#Carter baizen au

[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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Nina Dobrev and Sebastian Stan

Requested: anon

[fandomfluffandfuck]

First, I have to say that I've been sitting with this ask for a while because I don't know much of anything about this particular Sebastian character. I've never seen Gossip Girl, so Carter is unknown to me. I mean, nor have I ever actually watched Knives Out, but, shh, Tumblr talks about Ransom at length (and I can't blame them), so I'm at least familiar with Ransom.

So, with that mentioned, if this is out of character... that's why 💀 I'm purely going off of the idea of brat x brat

The problem is that both Carter and Ransom like to make trouble, and they both love attention, so you know they feed off of each other dangerously. Sparking and sparking until there's not just a fire in some designated pit but a crackling bonfire that's in real danger of spreading to the nearby dry forest and lighting the whole thing up with blinding, fast-moving flames. They breathe down each other's necks, pushing until they break the other, making them act out. Brattier and brattier.

And this time, it's Ransom who starts it, waltzing past Carter where he's relaxing on the couch. The TV is on, but he's only half paying attention, lying lengthwise, scrolling on his phone. Ransom stops, so he's standing in front of Carter, cupping his own hard dick through his loose-fitting sweats, blocking his view, and declaring, "I want a blow job."

Shameless.

Carter scoffs in response, barely looking up from his phone, "yeah? And?"

"And," Ransom puts his hands on his hips, already fed up with not having any attention paid to him by the other man, he isn't a fan of being ignored, especially not when his blood is so hot and thick in his veins, "you're gonna give it to me. Now."

"Oh," that gets his attention, "am I?" He glances up, unimpressed.

"Yeah," Ransom stands his ground, not even dignifying Carter with an eye roll. Yet.

Shifting where he's sprawled out, sitting up further and narrowing his eyes at him, "what if I don't want to?" He licks his lips, "what if I want you to suck me off, instead?"

A blurr of heated, intimate moments crash together in Ransom's mind. All various different moments when he's had Carter's dick in his mouth. At the gym, crowded together in the shower stall, struggling to breathe through the billowing, heavy steam, water rolling down their bodies, their bodies pressed together, goosebumps all over, wandering hands, biting kisses, then... getting on his knees, the tiles hard and cold causing him to shiver, but Carter's so hot and warm, especially his dick, it's so hard that he would make fun of him, 'its almost like you're really into me or something,' if it didn't fill his throat up so good, heating him up to a sizzle; rutting together on the Ransom's plush bed, admist moaning and Carter's complaints that his mattress is stupidly soft, it feels like he's sinking into it and going to be suffocated and Ransom is thinking about actually flipping him over and shoving his face in the pillows so he would just shut up and Ransom could get off in peace finally, but instead it's easier to swallow his cock, sucking and licking until he can't talk shit and only moan; pulling off to the side of a road, late night, on the way home from a night of dancing (Carter's idea), sweating and feeling too big for his own clothes, too big for his own skin, buzzing, and he needs an out, he needs to kill the tension, so, what way better than by leaning over and blowing him, feeling nothing but the heavy, heady taste of him and the stinging grip of his hands in his hair, his panting breaths panting their windows and giving them privacy.

Apparently, because of the wave of heat that washes intensely over him--pooling in his mouth especially as he starts to salivate--Ransom forgets to answer Carter.

Fuck.

"Speechless, hmm?" Carter flashes him that crooked, cocky grin at him, "see?" He laughs, overconfident, "this is why you're gonna suck me off. You need something to do with that mouth that isn't catching flies."

Ransom is about to snip back that he's not fucking catching flies, but...

Oh.

His mouth is open.

Fuck him. He snaps his lips shut, but not before a whimper escapes through them, just loud enough to fill the crackling air between them.

"C'mere," he jerks his head to the side, persuading and too alluring for his own good. The soft sounds that his hands make, rubbing as he strokes his thighs up and down, trying to get him to straddle him, is hypnotic.

Ransom can almost feel himself sway on his feet. But, "no," he replies staunchly, his jaw jutting forward.

"No?" He blinks at him, tilting his head to the side, "why not?"

The speed at which he can go from stone faced and demanding to soft and pliant, pleading, should be illegal. It's not fair. That's what. "'Cause," Ransom relents, "because I'm just not gonna."

Smiling with his teeth, Carter moves like a snake, lightning fast as he explodes into motion, reaching out to anchor his hand into Ransom's hair, messing up his careful style just so he can drag him down, forcibly putting him on his knees in front of the couch.

