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โฎ hi, iโm grace, and my requests are open! you can find my c.ai bot masterlist here, my evan masterlist here, and my jake masterlist here
โฎ writing for jake gyllenhaal + evan peters, i have a crazy mental/writing block rn though ๐ฎโ๐จ
โฎ letโs be friends! feel free to pm me or chat in my ask box! my ears are open!
note: my name is actually grace, iโm not trying to be grace bertrand ๐
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โฎ it would be helpful to specify the reader and character's relationship! (friends, enemies, crushing, dating, etc)
โฎ simple requests are great, but idea requests are welcome! (idea request ex: (character) with fem reader where they're best friends, but (character) stays up making her a gift so he can confess)
โฎ i will do part twos if requested!
โฎ i most likely won't be doing character x character
โฎ i try not to write descriptions of reader (ex: she tied back her long hair) but for headcanons, its okay to request! (ex: reader with dimples, reader with curly hair)
โฎ i will write mostly anything! that includes fluff, smut, angst, comfort, etc!
โฎ summary: after peter finishesโฆ well, you know, he canโt stop himself from coming to see you. as if heโs not clingy enough, he canโt help but be all over you. at least heโs (trying) to sit still for once
โฎ notes: man idk i just feel like peter is all clingy and touchy after he nuts
peterโs mind had been on you all day, trapped on the image of your hand wrapped around his cock. of course, that wasnโt 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. heโd 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 didnโt 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 heโs heading out with a quick shout. heโs 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.
โhey, peter,โ 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. โitโs not peter, itโs a scary murderer and iโm here to kill you,โ he says, making a stabbing motion behind your head. โoh no,โ 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. โnot happy to see me?โ 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. โiโm studying,โ you respond, eyes locked on your notes. his mouth is back on your neck immediately, despite you having just pushed him away.
โcome on, babe, letโs hang out, you can study later, yeah?โ 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. โwhy are you so adamant on hanging out specifically right now,โ you groan, allowing him to lead you to your bed. โno reason.โ
pushing you down onto your unmade bed, he jumps, landing beside you. โhey, hot stuff,โ he grins, posing with his face resting in the palm of his hand. โhey, dipshit,โ you say in an overly-lovey tone, sarcasm evident in your dramatic smile. โyou love me,โ he laughs, pulling you into his arms, ruffling your hair. โsometimes,โ 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.
โmm, missed you,โ he hums, taking a deep breath. you grin, playing with his hair. โi missed you, too.โ he kisses your shoulder multiple times, moving up your neck and jaw. โi love you,โ he continues, his lips lingering on your cheek. โi love you, too,โ 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. โdonโt fall asleep,โ you tell him, trying to get a look at his face. โiโm not asleep,โ he grunts, though it was clear he was about to be.
if youโre still taking requests, i loved your pilot fanfic its the best one ive read on here, barely anyone writes for him unfortunately ๐
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 arenโt 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! ๐๐๐
OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCHHH ๐๐ yall really motivate me to get back into it every time, writing this down so i can get this up for you ml
hi everyone ((: iโm back after a long time, but iโve been very passionate about me art and i was hoping you all could go support my tiktok ๐ฉท๐ฉท (@ pinkvamppp) because iโd really like to have a small community over there to share my art with
OMG Grace youโre back!! I see that youโre doing well now and Iโm 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. heโs a literal babygirl like bless his heart ๐ญ๐๐๐ (also uhhh not that anyone cares but fun fact- my name on c.ai is called Donnie becuz of him cough cough)
Iโm not a Jake stan-stan but heโs PHEW sooo fine itโs criminal. Glad to see a fellow Evan and Jake appreciator up here tho fr ๐คญ
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 iโll finally post from my drafts but ill be active today so maybe something will get put up ๐ฎโ๐จ 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, letโs kiss because OH MY GODDDD
but now iโm 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
๐ summary: itโs summer in vegas; what better way to spend your day than on your boyfriends dick??? (there is no better way to spend your day)๏ฟผ
๐ warnings: SMUT!!! heโs so delicious, piv, unprotected, dirty talk, mention of drugs, like, once, but theyโre not taken by either, creampie, not proofread
๐ notes: pilot makes me weak in the knees, heโs 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 ladyโs 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 wasnโt very pleasant, but it was better than nothing. Pilot was going to go insane if he didnโt find something to do. Well, he did have one thing.
Picking up his cell off of the bedside table, heโs quick to dial his girlfriendโs 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. โHello?โ You sounded absolutely miserable, your voice raspy and your tone annoyed. โThis is officer Damon, Iโm calling to let you know that you are under arrest,โ he says, deepening his voice, snickering to himself as if he were the funniest man in the world. โHi, Pilot,โ you responds, completely unamused. He snorts, rolling his eyes at your attitude.
