#carter baizen x y/n

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When The Rain Gathers..., Part 1

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

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Carter Baizen X Reader

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 5.6K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, and do we have time…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I — it wasn’t like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not that big.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” he responds flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so gross.”

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

“Pinky promise?”

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But…you’re going to see everything.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a good thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about best friends?”

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

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

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

“Whore.”

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

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

“I’m always nice.”

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Try Again | C.B.

Summary: Carter wants to try the relationship again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mom Is Dating An Actor » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend/Mom!Reader with daughter Abby and son Ben

Summary: Y/N’s daughter and son find out that she’s dating an actor.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names (baby, sweetheart)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

“You’re here!” You greeted Sebastian with a hug.

Sebastian smiles and wrapped his arm around your waist securely and used his other one to close the door. He gently set you on the floor and kissed you sweetly.

“I missed you.” You say against his lips.

“I missed you more, baby.” Sebastian says, pulling you closer to him.

You smiled against his lips and took his hand in yours, leading him to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“Where’s your son and daughter?” Sebastian asks.

“Their friend’s mom is giving them a ride home. They should be home soon.” You tell him.

You moved closer to him and Sebastian wrapped his arm around you.

“Are you nervous to meet them?” You asked, looking up at him.

“A little. I just want to make a good first impression for them.” He says.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” You take his hand in yours. “They’ll love you.” You say with a reassuring smile.

Sebastian smiles and leaned down to kiss you. That’s when the door opened and closed.

“Mom, we’re home!” Your 13 year old son Ben shouts.

“Are you home?” Your 13 year old daughter Abby asks.

“Living room!” You shouted back.

Their jaws dropped the second they walked in the living room and saw Sebastian.

“Abby, Ben, this is my boyfriend—” Abby and Ben interrupted you.

“Carter Baizen!” “Bucky Barnes!” Abby and Ben say at the same time in surprise.

Sebastian chuckles at their surprised state and stood up, holding out his hand for them to shake which they did.

“I’m assuming you two already know who I am. Your mom told me all about you guys.” Sebastian says with a smile.

Abby and Ben nodded their heads. They were so surprised that they didn’t know what to say.

“So you and our mom are dating?” Abby asks Sebastian.

“Yes we are.” Sebastian says with a smile and wraps his arm around your waist.

“This is the coolest thing ever!” Ben says excitedly.

“Mom is dating an actor!” Abby says excitedly.

You and Sebastian laughed at their excitement.

“So you two are ok with me having a boyfriend?” You asked them.

“More than ok.” Ben says.

“We just want you to be happy.” Abby says.

You smiled and gave them a hug.

“How about you two do your homework and we can go get something to eat.” Sebastian suggested.

They nodded and went to their bedrooms to do their homework.

“I think it’s safe to say that they love you.” You say, hugging Sebastian.

Sebastian kissed you in agreement.

“I love you, Sebby.” You say against his lips.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Sebastian says softly, smiling against your lips.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵����🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

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

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

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

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

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Nobody's POV

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

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

"What are you thinkin' about?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

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

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

Wow, flattering.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

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

"Wow, never heard that one before."

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

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Nobody’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[extremelyblackandwhite]

“why do you get so grumpy during christmas time?” with carter

pairing: carter baizen x reader

12 days of christmas - day 9

      - Oh, c’mon Carter! - she followed him into the bedroom. 

They lived in New York, one of the most magical cities in the world during the most magical season of the year - yet, her boyfriend refused to actually do anything which could be considered Christmasy. She thought she’d convinced him to go shop down 5th Avenue, but he quit after buying himself a nice watch at Cartier telling her there was no use to go window shopping. Today, she’d woken up feeling like ice skating and seeing the Rockefeller Christmas tree - something which her boyfriend had replied a very quick no. 

       - Y/N, I can drop you at the Rockefeller but I won’t be there parading in the cold and pretending to be happy about it. 

       - It’s the most wonderful time of the year, Carter. 

       - Says who?

       - Andy Williams. - she crossed her arms. - And your girlfriend, which is enough people to solidify a statement. 

Carter rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s statement. He thought she’d be happy when he agreed to spend Christmas with her family; however, she seemed to constantly want to do something else. She was crazy about Christmas, as if she was a direct descendent from Buddy the Elf or one of the elves from the Santa Clause. Everyday since Halloween ended, he can hear her singing Deck the Halls, or worse, Mariah Carey.

       - Why are you so grumpy during Christmas Time? You’re not nearly this Grinchy around Halloween or Thanksgiving. 

       - I’m not grumpy, Y/N. You’re just too frazzle and dazzle during Christmas time, darling. 

       - I am not, Carter. It’s my favourite season of the year and I adore you, so I wanna spend it with you. 

       - I know you mean well. - he sighed. - I just don’t like Christmas. Just another season. 

       - Why not?

       - Well, darling, your family are normal. Mine aren’t. They were never around and the only person around to watch me open gifts or eat Christmas dinner were the staff and nanny. I’d like not to be reminded of that time. 

      - But that was when you were a kid. - she sat on his lap. - You’re my boyfriend. My family adores you, we can make our new memories. 

      - Until you get tired of me and I have to have that as part of the memories.

      - I will never get tired of you. Even if you are a grumpy grump about my favourite time of the year. 

      - Will taking you to see the stupid tree making it better?

      - Are you coming?

      - Yes.

      - Then yes, seeing the stupid tree will make me feel much better. 

[barnesafterglow]

can't wait to have you

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

pairing: carter baizen x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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

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

you can follow @theafterglowlibrary to stay updated on when i post!🤍

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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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[sebastiansluts]

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.”

[incorrectanything]

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

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

[strawboorybunny]

Betrayed

Pairing: Carter Bazien x Nerdy!Reader

Words: 1900+

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What list?”

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“Y/n!” Carter yelled over the music.

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“I want to talk to y/n.” 

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

“So, how have you been?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You love me?”

You nodded and walked away.

-

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled. “Be mine?”

“Always.”

-

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[georgiapeach30513]

Bullet In Your Heart, Part 8

Summary: you and Clark....

Pairings: Clark Kent X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, judgmental people, grief, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Your fingers dig into the sheets, and your eyes roll in the back of your head as your back lifts up off the bed. Holding onto whatever ounce of your senses you have left while you bite on your lip, it was the price you paid for having two small children.

Your back starts to rise off the bed, but his meaty hand press your stomach, holding you down. His right hand drives in and out of your core, while his mouth makes a meal of your honey. You can feel the rumble on your bundle of nerves as he chuckles when you slap a hand over your face. Muffling a scream you couldn’t stifle.

Clark’s mouth is a work of art. If you were artistic you would have already made a shrine to the godlike qualities he possesses. Starting to wiggle around, and then he curls those fingers. Hitting over your g spot over and over again until your body trembles. Still he begs for more. Using his shoulders to keep you good and spread. Your legs try to close at the overstimulation when his fingers pound into your sex. Seeing stars, you come undone, squirting into his mouth, and he laves up every bit of your juices like a man starved.

You’re left panting. Gazing up at the ceiling while your husband feasts, and you wait for the room to stop spinning. Lifting up to your elbows you watch Clark smirk at you as he wipes off his glistening face. “Don’t you look proud of yourself,” you huff out.

Clark nods as he stands up out of the floor. Picking your body up, he launches you up the bed before he’s splitting your legs, and crawling in between them. Slapping his cock over your clit, smiling even bigger, “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that, my sweet little Cricket bug.”

“I really despise that nickname.”

“Why’s that?”

“The nickname of a child,” your eyes go cross eyed as he slams his girth into your body. “Oh my god.”

“You know why I like that nickname?” You shake your head no, and grab onto his hips as he starts a slow thrust into your body. Dragging his veiny cock out of you slowly, and leaving you breathless before he stabs back into you. “Because even though you’re not this tiny little girl anymore, there is this tight little cunt that I get use every fucking day.”

“Clark,” you whimper, and your nails dig into his back. “Clark, they’re gonna wake up.”

“And it’s time for us to have another one,” you nod your head up at him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and you pull him even closer, yipping when his bulbous head grazes over your cervix, “You always did like me deep, huh? Like to feel me in your pussy for the rest of the day. Aren’t we going to that pool party?”

