#reader x cate blanchett

[fandomnerd9602]

Hela: kneel to your queen

Y/N: I-I…umm…

Rio: no I’m the only one Y/N kneels to

Y/N: I-Umm…

Y/N falls over…

Rio: what happened?

Y/N: too much fine in one room

[anbadann]

Part 2..

I need something else to do in my life.

[holyblanchett]

Cate Blanchett speaking German and eating her daughters bully up in Tár will forever be the most iconic moment in cinematic history.

[mistressofstars]

A Lecture on Desire - Part III

Pairing: Kathryn Hahn x Reader

Summary: A lecture on The Price of Salt is supposed to be all about Therese and Carol, but when Professor Hahn locks eyes with you, lines blur. Slow-Burn. Non-magical AU

Word count: 2k

”What else mattered except being with Carol, anywhere, anyhow?“

- Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Part III

Your hands hover over the keyboard, each key feeling heavier than usual. You’ve drafted three replies and deleted every single one. Nothing feels quite right, polite but not too eager. Eventually, you settle for a reply.

Subject: RE: Glasses

Dear Professor Hahn,

saturday at 2 p.m. works perfectly for me, thank you for the invitation.

I’m glad I could return your glasses; I’d hate to think of you without them.

Kind regards,

Y/N Y/LN

You re-red it. Shit. Did you really just send that? You hit your head against the keyboard in disbelief, that stupid, flirty, awkwardly sincere message is now in her inbox, and there’s no taking it back.

Re-reading it. Shit. Did you really just send that? You hit your head against the keyboard in disbelief, that stupid, flirty, awkward message is now in her inbox, and there’s no taking it back.

You groan into your palms, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.After a feel minutes you sigh and move the cursor toward the corner of the screen to close your inbox, you just wanted to hide under your blanket.

A notification pops up.

Subject: RE: RE: Glasses

Dear Miss Y/Ln,

I’ll see you at Maury’s Tiny Cove, 3908 Harrison Avenue, Cheviot.

As for my glasses and hating to think of me without them? That’s quite the visual you’ve been entertaining. I hope it wasn’t too distracting.

K. Hahn

You blink, rereading it twice. Three times. The words sink in slowly, her voice practically slipping off the screen, that teasing edge.‘You swallow hard, feeling a strange mix of humiliation and thrill. Did she really just write that?

…

The days leading up to lunch feel impossibly long, each second dragging as your thoughts spin in endless circles. You try to distract yourself , but your mind keeps returning to that email. To her words. The teasing, playful edge in them. You want to stop thinking about it, but you can’t.

It’s Saturday, and you still haven’t figured out how to calm your nerves. It’s like the weight of what’s coming presses on you, no matter how many times you try to shake it off. Lunch with Professor Hahn. The thought alone makes your pulse quicken. You’re about to see her outside of class, outside of the usual boundaries. There’s something so… charged about the whole thing.

You glance at the clock—it’s nearly time to start getting ready. You swallow hard, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. Time to make a decision. What do you wear to something like this?

Your eyes land on the red sweater you’ve worn a few times it’s simple, but it fits perfectly. The heart-shaped neckline shows off just enough skin. You bite your lip at the idea of Professor Hahn noticing it.

You apply your favorite perfume on your pulse point and on your wrist, letting the familiar scent settle over you. With a deep breath, you throw on your wool coat and reach for the thick scarf hanging nearby.

The restaurant feels warmer than it should. You glance at your watch for what must be the hundredth time. Five minutes past two. She’s late. Or maybe you’re just too early. The thought doesn’t make you feel any better as you fidget with the corner of your napkin, sneaking another glance at the door.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor snaps your attention back to the present. You look up, and there she is.

Kathryn Hahn strides in with an air of ease, as if she owns the room. Her white blouse is crisp, the first couple of buttons undone, hinting at the barest shadow of skin. A navy coat hugs her shoulders perfectly, and her hair falls casually loose, framing her face. Her sharp eyes scan the room until they lock onto yours. Intense. Steady. Unwavering.

You freeze under her gaze, heat pooling low in your stomach as she approaches. When she finally reaches the table, she slips off her coat with a fluid motion, draping it neatly over the back of her chair. The tailored blouse accentuates her figure, skimming over curves that make your throat dry.

Kathryn smirks, sitting down with deliberate grace. She leans in slightly, resting her elbow on the table. Her glasses dangle loosely from the open button of her blouse, the movement drawing your attention to the soft curve of her collarbone and the subtle hint of cleavage revealed beneath the crisp white fabric. Your eyes are lingering for a moment too long before you snap your gaze back up to her face.

“Hello, Professor,” you manage, your voice quieter than you intended, trying not to let your gaze drop again.

Her lips curve further, a touch of satisfaction colouring her expression. “Miss Y/LN,” she replies smoothly, her tone laced with something you can’t quite place.

You swallow hard, gripping the menu like a lifeline as she leans back slightly, crossing her legs.

Her fingers move to the glasses resting at the edge of her blouse. She pulls them free, slowly, painfully slowly and deliberate. The glasses catch briefly against the fabric before she unfolds them with a practiced ease. Sliding them onto her nose, low enough to peer over the frames, her eyes flick to the menu, as if entirely unaware of the way your breath hitches.

The waiter arrives, and Kathryn orders a Greek salad without hesitation. “And Texan Ranch Water,” she adds.

You scramble to order the same salad, your mind still racing over her drink choice. Texan Ranch Water? You scan the menu again, trying to figure out what it is, but before you can, you glance up to find her watching you.

She’s holding her glasses by the tip, her lips brushing the arm of the frame as she waits. Her eyes are locked on yours, her expression unreadable. You squirm under her gaze, heat prickling at the back of your neck.

“Something on your mind?” she asks, her voice low and teasing. Her lips quirk just slightly.

Your face burns. “Just, uh, trying to figure out what you ordered,” you mumble.

“Well, you don’t know what’s in a Ranch Water?? Honey…”, her eyes twinkling with a mix of surprise and amusement. It’s tequila, it’s lime juice,” she says, making a squishing motion with her fingers, “and it’s sparkling mineral water.” She chuckles lightly. “How old are you again? I would have thought you’d know something as classic as a Ranch Water by now.”

You tell her your age, and her smile widens, eyes flashing with mischievous delight. “Really?” she draws out the word, letting out a soft, almost teasing laugh. “That young, huh?”

She leans back again, her eyes never leaving yours, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Well, sweetheart, there’s always time to educate you,” she adds, her voice drops slightly.

“So, Y/N…” she says, your name rolling off her tongue like melted chocolate. Your eyes widen slightly at the intimacy. “That’s a lovely name. Where’s it from?”

You hesitate for a moment, stumbling over your answer before offering a brief explanation. She listens intently, her chin resting on her hand, her eyes flickering with curiosity and something more playful.

“You’re not from here, though, are you?” she presses, the words slipping out with the ease of someone who knows they’re right. “I can hear it in your accent.”

You nod and tell her about your upbringing, feeling strangely vulnerable under her scrutiny.

The waiter arrives with your plates, interrupting the charged air between you.

Professor Hahn spears a tomato with elegant precision before raising a brow. “Afraid to ask about me?” she says, her tone teasing but pointed.

You swallow, pulling your nervous energy together, forcing a smile. The tension is unbearable, but you manage to say, “Was about to ask.” The smile lingers, a little more confident this time.

Her grey eyes gleam, intrigued by your shift in tone. She sets her fork down and leans back slightly. “Cleveland,” she offers casually. “But I studied in New York. Lived there for years.”

Kathryn’s drink is set down beside her. You watch her pick up the glass, her fingers curling around the rim as she brings it to her lips. Her eyes flick to yours as she takes a sip, and your stomach twists. She sets the glass down.

Without thinking, you find yourself asking, “Can I try it?”

Kathryn looks at you for a beat and without saying a word, she slides the glass toward you, your fingers brushing.

You focus on the faint lipstick stain on the rim of the glass. With a steady hand, you bring the glass to your lips, deliberately sipping from the spot where her lips had just been. The taste is sharp and refreshing, the tequila cutting through with just the right bite.

Licking your lips the taste is lingering as you meet her gaze. Her eyes darken, it makes your stomach tighten. You feel like prey.

“It’s good,” you say, your voice casual. You lower the glass, smiling at her as you hand it back. “I like it.”

“I’ll get you your own then.” She looks over at the waiter, raising her hand slightly and ordering one for you.

Kathryn leans back slightly, her expression shifting. It’s subtle, but you notice the change immediately—her posture straighter, her voice taking on that polished, professional edge. “So,” she begins, her tone a bit more measured, “The Price of Salt… How’s the reading going? You enjoying it?”

”I finished it. It’s a masterpiece, really. How Highsmith builds tension and captures desire… it’s mesmerizing.“

Expression unreadable, ”One of my students posed a question after class and I’m curious to hear your thoughts on it.”

