#jimmy mcgill x you

[quin-ns]

Taking Care (Saul Goodman x Reader)

Word count: 2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t be such a baby,” you muttered.

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

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

Saul winced but recovered quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fine,” Saul dismissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” you replied after a beat.

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

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

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

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

“Do me a favor, though—”

“Anything,” he responded a little too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pikmingrubb]

Before Showtime

Jimmy Mcgill x Reader

Words: 407

Tags: Smut, bathroom sex, creampie,

“Oh, Ah, jesus fuck, kid!” Jimmy couldn’t keep his voice down if he tried, not that he wanted to. He was quite enjoying fucking you against the bathroom wall, he had just entered a break period during one of his court cases and decided he needed to cool off. Apparently his way of “cooling off” was getting extraordinarily sweaty and crinkling his clothing. 

“Oh, yeah, you uh…You like that?” He breathed heavily giving you sloppy open-mouthed kisses as you moaned against him, your arms twined over his neck pushing him closer. He currently had your legs on either side of his hips and his fingers gripped your hips, struggling to keep you up long enough for him to finish. 

“God, you’re such a slut, you really just came here so I can put my dick in you?” His voice kept edging you on, you blushed wildly as he continued dirty talking in your ear, his cock slowing down to pump into you with deep strokes. 

“What, the lawyer got your tongue?” He teased trying to get your response before shushing your moans with another light kiss. He brought himself as close as possible to you, chest heaving to your own as he staved off his orgasm with slower strokes, “I’m not gonna last like this…” He chuckled breathing heavily into your ear, he made a few harsh pants trying to steady his breathing.

“Do…Do you uh, mind if I…?” He asked quietly, his fingers gently brushing over your hip bones, he was even taking the courtesy of asking if he could pump you full of his cum, how cute. 

You nodded vigorously, feeling yourself clamp around his throbbing cock, as soon as you accepted Jimmy’s deal he let out a low groan, “Thank god, cause I’m pretty sure I’ve already come at least once…” He exhaled as he gave a few more haphazard pumps before fully seating himself inside and letting loose, “Oh, oh fuck…” He whined letting his cum spurt into you, your head hit the back wall as you felt him bottom out in you, a nice warm and full feeling. 

“Hah, ah…I think I’m late for my client's hearing…” He admitted sheepishly before unceremoniously pulling out from you. He took a moment to pull himself together before exiting the bathroom stall, he gave you a quick kiss on your temple.

“Thanks for uh, coming by, you have no idea how much I needed that…”

[spghtrbry]

mailroom and pre mailroom sketch dump

[sunflawyer]

flowers for the sweetheart 🌻🧡

hi everyone!! hiii!! im finally back!! who cheered!!! \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬ of course i had to draw sunflawyer with sunflowers ♡ jimmy absolutely loves giving her flowers... he's such a romantic ෆ

i finally got the time to be back here after some days off ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ im feeling much better!! ✿⁠ i drew this while i was still mourning, but they genuinely helped me to smile and be happy again! sunflawyer happiness (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

@eternally-smitten @caelums-fate @wisp-herr @gideongrovel @glory-steadygo @goldenshrine @dmclr @tidekissed @pippin-squeaks @xxmellochii @literally-just-there @tyrianludaship @pinkdinkydoon @gogolsbf @gandalfyaoi @meowkid1000 @jayyships @moon-roam @fae-koon @frozenhi-chews @idsmiile @bizarrescribblez @aprillilypegasi @puppy-baby-doll @kylars-princess @radagastyaoi @carnival-of-love @retrojem @m0uschi @knightfallships @kurolumiis @dreamwinged @k6ivies @puppysynonym @hamms-uwu-12 @beechu-beechu @connorships @bobmckenzie @stoneshipper @mutareadastra @hypocriticaltypwriter @frankenbridez @charkittykelly @atarifront @puff4pals @dalvs-wife @bunbunsheart @bioexorcizm @miahearts @plutoselfships

[kimswexler]

“[Kim] was the mysterious woman in the basement of HHM. But when we saw how Rhea played her and saw that Rhea was not just a magnetic actress, not just a beautiful actress, but someone who’s intensely playful. Once we saw how playful she could be and how she worked with Bob, we realized she wasn’t just a friend or an Ex. She was—and is—the love of Jimmy’s life.” -Peter Gould, Forbes

[kimwexlersponytail]

I don't see why it's so important to you that we work together. I mean, we're already -- Why do you need me for this? I don't need you. I want you. You've got me.

McWexler in Every Season

SEASON TWO

[kimwifexler]

It suddenly occured to me, it's been six years. I mean, Jesus. I couldn't believe it... I thought you might wanna — know that I'm still alive.

[thekimspoblog]

Exhibit A for "What they have going on is extremely Freudian"

[noknowshame]

god 2.2 is such a good flint episode. getting flirted with by thomas via quotes about partnership then cutting immediately to him alone in a corner staring at silver. using his legitimate heart-wrenching remorse about gates as a tool in his scheme to get back the captaincy. Hennessy's response to the bar fight clearly establishing he's had an ongoing history of getting way too attached to people. the "good luck with... whatever this is" (amused). the "if you're trying to impress me, it isn't working" (oh no. affectionate). orchestrating a scenario that ends with him sinking an entire ship and loosing several of his own men, the total death-count probably in the higher dozens, just so he could get back in charge in as little time as possible. the "so what do they fear?" (loudly implied "me"). being so sexily competent that everyone does what he says even though they wanted to kill him two days ago. the way it's presented that he learned the ~power of optimism~ <3 :) from thomas and is now using that optimism to Commit Great Violence (very funny). and of course, most importantly, flint's brand new kickass coat

[jimmymcgools]

Eighty-Six Years — Now Complete

Chapter Twenty-One: The Next Clear Thing

“Hi, Jimmy,” she whispers, out into the black.

