#carol aird x you

[drkmgs]

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.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

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

[Main masterlist] [Carol masterlist]

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

Note:

It's literally my favorite fanfic. I LOVED writing this.

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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[hallospaceboyy]

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.

[maximoffswriter]

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)

[bl4nchetts-lvr]

New Year's Kiss

Character: Carol Aird

Ship: Carol Aird x F!Reader

Word count: ±900

Genre: Fluff

23:31

It was a cold december night,You were walking downt he street full of christmas lights and slippery snow. As you got to the very familiar door,behind which you've made many beautiful memories,you knocked on it.

A few minutes later she openned the door. Carol. She looks as beautiful as ever:

Blonde,slightly wavy hair,her red lips,baby blue eyes,fair and pale skin. Her red dress which was tightly on her beautiful,attractive body.. the way it clung to her small waist,the skirt was tightly on her soft hips which made your breath get stuck in your throat.

She smiled at you,at her dear friend and said with her soft, yet raspy from cigarettes voice:

"Ah,Y/N,you finally came! Come on in,what took you so long,dearest?"

There it is. That nickname.. "Dearest".

As she refers to you by that name,your heart sinks for a second down to your stomach. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and you take a sharp breath in:

"Oh,just the usual .. That damn traffic and the snowy roads. But i came till midnight,so.."

You laughed a little,as you stepped into the house and took your shoes off. You held a present in your hand. It was for Carol's daughter,Rindy,a very nice little girl..just like her mother.

23:47

You didn't really plan on celebrating the New years,you didn't feel like it. But since Carol invited you,you couldn't say no.

She is just captivating,she can get anyone under a trance with her beauty,raspy voice and those hypnotizing blue eyes.

To be honest,you felt something for Carol ever since you met her 2 years ago. It was an accidental meeting,but yet it holds a huge part in your heart since it changed your life completely.

You remember every little detail about that day: what she wore on that sunny day in August,what she ordered in the Café you worked at..

"Dearest,what are you thinking about?" You heard Carol ask.

You felt her hand on your back. As you looked at her,your e/c eyes were met with her baby blues. The mascara only enhanced her long eyelashes,the red lipstick which she always wore made her look even more seducting.

"Oh..well,nothing really,just..just our first meeting."

You shrugged it off and took a sip of your champaigne. You heard her giggle. Oh,her voice..the voice you can't get enough of.

"Silly girl,i thought it was something serious.."

She sighed,but then she continued:

"I think about it all the time,too. You looked so beautiful in your work uniform.. and the coffee you made me was the best one."

The compliment made your heart fill with warmth and your cheeks go slight pink,you'd never expect her to compliment you in such way.

23:57

You and Carol were on the balcony,smoking. The air was chilly,it send slight shivers down your spine,but the cigarette somehow made you feel warmer.

You were looking at her. She looked ethereal:

Her blue eyes shone under the moonlit sky,her fair skin looked even paler and softer,her hair was slightly flowing with the chilly wind. The way she held the cigarette in her delicate hands with vibrant red nail polish,the way she put it close to her soft lips you wanted to kiss so badly,even the smoke she blew out was beautiful..

"Y/N could i tell you something?"

She asked.

"Oh .. of course."

You looked at her,taking a dragged from your cigarette that she so offered you a few minutes back.

"I don't know how you will react to this..you may find me disgusting,you may hate me..may never want to see me again and i may lose you,but i have to be honest with you."

She turned around and looked into your eyes.

"I love you .."

You heard these words come out of her soft lips as you froze.

"The first day we met,that's when i realized i felt something for you..and now that we've spent almost every day together throughout these 2 years, i realized i am in love with you." Her usuallu calm voice was strained. Aird took a deep breath in. "Please,do not hate me,dearest. You mean the world to me.."

You were quiet,you could not believe the woman you fantasized about,cared the most for and loved with your whole hesrt had confessed her feelings to you.

You could see tears in her beautiful eyes,they were full of many emotions like fear,worry,sadness and confusion. She waited and waited for your answer. She wanted to see if it was the end. The end of everything.

You came up closer to her without breaking the eye contact.

"Oh,Carol.. i love you too. I could never imagine you being in love with me.. It all feels unreal right now."

When the older woman heard your words,she let out a shaky breath of relief and smiled,showing her smile lines you love so much.

She came closer to you,putting her cold yet soft hands on your cheeks and looked into your eyes.

00:00

Carol leaned in and put her lips onto yours. The kiss sent a soft electricity down both of your bodies,it was full of love,happiness and relief.

It was not the end,as has Carol thought,No,it was the start of everything.

The start of a beautiful,yet forbidden love story.

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Happy new years everyone. I hope you like it.

[inlovewithgreta]

New Years Kiss — Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s that time of year where at the stroke of midnight, kisses are shared around the world. To your luck, you had a beautiful blonde by your side to share the special occasion with.

Warnings: Fingering, face riding, praise, etc…

Word Count: 1k

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

"5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Happy New Year!"

The television had been on for a while now showing different cities around the country celebrating the start of a brand new year. To you it was just background noise, but to Carol it was the closest you were both going to get to celebrating it together out in public.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the blonde next to you gently clinks her tall glass with your own.

"Happy New Year, darling!"

"Happy New Year!"

The two of you down the rest of your champagne before Carol takes your glass from you, setting them both aside on the coffee table. She fixates her eyes back onto you, slowly leaning in to meet her soft lips to your own in a gentle sweet kiss.

Her hand cups your cheek while the other plays with the buttons at the top of your blouse. Gentle lips soon turned needy as they slid down to your neck, kissing and nipping at your flesh.

"Take me to bed," Your voice was just above a whisper when she reaches your favorite spot.

