#lorraine writes

[gasolineghuleh]

So I'm going to put up a sheet for emergency commissions after I post my last one Wednesday. I can no longer afford my medication or my therapy, so it's kind of important.

I understand if you can't support me, but I would really deeply appreciate a reblog, at the very least.

I'll have it up Wednesday.

Thanks for your continued love and support. I wish I was better, too.

#lorraine writes

[crazyoffher]

THOUGHTS & PRAYERS.

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: drunk at a party, it takes you more effort to calm jenna's actions than you expected.

warnings: smut (18+) — masturbation, strap-on referred to as “cock”, praise, teasing, small mention of light choking, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slapping (yippee!), shortly withheld orgasm, begging -> mentions of alcohol (drunk!jenna), weed, and use of vulgar language. dom!r + sub!j

word amount: 4700+

a/n: happy (very late 😭) birthday, wes :) @wesstars

“Maybe we should go, Jen.”

You tugged the short girl by her arm mindlessly, failing to remember her drunken, unstable frame of mind. She stumbled into you, her hands moving to stabilize herself on your chest with a sharp yelp of terror. 

Your hands wrapped around her waist to keep her upright, sending fake smiles to those who eyed the two of you. “Sorry! This is what I mean, Jenna. You’ve had enough to drink; why don’t we call it a d-”

“No!” Jenna’s face buried itself into your chest for a split second, seemingly to catch her breath, before she pushed herself off you with a lazy grin. “I’m fine, love. Go,” she pushed your chest playfully, “and enjoy yourself for once! I’ll be by the table.”

Her speech slurred, and you reminded yourself to give a couple of her friends an earful later for getting her into that state. You watched with a sigh as she stumbled into the house's living room, shoulders tense from your worry, and you laughed at the irony of her words. She was the one causing you the stress she claimed you needed to get rid of, so how could she advise you to unwind?

You followed your feet to the backyard of the house, where the view of a softly illuminated pool area and the scent of the outdoors offered a welcome contrast to the raucous noise of people chatting loudly over booming music and the lingering smell of alcohol and marijuana (along with whatever else was circulating inside the house). The only break in the noise was the group of four people by the hot tub, engaged in animated and playful banter.

The pool shone as you grew closer to it, sitting down on the edge of it with your knees hugging up to your chest. You never liked loud things or partying, and everybody you met and knew found humor in it, as that was mainly what your entire acting career was built around. You couldn’t go a month without being dragged to a lousy party that consisted of at least one person trying to get you high, and hell, the only reason you went to the one you sullenly found yourself at currently was because of your girlfriend.

“Uh, hey.”

Your mind snapped away from your lost thoughts, and you turned to be met with a girl who gave you a delicate smile, wrapped in a towel with wet hair dripping down the top of her back and onto the covering fabric. “Can I sit with you?”

You only nodded, the tips of your fingers drumming along to a beat that played in your head, to try and disregard the half-naked girl beside you. She didn’t seem to be much of a bother, though, awaiting only the soft company that she felt you would provide.

“Not a talker, I suppose?” Her head quirked up from its formerly bent stature, turning with raised eyebrows in the hope that you’d answer her question, which you did. “Not really with people I meet, let alone a girl that seems to be naked underneath a towel.”

Her smile grew at the monotone joke you spurred, and she let out a mild breath to resemble the humor she found in it. It was only when she first sat down that you realized, from your peripherals, that there was no strap of a bra or bathing suit visible on her shoulders, and you almost knocked yourself in the head in a physical manner for not realizing sooner.

You questioned her. “Come on; aren’t you freezing? It’s like 45 degrees out.” Your neck craned away, feeling your tenses of shivers overcome you, and you pondered how the girl seemed unfazed by the chilly weather. “I grew up in Minnesota. I used to go skinny dipping in frozen lakes, so I think I’m good for this weather.”

Her speaking to you made you feel uneasy in a way, considering the lack of clothes she stood in and the thoughtless conversation she was advancing toward you. Jenna would undoubtedly give you an earful for even allowing her near you, but you shook the thought away at the girl's following words and the overcoming fact that Jenna was probably cornered by flirtatious men at that moment.

“Plus, this wasn’t even my idea.” She gestured to her covered body, and you picked up on the fact that she was referring to her lack of clothing. “It was my boyfriend's over there. Bet me around twenty bucks I couldn’t last in that volcano pool even in this weather, but that sucker quit before I was even getting started.”

Her finger stretched outward, pointing in the direction of a man covered in two towels, visibly shaking from the frostiness, and you let out a small snicker at the sight. Alright, maybe it wasn’t such a tense situation then, but you still couldn’t help but worry about Jenna in the back of your mind and whether you should go check on her.

As if the universe could read your mind, your phone buzzed with a custom ring that you had designed for Jenna’s messages, and the semi-naked girl's eyes widened at the sight of you practically clawing into your pants for the device. You pulled it out with strength, almost dropping it into the pool in the process, before hurryingly clicking on Jenna’s message.

Com gt me i thined ive hac enuh two drivnk

Where are you?

K154hen flerr

“What do you think this says?” You pointed your phone toward the girl, darted a finger at the most recent text sent by Jenna, and her eyes squinted in an attempt to decode. “Kitchen floor?”

“Bingo.” You rang, pulling yourself up from the concrete floor, and the girl held onto her towel as she managed to get on her feet. You darted your eyes between her and her boyfriend, who still sat there, wrapping a third towel around him that seemed to be for the remaining people in the hot tub, and you raised an eyebrow at her. “Well, if you excuse me, I have to go and retrieve my drunk girlfriend.”

“I might as well go with you,” she said as she adjusted the towel, turning to glance at her boyfriend. “I left his and my clothes in a room upstairs, and I think he needs his.”

“Be my guest.” You moved to the side, allowing the unnamed girl to go ahead, to which she sauntered, giving her boyfriend a warning of her temporary absence as she headed up the small hill to the back door with you trailing behind. The stench of weed and alcohol hit you like a flash flood, and you mentally recoiled at the stench that seemed to have grown stronger.

“Jenna?” You called out as you turned to the kitchen, swerving past girls and guys who were spilling their drinks, and you spotted the girl on the floor with a tired expression etched on her face. A smile grew on her lips at the sight of you, though it dropped almost immediately when her eyes met the semi-naked girl behind you, who whispered to you with curious eyes, “Hey, I think you forgot to mention you were dating Jenna Ortega.”

“Hey!” You lunged forward at Jenna’s attempt to stand up, holding the drunken girl in your grip when she stumbled on nothing but air, though that didn’t deter her attitude toward your new friend. “Keep away from my girlfriend!”

“Jenna,” you warned, sending the girl behind you a look of sorrow, to which she just nodded, “Relax, baby. You’re drunk, you know that?”

“Nuh-uh.” She pouted, clinging onto your torso in an iron-grip hug to try and divert you away from the girl, sending her looks of anger that she seemed to back up at. “I’ll go get my clothes.” She pointed to the stairs behind her all the while backing up, to which you nodded while trying to stabilize Jenna further.

“Yeah, leave, you whore!”

“Jenna!” You scolded her, and she muttered something incomprehensible before burying her face in your chest. You could smell the mixture of alcohol and her perfume, and that alone told you enough about her current state. “You got it?”

“Mhm.” She hummed when you had to pull her away from you and set her on her feet, only for her to take one step forward and crash into the table in front of her. You held back a laugh and put on a face of worry, pulling Jenna up only to see her laughing at her tumble.

Once more, she wrapped her arms around you and buried her face into your chest with a sigh, her drunken haze spurring more than just her inability to walk stably. “Do you know what I would love to do?” Her words were slurring, and she gave out a slight giggle at the end of her sentence, giving you a small idea of her next words.

“What is it?”

She spoke one word that you couldn’t comprehend before she giggled again, moving her face from your chest to raise herself an inch or two on the tips of her shoes, her lips grazing your ear as she spoke out a slurry, “For you to bend me over this table and fuck me raw for everybody to see.”

Your eyes widened immediately, and you felt a small burn in your stomach when her fanged teeth nibbled gently at your earlobe and her hands slid down your abdomen. You could only thank God and your alcohol-addicted party-thrower friend for managing to get 95% of the party attendees drunk out of their minds.

“Freaky and tempting,” you said, leaning into Jenna’s touch and watching a small grin tug its way onto her face, “but no.” And so you pushed her away, getting a small whine out of her while her hands bawled into fists on your shirt, trying to pull you closer to no avail.

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, your hand gripping the base of her right one as you tugged her along and out of the kitchen area. “Now come on. I can’t drive you home without the fear of you somehow making us crash, so you are going upstairs.” You pointed to the staircase that the two of you advanced toward, and Jenna let out a small giggle at the thought of you and her alone in a guest bedroom, her mind rushing to dirty thoughts.

It took a while, with emphasis on the ‘while’, to get Jenna up the stairs; her legs seemed to have forgotten how to raise themselves, so with multiple rounds of struggle, you ended up dragging her by her torso up the stairs while she laughed wildly. Your key plunged into the hole of the lock, cracking open the door with the small piece of metal your friend had gifted you when he first bought the mansion, seeing as he kept all his guest doors locked for privacy.

“Okay, ther- baby, no.” A grunt left your mouth when Jenna attempted to pull you down on the bed with her; a loud whine of her own left her mouth when you pulled away your hand that was formerly in her grip, trying to be pushed down into her crotch.

Her head dug into the bed, whining from the sexual denial you granted. “Why not?” 

“I’m not going to touch you when you can’t give me a truthful form of consent, baby. I’ll be back.” You turned to the door, shaking your head at Jenna’s loud groan at the idea of your temporary departure. “We’re dating, for fucks sake! How much more consent could you need?”

With a slight hop in your step, you hurried down to the kitchen, where you had previously encountered chaos, to get water bottles with the intention of trying to sober Jenna up. You ran into your friend on the way back up, and he gave you a good laugh at your explanation regarding Jenna before approving your request to stay the night.

