#lorraine broughton x reader

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Lorraine Broughton x fem reader)

[Warnings - GIP, oral, fingering, blowjobs, PNV sex, rough sex, passionate sex, praising, creampies]

“Why are you following me, little spy?” Lorraine husked out with a smirk, sitting at the bar with a drink to her lips as she eyed you from the corner of her eye. You froze. Shit. We’re you really that bad at being subtle? You blushed, making your way over to sit with her, shaking your head, “I-I was simply curious, that’s all.” She just nodded with a hum of response, “Is that why you’ve been following me, curiosity?” She chuckled, “You know what they say about how curiosity-“ You cut her off next, gently snagging her drink from her to take a sip as you watched her eyes darken from your lips to the glass, “Killed the cat? Are you gonna kill me?” You teased her.

She shook her head with a small smile, “No, no, little spy, I’m not going to kill you.” She spoke out as she leaned forward, caressing your jawline with her finger, “I’d be such a waste of such a pretty face.” She purred out, it made you shiver. The way she was looking at you, eyes darkened as they switched from your lips to your eyes, observing you, you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her, which she took gladly, her lips soft and delicate to yours but a dominance behind them she showed into her passion before she stood up, placing her hands on your hips as she spoke, “Let’s go, your coming with me, little spy.” She smiled as she pulled you up, her voice softer in your ear, teasing, “Look who’s got who now…”

You just shuttered and walked when she pushed you gently forward. She led you out of the bar and into a taxi, her hand rubbing your thigh the whole way, inching up just enough to tease you at certain intervals. It was torture, and she was living for it. Teasing you until you reached her hotel room, shoving you in as she slammed the door before shoving you up against it in a searing kiss. You didn’t have the chance to even catch your bearings as she shoved her knee between your thighs, a arm across your chest to pin you as she attacked your neck with kisses and marks. All you could do was go along with her movements unless you wanted to fight her for it, moaning as she threw you onto the bed, immediately straddling you to rip off your clothes, ripping your fishnets and throwing the rest to the floor.

“Fuck, your gorgeous.” She husked out as she ran her hands over your breasts, squeezing before sliding her hands down to your thighs, pulling them so your core was flush with her bulge in her tight leather pants straining to keep her inside. She wiggled her hips against yours, “Feel that, little spy, is that what you expected from me?” You shook your head quickly with a whimper, trying to reach up to touch her but she pinned your hands down, her face ghosting over yours, “Be a good girl for me.” You whined but nodded as she worked her pants undone with her free hand, she didn’t even take much time before she was pushing inside you, making you both moan as she thrusted deep.

Your moans echoed out through the room and apparently Lorraine could multitask well because you noticed she was now fully naked, hands on your hips as she held you tight, thrusting her hips into yours with vigor, her moans husky and deep as she panted and groaned from how tight you felt around her cock, “Good fucking girl… God, Ugh… you must have been made for my cock, huh?” She mocked you as she rammed her hips into yours, making you cry out and arch up as she started to grind against you, her lips meeting yours as her hands danced over your skin, it was all so much, “Fuck… Ah fuck, gonna cum, do you need me to pull out?” She grunted out as she held you still, her hips twitching to buck harder inside you so she could cum. You looked up at her with a soft moan at the idea, pulling her down for a passionate kiss that made her cock throb as you nodded,

“Cum in me.” That alone made Lorraine whine against your lips with a growl before she was pounding into you with a new passion, all you could do was let out cries and whines from the way you felt her cock stretching and filling you with each thrust, hitting your sweet spot each time before Lorriane was moaning out lowly, bucking her hips roughly into yours before you felt her twitch inside you, her cum spilling inside you as she trembled above you, moaning, her eyes closing for a moment as she rested her hand on your neck in a show of dominance, catching her breath before she spoke, “I’m gonna have to keep you close little spy, can’t have you running off.”

#charlize theron #atomic blonde #lorraine broughton #lorraine broughton x reader

[drkmgs]

Feel free to ignore ,but if you Clare taking request for Lorraine (Atomic blonde ) / X reader who is sort of like James Bond and they're "dating" meet up in secret in between missions. Reader doesn't get killed like the guy at the beginning of the move . Thanq

I have my ways.

Lorraine Broughton x Reader !Spy!

Warning: fluff-angst, mentioned sex and alcohol

Stroy type: One shot

Anon, thank you for this request! I was thinking of writing about Lorraine but wasn't sure where I should go with the story, but this one is gooooood. I have changed the timeline here. Instead of 1989, our timeline will be 2023.

Vienna International Airport.

Your motorcycle was parked on the opposite side of the building, waiting for an all to familiar blonde to exit the premises. As soon as you spotted her, you took a couple of images as she entered a cab. The cab stood still for a minute and then drove away. You packed your camera, unhooked your leaning bike, and drove off to follow them.

Not even two minutes passed, and you are already driving beside them. Now the passenger inside doesn't recognize you because of your tinted black helmet. You turn your head to look at her. Bruises and a black eye are what you saw. Probably from her recent mission. You turn back your head in the direction you were driving, speeding ahead, and take a sharp left, leaving the highway.

Lorraine Broughton just finished one of her biggest missions and has requested a time-out for a while. Healing bruises, broken bones, and a black eye would be at its best if she isn't working on another mission. Lorraine felt watched and followed. She had a feeling it could be you or she hoped it was you, but she knew those thoughts were ridiculous.

Lorraine isn't afraid of love but as idiotic as its sounds — she's afraid to lose you, like how she lost her past lovers.

Meeting up secretly before or right after missions were one of the best things she could have suggested. Both of you made each other foget how insane, inhumane and gruesome both of your job is. Sure, the mind-blowing sex and alcohol would be one of the reasons, but just the company of each other made things less painful and lonely.

Now, meeting up secretly is kinda a game for both of you. It's like hide and seek. One of you will probably have to go under radars because of your jobs, so the other one must find the other, and lately, you haven't made it easy for Lorraine to find you. She looked everywhere, and nothing was found, not even a single hair of you. Presuming that she doesn't know you well enough, she would've assumed you were dead, but that's not the case.

She knew the moment she laid eyes on you, you were different. You had these survival instincts in you that you just had to kill anyone who got in your way, so she shouldn't worry about you.

Lorraine has arrived in her hotel. The first thing she did was request two buckets of ice and fill the bathtub with it and water. She emerged herself in the old bath. It stung her skin, but her muscles relaxed, and it helped with the swelling of all her bruises. The alcohol, that's her liquid painkillers. When she had enough, she got out of the bathtub and wrapped the robe around her.

As soon as she got out of the bathroom, someone grabbed her arm, spun her around, and pinned against the wall. She was about to pounce back when a far too familiar voice whispered into her ear.

"It's me. Relax." Your hot breath against her ears made her exhale and relaxed into your touch.

You turned her around to face you, but you still had her pinned against the wall. Faces inches away from each other, you check out her face that was covered with bruises and a black eye. You raise an eye brow at her. She's awfully quiet, not in that she's a talkative person, but her eyes — they weren't as loud as they were before.

"What's wrong? Was it a bad idea to surprise you?" You say and stare into her eyes, waiting for it to light up, to sparkle.

Instead, she looked at you from head to toe. All in black — Black leather jacket, black turtle neck, black jeans, black combat shoes, and a black bandana tied to your jeans, which was new to her.

"You have been following me." She says stone cold.

You loosened your grip on her arm and bounced off the wall to turn to the counter where the vodka you brought for her was sitting. You scooped the remaining ice from the bucket, dropped them in a glass, and poured vodka in. Lorraine just watched you do all that, and you turned handing the stoli on ice you made.

She gladly took it, the rim of the glass was almost touching her lips, when she spoke up.

"How did you find me?" She asked and drank the chilled alcohol.

"I have my ways." You shrugged and turned back to pouring yourself a glass of vodka.

"You sure, always do." She slowly made her way to you, sliding and wrapping her arms around your waist, leaning her head against your back. Inhaling your scent, Lorraine could feel how her mind shuts off and her muscles relaxed.

You let her, it is the first time that both of you didn't think about pleasure and climax but rather just hold each other. You drank your glass empty, placing it back on the counter. You took Lorraine's glass and placed it beside yours.

You turned around in her arms, leaned against the counter, and let her lean against your chest. She didn't protest and snuggled into your neck, exhaling, and you wrapped your arms around her, gently rubbing and petting her.

"I couldn't find you." Lorraine confessed in a whisper, embarrassed for her failure to find you.

"Good. That's the purpose, but you, on the other hand, was easy to locate. I have been watching you. I never knew you had a thing for french ladies." You stopped moving as you felt her stiffen in your arms and her embrace loosened. You smirked and scoffed. You turned around to pour another glass of vodka and dawned it.

"Hm. I should've started with a condolence, but I think that doesn't matter anymore, right? The way you hugged me, it indicates that you've already forgotten about her." You hissed at the taste of the alcohol.

You sighed and sat in one of the armchairs. You stared at Lorraine, who froze in her spot, the wheels in her mind turning wildly.

"Lorraine... Lorraine!" First, you called her softly when she didn't move. You called again, but this time with more power in your voice, which snapped her head towards you.

"Y/N... " Her voice wasn't like any near of the spy Lorraine, you knew. This Lorraine Broughton in front of you is guilty for her actions.

Even in the dark, you could see her eyes full of regret and pain. She just realized what could cost her actions. LaSalle wasn't in her mission. They just stumbled upon each other at the bar, and things got heated that ended up in her bed. She was also mourning the guy before LaSalle and you. You didn't have to know that, she thought.

"The guy who was killed by the KGB. He was one of your past lover, right? Or maybe he was the one, and LaSalle and I were your lovers." But of course, you already knew that. At this point, Lorraine's brain is emotionally melting. It's clear she didn't lose you to death, but because of her actions, she might lose you too or that's what's her brain is saying.

"I don't know if I made it clear in the past when I made you cum all night and you were so fucked that you couldn't even hold a water bottle. I swore I told you I don't like sharing what is mine." You stood up from the armchair and slowly approached Lorraine.

You stopped, right in front of her. Staring down at her, you couldn't help but crack out of your serious demeanor.

