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chasingmidnights · 9 months

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Title: A First Time for Everything

Pairing: sugar daddy!Carter Baizen x reader

Bingo Selections: Cafe AU; first time; sugar daddy

Summary: Carter is a regular at the cafe that you work at. One day, he offers you an opportunity that you have a hard time saying no to.

A/N: This is my first entry for the bingo slumber-party event that’s going on (@the-slumberparty)! I hope you enjoy it! Please note, nothing is beta read and I do not claim to be any kind of professional writer. All my mistakes are my own. Also, the gold glitter divider that you see was by @firefly-graphics.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI!! Warnings would include: some angst, mild self-degradation; mild cursing; mentions of sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship; Carter Baizen (yes, he’s a warning!); mentions class/society differences; mild inappropriate thoughts; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 3,596

The morning rush had been non-stop since you flicked on the open sign. Usually you could handle the craziness along with the rude, snooty customers but when two of your coworkers called at the last minute, it put you in a sour mood. Also, normally, you wouldn’t mind the handsome stranger taking up a spot at the counter for over an hour but with how busy the cafe had been this morning, it was kind of getting annoying. You were about to ask him to leave when the espresso machine started screeching at you and spewing steam.

“Dammit!” You muttered under your breath as you turned your attention to the machine instead of the man.

Just as you left, the brunette man looked up from his paper and smirked. He picked up his coffee mug and took a small drink of his coffee. A chuckle escaped him as he watched you manhandle the espresso machine.

“Something funny sir?” You snapped as you tried to get the espresso machine to work.

Before he could comment, another customer walked up and interrupted. “Excuse me, miss? I think my coffee was made wrong. There’s supposed to be three shots of espresso and I can tell there’s only one.”

You groaned quietly as the customer complained about their order. When you turned to face the upset woman, you were surprised when the older gentleman spoke up.

“That’s impossible.” You raised a brow as you watched the interaction. “Impossible because I’ve watched her make every order since I’ve gotten here. While making each order, she counts everything. It doesn’t matter whether it's pumps of syrup or spoonfuls of matcha powder, she counts it. She doesn’t think anyone notices but I do. So, there is no way possible that there is only one shot of espresso in your order. And, as you can tell, the espresso machine is currently out of order.”

Your jaw dropped as you listened to the man defend you to this rude lady. A disgruntled scoff came from the woman before she picked up her cup and retreated. It took a few moments for you to comprehend what just happened, you didn’t think anyone paid that much attention to you. Let alone someone who was so attractive. You blinked a few times before you walked over to the brunette.

“Ya know, you didn’t have to do that.” You felt your cheeks starting to heat up as he made eye contact with you.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Some of these high society, Upper East Siders need to be knocked down a few notches. I enjoy doing it.” He then took a sip of his coffee.

“Well, thank you.” You tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. You then introduce yourself properly and tell him your name.

“Oh, I know who you are sweetheart.” He gave a quick wink and just then his phone dinged. You swore that you both sighed in annoyance at the interruption of your conversation. Surely you just imagined his sigh.

“Sorry about that.” He said as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Looks like I’ve gotta head off. But here, take this,” He paused as he pulled out what looked like a business card. You looked down at the elegant, white card with crisp black lettering. “Call me, I would love to discuss a few things with you.”

Your face scrunched up in immediate confusion as you looked back up at the brunette. What on earth could he possibly want to discuss with you?

“Who do I ask for if I decide to call? There’s no name, it just says Baizen Industries.”

He smirked as he put a twenty dollar bill in the tip jar. “Ask for Carter Baizen.”

You watched as he effortlessly left the cafe, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and your mind swirling with questions. Did that really just happen?

“Wow, I can’t believe this! No fuckin’ way! Carter Baizen wants you to call him?!”

You had just told your best friend and roommate, Zoey, about what happened today as the two of you sat down for dinner. “Okay, how do you know who this person is and I don’t?”

“Because you, my darling, are completely oblivious to what’s happening in the world.” She teased and you playfully rolled your eyes at her, even though it was true. You watched as she reached for her laptop and set aside her plate. She quickly typed on her keyboard and pulled up Baizen Industries on the internet. “This is what you’re dealing with.” She then turned her laptop towards you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little odd about looking Carter up but you were curious. From what you gathered from the website page, he was a rising titan in the oil industry and dealt with many areas within the oil industry. You still had a hard time believing that a man of his status wanted anything to do with you. You lived in Brooklyn whereas he lived on the Upper East Side and probably vacationed in Martha’s Vineyard. Wait, no, he was an oil guy, that didn’t sound right. You let out a heavy sigh as you continued to search the website page.

“Hey, no, don’t do that.” Zoey said as she pulled the laptop away and closed it.

You instantly let out a huff and started to pick at your food. “Do what?”

Zoey narrowed her gaze at you before she softened it. “You’re a total catch! Don’t let stupid society and its so-called rules get to you! If you want to call him, you should! Who knows, it could be the best damn thing to ever happen to you!”

You playfully shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Can I at least have a couple of days to think about it?” You gave Zoey your best puppy dog eyes and pout.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Zoey breaks first.

“Alright, fine! But if you don’t, then I’m gonna do it for you!” Zoey smirked, but you knew she wasn’t teasing.

A few days passed and you still had not called Carter. You had formed a pro-con list in your mind about this whole situation, which you still could not wrap your mind around. Surely it was some kind of trick? The cafe was buzzing and as you went to use the espresso machine, you were surprised that it didn’t combust on you. You started to examine the machine and wondered who fixed it, you wanted to thank that person. Heck, you could kiss that person right now.