โI miss you,โ 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 wasnโt doing much to begin with. โI miss you, too,โ your answer being sweeter than it had been previously. He bites the inside of his cheek, scratching his chin lazily. โYou wanna come over?โ 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 didnโt care. โYeah, sure.โ
It wasnโt long before the sound of your car door slamming caught his attention, though he doesnโt bother to get up. Like he expected, you stepped into his room only a minute later. โYou should lock your door. Donโt you have drugs in here? You could get robbed,โ you hum, dropping a bag on the floor before dropping down on the bed next to him. โItโs unlocked because I knew you were coming over,โ he lies, giving a cheesy smile as he puts a hand on your thigh. โHow are you not sweating,โ he follows up, quirking a brow. With a shrug of your shoulders, you put your hand over his. โIce bath.โ He scoffs at your answer, his eyes returning to the ceiling. โWell, itโs gonna get hot in here, might wanna take these off,โ he teases, tugging at the hem of your shorts.
โOh, convenient for you, huh,โ you snort, smacking his hand. Pilot lets out a soft chuckle, reaching for his tank top. โJust a suggestion,โ he shrugs, tugging off the sweaty top. You roll your eyes at him, lying down next to him. โYeah, thanks.โ A relaxing silence takes over Pilotโs room, his fingers tapping against your thigh. โYou wanna get naked,โ 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. โYouโre awful,โ you say, shaking your head. โAwful for appreciating how beautiful my girlfriend is?โ
With another roll of your eyes, you look away. โYouโre just a pussy addict,โ you say, which he doesnโt deny. He lets out a little hum, placing his hands on his stomach. โYou donโt wanna bang?โ He grins, pinching your nose shut, only with the purpose of being annoying. Swatting his hand away, you frown, brows furrowed. โI didnโt say that.โ He squints at you, puckering his lips. โYou look like an idiot,โ you laugh, pushing his face away. โYou wanna sex me up. Thatโs disgusting, Y/n, please control yourself,โ he jokes, managing to keep a rather straight face. โSo are we having sex or not?โ You asks, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.
It wasnโt 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. โFuck, baby, youโre just so pretty, gonna make you cum so hard youโll forget the heat,โ 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. โChrist, Pilot,โ 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. โLook how desperate you are, canโt even suck my cock, you just gotta have it in that pussy,โ he groans, nearly cumming just at the sight of how wet you were. โWanna act so tough all the time. Fuck, Iโll let you do all the work for once, you wanna that,โ he asks, stroking himself before pulling you down onto his cock, hardly giving you time to breathe. โFuck, Pilot, oh my god,โ you whine, nose pushed into the crook of his neck. โShit, youโre so fucking sexy. You gonna move, or what,โ 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.
โFuck, fuck, fuck, if you donโt move Iโm gonna go crazy,โ 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. โPilot, holy shit,โ you huff, picking up your speed and aggression. โFuck, Y/n, so fucking pretty on top of my cock. Might have to do this all the time,โ 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. โI love you, holy shit,โ you moan, nails digging into his shoulders. He throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. โGod, Inlove you so fucking much. Cum on my cock, baby, holy,โ 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. โShit,โ 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. โYouโre fucking gorgeous, you were so good. Damn,โ 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. โIโm still hot. Wanna go again and see if the earth freezes over,โ Pilot says, looking down at you with an amused expression. โShut the fuck up,โ you laughs, rubbing your eyes. โHey, you never know until you try. We gotta start working on rebuilding the population, you know. Anyone whoโs outside is gonna get hypothermia,โ he notes, almost sounding serious as he lays down next to you, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. โYouโre awful,โ you shake your head, taking the same hand to cover his mouth. โThatโs 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,โ he continues, only trying to egg on your annoyance. With a quiet laugh, you smack the top of his head. โYouโre so gross.โ He grins, looking back up at the ceiling. โIโm pretty sure you said that, too.โ
๐ summary: donnie asks you on a date, (to his room) and, of course, you canโt resist those eyes
๐ warnings: pointless fluff + brief smut because i love him, donnie being too cute, maybe too long + not proofread (aged up, obviously, letโs say seniors in hs) not proofread oops
๐ notes: iโm obsessed with him can somebody talk with me about this subject matter
Donnie, while not shy, wasnโt the most courageous boy out there. At least, when it came to you. His brain stopped working when you were near and heโd 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. Heโd 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, heโd pocket the paper and take it home.
