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goal in life: to do drugs w pilot

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slutty fucking cardigans and sweaters

JAKE GYLLENHAAL Saturday Night Live (May 18, 2024)

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cowgaaals

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Death never cries.

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i know ur working on part 2 to the donnie fic right now, but could i rq another one with him & reader in a yellowjackets-type situation?? same dynamic as nat and travis (hopefully healthier tho 😞)

hiiii! thank u so so much for requesting omg but i actually have never watched yellow jackets before so idk how to write for a situation like that😭

BUT i'll do my research and try to come up with something!!

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Pilot Kelson

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hello papas im sorry for lying 🙁🙁🙁

i said pt2 of my silly little donnie darko blurb would be out on friday and it wasnt. im cooking rn tho js wait guys😈😈😈

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Its the daddy issues in me I swear

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Dead Man Walking

✧˚ · . y/n plays doctor with Donnie after he gets jumped...

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, fluff

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Donnie laid on the cold hard ground. The moonlight shone down on him. The cold autumn breeze was stuck in his throat, sending chills down his spine. His chest heaved up and down, trying to catch the breath he got knocked out of him. Seth and Ricky were long gone by now, speeding off in their car.

It was around 10:00 PM. Donnie was just trying to have a normal night, get some fresh air by going on a walk. Yet here came Seth and Ricky, pulling up beside him in their trashed car. They jumped out of the vehicle, grabbing Donnie by the neck. They shoved him to the ground, beating him instantly. They punched his face, kicked his ribs, and stomped his chest. Donnie was no weakling, so he of course tried fighting back. Unfortunately, when theres two meat heads jumping you, its kind of hard to use some self defense. They beat him for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to 10 minutes. After they beat Donnie to a pulp, Seth and Ricky got in their car and drove off.

He rolled on his side, pain surging through his body. The first thing that popped into Donnie's mind was Y/n. He wanted her, he needed her. He picked himself up off of the ground, stumbling a bit. He limped down the road on the way to Y/ns house. Thankfully, Donnie and Y/n lived in the same neighborhood, meaning he didn't have to walk very far from where he was.

After a few minutes, Donnie finally arrived at his girlfriends house. He knocked on the door. He saw Y/n peek through the blinds, swinging the door open as soon as she noticed it was him. Her mouth fell open at the horrid sight before her. Donnie was covered in dirt and blood. His eyebrow was busted, a small cut dripped with blood. His left eye was already bruised and swollen. His nose and mouth were bloody, and maybe even a little crooked. He had numerous cuts and scrapes all over him, from his face to his arms. "D..Donnie? Baby what happened?" Y/n asked frantically. Donnie walked towards her, embracing her. She held Donnie, feeling his blood drip onto her t-shirt. Suddenly, he fell to his knees, dragging Y/n down. "Seth..Ricky...they..beat me." Donnie looked at the ground, ashamed of himself. Y/n picked him up by the shoulders, carrying him into her house.

Donnie sat on the toilet seat, Y/n in front of him. She cleaned his cuts and iced his bruises. There was a small first aid kit resting on the bathroom counter and a bowl of ice cubes beside it. Y/n held a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hand. Donnie sucked his teeth, feeling the burning sensation of the alcohol being pressed onto his cut. "I know, my love. Im sorry, just this one more and we'll be done." Y/n was gently fixing him up, her soft hands grazing his face. Although Donnie was in immense pain, it felt nice being babied. Y/n put a bandaid over one of his numerous cuts, finally finished to the best of her abilities. "There. All better." Donnie stood up and looked in the mirror. His eye was still black and swollen, but he definitely looked and felt better than before. Y/n snaked her arms around Donnie, hugging him from behind. He winced in pain, pressure being put on the cuts and bruises around his torso. Y/n lifted up his shirt, exposing nasty wounds from the beating. She looked up at Donnie sympathetically. "Those pricks are gonna pay for this. Tomorrow we gotta tell the principal-" "No, Y/n. We cant. Why would we, so they can kick my ass again? Kill me this time?" Donnie cut Y/n off. His eyes had that crazy look in them, the one that she knew all too well. Y/n backed off, understanding that he was just frustrated. Donnies expression softened, feeling bad for snapping at his girlfriend. "Im sorry baby. Its just...I don't want you to think i'm weak. Like i cant protect you." Donnie felt like a pussy. Emasculated. Y/n cupped his cheek, looking deep into his blue puppy eyes. "I know you're not weak, Don." Y/n pressed a kiss to his lips, still swollen. Donnie put his hand over hers, smiling.