”He suggested that Therese… ” She draws out the name, a soft emphasis as if weighing the idea. “….should have never gotten involved with Carol. That Carol, with all her complexities, is far too… perilous for someone as tender as Therese. And instead, they argued, Therese would have been better off with Richard—the safe, predictable choice.”

You take a large zip from your drink, the emotions bubbling up despite yourself. “Richard is everything Therese doesn’t want to be tied down to,” you begin, the words spilling out faster than you expected. “He’s suffocating. He doesn’t see her as a person—he sees her as some… accessory to his perfect life plan. Someone to mold into what he wants.”

Your voice sharpens but you feel the effect of the drink as you continue, fingers tightening around your glass. “Carol—Carol is dangerous, sure. But she’s also alive. She’s everything Richard isn’t. She’s freedom. She’s, longing, desire … lust.

You pause, your breath quickening as you think about it. “Being with Carol isn’t about playing it safe. It’s about choosing the fire, knowing it might burn you but stepping into it anyway. Because sometimes, the risk is worth it. That’s what makes it so—” You search for the word, your voice softening. “So irresistible. Richard could never be that. He could never make her feel this way.”

You glance down at the table, momentarily lost in your own words. When you lift your eyes back to Kathryn, her expression hasn’t changed. She’s still watching you, her grey eyes locked on yours, unblinking, as though she’s dissecting every word. The quiet that follows feels heavy, thick with unspoken tension, and you realize your heart is pounding.

Her fingers trail along the rim of her almost empty glass before she speaks, her tone impossibly calm. “Miss Y/L/N,” she says, “would you like to continue discussing this in my office?”

The words hang in the air, thick. There’s no mistaking the pull in her tone, no question of what she’s offering—or demanding.

You nod.

Author’s Note: A little homage to some of Kathryn Hahn’s iconic pop culture moments sprinkled in here, couldn’t resist! Next chapter? No more slow burn. That’s all I’m going to say.

[yourgirlxp]

MY MASTERLIST

Requests are open!

(I'll be writing only gxg for now, sorry)

ACTRESS:

Cate Blanchett

Nothing yet

Aubrey Plaza:

Roommate (writing)

"Aubrey needs a place to stay while filming Agatha All Along and while preparing for a play, luckily you have a spare room in your apartment."

Kathryn Hahn

Lines Crossed (writing)

"You have a crush on your childhood friend's mother, it seemed innocent until she started giving you some special attention"

Elizabeth Olsen

some kind of jealous (writing)

"You seem a little obsessed with Agatha Harkness after watching the new series so Lizzie has to do something about it"

Anne Hathaway

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Jenna Ortega

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Scarlett Johansson

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Hailee Steinfield

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Helena Bonhan Carter

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Emma Stone

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Sarah Paulson

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Rosemud Pike

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Rio Vidal

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Agatha Harkness

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Yelena Belova

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Rhaenyra Targaryen

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Alicent Hightower

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Shiv Roy

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Maddy Perez

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Lexi Howard

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Callie Torres

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Glorious - Hela x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wake up to Hela and her early morning cravings.

Warnings: degradation, praise, dumbification, somnophilia, pussy slapping, slight spit kink, oral sex (r!receiving), definitely not proofread...

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @ratsnestinmyhair

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

The early glow of the sun rising over the horizon covered the space around you in a magnificent golden hue. Curtains were spread just enough to let the bright light into your bedroom.

You had spent the night tucked into Hela's arms, but throughout the night, you had somehow found your way to the opposite side of the bed. And when the ravenette woke up, her vision was blurry from sleep.

Knuckles rubbed against her eyes, and she audibly groaned. Not only were the rays from the sun shining directly into her face, but she was cold.

Your body always kept her warm. Limbs tangling with her own as if you were both one, but today they were missing. She frowned as she pulled the covers over her, but when she looked over to your side of the bed, all morning sourness was depleted.

Hela herself was never a morning person. It was too bright, too shiny, too early. If she could stay in bed all day with you tucked by her side, she would.

And the sight of you laying on your stomach, body turned away from her, hair sprawled out behind you, your bare back glowing with the most beautiful glow from the sunshine, and your little black lace panties just barely peeking out from under the duvet had her mind instantly take a new direction.

You looked at peace. And even in your sleep, Hela thought you were the most gorgeous being she had ever seen. Long, slim fingers tangled in your locks, twirling the soft strands away so she could get a better view of your back.

Your muscles moved with each steady breath, and Hela couldn't help herself but to reach out and glide a gentle finger down your spine.

Her sweet Angel, sleeping so peacefully—so beautifully. Her body moved closer to yours like a magnet. Drawn to you. Meant to connect with you.

Your skin was as soft and smooth as the silk sheets beneath you. Tender digits explored your back, following every nook, every dip, curve, and trail until she reached just low enough to touch your lace panties.

They were her favorite ones. Dark. Black. Her favorite color. And you looked absolutely divine wearing it.

Her fingers pulled at the duvet, gently and carefully sliding the thick blanket down your legs, and past your feet, earning the most subtle shiver from you in your sleeping state.

Such a delectable creature you were. So much younger, brighter, sweeter. The completely opposite of her. Yet you chose her. The more older, crankier, darker woman. And she would never admit it, but you brought out the best in her.

And she was ever so grateful for you. But to her, words were a struggle. It was hard for her to tell you exactly how she felt. It was an ongoing battle between her mind and her lips.

But there was another way that always allowed her to express herself. And that was with physical touch. One thing she loved most.

And that's why when you let out the softest of hums when her digits raked over the lace panties covering the curve of your ass, Hela knew what she had to do.

Even in your sleep, your body and mind memorized her touch. So soft and delicate. The complete opposite of her usual demeanor.

Her pointer and middle finger dipped just beneath the lace to drag the thin fabric carefully down your legs.

Hela moved her body closer, allowing her moistened lips to place featherlight kisses along your bare back. The purplish marks from her actions the night before were now prominently darker, and she smirked to herself.

Panties were slipped off and thrown down the bed, immediately forgotten, as the ravenette continued her slow path down your figure.

Her tongue dipped to the curve of your waist, soothing over the faint bruise from previous endeavors. She loved marking you. Her lover. Her person. Wanting the world to know who you belonged to.

"So beautiful..." she whispered between peppering kisses. Lips ghosted along the curve of your ass, but she took her time savoring your luscious bottom.

It was her favorite body part, and you immediately caught onto that fact as your relationship with her blossomed. All the touches, kisses, pinches, and smacks all quickly made sense.

Luckily for her, one leg was lifted, closer to your chest, yet exposing more of the space between your thighs. Lips were licked, and her body settled between your legs.

A plethora of chaste kisses were placed along the innermost part of your thighs. Hela used both hands to grab a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks to allow more space for her tongue to dart out and lick a strip across your puffy folds.

It took everything in her not to let out an animalistic groan at the sweet and tangy taste of your pussy. "So fucking perfect..." she whispered to herself between kitten licks.

Your hips involuntarily bucked. And the woman slowly eating you out, was studying your every move. Every little twitch, hitch of your breath, and tiny shudder that elicited from you.

Like your body knew, even in a deep slumber, that she was close. That she was touching you. The reason why you were dreaming that you were being pleasured— but it wasn't a dream.

A small whimper fell past your lips as reality hit you. The room was slowly being filled with the sun's rays peeking through the curtains, hands were grabbing feverishly at your ass, and lips were sucking at your most intimate parts.

"There we go... wake up for me, princess," Hela cooed.

She was exploring you. Relishing being on her most favorite spot. Your hips steadily grind against her face, and your hand reaches down to lay atop her own that laid across your ass.

Her tongue brushes past your hole, forcing you to let out a muffled moan as you hide your face in the plush pillow.

A harsh smack to your ass had you let out another muffled yet hearty moan from you. The immediate switch in her tone was arousing.

"You know I like hearing those slutty little moans of yours. Keep them muffled and I will stop. I will not look, touch, or even breathe in your direction all day. Now let me fucking hear you. Do you understand me?"

Eager to please, you move your head. Letting your head fall sideways. "S-sorry—" you mumbled, sleep still relevant with your slurred response.

Your eyes were fluttering, half-closed, threatening to close. She explored every nook and valley, tasting every last drop of your arousal that threatened to spill from your cunt.

"You better be," she seethed, taking a moment to collect air but still pull the smooth skin of your ass cheek between her teeth and bite down.

You yelped in surprise. Your body wiggled, but Hela was insistent on holding you down. Crescent moons from her nails leaving marks in your flesh that were sure to stay for the rest of the day.

Hela dove back to your cunt, paying special attention to your puffy clit. Your most sensitive spot. The spot that the ravenette liked to play with the most.

"Come on, baby. Let me hear those pathetic little moans." She groaned against your pussy. "I want to hear you screaming my name. I don't give a fuck who hears."

She was swift in turning you over, and while you were still in a sleepy haze, it was a quick and easy move. Your knees bent, and legs lazily fell open as you allowed your lover to dive nose-deep in your pussy.

Fingers curled inside dark locks, before pulling at the strands to elicit low, sinful moans that sent vibrations through your core.