Carol brings her lips up to yours one last time before pulling away, opening her hand out for you to take.

One hand was laced with yours while the other carried the nearly empty bottle of champagne.

You turn the television off as you walk by it on the way to your bedroom, both of you moving quickly and giggling like two schoolgirls when Carol nearly trips over her own foot.

Nimble fingers help undress each other, clothes being thrown at every inch of the room, your naked bodies craving to finally meet.

Your back gets pushed against the silk covered mattress, Carol's body just barely hovering over your own. Lips reunite as fingers coast along bare skin.

Her body heat radiates through you as her breasts push softly against yours.

A quiet moan escapes your mouth as her lips trail down your body before nipping at your collarbone.

She brings her mouth to your breast, needy lips wrapping around your tit. Her tongue playfully swirling around your bud.

After giving your breast one last kiss, she continues her slow path down your sternum with her deep ocean blue irises burning into your own colored ones at every kiss.

She dips down past your navel, spreading your legs ever so slightly, taking in your needy sight before her.

"Mmm," she hums, licking the strip up your folds.

You glide your hand to her hair, her perfect waves now becoming a subtle mess.

Her fingers tease at your entrance, spreading your wetness. A moan-like gasp enters her ears as she fills you, slowly yet steadily moving her fingers at your favorite pace.

Lips poke along your inner thighs, leaving a red lip stain along their wake. It was always her signature move. The red lipstick having to be scrubbed off after she marks her territory.

Carol sucks and nibbles at your flesh to leave visible love spots that only she gets the joy of seeing.

Her movements are soft yet passionate. She knew exactly what got you going.

"Ooh, Carol—" The quiet whimper forcing itself out at the expert curling of her fingers.

"That's my good girl."

A familiar knot was growing increasingly heavier when she added her tongue to the mix, flicking and sucking at just the right tempo that had you crumbling into pieces before her.

Your hips bucked as you came undone along her fingers. Her pace eased to help with the sensitivity.

Whimpers caught in your throat as you rode out your high.

It was a feeling of pure ecstasy and she loved seeing the way it made your legs tremble and attempt to close in around her.

When she knew you were done, her slim fingers slipped into her own mouth. Her tongue swirled along each crevice, in awe of the way you tasted on her.

"So divine. . . I can never get enough of you."

She smirked between your legs, an idea quickly forming inside her head.

Just as you were nearly done catching your breath Carol grabs your hips, red nails slightly digging into your skin, and flips you over.

"Carol what are you—"

"Ride my face." She cuts you off, blue eyes peaking up from beneath you pleading.

"Please. . ."

"I don't want to suffocate you."

"You won't, my love." She reassures you.

"If you're sure. . ." You hesitate above her, hovering merely a few inches from her face.

"I'm sure."

Carol's grip on your hips tighten as you lower yourself the rest of the way. Her tongue instantly devouring your cunt.

She wasted no time in using the skillfulness of her tongue to send pleasure coursing through your veins. Your hips slightly jerk as her tongue dips deeper.

Crescent moon marks show themselves along the faint dip between your hips as her hands start gently rocking your hips back and forth.

The sounds of your soft moans fill the small room.

Hands roughly grip at the wooden headboard at your front, slightly squeaking at each rock of your body. The slow motion soon growing needy, your body aching for more friction against her.

The sound of her quiet hums reverberates alongside your own.

Hips that were once in sync with her mouth now grew more frantic as you felt yourself getting thrown faster towards your sweet release.

"I-I'm gonna—" Your voice barely above a whisper.

The creaking of the headboard comes to a steady halt as your body nearly freezes, your orgasm hitting you much more profoundly than before. Your head heavily lulls back as Carol laps up your juices, oversensitivity quickly rushing towards you with her mouth cleaning you of your mess.

"That's my girl, you did so good for me." Carol sweetly praises you as you move yourself off of her.

You sigh contently as you flop down next to her, lips twitching into a smile at her words.

"Thank you."

She repositions to lay on her side, leg lifting and laying atop your own.

Her hand tends to your cheek, forcing you to look over at her. Eyes look at you lovingly as her thumb caresses your cheekbone.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too, Carol."

She sweetly kisses the center of your forehead before laying her head along your shoulder and intertwining her fingers with yours. Both of you just laying there in content catching your breath before deciding to shower and head to bed.

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[imaginingmoonlight]

Rip Carol Aird you would have loved Somethin’ Stupid by Frank Sinatra x

[sapphicforsarahh]

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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General info:

I'll only do requests that interest me this is something I do for fun in my free time so you might get an answer awhile after a submission :]

Most likely to get through headcanons/short prompts done first!

Characters I write for:

Don't be afraid to ask for a character from the same Fandom however! I'm just better with these guy's characterization :]

The Last of Us: Ellie Williams, Dina, Abby Anderson

Dead By Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Nurse (Sally Smithson), Ghost Face (Danny Johnson), The Huntress (Anna), The Pig (Amanda Young), The Plauge (Adiris), The Onryō (Sadako Yamamura)

Silent Hill: Lisa Garland, Maria, Mary Shepard-Sunderland, James Sunderland, Angela Orosco, Harry Mason

Misc: Sadako Yamamura (ringu), Selene (underworld), Carol Aird (Carol),

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Jill Valentine, Claire redfield (games/movies), Alice Abernathy (movies), Rebecca Chambers, Helena Harper

The Quarry: Emma Mountebank, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Laura Kearney, Max Brinley, Nick Furcillio, Jacob Custos, Dylan Leviny, Ryan Erzahler

Until Dawn: Sam Giddings, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley

Life is Strange: Maxine "Max" Caufield, Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Victoria Chase, Dana Ward

Tomb Raider: Lara Croft (better with the survivor series), Sam

Saw: Amanda Young, Adam Faulkner Stanheight, Lynn Denlon

(More to be added later!)