He doesn't give a shit when Ransom hits the coffee table, even though he hisses. It doesn't hurt that bad anyway. He just wants a reason to squawk and wriggle, trying to pull away using most of his strength.

Once he's on his knees and Carter can stare down at him, Carter pulls his head back, using his hair like a leash, putting him wherever he wants him, "you're such a bitch, Hugh."

The words, his name, catches Ransom off guard. He's stuck there, arching his neck, exposing himself to Carter, physically underneath him and--

The moan simply escapes him.

Apparently, the sound of pleasure--helplessly drug out of him--is enough to distract Carter for just a second because the tight grip in his hair weakens, and the sparkling, bright pain lessens enough for Ransom's mind to catch up. He's still hazy, his cock still aching and in need of relief, but his head is clear enough to process that he's distracted and Ransom absolutely is going to take advantage of it.

So, curling his fingers around his wrist, Ransom yanks his hand away and out of his hair.

Then, he gathers both of Carter's wrists in one of his hands, "where'd all those words go?" He taunts, rising to his feet and climbing onto the couch with Carter, taking his restrained wrists with him, lifting them over his head.

This time, though, when he gets in his lap, it's just on his own terms, settling into his lap, putting all his weight onto his equally hard dick, feeling it through his pants easily. He even squirms a little in place, half-grinding, just to watch more color spread across his cheeks. Pretty pink.

He looks so delicious when he swallows, stifling a soft sound as his throat contracts, "n-nowhere."

Knees sinking into the couch, Ransom lifts himself up and wastes no time pressing himself against Carter's blushing face. He groans quietly to himself, enjoying looking down and seeing him, watching how he obediently opens his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering, reacting so sweetly to having Ransom's hard cock rubbed and grinded against his face. Delightfully degrading. "Oh well," he mumurs, voice low, "it's not like you'll need words away."

Carter growls against him, but with how he's rocking into his face, Ransom can just feel the vibrations on his cock. It feels good. It feels like winning.

Pleasurable and powerful.

Fuck yeah, it feels good.

"Go on," Ransom taunts, using the hand that isn't holding Carter's arms back to shimmy his pants down, letting his cock bounce forward, hitting the flat, smooth muscle of his lower belly with a sharp, wet sound. He wasn't lying when he said he needed a blow job. He's been aching all fucking day. He deserves this. "It ain't gonna suck itself."

Lips hot and slick on the thin skin over his hip, Carter snarks, "it'd be better if it did."

"Shut up," he rolls his eyes, barely suppressing a shiver with the sensation of Carter's soft lips dragging down his skin, mouthing and mouthing and mouthing, getting closer to his cock, right where he needs it, "I know you love sucking dick. You'd live on my dick if I let you."

The only response he gets is a huff and...

A wet, hot, open mouth.

Winning.

Ransom is winning. They're not competing but he's fucking winning. Winning because he's getting his cock wet, holding onto Carter's wrists so he can't fucking touch himself when he works on Ransom, all his attention is on him, opening up.

"C'mon," Ransom pushes, impatient as ever even when he's kneeling on the couch with his dick splitting Carter's lips, it's not enough, not yet, "stuff that mouth before I do it for you," he unkindly pushes his hips forward, against Carter's face holding it until he starts to sputter. Ransom doesn't want his dick fucking warmed, he wants him bobbing on it, choking on it, crying him. Poor Ransom, he doesn't want to deal with having to thrust himself, no. No way. He just wants to have pleasure poured--lavished on him.

Carter plays along, opening up wider and letting his dick in deep. Deep. Where he's all wet and fever hot and tight, taking it like a good boy. Just taking it. Sliding back, pushing forward, sliding, pushing, sliding, pushing--slobbering all over it, sucking and slicking.

"Harder," Ransom pushes him more, pushing just to push. "Deeper." He's already sweating, feeling the heat, getting there, ready to snap, Carter's mouth is just as good as it looks, better than it looks, he's just wound too fucking tight. "Yeah," Ransom slips, fucking forward and letting go of his wrists, sure that he's won, Carter is focused on blowing him, nothing else, "yeah, just like that, y-your tongue, guh, right there-!"

Just, just when he's right fucking there, his orgasm rising in the back of his throat, spreading over his tongue, leaving him drooling, his appetite teased and his stomach clenched, growling for the full meal, just right fucking then--

Carter has the fucking balls to pull off of his dick, a string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to his swollen, red lips.