“You’re welcome.”

Carter.

You slowly turned to face the man who was now in his usual seat at the counter. “You fixed it?”

Carter ticked his head after he took a drink of his coffee. “Well, had it replaced. You know, you never called.”

A smile spread across your face. “Yeah, I was doing some thinking. I was gonna call you tonight.”

“How about you meet me for dinner tonight instead?”

How was he such a smooth talker? Just his little smirk alone was making you go weak at the knees.

“Eight o’clock, The Artemis.” Carter said, it was almost more of an order more than anything.

A part of you was impressed and made you want to say yes immediately. “What if I don’t show up?”

Carter then stood up, placing a ridiculous large tip on the counter. “You will sweetheart.”

“How are you so sure?” You asked before he left.

You could see the twinkle in his eyes as he stared at you.

“Your curiosity.”

Later that night, you found yourself staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror that you had in your room. Zoey had loaned you an elegant, yet simple black dress which hugged your curves and accentuated your best features perfectly. Zoey also helped with your hair and makeup, keeping it all very simple and classic. Eight o’clock was approaching and your stomach was in knots. You couldn’t help but second guess your decision on everything. From you actually deciding to go to this dinner, to the outfit, to-

“Will you come out all ready?! You look gorgeous!” Zoey called out from behind your closed door. “Besides, you’re gonna be late!”

You took a deep breath before you finally left your bedroom. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes! He’d be stupid to not be interested in you. You’re a goddess and you’re completely worth it!” Zoey encouraged you before she wrapped you into a hug.

You didn’t know what you would do without Zoey, she was always the best hype girl and knew exactly what to say to get you out of your thoughts. Just then, a knock came from the apartment door and the two of you separated. Confusion washed over you both as another knock sounded from the door. You went to answer the door to find an older man standing there in a black suit.

“Can we help you?” You asked, arching a brow as you did.

“Did Carter send a car?” Zoey whispered in awe.

“Yes ma’am, Mr. Baizen sent a car for you. He didn’t think it was right for you to have to take a cab.” The man confirmed.

You and Zoey looked at each other and you did your best to conceal your excitement. “Alright, let me just grab a few things and then I’m ready.”

When you got to the restaurant, the car slowly came to a stop. Your heart started to race as you waited for the driver to open the door, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to make a huge fool out of yourself. As the driver opened the door and offered you a hand to help you out of the car, you took a deep breath before you accepted his hand and climbed out of the vehicle. You gave the driver a small smile as you straightened up and adjusted your dress.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It’s no problem, miss. I’ll be back as soon as your dinner with Mr. Baizen is over.” The gentleman informed you, before he briskly walked back over to the driver side of the car.

After a moment, you turned to face the restaurant. The Artemis was a high end, five-star restaurant and a place you could never afford on your own. The building itself was exquisite, brick with greenhouse windows that were floor to ceiling. In reality, it was just a little hole in the wall joint that looked like it belonged in a fairytale. When you walked inside, your jaw dropped at how beautiful it was. There was greenery everywhere along with fairlights all over the place, it gave the place a very intimate setting. It was surprisingly spacious for being such a small restaurant, tables evenly spread throughout and in the far back corner was a small bar. As you took in every detail of the restaurant, you noticed how quiet the place was, with very few other customers that mingled around. Then you spotted Carter.

Butterflies started to flutter like crazy in your stomach. He was wearing an all black suit which matched well against his sun-kissed skin. His hair was neatly combed back but still had a little fluffiness in the front. You could tell that it had been a few days since he had last shaved last but you actually didn’t mind the stubble. A thought popped into your head and you instantly shook it away, you shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts. You barely know the man. Carter stood up when you reached the table and he pulled the chair out for you.

“Wow, you look absolutely beautiful.” Carter complimented as you sat down.

“Thank you. Are you sure about this place?” You asked as you looked around again.

Carter glanced around as well but shortly after a smile formed on his face. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, tonight is all about you. Order whatever you like.”

Just then, a waiter walked over and offered some champagne before he started to fill our glasses. “I hope you enjoy it, it’s one of our bests.”

The waiter gave a slight nod before he walked away. You took a sip of the champagne and you couldn’t agree more with him.

“Do you like it?” Carter asked as he smiled from across the table.

Your eyes lit up as you set the slim flute down. “Very much.”

“Good, only the best for you.” Carter smiled as he raised his glass a little bit towards you before he took a sip of his own champagne.

A comfortable silence washed over the both of you as you looked over the menus. Everything sounded delicious and you did your best to control your facial features at each price next to each meal. You know he said not to worry and to order whatever you like but you still couldn’t help looking at the more inexpensive options. When the wait returned, you were still looking at the menu and had not made a decision.

“If I may, tonight I would recommend the Chef’s choice. It’s a fantastic option, if I do say so myself.” The waiter suggested with a smile.

“Sounds perfect.” Carter agreed and before you could protest, your menu was being taken away from you and the waiter was walking away from the table.

You couldn’t help but glance around the restaurant, a wave of nervousness suddenly washed over you. As you looked around, Carter found himself staring at you, anyone else that he would’ve asked here tonight probably would be taking every last advantage of him right now. But you were different, he could tell. When your eyes landed on Carter again, you felt your cheeks begin to heat up. To help calm your nerves, you reached for your champagne glass and took a rather large sip. Carter let out a small chuckle before he took a sip from his own glass. After a brief moment of silence, you finally decided to speak up again and ask the question you had been dying to know the answer too.