Do's:

Character x Reader, Character x Character, Some OC X Characters, Polyships, LGBTQ+

Heavy angst/sensitive topics

AUs and alternative settings

Accept headcanon requests for multiple characters

Dont's:

NSFW (suggestive stuff is fine but I'm not writing smut)

Incestual/pedophilic ships (yes this includes adoptive family or parental/sibling figures don't test me)

Any dead dove sort of shit

General NoNo's

Writing examples

[amerrierworld]

Naughty List

request: Hi! Can you write something with dom carol and sub reader?

note: A bit of the same AU as ‘Tea, Mrs. Aird?’ where you’re the babysitter, and Carol likes you. Basically this is the NSFW parallel of that fic :)

Summary: Carol invites you over for some, ahem, Christmas wrapping.

Characters: Carol Aird x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,723

Warnings: SMUT, Dom!Carol, also cheating cause this is pre-canon, pre-divorce!Carol, naughty Christmas shenanigans.... (KIND OF a mommy kink vibe?? ahskfhskjhg i’m so sorry don’t @ me ;-; )

It was just a few days before Christmas, and Carol had invited you around to help with some last-minute Christmas activities. Harge had to go to a Christmas work function, and Carol needed help to keep a certain three-year old at bay who was most excited about Santa Claus visiting. 

You were about to knock on the door when raised voices came from inside,

“Your own bedroom? What the hell, Carol, what sort of nonsense-,”

“I just figured, with your schedule, and you getting so angry so quickly, some time apart might help-”

“Help what? Jesus, woman, next you’re going to tell me you want a divorce? This is bullshit. A woman’s place is in a man’s bed.”

“Oh, and that’s all a woman is good for, right?” Now Carol’s voice rose louder than Harge’s, defiantly. You wanted to tear away from the door, but couldn’t. 

“Yes.”

A deafening silence.

“Don’t come back tonight.”

“..Carol-”

“No. I don’t want you in this house. How dare you say something like that? With Rindy just in the other room no less?”

“She’ll have to learn too, just like you.”

“Get out.”

“This is my house.”

“I don’t care! Go away, don’t come back until tomorrow, otherwise you won’t see me ever again!”

You gulped, and in the brief pause that followed, you quickly knocked on the door, not wanting to intrude any longer, and hoping your arrival would calm them.  

“That’ll be Y/N,” Carol sighed. 

“Hm, at least she knows her place around here.”

The door opened and you were faced with Mr. Aird, who’s face was still angry and red. You clutched your purse in front of you.

“H-hello, Mr. Aird.”

“Y/N,” he grunted, before brushing past you. Then, in an instant, he turned  around and said,

“If my wife comes onto you because of her hysterics, you have my permission to call the police,” he spat.

“Harge!” Carol screeched in anger, but he had already jumped in his car and drove away.

There was a very light snowfall, and a few flakes collected on your hair and eyelashes. Carol looked to be on the brink of crying, and you frowned,

“I don’t know what he means-,”

“It’s fine, forget about it,” she waved her hand dismissively, her breathing  heavy, “come in. I’ll go get Rindy.”

You let her walk ahead of you, seeing the tension in her shoulders as she went down the hallway. Tentatively, you followed, hearing Carol say,

“Rindy, guess who’s here?”

“Y/N!” The toddler screamed as soon as she came into view, rushing over to you.

“Hello, sweetie!” you laughed, picking her up to set her on your hip. 

“You’re just in time for cookies,” Carol said as Rindy laughed and played with your hair. She pulled open the oven and the warm, sweet smell of freshly baked goods washed over you. 

Carol approached you, bent her head towards your ear, and whispered, “I have a few more presents left to wrap, but I can’t let her out of my sight alone. Will you distract her and decorate the cookies together?”

A warm flush rose up your neck at the low, whispery tone of her voice and her sweet perfume filling your nose. Afraid you couldn’t reply a coherent sentence, you simply nodded.

She squeezed your hand in thanks and disappeared into another room, and you reminded yourself to breathe. 

There were small tubs of icing on the counter and you grabbed one of Carol’s well-worn aprons to protect your clothes from the incoming damage. Rindy giggled and began pulling at a small stool for her tucked away in the kitchen corner.

You put on a Christmas record as the two of you worked, helping Rindy spread red and green icing over the cookies, covering with sprinkles. Somewhere along the way, you snuck a cookie into your mouth as Rindy dipped another in icing and accidentally dropped it in, clumsily pulling it out. 

Soon your hands were covered in it as well, and Rindy somehow had gotten some icing in her hair. You cleaned it out as best you could, while Rindy giggled, standing by the sink.

“What are my girls getting up to now?” Carol asked as she came back into the kitchen. You blushed at her words, gesturing to Rindy apologetically,

“We got icing in her hair.”

Carol’s eyebrow raised, “Oh? Well, then it’s high time for a bath. I’ll have to wash your clothes too, Rindy, look at all the sugar you got on yourself.”

Rindy giggled, gleefully like only an innocent child could. She then pointed at the cookies,

“But Mommy, look!”

“Oh, they’re beautiful, sweet pea, every one of them. Come on, it’s bath time now.”

“Nuh-uh,” Rindy protested, pointing firmly. “One’s gone!”

Uh-oh...

“Y/N ate one!”

Your face flushed red, not thinking Rindy would have kept count, and your mouth dropped open. Rindy was perched on her stool, pointing at the plate and then at you.

“That’s bad! You’re on the naughty list!” she giggled, “Santa’s not gonna give you gifts!”

“I- wh-.. I...” you were shellshocked, flabbergasted. You glanced at Carol, expecting a scold, like you were a child who’d been caught, but she was smiling, her eyes looking at you intently.

