#carter baizen x black!reader

[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

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

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

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

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

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Nobody's POV

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

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

"What are you thinkin' about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

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

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

Wow, flattering.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

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

"Wow, never heard that one before."

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

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Nobody’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

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crossed out = not currently writing, bold = favs

the marauders; regulus black, barty crouch jr, evan rosier, james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, marlene mckinnon, lily evans (poly combinations always preferred; wolfstar x reader, jegulus x reader, moonwater x reader, rosekiller x reader, poly!marauders, poly!slytherins)

fourth wing; xaden riorson, liam mairi, bodhi durran, garrick tavis, brennan sorrengail, aaric (cam) greycastle, ridoc gamlyn

greys anatomy; mark sloan, alex karev

criminal minds; aaron hotchner, derek morgan, spencer reid

acotar; azriel, rhysand, cassian, eris vanserra, nesta archeron, elain archeron, lucien vanserra, tamlin (+ my special polycule; elucien x tamlin x reader)

challengers; art donaldson, patrick zweig, tashi duncan

call of duty; simon “ghost” riley, könig, johnny “soap” mactavish, captain john price

house of the dragon; daemon targaryen, aegon ii targaryen, ser harwin strong

outer banks; rafe cameron, jj maybank, john b routledge, pope heyward

the maze runner; gally, thomas, minho

twilight; jasper hale, edward cullen, rosalie hale, emmett cullen, paul lahote, sam uley, seth clearwater (plus poly combinations)

the hunger games; finnick odair, peeta mellark, cato hadley, young coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth

stranger things; eddie munson, steve harrington, jim hopper

harry potter; fred weasley, mattheo riddle, theo nott, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy

mcu; loki laufeyson, bucky barnes, steve rogers, miguel o’hara, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, kate bishop

chris evans/seb stan and co; lloyd hansen, andy barber, jake jensen, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, lee bodecker, charles blackwood, nick fowler, carter baizen

writing flings; felix catton, oliver quick

[uselesssomebody]

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i am mostly a romance blog, i.e. i write with the intention (usually) of some romantic conclusion between the two characters. i am also a (pretty much) strictly 'x reader' blog; if you have requests for two canon characters, i will most likely not be able to help you.

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request anything to me, guys! i will be alright if you request things with triggering content, i will be alright if you choose real niche characters, and i'll be alright if you send a real specific, super self-indulgent request. of course, some asks will be neglected (due to time or other inability to work on it), but, generally, i attempt to complete works that i am alright working with.

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who i write for! (always updating)

☁ from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington ☁ from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara ☁ from harry potter, i write for cedric diggory, fred weasley, ron weasley, remus lupin, sirius black, regulus black and james potter ☁ from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian) ☁ from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia ☁ miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora) ☁ miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey ☁ miscellaneous sebastian stan characters i write for include lee bodecker, carter baizen and charles blackwood ☁ miscellaneous dylan o'brien characters i write for include thomas (maze runner), stiles stilinski, and stuart (the internship) ☁ other miscellaneous characters include felix catton (saltburn) and paul atriedes (dune) and tess servopoulos (the last of us)

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who i write for/major masterlist

aka, my latest hyperfixations (✨neurodivergency✨)

fandom, then character and/or actor

note: will also do rpf (real person fic), just very picky about celebrities whom i support

dc titans on hbo max

gar logan

kory anders/princess koriand'r

conner kent

dickkory

rachel roth

komand'r

komcon?? (queen komand'r and conner)

dick grayson

platonic!hank hall

dawn granger

donna troy

gossip girl (cw 2000s)

blair waldorf

serena van der woodsen

nate archibald

dan humphrey

dair (blair & dan, dan & blair)

carter baizen

note: will not write for chuck bass or ed westwick, i appreciate respect on this decision... moving on)

gossip girl (hbomax 2020s)

monet de haan

zoya lott

julien calloway

luna la

shan barnes

audrey hope

max wolfe

aki menzies

platonic! or frenemies!obie bergmann (love the actor, the character.... moving on)

boy meets world

eric matthews

shawn hunter

jack hunter

angela moore

shawn x angela (b/c that's who was supposed to be endgame)

minkus (maybe, not opposed to it)

platonic!feeny (for those who need some feeny advice, or just want something lighthearted to read)

vampire diaries universe (TVD, TO, Legacies)

when i say everybody from this show is available for requests, i mean EVERY-FRICKIN-BODY CAN GET IT

teen wolf

when i say everybody from this show is available for requests, i mean EVERY-FRICKIN-BODY CAN GET IT

first kill

calliope burns

juliette fairmont

calliette

theo burns

apollo burns

mama burns

mama fairmont

julie and the fat ones/phantoms

luke patterson

reggie peters

platonic!alex mercer (was that the fandom-agreed-upon last name??)

willex (alex x willie) --> possibly, want to remain respectful and i'm not a gay man so i don't know... i do love this couple though so i might

marvel cinematic universe

sam wilson, captain america

bucky barnes

peter parker (holland)

peter parker (garfield)

riri williams, ironheart

queen shuri, the black panther

namor (will add his other name once i learn how to properly spell it)

torres?? will look into this one, but he was pretty in tfatws so i'm adding him here for now

disney channel

lab rats (chase davenport)

any role played by luke benward

descendants movies (anyone... can get it)

liv and maddie (s4!parker rooney, maybe s3; reader will be aged down or parker is aged up)

disney plus

hsmtmts (anyone... can get it)

actors/notable rpf

this list is already so long, but pretty much anyone from the aforementioned shows will probably be written about so stay tuned! love you bye, drink some water

more to come when i can think of more!

[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.”

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miss bea my dear for miss blondie-is-taking-our-money’s birthday, may i please have a little something something with carter baizen and how you get the girl? 1989 just radiates mr baizen energy and i love this song too much to not request it. thank you so so much🥰🥰

how you get the girl | c. baizen

pairing: carter baizen x reader

a/n: this is based on the introvert x extrovert ideas miss @starbuckie gave me.

i want you for worse and for better, i would wait for ever and ever

There was no doubt in his mind; he loved her. He loved her since the moment he’d seen her and he didn’t even believe in love at first sight. Yet, he was proved severely wrong one afternoon at a Saint Judes’ and Constance’s alumni ball gathered around Christmas. He could see it in the back of his mind, a red dress and a black bow in her hair as she talked to some of the old teaching staff with a champagne glass. He was starstruck as he moved through the crowd so he could get a better look at her, standing between people just far enough from her but close to see her. 

It didn’t take much for him to discover who she was, after all Blair Waldorf did know everyone who had ever frequented Constance and was someone. Turned out she was someone, a Ivy league educated girl who worked downtown at one of the biggest research companies in New York, someone completely out of his limit. It was no secret she was too good for him; heck, she was too good for any man in the Upper East Side. She was also passing through social events, only attending one in a month yet those had been enough for him to make an impression.

He remembered approaching her at the Waldorf fundraiser and introducing himself. That little smile as she shook his hand, her small hand in his as he decided in that precise moment that was his girl. He had somehow managed to schedule a date at this small restaurant and from then on it was smooth sailing. From the sound of her laughing as she twirled the liquid in her glass listening to her story to her warm cheeks as he put his jacket around her.

He loved her more than words could suggest and more than actions could show but now. Now they were enthralled in the most stupid of arguments, at least in his view.

    - Seriously? - Carter put on his coat furiously. - This is the second time this week.

    - I’m sorry, Car. It’s just ... it’s too much and I don’t like it there.

    - Baby, there are people and they’re are throwing me a party to celebrate the firm’s achievements.

   - I know but ...

   - And while you have made it very clear you are not going, I am going. 

Silence settled between the two of them as Y/N looked at him with a mix of both anger and disappointment in her eyes. This was such a stupid argument, yet both of them were fired up.

   - What is this about, baby?

   - I don’t like these events, Carter. You know it, they make me upset, they ... I don’t ...

   - Stop. - he rose his hand to rub the bridge of his nose. - What is this all about, baby? Is this about the party?

   - Of course, Carter, we’ve been fighting about it for an hour.

   - Is this about the party or are you just upset that people will be judging you again because of being with me?

   - Seriously? - she looked incredulously at Carter, raising from the couch as those words left his mouth.

   - Talk to me, Y/N. Tell me. - she took a step back from him as he attempted to approach her, upset at his allegations. However, this merely angered him. - Is that it? You don’t want an ex gambler to tarnish your little miss perfect reputation?

In hindsight, he shouldn’t have said it. Part of him knew that was not the reason but the other part of him was insecure to still question if he had the standing ground to be with her, he was still insecure. She looked at him wide eyed at that statement, lips pursed yet slightly shivering before she turned on her heel to start walking towards her bedroom. The sound of her feet on the wood floors was what woke him up from his anger induced state as he started to go after her but it was too late, he merely arrived to see the door shut on his face.

He knocked on the door, his knuckles bruising as he incessantly called her name but no noise came.

  - Y/N! - he called her name once more. - Y/N, open the door. 

Once again, the call was unanswered and not even the sound of the covers ruffling or any walking was heard. She was ignoring him and he knew, he’d heard it plenty times before that you should think before you speak. But he didn’t, he was angry, he was lashing out and he was self-sabotaging. After all, it was only a matter of time before he did, before he ruined the love he was looking for.

  - Y/N! - he knocked on the door. - I will not fail at this so you can be comfortable. I refuse to not go because you’re embarrassed of me. 

 Once again, no response.

 She didn’t open the door, he spent the whole night against that door but she didn’t. He couldn’t find it in him to go to that party, not after he calmed down and realised he had accused her of things fabricated in her mind. He had no other choice but to return to his flat but even there he was running circles. For the rest of the weekend, he called her like a crazy man, leaving enough voicemails and texts to have someone believe he wasn’t stable; yet, she never replied.

He had tried everything from sending flowers to expensive chocolates and sweets, even a goddamn person to sing at her door. However, the flowers got returned and so did the chocolates. She didn’t want to talk to him, so now he was standing like a ghost in front of her apartment door, shaking from the rain that was pouring down on him. Even the weather was punishing him. 

    - Are you insane? - she opened the entry door to see Carter standing there. - Don’t you have an umbrella?

    - I figured you would take pity on me. 

    - I have no pity for you. - she crossed her arms. - Don’t you have a party you have to attend?

    - I deserve that. - he put his hands in his pockets. - I miss you, baby. 

    - I know, you left me 201 voicemails.

