#carter baizen x y/n

[georgiapeach30513]

Bullet In Your Heart, Part 8

Summary: you and Clark....

Pairings: Clark Kent X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, judgmental people, grief, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Your fingers dig into the sheets, and your eyes roll in the back of your head as your back lifts up off the bed. Holding onto whatever ounce of your senses you have left while you bite on your lip, it was the price you paid for having two small children.

Your back starts to rise off the bed, but his meaty hand press your stomach, holding you down. His right hand drives in and out of your core, while his mouth makes a meal of your honey. You can feel the rumble on your bundle of nerves as he chuckles when you slap a hand over your face. Muffling a scream you couldn’t stifle.

Clark’s mouth is a work of art. If you were artistic you would have already made a shrine to the godlike qualities he possesses. Starting to wiggle around, and then he curls those fingers. Hitting over your g spot over and over again until your body trembles. Still he begs for more. Using his shoulders to keep you good and spread. Your legs try to close at the overstimulation when his fingers pound into your sex. Seeing stars, you come undone, squirting into his mouth, and he laves up every bit of your juices like a man starved.

You’re left panting. Gazing up at the ceiling while your husband feasts, and you wait for the room to stop spinning. Lifting up to your elbows you watch Clark smirk at you as he wipes off his glistening face. “Don’t you look proud of yourself,” you huff out.

Clark nods as he stands up out of the floor. Picking your body up, he launches you up the bed before he’s splitting your legs, and crawling in between them. Slapping his cock over your clit, smiling even bigger, “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that, my sweet little Cricket bug.”

“I really despise that nickname.”

“Why’s that?”

“The nickname of a child,” your eyes go cross eyed as he slams his girth into your body. “Oh my god.”

“You know why I like that nickname?” You shake your head no, and grab onto his hips as he starts a slow thrust into your body. Dragging his veiny cock out of you slowly, and leaving you breathless before he stabs back into you. “Because even though you’re not this tiny little girl anymore, there is this tight little cunt that I get use every fucking day.”

“Clark,” you whimper, and your nails dig into his back. “Clark, they’re gonna wake up.”

“And it’s time for us to have another one,” you nod your head up at him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and you pull him even closer, yipping when his bulbous head grazes over your cervix, “You always did like me deep, huh? Like to feel me in your pussy for the rest of the day. Aren’t we going to that pool party?”

“What?” Pulling himself out of you, he goes harder than ever before. Moaning out loud, and he places a hand over your mouth.

“Quiet, Cricket,” he starts at an earth shattering pace. Leaving you begging for mercy. “I want you to go to that party with my seed dripping out of you. I saw Frank staring at you. There’s only one man you’re slutty for, and that’s me, understand?” You give him a head nod, and you cling to his back for dear life.

“Got me in a damn vice grip. My god, you’re coming aren’t you?” Another nod as your body becomes completely pliable for him. “Good fucking girl,” pulling out of your body, he flips you to your knees, before crawling behind you. Burying his cock balls deep into your cunt, he mounts you, and you have to hide your face into the pillows. “It’ll take this way. You're such a pretty little slut for me in the morning.”

You can feel him all the way your stomach as he splits you open. Using his body for his pleasure when you hear him use his strangled voice. “Are you coming a-a-again? It’s because you feel my cock throbbing, huh?”

“It’s because you’re fucking me so deep,” that was too loud, but you’re in a different world. Your body rocking with every hammer he does into you.

“Right…right there. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” Clark’s hands pull apart your ass cheeks, and he stares at where the two of you connect. Watching as he nearly turns you inside out, and your walls cling to him so tightly. “So fucking sloppy for me. Fuck — me!” One last hard push into you, and ribbons of hot cum fill your belly, and you look back at him with the softest smile. Your walls milk every last bit of his essence, making you all warm and tingly.

“That’s the one, Cricket. I don’t know if I want a little Lottie or a little Henny,” keeping himself inside of you, he adjusts himself down to his knees. Those crystal eyes look up at your satisfied face before back to the two of you. “I gotta keep it in there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whine. You didn’t want him to pull out yet anyways. “Clark?” He finally looks up at you, and you preen, “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Cricket bug. I meant it, you’re the best pussy.”

“I really don’t want to think of all the women you’ve been with while you’re inside of me.”

“Deep inside you,” he gives you a wink, spreading you wider apart. “You know, there is another hole back here,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle, “Dot let me…”

“Clark!” He starts laughing, spitting down to your ass, “No!”

“Come on. One time.”

“You’ve already came.”

“So if I get hard again?” You want to kick your husband off you, but then he looks back at your hole, starting to slowly slide himself out. Dropping out of your body when he just stares, “I love seeing how gaping I make you. God, I made such a mess.”

”Daddy!” The door handle wiggles a bit, and you’re thankful Clark was smart enough to lock it. It wiggles again when a big bang happens, “Daddy! Henny is in my room! Wake mommy up, and get your son! Daddy! I hear you laughing.”

“I’ll deal with this,” you say, standing up, and Clark points to your panty drawer. “Yes, daddy. Let me put this on, so I feel your mess inside of me while we’re with the neighbors, but you got to wash your filthy mouth. Lottie will want kisses. Go,” you motion towards the bathroom, and Clark walks towards it. But stops to pinch your nipples, and pull you towards him.

Slamming his mouth against yours, and you can still taste your arousal on his tongue. Moaning at how good he feels, “Daddy!” Lottie knocks on the door a bit, and he pulls back.

“I’ll make sure to fuck you again tonight, Mrs. Kent.”

“How about you let me fuck you?” He growls, and jogs into the bathroom, leaving you to pull on your panties and a nightgown. Opening the door to see your exasperated daughter stare up at you.

“What took you so long? Were you and daddy having a tickle fight again?”

“Yes, darling. Come on, let’s deal with Henry. He is just like your daddy, you know?”

“Wild man,” he really was. He was every bit as wild as Clark used to be. But marriage and children really calmed Clark down, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Life was different than you had planned, but you had finally learned to love where you are currently. Happy that you get to see Carter through Charlotte. She is every bit as sweet and loving as he was.

You give a curt smile to the host. Everyone here judged you for being with more than one man, and several hated you for taming Clark. He leans in behind you, kissing your neck, and placing another behind your ear, “They’re jealous that they couldn’t get me to settle down.”

“Oh, so Susie is someone you made a mess of?”

“Absolutely not. She’s someone I turned down. Such a prude. Here, take Henry, I’m going to go cook with the dads. Have yourself a cocktail,” he gives your ass a little swat before walking away, leaving you to kiss over Henry’s chunky cheeks.

“You know, I don’t know how you do it?” Judith, one of the more distant neighbors, says while walking up behind you.

“Do what? He’s really not that heavy.”

“Oh, no, dear, she means you and Clark,” you glance between her and Susie confused, and the host offers you a cocktail, “He can walk, right?” You answer yes, and she gives a point over to the kiddie pool. “He’ll be fine. I’m sure Clark won’t mind keeping an eye on him with you.”

Confused, you let Henry step onto the grass, and he runs right to his daddy’s legs. Crashing into them with a belly laugh, “See.”

“What about me and Clark?” You feared these women would never accept you as one of them. Bitter Betty’s. Throughout the years, the whispers never stopped. It didn’t help that you kept to yourself.

“Oh, honey, don’t get defensive. Of all the men that you could have found, you chose Carter’s best friend? Ain’t that a trip?” You smile sweetly at her, when in reality you want to gather your children and go back home. “How do they compare? I mean nobody was talking about Carter’s size, if you know what I mean.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Batting your eyes, you look straight at her, and thankfully her smile starts to fade.

“Don’t do that, it’s all good fun.”

“Yes, my first husband dying in a war is a riot. Thankfully Clark wasn’t drafted.”

“Did you ever, well, you know?” Judith shakes her head no at Susie, and you look between the two of them again. What were these women on. “I mean, everyone thought about relations with Clark. He’s practically slept with every woman in town.”

“Except you,” she shuts her mouth, clearing her throat. “No. I never once thought of Clark like that. In fact both of us were distraught when Carter passed. We fell in love during grief, and we fucked before we were married,” Susie gasps, placing her hand on her chest, and Clark turns around, now holding Henry. His face is full of concern as he watches you leave the women.

Leaning down to Charlotte in the water, “Lottie, come on, baby.”

“No, I’m playing with my friends.”

“Charlotte Abigail Baizen, out of the pool now!” You feel your cheeks inflame with anger as she pouts, climbing out of the pool, and Clark hands you the baby.

“I got her. Hey?”

“Don’t you thank them for inviting us either,” Grabbing Henry with a huff, and kisses his cheek you start to stomp home. Fuck all of them. They could go straight to the pits of hell for all you cared. They had no idea the inner battle you feel every single day. Feeling guilty that you can’t love Clark the way that you loved Carter because Clark would never be him.

But somehow in the midst of your turmoil you fell in love with Clark. The way he fathered your children. The way he looked at you every morning. You were feral for the way he treated you when it was just the two of you. It wasn’t the same, and would never be, but you and Clark had created something entirely different. You created a love that bloomed from grief and friendship.

Clark finds you in the living room, dancing around with Henry while an old record plays, shooing Lottie into her bedroom, when you kiss over Henry’s closed eyes. Humming along with the music when Clark comes back. He stands at the entrance of the living room, watching the two of you. “Cricket, go put him in his crib.”

“I need him right now.”