Eyes fell shut, too heavy to stay open. But moan after moan fell past your lips and played heavenly in Hela's ears. It was just too easy for her to make you moan. Always so noisy when she pleasured you.

After all, she had memorized every little thing that made your eyes roll, and her name fall past your lips over and over again in an increasingly growing prayer.

One hand left your quivering thighs to glide up your abdomen. She could feel every hitch of your breath as her slender digits slid higher and higher.

Your breast filled the palm of her hand, and the feeling was enchanting. How you fit so perfectly. Like your body was made entirely for her own pleasure.

She was glad you wore no garments to bed, making it easier for her to fuck you. Although she was still wearing more than you were, the last thing on her mind was herself.

"Always such a little slut for me. Even in your sleep. Isn't that right? You were dreaming about me weren't you?"

"Yes!" You bucked your hips. "So good..." you mumbled.

Hela chuckled at your response. It was clear you were barely there.

"Look at you," she scoffed. "I haven't even let you come yet you're barely even coherent." She nipped at your pulsating clit. Your back arched from the bed in response.

"Have I already fucked you stupid?" She asked.

"Mmph— I —" your head nodded, but your words weren't correlating. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out besides the constant moans and the occasional whimper.

"So fucking pathetic... eating you out so good you can barely even speak." She poked at your cunt with her tongue as her words were muffled as she spoke. "What's on that fucked out, stupid little mind of yours, hmm?"

Your lips opened but nothing came out. Nails scratched at her scalp as you focused on the pleasure building between your thighs.

An unexpected harsh smack elicited the sharpest of gasps from you. Hela had used her free hand to slap your pussy, pulling you back to reality.

"Answer me, my little slut." You whined, and not from just the slap, but from her mouth leaving your pussy while she glared up at you. You were so close, yet now your orgasm was fading away.

And it was fading quickly.

"Y-You! Jus—Just you!" Your hips bucked, and doe eyes gazed down at her in a silent plea.

A pleased hum elicits from her, as she watches you intently. Your flushed face, doe eyes, and a pouty lip. You were just the most precious thing. So innocent... yet so filthy at the same time.

"That's my good girl. See that wasn't so hard. Now let all those thoughts disappear from that pretty little mind while I finish what I started."

Hela dove right back in, not sparing another second as she spit at your pussy, leaving a trail of saliva from her lips before flicking at your folds.

A throaty moan falls past your lips, struggling to breathe at the newfound sensitivity you were feeling over how close you previously were to your release.

Her tongue flicked and prodded at your puffy clit before she pulled it into her mouth with a harsh suck. This time she allowed your hips to move, letting you ride her face as she fucked you with her tongue.

Your gaze flicked down to her once more, and you came in merely an instant. The way her gaze was already trained on you and the sight of her head between your legs was enough to set you off.

Her name was loudly falling from your mouth with a plethora of other numerous, almost pornographic noises. Your thighs trembled and restricted against her head, but Hela insisted on letting you ride out your high for as long as possible.

You swore your vision went black and you saw stars, in which Hela noticed when your lashes fluttered and your eyes were glazed over.

Your body was convulsing, Hela finally removing her mouth from your dripping cunt to first lick her lips, and then place kiss after kiss along your thighs.

She followed a familiar trail upwards. First starting at your hip bone, then to your navel, between the valley of your breasts, and up to your chin.

Her mouth latched onto your own, sucking on your plump lower lip before sliding that skillful tongue of hers past your lips.

You could taste yourself along her experienced tongue, and moaned deeply into the kiss.

Hela chuckled deeply when she pulled away from the kiss for air, only for you to attempt to chase her lips with a pout, not ready for her to pull away just yet.

"We need to get some food in you first before we even think about continuing this. I can't have my pretty little thing passing out on me mid-orgasm," she teased.

You let out a dramatic sigh as her fingers moved your hair out of your face. She was right, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

But you knew one very important thing about Hela.

And that was she was a woman of her word.

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𖹭𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𖹭

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠; 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦, 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋. The sound of the radio rang in your ears, staring out through the window as snow poured down onto the ground, growing silently. The only light was the sun barely peeking through the windows, and the soft dim glow of the lamps that were scattered throughout the room.

Biting your lip, you knew you two couldn’t get to travelling today. It was too dangerous, with how icy the roads were, and how with the snow, you couldn’t even see a few miles ahead. 

“Darling?” Carol’s voice echoed from behind you, her blonde hair in it’s usual somehow always perfect state, red lipstick painted over her lips, and one of the many outfits that you could only dream of affording. You smiled softly at her with your eyebrows raised. “I’m hoping you aren’t thinking we’re driving today, because if so, I have some bad news.”

Shaking your head, you wrapped your hands around your warm mug tighter, “Do you take me for clueless?”

Carol had faintly grinned, stepping closer towards you. Her hand had placed itself on the small of your back, taking the cup of coffee from your hand and taking a sip as you stared at her, watching as she winced. “Too sweet for me.”

“That’s because I made it to my taste,” You gently took the mug from her hands, now her gaze on you, watching as you sipped opposite to where her lipstick had been printed on the ridge of the mug. “Your coffee is on the nightstand, plain black.” 

Carol raised her eyebrows, turning to see the mug, humming. Her hand landed on your shoulder, her red nails squeezing the skin and her lips pressing onto your cheek. “An angel you are.”

You hummed, leaning into the light peck she had given you before letting go, getting her coffee. “Do you know when the snow is supposed to stop?”

“They said late tonight,” You answered, eyes still fixed out the window, “We’d have to wait until the roads clear, so I’m thinking we most likely won’t even be able to leave until tomorrow afternoon, or even night.”

“..Why don’t we make the best of it, darling?”

Her words caught your attention immediately, causing you to turn around. “I’m intrigued.” Carol grinned in response, picking up the camera she had newly gifted you from the luggage.

“Maybe you can take some photographs of us outside, you know, get some practice..put the camera to good use.” The older woman suggested, her red nails lightly scratching the textured metal. She raised the camera up to you, smiling as she clicked the button to take a photo of you. “Perfect.”

“That one definitely was not.” You spoke gently to her, taking the camera from her hands and looking at it. “Get your extravagant coat on, let’s have a little fun.”

She immediately complied, turning around swiftly and taking her coat off the hanger. You got your own on, following Carol out the door.

A not-so-delightful shudder ran down your spine as you stepped outside, the cold harsh and the wind strong. Carol, being in her fur coat, wasn’t as affected as you, taking a step further into the snow with a faint smile on her lips. She faced your way to look at you, “Come on, you agreed, darling.”

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to step closer to Carol, raising the camera lens to your eye, your heart at least warming as you clicked the camera, watching in admiration as Carol spun around in the snow. The snowflakes surrounding her made her look like some sort of princess. She gazed right into the camera now, her icy eyes captured with a click, bringing the camera down from your face after probably getting a dozen photos. You took a minute to admire her, snowflakes in her golden hair, a faint blush on her cheeks from the chilling air, and her eyes, directly on you, the luckiest girl in the world.

“Staring is considered rude in most places, you know.” She teased, prying the camera from your hands. “Your turn, sweetheart, before you freeze.” She glanced around her, murmuring,  “And before the other guests think we’re insane.”

Carol laughed pitifully as she watched you smile awkwardly, like a child standing for a picture on the first day of school. You were too cold, your arms wrapped around yourself and your face scrunched. “I’m freezing, Carol!”

Carol clicked the camera as you stared at her, waiting for her to end your suffering as you stood in the snow, your breath coming out in visible huffs. “Give me a little twirl, now.” She ordered softly, using her pointer finger to mimic the action.

Complying, you twirled yourself in the snow, hearing the snow crunch beneath your shoes, and hearing the faint clicking of the camera. You began to step towards her after twirling once. “Alright, I think we-”

You presumed the universe didn’t want the photoshoot to end, as you tripped over the snow and the ice below it, falling back into the snow with a yelp and a plop into it. Carol had to attempt to stifle her laugh, her hand slapping against her mouth. “Oh!”

 “I swear to god!”

Carol stepped over to you quickly, camera still in hand. “Are you alright?” Her voice was deep, but you could tell she was trying her best not to smile or laugh at the event. You couldn’t lie, a giggle slipped from your lips. She didn’t hesitate to lift the camera up once she saw you were okay, snapping a picture of you, laying in the snow pathetically with a grim expression. “Come on, sweet thing.”

As her hand reached out, you could hear another click, your eyes rolling. “I’m not in my best state right now, these pictures are going to come out horrible.” She pulled you up, wrapping her hand around your shoulders and held you close. “That had to have been utterly unattractive, falling on my arse in the snow.”

Carol gave herself the permission to laugh now, opening the door to your room while pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Oh, shush, you.”

You sighed happily at the warmer space, putting your wet coat on a hanger and hoping it’d dry up by the next morning. Nonetheless, you were still soaked, sighing deeply in frustration at the feeling of the damp clothes on your body. “I’m going to-” Carol cut you off when she heard your tone, coming from behind.

