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gilliverse · 3 months
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Breaking Bad 4.03 "Open House"
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hoss-bonaventure · 1 year
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“because he does what i say. because i can trust him” is the most sickening line i’ve heard to date
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gregorovitch-adler · 2 years
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Walt and Jesse- It's complicated.
I've watched Breaking Bad two times and while I absolutely love this show, I was unable to draw a conclusion on the nature of Walt and Jesse's relationship.
Like most of the times Jesse mirrors Walt Jr. (Walt Jr. is Walt's son and Jesse is Heisenberg's son- as they say). There's one scene where Walt even calls Walt Jr. 'Jesse' (accidentally, while sleeping). So here comes the father- son type of bonding. During the course of the show, we see that he's growing closer to Jesse instead of his own son. He doesn't do that intentionally, that just sort of happens. It happens because Jr always looks up to him and he kind of puts Walt up on a pedestal. Walt doesn't want to break that kind of image in front of him so in the course of faking he's unable to be close enough with him. Jesse is the one who can see him for what he is because Walt doesn't feel the need to pretend in front of him.
Other times it feels like they really hate each other. As if they're not even friends.
Yet other times it's as if the writers were trying to portray them as a couple lol. (I don't even ship them together but I couldn't NOT notice that aspect). I observed how their relationship was being portrayed as an extramarital affair😅. Skyler always suspects that Walt is seeing someone else and then the camera is cut to just Walt cooking meth with Jesse in the desert. Skyler looks him up on internet, totally expecting a woman but it turns out that it was only Jesse.
While watching it for the first time I thought that I was imagining things that were not even there and I was being delusional but then when I gave it a re-watch, it turned out that those things were still there and I was not imagining it. That part of the dynamic was there especially in S1 and S2 if not in the whole show.
Remember when Jesse was in Gus's house for dinner and Walt was spying on him and was really mad at him? Yeah, I thought that Walt's mad because Jesse didn't do the whole task that he had asked him to do. While that thing was there, I watched a video on YouTube where the writers of that show were discussing about it and one of them said - "It's almost as if lovers were fighting- how dare you have dinner with him. It was pure emotion and zero skill. It was as if everything was over between them." So all this made me feel sure that they were also trying to portray them as a couple at several points of the show.
So then I was wondering about why did Vince Gilligan and others were going with such a complicated dynamic. Because in my opinion the characters (Walt and Jesse) are not gay but their bonding can be a bit like that sometimes.
As if Walt tried to find some weird kind of satisfaction of both type of relationships- (romantic/platonic, whatever) all in one person only i.e., Jesse Pinkman.
Idk what else to say about the two of them. It's like the dual nature of electrons (Heisenberg's uncertainty principle-- symbolic pseudo-name?)
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cursedsappho · 2 years
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I love how people will act all horrified over shipping Walt and Jesse together and then you watch the show and so much of it is their relationship being played off as if they were having an affair right from the start and if you listen to the episode commentaries even the creators and the actors joke about them having sex
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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year
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So, I'm not going to be putting too much effort into formatting. This is basically PWP, have fun.
Mild praise kink, very slight choking, unprotected sex with cumming inside. Maybe exhibitionism if you squint?
Uhh, Trigger Warning for maybe slightly dubious consent, and Walter White is his own warning.
It was a warm, sunny day, and the White household was almost completely empty, with Junior out with friends and Marie having worn Skyler down into going out with her to do whatever women did in their free time. That left Walt with the entire house to himself for the next few hours, sitting in the living room with a beer in hand and multiple empty cans sitting on the table in front of him. He had a pleasant buzz going, warm and floaty and untouchable, head tipped back against the couch and eyes slowly fluttering shut.
The calm atmosphere was completely shattered by a loud pounding at the door, hurried and almost panicked, causing Walt to jump out of his skin and jolt upright. He turned to glare at the door, cursing under his breath as the knocking continued unbidden. He pushed himself up, setting down his beer and taking his time in meandering over to the door, ripping it open and coming face to face with one Jesse Pinkman.
Jesse's face was flushed and sheened with sweat, and he blinked up at Walt almost like he was confused to see him, standing in his own home. Jesse's mouth fell open, and when no sound came out Walt resisted the urge to sigh, already done with this interaction, after..ten seconds? A new record.
"Well? Are you waiting for an invitation or are you going to tell me what the hell you're doing here?" Walt crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at the boy, who's brows furrowed at his words in what Walt could already tell would be the usual fit of petulance.
