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sapphicforsarahh · 9 months

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re: your request post, I’d love some soft dom!Carol x reader smut

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Smut

Word count: 945

“Carol, I’m home!”, you shouted out in an exhausted tone. You’d just finished a 10 hour shift at the furniture store. It had been extra busy lately so Abby had requested that you work more hours, which you happily obliged to. You were now regretting said choices. “In here,” Carol replies back, in a smooth tone. You followed her voice and she was in the living room. Her legs situated on the foot rest in front of her and she lay beautifully on the sofa. A cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. “Come lie down,” she beckons you over, taking a drag from her cigarette.

Immediately, your work bag had been abandoned on the floor and your head was laying in her lap as her fingers dragged through your hair. “Tough day?”, she whispered. Simply, you nodded. “She got you working hard darling?” You nodded again. “I’ll have to have a word, can’t have my sweet girl being exhausted can we?” She asked lowly again, her fingers scraping your scalp, causing whines to escape your mouth.

Carol smirked down at you as she could see the effect she was having on you. “Is there anything that I could do to possibly make your day a little better?” She asked, knowing what the answer will be. “I think you already know Carol,” you whispered back and sat up until you were sitting next to her. You leant forward towards her lips and placed a gentle kiss. “No darling. Let me take care of you. You’ve had a long couple days,” she pulls back from the kiss.

“Take me to bed,” you murmur into her neck, kissing her pulse point. “As you wish,” Carol stands up and kisses your forehead, before leading you to the bedroom. Carol closes the door behind you and begins taking off your clothes. Piece by piece. Firstly, she removes your skirt and places it over the chair. Soon your shirt has been taking off and ended in the same place as your skirt, as well as your bra. “Please, I need to see you,” you whine out, hoping she’ll take off her clothes too. Carol looks at you and smiles, not even bothering to reply and begins to undress. “You’re beautiful,” you sigh and look her up and down. “I’ve got nothing on you,” she replies. “Go lie on the bed,” she softly orders.

Without question, you follow her instruction and lay down, watching her crawl next to you on the bed. “What is it you want darling?” she purrs, delicately putting her hand on your breast. “I want you to make me feel good. Touch me please,” you beg, hoping she’ll soon give in. “I am touching you,” she replies, placing her other hand on your other breast and leaning down to kiss you. Her lips move against yours languidly, which makes you even needier for her touch. You open your mouth in an attempt to beg, but she cuts you off with her tongue and slides it inside your mouth.

Her actions are quickly driving you more crazy. Carol finally pulls back and looks at you through hooded eyes. “Tell me what you want,” she removes her hand from your breast and uses it to stroke your face and lips, where she previously had been. “I need you Carol. I need you to make me feel good, make me cum. Please, I need you so much,” you pathetically whine out. “That’s it, good girl. Telling me what you need. Wasn’t that hard was it?” she cooed before kissing the valley between your breasts and moving down your body. Your hands grabbed her hair and eagerly pushed her down closer to where you needed her. “It’s okay honey, just relax. I’m going to give you what you need,” she reassures you before kissing your stomach.

The build up was killing you. One hand was in her hair, pushing her down and the other was tightly holding the pillow next to your head, in an act of support. “Please baby, I can’t wait any longer,” you whine out. “I’ll give you what you want don’t worry,” she settles between your legs, pulling down your ruined underwear. “Darling, you’re soaked. Have you been thinking about me all day at work, huh? Thinking about what I’ll do to you when you got home?” she teased and gave a slow swipe of her tongue through your folds. “God yes,” you sighed out, just wanting her to continue. “I bet you did. Thinking about all the ways I could make you c-“ you cut her off by pulling her head into you, her tongue immediately getting to work.

“Fuck yes, like that,” you moaned and kept your hand secured on the back of her head. Carol was relentless with her licks. Her tongue swiped up and down at an unbelievable pace. “You taste so good, so perfect,” she groaned into you and continued working. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to begin to build up. “Cum when you need to darling, I’m right here,” she gives you permission before you even start to ask for it. You look down at the sight: Carol’s hands wrapped around your thighs, making sure you don’t move; her eyes shut tight, enjoying where she’s at and her nose scrunched up against your clit, adding extra stimulation.

Within a few minutes, you were cumming into her mouth and she was cleaning you up. Carol didn’t stop licking until you were practically pushing her away due to overstimulation. “You feeling okay now?” she asked, coming up next to you and wrapping a protective arm around your waist. “Perfect, thank you.”

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hallospaceboyy · 7 months

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Easy Living

Carol Aird x Femme Reader

Content warning: Smut

Carol rises gracefully from the carpeted floor, hips swaying as she approaches the gramophone. The dulcet sound of Billie Holiday's ‘Easy Living’ caressing your ears as her slender fingers place the needle delicately onto the record. While you imagine caressing Carol.

You know it’s wrong, know that it could cost Carol everything, but you can’t seem to stay away from her – and her you. As far as Harge knew, you’d gone your separate ways months ago, when Carol assured him so; and the joint custody of Rindy had remained steadfast. You’d never expected Harge to be a man of his word.

Carol turns and smirks at you, her neat curls bouncing.

“Do you remember the first time we danced to this?” Her voice is sonorous, teasing, as her hands clasp your waist and pulls your body flush against hers. You feel your cheeks warm as you feel every soft curve, every angle of her.