“Don’t use my son as a way to avoid this conversation,” looking up at him, you scowl. That isn’t what you’re doing. “Cricket, he’s asleep. Either you take him or I will.”

“Clark, you don’t understand.”

“Then put my son in the bed and explain it to me.”

“Your son,” you hold his body closer to you, wishing you could rewind the day, and never go to that stupid party. You didn’t need friends. “You never tell me what to do with your daughter. I guess because she’s Carter’s?”

“Go put Henry in the bed, and let’s talk about this because you’re being unreasonable. Now!” With a final kiss, you stalk out of the living room. Laying him down in his crib, and you pet along his perfect skin. He is one of the most beautiful little boys you have ever seen. Deciding it’s best not to make Clark wait too long, you walk back into the living room.

Clark is now in his chair, lighting up a cigarette when he looks at his watch, “That took almost five minutes. His room is just down the hallway.”

“You timing me? Can I not take my time to look at your son? I thought about stopping in Lottie’s room to help her change, but thankfully Carter’s daughter is smart enough to change out of her wet bathing suit.”

“What the fuck is your problem? Lottie is my daughter, Henry is my son, and they’re our children,” he watches your chest heave. Breathing angrily, you try not to shed a single tear. Clark has always been there. Was there the moment Charlotte was born, and you have built a beautiful life. “Why are we bringing up Carter?”

“Because he’s always going to haunt us. Because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, and you had to fuck his widow. Your best friend, Clark.”

“You weren’t complaining much,” you hate how he can be so calm when you are raging. You want to throw something at him. He is the reason you went to the party. “So why are we bringing him up?”

“Because those stupid bitches hate me. They hate that I married you, hate that I tied you down, and have your child.”

“They hate that you know what I feel like, and feel me everyday.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Yeah, for you,” you roll your eyes, starting to walk away, but Clark stands quickly, grabbing your wrist, and pulls you into his body harshly. “You’re my little slut, and I’m yours. I don’t care what those women think.”

“But I do! You insist on trying to be friends with the neighbors, and going out and being social. And I go there and they talk to me like I’m trash because I’ve had two dicks.”

“Who the fuck cares?! Are we happy? Are our kids happy? Did I not fuck my seed into you just this morning? Cricket, I don’t care about them. I care about you. You don’t want to be social, fine. We’ll get us a pool. Get the kids a playground. You and them are all I care about. And I’m not going to spend the next six months arguing about Carter. He’s gone. And…I’m glad.”

You lean back to gaze up at him, tears filling your eyes while you search his face. “I wouldn’t want to have missed this with you. So yeah, you tamed the slut. If he’d come back, I wouldn’t have you and our home. I love you, Cricket Bug. You’re my favorite person, followed by a tie for second. I can’t change his death, but I can love you fiercely, and take care of you. But I will not be the other man in my home. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” he wasn’t coming back. You could have done so much worse than Clark. And this man adored you. Worshiped you every morning while he kneels before your altar. “But don’t say you’re glad.”

“I am glad. But I’ll promise never to say it again. Just like I promise I won’t make you go to one of those parties ever again. Now, let’s eat some sandwiches, and then we’ll go find a playset for our children. Okay?” You nod your head. They were yours and Clark’s, Carter’s in spirit.

His hands slide around your middle, lips starting to nip around your neck, and you let out the most adorable giggle. “Clark, where are the kids?”

“Lottie is out front playing on hers and Henry’s new playset. The swings are her favorite. And I just laid Henry down for his nap,” he twists you around. Grabbing onto your waist harshly, he places you up on the counter. Planting his body in between your thighs.

Clark’s hands swipe away the baby hairs around your face, and he starts pressing soft kisses all over your face, “The kids.”

“Shh,” he whispers. His mouth moving behind your ear, following on down your neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for the life you’ve given me.”

“It’s me that should be thanking you.”

“Why’s that?” His head pops up, and those baby blue eyes bounce around your face. You smile up at him, biting your lip. “Honey, why should you thank me?”

“You saved us.”

”Us? What are you talking about, Cricket bug?”

Your hands roam up his chest, and around his neck, “You saved me and Lottie,” he starts shaking his head no, but you cup both his cheeks, grinning. “You did. You didn’t have to stay with me, with us. I was a wreck, and pregnant, and you made sure I ate, and…you loved me when I couldn’t love myself. You took care of her when I was still learning to cope. You kept us alive. And…”

“Please, stop. I did that because I love you, and her. And I love this life that we made.”

“Aww, Clark does have some sweetness, and not just need to fuck me.”

“You’re ruining this moment,” both yours and Clark’s heads look towards the door when you hear your daughter scream. “Lottie?” Jumping down off the counter, you head towards the front door. That is a scared scream.

—

Charlotte climbs up the slide ladder before going down it again. Stopping at the end of it, and she looks back at the house exasperated. Henry always had nap time when she wanted to play. Huffing, she moves over to the sandbox, starting to play with the tools while she waits on her brother’s short nap.

A man walks down the road to the house. His eyes look around the property longingly before stopping far enough in the distance to see Charlotte. Not close enough to alert her, but close to hear her voice. She sings a sweet little song while her fingers dig into the sand.

The man’s fingers run over the picket fence, it has been freshly painted, and he sighs. Walking a bit closer, the girl spots him, and gives him an odd look, “Are you here to see my mommy and daddy?”

“Daddy?”

“They’re inside,” she gives a point towards the front door, and the door is open. Letting a light breeze blow through it, but he can’t see anybody. “Mister?”

“Yeah,” he asks, squatting down to look at your daughter closer. She gives him a little giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Why do you have a beard? My daddy and grandpa don’t do that, no sir,” she said that word again. The man gulps before sitting down beside her. Sticking his hand in the sand. He picks up a wad of it before letting it fall back in the sandbox. “You don’t talk much.”

“I didn’t even know who I was for a long time.”

Scrunching up her nose, she looks at him funny. Giving a little scoot back, and even the man timidly scoots back, too. “What’s your name?”

“Charlotte. I was named after my angel daddy’s grandma,” the man gives her a soft smile, but then she looks into his eyes, “Why are you crying?”

“I’m overwhelmed right now.”

“Let me get my daddy. He’ll know what to do.”

“No,” he grabs her tightly, and she lets out a scream. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Charlotte, don’t scream.”

“Stop! Mommy!” The man goes to stand. Dropping her arm, and he sees the door open. “Mommy!” She turns running towards you, and you and him stare at each other for far too long. Seeing a tall shadow walk up behind you, he turns to leave.

You can’t believe what you saw. Trying to calm your breathing. It was all right, and so wrong, “Carter?” The man freezes, and Clark places a hand on your hip. “Carter Baizen?” Slowly he turns around to see you, but sees his former best friend behind you. “Carter?” He nods his head, and you gasp, covering your mouth.

Visions of your life with Carter flash through your mind. The moment a sweet little boy gave you a dandelion and told you he was going to marry you. Your first kiss behind the school house while Clark kept watch for the adults. The first time Carter touched you and you felt actual sparks fly between you. That first ‘I love you’. Every moment with your best friend, and the love of your life plays like the greatest story ever told.

Placing your daughter in Clark’s arms you walk over to him. It was him. A bit grown out and rough, but it was him. The same eyes. And the way he looked at you was the exact same. “I thought you were dead.”

“I did, too,” he looks back at Clark holding Charlotte, and then down to you. “What’s he doing here?” His eyes move towards your hand, noticing the ring on your finger. “No,” he shakes his head as tears stream down his face. “I told him not to fall in love.”

“What?”

“Carter, maybe we should go inside, and have a talk,” you look back at Clark. Unsure of what you need to feel. But Carter is alive, and he’s here. Clark turns with Charlotte still in his arms, but leaves you with your husband? Former husband?

“Cricket, what happened?”

“Life. Come on,” you aren’t sure what this means. Aren’t sure what you should think or react. But your Carter was right beside you. Following you into the house that you made a home with his best friend.

Getting into the living room with Clark now in Carter’s chair and Charlotte hugged up against him. “I’m sorry, bud. I couldn’t keep my promise,” hearing a creaking door, Carter’s eyes look down the hallway, and sees a little barefoot boy running towards you. Outstretched arms and calling for his mommy.

“This is my son, Henry Carter Kent,” Carter’s eyes slowly close. Swallowing the bile that threatens to rise up his throat. “Cricket, we can’t have this conversation with Lottie.”

”What comver — comversay — saytion…why can’t you talk in front of me?”

“Don’t make me do this,” Clark stares up at you shaking his head. Hoping you remembered the last ten minutes over right now. While you had happy memories flowing through your mind, he felt like his happy moments were being stole from him. “She won’t understand.”

“Tell me!” Charlotte grabs his cheeks, trying to get him to look at her, “Daddy, I wanna know.”

“What are we supposed to do with them?” Your words come out stiff. If you allow all the emotions to pour out you might just collapse on the floor. Everything is so overwhelming right now, and you don’t know what to think. What to do. What you had to do. Was yours and Clark’s marriage now a lie? What did this mean for your family? What did you want to do?

Carter was your everything. And then life happened and you settled into your new something. Yours and Clark’s relationship could be volatile at times. Things never flowed as easily as they did with Carter. But you two fought to make them work. Because you wanted to. Or did you just not want to be alone? And Clark was there accepting you when other men would turn away.

