#donnie darko fanfic

[coryosbaby]

i saw that you wrote for donnie darko a while ago and since i’m currently fixating on him i present a very intriguing concept: stepbro!donnie.

i feel like he’d love the taboo aspects of it and would have no trouble justifying it to himself bc it’s not like you’re related.

18+, MDNI !! stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), suggestive content , kissing

No cs he literally would. In the movie he’s all about “I don’t want to fuck my family, that’s weird.” But with you, he doesn’t even view you as family— not really, anyway. Sure, your parents are together but at the end of the day there’s no blood relation, right? It’s not normal to daydream about tit fucking your sister, either, so— yeah. Definitely doesn’t view you as a relative.

He’s a total horn dog. I can imagine him making a move on you for the first time when you’re both watching a movie— some dumbass sex scene comes on and suddenly his dick is springing up and he’s subtly placing a pillow across his lap. He watches your concentration on the screen, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“Why do they always decide to fuck in these movies?” You question. You say this because you’re both watching some random slasher with an unnecessary amount of girl on boy sex scenes. “There’s like, a killer on the loose. How stupid can you be?”

He shrugs. His hand moves to the bulge in his pants.

“Spur of the moment, I guess,” he replies. “Can’t really control it once it starts.”

“And what would you know about the art of intimacy?”

It’s a joke, an innocent little jab that usually has Donnie firing back with something like, “you’re one to talk,” and then making a joke about your empty dating history— but he doesn’t do that this time. No, you’re too pretty. He’s too horny. He needs to break the ice before he lands hard on his ass and doesn’t get back up.

“Wanna find out?”

Your pupils dilate, eyes a bit wide and freaked out when you hear the (incredibly impulsive) words spill from your stepbrother’s lips. But also— and only Donnie would notice this, seeing you all the time and all, and not because he thinks about you every waking moment— you seem to be intrigued. Your eyes scan over his body and move back up to his face.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” You tease, and let out a nervous chuckle. “You wish. I’d never fuck your virgin ass.”

“How’dya know if you’ve never tried it?” And he gives you that shit eating grin when he’s really amused, the one that makes your stomach do flips. “You could kiss me instead, then. See if you like it.”

“I’m not kissing my brother.”

“Stepbrother,” he corrects. His legs spread apart, almost like an invite. You pretend not to notice. “C’mon, kid. don’t be a pussy.”

He calls you kid even though you’re only one month younger than him. He does this because he knows it irks you. You roll your eyes, licking your plump bottom lip.

“Whatever,” you mumble, then you groan. “Come here, then. But if you slip me tongue, Darko, I swear to god I’ll tell your English professor that you cheated on your exams last year.”

He begins scooting closer, his jean clad thigh pressing against your bare one, and he seems very giddy.

“Won’t give you tongue,” he replies. “I swear it on my life.”

You give an annoyed hum. Donnie’s arm goes behind you on the back of couch, and you can smell his cologne and the dial soap he uses in the shower. When neither of you makes a move— an awkward stare into each other’s eyes, faces a few inches apart, Donnie’s eyes filling with something you can’t quite make out— you utter, “Well, are you going to do it or not?”

Instead of replying, he just.. goes for it. He presses his mouth to yours in a smooth peck. But fuck, he’s so hard, and he’s wanted this for so long. He goes back in for another, mouth opened slightly, awkward. Virginal. The two of you kiss like this because that’s exactly what the both of you are— virgins. When you pull away from him, his lashes flutter open and he grins again. You want to kiss him some more— maybe his tongue in your mouth wouldn’t be so bad. But you hold back, eyes blinking.

“This is really fuckin’ weird, Donnie.”

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#Donnie Darko #Donnie Darko x reader #Donnie Darko x fem! reader #Donnie Darko fanfic #Donnie Darko blurb #Donnie Darko Drabble #Donnie Darko oneshot #jake gyllenhaal

[gyll-yee-haw]

Could you write Donnie crushing on the reader and he walks in while she's in the shower or like changing and he acts like it's nothing, he apologizes and leaves so she can get situated and then that's that BUT he CANNOT forgot about it and he goes home being a perv thinking of how beautiful she is and he gets horny

Donnie doesn't know when to stop

Absolutely gross, hottest thing I ever wrote. I love pathetic men <3

Warnings: accidentally perv!Donnie, he's OBSESSED with you, masturbation (m), edging, ruined orgasm, he's so sub! it hurts, pain!kink, virgin!Donnie, unprotected sex

Fucking 3k words, looks like Maria doesn't know when to stop EITHER 😭

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You had to do a school project together and he was losing his mind about it

Like yeah, you were friends and you used to hang out all the time, but only at school

Now he was going TO YOUR HOUSE

It felt so intimate just being there

It was nothing much, but he was so obsessed with you it made him act that ridiculous

He was so nervous that he just couldn't sit still at home, so he decided to head to your place, even though it was a bit earlier than you expected

He thought he could just hang out in front of your house until the time you were expecting him to come

The problem was that your mom was leaving the house and found him seating there

"Oh, you must be Donnie! Y/N is waiting for you, come in!"

He should have said no, that it was still too early, but your mom said you were waiting... so maybe you were ready? He shouldn't keep you waiting

"I'm going to work right now. She's in her room, upstairs." Your mom told him, before closing the door and leaving

So he went upstairs, obviously

You just got out of the shower, and was pacing around the room, a towel wrapped around your body, looking for a cute outfit to wait for Donnie

Your bedroom door was open, since you thought you were alone at home

Donnie was very shy, walking upstairs without making a sound, just thinking about what should he say to you, rehearsing in his mind what kind of greeting would make him sound... not terrified

He stopped immediately when he saw you

It was so wrong to just stand there and stare, but it was impossible not to

He watched as you placed your clothes on the bed, letting the towel fall at your feet

Felt like his blood abandoned his body

It couldn't be real, he must be dreaming...

But it only lasted a few seconds, until you looked towards the door and saw him

You let out a scream, completely horrified

Then you slammed the door shut

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? SHOULDN'T YOU BE HERE IN AN HOUR?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I swear I didn't... I wasn't trying to... listen." He tried to explain, but he couldn't find the words. He was probably more embarrassed than you. "I think... I think I should go"

"Yeah, you should..." was all you could say, sitting on the floor wondering if you'd ever be brave enough to see his face again

He walked home absolutely heartbroken. He couldn't believe that he had ruined EVERYTHING. Now you thought he was a perv... you'd never talk to him again

He didn't feel anything but shame and sadness until he went to bed that night

I guess that's when the adrenaline rush wore out and he thought about it all

It didn't last more than 15 seconds, but during that time you were completely naked right before his eyes... and so close he could smell the lotion on your body

Maybe he was crazy, but the fact that you were getting ready to see him...

He imagined you applying the lotion to your skin a few minutes before he walked in... you were probably thinking about him while you did so... I mean... you knew he was coming over soon

And as if the thought of you applying the lotion to your body wasn't enough to drive him crazy... now he knew what your body looked like

He shivered as the sight of your tits crossed his mind

His hand slowly traveled to his pants zipper

God, he felt so guilty for doing this, it was so so wrong

But his cock was so so hard :(

Poor baby, was in so much pain

Leaking already!!

But the guilt was eating him alive, you were his friend...

That's why he decided to torture himself a bit, would make it all a little less wrong... if he got some punishment, you know

He started stroking his shaft and he got close so pathetically quick

And then he stopped

His heart raced. He had never edged himself before...

