missuswalker

[missuswalker]

oh hello ty for 1k notes?!

𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✮ summary: after peter finishes… well, you know, he can’t stop himself from coming to see you. as if he’s not clingy enough, he can’t help but be all over you. at least he’s (trying) to sit still for once

✮ warnings: brief nsfw content, masturbation (not proofread)

✮ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts

peter’s mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasn’t exactly the case at the moment, considering it was his own hand. as he pumped himself, he tried his best to remember that little face you make when you cum. he’d been working on this problem of his for way longer than he should have, and he was searching for anything to push him over the edge.

the more he thought about you, your pretty tits, and that hella tight skirt, the closer he could feel his release building. picking up his pace, he bites back a whimper. more thoughts of you didn’t help his attempt at silence, a grunt or two escaping his lips. he pushes his head further back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. free hand balled into a fist, he lets out a low moan, cumming all over his stomach and fingers.

after cleaning himself up, he stares at the photo of you two on his bedside table. he wanted to see you so bad. maybe it was just the post-nut fog, but he just needed you wrapped up in his arms. throwing on some jeans and a tshirt, he lets his mom know he’s heading out with a quick shout. he’s at you window in less than a second, sliding it open. he always told you to lock your window in case a creep decides to crawl in, but, in reality, the only creep that ever used it was him.

“hey, peter,” you greet, not even bothering to turn around. whenever your window was suddenly opened, you automatically knew it was your idiot boyfriend who could never just use the front door. “it’s not peter, it’s a scary murderer and i’m here to kill you,” he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. “oh no,” you say, your tone bored and plain as you continue to study for your exams.

peter rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “not happy to see me?” he teases, his lips connecting with the smooth skin of your neck. you push his face away, writing something down in a tiny notebook, papers scattered across your desk. “i’m studying,” you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.

“come on, babe, let’s hang out, you can study later, yeah?” he hums, nibbling right below your jaw. he absolutely would not be giving up, and you knew it. turning around in your chair, you look up at the silver-haired boy, giving an agitated look. he only gives back an innocent smile, pulling you up by your hand. “why are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,” you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. “no reason.”

pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. “hey, hot stuff,” he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. “hey, dipshit,” you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. “you love me,” he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. “sometimes,” you joke back, feeling less aggravated at your distraction of a boyfriend. he smiles, his face finding a place in the crook of your neck.

“mm, missed you,” he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. “i missed you, too.” he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. “i love you,” he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. “i love you, too,” you snort, furrowing your eyebrows at his overly-affectionate behavior. eventually he settles, his leg bouncing a bit as he lays next to you, arms loose around your waist. “don’t fall asleep,” you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. “i’m not asleep,” he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.

“yeah, okay.”

“i’m not.”

“shut up.”

short and sweet, i love him sm

(send in requests, i beg)

[missuswalker]

if you’re still taking requests, i loved your pilot fanfic its the best one ive read on here, barely anyone writes for him unfortunately 💔

anyways if you coukd do a pilot x reader fic where theyre childhood bestfriends into lovers? but they dont wanna ruin their friendship so they aren’t sure if they should go through with it because they dont wanna ruin their friendship type thing? if you do then tysm and love your fics! 💕💗💖

OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCHHH 💕💕 yall really motivate me to get back into it every time, writing this down so i can get this up for you ml

[missuswalker]

come back i beg of u i need more pilot ffs

HELLO I JUST LOG IN AND SEE THIS?? this may happen wait a minute

[missuswalker]

hi everyone ((: i’m back after a long time, but i’ve been very passionate about me art and i was hoping you all could go support my tiktok 🩷🩷 (@ pinkvamppp) because i’d really like to have a small community over there to share my art with

[missuswalker]

oh lord do i have commitment issues to writing

GUYS IM SCARED TO POST LIKE ARE YOU GONNA EAT ME??

