#better call saul drabble

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[depressopax]

The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters 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 ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.” 

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” 

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?” 

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t. 

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed. 

“Maybe I like you too?” 

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush. 

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.” 

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim 

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork. 

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly. 

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.” 

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking. 

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…” 

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her. 

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss. 

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.” 

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.” 

“Sure seems like it.” 

He left the car and you had to run after him. 

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.” 

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?” 

He squeezed your shoulder. 

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled. 

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him. 

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.” 

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all. 

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that. 

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place. 

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind. 

“Mike…” 

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.” 

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”  

And then… 

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words. 

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks. 

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice.  “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!” 

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.” 

“Alright… Shoot.” 

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…” 

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this. 

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…” 

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

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Dirty Fingers

"How do you get wet so easily?"

Lalo's fingers curl inside you, quick-motions. You moan against his cheek - just your mouth smashed against the heat of him. The palm of his hand rubs against your clit.

"I could say anything when you're like this and you'd just say yes, huh? Are you just a stupid little whore who only knows how to drool on cock?"

"Uh-huh."

Lalo's fingers pump in faster, deeper. Your toes curl as you struggle to keep jerking his cock. You smudge yourself with his pre-cum.

Lalo, Lalo, Lalo. Say whatever you want to me.

He wipes the spit from your mouth before he's licking your lips.

"What are you gonna when you're done drooling."

"I'll suck you and then you'll...you'll make love to me."

Your breath is warm in the order of your answer and somehow, you manage to press your face against his harder and harsher, as if you'll fall into the skin of him.

"Ah! Lalo."

As his fingers abuse you deep, picking up pace with quickening, filthy squelches.

"You're gonna eat my cum like how you beg me to do?"

"Yes!"

"Do you think of me inside you when I'm not here?"

"Yes, yes-"

His fingers just keep dipping inside deeper and deeper with every long, thick thrust.

"You just think of yourself nice and full of me...and that's all you think about, right? Just this over and over - cause you're just a whore in this house."

"Yes. Yes! All the time-"

And you just moan into Lalo's other hand when he stuffs his dry, untouched fingers past your lips. You suck as you swear it's your body trying to take his pumps in further.

"Don't bite-" Lalo stops for a groan when you try and pump his cock faster, as you can't help yourself with his fingers coiling and flexing inside the walls of you.

You kiss him mindlessly, weakly. Over and over. Lalo's head lifts with his eyes shut.

"...Don't - don't bite them off."

[bizarrebaby]

Backstitch | Nacho Varga/Reader

Pairing: Nacho/Reader Warnings: none. its a little spicy. Summary: Nacho is helping you learn how to sew.

“You’ve got the bobbin the wrong way around,” Nacho remarks evenly, having to suppress the urge to just quickly put it right for you. You’re supposed to be learning. 

“It matters?” You mutter, taking it out from the bed of the machine and turning it around. You pout when you concentrate— it’s cute. 

“Yes it matters, chiquita. Direction is everything in sewing.” Anyone else might not be able to see the subtle smile playing on his lips. You smile back. 

“Sorry— I must not be a very good student, huh?”

“Nah,” he scoffs, “you’re quick. Pretty soon you won’t need me anymore…. And even if you weren’t, I don’t mind,” he hums with a quick kiss to your temple. “It’s nice, you know? Having someone to teach this to.”

Nacho takes a lot of pride in the skill he has with his hands. You know that all too well. But he can really talk to cartel guys about fucking sewing. He’s been getting shit about that since he was a kid. 

“You think if things had been a little different… if you’d never been a part of the game. You would’ve wanted to take over the family business?” He mulls it over, like he’s done lots of times before. 

“Whether I wanted to or not— it’s what I would’ve done. It’s what you do, as a son. I dunno.”

“Well, if we still met in that world, I would’ve been happy to do it with you. Not that I’d be any good at leatherwork— I can barely handle linen,” you snort, laying another set of sewn squares onto your little pile of imperfect puzzle pieces. Ignacio stares at you for what feels like forever, and not long enough at all. 

“You got a good eye, though. You know colors,” he says a little lamely, quick to speak up again when you start to laugh. “I mean it! What was that color you said my shirt was the other day?”

“Prussian blue,” you say with your teeth showing through your smile. 

“See? I don’t know shit like that… you would’ve been great. Would’ve made my papà so proud.” You take your foot off of the pedal of the machine, turning to kiss him. He meets you, suddenly open mouthed and hungry after a few moments against your lips. You push him to lie back on the couch. 

