#Ken x Driver

[ken-dom]

It’s Crazy How I Need Your Friction

Ken x Driver

3.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Driver didn’t mind the occasional mess, because Ken always cleaned up after himself. He didn’t care very much for horses, either, but they made Ken happy and he liked Ken to be happy. He hadn’t, however, been so keen on Ken’s recent obsession with tools. At least, not to begin with.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: Thank you to my big sister K for reading this weeks ago and then reading it again when I finally got motivation to finish it. Motivation also provided by her and our delightful, never ending Driver conversation! Title from Kiss Me You Animal by Burn The Ballroom, recommended by Sascha 💖

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, masturbation, use of vibrator, dry humping, mentioned hand jobs and blow jobs, overstimulation, blood mention, crying, hammer kink - but specifically Driver’s hammer, copious amounts of glizz!

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Driver’s bland apartment had been much more a home since Ken had been around to brighten the place up.

There were always little surprises awaiting him when he returned, like when Ken tried baking for the first time and Driver found flour on every possible surface, between the bedsheets and dusted over the bathroom sink. But the extravagantly iced cupcakes smelled heavenly and tasted as incredible as Ken himself; Driver couldn’t ever get enough of that sweet pink glitter, and that night it was only improved by the butter icing smeared over Ken’s pretty face and bare chest.

Then there was the time Ken had come by a new horse themed blanket to throw over the otherwise dull two-seat sofa. Driver, never having been one for spending a great deal of time on soft furnishings at all, thought it was the softest texture he’d ever touched and fell asleep stroking the fleece with his fingertips while listening to Ken witter on endlessly and eagerly about his favourite horse facts.

Driver didn’t mind the occasional mess, because Ken always cleaned up after himself. He didn’t care very much for horses, either, but they made Ken happy and he liked Ken to be happy.

He hadn’t, however, been so keen on Ken’s recent obsession with tools. At least, not to begin with.

Ken had seen Driver come home with what he had learned was a hammer tucked into the back of his trousers one night, and after a brief explanation from Driver, his perfect doll had asked far too many questions for his liking.

Ever since then, and much to Driver’s dismay, Ken had been somewhat fixated. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was about the hammer that captivated him, but it seemed to stir something inside. Something thrilling. The same kind of feeling he got when Driver touched him in certain places, or kissed his neck. Tingly. Exciting.

‘Show me how you use it?’ he’d asked breathlessly while Driver was laid between his thighs, rolling his hips to slide their slick lengths together, lips hot against Ken’s neck, and Driver would shake his head without a word, rutting faster against his doll to distract his mind from the thought.

‘Where do you take it?’ he’d questioned with a whine as Driver wrapped his elegant, gloved hand around Ken’s pretty cock and pumped painfully slowly a few nights later.

‘Focus on my touch,’ Driver instructed plainly, swiping his thumb over Ken’s shimmering tip and eliciting a thick pearl of glittering precum and a hungry little groan.

Ken forgot about it soon enough.

‘Can you use it on me?’ he’d asked the next week.

That was the question that finally made Driver freeze up.

They were sitting on the soft horse blanket watching TV together, Drivers fingers sliding over the fleece in soothing, repetitive patterns with Ken’s perfectly pedicured feet resting on his lap.

‘Please?’ Ken pushed. ‘I want to see how it… feels…’

Driver’s fingers stopped rubbing at the blanket and he turned to look at Ken. His cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated, an enticing bulge steadily growing in his ridiculously sexy grey sweatpants.

‘No,’ Driver said softly but firmly, sparkling eyes flicking back up to Kens pleading ones.

‘Oh, please… you look so good with it. So strong and-’

Driver crawled forward and sealed his lips over Kens, heated and forceful.

‘You’re better than that, Ken,’ Driver breathed against those perfect lips, a hard bulge tenting in his jeans, now, too.

And then Ken’s vision blurred as Driver dipped lower, pulled down those grey sweatpants and wrapped his mouth around Ken’s pretty, throbbing cock.

****

Two days later, there was something waiting for Ken when he dragged himself out of bed and shuffled through to the kitchen.

Driver had usually left the apartment by the time Ken woke up, which was no surprise. Since living in the real world, some days Ken could sleep in until lunch and still take an afternoon nap. How humans did so much without rest caused his head to ache if he thought about it for too long.

This morning (or was it afternoon now?), beside Ken’s horse mug, prepared with a strawberry tea bag, and a full kettle ready to boil at the touch of a button on the counter, was a plain white box wrapped with a pink bow, a short message jotted on the front in neat black ink.

TO MY PRETTY DOLL, Ken recognised Driver’s all-caps handwriting immediately, SOMETHING A LITTLE SAFER FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH. BE GOOD FOR ME UNTIL I’M HOME.

The message was signed off with a little winking face that made Ken’s heart flutter. Be good with a wink usually seemed to mean it was ok to be naughty from what he’d understood of the real world so far.

Ken’s brow furrowed and his head tilted to the side as he unwrapped the bow and slid the lid off the box. Inside was a charging cable, a small bottle of liquid, and a brand new hammer.

It didn’t look like Driver’s hammer. It wasn’t made of heavy looking metal, it was pink, which immediately delighted Ken, and it had three buttons near the top. The handle was textured with a soft twisted groove running around it, rounded rather pleasantly at the end. It looked soft and hard in equal measures and something about that made Ken’s core clench.

He carefully removed the hammer from the packaging and held the tool in his palm, gently running his fingers over the soft silicone, wondering what the buttons were for. Driver’s hammer didn’t have buttons.

He pressed the one in the centre of the three, displaying what he had recently learned was the universal symbol for on/off, and upon feeling the effect it had, immediately dropped it.

The hammer buzzed across the counter top, having vibrated quite vigorously in Ken’s grip, and as much as it had surprised him, it had also turned his eyes wide.

This was no hammer, Ken realised, it was a sex toy. The first one he’d seen for real. The first one he’d held. And it was all his.

He watched in awe as his new toy juddered along, feeling a familiar sort of power pump through his veins.

Did Driver want him to use it? He wasn’t sure exactly how to do that. He could figure it out, though, he was sure. Maybe there would be an instruction manual. Like the one included with the coffee table flat pack they’d bought, which Driver assembled while Ken watched, hard and panting by the time Driver had finished with the screwdriver.

Giggling at how the toy had felt against his palm, he picked it up and switched it off, heading straight back to bed with the box tucked under his arm like he meant business and his head held high with a determined grin pulling at his lips.

Settling into place, cross-legged on the unmade bed, he popped the bottle of liquid from the packaging, and discovered a folded piece of paper hidden under it.

Beneath the brand name and and a bold subtitle of Vibrates on all ends!, the paper contained instructions in impossibly minuscule text. Much to Ken’s relief, as he scanned down the paper he found little drawings showing how each button worked, how to charge the toy, and how to use each part.

His cheeks burned the more he looked at the little images. Driver had chosen this toy especially for him, and wherever he was right now, he’d know Ken was using it. His heart began to pound in his chest.

A quiet little whine filled the otherwise silent room, Ken’s cock was already leaking in anticipation. He was sure he could learn by doing rather than being shown… Driver wouldn’t have trusted him with it otherwise, would he?

He dropped back onto the pillows and shimmied his joggers down, gasping at the cool air stinging his heated flesh. He grabbed the hammer and, watching carefully, dragged the head of it slowly up the underside of his length, collecting a thick pearl of sparkly precum from the tip, holding it there as his chest heaved.

