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desertwritings · 1 year

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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!

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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.”

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quiltedgold · 2 years

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reader being saul's temporary secretary or assistant? and he's obviously got the hots for reader, but they tend to zay he's got to try better than that. that changes when he's drunk in his office after a long day, both of them Ray to get home, and when he tells reader to start closing up shop and they tell him yes sir, he calls them a good girl (which he doesn't realize goes straight to their crotch c: )

i went a little taxi gone wild with the drunk thing, hope you don't mind! i am such a sucker for intoxicated hookup fics, literally whenever i'm drunk i'm thinking "man if only saul goodman were here i would hop on him so quick😔" this one also features a cheeky reader who very much knows what they're doing to excite Saul but gets a kick out of denying him lol. thank you very much for the request dear anon, i hope you enjoy <3

Closing Time - Saul Goodman x reader

wc - 1.3k

warnings - smut, sleazeball saul bc duh, they/them prns for reader, fembodied reader, alcohol, boss x secretary

When Francesca took two weeks’ leave on account of her fractured kneecap, Saul worried at the thought of having to find a replacement on such short notice. Then, like an angel sent from heaven, you arrived at the door that very same morning, inquiring about a secretarial position. He hired you on the spot, thanking his lucky stars for small miracles. It didn’t hurt that you were a nice piece of eye candy, absolutely stunning in business casual and sporting a sweet smile and “innocent” look.

However, Saul quickly realized you weren’t as naive as you looked. One afternoon he dropped a pen in your path, hoping you would bend over to pick it up and put your ass on display for him. Instead, you looked at the pen, then back to Saul with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to try better than that, Mr. Goodman,” you tittered before striding out of his office.

He picked up the pen himself, face burning. Rats. Of course you weren’t going to be that easy, he’d been blinded by his first impression of you–the sweet, unassuming young secretary, shocked that an older man would show interest in them. He would just have to go about his pursuit in a different way.

This didn’t stop him from eyeing you. Some days you showed up in short skirts or especially tight tops, teasing him with peeks of your cleavage or slivers of your smooth upper thigh when you crossed your legs as you took notes during client meetings.

Whenever he tried anything, no matter how innocuous–inviting you to join him for your lunch break or inviting you back to his place at the day’s end–you responded the same as before: You’ll have to try harder than that, Mr. Goodman.

And he could tell you were dragging him along, playing with his affections like a cat bats at a ball of yarn–you often bit at the cap of your pen while looking him right in the eye through hooded lids, or stretched your arms when you knew he was watching, buttons pulling taught against your chest. Sometimes you noticed him adjusting his pants after an especially flirtation-packed encounter, which you’d acknowledge with a little giggle and a toss of your hair.

It drove him crazy.

After one especially long day filled with interactions with some of his more unpredictable clients, Saul sought refuge in his office and knocked back a few glasses of scotch, relishing the loosening of his tense shoulders.

“Sweetheart, would you come in here?” he called, tugging at the knot of his tie.

You appeared in the doorway, hands on your hips. It was obvious he’d been drinking, and his lips always got looser under the influence. Not that you minded the nickname, but you could at least put on an air of righteous indignation. “Yes, Mr. Goodman?”

“You can start closing up shop–thanks, darlin’. Good work today.”

“Yes, sir,” you turned to leave, just catching his reply.

“Good girl.”

It was offhanded, you could tell he wasn’t really thinking about the words he’d just said as he took another noisy sip of his drink.

But you stopped in your tracks. The simple phrase sent a flood of warmth to your core. Had he really not said that to you before? Clearly not, based on your body’s reaction.

“What are you waiting for? You want a drink or something?” Saul asked jokingly, expecting silence or your usual rebuttal. This was just another one of his propositions.

Yet…

You turned back around and strode towards his desk. “Yes,” you said decidedly. “I would.”

His eyes widened, but he sat forward and grabbed a glass for you, tipping the decanter. “Lucky me, I get my secretary as a drinking partner. Say when.”

You waited until the glass was three-quarters full. “When.” Then you plucked the glass from the table and downed it, wincing a bit at the malty flavor. Hell, up until now you’d only known the cheap liquor of college parties and family holidays. But, the liquid quickly warmed your stomach, sending a wave of relaxation to the very tips of your extremities. You leaned over the table, waving the empty glass slowly in his direction.

Saul chuckled. “Woah there, champ, no one’s timing you. Here–” he gestured for your glass, which you gave and he filled back up.

Instead of accepting the offered cup, you strode over to his side of the desk.

“You know,” you began. “I really shouldn’t be drinking on the job. And especially not with my boss.”

Now closer, you could see his lined face begin to flush. The alcohol’s influence, of course, but also your body’s proximity. Not a coincidence that you’d worn the shortest shirt and tightest shirt that you could get away with today.

“Believe me, I’m not tattling,” Saul said, putting his hands up in a “you got me” gesture, but his eyes were fixed directly on your chest.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not accusing you of anything,” you hummed, tapping at the arm of his chair. “But still. Maybe it’d be better if I have a story in case someone asks me about it.”

Emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through your system, you lowered yourself onto his lap, one heeled foot keeping yourself grounded. You swore you could see the stars exploding in his eyes; you knew this was what he’d wanted since day one.

You put a saccharine voice on, thickening it with innocence. “Oh, but I swear, I didn’t want to drink it. He practically poured it down my throat,” you purred, placing a hand on his chest.

“So that’s your angle? Sleazy boss got you drunk to cop a feel?” Saul asked, eyes darkening, but now he brought the glass to your lips, which you parted immediately. “He sounds like a real piece of work.”

You smirk. “He is.”

Saul tipped the glass’ contents into your mouth, scotch splashing across your tongue and down your throat as you swallowed as much as you could, the excess bubbling over your lips and soaking the front of your shirt. His other hand held your jaw in place, fingers a little too rough against the soft of your cheek.

As he withdrew the glass, you made a big show of licking your lips to catch the leftover drops, then captured your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for him to make the next move.

Saul patted your cheek, the warm metal of his ring knocking against bone.

“Good girl,” he said lowly. His hand slid up the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His thick fingers knotted in your hair, tugging ever so gently.

“Thank you, sir,” you replied with a sharp intake of breath at the tug.

Upon hearing the title, he let out a groan and pulled you towards him, mouths meeting messily. The taste of malt liquor mingled on both of your lips as you panted into each other, high pitched keening from you and small whines from the back of his throat.

His other hand snaked down to grasp at your ass, collecting a generous handful and using it to hoist you closer to his body, his hips jerking up to roll against your thigh as the kiss deepened.

“You’ve been–killing me–all, hah, all week,” Saul moaned through the kiss. “Your fuckin’--your body, the looks you give me, the–the goddamn pen biting.”

You laughed, which turned into a whimper as he worked a hand under your bra. “I told you–you were gonna have to try harder.”

“Well, Jesus, shit–If I’d known all that meant was getting drunk and–callin’ ya a good girl, hell–” he groaned as you ran a hand down his stomach and palmed his erection– “I woulda done it way sooner.”

You kissed him again to get him to stop talking–he was cute, but more so when he knew when to shut up. All you really wanted to hear at the moment were his overwhelmed whines as you worked at his cock.

You had, what, one more week here? You’d already wasted the first with petty flirts and pretend prudence–you hoped Saul was okay with you rescheduling his meetings, because you were going to use the rest of your employment wisely.

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shawtygonemad · 1 year

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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*."

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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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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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and people say women don’t have hobbies 🙄

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timberoon · 3 months

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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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Saul Goodman / Jimmy Mcgill : Yandere • Reader Headcanons (Romanticly centered)

send me your credit card information and ill do Jesse Pinkman warnings : abusive relationships, implied unlawful corruption, jury manipulation, implied stalking and blackmail, toxic mindsets, gaslighting, isolation, abduction, hostage situations and use of the yandere trope

• At the time, calling Saul seemed like your only option. He seemed so promising; flaunting copies of the Constitution in television commercials, sitting in front of an overly patriotic background and promising you justice. When you found yourself standing in front of the prison phone, cops surrounding you, that number was burned into your heart. Before you knew it, you were speaking to the man himself; the man who you hoped held the key to the safe your life was trapped in.

• Whatever charge you're facing, it's his job to prove you innocent beyond a reasonable doubt. You weren't supposed to be a supply of anything non-platonic, you were supposed to get represented and leave his life. You had no bigger connections, no worth on the streets, you were nothing to worry about. You were supposed to be a one time client, another person for him to protect from judgement and set free for a hefty price. Something was different about you, however. Something so different, it made the idea of you leaving his life after the conclusion of the case absolutely unbearable. Maybe it was the way you laughed nervously as you held your cuffed hands up for him to marvel at. Maybe it was the way you smiled exactly when he did, those pretty eyes of yours gleaming against the interrogation room lights. No matter what it was, it was enough to keep him awake at night rereading law books he's already read, ignoring the advice of his peers and Kim in order to practice opening and closing arguments that he knows will land you where he wants you to be; home.

