#carter baizen fanfiction

[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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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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[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.

[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...

[buckybarnesisdaddy]

Okay I have a simple question, Letters “From” different, Sebastian & Chris characters? If they were personalized and there would be whole storylines that you could pick from. You could add in a few plot points you want in your letters and maybe even a nickname added. Basically a way to “hear” from your favorite comfort character and have a personalized story for you in letter form. Cute pictures and postcards would come with the letters and there would be options to pick 5, 10, or 15 letters.

Please vote and reblog to get the word out! I need a good sample of votes! 🥹❤️ @theinheriteddutchess @georgiapeach30513 @luckydiorxoxo @distractingbeth @hisredheadedgoddess28 @cadencejames87 @jessieasher1616 @janineb86

[clerati]

Finally started the van der Baizen I’ve had planned out for like 2 years.

Title: That Light You Adore Parring(s): van der Baizen (Serena/Carter) Universe: Gossip Girl (Original Series)   Summary: Carter calls her out of the blue right before her wedding. Things were always going to end up like this. Rating: M Chapter rating: G

He gets her at “Hello, Beautiful”, but she won’t admit it. She refuses to admit it. She had been ready for Carter when he bailed on her, and she still feels shit enough about her relationship with her dad to feel a sting when she remembers the last time they spoke. But-

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[xxdustnight88]

That Depends

Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Carter Baizen/Serena van der Woodsen Word Count: 1,686 Summary: Serena takes some time to herself in the Hamptons, only to find a familiar face at her door.

[theinheriteddutchess]

The dark version of why does he do that😭. He bullies you because he likes you. I wish I knew what happened afterwards🥲

hi could u maybe do a highschool au where they are of age ofc with either Steve or Carter bullying the reader? <3

yes, yes I can!  going with carter for this once cause that’s my baby

You didn’t understand why he refused to just leave you alone.

Up until fourth grade, adults always said it was just because he had a crush on you.  You never knew what to do with that.  What difference did it make if he had a crush on you?  He was making your life hell and no one cared.

Then from fifth to maybe about seventh, it was some stupid psychology thing about how he was probably working through his own insecurities.  And that did add some context but it wasn’t enough to make you sympathetic to him.  After all, he had given you plenty of insecurities and you weren’t out there bullying anybody; what gives?

And then from then on to high school, it wasn’t about anything except power.  “Don’t react, that’s what gives him power,” that was the company line.  And to be fair, by now you were pretty good at ignoring him, but he was also pretty good at seeing through your attempt to feign disaffection; by now, he knew that he got to you, and he knew how to do it perfectly.

More than anyone else may ever have in the history of everything, you were excited for the last day of high school.  You were finally fucking done, and you could leave this shithole behind and never see any of these people ever again-- Carter Baizen especially included.

You knew that he would probably be the worst he’d ever been, one last hurrah to try to twist the knife before he lost his favorite punching bag.  But you couldn’t even care, because for the first time, he didn’t have tomorrow.  It was just one day.  After basically your entire life with him there to cut you down, you could survive one day.  He couldn’t do a single thing to surprise you now, you’d seen it all from him, and tomorrow you were done, forever.

Everyone else was emotional: signing yearbooks, hugging goodbye, promising to write and call and text.  You were just trying to lay low (like always) and make it to the end, a rare sense of hope starting to warm your chest.

It was all pretty quiet until lunch, where he went off-campus to get a cherry slushie only to come back and promptly spill it down the front of your shirt.  The others laughed, and for the first time... you did too.

Apparently, you could still surprise him.  His eyes went wide with confusion and rage when you began to laugh and look down at your ruined shirt.

“Refreshing!” you beamed.  “Sorry to see your eight dollar extra large slush go to waste on my hand-me-down shirt that’s worth even less.”

He sneered, but couldn’t seem to find anything sassy to say.

“Speechless?  That’s new,” you rolled your eyes.  “I’ll go clean up and change, and check up with you when I get back to see if you thought of any good comebacks yet.”

A few of the others dared to gasp in awe at your bravery, or even laugh at him, but his glare shut them up quick.  You turned on your heel and made your way to the gymnasium locker room, where a shower was calling your name to wash the sticky, sugary drink off of your skin.  You didn’t have time to dawdle before your next period, but maybe a tardy on the last day of school wouldn’t be the end of the world.

The shower was relaxing, especially with a new weight lifted from your shoulders; that look on his face when you laughed with him... priceless.  Almost worth all the years of torture.  

Your giddyness faded when you heard a sound from the other side of the flimsy plastic curtain.  Just as you opened your eyes and leaned out from the stream of water, a hand yanked the curtain aside and you screamed, instantly getting pinned to the tile wall by Carter himself.

“You fucking bitch,” he growled.

“Get the fuck out!” you yelped, but he covered your mouth with his hand and glared down at you.

“You stuck up little fucking cunt,” he continued.  “Who the fuck do you think you’re messing with, huh?  Since when do you think you can talk to me like that?  Nobody talks to me like that!”

You shuddered and sobbed and struggled against his grip, but he held fast and you were just too weak to challenge him at all.

“All these years, you never stood up to me,” he recalled, his rage softening into almost a wistfulness.  “You never talked back.  You never even tried.  You just... let me do it.  And the craziest thing of all, you never said what I know you wanted to say.”

Your struggle slowed to a stop as you looked up at him, eyes wet with tears (and yes, all of you was wet from the shower, but this was different).  His gaze was dark and penetrating; his face was stoic.

“You never asked me what you wanted to ask, all this time,” he continued, nearly whispering.  “And now it’s almost all over.  It’s the last day of high school and I think it’s time that you do it... go ahead.  Ask.”

He lowered his hand from your mouth and you took a soft but gasping breath as you searched his face for... something; you didn’t find it.  Swallowing, you meekly spoke aloud the question that had been weighing on your heart from the day it all began, the question you had wanted to scream at him every hour of every day for most of your life: “Why?”

His tone was somber and gentle as he answered, “because I love you.”

The kiss was actually soft at first, until you realized it was happening and started to fight him again.  But he was totally undeterred, holding you by your face and kissing you deeper, ignoring entirely your fists beating on his shoulders and trying to push him away.  You hummed angrily against his lips, your grunts of protest lost when he forced his tongue into your mouth.  

“I love you,” he repeated against your lips, pulling you closer until your naked body was pressed against his clothes, soaked by the shower.  “I love you, so much.  Let me show you the right way.”

Forcing himself on you on the shower was absolutely not the right way, and you were so confused, so paralyzed, so terrified of him that you simply went limp and gave into it.  The good news for you is that you got the answer to your question, the one you had never let yourself ask.  But he won in the end, because he got back the only thing he needed to own you completely: tomorrow.

[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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When The Rain Gathers..., Part 1

Summary: You thought that things with Ransom were simple. They were supposed to be. So why when you announce your marriage to Carter Baizen, and the now fast approaching wedding did things get so complicated? It was supposed to be you and Ransom versus the world. And now everyone wants to split the two of you apart. Ransom is your best friend, the man that had all your firsts. And even if people, and Carter are trying to pull you apart, you're not ready to say goodbye to the best thing in your life...

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Carter Baizen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, mentions of loss of innocence, teasing, slight possessiveness, pining, creampie, Plan B, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.6K

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You take in a full, deep inhale. Sensing and smelling the impending rain with a smile on your face. Ignoring the packed boxes behind you because your family home has always been the best place. Your bedroom and all the secret ways to get out of this castle that led you straight next door. You bite on your lip, trying to hide the grin that spreads on your face as you see his little boy bedroom. Memories flooding into your mind of the most amazing childhood with him.

You can see two kids, hand in hand, running away from these houses, and further into a fairytale world. A world where everything was so much simpler. A world of running to the highest hill in the area with the biggest and best climbing tree, and waiting. Watching as the sky got a bit darker. Time stops until that moment of the first drop of rain, and you and Ransom would chase each other. Dance. Sing at the top of your lungs. The rain creating an invisibility cloak around you.

You don’t know fully why playing in the rain was the best thing, but it was almost magical. Maybe it was just your best friend being with you. Maybe it was because the noise of the life of the rich stopped for a few minutes, and the water washed away all your etiquette. A time where the two of you could just be kids.

If the rain went on too long, the two of you would mosey on up to Harlan’s house. If the rain wasn’t long enough, you’d climb that giant oak tree, and sit and talk about the future. Your feet dangling off that perfect branch, while you held each other’s hands and talked about what you wanted in life.

“Sweetheart,” this is not where you saw yourself. His hands slide from your back all the way around your middle, connecting at the hands before he pulls you into his front. Carter rests his chin on your head as he looks at the distant house, and right into Ransom’s old bedroom. His parents have long since left that house. Now it was your parents’ turn, and everything feels like it’s changing.

“Are you about to finish here?” Conveniently Carter had a business call that stole his time away from going through your childhood memories or even plan your wedding. You aren’t sure if you were hearing things, but it sounded as if he scoffed at the many photos of you and Ransom in here before he hugged you.

“Yeah, and you’re about ready to fly out of town?”

“That would be part of the job,” he spins you around to look at him. His steel blue eyes raking over your face. “Are you angry?”

“No,” you sigh. You love Carter. There are some adjustments that you’ll have to continue to get used to. Things have moved rapidly since the engagement. And he still hadn’t met the most important person in your life. The second most important — that just didn’t seem right. But Carter should be the first, right?

“You’re just leaving when we should be planning our wedding,” he looks down at your hand, twisting around the too big ring he placed on your finger. What was your sister thinking? Or did he ask? Too bad he didn’t ask Ransom what would be the perfect ring. Ransom knew in detail, because he had the gall to ask during your first year in college, and you divulged everything that you wanted.

“You won’t get to be there for flowers, cake, and you won’t get to see the location site,” Carter releases an annoyed huff of air. “You’ve never even seen Harlan’s estate.”

“Why would we get married there?” This is one thing that annoyed you. He never understood the importance of Harlan’s property. “Under a tree that my fiancé dangled her little legs on, sitting next to a man that is in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. Ransom is my best friend,” Carter rolls his eyes, but maintains his smile. “He is,” you laugh because this conversation kept happening, and he had never met Ransom. He didn’t know the dynamic between the two of you. “It’s been a dream of mine to get married there.”

“We’ll talk about it some other time. I’m not heading to the airport with this as our last conversation,” if Carter said no, it wouldn’t matter anyways. He and his family would get what they wanted with the wedding, but at least you were getting him as a husband. But time is running out to find a location elsewhere.

“Then could you at least just think about it and consider it? Please? Pretty pretty please?” Carter chuckles, pulling you closer to him to give you a chaste kiss. “At least look at it?”

“Yes, I’ll consider it. You can show me in a FaceTime call, but I still deep down don’t think it’s our best option. I want everyone to feel comfortable, and I don’t think my family would feel that there. So can you respect that?” You smile, wiggling around, and nodding your head. Yes, you can respect that, as long as he will look at it, and give it a chance. A FaceTime won’t do the property justice. Harlan’s estate meant and still means so much to you. It’s the thing that never changes.

“Okay, tell me you love me,” his voice hits that beautiful tone that makes you want to jump into his arms.

“I love you, and do we have time…”

“No, we don’t. I wish. I could use the feeling of you on me before I traveled to work. Love you, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, okay?” He walks backwards, his hand starting to slide out of your own, and you nod. A couple of weeks wouldn’t be so bad. And then a week. And then a marriage. That was the bad part. No, the scary part. No��intimidating part.

You still didn’t understand why he and his mother felt the need to rush this marriage. What could possibly be done in that little amount of time? You guessed with enough money, anything is possible.

Linda walks by her son at the table, stalling while she stares at him. Looking at nothing with his chin resting on his hands is all he ever does now. She walks back towards a table, and grabs up a beautifully intricate invitation and drops it on the table in front of her son. “Is this what’s bothering you?”

“What is this?” He looks at her confused. Flipping over the envelope he sees a broken wax seal with a giant B on it. “Mother?”

“I’m a bit confused on why you wouldn’t know. Open it.”

Ransom pulls out the invite. His eyes move over the pristine and gaudy paper before he lets it fall back to the table. Looking into the distance with even more confusion than ever. “She’d never agree to get married at the Liberty,” Linda shrugs as she walks to the other end of the table. “She was going to get married under our tree.”

“Ahh, you see the problem with that statement?” Ransom’s face turns up in disgust as he shakes his head. “‘Our tree’ and she’s marrying another man?”

“I figured she would always marry another man,” Linda rolls her eyes as she cuts her steak. “What?”

“Because you didn’t admit your true feelings to her.”

“She has never felt anything romantic towards me,” Ransom bitterly rolls his eyes as he stuffs a bite of food into his mouth.

“Who was her first kiss?” Ransom rolls his eyes again, taking a long drink of his beer. “Her first sexual encounter? Did you forget telling me the next evening that she begged you to have sex with her because she didn’t want to go to university as a virgin?”

“I — it wasn’t like that.”

“Okay,” Linda finishes, taking a bite of her food, but Ransom still stews. “You didn’t get an invitation?” He shakes his head no. His eyes glaring at the stupid piece of paper. It was too pure and white. It wasn’t you at all. Your sister, maybe, but not you. “You can be my plus one then. Also, she invited me to go shopping with her for the dress. Since her mother passed, she wants someone that knows her. She said she was calling you.”

“I just found out that she was engaged, and she mentioned going dress shopping, but…this date, it’s too soon. What the fuck is going on?” Linda clears her throat. “Don’t act like you don’t use profanity.”

“I am trying to do better. At least at the dinner table. And the Baizens don’t like long engagements,” Ransom groans. The Baizens. “Yeah, she’ll be moving to New York. She’ll look beautiful on his arm,” but will he play in the rain with you? Will he know that Ransom explored your virginal folds and you told him what you liked when it came to oral sex? Does Carter Francis Baizen III know that you liked your clit to be nipped?

