#john kinley smut

[gyllenhaalstories]

FIREWORKS — JOHN KINLEY 🎆

summary: does john ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? yeah, probably. but this fic isn't about john's existential crisis. it's about keeping his mind occupied during the fireworks of the 4th of july.

warnings: smut (teasing, masturbation, fingering, edging, orgasm control, penetration, outdoors sex). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2680

gifs credits: @/pedropcl (cropped) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i finally wrote for john (big thanks go to @sizzlingcloudmentality for helping me out with your amazing suggestions)! it's not the idea i've attempted to write like 4 times, but it's an idea. that's gotta count for something 🫡 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"The truck is loaded and ready to go." John's smile faded when he saw the new bags waiting for him by the front door.

"Just in case." You justified without being prompted to.

"We're leaving for the weekend, honey." He bent over to unzip one of the kaki Duffel bags, he pulled out several mismatched fuzzy socks. "We don't need all that. Wait... Is that a candle?"

You nodded proudly when he held up the glass jar. "We agreed to have a relaxing weekend getaway. Candles are relaxing. Look! That's your favourite scent too!"

He grinned at the attention and closed the bag after securing the candle deep into the clothes you packed just in case. He stood up with the bag on his shoulder. He held on the strap with one hand and grabbed yours with the other, dragging you out of the house before you came up with the idea to bring the appliances too.

John shut the tailgate and walked around the pickup truck to open your door, making sure you got in just fine. After a peck on your cheek, he closed the door and made his way to the driver's seat.

"Do you think there's gonna be a lot of traffic?" You buckled your seat belt at the same time as John did. "People go crazy around this time of year." John shot you a look that meant to say when did they not?

"We're not taking the highway." He engaged on the street and made a few turns you did not recognize as your usual route.

You trusted him. He knew his away around endless deserts and bushy hills, this would be no different especially since John had helped you to plan this weekend getaway. You found a secluded Bed and Breakfast, hours away from the house. It seemed cozy, you were lucky to reserve a room during the busy weekend.

The village was so small, there was not a single activity planned for the Fourth of July. You could have told him you were both going camping without electricity or running water and he would have accepted the invitation. He would have accepted anything just to escape.

Your mind wandered while John kept driving into the sunset. You wondered what food they would serve for breakfast, what the backyard would look like. You hoped they had a garden. You wondered if this would become a yearly tradition, where the managers would recognize you and fold your towels into pretty swans before your arrival. You hoped it did. You wondered what John was thinking about, you turned your head to admire him.

He felt your gaze on him, he grinned. "Everything alright? Did we forget something?" He marked a pause, he turned on a different road. "Let me guess, you wanted to bring the lawn mower?"

"We don't even have a lawn mower."

"Shit, we forgot to buy one?" He chuckled. "The trip is ruined."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his laughter. A rare treat. A smile lingered on his lips, growing wider when he set his hand on your thigh. Your hand covered his and your eyes did not leave his handsome face for dozens of miles.

He could feel you were getting bored. He was too, quite frankly. At a certain point, the scenery blended into one blurry painting of trees and run-down houses. He knew the destination was well worth the hours of driving, but he would not despise a change of view. In the meantime, John distracted himself with caresses and squeezes on your thigh. One moment his hand was down to your knee, but then it would move back up and his fingers would attempt to disappear between your thighs.

You shifted on your seat, trying not to let those touches get to you too quickly. You still had a long way to go, but if John kept teasing you it would be impossible to resist. His hand hovered until you settled down so he could place it back on your thigh with a firm grip. You spotted a lonesome traffic light in the distance.

"Is everything alright?" John asked again, glancing in your direction with a faint frown.

"It will be soon." You said with a smirk that did not go unnoticed.

John looked ahead, squeezing your thigh harshly. His hand pushed further up, but you closed you legs around him too tight to let him move. He scrunched his nose at the sudden, but small, frustration.

Your prayers for the green light to turn red were heard and you unbuckled your seat belt as soon as the truck went immobile. "Unlock the door." You demanded.

John did not budge, pretending he did not hear you.

"Unlock the door, please."

The lock clicked. You slid down the passenger seat, your skirt riding up while you did so. John watched you while you slammed one door, opened another. He turned his head while you clumsily climbed on the back seat of the truck.

"Nothing wrong with being the passenger princess," You answered the question he did not dare to ask. "I just wanted a little more space."

His face was still lit up by a bright red hue when you found a comfortable position. John put two and two together, indulging in your shenanigan without any hesitation. He focused on the road again, darting his eyes on the rear view mirror. "A little more to the left," you scooted. "Perfect."

The light turned green and the engine roared while John kept driving. You pulled on the the seat belt so it was loosely attached around you, giving you plenty of room to move. You spread your legs open, finding a position that was both comfortable for you and easy to admire for John.

"You're playing with fire." John scoffed.

"No, I'm trying to distract you from the fireworks." You corrected him and earned a grin in response. "The least you can do is say thank you."

"I'll thank you when I'll be satisfied with my distraction." You leaned forward, a playful slap landed on his shoulder. "Hey!" He adjusted the mirror so it hit the right angle, then he winked at you.

You sat against the large back seat. You ran your hands over your thighs, in the places John had touched. "How much time do we have left?"

John flicked his wrist, trusting his military watch more than the clock of the truck. "About an hour." He estimated based off the number of miles indicated on the last road sign.

Your fingertips drew abstract patterns on the inside of your thighs, approaching close to your core. You hummed, thinking about a plan to make the fun last. Your breath hitched when you reached the wet fabric of your panties.

John's breath hitched too when he caught a glimpse of you, staring at him while you pushed your panties to the side. He missed what happened next as the road became sinuous for a moment.

You brought your middle finger to your lips and licked it, eyes still glued on your man. The pad of your wet finger pressed on your clit. You moaned out his name while you began to rub in circular motions.

He caught you while your head fell against the back of the seat. His own jaw dropped slowly while he watched the expression on your face as you picked up the pace. The pickup veered into the other lane for a quick second, John straightened it up.

You stopped abruptly. "Be careful." You warned him.

"You're being dangerous." He warned you, too. He gave you time to settle down, to get further lost into your pleasure after your heart had skipped a beat in fear.

He stared ahead, now you were the one watching him. You watched as John blinked slowly. As his knuckles turned white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. As his Adam's apple bopped while he swallowed thickly. As a loose strand of hair escaped the sunglasses perched up on his head.

