Yes yes I came up with some ideas about Driver. He’s such a cute little pookie baby, like a guard dog, always making sure that you’re safe. Watching him fixing the car, then grabs a towel to wipe his face as he approaches you, asking if you’re hungry, wanna get something to eat. You told him he’s cute and hot in the garage, his face and the tip of his ears turns red immediately, getting flustered, covering his lower face and whisper “really…?”
The man is dying for praise. Giving him allowance is what he’s craving for. Tell him “you’re doing great”, hug him, slightly nuzzle his neck, he’ll melt in seconds.
He doesn’t wanna show you the violence he covers under his heart. He never does. But he WILL kill or hurt people if anything happens to you. He doesn’t want you to know so he would wash up everything, handle the body, pretend that nothing happened and cuddle with you in bed as usual. But if you witness he’s hurting people he would be so so scared, afraid of you watching him as if you’re looking at a beast, a monster, he’s scared of that panicking look on your face, which shows your distrust. You will run from him, even if you don’t, he will. But deep down his heart, it hurts so much he really can’t live without you, because you’ve changed his life so much.
I don’t think there’ll be lots of arguments between you and him. The most possible situation would be him being jealous. He barely speaks, so he uses actions. Putting on his leather gloves and pin you on the bed. He would never hurt you, the way he wants you to remember the lesson is just making you feel so good your mind couldn’t function for a while, only opening your mouth to let out your sweet moans and whimper his name.
You’re so pretty and cute at that time, your mind is full of him, he needs this sense of security from you. The moments when you crying “please…” are considered as praises to him. It simply means letting him continue, that he’s doing in the right way. You’ll pull his hair, you’ll scratch his back, he won’t mind at all, as long as you’re enjoying yourself at the moment.
Imagine that he has his gloves on when he’s fingerfucking you, the texture of leather makes you gasp. The way his fingers pressing your g-spot, and his thumb touching your clit leading you to ecstasy. When you come once, he bites the tip of his gloved index finger and pulls off the soaked leather with his mouth. You can tell that he’s satisfied with the dripping glove, but apparently he’s not done with you yet.
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꩜. you met colt first on a movie that you guys were the leads doubles and immediately clicked.
you guys developed a flirty friendship that held A LOT of tension, but neither of you acted on it. but there was a whole lot of teasing and playful banter.
and it definitely helped that you guys were constantly in close physical contact with one another for fight scenes.
꩜. you guys managed to get on a lot of sets together and grew closer as friends.
꩜. though the flirty side of your guys' friendship had petered out when colt met jody on a set that he had been hired on, and she was the camera operator.
꩜. and you could tell he was much more interested in her and would fawn over her whenever the topic of your guys' love lives came into conversation after the job had wrapped (you had noticed over time that when he was filming, the volume of texts you got from him were sliced in half).
꩜. but you were still a supportive friend (despite your growing feelings for the man).
꩜. and you couldn't bring yourself to dislike jody because you understand why colt liked her in the first place, when you eventually got to work with her on set (hell, you'd be crushing on her if colt wasn't in the picture).
꩜. she was effortlessly funny, incredibly intelligent in anything film or camera related, which made her a real visionary, ambitious, and had the quick british wit that could sweep you off your feet (maybe you did have a crush on her).
꩜. anyway, so you kept your distance as the connection between jody and colt grew.
꩜. but you sucked it up and continued on with your life, and pretending that your heart wasn't slowly breaking because you were pining after colt.
꩜. but the day you (formally) met driver, that's when everything shifted.
꩜. you were already not in the best of moods because you had accidentally caught jody in colt's trailer after you were sent to retrieve him for the stunt coordinator (they were sitting very closely as they were talking).
꩜. you sucked it up and played the good friend and teased him about it (even though it killed you inside) as you guys walked to set, you had wrapped earlier, but you were sticking around to help colt out (it was his first job as a stunt coordinator).
꩜. then you were pulled away by the director, saying that the lead actress was complaining about the stunt you just did and had to do it over again (they were lucky that you hadn't changed out of the costume yet).
꩜. which made you huff silently but nodded stiffly (you were surprised the AD was allowing it).
꩜. you stalked up to the platform for the stunt and waited to get hooked in so you could swing across a 20-foot gap in the sky to the other platform about 25 feet in the air (it was scary for the average person, but you loved the rush).
