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naturesapphic · 5 months

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Rough day

Lorraine warren x fem!reader

Warnings: smut and hurt/comfort

The wind was blowing and the leaves were falling outside of your kitchen window as you were preparing dinner for you and your wife, lorraine.

The front door opened and it was closed softly and you heard footsteps coming your way. In came in your wife with tears dried on her face and her body looking slumped. You instantly frowned upon your wife’s state and you walk over to her immediately.

“My love? What’s troubling you…” you asked her with a low and gentle voice. She looked into your eyes and she started tearing up which made you worried even more. You laid both of your hands on her cheeks and gently wiped her tears away with the pads of your thumbs.

“We had a tv interview today and they were saying awful stuff about you and I. Saying slurs and saying that I should be ashamed of myself for marrying you.” She said quietly. Her confession made your stomach drop and your heart break. How can people be so judgmental and so awful? “Oh my love…”. You said softly and caressed her face in your hands. “What we have is real. You and me together. We are soulmates and meant to be. I love you so much lor.” You reassured her and she kissed your wedding ring that’s placed on your finger and you smiled up at her.

She slowly leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed her back just as softly and you cradled her head in your hands. You softly ran your fingers through your hair as her hands was settled on your back. Things were getting heated, not in a rough way, just in a soft and loving way. As Lorraine was kissing you, she was walking backwards into y’all’s shared bedroom, hands slowly caressing each other. She gently pushed you on the bed and you both giggled. She leaned down again to capture your lips in hers and slowly started taking off your dress.

You were now left in your undergarments and your wife was hypnotized by your beauty. “You’re so beautiful my angel.” She complimented you and you face got beet red. She smiled and you sat up starting to undress her. You took off her dress and left her in her undergarments. Y’all both looked at each other in awe and love. How can you be so lucky to have this incredible woman, and she thought the same thing. Lorraine kissed your neck and sucked the soft skin gently, leaving marks. You were panting and squirming at this point. You really needed her.

“L-lor…p-please..I need y-you..” you said shakily and she gives you a small smile. “Don’t worry honey. I got you. Just relax.” She said softly. “O-okay…” you said shakily. “Good girl.” She said as she smiled back at you. Lorraine started leaving kisses on your face telling you how much she adores your features and what each of them mean to her. After she gave attention to your face, she started down your neck to your shoulders and arms. She then goes on telling you that she loves your arms because they always give her the best embrace for whenever she needs it. Kissing to the valley of your breast, she takes one of your rosy pink nipples into her mouth and you gasp quietly at the pleasurable sensation. “O-oh….mmm.” You moan out to her softly and she smiles against them and switched to your other nipple giving it the same attention. After she was done with your breast, she started kissing your stomach all the way down to your legs, missing the spot where you needed her most.

You whimpered out and she gave you a soft look in return. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll get to your beautiful pussy in a minute.” She reassured you and you blushed profusely at her words. She knew the effect it had on you and yet she still gave you a small smile. She was kissing all over your legs, telling you how much she loves them and loves to touch them. After giving them attention. She kissed up to the spot where you needed her. She gave your pussy a long, soft kiss and you moaned at the simple action which made her smile grow bigger. “Awww baby…I barley even touched you and here you are moaning so loudly when I haven’t even done anything yet.” She teased you and you whimpered back. She used her warm tongue to separate your folds as she sucks softly on your aching clit. Your hips jerked up and she immediately grabbed your thighs gently and held them carefully so she doesn’t hurt you.

She kept sucking on your clit until you orgasmed and then she plunged her tongue into your sopping wet, aching hole, to which you screamed out her name like a chant, and started sucking out your juices into her starving mouth. You felt yourself coming into another orgasm and Lorraine knew it. She felt it. She kept tongue fucking you until you came undone for her and she started licking you clean until you had to push her head away. “T-too much l-lor…p-please…” you said pleadingly and she immediately pulled her face away from your pussy and gave you a loving kiss on your lips. She pulled away as you were panting and she whispered to you how good you are and what a good girl you were for her until your breathing was evened out.

You immediately changed places with her and started kissing her softly as you roamed your hands all over her body softly. You pulled away and looked into her eyes “is this okay?” You asked as your fingers were hovering over her pussy and she nodded and gave you a genuine smile to which you recuperated. You gently slide your fingers through her wet folds and softly slid one finger into her hole and she moaned out your name softly. You smiled and continued to pump your finger in and out of her until you slid another finger in. You kept going until her thighs were shaking and she was chanting your name loudly into the world. You used your thumb to circle her clit and after a few moments, she came undone with a loud cry.

You gently took your fingers out and started licking them clean to which Lorraine blushed at. You kissed her again and again as the rest of the night was filled with love making and y’all’s moans.