    - I’m so sorry. It was so stupid to say those things to you, that fight was so stupid. 

    - You wouldn’t have said them if you didn’t think it.

    - But baby I do think about it. You are so perfect, you’re way too good for me and everyone knows it. I’m always waiting for the day you’re gonna come up to me and tell me you’ve met someone else.

    - You never talk to me about these things.

    - I get upset when you don’t want to go to parties with me. I want ... I don’t know, I like showing you off. I don’t mean this in a look at my trophy girlfriend way but you’re just so fantastic. - he sighed. - When you don’t go, I just feel like you don’t wanna be seen with me.

   - Where would you get that idea?

   - You barely wanna have dates outside our places, you never accompany me to any party or gathering. You haven’t even introduced me to any of your friends. 

   - That’s not because I don’t wanna be seen with you. - her expression softened. - I don’t think it’s anyone’s business to be in our relationship and I don’t like parties ... or big gatherings. I don’t feel comfortable, I’d rather be home with you. Besides, my friends and my parents know I’m dating you, you’re not a secret, Carter.

   - It sure feels like it.

   - I’m sorry. 

   - I’m sorry too, baby. 

   - That was a stupid fight. - she wrapped her arms around his neck. - Never again.

   - Sure. - he kissed the top of her head. - I love you, baby. 

   - I love you too, you big idiot. Let’s go inside, you’re drenched.

   - Knew you couldn’t resist my body. - he joked making her roll her eyes. - I am joking. I know you like me for things other than my great ability in bed.

   - Who said it was great?

   - Watch it. 

[strawboorybunny]

Just A Favor

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author’s note: I hope you guys enjoy another Carter fic. I’m slowly working on the ones I have gotten started. I’m hoping to get more inspiration for them. So, enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff and we know that Carter is a warning himself

You felt irritation run through your body as you heard Carter shouting on the phone. Of all of the places he chose to take a phone call, it had to be the area you come to. For a good couple of months, this place had been quiet before he started showing up. He knows he irritates you. He loves to play with you and you don’t know what on earth you did to gain the attention of Carter Baizen.

You were broken out of your thoughts when you noticed a shadow above your book. You sighed before looking up to see Carter sitting across from you with a smirk on his face. “What do you want, Baizen?” You said before turning back to your book.

“I need a favor.”

You let out a dry laugh. “What makes you think I would help you with a favor? Why don’t you ask one of the girls you fuck around with.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “No, I, come on, you’re my only option.”

You closed your book before crossing your arms. “For?”

“Family party. My parents are more or less demanding I have a date and well, I figured it would be better if I showed up with someone who I haven’t fucked around with yet.”

You hummed and nodded slightly. “Yeah, no.” You said as you grabbed your books and got up from the table. Carter immediately followed you as you walked away. “Y/n please. Would you do me this one favor? It’s only for one weekend.” He said as he stood in front of you and grabbed your arms.

You looked at his hands before looking at him. “What exactly is in it for me? I’m not exactly one of those girls who wants to be caught with Carter Baizen.”

“I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t see me anymore and live your life Baizen free.” You smirked slightly. He smiled. “You like the sound of that?”

“Well, obviously.” You looked away as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Fine. I’ll do it. Don’t make me regret this, Carter.”

He smiled. “Thank you so much. First things first, I’m taking you shopping.” He said as he looked you up and down.

You frowned. “What?”

“Well you can’t show up to a party with the wardrobe you have. So,” he took out his phone and handed it to you. You gave him a slightly confused look. He rolled his eyes. “Give me your number and we’ll plan a time to go out.” You hesitated before putting your number in. “Thank you. Expect a date to be set.” He said before walking away.

-

You sighed as you looked at the store in front of you. “I can’t afford this.” You said quietly. 

Carter stuck his hands in his pockets before shrugging. “Who said you were buying? Come on.” 

You stared at Carter for a few seconds before following. “W-what? I can’t have you do that. I can’t pay you back.”

“You don’t have to pay me back.” He said as he looked you up and down again. He then turned back and grabbed a few dresses. When you grabbed one of the price tags, your heart dropped. “Stop looking at them.” Carter said as he glanced at you. “Now go try these on.”

You groaned as you modeled another dress for Carter. He hummed before shaking his head. “Seriously? What’s wrong with this one?”

“Nothing. Just not feeling it.”

“Not feel- Jesus Christ.” You said before going to change into the next dress. 

“I can’t believe this is taking so long.”

You looked at the door separating the two of you in shock. “You can’t- are you fucking kidding me? You’re the one who brought me here to get a dress.”

He chuckled. “Touché.” 

You took a breath before walking out in a long black dress. “How about this one?”

Carter stared at you for a few minutes before nodding. “This one is great. You look great.” You blushed slightly before smiling. Carter took the dress from your hands once you finished changing. He glanced at you as you played with your purse. “Want to get something to eat?”

You looked at him. “What?”

“Do you want to get food?”

“Oh, sure. I could eat.” He took the bag before leading you to the food court. You looked at Carter as he was telling you about the party. The two of you ordered what you wanted before going and sitting down. You looked at Carter. “Are you sure you want me going?”

Carter sighed. “For the last time, yes.” 

-

You looked at Ella through the mirror. She gave you a smile as she did your hair. “I can’t believe you get to go to a party with Carter Baizen.”

You rolled your eyes. “I'm just doing it as a favor. Besides, he promised to leave me alone if I did it, so it’s a win for me.” You looked down at your vanity. It had been a few weeks since the shopping trip. You hated to admit it but you had fun that day. Ever since then, you and Carter have continuously been talking. 

“Oh no. I know that look. You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”

Your cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “I- no. I’m just thinking about tonight is all.”

Ella laughed before shaking her head. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, hon.” She finished the last touch before stepping back. “Go and get changed.” You got up and changed into the dress. Ella smiled. “You look so beautiful.” 

You smiled as you stared at yourself. You haven’t felt this beautiful since, well forever. You grabbed your phone when you heard it buzz. You grabbed your stuff before facing your friend. “He’s here.”

“Good luck!” She said as you walked out to the car.

Carter smiled when he saw you. “Wow, you look even prettier than at the store.”

Your cheeks turned pink before smiling. “Thank you.”

-

You held onto Carter’s arm as you looked around the room. Everyone was dressed up and either catching up or talking about business. That is currently what Carter was doing. One of his father’s friends had stopped him to talk. “I see you have a beautiful date tonight.”

Carter smiled. “Yes, this is y/n.”

“It’s a pleasure.” The man said before turning his attention to someone else. Carter’s smile quickly faded and brought you to a more secluded part of the room. You let out a breath.

“Thank you. That was-”

“Suffocating? I know, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You shrugged. “It’s what I signed up for right?”

He let out a chuckle. “You know, I have never had fun at these things. You are making it more bearable.” You smiled before grabbing his hand. He looked over at you. He glanced down at your lips before he was called away. You giggled when he rolled his eyes before putting on a fake smile. You frowned slightly when you realized that this was going to end after tonight, that if you gained any feelings for him, it would just cause pain. 

Carter noticed the distant look in your eyes. He excused himself before making his way back over to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “When this is over, I don’t want us to go our separate ways. I- it has been one of the most real thing I have felt in my life. I don’t want it to end.” Carter placed his hands on your cheeks. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“We won’t.” He mumbled against your forehead. “It’s been real for me too.” You smiled before placing your hands on his chest. He smiled as well before pulling you into a kiss. “How about we get out of here.” He whispered against your lips.

“I’d like that.” You whispered back.

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

[starbuckie]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 2.1k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (car sex, unprotected(they have not learned their lesson), thigh riding, choking, not me writing carter as dominant for the first time,, ever), angst at the end, yn not taking care of herself and carter being clueless

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

a/n: very very late, but enjoy some dom!carter smut because you’ll probably never see it again MWAHAHA! im just kidding i just love sub!carter a bit move lmao, please enjoy and reblog and comment if you do <33

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“I thought we said we wouldn’t do this anymore, Carter.”

“You quote me wrong, I said that we wouldn’t fuck in taxis anymore, this is a limousine.” He argued while fighting with Y/N’s skirt zipper. “I thought Dolce and Gabbana quality was supposed to be good, what the shit is this?”

Y/N sat atop Carter’s lap, her knees spread and digging into the uncomfortable fabric of the seat below them. She didn’t remember how it had happened- after all they were only riding together to grab a quick lunch and to begin talking about preschools for Autumn. And lunch was good, some pasta and a shared bottle of champagne (his signature) at Veselka. They were more than cordial, and it felt warm and friendly; stirring up bubbles of feeling like the rising ones from the pinky drink. Then they simply decided to also share a limo home. Easy, efficient, saves gas.

But then some feral need in both of them must’ve broken loose in the car, and now here she was, grinding down on his clothed thigh like a bitch in heat.

Ever since the bathtub night she had been a little frustrated. And the compiling stress of Ellie’s birthday party and the baby herself and her job and her mom’s friends taking their wrath out on her… it was all too much. Maybe it was wrong to use Carter for relief, but that was technically his role in her life. As a co-parent, it technically wasn’t immoral for them to fuck their pressure from everyday society away.

With a quiet moan she grabbed his larger hands, moving them with hers to rolls the skirt up over the apex of her thighs to reveal black, lacy panties that covered just a small amount of her glistening cunt. The thin fabric was soaked from her core and the sight of it made the man under her moan.

“Were you expecting to get some today, darling?” He smirked, pressing his lips to the exposed skin above her dainty sterling silver necklace.

“A little bit,” she retorted, pressing her fingers around the bulge in his pants. He groaned against her throat and bit down lightly on the juncture of her neck. “You’ve never been good at keeping your hands to yourself.”

Her hands wasted no time in teasing him longingly and thoroughly, getting him further riled up. She was pushing at his limits. The past ten minutes had been fully of pure grinding and broken moans but Carter was straining and the Boss suit he wore was seconds away from bursting open along with him.

“Stop. Teasing.” He warned dangerously. One of his hands moved from her hips to her throat, effectively making her eyes roll back into her head, her arms falling slack from his crotch. A low whine escaped the back of her mouth, spit falling from her lips like she was drunk (which to be fair, they both kind of were).

His other hand worked nimbly on unbuckling the leather belt he wore and greatly regretted. Everything was more difficult in a car. Once he finally managed to pop it open, he rummaged under the band of his briefs just to pull his erect, painfully hard cock from its refines. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He groaned.