• He wanted to protect you not from just the law, but from the world. Your life story was clear to him, despite never having even been told it. Surely, to turn to a life of crime your upbringing must have been less than ideal. Your life will be picked at and stared at through a microscope, every small mistake your parents or even acquaintances make are immediately used as evidence to support Jimmy's theory; his poor baby, his poor poor innocent baby. Left on the streets, forced to fend for themselves. Whether this is true or not, only you know. The jury will have a spectacle of a case to deal with; a poor innocent citizen, manipulated into a life of crime by the harsh streets and unforgiving economy. Jimmy's deluded perception of you will be all the jury has to fall back on, even if they think his arguments are made up of complete fallacies. Any witnesses brought up by the prosecution are quickly forced into submission with anonymous threats and disturbingly convincing blackmail, and even prosecutors themselves are hesitant to go up against you and your beloved "good-boy" lawyer because of the risk factor surrounding your case.

• The jury, much to your shock, believed whatever story Jimmy had come up with to support the idea of you going free. You were in such disbelief, that you almost found yourself flinching from the sensation gained from Jimmy gripping your shoulder when the not guilty verdict was read aloud for the court. It was normal, was what you thought, even when he kept his hand for longer than he should, rubbing and almost massaging the part of you held in his grip. It's in famous cases and even TV, you learned quickly that a celebratory hug or a comforting one was common. You didn't think about the consequences when you wrapped your arms around him, swinging yourself back and fourth gently and thanking him with a face pressed up against his neck; just like you didn't think of the consequences in the interrogation room when you gave him your home address simply because he asked for it.

• Jimmy came around much more after that. You'd joke around with him, referring to him as your parole officer rather than your former defense lawyer. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he loved it. You were calling him yours, and that was enough to get his heart racing to a level that concerned even himself. At first, you offered him access to your home simply because you felt bad after being given such a large discount for his services. Then, you considered him one of your closest companions. He's the type of man you feel comfortable venting to, he's the perfect man in fact, and he made it a point to show you that type of man; the type of man you need desperately. Any person you tell him about that he doesn't like the sound of, whether it be because of perceived danger or just a closeness to you, is disposed of via various methods, and Jimmy is happily your shoulder to cry on whenever you need such. He's your whatever whenever, your utility knife if you will. However, sometimes accidents happen, and even a knife as unassuming as that will leave deep scars in its unsuspecting owner.

• He'll sway you with charisma and jokes, inching his way into the door to your life (and, in the literal sense, the door to your home), and staying there without concerns of overstaying his welcome. You're given dinner "dates" (which he promised were a "friend thing"; a celebratory event) and movie binges at your home. Never his place, much to your suspicion, but you never wanted to ask him why.

• Before he was a stranger, then he was your lawyer, and now you're glued to his side on your couch. Time went by quicker than you could have imagined, and "no" didn't seem to be a word you were capable of saying when it came to Jimmy. It wasn't like you were lying when you said you loved him. He's around you so much, always sweet talking you and supporting your own interests. Not only that, but he saved you from nights spent sleeping on a cold prison bed with a roommate who would probably kill you for a cinnamon bun. When all hope seemed trashed and gone, you called Saul and everything was gently taken from your shoulders. You owed him company and love you felt, because that's exactly what he gave to you.

• Within no time, no matter how level-headed you consider yourself to be, you're quickly swept away from all reasoning in favor of following the spoken words of Saul Goodman. If you disobey his wishes, you're a vile criminal who's too tainted by your own actions to be deserving of his love, let alone other's. If you do what he wants however, your past does nothing to define you, and he'll tell you that you're perfect just the way that you are; flaws considered.

• No matter how pure Jimmy thinks you are, manipulation and distortion of your own thinking is not off the table. Whenever he tells you this, he's telling you the truth; Jimmy would do absolutely anything for you, even if that means breaking you. Anything to have you automatically equals what is very best for you. Your critical thinking skills are constantly put into questioning, and Jimmy reasons that you're unable to fend or even think without his constant supervision and help.

• Abduction isn't completely off the table, especially if he feels his original defense of "brainwashed by a criminal society" in your trial proves itself to be surprisingly correct. Jimmy credits himself to be the only one capable of keeping you safe and happy, even if his personal lifestyle choices put you in more danger than you would have been in before. Jimmy will swindle his way into your heart, and when you try and run away from him upon discovering the risk, you're swindled away from human society. Not a single soul will question if Saul Goodman had anything to do with it, and you'll be tied up wherever Jimmy sees fit in no time. You'll be like a small dog in a purse, being drug around bound while whatever family and friends you have left beg for your safe return.

• Intensity during abduction will vary, but will certainly be more suffocating than if Jimmy sees you fit to live freely. A struggling darling will do nothing but anger him, catching him off guard when he sees himself as the only one who's been there for you, saving your reputation and freedom. A complicit darling will pump oxytocin throughout his brain at alarming rates, hitting him right in the heart as soon as you look at him with wide and loving, but still slightly terrified eyes.

• Moments of sobriety are rare, but they do happen. Some days, Jimmy will gently swing open the door to your holding place and crouch down to your level, petting your head as apologies fall from his lips. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't want things to end this way, either. I love you so much, I can't let you go, you know that." Leaving you with a gentle kiss on your forehead, your dinner is served to you with a solemn aftertaste, your tongue affected by the mood of the room moreso than by the taste of the food.

• The moment is gone just as soon as it arrives sadly, and Jimmy is soon back to pushing aside his morals in favor of justifying his cruel and inhumane treatment of the one person he loves more than he loves himself.

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Breaking Bad/Better call Saul masterlist

I post all my work on AO3 Feel free to check it out!

Just a heads up that this blog and the fanfics are NOT spoiler free. So keep that in mind when reading my work!

I always try to write a note for my fics, including ship, gender identity and a summary for the story. And of course, a (trigger) warning list!

I try to make most of my work with gender-neutral reader, but I also write fem readers a lot, but I'm open to writing male reader too, if requested :)

Just make sure to read rules before requesting Full masterlist & WIP found here

I will write...

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Mike Ehrmantraut

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Relationship SFW

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Fluff & angst

Dating apps (gender-neutral reader)

The things we do (gender-neutral reader)

Loving partner (gender-neutral reader)

Married life (gender-neutral reader)

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Sit down (gender-neutral reader)

Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

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Relax (gender-neutral reader)

Smut

Kim Wexler

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Good/Bad girl - Fem reader one shot

Jesse Pinkman

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I will mostly write gender-neutral or female reader, but can also write others!

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yandere-toons · 2 years

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Can I have some platonic and romantic hcs for Saul Goodman please please pretty pleassseee I'm famished

Saul Goodman | Jimmy McGill (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

WARNING: gross miscarriage of justice, psychological manipulation, toxic mindset.

A.N. - Not what I was expecting, but here we go!

PLATONIC:

Getting served is no cause for concern when Saul Goodman is here, or so he says. Hours after the summons arrives in the mail, Saul hears about the upcoming trial either through his job at the public defender's office or Kim at Hamlin, Hamlin & McGill.

Prepare for the phone to ring as Saul valiantly offers his legal services at a marked discount. Even if the workload and paperwork are too much for him to comfortably handle on his own, he refuses to share the case with any other law firm. Kim is inclined to help him before the two of them are estranged, and she voices her worries about Saul staying awake all night to rehearse his arguments and counter-arguments.

If jail time is involved, Saul tries his best to get the case thrown out on the slightest technicality. He badgers the prosecution outside of the courtroom so that, in court when tempers are still hot, he can argue a kangaroo court or get the prosecutor charged with contempt of court.

If he finds himself representing the opposing side, Saul has some hesitation in devoting himself to the case. His interest in another victory on his rap sheet ultimately convinces him to fight the case as he would any other. After the court proceedings, he makes a point of saying that it is not personal and hopes that it will not be held against him later in the relationship.

The threat of being disbarred prevents Saul from doing anything violent, but it does not stop his flamboyant tendencies in the courtroom. He delivers charismatic speeches in favour of the defendant as often as possible, tests the line between conman and lawyer, and does anything he can to sew seeds of doubt in the prosecution and their narrative.

Saul believes that proving himself to be a loyal companion is worth the risk, not to mention the fact that he expects lots of gratitude and favours for doing so.

Saul is less concerned with innocence versus guilt once he is accepted as the recurring attorney. He cares more about running scams to win the case or get it dismissed, such as digging up dirt on opposing witnesses to ruin the integrity of their testimony in the cross-examination.

ROMANTIC:

Another method of his is to go after the prosecution's evidence and find any reason why it should be considered inadmissible. A common strategy is for Saul to argue that the Fourth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution or any other amendment has been violated, as his entire defence is done with the intent of getting the charges dropped.

In the event of an arrest, Saul bullies the police officers who he finds entering the interrogation room before he does. He gives strict instructions to not speak unless he is in the room and has approved the exact words. After the initial interrogation, Saul fights to whittle down the charges or get the case dismissed entirely by schmoozing or bargaining with a district attorney.

From the back of Day Spa and Nail, Saul waits in his office for the call that says he landed the case. There are few limits to what he will do to win this case. The lengths to which he will go include starting a fake business to prove good character and changing the address on legal papers to make it look like the prosecution has accused the wrong person.

Having a clean record or at least no immediate charges means that Saul will ingratiate himself with friends and family. For example, a cousin with a drug problem or minor legal trouble is an easy target for Saul to represent and get into the good graces of the same social circle.