“So, why did you ask me here tonight?”

A smirk curled up onto the corner of his lips. “Is it so hard to believe that I find you attractive and just want to get to know you better?”

“Yes.” You deadpanned.

“And why is that?” Carter sat back in his chair as he crossed his arms.

“Because I’m mid-class Brooklyn and you’re high-society, Upper East Side. Oh, not to mention one of the world’s top oil guys right now.” You leaned back a little bit when the waiter brought out the first course. You smiled up at the waiter and thanked him.

Carter uncrossed his arms as he placed his napkin on his lap. “Believe it or not, I’m actually not that shallow.”

“Then why? You said that you had a few things you wanted to discuss with me?” You arched a brow before you took a few bites of the first course.

Whatever you just ate was absolutely delicious and simply melted in your mouth. You ate a few more bites before the conversation continued.

“I’m gonna be completely transparent here with you then because there’s obviously no tricking you. I asked you here tonight because I think you’d be perfect for my needs.” Carter started to explain, he then took a sip of his champagne.

‘For his needs,’? You thought and your mind started to wonder what he meant by that. Did he think you were some sort of call girl?

“For your needs?” You inquired, causing you to put down your fork.

“Yes. Let’s just say, I have a few functions that are coming up and I need someone at my side. I think you’d be perfect. You see, I’m trying to rebrand as being a family man, and well some of these companies that I work with aren’t too thrilled that I don’t have a woman by my side.” Carter answered before he wiped his mouth with his napkin.

“You keep saying that but you don’t even know me. I’m not some ditzy, floozy or arm candy that can be shown off.” You felt yourself getting a bit upset, you should’ve known that this was going to happen.

“Of course not but I do know that you’re behind on some loans and that one day you would like to open and own your own cafe.” Carter pointed out and you wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow you whole right now.

“I see you’ve done your homework.” You mumbled as you bowed your head and looked down at your lap.

“Of course, I had to know who I was going to get myself involved with, sweetheart. This is why I wanted to have dinner and talk. I think we could really help each other out, if you’re open to it.”

All you could do was stare at him when you lifted your head back up. A mixture of shock and disbelief on your face. Was this really happening? Just then, your main course arrived and your first course was being taken away. When you felt like you had somewhat comprehended what was being offered, you finally spoke up.

“Let me get this straight, and please correct me if I’m wrong. If I were to say yes, would this be some kind of sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship?”

Carter chuckled as a smirk returned to his perfect, plump lips. “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of me being a benefactor, but if that’s the way that you wanna phrase it, then yes.”

You took a deep breath before you decided to take a few bites of food. A million thoughts roamed in your mind as you ate. After a few moments, you took a long drink of your champagne before wiping your mouth with your napkin.

“If I were to say yes, how would this work? Like, would there be some kind of NDA or some kind of contract that I would have to sign?” You watched as Carter straightened up and arched a brow.

“Well, if you say yes, then yes, I would write up a contract. I would let you go over it and only if you agreed to the terms then we would both sign it. Look, I understand that you probably have a thousand questions and are probably rightfully skeptical of me, but we’re not gonna figure this out in one night. So, how about tonight, we treat this as if it were a normal date and you can have a few days to think about this?” Carter tilted his head as he waited for you to answer.

You studied Carter for a moment as you thought about what he just said. After a moment, you took a deep breath and tried to relax. “Alright, let’s do that, treat it like an actual date.”

“Gladly.” Carter beamed at you from across the table and you could see the twinkle in his eyes.

By the time you got home, Zoey was already asleep on the couch and you couldn’t help but smile. You walked over to her and covered her up with a blanket and shut the T.V. off. You didn’t bother to wake her up, you could tell her everything later the next day. As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about Carter or the fact that he was pretty much offering to be your sugar daddy.

Almost a week passed before Carter popped back into the cafe. You were a bit surprised to see him as you came out of the back, you had started to wonder if he had changed his mind. A small smile crept onto your lips as you watched him for a few moments before going over to talk to him.

“You know, I tried to call but was told that you weren’t available.” You said as casually as possible.

Carter swallowed his coffee before answering. “Yeah, sorry about that sweetheart. We had an emergency at one of our Texas plants and had to take care of a few things. Hope you didn’t miss me too much, sweetheart.”

There are those damn butterflies.

“Maybe a little bit.”

You watched as a small smile formed on Carter’s lips. “So, have you thought about my offer?”

Just then a loud crash came from the back of the cafe. You groaned as the sound of dishes shattering ruined your moment with Carter.

“I have thought about it. And well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

“Can I take that as a yes then?” It was adorable the way Carter perked up.

“Yes.” You smiled back at him.

“Great! I’ll get a contract written up and set up a time for us to meet.”

Another loud crash came from the back as Carter was standing up from his seat. Carter placed yet another ridiculous tip on the counter before he turned to leave. You watched as he left the cafe, getting a little hypnotized by the sway of his hips. A groan escaped you once more as you heard your name being called for from the back. As you made your way to the back, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future was about to hold now that it seems you have gotten yourself a sugar daddy.

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Night Moves, Part 2

Summary: Carter is not happy with Lloyd

Pairings: Carter Baizen X Lloyd Hansen, Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, prostitution, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5K

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*Divider created by @firefly-graphics

Lloyd ruffles through your rough draft of your profile yet again. Tapping his fingers on Carter’s desk, before swirling his pink lollipop in his mouth. Carter rolls his eyes watching his friend and partner stew over the papers.

