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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months ago

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When The Rain Gathers..., Part 1

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

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Carter Baizen X Reader

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 5.6K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, and do we have time…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I — it wasn’t like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not that big.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” he responds flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so gross.”

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

“Pinky promise?”

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…you’re going to see everything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a good thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about best friends?”

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

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

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

“Whore.”

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

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

“I’m always nice.”

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 2 months ago

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Leave Her Wild pt 1

Summary: Busy morning and first day at the Ranch

Pairings: None official so far! Bucky x Reader, Ari X Reader, original female characters with Sam and Tony.

Warnings: language, drinking, talks of sex, inappropriate acts with guests, talks of being left at the alter & being abandoned, talks of forgetting to eat, overbearing best friend who means well. Probably missed some.

Word count: not gonna say cause then some of you won’t read it. 🤭 It’s long enough!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

“You’re just not who I fell in love with. You have no fire, no thoughts of your own. So this wedding is off, I will give you a week to move out of the penthouse. Feel free to take everything I bought you, I know you’ll need the money.” With an icy cold kiss on your forehead he leaves. Your chest feels tight and you can’t catch a breath. Your eyes fill with tears and everything goes black.

The bumping of the uber jolts you awake, the same nightmare as the past 4 months, the stress of the travel must have weighed on you enough to let that slip through… again. You sit up and look around, all your friends are passed out as well, the red eye really did you all dirty but it will be worth it when you see that first Montana Sunrise. It’s slowly peaking over the mountains and painting the sky in bright hues of pink and orange. The uber turns down a long dirt road and brings the ranch into view. It really is stunning, just like the pictures showed. Horses are running over the rolling fields on one side and cattle are grazing in the other. You see two men on horse back that seem to be herding the horses in one direction. The way they move and ride, well let’s just say they look really good. The main house is incredible, with all of the stone work and exposed wood. It’s settled right at the base of the mountain and there is a massive stable and barn next to it. When you were first looking up Dude Ranches you never thought you’d find one like this. The driver stops and turns to you, “We are here Miss. are you going to wake your friends?” You lightly laugh and turn around to shake them awake.

“Hey, wake up. We’re here!” You say before climbing out of the car. Your best friend Natasha wakes up first. She stretches and looks around before shoving your friend Peter off her shoulder.

“Wake up, Pete.” She says not so softly as she climbs over him to open the door and tumble out.

“Ouch! You could have waited!!” Peter shouts as he is stepped all over. Lizzy who was on the other side of the car shoots awake at the yelling.

“Where are we?!” She gasps and then calms down when she sees you. “Oh,” she sighs. “We are finally here?” You hear her climb out and walk towards you.

“Yup,” You take a deep breath and smiles. “And just in time for the sunrise.” You watch as it finally breaks over the mountains, it’s so beautiful you feel tears start to well up. You have to wipe them away before anyone notices. “Okay, you three hang tight, I’m gonna go get us checked in. Amelia, Sam, Tony, and Ransom should be pulling up any minute so keep an eye out!” You shout over your shoulder as you walk to the front door. You knock seeing as it looks to be someone’s actual house but the door is pushed open by your knock and you hear people talking inside, so you slowly walk in to see if you can find the owner.

“For fuck’s sake, Rogers! Barnes! Hurry up and eat, Bazen left the fucking gate open again and all the horses are loose in the east field. Need you two to round ‘em up.” Ari bellows as he stomps down the stairs. Steve nods from where he sits at the bar in the Kitchen. Bucky laughs to himself as he takes the last bite of his breakfast.

“I don’t know why you don’t just fire him, Ari.” Bucky laughs as he squares away his dirty dishes. Steve agrees and goes to grab his jacket from the mud room.

“Because his rich and powerful father wants him here, so he’s here.” Ari sighs, “and you like having a job and a free place to stay, don’t you?” Bucky stays silent, “that’s what I thought, go. We need those horses stabled and resting.” Bucky and Steve head out and Ari calls his thanks over his shoulder as they leave. “Mickey!” Ari yells as he sees the man slouched and laying on the couch, he shoot up at the sound of his name though. “Get up, you need to help Kemp and Jefferson get the guest rooms ready.” Mickey groans and sits up.

“Those freaks? No way, I’d rather help Turner and Jensen shovel the stalls.” Ari sighs and sets his hands on his hips as he looks to the ceiling.

“Then by all means, go do that! Go do something to get this place in order before our guests arrive!” He yells as Mickey jumps to get to work. “And if you see Storm and Collin tell them I need to see ‘em in my office.” Mickey waves over his shoulder as he heads out the back door. Ari grabs his coffee and heads to his office on the first floor of the house, the sun isn’t even up yet and he’s already on his second cup when Johnny and Collin come walking into the room.

“Sup, boss?” Johnny says as he jumps over the back of the arm chair and plops down in it, propping his feet up on Ari’s desk. Ari rolls his eyes and smacks his feet off and then glares at Collin to stop laughing and sit.

“What’s ‘sup’ is, we have a new group coming in today, there is 7 of them so I need you two to move out to the spare bunk room in the barn. We just fixed the heat so it should be good.”

Johnny groans and Collin shakes his head.

“We have to share with Kemp and Jefferson?!” Collin exclaims.

“I’d rather sleep in a tent.” Johnny says flatly. Ari stands up and grabs his empty coffee cup.

“I don’t care where you chose to lay your pretty little head, Johnny,” Johnny looks at Collin and pretends to swoon.

“You hear that? He called me pretty!” Collin laughs and Johnny gives Ari a shit eating grin.

Ari set his mug down, rests his hands on his desk and leans forward.

“Get your shit out of the bedrooms upstairs, now. And then go back and clean them up, they need to be spotless by 7am.” He then stands up straight and leaves his own office and the two grumpy men.

7am rolls around and all the men are gathered in the living room for their morning meeting. “Alright, everyone shut up! We have a lot to cover this morning.” Ari yells over them all and they finally shut up. “Rogers and Barnes are off this morning due to having to clean up Baizen’s mess of the gate last night.”

“I said I was sorry! I was running late for a date.” He smirks and the other guys wolf whistle. Ari pretends to laugh.

“And because of that you’ll need to cancel whatever date you have scheduled for tonight, you’ll have the first watch in the barn.” Carter curses under his breath and Ari just smile. “Kemp, we have a group of 7 checking in today and they will be here for,” he double checks his clipboard and whistles, “shit I forgot this is the extended stay group. They are here till June. So get ready to be on Kitchen duty for the foreseeable future- and for the love of God, STOP with the cannibalism joke!! No one thinks they are funny and in fact we’ve had guest call the police on you because they are actually scared we are feeding them humans, so just stop it or you’re fired.” Kemp rolls his eyes.

“People just can’t take jokes anymore.” He shakes his head and Collin scoffs.

“Dude! You told a lady she was ‘good enough to eat’ and then pretended to bite her! You’re lucky Andy talked her down and swooned her out of pressing charges!” He yells and the other guys back him up. Kemp just shrugs.

“To each their own, but fine I’ll stop.” He raises his hands and Ari thanks him.

“Jefferson? Laundry.” He says shortly and Jefferson just nods. “Mickey and Jensen you are on Milk cows, honey collection, and harvesting duty today. Cole you’re off till this afternoon and you’ll help Rogers and Barnes with getting the cattle moved to the lower field.”

“You got it boss.” Cole says agreeably.

“Okay that just leaves, Johnny, Collin, and Carter, You three are on dog training today. They have their test next week and they need to pass so we can get them sold to the interested Ranches.” Johnny raises his hand and smiles, so Ari knows his question is gonna piss him off.

“What?” He asks, already regretting it.

“So who is this new group and who is showing them around today?” He crosse his arms and then tilts his head as he asks, “And what are you and Andy gonna be doing, boss??” Heavy footsteps are heard coming into the room as if on cue.

“I’m gonna do whatever I damn well please cause this place is half mine and your sorry ass works for me.” Andy smiles. “And if I were you, I’d remember my place more often.” He grabs a mug and pours himself a cup of coffee. Ari laughs and agrees.

“What he said!” Ari gives Johnny that shit eating smile back and Johnny rolls his eyes. “But about our guests, 4 males and 4 females, They should be here soon. They all seem very nice and shouldn’t be too much trouble. But seeing as it is mostly women that make up the group, those of you who are on probation when interacting with guests alone,” he looks at Johnny, Collin, Kemp, and Jefferson, “should remember that probation is the last straw, step out of line again and you’re gone.

“Can we not call it that?” Kemp asks, “cause it sounds like we’ve tried to get rapey with them or something and we haven’t.”

“No you’ve just joke about eating them,” Carter snaps back and gives a ‘wtf’ look to the sky and anyone who was watching him, it earns a few laughs. “And not eating them in the good way.” He teases and Johnny reaches back and they high-five. Kemp flicks his ear and he turns and punches his leg.

“Enough!” Andy shouts. “As the lawyer in the room I feel I should say that even joking like that can still catch you a case, hence the probation.” Ari sighs, this is not how he likes to start his mornings.

“Look, we know you haven’t done anything wrong, you just get weird with the guests.” He gives a sorrowful look to Jefferson who shrugs. “Or you have inappropriate relationships with them while they are here.” He looks at Johnny and Collin.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Collin says nonchalantly and Andy laughs loudly.

“Yeah, your naked ass and some lady pressed up against the side of our barn on our security tapes beg to differ.” Ari points at Andy, confirming the words he took right out of Ari’s mouth.

“Anyway, remember to keep any sexual relation with guests to a minimum, preferably none at all!” A knock on the door interrupts him and then the sound of boots walking on the hardwood make all their heads turn.

“Oh!” You gasp, the amount of handsome men staring back at you makes you blush and you feel a little flustered for a moment. But you catch a breath and just smile as you talk. “I’m so sorry, I knocked and the door opened. Umm I’ll just go wait outside.” You turn to leave and someone calls after you.

