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terrainofheartfelt · 1 year

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lizwas fanfics: 2022 in review

so this was my second year ever of writing and posting on ao3, and for me, because I have chronic tunnel vision when it comes to tasks, thought I would do a look back at all I've written this year because hoooooooooooo boy 'twas a lot.

To render again and receive | 12.8k | E an unexpected addition to the little women au-verse, but very fun and delightful to put together! from Dan's pov, taking place between chapters 1 & 2 of a Heart in port.

But you can make decisions too | 11.1k | M an installment of my Date season 4 AU - Saints & Sinners, but with a gay twist!

all the things you are (are mine) | 4.3k | E a smutty valentine's fic starring Dair, as it is their holiday after all

I'm stuck on your heart | 4.7k | M a valentine's day fic for Dan/Nate, inspired by that one bit in schitt's creek

(everything you say sounds like) sweet talk | 3.5k | T season 4 Dair au, inspired by Jonah and Amy from Superstore

such a lot of world to see | 23.1k | E part of the Mouthful of Forevers s6 and beyond au. Dan and Blair spend the summer backpacking through Europe (well, Blair's definition of backpacking)

an ever-fixèd mark | 5.3k | E another unplanned addition to the floating castle dreams series, brought on by s2 of Bridgerton and that one scene in atonement

it's something new (because of you) | 3.9 | E part of what I call the Milo-verse. Dan and Blair get married and are soooooooo sappy about it. A smutty scene from Dan and Blair's honeymoon in Tuscany.

without effusion of blood | 6.1k | E just what happened after 2.18 when Blair brought Carter Baizen home? this fic tries to answer that question.

the whole web of it | 4.8k | G future fic in the MoF series. Dan celebrates his birthday with his wife and kids. tooth rottin fluff.

(the more you say) the less I know | 70.9k | T the big one of the year, the Pride and Prejudice AU, starring Dan as Lizzie, Blair as Darcy, and a whole host characters causing drama and comedy alike

that’s the kind of love (I’ve been dreaming of) | 3.4 | E absolutely filthy kinky sequel to a smut oneshot from last year. Married!Dair being total simps for each other

for better or worse and the promise of verse | 19k | E another installment in the Miloverse. AKA The One Where Blair and Dan Get Married. Possibly the sappiest thing I have ever written.

where the sun falls down on me | 29k | M Jenny goes to spend the summer off from uni in the Hamptons, with her brother and his fiancée (ugh), and their best friend, her old pal Nate Archibald. Jenate, with a side of Dair & Rufly.

at first chance | 7.1k | E smutastic epilogue to the above. Jen spends an evening alone in Nate’s new flat, waiting for him to get back from his bar shift. Nate’s not the best at building furniture.

let love consume me | 2.1k | E dairthaniel pwp. no context necessary.

never for money, always for love | 25k | NR collection of drabbles written to one word prompts on tumblr. Enclosed is: Dair, Date, van der Humphreys, Haizen, Blairena, Jenate, Serenessa, Dangina, Dairthaniel, Serenate, and much fluff angst and canon divergence.

punch drunk kiss (I know you need it) | 2.4k | E Dan x Carter Baizen. Carter pov following one of the drabbles above. P.W.P. Written for Kinktober

twin flame bruise | 15.2k | T Derena. An au of the musical The Last Five Years. Dan and Serena’s loving but doomed relationship, told in flashes and vignettes from each person’s perspective. with a side of dairfair.

anyway the wind blows | 2.6k | T inspired by the song “Westbound BART,” an imagined prequel of how Rufus Humphrey met Alison in late 80s San Francisco.

a hard day’s night | 4.5k | E porn with a little bit of plot. Blair comes home after a long day at the office and asks Dan for a favor to help her unwind. Written for Kinktober.

like a lightbulb in a dark room | 4.3k | E Dairthaniel. Written for Kinktober. smut with a soupçon of plot.

the love that let us share our name | 7.5k | T dilf!Date! the story of how Nate and Dan Humphrey become dads. Written after my dilf!date headcanons

can’t believe you notice me | 3.6k | E season 3 coat closet scene, but make it Dan/Nate. AU in which Nate is Dan and Olivia’s third, bringing up feelings for these sweet himbos.

a snowfall kind of love | 49k | T AU of Nancy Meyer’s The Holiday. Vanessa and Blair switch houses for their Christmas vacations, and end up falling for people in the other’s respective cities. Dair & Natessa, featuring special appearances by Milo Humphrey and Cyrus Rose.

