#carter baizen

[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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[beyondthefold]

SEBASTIAN STAN as CARTER BAIZEN Gossip Girl S01E04 "Bad News Blair"

[vellicore]

THE ERAS (SEBASTIAN‘S VERSION)

[sava-wu]

vanderbaizen aesthetic ↳ ambience

(carter x serena) gossip girl ‧ 2007 - 2012

[thebluemage]

[madhatterbri]

Secret | C.B.

Summary: Chuck's sister has a secret she can never tell.

"One night stand is such an ugly phrase," Carter tutted while leaning against the bedroom door frame. He wore a pair of basketball shorts. His body a testament to the events that took place in his room last night. Bite marks and scratches adorned his body. His hair a mess from last night's conquest. "Can we use different terms to describe last night? Sensational? Orgasmic?"

Kinsley Bass shot a glare at him. She was currently looking through his bed for her clothes. After being unable to locate her shirt, she moved on her hands and knees to continue looking for her belongings. So far she had her bra, shorts, and underwear. Her shirt had to be around there somewhere.

"Can you be a gentleman and help me find my shirt?"

"I like you better with nothing on," he answered with a shrug. "Why would I help you find your clothes?"

"Nevermind, Baizen," she sighed and stood from the floor. Kinsley pushed past him to enter his living room. Her shirt laid on the floor by the coach. Memories of his fingers snaking underneath her shirt flashing in her mind.

"Last name again? That is disappointing. I loved the way you purred Carter in my ear," he reminisced. "Actually there are several moments I loved about last night. Do you want a list?"

"Must you be a jack ass every day?" She groaned loudly. Her head started to pound. She rubbed her temples. Promptly, her shirt was placed over her head and on her body.

"You know if you get to know me I'm not so bad," he assured her. Kinsley's phone buzzed. A message came through from her limo driver that he was waiting for her downstairs. "What do you think daddy would say knowing his little girl likes to be spanked?"

"I guess we won't ever find that out. Arthur is here. Time to forget this ever happened. Goodbye forever, Baizen," she called out while walking to the door. The apartment complex Carter lived in was strangely empty. Hopefully no one would alert Gossip Girl that she was here.

Kinsley rushed to the limo. Her hair hid her face so anyone taking pictures could not identify her. Arthur had the door open for her. She thanked him before sliding in the limo.

The ride was peaceful until her friends started texting her phone. They told her to check Gossip Girl. Kinsley wondered if her brother did another scandalous act for Blair. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at a picture of herself. The caption made her feel worse.

Spotted, a fish out of water. Well, more like a bass out of water. What is Kinsley doing in this part if New York in yesterday's clothing? Looks like Daddy’s little girl is more spice than sugar after all.

Xoxo,

Gossip Girl

[geminijade]

A/N: I'm so excited to post my first request from @reelovesbuckybarnes !! I hope this helps you feel better 💕 💓

Trigger warnings: language, smut, absentee parents, underage drinking, light angst and sex. P in V, oral and fingering. Minors are not allowed. All mistakes are my own and I am so very sorry that it took me this long to deliver but I'm excited for you to read it. As always likes, hearts, comments and reblogs are absolutely appreciated. Happy reading! 📚

Hot Summer in the City

"Welcome back, everyone. It's officially the first day of summer in NYC. It's shaping up to be one of the hottest summers on record..." Y/N groaned and rolled over to turn off the alarm. Today's the day. The day that's supposed to be dedicated to you. Your birthday.

You slowly opened up one eye and sat up in your four poster queen bed and threw the covers off and made your way to the bathroom, grabbing your phone on the way. You sat down and started going through all of the birthday messages and reacted accordingly. Not seeing any messages from the one person that you've been waiting for you put your phone down and make your way to the kitchen, expecting to see your parents but the only person who you see is one of your parents staff. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and saw a note from your mom telling you that your dad had an important business meeting in the Hamptons and couldn't reschedule and to use your father's Amex Black Card and celebrate your birthday in style. "Happy Birthday to me."

