#pilot kelson

[ofwgktabuttlicker]

I WANNA FUCK JAKE GYLLENHAAL!!!!!!!!!!

[franksaidso]

sometimes when im bored i dip my 2 year old son in tar and he scream loud as fuuuckk

[lscallop]

— jake gyllenhaal as pilot kelson in "highway" (2002) icons !

[goldscheme]

[revolted-nycto]

woahhh nothing to see here just a collection of gyllenboys who most definitely do not whimper

[jakegyllenhaalteethsucker]

Orange slices ࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆

pilot kelson x GN!reader ˖ ܁♬⋆.˚𝄞

summary: it’s a lazy pleasant day, spent with your boyfriend on your porch

warnings: mentions of weed, smoking, biting, kissing, scar mention, teeth sucking, suggestive, slight cussing

authors note: finally wrote this😳😳 im actually really proud of it! it’s really cute to me😊😊 yay omg ok I hope it’s not too ooc and not too self inserty,,, I didn’t rewatch the movie beforehand so. Gulp

you sat upon the drooping steps of your rickety porch that was built poorly upon your trailer. The makeshift awning somewhat covering you from the warm and blinding ray that the sun provided, a gentle breeze blowing through, make your wind chimes well known.

looking to the source of the sound, you had a plethora of wind chimes, some store bought, some home made, and some were very special.

a cheap butterfly, a big dent in its body, one of the chimes had been torn, and replaced with beer caps, rings and pieces of glass.

an old dry blunt lay curled in one of its antennas, it swung along with the wind, making a harmonious melody with all the others.

it was maybe one of the tackiest ones, but it was your favorite.

on you and pilots first date at some rundown diner, he couldn’t secure the perfect gift. He claimed it was going to woo you over.

that was before he found out he was broker than shit to get you the extravagant bundle of flowers he was planning to suprise you with.

so a last minute trip at a practically abandoned antique shop, he presented a busted up butterfly wind chime. It was far from perfect, to anyone else, that was.

to you, it was more valuable than gold.

that crappy wind chime was the sole reason you had a uncountable now, littering your small yard wherever you could hang one.

you smiled at it, admiring how the sun glinted off the busted up metal.

you shifted your knees, looking down to your sneakers, littered with writing done by pilot, all kinds of scribbles and drawings, lyrics of songs you would remember even if you became a vegetable.

Mismatched laces with an assortment of beads ran on them, also not matching. you remember giving Pilot free reign of decorating your skinners, you smiled widely at the memory of when he discovered all your beads, how his eyes glimmered on certain colors and patterns, especially at the glittery ones.

your arms rested upon your knees, clad in your favorite jeans, embroidered butterflies on the back pockets.

your foot tapped rhythmically to an unheard melody in your head, your eyes following the way the leaves fluttered carelessly upon their branches.

broken away from your thoughts as your ears perked up to the sound of gravel crunching, your head swinging to the source of the sound, like a dog who knows when their owners home.

buzzing with excitement, you smiled wide at the sight of him, dressed as usually in that abrasively green visor, with that lazily grin upon his lips, even from afar.

you waited somewhat… patiently, as he trekked through the trailer park, tripping over a stray beer can left over from a rambunctious neighbor. you erupted with giggles as he played up his fall.

soon he came bounding towards you, practically trampling you and meshing you with th steps as he let his weight fall upon you. making you let out a guffaw and laugh more, hands shifting upon his body to try and push him off.

fingers curling tight into his thin button up that he layered with you shoved him off playfully, no real threat in your movements. stumbling back pilot smiled wide at you, shining brighter than the sun, which shone down on him as of currently, highlighting his gelled up hair, a green glow due to his visor upon his face.

both of you looked at eachother for a minute and giggled, a secret language only you two understood.

your head tilted up to look at him, squinting slightly from the bright sun, pilot let out another giggle before grabbing porch rail and sitting down clumsily, shaking the poorly made craft.

“easy! I can’t afford to fix this thing if you fuck up.” you chastised, your smile never leaving your face despite your words.

your eyes trailed over his face, flickering to his lips before turning your head. Watching two stray cats fight in the distance.