Saul wants to be seen as a good lawyer, but his understanding of what he wants from interpersonal relationships is more skewed. The first time he mentions the idea of a dinner date or an outing together is when he allows himself to be the real Jimmy, not the confident and meticulous lawyer.

Although Slippin' Jimmy is a persona that Jimmy wishes to leave behind, he still wants to be seen as fun and engaging. He accomplishes this by offering drinks and late-night TV marathons at whichever house or apartment he happens to be living.

However, Jimmy is prone to lying about his whereabouts the next day and arranging another meetup under false pretences. He claims that he was merely thinking about how much he enjoyed the previous meeting when, in reality, it is a poorly concealed plea to not be alone for the night again.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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Taking Care (Saul Goodman x Reader)

Word count: 2K

Summary: after jesse beats up saul you help fix him up

Tags: brba ep. 5x11, canon violence, canon behavior, blood mention, hurt/comfort kinda, hurt!saul, saul being a bit sleazy but it’s goofy it’s fine, fluff, flirting, humor/comedy, very light hearted despite the episode, kissing, happy end :)

A/N: finished breaking bad and couldn’t get this episode out of my brain. im a saul simp now and even tho he lowkey deserved it i didn’t like seeing him get beat up. my self indulgent fix it- idk how big the fandom for saul fics is so I’ll just have to see lol

Cross-posted to ao3 • brbabcs masterlist • writing masterlist

As you headed into Saul’s office from the waiting room, you heard a commotion. Saul was screaming at someone. The door had been kicked in. You’d seen some pretty crazy things happen here, but you were in no way expecting to find Jesse being the cause of the chaos.

“Jesse! Stop!” you shouted, gaining the young man’s attention. He was standing over Saul—who was on the ground, hands raised in defense—with a gun pointed on the man.

Jesse stared at you in surprise, obviously not anticipating your arrival. His jaw tightened and he looked guilty. You were one of the only people left whose opinion of him actually mattered to Jesse. The two of you were friends; you could only hope he’d listen to you.

“Oh Y/N, thank god,” Saul said in relief when he spotted you in the room. “Call the police!”

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not—Saul never wanted police at his office—but it must’ve been bad if he was even willing to mention calling help.

“No need,” Jesse decided. He dug into Saul’s pocket and grabbed something out. Sounded like keys. “We’re done here,” he told you calmly. Huell, Saul’s massive bodyguard, tried to block the door. “Back up!” Jesse yelled, pointing the gun at him. You weren’t in the line of fire and you really hoped Jesse wouldn’t shoot you, but you stumbled back further away from him. Huell moved too and let Jesse out the door.

Huell ran over to Saul and tried to help him up. “Get off me! What do I pay you for?” Saul yelled at Huell and grabbed his phone. He frantically called someone and said, “hey, it’s me. We got a big problem.”

Huell ran off out the door and you turned to go after Jesse too. As much as he was deranged in the moment, you tried to convince yourself maybe you could help, but Saul interrupted your contemplation after making his call that you didn’t pay attention too.

“Leave him,” Saul coughed out. “He has a gun and is clearly not afraid to wave it around.” You looked back at him and became aware of the damage Jesse had done.

“Oh, you idiot,” you muttered, approaching Saul where he had slumped back to the ground. It was only the two of you in the office now. “What did you do?”

He let out a dramatic scoff. “Me?” Saul asked, offended, as you crouched down next to him. “I get assaulted and I’m somehow at fault?”

You took his bloody face in your hands and inspected the injuries. “Jesse wouldn’t beat you up for no reason.”

A guilty look crossed his face as your hands fell. “I’ll tell you about it later,” he grumbled reluctantly, sitting up straight. You weren’t sure if he ever would. “Can you help me out first, maybe?” Saul gestured to his face.

“Yeah,” you replied curtly, standing. You kept a first aid kit in your car. You were in a similar line of business to Mike and through him you met Saul (and Jesse, Walter, and Gus). Although, the only ones you became friends with were Jesse and Saul.

Your friendship with Saul was a little more… well, more complex. You had a good rapport with him and often bantered back and forth, flirting and what not.

You stopped by his office more than you probably should’ve and he was always pleased to see you appear. That’s how you thought today would go when you came by to visit. You had a couple minutes to spare so you figured you’d swing by for a few. He joked more than once that you could take up all his time in a day and he wouldn’t charge you a dime.

You went out and grabbed the kit from under your seat as quickly as you could. It was something you kept on hand given your past experiences in your occupation. And right now, it was about to come in handy.

Saul was standing when you walked in, looking around the room at the mess. His expression was defeated, which was only amplified by the cuts, bruises, and most of all the bloody nose.

“God, he did a number on you,” you commented, unable to hold back. You actually felt bad for him even though you weren’t sure whose fault it was—it looked like it hurt.

“I’m aware,” he replied, disgruntled, and dropped down into his chair.

You rounded the desk to his side with the kit and set it on the surface of it. You began to unpack the kit and set aside the things you needed. Saul watched you—your back was to him but you could feel his eyes on you.

The first thing you did was check his nose to make sure it wasn’t broken. Good news, it wasn’t. Just really, really bloody. And there was a cut on the bridge. You grabbed a packet of wipes and started to get to work.

You focused on wiping the blood away, but you noticed Saul’s eyes scanning your face. He was watching you almost transfixed. He had been quiet for a few seconds, which was longer than usual for him.

“If I knew I could get you this close I would’ve gotten my ass kicked sooner,” he finally spoke up in that sleazy manor you were so used to.

You scoffed out a laugh. “At least you’re not trying to say you won that.”

Blood was still dripping from his nose, layering onto what was already present, so you took care of that first. You cleaned it from his face which he groaned and whined about, but you wouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Don’t be such a baby,” you muttered.

You finished up with that and his nose finally stopped leaking fresh blood. It was a start, right? You threw bloody wipes away in a little desk side trash can and moved on.

You leaned in a little, glancing over the injuries. You dabbed at the cut on the bridge of his nose with one of those tiny square alcohol wipes.

Saul winced but recovered quickly.

“Are you gonna kiss it and make it better?” he teased while you rolled your eyes and reached for a band aid. “If so I think I might have a scratch on my lip.” You raised your brows with a look that said a sarcastic ‘really?’ “What? I—I thought it was a legitimate healing method.” The lie rolled so easily off his tongue you might’ve believed he believed it. Part of being a lawyer you assumed.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I did,” you said offhandedly (baiting him), unwrapping the bandaid and placing it on the bridge of his nose.

“What?” Saul sounded incredibly offended. “I so would,” he argued.

Before he could get another word in, you grasped his face in each of your hands and leaned down to capture his lips. Saul, as expected, was stunned. You pulled back with a light laugh while he stared at you dumbfounded.

“See?” you said with sass and a smile. “Now can I finish?”

Saul nodded, speechless for the first time in… well, as long as you’d known him.

Now that his nose was taken care of, which is where the brunt of the damage was, you could focus on the more minor things. Like the eye that was probably going to be a tad swollen and the cut on his forehead.

“You’re taking such good care of me,” he mused. “I’m starting to think you like me.”

“Maybe I do,” you replied smoothly, not missing a beat as you worked.

“I want a do-over,” Saul announced, referring to the kiss where you’d very effectively proved your point.

You ignored him, except for biting back a small smile to yourself. “I can’t do anything about the eye and the cut on your forehead is so small it probably doesn’t need a bandaid. Unless you want one.”

“It’s fine,” Saul dismissed.

“Alright then,” you stepped back to look over him one more time. “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks,” he told you, but was already distracted by prodding at the bandaid.

“I only had a few minutes so I gotta head out now,” you told him as you packed up the first aid kit.

You closed it and grabbed it, then headed for the doorway. Saul realized you were leaving and furrowed his brows, trying to find something to say. You only made it about halfway before—

“Wait! A date!” Saul scrambled to stand, but recovered and tried to act casual. “A date. We should go on one,” he suggested. “Like, for real.”

There it was. Something you’d been waiting for for a while. You knew he had a thing for you beyond just provocative comments and flirting, it was obvious, but he never actually asked you out. So you didn’t plan on taking him up on any of his offers until he was serious. It took a while, but that moment finally came.

If you were mean, you would’ve said the punch knocked some sense into him.

“Sure,” you replied after a beat.

“Really?” He sounded surprised. “I mean, really?” he repeated, much more collected. “That’s great. Okay. So uh, how about dinner this Friday?”

“You sure you don’t have… other stuff going on?” you asked vaguely, but he knew exactly what you were referring to.

Saul flashed you that charming grin of his. “For you? I have all the time in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that. Sure he could be coquettish but you genuinely did enjoy his presence. Besides, it suited him. You couldn’t imagine Saul being a perfect, boring gentleman. The flirting was like a game with him and you liked to play just as much as he did.

“Do me a favor, though—”

“Anything,” he responded a little too quickly.

“—try and keep that handsome face intact, alright? No more bloody noses,” you requested with a sarcastic tone (though you did mean it). “If you and I go out I don’t want people thinking I beat you.”

Saul chuckled at your joke. “I’d let you,” he said lasciviously. Despite the wicked glint you were pretty sure he was joking. Although with Saul you could never be too sure.