“What?” Pulling himself out of you, he goes harder than ever before. Moaning out loud, and he places a hand over your mouth.

“Quiet, Cricket,” he starts at an earth shattering pace. Leaving you begging for mercy. “I want you to go to that party with my seed dripping out of you. I saw Frank staring at you. There’s only one man you’re slutty for, and that’s me, understand?” You give him a head nod, and you cling to his back for dear life.

“Got me in a damn vice grip. My god, you’re coming aren’t you?” Another nod as your body becomes completely pliable for him. “Good fucking girl,” pulling out of your body, he flips you to your knees, before crawling behind you. Burying his cock balls deep into your cunt, he mounts you, and you have to hide your face into the pillows. “It’ll take this way. You're such a pretty little slut for me in the morning.”

You can feel him all the way your stomach as he splits you open. Using his body for his pleasure when you hear him use his strangled voice. “Are you coming a-a-again? It’s because you feel my cock throbbing, huh?”

“It’s because you’re fucking me so deep,” that was too loud, but you’re in a different world. Your body rocking with every hammer he does into you.

“Right…right there. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” Clark’s hands pull apart your ass cheeks, and he stares at where the two of you connect. Watching as he nearly turns you inside out, and your walls cling to him so tightly. “So fucking sloppy for me. Fuck — me!” One last hard push into you, and ribbons of hot cum fill your belly, and you look back at him with the softest smile. Your walls milk every last bit of his essence, making you all warm and tingly.

“That’s the one, Cricket. I don’t know if I want a little Lottie or a little Henny,” keeping himself inside of you, he adjusts himself down to his knees. Those crystal eyes look up at your satisfied face before back to the two of you. “I gotta keep it in there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whine. You didn’t want him to pull out yet anyways. “Clark?” He finally looks up at you, and you preen, “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Cricket bug. I meant it, you’re the best pussy.”

“I really don’t want to think of all the women you’ve been with while you’re inside of me.”

“Deep inside you,” he gives you a wink, spreading you wider apart. “You know, there is another hole back here,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle, “Dot let me…”

“Clark!” He starts laughing, spitting down to your ass, “No!”

“Come on. One time.”

“You’ve already came.”

“So if I get hard again?” You want to kick your husband off you, but then he looks back at your hole, starting to slowly slide himself out. Dropping out of your body when he just stares, “I love seeing how gaping I make you. God, I made such a mess.”

”Daddy!” The door handle wiggles a bit, and you’re thankful Clark was smart enough to lock it. It wiggles again when a big bang happens, “Daddy! Henny is in my room! Wake mommy up, and get your son! Daddy! I hear you laughing.”

“I’ll deal with this,” you say, standing up, and Clark points to your panty drawer. “Yes, daddy. Let me put this on, so I feel your mess inside of me while we’re with the neighbors, but you got to wash your filthy mouth. Lottie will want kisses. Go,” you motion towards the bathroom, and Clark walks towards it. But stops to pinch your nipples, and pull you towards him.

Slamming his mouth against yours, and you can still taste your arousal on his tongue. Moaning at how good he feels, “Daddy!” Lottie knocks on the door a bit, and he pulls back.

“I’ll make sure to fuck you again tonight, Mrs. Kent.”

“How about you let me fuck you?” He growls, and jogs into the bathroom, leaving you to pull on your panties and a nightgown. Opening the door to see your exasperated daughter stare up at you.

“What took you so long? Were you and daddy having a tickle fight again?”

“Yes, darling. Come on, let’s deal with Henry. He is just like your daddy, you know?”

“Wild man,” he really was. He was every bit as wild as Clark used to be. But marriage and children really calmed Clark down, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Life was different than you had planned, but you had finally learned to love where you are currently. Happy that you get to see Carter through Charlotte. She is every bit as sweet and loving as he was.

You give a curt smile to the host. Everyone here judged you for being with more than one man, and several hated you for taming Clark. He leans in behind you, kissing your neck, and placing another behind your ear, “They’re jealous that they couldn’t get me to settle down.”

“Oh, so Susie is someone you made a mess of?”

“Absolutely not. She’s someone I turned down. Such a prude. Here, take Henry, I’m going to go cook with the dads. Have yourself a cocktail,” he gives your ass a little swat before walking away, leaving you to kiss over Henry’s chunky cheeks.

“You know, I don’t know how you do it?” Judith, one of the more distant neighbors, says while walking up behind you.

“Do what? He’s really not that heavy.”

“Oh, no, dear, she means you and Clark,” you glance between her and Susie confused, and the host offers you a cocktail, “He can walk, right?” You answer yes, and she gives a point over to the kiddie pool. “He’ll be fine. I’m sure Clark won’t mind keeping an eye on him with you.”

Confused, you let Henry step onto the grass, and he runs right to his daddy’s legs. Crashing into them with a belly laugh, “See.”

“What about me and Clark?” You feared these women would never accept you as one of them. Bitter Betty’s. Throughout the years, the whispers never stopped. It didn’t help that you kept to yourself.

“Oh, honey, don’t get defensive. Of all the men that you could have found, you chose Carter’s best friend? Ain’t that a trip?” You smile sweetly at her, when in reality you want to gather your children and go back home. “How do they compare? I mean nobody was talking about Carter’s size, if you know what I mean.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Batting your eyes, you look straight at her, and thankfully her smile starts to fade.

“Don’t do that, it’s all good fun.”

“Yes, my first husband dying in a war is a riot. Thankfully Clark wasn’t drafted.”

“Did you ever, well, you know?” Judith shakes her head no at Susie, and you look between the two of them again. What were these women on. “I mean, everyone thought about relations with Clark. He’s practically slept with every woman in town.”

“Except you,” she shuts her mouth, clearing her throat. “No. I never once thought of Clark like that. In fact both of us were distraught when Carter passed. We fell in love during grief, and we fucked before we were married,” Susie gasps, placing her hand on her chest, and Clark turns around, now holding Henry. His face is full of concern as he watches you leave the women.

Leaning down to Charlotte in the water, “Lottie, come on, baby.”

“No, I’m playing with my friends.”

“Charlotte Abigail Baizen, out of the pool now!” You feel your cheeks inflame with anger as she pouts, climbing out of the pool, and Clark hands you the baby.

“I got her. Hey?”

“Don’t you thank them for inviting us either,” Grabbing Henry with a huff, and kisses his cheek you start to stomp home. Fuck all of them. They could go straight to the pits of hell for all you cared. They had no idea the inner battle you feel every single day. Feeling guilty that you can’t love Clark the way that you loved Carter because Clark would never be him.

But somehow in the midst of your turmoil you fell in love with Clark. The way he fathered your children. The way he looked at you every morning. You were feral for the way he treated you when it was just the two of you. It wasn’t the same, and would never be, but you and Clark had created something entirely different. You created a love that bloomed from grief and friendship.

Clark finds you in the living room, dancing around with Henry while an old record plays, shooing Lottie into her bedroom, when you kiss over Henry’s closed eyes. Humming along with the music when Clark comes back. He stands at the entrance of the living room, watching the two of you. “Cricket, go put him in his crib.”

“I need him right now.”

“Don’t use my son as a way to avoid this conversation,” looking up at him, you scowl. That isn’t what you’re doing. “Cricket, he’s asleep. Either you take him or I will.”

“Clark, you don’t understand.”

“Then put my son in the bed and explain it to me.”

“Your son,” you hold his body closer to you, wishing you could rewind the day, and never go to that stupid party. You didn’t need friends. “You never tell me what to do with your daughter. I guess because she’s Carter’s?”

“Go put Henry in the bed, and let’s talk about this because you’re being unreasonable. Now!” With a final kiss, you stalk out of the living room. Laying him down in his crib, and you pet along his perfect skin. He is one of the most beautiful little boys you have ever seen. Deciding it’s best not to make Clark wait too long, you walk back into the living room.

Clark is now in his chair, lighting up a cigarette when he looks at his watch, “That took almost five minutes. His room is just down the hallway.”

