๋ ࣭⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ lars' baby girl

๋ ࣭⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛

ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴜᴄʜᴀɴᴀɴ "ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ" ʙᴀʀɴᴇs | ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ - ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ

𖹭.ᐟ Her orders: Guilty Pleasure

๋ ࣭⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝑅𝑦𝑎𝑛 𝐺𝑜𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔

ʀʏʟᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ | ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴀɪʟ ᴍᴀʀʏ

✿ 𖹭.ᐟ 4th Project Crew

✿ 𖦹 𖹭.ᐟ No Light Years Between Us

𖹭.ᐟ Graduation Gift

ʟᴀʀs ʟɪɴᴅsᴛᴏʀᴍ | ʟᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ɢɪʀʟ

✿ 𖹭.ᐟ Papa Bear

✿ Purity Kiss

𖹭.ᐟ Mornings and Bad decisions

ʜᴏʟʟᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ | ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ ɢᴜʏs

✿ 𖹭.ᐟ Unprofessionally

ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ | ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ (2011)

𖹭.ᐟ In Between Them (x Court Gentry)

ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛʟᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʀʏ (sᴇɪʀʀᴀ sɪx) | ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʏ ᴍᴀɴ (2022)

𖹭.ᐟ In Between Them (x Driver)

ᴅᴀɴ ᴅᴜɴɴᴇ | ʜᴀʟғ ɴᴇʟsᴏɴ (2006)

𖹭.ᐟ BABY DADDY

๋ ࣭⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝐿𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑛

ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ "ʙᴏʙ" ʀᴇʏɴᴏʟᴅs | ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀʙᴏʟᴛs - ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ

𖦹 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ

𖹭.ᐟ 𖦹 ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴏʙ ➵ Part I: Bob ➵ Part II: Sentry ➵ Part III: Void ➵ Part IV: Simulation ➵ Part V: Flashbacks ➵ Part VI: Robert

𖹭.ᐟ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪᴇs

ᴍɪʟᴇs ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ | ʙᴀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟ ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴇ

𖹭.ᐟ ᴄᴏɴғᴇss ɪᴛ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ

ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ "ʙᴏʙ" ғʟᴏʏᴅ | ᴛᴏᴘɢᴜɴ ᴍᴀᴠᴇʀɪᴄᴋ

𖦹 𖹭.ᐟ sʜᴀᴅᴇ [IN PROGRESS]

๋ ࣭⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑ 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑜

ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ "ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx" ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ

In the whole dinner you were complaining about your new boss to Driver and all of the bullshit he’d done in the past few weeks he’s there. “Can't you believe that? He is like what? One and half freaking week there and he wants to change everything.” You said and pressed your fingers to your temple. As you open your eyes, a familiar glass of smoothie is placed in front of you.

“Is this?” You were looking for answers as you turned your head to him. He just smiled and bobbed his head in agreement, a soft “uh-huh” being the only response you got from him, “My favorite Pumpkin Spice Latt and mhmm in oat milk.”

he walks behind you while still sitting in front of the dining table and starts to run his hand in your back and massage you with caution.

“y’change your shampoo, baby?” He quietly asked you. His hands were so light in your back that they ease tensions in your mind.

“Y-yes…” you simply answered with your eyes closed, enjoying the massage while sipping your smoothie, blissfully unaware of just how close his face was to your neck. He stayed there for a moment while you were still unaware, quietly taking in your scent. It had become his favorite comfort, something he found impossible to stay away from for too long. The more he tried to ignore it, the more he felt like he'd lose his mind without you.

it was obvious that his body temperature starts to rise up with just sniffin the your body scent from your neck. He won't get used to the euphoric sensation your body scent gave to him. and nobody can take that away from him. No one. “Ouch! Babe!” You screamed out when his thumb pressed more firmly against your back.

Before you could look at him, he immediately pulled himself away and looked at you like nothing happened. “ouchie, you press it hard.” You said and slightly pouted your lips. Every time you do that it makes him want to pick you and bring you to the bedroom.

He guided you to stand up and placed his hand on your waist while pinning you on the counter. “How about we…” pecks you in your lips and rests his forehead on yours,“…bring this to your bedroom? how's that sound like, baby?” His lips form a mischievous smile yet his eyes tell something more— something deeper.

“Babe, I'm so tired today and…” his ears were sealed and instead started planting kisses on your neck, “…and we just did it yesterday, didn't we?”

His warm exhales are touching your neck as he makes his way to your ears, “How about we shower together instead? I bought your shower milk salt scrub… wanna try that instead?” his eyes were shut while pressing his body against yours embracing every inch of your skin that he could feel.

