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Explicit

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F/M

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Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationship:

Gloria Grey/Carter Vaughn

Characters:

Gloria Grey, Carter Vaughn

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Pegging

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English

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Part 10 of hypotheticals

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Published: 2026-08-07 Words: 4,489 Chapters: 1/1

she said, use your hands and my spare time

Summary

She’s in just her underwear and the harness, and Carter runs his fingers over where it sits on her hips, over the buckles and the straps looping around her legs. The ring at the center is still empty for now, and he hooks a finger into it, pulling her closer as he kisses his way down her chest.

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Carter goes to visit Gloria in LA and has another new experience.

Notes

It took Gloria all of five seconds to decide she hates her new co-star. Adrian Dela Cruz is outwardly charming, charismatic for days, a delight in interviews. As long as he stands to gain something from it. Rose already warned her about him and while Gloria went in prepared to be professional no matter what expected her, she is now realizing this guy is going to be an actual problem.

Things had started out looking great for her new movie: a fun and modern murder mystery, a hint of buddy cop dynamic thrown in (but subtle enough not to make her cringe), and a male/female lead duo that doesn’t fall in love in the end. It looked like a good time.

But after her original co-star Matt had to drop out at the last minute because of scheduling conflicts and they replaced him with Adrian, things went downhill. Her role got rewritten, half her lines cut, and her character demoted to sidekick and (of course) love interest for the male lead. Apparently Adrian used all the bargaining power that being available on short notice gave him to make himself shine. And though their director doesn’t seem to love it, he isn’t risking a costly delay to the project.

So here they are, on their LA movie set, with Adrian berating some poor PA because she brought him a chia seed and raspberry muffin when he so clearly said he wanted strawberry, don’t they pay these people to listen, and where is his matcha anyway and Gloria already counting down the days until filming wraps up.

She debated pulling out as well; it wouldn’t exactly be an unexpected reaction after the massive changes to the script and her role. But her agent, through gritted teeth, reminded her that their director is very well connected and that it could end up giving her a reputation of being difficult.

And on the one hand, Gloria would love to be difficult. Adrian gets to be really fucking difficult, after all. But she also knows her agent is right, and while she’s very popular now, she’s not established enough in the industry yet to just do what she wants all the time. Her small act of rebellion would go unnoticed and only harm herself in the end.

She hates how Hollywood works sometimes. (At least hockey players get to punch the people they don’t like. She thinks that would cheer her up immensely.)

Though all of that doesn’t mean that she’s not enjoying being back in LA. She’s been in New York a lot lately, for her series and also for Carter and their friends, but technically, her home is still here. Her girl friends are here, and it feels like stepping into another world compared to the East coast. At least here, she can be irritated about Adrian in fantastic weather while she’s lying by the pool drinking some sort of collagen and aloe vera juice concoction that will apparently make her skin glow.

But she also misses her other home, which is what New York, or more specifically its people, have become. It’s Carter most of all, of course: his gorgeous smiles and endless enthusiasm, his unwavering support for everything she does, and also his serious and quiet moments that hardly anyone gets to see.

She misses Scott picking her up from set and taking her to his apartment where a back rub and a bubble bath await, and then his sweet eagerness for new instructions. Last time, she tied his hands together and put a blindfold on him and they sat on the couch together, Gloria cuddled against his chest and telling him when to turn to the next page in the book he was holding up for her to read. Kip came home from work after a while and kissed them both, then settled against Scott’s side to read along with her for a bit. It was such a perfectly peaceful evening for all of them.

She misses hanging out with Kip and Kyle in the chaos of a busy night at the Kingfisher, both of them thriving on the energy and the attention they get. Kyle has really warmed up to her, which basically means she gets treated to the shameless flirting the same way all the guys do, except he doesn’t mean any of it in the least. She gives back just as good, and Kip is endlessly amused at just how cheesy their lines can get until one of them cracks and starts laughing. Also, she desperately wants to double-team Eric with him the way Scott and Carter do for Kip, only with significantly more orders given and a little bit of loving torment. Gloria is convinced he’d be so, so into it.