“You timing me? Can I not take my time to look at your son? I thought about stopping in Lottie’s room to help her change, but thankfully Carter’s daughter is smart enough to change out of her wet bathing suit.”

“What the fuck is your problem? Lottie is my daughter, Henry is my son, and they’re our children,” he watches your chest heave. Breathing angrily, you try not to shed a single tear. Clark has always been there. Was there the moment Charlotte was born, and you have built a beautiful life. “Why are we bringing up Carter?”

“Because he’s always going to haunt us. Because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, and you had to fuck his widow. Your best friend, Clark.”

“You weren’t complaining much,” you hate how he can be so calm when you are raging. You want to throw something at him. He is the reason you went to the party. “So why are we bringing him up?”

“Because those stupid bitches hate me. They hate that I married you, hate that I tied you down, and have your child.”

“They hate that you know what I feel like, and feel me everyday.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Yeah, for you,” you roll your eyes, starting to walk away, but Clark stands quickly, grabbing your wrist, and pulls you into his body harshly. “You’re my little slut, and I’m yours. I don’t care what those women think.”

“But I do! You insist on trying to be friends with the neighbors, and going out and being social. And I go there and they talk to me like I’m trash because I’ve had two dicks.”

“Who the fuck cares?! Are we happy? Are our kids happy? Did I not fuck my seed into you just this morning? Cricket, I don’t care about them. I care about you. You don’t want to be social, fine. We’ll get us a pool. Get the kids a playground. You and them are all I care about. And I’m not going to spend the next six months arguing about Carter. He’s gone. And…I’m glad.”

You lean back to gaze up at him, tears filling your eyes while you search his face. “I wouldn’t want to have missed this with you. So yeah, you tamed the slut. If he’d come back, I wouldn’t have you and our home. I love you, Cricket Bug. You’re my favorite person, followed by a tie for second. I can’t change his death, but I can love you fiercely, and take care of you. But I will not be the other man in my home. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” he wasn’t coming back. You could have done so much worse than Clark. And this man adored you. Worshiped you every morning while he kneels before your altar. “But don’t say you’re glad.”

“I am glad. But I’ll promise never to say it again. Just like I promise I won’t make you go to one of those parties ever again. Now, let’s eat some sandwiches, and then we’ll go find a playset for our children. Okay?” You nod your head. They were yours and Clark’s, Carter’s in spirit.

His hands slide around your middle, lips starting to nip around your neck, and you let out the most adorable giggle. “Clark, where are the kids?”

“Lottie is out front playing on hers and Henry’s new playset. The swings are her favorite. And I just laid Henry down for his nap,” he twists you around. Grabbing onto your waist harshly, he places you up on the counter. Planting his body in between your thighs.

Clark’s hands swipe away the baby hairs around your face, and he starts pressing soft kisses all over your face, “The kids.”

“Shh,” he whispers. His mouth moving behind your ear, following on down your neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for the life you’ve given me.”

“It’s me that should be thanking you.”

“Why’s that?” His head pops up, and those baby blue eyes bounce around your face. You smile up at him, biting your lip. “Honey, why should you thank me?”

“You saved us.”

”Us? What are you talking about, Cricket bug?”

Your hands roam up his chest, and around his neck, “You saved me and Lottie,” he starts shaking his head no, but you cup both his cheeks, grinning. “You did. You didn’t have to stay with me, with us. I was a wreck, and pregnant, and you made sure I ate, and…you loved me when I couldn’t love myself. You took care of her when I was still learning to cope. You kept us alive. And…”

“Please, stop. I did that because I love you, and her. And I love this life that we made.”

“Aww, Clark does have some sweetness, and not just need to fuck me.”

“You’re ruining this moment,” both yours and Clark’s heads look towards the door when you hear your daughter scream. “Lottie?” Jumping down off the counter, you head towards the front door. That is a scared scream.

—

Charlotte climbs up the slide ladder before going down it again. Stopping at the end of it, and she looks back at the house exasperated. Henry always had nap time when she wanted to play. Huffing, she moves over to the sandbox, starting to play with the tools while she waits on her brother’s short nap.

A man walks down the road to the house. His eyes look around the property longingly before stopping far enough in the distance to see Charlotte. Not close enough to alert her, but close to hear her voice. She sings a sweet little song while her fingers dig into the sand.

The man’s fingers run over the picket fence, it has been freshly painted, and he sighs. Walking a bit closer, the girl spots him, and gives him an odd look, “Are you here to see my mommy and daddy?”

“Daddy?”

“They’re inside,” she gives a point towards the front door, and the door is open. Letting a light breeze blow through it, but he can’t see anybody. “Mister?”

“Yeah,” he asks, squatting down to look at your daughter closer. She gives him a little giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Why do you have a beard? My daddy and grandpa don’t do that, no sir,” she said that word again. The man gulps before sitting down beside her. Sticking his hand in the sand. He picks up a wad of it before letting it fall back in the sandbox. “You don’t talk much.”

“I didn’t even know who I was for a long time.”

Scrunching up her nose, she looks at him funny. Giving a little scoot back, and even the man timidly scoots back, too. “What’s your name?”

“Charlotte. I was named after my angel daddy’s grandma,” the man gives her a soft smile, but then she looks into his eyes, “Why are you crying?”

“I’m overwhelmed right now.”

“Let me get my daddy. He’ll know what to do.”

“No,” he grabs her tightly, and she lets out a scream. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Charlotte, don’t scream.”

“Stop! Mommy!” The man goes to stand. Dropping her arm, and he sees the door open. “Mommy!” She turns running towards you, and you and him stare at each other for far too long. Seeing a tall shadow walk up behind you, he turns to leave.

You can’t believe what you saw. Trying to calm your breathing. It was all right, and so wrong, “Carter?” The man freezes, and Clark places a hand on your hip. “Carter Baizen?” Slowly he turns around to see you, but sees his former best friend behind you. “Carter?” He nods his head, and you gasp, covering your mouth.

Visions of your life with Carter flash through your mind. The moment a sweet little boy gave you a dandelion and told you he was going to marry you. Your first kiss behind the school house while Clark kept watch for the adults. The first time Carter touched you and you felt actual sparks fly between you. That first ‘I love you’. Every moment with your best friend, and the love of your life plays like the greatest story ever told.

Placing your daughter in Clark’s arms you walk over to him. It was him. A bit grown out and rough, but it was him. The same eyes. And the way he looked at you was the exact same. “I thought you were dead.”

“I did, too,” he looks back at Clark holding Charlotte, and then down to you. “What’s he doing here?” His eyes move towards your hand, noticing the ring on your finger. “No,” he shakes his head as tears stream down his face. “I told him not to fall in love.”

“What?”

“Carter, maybe we should go inside, and have a talk,” you look back at Clark. Unsure of what you need to feel. But Carter is alive, and he’s here. Clark turns with Charlotte still in his arms, but leaves you with your husband? Former husband?

“Cricket, what happened?”

“Life. Come on,” you aren’t sure what this means. Aren’t sure what you should think or react. But your Carter was right beside you. Following you into the house that you made a home with his best friend.

Getting into the living room with Clark now in Carter’s chair and Charlotte hugged up against him. “I’m sorry, bud. I couldn’t keep my promise,” hearing a creaking door, Carter’s eyes look down the hallway, and sees a little barefoot boy running towards you. Outstretched arms and calling for his mommy.

“This is my son, Henry Carter Kent,” Carter’s eyes slowly close. Swallowing the bile that threatens to rise up his throat. “Cricket, we can’t have this conversation with Lottie.”

”What comver — comversay — saytion��why can’t you talk in front of me?”

“Don’t make me do this,” Clark stares up at you shaking his head. Hoping you remembered the last ten minutes over right now. While you had happy memories flowing through your mind, he felt like his happy moments were being stole from him. “She won’t understand.”

“Tell me!” Charlotte grabs his cheeks, trying to get him to look at her, “Daddy, I wanna know.”

“What are we supposed to do with them?” Your words come out stiff. If you allow all the emotions to pour out you might just collapse on the floor. Everything is so overwhelming right now, and you don’t know what to think. What to do. What you had to do. Was yours and Clark’s marriage now a lie? What did this mean for your family? What did you want to do?