"I..." Jesse trailed off before he'd barely began, and that struck Walt as odd. He narrowed his eyes, waving a hand to silently push him to continue. When Jesse didn't, averting his eyes and gluing them to the ground, Walt stepped back and made to shut the door in Jesse's face. And he would have, if not for Jesse shoving his fingers into the threshold at the last minute and causing the door to slam onto them, letting out a choked off shout of pain.
When Walt opened the door back up to ask Jesse just what his behavior was about but the boy beat him to the punch, it apparently now being his turn to glare.
"Yo, what the hells your problem?!" Jesse hissed, shaking out his hand which already had faint bruises forming over the knuckles, while Walt let out a forced, exasperated laugh.
"My problem? My problem? Jesse, you show up on my doorstep unannounced, which you already know is unacceptable, and then refuse to tell me why you showed up! But yes, it's my problem, my bad!" Walt's voice steadily rose as he spoke, admonishing the man in front of him like he had never stopped being his student, and when Jesse didn't respond, simply rubbing at his sore hand with the other and keeping his eyes down at his shoes instead of shouting back, or giving Walt one of his infamous snarky comments, Walt knew something was very wrong.
So, which a deeply reluctant sign, Walt opened the door wider and stepped aside, waving him in. Only, Jesse didn't enter immediately, just glancing up and standing there like he didn't know if he should or not. When Walt rolled his eyes and barked out a 'Come on!' Jesse finally moved, passing the threshold and then hovering around the door when Walt closed it behind them. Walt brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose as he analyzed the best course of action.
Jesse clearly had some reason for wanting to be here so badly, and despite all him wanting to do was enjoy his small amount of peace and quiet alone he made peace with the fact that it wasn't going to happen.
The question, then, was what Jesse's strange behavior was all about. The last thing he wanted was to deal with that potential minefield right now, but he knew things would only become more and more of a nightmare if he didn't get to the root of it, sooner rather than later. So, with his mind made up he let his hand drop, waving for Jesse to follow before turning and making his way back to the living room, reclaiming his previous seat on the couch.
Jesse, unsurprisingly, followed behind him, settling down on the complete opposite side of the couch. The two didn't speak, awkward tension thick in the air. Walt leaned forward after multiple minutes of silence, picking up his half empty beer, before glancing at Jesse and lightly shaking the can.
"Want one?" Jesse simply nodded in response, only confusing Walt further. Whatever it was that was causing Jesse to act like this he didn't care, just wanted to snuff it out, because he did not like this. This wasn't Jesse, and the way he was acting was extremely unsettling for reasons Walt weren't sure of.
He would get Jesse back. But first; he stood up, briefly disappearing into the kitchen to rifle through the fridge, grabbing two fresh cans and heading back.
He sat back down, intentionally placing himself ever so slightly closer to Jesse, only by foot or so. He handed the can to the boy, who grabbed it using his non dominant, non injured hand, drawing in Walt's attention. He watched as Jesse tried to open it, and Walt caught the subtle wince as he pried open the tab.
"How's the hand?" He asked, nodding towards it, and Jesse glanced down, shrugging. Walt had to close his eyes for a moment, reigning in the instinct to snap at his unusually docile demeanor, to pry the information as to why he was acting this way out of him. Instead he shifted further down the couch until there was only a foot of space between the two, before holding out his own hand. Jesse, who looked confused, glanced up at his face, as if trying to decipher if he were serious or not, but Walt kept his hand out, wiggling his fingers expectantly.
"Your hand, Jesse." He clarified when Jesse moved to hand him the can instead, though he did take it from him anyway, setting it down on the table along with his own for the time being. Jesse, looking unsure but still complying, angled his body to face Walt so that reaching his hand over would be more comfortable, and Walt wrapped one of his own around the boys wrist, the other reaching up to apply gentle pressure to the smattering of faint bruises around one of his fingers.
Jesse flinched before trying to pull his arm away, whether on reflex or his own choice Walt wasn't sure, but either way he simply increased the pressure on Jesse's wrist, holding it in place, and Jesse didn't try to pull away again. Walt worked his way up and down the pointer finger, rubbing small circles with his thumb before moving onto the next finger once he felt it was sufficiently rubbed out. He continued like this until he had worked each one, Jesse gradually relaxing more and more, tensing up every now and then at a particularly sharp pain but melting even further each time.