Did he know that you didn’t like the city? That you’d prefer to wear Ransom’s sweaters than fancy dresses? Did he know how many children you wanted to have? And how they would have unique names that he helped pick out? Did he know that you haven’t been the same since your mother passed? Did he know that you hate people, and use him as a shield against that? That you’re painfully shy, and get so exhausted after being around a crowd, and dance helped you? Did Carter even know that you hated your birthstone, so claimed smokey quartz as yours because of its protective qualities?

He doubted Carter knows anything about you with how quickly this relationship has happened. Did you even know yourself anymore? “Did you give her your ring?”

Linda sighs, waiting on Ransom to look up at her before shaking her head. “It didn’t feel right.”

“Why?”

“He didn’t ask me for it, and I always thought I’d be giving it to you for when you got your head out of your ass and proposed to the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you,” Ransom looks up at her pouting. “Oh don’t be daft, Ransom. Everyone knows you carry a torch for that girl. You’d marry her tomorrow if she asked. The problem is you wait on her to ask, and she’s never going to. Because she’s too stubborn to admit that she’s in love with you, too.”

Ransom takes a bite of his food, looking at his less than desirable plate. Everything his mom is saying is a lie. You didn’t have any romantic feelings for him. He knew it that next morning. He knew then he was madly in love with you, and you had just been using him as a teacher, and if that’s the only way he could have you in that way, he’d take it

Ransom peers over your spent body. How had it only been a few hours since he finally got to have you in the most intimate of ways. Watch you as your walls came tumbling down, and you gripped tight on more than just his dick. Your hands clung to him. Your eyes couldn’t look away. Capturing him in a way that literally stole his breath away.

And after he cleaned you up, all you wanted was his worn in sweater. It swallowed you whole, and then you put on the most beautiful delicate panties. And now you’re in his bed in a fetal position with your ass right at his crotch. Perfect in ways he didn’t even realize. You were made for him in more ways than he realized.

Sweetly whimpering, you gazed down at where the two of you connected as he pushed through your walls. Nothing but skin on skin, and your wide innocent eyes. Gasping and choking as he slid all the way home. Your squirming wasn’t enough to deter him. You begged, and pleaded for him to show you what the big deal was with sex, and even he couldn’t explain it, until he had you. And everything was otherworldly.

You were overwhelmed, and he couldn’t regulate his breathing. But now that you’re lying next to him blissed out with your post-coital glow, it all makes sense. You may not know it, but you were made for him. You wiggle closer to him, exposing those sinful innocent panties even more, and he places a hand on your hip. Sliding it up and down over your stomach.

He loved you, but now he is completely, utterly, and unapologetically in love with you. He doesn’t even take his eyes off you when the door slowly opens. Linda peeks through the room, and shakes her head sighing. “Your father and I are going to head out for the day. Be smart.”

Ransom nods his head, still looking at you, and Linda already sees the too far gone look. “Here,” she pulls out a bag from the pharmacist, and lays it on his dresser. “Be careful. And I’m not condoning this, I just need you to be smart with this one.”

“Nothing happened,” he’s barely audible. He wished his mother would just leave so he could soak you up. You were exhausted.

“And I wasn’t born yesterday. That’s a Plan B pill. She needs to take it today. Gerald would not be happy with his baby girl winding up pregnant before she went to NYU. He wants to see her dance just like her mom,” Ransom rolls his eyes. Whispering for her to go. “I mean it, son.”

He didn’t care what she thought, he cared what you thought. If you told him today that you didn’t want to go into the city, and didn’t want to strap on another pair of pointe shoes, and didn’t know how to tell your dad, he’d grab your hand, and flee to whatever country you wanted to go to.

He’s not sure how long he lays here, watching you. Kissing over your exposed shoulder. Rubbing over your skin, and maybe selfishing touching your heated mound. But it would never be long enough. This is what he wants for life. You yawn, stirring more before sitting up. Wincing as you do, and you turn back to find Ransom snickering.

“You’re not that big.”

“And just how many cocks have you seen, Belle?” You turn back to look at the door. You should leave soon. You’re surprised that Linda hadn’t come in to tell you it was time to go home. “Mom and dad left. You want to watch a movie?”

He rolls over to his back, and suddenly you feel so empty. So alone, and he’s right there. Things feel the same, and also so very different because whatever last night was you want to do it again. Want to feel him pushing into you, feel his heated breath on your skin, see the sweat beading around his hair. And you asked him so many questions last night. Embarrassing questions, but he answered earnestly.

“They’re gone?” Maybe you didn’t have to leave. You didn’t want to. What you wanted was to try sex again.

“Yeah, she left you a Plan B over there,” you hide your face as every part of you heats up. “It’s fine. She thinks we’ve been sleeping together since we were fifteen years old.”

“That doesn’t help,” you whine, still cowering behind your hands. You had a thought, and then it was squashed.

“At least now you don’t have to go buy one,” you had mentioned it, but Ransom still pulled out of you. You wanted to give all of Ransom your firsts, not sure of why, but you felt like he owned all of them; deserved all your firsts. ���Just watch a movie with me. Cuddle with me, and forget we ever had sex, okay?”

“Fine,” you harrumph, twisting over to your other side and face Ransom. Just like normal you lay your head and a hand on his chest. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you caress his bare stomach. Everything is just like normal.

Ransom starts a movie, and you can't focus on anything but him. One time wasn’t enough to learn anything. You were awkward, and stayed in one position. You didn’t try anything. Nothing. This whore of a man stayed having sex, while you waited on him to finish, and would sneak into your bedroom, or you’d sneak into his once you saw the car leave.

Clearly he is feeling the same thing, judging by the tent lifting the blanket, but he says nothing. Not a damn thing. Your body is so heated and wet, you’re ready to burst. You want to try other positions. You want to ride him — ride a dick. You want to fuck in doggy style. And you want to feel cum inside you, not on your stomach.

“Ran,” you make your voice so sweet, and he swats your ass. “Hugh!”

“No! I fucking feel your pussy throbbing on my thigh, and it’s making me hard. It’s my body’s response. Don’t ask!”

“But you’re hard, and you didn’t show me nearly enough,” he spanks your ass again, growling when you whimper. “The Plan B is right over there,” you say loudly, sitting up in bed. “You're hard, I’m wet, and I don’t know how to ride dick. Or how to do it doggy style.”

“Get on all fours. It’s not complicated,” why is he denying you what you want? You wrap your arms around yourself pouting, and he looks back to the movie. Ignoring you completely. He’d fuck girls all weekend, but is denying his best friend. It’s cruel. What do they do that make him not want to stop? They were more aggressive.

Smiling, you clamor over top of him, straddling him as you demand attention. “Look at me.”

“I am. There’s literally nothing else to look at.”

Reaching to the bottom hemline of his sweater, you pull it off you, “Look at me,” he’s looking everywhere but your face. Eyes glossing over as he stares at your tits. It feels nice sitting like this. There’s so much — heat. You need friction. Movement. Think of porn. How do they move on someone? You roll your hips, getting a loud groan from Ransom, so you keep going.

“Touch me,” you whimper, pulling up his hands to place on your tits. “Grope me. Show me what you do to those other girls.”

“No,” he responds flatly.

“Why?” Even though he says no, his hands knead your breasts. Pinching and pulling your nipples as he starts sitting up in the bed. His mouth moving closer to your tits.

“Because I didn’t care about them. They were just a wet hole,” you push him back down onto the bed, and he laughs.

“It’s not funny. What if someone treated me like that?” His face darkens as he looks up at you through his lashes. He is nearly baring his teeth like a wild dog. “What if some man at college uses me just for sex? I don’t want sex to be like that for me. I want it with someone I love.”

“It’s a dangerous game we’re playing,” you know it is. But if you have to play a game, it is going to be with Ransom.

“Just today. Until your parents get back. I want you to explore me. Teach me. Show me. Tell me how to know if a man wants my body or if he wants my heart,” Ransom sits up abruptly, moving his hands to cup your tits. Leaning forward his mouth circles around the sensitive bud, and his teeth scrape over the area, and you arch your back, pushing more into him.

“You’re too eager, and too sensitive. Minimum of five dates before anything moves past your mouths, not even oral. Clothes stay on,” you nod as he moves to the other nipple, and he sucks roughly. His tongue is able to circle around the peak before he pulls off with a pop.

“Remember you deserve the world. Don’t settle for some idiot at a bodega. You need someone that can give you a life of travel, wandering the world, and not having to worry about money. You nod again as he taps your leg, “Lift up a bit.”

Enthusiastically you completely get off him. Standing up on the floor where you shimmy out of your panties. Watching as he slides his boxers down, and you’re already bouncing back to the bed. “Easy. Don’t act like this for others. They’ll take advantage of you. Alright, straddle me, and grab the base of my cock.”

You listen, and start sinking over him. “No, guide me through your wetness. Use your body as lube,” you follow his directions, moving his head through your folds. “Now, find your hole, and slowly sink down. There ya go. Keep going, Belle. Keep taking me,” you sink, chest heaving as you feel him inside you. “Just like that, baby. Just like that. Take all of me. Don’t stop.”

You don’t. You keep taking all of him, until you’ve seated yourself back on top of him. “Now, just let your body adjust to me. Breathe in and out,” he holds up his hands, and you weave your fingers into his. Focusing on breathing, instead of the intense stretch he’s giving your body. You can feel him up to your ears. What is the normal size of a dick? Or is it everything else? Because he’s your Ransom.

“Belle,” his sickeningly sweet nickname for you rings up into your ears, and you can’t help but to roll your hips. “Fuck,” Ransom whispers as you start a slow pace of grinding on him. You look down at him smiling, “What?”

“This doesn’t feel the same,” this feels weaker than whatever he was doing to you last night.

“Because you’re on top, and there’s really not any thrusting,” you curl your nose as you look at him. “It feels amazing, sweetheart, but it’s just stimulating your clit.”

His hands grope the globs of your ass, and he lifts you up, only to let your cunt suck him back up, and a pleasured sigh releases from your mouth. “See. Try it. But just move to make it feel good. I’m enjoying the view of these little bitty titties. Maybe you can make them bounce.”

“You’re so gross.”

You awkwardly move over him a few times, glad it’s Ransom and not some random man that would realize how inexperienced you are. “Here,” he grabs your hands, placing them on his chest, “This anchors yourself, but also makes those tits look phenomenal. Arch your back, and pop your ass, and then contract it. Don’t overcomplicate the movement. And add pressure to me. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

He smiles, smacking your ass. His face lighting up when you yip, “I promise, now ride that dick,” you want to make a comment to him, but instead it comes out in a weird moan. “You like that, huh?”

“Like what?”

Ransom gets the most devious look on his face, and he grabs your hips, assisting a slow bounce on top of him. “You like someone talking dirty to you? Like hearing that your pussy is so fucking tight hugging my fat cock? Do you like knowing you look like a beautiful little slut, instead of a perfectly poised ballerina? Your training is better suited riding my cock like you own it.”

Your legs tremble with his words. You feel that you’re killing Ransom with how much pressure you have on his chest, but still he talks too filthy to you. “You’re taking me extra deep at this angle, huh? And if you want me to fuck you into the bed, you better make yourself come first.”

“Ransom,” you mewl, finding the most perfect rhythm to take him. Bouncing on top of him quickly. “Hugh,” you feel his cock throb inside of you, and fall on top of his chest, continuing to buck your hips on him. “I feel your heartbeat.”

“You’re laying on my chest, Belle, of course you do. You’re taking me so good, too.”

“No,” his hands smooth up and down your arms, and you feel so safe. Protected in ways that nobody else could. Ransom has always been your best friend. You're solid. The best thing that’s ever happened to you. You would share everything with him. Your life, your dreams, and now your body. “I feel your heart inside of me.”

You sling yourself off Ransom’s stomach, watching his handsome face contort. “Do I feel good?”

“This is best pussy I have ever felt,” he whispers. His fingers create bruises on your skin with how tightly he holds you. “Let me know if I hurt you. I’m trying not to come yet,” you nod, continuing to move over top of him. Whimpering at the sounds the your two wet bodies make in his quiet bedroom. “It’s the best, Belle. Because I actually love you. Put your hands on my thighs, and back.”

“But…you’re going to see everything.”

“That’s the point,” he lifts your hands off his chest. His crooked smirk makes him look more boyish than manlike. “We like seeing your body, but also seeing us slipping into you,” with your mouth turning into an ‘O’, and you do as he asked. Keeping your eyes on him, but he stares at your cunt swallowing him whole.

He looks beautiful watching you. You could almost see a life with the two of you as more than friends, but as lovers. Waking up and riding him every morning. Could anyone make you feel as comfortable as Ransom? Could they know the right things to say and when to say it? Could they also tease you, but never go too far? But if you chose that path with Ransom would it ruin the most perfect thing in your life? Would it be worth it to not have him in your life?

You hated to think about a life without Ransom. Without being the only one to make him smile. You were just as special to him as he was to you. And you cherish him. Even in this lewd act of the two of you changing your relationship in a way, but it feels right. It doesn’t seem grotesque of Ransom to watch your pussy. Even the way he pushes his thumb against your bundle of nerves and creates tight little circles on your skin, it seems to be for your enjoyment. He always makes everything about him.

He adds more pressure. Going faster. Faster. Smiling as your movements become harsh. Rapid. Too much. Body shivering as you set ablaze. Throwing your head back to look up at the ceiling as you sob out his name.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, but it’s so soft, like he doesn’t want you to hear.

You look back down at Ransom, and he gazes up at you like you’re a goddess. “Ran…”

”Get on your knees,” shimmying your shoulders, you position yourself like he asked. Waiting and watching as he climbs behind you. “Lean forward, and closer to the bed. Arch your back,” you do as you're told, but keep your eyes on him. He studies you like you’re a work of art. Running the tip of his head through your folds, you sink even lower, “There’s a good girl. Do you know how swollen your pussy is?”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Uh huh,” he slams himself into your warmth, and you cling to the blankets, crying out. “And I’m about to make her even more puffy,” his movements are all shocking. Skyrocketing your body further up the bed, and making your toes curl in pleasurable agony. Something so rough, shouldn’t feel this good, and yet it’s made you speechless, and gives you a loss of function in your body. It’s just euphoria.