“Just don’t fuck in my bed, ‘aight?”

“I promise I won’t!” You meant it at the time, though your statement didn’t withhold itself later, to his demise.

“Jenna?- oh!” You shut the door behind you quickly, gulping at the sight of Jenna sprawled out on the bed, her pants long discarded on the edge of the bed along with her underwear, and her hand in between her legs. She moaned breathlessly, finding relief in rolling her hips into her hand, and she bit her lip to suppress a moan when she locked eyes with you.

“Please, baby, this isn’t enough.” She begged, her hand circling her clit with a sloppy pace, and her heaving breaths contracted her sentence. “Need you so bad, please.”

Your hand dove for the door handle from behind you, turning the lock, and that gave Jenna a glint of excitement; she’d finally get what she desired and-

“No, and drink these.” You put your hand up, referring to the four water bottles that you managed to stack into a single hand, before walking forward to set them down on the nightstand beside the bed.

Jenna’s hand retracted from her clit, the nub throbbing with need, and she pulled herself up with the remaining strength that held her to sit on the edge of the bed, facing you. “I can see it,” and even through the slurs, her voice still sounded like honey, “You want it too, and this is me giving you my co-consent, or whatever the hell it is you want.” Her arms stretched forward, grabbing you by the shirt and pulling you flush against her, hands snaking to your bottom half with an erratic shiver from you.

“Please,” Her thighs managed to encapture your left leg, and she wasted no time in thrusting her hips into your clothed body, a burning sensation pooling its way back into her stomach. “Fuck, I need you, ri-what the-?”

She yelled out in shock, pulling away from you and moving to wipe off the liquid you had thrown at her face. “What the fuck, (Y/N)?”

You sighed, closing the cap of the now half-empty water bottle before throwing it toward her. “Is that bringing you to life, finally?” 

“I’m not drinking this.” She argued, throwing it toward you just for you to deflect it and toss it back in her lap. It only took the look in your eye for Jenna to open the bottle and start drinking, shrinking under your dead gaze and dribbling water on herself.

She maneuvered around on the bed in discomfort from both her wet shirt and her aching clit, moving to discard her shirt. Jenna’s body was breathtaking, and she still found hope that she’d get what she desired most when you couldn’t tear your eyes off of her perky breasts no matter how hard you tried, eyes darting back and forth to try and not make it obvious, but she could see right through you.

“(Y/N),” she whispered, her words like silk, and you turned your head to meet her gaze. “Please.” 

Her voice, formerly smooth, had turned desperate, her thighs rubbing against one another to find a sense of relief, and she whimpered at the small senses of pleasure while making eye contact with you. You practically drooled at the sight of her completely naked, desperate for your touch, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold off.

“Jenna?” Her head shot up at your voice, the same sense of desperation lingering in her eyes and through the small whimpers that left her mouth. “What’s your last name?”

“Ortega. Is that good enough confirmation for you now?” Her voice grew in angst, becoming more deterred by each moment you left her naked, completely vulnerable, in front of you.

“Alright.”

You sighed, and before Jenna could comprehend what you had said, you were on top of her with your legs entrapping her thighs, pulling her into a brutal kiss that she immediately reciprocated. Her hands roamed your body, sliding underneath your shirt to feel the way your muscles contracted under her touch, sending excessive shivers down your back that she ached to deepen.

In a merciless grind against your clothed core, Jenna's hands dug down to your belt, only to be slapped away and repositioned above her head, linked together as your hand bound them with your wrist. Her back met the bed, and you wasted no time in angling her head to the side with your other hand to sink your teeth into her neck flesh, like a vampire, to create a later painful and dark hickey—a marking.

“Fuck.” She moaned out, eyes shut, with a whimper to follow at the piercing mania. As you felt up her waist, your fingers trailed along the center of her body before you licked her neck, moving your hand per the arch her back made. Jenna’s fingers dug into your scalp, pulling you closer to her neck while she resumed her hip movement.

“Come here,” you whispered, removing yourself from Jenna. A whine fell from her lips until she was directed onto your waist, her breasts jumping straight in your face, and you sneered in satisfaction. Your hands ran up and down the outline of her body, feeling the way her body curled inward from her perfect figure, and you always made sure to acknowledge it.

Your eyes traced from where your hands led before meeting her gaze with a tilt of your head, and how your eyes looked oh-so innocent drove Jenna’s mind wild, a drastic comparison forming from her desperate, needy eyes. She followed your eyes as you moved your head forward, taking a nipple into your mouth, sucking on it feverishly. You relished the way Jenna reacted: a loud moan, head flying back, and her hands digging into your scalp to push you further into her, if possible.

“Agh- fuck!” 

The contact itself wasn’t all that pleasurable, but the recognition that it was your mouth on her body was enough to send her mind spiraling. She was too swept up in the lust, acting as if she had never experienced one’s touch, to pay attention as your fingers slid into the tiny space between her core and your waist until one of your fingers bumped against her clit. A loud gasp erupted from her, and her hips immediately ground down into your hand.

“Baby, no,” you warned, but she didn’t stop her movements, pushing and rolling her hips into your hand to gain sensational pleasure. Boldly, she reached both her hands down to grasp at yours and push it further into her core, but her plan would not succeed by itself.

You pushed your body forward, leading Jenna’s movements to a halt in a collapsed state. Now resuming the position on her back, she let out a whine that grew into a loud yelp when your hand met her dripping pussy with a harsh smack. “I said no; you got that?”

When she didn’t reply, you sent another smack to her pussy that made her legs shake, a blissful whine erupting from her, and she nodded her head eagerly. “Yes!”

“Good girl,” you purred, leaning your weight down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. Your fingers lingered on her cheek, running their tips along her jawbone, before you withdrew your hand to deliver a light smack to the skin, compelling Jenna to groan and bite her lip. “You’ll never realize how mad you drive me.”

Jenna’s eyes widened when she felt a hard surface rut against her dripping core, drowning the surfacing fabric of your pants in her slick, and she bit back moans at the slow pace you ground on her. “You’ve had that the whole night?”

“I didn’t expect you to get drunk, baby,” your thumb encircled her lips, “and I didn’t want to do anything else tonight but fuck you rough in that pool outside, but this will do.” 

Jenna sucked on your finger when you inserted it in her mouth, running her tongue up and down the skin, and it gave you a purposeful reminder of how she’d suck off your strap-on any day, her knees constantly bruised from the wooden flooring she’d kneel on while whoring out her mouth for your cock.

The imagery that flashed through your mind made you drive your thumb inside her deeper while your other hand worked at your belt, taking off the leather lining to release the grip it had on your waist. Instead of unbuttoning the clothing article, you simply unzipped it to open the crotch and wasted no time in pulling out the silicone material, pushing the tip against Jenna’s clit to send her mind spiraling.

She let out pitiful moans as you continued to finger-fuck her mouth, ‘accidentally’ pushing the silicone tip further into her clit and making her hips buck up in desperation, and her teary, doe-eyed pupils looked up at you with silent pleads. You enjoyed the view more than anything; finding Jenna underneath you, so needy and ready for your cock, was a sight people yearned for, but only you could ever get it.

“You want it, hm?” Your hips drew forward with a stern smirk growing on your lips, swiftly entering the tip halfway into her before snapping your hips back, and Jenna bit at your thumb. The hair that covered her face in her disheveled state jumped up as she nodded her head eagerly, finding difficulty in begging when your thumb was knuckle-deep in her mouth, tickling at her throat.

“I can tell; you’re practically drooling, baby.” A dribble of spit was rolling down her chin, and you knew it was solely because of your thumb shoved deep into her mouth, but why waste a perfect opportunity for teasing? It’d be so unlike you.

With a loud pop and a string of saliva attached, you removed your thumb from Jenna’s mouth, and she let out sharp breaths that soon grew into whines of discomfort. Her whines grew heavier as she started to grind her hips into your cock, her head flung back, and her hands gripped the bedsheets with intense strength while she tried to bring herself to orgasm from just grinding on you.

“No, alright? Can you hear me this time?” You pushed down on her hips in an attempt to still them, but your words only fell on deaf ears. Her movements were unwavering, and she pressed herself against you while whining louder and louder. Her back arched, and her nipples hardened from the intensity of what she was feeling, all the while disobeying your command purposefully just so she could feel something.

A shaky moan escaped her lips when your hand brought itself forward for a harsh smack to her breast, immediately taking two fingers to tug at her nipple afterward and leaving Jenna to choke for air. “What, you can’t fucking listen to me? I said no.”

Jenna never got her chance to apologize insincerely, flaring her mouth with the expectation of words to come out, but the only thing that left those plump lips was a high-pitched moan at the unexpected movement of you sinking your entire cock into her. Despite having no neural connection with the silicone that drove your girlfriend crazy, you could feel Jenna stretch around it, and the acknowledgment alone could have left you braindead.

“Fuck,” you groaned, finding pleasure in the dumbed-up expression on Jenna’s face alone, “taking me so fucking well. I can almost feel you, baby; it’s driving me insane.” Your hips retracted with no intention of slowing down, finding enjoyment in the tormented countenance that shone on Jenna, the pain and pleasure mixture practically splattering on her face.

You thrust along at a moderate speed, holding Jenna’s waist and upholding her slightly to drive your cock deeper into her, forming her into a moaning mess in a matter of seconds. Even through the loud music booming from outside the room, your attention was focused on the breathtaking girl in front of you, all submissive and so needy for you with those pleading whines that left her mouth, mindlessly begging you to go faster.

“Yeah, want me to go faster, hm?” Jenna’s head perked up at your inquiry, bobbing back and forth in a wordless answer, and you gripped her nipple tight once more. “You have a voice. Use it.”