“I don’t want to ask my neighbor to help again, half the time building this was just spent ogling me.” you shivered at the thought.

“I could’ve helped you y’know..” he chimes in. Still grinning, knowing damn well if pilot helped you with building something it would’ve ended up looking like a side act at a carnival.

“yeah right, if you helped me this porch would’ve ended upside down somehow.” you teased.

before pilot could continue your worthless banter, the crinkle of a plastic bag he held caught your attention, arching a brow. seeing a collection of blunts shoved in there.

you watched as he grabbed one haphazardly and put it between his lips, glancing to you and grabbing another out of the messy bag, handing it to you.

you were never one for drugs, your whole life you swayed away from that sort of thing, it scared you how it could mess with people’s minds.

you weren’t big on anything else, but weed was one of the only things he did persuade you into, only for him.

You fitted it between your fingers, staring attentively at how he wrapped it, you hummed, wiggling it before hearing the click of his lighter, some crappy looney tunes one you got for him at a garage sale couple weeks back. leaning your hand over for a light, but he refused to light it like that. “Cmon put in-“ he mumbled, nodding towards your lips, making you raise a brow and grin, amused. “How romantic.” you hummed, placing it between your lips hesitantly, still nervous. Even with his presence.

he shifted closer, your knees touching now as he lit it, pretty blue eyes fixed on your lips. A light faded scar lay upon the middle of your lip, due to your habit of chewing your lip and pulling the skin roughly, he remembered how bad it bled that day, whenever you too kissed he made sure to run his tongue over it a few times.

he leaned away, finally. Roughly shoving the lighter in his pocket, setting the flimsy plastic bag aside. Your eyes meeting lazily , you took a deep inhale, before turning and blowing smoke away from him, eyes flickering all over his face.

He did the same.

Sitting like that for a while, knees touching. smoking quietly together in one another’s presence.

he was taking a lot more hits than you, you hummed watching him, before breaking the silence.

“You want something to eat? Can’t smoke weed all day.” You doubted that, you know you couldn’t, but knowing Pilot..

he nodded. “Whadya got?” Those big doe eyes fixated on you made you gulp thickly, looking down. “how about like oranges or something right now? maybe later we’ll have some sandwiches.” you looked back up, letting out a breath as your eyes met again. “Sound good?” He nodded, you handed him the blunt, leaping up nervously, shy of your own boyfriend, you laughed lightly at the thought as you opened your dingy screen door, disappearing for a few seconds.

you returned with two large oranges, sitting back down, handing it to him.

setting his blunt aside,

you watched as he practically tore into it with childlike excitement, digging his finger nails into the skin, peeling it away messily.

watching with curiosity, he messily shoved a slice into his mouth.

just as you were about to focus on your own orange, he bit down messily before the rest of the slice even got in his mouth, juice spilling everywhere.

Your pupils dilated as you saw it spill past his lips and down his chin.

Pilot didn’t seem too bothered, shoving a couple more into his mouth, more juice trickling down from his chin to his throat, slipping past his bobbing Adam’s apple.

You watched with intense interest, your breathing heavy. The weed slowly going in your system not helping. Your whole body buzzing with warmth.

Pilot chewed noisily before gulping, his eyes flickered to you.

You looked like a cat about to pounce, your had unconsciously digging hard into your jeans.

He let out a laugh at your state, his neck glistening with orange juice, a couple droplets resting upon his sun-kissed skin.

“Are you buggin?” He hummed, intrigued.

He lifted his hand to wipe it off but you reacted quickly, clutching his wrist and sitting closer, thighs meshing together.

“You could say that.” You mumbled out, your eyes finally going to his again.

“messy eater huh?” you shifted close against him, leaning into him, god he was so warm, it wasn’t helping your situation.

His eyes were hooded, a lazily grin on his lips, his had maneuvering to lock fingers with yours, usually you weren’t this bold. In Pilots mind introducing weed to you was better than bread and butter.