You went back to your room and flopped onto your bed and brought up the menu from your favorite restaurant and ordered the most expensive breakfast item. While you were waiting for the food to be delivered you got a text from your boyfriend Carter. It immediately brought a smile to your face, he told you that he'd be stopping by to spend the day with you. While you waited for your food to be delivered you decided to book a dinner reservation at the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the Upper East Side for your birthday dinner. A romantic dinner for you and Carter, all on Daddy's dime.

As you were on hold with the restaurant you heard a knock on your bedroom door, figuring it was your food being delivered you told whoever it was to leave it by the door but the knocking persisted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, putting your phone on speaker in case the restaurant picked up. You opened the door to find Carter standing there holding your food and a bouquet of your favorite flowers with balloons that said Happy 18th Birthday! You squealed and threw your arms around your boyfriend and started peppering kisses all over his handsome face. "You just made my day infinitely better, you know that?" You took the flowers from Carter and waltzed into your en suite bathroom looking for a vase.

Carter followed you into your room and shut the door. You filled the vase halfway with water and rearranged the flowers to your liking. You set them on your desk as it got the most sunlight, you looked over and saw Carter laying in your unmade bed. He looked so handsome in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey slacks and designer shoes. He had a tray of your favorite blueberry crepes with fresh fruit and jam drizzled with chocolate and cream cheese with a whip cream topping but the best part of it all was the candles Carter stuck in the whip cream.

Carter was looking at you like he wanted to eat you for breakfast and you felt the weight of his stare on you. "You look beautiful, birthday girl." His words causing you to blush because you probably had bed head. Carter patted the space next to him and you crawled into bed next to him and he kissed you gently on your lips. He tenderly cupped your face bringing you impossibly close to him and you smiled into the kiss whispering "You taste like coffee. "

That made him laugh "I had meetings all morning but I told them that something more important came up. Go ahead and blow out your candles and make a wish, Princess. " You closed your eyes and thought about what you wanted to wish for and you blew out the candles. You picked the candles out and set them to the side as Carter fed you a piece of the crepe and it had you moaning as it practically melted in your mouth. You dipped your finger in the whipped cream and put some on his lips.

You gently pushed Carter down on the mattress and straddled him. He put his hands behind his head and you kissed him again, the intoxicating mix of whip cream and Carter had you gently rolling your hips over his and his hands settled on your waist guiding your movements. You began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing your way down his chest, the sound of your harsh breathing mixed together as it filled the quiet morning air. You lightly dragged you fingers down his abs and started to unbuckle his belt and he lightly took your hands in his. "What'd you wish for?"

You sat up and looked down lovingly at him as you took his hands in yours, interlocking your fingers "I can't tell you otherwise it won't come true but I will say that you just being here with me means everything. " Carter sat up and caressed your cheek and chased your lips for another kiss. You played hard to get but ultimately let him win because he was just too damn tempting. His lips were so soft and you opened up so that he could taste you, tongues chasing each other as it grew heated. Carter started kissing your neck and you rocked your hips against his and he let out a throaty groan.

"Baby, we gotta stop." He moaned against your neck, he kissed the tender part of your throat and you whined as he pulled away. You looked at each other with lust in your eyes and you placed your hands on his shoulders. "Party pooper, " you pouted down at him and he kissed your lower lip. "Today is your special day and I want to take you out and celebrate you and everything that you mean to me. " You felt your eyes well up with unshed tears and you felt your throat tighten up so much that you couldn't speak.

"How's that sound to you?" You nodded your head enthusiastically and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I love you, Carter Baizen. " A megawatt grin appeared on his face "I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. Go get yourself ready, we're going to spend all day together. Doing whatever you want. " You clapped your hands together and gathered your stuff together and jumped in the shower.

Carter waited until he could hear you shut the glass shower door and the water start to run. He watched as you stepped under the spray of water and he turned his back to you and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He made a couple of phone calls and set up the latter portion of your date night. He wanted it to end on a high note because you deserved every second of it. You stepped out of the steam filled bathroom wrapped in your fluffy purple bath towel with a matching towel wrapped turban style over your wet hair.