"Oh baby. I'm sorry. Did I take too far?" You cupped her face and made her look at you. That's when she realized you were just playing with her and exhaling all the air that was trapped inside her lungs. Even her legs almost gave up that she needed to hold onto you.

"You're such a dick. Unbelievable." She spat back at you.

"You honestly believe that I would be bothered by two dead lovers of yours?" You say, bringing her back into an embrace.

"I don't know. I never know what happens in that sick brain of yours." She says, snuggling back into your neck, leaving open mouth kisses.

"Oh... are we doing that now?... I thought we could talk and catch up on things? No? okay." She stared at you like she's about to throw you against the wall. You picked her up as she wrapped her legs around your waist.

"God, I love you." She says and attacks your lips.

"I love you too." You managed to mumble in between her attacks.

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[sawyerconfort]

enjoy the silence | lorraine broughton x fem! reader

I am back! Finally, I hope you didn't mind my disappearance. I decided to take a little break from the stories because I felt like I really needed to rest, and I was running out of creativity. I also went traveling this weekend and didn't have time to write as I had planned, but anyway, I'm back and that's what matters!

As I said in the previous post, I will be focusing this week on writing multifandom oneshots, and maybe an ask or two will be answered over the weekend, so those of you who sent in asks, please be patient with me, as always!

Well, taking into account the lack of stories about her, and taking into account that in the last few weeks I gained a boost of obsession with Charlize Theron, let's do a oneshot with Lorraine!

This is fem!reader, but if you feel comfortable adjusting your pronouns in it as you read, feel free!

Enjoy!

Requests open!

*Atomic Blonde is such a badass movie, oh gosh, I can't!*

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Premise: As you tend to Lorraine's wounds, some things become crystal clear between you. Things that had apparently been kept secret for a long time…

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You were used to being alone after all the other male members left. It was your most precious moment of peace, when none of them were making fun of you or making sexual comments about you. It was the only time, as one of the top MI6 officials, when you could be silent, focusing on things other than missions, The List or anything else that risked your life.

Turns out that night, it was different. You were concentrating on an electrifying chapter of your science fiction book, when you heard the door slamming loudly. A low, whispered curse and you turned, taking the book out of your eyes to look at who it was.

The thing is, you never took the time to talk to her personally and properly. Lorraine Broughton was one of MI6's most gifted and well-known spies, and newcomers joked that she had been with them since their beginnings in the Stone Age.

Someone of extreme importance like Lorraine apparently didn't have time to listen to your bullshit.

Your eyes met and she took off the black collar that covered her mouth, her platinum hair giving extreme emphasis to her scarred face.

"Good evening, agent (Y\LN), I thought there was no one here."

Hell, she knew your last name! How was that possible?

"I was just leaving, Lorraine, don't worry," you said, trying to sound at least reasonable so as not to cause a fuss with her. But then, as soon as you got up, you noticed her ripped pants, a hideous trickle of blood running down one part of her leg, and her face streaked with red streaks and very swollen.

She looked back at you, the weight of those pale eyes taking over you, and then, your voice was categorical, hoping she wasn't going to dump your ass, not this time.

"Need some help tending to those wounds? They look pretty bad…"

She looked at you, and with the same restful face, she shook her head. "Don't waste your time, I'm fine. It happens all the time."

"Lorraine, your leg is bleeding. We better look into this."

"Don't worry, (Y\N), go home, I can take care of myself."

You chuckled, already being aware of her stubbornness. Lorraine was good when she wanted to outsmart someone in an interrogation, especially the guys in the company, but you weren't interrogating her this time, so she didn't have to act so defensive.

Deciding not to let her go without tending to her wounds, you hurried out and opened one of the cupboards in the cold, dark corridor of the office. The sound of the creaking door obviously got Lorraine's attention because everything was extremely loud in that dark office. Grabbing a first-aid kit, which was only used in emergencies by high-ranking men, you pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit down.

"I already told you I'm fine, (Y\N), I can take ca-"

"Sit down, please." You didn't mean to sound domineering, but it was unavoidable.

Lorraine rolled her eyes and sat up, legs spread, not intending to cross them. She wasn't going to make the job easy for you, but of course it wasn't a problem anymore. You opened the first aid kit and took out some gauze, cotton and bandages.

"Please, let's not turn this whole thing into a moment of silence, if you want, tell me how you managed the feat of getting all screwed up…", you said, gently swiping the cotton wool over her eyes and lips. , cleaning the blood.

Lorraine gasped and pressed her lips together, feeling the pain of the contact. "Are you sure you work for a spy team, (Y\N)?" You rolled your eyes as she took a deep breath. "It was a chase. Several guys shooting. One of them threw me on the glass table and I ended up cutting myself… not new to me, really."

You continued to gently dab cotton and gauze over the bruises, and her clear, intimidating eyes never left her face as you did so. It was even uncomfortable to look at, such beauty, staring back at you as if it were something normal.

"And how are the guys doing?" you asked curiously, determined to keep her distracted - and to keep you distracted too.

"Dead, I guess. It's not news to me either, they would keep chasing me if they lived and I needed to get rid of them to save my skin…"

You nodded, at the same time that you bent down to get some ointment from the first aid kit and began to run your fingers along Lorraine's injured leg, the blood still very fresh where the glass had probably been stuck. She's lucky she didn't hemorrhage, you thought absently.

"Is that really necessary?!", Lorraine exclaimed, pulling you out of her thoughts, her voice very firm and a hiss of discomfort escaping her lips.

"Unless you want to catch a bacteria, maybe," you replied in the same tone. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, okay, you call the shots," she snapped. "Look, it's actually really weird that we've never crossed paths, (Y\N), you seem to know what you're doing."

You nodded, getting up, closing the ointment and putting it back in the first aid kit, as you sat on the edge of Lorraine's chair, her legs keeping your body steady.

"It's hard to come across an agent that the boys keep like a precious jewel inside a password safe…"

She laughed again, and only then did you stop to notice that her smile was beautiful. Your heart missed a beat, but you didn't know if it was envy or some much deeper feeling… And before you knew it, you pushed those thoughts away, afraid of the answer.

Whatever the case, Lorraine Broughton was not the type of person you thought was ideal for the type of person you were. Not as friendship. You could only support yourself within the walls of offices, and despite being called an agent, you were afraid to even fly a plane.

"Is it over yet?", she woke you up from your thoughts again, looking at you with a playful smile. "Yeah, it wasn't so bad after all."

"Yeah, but that's because the bad part starts now!", you said, holding the bandages, which were those children's animal bandages. "You can choose between the giraffe bandages, or the flower bandages, you call the shots, Lorraine."

The smile faltered on your lips as she frowned, clearly confused and uncomfortable, not sure if it was a joke or not.

"Seriously?" she said in disbelief. "Who let the guys buy this?"

You shrugged. "Make a choice, Lorraine."

"I'd rather go without bandages."

"Ah, come on! You're going to make a childhood dream come true! Your inner child is crying out for it, go ahead, choose one!"

"Okay, the giraffe one then.", Lorraine said, in a monotone voice, as if she knew she would regret it the moment she left the office and walked down the street. You laughed, calmly sticking the bandages on her wounds and caressing the skin with your fingers, to fix them better.

That took Lorraine by surprise. Until then, she hadn't known that she could feel that same electricity from a simple touch. She looked back at you, and allowed herself to relax as you finished gluing them all together. At the end, you noticed her look and bit your lip, also caught off guard, completely embarrassed.

"You're free, Lorraine. Now you can even take off the bandages while I'm not looking, I know you're going to do that…", you said, joking, just to ease the tension. But it didn't help much.

Her eyes were too bright in the dim light, and that perfect, even bruised face that looked as if it had been sculpted by angels only made it worse. You were extremely tense and nervous around her, and not in your best dreams, did you imagine that you would feel this way with Lorraine, when you saw her.

"Thank you, (Y\N). And I'm sorry, I think I've been quite rude to you in the meantime, you just wanted to help me get better."

"I don't mind, I'm used to agents' patience…", you laughed again. And he got up, going to put the suitcase back in the closet and close it properly, so that none of the others would notice that you had even touched it.

Lorraine was still staring at you when you looked back at her, and a smile graced her interested expression.

"How long have you been working with us, (Y\N)?", she asked, her deep voice dropping to almost a whisper in the silence between you.

You stopped to think, to remember, to count on your fingers, as you went back and sat in the small space of her chair, as before. Not to tease her, it's just because that was her usual chair and you had this habit of taking possession of things.

"A few months. Five, I think… I'm not good with numbers and dates…", you explained, laughing. Lorraine nodded. "Before you ask, this definitely wasn't the plan since I was a kid, but it seemed to me that I had a knack for it when I had my first experience here, so… yeah, maybe it was nice to get this job."

Lorraine nodded again. "And are you happy here?"

"I think so. I'm sure I do, actually. I don't think I fit in anywhere else right now, honestly."

"That's good, this work is not very easy, there are few people who manage, in the natural order of things, to stay for so long."

Lorraine was still looking at you, and nervousness was still very much present in her body language as she did so.

"And do you have… a boyfriend, (Y\N)?"

You frowned, caught off guard.

"Sorry, that was a weird question."

"No, I don't have a boyfriend", you replied, shaking your head. "It wasn't a weird question, you're just trying to get to know me better…"

Lorraine nodded again, scratching her forehead and looking at you, intent on knowing more. "And are you looking for someone? Or are you completely focused on work right now?"

"Ah, MI6 is my life, yes, but I wouldn't mind breaking that routine to find someone I can share my days with, you know…"

Lorraine looked away, and oddly enough, you noticed that there was a flush in her cheeks. Now, that was something you would never have thought to see, not in Lorraine Broughton.

"You say "someone", so… is someone really someone?"

"Are you asking me about my sexuality?"

Lorraine shrugged. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"No, I don't have a problem with that, I… I'm open to experimenting, actually. I want something that takes me off my feet, and makes me see whether or not it's worth risking everything."

Lorraine nodded again and her eyes glued to your lips. The tension became even more palpable between you, and when she took the opportunity that you were close to pull you close, seeing that you were going to fall out of the chair if you went any farther back, her inner will spoke louder and she kissed you, absolutely nothing, without expecting you to respond.

