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Хорни мысли бежали за ней, а она и не сопротивлялась 🔥

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I just know randal graves is a slow then sloppy kisser. A lil unexperienced. Kisses u like he's starving. Very handsy. Accidentally whimpers a lil. Then once he's comfortable and realizes he could trust u he releases da moanz. Probably has to pull away for air and to smile bc he's not used to someone sharing their love for him. Big blusher too..like a real dark red. Without a doubt would murmur how much he needed it after a long day..dealing with annoying customers

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAGGYYYY

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All Smiles

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Kissing Ehren Mcghehey Headcanons

request: HC of kissing Ehren Mcghehey? Thanks!

the type to hold your face in his hands when you kiss

lots of little kisses

will always kisses you before he leaves to go somewhere

and every night before you go to sleep

even if you guys have argued

he’s insistent on kissing you before he leaves the house or before you go to bed

blushes when you kiss his cheek

but you’ll pout if that’s all you get

you won’t settle for a kiss on the cheek or forehead

he learns this very quickly

so he always goes for your lips now

not much into pda so a lot of fleeting kisses when you’re around people

it’s when you’re alone that he’ll kiss you properly

he could make out with you all day long

stops kissing you to just look into your eyes

he’s so in love with you

sometimes it’s very giggly when you kiss

the two of you don’t take it so seriously

it’s impossible to not laugh when you’re with him

he likes it when you pull away and scatter kisses across his face

drives him crazy if you pull him closer to you

likes it a lot when you sit in his lap

he surprises you with kisses

in the most random moments

you could be grocery shopping and he’d decide he wants to kiss you

‘what’s that for?’

‘i just love you.’

you make sure you kiss him extra amounts when he’s had a long day

he’s usually coming home in some kind of pain

and if kissing him will give the illusion that it hurts less

you’ll do it

‘want me to kiss it better?’

he almost passed out when you used that line on him after the cup test

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Relax - Saul Goodman x gn!reader

Also avaliable to read on AO3 Pairing: Saul Goodman x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, hate-love relationship, hurt/comfort, “almost smut” Warning(s): Description of exhaustion and stress. Cuss words, gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns. Age gap, reader is somewhere in their mid 20’s. Nothing too explicit but kissing. Smutty ending. Words: 1.1K Summary: You work for Walter, and he sends you to Saul to hand him over some files. Exhausted after some long days with lack of sleep, you find comfort in talking to the annoying lawyer English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

“Ah, sweetie, what an honor to see you at my office.”Saul chants, not looking up at you whilst doing paperworks by his desk. You just glare at him, not in the mood for his bullshit today. 

“Saul.”

You reply dryly, him just nodding in reply without even looking at you when approaching the desk holding the files Walter asked you to deliver to the cocky lawyer. You take a seat in the chair across from him, waiting for him to look up. But today, he seems to be in the mood to annoy you. 

“Could you just-”

He holds up a hand to stop you. Offended by his move, you stop talking. After a couple of minutes you’re done with his attitude. You stand up loudly, the chair almost falling in the process. Finally, he looks up. Without thinking twice, you slam the files down his desk, causing the table to shake. He cusses and manages to grab hold of his coffee cup before it falls to the blue carpet floor. 

“What’s your problem, kid?”“My problem? What’s your problem?”The two of you continue nagging each other, and when he raises his voice, so do you. You sink down the chair again after a while, still trembling in anger. 

“Will you PLEASE look at the files?”

Something about the frustration in your voice makes Saul’s face soften. He sighs and grabs the file, bringing out the pile of papers. 

Describing the relationship between you and Saul… Chaotic. You can’t tell if you find him funny or annoying, and the feeling is mutual. 

“What the fuck is this?”

He growls. 

“Don’t ask me! Walter told me to not look at the files, so of course, I did.”

This earns a laugh from Saul.

“Such a rebel… I like that. And don’t worry, that secret is safe with your good pal Saul.”

“...Jeez, never refer to yourself like that again.”

He chuckles and starts reading the papers, and you know it could take him a while. 

He mutters something from time to time, and sighs loudly, clearly annoyed by Walter.

“Should I come back later or wait here?”

He looks you up and down, making you slightly uncomfortable.

“You look tired.”“I am.”

“Well then… Stay. Treat yourself with coffee, play some games on your phone or whatever youngsters do today. Just… Relax.”

“Aight, thank you oldie.”

You taunt him. He replies with something rude, but you don’t really listen. 

You sink into the couch in his office, only now realizing how exhausted you really are. Working in the lab, along with Jesse and Walter - whom you don't get along with - is draining. Gus watching over the three of you doesn’t ease the anxiety.

Saul continues reading and moaning in frustration over the work Walter has left him with. Apart from the lawyers complaining, it’s really quiet in the office. It’s afternoon, and outside, dusk falls. Saul’s office is dark, especially the corner you’re sitting in. You fight to keep your eyes open, but somehow fall asleep…

As you blink your eyes open, confusion washes over you. 

“Mornin’ sweetie”

Seeing Saul sitting next to you on the couch almost makes you jump up. He chuckles at your reaction.