Nacho smiles, sparks in his eyes and running through his hands as he moves them over your body. “Ai— what about your quilt?”

“We live in fucking New Mexico. The quilt can wait.”

[purplelupins]

What Kind of Man

|Better Call Saul|

Lalo Salamanca x fem!reader

Summery: Reader waits for Lalo to come home and takes the feeling between her thighs into her own hands…and gets a surprise.

Warnings: daddy kink(word papi used, but not daddy) sort of pet play, ownership of a person, use of a person as payment for a debt, fingering, obedient reader, older man/ younger woman, obsessive Lalo, possessive Lalo, unhealthy relationship dynamics

Notes: Look I was messy as hell and talking to my friend and she gave me a prompt to get my horny out and this happened. Enjoy!

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There was a stillness to the air that made your skin feel akin to static charged velvet. You mind spun and dragged simultaneously leaving your chest feeling uncomfortable and tight. You watched the clock on the wall as it ticked to 4:17 pm; it had been nine hours since you had seen that enigmatic menace of a man who kept you as his.

There was a certain kind of fear he inflicted in those around him- a predisposition of sorts that he had. You had always supposed part of it came from his last name, but you knew that was barely it at all. No, Lalo Salamanca didnt need his last name to drive horror and anxiety into the hearts of even those close to him. All he needed was his unmatched charm to mask his lack of remorse and a gun to sit comfortably in his rough hands.

And while you too used to feel that uncomfortable edge in his presence, you loved those hands of his- blood on them or not…figuratively or not.

The clock ticked again.

You sighed. He was usually home by then…he’d have you wrapped in his arms, sat at his desk on his lap or beside him in his car with his hand on your thigh.

But not today. You didn’t like to think about how quickly that man had shouldered his way into your heart and mind; it made you feel weak. But if having Lalo as the man to care for you meant you were weak…so be it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t give you what you wanted. He did, mostly. All he asked for in return was your simple obedience. To Lalo, however, obedience did not just mean “do as I say”…it was a lifestyle. It was about loyalty.

Should you ever get taken, you were to be killed rather than betray Lalo Salamanca.

Should anyone ever attempt to lay a hand on you, violent or sexual, you are to remain loyal to Lalo Salamanca.

Should your life be in danger with Lalo by your side, you are to listen to only the words of Lalo Salamanca.

You were his, and he took his role very seriously. Lalo didn’t take your relationship lightly. He might have laughed about you being practically a pet when someone made a comment, but that night said person wound up dead. You were a contract, and he intended to maintain his end.

If you did this, he let you feel as if he held the world in his palm for you. His little princessa.

The thought alone had you clench your thighs as you wandered back through the house to your room.

The soft mattress dipped under you as you laid down.

You missed him. You always missed him.

“Lalo…lalo…laalo.” You murmured his name to yourself, trying out difference sounds as a distraction.

It wasn’t your fault you belonged to a man like him, but you did belong to him, and keeping yourself entertained was a part of it.

You missed his brown eyes that glittered even in the darkest rooms. You missed his scent that would engulf you; his arms that held you or braced him above you as he slipped inside you…

Your cheeks began to burn as you thought of the man. It wasn’t as if he kept you under lock and key…you had plenty of space to roam within the compound, but you missed his company that would bring the place to life. You swore even the birds chirped louder when he was there- they were his too. Everything was his.

You placed your hands on your stomach, and played with the fabric of your sun dress. It was a pretty little yellow one Lalo had brought you one night after being away longer than usual. You thought about what he had done to you after you had opened the box…you had had to wash the entire bed spread that night.

As your mind wandered you felt a familiar warmth begin to burn in your lower tummy, right under your belly button. You could feel your clit begin to pulse as if on instinct as you thought of the man who owned you. Your hand began to wander down your stomach to your hips where you drew up your dress around your waist; your finger trancing the top of your sweet little white panties that were now almost transparent with how much you were soaking them.

The image of Lalo leaning over you entered your mind, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped your hand under the waistband. You gasped as you traced around your clit- already so sensitive. It was a mindless movement to slip your hand further down to your slit, which was now a soaked mess. You mewled in the quiet room, your hips bucking up into your hand as your other one squeezed your breast and smoothed down your stomach. Every touch sending your skin alight, your muscles twitching.