Ransom is so devastated he can hardly whimper, fingers curled so tight they cramp in Carter's hair, watching through blurry vision as he ducks his head and bears his teeth, biting into his plush inner thigh. The flesh all soft and sensitive.

"AH!" Ransom quivers, stuck somewhere between pain and pleasure, and surprise and expectation. He should've fucking known, he--

Trembling leaves his hands loose and god-fucking-dammit. Carter's learned from the best because he's slipping out of his hands like sand through an hourglass.

"Fuck you," he glares up at him, lips lifted into a devasting grin.

Ransoms heart speeds so fast in his chest that he's pretty sure he's dying. He's having a heart attack, his blood pounding in his ears, his arousal pumping through his whole body. Not a part of him not coiled and tense.

"I do what I want to," Carter growls like a puppy, nosing down from his twitching, throbbing, and neglected dick to his heavy, hanging balls. His wicked tongue barely spends any time lapping and licking at them, and he doesn't even fucking spend the time to take them into his mouth he just keeps going. Going. Licking and slurping at his perineum until he's whining, high and mortifying, pleasure building back up inside him, white hot. Hot, hot, hot. Then. Fucking gone. He keeps going. He trails down, down, down until he's licking and nipping and torturing him.

Rimming him.

So all Ransom can do is whimper, his lips falling open as he tries again, in vain, to reach down and hold Carter. Carter won't let him. He just chuckles--the vibrations!--and listens to him whine and feels him squirm sadistically. He bats his hands away again and again until he's apparently struck with an idea.

It's enough. It's almost enough. He's almost close again. But, but, as he scrambles to get a fucking grip and grab his hair, stabilizing him, keeping him there so he knows he won't fucking move--the asshole--but Carter won't let him have it. He pulls away to tell him off whenever he tries it or he pulls away to simply slap his hands away. He won't let him touch. He won't let him touch!

"C'mon, Hugh, make yourself fuckin' useful--" he snaps, pushing his arm up and pushing his own fingers into his mouth forcefully "--and keep those wet for me."

Oh.

Ransom's eyes roll back into his head, suddenly muffled as he moans recklessly, assaulted by the heat that is suddenly not just washing over him by drowning him.

"Mmm-hmm," Carter keeping running his fucking mouth between sloppier and wetter and hotter laps of his tongue, "you're gonna open yourself up for my cock after I'm done rimming you and you're gonna ride me. 'Cause I've changed my mind, I don't want a fucking blow job. I want in this tight ass," he slaps then squeezes Ransom's backside, his nails digging in just enough to hurt.

Oh, god.

Ransom starts to shake his head, he's gonna fucking win. He's gonna fight tooth and nail to get the victory, his dick is so wet it's dripping and the room temperature feels so cold compared to Carter that it aches but, fuck, he changes his tune quickly when Carter fucks his tongue into his hole, making him squeal, and he ends up confused and compliant, nodding instead.

He's so fucking easy... a quick reminder of how much he loves being fucked, how sensitive his ass is, filled and stretched, how dirty and embarrassed it makes him feel, and he's dumb. How precious.

[crackships-and-manips]

Nina Dobrev and Sebastian Stan

[gossip-girl-official]

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Spotted: A world where whispers travel faster than the speed of light and secrets are the currency that keep the Upper East Side alive. You’ve entered a place where alliances shift with the breeze, lies are the perfect accessories, and drama is always in season.

Consider this your formal invitation to the grandest stage of all—a world where ambition knows no bounds, and power is the most seductive game of them all. But remember, darlings, nothing here is as it seems. Behind every curated smile lies a hidden agenda, and even the most innocent of glances can hide a thousand betrayals.

The truth? It’s overrated. The lies? They’re delicious. Because in this playground of power, it’s not about who you are—it’s about who they think you are. And when everyone’s wearing a mask, the only question is: how long can you keep yours on?

So grab your champagne and get ready, because the curtain’s about to rise on a new era of scandal, seduction, and secrets. And lucky for you, I’ll be here to document every twisted turn.

You know you love me,

XOXO,

Gossip Girl 💋

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[terrainofheartfelt]

Sort of inspired by your discussion of Jenny needing to go to London alone to really grow into herself and mature as a person, in an ideal world in which none of the main characters were forcibly tethered to the UES or its more toxic inhabitants post-high school, how do you generally - like broad strokes - imagine them developing as people in college and throughout their twenties? I always wonder where everyone might have ended up had they not been constrained by the type of narrative they were living in, and I’d love to hear any headcanons you have on the subject!

