weirdogirl888

[weirdogirl888]

holly fuck this was so good

i love ur donnie writings so much. he’s sucha perv but if i was reader i’d let him use me anyday (if ur gnna write this no degradation to reader pretty please :))

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𝜗𝜚 Donnies feeling a lil bit stressed. What better way to take it out than on you?

warnings: smut, Donnie is a bit angry n aggressive, reader is a sweetheart

You understood that Donnie had his issues. Any other girl would've turned him down, thats probably why he loved you so much. It wasn't all that bad though. He was just like any other teenage boy, except the fact he was schizophrenic and occasionally enjoyed vandalism. He'd get angry, frustrated, annoyed. Just normal human things.

One day it got a bit too much. The two of you were studying in your cute little bedroom, laying atop of the stuffed animals scattered along the sheets. You were jotting down notes about genotypes and phenotypes when you heard a noise akin to a growl. You turned your head to see Donnie pick himself up from the bed, his brows furrowed in defeat. "Whats wrong, Donnie?" you asked, sitting up straight. Donnie just shook his head and sat on your vanity chair. "Stupid fucking math..."

Donnies calculus homework had been consuming his thoughts for days now, the complex equations and abstract concepts twisting his mind into knots. It's not that he wasn't smart enough, thats the furthest thing from the truth. Its just that Donnie didn't really know how to deal with things he didn't understand.

Now, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you just let Donnie go unnoticed? It wasn't like his moods weren't obvious, because they definitely were. He'd pout like a little boy who's mom said no to a new action figure. His mouth would curl up into a frown, his usually stormy demeanor booming with thunder.

So, you stood up in front of him. He looked up at you with his blue eyes, swirling with irritation. "Um, maybe I could help you?" you said, hands clasped together politely in front of you. Donnie furrowed his brows. "What do you mean? You gonna do all this bullshit for me?" he was obviously still on edge. Obviously had some pent up stress that needed to be released.

"Well, no...but I could help you in a different way." Thats when it clicked in his head. Donnie slowly rose up from the chair. "Oh, yeah? Like how?" he asked, backing you up slowly. "I could help you get your anger out," you said meekly, looking up at him with a hint of fear in your pretty eyes. You began rethinking offering yourself up to him. You knew Donnie would never truly hurt you, he loved you. But with him it was always a gamble. "You want me to take it out on you?" Donnie inquired, looking down at you with a vicious smirk on his face. You nodded your head, too scared to speak real words.

Donnie pushed you down onto the bed, his tall frame looming over yours as he attacked your neck with kisses and bites, marking your flesh with the imprint of his lips. His hands roamed your body greedily, squeezing and groping every dip and curve.

Donnies mind was consumed by a haze of lust and desperation as he tore at your clothes. He popped your blouse buttons open and almost ripped the fabric of your skirt. You hadn't ever seen him like this, so desperate and rough. Donnie's large hands gripped your wrists tightly, pinning them above your head as he grounded his rock-hard cock against your soaked panties. You could only lay there and whimper.

His eyes flashed with a feral intensity as he tore your panties off your body, the flimsy fabric no match for his strength and desperation. He tossed the pink shreds aside carelessly, not caring about the cost, only caring about the prize now laid bare before him. "Donnie! Those were new," you whined, wrists still above your head. Donnies eyes met yours, torn away from the sight of your bare pussy. "You said you wanted to make me feel better, didn't you?" you nodded your head silently. "Then be good for me 'nd take it."

Donnie fucked into you with a feral sense. his thick cock stretched your tight walls around his throbbing shaft. He set a brutal, punishing pace as he pounded into you again and again like a dog in heat. There was no gentleness, no tenderness, only the urge to let out all that pent up anger.

Despite his harsh touch, Donnies words were sweet and loving. You couldn't hear exactly what he was muttering in your ear, but it was something about how perfect you are and how much he loves you. "So pretty 'nd perfect, you're like my personal little doll," he grunted. You could only moan in response, as your brain and self respect had leaked out of you long ago.

"You like that? You like being my doll?" Donnie asked as he pushed your legs up towards your ears. The stretch in the back of your thighs stung but soon turned into pleasure. You nodded your head, of course you liked being Donnies doll. You loved it.

You could feel your pussy clench and shake around Donnies cock. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in, moaning loudly into his shoulder. You held on for dear life as he continued to pound into your cunt. "Ple- please! Please Donnie!" you squealed. You didn't know what you were quite begging for. It was either for Donnie to slow down or for him to spill his cum into your pussy.

With a loud groan and a sequence of slow, messy strokes, Donnie spilled into your warmth. You felt your eyes roll back into your skull, warmth enveloping your entire being. Donnies hips and cock twitched as the final sparks of his released faded out. He collapsed on top of you, both of your sweaty bodies molding together.

Once you had both caught your breath, Donnie lifted himself up. He stared down at you, your forehead sweaty and your eyes watery. Although barely awake, you could feel the shift in Donnies aura. He seemed calmer, more relaxed.

Your cunt was better than any stress reliever.

(GUESS WHOS BAAACK😼 tysm sooo much to @weirdogirl888 for requesting!! sorry if its a lil bit short lol. lmk if ygs want a second part to this scenario or sum :3)

[weirdogirl888]

YESSSSS PLEASEELLEASEEELLEASEPLEASE tag neeeee

i need house to break me in half and use me as a flashlight

this is the realest thing ive ever read in my life

so... should i write more house smut?