[missuswalker]

WHAT THE FUCK I LITWRALLY CANT EVEN FUCKING HIT THE PIST BUTTON

hey guys what’s up 💗🪐🎀🦌

am i going insane what’s the mind block here

i’m not dead i’m just constantly rewriting like the smut could get any better than it already is apologies

[missuswalker]

u got this grace 🙏🙏 donnie’s wives believe in u

RIGHT I GOT THIS 😮‍💨

diagnosing myself with posting on tumblr anxiety

[missuswalker]

OMG Grace you’re back!! I see that you’re doing well now and I’m really glad <33

Also I wanted to pop by cuz I had to tell you that DONNIE DARKO??? I LOVE THAT MOVIE AND THE CHARACTER. he’s a literal babygirl like bless his heart 😭🙏💗💗 (also uhhh not that anyone cares but fun fact- my name on c.ai is called Donnie becuz of him cough cough)

I’m not a Jake stan-stan but he’s PHEW sooo fine it’s criminal. Glad to see a fellow Evan and Jake appreciator up here tho fr 🤭

YOU ARE SOOOO REAL FOR THAT

I MISSED YIU SO MUCH AND THEN YOU DROP THIS AND SUDDENLY IM IN LOVE WITH YOU???

we love donnie oh my god i want to kiss his cheek

lord knows when i’ll finally post from my drafts but ill be active today so maybe something will get put up 😮‍💨 i have this weird mind block about posting BUT TRUST. SO MUCH DONNIE IN THE DRAFTS

lord have mercy i got an ask about the skeleton onesie and, honestly, whoever you are, let’s kiss because OH MY GODDDD

but now i’m just chatting

i took a day off today and then have a 3 day weekend because i work at this little boutique where we kind of have to share hours (we have to work one at a time) so i let this GORGEOUS girl work today and i was like ??? quit your job and be a model ?????

okay i need to shut up because i just yapped about nothing for a good minute

bye, see you all soon 🤭🎀

[missuswalker]

proofreading makes me want to cry

[missuswalker]

update, still visiting a friend, it’s nearly finished but might be late 🎀🍷

donnie fic coming out today 🙌 feeding the wives again

[missuswalker]

donnie fic coming out today 🙌 feeding the wives again

[missuswalker]

any smut w pilot x reader where u ride him?? :p

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 || 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: it’s summer in vegas; what better way to spend your day than on your boyfriends dick??? (there is no better way to spend your day)

𐙚 warnings: SMUT!!! he’s so delicious, piv, unprotected, dirty talk, mention of drugs, like, once, but they’re not taken by either, creampie, not proofread

𐙚 notes: pilot makes me weak in the knees, he’s my number one favorite boy

It was summer, and, of course, hot it Las Vegas; when was it not? The day was too slow for it to be a hundred and two degrees and Pilot was sweating his balls off. He already took a freezing shower, also having requested that Jack get him into a random lady’s pool, though he was denied, and he was still burning up. He looked around his bland room, trying to find something to distract him, not with much luck. His undershirt was soaked, which wasn’t very pleasant, but it was better than nothing. Pilot was going to go insane if he didn’t find something to do. Well, he did have one thing.

Picking up his cell off of the bedside table, he’s quick to dial his girlfriend’s number, having it memorized from how often he called. Waiting for you to pick up, he picks at the string on his shorts, staring up at the ceiling. “Hello?” You sounded absolutely miserable, your voice raspy and your tone annoyed. “This is officer Damon, I’m calling to let you know that you are under arrest,” he says, deepening his voice, snickering to himself as if he were the funniest man in the world. “Hi, Pilot,” you responds, completely unamused. He snorts, rolling his eyes at your attitude.

“I miss you,” Pilot laughs, running a hand through his damp hair, ceiling fan slowly beginning to stop working. He huffs, shaking his head at the piece of shit. It wasn’t doing much to begin with. “I miss you, too,” your answer being sweeter than it had been previously. He bites the inside of his cheek, scratching his chin lazily. “You wanna come over?” Pilot was always happy to see you, no matter the temperature or conditions. Who cared if he was drenched in sweat? As long as he ended the day with you drenched, he didn’t care. “Yeah, sure.”

It wasn’t long before the sound of your car door slamming caught his attention, though he doesn’t bother to get up. Like he expected, you stepped into his room only a minute later. “You should lock your door. Don’t you have drugs in here? You could get robbed,” you hum, dropping a bag on the floor before dropping down on the bed next to him. “It’s unlocked because I knew you were coming over,” he lies, giving a cheesy smile as he puts a hand on your thigh. “How are you not sweating,” he follows up, quirking a brow. With a shrug of your shoulders, you put your hand over his. “Ice bath.” He scoffs at your answer, his eyes returning to the ceiling. “Well, it’s gonna get hot in here, might wanna take these off,” he teases, tugging at the hem of your shorts.