She let out a whiny “please” before reaching up to grasp your hand that was around her breast for support, discreetly trying to roll her hips further into your cock. “I said to stop doing that.” You tugged at her nipple upward, farther than last time, and Jenna let out a shriek at the shock of pain that inflicted her. “A simple please won’t get you anywhere; you want to act like a whore tonight? Then beg like one.”

The only thing that left her lips was a grunt when you snapped your hips forward, bottoming into her with a single movement, and the slowed retraction of your hips was enough to get her going. “Fuck, please, baby! I need you so bad…” Her words droned out in a sobbing tone, throwing her head back in disoriented whines. “Need you deep in me right now. Please.”

You bent down to give her a kiss of appreciation before driving your hips deep inside her. A girthy moan left her lips that turned into high-pitched moans when you thrust faster into her, holding on to her hips for support. You met her eyes, melting in the way they looked up at you with a combination of gratitude and pleasure. Oh, how she looked so pretty under you.

Your pace grew faster by the second, sweat beads forming at the edge of your hairline while your hand dove down, rubbing Jenna’s aching clit. Her back arched up almost immediately, letting out a moan that you’d be surprised nobody heard even through the music that played through the house, droned out between the two of you behind the locked door. Your eyes lingered on the way her thighs started to tremble and the way her breaths grew heavier between moans, making you smirk in satisfaction.

“God, I wish I could feel you, ‘cause I know that you would feel so good.” You breathed, unintentionally letting out a small moan that was soon discarded from Jenna’s mind when you snapped your hips roughly, sending her mind spiraling. “You’re close, hm? Think you can hold it off for a little, baby?”

“I-I’m not sure,” she managed to say, her mind dumbing down when your hand slithered up her chest to squeeze lightly at her neck. Her pleasure increased with each passing second, and her cunt ached for a release that she knew she could not grant without making you angry at her for disobeying.

“Just a little longer, okay?” You reassured her, not failing to notice the way your movements became more restricted. Jenna’s walls tightened to hold back her orgasm, which desperately ached against the walls of her cunt. Her breathing labored as her hands clawed their way up to your shoulders, pushing you down and against her to hook her thighs on your hips.

Her head leaned into the crook of your neck, filthy moans leaving her mouth instantly when you spewed out the words, “Cum for me,” and so she did. As she rose to her high, your hands dove to her back, arms encircling her torso. With each passing second, her body trembled increasingly, until the only sensation left for your hands to hold onto was the feeling of her labored breathing.

One of your hands made its way to her chest, dipping between the small gap of her breasts to settle over her heart, soothing the area with your thumb while you directed her breathing to try and ease her mind. “Are you okay?”

She only nodded her head, her hands sliding their way up to the back of your head to pull you in for a deep kiss, showcasing her appreciation despite her former misbehaving antics. You gave her a solemn smile, rehooking both your hands on the small of her back to push her onto your lap. Your back met the headboard, and Jenna’s head dipped down to give you one more kiss. Shivers ran down her spine when your breath tickled her ear.

“Think you can give me one more?”

☟

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[obscurexsorrows]

I just feel like we learn so much about Javi in the first 5 minutes of season 3, episode 1 of Narcos.

#like more than in the two previous seasons combined #laredo #lorraine #love #the WAY HE LOOKS AT LORRAINE AND HER KIDS #I could write a thesis about it #javier peña #javi peña #narcos #🍃 thoughts #pedro pascal

[writing-rat]

Used Farmhand

Pairings: Lorraine Day x AFAB Reader

Content Warning: 18+ Content, G!P Lorraine Day, Werewolf Alpha Lorraine, Lorraine has a penis, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Mating, Maybe OOC, Blowjob, Handjob

Summary: You are working when Lorraine is in heat. That's when she decides to use the farmhand... you.

Word count: 1409

It was a sunny day on the Day Farm considering it was Spring. The mother and father you worked for had gone out to a farmer’s market, leaving Lorraine to keep you in check and they also knew she would enter heat soon. They were interesting people, and you never had actually seen an alpha look so submissive. She was shy and skinny, she was way too vulnerable to be an alpha. Alas you didn’t question it as your omega seemed to jump in joy when her dad said she might enter heat whike you were there. 

That is exactly what happened. You was at the barn, putting old, rotten hay into one pile while the clean, fresh hay was in another pile. You was distinctly aware of another person’s scent coming towards you but you thought it was just RJ, Lorraine’s friend who was an omega. You sighed. “What d’you want RJ?” You called out, expecting a response from the weak man (more like boy). The response surprised you however. It was a growl, and you felt yourself tense up as you gulped, hearing the noise get closer. “Lorraine?” you asked before turning around, where you saw the alpha standing there, looking you up and down. Your stomach tightened as you watched her and knew you were cornered. “Hey alpha,” you spoke casually, trying to not glance down. She was wearing her usual colourful top and the red jeans that showed her dick off. You realised you was staring as your quickly looked up again. She was spreading pheromones around the barn. This was sending your own omega in heat, causing you to whimper. 

“Need to breed,” she finally talked, her voice a notch higher. You blushed, realising she was the one in control. She was just submissive to everything except in bed it seemed. “Need to breed you,” she specified as she was looking you up and down and licked her lips.

“Y-you do?” you stuttered out, trying to restrain your heat, but it was impossible with every step she did to get closer. 

“Yes,” she growled out then quickly pounced on you and pinned you against the wall as she was dry humping you. “I know how you feel. You stare at me constantly when I’m around until I catch you. You even look at me when I’m just swimming in the lake,” she explained, grunting as she humped. You whimpered in response and nodded, letting yourself just relax. 

“Yes alpha,” you responded as you was trying to yank your tanktop off. Lorraine took it in her hands however. She ripped it off instead including your bra before she was biting your neck and shoulder.

 

“I’m going to treasure you omega,” she explained. “I will mark you with bites all over. I will mate bite you. You will hold my litter and we will have a family,” she grunted out. You knew the alpha was in control then as you nodded. 

“Yes alpha, fill me with your pups,” you moaned out, as you felt her bulge against your thigh, still as ever. She smirked before she started to yank down your shorts, drool slipping down her mouth as she ripped off your panties. 

“You don’t know how long I imagined this,” she hummed out. You gulped and nodded as you let her speak, her starting to also strip down. First her top, revealing no bra, then her jeans that had on some loose boxers. “I wanted you so bad for months,” she added on. “Jacked off about you, wanted you to suck me off and stroke me as well as taking my knot inside you. You are going to do all of that, in order,” she commanded. Nodding, you glanced down and saw it twitch. You was shyly pushed into your knees then. It slowly seemed like Lorraine took control over her wolf inside her. Slowly, you licked from her tip to her balls while making eye contact. She was moaning as she grasped at your hair gently, before you took it in your mouth and closed your eyes as you was bobbing your head up and down on it. You used your tongue whenever possible as soft moans slipped out of her mouth as she gripped tighter. 

Slowly, you started to also massage her balls, seeing that she also liked it as she was humping your mouth. You gagged every now and then but allowed it to happen as you kept sucking, licking and massaging. She was soon gripping harder and was panting. “Close,” Lorraine whimpered out, to which you was nodding as you kept sucking. She couldn’t help it after a minute as she came inside your mouth. Quickly you swallowed as you was pulling out, using your hand to stroke her like she wanted. You looked up at her, as you was soaking wet and fingering yourself. Lorraine was looking down at you with lust still but hesitance. 

“Have your way with me when you ravage me,” you spoke, stroking faster. She started to nod as she was humping into her hand at the same pace as your fingers. You bit your lip harder as you soon went faster than ever, to test if she was. She was as she humped faster, but went harder. That’s when she suddenly came all over your face with a smirk. 

“Always wanted to paint your face,” she smirked out and gripped at your hair as you looked up. You was bright red as she admitted that. “Now, on all fours, ass facing towards me,” Lorraine commanded, getting more confident again. Obeying, you did as told as you stopped fingering yourself. She licked her lips at seeing you drip all over the floor. “Making such a mess in the hay just like the dirty slut you are,” she degraded. You gasped when you felt her hand strike your ass as you widened your eyes. It didn’t stop the arousal coming out. “So you like being slapped huh slut?” Lorraine spoke, before she suddenly pressed you into a mating press, her inside you immediately. You gasped at the sudden pleasure. “Something else will be hitting you now,” she spoke casually as she held your hips. You was nodding. 

“Please alpha, fuck me already,” you moaned out loudly. You didn’t care if the Day’s came back, you just needed her to fuck you. She was nodding as she was ruthlessly pounding into you then. You panted as you was loving every single thrust she did, even if it hurt a lot at first. She was getting more and more confident as she used you and smirked while doing so. She was panting against your ear as she held you closer, soon biting your shoulder and neck, marking you. You blushed heavily as you knew you were mated for life now, but you loved the idea of that. Truth be told you had fallen for the girl, and you was sure the Day’s knew hence why they had you over during her heat this time. They usually made you have a week break. Soon you felt close as you was whimpering and whining. “Need to cum,” you moaned out. 

“Go on omega. Come for me,” Lorraine panted out as she held you harder and pressed closer against you before you came all over her dick. Feeling you orgasm made her also cum inside you as she was thrusting a few times before she knotted you, releasing more cum. She was panting against your ear as she was catching her breath, feeling better than before. 

“Thank you for accepting me,” she then spoke gently. You nodded. 

“I have had feelings for you for months by now. I’m glad the Day’s didn’t keep me away this time,” you spoke with a smile.

“It’s because I told them I wanted to be mated to you. They allowed it as you are a great worker,” she spoke. You blinked in shock then nodded. 

“I’m glad you wanted me here,” you spoke before leaning against her more. She was nodding as she held you even closer. 

Soon the knot was down and she pulled out. “I’ll get you some new clothes. The parents aren’t back yet so come with me,” she spoke.

“For a second round?” You responded.  

