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[thefithdirection]

welcome to my page! ★彡

nineteen | she/her

specs: 5”1, curly purple hair with bangs, freckles, green eyes

i write for:

donnie darko

jake gyllenhaal and most characters (if i’ve seen the movie)

luke skywalker

fred weasley

requests are open

i don’t write for: skat kink, piss kink, guns, male reader :(

masterlist coming soon!!

divider by @aquazero

[franksaidso]

☀︎༄.° ensenada - pilot kelson (SMUT)

⋆☀︎｡ u and pilot get high and dryhump yay!!!! smut, dryhumping, fwb, pilots a puppy, not actually, gender neutral reader, plot what plot/porn without plot, a wee bit short sorry!! , highway 2002

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makeout sessions with pilot were your favorite.

they always started the same way.

pilot brought the blunt to your lips, eyes locked on you, fascinated. he watched you inhale with those big blue eyes that never learned to lie. they sparkled like you were the patron saint of sunlight.

never subtle. not even pretending to be.

“jesus, what?” you giggled, tilting your head, blowing the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.

it was always too hot in his room. the fan did nothing but stir the air around.

“pop quiz,” pilot murmured, his voice slow as his thumb dragged along your jaw. he was always touching you in little ways.

“mmh, pi—”

“pop. quiz.” you watched that dumb, sedated puppydog grin spread across his face.

you just rolled your eyes, your knee knocking against his. “go.”

“what’s the prettiest thing in this whoooole busted apartment?”

you exhaled slowly, stealing another hit, listening to the box fan rattle. “‘s it that noisy ass fan?”

“wrong. errrrr." that awful buzzer noise. "perfect score anyway. beep." pilot smiled, softer now. the corners of his mouth kicked up all cute. “it's you.”

then, he leaned in, kissing the space between your eyebrows with all the tenderness he never showed anyone else.

“gold star.”

the rare lack of irony in his voice made your heart stutter.

the awestruck look on his face didn't help.

pilot had the worst poker face in existence—always did, always would. he stared at you like that when you were hunched over a bowl of cereal, glass cradled in your palms. when you were counting change at the cash register, half asleep. all the time. like you were the 8th wonder of the world, and he'd just discovered you.

half the time, he didn’t even realize he was staring.

you shoved his shoulder. “you're higher than a kite.”

“higher than a pilot, you think?" he laughed, hyena-like, before relaxing back against the wall. “high on your trick ass. 'n… some other stuff. but mostly you. who needs disneyland when i got you?”

"shut up, pi," you murmured, not unkindly.

he always got embarrassed when you told him the things he prattled on about when you were high.

you took the joint, nudging it back to the edge of pilot’s mouth.

giving each other hits was sort of a tradition the two of you had. you didn’t know why. you didn’t even remember when you started.

it just felt right. warm, like soothed dogs. warm like his hands. warm like him.

the room grew thick as you drifted higher. the air was heavy with smoke and marijuana, hot as hell. sweat gathered at the base of your spine, and you wished you could peel your clothes off and bake in it.

when you looked down, you found pilot's hand splayed on your thigh. you didn’t know exactly when it got there. his thumb was drawing lazy circles like he needed contact or his head would float right off his shoulders.

“eyes up here,” you teased.

“i am,” he said, not moving his hand. “multitasking.”

you pressed your forehead to his, forcing his glassy gaze to settle back on yours. “you're dumb."

“certified,” he hummed, eyes going heavy-lidded. “got the diploma and ev’rything.”

you sat like that for a while, looking dopey into each other’s eyes, slowly getting closer, breathing with open mouths.

he smelled like chlorine and root beer dum-dums.

you suddenly squinted one eye shut, draping your arms over his shoulders. you were so close to him your vision started to unfocus—making his eyes sort of merge.

“cyclops.”

“hot,” he deadpanned, but his breath hitched anyway. like it just dawned on him how close you were.

“hey.”

“mmm?”

“you’re pretty, too.”

that stopped his brain for a second. fried all his circuits.

full system reboot.

you watched his mouth open, close, open again.

his fingers tightened on your thigh, and if you didn’t have jeans on, you would have felt the clamminess in his palms.

pilot shuddered, swallowing hard.

"oh," he breathed, eyes glittering like he was about to confess something life ruining.

before he could say anything, you kissed him. only once, testing the waters. it was barely even a peck.

but fuck. the sound that came out of him was half-choked, a wrecked little whine that he tried and failed to swallow down.

the fan clicked, rattled, stuttered.

sweat slid down your spine, the air thick enough to drink.

pilot laughed under his breath, more a little nervous. “god, ‘s hot.”

“it’s always hot in here.”

“not… what i meant.”

“mmh—can i?”