You scoffed, but with a sense of humor. “I don’t think that’s the compliment you think it is.”

“Whatever,” he said with a shrug. Saul strolled towards you, going overboard with how leisurely he tried to be. You laughed to yourself when he stopped in front of you. The sound made him crack a smile of his own.

“Can I get my do-over?” Saul implored.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “No,” you said unseriously. You laughed at your own joke and Saul sensed your tone.

“You sure?” Saul placed a hand on your waist and decreased the distance. His other hand rose to your cheek. You looked into those soft blue eyes of his.

“Maybe not,” you sighed out as he was already closing the gap between your lips.

Saul initiated and you gladly reciprocated. This kiss, unlike before, was expected. And not to prove a point. You weren’t sure what you thought kissing him would be like, but it was nice. Good. He had you practically swooning by the time the two of you separated.

“I gotta go, but um,” you said softly, eyes lingering on his lips. “I’ll see you Friday?” You flicked your eyes up to meet his.

“How about seven? I’ll pick you up,” Saul offered with a lopsided smile.

You clicked your tongue. “But your car is so tacky,” you teased.

“Hey! My car is awesome,” he defended. “You’ll look great in the passenger side.” Saul patted your hip (nearly your ass) and shot you a wink.

“You better make this date worth my while.” You poked him in the chest, all teasing and accusing like, and stepped back. You turned on your heal and headed out of the office.

"I wouldn't dream of anything less!" Saul called after you. You could hear the smile on his face and for the rest of the day, nothing could get rid of the one on yours.

#quin-ns writing #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman x you #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill x you #breaking bad #better call saul #breaking bad fanfiction #breaking bad fic #bob odenkirk #breaking bad 5x11

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lovesugars · 2 years

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❝just a minute❞

summary—Please, may I request a Saul Goodman x fem! Reader that’s cuddly/fluffy?

parings— saul goodman x fem!reader

warnings— none 💘

You woke up to the feeling of Saul sliding out of bed. He was never particularly graceful getting out of bed. He almost always woke you up.

Usually, you would ignore it for a few extra minutes of sleep, but today you were feeling particularly needy.

You carefully climbed out of bed, wrapping your arms around him. He was so warm.

“Do you really have to go?” you whine, “Can’t you stay here with me? Your wife?”

Your husband sighs, pretending to be annoyed. Even though you both knew he could never feel that way about you.

“ (Y/n), I have to go to work if you want me to continue support that shoe addiction of yours.”

“I love you more than I love shoes,” you mumble into his shoulder, “It’s close, but you’re definitely first.”

“I’m honoured sweetheart, really, I am.”

Saul smirks, picking you up and rolling you back onto “your side” of the bed. You giggle as his hands circle your waist, over your flimsy nightgown.

“You should be. I love my Jimmy Choo’s.”

He loved waking up with you. You looked so pretty like this.

“Give me a kiss?” you asked, batting your lashes.

“Of course,” he croons, leaning in to kiss you. “I’ll give you anything you want baby, you know that.”

You used this as your opportunity. You knew he wasn’t that committed to maintaining a schedule for work anymore, but it was fun to pretend.

“So stay with me. Just for a minute.”

He smiled, laying beside you on the bed, pulling you into his side.

“Anything you want, baby.”

#angelina’s love letters.#better call saul #bob odenkirk #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader

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asgardianangel · 2 years

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Just my lawyer one-shot

Saul Goodman/Jimmy Mcgill x Mother! Reader

Summary: After defending herself violent domestic dispute and an attempted murder charge pinned against her. The reader seeks help from the one and only Saul Goodman.

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral (fem receiving) body worship, violence, stabbing, domestic abuse, an ex named Todd, abused mother reader, protective! Saul/Jimmy, age gap, bad language, kinda obsessive! Saul/Jimmy, low key manipulation, my lack of knowledge of the justice system :/

Saul Goodman fic- Just my lawyer

Distorted

Everything around you became a huge blur looking down at your hand noticing the bloody knife. It was like the world had stopped briefly as you stared at your ex-Todd withering in pain on the floor of your kitchen.

“You fucking bitch!” He screeched applying pressure on the wound. The trembling of your hands caused the knife to fall next to you with a loud clink.

As you tried to figure out what was going on the cries of your son Leo alarmed you. Motherly instincts kicked in you rushed into the hallway seeing him sitting on the floor flapping his little hands you picked him up holding against your chest.

Reflections of red and blue hit the glass of the front door you shushed Leo before looking at Todd lying unconscious or you hoped he was in kitchen.

“I didn’t mean to do it” You repeated to yourself in a whimper

Police surrounded you at the station as shudders of the most uncomfortable feeling hit your body. Eyes were everywhere. You missed Leo child services quickly got hold of him after the incident.

Guiltiness itched at you for stabbing him even though in the back of your mind he deserved it. The years of abuse both physically and mentally he dragged you through made your action seem justiciable at least you thought so. You weren’t going to let Todd take your baby away. You didn’t want him to grow up with a woman beater. A jealous raging man. But to the officers staring into your soul Todd wasn’t the monster. He was one of them after all. An honoured man on the force. You show them countless bruises that marked your body but they never believed. Todd made you out as a delusional wife

A man that can get away with anything.

You kept your silence as they tried dig into you deep it was no use answering their questions and sharing the trauma of the man seen as a ‘hero’ to them. After some time, they allowed to have one phone call.

You thought hard on who to call you didn’t necessarily have any family not in Alburquerque that is. Todd broke many friendships you have made in the past leaving you lonely.

Then you thought back to late night television. That you consumed while trying get a restless Leo asleep remembering that overplayed advert. His voice echoed in your head

Better call Saul!

Hours passed in the station you reminded quiet as they tried their best to interrogate you. Your mind kept drifting off to your precious baby boy who probably wondering where his mother was.

“When can I see my son?” You piped up ignoring their stupid questions.

The two detectives just laughed “You think you deserve to see him y/n?

“Yes, I’m his mother and I deserve to see him” Your voice raised a bit expressing your annoyance and stress. They laughed to each other once more thinking a mother's distress over her baby funny.

Stupid fucks you thought

Running your hand through your hair you were about to scream at them. But were cut off by the door opening.

“You better not be questioning my client without the presence of her lawyer detectives” Hearing a familiar voice.

Saul Goodman entered the room suitcase in hand and a yellow travel mug in the other. He clicked off his ear piece and eyed the detectives “Now you better leave this poor woman and let me talk to her” They laughed at him too but Saul pointed his finger to the door

“Go on skedaddle". He was definitely what you expected.

The atmosphere toned down when they left the room making you sigh in relief looking at Saul as he sat down. He grabbed a file from his suitcase clicking his pen.

“Now where do we begin?”

You told Mr Goodman or Saul he asked to be called everything. Details sliced open the scars old and new of the trauma that was buried within you. From the constant degradation from Todd to the injuries he inflicted on you.

It brought you to tears.

Days passed by the trial of the attempted murder charge that was placed against you drew closer. Saul visited you every day cracking jokes just to make you smile and forget for a bit. Like ‘Orange is definitely not your colour sweetheart’ After that you were thinking about your baby it kept you up at night in the grey cell walls.

It was the day of the trial and you were shaking like a leaf you never been to court before as Saul held your hand for comfort you now considered him a friend. Looking presentable receiving some nice compliments from him and feeling the faint blush upon your cheeks. You were ready to fight for Leo.

Saul straightens his orange tie before taking a seat in front of the jury. He notices the distraught look on your face and faces your eyeline to see your ex-Todd stumble in with a cane hissing at his at his injury. Saul turns back to you “I thought he wasn’t going to attend” you whisper “Look at me” he cups your face making you stare into his blue eyes “You're going to be fine sweetheart trust me he’s only here to scare you so take no notice and let me do the talking” He smiles.

For the rest of trial, you listened to Saul give his heart out to you he told the court everything showing photography evidences of the bruises and scars of self-defence imprinted on your delicate body. He represented your entire being as he gradually took down Todd’s Defence team and humoured the court with their stupidity, he reminded you of a cartoon character in some instances and he expressed your story with all sorts of movements.

After countless hours the jury came back with the verdict your eyes gleamed with hope as she took off her reading glasses and look at you before looking at Todd himself. She read out your full name and charges.

“Not guilty” The mallet banged as you gasped in relief you couldn’t believe it. You never thought they believe you over a ‘honoured hero’

You hugged Saul who was quick to wrap his arms around you stroking your hair “Thank you” you whispered taking in his weird smelling cologne.

“No need I would do anything for you y/n” He smiled tucking a loose strand behind your hair.

“You fucking bitch are you fucking him?!” Todd aggressively accused pointing at Saul who was quick to push you behind himself. Saul got close to his face “you better leave her and her baby the fuck alone Mr Price trust me I know some things about you that have been buried deep” Saul threatened poking him in the chest before security got between them.

Everyone saw Todd’s true colours in the court

Saul took a hold of your hand and you both walked out of court.

“Wow. No one has ever stood up for me like that before thank you” Saul smiled sweetly.