You eased your finger inside your cunt, and whined sadly at how poorly it filled you. Trying to add a second one did almost nothing to satisfy-

“Look at what we have here…”

You bolted up and withdrew your hands from yourself like you were a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Lalo was already fully seated in a chair across the room, his eyes bright and playful. You noted a few splashes of blood that were now turning brown on his yellow shirt. No wonder he was in a good mood.

You hoped he noticed you had chosen to match him after he left that morning. The colour of sunshine.

“Don’t stop for me, pretend-“ he got up, dragging the chair with him and spun it, “-like I’m not even here, niña.” He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back that now sat against his chest, leaning forward to gaze at you intently.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your body ached to jump into his arms to soak in his warmth; the worst part was he knew it. He knew you wanted to get yourself drunk on his scent. He knew you wanted him to make you cum, wanted him to murmur filth into your ears. But you had touched yourself without him, and he wasn’t about to let you off the hook instantly.

“Off you go.” He nodded his head, eyes alight and smile dangerous.

You nodded and sat up on the pillows, the setting sun had turned the room orange, and you suddenly felt so much warmer; perhaps his honeyed gaze had something to do with it.

Who were you kidding? Of course those eyes had something to do with it.

They had everything to do with it.

Those fucking eyes were why you were where you were in the first place. After he had hooked you with those eyes months ago, all he had had to do was flash you that smile of his and you had been done for, whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t as if you had a choice, but his charm had defibeky made the transition much easier.

If it hadn’t been for your father owing Lalo money, you wouldn’t be there. If Lalo hadn’t brought up what a pretty little thing you were; if your father hadn’t jumped at the chance to settle the debt with you in place of the cash…you would have still been in your own home. Hell you might not have been alive if you father put off paying Lalo back another week.

Your gaze met his as you slipped your hand back under your soaked panties and he tutted you.

“Ah, ah…show me.” He said, pointing to the fabric covering you. The older man’s scolding tone made your head dizzy with the need to please him.

You obediently moved them to the side so he could see you fuck your fingers back inside yourself. The feeling just wasn’t the same without him…but having any touch there was better than none. Your breathing began to get heavier, and a shiver ran up your spine when you noticed his did too.

Your fingers spread you open as you fought to pleasure yourself; you barely reached your gspot, making you buck up into your palm to gain some friction on your clit. The little touch had you gasping after teasing yourself so much, but it wasn’t enough. Evidently your creased brows and pout were enough for Lalo to know exactly what torture you were experiencing.

“Nothing like papi’s cock, is it?” He rumbled, pupils blow wide. Lalo liked seeing you whimpering for his touch; not that be needed the validation, it was simply amusing to him.

You shook your head, but didn’t dare stop. Lalo smirked, and slowly stood, walking around to where you laid and sat beside you. His stare had you entranced as he took your wrist and pulled your fingers from your cunt, and brought them to his mouth. Your lips parted as he sucked your slick off, his warm tongue gently lapping.

“How about I show you how to do it, pequeña? You’d like that, hm?” He murmured casually, as if his large, calloused hand wasn’t already pushing your thighs apart even more.

You nodded. “Y-yes please, Pa-Papi. Please.” The voice that came from you was barely a squeak.

He grinned, and held the index and middle fingers of his left hand up to your mouth, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you welcomed them into your mouth, lapping at them like you would a lollipop or other candy. Lalo took his hand from your lips and leaned over you as he dipped his hand under your panties; the heat from his large hand made you twitch into his palm, and he chuckled at your neediness.

“Look at you…all ready for me.” His voice had gained an edge to it as he stroked through your soaked folds.

“How’s that, niña?” He purred, breathing in your air as he began to weigh down on you, enjoying how you bucked your hips while he swirled his finger around your already swollen clit.

You tried your best to get a sound out but the most you could get out was a whine and a very breathy “G-good…”. Lalo grinned wider, and leaned down to lick into your mouth as he continued to play with your aching cunt like a little toy. The older man could feel you begin to quiver and shake. He inscreased the pressure his finger had on you and steadily mapped out your entire cunt like his thick cock wasn’t straining painfully in his jeans. Leisurely. Slowly.

An intense pressure began to build inside you where the heat used to be, and you began pawing at his shoulders. Lalo sunk down onto you, his chest against yours as he continued to tongue-fuck your mouth. “Such a good girl…feels good, huh?” He rasped, his accent coming thicker and thicker as he began to lose his composure.

