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An Afterthought (Jesse Pinkman x Fem Reader)

Pairing: Jesse Pinkman x Fem Reader

Summary: Jesse comes to see you after a falling out in hopes of fixing things.

Word Count: 2613

Warnings: Language, Angst

A/N: I am not out of hiatus. This was just something that I had the energy and attention span to do in one sitting. I personally don’t think that this is the best written since it has been a long while but I’ve been watching Breaking Bad and there weren't many fics out there for it especially with Jesse. I’ve started season 5 which is when this fic takes place.

You weren't expecting anyone to come by and see you today, so you were surprised when you heard a knock on your door. As soon as you opened it, you definitely weren't expecting to see Jesse Pinkman standing there either with a shaved head and a look of anxiety written on his face.

You really didn't know what to do. You stood there shocked that it was even him standing there. “U-uh, hey? Um, what are you doing here?” You didn’t even try to hide the confusion in your voice as your face contorted to express it as well. You held onto the door, ready to shut it on him at any point.

He stood there with his mouth slightly open ready to say whatever it is he wanted to say but somehow couldn't get it out of him. “I, uh…” Jesse squeezes his eyes in frustration, trying to figure out what to say. “Can I come in? There's something I need to talk to you about.”

“I don't’ think that's a-” You were stopped as you heard someone behind you speak.

“Y/N, who’s at the door?'' Soon enough, there stood a man behind you. Jesse being surprised at this new guest looks between the both of you, not believing what he's seeing. The door opens wider and a hand slides around your waist. He looks at you and then at Jesse giving him a friendly smile.

“Uh, Derek, this is uh-”

“Jesse.”he responds as he stands up straighter and stuffing his hands in his pockets while he  gives Derek a slight smirk. A way for Jesse to give off a tough exterior to this stranger.

“He’s a friend from high school.” you respond nervously. Never in your life did you think you would be put in this kind of situation. It was nerve wracking and yet you know you shouldn't be this nervous but knowing what Jesse does and the kind of man Derek is, you didn't want these two to mix with each other. It was like oil and water or, if things escalated if Derek were to find out Jesse cooked, water on hot oil. But you weren't going to let that happen. You would make sure of it.

“Oh! Nice to meet you!” He pushes his hand out for Jesse to shake and for a brief moment, Jesse thought about not shaking his hand but gives him a slight grip in the awkward handshake. “I’m, uh, Derek. Y/N’s boyfriend.”

“Right.”

Derek clears his throat before he goes on “Would you like to come in? I’m guessing you're wanting to play catch up with Y/N? High school is a long time ago.” 

“Oh, no it’s ok-”

“Yeah i’d love to. Thanks, man.” You became frustrated now, not wanting Jesse to be here at all. You didn't want to deal with whatever it is he came here for. 

Jesse entered as he stood by the door, cautiously taking a look at his surroundings as he really didn't know what to do in this situation. From what he could see, you really set yourself up in the best way. “I wish I could stay and stick around for the fun but I’m needed back at the office but please! Make yourself at home! A friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine!” Jesse only nodded to him in response but Derek turns to you giving you a peck on the lips as you nervously reciprocated before he heads out while you shut the door behind him. 

“Nice guy.” Jesse says, trying to make small talk.

“What do you want, Jesse?” You say making it known that you're not happy with him being here, turning around to finally face him.

“Yo, chill! I just wanted to talk.” You cross your arms as you wait for whatever it is that he wanted to say. He notices you waiting and swallows nervously as he looks down and then back at you.

“I’m…a dick. I was an asshole for all that shit I said to you the last time we saw each other. I just…I didn’t know what to say or what to do and when you said that you loved me, I…I just didn't know what to do.” You inhaled deeply as you looked down, too nervous to look at him. 

“And I know you didn’t want to throw that at me after what happened with Jane but…I get it.” Jesse suddenly feels a bit of courage within and takes a few steps towards you, not wanting to be apart from you any longer.