“Oh, convenient for you, huh,” you snort, smacking his hand. Pilot lets out a soft chuckle, reaching for his tank top. “Just a suggestion,” he shrugs, tugging off the sweaty top. You roll your eyes at him, lying down next to him. “Yeah, thanks.” A relaxing silence takes over Pilot’s room, his fingers tapping against your thigh. “You wanna get naked,” he asks out of the blue, turning to look at you. You almost want to laugh at the absurdity, but after a moment of hesitation, you purse your lips. “You’re awful,” you say, shaking your head. “Awful for appreciating how beautiful my girlfriend is?”

With another roll of your eyes, you look away. “You’re just a pussy addict,” you say, which he doesn’t deny. He lets out a little hum, placing his hands on his stomach. “You don’t wanna bang?” He grins, pinching your nose shut, only with the purpose of being annoying. Swatting his hand away, you frown, brows furrowed. “I didn’t say that.” He squints at you, puckering his lips. “You look like an idiot,” you laugh, pushing his face away. “You wanna sex me up. That’s disgusting, Y/n, please control yourself,” he jokes, managing to keep a rather straight face. “So are we having sex or not?” You asks, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

It wasn’t even a minute later before the two of you had dropped your clothes on the floor, teeth clashing together as you made out. The smell of sweat mingled with the heavy sent of arousal as Pilot leaned down,

sucking on your collar bone, taking your nipples between his fingers, making no effort to be gentle. Letting out a huff, you grab at the roots of his messy hair, grinding against his bare thigh. “Fuck, baby, you’re just so pretty, gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget the heat,” he mumbles, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His favorite part of all of this was hearing your moans. It made him feel proud, knowing he was getting to you. “Christ, Pilot,” you spit, his hands grabbing at your hips.

He sits, now with his back against the head board of his bed, pulling you onto his lap, taking his dick and one hand, the other supporting the back of your thigh. “Look how desperate you are, can’t even suck my cock, you just gotta have it in that pussy,” he groans, nearly cumming just at the sight of how wet you were. “Wanna act so tough all the time. Fuck, I’ll let you do all the work for once, you wanna that,” he asks, stroking himself before pulling you down onto his cock, hardly giving you time to breathe. “Fuck, Pilot, oh my god,” you whine, nose pushed into the crook of his neck. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy. You gonna move, or what,” he continues, involuntarily bucking his hips upwards. He brings his hands down, thumb brushing over your clit as you begin to grind into his lap. Your whimper leave him mindless, both of his hands moving under each of your thighs to lift you up, dropping you back down immediately after.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, if you don’t move I’m gonna go crazy,” he says, prompting you to slowly move up and down his cock. When you came back to the world of the living, you began to bounce, the sound of sweaty skin colliding, grunts, and moans filling his empty bedroom. “Pilot, holy shit,” you huff, picking up your speed and aggression. “Fuck, Y/n, so fucking pretty on top of my cock. Might have to do this all the time,” he groans, pulling at your nipple with his thumb, burying his face in your tits. He leaves bruising hickies behind all over your chest, going back to place gentle kisses over them. “I love you, holy shit,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders. He throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “God, Inlove you so fucking much. Cum on my cock, baby, holy,” he begins, pulling you down hard, helping you finish up. You can feel your stomach burning, pussy tightening around his dick. He lets out a string of curses, letting go and cumming inside of you, though he continues to pull you down on his dick over and over until your eyes rolled back, his name falling from your lips a plethora of times. “Shit,” he says sharply, resting his head against the headboard for a moment, letting you take a moment as he pushes your head onto his shoulder. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you were so good. Damn,” he whispers, kissing the side of your head.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before you pull yourself off of him, resting on your back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m still hot. Wanna go again and see if the earth freezes over,” Pilot says, looking down at you with an amused expression. “Shut the fuck up,” you laughs, rubbing your eyes. “Hey, you never know until you try. We gotta start working on rebuilding the population, you know. Anyone who’s outside is gonna get hypothermia,” he notes, almost sounding serious as he lays down next to you, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. “You’re awful,” you shake your head, taking the same hand to cover his mouth. “That’s what you said before you were bouncing on my dick. Bonus points because you said you love me, high score because you came like a fucking waterfall,” he continues, only trying to egg on your annoyance. With a quiet laugh, you smack the top of his head. “You’re so gross.” He grins, looking back up at the ceiling. “I’m pretty sure you said that, too.”

