#Saul Goodman fanfic
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His secretary but in a porno way
Saul Goodman x reader
20ish year age gap, spit kink kinda, creampie, he fucks his secretary (not in the office sadly), idiots in lust, major sexual tension, I can't tell if this is out of character for him or very very in character, Saul talks a big game but he's kinda subby when push comes to shove. Also im warning y'all this probably isn't very sexy bc they're just very goofy the whole time. BUT it is very cute! there's a mention of viagra but I'm not a doctor so I probably got it wrong, ignore me hehe
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Frankly, she was getting a bit tired of being ignored.
Sure, when she got hired by a sleazy seeming lawyer almost twice her age she was actually a little concerned about the idea of him checking her out.
But there was something about him that made her want him to look at her like that, maybe it was because he absolutely refused to.
About a month in, she switched to pencil skirts that were a good three inches shorter and as far as she could tell, he never noticed. She had to strut into his office one day in a skirt that barely covered her ass before she could even get him to say anything about it.
"Look. I don't want to tell you how to live your life, female empowerment and all that, yeah. But this isn't a great part of town and if you're going to wear stuff like that, I just worry ya know?" he shook his head, genuine concern lining his tired face.
"Right, sorry Mr. Goodman." She ducked her head in shame, embarrassed that her unprofessionalism hadn't made him madly lust after her; it had just made him call her out for being unprofessional.
"You know what? Wear what you want, just- Would you let me drive you home?" her heart started beating out of her chest at the suggestion. It was the only indication he had ever given that he cared for her more than just as the person who got him coffee in the morning.
After that she went back to more sensible skirts, still a bit shorter than was professional but nothing to write home about. When paired with tight low-cut sweaters, stiletto heels, and thin mesh tights held up by a garter just above the hem of her skirt, she felt like a sexy secretary from a cheesy low budget porno. In the best way of course.
She knew she wasn't ugly, that couldn't be the problem. He never wore a wedding ring either, not that that would have stopped her.
Maybe he was just a good guy? A guy who didn't have any fantasies about banging his hot young secretary on top of the desk in his office. Although, she highly doubted that.
But she still had no proof that he wanted her. Until one glorious night when she was locking things up and she decided to power down his computer for him, only to be met with the home screen of a porn website.
She couldn't hold herself back from looking at his watch history and she was surprised in the very best way to find titles such as,
"businessman getting a blowie under his desk during a meeting" "lawyer fucks his hot young secretary" "older man younger woman" "office sex"
She really should have turned off his computer then and there, but instead she watched a few of the videos.
There was one that appeared in his searches multiple times, so she figured that would be a good place to start. And she was right to pick that one.
The female actress bore a striking resemblance to her, like if she wasn't wearing her glasses she could totally mistake it as one of her (frequent) sex dreams about getting down and dirty with her boss.
She tried to stay calm, she really did, but now that her suspicion was confirmed he was even more on her mind. And she really started to notice the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking.
Glancing up from his papers when she yelped "whoops, dropped a pen!" and watching her bend over just enough so he could see her lace panties and the bit at the top of her thighs where her hosiery ended.
And she just narrowly missed the way he slid a hand into his pants to relieve himself.
But she had gotten more bold, leaning over his desk to show off her chest anytime he asked her a question. Brushing her hand on his shoulder and arm when he walked by her and always standing close enough for him to smell her perfume.
She also started accepting more rides home, making it an almost nightly thing.
At first he parked on the street and let her walk up to her apartment by herself. But this wasn't good enough for her.
So maybe she hired one of the kids next door to give her trouble one night and make it seem like she was in more danger than she was, not that it could be proven. But it worked like a charm because after that he always walked her to the door.
It seemed like every time he dropped her off they stood at her doorstep for just a bit longer, if only she could get him to come into her apartment.
There wasn't a lot of rain in Albuquerque so when it started pouring one night just before she was about to leave work, she knew it had to be fate.
"Mr. Goodman, can I get a ride home please? It's raining pretty hard out there." She may have imagined it but something in his face changed when she said his name.
"Of course, dear. Just give me a minute to grab my things," he replied simply.
Dear, that was new. He rarely ever called her anything other than her name. Sometimes he called her Miss and it felt delightfully old fashioned.
Their car rides were always quiet but this time it was silent, having to pay close attention to the road due to the rainfall coming down hard.
Despite the rain, he still walked her to the door, his gray suit jacket darkened by the rainwater by the time they arrived.
"Can you drive in this?" she asked tentatively.
"We'll see," he sighed, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. He gave her an awkward pat, both of them cringing at the exchange.
"Wait- Uh, why don't you stay. Just till the rain clears up, please." The lie formed quickly, her thoughts grasping for an excuse to make him stay.
“I uh- I don’t want to impose.” As the words come out of this mouth, the weather worsens, hail coming down along with the rain and making it seriously dangerous conditions.
"No really. I mean like who's gonna pay my bills if my boss dies in a rainstorm?" she giggles a bit awkwardly, giving him a pleading look to just agree so she doesn't have to keep going with her unconvincing charade.
"You make a good point. Plus I can't leave my lovely assistant to brave the storm on her own, now can I?" His words were in agreement but he still seemed hesitant, eyes glancing back and forth from her to his car parked in the street.
"I mean you can, but you really shouldn't." She tried her best to make her voice breathy and seductive, twirling his paisley tie around her fist and tugging it slightly.
"Oh and why is that?" his eyes widened as he looked down and met hers, pupils blown wide although he assumed it was just from the dim light outside.
"Because I want you here," she cooed, pulling him into the apartment behind her and slamming the door.
In the dirty part of her brain this scenario went down a very specific way, she pushed him against the closed door and they had their way with each other. Sometimes it was slow and sensual, sometimes it was fast and hard but she had fantasized about it many times.
But then there was reality, in which she led Saul into her apartment and they sat on the couch in awkward silence.
"So uh... can I get you anything, Mr. Goodman?" she asked, while reaching her hand over to suggestively run up his thigh and batting her lashes at him.
"Just Saul is fine. And I'll have a gin and tonic." She could see the way his body tensed at the contact and she wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing.
"I guess you could say I better call you Saul." She giggled at the corny joke, hopping off the couch to mix him a drink.
"That's clever, I should get you to help me with commercials." She smiled to herself while mixing the drink as she thought of the idea.
"Well, as long as I get to spend more time with you." She stood behind him, passing the glass over his shoulder and then perching her hands there, gently massaging the sore muscles. "Mr. G- Saul, I mean...whoops."
He laughed lightly, putting a hand over hers on his shoulder. "It's ok."
"So..." she started
"So?" he prompted when her words stalled, anxious to hear whatever she had to say.
"Long day?" she asked as if it wasn't obvious by the tension in his shoulders.
"They're all long days," he grumbled, leaning into her touch, much to her approval.
"That's no good. You're always so stressed. Taking care of everyone else, but who's gonna take care of you?" There was no way other than suggestively to interpret her words. The tension of them hung in the air until he responded.
"Isn't that your job?" he asked, his voice deeper than usual. The gravely tone made her want to giggle like a schoolgirl with a crush on her professor and the irony of it was not lost on her.
"Oh please. You barely concede to letting me get your coffee in the morning. Sometimes I feel like you're the secretary and I run a very successful phone answering company." She sighed and rounded the couch to sit down next to him.
"You really are clever," he mused, leaning his chin on his palm and staring at her with a small smile. Then he snuck his hand over onto her thigh much to her surprise, but not an unwelcome one.
"You're the clever one, sir." Her hand traced over the back of his, putting gentle pressure on his fingers and urging him to squeeze the soft flesh of her thigh.
And he did squeeze, just a little bit. But it was enough to make a shiver run down her spine. "Don't call me sir, it makes me feel old." His voice was a low growl now, eyes staring her down like predator to prey.
“Men are like wine, they get better with age.” Her voice was heavy with lust, their faces so close together now that her warm breath was brushing his cheek. Her fingers crawled up the arm of his suit jacket, dark manicured nails clutching tightly to the fabric to pull him dangerously close.
"Still raining like hell out there, huh?" He pulled back, leaning back on the couch and looking forward to the dark tv instead of at her. It was a clear effort to cool down the tension of their situation.
"Yep, looks like you're stuck with me for the night. I'll grab you something to wear to bed." She rushed out of the room, mentally kicking herself both for coming on too strong and for not fully committing.
She needed this night to go the right way so she could fuck him and get it out of her system. But it was so easy just to talk to him, that wouldn't do.
Her heels clicked on the hardwood of her bedroom floor as she paced around thinking of a solution. Simple flirting wasn’t going to work with him, maybe it was his moral code or maybe he hadn’t gotten laid in a while but it was like trying to get into the pope’s pants.
After grabbing a pair of sweatpants for him, she frantically dug through her underwear drawer, coming up with a forest green nightgown after tossing the contents of the drawer onto the floor of her room.
When she arrived back in the living room with the pair of sweatpants for him to wear, he had already stripped down to his boxers. Embarrassingly, she squealed, slapping a hand over her eyes and tossing the sweatpants in his direction.
“Ooh lookit that, you’re so tiny without heels on.” His eyes raked over her body, quickly coming up with an excuse for the transgression. Although it fell flat when contrasted with the hungry look he couldn’t seem to hide.
“Shuddup, you ass,” she giggled, grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it, somehow using the momentum to “fall” into his lap.
Her knees were on either side of his legs so she was straddling him and her hands clutched at his shoulders to steady herself. “Is that any way to talk to your boss?” He teased, reaching out and twirling a strand of her hair around his finger before tucking it back behind her ear.
“No, sir. I guess I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you, huh?” She leaned in, lips just barely brushing his as she whispered sensually. The intention in her words was clear.
“Jesus christ. Is this really happening?” he shakes his head as her sharp fingernails scratch down his bare chest, breath hitching when her hips jerk against his.
“I don't know what you mean.” She blinked at him innocently, hands resting on his waistband just above the obvious bulge showing through the gray sweatpants.
“I mean the fact we’re living the plot of a low budget porno. Frankly, I’m just bummed we can’t drive to the office and make it more immersive.” His hands slid under the green lace and mesh of her nightgown, groping at her hips and leaving an indent from the ring on his pinky finger.
“Would you want that? You wish we were in the office right now? Wish you had me pinned against one of those stupid fucking pillars? Or maybe sitting pretty on your desk?” Her glossy lips glided over his neck, leaving pink marks on the slightly tanned skin.
“Hey! The pillars arent stupid. They’re dig-” Before he could finish, she was smashing her lips against his, her tongue slipping into his mouth skillfully and halting any words he might have been trying to say. “-nified. The pillars are dignified,” he panted out, slurring his words slightly despite only having one drink.
“Aw, they’re really not. But it's cute that you think that.” Her hands cup his face in a surprisingly gentle way, her soft hands brushing his jaw and cheeks as she seemingly studies his face.
“Cute? Seriously?” he scoffed, eyebrows furrowing in frustration.
“Yes. You’re cute. You make this little face when you’re thinking where you scrunch your lips into a line, it's very cute.” The brushes her thumb over his lip, just barely sliding her finger past the seal of his mouth and pressing down on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around her finger, sucking enthusiastically and swirling his tongue around the pad of her finger.
He practically fucking whimpers when she pulls her finger away and sucks it into her own mouth, humming at the taste of him.
“Is that why I'm here? Because you think I'm… cute?” He gasped when her lips went back to his neck, sucking and biting his sensitive skin.
“You’re here because I want to fuck you ‘til the sun rises, but I suppose that’s part of it too.” Her hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, pleasantly surprised that he had slipped out of his boxers when she wasn’t looking.
“O-oh. That might just kill me,” he groaned, hips jerking up into her hand.
“Oh what a terrible way to go,” she giggled, moving off his lap and sinking down to her knees between his legs.
The sight of her on her knees for him, tongue lapping at the precum on the tip of his cock, was absolutely sinful. The most he could do to stop from blowing his load right then was grab a fistfull of her hair and hold her still. “Woah woah, ok one sec. I'm going to cum if you do that.”
“On my face or in my mouth?” she asked, a mischievous smirk pulling up the corners of her lips. He gulped when she ran her tongue over the length of him. Her movements were careful and teasing, heeding his warning and slowing her roll to give them more time.
“I’ll fuck-” she seals her lips around his cock, taking him down her throat until her nose is pressed flush to his stomach. “I’ll let you know.”
She looks up at him with desperate eyes, trying to communicate just through the fluttering of her eyelashes that she was trying to say, fuck my throat.
He got the message loud and clear, tangling his hand in the back of her hair and somehow forcing himself further down her throat if that was even possible.
Drool started to pool at the corners of her lips, salty tears spilling from her eyes and dripping down onto his cock. “Jeez you are fucking incredible,” he whimpered, hands now brushing her hair back gently and keeping it out of her face.
Just as he was about to cum she pulled away, her saliva mixed with his precum dribbling down her chin. “As much as I love having your cock in my mouth, I need you to fuck me.”
She stood shakily, tumbling forward into his arms and back to her place on his lap. She pressed her mouth to his messily, giving him a taste of his own cum on her tongue.
“You dirty little slut,” he murmured against her lips, his hands reaching down to squeeze her ass as she licked into his mouth.
“Creepy old perv,” she countered with a wink, reaching her hand down to clutch his weepy cock, dragging the head of it against her warm entrance.
His head fell back against the couch, hands grabbing her waist so hard it was probably going to leave bruises. She’d need to think of a good excuse to wear something that exposes them.
“Touche. Do you have a condom?” He turned to reach for the cabinets next to the couch but she stopped him, grabbing his wrists and bringing his hands back to cup her tits. To which he reacted with wide eyes and a labored breath.
“I have a latex allergy,” she lied quickly, head fuzzy with the idea of him inside of her.
“No you don't. You’re allergic to peanuts and bees.” He scrunches his eyebrows at the random lie, taking a second to flaunt his random knowledge of her.
“Fuck me raw?” she offered with a bubbly grin on her cheeks that he couldn't seem to say no to.
If his eyes were wide before, they were practically popping out of his skull now. Concequences be damned, he was going to fuck his secretary raw and fill her with his cum if it was the last thing he did. “Well if you insist. But my doing it on the couch days are behind me, mind if we take this to the bedroom?”
With minimal warning he stood. “Saul, oh my god!” she yelped, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep her steady in his arms.
“I gotcha,” he grunted, strong wiry arms wrapping around her back and holding her to his chest as he made the trip from her living room to the bedroom.
