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fineanddandy · 2 years
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The Blood is Love
Summary: Layla would have never imagined being besties with the notorious bad boys of her class, let alone that their twisted friendship would stand the test of time after a silly blood oath they made back when they were teens. Their love is unconditional, real, but a secret lies within…
Relationship: Carter Baizen x Max Wolfe x black!ofc “Layla”
Warnings: AU, throuple-ish, simmer of smut, sharing/threesome vibes, mention of fem masturbation, graphic language, drug/alcohol use, mature content, some angst(? If you squint), 18+
A/N: WELL here we are. I have united the Whore mouths into one story. Mmm idk this could be a reach—their two characters even being acquainted—I mean honestly it’s been soooo long since I watched OG GG I’m not all that refreshed on Carter. But then again who cares I just wanted a story with their little evil asses together and this is what happened. Just wanna be shared between those smirks of theirs 🤤 this got wordyyyyy idk if I’ll do more with it as of right now…but uh yeah, enjoy.
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“Isn’t this like…some form of cross contamination or something? Like…mixing DNA or whatever?”
Asked Layla with a concerned brow, wedged between them before a rinky-dink altar of Max’s creation. Some fancy decorative goblet and crystal decanter full of some expensive French Cab sitting atop a silky Hermes scarf. This didn’t seem like the best idea…but these two were so serious about all of this. When they called her over, it seemed urgent but she should have known it was anything but.
Carter rolled his eyes at her hesitancy. “God Layla don’t be so dramatic…”
Taking offense she scoffed as she panned the room covered with dozens of white candles illuminating the dark.
“Me? Dramatic? How, when I know the two biggest drama Kings of Manhattan…” Together Max and Carter snickered and exchanged a look over her head. “And may I remind you two whose creepy idea this was?”
Theirs. The most outlandish plans were always theirs. So this ritual really shouldn’t surprise her because being their best friend meant always being kept on your toes.
“We have to secure our bond,” said Max as he poured the fancy chalice full of blood red wine. “We’ll be connected together…forever…”
“And I’m the one being dramatic…” Layla mumbled under her breath.
Carter stifled a chuckle wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Can’t get rid of us bun. About to be tethered together.” He murmured against the curve of her ear.
“Forever.” Max reiterated with his slithered smile, affectionately kissing her crown, dancing his thick brows at Carter excited to do this as well. “Ready?”
Layla sagged her shoulders with an anxious groan, fighting back her own grin as she eyed theirs from her seat. They were way too giddy, smiles so long they seemed to reach beyond their ears, shimmying their shoulders and arms with silly laughs. Her eyes rolled. Always getting their way the charmers. Carter unsheathed his shiny switchblade with a sinister grin, nicking the tip of his finger with the sharp tip without a wince. A few drops of his blood trickled down into the cup, then it was Layla’s turn, who’s putting up a strong front until he pricked her over the cup, whining softly to herself as he pinched a few drops from her shaky hand.
“You got it,” Carter gently encouraged pressing a comforting kiss at her throbbing temple as she sucked at her wound, “did so good. You’re next Wolfey.”
Max plucked the knife from the flat palm of his hand to do his own honors, biting down on his happy smile as he sliced his thumb open. Playfully winking over at them he sacrificed himself into the glass, then fixed his wound between his pillowy lips to clean himself.
“The blood is love.” Carter announced with his eyes closed, meditating over the warm contaminated wine. Layla watched them with a speculative side eye.
“Our blood,” Max corrected him, cradling the goblet with his cupped creamy hands, “Our blood is love.”
“…dramatic.” Layla whispered with a suck of her teeth, trying not to laugh at the two dorks on either side of her.
Max peeked an eye open to glare down at her. “Say it Layla.” He nudged with a hiss of a whisper.
“Okay, alright…” She stifled back another chuckle as she straightened out her shoulders and put on her best serious face. “Our blood is love.”
Max took the first drink. Long and slow. Allowing the tangy fluid flow down his throat, a trickle slipped from the corner of his arched lips. Catching himself from overindulging with a lighthearted chuckle, he passed the cup over to Carter, wiping away the spillage with the back of his hand. Layla carefully watched them drink, a little stunned to see them so willingly guzzle down the concoction of their rich blood and the rich wine as if they created the purest nectar on the planet. Honestly the way they tipped the cup up and chugged had her particularly parched. Mouth watered as she listened to their sighs echo into the emptying bowl. Maybe the wine was just that damn good. Carter finished off his sip with a lick of his lips humming as he swallowed what was left on his tongue and handed over the cup.
“Here my lovely Layla.”
She took the glass with bated breaths, gazing into the liquid with wonder, unsure if she should take a sip. She’d never done anything like this before. Essentially drink someone else’s blood but she loved Max and Carter. And she had to commit she doesn’t back down from anything they throw at her. Drawing the rim of the glass to her shaky lips, she took in a deep breath and thought fuck it, shutting her eyes just as the wine splashed over her tastebuds.
“May we never break, nor falter, for the rest of our days. From now on, we belong to one another. We carry each other in our hearts, in our spirits.”
Max prayed over Layla taking slow gulps of the remainder of the blood laced wine, intoxicated by the oaky fragrance in her nose, the tart cherry body prickling her mouth to life. The wine was fantastic and maybe she was in her head but…the potent mixture of their love tasted so sweet. Warming every inch of her insides. Layla emptied every last drop into her open mouth as the two little devils watched on with their signature smiles. Pleased to see her enjoy their taste with a delicious moan. When there was nothing left, Max took the glass from her and set it back down on the altar. Taking her hand in his he faintly kissed at her knuckles with gratitude. She blushed into Carter’s side as he hugged her tight.
“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together…” Carter sang with a tiny smirk and chuckle, lovingly cupping Max’s sculpted cheek. “Love you guys.”
Carter felt good, at peace as he kissed Max’s forehead, then kissed Layla’s perfect mouth he was obsessed with. They were his people, his dysfuncts. They wouldn’t be able to survive their pretentious adolescence without each other.
“Love you.”
“Love you back.”
They sweetly return, entangling their arms and legs together for a pile on on Max’s bedroom floor. Holding onto each other they love on each other with hushed giggles. She never thought that they would be a thing, let alone best friends, but here she was willingly giving a piece of herself away to these devils. Her devils. Not the first time, and it won’t be the last…
Layla immersed herself in this beautiful autumn morning, deeply inhaling the crisp air with a grin, sitting pretty outside their favorite coffee shop. Those two are always late, trying to quickly nurse their hangovers or quietly collect their shirts and shoes leaving their late night conquests sleeping. If the weather wasn’t so perfect, she’d be slightly irritated but instead, she sighs as her warm cappuccino blankets her tastebuds. Unbothered by their typical douchey behavior. The neighborhood is unusually quiet for a Sunday but she’s grateful the crowd is lackluster. They can have a proper catch up. The interaction between the three of them has been sparse the past two months and it was beginning to get to the three of them. Not used to being apart for this long. Sundays used to be their day, but the universe was really fucking with them lately. Cancellation after cancellation. Layla was starting to believe it was her, but they individually reassured her that wasn’t the case in their own unique ways. One loaned her her private chef for a week. The other gifted her one of her favorite things every day for two weeks. But finally, after all the disheartening rain checks, today’s the day that they can all be together. Whatever she wants. Until they pass out. They promised.
“Layla!”
Snapping her neck up from her book with an excited grin, she spots her first handsome grey eyed devil dashing his way towards her table, khaki trench coat flying out behind his ripped jeans. Smile curly and wild as his hair dances around his bright face, winded but laughing as he extends his arms out.
“Layla darling!”
Dropping her book down on the table, she cracks up at him running full speed and immediately jumps to her boots, shaking her head and opening her arms awaiting to catch him.
“Aww Max…” her smile’s just as wide and toothy as his, so damn happy to see his face. “My little Wolfey baby…”
Max locks his arms around her back with a playful growl, lifting her giggling off the dirty sidewalk as he holds her so tight. As if he never wanted to let her go again. Layla squeezes her arms around his neck, takes in his smell with a gleeful hum as they spin around.
Max situates his pouty lips against the crest of her ear. “Missed you so much darling,” he whispers sweetly, smirking at the sensation of her plump lips stretching over the warm skin of his slender neck. “Been so long I ache.”
Ah yes the ache. She’s all too familiar with the ache it’s been fluttering through her chest for so long now. That same ache was haunting their friend as well it was past time for them to reunite. One last squeeze of his shoulders before she slips back down to the ground, resting her hands over his nape, somberly gazing into his gorgeous eyes.
“Me too baby. We all are.” Her fingertips brush up into his soft auburn hair, standing up on her tippy toes, “it’s all good…we got the day…”
Layla rests her third eye against Max’s, closing their eyes and sharing a hard meaningful sigh. Already they felt better…and will feel even more so when they’re all together again.
“A day might not be enough,” Max whines with a pained chuckle, clutching her wrist so she won’t let go yet. But the soft approaching of footsteps behind her has her slowly pulling away. Already feeling his warmth her spine tingles in anticipation.
“Then we have all the time in the world Max,” she winks as she cups his chiseled jaw, “Don’t trip okay?”
“Pouting already?” Carter rolls his eyes, wrapping a strong arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he peers up at Max. “Here we all are and you’re still being a big baby Wolfe.” He teases, kissing Layla’s cheek with his crooked little grin. Layla scoffs at him with a small shake of her head, snaking an arm around his bracing her hips as she side eyes Max frowning.
“Don’t act like you haven’t been pouting yourself Zen.” She punishes him with a gentle elbow to the gut to get him off her back if he’s going act like that.
“OW—geeeez he knows I’m just fuckin with him cuz I miss him. Ain’t that right Wolfey…”
Carter grabs ahold of Max’s shoulder and shoves him into a firm chest, holding and kissing up on him until he breaks his front and hugs him back with a silly laugh. Layla couldn’t be happier to see them together laughin and talkin, like no time has passed. Reminds her of old times…makes her wish they were young again.
“Now that’s what I like to see.” She pounces on them, wiggling her way in between their hard bodies so she can share in on the love too. “So fuckin happy that we’re together. My boys.” Her besties. Hooking each arm around their necks she kisses each set of curly grins, two tastes distinctly their own. Oh how she desperately needed them both to dull that pestilent ache living inside her since they last parted. In their conjoined arms, she’s cured by their affections. Nuzzling, murmuring sweet nothings, they hold each other a little longer with sneaky smirks and hushed giggles until someone’s trying to get by to get inside the shop. Breaking up their gross group hug with goofy apologies, they take their seats, and as soon as they get comfortable, Carter and Max grace her thigh, her cheek, fawning over her while she casually sips her lukewarm coffee. Falling right into their normal routine of worshipping her every move. Been like this since the three of them became attached at the hip. An intense codependent situationship that no one outside of their little world could even begin to comprehend. Was she with Carter? Or with Max? Or were the rumors true and they share her? The status of their relationship was up for speculation and they loved to keep people confused with their little antics.
Looking at Max and Carter, one can only assume what kind of guys they were back in high school: the assholes everyone hated to love, and loved to hate. Their reputations preceded themselves and the rumors about the dynamic duo were downright ruthless, outrageous. Layla started off on the ‘loved to hate’ end of the spectrum, but by the start of her junior year, she was finding herself closer to the small but ever present ‘hate to love’ end. And it all began with Carter, a regular customer of the record shop a friend of her mom’s owned where she worked during the summers. The only job offer that piqued her interest at the time; it was either that or take some summer courses her dad kept bringing up. No way she was going to waste her days away in a classroom. Nah, she’d rather spend the long summer minutes surrounded by music and artist conversations between customers. Smell of dusty aged vinyl sleeves and playing obscure punk and jazz b-sides over the speakers in the shop. The alluring smirk of Carter Baizen as he watched her work behind the register or reorganize shelves. They’d never spoken a word to each other ever at school; Layla usually avoided him and his bff at any cost. No girl in their right mind should fall into their scandalous smoky gazes and pouty pink lips. No girl could ignore how incredibly hot Carter and Max are either, especially Layla, so she kept her distance. Didn’t need to be caught up in any speculation in regards to either of them.
But Carter was determined to get her attention. His trips used to solely be about digging for rarities for resale, but then he saw her smiling and talking to the owner through the window front one sunny day. Outside her uniform, outside of school, out in the real world and he was entranced. Layla was totally not what he expected when her nose wasn’t in a textbook or around her friends. Carter did his best to try to engage her, ask her questions about certain albums or what she was playing in the store but Layla kept it short anytime she felt inclined to acknowledge him. Worked around him like he was a ghost and he would just watch, and wait. Sometimes with a book and black coffee, those haughty steel blue eyes following Layla’s every move.
“Yo what is up with you.”
She had had enough of the creepy gawking, walking up on him still seated in the vintage recliner. Carter sat his book down in his lap and tilted his dimpled chin at her, raking his icy stare up and down her front. Max would like her attitude, the fire in her chocolate brown eyes. Had to admit he was into it himself, even though he liked his women a lot more…pliable, but hey, at least she was finally speaking. Out of spite, nonetheless, so this was his only shot.
“What’re you doing Friday night.”
Layla scrunched her nose, her brow, looking down on Carter with disgust. “The nerve of you to think that I’d wanna hang out with you.” She was in no way nice about it either but it doesn’t shake him.
“I’m throwing a small party. You should come.” Cooly he reached over for his coffee, keeping his sights locked with Layla’s squint.
“Yeah right. Look, if you aren’t going to actually buy anything, could you leave? Fuckin creeping me out dude.”
She grimaced with a shudder at Carter seductively licking coffee off the plump curve of his bottom lip, modestly smiling at her shoulders slightly trembling. Calmly he sat his cup back down and studied her lust blown pupils a minute longer before he asked,
“Am I really creeping you out? Or am I distracting you…”
Doing his best to suppress that devilish crooked smirk of his but failed. Layla straightened up, ignored that stir in her stomach and stormed off, tired of looking at him. She needed to go back to pretending he didn’t exist.
“You’re a creep Carter. Always have been, always will be.” She reinforced from behind the counter, putting the safe amount of distance she usually keeps between them. Go to one of his parties? He’s got to be bored or somethin to invite her. What did she look like being in the midst of his rich degenerate friends throwing away their parents’ money on blow and alcohol.
“Trust me…it won’t be that kind of party…” Suddenly he was at the counter with a couple of records and tapes, a business card with a number scribbled on the back. “Just call me.”
Layla looked Carter hard into his smug face and brushed the card away and off the counter with a disapproving shake of her head, and began to ring his items up without another word. Sooner she rang him up, the sooner he can get the hell out of her space. She was just about done. Was only putting up with his bullshit because he was buying shit. Then he became a disruptor…and Layla wasn’t havin that. His attractiveness aside, Carter was the last person she wanted to be in cahoots with. Didn’t matter to him though, he—they were going to lure her into their inner sanctum.
“Promise we’ll show you a good time.” Carter batted his curly lashes with a sick chuckle as he took his bag from her. We? “Don’t keep us waiting…”
We…us…why was it sounding like some sort of an arrangement? Layla glared at him through the glass until he was gone down the sidewalk. She puffed an exasperated sigh through her puckered lips. A weight lifted off her chest now that Carter was done harassing her with his tenacious heavy gaze. Layla knew what game he was playing at, trying to wear her down into giving him whatever he wants. A guy like him is used to getting what he wants. She looked down at the card on the floor with a curious head tilt. We…us…what did they want with her? That question alone had Layla picking it up with a hard breath. Well…she can’t say she didn’t go down without a fight. Carter had been in the store every day for weeks, workin her nerves with his idiotic questions, his beguiling air suffocating her common sense. Her thumb brushed over the jet black ink as if the series numbers sealed her ultimate fate. One night with them can’t possibly be that bad.
“I’m sending a car,” Carter couldn’t be more pleased with himself, practically in hysterics when she folded, “don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing.”
That didn’t seem so promising. Not worrying that is. And she tried not to, not to worry about Carter and his sultry cloudy eyes. Tried not to worry about term we. But her curiosity had her anxiety through the roof. So much so, that when Friday came around, and she found herself alone and bored, calling Carter for the address. No car needed, her dad kept his driver on standby. No fuss necessary. Kept her fit nice and simple. Didn’t want to give them any inclination that she cared about them enough to put forth any real effort into a look. In and out; she told her dad’s driver to stay near as they pulled up to an unmarked door secured by one swole man. No telling what waited for her on the other side.
Posh. The only word to describe the crushed velvet lounge she waltzed into. Then again, Layla shouldn’t have expected anything less with the bougie twins. Lights that dimmed a gloomy hue of red put her further on edge as she met the shifty eyes of classmates she would never dare speak to. One drink. She swore one drink but their whispers and judging squints broke that promise. Just about ready to turn heel out of there Layla huffed and pulled out her phone to signal her driver.
“You actually came.” Max magically appeared at her side, catching her by surprise as he spun her around by the hips with his little malevolent smirk. Layla gasped aloud and clutched her phone to her chest as he jerked her flush into his partially opened silk shirt, in too close contact to his pale pink skin. “Thought I was going to have to come after you myself,” his pouty lips murmured hovered over hers, “Carter has a hard time…sealing the deal…sometimes.”
Layla shoved herself away, disoriented by his fragrance, his sensual voice, and shoved her phone back in her pocket. Max couldn’t keep his smitten glint off her scowl, her pretty brown skin glowing even in the lowlights. After a month or so of Carter repeatedly failing, he really didn’t think she’d actually come. His heart pattered hard against his breast as he watched her rake an ugly glare up and down his front. Fuck, Carter didn’t lie her spunk really had his blood pumping.
“Oh. And you think you could have gotten the job done?” She snapped, folding her arms over her shirt as she looked away from that smirk that only reminded her of his buddy. She hated what those insinuating smirks did to her body.
“Oh darling…I always get the job done.” Max plucked a random drink off a tray in passing, dangling it out for Layla to take. “No one can resist my charms. Not even you Layla.”
Hearing her name like that, like he wanted to taste her, caught her attention, snatching the fancy rocks glass from his dainty fingers. She didn’t like that she liked it. She didn’t like that she wanted him to say her name like that again and again.
“Layla…” She took a deep breath and a long sip, ignoring the way he said her name again as he began to slowly circle her, “like that Clapton song right? Hmm…your hip mom must’ve named you…probably why you’re so cool…”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked over at Max rounding from behind. “What the fuck are you on about?”
He simply smiled and kept it moving. “We’ve been watching you darling. For a while now and I must say…we’re into it…into you Layla.” Her frown deepened with annoyance as she kept her wavering gaze set with his burning with desire. “Intelligent, extraordinarily pretty, independent. Delectably ruthless…how could we not?”
We. What the fuck. These two assholes had never spoken a word to her a day in their lives, nor ever looked her way so for him to say that really fuckin irked her. His evil little grin didn’t help. “You two don’t know shit about me Max.”
He was already disagreeing as she spoke, stopping directly in front of her, plucking her empty glass away. “Not true darling. Let us prove it to you.”
Us. Layla didn’t trust a word from either of them. All these vague, cult-like promises had her even more freaked out about coming. Max and Carter always meant trouble and she fuckin knew better. “I shouldn’t have come here.” She reached for her phone again but Max snatched her up by the wrist.
“But you can’t go yet,” he actually pleaded, a little upset that she would try to leave when she had just gotten there. It’d taken her back a little bit, to see him sad, but fuck his feelings she thought as she tore her hand out of his grip.
