#carter baizen/you

[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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[arianaroman]

Savior

Note - THIS IS MY DEBUT FANFIC- SO DONT BULLY ME 😭🥹🤍 hope y’all like it😭😭🫶

Summary - Rafe saves Y/N from a guy trying to take advantage on her

Warning - Mention of sa, Alcohol, Drugs, etc. lmk if i forgot something

It’s been 3 years since Y/N rejected Rafe. Ever since she rejected him, he never talked to her again. Every time she approaches him or even say hi, he will just ignore her or give her an angry look.

Valentines day is approaching and y/n’s friend is hosting a valentines party at their house. Y/N is excited to attend the party and already bought outfits for the party.

~At the day of valentines~

Y/N arrived at the party looking flawlessly. Everyone is talking about her. Y/N approaches her friend and hugs her “Omg Alexa.. You look sooo good!!” Y/N compliments her. “Girl you look so divineeee!!” Alexa compliments her back.

Y/N sees Rafe talking to his friend Topper. Rafe sees her looking at him and rolled his eyes. “Oh wow, it’s been years and he’s still mad at me…”Y/N turns to Alexa. “Well, you were the love of his life and you just rejected him. I remember how he’ll always ask me if you were sick every time you weren’t at school” Alexa tells her.

“Anyways, i’m going to get some drinks.” Y/N leaves Alexa and goes to get some drinks. As she goes to the kitchen, she bumps to a guy and he accidentally spills drinks to her outfit. “OH NOO NOOO…” y/n screams as alcohol drips through her dress. “Sorry, I didn’t see you..” the guy tries to apologize but y/n just keeps screaming and crying. “Miss, calm down. It’s just a dress” he tries to calm her down. “Just a dress? ARE YOU INSANE???..” y/n screams at him. “Ok, Ok… look let’s get you cleaned up” he leads her to the bathroom and helps her clean her dress.

“UGH.. the stain won’t come off” y/n cries. “Well at least you’re not wet anymore. who cares about some little stain. It’s not even noticeable.” He tells her. Y/N rolls her eyes at his comment. “I’m Carter btw.” he reaches his hand for a handshake but y/n didn’t shake his hand. “Look i’m sorry.. i really am.. ok, i’m just gonna get you a drink to pay for what i did.. is that alright for you?” Carter asks y/n. “fine” y/n answers.

Rafe sees y/n with Carter and got jealous. Even though he's been ignoring y/n for years, he can't deny that he still has feelings for her.

Carter gets a drink in the kitchen while y/n waits and sits on the couch. Unbeknownst to y/n, Carter had spiked her drink. Carter gives y/n the drink and she immediately drinks it. Seconds later, y/n feels dizzy and everything around her starts spinning. Y/N stands up and almost fell but Carter catches her. “Are you ok?” Carter asks her. “I feel dizzy-“ Y/N falls again but Carter catches her. “Let’s take you upstairs, ok?” Carter guides her as they go upstairs to a room.

Carter lays y/n in the bed. Moments later, Carter goes on top of her and starts kissing her. “W - what are you doing-?“ y/n is confused and don’t know what to do. “Shh- just relax” Carter whispers to her. “Don’t you like it?” Carter is kissing her and cupping her breast. “Please- stop” y/n screams.

Rafe goes upstairs to get something his friend left. As he goes through the hallway he hears a familiar voice crying and screaming. Rafe immediately breaks in and punches Carter. Carter fell on the ground with a bloody face. “WTF, MAN?” Carter yells at him. “Get away from her, you pervert” Rafe grabs y/n and carries her outside.

Rafe brings y/n outdoor and gives her water to calm. “Are you feeling better?” Rafe asks her. “Thank you-“ y/n cries to him. “Hey, it’s ok im here for you” Rafe puts her head on his shoulder and kisses her forehead. “I don’t know what i would do without you” y/n tells him. “Me too..”

~to be continued-

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[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.

⋆

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.

⋆

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).

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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]

All Good Things Must Come To An End | C.B.

Summary: Carter breaks up with you to please his dad.

Author's Note: I may do a part 2 cause damn bro the crying on this gif got me.

Carter hung up the phone quickly. The last sound he heard from the speaker was your sobs. The very cries he protected you from for months. He tried to swallow but the lump in his throat proved it to be too difficult. You were the only girl that really believed in him. He gasped from the pain. Memories of your times together brought him little comfort.

The two of you met at a mixer to recruit community school students to the bigger universities. You were trying to impress some stiff from NYU. The very dream school that denied your admission over two years ago. The dean was not interested in you. Carter, however, was very interested in you.