A/n: I hope y’all enjoyed! 👀 winter/Christmas requests are opened for all of the people that I write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

#lorraine warren x reader #lorraine warren x fem!reader #lorraine warren #vera farmiga #vera farmiga x reader #the conjuring #the nun #horror imagines #horror #wlw #wlw imagine #lesbian imagines

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notmanagingmymischief · 2 years

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐨𝐫-𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

Well, here's the last Halloween short. It was meant to be the first but of course i fucked it up and it didn't post. fml.

anyway. Enjoy <3

warnings: none

enjoy xx

Halloween wasn't really a big deal with the Warrens, usually. They mostly just let Judy dress up, go out for a while, then come back home. Ed was too nervous that Judy would get harmed, and Lorraine knew that the spirits and various demons that roamed around these parts quite enjoyed getting around that night. That is, until a few years ago. When you came into their lives. You appeared like a hallucination and took over the Warren's lives like a whirlwind. You'd gotten close with Lorraine, and then Ed, and before any of you knew it you'd ended up in their bed. Six months later, the couple had asked you to join their relationship as more than a bedmate, and you'd eagerly accepted. That was two years ago, now you live with them and are existing in lovely domestic bliss; besides the demons of course.

But today is Halloween, and for once you've convinced both of them to let you take Judy out. You've already donned your costume, a rough rendition of Morticia Addams, and are helping Judy braid her hair into Dutch braids to match your theme as a teenage Wednesday. With one done, you move onto the second, and ask "So, are you excited?" The brunette smiles and replies "Um, yeah, of course I am! Mom and dad never let me go out for more than, like, thirty minutes." You chuckle, shaking your head at your partner's overprotectiveness. They obviously had a reason to be wary, and they weren't wrong for being nervous about this kind of thing. But they trust you, and you would never let Judy get hurt. Ever. Once you tie off the second braid, dropping it to lay against Judy's chest, you stand back up and clap your hands together, smiling proudly. "You look absolutely amazing, darling," you exclaim, and Judy grins, spinning in place to show you the whole costume. It looks amazing, of course, so after a bit of dark eyeshadow and eyeliner, she's done. You do the same for yourself, putting on your fake nails and makeup.

With one last nod to yourself in the mirror, you gesture to the door for Judy to follow, and head out into the sitting room, where Lorraine and Ed sit together talking quietly between themselves. You clear your throat, gaining their attention, and the two brunettes glance over to you and their daughter. Fond smiles immediately bloom on both their faces, and Lorraine is the first to stand and approach you. She cups Judy's face between her hands, tilting it to the side and inspecting your work. Then she looks to you and says "You did wonderful, darling." You shrug, smug smile playing on your lips as you state "Of course I did. I've been trick-or-treating since I was a kid, I know what I'm doing." Lorraine rolls her eyes playfully but steps in front of you anyway and presses a soft kiss to your lips as Ed also appears at her side, checking out his daughter and then your costumes, nodding in approval. "Wednesday and Morticia, eh?" he asks, and Judy nods eagerly, making the three of you chuckle. After a few more minutes of talking through the rules, you promising to stay safe and that you know how to take care of yourself, and giving your partner's quick kisses, and you're off.

You quickly check your lipstick in the mirror by the door and sigh when you see it slightly messed up, quickly fixing it and calling out "You messed up my lipstick!" It's teasing, and faintly you hear Ed shout "Too bad!" and it makes you laugh. You don't get the chance to respond before Judy's dragging you out the door with a laugh of her own. A dark leather bag over Judy's shoulder, the two of you turn right and start heading down the block. You point out decorations and laugh when Judy's eyes light up at the bright lights and skeletons draped with spiderwebs. Within thirty minutes, you've gained at least a dozen compliments on your matching outfits, and have had four women say something along the lines of "Aww, how sweet, you and your daughter match!" and each time you've laughed, thinking "If they only knew." Plus, Judy already has more candy than she's ever gotten in past years, apparently--it's a thought that makes you very happy, and quite proud of yourself.

Soon, you approach a large house, dark and ominous; the perfect stereotypical Halloween mansion. You can feel Judy's nervousness from where you stand, and as much as you love the girl, you also know that no Halloween is complete without at least one scare. Plus, you know the people who live here, and they're amazing at that kind of thing--you've gotten spooked more than once here. So with a little smirk, you gently push her up the walk and towards the house, mumbling "Go on, I'm sure it looks scarier than it is," and the girl believes you. You almost feel bad for taking advantage of her trust like this...but not quite. So you watch her take cautious steps towards the looming home, glancing rapidly side to side, just waiting for something to happen. But nothing does, and you see her relax almost imperceptibly. But not even seconds later, she lets out a scream as someone sprints at her in some sort of devil costume, running past her with a shout. Judy jumps backwards and you burst into laughter, holding your stomach as you cackle. Judy glares back at you and shouts something like "Screw you, y/n!" It makes you gasp and hold your chest, calling back "Language, young lady!"

She just rolls her eyes and walks forward again, as confident as she can. It seems like the home owners are going easy this year as the only other scare they do is swinging the door open with a loud "boo!" that makes Judy jump back again, holding her chest and breathing heavily. The older lady in the doorway laughs, and holds out a whole handful of candy to drop into Judy's bag. She catches sight of you and another smile spreads across her face as she waves, calling out "Hey, y/n!" You smile back, jogging up towards the house as you reply "Evening, Diana!" The blonde asks how you've been and you shrug, making a so-so motion with your hand and saying "Pretty good. Taking Judy here out for her first proper Halloween," as you clap your "daughter"'s shoulder, an action which earns you a grumble from the girl. You exchange a few more words with Diana before dismissing yourself with a wave and returning with Judy to the sidewalk. Once you're away from the house the girl mumbles "That was mean of you, y/n." You sigh, bending down a bit and apologizing for not telling her. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I just wanted to let you get in a good spook. I won't let it happen again, okay?"