His voice drew you out of your fixation. You made him repeat himself.

"You're not cumming 'til i say so." Somehow, that did not make you stop. You rubbed more, more, more, and you pulled away right on the edge of your orgasm. "Good luck with that, babe. 'Cause we both know you won't last."

You exhaled, coming down from your first edge. "We both know you won't last either."

John's silence proved you right. Though he showed more patience and restraint than you expected. He coaxed you through some of your edges, reminding you to pull away at the right time and telling you that "you look so fuckin' pretty for me, that's it, fuck yourself good".

The more praise you earned, the harder it became to hold back. His words toyed with your mind, making it so incredibly difficult to not give in. To listen to his order and not cum until he commanded you to. This particular edge gave you a rough time, your fingers barely stroked your clit that you were about to burst into an explosive orgasm. You tensed on your seat, eyes shut and with a breath stuck.

John glanced at the mirror and saw you. He saw you were about to tip over the edge. It was written all over your face that you could no longer resist your own release. "Don't you fucking dare." He clenched his jaw and pulled over in a swift turn of the steering wheel. You shifted in your seat, causing you to stop at the perfect time. "You're not cumming. Not without me." He put on the brakes and lost no time to get out of the vehicle.

"Took you long enough." You spoke when the door opened before you. John reached into the car to remove the seat belt. He gave you a stern look that made you smile from ear to ear. He was just so fun to mess around with, until he was not... But you did not feel like pushing his limits too much tonight. You could save that for another time.

John helped you to scoot closer to the edge of the seat, he stopped you from closing your thighs together. Finally, he could touch what he had been craving. His fingers worked you close to another edge. And another. And another. Until you were writhing for him on the seat, until he was sure you had left a damp spot on it. He wanted to test your limits, just a bit, just for fun.

"No, no, no." You gripped on his forearm, trying to pull him away.

He grunted in satisfaction, you followed his command and he did not even need to remind you. "That's my good girl." He captured your lips with his, his beard tickled your skin. Like a magnet, he attracted you out of the pickup until your feet met the ground.

His tongue explored your mouth while his hands gripped on your hips. The second you pulled away to catch your breath, he made you spin on your feet. The buckle of his belt rattled while he rushed to pull down his pants and underwear just below his ass.

You bunched up your skirt for him, propped your leg up on the step. You earned a low, rumbling grunt as a reward when he pushed his cock in your wet pussy. In return, you moaned out his name again and caused him to bottom out inside of you.

"Got yourself ready for me, huh? Is this what you wanted all along?" The bruising grip of his rough hands on your hips made you wince. "You wanted to get fucked by the side of the road like a whore." He pulled out, then rammed himself all the way back in. "That's so cute."

His left hand abandoned your hip to travel up your sides then your shoulder. Until he found the back of your head, he pressed you down against the seat. With his other hand, he guided you to meet his thrusts. At any moment, someone could drive by. Not that you had seen many cars thus far, but it was a possibility. It added a whole new dimension that both John and you found pleasure in.

The show you gave him from the back seat, paired with palming himself over his pants, had gotten him riled up to the point he knew he would not last long. He wasted no time and enjoyed the feeling of your clenching walls to the fullest.

"Just like that! Keep... Fuck! Keep going." You snaked a hand underneath your body until your fingertips reached your clit, barely brushing over it to take you closer to your release.

Suddenly, John’s thrusts stopped. He turned his head to the side and watched as the sky was illuminated in the distance by red, white and blue fireworks. He took a second to admire them then he continued to fuck you, picking up the pace. So that you would moan louder. And louder. And louder. Until you were all he could hear.

The skin of your ass slapped against his thighs, adding to the obscene sounds. Your noises covered up the explosions of the fireworks.

"Thank you." John broke the silence, slowing down. He dragged his hips back and forth, making you feel every inch of him.

"What for?" You mumbled. You revelled in the way John’s cock stretched your tight pussy. Your slick walls clenched on him even more.

He punctuated his thrusts with grunts. He leaned forward, pressing down on your back and trapping you against the car seat. He whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "For being a good distraction."

"Good enough to let me cum?" Your voice cracked.

"Damn right." John smiled on your cheek while he pressed a kiss on it. "Cum for me, let me feel you."

The sky turned pitch-black again as if nothing happened. As if the fireworks travelled all the way to your core while you came for John. Stars spun around your head, you still saw them when you closed your eyes.

John saw them too when he spilled his cum inside of you, coating your walls white. He stilled, replacing the sound of your skin slapping by his addictive grunts of pleasure. Slowly, he stood up straight, careful not to his his head against the door frame. He was even more careful when you did the same, his hand protecting the back of your head.

"Well..." You chuckled, coming down from your high. "The whole point was to avoid the fireworks. Should we just cancel and drive back home?" You would be disappointed not to visit the Bed and Breakfast, but you would understand if John preferred to stay home.

The unpleasant thought of unpacking the multitude of bags you lovingly forced him to bring along crossed his mind. His lips curled into an upside-down smile. "Let's just keep driving." He glanced down at your wrinkled skirt. His hands disappeared under them to rip your panties from you as you gasped at the gesture. With a proud grin, he walked around the pickup and sat behind the wheel again.

You regained your place as the passenger princess. Your eyes were glued on John as he engaged back on the road. He pressed a button, the window on his left slid open. He stuck his hand out and, with a shit eating smirk on his face, he let them go. Your panties drifted through the wind.

He chuckled when you abruptly turned to look at the side mirror. You distinguished a drop of red on the blackness of the asphalt that blended with the sky. You scoffed in disbelief while your panties disappeared into the landscape.

John's hand regained its place on your thigh, more so between your thighs. He groaned at the soft, slick skin under his fingertips. He dragged his hand up until it reached the familiar heat of your core. "Yeah, let's just keep going."

[charliehoennam]

take it all.

A/N: Promised @juniebugg I would follow up on this little blurb so here it is! ngl, i got mad horny writing this. i think it'll show lolololol hope u like it. please reblog, yall. sharing is caring.

Warnings: smut, no protection (wrap it up and stay safe), cumplay (i think?), language, NOT SAFE FOR MINORS

Word count: 1,332 (got a lil carried away but this aint nothing compared to the sfw alphabet head canons i got in the works for David Loki. If anyone would like to read that, lemme know!)

