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Jesse Pinkman

When you steal a CD of a game that Jesse really wanted.

Fucking Jesse while smoking + 18

Jesse proposes after having sex +18

Riding in the car with Jesse + 16

“So good for me.” +16

“Cold night.” Comfort

Druig Eternal (MCU)

AURA | fanfic

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𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 | Druig — Part. 6

Pairing: Druig × Female Original Character

Genre: Slow Burn | Character-Driven Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | Found Family | Eventual Smut

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote anything wrong.

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram

— ♡ —

The wind that morning drifted warmly through the trees. It was another summer day in Babylon. The damp scent of earth mingled with the fragrance of freshly bloomed flowers, while the first rays of sunlight pierced the canopy above, scattering patches of gold across the forest floor.

Tefiti took a deep breath. She had left the Domo early that morning, as she often did whenever there were few duties to attend to. She liked reserving a little time just for herself. Sometimes she invited Thena to train with her. Other times, she would try a recipe alongside Gilgamesh that one of the human women had taught her weeks before. But that morning, she had decided to devote those quiet hours solely to herself.

She cherished those moments when the other Eternals were still occupied with their own routines. It gave her the chance to slip away from the Domo as the sun rose beyond the mountains. The world always seemed quieter before human voices fully awakened.

Tefiti made her way toward a small grove a short distance from the great city they all called home. The trees stood apart from one another, their roots twisting above the ground. As she walked, the first beams of sunlight filtered through the leaves, gently warming her skin. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of running water blended with the morning songs of birds.

Stopping at the center of the grove, surrounded by a circle of trees, she raised one hand. A violet thread of cosmic energy flowed across her fingers. Then another. And another. Small blades began to materialize around her, as though they had been forged from light itself. They circled her body in slow, graceful orbits, following every movement of her arms.

Tefiti closed her eyes and drew in a slow breath. Then she began to dance with her blades. Her feet glided effortlessly across the grass while the daggers mirrored every turn, every sweep of her arms, like leaves carried upon the wind.

She never thought during combat. Her body simply knew. As though every movement belonged to a single, shared consciousness. The blades sliced through the air, weaving impossible patterns, their edges catching the sunlight like tiny stars. It was almost too beautiful to be called fighting.

She spun with greater force, and several of her blades struck the center of the surrounding trees. Each target was marked with almost impossible precision, the impact strong enough to startle birds resting among the branches into flight. As her final movement came to an end, the blades vanished one by one. The grove's natural silence slowly reclaimed the space. A faint smile touched her lips, quietly proud of another successful training session.

But something was wrong with the way the morning breeze moved that day. A cold, funeral-like shiver slowly crawled down her spine, as though something invisible had passed straight through her body.

Her smile faded. For a brief moment, she had the unmistakable feeling that someone was watching her.mShe slowly turned her head. The trees remained perfectly still. No animals. No humans. Certainly none of the Eternals.

And yet her heart began to race. The sensation felt disturbingly familiar. It was the same feeling she experienced only seconds before a Deviant appeared. But there was no danger. Or at least, none that she could see.

She shook her head, releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Perhaps she was simply tired. Thinking too much about things she shouldn't.

"[...] don’t dwell on it too much. It may do you more harm than good." Ajak's words echoed through her memory.

As a precaution, she decided to end her training there and began making her way back to the Domo

— ♡ —

She spent the rest of the day trying to ignore the unsettling feeling that something was wrong. She kept herself busy alongside the other Eternals, helped Phastos, spoke with Sersi, and watched Kingo draw laughter from the city's children. She smiled whenever she needed to. She talked whenever conversation called for it. But beneath it all, that quiet unease remained lodged deep inside her chest.

That night, it took her far longer than usual to fall asleep. An anxiety she couldn't explain settled heavily inside her, refusing to let her rest. The entire week had been exhausting for everyone, and this day had been set aside precisely so they could leave their worries behind and regain their strength. She didn't want to wake anyone in the middle of the night over something she herself couldn't understand. So she tried to ignore her instincts. At least for one night.

When she finally closed her eyes, a vast and unfamiliar darkness swallowed her mind. It didn't feel right to call it a dream.

There was no beginning. No end. She simply... was. Standing within a place she did not know, and yet, somehow, it felt familiar.

An endless violet sky stretched overhead. There were no stars. Only tiny luminous fragments drifting slowly through the void. She blinked several times, trying to adjust her eyes to the strange landscape.

That was when she noticed a figure standing in the distance. A woman. Perfectly still. Her hair was long and dark. Her dress seemed woven from the night itself. She stood with her back turned, yet for reasons Tefiti could not explain, an almost desperate need rose inside her to look into the woman's eyes.

She tried to call out, but no sound came. It was like trying to scream in a place where air did not exist.

She tried to reach her. Her body refused to move.

Then, without warning, the entire universe trembled. A blinding white light tore through the void, shattering the ground beneath her feet. The woman vanished like mist, swallowed once again by the darkness.

Far away, however, a single star continued to shine. It grew before her eyes. It shifted into countless forms. Its radiance intensified with every passing second until it was no longer merely a star. A supernova took its place. It exploded before her eyes. Its light consumed everything.

It was beautiful. It was terrifying… in a way words could never fully explain.

And amid that endless brilliance… Tefiti heard someone crying. A cry so profound it seemed to be born from the universe itself.

Tefiti awoke with a violent gasp. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths. It took her several seconds to realize she was back in her room inside the Domo. Nothing seemed out of place. It was as though everything had happened within the span of a single heartbeat. It was still the middle of the night. Silence ruled every corridor of the Domo.

She ran both hands over her face, clinging to the sensation of her own touch to convince herself she was truly awake.

"It was only a dream..." she murmured to herself.

But her voice sounded heavy. The air felt far too dense to reach her lungs. She needed to believe that.

That was when she noticed a different scent. Her brow furrowed as she searched her memory for where she had encountered it before. It reminded her of heated metal wrapped in ash, like the air moments after lightning tears through the sky. The aroma faded only seconds later, but Tefiti remained perfectly still.

Her heart insisted someone was there. Something was watching her from within the darkness. Yet her eyes found nothing but emptiness. She tried to dismiss the strange events and push away the unease that had settled inside her chest.

Even so, she remained awake for the rest of the night.

— ♡ —

The days passed peacefully.

Before long, Tefiti was once again consumed by her responsibilities. She continued helping Phastos with his inventions, training alongside Thena, accompanying Ajak on her visits among the humans, talking with Sersi, and laughing at Kingo's increasingly exaggerated stories. At first glance, everything seemed perfectly normal. Yet that faint sensation remained.

Over the past few days, Tefiti had begun to feel as though she was never truly alone.

Sometimes, while walking through the streets of Babylon, she would catch a fleeting glimpse of a dark, violet mist weaving between the buildings. But the moment she turned to look, there was nothing there. Other times, it appeared only as an unusual reflection upon the surface of a river. One ripple across the water was enough for the figure to disappear.

She chose not to mention it. Not to Thena. Not even to Ajak.

Perhaps she was simply imagining things. Perhaps her mind was still too consumed by the questions that had haunted her ever since her conversation with the Matriarch.

Even so, the unease grew more persistent with each passing day. And more noticeable. Even Druig noticed.

During one of the Eternals' many gatherings, he quietly approached from the edge of the room, just as he always did, making himself invisible to everyone except her.

"You look tired."

His voice came as little more than a whisper, audible only because of how close they stood.

"I'm fine."

The answer came automatically. They both knew it was a lie.

Druig studied her for a few silent moments. Her foot tapped restlessly against the floor. Her breathing rose and fell unevenly. Her fingers gripped the soft fabric of her violet tunic so tightly it seemed she needed something to hold onto just to keep herself from falling apart.

He remembered the conversation they had shared weeks earlier beside the lake. Perhaps her thoughts were still trapped within that future that unsettled her so deeply.

Without another word, he sat beside her on the sofa. His eyes remained fixed on Ikaris, who was explaining a new combat strategy to the others. But his true attention never left Tefiti. Discreetly, he reached one hand toward hers. The unexpected touch made her flinch. She turned to look at him. Druig, however, didn't return her gaze. He continued watching Ikaris as though absolutely nothing unusual was happening. Tefiti understood. They couldn't draw attention.

She turned her eyes back toward the center of the room and carefully intertwined her fingers with his between their bodies, concealing the gesture from the other Eternals. Even through that simple touch, Druig could still tell something was wrong. But he didn't press her. He knew that whenever Tefiti withdrew into herself, pushing only caused her to build even higher walls. He would wait for her.

Tefiti, on the other hand, wanted to speak. She wanted to entrust someone with the unease that refused to leave her. But she couldn't explain what she herself didn't understand.

It happened again only a few days later.

She was crossing a small grove near the Domo alongside a young human girl who had gone out that morning to fetch water. The two walked slowly together, sharing easy conversation and quiet laughter. Tefiti loved the company of humans. But there was something about children that fascinated her even more. Perhaps because she had never experienced that stage of existence herself. She knew how to behave like an adult despite being an Eternal. More often than not, she learned simply by observing humans, mimicking their gestures, expressions, and countless small habits. Even after so many years among them, she still found herself enchanted by the simplicity with which they viewed life.

Then, without warning, her steps slowed on their own. Suddenly, her legs seemed to lose the strength to carry her forward. The same shiver she had felt that first morning returned. This time, it was far stronger. The wind fell still. The birds fell silent. Even the little girl's laughter vanished.

Tefiti tightened her grip on the basket in her hands until her fingertips turned white. She searched the grove for any sign of danger. There was nothing. And yet the air felt too heavy to reach her lungs.

"My Goddess... are you alright?"

The child noticed the change in her expression immediately.

Then Tefiti felt it. She was being watched. Slowly, she lifted her eyes. There she was. A woman's figure stood among the trees. Tall. Perfectly motionless. Wrapped in a violet mist so dark it seemed to swallow every trace of light around her. There was no face, only a silhouette and a pair of deep, distant violet eyes that seemed to pierce straight through Tefiti's very aura.

Even from afar… Tefiti knew.

The figure was looking directly at her. Her entire body froze.

"Who..."

The word died before it ever left her lips.

The figure gave no answer. She didn't move. She simply continued watching.

"Is there danger, my Goddess? Should I warn the others?"

The child followed the direction of Tefiti's gaze but found nothing beyond the trees surrounding the grove. Even so, she too seemed to sense that something about the place had changed.