“Calm down, it’s just me.”

“How do you get any work done when you have a couch in the office?”You ask whilst rubbing sleep from your eyes. Truth is, this is one of the best (and only) naps you’ve taken in a while. Saul laughs. “Don’t roast my couch, kiddo.”

“Nah, I would never… How long have I been asleep?”

“10 hours.”

“10 HOURS?!”

You repeat his words and sit up, kicking off the blanket you have no memory of falling asleep with. When you open your phone, you notice it’s 6:20pm, meaning you’ve slept for about two hours.

“Not funny, Saul!” 

You hiss whilst he laughs, clearly entertained by how mad you are. Without realizing it, your eyes burn from holding back tears. Saul’s laughter fades, and an awkward silence fills the room.

“Hey… What’s up, y/n?” His voice is soft and he moves closer to you.

“This is fucking pathetic! I don’t know why I’m crying…”

“When did you last sleep?”

You barely dare to admit that you’ve only slept a couple hours during the last week. Your face says it all.

“Is it Walter?”

“Mhm. I haven’t had a day off in a while. Always something to do at that damn lab.”

“You deserve a rest.”

“I can’t remember when I last got a rest. Apart from passing out on your couch.”

He smiles at you and you realize just how close you are to him. Dangerously close. There’s some sort of tension in the air between the two of you… Before you get the chance to consider it, to think things through or fight the lust, you kiss him. He’s on board directly, pulling you closer to him, almost groaning into your mouth. 

It feels so right, yet so wrong. The kiss gets heated, and suddenly you’re lying down on the couch again, holding onto Saul by his tie as he sinks on top of you. You moan softly as he pulls away and starts kissing your neck whilst his hands move to your waist, pulling your t-shirt. Saul’s lips continue brushing against your skin and the way your body reacts to his touch excites him. Still, you can’t help but look at the clock on the wall, painfully aware that you’ve been away from the lab for way too long now. The last thing you want right now is to get into an argument with Walter, or have Gus react to your absence. But still, being with Saul, having him taking care of you, feels so right… “Hey…”

He notices your absence, and grabs your chin, carefully tilting your head so you look into his blue eyes. 

“Hmmm?”

“Do you want this?”

You take a deep breath. You do want this. But…

“I’ll talk to Walt, ok? Tell him that those fucking files of his took longer then expected, we’ll come up with an excuse for you being away for so long. A white lie.”

You should resist, but something about his touch makes you melt. For the first time in weeks, you feel at ease, thanks to Saul, the same annoying man you thought you disliked. Instead of resisting, you nod. When he smiles at you, you smile back, allowing him to continue.

Fuck it, you need him to continue. 

He continues touching and kissing you, making the anxiety you feel fade away. As he talks to you, he does so in a soft, seductive voice. Leaning close to your ear, he whispers:

“That’s it. Let all that worry go. Let me help you relax. Just… Relax.”

And then his lips move down.

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Jimmy McGill relationship headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || NSFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Sub/dom dynamic. Switch Jimmy :) Degradation and cuss words. Semi-public sex. Words: 700 Summary: Dating Jimmy McGill would include… (NSFW version) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || SFW version ||

Being over or under you? Submissive or dominant? Doesn’t matter.

He loves dominating you just as much as he likes being dominated by you

He’s a switch but leans more towards being submissive in bed.

When “being” Jimmy, he’s definitely more of a bottom, whilst Saul is more of a top.

ALTHOUGH… If he comes home stressed or frustrated one day, he’s the type of guy to like some roughness for stress relief

Fast and rough sex whilst he tells you about his day, muttering about his own problems >>>>> Therapy

Also… 👀 Reverse it! Nothing better than you slutting him out when he’s had a rough day ;)

He likes being degraded, but PLEASE don’t forget to praise this man. He needs it. <3

Just tell him he’s a good boy and watch him melt

VERY vocal in bed, deep grunts, cuss words, moans… You name it.

If you top him, you’ll definitely earn yourself some whimpers, maybe even tears

HEAR ME OUTTTT, brat Jimmy 👀

Usually when he doesn’t get “enough attention”

He’ll be the most annoying man ever until you give him what he wants (aka attention)

Are you busy with housework or even work? Too bad!

He’ll be all over you with kisses, dirty talking and challenging you to give him attention

Him pushing your buttons, enjoying it when you lose your patience with his bullshit.

Jimmy is only satisfied once you bring him to the bedroom, giving him exactly what he wants…

He loves it when you dominate him tbh

He is a needy man, even when you’re out in public

He’ll always look for excuses to touch you, and to him - there’s no “wrong moments” for love.

He’s the definition of “🥺🥺” when you don’t give him attention 💀

He has no shameee

“Meet in the bathroom in 2 minutes” at a local cafe

…Or in a changing rooms at stores

You name it

He likes the thrill of getting caught. ;)

Don’t get me started on ✨office sex✨

Almost every visit to his office ends up with you bent over his desk

…Or on your knees by his chair

Fuck it, switch it up - him kneeling before you whilst you sit in his chair - both works 👀

Honestly it’s his favorite place to do it

Maybe not the most comfortable, nor hygienic place - but oh well

Once again he likes the thrill of getting caught, or knowing he has clients waiting. But they can wait. He has better things to do

He makes sure you walk away from his office feeling satisfied (and with shaky legs) <3

He’s a big fan of quickies. Why wait all day to sleep with you, when he can do it multiple times? “What do you think quickies are for??”