“You never deserved to be treated like that”

Sitting in Saul’s office as his friendly assistant Francisca poured you a coffee you sighed thankfully that awful situation was over now with Saul helping you set up a restraining order and full custody grant of Leo. As well as bringing countless domestic abuse charges against Todd

You were finally free

As you chit chatted with Francisca there was a familiar cooing you look behind to see Saul with your precious Leo giggling at the funny faces he was pulling. “Oh, my baby!” You exclaimed

Leo’s eyes brightened up showing his gummy little smile as he looked at you. Saul passed him over to you and you pressed a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. Tears fall down. “Mama’s here I'm never letting you go” You promised. Saul looked at the two of you in an unexplained trance “Are you okay?” You asked

“Oh, yeah” Saul said holding Leo’s hand gently. “He looks just like you” You wiped away your tears before smiling and agreeing “Yeah, he does”

You started getting used to your new life with Leo in the last month or so but still on edge. Todd himself or his disgruntled friends might come after you. Saul reassured you daily that nothing bad was going happen

‘Stop looking over your shoulder and enjoy life nobody is going to hurt you’ he would say. Allowing his kind right-hand man Huell accompany you on shopping trips and such to keep you calm

You noticed something strange about his behaviour towards you he would bring gifts flowers, baby toys anything you could think of and spent time with Leo in the new apartment he helped you rent. You understood that he wanted to take care of the both of you.

One night you decided to do some self-care while Leo was asleep in his crib Saul helped you assemble. The baby monitor was in the bathroom as you relaxed in the bath surrounded by bubbles and candles reading a romance novel that was suggested by a certain someone.

Your relaxation period was cut short by Leo’s cries he must be hungry you thought stepping out the tub and wrapping a towel around yourself only to hear familiar shushing emitting from the monitor.

“It’s okay buddy” The voice was Sauls it made you confuse. You tip toed down the hallway to Leo’s nursery. Looking through the crack of the door you saw him cradling Leo in his arms. Wrapping his blanket around his little body. You opened the door fully and stepped “Oh hey look here’s mama now” Saul turned around looking at you with a smile.

"How did you get in?” You were quick to question.

“Oh, I had my own key cut the day you moved here” He grabbed it from the pocket of his work pants showing it you before shushing Leo again.

You felt slightly creeped out he never told you he could easily enter your home. Saul was a friend and the man that saved you from spending a long prison sentence and leaving your Leo motherless. But you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable

“There we go he’s asleep” He whispered with a smile gently placing him back in the crib.

You both walked out the nursery and into the kitchen you shift nervously as Saul stood there with his hands in his pockets “I thought we could watch a movie together there’s a classic on tonight” he said with a sense of excitement

“Oh, almost forgot I also brought some wine you would enjoy tastes amazing” Showing you the label. He notices the confused expression on your face.

“What’s the matter y/n?” He asks placing a hand on your towel covered shoulder.

“You could have just called instead of walking in and scaring me Sa-”

“Who did you think I was sweetheart? Him?” He asked softly.

You hold the towel tight and nodded.

Saul pulled you to his chest in an instance stroking your hair. “You will never see him again trust me” You sniffed relaxing in his embrace

“Thanks for everything Saul”

“Jimmy” You were confused gazing up at him

“My real name is Jimmy” he said with a sigh.

Staring into each other's eyes you felt the towel slip a bit from your body “Oh I should probably get dre-”

Jimmy’s draws his face close and presses a sweet unexpected kiss to your lips. Lost in the feeling you pulled back with wide eyes “I didn’t expect that”

A smile curves as he strokes your cheek “I’ve been wanting to do that as soon as I saw you in that dull interrogation room with those asshole detectives” He confesses.

“You looked so timid and lost. I knew from then on, I needed to protect you and Leo” Jimmy continued

There was a moment of silence between you since you were unsure what to say. Saul well Jimmy is like a friend to you someone that could crack a joke anytime you were down and guide you through anything for not just your freedom your baby's as well.

Do you see him as anything more? A lover? A partner?

He is much older than you almost old enough to be your father but handsome for his age and intelligent. But you felt that there was no room for romance just yet especially healing from the wounds Todd cause and you liked Jimmy as a friend.

Jimmy’s eyes gleamed with hope that you could reciprocate those feelings for him too “I’m sorry Jimmy I can’t. You are my friend and I want it to stay that way” You explained stepping back out of his embrace.

“I’m just a lawyer to you” Jimmy said in a slight disgruntled manner looking away from you

You apologised again stepping out the kitchen to get dressed pulling on a simple oversized t shirt and joggers you found Jimmy who had already poured himself of the wine he brought on couch.

“You have no idea of anything I have done for you y/n” he says sipping from his glass you sat next to him

“I appreciate it all I just can't bring myself to commit to another relationship with everything he did to me. You must understand” You explain holding his hand.

Jimmy placed down his glass and looked at you pleading to him before rolling your sleeve of your t shirt where Todd’s fingerprints pressed into your skin causing bruising “What are you doing?” You asked quiet Jimmy responded with a shush before kissing the marking a gasp left your mouth.

He then got on his knees in front of you and rolled up the hem of your shirt he looked discomforted observing all sorts of abuse that carved into your soft skin “Jimmy” You were about to stop whatever he was going do. But he shushed you once more and proceeded to kiss each bruise scar imprint of years of cruelty “No man should never do this to woman especially one so caring and beautiful as you” he pressed his lips to the bruise on your collarbone and gazing at you “I would never do this to you sweetheart. Your delicate body will only receive affection and pleasure”

His words were captivating as he kissed your lips again running both hands gently down the hem of your joggers, “Can I sweetheart?” The sweet taste of the wine from his kiss made you confident.

You gave him permission.

Jimmy peeled down your joggers with gentle kissing of your bare thighs and legs. Leaving you in your laced panties and soon after he peeled them off too leaving your lower half completely bare.

“Please” You begged you widened your thighs Jimmy gazed up at you lust clouded his blue eyes he held them in place. You gasp as his tongue came in contact with your most intimate area. Jimmy let out a groan and continue to eat you out swiping his experienced tongue from your trembling hole up to sensitive clit that peaked out. The living room was filled with your desperate moans on top of the older man’s slurping. As he pushed his entire tongue inside you. As well as sliding his long finger in a rhythm with his tongue. At one point you bit your knuckle to lower down the noise not to wake Leo. Being new to the act you became addicted straight away. You grasped his brown hair a groan emitted deep from his throat.

“Cum for me baby” He urged moving his finger in and out faster hitting a sweet spot on your walls. Gazing at your needy expressions with absolute hunger

“Jimmy I'm gonna-” Before you could finish your sentence it was like you saw fireworks. The knot in your tummy snapped as your legs trembled in relief.

Sighing out his name you looked down at him as he was licking his lips clean. All you could do was rest your head against the back of the couch. Jimmy sat next to you again wiping the sweat from his forehead and unbuttoning his top button “No one’s ever done that to me before” You let out a giggle.

“I’m happy I was your first” Jimmy said with a kiss

A cry from down the hallway alerted you Leo was awake “He must be hungry” You mused getting up and walking out. “Come right back” Jimmy smiled.

Jimmy’s phone rang he took a sip of wine and answered.

“It is done” A voice told him

Fin

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quiltedgold · 2 years

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Saul and the cute new paralegal he's hired who wears pretty sheer, black pantyhose and skirts that are almost too short... Whenever they bend over (they seem to dropping all kinds of stuff, all the time!), there's a little voice in his brain getting louder, telling him to bend them over his desk and rip that pair of pantyhose at the crotch to have a quickie! If they complain about him ruining a favorite pair afterwards, he immediately promises to buy them more, any kind they want, as long as they're okay with replacing them more often ;)

ohhhhhh boy anon you have no idea what this awakened in me

here ya go! this is a good time to mention that i’ll use whatever pronouns for reader that are in the ask, and if there aren’t any, i’ll make my best guess or pick for myself!

i churned this one out pretty quick in a bout of inspiration. hope ya enjoy!

an impulsive man

contains: gn!reader, smut, dubcon if you squint but reader gives consent

Saul considered himself to be an impulsive man. Better to admit to the fact and prepare for its consequences than lie to himself, he reasoned. Some may consider impulsivity a fault, but whenever his body sprang him into action, his mind seemed to get itself up to speed immediately after and everything would turn out in the end.

But after watching his cute new paralegal bend over after dropping something for the umpteenth time this week, too-short skirt barely protecting their modesty, he found himself reconsidering his spontaneity.

If he was truly impulsive, he would have bent them over his desk their first day on the job, when they wore a skirt way too short for a business environment over sheer black pantyhose and Saul could practically see their panties when they leaned over to refill the printer tray.

Hell, he would have done it beforehand, at their first interview, when they’d worn a shirt with a few too many undone buttons and batted their eyelashes at him and said I’m a real eager learner, Mr. Goodman, but instead he just silenced the little voice telling him to tear the rest of their buttons off, and hired them on the spot.

Whose idea was it to hire a cute paralegal, anyway?

Oh, yeah.

His.

Saul curses his lust-driven hiring practices as the paralegal bends over his desk, talking about some clarification in the papers in front of him, but all he’s paying attention to is their chest dangerously close to his face and he’s shamelessly peering down their shirt and there’s no way they haven’t noticed by now, I mean why else would they keep coming to work in such slutty outfits, they’re practically begging for me to tear the crotch of their tights out and–

“Mr. Goodman?” a voice breaks though his spiral.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, what is it, sweetheart?” Saul fumbled, flicking his eyes from their chest to their eyes.