Tefiti took one cautious step forward. The shadow slowly lifted its head. And then… It disappeared. It didn't walk away. It didn't run. It simply ceased to exist, like smoke carried off by the wind.

The silence dissolved. The birds began singing once more. Leaves rustled gently overhead. The world breathed again. But Tefiti remained frozen where she stood.

Her heart pounded so violently she could hear it echoing inside her own chest. Without realizing it, she reached for her arm. Her skin was covered in goosebumps.

For one brief moment, her eyes met those of the little girl. That single glance was enough. Tefiti felt the invisible weight pressing against her mind suddenly shatter, as though she were awakening from a deep trance. The instant their eyes met, all of her senses returned. She saw the fear written across the child's face. Yet the little girl never stepped away from her. She seemed to understand that the true terror lay elsewhere. Instead, she stayed close to the Eternal, as though believing that no evil could ever reach her while she remained at Tefiti's side.

And that was exactly what Tefiti needed in that moment.

"I'm alright, little one. It's only a headache."

She offered the warmest smile she could manage. Then she extended her free hand toward the child. Without hesitation, the little girl took it. Together, they resumed their walk. Before long, the girl's laughter once again mingled with the birdsong. The sun had already begun disappearing behind the mountains, painting the sky in shades of gold and amber. Ahead, the city slowly emerged once more between the trees.

The world looked exactly as it always had.

Yet even as she walked hand in hand with the little girl, Tefiti could still feel the shiver creeping along her spine. She glanced over her shoulder one last time. The forest stood empty. And still, for the briefest of moments, the scent of heated metal reached her once again.

She gently squeezed the little girl's hand, as though that simple touch alone could drive the strange presence away.

But the feeling...

The feeling never truly left.

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𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 | Druig- part. 5

Pairing: Druig × Female OC

Genre: Slow Burn | Character-Driven Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | Found Family | Eventual Smut

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote anything wrong.

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram

— ♡ —

Phastos’ incessant voice echoed throughout the Domo’s chamber, but that night, it wasn’t enough to hold Tefiti’s attention.

The Eternal Engineer was speaking enthusiastically about his newest inventions, tools designed to propel humanity forward. His fascination with his craft was evident in every word, every animated gesture he used to explain his ideas. Normally, Tefiti was the first to follow along, offering suggestions and pointing out details that could be improved.

But that night, her mind wandered far beyond those walls.

“So… what do you think?” Phastos turned toward his friend, only to find the Eternal staring beyond the small window, where the night sky stretched endlessly, scattered with stars.

“Tefiti!”

Her name rang loudly enough to pull her from her thoughts. She turned quickly and was met with the faintly disappointed expression on his face.

“Oh, Phastos… I’m sorry. Could you repeat that?” The warmth rising to her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.

“Forget it. I’ll go find Sersi.” With a resigned sigh, he left the room.

Tefiti bit the inside of her lip, silently scolding herself. It wasn’t the first time this had happened.

For days, the same thoughts had occupied her mind without granting her any rest. Everyone seemed to notice her growing distraction, and yet, strangely, no one ever asked why.

No one except Ajak.

The Eternal Matriarch emerged from one of the room’s quiet corners, approaching with her usual serenity. In one hand, she carried a cup of tea, steam rising gently between them.

“Something weighs heavily on your heart, my dear. What troubles you?” She sat beside her on the small sofa.

Tefiti met her leader’s eyes and offered a faint smile.

She had always admired the way Ajak cared for those around her. She loved observing her in silence, noticing the tenderness with which she treated humans, the patience with which she listened to every word, and the softness that naturally settled into her voice whenever she spoke to them. But perhaps what she admired most was the way Ajak cared for the Eternals themselves. Ajak seemed to know each of them intimately, as though she could understand their worries before they were ever spoken aloud.

And once again, it was happening with Tefiti.

“We’ve grown so accustomed to looking toward Earth,” she began softly, “to observing humans and everything they’ve built. But… what’s beyond it? Out there, in the universe. I know that’s where we came from, and yet I can’t stop wondering what might be hidden within all that darkness.”

As she spoke, her gaze returned to the stars.

Ajak raised the cup to her lips before answering.

“That’s a genuine question. And there’s no reason to judge yourself for asking it.”

Tefiti looked back at her.

That was when she noticed something shift in the Prime Eternal’s eyes. A distant light. As though an ancient memory had just crossed her mind.

“You know…” Ajak said quietly. “Arishem once told me a story. And I think it’s finally time I shared it with you.”

She paused.

“But only if you promise that it remains between us.”

Tefiti’s eyes lit up immediately.

“I promise. Not even Thena will hear a word.”

A gentle smile touched Ajak’s lips.

“During one of our many conversations, Arishem entrusted me with a story older than any civilization we’ve ever seen rise and fall. A story that was never written by mankind, because it belongs only to the Celestials.

“It is the story of the Lost Eternal.

“Before us. Before our mission had even taken shape. Arishem the Judge created his first Eternal to fight the Deviants.

“She traveled from world to world like a silent shadow. Her sole purpose was to eradicate monsters and erase the scars they left behind. She was never permitted to teach. Never allowed to guide civilizations toward progress. And above all else, she was forbidden from forming bonds.

“Wherever she walked, there was only duty. Wherever she departed, there remained only oblivion. And so she crossed countless stars.

“Until, in a moment so brief that even time itself failed to hold it, her eyes met those of a child.”

Ajak’s voice softened.

“There were no words.

“No touch.

“Only a glance.

“And within that single glance, the Eternal who was never meant to belong anywhere understood, for the first time, what it meant to truly be seen.

“It was in that moment that she ceased to be merely a creation.

“She chose.

“She rejected Arishem’s will and abandoned the purpose for which she had been made. For the first time, she awakened to a consciousness she was never meant to possess.

“And in the very instant she made that choice, the bond that connected her to the Judge was severed.

“But freedom, when born without purpose to guide it, can be just as cruel as a prison.”

Ajak’s gaze drifted toward the stars beyond the window.

“Without a mission. Without a home. Without anyone she could call her own.

“She wandered alone through the vastness of the universe, crossing galaxies that would never learn her name. She became an echo among the stars. A soul condemned to search for a meaning she would never reach.

“And that is how the legend of the Lost Eternal was born.

“Not because she lost herself among the worlds. But because she never found someone to whom she could truly belong.”

Throughout the entire story, Tefiti remained perfectly still.

She absorbed every word as though afraid one of them might escape her memory. The legend settled inside her in a strange, almost painful way, as though, for reasons she could not yet understand, it felt familiar.

“Does Arishem really tell you stories like that?” A smile of genuine wonder spread across her face.

“Ajak… that was beautiful.”

The Eternal Matriarch smiled silently. She, too, enjoyed observing.

Deep down, she believed that despite their immortality and the burden of their mission, there was something profoundly human within each of the Eternals. And perhaps it was that small fragment of humanity that allowed them to continue marveling at the unknown.

Tefiti lifted her gaze toward the sky once more.

“Do you… think it could have happened?” she asked quietly. “Do you think she’s still out there… lost among the stars?”

Ajak gently rested one hand over hers.

“Tefiti… it’s only a lesson. A reminder of the purpose we carry, of the bonds we are meant to build with humanity, and of the importance of never forgetting our connection to Arishem. That is what the story was meant to teach us.”

Tefiti understood the message the story was trying to convey. And yet, she knew it would remain with her for a very long time.

“I’m going to check on Phastos and see how the projects are progressing.” Ajak rose to her feet and walked toward the doorway. “And Tefiti… don’t dwell on it too much. It may do you more harm than good.”

The Eternal Matriarch offered her one last gentle smile before leaving.

Tefiti sighed and remained there for a few moments longer, gazing at the sky for the final time that night.

— ♡ —

The streets of Babylon were beginning, little by little, to breathe again.

The scars of battle still marked the city’s buildings, while thin spirals of smoke rose against a sky now painted in the warm colors of dusk. Even so, its people refused to surrender to fear. Children ran once more between the adults, musicians tuned their instruments, and the scent of roasted corn began to mingle with the fragrance of flowers scattered throughout the plazas.

It was how humans survived tragedy.

After delivering her report to Ajak and tending to some of the injuries she’d sustained during the battle, Tefiti watched from a distance as the other Eternals blended into the celebration unfolding that evening. Kingo was already drawing laughter from a small crowd of children. Sprite told stories that seemed to grow grander with every sentence. Gilgamesh, smiling with quiet resignation, accepted the food offered by everyone who insisted on thanking him.

She smiled to herself.

She loved seeing them like this. Seeing how much lighter they all seemed around mortals. She admired the way they concealed their own fears so that humans would never sense the constant danger surrounding them. They had to embody safety and peace at all times and, somehow, the performance protected them too, preventing them from becoming trapped in that endless state of vigilance.

Tefiti loved observing them. Learning from them, even when she didn’t realize she was.

But sometimes, she needed silence.

Without noticing, her steps carried her away from the music and the voices. She followed a narrow path hidden beneath the surrounding vegetation until she reached a place known by very few, a place she always felt compelled to return to whenever her worries grew too heavy to carry alone.

A small lake, hidden among the trees. A place where the city felt like nothing more than a distant memory.

It was her refuge. Or, at least, she believed it was.

Tefiti walked toward the water’s edge, only to stop when she noticed a familiar figure seated upon a stone near the shore.

Druig.

He remained perfectly still, his elbows resting on his knees, his gaze lost somewhere over the lake. Or perhaps among the thousands of fireflies dancing above its surface.

Their tiny golden lights drifted slowly between the trees, reflecting upon the dark water as though, for a single night, the stars themselves had chosen to abandon the sky.

For a brief moment, she wanted to sit beside him. But she hesitated.

Sometimes, Druig’s near-total isolation made him intimidating. Tefiti knew she shouldn’t feel that way. After all, he had always allowed her close — something that could no longer be said of Ikaris. And yet, there was an inexplicable nervousness that accompanied his presence.

Perhaps because Druig was too quiet. Or perhaps because, around him, her own thoughts seemed to become louder.

Even so, she approached without saying a word. She sat beside him. And he remained silent too.

For a few moments, they simply lost themselves in the beauty of the fireflies.

“I thought this was the only place where no one would find me.”

Without taking his eyes off the landscape, Druig replied;

“I thought so too.”

She let out a soft laugh.

There was something about the way Druig existed in the world that captivated her.