A TEASEEEEE

He’ll legit turn you on “by accident” only to ignore you later

Why? “Because I can” 

And to see you beg for him. Yep, he’s unfair

Having you beg for him to do you is just hot to him. Especially when you’re angry/frustrated

…If you did the same to him tho? He’d be close to tears. And beg without shame lmao

When it comes to oral he prefers receiving.

That way he can lean back, close his eyes and enjoy being “taken care off” 

If you have longer hair he runs his hands through it, twirls it between his fingers and might pull it a bit.

Very loud and praising when receiving “Yes… Right there”“Fuck… You’re so good at that. So damn perfect.”“Keep going, sweetie. Take all of me in your pretty mouth.”

However, he does love giving too. 

Getting heads is nice, but there’s something rewarding about using his mouth to make you feel good. 

He’s damn passionate when giving, too. 

Slow, teasing movements

And caressing other parts of your body to make it more satisfying. 

Your moans and the praise he receives could make him go at it for hours. And he will…

Jimmy just finds it adorable when you whine and whimper from the pleasure being overwhelming.

He tries his best with aftercare, as long as he’s not too tired afterwards or if it was “just a quickie”

But he always tries to make sure you’re alright afterwards. 

appreciates cuddles afterwards

And he LOVES it when you give him aftercare after you’ve dominated him 

He falls asleep quick afterwards, but does so safely in your embrace 

Homeboy just needs love and affection basically <3

Not really happy with this one 😭 But I hope ya guys liked it either way lol!! <3

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thoughts on submissive jimmysaul ???? 🤔 need 2 spread the good word -🍒

>:3

using this gif bc im a menace

combining w/ this ask too

ok so saul is not a sub. not unless you beg him or take him by surprise but more on that in a sec. he is way too egotistical to let himself get pushed around. he NEEDS to be top dog.

but jimmy??? jimmy mcgill is the whiniest bitch to ever bitch 😌 and underneath all those personas and every front he tries to put up he is still a whiny little bitch at his very core. he’ll crack under the tiniest bit of pressure.

he would absolutely pick a goofy ah safe word like “constitution” or some shit. don’t tell me he wouldn’t.

whines and moans when giving you head. he honestly likes it more than you do. he just wants to do a good job and make you proud 🥺🥺🥺 ruffle his hair and he’ll DIE

he doesn’t like hard impact play like anything that’ll bruise/bleed but he’s a baby painslut. slap him, spank him, pull his hair, pinch and twist his nipples >:3

bondage and sensory deprivation really rile him up bc he gets so frustrated! he wants to touch you? kinda hard w/ his hands tied to the bed frame :/ he wants to see what you’re doing? too bad! he’s blindfolded. he keeps running his mouth and whining and begging for release? enjoy the ballgag, bozo 🥱

speaking of running his mouth i think he would try to crack a few jokes at first to try to maintain some semblance of dignity. but that goes out the window when you answer his quip with a bitchslap.

“c’mon kid, is that all you got? my grandma could hit harder than-“ (SMACK) “ngh! ok i’m sorry i’ll be good…”

praise/degradation/humiliation combo meal. whatever you say to him is guaranteed to make him moan. ESPECIALLY if you make him say something.

“ah… i’m a… i’m a dirty old man…”

“what was that, jimmy? say it louder, i couldn’t hear you.”

he whimpers before he says it. “i’m a dirty old man!”

“good boy! that’s right! you’re a disgusting pervert, too! let me hear you say that.” (jimmy mcgill cums in his pants.mp3)

^make fun of him for cumming too early. call him pathetic. he’ll be hard again in no time.

why do i feel like he’d be into small dick humiliation too 💀

TOP HIM TOP HIM USE HIS HOLE HE WILL GO INSANE!!!!!!! i doubt he plays w/ it much by himself but having a partner take care of him like that….. oml he just melts

he’s really scared to bottom at first but then you touch his prostate and it’s like he sees god. he’s DEFINITELY gonna experiment with it on his own next time :3

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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.”

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baby blues - jimmy mcgill

pairing: jimmy mcgill x f!reader

genre: smut. 18+ please

wc: 2.9k

contains: unprotected sex (ALWAYS WRAPPIT BEFORE YA TAPPIT KIDS), age gap (early/mid20s reader), use of pet names “sugar”, “kid”, and “sweetheart”, hint of sub!jimmy if ya squint but both him and reader are switchy tbh, gratuitous eye description because gahdayum bob odenkirk’s eyes are MESMERIZING, ya that’s p much it

notes: back from the dead to share my silly lawyer smutfic with the world. haven’t finished bcs yet, so this takes place early s1! don’t take this too seriously because i didn’t either :) more ppl gotta get crackin on the jimmy fic train tho bc there’s a sad lack of content. anyway enjoy!

