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Rocks at your window

- Donnie Darko ౨ৎ

Summary: Donnie sneaks through your window. You’re basically in a situationship.

Warnings: christian themes, cheating, Donnie is a creep, dom!Donnie, oral (f receiving), fingering, corruption/innocence.

Word count: 1050 ish

Notes: Maybe this is a bit rushed but it is what it is. Prob typos cause I’m lazy.

You were just about to fall asleep as the sound of rocks smattering against your window woke you up and had your eyes wide open. You reluctantly got up and gave Donnie a tired, half smile.

He climbed up the tree next to your window, and you let him in. Of course you did. Even though your parents hated him, even though he never showed up for church and even though your high school football boyfriend wanted him dead. This was your rebellion against it all.

He landed on your floor, his black converse stark against the pink rug. This wasn’t his first time here, yet his eyes still scanned your room as if it was. Maybe he liked to remind himself who he was corrupting. His eyes grazed the cross above your bed, the locked diary on your bedside table (which he snooped through whenever you went to the bathroom) and your pristine, white, unstained sheets. A testament to how unskilled your boyfriend was.

Donnie sat down on your bed. This was part of the routine. You plopped down next to him. Exchanged small talk. How are you? You looked nice at school today. Does your mom know you pin your skirt like that? This always ended in you blushing and him egging you on. “I read a bit of your diary last time I was here” Donnie spoke and your eyes instantly widened. “You really think about me when he fucks you?”

You felt like slipping through the mattress. You hated that word. “I didn’t think anyone would read it” you mumbled, as if it would save you. Donnie smiled at you, his ego multiplying by thousands. “He doesn’t do it like me?” Now it was a straight home-run, he had successfully caught you in his web. You shook your head. Getting trapped in recent memories of your boyfriend pushing your head down and flipping you over, quietly getting himself off as your mind slipped elsewhere.

Donnie’s hands crawled up your thighs beneath the night gown. “He doesn’t do this?” A light finger circled your clit through your panties. Your eyes shut close in an attempt to keep it together. “No” you managed to get out through your gritted teeth. “Not a very good boyfriend then.”

Donnie laid you down against your pillows, he always wanted you face up. You thought it was romantic, in reality he did it so he could watch you struggle to keep your mouth shut.

He pulled your underwear to the side and ran a finger through your wetness. “How long has my dirty girl gone without it?” His thumb spread the slick over your clit. “Two da-“ You began but quickly got interrupted. “No, not since you had sex, Since you came” Donnie clarified. Your eyes didn’t know where to look. You looked up, but the cross stared back down at you. So you settled on looking at Donnie, even though it felt like too much. “Two weeks.” Donnie gave you a pout, equally cruel as it was sweet. “Sweet girl can’t do it without me?” He said as one of his fingers entered you. He had the same look as the one you give the hunted rabbits on national geographic.

You didn’t know how to respond his question. Not because you didn’t have an answer, but because you weren’t sure if you could get the words out. So, instead, you whined and moved your hips down against his finger. You didn’t want him to go slow, though, Donnie might be tough to convince tonight. See, he had just jerked off to a picture of you before he came over. The one from the year book, where you’re sitting with your girlfriends on the grass in the sun. With a flower tucked behind your ear and a broad smile. To say he was spent was an understatement.

He entered another finger, and you had to bite your knuckle. If your parents found out, they’d most likely kill both of you. Donnie kept the torturous pace. His favorite part was when you couldn’t take it anymore and had to confess what you needed from him. He wasn’t about to give up seeing this sweet girl spout profanity tonight.

You gave Donnie a sigh. “Not enough?” he shot back. Your shaking head was met with a “dirty girl”, but no chance in action. You had played this game before and knew your way out was to speak. It made your chest clench when you did, but your thighs did the same; resulting in your head spinning with prayers, unclear to whom. “Want your mouth.” It was barely a whisper. Your cheeks flushed with shame and arousal.

Donnie dragged your underwear down, discarding them on your floor. He folded up your gown and laid down on his stomach, taking a second to appreciate the view.

The first moves of his tongue were frustrating. It circled around your folds and around your clit, never actually settling on it. His hot breath fanned against your wetness. Just as anger almost began to bubble inside you, he licked a stripe up from your hole to your clit. And stayed there, working small circles on it.

Even though Donnie was sure there was nothing left in him, he couldn’t help but slightly rut against your sheets. He had missed you so terribly recently. Finally, he was tasting you again, which was a hundred times better and more intense than burying his face in your stolen panties. The thought of your oblivion to this had him enveloping his lips around you.