The brunette nods, and you two continue on with your night. But as it starts to get dark, and you check your watch to see it being nearly 9, you finally say "Alright, time to head back. Your parents will get worried." Judy sighs unhappily, but doesn't argue, knowing you're right. The two of you talk quietly about the night as you return home, Judy swinging her candy bag by her side with one hand and holding yours with the other. It only takes ten minutes or so before you've arrived, and you let Judy go inside first, closing the door behind her with a soft click before following the hyperactive child into the sitting room once again. Unsurprisingly, you find her parents sitting there, Lorraine cuddled up against Ed's side, who has his arm around her shoulder. She looks to be napping, but wakes as soon as Judy skips into the room, exclaiming "Mom, dad! We're back!" The woman sits up quickly, standing and looking over the two of you before finally relaxing once she knows you're alright. With a relieved sigh, she comes forward, listening to Judy tell her all about what the two of you had gotten up to. You gain a playful glare from both of them when Judy mentions you conveniently forgetting to tell her about the one house's reputation for giving children heart attacks.

Once Judy takes a breath, pausing her rapid-fire speaking, you finally get to cut in with "And we were very careful, so you don't have to worry about anything." Both Ed and Lorraine give you a grateful look, and you earn a soft, loving kiss from the latter that you sigh into contentedly. Soon the four of you settle in for the night, agreeing to let Judy stay up a bit later than normal to watch a movie, still in costume. She acquires the spot between her parents, while you get the luxury of cuddling into Lorraine, a position which doesn't take long to become your head in her lap as her runs her fingers through your hair. And once Judy goes to bed, Ed pulls you up so you're draped across both of them, legs across Lorraine's lap and head now on Ed's. He leaves a kiss on your forehead, your nose, both cheeks, and finally your lips, each one making you giggle breathlessly while Lorraine's fingers run across your thighs. It's not an action meant to lead to more, simply a soft, comforting touch that leaves shivers on your skin through your dress. The three of you spend the rest of the night there, and when you also go to bed, you fall asleep with the feeling of Lorraine's head snuggled into your collar and Ed's arm wrapped around both of you protectively.

#lorraine warren #lorraine warren x reader #ed warren #ed warren x reader #ed warren x lorraine warren x reader #ed warren x lorraine warren #the conjuring #vera farmiga #patrick wilson #fanfiction #romance #halloween special #polyam #imagine #ficlet #x reader #fem!reader #polyamourous #lgbtq

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normabateswife · 2 years

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Smut for your Sapphic Soul

Well, sometimes all we need is a little sapphic smut. Eat your heart out.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14040411/1/Twist-Of-Faith (X-Files/Conjuring Crossover, Sapphic Smut)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14040861/1/A-Turn-Of-Events (Bates Motel, Norma Bates x Female Reader, Sapphic Smut)

#fanfic #fanfiction #normabates #norma bates #bates motel #the conjuring #the conjuring universe #lorraine warren #sapphic #smut #norma bates x reader #dana scully #crossover #x reader #lgtbtq #ao3 #x female reader #x fem!reader #vera farmiga

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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masterlist <3

one shots, headcanons, poetry, and art.

i half ass the edits so sorry for typos!! i wrote most of these during covid so they’re not great lmao. i’ll chalk my cringing up to personal growth…enjoy.

one shots

all include fluff | slight angst/comfort: ☽ | nsfw/smut implied: ☼

inspired by f4f audio or a scene from a wlw audiobook: ✩

gifs and images aren’t mine but i do put the home collages together

includes: fem!reader, soft d/s moments, comfort, flirting, domestic bliss, meet cute, polyamory, reader is basically a bottom because i can’t help it!

Sarah Paulson

• ice cream

• come here often? pt.1 - first meeting

• come here often? pt.2 - first date (wip)

• come here often? pt.3 - relationship timeline (wip)

Billie Dean Howard

• wait a damn minute pt.1 ✩ ☼

• wait a damn minute pt.2/prequel - nyc trip ✩

• wait a damn minute pt2.5/prequel - central park ✩☼

• wait a damn minute pt.3 - dinner party (wip) ✩ ☼

• company retreat escapades pt.1 ✩

• holiday retreat escapades pt.2

• all the banquet escapades pt.3/prequel - relationship timeline (wip)

• dodie songfic storyline ☽

Lana Winters

• let me take care of you ✩

Cordelia Goode

• mine ✩

Audrey Tindall

• attention ✩

• starry night

• common cold

• burning questions

Ally Mayfair-Richards

• gentle pt.1 ✩ ☼

• (less) gentle pt.2 ☼

• (even less) gentle pt.3 (wip) ☼

Wilhemina Venable

• aftercare ✩

• birthday cuddles ✩

• movie night

Alice Macray

• good morning indeed ✩

Vikki Hiller

• some of our firsts pt.1 - first day / meeting ✩

• some of our firsts pt.2 - first date ✩

• some of our firsts pt.3 - first time ✩ ☼ ☽

• some of our firsts pt.4 - first fight ✩ ☽

Abby Gerhard

• a lovely coincidence pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.2 - first date ✩

• a lovely coincidence pt.3 - last shower ✩

Xandra Terrell

• welcome home ✩

Mildred Ratched

• i am here ✩ ☽

• i suppose

Harriet Hayes

• valentine (wip) ✩ ☼

Diane Sherman

• i don’t normally do this pt.1 - first meeting ✩

• i don’t normally do this pt.2 - established relationship ✩

Tammy

• only 6 more days ✩

• yoga for free???