Carter was your everything. And then life happened and you settled into your new something. Yours and Clark’s relationship could be volatile at times. Things never flowed as easily as they did with Carter. But you two fought to make them work. Because you wanted to. Or did you just not want to be alone? And Clark was there accepting you when other men would turn away.

“Your folks can get them. Don’t make my daughter try and understand this,” Carter clears his throat, and Clark shakes his head no, pointing at him, “Don’t. She is mine. Cricket, honey, call your folks. I don’t want the kids to be part of this until…please, just don’t.”

“Can you give — just a moment. Clark’s right. Okay? They’ll be right here,” Carter nods. Having a seat on the couch in front of Clark, glaring. That was supposed to be his chair. His daughter. His home. His family.

His wife.

His life.

His everything.

It was all stolen from him. It should have been Clark.

Carter

or

Clark

A/N: Yes, this will be a choose your own adventure. So who do you choose? Carter or Clark? What is the right decision? is the decision for you or your children?

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[madhatterbri]

The Devil Wears Prada | C.B.

Summary: Reader catches the eye of the devil himself.

"Avoid the devil himself tonight, and you'll survive the upper Eastside," the woman altering your dress advised. You had just finished telling her how excited you were to be visiting your cousin, Nate. You two were so close until you moved to Miami.

"Devil? Who is the devil?" You asked while staring at your reflection in the mirror. The woman did wonders on your dress. You couldn't wait to attend the Heaven and Hell ball.

"Carter Baizen, dear, if he sticks his claws in you, it is all over," she warned.

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"I still can't believe you are here," Nathaniel Archibald smiled, walking around the different guests with you. Your arm linked with his as the two of you made your way towards his friends. "Last time we hung out this long, we played with my car set,"

You smiled and chuckled. "I know. This is all still so unreal. I'm glad our moms finally made up,"

Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at a boy staring at you. He wore a Prada suit. A black devil mask covered his appearance from the nose up. Despite you catching him looking at you, he never looked away.

"Hey Nate, who is," You turned your head and stopped when your cousin was gone. He must have seen Blair with some other man. Your poor cousin was still so in love with her. You turned your attention back to the bar, but now the mysterious man stood next to you.

"Care for a dance?" The man asked and opened his hand to her. He bowed, waiting for you to answer him. A blush flushed your cheeks. The last thing you were expecting was an offer for a dance. The man was definitely your type. Well dressed, handsome, and confident you couldn't possibly say no.

Wordlessly, you slipped your hand in his. He looks up at you with a devilish smile. His face moves closer to your hand and kisses the top of it. Your stomach feels as if a thousand butterflies have been released in there.

He never let's go of your hand. His fingers laced with yours as he led you to the dance floor. You look at all the other dancers. A sea of angels dancing with devils. The scene was so elegant. Miami never had parties like this.

The mystery man spun you around before wrapping an arm around your waist. You placed an arm on his shoulder. Your fingers glided over his neck. He shivered at your soft touch. His other hand held yours.

You followed his lead, never quite being a fan of ballroom dancing. In Miami, you were more known in the club scene. Those people didn't care what you looked like or what you did. They just wanted to unwind. The mystery man spins you around. On your way back to face him, he moves his lips close to your ear.

"I know everyone in the Upper East Side. How have I never seen you before?" He asked.

"I moved away when I was young. I've lived in Miami ever since," you answered.

"Archibald's cousin then? I remember hearing about you," he said.

"Yeah, are you friends with my cousin?"

He smirked. "Something like that,"

The music continued to play. Your cousin and his friends are a distant memory to you. He was different from your regular scene, but this man made it fun. He joked with you a couple of times. His eyes filled with glee every time you laughed. After a few songs, he spoke to you again.

"You want to go somewhere quieter? They have stairs to a balcony," he asked.

"Lead the way," you answered. As much as he was great, hearing the same classical notes was starting to bore you.

He laced your fingers in his and led you away from the ball. The classical music sounded quieter the higher you made it up the stairs. He held the door open for you once you arrived.

"Oh, wow," you gasped in amazement. The city lights lit up the night sky. Illuminated skyscrapers were your favorite part. They looked like they cast a beam of light to Heaven. "How did you know about this place?"

"My dad owns the building," he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You walked to the glass fence and smiled. Your eyes filled with amazement. Carter stood behind you. His hands rubbed your waist as you looked on. There was no way you could ever go back to Miami now.

"How long are you here for?" Carter asked and rested his head on yours.

"Another week. My aunt has offered for me to stay with her and Nate, but I'm not sure,"

"I think you should stay," he spoke and moved his head from yours. He took a step back to admire you.

You raised an eyebrow and turned your head. "Why?"

"So I can do this any time I want," he whispered and kissed your lips. You placed your hands on his neck. Back home, you would have never kissed a man you didn't know. New York was definitely different than Miami. Your phone buzzed in your purse.

"It's probably Nate. I have to go," you sighed. "It was nice meeting you...."

"Carter,"

The woman's warning played in your head, yet you ignored it. "See you around, Carter,"

Spotted: Golden Boy's little cousin meeting the real-life devil. Careful, Y/N, or you might get burned.

[starbuckie]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 3.7k words

warnings: birthday fun, autumn is spoiled af, bitchy upper east side parents, sweet fluff, y/n is getting frustrated, sad carter, why can’t these bitches get it together

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: i’m sorry this is coming to y’all so late, but i have the best one queued up soon!! please tell me if you enjoy and i do hope you do :) ALSO WE GET SMUT IN THE NEXT ONE i do love smut <3

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This was a lot more people than both Y/N and Carter had expected.

Especially for a one year old. Who had one hundred and two guests shoved inside a penthouse building for a one year old?

The room was barely enough to fit everyone, even with the three flights of terrace and a balcony outside, but they managed to do it. Little Autumn Eloise was being bounced about on her mother’s hip in her little J. Crew pajamas, looking as cute as a pumpkin with a chubby little grin and shining eyes. Carter had gone off to entertain a few of his father’s friends with the view of Manhattan from the west side of the fresh outside air, but Y/N was stuck inside. With her baby she had a little on the young side. 

Her maroon dress felt far too constricted as she practically suck her organs back into her ribcage. It was one thing to be a mother from an accident (scandalous), but she also had to look put together in front of the other women. She made sure to wear her best brunch dress, a little pencil skirt number that went just two inches above her knee for “modesty”. She’d been called a whore enough just for having sex with Carter. 

The women who surrounded her were the highest of the high. All known women of New York, with their own blossoming riches and of course, snotty outlooks on Y/N and Carter’s barely-getting-by form of parenting. She preferred to stay out of that conversation, and truthfully whenever those women were in attendance of any event she would try and avoid them, but seeing as her mother thought highly of them, she sent them invites in good old rich people fashion. 

Instead of listening to them talk about their own success and other’s flops, she quietly played with her baby, the most well-behaved one at the living room couch. Autumn grabbed at her pale pink acrylics with her tiny fingers, all until the shrill voice of blonde, stupid, judgmental Cheryl reached the baby’s ears. 

“So how are you and Carter getting along?” the older woman asked. Y/N, who was focused on the playful girl in her lap looked up with a quirked brow and a breaking grin. 

“What do you mean by that?”

The older woman glanced around at the other established ladies on the couch, all of them sharing some secret as they giggled under their breaths. “Well, it can’t be easy being a single mother, and with a boy like him I doubt that he’s been helping you out without a little... price.”

Shame filled her cheeks as she suddenly found Ellie ever so interesting. The baby whined softly, sensing her mother’s distress and she wrapped her arms tighter around the little girl. It was questions like these she despised. Not just because they were passive aggressive and rude, but also because she feared and questioned the same thing. Carter did have a reputation. He’d proved to Y/N that he’d changed over the past year, but how long would that last? When she started dating again (not that she was really able to find any viable suitors), would he leave her? When she stopped hooking up with him, because she really needed to stop indulging herself in that, would he find no other reason to stay?

It was a question that she preferred not to answer or even think of due to the stress it brought her alone, but as she began to change the subject, another one of her mom’s invitees opened her big mouth. “Does he still, you know, sleep around too? 

