#therese and carol

[sharmenthelword]

[blackacre13]

Can we have some top!carol & bottom!therese smut where Therese is playing a song for Carol on the piano and Carol comes up behind her and fucks her right on the piano bench?

“That’s beautiful,” Carol murmured, her hands settling on Therese’s shoulders as she closed her eyes listening to the soft piano melody flowing through the room.

“That’s familiar,” the brunette smiled, proud of herself that Carol’s hands on her shoulders now seemed comfortable and loving, no bolt of sudden shock rippling through her arms and neck like they once had. Now this was a combo occurrence as Therese liked to play for at least a half an hour every day. Carol often liked to watch, leaning against the wall, admiring the younger woman from afar or sitting on the bench beside her, watching the motion of Therese’s fingers. Sometimes, she merely listened. Curling up on the couch with a book or merely sitting in a state of almost-meditation as she let the notes waft through the air, her shoulders gently swaying.

“You’re beautiful,” the blonde whispered, her hands continuing to trail down There’s shoulders and towards her chest, fingers softly dipping behind the fabric of Therese’s sweater.

“I’m nothing compared to you,” Therese chuckled, shaking her head, the notes continuing but growing softer and lighter.

Carol’s hands slid out of her sweater and snaked down her arms, stopping on top of the brunette’s hands, holding them still against the keys, the final notes vibrating in the air, Therese’s body vibrating against her.

“Am I allowed to distract you, dearest?” Carol asked, her lips trailing down down the brunette’s neck, to her shoulder as Therese let out a soft sigh. “You’re being too hard on yourself with this piece. There’s no concerto to prepare for, love. Just your sweet music in the air and you know I already think you are perfection.”

“Carol,” Therese chuckled lightly. “I’ve still got ten more minutes.”

“Who’s keeping tabs?” 

“Me,” Therese grinned.

“Let me finger you now and you can finger those keys all you want while I make dinner.”

“Carol!” Therese, hissed, her hands fumbling as the keys made an awkward, rippled sound as they fell messily across the keys.

“You don’t even have to move,” Carol murmured, one hand slipping from Therese’s own and falling to the brunette’s thigh before sliding up and under her skirt, ghosting towards the cotton of her underwear. She started to rub slow circles against the fabric of the panties, Therese closing her eyes as her head fell back against Carol’s chest. “Doesn’t this feel nice, darling? Don’t you want more of this?”

“I—Carol I—“

“Mm?”

“I’m out of excuses,” Therese squeaked, letting her own hands fall, trying to reach behind her to touch any part of Carol she could grab without seeing her. Hips. Thighs. Belly.

“So wet for me already,” Carol purred, Therese starting to teeter on the piano bench trying to seek more friction, the fabric still in the way of what she really wanted from Carol. “Tell me, dearest. What would you have me do?”

“I—I want you.”

“You have me.”

“I want you,” Therese swallowed. “Inside me.”

“Like this?” Carol hissed, her fingers disappearing behind the fabric of Therese’s underwear completely, dragging along her slit as Therese whined, up and down and up and down, Therese starting to get visibly agitated as she let out a grumble only for Carol to plunge her fingers deep, Therese letting out a moan as Carol pushed inside, starting to pump in and out.

“Oh god, Carol,” Therese exhaled, her hands balling into fists against the bench. “Please, baby. Please. Let me.”

“You’ll be good for me if I let you?” Carol smirked against Therese’s cheek. “You’ll do whatever I ask?”

“Anything, Carol,” Therese gasped. “Please—please let me—Fuck!” Therese gasped, falling over the edge suddenly, Carol’s fingers still inside her as she pulsed around her, her chest falling forward towards the keys.

“You’re so good for me, dearest,” Carol purred. “So beautiful. And as much as I love how you play—this is what’s music to my ears. Those pretty sounds you make for me.”

[carol-cigarettes-furcoats]

Carol [seductively] saying Therese’s name 

[wendytorr4nce]

the loneliness of being queer

to quote trixie mattel: gay people are so broken

[mirandys]

CAROL (2015) dir. Todd Haynes THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA (2006) dir. David Frankel

[misandriste]

CAROL 2015, dir. Todd Haynes

[jeniferprince]

I took what you gave willingly.

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[mariannekhalil]

it’s carol season

[gena-rowlands]

... because i just take everything and i don't know anything.

[blackacre13]

I’m many of your recent Belivaird fics Carol and Therese are engaged so I was wondering if you could do a fic with how you imagine that proposal happening? (My headcanon is that Carol was the one to propose but I can also totally see Therese doing it so you can do whoever feels right for you haha)

“You’re a star for doing this, love,” Carol beamed, turning to Therese who was sitting in the passenger seat of the car trying and failing not to glower at the windshield in front of her.

“I’m doing this for you, not Abby,” the brunette reminded her.

“Oh, hush,” the blonde laughed. “Don’t act like that. It’s no secret you and Abby are the best of friends these days. If anything, I should be upset that she’s replacing me. Should’ve known she’d end up liking my f-girlfriend more than me.”

They both caught the slip in speech, locking eyes for only a moment before the younger woman’s cheeks starting burning and she looked down at her lap.

“You promise you’ll come check on me at lunch? I don’t know anything about selling furniture.”

