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elise. 23. nsfw. jake gyllenhaal is not allowed to cut his hair without my explicit permission, which he will never have.

[gyllenwrites]

are you doing okay? just checking in cause jake cut his hair recently 💔💔💔💔

i am living in denial, my sweet anon friend. drafting up our divorce papers now 💔

[gyllenwrites]

Phone sex w jake?

....i feel like phone sex with jake is something sacred 

have y’all heard that man talk? that one clip from colbert where he says “hey princess?” yeah, imagine that picking up the phone

literally just asking him to stop at the store and pick up some milk on his way home would be like phone sex if you ask me

but in all seriousness, phone sex is definitely a thing with jake when he’s away from you

texting is risky business — he’s definitely accidentally sent someone texts meant for you before and you just have to hold back from teasing him endlessly about it or else he’s gonna make you pay for it, and something tells me he’s the type to just use the diction feature anyways because he can’t get the text on his phone big enough

besides, he prefers to hear your voice when he’s asking how your day’s been, or when he’s telling you about his day

definitely likes hearing the way your breath snags in your throat when he takes the conversation from innocent to something a little more ~suggestive~ and knowing he’s getting under your skin

“fuck, pretty girl,” he’d say as he stretches out on the hotel bed, phone loosely tucked between the pillow and his cheek as he rests one hand behind his head and the other adjusting his pants. “i miss you.”

“miss you, too,” you’d say with a quiet sigh. “just not the same without you here.”

“oh yeah? what’s different?”

and you can absolutely hear the smirk through the phone

and he’s not the type to let you get away with a quiet “you know”

he spares no detail and he expects the same outta you

“you been trying to get yourself off without me there?”

you just nod, even though he can’t see it. “it’s not the same,” you’d admit. “my fingers, toys...not like the real thing.”

and you can hear the slight adjustment he makes on the bed, the rustling on the sheets. “tell me, sweetheart,” he encourages in a low, honeyed voice, and you have no choice but to comply because fuck, that voice is enough to send a stroke of heat right down to your core and get you wet. “tell me what you do when i’m not there to take care of you.”

you close your eyes and let one of your hands snake south, teasing at your entrance. “touch myself,” you start, taking a deep breath. “rub at my clit before i push in a few fingers, imagining that it’s you. that it’s your fingers playing with my pussy, your hand inside me, your cock thrusting in and out of me. you take such good care of me, baby. just tryna live up to it.”

you hear the quiet groan from the other end of the phone and you clench your thighs together to tighten their grip on your hand where you’re already shallowly dipping your fingers inside of you, thumb nudging along your clit. 

“are you already fingering that pretty pussy of mine?” you reply with a quiet uh-huh and he laughs. “’course you are. so fuckin’ needy.”

“you wanna know what i’m gonna do to you when i get home?” jake prompts, and the rasp in his voice drives a whimper out of your throat, letting your imagination take you somewhere else entirely. your fingers venture a little deeper inside you. “i asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“yes,” you breathe out. “yes, i wanna know what you’ll do.”

“gonna spread you out on our bed,” he begins, and you have to adjust your phone onto the bed beside you so you’ve got both hands accessible. “and i’m gonna bury my head in between your thighs and leave hickeys all up the inside of ‘em so you know i was there, so you know who you belong to. and when i finally get up to that pussy, i’m sure a desperate little slut like you will already be dripping, won’t you?”

you’re already lost in his voice, letting his words fill your mind as your fingers try to compensate that a response comes easy (after you remember how to breathe, of course, your breath lodged in your throat from the moans and whimpers that you’re already drawing). “i’m always wet for you, daddy.”

jake laughs, a rough and gravelly noise, and you let your head fall back into the pillow. “’course you are, you’re my good girl. and i’ll make sure you get what you need  — i’ll eat your pussy out until you’re about to cry, begging me to let you come. i’ll let you ride my face, make a whole fuckin’ mess over my mouth and nose so that all i’ve gotta do is breathe and it’ll be like being back in that sweet pussy. you’d like that, huh? c’mon, baby girl, lemme hear you.”

it doesn’t take much; his voice and the imagery he paints inside your mind paired with the sensation of your fingers moving inside you is more than enough to draw out the moans from inside your throat. you don’t bother holding back, either, because there’s no one home to hear you and it’s gotta get across the country somehow. jake keeps on going: “and then once you come, i’m gonna put you on your knees and hold your hair back so you can take care of daddy the same way he took care of you.”