The first thing you noticed about Jimmy McGill were his eyes. Entrancingly blue, fringed with dark, delicate lashes. They drooped slightly at the outer corners, giving him that sad-puppy look. Even through the TV screen and newspaper article, his eyes stood out.

His other features weren’t too hard on your eyes either: that cutely crooked mouth that moved a mile a minute when it wasn’t screwed up in thought, a nice strong nose, neat hairstyle with a stubborn cowlick that you noticed him brushing aside out of habit. And of course, the gentle lines of his face, mouth, and under his eyes that only added to the basset-hound look he had going.

You weren’t sure it was him at first–the hero you’d seen on TV, a lawyer who scaled a billboard to rescue a worker in danger. The paper had gotten a kick out of his heroic stunt and you’d seen his face on the front page the very next day. Yet here he was now, across the bar, alone and nursing a drink, and the similarities were undeniable. This definitely was Jimmy McGill.

And gee, was he handsome. Normally you’d end it there; text your friends with an omg you guys guess who i saw at the bar?? and move on, but you already had a few drinks coursing through your system, were a few stale weeks out of a breakup, and ready to try something new.

You grabbed your purse and scooted off the barstool, adjusting your skirt and checking your top before strolling over to where he was sitting.

“Hi, this seat taken?”

Jimmy started upon hearing your voice, shaken out of whatever trance he’d been in, and blinked a few times. Your heart skipped upon having those eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes trained on your own. “Huh? Oh. No, no. Be my guest,” he gestured at the empty seat.

You thanked him and slid on to it, signaling the bartender over.

“I’ll take a martini, please.”

“That can go on my tab–thanks,” Jimmy said to the bartender.

“Oh, thanks! You didn’t have to.” You flashed your most charming smile at him, and he perked up a little. Always worked.

“My pleasure. I gotta say, though, you look a little young to be at a bar.”

You wave his implication away with a roll of your eyes. “I’m legal, I promise. Just young for my age, that’s all.”

“Hm,” he smiled. “Alright, miss…?” You supplied your name in response, and he repeated it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“You might laugh at me for this, I’m sure you get it all the time…” you tucked a hair behind your ear, glancing at your shoes demurely. “I thought I recognized you from that news story. Jimmy McGill, right?”

Jimmy illuminated. “That’s me, alright! Though I gotta admit, the hero stuff is more of a part-time gig,” he said with a wink. “My day job is law.”

“Law, huh?” You knew this. You’d already looked him up. Still, you pretended to be surprised and a little impressed. “Wow. What would I have to do to get you as my lawyer?”

He chuckled, face a little pink, either from the alcohol he’d already consumed or your shameless flirt. “Just don’t go falling off any billboards.”

“That’s probably a good start,” you said.

Your drink arrived, and then your second and third as the two of you continued your conversation. Jimmy was sweet–a charmer, but you sensed there was a lot that was genuine about the way he listened to you speak and avoided flicking his gaze down to your cleavage, despite how much you wanted him to. As heat collected in your stomach from the alcohol and your growing attraction to him, you stopped listening to the anecdotes he supplied and began paying more attention to his hands, the ring on his pinky, the way he placed one hand on your knee and began rubbing his thumb lightly on your bare skin, how the pads of his fingers were just slightly rough and how nice his touch felt, how his soft blue eyes bored into yours.

Eventually, you reached your limit.

“How would you feel about getting out of here?” you interrupted, voice low and suggestive.

With no hesitation, he replied. “Best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Before you knew it, the two of you tumbled out of a taxi and through the door of Day Spa and Nail (weird place to live, but hey, who were you to judge?). Jimmy locked the door behind the two of you and then stopped rather awkwardly in the lobby, dragged out of his inebriated haze by his surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the back area and the curtain of fairy lights decorating the door. It was cozy, but he seemed more embarrassed by it than anything.

You sensed this change immediately and approached him to rectify it, backing him slowly against the glass front of the store.

“Do you bring girls here a lot?” you said, one hand toying with the collar of his dress shirt.

“Can’t say that I do,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Couldn’t tell ya why. Maybe it’s the decor.”

“I, for one, like the open floor plan,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his tie, playing with the tail of it. “Don’t mind the full length window, either.”

Jimmy swallowed. “We can always head to the back, if you want. This is a little public.”

“You know what?” you said, tilting your head. “I kind of like it that way.”

Gripping the knot of Jimmy’s tie, you tugged, leading his face down to your level, and captured his lips in your own. He groaned, melting into the kiss and bringing his own hands up to cradle your head, knotting his fingers in your hair.

The sound sent shivers down your spine and you opened your own mouth a little wider, returning his pleased noises with a few of your own.

Jimmy, without breaking the kiss, spun you so that you were the one backed against the glass. He pressed his body into yours, deepening the kiss and caressing your jaw with deft fingers.

“Shit, kid,” he huffed in between kisses. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this to be how I ended out the night.”