If it was someone else, you would have walked away and slapped that person across the face, but that didn't happen with Lorraine. You were so surprised when she kissed you that you just responded. She thought maybe that would ease the tension of the moment, that it would make it easier for you to talk, and she was so beautiful it was impossible to resist.

She was the one who pulled away first, gasping for air, and she opened her clear, beautiful eyes to look at you, her hand hesitating between your hip and your leg.

"Sorry, I really don't know why I did that, I…" she started, but you cut her off, your index finger on her wet lips.

"No, that's fine, I enjoyed it… and actually… I think I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind…"

She laughed and kissed you again, this time letting the moment flow by itself, last as long as it should. You were being drawn, like magnets, to each other's lips, and now it was impossible to break the contact. Lorraine's charm didn't help either, and she ended the kiss after a few seconds with a peck on your cheek.

"Well, I better get going now that you don't need me…" you said, feeling all awkward and embarrassed. Lorraine got up and let go of your hips, and just as you were about to walk through the door, she called out her name.

"Don't you want a ride home, (Y\N)? I think it's too late for us to walk alone…", her voice was full of ulterior motives, and as much as you would love to take things easy, have the chance of a lifetime with Lorraine Broughton made you want to find out where this was going to go.

To be honest, you were under the impression that you wouldn't regret it.

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #imagine #atomic blonde #lorraine broughton x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #angst #fluff #i was thinking about doing this with a smut but i changed my mind #i mean i'm not too good at smuts and i didn't want to mess this up #lorraine broughton is so daddy coded it's such a crime #wish she was my spy girlfriend btw

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idk if your requests are open or not but if they are please write something for charlize theron. there is literally no fan fictions of her and it feels weird even just saying it. can you maybe write something smutty preferably but if it makes you uncomfortable anything else is fine :)

Lazy Day

Warnings: Established relationship, implied sexual content, domestic fluff

Word count: 0.7 k

Pairing: Charlize Theron x Fem!Reader

Prompt: A lazy day with Charlize

Requests: OPEN

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The smell of coffee snapped me out of my sleep and I opened my eyes, realizing that the other side of my bed was empty. I patted the mattress with my hand only to notice that both the sheet and the pillow were cold, so I rubbed my eyes to scare away sleep, stretched the bones of my back and arms and got out of bed.

I walked to the bathroom, washed my face and teeth, relieved myself and left the small room again.

It was a winter day, so going down to the kitchen with only panties was not the best idea, so I stuck my head in the closet trying to find a warm garment to go down, but none convinced me; until I could see the large knitted sweater of various colors lying on the floor, on the cold side of the bed.

I quickly put on the sweater and went downstairs listening to a slight humming in the kitchen.

I could make out her, now, long blonde hair, a bit disheveled, which fell like a golden waterfall down her back covered in a blue sweatshirt; her long legs covered in sweatpants that accentuated her butt phenomenally; while her feet were covered by those sports shoes that I had given her last Christmas. She was preparing some small pancakes that she garnished with fresh fruit , while she waited for the toaster and the coffee maker.

On tiptoes and in silence I approached her hugging her back and trying to bury my face in the curve of her neck.

"Good morning." Even behind her back, I could feel Charlize's smile.

"You weren't in bed when I woke up" I made a small tantrum while rubbing my face a little more on her shoulder.

"Oh" her husky voice reached my ears, like a sweet and addictive purr "did my sweet baby wake up the wrong way?" I only managed to kiss her neck while nodding "do you think a good breakfast and a good cup of freshly ground coffee will help your morning bad mood?"

I felt again, now with a greater emotion. I separated from her quickly and walked to the small dining room, and I sat waiting patiently.

Minutes later, Charlize arrived with two plates full of food, two cups of coffee, and cutlery for both of them.

"Are you wearing MY sweater?"

Her eyes flicked to my chest covered with some doubt, when, it was, extremely obvious that I was wearing her clothes.

“I repeat. You weren't in bed when I woke up."

She just laughed as she shook her head and we both started eating.

"Do you have something to do today?" I asked as I relaxed with the warmth of my cup in my hands.

“Nope. I have all day for you, pretty girl.” She took my hand and kissed the back.

"You know what it means?"

“Oh honey, I thought we already talked about this…”

"We can play Mario Kart all day!"

"Although I remember, I forbade you to play that game" she said as she collected the dirty dishes from both of them and took them to the kitchen to wash.

"But baby…"

"No buts Y/N, you and I know how competitive you are when you play Mario Kart"

Trying to convince her otherwise, I walked up to her and stood in front of her.

"Charlie, I think you're exaggerating…"

“Have you already forgotten the time you bit my arm? ”

“Okay, in my defense I will say that, you were cheating and you deserved it …”

"Y/N! I've been in pain all week!"

"Yeah, okay, sorry. It won't happen again" I hugged her while she spread kisses on the top of my head "Can we play Mario Kart? Please?"

I tried to give her my best Shrek cat eyes I could give, trying to knock down the tough side she was trying to put on.

"Agh, you know I can't say no to you when you those eyes…"

"Yeih!, I choose the pink controller and Princess Peach…" I yelled as I walked her away until I returned to our room and began to organize the Nintendo we had at home.

"I'll let you know, Y/N, if you bite me, there will be no sex for a month."

Note:

I'm sorry that it took almost 5 months to be able to place this request, and to top it off, it's so short; But, in the future I will write more

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Atomic Blonde

Requested from a user on Wattpad

Platonic Lorraine Broughton x child!reader

TW: Mentions of human trafficking

A FLICKER OF TRUST

Lorraine Broughton was well-versed in the art of infiltration, having navigated countless dangerous missions throughout her career. Yet, the task before her this time held a darkness that sent a shiver down her spine. The criminal organization she had been assigned to infiltrate was notorious for their involvement in the despicable world of human trafficking, owning countless brothels through the whole country.

As Lorraine studied the intelligence reports, her jaw clenched in anger and determination. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon her shoulders. It wasn't just a matter of national security anymore; it was a battle against the exploitation of innocent lives. She knew that bringing down this organization would not only save countless victims but also strike a significant blow against the shadowy forces that perpetuated such heinous crimes.

Emmett Kurzfeld, her trusted boss, called her into his office. As Lorraine stepped inside, the air was thick with tension. Emmett leaned forward, his voice low but resolute, the neon lights of the city casting an eerie glow upon his face. "Lorraine, the information we've gathered points to something far more sinister than we anticipated. People involved with this organization aren't your run-of-the-mill criminals. They are politicians from across the globe, even law enforcement agents, and some could be your own colleagues. This goes deep, jeopardizing the safety of our nation. We have to bring them down, expose the dirty politicians and cops involved. Remember, this won't be an easy mission. The deeper you go into this criminal underworld, the more danger you'll face. Stay sharp, trust your instincts, and never forget why we fight."

Lorraine's gaze hardened as she absorbed Emett's words. She understood the magnitude of the battle before her. It wasn't just about gathering intelligence or neutralizing threats; it was about fighting for the voiceless victims who had been stripped of their freedom and dignity.

As Lorraine dug deeper into the heart of the criminal organization, she uncovered a chilling revelation that pierced her soul like a dagger. Amongst the stacks of documents and surveillance footage, she stumbled upon a file that bore a name she hadn't expected to see — your name, Y/N, an innocent eight-year-old girl caught in the clutches of the darkness that consumed your parents, the leaders of the organization.

Lorraine's heart sank as she read through the disturbing details. You had become a victim yourself, subjected to the same cruel mistreatment and abuse that was inflicted upon the organization's other captives. The images captured in the evidence were haunting, displaying the anguish and despair etched into your E/C eyes. It was a stark reminder that innocence could be shattered in the most unimaginable ways.

A fierce protectiveness surged within Lorraine, overriding her mission's original objectives. She couldn't turn a blind eye to you, not when she had the power to make a difference in this innocent child's life. Lorraine knew she had to act swiftly and decisively to rescue you from the malevolent environment you were trapped in.

With her unwavering focus, Lorraine observed the organization, her undercover identity being a brothel owner - Madame Susan, gathering every scrap of intelligence she could. She studied their routines, their habits, and their vulnerabilities, all while keeping her true intentions hidden from their watchful eyes. Lorraine knew that to succeed in her plan and exploit any weaknesses within the organization.

Late at night, Lorraine set her plan into motion. She infiltrated the organization's secret headquarters, navigating the mansion's corridors. Lorraine's heart pounded in her chest, every step taken with utmost care.

Lorraine identified the weak points in the security system. She bypassed the surveillance cameras, deactivated alarms, and neutralized guards with fast and calculated strikes. Each move was executed flawlessly, inching her closer to her ultimate goal of rescuing you.

As Lorraine reached the inner sanctum of the headquarters, she discovered a room filled with countless files, evidence of the organization's heinous operations. Her eyes narrowed with determination as she located the files containing the information that would bring them down once and for all, quickly copying all the needed information to the microform.

But Lorraine knew that her mission extended beyond gathering evidence. She needed to ensure your immediate safety. With a mix of anxiety and purpose, she managed to locate the room where you were being held captive, her heart wrenching at the thought of the horrors you had endured.

Lorraine picked the lock to the room, her movements cautious and silent. As the door swung open, Lorraine was met with the sight of a small figure huddled on a worn mattress, your fragile form marked with bruises, clunching to a blue snugglebum. Lorraine's eyes softened with compassion as she knelt beside you, her voice a soothing whisper.

"Don't be afraid, child," Lorraine assured you, her touch gentle as she reached out to you. "I'm Lorraine, I'm here to take you away from this nightmare. You're safe with me."

Your eyes widened with uncertainty but you cautiously reached out, your small hand trembling as it found comfort in Lorraine's reassuring grip. In that moment, a flicker of trust ignited between you.

Lorraine led you through the dark corridors.

Outside, a black cadillac was waiting. Lorraine helped you into the safety of the backseat, the leather upholstery embracing you like a cocoon of comfort. Your eyes met Lorraine's in a silent reassurance, the blonde wrapped a comforting quilt blanket around your trembling form.

You watched out of the rear window, the distance between you and the horrors grew. Lorraine's heart swelled with a sense of relief. She knew that their journey was far from over, but in rescuing you, she had achieved a victory of immense significance. They had escaped, but the fight against the criminal organization was far from over. Lorraine knew they had to stay one step ahead, unmasking the culprits and destroy their network to ensure that no more lives would be ruined.