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John couldn’t look more relaxed. The sunshine radiating in from the window behind the couch felt warm against your face. His head fell back against the couch with a long moan as he watched you through his lustful half lidded blue eyes. Calloused fingers combed through your hair, pushing it away from your face. Praises fell from his lips like constant prayers, encouraging you to continue as your cheeks hallowed against his harden dick. He was so turned on. You could feel him twitch in your mouth as you bobbed up and down, sucking his cock.

Releasing his shaft with a wet pop, you let your hand substitute your mouth and wrapped it around his shift to soothe him. He was so close to cumming, but you had other plans for him.

“God, baby. That was fucking close” he panted softly with his legs spread wide open.

You giggled and slowed the pace of your hand to calm him, peppering kisses up the soft flesh of his thighs. When your lips latched around his left ball, he used every drop of restraint in his bones to control himself.  He was ready to cum right there, but he couldn’t let the fun be over already. His eyes darkened as he felt your tongue against his skin as your lips pressed to add just enough pressure to deliciously tease him. He adored the tinge of pain rising through his body, heightening his pleasure even more.

The mere sight of his mouth gaping open in an O shape when your hand gave his tip a squeeze along with your mouth on his balls - altering from left to right and right to left to ensure they’d both receive the deserving attention -  left your pussy tingling. You could feel your wetness slipping from the entrance; your pussy lips were slick and coated in his saliva as they rubbed smoothly against each other, aching for his cock as you relished in the taste of his saltiness. The pressure in your core kept building and building as you felt the ghost of his tongue probing your pussy. You closed your eyes for a moment to remember the burn of his thick beard as his mouth engulfed your cunt, devouring and savoring your taste. Your clit began to throb just thinking about how it tingled when he sucked on it.

“Come up here” he ordered in a soft voice.

As you moved to straddle his lap, his hands were quick to slide under the fabric of your oversized sleep shirt. Really, it was just an old Metallica t-shirt that used to be his until you’d started living together in your first apartment.

You didn’t even see where the shirt had fallen to. All you could concentrate on was how warm and wet his mouth felt latching on your nipple. Your chest arched instinctively into his touch, splaying your breasts to the warmth of the sun and his saliva. His hair was soft to the touch as your fingers immediately tangled in his rich brown locks. You leaned your head down to watch him hungrily suck your tits. The minty scent of his 2 in 1 men’s shampoo filled your nostrils. His large hands kneaded your breasts as he altered between them until he finally pulled back.

“These are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Could suck your tits all fucking day.” He grinned mischievously as his hands shook your tits, making them jiggle for his amusement. “Goddamn, baby,” he whispered slipping a hand down to feel your drenched pussy lips, “you’re fucking soaking for me. I wanna see this. Lay down for me?”

His shit-eating grinned grew from ear to ear once you laid back on the couch. He moved to kneel on the floor between your legs, his sweaty hairy chest glistening in the afternoon sun. Your pussy gushed being on full display for him. With the kids, the auto-shop and the house to take care of, you and John had been restricted to quickies in the laundry room of the house or his office at the shop after closing time. It’d been a while since you were able to get as naughty as you wanted to. But with the kids away at school, John’s time off and your long absence of sexual satisfaction at each other’s hands, you could not pass up the opportunity.

“Missed this pussy so fucking much. Feels so good, all wet for me” he mumbles too focused admiring your cunt as his thumbs pulled your lips apart only to squeeze them back together teasing your clit with the pressure of his thumbs. His cock slid between your lips as he smirked widely, watching how his teasing actions made you squirm and grind you against his dick. You needed the friction; you were about to burst inside with arousal brimming at the edge of your control.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want. Lemme play a bit huh?” He chuckled lowly with his eyes fixed on how your pussy lips engulfed him, sandwiching his dick between the slick folds.

“Look how pretty you look with my cock like this. A little cock sandwich,” he chuckled at his own joke, tapping your sensitive nub with the heavy hard head of his shaft.  “I think I might just cum in your pussy and on it too.” You nodded smiling widely at the thought of your cunt being coated in his seed.

His hips moved back as his hands held your knees back, folding you in half to keep your pussy on display for him. You could scream from excitement. Just feeling his cock easing its way into you was enough to get you off at this point.

“F-Fuck. Nice and slow. I love watching your wet pussy swallow this cock. Wraps around it so good,” he groaned staring at your puffy lips as he bottomed out with his groin pressed to your cunt. “Play with your tits for me, sweetheart?”

How could you not when he asks with such a sweet soft voice?

His hips pulled back out slowly until he was all the way out and pushed back into your pussy painstakingly slow a couple of times. Then, he pushed back in with a hard thrust that made your body jerk. You began to beg and he smirked watching your face as you spread your legs as wide as possible.

Your breasts bounced wildly as his hips sped up. Your slick became audible as your pussy squelched around his cock and stuck to the skin of his groin. You’d never looked more beautiful to him than now, with your pussy full of his cock, taking in every inch as your tits jerked in circles from the harshness of his hips. The only moments he could tear his eyes away from your body was when they closed, trying to hold back his orgasm.

His movements grew harder and untamed. He was as close as you were. Watching your hand rub your clit as his cock pounded your wet flesh, the loud echoing slaps of skin, the panting and moaning of your despair growing louder, it was all too much. You felt the pressure explode inside you and released your orgasm on him, legs trembling from the overstimulation. Fingers tightening against the supple flesh of your thighs, he finally gave in and coated your walls with his cum with a wild growl.

He pulled his cock out carefully, trying to keep his white load in your open hole. Using his tip, he pushed the pearly white cream from your hole and spread it up and down over your swollen folds to coat you inside and out.

“My girl, my wife, and now my little filthy fucking cumslut” he chuckled breathing heavily as he leaned to kiss you tenderly, holding your face in his hands like a precious jewel to be admired.

“Good thing the kids have soccer practice after school ‘cause I’m only getting started.”

[meau666]

need him

[huggybearhughes43]

Call me?

John Marino x Fem!reader

Summary- John is away for a hockey game against the canes and all he wants to do when he gets back to his hotel room is to call you, his best friend.

Warnings- smut, phone sex, masturbation (m), dirty names, Johnnys sharing a room with someone (😇), itty bitty daddy kink

Words- 1.1k

John had been so busy with his schedule with the NJ Devils that he almost never had time to spend with me. Us two had been best friends since High school then Harvard and were pretty much inseparable since then. Even his twin brother, Paul, considered me family. Today was no different for his lack of time for me. He traveled to Raleigh, North Carolina for a game against the canes. Growing up, I always watched the Canes because that was my family's team but now that I’m so close with John, Itend to only watch the teams that he’s currently on. First the Oilers, then Penguins, and now the Devils. 