“yes, daddy, i want your cock in my mouth,” you whine, thrusting your fingers with a little more vigor while your other hand drags up your stomach and above your breast to tease at your nipples. “wanna suck your cock until i choke, gonna trace the head with my tongue before i swallow it, take as much of you as i can so you can fuck my mouth until you’re ready to come.”

“gonna let me come down your throat?”

“yes, please come in my mouth.”

“and once i come, gonna have you open that pretty mouth of yours before you swallow so you can show me the mess i left there for you to take care of. you’ll be a good girl, won’t you, sweetheart? swallow all my come?”

“of course, daddy,” you breathe out.

your orgasm is starting to grow in the pit of your belly, the harder you finger yourself to the sound of his words; he drives you so fucking insane and it’s so perfect, the way that even when he isn’t here he knows just what you need

“then i’m gonna flip you over and pull that ass up in the air and slip right into your pussy, all wet and needy for me. gonna fuck you without any kind of mercy, baby, make you take every inch, but you can do it, can’t you? you take it so good, so warm and tight and wet and it’s all for me. gonna destroy my pussy.”

“please,” you whimper. “please wreck my little pussy.”

“oh, i will. you know i will. i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk the next day, gonna have my cock working in and out of that cunt and getting sucked back in because how tight you are. i’ll fuck you hard and fast and deep, maybe play with that pretty clit of yours. is that what you’re doing now, baby? are you playing with your clit?”

“mhm,” you agree as you add in another finger, letting your other hand solely dedicate its efforts to rubbing your clit in tight circles the way that he does, trying to replicate his rhythms

“fuck. the way you tighten up around me when i do that is exquisite, like you’re gonna milk me for all i’m worth. that sound good? i’ll come in you, let that cunt suck me dry and paint the mouth of those sweet pussy lips before i put my cock back in. and i’ll keep fucking you, fuck all my come in there so that it’s still there long after we finish, that you don’t start dripping me down your thighs until the next day when you get up and start walking around the house.”

his words are striking every nerve in your body and you feel your orgasm begin to heighten, losing track of the thoughts as you succumb to the feelings, and the lack of coherence in your responses (which, really, have devolved into nothing but breathy moans and gasps and whines) as you bite your lip so hard you can taste blood

and he must sense you’re close — or maybe it’s because he’s close himself, because he says, “c’mon, honey, i know you’re close, want you come for me, come for daddy—“

and you’d lose sound of his voice as your heart starts beating in your ears, your orgasm springing loose and unwinding you, and you think you can faintly hear him groaning and grunting and god, he gets off just hearing your reaction to pleasing yourself and it’s so hot, so fucking hot

and he’d just laugh, a rush of breath as he exhaled, saying something like “goddamn, pretty girl; if that’s what it’s like when we’re apart, can’t wait ‘til we’re together.” 

in conclusion jake gyllenhaal pls dm me with ur digits xx

[gyllenwrites]

Hey how are you doing? How was your holiday? :)

hey hey shades ! i’m doing alright, ty for asking ; this break was definitely one i needed and i’m super thankful i’ve still got a week before i’ve got to head back into reality, lmao. been a tough tough few months on this end, but we’re surviving ! my holiday was rlly good, though, i got to go visit one of my best friends last week and just spent christmas all lowkey and with my fam ( we all live together, lol ). spent some time with some puppies, got a weighted blanket and a new tv to binge disney+ shows for children on, so there’s been nothing to complain about here ! nice n chill, which is what this year has literally warranted, lmao. feel free to drop back in and let me know how ur holiday was, angel !