You winced at the upped stimulation, his tongue flicked against you while the suction had you pulsating. Your hands grabbed onto his hair as you tried your best not to push him harder against you. His name echoed in your head as the pressure built, your thighs hugging the sides of his face.

You came with a held back, strained moan. Donnie’s chin was glistening as he came up smiling at you. After a kiss, he was out again, running across the street to his house.

Before falling asleep, you picked up your diary and wrote his name over and over again.

No one:  Tom Holland: “It’s kinda like every young actor’s dream to be called a bitch by Sam Jackson”

Jake Gyllenhaal had me CRYING in his part on the John Mulaney and the Sack Lunch Bunch

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Me jumping to any content that includes a celebrity I’m obsessed with in an unhealthy amount:

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Study Session

Summary: Donnie and the reader are childhood friends going to college together and feelings run hot one night working on a biology project

Warnings: Shmut (sub! Donnie and unprotected sex, wrap it up folks, unprotected is only fun in fiction and monogamous relationships!)

Pairing: Donnie Darko x Fem! Reader

Notes: so like the smut was fun but I loved writing the dialogue between reader and Donnie, it was so fun to imagine them being tired and frustrated with their assignment and blaming the flies. First smut post hope y'all enjoy! (I did not proofread this have mercy on me). Divider by @saradika-graphics

Donnie and you had been friends as long as you could remember. You had grown up next door neighbors, running around the neighborhood, poking salamanders and making mud castles. Then later as soon as you got your license, the two of you drove around looking for anything to do in your sleepy Iowa town. You'd been together forever, always had each other's backs and been there for each other through your darkest moments. You knew almost everything about Donnie, except one thing. What you didn't know was that he had been pining after you since he could recognize the difference between girls and boys. You didn't know that he had picked the college he did simply because you were going there and he couldn't stand the thought of not being able to see you. And you didn't know that every night Donnie lay awake with his hand in his pants and his eyes closed, thinking of the way your hair smelled and how the sun shone off your skin. He was addicted to you, obsessed. One time you left your hoodie at his dorm, he had cherished it. He kept it in a box in his closet, secluded and safe, taking it out to bury his face in your scent as he rutted helplessly into his bed. The poor boy wanted you so bad it hurt. Of course it wasn't just that he thought you were hot, a lot of girls were hot, no it was the fact that you never treated him like a bomb about to go off, never looked at him like he might snap and run at you with a broken glass. You treated him like a normal friend, even after the shit show with the flooded school and the inspirational speakers house. But the fact that you were everything he ever wanted in a girl, strong, confident and forceful, didn't hurt.

Now Donnie was smart and Donnie was brave but he was terrified to admit any of this to you. He was so scared of ruining what you had that he held it back, content with his fantasies and his right hand, left if he was feeling adventurous.

One night you were sitting together, chewing your pencils and scratching your head over a biology project. The results of your trials weren't lining up the way they were supposed to and you just couldnt figure out what was going wrong. Donnie sat back with a sigh and stretched his cramped back.

"I dunno man have you considered that maybe the flies are just fucking stupid or something?" He asked, to frustrated to think of any actual ideas "maybe tomorrow we can print off an instruction manual of what they're supposed to do and they can read it with their weird ass little eyes"

You huffed a distracted laugh as you looked over the spreadsheets for the millionth time

"Sure let's tell them that they're giving they're larvae the wrong birth defects and that they need to try harder" You let your head fall, thumping against the textbook on your mattress

"I don't know what's going wrong, maybe the dosages in the food is wrong?" You asked, voice muffled. Donnie looked down at you. Your were laying on your stomach and your shirt had rode up, exposing the dip of your back. He swallowed, funny how an inch of exposed skin and the curve of your ass in shorts could make his brain short circuit.

"Yeah uh, we could try that"

You looked back, frowning slightly.

"You good Donnie? You look all sweaty are you sick?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Donnie gave a bright and only slightly forced smile and gave you a thumbs up. As soon as you turned away he hurriedly grabbed a throw pillow and held it on top of his lap. He groaned internally, why did he always feel like this in the most inconvenient times? He didn't want to be one of those gross guy best friends that only spend time with a girl because they want to fuck her, but he needed you so badly. He could have drooled over the sight of the how your clothes hugged your body, how your shoulder moved as you turned pages.

Donnie took a deep breath, he couldn't stand it anymore. Even if you rejected him it would still be better than this halfway hell of agonizing over you day and night

"Y/N, I..I wanna..I gotta say something" Donnie mumbled, twisting the tassels on your pillow. You sat up and looked at him.