“From the moment I noticed you across the bar, this is how I wanted it to,” you returned lowly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss below his ear.

“Ah, geez,” he said (if you didn’t know any better, you’d say whimpered), breaking away to hold your face in his hands and examine your blown-out eyes. “Look, not like I’m complaining or anything, but why me? Why not someone your own age? I mean, you’re so gorgeous, you could get anyone you wanted, honest.”

“I’ve never much been into guys my age,” you admitted. “Not daddy issues or anything like that, just… older men are more attractive to me, that’s all. And bonus points if they’re famous.”

“Famous,” Jimmy repeated. “Don’t say that, it’ll go straight to my head.”

“Good,” you said, carding a hand through his hair with an experimental tug at the roots. “That’s where I want it to go.”

Jimmy keened, diving back in for another kiss. Meanwhile, you were at the perfect vantage point to observe the salon, and it caused another idea to blossom.

“Any desire for a massage?” you asked, and steered him over to the row of chairs. “We don’t have to pay for these, right?”

“No, no. But why…?” he asked, squinting.

“Sit down. I’ll show you,” you instructed.

He obeyed without further question, loosening his tie and situating himself in one of the plush seats. You grabbed a remote and quickly figured out the controls, setting his chair at a low setting, then set it aside.

He watched you curiously, waiting for your next move. Flicking your eyes towards his crotch, you couldn’t help but notice the tautly stretched fabric. You licked your lips.

As smoothly as possible, you slipped off your shoes and climbed into his lap, straddling his form with one of your legs on either side. You watched his face as you positioned your core right over his crotch, wiggling a little for good measure, and he gasped.

“Ah, shit, kid…” he groaned, hardness pressing up against you. “Sorry, lemme adjust myself–”

You grabbed the hand he’d moved downwards to shift his erection by the wrist and brought it up to your mouth.

Slowly, slowly, you slipped his pointer finger into your mouth, lathing over the callused skin with your tongue and teeth. He moaned at the sensation as you added another finger, then three.

To be frank, his erection’s throbbing presence against your clothed heat was making it near impossible to focus on the task at hand.

You removed his hand from your mouth and pressed yourself against his chest, laying a feather light hand against his jaw and whispering, “I want you to fuck me, Jimmy McGill.”

“Jesus, kid,” he hissed. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

The two of you scrambled to undo his pants and shift his boxers aside to free his dick, your panties not far behind. You didn’t even bother to shuck your skirt off, instead allowing his large hands to shimmy it up to your waist, squeezing at the softness there with a whimper.

“Wait, wait a sec, do you have a…” He palmed his forehead, flushed pink and sweaty.

You hovered over his rock-hard erection, teasing the tip of him at your entrance. “I’m safe. I’d rather you fuck me raw. Is that okay with you?”

“Is that okay? Jesus, what a question. Yes, absolutely, just please, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly in my life,” Jimmy begged, hands falling to your thighs and squeezing hard, resisting the urge to buck upwards into you.

You paused a moment before committing, drinking in the sight beneath you. Jimmy McGill, looking positively debauched. Unkempt hair, cheeks the color of cherries, a light sheen of sweat shining in the warm ambient lighting. His eyes were the definition of puppy-dog, the sweetest blue you’d ever seen, swimming with want, eyelashes fanned across his lids as he blinked heavily. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and almost without thinking, you dipped your fingers inside and trailed them down the light hair on his chest. He sucked in a shuddery breath.

“One more time?” you asked. Jimmy understood.

“Please,” he croaked.

You plunged your hips down, fully sheathing his length within you. The sensation sent sparks across your eyesight and you cried out, squeezing yourself around him. Jimmy reacted in kind, throwing his head back with a whine and jerking his hips upward to attempt to bury himself deeper. The two of you began to search for a rhythm, him canting upward with an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, you grinding in circular downward motions in return.

It didn’t take long to align, the two of you quickly establishing a steady rhythm to follow, listening closely for the other’s pleased moans and adjusting movements to allow for more of them to spill out.

You clutched Jimmy’s arms, his chest, carded your fingers through his hair, splayed your hands on his stomach for balance. He palmed your breasts, your ass, your thighs, each touch sending electricity straight to your core, but his hands always seemed to migrate back to your waist, which he gripped firmly and used to guide your movements, an action you were grateful for somewhere deep in your lust-addled mind.

You also quickly learned that he was a vocal partner, which made sense knowing his personality and profession. He let his mouth run, moaning about how good you were for him, how pretty, how much he needed this. At one point you could have sworn you heard him hiss “That’s my girl,” and you nearly came right then and there.

Soon, his movements began to speed up, thrusts becoming messier, and you knew he was near his peak. Truth be told, you were surprised he’d lasted this long at his age, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Clutching your flanks, he pushed himself up to press against your chest and you wrapped your arms around him, twisting your fingers into the back of his dress shirt.

“Sweetheart, I’m close,” he huffed. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you answered without hesitation. “Please, please, inside.”

Jimmy choked out a laugh. “Don’t have to convince me, sugar.”

Upon hearing the pet name, you clenched your walls involuntarily and whimpered.