[weirdogirl888]

holly fuck this was so good i love ur account

step!fred has me whippeddddxd love to see more

☆｡° stepdad!Fred who loves your mini skirt !

cw: 18+!, mdni, large age gap, Fred is married to your mother, no real smut but still sexual, inappropriate touching, slightly controlling Fred

a/n: not sure if you meant you wanted stepdad!Fred, but then i remembered that’s the only step version of Fred i’ve written 😭 if my guess was wrong though feel free to correct me ! proofread once lmao

You smiled as you looked at yourself through your pocket make-up mirror. Your lips shiny with a light pinkish-red lipgloss. Cheeks dusted with a light pink blush and lashes lifted, courtesy of your step father, Fred, whom gave you the money to get them done.

“Do i look good?” You asked teasingly as you felt Fred’s presence behind you. Closing your makeup mirror and throwing it back into your purse that hung from your arm. Smile forming on your face as you looked at your done up form in your body length mirror and saw Fred leaning against the structure of your door.

“Yeah, look real good beauty.” He praised, his eyes roaming up and down your simple but done up attire you had on for the concert you were going to- also thanks to Fred paying for your tickets. His eyes lingering on your miniskirt.

You smirked as you saw his eyes remain on your short skirt. Grinning cheekily as you fluffed up your hair. “Like my new skirt?” You asked, giggling with faux innocence.

Fred raised a brow at your amusement. Chuckling slightly as he walked up behind you. His hand finding your shoulder and rubbing small circles with his thumb. “Mhm.” He murmured as he looked down at the denim fabric you were wearing around your hips. “The skirt looks beautiful on you.”

You smiled, heart swelling at his words as your cheeky smile grew. Instinctively biting your nail to try and remain nonchalant, but failing as you felt his hand push past the fabric and rub up and down your ass. His voice dropping lower as he spoke with a smirk into your ear.

“Gets me fucking excited,” He whispered, placing a soft kiss to your neck as he brought his hand down to teasingly run the pad of his fingers up and down your clothed cunt. Free hand moving to firmly hold your waist.

You whimpered as you tightened your thighs around his hand. Your hand coming to hold onto his on your waist as heat quickly rushed down to your core. Knees already threatening to give out.

“Y-yeah?” You mumbled. Mind hazy with shy excitement as your pussy clenched around nothing and panties got damp with your arousal.

“Yeah,” He confirmed, breath hot against your neck before he pulled away, eliciting a whine from you as you furrowed your brows. Smug smirk making its way to Fred’s face as he observed the mess he already made of you. “Which means other guys’ll get excited to.” He said as he placed his hand back onto your shoulder. Using his other hand to cup your chin in between his fingers and turn your face towards his.

“So if you be a good girl and change this skirt before you leave and enjoy the concert, i’ll give you a nice ‘surprise’ when you get back.” He said, smirk still plastered on his face though softer as he looked at you and into your eyes. “K?” He questioned, cocking a brow slightly before chuckling as he watched you frantically nod ‘yes’. Moving his hand back down to place a light smack to your ass. “Good girl… And put this skirt back on when you get back home f’me.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[weirdogirl888]

Could you write a Jim Halpert fic? I want it to be an x reader who has a lot of tension with Jim and one day they just need to fuck to get it out.

Jim's a tease for sure, so tension is inevitable. Hope you like it! (If not you can always request something else if requests are open!!)

Jim Halpert x Coworker!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N; Smut; Plot-ish; Semi-Public Sex; Teasing; Tension; Almost Getting Caught; Big Dick Jim (obvi); Fingering (fem receiving); Missionary; Office Sex; Desk Sex;

Author's Note:

This contains smut, so if you are not 18+ (or 16+ because lets be real here) do not interact with this post! If you like, reblog, comment, or follow me, I will block you! I can't stop you from reading this, but knowing you are makes me uncomfy, thanks!

Michael called an "end-of-day" meeting to, which he had been trying to make a regular thing for a few days now, in order to talk about, well, whatever he wanted. Currently, he was saying something about the Halloween party coming up. It was hard to focus with the chairs being so close together, it made the small "meeting room" kind of hot and stuffy. Either that or the fact that Jim's hand was brushing your thigh, his shoe inching your pant leg up slowly, then letting it drop back down. You couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose, or if he was messing around.

He had been doing this for weeks now, and you never had the courage to tell him to either stop or take him into the bathroom and have him right then and there. It started with him "accidentally" bumping into you and grabbing your hips to steady himself, or grazing your hand as he walked by. At first you made the excuse that it was a small office, he had a desk right next to yours, and even that he was just clumsy. Then he started to be more touchy. He would put his arm around your shoulder when you guys were talking to people. He played it off as a "friendly gesture", but you knew it wasn't when his hand would graze the side of your breasts, or play with your hair, tugging every so often. It got to the point where you couldn't be around him without him touching you in some way. It wasn't like you didn't like it, in fact it turned you on. You just couldn't tell if he was messing with you.

Which brings you to now. His hand slowly inching to your inner-thigh, his shoe messing with your pant leg. You were focusing all your attention on not squirming in your seat. You didn't want to bring alert any of the other people in the very crowded room.

It wasn't until he removed all contact that you snapped back into focus, noticing everyone getting up from there chairs. You quickly got up, ready to get out of there, your body buzzing with arousal.

You were bending over your desk, logging out of your computer, when you felt a pair of hands on your waist. You gasped at the sudden contact and whipped around, meeting Jim face to face. By this point everyone was either gone, or heading out the door, the only one still there being Michael, who was in his office with the blinds closed.

"What are you doing?" You breathe out, barely able to look him in the eye.

"Saying hi. Do you... not... want me to say hi?" He asks, smirking, his eyes half-lidded.

You could barely breathe, his hands, still on your hips, were slowly making their way underneath your shirt, and up your waist. His soft, strong hands rubbing up and down your soft skin.