Walt then turned his focus onto Jesse's palm and the back of his hand, gradually creeping further up until he reached the abstract scorpion inked into his skin. Walt hated to admit it, but it, and Jesse's other tattoos, were slowly starting to grow on him, as ridiculous as they were.
Somewhere along the way Jesse's eyes had slipped closed, body sagging against the back of the couch, face relaxed and sickeningly beautiful. Walt was still yet to fully come to terms with how maddeningly attractive Jesse was.
Albeit reluctantly, for now he let himself indulge, shamelessly eye-fucking him, roaming from his face down his torso and back up, as Walt's hands slowly slid up from his palm to his arm, working the muscles of his forearm and relishing the sensation of his soft skin under his hand. His other hand still held securely on Jesse's wrist even if it wasn't necessary to keep him in place anymore, simply to feel the faint rhythm of his heartbeat underneath his fingertips.
Jesse let out a soft hum as Walt let his thumb press in a little harder, which caused Walt to repeat the motion again, hoping to achieve the same result. Jesse did, in fact, reward him with another noise, only this one much more closely resembled a moan, and Walt couldn't suppress the small jolt the sound sent up his spine.
"Feel nice?" Walt mumbled, afraid that if he spoke too loudly it would break whatever spell the two had found themselves under. Jesse wordlessly nodded with a soft, affirmative 'mhm', sighing deeply. Walt couldn't fight back the smile that tried to claw it's way onto his face, moving his hand up to give attention to Jesse's upper arm now instead.
Walt wasn't stupid, he knew this was just as much for his own benefit as it was for Jesse's, but he was never good at denying himself, especially when the noises Jesse had suddenly taken to making sounded so sweet and raised goosebumps along his own skin every time. Soft signs, a hum here and there when Walt put just the right amount of pressure on just the right spot, and the occasional, dizzying moan that would slip out every so often, and Walt knew he'd never have it in him to deny himself that again now that he knew what it sounded like.
Once Walt had reached Jesse's shoulder he removed both hands from the boys body and, to relieve the sudden ache of loss he found within himself, placed both hands on Jesse's hips instead just as his eyes began to flutter open. The feeling of Jesse's hip bones through his clothes caused possessive arousal to suddenly rip through him, oozing down beneath his skin, through the muscle, and settling into his very bones.
He used the leverage to shift Jesse around so that his back was facing him instead, his hands creeping up Jesse's sides as the boy looked over his shoulder at him, a confused and wary look on his face.
"Uh..Mr. White?" He called out, and the sound of his voice, shaky and unsure and so, very meek, had blood rushing south at such a concerning speed he was surprised he didn't get lightheaded from it.
"Yes, Jesse?" He responded, hands now settling on his shoulders, thumbs beginning firm ministrations on each side of his spine.
"Why..are you doing this?" Jesse relaxed under his hands, growing pliant and moldable, in more ways than one. The question caused Walt to pause, hands stilling as he leaned forward and around Jesse's shoulder, pressing his chest against the boys back, for a better view of his face.
"Would you like me to stop?" And, to Walt's utter delight Jesse immediately shook his head, subtly leaning back to press against Walt's chest ever so slightly.
"Good." He said, voice lowering into a rumble, and Walt took notice of Jesse's adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. He took this as his que to continue, leaning away from Jesse and shifting his hands up to rest opposite sides of Jesse's nape now instead. Walt found it easy to ignore the growing pressure and tightness of his pants for now, utterly enraptured with the other man in front of him, and let one hand slip into Jesse's hair, the other making it's way down his back, following the curve of his spine.
Jesse tipped his head back, forcing it into Walt's hand more firmly, reminding him of an affectionate cat, as his fingers lightly scratched at his scalp. As Walt's other hand settled on Jesse's hip again an image forced itself into his mind, of what it would be like to pull at Jesse's hair hard enough to threaten to rip it out by the root, and he had to hold back a groan at the intrusive thought. But the idea wouldn't leave him be, pestering him insistently, until he had no choice but to pay attention to it.
Walt's hand tightened in Jesse's hair, not by much, just enough for the boys head to be tipped back ever so slightly at the force. And in response, Jesse let out a positively sinful moan.
Both of them froze up at the same time, equally in shock as the other, before suddenly Jesse was scrambling up from the couch. Walt followed him up, mostly on instinct, and when Jesse made to run for the door Walt snagged him by the arm, pulling him back. And even as Jesse tried to pry Walt's hand off him he still let himself he turned around, now facing the older man.