“C’mon, you can’t–can’t do that…” he groaned. “Ya like being called sugar, huh?”

You couldn’t summon up a reply, nearing your own climax.

Jimmy, seeming to sense your proximity, snaked a hand down to your cunt and quickly located your clit, rubbing in small circles with the callused pad of his thumb to match the speed of his thrusts.

His touch sent a jolt up your spine and you squealed, to which he let out a hoarse chuckle in your ear. “Feels good?”

“Fuck, Jimmy, yeah. Please, please, I’m close…”

“Me too, kid. Just… a little… more…”

He increased the intensity of his ministrations on your clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure through your body, sending you soaring over the precipice of an orgasm. Tremors rached your body, radiating outward from the source of your pleasure, where Jimmy was still circling his thumb. You cried out a string of expletives, sagging against him when the pleasure started to seep out of your system.

Jimmy wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was coming, clutching your waist in a bruising grip as his seed flooded your insides. He released a shuddering breath and let his forehead fall against your shoulder, collapsing back into the still-undulating massage chair. Your ragdoll form fell with him. The two of you caught your breath in silence, listening to the slowing beats from within each other’s chests, slowly descending from your intense highs.

Slowly, you lifted yourself from his hips, his length slipping out of you followed by globules of white, collecting in little puddles on his soft stomach. You stared at his juices for a moment, then experimentally swiped a finger across them and stuck it in your mouth, sucking to evaluate the flavor.

Salty, bitter. Run of the mill. Except, his had a hint of sweetness, an aftertaste that bloomed after a few moments in your mouth. Interesting.

Your gaze raised, and you realized he’d looked up from your shoulder. His eyes were trained firmly on the finger in your mouth, and his pupils were blown as wide as the sun.

“Jesus, where have you been all my life,” he wondered aloud, then screwed his face up in that cute way you’d observed earlier at the bar, his mouth disappearing into a crooked line. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”

You giggled tiredly, grabbing a towel from a nearby table to wipe up the cooling cum on his skin, then collected it from your own leaking hole.

He smiled lazily, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “If I were twenty years younger and in shape, I would suggest we go another round.”

You set the rag aside and pressed a kiss to his lips, sweet and lingering. He leaned into it, corners of his lips turning up against yours.

“I would have to agree,” you said, pulling away and trailing a hand across his jaw. He gazed up at you with those hooded blue eyes, gentle adoration practically radiating. “But I’d like to get cleaned up. I don’t want this salon looking like a crime scene when the ladies come back in tomorrow.”

Jimmy clucked his tongue. “You’re right. Bathroom’s down the hall on the right.”

You reluctantly hauled yourself off his chest and headed to the bathroom, legs sore from the intense upwards-downwards movement you’d sustained for the past fifteen minutes.

When you returned, Jimmy was finished tidying up the salon and waiting awkwardly outside the door to his room slash office. He wiggled a pile of clothes he had clutched in one hand.

“Change of clothes, ah, if you want them. You don’t have to stay, of course, I can call a taxi, or go back to the bar and get my car–”

“I’d like to stay,” you replied, taking the clothes from him with a peck. “Thank you.”

Snug in the law firm t-shirt and worn sweatpants he’d lent you, you watched as he set up his room’s nighttime configuration, tittering in amusement at the soft curses he let out when the futon mattress got stuck on the frame. Once he’d set the bed up, fretting abundantly about which side would be more comfortable and which pillow you might prefer, the two of you crawled in and you slotted yourself against his side, resting a hand on his broad chest.

From this position, you could peer up at him and meet his pretty blue eyes, and he could see you staring.

“See something you like, kid?” he yukked, half asleep.

“Mmhm,” you said. “Your eyes. I’ve been looking at them all night. They’re beautiful.”

Taken aback, Jimmy blushed. “Can’t tell you I’ve heard that before. Maybe it’s why I get all the ladies.”

“It’s how you got this lady,” you teased.

“What, that wasn’t my incessant charm or stunning fashion sense?”

“No, but that might have been a small part. The eyes were most of it,” you said, drawling the ends of your sentences as your brain urged you into drowsiness.

“Hm. Good to know,” Jimmy conceded, and the two of you fell into a sleepy lull.

You heard his heartbeat slow, pumping steadily against his chest, and the sound drifted you safely into contented oblivion.

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Could I request jimmy mcgill comforting gn!reader who’s going through a bit of a hard time? Maybe some nsfw gentle dom jimmy?

Thank you sm your fics give me LIFE 💕

combining w/ this ask. took a few liberties w/ this hope that's ok :3 basically jimmy tries to be sexy and fumbles the landing momentarily

warning: humiliation/degradation, the tiniest bit of hurt/comfort

"That's it. So good. Oh, you're so good to me, kid."

Jimmy McGill could not shut his mouth to save his life. No matter the time or place, he always had something to say. He couldn't keep his thoughts to himself.

You didn't mind. In fact, you loved it. You loved hearing him talk, even when he was just rambling about nothing in particular. His voice was a beat that you couldn't help but jam to, especially when he was singing your praise with his cock deep inside you, a metronome tapping a steady rhythm.