He dragged Y/N down from her throat to his hot mouth, and though the act was a bit rough, his lips softly caressed hers, coaxing his tongue past her lips. Both of them were careless in their decisions- nothing else mattered when it just felt so right for Carter’s hands to be squeezing her neck so she saw stars.

She absentmindedly drooled, the friction of her panty-clad cunt aching down on his thigh making her dumb in the head with not a single thought in her brain. Carter was just as drunk on his lust for her, using brute strength to rip her lingeries from her body. The ache of the elastic and lace left indents in the crevice of her thighs, but she could barely feel it with the taste of champagne straight from his mouth so potent on her tongue.

Without a second to lose, he slammed her hips forwards so the head of his cock was rubbing against her weeping entrance. She was so slick, her juices dripping down her thighs and into his pants. He loosened his hand from her throat, just a little bit, as he spoke to her a soft tone. He was always so gentle with his words no matter how rough he got with her. “You ready, mama?”

Y/N cried out as he nudged his mushroom tip against her clit. “Fill me up, Car.”

So he did. Pushing down on her waist, she sunk down balls-deep, his full head reaching her g-spot first time. Y/N nearly screamed.

And he came almost as soon as she sunk down on his length. It had been long, far too long since he’d been with her. It was only her. No other woman could compare, no other woman was Y/N, with her pretty body rolling across his hips with her luxurious whines and responsive touch.

“Mhm-” he found it difficult to not blow his load as she moved on him, and he wasn’t helping himself “You making yourself feel good on my cock, mama?”

“Yeah, C-Carter,” she agreed, “want you to make me feel good.”

Carter nearly laughed at the dumb expression she wore as she overtly tried to rub her clit against his skin as she fucked herself on his cock. “You work too hard, honey, you deserve to take a break. Just rub your pretty little cunt out, don’t even think about it.”

“Carter!” She yelped as he harshly smacked her throbbing clit, her walls clamping around his twitching dick when he did so. The feeling of her constricting around him, it was too much.

“You’re so gorgeous, mama,” Carter sighed. With a few more shallow thrusts, his head was spamming inside her tight channel, spurting his white ropes of cum. He filled her up good and they could both tell by the way their skin squelched against each other as she continued to grind against him. His mind was nearly as blank as hers when he came down from his high, hands grappling at her skin and clenching down on the smooth flesh.

His come was already leaking from her hole, but he knew she still hadn’t reached her orgasm quite yet. “Your little clitty need some help, honey?” A barley comprehendable moan left her lips as she nodded desperately, begging him to do anything to put her right over the charming edge of release. “Of course, mama, whatever you want.”

His fingers soothed over her little bundle of nerves, raw from the spankings he’d given it. Instead his thumb and pointer finger began to rub it in small, stimulating circles, knowing just how fast to do it so she’s come sooner rather than later. After all, her small squeals and relentless groans were out of the fact that she could barely get herself off, and she needed this. She needed him. Only him.

“Oh, fuck, Carter,” she breathily moaned. Her hips gyrated on top of his softening dick. “I’m so close, can you please…”

Her hand brought his to her throat again, and before she had to say anything else he was squeezing again, letting her breath come to shallow puffs of air before vigorously rubbing at her clit again.

“You gonna come soon, mama?” He pressed his lips to hers, taking her bottom lip in his mouth and feeling her reach for air in his lotion. “I know you can do it, honeylove, just gotta get you real nice an’ relaxed…”

It only took one more sharp thrust into her slick heat before she was coming, her pussy squeezing his cock as come continued to flow out of her. A high whine escaped her parted lips as Carter let go of her throat and her tired hips slowly came to a halt, only stopping once she’d stopped moaning.

Silence filled the car after that. While Carter had been clear and sound in mind for a while, he was still caught in the beauty of Y/N coming for him. Her pinched eyebrows and girlish cries were something he’d never be able to get enough of even after all the times they’d fucked. The spent woman in his lap was barely awake, her heavy eyelids a remainder of the power he held over her.

And neither of them had even noticed the car rolling to a stop. What a gift for New York City traffic. The partition of the limo rolled down, a quiet frown on the face of the poor chauffeur driving the limo that day. “We’re back at the penthouse. I’ll leave so you can get… cleaned up.”

Carter supported her falling legs, trying hard not to break into laughter at the awkward silence filling the large car. He averted his eyes toward the roof and slunk down further in his seat while loosening his tie. “Ah, thanks, Quentin, I’ll leave my tip in your paycheck later.”

As soon as the word of Carter left his mouth, the chauffeur scrambled out of the car, desperate to unhear everything he’d just heard.

The bright blue-eyed man broke out into a fit of chuckles, hiding his large grin in the skin of Y/N’s sternum. “That was good, wasn’t it? I dunno why we don’t do it more often.”

He removed his head from her bare chest so he could look up at her, but she seemed far away. Her eyes were pretty still, even as they glittered with a shine he hadn’t seen before. With a gentle reassurance Carter dotted his rough fingers up to her face, grabbing her chin between a few of them. “Hey, what’s wrong? Was it something I did?”

Y/N looked down at him, with his pleading blue orbs and small frown. To the public he was cold as ice, a man who never seemed to change but she saw him. He was always soft when it came to her. Tears pushed at the corners of her eyes and she had to leave.

With a huff and a small groan, she struggled to get her skirt back down her thighs, dripping with Carter’s cum. The reality of it all set in. They had been too hazardous. This was bad.

“I have to go,” she murmured. By then tears were escaping her eyes hard and fast, dropping down her cheeks as quickly as her heart beat. She barely even bothered to cover her leaking cunt up, he did rip her panties after all, and pulled down her skirt before pushing the door open and nearly falling out. Her face was less than a foot away from the sidewalk concrete, but Carter, concerned as ever, grabbed her waist before she could slam into the hard surface.

“You’ve gotta be careful, Y/N, where the hell are you going so fast anyways?”

“I just,” she sniffed, swatting his hands as she clambered out, “I gotta go… do something.”

As soon as every part of her body had left the inside of the limo, she took off like a rocket, running through the front doors of her building in her half-dazed glory.

“Y/N!” Carter yelled. Never mind the fact that his pants were unzipped and his cock was barely stuffed back in his briefs, his best friend was clearly hurt, hurt somehow by him, and he had dug hard enough to force such a reaction out of her. He’d seen the tears but he was so lost on where he went wrong.

Passerby walkers stared at him oddly, the man who had obviously just fucked someone, deranged and defiled on the edge of the sidewalk with a YSL mini dangling in his hand. Carter waved them off when he received their strange looks, trying to act like everything was fine and hiding the confused maze his brain was. He felt scrambled. He felt like the autumn leaves pounded into the ground by each of the shoes that stepped over them.

“You forgot your purse,” he lamely added. There was no use though. Y/N by then was probably back up in the penthouse, worrying over Autumn or calling the preschools in Manhattan to schedule interview appointments. She’d do what she always did, repress her own emotions and issues until everyone else was satisfied, and when it came to a year old baby, it was never. She’d shut herself off and when she did that she went father off the grid than he did.

But he knew that he had to track her down. That’s how they worked so well together after all- he always knew how to catch her.

[sableseb]

Not So Playboy

Carter Baizen x dom!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, hitting, oral f receiving, riding, spitting

tags: @fuckandfluff @meetmeatyourworst @stucky-my-ship @greeneyedblondie44 @harrysthiccthighss @sparksforkoo​

a/n: This is my submission for @navegandoaciegas Maneater Challenge! The prompts I used are typed in bold. This was super fun to participate in and I really loved the whole idea of it! This is uh, just pure smut. No thought, just thots. I hope you all enjoy and remember, ladies do it best.x

Working in house service isn’t the most ideal job, but the Baizen’s pay her well. She’s always at their lavish upstate New York apartment, making sure everything holds a slight shine to it, keeping all their valuables in tip top shape.

Mr. and Mrs. Baizen are kind, always giving her sufficient time off when she needs it, always a courteous husband and wife. It’s a housekeeper's dream. Most of the rich around here are rude and snobby, but not in the Baizen household. So she thought at the time.

 Their son Carter recently came home from some kind of traveling reprieve and he’s a complete contrast to his parents. To simply put it, he’s a jerk. A clear product of being spoiled all his life. To her, Carter is the worst thing in her routine. He makes her once serene job a living hell. Always making snide comments on her work, purposely making messes wherever he pleased, never keeping his hands to himself. 

What really made her upset though, is the fact she’s immensely attracted to this pompous asshole. His boyish grin, the bright blues of his eyes, and his fit body seemed to overrule his constant nagging and bickering. She’d never admit it, but each time he’d reach around her for something, not so subtly grinding himself against her, it made her thighs rub together and slick pool in her panties.

Carter thinks she’s timid, too afraid to say or do anything about his actions. This makes him thrive off torturing her. But, he couldn’t be more wrong. She may feign innocence, exude it even, but on the inside, her mind always swirls with ways to have him shut up, to have him begging for her, to be the one in charge for once. 

The sound of glass shattering from the living room catches her attention, snapping her out of the little schemes she’s plotting in her mind. Laying the rag on the counter, she makes hasty steps towards the threshold of the sitting area. An unimpressed look graces her face as she stares at Carter, standing in the middle of the hardwood floor with glass and brown liquid splayed around his pristine, black Edmonds’.

“Whoops.” He smirks, taking in the agitation practically rolling off her. “Looks like I dropped my drink. Why don’t you clean this up and fetch me a new one, yeah?”

Anger courses through her. Carter’s really dancing a fine line. She’s trying to keep her calm, truly, but with each passing day in the presence of this prick, it’s getting harder to stay sweet and pliant.

“I’m not a dog, Baizen.” She tells him, moving to pick up the jagged shards anyway.

As soon as she’s next to him, ready to bend down to clean his mess, the words that roll off his tongue stop her movements. “You look like a bitch to me, baby.” 

She looks up at him, nothing but pure hate engulfs her usual doe like eyes. That smug smirk, the patronizing tone, the hurtful statement...she snaps. She’s over him and his attitude, there’s better ways for him to use his mouth instead of berating her.

Straightening herself up, she stands toe to toe with him, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “I’ll show you just how much of a bitch I can be,” she spits.

Carter’s cocky expression falls as it’s replaced with one of perplexity and confusion. She’s never talked to him like this or looked at him this way. Sure she rolls her eyes at his antics and throws scowls his way, but this, this look almost borders hunger. And dare he say, lust even. 