Nothing else matters in this world but the way Ransom is railing into you. The way he grunts with every thrust. The girls he’s probably fucked didn’t matter because there’s no way he fucks them the way he does you. There’s no way that he stares at their cunt like it could solve the world’s problems. And there’s no way that he feels about them the way he feels about you.

You’ve always known that Ransom and you belonged together, but is being together this way so wrong? Is the way that he’s lighting you up, so fucking bad? You’ll probably feel differently when this is over, but right now this is too good to be wrong or a bad idea. This is everything. He’s everything. Everything with you.

“And when you want the best angle,” his arm goes under your stomach, and he pulls your back up to his chest, and somehow manages to fuck into you harder. “I get to see these perfect tits bounce around,” a hand goes around your neck, and you yearn for more pressure. “You have to tell me. Give me permission.”

“Own me. I’m yours,” he adds enough pressure around your neck, so that stars glitter in front of you. His other hand moves down your front where he stimulates your clit, and you scream, “Ransom!”

“I see all of you,” Ransom attaches his mouth to your neck, nipping, and sucking over the column until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Your stomach swimming with pleasure.

“I feel all of you,” you can’t stop the sounds from pouring out of your body, and the fluids. My god, why is everything so wet and sloppy? “My perfect, sloppy little slut. You know, I have a secret to tell you.”

“Come inside of me,” you’d hear about the secret later. “Your mom brought the pill. Just do it!” Everything happens so fast. His hands move around your body. Pulling, pinching, slapping, squeezing. What is this? What even is happening besides heaven?

You can’t take it anymore. This much pleasure can’t be good for one person, and you let go. Giving into the salacious pleasure, “No one has ever taken my entire cock,” Ransom says on your neck, and your walls clench down, holding him in a vice grip. Pulsing and fluttering around his body, until warm ribbons of cum burst into your belly, and you sigh. Relaxing in his embrace.

Nobody ever would feel this absolute. Because you were made for Ransom. He is so gentle as he lays you down on his bed. Walking into his en-suite with his cute tush bare to you. “Where are you going?”

He returns with a wet washcloth, and you roll over onto your back, “You’re doing that thing you did last night. What are you staring at?”

“Watching myself leak out of someone for the first time. And yeah, that thing I did last night is cleaning you up. Never settle for a man that doesn’t want to give you the best aftercare, and cuddle afterwards,” oh. So he was still in the mindset of this was just practice amongst friends. You can be, too. He was right after all, a messy breakup wasn’t worth losing a friendship.

He tosses the rag into his hamper before dropping down onto the bed, “What’s the next lesson, Ran?”

“Sucking cock like a porn star. You want to watch porn together?” you giggle, rolling your eyes at him before plopping onto the bed. Scooting closer to him.

“What?” You snuggle in closer with him. Desiring nothing more than his sticky skin on yours.

“How will you know what you want, if you don’t see what else is out there?” There is a bit of logic to this, but watching porn with Ransom would be weird, right?

“We can watch porn, if you promise to try it out with me. Just to see if I like it?” Ransom shrugs as he smiles, clicking on his phone a bit. “I’m serious!”

“You’re addicted to sex, and to my cock. Careful, Belle, I might have to dump you like the rest of them,” rolling your eyes, you settle back beside Ransom, clicking on a video before it casts to his tv. “Seriously? My stepsister let me creampie her tight little pussy?”

“No! I just clicked on something!” Mortified, you hide your face in his chest.

“You’ve ruined the algorithm now. It’s going to be step sibling porn the rest of the evening now.”

“What about best friends?”

“Is that we are?” You nod your head, and Ransom ignores you, clicking on his phone. “Here, playing truth or dare with my best friend until she lets me fuck her until I bust a load. This should satisfy your filthy self.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so good at sex.”

“Just promise me you won’t just fuck random guys. You deserve a relationship, okay?” You hold up a pinky, and Ransom wraps his own around yours. “Alright, slut, and I mean that in the most nice way possible,” and please, don’t fall in love with anyone but Ransom.

“Whore.”

“Ransom!” Ransom stares up at his mom, scowling. Years without you had hardened him. Years without your softness, and giggles, and private performances on a daily basis, and years without the way you felt on top of him. It’d been miserable. But he was trying to be happy that you had found your one.

“She’s in town,” Ransom shrugs. “Rain is in the forecast,” he smirks, pushing his chair back. “Be nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

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Try Again | C.B.

Summary: Carter wants to try the relationship again.

"Why did you do that, Carter? It's going to be all over Gossip Girl. Do you know what your dad is going to do about this bad press?" Y/N asked and placed the cold cup of whiskey to his bruise. He stared away from her. Hell, he didn't know himself. Carter saw that she was in trouble, and the rest of it was a blur.

"I just did, alright? Can we drop the 20 questions?" He asked rudely. Y/N sighed at his rudeness. The punch must have brought back the old Carter.

"Glad to see you are back. Thanks for the help. You can hold your own glass, right?" She asked and placed the glass on the coffee table. Carter reached his arm out in front of her.

"Don't go. I'm sorry. It's just," he stopped and looked away from her. Carter couldn't form an intelligent response for her. He thought about their night together since it happened. The way she purred his name in his ear.

"It's just what, Carter? You've been weird ever since we agreed the one night stand was just that," she sighed and stared at him. Carter pressed his fingers together. He appeared nervous.

"I don't think I want it to be just one night," he admitted.

"What?"

"Trust me, I'm not happy about it either. This feeling I have sucks. Whenever you walk into a room, it feels like time stops. That guy was being a dick to you, and I stopped it," Carter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He stood up and paced around the room. His dad was going to murder him. There was no doubt about it. Another scandal on the Baizen name.

"I don't believe you. Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"You were pretty adamant about it being one time," he answered. Y/N sighed and placed her head in her hands.

"So what do we do?" She asked. "We tried dating and nearly moved on from each other. We just started to become friends again until the one night stand. What do you want to come out of this?"

He stared at her. "I want another shot at us, Y/N, and I won't take no for an answer,"

[sweeterthanthis]

Not In That Way

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst, dubcon if you squint, degradation, throat fucking, spit play, vaginal sex, asphyxiation, throat pie. 18+.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble for an ask that @buckyownsmylife received, which you can find HERE. But it kinda expanded just a touch. I have never written Carter before and I've never seen GG, so I've no idea if this is even any good. Enjoy 💜

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"I'm sorry, I don't know if I'm hearing this right. You're gonna have to speak up, kitten."

You feel rage searing through your veins, your eyes welling with tears and your fists balled at your sides. Carter Baizen has always been an asshole. You've always been able to see through the preppy, cunning facade, ever since middle school. And he's never bothered to hide it from you. Not you.

He'd never tell anyone that he was sleeping with the shy, quiet, 'virgin'. Too wrapped up in the debutant, pretty, rich boy lifestyle to ever give you anything other than a secretive rendezvous here and there. But it wasn't enough for you anymore, and you hated yourself for loving him. He'd never want you. Not in that way.

"I'm not doing this anymore, Carter. I won't do this anymore," you tell him, voice shaky and unsure. He simply smirks, those bright baby blues sparkling with amusement as he makes his way over to you. 

"Oh, you're not doing this anymore? That's cute, kitten. That's real fucking cute," Carter grins, just feet away, "there's just one tiny problem with that. You don't get to tell me when it's over."

He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, towering over you as he leans in, forcing a sloppy, open mouthed kiss against your lips. You rip your head away in disgust, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. It's all for effect though. An act. The flesh of your bare thighs clench together beneath your skirt, shuffling in your seat as slick gathers at your core. 

"You're a fucking asshole," you spit, your teeth chewing at the inside of your cheek as you try to stop yourself from telling him to fuck off.

"I am an asshole, but you love it. Pretty little thing like you? Bet you could get yourself a half decent boyfriend if you tried," he leans in, hands gripping the arms of the chair, "but you don't want that, do you? You're not happy unless you've got a mouth full of my cock, and we both know it."

You hate the way your cunt clenches around nothing, the way your eyes flicker to the prominent bulge straining beneath his slacks. You want to reach for it, feel the weight of it in your palm again, and you hate yourself for that, too. 

"Aww, look at my girl," he coos, patronising you in a way only he can, "big, brave baby came here to break it off with me? And now she can't stop thinking about my cock? Go ahead, you can have it. Just take it."

Every rational brain cell in your head is telling you to sock him in his cocky, smug face. But the part of you inside that's aching to feel him stretch out your mouth again? That part is screaming, itching to take over all coherent thought. 

"I hate you," you whisper, your hands betraying you as you reach for his belt buckle, making slow - yet, light - work of pulling his dick free. You can't help but wet your lips at the sight of it, so perfect in length, a girth that most men his age would give their left arm for, the bulbous crown leaking with precum and twitching against your palm. 

"Look at you. Cock drunk already, and you haven't even had a taste yet," he chuckles, his knuckles grazing your cheek with a faux softness that makes you shudder, "open up for me, kitten."

You don't know why you do it, but you do - shuffling to the edge of your seat and parting your lips, a breathy moan escaping your throat at the first taste of the salty droplets as he rests the tip on your tongue. You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes; a grunt of satisfaction rumbling low in his chest at the sight of you lapping at the head. 

"You act like a good girl, but we both know that once you get your lips around my dick, you're anything but. Suck it," he orders, feeding his length into your mouth slowly, canting his hips when he reaches the back of your throat. 

Your movements are slow and unsure at first, just like always; but the feel of his cock hardening against the roof of your mouth makes you feel powerful. Makes you feel like you're the one in control, because you have the ability to make him whimper and cry for release.

Carter fucks into your mouth, filthy, sloppy sounds as he crams as much of himself down your throat as he can. You gag obscenely, trying to steady your breathing through your nostrils as you hollow your cheeks around his heavy shaft.

"That's it. Fuck, you're so filthy. Always let me fuck that pretty mouth like it's a pussy," he lets out a low whine then, your tongue flat against your chin as you bob your head back and forth, your hand reaching for his warm, smooth sac; twisting his balls gently in your hand, earning a hiss of pleasure from him. 

"There she is. There's my kitten. Always so fucking eager to please me," his fingers tangle in your hair, jerking your head back as you gasp for breath during a moment of reprieve, "you know I love that mouth, but I love that tight cunt a whole lot more. Turn around, ass in the air." 

Spittle dripping from your swollen lips, you scramble to do as he says, your knees resting on the seat and your hands clutching at the mahogany frame. You wince at the sound of material ripping, your ass bare to him as he decimates the barrier preventing him from sliding home. 

"You came here to break up with me, but conveniently forgot to wear panties? Baby, you must think I'm fucking stupid," his fingers dip between your sodden folds, and you shiver when you feel the slick trail of his spit slip down over your asshole, dripping further until it settles between your lips, as if you weren't wet enough already. "You always did go wild over that first stretch, didn't you?"

The noise that leaves your throat as he splits you open is almost primal, your back arching as you push back against him, wanting every last inch of his cock deep inside your fluttering cunt. 

You can barely keep yourself balanced, the chair jerking beneath you, his hand curling around your throat from behind as he yanks your body up to collide with his; knees quaking and your hands reaching for his wrist to steady yourself. 

"You're mine, you understand? We're not done until I say we're done," he growls against your ear, your pulse thumping as the grip on your throat grows tighter, "and maybe I won't let you go at all. Gonna be the perfect little slut for me until I get bored of fucking you."

You sob, pleasure rippling through you as he pounds into you, your heat sucking him in, each thrust of his hips sending you closer to the blissful eruption that you crave so desperately. 

"You gonna come already, kitten? Fuck, feels so good," he breathes, one hand on your waist, guiding you back against him. 

You were. You were so fucking close already, teetering on the edge of sheer euphoria, taking every brutal invasion of his cock with the sweetest of cries. Your pulse thrummed against his fingers, vision blurring from the lack of oxygen and the sensation of his girth fucking you open.

"P-please," you sob, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your body pliable and his to use as he pleases. 

"Come on, kitten. Come all over my dick," he whispers against your cheek, sharp, insistent juts into you as you shake in his possessive hold. 

Your eyes cross and your toes curl, every muscle in your body tightening all at once, a wave of white hot pleasure crashing over you as you cry out his name, his movements reducing to slow, languid, sloppy thrusts. 

He lets you ride it out, fucks you through the pleasure and pulls every last drop out of you before he's manhandling you, your knees hitting the floor before you can register it. 

"Gonna clean the mess off my cock, shine it up for me and let me empty my balls down that slutty throat,"

You're in a daze, out of it as you jerk his cock into your mouth, lapping up the salty-sweet taste of your cunt from his flesh, his cock throbbing against your tongue as you let the saliva fall freely from the corners of your mouth. You have no shame like this. Not with him. 

"Fuck, kitten, m'gonna come," he grunts, gritting his teeth and holding your head down onto him, nose nestled in the course hair that sits at the base of his cock. 

The muscles of his stomach tighten against your forehead, balls drawing up against your chin and his hot, thick, sticky spend splashing at the back of your bruised, fucked out throat. 

You feel his thumb stroke against the column of your neck as he shakes, curses spilling from his lips as he empties every last drop. 

Carter pulls free of your mouth, and you swallow instantly; humming in dumbstruck contentment at the warmth trickling down your throat. 

"See, kitten. Goes down almost as easy as you did."

[strawboorybunny]

Betrayed

Pairing: Carter Bazien x Nerdy!Reader

Words: 1900+

Author’s note: Hey, guys! So, this is my first post. I had promised my lovely @cxddlyash a fic for her birthday! Let me know what you think! Enjoy and happy reading!

Warnings: Angst, fluff, an asshole and just Carter Bazien in general.