Weeks turned into months, and as the dust settled from the harrowing ordeal, Lorraine continued to prioritize your well-being. She visited you regularly at the group home, where you had found temporary home.

During those visits, your bond had grown, and Lorraine couldn't ignore the growing conviction within her heart which led her to make a life-changing decision;

to adopt you.

#lorraine broughton fanfiction #lorraine broughton #lorraine broughton x reader #atomic blonde #atomic blonde fanfiction #lorraine broughton x child!reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader

[merci-bitch]

A Real Spy

Lorraine Broughton x fem!reader

Headcanons

Warning(s): NSFW mentions, fluff, talks of death

A/N: Now so, I’ve got lots of requests and a few were with Lorraine, our killer queen. So I watched the movie and decided to take notes. Ended up with 6 pages. @slutformisswena​ wanted me to post them, so here they are! It’s long. Very long. heh, enjoy! :) 

Not my gif!

- Baby’s an american spy

- Got lots of scars

- Takes ice baths

- Smokes

- Drinks vodka with ice 

- Her appartment in London has a very plain colour palette. Gray, white & black

- Wears designer clothes

- Fashion queen

- HEELS

- Boss arse bitch

- Doesn’t give a living fuck

- Girl is very smart, secretive

- Swears 24/7

- Sarcastic

- Queen with accents

- Speaks a bunch of languages like russian, swedish, german etc

- Has a simple yet smokey makeup look

- Trust issues

- A killer queen

- She knows, everything

- Very good with a gun

- She will kill if anyone hurts you

- She’s loyal once she knows she can trust you

- She has somewhat a 6th sense

- Poor girl has nightmares

- She has PTSD & trauma

- She’s an improviser

- She’s got some balls

- She’s hella strong

- Tall Beautiful Lady

- She knows the bodys weak spots. Good and bad

- She likes music

- She tolerates people but likes you

- She loves a good fight

- She has a dominant hand in everything

- She’s protective, a little possessive

- You were a one night stand to her, but nearly ended up dead if it wasn’t for Lorraine. You refused to leave her so she kept you around. 

- She taught you how to defend yourself

- She’s a fearless killer

- She depends on you like you depend on her

- She’s actually nice, can you believe that?

- She’s a caring peerson. 

- When she comes home covered in scars, you patch her up

- You’re her bitch

- She’s claustrophobic under water after nearly drowning

- She does have good breath control

- She’s always warm. You could be freezing in the cold, go to her. She’s warm. She’s got a warm heart <3

- She’s paranoid sometimes

- She does care and she does cry

- Queen of disguises

- She’s got a sense of humour

- Her job is a big part of her, and you just have to accept that

- She likes quiet evenings

- She reads books. You might not think it, but she does

- Likes to take a moment to just breathe. She doesn’t get to do that very often

- She wants to have her life back, even though she knows she never fully can. But you make her life just a little easier everyday

- She doesn’t really know how to comfort you when you cry. She does what she can to make you stop. Will kill if she has to

- When she’s sad, she lashes out in anger

- She likes chugging contests

- She isn’t really a hugger or cuddler but you don’t really care

- There is never a gentle kiss with Lorraine

- You sometimes wear her sweathers

 - When she leaves for a job, she always brings a shirt of yours with her

- She waits until you’ve fallen asleep to sleep herself. Most of the time she doesn’t even sleep thanks to nightmares but seeing you sleeping brings her peace. Knowing you’re safe

-Kisses the back of your head,

- She has a weak spot for you, even before you were together

- Teases you for being shoter than her

- She loves you, but won’t say it

- Her eyes change with emotion

NSFW

- She’s dominant with a gentle touch

- She smokes after sex

- She’s a tease

- She doesn’t share

- Aftercare with her could look like you lying on her chest with her hand playing with your hair

- She likes to shower together, but the baths she takes alone. The ice baths are her way to get away from the world

- She likes to choke you

- She wants you to be comfortable most of all

- She likes to be on top, but also to have you lying on top of her with your back pressed against her chest as one of her hands moves down between your legs and the other wraps around your throat

- She’s not the biggest PDA person, but will lay her arm behind your back on your chair. Lay her hand on your thigh or have you sit in her lap

- Shoulder kisses is a 100% yes for her

- She likes slow teasing kisses

- Sometimes biting kisses

- Rough is always welcome

- French kissing

- You ache for her

- Pet names like baby, darling, sweetheart etc

- Make up sex is bomb

- Lasts for HOURS

- She wears lace underwear or nothing at all

- LOVES grinding

- She knows your body like the back of her hand

- She likes to push you against the wall

- When she does ^ and she kisses you, one hand will always be on the wall above your head and the other either on your waist or hip

- I wouldn’t call her too kinky but she does have some kinks

- Like choking, hair pulling, spanking, orgasm denail, edging, light BDSM, overstimulation, a little bit of exhibitionsm

- Sex with Lorraine is either rough, well it’s never slow and gentle, but she likes to keep a pace that will leave you breathless no matter what

- She’s a little flirty

- She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you

- She likes when you give her a massage

- She knows what she’s doing at all times

#atomic blonde #lorraine broughton #lorraine broughton x reader

[ahsfan05]

Charlize Theron Masterlist

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The Old Guard

Andromache of Scythia

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The School for Good and Evil

Leonora Lesso

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Atomic Blonde

Lorraine Broughton

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Gringo

Elaine Markinson

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I haven’t written anything here yet but requests are open.

#andromache x reader #Andromache of Scythia #andromache the scythian #Andromache the Scythian x reader #Andromache of Scythia x reader #Andy x reader #the old guard #gringo #elaine markinson x reader #Elaine Markinson #the school for good and evil #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #Leonora lesso #Leonora lesson x reader #charlize theron #charlize theron x reader #atomic blonde #lorraine broughton x reader

[realsapphicswife]

Why The Gun?

Lorraine Broughton x Fem Spy!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Violence, Guns, Lorraine crying, SMUT +18, Praise Kink (R Receiving), Oral (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Aftercare

A/N: Phone Calls are Colored and in Bold!

Unfortunately, Percival is still alive

There needs to be more stories on my girl, I'm just saying

What started off as a simple mission, turned into me pacing back and forth in my room at 3 am, rethinking my entire life.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

All I had to do was gain Lorraine's trust, so that I could lure her into the trap Percival had set up for her...not fall in love. I knew his patience was running thin and my time was running out.

Percy: What is taking so long? You already have her wrapped around your pretty little finger, don't you?

Me: Yes, but-

Percy: But what?

He could tell I was hesitant to answer. A moment passes and he finally realizes why I've been stalling.

Percy: Oh...don't tell me you've gone soft?

Me: What? No-

Percy: She is a frigid bitch and it's only a matter of time till she catches on and kills you

She wouldn't.

Me: I know that

Percy: Then do your god-damn job, for fuck's sake!

His loud voice causing my to flinch against the phone.

Percy: Or I will

Me: No!

I just knew he was smirking on the other line.

Me: I mean...I'll do it...tonight

Percy: Good

He says, hanging up on me. Fuck.

I curse to myself. I couldn't let him hurt her. I would never be able to forgive myself, if he did. I had to make a choice. It was now or never.

Taking in a shaky breath, I dial her up. With each passing second, I felt the dread in the pit of my stomach growing worse. What felt like an eternity of the rings looping over and over again later, she finally answers.

Lorraine: Hello?

Me: Hi

I do my best to disguise the fear in my voice, as the tears in my eyes begin to gather.

Lorraine: Hi, darling

She greeted sweetly.

Me: What are you up to?

Lorraine: Just going over some files

Me: Mhm

I respond, wiping off a stray tear that managed to escape.

Lorraine: Are you alright? You seem off

Me: Yeah! I'm okay, I was just wondering if you were free tonight. I, um... I just miss you and I'd love to get some dinner. It's kind of been a hard day

Lorraine: That sounds wonderful, but, are you sure you're okay? I could always stop by, if you need me to

Me: Yes, my love, I'm fine. Just stressed about work

God, did it hurt like hell to lie to her again. I know that's all I've been doing this entire time, so I should've gotten used to it, by now...but actually getting to know her and seeing past the cold front she put forth, subsequently made my heart melt.

I'd been a spy for years and never once has this happened before. I've killed, I've lied, I've stolen and all those times, it was like nothing to me. I never felt guilt or shame for any of it.

Until she came along and turned my whole world upside down.

She was the first to show me any sort of kindness. Kindness I'd never experienced before. It wasn't just the way she would listen to me rant for hours and hours, while still having a smile on her face or the way she would hold me, as we laid in bed together.

It was everything.

The little compliments she'd use to make me blush, the way her hands were always intertwined with mine, the random kisses she would press to my lips and forehead, the look of pure admiration me time she saw me.

She was the closest to heaven I'd ever get. I didn't deserve her and I knew that.

Lorraine: If you say so. Just know it's really no trouble

Me: I know, thanks

Lorraine: What time did you have in mind?

I tell her to meet me at the restaurant we always went to at 7 pm, before wishing her goodbye.

Lorraine: See you then, sweet girl

She says, before I hang up.

~

I spent the next few hours leading up to the date getting showered, doing my hair and makeup and getting dressed, while simultaneously wiping away the tears that would escape every now and then. Was this really how it was going to end? Was this my karma for all the lives I've taken? My punishment for all the things I've done? I'm not saying I didn't deserve this...but I didn't think it would hurt this much.

I grab my gun and sheathe into the thigh strap I put on. If anything were to go wrong, I had to be prepared.

I head out of my apartment building and hail a cab. I hop in and within 15 minutes, I finally arrive at the location and make my way inside. Percival should be at the wrong address, three or four hours away.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. She meant more to me than my own life and I no longer cared. The plan was to tell come clean about everything and give her enough time to escape without being seen. If she wanted nothing to do with me afterwards, I would have understood.

As long as she was safe, that was all that mattered. Would it rip my soul to shreds? Yes, but she deserved better than this, better than me.

I walk in and see her in a booth by the windows. She looked as beautiful as ever.

She looks up and greets me with the same soft smile that got me into this mess in the first place. I could feel my heart shatter with every step I took closer. I take the seat across her and she leans in to kiss me.