“You are the most important person in my life and it was hell to not have you around, making sure i was alright, making sure i ate or didnt o’d or gotten myself killed by the wrong person or that i had someone to talk to because it gets lonely way more often than I'd like to admit.” he reaches for your hand to hold wanting to make sure that you knew he means every word he says. “Or even just being around when I didn't feel like talking at all.”

“You always stuck by me. I was a loser all throughout high school and yet you still wanted to be around me and even after you got back from college, you still thought about me even when I didn't deserve it.”

“I don't mean anything that I said to you last time and I hate myself for it because you didn’t deserve any of it. And I really thought about things, yo. Like, really thought about things.”

You finally look at his pretty eyes. The ones you couldn't get over. They were too pretty to not gush about in your room late at night as you wondered when those bright icy eyes would ever look at you as something precious. “Y/N I…I love you and I’m stupid for not realizing it sooner.” You both stood there in silence for a moment. You looked back down as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“You…Love me?” You questioned while Jesse slowly grows a smile on his face, nodding his head as he responds back happily.

“Then what happened between you and Andrea?” Quickly Jesse’s face dropped while you dropped his hand. 

“What?”

“What happened with Andrea?”

“How'd you know about Andrea?” You gave him a knowing look not believing the fact that Jesse could really be this dumb sometimes.

“Badger and Skinny Pete are my friends too, remember?”

Jesse looks down once more as he shakes his head at his stupidity. Of course Badger and Skinny Pete would've told you. Like you said, they were your friends too. He looks back up at you prepared with his answer. “I, uh, broke up with her.”

“How long ago was that?” 

There was a slight silence as he had to think and hesitate on his answer. “Couple weeks now.” He nods slowly.

“And I'm sure it's not because you suddenly thought that you couldn’t bear to not have me in your life anymore, right?” You said with certainty, your heart clenching as you crossed your arms again.

Jesse only gave you a confused look. “What are you talking about, yo? Of course I couldn't stand you not being around!”

“Then why didn't you come to me sooner? Even if as a friend? Why didn't you make your apologies sooner? Why did it have to be after you broke up with her to even look in my direction?” You paused. “No, why did you break up with Andrea? Really.”

Jesse hesitates on what to say. If he were honest, he really didn't know what that had to do with anything at all. He was here now. He's saying that he loves you. Why weren't you ecstatic about it like he thought you would? “Because it's definitely not because of me.”

‘I…” he gave out a sigh as he prepared himself to tell you why. “Andrea doesnt know what I do, you know, like, as a job…And I didn’t want to tell her and get her involved.” You dropped your arms as you turned away from him with a forced knowing smile. You knew it. It never was about you. It never is.

“So, what? You thought that because you didn't have a girlfriend anymore and because I already know what you do that it’d be easier to just come to me knowing how I felt about you? Is that what you're getting at?”

“What? No! That's not it!” Jesse exasperates. How could you say something like that? Why would you question his feelings for you?

“No, that's totally it. You wanted to spare here from whatever bullshit and danger that's been going on that you broke up with her to keep her safe? So, what? My safety doesn't matter? It's just easier this way. Save her but screw me, right?” Your voice was firm and got louder to the point that you were almost about to yell. You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe how much lower Jesse could get that he would use your feelings against you whether he knew it or not.

“No! That's not it at all! I love you! I love you! Why the hell is that so hard to believe?!” Jesse gets closer to you trying to reach for your hands again but you move away not wanting to be near him. You were fed up. This was actual bullshit and as always, he didn't understand why. 

You two went quiet for a minute. You calmed yourself before you could say anything. You wanted to make it clear for him, so you gathered up all of your thoughts before speaking.

“Jesse…you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that you love me. How long I've waited for you to…come to me and look at me as more than a friend. To hold me and touch me in ways I don't want anyone else to.” Jesse takes shallow breaths as his heart was beating fast. He could even feel his mouth starting to dry up at how much his nerves were starting to get stretched.