Dr. Ellie Staple

• not so quiet in the library ☼

• new nurse ✩ ☼

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MULTIPLE CHARACTERS x READER

Wilhemina Venable + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• the tok

Audrey Tindall + Billie Dean Howard x reader

• “sick day”

headcanons

poetry by me

art by me

• sarah paulson fan art (+ friends)

gifs, photos, and fanart that i love:

[◉"] = photos, but the rest are gifs

this is more for me than anyone else but feel free to check these out i guess lmao, credit to all the creators!

INCLUDES:

actresses (+ their characters): sarah paulson, cate blanchett, miranda otto, vera farmiga, rebecca hall and bella heathcote, suranne jones and sophie rundle, sandra oh and jodie comer, kathryn hahn, jean smart and hannah einbeinder fanart: kya x lin beifong, sue and lin beifong

sarah paulson

cate blanchett

jean smart (+hannah einbinder)

other actresses/ships

fanart

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gvssdee · 3 years

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we can't. | vera farmiga x fem!reader

The town didn't look any different the last time she'd seen it, it was still dark yet somehow full of colors at the same time. A mystery she'd never quite solved, not that she ever had the time to.

Perhaps she could have. [Y/N] thought. Had it not happened. Or rather, had she not happened.

It's been atleast half a year, and most of the people she knew in the town had either fled to another country or are unable to greet her with all their family stuff. Still, she could've appreciated if not a grand welcome— a welcome.

Nonetheless, [Y/N] made her way to the familiar right corner, the house furthest away from others. It was getting prepared to be sold, considering no one— [Y/N]— doesn't live there anymore. She'd left a few important things, though. Hence the comeback.

The repairmen were not present today, and the house couldn't be anymore lonely than it already is. Bummer, [Y/N] thought, she had brought snacks incase there was any present. Huffing a frustrated sigh, [Y/N] placed the bag of food on top of a random furniture covered with a sheet. It was hers back then, it came with the house when she bought it, and it stays with the house regardless she left or not.

30 minutes, [Y/N] had promised herself, 30 minutes and she was going to leave forever. Which was incredibly terrifying. 6 months had passed and yet it still feels as though maybe she left her heart with the house. She thought maybe coming back would fix the hole of unsatisfaction, she thought maybe seeing the house empty and getting repaired for another person to live in would leave her satisfied with her choice.

It didn't.

"And here I thought you were never coming back."

[Y/N] jumped a few feet from the front door, refusing to look back at the person who owned that voice. That familiar, soothing voice. Honestly, it never once not amuse her just how Vera Farmiga's voice calmed her during those times.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." She added, stepping away for a moment before she stopped in her tracks— probably to observe [Y/N] just like how she always do back then. "You look good."

With her eyes still pinned to the closed door of her old house, [Y/N] replied with, "Thanks. Can't say the same to you."

"'Course not when you refuse to look at me."

[Y/N] could feel Vera grin. She suppressed hers, however, not wanting to give Vera any reaction that might signify they were back to being fine— they weren't. And maybe will never be.

"[Y/N]."

"Why are you here?"

"Heard you came by in the town so I... wanted to see you for myself." Vera answers sincerely it almost made [Y/N] lunge at her and kiss her like how she used to. Used to. Times were different now. And the pain Vera caused her still lingered.

"Well you see me now." [Y/N] stated, trying to keep her voice steady and firm. She'd been imagining different ways she'd meet Vera again, and imagined more scenarios enough to keep her from showing any unwanted emotions.

Such as the affection [Y/N] still feels for her.

She sighed at the thought, and came to a conclusion of how coward she must've looked like refusing to see Vera again. But who could blame her? Vera Farmiga had the chance to choose, and she chose him. Despite all their memories in the house, despite all those affectionate looks and touches, all those unspoken words— Vera Farmiga chose Patrick Wilson. Not [Y/N]. And she just needs to remind herself of that as she turned to see the very woman responsible of the pain she's still feeling.

Vera looked... vulnerable and exhausted. She looked thinner, tiny even, and it's only been 6 months. What the hell happened? [Y/N] tried not to react, suppressing any remorse she felt as she looked at Vera.

"Do you want me to go?" Vera asks, voice barely steady. "I just... I never got to apologize to you, is all. And I really just wanted to see you."

"Me too."

It came out of [Y/N]'s mouth too fast before she could even think of it. There's no use crying over a spilled milk, but she mentally slapped herself anyway.

Vera didn't look amused at the response, though, and instead, lets out a pained sigh. "I wanted you. Since from the start. And when you left— I realized I didn't just want you. I needed you. But [Y/N]..." Vera took a step closer, and closer, until [Y/N] could barely think of anything but Vera's warm breath and her awestrucking eyes. Those damned, too good to be true, eyes. "We just can't." It was a whisper, a soft voice pleading for [Y/N] to stay even if her words contradict such pleading.

We just can't.

"I know. I know, Vera." [Y/N] says, her voice breaking each second as she brought her hands up to Vera's face, cupping her cheeks, the anger vanishing as she does. "I missed you."