I've been thinking about this on and off since i received it (an embarrassingly - for me - amount of time ago) and now finally feel like I can answer.

because, like, what if we weren't constrained by the harsh realities of making tv? what if the rules meant that they could leave new york?

well, first, let's dovetail off jen moving to london and blossoming, and send eric along with her. he can go to cambridge, or any of the other big name universities in the area, and he and jenny would be flatmates and live their own hilarious queer sitcom of being students in london.

I've already plugged nads' yale au in my answers this evening, but I still really like the idea of dan and blair attending yale, and outside of the maelstrom of manhattan drama, they settle into their own selves and learn they could actually...like each other? and then they fall in LOVE as far as careers, they are the most driven. and we've talked about novelist dan and editress blair and art historian blair and college prof dan.....but lately I've been thinking about blair working in costuming. It's not high fashion design, but I think it's a great synthesis of the things we know blair loves: literature, film, history, art history & fashion history, Evil Dictator of Good Taste, being a specialist and big boss on a niche subject...yeah...

i still enjoy the idea of vanessa being at nyu, or at another arts college in nyc, and making her own way and building her own story (without being boxed in to the secondary character of anyone else's story!) I like the idea of her attending Tisch too, and expanding her skill set into screenwriting in that way.

to plug another au by a friend, S's goodbye stranger introduced the concept of Serena attending Berkeley, and I LOVE it. I love that for her. Berserk-ley. I think that school in that part of the country would be where Serena would really thrive. She becomes a full glamorous SF queen. perhaps she opens a coffee shop. Blair is outwardly mortified but inwardly very proud.

As for Nate, I think he is the character who really should take a gap year. It's never questioned, but the way he is yanked around by the collar those first two seasons, the more I think about it, the more it makes sense that nate would decide that he needs some time to figure out what it is he wants. sidebar: bc the serena gap year felt disingenuous in many ways, yk? serena was so eager to leave new york and go to school and study. she likes learning, we see it, and the opportunity to reinvent herself that college would provide....why would she walk away from it? except for TV Reasons. so, I like the thought of nate taking at least a year. traveling, volunteering, maybe he takes a community college course or two. he falls off the grid for a while and he realizes how healthy and how happy he feels without the constant eyes and pressure of his family & gossip girl. and after that time, he's found what he actually wants to do, and goes to school to do it. -- as always, I'm fond of nate working in health care, as a nurse or pt or something, but it could really be anything. teacher? chef? social worker? children's librarian? (actually culinary student nate has come up in convos with ivy & cherry before and I am into it.)

and uhhhhhh i guess chip wiskers can crash his inherited business and money into the ground bc lets be real that fucko would try to launch his own cryptocurrency and since he seems to hold such disdain for education and self-betterment, he stagnates and falls off the face of the earth byeeee

[mypalbuck]

Giving this a little boost again since it’s been a hot minute.

MYPALBUCK’S MASTERLIST

a compilation of fluff, angst, comedy, tropes and alternate universes. please note that I don’t write smut.    ➯ check my pinned to see if requests are open    ➯ i write for marvel/sony characters and misc characters played by the mcu cast!

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[evansbby]

greek god stomega au, where steve is the son of zeus and omega is the daughter of demeter!

the wizard of oz au, where omega is dorothy and steve is the evil lion who keeps dorothy all to himself?

gossip girl au, i think you answered an ask where omega and steve were watching gossip girl but anyway, bucky would be carter baizen and i feel like bucky would also be gossip girl or peter😭

oh! baker!omega and misogynisticbusinessman!steve, he decides to go to the bakery nearby his workplace/building and sees omega there and eventually leaves his fiance(sharon)

I know this is super ooc for steve and omega but smug artist!steve x shy model!omega

well that was all i could think of, hope you enjoyed reading this!!

OMG OMG OMG you have no idea how much I love this ask! I need to answer it properly and give my thoughts on each AU!!! Bare with me! 💜💜

So firstly, Greek God Stomega AU?? YES PLS! I was a Greek mythology girlie back in the day! (Like my tweens, early teens haha). Steve would be Hades and Omega would be Persephone! Except he wouldn’t be her uncle pls. ORRR maybe Steve could be Apollo since Apollo is the Sun God 😭😭 except everyone thinks he’s this golden boy but actually he’s extremely debauched, promiscuous, MEAN and obsessed with human!omega and wants to make her his!