You finally get enough sense to do something, and reach up, grabbing his neck, pulling him down and forcing your lips together. He groans into your lips, moving you backwards until you bump against your desk. His tongue prods your lips and you immediately let him enter your tongues clashing against one another, teeth bumping each others. He bites your lip causing you to moan, muffled by his mouth pressed against yours. He moves his hands to your ass, about to help you jump onto the desk behind you when you both hear a thud coming from Michaels office.

You both immediately separate, realizing you could be caught at any moment. Your hands go to your shirt, pulling it back down and smoothing it down, while Jim's hands flatten his hair back down. Michael opens up the door to his office, grabbing his things, and leaves to get his coat.

He turns to the both of you and says, "Have a nice weekend you guys! Remember to get the cupcakes for the Halloween party Monday okay Jim?"

"Yeah, yeah. See you Monday!" Jim says, his gaze making its way back over to you.

Michael leaves, the door closing with a loud thud, and Jim's hands are immediately on you again. This time he grabs you, actually lifting you onto the desk, and immediately one of his hands goes to the button on your pants, the other going to grip your hair as he shoves his mouth against yours.

He breaks away from your lips for a moment, his warm breath fanning against your lips as he says, "Are you sure about this? It's fine if you don't want to, you know."

"I think I am going to go crazy if you stop now," You say, laughing softly.

He chuckles, diving back into your lips, his fingers wrapping around your hair as he unbuttons and unzips your pants. You take your hands off of his chest, where they were grabbing at his shirt, and slide your pants off, dropping them to the floor. His hands leave your body and go to undo his slacks, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees, his hard length popping out and hitting his stomach. It takes everything in you not to groan as you wrap your fingers around it. It is girthy, making you unable to wrap your hand around it fully, and very lengthy. He pulls away from your mouth as you glide your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum dribbling down his shaft with your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N. You don't know how long I've thought about this," Jim moans in your ear.

You pick up the pace as you answer, "I bet about as long as you've been teasing me. If I had to guess, of course."

His laugh turns into moans as I rub my thumb across his tip again, moving his hands to your thighs. He moves his hands higher, until they are right where you want them. His fingers pull at your panties, pulling away from you for a moment to look you in the eyes.

"Are you-" You cut him off by pressing your mouth against his again.

"For the last time, yes. Yes I am sure. No I am not going to regret it. Now please touch me Jim," You say, clenching your thighs together, needing to relieve some of the pressure.

"Fine," He says, shoving you onto your back.

He pulls your panties off quickly, throwing them over his shoulder, and rubs his fingers through your slit. He groans at how wet you are. He spreads your wetness through your folds, stopping every so often to rub circles into your clit. You slap your hand to your mouth to muffle your moans.

Jim reaches his free hand up to pull your arm down, "Let me hear you, Sweetheart. Come on baby."

You whimper as he pushes a finger into you, slowly massaging your clit with his thumb. His long, slender finger reaches places inside of you that you could never reach on your own before. Your pussy squelches with wetness as he shoves another finger into you.

You look up at him, his eyes never tearing away from your wetness, seemingly hypnotized. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you faster, each time they come away soaked and glistening, before he shoves them back in again, curling them deep inside of you, hitting that spongey spot inside of you. You try to find something to grip on the flat surface of your desk, unable to find something to keep you grounded. Jim, noticing, grabs both of your wrists with his large hand and pins it to the desk above your head, inserting a third finger, with slight resistance, at the same time.

"So tight, baby. Gonna come on my fingers? Please come for me Sweetheart," He says, leaning down to kiss your face, your neck, your shoulders, as he thrusts his fingers faster and faster, his thumb continually rubbing your clit, the pressure overwhelming.

You moan a string of curses as your pussy clenches his fingers, the coil of pressure inside of you bursting. You try to clench your thighs closed, but he leans down, his shoulders keeping you from doing so.

He slowly stops moving his fingers inside you and takes them out, looking you in the eyes as he licks them clean. He groans like he hasn't ever tasted anything as delicious as you.

"Made a mess, didn't you?" He asks softly.

You nod, barely conscious enough to do that, still coming down from your high.

"Think you can do it again f'me? Hm?" He asks, bringing his hand down to pump his dick which is dripping with precum.

You nod again, "Mhm. I can do it Jim, promise."

He smiles down at you, "Ok pretty girl, let's see."

He pumps his cock a few more times before he slowly inserts it into you, a wet squelching sound emanating from your folds. He groans and his head falls backwards as he thrusts into you, the base of his dick meeting your hips. You moan loudly, straining against his hand holding your wrists to the desk. His other free hand grabs your right leg and pushes it back and out slightly, allowing his to thrust into you deeper and at a new angle.

"Fuck Jim, faster please," You moan out, your eyes beginning to become unfocused.

His thrusts become faster, rougher, the sounds of skin on skin echoes around the office. If anyone were to walk in there would be no hiding what the two of you were doing, no lying your way out of this one. That thought only made you clench harder around Jim, causing his hips to stutter.

"I'm so fucking close Y/N," He whimpers out between thrusts, taking his hand off your wrists in order to circle your clit again.

His thrusts became erratic, forcing you to grip his arm that was holding onto your thigh. You gripped the edge of the desk behind your head with your other hand to stop you from moving on the desk. Your vision went white as you came, your pussy clenching Jim's dick causing his hips to stutter, pulling out and coming on your soaked folds and thighs.

"Fuck. Fuck Y/N," Jim muttered as he slumps down in your office chair that was pulled out from your desk.

"Yeah... How the hell am I going to sit next to you Monday?" You ask, half joking.

"I guess we'll just have to do it again," He responds, smirking at you.

[weirdogirl888]

i Love u weirdogirl888 ur fics are so ngjdoqkdnffndnndf😻😻😻

thank you!!! twt visuals coming soon

[weirdogirl888]

i’m so horny for him

[weirdogirl888]

LORDDDDD this was so good. sally anything you make will still be gold even if u think it’s shit. i’m fucking leaking omgggg

nah cuz mean david loki is hella hot but then when he’s in you he completely melts and whines like a bitch

I’m gonna rip my hair out.