“It’s in her handwriting,” he laments, leaning back in his chair. “What’s the deal with you?”

“I was the one that told Marshall to give her our card,” Carter runs his tongue over his teeth as he listen. “Yes, I got involved before she ever got here. She needed us.”

“And the problem with her profile?” he can’t even think straight knowing that Lloyd got involved. “Did you pay for her?”

“I don’t fucking pay for sex,” his voice angry and toying on the line of annoyance. “I simply told Marshall to give her our card. She needed our protection.”

“You mean yours? And I see you skirted over her profile question.”

“You asked a second question which warranted more attention. I don’t pay for sex, Baizen. We can’t send her out on stage and let people like Drysdale, Langley, the Winchester’s, or even Billy fucking Lee just ogle her with this shit on her dos. It’s like leading a lamb to the slaughter. Are you sure she wrote this? That sweet little sugar cookie put this down as her kinks? I’m calling bullshit. Did you get to her? Did Natasha?”

“You know I don’t get involved,” he rolls his eyes, pulling up your paperwork and laughs, “This doesn’t have Natasha’s fingerprints on it at all. You know she’s a Dominatrix, right? Her clients get off on pain and humiliation. And she gets off by inflicting it.”

Lloyd pulls the sucker out of his mouth, and sniffs the watermelon confection, “Please don’t tell me you shoved that up her,” he chuckles shaking his head no at Carter. “Good. I see insertion is on her kinks, and you’re mouth fucking that candy. Lloyd, you gotta let this go.”

“She cannot be put on the menu with this shit on her profile. Sweeten it up. She’s into praise, and dressing up. Sweet love making, maybe a bit of a daddy kink. Don’t put breeding on there. Barber will snatch her right up. A bit of hair pulling or something.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Carter starts to slam his fist on the desk, but stops. “She wrote that. What if some of those you’re suggesting is her hard nos?”

“Keep reading. They’re not. She makes a note and says they’re not. See,” his finger points some more at her notes. “She says while they’re not her kinks, she can do them,” Carter’s eyes narrow at Lloyd shaking his head no. “I’m not in too deep, and I haven’t tainted the merchandise. Yet,” he adds with a smirk. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, you’re not. That’s the thing. This,” he throws the file at Lloyd, a deep frown line in between his brows. “Do not go trying to mold her to you. Girls get jealous easily. You make her fall for you, take her off the menu, and then what? You continue your show and tell for the other girls? And then she gets jealous and tries to harm them.”

“You leave that fucking cunt Laurie out of this. I didn’t do anything like that. I tried to set her up with a husband, and Andy didn’t want her. I can’t help it that stupid girl equated sex with love. Imagine, a prostitute falling after sex,” Lloyd’s face softens because he knows that Carter is beyond pissed off and trying to protect their assets, but also their asses.

“All I’m asking is for time,” Carter shakes his head no at him. His face glowering at Lloyd. “Please? One week. Let me feel her out.”

“No. You’ve found your perfect little whore. Housewife? I read the profile. Andy would be a good fit,” his fist finally connects to the desk, as he stands up finishing the conversation. “She’s not yours, Lloyd. She’s our employee. Just because she ticks off every single one of your fucking kinks does not mean she is yours. Set her up with Rumlow for an evening.”

“No! Listen, I just want to make sure that sweet face is really into this kinda thing. I haven’t even went over the safety rules with her,” Carter hums out a whatever as he holds the door open for Lloyd.

“When was the last time you visited Nat for an evening. You need to loosen up, Baizen. She enjoys topping you.”

“Get the fuck out. One week. And I’m sending her profile to Rumlow,” Lloyd clenches his teeth at the mention of you with him. He’d have to come up with a plan to make you seem unappealing. “Why don’t you go check on your newest recruit. You talk to her about her kinks. Pick her out a pretty dress. Talk about her assignment with you. You know, the Lloyd Hansen schtick. Just keep your emotions out of this.”

“I’ll try, sunshine.”

“Lloyd! You’re messing with my business and my money. You can mess with yours all you want to, but I am your partner.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let me go talk to the little one,” cocking up an eyebrow he watches as Lloyd walks out. Your profile in his hand, and his mind racing trying to figure out his next move.

With a sigh, Carter pulls up his phone. A quick phone call won’t hurt anyone. Placing the device on his head, he gets that gruff voice, “Rumlow, I think I found something you’ve been looking for. A bit pure, and her profile matches yours quite perfectly.”

“Hmm, when will she be available?” Brock says gruffly. Putting down the stack of bills he was counting. His fingers snapping at his men in the room to leave.

“We’re working on it. She’s a bit nervous. But I think she’ll be ready to comply.”

“Those words. How’s your mens division doing? Those sweet little puppies ready to play again?”

“No,” Carter answers. While the two had been curious about what Brock would dish out, they ultimately weren’t ready for him. “But this one is real sweet. I’ll forward the rough profile over to you.”

“She’s that new, huh? No one’s disgusting hands have touched her? Not even Lloyd’s?” Carter answers a quick not yet, as he sends over your profile. “Maybe I don’t want to know if he can break her. Maybe I want to see those pitiful little tears as she begs to fucking cum.”

“A week. Give her a week, and she’ll be offered as a private dessert for you. At the estate. You won’t be taking her off sight like Steve and Bucky.”

“You’re no fun. Fine. I’ll be patient. Send me Maximoff in my spare time. Tell her I’ll play nice. I know she doesn’t like her legs to be bound,” Carter bids the man goodbye.