Driver gently tugged at the collar of your shirt, just enough to check the faint marks he'd left there before. He always teased you about letting him leave them higher on your neck, but you refused. You dealt with customers every day, and the last thing you needed was office gossip. So you meet halfway—you'd let him put as much as he wanted, but only below the collar where no one else could see.

You felt his hand tugging the edge of your shirt and ready to take it off you whenever you surrender to his touch and kisses.

but then your phone suddenly rings.

Your attention shifted to your ringing phone and tried to reach it but he took your hand and placed it inside his shirt where you can feel his hard abs underneath. He knew you were too weak for those. “That could wait but I can't…” He basically whispers to your lips while his big hands rub in circles on your thigh.

Yet you hate more when a call keeps ringing. So while he is busy placing kisses in your neck and caressing your clothed thigh.

As you pick up your phone, your manager’s name shows up on your screen.

[ Branch Manager (Do not pick up) 4 missed calls…]

His hands back on the wheels to drop you back to your work in the middle of the night for this urgent filling up of shift as one of your coworkers didn’t appear for their shift. You can’t blame them either. You reached for his hair, gently playing with it. You knew he hated when you covered extra shifts, made him feel less priority but he never complained. He just drove you to work anyway.

Everything felt strange when you first met him. You had so much in common it almost blew your mind. Quiet as he was, he wasn't boring. If anything, he was like you, just in a different form. From the pottery class you go every tuesday morning, gym class you signed up accidentally for 2 years to org you help twice in a month— you were that locked in enough not to notice him in the background when he's always there.

Made a match by heaven? You claim that already after finding out all of those.

He would make you your favorite authentic carbonara every night or even go to drive thru without even asking whenever you are craving fries dip in sundae— even knowing the exact time to buy a fresh bagel from your favs store. You can’t wish for anything else.

As the car stopped in the same parking lot, you gave him a kiss before jumping out of his car, “Please don’t wait here, I’ll just call a cab after this shift.” you said leaning in his window before walking towards the store. He watches you as you walk away till you give him one last wave before entering the exit of the store.

While on the road, a familiar buzz caught his attention. He used his other hand to look for it on your seat and found your phone on the left side of your seat. He managed to unlock it while still hand on the wheels and a message from your work bestie made him turn his wheels back to store.

1 message received bitch wdym? im on my shift i just went lunch.

“Oh you’re here!” turn your head from where the voice is coming from only to find your manager with a rascally disgusting grin in his face walking towards you when you are about to clock.

“You know what? You don’t have to clock in, I'll just set your timesheet as the whole day but you can go home by 4am, half day? right?” He said that you instantly agreed thinking it was sort of compensation for covering the shift.

You quietly followed him down the hall, to help with the inventory for the stockroom as he asked. Yet with every step toward his office, an uneasy feeling settled deeper in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, telling yourself you were overthinking.

When you reached the office, he let you step inside first before him. You had barely taken a few steps inside when you heard it.

A click. The sound of the doorknob locking behind you.

Your heart skipped. You wanted to turn around but your feet seemed stoned from where you were standing. “I-inventory, right?” voice cracked. You didn't want to assume the worst. You didn't want to believe he had bad intentions. But the fact remained: you were alone, locked inside an office with a supervisor who had given you more than enough reasons to be suspicious.

The room suddenly felt much smaller. You sat in his chair, scrolling through the store's inventory files while trying to focus on the monitor. His presence from behind keeps your mind distracted, in a way that makes yourself alert.

“You seem really good with that..” he said. Before you could respond, his hands settled on the armrests on either side of you, practically trapping you in place. His index slides up from your elbow to your shoulder. “I really appreciate you helping me tonight tho…” He mumbles from the back of your head enough to hear it. A knot formed in your stomach. Something was wrong.

Your breathing grew heavier when his hand rested on your shoulder and started rubbing it. Your mind started to panic now and your body felt glued from where you were sitting. His touch crept from your shoulder down your arm. Next thing he did caught you off guard when he slid his hand down to your chest and grabbed your breast.

You shoved him away and rushed for the door, but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back. Your nose slammed against the door as you crashed into the side of his desk. “Fuck you!— help! help me!” You cried for help for your life, fighting against him.

Your arms suddenly get weak and all you could do is to scream for help while he’s on your neck and hands trying to wrap on your wrist to dominate you.

Then the sound of a kick from the other side of the door caught his attention which gave you a window to crawl away from him and sit on the corner. When the door finally opened and you saw the driver step in.

He cannot explain the wrath he felt when his eyes met your and saw you trying to squeeze your body in the corner of the room. crumble uniform, tousled hair and scratches on your skin. “Did he?” He simply asked you and the only thing you could do is to raise your head up and down. That's the only thing he needed to know.

