ken-dom

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save me colt seavers save me

#soft and squishy!!! cute and fluffy!!! #colt seavers #colt Seavers art #the fall guy

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RYAN GOSLING & EMILY BLUNT for Vanity Fair (April 23 2024 - x)

#oh he looks so good in stripes #ryan gosling #ryan gosling photoshoot #the fall guy

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Only God Forgives - Behind the scenes

#only god forgives #julian thompson #only god forgives bts #ryan gosling

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Prodigal Doll

Goose Boys Mafia AU

AO3 Link

Length: 753 words (short and not sweet)

Summary: Nobody ever expected Ken to join the family business, but when he's caught in the middle of a war he knows nothing about, the other boys have to pick up the pieces.

Content/Warning: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Hurt/barely comfort

Authors Note: I don't even remember how this started lol

I think I saw those Tag Heuer photoshoot pics that look like Ken but as Six?

Anyways I have a LOT of lore ideas and a whole arc for Ken in this, but god only knows if I can actually write it ugh

Also I'm not sorry lmao

“He’s… changed”

“ Don’t say that”

“Look at him!”

“Shut the fuck up, Richard”

Gathered, the men stare at Ken.

Whenever he used to be scared, he was loud (it was a liability sometimes, all the shrieking and sobbing). But now, he’s silent. Tear stains cut clean lines through the filth and gore on his cheeks, but none fall from his eyes. Not anymore.

He’s… vacant. Not like Driver, his stare always intense, or like Julian, always lost in thought. No. He’s just. Empty.

Six and Lars are sanitizing and bandaging his wounds. Slashes on his chest, burns on his limbs, bruises scattered on every inch of available skin like a fucking Jackson Pollock, and blood from god knows who and god knows where drenching his scarily pale skin and platinum blonde hair. He doesn’t flinch, doesn't move at all, even when Six gently murmurs that he needs to reset his shoulder. The bone grinding into place would have even the toughest of men gritting their teeth in pain, but Ken just sits there. Disconnected from the world. Lars is delicately cleaning the blood off of him, swallowing tears of his own while dabbing a warm cloth over his exposed skin. 

Ken wears nothing but a ragged pair of boxers stained with fluids nobody wants to think too hard about (just like they found him). He hasn’t said a word since they found him, but Lars finally gets a reaction out of him. He’s shakingly whispering to Ken that they need to remove his old shorts to wash him off and get him into something clean, but when his hand goes towards the waistband an explosion of movement happens. Ken bolts away from the men, scrambling to the closest wall and pressing his back to it. His voice is raw and venomous as he roars at the surrounding men.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” 

Everyone in the room freezes because Ken never curses. All eyes are on him, the torn and bloodied nails on his hands scratching at the brick wall, the bloody trail of footprints he makes, his heaving chest, and his frantic, darting, unseeing eyes. Blood drips down his inner thigh.

“I think I’m gonna be sick” 

“He needs a professional, guys, we can only do so much”

“Oh yeah, get the cops involved that’s smart”

“I thought I told you to shut the fuck-”

“Everybody out.”

The room silences once again, save for some muffled sobs and Ken's rapid breath. All eyes now turn to the man who spoke, the man in charge . His white jacket is splattered with blood, and a fire rages behind his cold, blue gaze.

“... are you sure we should leave him like this?”

“Six stays, the rest of you leave. He’s in no state for visitors. Every man is allowed some dignity.”

The room empties without protest, save for Ken, Six, Driver, and Julian. Julian didn’t need to ask to stay (not that he would have). Wherever Driver goes, he goes.

“Why am I staying?”

“You have the most combat-medic training. And. You can… restrain him if you need to.”

The rage in Driver’s eyes slips, showing for a brief moment deep, soul-wrenching anguish before he clenches his gloved fists and returns to his default neutral, intense stare. 

“I expect a complete injury report once he’s patched up. Ask Julian if you need any extra supplies. I have to go deal with the rest of this shit storm.”

He turns to leave, but pauses, glancing back over his shoulder.

“And Six?”

Six stands at attention, ready to receive orders.

“...be gentle.”

Six nods once in affirmation and Driver lets his head hang down, taking a deep breath before straightening his spine and closing the door quietly behind him. The room was now solely occupied by the three men left there.

Julian, standing and waiting by the door. Both ready to retrieve any necessary items and guarding against any poor fool that might try and interrupt them.

Six, shoulders sagged and ruffling through a medkit.

And Ken, who had slid to the floor, legs finally giving out, but the wild look in his eye still shining.

And it wasn’t until Six slowly approaches (the same way he did when he freed a wild deer from a beartrap as a kid), sinking to his knees, gently carding his hands through his blood-matted platinum hair and softly reassuring him that you’re safe now, you’re safe, we got you back that Ken starts trembling, a tear finally slipping from his eye.