"Good evening", she says,

Pressing her lips to mine, before sitting back down.

"You look beautiful", I say,

She smiles to herself and takes my hand.

"Says you"

That. That was one of the many things she did that made my heart swoon...and one of the many things that would soon break it. We order our food and spent the next hour just eating and talking. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her, before potentially losing her forever.

"Do you remember that trip we took to Paris?"

I laugh and almost choke on my wine.

"How could I forget? We got stuck in the elevator on our way up the Eiffel Tower for an hour", I remind,

"But we made the most of that time, didn't we?", she replies,

Talking about the little almost-tryst we had. We could never keep our hands off each other. The more I thought about it, the more cowardly I became.

I couldn't do it. It was too wrenching. I know how selfish it sounds, but she was all I had. I wouldn't know what to do without her. That's when I came up with an idea. It was insane, but maybe insane enough to work.

"What if we ran away?"

Her eyes widen at my words.

"What?"

"Think about it. You're constantly running away from something and always in danger"

She sighs and shakes her head.

"Wouldn't it be nice to just...slow down and find happiness"

"I already did", she admits,

Making me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

"You"

I could feel the tears in my eyes start brewing and I knew I could break apart

"(Y/N)", she calls out softly,

Cupping my cheek.

"What's wrong-", I interrupt her with a kiss,

How could I go on without this? The feeling of her against me and knowing that I was the only person that had that privilege. I eventually pull away and take her hand in mine.

"Let's get back to your hotel, hm?"

If this was the last night we spent together, I had to make the most of it. We get the check, pay for the meals and head out. Her hand perfectly intertwined in mine, like pieces of a puzzle that were meant for each other.

Before we could get a taxi, she playfully pins me to the wall.

"You are insatiable", I chuckle,

"It's just what you do to me", she teases,

Before leaning down to kiss me. My hands go around the back of her neck and hers take a hold of my waist. Our tongues meet in spiraling embrace.

Everything else around us disappeared and it felt like we were simply floating in the air. The only thing I could focus on were the butterflies that swarmed around inside me. I felt one of her hands free my waist and trail down my hip. The moment I feel her reach the handle of my gun, my heart stops.

Her eyes widen, as she reaches for it under my dress and quickly pulls away to point it straight at me.

"Lorraine-"

"Why the gun, (Y/N)?", she questions,

"It's not what you think"

"I'll ask one more time...why the gun?"

Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

"This wasn't how I wanted you to find out", I say,

Just as Lorraine was about to unleash her anger on me, a bullet ricochets off the wall, causing us to duck. We look over and see Percival getting out of his car.

"Broughton!"

My heart drops seeing the two guards following behind him. He looks over at me and shakes his head.

"I should've known you were too weak for this", he mocked,

"Go!", I yell,

Taking her hand and making a run for it.

We reach an unfinished building and one of the guards shoots the gate in front of me, as I fall to the ground. He grabs at my leg and use my free foot to kick him across the face. I leap back pack up to stand and he goes to strike at me, when I block his punch and elbow him in the nose.

Lorraine looks over and the other guard manages to sneak up behind her.

"Lorraine!"

She turns around and gets punched in the stomach, making her double over in pain. I return my attention back to the man trying to kill me and I find him reaching for his gun. I go to grab it, but he wraps his arm around my neck instead.

We struggle for a bit, but I throw my head back and butt him in the nose.

Once I was free, I use the gate to hoist myself up, as I wrap my legs around his neck, before propelling my body downwards to sweep him off his feet. The moment I hit the ground, I reach for the gun and shoot him point blank between the eyes.

I check my surroundings and can't find Lorraine anywhere. I hear a groan and the impact of a hit coming from the building. I look up and see Lorraine still fighting off the other guard. I climb over the fence and dash up the stairs. He now had Lorraine pinned up against the wall with a knife to her throat.

"I want to make it hurt", he says,

With the most bone-chilling grin on his face.

"Not in your lifetime", I say through gritted teeth,

I pull the trigger and the revolver was empty.

"Shit"

He goes to lunge at me, but Lorraine pulls him back by the collar of his shirt, as he turns and stabs her in the shoulder, causing her to yell out in agony.

The anger that overtook me seeing him hurt Lorraine filled me with enough adrenaline to run over and knock him upside the head with the handle of the gun. The impact hard enough to make him fall over. I give him a good kick to the stomach, before getting to Lorraine.

"You mind if I borrow this?", I say,

Taking the handle of the knife in my hand.

"Do it", she exhales,

I nod and rip it out of her, making her groan through her nose.

I turn back to the guard and flip him onto his back.

"This is what happens when you fuck with the wrong people", I say through gritted teeth,

Pulling his head up by his hair.

"No no no-"

Before he could plead anymore for his life, I slit his throat, cutting off his sentence. I finally release the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding and got back on my feet. The relief I felt was short-lived, when I remember Lorraine.

I look over and find her leaned up against the pillar.

"Shit", I whisper to myself,

Making my way over to her and examining the wound on her thigh.

"We need to go"

"Broughton!", Percival's booming voice echoing through the hollow building,

We turn and find him standing by the stairs.

"Well...isn't this just precious?", he mocks,

"Fuck you", I breathe out,

"You already have someone for that", he says,

Looking over at Lorraine.

"Unless you don't mind me joining", he grins,

I shake my head in pure disgust.

"But enough about all that nasty business...this is where it ends for you two"

I glance behind him and see the guard I just killed laying right by the edge of where a wall was meant to be. I turn back to Lorraine and immediately knew she had the same idea.

I get up and charge towards him. He shoots at me and I dodge it, before lunging at him, as he tripped over his guard.

Just as I was about to follow him over the edge, I get pulled back by arm and fall on top of Lorraine. For the first time this evening, I was truly at peace. Getting lost in the oceans that stared back at me.

"You've never looked more beautiful", she says,

Her eyes pouring into mine, making me scoff to myself.

"Even when I'm covered in dirt and blood?"

She wipes off the debris from my face, making me blush.

"That just makes you sexy", she teases,

As I bite back a smile. I stand up and gently helped her onto her feet.

"Careful", I warn,

Wrapping an arm around her waist.

We climb down the stairs and go to leave, when we hear coughing coming from behind the building. We went around and find Percival impaled by a rod that was meant to support a beam. I sigh through my nose and go to walk over to him, when she stops me.

"(Y/N)-"

"I have to do this...or it will never end", I say,

She reluctantly lets me go and I make my way over to him. He looks over at me and laughs.

"You lovesick puppy", he chokes on his blood,

"You're pathetic", I reply,

Shaking my head.

"I almost feel sorry for you"

"Sorry for me? Please. I'm not the one slumming it with the snake I was meant put down"

I take the dagger out of my pocket and plunge it into his heart, watching him gasp his final breath.

The nightmare I've been living in for years was finally over.

~

Once we made sure he was really dead, we head back to my house, where I was now cleaning up her wounds and bruises.

"Done", I say,

Securing the bandage around her thigh.

"Thank you"

"You don't have to thank me, my love", I assured,

"But I do", she disagrees,

Taking my hand into hers.

"You saved my life tonight"

"But I also put it in danger"

She shakes her head and bends down to kiss me.

"You've made mistakes, who hasn't? I mean I know I have", she admits,

"You chose to risk your life to protect me...that's all that matters now"

Her hands cup my face, as the tears in my eyes began to gather.

"I love you, (Y/N)"

"I love you too", I reply,

Leaning up to press my lips against hers. This kiss was different than the other ones we've shared. It was needier. More desperate. With everything that just happened, I wasn't surprised. I could've lost her forever and it would've been my fault. If Percival couldn't kill me, that surely would.

Her hands find their way around my neck and pulls me even closer. My lips trail from her cheek to the side of neck, leaving marks at the sweet spot behind her ears.

I could feel myself getting wetter with each passing second and listening to her breaths grow raspy and uneven only added to the heat of the moment.

She takes the opportunity to reach behind me and pull the zipper of my dress down. I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, leaving me in just my underwear and bra.

I begin taking her clothes off and proceed to kiss down her chest, when she stops me.

"Wait"

"Is there something wrong?", I worry,

"No, it's not that..."

My eyebrows quirk together in confusion. That was until she pulls me up onto the bed and carefully moves to situate herself between my legs, as to not hurt herself any further.

"You're hurt"

"And this should cure my ills", she teases,

"But-"

"I just need to enjoy you right now...is that alright?", she muttered breathlessly,

After a brief pause to contemplate, I eventually give in and nod.

"Lay back for me"

I do as she says and make myself comfortable against the pillows. She gives me one more peck, before kissing her way down my neck and unhooking my bra and exposing me to the cold draft that plagued my house.

"Fucking perfect", she mumbles,

Licking up at my nip and sucking at them, as I whine at the contact.

She grips at my other mound and uses the pad of her thumb to rub circles around them. She always knew just what to do to have me melt into nothing but putty in her hands.

"Fuck"

Making her chuckle against my warm skin.

"I'm trying", she teases,

She moves her attention to my other breast and looks up at me through her lashes. God, was she perfect. Once my buds were standing at attention, she finally makes her way down to where I needed her most.

She helps me out of my underwear and her eyes land on the glistening mess that was waiting for her.

"Such a sweet girl. So patient for me", she praised,

Sending a chill up my spine. She looks back up at me and rubs up and down my hips.

"Can I taste you?", she questioned,

Almost pleadingly. I nervously chew at my bottom lip and nod.

"I need to hear you say it, darling"

"Please, I need you", I begged,

She gives me one last look, before putting an end to the torture once and for all by diving into my slick cavern and licking up the wetness.

A gasp escapes me and my fingers intertwine in her silver locks.

"Just as sweet as you look", she hums against me,

Before wrapping her lips around me needy bundle of nerves. Her skilled fingers work up and down my slit and eventually push into me. Moans and whimpers spill out like prayers from my lips, as she continued her ministrations on my g spot.

It wasn't long for the knot in my stomach to tighten and the sweat to start dampening my skin. The whole room filled with the smell of sex and pathetic cries of my greediness wanting more.

Everything she did and every praise she mumbled only inched me closer and closer to my climax.

She adds another finger and I was on the verge of tears from how good it felt. Less than a few moments later of her thrusting, it was almost impossible to keep fighting back the orgasm that was threatening to wash over me.