“Your folks can get them. Don’t make my daughter try and understand this,” Carter clears his throat, and Clark shakes his head no, pointing at him, “Don’t. She is mine. Cricket, honey, call your folks. I don’t want the kids to be part of this until…please, just don’t.”

“Can you give — just a moment. Clark’s right. Okay? They’ll be right here,” Carter nods. Having a seat on the couch in front of Clark, glaring. That was supposed to be his chair. His daughter. His home. His family.

His wife.

His life.

His everything.

It was all stolen from him. It should have been Clark.

Carter

or

Clark

A/N: Yes, this will be a choose your own adventure. So who do you choose? Carter or Clark? What is the right decision? is the decision for you or your children?

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Hot Summer in the City

"Welcome back, everyone. It's officially the first day of summer in NYC. It's shaping up to be one of the hottest summers on record..." Y/N groaned and rolled over to turn off the alarm. Today's the day. The day that's supposed to be dedicated to you. Your birthday.

You slowly opened up one eye and sat up in your four poster queen bed and threw the covers off and made your way to the bathroom, grabbing your phone on the way. You sat down and started going through all of the birthday messages and reacted accordingly. Not seeing any messages from the one person that you've been waiting for you put your phone down and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to see your parents but the only person who you see is one of your parents staff. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and saw a note from your mom telling you that your dad had an important business meeting in the Hamptons and couldn't reschedule and to use your father's Amex Black Card and celebrate your birthday in style. "Happy Birthday to me."

You went back to your room and flopped onto your bed and brought up the menu from your favorite restaurant and ordered the most expensive breakfast item. While you were waiting for the food to be delivered you got a text from your boyfriend Carter. It immediately brought a smile to your face, he told you that he'd be stopping by to spend the day with you. While you waited for your food to be delivered you decided to book a dinner reservation at the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the Upper East Side for your birthday dinner. A romantic dinner for you and Carter, all on Daddy's dime.

As you were on hold with the restaurant you heard a knock on your bedroom door, figuring it was your food being delivered you told whoever it was to leave it by the door but the knocking persisted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, putting your phone on speaker in case the restaurant picked up. You opened the door to find Carter standing there holding your food and a bouquet of your favorite flowers with balloons that said Happy 18th Birthday! You squealed and threw your arms around your boyfriend and started peppering kisses all over his handsome face. "You just made my day infinitely better, you know that?" You took the flowers from Carter and waltzed into your en suite bathroom looking for a vase.

Carter followed you into your room and shut the door. You filled the vase halfway with water and rearranged the flowers to your liking. You set them on your desk as it got the most sunlight, you looked over and saw Carter laying in your unmade bed. He looked so handsome in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey slacks and designer shoes. He had a tray of your favorite blueberry crepes with fresh fruit and jam drizzled with chocolate and cream cheese with a whip cream topping but the best part of it all was the candles Carter stuck in the whip cream.

Carter was looking at you like he wanted to eat you for breakfast and you felt the weight of his stare on you. "You look beautiful, birthday girl." His words causing you to blush because you probably had bed head. Carter patted the space next to him and you crawled into bed next to him and he kissed you gently on your lips. He tenderly cupped your face bringing you impossibly close to him and you smiled into the kiss whispering "You taste like coffee. "

That made him laugh "I had meetings all morning but I told them that something more important came up. Go ahead and blow out your candles and make a wish, Princess. " You closed your eyes and thought about what you wanted to wish for and you blew out the candles. You picked the candles out and set them to the side as Carter fed you a piece of the crepe and it had you moaning as it practically melted in your mouth. You dipped your finger in the whipped cream and put some on his lips.

You gently pushed Carter down on the mattress and straddled him. He put his hands behind his head and you kissed him again, the intoxicating mix of whip cream and Carter had you gently rolling your hips over his and his hands settled on your waist guiding your movements. You began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing your way down his chest, the sound of your harsh breathing mixed together as it filled the quiet morning air. You lightly dragged you fingers down his abs and started to unbuckle his belt and he lightly took your hands in his. "What'd you wish for?"

You sat up and looked down lovingly at him as you took his hands in yours, interlocking your fingers "I can't tell you otherwise it won't come true but I will say that you just being here with me means everything. " Carter sat up and caressed your cheek and chased your lips for another kiss. You played hard to get but ultimately let him win because he was just too damn tempting. His lips were so soft and you opened up so that he could taste you, tongues chasing each other as it grew heated. Carter started kissing your neck and you rocked your hips against his and he let out a throaty groan.

"Baby, we gotta stop." He moaned against your neck, he kissed the tender part of your throat and you whined as he pulled away. You looked at each other with lust in your eyes and you placed your hands on his shoulders. "Party pooper, " you pouted down at him and he kissed your lower lip. "Today is your special day and I want to take you out and celebrate you and everything that you mean to me. " You felt your eyes well up with unshed tears and you felt your throat tighten up so much that you couldn't speak.

"How's that sound to you?" You nodded your head enthusiastically and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I love you, Carter Baizen. " A megawatt grin appeared on his face "I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. Go get yourself ready, we're going to spend all day together. Doing whatever you want. " You clapped your hands together and gathered your stuff together and jumped in the shower.

Carter waited until he could hear you shut the glass shower door and the water start to run. He watched as you stepped under the spray of water and he turned his back to you and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He made a couple of phone calls and set up the latter portion of your date night. He wanted it to end on a high note because you deserved every second of it. You stepped out of the steam filled bathroom wrapped in your fluffy purple bath towel with a matching towel wrapped turban style over your wet hair.

He watched as you walked across your room to your walk in closet. You turned on the light and stood there with your hands on your hips. It was already scorching outside so you decided to wear something light and airy. You pulled a white cotton sundress off of the rack and laid it on your bed. You then went to your shoe closet and found the matching pair of espadrilles and set them at the foot of your bed.

You sat down at your vanity table and turned on the mirror lights. You started to moisturizer your face and apply a light coat of makeup, keeping it summer appropriate. You turned to find him watching you with a weird look on his face. "What's the matter?" Carter shook his head to snap himself out of his thoughts. "Nothing. I just realized that I have the prettiest girl in all of New York. "

You blushed as you grabbed your dress off your bed and went to your bathroom to change. Carter couldn't help himself as you walked past, he reached out and slapped your ass. His big palm stinging you. You gasped at the sensation and turned around to look at him he shrugged sheepishly. "One down, 17 to go."

You tenderly rubbed the spot and playfully stuck your tongue out at him and locked yourself into your bathroom so that you could get ready in peace. You carefully pulled your pajama shirt over your head so that you didn't mess up your hair and makeup. You slid into the dress but couldn't reach the zipper at the back. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror to make sure that nothing was smudged, you opened the door and called out "Could you please help me with my zipper?" Carter came up behind you and brushed your hair off of your neck, his fingers causing goose bumps as he lightly grasped the zipper. He kissed your neck just under your ear and pulled the zipper along the track.

"Up, not down." You felt him smirk into your neck as he brought the zipper all the way up. "Now you're being the party pooper Y/N." You turned in his embrace and his hands slid down and he gave your ass a quick squeeze.

"Anticipation makes things better." You sat on the edge of your bed and put your sandals on. You stood up, running your hands down the bodice of your dress checking for wrinkles. Finding none, you were ready to begin your birthday. "What's first on the agenda for today?" You asked as he took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.

"I thought that we'd start with a gondola ride in Central Park, how does that sound?" Carter ushered you outside and into the waiting town car. He leaned forward to let the driver know where to go. As the partition rolled up, you kissed Carter on the cheek and rested your head on his shoulder, he dropped a kiss on your forehead. You rode together in comfortable silence and arrived at Central Park and you went to open your car door but Carter beat you to it. He held out his hand for yours and you gently placed your hand in his and let him help you out of the car.

He placed his hand at the small of your back and steered you towards the waterfront. Carter payed the gondolier and he got into the boat first and then helped you in. You sat down next to him and he placed his hand on your exposed leg. You smiled at him as the boat ride started and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "Thank you. "

"For what?" He asked as gently squeezed your shoulder. "For this" you motioned to your surroundings. "For today. For getting me out of the house. For everything. "

"It's your day and as long as you're happy that's all that matters to me." Carter brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "You make me very happy." The gondolier steered the boat back into place and Carter helped you out and you watched as he tipped the man for his services. You linked arms and started walking down the shaded path.

"Are you ready for your next surprise?" You nodded your head and let him guide you further down the path to where there was a horse and carriage waiting. You gasped and turned to him and he knew that he had succeeded. "Can I pet the horse?" You asked the gentleman who was standing next to them. "Of course you can, I even have some sugar cubes that you can feed her." You held out your hand and he placed the two cubes in your outstretched palm.

Carter watched as you fed the horse it's treats and he held out his hand for you. "Your chariot awaits." That got a giggle out of you and you let him help you into the carriage and he placed a light blanket over your knees. "I can't wait to see what else you've got up your sleeve." You waited until Carter got himself situated and he sat down next to you.

"I hope that it lives up to your expectations, we've got the whole day and night ahead of us." You looked up at him and kissed him not caring who could see. "I'm the luckiest girl in all of New York." You whispered against his warm lips and he felt your smile and he deepened the kiss as he wrapped you in his arms. "That must mean that I'm the luckiest guy in New York."

He helped you down from the carriage and you had some extra sugar cubes for the horse. You thanked them both for the ride and watched as Carter tipped the man and walked towards you. He led you to a quiet, secluded spot by the water and saw that he had a picnic all set up. A blanket layed out over the grass with a picnic basket set to the side. He took your hand in his and led you to the spot.

