#driver drive

[bittersweetresilience]

also made a presentation for my friends recently

[graceshailmary]

And truly the worst part about falling so deep into Ryan Gosling’s filmography because of Project Hail Mary is finding out that film bros were right about Drive (2011) and Blade Runner 2049 being peak cinema

[prudejudee]

Ryland/Colt/Driver x Camgirl!Reader ୭ 🎵—FEM!reader

ahem. can u tell i went crazy w driver for this one...lol thats my bf ☹️🖤..

RYLAND GRACE

— He stumbles onto your Twitter by accident while searching for "zero-gravity simulation" and instead finds your pinned tweet: a twenty-second clip of you riding a dildo in nothing but thigh-high socks. He watches it nine times before he even realizes he's hard. His first thought is "I need to analyze this frame by frame for… scientific purposes." He doesn't. He just cums into his palm, face flushed, muttering your display name under his breath.

— During your live streams, he takes notes. Not creepy stalker notes, helpful observations. He focuses on the angle for your hips when you arch your back, the exact pressure needed on your clit from the way you gasp when you use a vibrator, the precise rhythm that makes your thighs tremble. He tells himself it's for "research." Then he uses those notes to jerk off later, imagining he's the one applying those findings.

— He finally works up the courage to request a custom video: you, dressed like a lab coat, reading a fake scientific paper about "The Effects of Repeated Orgasm on Cognitive Function in Pretty Women." You film it, giggling and snorting through the whole thing, finding it ridiculous but creative. He cums before you even finish the papers. He nervously saves the video to a hidden folder.

— He's watched your "cum countdown" video so many times he knows exactly when you moan his name, you said his name once—joking—and he's never forgotten. He replays that second over and over, whispering your name back, his hand wrapped around his cock, pretending you're there, that you're saying it for real.

COLT SEAVERS

— He finds your Twitter through a friend's retweet, sees you in a lacy bra and boy shorts, and immediately thinks "I could make her scream louder than that." He follows you, likes every single post, and leaves corney, god awful comments like "You're a hazard, sweetheart. I'd risk the fall." He's cocky, but he's also genuine and pining hard, and he doesn't care who knows.

— He slides into your DMs with a photo of himself shirtless, covered in fake blood from a stunt, holding a thumbs-up. "Just took a hit for the team. You look like you'd be worth the concussion." You laugh to yourself and reply, "You'd have to impress me first." He's hooked. He spends the next week trying to come up with a line that's better than that. He fails. He sends you a video of him doing a backflip off a moving car instead. (idiot.)

— He catches one of your streams live, and you're doing a "strip tease challenge" where you remove one piece of clothing for every donation. He donates $500 just to see you take off your panties. You read his username, "stunterseavs" and say, "A stuntman i'm assuming? I've always wanted to fuck an adrenaline junkie." He cums in his jeans right there, hunched over his phone, missing the rest of the stream because he's too busy cleaning up.

— He sees other guys in your comments, talking dirty, and he gets possessive. He starts commenting with his own brand of "alpha" energy (it's extremely loser-ish): "Back off, freaks. She's mine." He knows it's pathetic, but he can't stop. He DMs you, "Tell me I'm the only one you think about when you touch yourself...please?" You send him a voice note of you moaning his name with a fat smug grin on your face. He saves it and listens to it on loop while he fucks his fist.

DRIVER

— He finds your Twitter entirely by accident—a retweet from a crash video account that seemingly accidentally retweeted or was hacked into. Your profile pic is you in a tiny little dress that has your tits spilling out and he stares at it for ten minutes before following. He never likes, never comments, never retweets. He just watches. At night, in his apartment, he opens your profile on his phone, scrolls through your entire archive, and jerks off silently, riddled with a hot flush of guilt, is jaw tight and his eyes never leave the screen. He never makes a sound.

— Your videos often feature you touching yourself, your fingers glistening, and he can't stop thinking about his hands on you. But he always imagines wearing his driving gloves—the leather ones, the ones he wears when he's working. He imagines sliding them over your thighs, your cunt, the rough texture making you gasp. He strokes his cock with the same gloves on, the leather smelling of gasoline and sweat, and he comes hard, his breath hitching and ragged.

— He watches you live, but he never types in chat. He just sits in the dark, his laptop's glow on his face, his hand moving slowly under his sweatpants. You're playing with a vibrator, gasping soft, and he's so focused he forgets to breathe. When you cum, he does too, silently, his cum spilling over his fingers. He wipes his hand on his shirt and closes the laptop without a word.