Bother

- Detective Loki

This gif makes me cum sorry

Summary: Seeing you talk back to him, David gets more bothered than he should, in ways he definitely shouldn’t.

Warnings: arguing, degradation, groping, semi public sex, mirror sex, change of dynamics, David is pathetic, piv sex, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1379

Notes: Hey, so this is ass. I still wanted to give this a try even though I’m not very good at writing mean characters. Hope you find it alright still xx :)

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If there was one thing David liked, it was being in control. Or at least feeling like he was. However, this didn’t mean that he never lost it.

Working for him entailed being bossed around a lot. There was never a moment to catch your breath, but continuous tasks, one after the other, for 8 hours straight. File this paper, call that department, email the forensics, go through the CCTV footage, copy this transcript. Through all of this, David remained stoic and stern, even though his wandering eyes told another story.

This way of work didn’t usually bother you; in fact, it was nice not being bored. But on bad days, God, you wanted to rip David’s head off. And if he got frustrated enough, his clothes too. On this particular day, you couldn’t make yourself do anything but stare at the wall and linger by the coffee machine. It got on David’s nerves; it was obvious by the way his forehead vein showed with the clenching of his jaw. With his work ethic, he couldn’t wrap his head around your slacking. He also couldn’t wrap his head around why this made him want to push you up against the wall instead of slamming your head into it. The latter bothered him the most.

“You didn’t send out that email,” he pointed out when you came back from the coffee machine, again, cup in hand. “Sorry, I’ll get to it. Just tired today,” you excused yourself; he didn’t seem to care. You weren’t weak, but getting told off felt horrible, so you complied. “We’re all tired today,” he mumbled back as if to say, ‘I don’t care if you’re tired. Do your job.’

You sat back down in the uncomfortable office chair, put your coffee on the desk, and opened your computer back up. Dear Pavlikovsky,. Regarding the skin cells collected from the steering wheel in the Finch case… You could finally think of words and actually put them into text. But life wasn’t going to be that easy, so to even it out, your elbow knocked your coffee cup over, spilling its contents across your desk before you were able to catch it. “Jesus Christ,” David sighed, “Can you do anything?” Like you needed to hear that, like you weren’t already pissed off at yourself and him. “I’m trying here!” you said back, accidentally raising your voice at him. He didn’t like that, not at all. “Yeah? Well, you should try harder,” he countered, matching your volume.

This was your final straw. You got up and left the room, making a straight line for the restrooms. Fuck this job, fuck David, and fuck Pavlikovsky. You pushed the door open and stepped into the tiled room. All the stalls were empty this time of day, thank God. You turned on the sink before splashing your face with water, drying it, and sighing. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, trying to collect yourself. 1, 2, 3, 4… But then the door opened, which was weird since you were the only woman left.

“Hey, no need to barge out like that.” Sigh. His voice was lower, but neither kinder nor calmer. “Why not?” You looked at him through the mirror, and for once he didn’t look like a dictator waiting to point fingers. “Because I like to be respected,” he explained while stepping forward, standing a foot behind you. He looked down on you in the reflection, with his arms crossed and eyes blinking compulsively from frustration. “Why should I respect you if you don’t even like me?” Maybe you should have kept quiet, but it was time to rip off the band-aid anyway. He snickered at this, at you. “I don’t dislike you.” David felt himself abandoning his morals as he took a step forward, pressing his crotch against you. “But I can’t stand you constantly disrupting me.”

Why he did this, he had no idea. Or he knew why he wanted to; he just didn’t understand how he could have. But as you had abandoned your tasks and disrespected his orders, his mind had gone elsewhere while his blood rushed to his groin. Control was slipping away.

It took a second for you to register what was happening, widening your eyes once you realized that your laziness wasn’t going to be punished but rewarded. You weren’t complaining about the change of events, not at all. In fact, this might get you back on track. Seeing this authoritative man fighting to keep his composure had arousal swirling in your stomach. His nostrils flared as his breathing deepened, seeing his crotch pressed up against you.

“I won’t stop you,” you admitted even though you still had some anger lingering. David looked relieved for a moment, a rare sighting. He placed one of his hands on your ass, making you lean your upper body against the sink and press back up against his erection. “Do you always slut yourself out like this?” he asked you, but didn’t back off. Instead, He pulled your pants down and squeezed the exposed skin.

Even though you had a hard time understanding his thought process, you didn’t question him. Especially when you saw him undo his pants in the reflection. You weren’t going to ruin this. You backed up against him once again. He hummed quietly through gritted teeth, still trying to maintain control.

“You did this,” he pointed out; it almost sounded like a threat, before pulling your panties down. The sight stirred him up, made him twitch in his boxers. He ran a finger through your folds, scoffing at your wetness, making you blush with embarrassment. He pulled his cock out, stroking it a few times before lining himself up. His breath grew shaky when your wetness warmed his tip; his eyelids even fluttered. He was slipping out of it.

He pushed in and whimpered like a bitch as your warmth hugged him. You couldn’t help but grin to yourself. You weren’t the slut here; he was. Getting riled up seeing you pissed off and then following you to the bathroom, hoping he would be granted some relief, that's pathetic.

He was moving inside of you slowly, too slowly. Realizing how weak he was made you take the wheel. So you pushed yourself onto his cock, without warning or concern. His nails dug into your hips as he whined at your sudden move. His mind kept telling him to keep his focus, to not lose himself. But he did. He was expecting to fuck you, not to be fucked. His plan had crumbled.