Walking out to let Stacey know that Wanda needed to go to Brock’s compound with her guard, Vision. “Mr. Baizen, is this a good idea?”

“He’s already wired the money. He’s waiting for the new girl.”

“Maybe it’s time to cut times with Rumlow. He’s…”

“Maybe you worry about yourself. Get it done, now.”

Lloyd’s hand smooths over the duvet of your new bed. Those sweet eyes of his glowing as he smiles up at you, “Have a seat, Sugar pie. I had a chance to look over your profile, and I had some questions.”

Sheepishly you sit beside him. Trying to avert your gaze to anything, but him. You forgot how he was going to be reading that. “I can explain.”

“No need to. What turns on us isn’t wrong, as long as it’s not at the expense of someone else. Your kinks aren’t too extreme, just not what I was expecting from a sweet girl, like yourself.”

He reaches to pull your chin to look up at him. His lips turn up into a smile, and you find your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Butterflies beat in your belly, and your chest feels tight, throat dry, and unable to do anything but croak.

“We have a lot in common, Sugar. I’ll tell you what. You choose something off your list. And I can demonstrate the proper etiquette for you. Make sure you come up with a good concise safe word. But also your code word for your guard. I think that Clark would be a good fit to protect you. So what do you think you want to try?”

“Umm…do you think I should change my answers? Maybe not to go too dramatic so quickly?”

“That’s up to you, Sugar. I’ll never make you do anything. But, we do have some clients that can go a bit extreme.”

“Um, yeah. I think…maybe…can we try this one? And I decide afterwards?” his eyes scan down to see where your finger lands, and his petal pink lips turn up in a grin.

“Of course. Whatever you want.”

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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New Year, New Leaf: Part 2

Pairings: Carter Baizen x Reader (Sugar Daddy Carter Baizen)

Warnings: Swearing, attempted rape (if you squint really hard), fluff, propositioned prostitution I guess.

Word Count: 4,530

Part 1

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“Well you clean up nice.” You smiled shyly at Carter as you glanced down at the brightly colored, floor length dress you had picked out. It reminded you of an abstract painting. With a nod, you glanced up at him and grabbed the coat that Sierra had insisted you needed off the hook by the door. You stepped out of your apartment as you shrugged it on and closed the door behind you.

“Thank you. I’m a little out of my element here.” Carter smiled and offered you his arm to help you down the stairs in your heels.

“Just pretend it’s a student show or something. It’s no big deal.” You huffed a laugh as he held open the door to your building and lead you out into the cold.

“Yea, no big deal to you because you probably do this all the time. I’m just an art student.” You thanked the driver you recognized from the other night and slid into the welcomingly heated limo. Carter slid in after you and nodded.

“And that is what I’d like to talk to you about.” You glanced over at him as the driver pulled away from the curb and into traffic. He turned on the seat to look at you as he pulled a joint from his jacket. With a quick flick of his Bic lighter, he inhaled deeply and held it out to you. You took it carefully as he exhaled toward the cracked open sunroof. “I’d like to offer you a job as my professional date for any events I have to go to.” You smarted a bit as you passed him back the joint and shook your head.

“That’s not a job that’s…” Your brow furrowed as you looked at the joint that he was offering you again. You shook your head and held up your hand as you searched his serious eyes. “That’s a hooker.”

“I think the term is sugar baby.” He said casually as he took a final drag of his joint. He licked his thumb and put it out as he looked back up at you. “And yes, that’s what I’m proposing. I’ve made my way around the Upper East Side and bringing in a fresh face that no one knows would be the perfect screw you to the masses, a great fuck you to Chuck and my folks, and it benefits you…”

“What in Gods name makes you think that I would agree to such a demeaning ‘job’ as you call it.” He cocked his eyebrow at you and gestured to your dress.

“You kinda already did.” Your frowned and crossed your arms over your chest as he pulled a cigarette from a shiny, silver cigarette case. He offered it to you and with a sigh, you took one. “Look, I don’t wanna sleep with you. Well, I mean I do but I don’t expect it. I’m just sick of being with girls that want to go to events strictly to get in my pants. My parents are treating to cut me off if I don’t settle down so I see this as a win-win for all of us. I have a steady date to events, my parents think I’m settling down so I can keep my money, you get money to support yourself and your art work and shit so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Win-win.” You said softly as he flipped an ashtray open on his door. You were forced to lean over him to ash your cigarette as he nodded.

“Win-win.” He looked at you expectantly as you reached up to run your fingers through your hair but you paused as you remembered that it had taken the hair dresser over an hour to get it in the tight up-do it was in. With a sigh, you shrugged with your hands and sighed.

“Whatever. I’ve got nothing fucking better to do.” He smirked at you as you took a long drag of your cigarette.

“Oh, and don’t worry about acting like a hoity-toity bitch. I have absolutely zero regard for my public image anymore. Swearing at paparazzi and getting drunk at dinner before a red carpet is absolutely acceptable in my book.” You smirked and nodded at him as you crossed your legs.

“So basically you want me to be as obnoxious as possible as a screw you to your parents for making you settle down.” He chuckled and nodded as he ashed his cigarette.

“Man, you catch on quick.” You nodded as you leaned over him and ashed your own cigarette.

“I didn’t get into NYU by mistake.” He smiled at you as the driver pulled up in front of Ocean Prime. You glanced at the door as Carter put out his and your cigarettes. He glanced over with you as a door man came over to open the door.

“Ready?” You put on a smile and shrugged.