— One night, you're streaming and you mention you have a thing for hands. "Big, strong hands. Perhaps a little veiny. Definitely wearing gloves." He freezes. He's wearing his gloves right now. He slowly takes one off, then the other, and he sends you a private message: a photo of his bare hand, palm open, slightly scarred knuckles. He doesn't write anything else. You reply, "I'd let those hands do anything." He gets too worked up before he can even reply.

— He fantasizes about picking you up from a stream. You're in a club, or a bar, and he's in the corner, watching. He follows you to the parking lot, grabs your wrist—gentle despite the action—and pushes you against his car. He doesn't say a word. He just kisses you, hard, his tongue in your mouth, his hand up your skirt. He fucks you against the door, his hand over your mouth, and you come on his cock without a loud sound. He drives you home, doesn't ask for your number, and the next night he watches your stream again, knowing you're thinking of him.

HOPE THIS WAS DECENT? lmk if we want more of these three or any of these ones...

PART TWO!?

Holland/Dan/Luke

Lars/Dan/Holland

Henry/Lars/Dan

Luke/Henry/Holland

Voting ended onJul 15

[horrorofdietcoke]

perfectly fine | driver x m!reader

tags | casual, smut (dryhumping, coming in pants, the usual), driver x male reader, actor reader, undefined relationship, established relationship words | 1.7k request? | by anon summary | driver is your stunt double, and after a day of filming you unwind in your trailer with some dry humping

notes | send in requests! (especially sub! / bottom! ryland grace). writing a fic for someone without a name was an experience. can't wait to do it again for the next one lol. i was going to jump straight into smut, but i've developed a bad habit of making some plot pre-smut. reblog if you liked it!

you cringed at the metallic screech of the car crashing into the metal pole. almost instantly, the response crew ran across the open set and swarmed the car, fire extinguishers in hand like they’d done this a million times before. which, you supposed they might as well had considering how many stunts were in this movie alone.

you stayed put, watching with bated breath as your stunt double was helped out of the racecar. he had his helmet tucked under his arm, already moving away, even as the physicians tried to check him over.

at their insistence, he stayed put for a few moments, giving a nod in response to the medical team’s questions. his eyes met yours briefly.

for a moment, the world seemed to blur. everyone else fell out of focus, except for him. maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just your imagination—but you could’ve sworn you saw the barest curve of a smile on his face. a private acknowledgement, meant just for you.

“alright, great work everyone!” kristoff, the director, clapped his hands a few times, breaking the private trance. “don’t forget! we’re back here tomorrow at six, sharp! great work today, guys. great work.”

you nodded briefly at the director, already turned towards your trailer to avoid being pulled into another conversation. while you normally loved to speak, especially about your work and passion, there was something you were more interested in that evening.

you lingered behind, letting your steps slow without making it obvious. your eyes flicked back, and there he was again. wearing that same faint, almost smug smile, held just long enough for you to catch it. it was just a little more deliberate than last time, enough for you to be sure that it was directed to you. meant for you.

you responded with a subtle motion toward your trailer, careful and casual. his nod back was just as discreet, and the stupid little grin that crept onto your face felt completely justified.

by the time you got to your trailer, the chaos of the set felt distant, replaced by the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the sound of the door shutting behind you. you leaned back against it for a second, trying to let your blood settle.

the adrenaline from the stunt, even as a bystander, hadn’t left you completely. seeing the way he handled the car, twisting and turning as if it was an extension of himself… it left a feeling in your chest that you didn’t even bother trying to name. you’d spent the last few weeks trying not to name it.

you kicked off your shoes, almost walking past before doubling back to rearrange them a little bit neater. the smell of leather and coffee was strong in the trailer, a mix of all the costumes and cheap drink you’d consumed in the past weeks. when a short knock sounded on the door, you weren’t surprised.

you merely turned and found him slipping inside the trailer before anyone caught him. he still had some grease and fake soot on his face—remnants from the stunt he’d just completed. his short hair was sticking up in places, like he hadn’t bothered to smooth it down after removing his helmet.

“hey there, hotshot,” you smirked teasingly, leaning your hip sideways against the inside of the trailer. “i was wondering how long it’d take for you to get here.”

your grin widened when he didn’t even roll his eyes in response to the teasing. instead his smirk turned sharper, and your chest tightened at the sight.

“would’ve been quicker if i could teleport,” he said.

you laughed at that, head tipped back as you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you saw the crinkle in his own eyes before he stepped in towards you. your laughter died, but the smile remained on both of your faces as the distance between you closed in two steps.