“touch me?”

pilot just nodded. you tried not to laugh at how red he was.

“i’m right here. go ‘head.”

that was all he needed.

his hands scrambled, grabbing at your hips, your neck, your jaw. trying to touch everything at once, like he couldn't decide what he needed most.

you leaned in to kiss him again, and he jumped for it. he was inexperienced—his lips fumbling and unsure as he kissed you.

"you," he breathed against your mouth, voice shaking. "you're, ah—"

he leaned back , crushing the blunt out too hard, ash scattering out of the tray in his messy windowsill.

smoke curled up around you in spirals, clinging to the warm summer air and the scant space between your mouths.

"i—" he tried to say something. anything. but his mouth wasn't working right—it was too busy pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, tasting salt and heat and you.

his fingers dug into the bare skin of your hip, right above the waistband of your boxers, and he let out a shaky breath that sounded almost like a laugh.

“shit,” he panted against your skin, eyes hazy. “you're tryin' to kill me."

"am i?" you asked, climbing into pilot’s lap.

“yeah,” he groaned, his voice pitching up when your weight settled between his legs. “this’s a baaad idea.”

“you always say that.”

“‘cause it is.” his fingers drummed restless beats against your splayed thighs. “you make me all... stupid.”

you just grinned against his mouth. “you already are.”

he laughed, then pulled you closer, like he could fold you into him if he tried hard enough. like he could keep you there with him.

“nnh, ah, lean back.”

his hand cupped the small of your back, attentive as always, guiding you down to the mattress.

your eyes opened again to see pilot hovering over you, flushed and breathless, looking at you like he’d just been handed something sacred and fragile. beautiful.

“pilot,” you gasped, fingers tangling in his untamed hair, pulling him back down to you, his lips and tongue slotting back to yours.

he kissed and licked and nipped sloppy marks into your neck, trailing purple tulips and blooming pink flowers down to your collarbone.

his hands slid up under the hem of your shirt, warm palms flat against your chest. “fuck. can i?”

you just nodded helplessly, lifting your arms up.

he got you both undressed in a blur, pulling off your jeans and his, leaving you both in only your boxers; baggy flannel.

“nnh, are those mine?” pilot grinned, licking your bottom lip. his fingers snapped at the waistband before leaving it be.

“don’t worry ‘bout it,” you mumbled back. who’s clothes were whose always got mixed up between you. either way, pilot’s looked better on you. he always thought so.

"zow-ee," pilot said under his breath.

you pitched your knee up, pressing it against the bulge in pilot’s boxers.

you watched him keen, his eyes fluttering like cicada wingbeats. his hips bucked once, and you could see him fighting to not grind against you.

“oh, fuck—” pilot gasped. “thats, mmm..”

“good?” you asked, grinding your knee against his clothed cock.

you watched pilot’s eyes roll back into his head, his long eyelashes fluttering. “god damn it, ah..!”

it was taking all of his willpower not to just hump your leg, his virgin brain practically frying itself. sweat started to drip down his neck, into the dip of his clavicle.

“you’re so hard,” you mused, carding your fingers through his messy hair, watching him try desperately to focus.

“can’t—can’t help it,” pilot panted. “not with you.”

his eyes were glossy, his face so red you couldnt tell if it was you or the vegas sunburn.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. this one was sloppy, frantic with need. pilot’s tongue licked into your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as he cupped your face. he was inexperienced, sure, but oh so eager.

he pressed messy kisses down your jaw, nipping at the edge like a puppy before sucking hard on your neck.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” he groaned against your throat, leaving sloppy, fevered bites like he couldn’t get enough.

“shit, pilot… c’mere,” you moaned, voice pitching at his name.

pilot shifted, moving so that his dick was pressed between your legs rather than grinding against your thigh.

his hips rolled against yours, stealing a whimper from the both of you.

“i’m so fucked,” you heard him breathe to himself.

sparks of pleasure shot up your spine as the two of you found a rhythm, your hips circling and rolling. his cock throbbed hard against you, leaking into a wet patch at the center of his boxers from the overwhelming friction.

you didn’t expect it to feel this good—just grinding against pilot’s cock through the fabric of your boxers.

pilot must not have either—the look on his face was pure ecstasy. his eyes were hazy, his brows pitched together and it almost looked like he could cry.

“mmh—mm…” you gasped.

pilot choked out a pained groan into the crook of your neck, his hands gripping hard onto your hips. “yeah, ah, like that. jus’ like that..”

he started to move your hips for you, helping tilt your hips up and down, rolling against his in just the right way.

“fuck, pi,” you moaned, feeling his cock throb against you.

“we keep this up, ‘m gonna..” he choked out, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

the tent in his boxers was so damp, and you could see the sweat dripping down into his happy trail. “fuck.”