He waited for it to fade, before starting again. And then stopping again as he got closer

It was quite addictive... he started to let it go further each time, stroking himself fast and getting impossibly closer to release, then stopping

His cock was leaking so much that it all sounded like a wet mess, masking his ridiculous moans

He started to imagine you there, doing it, punishing him

"Gonna teach you not to spy on naked girls, you fucking perv"

And he would moan "please, Y/N, I'm so sorry..."

I mean, Donnie has an incredible imagination, it was so convincing that he even cried

All while denying his release over and over and over again

Until he couldn't hold it anymore

It was an accident </3

But his orgasm hit him out of nowhere

He cried out "no no no!" as ropes of cum shot out of his cock

He immediately stopped stroking himself and placed his hand on the base of his cock, squeezing it hard enough to hurt

He ruined his own orgasm :/

And he just laid down there looking like a pathetic mess. Tears on his face, his hand and clothes full of cum but his balls still hurt so much from not finishing it

But now he was so so overstimulated he couldn't even dream about touching himself any time soon

Eventually, he passed out from exhaustion

When he woke up the next day, he felt absolutely sick

How the hell was he supposed to see your face at school

Let's be honest, that wasn't the first time he masturbated thinking about you (number was closest to 100th tbh)

And he could always look you in the eye as if nothing happened afterwards

But it felt different now that... he had seen you for real and you knew that

Oh god... were you mad at him? You probably HATED him

He thought about calling in sick

But some force was dragging him out of that bed

He didn't understand it, but the truth was that his obsession with you grew considerably and he just needed to see you, even if you never spoke a word to him again

And part of him... enjoyed it? The idea of you punishing him like that

So yeah, he went to school that day

But he avoided you like the plague

If he saw you in a corridor, he would run in the opposite direction

Spend so much time hiding from you in the bathroom

But he couldn't hide forever

You sneaked behind him when he was looking for something on his locker

"Donnie?" You called, making him drop everything inside the locker, making a terribly loud noise, everyone looked at him

You bursted into laughter, helping him pick some things up

"Thanks." He said, completely unable to look you in the eyes.

"I think we should talk." You said calmly, after seeing how nervous he was

"Yes. Y/N, please, I can't tell you how fucking sorry I am..." he closed his eyes, cursing himself mentally for being so stupid

"It's okay, Donnie" you placed a hand securely on his shoulder. "It's not your fault. I knew you were coming over, I should have been more careful."

He held his breath as soon as your hand landed on his shoulder. It was like your touch reactivated his memories. Then he was stupid enough to look at you

You were giving him such a sweet, sincere smile

God, you were SO beautiful he felt like dropping to his knees right there

"What if you walked me home today? Then you can stay and we'll work on the project. Forget anything that happened, we need to finish it this week." You asked

"That's... that's a great idea." He nodded, even though he would rather die than go to your house anytime soon

But as soon as he saw how okay you were with everything, he calmed down a little. So your friendship wasn't ruined...

You two caught the bus and talked all the way to your neighborhood, like you always did, nothing seemed to change

Then you walked to your house and he started go get tense again

You noticed and you held his hand as you led him through the house

And it wasn't anything new, you always held his hand when he was nervous

Aww a couple of besties <3

Soon enough, he was in your bedroom, where it all happened the day before

You sat on your bed, grabbing all the books you would need, taking to yourself (cause he wasn't listening) about the ideas you had

While Donnie sat on the floor hallucinating about how that was the exact same spot you left your towel fall the day before

If it was right now, it would fall directly on his lap

Like, he didn't even dare to imagine actually touching you, but he would kill someone to have that towel

He would hump on it like a beast

Again, Donnie's imagination is so good and Donnie doesn't know when to stop

That's the source of 99% of his problems

He felt himself getting hard

"Hey, can I use your bathroom really quick?" He asked, before he started sweating in front of you

You nodded and gave him the directions

He walked in, locked the door and splashed water to his face

How the hell was he supposed to get any work done with a fucking boner on

Maybe he should just take care of it quickly in there

In your bathroom, fuck

The amount of times those walls had witnessed your naked body...

He wondered if you had ever touched yourself in there

Yeah, my boy lost his mind

Started stroking himself fast, he couldn't wait to finish and just get everything done so he could go home

But then..... he had the worst idea ever

Cause after what he discovered last night, he didn't want to finish so fast anymore

He just needed to relieve a bit of the pressure, then he would feel better

His dick would probably soften anyway, then he would do something about it back home

He stroked himself until he was on the edge of spilling... then stopped, shoving his dick inside his pants again and going back to your room

Did I mention it was the worst idea ever?

Cause he walked into the room to find you laying in bed on your belly, uniform skirt barely covering your ass

You were focused on whatever you were reading, pen in your mouth

"Come here." You called, without looking at him

He walked back to where he was sitting before, on the floor, but stopped when you said: "no, come sit on the bed, I wanna show you something"

He wanted to say 'oh no, I'm more comfortable on the floor :)' but who the fuck would buy that

He swallowed hard and sat at the very edge of the bed

He didn't want to look, but he could see your pretty little baby blue panties from that angle

And he felt like crying

"I think I have to use the bathroom again." He blurted out loud

"Donnie." You sighed, sitting down next to him. "Are you okay? You've been acting so weird today..."

He knew it wasn't a great opportunity, but it was... an opportunity. One he never had before

"No, I'm not." He admitted. "I have the biggest fucking crush in the world on you. Always had. Since we first met."

"Oh Donnie, you're so silly." You chuckled. "I know that, I asked you what's wrong with you today."

"What do you mean you know that?" His eyes widened.

"It's as obvious as that boner you're trying to cover with your hands" you shrugged

My boy was absolutely flabbergasted

He went through all shades of red the human eye can catch

"You know..." you sat a little closer to him, taking his hands in yours. "Yesterday I was so excited that you were coming over... I wanted to dress up all cute. Picked up a time we would be here alone... thought that maybe, by the end of the afternoon, I'd get you to take my clothes off. I just didn't expect you to catch me without them already... that's why I was so upset, I wanted to take things slow, you know."

He was pretty sure it was all still part of his hallucinations, there was no way you were saying that

You looked down to his pants and you could literally see his cock throbbing

And he caught the way you squeezed your tights at that

"Can I kiss you? Please..." he murmured

"Yes, Donnie." You smiled, leaning close to his lips

It was the sweetest kiss in the world

Until your hand 'accidentally' bumped into his boner :(

And he moaned against your mouth

God, that made you feral

"Donnie, baby, let me help you, you look like you're in so much pain..."

His heart raced... it was like you KNEW

Like you knew exactly what he was into

But let's be honest, he was so horny he was into absolutely everything at the moment

"You don't- you don't have to" he smiled shyly

The most beautiful smile in the world, how could you not want to??

"I'm gonna take care of you, okay?" You said as you slowly unbuttoned his jeans

When his cock jumped free before your eyes, both of you could have cried. Him, from relief. You from the most absolute desire

"Tell me what you like, baby" You began stroking him slowly

"Huh?" He got all nervous. Everyone already thought he was a freak, he didn't need you to think the same. "I-I like you..."

"Yeah?" You smiled at him. "I like you too. You're so sweet, Donnie, can I ask you something?"

He nodded, bitting him lips to prevent loud moans to escape.

"Has anyone ever sat on this pretty cock?" You asked, giving him your best doe eyes

"No..." he admitted, a little embarrassed

Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand, screaming "stop, please, stop..."