Walt took in Jesse's appearance, the rosy red flush that had taken over his face, the way his breathing had picked up into shallow exhales and shaky inhales, the dilated pupils that forced back the most striking shade of blue Walt had ever seen even as Jesse glared up at him like he'd committed every crime known to man. Walt couldn't resist the almost painful warmth that spread through him at the sight.
Jesse was beautiful.
Walter came to terms with it.
Those same breathtaking eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a hint of fear, as Walt suddenly leaned forward, pressing his lips against Jesse's, using his grip on his arm to drag him closer until he was pressed right up against Walt, right against his now painful erection. Walt sighed into the kiss, almost drowning in how soft and warm Jesse's body was against his own, when suddenly he was being shoved backwards.
Jesse was panting now, and he looked angry. No, Walt supposed that doesn't quite do it justice.
Jesse looked pissed.
"What the fuck is your problem, Mr. White?! You don't just do that!" Ah, there he is. There's his Jesse. Walt raises his eyebrows at the boy,
"Now, Jesse, you're telling me you didn't want that? Didn't like it?" Walt raises his hands in appeasement, taking a slow and careful step towards Jesse. Who steps backwards in response, so Walt stops and just stands still, knowing a lost battle when he sees one.
"I sure as fuck don't remember asking for it!" Jesse spat, hands gesticulating wildly in his frustration.
"That doesn't answer my question." Walt points out, and at that Jesse goes silent again. He waits for Jesse to say something, anything, and when he doesn't Walt opens his mouth to say something instead.
Only, he doesn't get to, since as soon as he does Jesse turns on his heel and angrily marches his way to the door, stomping all the while as if to communicate just how upset he was. Like Walt couldn't already tell. Walt let's him go this time, silently resigning himself to having to jack off alone as he watches Jesse slam the door behind himself on the way out.
With a deep sigh Walt plops himself back down onto the couch, quickly fumbling with his belt so that he can just get it over with and try to go back to relaxing. He'll find a way to convince Jesse to let go of this if the boy tries to throw a tantrum about it later, can't have him messing up anything more over something petty.
A soft groan of relief is let out into the room as he finally gets his belt undone and almost rips down the zipper of his pants. Popping the button and shoving his pants further down his thighs, thoughts already beginning to drift to less than appropriate places, all with Jesse at the forefront. Entirely against his own will, he promises himself.
He lightly palms himself through his underwear, eliciting a sound from himself that was more akin to a growl than anything else, before quickly growing impatient and just shoving both his underwear and pants down all the way, laying in a heap at his feet.
Finally wrapping a hand around his cock properly, Walter allows himself the luxury of being as loud as he wants, usually having to keep quiet for one reason or another, and the groan he lets out freely is almost as satisfying as the feeling of his thumb vigorously circling his slit.
He freezes at the sound of a responding noise, one that sounded suspiciously like a gasp, from outside the door. Barely audible and horribly muffled, but Walt still catches it.
Within seconds Walt has pulled his underwear and pants up, not bothering to zip or button them, before he's making his way towards the door. He opens it to, once again, find one Jesse Pinkman, who must've had his back pressed to the door because he's suddenly falling backwards right into Walt's chest.
Before Walt could even process the action himself he had grabbed Jesse around the front of his throat, almost dragging him into the house and shutting the door. The second it was fully closed Walt was shoving Jesse against it, crowding up against him from behind and nosing at the crook of his neck, too horny to care about potential repercussions anymore.
"Thought you left?" His hands were immediately on Jesse, done wasting time, sneaking their way under his ridiculously oversized shirt and thoroughly feeling up his stomach and sides.
"Changed my mind." Came Jesse's mumbled reply, words almost slurring as he arched his back, pressing himself against Walt's, frankly painful at this point, hard-on.
"Clearly.." Walt leaned back, allowing Jesse room to move and breathe again. The boy turned around, grabbing Walt by the collar and pulling him in for a rough kiss, opening up and easily inviting Walt's tongue into mouth.
"I fuckin' hate you, you know that?" Jesse panted out when they parted, causing Walt to snort.
"No, actually, you'll have to show me." He gripped the back of Jesse's thighs, using the leverage to lift him up, causing a small gasp to escape the other man as Walt led them both back to the couch, mouth pressing light kisses and the occasional drag of his tongue against his neck as he sat Jesse down in his lap.