꩜. you let yourself be hooked in by some of the stunt crew, but one in particular caught your eye.
"you're not ben." you addressed the blonde who was adjusting the harness, and your breath got stuck in your throat as his pale blue eyes slowly met yours.
his gaze flicked over your face before he replied. "he got called away—family emergency." his voice was low, a hint of an accent in it that you couldn't place. if you had to hazard a guess you would assume it was from the east coast.
꩜. you had seen him around the set, from what you remember from the safety meetings, he was the technician/mechanic for the stunt team and vehicles, and you heard some talk about how quiet he was.
꩜. you nodded, not wanting to give him a verbal response. but he didn't seem to mind. you saw a toothpick nestled right behind his ear and smirked.
"kicking a habit?" you asked after a beat, gesturing to the toothpick.
he stared at you for a second, neither of you breaking eye contact before paul's—another crew member—walkie went off asking if you guys were ready. the guy in front of you quickly finished up and nodded at paul who responded on the walkie.
꩜. the crew members dispersed, and you mentally prepared for the stunt, taking deep, calming breaths.
꩜. before they called action, you glanced down, and you could see colt's nearly dirty blonde hair right next to the camera jody was operating, and something ugly grew in your chest.
꩜. you ripped your gaze away and tried to focus on the stunt.
꩜. you heard action, and you started running. the camera that was rigged behind and above you started to follow.
꩜. though that moment of distraction threw you off and you jumped earlier than you meant, meaning that you almost missed the platform that you were supposed to land safely on.
꩜. a cacophony of gasps echoed through the set, but you ignored them as you managed to catch yourself on the ledge and pulled yourself up before continuing running.
꩜. cut was immediately yelled as soon as you hit your last mark and you could hear everyone around you start to buzz around the set.
꩜. you made you way down to the ground floor and everyone from the director, jody, colt, and the medic was surrounding you but you waved them off.
"oh my god, i'm fine! i don't see what's so surprising? i was on a wire and caught myself." you said once you shushed them all.
colt said your name in a concerned tone. "one of the wires snapped and no one had set up the mat. if you fell, you could have—" colt shut his mouth, cutting himself off as his jaw clenched.
"well, luckily i caught myself then." you could help but snap at him before turning to the director, "did we get the shot?"
"well, yes—"
you cut him off. "great, do you need another take?"
the director sighed. "no."
"then i'm off for the day." you said curtly before weaving through the crowd of people surrounding you and off set, passing by the new guy who had adjusted your harness, you barely caught the look of concern in his eyes before you stalked towards your trailer.
꩜. but then you changed direction, walking in the opposite direction of your trailer, knowing that you'd be cornered by anyone who wanted to talk to you (colt).
꩜. so you went to the edge of the lot and leaned on one of the picture cars that they were going to use for the next day. you took a long breath as you let the fading adrenaline leave your system and the fatigue from the day settle in.
꩜. you set your eyes on the horizon, the sun was getting lower, but it was nowhere near sunset, and wrap was at 8 pm, so you had a couple of more hours until you could leave.
꩜. you didn't realize your eyes had fallen shut until they snapped open at the sound of footsteps approaching. it was the guy from earlier.
꩜. he stopped a couple of feet away from you once your eyes had met. you took the time of silence to study him for a moment. he was was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a lanyard for the production hung around his neck, some jeans, his walkie clipped to the waistband, sturdy work boots, and you could see some leather gloves peaking out from his front pocket.
you snapped out of your staring when you realized where you were. "oh, sorry, did you need to drive the car over to set?" you apologized as you stopped leaning on the car.
꩜. he shook his head. he continued to stare at you, eyes roaming over your tired figure.
꩜. you looked away from him and his imploring gaze. you should have been uncomfortable with how quiet he was as he just stared at you, but you weren't. you only looked away because you weren't sure if you could stare back at him.
"wanna go on a drive?" his voice cut through the silence that had settled between the two of you.
your eyes landed on him again, a small smirk pulling on your lips. "aren't you still on the clock?"
he shrugged, and you could see the beginnings of a smile form on his face. you noticed that the toothpick was in his mouth now.
you laughed through your nose and stood up straighter. "sure. why not?"
there was a slight smile on his face, and you followed after him. he led you to his car and even opened the passenger door for you, making you shake your head at his chivalry.