“Cheryl!” A rather loud voice came from the penthouse elevator, and Y/N gasped in relief when she realized who it was. There was only a voice that high and commanding on the Upper East Side, and that came in the form of a small brunette named Blair Waldorf. A small manicured hand landed on her left shoulder and she could’t help but lean into the comfort of it as she spoke. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! My mother and I were just talking about how miss you so much, thought we understand why you don’t come out as much anymore. It can’t be easy to show your face when the entire city of Manhattan knows that your husband left you after you slept with the chef.”

A few short gasps escaped the mouths of the ladies surrounding them as the diabolical, older blonde turned a deep shade of red. She excused herself quickly and clutched her gaudy fuschia purse to her chest as she scurried off past Blair, who wore snarl on her glossed lips as she looked over the woman. The rest of the couch stared at her in a mix of awe and straight up horror before she yelled at them. 

Her arms shooed them off as she made her way around the couch. “Move, move, do you wanna be next? I can make sure that happens right now and you can be just as scorned as blondie over there.”

They all fled in a hurry. No one dared to mess with the twenty-three year old Upper East Side queen. 

Y/N let her head fall back into the pillows of the couch, holding out her baby into Blair’s expecting arms. Despite having her own child with her husband, the businesswoman much preferred Autumn to Henry, who was still fussy and crying all the time. She told her it would take a while to grow used to the constant screaming and kicking and lack of sleep. 

“Thanks for saving me, B, I don’t know what the hell I would’ve done without you,” she sighed from the couch. She opened her brief-closed eyes and let out a groan. While only a group of pushy older women left, there were stiff at least another ninety three guests to host for two more hours. 

“Don’t thank me, thank Cheryl’s horrible taste of sponsor,” Blair let Ellie gnaw on her finger as she referred to the old bat. “Ugly witch had it coming for her at some point.”

They both shared a brief chuckle. It had been a while since her and her friend had been able to sit down together, without work coming between them or Henry’s incessant neediness. “Where’s Chuck?”

The brunette tilted her perfectly combed head towards the wide windows of the penthouse, where Chuck stood with his arms crossed while talking to Carter. The latter was holding Henry in his arms, the usually rowdy baby finally a  sleeping bundle of serenity. While it had been nearly five years since they had last held a “rivalry”, it was still strange to see them so civil with each other. They cooperated in their business quite often too. Baizen and Bass. An unexpected yet powerful duo. 

A faint grin tugged at Y/N’s glossed lips as she watched Carter laugh at something his friend said. She was catching his disease. She didn’t know whether it was grin, his boyish charm, or his heart, but she was down bad again. She hated that he was always able to hack down the walls of her heart with just the smooth timbre of his voice, but she couldn’t deny that the bittersweet heartache of it all was worth it. 

He peered inside of the building, seeming to look for someone, until he found her eyes. It was like the moment of realization, with Carter smiling even wider, as she waved to him with an under the breath laugh. The man looked down to his arms at the baby and lifted one of his chubby arms to wave at her. She laughed a little louder as she blew kisses to him in a more than dramatic fashion.

A cough ruined the moment. 

When Y/N looked back over at her best friend, she was wearing some sort of knowing smirk, her lips pursed and an brow raised. The iconic Blair Waldorf scheming look. “What are you thinking about, B?”

“How are you and Carter getting along, Y/N?” She asked. Y/N visibly shrunk into herself, her shoulders slumping and her eyes flitting down into her lap.

“Blair-”

“No, we are going to discus this now, L/N!” She insisted. The younger woman groaned under her breath, but glanced back to her friend. “You’ve either gotten stupider by the day or I’ve just never noticed how oblivious you are, but one thing is for sure and it’s the fact that you are blinder than a goddamn mole when it comes to how in love with you that man is!”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause he’s not?” She lowly chuckled. “Besides, even if he did… love me, I mean, it’d be too messy. He’s never lingered for long in the past and the last thing Ellie needs is to be as fucked up as either of us because her parents acted selfishly. We need stability. And Carter can’t provide that.”

“Bullshit.” Blair rolled her eyes. “You know that Carter is a solid man now. A decent one even, but though I’d never tell him that to his face. He already gives you guys the support that you need-”

“Hey,” Y/N cut her off sharply, a near deadly tone in her voice, “I do not need support.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that, Y/N, but there’s something else I mean to say. You are Carter’s person. Before lovers or co-parents, you’ve been there for him because you insist that he’s just your friend. But before Serena, before Beth, before either of you even got to highschool. Every time he screws up he goes to you, Y/N. You’ve always been it for him.” Blair rested a hand on her knee, rubbing her skin in small circles. “You’re the only one he listens to, and it’s because he needs you. With all the shit he’s done in his life you’re the one keeping him afloat.”

Y/N wanted to respond. Say something to put away the stupid fish-like expression she wore at her best friend’s words, but there was nothing. Her throat was empty and she wanted to agree with the hopeful words spilling from Blair’s mouth, but that would be admitting that she needed Carter as well. And what would the use in establishing herself as independent be if she revealed that part of her she thought she’d shoved so carefully in a shoebox behind her heart.

But when her voice came back, she didn’t say that. She didn’t indulge.

“Prince Charming and the screamer, twelve o’clock,” Y/N murmured into her glass. The woman opposite of her seemed thrown off by her response and squinted at her. “Your husband and screaming child, twelve o’clock, B.” Blair looked over her head, searching for her husband and the woman rolled her eyes. “Other twelve o’clock, B.”

The brunette huffed. “I knew that.” She plastered a smile on her face and turned around, watching her husband return to her with their baby back in his arms. 

“Hello, my dove,” Chuck dropped a kiss to his wife’s bare shoulder and reached over her to place Henry in her arms. “Y/N, you look as beautiful as ever.”

The woman graciously smiled as a pair of warm hands heated up the chill of her spine. “Thank you, Chuck. It’s always a pleasure to have you here.”

“Quit the niceties, sweetheart,” Carter rubbed your tired muscles, “Bass is a menace and he always finishes up your Morocco burgundy.”

“It was made to be drunk, Baizen,” she leaned her head back on the couch rest to find his bright blue eyes already staring down at her, “‘sides, you’re not one to talk when you constantly down my supplies for strawberry daquiris straight from the bottles, you bastard.” 

The couple sitting opposite of them laughed at Carter’s expense as the offended man pinched the skin of Y/N’s shoulder. She squealed, leaning to get away from him and she realized how big she was smiling compared to just minutes before. He really did lighten up the room just by entering it. 

Blair and Chuck’s chuckles died down, but the first glared expectantly between the two “we’re happy as we are” co-parents. “Y/N, doesn’t it say on the itinerary that we were going to have cake at one-thirty?”

The woman in question glanced down at the delicate watch that laid across her wrist, encrusted with small pearl orbs that Carter got custom made for her when she first got accepted into Harvard. Oops. Perhaps she had lost track of the time.

She pushed herself off of the inviting cushions with a quiet but still heard groan, and arched back to get all the kinks out of her bones. “Well, now we’re gonna eat cake at two. I don’t think anybody noticed, it’s fine, right?” She placed Ellie into Blair’s awaiting arm, letting her closest friend coddle both of the children at the same time. “Carter, darling, could you possibly gather-”

“I’ll have them around here in three minutes, time me.” He grasped her face with his hands and placed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. She grimaced. “You taste good.”

The couple behind them groaned with disgust (even though they were in no place to do so after the Anna Karenina incident), and he grabbed her ass as he went to go grab the elderly guests who wandered about the elegant penthouse. Right before she left, she caught the two’s eyes and Y/N knew that somehow Blair had telepathically given Chuck all the information he needed to know about where she stood in her feelings for Carter. Or maybe she was just the drop-dread obvious. Neither of the scheming couple would never tell her. 

“Shut your traps, you’ll catch flies.” The heels of her beige Louboutins clicked across marble floors as she stomped away from them with an exhausted put on her face. A quiet mumble of a song, a French one she’d learned in elementary school when she was young, passed through her lips as she sashayed and shimmied her way across the emptying kitchen to the fridge where she opened the door to be met with a cool hit of air. 