She felt embarrassed admitting it, even to herself, but among all the Eternals, he was the one who held her attention most completely. She had spent countless hours watching him retreat into silence during Eternal gatherings and conversations, using it as a refuge. And yet, he never hid his voice from humans. Perhaps because, knowing their minds so intimately, conversation became easier for him.

Once, he had told her and Makkari that after centuries of hearing human thoughts, he had learned to ignore most of the endless noise. The two of them had found the idea impossible. How could anyone simply ignore millions of voices echoing inside their mind?

Druig had only laughed at their disbelief. Perhaps that was why Tefiti remembered that moment with such affection.

For a long time, neither of them spoke. But silence had never been uncomfortable between them.

It was gentle.

Familiar.

A space they had both learned to share without feeling the need to fill it.

They had spent countless moments like this before, respecting, almost effortlessly, the invisible boundaries they had drawn around one another.

“The city’s already celebrating again?” Druig asked.

“As if nothing happened.”

“Humans forget quickly.”

Tefiti watched a child in the distance chase after friends while carrying a small lantern. Even from there, she could hear the faint echo of their laughter carried by the wind.

“I don’t think they forget.”

Druig raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his head toward her.

“I think they’ve simply learned that life continues, even after pain.”

He didn’t answer immediately. He merely returned his attention to the lake.

She noticed. Druig was thinking. As he almost always was.

There was something almost frightening about the ease with which he disappeared into himself. Tefiti had often wondered whether the thoughts of the Eternals reached him too, but he had never spoken of such a thing. And for some reason, that brought her comfort.

The fireflies continued their silent dance.

After a while, she was the one who spoke again.

“Have you ever thought about what you’ll do when our mission is over?”

The question lingered between them. It was nearly a forbidden subject among the Eternals. But Tefiti wasn’t afraid to share it with Druig. Perhaps because she knew that somewhere, deep down, they carried the same uncertainty about what would exist after the end.

Druig released an almost imperceptible sigh.

“Every day.”

Tefiti turned to look at him.

The faint light of the fireflies seemed to carve new contours into his face that night.

Still, his eyes remained fixed on the water.

“I think…” she said softly, “when everything is over, I’d like to have a home.”

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

“Not an entire city. Just a home. A place to return to at the end of the day. Maybe a garden. A few trees. Perhaps a dog.”

Druig listened in silence.

She laughed quietly and gently bumped her shoulder against his.

“It sounds like a simple life.”

“And you?” she asked.

This time, he took longer to answer. Much longer than usual.

There was an emptiness that spread through his chest whenever he thought about the future. Or about what would remain of him when all the other Eternals eventually chose their own paths.

“I can’t imagine a place I’d call home.”

Tefiti lowered her gaze to her hand, tracing absent-minded circles against the stone. Then she looked back at him and smiled. It was a small smile. A gentle one. And even without looking directly at her, Druig felt it.

“Then you just haven’t found it yet.”

At last, he turned toward her. For a moment, their eyes met. And he understood exactly what she meant.

While some Eternals dreamed of marriage, family, or a future built beside someone else, Druig remained bound to what he had always believed was his only purpose: protecting humanity.

He had never allowed himself to imagine that there could be something in this world waiting for him.

His heart, which had spent centuries learning how to remain still, faltered for a single moment beneath her gaze.

There were so many answers he wished he could give her. So many words he had never dared to say. So many questions he had never found the courage to ask.

But, as he had done so many times before, he chose silence, his weapon in a battle he fought within himself every single day.

Druig turned his gaze back toward the fireflies and Tefiti did the same.

And that night, neither of them noticed that the tiny lights reflected on the water seemed to dance precisely between them, as though the universe itself insisted on illuminating what they were both still too afraid to see.

[lumaa4]

The cold night; “When Jesse Pinkman wakes up in the middle of the night and you go help him”

Jesse Pinkman X F!Reader

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote something wrong. <3

You felt a light breeze brush across your bare skin. The cold wind sent shivers down your body. In response, you curled in on yourself, searching for comfort in the man who had been holding you close just a few hours earlier. Your hand reached for the warmth that had shared the bed with you throughout the night, but all you found were tangled sheets.

Worried, you pushed yourself up and glanced around the room beyond the masculine silhouette. Nothing.

It took a few moments to shake the sleep from your tired mind before you finally slipped out of bed without making a sound. The room was freezing due to the temperature outside. Winter had arrived.

You took advantage of the open window to admire the view. The full moon hid behind thin layers of clouds. You let out a deep sigh, your breath forming a faint cloud that lingered in the cold night air. Then you closed the window, turned on the nearby heater, and left the bedroom.

Wrapping your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt to keep warm, you made your way through the house. You were wearing an old oversized shirt that fell low enough to cover your underwear.

As soon as you stepped into the living room, the strong smell of cigarette smoke hit you. You coughed softly at the sting it caused in your nose. That's when you saw him.

Jesse Pinkman was standing on the porch of the house you had shared for years. His back was turned to you, his gaze lost somewhere in the darkness. The television remained on in the living room, playing some random late-night program, a clear sign that he had been awake for a while.

Something was wrong.

You crossed the distance between the two of you in silence and wrapped your arms around him from behind. Jesse had expected you to come, so he didn't flinch. He simply reached down and took your hand. It was cold, but neither of you seemed to care.

"What happened?" – you whispered against his ear.

A stream of smoke slipped past his lips as a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I just can't fall back asleep."

He turned toward you, sliding an arm around your waist.

"You're wearing my shirt." – he pointed out, looking you up and down.

A shy smile tugged at your lips beneath his gaze.

"You said you didn't mind." – you replied, draping your arms around his neck.

"I don't. You look beautiful in it."

For a while, the two of you simply stood there exchanging glances and sharing the cigarette. The way Jesse held your waist felt almost desperate, as though he needed the reassurance of your presence to calm himself. When your eyes met, you could see the restlessness written across his features. The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, though he clearly tried to hide it.

You took the cigarette from his fingers, took a drag, and then stubbed it out in the ashtray.

You had been together for many years. You knew every terrible thing Jesse had done to get to where he was, and you had always been there to help him through it. More than anyone, you knew that when he got like this, pushing him would only make things worse. The best thing you could do was stay by his side until he was ready to talk. And when that moment came, you would make sure he felt as safe and understood as possible.

"Let's do something together. We could watch TV or play a game. It's pretty cold out, but if you want, we could take the bike out and ride around town. Or we could just go back to bed. I left the heater on for us."

His smile widened.

Jesse lifted his hands and gently cupped your face. His eyes lingered on your lips as if silently asking for permission to kiss them.

He always did that.

Even after all these years, after countless nights spent giving yourselves completely to one another, Jesse still asked for permission before holding your hand while walking through the streets of Haines. As if, despite every time you told him you loved him, he still couldn't believe he deserved to have you by his side.

That was what he always said.

Impatient, you closed the small distance that remained between you and kissed him.

It didn't matter that the town spent most of the year buried beneath cold weather and snow, Jesse's lips were always warm to you. Your entire body seemed to heat up from a single touch.

"I love you."

His voice was quiet, but your closeness allowed you to hear every word.

Deep down, you knew Jesse had woken up trapped in memories of his troubled past. It wasn't the first time it had happened. But more than anything, you knew how to help him through moments like these, just as he had helped you countless times whenever you needed him.

In the end, it would always be the two of you taking care of each other.

Just as it had always been.

"I love you too."

Author’s Note: I’M BACK!!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to update the page. I went through a huge writer’s block and couldn’t think of anything good enough to post for you guys. BUT I’M ALREADY WORKING ON MORE JESSE FANFICS (because honestly, it’s so hard to find good Jesse oneshots :(((((((

Second note: I’m also planning to post a new chapter of the Druig fanfic soon!!! Stay tuned, because something new should be coming out this week.

Third note: I’ve been thinking about bringing more characters to the page. I’d really love to write about Sevika from Arcane or Abby from TLOU (YES, I LOVE MUSCULAR WOMEN!!! JUDGE ME ALL YOU WANT). By next week, I should have everything planned out so I can post something about one of them.

Lastly, please don’t forget to interact! Leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed it. It helps me out a lot. THANK YOU!!!!

[boariss]

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[lumaa4]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 | Druig — Part. 4

Pairing: Druig × Female Original Character

Genre: Slow Burn | Character-Driven Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | Found Family | Eventual Smut

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote anything wrong.

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram

— ♡ —

When Tefiti awoke, the moon was still lingering in her gaze, reluctant to say farewell.

From her chamber, she watched the countless stars crossing paths above, silver threads weaving through the heavens, while the pale glow of moonlight brushed the sleeping city of Babylon in the faintest shimmer. It was in that hush of night that she slipped quietly through the corridors of the Domo, her steps soundless until her feet met the cool sand of the city below. A smile found her lips, and as she walked, the moon itself seemed enchanted, trailing her as though unwilling to lose sight of her being.

The humans still slept, and so Tefiti wandered the streets unburdened. She never tired of their praise or their murmured enchantments, yet the Eternal carried within her a quieter self, one she saved for moments like these. Alone. Untouched. At peace.

She loved to attend to the world around her, to the way Earth felt broader and more abundant than any realm she had known in the vast universe she had crossed. There was a fullness in its air, a living immensity that seemed to pulse even in silence. She cherished the cold breath of night against her skin, the way it lifted the fine hairs along her arms and left behind a delicate shiver. It felt, in some fragile way, almost human. Perhaps that was why she sought solitude at such hours to taste, however faintly, that borrowed humanity.

By the time she noticed, the sun had risen high enough to burn gently against her skin, casting gold along her silhouette and softening her gaze with honeyed light.

Her morning ritual had come to an end.

She turned back toward the Domo and soon encountered her friend Thena along the way.

“You began early today,” Thena observed.

“Good morning, Thena.” Thena’s expression softened in reply.

“I see you found the necklace.”

Tefiti lifted a brow, faintly surprised that she had noticed. Her fingers rose to the jewel, closing around the small pendant. A carved stone shaped like a star, translucent and violet as twilight. Her friend had always chosen her gifts carefully, ensuring they harmonized with her purple attire. In return, Tefiti had learned to offer her tokens in shades of white.

“Druig found it with some children in the fields.”

Thena caught the small smile that bloomed almost involuntarily at the mention of his name. A quiet laugh slipped from her lips.

“What?” Tefiti asked, though she already knew the reason.

Thena and Sersi always reacted the same way whenever she spoke of him. Sersi was subtler; Thena, rarely so.

“How generous of Druig,” Thena said, opening the kitchen door so they might enter.