He stretched out over the blanket and you sat down next to him. He popped the champagne; your favorite Strawberry Moscato and handed you a glass. The bubbles tickled your nose and you took a sip of the fruity drink. You watched as he laid the food out. Freshly cut strawberries with chocolate to dip them in.

Watermelon, southern style potato salad, mini cold cut sliders, pasta salad, strawberry lemonade, peach cobbler and a cupcake with your initials on it. "Carter, this is an insane amount of food, there's no way that we can eat all of this." He shrugged nonchalantly and popped a strawberry into his mouth and saw you watching him. You watched as he took another strawberry from the glass dish and brought it up to your lips and you opened up for him and moaned as some of the juice from the fruit trickled down your lips and Carter leaned in and licked it off. He kissed your lips and you let him deepen the kiss, your tongue clashing with his.

He smiled into your lips. "Good enough to eat." You felt the blush creep up your neck and you hope that no one saw or heard you. You glanced around and saw that it was just the two of you. "I can't wait to see what you have planned next. The boat ride, the carriage ride. You definitely brought your A game."

Carter started packing up the food and you folded the blanket. "Nothing but the best for my girl." He slung his arm around your shoulder and you held his hand as he kissed your forehead. You walked towards the waiting town car and he opened the door for you and handed the food and basket to the driver. Carter joined you in the back as the driver put the food and blanket in the trunk of the car.

You let out a yawn and rested your head on his shoulder. Carter chuckled as you shut your eyes. "Worn you out already? It's not even 2 o clock yet." You opened one eye and peeked up at him. "I'm just recharging for the rest of the day, I promise."

You dozed comfortably until you felt Carter gently shaking your shoulder. You rubbed your eyes and sat up as Carter opened his door and you slid out on his side. You held his hand as he dismissed the driver until later tonight. He talked to the doorman for a few seconds and then led you inside his apartment building and into the elevator. It opened up on the top floor to the penthouse.

You stopped in the foyer to remove your sandals and with bleary eyes you could see that he had arranged for a masseuse to give you a hot stone massage. Candles were lit and placed around the apartment, and you could faintly smell lavender as the masseuse handed you the fluffiest robe to change into. You looked for Carter and saw him leaning against the door, "Inga is the best at Swedish massages. You enjoy your massage and I'm going to make some phone calls. After I have some people coming over to do your hair and makeup for tonight. And they'll have some dresses for you to choose from."

You squealed with happiness and threw your arms around his neck and leaned into him. "You definitely will be rewarded handsomely for spoiling me today." His hands settled on your waist and he gave your hips a gentle but firm squeeze. He kissed the tip of your nose and looked at you lovingly. "Enjoy your massage, I'll just be in my office if you need me for anything."

You nodded and made your way into Carter's bathroom to change into your robe. It felt like heaven on your skin and you neatly folded your dress and left it sitting on his bathroom sink. You walked back into the living room where Inga was waiting with a white linen sheet held up so that you could take the robe off and lie on the table. She adjusted the sheet so that it covered your lower half, leaving your back exposed. Inga poured some baby oil onto your back and began rubbing your back and neck.

You didn't think that it was possible for you to be any more relaxed but you felt yourself melting into the table as she released all of the tension from your back and shoulders. You must have fallen asleep because the next thing that you knew was that there was a knock on the door and Inga was blowing out the candles and cleaning up. You grabbed the robe and tied it around your waist as Carter entered the room and answered the door. As Inga was leaving the makeup people were setting up to do your hair and makeup and the apartment doorman rolled in a rack of designer dresses and shoes. Carter was instructing them on where they could set up.

He went to your side and you leaned into him. "I'm going to take a quick shower and wash off the baby oil. Is that ok?" He kissed your lips quickly and smiled at you. "Of course it is. Take as long as you need to. I'm going to get changed and finish up some calls. I can't wait to see what you pick out for tonight."

After your shower you put back on the robe and sat down in the makeup chair as the young lady stepped behind you and began to blow dry and straighten your hair. "I'm Miranda and I'll be in charge of your hair and makeup tonight. You tell me what you want done." You introduced yourself as well, "I'm Y/N and I honestly don't know where he's taking me tonight so I think that we'll keep it simple. I'd like some loose curls and I think that I'll go with a smoky eye and nude lipstick."

Miranda nodded her approval and began to work her magic on you, asking you what the special occasion was and you filled her in on today's activities. "Well, happy birthday to you Y/N." She finished curling and styling your hair as she moved onto your makeup. "Thank you. It's been a really good day. I feel like that's not an accurate description but I don't have the words to describe how wonderful it's been. "

She applied the makeup and spun you around in the chair so that you could finally see the finished product. You couldn't believe that it was you staring back in the mirror. You loved how you looked and thanked Miranda profusely. "You're so very welcome and I'm happy to be a part of making your day special." You hugged each other and she began to pack up her makeup and supplies.

You walked her to the door and thanked her again. The apartment was empty besides for Carter who you could hear talking on the phone behind his closed study door. You went to where they left the rack of clothing and started looking at the various dresses: some long, some short, some mid length. All different colors: vibrant reds, charcoal greys, pretty purples, too much to choose from. You felt overwhelmed and hesitantly knocked on his door.

You heard Carter end the phone call and he opened the door to see you standing there looking beautiful in your bathrobe. "I know that you want everything including tonight to be a surprise but can I get a little hint about what we're going to be doing so I kinda have an idea on how to dress." You finally got a good look at him and saw that he had changed into a nice pair of designer jeans and a black button up shirt. "Something that you can wear a jacket with. It might get a bit windy. " You took that into consideration as you settled on a navy blue Herve Leger bandage dress that you paired with a pair of Louboutin stilettos and a tailored jacket.

You put the finishing touches on your look by spraying some Chanel No. 5 on both of your wrists and behind your ears. Carter slipped on a black leather jacket that matched his designer motorcycle boots and took your hand in his as he led out of the penthouse apartment and you got into the service elevator that took you all the way up to the roof. You gasped as you saw a helicopter waiting with the door open. You were speechless as Carter shook hands with the pilot and beckoned you over. Carter helped you inside and handed you the headset as you buckled yourself in.

The megawatt grin on your face made it all worth it. "We're going to have a romantic flight over New York and have dinner at the best steakhouse in the upper east side. " The pilot started the helicopter and took off over the city. You were mesmerized by the city lights and you couldn't believe that this was your life currently. You leaned over and kissed him as a thank you and couldn't help but pointing out things in excitement.

15 minutes later the pilot landed on top of the building where the owner of the restaurant was waiting to lead you inside. You held onto Carter's hand as you followed him down the dimly lit stairwell. Inside was a lone table with two chairs and candles on every imaginable surface. Carter pulled out your chair for you and sat across from you. The waiter brought over the most expensive bottle of champagne and poured two glasses and handed each of you a menu.

"Cheers, Baby. I hope that everything has lived up to your expectations." You clinked the glasses together and both of you took a sip. "Do you remember when you asked me what I wished for?" Carter nodded and waited for you to continue. "Everything has been pretty much what I wanted. Just to be with you. It wouldn't have mattered what we did."

Carter winked at you as the waiter brought out the hor d'oeuvres. Everything smelled delicious as you helped yourself. The next course was a caprese salad and prosciutto wrapped melon that had you salivating. The main course was a pork tenderloin that was cooked to perfection with grilled vegetables and stuffed cherry peppers. You couldn't take another bite and thanked the owner for everything.

Carter settled up on the bill and led you outside the restaurant to a waiting stretch limo that would take you back to his penthouse apartment. Your feet were killing you and Carter pulled your feet into his lap and took the heels off of you and gently started massaging your feet. You let out a moan as he rubbed the bottom of your feet. "That feels really amazing, I can't thank you enough for everything. The whole day was everything I could have wanted and more."

"I can think of one way that you can thank me." He gave you a cheeky grin and you lightly slapped him on the chest. The driver pulled up to the building and Carter stepped out first and turned to pick you up and carry you bridal style as your heels dangled from your fingertips. He carried you inside until you were in the elevator. He pushed the PH button and the elevator began it's slow ascent. You were beginning to feel the effects of the champagne and couldn't wait until you got to the apartment.

You started kissing his neck and he smelled like Calvin Klein and tasted even better. He let out a low moan and tipped his head back to give you better access. His hands tangled in your hair and brought your lips to his as he deepened the kiss. He spun you around so that your back was against the wall and he gripped your hips, bunching up your dress as he slid his hand up your thigh, he was almost at the junction of your thighs when the elevator doors opened and you jumped as if struck by lightning. The only sound was both of you breathing heavily.

He lightly grasped your hand and led you into the dark apartment. The only light source was coming from the huge picture window that looked over the city. He set your shoes down in the foyer and helped you out of your jacket and took his off and tossed it on the back of the chair. He toed his boots off and picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You gasped and swatted at his back.

He pushed open the bedroom door and gently set you down next to the foot of the bed and you felt yourself sink into the plush carpeting. He made his way around his California king size bed and took his Rolex off. Your breathing was coming in rapid bursts and you watched him as eyed you hungrily and stalked back over to where you were standing. He stood in front of you and began rolling up his sleeves so that you could see his tan, toned forearms. He sat down on the bed and motioned for you to come over.