Their eyebrows raised. “Did you hear me? I asked whether you’d already finished up on this case.”

“Oh. No, yeah. Yeah,” Saul fiddled with his pinky ring.

“Yes or no, sir? I’d like to file this soon.”

Sir. The honorific went straight to his dick, like it always did, and it twitched in his pants.

“Yes. Yes, I have. Thanks for checking.” he swallowed. The moment they left, he may have to take care of his little problem. Unless…?

“Of course, sir. Oh–” a pen clattered to the floor, and they huffed in annoyance. “S’cuse me…”

And there they went again, bending down, this time literally right in front of his fucking face. He was close enough to, if he wanted to, reach out and push their skirt up. It wouldn’t even take much, they made those pantyhose so flimsy these days, just a yank and it’d rip right down the crotch and he could have his way with them.

The pen had fallen under the desk, and they had to stretch to get it, and they were making little breaths as they reached that sounded almost like moans, and

Jesus Christ they’re practically asking for it.

Fuck it.

The moment they stood back up, Saul leapt from his chair and pressed his hips against theirs, trapping them against the hardtop of the table.

They let out a little surprised squeak, then giggled. “About time, Mr. Goodman.”

“You little tease,” he growled. “God, I’ve been wanting to do this all week.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he dug his fingers into the sheer netting of their pantyhose and ripped, tearing a hole right down the flimsy seam and exposing their hole to the cool office air.

Scrambling to unzip his pants and free his cock, he leaned down to whisper in their ear. “You’re lucky I’ve got control over my impulses, or else this would have been your employee onboarding.”

With a single thrust, he buried himself inside their heat, which amidst the haze of lust he found to be surprisingly wet and elastic.

“Did you prep for this, you little minx?” he groaned, mind dizzy with the sensation of finally being inside his cute paralegal.

“Maybe,” they purred, pushing back against his pelvis. “Was hoping one of these days you’d crack.”

“Shoulda said something sooner, doll,” he said, palming at their ass as he thrust erratically into them, driven by pent-up desire. “Hope you’re okay with a quickie.”

They replied with a pornographic moan, sending a shiver up Saul’s spine. He curled himself over their form and thrust harder, aware that their hip bones were likely banging into the wood of the desk. A fit penalty for having riled him up so much in the first place.

The sloppy sound of skin slapping on skin echoed through the rotund office space, and Saul thanked God that he’d had the idea to soundproof this room.

Afterwards, the paralegal perched on Saul’s lap, curled up against his chest as they both came down from the racing high.

Francesca kept trying to buzz in to yap at him, but he muted her line and instead focused on gently kneading into his paralegal’s ass, now bare under the skirt.

They lifted their head from his chest and pouted at him. “Hey. You ripped my favorite pantyhose.”

Saul laughed. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll buy you a truckload of those cheap scraps as long as you’ll let me rip ‘em all off you.”

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shawtygonemad · 1 year

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Revenge in Red

Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x Reader

Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy!

Nothing seemed like a better Friday night then cuddling up with your man and watching some horror movies. All you needed was for said boyfriend to get home already. You've been draped over the couch, bored, for over an hour. Giving a frustrated huff, you were about to reach for your phone to call him when keys jingled at the front door. A smile crept on your face.

"Hi baby," you happily greeted.

"Hey," he responded with heavy breath as he struggled carrying multiple grocery bags in his arms and hands.

"Let me help with those," you insisted as you quickly hopped off the couch to assist. Together, you set the multiple bags on the counter.

"Thank you," Jimmy softly smiled as he gave you a quick kiss. "The paper bags are what need to be brought over to Chuck. Would you be able to do that for me tonight?"

"You know how much I dislike your brother," you frowned.

"I know, but it would be for me. Please?" He practically pouted as he caressed your cheeks in an attempt to persuade you.

"Fine," you huffed. "But what about you?"

"Actually, I meant to talk to you about this, but I've been invited to a costume party tonight," a nervous chuckle escaped him.

You very slightly narrowed your eyes. He only ever chuckled like that when he knew he was about to tell you something you wouldn't like.

"That's great! I don't have a costume though," you trailed off.

"Well, only I was invited... as a plus one. It's for HHM," he cautiously broke the news.

"HHM? What, is Chuck bringing you?" A scoffed rose in your throat. "Are they going to turn off the power for him? Let me guess, his costume is going to be TinFoil Man."

"No Chuck isn't going nor did he invite me," Jimmy rolled his eyes. "It was Ki-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, James!" You growled. "You know exactly how I feel about Kim Wexler."

"We're just friends!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Friends who used to fuck!" You matched.

"It's not like that anymore," he tried to explain.

"Then why am I not allowed to go?" You placed a hand on your hip and questioned him as he hastily put the groceries away.

"I don't know! They have one guest per employee rule or something," he shrugged.

"Stop feeding me bullshit!"

"What do you want me to say, huh?" He whipped around at you and snapped.

"I want you to realize that Kim is clearly not over you! Jesus, can't you see that? I mean, c'mon. What are your costumes?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I'm... gonna be Joe DiMaggio." He must have seen how deadpan your face was. "What? He was a great idol in the hall of fame!"

"You don't even like sports," you glared. "If you tell me she's gonna be Marilyn Monroe then I'm gonna shove that baseball bat so far up-"

"It's not romantic at all!" Jimmy tried to ease your worries.

It didn't. You just rolled your eyes and brushed past him. Quickly, you gathered the bags for Chuck and made your way towards the door.

"Whatever, Jimmy. You go enjoy your fucking party while I go take supplies to your sick brother," you angrily called as you threw open the front door and walked out.

"Babe, please! It's not romantic!" He called after you. "They got a divorce!"

You ignored him as you walked down the hallway of the apartment complex.

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You were absolutely seething on the entire drive over to Jimmy's brother's house. Chuck was someone you hated just as much as Kim. Maybe even more. They both treated Jimmy like shit. Chuck just never wanted to see his brother succeed and would become extremely jealous when he does. Chuck would do anything to ruin Jimmy's reputation and life. Yet no matter how many times you've told Jimmy to cut his brother off, he never does. He still loves and idolizes the man for God knows what reason.

You should just toss the supplies in the yard and let the old crabby bastard starve. But you knew Jimmy would never forgive you. And no matter how angry you were at him, you still loved the man. You were doing this for Jimmy and not Chuck.

Huffing, you removed all items on your person that could have an electromagnetic field and place them in the mailbox. When you were outside the home, you touched the little buzzer to "ground" yourself. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door before entering.

"Chuck?" You called out into the dark home. The only light was the soft glow of a kerosene lamp on Chuck's desk.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He asked as he entered the room confused.

"Jimmy sent me over with some stuff," you grumbled as you placed the bags onto the man's couch.

"Well," Chuck clicked his tongue annoyed. Clearly, he wasn't thrilled to see you. The feeling was mutual. "Where is he?"

"Probably getting ready for the stupid costume party at HHM tonight," you frowned and crossed your arms.

"What? Oh God, don't tell me he's going to crash the event," Chuck groaned as he ran a hand down his face.

"No, actually. He was invited as a guest. By Kim Wexler," you said bitterly.

"I will never understand her fascination with him," he tutted. "You can't let him go. He'll ultimately end up making a fool of himself like he always does."

"Believe me, I tried," I frowned and crossed my arms tighter, hoping to shield myself from this conversation. "Besides, he's a big boy. He can do whatever he wants."

"He is up to something. I just know it," the older man started to pace. "You have to make him leave early."

"What's it matter to you if he embarrasses himself! You haven't stepped foot in the firm for, like, three years. How am I supposed to make him leave early?" You snapped.

The older man quickly went to his desk and started searching for something to write on. Once he found a post-it note, he began writing a number on it. When finished, he passed it to me.

"Give that number a call. Tell him I want you to go as his guest," Chuck informed you.

You looked down at the note placed in your hands. Reading the name that went with the number, your eyes almost fell out of your skull.

"Absolutely not! Jimmy would kill me if I showed up with this guy," you refused.

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Jimmy and Kim weaved side by side through the crowd of people. They were people watching and giggling together at how absurd some of Kim's coworkers were. Kim's giggle abruptly stopped when they stumbled upon Howard. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh instead. The blonde man looked good. Really good. He was dressed in a slick black tuxedo. The only off-putting thing was that he wore a pair of black rabbit ears on his head.

"Howard," Jimmy chuckled before giving the other man a big grin. "I like the ears. What are you supposed to be?"

"A playboy bunny," Howard smirked at the shorter man before taking a sip of his drink.

Jimmy laughed out loud. Kim was surprised by this and choked on the sip she was taking. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"That's an interesting choice," Kim admitted with a tight lip, trying not to laugh. "What made you come up with that?"

"It was the idea of my guest actually... oh! There she is," Howard grinned.

Both Jimmy and Kim turned to get a glimpse of who he was referring to. Kim's mouth instantly dropped at the sight. Jimmy's, on the other hand, clenched with anger and jealousy. In you walk, clad barely in any clothing. The black shorts you wore were so tiny they could practically pass as underwear. Your corsetted top was so tight that your chest was just a hair away from spilling out. A short, deep red, silk robe was over top. A captain's hat was placed on your head. Jimmy couldn't seem to take his eyes off of your bare fishnet legs that were accompanied by a pair of glitter stiletto heals. With as much confidence as you could muster, you strode over.