The dean recognized him immediately because of his family's donations. Carter schmoozed with the dean. After a few minutes, the dean agreed for you to shoot your shot in admissions. A friend of Carter Baizen deserves a chance.

While his actions were impressive, you were apprehensive with Carter at first. What did a rich kid want to do with you, a Community College kid? He was rather smart and charming. You couldn't deny he was attractive. The way his light blue eyes stared into your soul.

Happy chances allowed your relationship to grow. He seemed to be everywhere you happened to be. Despite being busy, he made time for you. He seemed interested in whatever you were doing at the time. One day he finally had the courage to ask you out.

Fall was giving an abundance of cooler weather to New York. After classes, you decided to stop at a local cafe for hot chocolate. Your favorite. He brought up light conversation with you. A playful boast on how he helped get you admitted to NYU.

"You owe me," he teased while grabbing two drinks. He handed one of the cups to you. "But I know a way you can make it up to me. You, me, and that open table in the corner,"

The rest was history. Gone were the days of alcohol, gambling, and women. He wanted to be with you. Nights were spent cooking and reading next to each other. He was your biggest supporter when you graduated NYU. You truly saved him. This was the best relationship he ever had in his entire life.

Carter looked down the stairs. His dad grabbed the railing and walked up the marble steps. The very man that you wanted Carter to have a relationship with. Now he was nothing more than the reason behind your broken heart.

"Good job, Carter. Rule number one. Never let a woman come between you and your destiny,"

Carter raised his eyebrows and nodded. A single tear falling from his eye.

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[sgt-seabass]

𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏

✧˚ · . Tortured under King Lee's reign, you make your escape.

pairing — farmhand!Hal Carter x princess!reader w/c — approx 1k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫black crown warnings —non-consensual king!lee bodecker x reader, non-graphic non-con, non-major character death, reference to suicide, skin scarring via candle wax, but it's all okay because Hal is a sweetheart a/n — written for @the-slumberparty's warm up drabble challenge. i got the word 'neck', which inspired this drabble. not beta read, we die like men.

The subtle amber glow from the candle on your bedside table casted a beautiful horizon across your quarters. The quarters which were once your mother’s.

You had been placed in them when she threw herself from her window, plummeting to her death instead of facing a world where her husband was dead and a new king would reign.

Her blood painted the white roses red. And you’d never been able to look at the expansive flowerbeds since.

King Lee had come into succession, bringing darkness with him, covering the whole castle in an ominous aura.

To the town, there was an illusion of grandeur, one your stepfather and his son, Prince Carter, were good at upholding.

Lee visited you every night. His cruelty never got easier, his hand heavy and cock painfully big. If you weren’t beaten, you’d be fucked – or sometimes both.

You were the king’s punching bag. The sole daughter of his dead betrothed.

Sometimes his son would visit too, and it’s on those nights that you truly wished to join your mother.

Perhaps you were cowardly that you hadn’t already followed her footsteps out of the window and into the garden below. But you still had an inkling of hope.

Hal had shown you the possibility of happiness. A sweet farm boy you met while sneaking into the town's markets. He’d given you a handful of fresh raspberries, a soft smile on his lips. “Pretty dames shouldn’t have to pay.”

He was the first sincere person you’d met. And he was your ticket to freedom.

Hal would be waiting for you in the gardens below tonight, and you would flee with him. You would be free. A bird to the wind with endless routes ahead.

The candle flickered as your door opened, the hinges groaning as you were met with the sight of your king, a nightly occurrence you dreaded. “Miss me, princess?”

Like muscle memory, you lay back on your bed as Lee pushed up your nightgown, hands rough against your sensitive flesh as the familiar dance begun. “Always so soft. Makes me just want to mark you more.”

Your gaze turned to the candle, listening to the slight crackle of the wood wick as Lee mounted you.

The wax had begun to dribble down in the catch below, droplets falling like a body from a tower.

Black crows cawed outside as you felt the painful stretch, your core stinging. It never got easier.

Lee spoke to you, but you just listened to the rustling oak trees outside as the candle burned lower, glazed eyes looking to your king when he ordered you to do so.

After tonight, you would be gone. No more blood. No more tears. Just life, the way it was meant to be lived. Free and without conviction.

Time passed, the pain didn’t stop, and neither did your king. You always cursed his stamina.

Eventually, Lee came with a shout, his seed spurting across your stomach. But he wasn’t finished with you.

He never was.