“Look, I don’t know what you sick fucks are up to but I’m not here for it. So fuck off Max. Relay that shit back to your demented twin.”
Layla was done, bewildered but done, tapping away at her screen to tell her driver to meet her out front but she should have known getting out wasn’t going to be easy.
“Message received loud and clear.” Carter appeared stopping her dead in her tracks, scaring her half to death as she looked up from her phone. “If she wants to go Max, she can go.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. “Thank you.” Layla rolled her eyes and flipped her hair as she pushed past Carter amused, calling after her as he spoke to Max,
“But I think she’ll regret it later…and she’ll come crawling back…”
His words stunted her storm off, stiffened her spine. But why? She knew it was best for her to get away from them, but something inside her inclined her to find out what they wanted from her. And why out of all the girls at school was it her? She gulped a frustrated groan staring at the exit, feeling their paired eyes simmer trails up and down her back. Go Layla, her breath shook as she fluttered her lashes closed. Carter’s sweet cologne crashed over her head as he approached from behind.
“So the choice is yours hun,” he whispered in her ear, gently sitting his hand on her shoulder as he drew her in closer, “Stay and have the time of your life with us…or come back in a couple hours, days, weeks…because you will come back. We’re in your head now. And you can’t fight the intrigue, can you Layla?”
She didn’t want to answer that question. She couldn’t. Her breath, her voice? Gone. Swallowed up by the musings of a little devil perched on her shoulder, reading her mind like he had a bird’s eye view into her thoughts. Her folds fluttered, her skin electric beneath her goosebumps. Yeah they were in her head alright, stirring up all sorts of inappropriate thoughts she’s never had about them. Maybe it was the drink, or her urge to see where the night could take her, but she gradually opened her eyes to the exit once more, then glanced down at her illuminated screen. Carter winked back at Max as she told her driver to go ahead and go. Max clasped his hands together and thanked the Lord.
“Don’t fuck me over.” Layla chastised Carter, flickered a glance back at Max celebrating that she chose to stay. Somehow he had another full glass in hand, holding it out for her to take.
“Trust…we don’t wanna fuck you like that hun...” he nudged her chin with the edge of his knuckle, guiding her back to Max eagerly waiting to take them back to their section. “And we always take care of each other, so we’ll take precious care of you. Won’t we Wolfe?”
As they met Max draped his arm over Carter’s, his creepy smile on beam down at Layla gaping up at him. “Of course. She’s with us now.”
That night changed the course of her summer, the course of her life really. Max and Carter took her in and doted on her harder than she could ever imagine. They went everywhere together and treated her to whatever they desired. Wanted to spend any bit of free time they had with her; they weren’t kidding when they said they were into her. And she didn’t know what to do with having them both in the palm of her hands like that. It was overwhelming, all the attention she was getting from both sides because it was never just Max or just Carter. Always the sadistic pair.
That night at the party sealed their newfound relationship. Layla had so much fun getting fucked up with them. Max made her feel like she was the only girl in the world, feeding her his undivided attention with that gorgeous smile. Carter made her laugh from her stomach, faintly brushing his nails across her exposed skin when he had the chance. Quite frankly, they had her mesmerized in the midst of bumps of coke and shots of top shelf vodka. Maybe this was some girls’ fantasy, to be caught between their dreamy grey eyes and hushed sweet nothings, but for Layla? Not in a million years. This was the last place she’d imagined ending up. The last two men on the planet she’d give her time to. And after one faded night, Max and Carter became exactly what they predicted to Layla…
Lying her head back on the sofa, she relaxes with a big grin and a gleeful hum, relieving a soft sigh as a dull buzz takes over her prickled skin. Ignoring the trance beat coming from the speakers, she nibbles back an enticed giggle, flinching her hips off the seat with the motion of his fingertips stroking up her damp folds. Slipping deeper into her high and the sofa, she moans and drops her chin to the left to meet a pair of devilish lips lying in wait. Their tongues meet with sleazy smirks, inhaling each other with needy groans. Layla missed their touch starved hands caressing over her curves, their dark little laughs filling her intoxicated brain. Taking her higher with each dominating bite, giving into their every command to coat them with her essence. She fists the back of Max’s hair with a sharp gasp. Carter suctions onto the side of her neck, teasing her clit as he dips his middle finger deeper. Nerves completely numb from the coke circulating her hot bloodstream, her climbing orgasm. Her erotic moans intermingling with Max’s, hand clutching hers clutching his dick so hard in his trousers. Hard huffs of breath beating into each other Layla’s chest heaves as she whines longingly; Carter working his wrist faster, roughly winding his thumb around her throbbing clit. She yanks with a muted shrill and Max growls with a bite of her bottom lip with a smile, listening to her cum quietly behind their locked lips.
“I got the next round.” Max whispers into her gasping lips as he abandons her with a wink, licking her saliva away. Layla turns her dizzy head to face Carter happily sucking at his cum soaked fingers.
“Zen…”
“Yeah bun…”
“Love you,” she falls over into his arms, wrapping her noodle arms around his shoulders with a nuzzle, “so much bub.”
Sighing a curt laugh he returns her nuzzle and gently kisses her. “You know I know.” He mumbles caressing her nose with his, faintly brushing the edge of her lips. “Missed you like crazy.”
Layla solemnly nods against his clammy forehead. She missed him way more, especially after what happened. Her breath shakes as she uncomfortably shifts her shoulders. “I’m sorry…”
But he shakes his head to shush her. “Mmm bun…let’s not do this. Not with Max around…”
Pulling away she falls into his tender gaze and asks, “So when…”
They’d been putting off the conversation for too long. No way Max wasn’t suspicious of them. There were no secrets between them. None.
Carter cups her cheek with a sad grin, grazing her warm cinnamon skin with his thumb that still smells of her. “Soon,” he reassures her with another soft kiss, “We’ll tell him soon.”
At the bar Max anxiously cards his fingers back through his long locks, turning away from their intimate moment. Something’s up he can feel it. A sense of betrayal pained his chest. He could no longer ignore it, and he was tired of waiting for someone to tell him what was going on.
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buckysswinter · 2 years
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the way i loved you
18+ minors dni
warnings: angst, carter being an asshole, oral (f receiving), power play, daddy kink, pet name, degradation kink, reader moving on
not edited or beta'd- do not repost or translate!
playboy!carter baizen x f!reader, nate archibald x f!reader
word count: 2,588
part two of cruel summer
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'cause i'm not feeling anything at all; and you were wild and crazy; just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated
she had gotten the invite in her mailbox months ago, in fancy cursive letters to be a plus one for the one and only nate archibald. though she wasn't sure why nate had asked her and she wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to go after the incident with carter baizen. she had sworn off high society since then but nate archibald was different, he was respectful and nice- unlike carter. he had come up to y/n when she was in the upper east side,
-"hey y/n i heard from carter that you had moved away what are you doing back here?" she was surprised he had known her name, so smiled at him politely and replied.
-"oh yeah uh, just coming back for the weekend to deal with some stuff then back to london i go." y/n had saved up enough money from working to move to london, there she was promised a job which would certainly keep her occupied- besides there was no one in new york holding her back from moving anyways, now that carter had broken her heart.
-"london. what a beautiful choice, well i hope you enjoy london and i was hoping that you could do me a favor?" she knew him speaking to her meant he needed something, they always do and in return she nodded at him.
-"you see those paparazzi's behind that restaurant?," she nodded "i need you to pretend that you're happy to see me, like you're my girlfriend, please" nate pleaded with kindness and who was she to refuse that, so she put her best smile on and acted her ass off.
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she knew trouble would ensue after that, well because, the articles and tabloids that were associated with those pictures haunted her. she was labeled as nate's new girlfriend or plaything- which she didn't mind because she wasn't in new york anymore, so they couldn't reach her but that meant nate messaging her to let her know that he needed a date to the prestigious cotillion ball for the debutantes. and she knows she should have told him she couldn't go due to work but knowing him, he would pull all the strings so she could go- maybe she was nervous because she didn't want to see the person who hurt her so much, carter. she still wasn't over him, after all it's only been a few months, yet he seemed to forget about her already- photographed with different girls at all times and such. it stung but she knew that if she held onto that heartbreak then it would prevent her from moving on. every now and then y/n has to remind herself the pain carter baizen caused her- tossed her to the side as if she was merely a flesh thing with no feelings and she knew she deserved more than that. so maybe her accepting the invite is also a payback to him, to show him what he lost.
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when she landed at new york she expected people to forget who she was after all it's been months since she left new york, since she was photographed with nate yet there was a brigade of paparazzi waiting for her, with their cameras shoved up her face. the anxiety started bubbling, her breathe getting stuck to her throat, this was never the life she wanted and if she really wanted, y/n could turn around and fly back to london-where life is normal. y/n took a deep breath and started making her way to the car, door opened for her and bodyguards holding the paparazzis far from her.
-"courtesy of mr. archibald miss," one of the bodyguards whispered and of course it was, nate archibald was as charming as they come. she thanked both of the bodyguards for not only driving her to her fancy hotel that nate provided but also for protecting her against the paparazzi.
y/n sighed, it's been a few hectic days since she landed back to new york city- her time mostly being spent photographed and trailed. it felt weird getting this much attention for simply being seen with the nate archibald once, yet he was never ashamed of her unlike carter. she really needed to stop comparing him to carter because nate was nice and caring unlike carter who was ruthless. nate also asked for her help and that might be why he was so nice but he set up all the accommodations for her to be back here, a chance to see her parents after she left all those months ago and also paying for everything she would purchase while she's here. she's never felt more cared for and she felt bad when she found out what nate had done,
-"nate you didn't need to pay for my fare or my accommodations i hope you're aware of that, i have some of my money in hand." nate tsked at her statement,
-"y/n i asked you to come here as my date, i have made your life a whirlwind, it's the least i could do." and the conversation was left at that with no room for arguing.
nate had offered for y/n to go to the same dress boutique as everyone in the cotillion did however, she felt uncomfortable surrounded with people she didn't know and what she was truly afraid of was running into blair waldorf. blair wouldn't notice her, she was not someone who was truly breathtaking and she had nothing against blair yet every time she was reminded of blair, she was reminded of carter and that night where she stupidly confessed her love for him- and all he did was give her a pity scoff. so y/n refused nate's offer and went to look for a dress somewhere else which she needed to worry if it was to the other's standard even though nate assured her she could were whatever she liked.
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arriving to cotillion felt like walking to a red carpet event, a bunch of paparazzis waiting to see the gowns chosen by this year's debutants- y/n felt special, she wasn't a debutant, she was here ot support nate. her sage green gown dragged on the floor as she prepares to walk down the stairs. her eyes kept on nate until she heard shuffling coming from the left side of the room and then he appeared. it seemed as everything stopped as their eyes locked, y/n's throat tightened and she stumbled a bit. she was the one who looked away, to break the intimate eye contact between them.
carter cleared his throat then apologized for his tardiness when he took blair waldorf's opposite- she should've known carter would be blair's date, after all he had humiliated her feelings that one summer night to replace her with blair. as spiteful as she was y/n didn't feel pain anymore but shame, shame that she let herself love a man like carter baizen. she felt shame all over her body that she let carter baizen treat her so horribly justifying that it was all in the name of love- she let carter possess her body in ways she can't describe because she was so enamored with him. she acted insane in the name of love all because of carter baizen.
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as the quarter played the music and the switching of partners came, her breath hitched as soon as she was paired up with carter. he had a sly smile on his face,
-"thought i'd never see you here again kitten," the nickname she once adored felt like venom poisoning her ears then her entire being.
-"you know that's not my name carter. also why wouldn't i be? after all nate archibald invited me," the mention of nate's name seemed to shake him up.
-"nate? you know i could never treat you like i did kitten. i know all the spots, all the actions to make you go stupid and confess your love to me" his mockery felt like fire to her heart, burning the walls she built around it and crushing her heart again, this made her falter a step, crushing carter's foot. then, y/n pushed carter away and ran to the bathroom. looking behind no one had seemed to pay attention to the commotion she created, good.
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the fabric of her gown is suddenly irritating her- the slight sensory detail sending her into a panic attack, then the thoughts of what carter said caught up to her. carter baizen mocked her for loving him- all she wanted to do was show him love, a love so intense that she looked past all the times where he threw her aside, times where it felt like she didn't matter until he wanted someone to fuck. so maybe it wasn't love at all the she was feeling for him and she knew that she shouldn't have fallen in love with him, but his charming smile and witty personality pushed her there. she can't even begin to mention how he reacts when she gets close to someone- she had mistaken that for love, the possessiveness he held for her, it was just that and not love. the doubts started coming in her mind, how could she be so stupid to show up here and not expect carter baizen to push her into a state of mental panic?
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the slamming of the door caught y/n's attention and as she was about to look up, someone's lips were on hers. y/n's eyes widen as she realizes who it was, she immediately shoves carter off of her.
-"what the fuck is wrong with you carter? you can't just barge in here and kiss me" the anger within her is now projecting onto her voice, who did carter think he was to come onto her like that?
-"nothing's wrong with me kitten. what's wrong is that you came here with the wrong man. come back to me kitten," carter sounded sincere for once in his life, his eyes pleading yet y/n didn't feel sorry for him. he chose to leave her, she threw herself at him and he still decided that she wasn't enough- for him anyways. she decided to play carter's little game the only way she knew how,
-"ok carter, i'll give you one more chance if you drop down to your knees and plead" carter took a second to process what she was asking for, she saw it in his eyes- yet he dropped down, hands together and ready to speak
-"ah ah ah, i didn't ask you to speak yet carter, never asked you to plead with words- plead with your mouth, your tongue daddy" she threw in the pet name to rile him up- there was fire in his eyes after she said that. good, he's reeled in, just enough to make it hurt.
carter smirked up at her, kissing up her smooth legs, dragging his teeth at the side of it. the sight made y/n wet her already drenched thong, she lifted up her dress a bit and carter groaned. never had she thought she'd miss him, yet there they were in the bathroom of a party that she came with someone else with.
carter got to her inner thigh and bit her, it made her yelp-
"you like that kitten? huh?" she merely nodded at his question. y/n sat down on the bathroom counter, opening her legs wider for carter.
-"i asked you a question kitten, do you like it? use your words" the authority in his voice made her shiver.
-"yes daddy, i do please keep going," she didn't know when carter had taken control back but after all this y/n knows that she'll come back on top.
carter lifted her dress up, seeing the wet patch on her thong. he took his teeth and dragged her thong down to her ankles, now he faced her glistening folds,
-"such a pretty pussy kitten, i've missed it" saying carter had missed a part of her body ignited something within her, not butterflies but anger- carter only saw her as someone to fuck and she should have seen it earlier, back when she fell hard for him.
-"i've missed you too daddy," y/n gritted her teeth through her lie, she needed to build him up just to tear him down, just like he did to her.
he put her legs on his shoulders, smelling her sweet scent- his warm wet tongue licking her up. the slow teasing pace made her impatient yet she knew that if she did anything too soon she wouldn't be able to get her revenge on him- so she waited.
-"tastes so good kitten, always does, i can eat you forever," all y/n could do was let out a moan, you better enjoy it carter baizen because this will be the last time.
as carter took her clit in his warm mouth, sucking on it, y/n felt her orgasm coming close,
-"daddy please i'm so close, pleasepleaseplease," she pleaded with him and carter shook his head, with her clit on his mouth which made the feeling come faster,
-"not yet kitten, you don't get to come until i say so," now that she was close to getting her reward she didn't care anymore.
as he put his tongue back on her, y/n trapped carter with her legs and grabbed his hair, grinding her hips to his tongue. she thought carter would have retaliated but he continued to move his tongue against her, even taking two of his fingers and thrusting it in her. the white bliss approached her as carter hit the spongy spot within her. y/n let go as he sucked her clit one last time.
-"damn kitten, i don't know whether to be upset or happy- you taking control was so damn hot," carter tried to come up from his knees to kiss her and y/n took her legs off his shoulders just to push him back down with her hands.
-"nuh uh carter, i didn't say you could get up," the teasing manner in her voice evident, she stooped down to kiss him fiercely which he accepted. she pulled back looking at his eyes before she took one hand off his shoulder to rise it up and then slap.
carter was surprised by the action and y/n smirked at him,
-"never fucking come near me again carter baizen. i don't ever wanna see you," she said it with the utmost sincerity.
carter chuckled,
-"you're just sayin' that cause i broke your heart kitten, come back to me, i'll love you," it was almost as if he was taunting her, and another slap.
-"i fucking mean it carter, i can find men that treat me better than you- for example, nate archibald. he does the right things, says the right things and treats me right- not once did you do any of those just to do it, there always had to be something in return. and the way you made me feel was insane, i felt insane when i was with you, when you were playing me but with nate it's almost as if i can feel peace itself." she looked carter in the eyes and stood up,
-"if you were a better man carter baizen i could have loved you for eternity." and with that she fixed her dress and left him kneeling in the bathroom.
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a/n: this was rushed but... carter doesn't get the girl bc he's an asshole!
shameless tags: @extremelyblackandwhite @turbolisedcomet @tharros-auris-black-asimi @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer @blackwood-bodecker-housewife
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jbucb · 10 months
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Fanfic request rules
Ask about a Fandom!
Characters I am partial to!
Joel, Sarah, Maria and Tommy Miller ,Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson!
(Includes:Jesse, Dina, Maria, Owen, Mel, Manny and more)
(Very happy to write non reader for this ,just characters as well)
Lee Bodecker, James(Bucky) Barnes, Mickey Henry, Frank, Carter Baizen, Nick Fowler, Jefferson Hatter.. scratch that... ANY SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTER
Billy hargrove... that's it just him
Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,Bruce banner
Capt. Syverson, Geralt of rivia (in game as well) ,Sherlock Holmes, August walker.
Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel,
I write for charactersXreader I'm not opposed to doing WLW&MLM, but I am most comfortable with MLW
Tropes I love
DBF BFD, Age-Gap, Professer, Dilf
Secret relationship, Fake Dating, Enemies to lovers
BBF, Single parent, friends to lovers,
roommates to lovers.
I do enjoy AUs Very much !! Especially
Modern, pre-war-post-war, Mafia, actor, doctor,
College, Socialite, Vetran, Lawyer ,Cop, and Rockstar, Farmer, Equestrian.
I will not write for!
DDLG, STEP-relationships, Explicit
INCEST, FORCED PREGNANCY, CNS
(not excluding but will not write in heavy detail)
SA OR COCSA
I will write smut but not often as I do not prefer to write it .
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strideofpride · 2 years
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hi I'm BACK and ready to do this game RIGHT this time get ready for inbox spam xoxo
My favorite fic of yours & My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours
right now it's goodbye stranger because your serena pov is so ASTUTE and thoughtful and you looked at s5e24 and just went ":) no :)" and I looooooove it and you are taking the hot mess canon dealt and turning it into something lovely not just for serena, but for all of the characters. I love how your fix-its never stop at just righting one wrong, you fix-it EVERYTHING and I appreciate it so much.
my favorite chapter so far is chapter 4, because your framing of the van der baizen dynamic is soooooo so so good and cracked something open about the characters and made me view their relationship in a way i'd never thought to before and it had me going "YEAH" also god tier cliff hanger moment <333
goodbye stranger
Thank you Liz!!!!! Like I’ve said in the comments numerous times, your and Leila’s support have been what’s motivating me to finish it, I can’t tell you how much your response has meant to me, and the fact that both of you said it was your favorite fic of mine???? Is very very flattering, this fic has basically been my baby all summer, and even though it’s not my most popular, I do think it’s maybe the best thing I’ve written, to toot my own horn for a second. So thank you!!