Bahaha Wizard of Oz Au! I can imagine Steve being the Wicked Wizard of the West hehehe

GOSSIP GIRL STOMEGA AU YES YES YES!! But I feel like it’s very similar to POYT in the sense that the privileged elite go to poyt university! But if poyt uni had a gossip girl, it would DEFFOOO be Peter lmfaooo and HE DOESNT EVEN GO THERE!!!

Omg omega as a baker would be so cute!!! She loves to bake in poyt (but dumbasses keep flinging her brownies out of her hand 🙄) I can imagine businessman!Steve going feral for her bc she’s so cute and little in her pretty apron with flour all over it, and she’s got flour on her cheek and she bakes the BEST cakes and brownies and cookies and Steve stalks her and is in love with her and she’s so friendly and innocent but she doesn’t even know who he is PLS 😂😂

I LOVE THE IDEA OF omega as a model! But it would be a really harrowing, dark story. I can imagine her being forced into modelling from a young age to support her family. She’s super shy and naive but she got scouted at the grocery store or something and landed a photoshoot which gave her a bit of money (which her mom took) so now omega had to drop out of uni to support her family by modelling. And industry people keep wanting to take advantage of her bc she’s so trusting and cute. Buttt she’s not dumb so she’s also wary of all the attention she gets and she just wants to run away from it all. I can imagine smug Artist/photographer Steve wanting to fuck this cute lil innocent omega sooo bad and he manipulates her and takes advantage of her but of course, falls for her in the end in CLASSIC POYT STEVE STYLE

Besties which au is your fav!??

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

ok so I have watched Riverdale and I have Thoughts about the bones of a gossip girl Riverdale AU but not necessarily about the plot. (GG was one of the first things to premiere after the rebrand from the WB (beat only by a show that lasted 8 episodes) and Riverdale is the last thing to go before it becomes a more "adult oriented" channel so it's fascinating to compare the 2)

Riverdale has a reputation for being "oh crazy weird show!!" (earned) but like... despite the escalating drama, the characters aren't really allowed to grow or change (or be fleshed out at all) they stay more or less the same one dimensional stereotypes for seasons 1-6 (season 7 is an alternate timeline it's a whole thing.) like I genuinely cannot place the plot of each season in order bc the characters aren't allowed to be affected by their experiences

(which is also exemplified by having them stay in high school forever, as opposed to the GG route of having them ignore their educations and pretend to be adults)

(I could go on a tangent here about how TV has gotten more serialized as technology develops. like early TV you watched when you could and things went into syndication so you had to be able to watch any episode out of context. but with streaming everything is binged. so stories can take multiple episodes and characters can change)

but GG and Riverdale arent streaming shows so the characters stay perpetually stuck in these cycles of Big Stories that Take Time but characters don't grow

we could also talk about narration and the story within the story. bc Riverdale is presented as a book that jughead is writing about his friends and gossip girl is being told to us by Dan (who also ends up writing a book about his friends.) the dark underbelly if Riverdale is the focus of the show vs the UES being more and more idealized as the show goes on

BUT!! I do also have plot thoughts!!!!

starting with the obvious. Riverdale stole the Derena/Rufly/Scott Rosson thing! but they took it a step further by having both couples dating, living in the same house, and having the love child move in! (then they revealed the guy who moved in wasn't their son at all but an imposter (and a serial killer! don't worry he marries the real illegitimate son!) Gossip Girl should've done this

Blair would start a cult predicated on her being the reincarnation of Audrey Hepburn. Serena (the most cult susceptible) would be a full fledged believer and a recruiter until she and Blair had that same fight about attention they always do then Serena would team up with recent-cult-escapee Jenny to take her down

Chuck would get involved with Carter Baizen's dog fighting ring for 2 episodes, but stop when he gets yelled at by his mom's ghost while high on psychedelics he got from Nate's drug dealer. a season later Chuck would do a seance and have the ghosts of his parents possess Jenny and Eric and force them to get married in some convoluted scheme to tax insurance fraud. they would stay possessed until Jonathan (upset Eric dumped him over text) showed up at the penthouse and was like "this is clearly not jenny and Eric" but nobody believes him so he has to exorcise them himself with a song (Riverdale would stop episodes for 3 minutes at a time so characters could sing, so be glad this song moves the plot forward)