He tossed her onto the bed and she giggled as he frantically shoved his pants off and crawled onto the bed to hover over her. “I think I just threw my back out,” he groaned as he kissed down her neck and groped at her chest and thighs, bunching up her nightgown to run his fingers through the slickness between her legs.
“I’ll give you a massage later, sugar,” she cooed, fingers tangling in the short hair at the back of his neck, nails slightly digging in in a way that was both painful and pleasurable.
“Pet names already?” he teased, tucking his finger under the straps of her dress one by one and easing her out of the garment, kissing every new stretch of exposed skin.
“Just shut up and fuck me.” with her legs around his waist, she flips their positions so she’s on top, hands on his chest to steady herself as she looks down at him with hunger.
“Yes ma'am.” His voice was practically a whimper, a new side of him that she was quite enjoying. Who knew the bigshot-always-in-charge Saul Goodman liked to let go a bit in bed?
His breath caught in his chest when she slid his cock into her with relatively little difficulty, despite its size “Feels alright?”
“Fuck yeah. ‘S really big,” she moaned, moving her hips as much as was possible while still recovering from the large intrusion stretching her.
“If I knew—if I—” He tried to say something but his head was swimming with the feeling of her warm heat squeezing the life out of him.
“So that's how to get you to shut up?” she teased, nails scratching his chest as she started to bounce on his cock and take his breath along with any coherent thought that might’ve still been floating around in his head.
“Faster, c’mon,” he groaned, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips and urging her to increase her momentum.
“You don't get to m-make demands,” she growled, her hand curling his neck and squeezing just enough to make him whine. “I’ve been wanting you for months, let me take my fucking time.”
“Touch yourself for me, baby. I know you want to.” He takes control of the thrusting. With his bruising grip on her hips, sliding her up and down his cock and brushing that spot deeeep inside of her that made her see stars. Meanwhile her skillful fingers snaked down between them to play with her clit.
And this is when he gets really into it, curses spilling off his lips along the lines of “Fuckin’ perfect little slut.” “Shoulda done this ages ago.” “This pussy is mine, ya hear?” “All fuckin’ mine.”
“Yeah, you love this pussy?” she whined, her hands shaking now as they both lost control.
“You know I do.” The filthy sound of skin slapping together was almost overpowering his choked out words, the slight twinge in his back not nearly enough to ever make him think of stopping.
“Cum in it,” she demands, tightening around him and practically sucking him in farther if that was even possible.
He obliged her demand of course, because who is he to deny the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen while she’s cumming on his cock.
“Whoo,” she shouted, hips rolling against his with vigor to milk every last drop out of him.
“Holy mother of god. I think I’m dead.” He stares up at the ceiling as she struggles off his lap with shaky legs.
“I think you’re fine, considering the fact you're still hard. Dead men can't have boners.” She giggled slightly, fingers dancing over the head of his still sensitive (and hard) cock.
“Shit. I took some really strong viagra before this. I’ll uh…handle this,” he grumbled, pushing her hand away and replacing it with his.
He watched her every move as she got out of bed, cum leaking down her leg. His cum. He touched himself to the sight of it and for the first time, he didn’t feel like a pervert jerking off to her.
“Be back in a sec,” she muttered, going into the bathroom and leaving him to his own devices.
He waited patiently for her, only granting himself little teasing touches until she returned. “Have I ever told you that you have the most perfect tits?” he groaned, reaching over with his free hand to squeeze her boobs.
“No, you hadn’t mentioned it.” She sighed when he rolled over and buried his face in her chest.
“Fuckin’ perfect tits.” His voice was muffled by her aforementioned tits, but he got the point across by mouthing at the sensitive skin. “Can I mark ‘em up?” he asked, not bothering to listen to her response before he was biting down and leaving red marks that would fade out into a dark purple later.
“Guess I’ll have to start wearing those low cut sweaters again,” she teased, one hand petting his hair while she reached the other down to play with his neglected cock.
“You always know exactly what to do, I—fuck—you’re so—” his words stutter out as he cums again, his spent body shaking against her.
“Perfect?” she finished, quoting his earlier compliment.
He gave a content sigh, nuzzling his face into her chest and wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. “Yeah.”
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whelp... that was certainly an experience, I hope y'all had thoughts about it
I know I did!
lmk if y'all have idea for this pairing I kinda love the idea of Saul with a hot young secretary
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updated my mailroom era jimmy fic again for anyone who’s interested hehehe
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and people say women don’t have hobbies 🙄
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can we get a oneshot where you have a one-night stand with Sleazy Saul and accidentally end up pregnant and tell him, only for him to be over the moon and wanting you to be his stay at home trophy wife, all according to his plan of “accidentally” knocking you up
I’m on my period and thirsty for Sleazy Saul 😭
A beautiful thing (Saul Goodman X Fem!Reader)
Warnings: 18+ Smut, Saul being sleazy, age gap, naive reader, rough sex, breeding kink, forced pregnancy
It was a rainy night in Alburquerque, and the bell of the pharmacy door jingled. Tireless you stepped inside and searched aisle after aisle finally you came across what you were looking for...pregnancy tests.
Signs were small at first nausea and feeling fatigue but then you missed your period. You just had to make sure. Picking up multiple tests even different brands you walked up to the counter.
Back at your apartment you found yourself in the bathroom waiting for the results. It felt like an hour had past and you felt more anxious by the second. Then the result became clear.
Positive.
You decided to take another and then another test. All came back with the same result. You were pregnant. Having a baby was something you expected in life but not now, you weren’t financially stable enough to raise a child. Barely getting by with the bills.
But then you realised something else. Who you had slept with to get yourself in this situation.
Saul Goodman. The big-time criminal lawyer.
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You thoughted back to that night as you worked your desk job in court filing paperwork for upcoming trials and whatnot. There you met him. Saul was famously known to be ‘sleazy’ but that didn’t stop you from blushing at each comment he made towards you.
The older man you secretly loved getting the attention from. He was so desperate to get you out the professional secretary space.
‘C’mon doll let’s go out for dinner I know the perfect place’
Giving you gifts of flowers and small adorable stuffed animals to place on your desk. You found the gestures to be sweet.
‘Please just one little drink together’ he begged leaning over your desk like a schoolgirl with a crush. Never has a man been so desperate.
Until one late afternoon you gave in, and his blue eyes beamed like a puppy dog. He invited you out to a quiet dim lit bar with the promise of buying you ‘as many drinks as possible’ Saul was a charmer who showed interest in every detail about your life with his eyes occasional wondering your body.
He made sure to compliment you throughout the night and it progressed into more lustful pace. Saul bit his lip as you reacted with a blush and a little look away.
‘What? Has no one ever told you how absolutely beautiful your body is?’ he questioned causing you to laugh.
‘You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever met, and God damn that ass kills me every time I see it’ you listened to him going on and on about your ass all night.
The thought of having a little fling with the one and only Saul Goodman excited you. Yet the idea was little off putting at first considering if your co-workers found out you would probably be slut shamed for going with the sleaziest lawyer around.
But at the end of the night, you didn’t care. You needed to let loose every once and while.
Pulling Saul by his green patterned tie as you lead him inside your cosy little apartment was how it started. Hands roaming around your body you stared at him with utter desire unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
Saul whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he left vibrant love bites on your neck. His touches were soft as if he was taking his time kissing everywhere on your body as he stripped you bare.
Only when you finally made it to your bedroom his desperate and eager manner ramped up again. He pushed you to your bed causing you to gasp in surprise as he climbed up on top of you. His cock was so hard already as he kissed and licked your tits. ‘Can’t believe I can finally see what these babies looked like’ he groaned playing with them.
The mixture of the alcohol and pure passion caused you to beg him like a slut. Moaning his name over and over as he now played between your legs. Making sure you were ready for him. Delving his long fingers inside you as his tongue followed along. Legs quivered he was so close to making you cum but suddenly stopped when you almost reached that sweet climax.
You whined and he chuckled pecking kisses on your thighs. ‘P-please Saul I need t-’ you tried to say but was cut off by a harsh slap to your behind.
‘You made me wait so long baby I wanted you the day that I saw you’ the older man muttered in your ear with slight annoyance. You gave him a kiss of forgiveness to which he grabs your chin by force and makes you take his tongue
‘So, you are gonna cum when I say so sweet face’ he told you kissing you some more. His hand moved up and down on his thick cock as you watched in a trance. Fuck... you wanted him inside you so bad.
‘Ass up sweetheart’ he ordered as if your pray was answered. You sighed as you throbbed at just the tone of his command turning onto your tummy and lifting yourself up in presentation. Saul hummed at the act smoothing his hand along your ass.
‘I-I almost forgot to ask do you have any protection?’ you questioned quietly. You were on the pill but liked to be extra safe.
‘No’ he simply responded wrapping his arm around your waist prepping kisses on your back. ‘Well, I guess you could p-’ he stopped you there with an annoyed hush sound.
‘Oh, sweetheart I can cum in you if I want’ he whispered in a chuckle. ‘Aren’t you not on the pill?’ he then asked.
‘Yes-ah!’ he cut you off again this time slamming into you causing you to gasp and moan. Saul’s arm wrapped tighter around you as he slammed into you again with a groan.
‘Oh, doll you belong to me uh’ he tells you with another groan into your ear. His thick cock dived so deep inside you that you could only whimper at his words. Saul picked up a fast pace, but his thrusts were deep into you as he kept you in your place.
Your small bed was jolting hard against the wall with his eager movements. As words of possessiveness and moans bounced off the walls.
You cried out his name as his strong arm kept you falling onto the roughed-up sheets with your face. You had never had such a good fuck before you were kind of worried you become addicted to him.
His thick cock stretched you so well kissing those sweet spots as Saul occasionally whimpered.
You could hear him groan quietly something to himself but couldn’t exactly work out what it was.
His cock was throbbing hard within you ‘such a good girl hm’ Saul then chanted over and over as you felt the both of you becoming close to that climax.
‘Beg me to cum inside you doll let’s make something beautiful’ he ordered but you didn’t quite think about what he meant by that. All that matter is that orgasm you have long waited for.
‘Please c-cum in me please ah!’ you cried as his long fingers rubbed on your poor clit along with his harsh thrusts.
‘that’s its baby cum with me c’mon y-you can do it’ he encouraged with a deep groan. He didn’t need to tell you twice as your entire body shook and you squeezed his cock so intensely. His thick load shot inside you coating your insides as you sighed in relief.
He stayed inside you holding your body close to his resting his head on your back. You thought he would get off you and the night would end...but no
Saul was insatiable he had you again and again in many positions like the man was possessed.
And you now ended up pregnant.
Sighing you held your head not sure what to do you were going have to confront him and figure out what you were going to do. Yes, you wanted a precious little baby, but you imagined having one in a stable healthy relationship not by a one-night stand with a big-time criminal lawyer. You couldn’t imagine him stepping up to become a father.
There it was his office you parked in front of it deep in thought. How was he going to react? Would he send you straight to the unplanned clinic? Saul was a reasonable man you were sure at least he would do is have an in-depth discussion about it.
Stepping inside the building you instantly noticed how busy it was. You should have called beforehand. Maybe you were too nervous to do so. A dark-haired woman looked up from her paperwork to see you awkwardly standing there. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“I’m here to see M-Mr Goodman” you stuttered slightly. Nerves started to play.
The woman huffed “Well your gonna be here for a while” Gesturing to all the clients with her pen.
Nodding “It’s fine I’ll wait” you mumbled leaning against the wall.
It felt as if hours as passed by when you finally heard his voice.
“Who’s next for some excellent legal advice?” He asked his blue eyes scanning the waiting room. Then they fell upon you.
“Ah Y/N look time no see” he beamed, and you smiled at him. God this is going to be one hell of a talk. Saul gestured you into his office and shut the door.
Silence followed for a moment until he clapped his hand “So?” he started pulling out a chair “what can I do for you?” he questioned softly as you took a seat.
You took a deep breath and started talking “well just to be clear I’m here on personally matters” you state quietly.
Saul hums in a chuckle “Oh back for round two huh?” A part of you wishes heavily for that was the case. This man is always so horny.
“There’s no simple way to put it-” Saul cuts your words. “Sweetheart you can tell me anything” he assures you getting up from his chair and walking behind you.
You sigh softly as he begins to massage your shoulders in comfort. “c’mon tell me” He encourages.
“I’m pregnant”
Those two words left your mouth and Saul’s eyes grew wide. You weren’t exactly sure how what to make of it “Really?” he asked in a weirdly excited tone.
You nod your head in confirmation, and he made a desperate move to give you a long kiss to the lips. The older man steps back and you gave him a confused look.
“You are not unhappy or shocked at the news?” You questioned lightly and he just chuckles.
“Quite the opposite extremely happy and surprised” he tells you with another kiss.
“Stand up” Saul grabs your hand helping you up to your feet. He then places both hands to your body almost like he’s checking you out for approval.
“Oh, baby you are gonna look even more stunning” he muses his hands feeling your body and then rests upon your tummy. Like you were already showing.
“Gonna be such a beautiful mama” Saul’s hand reaches under your shirt on your bare skin. “I’m just imagining it now you all big and swollen with such a precious thing we created” Saul was over the moon.
You just stood there confused of his reaction as he whispered to himself.
“Can’t believe I’m going to be a papa”
“I wonder what we are going to name you”
“You are going to have an amazing life kid with a mama and papa who love you”
All the words and phrases you never actually believed you would hear from a man like him.
“Stay with me doll I will take care of the both of you” Saul promised softly. You didn’t know how to respond to that.
A wild one-night stand (and probably the best sex you ever had) and all the sudden the famous criminal lawyer wants to be a family man.
“I know how it is but trust me all I’ve ever wanted the most was a family.” he tells you. Stepping back, you give yourself some space.
Saul reaches for his phone income button “Cancel and reschedule my appointments for the next hour Francisca” he excitedly ordered.
Saul stares over at you with a grin and the look in his deep blue eyes you recognised from that night. Walking over to you again he strokes your hair “I think my future wife and I are in some desperate need of alone time” his voice deepens seductively.
He didn’t give you a chance to speak as his head was suddenly between your trembling thighs again.
From then on Saul made in clear how your life was going to head. Plans of marriage parenthood and ultimately being his beloved housewife. You expressed concern how fast it was all going but he never took ‘no’ for an answer.
The sex was still amazing as ever, but it never distracted you on how much he controlled your life. The man was insatiable as ever having you in every position possible. Saul was never tired from working in fact he was desperate to see you in his bed. His perfect and pretty little housewife carrying his child.
“Everything has to be right sweet face” he would tell you.
But you would never find out the truth.