And as for the Van der Baizen, the whole “Carter is Serena’s Jess” thing is what cracked them open for me as well, and I never would’ve gotten there if it wasn’t for your love of Literati! So thank you! Glad you didn’t think the cliffhanger was too mean lol.
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geminijade · 10 months
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Hi there.
I wanted to ask if you can write a carter baizen x reader fanfic?
It can be romantic but naughty. A little bit exciting. Carter was always my favorite character in gossip girl. I am dealing with a big loss at the moment. I need something to cheer me up.
Thanks .
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strawboorybunny · 2 years
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Betrayed
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Pairing: Carter Bazien x Nerdy!Reader
Words: 1900+
Author’s note: Hey, guys! So, this is my first post. I had promised my lovely @cxddlyash a fic for her birthday! Let me know what you think! Enjoy and happy reading!
Warnings: Angst, fluff, an asshole and just Carter Bazien in general.
You took a drink of wine as you watched Carter from across the room. He gave you a wink and a smirk as the blonde he was flirting with took him to one of the back rooms of the club. You rolled your eyes before downing your wine.
You sat down at the bar waving to the bartender for another glass. You glanced behind you at the back rooms. You and Carter have been friends since you guys were kids. You have been there for each other until he started playing his games. You and Carter were very different. He was more into money and girls while you were more interested in reading and staying out of everyone’s games. But like the other girls, you fell hard for Carter Baizen.
You sighed before downing your second glass. The bartender gave you a glance as he cleaned a cup. You gave him a smile before placing money down. “This is for the wine and the drinks the guy I was with ordered.” He nodded and took the cash. You took out your phone and hovered over his name. You shook your head before putting your phone away and leaving.
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You sat on your couch reading a book. You groaned as you heard a knock on the door. You got up and looked through your spyglass. “Carter?” You whispered to yourself before opening the door. Carter looked at you before walking into your apartment.
“Where the hell did you go?” He asked while stepping into your apartment. You closed the door behind him and leaned up against it.
“I came home. You were…busy,” you mentioned and Carter chuckled, walking into your kitchen. You watched as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. 
He downed the alcohol before rubbing a hand down his face. “You could have told me.”
You scoffed. “Uh huh. So what? You could try to convince me to stay as you fuck another whore?!”
Carter then scoffed. “Is that all you think I do?”
“No Carter, I know that’s all you fucking do. And…and you expect me to go along with everything you do. I’m not like you Carter! I’m sick of watching your games!” You felt your anxiety rising. Carter walked towards you. 
He nodded as he licked his lips. “I see.” You watched him carefully. You moved away from the door and from him. You knew Carter was beyond pissed at you. He chuckled before pinning you against the wall. “Well at least I can get someone in the bedroom. I don’t think we need to be reminded about senior year now do we?” You began to tear up at the memory. You stayed against the wall as Carter left your apartment.
You looked at Carter from the passenger seat. “Are you sure about this?”
He gave you a reassuring smile. “Of course I am. You know I wouldn’t put you in any situation you were uncomfortable with.” You smiled slightly before looking at the mansion just down the road from the car. Carter got out and opened your door. You laughed as he held out his hand.
“What a gentleman.” You said as you took his hand. He laughed before leading you to the party. You felt uncomfortable as some of the girls glared at you for being with Carter. 
“I’m going to get us some drinks. You go wait outside for me. It’s not as loud out there.” He said to you over the music. You nodded before going outside. You shifted uncomfortably as a few guys checked you out. “Here we are.” You quietly thanked Carter as you took a drink.
Carter led you to a group sitting outside. “Ladies, gentlemen, this is y/n.” You waved awkwardly before sitting down next to Carter. You took sips of your drinks as Carter flirted with the girls. 
You glanced over at the guys. Some were participating in their own conversations. You blushed as one smirked your way. You looked behind you to see if anyone was behind you. He chuckled slightly before shuffling towards you. He introduced himself as Victor. Carter patted your thigh as you and the guy flirted back and forth. He whispered in your ear before getting up with you.
Carter glanced at you before motioning to the guy. You chuckled as you heard him say, “be careful with her.” Your smile faded when you noticed some of the other guys looking at you with devilish smirks. “Come on, babe.” Victor said before putting a hand on your back. He led you through the party and up the stairs. He pulled you against him as he began to kiss your neck. 
The people in the hallway moved out of your way as he pulled you into a room. You bounced as he pushed you on the bed. He kissed you heavily as he began to strip you of your clothes. With the alcohol running through your system, you failed to notice what was happening around you. You shifted uncomfortably as Victor began to go lower. He glanced at you as you began to push him away. “I-I don’t feel comfortable with this…”
Victor rolled his eyes as he sat up slightly. “Can you just shut up so I can fuck you and get this over with. I have more people on that fucking list to get to.” He said as he went back to kiss your neck. You fully pushed him off and began gathering your clothes.
“What list?”
He scoffed and went to grab his phone. Your eyes widened once you noticed it was recording. “A list of pathetic girls to fuck that we bet money on. I’m shocked you didn’t catch on being friends with Baizen.”
You shook your head as you wiped the tears away. Carter wouldn’t do that to you would he? Before Victor could say another word, you quickly left the room. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you pushed through the dancing bodies. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked home.
You wiped your tears away. “Fuck you, Baizen.”
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You laughed as you and your friends walked into the club. It had been a month since the interaction between you and Carter. “Alright ladies, I’ll be right back with drinks.” Sarah said before heading up to the bar.
You sat and chatted with the other girls until Sarah got back. “Y/n, I just want to warn you because I love you that Baizen is here.” You froze slightly before looking for him. You rolled your eyes as you saw him flirting with a blonde. You downed the shot Sarah brought back. The girls exchanged looks. Sarah smiled. “Yeah! That’s the spirit babe!” The others took their shots before Sarah asked for more.
After a couple more shots, you gained the confidence to go and confront your best friend. As you made your way, you heard a voice you haven’t heard since that night. “Come on Baizen. You still owe me for that night. I may not have fucked her but I still got her clothes off. That’s gotta count for something.” Victor said before taking a drink of his scotch. “She was the last person on that stupid list and it was your idea.” Your heart broke when you heard Victor say that. Tears clouded your vision as you turned to walk away. Carter was about to say something when he saw you walk away from them. His eyes widened slightly before going after you.
“Y/n!” Carter yelled over the music.
“You fucking asshole! That was one of the worst nights of my life and you were in on it! I can’t believe you would do something like that! That fucking hurts worst than getting humiliated.” Carter looked at the crowd gathering around them. He sighed before bringing you to a more private location.
“It was a harmless joke, y/n” He whispered as he tried to grab your hand. You scoffed before moving your hand away.
“A harmless joke? You’re the fucking joke Baizen. I want you to leave me alone.” You said before walking out of the club.
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You smiled as you took in the aroma of the café. Sarah waved at you as you approached the table. “Hi honey. I got you a hot chocolate.”
“Oh you’re the best.” You said as you sat down and took in the smell. She laughed before looking at the door as the bell rang. You gave her a confused look as her smile faded. “What?”
“Baizen just walked in.” You turned and locked eyes with Carter. He hesitated before walking over to you guys. Sarah rolled her eyes. “Bazien. What do you want?” She said with a fake smile. You gave her a look. She shrugged when she looked at you.
“I want to talk to y/n.” 
You grabbed Sarah’s hand before she could reply. “We can talk. You have a minute.” He nodded and motioned to an empty table. You gave Sarah a reassuring smile before following Carter.
“So, how have you been?”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “What do you want? You have a minute.” 
Carter sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I was younger back then and an idiot. I wasn’t really thinking-”
“Bullshit. Forty seconds. I don’t want your lies Carter. You only care about money.”
“I don’t only care about money. I care about you the most.”
You bitterly laughed. “If you actually cared about me, you wouldn’t have set me up. Twenty seconds.”
Carter groaned. “Why do you care so fucking much?” He said lowly to not make a scene.
“Because it hurts to be betrayed by someone you love. Time's up, goodbye Carter.” Carter stared at you as you got up.
“You love me?”
You nodded and walked away.
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Carter sat in his car staring at your apartment building. After your interaction in the café, he has done nothing but think about what you had said. Maybe that’s the reason why he felt so guilty when you left the party last night. Maybe he was just hoping it was something you could work past but it caused you pain and it was all his fault. He didn’t want to realize his feelings for you. He felt as if he would have been looked at differently if he was with someone like you but that was just high school talking. He fell in love with you and didn’t want to face it.
He gripped the steering wheel before hitting it in frustration. He then got out of his car before making his way up to you. He hesitated before knocking on your door. He smiled slightly when he heard the muffled, “I’m coming.”, before opening the door. You looked taken back when you saw him. “Carter-” Your sentence was interrupted by Carter grabbing your waist and pulling you into a kiss.
He pushed you into your apartment before he broke it. “Wha-”
“Don’t say anything. Just listen. Please.” He said before looking into your eyes. “I love you, y/n. I felt so guilty for what I did to you and I am so sorry. I was stupid and didn’t realize what the fuck I was doing. I just-I can’t lose you.” He said quietly. You smiled before pulling him into another kiss. 
You placed your hands on his face. “I love you, Carter Baizen. Now and forever.”
He smiled. “Be mine?”
“Always.”
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Taglist: @cxddlyash @jessalyn-jpeg @noisynightmarefest @shyartistmaddie​ 
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spookiekewchie · 2 years
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kiss it, kiss it better baby
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Characters: Carter Baizen x black!reader
Summary: Take it on back boy, take it back all night...
Word Count: 2.1k+
Warnings: general language warning, carter being an idiot and saying shit he doesn't mean, some groveling from carter, facesitting, if he dies he dies ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (jk jk), hair pulling, squirting
A/N: DAY EIGHT OF KINKTOBER goes out to the homie @olyvoyl for enabling this filth. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me.. The divider is by @firefly-graphics
DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.
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You already know who’s knocking at your door, cursing and frustrated because you’ve changed the locks and their key no longer works. Carter Baizen only has himself to blame, and you have half a mind to leave his ass standing outside your door looking like a sad puppy.
“Come on, baby girl. I know you’re in there.” You can hear him pleading from the other side, he sounds so needy and before you can think better of it your feet are padding across the floor to stand at the door. “Can we just talk about it, I know I fucked up. I know I shouldn’t have said what I said, you know you’re not just a tight set of holes to me.” Hearing him repeat what you’d overheard him telling his idiot trust fund prick friends just sets you off all over again and you quickly unlock the front door and yank it open with a glare on your face. Carter has the good sense to look guilty, especially when he can see by how red your eyes are that you were probably crying earlier.
“Then why the fuck did you say it?” You spit, tone venomous as you watch him carefully edge his way into your apartment. You know why he said it, trying to impress his stupid fucking friends and got his ass caught up in the bullshit and trying to fake the funk like he hasn’t fallen face first for you. He could have just said that when he was questioned about you and all the photos that have been circulating of the two of you together. Instead Carter had said that, making it seem like he’s still out here being a player and if that’s what he wants then you’re more than happy to let him go do just that. “Matter fact, why are you here Carter? I’m sure you got other hoes you can go fuck around with.” You snap, glaring as you slam your door shut and flip the lock.
Carter tries, really tries not to smile. He knows it’s not the time or the right move, you’re pissed at him and rightfully so. He’s been with you for more than a few months now and when he had the chance to claim you and dead any rumors that might be out there he got caught slacking. He knows you have every right to be going off on him, but the fact that you’re mad enough to go off on him at least means you’re talking to him. “Baby girl, you know I gave up all my hoes for you.” He says, half joking and half serious as he tries to get close enough to wrap you up in his arms. You dodge him like he has the plague and kiss your teeth with a roll of your eyes.
You don’t need him trying to distract you like that, not yet at least. It’s not easy though, he looks good just like he always does. Peacoat, dress shirt all buttoned up, expensive bespoke trousers and a pair of shoes that probably costs close to what your rent does. It also doesn’t help that he’s wearing the cologne that you picked out for him which means he smells absolutely delicious. Too bad you’re pissed off at him or you’d be letting him fuck you silly right about now.
“Nah see, because if you’re comfortable enough to say what you said about me to your friends, then how do I know you aren’t comfortable enough to have another bitch to run to?” Carter sighs at your question, shaking his head as he shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over the back of your sofa.
“Baby girl, please. Don’t do this, I know I fucked up. I knew it the second I said that shit, and I’d do anything to take it back.” He catches you by the waist before you can dodge him again, and the look you give him says very clearly that he better pick his words carefully. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you?” He’s giving you that damn puppy dog look that usually gets him whatever he wants, but tonight you’re gonna demand more if he wants you to even consider forgiving him.
You scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. It’s probably not the best time for it, but Carter can feel his cock growing stiffer with each passing second. It’s an unfortunate side effect of seeing you mad, he can’t help it if he finds you sexy when you're all attitude and fire. There’s just something about the way you purse your lips, and jut your hip out, even the roll of your neck when you’re saying shit to him that he knows should piss him off gets him going. Honestly he’s thinking of nothing more than bending you over the back of the sofa and fucking the attitude right out of you until you’re saying that you forgive him. He licks his lips at the thought, and the action draws your attention and inspires a few thoughts of your own.
“You wanna make it up to me? You can start by getting on your knees and begging me to give you another chance to correct your fuck up.” You reach up, carding your fingers through his thick hair and applying pressure to the crown of his head. He thinks you’re joking, but when its clear that you aren’t he’s quick to say fuck his pride and let’s you push him down onto his knees.
“I’m sorry, you’re the only woman I wanna be with. You know that baby girl, I said some stupid shit the other night and I didn’t mean a word of it. I mean yeah you got the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure and the privilege to experience, but that’s not the only reason why I’m with you.” His hands slide up your calves until they rest against the back of your thighs. God he loves your thighs, he loves being between them, and he just can’t resist nipping at the supple brown flesh of one of them. “Baby girl, tell me what you want me to do to make it up to you. Let me show you how sorry I am for making you doubt me.”
Damn, he sounds so fucking desperate and it goes straight to your pussy. It doesn’t help at all when he starts to nuzzle at your mound through your yoga pants. “Forgive me, baby girl...please? I’ll do anything, I’ll buy you whatever you want, take you wherever you want, just…” he groans against you, and you can feel the vibrations through your yoga pants. You smirk, a brow arching high as you watch him grovel and beg you to just tell him to fix his fuck up. “Just tell me what you want from me, baby girl.” He breathes out, inhaling your scent through your clothing. You aren’t wearing anything under the tight pants, and you know there’s probably a little dark spot that’s growing more and more the longer Carter nuzzles and nudges his nose against you the way he is.
“Lay on your back.” You tell him simply, and you can see the confusion but he does it regardless and folds his hands behind his head as he enjoys the view of you standing over him. You smirk, hands moving to the waistband of your yoga pants to peel them down your legs and toss them away. Carter is practically salivating at the mouth at the sight of you, and he groans when you drag a single finger through your slick folds. “I’m going to ride that pretty face, until I cum all in your mouth. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider what other ways I want you to make it right.” You tell him, dropping carefully to your knees over his face and teasing him for a moment by keeping yourself just out of reach before finally settling over his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time, his tongue dragging against you and pushing inside you as his hands come up to grip the juicy globes of your ass. You toss your braids over your shoulder, throwing your head back with a loud moan, your hips rocking against his sinful mouth.
He groans under you, letting you use him and caring very little about his own need to breathe when you’re so damn addictive. Carter will die in the pussy if he has to, at least he’ll go out after having the best damn last meal known to man. You’re vaguely aware of the human body’s need for oxygen though and as mad as you are you don’t want the idiot suffocating in your pussy. You lift off of him, smirking at the sound of discontent that leaves him when you do. “Don’t be a brat, Carter.” You tell him, lowering yourself against and hissing out a breath when you feel his lips sealing around your clit and sucking at the bundle of nerves. “Shit, that’s it. Show me how sorry you are for being an ass.” You gasp, suddenly feeling too hot in your oversized tee shirt. You pull it off clumsily, hands going to your breasts to tweak at your nipples to add to the pleasure you’re already feeling.
He laps at you, dragging his tongue flat against you and he takes a breath before he uses the grip he has on your ass to make you press down entirely on him. The moment you feel his tongue fucking into you you’re keening and calling his name, a hand dropping between your thighs to grab onto his hair and roll your hips against his mouth. His nose nudges against your clit with each move you make and you can feel your pleasure building to a boiling point. Carter’s tongue presses as deep as it can inside you, teases and swirls against your walls as he groans when you pull on his hair. You can feel the vibrations of it and it only pushes you closer to the edge.
“C-carter, that’s it…’m so close, don’t stop!” You cry out, and Carter has no intentions on stopping until he’s got you making a mess for him. He doesn’t even care that he’s starting to go a little red in the face, or that his lungs are starting to burn from the lack of oxygen. The only thing the insatiable man under you wants is to make you fall apart on his mouth. He doesn’t even complain when you begin to rock harder against his face, he knows that it means that you’re close and he just works harder and ignores the lightheadedness that’s starting to set in. You give another tug on his hair, and he hums against your sopping core, and you finally topple over the edge with a loud curse as you pull away from his mouth only to have him pull you back down greedy to have your juices fill his mouth as you cum with a gush.
Carter’s tongue drags over you again once he’s swallowed everything that he’s coaxed out of you, and you twitch away when his tongue flicks over your clit. “You still mad, baby girl?” He questions, sounding a little breathless but no less smug about how you’ve just fallen apart for him. You narrow your eyes, carefully sliding down his body until your hips are slotted over his. You’re still mad, just not as mad but there is something that will make you feel much better.
“Don’t move.” You order, reaching up to drag his coat closer to you so you can fish his phone out of the pocket. You reach for his hand, and he doesn’t bother trying to stop you from using his thumb to unlock it. He’s got an amused smile on his face as he watches you pull up his camera app, snap a picture of his wet face, mussed up hair, and sappy grin. You tap the screen a few times, grinning victoriously when you turn the screen around so he can see the picture of him that you’ve just posted to his Insta along with the caption “Bad boyfriends get rode hard, and put away wet.” And after that your @ just so there’s no confusion about who just soaked Carter’s pretty face.
“Promise I’ll be on my best behavior from now on, forgive me?” He settles his hands on your hips, slowly letting them inch higher as if he just can’t help but touch you.
“I might, but only after a few more orgasms.” You answer, smirking as you toss his phone onto the sofa.
“I’ll give you as many as you can handle, and then a few more, baby girl.”
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onsunnyside · 3 years
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bobgasm · 3 years
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it’s time for groundrules
pairing: carter baizen x reader word count: 8769 warnings: mentions of shitty ex
summary: in which they’re finally home
author’s note: ignore that i went mia for 7 months
it’s time | masterlist
       Driving through the city with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding tightly to Y/N’s, Carter felt conflicting emotions.  Navigating the streets towards the building Michaela lived in, where Y/N had been staying for the past few months, he understood that she needed some space.  That their time in the Hamptons was nice, but she wasn’t ready to jump into a relationship so full of emotion this soon after her divorce.