The candle had burnt nearly to the hilt, with a large reserve of wax at the bottom.

“Show me your neck, princess,” Lee ordered, forcing your head back before you could even heed his words.

The movement exposed your marred neck to him. Littered with scars and old burns, you wore a collar of pain.

While you may escape, there were some things you would never get back. Your dignity, your innocence, and your purity.

Lee took the candlestick, tilting it over your neck, so the smouldering wax dripped over your skin.

You cried out to deaf ears, writhing underneath your king as he tried to claim you. What Lee didn’t realise was while he may have taken your body, he would never have your heart and soul. They were for Hal only.

Your flesh warbled under the heat of the wax as it cooled and hardened on your skin, tears dropping down onto the cotton below. Lee always liked to see you cry.

“Cover this up tomorrow. We have a banquet in the evening,” Lee ran his fingers against your wounds, admiring his work for a moment before leaving you. “I will have a dress readied for you.”

Thankfully, Lee left, giving you a chance to prepare for your escape.

Ignoring your soreness, you dressed in a simple black dress, the same you wore to your mother's funeral. It was nondescript and would help if you needed to hide.

From under the bed, you pulled out the rope you had stolen from the knight's storeroom, securing it to a load-bearing pillar before throwing the rest out of your window.

When you looked down, you were met with the smiling face of your saviour. Hal stood below, dressed in a dirty tunic with a blade strapped to his back. Your knight in muddied armour.

You hoisted yourself out the window, trying your best to scale the side of the castle.

What seemed like an easy task was far from it, and two-thirds of the way down your arms gave way, letting go of the rope and your only lifeline.

The wind whooshed through your hair, and for a moment, you accepted this was where you’d die.

Your fall was broken by two burly arms catching you, allowing you to crash into him, sending you both to the ground.

“Hal! Gods, are you alright?” You quickly sat up, hands bracing on Hal’s solid chest.

He just laughed from his spot on the ground, holding your sides gingerly. “I’m wonderful. My dream came true. The gods have gifted me a beautiful damsel.”

“Oh, stop it. We could have died!” You gently whacked his chest before Hal got up, helping you to your feet.

“But we didn’t. And now we have the world ahead of us, princess.” Hal’s hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”

“You can have a lot more kisses when we get out of here,” you smiled, body in a world of pain, but it didn’t matter. Your heart was content.

“Then let’s not waste time. I’m impatient to taste your sweet lips again, princess,” Hal said cheekily, grabbing your hand and beginning to sneak you through the castle grounds.

“I’m not a princess anymore. I renounce it,” you whispered to him, ducking behind a barrel when a knight walked past.

Hal’s eyes twinkled in the moonlight. “Ah, but you’re still my princess. The ruler of my heart.”

“You’re a sap.” You took a deep breath as you reached the edge of the property. From here, it was the open world. “I’m scared.”

“Me too. But the fear will guide us. We’ll get through this.” Hal kissed the back of your hand.

Hal pulled out a silk scarf from his back pocket, your eyes widening at the beautiful floral pattern. “Hal. How did you afford this?”

“Years of workin’, princess.”

The soft material was looped around your neck, covering your scarred skin and protecting it from the elements.

Hal secured it, his touch gentle and full for adoration, before you snuck through a hole in the castle walls.

Unbeknownst to both of you, King Lee watched from above, arms crossed with a smug look on his face. Freedom would not come without a fight. Nothing was ever that easy.

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[reelovesbuckybarnes]

Carter baizen you sexy thing you.

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[a-aexotic]

𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, original characters!

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Rumors of new royalty is circulating the Upper East Side. Could this mean a power shift in the social hierarchy? Only time will tell, but one thing's for sure: the gossip mill is buzzing with anticipation. XOXO, Gossip Girl.

CHARLENE ROUX ❝ BOMBSHELL ! ❞ tv girl, the blonde

" Looks like there's a new face stirring up the Upper East Side social scene. Charlene, the stepsister of our very own Y/N. With her elegance and charm, she's already turning heads and raising eyebrows among Manhattan's elite. But beneath her polished exterior lies a world of secrets waiting to be uncovered. Will she rise to claim her throne in this high-stakes game of power and privilege? Keep your eyes peeled, Upper East Siders, because with Charlene in the mix, things are about to get even more interesting.