“Druig is kind.”

“Yes, but more so with you. You know that.”

Tefiti let her hair fall deliberately across her face, hoping to conceal the warmth rising in her cheeks. Thena turned toward the cupboard in search of something.

“He does favors for you he would do for no one else. Perhaps Makkari, but even then…”

The Eternal paused when she realized she now stood alone in the kitchen.

Beyond the doorway, Tefiti was already moving swiftly down the corridors, sand once again beneath her shoes. She exhaled softly, trying not to dwell on her friend’s words, nor on the flush of feeling they had stirred.

Out in the streets, she greeted the early passersby. Having eaten nothing, she accepted a piece of bread from a woman holding her child and offered her thanks before continuing on. Even in moments of calm, her gaze remained attentive, drifting toward distant fields in search of any threat from the Deviants.

A small hand tugged lightly at the softer fabric of her tunic.

When she turned, she found herself surrounded by a cluster of children.

“May the heavens bless your grace, Goddess,” said the tallest among them.

She smiled at them all. She found it curious, how humans insisted on seeing the Eternals as gods, even when most of them asked otherwise.

“Your hair is so beautiful, Goddess. May we braid it?” one asked, lifting a small basket filled with freshly gathered flowers.

Tefiti glanced around. It was a day like any other: people moving through the streets, sheep and horses following their masters, children chasing laughter. No sign of danger. No shadow of worry.

She looked back at the hopeful faces before her and smiled and that was enough. The children seized her hands and led her to a nearby stone bench, their laughter bright as bells. At times, with her arms stretched between them, she teased them with gentle tickles, earning delighted shrieks in return.

A short distance away, Druig emerged at last from the Domo, his mysterious silhouette stepping into the light after much insistence from Ajak. He still seemed faintly irritated when he greeted Kingo and Gilgamesh with brief nods. They were accustomed to his temperament and continued their conversation undisturbed.

Then something caught his attention.

It took only a single echo of her laughter for him to know.

His gaze turned, and there she was. Tefiti seated among the small human creatures, their hands moving through her hair with reverence, as though it were spun from glass. Druig tightened his grip around the small notebook in his hands. He heard the murmurs of the passing adults. Some astonished by her gentleness, others whispering about her otherworldly beauty, others smiling at the tenderness of the scene. Druig heard every thought in that city.

None enthralled him more than the sight before him.

By Arishem, she was radiant. Every inch the goddess they whispered she was.

Tefiti smiled and waved to each noble who passed. The children finished their braids, and the smallest girl lifted a single flower from her basket. When her eyes met Tefiti’s, she froze. Awed, as though staring into a star. For a heartbeat, Tefiti thought she glimpsed her own reflection within the child’s shining gaze.

“You are beautiful, Goddess,” the girl said, tucking the flower gently between her ear and her hair.

The children stepped back so she might rise. Tefiti thanked each of them in turn and resumed her walk, the scent of flowers trailing softly behind her.

— ♡ —

As the day unfolded, Tefiti aided the humans in tasks beyond mortal strength. She took note of what required improvement to relay to Phastos later, gathered simple observations about human progress for Ajak, and by evening found herself speaking with a noble farmer who claimed to have seen great creatures in lands farther from the city.

Tefiti listened with careful attention, committing every detail to memory. Sprite stood at her side, subtly ensuring the man did not grow too anxious.

Tefiti was fond of the smallest Eternal. Of them all, she believed Sprite the one who felt closest to humanity. She possessed an enviable gift, the ability to speak with anyone, even the oldest of mortals. And when she was not busy provoking her companions, Sprite could hold the deepest conversations about humankind and every curiosity it inspired.

Unaware of her surroundings, Tefiti kept her gaze fixed upon the man before her. Meanwhile, Sprite’s eyes wandered across the city, interjecting only occasionally. She was more captivated by the sight of the Domo rising at the heart of the settlement and by the sun setting behind it, bathing the scene in quiet splendor.

Lost in such horizons, Sprite noticed the shadow of Druig.

She saw how utterly absorbed his gaze was in Tefiti. He held the leather notebook a human had once gifted him in quiet admiration, a stub of pencil resting in his other hand. One leg crossed to support the book, his head nearly bent into its pages. Every so often, he lifted his eyes to observe.

Sprite smiled.

Then, with deliberate mischief, she stepped sideways, placing herself directly between Druig and Tefiti. A small laugh escaped her as she waited.

Druig lifted his head again and widened his eyes when what he sought was no longer there. Sprite’s figure shattered his concentration entirely, and her provoking smile tested his patience. Behind her, Tefiti walked slowly beside the villager. Druig adjusted, attempting to focus once more, returning to his notebook. He raised his gaze again for detail.

Lifting his head once more in search of further detail, all he found was Sprite yet again.

The Eternal climbed atop a cluster of stones so she might remain at Tefiti’s height, that same grin unwavering. Druig exhaled sharply, snapping the book closed at last before retreating into the Domo.

“What is so amusing?” Tefiti asked shortly after bidding the man farewell. She had noticed her companion’s peculiar posture.

“I believe someone will have a headache later,” Sprite replied simply before leaving her behind.

Thoughtful, Tefiti made her way back toward the Domo yet again that day.

— ♡ —

The sky was dark now, and the moon absent. Yet no moon was needed to illuminate the night, for Sprite used her power to scatter fireworks across the heavens for the humans. She told them stories as she painted the air with light, and though she did so nearly every evening, they were always left breathless.

Tefiti lingered at the edge of the gathering after hours spent speaking with Kingo and Phastos. She watched the fireworks alongside the humans, yet her thoughts seemed detached from what her eyes beheld. Few Eternals were present at the celebration, and she found herself wondering where the others had gone.

Exhaustion tugged at her. She had risen before dawn and labored throughout the day. Quietly, she slipped away.

Head bowed, too weary to notice her surroundings, she walked toward the Domo and suddenly stumbled against something half-buried in the sand. She brushed it aside with her foot and discovered a notebook. Kneeling, she lifted it and cleaned the grains from its pages.

Only hours earlier, Druig had complained to Sprite about a missing notebook, accusing her of stealing it. Sprite had merely laughed.

Tefiti knew the notebook was a gift and that ever since accepting it, Druig had carried it everywhere. She had often wondered what occupied its pages.

As if wishing to answer her, the wind caught it and turned it open.

Her eyes were met with the incomplete drawing of a woman.

Braided hair adorned with a small flower. Behind her, a moon suggested silver light against blackened ink, as though the figure itself might glow from within the page.

But her face was left blank.

“Curious, hm?” a deep voice murmured behind her.

Tefiti startled, clearing her throat as she turned too quickly, instinct nearly summoning blades into her hands before her heart recognized him.

“Druig. It isn’t polite to frighten others.” She straightened, brushing sand from her tunic to avoid his eyes.

“You say that while going through my things.” He clasped his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing at his lips.

At last, she looked at him and lingered far too long.

“You never told me you liked to draw.”

This time it was Druig who seemed taken aback.

“You truly looked at the pages?” he asked, surprise flickering across his features.

She instantly regretted her honesty.

“It was only a glance. I didn’t mean to.” She closed the notebook gently, the image still vivid in her mind. “So… who was the woman with the braided hair?”

Their eyes met and for a fleeting moment, she could have sworn his gaze shone in answer. A slow smile curved his mouth as he stepped closer.

Tefiti followed his movements, her eyes tethered to his.

Druig took the notebook from her hands, their fingers brushing softly, and moved close enough to steal the air from her lungs.

“If I told you, you would never believe me.”

And with that, he withdrew the notebook and passed her without another word, a quiet smile still upon his face.

Tefiti remained motionless for several moments, waiting until the echo of his footsteps had faded before finally releasing the breath she had held for far too long.

[lumaa4]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 | Druig — Part. 3

Pairing: Druig × Female Original Character

Genre: Slow Burn | Character-Driven Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | Found Family | Eventual Smut

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote anything wrong.

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram

— ♡ —

Babylon, Weeks Later.

Tefiti enjoyed the melody her knives sang through the air, the metallic sound they made as they danced along with her hands. It pleased her.

“You’re supposed to hit the target, not me!” Kingo’s exasperated voice rang out, drawing a smile from the Eternal.

“Sorry. It’s hard to train with you.” she admitted, amused by his reaction.

“I may not fight like Thena, but you could at least give me some credit for the effort I’m making to stay alive right now,” he said indignantly.

“Alright. Let’s go again.”

Several of her knives were embedded in the ground around them. Kingo channeled his power once more that day and hurled it toward the woman in position. Tefiti needed only a single blade to slice the Eternal’s energy in half, creating a crackling explosion that threw her backward. The impact wasn’t strong, but it left her slightly dazed as she struggled to stay on her feet.

“Now we’re even.” Kingo said with a teasing grin.

“That wasn’t fair, but I’ll accept it. I don’t want to humiliate you too much today.” Tefiti replied, returning the smile.

They cleaned up the mess they had made, Tefiti opening small rifts around them and making all the knives disappear. Kingo watched her with curiosity.

“Fiti, you and Ikaris are the only ones among us with more than one power. Why don’t you ever use your manipulation?” he asked, making her visibly uncomfortable.

“Uh… I’m not very good at it.” she answered quickly, trying to steer away from the topic.

“Have you ever used it at all?” She sighed.

“Only once or twice.”

Her answer startled him.

“Tefiti, we’ve been on Earth for years and you’ve only used your power twice?” he exclaimed, nearly shouting. “Come on. Do it on me.”

She turned to him sharply, alarmed.

“Kingo, trust me, this isn’t a good idea.” she said, already knowing it wouldn’t be enough to convince him.

“It’s just an illusion, right? Arishem gave it to you. The least you can do is learn how to use it.” he insisted, stepping closer. “And lucky you, I’m volunteering as the test subject.”

Tefiti looked at him hesitantly as his hand rested on her shoulder in reassurance.

“Come on. It won’t be anything serious.”

She finally gave in, nodding.

“Great. What do I do now?”

The Eternal rubbed her hands together, thoughtful.

“Just… let me control you.” she said, lifting her hands toward his face.

He stood still, waiting. Tefiti placed her fingertips on either side of his face, touching his temples. They connected and were instantly swallowed by darkness.

Moments later, the scent of freshly cooked food filled the air. They heard voices around them, laughter, warmth. They felt happy. They were seated somewhere and then they could see.