You did as he asked and he ran his hand up the back of your thigh. "What are you doing?" He could barely hear you and he leaned forward to whisper "I'm delivering on my promise to give you the rest of your birthday spankings. Come here, sweetheart." He took your hand in his and pulled you forward and helped you lay across his lap. You nervously complied, gulping as you laid yourself across his long legs.

He gently and reverently ran his hand across your plump backside. "I want you to count for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?" You nodded your head yes and bit your bottom lip. He saw your hesitation and pulled your lip out from in between your teeth. "What's your safeword Y/N?" You looked over your shoulder at him and whispered "Daisies. "

"Good girl." He praised you and it went right to your core. You moaned out and he began rubbing your butt. "I bet you're fucking soaked for me." He lifted his hand and you winced in anticipation.

He brought his right hand down on your ass with a sharp crack. "One." You whispered. He smacked you again and again, you counting out each time. By the time he was finally finished both of you were breathing erratically.

He helped you stand up on shaky legs. "Lift your arms for me." You did as he asked and he knelt in front of you. He ran his hands up your long legs, bunching up your dress as he went. He noticed the wet spot on the front of your white lace panties and he groaned at the sight of you.

"I fucking knew it. Goddamn." He leaned forward to kiss your mound and your hands automatically dropped down to his hair and pushed him to where you needed him most desperately. "Ah ah ah," he tsked. "Good girls keep their hands up."

You whined and reluctantly did as told. He stood up and pulled your dress over your head. He tossed it to the side and looked you up and down. You shivered, partly from the central air conditioning and partly from the anticipation. You nervously played with the lace edge of your panties.

He reached out and hooked a finger in the edge of your underwear. He pulled them down your legs and you held onto his broad shoulders as you stepped out of them. He kissed your lower abdomen and stood up, "lay down for me on the edge of the mattress and spread those pretty thighs for me baby girl." You did as he said and he groaned at the sight of you glistening in the psle moonlight that was filtering in the room. He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud and his tongue shot out and he licked a strip up your core.

Your back arched off the mattress and you pulled his hair in an attempt to control the out of control feeling as he devoured your pussy. "So fucking sweet." His dirty words had you gasping for air. He sucked on your clit and gently inserted one finger, and then another. All in search of your sweet spot.

He curved his fingers and hit that exact spot. It had you thrashing your head back and forth as he mumbled against your pussy lips," fucking found your sweet spot, I feel you gripping my fingers so fucking tight. You wanna cum for me?" You couldn't speak it felt so good you just barely nodded your head yes. That sent him into overdrive, adding another finger and sucking your clit like it was his last meal. You gripped his head with your thighs, not caring about anything else except your release.

You came all over his face and you collapsed into the mattress a sweaty mess, your hair plastered to your forehead. Your chest rising and falling as you came down from your high. He groaned at the sight of you like that, he began unbuttoning his shirt and he whipped it to the side. You heard his belt buckle as he undid it and tossed it to the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor. His jeans came off next, his black boxer briefs barely containing his rapidly growing length.

He shucked his underwear off and spit in his hand as he began to rub it up and down his length. His breathing matching yours as he stroked himself. "Carter, please. I need you." You practically begged him.

"Fuck, " he muttered under his breath. "You sat up on your elbows as you looked up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked hesitantly, hoping that you didn't do anything to make him mad at you. He saw the worried look on your face and quickly assured you that it has nothing to do with you at all. "I don't have any condoms, " he looked down at you sheepishly.

You smiled at him sweetly, "is that all? I'm clean. I'm on birth control. I'm ok with it if you are." You held your breath as he let his breath go. He grinned down at you and crawled into the bed with you.

He kissed your lips and you could taste yourself on his lips. You moaned and he stuck his tongue into your mouth and you met him halfway. You gently guided his massive length to your entrance and he dropped his head into your shoulder and groaned. He gently pushed his full length into you and bottomed out. He began to thrust lightly as you gripped his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his back as he began to pick up speed.

The headboard was bouncing off the wall and you were both grateful that he has no neighbors. He brought his right hand down and found your sensitive bud, he had you gasping against his lips as began to play with you. His hips began to stutter erratically as he was getting close. "I need you to cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock. "

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge and he could feel it as you gripped him as tightly as you could and he was pounding into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead onto your bouncing chest. "Give it to me, fucking cum on my cock baby. " You felt yourself fall over the edge and he came quickly after you. He collapsed onto you and he kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes for him. He gently brushed the sweaty hair off of your face as he whispered quietly to you in the still of the night, "happy birthday, Y/N. I love you so fucking much. "With tears in your eyes you whispered back to him, "I love you too. With everything I have. "

He rolled you over so you were laying on top of him, he covered you with the blanket and you snuggled into his chest as he wrapped you up in his arms. You put your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat as it lulled you to sleep. You faintly heard him whisper that he loves you and you let the darkness claim you, knowing that he loves you. You drifted off just having had the best birthday ever.

~fin~

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[barnesafterglow]

can't wait to have you

summary: you love carter, and carter can never wait to have you

pairing: carter baizen x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: first person pov, sex in a public setting, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), the gossip girl timeline is blurry but these are all adults i promise, rich kids being rich kids, implied voyeurism

a/n: here's another installment of kinktober! i know it's past the usual dates but i loved all these prompts so much and i wanted to make sure i got all of them. this is also my first time writing a fic in first person, so i hope it's good! thank you to anyone who's still reading, and please make sure to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

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“Stop that,” I hissed as I slapped Carter’s hands away. “You do realize that my grandmother is right across the room?”

“Baby, half your family is in this room,” he said as he crept his hand back up the material of my dress.

When I asked Carter to come with me to this charity event tonight, I made him swear there would be no funny business. I shivered as I remembered the last time I had let him come to an event with me - it ended with me wrapped in a blanket, half-naked, in the back of a police car, and the loss of a pair of very expensive shoes. Not to even mention the bail I had to post for Carter in the morning.

I was not letting that happen again. But I was also a sucker for Carter Baizen.

“And you can put your hands wherever you want after,'' I said as I grabbed his hand and shoved it into his lap, “we get through the night.”

“You’re no fun when your mom is around.”

“My mom isn’t fun to be around.” And, as if she could hear me besmirching her name, she appeared on the other end of the table.

“Dear, why don’t you come with me?” It wasn’t a suggestion, no matter how polite she made it seem. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

She turned to walk away, knowing I had no choice but to follow, and of course she headed directly towards Nate Archibald. 

Nate and I had never dated - his parents had been planning on him marrying Blair since the moment he was born - but my mother seemed dead set on changing their minds. No matter the fact that I had been dating Carter since I was 18, right after he got through his “I’m giving up the family money and creating my own fate” phase, which, let’s be honest, was not his smartest move.

“Nate,” I greeted politely as I approached him and Blair. “Blair, I’ve missed you.”

I gave her an air kiss on each cheek and pulled her in for a tight hug, whispering in her ear, “I’m sorry in advance for whatever bullshit my mother is about to say.”

She laughed, squeezing around my shoulders before pulling away.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Despite what nearly everyone in our lives thought - though we never gave them any reason to - Blair and I had always been good friends. It had been rocky for a bit, when my mother first started to push Nate and I together. But she quickly realized I had no interest in him outside of keeping my mother off my ass, and her, Serena, and I bonded closely. Nothing like insane mothers to bring three girls together.

In addition to not caring about Nate, I had been in love with Carter for as long as I could remember. Long before he had become mine.

Speaking of, I turned my head to look back at him - even as Nate and I chatted in order to appease my mother - but my heart dropped when I saw he wasn’t at our table anymore.

Then I felt his warm hand on my waist, and the worry melted from my body.

“Sorry to steal her away, but there’s something urgent she has to attend to.” The smugness in his voice was evident even without seeing the smirk on his face, and I rolled my eyes.

“You know how Carter is, can’t go five minutes without my attention,” I laughed, pressing a kiss to Nate’s cheek and saying my goodbyes before linking my hand with Carter’s and letting him pull me along. 

Of course, he was headed straight for the double doors that led to the lobby of The Empire.

“Baby, what are you doing? I can’t leave yet.”

“Don’t worry, we’re not leaving.” Right outside the doors, he pulled you into a dimly lit hallway, and I knew exactly where this was heading.

“Carter, no.” But the giddiness in my voice betrayed my real feelings as he pushed me against the wall, lips coming down over mine.

I could already feel his hand rucking the skirt of my dress up, wrapping my leg around his waist.

His lips moved down my jaw, latching onto my neck. I was glad for the cool weather finally coming down in the city so I could wear a turtleneck and not have to face the speculation of the tabloids - they were forever trying to say Carter or I were cheating on each other, despite the fact that he had been my first and would be my last.

“Look so pretty, baby, you can’t expect me to keep my hands to myself,” he said hotly against my exposed collarbone, leaving a mark there too.

“Can you not wait for me to at least grab my coat and get home?”

“Absolutely not.” And I believed him without a doubt. He was insatiable.

One hand remained on my waist while the other slid under my dress, tracing its way along my thigh until he reached my core.

“You’re not even wearing any panties, don’t tell me you don’t want this.”

“Of course I want it, asshole. I always want you.” My hands came up to his shoulders, pushing lightly. “Now get on your knees or get off of me.”

He was quick to obey - he always was, with me, though no one would believe it unless they saw it. And without hesitation, he pushed the fabric of my dress up, lifting my leg to rest on his shoulder, until I was exposed to him.