Hand shaking, his thumb moved to hover over the on/off button again, and swallowing hard, Ken started up the vibration.

A high pitched moan echoed around the whole apartment. The vibration was a little strong to start with, so he quickly played with the top button to adjust the strength, groaning in relief when he found the perfect setting.

His cock was throbbing already, and aching to be touched. He pushed the head of the hammer lower, pressing it against the base of his cock before gradually pulling it back up, feeling every jolt of the vibrator in minute detail.

Ken’s free hand balled into a tight fist, twisting the sheets beneath him in his grip, and his head dropped back against the pillow as his back arched off the bed.

It felt like nothing he could ever have imagined, his whole body completely lost in the rapture of the vibration, shooting sensations he’d never before felt through his whole body. All thought had vanished in a haze of overwhelming bliss and in the midst of a loud string of weak, hungry moans, a guttural, drawn out growl erupted from his throat as a hot rope of glittery slick shot up over his stomach and coated his smooth skin with a pretty, pink release.

Ken never had much of a refractory period. He wasn’t sure if it was due to having been a doll in Barbieland – Ken was made to be used in whichever way the person playing with him saw fit. Or perhaps it was because since he became human and discovered so many new physical sensations, he had been insatiably horny to make up for all that genital-less time.

In any event, he was hard again almost immediately, and, ignoring the pink shimmer drying on his stomach, he immediately pressed the vibrator to hip tip again, long fingers wrapping around his sensitive cock to stroke his shaft, pumping lightly.

He imagined what Driver might do if he saw him like this, with that dangerous glint in his handsome eyes; the look that fascinated Ken… flicking away his toothpick to focus his mouth on lapping up the mess Ken had made instead, before helping him make another one-

And here it was. With a shout, and a much more furious pump of his fist, he released another helping of that delicious pink cum Driver seemed to love so much.

Ken’s breath had turned heavy. Two orgasms in and he usually started to feel a little tired out, even if he knew could go for a couple more rounds. But this was different; all he felt was a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, his cock barely softening before standing to attention again, his heart racing.

He wanted more.

It was like the first time Driver made him cum. A simple hand job inside his trousers, but it made Ken so hungry for whatever that feeling was, he had to run off to the bathroom to jerk himself off three more times before his body would calm, each time trying to replicate the feeling Driver had given him, but never quite reaching it.

He’d never touched himself before, and it was intense and exciting and a little bit naughty. And when he asked Driver if it was normal, he’d simply replied with a quiet chuckle and a shrug. Later, as they were falling asleep, Driver had whispered, ‘I would’ve taken care of it for you, you know. If you’d wanted,’ and just like that Ken was hard again.

Ken tried to let his breath settle for a moment, and whilst still, he wondered when Driver would be home. He missed him, which wasn’t unusual after only an hour apart, but he also longed to show him how the hammer felt. He knew Driver would want to watch from the chair in the corner while Ken played out all the ways he’d used it today, and it made Ken’s core (and heart) ache. But he also wanted to use it on Driver, to make his eyes roll back and his breath catch and his cock throb just like his own had.

Mmh. Driver’s cock. Suddenly, Ken felt the desire to be filled to the brim, and reached for the little bottle of lube. His fingers wandered down between his legs to find his hole, trying to remember how Driver always did it.

With a generous squirt of the cool liquid, he pushed a finger inside and gasped, pumping carefully before daring to add another. His cock twitched as he fucked into himself, but he ignored it for now, wanting to get the handle of that hammer inside him before he came again this time.

His mind wandered to how this had all started – Driver’s hammer, and how he’d fantasized about him pulling it out of the back of his jeans and dragging it down Ken’s chest, hooking it inside the waistband his trousers to rip them off, and then fucking him with it, hard and fast until Ken saw stars.

He slid his fingers out and grabbed the hammer once again, hastily coating it with lube before slowly pushing it inside with a strangled, ‘Augh!’ when it reached that spot inside that made his toes curl. 

It felt different to Driver. Not bad, just different. 

He fumbled for the buttons and started up the soft vibration again, gentle, but as it turned out, very effective.

He writhed around on the bed, trying to find the perfect position to fuck himself, and ended up laid on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest, one hand controlling the thrusting of the hammer and the other wrapped loosely around his cock, massaging lightly.

****

When Driver returned, the pleasant scent of strawberry milk hit him like a tonne of bricks. He clicked the front door shut quietly behind him as he considered the options. Knowing Ken the way he did, it could mean one of two things; either Ken made a copious amount of milkshakes and had coated half the kitchen in pink, creamy liquid, which wouldn’t surprise Driver at all, or Ken had a very good time with the toy he’d left for him.

One of Driver’s favourite things about being intimate with Ken was the reward of his pink, sparkly, artificial strawberry scented seed he got every time he made him cum. It had of course been a talking point when he’d first seen it, after the initial phase of handjobs inside trousers and dry humping while they made out. And Driver could never get enough of it. He was sure he never would.

He didn’t want to disturb Ken, so he moved carefully. If he was lucky, he could watch for a while, see how Ken liked to use the hammer when he was alone. This was a slightly dangerous idea, since he knew he would cum in his pants from the sight alone, but he really he wanted to fuck Ken for himself after knowing he’d played with his toy all day.

Stuffing his gloves into his back pocket, he passed the sofa, and, finding no evidence of Ken, peered around the corner to the bed.

Ah. There he was. Sprawled out on his front, the pink hammer held loosely in his palm between his perfect ass cheeks.

Snoring.

Driver sighed, soft and dreamy. His pretty doll had worn himself out.

‘Had fun, baby?’ he smiled, crouching by the bed and softly stroking Ken’s cheek.

He swallowed hard when Ken shifted and revealed a big, pink stain, subtly shimmering in the low light. Running his fingers through the sticky pool, he couldn’t help but raise his fingertips to his lips and savour what he’d collected, cock straining in his jeans as soon as the taste spread over his tongue.

He bit down on his toothpick, jaw clenching as he attempted to calm himself. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he stood to clean up his doll and tuck him comfortably into bed. 

Ken continued to snore contentedly as Driver moved around the bed and knelt on the mattress behind him. When Driver’s careful fingers wrapped around the hammer to remove and clean it, Ken moaned. Really moaned, and began to push his hips back, seeking the feeling again.

Driver froze, dropping the toy and waiting to see if Ken was waking up or having what he supposed would be classed as a wet dream.

Ken’s hand felt around haphazardly for the vibrator, instead coming into contact with the arm Driver was using to prop himself up.

Ken’s eyes flew open and he flipped onto his back in one swift motion, screaming dramatically until he realised it was just his lover returned home.

Driver smiled down at him with a crooked, mildly naughty smirk, and Ken blushed crimson.

‘Th-thank you for the- the-’ he tried, trailing off as the realisation hit him that he was lying in a pool of his own cum, the rest of it drying against his skin. And that he was hard again.

‘How many times?’ Driver asked simply. His voice was delicate and laced with lust.

Ken lifted his hands to count on his fingers, flicking them up one by one as he tried to remember. He got lost somewhere along the way and started again with a furrowed brow, clearly losing track again and growling in frustration.

Driver wrapped his soft hands around Ken’s wrists and lowered them for him.

‘Hey, it doesn’t matter. One more – for me?’

Panting, Ken nodded, and Driver smiled, collecting up the toy and switching it on. The vibration seemed a little slow, like it needed charging, and Ken must have known this to be the case because he averted his gaze, cheeks glowing again.