Jimmy could tell you were enjoying yourself. His words seemed to make you squirm even more than his body did. Instinct told him to keep talking, for the love of god, keep talking. "You like that? You like hearing my voice? Well, lucky for you, baby, I got a lot on my mind. Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it." Before he continued, he pulled you in for a kiss.

Your tongues intertwined as his hips snapped into you, the bed squeaking as accompaniment. You tugged his thinning hair for encouragement, a wordless signal for God, yes, keep fucking talking.

Jimmy broke the kiss first to catch his breath and continue his monologue. "Oh you're so tight... so wet. You have no idea how good you feel, sweetheart." He caressed your cheek and smiled, looking right at you to make sure his words made their mark. "Jeez, you're so good at this. You must do this a lot, huh? You get a lot of practice? I bet you do. Dirty little slut."

You froze. What? What did he just call you? Your moans and movement ceased as you stared up at him, wide eyes with tears threatening to spill.

Jimmy's heart broke. He panicked and scrambled to take it back. "Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Did you not like that?! I won't do that again, I'm sorry. I'll shut up, I'll shut up-"

"N-No, It's fine! I, uh... I've never been called that before. I kinda like it..." You gave him a hesitant smile.

Jimmy sighed, almost groaned, in relief. "Oh, thank God! Phew! I thought I blew it there for a second." He laughed it off, and let the nerves settle before he got back into character. "So, you like that, then? You like getting called a slut?"

You nodded, your smile growing to full size. "Mhm..."

"Well, then..." He slammed his hips into you again, pushing your back into an arch and your voice into a higher octave than you thought you could reach, "I'll be sure to fuck you like one, you whore."

[hohawjunglemama]

"Right. So ... so you were always like this."

[hohawjunglemama]

Bob Odenkirk as Jimmy McGill Better Call Saul

[hohawjunglemama]

i wanna smoke a bong w/ jimmy mcgill and ride him on the couch 🥺 tell me he would not moan like a bitch while you bounce on his lap ur wrong + ratio. also he’s definitely the type of man to say “fuck me” while you ride him

running his hands under ur shirt bc you feel so good he just has to touch you 🥺 ur so warm and soft and wet and you look so fucking cute he just cant believe he gets to do this with you

alsooo if ur high ur more sensitive so what if he cums more than usual and it just feels so hot and full inside you

what if you cockwarm him and keep smoking what fucking then

[hohawjunglemama]

can i request nsfw saul goodman x gender neutral reader? I’m thinking the reader is his assistant or something like that. It can be a story or headcanons it’s up to you. Thanks! ❤️

gonna do hcs bc i wanted to make sure to get this done for u 😘

you could have the most impeccable resume in the world or you could have "pwease hire me 🥺" scribbled in crayon on a mcdonald's napkin. if saul thinks you're hot, you're hired.

yes, he's going to try to make moves. yes, they're going to be cringe.

in true slippin' jimmy fashion i see him having a lot of "accidents" on the job to try to get what he wants

"oh noooo im so sorry i spilled coffee all over your brand new shirt! clumsy me :(" *ogles your chest all day*

*bumps into you while he's carrying a comically large stack of papers* "aw man! help me pick these up, will ya? gotta make sure we get these in order." *"accidentally" brushes your ass while reaching behind you*

call him a pervert/dirty old man after he tries something. he's into it.

i can see this becoming a fun dynamic where you'd tease back >:3c wearing VERY risqué outfits to work and always making sure to have one extra button undone, swaying your hips a little extra as you walk. "oopsie i dropped my pen! lemme just stick my entire ass in your face bend over and pick it up 😏"

one day you come in wearing a particularly slutty outfit and sit on his desk to discuss a case. he'd be staring up at your exposed skin for long enough that eventually he'd get fed up with the formalities and shoot you straight.

"look, kid, let's cut the bullshit. are we doing this or not?"

"doing what, mr. goodman? i have nooo idea what you're talking about."

"come on, yes you do," he'd stand up from his desk and put his hands on your hips, "walking in here dressed like that, climbing on my desk and practically giving me a lap dance? that's what we call 'leading the witness', sweetheart."

and then y'all would fuck nasty in his office during breaks 😌

he loves doing it on/at his desk. his absolute favorite is when you're bent over the top of it and he's taking you from behind.

definitely an exhibitionist. his office is soundproof but i bet he'd love to flirt with the idea of getting caught. ESPECIALLY if you're being a brat.

"oh, you wanna act up right now? maybe i should just turn on the intercom and let the good people of albuquerque hear what a whore you really are."

he will ABSOLUTELY tease you under the desk in front of clients because he likes seeing you squirm.

he's either really lovey dovey with aftercare (cuddling, smooching your face, petting your hair, telling you how good you were) or he's immediately back in business mode.

you'd be slumped over drooling on his desk with his cum leaking out of you and he just taps you on the shoulder. "hey, space cadet, when you get back down from orbit, you think you can put your pants back on? we got a line of people waiting outside."