"You're so close", she groaned,

"I am!", I cried,

"Do it for me, darling, cum for me", she demanded,

That was all it took to push me over the inevitable edge. I came with a a scream and released all over her tongue and chin. She licks every last drop, before crawling up my body and crashing her lips onto mine.

"Do you taste yourself?", she whispers,

I giggle against her and nod.

"Good"

Once I wipe the sweat off of her forehead, I carefully help her onto her back and she lays my head against her bare chest. Laying in the soft silence, I take a moment to catch my breath whilst listening to the steady beat of her heart.

Even after everything that's happened, she still found it in her heart to treat me with the same softness, as she always has. This was where I was meant to be. In the arms of the woman I loved most without a care in the world.

Wait...Love. I loved her. She was everything I could ever want and need. Her daunting beauty, her compassionate caring heart that only I could see past the cold exterior and the way she would hold me like I was the only thing that mattered.

As her hands caress the expanse of my back, I found the courage to finally say what I should've said a long time ago.

"I love you, Lorraine"

Her gaze leaves the ceiling and falls upon my doe-eyed stare.

"What?"

"You don't have to say it back yet, but...I thought it was only fair that I tell you how I really feel"

A beaming grin creeps onto her face and she kisses me once more.

"I love you too"

#lorraine broughton #atomic blonde #lorraine broughton x reader #lorraine broughton oneshot #lorraine broughton fluff #lorraine broughton angst #lorraine broughton smut

[dazzlingrhapsody]

When I start writing and posting fics here on tumblr and other platforms, then what?

#randomly alex! 🍂 #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #hela odinsdottir x reader #cersei lannister x reader #lady lesso x reader #larissa weems x reader #lorraine broughton x reader #brienne of tarth x reader #elaine markinson x reader #cipher x reader #queen ravenna x reader #i still have many characters in mind to write #but these are the ones i could think of right now

[elenaguarnieri]

I think you'd like this story: "Charlize Theron imagines" by GuarnieriElena on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/326593159?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=GuarnieriElena&wp_originator=jAQfOdf9a%2B281aoO6D%2BTi6i8MQE%2FaEnetMP%2Fv7VOTstTERIs0tj5F2WmYzalPMTnR%2F4NmqNvNhTQCFefBNgEJUdtKVQWy%2F5Tcoh%2FNuZ9%2BQ5Atnh3DC%2F6nuH4ppko4Gcq

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[multifandommilfs]

Fortuitous Encounters

Relationship: Lorraine Broughton x Reader

Word count: 4552

Summary: As the mission for the list dies down, you and Lorraine part with no intention of meeting again. What would happen if fate proves otherwise?

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Grab handles swaying, commercial ladies staring uncannily. Dull house whooshing by, straphangers on phones, sleeping, staring out the windows, hot and suffocating. Dozing off just to be awakened by the screech of the train on its tracks, the occasional trembling, the slightest swaying of bodies along with the train, the rolling of the suitcase.

It was everything that you caught in that 5 minute ride to work, nothing out of the ordinary, and today would follow suit.

The subway screeched to a start, you leant back, forced to stand for the seats in your compartment we're all occupied, fingers laced with the overhead handgrip that only aided your standing, feet steeling on the ground for some balance as you were crushed with the multitudes of people around you. Their pointed shoes, heels or flat were all squeezed together in a pile. A scene of perfume garnered your attention, familiar and making you weak-kneed. It was definitely not from the suited man behind you, the four school girls on your right sharing one screen of blue light, not from the mother behind you, thought it was only a presumption based the incongruous lunchbox peeking out of her stylish handbag, through the transparent plastic was a random mix of fruits and crackers, perhaps one or two packaged blobs of jelly? It didn't take a professional to know that it wouldn't fill an adult's appetite.

Then it smoothed out, the screech dissipating. You were plunged forward, losing stability amongst the crowd, feet scrambling, colliding right into a chest. For a moment your heart spiked, feeling the person stagger back three ragged steps with you adding to their weight, a hand grasping your waist instinctively.

You jolted to a stop, their arm most probably straining upon the doubled weight. You lingered in that position, and there it was, that perfume, wafting, consuming you, stalling your senses, you couldn't find the courage to step away for it.

A picture formed steadily in your mind, a splash of fair skin, sputtered with violent blemishes of dark red, purple, blue, yellow after a mission, she never let you care for the bruises, saying it grounded her. Then came her nude coloured lips, cut and cragged from the fist of another and packs of cigarettes. Finally, loose hair framing her face, rough between your fingers in bed, miraculously never sustaining any injury from a mission. It was a gratification act, for your and her, to weave your fingers through it, nails scratching her scalp tantalisingly, the one and only game that she always lost to you.

In another second you were back on your feet, nudging yourself away from her as a stranger would to the sudden intimate nature of a collision. Your heart roaring with embarrassment as you left your reverie.

"Sorry." You muttered with an awkward chuckle, an antsy scratch to the nape of your neck, you gripped the stanchion pole this time, practically twisting yourself around it, embarrassment pervading your complexion. The ground rumbled beneath you, further staving off the calm to your knees.

"Don't worry about it." Her voice was light, rather smooth for someone who virtually inhaled cigarettes. It caused a spike in your heart rate, your fingers drumming on the metal pole in a futile attempt to release your anxiety. Your mind drifted to her eyes, the ones you've forgotten, the last piece to your puzzle, blue or green? Yet you were staring at the honed tip of her obsidian coloured heels, vaguely reflecting the overhead lights that shown through the mop of heads, a miracle, a lead from heavens.

The tip clicked intentionally against the floor, your eyes shot to her face, did she realize you were staring? You were sweating, lips parted slightly, eyes blown in surprise and terror at the same time. Her eyes were blue, a light depressing sort of blue, it was the facade she showed everyone, only were were privy to the spark in her irises but not anymore.

Instead, they held your gaze in stark contrast, indifferent, it completed your puzzle nevertheless, made your eyes prickle with tears so sudden that you couldn't comprehend it, her scent all-encompassing, overthrowing all others, coercing you to stifle an unanticipated sob that fled from your lips, it was too late.

Eyes were on you, especially hers, watching you in confusion at the sudden burst of emotion, in a subway train no less! Then man backtracked from you as much as possible, the girls followed suit with a judgemental caution, the mother threw you an irritated glance, you must've reminded her of her bawling child, destroying her golden moment of peace and quiet.

At the height of your humiliation, the train shrieked to a stop, the doors peeled open, you struggled to rush out the doors, escaping her gaze, for a split second, you felt a tap of a finger on your shoulder in a distance she could easily reach, your emotions transcended, your chest a pang of pain. All the time reminded of her lips, her hands, her skin, the feel of her; her hair, her clothes, her shoes, the scent of her. And of her eyes that didn't spill a hint of recognition at your presence, salty rivulets streaked down your cheeks no matter how hard you clench your jaw and gripped your coat, your vision blurred, your lips trembled. Despite that, you knew the exact route to your office and so trusted your instincts to take you there, for you couldn't lift your head up to show the world what a person could do to you by doing nothing at all, unaware of the approaching footsteps behind you.

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[drkmgs]

Masterlist

One shots

Lady Lesso x Reader

I'd choose you over everyone. | Fluff

Lorraine Broughton x Reader

I have my ways. | Fluff-Angst

Cipher x Reader

!System Error! | Angst

Series

The Writer's Reader | LL x OC

1. Chapter

2. Chapter

Conversations

Charlize Theron × GN!Reader

Choking

Flirting

Crush

#charlize theron x reader #lady lesso x reader #charlotte field x reader #andromache x reader #elaine markinson x reader #lorraine broughton x reader #cipher x reader

[camilla-scully]

Feel free to request a drawing! (I'll try my best! But I'm not a professional so it may come out kinda ugly lol)

-I can (try to) draw realistically

-I can (try to) draw anime/manga style

-I can (kinda) draw in a powerpuff girls-ish style

The characters i'm more familiar with are (keep in mind I've never drawn some of these):

-Charlize Theron:

Lady Lesso, Lorraine Broughton, Elaine Markinson, Andromache the scythian, Cipher, Charlotte Field

-Gillian Anderson:

Dana scully, Stella Ginbson, Jean Milburn

-Gwendoline Christie:

Larissa Weems, Lucifer Morningstar

-Cate Blanchett

Carol, Lou Miller

-Alex Kingston

River Song

-Jodie Whittaker

thirteenth doctor

-Lana Parrilla

Regina/The Evil Queen

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

i was wondering if you could do something g about lorraine broughton having a secret wife and teenage daughter, maybe the daughter is upset and has reckless behavior because lorraine is never around or something and lorraine comfort a her and it’s fluff and angst 🫶 <3

You were never a real mother

Warnings: Fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, angst?

Word count: 2.1 K

Pairing: Lorraine Broughton x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Athena barely knows her mother Lorraine, which annoys her… More when she has to live with her.

Requests: OPEN

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The British government could not fully trust the testimony of Lorraine Broughton. If they were completely honest with themselves, they didn't know her at all. And they were absolutely right in the world.

No one knew of Y/N:;not how she met Lorraine; nor how they started dating; nor do they know that both sealed their love with a pair of rings; much less did they know the little girl, fruit of that love.

It was logical that nobody knew those secrets of the blonde woman. The names of those women never left Lorraine's mouth; had never seen a photo of them; she did not even have a representative lake of them with her. Another thing that perpetuated this idea of the loneliness of the blonde was that she was always available for any mission. Nothing in Lorraine's life could get in the way of her work life.

Y/N could understand.

She had met Lorraine on a mission, and she saw firsthand how demanding and dangerous her job could be. But she also saw the blonde's guilty taste for work, not to mention how obsessed and protective she could be. She is capable of anything to protect her family.

But Athena could never understand it.

For as long as she could remember, she always remembered herself longing for the return of her taller mother. She knew, she knew that her blonde mother had missed her first word, her first steps, her first day at school, the time she got chicken pox, when she learned to ride a bike, when she had a fight with her best friend, when the boy she liked rejected her. Lorraine missed everything.

Athena had a lot of resentment towards Lorraine. Athena thought that her life would be a thousand times better if Y/N didn't wait every night for the return of her wife. Athena thought her mother deserved better than the blonde.