“You caught me,” Lorraine replied then picked you up immediately as she smirked. “Now, let’s go. Quit dillydallying,” she added on. You was nodding, holding her closer.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #ratboy writes #ratboy writing #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x reader smut

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Hands on Learning

Here is chapter two of Teachers' Pet. It is a direct continuation of the first chapter.

Warnings: sexual content, praise kink, oral (woman receiving from woman), heavy petting, light dom implications, mummy and daddy kink, good girl, biting, light marking, swearing.

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Chapter 1

Lorraine had her arms wrapped around your waist holding you close to her as she kissed a line up your neck, your hands were resting on her thighs as you leant backwards into Ed’s chest. His hands were slowly massaging your breasts through your shirt, as his lips sucked and nipped on the other side of your neck. Your head was tilted back eyes closed as you whimpered from the attention the Warrens were giving you.

“Lorraine, Ed,” you moaned squeezing Lorraine’s thighs before stroking them, up towards her covered pussy. You grinned at the whimper that you pulled from her when you pressed against the wet fabric of her pants and stroked upwards, circling your fingers before pressing against her clit.

“Ed, I think our girl is getting eager,” Lorraine murmured into your neck. Her arms slid around to press against your shoulders, pressing you harder against Ed until he lifted you up enough for him to wiggle under you before sitting you back down onto his lap. You whole body heated up at the display of strength. You wiggled a little, feeling Ed’s harden cock under you, you wiggled again grounding down as much as you could, your grin turning into a smirk as he groaned in your ear thrusting his hips up as he pulled you down tighter.

“I think your right, love,” Ed agreed, he moved back against the arm of the couch, pulling you with him and spreading your legs with his, pulling your skirt further up your legs and giving Lorraine a perfect view of your panties, the front of which was soaked through with your arousal.

The new position Ed had you in allowed Lorraine to crawl in-between your legs, her hands stroking up your thighs squeezing them as she stroked back down your legs and then up again and under your skirt. The humming that your body had started doing around these two had reached a new height from the moment their hands had touched you. Your body was tingling with electricity from the kisses, your nipples had hardened and become sensitive from the attention Ed had given them. While Lorraine was giving attention to your legs, and teasing you by bringing her fingers to the edge of your panties and only ghosting them against your pussy before taking them away, Ed had gone back to kissing your neck while his hands slipped under your shirt. His fingers started to tease you along the edge of your bra, slipping under it enough to brush against the bottom of your breast. Your moans started to get a whiny edge to them as your body was teased expertly by them.

“Please,” you begged, wanting so much more and everything from them.

“What do you want, pretty?” Lorraine asked, as her lips started to kiss along your thighs not going any further then the end of your skirt, her lips pulled into a satisfied smile as she saw what her ministrations were doing to you. Your lips were getting redder from your teeth biting at them as you ground down into Eds lap, trying to get some attention to your throbbing pussy and pushing your chest outwards trying to get Ed’s hands on them without anything acting as a barrier.

“I want everything,” you whined. “Please stop teasing.”

“Aw,” Ed smirked into your neck, his eyes locking with Lorraine’s as she sucked a mark on your inner thigh just above your knee. “Doesn’t she just beg so prettily? How could we possibly think to deny our beautiful girl?”

“I don’t think we can,” Lorraine agreed. “Is that what you want?”

“My hands on your breasts, teasing your pretty little nipples?” Ed whispered into your ears, his hands circling around your nipples still over your bra. “And my wife’s mouth on your wet, throbbing pussy?”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, nodding your head. “Yes please, I want that.”

“Then our girl shall have that, even if she has a naughty mouth,” Ed chuckled.

He removed his hands from under your shirt only long enough to remove it from your body after getting your approval. His hands trailed up from the band of your skirt to cup your breasts over your bra weighing them in his palms before he softly squeezed them. You pushed your chest into his hands, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your nose nudging against his neck. He reached for the front clasp your body thrumming in anticipation as he remove your bra, lifting your back from his chest only enough to slid the bra down your arms and throwing it to the side. He allowed you to rest against his chest again, as his hands finally covered your breasts with no barrier. He rolled your nipples around pulling them taut before letting them go, and repeating the action when you whimpered in his ear, your hips rolling down into his lap before you pushed your pussy towards Lorraine’s questing fingers.

Lorraine grabbed the hem of your skirt and pulled it down, with Ed’s help they lifted your hips enough to drag it down and off your legs leaving you in your panties that were soaked through from your arousal. Lorraine pressed kisses all along your thighs, nipping at the skin but still ignoring your pussy, as she worshipped your thighs, gently squeezing the flesh until she hooked her fingers under the band of your panties. She locked eyes with you as she dragged them down, revealing your wet pussy, you could feel Ed groaning, his chest rumbling with the sound against your back as he peeked over, his hands sliding down from your breasts to quickly swipe through your arousal, barely touching you. Your eyes tracked his fingers as he brought them to Lorraine’s lips rubbing against them before pushing them inside her mouth, Lorraine’s eyes fluttered closed as she sucked your arousal off his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“How does she taste?” Ed asked his voice gravelly. The sound making your pussy throb and a whimper fall from your lips.

“Delicious,” Lorraine hummed. “You’ll have to have a taste after me, before you fill her up with your cock, while she eats me.”

“Oh, fuck,” your hips twitched at the image that sentence created in your mind. “I want that so much.”

“Good girl,” Lorraine smiled. “Now continue to be a good girl and keep these lush thighs apart for me.”

Your legs were already spread wide from where they were hooked over Ed’s thighs but he found a way to push them open even more, his hands trailing back up to your breasts as he continued to tease them. His lips back at your throat and shoulder, where there was plenty of room from how you had your head resting against his shoulder. You were squeezing your eyes shut, the attention from two people was almost overstimulating but you didn’t want it to stop.

You felt Lorraine’s breathe against your pussy as her fingers finally stroked through your arousal swiping it from around your pussy and using it as lube as she started to tease your clit. Flicking it before circling it, alternating from almost no pressure to almost too much, sending a bolt of pleasure right to your core. Ed was watching the actions of his wife, and almost copying the motion of her fingers against your nipples before fully cupping your breasts, squeezing and pulling on them.

“Do you like that?” Ed whispered into your ear as your body shuddered. Lorraine had just pressed a kiss to your pussy, before she flicked out her tongue and teased your opening with it, not quite pushing in yet.

“Yes,” you whined, voice raising as Lorraine pushed her tongue inside, swirling it around and stroking your walls before she locked her lips around your opening and sucked, thrusting her tongue in and out as her fingers continued to tease your swollen clit, now tugging on it lightly in between the circles her fingers were making. You felt Lorraine moan against you, the wet noises that she was making as she sucked and licked at your opening had your stomach muscles clenching as the heat built up in your core, drawing more and more arousal from you. Your walls fluttering, your hips rocking up against her mouth and fingers.

“You like having my wife’s mouth you, while I tease these heavy breasts of yours?” he asked going back to tweaking your nipples, smirking as you moaned. “Feeling her tongue licking you, her fingers playing with the gorgeous clit of yours.”

“Never would have taken you to be such a dirty talker,” you teased, voice very breathy. These two had you acting in ways you never had before. They had you feeling needy and wanton, beautiful and sexy. You normally always teased your partners in bed but you found it hard to do so with these two, as they worked your body to the point of only being able to moan and whine.

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea what Lorraine and I are capable of,” Ed promised you. “But don’t worry, we’ll show you.”

Lorraine removed her mouth from your pussy, licking your arousal from around her lips, her eyes burning with lust as she looked up at you and her husband. She slowly dragged her fingers away from your clit preening a little as you whined in complaint hips twitching to try and get her fingers back on your clit, but Ed’s hands moved from your breasts to hold down your hips, as he slowly thrusted up into you. You could feel the press of his cock against you through his pants. There was something about the fact that you were completely naked and the Warrens were full dressed, not a single button undone that made the whole situation even hotter, your body was burning brightly at this point.

You gasped as Lorraine’s fingers circled your opening as she lowered her head back down, this time her tongue focused on your clit. She flatted her tongue as she licked up and down, occasionally swirling her tongue and flicking it with the tip of her tongue before she took your clit into her mouth and sucked on it, careful to keep her teeth away from it until she knew if that was something you liked. While her tongue was working on your clit, she slowly slid one of her fingers inside of you, your walls squeezing against her finger as she thrusted it and out, twisting it and stroking your walls.

“That’s it, good girl,” Ed kept whispering encouragement and praise in your ear, as his hands squeezed your hips, his long fingers stroking along the top of your crotch. “You look so beautiful between us, your body withering in pleasure. I can’t wait to have you between us in a different way, with my cock pounding into you as you fuck my wife’s pussy with your tongue.”

Your next moan became drawn out as Lorraine slid two fingers inside on the next thrust. You were aroused enough that there was only a little stretch as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch you some more before she starting stroking your walls. She twisted her fingers and stroked back along the top of your walls, searching for that one spot. She smirked against your clit when your hips bucked up against her, and not even Ed could stop you.

“Lorraine!” you shouted, eyes squeezing shut as you nuzzled into Ed’s neck.

“Love, I think our beautiful, beautiful girl is close,” Ed told Lorraine, one of his hands leaving your hips to stroke through her hair gently as she continued to suck on your clit and put pressure on your g-spot.

Your legs were twitching, it was only Ed’s legs keeping them as open as they were, and your body was rolling with pleasure as your pussy continued to throb and your walls clench around Lorraine’s fingers. Your body was heating even more as you felt the ball of pleasure behind your core start to over fill, Ed moved his hands back up to play with your nipples as he started to suck on your neck. All it took was Lorraine stroking your g-spot, sucking on your clit and Ed twisting your nipples for your orgasm to hit you. Your pussy spasmed as your hips twitched and ground your pussy against Lorraine’s mouth as she continued to suck your clit through your orgasm before she moved her mouth to cover your opening and lapped up the wetness that was released during your orgasm. Ed continued to tease and pinch your nipples as your body twitched, your mouth stayed open as you whimpered through the attention, he had also continued to grind you down into his cock as he thrust up into you. Your breathe heaving as you started to come down from your high, you felt a body cover yours as Lorraine crawled over you to kiss her husband and share some of your cum with him. You moaned at the sight above you, your pussy throbbing once as you started to get aroused again.