#gossip girl #HOLY SHIT that’s a long list!#no wonder I’m tired lmao #thank you all so so so much for reading and caring it means a great deal to me ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#liz’s ficz #smut fics are locked on ao3 #which means you will have to log in to your ao3 account to read #please read responsibly

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diorleclerc · 2 years

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Who is Carter? You tagged the new drabble with college Carter

LMAO IGNORE THAT!! i’m watching gossip girl rn and carter baizen was on screen so ig i accidentally typed carter instead of charles 😭 it’s fixed now

#asks

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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A Hands-on Activity

Pairing: Carter Baizen x reader

Word Count: 473

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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narcissist ; carter baizen x fem!reader

status — completed series

summary — for the longest time carter thought that only alcohol was the constant thing in his life and that it would always be there for him; besides his actual self, of course.

part one

warnings — cursing, mentions of drug and alcohol intake/abuse, attempt at angst word count — 1,995 words

part two

warnings — name-calling, hint at alcoholism, attempt at angst word count — 1,904 words

part three

warnings — attempt at fluff word count — 994 words

#carter baizen smut #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen drabble #carter baizen series #ceo!carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x fem!reader #ceo!carter baizen x assistant!reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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lover series - daylight

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this is what happens when i mention carter baizen more than once a day. also daylight just fits him as a person??? if you wanna listen to daylight while reading this, here. this was inspired by an ask i got in this blog, thank you for the idea 💕

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in Everyone looked worse in the light There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven I'll tell you truth, but never, "Goodbye"

- Get out.

- What? - Carter looked at the blonde sat next to him whose eyes seemed to wander to everyone but to him. - Don’t be like this. You’re just nervous about meeting your dad.

- I don’t need your help anymore or ever again. I should have done this on my own from the start.

- Fine, if that’s what you want. - he opened the door of the limousine, climbing off the comfortable warmth of their vehicle to be greeted with the darkness and coldness of New York during the warmth. Serena, without as much as looking back at the man who had spent a full year helping her find her father, ordered the driver to keep going. Well, he should’ve known better but once again, his judgement tended to be clouded whenever dealing with pretty women.

Once again he was all alone again, nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He could just fell his parents awaiting for him to return to them on his knees begging to be taken back but at this point there was too much damage done and Carter was much to prideful to return to them. In all honesty, Carter was much to prideful to even stay with New York. After the mess that had been his relationship with Serena, no doubt the rest of the Upper East Side was gonna go after him with every single little dark secret he had, and he had plenty of those.

With that in mind Carter decided to do what he always did; start again. That’s what he always did when things went south or when the world became too suffocating. However, after doing humanitarian work and a documentary, he wondered what he could do next. Lost in how to reboot his life for what seemed like the millionth time in his young years, a little fall of rain from the sky started to wet his cashmere black trench coat. He bite his lip out of frustration. Of fucking course, that was just what he needed right now. Before he could let out all his frustrations by kicking a nearby bin, drops of water stopped falling on his coat and instead sounded like they were falling onto plastic.

- Are you alright, sir? - a melodic, magical-like voice broke through his mind and his eyes travelled to a woman standing next to him. She was holding a plastic umbrella over him which kept both of them dry and away from the rain. Unlike him, she was dressed in a lesser quality fabric, using what looked like a blue waitress dress and some off brand white sneakers with her hair pushed into a ponytail, everything merely covered by a worn out black cotton trench coat. - Sir?