        They’d talked about it.  Of course they had.  He’d asked what her plans were when they got back into the city, and she’d told him that she needed to get back into a routine.  Having the time to herself was strange, but living with Michaela had given her a purpose.  A reason to get up early in the morning and have breakfast.  Have a little play with Connor, enjoy coffee with her sister, and decide what she was going to do for the day.  Some days they all hung out together.  Michaela needed to do grocery shopping, or had some other errands to run, and they made a day of it.  Other times she didn’t feel like doing much, and might venture out for a walk around the park, and afternoon coffee with Rachel if she was free.
        But that was her routine.  She wanted to take smaller steps once they got back to the city.  She wanted to have the time apart so they could actually think without breathing down each other’s necks.  Being back around Carter after rekindling what they’d lost all those years ago had been amazing.  She’d appreciated the chance to be able to talk about what went wrong, and have a couple weeks with him without their families or pressures from the world causing strain on their relationship.  She told him she needed time.  Wanted to take a few steps backwards and actually date each other before they moved in together.
        She wasn’t outright saying no to moving in with him, she was saying not yet.
        More than anything, he understood.  He wanted to wine her and dine her and prove to her that he was who she should be with.  He wasn’t going to stop showing his affection for her, and he assured her of that multiple times.  They both had baggage to deal with.  They were glad to be on the same page about needing some space, but he told her his doors were always open if she felt she deserved a night away with him.
        He knew he was lucky to be with her in any capacity.  He wanted her to know she had all the power, because everything he’d been told about how badly her marriage had failed and how she’d been treated didn’t bode well with him.  He was open with her about how, in recent years, he’d developed trust issues and an unhealthy work ethic, but that was only the tip of the iceberg.  They were both so desperate to regain control of their own lives, that they needed time apart to ensure things didn’t end catastrophically again.  Both needing to go back to their routines, but wanting to make the effort to see their relationship thrive.  And open communication was a huge factor in that.
        Carter wanted another day with her before he had to go back to work, but after Y/N had a bad panic attack in Paris that really worried him, she had wanted nothing more than to go home.  To go back to what was familiar.  And currently, her familiar was her routine with Michaela and Connor.
        He craved being that for her – familiar.  It had been a long time since either of them were each other’s first port of call when in some kind of crisis.  It was going to take some time to rebuild that trust, despite the intense feelings and proclamations of love.  They’d both been through hell and lived to tell the tale.  Now they just needed to make sure they stuck around long enough to see things through to better, happier times.
        After a late flight home from Paris, and a nearly sleepless night from Y/N, Carter was worried.  He’d caught a few hours sleep just before they’d landed, but he’d felt her playing with his hair the whole time.  He could tell her mind was working overtime, but each time he asked how she was she’d reply with a smile and a simple ‘I’m fine’ that he wished he believed.  So all he could do was worry, and hope that she’d tell him if there was anything he could do to help.  It just wasn’t easy knowing she was likely stewing over the past and there was nothing he could do to make things better for her.
        Y/N enjoyed the busy city mornings.  A little after 7 am, she knew Michaela and Connor would both be awake and eating breakfast and making plans for the day.  For today, her own plans consisted of curling up in bed with a movie and some wine, and lots of retail therapy. 
        As they drove through the streets of Manhattan, Y/N smiled out the window.  Strangers out making the most of their time before work, or making the long commute to where they needed to be.
        “There’s a little café about a block away called Moxy.  Do you want to stop there for breakfast?”  Y/N surprised herself by asking.  Turning to look at Carter with a small smile on her face.
        He gave her hand a squeeze.  “Love to, princess,” he assured her.  Appreciating that he’d get to spend more time with her before he had to drop her back home.
        He raised her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.  The car rolled to a stop in a park, the pair getting out and walking the rest of the distance.  Hand in hand, with smiles on their faces.
        For the time of day, the streets were busy, and the hustle and bustle of traffic wasn’t anything either of them weren’t used to.  But for both of them, actually being out and about at this time hadn’t been a likely occurrence since they were in high school.  Often meeting up for breakfast before their first class started, and arriving late with a full cup of coffee.  It was a nice change in routine.
        For Carter, he was only ever awake early so he could hit the gym before work.  Usually heading straight home, where Julian had prepared something for him to eat, having a shower, and then changing for work.  He was at work more than he was at home, but he knew he seriously needed to change his habits.  That was why he was going to try and make more of an effort to only be there from 9 am-5 pm, and only stay late once a week if needed.  Otherwise, his plan was to go home, do some cooking/baking, housework, or even socialise with some friends more frequently.
        Y/N woke early because Connor was usually crying for attention.  If he’d had a relatively fussy night, she liked to get up to comfort him.  She knew Michaela would be exhausted after getting up to him multiple times in the night, and while her sleep got interrupted, it was easy for her to fall back asleep.  Ignore the screaming.  So she was always happy to answer his screams at a more reasonable time.  And Connor appreciated the change too.  Enjoying morning snuggles with his aunt while she made coffee and prepared a bottle for him.  Lounging on the couch, both enjoying their respective drinks, and letting Michaela wake up in her own time.
        But neither Carter nor Y/N were ever out for breakfast so early.  Not by themselves, or with company.  Both enjoying the change in routine their morning took, because it gave them another hour or two before Carter dropped her back home and he had to figure out how to spend the day.
        They were seated with menus, and a quick rundown of the specials before taking their drink order.  A black coffee for Carter, and a green tea for Y/N.  Assuring them she’d be back soon with their drinks, giving them a minute to look over the menu before she came to take their order.
        “This is a cute little place.  How often do you come here?”  Carter asked.
        “I’ve never actually been here,” she replied.  “I’ve walked past it a bunch.  Never really felt like coming in until today.”
        He gave her a sweet smile.  Watching her read over the menu with innocent, child-like curiosity.
        “What made you want to come here today?”
        “I don’t do a lot of the things I want to do because I’m usually alone, or with Michaela and she tries to understand, but sometimes I know she doesn’t and we clash.  What we have is new, and I wanted to try something new together.  Is that okay?”
        He watched her face screw up after her last question, but he didn’t dwell on it.  Reaching for her hand over the table and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
        “We could make it a thing we do,” he offered.  “Come here once a week for breakfast, or try somewhere new each time, if that’s what you’d like?”
        “That sounds like a nice idea.”  She smiled.  “Wednesday mornings?  Something to break up the week, and then I’m yours for the weekend.”
        “Done,” he agreed without hesitation.  He knew making plans wasn’t an easy thing for her, so he welcomed the change in his own routine without further question.  He was more than happy to accommodate change, if it meant spending more time with Y/N and less at work.
        Y/N felt small under his gaze.  Unwavering – a proud glint to his eye, a smile spread wide on his face.  She averted her own gaze and paid attention to the menu, trying to ignore the feelings of unease.  Every now and then he’d say or do something that had her stomach in knots.  She knew he was proud of her making plans for them, she just wished he was less obvious about it.  
        Their drinks arrived, and their orders were taken.  Menus gathered, and suddenly Y/N felt a lot more exposed in front of Carter.  He brought his hand back to pick up his drink, taking a sip before adding half a packet of sugar and mixing it together.
        “What are you thinking about?”
        “Too much,” she replied dejectedly, hands lightly touching her mug.  Giving her something else to focus on.  “Sometimes, when you look at me, it’s too much.  Almost patronising.  I know you don’t mean it to be – you’re proud of me embracing change.  I’m proud of myself.  It just makes me feel weird.”
        “I’m sorry for making you feel like that,” he apologised sincerely, diverting his gaze.  “Thank you for telling me.”
        “That doesn’t mean stop looking at me entirely,” she teased.  “It’s just going to take some time for us to figure out what we are and aren’t comfortable with.  And that’s okay, Car.  We’re both different people now.”
        “I know,” he agreed, smiling shyly at her.  “Just promise we’ll keep talking like this, okay?  I’d rather you tell me I’m doing something you don’t like, or vice versa, than have us start resenting each other for things a conversation could clear up.”
        “I promise,” she assured him.
        “I promise, too.”
        Y/N enjoyed the quiet that washed over them.  Raising her tea to her lips and taking a sip.  Letting her eyes wander around the decor of the small café.  A warm, homey feel to the place that welcomed them.  Comfort that made her want nothing more than to have something to look forward to each week with Carter, until she was ready for more.
        “Can I ask you something?”
        Y/N’s heart thundered in her chest.  “Yeah.”
        “Have you seen Carrie recently?”
        Carter wrung his hands together in front of him on the table.  Head ducked, unable to meet her gaze.  He was ashamed by the question.  It had been almost two years since he’d last seen his sister.  His relationship with his family wasn’t like it used to be, but Y/N was the only person he felt comfortable asking about them.
        “I haven’t seen her, no,” she replied.  “But Mich talks about her often.  They have girls night every Thursday, and I look after Connor while Mich visits.  I feel like I cut everyone out of my life when I chose Jack.  I wouldn’t welcome me back with open arms, so I find it’s easier to stay away.  Even if Mich tells me Caroline wants to catch up, I just...I can’t bring myself to see her just yet.  To see any of them.”
        Carter nodded, more to himself.  He understood her reasoning.  His own was much alike.
        “It was hard enough running into you again,” she told him.  “There was so much unfinished business...unspoken words and apologies that needed to be said.”
        “The situation with them is–” he shook his head, fingers running over the stubble covering his jaw. “–it’s fucking harder than I want to admit, but I got myself into this mess.  I don’t even know how I’d go about seeing them again and apologising.  I’ve been thinking about it a lot more since you said I was being stubborn about it.  You’re right.  I am.”
        He paused to smile and thank the waitress as she placed their food in front of them.  Telling them to let her know if they needed anything else, but otherwise to enjoy their meals.
        “I think that seeing each other again is the kind of push we both needed to move on from the past.  To make amends with each other first, before reaching out to everyone else,” he said.  “When I’m ready to reach out to them, would you be there with me?”
        “Yeah,” she answered, eyebrows drawing together in concern.  “Yeah, Car, of course.  Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there.”
        The table between them was small enough so that she could reach over and lightly cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.  A smile offered between them that he reciprocated easily.  Placing his own hand over hers, pressing a kiss to her open palm.
        In the past, everyone had seen the way they behaved around each other.  The sweet touches, kind words, and stolen looks.  Now, neither shied away from their affections.  Not afraid to show their love any way they could, even if they’d drawn an audience of staff in the small café.  Everyone unable to figure out the dynamic between the two – their waitress telling them he’d been talking about something personal when she’d gone over, but refusing to reveal what.  That was their business.  But they had them all enamoured.
        He was the first to start eating, now needing his own distraction.
        “I heard you started your own magazine a few years back.  How’s that going?”
        “It turned out to be as good an idea as marrying Jack.”  Her response was cold and short, and Carter regretted mentioning it.  He watched her stab her pancake with a fork much harder than necessary.  “He said it was a man’s job to provide for his wife.  Once we got married, I only managed to release three issues before I was pushed out of my own damn company.”
        She took a deep breath and met his eyes.
        “That magazine was my baby, and he fucking broke it down to nothing and sold it.  It was the only thing I had with my name on it, that I was proud of, and he stole that from me.  And I just let him do the same thing to me as he did to my magazine.”
        “I–fucking hell, I’m so sorry.”
        She’d destroyed her pancakes with her anger.  Furiously cutting and stabbing.  Providing some kind of relief, but it wasn’t enough to stop the hot, angry tears from pooling in her eyes.
        “I’ve never told anyone that,” she confessed, using a napkin to blot away her tears from her face.  “I know the quality turned to shit.  I know my heart wasn’t in it.  After the first issue was released, he started sprouting all this bullshit about wives staying home, and the husband provides.  He was supportive at first, you know?  He encouraged me to do it.  And then after the wedding, when I started making solid plans to start it up, he started getting all...possessive and controlling.  He wanted to have a say in it, so he joined the board.  I only learnt recently that he was sleeping with a few of the women on the board, and blackmailed them into forcing me to step down as CEO.  Of my own fucking company.  That first issue – that’s the only thing I’m actually proud of despite all that shit.
        “The Paris house I wanted to sell was a place I found before I released the first issue.  I was so happy back then.  I didn’t realise what life was about to throw at me.  I didn’t know Jack knew about it.  I thought it was a sick joke the realtor was playing on me, but he knew about it, and the last thing that brought me happiness in that marriage was tarnished.  Nothing was ever truly mine.  Not even my thoughts.”
        He was shocked and his reaction showed it.  Mouth parted, unable to find any words to offer her comfort.  She laughed, but it wasn’t half-hearted.  He knew she was amused, and that only confused him more.  Watching her finally start eating the mess she’d made of her food.
        “What am I missing?  Why is that funny to you?”
        “If I don’t laugh about it, I’ll cry harder,” she told him.  “We’re in public, and I already look like a mess–”
        “You look beautiful,” he interrupted.  “You always look beautiful.  You don’t have to hide how you really feel.  Not around me.”
        “We have an audience, Car,” she pointed out.  “Or did you not notice the staff all stopping to look at us?”
        He turned to look in the direction of the staff, all bunched together and looking in their direction.  He sighed when they all immediately attempted to look busy.  Slowly looking back at Y/N as he leant back in his chair.
        “I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom,” she told him, biting her tongue to keep from asking his permission.  He nodded, clearing his throat before finishing the last of his coffee.  Staring up at the ceiling with a slow shake of his head once she’d disappeared from sight.  Blowing out a breath before going back to his breakfast.
        In the bathroom, Y/N washed her hands before pressing them to her face.  Soothing under her eyes and her cheeks.  Reaching for a paper towel from the dispenser to clean up a bit before rejoining Carter.  Offering him a smile but he saw through it.  Having already handled the bill, anticipating that she was finished being out in public.  The comments of her appearance not going unnoticed, nor the look of apprehension on her face as she sat back down.
        “Can we go?”  She asked quietly.
        He nodded, rising to his feet and offering her a hand.  “Let’s get you home.”
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        “I’m sorry I ruined breakfast,” Y/N apologised.  Carter helped her unload her bags from the trunk of his car.
        “You didn’t ruin breakfast,” he told her, taking her hand and pulling her against him.  Pressing a reassuring kiss to her forehead as her arms snaked around his waist.  “You didn’t ruin anything, okay?”
        She chose not to say anything.  Instead, pulling away.  A hand clasped tightly around his own, bringing him inside the building.  Not quite ready to say goodbye to him just yet.  Wanting a proper kiss and hug, without any wandering eyes.
        Michaela had been under the scrutinising public eye ever since she gave birth to Connor.  Everyone wanted a chance to post the first picture of him, but she wasn’t ready for the world to see him just yet.  Enjoying being his mother and watching him grow without the world becoming parenting experts.
       Y/N respected her decision to not post any pictures of Connor online, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a whole bunch saved to her camera roll.  She’d already shown Carter all of them three times over, and he’d politely asked questions, because he could see how much the little boy meant to her.  She was proud to be his aunt, and Carter was proud by association.  He knew, in time, that he’d get to meet the little fella, but that it’d take Michaela a while to warm up to him again.  So he didn’t hold out hope that the introduction would be anytime soon.
        They rode the elevator up with Y/N’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist.  His own wrapped comfortingly around her.  As the elevator dinged and the doors opened at the right floor, Carter pressed a kiss to her forehead before she took his hand again, leading him down the corridor towards Michaela’s apartment.  Stopping just shy of the door and smiling at each other.
        “It was really good seeing you again, Carter,” Y/N told him sincerely.
        “You too, princess.  I’m really glad we got out closure for that time in our lives, and that we’re trying to move on.  You mean the world to me, and I’ll be damned if I let you go without a fight again.”
        “I’ve fought with you enough for one lifetime,” she said with a breathy laugh.  “I love you, Carter.  I’m in love with you.  I’m ready to be happy.  With you.  For as long as you’ll have me.”
        “So...forever, then?”  He gave her a cheeky grin, both hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him.
        She didn’t argue with him, or make a move to push him away.  Smiling back at him, eyes sparkling with pure affection.  Hand coming up to cup his face and draw him closer so she could kiss him.  Both savouring the moment before pulling apart.  Continuing to smile sweetly at each other.
        “Can I make you dinner tonight?”  He asked her.  “You don’t have to come around to my place, but it’d give me peace of mind knowing you actually ate something decent today.”
        “Can you make Lydia’s lasagne?”  Her stomach lightly rumbled at the mere thought of it.  “And profiteroles?”
        His smile was comforting and familiar.  Full of love that she’d always thought was platonic, but now she knew better.  “I think I can manage that.  I’ll be back around seven.  Let me know if you need anything else.  And try to get some rest, okay?”
        “I will.  Thank you, Carter.  I’ll see you later.”
        With one final kiss, he was off.  Leaving her to face Michaela alone, because from the few calls she’d had with her sister, she hadn’t seemed all too thrilled that Carter was back in Y/N’s life.  She’d need some time to come around to the idea of him again, because she’d seen his downfall.  She’d heard everything from Caroline – the things Carrie knew, anyway.  She wasn’t going to forgive him so easily, especially after how both of their lives had gone to shit in the past.  She didn’t want that to happen again.
        When Y/N finally entered the apartment, Michaela was in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee.
        “He didn’t want to come in and say hi?”
        Y/N ignored the jab.  Leaving her bags in the doorway to give her sister a hug, staying in the embrace until it started to get awkward.  Michaela sighed – she’d said the wrong thing.
        “Everything okay?  I wasn’t expecting you home until tomorrow.”  Her voice was a lot softer this time.  Walking on eggshells as she wasn’t sure what had happened, but didn’t want Y/N to have a panic attack.
        “He bought the Paris house I was telling you about,” Y/N replied.  “I didn’t handle it and asked Carter to bring me home.”
        “Carter bought it?”
        “No,” she answered, pulling away and wiping at her eyes.  “I haven’t slept in two days, Mich.  I just wanna go to bed.”
        “Shower first.  You’ll thank me for it later, I promise,” Michaela said.  “I’ll sort your bags out.  You can tell me about it later if you want to talk, okay?”
        “Thanks, Mich.”
        As hard as she tried to treat her sister normally, Michaela struggled.  With their communication over the last couple of weeks, Y/N had been in a much better headspace.  Michaela chalked that down to Y/N and Carter finally talking about the bullshit that happened between them in the past.  And for the most part she was right.  Y/N had told her about the conversations they’d had, and assured her that she wasn’t rushing into anything.  She was cautious with her heart, and Carter respected her need for control over her own life.  Which was why she was now back at Michaela’s place – Y/N’s home, – instead of taking Carter’s offer to stay with him.
        But Michaela didn’t know about that offer.  She didn’t know about a lot of things, and as open with her sister as she was, Y/N still wanted her privacy.  She needed parts of her life to be her own again, but she didn’t know how to broach the subject with Michaela without coming across as standoffish.
        Right now, that was the least of her problems.
        Y/N showered quickly, and she was grateful Michaela made her shower first.  She didn’t realise how gross she felt after the flight home from Paris.  Changing into a fresh pair of pyjamas before taking Connor from Michaela so she could have a cuddle.  Crawling into bed and letting Connor snuggle as close as he wanted.
        “Did you know there was a plan to set us up?”
        “Carrie mentioned our mom’s were scheming with Rachel,” Michaela confessed.  “No one thought he was actually going to be there.”
        “I would’ve rather you told me straight up,” she told her.  “So I wasn’t completely blindsided when he showed up, or felt like I’d done something to Lydia since I couldn’t stay at the Baizen house.”