“Hmm, wasn’t she such a good girl for us?” Lorraine whispered into Ed’s mouth. “She made the most gorgeous of sounds, as she came for us.”

“She was gorgeous,” Ed agreed sucking his wife tongue into his mouth seeking more of your taste. You reached up with your hands, the last remnants of your orgasmic high leaving you so you were able to start undoing the buttons of Lorraine’s shirt, dragging her attention from her husband to you.

“I need you both naked,” you stated getting to the last of her buttons, revealing her breasts clad in a simple bra to your eyes. “Now.” You stretched up to start nipping at the skin at the top of her breasts, licking along the edge of the top of her cup. Lorraine hummed at your action.

“Very eager you are,” Lorraine lowered her self-down her lips hovering above yours. “What you do say?” 

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure if a “please” is exactly what she is after. You thought about it, and although your light flying feeling was there it didn’t grow, but you thought about adding two words to the “please” and your light flying feeling soared. Your cheeks flushed a little, and you lowered your gaze away from hers, the darken blue in them looking at you in a very knowing way.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Lorraine encouraged you. Ed was watching the interaction with interest, he had a feeling what Lorraine was pushing for but that was only from knowing his wife for 15 years. You flicked your gaze back to her, allowing her to see the hesitation there but she pressed a kiss to your nose in encouragement.

“Please, won’t you and…daddy get naked, mummy?” you asked flushing all the to your ears. Lorraine felt her pussy throb at the words, her body flushing as she claimed your lips with hers. She couldn’t stop herself from grinding down into your pussy, rubbing against your clit and pushing you into Ed’s hard cock, forcing a groan from his lips, both from your words and the pressure from you being pushed into him.

“Fuck, Lorraine,” Ed hissed. His head coming up to grab a handful of her hair as she continued to devour your mouth, the gentle kiss from before gone and replaced with a more dominant side of Lorraine. “How did you even know?”

“Our girl would clench down on my fingers and would get wetter every time you called her ‘our girl’,” Lorraine shrugged as she moved back from you. “So, she has a praise kink but I guessed there would be a little something more.”

You wiggled in between them, needing more contact, needing something more, you whined in need. Ed grinned, his fingers moving down to stroke up and down your sides which caused you to sigh in happiness.

“I think we should move to the bedroom,” Lorraine said standing up and letting her shirt fall off her shoulder before she started taking her pants off the front completely ruined from the arousal dripping from her pussy and from when she ground against you, your arousal coating the front of them. Eating you out had turned her on in a way she hadn’t been for a while, pleasuring you to orgasm had nearly been enough for her.

“Hm,” you agreed trying to get up but before you could Ed had swept you up into his arms. “Christ, this shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.”

“You like me carrying you?” Ed asked grinning at Lorraine, who was watching the two of you as she led the way to the bedroom.

You merely nodded locking your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek before you nuzzled into his neck. You nipped on his skin, kissing along his neck up to his ear and along his jawline. You kicked your legs when he squeezed your side and your thigh.  You grinned when he came up to the door to their bedroom to see Lorraine already stretched out on the bed.

“It’s for my husband to devour you, baby girl.”

#writing #imagine #the conjuring imagines #the conjuring #lorraine warren x you #Lorraine Warren #ed warren x lorraine warren #lorraine warren x reader #ed warren x you #Ed Warren #ed warren x reader #Female reader #smut #ed warren x lorraine warren x reader #Teachers Pet #Poly #wlw

[lesbianpepsi]

i convinced my friends to watch 'X' with me and i'm so happy to see my fav lil church mouse again🤭🤭

JUST LOOK AT HOW CUTE SHE ISSSS

#x movie #lorraine day #i need to write more about her #she's so sweet #and HER ACCENT?? #MY LAWDDDD #goose chats

[deep-fried-egg]

Can we get a HCs for g!p Lorraine w a small dick

Sure guys

Lorraine was always insecure about how small she is.

Since she’s in the industry, all she’s ever heard is that big dicks are better… and she just didn’t have that.

Not to mention when she was in a film it was always one of those “small dick humiliation” ones.

She wasn’t going to complain though. It brought home money.

When she started dating you she was way too scared to have sex since it was a lot different than porn

She was so scared that the second you saw her size you would leave her or something.

She knew it was irrational but she couldn’t help it.

She always stopped you right before you got to fucking… it made her too nervous.

One day she was feeling brave though…

And she let you take her boxers off.

When you saw it you didn’t care which was a relief.

She really appreciated that.

#eggsub thoughts #ask #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega x reader #I have so many characters I want to write for #send in requests

[duck-at-midnight]

Finishing

Pairing: Lorraine Day (g!p) x Reader

Warnings: Smut, G!P Lorraine, Sub Lorraine, Mommy kink, Chastity, Ball Gag, Rope

Summary: You and Lorraine have been trying to have a baby, but your attempts have yet to produced an offspring. The doctor has given you recommendations to help your efforts.

“You sure?”

“Yes, Lainey. The doctor said that it would have higher chances of getting me pregnant.” Y/N said with a frustrated sigh. “Don’t you like the idea of having your way with me? Payback for everything I’ve done to you?”

She shook her head. “I enjoy that, you wouldn’t.” 

“What makes you so sure of that?” 

“We’ve been together for five years. I’m sure I would’ve noticed by now.”

You grab your wife’s face in your hands, softly stroking her cheek making her look up into your eyes. You notice the longing look in her eye as you flushed your bodies together. “Don’t you want to put a baby in me, stick your cock in me, cum deep inside me like you did when we first got together?” 

She let out a soft moan as you smirked, feeling her cock hardening in her shorts. 

Y/N takes her hand from Lorraine’s face and down to her shorts, cupping her hardening cock. “Answer me, Lainey.” 

A low groan came from her throat. “Y-yes, mommy.” 

“That’s right, and you’re going to make me a real mommy.” You leaned in until your lips met hers. Her lips instantly moved against yours. You enjoy her lips for a few seconds before pulling away meeting her shining eyes. “How about we move to the bedroom so you can fuck mommy’s pussy?” 

“O-ok.” She stuttered. 

Once in the bedroom, you had Lorraine slowly strip for you smirking at her shy, eager smile as you laid back on the bed. She slowly pulled down her pants showing her hard cock underneath her gray boxer briefs. Her shirt quickly followed leaving her bra on.

“Come here.” You said holding out your arms for her. Smiling big as she climbs in your lap and grinds against your clothed crotch letting out a low moan. “You want to help mommy take off her clothes?” 

“Yes, please.” She works off your shirt with practiced ease leaning down leaving kisses along your collarbone as she unhooks your bra. When the garment is slipped off, she quickly drops down to your breast taking a nipple in her mouth giving it a suck. 

“That feels so good, slut.” You moaned out gripping her hair in your hand. You grip her hip with your other hand encouraging to thrust against you. 

She moans before releasing the hardened nipple and moving to the other. 

You let your wife enjoy herself before pushing her away.

Lorraine pulls back panting, a precum showing through on her boxers. Her eyes watching you closely. 

“Take off your bra.” You said in a demanding voice making her breath hitch before she quickly obeys. “Good girl.” You reach up and tug on her nipples making her groan as her head snaps back and thrust her chest closer to you. 

“Take off my panties.” You say as you let go of her. 

She scoots back to kiss up your thighs and places her mouth over your clothed pussy sticking her tongue out to tease your clit over your underwear. A smile on her lips as she pulls her head back and pulls your panties down your legs flinging them across the room. 

Before you can tell her anything else, she quickly shoves her face to lap up at your pussy. 

Pulling her head away by the hair and shoving her to the bed. You have your hand moving to her throat holding her down. “Did I tell you could do that, bitch?” You slap her. “Answer me.”

“N-no, mommy.” She stuttered out. “I’m sorry.”

Your free hand slips under her briefs, feeling her member pulsing in your hand. “You’re so hard for me, baby. You got plenty of cum to stuff in me?” 

“Yes!” She cried out at the sudden stroke of your hand. 

“Good.” You slid her boxers off and gave her dick a kiss on the tip. “You ready for this?” You feel her twitch nervously.

“Yes.” 

The two of you rearrange leaving you on your back with a pillow underneath your hips to keep them raised. The doctor said this would help her sperm flow better to your eggs. You have been trying to have a baby for nearly two years now. You would take any advice the doctor had to offer. 

Lorraine was in between your legs rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit. She moans as she slides in and gives an experimental thrust. The eager glint in her eyes earlier was replaced by her normal shy, unsure eyes. 

A few more slow thrusts, and you feel the nerves building in her body. You feel the build up you had fading in your body. You try to keep yourself calm as you let her adjust in having control. 

You glance at the alarm clock on Lorraine’s bedside table. It’s been twenty minutes, and you feel yourself growing more and more out of the mood. You feel like pushing her away and going to sleep.

“Sh-shoot.” Lorraine mumbles as she slides out. “No, no, no.”

You look at her alarmed. 

“Oh geez.”

You see her arm start moving as your eyes start trailing down. “Are you seriously jacking off right now?” 

“Uh, I’m having.” She starts looking completely embarrassed. She finishes moving her arm before thrusting into you again before sliding out on her next thrust. “Oh no.”

“Are you serious?” You glared at her. “My slut can’t even keep it up?”

“I’m sorry! I’m not used-”

You rise up and slap her. “Don’t talk back to me. My fucking toy can’t even fuck properly! Do I have to do everything myself?” You grab her cock already hardening again, helping her line up her cock. “Such a limp dick. No wonder I have to buy toys for myself. You could never get me off like this.” Lorraine’s thrusts start building up. “Thirty minutes and I haven’t even felt so much of a spark inside me.”