Even though I am seven hours away from him at the moment I still turned the game on the tv and watched for John. The game was insanely tight and nerve wracking, going into overtime still 0-0, I knew John would be upset. What made it even worse was the winning goal, the winning goal that the opposing team got. The buzzer going off and sirens going off to let everyone know that the Canes won. I sigh softly and turn off the tv. I pick up my phone and text John to call me when he’s back at the hotel.

I go about my night, laying down for bed, scrolling through my phone in the darkness as I wait for my best friend to call me. I turn on a movie and in about fifteen minutes I hear my phone ring softly. I pause the tv and pick up my phone, my face being softly illuminated by the tv. John looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower, presumably in the bathroom with water dripping out of his curly hair. 

I spoke up first, already knowing how he felt about the game. “Johnny” I smile softly, “I watched the game. You played so well.”. He laughs and shakes his hair then runs his hand through it. He sits his phone on the counter and I become aware that he’s shirtless and just has a towel around his waist. I’m suddenly so glad my face is barely lit up, I knew he couldn't see my face change to a softer red color. “Didn’t play good enough.” he sighs then looks in the mirror, looking disappointed but then he looks at the phone and grabs it, walking out of the bathroom. 

“How was your day, y/n?” he asks in a hush whisper. His face could no longer be seen on facetime, only a dark screen. I just assumed the player he was bunnking with had already gone to bed and he didn’t want to disturb them. I smile softly and start off from the beginning, like John always told me to do. He always wanted to know every detail, boring, exciting, he always wanted to know if I met anyone new or if I saw a pretty sunset. He especially loved hearing about my days when he was away for a game.

“Nothing much, same old same old.” I start off, “I got coffee this morning then went straight to work…” I think for a moment. “Kinley”, my work best friend, “introduced me to her new boyfriend. He was okay I guess, she’s had worse. I got off of work early and went out to eat with my mom at this fancy restaurant down by the coastline.” I smile at the memory, “It was freezing.” I trail off. “I ate those leftovers for dinner and I watched the first two Twilight movies… I’m on the third one now.” I laugh softly. I realize that Johnny has gone quiet but he’s ever this quiet when I talk about my days, he normally comments all through it. 

“Why’d you stop talking?” He asks in a light, breathy voice. I knew something was up and I rolled my eyes. “Thought you got bored of my day.” I smile. “No. K-keep talking.” he tells you and you raise your brows. “I- um, well I mean I watched the game but other than that I didn’t do anything else. You did play well, Though.” “Yeah?” he asks breathlessly. “Yeah.” I responded, “You looked good in that fight too.” I tease and laugh softly. I hear what sounds like a whimper come from his end of the call. “You okay, Johnny?” no response, seconds later he lets out a soft groan. “Johnny?” “Keep talking” he nearly moans out, “Please?”. I finally realize what he’s doing. 

“You could’ve just told me”. Me and John never dated but we were each other's first everything. First kiss, first smoking buddy, first fuck, basically first everything that counts. I sigh and lay back down on my bed. “I could’ve sent you something to help you” I say confidently. “Fuck, y/n… you can’t just make empty promises like that.” He moans, then bites his lip so his roommate doesn’t wake up. “It wasn’t empty… still need help?” “y/n, baby, please be a good girl and help me.” He bites back another moan. “Yes, sir” I say jokingly and set my phone down and pull off my shirt swiftly. I lay back on the bed again but this time I angle the camera so I can show off my bare breasts this time. “Better?” I ask innocently.

He moans out a ‘fuck’ and groans softly. “y/n, baby, I wish I were there to mark those pretty little tits, to cum on them… such a good girl f’me, hm? Like being a good girl for daddy?”. I smirk mischievously, he hasn’t said anything like that since college and it made a pool of wetness form in my panties. “Love being a good girl for you daddy.” I keep my smirk as I move my hand up and squeeze one of my tits, pinching the nipple and rolling it in my finger. “Fuck Johnny,” I whimper, “miss you s’much, wish it were you here doing this f’me.” I slur my words and my lips form into a soft smile as I hear a raspy groan from his end and I knew he was close. “Come on, daddy,” I egg him on, “Cum f’me, pretend you’re cumming in me… god, I wish you were.” I bite my lip and look straight into the camera. 

The flash suddenly comes on his camera, and I get a clear view of his abs twitching as he cums all over his stomach. “Made me make a mess” He huffs teasingly. I laugh softly and readjust the camera as I put my shirt back on then I bring it back to my face as it was at the beginning of the call. “Johnny, baby, get some rest. You gotta travel all the way to Seattle tomorrow.”. He groans in protest, “What about you? There’s no way you aren’t horny right now.” “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me when you come home for the game against the kings, hm?”

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Yall, I kinda ate this one up

[charliehoennam]

home again.

A/N: request made here by @juniebugg and a nonny made here so i decided to mash these two together

Pairing: John Kinley x F!reader

Warnings: Language and smut. No minors, please!

Word count: 2,675

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The dusty gravel of your driveway crunched under the tires of Declan’s truck. You didn’t need to look out the window to know who it was, but you wanted to see him. Make sure he’s alright.

You’d refused to pick John up at the military base. You didn’t want to be anywhere near it. It’d been months since he’d been away and you hated every single second he was gone.

You missed him more than anything in the world. Deep inside, you were thrilled he was finally home and, most importantly, safe. Part of you wanted to race out the door and throw yourself in his arms. The other part, however, wanted to slap him across the face.

Months of his absence – provided only via letters and shitty connections through phone calls or video chats that could never replace his presence – drove you insane.

The only thing that was worse was zero contact. Not knowing if he was dead or alive; that every car that drove by the house would deliver that dreaded folded flag. Sometimes, you questioned why he would want to be in the army in the first place, fighting a war that he has no fault in. How could he just leave you?

You’d thought it would get easier to live with after you got married. Turned out, it wasn’t.

John called out for you and spotted you by the window where he’d caught you staring out of just before you moved away to hide. He read your resistance right off the bat.

“Hey, honey” he smiled as he set his army green bag on the floor in the hallway. “Don’t I get a kiss huh?”He tried to joke to loosen you up.