His hips made weak thrusts as you fucked yourself on him, mindlessly moving. The view in the mirror made your stamina feel infinite. His furrowed brows and slack jaw. And the cries spilling from his mouth were like a drug, making everything electric and your brain fuzzy. David thought he was going to melt into a puddle; he hadn’t had sex in so long he had forgotten how fucking good it could be.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he mewled and gripped your skin tighter, forgetting how strong he was even when he was being pathetic. His hands would come to leave purple bruises on your hips. “You’re a weird fucking guy, David.” You scoffed as you tried to keep your tone strict amidst your struggling breaths. To your surprise, David’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your words. Regret built in him, which for some reason made his arousal do the same, making him feel even more ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled in his strained, high-pitched, whiny voice.

You upped your pace, making him fully moan. His noises bounced off the cold tile, echoing through the room. His hair was a mess; strands were falling down over his face. You almost felt proud, betting very few people ever got to see David like this.

He came with a loud whine; it almost sounded more like a sob. The fact that you had your superior cumming inside of you was a rush. You backed away from him, pulling off of his cock. “So this is why I bother you,” you turned around and huffed, “Just let me know next time you're horny so I don’t have to make a scene.”

[weirdogirl888]

i think about this a lot

Imagine being a new journalist and working with Graysmith and him having a crush on you, but he is to shy to talk, so he just glances at you whenever you’re nearby, you’ve noticed it and you usually give him a soft smile.

[weirdogirl888]

low-key

Hi hello if any writers see this please write 4 adam bell / anthony claire i beg of you

[weirdogirl888]

i miss you and your fics girl come back i’ve been yearning..

i’m back gang

[weirdogirl888]

sub Donnie? I have been CRAVING dis

guys @gyllenhaalstuff has some hellaaaaa good sub donnie fics (one of them was my request btw tehe) but ya they’re hella good check em out

[weirdogirl888]

haii just here to dump about my general thoughts of Donnie , do you think he's the type to pound into pussy for stimulation / stress relieving purposes ??

I don't know, I've just been having this idea of him fucking till u pass out O⁠_⁠o nefarious things very much taking place...

insatiable - donnie darko imagine

lil dark!donnie, pnv sex, wear a fucking condom, lwk obsessive behavior, uhhh yea idk lol

unedited, again i’m js starting up again be nice on me

a/n: so i’ve been gone for a minute… this blurb will hopefully get me into writing again. i’ll start working on more requests soon. inbox open to any of jake gyllenhaals characters.

smut bellow the cut!

donnie definitely wasn’t the sadist type. but that doesn’t mean he won’t get carried away a time or too.

sometimes forgetting that the people you love most you’re supposed to treat as such. maybe he was getting spoiled.

but during sex when you already came and he was just so close to release and you were squeezing him just so fucking good.

it’s almost like his primal instincts take over him. and who is he one to ignore acting on them?

in a once passionate love making missionary you were found in a brutal matting press.

donnie would throw each of your legs over his shoulder and bend down to kiss you. causing you to squeal.

and that’s when he would really fucking turn feral.

his thrusts getting hard and brutal. and his moans getting louder as he neared his release. if made him happy to hear u were enjoying it too. even if ur sound of enjoyment was the choked sobs coming from ur weak throat. donnie didn’t care. in fact it was almost like he disregarded you completely. taking both ur knees and shoving them in ur face, completely focused on the squelching sounds coming from where you two met. and the white ring from ur previous orgasms that had donnie transfixed.

he furrowed his brows and left his mouth agape. finally feeling release wash over him.

“holy—holy fuck.” donnie was WHIPED. it took him a minute to collect himself before he got up to clean you up. changing to his usual care giving state.

aftercare was always very sweet and careful. it’s not that donnie didn’t like you, he loved you very much. but he also knows you love him too. which even if he never would admit. he knows that he could be as rough as he wanted and you wouldn’t say a thing. i mean, who would say no to such a sweet boy like him?

[weirdogirl888]

i just saw a video of someone complaining abt smurfette being be mischaracterized in the new smurf movie and im now imagining donnie darko being apart of the smurf fandom and posting stuff like this😭😭

[weirdogirl888]

Velvet Buzzsaw (2019) dir. Dan Gilroy

[weirdogirl888]

sub!donnie pouring out apologies when ur riding him on the couch and he js grabs you and fucks up into you cuz he can’t control himself… lwk size kink too

Your requests are always so good I can’t. This isn’t super long but I had to get it out of my head. This request honestly did things to me.

Giving in

- Donnie Darko

This picture has nothing to do with the fic but he’s cute so

Summary: Donnie can’t control himself and guiltily takes things in his own hands

Warnings: Sub!Donnie, edging, blowjob, riding, orgasm denial, praise, begging, crying, size difference if you squint, piv sex, unprotected sex.

Word count: 1150~

Notes: First time my own fic has turned me on. Anyway. If you think seeing the dickprint on your lower stomach is unrealistic, you just haven’t been with anyone big enough. Take it from me.

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Donnie was practically crying at this point. You torturing him by blowing him and stopping before he got to cum over and over had smushed his brain. But your praise made up for it.

His cock had been twitching in your mouth, ready to cum down your throat more than once. And when he finally caught his breath back, you would swallow him back down.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad. His face was hot and flustered, and his hair was a mess. His hands were shaky from gripping onto the couch cushions, from trying his best not to cum against your orders.

You sat up and straddled him. You could feel his cock pulsating beneath you, leaking and painfully hard. It was time to wrap things up; poor thing was so close to earning his orgasm. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “You’ve done so well,” another kiss, “I’ll let you cum soon.” He whined but nodded; he didn’t know how much more he could take. But the longer the wait, the better the reward, he thought to himself.

His cock stretched you out as you sank down on him; he wasn’t small by any means. His veiny hands were gripping onto your waist to keep him grounded. You started moving slowly. Just sitting on him, grinding against his pelvis with your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up.