“oh yeah?” you licked up his neck, pressing a kiss just under his ear. you felt him stiffen, his control loosening fast.

“mhm—mhm.. yeah. just, fuck. keep doing that, okay..?”

pilot grabbed back onto your hips, grinding down against you harder, faster. he lost the rhythm the two of you had built up, just panting and groaning out little desperate whimpers as he rolled your hips up against him.

he struggled to hold himself up above you, his whole body practically humming like a live wire.

“i’m gonna—fuck—can i?” he panted, his cock leaking pre-cum, making a wet, sticky mess between your boxers. “please. please?”

“yeah,” you said against the shell of his ear. “yeah.”

pilot gripped your thighs hard, his mouth falling open. his eyebrows pinched together tight as if it hurt. the pleasure was almost too much, threatening to swallow him whole.

he bucked against you, deep, his hips stuttering as his whole body locked up. you watched his pretty eyes flutter and roll back into his head as he came, his face twisted in pained bliss.

“oh, fuck..! mhh—shit, mm.. mm..” he whimpered, his head dipping as he rode out his orgasm.

eventually he flopped down next to you, a panting, sticky mess. he grabbed a pillow, shoving it over his face and yelling something unintelligible.

“pfftt.. there he is,” you murmured, pulling the pillow away from him, throwing it behind you.

you grinned down at him, watching his bliss-hazy eyes slowly come back into focus.

“that was awesome,” he breathed out.

“yeah?”

“mhm..” he smiled, bunny teeth flashing. “nice that i’m not broken after all. y’know, the whole sexual confusion trip..”

“i’m just magic,” you teased. “come on—you gotta get your ass in the shower..”

pilot grimaced at the mess of his boxers, nodding at you. he scrambled up, kissing the side of your head sheepishly before standing.

“‘kay.”

he nearly finished walking out of his bedroom, before turning right back around.

“let me roll another joint first.”

you couldn’t help but smile.

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A.N i hope this was in character..!!!! im sorry this took me so long, smut is really draining for me to write for whatever reason lol. i dont feel great about this fic but if i don’t post it now i never will -_-. writing fanfics on here has become really draining for me, and i havent been proud of something ive written in a long time. i have a very skewed view of the things i write, so it’s hard for me to be confident in wat i share with u guys, and a lot of work goes into the characterization i try to achieve in my fics. im going to try to write more indulgently in the future, and i hope thats ok with u guys!!!

all of the nice comments really do push me to keep going, i love you all very much. i hope this doesn’t seem compliment-fishy, i just wanted to be transparent with my process + why this took me forever and a day. i love u ! ☮️

[chrrybl0ssom]

making out and leaving hickeys all over sub!damon's neck...... 😮‍💨

YES i was watching an old blur performance yesterday oh my godddd i need him:(

with sub!damon i feel like he's with type to have you on lap, hands gripping at your thighs while you make out. he will not let you pull away, but if you do, he whines and leans foward to kiss you again. he's panting, lips glistening while his face is flushed. his hands slide to your ass to softly push you forward, grinding his hard dick against you. and then his neck, oh my god. he literally whines and whimpers whenever your teeth brush his skin. the thought of you leaving hickeys on his neck is enough to come in his pants, which he does, but it doesn't take long for him to get hard again when you keep grinding against him.

damon albarn whimpering audios when??? 👀👀

[rdiowx]

PILOT, JIMMY AND DONNIE AUDIOLIST

I just decided to put them all on the same one cause theyre all Jake Gyllenhaal characters

If ur new to these, this is an mlm blog HOWEVER considering the very little amount of m4m audios these are ramblefaps or m4f audios 👍🏽

If these dont work lmk so i can fix em!

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PILOT KELSON (highway)

☆ getting high then fucking ig

☆ i feel like the title on this one is self explanatory

☆ pilot edging himself in his car (ramble fap not an audio)

☆ high edging this time (nother ramble fap)

DONNIE DARKO (donnie darko)

☆ having donnie breed you for funsies idk

☆movie boring fuck instead

☆ reminded me of the deleted scene i posted

☆ ramble fap cuz i love this guy

JIMMY LIVINGSTON (bubble boy)

☆ Pretty forward title tbh

☆ i love jimmy he’s a cutie

☆ as if he would ever have to learn how to be submissive

☆ jimmy “teaching” you guitar

[thefithdirection]

temptations part one

dealer!donnie x reader

after being busted, donnie’s reputation as the schools dealer flourishes. but what he hadn’t expected, was for his crush wanting to push the boundaries of sobriety, aswell as his struck rule

don’t fuck the customers.