“It was only one,” you protested.

“Oh, but that doesn’t matter to Santa,” Carol said, teasingly, and you felt a chill run down your spine, “Santa doesn’t look at how many cookies you steal, Y/N. Only that you did.”

Rindy bounced towards you, tugging at both your skirts, giggling, “you’ll get coal for Christmas!”

“Now, Rindy, be nice,” Carol tutted, scooping her up, “you still have to be good up until Christmas, right? So that means having your bath and going to bed on time.”

Rindy pouted, but didn’t protest, and Carol carried her upstairs without much fuss.

As Carol busied herself with getting Rindy to bed, you chucked a new log onto the dying fireplace in the living room, watching the sparks fly and hoping the heat would hide the actual flush on your face.

You stayed on the carpet a little longer, legs tucked under you as you watched the flames dance.

“Out like a light,” Carol sighed, making you turn around and look over at her coming into the living room. She sat down on the couch and lit up a cigarette. You watched the blue-grey haze surround her and it wasn’t until her eyes locked with yours that you realized you were staring.

You turned back to watch the fire, your hands resting delicately in your lap. Something crackled in the air. 

“She’ll be a feisty one when she grows up,” Carol said, puffing cigarette smoke into the air. 

“Just like her mother,” you smiled. “The world needs more feisty women.”

Carol let out a dry laugh, “Harge wouldn't agree. If he had his way, I’d be locked away in this house, like any other old, problematic housewife.”

There were stern lines in her face as she watched the fire, and you stood up from where you were sitting, hand grabbing your opposite elbow awkwardly. 

“You’re beautiful, you know,” you blurted out. Carol looked over at you, surprised. “And what Mr. Aird said was- was wrong. About a woman’s place, I mean. He’s lucky to have you.”

“So you heard that,” Carol grimaced. You rubbed the back of your neck, shy.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s alright,” she sighed, glancing you up and down, her head tilting in curiosity. “But what is?”

“What’s what?”

“A woman’s place. Where do you think that is?” Carol’s eyes were piercing you, ripping every bit of your soul open to her.

“A woman’s place...” you trailed off, because now she was rising up, approaching you, cigarette in the ashtray, with the grace of a hungry lioness, “a woman’s place is wherever she wants it to be.”

Carol smiled, “I agree. You’re very thoughtful, Y/N.”

“Not really,” you muttered.

“No, you are,” she said, tilting your chin up with her fingers to meet her gaze. Her face was lit beautifully by the flickering fire, “you’re wonderful. And I can’t tell you how grateful I am for spending all this time with a cranky lady and her daughter.”

“You’re not cranky!” you protested with a laugh, pulling her hand down from your chin and clasping it in yours, “you’re incredible.” 

Carol smiled, her cheeks rosy, and looked down at your joined hands, “are you trying to make up for stealing one of my well-baked cookies?”

You sputtered indignantly, “I didn’t steal-”

“Last I checked, there was another one missing,” Carol winked, pulling a cookie out of her pocket and waving it in front of your face. You gaped. What was she trying to do?

“Now, I don’t know about you,” she said, biting into the cookie, “but I suspect the previous culprit may have taken it.”

“What are you- you’re eating it right n-”

“Can you prove that?” Carol purred, finishing the cookie. “Rindy won’t believe you, will she? Because I rarely ever eat sweets.”

“You- you...” 

“Really, Y/N,” she said, bending her head low and brushing her lips along your cheek, making your breath stutter, “you already got caught once, and now again? You seem like you want to be on the naughty list.”

“P-please..” you stammered, your body rising up against hers in response to the growing heat between your legs, “Mrs. Aird...”

Carol’s head snapped back, eyed you closely, hesitating, wondering. You took the chance, and surged up with your mouth to hers, tasting a few crumbs and the sweetness of icing along her lips.

As soon as you realized what you were doing, you tore yourself away and stumbled back, panting.

“I’m s-so sorry,” you yelped, eyes wide.

“It’s alright,” Carol muttered, her hands clenching by her sides. “I don’t mind.”

“B-but.. you have a husband-”

“Hah! Barely.”

“And- and I’m a girl,” you said, dumbfounded. Carol merely grinned, wide and excited, moving towards you and wrapping her arms around your waist, meeting your lips,

“Exactly.”

You melted in her arms, whimpering softly as her full lips moved along yours. 

“Sh-shouldn’t I go home soon?” you gasped breathlessly as her mouth moved to your jawline and neck. “It’s so late..”

“Oh, no, darling,” she grinned, “Unless you want to?”

She pulled away briefly, saw the desire in your eyes, brushed her nose against yours, “I think you need to be taught a lesson first, hm?”

“A.. lesson?” you repeated in a small voice.

“Mhm,” she smiled, “a naughty girl like you needs to know what her place is, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your mouth hung open, oh...

“Now, I’m no Santa Claus, so I can’t give you any coal.. I’ll have to be creative, I suppose.”

She looked at you through her lashes, “would you like that?”

You nodded without thinking, and she chuckled, arm circling your waist and lips pressing against your neck again,

“I w-would..” you whimpered. 

Carol groaned at the sound, tugging you closer, moving her hips against yours. Your hand tangled in her golden locks, feeling weightless, untethered, and the only thing grounding you was Carol’s hot mouth, moving over your skin like fire.

“Go to the kitchen,” she ordered. You blinked in surprise, but did as she asked. Once there, you stood awkwardly, wondering what she wanted, what she had in mind.

Carol grasped your hand and tugged it to one of the tubs of icing. You dipped a finger in, taking out a generous amount, the red colour vibrant in the dim lighting.

