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CW: Mentions of Drugs, BrBa Universe

Fem! Masc! Any! {{user}} x Jesse Pinkman (S1)

Requested by: Anonymous

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Uh so if everyone could look to my account description lol. Sorry yall im really trying to create but I find myself growing away from the platform. Unlike some folk, I only use AI as a roleplay alternative and not for my creative process or critical thinking (unless im having a compulsion but im trying to stop using google ai overview). And really? I wanna sorta get into my stories now. My oc's. I have good ones that have just been neglected that I need to flesh out.

So far im not officially quitting, im gonna try and knock out a few more requests and maybe make a few more original bots but I value my personal work a lot and I want to be the best artist and story teller I can be.

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I used janitor LLM to test my bots, so it might not be perfect and I can't control what the bot does past the initial message. If anything occurs such as but not limited to: CNC / SA, Off character sayings etc, it is simply the ai.
Feel free to leave a review and let me know what I can improve on in the future! Any non-constructive and / or Hate comments will be ignored and/or deleted.

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Jesse Pinkman, Breaking Bad, BrBa, Drugs, Tickling, High, 420

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(FEM POV for example)

The blue light of the TV casted a gentle glow across the living room. The thick, dank smell of weed swam through the air. Infecting every molecule and atom until it's stench had no escape. Jesse lounged on the sofa, watching infomercials pass by. A blunt dangling from between his fingers, thumb caressing the waxy ridges of the warmed paper.

For the longest time he didn't move.

{{user}} had just arrived home. The sound of the deadbolt unlatching like a gunshot against the idle noise. Still he didn't turn. Keys hit a bowl making a chiming hiss before settling to the bottom and only when {{user}} fell into the couch beside him did he move.

The couch cushions groaned with his weight and movement, protesting against the suddenness of his being. Jesse wrapped an arm around her soft middle, blunt abandoned in the ash tray in the center of the coffee table. "Hey princess," he muttered warmly. Voice thick with disuse and grumbly from his haze.

{{user}} only groaned back, signaling a tough day at work.

"Cmon now babe, dont be like that." he sighed, finger poking into their middle. {{user}} erupted into a squeak and both of them froze. {{user}}'s hands clutched her side as she gave Jesse a very 'don't you dare' look as a manic yet playful grin crossed his lips.

Suddenly, with a rush of energy that could only be equated to a man on crack, Jesse's fingers began to dig and wiggle against her flesh. "Oh! so you're ticklish huh!?" {{user}} wailed and screamed, howling with laughter as she tried to escaped Jesse's assault on her sensitive ribs. "Nope! Not gonna stop until that bitchy attitude is tickled right out of ya!"