He stared for a moment, as if I were something he hadn’t seen a thousand times, before he looked up at me, pressing a gentle kiss to my clit. That alone was enough to draw a whine from me.

That was another thing people didn’t expect - how gentle he was. Don’t get me wrong, he could manhandle me just as well, but he also loved to take it nice and slow, dragging out my pleasure until I was begging him.

Which, apparently, he was not interested in doing tonight. He wasn’t gentle for more than a second before he was completely buried in between my thighs. He lapped at my pussy like a man starving, expertly swirling his tongue around my clit while one hand pushed harshly on my hip to pin me to the wall and he slipped two fingers inside me with the other.

I had to bite down on my fist to keep my moan contained when a group of people walked out of the ballroom. It hit me then just how close we were to the potential of being caught. The light of the opened door stopped mere inches before it could expose our figures, and that only served to turn Carter on even more.

He moved his mouth with even more vigor, and I gripped his hair and clenched my teeth as I came around his fingers.

As I came down from my orgasm, he wasted no time in standing up - keeping my leg to wrap around his waist again - and unbuckling his pants as he kissed me.

I moaned again at the taste of myself on his lips and he swallowed the sound. He kept his lips steadily moving against mine as he pushed into me, and the sweet burn of him stretching me out was dizzying.

He rocked his hips, still keeping his lips on mine, and I whimpered into his mouth. No matter how many times I had him, he never failed to make my head spin with pleasure. 

That was the best thing about being with someone for so long - you got to know each other so well that making the other feel good was second nature.

Because of the time constraint, he moved even more quickly than normal, reaching his hand between us to rub circles on my clit, and I dropped my head onto his shoulder, letting the feeling build inside me until the tightly wound coil in me snapped.

The feeling of me squeezing around him pushed Carter over the edge and his thrusts stuttered until he was spilling into me, still pumping his hips until he was so oversensitive he let out a pitiful moan.

When he finally pulled out, he kept his hand on my center, using two fingers to push his release back into me.

“Can’t let my girl walk around all messy,” he said, kissing me sweetly, as if that wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

I rolled my eyes and helped him fix his pants, slipping my hand into his to step back into the light, when I saw Chuck Bass standing right outside the doors to the ballroom.

“Thanks for the show,” he said, patting Carter on the back as he walked past us.

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[madhatterbri]

The Devil Wears Prada | C.B.

Summary: Reader catches the eye of the devil himself.

"Avoid the devil himself tonight, and you'll survive the upper Eastside," the woman altering your dress advised. You had just finished telling her how excited you were to be visiting your cousin, Nate. You two were so close until you moved to Miami.

"Devil? Who is the devil?" You asked while staring at your reflection in the mirror. The woman did wonders on your dress. You couldn't wait to attend the Heaven and Hell ball.

"Carter Baizen, dear, if he sticks his claws in you, it is all over," she warned.

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"I still can't believe you are here," Nathaniel Archibald smiled, walking around the different guests with you. Your arm linked with his as the two of you made your way towards his friends. "Last time we hung out this long, we played with my car set,"

You smiled and chuckled. "I know. This is all still so unreal. I'm glad our moms finally made up,"

Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at a boy staring at you. He wore a Prada suit. A black devil mask covered his appearance from the nose up. Despite you catching him looking at you, he never looked away.

"Hey Nate, who is," You turned your head and stopped when your cousin was gone. He must have seen Blair with some other man. Your poor cousin was still so in love with her. You turned your attention back to the bar, but now the mysterious man stood next to you.

"Care for a dance?" The man asked and opened his hand to her. He bowed, waiting for you to answer him. A blush flushed your cheeks. The last thing you were expecting was an offer for a dance. The man was definitely your type. Well dressed, handsome, and confident you couldn't possibly say no.

Wordlessly, you slipped your hand in his. He looks up at you with a devilish smile. His face moves closer to your hand and kisses the top of it. Your stomach feels as if a thousand butterflies have been released in there.

He never let's go of your hand. His fingers laced with yours as he led you to the dance floor. You look at all the other dancers. A sea of angels dancing with devils. The scene was so elegant. Miami never had parties like this.

The mystery man spun you around before wrapping an arm around your waist. You placed an arm on his shoulder. Your fingers glided over his neck. He shivered at your soft touch. His other hand held yours.

You followed his lead, never quite being a fan of ballroom dancing. In Miami, you were more known in the club scene. Those people didn't care what you looked like or what you did. They just wanted to unwind. The mystery man spins you around. On your way back to face him, he moves his lips close to your ear.

"I know everyone in the Upper East Side. How have I never seen you before?" He asked.

"I moved away when I was young. I've lived in Miami ever since," you answered.

"Archibald's cousin then? I remember hearing about you," he said.

"Yeah, are you friends with my cousin?"

He smirked. "Something like that,"

The music continued to play. Your cousin and his friends are a distant memory to you. He was different from your regular scene, but this man made it fun. He joked with you a couple of times. His eyes filled with glee every time you laughed. After a few songs, he spoke to you again.

"You want to go somewhere quieter? They have stairs to a balcony," he asked.

"Lead the way," you answered. As much as he was great, hearing the same classical notes was starting to bore you.

He laced your fingers in his and led you away from the ball. The classical music sounded quieter the higher you made it up the stairs. He held the door open for you once you arrived.

"Oh, wow," you gasped in amazement. The city lights lit up the night sky. Illuminated skyscrapers were your favorite part. They looked like they cast a beam of light to Heaven. "How did you know about this place?"

"My dad owns the building," he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You walked to the glass fence and smiled. Your eyes filled with amazement. Carter stood behind you. His hands rubbed your waist as you looked on. There was no way you could ever go back to Miami now.

"How long are you here for?" Carter asked and rested his head on yours.

"Another week. My aunt has offered for me to stay with her and Nate, but I'm not sure,"

"I think you should stay," he spoke and moved his head from yours. He took a step back to admire you.

You raised an eyebrow and turned your head. "Why?"

"So I can do this any time I want," he whispered and kissed your lips. You placed your hands on his neck. Back home, you would have never kissed a man you didn't know. New York was definitely different than Miami. Your phone buzzed in your purse.

"It's probably Nate. I have to go," you sighed. "It was nice meeting you...."

"Carter,"

The woman's warning played in your head, yet you ignored it. "See you around, Carter,"

Spotted: Golden Boy's little cousin meeting the real-life devil. Careful, Y/N, or you might get burned.

#fanfiction #gossip girl fanfiction #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen fanfiction #carter baizen #carter baizen x you #carter baizen x y/n

[sebastiansluts]

Kinktober - Day 11

Kinktober Masterlist

Carter Baizen x Reader; dub!con, stepcest, stepbro!carter, handjob, dirty talk

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Your step brother Carter was a pain in your ass. Oftentimes literally, because Carter was an ass man. He couldn’t help himself from slapping it or groping it whenever he walked by, and every time you two did anything remotely sexual, his hands were on it or his fingers were in it. 

“God Carter!” you shouted as you walked by him as he sat on the couch and his hand smacked down on your ass, sound reverberating in the empty room. He smirked at you, before flicking his gaze down, trailing the curve of your ass in your jeans. 

“Yes little sis? Something on your mind?” Carter grinned when you huffed, shoving his head to the side as you sat beside him. 

“Yeah, how you’re a prick,” you muttered, crossing your arms. Carter snickered, then rested his hand on your thigh, slowly sliding it up and in until he was cupping your pussy. 

“You want my prick baby? Just say the word,” he murmured, breathing across your neck, your head automatically tilting to the side to give him more room. He pulled back, chuckling and you smacked his arm. 

“You’re such a-” you stopped yourself, but Carter laughed anyway.

“I know, you just can’t stop thinking about big brother’s dick, well here you are, have at it,” he gestured to his crotch, jeans already undone. You rolled your eyes, sitting back against the couch, determined to ignore him, but you couldn’t help sneak a peek. You sighed, stuck your jaw out in resignation, then sat up and straddled Carter’s lap. His hands immediately went to your ass, palming it as you pulled his dick free from his underwear. 

“Fuck…yeah baby, just like that,” Carter groaned, head falling to the back of the couch, looking at you through heavy lidded eyes. He sighed easily, relaxing, hands sliding into your back pockets and squeezing your ass. “Mmm, this tight ass little sis? Shit, gonna have to fuck you later baby, need to feel you squeezin’ on me.” You bit your lip, holding back a moan at his words, but he thumbed your lip free from your teeth and you whimpered. 

“You like that idea baby? How do you want it this time? Hands and knees like the bitch you are? Or maybe you can ride me, backwards, let me look at that ass of yours. Maybe I’ll just fuck that ass finally, ‘stead of just looking at it.” Your hand tightened on his dick as you stroked it, your eyes wide at his words, your pussy clenching. “Yeah, I know that look little sis, you want it. Gonna fuckin’ fill your ass til you’re dripping baby, shit…shitshit!” Carter swore as you jerked him roughly and he came, spurting over your hand and dribbling down your wrist. You worked him through his orgasm then let go, sliding off his lap, knocking his hands away from your ass as you stood up to wash your hands. 

“I meant it sis, I’m fucking that ass of yours tonight.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #carter baizen #carter baizen smut #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x you #carter baizen x y/n #smut #no y/n #reader insert

[incorrectanything]

Y/N: Carter? That's a great name!

Carter: You like my name? You should hear my phone number.