꩜. he drove smoothly, a stark contrast from the driving you were used to from colt, which was reckless, but it could be fun if he was being safe.
꩜. you couldn't help but stare at how the car seemed to act like an extension of his body as he drove through the streets near the lot (he didn't want to stray far from the studio just in case he was needed, but his walkie never went off).
꩜. you guys drove in silence, but it was nice. you never felt the need to fill the dead air with conversation (besides he didn't seem like the chatty type), and you guys had the windows down, letting the wind blow through your hair and onto your skin.
after about an hour, he pulled back into the lot and into a parking spot. but neither of you moved to leave the car. you sank into the seat and glanced at him to find him already looking at you.
"do you have a name, or do i just call you by the name i have for you in my head?" you asked with a playful smile on your lips.
there was a slight furrow in his brow. "what have you been calling me?" he sounded amused.
you smirked. "the guy who did my harness today, or driver."
the corner of his lips pulled up. "driver?"
"you asked me to go on a drive, what else was i suppose to call you by?" you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
"my name." he pointed out.
"i don't know your name, that's why im asking."
he looked thoroughly amused, but stayed silent, making you cock a brow at him.
"you're gonna make me work for it, aren't you? he nodded, which made you shake your head.
you stared at him for a moment before you got out of the car and poked your head into the open window of the passenger side. "by the way—" you gave him your name, "—i'll see you around driver." you teased before patting the car and headed back into the lot the slowly setting sun casted your form in a other-worldly glow as you left, driver was entranced by the sight.
꩜. there was a relaxed smile on your face as you walked farther into your trailer to change and head out for the day, but you were intercepted by colt as soon as you reached your door.
he called your name, making your smile drop. you turned around to see a slightly stressed and disheveled colt. "where have you been?"
"around." you said vaguely before entering your trailer, colt following close behind and entering after you.
"you weren't answering your walkie, i needed you talk to you after what happened earlier." colt frowned at you.
you took a deep breath, holding back a snarky retort. "i left it in here." you gestured to the walkie on the counter.
he looked at it. "oh." colt looked back at you. "where did you go? i wanted to make sure you were okay."
you couldn't help but soften slightly hearing the concern in his tone. "i just needed a breather, but i'm fine, okay? nothing hurts and i didn't fall. we're all good."
colt's gaze swept over you for a second before nodding. "okay. okay, but could you go to the medic at least?"
you couldn't help the groan that escaped your mouth. "colt. i'm fine." you stressed.
colt's hard stare unnerved you, and you groaned again. "okay, fine! i'll go now."
꩜. colt smirked and led you out of your trailer, followed you out, and guided you to the med tent (which you rolled your eyes at him following you).
꩜. once you got a clean bill of health from the on-set medic, you and colt walked back to your trailer and you saw driver walk by.
"hey driver." you waved at him. he acknowledged you with a nod and kept walking past you and colt.
"driver? that's not his name." colt said with a growing frown on his face.
"i know." you shrugged. you guys had made it back to your trailer.
"then why do you call him that?" colt asked as you climbed the stairs and opened your door. he stayed at the base of the stairs, looking up at you.
you shrugged again."because. anyway, night colt, i'll see you tomorrow." you said to him before closing your trailer door.
"…goodnight." colt was left confused at the sudden dismissal and stood there for about a minute before leaving.
꩜. since that day, you had been unintentionally gravitating towards driver whenever you had free time or in between takes. he always seemed to be there wherever you were, and you welcomed it. most of the time, you guys just sat in each other's company, not talking, but if you were, you were talking for both of you, which you didn't mind.
꩜. colt obviously noticed your absence around him, which confused him as to where you would disappear to, because before, if you had any free time, you'd spend it with him. colt went to jody about this and laughed at him for how oblivious he was.
꩜. it was clear to jody that you thought colt and her were an item (even though they weren't colt would only talk about you when they hung out and tried to get advice from her). she explained it to him, making colt frown.
꩜. colt was determined to show you that he didn't like jody, and actually fell for you.
꩜. so, he was on a mission to be the first person you saw in between takes, giving you 'notes' (but not really), be by your side during lunch, and if you guys had any spare time to hang out on and off set.