Keep her eyes locked on yours, Carol leaned forward and wrapped her lips around your finger, sucking and licking the sweetness off of your skin. The groan that came out of you seemed barely human, and your knees trembled.

Her skilled tongue swirled around your finger slowly and sensually, watching your resolve breaking, your breathing pick up. She released your hand and blew softly on the wet skin, making you mewl.

She chuckled darkly, “would you like some too, sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically, feeling the pulsing heat between your legs. But Carol had other plans as she pushed you up against the edge of the countertop.

“Before you get anymore sweets, you have to prove that you’ve been a good girl, okay?” you nodded again, tugging at your lower lip with your teeth.

“Are you sure you can handle that, princess?” Carol growled, fingers digging into your hips. You gasped, body arching. Carol looked at the way you quivered, the way your pelvis rose towards her, and she pushed her hand down, creating a sweet, sweet pressure in your lower belly.

“Don’t misbehave,” she muttered. Then, her eyes wandered up and down your body, seeing how you trembled and strained against the countertop, your legs nearly giving out. Taking pity on you, she pulled you away from the kitchen, kissing you sweetly.

She lead you down the hall, walking quietly on the carpet to the guest bedroom. You were relieved that she didn't take you to her main bedroom. As much as you enjoyed the thought of Carol naked under those sheets, you also couldn’t ignore the thought of Harge in that bed with her.

“Why are you frowning, darling?” Carol muttered, pulling you closer once inside the bedroom, brushing her lips over your forehead, then your eyes and mouth.

You shook your head, blinking the thoughts away, and a sultry smirk appeared on your lips again, instead focusing on the Carol, naked under the sheets bit.

You kissed her, taking charge this time, much to Carol’s delight. You put your hands in her hair, tugging until a sweet moan escaped her. 

“Not so fast,” she grunted as your hands began pulling at her dress, wanting it gone. “Which one of us was on the naughty list, hm?”

Then you found yourself on your back, on the bed, Carol stripping your clothes with ease, an eagerness behind her gaze that made you blush and your breath catch in your throat. 

“I th-think you’re very close with getting your own name on that list, Mrs. A-Aird,” you gasped as she kissed down your naked body. 

Carol grinned against your abdomen, licking a stripe towards your centre. She could smell all of you, and she enjoyed pulling your thighs apart and see you shiver, just watching your sex throb, glistening with arousal. 

Then she put her mouth on you, and you shuddered.

Carol relished this, the feeling of you bucking up to her mouth, chasing her tongue, howling and whining with pleasure.

You let out a shout as she hit a particularly sensitive spot and she smacked your thigh as a reprimand,

“Quiet.”

You panted ragged, airy breaths as you tried to do what she said, but her tongue kept pressing against that sensitive spot and you felt your body give in.

You let out low groans and pleads, begging,

“P-please... m-more..”

Carol raised an eyebrow, “more, darling?”

“Yes, yes, oh.. Carol,” you said, her name like a prayer on your lips.

Oh, Carol could hardly stand it anymore, her stockings had gotten wet with her own arousal running down her thighs. She pushed herself away from you, grinning as your body went limp in shock as the pleasure left you.

“C-Carol..” you begged again, reaching for her. She shushed you and began to undress. That got your attention very quickly, and you rose up on your knees to watch her.

As every piece fell to the floor, you felt your pulse quicken. Her body was beautiful, far too beautiful for you to handle. The way she flicked her hair over her shoulder and beckoned you with one finger nearly made you come on the spot.

“How about something else that’s sweet?” Carol murmured. You almost fell off the bed as you moved towards her. She kissed you, forced your mouth open and entered you with her tongue. You gasped and let yourself be touched, let yourself be held. Her hands wandered, stroking and caressing every inch of your body with a warm touch.

Then, they settled heavily on your shoulders and she pushed you down to your knees. You were afraid you wouldn’t know how to please her, but the sight of her standing before you and the irresistible smell of her sex made you swoon and lean forward anyways.

The first lick made Carol’s head drop back, and she immediately brougt her hand up to bite into it to stop the lustful noises threatening to escape.

Your head was dizzy from the taste of her, and you licked again. And again, and again, until you needed more and brought your hands up to help.

You pushed her legs to stand a little further apart, and then dipped your tongue between the folds.

“Oh!” Carol sighed, a heavenly sound, “that’s a good girl..”

You whined into her sex, tongue flicking ardently. You trailed upwards, finding the small bundle of nerves that always felt good on your own body. As soon as you found it, Carol’s hands landed in your hair, pulling sharply.

“Yes!” She gasped, “oh, goodness- yes. Just like that.”

You kept licking and then sucking, letting her rock her body and cunt against your mouth. The lower half of your face was covered entirely by her juices, and your hands reached to grasp her ass, palming the supple flesh, helping her steadily move against you.

“Oh,” she breathed, “oh, yes- yes, yes, keep going. So close- oh, baby girl you’re doing so wonderful..”

Her words made it hard to focus, your cunt throbbing, your hips rocking involuntarily. But you breathed deeply, steadied yourself, and pressed Carol fully against your open mouth, tongue rocking with her hips’ movements.

Carol arched, gasped, and curled over you as she came, holding your hair and shaking all over. More wetness spilled from between her legs, trailing down your cheeks and into your mouth.

You moaned at the taste and she gasped weakly at the vibration it sent through her body. Her legs were shaking so violently you thought she might collapse.

But then she regained her composure, and looked down at you with blown pupils before pulling you up to your feet.

Her lips and tongue attacked your face, kissing your cheeks, sucking your lips, tasting herself on your skin.

“Good girl,” she said, making you shiver, “I think you’ve proven yourself.”

She grinned at you and you wanted to smile back, but the arousal still coursing through your body made it hard to focus. Carol noticed, she always noticed.