“Do you know how hard its been? How hard it is to not be near you when I was gone? To text you only for you to text me a couple days later because I wasn't that important for you to text right back? How hard it is to be near you and yet be so far? How every guy I ever went out with, I always have to compare them to you because I couldn't ever stop thinking about you?” Your voice was finally cracking and you could feel the tears start to pool around your eyes.

“Do you know how hard it was to not compare myself to all the people you hung around with? Not just your girlfriends but your friends too. Because I always wondered what it was about them that you liked to want to be around them more than me. Do you know how hard it was to see you look at Jane and wonder what it is that you just couldn't look at me that way. With adoration and love. Do you know how hard it was to completely change the way I thought after that night you told me to leave and never come back because you couldn't believe I was telling you I loved you?” Jesse was on the verge of tears himself. Hearing you say these things, your experiences and hardships, all because of him. And of all people, why would it be him. He knew he wasn’t worth shit to have anyone think of him so deeply in this way. He didn’t deserve it and you didn’t deserve to cry over some fucking loser who couldn’t be like everyone else and grow up. You shouldn’t shed your tears over some junkie who has hurt you so many times over the years. You're worth more and you didn’t need to cry over someone who was literally beneath you in all things.

“Do you know how hard it was being the afterthought? Being second to everything? Third? How I was always by your side, doing whatever it takes to make you happy, to make you smile, to keep you going? How there were so many reasons for me to just drop you completely from my life but I didn't. I didn't care that you were smoking weed and partying and not doing shit with your life. Or that you started wanting to do meth even if I didn't want you too. I didn't care that you were a drug dealer or a cook now because I only care that you were safe at the end of the day. I didn't care because I loved you.”

The tears were flowing on both sides now as the room went quiet. Neither of you could hold it in any longer. All Jesse could feel was heartbroken. He’s such dick. You were right, you were an afterthought to him this whole time including now even if he thought he was doing something right for once in his life. But he never did anything right. 

“Jesse,” he looks back at you with bright eyes. “I don't love you the way I did before.'' It hurt to say outloud but you knew if you did, you'd be one step closer to clearing your head completely of him. 

“After that night, I had to rethink some things…and there were more cons than pros when it came to it.” Jesse's tears were flowing more than ever before. He really screwed up this time. 

"I'm trying now to not think about you as much. To not think like I did before and not put you on this pedestal that I have for years now. I don't want to put my heart and efforts on the line just for them to go to waste"

Jesse puts his hands on his face as he can feel his heart squeezing a terrible squeeze. Now it was his turn to be on the other side of it all. It was his turn to be denied and his turn to feel pain.

It was his turn to be an afterthought.

"Please Y/N, please…I love you…" 

You tried to hold back tears as you didn't want to shed anymore for him. You wanted to prove to yourself that you had control over yourself and that you were closer to putting this behind you. But seeing him cry and being in pain over you, it made it much harder to not go back to the way you used to be and accept his words.

"Jesse I think it's time for you to go…" you wipe your eyes and then head over to the front door opening it. 

Jesse only stood there, dumbfounded at what you're doing, looking at the door and then at you. You didn't look at him as you stared at the ground once more. 

He slowly makes his way out with you shutting the door behind him. As soon as you did, you lay against the door with a hand to your face in an attempt to muffle your sobs fearing that Jesse might still be out there.

Your attempts were only failures as he can hear you quietly crying. He broke you and he didn't even know he was doing it like the asshole he is. You didn't deserve it and he didn't deserve you. 

Jesse finally gets the strength to move his feet towards his car making his way to his house where he'll be lonely once more.

[niki-phoria]

jesse pinkman x short!male!reader? protective jesse perhaps?? maybe walt is being a dick??

pairing: jesse pinkman x short!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 770

a/n: saw this idea and RAN with it lmao thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

warnings: probably not canon compliant, cussing, maybe gets a little suggestive ??, walt is a dick, set at jesse's townhouse when he was renting from jane's dad, can't remember when walt lied about the pseudo going bad but just go with it, mdc stands for metropolitan detention center, google told me that's the jail in universe

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the sound of incessant knocking wakes you too early on a saturday morning. jesse groans next to you, rolling to lay on his back. you sit up next to him, gently nudging his side. “are you gonna get that?” 