He watches as her figure steps away from him, sauntering towards one of the many luxe couches his parents own. She sits perched on the edge and slowly spreads her legs. Carter’s breath gets caught in his throat. He can see the white lace between her thighs perfectly as her tennis skirt rides up. She's on display for him and he couldn’t be happier. Who knew the shy thing had it in her?

She watches as his cockiness returns, hands already unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Knew you couldn’t resist me, sweetheart.”

Before he can make his way over to her, she stops him. “Nuh uh.” She smiles in a sickly sweet way that makes Carter’s gut clench.  “I want you to crawl, pretty boy.”

Oh, does he know where this is going. He shouldn’t be okay with this, he should be the one taking what he’s wanted since he laid his eyes on her. He should show her that all she is, is the maid. A maid with a body he wants to get lost in. 

But, he can’t find himself to do anything of the sort. Not when her little show of dominance is making him harder than ever. She starts to beckon him to the floor with a finger. At this moment, he wants to be her good boy. He wants to show her he’s not all bad and that his hostile nature was only to be in a predicament like this...except, he never imagined he’d be the one begging for her.

She watches intently as he gets down on all fours, careful to avoid the glass and whiskey still occupying the floor. It satisfies her to no end seeing him crawl towards her parted legs. She notices the way his back strains against the expensive fabric hugging his form, how he’s slightly shaking, how his firm chest is exposed from the buttons he opened. He’s breathtaking.

He’s between her now, inhaling her scent, running his hands along the smooth skin of her legs, pressing kisses here and there. She throws her head to the side, basking in his soft touches. She looks down to meet his heavy gaze, hands finding purchase in his perfectly styled hair. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

Carter lets out a grunt at the praise, head chasing her touch. She suddenly grabs his mouth and forces him to look up at her. “Now, be good and eat my pretty pussy. Or is that too much for you to handle? Can my dumb baby handle making me cum with his mouth?”

He whimpers, “I can make you cum,” through his puckered lips. Leaning down to his level, she spits into his mouth much to his surprise. She watches as his eyes widen, but he swallows nonetheless. “Mmm, then get to work,” she says, releasing his mouth and getting comfortable on the couch. 

Reaching up under her skirt, he grasps her panties and pulls them down to her ankles. The fabric falls on the polished floor and Carter has to control himself. He’s almost drooling at the sight of her exposed heat. She’s glistening, clit swollen, hole clenching around nothing, he doesn’t waste another second.

 He licks her all over, drawing little pants from her plump lips. He buries his tongue in her tight channel, fucking her with it until her back arches off the leather. She tastes divine. He knows he would do anything to lap her up any chance he got.

While his effort is good, it isn’t good enough for her. She reaches down to grab a fist full of his hair, yanking his head back up. His chest is heaving, mouth covered in her slick, eyes blown wide, and she doesn’t think she’ll ever get the sight out of her mind. “You can do better than that, right? You run that fucking mouth all day and you can’t eat my cunt out right? My, you are just a stupid, little boy aren’t you?” 

Her words make his dick jump, aching to be touched, aching to be buried inside her velvety walls. “I can do better,” he whimpers, “I promise.” 

She releases him and he’s back to where he started, except this time, he latches onto her clit. Sucking and rolling it slightly between his teeth, working her into a frenzy rather quickly. 

“Oh, fuck, Carter. Right fucking there.” She practically screams, digging her nails into his scalp to keep him where he is. He moans around her sensitive nerves, sending vibrations shooting through her, causing her legs to tremble around his head.

Carter picks up each of her legs by the supple flesh of her thighs and brings them upwards. She’s bent at an angle now, legs spread open even more, granting him better access to her weeping pussy. He lets go of her clit, moving his tongue back to her hole, fucking her with the muscle once more.

She looks down, watching in awe as he pulls his head back before ramming his face against her swollen flesh. His tongue works wonders against her walls, massaging them just right. With her hands still in his hair, she helps with his movements, fucking herself with his mouth until that coil that formed moments ago keeps tightening at a frightening pace.

Her hands fly up to her chest, groping and kneading at the flesh under her tight shirt. Suddenly, she feels Carter’s fingers press against her clit, moving in time with his tongue. Her legs try to close from the amount of sheer pleasure he’s giving her, but he’s got a tight hold on her, keeping her in place as he eats her out.

“Knew you could work wonders with that mouth, baby boy. Keep fucking going, so close.”

He doesn’t let up. That all too familiar heat creeps up her spine and she’s moaning wantonly now. Her thighs don’t stop shaking as Carter keeps up his onslaught. It all feels so fucking good. His mouth, his fingers, the fact he’s kneeling before her, practically worshiping her, wanting to please her. She revels in it. 

All of a sudden, that coil in her snaps. She lets out a broken sob, gushing around Carter’s face. He helps her ride out her high with his fingers until she’s twitching, moving his hand away from her dripping cunt. 

She takes a moment to take a breath before sitting up and leaning in to kiss him. It’s all moans and sloppiness, she can taste herself on him. She sucks his tongue, wanting more of the tangy taste. She pulls away slightly to whisper, “Strip for me and then lay on the floor.”

He doesn’t take his time discarding his clothing. She watches in amusement as she too takes off her clothing, feeling much better as the cool air of the penthouse encloses around her heated, naked body. 

Carter does as he’s told, laying flat against the floor, the oriental rug scratching his back slightly. She makes her way over to his pliant body. He is nothing far from firm, his abs are taught, chest firm...a perfect purchase for her hands. His cock is hard and aching, smearing precum along his pelvis. He’s truly mouthwatering.

He watches as she bends down to swing a leg over his waist, settling herself down against him. He sucks in air as her wet heat rests snugly over his erection. He reaches for her waist just to feel her, but she quickly pushes his hands away and slams them to the floor below. 

Leaning in close enough to where her nose brushes against his, she tells him, “No touching. Not yet, anyway. You have to earn the privilege by being my good little whore.”

Carter whines, slightly bouncing his head back against the rug. He’s never had to beg for anything in his life and she comes out of nowhere and flips his world around. His hips buck up against her, trying to slip himself in to find some relief. “Please,” he pleads, “I’m your good whore. Let me touch you.”

She tilts her head to the side as if contemplating his words, feigning thought. “I’ll think about it,” she says passively.

That doesn’t sit right with Carter. He’s getting agitated, his sexual frustration growing. “Please, whatever you want, I’ll do. I sw-” he’s cut off by a harsh slap to his face. Her dainty hand has his cheek stinging and stained red. The pain shoots straight to his already leaking cock.

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.” She reaches past him to retrieve her discarded lace laying near the couch. She shoves the material between his perfect pout. She pulls his arms above his head, trapping his wrists in her hand. “Much better,” she says in content.

Reaching behind her, she grasps his cock, causing him to moan around the fabric. She lines herself up with him then slowly sinks down on him, basking in the stretch. He’s thick and curved, hitting that spot inside her just perfectly. 

Her hand shoots up to join her other, now she’s holding both wrists separate, making sure to dangle her chest in front of his face, teasing him further. She raises her hips, slamming them back down which causes Carter to throw his head back at the sensation of her tight walls dragging along his dick.

She picks up a rhythm, switching between bouncing and grinding. It’s driving him wild, he’s panting heavily through her underwear still lodged in his mouth. Her nails dig into his wrists, adding to his pleasure. She’s a moaning mess above him as she takes her pleasure. He never wants to leave beneath her, too mesmerized by her bouncing breasts, her face of pure ecstasy, and the way her pussy grips him just right.

“Mmm, gonna cum. You wanna cum too don’t you?”

He shakes his head frantically, affirming her question. “Chase your high, baby. You’ve earned it.”

It’s music to Carter’s ears. He plants his feet on the ground, causing her to lift up, somehow feeling like she sunk farther onto his length. He starts his punishing pace, she screams, letting go of his hands, the sheer force causing her to melt against him. He takes the opportunity to take the cloth out of his mouth, his arms lock around her waist, holding her in place as he uses her to reach his climax.

He’s repeatedly pounding into her just right. That coil built back up and is getting ready to snap. She kisses along his jaw, sucking here and there to lay her mark on him. “Know you wanna cum,” she pants, “cum in me, wanna feel you.”

He can’t hold back his grunts, sweat is dripping down his chest, his balls are tightening and he’s a goner. He holds her impossibly close as he shoots his load into her, covering every inch of her silk walls. His lower body drops back down against the floor, trying to get a grip on himself.

She can feel his warm seed inside her, she coats it along his shaft as she continues to chase her high. His cock is bringing her such a delicious friction, her pussy squeezes around him as she cums with a grunt, locking herself in place above him. 

With heavy eyes, she looks down at the man she wrecked. His sweat slicked body is glowing, hair disheveled, pupils dilated. She bends down to capture his lips once more. This kiss is more intimate, she’s taking her time with him, memorizing the softness of his lips. Pulling away, she cracks a smile, tracing her nose with his. “Maybe you’re useful after all, Baizen.”

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Babeeee I haven’t seen you write for Carter yet…but what about a step-brother one-shot where he’s very ‘sweet’ but condescending and dark beneath the surface? Maybe reader is tricked into sex or she gets stuck somewhere?💜💜

Oooo look what you inspired!!

Carter Baizen x Reader; dub!con, step siblings, fingering

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

"Shit!" You swore, pulling your car over to the side of the road. You just had to break down on this country road, in upstate New York, where no one was gonna find you. You scrolled through your phone, trying to find someone who could help. The only one you could think of that would be close was your step-brother, Carter.

You called him, begging him to come help. "Please Carter, I'm all alone and the road is completely empty, I'm scared!"

"Sure I can help, but it'll cost you," Carter replied.

"You get an allowance same as I do Carter," you huffed.

"We can talk about that when I get there, don't worry, sweetheart."

Twenty minutes later, you were leaning against your car as Carter pulled up behind you, sleek black car purring quietly. He smoothly got out from behind the wheel, coming to stand next to you. "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be standing out here alone. Why don't you go sit in my car while I call a tow truck?"

You nodded shyly, feeling a little embarrassed, and walked to his car, climbing in and relaxing back into the soft leather. You watched as Carter paced, talking on the phone for a few minutes, before coming back to the car. He hopped in, shutting the door behind him but not turning the car on.

"Sorry sweetheart, it's gonna be at least an hour til they get here," he said apologetically. "I don't think we should leave your car here alone, so we're just gonna have to wait it out."