“I promise, sweet. And you don’t have to. Just explain your covering for the owners and take down any interested customers or questions. Abby and I will patch things over with them next week. We just need a body.”

“A body?” Therese snorted.

“A very cute body,” Carol amended. “A beautiful woman. With the sweetest smile. To bring in shoppers from far and near.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Therese rolled her eyes, reaching for the door handle.

“Dearest?”

“Mm?”

Carol’s blue eyes danced and sparkled mischievously in the sun, her lip caught in a smirk.

“Wouldn’t you like a parting kiss?” She teased, leaning over towards the brunette.

Therese melted against the blonde, letting their lips softly meet as she sighed into it.

“I love you,” Therese whispered softly, resting her forehead against the blonde’s.

“Not as much as I love you, dearest,” Carol murmured, stroking Therese’s cheek with the back of her hand. “Now go. Before we get too distracted.”

A few stolen kisses later, from teasing and procrastination on each side, Therese was gone in the shop and Carol was turning the corner, discretely parking only a block or so away where Abby was meeting her in a diner.

The blonde slid into their favorite booth, Abby already waiting, cigarette in hand and coffee untouched in front of her.

“I did it again,” Carol admitted, blushing as she sat. She slid Abby’s coffee in front of her as Abby rolled her eyes, but allowed her to take a sip, offering her a drag of her own cigarette next.

“If you would just go ahead and get it over with, the next time it happens, it wouldn’t be a mistake. You’re going to get caught, nitwit.”

“I can’t help it, Abby,” Carol sighed dreamily. “I love her. I want her to be mine. My everything. My always. My—“

“We get it,” Abby huffed, but she was smiling. Truly proud of and happy for her friend. “But you need to actually propose first. You can’t just declare her as your wife you know.”

“I can hardly sit still,” Carol whined. “Do you have it? Let me see it again.”

“No, I forgot it,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And what? You think the setting will change? The band will turn from gold to silver? It looks the same as when you bought it and every time you’ve looked at it after that.”

“Abby,” Carol exhaled. “Give it.”

“Here,” the other woman sighed, pressing the green velvet box into Carol’s waiting hand.

Carol shifted the small box from one hand to the other. Peeking into it carefully like something might pop out and bite her.

“She will say yes, won’t she?” Carol asked.

“Of course,” Abby promised. “I have no doubt.”

As planned, an antsy Carol helped Abby around town as she did some last minute Christmas shopping, the box feeling heavy in her coat pocket, burning a hole in the material. She wanted Therese to see it. She needed to see her face. Needed to see it on her dainty little hand.

After what felt like eons, Abby declared it was lunch time and Carol was ready to book it back ti the furniture shop, almost forgetting the lunch she was bringing as her ploy for dropping by.

“Carol!” Abby called out, propping her sunglasses on her forehead. “I’m so happy for you. Both of you.”

“She hasn’t said yes, yet!” Carol threw back, her hands clammy with anxiety and excitement.

“She’s never been able to say no to you,” Abby smiled. “Go get your girl.”

Carol took a deep breath as she opened the door to the shop, the bells chiming softly overhead as she entered. Therese was leaning against the front counter, elbows on the glass, busy doodling something in the margins of the receipt notebook.

“I was wondering if you might help me with something,” Carol smiled shyly, approaching Therese as the brunette raised her face to meet Carol’s own.

“Very funny,” Therese laughed. “Looking for a doll? I’m afraid we’re all out. Bright Betsy, was it?”

“I had something else in mind actually,” Carol waved her hand. She dug through her purse, acting like she was looking for her cigarettes.

“I won’t bother telling you that you’re not supposed to smoke in here since, you know, this is your own store and all,” the brunette grinned. “Did you bring me lunch at least before you light up?”

“Hold these for me for a moment, won’t you darling?” Carol asked, slipping off her gloves and putting them down on the counter. She rummaged through her purse again, using the activity to take a deep breath and steady herself before she put the small velvet box on top of the gloves.

“Um. Carol.”

“Left it too long,” the blonde smiled, eyes practically glowing. “Go ahead. I’d love to know what you think.”

“Carol, I—“

“Therese Belivet,” Carol murmured, her voice deep velvet. “What do you do on Sundays?”

Therese was staring at her blankly with wide eyes as the blonde opened the velvet box for her, the simple but stunning diamond ring glimmering between them. “I thought perhaps, you might like to marry me?”

[carol-cigarettes-furcoats]

[waynaedr]

has anyone noticed before how Carol hungrily...bites...Therese? and Therese is insanely overwhelmed with feelings, so much so that she can't kiss Carol back, she's choking.

such passion, pure feelings.

this film is not just about love between women, this film is about true love, which you rarely see, but thanks to art there is hope that this will happen to you too...

"I took what you gave willingly."

[annoyinglydeafeningmentality]

[ioversonfilm]

cate blanchett on falling in love // carol 2015

[spiderliliez]

Therese and Eileen, hopelessly smitten ❤️‍🔥 Scenes from the films, CAROL and EILEEN

[+] LGBTQ 🏳️‍🌈 [+] ..more on “CAROL” 🌹 [+] ..more on “EILEEN” 🌹

[seaoflittlefires]

me on a random evening: should I just edit that one picture so it looks like they’re cuddling?