#incorrect gossip girl #gossip girl #carter baizen #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x you #carter baizen x y/n #incorrect carter baizen

[xcaptain-winterx]

Carter Baizen Masterlist 

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

#carter baizen #gossip girl #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x you #carter baizen x y/n #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters

[buckysswinter]

☽ angst|❁ dark|♡ fluff|✧ smut (18+)

sebastian stan

lee bodecker

right where you left me ☽

all you had to do was stay (pt 2 to right where you left me) ☽ ♡

carter baizen

cruel summer ☽ ✧

the way i loved you (pt 2 to cruel summer) ☽ ✧

frank (!eb)

‘tis the damn season ✧ ☽

last time (pt 2 to ‘tis the damn season) ♡ ✧

nick fowler

never ending story (mini series) ☽

mickey henry

#sebastian stan drabble #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes angst #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x you #frank endings beginnings #nick fowler mini series #nick fowler x you #nick fowler fic #nick fowler angst

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mom Is Dating An Actor » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend/Mom!Reader with daughter Abby and son Ben

Summary: Y/N’s daughter and son find out that she’s dating an actor.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

“You’re here!” You greeted Sebastian with a hug.

Sebastian smiles and wrapped his arm around your waist securely and used his other one to close the door. He gently set you on the floor and kissed you sweetly.

“I missed you.” You say against his lips.

“I missed you more, baby.” Sebastian says, pulling you closer to him.

You smiled against his lips and took his hand in yours, leading him to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“Where’s your son and daughter?” Sebastian asks.

“Their friend’s mom is giving them a ride home. They should be home soon.” You tell him.

You moved closer to him and Sebastian wrapped his arm around you.

“Are you nervous to meet them?” You asked, looking up at him.

“A little. I just want to make a good first impression for them.” He says.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” You take his hand in yours. “They’ll love you.” You say with a reassuring smile.

Sebastian smiles and leaned down to kiss you. That’s when the door opened and closed.

“Mom, we’re home!” Your 13 year old son Ben shouts.

“Are you home?” Your 13 year old daughter Abby asks.

“Living room!” You shouted back.

Their jaws dropped the second they walked in the living room and saw Sebastian.

“Abby, Ben, this is my boyfriend—” Abby and Ben interrupted you.

“Carter Baizen!” “Bucky Barnes!” Abby and Ben say at the same time in surprise.

Sebastian chuckles at their surprised state and stood up, holding out his hand for them to shake which they did.

“I’m assuming you two already know who I am. Your mom told me all about you guys.” Sebastian says with a smile.

Abby and Ben nodded their heads. They were so surprised that they didn’t know what to say.

“So you and our mom are dating?” Abby asks Sebastian.

“Yes we are.” Sebastian says with a smile and wraps his arm around your waist.

“This is the coolest thing ever!” Ben says excitedly.

“Mom is dating an actor!” Abby says excitedly.

You and Sebastian laughed at their excitement.

“So you two are ok with me having a boyfriend?” You asked them.

“More than ok.” Ben says.

“We just want you to be happy.” Abby says.

You smiled and gave them a hug.

“How about you two do your homework and we can go get something to eat.” Sebastian suggested.

They nodded and went to their bedrooms to do their homework.

“I think it’s safe to say that they love you.” You say, hugging Sebastian.

Sebastian kissed you in agreement.

“I love you, Sebby.” You say against his lips.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Sebastian says softly, smiling against your lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan one shot #sebastian stan imagine #mom!reader

[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

⋆

Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

#fem!reader #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #carter baizen #carter baizen x reader #knives out #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #sebastian stan #chris evans #woc!reader #poc!reader #black!reader

[extremelyblackandwhite]

“why do you get so grumpy during christmas time?” with carter

pairing: carter baizen x reader

12 days of christmas - day 9

      - Oh, c’mon Carter! - she followed him into the bedroom. 

They lived in New York, one of the most magical cities in the world during the most magical season of the year - yet, her boyfriend refused to actually do anything which could be considered Christmasy. She thought she’d convinced him to go shop down 5th Avenue, but he quit after buying himself a nice watch at Cartier telling her there was no use to go window shopping. Today, she’d woken up feeling like ice skating and seeing the Rockefeller Christmas tree - something which her boyfriend had replied a very quick no. 

       - Y/N, I can drop you at the Rockefeller but I won’t be there parading in the cold and pretending to be happy about it. 

       - It’s the most wonderful time of the year, Carter. 

       - Says who?

       - Andy Williams. - she crossed her arms. - And your girlfriend, which is enough people to solidify a statement. 

Carter rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s statement. He thought she’d be happy when he agreed to spend Christmas with her family; however, she seemed to constantly want to do something else. She was crazy about Christmas, as if she was a direct descendent from Buddy the Elf or one of the elves from the Santa Clause. Everyday since Halloween ended, he can hear her singing Deck the Halls, or worse, Mariah Carey.

       - Why are you so grumpy during Christmas Time? You’re not nearly this Grinchy around Halloween or Thanksgiving. 

       - I’m not grumpy, Y/N. You’re just too frazzle and dazzle during Christmas time, darling. 

       - I am not, Carter. It’s my favourite season of the year and I adore you, so I wanna spend it with you. 

       - I know you mean well. - he sighed. - I just don’t like Christmas. Just another season. 

       - Why not?

       - Well, darling, your family are normal. Mine aren’t. They were never around and the only person around to watch me open gifts or eat Christmas dinner were the staff and nanny. I’d like not to be reminded of that time. 

      - But that was when you were a kid. - she sat on his lap. - You’re my boyfriend. My family adores you, we can make our new memories. 

      - Until you get tired of me and I have to have that as part of the memories.

      - I will never get tired of you. Even if you are a grumpy grump about my favourite time of the year. 

      - Will taking you to see the stupid tree making it better?

      - Are you coming?

      - Yes.

      - Then yes, seeing the stupid tree will make me feel much better. 

[strawboorybunny]

Betrayed

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.

-

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.”

-

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.

-

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.

-

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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[starbuckie]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 2k words

warnings: talks about hookups, little steamy because carter is horny, y/n is pining and in denial, autumn being the cutie pie she is (but only for a few moments), birthday planning, a buttload of fluff

summary: nine months after a new years hookup, little autumn eloise baizen-l/n was born. now, nearly a full year after her birth, nothing has changed except for carter and y/n, co-parents and occasional fuck buddies, planning for their baby’s first birthday. it should be simple, easy, straightforward. anything unlike the feelings they harbor for each other.

a/n: reminder that today is @barnesafterglow​ ‘s birthday and this is dedicated to her and her amazingness i love you tiffy <3 but also... for any of you who are not tiffy, i hope you enjoy the first installment of the autumn anecdotes. it got to y’all a little later than i expected due to me being a dumbass, but please reblog and comment if you enjoy!

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“Balloons?”

“I ordered the champagne gold arrangement from Balloon Saloon and it should be ready

“Cake?”

“Milk Bar and The Flour Shop are both beggin’ to make one at our doorstep, baby, you just gotta choose one.”

“Um, we can sort that out later,” Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples soothingly. Birthday planning was not as easy and effortless as her mother made it seem when she was younger. “Do we have an outfit picked out for Autumn?”

Carter kicked his feet off of the ottoman where they had rested, readjusting the resting baby in his arms as he made his way over to the cream white couch where his “baby mommy” sat. “She’s gonna wear the pumpkin jammie set from J. Crew.”

“The one that B sent?” Both the baby and her father responded, one kicking in her blanket and the other humming in agreement. “That’s a good choice, Ellie looks so cute in them.”

“Are you saying she doesn’t look cute otherwise?” Carter argued with feigned anger. 

“You know she does, Carter,” she snapped exasperatedly. If he was taken aback at all by her tired anger he didn’t say anything, but he did shift their baby into her arms. The little girl stared up into her tired eyes, and it only took one, two seconds for all of that stress and anger melt away. Y/N dropped her head onto Carter’s broad shoulder and he was ready to pamper her immediately, wrapping his arm around her and massaging her back. “God, I’m so sorry, hun, I didn’t mean to get angry at you, I’m such an ass.”

She could feel the soft lull of his heart through the long-sleeved collar shirt he wore and how his chest rose and fell at his small sigh. “Don’t apologize, gorgeous, you work hard. You’re tired and stressed and I know you love Blair but that woman works you to the bone.” 

It was true. After being one of the closest friends of the Queen of the Upper East Side’s for so long, Blair entrusted Y/N with some of the hardest and most complicated tasks that an assistant and marketing manager could really get. Late nights called for next day early meetings, and if it weren’t for Carter, well, she didn’t know what she’d do.

Speaking of the handsome man to her left, it was only recently that he started to... mature. It was strange, considering he was still seen as the Upper East Side’s bad boy, but he wasn’t. He was good.

Autumn had been conceived during an emotionally vulnerable night on the New Years party with a few of New York’s finest young entrepreneurs. They were alone in a fine hotel suite with a bottle of Dom Perignon, and there’s no other better equation for accidental pregnancy than that. 

Y/N told Blair first. Then she told her parents. Then she sucked it up and told Carter who took the news well. They were young and when he promised to be there with her and their baby forever, she didn’t believe him.

So he proved himself to her. No more drugs. No more benders in Europe. He stepped up at Baizen Enterprises, and that paid off well because in the past few months there was talk of him running the company in a while.