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

Suddenly, he remembered a faithful sentence from one of the movies he had seen during his youth, finally understanding its meaning. They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. It was true, time did stopped, everything seemed to move in incredibly slow motion, he could see every single blink of the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’d ever met, hear every drop of rain hitting the plastic of the umbrella. However, the later part of the sentence was also true, once time starts again it moves extra fast, and none was that true as a honking bus drove through a puddle of water, waking them both from a dream-like trance.

- I saw you being kicked off a car from my diner. You look like you needed help. - she pushed a few of the fly away hairs of her ponytail held together by a blue scrunchie behind her ear. Unlike the girls of Upper East, they weren’t adorned with pearls or heavy jewelled earrings. - Do you wanna come in for a bit, just while the rain doesn’t calm down?

Carter still found himself still staring at her. God, where had she been hiding his whole life? Did she just decide to pop up now that he had been truly humiliated by Serena. Serena, who was even Serena? He didn’t think he’d ever want to think about Serena, Blair, Beth. Who were any of them compared to that woman holding an off brand umbrella over his head as if he wasn’t one of the most hated people in the Upper East. In normal circumstances, he wouldn’t enter any lower ranked places but her smile and comforting aura just made him want to follow her anywhere she went. And so, with a nod, he followed her inside a small diner just in front o the place he had been so unceremoniously dumped. The place was small and empty seemingly with her being probably the last employee before closing time. Nevertheless, there was some charm on the beat up, too used black board by the kitchen window with various pie names written in beautiful chalk calligraphy.

- Do you want to eat anything? My treat. - he wondered why she wasn’t charging, why a woman who clearly was much lower than him status wise and could clearly see he was rich offer him something. Normally people would try to quickly rip him off. - I bake them all myself. A new one every single morning.

- You bake a new pie every single morning? - he took a seat on one of the red leathered stools by the main table. - Is this your place?

- No, I just work here but one day I’m gonna have my own place, my own pie shop and people are gonna come from all over the world to try my pies. - she seemed to get lost in her own fantasy before opening the lid of one of the various glass pies stands to take what looked like a wild berry pie slice, serving it perfectly on a freshly washed plate. - A little wild, wild, berry pie.

- Pardon? - he asked as she slide the plate towards him, handing him a fork at the same time.

- The pie. - she pointed at the board. - It’s the title. Cream patisserie with some berries on traditional pie crust. I got the idea while watching a particularly steamy scene on Sex and the City.

- You created the recipe?

- Where do you think recipes come from? - she smirked at him. - Come on, I promise it’s not poisoned.

Carter gave her a coyly smile before sinking in his fork in the beautiful berry coloured desert, taking a piece before bring it up to his mouth. As the sweet touched his tongue, he swore like he melted away from his whole body. The taste was fantastic and Carter was certain he had never tasted anything better than that small piece of pie.

- God, this is fantastic.

- Thank you, I try my best. - she smiled. - I’m Y/N, by the way.

- Carter Baizen.

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky And so I became the butt of the joke I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now It's brighter now, now

- Olivia? - Carter mockingly called out, looking around his hotel suit as he wrapped a burgundy red tie around his pristine white shirt. A small high pitched giggle came from behind the leather coach. With a coy smile, Carter slowly moved towards the couch. - Oh, where could my Libbie be?

Another high pitched came from behind the coach and before the three year old could realise what was happening, Carter had already grabbed her by the waist, throwing her to the ceiling before catching her in a fit of giggles, her inherited curly brown hair stuck in front of the same eyes she had definitely gotten from her mother. The little girl giggled once more, tiny arms coming to wrap themselves around her father’s neck.

- What are you two doing? - Y/N came out from her bedroom due to all the giggling. Noticing her daughter in her father’s arms she merely rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. - I thought you were supposed to be in bed.

- We’re just playing hide and seek. - she replied, hiding behind her father’s neck. She surely knew how to avoid confrontation. Y/N merely laughed, walking up to her husband and daughter. - Do you really need to go, mummy?

- It’s just for a few hours. We’ll be here when you wake up. - Y/N pulled some of her daughter’s hair away from her round, chubby baby face.

- Why can’t I go? - she pouted.