A pharmacist named Daniel Wormald (aka peach cobbler) repaid Saul for his legal advice by completing a rather important request for him.
Switching your birth control with placebos...
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A BREAK FROM STUDYING
A Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman x Cis Female reader Y/N fanfic?
TBH this is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still figuring out the formatting. This story is smut based... like heavily smutty and gross so you have been warned. If you like it enough for me to make it a series let me know!
NOW TAKING REQUESTS!
CONTAINS: age gap, daddy k!nk, cream pie, mild squirting, public(ish) sex.
CONTEXT: You have been working with Jimmy in the mail room for years now and have always had a puppy love schoolgirl sort of crush on him since you first met, but always thought it wasn’t reciprocated. Now, one night, he shows just how badly he’s wanted you this whole time while you try to study for the bar exam.
I only had another week left until the bar exam and I spent most of my time either working in the mailroom of HHM or studying in doc review. Howard had been supportive enough, allowing me extra time to focus on my studies, all while also paying for my school costs — even if it was just through the local community college. Go Suncats! Honestly, this had been the most support I had ever received. Maybe if I grew up having more support, I would be going to Harvard instead.
“Heya y/n.” I heard the familiar raspy and pitchy tone of Jimmy as he leaned in the doorway of doc review, where I hunched over a textbook, an empty coffee cup, and a tear-stained notebook.
“It’s like — almost midnight. What are you still doing here?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my pen and paper.
I heard his footsteps get closer and the chair beside me pull out and creek as he sat beside me. “I have my reasons.” He answers in a half-assed manner.
I turned to face him, the dim lamp highlighting his playful smile and I felt my core grow weak and mushy for him.
The first time I had met Jimmy Mcgill I was working in the mail room, trying to get a job as an assistant or a paralegal for one of the partners. Freshly twenty-three with a bright and optimistic view of the world — full of drive and childish ambition. I was so focused on work and starting classes that I hadn’t taken any time to unwind — let alone care about boys or dating or anything like that. But the first time I met the mysterious brother to Chuck Mcgill, I’ll admit it was like I became a sappy, sick puppy dog. Sure, he was older — a little bit of a loser. But I was weak for the funny pathetic underdogs. Not to mention he was flirty and funny and fed into my childish delusions of how I could “fix him.” I flirted back, wore short skirts, wore the hoop earrings he complimented once, and wore my hair loose and fun. I tried. But for some reason, it never went past harmless office flirtation. I assumed maybe it was the age difference. Maybe he was uncomfortable with being with someone as young as me. Maybe he was just trying to do the right thing but not giving in to temptation with me.
Now I was almost twenty-seven, and though the schoolgirl crush had dulled a little, there were times when I would catch myself looking at him like he could move heaven and earth. Like in this moment as he sat next to me in the dimly lit document room. So I cleared my throat and turned back to the papers in front of me.
“Admit you just missed me.” I teased as the smallest of smiles tugged on the corners of my lips.
“Objection. That’s hearsay.” He teased back, leaning closer as he slid my favorite energy drink across the table with a single finger — the condensation leaving a small streak of liquid on the wood top. “Some of us went out for drinks, and I noticed you weren’t there. Ernesto said you were here studying.”
“Yeah, yeah he came and asked if I wanted to go but —” I shrugged, motioned to all the school work displayed in front of me.
“You work too hard. You should take a break and come back out with us.”
He carefully takes the pen from my fingers, puts the cap back on and sets it aside. It was a subtle and simple thing he did but I felt my skin grow warm.
“I wish I could, but — I just have a lot to study still, and the exam is —”
“ — a week away.” He interrupts me. “Which means you have time to take one tiny break out of your evening to have a little fun and destress.”
“I don’t know, Jimmy.”
“Oh, come on, y/n. It’ll be good for you!” He inches so close I can almost taste his cologne and the head and shoulders 2-in1 shampoo. “Come on — for me?”
And with that, I knew. I knew he knew that I had a stupid schoolgirl crush on him and he was using it against me, and fuck — it was working. I tried to fight a smile, shaking my head as my cheeks flushed pink.
“Fine — whatever,” I said, slamming my book shut. “but only because you seem so desperate.”
He stands up with the dumbest grin. “See? That’s my girl.”
I stand up, fixing my skirt that had ridden up, my thigh exposed past my thigh-highs, maybe even a bit of my black panties. I wasn’t thinking much of it until I caught a glimpse of Jimmy eyeing me like a lion eyeing a gazelle. It was unexpected, unfamiliar. He had looked at me before in a more appreciative way. This time it seemed more lustful, more desperate even, and it caused my chest and legs to grow hot. I could feel wetness going in between my legs, and for a moment, I got embarrassed.
“I just, uh — I just have to put this stuff in my car, and then we can —” As I was talking, he moved closer, not helping my flustered state. I stopped in my tracks, looking up at him.
I was about to say something. I was about to walk past him and run out of the room but his hands slid around my waist and I nearly forgot how to breathe. His bottom lip was pressed by his teeth, his brows furrowing in what looked like deep thought. Though it wouldn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking about.
“Jimmy —” I said, his name barely above a whisper.
“Look — am I totally crazy for thinking that you — that you want me?” He asked, head tilting just slightly as his eyes didn’t leave my own. “If I’m making shit up in my head tell me now and I’ll walk away and we’ll pretend this never happened. But if I’m right —”
I was so thrown off guard. This whole time I thought he didn’t want me. This whole time I thought I was too young for him or that maybe I wasn’t his type. But here we stood with his grip around my waist firm and hungry and waiting for direction.
“I —” I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. He wanted me so bad in this moment he couldn’t even hide it. Without much thought, I got on my toes and pulled his neck down into my kiss. He let out a pleasantly surprised whimper, his grip moving down lower to cup my ass as he pulled me into his bulge. I could feel it stabbing me and twitching. I let out a soft and involuntary moan.
“I wanna feel how wet you are.” He groaned into my ear, sliding his right hand under my skirt and rubbing his fingers on the outside of my soaked panties. He smiled, placing a rather fervent kiss on my neck and biting my skin gently. “Fuck — you’re so wet. You’re dripping.”
“Mhmm — you make me that way.” I practically moaned the words as he moved my panties off to the side and slid one of his fingers inside me, the wet sounds loud and affirming just how badly my body wanted him.
“Come here.” He pulled his finger out of me, making me whine in protest as his hands wrapped around my waist to hoist me on the edge of the table.
At this point, I was panting, aching, my pussy pulsing for him to touch me. He shoved his index and middle fingers in his mouth and lubricated them with his own spit before shoving them into my soaking pussy without so much as a warning. I gasped, smiling, laying back on the table as he positioned my legs over his shoulders.
At first, he started off with a gentle, slow rhythm. In and out. With every push of his fingers, I could feel him pressing against my walls, making my back arch. “Faster.” I pleaded. And with that he was picking up the pace, ramming his fingers into me with force and speed. I couldn’t even handle it, my legs tried to shut as I began to feel overstimulated, but he pried them open and continued to finger-fuck me while I wiggled and writhed on the table beneath him.
I let out a loud moan that was followed by his hand cupping around my mouth to stifle my pathetic little noises. I had forgotten where we were and that anyone could just walk in and see us this way.
“You like that? Do my fingers feel good?” He was getting off on making me feel good, it was easy to tell. He was boosting his ego by making himself feel good by making me cum all over his fingers.
“Mhhhmm” I mumbled under his hand as my eyes opened and looked up at him.
“God — you’re so beautiful.” He said, staring down at me. “Be a good girl and don’t get us in trouble, okay?” He laughed a breathless laugh as he lifted his hand from my mouth. “You’re getting wetter.” He said with a pleased smirk.
“I’m so close, Jimmy, please —” and with my pitiful begging, he finger-fucked me harder, this time with three fingers while his other hand played with my clit. “I — I’ll make a mess.” I confessed, more like a warning.
“Good.” He said, not slowing his pace or showing me mercy as my body tensed and my back arched.
“Fuck — fuck I’m coming —” I squealed, wiggling around as I started to squirt just a little in between every push of his fingers — my wetness drenched his entire hand and forearm. He just kept going, too, making me moan and writhe around, all pathetic and out of control of my own body. It felt good, though, to not be in control for once. My mind wasn’t thinking about the bar exam, bills, or moving up in HHM. Truth be told, it was just thinking about Jimmy and the way he was making me feel.
“Ah fuck — you’re so sexy.” He said, taking his drenched hand and slowly pulling it away from me, pressing it to his mouth and licking the tips of his fingers. “I knew you’d taste so good.” I grinned a little, out of breath and panting on the table.
My eyes wandered to his disheveled hair and his cocky smile, then to his soaked hand that reached into his pants and pulled his erect cock out. He didn’t even need to hold it, it just stood there on its own — ready.
I slowly sat up on my elbows, practically drooling over his cock, which was bigger than I had imagined. “I want you to fuck me with that.” I confessed, looking back up at his glazed-over eyes.
He didn’t even say anything. He just grabbed me by the waist like he did before and flipped me over on the table with my ass and pussy exposed. I stuck my ass out just a little more, begging for his cock. But before he stuck it in me he kissed me down from the back of neck, down my spine, and then left a little bit on my ass cheek. Then without much warning he was shoving his hard cock into my still-soaking wet pussy. I gasped and groaned, tilting my head back at the feeling.
“Ah — fuck.” he nearly whimpered, already breathing heavily as he started off with a slow and steady pace. He leaned over me and pressed his lips to the top back of my head while he said, “I want you to call me daddy.”
I let out a soft whimper in understanding. “Please fuck me harder, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he said, fucking me harder and shoving his cock deep into me, ramming into my walls and making me whimper with every thrust. His left hand came up to the back of my head and tangled in my hair as his right hand gripped my waist firm in place as he continued to fuck me.
“Just like that, daddy, don’t stop.” I moaned, banging my hands on the table with nothing to hold onto.
He gripped my hair harder, lifting my head up as he thrust into me even more fervently — nothing but the sound of our whimpers and moans and skin slapping together.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned, reaching his hand from my waist to my clit and rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusting. It only made me moan and shake more.
“I want you to cum inside me, daddy.” I confess, biting my lower lip.
“Yeah? You want daddies cum to fill you up?”
“Please daddy — please cum for me.” I begged, barely able to get the words out.
He picked up the pace to a new speed I didn't even know anyone was capable of reaching, moaning and groaning and sweating all over my bare ass until he made a pathetic whimper sound then the next thing I knew he was emptying his load into my raw pussy — filling me up with his warmth and sliding his cock almost out of me but not quite. I could feel his cock twitching as he continued to empty himself inside me. The feeling of his cum made me even more hot and flushed.
“Holy shit.” he huffed, slowly removing his now flaccid cock from me. I turned over my shoulder to look at him looking at my cum-filled pussy with an arrogant smirk across his face. He was fucking proud of himself.
I was about to ask for a taste of his cum before we heard footsteps near the mail room. We frantically got ourselves dressed and I rushed to fix the desk and open my book back to make it look like I was still studying. Jimmy fell hard into his seat, hair all sweaty and slightly curled as he zipped up his pants.
Two cleaning ladies came in with their cleaning cart, staring at us with confusion. “Hola, ladies.” Jimmy said, with a simple wave of his hand. “You can, uh, skip this room tonight.”
They looked at each other, nodded, then walked out.
Jimmy turned to me with an amused expression, eyes moving down to the now cum-soaked chair I was sitting in and laughed a little. “Guess we should have let them clean.”
#jimmy mcgill x reader#jimmy mcgill x y/n#saul goodman x reader#saul goodman x y/n#jimmy mcgill smut#saul goodman smut#bcs fanfic#( mine / jimmy mcgill. )#( mine / saul goodman. )
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baby blues - jimmy mcgill
pairing: jimmy mcgill x f!reader
genre: smut. 18+ please
wc: 2.9k
contains: unprotected sex (ALWAYS WRAPPIT BEFORE YA TAPPIT KIDS), age gap (early/mid20s reader), use of pet names “sugar”, “kid”, and “sweetheart”, hint of sub!jimmy if ya squint but both him and reader are switchy tbh, gratuitous eye description because gahdayum bob odenkirk’s eyes are MESMERIZING, ya that’s p much it
notes: back from the dead to share my silly lawyer smutfic with the world. haven’t finished bcs yet, so this takes place early s1! don’t take this too seriously because i didn’t either :) more ppl gotta get crackin on the jimmy fic train tho bc there’s a sad lack of content. anyway enjoy!
The first thing you noticed about Jimmy McGill were his eyes. Entrancingly blue, fringed with dark, delicate lashes. They drooped slightly at the outer corners, giving him that sad-puppy look. Even through the TV screen and newspaper article, his eyes stood out.
His other features weren’t too hard on your eyes either: that cutely crooked mouth that moved a mile a minute when it wasn’t screwed up in thought, a nice strong nose, neat hairstyle with a stubborn cowlick that you noticed him brushing aside out of habit. And of course, the gentle lines of his face, mouth, and under his eyes that only added to the basset-hound look he had going.
You weren’t sure it was him at first–the hero you’d seen on TV, a lawyer who scaled a billboard to rescue a worker in danger. The paper had gotten a kick out of his heroic stunt and you’d seen his face on the front page the very next day. Yet here he was now, across the bar, alone and nursing a drink, and the similarities were undeniable. This definitely was Jimmy McGill.
And gee, was he handsome. Normally you’d end it there; text your friends with an omg you guys guess who i saw at the bar?? and move on, but you already had a few drinks coursing through your system, were a few stale weeks out of a breakup, and ready to try something new.
You grabbed your purse and scooted off the barstool, adjusting your skirt and checking your top before strolling over to where he was sitting.
“Hi, this seat taken?”
Jimmy started upon hearing your voice, shaken out of whatever trance he’d been in, and blinked a few times. Your heart skipped upon having those eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes trained on your own. “Huh? Oh. No, no. Be my guest,” he gestured at the empty seat.
You thanked him and slid on to it, signaling the bartender over.
“I’ll take a martini, please.”
“That can go on my tab–thanks,” Jimmy said to the bartender.
“Oh, thanks! You didn’t have to.” You flashed your most charming smile at him, and he perked up a little. Always worked.
“My pleasure. I gotta say, though, you look a little young to be at a bar.”
You wave his implication away with a roll of your eyes. “I’m legal, I promise. Just young for my age, that’s all.”
“Hm,” he smiled. “Alright, miss…?” You supplied your name in response, and he repeated it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”
“You might laugh at me for this, I’m sure you get it all the time…” you tucked a hair behind your ear, glancing at your shoes demurely. “I thought I recognized you from that news story. Jimmy McGill, right?”