There was definitely tension in the air that he’d detected even before walking in, but he wanted to avoid conflict on his first day home. He’d missed you just as much as you’d missed him; there was no doubt the distance was hard on both sides. Yet you felt he was to blame since it was his choice to reenlist. You were there. You’d always be there.

You pulled away as he tried to pull you into his arms and marched back into the kitchen where you’d been making his favorite: Fettucine alfredo with crispy bits of Italian sausage. 

“Something smells real good.” His attempts were getting nowhere. “Come on, baby. Is this how it’s gonna be every time I come home?”

“You could just stay home.” You shrugged as you continued stirring the pot of white sauce before dipping a spoon to taste-test the flavor.

“We’re really gonna do this? Again?” He scoffed running a hand over his tired face.

“Do you really expect me to be all bright smiles when you were literally gone for 9 months in the middle of God knows where? After 11 days of sheer silence, I just found 6 days ago that you weren’t dead, John.”

“I thought that would be something to be happy about.” His brows furrowed.

“I am happy you’re alive, John. But I did also spend 11 days thinking you might have been dead!”

“That wasn’t my fault! We got ambushed by an IED in the middle of nowhere. We lost the RV and had to trek through the goddamn desert. You think I wanted that happen?!”

“Then you shouldn’t have relisted! I just don’t get it! Why would you want to go back to that?!”

“You don’t have to get anything! You’re acting like this is all new to you! You knew I was in the Army before, that it wouldn’t change when we got married!”

“Maybe I’d hope it would! So crucify me for thinking that maybe my husband would want to actually be home with me after getting married!” 

Your argument only escalated after that. John was angry and you were furious. A blur of loud voices, searing tears and fists pounding on walls and countertops. At some point, he had decided to blow off some steam and slammed the front door shut as he left to have a drink at the bar. He didn’t want to get drunk or talk to anybody. He just wanted to get out of there before you’d both said things that couldn’t be taken back.

Sat on a tall stool with a beer bottle cradled in his hands, he stared into nothingness wanting to forget everything. However, his mind found itself returning to you. To your scent that lingered on his clothes after his hug. To your warmth against his chest and arms. Fuck, he missed you badly and he hated that he couldn’t fucking forget it.

After pushing himself off the stool, he drove home in silence and cautiously stepped over the threshold. His eyes scanned the house as he made his way in, searching for any indication that could explain your current state. But he found only silence. A daunting calmness in the shadows of the home as the streets casted their lights in attempt to chase the gloom. But when his eyes landed on a pillow stacked upon of a folded-up blanket, he shook his head and ignored your punishment.

That was his limit. The final drop to overflow the flood he’d spent hours trying to contain.

You tossed and turned in bed, wondering if you had gone too far. You reflected on his words. He wasn’t wrong. You knew the Army was important to him going into the relationship. You knew that when you said yes when he asked you to marry him. You knew that when you said “I do” at the altar.

He felt his blood boil again as he marched up the stairs with his pillow under his arm. The door flew up open and he strode into the room, avoiding your bewildered gaze as you propped yourself up on your elbow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned angrily. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“The hell I am. I spent nine months away. I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

You could hear the tinge of impatience in his voice. He sat at the edge of his side on the bed to untie his boots and set them aside with a thud muffled by the carpet.

“You’re not sleeping here, John.”

“You can sleep on the couch if you want, but I’m sleeping right here.”

“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?”

“Oh, I am huh? How about you? You’re the one that’s acting like a fucking child.”

You sat up in disbelief, ready for round two of your argument.

“Just don’t. I’m tired and I wanna sleep.” He stated as he laid back against his pillow, back turned to you.

“You think it’s fucking easy? You think it’s easy having you miles away, with no notice if you’re even alive? I thought you were dead, John!”

He was ready to snap back with his defense, but the tears building in your eyes warned him not to. Instead, his jaw clenched as he held his gaze on you.

“I spent night crying my fucking eyes out thinking you weren’t coming home this time! Just to get up the next day and pretend like everything was alright! Do you know how emotionally exhausting this has been for me?!”

He hadn’t thought about that. Guilt settled in his chest and started to build in his throat as he listened to your rant, which soon brought you to sob.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m home…” he whispered pulling you into his strong arms, wrapping them around you.

Any resistance you had melted away against his warmth. You gave in and buried your face into his neck.

“I’m home. I’m with you and everything’s alright. Everything’s alright now.” he repeated as he soothed you with gentle kisses on the crown of your head. His palm rubbed circles against your back.

Your body was yearning for him. He could tell from the way your nails clung onto his shirt. His fingers lifted your chin to catch your gaze.

“Look at me. I’m right here. I’m with you and I’m not going anywhere, alright?” he whispered with a thumb wiping your tears away.

“I got you, hm?”

Sealing his promise with a kiss, your body softened and accepted his kiss. Then his tongue. You could feel it building in your core. That familiar lust that had haunted you during his absence. That craving that couldn’t be quenched.

Like magnets, your bodies had lost against the invisible pull. His hands slipped down to your thighs, guiding them as you straddled his lap.  The heated kiss was unbroken until your hands tugged at his olive-green shirt to release it from the tuck of his camouflaged pants. You helped him pull it off over his head as he helped you remove the Pink Floyd t-shirt that once belonged to him before becoming your favorite nightgown.

 As your lips collided once again – more feverish than before –, your hands roamed down to unbuckle his belt. The metal clinked as it hit the floor. John wasted no time to lay you down against the mattress. You needed him and there he finally was to take care of you. God, how he’d missed your taste.

He whispered continuous praises as his bushy beard brushed against your delicate skin, peppering kisses down to your breasts. His mouth closed around your hardening nipples, suckling them with eyes closed to relish their fullness and warmth.

“My beautiful wife. Missed you so fucking much.”

His hand kneaded each of them as he squeezed your flesh to his face. He could’ve stayed there forever, but he was eager to please you.

He forced himself up as he stood back on his knees, sat against his heels. His gaze on you was loving as if admiring a sculpture he’d carved from his own dreams. “I love you�� fell from his lips over and over again, like a prayer in between the tender kisses he pressed against your legs, lifting them to rest against his broad shoulders. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them up your legs and tosses them to the floor. His eyes locked on yours was more than enough to cause your core to puddle. You could feel the slick building with every kiss.

He wasted no time settling between your thighs, trailing his kisses over your outer labia. This was about making you feel good. Making it sink into your brain that he was finally fucking home.