You nodded, face flaming in embarrassment over the situation. "So, what shall we do to pass the time?" Carter asked, hand resting on your bare thigh, your skirt having shifted up quite a bit. You shuffled back against the door, giggling awkwardly.

Carter followed, hand sliding up your thigh to brush along the edge of your panties, damp with arousal. "I thought of a way you could repay me," Carter said lowly, sliding his fingers into your panties, stroking your wet folds, dipping one finger in quickly before pulling away entirely, sticking his finger in his mouth and sucking.

You moaned, then covered your mouth quickly. "I, um, I don't really know if that's a good idea," you mumbled, hiding behind your hair. Carter pushed it behind your ear, leaning in and nuzzling at your neck. Your eyes rolled and you whimpered.

"I think it's a great idea," he whispered in your ear.

"I-o-okay," you stuttered, and immediately his fingers were back in your panties, two slipping between your folds, stroking your walls. You gasped as he found that spot inside you, making you see stars. He bit down on your neck, stroking that spot as his thumb rubbed your clit, and you came. You gasped, high pitched and needy, grasping at Carter's arm, humping his hand.

"Fuck, there you go sweetheart, good girl, such a good girl for big brother," he muttered. You shoved him away as he chuckled, bringing his fingers back to his mouth and sucking them in, one by one.

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mostly PWP; one shots, drabbles and headcanons.

Read the warnings for each fic.

Organized by author.

← 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Controlled - CEO!ransom x camgirl!black!reader

Love Me

Multiplying

plastic - sex pollen

Powerpuff - plus size!reader

Stress Relief

@agentofbarnes -

floating

no shame

@angrythingstarlight - A Word of Advice

@avintagekiss24 -

Hunted

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@bluemusickid - A Deal with Drysdale.

@buckyownsmylife -

he hears you say your ex was better at oral

sunrise - jealous!ransom

you play strip twister together

@bunkerbucky - Got What He Wanted

@carolmaximoffs - teacher’s pet - college au, tutor!reader, virgin!reader, innocent!reader

@chrissquares -

Baby Daddy

I Like Trouble - bratty!reader

@chuckbass-love -

Hood Sex

The New Teacher - single dad!ransom, teacher!reader

Your Filthy Addiction

@cloudystevie -

73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

bratty - DDLG

her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss - soft!ransom

@dadplease - a lesson to remember - dark!daddy!ransom x little!reader, DDLG

@donutloverxo - Vanilla

@drabblewithfrannybarnes -

Anything - wife!reader

A Valentine’s Cockfectionery

Cam Boy Ransom series - camboy!ransom

Cookies & Cream

Flesh of My Flesh - dark, dark religious themes, blasphemy

Sweet Smell of Golf

@et-lesailes - spreading the sugar [1] [2] [3] - sugar daddy!Andy & ransom (twins) x reader

@fairyevans -

Deserves A Picture

Pool Party For Two

[Warm Welcomings] [House Warming Gifts] - carter baizen x reader, ransom drysdale x reader

@holdontorogers - Voulez-vous

@honeydulcewrites - smoking a blunt with Ransom

@kaiparker-avengerssmut - Online lessons

@kinanabinks - Leather Wallet, Velvet Purse

@needleandhammer - Fruition - soft dark!ransom, governor's daughter!reader

@ozarkthedog -

Fallen Leaves and Dirty Knees

Spit Kink HC

@punani - a man of god - priest!ransom, religious elements

@quietmyfearswith - perfect fit - tailor au, fashion designer!ransom

@stargazingfangirl18 -

Brat Tamer - bratty!reader

Daddy

Dirty Picture

Foursome w/Andy, Ransom, & nomad!Steve

Model Misbehavior - model!ransom

Our Little Secret

Piercings - part 1 is steve, part 2 is ransom

Possessive!Ransom ask

Ransom/Ari/Andy Foursome - andy x reader, ari x reader

Restraint

Rouse

Simple Request

Tete-a-tete

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom x black/woc! actress!reader

@steebsbabygirl - Pretty, Pleated Skirt

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork -

Can’t Wait, Can You

Needs

Ransom finds out you have a Alpha Kink. Guess what he wants you to call him during sex

Ransom really doesn't like you calling him Hugh

You Can’t Get Better Than A Thrombey

@sweeterthanthis -

Kinktober Drabbles Day 4: Creampie - Ransom Drysdale

That’s My Girl

Ripped Of Innocence - soft dark!ransom x religious!reader

@the-iceni-bitch -

Exhibition kink/drunk sex

Fighting All Night

Introducing Chaos

Let's Make a Mess

Sacrilege

Sex Against the Window

Sweet Revenge - ransom drysdale x reader x random female BGC

The Pleasure and the Certainty

@threeminutesoflife - Have You Any Wool?

@peachyteague - become a freak with my body

@wanderinglunarnights - Restraint

@wiypt-writes - Barking Up The Wrong Tree

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Rules for requests

Imagines

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Series Masterlists

The Will and The Way (MCU)

TVD universe

Stefan Salvatore x reader

Stefan & Damon Salvatore x reader

Kai Parker x reader

Elijah Mikaelson x reader (part 1) (part 2)

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Josie Saltzman x witch!reader

Lizzie Saltzman x vampire!reader

Marvel

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Peter Parker x Rogers!reader

Peter Parker x reader

Loki Laufeyson x reader

Loki Laufeyson x reader

Loki Laufeyson x reader

Loki Laufeyson x reader (part 1/ White Horse) // (part 2/ Good for You) // (part 3/ Tis the Damn Season)

Loki Laufeyson x female!mother!reader

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Wandavision x reader/ Pietro x reader

Disney

Ariel (the little mermaid) x reader

Prince Kit x reader

Harry Potter universe

Draco Malfoy x reader

Draco Malfoy x reader

Draco Malfoy x reader

Oliver Wood x reader

Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!reader

Fred Weasley x reader

(Young) Sirius Black x reader

(Young) James Potter x reader

(Young) Regulus Black x reader

Assortment of tv shows and movies

Shawn Hunter x reader (Boy Meets World)

Shawn Hunter x reader (Boy Meets World)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!reader (Bridgerton)

Spike x reader (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

Matthew Crawley x sibling!reader (Downton Abbey)

Matthew Crawley x reader (Downton Abbey)

Tom Branson x sibling!reader (Downton Abbey)

Tom Branson x reader (Downton Abbey)

Fallon Carrington x sibling!reader (Dynasty)

Riven x reader (Fate the Winx saga)

Jess Mariano x reader (Gilmore Girls)

Jess Mariano x reader (Gilmore Girls)

Nate Archibald x reader (Gossip Girl)

Nate Archibald x reader (Gossip Girl)

Carter Baizen x Bass!reader (Gossip Girl)

Alex Karev x reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

Andrew Deluca x pregnant!reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

Arizona Robbins x reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

Finnick Odair x reader (The Hunger Games)

Rafael Barba x reader (Law and Order: SVU)

Nick Amaro x reader (Law and Order: SVU)

Male!svu characters x female!reader (Law and Order: SVU)

Jefferson Hatter x reader (Once Upon A Time)

Headcanons

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Dating Draco Malfoy would include...

Going home for the holidays with Fred (muggleborn reader)

Being in a relationship with George after the battle of Hogwarts

The Marauders holding you in their arms as you die

Introducing Loki to earth

Disney movie marathon with your boyfriend Loki

Decorating the tower for Christmas with the avengers + your boyfriend Pietro

Social Media aus

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Loki Laufeyson x bookworm girl

Roadtrip with Bucky Barnes

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Kinktober 2021, Day 12: Leash

Summary:  Carter loves his pet

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, leash/collar, dom/sub dynamics, masturbation, finger sucking, unprotected sex, PIV sex, nipple pinching, degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

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Carter Baizen and his boyish good looks is a menace.  With the pompous elite of the upper east side, he’s the perfect gentleman.  Nobody would suspect the hold that man has on you, or how easily he can bring you to your knees.  He speaks so eloquently to the group of aristocrats at the art show of a friend of a friend, or something like that.  His arm romantically draped around your back holding you tightly to him.  His finger runs along the diamond choker he insists you wear out in public, “Just to keep up good appearances my pet.”

“Carter, not here,” your knees already going weak at the nickname.

“They won’t hear,” he whispers pressing his lips behind your ear, releasing a soft breath on the barely wet skin.

“But I can, please.”

“My little fuck doll already whimpering for me.  Don’t worry.  When we get home...” he leans back to wink at you, shaking hands with one of his ‘friends’ and introducing you as his fiancé.  The two of you hadn’t made the public announcement, so it’s not a shock that Serena gasps.  

“Well, congratulations.  Finally, someone has tamed him,” if only she knew.  You were far from taming him.  Even Carter gives a wicked chuckle before he’s guiding you to look at the art pieces.

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Carter’s hands twist around the leash, bringing his still clothed body closer to your completely naked one.  The diamond choker replaced with black leather collar.  Even this act makes you helpless.  His hands stripping you bare, and you sink to your knees, lifting back your chin, for him to attach the leather strap.  In an exciting way, he’s binding himself to you, well binding you to him.  

Another wrap of the leash around his hand, and he looks at your pliant and ready body.  Your eyes glossed over stares up at him, waiting on his command.  “Touch yourself,” your body reacts and two fingers circle on your bundle of nerves.  “Let’s see how greedy that cunt is, my pet.”

You push in two fingers in your sopping hole, pumping the digits in and out of you.  Lewd squelching sounds vibrate through the apartment, and Carter’s head falls back.  His face turns up in pleasure at how wet you are for him.  He wraps the leash around his hand again, bringing himself even closer to you.  And you want him to touch you.  But you can’t speak unless spoken to.  Whimpers whisper of your lips, and he pulls himself even closer.  “Your greedy cunt gonna cum on those fingers?” you nod your head yes.  “You clenching yet?”  you shake your head no, still enjoying this slow torture.  “Does my pet need my touch?  How bad do you want to cum?”

“So bad, Sir.  Need you.”

“I know you do.  Stop,” you stop your movements, your fingers still snug in your dripping channel.  “Taste yourself,” gliding your fingers out, you drag them up your front, leaving a trail of slick arousal all up your body, until they enter your mouth, and you suck them clean.  “Hands behind your back.  No Touching.”

Settling down, you bring your hands behind your back, clasping them together, eyes trained up only at Carter.  He finally closes the gap between you, circling his hand one more time on the leash, and his free hand cups your chin, lifting your face up even more.  His thumb rubs along your lips, until he slowly enters the extremity in your mouth.  Your lips surround the digit and you suck on him.  “Such a good girl,” he moans, allowing your tongue to loop around him.