Jimmy illuminated. “That’s me, alright! Though I gotta admit, the hero stuff is more of a part-time gig,” he said with a wink. “My day job is law.”
“Law, huh?” You knew this. You’d already looked him up. Still, you pretended to be surprised and a little impressed. “Wow. What would I have to do to get you as my lawyer?”
He chuckled, face a little pink, either from the alcohol he’d already consumed or your shameless flirt. “Just don’t go falling off any billboards.”
“That’s probably a good start,” you said.
Your drink arrived, and then your second and third as the two of you continued your conversation. Jimmy was sweet–a charmer, but you sensed there was a lot that was genuine about the way he listened to you speak and avoided flicking his gaze down to your cleavage, despite how much you wanted him to. As heat collected in your stomach from the alcohol and your growing attraction to him, you stopped listening to the anecdotes he supplied and began paying more attention to his hands, the ring on his pinky, the way he placed one hand on your knee and began rubbing his thumb lightly on your bare skin, how the pads of his fingers were just slightly rough and how nice his touch felt, how his soft blue eyes bored into yours.
Eventually, you reached your limit.
“How would you feel about getting out of here?” you interrupted, voice low and suggestive.
With no hesitation, he replied. “Best idea I’ve heard all day.”
Before you knew it, the two of you tumbled out of a taxi and through the door of Day Spa and Nail (weird place to live, but hey, who were you to judge?). Jimmy locked the door behind the two of you and then stopped rather awkwardly in the lobby, dragged out of his inebriated haze by his surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the back area and the curtain of fairy lights decorating the door. It was cozy, but he seemed more embarrassed by it than anything.
You sensed this change immediately and approached him to rectify it, backing him slowly against the glass front of the store.
“Do you bring girls here a lot?” you said, one hand toying with the collar of his dress shirt.
“Can’t say that I do,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Couldn’t tell ya why. Maybe it’s the decor.”
“I, for one, like the open floor plan,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his tie, playing with the tail of it. “Don’t mind the full length window, either.”
Jimmy swallowed. “We can always head to the back, if you want. This is a little public.”
“You know what?” you said, tilting your head. “I kind of like it that way.”
Gripping the knot of Jimmy’s tie, you tugged, leading his face down to your level, and captured his lips in your own. He groaned, melting into the kiss and bringing his own hands up to cradle your head, knotting his fingers in your hair.
The sound sent shivers down your spine and you opened your own mouth a little wider, returning his pleased noises with a few of your own.
Jimmy, without breaking the kiss, spun you so that you were the one backed against the glass. He pressed his body into yours, deepening the kiss and caressing your jaw with deft fingers.
“Shit, kid,” he huffed in between kisses. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this to be how I ended out the night.”
“From the moment I noticed you across the bar, this is how I wanted it to,” you returned lowly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss below his ear.
“Ah, geez,” he said (if you didn’t know any better, you’d say whimpered), breaking away to hold your face in his hands and examine your blown-out eyes. “Look, not like I’m complaining or anything, but why me? Why not someone your own age? I mean, you’re so gorgeous, you could get anyone you wanted, honest.”
“I’ve never much been into guys my age,” you admitted. “Not daddy issues or anything like that, just… older men are more attractive to me, that’s all. And bonus points if they’re famous.”
“Famous,” Jimmy repeated. “Don’t say that, it’ll go straight to my head.”
“Good,” you said, carding a hand through his hair with an experimental tug at the roots. “That’s where I want it to go.”
Jimmy keened, diving back in for another kiss. Meanwhile, you were at the perfect vantage point to observe the salon, and it caused another idea to blossom.
“Any desire for a massage?” you asked, and steered him over to the row of chairs. “We don’t have to pay for these, right?”
“No, no. But why…?” he asked, squinting.
“Sit down. I’ll show you,” you instructed.
He obeyed without further question, loosening his tie and situating himself in one of the plush seats. You grabbed a remote and quickly figured out the controls, setting his chair at a low setting, then set it aside.
He watched you curiously, waiting for your next move. Flicking your eyes towards his crotch, you couldn’t help but notice the tautly stretched fabric. You licked your lips.
As smoothly as possible, you slipped off your shoes and climbed into his lap, straddling his form with one of your legs on either side. You watched his face as you positioned your core right over his crotch, wiggling a little for good measure, and he gasped.
“Ah, shit, kid…” he groaned, hardness pressing up against you. “Sorry, lemme adjust myself–”
You grabbed the hand he’d moved downwards to shift his erection by the wrist and brought it up to your mouth.
Slowly, slowly, you slipped his pointer finger into your mouth, lathing over the callused skin with your tongue and teeth. He moaned at the sensation as you added another finger, then three.
To be frank, his erection’s throbbing presence against your clothed heat was making it near impossible to focus on the task at hand.
You removed his hand from your mouth and pressed yourself against his chest, laying a feather light hand against his jaw and whispering, “I want you to fuck me, Jimmy McGill.”
“Jesus, kid,” he hissed. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
The two of you scrambled to undo his pants and shift his boxers aside to free his dick, your panties not far behind. You didn’t even bother to shuck your skirt off, instead allowing his large hands to shimmy it up to your waist, squeezing at the softness there with a whimper.
“Wait, wait a sec, do you have a…” He palmed his forehead, flushed pink and sweaty.
You hovered over his rock-hard erection, teasing the tip of him at your entrance. “I’m safe. I’d rather you fuck me raw. Is that okay with you?”
“Is that okay? Jesus, what a question. Yes, absolutely, just please, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly in my life,” Jimmy begged, hands falling to your thighs and squeezing hard, resisting the urge to buck upwards into you.
You paused a moment before committing, drinking in the sight beneath you. Jimmy McGill, looking positively debauched. Unkempt hair, cheeks the color of cherries, a light sheen of sweat shining in the warm ambient lighting. His eyes were the definition of puppy-dog, the sweetest blue you’d ever seen, swimming with want, eyelashes fanned across his lids as he blinked heavily. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and almost without thinking, you dipped your fingers inside and trailed them down the light hair on his chest. He sucked in a shuddery breath.
“One more time?” you asked. Jimmy understood.
“Please,” he croaked.
You plunged your hips down, fully sheathing his length within you. The sensation sent sparks across your eyesight and you cried out, squeezing yourself around him. Jimmy reacted in kind, throwing his head back with a whine and jerking his hips upward to attempt to bury himself deeper. The two of you began to search for a rhythm, him canting upward with an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, you grinding in circular downward motions in return.
It didn’t take long to align, the two of you quickly establishing a steady rhythm to follow, listening closely for the other’s pleased moans and adjusting movements to allow for more of them to spill out.
You clutched Jimmy’s arms, his chest, carded your fingers through his hair, splayed your hands on his stomach for balance. He palmed your breasts, your ass, your thighs, each touch sending electricity straight to your core, but his hands always seemed to migrate back to your waist, which he gripped firmly and used to guide your movements, an action you were grateful for somewhere deep in your lust-addled mind.
You also quickly learned that he was a vocal partner, which made sense knowing his personality and profession. He let his mouth run, moaning about how good you were for him, how pretty, how much he needed this. At one point you could have sworn you heard him hiss “That’s my girl,” and you nearly came right then and there.
Soon, his movements began to speed up, thrusts becoming messier, and you knew he was near his peak. Truth be told, you were surprised he’d lasted this long at his age, but you certainly weren’t complaining.
Clutching your flanks, he pushed himself up to press against your chest and you wrapped your arms around him, twisting your fingers into the back of his dress shirt.
“Sweetheart, I’m close,” he huffed. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside,” you answered without hesitation. “Please, please, inside.”
Jimmy choked out a laugh. “Don’t have to convince me, sugar.”
Upon hearing the pet name, you clenched your walls involuntarily and whimpered.
“C’mon, you can’t–can’t do that…” he groaned. “Ya like being called sugar, huh?”
You couldn’t summon up a reply, nearing your own climax.
Jimmy, seeming to sense your proximity, snaked a hand down to your cunt and quickly located your clit, rubbing in small circles with the callused pad of his thumb to match the speed of his thrusts.
His touch sent a jolt up your spine and you squealed, to which he let out a hoarse chuckle in your ear. “Feels good?”
“Fuck, Jimmy, yeah. Please, please, I’m close…”
“Me too, kid. Just… a little… more…”
He increased the intensity of his ministrations on your clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure through your body, sending you soaring over the precipice of an orgasm. Tremors rached your body, radiating outward from the source of your pleasure, where Jimmy was still circling his thumb. You cried out a string of expletives, sagging against him when the pleasure started to seep out of your system.
Jimmy wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was coming, clutching your waist in a bruising grip as his seed flooded your insides. He released a shuddering breath and let his forehead fall against your shoulder, collapsing back into the still-undulating massage chair. Your ragdoll form fell with him. The two of you caught your breath in silence, listening to the slowing beats from within each other’s chests, slowly descending from your intense highs.
Slowly, you lifted yourself from his hips, his length slipping out of you followed by globules of white, collecting in little puddles on his soft stomach. You stared at his juices for a moment, then experimentally swiped a finger across them and stuck it in your mouth, sucking to evaluate the flavor.
Salty, bitter. Run of the mill. Except, his had a hint of sweetness, an aftertaste that bloomed after a few moments in your mouth. Interesting.
Your gaze raised, and you realized he’d looked up from your shoulder. His eyes were trained firmly on the finger in your mouth, and his pupils were blown as wide as the sun.
“Jesus, where have you been all my life,” he wondered aloud, then screwed his face up in that cute way you’d observed earlier at the bar, his mouth disappearing into a crooked line. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”
You giggled tiredly, grabbing a towel from a nearby table to wipe up the cooling cum on his skin, then collected it from your own leaking hole.
He smiled lazily, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “If I were twenty years younger and in shape, I would suggest we go another round.”
You set the rag aside and pressed a kiss to his lips, sweet and lingering. He leaned into it, corners of his lips turning up against yours.
“I would have to agree,” you said, pulling away and trailing a hand across his jaw. He gazed up at you with those hooded blue eyes, gentle adoration practically radiating. “But I’d like to get cleaned up. I don’t want this salon looking like a crime scene when the ladies come back in tomorrow.”
Jimmy clucked his tongue. “You’re right. Bathroom’s down the hall on the right.”
You reluctantly hauled yourself off his chest and headed to the bathroom, legs sore from the intense upwards-downwards movement you’d sustained for the past fifteen minutes.
When you returned, Jimmy was finished tidying up the salon and waiting awkwardly outside the door to his room slash office. He wiggled a pile of clothes he had clutched in one hand.
“Change of clothes, ah, if you want them. You don’t have to stay, of course, I can call a taxi, or go back to the bar and get my car–”
“I’d like to stay,” you replied, taking the clothes from him with a peck. “Thank you.”
Snug in the law firm t-shirt and worn sweatpants he’d lent you, you watched as he set up his room’s nighttime configuration, tittering in amusement at the soft curses he let out when the futon mattress got stuck on the frame. Once he’d set the bed up, fretting abundantly about which side would be more comfortable and which pillow you might prefer, the two of you crawled in and you slotted yourself against his side, resting a hand on his broad chest.
From this position, you could peer up at him and meet his pretty blue eyes, and he could see you staring.
“See something you like, kid?” he yukked, half asleep.
“Mmhm,” you said. “Your eyes. I’ve been looking at them all night. They’re beautiful.”
Taken aback, Jimmy blushed. “Can’t tell you I’ve heard that before. Maybe it’s why I get all the ladies.”
“It’s how you got this lady,” you teased.
“What, that wasn’t my incessant charm or stunning fashion sense?”
���No, but that might have been a small part. The eyes were most of it,” you said, drawling the ends of your sentences as your brain urged you into drowsiness.
“Hm. Good to know,” Jimmy conceded, and the two of you fell into a sleepy lull.
You heard his heartbeat slow, pumping steadily against his chest, and the sound drifted you safely into contented oblivion.
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Jesse Pinkman Being Jealous Would Include...
Request: omg so glad you’re writing for breaking bad rn cause i literally just started watching it and i’m obsessed 😭 could you do jealous jesse pinkman please? (hcs or a fic whatever you want)
Oh my gosh yay I'm really glad you started watching it!! If you haven't already you 100% have to watch Better Call Saul afterwards it's one of my favourite shows of all time! :)
Warning: spoilers for later seasons of the show! Mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking/alcohol, mentions of burn injuries, light swearing, mentions of trauma!
(I do not own Breaking Bad or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tilldeathdousart.)
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Baby boy, baby boy. meow meow cat man. its so hard writing you as jealous because i feel if anyone started flirting with your s/o you would just break down crying and honestly same we love an in touch with his emotions king loml honestly
Jesse has always been the jealous type. Hot headed. Easily wound up by bullies ten times his size and a thousand times more ferocious and cutthroat than he had ever tried to be. Almost as easily as he had slipped into that easy routine of being ass over heels, devastatingly in love with you. The kind where every night, he tosses and turns in his mildew spelling bed, plagued by thoughts of doing nothing all day but sloppily kissing your lips between blunts. The kind where he has to stare up at the sky after he's been caught staring, until his retinas burn the sunlight into the back of his skull, yet the pain is nowhere near as cataclysmic as the hurricane your smile brings to his heart.
He had far too many years to temper it, to try and smother his love, and yet over time he seemed to get worse and worse and worse at stopping it from choking at his throat. He wasn't so bad during high school: sure, you found him a little odd, the way he would brag to his friends in the corridor about how he'd never 'studied a day in my life, man!', and yet in Chemistry he would be chewing the edge of his pen and scribbling furiously down on his paper during the end of term quiz.
He was terrible at tempering it, and you were terrible at seeing it.
Little did you know, that all the words he scratched down with his shaking hand were either complete guesses, or absolute gibberish. He had no idea what the paper was even supposed to be on, but you were sitting beside him, and so he wanted to look as smart in front of you as he possibly could. Bless his heart, to everyone else he was so obvious: Mr White would just peer over his shoulder and shake his head, his mouth in a lined frown as he watched Jesse peer like a meerkat over the side of the desk to stare at you from behind his slipping down beanie.
Some of his friends, his 'gang' as he liked to call them, were snickering from a couple of benches behind at the way he was trying to look clever by placing his fist under his chin, but his elbow kept slipping off the edge thanks to his baggy hoody. Even Justin Treller, the guy sitting to your right, and the kid Jesse was getting more and more annoyed with every time he leant over to whisper something in your ear, was evidently enjoying the way the tips of Jesse's ears were beginning to burn with embarrassment.