“None of that,” She cooed, her body facing you now as she took charge of getting you put together again. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the buttons to your blouse, the tips of her fingers grazing the exposed skin as she got lower and lower. “You get frustrated so easily, sweetheart.”

Only being able to hum, your breathing quickened on it’s own as she unbuttoned the last one, and her eyes skimmed your torso, taking her time to land right back on your eyes. You could see her hesitation as her nimble fingers traced back up your stomach, running over the lace of your bra, and up to your shoulders, hesitating to push off the fabric covering your torso.

Your shaky hands reached up to hers, gently guiding the blouse off your shoulders with her hands, giving her silent permission with a glint of desire in your eyes, matching hers.

“Beautiful,” The older woman mumbled before tracing her cold hands up your neck, and to your cheeks, holding your face as she pressed her lips to yours, gently kissing you as she lead you to the bed behind you both, your knees buckling as the bed came into contact with the backs of your legs. Carol had pushed you further onto the bed so your head was propped onto the pillows as she hovered herself over you, reattaching her lips to your own. The kiss was more passionate now, her tongue swiping your bottom lip for permission. You parted your lips immediately, your hand resting on her cheek as your breathing sped up, feeling her hand begin to unzip your skirt.

Carol’s hand slipped under your body, pushing your body up slightly so she could slip the skirt off effortlessly. She could’ve asked you to simply lift your hips, but to stop kissing you was a harder task, at the moment. You were addictive, a drug to her that was worth the risk of being caught. The way you breathed heavily against her and your hands roamed her hair and face, the way her name fell softly from your swollen lips, like a gentle prayer.

She began to kiss your jawline softly before trailing down to your neck, leaving hot opened mouth kisses as her red nails scraped softly against the skin, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Her hand moved lower, and lower down your body, smirking slightly as she felt your legs part more so for her touch. 

The woman retreated slightly to move her blonde hair out of the way, gazing at you adoringly as her fingers traced over the lace of your underwear, watching you as she began to gently slide the fabric down your legs, her other hand still roaming your body, mostly your cheeks and collarbones.

No words needed to be exchanged as she heard you whimper softly for her touch, and Carol was not one to reject your silent pleads. Her fingertips finally touched your bundle of nerves, moving further down to collect your wetness and moving back up, circling around it once more. 

Carol saw as your eyes went half lidded and your breathing quickened, a soft moan eliciting from you. You closed your eyes, pulling her head forward to you and she didn’t hesitate to continue her soft kisses to your skin, her teeth grazing certain spots that made you gasp for her.

“Oh, Carol..” She sighed heavily against your skin in response, quickening her circles around your clit. Her mouth lightly latched around your tit and your back arched as you grasped tightly onto the pillow behind your head.

Carol cooed your soft moans, hoping no other guests would hear them, no matter how sweet and heavenly they were to her ears. She kissed your lips, “I know it feels good, sweetheart,” She kissed the corner of your mouth, her circles tighter now, and a burning sensation collecting between your thighs. You couldn’t help the slip of a more so high pitched moan escaping, which landed to Carol’s hand gently placing itself over your mouth, “Shh, I know, darling, I know. You’re doing so good.” Her eyes watched as your own gazed back at her, hazed with need and desperation for her. She was all that you had wanted, needed. You couldn’t help but always feel a flutter in your chest when you gazed at her, she was so…words couldn’t explain how beautiful Carol was. Especially when she was on top of you, whispering delicate words of praises that made you melt. “That’s a good girl, just keep looking at me.” Her hand tightened ever so slightly over your mouth, her voice low and gravelly.

When you began to flutter your eyes shut when your legs shook, Carol tutted, “No, no,” She slowed down her movements, “Look at me, please. Keep those pretty eyes open for me.”

You complied, opening your eyes up again, in which she quickened her movements once more. She felt as you whined against her hand, your breathing ultimately ragged and your hips starting to move against her hand. You threaded your fingers through her soft hair, your head tilting at her look. 

She leaned down to rest her head against yours, and your sounds became more frequent as you were on the edge of finishing for her. She moved her lips to your ear, gently nipping on the skin before whispering ever so seductively, “Let go for me, angel.”

As if your body listened to her every word, your back arched into her as your release washed over you. Her hand let go of your mouth and instantly replaced it with her own, kissing you passionately through your high. Your fingers tightened around her hair as she fell onto her side, swallowing every whimper and moan that came from you.

Carol’s hand grazed back up your body, retreating from your lips just for a moment, putting her fingers delicately against your lips, almost like an offering that you didn’t have to take. Yet, you did, with hazy eyes and a lazy movement, your mouth wrapped around her slender fingers, sucking your mess off of them while she looked at you, with such adoration and need, your heart panged. You licked one last stripe in between the two fingers, and she gently pulled the digits out of your mouth.

She slowly tucked a hair behind your ear, taking note of your flushed cheeks and trembling figure. “My angel.”

“All yours.” You breathed lightly, nuzzling into her hand as she stroked your cheekbone with her thumb. Carol gave a small smile, her red lipstick had almost stayed on perfectly, which had slightly shocked you, even though it was printed all over your neck. 

Pressing a long kiss to your lips, Carol brought the blanket around your figure, protecting you from any cold that was to hit you in a few moments. 

Carol paused and looked at the camera that was set on the dresser, looking back at you with a slightly mischievous look in her icy eyes. You knew what she was referring to almost instantly, biting your lip and gently nodding when she raised an eyebrow. “Photograph me.”

She elegantly stepped up from the bed, pulling the camera into her hands and getting the camera ready. She raised the camera up to her eye, smirking as you gazed right into the lens. Your were supporting yourself with your elbows, your hair messy and her lipstick all over your neck, your almost bare chest visible. All she knew was that, when the picture was processed, she was keeping it for herself. 

Carol put the camera back down on the nightstand, wrapping her arms back around you. And shutting her eyes for a few moments.

Lost in thought, you could feel an odd pit in your stomach, almost a dread or a paranoia that caused an unbearable and incurable nausea. You watched as Carol laid back next to you, studying her blue eyes and perfect features. Was this really all worth it?

One look at Carol Aird was all you needed to know.

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Jealous character x Fem!reader pleeaaaase

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Enamored

Carol Aird x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: You're Rindy's babysitter, though recently you've been finding yourself getting closer to her mother, Carol.

Warnings/Notes: None really. Slight age gap? Child with divorcing parents? Harge being an asshole? Tipsy Carol? I don't know anything about 4 year olds.

Word Count: 3420

  “They’re fighting again…” Rindy’s lips pursed into a childish pout. She clung to your sweater as you carried her up the stairs. 

  “I know, honey.” You pushed the door to her room open, closing it afterwards with your foot once the two of you were inside.

  Carol had warned you earlier that day that Harge might show up to fight with her on who got to have their daughter for Christmas. You were expecting him to come later, maybe after lunch, but the bastard snuck in without a sound and before you realized what was happening, the arguing began.

  Harge had always treated you just fine–you started babysitting Rindy right when the divorce began, after their maid left, and they were still working out who would live in the house–but you knew an argument was impending and that Rindy didn’t like it when her parents fought. Plus, Carol had mentioned to you once, during sort of an emotional burnout, that Harge was not a pretty sight when angry. You’d heard them fight before, but never like this.

  It was as if an opera was going on just below your feet in the kitchen. You couldn’t quite make out the words but you could hear them both shouting.

  Rindy’s mood dampened even further. At the age of 4, she obviously wasn’t quite sure what was going on, she just wanted her family to be how it was, happy. Now it was a blessing if she could have both of her parents at once for an hour without tension. They did their best for her sake but cruel glances and tight lips were inescapable.

  “Did you finish your Christmas list?” You watched as Rindy sat on her bed. The paper was on her little desk, scribbled in orange crayon. You told Rindy to make a draft and then the two of you would make an official, fancy one to send to Santa.

  Rindy perked up a little at the mention of the holiday, though her mood was still glum. “I think so…” Her eyes fell to the paper in your hand. “There's something else I want. But I can’t remember.” 

  You scanned the paper again. “You can’t remember?”

  “No…”

  “Hm…” The paper was covered in various toy names. You’d tried to help Rindy write on the lines but half of the paper was unusable from an apple juice spill so the writing was a bit janky. It would do, though. “Was it another toy?”

  “Yeah.” Rindy pouted again.

  There was a particularly loud shout from Harge downstairs. Rindy shuddered.

  You reached to close the vent to hopefully muffle some of the sound when the little girl spoke.

  “Are adults on the naughty list too?” Rindy asked.

  “If they behave badly, then yes.” You looked outside. “Why do you ask?”

  “Daddy told me Mommy is on the naughty list.” Rindy said in a softer tone. “But Mommy isn’t bad.”

  You couldn’t help but frown a little at that. What else had Harge been telling Rindy about Carol? You were about to ask when Carol’s angry voice sounded from downstairs and a new idea came to mind.