“No, come on in!” The guy with a clipboard, hair to be jealous of, and a beard that looks like it would feel so soft to touch, walks closer and extends his hand. “Hi I’m Ari, part owner and this here is Andy the other owner. You must be-” you say your name, knowing he had probably forgotten it since you booked. “Well it is nice to meet you in person, welcome to Mountain Valley Retreat.” His smile is sweet and his hand shake is firm. “Is the rest of your party here?” He asks, looking over your shoulder.

“Oh, yes they are all waiting by the cars.” You explain.

“Well how about you go get them and we can show you to your rooms.” Ari offers. “Then once you all are settled we can give you a little tour.” You agree and turn to head back out to the car to grab your friends and your stuff. But before you do the front door swings open and in steps two men, both dressed in big jackets, jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat to match. The first guy lifts his off and his blonde hair shines in the morning sun. He is handsome, boy next door handsome. The second man shakes off his jacket and hangs it on the rack next to the door and places his hat over it. He turns and meets your gaze, his blue eyes pierce your soul and his brown hair a little longer but not long enough to tie back. He is just as handsome as the first and you are speechless. They are both solid, strong men who have clearly worked day in and day out on a farm.

“Howdy ma’am,” the second man says with a polite nod of his head and a simple smile. The first man finally notices you.

“Oh!” He looks past you to Ari, “you must be our new guest!” He brushes his hand off on his pants. “Nice to meet you, I’m Steve!” You shake his hand and introduce yourself. “This here is-“

“James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” He offers his hand and you shake it, wishing your voice would work to say more than ‘hi’. Ari steps up behind you.

“These two are our best cowboys! Steve rogers and Bucky Barnes. They are gonna be the ones teaching you and your friends about horse riding and the works. But first we need to get you all settled, go ahead out and I’ll send some guys to help with your luggage.” You nod and head out the front door, passing a look to Steve and then Bucky before fully turning around and leaving. It’s quiet for a moment when there is a wolf whistle, Bucky, Steve, and Ari turn around and look at a smirking Johnny.

“So what was that about keeping the sexual relations to a minimum or we will be on probation?? Cause that right there is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s soft and sweet, and mmhmm. Yes!” He teases and shoots a look to Bucky and Ari. Who have both turned back to watch you in the front drive. “And it looks like Barnes along with you, boss are gonna be on the Probation squad soon!” Johnny continues to tease, Bucky doesn’t say a word, just plops his hat back on his head and heads out to your car. Steve sighs and gives Johnny the middle finger before following Bucky. Ari clears his throat and shakes his head and turns to Johnny.

“Shut the hell up and get to work.” He grumbles, Andy walks up to him and pats his shoulder.

“You may have to rethink the probation and firing or you’ll have no one left by May.” Andy lightly laughs and then squeezes his shoulders, “let loose and maybe you’ll find your new pet,” he winks before heading to his office.

You head back to the uber, Natasha notices your flushed face. “Girl you okay?” She asks as she laughs. You shake your head and smile, moving in close you whisper.

“Hot men- and I mean H.O.T men filled that room in there,” you laugh and rub your forehead. “We aren’t going to last the summer.” Natasha smirks and looks over your shoulder.

“Oh well I think one of them is coming over here now.” She teases you. Your eyes widen and you try not to smile.

“Big Blonde, Big Brunette, or Big Hippie?” You ask and she bites her lip.

“Does it matter?” She asks as she looks him up and down, you can hear his boots getting closer and closer.

“Natasha?!” You exclaim

“Big Brunette, really big. Mmhmm” she teases. “Wow I’d like to ride that.” She mumbles and you laugh and give her a shove.

“Get in line.” You quip and turn around right as he arrives. “Oh, Bucky! Hi! This is Natasha.” He spares her a glance and nods his head politely.

“Ma’am,” he says and then looks back to you. “Can I help with any of the bags?” You look behind you and blush, suddenly very self conscious of how many bags you brought.

“Oh umm sure,” you say and he scoots between you and Natasha. He scoops up four different suitcases. Two under each arm and two in his hands. He turns and nods over his shoulder.

“Go ahead and grab your personal bags and follow me.” He smiles, “I’ll show you to your rooms.” He turns and walks towards the house. Natasha leans in and teases.

“Giddy up girl.” She smacks your ass and You laugh. You grab your book bag and purse and follow after Bucky. Steve and another man pass by you two to help grab the other bags. The other man is cute, he has glasses and spiky blonde hair. He looks at you and keeps looking as you keep walking. You giggle and wave before turning back to Bucky. Another man about runs into Bucky as he is walking through the door. He is tall and cute, seems a little clumsy. Steve calls him over.

“Cole! Over here,” Steve waves from the trunk. “Got a few more bags from this car.” He shuffles down the stairs and goes to help Steve. Bucky sets the bags down in the foyer as he talks to Ari.

“The rooms aren’t ready yet,” Ari sighs. “That’s what I get for telling Johnny and Collin to clean up after themselves.” He looks at you and then smiles. “So we are finishing up with the rooms and we will get you all settled soon! How about you set your stuff here and we will do the tour. And hopefully after the rooms will be ready and we will get you moved up there. Sound good?” He asks.

“Oh of course!” You lightly laugh, “I promise Mr. Levinson we are a very chill group. None of this is a problem, I promise!” You assure him. He laughs and looks down at his feet as he blushes.

“Well thank you, and you can just call me Ari.” He says and fidgets with his clipboard.

“Okay, Ari.” You answer sweetly. You glance from Bucky to Ari and then shuffle where you stand. Amelia, Lizzy, and Natasha save the day by walking in, giggling and talking in hushed voices. “Oh these are my friends Amelia,”

“Hi,” she bats her eyelashes at them both. Amelia is a tall brunette with sun-kissed skin that you dream of. She is a reformed party girl who has too many stories about you from college. You laugh.

“Lizzy,” she giggles and cover her mouth as she gives a little wave. Lizzy is a short blonde who was a cheerleader in college and would have married her college boyfriend had he actually ever proposed. You shake your head. “And Natasha,”

“Well hello,” she smirks and leans against you. Natasha is a beautiful redhead with striking green eyes. She’s is the epitome of ‘looks like she could kill you, would kill you.’ She’s also been your best friend since childhood. You blush and wished your friends weren’t horn dogs.

“Anyway, these are my friends and hopefully they won’t be too much trouble this summer.” You laugh and give Natasha a nudge and she just laughs. Ari smirks and looks at each of them.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you all. There were men with your group too, right?” He asks checking his clipboard. Bucky looks at you and you see a little smile in his eyes. Natasha speaks for you.

“Yup! They are getting all their stuff out of the car and dragging it in.” She smirks at you, “and they are just friends, no attachments to the two of us.” She puts her arm around you and you blush, completely mortified. “Only those two are in a relationships,” she points to Lizzy and Amelia, “we are free as birds.” She bites her lip as she looks back behind her to where Steve is lifting two suitcases clear over his head. Ari laughs and you can see the blush spread across his cheeks, Bucky looks you up and down and tries to hide the smile that breaks across his face.

“So about that tour?” You quickly change the subject. Ari clears his throat and tries to get a control on his flushed face. There is a loud commotion behind you on the stairs on the house. Tony, Peter, Sam, and Ransom are all trying to haul their luggage up by themselves, Steve, Cole, and the guy with glasses that you didn’t catch his name yet are stuck behind them. Steve doesn’t look to be breaking a sweat, Cole and the other guy look like they could use a rest for a moment. It makes you giggle. Bucky sighs and walks past you,

“Excuse me, ma’am.” He whispers as he passes, you slide to the side and watch as he walks straight up to Ransom, Peter, and Tony, grabs their bags from them, and throws them over his shoulders as he brings them inside. Tony scoffs and just follows, Peter looks embarrassed, Ransom calls out a thanks and then falls in line. You turn to face Ari again and you feel an arm drape over your shoulders, you know who it is without looking.

“So, when does the party start!” Ransom asks and squeezes your shoulder. “Speaking for everyone I think we could use some drinks.” He laughs and Tony agrees. Ari looks at Bucky and then over your shoulder to Steve, he nods and they both understand what he’s saying without even uttering a word.

“Actually we don’t party till tonight,” Ari explains. “We have to work before we can just slack off and lucky for you fellas you got here at the start of the day!” You sneak a look at Bucky, his smile has a hint of a mischievous nature, he winks and then gets real serious.

“So if you men will follow me,” Bucky turns and walks out the front door, “we need to get you dressed and in the field.” He walks down the steps and then turns back when he realizes no one if following him. “We are burning daylight!” He hollers, “you wanna eat and party, well you gotta work for your food. Let’s go!” Something about the authoritative voice and serious expression makes the men jump to follow. “Rogers bring up the rear!” Bucky heads to the barn and the four guys follow behind. Peter looks back at you and you gently smile and wave.

“Okay ladies,” Ari pulls your attention back to him, he smiles. “How about some mimosas?”

The thick wrangler jeans land on the ground in front of Ransom and he stares down at them in disgust. A t-shirt and button up carhart shirt is tossed at him and hits him square in the chest. “You’re insane if you think I’m wearing this,” he says sharply. Bucky shrugs and continues to toss the clothes to the others. Sam and Peter are already changing and Tony is begrudgingly picking the clothes up as they are throw his way.

“Suit yourself, but those loafers and kakis won’t do you any good as you help shovel horse shit.” Bucky explains. “And no, we won’t send them out for dry cleaning if they get messed up.”

He laughs as he looks Ransom up and down and then turns away. Tony picks up the clothes and shoves them in his arms.

“Get dressed and stop pouting, it’s giving you early wrinkles.” Tony teases and Ransom grumbles as he changes. Sam and Peter are already dressed and messing around, shoving each other and tipping their hats and stuff. “This is gonna be a long 4 months.” Tony mumbles and sits his hat on his head before walking to join the others. Steve passes by Ransom.

“You’re burning daylight, get changed.” He leaves Ransom alone in the back room of the barn.