Briefly, Driver wondered if the vibration would be strong enough to satisfy him, but going by the way Ken was leaking already, he thought he might be just sensitive enough for it not to matter.

He positioned himself above Ken, watching his perfect doll’s chiselled chest heave with need, the scent of strawberry overwhelming his senses now he was closer. His knee was slippery and wet through his jeans where he’d knelt in a patch of glittery cum. His cock throbbed, and he knew they’d be damp at the crotch soon, too.

Cautiously, Driver pressed the flat part of the hammer to the underside of Ken’s sensitive cock and watched it throb, too. Ken covered his face with his hands, so overwhelmed with pleasure he wondered whether he could physically take any more, despite how much he wanted it. He whimpered so weakly that Driver almost moaned, but managed to swallow it down before it slipped out.

Tears pricked at Ken’s eyes as Driver slid the hammer upwards, collecting a sparkling string of precum on the way to his steadily leaking tip, where he pressed the vibrator a little firmer. Even with the vibration running low, that’s all it took for Ken to fall apart once again, more strawberry shimmer erupting from his tip as tears flooded his cheeks, his back arched and his fingers gripped onto Driver’s jacket sleeves as if for dear life.

The most desperate, choked out sound he’d ever made ripped from his throat, and it sounded almost like pain. Driver practically swooned.

He had long since forgotten that he wanted to bury himself inside Ken; the sight of his pleasure mingled exhaustion from too many orgasms proved more than enough to bring him of, and he spilled, hot and wet inside his underwear, dropping down onto Ken and bucking his hips erratically against the doll’s firm thigh to chase some friction as his release took hold and stained the front of his jeans a darker shade of blue.

He rolled off Ken, hammer in one hand and Ken, sobbing and trembling now, seeking his other hand to hold. There was a long, comfortable silence as they both took the time to recover, and Ken snuggled into Driver’s side, beginning to doze off again pretty quickly. His free fingers tightly gripped onto his lover’s lightly blood-splattered shirt under that quilted jacket, and the mechanic laid beneath his doll with a satisfied smirk pulling hard at his lips.

It felt nice to be wanted. To be useful to someone. Someone he cared about, no less.

Driver tenderly kissed the top of Ken’s bleach blonde head and when he’d caught his breath, he took the opportunity to carefully slip away, clean himself up and change, run a bath for Ken and order them both some food.

They could sleep on the horse blanket tonight, fall asleep to one of Ken’s cutesy films on the sofa while the hammer was plugged in to charge, and worry about the bedsheets tomorrow.

[bakalavrtv]

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[drivinmeinsane]

Draw Me In

※ Driver (Drive) x Ken (Barbie) ※

{ masterlist } ※ { ao3 }

※ Summary: Ken's insatiable curiosity leads to a messy outcome when he fails to give Driver any semblance of personal space.

※ Rating: 18+ for explicit mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Semi-public sex, Frottage, Cumplay, Bruising, Ken has glittery cum (glizz), Gratuitous use of a semi-public space, Driver being Driver.

※ Word count: 3,366

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

※ Author's Notes: I really have nothing to say in defense of myself for this one other than this isn't the last you'll see of Driver and Ken from me. The edit I put together was… a choice. Special thanks to @danime25 for proofreading this for me!

It's that liminal time between night and morning, where the distinction between the two blends together into a sleepy haze. There are no last dregs of dusk and not yet the warming glow of a predawn sun. There's only the sterile hum of the parking garage lights. The darkness further beyond is hazy with the pollution of mankind's attempt to banish the night and what hides in its embrace

Sheltered below the metric tons of concrete and steel of the parking garage, Ken watches Driver work under the hood of his car. He's methodically removing tubing and cleaning the connection points before putting in fresh hoses. The function and purpose is beyond the blond man, but he still hovers nearby. He's insatiably curious about everything to do with the "real world".

He shuffles closer, peering over the working man's shoulder. He looks for something to comment on. He's yearning for his attention. "What's that part do?" He asks, mouth nearly against Driver's neck. He's rewarded by the man looking in the direction of his pointing finger. 

"Expansion valve. It turns the coolant into a vapor." His voice causes Ken's stomach to flip. He shivers a little at the feeling and instead focuses on trying to parse out what the words mean. He comes up with nothing and just stares blankly at the.... expanding value? He's already forgotten what the other man had called it. 

"So cool." He finally says. His tone is more confident than he feels.

Inexplicably, Driver's shoulders hitch and shake for a moment as though he let out a silent laugh. He frowns. He didn't think he said anything funny. He takes the step forward that bridges the miniscule gap between them. Ken hooks his chin over the other man's shoulder to get a better look at his hands. They're the same height which causes Ken to rise onto his tiptoes and fully press his body against him, leaning into him for support. He feels Driver tense, his hands go still on the material he is about to cut. He can feel the rise and fall of his back against his chest. He's so warm. Ken settles comfortably against him. He hears the click of the other man's throat and the wet parting of his lips, but no words come.

He rapturously watches Driver's hands while his fingers deftly work the freshly cut hose into the connection points. He gasps a little when he sees his thumb brush over the tip, his hand giving the material a firm tug to get it into place. His stomach swoops and heat floods his body. Pressure starts to build, and he rubs his crotch against the man in front of him. He whines a little at the sensation and repeats the motion over and over. Driver doesn't protest, doesn't say a word, only widens his stance to give him more access. Ken finds himself getting lost in the feeling building up inside him and he presses his face against the mechanic's back. He's making quiet noises. He can't stop them from breaking loose, he just feels so good. Driver feels so good. 

The minute shifts of Driver's body, the way he leans and twists away from Ken is too much. The indifference he's showing him sparks something furiously demanding in him. He needs to be closer, needs more more more more. He blindly fumbles for the other man's hip to pull him flush and hold him still. He wants to chase down the heated sensation, to use the man against him to get to the finish. 

Driver abruptly straightens and takes a step back from the '73 Malibu. Ken stumbles. The moment is shattered, and he's completely taken by surprise. His hand slides off of the man's hip. Embarrassment lances through him. "I'm sorry."

"Didn't do anything worth apologizing for." His voice is relaxed despite there being a rough, cracking edge to it that makes Ken inspect his face closely for any emotions when he turns around. Nothing, he's vague as always.

Ken stands there, hands clenching and struggling to stay at his sides while he watches Driver take a seat on the edge of the open car.  He's slightly damp with sweat, strong arms smeared with grease and grime. He looks so imperfectly human. Ken wants to touch all of his flaws. Memorize them. Marvel in everything that separates the man from being a doll. It's a sickening feeling to watch Driver's attention shift from him to their surroundings. Something akin to jealousy boils under his skin and he crowds in too close, nearly pressed against the seated man's knees. The heat of Driver's body attracts him like a moth to the destructive flame.

Driver starts to lean down towards him and for a deliciously, delirious second, Ken thinks that the other man is going to take him by the belt loops and pull him in close to lick a stripe up his exposed stomach. He doesn't, much to Ken's disappointment. He simply picks up a rag from the toolbox near their feet and proceeds to wipe his broad hands. It does little to clear away the grime stubbornly clinging to his skin. His hands are still smudged. Ken knows that if Driver were to touch him, his own perfect skin would be marred with ghostly impressions of his exploration. Black and gray handprints against tan skin. A police department's worth of fingerprint impressions.