He’s still wearing the same face you see everyday but his ambiance is completely dark and you knew there's no way he could be stopped. Driver walks towards your manager, barely clenched jaw but eyes darken. He barely expressed any emotion in his face but every move his body does tells everyone in the room how pissed he is.

“There’s a misunderstanding in here—!” before your manager could explain more, driver’s fist landed on his face and before he could step back, he grabbed his hair and slammed his head in his own table and he didn't stop there he kept slamming your manager till the blood dripped down to the floor.

He paused for a minute letting your now unconscious manager drop on the floor, and looked at you. “Where did he…?” You simply point out the swivel chair even though your hands were still trembling from what happened. You watch him take the chair and throw it to his body, again and again.

For a moment you felt satisfaction while looking at the body and watching it turn to pieces with fragments scattering around the office. But then when your gaze landed on your boyfriend who was still unsatisfied crushing the body on the floor, it hit you. You swallowed while eyes widened.

Fear starts to crawl on your skin, fear of realizing not knowing your own boyfriend really was. words trapped on your throat and you have no energy to stop him. “Babe…” That was the only thing you could say.

Driver turned to you and saw the horror in your eyes. You can see how his expression shifted after seeing you afraid of him. You two now showed terror in each other's eyes but in different ways. His was all about you fearing him.

It's been weeks since you last saw him. You did try your best to stay away from him and not let your paths cross again. ofc he did try to reach out and kept messaging and calling you the first week. Even though hard it was, you cut all contact with him.

heavy sigh escapes from your lips as you count the remaining money in your pocket. You were moving from place to another just to not get caught by him and especially by the authorities. not trying to hide truly but only avoiding them. Yet you never heard anything about that night, it only haunts you even though you knew he deserved it. Bc you know there's no way he would survive what Driver did to him.

Luckily your family is in another state, you don't need to worry if he’ll bother them just to know your location or what. Right now you are staying at a friend’s place, lucky enough she’s flown across the country, so you have the whole apartment by yourself. You won’t need to worry about paying a cheap motel to stay for the next 3 weeks.

It was a rainy night and your lazy ass doesn't want to leave the apartment so you choose to order pizza tonight. As the bell rings, you immediately get yourself up and go to the front door to pick up the pizza you ordered. You instantly grab the other side of the pizza box from the delivery guy and give your card using your free hand to him.

“Sorry, didn't get your new haven.” he simply said, your gaze went to his hat that almost covers his face while he’s slightly facing the floor.

“It’s fine I order for new york–…” you paused for a minute when you saw blood dripping from the side of his head. “are you okay–?” it suddenly hits you that you didn't mention your favorite pizza flavor to them. that frightened you more than the thunder growling from his background.

Your eyes landed to the other corner of the pizza box and there you saw a pair of hands with leather gloves on and you looked up and you saw the familiar white jacket glazing inside of the other red jacket he’s wearing. you wanted to speak but the words are stuck on your throat and your feet cannot move an inch from where you were standing. hands were trembling while still holding the other end of the pizza box.

It doesn't need to be checked, you could clearly see from your peripheral an unconscious body lying on the porch.

as your eyes landed on his face, you watch the corner of his lips curl and form a smirk. slowly looking up at you to meet your eyes and from there he never left yours, he stared at you like a starved man who has found his prey.

he had found you.

You didn't wait for him to say anything, you immediately grabbed the door and tried to lock yourself inside but he was too fast and used his hand to block the door pushing it towards you to let himself in. You tried to run to the bedroom but only to be grabbed by your shirt and pinned to the wall right next to the bedroom. You are now facing the wall while his hand, your hair and his face in your neck.

Driver took time sniffing on your skin and leaving soft bites. “I miss you…” He mumbles while the tip of his nose tracing your neck to your face.

“I fucking miss you, baby…” he start placing soft peck on your shoulders up to your neck which send you different shivers to your spine.

He made you face him and crashed his lips to yours. It was careless, messy and a pinch of hatred. You tried to pull away but he only pressed his body harder against you. “Stop. resisting.” his hand gripped more in your hair while the other hand snakes inside your shorts and made its way to your panties till you felt his leathered gloves on your clit.

You manage not to make any noises, but ain't no way he'll take that. His fingers made circular motion on your clit while the other went under your shirt and lightly pinched your nipples and continued to twist it in between his fingers. That's undeniably made you aroused like a switch turning you on. He knows it. He knows every single detail of you.

Then he suddenly inserts two fingers on you causing you to whine and lean your back on him. He watches as you bite your lips and tries to keep yourself from moaning. Resistance was still there but he knew you'll give in sooner.

His tongue flattened to your shoulder and traveled to the earlobe where your soft spot was located. He increases the pace of his fingers rubbing inside you and his hand on your titties. “No need to resist, baby. it's just me.” he said in your ears. When you face him, you meet his kind calm eyes which are basically drooling on you, and for a moment you forget what he has done. “Babe…” moans escaped.