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Quickly, the young brunette went downstairs, sitting on a step so she could put on her usual boots.

"Are you going to leave without breakfast?" Athena rolled her eyes, causing her mother to let out a small laugh "don't make that face at me, lady" they both laughed

"No, I'm already late, I'll just take an apple with me" the teenager took an apple from the fruit bowl, washed it and took a bite.

"For God's sake, buy a decent breakfast at school."

"Yes mom" crooned the girl

The woman quickly took her daughter's face to give her small and repetitive kisses on her right cheek.

"I love you, you know"

"Yes mom, I love you too" the girl took her backpack and her keys.

Just before the young woman walked out the door and started listening to music through her headphones, her mother's voice made her stop.

“By the way, I almost forgot. Try to arrive early, tonight mom is coming"

Athena felt the blood drain to her feet.

"What? Is this a fucking joke? Because it's not funny at all, Mom."

Y/N could see the annoyance and discomfort on her daughter's face. She was identical to Lorraine.

"Please, Thena, let's not start…"

"But mom…"

"No buts, go before you're late"

With a final huff, the teenager left, slamming the door.

Y/N knew how the girl might behave when her blonde mother was around.

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The locker was closed with such great force, it easily caused the other students around her to freak out.

"Wow, relax tiger, what has you in such a bad mood on a Friday?"

The sarcastic smile that Alicia kept on her face was only making Athena want to rip it off with a severe blow.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit, Alice."

She tried to escape from the redheaded woman, because she really didn't want to vent her fury on her best friend, but the redheaded woman decided to follow her.

"Oh come on Thena, what could be so bad that you can't take your friend's shit?"

“My problem is Lorraine Broughton”

Alice knew the complicated relationship her friend had with her second mother. She had even tried to persuade her to no start calling her 'Lorraine' instead of 'mother' or 'mama', but she also knew that her friend could be stubborn as a mule.

"Well, Thena, look on the nice side…"

"Al, there's no 'nice' side to this shit."

“Thena, don't say that. It's your mom"

“Listen to me very well Alice, she has NEVER been a mother. She has never cared in the slightest about me or my mom. The fact that her ovum was occupied to bring me into this world does not make her my mother."

Athena left before she could hear any reply from her friend, leaving her speechless and forcing her to follow her to her first class.

It's going to be a hard day, Alice thought.

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Y/N's foot tapped repeatedly on the floor, looking forward to sitting on the couch with the remote control in her right hand and a glass of red wine in her left.

It was already after 8:00 p.m. and there was no sign of her daughter, who normally arrived around 6:00 p.m.

The woman's thoughts stopped when she heard the front door open and close.

She quickly left the glass on the table in the living room and got up to stick her head towards the door.

She found a blonde mane; she was a little longer than when they first met, pretty hands leaving suitcases on the hall floor, and long, sexy legs covered in pretty stockings.

"Oh, it's you"

"Well, that's a very nice way to welcome me, darling" Lorraine teased as she bent down to open her suitcase and take out the gifts she had brought.

“Oh baby, believe me, I'm glad you're here” Y/N quickly hugged her wife's back and spread small kisses on it causing Lorraine to laugh “I'm just worried. Thena has not arrived"

“Let her breathe for a moment Y/N, she's 17, let her be. Stop worrying for a moment and come see what I brought you from Spain”

More interested, Y/N released her wife, who quickly placed before her eyes a package of Serrano ham and a beautiful bottle of Spanish red wine.

“Wow honey, you do have refined tastes” Y/N joked

“That's not the best part.” As if by magic, Lorraine pulled a pearl necklace from her coat pocket.

“Oh honey, they are beautiful. Where…?

"There is a Spanish island where they specialize in pearls" commented the blonde hugging her wife by the waist while they both looked at the jewelry.

"They are perfect. Thank you so much"

“But, the surprises do not end here. Go put on a great dress, my love, because as soon as Athena walks through that door, I'll take you to the best restaurant in town."

"Oh honey, that's not necessary"

“Of course it is necessary. I want to make up to my two girls for being away for almost 6 months”

As if it had been summoned, minutes later the door opened to close again with a loud bang. Without a doubt, it was Athena.

"Sweetie?"

"Yes mom?"

Both women stuck their heads into the hall watching how the girl began to untie the laces of her boots angrily.

"Hi cute"

The teen's head turned so dramatically, both mothers feared the girl had broken her neck.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well honey… I live here"

"Unfortunately…"

"Thena!" yelled Y/N

"You know what? I'm not for this shit" without further ado, Athena left her boots and started running up the stairs.

"Get dressed because we're going to dinner with your mother!" scream y/n

"No!"

"Athena Broughton I'm not playing!"

The teenager did not respond and the only thing that was heard was a loud slam.

"She hates me, right?"

Y/N didn't deign to answer. She didn't want to break her wife's heart, but she also didn't want to lie to her when the truth was right before her eyes.

“You know, maybe you two should go alone to dinner…”

“No, this is for three. I promise, no, I swear that tomorrow Thena and I will have a conversation."

"That soothes my soul a bit" Y/N replied between giggles.

Lorraine laughed too and planted a long, loud kiss on the temple of the black-haired woman.

"I love you"

"I love you much more"

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Athena's leg was bouncing frantically as she listened to the stupid anecdotes of the blonde woman in front of her.

"Thena, honey, stop moving your leg, you make me nervous" Y/N tried to joke

"Can we go now?"

"Honey, we just got here"

"I'm not in the mood to be here…"

"How have you been in school, Thena?" asked Lorraine

"Do you really care?"

"Clearly I care, Athena."

"Well, you have shown the opposite in the last 17 years"

"Athena!"

"Look, Thena, if I've been away for anything, it's so you'll have a bed to rest that ungrateful behind on."

"Lorraine!"

"I never asked you!"

"You didn't have to ask me, it's my obligation!"

"AN OBLIGATION THAT I DID NOT WANT TO GIVE YOU!"

"NOR AN OBLIGATION THAT I WANTED TO HAVE!"

"LORRAINE!"

The teenager got up and quickly left the restaurant.

Lorraine didn't even let Y/N say anything so she too got up and left the restaurant.

She knew it was a bad idea to go after her now. She would leave her alone for a while to go talk to her.

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"I can sit here?" asked Lorraine lightly kicking her daughter's boot. The girl didn't answer and just stepped aside, leaving her a space on the park bench. “Hey honey, I just want to let you know that what I said at the restaurant…isn't what I think at all. I love with all my heart being your mother."

"Don't lie Lorraine, we all know it's not true"

"Why do you think that is not true?"

"You've never been there for me, you don't know how much my mom and I have had to go through alone" Athena didn't realize she had started to cry until she saw the blonde woman and her own tears trying to clean her own " You don't know anything about me, you don't know my friends' names, you don't know which university I want to enter, what's more, I bet you don't even know the day I was born; I don't even remember when was the last time you hugged me."

Lorraine just let the girl cry as she ran her hand over her back. When the girl calmed down, it was time for Lorraine to speak again.

"I'm so sorry you feel that way, Thena" without realizing it, the blonde began to cry "I've never been very good at showing my true emotions; your mother knows very well what that shit is like” she laughed through her tears “not to mention how demanding my job is. I know I'm fucking shitty as a mother, I know that, and really, I'm so sorry" the crying began to intensify "you and your mother deserve someone who spends every fucking second of their lives with you, and your mother,instead I, who with a lot of luck I can come home. I'm sorry, sweet girl” Athena was surprised to feel the woman's arms surrounding her in a hug and feeling the tears on her neck “please don't hate me Thena, you are what I love the most in life. I couldn't live knowing that you hate me."

Athena could hear in her head the thousands of stories her mother told to justify the blonde woman, just like she could hear Alice trying to persuade her friend. She hated that someone else was right.

"I don't hate you, mother, even if I wanted to, I couldn't hate you"

"I would do it"

"You are not helping me"

They both laughed.

“Well, now that we're here,” Lorraine wiped away her tears, smiling in the process, “tell me how school has been. I want to hear it all"

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Y/N's feet carried her around the living room of her house, while her right hand held the phone to her ear.

She had been trying to communicate with her wife or daughter for more than an hour, but none showed signs of life, until she heard laughter at the front door, which opened and closed again.

"Where the hell were they?"

"Calm down mom. We were talking"

"but where?!"

"Calm down baby, you wanted me to improve my relationship with Thena, right? Well, I already did"

"My loves, I am very happy that you are better" she taken both of their cheeks and plant a kiss on both of their cheeks "but you had me extremely worried. So… both of you are completely grounded”

"What?"

"But mom…"

"Shut up Thena"

"You can't grounded me"

"Don't tempt me Lorraine"

Note:

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𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰

𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 (blurb)

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 (blurb)

𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 (pt. 1)

𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦 (We have eachother pt. 2)

𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 (pt. 1)

𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 (ft. Clarissa Dovey (Dovesso🤭))

𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 (Hope pt. 2)

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝑨𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆

𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 (pt. 1)

𝖠 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍

WIP (The butterfly effect pt. 2)

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[sere-rine]

~My Magnet~

Atomic Blonde Fan-fiction Imagine. (Lorraine Broughton x Fem Reader.) Summary: Lorraine came back to Y/n after leaving her suddenly to do some work in Berlin. Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Possessiveness..

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“Let’s head home.” Agent Kurzfield say to Lorraine once she takes her seat on the plane.

“Yes, home.” She said and flashes of her and Y/n suddenly flooded her mind. Their memories together, all the nights you are tangled together under her blanket and the way she would snaked her arms around your waist every time she gets a chance. 

Lorraine is an MI6 agent so love is not something she expects her life to have. But with Y/n, she just can’t help but be protective over the woman. She wants to spend all her free time with you and tell you how special you are to her. 

But now, she don’t know how to face you since she left you with nothing after an intimate night. She can’t help but be hopeful that in those almost three weeks she’s away, you would forgive her, well if you can’t, she’s going to give it her all to make you accept her in your life again. 

“So what are you going to do once we’re home?” The agent ask Lorraine and she sighed. 

“A lot.”