With your legs bent up over his shoulders, he moaned as he buried his mouth against your plush slick flush. One hand slid up to your breast as the other locked its fingers with your own. You moaned and wiggled against him.

He devoured you and smiled to himself as he watched the way your body arched in pleasure. The salty sweet taste of you liquefied his insides. He could feel him twitching as his cock hardened on the bed. After months of bottling in all his desires and having to satisfy himself with his hand and a photo of you in lingerie, his thirst for you was erupting beyond control. He had to remind himself that this was going to be about you.

His hips began rocking against the bed at the sounds your body was making. He was so eager to fuck you, but he had to contain himself to make it last. Yet his hunger for you had his hips grinding against the mattress, aching for any type of friction he could get as he battled with his self-control. His cock spasmed in his pants with every gentle tug on his hair or scrape of your nails on his scalp.  

With his tongue building up your orgasm, it lapped over your folds and concentrated on the overly sensitive nub. He swiped and swiveled over it; the pressure in your depths grew into hot white pleasure. You weren’t going to last much longer.

The hand on your breast slid down your scorching skin to hold your hips firmly in place as you wriggled, wrestling against the implosion and failing terrible to resist until you finally caved in. Your body trembled as your legs shut on either side of his head. He smiled as he proudly admired your reaction, enjoying how quickly your chest rose and fell. The leaking precum from his dick was beginning to sink through his boxers and pants; he was almost certain he’d left a wet spot on the bedsheet.

He lifted himself off and was unable to wait any longer. He needed to feel you on his cock. Kicking his pants off provided you a moment to regain yourself and admired the way his muscles contracted under his skin. This big burly man was yours, all yours.

As he crawled back between your legs and aligned himself to penetrate, you both watched his head slowly push in through your soaking pussy in burning anticipation lathered with only the spit on his fingertips.

His eyes closed tightly shut as he bottomed out and held himself there for a moment, controlling his own increasing implosion.

You could tell he was struggling a bit between satisfying you both and giving into his own carnal needs. You cradled the sides of his face and gently guided him down to kiss him in an attempt to distract him from the wonderful hug of your cunt on his cock.

With an arm propped on the side of your head, he kissed you hungrily as his hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh and pushed your hips against his. His groin brushing on your swollen nub sent fireworks bursting through your nerves, forcing a shy moan from your throat. He smiled and pulled his head back to look down at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As his lips latched onto your neck, his hips pulled back and slowly thrusted forward to begin his pace. Slow and gentle, but so deliciously full and stretched. You held your breath with every push and pull of his cock, clenching around it to hold him inside. You’d never let him go if you could. His cock in you made you feel so completed like this is where you both were meant to be.

His pace started to quicken. A sheen coat of sweat glazed your bodies in the cool blue light of the moon that rained in from the tall windows of your bedroom. The searing heat had begun to bubble from the inside out, oozing from your desperate desire to feel each other deeper.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed out the open door and into the hallway. His balls slammed against your perineum as your wetness began coating the bedsheet underneath, staining it with remnants of love and lust.

With labored breaths, he hugged you tightly against him with his other arm. It was building up in you for the second time and you could tell it was building in him as well. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your toes curled against his hips. The tight embrace of your pussy as you came again had him frantically hammering into you as praises flooded out from his lips.

“Feel so fucking good for me. I-I fucking love you, baby. L-love you so much.”

Releasing you to lock your fingers together, he shuddered with a deep moan and slowed to a stop. You milked every drop. The hot load filled you with an incomparable warmth in your depths. Your walls were coated in his pearly white seed.

He panted as he held himself in your cunt for a moment longer until he finally pulled out and collapsed beside you. You turned on your side to face him. His hands reached out for you and pulled you into his arms. Perfectly nestled against his hairy chest, you smiled to yourself. His heart beating against your ear was the final reminder that he was home. He was here and he was all yours.

[gyllenhaalstories]

MASTERLIST SORTED BY JAKE'S CHARACTERS

last update: july 19

with the new theme, i decided to do a bit of housekeeping! below the read more, you will find a list of all of the CHARACTER related fics. it can be nice to find your way through the rpf, but it's also helpful for me to keep track of which character i wrote for. i will update this post from time to time with new fics and potentially new characters! (divider credits: @/saradika-graphics)

DO NOT REPOST, STEAL OR COPY my fics. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Anthony Swofford

"Who Hurt You?" trope drabble (angst)

Tommy Cahill

Look In The Mirror (smut)

Snowed In (smut)

Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (smut)

Childhood Friends to Lovers trope drabble (angst & fluff)

Jamie Randall

Oh So Charming (smut)

Very Trainable (smut)

Detective Loki

Cell Block Tango (smut) 

Something to Rely On (fluff)

Fortune Cookie (smut)

Northern Lights (fluff)

Davis Mitchell

Tu es Jolie (smut)

Pillow Talk (fluff)

Jerry Brinson

Works Like a Charm (smut)

Morf Vandewalt

Blue Velvet (smut)

Quentin Beck

High Horse (angst)

Joe Baylor

To Be So Lonely (smut)

To Be So Lonely Part 2 (smut)

Danny Sharp

Set Fire to The Rain (smut)

Break Room (smut)

Bubble Gum (smut)

We're Not Cowboys (fluff)

John Kinley

Fireworks (smut)

One Bed trope drabble (fluff)

Elwood Dalton

Leg Lock (smut)

Chokehold (smut)

Elwood Dalton and plus size!reader headcanons (fluff & smut)

Freak Like Me (smut)

Fake Dating trope drabble (angst & fluff)

Rusty Sabich

Alibi (smut)

What Goes Around Comes Around Part 1 (fluff, angst & smut + Barbara Sabich)

What Goes Around Comes Around Part 2 (angst & smut + Barbara Sabich)

Fetish (smut)

[gyllenhaalstories]

hii can i please make a request where the reader is a young model and dating Jake? but with angst (could be jealousy, their jobs, age gap, anything tbh) I NEED SOME ANGST WITH JAKE PLEASE AND THANK YOU

hi anon!!! 💖 this is such an interesting request, thank you for sending it! unfortunately, i don't feel comfortable writing for that specific job. i have very few morals, but writing about the modelling industry is where i draw the line. it's just not for me 🥲 and neither is angst, i'm so bad at it! buttttt i'll keep that in mind and try to include angst in a future fic. i'm begging the gods of fanfics that i get time and inspiration to write again! i'm sorry, but i have to decline this request but i gathered a list of angsty fics that i highly recommend! i hope you will find one that you haven't read yet!