[missuswalker]

i jus read first girl for the first time and omg its so u cute u write donnie so well!! sorry if i send like a gazzilion requests for him or pilot

thank you!!! don’t worry, we WORSHIP pilot here 🤭 working on that req right now as well as another for donnie

[missuswalker]

would it really be so wrong for me to write donnie again?? would it really?

i’m literally talking just to talk but. come on now.

think about it

[missuswalker]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 || 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐙚 summary: donnie asks you on a date, (to his room) and, of course, you can’t resist those eyes

𐙚 warnings: pointless fluff + brief smut because i love him, donnie being too cute, maybe too long + not proofread (aged up, obviously, let’s say seniors in hs) not proofread oops

𐙚 notes: i’m obsessed with him can somebody talk with me about this subject matter

Donnie, while not shy, wasn’t the most courageous boy out there. At least, when it came to you. His brain stopped working when you were near and he’d overshare until there was nothing else to say. You stuck around, though. You liked his stories. You liked spending time with him. He liked spending time with you, too. He’d pass you a note in class, pretending to stretch so he could drop the folded paper on the desk behind him. He loved to hear the crinkle of the paper as you unfolded it, your quiet giggles following. Every time you would write back, he’d pocket the paper and take it home.

The teacher loved your little ‘budding relationship’ quite a bit less than the two of you did, though. In fact, Donnie had gotten detention twice now for his constant whispers and laughs he shared with you. He didn’t care. As long as he kept you hooked on him, he’d take any punishment. Besides, Ms. Dulwich was exactly what her name described her as. A dull witch. She was a miserable, lonely woman who had nothing better to do than move Donnie as far away from you as possible. He always managed to get a note back to your desk, despite the newfound circumstances of having a desk at the very front of the room.

It was today, though, that he decided he needed to finally step up to the plate. He couldn’t just wait around forever. You’d lose interest or someone else would get to you first. The thought plagued his mind more than Frank, it was a constant bother.

It was 11:05, his, and your, lunch period. After debating on whether or not he go through the lunch line, he ultimately decides he was too nervous to eat, so instead, he begins to search for you. He eventually spotted you at the end of a table full of girls, the lot of you laughing and gossiping, as one does. He rubs his sweaty palms on his pants, and begins his journey towards the crowded table. He didn’t believe you fit in with those girls. They were loud, obnoxious and so… plastic. You were real. They didn’t deserve you, but Donnie definitely did. At least that was what he believed.

“Y/n,” he interrupts, ignoring the girl who he’d just cut off, rubbing his hands on his pants once again. As soon as you look up at him with that smile, he thought he might as well just marry you. He just couldn’t seem to get his words out, his mouth falling open and closing, over and over. The girls around you began to quietly snickers, giving glances and eye rolls. “Do you wanna eat lunch with me?” He finally spit it out, finally asked. Now the hard part was over. The girls began to giggle, but you nodded, standing from your seat. “Okay,” you said, your voice so calm. Immediately your friend’s laughter stops, the snobby girls looking on in disbelief. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with Donnie, the group just thought he was kind of a freak, to say the least.

You had never thought of Donnie as a freak. You saw him as the smart guy he was, which was a boost to his ego, considering he found you rather intelligent as well, though your smarts didn’t always show through a test. Maybe he just thought so highly of you because he liked you, but either way, he knew he enjoyed talking to you. “I hate them, I’m sorry. They’re just brats. They weren’t laughing at you, they were laughing at me,” you tell Donnie, sitting across from him at an empty table. Donnie furrows his brows, watching you pick at your lunch. “Why would they laugh at you,” he snorts, his eyes trailing back to the girls who were staring right back, poking each other and whispering. “I talk about you a lot,” you say vaguely.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Donnie decided he couldn’t take it anymore. If he didn’t ask what had been driving him crazy for so long, he’d never be able to sleep at night. “Do you wanna go with me? Like, do you wanna, like, I don’t know. Never mind, shut up. Not you, me,” he rambles, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut in disbelief. You stare at him, seeming so bewildered for a moment, before you simply begin to laugh. “Yeah, I wanna go with you.” Donnie nodded in response, biting his lip. “I like you,” he says, eyes flickering all over your face. “I know,” you snort.