You knew Jimmy was staring at you, which made you smirk. That's exactly the reaction you were hoping for. As you approached the small group, you tossed your hair over your shoulder and flashed some flirty eyes towards Howard.

"Hi Howie! Thanks for holding my drink," You happily took the extra drink from his hand and took a sip from it. Peering over the drink at Jimmy, you smiled. "Do you like my costume? I'm Hugh Hefner!"

"What are you doing here?" Jimmy practically growled. "Wearing that?" He whisper-hissed the last part to just me.

"Well, I never got around to finding a date. So when I heard Kim was taking Jimmy, I was just thinking of how left out Y/N would have felt at home alone," Howard gave his totally fake explanation.

"You shouldn't be thinking of her at all," Jimmy snapped.

"C'mon, Howie, let's go dance. I'm not in a mood for a lecture tonight," You glared at Jimmy before grabbing Howard's hand and leading him towards the group of bodies dancing.

You could almost feel the fire filled gaze of your boyfriend watching on. His attention was clearly grabbed, but you needed something to push him over the edge and make him go home. After Howard placed the empty drinks on a cocktail waitresses tray, he turned towards you. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. From there, you let the music flow through your body.

You swayed your hips to the beat, and Howard followed suit. As soon as you turned around with your back to Howard's chest, you could see an outraged Jimmy storming towards you. Something in the pit of your stomach swirled with excitement. You've never seen him this jealous before, and it was pretty hot.

He grabbed your upper arm and tugged you away from the man he despised.

"C'mon were leaving," Jimmy commanded as he started to drag you away.

"Oh C'mon, Jim," you sarcastically whined before turning towards him. "Let's stay and have a little fun."

Jimmy scowled before pulling your arm again. The two of you ended up in one of the gender neutral bathrooms. The lawyer locked the main door behind him once you both were inside.

"Why the fuck are you here with Howard Hamlin?" He seethed.

"Why the fuck are you here with Kim Wexler?" You challenged as you came chest to chest with yoru boyfriend.

"What? Do you think I still want to fuck her?" He scoffed.

"Do you?" You weren't sure if you really wanted the answer to that.

Without a second thought, Jimmy backed you up against the sink. He placed a hand on the back of your neck and looked you in the eyes.

"Why would I ever want her when I have you?" He breathed.

Your heart skipped a beat and started to race.

"Especially looking like this," he almost moaned in your ear.

Without another second to think, you gripped his face and brought him down for a passionate kiss.

"Let's go back to the Playboy Manison, Hugh," Jimmy smirked into your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

You let out a small laugh before grabbing his hand and quickly leading him out of the party.

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hmhmnNGMGGGGG saul goodman x readercmvn

saul is love saul is life <333

“Francesca, you know I appreciate you and everything that you do for the office, but would it kill you to hurry up with the details?”

Saul was tapping one hand on his leg anxiously, the other holding an earpiece into his ear with a fervent grip. The lawyer's jaw was tense. Millions of things were running through his mind—per usual. Scams and lies lived rent free in his business, but coming up for one in this situation would be difficult.

“Okay okay I didn't mean that fast.” He rolled his eyes, a small bead of sweat forming at the crest of his ever receding hairline. His hand withdrew from his ear to wipe along his forehead. “Alright, thank you. See? Wasn't that hard!”

“Give the lady a break, Saul.” (Y/n) called from across him, staring up at the ceiling with a bored expression. They were a stark contrast to their boss' rigid posture. “If I had to work with you everyday I'd get a little pissy if you called me on my lunch break too.”

“You do work with me everyday bud.”

“Don't remind me.” (Y/n) turned their head to look at Saul with a sigh. The soft gray suit they wore crinkled with the change in movement. The room they both sat in was all too familiar, pillars of white lining the surrounding perimeter of a mahogany desk. Seas of files and papers consumed it, nearly concealing the owner of the room from behind. And, staying true to Saul's weirdly horrible taste in decoration, everything seemed to be a shade of brown.

“Listen I appreciate you putting your ass on the line for me in this case—” The man across from (Y/n) babbled. “—but the clients we’re working for aren’t as lenient as the others you've dealt with. And their client here, Mister uhhh, well Jane Doe at this point, got caught up in some pretty bad doo doo.”

"If you ever use the word 'doo doo' again I'm resigning to throw myself off the bridge by Taco Bell."

"You know a three day notice is required for that right?" He chuckled, but stopped when they didn't reciprocate his humor. An eye roll and grumble was all (Y/n) offered as they simply stood up to dust off the seat of their pants, heading towards the door without anything to say.

"Woah woah woah hey where are you going Johnny hot shot!!" Saul jumped up with the speed of junkies fighting for meth, knocking a few important stacks of paper that he would get on his hands and knees to clean up later.

"To go get some believable lie that a judge will swallow down like their morning pill." They snorted with the door already halfway open. "What else."

"I just—" Saul faltered. "—make it quick, grumpy mcgee."

He was offered a generous glare at the nickname, door slamming shut as he wandered back into his seat with a tired groan.

"I should have been a goddamn bartender or something."

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Tuco Salamanca X Y/n (PART 2)

'JEALOUSY // NSFW'

THIS STORY WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING:

-may not follow the plot for Bcs

- nsfw/fluff

-(Fem reader)

"Don't read if your a sensitive fuck"

Enjoy 😋

You wake up,well you were already awake when rising up at 5am when the sun began to shine through your bedroom window apartment, you couldn't sleep a wink that night, that night you were begging that all of last night was a dream and that didn't happen, during that night,, you called and called, no answer from Domingo,, having to quit your job last minute..You were foundering all night even such as throwing up to not experience todays monumental events...

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After being exhausted of just worrying all day and night,, you finally got yourself together, you went to make one of the strongest coffee you ever had because you thought maybe you would of needed it for today.

Y/n entered the kitchen from now exiting your bedroom. You walk over and...Your heart stirred, sending an eerie feeling to your stomach making you almost break out to tears over a single sheet of paper..

A single sheet off paper on your kitchen counter that says "El Michoacáno. At 1pm .."

You were up all night and HEARD NOTHING. How?? When?? maybe you should tell someone..No you can't! You would get ...You are now involved.

12:20am y/n preparing to brace yourself and mentally preparing herself. Your mind about to erupt from all of the stress from one day. You tried to call Domingo again, again, again and again...No answer.

"FUCK!" You gave up it's almost time and you should probably get there early to not piss him off..

Y/n got up and wore dark blue jeans and a white tank top, nothing too much for something involving drugs. By now it's 12:40am getting ready with your hair down and everything, you looked good..way too good..

You were gonna be late,,you got into your car and drove there in a hurry, probably going over the speed limit but you were deemed that you would make it on time.

1:03pm

You got there,,you wouldn't of ever expected that this little Mexican shop was involved with drugs. you checked your time and you saw that you were 3 minutes late, you thought to yourself even if your gonna die today, no one would ever care so what was the point. You got brought over a small notebook and a pen if he wanted you to do some kind of job. When arriving there you pulled up to the restaurant and to be expected, there he was,, there, leaning against the windows that lay across the restaurant, him whom you don't know the name of smoking a cigarette, honestly you found that kinda hot,, seeing the colour he was wearing capturing your eye suited his quite well.

Parking in the parking lot across from his car you noticed it was his ,the only car there,, both of you guys made eye contact, making him taking a last puff of the cigarette and stubbing it against the ground. You exited from the car and now in hand your small notebook and pen walking towards him.

He blew the remaining smoke from the cigarette in your face when you winced "Cough,Cough".

"Your late." he said in annoyance looking at you digging his dark brown eyes into you.

"Yeah, s-sorry there was traffic" you weren't lying the traffic was pretty heavy, you said this all whilst your anxiety started to build up clenching onto the notebook you brought.

He just stared blanky at you, you predicted he did this to detect if you are lying or not, in silence, his gaze shifted to the notebook you were holding, He snatched it from your hands and went through it, you stood there in awkwardness.

"What the fuck is this!" He said going through the pages.

"it's my notebook..I thought maybe I would need it if I'm being an accountant.." you questioned yourself.

He walked over to the bin beside him and threw it in there, you were angry but you knew you couldn't do anything to stop him.

"You won't need any of that sissy shit! you count the money and total it."

His gaze struck back at you,, getting closer to your face.

"Don't fuck this up."

You nodded..

His words replayed in your head over and over again, he walked in first, making you follow behind him, opening the door to the sound of ringing bells, the ringing echoed in your ears.

You looked around, it looked empty no one there but a cook which looked warned by the entrance of me and him. He took the first seat and you stood in question wondering were your supposed to go..?

"Sit." He said keeping his eye on you.

You took the seat he told you to go on, you and your thoughts alone wondering how this day will go on, you and your thoughts snap to the sound of his voice again.

"I give you the money, you count it ,put it in the bag besides you, easy." giving you insurance he said.