You nodded and whined helplessly while that scolding hot coil inside you tightened like a vice. Strangling your insides.

“Cum for me…make papi proud, niña.” The older man eased his index finger inside you, and stroked your gspot effortlessly as he filled you, and before you could nod frantically, you were seeing stars. Your moan was swallowed into his throat as you clenched around him impossibly tight, rabbiting your hips up to fuck your self on his thick finger. “That’s it…there you go…atta girl.” He murmured pressing his hard cock against your thigh absentmindedly.

You cried out as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm, your cum drenching his hand. Then, as your whines settled, he stopped his movements, and pulled away from you. You didn’t even hear him start to unbuckle his belt. “Now why don’t you keep those legs open so papi can feel good too, hm?” He rumbled against you.

All you could do was nod.

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[slamminslamminmcgill]

OH WORD U TAKE PROMPTS??? time to thinly veil my self-indulgence

so. i've had the recurring thought of saul taking the reader by the hair-- dragging them around, picking them up, grabbing on while plowing from behind, BUT THEN also playing with the reader's hair in public just to make them think of all the times he's had a fistful of those locks

FUCKYESFUCYKYESFUCKYES THATS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! he totally would pavlov you like that and he’d love exploiting you 🥺🥺🥺 esp at the worst possible times like the two of you are in a meeting with a client and he just nonchalantly reaches over and brushes your hair out of your face while you’re talking and you gasp. oml you would NEVERRR hear the end of it 😭

alsoooooo saul dragging you by your hair over to his desk and slamming you down on it……. ur fucking MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i def think he has a thing for messing ur hair up

[mysticalmallard]

I'm feeling in a creative mood today, so send in drabble requests to my ask box.

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[samcrosfaith]

Most people voted for yes, which means I'm giving it a try! Kinda nervous now 😅. If you have a request, SOA and BCS/BrBa fandom only, leave it in my ask box and if you have specific wishes (look/name/storyline/etc for the character) just let me know. I'm a bit busy at the moment and want to finish three of my fanfics first before I start working on the requests, so it can take a while before they get published. Also, let me know if you want it to be a drabble (100 words) or a one shot (between 500 and 2000 words). 🤎☀️

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[depressopax]

Hi!!! if it's okay (and if your request is still open) I was wondering if I could request a fluff scenario for Jimmy McGill? :D where he gets all soft and loving sjdjdj can be both sfw and nsfw ... thank you !! ♡

Thank you for the request!!! <3 Been meaning to write about Jimmy for quite a while, so this was the perfect sign to do it lmaooo I was gonna do a NSFW too but realized that the SFW version was at 1K word already 💀 Will do a part 2 tho!  Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons 🥹🫶

Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): None that I can think off?? Cuss words maybe, slightly angsty Jimmy lol. Reader is gender-neutral and referred to as "partner" and gn!pet-names. Words: 1.1K Summary: Being in a relationship with Jimmy McGill would include... 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 || NSFW version ||

Jimmy is not good at figuring out his feelings.

That’s why it took him a while to realize he’d fallen in love with you. 

It’d take some time for him to accept what he’s feeling though.

Homeboy would be in denial at first. He’s scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etc…

But he’d show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.

We’re talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and that’s not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS 👀) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when you’re around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasing 

Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. “...Do you like me, Jimmy?” “What?? I-” … “Yes. I do.”

Once it’s said and done, he eventually asks you out on a date.

Listen… Jimmy may be overconfident, especially when it comes to his seduction skills

However, there’s something about you that makes him nervous.

What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.

That’s why he plans a date weeks ahead, trying to make everything perfect

He tries figuring out what you like and dislike so he can use that to make a good impression. 

He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmy’s wallet 😭)

The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.

After a few dates, Jimmy realizes he’s fallen for you.

At first he tries to hide it. He doesn’t want to come across as “desperate” or “needy”. 

But then again… He’s not good at hiding his true feelings.

Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real. 

He was the first one to say “I love you”, and did so without realizing it.

You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: “Bye, love ya!” Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.

When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief. 

After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.

He won’t shut up about you. Like ever. 

“So then my partner said…” “My partner brought me this shirt!” “I’m taking my babe out on a date tonight” And everyone else will eventually be like: 😐”Shut up”😐

He’ll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused “You’re married?” “I will be soon” 🤭

Jimmy’s a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably “cringe” but that won’t stop him 

Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (😭)

He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.

Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable. 

Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match. 