        “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth,” she replied.  “I didn’t want the knowledge of him possibly being there to sway your decision.  A part of me wanted you to get closure, but I wanted you to want that too.  They wanted to let you use the house, but I told them that was a bad idea if he was there.  I didn’t want you to freak or feel ambushed.  And I know it was weird, but I suggested the VDW house.”
        “It was really weird being there.  I even asked him if he came over because he thought Serena was there.”  She shook her head in disbelief.
        “Why did he say he went over?”
        “Are you asking because you care, or because you want more of a reason to doubt him?”  Y/N asked.  “Because I don’t have the mental capacity to argue with you right now, Mich.”
        “I love you, and I trust you, but I don’t trust him.  I’m not asking for an argument, I just want you to know that I’m also looking out for you.”  She held out her arms for Connor, and Y/N let her take him.  “You can invite him around.  This is your home too.  Just let me know when you plan on having him over.”
        “He’s bringing me dinner tonight.  Around seven,” Y/N told her.  “He’s making Lydia’s lasagne and profiteroles.”
        “Are you trying to bribe me with profiteroles?  I know you don’t like them.”
        “Is it working?”
        “Verdict’s still out.  They have to pass the taste test.”  Michaela turned her attention briefly to Connor who wiggled in her arms.  “We’ll talk when you wake up.  Get some rest.  You look like hell.”
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        Carter knew his apartment wasn’t a home.  It was kept pristine by his maid, and looked like it was straight out of the showroom.  Designed by a famous interior designer who knew what looked good, but they didn’t know what he liked, leaving him feeling out of place in his own home.
        More often than not, he spent his nights on the couch in his office.  Burying himself in his work to avoid any temptations that could cause him to fall back into old habits.  Keeping busy with new investment opportunities and expanding the company’s reach typically meant he lived and breathed all things business.  His assistant, Rachel, knew it wasn’t healthy.  It was part of the reason she’d forced him to take a holiday and disconnect for a bit.
        It had been a struggle for him at first.  Trying to figure out how to spend his time, considering that Rachel refused to answer his calls, and would text him periodically to remind him the company wasn’t falling down without him.  Exercising was an easy outlet.  Morning jogs along the beach, or an afternoon session lifting weights.  Even making meals had become something of a relaxing time.
        Now he just needed to figure out how to incorporate those things around his work schedule, which he knew he needed to reevaluate.  There was no way he could manage work and life if he kept going the way he had been.  Especially with Y/N back in his life.  He needed to find a happy medium, and strict 9-5 work days were a start.
        He swung by the market on his way home to pick up some groceries.  Getting things specific for the meal he planned to cook for Y/N, but also to meal prep for the week.  Unsure of how else to spend his day, cooking was an easy option.
        His apartment felt cold.  No one had been there in almost a month, so he opened up the doors to the balcony to get some fresh air, and lit a couple of candles around the place.  Going about his business of unpacking before getting busy in the kitchen.  Playing some music, and attempting to make his apartment feel like it had some life to it for once.
        It was after midday when Rachel stopped by, coffee in hand and a disapproving look on her face.
        “Why didn’t you tell me you were back already?”
        “I’m great, thanks for asking, how are you?”  Carter replied, turning to grab the oven mitts so he could pull the tray of muffins from the oven.
        “When did you get back?”  Rachel ignored him, making herself comfortable on one of the stools at the counter.
        “Early,” he replied, placing the tray on the cooling rack.
        “No mystery lady hiding around here?”  She pried.
        “Why would there be?”
        “I assumed that after the show the two of you put on in Newport, and then all the Instagram posts in Paris that you might at least bring her back here,” she replied honestly.  “Can I have a muffin?  What’s the occasion?”
        She helped herself, not bothering to wait for his answer.  Even if it was a no, that wouldn’t have stopped her.  Instead, he chose to steal her coffee and take a large sip, turning his nose up in disgust.
        “If I’d known you were home I would’ve got you one,” she prompted.  “You know I take mine with sugar.”
        “You’re a disgrace,” he told her.  “I’m making salmon for lunch.  Are you staying?”
        “You’re offering to cook.  For me.  Who are you and what have you done with the real Carter Baizen?”
        Carter ignored her playful jabs as he took the plate of salmon out of the fridge and set a pan on the stove.  “You’re the one who forced me to take a break.  It’s done me some good, so thank you.”
        “Tell me about this woman you met.  You took her to Paris.  Was that you just showing off, or are things more serious than a fling?”
        Carter didn’t want to talk about Y/N while she wasn’t there, but they’d made a plan to frustrate Rachel for her attempts to set them up.  Neither ready to admit that they were grateful for her meddling in their lives, because they needed time to figure things out.  Relearn each other, and accept new changes in their lives and relationships.  Both knew she’d ask him for details, but Y/N hadn’t specified what was and wasn’t okay to tell her.  So he wanted to keep things as vague as possible until he had a chance to ask for clarity.
        “She had some business to take care of, if we’re being completely honest,” he revealed, moving around the kitchen to season the salmon.  Putting some oil in the pan so he could sear the fish.  
        It was a half truth.  His suggestion to leave, and socialise somewhere they both wanted to be, rather than had been forced into.  But she did have business to take care of.  A house to relist on the property market, which she wanted to do in person, that had resulted in a breakdown and them coming home early.
        She peeled the paper from her muffin and broke a piece off.  “Uh huh.  And does this mystery woman have a name?”
        “Do you want quinoa or salad?”
        “Salad.  So what is it?”
        “Hm?”
        “Her name,” she prompted.  “I can’t keep calling her the chick with the great ass in my head.”
        “We’re taking it slow, Rachel,” he replied, dicing some tomatoes once the fish was in the pan.  “But I’m crazy about her.  When there’s more to tell you, I will.”
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        It had been a long time since Michaela had seen her sister genuinely happy, and she honestly was happy for her, but there was also a part of her that had her reservations.  She knew Y/N had been through a lot, and seeing her sister so broken during the divorce proceedings, – and even up until recently, – had her worried.  She worried that she was rushing into things with Carter because he was familiar and looked at her for longer than ten seconds at a time.  Worried that she was settling for the first man to treat her better than her ex-husband, and that because of their history, her feelings for Carter were clouding her judgement.
        She wanted to play devil’s advocate, just until she was sure that Carter was going to stick around and prove himself.  Because Y/N deserved the best, especially after their rocky history and her horror relationship with Jack.
        When Y/N woke up just before 2pm, Michaela was glad to see her all smiling and happy.  She looked well rested, which said a lot – Y/N hadn’t been able to get much sleep before she went away, but now she looked refreshed.  She looked healthy.  And Michaela knew she couldn’t always be the bad guy when the time away, and rekindling a relationship with Carter, had brought peace to her older sister.  That was all she wanted, but she was cautious.  She didn’t want history to repeat itself and for them to go another eight years without talking to each other.
        “Hey, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to wake you up or not,” Michaela greeted, sitting cross-legged on the ground with Connor having some tummy time.
        “I set an alarm so I didn’t oversleep,” Y/N replied.  “Coffee?”
        “Please,” she responded, handing Connor another toy before she got up and leant against the counter.  Half keeping an eye on Connor, half paying attention to her sister in the kitchen.  Coffee was one of the few things she couldn’t fuck up, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.  “How’d you sleep?  You look good.”
        “Thank you.  I feel good,” she said with a smile.  “You can ask.”
        “Why did he say he went to the VDW house?”
        “He was being a concerned neighbour.  She introduced someone to him that he said ruined his life.  I told him he didn’t need to talk about it to stave off a panic attack that was brewing, but he had no reason to lie to me.”
        “I believe you,” Michaela assured her.  “I believe him, and I know you weren’t expecting me to say that.  I want you to love and be loved, but I don’t want you to go through another heartbreak again.  I want you to be careful.”
        “We’re planning on taking it slow.  What we had going in the Hamptons and Paris was nice.  It was like playing catch up on lost time.  But I told him I wanted to date him once we got back home.  Take a few steps back, you know?”
        “I do,” she agreed.  “That’s smart.”
        “He understands and respects that I need a bit of control and stability at the moment, and he’s adamant that I take all the time I need.  We’ve made plans to meet for coffee before he goes to work on Wednesday mornings, and I’m looking forward to it.”
        Michaela smiled as her sister moved around the kitchen, dressed in a loose-flowing sundress and a pep in her step, she was excited for her to finally be finding herself again.  With their coffees, they moved back into the lounge where they could both watch Connor play.
        “Is it okay if he comes around every now and then?”  Y/N asked.
        “This is as much your apartment as it is mine,” Michaela replied.  “I don’t particularly want him staying over, but he’s more than welcome here.  Just let me know if you plan on having him around.”
        “Okay,” she agreed easily.
        “Will you be going around to his place often?  I heard from Carrie a while back that he bought this douchebag penthouse,” she said.
        “What do you mean ‘douchebag penthouse?’”
        “Just that it cost something like 18 million,” she dismissed.  “Speaking of Carrie, she’s having a few people around on Thursday night.  I know she’d love it if you came around with me.”
        “I feel like I need a bit more time before I see them all again.  Will you send her my love?”
        Michaela understood her hesitation and gave a nod.  “Of course.  So tell me about the plan to piss Rachel off.”
        Y/N laughed and bent down to grab a toy that Connor had previously discarded.  Shaking it to get his attention, trying to get him to crawl towards her.
        “You figured that out, huh?”
        “Of course I did.  Once you called me and told me how you’d bumped into Carter, and then all the cryptic and vague Instagram posts you both proceeded to post, I managed to add it all up.  I think it’s great.  Both of you being in the Hamptons at the same time, and then resurfacing in Paris and both posting something at the same time from two different but close locations?  Genius.”
        “I didn’t like that my life was being meddled with.  Camille called while we were on our way to Newport and I figured out what they’d done so I threw my phone overboard.”
        “You–”  Michaela was cut off by her own laugh, and Connor joined in after hearing his mother’s amusement.  “That’s fucking gold.  And explains why she couldn’t call you for the next week.”
        “I wasn’t in a hurry to replace my phone.  When I did I sent her a text that said I was enjoying my vacation but needed to disconnect from life for a bit so I turned my phone off.  Not a complete lie.  My phone was off most of the time.  I just feel so light, Mich.  I didn’t realise how emotionally fucked I was after the divorce, and I know Carter followed along with it and that Rachel told him shit, but he didn’t look at me like I was broken, or take pity on me.  He got mad when I got mad, he held me when I cried and got me through the panic attacks.  Despite all the baggage we both have, it felt like coming home.  I feel like I’m home, Mich.”
        “You are home,” Michaela agreed.  “You both are.”
        “Soon,” Y/N promised.  “We both will be home soon.  I think Carter’s situation is a lot more complicated than he’s letting on, and he just needs some time before he opens up about it.  He misses them, I know he does, but I don’t want to push the subject until he’s ready to talk about it.  I don’t want him to shut me out.”
        Michaela nodded solemnly, watching Connor pawing at Y/N’s leg.  A sign he wanted to be picked up, something that she happily obliged.
        “Don’t let him keep you in the dark forever, okay?”
        Y/N didn’t want to argue.  Michaela’s tone was weighted with unspoken history.  She’d been around for the fallout, at Christmasses and Birthdays.  She’d been privy to arguments that she should never have heard.  Carter had a past everyone had sheltered Y/N from.  A past that Jack’s refusal to let her speak to her family had kept her from, and for once Michaela was glad.
        It was Carter’s past, and she should hear the full story from him.  She just didn’t want her sister to be played for a fool the longer anyone kept this from her.
        “I trust that he’ll talk to me when he’s ready,” Y/N said with finality.  Michaela left it at that, finishing the last of her coffee while Y/N made Connor laugh.  A smile on her face that no longer reached her eyes.  It was hard to get rid of the unease that sat uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach, like a constant reminder that he was hiding something from her.
        Carter wasn’t like Jack.  She knew that, but doubt was an awful feeling to shake.
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        Carter greeted Y/N with a kiss.  Long and slow, enjoying the moment.  He’d missed her today, God, had he missed her.  Having grown used to spending all day together, or just having her near again, it was going to take some time to adjust to their new routine.
        As he pulled away, she drew him back for another kiss.  A smile on both their faces as she pressed a hand to the centre of his chest, the other splayed over his cheek and jaw.
        “Hi,” she greeted breathily.  “I missed you.”
        “It’s been ten hours.”
        “Longest time we’ve been apart,” she countered.  “Second only to the eight year fight we had.”
        Carter playfully rolled his eyes, letting her take one of the dishes from his hands.  Kicking off his shoes at her request and closing the door before stepping further into the apartment.  He could tell it was very much Michaela’s apartment, with Y/N’s touch here and there.  Baby clothes neatly folded on the ottoman in the living room, a chest of toys beneath the television hung on the wall.  Pictures of Connor hung up, some with Mich, some both Mich and Y/N, and others of all the Rosenfeld’s.
        “Rachel asked about you today,” Carter mentioned, joining Y/N in the kitchen where she was making room in the fridge for the freezer for the profiteroles.  “Not you exactly, but my Newport/Paris girl.”
        “Michaela said she calls me the girl with the great ass,” Y/N said, a laugh bubbling past her lips.
        “She does, and she’s not wrong,” he told her, turning the oven on to the correct setting to finish cooking the lasagne.  It basically needed to be heated through once again, and the cheese on top melted, but otherwise was ready.  He simply hated using a microwave if he didn’t need to.  “Let herself into my apartment and was shocked to find me there, so I made her lunch.”
        “What else did she ask?”
        “She asked what your name was and where you were, and if you were just a fling,” he replied, taking the foil off the lasagne so he could pop the tray inside.  Closing the oven door.  “Bin?”
        “Under the sink.”  She opened the cupboard for him.  “Just typical prying then?”
        “Mhm,” he answered, throwing the foil ball into the bin.  “Should only take another 20 minutes.”         “You want a drink of anything?”
        “I’m alright at the moment, princess,” he assured her, reaching for her hand so he could pull her in for a hug.  A hug she welcomed warmly.  “How was your day?”
        “Good.  I got some sleep, Mich told me about the plan to set us up.  I was a little bit annoyed, but I got over myself.  I’m glad they meddled, but I still want Rach to suffer a bit.”
        He laughed softly.  “She was stewing that I wasn’t telling her anything.  Even gave me shit for cooking her lunch and actually using my kitchen for once.  Then she stole some banana muffins,” he filled her in, giving her forehead a kiss before she pulled away.
        “I know.  She came to see Mich afterwards and they’re in our pantry,” Y/N responded.  “They’re delicious, by the way.”
        “Does she know you’re home yet?”
        “Nah, I haven’t posted on Instagram that I’m leaving Paris yet.  I’ll do that tomorrow,” she told him.  “C’mon, I’ll give you a tour and show you all of my favourite spots to cry.”
        He gave her a pointed look and she laughed.
        “I’m kidding...mostly.”  She slipped her hand into his and started to lead them through the apartment.  Letting him know where the bathroom was before eventually showing him her bedroom.
        She’d already unpacked her bags, and had even washed her bedding.  Making her feel productive.  Michaela had entertained Rachel for almost an hour, and in that time, Y/N had remade her bed and done some online shopping.  Feeling relaxed after spending a small fortune, and excited for her clothing to be delivered over the next few days.
        Carter felt at home in her bedroom.  The familiar scent of her longtime favourite perfume hung in the air, and the faint aroma of whatever candle she had lit recently.  The soft greys, and pale pinks and lavender of her bedding blending in with the decor that screamed “Y/N Rosenfeld.”  It reminded him of his first apartment, that she had decorated for him, and struck a chord within him.
        His new place didn’t feel like home.  Y/N would have a field day redesigning everything and making it feel more homey, and he couldn’t wait for that to happen.  He just didn’t want to ask her – he wanted her to feel comfortable enough to do that herself.
        He flopped down on her bed, immediately embraced by the thick, plush comforter and abundance of pillows.  She watched him get comfy with a smile, perching herself at the end of the bed while he closed his eyes and hummed in appreciation.
        “You always picked the softest beds,” he mumbled lightly.  “Lie down with me.”
        She did as he asked, tucking herself in beside him.  Stealing a kiss when he turned his head and relaxing into him.
        “Mich should be home soon,” Y/N said, breaking away softly.  “Thank you for bringing profiteroles.  She won’t admit it, but they’re giving you brownie points.”
        Carter laughed.  “I guess I need all the help I can get to be in her good books, huh?”
        “A lot happened in the past, Car,” Y/N replied.  “Nobody saw how bad it got for me, but they saw how bad it got for you.”
        There was a lot more Y/N wanted to say, and Carter knew it.  But she held back.
        He took a deep breath.  “She thinks I’m going to hurt you again.”
        “Someone needs to play devil’s advocate here,” Y/N pointed out.  “Rather Mich than our overbearing mother’s, don’t you agree?”
        “Yeah,” he admitted.  “They wouldn’t be looking at our pasts, they’d be pushing for our future, and grandkids, and everything else.”
        “She’s on our side,” Y/N assured him.  “She just doesn’t want either of us to hurt each other, or get hurt again.  And I think we need someone doing that for us.”
        “You’re right,” he agreed.  “But it comes with strings, doesn’t it?  She’s given us ground rules.”
        “I just have to let her know if you’re coming over, or if I’m going out and staying with you overnight, or if my plans change.  And you’re not allowed to stay the night.  She said it’s because she doesn’t want us fucking with her kid in the next room.”
        “That’s reasonable enough,” he said with a soft laugh.  “Quit pouting, it’ll be fine, princess.”
        “We never had these rules as teenagers.  It’s weird we have them now, and we’re nearing 30.”
        “Maybe if we had rules we wouldn’t have fucked up the way we did,” he mused as her eyebrows furrowed with his words.  “It’s actually forcing us to take a step back.  I know that’s what we planned to do anyway, but at least now we have someone who’ll hold us to that.  I knew it would take Mich a while to accept me being back in your life again.  This gives me time to prove that I’ve changed, and that I can make you happy.  I love you.  Give me time to show you how much.”
        “You have all my time, Carter Baizen,” she promised him.  Lips seeking his own for a brief, passionate moment.  “I love you.”  Y/N pulled back as she heard Connor shrieking, grabbing Carter’s hand and pulling him up.  “Come meet my nephew.”
        By the time they reached the kitchen, Michaela was inside with Connor and the shrieking was louder.
        “He’s overtired,” Michaela told Y/N as her sister took him from her arms.  “I’m going to heat up a bottle for him.”
        “C’mon, little man, we have company,” Y/N told him, cradling him to her chest and rubbing his back soothingly.  “I told him good things about you.  You’re making me look bad.”
        Carter grinned as he watched Y/N soothe the screaming baby in her arms.  She attempted to get him to look at Carter, who watched on fondly.  Connor’s bottom lip trembling and eyes watery as his gaze locked on Carter, his screaming pausing for a moment.  A small hand reaching out for him and making a grabby emotion before the screaming started again.
        “He wants you,” Y/N said, stepping towards Carter.  She had a smile on her face as she handed Connor towards him.  Carter looked wary as he took Connor from her.
        “Your mom’s making your bottle, bud, it’s alright,” Carter told him, naturally holding Connor so he was comfortable.  Cradled against his chest, rubbing circles on his back.  “That’s it.  Take it easy, bud.  There y’go.”
        “He’s been screaming for about an hour,” Michaela said, Connor’s wailing finally subsiding.  “At least that’s how long it felt.”
        “Poor little guy,” Y/N said sympathetically.  “It’s a late night for him.”
        “He had a late afternoon nap.  He was busy playing with Rachel earlier, and Finulla’s just wound him up.  He’s exhausted now,” she replied.