[gyllenwrites]

I'm on a harry potter kick, so I'm curious what you think: what house would Jake be in?

this is a tough question, honestly, because i feel like mr. gyllenhaal could comfortably fit in more than one house? part of me wants to put him in ravenclaw because he does have a bit of the whole luna thing going on where some of the shit that leaves his mouth is absolutely absurd but he’s highly intelligent, especially in an unconventional sense, and then the other part of me wants to slap him into hufflepuff because he’s so family oriented and a gigantic marshmallow. also, selfishly i wanna put him in slytherin bc hello sir? pls be in the same house as me? nah, but in all honesty, i think the sorting hat would have gone back and forth with ravenclaw and hufflepuff the way i currently am, just considering how high he ranks constantly pushing himself and his loyalty to the people he loves. i think hufflepuff would probably come out as the result, but that’s also a lil jarring bc someone that chaotic in hufflepuff? hogwarts would burn to the ground 

[gyllenwrites]

Just wanted to say I really like your blurbs! I hope you're doing well :D

ahh, thank you so much, sunshine ! i’m happy that you enjoy ‘em, i always have a blast sitting down and writing them. i’m just out here trying to survive life, but i feel like sometimes even if we’re just in survival mode and that’s the best we can do, then hey, good for us ! i hope you’re doing wonderfully, and if not, i hope you can keep finding the positive in every day. x

[gyllenwrites]

well well, merry belated christmas to all of u and happy holidays ! sorry it’s been a hot second — it might be the most wonderful time of the year but it’s also the most hectic, if ‘ya know what i mean. that being said, i’ll be on for the rest of the night answering some asks, posting some drafts, all that good stuff. feel free to drop by and say hi or request some things or gimme your thoughts on evermore ! i’d love to hear how everyone’s doing. 

[only1-deactivated20210531]

Break up with your girlfriend, yuh yuh, ‘cause I’m bored

[stuart-townsend]

Jake Gyllenhaal as Louis Bloom in Nightcrawler (2014) dir. Dan Gilroy

[gyllenwrites]

hi there my loves ! hope everyone’s had an awesome week / weekend — work owns my ass and the upcoming holidays own my mind, but you guys own my heart *cue your slightly cringe, slightly flattered reactions* so feel free to drop through the inbox ! i’ll be tending to all the stuff currently there as quick as i can, but y’know... headcanons, imagines, just general invitations to chat about life... they’re all welcome...... 

[rylandgraces]

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[gyllenwrites]

What would jake be like playing among us 💀

jake??? playing among us???? okay let’s start with my belief that again, the man is technologically challenged, only games you find on his phone are like, words with friends?? literally probably got into angry birds in like 2016 and was like “omg they made a game inspired by that movie!!!” so he has no idea what the hell is going on the first time you set him onto it, just thinks it’s a cute space version of animal crossing or some shit and then when someone dies and there’s an emergency meeting you hear him yelling from the other room “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GAME???? I DID NOT REALIZE I WAS PLAYING SPACE CLUE”

he probably always wants to be the imposter (bc he is a crazed racoon love u hubs) and is a lil sulky whenever he isn’t? “babe, i’d be so good at that. i’m an actor. i get paid millions of dollars to be an imposter, this was made for me.” i can totally see him lowkey yelling at the screen because he swears up and down he knows who the imposter is and no one else shares that same, sacred (and his believed correct) opinion. he’s victorious when he’s right and when he’s wrong he literally just has to get up and walk away to collect himself

in conclusion: jake playing video games is a sight i’d pay to see

[gyllenwrites]

I've kinda had this thought in my mind for a while fjdjjsj, but could you write about the reader being a Taylor swift fan but they kinda feel like they should keep on the down low and then jake finding out about it and how that might play out O_O

this is the absolute fucking STORY OF MY LIFE???? like i spend most days thinking goddamn, the things i’d let jake gyllenhaal do to me and then i play one of my all-time favorite albums ever, red, and taylor’s lyricism is a nice warning and entryway back into reality dshdfskd

you’d definitely keep the extent of how much you like her to yourself — i mean, c’mon, life is too short to not like taylor swift (or, at the very least, avoid her discography and act like it’s all bad)

you wouldn’t bring her up because bringing up the exes is a no-no and it’s always interesting terrain whenever you’re in the car or the grocery store and a taylor song comes on the radio