He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc… He’s one of those guys 😭

He has a picture of you standing on the desk in his office, as a way to carry the sweetheart with him all the time. 

…And also to brag about you to anyone that enters his office (but he puts the picture away when dealing with some of his unpredictable clients, homeboy is overprotective)

Speaking of being overprotective: He deals with a lot of shady people, so he’s very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.

He prioritizes your safety over anything else. 

Ofc he’s scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure you’re safe first off. 

If danger comes up, he’d make sure to find somewhere safe for you to stay whilst he deals with it.

He would go so far as hiring a bodyguard for you tbh.

Being with him might be a struggle too

Homeboy is a bit unpredictable and impulsive

Doing stupid things is his speciality- 😭

No but literally, you’ll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.

“I was just gonna-” “No.” “But…” “Jimmy, no.” 

Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. But you love him either ways. <3

He also likes talking shit about people with you *cough* probably Howard *cough* - sure, a bit rude - but he finds it hilarious lol 

Lot of in-jokes between you and him

Jimmy is a daydreamer and is easily distracted

Especially by you.

He sometimes gets stuck thinking about you when doing boring work.

Until Francesca tells him to pull himself together lmao

Jimmy spends all possible time together with you. 

He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed. 

He finds time to spend with you. Last thing he wants is for you to feel like he cares more about work than he does for you.

If you’re adventurous and like being outdoors, he does too.

But honestly? He prefers cuddling at home and watching movies with you.

He is not a good chef, so he buys a lot of food from restaurants and brings it home if you’ve had a long day at work.

He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too. 

Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics… You name it. He loves spoiling you. 

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but hear me out… Home-spa dates 👀

He did use to have his office at a nail salon, so he knows his way around those things

If you allow him to, he likes painting your nails - with him choosing the color

Like I said, Jimmy enjoys cuddling you.

He has a lot of feelings, traumas etc pent up, which he dares to let out around you.

He has learnt that he can be vulnerable with you and not get judged, which he appreciates.

That’s why he loves coming home to you after a long day and simply resting in your arms.

He prefers being the little spoon - to feel protected and loved by you. <3

To summarize: It might take him a while to put the pieces together and actually confess his feelings for you - but once he does he spends every day letting you know how much you mean to him.

I just remembered why I love Jimmy sm AHHH he deserves love and happiness <3<3 Part 2 soon!

[richeeduvie]

Lalo being horny and fucking obsessed with Princesa 😍🥰

Rounds

NSFW DRABBLE: 18PLUS - Smut, breeding kink, descriptions of cum and blood. feet stuff? Accidently hurt!Reader. Princesa cries and Lalo's horny about it, and also guilty. What a mix.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

You were drunk before you were out of it. With how Lalo fucks you deep.

Sleepy in how unsober you were.

"I can't wait for you to go fully grey. Don't tell me I said that when I'm not drunk."

He didn't do much with humor as you stumbled and mumbled in words, but you weren't going to be the one to notice how...heavily Lalo took to staring at you in the dark and silence. How much he would blame you for how you moved your hips on his lap. But you really were trying to find a good way to sleep on him.

You think, if he keeps fucking you, you'll fall asleep with his cock inside you. You don't think he'll stop stretching you out, making you leak.

It's wet, fast sounds of his balls slamming into you. Everything's messy. Maybe you'd be worried about the mess if you weren't whimpering, head thrown back. If he could just keep fucking you like this forever.

No, making love. Lalo finds it cute when you call it making love, if you're brave enough to refer to sex when you're not having it - even when his fingers are digging into you.

It's the third, or fourteenth position you've been in. You don't know, but you're sure you were kneeling at some point, your face is sticky with dried cum. But so is your stomach, so you'll just assume you've been fucked into nothing for the past hour or so.

Lalo's done with the dirty talk, the degradation you think. At least for now, he's keeping to heavy, even breathing with the sweat of his forehead pressed to yours.

You breathe your whimpers into Lalo, legs crossed and drawn up to your stomach as he leans over. It's a sharp pain along your neck with how his thumb presses in the jab of the throat. And the nape. But it feels beautiful. You're full again and again with how he fucks himself into you, his cock stretching you out with every quick, impossible thrust.

"There's nowhere you can go. Nowhere you can go."

Lalo's hips move into you, pressing his palm flat over your stomach.

Right where he wants to be. His little whore can just stay in this bed for the rest of her life. She don't need anything else. You're simple like that. His simple, perfect Princesa.