He watched as you walked across your room to your walk in closet. You turned on the light and stood there with your hands on your hips. It was already scorching outside so you decided to wear something light and airy. You pulled a white cotton sundress off of the rack and laid it on your bed. You then went to your shoe closet and found the matching pair of espadrilles and set them at the foot of your bed.

You sat down at your vanity table and turned on the mirror lights. You started to moisturizer your face and apply a light coat of makeup, keeping it summer appropriate. You turned to find him watching you with a weird look on his face. "What's the matter?" Carter shook his head to snap himself out of his thoughts. "Nothing. I just realized that I have the prettiest girl in all of New York. "

You blushed as you grabbed your dress off your bed and went to your bathroom to change. Carter couldn't help himself as you walked past, he reached out and slapped your ass. His big palm stinging you. You gasped at the sensation and turned around to look at him he shrugged sheepishly. "One down, 17 to go."

You tenderly rubbed the spot and playfully stuck your tongue out at him and locked yourself into your bathroom so that you could get ready in peace. You carefully pulled your pajama shirt over your head so that you didn't mess up your hair and makeup. You slid into the dress but couldn't reach the zipper at the back. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror to make sure that nothing was smudged, you opened the door and called out "Could you please help me with my zipper?" Carter came up behind you and brushed your hair off of your neck, his fingers causing goose bumps as he lightly grasped the zipper. He kissed your neck just under your ear and pulled the zipper along the track.

"Up, not down." You felt him smirk into your neck as he brought the zipper all the way up. "Now you're being the party pooper Y/N." You turned in his embrace and his hands slid down and he gave your ass a quick squeeze.

"Anticipation makes things better." You sat on the edge of your bed and put your sandals on. You stood up, running your hands down the bodice of your dress checking for wrinkles. Finding none, you were ready to begin your birthday. "What's first on the agenda for today?" You asked as he took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.

"I thought that we'd start with a gondola ride in Central Park, how does that sound?" Carter ushered you outside and into the waiting town car. He leaned forward to let the driver know where to go. As the partition rolled up, you kissed Carter on the cheek and rested your head on his shoulder, he dropped a kiss on your forehead. You rode together in comfortable silence and arrived at Central Park and you went to open your car door but Carter beat you to it. He held out his hand for yours and you gently placed your hand in his and let him help you out of the car.

He placed his hand at the small of your back and steered you towards the waterfront. Carter payed the gondolier and he got into the boat first and then helped you in. You sat down next to him and he placed his hand on your exposed leg. You smiled at him as the boat ride started and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. "Thank you. "

"For what?" He asked as gently squeezed your shoulder. "For this" you motioned to your surroundings. "For today. For getting me out of the house. For everything. "

"It's your day and as long as you're happy that's all that matters to me." Carter brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "You make me very happy." The gondolier steered the boat back into place and Carter helped you out and you watched as he tipped the man for his services. You linked arms and started walking down the shaded path.

"Are you ready for your next surprise?" You nodded your head and let him guide you further down the path to where there was a horse and carriage waiting. You gasped and turned to him and he knew that he had succeeded. "Can I pet the horse?" You asked the gentleman who was standing next to them. "Of course you can, I even have some sugar cubes that you can feed her." You held out your hand and he placed the two cubes in your outstretched palm.

Carter watched as you fed the horse it's treats and he held out his hand for you. "Your chariot awaits." That got a giggle out of you and you let him help you into the carriage and he placed a light blanket over your knees. "I can't wait to see what else you've got up your sleeve." You waited until Carter got himself situated and he sat down next to you.

"I hope that it lives up to your expectations, we've got the whole day and night ahead of us." You looked up at him and kissed him not caring who could see. "I'm the luckiest girl in all of New York." You whispered against his warm lips and he felt your smile and he deepened the kiss as he wrapped you in his arms. "That must mean that I'm the luckiest guy in New York."