i feel like jake isn’t the type to harbor ill will towards someone he literally hasn’t spoken to in ages so he doesn’t really have any kind of reaction when blank space or shake it off plays on the radio

he’ll catch you humming or singing under your breath and just smile because he thinks it’s cute

it’s not like you’re outright crying in the car to all too well at top volume with him next to you

but maybe you’re the type who doesn’t just have the casual admiration for a tswift song here and there, maybe her fearless and speak now albums were the records that got you through your first major heartbreak in school and were the soundtrack to you crying in your room, so you’ve got pretty strong memories attached to her and her music and it’s hard not to hold a soft spot in your heart for it

even if your boyfriend has quite the stacked history with her

maybe you’re just minding your own business reading one day in the living room while jake’s sitting on the couch working, your music playing on shuffle out loud

and it really does slip your mind that you own her entire discography and maybe, just maybe you should’ve picked a different playlist until you hear those fateful notes of i almost do

and it’s weird territory because do you acknowledge the thing and therefore make it into a thing? do you pretend it’s nothing and potentially forego his feelings?

so you just casually look up from your book for a split second to get a gauge on his reaction

and in true jake gyllenhaal form, he literally has not noticed a single fucking thing, still totally engrossed in his computer

it probably doesn’t even register to him until about three songs after the fact, once he’s gotten up to go get something out of the kitchen and he stops to kiss the top of your head

and he just shrugs and says “they’re good songs. i was a fuckin’ moron back then. shouldn’t surprise ‘ya, angel.”

and it’s true: you do know the extents of how dumb he is

you’d take that as your moment to ask if it makes him uncomfortable, you listening to music that’s blatantly about him or even just listening to her at all, and he’d probably just shrug nonchalantly

“that was so long ago,” he’d say casually, running a hand back through his hair. “she and i are both probably totally different people now; i know i am. and she seems happy, i’m happy, so it doesn’t bother me if you wanna listen to her music. she’s good at what she does.” 

and then he’d pause and add, “now, we are gonna have a problem if you start asking me where her scarf is, ‘cause that shit’s old”

but he’d smile a very real, reassuring smile that lets you know it’s okay and you’re not accidentally crossing a line and that he’s glad you care enough to spare his feelings, but he has no feelings about it and wouldn’t want you to not indulge in something that makes you happy for his sake, especially when it has no real hold on him

because besides, he’s not still pining over what could’ve been and trying to find a way to turn back the time and show up at her 21st birthday party to make it right

he’s got you and that’s what matters 

i literally don’t think jake would care at all if you were a taylor swift fan because jake doesn’t strike me as the petty type, especially over something/someone that hasn’t even been in his life in 8 years

to be honest, most days he probably doesn’t remember that according to the media, the two of them are supposed to be something like mortal enemies after their “bad breakup” 

and if you caught him at the right moment, you could probably rope him into dancing with you to one of her songs or catch him singing along to shake it off

because let’s not even PRETEND like ramona and gloria haven’t given him endless shit and put him through his paces as being the biggest taylor swift fans of all time, so really, he can handle your love for her with no problems

[gyllenwrites]

What would jake be like sexting?

let’s explore this, shall we?

on one hand, i feel like jake is a bit of an Old Man when it comes to technology and so his texts are like All perfect grammar! and super basic

but that’s where he really gets you

because when he out-of-the-blue initiates sexting, it comes across as a perfectly normal message, it’s all in the subtlety 

MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — What are you wearing tonight? MESSAGE TO: JAKE — i don’t know, maybe just a dress?   MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Wrong answer, sweetheart. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Let’s try this again: what’s a little slut like you wearing to dinner tonight?

and then once you know, oh god

i imagine sometimes he gets really swept up in writing out what he wants to do to you and it’s like when did you have the time to type out the next great american erotica novel and can you give me a minute to get somewhere private before i answer these because i am Hot Under the Collar

MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — I’ve only got to finish up one more thing at work. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — And when I do, I’m coming straight home, and you’d better be on all fours on the bed waiting for me when I do. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — And I’m gonna wreck that little pussy of yours. You’re not gonna be able to get out of bed for the next few days and the only thing you’re gonna have to do to entertain yourself is suck Daddy off. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — That what you want, princess? Want me to come home and tear that pussy up? MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Gonna ruin your pussy and then your mouth, baby. Gonna make you swallow my cock like a good little girl until I come, paint that pretty face and those tits like a good little slut

and then other times, he’s literally just a f**kb*y

MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Fuck, I’m horny. Send me a picture of your tits.

he isn’t the type to send unsolicited dick pics though, you gotta ask for those

and once you start trading nudes, well, that’s when the fun starts

MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Goddamn, baby, look how hard you’ve got me. MESSAGE TO: JAKE — fuck  MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — You mean what I’m gonna do to you later? You know it. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — How are you gonna take care of this? MESSAGE TO: JAKE — i’ll get down on my knees and start slow, running my mouth and tongue over that girth and sucking on your balls before i take you in my mouth. don’t know that i’ll be able to get it all in, daddy, you’re too big. you’ll have to hold my head as you fuck my throat so i can get it down MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — You know I’ll help you out, sweetheart. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Gonna get my cock all wet? MESSAGE TO: JAKE — have to, daddy, otherwise you’re not gonna fit inside my pussy. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Fuck, baby. MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Wanna see you wedge my cock inside that pretty pussy of yours and fuck yourself on it until you come MESSAGE TO: JAKE — i’ll ride you until i’m coming all over that beautiful cock, and i’ll keep going until you’re ready to come MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — Where do you want it? MESSAGE TO: JAKE — anywhere you want it, daddy. on my tits, on my pussy, across my mouth, inside me, wherever you want.   MESSAGE FROM: JAKE — That was a trick question, honey, you know I’m coming so deep inside that pussy it’s not even gonna leak out. 

i feel like sexting with jake is really only reserved for when he’s at work / unable to get away from people? to me, he pegs me as more of the phone sex type, calling you up while he’s stretched out on his bed at home or in a hotel with a hand down his pants, lazily jerking himself off and asking you if your fingers measure up to his cock when they’re inside your pussy  

[gyllenwrites]

happy saturday babies ! i’m currently playing roulette with like, the last decade of my life (this is what happens when you late-night swipe on the dating apps, lmao) — while i indulge in my probable mistakes, feel free to come bother me in the inbox ! requests, headcanons, conversations about whatever’s on your mind...i’m spending the rest of my saturday up to my nose in a blanket so i’m all yours (and mr. gyllenhaal’s)

[henycavil]

Really, contrary to popular belief, I like to have a good time and not take myself too seriously.

[loseyoutoloveme]

PLASTIC HEARTS –– NOVEMBER 27, 2020

“Writing a song like ‘Never Be Me,’ it’s a sacrifice and it’s a choice that I commit to because some of the songs I write––I am not ignorant to the pain that they can cause to the subjects, and a lot of the time, have to choose, again, is it worth it for me to release this, you know? And I mean release it not to everyone else, but to me. To allow this thought or this feeling to come out, cause it’s giving it power. Like my dad says, you write it down, you speak it, you give it power. It’s real now. It’s something more than the thoughts in your head.“

[gyllenwrites]

what are ur limits to writing certain stuff? i know some ppl feel uncomfortable writing about certain topics like dark stuff or too much angst or whatever.

hi there sweet anon ! that’s awful kind of you to check in — i knew there was something i hadn’t done, lmao, at some point i’ll get a more cohesive list of things that are hard passes for me. for the time being though, the short version: i’m not really uncomfortable when it comes to angst, i personally am a slut for angst? love that shit. made my brand off of it elsewhere in my writing ~endeavors~. what constitutes as dark stuff is subjective, of course, and i do have my limits; i won’t write for topics that are super triggering or sensitive across the board, but i’m pretty chill as far as if i feel a request is a little too extreme or i’m not comfortable writing it, i’ll just pass on it and keep rolling. as far as sexual content goes, i don’t really do the whole dub/non-con thing, bathroom play, blood or excessive/extreme pain play. 

not the most concise or clear answer, but i hope that helps ‘ya out a little ! if there’s something specific you have in mind, you can always ask. promise i don’t bite !