- You wouldn’t like it, baby. - Carter kissed her cheek before handing her to the nanny who they had hired specifically for tonight. Usually Y/N and Carter didn’t hire nannies as they would rather spend time with their daughter rather than having a complete stranger. Most of the times, Olivia would either be at the pie shop with Y/N or at Carter’s firm office. However, tonight specifically both Carter and Y/N needed to attend a donators gala hosted by none other than Carter’s old fling Serena van der Woodsen. Initially, Carter had been firm on his decision not go, much too uninterested in ever speaking to her or any of her friends ever again. However, after some convincing on Y/N’s part and how he shouldn’t really care about other’s opinion and just enjoy a nice night out, he had caved in. - Trust me, daddy won’t like it either.

- Tuck me in?

- Okay, baby. - Y/N took over from the nanny, picking her daughter up against her hip before walking away from the main room and into the bedroom of the hotel suit. Carter took to pushing the sheets away from the mattress as Y/N laid her daughter in, puffing her pillows just the way she liked it and pulling the duvet up to her neck. - Now you be a brave good girl for mummy and daddy, okay?

- Okay. - she nodded, holding onto one of her many stuffed animals. - Night, mummy. Night, daddy.

- Goodnight, ladybug. - Carter placed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead before getting up and following his wife out of the hotel room before he could change his mind. His life had gone a completely one eighty every since seeing the group of people he used to hang out with during his youth. He had gotten married to the love of his life who was fiercely by his side no matter what happened, had started his own firm finally riding himself of his parents name, and had brought in the most precious daughter to the world. Whatever happened in the Upper East Side was no longer something that interested him even if he was one of the most wealthy men in New York. He didn’t want Y/N or Olivia to frequent those rotten and cruel places. They were happy in their own little bubble however, sometimes, like tonight, he had to confront the rest of the whole who seemingly still had his eyes on him.

Noticing his tenseness, Y/N intertwined her hand with his, giving him a soft and understanding smile followed by a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- You’re gonna be fine, you’ve done way better than everyone in that room. You didn’t inherit what you have, you built it and you should be proud of that, Car.

- Well, you have to say that, you’re my wife. - he moved his face slightly so he could kiss her properly. - I can’t believe you’re my wife.

- You asked me on a good day. - she looked at the engagement band stacked with her wedding band, simple in silver, nothing too big or too lavish, just something small that both of them liked.

They were both escorted into the limo with Y/N immediately cuddling up next to her husband unlike so many of his girlfriends before. In all honesty, Carter sometimes thought he was dreaming. He just couldn’t believe he was married to her and if he had told a younger self he would marry someone outside the Upper East circle he wouldn’t have believed it, yet here he was. She was a magnetic, kind, determined woman who had managed to get him out of a rut and push him to his full potential while still living her own dreams. He thought he couldn’t be more in love with her and then she gave him Olivia. He still remembered that faithful New Year’s Eve when she handed him a pregnancy test or when they had to rush out of one of his dinners because she had begun labour. There was nothing in this world that mattered more to Carter Baizen than his girls, something the rest of the Upper East didn’t really understand. However, he was happy, he was happily married, happy with his career and happy with his little ladybug.

- Car, are you coming? - Y/N snapped him out of his daze as they reached the gala’s location. Pushing away all the insecurities he had, he pridefully walked down the stairs with Y/N by his side, catching the attention of every single person who stopped their chat to look at the “disgraced” Carter Baizen and the so called “pie girl” he had married.

- Should we dance? - he gave her grin, offering her his hand eloquently much to her enjoyment. - I wish to dance with the prettiest lady in this room.

- Prettiest girl in the room? - she giggled, taking in his hand while the other one held her waist. - Should I ask how many girls in this room you’ve used that line with?

- Well, Mrs. Baizen, you’re definitely the only one I’ve used that on.

- You better not be lying to me, Mr. Baizen.

- I love you so much, Y/N. - he leaned down to peck her lips, not caring who was watching.

- I love you too, Car.