But these things take time, especially for Eric, and she’s more than happy to deepen their burgeoning friendship regardless of whether or not it ever leads them into bed together. They spent a very nice Sunday together going to Yogalates and then trying out Instagram recipes in his kitchen. It didn’t really matter that the results mostly tasted like grass and looked nothing like they were supposed to; sometimes life is about the journey. Despite being Canadian, she feels he would fit right in if he ever came to see her in LA. He’d probably return to New York with a reiki healing certificate, a Goop sponsorship, and on the verge of inventing some entirely new type of vegan keto diet. She’d really have to keep an eye on him.

But for now, she’s not thinking about any of that, because between their impossible schedules, Carter found one weekend that he can fly in on the tail end of a road trip, and she knows where her full attention is going to be for the next 48 hours.

He’s a ray of sunshine as always and lifts her right off her feet with the force of his hug when he gets there, swinging her around in a half-circle right there in her driveway.

“I missed you a lot,” he whispers and squeezes her tightly when he sets her back down. And that’s just one thing Gloria loves about him: what he says is what he means. There’s no hidden accusation in there the way she heard so many times, no attempt to guilt-trip her about her work taking up too much of her time. It just is what it is. I missed you. And now I’m happy to see you.

“And everyone said to give you lots of kisses from them, what’s that about, huh?” he asks with a grin. “Got New York wrapped around your little finger and they don’t even know it.”

“I think I really just want yours right now if that’s okay.”

“That’s so okay with me,” Carter says and the kiss that follows is more than worthy of a Hollywood movie.

They have their priorities straight, so it’s sex and then out for dinner; a French restaurant with a rooftop terrace and the sun slowly setting behind them as evening turns into night. Carter tells her about the latest team adventures leading up to their playoffs qualification and Gloria half-heartedly complains about Adrian Dela Cruz some more, but really, it’s much too nice a night to waste her breath on him. They stop by the beach before going back to her place, and walk with their feet in the water.

“Do you wanna get married?” Carter asks out of nowhere, as if he’s picking up a conversation they were having earlier.

“Is that a proposal?” Gloria laughs, even though she knows it’s not. He’s Scott’s best man and they had some wedding planning to do last week, so they probably talked about it. Two hopeless romantics giving each other ideas. They also need someone to keep an eye on them.

“Nah, just testing the waters.” He splashes some of said water at her with his foot and Gloria splashes back, and maybe they get a little carried away and end up with their pants each soaked all the way up to their knees.

“I don’t know,” she replies when she’s caught her breath and is fairly certain no new attacks are imminent. “I just think – it would make us feel like we had to change, you know? Grow up, settle down. And I like us the way we are.”

“Mhm. Yeah, that makes sense,” Carter agrees. “I like us the way we are, too.”

“Let’s see how Scott and Kip do with all that first. Maybe I’m just being weird about it.”

“Hey,” Carter says quietly and stops walking, pulling her close and taking her face in both hands to kiss her. “I promise I’ll never make you grow up, Wendy.”

That, at least, she can believe.

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The next day, they have plans. Plans that involve Carter in the shower for a long time and Gloria setting up in the bedroom, stepping into her harness and pulling the straps in place, adjusting until the fit feels right.

Carter, in his ever-evolving curiosity, wants to bottom. It didn’t surprise her that he wants to try it, but it did surprise her that he wants to try it first, when the maybe more obvious option is also on the table with...well, any of them, theoretically. But apparently that wasn’t novel enough, because Carter wants this more. And out of all the available candidates at his disposal, who have the correct anatomy for that as well as enough practice to actually make it good, he has chosen Gloria and her strap-on for the first try. (And really, they all know the second one is going to be Kip, because it’s always Kip.)

It actually kind of warms her heart, and also appeals to her possessive streak in a very pleasant way. The strap has been living in her drawer untouched ever since Carter graduated from their little blowjob dry runs to the real thing, and she may have considered its other uses once or twice. It just kind of never came up between them.

It still feels like a group project, in a way. They got a lot of advice, much more practical than anything Gloria found online, and she feels well prepared. In theory. In practice, Carter comes out of the bathroom in a towel looking slightly haunted and she’s unsure what that means.

“You okay?”