꩜. little did colt know, driver had always noticed you as soon as he stepped onto this set. he was content with just observing from afar, just watching you as you interacted with everyone on set (and noticed how close you were with colt, which stirred something inside of him). he kept his distance, though, until the day that ben had to leave, and he stepped in for him.
꩜. driver liked spending time with you—he saw how kind you were to everyone (even if you were frustrated), and you didn't force any kind of conversation onto him. you were also content to just exist with him. he realized he was in trouble when driver took you out on a drive once after wrap, and he took you to one of his favorite spots in LA.
it was late, and he took you to a spot that overlooked the city. you guys sat on the hood of his car, just watching the city. but he wasn't looking at the view—he was looking at you and how the lights of the city illuminated your features. something shifted in his chest, and he realized that he'd do anything for you if it meant he could steal moments like this with you all of the time.
꩜. after this night, driver was determined to also stick by your side, even if it meant doing it from a distance a lot of the time.
꩜. now with you, on the other hand, you had noticed the shift of behavior from both men, and not that it was unwelcome (jody had come up to you at some point and emphasized that her and colt were just friends), but it built a conflict within you.
꩜. you knew that you had liked colt (and for a handful of time), but spending time with driver had made space in your heart for him, and you had no idea what you were going to do.
a/n: here are some rambling head canons that i wanted to get out bc this idea WOULD not leave my head but i couldn't write it properly in a fic lol. but this might be turned into its own universe... also shoutout to danny and bibi for looking over this for me!! gifs are not mine owned by: @emilybluntt & @littlefireaidan
TAGGING: @corinthianism . @bibigo-lover
⋄ tags: bf!driver x gender neutral!reader, NSFW 18+ (duh my blog is only for adultsss!) afab, drive is dom cause... im a slut for doms, use of word pussy, fingering with gloves on, mention of spanking, sensory?? aspects, NOT beta read and y'all know my ass adhd as hell so excuse mistakes.
⋄ a/n: erm, a little quick drabble supposed to be bullet fic thingie. anyway i been tryin' get back in my groove so ya know sdjhdjhasjdhasjdhasd and so I guess we are back😳
𐙚 summary: driver decides to test run his new gloves on you.
The idea to buy Driver gloves comes after he takes you on a ride out to his favorite spot and you notice his brown leather gloves are getting a bit worn. You figure maybe it would be nice to give him some new ones. Maybe he could rotate them. The thought of him having a little reminder of you like that makes you happy.
You order them from a nice high-quality company online and even get them engraved with little scorpions next to the latches. You're so excited and can't wait to give them to him.
You hold off until the next time Driver has a free night and after a lovely quiet dinner at the small table in his living room, you present them to him.
Under the table, your leg is restless and your heart races. It's the first real gift you've given him since the two of you started seeing each other. So, it means a lot and you hope he likes it.
You placed them in a simple elegant black box wrapped in a white bow.
Driver seems so shocked. He kind of points at himself questioning and watches you carefully.
You nod and say, "yes it's for you, just a little surprise."
So, Driver gingerly takes the gift as if he has never received one before. Maybe he hasn't. You haven't celebrated each other's birthdays yet or a major holiday, but you hope to get there with him.
Driver unwraps it carefully and after taking a deep breath, opens it to see the brand new gloves. You went with black leather since he already had brown and you think these will suit him too.
You watch as he picks them up and has this look of awe across his handsome face. His blue eyes are noticeably smoldering and he looks at you as if searching for something important.
"Thank you, I'll treasure these." He says seriously. His response may be short, but you know he genuinely means it.
The two of you continue the night happily, just enjoying each other's company. You chatter on from Driver's small couch and he places the gloves on the coffee table infant of him.
You tell him how stressful college has been lately and other worries on your mind. He listens well, always giving you his undivided attention.
Eventually, words run out and it's just comfortable silence. But as always, mood turns heated and before you know it, the two of you are kissing, softly at first until it turns into something more.
He presses you back into the couch cushions, taking the lead just the way you like. One firm hand is at your waist whilst the other cups your cheeks as he hungrily tastes you.
You think soon he'll ask you to head into the bedroom, but instead he pulls back from you. Wordlessly, he grabs the black leather gloves off the coffee table and begins putting them on.