Vanessa, while making a documentary, stumbles upon a society of mole men who hold her hostage bc she knows their secret. they let her send Dan a letter and she uses a secret code they made as kids to tell him where she is. he goes to rescue her but in the time it took she became queen of the mole people and now needs to be convinced to come home (again through song)

Nate is descended from serial killer HH Holmes. he Googles if that can be genetic and that's how we learn about the serial killer gene. he's relieved he doesn't have it but he makes all his friends do the DNA test and falls into a guilt spiral when it turns out that Serena does (she doesn't really care)

Dan, doing research for his book, finds out Lily had a girlfriend in highschool that she lost touch with, and reaches out to her. said girlfriend initially refuses to appear but changes her mind and arrives the night before the rufly wedding and tells drunkenly Nate the story of the body she and Lily hid one night. Nate (in the middle of his guilt spiral) tells Serena this story in an effort to get her to see the the effects of the serial killer gene

Rufus spends the entire show making waffles and getting divorced

This is my favourite thing in the world. This deserves to be written and filmed. Mwah!! chef's kiss. THANK YOUUU

[roleplayfinder]

Hey!

Trying to get back into RP after a long hiatus!

I am 25 soon to be 26 (🥲) so no minors please!! 18+ only

I have been roleplaying for around 13 years now. Started on Quizilla and old YouTube comment sections - those were the days man 👵🏻.

I write in 3rd person POV, anywhere from 250 words plus, word length doesn’t really bother me tbh just as long as we both have enough to work with! But no one liners please! ^^’

I definitely prefer a plot focused RP and I love brainstorming with my partners so please feel free to bring your ideas to me!!!

I love OOC chat, brainstorming ideas and scenarios, Spotify playlists, TikTok’s, memes, you made an edit for your ship? I live for it! 🫡

I also love AU ideas/scenarios and totally up for doing these!

On to the Fandoms!!

What I am really craving right now & Love interests:-

🩸Vampire Diaries🩸 - (Klaus Mikaelson)

🪄Harry Potter🪄 - (Draco Malfoy)

💃🏽Moulin Rogue💃🏽 (Christian, OC) (interested in doing this or some au based on it!)

Potentially open to:-

🔫 Legend 🔫 - (Reggie Kray)

💰Gossip Girl💰 - (Carter Baizen)

🧚‍♀️Once Upon A Time 🧚‍♀️- (Jefferson - The Mad Hatter) (I haven’t seen past like season 4 but I can research and refresh myself for this!)

🚬Peaky Blinders🚬 - (John Shelby)

🔮Labyrinth 🔮 (OC)

I guess that’s everything for now!

If any of these sound of interest to anyone out there please send me a chat!☺️🌼

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[findyourrp]

🌼Fandom Cravings🌼

Hey!

Trying to get back into RP after a long hiatus!

I am 25 soon to be 26 (🥲) so no minors please!! 18+ only

I have been roleplaying for around 13 years now. Started on Quizilla and old YouTube comment sections - those were the days man 👵🏻.

I write in 3rd person POV, anywhere from 250 words plus, word length doesn’t really bother me tbh just as long as we both have enough to work with! But no one liners please! ^^’

I definitely prefer a plot focused RP and I love brainstorming with my partners so please feel free to bring your ideas to me!!!

I love OOC chat, brainstorming ideas and scenarios, Spotify playlists, TikTok’s, memes, you made an edit for your ship? I live for it! 🫡

I also love AU ideas/scenarios and totally up for doing these!

On to the Fandoms!!

What I am really craving right now & Love interests:-

🩸Vampire Diaries🩸 - (Klaus Mikaelson)

🪄Harry Potter🪄 - (Draco Malfoy)

💃🏽Moulin Rogue💃🏽 - (Christian, OC) (interested in doing this or some au based on it!)

🤖Detroit Become Human🤖 - (Connor) (never roleplayed this before, no idea for a plot yet I just replayed for the first time in years and revived my love of Connor 😅😅)

Potentially open to:-

🔫 Legend 🔫 - (Reggie Kray)

💰Gossip Girl💰 - (Carter Baizen)

🧚‍♀️Once Upon A Time 🧚‍♀️- (Jefferson - The Mad Hatter) (I haven’t seen past like season 4 but I can research and refresh myself for this!)

🚬Peaky Blinders🚬 - (John Shelby)

🔮Labyrinth 🔮 (OC)

Took a little step away from my search and being online in general recently due to personal stuff, so if you have previously reached out feel free to message me again!!