“hey,” you whispered, unable to stand the silence.

your hand lifted, brushing lightly over the back of his neck. you watched almost in awe as he leaned into it, lashes fluttering shut for a moment. he didn’t use words, but you could understand him anyways. your noses nearly touched, breaths mingling as your lips drew nearer.

you closed the gap, mouth moving over his slowly at first. getting reacquainted after an entire day apart. your other hand lifted to graze his hip, and you pulled him closer. his hips knocked into yours and he let out a sound so sweet that you had to pry apart his lips to drink it up. the hand on his hip drifted to the small of his back, before dipping lower and resting on the curve of his ass.

the corners of his lips tipped up enough just for you to feel it into the kiss. you grinned back, nipping his lower lip before letting your lips trail down. you settled your lips against a spot below his neck where a fading hickey still remained. 

“makeup department give you any trouble?” you murmured against his skin.

“not as much as medical,” he responded quietly after a moment.

you smiled and bit the spot again, before soothing the sting with a swipe of your tongue.

he let out a low hiss, his fingers tangling into your hair as you began to suck the spot. after a few moments, he began to get impatient, if the way he repeatedly tugged on your hair was any indication.

“eager,” you teased with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.

“we’re on a time constraint,” he responded, sharply tugging at your hair once again. “i’d rather not have the janitors walk in on us again.”

“that was one time,” you defended yourself while smiling stupidly. “and they never recognized you. besides, i thought i apologized for that already. multiple times.”

“you did,” he said. “but i’ll still bring it up.”

your eyes crinkled with your grin, but you let him back you up onto the couch in your trailer. the leather creaked below you as you sat down, getting comfortable. you pulled your shirt off and threw it aside, arms spread over the back of the couch as you looked up at him.

he was standing still above you, brows slightly furrowed as if he was contemplating something.

“what?” you laughed. “getting cold feet after four weeks of this?”

he shook his head simply, taking off his own shirt as well before settling onto your lap, his knees on either side of your thighs. you raised a brow, about to ask him if you should take your pants off first, when he rocked his hips suddenly.

the moan you let out was echoed by him, a sudden sound in the quiet of the trailer.

“fuck,” you murmured, bringing both hands around to settle onto his hips. you tilted your head back, letting him come down to mark the column of your throat.

“let’s do it like this,” he said against your skin.

your response was lost as he rubbed his clothed erection against your own, this time more deliberately.

“y-yeah,” you managed to ground out. “like this is perfectly fine.”

your hands on his hips guided his slow rocking, while your own hips twitched upwards to chase more of that friction and meet him in the middle. your mouths were pressed together again in a kiss, but it was little more than an exchange of moans and heavy breaths. he ground his hips faster, and you could feel his cock twitch despite the layers between you.

you wanted to say something, anything, but your brain had short circuited so that nothing was clear except for him and the way he moved against you. the way he fit, like a missing puzzle piece.

one of your hands slid down from his hips to the globe of his ass, and squeezed.

“fuck,” he responded breathily into your own mouth.

you felt him reposition himself slightly, reangle just so. in a way that the friction was nearly unbearable as he continued his motions. the shape of his cock was already familiar to you, but the way it pressed against your own like this had to be a form of heaven.

“i’m—fuck, i could cum like this,” he murmured, lips wet as he spoke against yours.

“then do it,” you responded, the breath suddenly knocked out of your lungs. just the thought of bringing him over the edge like this was enough to make your cock twitch in your pants.

he bit your jaw, and then picked up the pace once more. you rocked your hips up each time, meeting him in the middle of each movement. the layers of fabric between the two of you, and the way you could still feel the outline of his cock made you desperate for relief. you rubbed against him quicker, whispering a mixture of honey-slick encouragement. you didn’t even think they made sense, the words leaving your mouth, but you were too far gone to even care.

you felt him drop his head against the crook of your neck, just barely covering up the sound of his broken moan as his movements slowed down. it took a few moments for your lust-addled brain to catch up, but then you felt the wetness of his pants against your own. heat rolled low in your stomach, and it didn’t take long for you to follow him over the edge.

you panted quietly, one hand rubbing his lower back while the other brushed the short hair along his nape. when he finally lifted his head, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he was flushed a pretty pink. he looked wrecked, considering you guys hadn’t even taken all of your clothes off. you were sure that you didn’t look any better.

you couldn’t help but brush back some of the sweaty strands against his forehead. “remind me to do this again soon.”

this time he rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh escaping him. “if you don’t get dressed and get out of here before the janitors come by, there won’t be anything happening soon.”

you watched with a fond smile as he got up, collecting a shirt off the ground and prepared to make his way back to his car. you stayed close behind him the entire way.

maybe you’d be getting your repeat performance sooner than expected.