You took a drink of wine as you watched Carter from across the room. He gave you a wink and a smirk as the blonde he was flirting with took him to one of the back rooms of the club. You rolled your eyes before downing your wine.

You sat down at the bar waving to the bartender for another glass. You glanced behind you at the back rooms. You and Carter have been friends since you guys were kids. You have been there for each other until he started playing his games. You and Carter were very different. He was more into money and girls while you were more interested in reading and staying out of everyone’s games. But like the other girls, you fell hard for Carter Baizen.

You sighed before downing your second glass. The bartender gave you a glance as he cleaned a cup. You gave him a smile before placing money down. “This is for the wine and the drinks the guy I was with ordered.” He nodded and took the cash. You took out your phone and hovered over his name. You shook your head before putting your phone away and leaving.

-

You sat on your couch reading a book. You groaned as you heard a knock on the door. You got up and looked through your spyglass. “Carter?” You whispered to yourself before opening the door. Carter looked at you before walking into your apartment.

“Where the hell did you go?” He asked while stepping into your apartment. You closed the door behind him and leaned up against it.

“I came home. You were…busy,” you mentioned and Carter chuckled, walking into your kitchen. You watched as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. 

He downed the alcohol before rubbing a hand down his face. “You could have told me.”

You scoffed. “Uh huh. So what? You could try to convince me to stay as you fuck another whore?!”

Carter then scoffed. “Is that all you think I do?”

“No Carter, I know that’s all you fucking do. And…and you expect me to go along with everything you do. I’m not like you Carter! I’m sick of watching your games!” You felt your anxiety rising. Carter walked towards you. 

He nodded as he licked his lips. “I see.” You watched him carefully. You moved away from the door and from him. You knew Carter was beyond pissed at you. He chuckled before pinning you against the wall. “Well at least I can get someone in the bedroom. I don’t think we need to be reminded about senior year now do we?” You began to tear up at the memory. You stayed against the wall as Carter left your apartment.

You looked at Carter from the passenger seat. “Are you sure about this?”

He gave you a reassuring smile. “Of course I am. You know I wouldn’t put you in any situation you were uncomfortable with.” You smiled slightly before looking at the mansion just down the road from the car. Carter got out and opened your door. You laughed as he held out his hand.

“What a gentleman.” You said as you took his hand. He laughed before leading you to the party. You felt uncomfortable as some of the girls glared at you for being with Carter. 

“I’m going to get us some drinks. You go wait outside for me. It’s not as loud out there.” He said to you over the music. You nodded before going outside. You shifted uncomfortably as a few guys checked you out. “Here we are.” You quietly thanked Carter as you took a drink.

Carter led you to a group sitting outside. “Ladies, gentlemen, this is y/n.” You waved awkwardly before sitting down next to Carter. You took sips of your drinks as Carter flirted with the girls. 

You glanced over at the guys. Some were participating in their own conversations. You blushed as one smirked your way. You looked behind you to see if anyone was behind you. He chuckled slightly before shuffling towards you. He introduced himself as Victor. Carter patted your thigh as you and the guy flirted back and forth. He whispered in your ear before getting up with you.

Carter glanced at you before motioning to the guy. You chuckled as you heard him say, “be careful with her.” Your smile faded when you noticed some of the other guys looking at you with devilish smirks. “Come on, babe.” Victor said before putting a hand on your back. He led you through the party and up the stairs. He pulled you against him as he began to kiss your neck. 

The people in the hallway moved out of your way as he pulled you into a room. You bounced as he pushed you on the bed. He kissed you heavily as he began to strip you of your clothes. With the alcohol running through your system, you failed to notice what was happening around you. You shifted uncomfortably as Victor began to go lower. He glanced at you as you began to push him away. “I-I don’t feel comfortable with this…”

Victor rolled his eyes as he sat up slightly. “Can you just shut up so I can fuck you and get this over with. I have more people on that fucking list to get to.” He said as he went back to kiss your neck. You fully pushed him off and began gathering your clothes.

“What list?”

He scoffed and went to grab his phone. Your eyes widened once you noticed it was recording. “A list of pathetic girls to fuck that we bet money on. I’m shocked you didn’t catch on being friends with Baizen.”

You shook your head as you wiped the tears away. Carter wouldn’t do that to you would he? Before Victor could say another word, you quickly left the room. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you pushed through the dancing bodies. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you walked home.

You wiped your tears away. “Fuck you, Baizen.”

-

You laughed as you and your friends walked into the club. It had been a month since the interaction between you and Carter. “Alright ladies, I’ll be right back with drinks.” Sarah said before heading up to the bar.

You sat and chatted with the other girls until Sarah got back. “Y/n, I just want to warn you because I love you that Baizen is here.” You froze slightly before looking for him. You rolled your eyes as you saw him flirting with a blonde. You downed the shot Sarah brought back. The girls exchanged looks. Sarah smiled. “Yeah! That’s the spirit babe!” The others took their shots before Sarah asked for more.

After a couple more shots, you gained the confidence to go and confront your best friend. As you made your way, you heard a voice you haven’t heard since that night. “Come on Baizen. You still owe me for that night. I may not have fucked her but I still got her clothes off. That’s gotta count for something.” Victor said before taking a drink of his scotch. “She was the last person on that stupid list and it was your idea.” Your heart broke when you heard Victor say that. Tears clouded your vision as you turned to walk away. Carter was about to say something when he saw you walk away from them. His eyes widened slightly before going after you.

“Y/n!” Carter yelled over the music.

“You fucking asshole! That was one of the worst nights of my life and you were in on it! I can’t believe you would do something like that! That fucking hurts worst than getting humiliated.” Carter looked at the crowd gathering around them. He sighed before bringing you to a more private location.

“It was a harmless joke, y/n” He whispered as he tried to grab your hand. You scoffed before moving your hand away.

“A harmless joke? You’re the fucking joke Baizen. I want you to leave me alone.” You said before walking out of the club.

-

You smiled as you took in the aroma of the café. Sarah waved at you as you approached the table. “Hi honey. I got you a hot chocolate.”

“Oh you’re the best.” You said as you sat down and took in the smell. She laughed before looking at the door as the bell rang. You gave her a confused look as her smile faded. “What?”

“Baizen just walked in.” You turned and locked eyes with Carter. He hesitated before walking over to you guys. Sarah rolled her eyes. “Bazien. What do you want?” She said with a fake smile. You gave her a look. She shrugged when she looked at you.

“I want to talk to y/n.” 

You grabbed Sarah’s hand before she could reply. “We can talk. You have a minute.” He nodded and motioned to an empty table. You gave Sarah a reassuring smile before following Carter.

“So, how have you been?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “What do you want? You have a minute.” 

Carter sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I was younger back then and an idiot. I wasn’t really thinking-”

“Bullshit. Forty seconds. I don’t want your lies Carter. You only care about money.”

“I don’t only care about money. I care about you the most.”

You bitterly laughed. “If you actually cared about me, you wouldn’t have set me up. Twenty seconds.”

Carter groaned. “Why do you care so fucking much?” He said lowly to not make a scene.

“Because it hurts to be betrayed by someone you love. Time's up, goodbye Carter.” Carter stared at you as you got up.

“You love me?”

You nodded and walked away.

-

Carter sat in his car staring at your apartment building. After your interaction in the café, he has done nothing but think about what you had said. Maybe that’s the reason why he felt so guilty when you left the party last night. Maybe he was just hoping it was something you could work past but it caused you pain and it was all his fault. He didn’t want to realize his feelings for you. He felt as if he would have been looked at differently if he was with someone like you but that was just high school talking. He fell in love with you and didn’t want to face it.

He gripped the steering wheel before hitting it in frustration. He then got out of his car before making his way up to you. He hesitated before knocking on your door. He smiled slightly when he heard the muffled, “I’m coming.”, before opening the door. You looked taken back when you saw him. “Carter-” Your sentence was interrupted by Carter grabbing your waist and pulling you into a kiss.

He pushed you into your apartment before he broke it. “Wha-”

“Don’t say anything. Just listen. Please.” He said before looking into your eyes. “I love you, y/n. I felt so guilty for what I did to you and I am so sorry. I was stupid and didn’t realize what the fuck I was doing. I just-I can’t lose you.” He said quietly. You smiled before pulling him into another kiss. 

You placed your hands on his face. “I love you, Carter Baizen. Now and forever.”

He smiled. “Be mine?”

“Always.”

-

Taglist: @cxddlyash @jessalyn-jpeg @noisynightmarefest @shyartistmaddie​ 

[spookiekewchie]

kiss it, kiss it better baby

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Carter Baizen x black!reader

Summary: Take it on back boy, take it back all night...

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: general language warning, carter being an idiot and saying shit he doesn't mean, some groveling from carter, facesitting, if he dies he dies ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (jk jk), hair pulling, squirting

A/N: DAY EIGHT OF KINKTOBER goes out to the homie @olyvoyl for enabling this filth. If there’s any errors or typos my bad, I gave it a look over before posting but I probably missed something knowing me.. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You already know who’s knocking at your door, cursing and frustrated because you’ve changed the locks and their key no longer works. Carter Baizen only has himself to blame, and you have half a mind to leave his ass standing outside your door looking like a sad puppy.

“Come on, baby girl. I know you’re in there.” You can hear him pleading from the other side, he sounds so needy and before you can think better of it your feet are padding across the floor to stand at the door. “Can we just talk about it, I know I fucked up. I know I shouldn’t have said what I said, you know you’re not just a tight set of holes to me.” Hearing him repeat what you’d overheard him telling his idiot trust fund prick friends just sets you off all over again and you quickly unlock the front door and yank it open with a glare on your face. Carter has the good sense to look guilty, especially when he can see by how red your eyes are that you were probably crying earlier.

“Then why the fuck did you say it?” You spit, tone venomous as you watch him carefully edge his way into your apartment. You know why he said it, trying to impress his stupid fucking friends and got his ass caught up in the bullshit and trying to fake the funk like he hasn’t fallen face first for you. He could have just said that when he was questioned about you and all the photos that have been circulating of the two of you together. Instead Carter had said that, making it seem like he’s still out here being a player and if that’s what he wants then you’re more than happy to let him go do just that. “Matter fact, why are you here Carter? I’m sure you got other hoes you can go fuck around with.” You snap, glaring as you slam your door shut and flip the lock.

Carter tries, really tries not to smile. He knows it’s not the time or the right move, you’re pissed at him and rightfully so. He’s been with you for more than a few months now and when he had the chance to claim you and dead any rumors that might be out there he got caught slacking. He knows you have every right to be going off on him, but the fact that you’re mad enough to go off on him at least means you’re talking to him. “Baby girl, you know I gave up all my hoes for you.” He says, half joking and half serious as he tries to get close enough to wrap you up in his arms. You dodge him like he has the plague and kiss your teeth with a roll of your eyes.

You don’t need him trying to distract you like that, not yet at least. It’s not easy though, he looks good just like he always does. Peacoat, dress shirt all buttoned up, expensive bespoke trousers and a pair of shoes that probably costs close to what your rent does. It also doesn’t help that he’s wearing the cologne that you picked out for him which means he smells absolutely delicious. Too bad you’re pissed off at him or you’d be letting him fuck you silly right about now.

“Nah see, because if you’re comfortable enough to say what you said about me to your friends, then how do I know you aren’t comfortable enough to have another bitch to run to?” Carter sighs at your question, shaking his head as he shrugs out of his coat and drapes it over the back of your sofa.

“Baby girl, please. Don’t do this, I know I fucked up. I knew it the second I said that shit, and I’d do anything to take it back.” He catches you by the waist before you can dodge him again, and the look you give him says very clearly that he better pick his words carefully. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you?” He’s giving you that damn puppy dog look that usually gets him whatever he wants, but tonight you’re gonna demand more if he wants you to even consider forgiving him.

You scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. It’s probably not the best time for it, but Carter can feel his cock growing stiffer with each passing second. It’s an unfortunate side effect of seeing you mad, he can’t help it if he finds you sexy when you're all attitude and fire. There’s just something about the way you purse your lips, and jut your hip out, even the roll of your neck when you’re saying shit to him that he knows should piss him off gets him going. Honestly he’s thinking of nothing more than bending you over the back of the sofa and fucking the attitude right out of you until you’re saying that you forgive him. He licks his lips at the thought, and the action draws your attention and inspires a few thoughts of your own.

“You wanna make it up to me? You can start by getting on your knees and begging me to give you another chance to correct your fuck up.” You reach up, carding your fingers through his thick hair and applying pressure to the crown of his head. He thinks you’re joking, but when its clear that you aren’t he’s quick to say fuck his pride and let’s you push him down onto his knees.

“I’m sorry, you’re the only woman I wanna be with. You know that baby girl, I said some stupid shit the other night and I didn’t mean a word of it. I mean yeah you got the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure and the privilege to experience, but that’s not the only reason why I’m with you.” His hands slide up your calves until they rest against the back of your thighs. God he loves your thighs, he loves being between them, and he just can’t resist nipping at the supple brown flesh of one of them. “Baby girl, tell me what you want me to do to make it up to you. Let me show you how sorry I am for making you doubt me.”

Damn, he sounds so fucking desperate and it goes straight to your pussy. It doesn’t help at all when he starts to nuzzle at your mound through your yoga pants. “Forgive me, baby girl...please? I’ll do anything, I’ll buy you whatever you want, take you wherever you want, just…” he groans against you, and you can feel the vibrations through your yoga pants. You smirk, a brow arching high as you watch him grovel and beg you to just tell him to fix his fuck up. “Just tell me what you want from me, baby girl.” He breathes out, inhaling your scent through your clothing. You aren’t wearing anything under the tight pants, and you know there’s probably a little dark spot that’s growing more and more the longer Carter nuzzles and nudges his nose against you the way he is.