Driver takes the toothpick out of his mouth and tucks it securely behind one ear. He stands up and calmly latches the car's hood. It clicks closed and the sound echoes in the silence populated only by the irregular hitches of Ken's breathing as he tries to keep himself in check. The mechanic regards him with one of his bland expressions before Ken spots a flash of hunger in his eyes that the impassive man can't quite hide. He perks up slightly at the direct attention and gives him a sheepish smile.

Driver returns it with one of his slow, crooked grins. The one that makes the skin around his eyes crinkle. With all the nonchalance in the world, he reaches out with calloused hands and grabs Ken by his denim vest. He pulls him heartbreakingly close before twisting and slamming him down onto his back on top of the Malibu's hood almost hard enough to put a dent in the decades old metal.

The resulting noise is like thunder in the enclosed space. Ken stares up at the man above him, mouth slightly agape. He's spread out over the hood of Driver's car. He chokes back a moan and arches his back, tilts his head to expose the thick column of his neck, spreads his legs... the whole nine yards. He gives the other man all the signals in the world to know that he's presenting himself for him. He's treated with the sight of Driver clenching his jaw and swallowing hard enough that Ken can see his Adam's apple bob. His pupils are blown wide. They're deep pools ringed with bright blue.

Suddenly, deliciously, Driver steps up between his spread legs and covers Ken's mouth with his own. He clenches his thighs around the mechanic's narrow hips. He reaches up to twist his fingers in the man's shirt, but his wandering hands are quickly captured by one of Driver's. They're pinned to the glossy metal above his head. He whimpers and gasps against the other man's mouth. The sounds seem to affect the man kissing him because he clenches his fingers and digs them hard into the delicate bones of his wrists. He, for his part, is silent even as he breaks the kiss and trails his nose along the curve of Ken's jaw and down into the crook of his neck. He pauses there, breath causing goosebumps to erupt on the prone man's skin.

"Please, please, please." Ken is not even sure what exactly he's begging for. Even to his own ears, he sounds raw and desperate for whatever the other blond man is willing to give him. He feels like he's so worked up with want that he could be sick from it all.

Driver cuts his pleading off by abruptly pressing his hand over his mouth. He holds Ken in place likes a specimen on a board, something worth keeping and studying. Ken's hips thrash and buck up against the man between his legs. He's writhing in desperate arousal. His jeans feel too tight, too constricting against his crotch. His tongue passes over his lips, inadvertently licking Driver's palm. The fingers tighten their grip and dig into the soft skin of his cheeks. He arches his back at the sensation and feels Driver's erection throb against him. Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, he wants Driver to grind against him until they are one being. Until they are merged together like some brand new creature.

His world is narrowed down to the smooth surface of the car and their two bodies moving under the harsh lighting. "Give me something." He begs, words smothered, barely audible.

Driver obeys and bites down on the juncture of Ken's neck and shoulder. A burst of pain, of pleasure, radiates through his body and he squeezes his eyes closed, savoring the sting. His shout of surprise is muffled underneath Driver's hand.  He feels him soothe the flesh with a wet swipe of his tongue. Ken's whining and whimpering in earnest now. His moans leak out from around the bruising grip Driver has on his jaw.

"Shhhh. Going to let go of you now. I need you to quiet down. Do you understand?" The other man's voice is rough and winded. It's thick with arousal. 

Ken nods frantically underneath his hand. He feels the grip loosen slowly. Driver removes his hand but keeps his thumb resting on Ken's bottom Iip. He's thoughtfully pressing into the pliant flesh and coaxing his mouth open. He parts his lips willingly for Driver, thoroughly enjoying the way he's looking at him. He licks the pad of his thumb, relishes the way the other blond inhales sharply. Ken grows a little bolder, taking his finger into the slick pinkness of his mouth. He sucks on it, tasting the saltiness of sweat and something dusty, a little chemical tang. 

Ken is throbbing and leaking uncomfortably. He can feel the other man's erection rubbing against his own through the layers of clothing they're both wearing. He can't take the pressure any more and impatiently rolls his hips. He's desperately seeking friction. Driver's hand clenches warningly on his wrists. He doesn't heed it and his feet scramble for purchase against the front bumper. He presses his heels into it and grinds up hard.

It seems like he's snapped something inside of the other man because he pulls back from him with the same abruptness he had displayed when he threw him down onto the hood of the Chevelle. Ken lets out a frustrated whine at the loss of chest to chest contact. The other man pulling away had felt akin to a rejection, but he's not given too long to feel unwanted because Driver trails both hands down his prone, trembling body. The wheelman pauses, lingering on his chest. He kneads the yielding skin there, almost experimentally grazing his thumbs over his nipples. The skin of his hands is rough against his sensitive skin. Ken thrashes against him like he's touched a live wire, he feels as though his body has turned into one pounding heart with each thrum of his pulse. The car creaks under him. He pushes his body into Driver's, seeking the contact that was withdrawn. The words that escape him are almost completely unintelligible.

"Please, need- need it." he keens.

Driver gives him a final squeeze before firmly sliding his hands down the rest of his body. Ken's muscles tense and tremble underneath the caressing touches. Ken feels how hard Driver is against the junction of his legs. He's not entirely sure all the moisture soaking through the denim is his. He has a strong suspicion that at least some of it is the other man's precum, not his.

Ken struggles to keep himself still and cooperative when the other man reaches his waistband and unceremoniously works his pants open. The release of the constrictive material causes him to gasp. Driver's hand pins his hip down firmly, keeping him still enough to pull down his thong to expose his cock. Ken moans as his twitching erection springs free and the head of it collides with Driver's abdomen. He barely has time to get used to the sensation before Drive is curled over his body and rutting against him. Humping him like both of their lives depend on it. and, given the way Ken feels on fire, they might. He sets a frantic pace, the denim is deliciously rough against Ken's flushed skin and it's all he can do to meet him thrust for thrust. The car is rocking and creaking from the force of their actions. Ken doesn't know much about cars, but he has a fleeting notion that this might not be the best thing for the automobile.

Driver's open mouthed panting over him. Drops of his sweat are falling on Ken's tan skin, but Ken is struck dumb by how intent and ravenous Driver's face is. Haloed by the florescent lights, he looks like he's going to devour him whole. Like the wolf Ken had seen on the TV relentlessly pursuing something called a bison. He remembers the wolf's mouth and its panting, toothy grin. It's echoed in the way Driver is looking at him. It thrills him to be the object of so much attention. His whole body is flushed with pleasure and he purposely presents himself a little more just to pull a reaction from the other man. It works. The parking garage is echoing with Ken's moans and the sound of the car struggling to hold its ground and not roll back.

He's so close to imploding like a dying star, but the soaked fabric of the jeans that the other man is still wearing is starting to chafe in a way that's painful. He makes a grab for Driver's belt. No motion is made to halt his efforts.. He sits up just enough to see what he's doing. Driver follows his gaze, and the blond man hears him give a harsh exhale.

"Oh," Ken breathes out, his movements stuttering as he takes in the scene. His hands are fighting with the belt, the silver buckle shining as brightly as the mess Ken's made on the front of the other man. His glittery precum is slicked all over the thin, white shirt and the dark wash jeans. Even the belt is slippery with the sparkling mess, causing Ken's fingers to slide off with each roll of Driver's hips. Ken's own clothing is not any better. His cock is still drooling the clear, glitter infused fluid. 

He manages to get the belt undone and winces as the buckle catches him in the thigh, he isn't dissuaded though and yanks Driver's pants open. He falls flat on his back again, overwhelmed at the sight of the mechanic's obvious arousal. He had done that to Driver. He is so very desperately wanted, needed even. They're skin to skin now. Driver is dripping and leaking, they're both slick with it. Ken reaches down and slides his hands into the man's back pockets, clamping down on his ass and pulling him in. His feet are still braced on the bumper and with Driver held in place right where he needs, he grinds against him. 