I once believe love would be burning red but it’s golden like daylight

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chasingmidnights · 5 months

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'Tis the Season: Holiday Special

Day 19 - Carter Baizen - what the holidays might look like with Carter Baizen. To you, there's nothing better than the holidays in New York, especially on the Upper East Side. You put on your favorite knee high stockings and your favorite mittens as you and Carter stroll through Central Park. The two of you also enjoy spending some time ice skating at the Rockefeller Center, especially at night when the tree is all lit up. Before the holiday season is over, Carter takes you to see one of your favorite plays, the Nutcracker. On Christmas, you spend the day sleeping in before opening gifts and making breakfast for the two of you.

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writemarvelousthings · 5 years

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CEO!Carter and "Quick, hide behind the sofa!", please?

It had been a long day filled with meetings for your newly established charity, smiling at borning businessmen and basically having your feet in torture devices in the form of very expensive high heels. Leaning against the elevator wall you sigh in relief as the door dinged to signal the arrival of your penthouse.

“Carter? Honey?” You call, stepping out of the heels signing as your bare feet hit the cool marble floor. The apartment was lavishly decorated but then again, being the girlfriend to one of the wealthiest CEO’s of New York did come with many perks.

“Carter?” you dumped your bag on the entrance way table, you had texted Carter earlier that day. Saying how much you were looking forward to coming home and drinking a bottle of wine with him you were disappointed that he was a no show. Sighing you pull out your phone and dialled his number but the sudden appearance of his head behind one of the couch’s made you fly out of your skin.

“Jesus Christ”

“Nope just me darling, Quick, hide behind the sofa. And leave your phone there” you gave him a puzzled look dropping your phone next to your bag.

“Carter I swear to go I’m not in the mood for…oh!” you stopped at the sight in front of you, behind the sofa, looking out at the view of New York. Variously placed candles and red roses, pillows fluffed up against the back of the sofa with a red and white checked picnic rug a bottle of your favourite wine and various selections of foods from your favourite restaurants and patisseries made your mouth water.

“I know you had a bad day, I wanted to make sure the night made up for it” sinking to your knee’s you press a soft kiss to Carter’s lips.

“I love you so much”

“I love you too Princess”

#CEO!Carter x reader #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen drabble

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poeticpascal · 6 years

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HELLO! Are you still taking request? I didn’t see your post until now and I want to congratulate you on 1k followers, you are doing a great job!!❤️If you taking requests: Carter, lazy

Hey sweetheart!! Thank you so so much ❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy!

“Baby? Where are you going?” Carter groaned, watching as you pulled his shirt over your head.

“Car, we already slept in and there’s so much to do! Everyone’s coming over tomorrow and I’ve barely cleaned the house, the laundry isn’t done, I’m pretty sure we don’t have any food in the fridge and-“

Carter hushed you, crawling to where you sat on the bed and wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. “Y/N, sweetheart, you have to stop worrying. We can order food and go grocery shopping later in the week, I’ll help you to clean the house and the laundry can wait. Now c’mon, you’ve been working too hard recently and you deserve some time to be lazy.”

You sighed, knowing he was right and yet unable to ignore the nagging voice in the back of your head. “I just don’t know if I can afford to be lazy right now, Carter.”

With a roll of his eyes, Carter pulled you down to lay on top of him, arms still wrapped around you so you couldn’t escape. You squealed, squirming against him and giggling when held you tighter. “Sorry, baby, you’re not going anywhere. You’re gonna lay here with me all day, maybe watch a couple films, order take out, and take a break. Okay?”

Giving in, you sighed and nodded your head, leaning up to kiss Carter on the cheek. He moved his head so that his lips met yours, moaning against you and adjusting into a more comfortable position.“I love you, Y/N, you know that?”

You smiled, as did he, and pecked his lips one last time before snuggling into his chest. “I love you too, Car.”

I am no longer taking requests for these drabbles!

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years

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Not In That Way

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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The tag "sebastian stan mean twits" is a gem and here's why:

Because this is boyfriend seb, ruining a video you'd randomly want to take. He just does shit like this, im sure. If you're typing a message, he'll come up to you and just tap on the screen, and then look for your eyes hoping for a reaction. He'd stick his finger in your photos from your vacation, or like in this case, pop his head in front of the camera just because he can.