He pulls his thumb out with a pop, and pulls at the tightened leash.  Jerking your body up to stand flush with him.  “I think that’s all for the night, don’t you?” not wanting to disappoint him, you don’t answer.  You’re lack of response, coupled with the tears that well in your waterline, he knows it’s not.  The tears only egg him on.

“Speak,” his voice commands.

“I need you, Sir.  Need you to split me in half, and claim me.”

“Is the collar not enough claim on you?”

“No.  Need to feel you.  Please sir.”

Turning on his heels, he pulls you along with him.  Walking through the apartment until you're in your shared bedroom.  “If you weren’t such a polite pet...” he groans, tightly pulling on the leash.  “On your knees.”

You crawl to the bed, staying on all fours, and arching your back, giving him the most perfect view of your leaking cunt.  “Fuck, you’re beautiful, you know that?”

You hear him undoing his dress pants, letting them fall to the ground, and ripping down the buttons of his shirt to toss to the side.  You want to look at his beautiful body, but he didn’t ask you.  He lines himself up before sinking into your wet heat.  Pushing through your walls until he completely bottoms out.  The two of you moan in pure pleasure.  And he jerks on the leash, to bring your body up to his.  Your back arched in an almost painful way, he clamps down on your nipples.  Pinching them tightly before he begins his hard thrusts.  Crashing into you with a heated fervor.  

Your mouth screams out in pleasure with the way that Carter works your body, cumming all too quickly, and he laughs at you.  “Such a cockslut aren’t you?  Answer me!”

“Only for you sir.”

He drops the leash, only to grab it through your legs, pulling the leather until it’s flush with your clit.  His stabbing into you creating the most delightful friction on the material.  “You’re mine, aren’t you?  My fucking pet, huh?”

“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!”

“So, fucking tight!” he screams, his pumps becoming sloppy, and harsh.  Slamming into you as if he’s pissed.  “Cum.”

You react, soaking his cock, and he fucks you through your release, until he marks his territory.  The heated cream fills you up completely, oozing out around where the two of you connect.  “One of these days, you’ll really be mine.  My perfect pet.”

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wanna be yours | carter baizen

pairing: carter baizen x reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: not my one part series becoming a three part series. enjoy part two everyone xx

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Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours ...

Nathaniel Fitzwilliam Archibald, that posh son of a bitch. Only he and his little puppy, down on his luck could convince her to spend her much deserved Friday night on a soulless selfish parade of New York’s new fashions disguised as a charity ball. In all honesty, she couldn’t understand why she didn’t flat out said no. Maybe it was the fact Nate had been acting like the Upper East’s most depressed rich kid or that she had been drowning herself with work to avoid the fact she had slept with the man she’d been in love in for the past three years and let him slip through her fingers. Not only had she let him slip through her fingers, she’d wrapped him in a bow and sent him Serena’s way and now here she was, leaning against a wall, watching the couple that she had stupidly put back together. 

She had to admit they looked good together, her in a gold strapless dress with her hand on his shoulder. He looked handsome as he always did; dressed in an expensive black Prada suit with a red tie. They looked like the It couple of the Upper East Side and although the sight of them together broke her heart, it was indeed a sight. Everyone paraded around them, wanting a piece of them, wanting to talk to them. She guessed it was better this way, after all they did fit together. She was certain the upper class would not accept Carter Baizen, the reformed wild child, dating a middle class New Yorker who had gone to Constance due to a scholarship and was wearing an outlet dress from at least three seasons ago. It was still a pretty dress, a nice red cocktail dress which went just past her knee, showing her matching red heels that she’d had since graduation. She was not Serena van der Woodsen and maybe it was for the best. They were good friends, there was no use destroying that. Besides, he probably didn’t even think of her that way. 

    - Hey. - Nate walked up to her, extending a champagne flute. - How is the most beautiful girl in the world?

    - I can’t believe you forced me to do this. - she smiled sarcastically before taking a sip from her flute. This was definitely not the champagne she was used to drinking. - I regret the day I ever became your friend. 

    - You love being my friend. Who else would help you get over Baizen?

    - Who would help you get over Serena? - she retorted, taking another sip which felt more like a gulp. She looked at them once more, before sighing and looking back at Nate. - I think it’d hurt less if they didn’t look so good. 

    - We’re still up for the 30 and over rule? - he questioned making her laugh truthfully for the first time in this dreadful evening. 

Her laughter was small, polite, almost no one but Nate heard yet Carter seemed to notice. Suddenly, whatever Serena’s grandmother was speaking about no longer registered as he looked at her. She’d seen her get in, walk into the room with Nate Archibald in her arm, wearing a long black coat yet he was yet to see what that long black coat hide and thank god it was off. She looked beautiful, the most beautiful woman in this whole room for sure with her little red dress which still managed to catch his attention even if it wasn’t beaded with crystals and other shiny objects. However, it was her earrings, long single chain with a pearl at the end which caught his attention and stroke his pride. He’d given her those earrings an awful long time ago and she had refused and even tried to sneak them back into his coat, telling him she wouldn’t find anywhere to wear them. He’d promised her she would, yet he always expected it to be somewhere he took her too not somewhere where both of them were with someone else.

Things were ... odd. There was no other way he could describe it. She still talked to him whenever he talked to her but things seemed forced. Conversation no longer flew easily between the two and it seemed as time went by they became close to strangers. None of them had really tried to bring up the fact they slept together and Carter wasn’t going to be the one to do so. In his mind, he was drunk off his mind and she was only trying to make him feel better about his lack of good common sense. Just a one night stand. Yet again, Y/N was not a one night stand girl, she wasn’t even a casual sex type of girl. She liked an emotional connection before a sexual one and knew the name of the guy she’d sleep with before. Yet again, maybe she was trying to make him feel better, he’d tell himself. He guessed convincing himself that she still saw him as the guy she’d help out of St. Judes even though she was a few grades younger, and not as a potential romantic interest. That way he could feel better about the fact he’d lost all his chances on ever trying to win her. He knew his feelings way too well yet he waited to be better. There was no way he was going to try to pursue her when he as still a gambler or when he was in a fight with his parents, she deserved better than a man child. When he finally got over all his inner demons, time was no longer on his side and she was dating someone else. Once she was single, he was dallying with Serena, somewhat back in his man child ways which always seemed to catch up. He liked Serena, he did, but he had always loved Y/N. 

He waited until Nate was away from her which luckily didn’t take long as Blair had stole him away for whatever reason, leaving Y/N alone once again. He excused himself from his date, kissing Serena in the cheek before making his way towards her. She looked him up and down, grabbing another champagne flute from a passing tray before adjusting her body to look at him. 

   - Might wanna slow down, honey. - he took her champagne flute away. - You’re a lightweight, remember? 

   - Am not. - she crossed her arms before attempting to steal the flute back. Something she failed at. - I’m better at handling it than you.

   - That’s because you drink too little and I drink too much. Think fast, when was the last time you drank.

   - Just two seconds ago. 

   - Tonight doesn’t count. 

   - You didn’t really specify the rules of the question. - she shrugged, looking past his shoulder and then back at him. - Things are going well ... with Serena, I mean. 

   - Yeah. - he rubbed the back of his neck. - It’s going fine. 

   - I’m glad. - she was smiling but inside her heart was breaking. Any topic, she could’ve spoken of any topic yet she ended up bringing Serena back again. Maybe she was jealous. 

   - You and Archibald? - he downed her champagne flute. He didn’t intend to but the idea of her with Nate didn’t sit well with him. Nate was a kid, he had been the one to first bring him into a club for fucks sake. Yet again, Y/N and Nate were the same age. 

   - Not again, Carter. I told you before he’s not sweet on me. 

   - Who could not be sweet on you, honey? When you look like that? - he held her hand playfully twirling her before the two were back to their initial position. Yes, he was jealous. He was insanely jealous yet this wasn’t his place to be jealous. Nate was a nice kid, sure he’d cheated on Blair but other than that, if he wanted to date Y/N, Carter knew he wouldn’t be so bad. It would absolutely destroy him but he’d rather have her with someone who treated her well. He wanted her to be so happy. - You should dance with me. I feel like I’ve danced with every woman tonight but not you. 

She looked at him and froze at the mere idea of being that close to him. No, she could not dance with him. It’d bring memories which she was desperately trying to erase, for hers and his friendship’s sake. 

   - No. - she took a step away from him, looking around for Nate. - I’m not in the dancing mood tonight. 

   - Come on, hun. You’re gonna let little old me go without your company? - he joked but it only seemed to frighten her more. 

   - Carter, I said no. - there it was, that thing which didn’t use to exist in their friendship. She coldly established that boundary, staring at him as if she wanted to say something before she left him, passing by his side to find anywhere to go but here. 

He should’ve stayed in his place, go back to his date and let her have her space but his instincts said no. No, he needed to figure out what was wrong, who had hurt her. Had he hurt her? Had he done something to hurt her? He knew he shouldn’t have left her flat that morning, he should’ve stayed, attempted to make breakfast and fail miserably before ordering breakfast. He wanted her to say something that morning, to ask him to stay or not go. Maybe it was wishful thinking when he heard her call out his name, he thought she was gonna tell him not go. Instead she told him he forgot his fucking jacket.

He followed her to a small balcony, standing back as she braced herself on the railing, looking down onto the city. The night was as similar to the last one where she could easily navigate this situation, except for the rain. There was no rain tonight, only wind cutting through her skin and making her regret running outside. 

   - Honey ... - Carter stripped off his jacket, swinging it over her shoulders but keeping his distance. - Come on, what’s wrong? Is it the Archibald kid? You tell me if it is, I swear if he’s ...

   - Will you cut it off? - she interrupted him, turning around to face him. - I am not dating Nate, I am here because he’s still in love with your girlfriend. 

   - Oh. I thought ...

   - You thought what? - she interrupted him once more. She knew she had no business being mad at him but she was slightly tipsy and her better lack of judgment was no longer functioning. 

   - I thought you were here to see me. - she furrowed her brows before letting out a sarcastic laugh. - What? It’s not like I’ve seen you these past weeks. 

   - I’ve been busy. 

   - Bullshit. I saw you having lunch with Blair Waldorf yesterday, not counting how many times you’ve been around town with Nate. Y/N, I’m begging you what’s wrong? 