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Lorraine is now at her place and she found it clean, not even a dust. You are not in her bed nor in any corner of the room. She slumped at the couch and is convince that you are certainly not happy when she left. On the top of the storage of shoes beside her front door she found a set of key in a keychain. She heave a sigh and went to her closet. It’s your keys that she gave you, so you can just enter the flat whenever you want. 

She’s rummaging through her closet trying to find a clothes that is yours. She found one. A long sleeve dress that is black and white stripes. (The one on the GIF)

She takes a sip of alcohol and pulled the telephone to her. She punched your number and waited for your answer. 

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“Y/n, a call for you!” Your friend shouted from your bedroom. You looked up and head upstairs to answer it.

“Get out now will you? You need to give that clothes back Serena, i’m not kidding!” You said after putting the telephone on your ear, and your friend just laughed and yelled ‘Right, right!’

“Hello?” You said after your friend closed the door. You didn’t hear anyone on the other side so you asked again.

“Uhm, Hello? Who is this?” After that you waited for a second and looked at the telephone. Maybe Serena was just pranking you so you decided to drop the call. You are about to, but you heard a someone talked.

“I missed your voice.” Your breath hitched. You always thought that she just used you since you just met in a club. Have one intimate night and never thought that it’ll continue. You practically lived with her for a week and then for almost three weeks ago she left you with not a note nor anything. You waited for her that day but she never showed up. Every once a week you’ll come back to check on her, thinking she’s already home but she is not. You cleaned her condo and left the keys not wanting to come back again after three times.

And now she’s back but you don’t know what to feel. “Lorraine?” you asked even though you already know. That deep voice? You will never forget it, for it always bring goosebumps into your body. 

“Yes baby, it’s me.” She said and out of panic you drop the call. You bring the phone back to it’s place on the wall and looked at it. You waited for it to ring again. If it’s really Lorraine, she will call again. Seconds past and it didn’t so you release the breath that you unconsciously holds and sits at the edge of the bed. 

You flinched when the telephone rings and you run into it. You hold it first but you decided to answer it. “Hello?” You asked.

“It’s me, please don’t drop the call anymore babe.” She said and you can’t help but scoff at her. 

“God, where have you been? You left me and then you’re just gonna talked to me on the phone and say ‘I missed your voice?’ huh?” You said with building anger on you, and a mocking voice.

“Well it’s true. It’s true and i’m so sorry.” She said in a soft voice that you can’t help but melt at her apology. But you shrugged your thoughts. You are supposed to be mad at her. “I went to work. They needed me.” You rolled your eyes at her even though you know she can’t see it.

“Whatever, why did you call? What do you need?” You spat at the phone. You're not fuming anymore because now you know that she's safe. Your worries dissipates and relaxed feelings overcame you. But you know it’s just for now. You don’t know how you will react when you actually sees her, but that thought will be for next time.

"I need you." She told you and you just laughed.

"Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine. You don't need me. You want me." She paused for a second but continued.

"Wanting you is shallow, but needing you is something that I don't want to but I. can't. help." You pursed your lips and ended the call. You can't fall for that. She left you like that once, most likely, she'll do it again. You left your room even though you can hear the phone rings.

Serena entered your room without you noticing because she likes your mirror more than on her room. You continue to prepare the ingredients you need for your dinner. Serena caught your attention after she's finished "Y/n, are you going to go out later?” She asked you out of the blue.

“Nope, I’m staying in.” You said to her without even looking at her. She swiped her keys from the counter and hung her jacket onto her one arm.

"Ok, then I have a parcel that's going to arrive so, will you wait for it?" She asked and you just nodded at her.

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Hours passed and it's already dinner. You expect for Serena to join you so you prepared dinner for two. Exactly after you placed the last fork, someone rings the doorbell and you looked at the door out of instinct. Serena should just enter because you saw her get her keys.

You walked your way to the front door and you peeked at the peephole and saw a blonde woman who surely knows how to surprise you every fucking time.

You sighed and proceeded to open the door while your eye is rolling. "What are you doing here Lorraine?" You said in a monotone voice with a hint of irritation.

"Dinner." She said after she puts her shades out of her eyes and there you saw and remembered the feeling of her looking at you. The way she sent chills all over your body whenever her blue orbs were pierced at yours is something that you really missed no matter how hard you deny it.

"Sorry I prepared only for two people steak dish."

"Good, Serena told me your address." She uttered and I heave a sigh again. Of course it's her. She set you up and you shouldn't be surprised anymore.

"Yes, right, so you've talked to her?" You asked after stepping aside to let her in for you don't have any choice now. After a week of being with her, you knew already that she'll insist her way when it comes to you. 

“Yeah, on the phone earlier she answered it. She sounds nice.” She muttered lowly but enough for you to hear. She’s busy scanning the whole room and you guide her into the bar place where you prepared the dinner and waited for her to sit down while you’re already sat.

“Well I guess let’s eat.” You said after she sat down. The whole time you and her didn’t speak but you can feel and see in her peripheral vision that she keeps glancing towards you or the room. For you it’s awkward but for her you don’t know, being quiet is one of her specialty. Well that silence between the two of you was broken by her after dinner while you’re busy washing the dishes. She’s facing you and leaning the counter while you’re back is on her. You can smell the smoke that she’s puffing and you can’t help but feel the nostalgic feeling of being with her on that short amount of time. This feels like the same but you know it’s not.

“So Serena, she’s your friend huh?” She asked and you just answered her with a ‘hmm’. “Just your friend?” She continued and that’s when she got your attention. You turned off the faucet, dropped the spoons that you’re currently washing,wiped your hands and faced her.

“Yes, and so what if she’s more than just a friend?” You questioned her. 

“Nothing, it’s just, I hope you know you’re mine.” Your eyes widen at her sudden possessiveness over you and that made you laugh sarcastically.

“Wow, you came here to say that?” You fixed your posture and because she’s leaning on her back, your height are just the same. “After you left without even a notice, nor note?”

“It’s because of my job.” She casually said and it makes you mad now.

“I don’t even know your job. Haha, it’s so funny how much is your effect on me and all I know is the shallow things about you.” You said and puts your hand into your head.

“You does the same to me.” You looked up at her and her gaze is as piercing as ever.

“You know what I think? I think i’m just the woman who caught your fucking attention on that fucking bar, i’m just someone you found lovely because I submit to you better than anyone you had ever met and i’m just the woman who you think you can fucking use and fucking leave whenever you want to.”

“Don’t put words into my mouth. I have been through a lot just to see you again.” You seemed so high that you can’t even hear and comprehend what she’s saying. At the moment your vision is dark and all you want is to burst.

“If I let you in, into my life again and the heaven above knew how much I want to do that, who knows what more you can do? Who knows how much pain you can inflict to someone like me?” She was about to say something since she puts out her cigarette and also straightened her posture and now she’s looking down on you, but you ignored all of that and continue your outburst.

“I have been used physically and emotionally more than I have eaten and add this too much pain and too much torture. I am so fucking tired of my life. So don’t you ever say I’m yours if you don’t plan on keeping me.” You spat, you didn’t notice how your hands are on your head scratching you scalp and your breaths are now fast and deep. That’s where she stepped towards you and hold your wrists in between her and you. 

Your having a panic attack and she doesn’t know what to do. Your thoughts are spiraling and she can’t think of a better way to calm you down other than to crashed her lips into yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, your heartbeat seems to relax now that you’re back into your senses. “Fuck you.” You whispered at her.

“No, fuck you!” She hissed that left your mouth wide open. 

“Fuck you for thinking i’m only using you. You can’t stay into my condo for a week when i’m only using you.” You are speechless at her words and she’s not yet finish. 

“I have this dangerous job and I can’t guarantee my safety, but i’ll guarantee yours. I will sacrifice the whole fucking world for you and I felt that with just a week with you. What more when I spend the rest of my days with you?” You are about to say something but she puts her index finger into your lips to shut you up.

“Shh, and for your fucking information, I don’t just plan on keeping you because Y/n fucking L/n, you are in my fucking dreams. How the hell can you do that? So don’t you ever doubt me.”

“I can’t help but doubt you Lorraine and you can’t blame me. One day you just pop out of nowhere, bought me a drink, fuck me, spend a week with me and then left me. That’s not so assuring. In just a short moment, you managed to squirm your way into one of the unforgettable person in my life that I don’t wanna lose.” You spoke lowly, clearly tired.  

“I am in the middle of my work and all I can think about is you. Like you said, in just a short moment you managed to become my magnet. My job is so fucking vicious and time demanding. I may not came back for days, weeks, months, or years, but know that i’ll always come back to you. I want you to be the one waiting for me when I get home because you are better than most rewards and salaries I can get.”

You looked into her eyes to see any hint of falseness but no, she is so genuine that is overwhelming for you. You have never been looked at the way she’s gazing into your eyes. You can’t help it but close the small distance you two have. 

Your kiss is slow and passionate. You pour into this kiss all the feelings that you can’t voice out at her. Her one hand is gripping your waist, and the other one tapped your thigh. You jumped and wrapped your legs around her waist and she placed you into the kitchen counter. You made out like some horny teenagers now that both of your kisses are fiery and hungry. 

You pulled away after seems like forever and she used this opportunity not to stop but continue to ravish you down into your neck. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of her hands under you shirt, one groping your left breast and one caressing your right outer thigh. She bit and suck you all over your necks. You’re sure you’ll leave this kitchen counter with a lot of marks by her. 

“Lorraine, t-the d-dishes, ahh, hmm, I- i need to finish-” You didn’t get a chance to end your sentence because of her lips came back into your mouth.

“That dishes ain’t gonna run baby girl. And yes don’t worry, you’ll finish before this day ends.” She said and hungrily dive down into your neck again. She lift you off the counter and made her way into your bedroom, while you’re busy quietly gasping and moaning her name. Her blonde hair is now a mess because of your hold into it but she doesn’t care, neither of you did.

“Serena... Serena might b-be home any minute.” You said after she lays you in bed. She’s now sitting on your stomach and she removed her shirt. You can see her almost naked top part of her body. She’s is still with her brassiere and you are already drooling over her. The way your eyes scan her body, builds ego inside of her.

“Oh don’t worry, she’s safe on her friends’ house. No one is gonna disturb us tonight. I’m all yours, and you. Are. All. Mine.” You take a gulp and brace your self, for this is gonna be a long night. 

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