He does it methodically with focus and flexes his fingers as he adjusts to the brand new leather. The fit is snug and just right on his large hands. It briefly occurs to you the man could be a hand model. You've never noticed another person's hands before, but goddamn his are attractive.
Still, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Driver? Are you heading out?"
He chuckles low. "No, baby. I want to give these a test run."
As he speaks, his eyes rove over your figure in a way that causes heat to pool between your legs. "Undress for me. Now.”
At Driver’s command your cheeks warm and the meaning of his words hits you fast. You're standing and pulling your clothes off before you can think. And the minute you sit back down he’s leaning over your nude form and catching your lips once more.
You're completely his.
One arm wraps around his broad back while the other grips the couch underneath you. He smells good and you can't help but to pull him closer.
Driver finally lets you breathe again and he watches you as the cold leathers presses against your core. It's so different from his warm digits and makes you shiver. Your eyes squeeze shut as he tenderly runs a finger up and down your pussy, spreading your lips.
A moan leaves you as he starts to rub you until he hears you whimper and beg enough for him, just the way Driver loves. He takes his time, letting you adjust to his gloved hand before he finger fucks your pussy.
You never thought that your sweet present would result in this. Driver touching you with his leather gloves, watching your face with those intense blue eyes of his, drinking in your every reaction.
He acts as if you're the sexiest most beautiful sight he's ever seen. As if every sound of pleasure that comes out of you is the most erotic symphony.
You can usually hear the slick noises your body makes when Driver uses his nimble fingers, but now it's even louder. That seems to urge him on as he quickens his pace.
It's almost shocking to you now that he's never used his gloves to touch you. And it adds another layer of excitement, as you wonder how else he can use them on you. Maybe next time he might spank you with them. The thought of that alone makes you shiver with delight.
Your little moans and breathy whimpers fill his small apartment as your breaking point approaches. He never says much during these passionate moments and he doesn't need to.
The intense focus of Driver's actions and his expression are more than enough to stir you up. It's the same way he looks when he's behind the wheel, stern, and wholly dedicated.
Eventually, your climax can't hold off on any longer and you look up at him, silently begging for permission.
Driver nods once, his lip twitching in amusement. "You've been so good for me. Cum, baby."
And with his approval the overpowering sensation rushes through your body and causing you to moan out his name.
Driver slowly slips his finger out of you as body stops quivering. He observes his newly gifted gloves with newfound reverence and interest. The black leather is coated in your wetness and his cock twitches in his pants at the lewd sight.
Fuck, you've got him so bothered.
You watch with wide eyes as he brings a finger up to his mouth and making eye contact the entire time, his tongue darts out to taste you once more. He doesn't stop there either. He slides one finger into his mouth until he's satisfied, addicted to your unique flavor.
Driver stops after a moment and you notice he looks very smug. "Yeah, these will do just fine."
You swallow thickly, knowing you are not the only one imagining using the gloves again. After that, Driver never uses the gloves to drive his car, but anytime he puts them on... You know he's about to take you for a wild ride.
Driver hates loud places. He hates loud people, he hates loud noises, he hates loud. It’s too overwhelming for him.
You, however, are a loud person who likes loud places. Concerts, carnivals, sports games.
“Driver, Driver, baby, look!” You holler in his ear to be heard over the noise, jumping up and down and pulling on his arm. “Oh my god, look! Come on!”
He looks, disinterested and overwhelmed. “Mmh.” He places a hand on your lower back that rather quickly finds your belt loop so he doesn’t lose you. When you stop, he looks over your head, zoning out.
You pick up a shirt bearing the band’s logo and hold it up to your chest, turning to Driver. “Thoughts?”
He nods, distracted and silent.
“Babe. Driver…” You poke him.
Driver finally looks at you, then at the shirt, and nods again. “It’s nice.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, but you’ve already gotten yours out and are offering the booth tender a wad of cash with a wide smile.
You pull the shirt on over the one you’re wearing, beaming as you wind your arm through Driver’s. “So, do you like the music?”
Driver shrugs. “It’s good.”
You pull back, looking up at him. “Oh. Oh, you’re done. Oh, okay. You wanna go? Come on, baby, we can go.”
When he stops walking, you look back at him. He meets your eyes and shakes his head, making you knit your eyebrows.
“What? I thought you were ready to go, Driver, you look so done—“
“It’s alright,” he mutters. “You’re not ready yet.”