He helped you down from the carriage and you had some extra sugar cubes for the horse. You thanked them both for the ride and watched as Carter tipped the man and walked towards you. He led you to a quiet, secluded spot by the water and saw that he had a picnic all set up. A blanket layed out over the grass with a picnic basket set to the side. He took your hand in his and led you to the spot.

He stretched out over the blanket and you sat down next to him. He popped the champagne; your favorite Strawberry Moscato and handed you a glass. The bubbles tickled your nose and you took a sip of the fruity drink. You watched as he laid the food out. Freshly cut strawberries with chocolate to dip them in.

Watermelon, southern style potato salad, mini cold cut sliders, pasta salad, strawberry lemonade, peach cobbler and a cupcake with your initials on it. "Carter, this is an insane amount of food, there's no way that we can eat all of this." He shrugged nonchalantly and popped a strawberry into his mouth and saw you watching him. You watched as he took another strawberry from the glass dish and brought it up to your lips and you opened up for him and moaned as some of the juice from the fruit trickled down your lips and Carter leaned in and licked it off. He kissed your lips and you let him deepen the kiss, your tongue clashing with his.

He smiled into your lips. "Good enough to eat." You felt the blush creep up your neck and you hope that no one saw or heard you. You glanced around and saw that it was just the two of you. "I can't wait to see what you have planned next. The boat ride, the carriage ride. You definitely brought your A game."

Carter started packing up the food and you folded the blanket. "Nothing but the best for my girl." He slung his arm around your shoulder and you held his hand as he kissed your forehead. You walked towards the waiting town car and he opened the door for you and handed the food and basket to the driver. Carter joined you in the back as the driver put the food and blanket in the trunk of the car.

You let out a yawn and rested your head on his shoulder. Carter chuckled as you shut your eyes. "Worn you out already? It's not even 2 o clock yet." You opened one eye and peeked up at him. "I'm just recharging for the rest of the day, I promise."

You dozed comfortably until you felt Carter gently shaking your shoulder. You rubbed your eyes and sat up as Carter opened his door and you slid out on his side. You held his hand as he dismissed the driver until later tonight. He talked to the doorman for a few seconds and then led you inside his apartment building and into the elevator. It opened up on the top floor to the penthouse.

You stopped in the foyer to remove your sandals and with bleary eyes you could see that he had arranged for a masseuse to give you a hot stone massage. Candles were lit and placed around the apartment, and you could faintly smell lavender as the masseuse handed you the fluffiest robe to change into. You looked for Carter and saw him leaning against the door, "Inga is the best at Swedish massages. You enjoy your massage and I'm going to make some phone calls. After I have some people coming over to do your hair and makeup for tonight. And they'll have some dresses for you to choose from."

You squealed with happiness and threw your arms around his neck and leaned into him. "You definitely will be rewarded handsomely for spoiling me today." His hands settled on your waist and he gave your hips a gentle but firm squeeze. He kissed the tip of your nose and looked at you lovingly. "Enjoy your massage, I'll just be in my office if you need me for anything."

You nodded and made your way into Carter's bathroom to change into your robe. It felt like heaven on your skin and you neatly folded your dress and left it sitting on his bathroom sink. You walked back into the living room where Inga was waiting with a white linen sheet held up so that you could take the robe off and lie on the table. She adjusted the sheet so that it covered your lower half, leaving your back exposed. Inga poured some baby oil onto your back and began rubbing your back and neck.

You didn't think that it was possible for you to be any more relaxed but you felt yourself melting into the table as she released all of the tension from your back and shoulders. You must have fallen asleep because the next thing that you knew was that there was a knock on the door and Inga was blowing out the candles and cleaning up. You grabbed the robe and tied it around your waist as Carter entered the room and answered the door. As Inga was leaving the makeup people were setting up to do your hair and makeup and the apartment doorman rolled in a rack of designer dresses and shoes. Carter was instructing them on where they could set up.

He went to your side and you leaned into him. "I'm going to take a quick shower and wash off the baby oil. Is that ok?" He kissed your lips quickly and smiled at you. "Of course it is. Take as long as you need to. I'm going to get changed and finish up some calls. I can't wait to see what you pick out for tonight."