"I do too. So fucking much I can't help it. I want to run away with you, grow old with you, and perhaps die with you. I want to do that, [Y/N]. I want to do that so bad—"

"But we can't."

"We can't."

Their lovestory had been beautiful. From their clumsy beginning, to their painful ending. And so for the last time, they spent the afternoon together, eating the snacks initially for the missing repairmen and talked.

[Y/N] wasn't afraid of selling the house, no. She was afraid of losing the memories she's made together... with Vera. And as the afternoon passed by, and the moon came lightening up the dark sky; [Y/N] was even more afraid.

"I'm sorry, [Y/N]." Vera started, her eyes fixated on her feet currently swinging to and fro. The couple were on the balcony, the view of the town visible enough for them to admire. "I should've chosen you."

"Yeahh," [Y/N] pursues her lips. "I'm so mad how easily I can forgive you. You do know that I came back into the town telling myself no way am I ever going to do so?"

Vera lets out a hearty chuckle; it was when she scrunches her nose and closes her eyes too adorably for [Y/N] to even comprehend.

It died out eventually, and her face shifted to a sad expression, "I'm so selfish for that. I knew how hurt you would be, yet I still chose him. But deep down, I would always choose you. Even until now. I was just so afraid that time."

"And now?"

"I still am."

[Y/N] wanted to be mad at her, to confront her just how coward she is. But seeing Vera like this; in pain, unable to make a choice she wants to choose, [Y/N] can't be. Vera looked emotionally and physically hurt, just the same as [Y/N] and if not, even more.

"I love you so much, you know?" Vera confesses, biting her bottom lip. "I love you so much I almost can't bear the pain to see you leave again."

Her lover stared thoughtfully at her, and smiled reassuringly. "I will never not love you too, Vera."

[Y/N] sealed their goodbyes with a kiss, and Vera held her lover once more in her arms knowing this was going to be the last time she'll ever see [Y/N]. And that thought just breaks every inch of her. But it had to be done.

In this kind of world, love can't win. Not even the greatest love of all time. [Y/N] stayed for awhile, letting Vera be the one to walk away. Letting herself feel the same way Vera did when she was the one to do so. And as Vera disappeared from her sight, [Y/N] set her mind in winning their love in their second life. If there ever was.

#fanfic #imagine your otp #prompts #reader insert #writing #vera farmiga #aloe vera #lmaooo #lorraine warren #lorraine warren x reader #vera farmiga x reader #hurt/comfort #hurt comfort #hurt no comfort #angst #fluff #lesbian #sapphic #wlw

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ariana-maryse · 3 years

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You are 100% going to get sick of seeing my name and dealing with my requests but that won’t stop me!😌

Please may I ask for.. Norma Bates (Bates Motel) x Fem!Reader (afab)

Imagine being punished by Norma Bates (reason for punishment is author’s choice.😉)

Bonus cookies for Mommy kink because Norma is ultimate Mom energy.😍💘

What I'm gonna get sick of is us not being able to cosplay Needy and Jennifer like we were clearly destined to.

You already know I wanna do this one. I would sell my soul just so I could drink Vera Farmiga's backwash out of an old can of Surge.

#norma bates #bates motel #request #mommymilks

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milfloveer · 3 months

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I wanna slow dance in my living room with the love of my life while 'Can't help falling in love' plays in the background (Preferably with Lorraine Warren pls) 🥹

Is it that much to ask? 😩

#wlw #lorraine warren #lorraine warren imagine #lorraine warren x you #lorraine warren x reader #vera farmiga #vera farmiga x fem!reader #vera farmiga x reader #vera farmiga fanfiction #lorraine warren x fem!reader #lorraine warren x y/n #the conjuring #the conjuring 2 #the conjuring universe #the conjuring: the devil made me do it

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milfloveer · 3 months

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I NEED MORE LORRAINE WARREN FANFICS 😭

I'm so in love with her it's not even healthy gosh 😩

#wlw #lorraine warren #lorraine warren imagine #lorraine warren x reader #lorraine warren x fem!reader #ed warren x lorraine warren x reader #vera farmiga #vera farmiga fanfiction #vera farmiga x fem!reader

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naturesapphic · 2 years

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Should I start writing for Lauren jauregui?

#lauren jauregui #fifth harmony #natasha romanoff x reader #jade west x reader #Lauren jauregui x reader #lauren jauregui x fem!reader #lady alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #lorraine warren x fem!reader #vera farmiga x reader #tiffany valentine x fem!reader #tiffany ray valentine

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naturesapphic · 2 years

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I will kiss anyone if someone keeps making Lorraine warren fanfics

Please I’m so hungry for more fics of her 😩

#lorraine warren x fem!reader #lorraine warren #lorroraine moran #lorraine warren x reader #the conjuring #vera farmiga x reader #vera farmiga

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notmanagingmymischief · 3 years

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𝐿𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃 | 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝓎'𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒?

I'm indecisive and couldn't choose a title, so my therapist did it for me. enjoy.

also, unless explicitly stated, all of my Lorraine fics take place in an AU where Ed and Lorraine aren't married.