“Lay on your back.” You tell him simply, and you can see the confusion but he does it regardless and folds his hands behind his head as he enjoys the view of you standing over him. You smirk, hands moving to the waistband of your yoga pants to peel them down your legs and toss them away. Carter is practically salivating at the mouth at the sight of you, and he groans when you drag a single finger through your slick folds. “I’m going to ride that pretty face, until I cum all in your mouth. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider what other ways I want you to make it right.” You tell him, dropping carefully to your knees over his face and teasing him for a moment by keeping yourself just out of reach before finally settling over his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time, his tongue dragging against you and pushing inside you as his hands come up to grip the juicy globes of your ass. You toss your braids over your shoulder, throwing your head back with a loud moan, your hips rocking against his sinful mouth.

He groans under you, letting you use him and caring very little about his own need to breathe when you’re so damn addictive. Carter will die in the pussy if he has to, at least he’ll go out after having the best damn last meal known to man. You’re vaguely aware of the human body’s need for oxygen though and as mad as you are you don’t want the idiot suffocating in your pussy. You lift off of him, smirking at the sound of discontent that leaves him when you do. “Don’t be a brat, Carter.” You tell him, lowering yourself against and hissing out a breath when you feel his lips sealing around your clit and sucking at the bundle of nerves. “Shit, that’s it. Show me how sorry you are for being an ass.” You gasp, suddenly feeling too hot in your oversized tee shirt. You pull it off clumsily, hands going to your breasts to tweak at your nipples to add to the pleasure you’re already feeling.

He laps at you, dragging his tongue flat against you and he takes a breath before he uses the grip he has on your ass to make you press down entirely on him. The moment you feel his tongue fucking into you you’re keening and calling his name, a hand dropping between your thighs to grab onto his hair and roll your hips against his mouth. His nose nudges against your clit with each move you make and you can feel your pleasure building to a boiling point. Carter’s tongue presses as deep as it can inside you, teases and swirls against your walls as he groans when you pull on his hair. You can feel the vibrations of it and it only pushes you closer to the edge.

“C-carter, that’s it…’m so close, don’t stop!” You cry out, and Carter has no intentions on stopping until he’s got you making a mess for him. He doesn’t even care that he’s starting to go a little red in the face, or that his lungs are starting to burn from the lack of oxygen. The only thing the insatiable man under you wants is to make you fall apart on his mouth. He doesn’t even complain when you begin to rock harder against his face, he knows that it means that you’re close and he just works harder and ignores the lightheadedness that’s starting to set in. You give another tug on his hair, and he hums against your sopping core, and you finally topple over the edge with a loud curse as you pull away from his mouth only to have him pull you back down greedy to have your juices fill his mouth as you cum with a gush.

Carter’s tongue drags over you again once he’s swallowed everything that he’s coaxed out of you, and you twitch away when his tongue flicks over your clit. “You still mad, baby girl?” He questions, sounding a little breathless but no less smug about how you’ve just fallen apart for him. You narrow your eyes, carefully sliding down his body until your hips are slotted over his. You’re still mad, just not as mad but there is something that will make you feel much better.

“Don’t move.” You order, reaching up to drag his coat closer to you so you can fish his phone out of the pocket. You reach for his hand, and he doesn’t bother trying to stop you from using his thumb to unlock it. He’s got an amused smile on his face as he watches you pull up his camera app, snap a picture of his wet face, mussed up hair, and sappy grin. You tap the screen a few times, grinning victoriously when you turn the screen around so he can see the picture of him that you’ve just posted to his Insta along with the caption “Bad boyfriends get rode hard, and put away wet.” And after that your @ just so there’s no confusion about who just soaked Carter’s pretty face.

“Promise I’ll be on my best behavior from now on, forgive me?” He settles his hands on your hips, slowly letting them inch higher as if he just can’t help but touch you.

“I might, but only after a few more orgasms.” You answer, smirking as you toss his phone onto the sofa.

“I’ll give you as many as you can handle, and then a few more, baby girl.”

[clerati]

Carter shows Serena that she's loved, how much he loves her, after her disappointment at not finding her dad in Santorini.

Title: Stay in Santorini Parring(s): van der Baizen (Serena/Carter) Universe: Gossip Girl (Original Series)    Summary: Serena learns what making love means in Santorini as she and Carter experience the only first that matters together. Rating: E

Her dad is gone before she gets there. She crumbles into herself in a way she has almost never...

(Read more: AO3)

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

What you want

Pairing: Dominant Carter Baizen x Submissive Female Reader

Summary: Coming out of grief isn't always easy. For you and your boss, Carter Baizen, it's what brought you two closer together. As a Submissive, you keep your feelings towards your Dominant boss kept away, not wanting to abuse your position as his PA or as a Submissive.

Carter though, well, let's just say he completely disagrees. With everything.

Warnings: This takes place in a modern setting, but no Gossip Girl. In this world, people either identify as a Dominant, Switch, or Submissive. So a BDSM verse, so to speak. Heavy references to past character deaths are mentioned, as well as past grief/mourning. And mentions of technical child abandonment? I don't really know what to call Jenny's situation with Cassidy, but I'm putting that mention just in case. Oral and vaginal sex, with a mild spit used as lube, a mild spanking kink, and a daddy kink.

Additional Notes: This is an older fic off of my AO3, but you can blame @buckysswinter for convincing me to post this. Hope you're happy bestie. 10k word vomit, just for you.

As a side note, I've also never seen Gossip Girl, so I'm terribly sorry if any of these characters seems OOC!

As always, if you'd like, you can read this fic on AO3 here.

Word Count: 10,300

“Auntie!”

The eight-year-old Cassidy Humphrey was running towards you, in the little apartment, the two of you shared in the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

Dressed in a unicorn t-shirt, and blue jeans, along with her fuzzy socks, you smiled as she stumbled her way into your arms.

“Good morning Cassie. Did you have a nice bath, baby?”

It was eight AM.

Cassidy Humphrey was ready to take on the world.

Looking at her made your heart hurt still sometimes. That familiar ache would show up whenever you thought about her mother.

She looked so much like Jenny. It hurt.

Cassidy had Jenny’s blonde hair and her blue eyes. She looked like a carbon copy of Jenny.

“Uh-huh!” The eight-year-old replied happily, bobbing her head in a yes motion.

You had woken up Cassidy at seven AM, softly singing to her and watching as she opened her eyes groggily. She had mumbled something along the lines of, “don’t wanna get up,” and soon her groans had turned into fits of giggles because you had tickled her. Her happy shrieks of laughter had filled the room. She had gotten up with your help. You had already started her bath, so it was nice and warm for her. You had helped her into the bath and helped her bathe. Afterwards, you got her clothes together and allowed her some privacy so she could get ready for the day. You didn’t start work until nine. It was okay.

New York, as usual, was thriving. You heard the loud noises of New York in the streets. Hearing cars in streets. People walking. Loud conversations.

Living in New York never really got old. You had moved here for college. After college, you decided to make New York your home.

Especially after college.

You had been working as a waitress, to pay the bills as you tried to look for a job with the degree you had gotten from college. Your life had been one of just a hustle.

Until Cassidy.

Jenny had come to your apartment the same day you had unfortunately lost your job. A customer being too grabby. Your boss had apparently had a stick up his ass so he fired you. You had been eating a tub of ice cream and watching some Rom-Com on Netflix when you heard the knocking at your door.

You had walked to your door. There was a click as you unlocked your door and opened it, seeing Jenny and Cassidy. Cassidy was crying. You noticed Jenny had a tight hand on what looked to be a suitcase.

“Cassie? Jenny? Come in, come in,” you ushered the two of them inside.

“Auntie? Can I go into my room?” Cassidy asked you. A little small. A little scared. You gave her a quick nod, helping her into the spare room that had been changed as a guest room whenever she and her mom came to visit you. Her suitcase was put in the corner.

“Stay here while I go to talk to your mommy, okay?” You told her. Cassidy nodded.

As soon as you closed her door and walked back to Jenny, there was a feeling in your gut. It twisted inside you tightly.

“Where are you here, Jen? Tell me what’s wrong,” you spoke to your best friend.

“I can’t take care of her anymore.”

Jenny Humphrey had never wanted to be a mother. It had been a mistake, getting drunk that night and having sex with Cassidy’s deadbeat father.

Because sure. She was financially stable. But mentally stable?

No. Not at all.

Which was why she was going to give Cassidy over to you.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t love Cassidy.

She did.

But she couldn’t take care of her anymore.

Jenny would just be a burden to her daughter, and she didn’t want her to go through that.

She only wanted the best for her daughter.

Even if that meant giving her up to you.

“What?” was the only thing that came out of your mouth. Jenny began to shake her head, her eyes becoming watery with tears.

“I can’t take care of her anymore. I can’t stay here. I don’t want to be a burden to her. She deserves better than me. You’ll take good care of her. Better than I ever could.” Jenny’s voice shook with thick emotion as she looked at you and smiled. But her smile didn’t meet her eyes.

The gravity of the situation suddenly weighed on your shoulders. Your eyes began to water. Swell with tears.

“No…”

“I’ve already made up the debts that I owe. I signed Cassidy’s custody over to you. I’m going on my flight tonight.” Jenny told you. Holding your hands. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down.

“And you told her? That you’re leaving?” You demanded.

“Yeah. I didn’t tell Nate or Serena.” Her voice trembled.

“What?” Your voice rose a little. Jenny flinched a little.

“Why not?” You asked her.

“They wouldn’t get it,” she admitted. “I’m not mentally fit to raise her. I don’t want her to grow up like that. You gotta understand. I don’t want her to stay in an orphanage either.”

Because Jenny wasn’t that cruel.

One day. One day, Cassidy would understand why she did what she did.

“Please. There’s no one else I thought of who could do it.”

Your heart trembled. Beat loudly in your chest. You heard almost heard it thump.

Your lower lip trembled when you spoke. Your entire body trembled. Your voice filled to the brim with emotion.

“Is… is this goodbye? This gonna be the last I see you?”

“I don’t know.”

Because she didn’t know. Truly, she didn’t. Maybe she’d see you in the streets when the two of you were old and grey. Or maybe she’d bump into you because the two of you would be living in the same neighborhood by chance later in life.

“You’re going to be okay, right? Send a postcard every year?” You asked her as she began to walk to the door.

A small smile appeared on jenny’s face as she got her luggage. Your door unlocked as she opened the door. Stepping out into the hallway. She turned to look back at you.

For the first time that night, she looked happy. Relaxed. Content.

“I’m gonna miss you, Jen,” you confessed. Jenny offered you a soft smile. One that met her eyes.

“I'm gonna miss you too,” she responded back to you. When the two of you shared a hug, you could smell her favorite perfume she wore so much during your years at college together. Another thing you would miss since she would be gone.

The door closed. Cassidy walked out of her room. Her lower lip trembling as tears threatened to fall down.

“Come here, baby.” you extended your arms out. She ran over to you, being engulfed in your hug. Smelling the familiar perfume you had spritzed on earlier in the day that reminded her so much of home.

“Don’t leave me,” the four-year-old sobbed.

“No.” your voice shook. Thick with emotion.

“Never, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Auntie? Can you grab the cereal box?”

Cassidy had slumped into her chair at the table. She watched with curious blue eyes as she blinked innocently at you.

“Do you want Cheerios or Captain Crunch?” You asked her as you started to walk to the cabinets.

“Captain Crunch!” Cassidy’s response was full of enthusiasm. A chuckle came from you as you grabbed the box of Captain Crunch and poured some in her bowl with milk. You put it in front of her as you got the Kewpie mayo and sesame seeds from the fridge and the cupboard, respectfully. You made a zigzag pattern of the Kewpie mayo on top of your cheesy, fluffy made omelet, and uncapped the sprinkle side as you sprinkled some sesame seeds on top. Closing the sesame seed container with a smack, you put the container back into the cupboard as plopped the mayo bottle back in the fridge.

“Ewwww,” Cassidy said with a wrinkle of her nose, “Eggs.”

“Cassy, eggs are good for you.” You reminded her. Cassidy just made an unimpressed noise as she began to eat her cereal and you began to eat your fluffy, cheesy omelet with a fork you had gotten from the drawers where you kept all the forks and spoons.

With the sounds of New York looming in the streets, you could hear it.

The sounds of conversations. Loud shouts. Cars in the streets.

Because New York never slept.

It was what you loved so much about it. New York was always upbeat.

After Cassidy finished her cereal, the girl managed to get out of the chair with your help, and she made her way to the sink, hopping onto the stepping stool and washed her hands. You head her singing “Happy Birthday” under her breath as she lathered her hands with the hand soap. She hopped off the stepping stool and quickly dried her hands with the hand towel. It was around that time that you finished your omelet, so you washed the dishes quickly.

Once Cassidy had her things ready, you had looked into the mirror that was on the wall near the door, just making sure that your makeup was all ready to go, you heard Cassidy close her door and run down the hallway. Beaming at you.

“Happy Birthday Auntie,” Cassidy said as she slipped on her shoes.

“Cassy. You know my birthday’s tomorrow.”

Cassidy just giggled. Might’ve given you a grin too, as she hid her mouth with her hand.

“Thank you though, baby,” was your response as you slipped your lipstick in your purse, smoothing down your skirt, turning to look at her as you gave her a smile. She giggled.

“C’mon Cassy, let’s get you to school. We don’t want to miss the subway,” you said to her was a teasing tone in your voice.

Cassidy just giggled again.

“Mr. Baizen?”

Carter Baizen looked up from where he had been emailing someone. His blue eyes blinking as he looked at the receptionist who worked at the front desk in the lobby in the building.

That someone, being you.

And okay, it wasn’t an email.

More like a text message on his phone.

He had your personal number. You had his.

For business and personal reasons.

They had started off as business. Just in case you were going to call in sick or text him that you’d be running late for work, which usually wouldn’t be the case since you started at nine-thirty AM every day.

But then after his parents passed away, everything changed.

Three and a half years ago, everything had gone to shit. Everything had crashed and burned. Carter’s world had changed.