Driver kisses him again. He loses himself in the sensation of lips against his own, slippery, throbbing lengths gliding together with each of his motions. The stunt driver is anchored firmly over him and Ken is taking exactly what he wants. He starts to feel tears run down his cheeks from the ruinous sensations. It’s all so much. How could he have never existed somewhere that this pleasure doesn't exist?

"Don't stop, please, don't stop." Ken begs against his mouth, his voice is starting to sound raw. His vocal chords are overused.

"I won't." Driver responds. He sounds a little strangled.

He bites Ken's bottom lip, swollen from all the attention it's been getting, and pries a sweet moan from him in response. It's the final straw, Ken cums with a shout. He squeezes his eyes shut and about rips one of Driver's back pockets right off. Wetness coats them both in pulses. He feels the splatter against his stomach, against his chest. The wet sounds of their bodies moving together is grossly obscene.

Ken's eyes snap open as Driver drags a hand through the wetness between them. He whines as he feels the other man seek out the evidence of his release with those thick fingers. The hand is removed and Ken stares wide eyed as the wheelman looks consideringly at his fingers. They're liberally coated in Ken's glittery semen. It shines like a jewelry store's worth of diamonds under the fluorescents overhead. They make eye contact, and there's a small, crooked smile on Driver's face. It's the only warning he gets before those wet fingers are brushing over his lips, glossing them with his own release. Ken's throat works. The look on the other man's face has him breathless. He feels Driver's body shudder and his cock jerk as he looks down at him. 

"What are you thinking about?" He whispers. There's several heartbeats of silence before the man speaks, and when he does, it's more of an inner monologue than anything that would normally come out of his mouth if he were in his right mind.

"I'm thinking 'bout how I want to see you in some kinda lip gloss. Might feel sticky and gritty if I kissed you. Bet you would look pretty, just like now. All pink. Sparkly." 

Ken has just a moment to tell himself he's going to wear the product every single moment as long as it makes the other blond man look at him in this way before Driver finds the marks he had left behind earlier. His sturdy hand grips Ken's jaw hard enough to bruise all over again. He fucks himself up against Ken's softening cock and kisses him. He feels the mechanic's tongue swipe over his lips, tasting the salty release on them. Ken kisses back like it's his only tether to Earth. Driver finally cums. 

The other man tenses and shakes. He lets go of Ken's jaw and instead places the hand next to his head. He goes boneless on top of him and Ken gives his ass a reassuring squeeze before sliding his hands up under his rucked up shirt to rest on his lower back, warm skin under his hands.    

"That felt so good." Ken feels the other man's penis give a twitch and a weak spurt after his words. He hears him give a quiet groan. 

They lay there for a moment, stomach to stomach, slick wetness between them before Driver pushes himself onto his palms and peels himself from Ken. He sits up to watch the other man search for something to wipe them clean with. He finally locates a clean enough rag and Ken gets a front row seat to watch Driver wipe away the mess they had made together. The flexing of his arms as he cleans up captivates Ken and he has to grab his thighs to keep from reaching out and pulling the other man down on top of him again. He loses himself in the sight until he's startled a little by Driver handing the rag to him. He takes it and looks down at himself. His skin is covered in grease and grime marks in the shape of Driver's hands. Ripening bruises and a love bite mark his flawless skin, but most captivating of all;  he's painted in a mixture of his own glittery cum shot through with the milky swirls of Driver's. It reminds him of photos he had seen of space. He decides right then that it's beautiful.

[danime25]

Doing a little thing with @drivinmeinsane for the holiday season! Thank you for writing with me during this

Here is the masterlist for my 12 days of Goosemas fics! Fics starring characters played by Ryan Gosling. I hope you'll all enjoy!

My timezone is GMT-9 and I'll be posting starting on December 12th at Midnight, with a fic uploaded every day until the 24th.

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' Last Christmas: Colt Seavers/Reader (SFW)

Wrapped Up In You: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)

Nog On The Noggin': Holland March/Reader (SFW)

Silent Night: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)

Wonderful Christmastime: Lars Lindstrom/Reader (NSFW)

Santa Baby: Holland March/Jackson Healy (SFW)

Rockin' Around: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (SFW)

Silver Bells and Silver Screens: Ken/Reader (SFW)

Mistletoe: Holland March/Reader (NSFW)

Winter Wonderland: Driver/Ken (SFW)

Jingle All The Way: Sierra Six/Reader (SFW)

A Christmas Miracle: Sebastian Wilder/Reader (NSFW)

[goslings-girlx]

{the} Driver Meeting Your Parents/ Family

So, I saw this picture of Driver today and thought; “I like that cup, it looks like one my grandmother had” and then… “I would totally take Driver home to meet my family.” And that’s how this idea was made!

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• I assume Driver will meet your family at a family reunion in the summer. It’ll be nice and sunny, warm and comfortable outside.

• Driver will follow you like a lost duckling at first. While getting food. Talking to family. He’s right there, holding your hand.

• He would do his best to keep a pleasant smile on his face. He would try to come off as friendly as possible without inviting people to approach and strike up conversation.

• Driver is a nice lil’ gentleman and he would let that shine through when in the presence of your family. Helping some of your older family members will take up most of his time at the reunion. Pushing in the older women’s chairs, refilling their lemonade, etc.

• There will be a few of the kids that would recognize him as a knew face and be eager to have his attention. The little kids would love showing Driver their “hot wheels” cars and listening as He would tell them what model or brand the figure was a miniature version of.

• One of his favorite parts of the day would be watching you interact with your young nieces and nephews, holding and rocking them. He swore he heard you “baby-talk” quietly to one of the newborns as you held it.

• Somehow, with all this interaction, buy the end of the reunion Driver would have said the equivalent of three full sentences the whole time.

[redmarch07]

Ive been drawing a lot lately (lots of Ryans ofc)

I kinda want to draw every single gosling i know

Here you can find part 2 of this series of posts i will be doing:

Part 2 of this post here

(Henry, Holland & Six)

[podiumdan]

and he’s just ken 🩷

[ilovebladerunners]

✰; ABOUT ME AND MY ACC + MASTERLIST ⪼

My name is Adrian, I’m a new writer who goes by he/him/she/her. A few things to know about me is that I am a major Ryan Gosling fan and will mainly write about him. I’m heavily fixated on Bladerunner 2049 and Officer K, and he is currently my favorite Ryan Gosling character!

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➤; WHAT DO I MAINLY WRITE ABOUT?

— I write the usual fluff, angst, and smut topics, but not that great in smut.

— I can write all types of readers, fem/afab, male/amab, trans or non-binary, gender neutral, etc!

— I take all types of requests and will usually say when or when they are not open! You can always talk to me there and share ideas!

➤; WHAT DO I NOT WRITE ABOUT?

— I don’t not write most fetishes or kinks that include nasty things. I will occasionally write about blood or piss kinks though.

— R@pe and non-con is something I steer away from, I only write about dubcon sometimes.

— I don’t not write about actors and their lives with the reader!

— Dead dove do not eat works are a maybe.

— The stuff I don’t write about usually varies and depends on what the requests are!