After your shower you put back on the robe and sat down in the makeup chair as the young lady stepped behind you and began to blow dry and straighten your hair. "I'm Miranda and I'll be in charge of your hair and makeup tonight. You tell me what you want done." You introduced yourself as well, "I'm Y/N and I honestly don't know where he's taking me tonight so I think that we'll keep it simple. I'd like some loose curls and I think that I'll go with a smoky eye and nude lipstick."

Miranda nodded her approval and began to work her magic on you, asking you what the special occasion was and you filled her in on today's activities. "Well, happy birthday to you Y/N." She finished curling and styling your hair as she moved onto your makeup. "Thank you. It's been a really good day. I feel like that's not an accurate description but I don't have the words to describe how wonderful it's been. "

She applied the makeup and spun you around in the chair so that you could finally see the finished product. You couldn't believe that it was you staring back in the mirror. You loved how you looked and thanked Miranda profusely. "You're so very welcome and I'm happy to be a part of making your day special." You hugged each other and she began to pack up her makeup and supplies.

You walked her to the door and thanked her again. The apartment was empty besides for Carter who you could hear talking on the phone behind his closed study door. You went to where they left the rack of clothing and started looking at the various dresses: some long, some short, some mid length. All different colors: vibrant reds, charcoal greys, pretty purples, too much to choose from. You felt overwhelmed and hesitantly knocked on his door.

You heard Carter end the phone call and he opened the door to see you standing there looking beautiful in your bathrobe. "I know that you want everything including tonight to be a surprise but can I get a little hint about what we're going to be doing so I kinda have an idea on how to dress." You finally got a good look at him and saw that he had changed into a nice pair of designer jeans and a black button up shirt. "Something that you can wear a jacket with. It might get a bit windy. " You took that into consideration as you settled on a navy blue Herve Leger bandage dress that you paired with a pair of Louboutin stilettos and a tailored jacket.

You put the finishing touches on your look by spraying some Chanel No. 5 on both of your wrists and behind your ears. Carter slipped on a black leather jacket that matched his designer motorcycle boots and took your hand in his as he led out of the penthouse apartment and you got into the service elevator that took you all the way up to the roof. You gasped as you saw a helicopter waiting with the door open. You were speechless as Carter shook hands with the pilot and beckoned you over. Carter helped you inside and handed you the headset as you buckled yourself in.

The megawatt grin on your face made it all worth it. "We're going to have a romantic flight over New York and have dinner at the best steakhouse in the upper east side. " The pilot started the helicopter and took off over the city. You were mesmerized by the city lights and you couldn't believe that this was your life currently. You leaned over and kissed him as a thank you and couldn't help but pointing out things in excitement.

15 minutes later the pilot landed on top of the building where the owner of the restaurant was waiting to lead you inside. You held onto Carter's hand as you followed him down the dimly lit stairwell. Inside was a lone table with two chairs and candles on every imaginable surface. Carter pulled out your chair for you and sat across from you. The waiter brought over the most expensive bottle of champagne and poured two glasses and handed each of you a menu.

"Cheers, Baby. I hope that everything has lived up to your expectations." You clinked the glasses together and both of you took a sip. "Do you remember when you asked me what I wished for?" Carter nodded and waited for you to continue. "Everything has been pretty much what I wanted. Just to be with you. It wouldn't have mattered what we did."

Carter winked at you as the waiter brought out the hor d'oeuvres. Everything smelled delicious as you helped yourself. The next course was a caprese salad and prosciutto wrapped melon that had you salivating. The main course was a pork tenderloin that was cooked to perfection with grilled vegetables and stuffed cherry peppers. You couldn't take another bite and thanked the owner for everything.

Carter settled up on the bill and led you outside the restaurant to a waiting stretch limo that would take you back to his penthouse apartment. Your feet were killing you and Carter pulled your feet into his lap and took the heels off of you and gently started massaging your feet. You let out a moan as he rubbed the bottom of your feet. "That feels really amazing, I can't thank you enough for everything. The whole day was everything I could have wanted and more."