“later,” he groans. you stifle a laugh, pulling yourself out of bed. jesse whines as you pull one of his shirts on, making your way to the front door. 

it almost shakes with the force of the pounding. “jesse!” a man shouts from the other side. you swing the door open, leaning against it. a middle-aged man stands on your porch, hand still raised to knock. he’s wearing a gray jacket and glasses. you shift uncomfortably under his harsh glare. his eyebrows furrow, face contorting into a scowl. “where’s jesse?” 

“he’s asleep,” you press the side of the door even closer to your side, using your body to block the view from inside your home. “what do you want?” 

“i need to see him.” you step back when the man raises his hand to press on the door. you push back, keeping him outside. 

“you couldn’t have called?” 

the man glares down at you. “no.” 

you roll your eyes, glancing behind you. jesse stretches a little, rushing to your side when he notices the man.

“babe,” he leans down so his lips barely ghost against the side of your neck. “i’ll handle this. why don’t you start breakfast?” 

you raise an eyebrow at him but the look he gives is enough to tell you to back off for the time being. “sure.” you step aside, away from the door. 

“i won’t be long.” you nod as jesse steps outside, closing the door behind him. 

“who is he?” the man yells. their voices are clear despite the door separating you from him. “does he know about you? about us? what have you told him?” 

“nothing, alright, he’s cool. don’t worry about him.” 

you grab a bowl from the cabinets, setting it on the counter next to the carton of eggs. their voices only continue to grow louder. “don’t worry about him? are you hearing yourself? jesse-” 

“listen, what is this about? you show up at my house and start pounding on my door and you don’t even tell me what you want?” 

the man sighs. “we need to cook more. a lot more. our pseudo is going bad.” 

this time it’s jesse who sighs, though he sounds more exasperated than anything. “seriously?” after a moment of silence, he sighs again. “fine. tomorrow.” 

“we need to do it today.” 

“i’m busy. i’ve got plans.” 

the man scoffs. “smoking pot and sleeping all day are not plans. who even is that guy? what’s he doing here?” 

“he’s none of your business.” jesse hisses. “we’ll cook tomorrow. now leave.” 

he doesn’t give the man a chance to respond before he comes back inside, closing the door behind him. you stand in front of the stove, flipping an omelet in a pan. jesse relaxes a little, some of the tension falling from his shoulders. his hand is warm as it presses against your side. he pulls you against his back, head resting on top of yours. 

“eggs?” he murmurs. you hum, twisting to press a kiss against his cheek. 

“we need to buy groceries.” 

“later,” he whispers, turning you around in his arms. he reaches over to turn the burner down, pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. his hand presses against your thigh, coaxing you to jump up onto the counter. you wrap your arms around his neck, now level with him. 

jesse smiles when you pull away, leaning down to press another peck against your lips. “so,” you whisper. “which drugs do you sell?” 

you can feel him freeze against you, wide eyes staring into your own. after a beat of silence, he speaks. “how did you know?” 

“you two weren’t exactly quiet,” you trace your fingers along his jawline, thumb stroking against the skin of his cheek. 

“meth,” jesse sighs. “i make crystal meth.” 

“wow.” 

“are you gonna turn me in?” 

you hum in faux contemplation, pulling him down so his forehead rests against yours. “no.” his hand moves up from your thigh to your waist, hand slipping underneath your shirt. “you’re lucky you’re so cute. otherwise, you’d be halfway to mdc right now.” 

jesse laughs. “i’m glad.” 

you chuckle, pulling him down into another quick kiss. “promise me,” you hold your hand out, sticking your pinky up. he glances down at your hand, raising an eyebrow. “no stupid shit.” 

“no stupid shit.” he chuckles, intertwining your fingers together. “i promise.”

[grudgecollector]

so dearly | brandon mayhew

Pairing: Brandon “Badger” Mayhew / Reader

Summary: There was no place you felt safer than in his arms. 