“How could I forget?” Your voice comes out a whisper as her hands travel lower, as she begins to sway you in time to the music.

She kisses you then, lips velvety soft and full against yours, and your head spins, fogs with only thoughts of Carol – how she tastes, how she feels, her warmth, her scent, sweet and spicy all at once. Carol has that effect – complete euphoria, invading all of your senses in the best ways possible. She consumes you, burns you up, until it feels like only the two of you are left on the entire planet, until you forget the existence of everyone else.

Carol’s kisses become more desperate, her teeth nipping at your lip, her chest heaving with want as her hands paw at your ass, red nails digging into soft flesh – kneading there as you deepen the kiss, tongue meeting tongue.

All of a sudden, Carol pulls away, and her blue eyes are hardly blue at all – pupils dilated, dark with lust and longing. She bites her lip and nimbly kneels before you. Her hands glide up your thighs, squeezing firmly and she pushes you gently to lean against the wingback chair, conveniently behind you.

“Y/N...” Your name leaves her lips as a breathy sigh, and you shiver, brushing her hair from her forehead as she begins bunching up your figure-hugging dress you’d deliberately worn around your hips.

“Yes, Carol?” You part your legs.

“I want to taste you. Now.” The blonde nips at your inner thigh and you gasp, letting out a breathy laugh. She grins up at you as you snap the waistband of your lace underwear against your hip, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Then what are you waiting for? Bon appetit.”

Carol chuckles as she tugs the garment down your legs, flinging them to one side. You feel her warm breath between your legs as her eyes gaze upward to meet your own.

“Don’t make me regret taking you to Paris. Cheeky.”

Then her tongue flicks out over your clit, quickly at first, followed by a long, firm stroke. Your breath catches in your throat, head falling back as you fist a hand in her blonde curls. She laughs deeply against you, relishes watching you come apart so easily for her.

“My good girl.” She murmurs against you, then resumes the rapid movements of her tongue. You can feel the warmth flood between your thighs, and just as you tense, sparks dancing behind your eyelids, she slows, reverting to long, teasing strokes with the very tip of her tongue.

You whine in frustration, one hand clutching her hair, the other clawing at the chair behind you as your legs shake.

“Carol, please,” You breathe, voice tremoring in your throat.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Her voice is soft, yet commanding, and you roll your head forwards on your shoulders to gaze down at her with clouded eyes – taking in the haze of her own, her mussed hair, her always perfectly red stained lips smudged. She smirks and winks at you. “Now keep looking. For as long as you can.”

You nod meekly, unable to think of anything but how desperately you need her to carry on, to grant you release – and so she does. Peering up at you, she resumes her ministrations ravenously, her lips closing around your clit and sucking, then flicking again, hard and fast, right on the sweet spot that makes you feel like your legs are going to collapse beneath you.

Your climax crashes through you like a tidal wave, bursts of pleasure jolting through you like lightning, and you moan and whimper loudly, hips bucking against Carol’s eager mouth. You maintain eye contact, and she hums, gripping your hips and anchoring you to the armchair as your legs threaten to give way at the vibrations.

As you come down, you let your eyes drift shut and she smirks up at you, pressing a single kiss to your still sensitive nub before licking her lips and rising to stand on her knees. Carol presses the side of her face to your stomach, and you cradle her head with trembling arms, fingers raking through her blonde tresses.

“I love you,” She murmurs, arms snaking around your waist.

You smile, taking her arms and tugging gently, gesturing for her to stand. She does, coming face to face with your hooded eyes; and as you gaze at her, taking in the soft crows feet at the corners of her eyes, the smile lines alongside her mouth, the pinkness of her cheeks, the sky blue of her eyes, she looks almost unsure – pale blue searching your face, but her smile never wavers.

“I love you too, Carol. And I have for a long time.”

Her whole face softens as you cup her cheek, and she kisses you, with no urgency this time. Soft and slow, with the faint hiss of the finished record still spinning in the background, Carol knows you have all the time in the world.

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official-cvntified-gay · 9 months

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the fact that there's just a few Cate Blanchett's characters fic is ILLEGAL! 👏feed👏us👏hungry👏simps👏plsss 👏

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maximoffswriter · 6 months

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Is It Over Now?

warnings: idk

pairing: Carol Aird x fem!reader (no pronouns used)

genre: Angst??

summary: She gets distant from you. (Amazing summary, Ik)

disclaimer: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME!!

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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As days went by, she started to slip away. She would always come home late, then leave early. You felt like she wasn't your partner anymore, since you rarely see her.

It felt like she doesn't exist in your life anymore, like you weren't lovers anyone.

One day, you decided to wait for her to come home, she comes home at almost 1 am, you could see tiredness in your eyes.

"Hi, love." You greet her, she looks at you in shock. "Why are you still up?" She ask in an almost angry tone. "I wanted to wait for you." You reasoned. She simply scoffed.

You were hurt, you wanted to spend the night cuddling her, but she had other plans. "What's wrong?" You ask, tearing up. "Nothing." It was cold and distant. "That doesn't seem like nothing." You state.