The second Jesse had shifted into a comfortable position he was canting his hips down, grinding into Walt with almost bruising, desperate pressure. Walt's hands, which had settled on his hips, once again worked their way under his shirt as Jesse captured him in another kiss, letting out a muffled whine into Walt's mouth as he roughly pinched one of his nipples.
Jesse pulled away long enough to rip his shirt over his own head, immediately diving back in and practically prying Walt's mouth open to suck his tongue into his mouth. Walt kept his hands busy with Jesse's chest while the boys own had found the hem of Walt's own shirt, tugging at it. Walt eventually got the hint, leaning away and pulling it up and over, throwing it somewhere to the ground.
"Get these off." Walt instructed, thumbing at a small but growing pet patch on the front of Jesse's pants, causing him to let out a shaky breath in response. He climbed off Walt's lap, standing and undoing his fly, pushing his pants down past his knees and almost tripping and eating shit on Walt's carpet in his haste to kick them off completely.
While Jesse did that Walt reached down to do the exact same, pushing both his pants and underwear down at the same time, letting them get flung somewhere off to the side and Ignoring the slightest shake to his hands. When Walt looked back up Jesse was completely nude, and his body was just as horrifically gorgeous as his face. Walt couldn't comprehend why he hid it away under miles of fabric when all Walt wanted to do was have Jesse here, like this, every second of every day. He didn't inspect that like of thinking too closely, for his prides sake.
When he decided he had oggled Jesse enough he flicked his gaze back up to his face and immediately noticed the apprehension in those baby blues flicking across Walt's own body, mainly his dick. Walt stood up from the couch slowly, approaching Jesse like one would a skittish dog, reaching out to lift his chin and look into his eyes once he was close enough.
"Do you want this?" He already knew the answer, just wanted to hear Jesse say it. And when all the boy did was nod he tightened his hold on Jesse's face. He watched, almost in slow motion, as Jesse gulped, watched the tensing and shifting of his throat, and wanted to wrap his hand around it, feel it move under his fingers, even possibly experience what it would feel like from the inside, with Jesse swallowing on his cock-.
"Y-yeah, man. I want it." He was broken out of his slowly descending thoughts by Jesse's soft voice, and Walt smiled down at him, shelving those previous thoughts for later use.
"Good boy." And with two words Walt watched as Jesse's mouth fell open, saw in Ultra HD as his pupils blew even further. And as Jesse tried to make his way back to the couch with a, frankly adorable, eagerness, Walt stopped him with a hand around his waist, a sick, twisted idea taking root in his mind.
He didn't want to fuck Jesse on the couch.
He wanted to fuck him in him and his wife's shared bed.
And with that in mind Walt wordlessly dragged a confused Jesse down the hall, while being very vocal about said confusion, shoving him inside the bedroom and pushing him down into the bed.
Growing increasing impatient, arousal thrumming through him like a second heartbeat, Walt walked over to the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. He moved atop the bed, nudging Jesse's knees apart, flicking open the cap with a satisfying pop.
He paused, eyes selfishly drinking in Jesse's body, the ribcage visible through the skin, the jutting hip bones, the flush adorning his skin from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. He caressed up and down one of Jesse's thighs, groping as he pleased, noticing but deciding to lightly sidestep the nerves he could almost sense rolling off Jesse in waves.
He then made the mistake of making eye contact with Jesse, and immediately broke down under the anxious stare.
"Still good?" He mumbled, hand travelling from his thigh down to his ass, giving it a soft squeeze, and Jesse nodded with a hum.
"Yeah, totally.." But the subtle quiver in his voice gave him away. Walt pulled his hand away from Jesse's skin, instead coating his fingers in a generous amount of lube, closing and setting the bottle down on the nightstand.
Using his thumb to circle Jesse's hole, taking note of the flinch and intake of breath, spreading lube and pushing in ever so slightly before retreating again. He repeated this process multiple times, letting Jesse gradually relax, before replacing his thumb with a forefinger, slowly pushing in. Walt watched Jesse's face as he entered him, caught the small twitch of his brows.
"Have you been fingered before?" He asked as he pulled his finger out halfway, slowly re-entering and setting up a snails pace rhythm.