Words: 760

Tags/Warnings: this is so fluffy I literally will throw up, SO SO SO SO SELF INDULGENT LIKE LMAO? can you tell :), very implied smut. 

A/N: this man has me in a fucking CHOKEHOLD! I’m so in love with him.

Anyway I was totally NOT intending for this to turn into what it did, I just wanted to ramble about how amazing I think his hugs are and then it turned into... well.. this. Enjoy :)

also it is so hard to find a good gif of him. Pain......

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You were sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for the popcorn you were making to finish popping in the humming microwave. The loud bursting sound of kernels bursting open and being coated with the butter that coated the walls of the bag. 

The front door opened followed by the sound of jingling keys. You watched from where you sat as Brandon took his beanie off, shaking his head to get any remaining droplets of water from the sudden rain out of his hair. His shoes were discarded with a thump beside the door.

“Jesus, like fuckin’ cats and dogs or whatever out there.” He says followed by a sigh.

His keys continuously jingled in his hand when he straightened back up and spun them on his index finger. He padded over to the entrance of the kitchen, dropping his keys on the breakfast bar. 

“Hey, baby.” Brandon greeted sweetly, a soft smile playing on his lips as you dropped down from your seat on the counter. 

His arms wrap completely around you, swallowing you whole in the jacket he was wearing. His cheek rests on top of your head while rocking back and forth where your feet lift a little off the ground. But not in a way that’s whipped you around, more like a comforting sway that makes you feel so loved in his embrace. 

He smells faintly of cigarettes and cheap cologne he probably bought from walmart. 

But it was so unbelievably and undeniably him. The warmth and passion radiates from his very being as he brings you closer and cups your cheek, bringing you in for a searingly passionate kiss, his lips soft and welcoming as they move against yours, making it feel as if the time was slowing down as he brought you impossibly closer with a gentle pull of your jaw. 

One of his arms is still fully wrapped around your middle, still rocking the both of you in a gentle sway, his other hand slowly making its way to the back of your neck as the kiss deepens, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. 

It was almost impossible to describe how much love you felt for him, the closest thing you could even think of was one simple word. Ecstasy.

“I love you.” He whispered so quietly against your lips once you separated. 

It was hard to hear him over the rushing sound and heart thumps in your ears. Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with the beautiful grin of the man you found yourself so unbelievably infatuated with. His blue eyes practically sparkled as they looked into yours. 

“So much.” He brought you back in, his kiss a bit more searing this time. 

The microwave beeps for maybe the third time, but it fell on deaf ears as you melted against him. 

You feel his arm unlock from its hold around your waist, dropping down to your hand just as he pulls away from your lips. He walks backwards and pulls you towards the living room, a soft grin on his face before he turns around and guides you towards the couch. 

Once there he turns back towards you and brings you in for another kiss, helping you sink slowly down to the couch until you're laying with your head against the cushion, and he’s settling between your legs. His hand comes up to take hold of the back of your neck, his thumb pushing gently against your jaw and tilting your head upwards as he trails his lips from yours to your neck. 

“Fuck.” You whisper quietly when you feel him bite down just a little, surely trying to leave a few marks for him to marvel at later. 

His hands were so gentle against your body as one trailed from your neck, down your chest, and stayed perched at the dip of your waist just above your hip. His other hand gripped onto your thigh, guiding your leg to bend and press against his own hip. 

His hips ground just barely against your other thigh, allowing you to feel his erection that strained against the zipper of his pants. A whisper of a moan came from his lips at the miniscule amount of friction, his forehead pressing against your neck before lifting his head and looking at you. 

“Brandon.” Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, bringing him in for a swift kiss and whispering “Please.” against his lips.  

“I got you baby.” Brandon reassures you, cupping your cheek and bringing his lips up to kiss your forehead. 