With two delicate, steady hands, she grabbed the carefully wrapped box that sat front and center of the middle rack and bumped the door shut with her hip. A matchbox and candle laid ready on the cutting board on the island and she made sure to grab those too before heading out to face the crowds. 

As sure as Carter’s word, every single guest, all ninety-five of them remaining, had been gathered around Ellie’s father who sat holding her on the seat where she had been before. However, even with the near hundred people laying in her living room, not a single one made a peep of a sound as she entered with a graceful gait, laying the intriuging box onto the table with poise.

A small huff of air left her lungs when she stood back up, done with having to A. hold her breath to not drop the cake and to B. force herself to smile while nearly a hundred guests had their eyes directly on her. From there, the spotlight was lifted from her, and rather to her daughter, her short arms desperately grasping for her as she tried to grab her attention.

“Ma-” Sweet, young Autumn tried to sound out the vowels to call out her mom, something she’d only started doing a few days before. It was a trivial thing, the firsts weren’t all too impressed with the baby for saying her first and only word, but to her parents, it was everything.

“Good job, pumpkin!” Carter cooed excitedly. His nose nuzzled the smooth skin of her chubby cheek as she grinned a toothless little grin. “You’re the smartest baby I know, aren’t you? My bright little girl.” He bounced her on one knee as they both watched the cake box being opened intriguingly to reveal a gorgeous, layered cake.

Gold foil and yellow fondant shaped leaves spread out across the pristine vanilla buttercream. Tired layers, shaped in obscure triangles, sat one on top of each other. And, of course, Milk Bar had naturally gathered the finest floral arrangement to surround the base of the cake. Small, delicate chrysanthemums lined the sharp angles, adding a warming touch and also drawing the baby’s attention as she attempted to reach forward and grab them.

Carter securely adjusted his daughter so she wouldn’t fall to the floor and gently drew her arms back. “Mama’s gonna light the candle for you, baby, we don’t want you to get burned.” His eyes flickered up to Y/N, bent over the cake and placing the gold candle in the center. It nearly looked as is the gold dropped from it, into small reflecting pools of leaves onto the cake. So it was far, far to elegant for the baby herself (truthfully, the small girl would’ve preferred a nice cinnamon apple mush to a pumpkin cake), but the guests were more than impressed, clapping when her mother finally set fire to the candle.

She dusted off her hands on the dress and sat up, looking around with a grin. “If you guys wanna take it away…”

High voices lifted the room in spirit, and Y/N finally found some peace for the day.

“C’mon, mama, come sit over here.” The mischievous blue-eyed man fixed Y/N with his signature smirk to where she stood. He glanced down to his lap and she had to roll her eyes. People around them had started to sing for the baby and she figured that she just had to give in. She gently scooted her way past the table to the couch and looked down at him.

“Mm,” she hummed, glancing towards Blair, who was grinning viciously at her, and then back to the cocky menace. “Thanks for the seat, Baizen.”

She lifted up Autumn from his arms and squealed when he then suddenly grabbed her around the waist. Her body landed right on top of his thighs, with a giggling Autumn cuddled tightly in her arms. He head naturally came back to crash against his shoulder and she had to hide her huge smile in the expanse of skin that was revealed from his collared shirt.

“Happy birthday, dear Autumn,” her parents sang to her, each with a miniature hand wrapped around their larger fingers, “Happy birthday to you.”

“Do you wanna blow the candle out, honey?” Y/N gasped excitedly. A feeling of a fireplace warmth seeped into her skin as Carter’s arms wound tighter around her waist as she supported their baby. “You’re such a big girl now, Ellie, you can do it.”

“Hey,” she whispered breathily.

“Hey, yourself,” he grinned back. His eyes were clear. That she could see now. And she knew it was dangerous, to tiptoes across their fine drawn line, the one that separated them from being co-parents and friends with benefits to …partners- but he was right there. He was right there in front of her, all hers for the taking, if she could just push herself to say some three words that would change everything for them.

“Carter, I…” Her eyes flickered behind her, right to where she saw Cheryl. So the bitch had returned, and at the perfect time as well. The old woman was just the reminder she needed as to why they couldn’t be together.

Everyone was staring at them and she felt closed in. The eyes of the best of the best, those that would construct their futures with words and rumors were watching her about to make one of the biggest decisions of her life.

She was never a decision maker before, why would she be now?

And Carter stared into her eyes, and she could see him. He was pleading, and for a second she let herself believe that he loved her too. He did.

But then Autumn squealed loudly, startling both of them alike. Her train of thought fell off the track.

The baby just stared at the small, flickering light with wide, curious eyes. Y/N scurried out of his lap and Carter cleared his throat, looking away like she’d just spit molten lava at him, which she had, though she’d never known.

And the woman looked ashamed. She’d nearly just ruined her child’s future, she’d nearly professed her love for Carter in front of the elite society she was supposed to grow up in. But they were too messy. It just couldn’t be.

With a small pat to her round tummy, Y/N shifted Ellie a comfortable distance from the candle. “Go on, darling, make a wish.”

Her small lips puckered up and with a deep exhale, she attempted to extinguish the melting gold candle shaped in the letter one, but to no avail. Guests exchanged small laughs all around the couch and coffee table, grinning at the newest high society baby. 

If any of the prissy old ladies or judgemental men of the Upper East Side had been able to make that wish for Autumn, they all wished for her to be as wealthy and successful as her parents, as beautiful as the mother who had raised her and as intelligent and quick-minded as her father. They would’ve asked for her to be a true socialite- a pure woman of heart, of mind, a girl who was raised in academics and pushed by her parents to be someone in the world. They wished for her to bring her family honor- to be greater than any of them. They wished for the biggest things of such a small, fragile creature.

But when the little girl finally managed to blow the candles out, Autumn Eloise’s parents only wished for her to never have to feel the pain of not being able to have the one person she loved, just as they did.

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Carter Baizen Masterlist 

One Shots / Drabbles

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

how you get the girl | c. baizen

pairing: carter baizen x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   - I know but ...

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

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

   - What is this about, baby?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 Once again, no response.

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

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

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

    - I figured you would take pity on me. 

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

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

    - I know, you left me 201 voicemails.

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

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

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

    - You never talk to me about these things.

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

   - Where would you get that idea?

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

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

   - It sure feels like it.

   - I’m sorry. 

   - I’m sorry too, baby. 

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

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

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

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

   - Who said it was great?

   - Watch it. 

[captainscanadian]

Exception | Carter Baizen x Reader (Part 9) - FINALE

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Summary: What goes around comes around. 

Word Count: 3700+

Pairing: CEO!Carter Baizen x Lawyer!Reader, Carter Eleanor Lydia Baizen x OMC Christian Shepherd

Warnings: Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Mentions of alcohol and prostitutes

A/N: This is my entry for @baezen‘s writing challenge. Shout out to @franksufferbuddy @propertyofpoeandbucky and @tinymalscoffee​ for being the reason why I even finished this fic. They were all so motivating! <3 But this is it, folks! It’s over! I finished another fic. 

To say that the summer of 2020 had been a whirlwind would be an understatement. From your father’s sudden hospitalization that prompted your return to the Upper East Side, to your reunion with Carter Baizen and his unfortunate accident that led to your daughter’s arrival in New York City, to your rushed wedding… things had happened so fast that they seemed too good to be true. 

A perfectly happy ending that you did not think you deserved until you were reminded that not everyone was perfect. Your parents weren’t perfect in the way they had raised you, Gregory and Lydia weren’t perfect in the way that they had raised Carter, and you and Carter weren’t any different. The two of you had never been perfect. But you had made your worst mistakes, learned your hardest lessons and now you would move forward with your lives and try to be the best parents you could possibly be to your daughter. 

“Alright, she said she needs a few more minutes to get ready.” Annalise announced as she exited your daughter’s bedroom and jogged down the stairs. “How are you two feeling?”

As you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your arms crossed against your chest, you shook your head. “Annalise, I’m fine… I’ve seen her in school uniform before.” You reminded her with a sigh, turning over to look at your husband who looked as though he was holding back his tears even before your daughter had even walked out wearing her new uniform. 

“But you haven’t seen her in Constance uniform.” 