You just went out to grab a few drinks with some friends. Why would he wait for the cab like a normal person? No, he's got to melt and then steal your heart, as if you weren't already whipped.

Whatever it is that he's doing with that hand, I want it. The ring 🥵

And no, I do not imagine him in this as a rich, arrogant kid that shows up somewhere in season 5 or 6 of supernatural bc he controls some demon and no, he wouldn't make sam and dean's life a living hell because they tried to interfere. And no, he isn't into any kind of kinky, pagan, candles and pentagrams type of shit. He definitely doesn't tie you up on a star he drew on the wall, fucking you with all his demon power until you cry. No. What?

What did I say about him ruining all your videos?

Or in case you felt like being on the wrong side of the law and needed to blow job your way out of jail. Judging by his look, you'd probably get yourself in more trouble than you were in before, but fuckk if he looked at me like that? His biggest kink could be running people over with a semitruck and I'd respectfully offer myself as test subject 1, 2, 3... 6786, 6787, 6789...

In case you needed your heart broken today, here you do. I wanna shoot him with a cuddle gun i swear. HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT THIS GIF AND NOT OFFER YOUR LEFT KIDNEY IN EXCHANGE FOR HIS WELL-BEING? I'm serious, how? Teach me 🥺

Oh, you know that killing machine, master assassin with a metal arm and no humanity left in him? Yes, that's him, being a dork and probably leaving marker stains on that poor doggie bc he's like that.

And in the last gif, seb is me after I finished writing this and when I realised he was born in the same city as me BUT HE HAD TO UP AND LEAVE

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan drabble #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #lee bodecker #carter baizen #tj hammond

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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i know Story is your favorite character and probably Carter too, but to make them superior characters i have often seen assassination of some very good characters like Ransom in the beginning when Kitten blamed him for everything and he couldn't do anything but believe, and Then Iris, Aster too and now Beau who you just portrayed as insensitive than jealous.

im sorry but if someone is in such wreck state they dont go picnics in busy public places and that to with the son of a popular celebrity who died a few months or so ago.

I wouldn’t say Story is my favorite. She is interesting to write for yes, and she’s a dramatic Drysdale who likes to insert herself in several instances. I’m protective of her because of all that she went through, and people still find her to be spoiled…when all you have seen is these little snippets of life. And that’s the thing, you see these tiny moments in fictional characters lives. And for “entertainment” reasons they aren’t always fluffy moments.

Even in real life, we’re going to make mistakes on how we react to things. Story for instance can be quick to react, slow to think. With Ransom he got a ton of information about his daughter in a matter of minutes, yes he’s going to overreact and react poorly. With Aster, they’re sisters who didn’t understand each other. They both coveted the other’s lives. Aster was not wrong in her feelings. She made it clear to Carter she wanted to be friends. He continued to pursue her. That’s on him. Iris, has felt like an insider and her sister that she was so close to, lied to her about her relationship. Carter and Story sat at dinner with them and denied they had a relationship. And then she insulted her mother. Again, a lot of information in a short amount of time, and she was hurt that Story felt she couldn’t trust her. Emotions don’t make sense. Families are messy, and honestly for the most part the Drysdale’s are close, clearly they have a weekly family dinner. But these are also dramatic people, so that’s how their emotions are.

And now we have Beau, his drabbles have showed him to have unresolved issues with Story. How did you think he would react to seeing her with Carter, who he’s never liked, and now with a baby? Beau is also denying the strong feelings he has for Arleigh. Beau called Story his best friend, and the girl he was seeing wasn’t Story. Beau had the most “normal” life of the kids. Nothing traumatic has happened to him. That was the first panic attack he saw. Of course he overreacted. He has been jealous of Carter, he was “in love” with Story who only had eyes for Carter. He wasn’t insensitive, he was ignorant to what Story needed in that moment, dare I say he panicked too?