He's gonna fuck little Salamanca into you, make nowhere to go something even more true.

It's like he's saying to himself as his thumb runs over your belly button.

"Lalo."

Your toes curl and you clench down on Lalo's cock as he lifts himself from the lean over. He uncrosses your legs from your stomach, drawing them up to place your feet on his chest. Your knees are bent together, the way his cock feels inside you hits your used insides softer, but longer in the stroke.

He just needs more of this, more of Princesa. More of Princesa. More bebés to put inside of you so you don't go anywhere. But you wouldn't, you love him too much. You love him too much that you can't even say it - his shy whore of a woman he fucks.

More of Princesa.

Lalo's palm engulfs your knee, pushing your thighs into your stomach and breasts as his another hand comes up to his lips. He licks his thumb, your eyes only widen in only just realizing the shiny and white, thick coat of his seed comes to his tongue.

"I don't know how you drink that down, Princesa."

Lalo tilts his head back when you squeeze around his cock.

"You just like it so much, huh? Could drink it all day."

He wipes your cheek and presses his thumb to your lips. You suck, he coos. Your body jerks with a whining keen, but it's impossible to move with how he has your body against his. His thrusts slip in and out of you at a brutal pace that kills every thought that isn't how much you need this - how much of that little whore you are. You'll be every name in the book if it means Lalo will let you suck his thumb with his cock stretching you out.

It's a salty, warm taste on your tongue as you suck mindlessly. You feel something like that on the other end. A wet, warm tongue harsh on your toes.

Your heart, your body feels like a stupid-worn smile. But you do smile dazily. Stupidly - with every breath coming louder. One hot, big hand holds your knee, the other on your ankle before he stuffs your mouth with his thumb again. He sucks on your foot with his cock growing thicker inside you, every thrust in the deepest, wettest parts of your body.

More.

This is just where you belong, stretched and fucked out on Lalo's cock as he takes care of you. He's taking care of you. He's the handsomest man and he's so warm, his cock feels so good on your insides that you clench as tight as you think you can. You moan, whimper it out with the bite of your lip. More. Lalo's taking care of you. His tongue, his cock, his hands - it feels perfect in the heat of your body.

Your thigh tremble, the heat inside you boils low. Your body is begging for his cum again. And it will again when he spurts inside of you.

But then...even in how out of it you are with a dazy-stupid smile, Lalo's teeth becomes the thumb and finger bruising your neck. It's a focused sucking. There's no tease.

But something familiar comes with how he unfurls - how Lalo fucks you harder, pulling out and thrusting back in, the sounds filthy as he slams into you fast, sharp, but full pain at the hilt of your pussy. You moan long and low and press your thighs further into your stomach and breasts for when you cum on Lalo.

You bite down, whimpering.

Lalo bites down too and at first, it's not enough to get you sober. It's more of something to make your head roll and feel small, his submissive nothing of a person. His person. You can't be anything else.

But he's fucking your through his orgasm, hot and cum spurting into you as his teeth come down on your toes harsher - longer. No air in his mouth, just a wet bite.

Filling up your belly. More. Fucking whore. Perfect Princesa.

You're in need, in survival sorts of an aftermath for him to kiss you.

"Lal-"

But Lalo bites down.

"Ow!"

Even with you pulling your foot away in pain, it's like that strikes something in Lalo - you don't know what, it's just your foot.

...Your bleeding foot he can't let go of. He pulls you to his body, pressing you into his softening cock with aggression. Not knowing, you don't think? But you don't think.

You were taken care of and now...you're bleeding. It hurts.

Why did he do that?

"Lalo. It hurts."

You watch as Lalo blinks himself open. He stares at the red, the broken skin that stings. It hurts. You watch through this blurriness before you realize it's hot tears.

"Lalo."

"...Princesa. What did you do?"

...What?

"What?"

"...You were too pretty tonight, sweet girl. Your guy's sorry - what did I do to your poor little toes?"

You flinch at the sting when Lalo tries to manage the small, bleeding wound on your foot. It's sore. And he bit you.

"Lalo, why'd you do that?"

"I just-" You wipe your eyes, tears coming quicker. "Princesa, I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't stain your cheeks, I'll take care of you...I got like you for a second. I'm just stronger, hm?"

Lalo doesn't know he's like a shark to her blood, he doesn't know that goes up against the way his guilt sits hot in his chest - in the pit of his body. He didn't hurt you. He means...he did, but he was just too all over your pretty toes. He got caught up. The guy is sure he's allowed to be a fool sometimes.