Eventually, when you began giggling at the things Justin was leering further and further towards you to murmur, Jesse began to snap. That's when he began doing stupid shit to make you laugh, like plugging the tube in and flicking his hand through the Bunsen Burner flame to try and impress you with his pain tolerance. When Jesse inevitably ended up being sent to the nurse's office for such a dumbass idea, he was wincing so harshly at the pain that he nearly tore through his bottom lip, leaving a nice scar. You volunteered to bring him down, spending half of your lunch period taking care of him.
He sat caved in on himself, trying to make himself as small a target as possible on one of the fold out chairs. He was obviously embarrassed, by the way his voice kept cracking each time you tightened some of the new dressing over his fingers. Mainly he was talking to try and distract you from the way his hands were shaking, so desperate to reach out and brush over your cheek that he nearly sobs with the effort. He also doesn't want you to notice how pathetic he looks: how he so subconsciously prepares himself for the mental barrage from his mother, or the physical threats from the people he deals with out in the streets, that he looks like a meek kitten sitting there with his palms down on his knobbly kneecaps.
He had known then, of course. He had known, as you pressed your lips chastely against the back of his sore knuckles, and giggled at the way his cheeks immediately flushed like a blooming snapdragon, that you would always be the love of his life. The only thing, behind the emotional neglect, the gossip, the drugs, the constant damn pressure, that he truly had chosen to care about. Which is why, after he bought his parents house and asked if you'd want to live in it, free of rent, he was shocked that you said yes.
Good things don't usually happen to this boy. And seeing how you were the best of all, he had to swallow his heart and just smile at your words, terrified he was going to ruin you.
I mean, living there at first had been easy enough. You had been round (or smuggled in by Jesse) so many times since that day in the nurse's office, that it felt like a second home to you. His parents, while they had still been speaking to Jesse, had absolutely adored you. They would always be teasing their son during family dinners about how he had been saving up doing his *wink wink* 'paper rounds' late at night, just so he could save up for the big wedding he was planning. Blushing ferociously, Jesse would duck his head down until his forehead banged against the tablecloth, begging his mom with that tired drawl to 'please... just stop'.
Somehow, somehow you just... never saw it. Perhaps you were laughing too much at the way Jesse's father was pretending to elbow his son to notice. Maybe, you were trying to cover your own eyes in mortification. I'm not sure, but I do know that you never seemed to notice the gut-wrenching look of pure hope Jesse would throw your way, once he had mustered the strength to peek his head up again.
While he shook his head and bit at the corner of his fingernail, while he poked and prodded at his escaping garden peas, while he took an awkward sip of his water and pretended to glance around the table. He was always looking your way, as if you had tied his heart to a string, his compass pointing him north, directing him back to his true home. His eyes would just linger on you like a listless man possessed from between the prongs of his fork, stabbing harshly at the plate in time with his thudding heart.
His heart sure was beating now. So ferociously, he thought it was about to splinter and explode out of his chest, implanting the chards everywhere until they were all that was left in memory of him. He knew you were getting sick of the constant parties. Of him being dazed 24/7. Of not knowing why he lashed out all the time. He knew it wasn't fair, but every time he closed his eyes he just saw Gale's pleading eyes beginning to burn itself into the safe memories he kept in the back of his head. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't breathe from all the sobbing. He couldn't even think in peace. So he just bit the cap off another beer bottle and fell down heavily on the edge of his brand new thousand dollar sofa, imprisoning himself in self-isolation despite being lost amidst a sea of people.
It was right at that moment you decided to try and brave down the stairs, having to hold onto the bannister for dear life as you jumped down each step, the bass vibrating through the walls until they shook. As you peered over mountains of baggie hoodies and tripped over lumps of passed out people on the floor in your effort to try and find Jesse, you accidentally bumped into the back of one of Skinny Pete's friends. You apologised as he turned around, which would have been fine if he hadn't taken one look at you and decided you were his main entertainment for the night. The smell of stale weed and lukewarm beer radiated off his sour breath as he leant down to rasp against the shell of your ear, sending a chill rolling down your back. You tried to compress your shoulders and squeeze past him, but the guy would not stop trying to grab onto your waist and pull you back, staring very blatantly down at your chest.
You knew Jesse had been shoved into the deep end of some shady business recently, but the way he had been acting over the last while had been frightening you. So despondent. So careless. To come home every day and find him almost completely blazed out of his mind on the floor, seemingly not recognising you as he failed to respond to your greeting. Not realising that as soon as you wandered into the kitchen to put the groceries away, those desperate, love strung eyes were following your heels. He nearly cried out for you, voice hoarse and heavy in the back of his throat.
If he had mustered the energy, he would have gotten onto his hands and knees and crawled like a baby on the floor to follow after you. The way you would beg him at 2 a.m. to turn down the music, and he would just grab at your hands and try to get you to join in his terrible on the spot jump-dancing. You never discerned how heartbroken he seemed to be when you jolted back from him as if shot; his bottom lip would quiver and he would sink to his knees when your bedroom door finally slammed shut.
He couldn't take it. He couldn't take it anymore. First it had been his parents. Then the drugs. Then Mr. White, Gus, Gale, Mike, Saul, the pressure just kept building up and up and up and he didn't know how to escape it. Too cowardly to run away, just as he had always been resigned into believing you could never love him back. Too submissive. Too easily used. And now, now there was barely anything left of him. Sometimes, sometimes that scared kid would try to crawl out of his throat when he was alone at night, but he would just choke on his tears in the darkness until he had drowned him again.
So what does he do? Gets off his face drunk, and throws another mind numbingly monotonous party until the walls start spinning and he doesn't even know who's coming through those doors anymore. Hell, he still half expects his mother to come busting through, chiding him for having drugs in the house. For having you in the house, with such company present. For being a coward.
Now he had just brought more trouble on himself. If the company he now decided to keep didn't get his hands off you in approximately ten seconds, you were going to knock him on his ass in front of all his little buddies.
Thankfully, Jesse seemed to have a sixth sense as to when you were in trouble, and he had been steadily keeping his beady eyes on you ever since you reached the top step. Before you could shove the guy back, Jesse's already doing it for you. As soon as he’s by your side you can tell he’s wound up: not by the way he comes striding over, shouting over the beat and lowering his head as if he’s about to headbutt the guy. Not from the way his hand flies in his face, or the swears, the long string of increasingly ridiculous ‘bitch’ related insults he calls him, but from the way he looks so, so tired. He looks on the verge of tears, his eyes bloodshot as he brushes gently past you to start shoving the guy out the front door, yelling above the music to shepherd everyone else out as well.
'Jesse... seriously, you need to tell me what's going on, right now.'
When the door finally slams shut, you know him well enough that the best thing to do is just let his head cool down for a minute. When he was younger, that used to involve ringing you up whenever his parents had threatened to kick him out again; you would come clambering over the picket fencing lining his immaculately manicured side-yard to see him sitting on the edge of his windowsill, smoke rings blowing out the side of his mouth as he waited in the dark for you to arrive. His hand would shake as he hefted you up from the piping by his bedroom wall, awkwardly landing you down half on his feet as he would just stay beside you all night. He would speak from time to time, asking you about what you wanted to do once you managed to escape from this dump ass town. But mainly, he just leaned his head back and listened to your voice, gazing up at the faraway stars as if it were the only place he could possibly be truly free.
But now, he was far worse off than you ever could have imagined. He hunched over, as if he had a spiked collar weighted around his neck as he lumbered past you, crawling down onto the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest as he sat back against his brand new surround sound speaker, ducking his head into the gap and clawing at the back of his neck until you worried he was about to draw blood.
It was horrifying, hearing how he gasped between retching sobs as you sunk down on the floor next to him.
You tentatively reached out to place a hand on his back, kicking an empty pizza box out of the way with your foot so you could sit with the side of your thigh touching his. As soon as you made contact, he leapt at you like a rabid dog, clawing and clenching and biting his teeth into his shirt as he fell onto your chest.
‘Please. Please don’t leave me’, he gasped out between heaving cries, looking up at you with eyes so dejected, it were as if someone had stifled out the blinding stars once in them with dark clouds. Bits of saliva stuck between his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut once again and began bawling even harder, falling like a broken bird as you held the back of his head and guided it down to rest just above your breast bone.
‘I love you’, he starts sobbing, fists bunching up the material at the back of your shirt. It was you. It always has been. And if you walked out that door with the rest of them, he had nothing left. He would willingly roll over, and let himself just rot away.
You sure as hell saw it now.
Eventually, after you rock him back and forth against the floorboards for a while and just cradle him in a way he’s never experienced during his years on earth, he becomes more placid against you. It helps that at some point, you had absentmindedly begun to trace the silvery wisp of an outline that had been left on his bottom lip all those years ago, your pointer finger glancing back and forth as it quivered. He was almost entirely curled against you now, pretending to be asleep so you wouldn’t stop, but his breath froze when he heard you whisper ‘I love you too’ against the top of his hair.
He’ll feel really sheepish the next day when he finally wakes up, peering round the corner with his hand behind his head when he spots you trying to straighten out the crick in your neck after a night spent on the floor. He’ll come apologizing with his go to breakfast: a childhood favourite of pancakes absolutely drenched in maple syrup; they were the kind his mom would make if she were in a good mood at the weekends. When he would sit at the table the morning after you slept over, watching stupid cartoons his brother had put on the small television, grinning to himself as some dripped down his chin. It had been the happiest he had been in his life.
Although he still has that boyish, soulful smile on his face as he sits criss-cross down beside you, you can tell that he’s still plagued by how wet his eyes are: how heavily he’s blinking.
‘I really do love you, you know that right?’, you whisper, taking the plate from him.
‘Yeah, I do.’
Suddenly your fork goes crashing to the floor, forgotten about as you lean forward to kiss him, nearly surprising the heck out of him as his teeth clash against yours. He’s quick to reach up and tenderly, oh god, so gently cradle the side of your cheeks, but that’s soon abandoned as he readily allows you to guide him until his back is against the floorboards. You clamber over until you’re almost straddling him, beginning to smile yourself as you feel him grin against your top lip, the soft peals of his giggles breaking out against the surface of your tongue as you dip down against him.
And suddenly, his life seemed like it was worth fighting for again. He was going to get out of this. He was going to escape. He was going to win. Not for himself, but for you.
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Bad Breaks & Burner Phones
Saul Goodman x Reader
Summary: A simple mix up after a night with Saul leads to an unexpected phone call in the morning. Or, how you get caught sleeping with Saul.
Prompt: ‘all i wanna do is get naked in front of you’
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: implied smut, swearing.
You and Saul have been “together” for a few months now. No one knows, and the two of you haven’t exactly put a label on it, but you feel comfortable calling this a relationship… of sorts. It started off slow—with a couple of late nights in his office going over case files and filling your stomachs with cheap takeout—which progressed to drinks at the bar and movies at his place, and then other things at his place. You were caught in a whirlwind and all sense was gone when you caught a whiff of his cheap cologne or sight of his goofy, thin lipped grin.
Recently, you found yourself spending most nights at his place, having more than a few intimate moments that bordered on being downright domestic. You could only conclude that you and Saul were, at the very least, good friends who sometimes—or a lot of the time—spent the night, and occasional odd weekend, in each other’s company. What you did varied from week to week, but whether it be backrubs, breakfast in bed, or sloppy sex, you enjoyed your time with Saul and he with you.
This week, you were celebrating a successful court case; it had been building up to be troublesome until you had uncovered new information that turned the case in Saul’s favor. From there, he managed to secure a large settlement for his client (and an even bigger payout for himself). And with a job well done, you both took some time to put your sleuthing skills to use uncovering just what makes a lawyer tick.
In the morning, you wake up to a phone loudly going off, its default tone alerting you to the fact it’s your work burner.
Still tired, and a little sore, from last night's activities, you blindly slap at the nightstand until your phone is in your hand. You flip it open and press vaguely at where the answer key should be, hoping you get it right, as opening your eyes still feels like too much of a hassle right now.
“Hello?” you answer, voice rough from sleep.
It’s silent for a few seconds until a voice on the other line tentatively speaks your name. After another second your brain places the voice as Mike’s and you respond.
“Yeah, I’m here. What's up?”
Mike sighs, “are you just waking up?”
“Uh, yeah, but I’m good.” You reach over the side of the bed searching for whatever article of clothing is closest at hand, “do you need me for a run?” your fingers brush against the fabric of Saul’s shirt and you throw it on, allowing the cotton blend to cover your bare form.
“No, no I don’t need you today.” Mike states.
If he didn’t need you then why the hell was he calling you? Movement at your side catches your attention, and you look over to see that Saul has woken up. He looks up at you with soft eyes and you can’t help but smile despite yourself. Saul rests a hand against your thigh and raises an eyebrow in question. You move the speaker away from yourself and mouth “Mike.” He nods and squeezes your thigh in understanding, then lightly begins tracing a path across the uncovered patch of skin below his shirt's hem.
“I do have one question for you, though.” Mike says, drawing your attention back to him, “why do you have Saul’s phone?”
You go stiff, feeling time slow and fear creep in. “Saul’s phone?” you look at the nightstand and a sudden coldness washes over you and knots your stomach.
Saul shoots up, and is now looking at the phone in your hand, then the one still sitting on the nightstand reaching the same conclusion you have. Your phone rests there uselessly, while Saul’s sits in your hand as you have a conversation with Mike at… 7 a.m., way before your working hours.
Fuck.
Saul covers his face then hurries to listen in on the conversation, pressing himself against you in the process. You sit there dumbly looking over to Saul, as if the solution to your situation will be written on his face. Catching your eye, Saul motions for you to get your shit together and respond. Very helpful, Saul.
“Yeah, Saul’s phone.” Mike continues, beating you to the punch. “I was calling Saul, so imagine my surprise when you picked up—tired and having just woken up.”
Double fuck.
“So, care to explain, or did you want to let Saul do that? My guess is that’s him breathing so heavily into the phone?”
Triple fuuuck.
Saul shoots you a panicked look and waves for you to start speaking.
“Uh, I have to go.” You click the end call button without another thought, not that you were doing much thinking at all during that call, and toss the phone back to its original resting spot with a little more force than you should.
Saul throws himself down, covering his face with his hands as he lets out a pathetic little groan. After taking a moment to process your poor improvisational skills, he wraps an arm around your waist and brings you back down to the mattress. One hand moves across your hip while he uses the other to rest his head on.