"It's fine, I'm just tired." She says in that same tone. Your heart was breaking more and more with each second that's passing. "Is there someone else?" That question made her furious, she looked at you with a glare. "Why would you ask that?!" She almost yelled.

Your eyes displayed all the hurt you were experiencing in that moment. You couldn't answer, you barely knew her.. I guess, not answering her question only made her mad, when she grabbed your chin, and slapped you. "Sorry." you mutter. "Yeah, whatever." She spat.

She went upstairs to our room. You heard rustling, then silence.

That night, you decided to stay in the guest bedroom, since you didn't want to bother her. You couldn't sleep, you were tossing and turning in bed, trying your hardest not to start crying. you wanted to cry, but you didn't want her to see me crying.

The next morning,you got up at 4:30, you went to your room, Carol was there, fast asleep. She looked peaceful, like an angel. She moved slightly, and you decided to leave her alone. you took some clothes from the closet, before you went back to the guest bathroom to shower.

you went in, and let the cold water hit my back. Tears were now falling freely on my face. you couldn't feel anything, but hurt.

After the bath, you felt less hurt. It felt freeing for some reason.

you go to your shared bedroom to check on Carol, she was still fast asleep. you checked your phone, it was 6:30, and her work starts at 7:00, so you decided to wake her up.

"Wake up, darling, you'll be late." you say, gently. Her nose scrunched, as she started slowly waking up. "What time is it?" She asked. "6:35 a.m." you said. "What the fuck?! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" There it is again, that hateful tone.

"I'm sorry." your voice shrunk, and lost volume. "Fuck." She sighed.

She started to get ready. While she was doing that, you ran downstairs to make her a quick breakfast, and lunch as well.

You made her favourite.

When she came downstairs, you greeted her with a smile. "I made you breakfast." You said, sweetly. "I don't have time for this." You sigh. "Take this with you, please." You hand her the lunch bag. "Yeah, whatever, bye." She grumbled, walking out the door.

You sit there, hurt. Longing for the warmth she used to give, which is now cold.

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a/n: idek what this is, uhm.. I got bored, and yeah. (part two soon)

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 4 months

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Winter painting

Warnings: First meetings, alternate universe - canon divergence,

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Y/N feels like she's not good, she feels sad and she's tired.

But seeing a woman on the street indirectly invites her to draw again, and not only does it make her feel better about drawing her, it also makes her feel better in other ways.

Requests: OPEN

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She was twenty-five years old and depressed.

Y/N was twenty-five years old and in a terrifying depression.

She knew her family had a history with the melancholy episodes that occurred every winter; but this was different.

College was killing her in one way or another.

Her family had hated the mere thought that their eldest daughter would have preferred to study, rather than marry the perfect prospect in their eyes, and not only had she decided to study, she had decided to start studying fine arts.

Pratt Institute offered an exceptional curriculum for those who wanted to study the fine arts.

Y/N knew she had a special gift with drawing. She never said it, but she knew it. Her grandmother always told her.

But, she was tired. The pressure of college, constant creator's block and bouts of melancholy were only making her paintings disastrous. At least that's how Y/N saw it.

Moving to New York had also hurt her melancholic attacks.

While she was almost always in constant conflict with her family, moving more than two thousand kilometers away from them, and from her only support, her grandmother, was difficult.

At least not everything in life was bad. New York in December was spectacular, almost magical, and her nice room in a building near downtown Brooklyn only helped this almost ephemeral romanticization of her college life.

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This vacation Y/N was not going to be able to travel back to her hometown because her parents had decided to travel to Travel to post-war England to visit one of her great-aunts, who was even more absurdly rich than her own parents. So, the woman decided that to kill some time and get some money of her own, she would work in a coffee shop near downtown, and in the evenings she would stay at home, anyway, it was a vacation and she wanted to rest.

And while she hated the bourgeoisie, to which, ironically, she belonged, she also had to admit that she hated her job.

She didn't know if it was the coffee beans, the smell of the flavoring syrups, the Italian coffee machine that always broke down in the mornings, her partner Francis who every morning flirted with her, with some hope of dating her, or maybe it was her boss, a bitter man who reminded her of her own father.

But, at the same time, hating her job made she appreciate her evenings all the more.

She would make herself a cup of chocolate and sit on the balcony of her apartment. She would sit in search of something to cheer her up, something to inspire her, but it never came.

Until she saw her.

Her eyes roamed over her from head to toe.

Black sneakers, slim ankles and calves that were only increasing in proportion. A brown fur coat that hid the clothes she wore; a coral-colored scarf, but that even so, despite that, left a little skin in sight, white, firm and elegant; a defined jaw, and a round chin, thin lips, well defined and outlined by a red lipstick, red perfection; an odd nose, not long, not curved, not upturned, but pretty; eyes as blue as the sky and protected by long, dense lashes, obviously made up with some mascara; perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrows; and blonde hair, short and combed, it looked and Y/N was almost sure she had taken at least a few hours to fix it.

Y/N had never seen a woman with that presence, with that elegance, and with that beauty.

The woman was staring at a sideboard in front of her building, so, quickly Y/N went back inside to pull out her drawing blog and began a quick sketch.

The long legs, the misty coat, the elegant hair, the hands covered by leather gloves.

The woman walked away from the sideboard and continued walking, until she was lost in the horizon.