“I wish I was into, like, medical stuff? Man, I’d be having a great day. But we’re good. Good to go. Cleansed, inside and out,” he says. “Please make me stop talking any time.”

That’s an easy enough request to fulfill and Gloria motions for him to sit on the bed, climbing into his lap to kiss him. She’s in just her underwear and the harness, and Carter runs his fingers over where it sits on her hips, over the buckles and the straps looping around her legs. The ring at the center is still empty for now, and he hooks a finger into it, pulling her closer as he kisses his way down her chest.

“You look so damn hot in this.”

They kiss for a while and Carter lets himself be pushed back onto the bed, only to make an indignant little sound when his head lands right by the pile of supplies Gloria has assembled for them. Or, more accurately, when one of the butt plugs she bought slides down the dent his head makes on the mattress and gently knocks against the side of his face.

“Damn, these things have a life of their own.”

He picks it up and looks at it, turning it over in his hand and then holds it against the ring on Gloria’s harness. The flared base is wide enough so it can be attached just like the bigger dildo.

“Okay, but that just looks kinda sad.”

“You won’t be so sad in a few minutes that I’m starting small,” she says and undoes his towel, lightly scratching her nails up Carter’s thighs. He tilts his head to the side to look at the rest of the supplies on the bed: the strap he already knows, two more plugs in different sizes, lube, toy cleaner, paper towels, and a box of latex gloves.

Carter pulls a face at the last one. “Really does feel like the doctor’s office a little bit. Dr. Grey will see you now. Oh, hey –”

She cuts him off with a kiss before they get sidetracked into a conversation about Grey’s Anatomy (Carter has opinions, some of them simply incorrect).

“I love you, but I’m not sticking my bare finger up your ass,” Gloria tells him with a nod to the gloves.

“Fair point.”

“My God, I think this is the least sexy bit of sex I’ve ever had,” she sighs. “How are you even hard right now?”

“Well…you are on top of me half-naked, so that helps.”

“Okay – hold that thought,” Gloria says and swings her leg over to the side to sit on the bed instead. “And get up on your knees. On the towel.”

“Yes, Ma’am”, Carter says playfully and wiggles his ass for her once he’s in position. “Come and ravish me.”

“You’re a little ridiculous.”

“I’m irresistible. You can’t wait to put that tiny dick to good use.”

“As long as you don’t say that to the boys, baby.”

Gloria puts a glove on and coats her finger in lube and – damn Carter for bringing up the doctor thing, because now she’s just reminded of her last gynecologist visit. Okay. Okay, focus.

She puts her free hand on Carter’s ass and gives the left cheek a little squeeze. Maybe they’re going in too quickly. She’s never even touched him here, not even a little finger action during a blowjob or anything. But for some reason, he just wants everything all at once, right away, so here they are.

Some more lube goes right onto him – and she can’t bring herself to even think hole; what term would the guys use? Probably any. She’s already received well-intentioned but also somewhat unprompted advice from Kyle on how to give a rim job that she will never need; clearly no one’s afraid of anything, much less of calling things what they are. Men.

There are parts of this she knows she’ll like a lot. Ever since Carter brought it up, she’s been thinking a lot about what it’s going to be like to reverse positions, like she’s seen Scott and Kip do so easily. Yes, she can make Carter do whatever she wants even now, she can be rough with him if they’re in the mood for it, but there’s something that she thinks is going to feel powerful in a new and very specific way with this.

She got a glimpse of it when she had him suck the strap, that little moment of oh, I get why men like this, even if she couldn’t physically feel anything. The sudden need she felt like a knot in her stomach pulling tight, make him choke on it. It’s probably going to be like that, but more?

So what if it’s a little awkward to get there.

They could have done it differently anyway; she could have played with him a little and had him sweet and pliant and begging for it, but she doesn’t trust her own expertise enough yet to take over that way. And it doesn’t seem like a fake it til you make it kind of situation, so – maybe next time.

Carter makes a soft sound in his throat when she pushes her finger in, and they both adjust for a moment. She knows, in theory, that muscles stretch and that going bigger really isn’t going to be an issue if they just take it slow. But with the way it feels with even just one finger, so tight around her, it’s hard to imagine.