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★; MY MASTERLIST || ꨄ FLUFF | ★ SMUT | ✘ ANGST |

OFFICER K —

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KEN —

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DRIVER —

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HOLLAND MARCH —

* Holland March Body Worshipping (gn reader) ★

SIERRA SIX —

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LARS LINDSTROM —

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SEBASTIAN WILDER —

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COLT SEAVERS —

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HENRY LETHAM —

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NOAH CALHOUN —

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RICHARD HAYWOOD —

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JULIAN THOMPSON —

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DEAN PEREIRA —

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JACOB PALMER —

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DAN DUNNE —

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LUKE GLANTON —

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AND MORE TO COME SOON !

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[stupidfuckingwindow]

Alright, gang. I've got to get back into the habit of trying to write in my free time. It's gonna be smut and will take a little while, but I need input from yall for help.

[ken-dom]

Kisses #48 Driver and Ken??^^

Kisses 48. kisses to shut them up

∘₊✧ Driver x Ken

∘₊✧ One nsfw sentence toward the end, kissing but it's kinda cnc, violence mentions, sedation mention, I wouldn't really call it fluff but it's not exactly smut either so... somewhere in between

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Driver's mind was heavy. He'd not long ago told a guy who recognised him from a job a bit too loudly that he would kick his teeth in, when Ken arrived back from the bathroom, yapping on and on with mindless drivel about whatever had captivated him tonight.

It was Driver of course. Driver always captivated Ken by the end of an evening, and being in a diner made no exception to that rule.

While carefree Ken enjoyed his waffles, Driver stared forward, chewing his pie.

Ken, with his bright shirt and garish enthusiasm drew attention everywhere he went, and Driver needed that to stop right now. His ears were buzzing, his skin was beginning to feel prickly, he was too hot.

He would never wish his wrath on Ken, though. He’d feel guilty for subjecting him to it, of course, but he also knew that Ken would scream, and Ken's screams tended to alert a whole town - let alone startle a tiny diner full of people. Shutting him up would need to be a much more careful affair altogether. He would need to sedate him, and there was only one way to do that.

'You have such a handsome profile,' Ken sighed as Driver tuned back in to find the right moment.

Ken propped his jaw against his fist and gazed dreamily across at his Driver. 'That means the side of your face,' he went on, fingers giving a little demonstration, 'like the shape of your nose and- mmh!!'

Kens lips were as sweet as ever. Sugar-coated with icing sugar, yes, but naturally pleasant to press against one’s own.

Driver's sly tongue found easy entry into Ken's mouth, and when Ken got over the initial shock of this new development, his tongue lapped at the mechanic's with fervour.

Driver held back a moan, reminding himself that he needed to keep composure, that he could lose himself in Ken's sugary kiss and groan, as deep and guttural as he needs to, into his doll's mouth in bed later while he ruts against that sculpted body like an animal, but for now, he needs to remain in control of himself.

His hand, well practised by now, but shaky with adrenaline nonetheless, slid up to Ken's long, thick, neck, fingers and thumb pinching at the nape as he reluctantly pulled back and pressed his forehead to the doll’s instead.

Ken had melted. Completely silent but for his heaving breaths, and utterly weak in Driver's grip. He really would let this man do anything he wanted with him.

The fingers of Driver's free hand traced Ken's quivering bottom lip.

'Go get in the car. I'm taking you home.'

[steve-the-plant-guy]

Looking for someone who might be interested in a Ryan Gosling rp? I'm looking to mix up his characters in one storyline 🎥 I can play multiples and I love a good double

[drivinmeinsane]

Would you do Kisses & 47 & Driver x Ken?

※ Prompt: Kisses // 47. tummy kisses // Driver x Ken ※ Word count: 396 ※ Author's Note: I've missed writing for these two so much.

Warm breath ghosts over Driver’s throat. Still half asleep, he shifts and wraps his arm more securely around the man laying in bed with him.

Last night had been a long one. He can still feel the ache in his fingers from how tightly he’d been gripping the wheel of the white Ford Focus he’d borrowed off Shannon for a getaway job. It had been a close one. When he gets to the garage for his shift, he’s going to have to fill in a bullet hole in the fender. He’s just relived the police miraculously hadn’t gotten involved.

Ken sighs and nuzzles into his collarbone, throws a leg over his hip. Sometimes it’s almost impossible to slide free of his grasp. The other man is always draped over him like an enthusiastic dog, not that the wheelman minds. He can lose himself in running his hand over Ken—petting him. Affection is still novel to them both, probably always will be.

“You awake?”

The man tucked against him like a second skin responds with a sleepy grumble and a shake of his head.

“I need to go to work. Got a stunt.”

“No, please stay. Please,” he protests, clinging to him tighter when he moves to extract himself.

It kills him when Ken does this. Driver hates to deny him anything but he has to make sure he works to support them both. It’s what he’s good for. It’s a way he can be of use.

Instead of fighting the other man’s persistent hold, he rolls towards him. Ken immediately grabs at his shoulders and goes limp and pliant underneath him, expectant. Driver wishes he could linger in bed working the tanned man over until he’s sobbing into the bed sheets. He’s learned how to coax noises out of him like a well-maintained engine.

Ken never sleeps wearing a shirt. He won’t run the risk of not feeling Driver’s arm or hand against his bare skin. Driver finds himself grateful for it as he presses his mouth against the other man’s sternum. He leaves a trail of apologetic kisses down Ken’s body, stopping just above his waistband.

The tanned stomach trembles underneath his lips.

“Be back later,” he says, pressing a final kiss just to the right of Ken’s bellybutton before sliding off the bed to pull on his jeans and find his car keys.

[danime25]

In The Snow

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Ken got so excited by the prospect of seeing snow. Driver shattered his hopes, but tried to find a way to make it up to his boyfriend

*Rating: E for Everyone

*Content/Tags: Fluff

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

“Wake up.” Ken joustled the nearly comatose man in his bed. His boyfriend roused from his sleep and looked up at Ken with a cocked eyebrow

“What?” Driver asked the other man. 

“It’s supposed to snow today.” Ken smiled

“It’s Los Angeles.”

“No, but the weather said it’ll snow. Here.” Ken pulled Driver out of bed and showed him the TV. Sure enough, it said that it would snow. In the Midwest. Driver sighed softly,

“Ken, we’re hours… days away from where there’d be snow.” He explained

“But it looks so close on TV.” Ken sighed, “I’ve never seen snow before, and when I was watching that one scary Christmas movie the other day… they had snow.”

“Scary Christmas?”

“Yeah.” Ken mimicked a scary face, “with the ‘ho ho ho’ thing?”

“Oh. A Christmas Story.”

“What story?”

“The name of the movie.” Driver tucked his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants

“Oh.” Ken nodded

“I’ll make coffee.” Driver said a moment later and went into the kitchen. Ken sat on the couch and leaned his head against the arm of it. Driver could tell Ken was slightly upset. Was it really such a big deal to Ken to see snow? Well he could take the two of them out to Lake Tahoe. But he didn’t really have that much money to rent out a cabin and the gas to get there. Colorado? Too busy. He sighed again as he brought two cups over to Ken. He sat beside him and ran his calloused fingers through Ken’s fluffy hair.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” Ken looked up at him

“The snow.” Driver shrugged

“Oh.” Ken nodded, “I wish there was a place where we could experience winter.”