Donnie proved to have a hard time staying in his place. Seconds after you started moving, his hips bucked, and he accidentally thrust up into you. “Fuck, I’m sorry I can’t,” he whined, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Poor thing was trying his best to keep it in; the vein above his left eye was showing, a testament to his strain.

You pushed his hips back down onto the couch. “Yes, you can, baby,” you encouraged him and kept riding him at your own tortuous pace. You had been waiting for this the whole day, feeling Donnie filling you up and his dark stubble against your clit, you didn’t want it to end so soon.

His hips bucked again, making you break and moan against your will. “Donnie,” you warned him, “Don’t.” He held back a cry, but you could see his eyes watering. God, he wanted to flip you over and fuck you senseless. Wanted to put his mouth all over your tits and neck.

You sped up, falling down on him harder. Donnie pressed his lips together. But he couldn’t focus. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he rambled, not even sure what he was sorry for. Maybe he just wanted you to give in. “You’re doing so well, don’t apologize,” you responded, “just hold on a bit longer.” He looked so fragile; you couldn’t be mean to him, couldn’t degrade him like in this state.

Though, maybe you should’ve. Because a second later, Donnie’s hands pulled your hips down on his cock. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” he whined, feeling so bad for not controlling himself. He didn’t stop this time; instead, he continued moving you up and down on him, which he could’ve done this whole time considering how much stronger he was than you.

“I just really need to cum. I’m sorry, ah—!” Now he was really a mess. His hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead, and his arms flexed as he bounced you up and down.

You honestly didn’t have the mind to bother stopping him and taking back the control. You needed this too. Having his cock in your mouth for so long had left you soaked. Donnie kept rambling apologies beneath you. “Can’t control myself; I’m sorry.” He looked like he was in pain, even though he was feeling the complete opposite. Tears were threatening to spill out of his eyes; he didn’t want to be bad.

His hips snapped up into yours despite his guilt, completely numbing and overstimulating you all at once. You let him have his reward, partly because it all felt so good. “You’re just too pretty; I can’t stop myself,” he tried to explain, as if you were listening. Though, you did hear the other noises coming from his mouth. Pathetic, whiny, girl-like moans. (You see, Donnie’s vocal cords were tired from everything you had put him through.) It was the best sound in the world.

Donnie watched his cock bulging against your lower belly, his ego inflating. How could he ever resist pounding into his girl when she was half his size, just begging to be tossed around? He was actually being really good for keeping you in this position instead of bending you over.

“I love you. I’m sorry,” he apologized again, still whining like a bitch. His nails dug into your skin, leaving moon crescent marks. His hips were practically off the couch, meeting yours with each thrust. He went fast and hard, running on adrenaline and his aching need.

“Please, I need to cum,” he begged, like your words meant anything to him at this point. You didn’t respond; he wouldn’t have listened anyway. “God, I’m sorry.” Tears were running down his cheeks, down over his neck, settling in the crevice of his collarbones.

Even though he was ignoring every rule you had set, his whimpering was delicious and enough to make your walls crumble. “Cumming too,” you mumbled, making Donnie sigh in relief as some of the weight lifted off his shoulders. “Please, baby,” he begged. He couldn’t imagine a better reward.

Donnie came just seconds before you, biting his lips as his thighs shook. If there was a God, this was the closest he’d come. You followed closely, cumming with a moan and riding your orgasm out, stuffed with his softening cock and hot cum.

You laid down on his chest, breathing heavily as you came down from your high. Donnie’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against his chest. “I’m sorry, baby, don’t be mad,” he sniffled into your hair. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He felt so guilty, so dirty. He lost control.

“It’s okay, Don,” you kissed his forehead, “You earned it.” You moved your lips to his cheek, tasting his salty tears. He mumbled a thank you. Grateful you were so forgiving and kind.

“Do you want to wash up?” You asked. Both of you were covered in cum and saliva, definitely in need of a shower. “Yeah,” Donnie nodded and dried his tears. You smiled at him, your big, sweet golden retriever. Your heart ached for him. “If you want…,” your smile turned into a grin, “you can get back at me for being so mean.” His face lit up.

“You’re gonna regret saying that,” he smiled back and kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. This was far from over.

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Free Sample

- Pilot Kelson ☆

Summary: You meet up with your dealer who offers you a free sample, however this sample does more than relax you.

Warnings: Weed, weed as an aphrodisiac, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, cumplay.

Word count: 1382

Notes: This is a need.

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Walking into Pilot’s house was like walking into a club. Dimly lit and filled with smoke, you came back out with 50% less brain cells than you had before you entered.

You sat on his worn-out couch as he yapped about the new strain he was pushing. “Smoked this last night, and I swear I saw God.” He had to hype it up; it was a business after all. “I’ll let you try it out before you pay. You’re a loyal customer after all,” he offered, holding up the small bag. “Why not?” you shrugged. You’d never pass on a free high.

Pilot sat down behind you before propping up the weed and papers on the living room table. His hands worked confidently; he had done this more times than he could count. Your eyes lingered on him as he licked the paper and sealed it before twisting the head.

He lit it up, took a drag, and passed it to you. “This won’t kill me, right?” you asked before accepting it. He shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle. “You’ll be fine.”

And he hadn’t been lying; this was good stuff. “Aren’t you wasting money by doing this?” You weren’t complaining; it was just a bit unusual for a dealer to give out free samples like this. “Doing this with you is not a waste,” he said as smoke pillowed out of his mouth. He smiled, and his heavy eyes thinned even further.

Your legs were turning into spaghetti, and a chill ran down your spine. “This is really good,” you pointed out. You had no idea how you were going to drive home in this state. “Turns you on too,” he joked, or so you thought. But it slowly started sinking in.