You stopped everything, putting both hands in the air and looking at him wide eyed

"I'm so sorry, Donnie... fuck, you didn't want this? You should have told me, baby, you don't ever have to..."

"No... I wanted this. I wanted this for so long... I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you..." He said. "I just... I was about to cum."

"Well..." you laughed at him. "Isn't that kind of the point?"

Shit.

"Tell me what's on your mind, baby, I wanna help." You offered, seeing how his cock was rock hard and extremely unsatisfied

"It's just that... I like to... hold it sometimes, you know? Feels really good." He admitted, absolutely ashamed of himself

Those words, on that shy tone of his, sent a shiver down your entire body

"Donnie..." you basically moaned his name. "You're so perfect... I can't express how badly I want you, fuck..."

He smiled widely. You kissed that shit out of that gorgeous smile

When you realized, you were already straddling him

"Can I sit on your cock, please? I swear I won't let you cum until you beg me, okay?" You asked

He never agreed to anything that fast, my boy was in HEAVEN

You removed your panties and he helped you slowly sink on his cock

You don't remember ever being that wet before, but it still hurt a bit, because he was so big :)

He was so horny he felt like he might pass out

And then you started moving up and down, up and down

Oh sweet baby boy cried again :(

I mean... all that was happening would be enough to get him desperate, but let's not forget how last night all he got was half of the worst orgasm ever

My boy was starving

"Please, please, stop, I..." he said, and you immediately stopped everything

"Oh baby..." you brought a hand to his face, wiping his tears. "Stop torturing yourself... three times in a row? Let go for me, baby, come on... can I make you cum? Please?"

Yeah, you said you were gonna make him beg, but you were the one who did it, i know

It's just that... Donnie is just a little baby who doesn't know when to stop :(

Of course he said yes, you asked so politely

You removed his cock from you, cause letting him cum inside would be too much for the first time

Considering the state he was in, it could send him to a coma lol

You stroked him so good, prasing him the entire time

"You look so pretty right now, baby, all fucked up for me"

"Come on, I want you go let go for me, you can do it, baby, you deserve it..."

Fuck, he never came that fucking hard in his life

You kept stroking and he kept shooting him load, all over your school uniform :/

He cried out so beautifully and you swore he wasn't coming down ever, he came so muchhh <333

And he just likes the pain of you still stroking his sensitive cock after it was over

Yeah, Donnie doesn't know when to stop :(

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[psychwxrdd]

perv! donnie is your step bro

warnings: 18+, stepcest, innocence kink, dub con, gaslight, blackmail, bimbo reader, dark! donnie

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perv! donnie just loved how sweet and dumb you are. always taking advantage of this in the smallest things, like telling you he can clean your room for you, and what a good step brother he is! of course you would never guess he just wanted to steal your panties. you wouldn't even suspect why some of your favorite panties were missing.

perv! donnie always agreed to watch movies with you, as long as you sat on his lap. you were always wearing those skirts he was absolutely crazy about... he always made sure to make you sit exactly upon his bulge. then if you asked him what was that, he would say it's just some stuff he has on his pocket. the way you couldn't stay still, grinding against him, the way he could feel your ass pressing his dick, he would always cum on his pants.

perv! donnie teaching you little games when you two were both alone; covering your eyes and making you guess what was the food on your mouth was his favorite one. you wouldn't even realize he had his cock shoved inside your mouth cause he already had mixed so many flavors... you thought it maybe was just ice cream, and you loved ice cream, so you sucked it so happy :(

perv! donnie would blackmail you when he read your diary and see that you were hiding your bad grades from your mom. you begged him not to tell, so he wouldn't tell. as long as you let him do some things he wanted with you, he swore it was nothing bad... just let him kiss you sloppy while he fingers you, show him your boobs, let him eat your pussy, jerk him off or let him put just the tip inside you. you thought step siblings shouldn't do it, but he would gaslight you into thinking it was far more okay since he wasn't a stranger but also not trully related to you (by blood).

perv! donnie slapping your ass "as a joke", like when you were late for something

perv! donnie would sneak into your room while you were sleeping just so he could watch you, fantasize about you, just smell your scent.

perv! donnie who would take your v card. "yeah sweet thing i promise it won't hurt. if you let me pop your cherry i promise i'll convince your mom and my dad to have the bunny you want so bad, how does that sound?"

your eyes shined when he said that, you were begging for months to your parents for a bunny and the answer was always no. donnie felt bad for you, poor cute thing just wanted a pet. so you would surely not deny your pussy if he promised you this. you surely would be only his after this.

"no one else get to fuck this tight pussy, baby" he would say as he was struggling to even keep his eyes open, your walls were suffocating the shit out of his cock. so fucking warm and wet, he was out of his mind. "no one can kiss those lips or do the things we do besides me, alright?"

"i find out anything about you slutting yourself to some stupid guy and i'll get you pregnant, fucking promise you that"

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[rebelliousstories]

Sugarplums

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Medication

Word Count: 581

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Do sugarplums even exist? Has anyone ever had one? Donnie surely didn’t think so.

“What do sugarplums have to do with Christmas?” Donnie wondered aloud, laying down on his bed. His girlfriend was laying next to him, reading a book, but was somewhat tuned into her boyfriend’s rambling. She cast her eyes over to the side at his question.

“What?” She was genuinely confused with how this was what he landed on to wonder about.

“Sugarplums. Do they even exist or are they like, an expression of Christmas?” Donnie stared up at the ceiling, genuinely pondering the existence of sugarplums. Her boyfriend was pondering the existence of sugarplums. How did she end up here? She set her book down on her chest as she watched him.

“Honey, did you take your meds?” She asked, not wanting to sound rude. But Donnie still stared at the ceiling, and nodded.

“Yeah. Of course I did. Now are sugarplums a thing?” He was serious. She let out a deep sigh and rolled up onto her elbow to look at her boyfriend in the face. Only then, did he cast his eyes towards her face.

“Yes, Donnie. Sugarplums are a real thing. They’re enjoyed by a lot of families during Christmas. Why do you ask?” Her eyes scanned over his face, looking for any sign that he was on a different plane of existence, but was pleased when she found he was there with her.

“I’ve just never seen them. Ya know, I haven’t even seen anyone talk about them except in some Christmas carols, or like the nutcracker ballet.” Donnie commented. She chuckled lightly at her boyfriend’s ramblings, but it soon developed into actual, full blown laughter the more she thought about her current situation. Donnie, not knowing why she was laughing but feeling the contagion, started to lightly chuckle.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked, watching his girlfriend try to recover and calm herself down, but failing miserably. It took a few more minutes for her to calm down enough that she could talk.

“Nothing, I just- it’s… you do realize how funny this sounds right? You’re contemplating the existence of something that random.” She beamed as Donnie started to laugh.

“I’m serious! I want to know if they exist.” He took one of the hands from behind his head and rested it along his lover’s cheek, admiring how her hair provided a halo complete with the lamp that coincidentally lit her up from behind.

“Would you like to go make some?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow up. Donnie got really excited at this request.

“You know how to make them?” He wondered; he started to look like a kid in a candy store.

“No, but I have plenty of cookbooks we can use. A lot of Christmas in specific too. I’m sure we can find one that has a recipe.” Donnie did not wait for her to explain any further before he grabbed her arms and hauled them off the bed together. She let out a startled yelp as they tumbled towards the ground. He bracketed his arms around her body and leaned his head down to meet hers.