Natasha won’t stop smirking as she sips her mimosa. She glances at Ari and then back at you. “So Ari? Any woman working on this Ranch?” Ari turns around and looks between Natasha and you.

“Oh, umm no.” He fidgets. “An all male staff, I hope that’s alright.” He says, glancing your way and then back to her. The smirk she gives him makes your stomach drop because you know she’s up to something.

“Oh Ari, that’s perfect.” She finishes her glass and then stands up. “So this tour-” She asks but is interrupted by someone walking out of the office off the living room.

“Ari, we need to talk when you have a minute,” he is staring down at some papers in hand. He finally glances up and sees the 4 women sitting in front of him. “Oh! These must be the rest of our guests!” He smiles and crosses the room, “I’ve met one of you already,” he smiles at you, “but I haven’t had the pleasure with the rest. I’m Andy, Ari’s business partner.” He smiles sweetly, Natasha narrows her gaze and looks between the two men before walking to stand in front of Andy.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re a great team,” she says as she looks him up and down. Andy smirks and then lightly laughs as he looks down at her.

“I run the books, he runs this place and he does what he’s told. Pretty good setup if you ask me.” He answers, and something about that makes you a little hot. Natasha blushes and then backs down, you’ve never seen her back down when flirting with a man. You give her a look and she blushes even more. “Anyway,” Andy smirks, “I’m sure Ari is treating you right. I see the men are already being put to work?”

Ari laughs, “yeah, Barnes and Rogers are giving them the special welcome.” Amelia laughs.

“Why does that sound dirty?” Lizzy scoffs,

“Cause you three are hornier than a teenage boy at the beach in the summer.” Andy laughs.

“It’s some kind of hazing, isn’t it?” She asks. Andy and Ari exchange a look.

“Well, when they come in acting like they owned the place we needed to be shown to them they in fact, don’t.” Ari explains with a wicked smile that makes you laugh.

“Oh good, Ransom’s gonna love that.” You exclaim and all the girls laugh along. “But I think Peter and Sam should have gotten a pass, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Andy and Ari look at each other again and Andy shrugs. Ari goes to grab his walkie talky from the kitchen.

“Barnes? Send Boy wonder and mister manners to the house. Over.” Ari waits a minute and then he gets a response.

“Copy that. What about Silver spoon and Hefner wannabe? Over” Bucky answers back.

You laugh and look at the other girls, you all can’t help but giggle at the nicknames the guys have already earned. Ari smirks and looks back at you before answering Bucky back.

“Leave them shoveling the shit and when they are done let them get cleaned up. Over” Ari lays his walkie down and he heres a “Roger that” as he walks back over to where you girls are sitting. Peter and Sam come walking in the front door, Natasha whistles and Sam spins around and tips his hat. Peter blushes and looks from you to Natasha. Amelia walks over and looks Sam over.

“Looking good, Babe!” She kisses his cheek and he pulls her close. "Oh but you smell like shit.” He grumbles and you all laugh.

“Yeah yeah, laugh all you want but now you’re stuck with my stinky ass till I can shower.” He hugs her tight and she screams as he lifts her up and spins her around. Lizzy sighs,

“I’m sure Tony is gonna be in the worst mood after this. But he deserves it, especially after his attitude with me this morning.” Peter laughs.

“Can you blame him? You shoved the guy in the car with Ransom, that would make anyone a little testy.” Peter justifies and Lizzy just shakes her head.

Ari and Andy just listen to the group of you talk, Andy sees Ari watching you and Natasha, he is so smitten and small, it starts to rub Andy the wrong way and eventually Andy nods for Ari to follow him, so he excuses himself and finds Andy in the office. “Ari,” Andy says, voice firm and authoritative.

“Don’t start,” Ari sighs and tries to walk out, Andy stops him.

“Ari sit down, now.” Not a request but a command. Ari grumbles but he does it. “All I was gonna say is you are acting like a blushing bride with those two women, which I do find rather adorable,” he teases and Ari rolls his eyes and laughs, wiping his sweat-less brow before meeting Andy’s gaze again. “But when it comes to ladies, you’re not like that.” Andy crosses his arms and stares him down, “get out there and be Hard-ass Ari, stop with this blushing and stumbling over your words.” He straightens up and walks closer to the man sitting in the armchair, “Go, be a big strong man and catch their eyes before Barnes and Rogers do. Find your little ‘pet’’.” Ari stands up and goes to leave but stops and faces Andy.

“What’s your obsession with me finding my own ‘pet’? Ever since Jane left you’ve been riding my ass about it.” Ari asks.

“Well one it’s cause you have a great ass,” Andy states matter of factly and Ari rolls his eyes again. “And two it’s cause you need someone to take care of. You need to meet that caregiver need of yours, so go out there and put your charms on one of those women.” Ari looks at the ground and then back at Andy.

“You think I’m just gonna take that order and hop to it?” He asks and Andy smirks.

“It’s what you do best, Ari.”

Ari huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he grumbles, he turns around, ready to follow the order Andy just gave.

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When the two men disappear Natasha turns to you and garbs your hands, “Please for your own sake, go to Paris with those two men.” You are speechless and look around to see if the others heard her, they didn’t.

“Natasha” you hiss and she smirks, “what makes you think they are-“

“Did you see them? Did you hear Andy?! He was all ‘I run the place and Ari follows orders well.’ He was NOT meaning Ari is a good business partner.” You shake your head and Natasha physically stops you, taking your face in her hands. “You need to get between those two men and let them have their way with you, cause I’m scared if you don’t you’re gonna fall head over heels for that tall, handsome cowboy and that is not what you need after your literal wedding was called off.” You deflate, honestly you hadn’t thought about him or the wedding since you stepped out of the uber this morning. “I’m sorry, babes. I don’t mean to bring down the mood. But you don’t need to catch feelings and I know you- you will catch feelings for that cowboy. But you’ll have a great time and be able to move on as friends with Daddy and Daddier.” You lightly laugh and sigh, removing her hands from your face and lean back to look up at the ceiling. “You haven’t had your rebound, so rebound between those two hunks and call it a day.”

“I’ll see,” you agree and Natasha about squeals. Peter looks over.

“What are you two squealing about?” He asks, Natasha smirks and blows him a kiss.

“Oh nothing Pete, just some rebounding fun.” She winks at you and you lightly shove her. Peter laughs and sits next to you on the couch.

“You’re like my sister, so please don’t sleep with any of these men. They aren’t worth you.” He begs and you laugh.

“Peter you don’t even know them! And I wasn’t agreeing to it, I was just thinking about it.” You exclaim and Peter just shakes his head. The back door opens and in walks Steve. He smiles and takes off his hat.

“Just wanted to warn you all that those two guys are about done and they are not happy so, maybe make yourselves scarce.” He says and then leaves out the door he came in. You all laugh and stay exactly where you are. Bucky walks in the back door in the mudroom with the biggest smile on his face, a shit covered Ransom walks behind him and a dirt covered Tony falls in line behind.

“Alright you two, go hit the showers and then we can start on the tour.” Bucky says and points to the shower room off the mudroom. They both grumble and do as they are told, not noticing you all sitting there and watching. He turns to you and your heart flutters as you meet his gaze, his eyes are so blue and his smile makes you feel safe. You take a breath and look at Natasha,

"Okay you’re right. I’ll fall in love with him, so give me the two big men.” Natasha smirks and nods as she looks over her shoulder, the sound of Ari returning peaking her interest.

“Speak of the devil” she whispers and you blush before turning around and staring firmly at the ground.

“Are you shitting me?!” Ransom screams, “you were all in here drinking and laughing while I shoveled literal shit for an hour?!” He looks back at Ari and then Bucky who are both smiling ear to ear. Bucky tips his hat and then straightens up from where he was leaning on the wall.

“Maybe next time you’ll walk into someone else’s house with a little more respect.” Bucky says, his tone makes a shiver run down your back and you look to Natasha to hide the fact that you liked it. She glares at you and mouths ‘no’, you smile anyway and then look back at both men.

“Alright how about you all follow Barnes and Rogers to the Barn and we will get you all ready for our tour.” He looks down at the choice of footwear you ladies had, “and we will get you all some proper riding boots too.” You follow Steve out to the Barn, you can feel Bucky’s gaze on you and you don’t hate it. He gently ushers you to the side when he is getting around you to help Steve with the saddles, the small graze of his hand makes you want to melt. Who knew you were so touch starved. You look at Natasha and she sighs, coming up along side you.

“Yes he is perfect, and handsome, and a gentleman, and probably the exact guy you should date and marry. But are you ready for that type of man after-“ you glare at her, making sure she doesn’t say his name. She doesn’t, “get his number, become friends, rebound with those two men and when you are fully healed over the trauma of the monster from hell, give him a call. Don’t make him a rebound,” she whispers and you sigh knowing she is right. Bucky and Steve get all the horses saddled and ready. They start helping everyone into their horses, Sam helps Amelia and Tony tries to help Lizzy but she ends up waiting for Steve to boost her up. Tony huffs and gets on his horse with minimal struggle, thanks to the step stool. Natasha swings herself up on her horse and impresses Steve who was standing by to help, she tosses him a little wink before looking over at you. She sighs as she sees Bucky making his way over. You are trying to figure it out for yourself but almost fall on your ass in doing so, two strong arms catch you and haul you up to your feet.

“Careful there,” the low voices rumbles quietly. You turn and meet Bucky’s gaze, “Need some help?” He asks and you can’t find the words so you just nod. He lifts you by your waist and sets you right on top on the horses back, completely effortless. You straddle the horse and graze Bucky’s hands as he hands you the reigns. He gives a polite pat to the horses neck and is off to his own horse. You watch as he climbs on the back of his horse, his literal white horse. You look at Natasha who just shakes her head and laughs. Ari walks into the barn and right past you and up to his horse, Bucky had gotten the steed ready for him. He hops on the back and guides the horse around with so much ease.