I guess that’s everything for now!

If any of these sound of interest to anyone out there please send me a chat!☺️🌼

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[jbucb]

Fanfic request rules

Ask about a Fandom!

Characters I am partial to!

Joel, Sarah, Maria and Tommy Miller ,Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson!

(Includes:Jesse, Dina, Maria, Owen, Mel, Manny and more)

(Very happy to write non reader for this ,just characters as well)

Lee Bodecker, James(Bucky) Barnes, Mickey Henry, Frank, Carter Baizen, Nick Fowler, Jefferson Hatter.. scratch that... ANY SEBASTIAN STAN CHARACTER

Billy hargrove... that's it just him

Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,Bruce banner

Capt. Syverson, Geralt of rivia (in game as well) ,Sherlock Holmes, August walker.

Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel,

I write for charactersXreader I'm not opposed to doing WLW&MLM, but I am most comfortable with MLW

Tropes I love

DBF BFD, Age-Gap, Professer, Dilf

Secret relationship, Fake Dating, Enemies to lovers

BBF, Single parent, friends to lovers,

roommates to lovers.

I do enjoy AUs Very much !! Especially

Modern, pre-war-post-war, Mafia, actor, doctor,

College, Socialite, Vetran, Lawyer ,Cop, and Rockstar, Farmer, Equestrian.

I will not write for!

DDLG, STEP-relationships, Explicit

INCEST, FORCED PREGNANCY, CNS

(not excluding but will not write in heavy detail)

SA OR COCSA

I will write smut but not often as I do not prefer to write it .

[take-it-away-erniee]

1x1 Fandom Roleplay search Canon x OC

*Edited to include a couple more fandoms!

Hey!

Are roleplay partner search pages still a thing on Tumblr? Or maybe my dumb app isn’t working, so I’m just gonna post it out in the open!

I’m gonna keep this as brief as I can.

Trying to get back into RP after a long hiatus due to life & work.

I am F 25 and won’t RP with anyone under 21+ sorry. Been roleplaying for around 13 years ago now. Started on Quizilla and old YT those were the days man 🥲(also did anyone used to RP through these Platforms? I miss it man I feel like you could always find a partner easily)

I RP through email, Google docs or RPnation (I have no idea how to use discord)

I work full time Mon - Fri so unfortunately I can’t reply as much as I used to, I will always let my partner know if I am too busy to get a reply out but please don’t hound me! I promise I will get to it!

I can write anywhere from a couple of paragraphs to a novel styled response, but NEVER one liners, they’re so dull and I get bored super quick.

I love OOC chat, brainstorming ideas and scenarios, Spotify playlists, TikTok’s, memes, you made an edit for your ship? Send that sh— over!! I live for it! 🫡

I love AU ideas/scenarios and totally up for doing these! The only thing I ask is that the Canon characters don’t act OOC.

Always open to doubling!

Dark themes, angst, drama, complete devastation for our characters? BRING IT!

What I am really craving right now & Love interests:-

🩸Vampire Diaries🩸 - (Klaus Mikaelson)

🪄Harry Potter🪄 - (Draco Malfoy)

Potentially open to:-

🔮 Labyrinth 🔮 - (OC, Jareth) (Always wanted to RP this but could never really think of a plot)

🧪Stranger Things🧪 - (Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson)

💥Marvel💥 - (Bucky Barnes, Wade Wilson

🚬 Peaky Blinders 🚬 - (John Shelby)

🔪Scream (Original)🔪 - (Stu Macher)

🔫 Legend 🔫 - (Reggie Kray)

💰Gossip Girl💰 - (Carter Baizen)

🧚‍♀️Once Upon A Time 🧚‍♀️- (Jefferson - The Mad Hatter) (I haven’t seen past like season 4 but I can research and refresh myself for this!)

💃🏽Moulin Rogue💃🏽 (Christian, OC) (interested in doing this or some au based on it!)

I guess that’s everything!

Hope this catches someone’s eye out there! If you are interested send me a chat! 🌼

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

Here’s an interesting fact: I will never feature Bucky in any of my Peter fics because all of my Peter fics, no matter what au, take place in the GGCU (gossip girl cinematic universe). This means that Carter Baizen is a canonical character in my fics, creating an obvious conflict which makes it impossible for Bucky to also exist in the fics. (this will be important in the future)

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi there! I am a new follower of yours and my friend recommended I follow your blog because of your fanfiction writing. She knows I am normally a Sebastian Stan fanfic reader but she sent me some links to some of your masterlists of Chris Evans’ fanfic which I have saved to read along with one of Sebastian’s.fanfic. But I wanted to know what Sebastian Stan fanfic writings of yours do you recommend? Maybe you can rank them or pick your top three for me? Thank you for answering my question if you do.