“But—“
“I said no.”
You move close, kissing his cheek gently. “Thank you, baby. If you change your mind, let me know.”
He nods, looking over your head again.
A few hours later, when you are ready to go, Driver’s the one leading. He pulls you out to the car and gets in, then drives you home in silence. You know he’s appreciative, though—just winding down from his long, loud night. Once he gets you in the door, he’s laying you down on the bed and taking off the shirt from the band that he hates, he’s kissing your neck, and gently fucking into you, his thanks for letting him leave the concert.
His grunts are quiet, sweet, low against your ear. He mutters quietly, biting at your throat, marking you up with nips. His hands stay on your hips, holding you tight. It’s probably bruising, but you can’t bring yourself to care—after all, he sat through a night of discomfort so you could have fun, so now you get return the favor and do it for him.
Ryland doesn't care about perfume as much as he wants to look like he does. He puts some on every morning before work because it just feels right, it's a habit. He doesn't even remember when he picked it up, sometime in college maybe? But it's been like that for years now and it helps him maintain his "cool teacher" status among kids.
Every day he wears Uomo? by Moschino, because it was kinda cheap and also didn't smell like other Masculine Man Scents which he hates. Uomo is a bit more fruity and floral while still musky and aromatic. Basically, exactly in between of male and female fragrances. He thought it'd be perfect for school environment because it's soft and balanced just enough to not distract anyone but be noticeable and make him seem fancier. It took him exactly 30 minutes to choose it and he never gave up on it.
Driver
Driver loves to smell clean. Driver wants to smell clean. But it's kind of hard when you spend 70% of your life in a garage, and another 20% being covered in blood. Hence he had never even tried using perfume, because it wouldn't make a difference.
Well, at least before Irene. Driver really wanted to... impress??? Irene?? He's not sure what he was going for, and everything he did was kinda dumb, and he didn't think it through at all but he went up to Shannon and asked if there was a way get rid of the oil stink on his hands. At first Shannon laughed at him, then he realised Driver was completely serious and had to tell him the stink is going to follow him 'till death do them part. Driver didn't say anything but definitely looked like a kicked puppy and Shannon had nothing else to do but go through the "garbage has no use for but doesn't want to throw away" pile and fish out a glass bottle with darkish yellowish liquid inside and "MUSK" written on the outside. He hasn't used that since he was, like, 40 and probably never will again, but why not let the kid give it a try?
Driver was reluctant to put it on. It was weird and clearly not the color it once was but it smelled... okay? Musky? It literally says MUSK in huge black letters on the front, what else would it smell like? So he put some on his wrists, just before his gloves, and rubbed them together.
Everything was fine when he picked Irene and Benicio up. Irene asked if he had had a lot of work, and he always has a lot of work, so that's what he told her, and she just nodded understandingly. Benicio kept staring at him from the backseat, and he could feel it on his back, but maybe he was just a kid being a kid?
Then he asked if Driver had been running. Because he smells just like Benicio after running around and Mom always makes him take a bath but she's not making Driver take a bath even though he's just as stinky which is unfair and-
Benicio had to stop talking because she was staring daggers at him. Irene said something along the lines of, "Sorry, he had too much sugar today" to Driver and he just smiled at her. It wasn’t a big deal. He felt like crying.
He asked Shannon to throw that stupid bottle away.
Lars Lindstrom
Oh, Lars wishes he could use perfume. He really likes it when other people smell nice (not overwhelming though) and it's one of the first things he notices about people after meeting them. He loved how Bianca smelled like a mix of forest (from going on walks with him) and amberwood (from living Gus and Karin's house, they have these home perfume diffuser sticks thingies Lars wants to get for himself) and Karin's shampoo; he loves how Margo always smells like honey and flowers but it's barely noticeable; he loves the familiar smell of incense in the church and smell of wet grass and petrichor near the lake.
Once, in the office, he smelled something. He had no idea who it was coming from but it was spicy and citrusy and minty and he could definitely smell vanilla (and he loved vanilla!) and it wasn't a girly vanilla like what Margo wears (not that it's bad!) but a very manly vanilla and he decided he wants to try perfume. To kinda have the same impression on people this unknown person just had on him.