“Well, let’s go!” His excited statement shocked her just a little bit, but followed after Donnie as he stood and proceeded to grab her hand to drag her towards the kitchen.

Safe to say that after a little while of making them, and a trip to the grocery store, Donnie no longer doubted the existence of the small, sugary Christmas treats. In fact, he rather liked them.

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[rdiowx]

Im watching donnie darko deleted scenes

#donnie darko x reader #donnie darko hcs #donnie darko fanfic

[jennaajoseph]

❛ Black Fingernails. ❜ ⸻ Donnie Darko x Reader.

── ﹙౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY. ⸻ Donnie notices that you painted your nails, and decides to match with you.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ PAIRING. ⸻ donnie darko x gn!reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CONTENTS. ⸻ fluff, bf!donnie, gender neutral reader.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N. ⸻ I've been kinda thinking about donnie with black nails????? So here we are.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ CREDITS. ⸻ photo - pinterest , divider - @/saradika-graphics

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©jennaajoseph﹚

You and Donnie were carving pumpkins for the halloween. Your tongue was stuck out as you were focused on your pumpkin "art".

"Did you paint your nails?" Donnie tilted his head to the side, noticing your black nails.

You stopped carving and looked at him. "Oh, yeah! You noticed. Do you like them?" You held both of your hands up, smiling.

"They look very pretty." He smiled back at you.

"Thank you!"

"Do you want to see my pumpkin?" He asked, taking the final look at his work.

"Of course!"

He turned the pumpkin to your direction, and you saw a creepy bunny carved into it. You opened your mouth a little with a confused look. "Frank?"

He nodded and looked at the pumpkin again. "Do you like it?"

"If you actually see him like this, it's actually pretty creepy." You turned the pumpkin in your direction again.

"I asked if you like it."

"He's ugly."

"I'm not asking about Frank, I'm asking if you like how the pumpkin looks." He chuckled.

"It looks nice, you are very talented, but he's still pretty ugly." You leaned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." He rolled his eyes and smiled as a small blush appeared on his face.

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After a successful pumpkin carving, you went home. Donnie laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He did really like your nails, he even thought about painting his own nails to match yours. The only thing that couldn't make it happen was that he didn't have any black nail polish.

Instead of just lying in bed, he went downstairs for something to drink and to find something that might be a replacement for the nail polish. When he was about to open the refrigerator, he saw a black sharpie on the whiteboard. He instantly knew what he was about to do.

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"Hi!" You waved with both hands when Donnie opened the front door to let you in.

"Hi." He gave you a gentle smile.

"I thought that we could make some cupcakes today." You entered the house and immediately went to the kitchen.

Donnie came after you instantly and sat down at the table. "Sounds good."

"You think so?" You turned back to him and noticed his hands.

When he saw that you noticed, he held both of his hands up to show you his nails. "I painted them with a sharpie."

You tried to hold your laugh as you stepped closer and held his hands to get a closer look. "Why sharpie?"

"I didn't have any black nail polish." The sharpie was pretty messy, it wasn't only on his fingernails, but also around them, he also missed some spots. "I wanted to match you."

"Really?" You smiled and looked at him.

"Yeah." He smiled back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You are the most adorable human being on earth."

A small blush appeared on his face when you said that.

"But I want to fix your nails, do you mind if I paint them with my nail polish?"

"Really? I don't like the sharpie either, I did it very messily." He looked down at his nails again.

"I still think that the idea was very sweet, thank you." You kissed him again. "Let me quickly go home, and I will be back in a few." You smiled.

"Okay." He smiled back.

After you went home to bring some nail polish Donnie still sat in the kitchen, looking at his nails. His smile grew bigger when he realized that you actually liked his idea of matching with you.

When you came back, Donnie let you scrub the sharpie off his nails, and you fixed them with some black nail polish.

After you were done, Donnie looked at them with a smile. "Now we match perfectly."

"That's right!" You grabbed his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He blushed again.

"Do you still want to make cupcakes?" He asked with a grin.

"Of course, just please don't make Frank themed ones..." You joked.

"Can't promise you that." He giggled.

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[lust4life01]

literally anything with donnie is fine! just wanted to tell you how much i love your writing too!! :)

Awe thank you sm qt!! I whole heartedly appreciate that, it means so much to me💘 This is a little rushed <3

Baby, Sit.

(Not my image!!). 18+

Warnings!!- Enemies to Lovers, Jealousy, dom x sub, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, slight chocking, possession and teasing.

Dom Donnie x f/reader

(Donnie and reader are both 18!) Disclaimer/ this is purely fantasy, if somebody is cruel to you irl it does not mean they like you, they’re scum :)

Summary: You were hired by Rose and Eddie Darko to baby sit for their youngest child Samantha, little did you know you would be sitting for some else.

Being an eighteen year old student, you were painfully broke, so when your mother had referred you to her friend to baby sit, you immediately accepted.

When your mother had told you the name of the woman who’s child you would be looking after you felt a wave of anxiety rush through you.

Rose Darko. As in the parent of Donnie Darko.

You and Donnie had been in the same school, you were the same age. And unfortunately you couldn’t stand him and vice versa. There was something about the pair of you that didn’t work. He was always so uptight and had to be right about everything, it was infuriating. There was one main factor that contributed to the continuous clash between the two of you, which was the fact you dated his best friend up until pretty recently. You hadn’t seen Donnie since then considering you had no reason to be around each other anymore but the thought of seeing him again made you want to scream into a pillow.

Whenever you two would be in the same vicinity he would just straight up ignore your presence or when he did acknowledge you he would be blunt and snappy. You had no idea why but this lead to a lot of animosity between the two of you.

So when your mother had told you you would be babysitting for Samantha Darko you immediately wanted to call up Rose and tell her you wouldn’t be able to do it. However you were pretty broke and you assured yourself you probably wouldn’t see Donnie, not if there was no one to baby sit his younger sister. Plus what was you supposed to tell her? Sorry I can’t watch your child that I’ve already agreed to watch because your son hates me? Yeah no.

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“Hey (y,n) yeah we’ll be gone for a couple hours but we left some money for pizza.” Mrs Darko told you as you stood in their kitchen.

You already knew Samantha from when she would bug Donnie at school and run up to the friend group. She was a sweet kid and she liked you well enough so that definitely eased your nerves.

“Okay great, does Samantha need to be in bed by a specific time.” You asked sweetly, knowing full well you’d probably let her stay up regardless.

“Um nope just not too late and by the time we get home. Oh and she has homework to do.”

Rose sterling looked at Samatha as a warning.

“Boringgg.” Samantha protested whilst stood directly by your side.

“Okay well we’ll see you later, have fun” Eddie spoke as they made their way out of the door.

Rose returned and popped her head into the door before leaving .

“Oh (y,n) I’m sure Donnie will be glad to see you again.” She smiled and quickly left before you could even form a response.

Your mind paced. Was Donnie supposed to be here? Why did they need a babysitter then? Did they know you two used to be in the same friendship group? Had he mentioned you? Was it negative? Did he express how much he hated you? Would you actually see him again?

“Can you paint my nails?” Samantha snapped you from your spiral of anxious thoughts.

You turned to her and smiled. “Of course”

You had painted her nails, watched her dance rehearsals and told her how good she was, ordered pizza and now you were helping her with her homework.

She had to write about the character of Pony boy Curtis from ‘The Outsider’ by S.E Hinton.