“Will you come over after school? We can just hang out, or I can read you this book, it’s… I think you’d like it,” he blurts, his heart pounding. He could hardly process everything happening right now, his mind going haywire. “Yeah, okay, that’d be cool,” you nod, leg bouncing under the table. “Okay. Cool,” Donnie sighs. The rest of lunch wasn’t so bad. The two of you just talked like you normally did and the awkward tension went away completely. It was like nothing changed, though both of you knew something did, indeed, change.

𐙚

As the two of you stepped into his bedroom, successfully having gotten passed his mother’s questions and his fathers jokes, you dropped your book bag on the floor. “You can sit on the bed, I’m gonna grab that book,” Donnie tells you, kicking off his shoes. When he joins you on the bed, he hesitantly wraps his arm around your shoulder, opening the book. You look up at him, giving a grin. “What are you doing,” you ask, putting your hand on his elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” he says, looking down at you as he bites back his smile. After a moment of silence, he looks down at your lips. “You know, you’re my first girl,” he says, his voice quiet. “Oh, so I’m your girl?” You rest your head on his shoulder, Donnie giggling. You loved his laugh. It was so airy and silly. “I meannn,” he trails off, looking away for a moment.

“I think I like being your girl,” you hum, raising a brow. “That makes one of us,” he jokes, causing the both of you to laugh. Then, again, there was silence. He slowly moved down, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Donnie,” you snort, grabbing his face and pushing him away. He gently pulls your hand away, sticking out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. “What?” You think for a moment, giving a shrug. “I dunno.” He scans your face for a moment, brows furrowing. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have tried anything. I’m not expecting anything from you, I just, I was thinking… I don’t know, I thought maybe you wanted to kiss me, so,” she begins, only to be cut off by your lips on his.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get a little too passionate, your shirt on his floor and his hand hovering over your bra. You move his hand onto your tit to give him the extra push, and then he’s all over you. “I really didn’t plan this or anything, I swear. I really like you,” he rambles on, sliding his fingers under the white fabric of your bra, his inexperienced fingers playing with your nipple. “Stop talking,” you say softly, hand fiddling with the button on his pants. “Gotcha,” he mumbles, reconnecting your lips until your hand meets his hard cock, covered by his boxers. “I’ve imagined this before, actually not to long ago, but this is better,” he tells, not able to stay quiet because he just always had to say whatever was on his mind. You almost laugh against his lips. “Donnie, you’re really cute, but shut up.”

He nods, grunting at the feeling of your fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. “Sorry. You’re so pretty, can’t help it,” he huffs, pushing his nose into your hair. He pushes your hand away, pulling his dick out of his boxers, because he just couldn’t wait any longer. “You don’t have to do anything, I-” He’s cut off with a moan as your head ducks down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the head of his cock. “Oh, shit, you’re gonna make me cum,” he tells you. You look up at him, one hand moving to make a ring around the base of his dick, slowing moving it up and down, the other finding his balls, squeezing gently. His fingers fly to your hair, gripping at the roots. He rewards you with heavenly moans, twitching in your mouth. You slowly drag your tongue around his tip before moving down. As soon he dick his the back of your throat and you hollowed your cheeks, he cums down your throat, tossing his head back as if his soul left his body.

You make sure he’s looking at you as you swallow, pulling away to let him take a moment. “You never had your dick sucked?” You question, running your fingers through his hair. She shakes his head, putting his thumb in between your teeth, pulling your mouth open. Letting his finger trail back down to your lip, letting it bounce back, he places a sweeter kiss to your lips. “I think I just came into next year,” he breathes, hands finding your tits again. “You’re so romantic,” you say sarcastically, Donnie giving you a dopey smile. “What, you didn’t like it?” He moves his lips to your neck, testing the waters. “No, I liked it.”

“You wanna do it again?”

𐙚 he’s such a virgin, idc, he’d be so awkward and chatty the very first time he did something slightly sexual and it would be so cute and annoying at the same time i want to kiss him

im so tired why’d i stay up so late writing smut about this man

[missuswalker]

yes!!! we’re collectively clawing at the iron bars of our enclosure for scraps of donnie content 😞

YOU MADE ME CACKLE

you’re gonna love what’s in my drafts, happy mothering day to all of donnie’s wives

[missuswalker]

no bc the evan peters to jake gyllenhaal pipeline is so real 😭😭

can’t wait to see what you write for him :)

it’s a canon event 🫡 i’ve fallen victim to the dilf epidemic

i’m thinking about doing something for donnie first because everyone is so starved for him 😮‍💨😮‍💨