        Y/N led Carter into the lounge, making him take the rocking chair.  Connor had settled, but was waiting for his bottle.  She was hoping Michaela would see how comfortable Connor was and offer Carter to feed him.  She joined everyone in the living room, a heavy sigh falling from her lips as she realised Connor wasn’t with Y/N.
        “There’s profiteroles in the freezer,” she reminded her sister with a grin.  Michaela pursed her lips together before offering the bottle to Carter.
        “He likes to hold the bottle himself,” she told him, joining her sister once Carter had grabbed the bottle.  Everyone watching Connor take the bottle from Carter and start drinking, content to be in the older male’s arms.  “I was really hoping he wouldn’t like you.”
        Carter chuckled softly before looking up at Michaela.  “Thought it would take more than profiteroles to get a cuddle from the little guy.”
        “I can’t believe I have all my favourite people in the same room and there’s no arguing,” Y/N mused.
        “Give it a minute,” Michaela told her.
        “Let me have this,” she pleaded.  Michaela wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rested her head on her shoulder.
        “You’re right, I’m sorry,” Michaela  apologised.  “Take a picture of your boys.”
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Exception | Carter Baizen x Reader (Part 9) - FINALE
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Summary: What goes around comes around. 
Word Count: 3700+
Pairing: CEO!Carter Baizen x Lawyer!Reader, Carter Eleanor Lydia Baizen x OMC Christian Shepherd
Warnings: Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Mentions of alcohol and prostitutes
A/N: This is my entry for @baezen‘s writing challenge. Shout out to @franksufferbuddy @propertyofpoeandbucky and @tinymalscoffee​ for being the reason why I even finished this fic. They were all so motivating! <3 But this is it, folks! It’s over! I finished another fic. 
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To say that the summer of 2020 had been a whirlwind would be an understatement. From your father’s sudden hospitalization that prompted your return to the Upper East Side, to your reunion with Carter Baizen and his unfortunate accident that led to your daughter’s arrival in New York City, to your rushed wedding… things had happened so fast that they seemed too good to be true. 
A perfectly happy ending that you did not think you deserved until you were reminded that not everyone was perfect. Your parents weren’t perfect in the way they had raised you, Gregory and Lydia weren’t perfect in the way that they had raised Carter, and you and Carter weren’t any different. The two of you had never been perfect. But you had made your worst mistakes, learned your hardest lessons and now you would move forward with your lives and try to be the best parents you could possibly be to your daughter. 
“Alright, she said she needs a few more minutes to get ready.” Annalise announced as she exited your daughter’s bedroom and jogged down the stairs. “How are you two feeling?”
As you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your arms crossed against your chest, you shook your head. “Annalise, I’m fine… I’ve seen her in school uniform before.” You reminded her with a sigh, turning over to look at your husband who looked as though he was holding back his tears even before your daughter had even walked out wearing her new uniform. 
“But you haven’t seen her in Constance uniform.” 
“I’m starting to think that the three of you are making way too big a deal about this.” You shook your head. “Constance is not a big deal, you know? She got in because she had good grades, there was no surprise there. She’s going there because she earned her place there and we’re not treating her any differently because she got in.” After all, humility was the one thing you wanted to teach your daughter even before she had arrived in the Upper East Side. “It’s just a plaid skirt and a white button-up blouse, for crying out loud.” 
“Our daughter going off to Constance is a big deal, Y/N.” Carter pointed out as he rested his head against your shoulder. “It’s not about the uniform. It’s about the legacy. You went to Constance, my sister went to Constance, our parents and grandparents went to Constance. It’s about the legacy that Carter’s about to uphold. You know how this works. Going to Constance means that she’s now officially a part of the Upper East Side and… she’s inevitably a part of our legacy here.”  
You nudged him away before rolling your eyes. “Come on, Carter. We’ve been saying that all summer. Yes, she is our legacy but… she doesn’t have to feel the pressures of it. That kind of pressure at that age doesn’t do anyone any good and you and I know better than anyone else… what the kind of pressure does to you when you’re young..” 
“Are you saying that you don’t want her going to Constance then?” He asked as he looked over at you, biting down on his bottom lip as he realized that you must have had your own anxieties when it came to letting your daughter run loose in the Upper East Side. As any mother should, especially when you had been through what you had been through when you had been a teenager yourself. Raising a teenage daughter in this hell hole was not going to be a walk in the park. “Y/N, talk to me…” 
“Carter, you know that’s not what I mean…” You shook your head before wrapping your arms around him. “I have no problem with her going to Constance. It’s just that… her world is about to change so drastically once she starts school here. The rich kids in London are not the same as the rich kids in New York, you know? I don’t want her to go into a culture shock when she realizes how wild the kids at Constance and St. Jude’s really are. I know how she is and I trust her. But I can’t say the same about the kids who… weren’t raised the same way I raised her. You know, I’ve done a lot of stupid shit because of peer pressure and I don’t want that for her.” 
Pulling you into a tight hug, he nodded understandingly. “Hey… I know what you mean. You worry about her because you’re a good mother. But she’s just a kid, Y/N. She is going to be exposed to the things that we were exposed to when we were kids. She’s going to make mistakes and we’re going to let her figure out the kind of person she wants to be. But you need to understand that she’s not going to make the same mistakes we made, because we’re here for her. We’re going to be here for her for as long as she needs us to. You raised her well, Y/N. Perhaps you should trust your good parenting like I do.” 
You chuckled softly at his last words before you pulled back from his embrace. “I never would have thought that Carter Baizen would be such a good father. But you seem to be doing much better at this parenting game than I am…” You admitted, leaning over to peck his lips. “I’m glad you’re a part of her life, Carter. She needed her father.” 
“Getting to be a dad was the best thing that happened to me, Y/N.” He admitted. “Us being a family, living right here in the Upper East Side of Manhattan where we grew up, our daughter going off to Constance… all of this feels right, like this is where we’ve always belonged, no matter how far we run away. This is home, this is us… and this was always how it was supposed to be.” 
You could not help but agree with that. This was always how things were supposed to be. You and Carter are married, your family businesses merged and your children attending Constance and St. Jude’s. “Think you can give her a ride to school on your way to the office?” You asked your husband, smiling in contentment. 
Carter nodded. “I can do that.” He replied, raising his eyebrow at you. “Why, babe? Are you not coming into the office today?” 
You shook your head. “I have to tie up some loose ends with the firm back in London.” You replied, shrugging. “I’ve still got a bit of lawyering to do for the day.” 
“Lawyering… right.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh and before I forget, you still owe me a date, remember?” 
You raised your eyebrow at his words. “Do I? I mean, forgive me for going against our deal, Mr. Baizen. But if I remember correctly, you clearly said to me that me going on a date with you would mean that you would back out from the offer to merge our companies. Now that the merger’s well under way, I guess that pretty much means that I no longer owe you a date, right?”
He shook his head at your words before laughing softly. “You really are a good lawyer, aren’t you?”
“I can’t believe it took you this long to realize that.” 
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As Carter Eleanor Lydia Baizen stood in front of the floor length mirror in her walk-in closet, she could not help but admire how she looked exactly like the younger version of her mother - just as everybody had been telling her ever since she arrived in New York. She had heard from her grandparents and Annalise that she was Y/N with Carter’s eyes, and as she looked at her reflection now, she started to see it too. She really was the best of her parents. 
Growing up without a father was not an easy thing for any young child. But knowing who her father was and still not being able to see him had been the hardest. When she had first asked you about her father, she had only been taken over by her own curiosity. She simply just wanted some answers to the unanswered questions about her life. But she had felt comfortable enough to ask you about him because you had raised her to be open and trusting with you. She had seen you as her closest friend rather than a mother, thanks to you being a young mother. 
You did not feel the need to hide the truth about Carter because you knew she needed to know at some point. Telling her that her father’s name was Carter Baizen and that he had been her best friend in the Upper East Side of New York City seemed to be more than enough. You hadn’t told her of the past that you had shared with him. You hadn’t told her about the mistakes you had made. The partying, the underage drinking, the drugs and the truly opulent wealth… you had kept it from her for the sake of protecting from the harsh reality of the Upper East Side. 
Perhaps that was why she was extremely nervous about starting at a new school in a new city. Having attended boarding school back in London, Carter Eleanor never had a problem making new friends. As no one really knew who she was, she had found it much easier to get along with people. But in a world where everyone knew her parents, she felt that she had quite the reputation to live up to. Boy, if she only knew… 
As she made her way down to see you and Carter standing at the bottom of the stairs, she could not help but smile nervously. “How do I look?” She asked, fixing the collar of her shirt as she swung her Birkin bag over her shoulder - a back to school present from her doting aunt. 
“Like a true Upper East Side ‘It Girl’.” You replied with a grin, making your husband look over at you in disbelief. “What? It’s true.” 
“You look like a princess, baby girl.” He agreed, his eyes glazing over at the sight of her in her uniform. He had hoped to keep his tears to himself, but failed miserably at the sight of how much she resembled your younger self. “Like my princess.”
“Thanks, dad.” She smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. 
You watched in awe as the two of them hugged, a part of you regretting having kept your daughter away from her father for as long as you had. But you knew that bringing her back to Manhattan had been the right thing to do. She seemed a lot happier here than she was back in London, making the most out of being in her father’s presence, having weekly shopping trips to Fifth Avenue with her Aunt Caroline and taking up an internship at the New York Spectator for the next summer at her Uncle Nate’s insistence. She really did belong in New York. 
With your Carters leaving for the house for the day, you found yourself crouching down to the tiled floor of your bathroom and emptying the contents of your breakfast into the toilet. At first you had assumed that it must have been indigestion. But you weren’t a complete idiot. You had been tracking your cycle ever since you had gotten rid of your IUD and you hadn’t missed your period once… not until now. 
Annalise Rosetti was a very observant and well-prepared woman, so she had bought you a handful of pregnancy tests the moment she learned that you had gotten your IUD removed. The thought that you were considered having more children, that too with Carter of all people, had been delightful to the woman who had been there during every step of your relationship with him. 
When she heard you gagging in your bathroom, she had rushed to your aide. “Miss. Y/N?” 
“Call Carter.” You told her as you flushed the toilet and gargled your mouth, splashing some cold water on your face as your eyes glazed over. “Tell him to cancel his meetings and come home right now. I need him here.” 
As you looked up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you could not help but feel the sense of deja vu that was lingering around your bathroom. In this same bathroom fifteen years ago, you had taken a pregnancy test that had come out positive. Feeling lost and confused at the age of seventeen, fearing that Carter might end your relationship if he ever found out, you had discarded the test and boarded your family’s private jet to Santorini. 
Had you told Carter the truth that night, your life would have turned out to be so different now. Perhaps this time around, you could do things right. Have Carter be a part of this pregnancy every step of the way. If you were going to take the test now, then you knew that you needed your husband right there with you. Keeping your pregnancy from him once had cost you fifteen years, and you were not going to make that mistake once again. 
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When Carter Baizen had gotten that panic-stricken phone call from Annalise that morning, he had certainly gotten worried - his first thought had been that he had seen you that morning and you seemed fine when you sent him off to work. The woman hadn’t disclosed the reason why you needed him home so soon, but he wasn’t going to question it either. If you needed him home, then he would just drop everything he was doing at the office and drive back home. 
Worried as he arrived at the penthouse, he had rushed over to your bedroom the moment he stepped out of the elevator. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, he had found you crouched down by the toilet. “Y/N?” He called out to you, the concern clearly evident in his voice. “Babe, are you okay?”
You looked up at him, the tears streaming down your face as you tried to fight the nausea. “Carter… I-I don’t feel too good.” You told him, holding your hand out. 
Carter was quick to crouch down beside you, pulling your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. “Are you alright? Do you want me to call for the doctor?” 
You shook your head as you grabbed onto his arm, finally getting off of the floor and walking towards the sink. “Carter…” You wiped away your tears and turned on the water, gargling your mouth. “I’ll be fine…” 
“Y/N? What’s going on?” He frowned at the sight of you, but hugged you from behind as he worried. “Babe, talk to me.” 
“I think I’m pregnant.” You replied, looking up at him. “I’ve been tracking my cycle since I got my IUD removed and… I haven’t had my period. Annalise thought that I should take a test, but I just… I wanted you here.” Turning around to face him, you sniffled. “I wanted you to be a part of this pregnancy, every step of the way.” 
A smile crept upon his lips as he heard your words, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as he tightened his grip around you and rested his chin against your shoulder. “Oh darling…” His hands gently caressed your belly as he looked over at your reflection in the mirror. 
The mere thought that you wanted him to be a part of every single step in this pregnancy made Carter realize that he had finally redeemed himself in front of your eyes. From being the man whom you had loathed the most in this world to being the love of your life as he was always meant to be, he knew that you had always been the one who would get him out of his guilt. He was not proud of who he used to be back then, and he had always believed that being stripped of knowing his firstborn had been the price he had to pay for being so awful. But now, knowing that he would get to spend the rest of his life as your husband and the father of your children, knowing that it was what you wanted, none of the riches of the Upper East Side could ever hold up to that. 
“I couldn't do it without you.” 
He knew exactly what you meant by that, which was probably why he found himself tearing up. His own mistakes had been the reason why you had walked away from him, and the pain you must have felt when you had to do everything on your own, he could never imagine how you could have done it. He may not have had the privilege to be there back then, but he knew that he had to be here now. 
“You don’t have to.” Carter had assured you. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not letting you do anything stupid, you hear me? We’re doing this and we’re doing it together, just like we always used to do things since we were kids.” 
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“Carter Baizen?! You're named after a legend!” 
“Carter Baizen and Y/N Y/L/N set the standards for being the ‘it couple’ around here!”
“None of us could ever live up to Y/N Y/L/N!” 
“You’re the secret love child of Y/N and Carter Baizen?” 
Not that Carter Eleanor had ever expected to find out about her parents’ udying reputation during her first day at Constance Billard School for Girls or anything. Her existence in itself was a reminder that her parents had been quite wild during their teenage years. But the extent of their influence in that school that seemed to have lasted more than fifteen years seemed just as commendable as it was a concern to that poor unexpecting child. 
Before she even set foot into her homeroom class, Headmistress Queller had made it known that her parents had been some of the worst behaved pupils she’d had during her career - here’s to hoping that she won’t live up to that legacy. Not the best start to the next four years, your daughter had thought, at least until she arrived at homeroom. 
Hearing her name being called during the attendance call had only sparked the interest of her classmates. Carter had never been ashamed to be named after her father. After all, it made her feel as though the man had always been a part of her life despite not actually being there until very recently. God, she wished someone would have told her that Carter Baizen was a legend - she’d had no clue until it was lunchtime, and she’d had a mob of upper year students from both Constance and St. Jude’s crowding around her table saying things about the so-called legend that she was apparently named after. 
“Uh… not really a secret since I’m here right now and not really a love child anymore now that they’re married?” She pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders, making a mental note to sit her parents down for a good scolding when she got home that night. “I’m kind of… very legitimate here, folks.” 
“You know, your dad invented the Lost Weekend, right?” One of the St. Jude’s boys who had introduced himself as Christian Shepherd mused. “He’s like a total legend around here.” 
Not that she had been paying attention to anyone else’s names, but she thought that one was cute. “The Lost Weekend?” She raised her eyebrow slightly, curious about her father’s reputation at his high school. 
“It’s kind of like a tradition around St. Jude’s. The juniors get together for a weekend and we stay away from the outside world. We drink, we party, we have fun.” He explained, his lips curling into a smirk. “No girls allowed though.”
“Not that I’d ever want to be a part of something like that…” She shook her head. “No offense to those of you who want to be going to that party. But fifteen years from now, it’ll all seem pointless. Believe me, I would know.” 
“I’ll be hosting this year’s Lost Weekend at my place. I’ll be providing the food, the drinks, the girls… and everyone practices what I preach during those forty eight hours.” He pointed out once again. “I’d hate to say it the way it is, beautiful. But your father would be so disappointed to know that you’re not keen on having his legacy live on.” 
“Hm…” Perhaps it was the fact that she was Carter Baizen’s daughter, but she knew a wannabe bad boy when she saw one. “So, you think that throwing some stupid party and bribing your classmates with alcohol and hookers would be enough to make everyone practice what you preach?” 
“What more could they ask for?” The boy asked, the smirk on his lips not even fading as he was being challenged by a freshman. He was only letting her speak because she was Carter Baizen’s daughter. “I do appreciate some suggestions for improvement though, if you had any. Surely, being the daughter of Carter Baizen means that you could enlighten me on what makes a good Lost Weekend.” 
“Oh no, I want no part in that party of yours or what it means to the boys of St. Jude’s. But if you’re really naive enough to think that hosting this party is a rite of passage… then suit yourself. I’m not going to stop you.” She wanted to laugh at how stupid this all seemed. But she was a fourteen year old girl who could not stand to see some pointless party be her parents’ legacy - to her, they were more than two self-obsessed teenagers who constantly made mistakes. “I’d hate to say it the way it is, Shepherd, but you can’t really be talking out of your ass about keeping up with Carter Baizen’s legacy when you’re looking right at her.” 
The air was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. But as the current bad boy of the Upper East Side stood there defeated by the new girl in town, one would not have been able to tell that this was just another saga in the making. 
They always started with the good girl hating the bad boy. 
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lover series - the man
Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: sorry for taking longer with this installment of the lover series yet here it is. enjoy xx
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I’m so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I get there quicker if I were a man, and I’m so sick of them coming at me again cause if I were a man, then I’d be the man 
    - I can’t fucking believe this. - Y/N burst through the penthouse , throwing her bag to the side and shoes to the other, distracting Carter from the contracts he’d been looking at. She was angry, face red as she basically stormed to their mini bar, pouring herself a drink, hand against the marbled tops as she drank it, gaze stuck on one of the paintings on the wall. 
   - What happened? - he moved his contracts from the table, rushing over to her side where she was already pouring herself another drink. - Princess, you can’t drink yourself to death.
   - Oh shut up. - she downed another glass of whiskey, before leaning her head against the marble, a groan coming from her lips. - I hate my job. 
   - What do you mean, princess? You love your job. - Carter wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. - You even missed our rehearsal dinner for your job.
   - Exactly and you know who got that promotion I was killing myself for? Joe. Fucking Joe got it and he barely shows up. - she leaned against his shoulder, not exactly sure how to deal with her dream job going down the drain. She didn’t know what else she could do to get off the same position she had been for the past ten years. She had missed weddings, holidays, Christmas eves, heck even her own rehearsal dinner just so she could get the president position she had been working for and overlooked for ages. 
   - What? Did you speak with your manager?
   - Yes, I did and do you know what he said? He said that since I’m getting married it’s not long until I’m knocked up. Joe is 80, he’s gonna die sooner than our wedding date. - she groaned, hands going to her hair, messing it up in all her anger. - I’m so tired of being overlooked for promotions because I’m a woman. You’re engaged and no one is stopping you because you’re engaged and might get me knocked up. Also, I’m such a good pill taker, I will never get knocked up unless I want to. 