Y/N closed her eyes and tried to vividly recall every color and texture of the woman.

She went back into her apartment and pulled out the crayons.

After finishing the perfected sketch, he began to fill the drawing with color. The cheeks, the hair, the scarf, the skin and the muscles of her neck.

What will it feel like to kiss her neck?

What will it feel like to run your fingers through your blond locks?

What will it smell like?

What will your perfume be?

Thoughts wouldn't let her continue with her drawing, so she simply left the blog on the table by the balcony and went inside for a third and final time.

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The next time Y/N saw the blonde, she was accompanied by another, equally beautiful, brown-haired woman. The blonde had the same coat, but the brunette had a much darker one. Both wore a pashmina instead of a scarf.

They both looked at the shop window that the blonde had seen the previous time.

Y/N took out her notebook again and began to perfect her drawing, as she watched the two women enter the store.

In the end they only stayed for a few minutes, leaving empty-handed, but leaving Y/N to finish her work.

As the blonde walked where she had come from, while the brunette looked around, until her chocolate eyes met Y/N's. The latter quickly put the blog away and tried to hide her face by putting the cup of green tea she was drinking in front of her.

And before the brunette's insistent gaze roamed over her disheveled figure, Y/N slipped back into her room and closed the door.

Back in the privacy of her home, Y/N admired the work she had done.

And for the first time in months, it didn't seem catastrophic.

Yes, I wasn't happy with the final result (she hated working with pencils and in her college notebook), she knew I could have done a better job with the textures, the colors, the shadows… the red of the lips seemed almost pale, almost one-dimensional; the hair lacked that semi-golden glow it possessed. But it wasn't absolutely horrible.

Y/N turned the page to look at her latest drawing. A memorial portrait of her younger sister. There were so many beginner's mistakes that Y/N almost wanted to pull the hair out of her head.

Finally, I was making progress.

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Days passed, and the mysterious blonde never physically appeared again. But in Y/N's mind she never left.

Another day, she had decided to take out her easel, canvas and acrylics, and thanks to the confidence she had gained from her last drawing, she decided to start a landscape painting. Snow-covered New York was something worth capturing.

She started with the sky, moved on to the trees, and when she least noticed, a brown coat and a blonde mane appeared in the frame.

Admiring the top of one of the trees.

By the time Y/N realized it, it was too late, she was almost done with the beautiful woman in the painting.

Even without her here, she couldn't stop painting it.

She put her things in and set the canvas down for the paint to dry. She left her cup of hot chocolate in the sink, grabbed her coat, put on her boots and left her apartment.

She needed to see Fred.

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Y/N met Fred one day on the city subway.

Fred was studying psychology at Columbia University in the City of New York, but they always went to the same café to study.

They became fast friends, Fred trying to psychoanalyze each and every painting in her surrealism class as well as its colors, while Y/N was always trying to bring out the blond man's artistic streak.

When the woman arrived at the man's apartment, she hadn't even finished taking her coat off her shoulders when she asked the question:

What does it mean when you can't get someone out of your head?

Fred got excited and ran up to his room. He returned with more than three giant books in his arms. He was going to psychoanalyze her.

Freud said that love was an idealization of the subject himself, because it came from the Id. A narcissistic aspect from which no human being was free.

Fred explained to Y/N that humans juxtapose attributes of their own ideal id on the other person to generate an emotional bond beyond the sexual.

Y/N returned home and admired the now completely dried painting.

She did not attribute anything to this mysterious woman, she had not even crossed words with her, how could she attribute anything to her?

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Christmas had passed without accidents.

Y/N had decided to go celebrate at the home of one of her friends.

After several drinks, she ended up falling asleep on her friend's couch.

They woke up, ate some reheated food and Y/N went home.

Just as she reached the front door of her building, Y/N rummaged through her purse to find that she didn't have her keys with her. She was literally left on the street.

She had to walk to the corner and find a pay phone. Her friend confirmed that her keys were in her house. She asked her to stay outside and wait for her friend's boyfriend.

Y/N sat down on the outside stairs and took out a small notebook that she always carried. She took out the pen that her friend had given her the night before and began to draw the phone she had been on minutes ago.

Y/N began to be guided by the sunlight, until out of the corner of her eye, she could notice a shadow, and before her head turned, a voice interrupted her.

"Excuse me, do you know what day the store across the street is going to open?"

And in front of Y/N's eyes, stood the blonde, her muse.

Sapphire eyes, defined red cheeks, with a few freckles scattered all over her face.

"I don't know. "

Y/N could tell that the corners of the red lips were pulled down a little.

"Ohh"

Y/N was metaphorically struck, so she hastened to remedy her mistake.

"But, I live in this building, and my balcony overlooks the premises".

"Oh, in that case, could I leave you my phone number so you can let me know? Really, it's urgent that I buy a gift. I should have bought it from the first day, but, I decided to wait," said the blonde, letting out a genuine and deep laugh.

"Sure, you can write it down."

Y/N turned the page and handed the woman the notebook and pen.

The woman quickly wrote down her number, but by accident, she saw the multiple drawings in the notebook.

"Thank you very much…"

"Y/N"

"Thank you very much Y/N"

"You're welcome."

The woman held out her notebook to her, causing their fingers to brush for a few seconds.