“Okay, so some of our men will be placed along the group to help guide the horses if they start misbehaving. This here is Cole,” the clumsy man from early waves, “Carter,” the pretty boy who looks like he’s only ridden a horse to play polo just nods, “Jensen,” the guy with glasses who helped with the bags earlier tips his hat, “and of course you know Bucky and Steve.” They both wave and it’s not lost on you that they have made their way behind you and Natasha in this lineup. “We have a lot of men on staff, some you haven’t met yet. You’ll meet them soon enough. We will take you around the property and tell you about our day to day lives and what will be happening while you’re here. Okay if we are all saddled,” he looks at Ransom who has finally mounted his horse and grumbles about it. “We will be on our way,” Ari turns his horse and leads out the back of the Barn on the trail.

The countryside is so beautiful you could cry. Ari explains how you all came at a time where they will be working a lot with moving the cattle for spring and that there will probably be quite a few baby animals born while you’re here. He shows you all the different barns and where the animals are kept. Chickens, goats, sheep, cattle, even pigs and Dogs. There is literally a whole farm on this Ranch along with a garden and bees for honey. It’s like a homesteading dream. The whole time Ari keeps glancing back towards you and Natasha. And you keep seeing Bucky looking at you as you look to the side at Natasha. Steve is friendly and hits it off with Sam, turns out they both served in the army around the same time. Bucky too. Ransom, Tony, and Carter are kinda grumpy in the back of the line, Peter is enjoying the sights and chatting with Ari, Amelia and Lizzy are taking selfies and talking with Cole and Jensen. Bucky moves his horse in between yours and Natasha’s, “So where are yall from?” He asks. You look over to him and start to answer but Natasha speaks for you.

“We are from New York City," she says, You notice a little smile break across Bucky’s face and then he looks over to you. He notices your left hand and the tan line there on your ring finger.

“What part?” He asks and again Natasha answers.

“Upper East Side.” She says shortly. You see the realization about what that tan line means spread across his face and then he reacts to what Natasha just said as he nods as he whistles.

“Fancy digs,” he says “too fancy for a Brooklyn boy like me.” He says as he gives a sad little smile. He lets his horse slow down a bit to fall back behind you. You turn and look at him, forgetting about the trail in front of you.

“You’re from New York too?!” You ask, hopeful. He smiles and nods.

“I am, go home every so often to visit my mama. I love it there but I needed a change after the Army. I found the ranch and Ari and well…. I guess there hasn’t been any reason enough to move back to the city and away from all this beauty.” He nods the to mountains surrounding them. You make an agreeable noise and turn back around, Natasha is just facing forward shaking her head, she knows you’re already smitten. You pull up to a little clearing and all dismount your horses, there are some picnic tables set up and food already waiting for lunch.

“Wow, the service is impeccable.” Tony says and Lizzy laughs and pokes his side. Bucky helps you down and before you can say thank you Ransom is by your side pulling you along to sit.

“Okay, so when I heard ‘Dude ranch’ I didn’t except to actually be working on a ranch for 4 months.” He says and you just laugh as you shove him off of you.

Lunch is delicious and fresh and hits the spot after being in the sun for a few hours. The horses are resting and you all sit around the table while Ari tells you about the Ranch. “Everyone goes by nicknames or their last name.” He explains. Ransom speaks up,

“Well what’s yours then, Chief?” He quips. Steve answers,

“Hard-Ass,” everyone laughs and Ari shrugs and smiles.

“I like a tightly run ship, what can I say.” He says,

“Well this is a ranch so,” Steve joke and he gets a strawberry to the face for it, he catches it in his mouth though. “Let’s see who else? Oh! Cole is Ghost” Amelia laughs.

“Umm why?” She asks and Cole blushes and sighs.

“Because I have a tendency to get Ghosted.” He says sheepishly, all the women awe and refuse to believe that, the guys laugh. You slap Ransom’s arm and he nudges you back. Steve starts again.

“Jensen is just-Jensen, Carter is usually called by his last name- Baizen-“ you and Natasha look at one another, Tony and Ransom laugh.

“Wait?! Carter Baizen as in-“ you start and Tony finishes.

“The one that got shipped off to pay back his debts?!” He laughs and tosses a strawberry in the air and catches it in his mouth. “This is great!” Steve looks to Carter who just rolls his eyes and then back to the group.

“Yall know him??” He asks and Ransom answers.

“Bet your ass we do, I knew you looked familiar! You still owe me 10 grand.” Ransom says and the other ranch hands look at him and just shake their heads.

“Classic,” Bucky mutters. Steve quickly changes the subject.

“Anyway, um we call Bucky, Barnes or Sarge. And they call me Rogers or Cap.”

“Wait were you a Sargent and Captain when enlisted?” Sam asks. “I am not saluting while shoveling shit.” He jokes and Steve laughs.

“Yeah we were and don’t worry, we won’t make you.” He jokes. You look at Bucky and he looks a little embarrassed to have attention on him.

“Well what about us?” Peter asks, “do we have nicknames?” You girls laugh and nod.

“Oh yeah, Boy wonder, Mister manners, Silver Spoon, and Hefner Wannabe.” You tease and they all look at each other and point to try and figure out who is who. You giggle and just take in the sight of being surrounded with your oldest friends and hopefully some new ones. Natasha smirks and sits up straight.

“Well I want a nickname!” She exclaims and Ransom laughs.

“You have one, Black widow.” He says creepily and you all laugh, She scoffs and Steve speaks up.

“Umm why are you nicknamed after a deadly spider that kills her mate?” He honestly looks a little scared. Natasha smirks and leans forward grazing her fingers across the back of his hand.

“Because sweetheart, I eat men alive,” she sits back, “and they always come back for more.” She bites her lip and looks him up and down, you swear you see him gulp and then blush. Amelia laughs and then pipes in

“Well you can just call me by my name, Amelia.”

Lizzy agrees.

“Me too, just Lizzy.” She says sweetly as she leans her head on Tony’s shoulder. You look a little shy as everyone looks to you.

“Well? What are you going by?” Steve asks and you blush.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrug, “come up with something!” You laugh. They all start conversing on what to call you, Bucky is still quiet until he meets your gaze.

“Sunshine,” everyone turns to look at Bucky. He keeps your gaze, “your nickname should be sunshine.” He gently smiles and then stands from the table. “I’m gonna go check the horses,” he looks up at the sky, “we should be getting back, Hard-Ass.” He says and everyone lets out a chuckle. Ari agrees.

“Yeah, it’s gonna take even longer to get back so we should get a move on. Everyone load up, we pull out in 10.” Everyone leaves the table, you are still stuck in your spot, having been glued there by Bucky’s gaze.

“So, Sunshine,” Natasha teases, “What are we gonna do with you?” You blush and shove her away as she laughs. You laugh and head to find your horse.

“And that brings us back to the main house.” Ari says as he stops and turns his horse to face the whole group. “We are gonna head back to the Barn, the guys will give you all the proper procedures on how to care for the horses after a ride and then we will take you all to your rooms to rest and get ready for dinner.” You trot your horse to the barn and get it in the stall. You hop off and see Steve coming your way.

“Well, Sunshine,” he says and you turn to see the big smile on his face. “Let’s get Princess settled, huh?!” You look between him and the horse and realized you didn’t even know your horses name.

“Princess? Thats her name?” You ask and Steve laughs.

“Well that’s his name.” He laughs and so do you.

“What?!” You exclaim and Steve continues to laugh.

“He is a diva and drama queen, the name was fitting.” He shrugs and you just laugh again. He helps get the saddle off and teaches you how to brush Princess out. You enjoy every moment you have with Steve, he is sweet and you just feel at home. Something you haven't felt in a long time. “Okay, you’re all done. You wanna see your room? I can have someone show you up.”

“Sure, thanks!”

“No problem, hey Sarge come here!” Steve looks over his shoulder at you and smirks. You gasp and because he feels like a long lost best friend, you punch his shoulder. He laughs and winks before Bucky arrives.

“What?” He grumbles before he sees you. His face lights up.

“She needs to know where her room is, you wanna take her?” Steve explains, he must be giving Bucky some faces cause Bucky is just staring at him and then smiles and laughs.

“Sure thing, right this way.” He turns and walks out of the stall and Steve pushes you to follow. You catch up to Bucky as he reaches the steps of the house.

“If you’re busy I’m sure I can just find my way around,” you offer, “I don’t want to keep you from work.” Bucky turns and smiles as he stops in his tracks.

“Sunshine,” the way it falls off his lips makes you want to kiss him senseless. “You aren’t keeping me from anything, I promise.” You blush and look at your feet.

“You promise?” You ask and he lightly laughs and confirms again.

“I promise, follow me.” He leads you into the main house, you see the bags are gone, probably already in the rooms. “You have room all to yourself, private balcony and full standing shower and separate tub.” Bucky explains as he leads you up the stairs. You feel flushed as you glance at his ass, it’s a pretty great ass.

“Oh goodness, I hope that doesn’t put anyone else out!” You exclaim as you realize the grandness of what he just said. “I don’t need a private room!” Bucky smiles and looks back at you.

“Take it up with the boss,” he shrugs and then continues to lead the way. You follow behind quietly, as you get to the second floor you are in awe, you didn’t realize how big this place really is. There is a whole landing with another living room and entertainment center. Along with a little library off to the side in a little nook. “Okay, your room is back this way,” he leads you along through the second living room and through a little landing area that looks over the first floor. This hallway has 6 rooms, four of them say “private residence” and the other 2 just have numbers on the door. “Right here, room 1” Bucky leans up against the wall and knocks on the number plate on the door. “Natasha is room two right next door, and yes there is a door that conjoins them if you want to unlock it.” You laugh and thank him. You both reach for the handle and end up basically holding hands. “Oh ha, umm sorry.” He blushes and gently pulls his hand back. You giggle and cover your face.