PS, The Devil Made Me Do It spoilers ahead. You've been warned.

title source: "all i want" by kodaline

warnings: death, angst, honestly not much romance in this one just bad pacing and sadness

word count: 3.6K

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enjoy xx

"Lorraine, why can't you wait until we can both go?" You pace back and forth in front of one of your best friends who holds a book tightly in her arms. Her brows are pulled tight as she watches you, but no matter how hard you try to convince her to wait, she won't listen. And eventually Ed calms you down enough to let her leave. Before she does, Lorraine walks to you and places both of her hands on either side of your face, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I promise I'll be careful, dear." Though you're still wary, you nod and clench the fabric of her blouse tightly in your hands, holding her against you for a little bit longer before letting her go. The brunette steps back, and with one last disarming smile, mumbles her goodbyes and leaves.

You watch the woman's retreating form intently as she walks towards her car, eyes boring into her head while Ed talks behind you. Once the car has pulled out of the drive and disappeared behind the tree line, you finally turn back to face him with a sigh, dropping your head into your hands. "She'll be fine, y/n. I'm sure." Ed says and you shake your head in resignation, looking at him and replying "But what if she isn't? Ed, you saw what happened last night, what if the woman targets her next? She must know that you didn't go through with whatever she had planned, there's a total possibility that she'll just go straight for Lorraine!" Even with Lorraine's promises, even after everything she's gone through and proven that she can handle herself, you care so much about her and letting her knowingly walk into a trap makes you want to throw up.

You begin pacing again, already unable to stay in one spot now that you know Lorraine is out there, unprotected and vulnerable, while it seems you're the only one worried for her. Still Ed just tries to soothe you by saying "Y/n, Lorraine knows what she's doing. She can do this one little thing, besides, that woman has been seen to attack at night. She has hours." You try to see the bright side, listen to what Ed is saying and believe that Lorraine will be okay, but every bone in your body is telling you to not trust it. Ed takes your hand in his, squeezes it tightly, and smiles softly. So finally, you force yourself to sit down and begin helping him and Drew with the case files.

It's been four hours. Four hours and all you have to connect these cases is the location. But then you've got Jessica's case. She lived near Boston, that's almost two hundred miles away from this case. "Hey, where did Jessica find her totem?" Your head raises from the file you're investigating when Ed asks a question you can actually answer. "I just saw something about that actually," you say, and begin to rifle through the things you've already gone through until you come across the folder you're looking for. Picking it up, you read through the words on the paper; "It says that she brought the thing home in a box. From college." "Where did she go to college?" Eyes skittering around the page, you finally freeze. Not looking up, you mumble "Fairfield." That's only miles away from Arne's case location, you realize. Ed moves his pin, sticking it in it's new destination of Fairfield, New Jersey.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, you cry out and double over as your chest explodes in pain. Ed rushes to your side as you try to figure out what's happening, but it just gets worse. Your mind runs as it tries to find out any explanation as to why your intuitions would be kicking in now, when suddenly you gasp "Lorraine!" and shoot from your seat, knocking Ed off balance and stumbling backwards, just barely catching himself on his cane. You scramble for your coat and keys as both him and Drew try to figure out what's happening, but you don't have time to say anything more than "She's in trouble!" before you're flying out the door and towards your car. Vaguely you heard Ed calling your name but it all fades away as you pull the door closed and slam your foot on the gas, peeling out of the Warren's driveway in record time.

It doesn't take you long to hit the highway at the speed you're going, but you could care less about getting pulled over. You're too worried about Lorraine, because somehow you know this pull. This isn't the intuition of "we're close to finding something", this is "Someone you love is in danger. Run." And when it speaks, you listen. 'I need to get to Father Kastner's house.' is the only thing on your mind as you speed down the road, eyes trained on the path ahead of you. It's dark and dangerous to be going this fast right now, but none of that is important as your mind begins thinking up all the possible scenarios that could happen. You need to focus.

The brakes scream in protest as you slam down on them, and the car screeches to a halt. Not bothering to check that everything is off, you throw your body out of the vehicle and immediately see Lorraine's parked not very far ahead. You immediately dash towards the house. The front door is locked, and no matter how much you bang on it no one answers. Eventually you get too impatient and run around the building to look into each window. Finally you arrive at one of the back ones, and peer inside. It seems you came just in time, as you see familiar looking figure disappear down a hidden staircase. A second later, someone pushes the bookshelf that hides the passage from view back over the opening. It's Father Kastner. Eyes wide, you watch him sit back down at his desk, but there's something wrong. A presence, something so strong you can feel it outside. It's volatile, malevolent.

'She's here. Run.'

So you do, whirling around and trying to find another way into the place. There's no way in hell you're going into that room, but you have no idea how else to access those tunnels. That is, until you nearly fall flat on your face after tripping over something. When you look down and see trap doors, your first instinct is to open them, but then you notice the padlock and chain keeping them shut. When tugging on them did (obviously) no good, you instead search around for some sort of way to break in. After a few minutes of looking, you thank your lucky stars when you find a stone mallet of some sort in the shed on the bottom of the hill, and make quick work of the chains. You're inside a minute later, having jumped into the hole and landing painfully on your feet, and brush yourself off. All the while your eyes dart from place to place, making sure nothing (or no one) sneaks up on you.