Hey!! I didn't forget about you, I had to get on my computer to give some recs. I do love Seb, but I wouldn't say I write a ton for him. And honestly, I don't get as many notes, and I can lose interest in them.

But I do have some character favorites!!

I actually love my AU style writing of Jefferson and Sugar Cube. They do not follow a storyline as much as it's just smutty one shots, but they are the same characters. Plus it's fun and has callbacks to Alice in Wonderland.

This is such a crack fic, that I need to finish because it's ridiculous, but funny, and I enjoyed writing it. Plus somehow ghost!Charles Blackwood and Jake Jensen work. Misguided Ghosts

This story has a lot of Clark Kent, but I promise Carter is also a big part of it. A Bullet In Your Heart. I have a soft spot for Carter Baizen, and that's due to my extension of my story Desperate Affairs. The fic itself is such a deep love of mine, but the drabbles of three generations after the story ends was another. Sebastian's characters have huge parts in those.

For Bucky fans I do have Trying To Save Me which is very fantastical. Rebuild Your Ruins another I need to finish because, Vikings. Entangled Lust is becoming a hard story for me to finish because Bucky is the villain. See Through My Eyes is pure sweetness. And Man Out of Time is stupid long, but follows the MCU timeline, so it's frozen currently.

[terrainofheartfelt]

2023 Fic Roundup

tagged by the wonderful @blairwaldcrf & @vanderwoodlings 💕💕💕💕

January

No new fics published

February

my best laid plan, E, 3k. Dair. Valentines themed PWP. Shared for Gossip Girl Appreciation Week

the right kind of sinner, E, 3.2k. Blair x Carter. What happens in 2x19 after chip wiskers storms out. Shared for Gossip Girl Appreciation Week.

a nice little place in the stars, T, 1.6k. The Van der Humphreys. When the Brooklyn loft is sold, the siblings and their significant others gather to say goodbye.

March

I was just coasting (‘til we met), 1.9k, NR. Dan/Nate. Nate’s aesthetic is chaotic academia. He meets a hot librarian.

April

out of breath, M, 19.2. Dair au of 5x10. Dan is in the crash with Blair, leaving the whole gang roughed up. IN PROGRESS

when my love reaches to me, E, 3.8k. Dair. 5x23 remix based off a one tree hill scene I have only watched in gifset.

May

for when my soul's too tired to speak, E, 15 chapters, 62.8k. Jenate. Nate goes home to deal with a death in his family. Jenny and her family have his back.

June

living in style, G, 2.3k. Natessa. Vanessa deals with the psychological toll of dating a rich boy.

one thousand words are not enough, T, 1.9k. Dan/Nate, and Milo! Dan gets bad news, but has a happy ending.

a common thing (to be out of line), T, 1.1k. Dair plus Nate. Blair seeks counsel on a girl thing.

July

I have no choice, I hear your voice, T, 1k. Natessa & Dair. Blair, Dan, and Nate are roomies. Vanessa comes to visit. comedy happens.

you've got to hide your love away, T, 3.5k. Dair s5 au of secret dating! they get caught in a closet, shenanagins afoot

lover on the left, sinner on the right, E, 8.8k. Van der Baizen & Dan threesome. utterly self indulgent.

August, September

no new fics published.

October

in your arms full of faith, E, 19.3k. long oneshot au for Dan/Nate as they attempt long-distance

centrifugal motion, perpetual bliss, & that pivotal moment, NR, 19 chapters, 8.8k. prompt collection - featuring the only non-gossip girl fic I've written thus far.

it feels good to me (oh why wouldn’t it be?), E, 1.8k. Serenessa PWP

'til I'm home again and feeling right, E, 1.6k. Serenessa PWP. Endgame of my heart <3

November

crept back in her memory, 902, NR, Lily POV! she has tattoos!

December

the light on your door (to show that you’re home), 3.8k, E. Dair. plotless fluff and smut 

tagging: @stellaluna33, @ernestonlysayslovelythings, @windowsandfeelings, and anyone else so inspired 🩷🩷🩷