#oh this is so good #so good so good so good #lars delicately cleaning?? gentle physical contact from lars??

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RYAN GOSLING & DAVID LEITCH for Men's Health (April 22nd 2024 - x)

#oh jesus #ryan gosling #ryan gosling photoshoot

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quick redraws of that other great movie where Ryan Gosling is in love with a doll

#there he is #my beloved #he looks so soft and fluffy and warm #that’s my lars!!! #this is gorgeous incredible amazing delicious #lars lindstrom art #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl

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#being normal about this of course #dean pereira gif #driver gif #sierra six gif #officer k gif #julian thompson gif

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Keyboard Smash

Steven Wingdings x afab!reader

1k words

∘₊✧ Summary: fonts drive him crazy in more ways than one.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: this is the drabble I was toying with writing… don’t @ me! This was entirely encouraged by the usual suspects, and I simply couldn’t resist

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, rough sex, dubious consent, slightly creepy vibes including a storm, very silly, probably classed as a crack fic if it wasn’t also pure smut, crying, meltdowns, font kink

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Your fingertips tapped the keyboard, the little squares clicking the letters into being on the screen before you.

You knew he would disapprove of this font, but it was easy on the eyes and you always managed to write more when you used it.

You could always change it afterwards. He would never need to know. What’s the harm?

You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms and sighing, tired but so close to finishing up.

You relaxed into your seat, amused by the eerie atmosphere in the room. The bright white light of your computer screen provided the only illumination in the room, aside from the occasional forks of lightning lighting up the night sky through your window. You smiled. He’d probably like that.

And with a loud clap of thunder and another dramatic flash of lightning, he appeared behind you, his shadow flooding your desk with darkness. It was as if he materialised out of nowhere. You jolted up, spinning around in your chair to see him standing behind you, furious and dripping with rainwater.

He didn’t say a word at first, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your screen, carefully taking in the words you’d written. And the font. Oh fuck. The font.

‘Comic sans,’ he muttered under his breath, taking his glasses off to wipe them clean of raindrops and place them delicately back on his face. ‘Comic fucking sans?’

‘I intend to change it when I’m done, but-’

‘Spare me!’ he roared, falling to his knees before you. ‘You’re writing a masterpiece like that in comic sans?! It’s tainted. I’ll never unsee it. You actively clicked on the font drop down, scrolled to C, and selected it, knowing how it would look!’

He was practically sobbing at this point.

‘I- I’m sorry, Steven, at least it’s not Pap-’

‘Don’t speak its name in front of me!’ he screeched.

‘Why don’t we just change the font right now, hm? What do you like? Times New Roman? Calibri?’

‘You can change it, but I’ll never unsee that hideous clown scribble!’ he wailed.

‘Is there anything I can do?’ you offered, beginning to feel at a loss, until a stroke of genius struck. Or so you hoped. ‘Here, how about-’

You turned back to the computer, highlighting the entirety of your work and choosing a new font. Something that would throw him off. Bring him back to you.

There was one you’d never used that caught your eye with its name alone; Satisfy. It seemed like it would be awkward to write in and more appropriate for titles, but it’s cursive style and sensual name immediately got your attention — perhaps it would get his too.

You read over some of your work while you waited for him to finish up his dramatics. It looked a little bit like his handwriting and you smiled at that, wondering if he’d actually copied it for his own penmanship.

Another flash of lightning and he was up again, his hand at your shoulder, warm and caressing.

‘Oh?’ he breathed.

You didn’t speak. Not yet. You let him take it in, biting your lips together in anticipation as he looked over you.

‘Oh, that’s very nice, that’s- mmh…’

‘See? That’s better,’ you smiled, pleased with yourself at having calmed him.

‘Over the desk,’ he instructed, low and commanding. ‘Now.’

You stood, heat flooding to your core at the suddenly seductive tone of his voice, and began to move the keyboard away for space, but a big, strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pinned it to the desk.

‘No. Leave the keyboard. I want to see our work.’

Excited, you propped yourself above it, while he made quick work of unfastening his trousers and sliding yours down, his elegant fingers immediately flying to your folds, circling your clit and ghosting over your slick entrance.

‘Mmh, soaked… you like it too?’

In all honesty you couldn’t say you had ever been aroused by a font. But then you’d never had a screaming, crying meltdown over one either. You guessed his reaction to Satisfy must have been as strong as his reaction to Papyrus had been all those weeks ago when you’d dragged him inside off the road, wet and shaking.

‘Yes,’ you agreed, not wanting him to stop.

Much to your disappointment, he did stop, but only for a moment; the next, he slammed his cock into you hard, stretching you open and driving his hips in sharp snaps against you whilst his free hand pushed your head into the keyboard.

An assortment of random letters and numbers burst onto the screen, displaying more of that delicious font, and he whined desperately.

His other hand snaked around your belly and to the apex of your thighs, rubbing furiously at your sensitive nub, making you squirm back against him. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you were ready to explode.