“I’m starting to think that the three of you are making way too big a deal about this.” You shook your head. “Constance is not a big deal, you know? She got in because she had good grades, there was no surprise there. She’s going there because she earned her place there and we’re not treating her any differently because she got in.” After all, humility was the one thing you wanted to teach your daughter even before she had arrived in the Upper East Side. “It’s just a plaid skirt and a white button-up blouse, for crying out loud.” 

“Our daughter going off to Constance is a big deal, Y/N.” Carter pointed out as he rested his head against your shoulder. “It’s not about the uniform. It’s about the legacy. You went to Constance, my sister went to Constance, our parents and grandparents went to Constance. It’s about the legacy that Carter’s about to uphold. You know how this works. Going to Constance means that she’s now officially a part of the Upper East Side and… she’s inevitably a part of our legacy here.”  

You nudged him away before rolling your eyes. “Come on, Carter. We’ve been saying that all summer. Yes, she is our legacy but… she doesn’t have to feel the pressures of it. That kind of pressure at that age doesn’t do anyone any good and you and I know better than anyone else… what the kind of pressure does to you when you’re young..” 

“Are you saying that you don’t want her going to Constance then?” He asked as he looked over at you, biting down on his bottom lip as he realized that you must have had your own anxieties when it came to letting your daughter run loose in the Upper East Side. As any mother should, especially when you had been through what you had been through when you had been a teenager yourself. Raising a teenage daughter in this hell hole was not going to be a walk in the park. “Y/N, talk to me…” 

“Carter, you know that’s not what I mean…” You shook your head before wrapping your arms around him. “I have no problem with her going to Constance. It’s just that… her world is about to change so drastically once she starts school here. The rich kids in London are not the same as the rich kids in New York, you know? I don’t want her to go into a culture shock when she realizes how wild the kids at Constance and St. Jude’s really are. I know how she is and I trust her. But I can’t say the same about the kids who… weren’t raised the same way I raised her. You know, I’ve done a lot of stupid shit because of peer pressure and I don’t want that for her.” 

Pulling you into a tight hug, he nodded understandingly. “Hey… I know what you mean. You worry about her because you’re a good mother. But she’s just a kid, Y/N. She is going to be exposed to the things that we were exposed to when we were kids. She’s going to make mistakes and we’re going to let her figure out the kind of person she wants to be. But you need to understand that she’s not going to make the same mistakes we made, because we’re here for her. We’re going to be here for her for as long as she needs us to. You raised her well, Y/N. Perhaps you should trust your good parenting like I do.” 

You chuckled softly at his last words before you pulled back from his embrace. “I never would have thought that Carter Baizen would be such a good father. But you seem to be doing much better at this parenting game than I am…” You admitted, leaning over to peck his lips. “I’m glad you’re a part of her life, Carter. She needed her father.” 

“Getting to be a dad was the best thing that happened to me, Y/N.” He admitted. “Us being a family, living right here in the Upper East Side of Manhattan where we grew up, our daughter going off to Constance… all of this feels right, like this is where we’ve always belonged, no matter how far we run away. This is home, this is us… and this was always how it was supposed to be.” 

You could not help but agree with that. This was always how things were supposed to be. You and Carter are married, your family businesses merged and your children attending Constance and St. Jude’s. “Think you can give her a ride to school on your way to the office?” You asked your husband, smiling in contentment. 

Carter nodded. “I can do that.” He replied, raising his eyebrow at you. “Why, babe? Are you not coming into the office today?” 

You shook your head. “I have to tie up some loose ends with the firm back in London.” You replied, shrugging. “I’ve still got a bit of lawyering to do for the day.” 

“Lawyering… right.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh and before I forget, you still owe me a date, remember?” 

You raised your eyebrow at his words. “Do I? I mean, forgive me for going against our deal, Mr. Baizen. But if I remember correctly, you clearly said to me that me going on a date with you would mean that you would back out from the offer to merge our companies. Now that the merger’s well under way, I guess that pretty much means that I no longer owe you a date, right?”

He shook his head at your words before laughing softly. “You really are a good lawyer, aren’t you?”

“I can’t believe it took you this long to realize that.” 

As Carter Eleanor Lydia Baizen stood in front of the floor length mirror in her walk-in closet, she could not help but admire how she looked exactly like the younger version of her mother - just as everybody had been telling her ever since she arrived in New York. She had heard from her grandparents and Annalise that she was Y/N with Carter’s eyes, and as she looked at her reflection now, she started to see it too. She really was the best of her parents. 

Growing up without a father was not an easy thing for any young child. But knowing who her father was and still not being able to see him had been the hardest. When she had first asked you about her father, she had only been taken over by her own curiosity. She simply just wanted some answers to the unanswered questions about her life. But she had felt comfortable enough to ask you about him because you had raised her to be open and trusting with you. She had seen you as her closest friend rather than a mother, thanks to you being a young mother. 

You did not feel the need to hide the truth about Carter because you knew she needed to know at some point. Telling her that her father’s name was Carter Baizen and that he had been her best friend in the Upper East Side of New York City seemed to be more than enough. You hadn’t told her of the past that you had shared with him. You hadn’t told her about the mistakes you had made. The partying, the underage drinking, the drugs and the truly opulent wealth… you had kept it from her for the sake of protecting from the harsh reality of the Upper East Side. 

Perhaps that was why she was extremely nervous about starting at a new school in a new city. Having attended boarding school back in London, Carter Eleanor never had a problem making new friends. As no one really knew who she was, she had found it much easier to get along with people. But in a world where everyone knew her parents, she felt that she had quite the reputation to live up to. Boy, if she only knew… 

As she made her way down to see you and Carter standing at the bottom of the stairs, she could not help but smile nervously. “How do I look?” She asked, fixing the collar of her shirt as she swung her Birkin bag over her shoulder - a back to school present from her doting aunt. 

“Like a true Upper East Side ‘It Girl’.” You replied with a grin, making your husband look over at you in disbelief. “What? It’s true.” 

“You look like a princess, baby girl.” He agreed, his eyes glazing over at the sight of her in her uniform. He had hoped to keep his tears to himself, but failed miserably at the sight of how much she resembled your younger self. “Like my princess.”

“Thanks, dad.” She smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. 

You watched in awe as the two of them hugged, a part of you regretting having kept your daughter away from her father for as long as you had. But you knew that bringing her back to Manhattan had been the right thing to do. She seemed a lot happier here than she was back in London, making the most out of being in her father’s presence, having weekly shopping trips to Fifth Avenue with her Aunt Caroline and taking up an internship at the New York Spectator for the next summer at her Uncle Nate’s insistence. She really did belong in New York. 

With your Carters leaving for the house for the day, you found yourself crouching down to the tiled floor of your bathroom and emptying the contents of your breakfast into the toilet. At first you had assumed that it must have been indigestion. But you weren’t a complete idiot. You had been tracking your cycle ever since you had gotten rid of your IUD and you hadn’t missed your period once… not until now. 

Annalise Rosetti was a very observant and well-prepared woman, so she had bought you a handful of pregnancy tests the moment she learned that you had gotten your IUD removed. The thought that you were considered having more children, that too with Carter of all people, had been delightful to the woman who had been there during every step of your relationship with him. 

When she heard you gagging in your bathroom, she had rushed to your aide. “Miss. Y/N?” 

“Call Carter.” You told her as you flushed the toilet and gargled your mouth, splashing some cold water on your face as your eyes glazed over. “Tell him to cancel his meetings and come home right now. I need him here.” 

As you looked up at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, you could not help but feel the sense of deja vu that was lingering around your bathroom. In this same bathroom fifteen years ago, you had taken a pregnancy test that had come out positive. Feeling lost and confused at the age of seventeen, fearing that Carter might end your relationship if he ever found out, you had discarded the test and boarded your family’s private jet to Santorini. 

Had you told Carter the truth that night, your life would have turned out to be so different now. Perhaps this time around, you could do things right. Have Carter be a part of this pregnancy every step of the way. If you were going to take the test now, then you knew that you needed your husband right there with you. Keeping your pregnancy from him once had cost you fifteen years, and you were not going to make that mistake once again. 