“That was terrible, by the way.” He playfully pinches your hip and you swat his hand away, but with little in the way of a defense, you find yourself pleading the fifth. Saul, always one to look on the bright side of a shitty situation, brushes his hand over your cheek before bringing it to the nape of your neck to pull you into an open-mouthed kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow him to lift you into his lap where he runs his fingers up your spine, bringing his shirt that you were wearing up in the process.
Moving from your lips, he trails kisses across your jaw, tugging at your waist to bring your exposed sections of skin closer to his own.
He moans into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, all I wanna do is get naked with you, and enjoy what may be our last morning together before Mike chokes the life out of me while staring me down with those dead, mackerel eyes.”
You laugh and lean in to meet Saul for another searing kiss. Sweat and cologne, and something uniquely you all mix and mingle, leaving you dizzy and wanting more.
Whatever this was, however long it may last, you were going to enjoy it.
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Tuco Salamanca X Y/n
'BELIEVE ME PLEASE'
THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:
- may not follow the plot of brb/bcs
- nsfw/fluff
- violence
- (fem reader)
"Don't read if your a sensitive fuck"
Enjoy 😋
Y/n works for in management account job downtown Albuquerque, how she made her connections with the cartel and became a 'friend of the cartel' is a blessing in disguise..?
Domingo Gallardo Molina known as 'Krazy8' The biggest mistake you ever made of dating such a coward like him...Making you a hostage of the Cartel.
Part 1 (support for more!) ❤️
Domingo was a addict but you thought maybe he could change his addictions.You always told him to quit. But you also knew being with this kind of person would backfire quickly but you also felt guilty and responsible because he had no escape from his addiction and affairs with the drugs/drug dealing business. This would lead y/n and Domingo to break up sooner or later..
y/n seeing her friends photos she posted later night seeing as the decor of the party looked very similar to your boyfriend Domingos house, even such you even saw Domingo in the background of the picture. You started to feel angry and pissed how could he have a party and tell me nothing about this!? He even texted you later that night that he was 'busy'. Y/n drove there to see lights and music so loud you could hear it from outside, you opened the door and you passed by rushing through the flock of people, screaming Domingo name, nowhere to be seen you enter his room wich was upstairs opening to see your best friend and your now ex-boyfriend hands on eachother sucking eachother souls..Even to notice the white dash of powder on the night stand..
Domingo turning around to see who's at the door "we're bus-" Domingo's eyes widen to see y/n at the door almost tearing up to the scene she had now faced.
"y/n, wait, let me explain.." Domingo said as he sat up to face y/n .
Y/n running out of the house, that house felt like burning hell."y/n wai-" Domingo looking back to see where she disappeared off, suddenly y/n friends hand was on his shoulder "you don't need her, you have me Dommy" she said Domingo silenced himself for a minute and continued what he was doing earlier that night.
That was a Month ago
Y/n has gone through worse so she did kind off forget about him,, until one night she was working long shifts till 10pm because of the apartment she was staying at, topped up her rent making her stress pile up. Such as she started to get this feeling that was was getting watched..or getting followed by the same car as days go pass.
y/n working for a small accountant management company she didn't get paid much, paid even below minimum wage for the stuff she does. After that long shift it's now 10:20pm ,,she had to finish some stuff up before making her the last person to leave that building, having this said, you walked over to your car which started to feel weird, you could feel a dangerous threat coming your way that night, Just the second you put your hand on the handle of your car you were gaged by 2 men that you couldn't picture correctly,, and a cloth with whatever substance there was on it, making her unconscious.
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2:30am
Y/n woke up .. you woke up, your eyes swollen, seeing nothing you finally get the blindfold from your eyes removed, your eyes squinted from the distress and the high amount of the light in the place you were. Tied to a chair ,mouth still gaged, you've been gaged for so long your mouth was now red and swollen same with your eyes. You open you eyes wider you realize you'rein a room, a shack it looked like..before questioning..
"Buenos días perra"
Your brain finally clicked to the sound of his voice , you struggle to move, as you kept shifting side to side on the chair you were on,, struggling to break free, or to get the slightest bit of comfort."MMMM, MMM"
Muffle sound came out of your mouth. You look around your surroundings and see men holding weapons like you were a criminal, but one stood out most, there was a man a older man in a brightly coloured shirt which enhanced the figure of his body ,sitting crossed-armed like he was waiting for you to wake up, He could see the panic in your eyes when you started to tear up thinking what you gotten yourself in to .
"Ayyy, Ayy relax.. just answer some questions for me.." the man said slowly getting up from his chair and equipping the knife that was on the table beside him and waved it around.."MMMM, MMMm" you panicked with your mouth muffled with the gag around your mouth, He slowly walked behind you, making you think worse teasing you, but he actually was there to remove the gag from your mouth.
"WHO ARE YOU, WHY IM I HER-"
'SMACK' he slapped you..Your left side of the cheek started to sting and burn up from the power of the slap.
"SHUT UP!" Demanded the stranger sending shock waves down your brain.
"W-why am I here" you said softly listening to his command feeling smitten. He went to go sit on his chair again.
"Your boyfriend,,your silly boyfriend" His devilish laughter echoed the whole place filled with his body guards who also looked warned by is laughter.
A moment of silenced appeared..with a serious face he pulled.
"He stole my FUCKING DRUGS" he takes out his gun which he lifts up from his belt into his hands standing up from his slouching position on the chair.
You knew who it was, fucking Domingo he was your first boyfriend ever so it had to be him..
Tears starting occurring at the water line of your eye soon after a stream appeared with you clenching your teeth as you didn't want to show you were effected by him making your face turn away from this stranger now facing your thighs.
You hear his footsteps coming closer to you, He grabs your hair, making you face him. "Where is he." This man said making intense eye contact.
"last chance. Where is he."
" I-i don't know..w-were not together anymore" you said in a shaking voice, he grabbed your hair harder.
You screamed " I DONT KNOW " which then you later regretted "please don't k-kill me I'll do anything.." You closer your eyes for a second but next thing you know he lets go of your hair and shoves a gun into your mouth, your eyes widen you look into his eyes with tears flowing like rivers down your face..You would of done anything in that moment to not loose your life over someone like domingo..
your muffled voice shouted "WAIT WAIT WAIT" the voice was muffled but enough to know what you were saying.
"what" the man said with a quick and ordering way.
He was getting angry now, you could see the fire in his eyes growl as you was testing his patience,, he removed the gun out of your mouth which now was pointing to the middle of your forehead.
"Speak, Now." He was pissed, you could feel the shivers down your spine as he spoke.
He lowers his gun to his hips and turns to one of his men behind him, "What happened to Lopez" he said to the man.
"heh,,you like drugs right, haha" you started to sweat
"which, which means you've got a lot of money so so so..I'm a accountant, i-ill work for you, i can launder your money." You closed your eyes waiting for his response you said.
"You killed him boss.." he said in a nodd
His devilish laugh was reintroduce again into the room. Then he faced you with a serious face with now the gun pointing at your forehead again,
"What about Domingo huh, still don't wanna talk" he said
You finally saw hope, a pass to live, but with danger. He squatted infront on you and waved his gun about when talking,
"We b-broke up a month ago, please believe me, I'll do anything.."
A second went pass...
"Fuck up this and your gone" his eyes WARNED you , maybe you should of died instead..
He walked out the room placing the gun back into his belt, his guard giving him a nodd as he left and they turned their attention to you as they dropped you off that night at your apartment, you felt sick to your stomach and looked sick yourself...
PART 2 COMING SOON!!!!!
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Omg could you please write a saul Goodman fic with the prompt suck my fingers please? I have a thing for his hands and it’s so bad 😩
You got it anon! Take this gif as a present
MINORS DNI smut incoming
Saul goodman X female! Reader
“Is this seat taken?” A gravely voice speaks and you realize that you’ve heard it somewhere before. You shake your head and he takes a seat next to you at the near empty dive bar. Your lips turn upwards in a amused smile that you hide with a sip of your drink. It was Saul Goodman. Speedy justice for you. The local celebrity lawyer, you always found him kind of hot. There was something about middle age charming men that do you in and the more swarmy the better. You must be like half his age but that’s never stopped either of you before. You had a long day and were looking for some stress relief and Saul might be the perfect thing. He wasn’t an idiot he saw that you were a beautiful woman; he was used to call girls so picking up a beautiful woman at the bar wasn’t something he was used too. He saw that you had finished your drink and he flagged down the bartender “I’m buying sweetheart. Whatcha drinkin? He says softly bumping you with his shoulder. You smile and gently bump him back and told the bartender you’d take another of the drink you’d been drinking. You turn to Saul and smile genuinely “thank you so much” you say softly and tilt your head down and look up at him.
The conversation flowed and so did the drinks and next thing you know you are on his gigantic bed in his absolutely absurd home. It was giant and kind of incredible. You were sitting on the edge of the bed and you feel a warm heavy hand on your bare thigh. He was definitely handsome you thought as you scanned his face. His eyes held so much, you saw the lust definitely but also saw pain and insecurity and the want to be desired and needed. You gently touch his face which seemed too intimate for the moment but he didn’t seem to mind. He just stares back at you taking inventory “you are so sexy. it isn’t fair” he grumbles and runs a finger over your open pouted lips. There was a certain weight to this words like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence. You don’t feel like that though. You thought he was absolutely mouthwatering and you were determined to prove that to him. You hum gently and reach over to Palm the growing bulge in his slacks. His head was swimming when you touched him; he let out a groan of pleasure and shifted his hips up to meet your hand. He tutted and grabbed your wrist “no touching.” He says in a low voice and you swear you felt your stomach drop and your pussy clench around nothing and than he spoke again and you thought you were gonna pass out “you are gonna take what I give you and be grateful. Sound good beautiful?” He purrs into your ear. You nod coyly and he brings his fingers up to your mouth “suck on my fingers for me” he mused watching your face for any hesitation and sucked in a breathe when you did. Your tongue swirling around his thick digits “good girl. Look at you” he coos tauntingly as you continue to suck. He closes his eyes and sighs, he grabs a hold of your jaw and looks at you as you detach “your gonna kill me” he says affectionately lust coating his voice
Part 2????? 👀
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hear me out. hear me out. saul goodman x reader where the reader works for him, right? but it's just saul jacking off to the thought of reader who he's been lusting after ever since she started working for him. maybe she walks in and catches him by accident and they have really cool office sex.
content: blackmail (not the way you think), male masturbation, age difference, boss/employee relationship
WC .9k
Late nights at the office used to be reserved for work, he was a bit of a crook but he was nothing if not a hard worker.
Unluckily for him, his night hours had been somewhat occupied since he hired his new assistant.
She was young, too young for him. A recent graduate of law school, she had been vying for any experience she could find in the industry. He's embarrassed to say, he decided to hire her the second he saw her.
There were other women before, but after his most recent wife it was mostly hookers taking up his time.
She was different, sharper than she looked. He was delightfully surprised to find she was actually very useful around the office because he didn't even bother to check her resume.
It was a good thing that she was helpful because she was a serious distraction for him.
After he sent her home it was like her presence was still in the air, he could never help himself. He checked the locks, watching her car leave the lot before he retired into his office for his nightly routine.
When he noticed the scarf she was wearing that morning in the lobby, he knew it was his lucky day.
His belt was off and the last few buttons of his dress shirt were undone to make it easier to roll up his shirt.
By the time he even touched himself his cock was already hard and leaking in his lap, practically begging for attention.
This wasn't right, he needed to be working right now. He had already spent a good portion of the day fantasizing about bending her over his desk and running his rough hands over the smooth expanse of her legs as he pushed her skirt up over her ass.
He already knew she wore lace underwear as he had caught a glimpse of it once when she bent over to pick up a paper he had dropped. That was a benefit of his age, she never thought anything when he asked for her to bend down and pick something up for him. In reality he was perfectly capable but he would never pass up a chance to see up her skirt.
When he imagined fucking her, he imagined keeping the lace panties on, pushing them to the side just enough so he could slide his cock into her. That way he could snap the waistband against her delicate skin and watch as a faint redness appeared.
He was so caught up in the fantasy and the slick sound of his hand gliding over his cock, that he didn't hear the knock on his office door.
He also didn't hear the subject of his fantasies walking into the room tentatively, shaky on her high heels after a long day on her feet.
“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry,” she gasped when she saw him. Despite her sentiment, she didn’t take her eyes off him. Her pupils were wide in the dim room, drinking in the sight of him sprawled out in his luxurious office chair.
"I left my scarf." Her eyes were now drawn to his hand, where he was clutching the aforementioned scarf.
He nodded, eyes wide, at a loss for words. How was Slippin' Jimmy gonna get himself out of this mess?
"Ew," she giggled, sauntering across the office to stand in front of him in a way that almost seemed taunting. "Are you jerking it right now?"
"I was," he replied gruffly, slowly unwinding his fist from his cock so he could pull his pants back up.
She took the scarf from his hand, very aware of what he had been doing and what he had been thinking about. "Kinda perverted," she teased.
"I'm really sorry, what can I do? I'll give you paid time off? How about a big Christmas bonus?" He scrambled to make things right, he'd offer her just about anything not to spill about what she had just seen.
"Pull your pants back down first of all." Her nails curled into the band of his boxers, carefully tugging them back down and exposing him to the stale air of the office.
"Is this ok?" she asked, her hand delving down to his cock and stroking it teasingly slow.
"Yeah. FUck, that's great," he groaned, hand tangling into her hair when she fell to her knees in front of him.
"Yeah?" she sighed, her tone light and breathy. The question was clearly ironic, since she could taste the salty precum beading at the tip of his cock when she sealed her lips around it. The evidence of his arousal for her.
He had no excuse now, not that he really needed it.
"God, this is so dirty. I cant believe this is happening." His head tipped back, eyes snapping shut when she tongued a particularly sensitive spot on his shaft.
She pulled back, letting a glob of split fall from her mouth and onto her hand that was still clasped around him. "I still want that bonus," she said before crawling into the office chair to straddle him.
"You can have whatever you want if you let me fuck that sweet pussy." He growled when she pushed her panties to the side and teased the head of him with her warmth.
"I don't want to be your assistant anymore, I want to be an associate." Her stare was sharp, she was serious about this. He wasn't sure how she was still thinking so coherently, because he sure wasn't.
"Yeah yeah, sure whatever." He wasn't sure if he would actually grant her request but for now he would entertain it because he was so close to being inside of her and he wasn't going to stop now.
#saul goodman smut#saul goodman fanfic#saul goodman#saul goodman x reader#jimmy mcgill#jimmy mcgill x reader#better call saul#breaking bad#brba#bcs fanfic
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Living the Vida Loca Ep.