"I can think of one way that you can thank me." He gave you a cheeky grin and you lightly slapped him on the chest. The driver pulled up to the building and Carter stepped out first and turned to pick you up and carry you bridal style as your heels dangled from your fingertips. He carried you inside until you were in the elevator. He pushed the PH button and the elevator began it's slow ascent. You were beginning to feel the effects of the champagne and couldn't wait until you got to the apartment.

You started kissing his neck and he smelled like Calvin Klein and tasted even better. He let out a low moan and tipped his head back to give you better access. His hands tangled in your hair and brought your lips to his as he deepened the kiss. He spun you around so that your back was against the wall and he gripped your hips, bunching up your dress as he slid his hand up your thigh, he was almost at the junction of your thighs when the elevator doors opened and you jumped as if struck by lightning. The only sound was both of you breathing heavily.

He lightly grasped your hand and led you into the dark apartment. The only light source was coming from the huge picture window that looked over the city. He set your shoes down in the foyer and helped you out of your jacket and took his off and tossed it on the back of the chair. He toed his boots off and picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You gasped and swatted at his back.

He pushed open the bedroom door and gently set you down next to the foot of the bed and you felt yourself sink into the plush carpeting. He made his way around his California king size bed and took his Rolex off. Your breathing was coming in rapid bursts and you watched him as eyed you hungrily and stalked back over to where you were standing. He stood in front of you and began rolling up his sleeves so that you could see his tan, toned forearms. He sat down on the bed and motioned for you to come over.

You did as he asked and he ran his hand up the back of your thigh. "What are you doing?" He could barely hear you and he leaned forward to whisper "I'm delivering on my promise to give you the rest of your birthday spankings. Come here, sweetheart." He took your hand in his and pulled you forward and helped you lay across his lap. You nervously complied, gulping as you laid yourself across his long legs.

He gently and reverently ran his hand across your plump backside. "I want you to count for me, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?" You nodded your head yes and bit your bottom lip. He saw your hesitation and pulled your lip out from in between your teeth. "What's your safeword Y/N?" You looked over your shoulder at him and whispered "Daisies. "

"Good girl." He praised you and it went right to your core. You moaned out and he began rubbing your butt. "I bet you're fucking soaked for me." He lifted his hand and you winced in anticipation.

He brought his right hand down on your ass with a sharp crack. "One." You whispered. He smacked you again and again, you counting out each time. By the time he was finally finished both of you were breathing erratically.

He helped you stand up on shaky legs. "Lift your arms for me." You did as he asked and he knelt in front of you. He ran his hands up your long legs, bunching up your dress as he went. He noticed the wet spot on the front of your white lace panties and he groaned at the sight of you.

"I fucking knew it. Goddamn." He leaned forward to kiss your mound and your hands automatically dropped down to his hair and pushed him to where you needed him most desperately. "Ah ah ah," he tsked. "Good girls keep their hands up."

You whined and reluctantly did as told. He stood up and pulled your dress over your head. He tossed it to the side and looked you up and down. You shivered, partly from the central air conditioning and partly from the anticipation. You nervously played with the lace edge of your panties.

He reached out and hooked a finger in the edge of your underwear. He pulled them down your legs and you held onto his broad shoulders as you stepped out of them. He kissed your lower abdomen and stood up, "lay down for me on the edge of the mattress and spread those pretty thighs for me baby girl." You did as he said and he groaned at the sight of you glistening in the psle moonlight that was filtering in the room. He dropped to his knees with a heavy thud and his tongue shot out and he licked a strip up your core.

Your back arched off the mattress and you pulled his hair in an attempt to control the out of control feeling as he devoured your pussy. "So fucking sweet." His dirty words had you gasping for air. He sucked on your clit and gently inserted one finger, and then another. All in search of your sweet spot.