Lorraine’s hips thrust hard into you as her head falls to your chest. Her arms pulling your hips into hers. She’s panting and moaning with every thrust. 

“There you go, finally remember how much you love being mommy’s slut? You better make me cum or I’ll lock up that pitiful limp cock.” You feel her stiffening up as you roll your eyes. “Better make it count, I’m not letting you out for a month.” 

“M-m-mommy.” She cries out as she empties her cum deep inside you. She pants against your chest as she rides it out with slow thrusts. 

You smirk as she looks up and her dick twitches. Her eyes are dark and blown. She knows she failed to make you cum. 

“Oh poor baby, I hope you enjoyed that.” You say as you run your fingers through her hair. Once you feel her finish cumming, you grip her hair tightly. “On your knees.” 

She slides out of you with a groan. Her cock started to get hard again as she sank to her knees on the floor. 

You lay there as you feel Lorraine’s eyes staring at your pussy that she just filled. You let her sperm seep into you before grabbing the plug that you two had bought for your attempts of getting pregnant. 

Gathering her chastity cage, a gag, and rope, you stalked towards her. She was staring up at you with her cock straining against her stomach.

You kneeled next to her. “I warned you.” You tell her as you give her wet cock a stroke. “Couldn’t even make your mommy cum. Such a broken toy.” You start putting the cage on her enjoying the noises coming from her. “Such a greedy whore.”

“F-fuck.” 

“Ah, there she is.” You cooed, locking the cage, placing a light kiss on her cheek. “Mommy needs to cum.”

“Yes, mommy.” She licks her lips staring at your pussy. 

You take the rope and start looping it around her wrists. “You think I’m going to let you touch me after that pitiful performance?” You finish the knot. “No, I need to cum.” You give one last tug and place the ball gag in her mouth.

Grabbing your trusty vibrator, you place yourself in front of her on the bed. You spread your legs and she lets out a whine. 

“Baby, you failed at making me cum. I have to use a different toy tonight.” You tease her as you play with your clit using the tip of the vibrator. The hum of it starts making Lorraine’s hips thrust up towards you. “Oh, do you want to fuck mommy’s pussy now?”

She eagerly nods with eyes never leaving your center.

“Mommy wanted to cum all over your cock and hold you, but my greedy slut couldn’t wait.” You moan out relieved to finally feel something again. 

She whines and drool seeps out of her mouth. Her hips thrusting up against the cage. Her eyes pleading with you let her try again.

“You look like a dirty fucking slut on your knees begging to fuck me.” You were getting close, staring at her. “Oh, baby, mommy is going to cum.”

You hear a scream erupt from behind the gag as you feel the weightless feeling wash over you. Your hips thrust lightly against the vibrator as you come down.

Turning the toy off and tossing it to the side, you look to see tears streaming down Lorraine’s  face. Her cock straining against the cage. 

Smiling at your beautiful wife, you slowly get up and untie her wrists, gently rubbing them from where she was pushing against them. The gag was soaked as you pulled it out of her mouth. She closed it trying to swallow some of the spit in her mouth. 

“Are you ok, baby?” She nods breathlessly. “Want some water?” Another nod.

You get up and grab the water on the bedside table. Holding the water up to her lips, you tilt the bottle pouring it in her mouth letting her get a few gulps before she pushes it slightly signaling she’s done. 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, you were such a good girl. You came so hard inside me.” You kissed along the side of her face. “I have to be pregnant this time.”

“You were so beautiful, Y/N.” She said regaining her breath as she smiled. “It hurts.”

“Do you want out?” You asked seriously. “Just say the word.”

She shook her head. Lorraine loved the stiff uncomfortable cage on her cock. “No way.” 

“Such a slut.” You tease. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” 

You go to pull her up but she pulls you down. “You’re forgetting something.”

There was routine in her aftercare. “I love you, Lainey.” You give her a deep kiss on the lips.

Pulling away. “I love you too.”

#lorraine day x reader #x movie #lorraine day #ducky writing

[domripley]

Desperate.

pairing: lorraine day x reader

warnings: piss kink, pee desperation, daddy kink, dom!lorraine, fingering.

summary: rj’s taking a very long shower and you need to pee.

request: Reader needs to piss but rj is taking up the shower. lorraine finds out and decides to tease you as much as possible in her room (Reader and Lorraine are in a relationship, everyone knows and it’s also on the films)

“I’ll be back, baby.” you stated, moving away from her and off the bed. You began to grow uncomfortable, your bladder full and you were needing to use the bathroom. Lorraine nodded, watching you rush out of the room.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you found that the door was shut and the water was running. If it was Bobby-Lynne or Maxine, you didn’t mind going as they were showering. You knocked, waiting for an answer.

“I’m showering! Come back later!” RJ called out, causing you to groan. You bounced in your spot, hoping that he was going to be done soon.

“Please hurry, I need to use the bathroom!” you shouted, hoping that he’ll listen.

“I just got in, I’ll be done in thirty.” he responded, causing you to storm back to your shared room with Lorraine. You could wait for RJ to get done - but then you remembered he had said thirty minutes. You could go outside where no one was outside, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to.

“Hey, everything okay?” Lorraine asked, sitting up in the bed now. Turning on the bedside lamp, she watched you with concern as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yeah- Yes, I’m okay.” you lied, squirming in your seat. You knew she wasn’t going to believe you, but you hoped that she wouldn’t push the issue.

“Are you sure you’re good? You keep squirming and you look like you’re in pain.” she commented, causing you to groan. You bit your lip, bouncing your leg now as you tried to form another sentence. “Hey, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. Is it Bobby-Lynne? Jackson? Wayne? Or is it RJ?”

“RJ, he uh-“ you began, but Lorraine cut you off.

“What did he do? I’ll ki-“ she snapped, but you stopped her.

“No, no. Babe, no. He didn’t do anything,” you sighed, gripping the bed sheets. You wanted Lorraine to stop questioning you - needing all your energy to hold it.

“Then what’s wrong? Please tell me, you’re worrying me.” she said, a concerned look on her face. You sighed, knowing you were going to have to tell her.

“He’s in the shower, RJ is,” you began.

“Okay? What’s that have-“

“Let me finish, please.” you closed your eyes, trying to gather the words that you wanted to say. “I really need to pee, and I almost went outside but I don’t want anybody to see me. Please I just, wait- why are you smiling?”

“Oh nothing,” she said. “How about you lay down on your back.”

You decided not to question her too much, giving her an odd look but you did as she suggested. Lorraine got up from her spot, moving closer to you. Once she was sitting next to your side, she placed a hand on your stomach. Pushing down lightly as she kept eye contact with you, Lorraine smiled sickly sweet as you whimpered.

“Daddy, please, I might go on accident.” you whispered, but she shook her head.

Lorraine didn’t say anything, only responding by pushing down harder on your stomach. You whined, trying to push her hand off of your stomach, but it wasn’t budging. She wanted you to piss yourself, to make a mess all over yourself and the bed.

“Pull your pants and underwear down, baby, and scoot your butt to the edge of the bed.” she instructed, and you knew better than to disobey.

Once you were on the edge of the bed, you pulled your pants off. Kicking them across the room, Lorraine stopped you from pulling your underwear off. She grabbed them herself, pulling them down your legs at a miserably slow pace.

“Please…” you began, trailing off as she got your underwear below your knees.

“Shh, be patient, baby.” she said.

As soon as she got your underwear off you, she threw them across the room. Spreading your legs as wide as she could get them, she got down on her knees on the hardwood floor.

“You pee, you’ll be the one cleaning up the floor. Wayne will be pissed if he has to give that old man some more money. Do you understand?” Lorraine asked, bringing her hand down hard against your pussy.

“Yes! Y- Yes, Daddy. I understand.” you whimpered, watching as she leaned down.

Placing a kiss on your right thigh, and then one on your left. You bit your lip as she leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on your pussy before pulling back. Lorraine pushed down on your stomach once more, causing you to try and push her hand off of your stomach. She wasn’t budging.

“You try to push my hand away again and I’ll make you piss yourself in front of everyone out there.” she threatened. You knew she would never do that - that it was an empty threat, but it still got you to stop moving.

Trailing her fingertips up your thigh, she stopped at your pussy. Looking at you, Lorraine didn’t bother making you open your eyes before sliding a single finger into you. You whimper, trying your best to focus on anything but your bladder.

Lorraine curled her finger as she fucked it in and out of you, causing your leg to shake. Normally, you would need more, but you were already so sensitive. You moaned out her name, begging her to give you more.

“Are you sure you want another finger, baby? You sure?” she questioned, causing you to whimper.

“Yes- Yes! I’m sure, Daddy. I’m so sure.” you whined, tensing up a little as she slipped a second finger into you.

Your eyes widen, accidentally peeing a little on her fingers. You sat up, watching the smirk on Lorraine’s face grow bigger. You shook your head as Lorraine fucked her fingers into you at a fast pace. She kept her eyes glued on your face, licking her lips as she waited for you to release what she wanted the most.

“I- Lorraine- Daddy, can’t hold it any longer,” you cried out, releasing all over Lorraine’s hand. Tears welled up in your eyes as she praised you, calling you such a good girl for her.

“That’s it, that’s such a good girl.” she said, slipping her fingers out of your pussy.

“Daddy,” you whined once you were done going. Lorraine leaned in running her tongue through your folds, causing you to jump.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Lorraine smiled softly, helping you stand up. “After our shower, I’ll clean this up and you can relax. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sighed, getting to your feet.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #my writing #mine #x 2022

[morelikeravenbore]

✨Don't Tell Ominis

I wrote this fun little oneshot for my dear friend @sleepywitchlory, whose MC Lory is as sweet, kind and loyal as she is, and whose friendship in this fandom I will always treasure and keep close to my heart.