• Jesse Pinkman & Reader. (Platonic)
(Here’s part one.)
(Here’s part two.)
(Here’s part three.)
(Here’s part four.)
(Here’s part five.)
• (Find this story on Ao3.)
Summary — A short story about how a young teenaged girl gets wrapped up in Jesse's life.
Notes — Phew. The epilogue. Please enjoy :)
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Bear Creek, Alaska.
The first thing you do when Jesse gets the keys to your new apartment is throw your bags on the floor and run around, poking your heads into all the rooms, pulling open all the kitchen cabinets, and laying like a pair of starfish on the bland carpet of the bedrooms.
Holy shit, you laugh.
Holy shit, Jesse laughs.
You lay there for a long time, waiting for your new lives to feel real.
Saul Goodman really missed out on being a real estate agent.
He picked the perfect apartment.
It’s got heating, for when the cold becomes colder.
It’s got two bathrooms, with an elephant’s worth of space in each.
It’s got spacious wardrobes that will eventually be filled with band shirts and beanies and thick, woolly socks, and a fireplace that with time becomes a mantle for you to frame your little polaroid's on, turning fleeting flashes into permanent memories above the cozy flames.
It’s got everything.
The first week goes by fast.
You’re on a high and you won’t come down.
You and Jesse have become avid thrift shoppers in the wake of your old riches, determined to fill out your home with bits and bobs; knicks and knacks. On every second corner of this mountainous town, there’s a second-hand store bursting with charm. Oh, and someone’s grandpa’s collection of Christmas sweaters.
(Yes, Jesse buys one.)
You also buy a toaster, some sofa cushions, and a big, green blanket that will be perfect for your movie nights. You hit three more on your way back.
You also go bananas in the local supermarket.
You sit in the cart and swipe almost every cookie and frozen lasagna you can off the shelves, while Jesse hops on and scoots you both around.
Your fridge looks like an overstuffed suitcase.
You use the town library to print off a couple resumes, and some hours later, you re-converge at the same parking lot you started out in, and you both run up to each other and shout —
I got the job!
When the population is as small is Bear Creek’s, anything is possible.
You become a cashier at the supermarket.
Jesse starts bussing tables at a small steak-and-chips restaurant.
(They let him spray-paint a mural onto the side of the building. It takes three whole days and two broken ladders, but it’s beautiful, and Jesse walks around now with compliments on his shoulders and a pep in his step.)
The first week goes by fast.
A blur of shopping, moving furniture, and movie nights.
Two kids in a candy store.
Then, after that —
It’s the slow and steady Bear Creek lifestyle.
The slow Bear Creek lifestyle.
Everybody knows everybody in Bear Creek.
The elderly clerk at the corner store knows the man who walks in with his dog, and the man with the dog knows the lady from the bookshop down the street, and the lady from the bookshop knows you, and you know the guy who busks outside the library, and the busker-guy knows Jesse, and it just keeps going in circles, circles, circles, until it’s all a big web.
Some years ago, you might have perceived this as danger.
You might have perceived this community as a reactive entanglement of whispers, and stares, and one rogue phone call to the wrong people.
But one thing Bear Creek teaches you is how to let go.
How to let go of glancing over your shoulder.
How to let go of peeking out the windows at night.
How to let go of these things that have shaped you into something sharper than what you really are. The person you used to be.
The same goes for Jesse.
For a month, he tucks a gun in his pants-line.
He smokes cigarettes while he scrutinizes your new IDs.
Isaac and Riley Miller.
He has three different phones, and refuses to text anybody except you.
You can hear him, in the night, checking on you from your doorway, like you might’ve disappeared in the ten minutes he’s been in the other room.
It’s difficult, because old dogs can’t learn new tricks, but Jesse gets better.
He’s safe enough, now, to revert back to that teenage boy he’s always been at heart, even if he is twenty-nine years old.
You build lop-sided snowmen together in the apartment complex’s parking lot, and pelt each other with snowballs. It’s a parallel image to your nights back in New Mexico, throwing frisbees in the driveway, except with two completely different people who look like you and Jesse, but have been through and seen so much more.
You go for walks and shit, like normal, healthy people.
The DVD store becomes a second home for you.
You drink hot chocolate out on the balcony and argue over who got more marshmallows while you people-watch.
You take your sleds down to the edge of the forest, and you coast down the tall mounds of snow and hoot into the trees like happy children.
Some nights, you lay in bed and wonder about your old life. Are there ghosts of you, back home? Do people think of you?
Some days, it’s hard to keep looking forward.
There are just some things you will never be able to forget. Some things you will never be able to look at with the same eyes as everybody else.
Like how all meat looks like sheep guts.
And all flies come with a flash of dead eyes.
And how sometimes, when Jesse reaches to hold your hand, you’re back in that desert and you’re being grabbed, pinned, and shot.
The days are slow, and they give you time.
Sure, the apartment is nice and all, but Jesse’s always been your home.
He’s always there to pet and shush away the nightmares.
He’s there when you need him, and he’s not when you need space.
He’s a familiar face.
He’s family.
He’s your twin, trapped in the same echo of an old nightmare you survived together. He’s someone who knows what you’re thinking whenever you see a grate in the ground, or a bucket, or a paperclip. He understands.
The days in Bear Creek are slow.
You spend them painting, laughing, exploring, and living.
It’s sort of like buying new shoes.
Uncomfortable, at first, but then it learns to work around you —
And everything is easy-peasy from there on out.
A visit from Uncle Goodman.
Jimmy has a thick moustache, and he can’t handle the cold.
These are the first things you notice when he shows up at your door, with that strip of carpet above his lip and the three coats he’s shivering in.
You’re in shock. Jimmy?
He is not. Are you gonna let me in, you little punk, or what?
He says he is freezing his nuts off.
Jimmy McGill is in your living room. He’s shed all his layers, toed off his boots, and apparently, he’s jet-lagged, so he helps himself to your coffee machine like he’s lived here all his life. You stare at him while he sips it.
There’s an awkward silence.
I thought I’d never see you again, you mutter, at this version of an old memory you forced yourself to forget, currently standing in your kitchen.
Jimmy sets the mug down.
He looks like he tries to say something, but then he just opens his arms.
You hug him for the first time in four years.
You’re an adult, now.
He must sense this change in you, not just physically but mentally, because when he pulls back, he doesn’t want to let go, and he’s just looking at you and crying, which looks wrong on a guy like Jimmy.
Why’d you have to go and get all grown up on me, huh?
Then he demands that you tell him everything.
You demand he tell you everything, because, How’d you even find us?
He says he knows a man who knows everything about everyone; someone who can make fake IDs and people disappear. He says it’s how you’re living out here, and you’re reminded of the night you were herded into the back of an electronics store and given a new name.
Jimmy helped you and Jesse out in the beginning, but only as a voice through a phone line, and then as an invisible force pulling strings.
Even when he’s 2,800 miles away, Jimmy’s been there for you.
You tell him about Hank Schrader and Steve Gomez.
You tell him about the phone call, and the sheep guts.
Then you try telling him about the desert, and the Welkers, but your voice gets caught in your throat like a fish hook, and he suggests going for a walk instead.
You trail the sidewalks until you bump into Jesse.
He’s on his way home from work, and when he sees you, he almost faints.
Yo, yo, yo, hang on a second, His mouth hangs open.
You giggle while they take each other in.
They even do a bro-hug, because Jesse does things like that, now.
He tells Jimmy that the apartment kicks ass, man, and that he can’t believe he flew all the way up here just to see you guys.
Hey, man, Jimmy holds up his hands, I just came here for the waterfalls and the moose. You people were second-to-last on my itinerary.
You both tell Jimmy to shove it, and then you walk together to the park.
Just like old times, right? Jimmy asks you.
These are nothing like old times, but you got your two favorite people in the world back together again — your weird little family — so that has to count for something.
Whatever you say, You chuckle.
You see a fire-colored fox sniffing along the frozen lake while you talk about everything that’s changed; everything that’s happened. The people you’ve become. You cry again when Jimmy says he’s proud of you, and Jesse gives you a hard noogie for being such a sap.
Apparently, Jimmy’s staying in Bear Creek for a while.
Today’s a good day.
The final piece.
You graduate college in May.
It’s been a long struggle, but you made it.
Jimmy’s there.
Jesse’s there.
Your friends are all there, too, in matching gowns and caps.
You hear your name, Riley Miller, being called, and you step up to the podium with the overwhelming sense of metamorphosizing from one cold husk of a life into a newer, brighter one. One where you have a new name and a new home, but the same old family cheering for you in the crowd.
You can’t believe how much everything has changed.
For one, Jesse shaved all his hair off, ‘cause he’s an idiot.
At least one thing makes you laugh every day, now.
(It’s usually Jesse shouting bitch at your Xbox, or Jimmy complaining about the people he works with, down at the Cinnabon, because the only young person he can stand to be around is you.)
It’s been a year since you last had a nightmare.
You’re back to walking dogs again.
You’re back to singing in the kitchen.
You moved into the apartment next to Jesse’s, and he tells you every day how much he doesn’t miss finding your dirty dishes in the sink. But you know he hates that you’ve grown up so fast. He comes around for dinner almost every single night, swaddled in that big, green blanket you bought when you first landed in Alaska, and you’ve upgraded from watching Tinkerbell to old Disney movies. He cries every time at Lion King.
Jimmy lives ten minutes away, in a proper but small house.
You know there’s days where he yearns to live on that same pillar of glory he had back in New Mexico.
He plans on heading back to the states in the coming months.
He says he’ll miss the crisp air, and the caribou, and watching the snow roll over the caps of white mountains while he eats breakfast croissants with you in quiet cafes, but it’s just not in his nature to stay in one place for too long. You can’t trap a butterfly in a bird cage.
Besides, he’s basically the poster child for burner phones.
He’ll find a way to contact you.
That skatepark seems like a million years ago.
You throw your cap in the air.
Now when you spend nights at Jesse’s place, ‘cause the two of you are like teenage girls obsessed with sleepovers, and you warm yourself up by the fireplace, there’s one more photo sitting there, now.
Dead center. Ceramic frame.
The final piece of the puzzle.
It’s you, holding your degree and laughing while the sun blooms on your shoulder, with Jimmy and Jesse on either side of you, throwing up rock-star hands like they’re at the sickest concert they’ve ever been to.
You smile to yourself.
Because you love those fucking idiots.
And they love you, too.
End notes — Oh my God! The epilogue, it’s finished!! I hope you enjoyed reading, and I hope I was able to wrap this up in a satisfying way. Thank you for reading, everyone :)
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Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 - Day 23/24: Sweet Substitute
Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x Reader
Angst & Mild 🌶Spicy Sauce🌶
Prompt: "You've got whipped cream on your *insert favorite body part*."
Advent Calendar Masterlist
The warm air hit my face as I exited the car. Fifty degrees on Christmas Eve still felt weird to me. However, seeing the bare ground made me yearn for the snow of Washington, where I grew up. Very rarely have I ever seen snow in Albuquerque. The feeling of the cold wetness could almost be felt on my face if I closed my eyes. Next year I'll have to take Saul back home to experience it with me.
Speaking of, I needed to pick up his Christmas gift from the office. You'd think this would be the last place I'd hide a gift since he's here almost everyday. Luckily, I had the perfect place for it. Just as I was unlocking the front door, my phone rang. It was the man himself.
"Hello?" I spoke into the phone as I opened the door and stepped inside, quickly turning off the alarm system.
"Hey! Where are you at?" Saul's soothing voice came through the speaker.
"I had to run to the office to pick up your gift," I replied.
"You hid it at the office?! Where?" He asked surprised.
"The last place you'd look," I chuckled as I rounded the front counter.
"Francesca's desk," he sighed in defeat.
"Bingo!" I happily cheer at his correct answer.
I picked up the wrapped box from the drawer and set it on the counter.
"Hey, while you're there would you be able to grab my briefcase? I left it on my desk. Oh! And my work phone. See if we got any messages on it."
"You want me to work on Christmas Eve?" I narrowed my eyes.
"No! But you know we have some high profile clients that tend to call at all hours," Saul chuckled.
"I am not letting Walter White ruin our Christmas together," I stated.
"He won't, I promise. Now hurry up and bring your perky little ass home to me. I have a surprise for you," He trailed off with lust entering his voice.
"Yeah?" I purred while letting my voice dip into a sultry tone. "I'll be quick then."
I hung up as excitement started to swirl within me. Saul always know the right things to say to me. He treated me right. Something I could never say about anyone until now. Plus that man was an amazing lover. He always got off on getting me off. I needed to hurry so I could get home to him.
Briskly, I entered his office. The briefcase was on his desk, as he said. The phone, however, was a bit of a challenge to track down. It wasn't in the usual places he left it. Thankfully, a soft buzzing sound could be heard through the silence. I followed the noise to a discarded suit jacket haphazardly tossed on the couch. It was still buzzing as I pulled it out. The caller ID made my heart still. Kim Wexler.
Saul's ex-wife. I've been friends with Saul a long time. Back when he went by Jimmy McGill. So I was around for the time period he and Kim were on again off again. Personally, I didn't think she was good for Jimmy. But that could just be my own feelings talking.
I've always had a thing for the man and was beyond thrilled when he wanted to start hooking up. I thought he reciprocated my feelings. Unfortunately, every time Kim came back into the picture, I was tossed aside. It had become very clear to me that I was the rebound. The substitute for the woman he was really in love with. I called things off with him until he finally decided what he really wanted. Unfortunately, Kim made that decision for him when she moved away to start her own firm separate from Jimmy's.
I was there to pick up the pieces of his heart she had left shattered behind. He was a wreck and had no one there to help piece him together besides me. During that time, I guess Jimmy realized that I was truly the only one there for him. He claimed that he wanted no one else but me. So we gave it another shot, and things have been happy ever since. Until now.
When I gathered the courage to answer the phone, it was already too late and went to the voice-mail. With gritted teeth and a new angry fire within, I listened to the voice-mail. What the hell could she possibly have left to say after breaking this man's heart. She has another thing coming if she thinks he'll just come running right back to her.
"Hey Jimmy! I'm just returning your call. I'd love to have lunch with you on Monday. Though noon doesn't work for me, so how about 1:30? Call me back."
My heart sank. Returning your call. He was the one who had reached out to her first. He was setting up a lunch date with her. Why? Why would he do this? I thought we were happy. Everything had been going so well between us and with the law firm! Why am I never good enough for him? What the hell does Kim Wexler have that I don't?