“I’m sorry, I’m not normally this- well- girly and giggly.” You explain and Bucky just smiles. He opens the door and motions for you to head inside.

“It’s okay,” he assures you, “I like it.” He smiles and you blush even more. He then clears his throat and gets pretty serious for a moment. “I do want to ask, and if it’s out of line ma’am then I’m sorry,” he shuffles in the doorway, “I could help but notice your ring finger, are you involved with someone? Or were?” He asks and for the first time ever you didn’t feel pain or hurt at the thought of telling anyone about him, you felt like you would be seen, like you would be safe. You look down at the tan line and sigh.

“I was,” you simply say, “I was supposed to get married back in December but he-“ you stop for a moment and then take a breath. “He called it off.” Bucky’s eyes are so sad for you, he goes to move and then remembers he is in his muddy boots, he looks at the carpet and curses under his breath.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he says your real name, “you didn’t deserve that.” You give a sad smile and nod.

“Yeah, well there is way more to that story than meets the eye,” you look at him and your breath catches again, “and maybe once we know each other a little better I’ll be ready to talk about it.” You explain, Bucky nods.

“I understand,” he says before “whenever you’re ready, I’m here.” He lightly laughs, “and hey maybe I’ll tell you about my own personal runaway bride experience.” He says and your heart stops, he gets it. In this moment, this is why you felt safe and like you could tell him and he would catch you, he’s lived it.

“I’d like that,” you answer and then realize how stupid that sounded, “I mean,” you blush and stumble over your words, “not that it’s great- I would love to talk about- shared life experiences and stuff- I’m just gonna stop.” You finally say and Bucky just stands there with a smile and a chuckle.

“You’re cute,”He says before turning to leave. “See you at dinner.” He waves before he disappears into one of the private rooms right next to yours.

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“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Bucky groans and Steve laughs before he kicks Bucky’s leg. He is lying back on his bed and Steve has come to laugh at him in his misery. “ ‘You’re cute,’?!? That sounds like something a friend would say, or Cole!” He groans. “Ugh and Ari is about to try and get her into bed with him and Andy, I just know it.” Steve hums in agreement.

“Does that make you mad?” Steve asks.

“I mean a little but she’s not mine, she’s her own woman and if she wants to sleep with him then fine. I’ll play the long game, be there for her.” Bucky explains, Steve listens and smiles.

“Awww you really like her!” He gushes and Bucky sits up just to punch him in the arm.

“Oh whatever, go let Natasha eat you for Dinner or something.” Bucky grumbles and Steve laughs.

“I just might,” he says under his breath and Bucky laughs. “Look Ari and Andy are good guys and our friends, if she’s gonna sleep with someone at least it’s them and not Johnny or Collin.” Bucky shivers at the thought. “And hey, maybe she’s not even thinking like that! Just cause she’s blushing and stuff doesn’t mean she’s about to hop in bed.” Bucky sighs and looks at Steve.

“I heard Boy wonder talking to Silver spoon about how the girls were discussing who she should rebound with.” Bucky explains. “That's why I was grumpy when you called me over in the barn, that’s when I had heard them.”

“Oh, well… let her rebound and then pull out all the stops, she will come running. I just know it!” Steve says encouragingly. “Anyway, you smell like shit and so do I- I’m gonna go shower and change. So should you, also wash your sheets cause you being all in your feelings, you laid on your clean bed in your dirt covered clothes.” Steve says as he walks out and across the hall to his room, he glances and sees the light on underneath your door and Natasha’s. He laughs and goes to get cleaned up.

You change your dress for a third time and opt for a simple blue tunic dress and some vans. You curl your hair and put on some simple makeup before knocking on the joining door to Natasha’s room. It swings open, “help me zip this up?” She asks. She seems to have pulled out all the stops and is in a tight black dress.

“Well hello to you too,” you tease as you zip up her dress. “You know we are eating around a bonfire, right?” She turns and smirks,

“Yup, but that pit won’t be the only thing on fire tonight.” She winks and you laugh and then boo her.

“Oh booo that was bad and you know it.” You turn to go grab your phone from your bed and grab your room key. Closing and locking the door behind you, you turn and bump right into the wall. But then the wall was breathing and lightly laughing, you look up and meet Andy’s gaze.

“Whoa there, you okay?” He asks as he steadies you. A heat spreads through your face and you nod.

“Yeah, sorry. I should slow down a little more.” You joke and take a step back. Natasha exists her room and eyes you both before smirking and slipping by, you give a nervous laugh and motion that you are gonna follow her. Linking your arm with hers and hurrying off as Andy watches with amusement.

Dinner is good and the company is even better, the guys are all getting to know the other ranch hands while the girls sit around the fire. Bucky and Ari sit on the other side of the fire and you can feel their eyes on you as you talk with Natasha and Lizzy. You throw little glances their way and just smile every so often, it’s all very tame and fun. That is till Natasha brings out the shots.

“Nope! Everyone is drinking unless you are sober.” She starts pointing and waiting for anyone to back out and they don’t. “Alright, bottoms up!” Ari feels he needs to remind everyone that wake up calls start at 7am, and he gets boooed relentlessly till he finally gives up with his reminders. You are about 3 shots in when you find yourself sitting next to Bucky on a little wooden bench.

“So is this sweet cowboy charm just that? Charm. Or are you actually this much of a gentleman? Cause I’ve been burned and I- well- let’s just say if I fall for this then I’m falling hard. And I can’t do that unless I know you’re gonna catch me.” You can’t believe the words that are pouring out of your mouth. How strong are these shots?? Bucky gives you a sad smile and reaches out to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger.

“I’ll catch you, Sunshine.” You smile and start to lean closer but Natasha pulling you up from the seat and demanding that you dance with her makes the moment pass and it’s gone before it starts. She twirls you around and you end up in the arms of Ransom as she sits herself right in the spot you were occupying with Bucky.

“Okay Sarge, let’s talk.” She says, all cheer gone from her voice. Bucky turns and looks at her. “She’s been hurt, bad. Her ex was a master manipulator and built her up just to break her down. And as her best friend who had to check on her every day for three straight weeks because I was scared she wasn’t eating, I will not allow anyone to hurt her that way again.” Bucky looks over at you and then quietly levels with Natasha.

“Is that why you’re encouraging her to sleep with two men she just met?” He looks back at her, his face hard and unchanging. Natasha sighs.

“I’m trying get her to loosen up, also I know her, she’s not gonna sleep with them. Maybe fool around but she’d never go that far with someone new.” She takes a sip of her water. “I don’t want to tell her story for her so all I will say is she has made herself into the perfect wife for a man who didn’t choose her when push came to shove. For years she chipped away pieces of herself to fit what he wanted,” she looks at Bucky again, “I just want to make sure she doesn’t fall into the same pattern, because there’s not much left to chip away.” Bucky nods and takes her water from her hand and takes a sip for himself.

“Well that’s where you have the wrong idea of me, Natasha.” Bucky says plainly. “All I wanna do is add to her life, for whatever little time she lets me.” He says before he stands up and heads inside for bed.

Ransom is talking your ear off as you watch Natasha and Bucky talk. They don’t seem to be flirting which is good, but they don’t look happy either. “What do you say, huh?” You turn and look up at Ransom.

“Oh umm what? Sorry.” You lightly laugh and he sighs.

“I said what if we turned in for the night. Maybe head up to your room,” your stomach drops at what he’s suggesting, he’s one of your best friends, why is he saying this! “and you let me use that amazing tub of yours?!” There it is, you laugh and punch his arm before moving away from him. He laughs and waves you off as he goes back to bothering Tony and Lizzy. You find Natasha.

“Hey what did you and Bucky talk about?” You ask, hopeful. Natasha sees the look in Your eyes and sighs.

“We talked about you of course and how you should 100% try to get with Ari tonight. Shake off those cobwebs and just be a little care free!” She knows she shouldn’t lie to you but until she can get a good gage on Bucky, you needed someone you wouldn’t get attached to.

“Bucky said Ari is a great guy- probably one of the best here- Andy too!” You are a little taken aback.

“No for real what did you talk about?” You ask, she doubles down.

“Seriously, he said that he liked you but he’s not in a place to really be with anyone, dealing with his own baggage at the moment.” She hopes that’s believable, for all she knows he’s the most baggage free guy in the world. Your heart on the other hand breaks, you wonder how recent his failed wedding was and you coming on to him probably didn’t help. You look over your shoulder to Ari.

“He really said I should go for it?” You ask, the sadness in your tone could be heard even when Natasha couldn’t see your face.

“Yeah babes,” she prays you will forgive her for this, but it’s for the best. You take a breath and look back at Natasha.

“Well alright then,” you say sadly. You make your way over to Ari and grab a bottle of rum on the way.

“Oh fuck,” Natasha mutters, “What the hell have I done.

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mrsfrankadler · 1 year ago

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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).

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

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venusbyline · 1 year ago

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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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uselesssomebody · 1 year ago

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rules!

blog rules!

this blog is a safe space for the lgbt+ community as well as p.o.c., so please never feel unwelcome. anyone against these values, please just keep scrolling. be polite in requests/interaction. i love a bit of constructive criticism, but keep it contructive. heed 18+ warning and smut/trigger warnings

writing disclaimers!

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.

writing do's!

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.

writing don't's!

☁ no under-18/kid readers as part of plot (highschool age for e.g. stranger things & teen wolf is fine as long as the actor is over 18 - so no s.t. kids!) ☁ i'm not qualified to write about stuff like eating disorders, self harm or other mental illness especially from a reader's perspective ☁ kinks like ddlg/age play, anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum) ☁ I do not write real person fiction ☁ while generally POC reader requests is okay, i can't write specific races for charcaters besides desi readers (cause i'm desi myself)

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, and 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, and marcus acacius ☁ 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), paul atriedes (dune), emperor geta (gladiator) and tess servopoulos (the last of us)

#uselesssombody #rules!