Jake:

Heartbreakingly yours by @gyll-yee-haw (literally one of the best fics i've ever read!)

This request of age gap smut by @gyll-yee-haw (i love maria so much everything she writes is gold)

Marriage by @gyllenflower (i read it again while gathering fics for this list, i am in pain </3)

Emblem of Roses series by @jakegooglyeyes (the queen of writing herself!!! words fail to express how much i love nat and her amazing series, it's absolutely breathtaking and she writes angst like no other!)

Detective Loki:

Poison and Wine series by @det-loki (i'm waiting for the perfect rainy night to sit by the open window and enjoy as much of this masterpiece as i can in one go, it's SO GOOD! star captures loki in such a perfect way!)

This cute angsty Det Loki fic by @gyllenflower (I miss their writing so much, look at all this talent!)

Forgiven by @charliehoennam (det loki our beloved angsty king!!! super duper talented writer! i also recommend julie's anthony swofford series!)

John Kinley:

Home Again by @charliehoennam (i am in love with this fic and with john!!!)

we are so lucky to have amazing writers like these people in the fandom! if you guys have suggestions and recommendations of angsty fics of jake & company that i didn't include, let me know! 💖

[charliehoennam]

s/o for the header and divide

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

NO MINORS

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

REBLOG

I WRITE F!READER UNLESS REQUESTED OTHERWISE

last update: JULY 19TH, 2024

Although I have written for other characters, I have decided to write for Charlie Hunnam's and Jake Gyllenhaal characters only.

Charlie Hunnam: Jackson Teller, Arthur Pendragon, Raymond Smith, Percy Fawcett, Henri "Papillon" Charrière, William “Ironhead” Miller, Bob Frey Jr., Kai, Stanley Kaminski

Jake Gyllenhaal: John Kinley, Danny Sharp, David Loki, Quentin Beck, Anthony Swofford, Brian Taylor, Lou Bloom, Tommy Cahill, Elwood Dalton, Rusty Sabich

If you read something you like, PLEASE REBLOG. Sharing is caring, my dudes. Help me help you 💕

If any of the links do not work, please let me know so I can fix them as soon as possible. Here’s my list in alphabetical order ( * means smut is mentioned) Enjoy!😉

B O Y D H O L B R O O K

Amos Jenkins - little distractions series: part one / two

Doug Cleary - better luck next time

Peter Kristo - alrighty aphrodite

Quinn Mckenna - welcome home, captain * - quarantine pick-me-ups and eat-me-outs *

Steve Murphy - when the levee breaks*

William "Cap" Hatfield - untitled * 

C H A R L I E H U N N A M

Arthur Pendragon - untitled

Jackson Teller - patch-ups at 2 - untitled * - black-leathered prince

Raymond Smith - in sickness and in health - please and thank you *

William "Ironhead" Miller - drowned - the getaway - aftermath - birthday bliss * - forever home - feral love *

J A K E G Y L L E N H A A L

Anthony Clarie/Adam Bell - karma's kiss

Anthony Swofford series - 1: the set up / 2: the letter* / 3: the road trip*

Billy Hope - fists of fury

Brian Taylor - rainy day in

Danny Sharp - danny, the devil *(dark themes)

David Loki - sfw alphabet - forgiven - the dinner party * - dinner date - cat-n-mouse - beyond the badge series: one / two / three / four / five * - just need you * - to the moon - (his) birthday girl

Elwood Dalton - hero's homestead

Louis Bloom angel series (dark themes)*: one / two / three

John Kinley - untitled - take it all * - home again *

Quentin Beck - the conception *(dark themes)

Rusty Sabich - belong to no one else * - primetime *

Tommy Cahill - love in disguise * - from cramps to comfort

J O N B E R N T H A L

Frank Castle - old flame  - untitled * - vindicated *

Shane Walsh - saving shane * - untitled * 

P E D R O P A S C A L

Javier Pena - heat wave *

T O M H A R D Y

Alfie Solomons - my kitchen, my rules - faults of the father - gentle giant - in the dark series: prelude(ish) / part one / two  - untitled - first time for everything - sweet stranger series: part one / two

James Delaney - velvet dreams *

Reggie Kray - midnight lovers *

Tommy Conlon - surprise, surprise - quiet now - 2 o'clock stubble

V I K I N G S

Bjorn Ragnarsson - bjorn’s new wife *

Hvitserk Ragnarsson - to the rescue(s) - the funeral series: part one / two *

Ivar Ragnarsson - romantically series: part one / two * - playing dead

Ragnar Lothbrok - freed series : part one / two

Sigurd Ragnarsson - in solitude *

Ubbe Ragnarsson - poor little omega * (A/B/O) - learn to listen

[gyllenhaalstories]

last update: september 18 (new fic!) 🍂  

MOST RECENT UPLOADS:

bodies in the sand (elwood dalton fluff & smut)

fetish (rusty sabich smut)

what goes around comes around part 1 and what goes around comes around part 2 (barbara and rusty sabich, fluff & angst & smut)

my gifs 🍊

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DON’T use them for fanfics without crediting or using the search feature. DON’T edit them at all without messaging me first. DON’T repost them on tumblr. DON’T post them on twitter or instagram or pinterest or anywhere else. DON’T steal my gifs & photo edits or take credit for them. if i see my content being used without any mention of my blog and without proper credit, i will contact you and you must remove them and/or delete the post with stolen content. please credit my gifs and edits.  

jake edit tag / jake gifs tag

presumed innocent content masterlist

road house content masterlist

rules 🍊

YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER. please respect this. it’s a security for both you and me. the warnings are tagged on the actual posts, so make sure you read them so you’re not triggered by something. it is your responsibility to read the warnings and respect your boundaries. YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO READ ALL OF MY FICS.

unless stated otherwise, the reader is female. the details of reader’s appearance are kept vague, however ALL OF MY FICS ARE INTENDED FOR PLUS SIZE READERS despite not being tagged as such every time. i always write with a plus size reader in mind, which means positions and actions might get repetitive but they are more suitable for fat bodies. fatphobia will NOT be tolerated.

i do write a lot of real people fiction. they are and always will be works of fiction. i don’t write hardcore or dark kinks, although i experiment from time to time and i make sure everything is tagged accordingly. if a warning is missing, please contact me and i will rectify the situation.

i write when i have both time and inspiration to do so, and i rarely have both. i appreciate receiving requests, but i mainly write what i want to write. i can still take inspiration from the requests! but if you are searching for a quick fulfillment of a request, i suggest finding another writer. thank you for being patient.