You had loved studying this book when you was her age and literature in general. So it was absolutely no bother helping her complete her assignment.

“Well, he’s obviously very different and unique to the other characters which can be inferred through-“

You were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

“Pizza, thank God!” Samantha cried out holding her hands together.

Laughing at her childhood silliness you walked over and opened the front door with cash in your hand, your stomach very exited to finally eat.

However, you were not laughing when you opened the door to someone that was not the pizza delivery man. In fact you no longer felt hunger but complete nausea. Instead a tallish guy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes stood on the other side. Donnie.

You didn’t say anything, just moved to the side to let him through. He didn’t say anything either. Simply walked past as if you weren’t there, the smell of cigarettes trailing behind him.

“Ugh it’s just my stupid brother, not pizza” Samantha whined.

Donnie pulled a face at her as he made his way through the house.

“Hey Sam, when she goes home tonight, Freddie Kruger is gonna craw out from under your bed.” He teased through a creeping voice, obviously trying to upset her.

Samantha in her upset state, Freddie Kruger clearly being a touchy subject, yelled out whist nearly in tears

“SHUT UP DONNIE, NO HE WONT!”

He then made his way over to her homework and scoffed, picking up her copy of The Outsiders and mumbled “mediocre.”

He then proceeded upstairs, leaving the minute he’d managed to make someone else feel bad. Typical.

You rolled your eyes at his cruelty. Of course she wouldn’t be reading fucking Dostoevsky at her age.

Remembered what it was like being in an English class with Donnie gave you a headache. He had great ideas but god forbidden you had an opposing idea. He would scoff and roll his eyes. It drove you crazy. He wasn’t always like that thought, at one point he used to encourage your ideas and even swap notes with you.

You were cut from your thoughts once again when the door bell went again, fortunately this time the pizza man was the one on the other side.

Sam ate some pizza, you no longer felt hungry but you did eventually managed to calm Sam down. The pair of you just chatted about whatever she wanted. She was telling you about some childish drama in her friendship group and you nodded your head pretending like it wasn’t the funniest shit you’d ever heard. Childhood drama is always hilarious when you’re no longer a child.

Despite being distracted by Sam, you kept thinking about the boy upstairs. “Do you think your brothers eaten?”

Sam shrugged her shoulders “who cares?” annoyance laced in her voice at the mention of her older brother.

You said nothing and proceeded with her homework.

Once she had finally finished she was ready to sleep. Her expression exhausted and she yawned after almost every word of her sentence.

“I’m- not even like- that- tired.”

You giggled at her before telling her she should probably head up to bed but you did promise to braid her hair first.

“Thanks for keeping me company (y,n), you were always my favourite out of Donnie’s friends” she smiled and hugged you at the bottom of the staircase.

The word ‘friend’ lingered for a while in your head. It was true, you were friendly at a time. It sucked because he felt good to be around for a time.

You stayed downstairs as she marched off to bed, whispered a sweet “goodnight” as she made her way to bed.

There was still around an hour and a half until Eddie and Rose were supposed to be home and you hadn’t seen anything of Donnie since he had come home. It was weird, you felt like you hated him but you also wanted to be around him. You especially wanted to know why he hated you. A part of you hoped that maybe he’d go back to his old self but instead you pushed him into the back of your mind and stared to clean up a little.

Once you had cleared up you sat onto the couch and grabbed a book from your bag and stared to read. You only had a few chapters left so decided to try and finish them tonight.

You were so drawn into the book that you didn’t realise a familiar figure loomed behind you. Donnie stood behind the couch reading over your shoulder. After a couple second of you not noticing his presence, he leaned down to your ear.

“Good choice.”

You jumped and your head snapped round to Donnie, almost slapping him out of instinct as a small yelp slipped past your lips.

“What the fuck Donnie. I could have woken up your sister. What’s wrong with you?”

His face was close to yours, and a small smile crept onto his face as he watched your second of distress. “Hello to you too (y,n)”

“Why are you being so friendly? Thought you couldn’t stand me?” You asked with your brows furrowed and your tone daring. You weren’t even with his stupid friend anymore so you had no clue why he was still such a dick.

“I’ve never said that.”

His answer was short and blunt but he had that smug grin on his face. Not one that radiated happiness or flirtation but something else. Power maybe? Like a wolf who had corned a bunny and laughed hysterically as it tried to escape.

You didn’t try to escape from him though. You kept your eyes locked onto his, not daring to dart your eyes away as a sign of weakness.

“You didn’t have to.”

He however did not have any snarky remarks in response. Instead he made his way round to the spot on the couch next to you and snatched the book from your hands.

“Ah 1984. George Orwell. You know when I tried to explain to your small minded boyfriend. Oh no. Ex-boyfriend, the concept of this book it was exhausting.” He rolled his eyes dramatically with that mean playful look on his face.

Why on earth was he doing this? Mentioning your ex boyfriend, calling his own friend small minded, even speaking to you. You racked your brain on why he was doing this. Sure you had known he hated you but that usually manifested itself through his lack of interest in engaging with you or his need to argue with everything you ever said. Now it was like he was taunting you by giving you this almost flirtatious, slightly sadistic attention. It was so odd but so hypnotising.

“But then again, I never did understand why he was with someone like you.”

You couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult. Someone like you? What exactly did that entail.

“What are doing Donnie?”

Your brows were furrowed slightly and your eyes a little sad, completely fed up of trying to work out his cruel ways, or even justify them to yourself.

You and Donnie had been somewhat friends before you started dating his best friend, but as soon as you did he became a new person. When you’d occasionally chat in the library about whatever book you were studying he’d always smile or when you’d catch each other on the way home and he’d be a little awkward but totally engaged with whatever you were saying, it was nice. That all came to a stop when his friend had started to pay you attention. You thought maybe Donnie felt as though you’d stolen his best friend and for that you did truly feel sorry.

You were now face to face in the dimly light room. Just a lamp illuminated the two faces.

“What were you doing (y,n)?”

He was no longer smug but he had caught and attitude with you. There something underlying in this anger in his voice. A deep irritation sat on his tongue.

“What do you want me to say Donnie? Sorry I didn’t live up to the expectation of being your friends dream girl, or sorry that you felt abandoned by him?

He shook his head and let out a hysterical laugh. As if your words were a pathetic joke.

“Ugh (y,n) I honestly thought you were smarter than this. I didn’t give a fuck about losing ‘crucial friend time’” He mocked.

“It frustrated me that someone as smart as you would even consider giving someone like that your time of day. Someone who you couldn’t converse with about anything slightly philosophical or opinions on a new book or poetry, because ‘books are useless, or ‘metaphors are stupid’. Mimicking his best friends voice as he spoke.

You said nothing. You were speechless and your brain hurt from trying to work him out. You just thought to yourself after his little outburst. Then it hit you. Was this jealousy?

“Why do you care so much Donnie? It’s not like I could talk about poetry or a new fucking book with you. You wouldn’t even talk to me.”

You snapped back, testing him. Was he truly jealous of not you, but your ex?

You were both still face to face. Inches away from each other.

“Only after you climbed into bed with someone who didn’t deserve you.” His voice was assertive and filled with envy yet his voice was low.

The realisation on how close you two had gotten finally hit the both of you. You were staring at him with your lips slightly parted and a slight confusion brushed your features. Why did you find this hot? God, you told yourself this was wrong but the sound of jealousy in his voice made your chest heave with excitement.