   - I know you said I’m not allowed to buy your company out of spite but can I now buy the company because they screwed you over? - Carter loved that his fianceé worked, after dating a platoon of people who only wanted to be with him because of his money, being with Y/N was a breathe of fresh air. He had met her at a fundraiser organised by his parents who after disowning him and reversing it were keen on finding someone for his son. However, it was one of his old frenemies, Chuck Bass, that had presented Y/N to him. She was working as his personal assistant at the time and Carter had swore he’d never seen such a beautiful specimen in his whole entire life and spent the whole night trying to impress her which completely failed. Luckily, he got to see her again during a benefit dinner and managed not to look like a complete baboon. How she had agreed to marry him was still beyond him. However, it still pissed him off that he couldn’t help her more on her career. He knew Y/N to be a competent, hard-working person but he had also grew on the Upper East Side and knew that only people with connections got the job, specially males with connections. - Would it make you feel better to key your manager’s car?
  - It would but then he’d fire me and guess what? No one else wants to hire me for anything other than secretary. - she sighed. - I keep wondering if I’d get there quicker if I were a man.
  - Oh, definitely sweetheart. That’s the fucked up mentality of those old bastards you work for.
  - If that is you suggesting to work for you, it’s still a big no. 
  - Oh c’mon, princess. Imagine working next to me, not for me, but next to me. You’re the most competent person I’ve ever met and it makes no sense that you overwork yourself for a company that’ll keep you on your position for the rest of your life time. Besides, you’re joining the Baizen family why not join the Baizen family business?
  - Carter, how are people gonna take me seriously if my own fiancé gave me the job? No one is gonna ever take me seriously. All they see me as is your fiancée, the one who’s gonna carry the babies never the one who’s good enough to be in the business. 
  - Hey ... - he kissed her temple, wrapping his arms around her figure. - You’re the smartest, most cunning woman I’ve ever met. You’re better than me at this, you’re the one who helped me with the merger contract, I would’ve never done it without you. You deserved that job and it upsets me that just because your manager is a bigot you’re doubting yourself.
  - All those years in law school were for nothing. That’s all I’m gonna be an associate, never president, never anything other than associate or secretary. 
  - Come work with me, c’mon. After all, the company is gonna be half yours because you wrote our pre-nup and father believes that if I’m allowed to have full ownership I’ll turn it into a strip club.
  - Is he wrong, though? - she smirked making him show his playful hurt face as he started to tickle her sides. - Everyone’s gonna think that you got me the job.
  - How is everyone gonna think that I got you the job if you legally owe half the company?
  -  I love it when you talk law to me. - Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, slight smile on her lips. - I’ll think about it.
  - What do you think about considering my option in a very nice warm bath with some lovely macaroons? 
  - You spoil me too much.
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l u x e. ❆ carter baizen
anonymous said: for a drabble, Carter wants to fuck you in nothing but diamonds, pearls, and the new pair of Louboutins he got you. 😉
features: carter baizen x fem!reader
includes: smut (18+ only!), fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation
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glistening tresses cascading about your shoulders, dampened skin all but aglow in the leds of your vanity. delicate spritzes of rosewater fragrance clings to the skin behind your ears, and you are unaware of the small droplets sliding down the curve of your neck. you haven’t got long, and you know it, but you’re still basking in the remaining warmth that hugs your body from your bath, swaddled in a plush towel knotted at the side of your frame.
“Are you out of the bath yet, Princess?” his voice sounds off from downstairs, and you smile to yourself; you can hear his footsteps leading up the stairs to your bedroom and you know any minute you’ll be face to face with perfection.
tonight was all for him, anyways. you were meant to be his date for a gala, and you knew very well that he needed to make a good impression, so you were more than willing to play the part of his arm candy, make him look good in front of the other party goers anyway you could. “Are you worried we’ll be late because of me?” you tease, and you hear a chuckle in response as he approaches your door.
your eyes dart to the string of diamonds, intricate and sparkling, that he’d given you only days before, hanging from the stand and on display. the necklace was much too lavish to wear on just any occasion, so you’d been saving the pair, the necklace and earrings, for a special night. what could be more special than an evening dedicated entirely to Carter?
secured around your throat, the gems coruscate against the light, specifically when you tilt your head, and they drape in magnificent clusters to graze against your cleavage. you couldn’t help but suck your bottom lip into your mouth and roll it along between your teeth when you fastened the earrings as well, just as the door opened and Carter stepped inside. clad in a crisp, black and pale blue three piece, you glance at him through the mirror, and you feel yourself cease to breathe, nervous for him to see you adorning his gift for the first time.
lapis hues dance over your body, like they normally did. Carter had a way of taking every inch of your mien, beginning at the very tips of your toes and skirting up every available and visible trail of skin that he could. you didn’t know if he knew that it caused electric tingles in your veins every time his eyes scraped over you like this, but you did know you weren’t good at hiding the faint cherry rising to your cheeks. he would take his time, making his way up with torturous slowness, until finally those sparkling eyes caught the glint of the diamonds in the mirror. they lit up as a smirk parted his lips.
“You’re wearing the diamonds tonight,” it wasn’t a question, but you nodded nonetheless with a smile that you didn’t know would melt his inhibitions, if he had any. slow strides and he was directly behind you, leaning down to graze against the rocks around your throat with a butterfly’s touch, enjoying the way they chime like church bells when they clash together against your silky skin. his lips at your ear, he places diaphanous kisses along the lobe, breathing in the sweet, floral aroma that embraces you. 
with a tilt of your head, you allow him more access to your bare and waiting throat, and he attacks it with hummingbird lips, fleeting. “Carter,” you hum, but it’s half a moan when his tongue finds that familiar sweet spot, the one that makes your knees turn to jelly, the joining of your shoulder to your neck. “I thought they’d match the dress I bought.” you offered a gentle gesture with your hand to the lbd spread out on the bed and waiting for you to slip into it. the Louboutin stilettos that were set out beside it, accompanied by a fringed clutch, were also a gift from your boyfriend. it seems as though that’s all he noticed when his eyes turned to the mirror to peek at where you gestured. 
one tawny brow quirked, his mouth hidden behind your shoulder as it trailed along deviously. “I always did love you in those shoes,” he coos and he abandons your back to retrieve them, returning only once he’s hanging on to them by their thin straps in once hand. using his free hand, he grips the stool you sit on, and spins it around so you’re facing him, and he has the room to kneel in front of you. “Makes me feel like you’re my very own Disney Princess.”
your teeth sink in to your lower lip again as your breath catches in your throat when he sets them aside, reaching out with both hands for your right foot, which you offer willingly. his warm, long digits wrap around your delicate ankle and you’re aware of his thumb rubbing into your calve as he guides it into the waiting heel. “My Cinderella.” he’s staring at the stiletto now strapped to your foot, and you know that look. you can gauge the hunger in his eyes as he gently brings his lips down to lay a tender kiss on the top of your foot, leaving a trail of saccharine pecks down to the very tips of your manicured toes.
“We’re going to be late,” you warn, but you can tell by his expression that he could no longer care less about the event. you sucked in a soft breath when he gave your left the same treatment, down to the little kisses along each toe.
azure meets your eyes, though he’s still on his knees before you, and the sight steals the breath from your lungs, regardless of how many times he’s been in this position before. “I love when my Princess likes her gifts,” his fingertips are wandering upwards now, pads circling your knees before continuing their journey on to your thighs. “Makes me want you like crazy. Makes me want to fuck you just like this.” his words alone are enough to awaken your sex, who twitches as she comes alive, and arousal liquifies between your legs. he’s quick to catch on to the expression, as he’s seen it a million times, and now is standing before you, holding your thighs in each hand so that he can make a small enough opening for him to slip into. “You want me, too, don’t you, Princess?”
you wouldn’t dare lie to him. “You know I do.”
his grin grows to Cheshire proportions at your admission, and his large hands meet the knot of your towel, not so gently. in a second, the fabric falls to the floor, defeated, and you’re left nude,  caparisoned in only the jewels of stilettos. steel blue is ablaze with desire when he stares at you, and you slide your palms back against the stool behind your butt, and you’re leaning back against them, back arched as you offer yourself to him. he’s quick to accept such an offer, fingers dipping between your thighs once more as his thumb finds your clit and works it in slow circles. you breathe out in a hiss, looking up at him and wrap your own fingers around his tie. one, firm jerk, and his neck gave way to your demands, his lips met yours in a fierce clash of tiers.
“Don’t tease me,” you grumble against soft pillows as they meld against yours, but your words are swallowed down into his throat as his thumb dances along your engorged nub.
a low rumble of a laugh is his response, but you’ve since busied yourself by ridding him of his jacket. the next on the list was his bothersome button-down. you were delicate with each button, though all you really wanted was to rip his shirt open and send them soaring through the bedroom. his tongue darts out and pushes your lips to part, then he’s engulfing your cavern, conquering it. you can taste him throughout your mouth now, coffee is the most prominent flavor on your tongue as he snakes his around. dragging his thumb against your clit, he presses down hard on your love button and your back arches, eliciting a squeak to be lost amongst the turmoil of your makeout session.
“That’s it, Princess. Let me hear you. Cry out for your King.” you have no choice but to obey his command when middle finger parts your folds and glides into your weeping entrance. nails bite at his now bare chest, the fabric of his shirt open and flapping. you coil his tie around your hand one more time, breaking the kiss but pulling harder, keeping his face against yours.
“F-fuck,” mewling, your back arches and your body rocks to meet his hand as he pushes his finger as deep as it will go, palm meeting your ass as he corkscrews against your walls. your profanity only fuels him, and you knew that. “Carter, don’t stop!” you’re pleading him, but you know you don’t have to, especially once you feel his ring finger join the first.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’m not stopping until that sweet cunt of yours squirts for me. I know she can do it.”
your eyes widen. you’ve never squirted before, and you don’t know the first thing about how to do it. “Car-Carter..!” you warn in a breathless whimper as his pumping speeds up. his fingers are scissoring inside of you at a damn near brutal pace, coming together and spreading apart, slamming and scraping against your clenching walls.
he grunts as you give his tie another tug and rest your cheek against his jaw, desperate to stay close to him as he assaults you in the most intimate way possible. each time you roll your hips, you’re aware of the spur from his now incredibly tight pants against your thigh, the sizable hard on you know is waiting to be released and treated, and the excitement of making love to Carter overcomes you at the same time his fingers knock at your g-spot, curling at just the right angle. 
“Carter! Tha-that’s...!” there’s no way you can form proper sentences anymore, but he has long since learned how to read your body, and his smirk falters as he grits his teeth, somehow finding the strength to jackhammer his fingers in and out of you with so much force that your breasts are flopping wildly and you’re struggling to cling on to him. your nerves are alive, your muscles are pulled tight as the explosion of pleasure wracks your figure when you, cum, hard, clenching down on his fingers. you can’t make a sound except for jagged breathing and the tail end of whimpers as your orgasm tilts the world on it’s head. all you care about in this moment is Carter’s fingers and their wonderful, cruel battering of your insides.
you can feel his soft tiers on your forehead as your cheek is smashed against his chin and you hug him as tightly as you can. “I know, Princess. That feels good, doesn’t it? Go ahead, I have you. What a good girl, you ride my fingers so well.” you couldn’t form a coherent response, though his praise was doing a number on your psyche as he forced you to ride out your orgasm with him, never letting up. when your muscles finally loosened and you slumped in his grip, holding on to his tie with one hand while the other gently pressed against his shoulder, you needed him to release you so you could get over the ferocity of that orgasm, but he didn’t. whining in confusion, you pressed a little harder, hoping he got the hint.
“Carter,” you pant, but his lips are overtaking yours, and your oversensitive core is taking a beating, his pace never even faltering. you dig your nails into the pads of muscle on his shoulder, coaxing an aroused snarl to vibrate your mouth. “I can’t.. Take any more...” a plea, once the kiss was broken, but he was dancing wet lips along the tip of your nose.
“I told you, Princess, I want to see you squirt for me,” his statement is punctuated by what feels like another wave of pleasure, this one much more intense than the previous as his hand slaps against your ass each time he bottoms out and scrapes your bundle of nerves to create an all but obscene audio of loud, desperate moans and skin smacking. 
“I-I- Carter, I don’t know if I ca-”
you’re cut off by the tidal wave crashing over you, and you’re practically convulsing at the power of this next orgasm, unable to go anywhere in his tight grip. “You can, Princess. Squirt for me. You’re going to, I can feel you cumming again.” his words are accented by a short chuckle while you’re mindlessly overtaken by your next climax. your head falls back, hanging against the pressure as your eyes roll back in their sockets. you glance into the mirror at your right and catch your visage: everything chest up is pink from your orgasm, the diamonds glittering seemingly brighter against your sweat-glossed skin. “Look up here, Princess.” his words spur you, but you’re too weak and overcome with pleasure, too cumdrunk to find the strength to do as he asks. he takes the hint and slides one hand beneath your neck to support you, bringing you back to look at him with heavy lids. his grin is tense and his eyes are wild as the muscles in his arms grow taut. “Don’t you want to see?”
your head lolls, bobbles in the form of a hazy nod just in time for one last electric shock of pleasure erupts from deep within you and your back arches once again, your thighs quaking as the orgasm crests, and explodes within and from your body in the form of a short, clear stream that soaks his pants and coats his abs in a glistening sheen of your arousal. you’re in shock, mouth lazily agape, but he’s heaving and pleased with himself, and with you as he released you finally, withdrawing dripping fingers. “That’s my girl. I knew you could do it.”
your chest is heaving, sex throbbing as you slide on to your back on the stool, muscles sore and aching, and bring your shivering knees closer to your chest, the stilettos fastened to limp feet as you hold your arms around your knees. “Carter, I ruined your suit.” you’re attempting to catch your breath as you notice that the lower quarter of his shirt and the entire crotch of his pants have darkened from your juices and you’re suddenly humiliated. you cover your heated face with hands instead, hooking your ankles together in the air to keep them there. 
one look at your position, leaking your own desire, has Carter palming his thumping erection before a zip catches your attention. “Princess...”
your lips are swollen and red, but that doesn’t stop your teeth from sinking down right on to it when you move your hands, nervous but knowing. his pants pushed down around his ankles, his thick member is standing at attention against his toned abs, and he’s spitting on his hand to coat it before giving it a few, quick strokes. your stomach flipped. you wanted him, bad, but you knew your core was pink and aching now, begging for a break. “Seeing you like this, all fucked out and drunk on pleasure, wearing those diamonds I got you,” he takes a couple of steps forward, free hand wrapping around one ankle to stretch your leg straight in front of him. he drags long, wet kisses along your ankle and calf, sucking on the silky skin he finds there before sinking his teeth in to bring out another purr of pleasure from your chest. “These heels, too. My Pricey Princess. I can’t resist fucking you completely senseless, now. How could I? Look at you.” he flashes you his killer smile, pearly whites on display when he worms his way in between your shivering thighs, baby blues never leaving yours. if you were to tell him to stop, he would’ve, but you couldn’t form the words. 
“We’re really going to be late,” you warned once again, as if reminding him that the event did exist and you were due to be there by nine. lord only knows what time it was now.
Carter takes a few moments to guide his swollen, reddened tip to rut through your sticky, overstimulated folds and you shiver, your body still alive with aftershocks. “They can wait, Princess. And if they ask, then I’ll tell them I was fucking my little Disney Debutante’s brains out.” his smirk was devilish and dangerous, and your body reacted to his words by clamping down when he pushes himself inside. the familiar feeling of him splitting you open, stretching you out, had you whimpering as your fingers scrambled to find something of his to grab on to. once he’d nestled himself completely within you, his other hand caught your free ankle and held on, keeping your legs spread wide and open for him, his mouth attacked the skin of your calf and ankle, snapping at the strappy heels with ferocious bites as he propels himself into your depths.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he’s voice is strained as he invades you, momentum he’s set rapacious. he wants all of you, and he needs you to take all of him before he’s satisfied. nails biting at his hips, your body is jostled around like a rag doll at his movements, though you struggle through the exhaustion to meet his thrusts with your own, pleasure possessing your frame once again. nonstop desperate bleating parts your sore lips as you watch him over you, leaving deep purple lovebites along your legs. “Shaking, red, desperate like only I can make you. Cumdrunk and completely fucked out. All my doing.” each word is emphasized by his twitching tip reaching new depths, withdrawing completely only to slam home through your abused hole over and over. 
“O-oh my god, Carter!” wailing, you reach down to grip his wrist when you feel his hand go to your core, strumming your clit again. “I-I can’t..!”
a grit of his teeth, but a rumbling chuckle vibrates from somewhere deep in his chest as he continues to assault the swollen, red, and sore nerve as he pummels your insides with no hint of slowing down. “Yes you can, Princess. Cum again for me. I need you to.”  his coaxing, coupled with his relentless exploiting of your overused nerves sends you into another tizzy, clamping down around him so tight that he breathes out in a hiss. your eyelids flutter, your head turned up at the ceiling. “Fuck, I’m cumming too, Princess. Where do you want it?” you can’t even fathom an answer aloud, instead you kick your legs free of his grip and lock them around him, arching your back as your vision blurs from the intensity of this final orgasm.
Carter takes the hint and leans forward, bracing himself with one hand on the vanity as he presses his chest to yours, his lips finding your ear, where he’s soon whispering in ragged breaths. “You want me to fill you up, Princess? Do you want my cum leaking out of you when we’re sitting at dinner with all of those rich pricks? That sweet little pussy is going to be sore, too, remembering how I played with her. You’re not going to be able to focus on anything else but the empty feeling, wishing my big cock was splitting you open again.” one final, desperate cry of his name leaves your lips and it sends him over the edge, his thrusts coming to a halt when he buries himself hilt deep with a breathless moan of your name, splattering your walls with his warmth before he collapses on top of you, breathing in the still sweet scent of your skin as you both come down from your high.
you’re out of it, completely, but you know you have an event to go to. “Great,” you snort as your shaking hands massage his sweat-soaked shoulders. “Now, I need another shower.”
the look Carter gives you when he finally removes himself and gets to his feet is all-out spine tingling as he reaches for your panties. “I don’t think so. I said I want you to sit at dinner with my cum inside, and I meant it.” his brow arched, and he was already sliding the undergarments on to you. “Although I think you might need some help.” he snickered when he noticed your thighs still shaking.
rolling your eyes, but fondly, you scoff. “You fucking think so?”
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the-canary · 6 years
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Summary: A deal isn’t supposed to involve feelings, right? (Post Canon-GG).
Pairing: Reader/Carter Baizen
Status: Complete
Part 1 
Part 2 
Part 3 
Part 4 
Part 5 
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8 
Part 9 
Part 10 
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paintedface · 6 years
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King of Anything (1/2)
Prompt: Part 1 of 2 for @nataliarxmanxva ‘s season writing challenge! ‘Are you…wearing a suit? At the beach?’ 
Summary: You’ve avoided going to New York because you don’t want to run into your old best friend, Carter Baizen, but a supposedly relaxed day at the beach proves that you can’t run from your past. 
Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Word Count: 1297 words
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Notes: The next part will be uploaded in a few days, so if you want to be tagged in that, feel free to send me an ask! The next part, it will be basically all Carter. Nicole is based off @carriefish-er , one of my best friends and is the sweetest human being ever. I also haven’t watched Gossip Girl, so I’m going off wikipedia posts!
“Come on, Y/N! Hurry up, we have to get to the beach!” Nicole whines through the door, and you quickly grab your bag, calling back, “I’m coming!”
Ever since your best friend left the suburbs and moved to New York without telling you anything and never keeping in contact, you’ve avoided going to New York, any area of it. You didn’t want to run into him, because one, you would’ve beaten him up and two, considering how he left you, he would’ve changed, probably for the worse. But your best friend Nicole came to your apartment one night with two first class tickets to New York and a booking at a fancy hotel. Who knows how she got them, but you couldn’t pass up that opportunity, you’d be an idiot to.