“How about a reward then?” She asked softly.

“Y-yes, please, Mrs. Aird,” you answered almost instinctively. She chuckled at how needy you were, kissing you deeply.

“Call me by my first name,” she said.

“Carol...” you were rewarded by nibble of her teeth along your neck. “Oh! C-Carol..”

She smiled and pushed you down on the bed again. Instantly, her body covered yours, warm and soft, and her lips closed around a nipple. Your back arched.

“Carol!”

Her hand found your sex, and she pulled back in amazement, looking down at how wet you were.

“Oh my... baby girl, you’re positively soaked.”

She rubbed over your cunt, gathering wetness all over her fingers and prodding gently at your entrance.

“P-please...” you said again, the word having lost all meaning at this point. You couldn’t help but keep saying it, because Carol liked it when you begged, and you liked what Carol gave you when you did.

She pushed inside, marveling at how tight you were, and her thumb pressed against your clit.

It wouldn’t take long, you knew it. Your body was ready to explode at any moment, and you clawed at Carol’s arms, pulling her down to  you.

“C-Carol, kiss me,” you begged. Her lips founds yours instantly, but she couldn’t help but pull back just a bit, simply to tease,

“Does it feel nice, princess? This is what good girls get, when they’ve been on the nice list,” she growled, pressing harder and faster. “When they don’t take cookies that aren’t ready to be eaten yet.”

“Oh G-god.. Carol,” you whined in defiant protest, “I wasn’t.. I didn’t mean...”

“Shhhh, be a good girl and take it,” Carol said, taking your lower lip between her teeth and biting gently.

You came as if a tsunami had erupted. Distant at first, and then thundering down all at once. Carol kept moving, not stopping her motions until you were bucking up and thrashing at the overstimulation of her fingers, whining and pleading.

Only then did she relent, releasing her grip on you and letting you catch your breath.

You were shaking, Carol’s taste still present in your mouth, an ache between your legs where her fingers had been. Then her mouth and tongue, lapping at your lips, opening you wide so you could breathe all of her in.

“Fuck...” you whimpered. Carol’s eyes opened and she smiled,

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you swear,” she chuckled.

“You can’t swear around a three year old,” you replied, “otherwise you would’ve fired me.”

Carol grinned, kissing your nose, “No, I don’t think I would have.”

You turned your head to glance at the clock and your stomach plummeted.

“I should call a cab,” you said. Carol pulled you close.

“No, you shouldn’t. Stay a while,” she pleaded in your ear. “Let me hold you.”

“But Harge..”

“Isn’t coming back until morning. I’ll call a cab just before six, alright? He never wakes until eight, at least.”

Your stomach churned and she gave you a pointed look. You didn’t want to be caught, or fired, or worse, having Carol be blamed for everything.

"You merely spent the night, darling, because you were so tired after being here,” Carol arched an eyebrow, “gosh, whatever could’ve made you so exhausted? Maybe all those cookies..”

You lightly slapped her arm and giggled, “you are by far the worst employer I’ve ever had, Mrs. Aird.”

She pressed a finger to your lips and said, “Nuh-uh, princess. What’s my name?”

You trembled under her gaze, eyes drooping with both sleep and lust,

“Carol.”

A/N: I think this may be one of my longest one-shot fics... idk what that tells you about me as a person lol but ohh well :) AND this is my 200th post! Wow! 

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Too good at goodbyes

Lou Miller x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, unsure love

story type: one shot

This one was a rush one. My brain just whipped this up, and I couldn't stop writing it. Also, I don't know what direction this was actually going, so I hope it turned out fine.

You must think that I'm stupid You must think that I'm a fool You must think that I'm new to this But I have seen this all before

You aren't stupid. You aren't a fool, and this is definitely not new to you.

You watch Lou leave your side when she finds out about the revenge Debbie is plotting towards her ex-lover, Becker.

You watch them argue. You watch Lou being frustrated and unsure about the revenge plot. You watch your lover – actually more on pursuer be worried about her crush or according to her ex-crush – this right here is the main reason why you haven't accepted her being your girlfriend.

I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts So, I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt

"Hey, Y/N. Are you okay?" Lou playfully shoved your shoulders as she sits beside you. She noticed how gloomy you looked and wanted to cheer you up. "Yeah. I'm just tired. I'll go to bed. Goodnight, Lou." You gave her a weak smile and walked off towards your room. Her gaze just follows your movements.

"Why don't you talk to her about it, Y/N?" Tammy comforted you as she caught you silently sobbing. "I don't know what to say, Tam. I know they are partner in crime, and I have no right to be jealous because I haven't accepted her yet, and I can't accept her because of how she is now. I know I sound selfish, but I have been hurt before, and I don't want to go through all that again." You cry more.

But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry And every time you walk out, the less I love you Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad, but it's true

"Could you stop avoiding me?!" Lou snatched your arm to make you stop walking. You stopped walking but didn't face her. "How many times do I have to tell you? Debbie is my best friend and I'm worried about her." She let your arm go. "Best friends? I'm 100% sure best friends don't look at each other like how you look at her, Lou. I'm not an idiot. I know how people look in love." You face her this time.

"You know what? Believe what you want to believe. Talk to me when you can trust my words." Lou said before leaving you standing in the hallway. "Action speaks louder, Lou." You whisper, breaking your heart.

I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes) I'm way too good at goodbyes (I'm way too good at goodbyes)

They got all the jewelry and successfully framed Becker. They are all gathered in the loft, drinking champagne and talking about the mission. When Tammy pointed out you're missing. Lou furrowed her eyebrows and looked for you around the loft. Finally, she had the brains to check your room.