Walt tried to ignore the feeling of ownership he felt when Jesse shook his head, breathing deeply and slowly as the finger moving in and out of him sped up by a fraction. Walt reached up with his free hand, tweaking one of Jesse's nipples as he gently forced in a second finger, hoping to distract from the discomfort. Jesse shifted, wiggling about as the fingers scissored him, stretching him out, but let out a moan, breathy and sweet, when Walt increased the pressure on his chest with his thumb and forefinger.
Jesse suddenly was reaching out, pulling down the older man by the neck and connecting their lips, tensing and rolling his head back to let Walt watch as his eyelids fluttered and rolled into the back of his head when Walt curved his fingers just right, grazing his prostate. His breath shuttered out of him when Walt repeated the motion, trying to hit it on every push in of his fingers. He relished in the way Jesse's fingers dug into his upper back and shoulders, nails leaving shallow, angry red lines in the wake of his pleasure.
When Walt eventually wiggled in a third finger Jesse had a glistening sheen of sweat over his body, arching this back as Walt abused his sweet spot and almost glowing under the daylight streaming through the room.
"St-stop, c'mon Mr. White, I'm ready." The boy panted out between gasps, moving to wrap his legs around Walt's back in an attempt to urge him to hurry up and fuck him proper. Walt hummed, and it took all his last shreds of self control to not immediately replace his fingers with his cock as he pulled them out. Instead he brought them up to Jesse's mouth, all but prying his jaw open and sticking them past his lips to slide over his tongue.
Jesse's responding moan was cut off by a gag, throat convulsing around Walt's fingers in a way that was much too tempting, and he only removed them and let Jesse breathe again when he began to reach up to pull them out. Jesse sent him a heated look, looking angry and erotically debauched.
"Yo, what the hell?" He hissed, and Walt almost groaned from the raw, scratchy sound of Jesse's voice. When Walt didn't answer, instead busying himself with lubing up his dick, Jesse rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"What, just like seeing me gag?" He snarked, taking on a more teasing tone, but he was still glaring at Walt. The look melted away into one of apprehension when Walt nudged Jesse's hole with the head of his cock.
"What made you show up here, Jesse?" At the question Jesse looked confused, trying to shift down so that Walt would finally enter him, but Walt easily put an end to that with hands on his hips, holding him down onto the bed.
"What? Yo, don't do this, man! Not now!" Jesse complained, trying to use the legs around Walt's waist to pull him in, to no avail. Truthfully, Walt was just as impatient as Jesse was, skin pricking with the need, but his curiosity, and the wish to see Jesse's will broken down, were currently winning out.
"Don't think I forgot about your little stunt earlier so easily, Jesse. Now, I won't repeat myself." He had forgotten. It's a miracle he still had the brain power, with how painfully hard he was, to remember when he did at all. He released one of Jesse's hips, trailing his fingers lightly up his side, grazing his nipple and illiciting a beautiful, needy whine, before settling it on Jesse's throat, applying just the barest amount of pressure.
The expression that found it's way onto Jesse's face was one of melodramatic sorrow, like Walt had just told him his dog had gotten hit by a car, and Walt would have laughed if he wasn't so distracted by more important things. The feeling of Jesse swallowing under his palm was intoxicating.
"I..Mr. White you're such an asshole.." Jesse muttered through gritted teeth, bringing his own hands up to grap around Walt's wrist and forearm, squeezing. In response Walt increased the pressure on Jesse's neck, who choked out a moan at the sensation.
"If you're not going to be good, I'll just kick you out now." Walt threatened, and when Jesse looked almost terrified at the idea Walt couldn't help the chuckle that left him this time.
Walt's patience thoroughly running out at Jesse's refusal to cooperate he suddenly thrust in to the hilt all in one go, Jesse yelping and body seizing up, only to groan in frustration when Walt completely pulled out again, leaving only the very tip of his cock in the his hole.
"Okay! Okay, fine. I.. didn't wanna be home, alone. Happy now?" He avoided Walt's gaze, instead locking his eyes onto where him and Walt were just barely connected. Walt could see there was a wet, glassy sheen over Jesse's crystal blue eyes.
Walt thrust in again, just like he did before, instead staying buried inside Jesse and halting there instead of pulling out again. Jesse's walls clenched around Walt like a vice, forcing a shaky groan out of him at the feeling.
"Why?" He forced out.
"Why what?" Jesse breathed, each exhalation shakier than the last, untouched cock dripping a pearly bead of precum between them.
"Why didn't you want to be alone?" Walt slowly rocked his hips, earning a moan from the other man under him.