Content warnings: none, unless you're triggered by offensive footwear. SFW.

Word count: 1.9k

Lory and Alistair belong to @sleepywitchlory.

[my hogwarts legacy masterlist]

Accidentally conjuring a dragon with Ancient Magic wasn't exactly what most would consider a stroke of luck, but as the secret entrance to the Undercroft slammed shut behind her, Aurélie thought herself very lucky on several accounts: first, that the dragon had been small, as far as dragons go; second, that Sebastian hadn't been there to witness her embarrassing blunder (because, as enthusiastic as he was about her practising her magic, she felt certain even he would draw the line at conjuring fire-breathing demon-lizards in a school; and third, that she'd managed to escape said demon-lizard without so much as a singed hair (hers, not the dragons.)

Luck — if one ignored the extremely unlucky circumstances that directly proceeded it — was on her side.

Read on 👇

Or so she thought, until the sound of approaching footsteps broke the still silence of the empty Defence tower, announcing the swift arrival of unidentified others.

Merde.

Fearing her luck had already run out, Aurélie raised her wand, intending to conceal herself under a hasty disillusionment, when a familiar voice gave her pause.

'Ouch!' hissed the voice from somewhere close by. 'Sebastian, that's my foot!'

'Bloody hell, Lory,' replied a second, much louder voice, 'if you'd stop clutching my arm so hard -'

'Will you both shut up before somebody hears us?'

Moments later, Aurélie breathed a sigh of relief as three slightly disheveled and out-of-breath figures appeared from beneath the guise of magical concealment. Luck had come to her aid again, but this time in the form of three of her four best friends, who each stared back at her with wildly varying expressions on their faces: surprise (Lory, pleasant), skepticism (Sebastian, shrewd), and indifferent (Alistair, cold.)

'Aura!' said Lory cheerfully, her strawberry-blonde hair gilded under the warm the torchlight.

'Aura?' echoed Sebastian, less cheerfully, his wild brown curls standing up in disarray.

Alistair, standing slightly away from the others, said nothing.

'What are you doing here?' Lorraine Jones, ever the sweet-natured Hufflepuff, saw nothing nefarious in her best friend being out past curfew and was simply happy to be united again. 'Were you in the Undercroft?' she asked, linking their arms together. 'You smell different. Like... charcoal?'

'She's right,' agreed Sebastian, leaning in to take an exaggerated a whiff of Aurélie's vivid red hair, 'you stink.'

'Hey!'

'Why were you in the Undercroft?' he went on, his brown eyes narrowed on her suspiciously. Where Lory's natural kindness saw only the best in every situation, Sebastian's Slytherin nature meant he was predisposed to believe the exact opposite. 'Were you alone? How long have you been down there? Why didn't you ask me to come?'

'Who cares why she was in the Undercroft,' muttered Alistair, who, generally speaking, didn't care much what anyone did so long as it didn't encroach on him. 'Why aren't we going into the Undercroft?'

Aurélie threw her arms out wide.

'No!' she cried as the dark-haired Slytherin made for the concealed entrance. 'You can't go in there!'

Alistair Cushing, distant descendant of Salazar Slytherin, inarguably the most intimidating student in the entire school, and - thanks to Lory's innate ability to befriend quite literally anyone or any thing - the newest addition to their friend group, fixed her with a piercing blue-eyed stare, clearly affronted

'And why not?' he asked, his calm tone thick with a disdain only those borne of Slytherin blood could afford; Alistair, like his cousin Ominis, did not take kindly to being told what to do.

'Yeah!' agreed Sebastian, elbowing him out of the way. 'Why not?'

'Because I said so!' snapped back Aurélie, who was not descended from ancient, all-powerful Parselmouths, but from a very long line of equally-formidable French women.

Alistair raised his eyes to the ceiling, silently praying for patience, while beside her, still clinging to Aurélie's arm, Lory bounced on the balls of her feet.

'Oooh,' she giggled, pinching her best friends elbow, 'did you sneak a boy down there, Aura?'

'What?' Aurélie's spluttered cry of indignation was rivalled only by that of Sebastian's.

'What boy?' they said in unison.

'What boy?' repeated Sebastian. 'Did you show someone the Undercroft? The Undercroft is supposed to be a secret! You're not allowed to do that!'

'Why not? You showed it to me!' Aurélie retorted.

'And me!' added Lory.

'Me, too,' came from Alistair.

Sebastian pulled a face. 'Yeah, well...' he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. 'You lot are different. That doesn't count. Only I'm allowed to share the knowledge of the Undercroft.'

'Excuse me?' Alistair rounded on him, standing taller in his indignation. 'The Undercroft has been known by my descendants for a thousand years, I do not need your permission to -'

'Oh, please,' Sebastian interrupted, rolling his eyes as Alistair bared down on him. 'You're like Ominis' third cousin, it's hardly a connection to boast about.'

'Right, and you're the third cousin of nobody, so why do you get to set the rules -'

'Because I've been using the Undercroft since first year!'

'So what? My family's been using it since the school was founded!'

Aura and Lory exchanged a silent, long-suffering look.

'Now, now, you two,' Lory intervened, stepping between the arguing boys with her palms raised. 'Play nice, or Aura won't tell us about her romantic rendezvous in the Undercroft.'

'Lory, I did not sneak a boy into the Undercroft! The only boys I know are...' she gestured vaguely at the two Slytherins before them, the taller of which groaned aloud and rolled his eyes.

'For the love of Salazar,' muttered Alistair, 'has there ever in the entire thousand-year history of Hogwarts been a Ravenclaw who gave a straight answer? Because I've certainly never met one.' He turned to fix Aurélie with his signature ice-prince glare. 'Why,' he said very deliberately, 'are we not allowed in the Undercroft?'

Aurélie gulped.

'Because I -' She shot a panicked look between each of her friends, wondering how much longer her luck was going to hold out. So far, beyond her narrow escape from her little magical mishap, luck had kept away any meddling prefects, professors or ghosts, and ensured that the roaring of the accidental dragon couldn't be heard several floors above it. At any rate, it was no good trying to hide a bloody dragon; someone was bound to notice eventually, so she might as well just admit to her mistake and hope that somehow luck would, well... fix it.

'Because, I - well, because I accidentally conjured a dragon down there.'

The silence that followed was so dense Aurélie had to wiggle her finger in her ear. Three stunned faces gaped back at her, and then, all at once -

'You conjured a what?'

'You conjured a dragon where?'

'Ooh, can we name it Nugget?'

'Lory, please,' Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. 'We've been over this, you cannot keep a dragon as a pet.'

Lory pouted. 'But why?'

'I don't understand,' Alistair cut in, one brow arched so high Aurélie was sure it would never come down again. 'If you conjured it, why can't you just... un-conjure it?'

'No!' cried the two girls in unison, their combined outrage echoing through the tower with enough force to wake the entire school.

'Are you mad? You can't just un-conjure an animal!'

'It's a living creature, Alistair!'

'How would you like it if I un-conjured you?'

'How could you be so unfeeling?'

'Bad move, Cushing,' Sebastian chuckled, clapping the tall bewildered Slytherin on the shoulder. 'I know you're only new to the group, but there are two rules you need to observe if you want to stay on the girls' good sides: never threaten Lory's Beasts, and never question Aura's fashion advice.'

'Yes, speaking of!' said Aurélie sharply, eyeing Sebastian's feet with disdain. 'I thought we agreed against those shoes!'

'Uh... t-these shoes? Are you sure? I don't recall, I think you're confused with my other shoes...'

'They are pretty ugly, Sebby,' Lory agreed, wrinkling her nose at the offending monstrosities that Sebastian considered appropriate footwear.

Aurélie threw her hands up, exasperated. 'They're hideous! We talked about this, you promised you were going to get rid of them!'

'Aw, bad move, Sallow,' smirked Alistair. 'Perhaps you need a refresher on those rules, hm?'

'Never mind my shoes!' Sebastian scowled, dodging away from a very condescending shoulder pat. 'Id say the more pressing matter is the literal dragon -'

'Nugget,' Lory interjected.

' - a literal unnamed dragon,' he continued, raising his voice, 'that someone decided to conjure in our Undercroft.'

Aurélie bristled. 'I didn't decide to -'

' — just seems a very unlikely thing to do by accident —'

'— on earth would I want to purposely conjure a —'

'— what goes on in your head half the time —'

'Enough!'

It wasn't often that Lorraine Jones lost her temper. She was, after all, the temperate voice of reason among the chaos; the gentle Hufflepuff influence who took all sides into consideration and mediated the best outcome for everyone. She was the temperate warmth to Alistair's coldness; the voice of reason to Sebastian's impulsivity; and a true friend to Aurélie, who'd shown up at Hogwarts two years prior, alone, overwhelmed, and grieving the untimely death of her parents. Without Lory, their unlikely friend group would be nothing but a fractured band of orphans, misfits and outcasts; Aurelie in her Ravenclaw tower, the three snakes in the dungeons, each of them separated by grief, isolated by trauma.

Lory was undoubtedly the glue that kept them all together - but, Merlin, when she was angry...

'Sebastian!' she snapped, jabbing a small but mighty finger at his face. 'For once in your life, shut up! And Aurélie!' she went on, interrupting the face she was pulling at Sebastian. 'Stop arguing with him!' Finally, she turned her wrath to the dark-haired boy, but when he only raised an unconcerned brow, she opened her mouth, closed it, then turned away, shrugging.

'Now,' she said, planting her hands firmly on her hips. 'Aura made a mistake, but bickering about it isn't going to get banish a dragon now, is it? Really, we should consider ourselves lucky that the situation isn't much worse!'

'Lucky?' Alistair echoed, laughing for quite possibly the first time in his entire life. 'Oh, my dear friends, facing a dragon is the least of your worries now.'