Angst soured my mood as I got into the car and drove to our shared apartment. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I tried to come up with something to say to him. After everything I've done for him, he still runs back to her. Well, that was the last time I'll ever piece him back together. I will no longer allow this man to use me and toy with my feelings. It's over.
A muffled sob left my lips when the thought crossed my mind. I didn't want it to be over. It had been so good. I loved this man more than I have with anyone else. But I had to do this. I couldn't keep living this way. I deserved to be with someone who wanted me, always and forever.
I wiped the tears away when I parked the car. A deep breath heaved through my chest before I put on a stone cold face. I'm going to go up there, pack, and tell him it's over. Nothing will change my mind. Not even his cute little puppy dog eyes he likes to use when I'm upset with him. My mind has been made up.
My legs felt like cinder blocks as I drug myself up to our apartment. After another breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I tried my best not to look at the pictures of us happily together that littered the walls. My mind couldn't be changed. This needed to be done.
Soft Christmas music could be heard from the bedroom. A faint yellow glow was seen through the cracked doorway. My anger flaired again as I was reminded that it was Christmas Eve. How dare he put me through this today of all days. My favorite holiday was about to be ruined.
I flung the hall closet open and grabbed my suitcase from the top shelf. Aggressively, I pulled it down to me with a huff. The noise must have caught Saul's attention.
"Y/N?" He called softly from the bedroom.
I ignored him as I burst through the door with my suitcase in hand. Tossing it open on the floor, I started to briskly walk through the room and grab anything I saw of mine. Without caring, I tossed it into the open case of the floor.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked slightly concerned.
I spun around to tell him off. Before speaking, I took in the situation. Saul must have planned for a spicy night in with the music, glow of the candles, and the fact that he was nude on the bed. His soft cream skin was in full view. Those brown curly chest hairs I loved to lay my head upon. And my favorite part of him was still standing up in salute. A salute that was coated in foreign white substance.
"You've got whipped cream on your dick," I said blankly before turning back around to the task at hand.
I couldn't look at him. If I did, then the chances of me caving in were to rise. I needed to stay strong. The bed springs could be heard as Saul got up from the bed and approached me.
"Why are you packing? Where are you going?" Saul asked, getting more nervous the more I packed.
"I think we both know the answer to that," I snapped.
"No, I don't. Mind filling me in?" His concerned voice started to get a hint of annoyance in it.
"I'm just making things easier for you, so you'll have nothing to worry about when you have lunch with Kim on Monday. She says that noon doesn't work for her and that 1:30 will be better," I spat.
A deep sigh left the man as he pinched his index finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose. No doubt a headache was starting to form for him.
"Y/N, it's not what it sounds like," he tried to reason.
"No, I think it sounds exactly like it is," I growled as I turned to face him. "She's back in your life and you're just going to toss me to the side."
"Would you stop jumping to conclusions for once!" He shouted in frustration. "It's not like that anymore. You're the only one I want."
"Then what are you doing getting lunch with her then, hmm?"
"To sign the divorce papers."
That caught me off guard. I blinked at him in shock.
"What?"
"She never signed the divorce papers when she left. When I heard she'd be in town, I figured this would be the perfect time to have her sign them. I'd be a free man." He hesitated before grabbing my hands in his and looking me in the eyes. "I'd be able to be with you completely. And if one day we want to tie the knot, then we wouldn't have any issues."
"So you're not leaving me?" My voice quivered.
"No. I promise I'm never leaving you again. You're the only one I want. I love you, Y/N."
I was stunned, to say the least. He did this all for us, for me? I just didn't know what to say. I loved this man so much and am relieved it wasn't what I feared. He really did change. I'm speechless. So I said, and did, the only thing that impulsively came to mind.
"You're getting whipped cream all over the carpet," I told him as I locked eyes with him.
Very slowly, without breaking eye contact, I sunk down to my knees. Saul was confused at first since we were in the middle of what he assumed was a fight. Everything clicked, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure when I licked a strip up the side of his dick.
"I'm sorry for overreacting, and almost ruining Christmas," I quietly said in between licks.
"Mmhh, I'm sorry... for mm... making you feel that way," Saul panted in pleasure.
I smiled as I took him completely in my mouth and hummed at the sweet and salty taste of the dissolving whipped cream.
This was just the first of the many new Christmas memories we'd have together in the future.
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working as an intern/secretary for Saul Goodman, hoping to break into the legal world but instead having to deal with your boss’s leering states and comments and touches, staying late one evening for a big case and suddenly things get a lot more intimate 🫣
Late night (Saul Goodman X Fem! Reader smut)
Warnings: 18+ Pure smut (I need holy water), riding, desperate reader, age gap, praise kink, Saul being sleazy, unwanted/very much wanted touches, harassment?, workplace shenanigans
Your life had been full of ups and downs, but nothing was going get in the way of your aspirations. Wanting to work in the world of law hoping to serve justice to those who need it.
But due to your past anti-social behaviour as a teen your dream had proven difficult to achieve. HHM was the last law firm you stopped by, and they just shamed you for having a criminal record of illegal possession and whatnot. Even though you had proven to be quite learner now. Hamlin and his snobs just couldn’t see passed the measly drug charge.
That night you sat at the bar wondering what you could do next sipping the glass in your hand with a sigh. “Rough night?” The presence of the older man seated next you became noticed. He appeared familiar as he smiled at you.
“You could say that” you nervously chuckled as his big blue eyes looked you up and down. “You want another drink?” he asked you glanced at your glass. “It’s on me sweetheart you look like you need it” His voice was smooth, and it made you question where you have heard it before. You agreed and the man began to strike a conversation while the bartender poured you another glass.
He certainly had charm as he expressed concern and then it hit you when he mentioned his name. Saul Goodman. The lawyer guy you’ve seen on late night TV of course!
You shared a few amusing moments with him. Especially when you told him about Hamlin shaming you.
“What’s in the past stays in the past sweetheart and so what. I did way worse shit when I was a teenager, I tell ya. Don’t let people like lord Vader put you down like that” Saul shakes a finger at you with the advice and you giggled.
One drink after another you really enjoyed his company, he made your night a lot better. There were a few little things you started to notice. His eyes checking you out his hand drifting across your thigh. But you blamed it on how drunk you were starting to get.
Nah that’s just stupid.
At the end of night Saul made you an offer “Well since your stuck at the moment how about you come and work for me?” he asked gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m in need of a new secretary and you can also gain some much-needed work experience as my intern as well” Saul explained. The offer sounded amazing and ideal since you had nowhere else to start.
Little did you know what was going to happen between the two of you.
First few weeks were easier than expected even with the vast amounts of unusual clients coming in. You were always by Saul’s side fetching him coffee filling out paperwork and on your breaks you would join him for lunch and chat away about cases.
As time passed Saul’s behaviour had changed. The more comfortable you were at his office the more comfortable he was with touching you every chance he had.
His hands would caress your shoulders while you were deep into paperwork while he admired your efforts. Praising you was a major thing for him.
'You are doing so well sweetheart'
'Good girl'
'I’m so lucky to have you here'
His words made you blush and smile softly. But his touches became more on the forceful side on occasions where you were stood organising files and he would reach for a file above you and casually move his hand to your ass.
During conversations his baby blue eyes seemed to cloud with lust (something you had recognised from previous relationships). Signs of a man in need.
Maybe you were reading too much into it.
You found Saul to be very attractive and not the type of man you would go for given the age difference between the two of you.
Then it became obvious by the comments he started to make towards you.
Why do have to come in such a small skirt today doll? He once asked playing with the hem of it. You glanced at the paperwork hoping he wouldn’t notice the clenching of your thighs.
He would also make rather lustful comments about your ass too. ‘God you are killing me with that booty.’ Saul mused as you walked out the office one night. You chose to ignore it, but he made it rather hard for you as his hands would linger on your skin longer.
It was like he couldn’t resist any longer. Then he reached breaking point and so did you...
It was late and you worked tireless on a new ground-breaking case of a rather wealthy client. Saul wanted your help with the case, so you stayed later than usual. Organising each file before you on his desk.
“This is big deal for us sweet face” he sighed loosening up his green tie and undoing his top button. You hummed in response looking through witness reports and whatnot.
“I just love your determination it’s so sexy might I add” Saul spoke smoothly you looked over at him noticing his chair was much closer to yours.
You would be lying if you said his carnal comments didn’t keep you up at night. “I see the way your body responds sweetheart.” his eyes once again clouded with lust “how your soft thighs clench” he spoke with such admiration as his hand met your thighs caressing in a circular motion.
Clearing your throat, you could no longer be focused on what you were reading “I thought you said this case is important to us?” You questioned trying not to make eye contact with the older man.
Saul suddenly took a hold of your chin causing you to drop your pen to the desk. “It is but I can think of more important things to do my doll” he said in a suggestive manner.
His office became hot as his lips inched closer to yours, you couldn't think. Did you really want this?
Quickly he pressed his soft lips upon you with such forceful passion you could taste the coffee he had been drinking. Wrapping your arms around his neck Saul groaned as you finally gave in to his advances. Oh god you wanted him you needed him so bad!
Lifting yourself off your chair you made a comfortable place on his lap as his lips moved to the sweet spot of your neck suckling like a vampire. Never have you met a man who wanted you like this.
“Saul ah” you moaned his name as he fiddled with the buttons of your white blouse. “I know baby I’ve been dying to know what these beautiful tits looked like” he confessed with another throaty groan as he finally got to your bra. Snapping it in an instant and then throwing it aside he stared at your bare breasts in such desire.
“Oh, sweetheart you are so perfect, aren’t you?” he praised dampening between your thighs you started to grind yourself on him in response. Already feeling the hardness of his cock entrapped in his formal pants. Saul watched you working your body with his whimpering as he sucked and played with your tits.
“My good girl, aren’t you? All mine!” he groaned like a man possessed his long fingers explored between your legs as he pecked kisses all over your chest.
You were almost on the verge of begging him as his skilful fingers rubbed and his eyes kept in contact with yours. It was all too much, and you lifted yourself up to pull down your panties needing him to caress your bare heat.
And Saul did sooo well
“Pl-please ah” you pleaded him, and he smirked “Promise me this sweet face when I make you scream my name tonight” his fingers rubbed faster spreading you out for him “you will be my good girl forever” His words ended as he suddenly slid two of his fingers deep inside you.
“Oh I-I promise S-saul just please f-fuck me ah” you have never felt so needy as he thrusted his fingers in faster as you buried your face into his neck. Saul tuts at you “you can’t hide your pretty little face like that” you moaned at his words turning your head so he could kiss you deeply.
Excitement rushed in your already quivering body as you heard him fiddling with his belt. “Mmm such a greedy little slut for me” he hummed pulling his belt off and rolling down his pants along with his boxers.
Sighing in relief his cock bounced up to greet your wetness and you started grinding on him on him again like a dog in heat. “Fuck” Saul cursed as he grabbed on your hips kissing you. As you lifted again to welcome his thick cock you gasped feeling the tip lubricated with so much precum it dripped alongside his cock with desire. Pushing down the two of you gasped in pure pleasure Saul was already so deep inside you.
It took a minute to adjust as he kissed you madly savouring the taste of your tongue. Moving up and down gently “oh baby you feel soo g-good" the older man winced as you clenched around him like a vice.
The noise in his hot office contained desperate moans and the squeaks of both you and his desk chair. Never before you thought of fucking your own employer, but it felt so God damn good.
Saul decided to take the reigns as he sucked on your breasts again thrusting his hips hard into you. You ripped open his shirt and placed both hands on his chest as he fucked you roughly.
“Y-you don’t know how long I wanted this sweetheart ah” he groaned as he felt himself nearing to that orgasmic end.
One hand moved from your hip to your bundle of nerves playing with them causing you to desperately chase that long awaited orgasm
Almost crying out his name “Oh my good girl” he repeated over and over as he shot his load deep inside you. Tightening around him you came screaming his name like he said you would. He stayed buried in you as you both caught your breath.
“Now we can finish this important case” he chuckled
Note: I'm back for now my burnout was killing me :D
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saul goodman x gn reader
cleaning up
saul goodman shows up at your door after being beat up by jesse pinkman (5x11)
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you awoke to a pounding at your door and a buzz on your phone simultaneously.
first, you check your phone, well, because it’s closer and you see 15 missed calls from saul and a singular text: “i’m outside.”
you checked the time. 2:15 am. if this was a prank it wasn’t a very funny one.
you reluctantly get out of bed and throw on a robe that was tossed on your laundry chair in the corner of your room.
“saul this better be good because-“ you say as you open the door but you stop.
“saul oh my god what happened?” you asked as you usher him inside.
“a client was upset with something they thought i did.” he sounded nasally plus had blood dripping from his nose and forehead.
your first thought was ‘why not a hospital?’ your second thought was ‘it was probably illegal.’
“here, sit down and i’ll get you cleaned up.” you said leaving him on the couch as you went to the bathroom to get your first aid kit and a wet towel to wipe the blood.
“this is the first time i’m using this thing.” you comment as you pull up a chair and open the kit.
“i’m glad it’s on me.” he smiled.
you start by using the wet towel to clean up the excess blood and the cut on his nose and forehead. he winced as the hot towel hurt his nose.
you frowned. “now saul, this is gonna hurt.”
“couldn’t be worse than this pain.” he said as you patted his nose. “no it’s pretty similar.” his eyes scrunched up in pain.
“i’m sorry, i know.” you hushed.
“are you almost done?” he tapped his foot impatiently and bit his finger to help the pain.
you steadied his leg with yours and he relaxed, only a bit.
“just one more round of this stuff, i don’t want it to get infected.” you spoke softly as you poured some saline solution to clean the wound bed. “this shouldn’t hurt as much.”
he relaxed as he realized the pain really wasn’t as bad.
“okay, now a clean cloth to dry it so the bandaid will stick.” you smile and find the appropriate supplies from the kit.
“little bandaid on the forehead and a little bit bigger bandaid on the nose.” you applied each one. “all done.”
he smiled lightly, not too much. didn’t want to hurt himself.
“thank you.” he spoke softly, like he wasn’t trying to disturb you.
“of course. i wish you wouldn’t get yourself into these situations, but when you do, i’ll always be here to clean them up.” you smiled and kissed his cheek.
“i love you.” he held your hand.
with your other hand, you pinched your nose to imitate his sound. “i love you too.”
“you’re mean for that.” he let go of your hand and shook his head.
“I know.” you smiled and kissed his forehead, where it wasn’t injured, of course.
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