“Wait.” Driver got up from the couch and flipped through his laptop. When he found what he was looking for he threw his jacket on, and threw Ken’s jacket at him. Ken quickly got up from the couch and put the piece of clothing on quickly. Driver ran out to start the car and Ken followed after him. He managed to get the seat belt in just barely before Driver put the car into reverse and they went off to wherever it was that Driver was taking them. Ken had only driven with Driver once before, and it was such a smooth ride. He wondered a little bit about why he drove with such… passion to wherever it was that they were going. After saying ‘Oh Mattel’ more than once on the drive, the couple arrived safely.

“I love it.” Ken said with a smile, “Where are we?”

“Let’s go inside.” Driver replied, turning the engine off and getting out of the car. Ken followed him and as they walked in Ken felt cold. Not cool, not chilly. Cold. He shivered a little bit and Driver took off his jacket, placing it on Ken’s shoulders.

“Aren’t you going to be cold?” Ken asked

“I’ll be fine.”

“Okay…” Ken looked over at a giant desk that said ‘Rentals’ and tilted his head. Driver went over there and came back with two pairs of skates. Ken looked at them for a second before watching Driver as he slipped his shoes off and put the skates on. Ken tried pushing off the floor and moving like he was on roller skates, but fell face first.

“You have to… be on ice.” Driver sighed and did his best to help Ken back up onto his feet. He stomped across the floor, with Ken a couple steps behind him. They made it onto the ice and Driver managed to get a good glide in before looking behind him. He stayed in the blue lane and watched as Ken stepped on the ice. Ken started slipping again and Driver did the stupidest thing he could do at that time and did a whole lap around the rink before stopping behind Ken. “Do what you did before… in the locker room.”

“What?”

“Like you’re on roller skates, just push off,” Driver said as he moved away from Ken while saying the words ‘push off’. Ken pushed off again but kept his legs straight. He tried to keep them in but his feet seemed to move against him. Then there he was, down on a full split on the ice. Thankfully it was a gradual slide rather than a fall on his ass. Driver tucked his hands in his pockets and made a loop around Ken. Ken sat on the ice as kids moved around him, giving him a look of ‘get out of my way’. He was amazed with the way that Driver slid across the ice with such grace. He made it look effortless. Almost like how Barbie made roller skating look. After seeing Ken on his butt, Driver went over to help him, using the wall to get him onto his feet. Driver took Ken’s hands and while watching his back pulled Ken along to get him used to the feeling of moving across the ice. Ken watched as he moved forward and Driver encouraged him to push with his feet. He let go of Ken for a moment and Ken made it a couple of feet by himself. He seemed more content either leaning up against the wall or sitting on the side of the track. Before he totally got off the ice, Driver stopped next to him at an angle where the ice collected and hit Ken’s feet. Driver took the pile of ice that laid on the ground and put it into his hand.

“What are you doing…?” Ken asked, only for Driver to carefully sprinkle the fragments over Ken’s head. Ken looked up at it with a smile and let it hit his face.

“It’s like it’s snowing.” Driver replied. When he was done sprinkling Ken, Ken pulled him into a quick kiss. Driver returned the kiss with a careful peck and looked at his partner. Ken smiled back at him with a blank expression. Driver took his hand and let him skate by his side. Ken makes it one lap around the ice rink and decides to call it for the day. Driver promises him he’ll only be a couple more minutes, and Ken heads to the locker room. Sure enough, Driver comes in less than 10 minutes later with sweat collected at his forehead.

“Are you okay?” Ken asked

“Yeah, just wanted to see how many times I could make it around the rink in 5 minutes.”

“Wow.” Ken whistled a little bit

“Let’s go home.” Driver nodded

“Okay… and thanks.”

“Thanks?”

“For finding a way to let me see snow.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Love you.” Ken said with a smile. Driver gave Ken a quick kiss on the cheek and wrapped his arms around the other man as they walked out of the rink.

[ken-f-cker]

ken putting together his own driving outfit... pink henley under a pink moto jacket, high waisted light wash jeans, and these:

[5sospenguinqueen]

He’s Just Ken - Lando Norris x Volleyball! Reader

Summary: Lando tries to tell the Grid that he's dating an Olympic Volleyball player but instead, they publicly accuse him of lying to them.

Warnings: None? Swearing. Fluff.

Requested: Yes by Anon (here)

2024 season, slightly skewed timeline haha

Face claim is Jordan Thompson but also rando pinterest pics used. American Volleyball player to fit in with 'the twist'

F1 Masterlist

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landonorris non-race weekends mean quality time with my trophy and watching the olympics opening ceremony 

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maxfewtrell don’t objectify me like that. i’m more than just your trophy 

→ landonorris you wish you were my trophy 

teamusa can we count on your support?

→ user1 um, he’s british so no..?

logansargeant looking forward to volleyball

→ landonorris absolutely

→ oscarpiastri it’s just sad now

→ user2 he’s not allowed to enjoy volleyball?

georgrussell63 look, guys, he’s trying to act like a wag 

→ alex_albon okay, moving this to social media is a step too far, mate

→ charles_leclerc c’mon, let him have his delusions. he’s not hurting anyone but himself 

→ landonorris they’re not delusions! 

→ user3 what is this about???

mclaren one of our favourite pictures 

→ oscarpiastri can we get him some mandated therapy?

→ landonorris i’m not mentally unwell! 

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ynln_usa and i thought i looked good. let’s hear a little commotion for ms. eiffel 

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teammate1 okay but you do look good. nothing looks better than team pride

→ ynln_usa AMERICAAAAA 🦅🇺🇸

→ user4 i love how unhinged she is

user5 what is lando doing in the likes 

→ user6 logan is also here

→ user7 yes because she’s a usa volleyball player and he’s patriotic af. lando makes no sense  

→ user8 logan follows the usa volleyball insta account

logansargeant good luck 🇺🇸 liked by ynln_usa

→ user9 this interaction has my whole heart. my two favourite (and only) american athletes 

→ user10 yn and logan meet when?

teamusa that’s our girl! 

→ georgerussell63 lando’s imaginary girl

→ oscarpiastri like he could get her, she’s tall and he’s him (this comment thread has been deleted)

landonorris good luck on your first match

→ user11 sit down vroom vroom boy, not going to happen

→ user12 ha, like lando could bag the volleyball goddess. she’s a real athlete 

→ alex_albon the people have spoken

Group chat texts Twitch Boys + 2023 babies 

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ynln_usa first match down. my thighs are chafed and my voice all yelled out but i am pumped! 

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logansargeant what a game! looking forward to the rest of the season

→ ynln_usa thanks for the support 

user1 now oscar’s joined the group of drivers following her

→ user2 and charles

→ user3 poor logan can’t gatekeep her anymore

oscarpiastri looks intense 

→ ynln_usa says the extreme driver 

georgerussell63 lads, what’re we thinking

→ alex_albon just further reinforces our point

→ charles_leclerc she looks very cool

→ user4 what are they all doing here

→ user5 why are they all being suspicious

→ user6 nothing better to do on a weekday? 

landonorris i’ve never seen the stars and stripes look so good

→ danielricciardo norizz is back again

→ landonorris don’t you start 

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oscarpiastri lando’s dragging us to the olympics to feed into his delusion

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landonorris i’m not lying! 

user7 anyone else notice that all of the drivers in paris at the moment have been focusing on the usa women’s volleyball team?

→ user8 alex and george both posted this match, and their pic included player 12 as well??

→ user9 put some respect on yn ln’s name

danielricciardo where was my invite?

→ carlossainz55 and mine?

→ landonorris neither of you have publicly called me a liar. this isn’t a fun little trip. this is me proving a point! 

→ danielricciardo so it’s a holiday out of spite?