Anxiety doesn’t make sense. Triggers can be something so small to something significant. Story is 21 and wants to get out of the house. The park wasn’t busy, and she was in a secluded area. She feels that someone is going to take Otto from her, which is why she wants him with her. She knows Arleigh, trusts her, but she can’t shake those feelings. She doesn’t want to have these flare ups anymore, but that’s not how anxiety works. Did you honestly think Beau would see Story, Carter, and Otto with Arleigh and he’s going to be all everything is okay and good? That’s character assassination, that’s not being authentic to his inner thoughts.

This is far from the last we’ll see of these characters together. Arleigh has been wanting to reconnect with Story, but she wants Beau to be okay with her. Beau in so many ways is emotionally immature. Arleigh AND Carter are going to make sure that Story and Beau fully work through what happened. They just talked one time in rehab. Things aren’t over.

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #story Drysdale #Carter Baizen #Carter Baizen x story Drysdale #Beau Adler #beau adler x arleigh everett levinson #beau x bunny #if we get back on the hate story train I am doing a week of nothing but story drabbles #I’m not quite sure why everyone hates story #but I feel the need to protect that bean #none of these characters are perfect and that’s why I love them #Beau and Story do make up #Beau loves her son zephyr that’s his buddy #and Arleigh loves Beau enough to push him and story to work it out #Beau and Carter will make up too #but get off the hate story train

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marvelgirl7 · 4 years

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The Four C’s

Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club based off this lovely prompt sent in by @book-dragon-13

Thank you to the amazing @the-wayward-robot for my amazing divider check out her edits!

Warnings: None really just fluff and romance

Parings: All The C guys X You lol

Looking at your dating app you had four dates lined up with four men each with the same initials tattooed on your wrist. You were hopeful that one of these four men would be your soulmate. Taking a breath your first date was with a Cater Baizen.

"Hi, are you Carter?" He smiles at you as he sits down, you could tell he was made of money his clothes his whole persona screamed rich. He was nice he flirted a bit you felt a little pull towards him but nothing that screamed soulmate.

Plus the more you talked you realized his initials didn't match with yours he's was HC you smile and chat some more he may not have been your soulmate but you made a friendship with him.

"We may not have been soulmates but this was truly the start of a beautiful friendship."

Your next CB was Chris Beck he was goofy cute and sweet you enjoyed the time with him. He wanted to show you the stars he was a doctor but he had also been to space, and you were feeling stars with him.

You felt something with Chris Beck but you still weren't 100% if he was the one. But you wanted to see him again.

"Your eyes shine like stars." He whispers shy and cute like.

Charles Blackwood, he also screamed rich and well... Assholish you eyed him as he boasted about himself and acted like he was the king. He annoyed you and you were grateful for the tiny little pull towards him but it was nothing compared to Chris's pull.

Saying goodbye to Charles was great.

"Yeah, your none brand-name clothes wouldn't work with me." He scuffed at you.

Next was Officer Chris Baker you were seeing stars again but you were confused. You felt the same stars as you did with Chris Beck. Your feelings and emotions were very confusing like a spider's web you were so confused so unsure of these feelings.

"I hope to hear back from you Kitten," Chris said with a low drawl as you two parted ways.

Lost in your mind you walk around the park your eyes catch sight of the night sky and the stars shining bright. You stop to admire them.

"That bright star is Sirius its the brightest star in the sky." Your eyes light up as you see Chris standing wearing a cute NASA hoodie looking shy again.

"It is beautiful," you say with a smile as he walks a little bit closer.

"I said it was the brightest star but your eyes are the brightest I've ever seen." Your heart stops as you get lost in his baby blue eyes.

Suddenly the stars aligned as you realized something. Your wrist starts to throb as you look down a star forms in the middle of the "CB"

"Chris? I think you're my star." You blush as you hold out your wrist he runs his fingers over it and gently presses his lips to it.

"I think you're my star too."

The pull was the strongest you've ever felt as your pulled in his big warm arms you suddenly feel home.

"So star glazing for our first date and maybe hot cocoa after?" You smile big. As you snuggle in his arms.

Chris made his promise come true he truly did show you the stars.

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