You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl. "

NICK KINGSTON ❝ NEW-BOY ! ❞ taylor swift, getaway car

" A mysterious figure has emerged on the Upper East Side, catching the attention of all those in his wake. Enter "New Boy," he exudes an aura of intrigue and allure that has tongues wagging and hearts racing. With his brooding gaze and enigmatic smile, he's like a riddle waiting to be solved, a puzzle begging to be unraveled. But who is he, and what secrets does he hide behind those piercing eyes? Is he a knight in shining armor or a dark prince with a hidden agenda? One thing's for sure: in a world where everyone wears a mask, "New Boy" knows how to keep his true intentions hidden. Stay vigilant, Upper East Siders, for when it comes to matters of the heart, things are never quite as they seem.

You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl. "

more to come...

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[angstysebfan]

Not taking credit cause I saw someone else post it but now I can’t unsee it. Seb as a young Trump…. Looks like an older Carter Baizen. So I will not see him as Trump… only as an older less attractive Carter Baizen! lol

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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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Kinktober 2022, Day 31: Coercion

To the Brotherhood

Summary:  Carter and Bryce have the biggest surprise for you

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Reader X Bryce Langley

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, road head, groping, implied fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, double penetration, anal sex, praise kink, creampie, gang bang, mentions of murder, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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You run out ahead of the two boys who just wouldn’t leave you alone.  Turning back to look at them you giggle, as they try to reach out for you, “Missed me again, Carter!” You continue running, until Bryce is able to catch up, jumping in front of you, and Carter comes from behind.  

“Caught you, Starlight,” Bryce says, placing an open mouth kiss to your neck.  Carter’s hands start to roam around your hips, dipping lower when you push them away.

“No, no sharing yet.”

“Why?” Bryce whines.  He sticks his lower lip out, while Carter rests his chin on your shoulder.  “We’ve been taking turns and watching for awhile.  Can’t we just try and share?”

“Yeah, Starlight, we will be so good for you.”

With Carter’s arms around your hips, and you grow wetter by the second, you look at Bryce.  Would it be so bad, and terrible if you just let them share you like they had wanted.  Taking turns with them had been fun.  You loved having Carter taunt Bryce, while he slowly stroked his cock.  Or when Bryce had you in the floor fucking into you, while Carter pretended to be watching a movie.  The strain in his pants proved just how much he had enjoyed the show.

“Have you ever heard of men sharing women?”

“You have no idea,” Carter responds, nibbling on your ear.  “Come on, let’s go back to the house,” your body stiffens up.  There was something off about that house.  The boys wanted to act that you were being silly, but there were secrets within those walls.  

“Why don’t you tell me who else lives there?” You cock up your eyebrow, pulling Bryce closer to you and Carter.  Letting them get a tiny taste of sandwiching you.  

“Why is it any of your business?  It’s just an old frat house. Some of the alums visit with their wives, or girlfriends, and they like things to stay quiet.  I think they’re all there tonight.  Maybe after we’ve got you loosened up, you can meet them,” Bryce’s slots his lips against yours, while Carter kisses along your neck.  His body rocks into the back of your ass, and it just felt so damn good.

“But, won’t people hear?” You pant out.  Carter smiles on your neck, starting to nip at the sensitive area.  “I mean won’t — people care?”

“A couple of the members are in a poly relationship.  This isn’t just sex,” Bryce’s hand kneads on your tit,  and you start to melt on him.  “It’s nothing, and even if there weren't others, who cares?  Don’t me and Carter make you feel good?”

Carter’s hands start drifting up your dress, and your body folds, pushing your ass into him, whimpering out both of their names, “Wouldn’t you like to know what we both feel like in you?  We would treat you so good, it would open up so many more opportunities.  They’ll love you.”

“I want both of you,” your voice was already wrecked, and they hadn’t done anything.  Feeling over your body out in the open, and you really just wanted them inside of you.

“Of course you do,” Carter says as a car pulls up.  He opens the door letting Bryce and yourself crawl in, and gives a nod to the man in the front.  You were letting their hands continue to tease you, not caring that there was a girl leaned over in the front seat.  Her head bobbing on the driver’s dick.  You didn’t pay any attention to her gagging as she sucked the life out of him through his cock.  Or notice how that car was randomly right where Carter and Bryce needed them to be.  No, you didn’t care.  

You had a leg draped on either side of them as they took turns palming you over your covered core.  The three of you in the oddest make out ring.  Taking turns with each other, or you watching the two of them.  Biting on your lip, when Carter dips below your panties.  “Fuck,” the woman in the front seat grunts.

“Shh, you only got to go because Muffin and Justin couldn’t handle anymore.  Back to work,” he says, pushing her back down.  He pulls into the clubhouse, and gives a nod to the two boys, “We’ll be seeing you later.  Fuck, right there.”