When Jesse looked like he was going to try and be stubborn again Walt pulled out halfway, thrusting back in with almost brutal force, the air in Jesse's lunged being fucked out of him and replacing it with dizzying arousal. Jesse gulped against Walt's hand, and Walt flexed his fingers against his skin.
"Mmh, it was too quiet. It was eerie. I didn't feel safe, yo.." he mumbled, eyes half lidded and unfocused.
Walt pulled out halfway again, the slow drag of Jesse's tight inner walls feeling like a little piece of heaven, slamming back into that scorching heat he'd never let himself fantasize about and setting up a brutal pace, chasing his own pleasure. Though, based on the noises coming from him, Jesse had no objections.
The sound of skin on skin quickly filled the room, and Walt removed his hand from Jesse's throat to shift them to grab his ass, lifting him up to reach a better angle. When Jesse tensed and all but wailed at the new position Walt knew he'd found the golden ratio, increasing the speed of his thrusts and catching that spot each time.
Walt batted Jesse's hand away when the boy tried to reach for his own dick, holding him up with one hand on his lower back and the other pinning his arm down to the mattress. Jesse threw his head back, whining loudly.
"C'mon Jesse, be a good boy and take it." Walt growled out, and anything else he might have been about to say was interrupted by a slew of quiet 'please please please' from the other man below him.
Walt's cock twitched within Jesse at the sound of his soft begging, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, being so pent up working against him, the telltale coiling in his gut winding tighter and tighter, getting close to snapping. So he let go of Jesse's wrist and wrapped his own hand around the boys cock, pumping in time with the harsh snap of his hips. Jesse moaned, guttural and pleading, and as Walt neared his end he lost control of his mouth.
"I'm going to fill you up, Jesse, you're going to take my cum like a good boy, or I'll make you take it, son." his rhythm grew erratic as Jesse almost spasmed beneath him, thighs trembling and eyes rolling back within his skull, dick twitching and spurting cum over his own stomach and chest. The sight of it did Walt in, fucking Jesse through it as his orgasm flew through in him waves, and he slammed into that tight heat one last time, burying his cock to the hilt and filling Jesse up just like he promised.
As Walt came down from his high, basking in the pleasant afterglow, he took notice of tears welling up in Jesse's eyes. As he carefully pulled out, watched in awe as his cum seeped out of him and onto the sheets below, he decided he wasn't going to mention it unless Jesse did. He was in too good a mood to risk potentially killing his buzz like that.
Wordlessly he got off the bed, internally rolling his eyes at how wobbly he felt, and headed for the door. He stopped in the doorframe, turning to look back at Jesse, as if he were an afterthought, just before leaving the room.
"Feel free to use the shower, but you'll need to be leaving soon." With that oh so eloquently taken care of he went back to the living room, sorting out his clothes from Jesse's, and putting them back on. He tried, and failed, to smooth out the wrinkled fabric, while distantly he heard the sound of the shower turning on.
He tried not to imagine Jesse's naked form underneath the water, soaked and gleaming underneath the light.
After Jesse got out of the shower he too put his clothes back on, avoiding looking at Walt for too long and refusing to make eye contact like it would give him the plague if he did, before walking out of the house without him and Walt exchanging another word.
Walt returned to the bedroom and contemplated fully washing the sheets, but instead simply took a wet washrag to the spot where his cum had landed on the bed. The idea of there being a permanent mark of his time with Jesse where he and his wife often lay together was too sinfully tempting.
With that settled Walt returned to the couch, cracking open one of the long ago abandoned beers and taking a large swig, patiently waiting for his family to come home and looking forward to when he saw Jesse again.
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monalisa-overdrivx · 2 years
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honestly heisenbitch is one of the best ship names out there
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walt/jesse + my playlist for them (3/?)
“demolition lovers” by my chemical romance / s5e16 felina / “early sunsets over monroeville” by my chemical romance
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dxmagedtwo · 7 months
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Summary : Due to unknown circumstances, Walt ends up in a whole different world. And it actually seems all... good?
At least someone is beside him through it. Surprisingly. Even if insults are thrown around.
AU. Post-Canon.
Walt/Jesse.
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traumafetishist · 1 year
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Last week, I saw you at the junkie church You told me all the things I need to hear Like I've got a heart of gold and a kind and open soul So we went and bought ourselves a can of beer
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gilliverse · 10 months
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Breaking Bad 1.02 "Cat's in the Bag..."