He put it out on the ashtray and let his head tilt back against the cushion. “I can’t drive like this,” you said, half laughing. “Guess you have to stay a bit then.” Pilot turned to the side to look at you. His eyes flickered up and down.

“You weren’t lying,” you said, looking back at him. “About what?” He grinned. “About it turning you on,” you admitted unashamedly, something you wouldn’t have done in a clear state. “That’s something I could help with,” he spat back; the hope building in his chest ran straight down to his cock.

“Yeah?” You looked at his lips, red and slightly agape. “Yeah,” he nodded before closing the space between you. It was sloppy from the start, but slow. It felt as if your mouths melted together into one as his tongue grazed yours. Your thighs clenched without you meaning to. Pilot’s hand went to and settled at your waist, covered by nothing as the hot California sun had forced you into a crop top earlier that day.

You moved to sit on his lap. It all felt automatic, like your brain had checked out for the time being and your body had its own conscience. His hands grabbed at your hips and pulled you down against the tent in his pants. Even though his muscles felt slack, the grip he had on you was strong.

His thumbs went inside your waistband. “I want them off,” he breathed out against your swollen lips. You undid the button of your shorts and pulled them off before leaning down to kiss him again. His cargo pants rubbed against your clit, still covered by your thin cotton underwear. Your breathing gained a voice, and you moaned into Pilot’s mouth. This seemed to spur him on further, and he bucked his hips up against you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he mumbled and moved down to kiss your neck. He mouthed at your skin, and his saliva cooled you down as the air hit it, sending shivers through your body. His mouth reached your neckline, and he pulled your top off, exposing your tits. He gawked at them before placing his tongue on one of your nipples. The taste of your sweat drove him wild, and he felt as if he’d explode.

Your eyes fluttered as he bit down on your sensitive skin, and you involuntarily rolled your hips against him. “You’re gonna have to get undressed; I feel exposed here,” you half-joked. 

He proved to be a man of action. He sat up straight and tore his t-shirt off and started unzipping his pants. “You’re very obedient,” you teased, making him blush. “As long as it gets me where I want,” he responded and pressed his clothed cock against your clit. He smiled boyishly as your eyes closed in pleasure. 

You moved your underwear to the side. Shame had left you long ago, and all that remained was desperation. Your wetness left a damp spot on Pilot’s underwear as you rolled against him. You almost forgot he was there, as if you were humping a pillow or your hand.

Pilot broke your trance by pulling his underwear down enough to free his cock. It slapped against his pale stomach, dripping precum. Your hips lowered back down, and you covered his shaft with your juices. It slid between your folds, and with each roll, it threatened to slip inside you.

“Don’t be mean,” Pilot whined. “I gave you a free sample, didn’t I?” You smiled at his desperation. It was sweet. You lined him up before sinking down on him. Pilot dug his nails into your skin as he tried his best to gather himself. “Jesus,” he huffed when you had taken him all in. It bordered on being painful, but the overwhelming pleasure cancelled it out. 

“All good?” he checked in. He was a nice guy for being a white trash California dealer. “Just big,” you chuckled, immediately cringing at your choice of words. Though, Pilot didn’t seem to mind. Instead he looked grossly proud.

You started slow, rising before slowly sinking down on him, upping your pace as you went. But your strength wasn’t reliable, and your body quickly turned into a useless lump of jello.

“Can I?” Pilot asked, wanting to take control. You nodded, ashamed of your incompetence. But you quickly forgot about it as he rolled you over on your back. He stood on one level and perched the other on the couch. He placed his hand on your lower belly and pushed himself back in. He shuddered at your grip around him before thrusting again.

The sight from your point of view couldn’t have been better. Pilot's silver chain dangled from his neck, and his baby hairs stuck against his forehead. His brows were knitted together as he concentrated on not instantly cumming. He wasn't going to be a one-minute man.

What were the effects from the joint blurred and Pilot couldn’t tell if he might have gotten high off you too. The room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your legs wrapped around Pilot’s back in an attempt to make him hit deeper. Your mind was a cloudy mess, and if you were to take a look inside, it’d probably look the same as the room did.

Pilot pulled out before he came. He twisted his hand around the head of his cock a few times before cumming on your belly. He hunched forward as he did, and unintelligible curse words fell from his lips. He didn’t waste any time before running his fingers over his cum and placing his wet digits on your clit, rubbing circles against you.

You writhed and trembled beneath him, grateful he cared enough to make you cum too but much too out of it to tell him. Your hips moved against his diligent hand, and whimpers slipped out of you with each breath.

Your legs shook as you came, your whole body tensing before falling through the earth. Poor Pilot didn’t have a single thought in his head and licked a stripe up your cum-covered skin and kissed you deeply, pushing it into your mouth. You accepted and swallowed.

He got you a glass of water from the kitchen. “Will you buy any then?” he asked as he plopped down beside you. “I’d much rather come back for another sample,” you said with a smile and nudged his side, “deal?”

“Deal.”

[weirdogirl888]

Free Sample

- Pilot Kelson ☆

Summary: You meet up with your dealer who offers you a free sample, however this sample does more than relax you.

Warnings: Weed, weed as an aphrodisiac, dry humping, piv sex, unprotected sex, cumplay.

Word count: 1382

Notes: This is a need.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Walking into Pilot’s house was like walking into a club. Dimly lit and filled with smoke, you came back out with 50% less brain cells than you had before you entered.

You sat on his worn-out couch as he yapped about the new strain he was pushing. “Smoked this last night, and I swear I saw God.” He had to hype it up; it was a business after all. “I’ll let you try it out before you pay. You’re a loyal customer after all,” he offered, holding up the small bag. “Why not?” you shrugged. You’d never pass on a free high.