  - I can’t be your friend anymore. I’m sorry. - she let out the words she hadn’t want to admit to herself but she had to. The two had fucked up the friendship, there was no going back from that. Maybe if she didn’t have feelings for him but she did. She could not get rid of them this fast.

  - No. - he spoke more to himself than to her, eyes looking to the ground before looking at her. - No, honey, no. Please, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. It didn’t mean anything, ok? We can still be friends.

Liar, his brain yelled out. Of course it meant something.

She stared at him almost in disbelief. Of course it meant nothing, it was just to make him feel better about Serena, it was just the mix of heartache, heartbreak and a considerable amount of whiskey in his peppermint tea. People had casual sex all the time and that was what it had been, she knew that yet hearing him say it so nonchalantly just broke her heart more than it already was. She was once again telling herself not to start crying, she had more dignity than that. Besides, she’d been used to this hurt before, she’d. been used to having a little bit of his heart. She thought that little platonic love was better than none; yet, the more it went, the more toxic it became and she couldn’t do it anymore. She could no longer be the selfless person telling him to go to another woman. She had to leave. 

    - Y/N ... - he held her hand in his. - Tell me what’s really wrong. You can trust me, you know me better than anyone else. 

    - You slept with me that’s what’s wrong. - she stabbed her finger against his chest. 

    - It didn’t mean anything, honey. I promise it di ...

    - It meant something to me! - she interrupted him, taking a step back as she said those words. - It meant something to me, Carter.

He remained a few steps away from her, mind going haywire. Carter wasn’t even sure he’d registered what she said, what her beautiful voice said. Maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he was drunk already. After all, he’d down the champagne entirely way too fast and probably was swinging on a high; but he wanted it to be true, he wanted those words to be true. God, he wanted to kiss her, he really did. 

    - Carter? - Serena’s voice sang as she walked into the balcony. Her eyes darted from her boyfriend to Y/N and his jacket around her shoulders. - Is everything alright?

    - I have to find Nate. - her hands held the collar of the jacket, throwing it to the floor.

Her senses were in high alert, she wanted to leave and now. She wobbled on the high heels, walking past Nate and everyone until she was outside. It was cold, way too fucking cold to be wearing a strapless dress, yet she didn’t mind. In the space of three weeks, she’d managed to fuck her friendship with Carter and then proceed to tell him their one night stand meant something. This is why she didn’t dwell in the Upper East Side, anyone who does always ends up tangled in a mess. She flagged the first taxi, entering it before her mind had her wanting to go back.

It was for the best, to end this friendship. What good was it to continue to stand by his side, waiting for the time where the two of them would be together which was just not going to happen. She was not upper class, old or new money rich. No matter how much she tried to picture it or shake that reputation, she was always gonna be the scholarship girl, even if she had made a career for herself. She was almost sure his parents wouldn’t be as nice to her as they were to Serena. She threw her heels to the side as she walked into her apartment, basking into how she could feel her feet before her hands flew to the zipper on her back, pushing the dress to fall on the ground leaving her with her matching red bodysuit on. 

Y/N let herself fall on her couch, laying with her head slightly off to the side, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV. She didn’t care what was playing on the TV, as long as it allowed her to drown on her own self pity. Out of all the men she knew, it just had to be that one. Why did she sleep with him? Damn him and his good looks. She groaned as she changed the channels, looking for anything to watch on Netflix yet all she could find were murder mysteries or rom coms. She guessed at this point she was closer to a murder mystery than a rom com. Maybe if she wanted to be in a rom com she could be Barbara Streisand from the Way We Were or Julia Roberts in My Best Friends’ Wedding. Thankfully, she had broken it off with Carter before she could reach Julia Roberts’ status. 

She was about to fall asleep when a knock on the door almost had her tumbling onto the ground. Great, the whole world hated her, even her overpriced studio flat with low water pressure. She rubbed the sleep off her face, making her barefoot way towards the door. She knew safety procedures of living by herself as a woman, yet her brain must’ve short-circuited because she pulled the door open.

   - Hon ... Y/N. - Carter’s voice registered. Fuck. - Sorry, am I interrupting something?

   - What? - she followed his line of sight to notice she had still not put any sort of pyjamas. Double fuck. - No, this is how I lounge now. 

   - Well ... you forgot your coat. - he extended his arm up, her black coat dangling from his hands. She took it from him, putting in front of herself as if he hadn’t seen her naked beforehand. He pursed his lips, putting in hands on his hips before raising one to his face. - Y/N, we need to talk. 

   - No, thank you. - she went to close the door but he stopped it, putting his shoe in between the door. - Carter ...

   - It meant something for me too. - he interrupted her before she could say anything else. 

Her hold grew loose on her coat. What could she even say? This was all she ever wanted, to hear him give her just a bit of ... an idea of a romantic relationship. Yet, maybe it meant something completely different, maybe it meant something as in it meant no wonder you haven’t managed to keep a boyfriend around for more than three months.

  - Honey. - he took a step forward, extending his hand to caress her face. - It meant everything to me.

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l u x e. ❆ carter baizen

anonymous said: for a drabble, Carter wants to fuck you in nothing but diamonds, pearls, and the new pair of Louboutins he got you. 😉

features: carter baizen x fem!reader

includes: smut (18+ only!), fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation

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glistening tresses cascading about your shoulders, dampened skin all but aglow in the leds of your vanity. delicate spritzes of rosewater fragrance clings to the skin behind your ears, and you are unaware of the small droplets sliding down the curve of your neck. you haven’t got long, and you know it, but you’re still basking in the remaining warmth that hugs your body from your bath, swaddled in a plush towel knotted at the side of your frame.

“Are you out of the bath yet, Princess?” his voice sounds off from downstairs, and you smile to yourself; you can hear his footsteps leading up the stairs to your bedroom and you know any minute you’ll be face to face with perfection.

tonight was all for him, anyways. you were meant to be his date for a gala, and you knew very well that he needed to make a good impression, so you were more than willing to play the part of his arm candy, make him look good in front of the other party goers anyway you could. “Are you worried we’ll be late because of me?” you tease, and you hear a chuckle in response as he approaches your door.

your eyes dart to the string of diamonds, intricate and sparkling, that he’d given you only days before, hanging from the stand and on display. the necklace was much too lavish to wear on just any occasion, so you’d been saving the pair, the necklace and earrings, for a special night. what could be more special than an evening dedicated entirely to Carter?

secured around your throat, the gems coruscate against the light, specifically when you tilt your head, and they drape in magnificent clusters to graze against your cleavage. you couldn’t help but suck your bottom lip into your mouth and roll it along between your teeth when you fastened the earrings as well, just as the door opened and Carter stepped inside. clad in a crisp, black and pale blue three piece, you glance at him through the mirror, and you feel yourself cease to breathe, nervous for him to see you adorning his gift for the first time.

lapis hues dance over your body, like they normally did. Carter had a way of taking every inch of your mien, beginning at the very tips of your toes and skirting up every available and visible trail of skin that he could. you didn’t know if he knew that it caused electric tingles in your veins every time his eyes scraped over you like this, but you did know you weren’t good at hiding the faint cherry rising to your cheeks. he would take his time, making his way up with torturous slowness, until finally those sparkling eyes caught the glint of the diamonds in the mirror. they lit up as a smirk parted his lips.

“You’re wearing the diamonds tonight,” it wasn’t a question, but you nodded nonetheless with a smile that you didn’t know would melt his inhibitions, if he had any. slow strides and he was directly behind you, leaning down to graze against the rocks around your throat with a butterfly’s touch, enjoying the way they chime like church bells when they clash together against your silky skin. his lips at your ear, he places diaphanous kisses along the lobe, breathing in the sweet, floral aroma that embraces you. 

with a tilt of your head, you allow him more access to your bare and waiting throat, and he attacks it with hummingbird lips, fleeting. “Carter,” you hum, but it’s half a moan when his tongue finds that familiar sweet spot, the one that makes your knees turn to jelly, the joining of your shoulder to your neck. “I thought they’d match the dress I bought.” you offered a gentle gesture with your hand to the lbd spread out on the bed and waiting for you to slip into it. the Louboutin stilettos that were set out beside it, accompanied by a fringed clutch, were also a gift from your boyfriend. it seems as though that’s all he noticed when his eyes turned to the mirror to peek at where you gestured. 

one tawny brow quirked, his mouth hidden behind your shoulder as it trailed along deviously. “I always did love you in those shoes,” he coos and he abandons your back to retrieve them, returning only once he’s hanging on to them by their thin straps in once hand. using his free hand, he grips the stool you sit on, and spins it around so you’re facing him, and he has the room to kneel in front of you. “Makes me feel like you’re my very own Disney Princess.”

your teeth sink in to your lower lip again as your breath catches in your throat when he sets them aside, reaching out with both hands for your right foot, which you offer willingly. his warm, long digits wrap around your delicate ankle and you’re aware of his thumb rubbing into your calve as he guides it into the waiting heel. “My Cinderella.” he’s staring at the stiletto now strapped to your foot, and you know that look. you can gauge the hunger in his eyes as he gently brings his lips down to lay a tender kiss on the top of your foot, leaving a trail of saccharine pecks down to the very tips of your manicured toes.

“We’re going to be late,” you warn, but you can tell by his expression that he could no longer care less about the event. you sucked in a soft breath when he gave your left the same treatment, down to the little kisses along each toe.

azure meets your eyes, though he’s still on his knees before you, and the sight steals the breath from your lungs, regardless of how many times he’s been in this position before. “I love when my Princess likes her gifts,” his fingertips are wandering upwards now, pads circling your knees before continuing their journey on to your thighs. “Makes me want you like crazy. Makes me want to fuck you just like this.” his words alone are enough to awaken your sex, who twitches as she comes alive, and arousal liquifies between your legs. he’s quick to catch on to the expression, as he’s seen it a million times, and now is standing before you, holding your thighs in each hand so that he can make a small enough opening for him to slip into. “You want me, too, don’t you, Princess?”

you wouldn’t dare lie to him. “You know I do.”

his grin grows to Cheshire proportions at your admission, and his large hands meet the knot of your towel, not so gently. in a second, the fabric falls to the floor, defeated, and you’re left nude,  caparisoned in only the jewels of stilettos. steel blue is ablaze with desire when he stares at you, and you slide your palms back against the stool behind your butt, and you’re leaning back against them, back arched as you offer yourself to him. he’s quick to accept such an offer, fingers dipping between your thighs once more as his thumb finds your clit and works it in slow circles. you breathe out in a hiss, looking up at him and wrap your own fingers around his tie. one, firm jerk, and his neck gave way to your demands, his lips met yours in a fierce clash of tiers.