[angrylesbianstereotype]

Okay Walter White was actually pretty funny as a character bc he was so toxic that seasoned drug lords were like I cannot work w this man I have to put my mental health first

[finsterwalds]

Thinking about better call saul if the action took place in france just because I wanted to see them in cunty robes lmao. More thoughts under the cut!

Obviously the action and the whole premise of bcs/brba wouldn't work in france (legal system aside, the whole cartel and walter white storyline would have to suffer major changes due to social security and the mexican cartel well. not existing here stricto sensu). But let's talk about the real Important Stuff : their names

I think Howard Hamlin would work well as Edouard Hamelin. He looses the cool HH initials yes, but it works really well as a genuine french name imo, and Howard/Edouard are pretty close phonetically

Chuck could still be called Charles without any realism issue, but he'd be nicknamed Charlie rather than Chuck because that's what a french person would go for... nicknames don't work the same, yeah

Kimberly Wexler and James McGill, I have no idea lmao. James when translated becomes Jacques, but it's such a boomerish uncool name that I cannot resolve myself to call my boy like that. It's also one generation too old. Jimmy being born in '60 could technically be called Jacques, but it'd be old-fashioned, as it's a name mostly given to the kids of the decade that came before him. McGill is an irish name, so something funny could be making Jimmy a breton with a funky last name like Gall/LeGall ? That's hilarious to me. But who knows.

Saul Goodman is a pun, so this is even harder for me to conceptualize. Saul's marketing would definitely not work in france at all, as no one would realistically hire a lawyer with a puny name and such chaotic displays (+ I think ads for legal démarchage are illegal mind you). However, let's have a crack at it. It would have to be a pun based off an expression similar to "it's all good man", or implying something positive and familiar... I need to think on that one.

[fever-venom]

albuquerque if the pistol walter white put under his chin in episode 1 had a round in the chamber

[linusbenjamin]

Happy Birthday Anna Gunn 🎂 (b. August 11, 1968)

[saul-gone-man]

cuntress and some bisexual dude

[gallifreyanwriter]

if Breaking Bad got a musical I hope it's a fan musical because otherwise there's a nonzero chance that Lin Manuel Miranda would be involved

[slamminslamminmcgill]

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

combining w/ these

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."

[deadpoolmaster84]

Wait i just realized how insane brba is imagine like randomly seeing ur old teacher and then u watch them kill people, lowkey get trumabonded and then they ruin ur life like i have a sience teacher who hates me and this situation would be crazy 😭😭

[depressopax]

Jesse Pinkman NSFW headcanons

Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader Genre: Smut SFW version + relationship headcanons can be found here! Warning(s): Breaking bad spoilers! Sexual content, Words: 661 Summary: Being in a relationship with Jesse Pinkman would include... Keep in mind english is not my first language. If I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! :)

He’s a switch. Likes being in charge, but loves being submissive and having someone take care of him.

He is always prepared. He probably has a drawer of condoms and lube.

Maybe toys, too… 

I feel like Jesse has a praising kink. Call him a “good boy”, and he’s all yours. 

He also loves dirty talking. Even if it's cheesy or “cringe”, he likes it when you tell him he’s big, or when you tell him how much you need his cock. Jesse also loves dirty talking with you, telling you how good you are for him, that you are sexy, and he will whisper all the naughty things he’s gonna do to you.  

He likes to take his time with his partner. 

Enjoys the before and after as much as he likes the sex. 

When it comes to oral… Honestly? He prefers receiving. 

If he’s stressed from work, he would just like to lean back and have you take care of him. 

He’d have you on your knees, between his legs, working your lips over his length as he leans back and smokes a cigarette or drinks a beer. 

It’s just the best stress relief ever. 

And he thinks you look so damn hot when giving him heads. 

 Jesse just admires your face and the seeing you turn into a drooling mess, especially when you have tears in your eyes from the work you put in. 

EYE CONTACT.

…Look at him as you suck him off. He’ll go crazy from pleasure. 

He doesn’t really care about how he comes across when receiving oral. Jesse would probably whimper, beg and moan your name.

This would be an opportunity for you to totally take charge. Just tease and edge him a bit, and he’ll be under your spell. 