[hohawjunglemama]

SAUL GOODMAN DATING HEADCANONS

( includes: what it's like with your boyfriend, free mani-pedis, and more !! )

arguing with him over dumb shit is how you pass the time (he's a lawyer, he's got showmanship, it'll be entertaining- he promises!!

like having your nails painted? He's your guy!

would rather you ask for a manicure than a pedicure

he isn't good at neither (he's okay at best) but he has old knees and would rather not pop a disc bending over

a sucker for being pulled into a kiss by the tie

unbutton the first two buttons of his dress shirt while you kiss him and he'll fall in love with you all over again

expect to be spoiled ROTTEN when he comes back from a successful case

luxury brands, fancy chocolate, anything- he'll get it for you (and you don't even have to say please)

your comfort and happiness is his priority, nothing else

has this mindset because he's head over heels for you, but also because he's scared you'll leave him if he doesn't dote on you 24/7

he's good at convincing people that they're innocent, but he isn't that good in convincing himself that you love him for him (and you do) (he just needs you to remind him of that)

when he's tired, that's when all of his emotions from the day spill out

would probably drag you into bed with him if you weren't in there by the time he gets home

he'll rest his head in the crook of your neck and murmur about the crazy shit he gets into daily

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random thoughts... saul fingering you while hes on call with someone ... placing his hand tightly over your mouth to shut you up ... dhdjhejshrntg..f..g.. getting bent over that damn desk and him taking his tie off to choke you with it ...

>:333

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anatomical terms:

"We're sorry we missed you! Saul Goodman and Associates is out to lunch. Leave your name and phone number at the tone, and we will return your call before the end of the business day. Thank you!"

If anyone were to contact the office between 1-2PM, Monday-Friday, that's the message they would be greeted with. Guaranteed. That was when Saul took his lunch break. During that time, he'd eat out and get whatever he was craving: burgers, Mexican, Thai, you. That last one was his favorite.

You were laying down flat against his desk, legs dangling over the edge, with Saul nestled between them as he ate you out. Your hand grasped at strands of his thinning hair and guided his movements. He appreciated the help, but he didn't need it. He knew what he was doing, and what he was doing was a great job.

Hs firm hands and thin lips brought you up to the precipice of an orgasm. You begged for release in the soundproof office. "Saul... Saul, please... so... so close... God, fuck, please... Please!"

Surprisingly, the next thing you heard was not your own voice shrieking in ecstasy, but that of a telephone screeching for attention. You both froze in place, your climax shot down and reduced to rubble.

Saul pulled off of you and groaned, his mouth quite literally dripping wet. "Son of a bitch..." He stood up, brushed himself off, and leaned over you to hit the intercom button. "Francesca! What time is it?"

A flat, no-nonsense voice came through the other side. "2:04" was all it had to say.

"Oops! Sorry, lost track of time there. Thanks HT!"

"Don't call me tha-"

Click.

Saul silenced her dissent by releasing the button. He sat back in his chair and grabbed the ringing phone, one of many piled up in his drawer. Holding the cell in one hand, he beckoned you over and slapped his thigh with the other. A silent cue for you to take your seat.

You slid off the desk and propped yourself on his lap. He flipped the phone open and finagled it between his shoulder and his ear to keep both of his hands free. "Thank you for calling Saul Goodman! What can I do for ya?" He answered with perfect poise and nonchalance as he wrapped his arms around you and groped your chest.

The voice on the other end was frantic, low, and gravelly. You didn't hear specific words, just tone. Saul rolled his eyes as it spoke, lazily dragging one of his hands lower and lower, until it rested between your legs. "I see... That sounds very troubling." He answered with mock sympathy as he pressed his fingers inside you again.

You threw your head back and moaned, probably for a fraction of a second before Saul slapped his hand over your mouth. "Quiet. You just sit back, relax, and let me handle this, okay? I don't need your input."

The party on the other line must have heard something, because Saul's response was more anxious. "Oh! Nothing, nothing, don't worry. Now, let me check my schedule and I'll see where I can fit you in." He twisted and turned his fingers inside you, stretching you out, probably making sure you could fit him in. "Hm... looks like it's gonna be a tight squeeze..." He emphasized those words by pushing up into your g-spot and making your legs tremble, "...buuut I can get you in tomorrow at 4. Would that work for you, Walt?"

His voice stopped for a moment to let "Walt" speak; his fingers didn't do the same. Regardless of who "Walt" was and what he needed, it wasn't as important as this. At least, to you two it wasn't. "Walt" was shouting into the phone like he might burst a blood vessel.

Saul replied incredulously at the mysterious figure's behavior. "What?! Absolutely not! I have a waiting room packed full of clients who need to see me just as much as you do! I'm not your little callboy!" He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "You on the other hand..."

He turned his attention back to the petulant voice shouting in his ear. "Y'know what? I'm done talking about this. Mr. White, I'll see you at 4PM tomorrow and not a moment sooner." He took his hand off your mouth to snap the flip phone shut.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart, now..." He pumped his fingers even faster, priming you for another release. "Let's get back to the task at hand."