He curved his fingers and hit that exact spot. It had you thrashing your head back and forth as he mumbled against your pussy lips," fucking found your sweet spot, I feel you gripping my fingers so fucking tight. You wanna cum for me?" You couldn't speak it felt so good you just barely nodded your head yes. That sent him into overdrive, adding another finger and sucking your clit like it was his last meal. You gripped his head with your thighs, not caring about anything else except your release.

You came all over his face and you collapsed into the mattress a sweaty mess, your hair plastered to your forehead. Your chest rising and falling as you came down from your high. He groaned at the sight of you like that, he began unbuttoning his shirt and he whipped it to the side. You heard his belt buckle as he undid it and tossed it to the growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor. His jeans came off next, his black boxer briefs barely containing his rapidly growing length.

He shucked his underwear off and spit in his hand as he began to rub it up and down his length. His breathing matching yours as he stroked himself. "Carter, please. I need you." You practically begged him.

"Fuck, " he muttered under his breath. "You sat up on your elbows as you looked up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked hesitantly, hoping that you didn't do anything to make him mad at you. He saw the worried look on your face and quickly assured you that it has nothing to do with you at all. "I don't have any condoms, " he looked down at you sheepishly.

You smiled at him sweetly, "is that all? I'm clean. I'm on birth control. I'm ok with it if you are." You held your breath as he let his breath go. He grinned down at you and crawled into the bed with you.

He kissed your lips and you could taste yourself on his lips. You moaned and he stuck his tongue into your mouth and you met him halfway. You gently guided his massive length to your entrance and he dropped his head into your shoulder and groaned. He gently pushed his full length into you and bottomed out. He began to thrust lightly as you gripped his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his back as he began to pick up speed.

The headboard was bouncing off the wall and you were both grateful that he has no neighbors. He brought his right hand down and found your sensitive bud, he had you gasping against his lips as began to play with you. His hips began to stutter erratically as he was getting close. "I need you to cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my cock. "

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge and he could feel it as you gripped him as tightly as you could and he was pounding into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead onto your bouncing chest. "Give it to me, fucking cum on my cock baby. " You felt yourself fall over the edge and he came quickly after you. He collapsed onto you and he kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes for him. He gently brushed the sweaty hair off of your face as he whispered quietly to you in the still of the night, "happy birthday, Y/N. I love you so fucking much. "With tears in your eyes you whispered back to him, "I love you too. With everything I have. "

He rolled you over so you were laying on top of him, he covered you with the blanket and you snuggled into his chest as he wrapped you up in his arms. You put your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat as it lulled you to sleep. You faintly heard him whisper that he loves you and you let the darkness claim you, knowing that he loves you. You drifted off just having had the best birthday ever.

~fin~

[arianaroman]

Savior

Note - THIS IS MY DEBUT FANFIC- SO DONT BULLY ME 😭🥹🤍 hope y’all like it😭😭🫶

Summary - Rafe saves Y/N from a guy trying to take advantage on her

Warning - Mention of sa, Alcohol, Drugs, etc. lmk if i forgot something

It’s been 3 years since Y/N rejected Rafe. Ever since she rejected him, he never talked to her again. Every time she approaches him or even say hi, he will just ignore her or give her an angry look.

Valentines day is approaching and y/n’s friend is hosting a valentines party at their house. Y/N is excited to attend the party and already bought outfits for the party.

~At the day of valentines~

Y/N arrived at the party looking flawlessly. Everyone is talking about her. Y/N approaches her friend and hugs her “Omg Alexa.. You look sooo good!!” Y/N compliments her. “Girl you look so divineeee!!” Alexa compliments her back.

Y/N sees Rafe talking to his friend Topper. Rafe sees her looking at him and rolled his eyes. “Oh wow, it’s been years and he’s still mad at me…”Y/N turns to Alexa. “Well, you were the love of his life and you just rejected him. I remember how he’ll always ask me if you were sick every time you weren’t at school” Alexa tells her.