Jesse would probably try to not climax too quickly during sex, but when you suck him off, he can barely control it. He would cum hard, and fast. 

Giving oral is such a turn on for him.

He could spend hours between your legs (and probably would, too.)

Your moans are like music to his ears.

And he just loves how you taste, and would not be shy to tell you so.

He likes eye contact when receiving, but also when giving. He wants all of your attention. 

Seeing you in pure ecstasy is a turn on.

And the fact that he can make you cum by only using his mouth is enough to make him go crazy. 

It boosts his ego lol

He would brag about it and tease you about it every moment he gets.

He is very handsy in bed. His hands are everywhere, all at once. He likes touching your chest, neck and throat, hips and thighs, and of course your private region.

Jesse could probably spend hours just exploring your naked skin with his hands.

He takes his time to prepare you before taking you. 

Your comfort would be his priority, although he might be a bit selfish in the heat of the moment. 

Therefore, he prefers sex to be slow and passionate, but doesn’t mind being fast and rough if you’re into that. 

He especially prefers being rough when he’s stressed or angry, just taking out all frustration in the bedroom with some fast and sloppy lovemaking. 

He makes sure you’re satisfied and that you cum. He wants you to enjoy yourself. 

He’s careful to always use condoms, no matter what type of relationship you’re in. If you want it another way, you would have to convince him to do so. 

AFTERCARE KING <3 

Doesn’t matter if he’s the dominant or submissive one, he will pamper you either way. 

But he also expects the same treatment if you’re rough with him. 

He can be very needy after sex, and loves being taken care of.

Afterwards, he will cuddle up next to you, whisper sweet words and fall asleep with you in his arms. 

“I love you, y/n…”

*sobs* I need a Jesse in my life bruh

[joeswackyadventure]

@littleboar you genius...... this

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swelter | brandon mayhew

Pairing: Brandon “Badger” Mayhew / Reader

Request: Can u please write for badger again !! ❤️❤️ maybe one where he gets the reader a kitten or just general fluff like that 😍

Words: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: straight up just fluff, swearing

A/N: (for anyone who doesn’t use Fahrenheit, the temperate in the fic is 36 Celsius)

The thought of this man cradling a little kitten in his arms literally warms my heart so much. thank you so much for your request. 

Also I’m not even kidding I cry every time I come in contact with cats (which is not often) because I love them so much, and they always remind me of my childhood cats who I still greatly miss. 

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please read my request info and check my bio before sending in any requests!

It was currently one of the hottest days of the summer, a peak of 98 and slowly climbing as the sun continued to beat down on the asphalt streets and cracked concrete sidewalks. 

The air inside your car is suffocating when you get inside, every single surface stinging your skin when you touch it. You were cautious when reaching for the seatbelt, careful not to touch the metal as you click it into place. Even the air that blasts through the vents in your car is boiling hot, making it feel like your face would melt before the air finally cools and makes your car more comfortable to sit in. 

“Fuck.” You sigh, feeling your sweat soak into the back of your black work shirt making it stick to your back. 

You turn up the radio a little, your thumbs tapping on the steering wheel as you drive. You were lucky to live so close to where you work, not even a twenty minute drive and you were home. 

Pulling into the driveway you noticed Pete’s car was parked right behind Brandon’s, which was certainly not an unusual sight. Pete was always over at your house and vice versa with Brandon being at Pete’s, especially when you were at work and he had nothing to do. 

Your brakes squealed as you parked your car, the instant you opened the door you could feel all the cool air be sucked from the inside. The heat immediately soaked back into your clothes again as you walk to the front door, spinning your lanyard around letting it wrap completely around your hand a few times. 

When you step inside the house your eyes instinctively land on the empty couch, thinking you would see the both of them watching something together, but instead you hear voices come from elsewhere in the house. 

“It’s so tiny, yo. Man’s, like, the size of a baseball or some shit.” You heard Pete’s voice come from the kitchen. 