The pair laid on Y/ns couch. Y/n didnt even care about her parents catching Donnie in their house at this late hour. All she was worried about was her baby. Donnie recounted the events that had just happened as Y/n ran her fingers through his hair. They didn't speak about what was gonna happen next, what was gonna happen tomorrow at school. They simply relished in eachothers presence. After a few moments of silence, Y/n looked down at her chest to see that Donnie had fallen asleep. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, snuggling him.

She was gonna make those pieces of shit's lives a living fucking nightmare.

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(wow dis was a random idea lol i thought it was a cute lil concept tho. pt 2 of girl next door will be out on friday :3)

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nothing unites girls like having a crush on the same celebrity twice their age

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This man doesn’t age like a fine wine, he’s been a fine wine his whole damn life 🥵

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best show ever

soul eater is great 50 episodes straight of a bunch of loser 13 year olds acting genuinely brainless while the sickest music you've heard in your life blares at max volume

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my lovely wife

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A night in Reno

✧･ﾟ: * Pilot and Jack find themselves in a whorehouse, but Pilot ends up wanting the bartender instead...

warnings: absolutely filthy smut, kinda cheating, mentions of drugs

It was a slow night at the Dan. D. Fine, as always. You stood at the bar, fixing up the broken machines and washing the dirty cups. Most of the time, the only man you'd see was either a gross old fuck or a young virgin. There was also Mauzner, a nasty piece of shit nympho. As you shined up the bottles sitting on the shelf, you saw a pair of guys walk in. One was decked out in biker clothes and had a weird haircut. The other was dressed more normal, was cuter, and he wore a green visor. To put it simple, they didn't seem like the usual type to come into a whorehouse. The cute one glanced at you, making eye contact. You broke it, trying to look like you were busy and not awkward.

The boss lady called out all the girls from behind the curtain. They were decked out in lingerie and weird sexual accessories. You were cool with them, sliding them drinks throughout the night to help them through their shift. They all lined up, one by one.

The two guys sat on the couch with Mauzner, marveling at the beautiful women before them. Mauzner had his pick first, going with Lois who was dressed as a bar-maiden. Then the biker dude had his pick second. He ended up with Sophie, who was wearing a cowboy costume. And then there was the visor guy. He scanned the ladies, one by one. "Uh...I think im cool off that." He laughed nervously, looking at the boss lady. She rolled her eyes, motioning the girls to go back to their rooms. Now, it was just you and him.

He sat on the soft velvet couch for a moment, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. You glanced at him a few times, it seemed as though he was looking for something. He got up and walked towards the bar. You kept trying to look occupied, a little bit nervous to talk to him. "Hey, uh, you got a light?" he asked, a grin plastered on his face. You pulled one out from the cabinet, handing it to him. He lit the cig, inhaling deeply. "Y'know, I don't usually smoke cigs. Im a lot more of a weed typa' guy." You giggled, you could tell he was high out of his mind. "So then why not smoke a blunt?" you asked, still washing the dishes. "Smoked my last one right before we got here. Shoulda' saved it." He ran his fingers through his brown, dirty looking hair. You couldn't help but stare at him, he was just so... cute. "Whats tha matter? Somethin on my face?" he asked, giggling. "Nah, just looking."

You caught his name about 30 minutes into the conversation. His name was Pilot. He told you the whole story as to why that was his name, which you found quite interesting. You talked about everything and nothing, his life back in Vegas and your life here in Reno. You had been itching to ask him if he was in a relationship or something, but you didnt wanna come off too strong. "So, you got a little boyfriend or what?" he asked, eyeing you up and down. You felt flattered by this sudden question. "Nah, I'm single as can be" you giggled. "Really? Im surprised. A cute thing like you should have guys lined up across the block" he said, taking puffs off of the cigarette. "Well, how about you? Got a girl back in Vegas or what?" you asked, genuinely curious to know. "Well...it's complicated." Pilot laughed, his sleepy eyes shutting and his cat-like mouth curling up. "Hm, you guys are going nice 'nd steady or what?" Pilot grins. "Well... I was tellin' my buddy Jack that if banging was an island in the Caribbean, me and her are stuck in traffic in Jersey." This made you laugh. Although Pilot was heavily intoxicated, he was still charming. "She doesn't make you nut? Or are you sexually confused." You tilted your head to the side, looking Pilot in the eyes. He grinned. "Yeah..hell nah." He put out the cigarette, throwing it into the little ashtray beside him. "Maybe you could help me out with that?" he asked, licking his lips and flashing a toothy grin. You blushed, flabbergasted at his boldness. "My apartments right above this building, wanna spend the night?" you asked. Pilot followed you up to the apartment.