“Okay?” she asks.

“Yeah. A little weird but – not bad.”

Okay. The next part of her itinerary: find the right angle. She carefully moves her finger in and out a little, adding more lube just to be safe, because if there’s one thing literally everyone told them, it’s to use a lot more lube than you think you need. She crooks her finger, pushing, searching…she has to get this right not only for Carter but also for her pride, so she can continue passing judgment on every man who couldn’t find the G-spot. Or God forbid, the clitoris, which is literally right there. Anyway.

“Oh,” Carter says suddenly. “Oh, that – I think –”

She presses her finger down a little harder and he moans, shifting on his knees. Well. This just started being fun.

She pours more lube onto her fingers and pushes a second one in. Carter takes a sharp breath but doesn’t say anything, and she can feel him forcing himself not to tense up too much.

“Relax, baby, you’re doing great.”

She can give him that much at least and crooks her fingers again, searching until another moan tells her she’s got it.

“How does that feel?”

“I – ha. I don’t even know. But keep – keep going.”

So she does. They work up to three fingers and Gloria just keeps up what seems to be working, Carter going from tense to relaxed back to tense for a different reason under her touch. She looks over at the plugs and the middle one seems to have roughly the same girth as her fingers pressed together, so maybe they can try that.

“Do you want –”

“Yes,” Carter interrupts immediately. “Fuck, I have no idea what’s going on but – yeah.”

He shudders when she withdraws her fingers, glove quickly pulled off and wrapped up in a paper towel, and Gloria moves to sit next to him so she can kiss him. Carter looks a little disheveled somehow, eyes dark and a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. He kisses her like they haven’t seen each other in days, and the urgency of it is contagious, so she pulls him close and stretches out next to him, bodies fitting together in a more familiar way when he lies on his side next to her.

It would have been nice to do this face-to-face, actually, but Carter has almost eight inches of height on her and that would have turned into face-to-chest at best, as pointed out by Kip’s helpful advice on positions.

Gloria holds up the medium-sized plug for Carter to see and he nods and takes it from her, trailing the tip down her body, between her breasts and over her stomach, until he reaches his destination and slips it into the ring on her harness. He loosens the straps a little, just enough so he can slide his fingers under the waistband and into her panties, his touch sending a shiver through her.

“Your turn first,” she says, “this one time”, and Carter laughs and kisses her again.

“We’ll do this and then the big one, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, fuck. I wanna try.” Enthusiasm, as always.

She lubes up the plug and they get into position again, Carter low on his knees (and she’s never going to be able to watch him do frog stretches on the ice again without thinking of this moment) and Gloria kneeling behind him.

And maybe it’s the difference between fingers and a toy, something that’s actually attached between her legs, but suddenly she feels like she needs to push inside him again. It’s almost unimaginable how awkward everything felt two minutes ago, because this, watching the plug sink into him with the movement of her hips forward – she’s never felt like that before in her whole life.

“Okay?” Gloria manages to ask through her little revelation and Carter gives her a breathy yes.

She runs her hands down his sides, over the curve of his ass, and her brain screams mine, mine, mine.

There’s not a lot of actual thrusting she can do like this, having to stick close so the plug doesn’t slip out completely, and it takes a bit of trial and error to get the angle right again, but when she does and Carter moans and trembles and his fingers twist into the bedding – fuck, she just wants to do that over and over again.

“Yeah? Do you like it?” Maybe it’s the movement of it, the rhythm of her hips knocking something loose and flooding her body with hormones or something, but she feels raw, like she wants to dig her nails into him.

“I don’t know yet,” Carter groans, “but keep going, keep going.”

So she does for a little while, until the widest part of the plug slides in and out easily and Carter is reaching for the dildo where it’s lying on the bed. He hands it back to her with the lube and when he looks back at her over his shoulder and their eyes meet, she knows that whatever she’s feeling right now, he gets it.

They have to go slow with the bigger dildo. The girth is similar and it’s not huge, but it is longer, and Carter is panting as she pushes it inside, his legs trembling. She can’t help the way her fingers dig into his hips, the energy that vibrates inside her almost violently seeking an outlet, and then he’s pushing back against her, moaning and cursing and telling her, “go, go ahead, as hard as you want”.