“Don’t tease me,” you grumble against soft pillows as they meld against yours, but your words are swallowed down into his throat as his thumb dances along your engorged nub.

a low rumble of a laugh is his response, but you’ve since busied yourself by ridding him of his jacket. the next on the list was his bothersome button-down. you were delicate with each button, though all you really wanted was to rip his shirt open and send them soaring through the bedroom. his tongue darts out and pushes your lips to part, then he’s engulfing your cavern, conquering it. you can taste him throughout your mouth now, coffee is the most prominent flavor on your tongue as he snakes his around. dragging his thumb against your clit, he presses down hard on your love button and your back arches, eliciting a squeak to be lost amongst the turmoil of your makeout session.

“That’s it, Princess. Let me hear you. Cry out for your King.” you have no choice but to obey his command when middle finger parts your folds and glides into your weeping entrance. nails bite at his now bare chest, the fabric of his shirt open and flapping. you coil his tie around your hand one more time, breaking the kiss but pulling harder, keeping his face against yours.

“F-fuck,” mewling, your back arches and your body rocks to meet his hand as he pushes his finger as deep as it will go, palm meeting your ass as he corkscrews against your walls. your profanity only fuels him, and you knew that. “Carter, don’t stop!” you’re pleading him, but you know you don’t have to, especially once you feel his ring finger join the first.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’m not stopping until that sweet cunt of yours squirts for me. I know she can do it.”

your eyes widen. you’ve never squirted before, and you don’t know the first thing about how to do it. “Car-Carter..!” you warn in a breathless whimper as his pumping speeds up. his fingers are scissoring inside of you at a damn near brutal pace, coming together and spreading apart, slamming and scraping against your clenching walls.

he grunts as you give his tie another tug and rest your cheek against his jaw, desperate to stay close to him as he assaults you in the most intimate way possible. each time you roll your hips, you’re aware of the spur from his now incredibly tight pants against your thigh, the sizable hard on you know is waiting to be released and treated, and the excitement of making love to Carter overcomes you at the same time his fingers knock at your g-spot, curling at just the right angle. 

“Carter! Tha-that’s...!” there’s no way you can form proper sentences anymore, but he has long since learned how to read your body, and his smirk falters as he grits his teeth, somehow finding the strength to jackhammer his fingers in and out of you with so much force that your breasts are flopping wildly and you’re struggling to cling on to him. your nerves are alive, your muscles are pulled tight as the explosion of pleasure wracks your figure when you, cum, hard, clenching down on his fingers. you can’t make a sound except for jagged breathing and the tail end of whimpers as your orgasm tilts the world on it’s head. all you care about in this moment is Carter’s fingers and their wonderful, cruel battering of your insides.

you can feel his soft tiers on your forehead as your cheek is smashed against his chin and you hug him as tightly as you can. “I know, Princess. That feels good, doesn’t it? Go ahead, I have you. What a good girl, you ride my fingers so well.” you couldn’t form a coherent response, though his praise was doing a number on your psyche as he forced you to ride out your orgasm with him, never letting up. when your muscles finally loosened and you slumped in his grip, holding on to his tie with one hand while the other gently pressed against his shoulder, you needed him to release you so you could get over the ferocity of that orgasm, but he didn’t. whining in confusion, you pressed a little harder, hoping he got the hint.

“Carter,” you pant, but his lips are overtaking yours, and your oversensitive core is taking a beating, his pace never even faltering. you dig your nails into the pads of muscle on his shoulder, coaxing an aroused snarl to vibrate your mouth. “I can’t.. Take any more...” a plea, once the kiss was broken, but he was dancing wet lips along the tip of your nose.

“I told you, Princess, I want to see you squirt for me,” his statement is punctuated by what feels like another wave of pleasure, this one much more intense than the previous as his hand slaps against your ass each time he bottoms out and scrapes your bundle of nerves to create an all but obscene audio of loud, desperate moans and skin smacking. 

“I-I- Carter, I don’t know if I ca-”

you’re cut off by the tidal wave crashing over you, and you’re practically convulsing at the power of this next orgasm, unable to go anywhere in his tight grip. “You can, Princess. Squirt for me. You’re going to, I can feel you cumming again.” his words are accented by a short chuckle while you’re mindlessly overtaken by your next climax. your head falls back, hanging against the pressure as your eyes roll back in their sockets. you glance into the mirror at your right and catch your visage: everything chest up is pink from your orgasm, the diamonds glittering seemingly brighter against your sweat-glossed skin. “Look up here, Princess.” his words spur you, but you’re too weak and overcome with pleasure, too cumdrunk to find the strength to do as he asks. he takes the hint and slides one hand beneath your neck to support you, bringing you back to look at him with heavy lids. his grin is tense and his eyes are wild as the muscles in his arms grow taut. “Don’t you want to see?”

your head lolls, bobbles in the form of a hazy nod just in time for one last electric shock of pleasure erupts from deep within you and your back arches once again, your thighs quaking as the orgasm crests, and explodes within and from your body in the form of a short, clear stream that soaks his pants and coats his abs in a glistening sheen of your arousal. you’re in shock, mouth lazily agape, but he’s heaving and pleased with himself, and with you as he released you finally, withdrawing dripping fingers. “That’s my girl. I knew you could do it.”

your chest is heaving, sex throbbing as you slide on to your back on the stool, muscles sore and aching, and bring your shivering knees closer to your chest, the stilettos fastened to limp feet as you hold your arms around your knees. “Carter, I ruined your suit.” you’re attempting to catch your breath as you notice that the lower quarter of his shirt and the entire crotch of his pants have darkened from your juices and you’re suddenly humiliated. you cover your heated face with hands instead, hooking your ankles together in the air to keep them there. 

one look at your position, leaking your own desire, has Carter palming his thumping erection before a zip catches your attention. “Princess...”

your lips are swollen and red, but that doesn’t stop your teeth from sinking down right on to it when you move your hands, nervous but knowing. his pants pushed down around his ankles, his thick member is standing at attention against his toned abs, and he’s spitting on his hand to coat it before giving it a few, quick strokes. your stomach flipped. you wanted him, bad, but you knew your core was pink and aching now, begging for a break. “Seeing you like this, all fucked out and drunk on pleasure, wearing those diamonds I got you,” he takes a couple of steps forward, free hand wrapping around one ankle to stretch your leg straight in front of him. he drags long, wet kisses along your ankle and calf, sucking on the silky skin he finds there before sinking his teeth in to bring out another purr of pleasure from your chest. “These heels, too. My Pricey Princess. I can’t resist fucking you completely senseless, now. How could I? Look at you.” he flashes you his killer smile, pearly whites on display when he worms his way in between your shivering thighs, baby blues never leaving yours. if you were to tell him to stop, he would’ve, but you couldn’t form the words. 

“We’re really going to be late,” you warned once again, as if reminding him that the event did exist and you were due to be there by nine. lord only knows what time it was now.

Carter takes a few moments to guide his swollen, reddened tip to rut through your sticky, overstimulated folds and you shiver, your body still alive with aftershocks. “They can wait, Princess. And if they ask, then I’ll tell them I was fucking my little Disney Debutante’s brains out.” his smirk was devilish and dangerous, and your body reacted to his words by clamping down when he pushes himself inside. the familiar feeling of him splitting you open, stretching you out, had you whimpering as your fingers scrambled to find something of his to grab on to. once he’d nestled himself completely within you, his other hand caught your free ankle and held on, keeping your legs spread wide and open for him, his mouth attacked the skin of your calf and ankle, snapping at the strappy heels with ferocious bites as he propels himself into your depths.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he’s voice is strained as he invades you, momentum he’s set rapacious. he wants all of you, and he needs you to take all of him before he’s satisfied. nails biting at his hips, your body is jostled around like a rag doll at his movements, though you struggle through the exhaustion to meet his thrusts with your own, pleasure possessing your frame once again. nonstop desperate bleating parts your sore lips as you watch him over you, leaving deep purple lovebites along your legs. “Shaking, red, desperate like only I can make you. Cumdrunk and completely fucked out. All my doing.” each word is emphasized by his twitching tip reaching new depths, withdrawing completely only to slam home through your abused hole over and over. 

“O-oh my god, Carter!” wailing, you reach down to grip his wrist when you feel his hand go to your core, strumming your clit again. “I-I can’t..!”

a grit of his teeth, but a rumbling chuckle vibrates from somewhere deep in his chest as he continues to assault the swollen, red, and sore nerve as he pummels your insides with no hint of slowing down. “Yes you can, Princess. Cum again for me. I need you to.”  his coaxing, coupled with his relentless exploiting of your overused nerves sends you into another tizzy, clamping down around him so tight that he breathes out in a hiss. your eyelids flutter, your head turned up at the ceiling. “Fuck, I’m cumming too, Princess. Where do you want it?” you can’t even fathom an answer aloud, instead you kick your legs free of his grip and lock them around him, arching your back as your vision blurs from the intensity of this final orgasm.

Carter takes the hint and leans forward, bracing himself with one hand on the vanity as he presses his chest to yours, his lips finding your ear, where he’s soon whispering in ragged breaths. “You want me to fill you up, Princess? Do you want my cum leaking out of you when we’re sitting at dinner with all of those rich pricks? That sweet little pussy is going to be sore, too, remembering how I played with her. You’re not going to be able to focus on anything else but the empty feeling, wishing my big cock was splitting you open again.” one final, desperate cry of his name leaves your lips and it sends him over the edge, his thrusts coming to a halt when he buries himself hilt deep with a breathless moan of your name, splattering your walls with his warmth before he collapses on top of you, breathing in the still sweet scent of your skin as you both come down from your high.

you’re out of it, completely, but you know you have an event to go to. “Great,” you snort as your shaking hands massage his sweat-soaked shoulders. “Now, I need another shower.”

the look Carter gives you when he finally removes himself and gets to his feet is all-out spine tingling as he reaches for your panties. “I don’t think so. I said I want you to sit at dinner with my cum inside, and I meant it.” his brow arched, and he was already sliding the undergarments on to you. “Although I think you might need some help.” he snickered when he noticed your thighs still shaking.

rolling your eyes, but fondly, you scoff. “You fucking think so?”