"Well, that's that, Merry Christmas." the blonde said goodbye.

"Merry Christmas."

The woman started to walk away, but suddenly turned around to find that Y/N's eyes had not moved away.

"I like your drawings," the woman winked and then disappeared for good.

Y/N felt a constant tickle in the back of her neck and lower stomach, her hands were sweating, and she felt a warmth running from her neck to her cheeks.

Y/N opened the notebook to see the woman's handwriting.

Carol Aird

+16469806357

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drkmgs · 11 months

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Assistant | NSFW

pairings: Cate Blanchett x Fem!Reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

Warning: NSFW, +18, top/bottom, AGE GAP, language, teasing, cunnilingus, just spicy sapphic

request: power bottom Cate x top service Reader

story type: One shot

Hi, Hello. Sorry for not posting any stories. I have been busy... I hope to make it up to you guys with this one... Please forgive me if it's not good, I have never written NSFW before, and I absolutely have no idea how I managed to finish this...

Also, belated happy birthday to this gorgeous woman...

A lot of people would kill for your spot in Cate Blanchett's life right now. You are just her assistant and public love interest. How did that happen? You don't even know. You were just desperate to have a job to be able to move out of your parents' house, and your loving best friend Rohan informed you about how the very famous oscar winning Cate Blanchett is looking for an assistant.

You had no idea what a fucking assistants do. You were on more the creative side of the industry—you love photography and filming, which is also one of the reasons why you need a job—to support this dream. There are a lot of benefits for being Cate Blanchett's assistant—one of those were—you get to see the behind the scenes of every photoshoot of hers.

BUT. You didn't expect people to ship you and your boss. Don't get me wrong, Cate is a wonderful woman, damn she's your dream woman. You wouldn't want her to get criticized for being with a woman half of her age, so you vowed to yourself to keep everything at a professional level and won't let your feelings control you.

Anyway, you just arrived home after Cate's very busy schedule, and all you want to do is lay down and watch anything you could find on Netflix. You quickly changed into an oversized white shirt and black cycling shorts. Then, you made your way to your kitchen and tossed a bag of popcorn into the microwave.

With a satisfied exhale, your eyes immediately drawn to the welcoming sight of your couch nestled in the center of your living room. It seemed to call out to you, promising a haven of comfort. You sank into the couch, feeling the plush cushions envelop your tired body.

Once you were satisfied with your position, you reached for the remote control and turned the TV on to Netflix. You were scrolling through the options and stumbled upon Ocean's 8, which you had already watched more than 10 times. Without thinking, you let it play. There was a little ding in the background indicating that your popcorn is ready. You were about to get it, but your doorbell rang. So, you turned down the volume of your TV and made your way to the door.

"Miss Cate?" The surprise ran throughout your body. You cracked the door wider as soon as you realized it was your boss standing outside.

"Hi. I know this is unexpected, but I just need someone to talk to. The girls are busy, and you were the last one on my list." You could feel in your own skin how nervous she is, so you stepped aside and let her in. You closed the door. You let her roam around your living room, probably gathering strength to start a conversation about whatever made her so uncomfortable.

You excuse yourself for a minute to get a glass of water and your popcorn from the microwave. As soon as you came back, you handed her the water, and you placed the popcorn on the coffee table. You watch her gulped down that fresh water. She was so nervous that water spilled from the corner of her lips. Mindlessly, you reached out to wipe it away. It was already too late when you realized what you have done.

Silence filled the room. Cate doesn't know what she should do. She has been trying to stop these feelings for you, but it seems nothing helps. Now, being alone with you in this tension, she doesn't know if she should just let the scene play out.

You were still frozen in your position when you suddenly felt something warm and soft on your lips. You sighed in relaxation as if a big chunk of rocks had been lifted up from your shoulders. You reached behind her neck to deepen the kiss. Cate let out a little whiper at your action and pulled even you closer. The movie playing in the background was forgotten. You gently pushed her back to the couch, guiding her to lay down without breaking the kiss. You settled your thigh between her legs, putting pressure on her private area, which cause Cate to gasped and broke the kiss.

Cate leaned on your forehead, panting. She was still breathing heavily when you said something under your breath. "That was a mistake." But your hands keep roaming around her body. She shook her head and swallowed. "Shut up and kiss me again." You comply with a lot more passion than before. Your hand found its way under her shirt and up to her breasts.

Your thumb gently hovered over her hard nipple which was still covered with her bra. More sexual noises were coming out of Cate's mouth. You felt her hips rock against your thigh, and her hands were playing with the hem of your white shirt. You left her mouth to leave kisses on her jaw down to her neck while flicking her hard nipple now and then. "Take your shirt off," Cate managed to say and had her hands on your hips. You stopped, leaned back, took your shirt over your head, and let it fall on the floor.

Cate ran her eyes all over you, drinking in at what a goddess of a body you have. Then, a tattoo on your upper left arm—an arrow with smoking roses—caught her attention. She ran her finger over it, which caused you to bite your lower lip. Cate diverted her gaze back up to your eyes. "I want you to fuck me." her voice was husky and full of desire that made your core ache. With that, both of you didn't miss a beat to take off all of your clothes.