DO NOT TRANSLATE OR STEAL OR COPY OR REPOST MY WORK.

who i write for 🍊

main: jake gyllenhaal

characters *: adam bell, danny sharp, davis mitchell, detective loki, elwood dalton, jamie randall, jerry brinson, joe baylor, john kinley, lou bloom, morf vandewalt, quentin beck, rusty sabich & tommy cahill

tropes: dilf, dad’s best friend, best friend’s dad, best friend, neighbour, enemies/friends to lovers, teacher, ex, sub or switch, broadway, singer, etc.

* masterlist of my fics for jake’s characters

how to navigate 🍊

click on the titles of the stories to be redirected to the original post. if you find out that some links are broken and lead you nowhere, please, tell me about it.

FANFICS 🍊

You’re doing amazing sweetie Part 1 & Finals Finale Part 2 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x student!reader)

Funfetti Lingerie (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Time to Dance & Tomorrow Never Came (inspired by Jake Gyllenhaal in the Time to Dance music video)

Christmas edition: Extraordinary Merry Christmas Part 1 (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader) & EMC Part 2 (vanilla smut between Tom Holland x reader)

Come Sail Away (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

La Paura Del Buio (smut between Italy!Jake x reader)

To Be So Lonely (smut between Joe Baylor x reader)

To Be So Lonely Part 2 (smut between Joe Baylor x reader)

Red Velvet (smut between sub!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Oh So Charming (smut between doctor!Jamie Randall x reader)

Let It Ring (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Look In The Mirror (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)

Aquamarine, Ocean’s Blue (smut between Paris!Jake x reader)

Set Fire to The Rain (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)

Blue Velvet (smut between Morf Vandewalt x reader)

Distraction (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Mamma Mia (smut between Italy!Jake x reader)

Tu es Jolie (smut between Davis Mitchell x reader)

Through the Afternoon (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake x Plus size!reader)

Break Room (smut between Danny Sharp x reader)

Shadow Speaking (smut between vampire!Jake x reader)

Fade (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Works Like a Charm (smut between Jerry Brinson x reader)

Snowed In (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader)

Cherish (smut between Chocolatier!Jake x reader)

Cherish Part 2 (smut between Chocolatier!Jake x reader)

Leg Lock (smut between Elwood Dalton x reader)

Un pari à Paris (smut between Sugar Daddy!Jake x reader)

Something to Rely On (fluff between Detective Loki x reader) 

Very Trainable (smut between Jamie Randall x reader) 

Bubble Gum (smut between Danny Sharp x reader) 

Pillow Talk (fluff between Davis Mitchell x reader) 

Come On, Barbie! Let’s Go Party! (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader) 

Don’t Let the Grinch Steal Christmas (smut between Tommy Cahill x reader) 

Chokehold (smut between sub!Elwood Dalton x reader)

Fortune Cookie (smut between Detective Loki x reader)

Count it Down (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Freak Like Me (smut between Elwood Dalton x Plus size!reader)

Freak Like Me Part 2 Coming Soon

We’re Not Cowboys (comfort/fluff between Danny Sharp x reader) 

Northern Lights (fluff between Detective Loki x reader)

And Live From New York It’s... Sunday Morning (fluff & smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Alibi (angst & smut between Rusty Sabich x reader)

What Goes Around Comes Around (fluffy, angst & smut between Barbara Sabich x Rusty Sabich x reader)

What Does Around Comes Around Part 2 (angst & smut between Barbara Sabich x Rusty Sabich x reader) 

Fireworks (smut between John Kinley x reader)

Fetish (smut between Rusty Sabich x reader) 

Bodies In The Sand (fluff & smut between Elwood Dalton x reader)*** Newest fic

REQUESTS 🍊

The risqué subway (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Happy little accident, part 1 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Happy little accident, part 2 (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Where do you think you’re going? (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

The dining table (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Clair de lune (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

High Horse (angst between Quentin Beck x reader)

Lush (smut between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

Cell Block Tango (smut between Detective Loki x reader) 

Stand in the sun (fluff between Jake Gyllenhaal x reader)

HEADCANONS 🍊

Boyfriend!Jake headcanons

Best Friend!Jake headcanons part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4 (different storyline)

Dad!Jake headcanons: Build a Bear & Part 2.

Leo Gyllenhaal (reader and Jake’s dog) & Part 2

Valentine’s Day with Jake headcanons

Fratboy!Jake headcanons

Hickeys headcanons for Jake

Elwood Dalton and Plus size!reader headcanons

MISC 🍊

Your camera roll if Jake Gyllenhaal was your boyfriend 

Jake helping you when you have your period Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3

Spin the wheel drabbles: Anthony Swofford & Tommy Cahill & John Kinley & Elwood Dalton)

Gyllenholland one shot: Movie Matinée.

Gyllenholland x Reader one shot: Adore you (Birthday boy!Jake, MFM threesome).

You Won’t Play, You’re No Fun (smut between Chris Evans x reader) 

A Midsummer Night’s Dream (smut between Tom Hiddleston x reader)

KINKMAS 2020 (prompt list) 🍊

Vanilla Sex with Tom Holland

Edging with Jamie Randall

Breeding Kink with Tom Holland

Degradation & Public Sex with (rapper!)Jake Gyllenhaal

Blow job & Praise Kink with (frat!)Tom Holland

Cockwarming with (Mob!)Jake Gyllenhaal

Thigh Humping & Praise Kink with Tom Holland

Thigh Humping with Quentin Beck

Public Sex with (rapper!)Jake Gyllenhaal

Degradation Kink & Boob job with Tom Holland

Breeding Kink with Jake Gyllenhaal

Kinkmas tag

KINKMAS 2021 (introduction) 🍊

Day 1: Cum play & Aftercare with Sub!Jake

Day 2: Titty fuck with Sugar Daddy!Jake

Day 3: Public sex & Cockwarming with Fratboy!Jake

about me 🍊

Laurie, she/her, 26 years-old, Virgo

Bisexual & Biromantic

French speaking Canadian

AO3 (tbd)

images credits 🍊

Icon by me @/gyllenhaalstories 

Header graphic by me @/gyllenhaalstories

Top photo by me @/gyllenhaalstories

Fall divider by @/saradika-graphics