  “No, neither of your parents are bad. Sometimes people just say things they don’t mean.” You bent down in front of the girl and set your hands on her knees. “How about we go for a walk? You like walks in the snow, right?”

  That seemed to cure Rindy’s worries as she nodded with a silly grin.

  The two of you got dressed for the weather and left. You made a point to interrupt the fighting, which had now subdued to both of the adults standing in awkward, tense silence, Carol’s fingers to her temple and Harge pinching the bridge of his nose. They just nodded when you told them what you were doing, though once the two of you were outside you could hear them fighting again.

  The walk tired Rindy out and when you returned. Harge said goodbye to her and left, then you put the little girl to bed.

  When you finished, Carol was standing in the kitchen and staring into the sink. She heard your footsteps across the wooden floor and turned to look at you with tired eyes. 

  “I can’t thank you enough… for everything.” Carol murmured defeatedly, checking her watch. “I’ve missed my lunch…” She’d hired you to come over for the day to watch Rindy while she went out to lunch with friends but that clearly wasn’t going to happen now, not after the whole ordeal with Harge.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. You had nothing to do with it.” Carol shook your head and turned to face you. She looked exhausted. “I suppose I’ll have to call… tell them the car had a flat.” Her voice was low as she pondered an excuse. “What a horrible turnout… it’s Gabriela’s birthday…”

  You watched quietly as Carol struggled to piece together what to do. It wasn’t your place to ask questions, but you’d never seen her this way before. “Are you okay?”

  “To be honest, I’m a little frazzled.” Carol admitted softly. She smoothed her hair down and leaned back into the counter. “Dealing with Harge… it’s draining, truly. He’s been getting angrier every time I see him.”

  “What did he want?”

  Her eyes darkened. “To take Rindy with him to Florida for Christmas. His ‘mother’ requested it.” She scoffed bitterly. “As if Rindy’s own mother is lesser than her. You might as well just tell me to my face that I’m not worth anything to her.”

  “That’s awful…” Your frown deepened. 

  “Isn’t it?” Carol forced a smile. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this, I should be paying you extra at this point for everything you do. No normal babysitter puts up with this…”

  “I don’t mind.” You assured her quickly.

  “I do.” Carol sighed and turned to face the sink again as if looking in your eyes was too much to bear. “Why do you do this anyway? I’m sure my burdens are the last thing you want to carry.”

  You hesitated, thinking over the question. Carol had a point. Half of the things you did were way above your paygrade, and they certainly kept you up at night… So why did you do it?

  You couldn’t admit to her face that Carol herself was the reason you stuck around. You’d been enamored by the woman ever since you first set eyes upon her, and she’d been so kind to you, taking you in with open arms. She’d grown more distant since you first met but you couldn't blame her. 

  With everything going on with Harge, Carol was more exhausted than usual. She’d often forget you were supposed to come on certain days but welcomed you to stay for the sake of it either way. On those nights, you’d head home with a free paycheck, and usually some cookies. 

  And on the nights where she did go out and would come home late, the two of you often spent some time speaking in low voices in the living room, you offering comforting words and her soaking them in like water in a desert. She’d confessed things to you she’d told nobody else during those late nights. Instead of Harge, you’d come along with her to things at Rindy’s school or fun activities out of the house. You were there for both of them even more than Harge was.

  You liked being there for Carol, being the one solid thing she relied on.

  “Rindy’s the best kid I know.” You said instead of confessing it all. “I really like hanging out with her. I’d feel awful to leave her.”

  Carol was satisfied with that answer. Her brows softened and she took your hand into hers, giving it a firm squeeze. “You’re a sweet thing, you know that?” She murmured in a low voice. “I don’t know where I’d be without you, Y/n.”

  Heat spread across your face and you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. “It’s no problem.”

  “Look at you… an angel, truly.” Carol’s voice softened to a whisper and her eyes fell upon your face as if truly taking you in for the first time. Her gaze was so intense, like it was filling your lungs with cotton, you had to look away to breathe. When you looked back, she smiled too and squeezed your hand once more before letting go. “An angel.” She repeated, voice so soft you wouldn’t have known what she said if you weren’t gazing at her lips.

  You ended up staying until dinner before heading home. 

  It was around noon the next day that Carol frantically phoned you, going on and on about an important event that night that had slipped her mind. When you agreed to watch Rindy you could have sworn she was glowing with relief.

  You hardly saw Carol when you arrived as the second you came inside, she was out the door. But she did give you a quick kiss on the cheek, a habit she’d picked up when you were especially life saving.

  You and Rindy had a fun night of board games, mac and cheese, and her favorite movie that you caught on tv. She was out like a light at 9:00 and soon you had the house to yourself.

  When you put Rindy to bed you settled down at the piano in the study. You could’ve sworn you heard the door open but when you called, nobody replied, so you focused your study on the instrument. 

  It was only after you finished the song that you noticed Carol stood in the doorway, watching. She wasn’t sober, clearly. Her eyes were red, her dress a little rumpled and lipstick smudged, probably from downing multiple cups of rich champagne.

  “Oh, Carol, I’m sorry.” You got up quickly. “I didn’t hear you come in… how was it?”

  Carol’s hazy eyes met yours. “It was… horrible, truly. Long, exhausting speeches with no point. Crowds packed like sardines. Stupid, stupid people…” She muttered to herself, trailing off. Then suddenly: “I didn’t know you played the piano.”

  “Just as a hobby.”

  “You’re quite good.” Carol pressed her head into the frame of the door, clutching it tightly as though seeking out the cold from the wood. “I’m sorry… I drank more than I realized. I’m not the best with alcohol.”

  “Oh, it’s alright.” You were at her side within seconds. “Can I get you anything?”

  “Just… help me to the couch. I’m a little dizzy.”

  You quietly guided Carol into the living room, hand resting firm on her back. She sank into the cushions with a breath of relief, head falling back. 

  “Thank you. I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to return like this.” Carol mumbled, draping a hand over her eyes. “The champagne was too tempting to pass up.. I cannot survive a party with my nerves as frayed as they are… goodness, can you get me some water?”

  You got her a glass of water and she took it shakily, lifting the rim to her lips.

  “Much better…” Carol drank half of the glass, then set it aside. She’d sobered up a bit since sitting down. “How is Rindy? Is she asleep?”

  Just as you were about to respond, there was a thump from upstairs. Rindy had a habit of restless sleep and would often roll out of bed without even waking up.

  The two of you exchanged a glance and Carol began to rise but you set your hand on her arm. “I’ll do it.” You murmured. She didn’t bother arguing.

  You went back upstairs and, as expected, Rindy was now asleep on the floor, wrapped tight in a fuzzy flannel blanket. You scooped her back up and tucked her into bed.

  You stopped on the stairs back down, fingers quietly clasping around the railing. Carol was standing now over by the window. Her shoulders were shaking softly and you could hear whimpers. 

  You knew that you should probably go back upstairs and give her a few minutes of peace but you couldn’t. It was like your feet were glued to the stairs… and when they weren’t, you were walking towards her.

  Carol didn’t turn to face you this time, one hand clasped over her mouth to muffle her sobs.

  Her sweater was warm beneath your hand. You traced your thumb across the pattern, feeling the soft grain of it. She pressed her back into your palm and sniffled.

  “I don’t know what to do…” Carol whispered to you, sounding fully sober now. “Everything’s falling apart.”

  “Is it Harge?”

  “Harge, Rindy, Abby, everything…” Carol’s voice cracked. “Anything I do only makes it worse. Maybe… maybe Harge is right… that I’m not good for Rindy.”

  The simple admission sent her bursting into sobs. Broken, pained and guttural sobs.

  “Don’t say that.” You slowly slipped your arms around her, holding her from behind. You’d hugged her before but this felt more intimate than ever… you just hoped she couldn’t feel your racing heart.

  Even if she could, Carol said nothing as she leaned back into you. She looked over her shoulder and sniffled, mascara running down her face. “You don’t need to lie to me, Y/n… I-I know what’s best for my baby, and it’s n-not me.”

  “No, no…” You cooed softly, squeezing her middle as you held her tight from behind. “Carol, Rindy needs her mother, and you’re the best mother she’s got.”

  The older woman sniffled, then gently grabbed your arm. You loosened your grip around her and she turned to face you, then pulled you into her arms and buried her face into your neck.

  You held her as she cried, rocking her from side to side as you rubbed her back. She sobbed her heart out, a little more emotional than usual from the alcohol in the system, but mostly because of the exhaustion of the growing weight on her shoulders. There was nowhere else she could go, nobody else to turn to, but you.

  “I’m horrible…” Carol whispered against your shoulder. 

  “Not at all.” You murmured softly, moving one hand to gently twirl the ends of her hair with a shake of your head. “You’re wonderful.”

  “You’re just lying to make me feel better.”

  “No. I’m not.”

  Carol slowly lifted her head to meet your gaze, her eyes teary and red. “Why… Why are you so good to me?” Her whisper was broken and sad. “I-I don’t… I don’t understand.”