That doesn't stop him from breathing hard when you try to leave him. Leave him hurt, where he can't take care of what he did to you.

"I have to clean it-"

"I'll clean it. I'll take care of you. I..."

Lalo holds your ankle up against his chest. You swallow in pain and in the silence. When he puts his forehead to your foot, something like being in thought. The hold on your ankle grows tighter.

"You know I didn't mean to hurt you. I wouldn't make you bleed on me unless you asked, Princesa."

"But you did."

Lalo looks up with a quick lift of his head.

His eyes are still, black - but something somehow shifts. It makes you cold in the wet, messy heat.

Lalo, after a long bit of nothing, crosses your calves on your stomach. Your knee presses into your breast as he leans over. You turn your head as he threads his hand on the side of your scalp.

You mm, something like a whine. Pathetic and tired, a half-sort of fight with your arm bent to curl your fist on his pec. Lalo holds you elbow.

"I'll take care of it, sweet girl."

You cry a bit more, eyes small with your lips thin.

You want him to, you want to give in so badly, but it hurts and it's because he got too caught up.

You can't cry without Lalo forcing you to look at him. He leans further, forehead on yours.

"You know I'll take care of my mess. You can stay mad at me all you like - but I'll clean it up, I'll...I'll get you soft."

You mm a denial when he tries to push his thumb past your lips, but he does it anyway. You think he groans something harsh out when your head moves back and forth to miss his finger. But Lalo presses his thumb a shush. It's so wrongfully...

Or rightfully, deservedly soothing. You're not sober enough to be insecure.

"I can't have you denying me, even if I'm being a bastard. But look, you're already feeling better."

Lalo rubs his hand over your hair. Sleepily, you hate to say you are. But then he's whispering things at your ear, his soft cock still inside you with the sting and smell of cold metal fading.

The dried red on his mustache in the morning is enough of a sign that he's taken of you, whether you know it or not.

[onlyalittlebookworm]

i know it’s over (still i cling)

Saul after the breakup.

Read on AO3.

[varganardi]

Drabble [Nacho reading Laura's poetry] Laura: Ya like it?? Nacho, not understanding a word but trying to be a supportive bf: Yes, it's amazing! Laura: So... What do you think it's about...? Nacho: ...Like, winter depression? Laura: Kinda! You didn't understand a word of it, did ya? Nacho: ...No

[anextrapart]

Do they finally go on a honeymoon now after two weddings?

(haven't done one of these in a while, but post-series mcwexler lives on!)

I think they technically do but they don't call it that because they're... them. So it's more like a conveniently timed trip shortly after they get remarried. Jimmy would prefer not to be on a plane (he doesn't like small spaces he can't leave) and they can't decide on one place to go anyway, so they end up taking a road trip. They choose a direction, a couple of big stops they'd like to make along the way, and head out without too much of a plan in mind.

It ends up being the perfect choice. All the time in the car lets Jimmy catch up even more on music from while he was inside. They talk for hours and hours, and just as happily sit quietly for hours. Kim indulges Jimmy's need to stop at random roadside attractions, and makes the call to stop sometimes at scenic outlooks, too. They splurge on some nice places to stay overnight and opt for late check-outs. Kim acquires some new pairs of novelty pajama pants on their stops. They take dozens and dozens of pictures; Jimmy still can't get over how easy it is to take pictures now and will insist on printing a bunch of them out once they get home.

It's perhaps not very romantic by normal standards, but it's very romantic by Kim-and-Jimmy standards. They're so delighted to just exist beside each other that everything feels special.

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send me mcwexler ideas or prompts for after jimmy gets out of jail and I’ll try to write headcanon/fic stuff!

[bettercallroasty]

Someone suggested I try writing since I rp alot and

It's kinda hard but

I wrote something short for Jimmy's birthday, back before him and Ivan were actually a couple. :3

Just gonna post here!

ƒirsτ вirτн∂αy 💌

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Three months into working for 'Saul Goodman' and it already felt as if these two were inseparable. It's not like Ivan approved of whatever it was that Saul was doing, despite having a dirty background himself. The difference between Ivan and Saul was that Saul wasn't cut out for this line of business. Ivan knew this well. He couldn't help but to see something deep inside the silly little lawyer that the general public just missed. It had him feeling some sort of way. Despite all the nonsense, Saul Goodman was someone worth protecting, at least in Ivan's eyes. Saul deserved to be happy and Ivan was going to do his damnedest to make sure he made this man happy.