“Fuck it.” He smiled at you and offered you his hand to help you out of the car and into your new roll as his public girlfriend.

——

You didn’t realize that the event that Carter was taking you to was the soft opening of Chuck Bass’ newest bar. You scowled at Carter’s smirk as the car pulled up at the end of the unnecessary red carpet.

“Really, Carter?”

“I thought it was funny… baby.” You rolled your eyes as the door to the car opened. Flashes of light instantly filled the back seat of the car as your date slipped out and offered you his hand. You forced a smile on your face and slipped out of the car. The line of people that were trying to get in almost instantly pulled out their phones to catch Carter Baizen and his newest flavor of the week. You took Carter’s offered arm forced yourself to control your second eye roll as you headed into the building. You blinked a couple times to adjust your eyes to the small darker room, that was decked with deep reds and blacks every where you looked. You scoffed as you saw Chuck Bass, surrounded by a few girls on a black, leather couch in the center of the room.

“(Y/N)?” You looked over as Vanessa pushed herself off the bar with a shocked smile. You saw her new fling, Nate’s eyes narrow at your date.

“Hey, ‘ness.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek and gestured to your new… sugar daddy. “You know Carter, right?” She nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile as Nat put his hand on the small of her back.

“Baizen.”

“Archibald.” You glanced between the two men and Vanessa reached out and touched your arm.

“So where did you go the other night? You just up and left.” You shrugged as the bartender set two of the nights signature drink on the bar. The sight of a pad of paper and a pencil caught your eye as you grabbed the two drinks and handed one to Carter.

“My knight in shining armor here saved me from being raped by Chuck Bass on the roof.” The entire building got dead silent as you took a casual sip of your awful drink. With a blatant look of disgust, you set it back down on the bar as Carter burst out laughing beside you.

“He what?!” Vanessa said as she looked over at Chuck while he stormed over toward you.

“The hell are you doing?” He hissed as he glanced around at the journalists that were getting closer to you to eavesdrop as best as they could. You cocked your eyebrow at him, using the champagne you had at dinner to fuel your distaste for the man in front of you.

“What, don’t like a girl who speaks her mind? Or do you not like a girl who says no?” You seethed under your breath. Carter laughed as he put his hand on the small of your back.

“Don’t make a scene, Bass. You’ll just make yourself look more guilty.”

“I have nothing to be guilty over. I wasn’t even near this slut last night.” You didn’t know what possessed you, whether it was the slight light headedness from the alcohol or the fact that Carter had basically given you permission to be your wild cat self out in public, but you quickly pulled back and punched Chuck in the face with every ounce of force you could muster. The dark room was instantly engulfed with flashes of white light as the journalists got as many photos as they could as fast as they could.

“Get this trash out of my bar!” He shouted as he pointed to you while rubbing his jaw. You raised your hands up in surrender for a moment as a bouncer came over and stood between you and Chuck. You felt Vanessa grab your left hand as Carter laced his fingers with your right and lead you out of the bar.

“He tried to rape you?” Vanessa asked, as she followed you up the road to where Carter’s limo was waiting. You glanced back at her and nodded as Carter pulled open the back door.

“Yea, it was a fucking great New Year’s party.” You said sarcastically as you got in the back and pulled your friend in after you. The pair of you missed the silent, anger filled exchange between your dates outside as you settled into the seat on the side of the limo. “I’d have been screwed if Carter hadn’t been on the roof to have a cigarette as well.”

“Oh, it was nothing, sweetheart.” He said as he closed the door behind him. You gave him a warm smile as Nate glanced over at him.

“Wow. Never thought I’d see the day when Carter Baizen rescues someone other than himself.”

“Nate!” Vanessa hissed as Carter gave the driver the name of what you assumed had to be a club somewhere in Manhattan. Her boyfriend shrugged his shoulders as Carter pulled out a joint and sparked it up.

“Well Archibald, There’s a lot of shit about me that you don’t really know. And the shit Chuck has fed you is ninety percent pure fucking bull shit.” He leaned forward and passed you the joint with a smirk. “Nice hit by the way.” You smirked and sat back against the leather seat.

“You like that? Learned that at NYU, too.”

“Oh, you guys go to school together?” Nate asked as you passed Vanessa the joint. She nodded as she passed it on to Nate without taking her own hit.

“We were in the same Art History class before she went to .” She said with a smile as she glanced over at you.

“We got into a heated debate about Pollock and ended up making out after.” The two men’s hands froze as they were passing the joint and you could almost hear their jaws drop.

“Damn.” They both muttered as Vanessa hit your leg with a laugh.

“So didn’t make out.” She said with a shake of her head. “We did fight though when we were working on a project but bonded over our similar music tastes…”

“And the fact that our teacher was the absolute, bull dyke spawn of Satan.” Vanessa glanced back at you with a laugh as you took the joint from Carter.

“She really was, wasn’t she?” You nodded in agreement as the cab pulled up to the club.

“Damn… so you didn’t kiss at all?” Carter asked as you handed Nate the last bit of the joint. You giggled and shook your head.

“Sorry, honey. No lesbian wet dreams for you.” He cocked his eyebrow at you as his driver opened the back door.

“Wanna bet on that one?” He disappeared from the car as Nate looked a little flustered and Vanessa blushed scarlet. You followed the two of them out of the limo and accepted Carter’s offered hand. He pulled you into his side and bent down to whisper in your ear. “Damn, baby. Keep this shit up and I may take back the ‘not expecting to sleep with you’ thing because I may not be able to control myself.” You couldn’t help but gasp as he took a half step closer and pressed his half hard length against your thigh. You whipped your head toward him and met his blue eyes with an almost evil smirk.