Sure, he had grown up with rich ass parents. And okay sure, he had Caroline too. As far as he knew, she was living in LA. He had no other siblings other than Caroline. None. Nada. It didn’t bother him. Not that much. He loved her a lot. His little sister was going to come down, to visit him in a few months. He missed her a lot. Due to work, he couldn’t see her as much.

And it wasn’t like he hadn’t loved his parents. Carter had loved his parents very much.

After his parents had passed though, everything seemed to screech to a halt.

Three and a half years ago, Carter had been on a business trip in California when he had gotten the news. His parents had been flying to the Bahamas for their anniversary when their plane crashed. They hadn’t made it, having died on the operation table when they had been rushed to the hospital. Those months he had spent planning the funerals, picking out the tombstones and the burial site… it had become so much for him. He slipped into a depression. He didn’t go out. He didn’t see anyone. The company, as in his father’s will, had been given to his heir. Carter had inherited the company. It was on him now, to control the Baizen Mantle and take care and finish what his father started.

Carter had been a playboy back in his day. Back in his early twenties. Partied a lot. Slept around a lot. He was careful though. He made sure every person he slept with was clean. No STDs. He always made sure to use protection if someone wasn’t on the pill. He liked sex. He was still a very sexual creature. But after a while, he stopped going to parties and sleeping around, because he needed to get his life in check. Besides, he was thirty-two now. He needed to get his life together.

If he hadn’t had you by his side through all the funeral planning, going to the funeral site, making sure everything was in check, Carter didn’t know what he would’ve done. You had helped him, guided him through the darkest part of his life, and made sure he had been back on his feet again. You had suggested he even get a fucking therapist. Not to say his therapist was bad, he really helped. You suggested a guy therapist and not a woman, because man to man, guy to guy, it would be easier. Not that you were wrong. You were right. As per usual.

Tomorrow was your birthday. He knew you really didn’t have much planned. Maybe a small cake and you were going to be hanging out with him and Cassidy as usual. As you always had done. You were fickle when it came to having a routine. You never liked big birthday bashes, anyway. Neither did he. Carter wasn’t really a big gathering kinda guy. A small party, with the closest people in his life, would do it.

“Yes?”

Blair Waldorf sighed. Even pinched her nose. Her brown hair was nicely styled and fell loosely down her shoulders. Her brown eyes were full of frustration. She had an urge to smooth down her pencil skirt again for the millionth time.

“C’mon Baizen, focus.”

Snapping her fingers, she had Carter look at her.

“Are you still coming to the little get-together I got planned for Cassidy’s aunt?” she asked him, on the cusp of sighing and banging her head on his desk in frustration.

“Yeah. Wait hold on, you told her about this, right?” Carter questioned her, an eyebrow raised as the Dominant man leaned back in his chair.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Blair snipped, “Course I didn’t, Carter. That’s why it’s a surprise.”

“You just said it was a get-together.” Blair groaned loudly.

“Ugh! Can it, Baizen! I’m doing this so you two can finally just admit your feeling towards each other! It’s gross having to see you two give each other please-fuck-me eyes.”

Blair was downright pissed.

This little circus the two of you had been doing was going to stop.

Tomorrow.

Not today. Tomorrow.

Endless hours of hearing down at the front desk about how the two of you would give each other heart eyes… made her want to puke.

It was truly driving her nuts.

Carter’s jaw tightened. Blair might’ve even seen a vein pop on his neck. From where he was sitting in his chair on the highest floor in the building that he owned, his pink lips curled into what started to look to be a scowl. Or maybe a frown. Or a snarl.

“Blair,” he said slowly, veering between annoyed and a little angry, “I’m sure you know what a relationship between us would be like. Imagine the tabloids. My parents would raise from the dead if we got together.”

And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to be with you.

Because he did.

Carter knew he loved you.

He always had.

When his driver found out that the crush on you wasn’t quite a crush anymore, well, it certainly put things into perspective.

It wasn’t like he could do anything though.

You had been avoiding him the past couple of days up to your birthday. That was tomorrow. You would see him tomorrow. Carter had grown frustrated. Any conversation with you would just be a “here are your things, Mr. Baizen,” and then you’d be going in and out for the rest of the day. Then, before you would leave to go and pick up Cassidy, you’d pop in for a short, “have a good day Mr. Baizen,” and flee outta there before Carter could say anything else, or maybe ask you out to dinner next time.

Needless to say, his dick was in full agreement with his current mood. Carter had woken up every morning sporting a full morning wood. Spending at least an hour jerking off was what Carter spent his morning doing now. He was getting tired of having to be in his bed, hand tugging his cock as he jerked off to you. Even now, as he was looking at Blair, he was feeling his dick twitch in his pants.

Blair pursed her lips.

She understood.

They had grown up in similar social circles.

Blair’s family had been rich. Probably just as rich as Carter’s. They had grown up together. Her. Serena. Dan. Carter.

But you?

You had come from nothing. When you had come to New York and became friends with Jenny and she took you to a family gathering that had consisted of her, Dan, Serena, Blair, Blair’s boyfriend Chuck, and Carter- all of them had been surprised by your attire. You were dressed so plainly. So causally. You had been looking at everyone else, at a loss for words.

You couldn’t afford Gucci. Or Saint Laurent’s. Prada. Dior. Not the big-name brands. Target was the most expensive you could buy.

You had kept staring at the other six people in the room, suddenly feeling so uncomfortable. So alien. All conversations had stopped when everyone looked at you. There you were, dressed so plainly compared to Serena van der Woodsen’s Dior dress. Not to mention her Dior perfume that you smelled later.

It had been a lot.

It had taken a while for you to slowly warm up to the others. Become friends with them. To accept on going to the spa with Serena and Blair. To get your nails and hair done. Now, now you could afford that if you wanted to splurge. Being Carter Baizen’s personal assistant meant that you could. You had been his father’s PA before the accident. Only for a year. Then everything had flipped onto its head.

Of course, you always had a soft spot for Carter. You always had a little crush on him. You’d see him often since he had always accompanied his father to meetings. Shadowing him. But after his parent’s death, you didn’t make a move.

Because you were the Submissive. In a world like Carter’s, you were not safe. Submissives had been seen as nothing but baby makers for so long. People to make Arrangements to ensure an alliance together.

You were not rich. You didn’t come from a wealthy family. As much as you loved Carter, you couldn’t. Couldn’t do it. Even now the laws and rules were more flexible, you didn’t want to see the eventual backlash that he would get. Carter had a good reputation. You didn’t want to ruin it by being a sentimental person going after someone who was seven years older than yourself.

No. No, you would not do that. You would not ruin Carter’s good reputation. And you weren’t going to make a move on a clearly grieving Dominant man that had just lost his parents. It was improper. So you didn’t. You buried all those emotions deep inside of you and acted like a coward whenever you had seen him these past couple of days.

“Okay, first of all,” Blair informed him in a no-nonsense tone that had Carter rolling his eyes already like the two of them were teenagers again, “Your parents are dead. Their input isn’t gonna matter. Sure, the press and the paps and the media are going to be bitches and vultures, but at the end of the day, they don’t know you. They don’t know her either. Besides… if you don’t tell her, then do you really want someone else to? Another Dominant who’s going to sweep her up?”

Glaring.

Blair could feel his glare shoot through her like a laser beam. Carter looked absolutely irritated at those words.

“Carter… look, sometimes, you just have to take what you want.”

Sometimes you just have to take what you want.

Carter wasn’t a greedy person. He didn’t always need to have control over everything. Nor did he need to hold over anything or anyone.

But the thought of you with another Dominant or heaven forbid a Switch, made him feel uneasy. Like something was eating at him.

And it was around the time both he and Blair heard your voice floating down the hall, greeting friends and colleagues alike as you walked down the hall to Carter’s office. To go and greet your boss before starting your very long, (and tedious), day.

“You know what to do,” Blair spoke to him lowly. The door opened, revealing you on the other side. You looked at both Blair and Carter.

“Morning Mr. Baizen. Morning Blair.” You greeted the two of them as you closed the door behind you. Beginning to walk towards the two of them with a smile on your face. Blair allowed herself to smile.

“Morning. Hey, are we still up for that spa meet-up this weekend?” Blair asked you. You blinked and had to think about it for a split second.

“Ohhh… the one tomorrow? In the afternoon, right?” You replied to her.

Nodding. “Yeah, Serena asked you if she’s still picking up Cassidy after school.”

You nearly allowed yourself to release a heaving sigh.

You hadn’t wanted to send the little girl to her aunt’s house, all the way in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. But, it would do the little girl well to see her aunt and uncle again. Cassidy was going to stay at her aunt Serena and uncle Dan’s penthouse for the entire weekend. Of course, with your birthday tomorrow, she’d come and see you. To wish you an actual Happy Birthday on the day. Other than that though, she would be with her aunt and uncle.

You always missed her when she would be gone. It was like a piece of yourself was gone. Cassidy was the only part of Jenny you had left. Jenny had been your best friend. The one that was with you through thick and thin. After she disappeared from New York, you had been in a funk after she left.

Carter though, was there to pick up the pieces. He always came over during his free time. Came to the apartment to see if you were okay. Brought food for you and Cassidy. For so long, he was always Uncle Carter. Uncle C. Not just Carter. Not just Auntie Serena’s friend. He was much more than that.

It was why you could never sabotage the relationship you carefully built with the older man. You could never make that crucial move that you always wanted to make. It wasn’t like you didn’t want a relationship with him. You were mentally stable. You hadn’t had a boyfriend in years. You weren’t in the con camp when it came to dating. You had failed Tinder dates in the past that you weren’t going to speak about.

Nope.

You were not going to mention Mr. Grabby-Hands. How were you supposed to know Mr. Grabby-Hands thought you were supposed to suck his dick on the third date? It was the third date! You had barely not even told him where the hell you worked, for God’s sake! And then he wanted you to suck his dick?

Yeah. No. Wasn’t happening. Didn’t happen. You had left his ass at the table. You had given your waitress a very nice tip and shoved all the breadsticks in your purse and didn’t pay for the bill. You weren’t able to get banned from your favorite restaurant in Queens. Nope. Nada. You loved their food there. You weren’t about to risk it all for your favorite burger that had Brioche buns that were toasted. Hell to the no.

“Yeah… Cassy’s got her shit packed and everything. Clothes for the next two days and a night. Toothbrush, her favorite Disney toothpaste that’s blue, her phone, tablet, and… her Teddy. She told me it’s urgent that she bring her trusted Teddy. She can’t sleep without him.” You allowed yourself to smile, just a little bit more.

Cassidy’s relationship with her teddy bear had been one of great amusement and care. Ever since the two of you made her teddy bear from Build-A-Bear at the mall, she couldn’t let go of him when she was sleeping. It was a requirement that she and Mr. Teddy sleep together. Everywhere she went, Mr. Teddy followed. Always.

“She loves her Teddy,” Blair snickered.

“She does. She requires him every night when she sleeps. One time she didn’t have him and she was so sad.” You nodded in a serious tone.

“Where was he?” Blair inquired.

“In the washer.”

Blair and Carter laughed. Carter’s laugh made your stomach flip as you looked at your boss.

Carter Baizen. The owner and CEO of Baizen Mechanics and Technologies. The one that led the Baizen Mantle. Dressed in his usual blue suit and a white button-up shirt with his cufflinks. All put together. Some scruff was showing on his chin. He’d probably have a beard there in the ever-going future.

It made you swallow. Just a little. Blair hadn’t noticed.

But Carter had.

His brain was firing at him.

His eyes were dark as they looked at you. Almost like he was pulling you apart, and was determined to put you back together.

“… Do you have the report?”

That seemed to snap you out of it. A little flushed, you replied with, “U-Um… yeah… it’s in my office. I’ll go get it for you, Mr. Baizen.”

You had never turned around and bolted out of an office as quickly as you had done ever in your entire life. Your cheeks were probably burning. Your vagina throbbing. You wanted to bang your head against a wall. You needed your sex toys. You needed to stay the hell away from the man that was Carter Baizen so badly.

And you had lost yourself in his godforsaken eyes again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Add that to your list of Things You Needed To Stop Doing. Unlike your list of Things I Need To Get Better At. Like fucking learning how to parallel park or some shit like that.

Why were you like this? Why did he have to look so good all the time?

Stupid Dominants. They were a curse on your life.

Reaching your office, you opened your door in a hurry and your lights flickered on. Throwing your purse down, you hastily got the report from your office drawers. Nearly slamming it shut as you closed your door and ran back to Carter’s office. Blair was gone. She probably had gone downstairs. Now, it was just you and Carter.

“Close the door.”

How could you disobey him when he was talking like that? In the voice that made you weak in the knees? In the voice that he only used when he was at conferences when he was at meetings?

You couldn’t disobey him.

You couldn’t.

It was in your nature as a Submissive to obey your Dominants. Or Switches. Swallowing, you closed the door and walked up to his desk. The report still being held tightly to your chest as if you were holding a bomb. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Preferably a butcher knife. You were holding in a breath. Waiting. You could almost hear the ticking of the clock in Carter’s office, on the wall.

“Sit down.”

The sound of the chair squeaking against the marble floor was heard as you pulled the chair out and sat down.

“Put it down.”

There was a thunk.

“That’s a good girl.”

Warmth spread all the way from your head, all the way down to your toes. You could’ve sworn you felt a pulse down there. Your cheeks were probably heating up again.

He was smirking.

The little shit was actually smirking at you!

The audacity of this man.

“Sir, we’re at work. I don’t know if you know this, but we have to follow a work policy,” was your mouthy response.

“You forget,” Carter bit back, “that I was the one who created this work policy? I don’t have to follow it.”

“Your dad created the policy. So you have to follow it,” You said as you gave him an eye roll.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You were inwardly smirking. Carter’s eyes narrowed. For a moment, you really gave into the thought of, what if he decided fuck it, and threw you over his desk and fuck you over it. You’d never tell him, about your fantasies. About how you thought about him, throwing you over his desk and lifting your skirt up, yanking your panties down to your ankles, keeping them there to remind you who was in charge. To humiliate you. Remind you who was at the top. Pounding into you from behind, hands gripping your hair.