  “Because you’ve only ever been good to me.” You whispered soothingly. Your hand slipped beneath the sleeve of your shirt and you wiped the tears from her face with the fabric. 

  “I’ve deceived you as well. then.” Carol whimpered pathetically. “I’m horrible, y/n. I’m so sorry…”

  “Stop it with that.” Before you realized what was happening, your palm was against her warm, damp cheek. You weren’t sure if the blush across her face was from crying or your actions but you didn’t pull away. With your thumb, you gently caressed the side of her face. “You’re not horrible.”

  “I-I…”

  “You’re not.” You insisted. “Say it.”

  Carol’s lips trembled and she pressed her cheek further into your hand. With a sniffle, she opened her mouth. “I’m not… I’m not horrible.” She choked out weakly.

  “There you go.�� You smiled. You brushed her hair out of her face and smoothed it back down. “It’s easier to believe if you say it.”

  The older woman hiccuped softly and closed her eyes. A few more tears fell down her face and were quickly wiped away by your caring hand. She took a deep shaky breath, then opened her eyes again to meet yours. “...drinking makes me emotional.” Her words were half truth, drinking did in fact make her emotional, but even without the drinks she probably would’ve broken down.

  “That’s okay.” You chuckled, loosening your grip on her waist. She was about to let go of your shoulders but stopped.

  Her face was inches from yours, her soft, trembling breath on your face as she stared into your eyes with an odd look on her face, as though you’d just taught her something unheard of. Her lips trembled again and she blinked rapidly, then leaned a little closer. 

  “Y/n…” The tip of her nose brushed against yours. One of her hands found the back of your head.

  “Carol…” You whispered in return, feeling your heart lurch. You shouldn’t be doing this, really. This was the last thing Carol needed. She was tipsy and an emotional wreck, you were just an outlet for her to take her pain out on. You should pull away.

  But you couldn't bring yourself to do so. The desperation in her eyes was clear. She was begging you without words, yet you could hear just what she’d say in your mind.

  You’d never been kissed before. You slowly leaned your head forward until it was hardly an inch away from hers, then you stopped.

  Taking the hint, Carol closed the gap between the two of you.

  You never wanted to pull away from the kiss. The second her lips found yours, your eyes fluttered shut and she sank into you like every bone in her body turned to liquid. It was a sweet kiss, warm, longing, yet oddly affectionate. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest and if you weren’t responsible for keeping Carol from falling onto the floor, you would’ve swooned.

  Her hands found their way into your hair, gripping the locks gently and holding your head against hers. She kissed you with a strange ferocity, both velvet and electric. If she hadn’t run out of breath, she wouldn’t have pulled away.

  Carol slowly and reluctantly broke the kiss, straightening herself back up. There was a different look in her eyes now, the haze of worry and depression now replaced with the softest lust and the warmest relief. The kiss rejuvenated her. She could stand on her own now, though she kept her hand on your arm.

  “Thank you.” Carol whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead. She offered you a small little smile and dusted herself off. You fixed her hair. Then she took a step back, a little wobbly once more. “I should… go to bed. I fear I’ll be rather sick tomorrow.”

  “Drink lots of water.” You finally managed to rasp, earning a laugh from the older woman.

  “I will, I promise.” She nodded. “Your money is on the table… should I call a cab?” Her eyes fell to the window. It was snowing outside. Most cab drivers weren’t fans of driving from here to the city and back in this weather. “Perhaps it would be best if you stayed.”

  If it weren’t for the tone in her voice, you wouldn’t bat an eye. You’d stayed over plenty of times before when the hours slipped past you, often falling asleep on the couch and waking up to a blanket over your body or gratefully accepting her invitation to stay in the guest room. But this time it was different.

  Carol’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary. “Would you be a dear and stay, Y/n? I’m sure I’ll be a wreck tomorrow… having you to take care of Rindy would be a blessing.”

  “I’d love to stay.” You nodded.

  “Sweet thing…” Carol murmured, grip tightening on the railing of the stairs. She pressed herself into the wall for a moment. “I don’t suppose you’d bring a glass of water and some pain killers to my room? I need to lay down…”

  “Go lay down, I’ll be there in a moment.” You nodded. Carol called a faint ‘thank you’ before ascending upstairs to her room. You quickly grabbed the items of her request and followed her trail, hesitating in front of her door. Then you nudged it open.

  Carol was laying in bed in a nightgown. She smiled sleepily as you stuck your head in the room and beckoned you with one hand. “I haven’t had the time to tidy the guest bedroom.”

  “That’s alright, I don’t mind.” You set her treasures down on the nightstand, reaching to tuck her in.

  “I do.” Carol’s fingers lightly wrapped around your wrist. “Stay… won’t you?”

  How could you deny her? Every word from her mouth only enamored you more. With a soft smile and red face, you joined her in bed, feeling yourself get enveloped in the lavish sheets and warm arms.

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Hello, can u please write Lydia Tar smut? I love the way u write, even if english is not your first language.

teacher's pet

lydia tar x fem!younger!reader (semi-SMUT)

summary: What will a student be willing to do for her teacher's approval?

PART 1

word count: TO BE ADDED

guide:

this font is lydia's words as thoughts in Y/N's head

this font is Y/N's thoughts

this font is just the dialogues!

"you are the worst";

"you will never get better";

"why do you even try? you are worthless";

"that's all you can do?"

this is what you have been hearing from lydia every lesson,every practice. you can't take it anymore. you are desperate for her validation.

she is your teacher,your conductor. she is the lydia tar. How could you dissapoint her so much?

"you are such a dissapointment."

you want her to praise you. you want to be the best,you hate seeing her praise other students who do better than you. you want to be as good as them,no,you want to be BETTER than them

"good girl"

you want her to call YOU a good girl. you want her to aknowledge your hard work..

19:37

the lesson had just ended,every student had left. You and her are alone in the hall.

she is fixing her hair which is up in a messy,loose ponytail. her shirt is slightly unbuttoned,tucked into her pants which where slightly baggy but still showed how small her waist was.

"what do you want now,y/n?" she asks with her raspy voice,perhaps from smoking so much,she looked at you with her pale blue eyes.

you couldn't talk,your throat went dry from anxiety. "Will she get mad? what if she will hate me even more now..?" you heard your thoughts.

"speak up." you heard her say.

you got closer to her,fidgeting with the end of your shirt. you took a deep breath,heart beating fast. "Why am i so nervous..?"

"I .." you bit your lip again. "i.. wanted to apologize for the .. the dissapointment that i've caused you." your voice broke. "i never wanted to be like this,i've been trying hard to please you and be the student you're proud of,miss Tar." your eyes were filling up with moist,she could see this and it made her chapped lips merge into a faint smirk.

"i will do everything to stay as your student,i will show you how .. how serious i take music,really,i will! i will do every-" you froze when you saw her get up and tower over you..she quite a tall woman,masculine appearance,no make up,her wrinlkles around her eyes make them even more alluring.

"Alright,alright .. i hear you." she looked down at you,pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "if you really want to show me how dedicated you are to music,how much you truly desire to be apart of my orchestra,how much you are willing to do to be my good little girl .. then i will let you."

her cold smirk got slightly more visible.

"i will see you at my apartment tonight,at 10PM. be on time and do not dissapoint me even more,got it?"

you couldn't say anything as your moist eyes dried up from shock and suddeness of this situation.

"my good little girl" is what echoed in your head. her good little girl..?

You will do everything for it,won't you?

all you could do is nod a little,while feeling her strong hands on your shoulders.

"i will do everything she desires. i will show you that i'm worth it." you thought,as your eyes filled up with determination.

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21:57

you got to her apartment and saw all its glory: very big,luxurious,lydia's photos and awards were on display. her office door was open and you could see her desk,a piano,some other instruments you couldnt really make out because the lights were off in the room.

you got called to her living room.

your heart was beating faster than before,you were determined to not dissapoint her. not anymore.

for about 30 minutes you two were talking,and while doing so you could feel her glance full of lust on yourself.

at the end,lydia put her hand on your thigh. Her eyes were eerily cold,like that one of a psychopath,you could see her slight smirk that was making you feel quite uncomfortable and worried.

"You said you would do everything for me to keep you in my team,no?" she said with her raspy voice. "i want you to prove it."

she pulled her hands from your thigh to your waist,pulling you down on her lap. her hand slid down under your dress,as she felt your cold yet soft skin.

her face got closer to your neck,her nose faintly touching it. her warm breath was one of the many things you could feel at that moment. then,you felt her chapped lips making a contact with your neck,kissing it.

your breath hatched as you felt her lips. your eyes widened a little,looking down at the floor while your hands were pressing into the back of the couch to keep yourself steady. your heart is beating incredibly fast,you're scared .. nervous .. excited.