The Eternals were gathered in a house they had never seen before, talking cheerfully and eating together. They couldn’t see beyond the walls, but they knew it was daytime. Thena stood at one end, and Gilgamesh appeared behind her carrying more food. Ajak was not there, but they couldn’t understand why.

The image grew blurry. The sounds faded.

When the connection broke and they returned to the present, Kingo was gasping for breath.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Tefiti asked.

She couldn’t see herself, but her eyes had turned a deep violet, the color slowly fading as she fully returned.

“Wow.” Kingo breathed. “Why did you make me see that? Why wasn’t Ajak there?”

Tefiti stepped away.

“I don’t know. I can’t control the images. They just… appear.” she explained, fearful of his reaction.

“That really wasn’t a good idea. I’m sorry, Tefiti.” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

His words eased her, and she nodded.

“It’s alright. Let’s go.” She offered him a gentle smile and headed toward the Domo.

They walked together through the city, waving and smiling at the humans. Out of habit, Tefiti placed a hand over her chest, searching for her necklace. She stopped abruptly when she realized it was gone, the one Thena had given her years ago.

Kingo noticed her absence beside him and turned back.

“Fiti, are you okay?”

She composed herself.

“Yes. Yes, of course. I just need to look for something. Go on ahead and tell the others I’m fine.”

She turned away before he could reply.

And so, she retraced her steps alone, searching for her gift.

— ♡ —

“The wonders of the world await you,” Sprite told the humans, shaping yet another of her stories with her power. “Follow Gilgamesh and Tefiti into battle. Be forever inspired by their bravery and strength. You and your companions will embark on great adventures and become legends yourselves!”

She finished smiling, greeted by the humans’ joyful cheers. Tefiti and Gilgamesh exchanged smiles when the young Eternal mentioned them.

The celebration had begun some time ago, and Tefiti was only there because Ajak had practically dragged her out of the Domo, begging her to enjoy herself instead of only training or fighting.

Soon the immortals gathered to drink, until Gilgamesh grew far too drunk and exuberant. Tefiti slipped away, finding a spot where the humans wouldn’t notice her. She watched a silly argument between a few men and Makkari, who gestured rapidly at them. She still hadn’t found Thena and felt embarrassed about losing her gift.

She heard careful footsteps behind her but felt no fear, nor did she need to turn to know who it was.

“Sometimes I wonder how they can be so incredible and so idiotic at the same time.” she said, noticing the men’s leering looks as Makkari turned to leave.

A soft chuckle behind her sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. The humans froze, their eyes slowly glowing yellow. Soon, they were clumsily grappling with one another.

Tefiti smiled.

“Better make them hug.” she suggested.

Druig accepted the idea immediately.

They watched their creation in silence.

“Why are you here alone instead of with the others?” Druig nudged her arm.

“I wanted some time to myself. To think.” she sighed. “And Gilgamesh is drunk.”

They laughed.

“And why are you here?” she asked, turning to him.

“I wanted to thank you for worrying about me when my headaches came back.”

“Don’t waste your time on that, Druig. I was just helping you.”

He nodded softly, looking at her longer than he should have. He couldn’t stop himself, not when she was this close, this beautiful. He smiled, but hid it.

“You seem so down today, Fiti. What happened?”

“It’s nothing. Stop it.” she said, smiling to cover it up.

“Hm. I’m not convinced.” He stepped closer.

She rolled her eyes, laughing.

“Of course you aren’t.”

“Your necklace is gone,” he said.

She looked at him, startled.

She hadn’t expected him to notice something so small. No one else had. But Druig had. He always did.

“Yeah… I lost it.” she admitted, her hurt finally visible.

He bit his lip to suppress a laugh and moved closer.

“My beautiful, beautiful Tefiti. You’re very lucky I like you so much.” he said, lifting a hand to brush her hair aside.

She stared at him, speechless, her cheeks warming as their faces drew close. He pulled away at the last moment, opening his hand.

“Druig…”

Her necklace lay in his palm.

She smiled, taking it from him and examining it.

“Some children were playing with it. I took the liberty of stealing it back.” he said mischievously.

She eyed him uncertainly.

“Tell me the children are fine and that you didn’t kill them,” she joked.

He laughed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I just took it for you.”

They smiled at each other.

“I’ll believe you this time. Thank you.” she said, trying to fasten it herself.

Seeing her struggle, he stepped in.

“Let me.” He took the ends of the necklace, moving her hair aside. “There. Better.”

“Thank you again, Druig.” she said shyly, adjusting her hair.

Before he could reply, Sersi appeared excitedly behind her, grabbing her arm.

“Tefiti, I need to talk to you.”

She barely glanced at Druig.

“Oh—alright. See you later, Druig.” she said, smiling.

The two Eternals walked off together, chatting happily. But Druig’s eyes followed only one of them until her figure disappeared among the humans.

[lumaa4]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 | Druig — Part. 2

Pairing: Druig × Female Original Character

Genre: Slow Burn | Character-Driven Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | Found Family | Eventual Smut

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote anything wrong.

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram

— ♡ —

Babylon, 575 B.C.

The humans’ desperate screams grew louder as more Deviants arrived to attack. It had been a surprise assault, but the Eternals were quick to place themselves before the city and enter the fight.

The beasts ran and leapt over the humans’ shelters, destroying everything in their path. Makkari raced through the chaos, trying to save those in greatest danger, but it was too much for her to do alone. Ikaris noticed at once and flew toward the nearest Deviante, drawing its attention away from the city to a safer distance.

Tefiti and Gilgamesh rushed through the city gates, searching for the source of the threat. The sudden attack had caught everyone off guard, and they had to move fast to keep more lives from being lost. Druig and Makkari followed close behind, focused on removing people from danger and guiding them to safety.

“Quick! Through the gates!” Makkari shouted, while Druig channeled his power to control as many minds as he could.

When the citadel gates finally closed and only the Eternals remained outside, the bloody battle truly began. Gilgamesh used his power to stun and shove one of the most aggressive Deviants. Makkari and Tefiti sprinted toward it. The speedster lent her momentum to the fighter, helping her leap onto the beast. Instantly, Tefiti’s knives appeared at her side like a living shield, following her movements as they sliced and sealed the Deviante’s hide. Gilgamesh finished the creature with a crushing punch to its chest, the force of his blow stopping its heart.

Tefiti landed back on the ground and only then realized she had been wounded. Blood spilled from her waist down her leg. She pressed a hand against the injury, applying pressure as she looked around, silently pleading for help from one of her siblings.

“Tefiti.” Gilgamesh’s voice echoed through the city, alarming the others.

Druig and Makkari, farther away, turned toward her in concern, seeing her condition. Tefiti did not notice in time, but one last Deviante was still alive. The beast lunged at her, knocking her to the ground, and instantly the others rushed toward them.

Druig moved to run to her side, but was stopped when Thena suddenly joined the fight. Even injured, Tefiti held the Deviante’s body above her as it tried to bite her. Gilgamesh yanked the creature by its tail, and Thena severed its head, killing it.

“You’re late, sister,” the brunette said to the blonde as she struggled to her feet.

“But I arrived at the right moment,” Thena replied, helping Tefiti stand and examining the wound.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt,” Tefiti assured her, trying to sound convincing.

“Go find Ajak when we get inside, understood?” Thena scolded her.

The group gathered before the gates, discussing the situation and assessing the damage.

“Are you okay?” Tefiti heard Druig’s low voice murmur behind her.

She turned in surprise, studying him carefully.

“Yes. And you?” she asked, inspecting him in return.

“I’m fine. I just controlled too many people today.” His comment stirred concern in her.

“The headaches again?” Druig looked away for a moment.

“Let’s not talk about me right now.” He met her gaze again. “You worried me today, Fiti.”

She nodded, recalling the moment.

“Dru, I’m fine...” she tried to convince him, but only succeeded in irritating him further.

“It doesn’t look that way.” His eyes dropped to the wound at her waist.

She placed her hands over it, uncomfortable.

“But everything worked out in the end, didn’t it? Thena helped me, and the humans—” Druig scoffed softly, clasping his hands behind his back.

“I only came to ask you to be careful. I don’t care about the others” he admitted, leaving the woman before him stunned by his words.

“Tefiti?” Ikaris called her attention before she could respond. “Ajak is waiting for you.”

She nodded, giving Druig one last look. He was still watching her as she walked into the city. Tefiti followed shortly after.

— ♡ —

Atop the great temple, Ajak observed the city calmly. She knew it had been a difficult morning, but everything had turned out well thanks to her companions. She smiled, satisfied with the results of their journey so far, happy to know she had influenced her Eternals far more positively than she had expected years ago.

She turned away and took a deep breath, focusing on connecting with Arishem. A sphere emerged from her chest, linking her to the Celestial.

“Ajak?” His voice echoed within her mind.

“Arishem,” she bowed reverently. “We continue to keep Babylon safe from the Deviants, and more people are coming in search of refuge. It is now the greatest city on Earth.”

“The Eternals, serving other galaxies, will know of your success.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I respect your grand design, Arishem… but I have noticed something very special about this planet. And above all, I sense immense potential in the Eternals. This family is—”

“Do not refer to them as ‘family,’ and do not grow attached to this planet. You are nothing more than a team with a purpose, and so you must remain!” the Primordial Celestial reprimanded her.

Ajak’s expression shifted as she tried to understand her superior’s point.

“You must focus on the true purpose of your mission!” he added.

The Eternal Matriarch took a few moments before responding.

“I understand. And I will obey.”

Arishem severed the connection, ending the conversation. Ajak sighed as she returned to Babylon and turned toward the Domo.

— ♡ —

Thena walked through the Domo’s corridors when she heard a sound coming from another direction. Curious, she followed it. Slowly approaching the kitchen, she stopped at the doorway when she saw Tefiti standing with her back turned.

The other Eternal focused on a cup in her hands, herbs scattered across the counter.

“You should take care of your wounds,” Thena finally announced her presence. “Has Ajak looked at you yet?”

Tefiti jumped at the sudden voice, turning around startled.

“Uh… not yet,” she replied, turning back to the cup. “I’m worried Druig isn’t feeling well, and Gilgamesh is too busy to make him tea. My injuries can wait a little longer,” she explained, adding the final ingredients to the boiling water.

“The headaches again?” Thena leaned against the wall.

“Yes. He practically controlled the entire city today.”

It wasn’t the first time Druig had controlled a large number of humans and suffered pain afterward. The headaches had begun around six hundred years ago, and Tefiti had always been there to help him, alongside Gilgamesh.