The sound of your heart beat was loud, it felt as though your heart had been placed to your ear. His lips were so close to yours. But you were upset, with another overwhelming feeling aching in your chest. Lust?

His eyes were still fixed on yours. “It should have been my bed you were climbing in.”

He brought his fingers up to your jaw possessively.

The two big black holes that had replaced his usual pupils drew you in. His eyes trailed down to your slightly parted lips. There was a part of you that wanted to cry and shout at him for being such a dick, but you couldn’t. It was like you had been hypnotised. Or maybe you’d just awoken from the trance you’d been under. This complete and utter blindness towards Donnie’s feeling towards you, or yours for him.

Amongst your silence he crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was hard and desperate. He pushed his tongue past your lips and you let a small moan slip. His hands cupped either side of your jaw as his teeth sank into your bottom lip.

A small hiss left your lips at the sharp pain that send a shock through your body. Donnie’s hand trailed down from your jaw to neck and his hand slowly snaked it’s way around to your throat. He added a little pressure, not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you feel everything more intensely whilst his other hand brought some hair behind your ear.

He pulled away from the kiss, keeping his hand exactly as they were and just admired the mess of emotions plastered along your face. Anger, confusion, fear and lust. To him you looked like a beautiful oil painting, so many different things happening at once and he got to be the observer. The artist even, controlling what you felt next.

“Donnie” You whispered.

“Shh baby. I’ve got you now.” There was an element of comfort in his voice but mainly possession. A wider grin played on his face as he said those words, violently bringing his lips to yours once again.

The feeling of his long fingers inching closer up skirt and thighs made you want to cry out and tell him exactly where to touch you. But you didn’t.

The slight pressure from his veiny hand wrapped around your neck and the near brushes to your clit through your underwear, were getting you so worked up.

“Donnie, please.” you whispered against his lips, your voice quiet and needy.

He practically growled in response “Oh now you want me? Such a slut.”

As you whimpered underneath his tough he chucked into your ear. “Bet he couldn’t make you feel this good.”

You came quickly under his palm, your head was a mess. There was so many emotions running through, it was like ecstasy. He was a drug.

“Mhm, good girl. If only you hadn’t been so stupid, could have had this ages ago.”

He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to your lips.

Taking them into your mouth and swirling your tongue around his fingers while he starred at you intently, made him throb hard.

Snatching his fingers from your lips he grabbed your jaw harshly.

“Now be a good girl and sit.” He motioned to the spot on the floor between his legs. “Cmon baby, sit.”

You obligated, desperate to hear him feel good. Desperate to win his approval by being the cause of his pleasure.

Sat on your knees in between his thighs, he sat on the couch and wiped the mess from the corners of your mouth with his hand. The same hand in which his fingers had been inside you.

Reaching for his zipper, his hand caught your wrist tightly as he peered down at you.

“Did I say you can touch me?” From your angle he looked so much bigger than he was.

You huffed out a small whine, “Please can I touch you Donnie. Please?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, it used to work on him when you wanted him to do something for you. Usually homework. And it did.

He now brought his lips in between his teeth, admiring how pretty you looked on your knees.

He nodded his head and you quickly undid his zipper and brought his jeans down to his ankles.

The hard erection confined to his underwear made your mouth melt. You kissed him over his tight underwear and he groaned quietly.

Staring up at him innocently, he nodded his head, giving you permission to take off his underwear. Immediately you pulled down his underwear and grab him by his base.

You licked him from his hard base to his red tip and started to kitten lick around the top of his cock.

Donnie breathed heavily and grabbed your hair into a make shift pony tail roughly.

“Stop teasing (y,n) or I swear-“

The warning was enough for you to cut him off by taking him into your mouth suddenly. You bobbed your head and licked his veins as his grip on your hair got tighter.

“Fuck. Gonna cum soon. Look at me.”

He pushed you onto his dick deeper, it violently hitting the back of your throat as your eyes watered.

The sight sent him over the edge, shooting his cum down your throat as you swallowed submissively.

He let go of your hair and offered his hands to help you up, once again wiping away the mess he’d made from your lips with his finger.

“It was nice to see you again (y,n).”

(Not proof read) 🙏

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[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !!

Intimate touches with Donnie Darko <3 starting out as innocent handholding, thighs touching, leaning your head on his shoulder during movies, but soon turning into something else entirely different. His fingers digging into the pudge of your hips as you bounce up and down on him, eyes watery and red, the remnants of a joint sitting inside the ashtray on Donnie’s bedside table. Your thighs pressed snug against him as he’s buried to the hilt. His lips against your neck, laving warm kisses over the already kiss bitten skin. His voice, low in your ear.

“You look so pretty riding me like this,” a hand wrapping around the locks of your hair, slightly tugging. “Are you sure this isn’t your first time?”

Tears streaming, a mewl into the smoke filled air.

“Mhm,” and then, “fuck me harder, Donnie, please.”

His feet bracing, pulling you close to his chest, slamming repeatedly against your sopping cunt as you quiver around his girthy length. Slick dripping down your thighs, along with a load of Donnie’s sticky cum that he had fucked into you long before this. You bury your nose into his neck, drooling as he pounds you relentlessly. The boy notices, letting out a tiny giggle as you lay pliant on top of him.

“Does it feel good?” He teases. He moves his big hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can move deeper inside you. You try to roll your eyes out of annoyance, but all it is is a sign of your own arousal.

“S-Shut up, Don.”

A hum. A harder thrust, and a harsh smack to your cheek. You yelp, brows furrowing as your lips turn into a pout.

“What was that?” Donnie says snarkily, thumb reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. “Couldn’t hear you.”

Your best friend is such a dick.

You whine, gushing around him, orgasm drawing near. You can’t hold it much longer— not when he’s talking to you like this, touching you like this. Your head tilts back and you give into him with a cry of your name.

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[gyll-yee-haw]

maria, don’t get me wrong, I love soft & sweet donnie… but like… dare I ask…. mean…and…rough donnie? 👀

also huge props to you for pushing out so many fics!! so glad to have you back ml 💗

Hmmm yeah? He sure can do that too!

(Thank you so much, honey!! I'm so happy to be back ❤)

Warnings: very mean!dom!Donnie, teasing in public, slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie

Like 1k words.

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Donnie is mean. He's mean to his parents, to his sister, to his dick-head friends, to his teachers... he has quite a sharp tongue when replying to something he judges to be stupid, which isn't rare.

Oh but when it comes to you, he's a totally different person. He's sweet, caring, always speaks calmly and looks at you like you were the prettiest, most shinny and fragil crystal in the world. At least until you learnt how to push the right buttons. I mean... you loved your sweet boyfriend, but your body craves something more sometimes...

And when it did, all you had to do was tease him. Unzipping his pants under the school desk is a classic. Your hand sliding inside his pants slowly, only to get him hard, but never to get him off... he went all red everytime. Or maybe you would be extra nice to another boy in front of him. Or just act bratty, giving him an attitude in front of everyone. Any of these will work.

Any of these will get his fingers wrapped tightly around your arm as he pushed you inside his room, fuming.

"Ouch, Donnie..." you would complain. But it was too late now.

"Sit down and shut the fuck up."

As soon as you sat on the bed, he would lift your skirt up and brutally tear your underwear off. You never wore panties you liked too much on days you woke up willing to piss him off, a lesson you learnt the hard way.