"Is it why you been acting so weird for the last 20 minutes?" You asked, pushing your hair back "do I have something stuck in my teeth?" You lifted your hand to your mouth in worry.

"Nonono, your teeth look great, you look great , I-" Donnie flushed with nerves. He could string together a rant about smurfs or rabbits or why he hated fakey VHS messiahs but as soon as he wanted to just say he liked you it was all jumbled up. You were so close to him, he could see the faint freckles on your nose. He didn't think about doing it, he just knew that a moment later his lips were pressed to yours and it was everything he ever wanted. He didn't care if you slapped him and never wanted to speak again, it was worth it for a moment of feeling your plush lips and being enveloped in your scent. He broke away, lips parted and pupils blown wide.

“Sorry uh-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before you had pushed him back onto the bed, kissing him hard. Donnie moaned and threaded his hands into your hair. You were both inexperienced and the kiss was all tongue and teeth but still the heat pooled in your core. You pulled away for a moment to breathe, looking down at Donnie. His lips were swollen and pink, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed.

“Y/N, fuck, need..need you" he whimpered, tugging at your waist band. He felt like his brain was melting, you were so pretty and he was so hard and he needed you so badly it hurt.

“Please-please I-” Donnie felt you wrap a hand around his cock and he gave a whimper that sounded like he was about to cry.

"Need what?” You teased. You knew full well what he wanted, your pussy warm and wet around him. But you weren't going to let him have it that easy, he'd get spoiled.

“Wanna fuck you, please Y/N, I'll make you feel so good I just need you, needa be inside you.." Donnie begged, pressing kisses to your neck and face. “Please" he whispered into your skin, drunk on the strawberry scent of your body wash.

“So polite aren't you?" You murmured to Donnie as you cradled his face in one hand. You shifted your legs to pull off your shorts. Donnie looked down with wide eyes and swallowed dryly.

“Cat got your tongue?" You laughed as you tugged down his pants and boxers to his knees. Donnie looked back at you. His eyes were huge, they always were but this time they seemed almost glassy with awe.

“You're so pretty" he whispered, lifting his hands to your hips. You smiled and kissed him slowly as you sank down onto him. Donnie groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking unconsciously. It felt so much better than he could have imagined, tight and hot and velvet soft, rippling around him. He bit his lip trying not to cum instantly. A shock of electric pleasure shot through him when you started to ride him. He couldn't control the sounds he made. He didn't know if he was talking or whimpering or what but his mouth was open, praise and pleasure dripping from his lips.

“Feel so good inside me" you panted, hips raising and falling, the obscene sound of your skin together filling the dorm. Your hips burned but the pleasure was enough you couldn't stop. You were lost in the pleasure when you felt Donnie grab your hips, halting your movement. You looked down in confusion, seeing Donnie with his eyes clenched closed.

“Donnie? Are..are you ok?" What if he wanted to stop? Had you done something wrong?

“Just..just gotta..hold on for a second" Donnie mumbled, face flushing red. His cock throbbing, desperate to cum. You looked down at him, a knowing grin spreading across your face

“Were you about to cum?" You asked, mirth in your voice. Donnie flushed even redder

“Not my fault you're..fucking good at this!" He protested, taking a few deep breaths to back himself away from the edge. You laughed, your head tipping back. Donnie couldn't believe how beautiful you were. He gripped your hips again, thrusting his hips up. The tight wet heat was intoxicating, he felt like he could drown in your scent and die a happy man. You were his goddess and his altar and he would worship any way he could. As you started to move again Donnie bit back a whimper as his cock throbbed.

“So pretty, so fucking pretty" he whispered, pressing his lips to your neck. Your lips pressed together in a messy and desperate kiss. Donnie fucked you like he wanted to be part of you, whimpering desperate pleas and praises as he thrust his hips up automatically. He could feel his climax building, rushing up on him and he gripped your hips tightly.

“Can’t-nnh-can’t stop-Y/N-” he grunted, he could feel your hot breath panting on his neck as you bounced above him. He reached down and pressed two fingers to your clit, rubbing in a circular motion, entranced by how wet you were. The additional stimulus made your brain short circuit and you gave a breathy moan, Donnie wanted to record that and play it on loop until he came dry.

"hh-fuck-hh” Donnie couldn't string together a sentence as he held himself back from cumming. He didn't want to cum before you, he wanted to serve you, to be good. Above him he felt you seize, your pussy rippling around him as you gasped. He felt a gush of slickness over his hand and he couldn't help himself, cumming hard with a whimpering moan of your name. As he lay, panting and sweaty with you laying on his chest one thought crossed his mind.

“Best fucking study sesh ever"