Picking you up, Bryce lets your legs wrap tight around him.  His hands lifting you up, rubbing your sex over him, “She’s so hot, Carter.  She won’t need any prep.  Are you excited about finally taking both of us?  How do you want us?  Your cunt, ass, or mouth?”

You mewl as he takes you into a new room.  A gigantic mirror on the wall, to better watch them tear you apart.  With a look at your reflection, you knew it was going to be a long night.  “Not my mouth,” you sigh as Carter starts to take your clothes off.  Making sure to give you plenty of kisses over your heated skin.  Bryce walks to the side, hitting a button to start recording the session, but also grabbing up some lube.

Walking back to you, he stumbles trying to get out of his clothes, “I want her ass,” he says with a grunt.  Carter didn’t care, he just wanted the three of you connected finally.

He squirts some lube on his cock, while you start to crawl over Carter.  Not waiting for Bryce as you start to ride Carter.  You look over at the mirror watching as you work yourself over him.  Able to see Bryce smirking at you, before walking behind the two of you.  Pouring some of the lube out on your tight hole.  He watches you fuck Carter a moment, before grabbing at your hips.

“Stop moving, Starlight,” he runs his tip over your puckered hole, massaging over the tight entrance before he pushes through.  You gasp at the intrusion.  Sure they had each had your ass, but your cunt had been empty.  Now here Carter was petting over your face, while Bryce took his time sliding into your ass.  Stopping only when he bottoms out, and you release a deep moan.  The both of them kiss over your sticky skin.  “You took us both so well.”

“It was like you were made for us.

“I always knew you had it in you.”

“I bet you feel us in your stomach, huh?”

Non stop praises over and over again, while you try and focus on the torturous pleasure.  Out of your mind and out of your body, just pure euphoria.  You had taken them both at the same time, and there was a beauty in it. A fullness you couldn’t explain, nor would you want to.  It was just Carter, Bryce, and you.  

Both of them stare at you like the goddess you are.  Their hands soothingly touch over your body, such a juxtaposition to the way that they rut into you.  Carter was more smooth, while Bryce was grabbing you.  Neither could get enough of you, or this moment.  You were clenching around them in minutes, and a pleasure that makes everything go white rushes over your body.

“Did you come already?” Bryce asks, taking a nibble of your shoulder.  His pelvis barely pushes into you, while he watches you come back down from your high.

“Oh, Bryce, she’s in for a treat then.  Go on and finish, she’s got a long night ahead of her.  You’re finally going to become one of us.  You want that don’t you?”

“Yes.  I want to always be a part of you.”

“Good.  To the brotherhood,” Bryce grabs tightly to your hips, and stabs into your ass.  Utterly destroying you, while Carter tries to keep you relaxed.

“What’s mine is theirs,” he smiles at you, but you were too busy, laying your body on his chest.  Letting the two of them make a mess of you, while you enjoy taking them both.  Your body accommodated them both so well, and that was a good thing.

You squeeze onto Carter’s arms as Bryce pounds into you.  Both of their cocks twitch inside your body, and you wonder if this was always what it was going to be like.  Would you always feel this good with them?  But when their spunk fills you to the brim simultaneously with the three of you coming, you know it’s true.

“Move aside, boys,” that was a new voice.  You peek around you and Bryce and see your professor standing at the door.  “It’s time to start your new life.  Thirty-two more times.  You know the rules.  Don’t cum in her.  If she passes out, keep going.  When we’re finished, Carter and Bryce will stay with her.  Feed her, give her water, massage her aching body, and then she’ll be fitted with her own bracelet.”

“What’s happening?” You ask as Bryce gets off of you.  Carter pushes you to the side as more men come into the room.  “What’s going on?”

“Starlight, you wanna be with us, right?”

“Y-y-yeah,” your legs get jerked down the bed, as a large man starts to take himself out.

“This is Ari,” Bryce lets you know.  Ari’s hand runs up your slit, watching your boyfriends cum ooze out of both of your holes.  “There are more.  We protect our own.  So we need to be a part of one another.  Just take it like a good girl.”

Ari’s length slams into you, and you chirp looking at them.  “It’s the only way we can be together,” Carter lets you know.  Sitting on the bed beside you as he pets your hair gently.  “We take care of our own.  They have to know that you’re worth taking of.”

“They?”