As soon as the last piece of garment fell on the floor, there was no way to stop both of you now. Panting, Whining, and Gasping like two horny teenagers having sex on the couch for the first time. "I need your fingers inside me," Cate moaned as you nipped at her neck and squeezed her bob. You hummed in response, hand already traveling down to her aching pussy.

Your middle finger slid down her slit, gathering a decent amount of her pussy juice, and rubbed her sensitive bud clockwise, which you earned a pornographic noise from Cate. It didn't stop there, Cate's hips began to move with your finger. "Fuck, Y/N. Put that finger inside me, now!" Cate moaned loudly when you followed her instructions. You felt her cunt clenched onto your finger. You slowly move your finger in 'come here' motion, and you add another finger as you move down to her clit.

One hard lick on her bud made her buck her hips, and a loud moan escaped her mouth again. You continued to do that assault until you felt her hand in your scalp, pushing your head onto her wet pussy. Cate is squirming and gasping under you as you eat her out perfectly. One last hard suck on her bud, and she fell apart under you.

Cate's legs were still shaking as you came up to level with her. "Hmm, even in sex you're bossy." You smiled your lips hovering hers. "Oh, darling. That's just for today." She still trying to come down from her high. "I don't mind following instructions as long as I can please you." And with that, you kissed her again.

#cate blancett x you #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett #cate blanchett smut #carol aird x you #carol aird x reader #lou miller x you #lou miller x reader #drkmgsstories

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wh0s-vesper · 5 months

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Part 2..

I need something else to do in my life.

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sapphicdt · 9 months

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PLEEEEAAAASSSSSEE

#carol aird #cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #oceans 8 #mommy #mother #literally

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architectsapprentice · 1 year

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#lesbian art #lesbian artists #wlw aesthetic #sapphic art #lesbian pride #vintage comics #vintage comic #vintage art #vintage lesbians #pulp art #cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett fanfic #wlw #carol 2015 #carol aird #fanfiction

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bl4nchetts-lvr · 2 months

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lou millee headcanons plsss

lou miller general headcanons

ship: lou miller x F!reader

word count: TO BE ADDED

genre: SWF 🫶🏻

i headcanon lou as a tsundere,who tries to hide her lovey-dovey relationship with you from the public eye!

definitely is a type of a woman to spoil you rotten.

you want a new bag? more than enough is sent to your bank account. you feel like staying at home and have a "lazy day"? she buys all of you fav snacks,orders a take out of your fav food and chooses the movie she knows you'd love.

she is DEFINITELY a very possesive and overprotective,maybe even jealous,woman.

i headcanon that whenever you drive with her on her bike,everytime she's on the red light she will caress your knee to see if you're cold or no

more than likely won't tell you about her work as a con-artist and EVEN if she tells you,will hide 99% of the details.

i headcanon her as a woman who loves when you wear revealing clothes and is definitely a: "dress however you like,i know how to fight" typa woman🙈🙈

is into neck kisses (loves recieving as much,maybe even more,as giving but would never say it out loud. bro's got an ego)

i lowkey think lou's a smoker

we all know she's a fashionista and would love whenever you put on her clothes and they're quite big for you (cuz she's tall)

she may seem like a very dominant woman,but a little bit of flirting and she's slightly blushing,having butterflies in her stomach and looking away so you dont tease her more

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all done,no NSFW for today🩷

sorry that i took so long,hehe.

wish you all the best💋

-A-

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sapphicforsarahh · 1 year

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The Professor pt. 2

Ship: Carol Aird x Reader

Word count: 400+

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Carol asks the reader a request

Pt. 1

Throughout the lesson, Ms. Aird kept making eye contact with you even though she was supposed to be focusing on the rest of the class. Everything about her distracted you.

You hadn't even realised that class had ended until everyone else began to pack up. As you were placing your things back into your bag, you saw her make her way over to you, with a note in her hand. She slid it across you desk which caught your attention.

Looking up from your bag and looking up at her, you saw her smile and walk back over to her desk, where she took a sip of the coffee that you bought for her.

Opening you saw, 'meet me here after you finished class x'. Even such a simple note could make you blush profusely.

You place the rest of the things in your bag, and walk towards the door. "See you soon Ms. Aird," you playfully say before leaving. Great, only another 3 hours until you see her again.

Eventually, the rest of your classes were over and it was finally time to see her again. Even though it had been 3 hours, felt so much longer without her. Leaving your previously, you quickly walk through the crowds of people in the hallways until you reach her door.

Peering through the window in the door, you can see she's sitting at her desk, intently reading a book whilst reclining in her chair. She's so attractive even when she not even trying. You carefully opening the door, trying to not startle her and she looks up from her book. "All done?", she questions with a smirk and places her book down. "Yes, all my classes are finished, I'm all yours now,' you approach her desk and place your bag down, placing your hands on her desk and leaning over. "Good. I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat with me?" She looks up at you and tilts her head, hoping for the answer that she wants to hear. You blush and look at her eyes. Even in the low light of her room, they still shimmer. "Yes Ms Aird, that would be really nice," you reply. "Please, no more Ms Aird. Call me Carol," she stands up from her chair and you blush.

"Of course Carol," you say and she smiles genuinely. "So where would you like to go?”