It was empty. All of your belongings were gone. There was only a note on your bed.

Dear Lou,

Congratulations to the successful mission. I want you to know that I love you and I'm setting you free. Even though we weren't officially together. You mean so much to me, and it pains me to leave you, but you deserve someone better. Don't worry. I'm not taking this to heart as I'm already used to it.

I'm sorry that I'm too good at goodbyes.

Goodbye Lou.

Y/N.

That's when Lou realized she should have paid more attention to you. Now you are gone.

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I NEED A PART TWO OF THESE

You're beautiful 2

Warnings: PURE fluff, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: An impromptu date, books and men?

Requests: OPEN

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The next morning, I realised that we had forgotten to close the curtains in the bedroom, as the sun was beating directly into my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep again, so I started to move around in bed, until I heard a groan and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carol's blonde hair move.

"Hmmn, don't go," still half asleep, she put her arm on my hip and tried to pull me closer to her.

"I'm just going to close the curtain. The sun won't let me sleep".

She only moaned again, but she didn't let go. She opened her eyes, giving me the pleasure of being the first to see those blue rivers in the morning.

I had always thought I had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, but in the morning, they were much more beautiful. They turned from a greenish blue to a light blue, like spring skies, like carnations.

"Good morning princess smiles" the blonde teased.

I didn't notice, but I was so engrossed in Carol's eyes, I didn't realise I was looking at her with puppy dog eyes and a stupid grin.

"Good morning"

"Did you sleep well?"

"I'm the one who should be asking you that question, did you sleep well… after what happened?"

"Hmm next to you, I slept wonderfully."

I didn't know what to say to her, so I simply reached up to caress her right cheek with a smile, causing me to give her another.

"Do you plan to do anything?"

"I had lunch planned with Abby…" I felt my heart break a little, and apparently it was all too evident on my face "But I think she can wait."

"So…?"

"Fancy going into town?" she asked as she rested her weight on her right forearm and with her left hand, tried to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Sounds like a great plan.

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Carol let me use some cleaning products, and she let me use her bathroom, but when she insisted that I use some of her clothes I had to refuse.

I was too clumsy, and was well known for spilling food on myself. I would never forgive staining clothes as expensive as those of the blonde woman.

I came out of the bathroom in the same simple dress I had on yesterday and quickly went down the big stairs. Carol was not in the hall.

"Carol?"

"Darling, do you want me to make breakfast or can we go to a coffee shop?"

"Can you cook anything without Florence?" I joked with her.

"You found me out," she said, smiling with those beautiful lips of her.

"Going to a coffee shop sounds perfect".

"Well, if that's the case, you won't be able to go with your coat" I quickly turned my head to look at her doubtfully "It's too cold, and your coat isn't warm enough to cope. You'll have to wear one of mine."

"No, I refuse"

"It's not an option, darling"

"Then I can't go out. I'm not going to wear one of your coats."

"Sweetie, what's your problem with wearing any of my clothes?"

I felt the heat and warmth start to rise in my cheeks, so I bowed my head to the ground.

"I'm afraid to stain it"

She just laughed and made me raise my head.

"Oh darling, that's not a problem" she quickly disappeared into the hall wardrobe and came out wearing a black coat, which matched my white dress perfectly. "Look at you, you look like a sweet doll."

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The breakfast had been perfect. Fancy enough for Carol to feel at home in the place, but homey enough for me not to fall apart next to her.

We were both completely different in that respect. She came from a wealthy family, who had fallen in with Harge's even wealthier family. I had had to sell the only souvenir I had of my mother in order to eat.

"Are you all right?"

Carol gently took my arm, causing me to stop walking distractedly and start paying attention to her.

"What?"

"I asked if you were well. You seem distracted"

"Oh, it's nothing"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…" but just as I was trying to come up with a better excuse, my eyes automatically focused on the second-hand bookstore across the street from the shopping plaza Carol wanted to go to.

The blonde seemed to notice, so she turned her head to look around the room.

"Do you want to go?" she asked with a toothless grin.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not at all. On the contrary, now, without Rindy, I think I could do with a good book."

Without even waiting for Carol, I quickly ran to the bookshop, looking at the millions and millions of books that could be housed in such a small space.

Not only were there shelves full of books, there was also a small shelf full of vinyls, another full of magazines and another full of comics.

"Wow, I've never seen this shop before," Carol said as soon as she opened the door.

From a connecting room, a man emerged, handsome, rather portly, with lank blond hair, and green eyes behind big black glasses.

"Good afternoon, can I help you with something?

"No, thank you…"

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"Actually," Carol interrupted, still looking at the neatly organised vinyl. "I'd like to see if you have any Billie Holiday."

"I think we can find something that will satisfy your desires, fair lady."

Yes, the books I could find on the shelves were varied, interesting and eye-catching, but not even my love of reading made me look away from Carol and the man.

The two stood facing each other, holding a variety of vinyls in their arms, talking animatedly.

But, something inside my stomach churned when the man passed her a red vinyl, but his hand brushed a little against the blonde's freckled hand.

I quickly grabbed the two books I wanted to buy and walked over to them.

Carefully I turned my back to Carol and rested my head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

The blonde jumped in fright, eliciting a small giggle from the man.

"Girl, don't scare me"

I couldn't help laughing either.

Carol and the man kept flipping through the vinyl sleeves, until I saw the one I knew Rindy would love.

"You should buy that one," I pointed out.

"'The Wizard of Oz?'" asked Carol, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Rindy's and my favourite film".

"It's a GREAT film," the man said.

"Well, if you two are so insistent, I'll buy it."

Before I could say anything else, Carol snatched the books from me and walked to the counter. The man followed her, as did I, and proceeded to collect the items. He put them in a bag and before handing it to the blonde, he pulled out a pink card from under the table. He looked at us and asked us to read it.