“Yeah, that's right baby.” kisses your lips, “Now, you gotta follow everything I say, okay? And don't you dare to piss me off baby, because I wouldn't like that.” he softly said. you nodded.

He walked you to the bedroom while his fingers are inside you and uses his other hand to close the door. “We're gonna skip that foreplay you like. I want to claim what's mine. you understand?” as soon as you nod he pushes you to the bed and pulls your hips up. ripping your shorts off and slapping your ass that surely left you sore for days.

You felt your wetness dripping to your clit while your hips were still hanging in the air giving him a full view of your cunt. A brief moment you heard his belt clinking before you felt a throbbing pain on your core as he slammed his full length on you.

You were helpless while the pain shivers through your legs but everytime tried to straighten up he would spank your ass. his hand on your waist as he starts to thrust in and out of you. This time you can hear him, he was loud. He didn't keep his groans. He wanted you to know the combined emotions he feels right now. Driver continued to shove his dick to you and the only thing you can grip and bite on is that poor bedsheet.

After a couple of thrust, your core made it wet enough for him to easily slide in and out. sloppy sound of his thrust can be heard by the neighbors, and so goes his grunts. He guided you up to kneel on the edge of the bed while keeping his dick inside you.

Driver is hugging you from behind as he continues to stroke you. You couldn't resist when he put a huge visible mark in your neck, “you have no fucking idea what i've been through when you were gone.” he started to recall how miserable he was on those weeks you were gone hiding from him, that only cause him to goes on you harder, “you are so fucking selfish. You left me after what I've done for you. huh?!”

A tear fell from your eyes, “Shhh… baby, don't cry. you deserve this.” and moans on your shoulder trying to reach his peak.

His lips travel anywhere in your skin that he could reach, while his both hands grab your both breasts, indeed claiming what's his.“What are we doing, baby? Tell me.” his voice shaking while continuously thrusting on you, slamming his dick to your walls.

“W… we fucking, babe—” You pressed your lips together when he screamed out “Nooo!” that startled you, “Sshhh no baby, this is making love. It's making love, baby.”

He catches your lips again. He has never been this messy before, he wanted to show you how much you drive him crazy. You tasted metallic liquid from the corner of your lips when he pulled away, he bury his face on your neck and increased his pace.

His hands on your waist and hips tighten to pin your knees more into the mattress. Groans are getting louder. After a few more minutes he pulled out and released it on your thighs.

“gonna bring you back home and you are not going to ranaway from me again because you are fucking mine. understand, doll?”

As he reached the second floor, he stopped in front of a familiar door and looked around before sliding in and there he saw you with a glass of wine in your hand looking outside your windows. Court slides his hand to your waist from behind. “Study, huh?” He teases, placing kisses on your neck.

“thought you wouldn't come.” you mumbles eyes shut while leaning back to him. His hands traveled under your shirt and reached your breast giving it a soft squeeze. “We have to make it quick, princess, someone might notice I'm gone.” He says before turning you to face him and pinning you to the nearest wall.

You two only saw each other months ago despite knowing him for years. That happened when your dad asked him to pick you up not knowing you were drunk at that time.

“We have to cut the foreplay, princess, now spit." placing his hand on your mouth and other busy helping you undoing his pants and sprung his throbbing cock out. He made some strokes before lifting you and wrapped your legs to his torsos.

he moved your shorts and panties aside. his lips catches yours before filling you up. that made you pull from his lips to suck and swallow air.

“Let's be quiet, princess, okay? We are not in my place.” his voice shakes as he starts thrusting his hips on you. you left no choice but to take the pleasure while mouths were shut with some gasp escaping sometimes.

Every stroke and the tension of might get caught was already leading you to your climax. You wanted to cry, you wanted to call his name and hear him grunting but you two have to stay quiet while he carefully but deeply pounding you.

A knock made him stop. It freezes you both, and then you hear your fathers voice, “Honey, you wanna come downstairs? Your mom takes out dessert.” He said from the other side of the door.

You don't know if you're going to answer your father or not. basically you are panicking. “Honey?” He asked and made a knock again.

but then you felt Court's hips moves again towards you slowly but deep, you mouthed him, “what the fuck?!” made left your mouth parted open. “Go, answer your dad.” he whispers in your ear and continues to thrust his cock in and out.

“I'm fine, dad–!” you suddenly gripped on his shoulder when he made a deeper thrust on you and swore at him silently, “– I'll go downstairs later!” you continued

Court gave you this mischievous smile, the first time you've ever seen him and started to speed up his strokes again while still not making any noise.