When she finished preparing the remedy, the two walked together to the main hall. Phastos was arguing with Ajak when they arrived. Tefiti smiled at the sight and headed toward the mind-controller standing off to one side.

He met her gaze almost immediately.

“Drink this. It’ll help with the pain,” she said, placing the cup in his hands.

Druig kept his eyes on her as he took his first sip. He thanked her, and she responded with a gentle smile.

“Tefiti, I’m glad you’re here. Would you mind being my partner in crime for a moment?” Phastos called out.

“For you, always, Phastos,” she replied with a playful smile.

“By Arishem! Dear, what happened to you?” Ajak asked, approaching with concern upon seeing the wound.

“Deviants,” Thena answered for her.

The Matriarch channeled her power and quickly began healing Tefiti.

“They’re getting more aggressive. Look at the damage,” Phastos said, observing the injury.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Tefiti reassured them, aware that Druig was watching her from across the room.

“You must come to me when something like this happens again,” Ajak said, finishing her work.

Tefiti nodded.

“Alright, now… Phastos, did you go to the party last night like I asked?” Ajak questioned, already knowing the answer.

Tefiti suppressed a smile.

“The party? Yes. Yes, I did.”

“He worked all night,” Druig cut in, smiling mischievously as he set the cup down.

Phastos glared at him as if he might kill him with his eyes.

“Just so you know, Tefiti stayed with me too.” he admitted, earning an indignant look from her.

“Hey! We agreed you wouldn’t drag me into this.” she snapped.

“I build machines, sweet. I don’t keep my word.” he replied. She rolled her eyes and stepped away.

“Behave.” Ajak said, scanning the room. “And where is Sersi?”

“Late, of course.” Makkari finally spoke.

“Sorry, but I have something very exciting to show you.” Phastos said enthusiastically.

He pulled Ajak to the center of the room and, using the Uni-Mind, revealed his new prototype.

Druig slowly walked up beside Tefiti, grabbing a piece of fruit from the basket behind her.

“What is it?” Ajak asked, confused.

“It’s an engine. Tefiti and I spent the night building it. It moves high-pressure steam to low pressure. Uh… it’ll help them cultivate the fields much faster.”

“They’re going to be afraid,” Thena said. Phastos looked disappointed. “Sorry.”

“They’ve only had the wheel for a thousand years.” Druig added.

“Then why don’t you do that thing?” Phastos suggested. “You know, use your mind to control them so they’d—”

“Ajak, are you hearing this?” Druig asked, appalled.

Tefiti laughed beside him.

“Phastos, this is… this is too…” Ajak trailed off. “It’s too soon.”

Before the inventor could argue, Sersi rushed into the room.

“Oh, she’s here.” Makkari remarked.

Sersi straightened her posture.

“What did I miss?”

Phastos sighed in defeat.

“Nothing. Just the cries of my deep disappointment. We wasted our time, my friend.” He rested a hand on Tefiti’s shoulder in consolation.

“I’m sure there’s something simpler,” Ajak said gently.

“Simpler? Okay, let me think.” He returned to the center, forming a new object with the Uni-Mind. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… the plow. It plows the land.”

He stepped aside, leaving the prototype behind.

“I know settlers moving north. They’ll need this for their fields,” Tefiti added, easing the mood.

“Ah, thank you, Fiti,” Phastos said.

“Listen, humans are evolving more slowly than we would like. But there’s no way to know what wonders they may yet discover,” Ajak said, inspiring the others.

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𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 | Druig — Part. 1

Pairing: Druig × Female Original Character

Genre: Slow Burn | Character-Driven Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Canon Divergence | Found Family | Eventual Smut

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote anything wrong.

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram

— ♡ —

The Domo, on its way to Earth.

In the beginning, everything seemed calm and empty, like a deep sleep, in which the body drifted through the infinite vastness of the universe.

With a sudden spark, the body awakened, and the Eternal opened her eyes for the very first time. It took only a few moments to grow accustomed to her form, and then her gaze fell upon the statue of her creator standing before her. It was scarlet red, bearing a majestic presence.

Others were beside her, her Eternal siblings. All sat in a circle around Arishem, awaiting the decision of the Primordial Celestial on who would lead them on their new journey.

As if by magic, an enigmatic sphere formed in Arishem’s hands, one that everyone somehow felt they already knew intimately. The sphere made its way to the Eternal Matriarch, Ajak.

“This is the beginning,” she said.

Consensus was reached. Soon, they all rose from their places, positioning themselves against the walls of the Domo, each awaiting their destiny. The Current flowed through the ship’s walls and into each Eternal, channeling its power to form a unique suit for each of them. In that very instant, they became aware of their abilities and strengths.

Destiny was etched into every one of them.

Tefiti took a moment to admire her attire. It was purple, with black accents. A bit unsure, she walked toward the great window that revealed the galaxy into which they were now descending. Though still distant, she admired the shape of the new planet she would soon come to know.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she heard a voice behind her and turned slightly.

The Eternal made sure to observe the suit of the one standing beside her. It was entirely black, save for a few purple edges. She would remember those details.

“It is.”

Together, they witnessed the immensity of the universe beyond, marveling at the magnitude of its infinite greatness.

“My name is Druig,” he whispered into the silence between them.

“Tefiti,” she introduced herself. “I have the feeling it will be a great honor to fight by your side, Druig.”

“I can say I feel the same, Tefiti,” he added.

The Eternal Druig looked at the woman beside him and, suddenly, felt intrigued.

“What is your power?” he asked.

She returned his gaze.

“What yours?”

They smiled at one another and when they realized it, the moment had arrived.

They were passing through Earth’s exosphere.

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Waves lashed violently against the rocks. The restless tide should have driven the fragile humans away, but hunger and scarcity outweighed fear. A small child cleaned fish while his father cast the nets. Tonight would have been a wonderful night, food in abundance, the people gathered together.

It would have been, if the Deviants did not exist.

From afar, atop the rocks overlooking the shore, two men on watch began to shout. The child dropped the food and turned toward the hysterical cries.

“It’s coming! Run!” they yelled, pointing toward the open sea.

The child turned back, staring at the ocean behind him, and found his father within his sight, realizing how close he stood to the water.

Fear took hold of him.

“Father!” he cried.

The older man, knowing it was already too late, spoke his final word to his son.

“Run,” he said calmly, even as the terror of death consumed him.

The creature emerged from the waters beside him, wasting no time or remorse as it devoured the human body. It took little time to digest its prey before turning toward its next victim, roaring monstrously.

A thunderous crash followed by a blinding yellow light knocked the child to the ground. The Deviante was hurled backward by the inhuman force that struck it. It was Ikaris, flying swiftly toward the creature, firing another laser from his eyes. Provoked, the Deviante took flight to pursue him.

Still in shock and awe, the child watched the battle unfold, unaware of another Deviante behind him. The monster stared at the small being, stepping carefully so as not to alert its prey. It could already taste the flesh before leaping.

The human barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he felt a force seize him and carry him far away. He stopped, and only then saw the second figure among the Eternals.

It was Makkari.

There was no time to thank her. The speedster vanished in a blur, doing everything she could to save those in danger. Several Deviants surrounded the small human camp. One tried to attack, but failed as Makkari rescued the people before it could strike. Caught off guard, the creature was stunned by a new power entering the battle.

Kingo walked toward it with confidence, channeling his energy once more just before his swift companion slammed the monster toward him. She sent it flying in his direction, and he finished it off with two precise shots.

Another Deviante fell.

“Nice move,” he signed to her.

“So was yours,” she replied.

Elsewhere, Tefiti watched Gilgamesh and Thena advance upon another Deviante. The Eternal moved fearlessly, charging his fist before delivering a devastating blow. Thena formed two blades from pure energy, slicing through the creature’s legs. Tefiti decided it was time to join the fight.

She brought her hands to her sides as if beginning a dance, and knives forged from the strongest metal ever created emerged into existence. She ran, the blades levitating around her, and leapt atop the monster. With gentle movements of her arms, the knives followed her will and soon, the Deviante was dead. When her feet touched the ground and no danger remained, the blades vanished into rifts in reality she herself had opened.

“You fought well,” Thena said.

“So did you.”

They smiled.

The battle between Ikaris and the first Deviante still raged above the sea. Ikaris dodged the creature’s charge and struck it with another laser. The monster weakened, on the brink of losing consciousness, and the last thing it saw was the Eternal surging forward and ending it with a decisive punch that sent it crashing lifelessly below.

The humans’ desperate screams slowly faded as the final Deviante fell. They emerged from their hiding places, cautiously approaching the extraterrestrial group. Spears clenched tightly in their hands, they watched as the Domo revealed itself to human eyes for the first time.

Ajak, Sersi, Phastos, Makkari, and Druig stepped from the ship, setting foot upon Earth at last. Druig inhaled deeply, breathing in the pure air of this new home, his gaze fixed on the frightened humans. A golden hue filled his eyes as he took control of their fragile minds. With a simple motion of his hand, the mortals dropped their weapons, yielding to the immortals. Ajak channeled her power to heal Ikaris’s wound.

“Thank you, Ajak,” he said.

The Eternal Matriarch merely nodded.

Soon, the Eternals stood side by side before the humans. The child who had lost his father earlier stepped forward. Ajak gave Sersi the permission she needed to approach him. The inhuman woman picked up the forgotten knife from the ground, using her power to alter its very substance. They moved toward each other, cautious and unsure.

Sersi held out the knife.

The child took it.

It was the beginning of a grand journey.

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𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏──͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram.

(𝗼𝗻𝗲): First, it’s super important that you know about the Celestial War between the Aspirants and the Celestials. So here’s a summary of the story:

-› “During the conflict known as the Celestial War, in which the Aspirants waged war against the cosmic beings known as the Celestials for dominion over all existence, the Godslayer Armor was created. A weapon of great power that the Aspirants used to annihilate the Celestials. However, in the end, the Aspirants lost the war and were crushed by the remaining Celestials.”

Knowing this, be aware that this point in the original Celestial lore will be important at some point.

(𝘁𝘄𝗼): Tefiti was created by me through great inspiration from Cyra Noavek (a character from the book Carve the Mark, written by Veronica Roth).

Another inspiration from the same book mentioned above is the Currentgift. In this story, it will be used as a creation of Arishem and serves as the main foundation that makes the Domo, the Eternals’ ship, function. Besides this example, the Currentgift is also used by Ajak to lock special doors or by Phastos in some exclusive weapons for the Eternals.

(𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲): Yes, the character name Tefiti was inspired by the movie Moana, specifically the island Te Fiti that appears in the animation.

(𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿): The story is not entirely coherent with the movie, and other elements created by me will be added to make everything make sense in the end.

(𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲): Tefiti is the one who will be possessed by Mahd Wy’ry. Thena will be freed from this possession in this story and will take a different path throughout the chapters.

͏𝐖𝐈𝐊𝐈 ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏──͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

main powers

-› Knife Manipulation: The character can create and manipulate knives, making them float and move in any chosen direction. The size, type, properties, and other details of the knives can also be altered by her.

(just like the GIF below)

-› Manipulative Hypnosis: Consists of Tefiti being able to implant, create, shape, and manipulate illusions, making targets see, hear, touch, smell, or taste things that do not really exist, or causing them to perceive things differently from how they truly are.

developed powers

-› Magic: Through various means, the character can access and manipulate the mystical forces hidden within the universe, gaining their vast capabilities. These mystical forces can affect matter and energy in strange ways, causing effects such as rifts in reality.

-› Force Field: A power that allows her to generate force fields of varying sizes and shapes around herself or multiple people, using them as defense to block almost any type of attack from enemies, solely through her magic that produces these shields.

-› Protection: The character can cast protection spells so that she and her companions are safeguarded against certain dangers or attacks.

-› Currentbond: A power that Arishem absorbed from the Aspirants shortly after the end of the War, in which the bond can be used and channeled into certain weapons, ships, and doors.

-› Currentcorruption: A result of Mahd Wy’ry’s possession of Tefiti, in which the current runs through her body and grants Tefiti the ability to torture anyone who comes into contact with the currentgift in her body, including torturing herself.

-› Currentcontrol: A skill developed by Druig, and only he is capable of repelling the currentgift presence anywhere.

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Druig x Fem Eternal | Fanfic

Cover and gif made by @spiderswff on Instagram.

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀┃When his touch becomes something as necessary as feeling his aura, that is when Tefiti realizes her love for Druig.

The Eternals were sent to a planet, something common for the great Primordial Celestial, who would see the same thing happen thousands and thousands of times. But things begin to go wrong when the Eternal Tefiti is possessed by the Mahd Wy’ry and starts having memories of things that should not belong to her past.

Now, with the group scattered across the world, one Eternal dead, and a love in the midst of chaos… who will be able to take care of Tiamut’s situation?

introduction

part.1

part.2

part.3

part.4

part.5

part.6

 

— ♥︎ If I had to stop admiring the moon in order to have you, I would do so, for I could admire the entire universe every time I looked into your eyes.

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“So good for me.” +16

Jesse Pinkman X Female

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English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote something wrong. <3

The house was loud. Just a few hours earlier, some of Jesse’s friends had shown up at their shared place. Skinny and Badger were playing some random game on the console while Jesse drank a beer, watching the two of them.

You were in the kitchen making some snacks for the guys, sometimes laughing at how the friends argued with each other over the game.

As you sliced the bread, you drifted off into thought. About your relationship with Jesse, and how much it had improved over the last few months since you started helping him with the drugs. You smoked weed, always had and you liked it even more when you did it with Jesse. But you hated it when he used anything harder. So you made him promise not to use anything else, just smoking together sometimes.

You had a strong personality. You didn’t bow your head to anyone. But there was something about that man that made all that toughness melt away. You let your guard down when you were with him, and you knew it was the same for him. The two of you slipped into a safe zone whenever you were together, no matter the situation.

After putting the food on a plate, you grabbed a few more beers from the fridge and walked into the living room where they were.

The first thing you noticed was the smile on Jesse’s face as he looked at those two. But it didn’t take long for your eyes to meet. His smile didn’t falter for a second, but you felt something change. It was that lovestruck smile he only gave you. The way his eyes narrowed just a bit, like he was completely mesmerized by the sight of you.

You smiled back and quickly shifted your attention to the other two in the room. You could feel a light blush on your cheeks. That’s what that smile did to you.

“Ahh, thanks a lot, Y/N. I’m starving,” Skinny said, being the first to grab the snack you left on the coffee table.

“Yeah, thanks, Y/N,” Badger followed right after him.

“It’s nothing. I’m gonna head back to the kitchen,” you said, your words aimed more at Jesse, since the other two were already back to focusing on the game.

Jesse gave you a small nod, like he was thanking you. What he didn’t know was that you’d do anything for him.

Back in the kitchen, you went to check on the cookies that were baking. You bent down to open the oven door, checking if they were ready. When you were done, you stood back up and closed it.

“The way you stick your ass out like that is gonna drive me crazy, babe,” Jesse said as his hands suddenly grabbed you.

The surprise made you choke a little as he spoke right into your ear.

“Holy shit, Jesse, you scared me,” you snapped, turning to face him, still annoyed by the scare.

There was a wicked smile on his face that made your pussy clench.

“Finish those cookies quick and I’ll get them out of the house sooner, yeah?” he said, stepping closer.

You were way too gone to answer, so you just pressed your lips to his. Too desperate to have him. During the kiss, you could feel Jesse smiling.

Fuck. That man was going to fuck you with the biggest grin in the world.

The kiss ended with a soft pop that echoed between you both.

“So good for me,” he said, kissing you again, faster this time. “I’m gonna make you dizzy.”

Oh, you already were… very much so.

“Hurry up, babe. I need to fuck you now.”

He left the kitchen, leaving you almost passing out from how turned on you were.

God, you really wanted to get those cookies done already…

I’m back~

Sorry for taking so long to update the page 😭 I’ve been super busy with work and didn’t really have time to write. But I already have some new ideas ready and I’m planning to post more during the week. I hope you enjoyed it, and thank you so much for reading this far 💖

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Riding in the car with Jesse + 16

Jesse Pinkman x Female

Inspiration for Cassie's scene from Euphoria

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English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote something wrong.

The music was blasting, so loud people had to yell just to talk. And Y/N loved it.

Leaning against a wall a little away from the crowd, she just watched the party go down. People drinking, dancing… making out.

Y/N smirked, taking the last sip of her drink.

“Love when you smile like that,” a voice whispered right in her ear from behind.

She didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“I don’t have to do anything and you’ll still say you love something about me, Pinkman,” she whispered back in his ear.

Jesse grinned, hands gripping her waist tight.

“That’s ‘cause I love everything about you, babe.” He leaned in for a kiss, but Y/N pulled away before his lips could catch hers.

With a teasing smile, she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowd. A couple times they got shoved together by people bumping around them, and each time Y/N made sure to press her body against Jesse just right, hitting that spot she knew gave him chills.

The second they stepped outside the party, Jesse’s hands were all over her. He pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard. Y/N kissed him back just as hungrily, smiling into it.

“Calm down, boy,” she whispered, pulling back to meet his eyes. “You can claim me when we’re home.”

That was all it took, now Jesse was the one pulling her by the hand, heading straight for their car.

It was way too obvious how desperate he was to get home, just to taste every inch of his girl. He slammed the pedal, flying through the empty streets. It was late, no traffic, just them.

Craving more, Jesse’s hand slid up her thigh. Y/N smirked, an idea sparking. She shifted in her seat, turning toward him, then leaned halfway out the window. The tight dress she wore slid up on purpose.

“Jesus, woman,” Jesse muttered, torn between watching the road and watching her.

One hand still on the wheel, he used the other to tug her panties down. Y/N lifted her hips to help him, and in seconds they were gone. Shifting gears, Jesse’s hand was right back between her legs.

Outside the window, Y/N smiled with the wind in her hair, letting her thoughts drift away.

Damn, that night was gonna be a long one.

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I have a Jesse Pinkman fanfic idea, but it would be long. I'm wondering if I should post it or not….

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Jesse proposes after having sex +18

Jesse Pinkman x Female

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English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote something wrong <3

It all started with Jesse asking you to watch a movie in your room. The movie was actually good. Kinda rare, since most of his picks weren’t really your thing.

Then his hand slid over your leg. Okay, fine, just being sweet. But then it happened again, his hand moving higher each time, until it slipped under your loose shirt, cupping your tits.

You tried to stay focused on the movie, but that got harder once he started kissing your neck.

“Jesse, I’m trying to watch,” you whispered, half-laughing between the TV noise and his mouth on your skin.

“Forget it,” he muttered, flipping your body so he was on top. “I need you.”

The second his body pressed against yours, you felt how hard he was. You moaned at the heat rolling off him. Jesse yanked your shirt up, helping you pull it off, and right away he was on your tits like a starving man. You tangled your fingers in his hair while he pinched the other nipple with his hand.

“So damn tasty. All mine.”

You lifted your hips when he reached for your pants. No panties, that earned you a grin.

“Already ready for me, huh?” His fingers teased your clit, pulling another moan out of you.

“Jesse!” His name slipped from your lips like a prayer.

“It’s cool, girl, I got you.”

When he pulled his hand back, you took the chance to undress him too. Your hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slow.

“Fuck, your hand feels so good,” he groaned, making you smile at the reaction.

“Not as good as my mouth, babe,” you teased, sliding down and wrapping your lips around him.

Jesse’s head fell back with a rough moan. He grabbed your hair, guiding you on his cock.

“Wanna cum inside you,” he rasped, pulling you off and dragging you back onto the bed.

He positioned himself between your legs, sliding into your pussy slow.

“Always so tight,” he moaned in your ear.

Your legs wrapped around him, locking him against you. One hand on his cheek, eyes locked as you fucked. His thrusts were deep, steady, raw. Enough to make you lose every bit of control.

“I’m gonna cum, Jesse,” you gasped, fingers on your clit.

You were gone, body breaking apart under him. Jesse groaned loud, and only then did you both come together.

“So fucking good,” he breathed, pulling out and watching his cum drip from you. “Feelin’ good, babe?”

He pulled you close against his chest, both of you still catching your breath.

“You always make me feel good, Jesse,” you murmured, kissing him.

He bit his lip, fighting back a grin while staring at you like you were everything.

“Falling in love again, Pinkman?” you teased, brushing his face with your hand.

“With you? Always,” he said, kissing you back.

This time, though, his smile didn’t fade. Before you could even ask, he reached over to the nightstand, opened a drawer, and pulled out a small box.

“I know you don’t like about fancy shit, but I hope you’ll like this,” he said, handing it to you.

Your smile matched his as you sat up beside him, not even caring when the sheet slipped and your bare chest was out.

