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[sometimesshittyethubs]

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[foxdev1l]

ryan gosling is the epitome of the ao3 tag 'crack treated seriously'

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[gcslingss]

good boy | driver.

summary: you didn’t think driver would be so good at listening to orders.

pairing: sub!driver x afab!reader

warnings: not sfw minors dni, pain kink, praise kink, smut, reader has a vagina, orgasming, dry humping, mild swearing, slight fluff, kissing, dom-sub dynamics

word count: 1.1k

notes: this wasn’t supposed to become smut, but it was inevitable. apologies if its shitty, and thank you if you thought it wasn’t. enjoy :)

You were still a little bewildered as to how you ended up here in this hotel room, seated on Driver’s lap.

He didn’t tell you his name, but Driver worked just as well.

One moment, he had asked if he could drop you off at your room for your safety, and the next, this was happening.

There were better ways of phrasing this, but you were too lost in the heat of all the sensations to care.

His mouth was moving against yours with a passion you didn’t think he had, seeing how broody he had been the entire trip to here, but God, you loved it.

As you kissed him, your mind went further with imagination, wondering how he’d react if you took control, made him beg, and your fingers clutched painfully tight onto his collar.

There was no harm in trying.

He brought his hands up your thighs, and you found it to be the perfect moment to sate your curiosity. You pushed them off, and pulled away from the kiss.

Driver didn’t expect that. He gave you a perplexed look, and teasingly, you traced his perfectly red, swollen lower lip.

“Don’t touch me unless I tell you to,” you said simply, your tone bare but your words commanding, and it did something to him.

“Is that clear, love?”

You words clicked a switch. Something carnal spurred inside him, a feeling that had been buried under years of silence.

He nodded, and let his hands fall behind, but his dark gaze was forever tethered to yours.

“Good boy,” you cooed, and the softest of sighs left his mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed with a look of pained longing on his face.

You just wanted him even worse now.

You slid a hand into his dirty blonde hair, fingers gently caressing, nails barely scratching at his scalp. 

“Relax,” you whispered, and he did.

You leaned in, hand still in his hair, and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, on his chin, on his throat that bobbed when you did, and as you sunk lower to his collarbone, you unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, pushed the cloth aside, and pressed your lips  to the jutting bone. 

You heard Driver take in a sharp breath as he attempted to keep composure, and you couldn’t help but smile. How hard he was trying.

Gently, you nipped at the skin, hard enough for it to leave a scarlet mark on his flesh. 

Driver groaned under his breath, the sound only providing more incentive for you to keep going.

“D’you like that?” you asked quietly, and you saw him hesitate.

But then you cupped his jaw with your hand and tipped his head upward, and brushed your thumb over his chin, and he nodded eagerly.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, swallowing thickly.

“Yeah, what?” you goaded. A look of defiance flashed past his eyes, but then he gave in.

“I… I like it when you hurt me.”

Oh, that was beautiful.

At those words, you tugged at his hair, hard, and he jumped, letting out a small cry of pain.

A rush of concern. “Are— are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” He paused, and then swallowed, his finger grazing over your knee. “Do it again.”

Oh.

You massaged his scalp with the tips of your fingers and tugged again, harder than last time.

A moan escaped Driver’s mouth that you could only describe as ecstatic, and when you felt him harden through his jeans, you just chuckled breathily.

“Oh, you love this,” you purred in his ear, “You’re so needy, hmm?” and he just noiselessly nodded.

“Please—“ he mumbled, voice laced with pure want.

You really couldn’t hold back any longer.

Softly, you started to grind against him, and you almost lost your mind when you heard him let out the neediest moan yet, rutting back instantly. 

“G-Good boy.”

His head fell back against the headboard of the bed, his hands came to your waist, holding you down, and his legs spread, allowing you to pleasure the both of you better.

His breathing was erratic, fluttering, and you took the opportunity to grab him by his shirt collar and crash your lips against his in a kiss that wasn’t like the rest of them; it was hot, needy, and absolutely out of your control.

You felt him say something unintelligible against your mouth.

“Hm?”

His eyes were barely open when he requested something that knocked the breath out of you.

“Choke me, please,” he said, hooded eyes looking up at you like a puppy.

“…Fuck,” you found yourself muttering, the tautness in your lower stomach only tightening. “Of, course, love, yeah.”

As you rutted against him, your thumb trailed from his chin to his Adam’s Apple, before your fingers clutched onto his throat, firm but unhurting.

He looked beautiful and so fucking needy under you with the way his skin glistened with sweat, eyes rolled to the back of his head, gasping for breath, his hips bucking further and further against yours, faint, meaningless little pleas falling from his swollen lips.

You should’ve found him so long ago. You should’ve done this ages ago, making him surrender to you, letting you do as you pleased, hurt him, make him feel things that turned his vision hazy.

It only took a few more moments for you to come undone, faintly whimpering, and your fingers curled against his throat hard enough for it to hurt. You could feel your panties wetten, your legs feeling weak.

But you couldn’t stop, not when Driver was clearly so close to his own orgasm. You could feel how damp his jeans had become.

You started to grind faster, unrelenting, choking him harder, teeth finding the skin beneath his ear as you nipped it, and that was the last straw for him.

The lowest, darkest of growls rumbled from his mouth as he came, hard, his thrusts reaching a sloppy end, the denim becoming warm and soaked.

You let your hand slide lower to his chest, and you could feel his thudding heart.

“You did so well,” you mumbled, entirely spent. You let yourself rest against his form, taking in deep breaths. “Good job.”

A gentle rumble of a ‘thanks’ echoed into your ears, and you felt him press a hesitating kiss on your head. A smile tugged at your lips at this.

“You were such a good boy, hm?”

You looked up at him, running a hand through his sweaty hair and pushing the strands from his face.

He smiled back, barely, but it was something.

tags: @barbiehandlrr @hollandstrophyhusband @officer-kd6 @bimbocoreblonde @webbo0 @sixyphus @ken-dom

[pineappical]

autistic drivers with great taste in music 🦂🚗

[seekmemystar]

That one scene from the notebook but jegulus

James, voice rough, gesturing wildly: GET IN THE WATER! GET IN!

Regulus:

James, voice soft, hands reaching for reg: I'm sorry, get in the water, baby. Baby, would you get in?

[myself-bin]

(a lot of) ryans

[frecklystars]

♬♪ ♡ broken and bruised, longing for you - ̗̀💐 ̖́-

[foxdev1l]

@hollandstrophyhusband meow

[aboutl0ve]

[hum-budbak-hai]

I just don't know why but whenever I hear the "Epilogue" of La La Land it makes me want to cry my heart out because I imagined myself dancing with him in this song!

(there is no him)

[makobloggz]

[raccoon-sex-dungeon]

tagged by @1000-geckos-in-a-trenchcoat <3

what are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Hell of a Ride - FIZZ

High in Brighton - FIZZ

I’m Just Ken - Barbie (2023)

BAD BITCH - Tessa Violet

Eat Your Young - Hozier

And I’ll tag @human-leather-hat-appreciator @darkshrimpemotions @vacuously-true & honestly anyone else who wants to bc I love hearing what people are listening to :^)

[taintedcigs]

he’s so bbg bf coded i love him w my entire heart <3

[randomspider]

You're never too old to be a dumb white boy

[star-of-waterdeep]

hey what. what if. what if ken. what if ken was one of my f/os