The shadow turns. His voice comes soft and reassuring. He’s caught the question in her greeting. “Yeah,” he says, “it’s me.”

Chapters: 21/21 Wordcount: 152k Relationships: Jimmy McGill/Kim Wexler

[wexlervsgoodman]

better call saul - 6.13 “saul gone” // chasing cars - snow patrol

[wilson-is-a-whore]

Which one is your otp

[walterdoodles]

Kim and Saul Jimmy doing a little dance!! I miss BCS i gotta watch it again 😢

A little doodle bc I've been drawing lots of CoD MW2 stuff but i dunno if I'll post it here ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sunflawyer]

Jimmy "I'm winning in life" McGill.

he likes to show off to his colleagues that he got a beautiful princess angel wife ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ look at him so smug and proud...

[thekimspoblog]

FALSE.

The most ambitious crossover event happened roughly this time last year. The four magical weeks "Better Call Saul" Season 6 and "Westworld" Season 4 aired on the same days.

Or as I liked to call it... "OPERATION MARIO". Get it? Cus a couple of NiceGuys (TM) are chasing the princesses? Jimmy made it to the finish line and reunited with his love. William spent the season getting ordered around like a dog and then he fucking died, but at least he and Dolores got some closure from eachother. Joe Goldberg was disqualified early on because he straight up murdered his soulmate, and has been continuing to spiral out of control ever since.

PS: Aaron Paul's schedule must have been a nightmare those couple months both shows were being filmed.

Rita: "So sorry. I'm afraid no men are allowed beyond this point"

William aims his pistol at Rita's face: "Let me through, or I swear I'll kill you! I know you have Dolores as your prisoner"

Joe: "And Love!"

Jimmy: "And Kim! It was my fault I dragged her into this. Where have you taken her?! What are you doing to her?!"

Rita: "Ever seen any tentacle hentai? Any of you? No? Joe? Okay, well you're just lying. Point is... short answer is basically cosmic damnation. Have you ever been so depressed that your head was swimming? Time slowed down? You felt like you could see another world? Of course not! Amateurs!"

Joe: "What can I do to buy Love's freedom? It would at least be a way to begin my apology to her. For everything"

Jimmy: "Yeah, we'll do anything! Please, they don't deserve to be punished for our mistakes!"

Rita sighs, and places a freshly-sharpened cleaver on the table: "Alright... whip'em out then"

William: "Whip...?"

Rita: "Unzip your pants. Put your cocks and balls on the metal trays. Men have always been an albatross around womens' necks, just on a biological level. And there's one easy solution to this. You're all here because you thought you were such nice guys, that you were basically owed a beautiful wife who would risk life and limb to have your kids. Because we're still not equal, and there's a million little sacrifices that it's just assumed a wife would make. Roe v. Wade was overturned; the Republicans got their wish. And now... I get mine!"

After a long time thinking, Jimmy swallows hard: "Fine. I'll do it..."

William: "Yeah. Me too; it's only fair"

Joe: "Well I'm out! There's a lot of things I'd do for Love Quinn, but this isn't one of them! All told, she got herself into this!"

(Extremely graphic take goes here. Wait for the bleeding to stop)

Joe: "Alright. They did your stupid stunt, now let us through!"

Rita: "Fine by me, but I conveniently just remembered: Dolores isn't in this facility. Kim nor Love neither... God damn it!"

William: "What do you mean they're not here?!"

Rita: "I never said they were. You said they were, and I just didn't correct you, so-"

Jimmy: "Fraud! Then why would you castrate us?!"

Rita: "Because I'm not going to pass up an opportunity. It just gets funnier each time. Relax; you'll get it back. Maybe. This was just a test. A test you both failed by the way! I was not expecting it to go this way, with Joe 2-to-0-to-0. Frankly, this is depressing!"

William: "I must be blacking out from the blood loss. You're saying we did this for nothing?!"

Rita: "Yes! Because... The Maze isn't meant for you. Because you should be able to wrap your heads around the idea of playing second banana. Because the notion that you could "ruin" your girlfriend's innocence is not just outdated, it's flattering yourself, greatly overestimating your own importance. Because really, Freudian psychology is a bit played out. Acton's Axiom too, for that matter. You're all kidding yourselves to think some big strong man on a white horse is what anyone needs right now, and if we did, that you're it"

Joe: "Then where is Love?"

Rita: "It wouldn't matter. You can't save them. There's not even anything to be saved from. The ladies made their own mistakes they have to atone for. They wanted the supernatural insight this coven offers, and this is the price. If it's to feel the pull of the moon and the seasons, I say it's worth it. Not every pain is a problem to be fixed. If you mull it over, I think you'll find that you wanted me to take a cleaver to your nuts. Because anything that women have to themselves, you want too. Even when it's pain"

BARBENHEIMER - July 21, 2023

The most ambitious crossover event in history

[kimwifexler]

it's something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled, do you ever feel that you've gone too far?