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hoss-bonaventure · 1 year
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the breaking bad fandom is so fun cause one side will be like “omg jesse and walt def fucked teehee 🤭” and the other side will be like “BRO WTF THEYRE LITERALLY FATHER AND SON WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU WALTER IS STRAIGHT JESSE IS STRAIGHT” and you know what? both sides are right!
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creativeroleplay-ads · 7 months
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Hi! I'm Rachael, I am 21+. I am looking for fellow Breaking Bad roleplayers to write with! :) I like to write Walt, but could be persuaded to write others too. If we decide anything to be a romance storyline, I'd prefer WaltxJesse over anything else. My only real limit is smut. I am EST timezone. I prefer Discord to write with you, so like this to show your interest or send me a friend request on Discord!
Stunton.#6039
@dxmagedtwo
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Breaking Bad Merik! Should be very easy!
Meg would make the most adorable stoner analog to Jesse, I can't stand it. Heisenberg = The Phantom, obviously.
Long ago Erik was disfigured by an experiment gone wrong when he, Christine, and Raoul were just starting Gray Matter Technologies (IChristine reminds me more of Gretchen than Skyler). Out of trauma, insecurity, and spite, he left Gray Matter, choosing to become a high school teacher instead.
Eventually the chemical burns infect his blood, and he finds out it might be terminal. This knowledge, combined with Gray Matter suddenly getting a lot of media attention because of a breakthrough from Raoul and Christine, causes the world's worst midlife crisis. Before he dies, he wants to build an empire to topple Gray Matter and the de Chagnys, and the easiest way to do that really quickly is make a lot of money by selling meth.
So when his old friend and DEA agent transferred from Persia takes him on a meth bust, and he sees his former student Meg Giry stumble out of a bedroom window to evade arrest, he hatches a plan. A plan that will require him to don a mask, since his burns are too much of a give away. A plan that will end up with him becoming obsessed with his pretty stoner partner who has two brain cells to spare but a whole lot of heart and a penchant for calling him bitch.
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lizwontcry · 2 years
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Tagged by @cheesybadgers, thank you!
Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems”! 
Most popular - The Reverse Crush Conundrum - Chapter 1 - lizwontcry - Big Bang Theory [Archive of Our Own]
This Big Bang Theory fic has by far the must kudos of anything I've written and I'm not sure why but I'll take it. It was the very first BBT fic I wrote, too.
Hidden gem - I'd be remiss if I didn't pimp out Muscle Memory - Muscle Memory - Chapter 1 - lizwontcry - Breaking Bad [Archive of Our Own] - because it is a 100,000 word Jesse x Walt basketball AU that I spent a year of my life on and has frankly a pathetic amount of kudos. Read it. It's smutty.
Hidden gem #2 - Strangers On a Train - Chapter 1 - lizwontcry - Succession (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own] I'm still a little surprised that this one kinda blended into the background. There's established relationship! Slow dancing! Gerri gets an orgasm! Bitchy Shiv! It deserved better in my opinion.
I shall tag @yoporkchopsandwiches @thisbetternotawakenanything @catherineflowers29 @vegawriters
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anonriothearse · 1 year
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Jesse: Do you really like me, Wally?
Walt: I guess so.
Jesse: Do you like me a whole lot?
Walt: Look, don't get sloppy on me. I might just slug you one.
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whydoiexist1406 · 11 months
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I feel bad for leaving you guys high and dry for so long, so here's a small snippet from a soon to be finished Waltjesse Wip.
"Mr. Whi-?" A hand was suddenly clasped around his mouth, eyes widening in a confusing mix of excitement and terror. Jesse stepped back, trying to evade the hand, but Mr. White easily followed him, getting him absolutely nowhere. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and swiping it in one long, slow, stroke across Mr. White's palm, hoping to gross him out or some shit, but instead the hand squeezed his cheeks roughly, almost in punishment.
Jesse was horrified at the almost-whimper he let out in response.
When Mr. White spoke the sound travelled through him, the rough rumble moving up his spine in a slow, molten slither, between the gaps of his vertebrae and nestling deep into his brain.
"Now Jesse," that condescending lilt did wonderful, confusing things to him, heart rate spiking in response, "I have been patient with you, truly I have, and you've done nothing to show your appreciation for it. Considering how immature and childish you've been acting today, I think I deserve an apology. Wouldn't you agree?"
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