Your legs ache from the fall, but you clutch the tool tightly in your fist and steel your resolve. Your knuckles turn white from the pressure and you finally make up your mind, going to the right after some deliberation, and taking off in a sprint. Your head swivels side to side, and you keep an ear out for any noise or indication of Lorraine's location. But your pounding footsteps are the only sound in these winding paths, echoing through the empty air. Finally you stop, completely out of breath. Hands on your knees, you pant and try to figure out how else to locate Lorraine. When nothing comes to find you stomp your foot down and let out a frustrated cry as tears build in your eyes. You can't lose her, not now, not ever. Just as you begin to finally lose hope, you hear a distressed cry. It sounds like Lorraine and is coming from your left.

Immediately you jump to your feet and take off in the direction of her voice. The sounds begin to get louder and the tingle in your chest heightens to a searing heat. Finally, you round a corner and see her. She trips backwards, trying to back away from something, and in front of her, just meters away from you, is a tall, thin figure. It seems to be a woman, but you can't focus on that as you see the glint of metal. She's holding a blade, you realize, and finally jump into action. The strange woman lunges at Lorraine, tackling her to the ground and raising the weapon above her head to strike, and for some reason you drop the hammer and instead snatch a large, jagged rock from the ground beside you. Without wasting a moment, as Lorraine grapples with the woman on top of her, you strike; with one swift motion you jump forward and bring the rock down on the other woman's skull, hard. It does as intended, presumably knocking her out as she goes slack and falls to the side.

It gives Lorraine the chance to skitter away, and you watch her look down at the woman before looking back to you. Adrenaline coursing through your veins and causing your body to shake uncontrollably, you're disheveled and messy, probably covered in dust too, but Lorraine doesn't hesitate to throw herself into your arms. You drop the rock and hold her tightly. She's shaking nearly as hard as you are, and her ragged breaths ghost heavily over your skin. The brunette doesn't let go for a long time, and neither do you, recovering from the shock of the moment. But you reason that eventually the stranger you knocked out will wake up, and you don't want either of you to be anywhere close when she does. So you pull away a few inches, checking Lorraine's face for any visible injuries before saying "Oh thank god you're alright," your voice choked up.

The older woman lets out a shuttered breath and nods shakily, replying "I'm fine. But what are you doing here, I told you to stay at home!" You shake your head, tightening your grip on her body as you say "I wasn't going to let you do this alone. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to you, Rainey." The nickname, given to her by you when you were just children, makes tears sting in Lorraine's eyes, but she blinks them away and reluctantly nods, finally moving back and slightly brushing herself off. The shakes have mostly faded from your bodies, and with one last glance down at the crumpled sorceress, you nod to Lorraine to lead the way.

You and Lorraine spend what feels like hours walking around, searching for god knows what. But Lorraine seems to know what she's looking for, and you don't doubt her one bit. And your trust pays off, because after forever, you come across a large, open room. In the middle of the space is what looks to be an alter, made of stone and covered in ritualistic tools. Lorraine lets out a little noise before heading over to it. She looks over the various items on the surface before she grips the edge tightly and tries to tip it over, or something. You've arrived beside her but just by looking at the thing you can tell it's sturdy, so after a few seconds you put your hand on Lorraine's and state "Lorraine, that's not gonna work. It's solid, we need some sort of...heavy tool to break it." You curse under your breath and mumble "That mallet would have come in handy right about now."

Lorraine glances at you and finally stops struggling, opening her mouth to say something. But before she can, you hear a familiar voice call out her name. Instantly she screams "Ed!" and spins on her heel, sprinting in the direction you two came from. Panicked, you speed off after her, calling the woman's name. But she doesn't stop or turn back, still running and calling out your brother's name. You're already out of breath, but you watch Lorraine turn another corner and disappear from your sight and force you body further forward. Except, once you also round that corner...she's not there. Lorraine is nowhere to be found, and when you shout her name you get no response. That gut feeling returns, screaming at you to do something because soon, something terrible is going to happen if you don't.

But you have absolutely zero idea of where the brunette went and no leads to work with. Stumbling around this place is only going to lead to more confusion, so with a quiet, pitifully whimpered sob, you turn and plan to head back to the alter room. You get lost a few times, but your intuition eventually gets you back on track. Soon enough though, it returns to that painful burn in your chest and throat until it's nearly suffocating and you're clutching your chest, stumbling around blindly before the pain leaves you all at once and sends you sprawling onto your hands and knees on the hard, dusty ground. You have to take a few minutes to catch your breath, the abrupt shift affecting you quite heavily. But once you're good, you return to your feet carefully and begin walking forward again.

It seems that the world isn't giving you any breaks tonight because only minutes into your continued journey you hear a strange sound; like fire crackling, or a match being lit. Suddenly it hits you; the witch is awake, and most likely casting another spell. Your suspicions are confirmed when once again an ear shattering scream rings through the tunnels. This time you know it's Lorraine, and throw caution to the wind as you begin running, all the while screaming Lorraine's name at the top of your lungs. You receive no audible response for too long, until at last, as you take a deep breath to shout again, a high pitched "Y/N!!" hits your ears, and you backpedal. It's from behind you, and you thank god it's near. Freezing, you shout for her again, and she returns the call; this time you think you can pinpoint the source, and in moments you're going. It doesn't fail you, because seconds later you're skidding to a stop, back in the alter room.