Pilot sat down behind you before propping up the weed and papers on the living room table. His hands worked confidently; he had done this more times than he could count. Your eyes lingered on him as he licked the paper and sealed it before twisting the head.

He lit it up, took a drag, and passed it to you. “This won’t kill me, right?” you asked before accepting it. He shook his head and let out a breathy chuckle. “You’ll be fine.”

And he hadn’t been lying; this was good stuff. “Aren’t you wasting money by doing this?” You weren’t complaining; it was just a bit unusual for a dealer to give out free samples like this. “Doing this with you is not a waste,” he said as smoke pillowed out of his mouth. He smiled, and his heavy eyes thinned even further.

Your legs were turning into spaghetti, and a chill ran down your spine. “This is really good,” you pointed out. You had no idea how you were going to drive home in this state. “Turns you on too,” he joked, or so you thought. But it slowly started sinking in.

He put it out on the ashtray and let his head tilt back against the cushion. “I can’t drive like this,” you said, half laughing. “Guess you have to stay a bit then.” Pilot turned to the side to look at you. His eyes flickered up and down.

“You weren’t lying,” you said, looking back at him. “About what?” He grinned. “About it turning you on,” you admitted unashamedly, something you wouldn’t have done in a clear state. “That’s something I could help with,” he spat back; the hope building in his chest ran straight down to his cock.

“Yeah?” You looked at his lips, red and slightly agape. “Yeah,” he nodded before closing the space between you. It was sloppy from the start, but slow. It felt as if your mouths melted together into one as his tongue grazed yours. Your thighs clenched without you meaning to. Pilot’s hand went to and settled at your waist, covered by nothing as the hot California sun had forced you into a crop top earlier that day.

You moved to sit on his lap. It all felt automatic, like your brain had checked out for the time being and your body had its own conscience. His hands grabbed at your hips and pulled you down against the tent in his pants. Even though his muscles felt slack, the grip he had on you was strong.

His thumbs went inside your waistband. “I want them off,” he breathed out against your swollen lips. You undid the button of your shorts and pulled them off before leaning down to kiss him again. His cargo pants rubbed against your clit, still covered by your thin cotton underwear. Your breathing gained a voice, and you moaned into Pilot’s mouth. This seemed to spur him on further, and he bucked his hips up against you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he mumbled and moved down to kiss your neck. He mouthed at your skin, and his saliva cooled you down as the air hit it, sending shivers through your body. His mouth reached your neckline, and he pulled your top off, exposing your tits. He gawked at them before placing his tongue on one of your nipples. The taste of your sweat drove him wild, and he felt as if he’d explode.

Your eyes fluttered as he bit down on your sensitive skin, and you involuntarily rolled your hips against him. “You’re gonna have to get undressed; I feel exposed here,” you half-joked. 

He proved to be a man of action. He sat up straight and tore his t-shirt off and started unzipping his pants. “You’re very obedient,” you teased, making him blush. “As long as it gets me where I want,” he responded and pressed his clothed cock against your clit. He smiled boyishly as your eyes closed in pleasure. 

You moved your underwear to the side. Shame had left you long ago, and all that remained was desperation. Your wetness left a damp spot on Pilot’s underwear as you rolled against him. You almost forgot he was there, as if you were humping a pillow or your hand.

Pilot broke your trance by pulling his underwear down enough to free his cock. It slapped against his pale stomach, dripping precum. Your hips lowered back down, and you covered his shaft with your juices. It slid between your folds, and with each roll, it threatened to slip inside you.

“Don’t be mean,” Pilot whined. “I gave you a free sample, didn’t I?” You smiled at his desperation. It was sweet. You lined him up before sinking down on him. Pilot dug his nails into your skin as he tried his best to gather himself. “Jesus,” he huffed when you had taken him all in. It bordered on being painful, but the overwhelming pleasure cancelled it out. 

“All good?” he checked in. He was a nice guy for being a white trash California dealer. “Just big,” you chuckled, immediately cringing at your choice of words. Though, Pilot didn’t seem to mind. Instead he looked grossly proud.

You started slow, rising before slowly sinking down on him, upping your pace as you went. But your strength wasn’t reliable, and your body quickly turned into a useless lump of jello.

“Can I?” Pilot asked, wanting to take control. You nodded, ashamed of your incompetence. But you quickly forgot about it as he rolled you over on your back. He stood on one level and perched the other on the couch. He placed his hand on your lower belly and pushed himself back in. He shuddered at your grip around him before thrusting again.

The sight from your point of view couldn’t have been better. Pilot's silver chain dangled from his neck, and his baby hairs stuck against his forehead. His brows were knitted together as he concentrated on not instantly cumming. He wasn't going to be a one-minute man.

What were the effects from the joint blurred and Pilot couldn’t tell if he might have gotten high off you too. The room filled with moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your legs wrapped around Pilot’s back in an attempt to make him hit deeper. Your mind was a cloudy mess, and if you were to take a look inside, it’d probably look the same as the room did.

Pilot pulled out before he came. He twisted his hand around the head of his cock a few times before cumming on your belly. He hunched forward as he did, and unintelligible curse words fell from his lips. He didn’t waste any time before running his fingers over his cum and placing his wet digits on your clit, rubbing circles against you.

You writhed and trembled beneath him, grateful he cared enough to make you cum too but much too out of it to tell him. Your hips moved against his diligent hand, and whimpers slipped out of you with each breath.

Your legs shook as you came, your whole body tensing before falling through the earth. Poor Pilot didn’t have a single thought in his head and licked a stripe up your cum-covered skin and kissed you deeply, pushing it into your mouth. You accepted and swallowed.

He got you a glass of water from the kitchen. “Will you buy any then?” he asked as he plopped down beside you. “I’d much rather come back for another sample,” you said with a smile and nudged his side, “deal?”

“Deal.”