Yes,this is what you had dreamt of.. every lesson when you got to sit close to this incredible,yet creepy woman,you felt her masculine perfume .. you had seen her veiny hands that you wished were wrapped around your neck,which,in fact,is happening right now.

her cold and rough left hand is on your neck as she bites down on it. she smirks again,feeling the fast pulse of her student's.

you couldn't remember anything after that,but you were already on her soft,luxurious king sized bed with lydia in front of you,laying right at your legs and holding them open .. her chapped lips are kissing your left inner thigh,her blue eyes piercing into you ..

her teeth teasingly bit into your plush thigh,then pulling back and sitting up. her hands pulled you closer to her and she looked down at your most vulnerable parts covered by thin fabric. she smirked again,satisfied with what was happening.

The older woman's overly veiny hands grabbed your panties,slowly pulling them down to reveal your most vulnerable part. her twisted smirk widened as she licked her lips a little and looked into your eyes.

"Can't wait for it,hm?" she said with a dark chuckle.

she was right,you couldn't wait for it. You wanted to be her favourite,you wanted her to praise you,to aknowledge your hard work and for her to finally fuck you.

"Show me what you are willing to do,Y/N."

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Part 1 is here <3

this little fic will have 2 parts and the 2nd one will be the smut. i promise,i'll post it soon! i'm sorry for being so inactive,i didn't feel like writting at all.

hope you liked it. Stay hydrated,eat well,take care of yourselves and i hope you all have a great day/night !!

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Male Reader X Hela taking care of young kid Thor and Loki reader says "group hug" and Hela is in the middle saying she only tolerates them because of reader (she's lying she loves them)

Based on this https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFmb4ap9/

Little Loki hangs on Y/Ns leg…

Loki: I got your leg! I got your leg!

Little Thor tries to reach for Helas helmet…

Hela: no. Dont or I’ll tell Frigga

Y/N simply laughs…

Hela: what?

Y/N: nothing.

Hela: if you’re thinking I’d be a wonderful mother, you’re wrong.

Y/N: being there is half the job already (winks)

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Cate speaking about Carol (2015) in 2024 and saying it's still to this day one of her favorite experiences. Happy 9 years of Carol gays!

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Limits.

Dom!Lou miller x Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, dumbification, strap on?, daddy kink, age gap

A/N: I decided to write this in a first person point-of-view. Why? Don’t ask me.

Words: 1.8k

Ding!

The sound of my phone going off. Curiosity peaks, I pick up my phone, revealing who messaged me:

Incoming message from Lou💕:

Lou💕: “Hey baby, I’m out doing some errands, can you be dressed by the time I’m home?”

Oh? Why does she want me dressed? Maybe we’re going somewhere fancy? Surely not.. Surprisingly, going to places which require dressing up for are a rare occurrence.

I shoot a text back, giving a response to Lou’s message.

You: “Okay! Should I dress fancy?”

Lou💕: “Yes, you’ll see why once I’m home 😉”

I get up from my once cave-like spot in the king size bed, giving up the warmth of the bedsheets. The room is quite cold due to the crispness of the winter weather in late January.

Speed walking to the closet, I sift through a number of dresses; all of different colors, lengths, patterns, and materials.

a long sleeve dress was obviously the ethical choice given the weather, but a short, skintight dress seemed more ethical in my opinion. Who cares about being cold when id feel like the sexiest girl in the room?

My eyes land on a white satin dress. I don’t think I’ve ever worn this one. Where did I get it again? Maybe from high school prom.

Bleh. Prom. I always hated prom. And evidently, I only went that one time. Brian Richards, the boy I went with, he ended up being a huge duche.

Whatever.

I slip on the dress, and— oh my god. I could literally fuck myself. The dress, it hugs all my curves in all the right places. My collar bones stick out and I find that extremely sexy, and hopefully Lou will think the same.

Shoes.

Grab a pair of white heels. Not to tall, not too short.

My jewelry is dainty. a gold necklace with a small heart. So small in-fact, you can hardly see it. Large gold pearl earrings accompany the necklace.

I trot over to my vanity, gathering a few products: primer, concealer, blush, highlighter, mascara, and lipgloss. Simple, yet bold.

My hair lies in a simple half-up-half-down with, of course, a white bow in the back.

And, just as I get finished, I hear that familiar ding of my phone, notifying me that Lou must be here for me. I check my phone, and to my expectation, I see an incoming message from the older woman.

Incoming message from Lou💕:

Lou💕: “I’m here. Take your time, the reservation isn’t until 6:30.”

Smiling, I put my phone down and take a look in the mirror. Hopefully she likes it as much as I do.

I grab my small brown purse and take yet another look in the mirror, giving one last check before going out the door to greet my girlfriend.

Overall outfit:

I walk toward Lou’s sports car, the cold nipping me in the butt. Literally and figuratively. I sort of regret wearing a sleeveless dress, but whatever, I look amazing.

Lou unlocks the car door, and I enter the vehicle. She looks like she’d seen a ghost from how she was looking at me. Did I look that good?

Her eyes rake up my entire body, stopping at my lips. I smile, flattered and proud of myself that I indeed, do look that good.

“Where are we going?” I inquire, still having not been told why I had to get all dolled up. “Somewhere fancy.” Chuckles Lou, already having naughty thoughts.

She takes the initiative to reach her hand over and grasp onto my thigh. I squeak, not being prepared for her to touch me, but relax a few seconds later.

Some time goes by and I decide to take in what Lou herself is wearing:

She wears a black turtleneck top, a black leather jacket atop. Black skinny jeans, the type that hug her curves, or in reality, her ass, in the most perfect way.

In correlation with the rest of her outfit, she wears black heeled boots. And of course, in typical Lou fashion, her plethora of necklaces lay on top of her chest.

The car stops, and the older woman squeezes my thigh, silently letting me know she’s going to let go, and that we’ve arrived at the final destination.

“We’re here,” Lou says with a smirk. I look up and see a restaurant with a name I cannot even pronounce. At least without stuttering that is. The restaurant looked exclusive; like we weren’t allowed in. But, according to my girlfriend, we are.

We both get out of the car, and I immediately am reminded of how cold it is outside. Lou takes notice of my shivering, and ushers me inside of the restaurant.

The girl in the front greets Lou and I. “Hello, welcome to Novitá, do you have a reservation?”

Lou grabs her phone, pulling up a digital receipt. I didn’t even know that was a thing, but the world changes everyday, I suppose.

“Here,” Lou shows the girl the receipt, looking back at me with a smile.

“If it doesn’t work, my reservation should be under the name Lou Miller.”

She types in her name and smiles back, grabbing two menus. “This way,” we’re leaded to our table, which Lou previously reserved days before.

We both order our drinks, champagne for myself, whilst Lou opts for an ‘old fashioned’, or in other words, whiskey, sugar, and water.

She obviously has a stronger tolerance to alcohol than I do, because I could never handle the extreme burn of whiskey going down my throat. Other things maybe, but definitely not that.

The drinks arrive, and the girl from before, who, upon reading her name tag, appears to be Arabella.

She takes our orders, and apologizes for any delays, the restaurant appears to be quite busy. I look around and take note of the ‘noble looking’ people surrounding the table we’re sat at. We don’t look nearly as rich as them.

“Y/N? What do you want to order?” I’m snapped out of my trance by Lou and brought back into reality. I look at her, and back down at the menu that rests in my hands. ‘Gnocchi di Patate’. That sounds delicious. But wait, $34.99?? How is she getting all of this money?

I open my mouth after some time and tell the waitress what I want. She writes it down, and tells us it may be a while, and to enjoy our drinks.

“So,” Lou starts. She rubs her foot up my leg, making me squirm slightly at the feeling. “I thought you deserved a treat for being such a good girl.”

I look into her eyes. Completely blown out. I can’t help but the small smirk on my face, knowing all to well how this will end: with me bent over,screaming her name, her hand muffling the noise.

“Are you not gonna say anything? Daddy paid a lot of money for this, I think I deserve to at least hear your voice.” I look down, not being able to carry out the eye contact. She continues to rub my leg underneath the table. Good thing there’s a satin mat, covering the whole length of the table, down to the floor.

“I-“ words weren’t an option at this point. My mind is far too small at the moment to even comprehend anything else but the husky voice of the older woman across from me.

“What? Cats got your tongue?,” She starts, staring at me like she’s the predator and I’m her delicious little prey.

“,or are you just too dumb to use your words?” Continues Lou, sending me into a serene headspace. My mind is completely blank, besides the vision of the woman across from me.

TIME SKIP

We finish up with our food, no words being exchanged between Lou and I. Just her speaking to me. Telling me that she thinks I’m beautiful, though some ways more appropriate than others.

The check arrives and she pulls out her platinum card, swiping it. I can’t help but feel bad that she spent that much on me, between the cost of my drink, and the food.

“You ready?” She inquired.

“Mhm.”

I appear to be shy, but in reality, I’m extremely horny. She’s been teasing me all night, and I just know that there’s more in store. If not at home, she’s likely to get impatient and do her business in the car.