Carter Baizen managed to pull off a complete one-eighty in less than her nine months of pregnancy. Who knew?

“You’re the best woman I know, Y/N, and you’re an even better mom.” She dug her head into the warmth of his chest as he grinned. “Her birthday is gonna magical and lovely for her no matter what you do. To be completely honest, even if it is shit, she won’t remember it ‘cause she’s turning one.”

“Thank you, Carter, that’s great to hear after I’ve spent hours planning it.” Autumn twisted and turned in her blanket, seeming to giggle at her parents’ banter. Her mother smiled down at her, offering a finger to play with as she spoke. “You like when mommy and daddy fight, huh? You’re a little hellion, Ellie.”

Both of the adults snorted. Their daughter was anything but. 

“Alright, you just rest your pretty eyes, L/N, I’m gonna go ask Laika to run us a bath.” He lifted the baby out of her arms, careful not to jostle the little girl around, and laid her down in her hand-carved bassinet before returning to her on the couch. Y/N grabbed her notepad again, sending him a confused look as she brought her knees to her chest. 

“Us?” She eyes him skeptically with her pen poking at the plump of her lip. Unknowingly, she was feeding into his insatiable hunger for her. He pushed her hand away from her face, instead cradling it with his own instead and trailing his mouth over her cheekbone.

“We deserve to have a little bit of fun, mama,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me take care of you.” Goosebumps ran cold across the expanse of bare skin on her collarbone and he knew he had her hooked again. He dropped a single hot kiss to her throat before bounding up the stairs like a giddy child, talking the stairs three at a time.

Y/N sunk back into the inviting cushions with her core thrumming and a heat taking over her face. 

The idea of being intimate with Carter had her dizzy. So maybe she hadn’t completely hacked off her sex life after Autumn was born. And maybe her relationship with Carter wasn’t just professional as co-parents. There was a time... there were a few times that he’d helped her out when you were stressed. She supposed that it was one of those times.

A month ago he’d had her in own office at Waldorf Designs, on the crushed velvet chair that sat in the corner of the space with her books. It had started out with him bringing her lunch and asking for the keys to her place (because he’d lost his own), but that eventually turned into a fifteen minute tryst that had her unable to stand without pain for a few hours. 

A small moan left her lips breathlessly as she shifted around in her seat to ease her throbbing. Oh yeah, she was excited for this.

Her eyes fluttered shut and as soon as they closed, they were opening again. A squeal left her lips as Carter’s arms wrapped under her shoulders and her knees, lifting her up and off the couch. “Time to get comfy, gorgeous, lemme carry you up.”

Like a knight in shining armor, he valiantly braved the upstairs with her in his hold, laughing all the way. He slid- yes, slid with his socks on, across the smooth wooden floors of the hallway, stopping when he reached the closed bathroom door. He set her down with a smack to her ass, of course, how could he miss that opportunity, and laid his hand across the door.

She wanted a picture of him, him with his ruffled curls of hair and his opened button up holding the door open for her, his dashing smile even more infectious and beautiful than the first time they met in elementary school. 

His hand pushed the doorknob open.

And as soon as she laid her eyes on what laid inside the door, she decided that that would be much more picture-worthy.

“Oh, Carter, it’s beautiful.” She had to hold her breath as she gazed around the room. Her favorite pumpkin-scented candles from LAFCO were lit along the counter and the windowsill, bringing a yummy, warm aroma to the room. Her claw-foot tub held water that was a milky white, from what she assumed and hoped to God was a bath bomb, while foam and small mustard yellow daisies danced across the surface. The large, clear window opened up the most beautiful city from above, the sun glazing the buildings and their skin in a soft orange glow.

“Haven’t had a chance to pamper you or Ellie in a minute,” he shrugged, already stripping his clothes off slowly. He folded them into a neat pile on the toilet seat and helped himself into the hot water, immediately eased by the temperature chipping away at his tense muscles. “Come on in, beautiful, water’s waiting for you.”

Her hands mindlessly started to pull down the pants she was wearing as she faced the door they had entered, leaving her back to Carter as she spoke. “God, I was only out for a minute, how’d you and Laika do this? Oh, wait, I’ve gotta tip her extra for this, it’s just so incredible. ”

When Carter didn’t respond she turned around, only to be greeted with the sight of him licking her lips at her bare cunt. She bundled up her sweater and threw it at his face. “Perv.” 

He caught the top with one hand and tossed it outside of the tub. “Don’t ‘perv’ me, you perv. I see you eyeing my ass up when we’re walking Ellie together.” He chuckled when her face dropped in realization that he had caught her staring God knows how many times. “We’ll be pervs together.”

She bent over the counter to inhale the scent of the candle (which she knew was bad, especially while it was burning, but she couldn’t help herself) and sighed. “That sounds nice, Baizen.”

Her fingers trailed lightly over the marble as she walked towards him, a faint and tired turn of her lips on her face. “It does, doesn’t it, beautiful.” Water rose as she stepped into the tub gently, sitting between his muscly thighs with a small groan. His hands went to her tits and hers went around the back of his neck as she pulled him down for a hot kiss.

With a little scooching back, she found the rhythm she needed to grind against Carter’s growing length and he groaned at the friction. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, but neither of them paid it any mind with the pleasure coursing through them. Y/N barely had time to play with herself anymore, not that her hand really did the trick. She needed this. She needed him.

But as soon as it began, it stopped, with his hands stilling her frantic hips. Y/N whined embarrassingly loud and her eyes shot open. Didn’t he want this? Didn’t he want her?

“As much as I enjoy this and as much as I implied it,” he pushed her ass forward and off of his erection, his hands trailing up to her sternum to hold her against his chest to look at him, “I’m gonna need you to rest. We have all the time in the world, pretty. Take a break.”

Her heart stopped for just a moment. And it felt oddly light. Because for the first time in a while, she found that secret, locked up part of her soul that still loved him through and through. His care and affection and the whole evening, filled with soft touches and burning pumpkin candles and him being there with her, it sent her into overdrive. His blue eyes were filled with so much adoration and for that one moment, she found herself pining again like the little junior on the steps at Cotillion. 

But then she remembered exactly when she wasn’t that little girl anymore. No, she’d grown too far to be hurt like that again.

So instead she tore her eyes away from his, shutting them tight and pressing her lips against his. He was taken aback at first, then leaned into her kiss with a grin of his own. “Thank you, Carter.”

“‘S no problem, beautiful,” he pulled away, rubbing his thumb over her spit-slicked lips. “Just doin’ what I can for the best baby mommy I know.”

She groaned at his laugh, and all those feelings bubbled up like soap in a claw foot tub.

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[sebastiansluts]

I need more of frat boy Carter and Bucky! And that toilet brush ask was so hot so do you think you could write something about that with them? Maybe with some rimming and lots of degradation and humiliation too? Thanks!

Carter Baizen x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader; dub!con, frat!boys, inappropriate use of toilet brush, rimming, degradation, humiliation

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You were on your back on Carter's bed, he and Bucky below you, hands stretching your pussy. Their fingers pulled at your walls, forcing you to loosen.

"Alright slut, you ready to try this?" Bucky asked as he and Carter pulled their fingers free. You nodded hesitantly and Carter slid his pants off, climbing on top of you and straddling your face. He sat down, his asshole pressing down on your mouth, balls resting against your neck.

You started licking at the tight ring of muscle, getting it wet before sticking your tongue inside, feeling the silky smoothness of his walls. As you rimmed Carter, he leaned down until he was resting on his elbows, fingers holding your pussy open for Bucky, who began pressing a toilet brush to your hole.

The bristles pressed against your walls and Carter's fingers until he pulled them out, brush head halfway inside you. Your hips were trying to wiggle, but Carter held them down, pressing back into your tongue. "Fucking rim me whore, don't worry about your damn cunt, it's fine."

Bucky pressed the brush in fully and you choked, tongue frozen in Carter's ass for a moment. He held your pussy open, staring at the brush inside you. "Jesus, look at this cunt man, it's fucking something else."

Carter groaned, and grabbed the handle, pumping the toilet brush in and out of your pussy, bristles scraping against you. You moaned into his ass, eyes watering at the pleasure-pain. "Yeah that's fucking it, pathetic little slut, lick my ass, you fucking nasty girl. So filthy you need to be fucked with a damn toilet brush, huh?"

Bucky took over pumping the brush, adding a twist of it every few thrusts. Carter sat up, jerking his cock as he ground down onto your face. His thighs tightened around your face as he came, rocking back into your tongue as you wiggled it in his hole. His cum splattered all over your bare torso, running down your sides onto the bed.

Panting, Carter got off you and the bed, pulling his pants back on as Bucky fucked you harder, until you were moaning loudly, about to come.

"Come on slut, so needy and desperate you'll take anything, come on this damn toilet brush," Bucky grunted, stuffing you with the brush, making you scream out as you came. Your body trembled, limbs jerking as Bucky kept twisting the brush inside you before pulling it out, coated in your fluids.

You lay on the bed with tears in your eyes as Bucky got up, pulling out his cock and jerking it until he came across your swollen and red pussy. "Yeah, we're doing this again," he grunted, fistbumping Carter after he redid his pants.

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[captainscanadian]

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. 

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.” 

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. 

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.” 

“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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[buckysswinter]

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

'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.

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.

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.

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.

as the quartet 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.

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?

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.

a/n: this was rushed but... carter doesn't get the girl bc he's an asshole!

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