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sutekinyce · 1 year

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Reference: Chapter 4 of the book, The Price of Salt (Carol, 2015 Movie)

I changed the dialogue and we are Therese's POV (Reader), but this is from the original book itself that I have in my small library in my room :>

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"What is your name?" you asked. "Your first name?" "My name? Alcina. Please don't ever call me Alchina."

"Please don't ever call me Thereese," you said, pronouncing the th. "How do you like it pronounced? Therese?" "Yes. The way you do," you answered.

Alcina pronounced your name in the French way, Terez. You were used to a dozen variations, and sometimes you yourself pronounced it differently. You liked the way Alcina pronounced it, and you liked her lips saying it. An indefinite longing, that you had been only vaguely conscious of at times before, became now recognizable wish. It was so absurd, so embarrassing a desire, that you thrust it from your mind.

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AAAAAA FINALLY IT'S DONE!~ MY HEART IS SO HAPPY AFTER PLANNING ON MAKING THIS FOR SOOOOO LOOONGG AGO-

I love the movie so much and the original book as well no matter how many times I go back for it! This scene will forever be in my heart and soul Q w Q

#lady alcina #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 alcina #countess alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil alcina #resident evil village #carol 2015 #carol aird #cate blanchett #lady dimitrescu

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blanchettsisla · 10 months

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Okay, this is for a very specific audience. If your username on character.ai is tiredsimp and you only make Cate Blanchett characters, please, please, please bring Carol Aird back. I legit cried over your not, please bring her back Jesus.

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inlovewithgreta · 1 year

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Cate Blanchett Masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Carol Aird

New Years Kiss (nsfw)

Hela

Throne (nsfw)

#cate blanchett #carol aird #hela x reader #hela odinson

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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Carol Aird and f reader. Reader is carols maid and confesses her love for her

You're beautiful

Warnings: Angst and hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic

Word count: 1.8 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Carol masterlist]

Florence had given up.

Florence had grown tired of Mr. and Mrs. Aird's constant bickering, prompting her imminent resignation.

While Carol had never liked Florence, there was no doubt that she missed having a conversation with someone other than asshole Harge, not to mention needing someone who could help her with Rindy.

Carol had started on a complicated search mission to find the perfect woman. She didn't think it would take as long as it did, but her search led her to a beautiful young woman.

Y/N had flushed cheeks and dreamy eyes, with eager lips that trembled every time she was in the presence of Mrs. Aird, but those same lips smiled and laughed every time the young woman was in the company of the little girl Rindy. Both girls couldn't stop playing, laughing, and loving each other.

Now, in the middle of the 20th century, it is frowned upon that a girl as small as Rindy was, was away from her mother, and considering that Carol was implicitly forbidden to leave the house without the company of Harge, the girl she was condemned not to be able to live with many kids her age; so, the fresh air that Y/N brought to the house put the brunette's tiny body in complete ecstasy.

Carol was also ecstatic, watching her little girl change her serious expression to a big, bright smile, making her own smile appear again, after what seemed like many years.

Both women loved Y/N with every fiber of their hearts. The same way that Y/N was in love with both of them.

To say that Y/N had a slight crush on the blonde woman was an understatement. At first, Y/N thought that she was just impressed by that elegant woman.

Y/N wasn't from a wealthy family like Carol or Rindy was. She had been raised by a family that earned just enough to support her and her four siblings. So, she never saw anyone in such coats, with the jewelry, or driving the car that Carol was driving.

But, the admiration ended when Y/N's eyes stopped focusing on the patterns of the dresses to focus on the blonde's ankles, on her long and thin fingers, on how fragile her wrists seemed.

Y/N was head over heels in love with her boss.

"Y/N!" Rindy's screams caused the woman to stop paying attention to her book so she could hug her little friend.

"Hello little one, what are you doing outside?" although when it snows the temperature doesn't usually drop much less than normal in New York, it was still a low temperature for a girl as small as the chestnut.

“Dad got mad at mom again. They asked me to play on the swings while I waited for you."

If he paid close enough attention, Y/N could hear Harge's complaints and Carol's tired sighs.

"Well, little girl, let's play"

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After a few awkward minutes, Y/N could see Harge's head sticking out of the door, causing the woman to silently thank him, her throat beginning to ache from how hard she had tried to keep the argument from reaching Rindy's ears

"We're leaving" she manage to hear

"But daddy…"

"Shut up Rindy, I told you to say goodbye" Mr. Aird's tone began to increase

"Harge, you don't have to be so hard on…"

"SHUT UP CAROL!"

Before the argument could escalate to any worse, Y/N's right hand instinctively landed on the girl's back, making reassuring circles, while her left hand began to caress the silky hair, showing her a bit of sweetness.

"Come on honey, let's prepare a backpack full of toys so you can take it with your dad"

Without giving her time to answer, her hand began to pat her back, encouraging her to leave the line of fire that was forming between the woman and the man.

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Carefully, every last toy was put away, causing the little dark-haired girl to go out into the living room, finding both parents much calmer than they had been just a few minutes ago.

"I'm ready, daddy"

"Okay, beautiful girl, say goodbye to mommy"

"Can't mommy come with us?"

Y/N found the closeness and love that Rindy had for her mother endearing, and vice versa. She missed that relationship with her own mother.