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starbuckie · 3 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 1.6k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral f, carter getting cockblocked lmao), fluff, them being a family

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: gobble gobble, it’s thanksgiving on the upper east side. also the first day of winter here in the states. huh. how fast time flies. anyways, we’re almost at the end of our journey and i just wanted to show this happy lil fam one more time before winter rolls along. please enjoy <33

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“Shit,” Y/N grasped the ends of Carter’s hair under the silk sheets, grinding her cunt down on his face. Two of his thick fingers pistoned in and out of her weeping hole while his tongue circled around her clit in tantalizingly slow movements. With his mouth just going at her pussy, she could feel every slow fan of his breath across her sensitive skin, every bag of his eyelashes, how the rough flesh of his tongue lapped into every crevice of her cunt, making sure he got to taste all the slick that gushed from her hole.

He’d been at her pussy for a while now. After all, Carter Baizen was one for spoiling and that promise still stood in bed, under beige, silk sheets. So he slurped and prodded at her most sensitive parts, using her slick wetness as lube in making her feel real good.

And after two precious orgasms, she was in nothing more than a delirious state.

“You got one more in you, don’t you, mama?” He groaned against the soft skin of her mound. “C’mon, beautiful, I wanna watch you come this time. Just let go, alright? I’ve got you.”

Her eyes could barely stay open. She muttered a quiet plea as her hips began to gyrate against his mouth even further. Her eyes rolled back into her head and as her legs began to shake, all she could see was a sheen of pure white ecstasy awaiting for her to roll over the edge. “Carter,” he hummed against her in acknowledgement, “‘m so close.”

In a needy attempt to come quicker, her own hands began to mindlessly paw over her pebbled nipples trapped within the confines of her nightgown. Fingers expertly plucked and circled and rubbed her little buttons and she was over the edge.

“Oh, oh, Carter,” she whined, high and loud, as her hips stuttered in their weak thrusts and she came in full force. Hot, burning stars danced along the base of her skull as she came, and her legs nearly vibrated off the damn mattress in its vigor. Yet Carter’s fingers still moved in and out of her cunt like nothing had happened and he wasn’t feeling her pussy spasm and tighten around the digits, his tongue licking from her ass all the way up through her fold to collect the slick that ran down.

He coaxed her through her orgasm with gentle words and a smirk, massaging her hips with his large hands until he could hear her sigh in tiredness.

“God, I think I just fucking came in my pants,” he chuckled, glancing below to his stained pants. Sure enough, his own thrusting against the mattress while eating her out was enough for him to reach his own release, though he really would’ve preferred to do so in Y/N’s cunt. “You feeling better now, gorgeous?”

She nodded dreamily, a small sigh or something like an mmhm escaping her parted lips. The reason he’d ended up with his face between her thighs in the first place was how she complained about being horny, and how she was too afraid of hurting baby #2 to have Carter fuck her relentlessly like she truly wanted. But having him eat her out like a man starved worked just as well- left her happy and satisfied, and with him, a drink of his favorite nectar for the first time in a while.

For the first time in a near hour, Y/N opened her eyes to meet her room, lifted of its orgasm-filled haze. Her hands shook as she finally lifted the sweat-soaked sheets from her body, revealing a disheveled yet nonetheless grinning man between her legs. Her panties sat hooked around his free hand, pretty pink lace bundled messily in his palm. At least he hadn’t ripped them this time.

“Feeling much better now, darling,” he agreed silently, crawling up her nightgown-clad body just to nuzzle his face between the space of her neck and head. Her own hands trailed daintily up his bare back, dipping into the muscles he’d built up in the past years. “Thank you, Carter.”

“You don’t have to thank me for my service, beautiful,” he looked up to her with a devilish smirk, pressing a kiss to her bitten, swollen lips. “‘S more of a gift to me than anything else. Your tight cunt’s the sweetest drink I’ve ever had.”

The door immediately opened and the housekeeper entered. Laika, trying to keep any disdain from her knowledge of what had taken place on the bed just moments before off her face, carried a swaddled Autumn Eloise Baizen in a mustard yellow onesie, cooing gently for her mom. The blonde housekeeper nearly looked ashamed in interrupting them, but both of them shook off their post-orgasm tiredness and sat up to greet their baby.

“It’s time for Miss Autumn’s feeding,” Laika announced straightfaced.

“Good morning, my sweetie,” Y/N smiled. Laika rounded the bed next to hers, the baby in her arms. Both parents thanked her with a grin before taking Autumn onto the sheets with them. The housekeeper set the breastpump and bottle on the side table just in case she needed it, and went to leave them in their privacy.

Y/N peeled down the straps of her nightie as Carter began to speak to his baby. It was domestic. It was calm. In the shared atmosphere of the fifth story penthouse in a gently sunlit room, she found the most peace she had in the two decades she had been alive. She had her family, her love, and the warmth of true care. She hadn’t had that in a while.

Finally she managed to pull her top below her breasts, taking their baby, who instantly latched onto her nipple. A slight wince showed in her furrowed brow as her daughter drank from her, but it was nothing she hadn’t faced before. And neither were a pair of mischievous, lustful eyes that had just pulled three orgasms from her and still didn’t find it enough to just stare at her bare tits.

“You have no shame, Baizen,” she whacked his bare chest with her free hand as he let out a childish giggle at being caught, “no shame.”

“You just look so good, so gorgeous, so delicious,” he kissed up her neck in quick little pecks, making the trail to the real prize just that much quicker. When he reached her lips, he cradled her face with both hands, caressing them with his own and slipping just a little bit of tongue to mess with hers. It was far much too heated, especially in front of the cooing baby, who was also beginning to speak.

“Ma!” She shouted with glee, unattatching herself from Y/N’s breast. Both parents grinned with pure happiness at the small girl.

“You still need to drink more, little one, get back to it.” Carter gently guided her back to Y/N’s chest, and once again he was transfixed. “Y’know, I’m still kind of upset that she got your name before mine.”

“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll be soon enough.” She pressed a slow kiss to his neck, where a bit of scruff (that suited him quite well) was being grown out. “You’ll be begging her to be quiet as well.”

They both chuckled, very well aware of what loudness the little Baizen-L/N would soon be bringing to the household.

“We’re having Thanksgiving ourselves this year, right?” Y/N questioned. Though she was the usual event planner of their little family, after everything they’d gone through and including the horrifying events of Autumn’s birthday party, she wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to invite them all again for a national holiday.

“Well, I didn’t invite anyone,” Carter finally lifted his eyesight from Y/N’s full breasts, meeting her worried expression. He knew that she hadn’t a clue what to do. But she didn’t need to do anything, she worked to hard and to be completely selfish, he wanted his new little family for himself. It was bright and being with just them was fresh, and he wanted to savor every moment, every breath, every living second of the day with his girls. “Did you invite anyone?”

“I didn’t,” she began to freak out. “I wasn’t planning on having anyone over and it was self-indulgent and stupid of me because after the birthday fiasco we need to pull out image up somehow-”

“Hey, hey, mama, calm down, okay? I mean, if neither of us made plans today, then that means,” he captured her hand with his, squeezing it twice for good measure, “that we can make some of our own. Does our resident freakaholic have any ideas on what we could ever do to save the day?”

“Well,” she grinned shyly, “I suppose that I just renewed our HBOMax subscription and I also suppose that you could make some of that really good vodka pasta with the turkey I roasted yesterday. How do movies and dinner in sound, darling?”

It took a moment for the image to settle in his head. His daughter curled up on Y/N’s chest as she rested on his on the crushed velvet couch out front in the living room, drinking warm tea and watching Curious George’s A Very Monkey Christmas. He supposed he liked the sound of it very much.

“God, I fucking love turkey day,” Carter grinned, pulling his two girls into his chest.

#sebastian stan #carter baizen x reader smut #sebastian stan smut #carter baizen x reader #gossip girl fanfic #gossip girl fanfiction #carter baizen smut #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔 #𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

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jobean12-blog · 4 years ago

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A Hands-on Activity

Pairing: Carter Baizen x reader

Word Count: 473

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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barnesafterglow · 3 years ago

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can't wait to have you

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

pairing: carter baizen x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed, squeezing around my shoulders before pulling away.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Bullet in Your Heart, Part 1

Summary: You and Carter go out for a date, and both of you make plans

Pairings: 1940!Carter Baizen X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: teasing, fondling, dry humping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.1K

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Your mother peeks out the living room window, seeing Carter’s car drive up to your house. He had asked for a private meeting with both her and your father, and that could only mean one thing. The two of you had been going steady for a few years. His family loved you, and his best friend Clark Kent even tolerated you.

Double dating with him and always some random girl, and sometimes just the three of you watching a movie at the drive-in. It was like the three of you had become a unit. Times were scary and tough right now, but Carter was determined to do the right thing. The rumors of a draft coming had everyone scared for your beau and his best friend.

You look into your vanity mirror, hearing your mother softly talking to Carter, and you paint your lips with your favorite lipstick. The brightest of cherry red. Blotting your pout before adding the second layer. You spritz on the perfume Carter had got you for your last birthday, and spin around. You look at yourself in the mirror, a simple baby blue skirt, a shirt with a Peter Pan collar, and your favorite saddle shoes.

Determining that you were satisfied with your look, you take to the stairs. Your favorite thing was watching Carter’s face light up as you descended to the main floor. His mouth turns up into a crooked grin as he picks up your hand to kiss your knuckles. He always mesmerized you with his piercing blue eyes. You can’t believe your lucky stars that Carter was yours.

He walks you outside, making sure to open your door first, and when he gets in, you pull him closer to you by the collar of his shirt, planting a big kiss on his mouth. “What’s gotcha so excited there, Cricket?”

“I missed you,” you playfully spin his class ring around your finger, looking up at him with a smile, “What do you have planned for this evening, stud?”

“Well, I figured we could go to the Tastee Freeze, have us a burger and fries, share a strawberry milkshake, and then meet up with Clark and his new flavor of the week for a movie at the drive-in,” you cross your arms around chest, and pout, “What is that?”