Buckling into the car seat, she revs up the engine. I look up at her, smiling innocently with my signature doe eyes. Unlike my own, her eyes are completely blown out. She’s more that ready to pounce when given the chance. Pounce being her having her way with me; not that I’d have a problem with that.

Lou’s hand once again finds its spot on my thigh, where it remains for the duration of the car ride, occasionally feeling a squeeze every now and then.

“I really don’t like how quiet you’re being,” Lou confronts, the once silent car ride no longer.

“What’s wrong?”

Silence.

I just can’t get any words out. Even if I were to try, the only thing that’ll come out is a string of whimpers and sounds. Words just aren’t an option at this moment.

Then, the whirring of the car’s engine stops, Her key taken out of the fob. Lou turns to me, hands still on my body.

“Baby. Did I do something? Daddy would feel terrible if she hurt her baby.” Her hands wander up my legs, stopping at the end of my dress.

Soft hands caress my calf, smiling as she knows what she’s doing.

“Lou.. not in the car…” I say in an extremely small voice, the headspace Lou has created for me completely taking over my mind.

“Fine,” she opens the car door, walking to my side, opening the door for me. “Inside. I want you on the bed, stripped.” The older woman said in her husky voice.

Once we made it up to her apartment, she unlocked the door, and I made a b-line to the bedroom.

Taking one last look in the mirror, I slip off my dress and take off my shoes, revealing a matching white lingerie set:

Climbing on top of Lou’s bed, I wait patiently for her return.

“I guess you are a good girl then,” Lou says, the door slowly creeping open. “, and I see you’re wearing my present.”

Lou bought me this set a while back to celebrate her and Debbie’s successful heist. I’ve never been a huge fan of her job, but she enjoys it, so I can’t see a problem with that.

Slow steps, excruciatingly slow, inch their way toward me. “Nothing to say, huh?” Now crawling on top of me, I can’t help but let out a small whine.

Lou chuckles at my pathetic sound, enjoying the power she has against me and my body.

“You know,” The older woman starts, huskily. “I wish I could get you to tell me what’s up.”I want to speak; say something, anything, but I know the only thing that would come out is my silent pleas, and a string of cries.

She scoffs at my silence. My eyes are burning from the tears that threaten to fall, my mind and body so sexually frustrated. “I suppose we’re going to have to do this the hard way.”

[inlovewithgreta]

Throne — Hela x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hela loved her newly claimed throne, but she loved bending you over it even more.

Warnings: degradation, praise, strap-on use (r receiving), semi-public sex, maybe some slight breath play?, deep throating, cum filled strap

Word Count: 1.4k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover

A/N: Apologies for my absence!! I basically live at work, but luckily the holidays are almost over and I'll have more time to write! Tysm for being so patient with me! <3

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

"Kneel before your Queen," Her low lustrous voice purred in your ear.

Knees were met with the cold floor of the empty throne room without hesitation. The tall raven haired woman stared down at you with a proud smirk.

"Look at you so eagerly falling to your knees like a needy little slut."

The woman circled slowly behind you, like a lion stalking its prey. But this lion was different. This lion had a strap-on attached to its waist.

Hela knew how much you loved it when she fucked you with it. She knew the pleasure you got from it, as the loud moans falling past your lips constantly play on repeat in her head.

And it even helped that she could feel the pleasure herself. Each time she bottomed you out, the dildo would put pressure on her clit and it was the most sensational feeling.

You gulped when the ravenette stopped in front of you, her long thick cock only mere inches from your face. A long manicured finger landed under your chin, tilting your head up so the woman could lock her eyes with yours.

"Suck me off."

You licked your lips with a subtle nod to your head, not daring to waste a single second or keep the woman standing dominantly in front of you waiting.

"Anything for you, my queen."

Her wicked smirk only deepened at not only the words that came from you, but the way you so eagerly wrapped your lips around her cock without an ounce of hesitation.

Her dark manicured fingers dipped through your luscious locks, and curled to get a firm grip against your scalp. The quiet moan that was muffled by the nearly full cock in your mouth only urged her to push your head forward.

Tears threatened to fall, burning your eyes with their saltiness and blurring your gaze as Hela held you still against her.

"Such a good little whore, taking all of my cock in your mouth so happily for me.." she cooed. "I'm so proud of you."

You held yourself together, pushing yourself to not gag with how deep the woman had you suck, but she knew when to let up when your breathing grew heavy. You knew to breathe through your nose and relax your throat but that wasn't always enough.

Slobber coated her length as she allowed you to finally take her out of your mouth, but only momentarily before she brought you back in. The hands wrapped in your hair guided your head, much slower this time so her eyes can watch more clearly as she looked down at you with fire in her eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of this.. watching you take me like the filthy slut that you are. You like this, don't you?"

Your 'mhm' was muffled, and Hela stood proud as she watched you suck her off, but the next look that you gave her... the one where you gaze up at her with doe-eyes, a mix of both lust and innocence had her grunting and pulling your hair.

That same look you gave her when you two first met, the same look that you knew drove her crazy and mad with desperation to fuck it off of you.

"Is this what you want?" She asked, forcing you to turn away from her with her strong grip, "To be treated like my own personal fucktoy?"

"Yes.." you let out a small whine when coldness suddenly hit your chest as Hela bent you over her newly claimed throne. "I'm yours, my queen. All yours. Use me. Fuck me. Destroy me."

The ravenette pushed you roughly down, smirking to herself as she admired your bent over figure. Nails dragged down your spine, causing your back to slightly arch and your ass to lift higher in the air.

"Such a naughty little thing," she admitted with a sharp smack to your ass. "If only people knew how much of a whore you really were. Always so eager to submit to me. So eager to let me fuck you senseless. Isn't that right?"

You couldn't help but mumble under your breath as the tip of her cock slid between your legs, gathering your slick at a teasingly slow rate. She held you still with one hand to your waist while the other held your head down, the coldness that only your chest felt had now appeared on your cheek.

"Don't get all quiet on me now, pet. I want to hear everything that comes out of that pretty little mouth while I fuck you."

A loud cry reverberated off the barely decorated walls of the grand throne room when the queen slammed her hips forward, completely bottoming you out in a matter of seconds.

Your walls fluttered around her length, the feeling of your walls stretching for her was almost more than you could handle. She was bigger this time, longer, and she gave you little time to get used to it.

"Jesus— fuck!" Her hips drew back for a mere second, only to forcefully make their way forward, skin slapping against skin roughly as she pounded into you.

Her eyes were trained on the strap between her legs, watching with her bottom lip between her teeth as her cock disappeared fully into your cunt, only to come back out full of your slick.

Hela grunted expletive after expletive with her deeply rich voice, admiring the way her cock fully disappeared inside of you. Whimpers matched her relentless thrusts.

"You look so divine like this, darling. Bent over my throne, and taking my cock so well like a good little slut."

Hela couldn't help but get off at the sinful moan that escaped your lips as her nails dug into your scalp to grab a handful of hair and tug at it to lift your head from the cold seat. You could just barely see your reflection in the throne as you looked straight ahead of you.

Eyes heavily hooded, hair pulled back in a tangled mess, and Hela behind you with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and her chest heaving.

"Enjoying the show?" You caught her smirk before her hand gave the cheek of your ass a sharp smack.

Hela was clearly enjoying herself. She was in her own version of heaven. If she could do this every day, and lord did she want to, she would.

"Mhm," you leisurely moaned. Although you attempted to nod your head, you were unsuccessful with the strong grip Hela had onto you. "S-so...close.."

"Come for me, slut." A sharp spank to your ass jolted you forward. Hela herself could feel her own release about to snap as the wet sounds from your cunt and your moans playing like music in her ears was almost more than enough for her.

Breathy moans fell past your lips and stars filled your eyes as you came with shaky legs. The queen fucking you kept up her rough motions as you cried out from your orgasm, allowing you to ride it out as long as you possibly could.

Warmth flooded your insides as her strap filled your cunt with her own come. Hela couldn't help but gaze down at the mess in front of her and the way your pussy couldn't hold her come that now dripped down your inner thighs.

"Now that just won't do, princess." The queen tutted, before slowly pulling out of your used hole. You shuddered as she pulled away from you, suddenly missing her closeness.

Hela swiftly discarded her strap, not caring where it was tossed as she was too focused on you and your dripping hole. Your legs were still shaking as she sank to her knees behind you.

Cold fingers dragged up your thigh, leaving bits of goosebumps in their wake to litter your smooth skin. "Such a pretty little pussy," she cooed, before collecting your release and shoving a finger in her mouth.

You heard a faint sucking sound from behind you and dared to look, only to be met with Hela licking ravenously on her slender finger like it was the most delectable taste that she's ever come across.

"So sweet too.." She caught a glimpse of your reddened cheeks and the beads of sweat along your forehead and smirked to herself. "And all for me," she hummed.

"All for you, my love." You lazily smiled at her.

It was always a joy to see you like this. That just-fucked look on your face with your hooded eyelids and cheeks the deepest crimson she's ever seen always had her aching for more. But, today she had some self restraint.

At least for now.

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