You wanted it.

Badly.

You knew what you liked. You weren’t a blushing virgin.

But with the man of your dreams, literally right across from you?

That was a dream. It would stay a dream because you couldn’t do it.

After all of your hard work.

You didn’t want to risk it.

Carter was fighting the feeling, the urge to yank you by your hair and throw you over his desk. God, he wanted to fuck you on every inch in his office. You were younger than him, so what? He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he was older than you by a couple of years. He was thirty-two now. You were twenty-five now. You were both adults. He knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to take you out on dates. He wanted to be your Dominant. He knew he loved you. He always loved you.

“You’re a brat,” Carter glared at you. You gave him a coy smirk. Your lips stretched out with a shit-eating grin.

“Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes and keep you alert, Carter.” Your sassy remark made him smile.

“What?” You let out a laugh. Carter leaned closer to you. Grinning.

“You called me Carter.”

You just rolled your eyes, getting up. Your eyes went down to the report that you had written him, and then back up to the blue eyes that made your heart thump.

“Have a good day, Mr. Baizen.”

His smile turned into a frown.

You turned and went to the door. The sound of the door opening and closing was all Carter could hear as he scowled. Hearing the door click behind you. He took in a deep breath, flexing his palm. His palm grazed over his already half-hard cock.

It was going to be a long day.

It all went to hell when lunchtime started.

You had been on your lunch break, with Serena at the little restaurant near work that the two of you always went to.

Everything had been great.

Good, even.

You had your usual order and Serena had her usual order. You had been sipping away at your sweet tea while Serena was sipping her water.

“So, Blair told me that Cassidy’s still coming over?”

You put your sweet tea down on the table.

“Uh-huh,” you replied back to her, “she’s got all her stuff packed and everything. Including Mr. Teddy.”

Serena cracked a smile at the mention of Mr. Teddy.

Of course, her niece would bring Mr. Teddy.

Cassidy was never anywhere without Mr. Teddy when it came to sleepovers, especially when she went to her Auntie Serena and Uncle Dan’s house. Or when she went to sleepovers with friends.

“So what are you doing tonight? Since Cassidy isn’t going to be home?”

You took another sip of your sweet tea before you put it down.

“I’m staying at the office a little late tonight,” you admitted to her, “there’s work I need to do for Carter. Just to get ahead so I don’t have to deal with a lot of stuff over the weekend. Since tomorrow’s my birthday. I don’t want to be too stressed out.”

Serena nodded in understanding.

Your phone pinged. Taking it out of your pocket, you unlocked your phone with your thumb. Clicking into your iMessage app, you saw it.

Carter: Can you pick up my coffee at the usual coffee shop across the street? I’m going to a meeting right now and I can’t go.

“Is it Carter?”

You looked up from where you were typing a message back to him.

“Yup,” you replied to Serena, even popping the p just for funsies. She only looked thoughtful.

“Are you ever going to tell him about your feelings? We’ve been waiting forever,” the blonde-haired woman spoke to you. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling that familiar feeling creep up in your throat. It might’ve been bile. It might’ve been fear. It might’ve been horror.

Eventually, though, you decided on shaking your head no.

“No, Serena, I already told you. I’m not going to put his reputation in jeopardy,” you protested.

Yes.

Yes, she knew this.

She knew that you didn’t want to put Carter’s reputation in the sand. You did not want him to flock around you, take you out on dates, because even though you had thought about it, fantasized about it, the chances of it happening were slim to none. That was where you put your foot down. No matter how hard you pined after the man.

You couldn’t date him, couldn’t be with him because of the repercussions that would come with it.

Cause sure, it wasn’t the old days anymore.

Not everyone gave a shit about who dated who, and you doubted any random person on the street would care about your relationship. The general public wouldn’t give two fucks.

But the upper-class? The elite? The rich people?

Oh, they’d have a fucking field day. They would talk about you and Carter nonstop. And it wasn’t that you were sensitive. You just didn’t know if you’d fit in. Someone like you in Carter’s world? It was laughable.

“What’s the least people like us are going to do? They might talk about you for a week, two at the max. But after that, you’ll be old news.” Serena waved it off.

She knew how the ultra-rich worked. Talk about it for a few weeks, be catty bitches about it, and then they’d move on to the next hot topic. It was pretty pitiful in her opinion. But would it affect you and Carter’s happiness in the long run? Not really.

“Listen, I’m not saying you need to go to his office and dramatically announce your love for him like you’re in a shitty Rom-Com movie, okay? All I’m saying yes, take it slow. Go on a date. Or a couple. Then do all the sex stuff after. Or before, I dunno. Bang on the first date. People do that. Besides, it’s been forever since you dated too. Take Carter out to your favorite place that has those toasted Brioche buns. You like that place, right?”

Indeed, you liked that place a lot.

“Uh-huh…” which was a sign for her to continue talking. “So, look, you’re not going to hurt him. Or his reputation, okay? It’s not going to suffer because of you. He’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. Don’t you want to be happy?”

You faltered. Your grip on your fork tightened. Your jaw might’ve even ticked a little.

You did.

You did want to be happy with him.

So badly.

Maybe not the whole “riding off into the sunset” thing just yet. You weren’t ready for that stuff yet.

Not yet.

“I mean… yeah.”

Serena hummed. Even lifted up her straw up to her lips and taking a sip of her water.

“Kay. Then go for it. What are you waiting for?”

You were chewing your lip in anxiousness. Allowing the words to sink in.

And then your phone rang.

So you managed to get Carter his coffee. Which, you know- was good and all. And then you want right back to work. You sat at your desk, in your office for the next couple of hours. Cassidy had FaceTimed you, exclaiming that her Aunt Serena had picked her up from school, bouncing Mr. Teddy at the camera for you. You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face as the young child blabbed to you, promising that she would be on her best behavior for her Aunt and Uncle.

After that, it was right back to work.

And oh boy, did it drag on.

And on.

And on.

And on.

Quick typing echoed in your office as you typed away at your laptop, eyes focused on the screen. You only answered Carter’s requests and calls with a crisp, “Yes Mr. Baizen,” or “Right away Mr. Baizen,” or even “Yes, I’ll make sure to get that for you, Mr. Baizen.”

It was a lot.

Even for you.

Was this a strike now?

You weren’t quite sure.

At approximately 5:15 PM, your phone rang.

No, not your personal phone. Your office phone. The sounds of you picking up your phone at your desk, and you put your phone to your ear were a little reassuring to you.

… Until you heard the voice on the other line.

“My office. Right now. If you don’t come in the next five minutes, I’m banging on your door.”

Never you had slammed your phone down so fast.

Your eyes were wide and you were pretty sure your heart was racing. Probably even going through a flipping marathon.

Your thoughts were pretty much like this:

What the hell?

What the fuck crawled up his ass?

Who was he to order you around like this?

Who the fuck was he? YOUR Dominant?

What century was this? The twentieth century?

The audacity of men.

The audacity of Dominants.

You swore you were going to grab a baseball bat now.

Sadly, you didn’t have any of that in your office. Putting your laptop to sleep and stuffing it in your work bag, you took a deep breath in and out, to try and calm down your heartbeat that currently felt like it was shooting more than 1,000 beats per second.

It was just Carter.

Carter.

You’d be fine.

Right?

Getting off of your rolling chair, you smoothed your clothes down in one final attempt to calm down your nerves.

You’d be okay.

You’d be fine.

Everything was okay.

Opening your door and closing it behind you, you were met with the thickening silence of the hallway when you stepped out. Mostly everybody had gone home to their families. You had seen the elderly lady who was in an office cubicle right outside of your office peek into your own office earlier, telling you that she was leaving to see her grandson at the park. And that she was bringing her poodle with her to the dog park. Which, you know- good for her.

Now it was mostly empty.

Your footsteps carried you towards the familiar big door that had Carter’s name on a golden plaque. Just the sight made you wet. You visibly swallowed. It was gonna be one of those nights. Chandler the bunny toy was going to be used a lot tonight once you got home.

You raised your hand to knock, but the man from the other side stopped you in your tracks.

“I know it’s you. Just come in. Door’s unlocked.”

Well. Wasn’t he a peach?

Scowling, you twisted the doorknob open and it revealed Carter Baizen in all of his glory. Sitting and leaning back in his chair. All normal, as if he hadn’t called you via your work phone like a cat being rudely awoken from its slumber. Come to think of it, Carter truly looked like one.

Not a cat.

No.

He looked like a predator ready to ensure his prey.

The overwhelming, long, deep silence made you uneasy. Nervous. Your nerves bubbled up to the surface as your throat suddenly turned tight. You had even begun to nervously fiddle with your hands. A nervous tick of yours. A habit. Carter could tell that was the signal for you showing your nervousness.

“Door.”

The sound of you silently closing the door was heard. Carter didn’t even make a come hither motion with his hand like he did sometimes. Usually to other clients. Employees. Or another CEO's that were downright fucking assholes.

You were really trying hard to not look at him. To make eye contact. The room already felt stuffy due to your sex drive kicking it from a ten all the way to a hundred. You almost wanted to yank off your jacket, because you were feeling so horny and sweaty.

Dominants… you couldn’t live with them. You couldn’t kill them either.

But your feet started moving.

“Did I say you could move?’

You immediately stopped. Dead in your own tracks.

Again, you swallowed. Your response came out timid.

“N-No.”

“No, sir.”

Your cheeks colored.

In embarrassment or because this man, this freaking man who was built and sculpted like a frigging Greek god had the audacity to say that to you. Between your dampening panties, you were deciding on the latter.

All you could do was gape like a gaping fish. You opened your mouth to protest, but then closed it.

“I don’t-”

“If you’re going to apologize,” Carter spoke to you slowly, drawling, “do it properly.”

Oh, this smug little bitch.

“No, sir.” You sassed him right back. You felt that triumph feeling rush through you when you saw the man scowled. And okay, alright, you might’ve smirked too. Showing Carter just how much you were enjoying making his life miserable.

You watched as he pulled something from his desk, your report, you realized with wide eyes. When he slammed it on his desk, you nearly jumped.

Only then did you see him make the come hither motion with his hand. Swallowing, your feet carried you to his desk.

“Sit.”

The screeching noise of you pulling out of the chair was heard as the pair of blue eyes watched you intensely, making you shudder. His eyes were so focused on you that it made you even wetter. You were pretty sure that you were definitely going to use Chandler the bunny toy tonight. But a toy could only give you so much pleasure. Because at the end of the day, you knew without a doubt you wanted the real thing.

But how would you even tell him?

Oh hi, I know I’ve been distant from you for the last couple of days, but it’s because I’m just really into you and I want to skip all the coffee date stuff because I don’t do that stuff anymore and I really want to be dicked down by you and I secretly fantasize you taking me over your desk?

Please.

You didn’t even want to think about it any further.

So naturally, you thought about it further.

Carter slid the folder over.

“Open it.”

Opening it, you peered inside.

Red circles were everywhere.

Misspelled words everywhere.

As you flipped through the pages of your report, more and more of the red circles popped up. Until you reached the last page. You looked up.

Carter was pissed.

Downright pissed.

Never, ever, in the history of for-fucking-ever had you EVER made these many spelling mistakes when you typed things for him. Reports, notes, presentations… ever. You were always so clean. So thorough with your words.

But this?

This?

He was baffled.

Face shrouded in disbelief with his jaw tight, he spoke.

“One-hundred mistakes.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’ve got one-hundred mistakes in the paper,” Carter snapped at you, clear anger shining in his eyes. You blinked. Your mouth agape, all you managed to say was, “Oh.”

Oh?

Oh?

That was all you could say?

Oh?

Carter didn’t know if he was going to rip his hair out in frustration, or bend you over his desk and punish you himself.

So he pushed your report towards you. All eleven pages in the folder.

“Never in the history of for fucking ever,” seethed Carter, “have you ever made these many mistakes before. Why have you been avoiding me too, huh? Does the report have something to do with this? Am I not paying you enough? Is this your way of tellin’ me you wanna quit your job?”

Bullshit.

You could not believe your ears.

Nor could you believe the shit Carter was spewing.

You? Quit your job?

Absolutely fucking not.

No.

Nu-uh.

He was totally off his rocker now. You were certain that he had lost all of his marbles now.

“What? Are you actually crazy?”

Now he was getting angry.

“Me? You’ve never had any fucking mistakes since you got here! None! So tell me, why are you fucking up now?!” Carter demanded.

“Oh my go-d Carter! I’m allowed to fuck up from time to time! So what if I fucked up? Does it matter?!” You shrieked. Slamming your hands on his desk, you stood up from your chair in all of your glory, standing over him. Looming over him. Looking so pissed off that Carter wanted to do nothing but bend you over his desk.

Your sass.

Your mouth.

How funny. How amusing, that you were going around like this, trying to act like a goddamn comedian. If Carter hadn’t been so angry at this moment, he would’ve made a snide comment about you being funny. That you should really look into doing stand-up in your spare time.

He got up. Walked around his desk, and then his hands came to grip your jaw, forcing you to look into those blue eyes that were now black. Black with rage. Anger rolled off of him in waves as Carter panted against you, trying to gather his wits.

You were wetter than you ever had been in your life. Something about a very angry Carter Baizen was really giving your vagina the heavy tingles. Maybe you’d spoil her tonight.

Yes, her.

Only a her could withstand a Dominant like Carter Baizen. And not only that, only a her could be in sync with you. Fully and completely.

“You are the best fucking PA my dad’s had. I’ve had. So why are you fucking around, huh? You tryna play this game with me? I’m getting real sick and tired of this fuckin’ cat and mouse game we’re playing. So don’t try and keep pullin’ this shit with me.” Carter seethed right through his teeth.

“I’m the only fucking PA you’ve ever had.”