“Anyways, i’m going to get some drinks.” Y/N leaves Alexa and goes to get some drinks. As she goes to the kitchen, she bumps to a guy and he accidentally spills drinks to her outfit. “OH NOO NOOO…” y/n screams as alcohol drips through her dress. “Sorry, I didn’t see you..” the guy tries to apologize but y/n just keeps screaming and crying. “Miss, calm down. It’s just a dress” he tries to calm her down. “Just a dress? ARE YOU INSANE???..” y/n screams at him. “Ok, Ok… look let’s get you cleaned up” he leads her to the bathroom and helps her clean her dress.

“UGH.. the stain won’t come off” y/n cries. “Well at least you’re not wet anymore. who cares about some little stain. It’s not even noticeable.” He tells her. Y/N rolls her eyes at his comment. “I’m Carter btw.” he reaches his hand for a handshake but y/n didn’t shake his hand. “Look i’m sorry.. i really am.. ok, i’m just gonna get you a drink to pay for what i did.. is that alright for you?” Carter asks y/n. “fine” y/n answers.

Rafe sees y/n with Carter and got jealous. Even though he's been ignoring y/n for years, he can't deny that he still has feelings for her.

Carter gets a drink in the kitchen while y/n waits and sits on the couch. Unbeknownst to y/n, Carter had spiked her drink. Carter gives y/n the drink and she immediately drinks it. Seconds later, y/n feels dizzy and everything around her starts spinning. Y/N stands up and almost fell but Carter catches her. “Are you ok?” Carter asks her. “I feel dizzy-“ Y/N falls again but Carter catches her. “Let’s take you upstairs, ok?” Carter guides her as they go upstairs to a room.

Carter lays y/n in the bed. Moments later, Carter goes on top of her and starts kissing her. “W - what are you doing-?“ y/n is confused and don’t know what to do. “Shh- just relax” Carter whispers to her. “Don’t you like it?” Carter is kissing her and cupping her breast. “Please- stop” y/n screams.

Rafe goes upstairs to get something his friend left. As he goes through the hallway he hears a familiar voice crying and screaming. Rafe immediately breaks in and punches Carter. Carter fell on the ground with a bloody face. “WTF, MAN?” Carter yells at him. “Get away from her, you pervert” Rafe grabs y/n and carries her outside.

Rafe brings y/n outdoor and gives her water to calm. “Are you feeling better?” Rafe asks her. “Thank you-“ y/n cries to him. “Hey, it’s ok im here for you” Rafe puts her head on his shoulder and kisses her forehead. “I don’t know what i would do without you” y/n tells him. “Me too..”

~to be continued-

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date - april 15 2024

[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.

⋆

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).

[barnesafterglow]

can't wait to have you

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

pairing: carter baizen x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She laughed, squeezing around my shoulders before pulling away.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ozzyonedge]

Happy 41st Birthday Sebastian Stan!

August 13th 1982

[blairwaldcrf]

Gossip Girl Gay

[vellicore]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

[beyondthefold]

SEBASTIAN STAN as CARTER BAIZEN Gossip Girl S01E10 "Hi, Society"

[fandomfluffandfuck]

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

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

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

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

Shameless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

Oh.

His mouth is open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The moan simply escapes him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pleasurable and powerful.

Fuck yeah, it feels good.

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

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

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

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

A wet, hot, open mouth.

Winning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rimming him.

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

Oh, god.

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

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

[madhatterbri]

Carter Baizen Fics

First Christmas - Carter shows you why the first Christmas with your arranged husband isn't so bad. 18+.

For The Love of Limos - Carter loves the secrecy of limos. (Smut)

Happy Halloween - Nate Archibald is worried about his sister going out on Halloween. He should be more worried about her staying in. (Smut)

New Man, Better Man - Despite their history, Carter knows Avery needs the man she always wanted him to be. (Fluff)

Distraction - Avery Archibald just wants to forget. Carter Baizen has the perfect way to distract her. (Smut)

Secret - Chuck's sister has a secret she can never tell.

All Good Things Must Come To An End - Carter breaks up with you to please his dad.

The Devil Wears Prada - Reader catches the eye of the devil himself.