“How are we gonna make out, if Clark and some girl are with us?”

He taps the center of the seat, and you scoot over. Thank goodness for bench seats. His arm wraps around your shoulders, and he pulls you into his chest. One day, he was not going to have to leave you at the door. You’ll be able to walk into your home together. Reminding him of something that no one else was going to have. You.

“He has his own car, sugar. He can make out, or whatever in the back seat of his car.”

“You know I don’t like doing stuff with an audience,” Carter gives you a hard kiss to your forehead, his hand giving a little wiggle over your breast, before you grab it. Making Carter chuckle. ��I’m serious. No touching my breast, no touching my…”

“You know, last time I think you rather enjoyed me touching you there,” you turn your head up and away from him, but drop his hand, and he cups your tit quickly, before stopping. “You know I’m gonna marry you, right?”

“You better.”

“So we don’t have to play these games to make sure you're perfectly innocent. You’re still only going to have sex with me.”

“I’ll have sex with you when you’re my husband, Carter Baizen.”

“Fine. Then we’ll still have fun in the back seat. And you can flash me tonight,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Stopping at a red light, he pulls you into him, slotting his lips against yours for the sweetest lingering kiss. His hand drops from the steering wheel, and wraps that around you as well. Bringing your body over to his, and you were nearly in his lap.

His tongue licks across your lips, and you enthusiastically open to grant him access. His tongue mingling with yours, when you hear the most obnoxious horn behind you, “Baizen! Get your behind to the Tastee Freeze. Trying to show me up back here. And put your hands where I can see them! I know what you two were doing last weekend.”

Carter leans out the window, laughing at Clark, while you scramble off of him. Your cheeks heating up with pure embarrassment, and you swear never to touch Carter in his intimate area again. Not until after he said, I do.

“Cricket, don’t be like that, babydoll. Clark is a nut, and he’s playing.”

“Or he knows because he saw us, or you told him. If this gets back to my folks I’ll be forbidden to be around you, until you make me an honest woman. You know how traditional they are,” his arm wraps around you, pulling you close to him.

“I know. And I’ve told you, I will marry you. And I’ll make sure Clark keeps his disgusting mouth closed, okay?”

“Thank you,” you lean up, and kiss him on his neck. He releases a tiny little moan, and you push him away from you jokingly. “Carter, you’re being too fresh.”

“I am? Keep kissing my neck, and see what it gets ya,” you give him a quick swat, and laugh. “Oh that’s right, I can’t mark you where anyone can see you, and I know a perfect place that no one better be looking at.”

“Carter!”

“Yes, Dear?”

“You can’t talk like that.”

“Why?” He gives you that sly grin, and you shrug. “Why can’t I talk like that to the future Mrs. Carter Baizen?”

“Because, I said so,” he rolls his eyes as the Tastee Freeze comes into view, waiting until he parks the car, before he looks over at you with a smile. Not saying anything until Clark pulls up beside him.

He leans in for what you think is a chaste kiss, but he stops just behind your ear. His whispering tickles your skin a bit, but mostly you feel him right to your core as heat blooms there, “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy my fingers inside of you,” still lingering on your skin, he pushes three kisses behind your ear, and you melt into him. “Let’s go eat your burger and friends.”

“You’re a tease.”

“Takes one to know one, Cricket.”

You and Carter simultaneously take a drink from your milkshake. Smiling over at him as the cool dessert touches your tongue. Your hand rubs up and down his leg, and moving a bit in between his thighs, and Carter drops his hand to yours, issuing a soft growl that you hope you’re the only one who heard it.

“I believe I need to powder my nose. Dot, Care to join me?” She nods at you, and holds onto Clark’s hand before she walks out of it. She didn’t need to get used to it. He’d have another in a few weeks.

Clark leans back looking over at Carter with a sinful grin, “So did you do it?”

“No. She said we have to wait until marriage. We’ve done enough. I’m not in a rush as long as it’s with her,” he reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a little velvet box, causing Clark to whistle at him.

“That sure is a pretty ring.”

“She’s a pretty dame. The prettiest. I have to talk to her folks, but I don’t think they’d tell me no.”

Clark takes a long sip from his soda, his face deep in concentration, “What if you’re drafted?”

“I don’t want to wait. I’ll ask her after I speak with them tomorrow. She’ll be at the salon. And then once I have their blessing, I’m asking. We’ll get married the following weekend. Already got us a house lined up. If I’m to be drafted, I want to leave with my best girl as my wife,” he slams the box shut, shoving it back into his jacket pocket. “There isn’t another one like her.”

“This isn’t a sex thing? There’s plenty out there that will let you soil what’s intended for their husbands,” Carter shakes his head no, turning to look towards the bathroom. He was missing you already. “Very well, you have my blessing. She is a good one. Perfect to reel in the Carter Baizen.”

“And here our mom’s thought that you would be the one to get married first. I may be married next weekend. And that pretty woman about to walk out of the bathroom will be getting a new last name next time you see her.”

“That is if she’s not laying under you in the back seat.”

“Oh, she will be. Make sure you park far enough away. Your loud mouth talks too much. You’re embarrassing my girl. Can’t have you doing that, Clark. And if she quits kissing me before we’re married, I’ll disown you.”

Carter gets the biggest smile when he hears your giggle coming out of the bathroom, and back over to him. Sliding into the booth, and not stopping until your body is flush with his. Fitting perfectly under his arm. Not even caring that his arm draped around you still sneakily hung over your boob. You didn’t care at the moment. He looked more handsome than when you left him, and you couldn’t put your finger on why. But you liked it a lot.

With Carter already in the back seat, his hands reach in front to pull you back to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to have you in his lap. His full of sin mouth nips at your neck, and his hand palms you over your skirt. You whimper out his name, and he makes his way further down your neck.

His hand moves from your covered core to the front of your shirt, and he starts unbuttoning your top, you look back at him, watching his face when your bra comes into view. You look around the back line of the drive-in just to make sure you didn’t have company, and then back at Carter, you didn’t want to miss anything, “You can touch me.”

His fingers slowly dance on your chest, before going below your bra, kneading your breast skin on skin for the first time. Biting at your lip, you pull down the lace, and Carter holds his breath, staring at your bare tit.

You take another look around, and just to be sure, you twist your body around to face him, and lay back. Holding his hands to pull him with you, and he settles his weight over you. His long fingers kneading your tits, while his mouth dominates yours. Carter’s tongue intermingles with your own, but he pulls off, and kisses down your neck.

His kisses turn to hard sucking when he reaches in between the mountainous peaks. Making sure to leave a bruise for you. Your body arches into his, and when he sinks his mouth over your nipple, you yip. Looking down at him. He takes his time finding out what the both of you like. Sucking, pulling off with a pop, even flicking his tongue over your pebbled peaks. Giving you a little nibble, he became obsessed with that immediately.

His head moves to your other tit, and your eyes roll back into your head. Carter was hunching into your heated core, and you were overcome with pure pleasure. Didn't even think about where you were, it was just you and Carter. This isn’t what good girls did, but you were no good girl, you were Carter’s girl.

You grip tightly to his hips, and let out a lewd mewl. He was playing around, while you could hardly breathe. Pulling your skirt up a bit, you feel his bulge on your covered mound, and go weak. Whispering out his name, “You want me to stop?” He pants out, praying that you don’t say yes.

“No,” sliding your hands from his hips, you give his ass a squeeze, and he bites one of your nipples, “Ow!”

Your tit still in his mouth, he looks up at you with a smile, pushing all his weight on your body, letting you feel every bit of him. If this is what sex was going to feel like, you needed to marry him right away. The fear of him having to leave was unbearable, and you wanted to have every part of him for the rest of your life.

With a few more grinds over your cotton covered cunt, you gasp as a wet heat surprises you, “I’m sorry, Cricket,” he pulls off your tit with a pop, using both hands to squeeze them for good measure, before he stuffs them back into your bra. Carter carefully buttons up each pearl button before sitting you up in the back seat. “Who’s my best girl?”

“I am.”

“Forever right?”

“Forever and ever,” you remind him as you snuggle into his warmth. Smiling because you know without any doubt that Carter Baizen would become your husband. And nothing could keep you away from him. Could stop you from loving him. He was your safe space. Your everything. The war be damned.

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sebastiansluts · 3 years ago

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Kinktober - Day 11

Kinktober Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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buckysswinter · 3 years ago

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☽ angst|❁ dark|♡ fluff|✧ smut (18+)

sebastian stan

lee bodecker

right where you left me ☽

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

carter baizen

cruel summer ☽ ✧

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

frank (!eb)

‘tis the damn season ✧ ☽

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

nick fowler

never ending story (mini series) ☽

mickey henry

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simplystevies · 4 years ago

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like you love me

pairings || 70’s!pornstar!bucky x neighbour!reader

summary || your neighbour was never quiet, but when you came knocking on his door at four in the morning, you knew something was up.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, illusions to porn, alcohol consumption, reader is oblivious, unprotected sex, passionate sex, angst

note || this is honestly all over the place i’m sorry bdidndjdndjdjfjfb

wc || 2.3k

the day was dull, as were the other ones in the gloomy month of november. mornings were darker, barely having seven hours of real daylight. you loved the atmosphere.

you loved everything about it. the worst part, was your neighbour decided that it would be a great time to start bringing women home. your rooms were on opposite sides of a wall.

every night, the banging of his headboard sounded through to you. you were surprised that the wall hadn’t caved in. most nights were spend with you blaring queen before the banging stopped.

slowly, your schedule started to mould his. you were waking up when he did, sleeping when he did. your job at the cafe wasn’t very accepting on you being late every few days.

your neighbour was a sweet guy. his name was james, but he always asked you to call him bucky. his hair was somewhere near his jaw, his beautifully chiselled jaw.

his side profile was beautiful, enough to make your knees weak. he was easy to talk to, understanding. he wore dog tags around his neck, telling you stories about the war.

you met his friends, steve and sam, they were equally as sweet. steve was slightly awkward, even though he had no reason to, being so big and handsome. sam was equally as big and handsome.

the three of them seemed like the type you’d see at the gym and fall in love with each of them, or maybe you’d make eye contact with them at the airport and they infect your brain like a plague for days.

bucky was really charming, you figured that would’ve been a good attribution to why he takes multiple women home. he was already living in your apartment building when you moved in.

he showed you the ins and outs of the place, told you about the other people in the building. when you met him he had stubble and a tight haircut with a medium quiff.

he seemed to be following trends. you didn’t mind, walking up almost every morning and seeing him every day was a nice apology to everything that happens the night before.

sometimes you’d catch the women in the halls, if you were in for an early shift. they would give you a smile and wa— wobble downstairs. from the flushed looks and inability to walk, you gathered that he was good in bed.

if you were taking groceries up to your apartment, and bucky caught you, he’d take them all in. you hated it, but he assured you that it was okay and you could repay him with your treats.

every friday you would bake, bake for the week. cookies, brownies, pastries, anything. you would pack three of everything on a few plates for bucky.