Something deep inside Carter snapped. It could’ve been the amount of fucks he had given. It could’ve been his sanity. It could’ve been his temper. Whatever it was, all caution was thrown out the window when he didn’t move from his spot. Nor did he loosen his grip on your jaw. If anything, it was getting tighter.

Undeterred, or maybe you were feeling extra spiteful, even considering your current position, your sass decided to make itself known again.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Really Baizen?”

A hand rose to palm against your back, and suddenly Carter was pushing you forwards towards the desk. Bending you over as you let out a shriek of surprise. There was a slight thunking noise as you landed. Your breasts pressed against the coolness of his glass desk. You could feel it through your blouse.

“I told you,” came Carter’s hiss, “stop fucking around with me. M’ sick and tired of these games.” His hands yanked at your pants, popping the button.

Pop.

You were wet.

Oh so wet.

Your panties were probably beyond soaked now. You’d probably need to buy a new pair at this point.

Or several.

Several sounded good.

Your pants were yanked to the floor. Your panties were shoved down to your knees too. When Carter’s hands came to pluck the buttons of your blouse open, your entire body shuddered.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like forcible and spontaneous lovers.

You didn’t.

In fact, you were into that shit.

But this?

This?

This was even better than any of the fantasies you had of the man.

Not that you would tell him that.

No.

Never.

Panting, your body feeling like it was on fire, Carter bunched up your blouse and piled it around your stomach. With your front still pressed down hard on his desk, Carter took the small chance to actually breathe. Inhale his surroundings. His dark gaze came down you. Your pants and panties shoved down to your knees. Your back arched due to being smacked right down on his glass desk. He could see your chest moving up and down against his desk. Heard your pants.

He was going to do it.

He was going to end all of your damn sufferings tonight.

You heard it.

The sounds of him unzipping his pants. The popping of buttons. A shoving down of boxer briefs.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

If possible, your body hummed in anticipation. Your vagina throbbed.

One of Carter’s hands came up to your mouth. Hovering.

“Spit.” It was an order.

Confused, you made a noise of confusion.

A sharp, loud smack against your ass made you cry out.

“I’m not gonna say it again. Spit.”

A loud spitting noise was heard as you spit into his hand, making his hand feel wet.

There was a beat of silence.

And then you heard it.

Groans and grunts came from behind you.

Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.

Carter couldn’t help himself. As he pumped his cock in his hand, just like how he rubbed one out this morning thinking of you, he let out a hiss when his thumb stroked the head of his cock that leaked of pre-cum.

Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

Was he…

Another loud grunt came from Carter. A loud snapping sound and a gasp came from you in response.

That was your bra.

You knew that was your frigging bra. You heard your bra being tossed somewhere on the floor.

When Carter came, he came all over your back with a grunt. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. You were so full of shame and embarrassment that you couldn’t make a catty, mouthy response. Thrice he came again on you, coating your backside with white. You were wet. Beyond wet now. You were sure you were leaking down your legs now. Carter was panting from behind you deeply. His forehead was damp with sweat. His cock was half-hard.

Slowly, your head turned to look at him.

“In me…” you were pleading, “Put it in me. Please, Daddy.”

Daddy.

Carter swore his balls had never been as hard as they had been then in this moment.

“Color,” his voice was ragged, “give me your color.”

“Green,” you breathed out, even wiggling your ass up for him a little, almost like reassurance, “so green, Daddy.”

That did it.

Carter kicked your legs apart and entered you in one simple thrust. The first thrust, he was in four or five inches, at the most. The second thrust, he was fully inside of you. Filling you up. You cried out at the sensation, feeling every throbbing vein of his cock buried deep inside of you. You swore you could feel him all the way up in your chest by how deep he was in you.

“Hold onto that desk, princess.”

You did as he asked. Your hands gripping the glass desk so hard you were sure your knuckles turned white by how hard you were gripping it.

The anger that was fueling him was gone. Mind cleared, Carter mercilessly pounded you into his desk. Every hard thrust sent you gasping and gripping the desk even harder. You were pretty sure you felt the desk shaking too. His hands snaked up to grip your breasts in his hands. Your tits fit perfectly in his palms. His face was buried in your neck, pressing kisses, sucks, and bites into your skin. Marking you. Making your skin all red and bruised. All you could do was take it. Take all he gave you.

Your breath fogged up against the glass. Every thrust of his cock hit your g-spot, the thick head of his massive cock bumping your cervix. His dick was so big that you were fully convinced that his cock was a freaking chainsaw and was ready to saw you in half.

Screaming.

You came screaming.

Above you, against your neck, Carter sank his teeth in your neck as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Your walls throbbing and clenching down on his cock, locking him like a vice. Your pussy was so wet and slimy.

But Carter didn’t care.

He continued to plow into you, his breath against your neck making you feel sweaty. His grip on your tits became harder as his thrusts went even deeper if that was even possible. Your second orgasm came over you just as quickly as your first. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“… ease… don’t stop Daddy… please…”

And how could he really say no to that? When you were begging him so prettily?

Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish. Pump. Squish.

Sloppy, wet noises came from your pussy as the mixture of your cum and Carter’s ejaculate trickled down your legs. Every powerful thrust of Carter’s cock into your messy cunt was edging him closer to his orgasm. His balls tightened, signaling that he was coming. Carter came with a grunt against you, filling you up.

He didn’t stop.

Oh no, no, no.

He took you again.

And again.

Till the two of you were nothing but sweaty, messy, cum-covered, and smelled like pure debauchery. Carter reveled in it.

You were gasping. Panting for air. White danced in your vision as your heart pounded in your chest.

You were an absolute mess. Still dwelling in that glowy afterglow. Your back was pushed flush against his front. Making his abs glisten with the mixture of his sticky cum and your sweat. He’d need to shower. Wash his clothes.

“… Don’t quit.”

To which, you gently and slowly turned your gaze so you could look. Gaze into those blue eyes that weren’t black anymore. The lustful, almost primal look in his eyes was gone. Now he was just plain ole Carter.

“… What?” your voice was breathless. You began to shake your head no.

“No… no, no, no… I’m not quitting… I’m not turning in my two-week resignation notice… why… why would you think that?” You replied to him, pure horror in your voice.

The voice in your head was screeching. Hollering.

Men were so stupid sometimes.

Carter’s jaw clenched again.

“You’ve never had these many mistakes before,” he said to you, a hand sliding your report back to you. Making you see the mistakes circled with the red marker.

You couldn’t help it.

Your pussy clenched.

Carter, who was still buried balls deep inside of you, let out a hiss.

“So that’s it…” his voice was hushed as the realization smacked him right-side on the head. Like the final nail in the coffin.

A small smirk crossed over your lips. You let a breathless laugh as you leaned against him.

Well, you were almost there, until you heard a very loud smack against your ass again.

“Ow!” you whined, “you’re such an ass-mmph!”

Him slanting his mouth against yours shut you up real quick. Your arms came to wrap around his neck. His came to wrap around your waist, where your blouse was bundling up. The two of you broke apart soon after. Foreheads gently pressed together. A little hum coming from you.

“Mean it though. Don’t quit.” Carter mumbled. You let out a snort.

“Are ya deaf? I said m’ not quittin’, Daddy. Geez. You Dominants are so-”

“I love you.”

It was so sudden.

Out of the blue.

It made you freeze. Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again, as if you were about to say something this time. Then your voice just gave up and your mouth shut completely.

“I… I love you, too.” Your voice was shaking.

And then he was pushing you over his desk again. Cock gripped tight in his hand, bottoming out of you in one thrust.

Two voices cried out.

Much later that morning, in Carter’s penthouse…

You were spent.

Sleeping.

Naked, in his bed with him. Softly snoring away. In deep sleep. From where Carter was laying beside you, having woken up from a nice dream that oddly involved pizza for some reason, he gazed at his clock that was on his nightstand.

5:15 AM.

He knew you wouldn’t be going out with Serena and Blair to your spa joint until much later in the afternoon. Which meant you could sleep in late.

His housekeeper, Melinda had gone home already. Paycheck in hand, the Korean woman thanked him. Told him to have a good night. Then she went home. Carter told her to say hello to her one-month son before he came back to bed to you.

Which led him to now. Seeing you peacefully sleep.

And now, naked as the day he was born, he saw his blanket on you. You had shifted in your sleep, making his blanket be shoved down a couple of inches.

He watched.

How could he not?

From where his blanket had been thrown over you, it had been shoved in your sleep down to your hips. Mumbles came from you in your sleep. It sounded oddly like Cassidy’s Mr. Teddy. Something about you telling Dream Cassidy that her Mr. Teddy was still in the washer. Then you flopped back over onto your back. Pushing and shoving that blanket down further until your entire body was exposed to him.

Carter couldn’t help himself.

His hand traveled down to the V in between your thighs. His thumb brushing over your clit as two fingers slid into your still slimy, wet pussy. A noise came from you in your sleep when you subconsciously felt his fingers curling against your g-spot. Your chest began to move up and down a little quicker at the sensation. A soft, pleasurable sigh escaped your lips.

“… she’s tired…”

She?

He was a little confused.

“Hmm?” was all that came from Carter.

“… my vagina’s tired, Daddy… you overworked her too much…” your sleepy voice made him come back.

“Oh? It’s a she now?” he sounded amused. Slowly, and irritatedly, your eyes opened. It was still dark out. You could barely register the sounds of some New Yorkers down below you. You knew you were in Carter’s penthouse though. In his room. You knew that much.

“Mmmhmmm…”

“… only a she could survive all the shit you did to me… my body hurts… my vagina hurts… you’re gonna make my ass hurt too…”

Now he was curious. Call him a fiend. But a dark eyebrow was raised at the mention of butt stuff. Not that he was opposed to doing anything, even putting his dick in your ass, no. Quite the opposite, really. He was very with that idea. Very much.

“You never mentioned ass stuff to me, princess. But now that you’re talking about it…” Carter trailed off as he stroked your hair. A noise of deep discomfort came from you. “Noooo… no, no, no. Daddy. No. Noooo. Not when m’ asleep. You can do whatever you want… just no ass stuff…” you were still sleepy. Your voice thick with sleep.

A smirk came from Carter at that. Slowly pulling his fingers out with a wet popping noise, a shrill cry came from you when he suddenly plunged them back in, curling right up against your g-spot.

Now. Now you were awake. Your eyes flew open.

But he didn’t notice. Wet, slimy, squishing noises were heard from your pussy as he continued his torture. In and out his fingers went. All messy and moist with your cum. Or his. He wasn’t quite sure yet.

“Daddy… daddy, daddy… don’t stop… m’please…” was all he heard from you as he slipped into a third finger. It made you gasp. Whine. You even gripped the sheets. So hard that you were sure they were white. Or that they were going to pop.

And then he was leaning down. His tongue licking. His mouth sucking on those wet pussy lips. More desperate noises were coming out of your mouth as your hips moved, meeting the deep thrusts of his fingers.

You cried out when you came. Your tight grip on the sheets was forgotten as your body spasmed before your back slumped over. Your body going limp. Deep pants coming from you.

Now you were awake.

Like, awake, awake. Your eyes closed for a split second before you opened them again. Carter pulled his mouth from you, wiping his mouth with his hand.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

A blissed-out smile appeared on your lips.

“Thank you, Daddy. Love you.”

A dreamy sigh of content came from you when he dipped his head down. A kiss planted on your forehead.

“I love you too, princess.”

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[jobean12-blog]

A Hands-on Activity

Pairing: Carter Baizen x reader

Word Count: 473

Summary: The party is boring. The wine helps but not enough to keep you there. Thankfully the ride up to the penthouse is fun and there’s more wine. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ drunk drabbles clean up the archive challenge and the sexy prompt from my lovely friend @book-dragon-13​ and the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club​ Drunk in Love challenge: day 16- wine. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: alcohol consumption, a curse word, a hand job, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE)

*Do not click keep reading unless you are 18+ years of age, thank you! *

Carter’s hand is tight around yours as he presses the button for the penthouse, the bottle of wine he’s holding clanking loudly against the metal control panel.

“Shhhhhh Carter. We don’t want anyone to know we left the party!” you whisper shout with only a slight slur to your words.

This is the second bottle of wine you two had shared and Carter was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

“I don’t care beautiful. I’m already having more fun,” he purrs against your lips, backing you into the elevator when the doors open. His kiss is as intoxicating as the wine, the sweet flavor lingering on his tongue and making you even more lightheaded.  

He pulls away to chug more of the wine then passes the remainder of the bottle to you. You down it in one delicious gulp and drop it unceremoniously to the floor. The elevator doors close and Carter presses you against the mirrored wall, his lips trailing down the column of your neck.

Your fingers work open the button of his pants and you push them down his thighs. You reach your hand into his boxers and run your palm over his silky hardness.

His head falls to the crook of your neck and his breathing is hard as he rocks his hips against you.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good,” he pants.

You swirl your finger around the tip of his cock and collect the precum, rubbing it along the length of him with a tight grip.

When you release him and start to slide down the wall he stops you with a sinful smirk.

“Not your mouth, just your hands,” he simpers. “I dare you princess.”

“You’re such a brat Carter,” you tease before kissing the tip and pushing yourself back up.

Taking him in your hand, you work your fingers over his cock and squeeze. Your lips meet his neck, and you suck gently on his pulse point, purring when he lets out a small whimper.  

He places both of his hands on the wall next to your head, whispering filthy promises into your ear while you work him over.

The open buttons of his shirt show off the light sheen of sweat coating his chest and the dazed look on his face tell you he’s close. You quicken your pace and add just the right amount of pressure. His pink lips part in a loud moan as he coats your hand with his warm cum.

As you slow your movements you realize that the elevator doors are open, and you’ve reached the penthouse.

“It’s a good thing we’re the only ones staying here,” he whispers before his hand smooths up the slit of your dress.

“And there is plenty more wine,” you add, dragging him out of the elevator by his shirt.