You watch confused as men upon men walk into your room.  All staring at where Ari connects to you.  His pace was brutal.  His hands tight on your body.  Counting thirty-two more men.  “They don’t have to touch you after this.  But they will protect all of us.  We’ll have a good life.  You understand don’t you?”

Ari’s thumb presses on your clit, and he gives your little bean hard tight circles.  “You won’t remember most of us,” Ari grunts, shooting his load up your chest.  “But we’ll all remember you,” he taps on another man’s shoulder while he moves to you.  Flipping you around on your knees.

“It’s a business deal, Starlight.  Welcome to your new life.  Just relax.  We’ll take care of the rest,” Bryce lets you know that his name was Frank that was commanding you.  

“Okay,” you whine, and both the boys move to pet your skin.

“We’ll be with you the whole time.”

“And, should they hurt you, we kill them,” a man with long hair leans down beside you, brushing your hair out of your face.  “Just ask Rumlow’s girl.  She now belongs to Steve and Bucky.  We don’t hurt our Omegas.  We protect them.”

Pleasure courses through your veins as Frank lets his spend spurt on your ass.  His absence was quickly replaced by another.  And then another.  And another, losing count and consciousness, but you were welcoming it.  Protection.  Love.  A built in family.  And above all else…TO THE BROTHERHOOD.

THE END

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[vellicore]

Yes, Mommy

Pairing - Carter Baizen x fem!reader

Word Count - 657 

Warnings - Mommy kink, a bit of female!dom, cunnilingus, cum in mouth

A/N: This didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to, but I still wanted to post it.

“Mommy,” the word had left his mouth so effortlessly that you almost missed it. It came out as more of a whimper, as Carter tangled his fingers through your hair urging your head further onto his cock. 

But as you locked eyes with him you knew that he in fact said it. He had moaned the title that he never dared to say aloud before. You could see the fear in his eyes, afraid that you would react badly. 

“Fuck… Babydoll, I didn’t mean…” his voice cuts off as you pull your mouth off his cock with pop. 

“Babydoll? I don’t think that’s what you called me…” your voice coming out with a teasing tone. 

The thing about Carter Baizen was he liked to exude confidence and power. He enjoyed making people do what he wanted, when he wanted it. Whether it was bossing around the maids in his penthouse or ordering around the servers at the restaurant. That was just who Carter was.

You didn’t react the way Carter had feared, no you reacted the complete opposite. Hearing that term leave his beautiful lips had given you a new sense of confidence. The same confidence that Carter had always walked around with. 

“I believe you called me…” trailing your hands up his stomach, you stared hungrily into his eyes. “What was it? Mommy?”

A whimper left his lips, as you leaned forward and slowly swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. It was evident by the look on his face he was becoming putty in your hands. 

“Don’t worry, mommy will take real good care of her good boy.” Your voice came out in a sultry whisper as you licked a long line up along the base, making sure to trace each and every vein. 

Carter couldn’t control the sounds that were leaving his mouth at this moment. The way that your mouth was pushing him further and further into complete bliss, he was very obviously in a euphoric state. “Mommy, please..” He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for at this moment. He just knew he needed more, and thankfully you were happy to give it to him.

Wrapping your lips around his cock, you began to sink your head down. Carefully taking your time as you took more of him into your mouth. You could feel the weight of him against your tongue as you flattened it against his shaft. Carter wasn’t small by any means, and right now you were determined to take all of him into your mouth. You knew if you did he would completely fall apart. 

Carter reached his hand up and grasped ahold of your hair tightly, desperate to get some sort of grounding in this moment. He needed to try to keep himself calm otherwise he knew he would end up summing far sooner than he wanted to. 

“That’s it baby, keep going.” 

Your eyes shot up from below, making eye contact with him, and he knew he fucked up with calling you baby. “Fuck, I mean mommy. I’m sorry… Keep going, please.” 

Gently you patted his thigh, letting him know that he was behaving with that. So you continued to breathe in through your nose as you bobbed your head down further until your nose was nuzzling into his groin. 

Feeling you take all of him was all that it took to send him over the edge. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, a loud desperate moan as his orgasm completely swept over his body. You could taste and feel his cum as it shot into your mouth, making sure to swallow it all. 

Slowly you pulled your mouth off of him with a pop, and gave him a playful smirk. It was clear by the look on his face that he was absolutely spent, and you loved that you caused this. Who knew that Carter Baizen would have such a mommy kink.

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[sebastiansluts]

Kinktober - Day 11

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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.”

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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.

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[keepingupwseries]

Gossip girl - Blair Waldorf

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[incorrectanything]

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

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

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