When Carter Baizen had gotten that panic-stricken phone call from Annalise that morning, he had certainly gotten worried - his first thought had been that he had seen you that morning and you seemed fine when you sent him off to work. The woman hadn’t disclosed the reason why you needed him home so soon, but he wasn’t going to question it either. If you needed him home, then he would just drop everything he was doing at the office and drive back home. 

Worried as he arrived at the penthouse, he had rushed over to your bedroom the moment he stepped out of the elevator. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, he had found you crouched down by the toilet. “Y/N?” He called out to you, the concern clearly evident in his voice. “Babe, are you okay?”

You looked up at him, the tears streaming down your face as you tried to fight the nausea. “Carter… I-I don’t feel too good.” You told him, holding your hand out. 

Carter was quick to crouch down beside you, pulling your hair out of your face and rubbing your back. “Are you alright? Do you want me to call for the doctor?” 

You shook your head as you grabbed onto his arm, finally getting off of the floor and walking towards the sink. “Carter…” You wiped away your tears and turned on the water, gargling your mouth. “I’ll be fine…” 

“Y/N? What’s going on?” He frowned at the sight of you, but hugged you from behind as he worried. “Babe, talk to me.” 

“I think I’m pregnant.” You replied, looking up at him. “I’ve been tracking my cycle since I got my IUD removed and… I haven’t had my period. Annalise thought that I should take a test, but I just… I wanted you here.” Turning around to face him, you sniffled. “I wanted you to be a part of this pregnancy, every step of the way.” 

A smile crept upon his lips as he heard your words, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as he tightened his grip around you and rested his chin against your shoulder. “Oh darling…” His hands gently caressed your belly as he looked over at your reflection in the mirror. 

The mere thought that you wanted him to be a part of every single step in this pregnancy made Carter realize that he had finally redeemed himself in front of your eyes. From being the man whom you had loathed the most in this world to being the love of your life as he was always meant to be, he knew that you had always been the one who would get him out of his guilt. He was not proud of who he used to be back then, and he had always believed that being stripped of knowing his firstborn had been the price he had to pay for being so awful. But now, knowing that he would get to spend the rest of his life as your husband and the father of your children, knowing that it was what you wanted, none of the riches of the Upper East Side could ever hold up to that. 

“I couldn't do it without you.” 

He knew exactly what you meant by that, which was probably why he found himself tearing up. His own mistakes had been the reason why you had walked away from him, and the pain you must have felt when you had to do everything on your own, he could never imagine how you could have done it. He may not have had the privilege to be there back then, but he knew that he had to be here now. 

“You don’t have to.” Carter had assured you. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not letting you do anything stupid, you hear me? We’re doing this and we’re doing it together, just like we always used to do things since we were kids.” 

“Carter Baizen?! You're named after a legend!” 

“Carter Baizen and Y/N Y/L/N set the standards for being the ‘it couple’ around here!”

“None of us could ever live up to Y/N Y/L/N!” 

“You’re the secret love child of Y/N and Carter Baizen?” 

Not that Carter Eleanor had ever expected to find out about her parents’ udying reputation during her first day at Constance Billard School for Girls or anything. Her existence in itself was a reminder that her parents had been quite wild during their teenage years. But the extent of their influence in that school that seemed to have lasted more than fifteen years seemed just as commendable as it was a concern to that poor unexpecting child. 

Before she even set foot into her homeroom class, Headmistress Queller had made it known that her parents had been some of the worst behaved pupils she’d had during her career - here’s to hoping that she won’t live up to that legacy. Not the best start to the next four years, your daughter had thought, at least until she arrived at homeroom. 

Hearing her name being called during the attendance call had only sparked the interest of her classmates. Carter had never been ashamed to be named after her father. After all, it made her feel as though the man had always been a part of her life despite not actually being there until very recently. God, she wished someone would have told her that Carter Baizen was a legend - she’d had no clue until it was lunchtime, and she’d had a mob of upper year students from both Constance and St. Jude’s crowding around her table saying things about the so-called legend that she was apparently named after. 

“Uh… not really a secret since I’m here right now and not really a love child anymore now that they’re married?” She pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders, making a mental note to sit her parents down for a good scolding when she got home that night. “I’m kind of… very legitimate here, folks.” 

“You know, your dad invented the Lost Weekend, right?” One of the St. Jude’s boys who had introduced himself as Christian Shepherd mused. “He’s like a total legend around here.” 

Not that she had been paying attention to anyone else’s names, but she thought that one was cute. “The Lost Weekend?” She raised her eyebrow slightly, curious about her father’s reputation at his high school. 

“It’s kind of like a tradition around St. Jude’s. The juniors get together for a weekend and we stay away from the outside world. We drink, we party, we have fun.” He explained, his lips curling into a smirk. “No girls allowed though.”

“Not that I’d ever want to be a part of something like that…” She shook her head. “No offense to those of you who want to be going to that party. But fifteen years from now, it’ll all seem pointless. Believe me, I would know.” 

“I’ll be hosting this year’s Lost Weekend at my place. I’ll be providing the food, the drinks, the girls… and everyone practices what I preach during those forty eight hours.” He pointed out once again. “I’d hate to say it the way it is, beautiful. But your father would be so disappointed to know that you’re not keen on having his legacy live on.” 

“Hm…” Perhaps it was the fact that she was Carter Baizen’s daughter, but she knew a wannabe bad boy when she saw one. “So, you think that throwing some stupid party and bribing your classmates with alcohol and hookers would be enough to make everyone practice what you preach?” 

“What more could they ask for?” The boy asked, the smirk on his lips not even fading as he was being challenged by a freshman. He was only letting her speak because she was Carter Baizen’s daughter. “I do appreciate some suggestions for improvement though, if you had any. Surely, being the daughter of Carter Baizen means that you could enlighten me on what makes a good Lost Weekend.” 

“Oh no, I want no part in that party of yours or what it means to the boys of St. Jude’s. But if you’re really naive enough to think that hosting this party is a rite of passage… then suit yourself. I’m not going to stop you.” She wanted to laugh at how stupid this all seemed. But she was a fourteen year old girl who could not stand to see some pointless party be her parents’ legacy - to her, they were more than two self-obsessed teenagers who constantly made mistakes. “I’d hate to say it the way it is, Shepherd, but you can’t really be talking out of your ass about keeping up with Carter Baizen’s legacy when you’re looking right at her.” 

The air was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. But as the current bad boy of the Upper East Side stood there defeated by the new girl in town, one would not have been able to tell that this was just another saga in the making. 

They always started with the good girl hating the bad boy. 

[hansensgirl]

something hella smutty and kinky with carter baizen,, reader is a humphrey 🥺🥺

warnings | vaginal sex, daddy kink, drinking, limousine sex, overstimulation, smut, 18+

pairings | carter baizen x reader

You giggle softly as the driver starts the car. Carter presses soft kisses to your neck, his hand slowly moving towards your pussy. He moves your panties to the side and rubs your wetness around. You moan softly and move your hand to his hard cock. It strained against the expensive trousers he wore. You palmes him softly, making him groan quietly.

You push away his hands, confusing him. “Babe-” he begins, but your shush him with a heated kiss. You crawled onto his lap and continued to make out with him. You unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock from his boxers. You gave it a few strokes, before lining it up to your entrance. Carter thrusted up into you, making you cry out in pleasure. He fucked up into you roughly, his hand lazily wrapped around your diamond adorned neck.

“Daddy!” You moan out loudly, reaching down to rub your clit. You clenched around Carters cock, close to your release. All at a sudden, he stops fucking you. You whine loudly, and pout like a baby. He sends you a glare, a silence threat that has you fixing your attitude. He reaches into the cooler and grabs a bottle of Moët. He pulls of your flimsy dress and open the bottle. Without warning, he pours the champagne all over you. The coolness pouring over your sensitive nipples has you whining once again.

He attaches his mouth to your breast and sucks, swirling his tongue around the nub. He begans to fuck you once again, and you find yourself cumming all over yourselves. You rub your clit hard, eager for another orgasm. At your second orgasm, you both came at the same time. “The night has only begun, princess”.

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