‘Say it,’ he cried hungrily, ‘say it!’

‘Satisfy!’ you moaned, not even needing to sex up your voice in the slightest. The font might not turn you on, but he did, and his request for you to say its name opened the floodgates into a string of needy moans.

Feeling you begin to clench around him, it took only a few more ragged thrusts and he emptied his release into you with force, a guttural growl echoing around the room while you milked him of all he had.

He collapsed, weak and groaning, on top of you, heavy breaths loud in your ear as he withdrew his length, carefully tucking himself back into his trousers and standing as soon as he was able.

‘Keep up the good work,’ he praised you.

And just like that, he was gone again, leaving you limp over the desk, leaking your combined juices onto the floor, Satisfy leaving a long trail of F’s and C’s and D’s in the space beneath your work where you were still pressed against the keyboard.

‘Comic fucking sans,’ you whispered, laughing to yourself as you peeled off the keys. ‘I’ll give him Satisfy.’

#I’ve updated the details now we have his full name #and formatted it to look pretty while I was at it #anyway #steven wingdings fic 2 is on its way 😈 #I am Obsessed

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#oh my. oh my god. #officer k #officer k gif #blade runner 2049

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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.'

#not s f w 💀 #ken x driver #driver x ken #ken #driver #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #barbie 2023 #drive 2011 #ken-dom answers #writing game

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RYAN GOSLING Photographed by Mary Ellen Matthews for SNL

#ryan gosling #snl

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RYAN GOSLING in 'The Fall Guy'

#omggggg #colt seavers #the fall guy

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I feel like Hugs 33 and Touching 43 are sooo Lars coded, because he doesn’t really realize how strong he is, he’s just such a softie :,(

Hugs 33. picking them up +

Touching 43. giving them a piggyback ride

∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

∘₊✧ Pure fluff! This one ended up just a little longer than the others… also I want to thank my darling @heresthestorymorningglory for the telepathic link that finally gave me the right idea!

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Gazing up at the stars glittering through the gently falling snow, you lean your head against Lars’s shoulder wish a quiet sigh. ‘I don’t know how I’ll make it back.’

‘It is magical out here at night, isn’t it?’ Lars breathes with a soft giggle.

‘It really is,’ you squeeze his gloved hand lightly with yours, ‘but I actually meant the walk back. My legs are frozen and kind of tired.’

There’s a pause then; you feel Lars tense. You think that maybe he’s unsure how to help you, and you know how that upsets him, but then he takes a deep inhale of frosty air and blurts, ‘I can carry you back if you want!’ squeezing his eyes tight shut.

The thought of being so close, safe in his arms, floods your cheeks with heat. ‘Oh… oh, Lars I couldn’t possibly-'

‘It’s okay,’ he reassures you, breath steadying and eyes blinking open to gaze down at you instead of up at the moon. ‘I don’t mind, and besides, I’m really good at it.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ he shrugs, ‘I used to carry Bianca a lot when she didn’t have her wheelchair. She always used to tell me that she loved how strong I am.’

You watch Lars’s cheeks flush with colour, too as he averts is gaze.

‘Alright,’ you agree casually. ‘I would love to see how strong you are.’

All the breath leaves Lars’s body at that, and you feel almost guilty for a moment, but you do so love it when he blushes. You’ve already noticed how strong he is, of course — you’ve watched him chop firewood enough times to know.

Lars turns on the spot and holds his arms out behind himself. You have to bite your lips together to keep from letting out a whine as you mount his back. Even through all the layers, he’s soft and thick and strong and sturdy. If he wasn’t holding you to him so tightly, you might swoon.

‘The stars look even more beautiful from here,’ you whisper, hot against the exposed part of his ear, and a shiver runs through his whole body.

As you finally approach the warm lights of the house and his garage apartment, he carefully sets you down, slips off his woolly hat and unfastens the front of his coat.

‘May I?’

He holds his arms out in front of him this time, and smiles at you as you tilt your head, curious. It’s a handsome smile, lips curling up slightly more at one side, genuine and warm. It’s almost hypnotising. And the next thing you know, Lars is carrying you bridal style into his apartment.

Once you’re back on the ground, and Lars has shed his coat and the little blanket from around his neck, he smiles at you again, with an extra twinkle in his eye.

‘Are your legs too tired to dance?’

#lars lindstrom x reader #lars lindstrom fluff #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ken-dom answers #writing game

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#he’s so silly 🫶 #ryan gosling #ryan gosling gif

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Ryan’s in his scandalous Victorian woman era

#me; a victorian man: *passes out* #*comes to and wails* cover yourself! #ryan gosling

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#ryan gosling

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seb x jacob

#my darlings 😍 #sebastian wilder x jacob palmer #jacob palmer x sebastian wilder #sebastian wilder art #jacob palmer art #art