It feels like something inside her snaps with the first full thrust, and she does want. She wants to grab and squeeze and scratch and bruise; she wants to claim him and own him. And he must feel it, all of it, her hips slamming against his ass the same way his do when he fucks her, and oh God, she gets it, she gets it all now.

It’s also absolute hell on her thighs and her glutes after about a minute and she really can’t imagine how anyone even does this for any length of time, but there’s something so primal about the way she’s sweating and gasping for breath and throwing all her strength into it; it almost feels like runner’s high hitting.

Carter starts jerking himself off and the sight and the sounds of it give her another wave of – whatever this is, really. It’s not exactly arousal; it’s something darker and deeper and more powerful than that, but it pulses through her body the same way, and for a second she wishes she could come inside him like a man.

Gloria can feel him getting close, the sounds he’s making low and strangled and his legs trembling, and she wants to say something, talk him off a little bit the way they both like and make him beg for it, but her head is simply empty.

“Oh fuck,” Carter says, and “oh my God” as he’s shooting all over the towel he’s kneeling on and just doesn’t stop, still groaning and shaking when Gloria slows her hips to a gentle grind and then stops moving altogether.

Her hands tremble as she pulls out, careful now, and they both simply fall onto the bed, Gloria’s legs feeling weak but her whole body still buzzing with adrenaline. Their bodies find each other without any conscious thought to it and Carter kisses her, just as wild as she still feels.

They look at each other, and neither of them quite knows what to say yet, but they definitely know what to do next. Carter unbuckles the harness with almost frantic hands, pushing it down her hips with her underwear, and before Gloria can even form another thought, he has her on her back sideways across the bed and buries his face between her legs.

There’s absolutely no reason to take it slow, and she wants to sob at how good the first touch of his tongue feels dragging over slick, swollen skin. It sends sparks through her entire body and she’s already so on edge that she can’t help the sounds that spill out of her mouth or the way her hips push up against Carter’s face. He slides two fingers into her and starts sucking on her clit, and she comes almost immediately.

It’s so intense that her moans turn into laughter by the end, simply because her body doesn’t know what to do with everything it’s feeling, and Carter looks up at her, amusement dancing in his eyes and his mouth glistening wet.

“Again, oh God, again,” she manages, and he stays on task like the good boy he is, curling his fingers inside, and she gasps and shakes as he licks her. Tension builds and builds, her muscles tight and her breath coming out in shaky moans, and this time when it breaks, she thinks she might just be floating out of her body.

Carter presses soft kisses to the insides of her thighs, hands stroking over her stomach and sides as she comes down, ears ringing and the world fuzzy around her. She buries her fingers in his curls and rubs little circles against his scalp, drifting until Carter presses on his elbows and comes up to lie next to her. He flops down on his side like a happy little bunny and puts his arm around her.

It takes them a minute, or maybe half an hour, to say anything. Gloria doesn’t think she can remember Carter ever being this quiet this long except when he’s sleeping, and even then he sometimes has things to say.

“Huh,” is the big statement he makes now, and Gloria agrees with an equally meaningful “mhm”.

“I don’t think my brain is – working,” she adds, which is true. Her legs still feel kind of weak and it’s incredibly quiet in her head.

“Nope.”

She kisses him for a little while, because that definitely still works and doesn’t require much brainpower at all, and it makes her feel incredibly tender.

“Did you like it?” Gloria finally asks and Carter tucks his face against her chest and says, “I’ve never felt like that before.”

Same, Gloria thinks. “Is that...good?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay,” she says softly and strokes his hair some more. “Process for a bit, huh?”

“I like how much you liked it,” Carter says and lifts his head to peek up at her, a big grin on his face, and Gloria grins right back. She isn’t one for shame about the things she enjoys.

“Might have awakened something.”

“What a good time to be dating three or maybe five men.”

“You know it’s getting out of hand when you can’t even keep track of the numbers anymore,” she says with a laugh and the look Carter gives her then is pure adoration.

“I think you got it all under control, babe.” Just the way he likes it.