“Damn, you’re looking good! Let me guess, you wanna pick up some guys on the sands? Ooh, what about a hot lifeguard?” She grins at you, and you snort, punching her arm.
“I’m not here to date, I’m here to just relax, even if it’s gonna be crowded.” You shrug, adjusting the straps of your lace romper.
“Well let’s go, we can find a free space if we get there early!”
You catch a taxi down to Rockaway Beach, and though you’re not ‘early,’ you and Nicole set up an umbrella in an empty area, setting out your things and laying back.
“You gonna go swimming later?” She asks lazily, pulling her shawl off and throwing it to one side. She’s already eyeing the restaurants on the shore, and you roll your eyes, chucking her a bottle of cold lemonade.
“Possibly, but I’m just gonna appreciate the sunshine for now.” You explain, tilting your sunglasses up.
Nicole raises an eyebrow, looking pointedly at the umbrella. You snort, whacking her with your hat. “I’ll appreciate the sunshine from a distance.”
Your friend shrugs, putting her shawl back on and lounging back.
“Then I’ll go swimming with you later. For now, tell me more about this friend of yours that moved here.” She props herself up on her elbow and you sigh, slumping your shoulders.
“His name’s Carter, Carter Baizen. Heard of him?” You tell her eventually, and her eyes widen.
“You mean that rich-ass socialite?” She gasps, and you nod gingerly.
“He was my best friend since Grade 5. He was kind, funny, never tried anything on me, just wanted to be my friend, even if I had a crush on him. But one day, in Year…10, he was really distant, and I didn’t think much of it, though I was there for him anyway. Then, the very next day, he left. He didn’t leave any explanation, he didn’t reply to any of my messages, and he never kept in contact. He still hasn’t kept in contact since, and I heard about him being a douche bag socialite and now I don’t want to run into him. He’d look down on me, y’know? As much as I want to speak to him again, I hate him for not saying anything.” You finish, sighing and running a hand through your hair.
Nicole rests her hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Damn, I didn’t know he used to be your friend. He sounds like a dick though, for leaving you like that.”
You give her a wry smile, taking a sip of lemonade. “I guess… it’s just, he was my best friend for six whole years. He got me through a lot of stuff.”
“Hey, I’m Carter!” A brown haired boy with sparkling blue eyes sits down next to you, shuffling his chair closer.
“I’m Y/N.” You smile shyly at him, and he gives you a broad grin back.
“Do you wanna work together for this project?” He asks, taking his school blazer off and slinging it over the back of the chair.
Your eyes widen in surprise, before stuttering out a ‘yes,’ because you weren’t expecting to make a friend on the first day of school.
“Great! Now, lemme borrow your laptop and show you….”
You stuffed your books into your locker, slumping against it and trying to blink back the tears, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Y/N?” You look up to see Carter, his normally bright face looking worried.
“Hey Carr, what’s up?” You try to smile, but he puts his arms on either side of you, boxing you in and staring down at you. It’s hard not to blush when he’s looking at you like this, but the negative thoughts swirling your head are making you distracted.
“Cut the bullshit, Y/N, what happened?” He asks, his brows furrowed in concern. 
You bite your lip, looking away. “You know Mia? She and her boyfriend were saying shit about me. To my face.” You mumble, and you can see Carter’s eyes blaze, dropping his arms and his fists clenching.
“I’m gonna fucking murder them, with my bare hands.” He growls, and before you can protest, he’s set off down the hallway, rolling up his shirt cuffs as he goes.
“What a dick, he doesn’t deserve you.” Carter has his arms around you, holding you as you sniffle on your bed. He’s rubbing soothing circles over your back, and thinking of numerous ways to wreck that asshole who dumped you.
“He t-told me that he was gonna date Rebecca now, and that he had already k-kissed her while we were dating.” You sob, curling up in your best friend’s lap. His breath hitches in his throat, and he holds you closer.
“God, Y/N… you’re way too good for that asshole.” He murmurs, and you take in a shuddering breath through your sobs.
You shake your head, fisting your hands in his t-shirt, knowing that he won’t mind. “But… he was the only one that would ever want to date me.” You mumble, tears falling fast.
“Y/N, no, don’t say that,” He tilts your chin up with his index finger, looking you in the eyes intently, “I promise, there’s somebody out there who will want to spend every single day with you, and who will love you for who you are.”
You let out a weak laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thanks Carr, you’re the best friend ever.”
A flicker of disappointment flashes past his gaze when you say ‘friend’, but it’s gone in an instant and he’s giving you a warm smile, handing you another spoonful of ice cream.
“Y/N!” Nicole waves a hand in front of your face, and you startled out of your daydream.
“Sorry, I went off into wonderland. What is it?” You ask, blinking rapidly to bring yourself back to reality.
“Look at that guy over there! Is he…wearing a suit? At the fucking beach?” Nicole tries to contain her giggles, and your eyes drift to a tall man a few metres away from you. He’s next to his friends who are appropriately dressed in a slightly more casual fashion. He, himself, is dressed in suit pants and a shirt with rolled up sleeves, with his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder. The way he holds himself is achingly familiar, and on closer inspection, you notice that he’s extremely handsome, in a cocky rich kid sort of way. Hair that, despite looking tousled, is obviously groomed to look that way, and you can’t see all his facial features from your angle.
Curious, you stand up, moving around to take a better look. Your eyes widen, pinching yourself to try and stop your imagination from taking over. But nothing’s changing, and the face of the person in front of you isn’t changing either.
You take a deep breath, ignoring Nicole’s confused look at you.
“Carter?”
The man pauses his talking suddenly, and turns around, showing Carter Baizen’s face to you for the first time in years.
PART 2
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buckysswinter · 2 years
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cruel summer
18+ minors dni
warnings: smut, fluff(for a brief second???), reader is kinda innocent??, corruption kink, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, degradation kink, carter being mean to the reader, angst, heartbreak
not edited or beta'd- do not repost or translate!
playboy!carter baizen x f!reader
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said i'm fine, but it wasn't true; i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
she doesn't know how she ended up here once again, sneaking through the garden gate to go see carter. she shouldn't be doing this, she should've stopped it before it began; but why would she when the guy she's been longing for finally noticed her?
this fancy house in the suburbs owned by the baizens was carter's little hideaway from the city, this suburbs where her parents were housed by the baizens. if only her parents knew, they would disapprove of this. her mother always told her that her kind wasn't welcomed by the circle of people the baizens ran with, the baizens being kind enough to treat them as equals were a rare thing.
her mother was carter's many nannies, but his mother knew her mother personally and that was why his mom treated her family so well. she grew up with carter, though she was always in the shadows; whenever he got home from his fancy family trips, he would give her a souvenir, something as simple as a keychain or a magnet that she's kept all these years. as she got to the back door, she looked around; this was peaceful place, a little piece of even in a hectic world. that's what carter had told her.
-"this place is like paradise among the city, my little safe haven."
she feels special that carter would share such a thing with her, she didn't understand what it was to be constantly followed by paparazzi so she believes him.
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she uses her secret knock her and carter had agreed on, he opens the door with his mischievous grin and he pulls her in, immediately kissing her. she returns the kiss with passion and love.
no she couldn't think about that word, love. she couldn't let it slip that all these years, she's loved carter baizen. he simply does not see her like that and she constantly reminds herself that.
she pulled away from the kiss,
-"hi carter, nice to see you too," he laughed at this.
-"sorry, i was just really eager to have you here baby," that, that's what made her fall in love with carter baizen. his ability to make her feel special. she was a regular person but every time she was with carter, he made a point to make her feel special and she loved it. who wouldn't? each word he spoke to her provided butterflies in her stomach.
she couldn't find the words to reply to carter so instead, she kissed him back. the strawberry taste from her lips being devoured by carter.
he leads her to the kitchen, where two bourbon glasses were on the sink. perhaps he had a friend come over or a business associate. before she could make a comment on it, carter picks her up and lays her down the kitchen island. stripping her of the dress she put on for him, then he moves to himself, taking the cashmere robe off, revealing his already hard dick.
carter moved to take her white cotton underwear off,
-"god baby, you're just teasing me at this point aren't you?" she remember carter saying that he likes when she wore white underwear, he likes that she was innocent; so she did it more and more.
she could only whine and nod at his dirty talk, she wasn't experienced with the dirty talk after all.
-"come on kitten, you can respond, i know you can." carter had told her rules, when they were having sex, she would have to call him daddy; and frankly that turned her on even more.
-"yes daddy," the way the word rolls of her tongue made carter groan.
-"fuck baby, you're so good to me." carter spread her legs open, he left kisses down her leg and came back up to face her soaking wet pussy. he took his fingers and swiped it at her folds,
-"kitten you're so wet, i don't think i need to prepare you," carter knew this would get a rise out of her because as much as he loved eating her out, she loved getting eaten out by him.
-"no daddy please please, i'll be good" she was desperate for this man and that made him smirk.
-"you promise kitten?" carter loved having the upper hand whenever they fucked.
-"yes daddy i promise," she was eager to have his face on her pussy that she lifted her hips up.
carter pushes her hips down using his shoulders, he licks her all the way up causing her to moan. the pleasure he gives her could never be provided by another man. his tongue, hot and heavy against her pussy, and she feels like she's in heaven. the way carter is licking her up, the way his tongue would tease her hole and prod it slightly with the tip of his tongue.
-"fuck kitten, you always taste so good for daddy." carter's little praises gets her closer to the edge. he licks her up quicker, his mouth closing in on her clit. the way he tugs on her clit and follows it up with the powerful lick of his tongue pushes her to the edge. carter slurps her juices, carter pushes himself up, spanking her pussy; this made her jolt, prolonging her orgasm.
-"holy fuck carter," her mind was hazy from the orgasm that she hadn't noticed what she had called him. she stops from her tracks, opening her eyes to see carter's face turn serious and before she could open her mouth to apologize, she's turned around, ass up in the air.
-"oh kitten, i didn't know your orgasm was that good that you forgot the rules; you did promise me to be good and now look at you too cock drunk to remember the rules." carter caresses her left ass cheek before striking down a hard smack, making her yelp. carter laughs in response, giving her five more before he caresses her now red ass cheek once more.
-"i'm really sorry daddy, i'll never forget again" she apologizes once carter is done. she had let it slip, too close to comfort perhaps. she reminded herself that these rules were made by him, maybe she's letting her feelings show; maybe perhaps, she should tell him how she truly feels. when they started whatever this way during the beginning of summer, everything felt new to her; the shape of his body, the way they fit together, the way she sealed her faith every time she agreed to see him.
-"you better not kitten, because next time the punishment will be much worse."
carter flipped her around once again and slapped his dick on her clit, the action making her needy. carter smiled at the fact that she was only needy for him, that she was in his control. he entered her, keeping his eyes in contact with hers; this made her immediately tighten around him.
-"fuck kitten you have to relax," carter was used to her being tight but her immediately doing this almost made him feel too good. she couldn't reply, she only nodded.
carter slid out of her, keeping only his tip in before he pushed all the way in her. both groaning at the pleasure, he gave her no time to adjust and he roughly picked the pace up. she held onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into them, this encouraged carter to keep going. y/n tried to lift her hips up and meet his pace, carter placed on of his hands on her hips, the other on her boob, toying with her hard nippples. he found her mouth, giving her a rough kiss, moving down her neck and sucking on her sweet spot. everything felt so good, the way he was pounding in and out of her was surreal, the way he played with her hardened bud and his grip on her waist; carter baizen knew her body. this realization made her walls tighten, carter felt her warm walls tightening and took his hand off her tit and found her clit; he tightly circled her clit. the buzzing pleasure made its way to her body, the countertop now feeling cold against her hot and sweaty skin. y/n's eyes rolled back, toes curling before she let go, she elicit a gasp as carter kept pounding animalistically.
-"fuck fuck fuck kitten, you make me feel so good. you're so good for me" carter praises her as he cums. he slowly pulls out of her, making both of them hiss and carter gets a cloth to clean them both up.
carter quickly tossed y/n her dress, this made her brows furrow; carter never threw her out. the proclamation of love came out of her mouth,
-"i love you carter baizen, when will you see that?" her eyes were tearing up, she was tired of dropping hints that he couldn't figure out.
-"that's the worst thing i've ever heard. you and i will never be together, do you not realize that i only used you for my pleasure? i felt pity on you because you looked like a lost puppy. this summer is nothing more than a hookup to me and you should realize that." the gut-wrenching truth made her palm itch. she nodded at this, accepting the pain and anguish that he dealt her. she knew that it was all too good to be true, the eye twinkling smiles she gave him were never reciprocated. she never thought that carter would call her pathetic though. then she realized, she was pathetic for loving such man, carter was merely being civil. she was pathetic for accepting his deal in the beginning of summer knowing how it could destroy her. and lastly, she was pathetic that she still loved him right after he just tore her heart in two.
her tears made its way down her cheek, her hand wiping it. y/n simply nodded at his revelation,
-"goodbye carter baizen." her voice cracked, she needed to get out of his house. as soon as she was out her tears flooded her eyes; she would never ask him to love her back. she understood that they were from different worlds and no matter what she does carter baizen will never love her back.
she left the garden gate that she snuck into open, the sound of a car surprising her as carter never had visitors this late. as she looked up, she saw the one and only blair waldorf climbing out of the limo; carter was back in his robe, meeting blair on the front steps of the house.
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a/n: this hurt me lol
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strawboorybunny · 2 years
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Just A Favor
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Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Words: 1300+
Author’s note: I hope you guys enjoy another Carter fic. I’m slowly working on the ones I have gotten started. I’m hoping to get more inspiration for them. So, enjoy!
Warnings: Fluff and we know that Carter is a warning himself
You felt irritation run through your body as you heard Carter shouting on the phone. Of all of the places he chose to take a phone call, it had to be the area you come to. For a good couple of months, this place had been quiet before he started showing up. He knows he irritates you. He loves to play with you and you don’t know what on earth you did to gain the attention of Carter Baizen.
You were broken out of your thoughts when you noticed a shadow above your book. You sighed before looking up to see Carter sitting across from you with a smirk on his face. “What do you want, Baizen?” You said before turning back to your book.
“I need a favor.”
You let out a dry laugh. “What makes you think I would help you with a favor? Why don’t you ask one of the girls you fuck around with.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “No, I, come on, you’re my only option.”
You closed your book before crossing your arms. “For?”
“Family party. My parents are more or less demanding I have a date and well, I figured it would be better if I showed up with someone who I haven’t fucked around with yet.”
You hummed and nodded slightly. “Yeah, no.” You said as you grabbed your books and got up from the table. Carter immediately followed you as you walked away. “Y/n please. Would you do me this one favor? It’s only for one weekend.” He said as he stood in front of you and grabbed your arms.
You looked at his hands before looking at him. “What exactly is in it for me? I’m not exactly one of those girls who wants to be caught with Carter Baizen.”
“I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t see me anymore and live your life Baizen free.” You smirked slightly. He smiled. “You like the sound of that?”
“Well, obviously.” You looked away as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Fine. I’ll do it. Don’t make me regret this, Carter.”
He smiled. “Thank you so much. First things first, I’m taking you shopping.” He said as he looked you up and down.
You frowned. “What?”
“Well you can’t show up to a party with the wardrobe you have. So,” he took out his phone and handed it to you. You gave him a slightly confused look. He rolled his eyes. “Give me your number and we’ll plan a time to go out.” You hesitated before putting your number in. “Thank you. Expect a date to be set.” He said before walking away.
-
You sighed as you looked at the store in front of you. “I can’t afford this.” You said quietly. 
Carter stuck his hands in his pockets before shrugging. “Who said you were buying? Come on.” 
You stared at Carter for a few seconds before following. “W-what? I can’t have you do that. I can’t pay you back.”
“You don’t have to pay me back.” He said as he looked you up and down again. He then turned back and grabbed a few dresses. When you grabbed one of the price tags, your heart dropped. “Stop looking at them.” Carter said as he glanced at you. “Now go try these on.”
You groaned as you modeled another dress for Carter. He hummed before shaking his head. “Seriously? What’s wrong with this one?”
“Nothing. Just not feeling it.”
“Not feel- Jesus Christ.” You said before going to change into the next dress. 
“I can’t believe this is taking so long.”
You looked at the door separating the two of you in shock. “You can’t- are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who brought me here to get a dress.”
He chuckled. “Touché.” 
You took a breath before walking out in a long black dress. “How about this one?”
Carter stared at you for a few minutes before nodding. “This one is great. You look great.” You blushed slightly before smiling. Carter took the dress from your hands once you finished changing. He glanced at you as you played with your purse. “Want to get something to eat?”
You looked at him. “What?”
“Do you want to get food?”
“Oh, sure. I could eat.” He took the bag before leading you to the food court. You looked at Carter as he was telling you about the party. The two of you ordered what you wanted before going and sitting down. You looked at Carter. “Are you sure you want me going?”
Carter sighed. “For the last time, yes.” 
-
You looked at Ella through the mirror. She gave you a smile as she did your hair. “I can’t believe you get to go to a party with Carter Baizen.”
You rolled your eyes. “I'm just doing it as a favor. Besides, he promised to leave me alone if I did it, so it’s a win for me.” You looked down at your vanity. It had been a few weeks since the shopping trip. You hated to admit it but you had fun that day. Ever since then, you and Carter have continuously been talking. 
“Oh no. I know that look. You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”
Your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “I- no. I’m just thinking about tonight is all.”
Ella laughed before shaking her head. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, hon.” She finished the last touch before stepping back. “Go and get changed.” You got up and changed into the dress. Ella smiled. “You look so beautiful.” 
You smiled as you stared at yourself. You haven’t felt this beautiful since, well forever. You grabbed your phone when you heard it buzz. You grabbed your stuff before facing your friend. “He’s here.”
“Good luck!” She said as you walked out to the car.
Carter smiled when he saw you. “Wow, you look even prettier than at the store.”
Your cheeks turned pink before smiling. “Thank you.”
-
You held onto Carter’s arm as you looked around the room. Everyone was dressed up and either catching up or talking about business. That is currently what Carter was doing. One of his father’s friends had stopped him to talk. “I see you have a beautiful date tonight.”
Carter smiled. “Yes, this is y/n.”
“It’s a pleasure.” The man said before turning his attention to someone else. Carter’s smile quickly faded and brought you to a more secluded part of the room. You let out a breath.
“Thank you. That was-”
“Suffocating? I know, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
You shrugged. “It’s what I signed up for right?”
He let out a chuckle. “You know, I have never had fun at these things. You are making it more bearable.” You smiled before grabbing his hand. He looked over at you. He glanced down at your lips before he was called away. You giggled when he rolled his eyes before putting on a fake smile. You frowned slightly when you realized that this was going to end after tonight, that if you gained any feelings for him, it would just cause pain. 
Carter noticed the distant look in your eyes. He excused himself before making his way back over to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”
You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “When this is over, I don’t want us to go our separate ways. I- it has been one of the most real thing I have felt in my life. I don’t want it to end.” Carter placed his hands on your cheeks. He placed a kiss on your forehead.
“We won’t.” He mumbled against your forehead. “It’s been real for me too.” You smiled before placing your hands on his chest. He smiled as well before pulling you into a kiss. “How about we get out of here.” He whispered against your lips.
“I’d like that.” You whispered back.
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