wc: 4.5k

warnings: smoking, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, donnie is a loser perv lol

it was another boring day in english. donnie already finished the work and had let his mind wonder. he looked over to see you sitting next to him, equally as bored. donnie had had a crush on you for a while. your soft shiny hair and gorgeous figure made his head spin and schools required trousers to tighten.

you sat staring at the board in a daze, big eyes and long lashes looking past the board and into the field of your imagination. you innocently chewed on your pencil that rested in between your plump lips. donnie was entranced.

he watched how your skirt rid up when you crossed your legs. and how the fat of your thighs spilled out of your black stockings that rode all the way down to your marry jane clad feet.

god how he wanted you. he wants you to be his, he hated the idea of you being with another boy besides him. sure how he made money was illegal. but that just shows how good of a provider he could be! how much he was willing to do to make sure you didn’t have to worry about the money for your next shopping spree. how he was smart enough to have you never be stressed over homework again. not that you ever were. you were extremely smart, a attribute donnie highly admired about you.

as his brain kept stirring, his thoughts got ever more gross. he thought about how’d you look bent over in the old creaky desk chair you were sitting in just next to him. how your hair would smell when it was right by his nose when he rested his head in the crook of his neck while pounding into you. what sounds you’d let out from pure bliss from just him.

as if an angel came sent down from heaven, you turned your head into his direction. your eyes met his blue pearls as your face twisted into embarrassment as you had caught him staring. his hungry gaze met yours and before you could say anything the bell had run signaling lunch. donnie was the last to leave. he had to calm himself down before standing up and facing embarrassment from his already growing boner. a reacouring accurance that the teen boy faced often at school. what a perv.

during lunch donnie stood with his usually group behind the school. where all the delinquents would go to smoke and where he’d get the most business. his friends were talking about the same usual bullshit when you popped out of no where.

“can i bum one?” you say staring at him through your lashes. which was quiet easy, the height diffrence between you two was what always made him go weak.

“uh yea sure yeah.” he said flustered. you giggled.

he brought the cigarette up to you and was confused as you still stood unmoving. then you parted your lips and understanding set in. donnie brought the smoke up to your lips and lit it with his black lighter, you still held your eye contact.

“you’re becoming pretty popular as a dealer darko, you got any of that stuff for me?” you? asking him? for drugs? maybe he shouldn’t be suprised, i mean he is the plug. but such a sweet girl like you buying from him was hardly expected. this was a rare opportunity. he had to be cunning and play his cards right.

“i do, but i don’t bring my stuff to class, what you doing after school?”

“nothing” you say swirling your hair and taking another hit.

“you can come by afterschool, my parents won’t be home.”

“so we can make noise then yeah?”

donnie blushed, could you be into him too? doubtful.

“y-yeah i guess so. meet me at the front afterschool okay?”

“alright sure, see ya donnie.” you say before shoving the rest of the cigarette between his lips and prancing away. when you were a few feet away you turned your head to see if he was still staring. which he so painfully was, but could you help him? the way your hips swayed and how your skirt just barely covered your ass had him beat.

the day passed torturously slow, donnie sat in most of his classes thinking about what you said earlier

make noise? what could she mean by that?

he couldn’t tell if your induendo meant something he’d never thought he’d get. or maybe you said it on purpose just to get him riled up. which he thought was the case. how could a goddess like you be into a freak like him? most girls only saw him as the crazy drug addict. but maybe you were diffrent. he hoped you were.

you stood chewing your gum and rocking your feet back and forth nervously awaiting donnie who would come out of school any second. in all honestly, you’ve never done anything harder than a cigarette. you were sure nervous. but if it was a way to get into donnie’s bedroom, you’d do anything.

thanks for reading part one! if this gets 40 likes i’ll make another, or i’ll just do it anyway. hope you enjoyed hehehe

[caterpillarsworld-invasion]

Guys WHEREEE is part two, I need 💔

[thefithdirection]

it’s somewhere on my blog trusttt

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

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 :))

doll

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)

[thefithdirection]

holly fuck this was so good

[cherrycolaheartss]

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?

[thefithdirection]

YESSSSS PLEASEELLEASEEELLEASEPLEASE tag neeeee

[enzosbabyangel]

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.

[thefithdirection]

holly fuck this was so good i love ur account

[kayxquinn]

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.

[thefithdirection]

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

thank you!!! twt visuals coming soon

[thefithdirection]

i’m so horny for him

[gyllenhaalstuff]

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.”

[thefithdirection]

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

[buckybarnesaddicted]

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.

[thefithdirection]

i think about this a lot

[vickylamborghini]

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

[thefithdirection]

low-key

[thefithdirection]

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

i’m back gang

[thefithdirection]

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

[thefithdirection]

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?