“you could say that…” he echoed you, smiling proudly.

the two of you pressed impossibly close, his hands trailing to your sides, squeezing your hips experimentally.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head to dodge his visor, before closing the small gap.

Your lips met, locking on one another, your hands traveling to his neck, one getting lost in his messy hair, the on his shoulder, pulling him closer, somehow..

his tongue lazily slid on your bottom lip, requiring entrance, which you happily obliged.

He let out a moan of approval, followed by a whimper from you.

His hands were warm, resting on the small of your back, resting teasingly under your tank-top.

Giggling into each others mouths, your tongues doing a careless dance together. Letting out a symphony sounds of enjoyment, you pulled away, immediately going down to his neck, licking up the column of it, savoring the taste of oranges.

He groaned, he pushed you closer instinctively. you pressed soft kisses up his throat, kissing stray moles and freckles that the sun granted.

You nipped a couple times, before working back up to his mouth, sighing as your lips met again.

your tongues traveled in his mouth, feeing his teeth, sucking softly on his canines, eliciting moans from him.

“god..fuck” he laughed giddily.

pulling away reluctantly, you stared at eachother for a long time.

your hooded eyes looked down to his hard-on and smiled, teasingly palm him, watching his face scrunch up before the two of you laughed again.

“how about those sandwiches?” You suggested.

“alright..” he hummed.

standing up, you laced your fingers, before pilot swung around, grabbing your abandoned blunts, gently putting it between your lips, before disappearing in your little trailer.

[miange1]

pilot mistaking reader for a girl and asks him out but when he realizes reader is a guy he tried to play it off but he ends up taking him out anyways :3

it's hot. as fuck. sexual thoughts, sweet but nervous, stuttering, pilots sexual confusion, jack being a wingman, this is short, cute stuff, this felt good to write

"just go talk to her!" this would be barely an issue for pilot, but he didn't know why he was so nervous to even go up and create any sort of conversation.

it was burning, and your shorts hugged your thighs as well as your tank top sticking to your shirt due to sweat. your mouth was around a multi flavoured popsicle, tongue swirling around it and saliva mixed with the juice dripping down your chin, and you would lick it up the moment it dripped. damn..

he wondered if he could finally get some good head for once in his life if he just had you.

"dude, go!" jack pushed pilot forward, giving him a bit of pep in his step. pilot straightened his cap a bit, fixing his short sleeved jacket to look somewhat presentable.

"uh..hi.." fuck.

you turned over at him, your eyes so gorgeous when you looked his direction. "i thought that— uh..i thought you were really pretty, and i wanna ask you out. just to hang out, you know?" you took the popsicle out your mouth, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"me? really?" oh, that was a dudes voice. pilot stared to get even more nervous, because he knew his attraction wasn't dying down but getting bigger and bigger.

"well, if you say so do you want my—" he had ran away, a few feet from you as he'd whisper to what you guessed was his friend. "..number?"

you shrugged, it was unfortunate because he was really cute in your opinion.

"shes a he." jack took a moment, before shrugging. "i thought you were that bisexual shit or something?" pilot seemed baffled, giving him a look. "when did i ever say that!" jack shook his head, "when you were talking about sex or whatever!"

"i said i was sexually confused!" now he could confirm jack hadn't listened to a single thing he had said. "oh.. well.. just go talk to him! it'll be fine." jack pushed him back towards you, pilots shoulder hitting yours.

he turned around, facing you and this time feeling real embarrassed. "i..hi.." you gave him a smile, "hi again." he took your hand, making himself feel really formal. "um..im pilot."

"pilot? that's cute." unique name, you really liked it a whole bunch. you took out a piece of paper from your pocket, your number already pre written on it. "call me?" he took it from you, a goofy smile being placed on his curved lips.

"yeah, definitely." you had left, a small 'see ya' as you went your way. he resisted the urge to jump up and down, lowering it down to clutching the paper in his hand but quickly stopping realizing his sweat could smudge it.

"you got it?" he showed the paper, "got it."

[gyllenhaalstuff]

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.”