"You're such a whore." He pretended to be disappointed, running two fingers through your folds. "Look how fucking wet you get only by disrespecting me. And you want me to believe you fucking love me."

"But I love you, Donnie..." You moaned as his fingers entered you at once.

"Thought I told you to shut the fuck up." He removed his fingers as quickly as he shoved them in. Next thing you heard was a loud slap. It was unexpected... he had never slapped your pussy before. It made you close your legs immediately. He didn't seem to like that very much.

He forced your legs open and gave you another slap. You bit your lip to stop a scream for coming out. He slapped again and your eyes rolled back.

"Whore." He repeated, bitting back a smirk. "On all fours, now."

You didn't think twice before obeying.

"You want my cock?" He grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing them hard.

"Yes, Donnie, please..." You begged nicely, afraid he would punish you again.

"It doesn't seem like you do." He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. "The way you've been acting... you don't fucking deserve it."

"Just..." You tried explaining yourself as you heard him start stroking his cock behind you. "Just like it when you're mean. It's why I do it."

"Like it when I'm mean?" He gave your ass a loud slap. "You know what would be mean? If I didn't fuck you at all. If I didn't even touch you."

"No! Please, Donnie..." You felt your pussy clench around nothing, absolutely desperate.

"Yeah, it's a shame I want you too bad to be able to do that." He admitted. You felt him teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance.

The relief as you felt him entering you slowly, inch by inch, made you arch your back and moan like a porn star. You already got him mean and horny, now it was all about being good, so he would let you cum.

The thing is that he used 100% of his patience already, so he wasn't going to be gentle now. His thrusts started deep and fast and it hurt quite a bit. At least until he found that sweet spot, that turned the pain into shivers down your spine.

"You wanted me to be mean, now you take it." His hands grabbed your hips, forcing your body against his as if he just couldn't fuck you hard enough.

At that point, it was all you could do: take it. Just lie there offering your hole for him to use. Moaning against the mattress, more afraid of annoying him than of what the neighbors would hear. At that moment there weren't neighbors, there was only Donnie, his grunts and his huge cock making you stupid.

"Donnie..." you cried out. "I'm gonna..."

"I don't care." He interrupted you, he's movements losing rythm. "But you better hurry up if you want to cum, because once I'm finished, I don't want to hear you whining anymore."

You gripped the sheets as tightly as your pussy squeezed his cock. He cursed under his breath, trying to hold his own orgasm back. He really fucking cared. He wanted you to cum so badly. And you did. Fuck, you did. So hard. Squeezing him so good. He had no choice but to spill his seed deep inside of you.

Mean Donnie will give you mindblowing sex every single time. But as soon as his balls are empty, he's back to the sweet boyfriend he is. Keeping that character with you is more exhausting than pounding you.

He would beg you not to do it again... beg you to be good for him, as he cuddled you afterwards. Give you kisses and take care of your shaking body. But unfortunately, he fucked you too good, now there will have to be a next time. :(

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[psychwxrdd]

perv! step bro donnie

18+

lmaaaaao yall nasty asf i love it

"donnie..stop", you murmured, putting a hand on his chest, he stared at you like he wanted to devour you alive.

his fingers gently caressed the inside of your legs, heading towards your panties. his fingers were long, warm...his touch was firm.

his fingers soon touched your pussy through the fabric, the simple touch made you close your eyes, your body was boiling.

“look at me, shit” donnie whispered, and you looked at him, in ecstasy “is your pussy this wet for me or that jerk you were slutting yourself to from earlier?”

you raised your eyebrows, but couldn't respond, when he moved your panties to the side, stroking your clit in the exact way that made you go to heaven and comeback.

"it's you donnie..."

"do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"

he was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your neck, donnie was whispering in your ear. the whole family was sleeping, you woke up with him sneaking in your room, covering your mouth.

"...yes" you said between low, almost inaudible moans. donnie took a deep breath.

"i can't, kitten. i'm gonna have to use my dick instead, won't resist"

you pulled him into a desperated kiss, making him moan in surprise. god, if you only knew how many times he had prayed to a god he didn't even believed in to your parents to get divorced. how bad he wanted the whole time travel thing to be real and stop his dad from meeting your mom.

"are you gonna imagine him in my place?" donnie licked your neck and sucked your earlobe, unzipping his pants.

"you know this won't get us anywhere, this is gonna die between us"

donnie sighed, feeling his heart breaking. no way in this world he would let anyone else have you, he would rather shoot himself than deal with such a reality. he knew it was true, tho. but if he had to be a villain, he would, he would gladly do it if that meant he would have you.

"i'm going to get you pregnant and make the whole world know...make them all know that you're mine and you'll always be, gonna fuck this pussy til you can't take it anymore and pass out, filled with my cum"

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[rebelliousstories]

With Friends Like These

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Strong Language, Mentions of Sex and STDs

Word Count: 2,137

Masterlist: Here

Jake Gyllenhaal & Co. Masterlist: Here

Summary: Friends should always have your best interest at heart, and should never disrespect the bro code: do not disrespect the girl your friend has a crush on.

Everyday felt like a game of Russian roulette: am I going to be somewhat normal or am I going to have a mental break today? That was just the day to day life for Donnie Darko. He had some reprieves through the day that kept the freak outs to a minimum, but most days it felt like a game of chance. It didn’t help that he felt like he was being chased by a six foot tall bunny suit named Frank. And while he had friends, they weren’t real friends. People he went to school with, shared classes, and a lunch table with didn’t qualify as good, real friends to the boy. But what other choice did he have? It was worth putting up a fake front for a few hours every day, if it meant he wasn’t lonely. The one thing he couldn’t stand was their comments about the girls around school. Every time a vulgar thing came out of their mouths, Donnie knew it was time to either tune them out or leave to go do something he enjoyed.

“Did you see Jessica’s little sister? Baby girl is all grown up, and looking just a hot as her sister.”

“Damn, Heather’s got a great rack now. Not like how she was in middle school. Looked like a damn nerd with those glasses and braces.”

“Eve’s smokin’. Not someone I would go with but I’d to take her out.”

Everyday, the same vulgar comments about different girls around their school and town. It wasn’t limited to the students either, adults and teachers that were female got the same treatment. Although the boys had two brain cells that told them to be more careful with those comments, just in case someone would hear.

Today, was no different than any other day. Donnie felt somewhat stable today, no bunnies, no cryptic messages, no voices, no hallucinations. He felt alright. Sitting at the lunch table that he normally sat at, the boy tried not to listen to the comments being made today. And while he was unsuccessful for the first few minutes, someone came by to steal his attention. The same girl that had stolen his attention from his sophomore year of high school. Donnie sat up straighter when he saw her walk into the lunchroom and look around. He watched her get into the lunch line and grab her school assigned lunch. Once she was ready, she floated by his table and went to the only empty seat in the lunchroom. The other side of Donnie’s table where he sat with his “friends” was usually empty, except for when she came in.

Donnie tried to breathe in deeply without making a show of it. She chose the vanilla and jasmine perfume today, with cocoa butter. He hunched down, tried to make himself small again, and looked down at the girl at the other end of his table. Her lunch was pushed to one side, while her other was free for a notebook. He was too far away to see what she was working on, but she looked like she was flipping in between writing and drawing.

“Uh oh, Donnie is being a creep again.” The boy in question was being brought back into reality. He turned around to the other boys confused as to what they were talking about.

“What?” He asked, as he witnessed the growing smirks on the others faces.

