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My first drawing... This was supposed to be Grace but I think he looked more like Driver? Probably bc I didn't add facial hair and glasses... I gave up anyway.

Drawing tips/helpful criticisms are welcome:) (please be nice though) I want to learn how to draw!

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Driver x Emo!Neighbor!Reader — sfw + nsfw hcs

note — i fear this is straight indulgent for myself lol

SFW HCS —

Driver notices you the first week you move in across the hall. Your black hoodie and the way you keep your head on it's own path when you pass him in the hallway catches his attention more than the loud music leaking from your apartment ever does. He starts timing his exits so he can hold the elevator for you, never saying much beyond a quiet nod, but his eyes linger a second longer each time.

It happens when your key breaks in the lock at 2 a.m. Driver finds you sitting on the floor outside your door, picking at the chipped polish on your nails. He doesn't ask questions, just disappears into his apartment and returns with a small toolkit. His hands work in silence while you watch his profile under the flickering hallway light. When the lock clicks open, he stands, wipes his palms on his jeans, and says his first full sentence to you: "You should get that fixed."

Your relationship builds in the quiet spaces between words. Driver starts leaving his door cracked when he's home, and you start drifting over with takeout containers and your laptop. You sit on opposite ends of his couch while a movie plays, neither of you needing to fill the silence. Sometimes you fall asleep there, and he covers you with a blanket before retreating to his bedroom.

When your ex shows up unannounced one night, Driver appears in the hallway without being called. He doesn't touch the guy, doesn't raise his voice, just stands there with his hands in his pockets until your ex gets uncomfortable enough to leave. After that, he starts walking you to your car in the mornings, always staying three steps behind like he's giving you space while still being present.

It happens after you help him fix a rip in his jacket. You're both sitting on his kitchen floor, thread and needles scattered around you, when you look up and realize how close his face is. He doesn't move forward or back, just waits. You close the distance, and he kisses you back with this careful intensity, like he's been thinking about it for weeks but didn't want to rush anything.

Driver wakes up early for work, but he starts setting his alarm ten minutes earlier so he can make you coffee before he leaves. He learns how you take it without asking, just watches the way you drink it the first time you stay over. You start leaving your chipped mugs in his sink, and he never moves them until you come back.

Driver isn't big on public displays, but in private he likes when you lean against him while he drives. Your head on his shoulder, your fingers tracing patterns on his thigh while he keeps both hands on the wheel. At red lights he glances over, and the corner of his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile.

Driver doesn't have many people in his life, but he starts bringing you around the garage where he works on cars. The guys there notice the way he watches you when you're not looking, the way his hand finds the small of your back when you lean over an engine. They don't say anything, but they start including you in conversations about weekend plans.

It happens gradually. Your toothbrush appears in his bathroom. Your records start mixing with his on the shelf. One night you fall asleep in his bed and just never leave. He never asks you to move in officially, just starts clearing drawer space and making room in his closet without comment.

Driver isn't the type to talk about forever, but he starts including you in his thoughts without realizing it. "We should check out that new diner" becomes "We should check out that new diner next weekend." His apartment key appears on your keyring one day, and he never mentions it, just watches you use it like it's always been there.

NSFW HCS — 18+ MDNI.

It builds slowly over weeks of almost-touching. The night it finally happens, you're both on his couch again, but this time your legs are tangled and his hand is resting on your hip. When you shift closer, he goes still, waiting for you to lead. You straddle his lap and his hands settle on your waist, thumbs brushing under your shirt. He lets you set the pace, his breathing getting heavier as you grind down against him through layers of clothing.

Driver discovers he likes going down on you more than anything else. He'll spend what feels like hours between your thighs, his tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes while his hands pin your hips to the mattress. He doesn't talk much during, but the sounds he makes are low and appreciative, like he's savoring every reaction you give him. When you pull his hair, his rhythm falters in the best way.

When you take charge, Driver goes pliant under you. He lets you push him onto his back, lets you pin his wrists above his head while you ride him. His eyes stay locked on your face the whole time, watching every expression with this focused intensity. He only moves when you tell him to, his hips rolling up to meet you in perfect rhythm with your commands.

You leave hickeys on his chest where his jacket will cover them. He returns the favor on your inner thighs, sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin while his fingers work you open. Neither of you mentions them the next day, but you both know they're there, hidden under layers of clothing.

Sometimes the tension builds too high during the day. He'll come home from a job with that look in his eyes, and you'll barely make it inside before he's pressing you against the door. His hands are everywhere at once, pushing clothes aside just enough to get what he needs. These times are fast and rough, both of you too worked up to take it slow, but he always makes sure you come first.

You start making playlists for when you're together, the emo and indie songs creating the soundtrack to your encounters. Driver learns that certain songs make you more desperate, others make you want to take your time. He starts recognizing the patterns and adjusts his pace accordingly.

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Some late night doodles

I drive vs I do not drive

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possessive driver.... :-)c

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omega!afab!reader x alpha!driver

so we know that the alphas knot locks in the omega after mating right? okay so. after driver knots his omega hes stuck there for a good while. and hes feeling a lil greedy so hes rubbing readers clit until reader cums repeatedly -> overstim -> dumbification kink? and it boosts drivers ego so much bcs he can get his omega to cum his cock without him even needing to move!

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BARK BARK BARK first time writing a/b/o content btw sorry if this is DICKASS.

Driver’s knot is heavy and thick inside you, locking you tight to him on the bed. His hips stay still, but his fingers find your clit and start rubbing slow, steady circles.

You twitch around him, already sensitive from the stretch. He keeps the pressure light at first, watching your face. When your walls flutter again he presses a little harder, thumb working that swollen spot until your thighs shake.

"Mm-, you’re squeezing me so ha—rd" he mutters, voice low. His knot throbs, keeping you stretched open while he rubs faster. Your next orgasm hits quick, pussy pulsing around him, slick dripping down his balls.

He doesn’t stop. Keeps circling your clit through the aftershocks, eyes fixed on the way your body jerks. You try to squirm but the knot holds you in place, forcing you to take every stroke of his thumb.

"Thaaaat's it.." he breathes. "Cum on me again." Your vision blurs as another climax rolls through you, cunt clenching harshly. He groans at the feeling, ego bumping up every time your body milks him without him moving an inch.

By the fourth orgasm you’re babbling, words slurred, drool on your lip. Driver watches you fall apart, thumb never slowing, knot pulsing hot inside you while you come again and again, completely wrecked and still stuck on him.