He poked his head into the lawyers office as soon as he arrived. After greeting Francesca of course, the two got along well.

"Is THAT Jimmy? Are we being a good little lawyer man today?"

Ivan asked in the silly little playful tone he often used with this dumb middleaged lawyer. He couldn't keep a smug little smile off his fave. Francesca who worked right outside Saul's office couldn't help but to roll her eyes every time this nonsense ensued. She swore these two men were way too close and honestly, couldn't for the life of her understand why the hell Ivan babied Saul so much or why Saul even allowed it. It made her skin crawl.

Saul who was flipping through some documents half-heartedly looked up at Ivan in an instant, that dumb shit eating grin appearing on his face.

"Don't people know how to knock these days? Seriously Ivan, I'm a very busy man doing very busy things! Who the hell are you coming into my office looking all sexy, huh? Gonna' gimme' that kiss I've been asking for? Maybe sit on my lap?" Saul joked in his normal obnoxious manner as he just carelessly threw the documents aside, resting his feet up on his desk as he leaned back and looked at Ivan. God he was an annoying little man but Ivan had the patience of a Saint with him.

The young Russian man couldn't help but to raise his eyebrows at the daily nonsense. "Ah, so you are not being a good little lawyer man. Of course. Back on your nonsense, Jimmy? Goodness, someone is extra annoying today."

"Aw, you know it, baby-!" He exclaimed with a grin as he pointed up to Ivan, as if he were some sorta' hotshot. It always got an eye roll from Ivan, without fail. "Alright, alright. Cut to the chase. Why's your pretty ass in my office so early? Just here to see your favorite guy? I know I'm your favorite guy, Ivan. Wanna' know how I know?" He just couldn't help himself.

Ivan wasn't going to entertain that nonsensical question. He just held up a plastic bag from the local gas station. It was filled with all of sauls favorite garbage snacks.

"Happy birthday, Jimmy."

This caused Saul's eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he stared at the bag. What the hell, birthday? Was it his birthday already? Ivan...knew when his birthday was. No, not only knew, but remembered? Saul didn't even remember his birthday. He didn't want to. Not only did it make him feel old but it just reminded him of how lonely he was. It brought back memories of the boxed cakes his mom would bake him and the balloons his father would bring home for him. Simpler times he could never get back. It brought back memories of Chuck.

But this was different. It didn't feel horrible. It felt overwhelmingly nice. For some reason this handsome young man cared about him, and jimmy couldn't understand why. Sure Ivan had a screw loose, but just...why jimmy? And why did it feel so good. It's been so many years since anyone has given him anything for his birthday, much less remembered the freakin date.

He couldn't keep himself from tearing up, something he hated to do infront of people. It made him feel weak, helpless. He quickly turnt his head away and wiped his eyes, sitting up in his seat.

"I--"

He wasnt sure of what to even say right now. Ivan on the other hand was instantly concerned. He knew this man had emotional problems, much like himself honestly. Though he was just 'Saul goodmans security guard' on paper , he felt as if it were his duty to be there for 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙈𝙘𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙡. Not because he was paid well, not because he had a job to do, but because he did... genuinely care about this man.

Ivan quickly hurried over and set the plastic bag on sauls desk before grabbing the middle aged lawyers face, gently, and wiping at his tears with his thumbs.

"Jimmy-- Jimmy-- it is okay-- I- You are okay?"

A bit stunned, Jimmy stared up at this man, calming down a bit now. He let out a soft laugh before sighing.

"I just can't belive you remembered, ya' know? Hell, I didn't even remember. Why would I want to? But-- hah. Thank you, Ivan. Seriously."

He shook his head in happy disbelief as Ivan removed his hands from Jimmy's face. Jimmy was now going through the bag of snacks like a little gremlin. It was time to get excited. He took out a bag of hot cheetos before tearing them open without care.

"God. Best birthday ever. Just you wait, Ivan, I'm gonna' abolish that damn toliet and it's gonna be all your fault."

Ivan makes a face at this, though honestly, he's used to it by now.

"Charming, Jimmy."

He then reaches in the bag himself before pulling out an XL slimjim and smacking Jimmy in the face with it.

"Look! SlimJimmy-! Ahaha!"

[eros-thanatos89]

Quick drabble for Lachoweek Part 2, Day 1! ❤️

Prompts: AU, werewolves 🖤🐺