[iktheend]

stalker!driver who parks outside your work 10 minuted before you leave your shift to make sure you get out safe

stalker!driver who knows your daily routine

stalker!driver who watches you through your apartment window

stalker!driver who buys you things before even having a conversation with you

stalker!driver who follows behind your car perfectly enough that you dont notice someones following you

stalker!driver who sits in his car outside your apartment block, knuckles white against the wheel, waiting for you to leave because you’re 5 minutes later than usual

stalker!driver who practices what he’d say if you ever noticed him

stalker!driver who has definitely jerked off more than once in his car to the thought of you

stalker!driver who is desperate to hear your voice properly

stalker!driver who is on my mind 25/8

[romantacysblog]

Ryan Gosling Plink pt4

These can be for any of his characters

Ryland has a big thing for fucking you with his fingers while testing your knowledge on all his nerdy science interests. If you get one wrong, he spanks your pretty pussy until you get it right.

Sometimes Ryland will run his mouth and piss you off. In these cases, he doesn't deserve anything better than this.

just Ryan munchin

This just gives driver vibes. The way hes so gentle and rubs the marshmallow on his cock, letting you suck on it.

This is just Leland. hes whiny

court punishing you. , fingering your tight pussy

grinding on lukes thigh after hes done performing on his bike. , eating you outttttt

grinding on Lars's cock after he had a long day

[astrophxge]

welcome 2 the dark side. I GOTTA KNOW YOUR HCS FOR DOM!DRIVER PLSS

Hello Jude Tumblr’s number one Driver lover, mmmggf Dom!Driver

NSFW UNDER THE CUT - Fem! Reader

Mmdhdh okay. He NEVER does too much. No raising his voice. Simple, low commands. A simple “come here, pretty” or “on your knees” is all it takes. If you hesitate, he’ll just tilt his head slightly, give you this look and wait.

Driving is foreplay to him. He’ll take you on late night drives through the city, one hand on the wheel and the other between your thighs when the roads permit it. You’re not allowed to cum until he says, and he’ll edge you for miles. He likes to see his pretty girl squirm.

He’s incredibly methodical and will learn your body down to a science. He knows exactly how to keep you shaking and begging underneath him, how much pressure to use when he pins your wrists above your head. He’ll tie you up so gently with soft rope or his belt, checking in to make sure it’s never too tight (unless that’s what you want, in which case he’ll relent but spend forever worrying over the deep red marks that are left behind once he’s untied you. It’s both thrilling to know he did that to you and worrying to think you might be hurt)

Ooooh god so possessive but never aggressive about it, at least not to you. He tracks your moods, your needs. You’re his and he’s gonna make sure everyone knows that, including you. If a guy ever tries anything with you, he’s right there, a steady hand on your back and staring him down icily. That’s when he fucks you the hardest, driving into you like he has something to prove, territory to claim. He’ll leave marks all over your body, bruising your thighs with his fingers or sucking dark marks into your neck. He doesn’t need to say “mine.” The way he’s touching you makes it clear.

After a rough scene he’s incredibly tender, with slow kisses and warm cloths, carrying you to the shower, getting you drinks. He’s always so soft, asking what you need, what he can do, if that was okay for you. He’ll praise you endlessly.

Prefers positions where he can hold you down or see your face and kiss you. He likes doing most, if not all, of the work. His pretty baby shouldn’t have to lift a finger. Sometimes he’ll let you take control at your insistence, but he enjoys taking care of you. He fucks with the same quiet intensity that he does everything with. Eye contact is a must, it just heightens every sensation for him.

LOVESS making you watch how he fucks you in mirrors or any reflective surface. Car windows at night oouhhh😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Gripping your jaw and murmuring “You see that? Look how pretty you are taking me” MMMGGFF FUCK.

BREATH PLAY… He’s always controlled about it. A big hand around your throat as he drives into you from above, applying just enough pressure for everything to feel fuzzy and the pleasure to have you seeing stars while he stares into your eyes and fucks you slow and deep. He watches your face like it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. To him, it is.

Late nights when he comes back from a job are always full of desperate kisses, shallow thrusts and whispered praises. He needs it more than you, and you’ll happily let him have it, even if you’re half asleep.

OOUUGGGHhh I bust. It’s all over the screen bro 🤤🤤

[lenkarza]

figuring out how i want to draw him and his wet baby blues in my style 🔨