“I know dude, I didn’t think they got so small.” Brandon’s raspy voice answers, “Holy shit.”  

You furrow your brows, laughing quietly to yourself as you toe off your shoes. You drop your lanyard on the coffee table and make your way towards their voices, feeling your heart jump when you hear a small squeaking meow. 

“Uh- what was that?” You ask from the entrance to the kitchen, Brandon was standing at the sink with his back to you, the sleeves of his jacket rolled up his forearms while Pete was sitting on the counter next to him. 

Pete looks up from the sink and waves at you, “Yo! Never thought you’d show.” He smiles kindly, as was Pete’s nature. 

“Oh hey! Look!” Brandon says, picking something up and slowly turning around “Found this little dude outside. Look at his little face!” Brandon practically coos, holding a sopping wet black and white kitten out for you to see. 

Clearly the small kitten was the runt of the litter, with how it fit so easily in Brandon’s hand, tiny meows coming from it as it struggled to look up at you. It looked young too, probably no more than two weeks old.

“Brandon what-” Your heart swelled when you were interrupted by a high pitched meow “Oh my god…” 

Skinny Pete drops down from the counter handing you a bath towel and soon enough the kitten was being placed in your arms for you to dry. You gently rubbed the soft towel on its wet fur, its green eyes looking up at you as you dry its head. It made you tear up a little as you continued to stare down at the little thing.

“Where did you even find him?” You ask while carefully petting the kitten’s small head, listening to it continue to let out soft mews, most likely hungry.

“Well… After you left this morning for work I kept hearing this sound outside. Thought it might be Mrs. Mary's cats from across the street, so I totally brushed it off. But, like, an hour later I heard it again, loud as hell outside the bedroom window.” 

The kitten let out a yawn as Brandon continued his explanation, making the three of you chuckle.

“It was, like, twelve or some shit when I got out of bed and went to check it out. Little guy had himself wedged up under the back porch. Probably to get out of the heat for sure ‘cause it was already starting to get hot outside by the time I got out there.” 

Pete nudged a plastic shopping bag with his hand, “I went by the pet store and got some stuff.” He crosses his arms with a proud nod, “Toys and shit. No food, though, cause little homie can’t eat that yet.”

“We should probably take him to the vet and see if he has a chip, and probably get a checkup to see if he’s okay.” You suggest. 

And so after a quick conversation of who was paying you were off to the vet.

—

Two months later you woke up with a purring furball jumping on top of you, laying himself down on your pillow, his tail tickling against your nose as it flicked over your face. He meowed once, and you watched as he stood back up and tucked himself under Brandon’s chin, rubbing the top of his head against his jaw before meowing again. 

Your boyfriend groaned quietly in his sleep, his hand moving from where it had been laying on your forearm to lazily stroke the cat’s fur. 

“What is it, Data?” Brandon rasped.

“Think he’s hungry.” You answer quietly, Data meows again, pushing his head against your hand when you reach over to pet him. 

“When isn’t he hungry?” 

After a few minutes of laying in bed and petting the black and white furball you decided it was finally time to get up and feed him. You leaned over and kissed Brandon on the cheek before throwing the sheets off your legs and picking up your meowing trouble maker. 

“G’morning.” Brandon murmurs, cracking open his eyes just a little to look up at you with a tired smile. 

“Good morning.” You chuckle, “You want breakfast? Or are you gonna sleep?” 

He takes a few seconds to think over your question, “Breakfast sounds good… Eggs?” 

“I can make bacon too.”  

“I’ll be up in a few minutes, if I can stay awake.” He answers quietly, sucking in a breath as he stretches his arms over his head. 

Data meows in your arms again, making you look at him and see his big green eyes staring at you expectantly. You just shake your head and chuckle, setting him down on the floor and walking out the bedroom with him trailing close behind, meowing happily with almost every step he takes.

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breaking bad 3x04 (2008–2013) // saw v (2008)

L + ratio + a woman in your life that you loved has died + your copycat attempt at my product was inferior

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the superlab is haunted