"No, sweetie," it was Carol's turn to speak again, "Mom has to stay and make sure there are some gifts under the tree for you." Gracefully, the woman crouched down to her daughter's level, cupping both cheeks between her hands and planting a big and resounding kiss on her forehead.

"You have to make sure I get the redheaded doll I asked for" the girl reminded her mother, causing the blonde to giggle despite her teary eyes.

“Sure, sweet pea”

"Y/N"

The woman's eyes had to leave the tender image of a mother and daughter to settle on the cold, soulless eyes of Mr. Aird.

"Hmm?"

She always preferred to remain silent in the presence of the man. It sent chills down her spine.

“Do you want us to take you to the train station?”

The girl's eyes fell on the blonde, seeing how her shoulders trembled slightly, while she kept looking at the ground, just to prevent her little daughter from seeing how vulnerable she was.

"No, thank you, Mr. Aird."

"Are you sure?"

That was another thing that Y/N hated Mr. Aird for, it was because of that sense of doubt that he wanted to implant in women's minds, of course she was sure, if she needed a ride, she would have asked for one.

"Yes, I'm completely sure"

"Okay, then…let's go Rindy, Grandma is waiting for us"

The girl quickly gives her mother another hug, while she was kissing the girl's forehead one last time; faster than lightning, the girl's body collided with Y/N's leg hugging them, causing the woman's heart to clench with love and affection.

"Bye Y/N"

"Goodbye little flea"

"I promise to bring you a present from Florida," the girl commented before being dragged by her father's arm to the car.

"That would be the best gift you can give me this Christmas," the woman joked, causing the girl to giggle.

"Bye mommy! Bye Y/N!"

Both women said goodbye to the girl, while they watched as the car moved away little by little.

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"You should leave. I wouldn't want to keep you any longer than necessary” Carol spoke.

The silence that had settled in the room was not uncomfortable, but that was not why Y/N could not help noticing the sadness in the woman's gray eyes.

She knew that when a cigarette was in her right hand, and a glass of liquor in her left, something bad was about to happen.

"I can't leave you alone, ma'am…"

"Carol, how many times have I told you to call me Carol?" the woman commented as she gave her a smile

"I'm sorry…"

"You'll have to get used to calling me by my first name, especially now that the divorce is approaching faster than ever, thank God"

“You and Mr. Aird…?” the blonde woman only managed to nod her head "oh, I'm sorry"

"Don't be sorry dear, it was something I had dreamed of many years ago"

"Divorce?" Carol nodded again.

A silence settled in the room again, Carol tried to enjoy it, her head resting on the sofa while Y/N watched the woman's face, trying to process the new information.

"Can I ask why?"

"Why am I getting divorced?"

"No, why are you waiting so long to do it?"

"Well, there are several things, but… the main one is Rindy"

"Don't he want to give up custody?"

Carol's head snapped around to look directly into the younger woman's eyes.

"Darling, for being so young, you know a lot about this."

"My parents got divorced. My father was left with full custody of my brothers and mine; It's also not like my mother fought for us in the first place."

There he could see how Carol's eyes crystallized again

"Oh my poor girl"

Again a silence settled in the room.

"Is it because you're a lesbian?" Carol's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at that statement. Her back quickly stiffened, and just as she opened her mouth to object to the comment, Y/N spoke again. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone"

"Who told you?"

"Florence"

"That damn bitch"

“You don't have to worry Carol. That does not make you a worse person, you are still that loving and beautiful mother in my eyes "

Now Y/N could see how tears fell from those gray eyes, causing her own eyes to begin to water.

“That is what hurts me the most, knowing that nothing I do for my daughter will be worth enough; As soon as Harge tells the judge, I'll have to forget about Rindy. If he can't have me, I can't have my Rindy."

Y/N noticed how the feelings Carol was having were beginning to physically exhaust her, so she carefully placed a hand on the taller woman's waist and began to guide her to her room.

She carefully laid her down on the bed, removing her shoes and giving her calves a little massage.

"I understand what you are going through, Carol, as soon as they found out about my homosexuality my father forced me to leave the house"

Carol's eyes returned to rest on Y/N's eyes causing the last mentioned to shudder.

“My sweet, that must have been very hard. Come lie down with me"

Carefully, Y/N's head rested on the blonde's shoulder, while the latter stroked her scalp, as a way of reassuring the young woman and herself.

"You're beautiful," Carol commented.

"You are much more beautiful than me"

Carol didn't answer until minutes later.

"I really want to kiss you. Ask me not to do it" she spoke, as she began to bring her face closer to Y/N's

"Don't do it" Carol wasn't expecting a refusal as serious as the one Y/N gave her, stopping short with a frown "don't get me wrong, I've wanted to kiss you since day one, but you're having a hard time" T /N planted a kiss on the blonde's freckled cheek, while her left hand caressed the cheek and the hair on the other side of her face "I don't want to take advantage of you"

"Oh my angel" Carol planted a kiss on the nose of the younger girl "so thoughtful"

They both let out a knowing giggle, full of affection and adoration for each other.

“It is time for you to sleep for a moment; crying drains all the energy" Y/N whispered in the blonde's ear

"Promise you'll be here when I wake up"

"I promise, beautiful"

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Sorry for the delay, but, IT'S FINALLY HERE. I hope you enjoy it.

P.S. Change "maid" to "nanny" or something similar

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