“Why are you just staring at her, dude? That’s so damn creepy. Why don’t you just go and talk to her?” One of them said, as Donnie willed the blush he felt creeping up on him to go away. He looked behind quickly just to make sure that she hadn’t heard them talking, but she was just continuing to work in her notebook.

“Or better yet, forget her?” Another one piped up. Now Donnie was really confused. He turned back around to face the one of his friends that just spoke.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Donnie’s question sounded out of confusion, but was subtly laced with anger. He waited to see what kind of hole this guy was going to dig himself into.

“I mean, either get your dick wet or leave her Donnie. Seriously, I get that you’re weird too but even that’s stooping a little low for you. But if you want a pity date, there are plenty of other pretty but messed up girls to go with.” The rest of the group didn’t notice that Donnie was holding on by a thread. His patience and resolve were slowly but surely fading away. He had to remind himself that he was in public and acting up now would not be the best idea. But that would require a conscious, which he, himself, questioned he had.

“You know what, yeah you’re right. I mean, cause what the hell ever. I guess I should just sleep with anyone with no standards. I mean that’s how you’ve had three different STD scares in the last year, isn’t it?” No one was laughing now. The boy shrunk down in his seat, embarrassed at how loud Donnie was talking.

“And maybe she’s not attractive to you, but that doesn’t matter all that much to me. She’s probably, no scratch that, definitely better than hanging around you fuck-asses. Open your mind and ears before opening your damn mouth.” By this point, Donnie had stood up from the table and was holding his school bag over one shoulder. He was determined to get away from the group of boys after this.

“Donnie, calm the hell down man. Why are you sticking up for her? She doesn’t know who the fuck you are.” This boy just didn’t know when to shut up.

“Maybe not. Still doesn’t give you the right to make those comments about her. Besides, Diana Oliver doesn’t know who you are and you two slept together last weekend!” Donnie shouted. The whole room fell silent. No one dared even breathe as they watched the troubled young man walk out of the room with his bag over one shoulder and notebook in hand.

He sat alone in the abandoned classroom, with nothing but the noise in his head to keep himself company. His sketchbook was flung across the room in a flurry, his bag laid in the opposite corner. Quietly, he beat himself up over the incident in the lunchroom. Now even she knew that he had a crush on her. Donnie struggled to admit it to himself on the best of days, and it was now open for the whole school to laugh at. Once he had calmed down, he shuffled over and grabbed his book bag and notebook. Checking them over, and making sure that no serious damage had been done, the boy made his way over to a desk and chair to sit. He put the notebook on top, book bag to the side, and took out a pen. Sketching provided him solace from the outside world. Something for him to get lost in and keep the violent impulses down. Something for him to do alone when the world and voices get to be too much.

“Donnie?” The boy’s head shot up like a bullet out of a gun at the sound of his name. She was standing in the doorway. She was standing in the doorway of the classroom that he was in. Why wasn’t she at lunch?

“Um… hi?” Real smooth, Donnie. Hi? That’s what you’re going with?

“Hi. Can I come in?” Her voice sounded smooth like honey, and had a little lit on the end of it that he couldn’t explain.

“Sure. Free country and all.” She stepped inside the room and took the seat next to Donnie. It shocked him a little bit to have her this close; he thought she was just going to take a few steps into the room.

“I um, I wanted to thank you. For lunch. Or what happened in the lunchroom, rather. That was nice of you to say about me. No one has really done that for me before. Um, sticking up for me, that is.” Her gaze dropped down to her hands as she spoke. Rhythmically, she rubbed her hands, popped her knuckles, and twirled her ring around. A sort of nervous tick, Donnie guessed. But what did she have to be nervous around him for?

“Oh you’re welcome. They make comments all the time. I’m kind of sick of it to be honest.” His voice got quiet the more he talked, and was thankful for the silence that fell between them even if it was a little awkward.

“Did you mean it?” A quiet question was asked. It lingered in the air. Donnie kept his head down close to his arms but cut his eyes up to the girl in front of him. Neither one of them needed clarification on what she was asking. They both understood what needed to be spoken about.

“Every word.” His eyes dropped down, embarrassed to find out what would happen now that he had admitted it to the girl. But confusion filled him when he heard giggling. When he looked up, sure enough, there she was. Giggling at him. As if second nature, Donnie started to laugh quietly, still unsure if she was laughing at him.

“Donnie Darko, you are a weird guy.” She giggled out.

“Yeah. I get that occasionally.” He started to laugh a little more as he realized she wasn’t laughing at him.

“You realize that I have had a big fat crush on you since my freshman year.” Now it was Donnie’s turn to laugh at the statement.

“Really?” He asked as they found the mood and air start to lift.

“Really. Freshman English when you sat beside me. I thought you were cute anyways, but listening to the way you described your thoughts on ‘The Catcher in the Rye’, it solidified it with me. From that point on I always tried to get your attention, but was too scared to do anything.” She admitted, looking down at her hands once more.

“Sophomore year.” Donnie said quietly. He watched her head shoot up fast, as they both realized they found each other in their hearts the same year.

“Sophomore year, I was watching you give a presentation in English about how ‘The Nature of the Beast’ was a warning to us. About how we were going to become the thing we hated if we weren’t careful. The way you spoke, it was just beautiful. I had never heard someone speak so clearly and perfectly before. Your voice added to it but the thoughts on the paper you were reading off of were what attracted me. Not to mention you’re really pretty.” A blush had creeped on them both as they talked. Before anymore words could be spoken, the lunch bell rang. They knew that students were going to be flooding the hallways and classrooms once more, meaning that they had to get to their classes. The pair of students gathered their belongings and walked out of the door towards their classes.

Walking down the hallways, they were kept in silence but the sneaking glances more than made up for their lack of words. As they neared their current English class, Donnie pulled her off to the side quickly before they went inside. His eyes darted around and his mouth felt dry all the sudden.

“Would you want to go with me?” He asked as fast as he could. The students started to wean down and they only had a minute more at the most before they most definitely had to be back in the classroom. She said nothing, but simply smiled and reached into her bag. Donnie watched as she took out her notebook and ripped a page out.

“I’d love to go with you, Donnie.” She pulled the door open and went into senior English, leaving Donnie standing outside with a piece of paper in his hands. He smiled to himself, feeling accomplished with himself. Turning the paper over in his hands, his smile widened. At the top was today’s date, but the contents are what made him smile. A pen drawing of Donnie, side profile, and sitting at the lunchroom table, with what looked like a poem scribbled next to it.

Emotions we take to heart,

Never do they leave,

And if I even try to start,

A lie I can’t believe.

Young love, they call it,

But that’s not true,

For I am unfit,

And that leaves me blue.

A tale as old as time,

With souls as old,

Wishing on dimes,

I try to understand what I’m told.

But I’d gladly lay down,

And take everything you have to give,

Get away from the town,

And truly live.

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PILOT, JIMMY AND DONNIE AUDIOLIST

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

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

If these dont work lmk so i can fix em!

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PILOT KELSON (highway)

☆ getting high then fucking ig

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

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

☆ high edging this time (nother ramble fap)

DONNIE DARKO (donnie darko)

☆ having donnie breed you for funsies idk

☆movie boring fuck instead

☆ reminded me of the deleted scene i posted

☆ ramble fap cuz i love this guy

JIMMY LIVINGSTON (bubble boy)

☆ Pretty forward title tbh

☆ i love jimmy he’s a cutie

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

☆ jimmy “teaching” you guitar

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