Saying this, the first guy walks in, turning your bosses stare to a tall covered guy in tattoos, pants to his waist, you get the idea. He seemed like he knew what to do, he sat down across from us in a slouching position getting the money from his pocket and passing it on to your now boss.

which then he passes to you, keeping his glare onto the guy,

You stumble to get off the rubber band off the vast sum of money in your hands , you swallow the lump in your throat and count the money.

Interrupting you when counting making you look up to the direction of the sound.

"It's all there" the all tattoo man said giving a nodd to your boss.

"let . Her . Count." Your partner said to the man giving him a burning eyes to not disturb you. The man looked you up and down, you could tell he was blaming you for getting shouted at.

You turned your attention back onto the money you have in your hands,, counting it"£2,000" You said whilst putting back the rubber band around the vast of money and tossing it in the bag besides you.

Even though you've done your job, your partner hasn't, he keeps his gaze onto the man until the man gets up from his chair to face both of us.

"Tuco" the tattoo man nods at him to show respect "miss" he nods at you too and ran out of that restaurant. You felt superior..It felt good to be respected, but that was the lease of your concerns, your boss names is actually Tuco..you didn't expect Tuco to be his name. But it worked, you loved the name Tuco, it rolled on the tongue. After that tattoo guy left you sneaked a peak at 'Tuco' You thought maybe he wasn't so bad..He never actually physically hurt you so you thought maybe it would be okay to stay like this for a bit..

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After meeting with alot of people and counting the sum of money,, you could feel the tension slowly rise low between you and Tuco, you felt like you were protected, like you were under his devil wings.But now its 8pm of meeting with his men, you were exhausted because you didn't get any sleep today,, watching Tuco work and how intense he can make a person feel actually fascinated you. But now it time to end the day, you got up from your chair and grabbed the bag besides you and zipped it up.

Tuco still in his seat, "What's the total" he said in a calm voice also getting up from his chair. Of course you were keeping up, you couldn't disappoint him on the first day.

"£413,000" You said with a relief, this is more you would make form a year from your previous job, it felt good saying that number, the sudden thrush of doing criminal activities felt good to you, like a break of routine for once.

Tuco takes the bag and carried it by hand, you tuck in your chair and follow him out, just about to get the keys from your pocket he says "You better be fucking right about the sum, because I'm checking it tonight" He said to you turning his back to face his car then to face you again standing there hopelessly "Same time tomorrow" Tuco said giving you chills to the thought.

And he drove off, you watched him leave, your belief in him died after he spoke thoes words yo, started to re-think if you actually did count the money right. You dove home that day and went straight to sleep not even to take a shower or anything, you were so tired you just needed a rest from everyone.

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The next day you woke up at about 10am you were exhausted, you needed that sleep after last nights work at the restaurant, now that you know how's the day gonna run out, you were totally ready for it, and got ready today with your hair down and wearing short denim shorts which did show a little ass, but it was way too fucking hot working in that restaurant, and wore your white tank top,, and made your way to the restaurant, seeing as there was no 'paper with a note' you suggest you were right about the total of the money last night.

You made your way to the restaurant, you see there was no Tuco waiting for you on the window, you felt kinda disappointed actually since you actually did make it on time this time. But made you way inside to the restaurant, the bell rang and rang and you turned your attention to a man in red talking to the restaurant cook,buying food, but did not pay. You suggested maybe your second boss..? The man turned around and checked you out,,

"Hello..?" You said to the man wondering if he was gonna say something first. He walked towards you.

"Your 'y/n' right" he raised his eyebrows. You nodded to his question. The man looked confused, "I didn't expect someone like you" he said looking you up and down again. You thought maybe he was expecting a druggy..

He took the first seat first after grabbing his drink he ordered, sat where Tuco is supposed to sit and you follow along. "Tuco isn't in today, so it's just us, you want anything to drink or..?" He said

"no no I'm fine thank you." Humbling yourself you noticed this guy somewhere before, he seemed so relaxed you could feel like you could genuinely have a conversation with him without any crazy outbursts.

"I've met you before, you seem familiar" you pitched to the guy.

"I don't think so." He seems kinda of cautious now seeing that you rembember him from somewhere.

"Oh yeahh, You work in that fabric shop near here right" your brain clicked to that memory of you and Domingo getting you a new installation for the seats,, kind of brought up a bad memorie.

"Oh yeah, Your Domingo's Chick right" he exclaimed, noticing the situation you were in it, he changed his mood. But before that could happen the Jingles of the bell rang, welcoming the first person to walk in to meet with us.

This routine was like yesterday's but without any tension, after the guy left you and your partner would make up random conversation between us and learn more things about each other, like his name Nacho, you guys were getting along.

It's time to pack up now (8pm) you gave him the total amount of the cash, "317,000" he chuckled to you, You looked up to face him and smiled to his contagious laugh, "Your like a human calculator" he said again before crossing his arms "how?" He questioned whilst you were zipping up the bag full of money, you chuckled to his response. "Well it's bec-".

The giggle of the bells rang, you and Nacho both face toward the door to see who would come in at this time of night,, Tuco. He seemed pissed,, high off drugs due to his dilated pupil. His laugh entered the room again his demonic laugh, you looked at Nacho seemed he didn't expect him to show up. "You guys seemed to be having a good time, why isn't anyone laughing anymore?" Tuco sarcastic smile faded to a serious one, You were thinking maybe today is the day you die.. Tuco turned to Nacho and gave him a look he won't forget "Leave." Tuco said to Nacho. Nacho giving you a look then taking his exit.

Tucos attention turned to you, his eyes sawing into you made you back up on the side of the table, Tuco walking towards you, pretty close to your face.

"So, what were you guys talking about." he look inside your eyes, through your soul.

"N-nothing" you replied feeling the fear grow bigger inside of you.

Tuco grabbed you hair with one hand making you face to face with Tuco, You flinched to the feeling of his hands against you,,"Don't fucking lie to me, why are you in a bad mood, did you want Nacho to fuck you or something," He said in a confident tone.

"Are you fucking crazy!" You said to the accusation of something like that. It went silent for a good minute of just intense eye contact. he forcefully gabbed your jaw whilst also holding your hair in place, and out of no where, both of your lips intertwined with each other, your eyes widen to the kiss, you didn't expect such soft lips from Tuco, both of your guys tongues met with each other that night, his grasp of your hair slowly letting go of your hair and placed on the table you where arching into, you were loosing breathe, you started to punch Tucos chest to get him of you, and the kiss broke.

"Tuco!" You were in shock, panting away. You didn't expect something like this from Tuco. He said nothing but just looked like he was hungry for more, you couldn't lie this was pretty fucking hot. He looked at you then took a peak at his jeans which was obvious that he had a boner,, in a soft voice that sounded desperate that you didn't want to do any of this, "Tuco..please" you said to him begging for mercy.

He forcefully man-handled you against the table, you winced to the roughness you were now facing away from him, Tuco against the back of you turned you on, but you knew you were scared, "Tuco.. Somewhere els-" before finishing your sentence his hand forced your head against the table, along with forcefully lifting your hips higher into the air.

The sound of his belt unbuckling sent waves to you brain, His hand running down your back to the waits line of your shorts and unbuttoning them bit by bit, You were exposed, knowing you couldn't do anything, "Joder..hermoso culo" (fuck.. beautiful ass) In his strong Spanish accent, as well as Slapping you ass, you released a scream to the aggressiveness of the slap, pulling your underwear down, he giggled with excitement, his dick slapping against your ass "fucking bitch" he groaned out.

The tip of his penis entering in. You moaned to how unprepared you were, suddenly he fully thirst into you, fully submerged. You muffled your moans with biting onto your hand. "Fuckkk,, Baby relaxed" his hands on your waist pulling you towards him to bring you closer. The feeling of his penis entering awakened you. He started to thrust in and out, you could feel your legs start to weaken. His groans getting louder with each thrust, "Who's my bitch" he said in a panting voice, as you were trying your best to let out your moans saying nothing. He grabbed your hair again, making your arch into his thrusts. And let out the moan you were keeping in, "I said who's my bitch!" Taking a bite of your neck leaving a pretty mark.

"M-me" you said in your stuttering voice, you were close and you could also feel Tuco member grow bigger inside of you, "TUCOO" you screamed his name as he started to quicken up his pace and thrust into you relentlessly, He was close whispering your name "y/n.." in a groan. And before He came he took it out and released himself onto your ass, The room was filled with moans from y/n and Grunts from Tuco.

When Tuco finished he buckled his trousers up and went out for a cigarette. Giving you time to get yourself together. Walking in again Tuco said

"C'mon, I'll take you home." You thought again in such a shaky state you were in you didn't want to drive tonight..You nodded to his response and followed along. The whole ride you fell asleep to the Mexican music playing on the radio.

He dropped you off at your apartment, You were glad you didn't drive because you wouldn't of made it through.."See you next week" he said to you before zooming off. The thought of meeting him again made you feel confused with emotions. But all you needed right now was a shower and some sleep...

[I'm so sorry for how long you guys had to wait for this, but I was pretty busy with my studies, but we made it through!! // Also wanted to say when this gets posted, it will be said 'posted 6 days ago' But that was just my mistake, but was actually posted on the 26/2/24. So YEAH! thank you and please let me know if you want to see more of this, and maybe turn it into a series.]

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