→ charles_leclerc we are having a great time though

alex_albon i’m willing to go along with his delusions if it gets me more free holidays 

→ logansargeant me too

→ georgerussell63 lads, no. we were supposed to be staging on intervention. i made a powerpoint 

landonorris i hate all of you

mclaren bring us back a croissant 

→ oscarpiastri only if you can find me a sane teammate 

→ mclaren deal

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ynln_usa luckily, i look better in silver than gold 

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ynln_usa on a serious note, i am blown away by the immense support i have received this olympic season. a massive thank you to the loml @/landonorris for being at the finals (and bringing along some friends) i could hear you screaming in the stands

→ user10 excuse me!! loml lando norris?? since, uh when

teamusa a silver medal and a hard launch. what a day for our champion

→ ynln_usa help, i’ve been captured by a bunch of men who drive in circles

→ teammate any of them single?

landonorris you look so cute with your medal! my olympic silver medalist, everyone 

user11 i feel like this isn’t reaching enough people because all of the comments are just congratulating her on a silver medal. where are the people freaking out about the pinned comment? 

→ user12 she won a silver freaking medal. that’s more impressive than dating someone below her league 

lilymhe i was on the edge of my seat the whole time! congratulations, girly 🥈 (alex facetimed me the whole time so i could watch the match)

→ ynln_usa you mean, lando didn’t give you a ticket? i’ll tell him off for you

→ landonorris how many times do i have to tell people? i didn’t invite them for a nice trip. i was proving a point! it was a petty trip

→ user13 one hell of a trip 

landonorris @/oscarpiastri @/charles_leclerc @/georgerussell63 @/alex_albon @/logansargeant read the caption, boys 

charles_leclerc amazing match

oscarpiastri what a game! 

logansargeant fuck yeah! USA! 

georgerussell63 i’ve never been so invested in a volleyball match before 

alex_albon well done, team usa

user14 the f1 drivers are being so polite. it’s adorable 

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landonorris my baby won silver 🩶🪙

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user1 okay but that picture in front of the eiffel tower. slay 

→ oscarpiastri thank you. some of my best work

→ user2 oscar.png when?

→ landonorris it’s only a good pic because he had good models 

→ oscarpiastri *model. she’s barbie, you’re just ken

ynln_usa big wins for us both this year

→ landonorris you’re my biggest win

→ danielricciardo cringe  liked by ynln_usa

→ landonorris stop it. i saw that, sweetheart

carlossainz55 you used to call me baby…

→ ynln_usa do you want him back?

→ landonorris babe, wtf

→ ynln_usa i’m sorry but carlos is my fave driver and i don’t want him to be sad

→ landonorris dumped.

charles_leclerc okay we get it now. we’re sorry we doubted you

→ georgerussell63 yeah. please stop making out in front of us 

→ landonorris vengeance! 

→ ynln_usa have you not learnt that he’s petty yet? he dragged you all to paris just to prove he was dating me

alex_albon her silver medal is far cooler than your miami trophy 

→ landonorris i agree but shouldn’t you be nice to me like the others?

→ alex_albon no. i never outwardly said i didn’t believe you, just that she was out of your league 

→ ynln_usa thank you, alex. it’s amazing what men can do if they make you laugh 

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ynln_usa from toddler terror to olympic silver medalist, you’ve been a pain in my ass since we were kids, and i couldn't be prouder to watch you win big 🇺🇸🍾 tagged: ynln_usa

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ynln_usa the childhood best friends to professional athletes pipeline is real

landonorris so you knew i was telling the truth the entire time! 

→ logansargeant yeah

→ landonorris why didn’t you tell the others!

→ logansargeant was funny 

oscarpiastri i’m sorry but this reveal is even better than finding out lando was telling the truth about dating yn

→ user3 wait, so all these comments were because they didn’t believe he was dating yn

→ alex_albon would you have until their recent posts?

→ user4 no tbf

charles_leclerc you sly dog! you let us bully him for no reason

→ logansargeant it’s what he gets for just trying to casually slip it into conversation and not introducing her like a gentleman should 

→ landonorris i brought usa volleyball themed cupcakes! 

georgerussell63 this is the best thing i’ve seen all year 

mclaren you’ve caused both our drivers to need a lot of therapy. we’ll send the bill your way 

→ ynln_usa it’s alright, i’ll cover it. i have to deal with them untherapised otherwise

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A/N: So, sorry, Anon. It wasn't until I'd written this up and then realised I'd completely left Max out of it. So sorry but hope you still enjoy!

As always, request open!

[thewispsings]

A female f1 driver who was featured in the barbie movie as the f1 driver. You could write about her scene and working with the Margot and Ryan lol, and how the grid reacts to it. Lanpd could be her bf or not if you don't want.

You don't have to absolutely write if it doesn't strike any inspiration and you obviously can write whatever you want you xoxo

barbie girl | redbull!reader

pairing: f1 grid x reader

summary: redbull!reader does a cameo in the barbie movie

part of my ‘redbull!reader’ series

liked by alex_albon, landonorris, and 816,027 others!

yourusername: this barbie is a f1 driver! 🎀 barbie is out now in theaters near you <33 (or not near you? idk where you lot live)

view comments below!

user1: yn is just hitting all these side quests because what?

user1: happy for her tho!

user2: is this what it’s like to be so rich that you can literally do whatever you want?

user3: YN CAMEO!!!!

user4: WE CHEERED

user5: omw to see barbie now

landonorris: i know where you live

user6: can someone tell me her part in the movie? my parents won’t let me see it 😓

user7: she’s a f1 driver barbie, and she’s gets into a relationship with f1 driver ken (played by glen powell) throughout the movie you could see like snippets of them going from friends to bf and gf!! you could probably find some clips on youtube or something :)

user6: thank you <33

user7: GLEN POWELL????

user8: THE CAPYBARA GUY???

charles_leclerc: i can be your ken 😊

yourusername: no thank you i already have my glen ken!

charles_leclerc: but he can’t drive a REAL f1 car

yourusername: i can teach him

charles_leclerc: FINE

charles_leclerc: BE LIKE THAT THEN

charles_leclerc: I DONT CARE

charles_leclerc: GOSH

glenpowell: i would like to make it very clear that i have no interest in learning how to drive a f1 car!

charles_leclerc: NO ONE CARES GLEN

user9: i love when yn posts because i just know the comments are going to be filled with the drivers acting like they have no decorum

landonorris: i know where you live

alex_albon: movie night?

maxverstappen1: i already watched it

georgerussell63: we know…we all saw the picture of you decked out in pink at the movie theater

user10: LMAO

user11: it makes so much sense that the first time we see max in pink is when he’s supporting yn

lewishamilton: so excited to see it! 🩷

yourusername: love you 💚

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU TOO YN

maxverstappen1: i want love

alex_albon: can’t remember the last time you said that to me…sigh…

georgerussell63: love me next?

oscarpiastri: playing favorites i see 🤨

landonorris: i love you too 🥰

user12: bring back shame

user13: their desperation makes me sick

oscarpiastri: i guess ill watch barbie now

yourusername: why are you pretending like you weren’t the first to ask me for spoilers?

oscarpiastri: no clue what you’re talking about???

yourusername: mhm sure osc sure

user14: osc 🥹

landonorris: i know where you live

yourusername: what is wrong with you?

landonorris: i’m outside your door

user15: it’s official, lando is killing yn so he can win more races

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notes: thank you for requesting!! hope you don’t mind i used this for my redbull!reader au :)