“That a dare, or a double dare… daddy.” His eyes instantly darkened with lust as his grip tightened on your arm.

“Don’t tease me, baby girl. Not nice to tease.” You forced your eyes to soften mischievously and turned a little more toward him.

“But daddy… where’s the fun in that?” You reached up and ran your fingertips down his jaw and his breath caught in his throat. You pulled your hand out of his, turned on your heel and lifted the edge of your dress so you wouldn’t trip. “Coming, Carter?” You heard him growl as you followed Vanessa and Nate through the red rope and into the loud club you typically wouldn’t be able to get in to. As the music and strobing lights enveloped you into poorly lit room, Carter grabbed your hand. You paused at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the VIP lounge Nate was leading you too and looked back at him. He searched your eyes and you saw, for the first time since his proposition, the caring man you saw New Years Eve and not the man who had offered you money to be his public girlfriend.

“Where the hell have you been all my life?” You shrugged as you reached out for his hand and laced your fingers with his.

“Guess I was just waiting to get saved.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat on a giant pillow in your private studio at school, staring at the blank wall in front of you. Kurt Cobain’s voice spilled peacefully through your old, temperamental headphones as you tried to figure out just what you wanted your final thesis exhibition piece to be for graduation. Sketches of your past installations and photographs of every piece you had submitted for grades or student galleries littered the floor around you. You were contemplating maybe doing something along the lines of a memorial when someone touched your shoulder softly.

An extremely unfeminine scream left your chest as you ripped your bulky headphones off your head, sending them clattering to floor in two pieces. You whipped your head around, sending a few loose strands of hair that had slipped your bandana’s hold flying across your face. Carter’s wide, grey blue eyes looked down at you as he fought to hide his laugh.

“I’m so sorry. I called your name.” You huffed and buried your face in your hands.

“Jesus, Carter.” You looked back up at him and brushed the stray hairs back from your face. “How did you find me?”

“Gossip Girl.” Your brow furrowed as you pulled some of your drawings toward you and pointed to the chair folded in the corner.

“The hell is Gossip Girl?” He glanced back at you as he grabbed your chair and pulled it toward you.

“You don’t know what Gossip Girl is?” You shook your head as you leaned over and grabbed a roll of electrical tape from one of the boxes of supplies on the shelf.

“I joined the Facebook when I started school just so one of my classmates could write on my wall for a group project because lord forbid she use email like a normal person would.” You glanced up at him as you peeled the end of the tape free from the roll. “So no, I don’t know what Gossip Girl is.”

“It’s just Facebook not the Facebook.” He told you as he grabbed his iPhone from his pocket and pulled up the website to show you. You stopped taping your headphones back together (for the millionth time) and reached out to look at the zoomed in map of Manhattan. You looked at the tiny picture of your face, showing you were at school and shook your head.

“Well that’s not creepy at all.” You said as you tapped on the photo. You smirked at the picture of you punching Chuck from the week before and shrugged. “Good picture though.”

“I definitely agree.” He took his phone back and sat back in his chair. “So what are you doing?” You sighed as you tossed the tape back into the box and looked up at him.

“Trying to figure out what the hell I’m gunna do for my last project. I’m thinking of doing a 9-11 memorial piece to represent the collapse of modern-day society thanks to social media and media in general but I’m still undecided.” His eyebrows flew to his hairline as you sighed and looked at the sketch of a piece you did your freshman year.

“Damn. And I thought art classes would be easy.” You giggled and shook your head.

“Not at all. Which is why I’ve been staring at a white wall for the past hour and a half surrounded by paper with only Nirvana to keep me entertained.” You giggled and held up your headphones with a shrug. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” You set your headphones down and stretched over to grab your sketch book and your hidden glass bowl.

“Well you wanna go grab something to eat? Take a break for a while?” You shook your head and glanced up at the clock above the door as you got up to grab your colored pencils, your toilet paper roll to hide the fact that you were getting high and your lighter.

“I can’t leave for another half hour. Technically, I’m in class right now.” He nodded slowly as you grabbed your small, air-tight container of weed from your bag.

“Do I need to leave?” You laughed and shook your head as you pulled up your black bandeau and set all your stuff down on the ground in front of your pillow.

“Not at all. I already had my hour with my mentor and then I gotta do two hours of ‘self discovery and contemplation’ before I can go. So no one will even know you're here.” You locked the door to your studio and came back over with a smile. You couldn't help notice Carter was shamelessly checking you out; his eyes lingering for a moment at the curve of your backside in your black yoga pants and your D cup breast in their tiny cotton holder. “Hey.” His eyes darted up to yours and you put you gestured to your chest. “These are not my eyes.”

“You put yourself on display like that and I’m gunna stare, baby girl.” You rolled your eyes as you unplugged your headphones from your phone and turned on Nirvana again. “What’s your tattoo?” You glanced down at side and sighed. You stood up straight and pulled down your yoga pants a bit and lifted up your top a quarter inch to show him the metal ladder you had drawn to resemble broken metal and shattered glass windows. At the very top was a depiction of the constellation, Pisces at the top with ‘May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young’ around it and a set of dates at the bottom. It was the only tattoo you had.

“It’s for my mom.” You said as you took a step over to him so he could see it. “She was a nurse and she passed away trying to help at the trade centers after nine-eleven.” His hand paused part way to reaching up to run his fingers over the ink and he looked up at you.