The witch is nowhere to be seen, but instead a horrifying sight plays out in front of you. Lorraine, on the floor, scrambles away from the figure who towers over her. And who is that? It's your brother. It's Ed, clutching your mallet and panting. He's clearly out of his mind and Lorraine pleads him to stop, to put it down, to remember her. But it doesn't work, and you watch in frozen terror as Ed raises the heavy hammer above his head, positioning it to come down upon Lorraine's vulnerable form. You don't think. Your head goes completely blank. Nothing else matters, and you dive towards the two, effectively shoving Lorraine just barely out of the trajectory of Ed's swing. And then it connects with the back of your head.

Lorraine screams, louder than you've ever heard her scream.

You let out a quick breath and collapse forward.

Blood instantly begins dripping from your wound, but you don't feel much pain. It's uncomfortable, yet more like a severe migraine than anything. But you know something is wrong by the way Lorraine is acting. She's panicking, shouting your name and begging you to stay with her. Voice thick with emotion, you mumble "Lorraine? What's--What's wrong? Are you okay?" It seems to confuse the woman momentarily, but then her eyes leave yours and move upwards, begging someone to do something. Her words are muffled and your head starts to swim a bit, and feels like it's going numb. It's an off-putting sensation and makes you let out a quiet grumble. You try to push yourself up, but can't muster enough strength to sit up completely, and eventually give up and just fall back to the floor defeated.

Lorraine is still talking, but soon it peters out, and faintly the sound of something heavy being dropped to the floor hits your ears, but you could be wrong. Then hands are on your body, someone pulls you into their lap. By this point your vision has begun to flicker, and finally you remember what happened. How you'd forgotten so fast beats you, but you can recall being struck over the head, and soon you realize what's happening. You're dying. The thought is...strange. You've never been afraid of death. You greeted it like an old friend because, although it wasn't a desirable outcome, in the end it happened to everyone. And once your time came, you figured that you were ready. Though that was all before you fell in love and realized that you didn't want to die, you didn't want to leave her. But that's exactly what's happening to you now, and you're not sure how to feel about it.

"Y/n, please, please sweetheart. Please stay with me, you have to hang on." Lorraine's begging finally becomes clear as your hearing sharpens at once, and you can hear everything. Her hands are pressed to your head but you know that there really isn't any point. This is the end, and even though it hurts knowing you'll never get to tell her how you feel, get to have a life with the woman you love, at least it doesn't hurt too bad. Now Ed's speaking too, his and Lorraine's words overlapping but voicing the same things. Please. Don't leave. Stay with us. You blink your eyes open to catch a glimpse of Lorraine's side profile, face pressed against your collar, and with slow, shaky movements, you raise your hand and rest it on her shoulder. The brunette's face immediately turns to you with hopeful eyes, but the hope diminishes in seconds when she sees your expression.

And she realizes you're content. She realizes that you've come to terms with what's happening, and you're no longer fighting. Even though she wants desperately for you to fight, needs you to fight, she knows that once you've made up your mind there's no changing it. Besides, how the hell are they supposed to get you help from down here? No one else knows you three are here. The awareness hits her all at once and before she knows it she's weeping harder, clutching your body desperately and begging you to live with everything she's got. Ed's just as distressed, knowing that this is his fault. You're laying here, dying, and it's all because of his actions. He knows just as well as Lorraine that there's no way you'll make it, and knows that he'll never forgive himself for it. His baby sister, dying at his own hand. It breaks his heart and soon he's also crying.

You let a few tears escape, but besides that you don't show any fear. A sad smile sits on your lips as you watch Lorraine. You feel terrible for leaving her like this, but it's your time. You feel your heart slowing, your sight dims further, and you know that it's almost all over. With this thought in mind, you rasp "Rainey." Again the woman raises her head to look at you properly, whispering a broken "please," but you shake your head and breathe "C'mere." Your words are slurred and breathy, but Lorraine understands, and sits up enough to come closer to your face. And with your final breath and last bit of strength, you whisper "I love you," and loosely grasp Lorraine's shirt in your fist to pull her down to your face and connect your lips for the first, and last time. The feeling makes Lorraine's breath hitch and her fists tighten further, but after a few moments she presses back, harder, and it's the last thing you feel before everything fades and the world goes dark.

When your lips stop responding to hers, Lorraine finally pulls away and looks down at you with a heartbroken, desperate expression, before she lets out an agonizing keen, burying her head in your chest and switching between screaming in misery and weeping until she has no tears left. She doesn't even register when Ed, numb and refusing to process what he'd just witnessed, stands and crawls from the hole, waving down the ambulance that had just arrived. All she can feel is grief and soul crushing torment, until finally someone else lays their hands on her body and tries to pull her away from your body. That's when she finally reacts, clutching your body tighter and refusing to let go, repeating cries of "No no no, you can't, you can't make me, stop!" even though her throat is raw from screaming and she can hardly breathe. It takes three EMT's plus Ed to finally pull you free from the brunette's crushing embrace, and she thrashes in their arms, tears returning with a vengeance.

But she isn't strong enough, and eventually the medics are forced to hold Lorraine down and sedate her long enough to get her in the ambulance and to the hospital to be treated for her own injuries, which Ed accompanies her for. His hand holds her limp one tightly as the tears keep falling, replaying the night in a shock-induced stupor. His little sister is dead. He killed his sister, the girl he'd taught to read, helped with math homework. The little girl that had knocked over their mother's vase and ran to him crying and begging him to help her fix it before she found out, and he took the blame for. The one who trusted him to never hurt her.

He'd killed his sister.

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