“hi bucky!” you smiled as he opened the door. he smiled and looked at your hands. “ouu, more treats?” he asked, taking one of the plates from your hands, leaving you with two.

bucky walked away, allowing you to walk in. “yes, more treats, i put the chocolate chips in the brownies just like you like.” you said, putting the plates down. bucky turned you around and sighed.

“you’re amazin’, what would i do without ya?” he said, wrapping his arm around your waist. you smiled and kissed his cheek. he felt his cheeks grow hot. “i know what i’d do without you, i’d sleep better.”

your teasing tone made him chuckle and pick up a brownie. “y’know i cant held it.” he smirked, shoving it in his mouth. you rolled your eyes playfully and shoved his chest.

bucky smiled and sighed. “wanna sleepover tonight? promise no one is coming.” he smirked, pinching your waist. “hm, i don’t have work tomorrow.” you shrugged.

“please? i rented halloween and jaws, you can’t let me watch those alone.” he teased. you cocked an eyebrow before nodding. “fine, i’ll go get changed and i’ll come back.” you said.

bucky was ecstatic, already pulling out his tape of halloween. when you walked in wearing a tank top and shorts. he bit his lip as he sat down on his love seat.

he extended his arm, looking up at you. you sat down, cuddling into his chest. you felt something wet rub against the back of your thigh. you groaned and pulled it out.

you were now face to face with an empty condom. “wow, what a surprise.” you groaned, flicking it onto his lap. bucky groaned and lifted it himself. “shit, i’m sorry.” he said, getting up.

the night was fast, you two ended up sleeping on the couch in each other’s arms. you were the first to wake up, rubbing your nose and pulling away to stretch.

“mornin’.” bucky said, his voice raspy. you smiled and looked back at him. “i’m going out, later tonight, feel free to join me.” you winked, standing up. “you leavin’ me already?”

you shook your head, sitting next to him again. “just needed to stretch my back.” you mumbled, putting your head back on his chest. bucky’s hand moved to your thigh, his thumb rubbing the bottom of it.

you two stayed and spoke for another two hours before getting up and walking to the kitchen. “i need to get ready.” you mumbled, grabbing a bowl and pouring some cereal in it.

bucky ate breakfast with you before letting you leave, almost. “you gonna come tonight?” you asked, turning at his door. “i can’t, got work.” he shrugged. you scoffed and shook your head.

“work is code for super hot babe?” you teased, pressing the button of his nose. bucky smiled and sighed. “you know me too well.” he shook his head, kissing your head and pushing you slightly.

you walked back to your apartment, getting into a shower almost immediately. you washed and shaved before getting out and brushing your teeth. you styled your hair and did your makeup.

you wore a pair of flared jeans, a neon pink crop top that showed your cleavage and high high-heels. you hummed as you sat on you couch, waiting for your friends.

once your friends showed up, you left your apartment only to be greeted by bucky and some blonde chick. you gave him a flat smile before walking away with your friends.

sometimes you think to yourself, what if i like bucky? he is a great guy, he does make you feel butterflies when he compliments you, he does make you happy when you’re sad.

you shake the thought from your head, tonight was about you and your girls, not bucky. there was no need to think about bucky and his dashing looks or his witty charm.

shut up. god can you just shut up! you irritated yourself by thinking about him, about how he holds a cigarette in between his lips, or how he always has his hand under your leg, rubbing your thigh.

how he always wants just to cuddle, invites you over for movies, enjoys your treats not because he wants to fuck you, but because he actually likes them.

some days you thought he felt the same. him kissing your cheek or nose, the way he held you close if you two were hanging out. every gesture made you think your feelings were the same.

but then the banging starts. the painful banging that makes your heart tear apart an inch with each bang. every day you thought it was different, only to find out it was the same.

you thought about as you downed a shot, the burning took your mind from the situation for a second, making you thirsty for more. you downed another, then another, then another.

eventually you were dancing with your friends, random men and whoever would take your grasp. you were having the time of your life, and for a moment, you forgot about your troubles awaiting you at home.

but, everything good had to come to an end. you drunkenly walked up the steps to your apartment, giggling to yourself. you finally reached your door, searching for your keys.

“crap.” you cursed, giggling as you leaned into your door. you sighed loudly as you realised your only option was to greet bucky with a wide drunken smile.

“y/n? it’s four in the morning.” his voice was groggy, his eyes barely opened. you giggled at him, looking down to see he was only in a pair of boxers. “nice wiener dude.” you joked, walking inside.

bucky sighed and walked you to the red love seat. “what do you want?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. you looked around his apartment, it looked almost exactly like yours. “you’d think after the war they’d pay you enough to get a nice house.” you blurted.

you couldn’t help it, it was like word vomit, saying anything and everything. “hey, shut up.” bucky lightly slapped your cheek before walking to his kitchen.

you gasped and looked up at him with your eyebrows tied together. “here, take this.” he said, handing you two aspirin and some water. you smiled and took them, grabbing bucky and pulling him down.

bucky groaned and went to get up. “are you gonna leave? or do i have to babysit you tonight?” he teased, lifting you up bridal style. “i left my key with my friend.”

bucky rolled his eyes and brought you into his room. he stripped you of your jeans and crop top, going to grab you one of his shirts. your hands connect with his shoulders, pulling him in.

you kissed him roughly, hungrily. bucky kissed back, his hands moving onto your waist. “stop.. stop.” he whispered, pulling away. “i don’t wanna take advantage of you.” he shook his head.

“i want this, i want it real bad.. bucky just give it to me.” you begged, kissing him again. bucky sighed and gave in, pulling you into him. his hands moved under your thighs, lifting you up.

he placed you on his dresser, grinding against you. you whined, pulling him in by the light fabric of his boxers. “need you, bucky, fuckin’ need you.” you whispered, your hands moving to his face.

bucky nodded and pulled down his boxers. “do you want me to use a condom?” he asked. you shook your head. “i gotta feel you, james.” you sighed. bucky felt himself melt.

he moved your panties to the side, his forehead pressing against yours. “do you still want this?” he asked. you nodded and pulled in his hips. bucky smiled and slid into you.

you let out a loud moan, pushing your head into his. bucky groaned, giving you a few seconds to adjust before thrusting into you slowly. you whined, throwing your head back.

bucky shook his head, his hand moving to the back of your head, pulling your forehead against yours. “look at me.” he whispered. for a second, a tiny second, you felt like you were loved.

the feeling was so unfamiliar but beautiful, you wanted to saviour the moment forever. you kept your eyes on his, sweat growing on both of your foreheads.

you felt like you were floating. the both of you, drifting into the sky. you sighed, shutting your eyes for just a second. when you opened them, the moment was gone.

you were back in bucky’s apartment, both of you clung too each other. your hands moved around his neck as you cried out, bucky hitting the spot deep inside of you that you couldn’t even explain.

your toes curled and your tights squeezed around his hips. “is that it? that where you want me?” he asked, repeating the exact same slow and harsh thrusts. “oh my god yes! fuck yes!” you cried out.

you threw your head back as you felt a knot form in your stomach. “fuck, bucky, right there! oh, yes!” you moaned, biting your lip as you felt the knot grow tighter.

your legs wrapped around him as you released all over him, creating a massive mess. “oh god.” you sighed, pushing your head into his shoulder. bucky groaned as you clenched around him.

this led to bucky releasing ropes and ropes of his spend inside of you. “fuck.” he whispered, shutting his head and throwing his head back. you whimpered as he pulled out.

bucky watched as his orgasm slowly dripped out of you. there was a knock on the door— a pounding on the door. bucky sighed and pulled his boxers back up. “i’ll be back.” he said

you nodded and pulled up your panties. bucky walked back into the room with your keys in his hand. “thank you bucky.” you gushed, taking the keys from his hand.

“see you tomorrow?” he asked, smiling at you. you nodded and kissed his cheek. “bye bucky.” you mumbled, walking out of his apartment and into your own.

you cleaned yourself up, before getting into bed and falling asleep happily. the next morning, you woke up and got in for a shower almost immediately.

you walked out of your apartment, getting ready to see bucky with a smile. you looked over at his door to see him walking in with a blonde girl. you felt your heart shatter.

you froze. bucky turned around and his face dropped. “y/n, i can explain.” he said quickly, walking over to you. you shook your head and walked back into your apartment.

you sat on the floor, putting your head in your hands with a loud groan. this time wasn’t different, you were stupid to even think that it was anything but the same.

bucky’s heart broke as he watched your door slam in his face. he sighed and walked into his own apartment. “i cant shoot tonight, sorry.” he mumbled, walking into his room.

the crew and the girl sighed and groaned as they started to pack up, getting out of the room to leave bucky alone with his thoughts.

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sweeterthanthis · 4 years ago

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Not In That Way

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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.

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