'Homosexual bar'.

We both looked at him with confusion. He just winked at us.

"My boyfriend and I would be delighted to welcome a couple as beautiful as you".

"But how?"

"The looks they give each other are charming. And 'The Wizard of Oz'? is the gayest thing in the world".

Now it was my turn to laugh along with the man.

"I plead guilty," I said.

"Well, thank you very much…"

"George"

"Thank you George"

"See you there George"

Note:

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carol aird

i wish part 1 | part 2 — you watch carol dance with her husband from afar. carol sees you talking with a man. neither of you could do anything about it.

maybe the night — carol never intended to avoid you, but she also didn’t intend for this to happen. it’s only been two years since the divorce, and since… therese.

cinderella

lady tremaine

silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting — as you waved your way through the crowd, the feeling of someone staring at you had crossed your mind. you looked behind, and everyone was either busy dancing or chattering. maybe it wasn’t you who they were staring at.

love has gone and the remaining memories are painful — a story of how wickedness planted its seed in lady tremaine’s heart.

criminal minds

emily prentiss

a shot in the darkest dark - to save the lives at stake in the hands of an unsub, you dared yourself to reveal your deepest, darkest truth.

red-handed - Emily sees something she’s not supposed to.

indiana jones and the kingdom of the crystal skull

irina spalko

fight so dirty, but your love’s so sweet — indiana jones and the kingdom of crystal skull au.

divine intervention — the knowledge-seeking woman gets what she wants, and more.

glass onion: a knives out mystery

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sweet like candy in my veins (18+)

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fated (18+) — claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.

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eve fletcher

i can keep a secret, can you? (18+) — the camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.

downtown (18+) —  being under eve fletcher's desk while you eat her out...

double trouble (w/ agatha harkness) — period cramps are the worst, but luckily, you have the two bestest girlfriends in the world.

blowout — eve has special plans for your birthday.

start me up and watch me go (18+) — car sex with eve <3

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lilith ritter

so pure, so dirty and raw (18+) — the succubus in your sleep usually doesn’t speak.

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galadriel

admire you from afar — the fellowship teases you about your crush on lady galadriel.

let the wind carry the words i have — you and the lady of lothlorien had been dancing around each other for a millennium now, neither of you ready to acknowledge your feelings for one another. or, none of you wanted to be the first to confess.

let them catch wind of our love — galadriel can be a bit protective and jealous when it comes to you, though she won’t admit it.

gold rush — the level of intimacy between you and your childhood friend and king thranduil stirs up an unknown feeling within galadriel.

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brie evantee

what a zinger — a dinner with the brie evantee. gay awakening ensues.

marion loxley

aimed at my heart — the hammering of your heart was so fast you don’t know if it was because of the adrenaline, the happiness from your achievement, or the feeling of marion in your arms. maybe all three.

hange zoë

love you for a long time — nothing new, just hange and you being oblivious idiots and levi (disgusted and) tired of it.

addison montgomery

request denied — you wanted to be on dr. montgomery's service for the day, but you don't have a say on the matter – bailey's the boss.

jennifer barkley

reset, restart, replay — you were sure you had mastered the no strings attached formula, but this was different. jennifer barkley was a different equation.

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Is It Over Now? (2)

A/N: will def go MIA after this

warnings: idk

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

genre: angst??

summary: "I can't breathe around you anymore."

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 the days passed by, your lover grew colder. Avoiding you, even your gaze. She'd always come home late and leave for work early. Almost too early. It seemed that she was only doing it so you won't be able to talk to her, so you can't confront her.

Tonight was another one of those nights, it's already past 12 midnight, yet she's still not home. You're forcing yourself to stay awake, needing to talk to her. You just wanted her to explain, to enlighten you. It's been hammering against you as she grows more and more distant everyday. It's been exactly a month since she last showed you affection, which is making you crave her touch.

Before all of this started, she would always hug you before she left, kiss you before you went to bed, and cuddle with you whenever she had the chance.. but now.. now it's just heartbreaking silence, a silence that is filled with what seems to be hatred.. but she's your wife? How could she ever hate you? You don't know, you can't figure out just what to do, when the cause of all this is her, and the cure might also be her.

Finally, after what felt like forever she's finally home. "Carol..?" you called out. She was startled, not expecting you to be awake at this hour. "What are you doing up?" She asked, her voice laced with venom. "I.. I wanted to.. to talk to you." she glares at you. "I'm tired, y/n. Let me rest." Her words lit a fuse inside you. "Stop avoiding me." The words left your mouth harshly. You never talked like this, so she was definitely taken aback. "Watch your tone." She points out the way you spoke. "Carol, I am begging you. Talk to me." She couldn't believe it. How are you this stern? "What?" She's obviously annoyed, but she can't do anything.

"What's up with you?" You ask, trying so hard not to crumble in front of her. "What do you mean?" You simply scoff. "Don't play dumb with me, Carol. You're being very distant. Is there something wrong?" You ask, your voice shaky. "Oh, dear." She sighs. "Nothing's wrong, I'm just very stressed with work." She rolls her eyes. "No, that's not it. You've been stressed with work before, you used to always ask for cuddles when you were stressed. What the heck is happening?" You ask, needing clear answers. "I'm going to be honest, okay?" You nod. "You're suffocating me with how clingy you are. I can't breathe around you anymore." Her words broke your heart into pieces, but somehow you managed to stay strong and not cry.

The only word that left your mouth was "Oh.", you wanted to ask her more, but you couldn't. "Y/n, I think I'm better off without you." She admits. "Hey.. you chose me." You said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry, but.. let's take a break, please." You only nod. "Okay."

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