(He never found out that perfume was Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier)
So he asked Karin to give him a bottle of perfume for Christmas, because he trusted her judgment and just the thought of going to the mall and be surrounded by so many people and smells made him dizzy. And that's exactly what Karin did! For Christmas Lars received a small box with Individual Blue for Him from Avon.
(They live in a small town, EVERYONE is a victim to the avon mlm there)
It didn't smell as sweet as he'd like but nevertheless it was a pleasant fresh herbal scent, and Lars liked it. The next morning he put it on and LOATHED the feeling of something wet oily watery slippery on his skin. He tried to rub it off with his hand but it just made his palm feel sticky and gross. He had to take a shower immediately. He thought about putting the perfume on his clothes but then thought about how hard it would be to wash it off and. Yeah no, he's not doing any of that. So now he has a completely untouched bottle of perfume. Sometimes, when he feels extra confident, he tries to put it on again. Spraying some in the air and walking into it has been working so far so you could say he's making progress :)
Holland March
Holland doesn't really use perfume because, well. It's not like he can smell what he's putting on himself and it's a pretty important part of using perfume at all.
Not to say he doesn't have any! There is a bottle of Paco Rabanne Pour Homme somewhere in his house. His wife gave it to him as a gift a while after he lost his sense of smell. It felt weird at first but she managed to get him to use it a few times. She said she loved how it made him smell clean and musky at the same time, in like a very elegant way. It REALLY made him think he should wear perfume more often but he had barely used it before she passed. Now he can't bring himself to waste (in his pov) it and sees no point in buying anything else.
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Hello! I was wondering if you can do headcanons for Driver with a clingy/affectionate reader. Thank you
Hey there, love! Of course I can give some headcanons for Driver! He deserves someone to give him all of the affection he's been craving for his entire life. 😭😭
I think, at first, Driver wouldn't know how to feel about you being clingy/affectionate. He'd be slightly uncomfortable, if only because he isn't used to someone being affectionate with him. He's very much touch-starved and has lived a rather isolated life.
But after a while, he would grow to love it. He has stalker-ish tendencies with those he cares about, always checking up on them, memorizing their work schedule so he can make sure they get home safely, etc. So I think he would appreciate having someone who wants to be around him at all times just as much as he does. He would never get annoyed with you because frankly, he's clingy too. He's just the type to follow you at a distance until he's sure that you want him there, and then he'll never leave your side.
He'll happily cuddle with you regardless of where you are. If you snuggle up to him, he'll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you in closer. It can be on the couch in your apartment, the front seat of his car, or even while you're standing in line at the grocery store. In fact, he prefers to keep an arm around your waist or to hold your hand whenever you're in public. He wants everyone to know that you're his and his alone.
Driver used to spend his evenings driving around the city alone and it was his favorite way to unwind after work. Since being with you, though, he looks forward to sitting on the couch and binge watch your favorite shows. He's not all that interested in watching shows or movies on his own, but if it means you'll spend hours curled up into his side, you won't ever hear him complaining.
However, he does like taking you out for late night drives for a change of pace. You'll place your hand over his on the gear shifter and when the roads are really deserted, he'll let you slide over so that you can rest your head on his shoulder. Driver finds driving around listening to music very relaxing, even more so when you're there with him. But, if he's in the mood, he'll find someplace quiet to park so the two of you can sit and talk.....and maybe even climb into the back seat. 👀
✩ Summary: You’ve only got your driving license recently, Driver watches you as you drive on road for the first time.
✩ Word Count: 657
✩ Genre: Fluff
✩ A/N: I haven’t got my driving license lol so if there’s any mistakes please let me know! I’ve had this cute thought for a long time and finally I wrote it! Driver’s being a sweetie <3
Driver pretends he’s not that excited, but you can tell his feelings by his little signs, the way he quickly sit on the shotgun seat, the speed of him fastening the seatbelt, and of course his pretty smile, he always doesn’t hide his smiles to you. He glances at you while you get in the car, after all the preparations, you breathe deeply, using one hand to start the engine while resting the other one on the steering wheel.
“You’ll do great sweetheart.” His voice softened more as he sees your hands are a little bit shaky. You nod at him, shift the gear selector in to Drive, release the parking brake, then press the accelerator. A small force pushes you a bit, you can hear your heart pounding, the beat is so loud. “Amazing start.” He says, you realize you were just doing the most basic things, and he encourages you immediately. And of course, you’re doing more than great. It’s a very nice start for a beginner.