“Jesse…” Your words died when you saw the little ring sparkle in the box.

“Will you marry me?” he leaned his head on your shoulder, waiting.

“Yes. Oh my God, of course I will.” You pulled him in for another kiss.

“Put it on me.”

“The ring or…” He smirked, and you laughed, smacking his shoulder.

“The ring, dumbass.”

Carefully, he slid it on your finger.

“Mrs. Pinkman… damn, that sounds good on you.” He kissed you again.

“You like it? I love it.”

The kisses came back fast, Jesse pulling you onto his lap. You already knew you were gonna spend the whole night showing him just how much you loved him back.

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Fucking Jesse while smoking + 18

Jesse Pinkman x Female

English is not my first language. Please let me know if I wrote something wrong <3

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Inspired by Eminem's song; Superman

There was some Superman movie playing on the bedroom TV, but you weren’t even watching it anymore.

You were way too into the high from the joint Jesse rolled for us. Everything felt chill, smooth. You loved kicking it with him like that. Loved how he made all your senses just melt.

“You high, baby?” he whispered in my ear, warm smoke brushing past my face.

“Yeah,” I laughed, looking at him.

“Yeah?” His hand slid down my thighs.

We were down to just our underwear, clothes already tossed aside. Long-ass day for both of us. We planned to meet up right after I got off work.

“Talk to me,” I said, taking another hit.

Jesse flashed that dumb smile that only he can pull off.

“You want me to tell you somethin’?” His hand slipped inside my panties.

His grin got even bigger when he felt how wet I was.

“Mm-hm.” I bit my lip.

I leaned back on the pillow, joint in one hand, the other pulling on his hair.

“I know what you wanna hear,” I moaned when he started rubbing my clit.

I held the joint to his mouth, letting him take a drag while his fingers kept working me. By then we were both grinning at each other like idiots.

“Jesse… I want…” I couldn’t even finish, just moaning nonstop.

“I know you want me, baby.” He kissed me all sloppy. “Think I want you too.”

“Let me ride you.” I grabbed his hand before he could make me come.

“Fuck yeah, do it.” Jesse leaned back on the pillow.

Joint between my lips, I climbed on top of him. He gripped my hips, lined himself up. I slid down slow, watching his face twist, hearing him groan.

“Shit, you feel so good.” I blew smoke before I started bouncing on him.

Jesse snatched the joint from my mouth, hit it himself. I leaned close, breathing in the weed on his lips before kissing him messy. We broke the kiss with a moan. His hand dragged down my stomach, back to my clit. He rubbed me harder while I rode him.

He wanted us to come together.

“Jesse!” His name slipped out, shaky.

“Yeah, keep goin’, just like that.”

Couple more bounces and we both lost it. I dropped my forehead against his, moaning with him.

“You good?” he brushed my hair back.

I nodded, smiling.

“That was fire.” I slid off him, his cum leaking out of me.

“Love you, girl.” He pulled me close.

“Love you too.”

We always got hella sleepy after smoking, so we just let it hit and passed out together.

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When you steal a CD of a game that Jesse really wanted.

This is the first story I'm posting here. I hope you like it.

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The day had dawned colder, the signs of winter beginning to show.

Y/N drew back the curtain to check the weather outside. Everything was very calm; she lived in a small house in a neighborhood where most of her neighbors were elderly. She liked them, she especially liked Alice, the neighbor across the street, who always brought her food when she cooked. Her house smelled because of the constant smoking indoors, but she started to take better care of herself when Mrs. Alice came to visit. She didn’t want to leave a bad impression.

She had woken up late, almost noon, still looking sleepy and with a headache from the two bottles of beer she’d drunk yesterday. She went to the bathroom and looked for the same medicine she took when she drank too much, brushed her teeth and fixed her messy hair. She put on a wider pair of pants, something that would keep her warm. Over that she left on the same shirt she’d slept in and put on a jacket her boyfriend had given her, zipped halfway. She didn’t feel hungry when she woke up, so she just grabbed her bag and left the house.

Today was one of the few days her day off from work overlapped with Jesse’s, and they always made sure to spend the day together when that happened.

She checked her phone to see the time and saw she was a little late. She quickened her pace toward the square a few blocks from her house. Along the way, she smiled at the small memories that hit her.

When she met Jesse at school, it was right after some older girls stole her lunch money. He shared a squashed piece of bread he had in his jacket pocket. Gradually, she started spending recess beside that awkward boy. Little by little, she began to understand his dubious humor and how he was actually funny despite his tough-guy look. Gradually, she fell in love. Y/N’s mother didn’t like her daughter being friends with the junkie boy from the next neighborhood at all, but Y/N began sneaking out just to meet him. They started sharing everything with each other, like best friends. Not long after, they were sharing the same spliff.

Jesse was surprisingly caring with Y/N whenever they smoked or drank together. Something that bothered her. Why did her feelings for Jesse always seem to grow when she was high? And Jesse seemed more concerned with taking care of her than noticing the huge signals she sent him about wanting him to make a move. Until one day she couldn’t keep it in anymore and kissed his seductive lips. That’s where it all began.

The next day she went to school thinking the boy wouldn’t even remember what she’d done that night, but he did. At recess she went to the back of the school where there weren’t many people, where she always met him. She was greeted with a long kiss on the lips and from then on that’s always how Jesse greeted her.

“Babe.” — The boy smiled when he saw her.

He kissed her lips and took a moment to admire her.

Despite the cold weather, Y/N wore a top that showed her boobs well. She almost never wore a bra, especially when she met her boyfriend, because she knew he was obsessed with her tits.

“If you’re going to stare shamelessly, at least close your mouth so you don’t drool, Pinkman.” — She said, with a mischievous smile.

“Sorry, babe, you’re so beautiful.” — He kissed her again, this time quicker.

“It’s your eyes, darling.”

The boy, who had been leaning on the car hood, stood up.

“So… what do you want to do today? We can go somewhere or hang out at my place.” — He opened the car door for her to get in.

Y/N looked at him with a smile. “Hang out” for him would be spending the day having sex, smoking, and watching some awful movie he liked.

“Actually, I need to stop by that bookstore to exchange my book.”

“Alright, then let’s go to the bookstore.” — He closed the door on his side and ran around to the driver’s side.

As soon as Jesse started the car, Y/N turned on the radio looking for a song they both liked. The radio landed on Eminem’s new song, “Superman”. Y/N didn’t need to look at the man beside her to know he was smiling at the song choice.

She liked looking out the car window whenever she went out with Jesse. She liked how he was quiet, how he left Y/N alone. Her parents were very abusive; she had to leave home early just to get away from them. Jesse begged her to come live with him, but she never accepted. She thought it was too soon for that.

She remembered when she was younger. The times her mother called her a whore for going out with Jesse and his friends, how she called her boyfriend a loser with no future. The two of them spent the night fighting. Y/N defending her honor and Jesse’s while packing her things to leave. She went to Jesse’s house in the middle of the night. She cried in his arms until falling asleep. It was that night Jesse told her he was cooking meth with his former teacher. It was that night Jesse gave her money to buy a house, since she didn’t want to live with him.

She snapped out of her past thoughts when she felt her boyfriend’s warm hand on her thigh. Even over her pants, his touches always sent a shiver down her spine.

“We’re here.”

Y/N hugged herself against the cold wind that passed quickly over her body.

“You okay?” — He moved closer.

“Yes.” — She replied, giving him a smile.

She grabbed her bag from the car and closed the door. Jesse locked the car and put his arm around Y/N’s waist. The library door creaked. The place was large and sold more than just books. Jesse, of course, went to the section that interested him most while she looked for a new book. She spent a long time picking up and opening books. She loved to read. She loved anything that would take her out of reality. When she finished, she went searching for Jesse to check out. She found him in the PS2 games section. She saw the game he had in his hands.

“You gonna get that?” — She approached him.

“Ah… no. Actually, no.” He put the item back on the shelf. “You done?”

She nodded to him, showing the book in her hand. The two walked to the register. Y/N put the old book she’d picked up back and swapped it for the new one she’d chosen. The clerk wished them a good day and then the two left. They walked to the car talking about what they would order for dinner, although both knew they’d end up ordering a pizza to share. It was when they reached the car that Y/N stopped.

“I forgot to grab a bookmark. Can you wait here for me? I’ll be right back.” She handed her bag to Jesse to hold.

It was when Y/N passed through the door again that she remembered Jesse’s game. She knew those things were expensive and she didn’t have the money, but one thing teenage Y/N knew how to do to get back at her parents was shoplift from small stores around town. She enjoyed it, liked the adrenaline it gave her. But she mostly liked the furious look on her mother’s face when she had to pick her up at the police station.

She looked at the clerk, who was distracted talking to a co-worker. She calmly walked through the games section, looking for the one Jesse had seen earlier. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching and then slipped the physical copy of GTA 1 inside her jacket. She searched for any security cameras in the place, but fortunately there were none. Like the good thief she always had been, she put a smile on her face and headed back to the car, grabbing a free bookmark as she left.

“I forgot to take this.” The clerk smiled at her once again that day.

When Y/N came out, she saw Jesse lighting a cigarette while waiting for her. She smiled with mischief in her eyes as she walked toward him.

“Okay… I know that look, what did you do?” — He smiled with her, checking her over.

Y/N moved her body closer to his.

“I got something here that’ll drive you crazy.” — She whispered in his ear.

Jesse began to take the same mischievous smile as his girlfriend.

“I swear to God someday you’re going to kill me, woman. What did you pull?” — He held the cigarette between his lips.

“Why don’t you unzip my jacket and see for yourself?” — The double meaning was obvious between them.

Jesse blew out smoke, unzipping her jacket enough to see what she was hiding inside.

“No fucking way you did that.” — He laughed, trying to pull the game out from inside the jacket.

“Not out here, someone might see.” — Y/N took the cigarette from his lips, kissed him and then smoked his cigarette.

“One day I’m going to marry you.” — Jesse glanced at his woman, completely hypnotized by her.

“I really hope you marry me, Pinkman.” — She flicked the cigarette, already small from so much smoking, and stepped on it to put out the smoke. “How about you take me home and show me how grateful you are?”

He laughed again, completely in love with the woman.

“Okay, let’s go. I’ll give you anything you ask for, future Mrs. Pinkman.” — He kissed her again.

They would never get tired of it. They would never get tired of each other. Y/N loved Jesse, just as much as Jesse loved Y/N.

English is not my first language, please let me know if I wrote something wrong. <3