The teacher loved your little โbudding relationshipโ 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 didnโt care. As long as he kept you hooked on him, heโd 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 couldnโt just wait around forever. Youโd 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 didnโt believe you fit in with those girls. They were loud, obnoxious and soโฆ plastic. You were real. They didnโt deserve you, but Donnie definitely did. At least that was what he believed.
โY/n,โ he interrupts, ignoring the girl who heโd 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 couldnโt 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. โDo you wanna eat lunch with me?โ 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. โOkay,โ you said, your voice so calm. Immediately your friendโs laughter stops, the snobby girls looking on in disbelief. There wasnโt 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 didnโt 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. โI hate them, Iโm sorry. Theyโre just brats. They werenโt laughing at you, they were laughing at me,โ you tell Donnie, sitting across from him at an empty table. Donnie furrows his brows, watching you pick at your lunch. โWhy would they laugh at you,โ he snorts, his eyes trailing back to the girls who were staring right back, poking each other and whispering. โI talk about you a lot,โ you say vaguely.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Donnie decided he couldnโt take it anymore. If he didnโt ask what had been driving him crazy for so long, heโd never be able to sleep at night. โDo you wanna go with me? Like, do you wanna, like, I donโt know. Never mind, shut up. Not you, me,โ 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. โYeah, I wanna go with you.โ Donnie nodded in response, biting his lip. โI like you,โ he says, eyes flickering all over your face. โI know,โ you snort.
โWill you come over after school? We can just hang out, or I can read you this book, itโsโฆ I think youโd like it,โ he blurts, his heart pounding. He could hardly process everything happening right now, his mind going haywire. โYeah, okay, thatโd be cool,โ you nod, leg bouncing under the table. โOkay. Cool,โ Donnie sighs. The rest of lunch wasnโt 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.
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As the two of you stepped into his bedroom, successfully having gotten passed his motherโs questions and his fathers jokes, you dropped your book bag on the floor. โYou can sit on the bed, Iโm gonna grab that book,โ 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. โWhat are you doing,โ you ask, putting your hand on his elbow. โIโm not doing anything,โ he says, looking down at you as he bites back his smile. After a moment of silence, he looks down at your lips. โYou know, youโre my first girl,โ he says, his voice quiet. โOh, so Iโm your girl?โ You rest your head on his shoulder, Donnie giggling. You loved his laugh. It was so airy and silly. โI meannn,โ he trails off, looking away for a moment.
โI think I like being your girl,โ you hum, raising a brow. โThat makes one of us,โ he jokes, causing the both of you to laugh. Then, again, there was silence. He slowly moved down, his lips dangerously close to yours. โDonnie,โ you snort, grabbing his face and pushing him away. He gently pulls your hand away, sticking out his bottom lip in a dramatic pout. โWhat?โ You think for a moment, giving a shrug. โI dunno.โ He scans your face for a moment, brows furrowing. โSorry, I shouldnโt have tried anything. Iโm not expecting anything from you, I just, I was thinkingโฆ I donโt know, I thought maybe you wanted to kiss me, so,โ she begins, only to be cut off by your lips on his.
It didnโt 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 heโs all over you. โI really didnโt plan this or anything, I swear. I really like you,โ he rambles on, sliding his fingers under the white fabric of your bra, his inexperienced fingers playing with your nipple. โStop talking,โ you say softly, hand fiddling with the button on his pants. โGotcha,โ he mumbles, reconnecting your lips until your hand meets his hard cock, covered by his boxers. โIโve imagined this before, actually not to long ago, but this is better,โ 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. โDonnie, youโre really cute, but shut up.โ
He nods, grunting at the feeling of your fingers grazing the skin of his stomach. โSorry. Youโre so pretty, canโt help it,โ he huffs, pushing his nose into your hair. He pushes your hand away, pulling his dick out of his boxers, because he just couldnโt wait any longer. โYou donโt have to do anything, I-โ Heโs cut off with a moan as your head ducks down to take him into your mouth, tongue flat against the head of his cock. โOh, shit, youโre gonna make me cum,โ 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 heโs looking at you as you swallow, pulling away to let him take a moment. โYou never had your dick sucked?โ 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. โI think I just came into next year,โ he breathes, hands finding your tits again. โYouโre so romantic,โ you say sarcastically, Donnie giving you a dopey smile. โWhat, you didnโt like it?โ He moves his lips to your neck, testing the waters. โNo, I liked it.โ
โYou wanna do it again?โ
๐ heโs such a virgin, idc, heโd 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 whyโd i stay up so late writing smut about this man