“Holy shit. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” You shook your head and pulled your clothes back into place with a smile.

“Don’t be. She’s the one who wanted me to come to NYU and pursue my dream of being an artist. That’s why a lot of my pieces revolve around September, 11th in some way.” You leaned over and grabbed a few photographs to show him. “I miss her, sure but I do everything I can to make her proud.” Carter nodded as you sat back down on your pillow and started to pack a bowl.

“So what about your dad?” You huffed a laugh and grabbed your lighter.

“You mean my sperm donor? He dipped out when my mom told him he knocked her up. My older brother raised me when my mom passed away.” He nodded as you lit the bowl and held in the smoke. You used the edge of the lighter to put out the bowl so smoke wouldn’t escape and grabbed the toilet paper roll that you had stuffed with ten dryer sheets. “Exhale in this. I can’t get written up again.” He nodded as you exhaled into the filter, successfully containing the smoke and passed both to him.

“Sorry I brought it up.” You shook your head and swiped your hand at him as you grabbed your sketch pad.

“Don’t be. Most people that know me know about my mom. It’s been over fifteen years. If I can’t talk about her now, I need some serious help.” He nodded as you flipped through the book to find a blank page, sighing when you realized you had only one left. You flipped to it and grabbed your small, black pencil and started drawing. You drew three lines and looked back up at him. “Wait, do you have some important lunch you needed me to go to?” He laughed and shook his head as he passed you back your bowl.

“No. Just wanted to get to know you.” You nodded slowly as you took another hit.

“Is that part of the thing?” You inquired. He shrugged as he took the bowl back and waited for the tube.

“Who knows. But I still wanted to get to know you.” You nodded at him as you handed him the tube and went back to drawing.

“Well, what do you wanna know?” He sighed loudly as you started the outline of his face.

“Well, how come you didn’t put your tuition on my AmEx?”

“Scholarship. Didn’t need to.” He nodded as he sat back in the chair and crossed his ankles.

“How do you support yourself?”

“Different ways. I’ve sold a few paintings at Vanessa’s friend’s dad’s art studio. I have some money left over from my mom’s life insurance policy that I try to stretch out. My brother helps me out if I need it. He’s some fancy lawyer up town. Woo…” You said sarcastically as you shook your hand. “Mostly I make due with what I have. I like it though; the whole starving artist thing is kinda peaceful.”

“What’s your cat’s name?” You smirked and glanced up at him.

“Bristol. My brother got her for me for Christmas.” He nodded again as you glanced back at your sketch pad and continued your rough drawing. “Do you have any pets?” He shook his head at you as he took the last hit of the bowl and knocked the ashes out into your trashcan.

“Nope. Kinda hard to have a pet when you aren’t home much.” You nodded as you glanced back up at him to get the shape of his eyes.

“Do you like that life? The fast, everything at your fingertips life?”

“Well… I don’t really know much else, you know?” You nodded slowly as you looked up to get his lips. “It’s fun though, to be able to travel at a moments notice where ever you wanna go. Like, if you could go anywhere, right now, where would it be?” Your brow furrowed as you set down your black and grabbed your brown pencil.

“You know… I don’t know. Somewhere with pretty views that’s for sure. Ireland maybe.” He nodded as you sketched in his short, brown hair.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been to Ireland.” He got up and put the bowl back in the box you had gotten it from. You tilted your sketch pad toward you with a smirk as he tried to peak at what you were drawing.

“No peeking!” You said with a glance up at him. He huffed and sat back down on the chair as you grabbed the blue and the grey.

“How do you come up with your ideas?” You glanced up at him as he crouched down and started picking up your old sketches.

“I don’t.” He looked up and met your eyes so you shrugged. “I let the artwork talk to me. All those ideas are just the ideas that lead to the final project. These are ideas for those same projects that came to me but didn’t get used.” You leaned forward and tapped the end of your pencil against the box that held all your old sketch books in it. “I just think and draw, think and draw until I come up with something that says what I want it to. Some of those ideas I don’t use, work for other projects and others I just finish for myself.” You shrugged again as you finished up the super rough and fast sketch of the man in front of you with a smile. “That’s the beauty of art.” You blew off the small fragments of pencil led, signed the bottom and handed him your book with a smile. His eyes flew open as he looked back and forth between you and your sketch of him.

“Wow. (Y/N), this is amazing.” You swiped your hand at him and started cleaning up your studio to head home for the day.

“That’s nothing. You should see what I’m capable of when I actually put more time into it.”

“Can I keep this?” You nodded as you stood up from your pillow with your photos and sketches from the floor in your hand.

“Yea, just put that sketch book in that box when you’re done.”

“Are you doing anything when you leave here?” You shook your head as you dropped everything on your desk.

“Not really. Why?” He glanced up at you with a smile as he put the sketch into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“Well I owe you some new art supplies. And lunch would be cool, too.” You returned his smile as you grabbed your flannel t-shirt off your table.

“I think I can agree to that.”

——

C’s new babe.

Spotted: our favorite bad boy and current favorite bad girl checking out art supplies at DaVinci and someone looked like kid in a candy store with a lot of brand new supplies. From what I hear she’s just a struggling art student so what brought on the shopping spree? Something smells a little… sugar sweet to me but maybe I’m just a little jaded. I promise to keep you posted as I figure out the details!

You know you love me, Xoxo Gossip Girl

Part 3

#Carter Baizen x Reader #New Year New Leaf #Sugar Daddy Carter

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dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟 [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟 (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled | 𝒔, 𝐟 (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅

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