As soon as you shut the door, he launched himself towards you. He grabbed your face, kissing you passionately. The both of you stumbled into your room, closing and locking the door. Pilot laid down on the bed, watching as you straddled him. His hands grabbed at your hips, grinding you on his boner. You tore off the silly visor he wore, along with his shirt and jacket as you threw it off to the side. With the visor gone, it made it easier to kiss him. You kissed all the way down his neck, leaving hickeys. "Ah, fuck [Name]." Pilot had never been handheld in such a manner, it was so new to him. He helped pull off all your clothes, leaving you in just lacey pink panties. He gawked at your body, completely bare just for him. You kissed down his abs and along his mountain trail. You got all the way down to his pants, looking up at him with puppy eyes. Your ass was in the air, back arched. Pilot couldn't believe the sight before him. He had imagined something just like this the moment he laid eyes on you. You unbuckled his belt and pulled off his boxers. His dick sprang out, rock hard and damn near pulsating. You spit on the tip, wanting Pilot to beg for anything more. "[Name], please don't tease. It hurts" Pilot whined, his head thrown back. "Mmm tell me what you want me to do, baby." You kissed all along his dick, from the balls up to the shaft. "Just..just like that." Pilot was on cloud nine. You took all 7 inches in your mouth, deepthroating his cock. Tears formed in your eyes. Pilot reached his hand down to wipe them off, only making you more wet. Your head bobbed up and down on his dick. "Fuck.. fuck, fuck [Name]." You took it out of your mouth, wanting him to cum on your face. He came with a loud groan, painting your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching some in your mouth. You sat up and straddled him again, your face smeared in his jizz. Pilots eyes rolled back, the sight too much to handle. "Gonna make you cum all over again, yeah baby?" you asked, wiping the cum off and licking your finger. "Wanna make you feel good too, [Name]." He grabbed your hips again, guiding them more towards his face.

You hovered your pussy over Pilots face. "Pilot, I don't wanna suffocate you." you giggled nervously. Pilot didn't listen to you, instead grabbing your ass and forcing you down. You moaned, feeling his tongue flick your clit. You began to grind on his face, writhing and groaning at the feeling. It was a sensation you hadn't ever experienced. You grabbed his dick, stroking it as his tongue went in and out of you. Pilot groaned against your pussy. The vibrations of his voice almost made you cum, grinding even harder. Suddenly, Pilot stopped. You whined, the feeling of pleasure being ripped away almost painful. "Why, why'd you stop?" you asked in between pants. "Cant let you cum just yet baby, wanna see that pretty pussy cum all over my dick." Pilot moved you towards his cock, standing straight up from how hard it was. He lowered you down onto it until it was all the way in. You moaned, throwing your head back. Pilots thick cock was stretching you out so good, you didn't know if you could handle the whole thing. You began bouncing up and down, hands at your sides for balance. Pilots hands went from your hips, to your tiddies. He put your left nipple in his mouth, while he fondled the right. "Oh, fuck me Pilot." You began slowing down, your legs tired from bouncing. Pilot sat up and grabbed you at the sides. He began to use you like a fleshlight, bouncing you up and down. His big blue eyes gazed into yours as he fucked you. "Youre all mine now. Got that?" he said. "Yes, yes Pilot. All yours." At this point, you were delirious. As long as Pilot kept fucking you like this, you'd agree to anything he'd say. "Who's this pussy belong to? Huh?" he asked, slapping your ass. "You.. I'm yours.. I'm- I-" you couldn't think, you couldn't talk. You came violently on his dick, your juices squirting all over his lap. "Fuck, fuck yeah baby. Squirt all over this dick." Now, you were limp. You could barely sit up, the feeling in your legs long lost. Pilot was thrusting up into you, chasing his release. All you could mutter was a string of curse words, eyes rolled into the back of your head. "Shit shit shit Name." You could feel cum fill up your insides, warming you up. The thought of getting pregnant suddenly crossed your mind. You didn't care, through. The only thing you cared about in this moment was Pilot nutting all up in you. You fell forward onto him, his arms wrapping around your torso. You both laid there, trying to catch some breath. Pilot looked down at you and started giggling. "Damn, that was nice." You snuggled into him, drawing little circles on his chest. "Am I better than your girl?" you asked, looking up at him. "Nah, cus you're my girl." Pilot kissed the top of your head, watching blush creep across your face. "Goodnight, baby." you shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, [Name]." Pilot thought of what would become of this. He thought of maybe inviting you to tag along with them on their journey to Seattle. That was tomorrows problem. Right now, Pilot was focused on one thing: his new girl.

(wow i didnt mean for this to be so long whoops :3 but here ya go Highway 2002 fans! hope u like)