You can feel his gaze falling on you now and then when you’re driving, yet for most of the time he chooses to look ahead and keep an eye on the road, watching over the traffic to calm your nerves. “We don’t need to rush baby, just go steady, you’re doing so good.” He’ll remind you if you’re not sure which way to turn. “Left. Slower. Good job.” He keeps a great balance for not distracting your attention and encourages you with his words.
When you’re pressing the brake, the light force would push your bodies a little forward, he gently rests one of his hands on you and guide you back into position quickly. He leans forward a bit to check the rearview mirror for you to see if there’s cars or pedestrians next to you or if they’re in the blind spot.
Let’s just say he still has his thoughts on you, the way your hands holding the steering wheel, the look of you paying full attention on the car you sit and drive, and he feels the roar of the engine, he almost forgets how to breathe for a moment.
When you finally get to the destination, the grocery, you know parking is somewhat difficult for you. The car you parked is kinda crooked, but it’s pretty good overall. You let out a deep breath and say you’re still afraid when you’re reversing the car. He chuckles and pats your head, eyes meeting yours， planting a kiss on your forehead. “We’ll take it slow, you’re doing perfectly already, my little genius.”
After shopping, you throw the keys and cling to him, insisting on letting him drive you home. The breeze kisses on your face, you find that actually driving on the road is a whole different story compared to riding shotgun. You turn your eyes toward him. He puts one hand on your thigh, slowly rubs his thumb against it as you can feel the leather of his glove, and the other one on the steering wheel.
He says nothing, you just feel a strong force pushing you to the back of the seat, all you can hear is the engine’s scream, the sound of wind blowing since you didn’t close the window.
He doesn’t have many expressions on his face, like he’s been used to this for years. And of course he has. Only he knows he hasn’t pushed the car to its top speed because he needs to keep you safe.
Continued from this post and encouraged by @rivercattail <3
driver!gn!reader random fluff drabble imagine w/e no triggers imo
The trip to the west coast—Oregon—specifically was impulsive. You just suddenly felt the urge to get out of the city and as it was the the week of your five month anniversary... Driver agreed. He would do anything to see you happy after all.
Even endure a flight with layovers on a metal box of death.
The next morning after the two of you land Driver is antsy. He crashed hard after the plane ride and cuddled you the entire night like a man who needed to constantly remind himself you were safe. Solid. His.
And that he was back on solid ground. No more shaky turbulence or crowded airports.
Once you wake up, Driver spends a few hours rolling around in the sheets with you, mesmerized by your beauty, and needing to be close to you again.
After, Driver drags you out of the hotel to the nearest car rental agency. He slaps down a thick wad of cash and after you sheepishly explain they only take cards, the two of you are good.
Thankfully, this agency specifically always has several fast cars in stock. Once all the business is taken care of, you and Driver leave in flashy style. He picked something seemingly vintage you can't remember the name of, but he is clearly very pleased.
Hours later your cruising along the coast, taking in the beauty of nature as it speeds by you. Driver is enchanted by it too and occasionally he pulls over so the two of you can breathe it all in.
So different from the city and you breathe in the nice, clean, fresh air.
"Ever think about just getting away from it all and moving up here or anywhere else really? No more crazy ass LA?" You ask after a moment.
You do not look him in the eye, only continue to stare wistfully into the distance.
"Didn't use to. I do now."
"What do you mean?" You ask, turning towards him now and tilting your head.
"Never had reason to want anything like that before you." Driver murmurs. "Life was just jobs and work."
You nod, encouraging him to go now.
Driver shrugs lightly, but you can tell how serious he is.
"Now... I think about the future... keeping you safe and us being happy. Los Angeles don't fit that picture."
"Yeah?" You whisper, trying to keep the tears brimming in your eyes at bay.
Driver leans over the console and gently strokes your cheek before brushing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.
"Yeah, baby. You're my reason," he says against your soft lips.
You cry fully then without shame and he pulls you into his arms after pushing his seat back. Driver has been your reason to want better since you met him and your heart is so full it could burst.
The two of you decide to blow off the plane tickets back and instead take a road trip back to Los Angeles. Driver thanks God.