Sebastian frowned, clearly as confused as the rest of them. But then a slow-dawning horror broke across his face. 'Oh,' he said.

Aurélie paled, envisioning a dragon loose in the school, Hogwarts destroyed by fire, or worse - expulsion.

'What?' she demanded, palms sweaty. 'Sebastian Sallow, don't "oh" me! What is Alistair talking about?'

'Oh ho ho,' he said again, but this time with laughter in his voice. He turned to Alistair. 'You know, it isn't really my Undercroft, is it, Cushing?'

'For once in your life, Sallow, you are correct. Nor is it mine, really, being, as you mentioned, only a very distant relative to the Gaunt's. Hardly a connection at all, when you think about it.'

Aurélie turned, panic-stricken, to face her best friend.

'Oh, no,' she said.

'Oh, no,' Lory agreed.

Alistair cracked a rare smile. 'There's only one true owner of the Undercroft, after all...'

'And you, my favourite little Ancient Magic weilder,' Sebastian said, throwing an arm around Aurélie's shoulders, 'just stuck a great dirty dragon in the middle of the Heir of Slytherin's most treasured room.'

Luck fleed before her, leaving cold dread in its wake as a new set of echoing footsteps moved slowly toward them, accompanied by the unmistakeable red glow of a semi-sentient wand.

Ominis' sharp voice reached them first, slicing through the heavy silence like severing charm.

'You did what in my Undercroft?'

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy oneshot #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy mc #aurelie collins #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy sebastian #lorraine jones #ravenclaw x hufflepuff #morelikeravenbore writes

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Hey could you do a small nsfw Lorraine Warren x fem reader fic, there’s not really a lot of them around and I’m kinda disappointed about that cause she should really get more attention

Oh for sure!!! Unfortunately I can't find italics/bold on mobile bcs it's been months since I've written on here,, but. I got the writing bone!

Sorry it's a bit short.

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Lorraine smiled as she watched you pour a cup of coffee, the soft rays of morning sunlight shining in your hair. She so enjoyed domestic life with her wife. You'd been married for years but it felt as though the honeymoon phase would never end.

As you sat down at the table, Lorraine reached for your hand. "What would you like to do today, love?" She asked as she laced her fingers through yours. You took a sip of coffee and thought it over. "Well.. we could always go to the museum. Or maybe on a picnic! I want to wear that sundress you got me," you grin. Lorraine had picked out a lovely soft sundress in your favorite color, with your favorite flower. She'd searched far and wide to find it, even secretly going out on shopping trips.

Lorraine smiled as you talked. She loved how you lit up when you talked about things you love. Of course Lorraine's favorite smile was she you talked about her. The shine in your eyes as you talk about your devotion to Lorraine and how you couldn't ask for a better wife.

"A picnic sounds lovely! We may have to stop by the store first. But I do have that pie in the fridge. We could bring a couple slices of that and some sandwiches," Lorraine says, letting go of your hand, despite your frown, to get up and peek in the fridge. "Yes, we'll need some cheese.." Lorraine grabs a store list and writes everything you'll need for your outing.

You finish your coffee and put your cup in the sink, waiting for Lorraine to finish. She closes the fridge door and turns to you. "Ready, angel?" You ask and Lorraine beams. Her favorite nickname. She kisses your forehead and nods. "Let's go!"

#lorraine warren #Lorraine Warren x reader #Rons writes #writes #anon answered #The conjuring

[gasolineghuleh]

In The Alps

Kinktober Week 1 is starting off with a bang!

Pairing: Swiss/f!reader/Mountain Word Count: 1.6k Kinktober Prompts: Leather, high sex, DP, tail play, creampies, table sex, objectification cw worthy kinks are in bold, please mind the tags.

The curl of smoke from Swiss’ vape hits you like a semi truck, the acrid smell of marijuana mixed with the pungent sweetness of peach and mango— one of those flavoured mixes for his vape, you assume. His cock is already out and hard, one hand stroking it lazily as he watches you on your knees, patiently waiting for the cock you were promised… enticed with. Mountain lurks somewhere behind you, waiting for his turn with the vape and, no doubt, looking over your already nude body and admiring the view.

“Show me how ready you are,” Swiss comments through a heady breath from his vape, exhaling the vapor through his teeth. You watch for a moment as it moves up around his mask, your eyes trained on the curls of smoke as it drifts towards the low and earthen ceiling of the Ghoul dens. Mountain’s room is small and quiet, with a crackling fire lit along one wall, warming the room with a pleasant heat that smells of cedar. 

The room itself is occupied largely by a bed, ignored for now, and a leather covered table that’s painted into a chess board pattern. The leather is tanned and oiled well, bolted into place on the wooden table with large brass rivets that sparkle dully in the flickering firelight. A few lone chess pieces rest on the painted squares, halted in mid battle. On a shelf below the top of the table is a box, presumably holding the rest of the chess or checker pieces.. Perhaps backgammon?

“What are you thinking?” you ask, trying to make your voice sound as seductive as you feel, waiting on your knees for the next command from the two Ghouls who’ve decided to rut with you tonight— both of them are close to their heat cycles and you know you’re in for a good night… but where do you go from here? You’re already high, having been offered the vape before either of the Ghouls have a chance, and your head is swimming in the pleasant way that a perfect high gives. 

“Suck him.” Mountain moves forward finally after speaking the command, taking the vape from Swiss and bringing it to his lips as he comes to stand in front of you. His eyes meet yours through his mask and the curl of arousal in your belly starts to smolder in earnest. Mountain takes a long drag from the vape and hands it back to Swiss before he steps forward, putting his hands around your sides and lifting you easily.

Mountain swings you onto the leather coated game table, scattering some of the chess pieces and allowing you to lay down and drop your head off of the edge. Your sweat slickened skin slides along the leather surface in small bursts of effort until you’re comfortable, and your eyes meet the two Ghouls’ glowing ones. Within moments the tip of Swiss’ cock is there, tantalizingly close to your lips and just out of range of your tongue. Another silent command from Mountain and Swiss steps forward, allowing the head of his cock to slip past your already moistened lips. Swiss draws from the vape pen one more time, exhaling a long stream of smoke before tossing the device behind him, onto Mountain’s bed.

“You ready to be our little toy, yeah?” he asks, his voice low, deep from the smoke, and borderline dangerous. One of his claws comes forward to curl around your chin, drawing you closer to him with the subtle intention of scratching you. “Pliant and willing? A good little hole with legs?” Swiss’ claw slips, nicking your skin enough to draw a thin line of red. You gasp and in the same instant his hips move forward, allowing the head of his cock to bump against your lips.

“Mhm,” you manage to hum around him, already licking and lapping at the precum there. Swiss tilts his head back, sighing with pleasure and allowing his hips to rock against your face, slipping his cock deeper and deeper until you start to gag. Once you gag he pulls back slightly, smiling down at you and caressing the side of your face with a long claw in an almost pitying manner.

“Such a precious cock slut, ain’t she, Mount?” Mountain rumbles his agreement from the other end of the table, already positioning himself between your legs. They part easily, sliding across the smooth leather of the game table with no resistance— not that you were willing to offer any. Mountain’s hands slide up your thighs, digging into the muscles there gently as he opens you, the tip of his cock slipping between your folds already.

The Ghouls laugh in tandem when you wriggle your hips, the desperation for Mountain’s cock clearly written in the neediness of your motions. You pull your legs further apart, hooking your knees on the sides of the game table and lifting your hips pointedly. Another moment later and Mountain is pushing inside of you, matching the rhythm of Swiss’ cock as it slips fully into your mouth once more. The underside of his cock is smooth against your tongue, even as the ridges along the side of his cock rub against your cheeks— the same ridges on Mountain’s cock that are now pressing against your insides.

Mountain bottoms out inside of you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of fullness before he starts to move, rocking against the table with a measured rhythm. Mountain’s hands grip the sides of the table tightly, the leather creaking under his fingers and claws. In the same instant that his hips touch yours, his tail slithers along the side of your leg until the spade head finds the spot where leg turns to pelvis, love to lust, want to need. 

“You like taking both of us, pet?” Swiss asks from above you, pulling his cock from your mouth to allow you to answer. Instead of answering, though, you simply move forward in an attempt to capture his cock once more— fuck speaking, not when you’ve thought about this exact moment with your hand between your legs more times than you can reliably count. Swiss just laughs in response, acquiescing and slipping his cock back where it belongs. 

The tip of Mountain’s tail flutters perfectly against your clit and you buck against him, rolling your hips against his cock as you seek more pleasure. He obliges happily enough, fucking you in rhythm with the fluttering of his tail head. You gag on Swiss’ cock in surprise when his tail slips to your nipples, running across one of the delicate buds while it encircles your breast and squeezes. What you wouldn’t give for a ceiling mirror right now— for the opportunity to watch yourself, fucked in two holes and held in place by tails constricting and flexing. Another burst of motion from Mountain’s tail head and you cum, clenching around his cock and moaning around Swiss’. 

“One more, eh?” Swiss prompts, allowing his tail to move to your other nipple, fluttering and slapping gently. Mountain speeds his own thrusts, grunting every time his hips meet yours in a slap of skin on skin. You can feel the cresting rise of another orgasm building in your lower gut, and the rubber band of tension snaps as Mountain replaces his tail with his thumb, swiping across your clit with the measured pressure of a Ghoul determined to make his partner cum. You tip over the edge with grace, writhing underneath him as he fucks you through it.

It’s only a few more pumps from Mountain before he’s cumming as well, filling your tight cunt with his seed in bursts that align with his heart beat. He leans over you, grunting with every involuntary motion of his hips, pressing himself deeper into you. There’s a slight swelling at the base of his cock and you tense in anticipation, but he pulls back with a groan instead of rooting himself further inside of you, stumbling to his bed and sitting on it heavily.

“My turn then,” Swiss says as his hands drop to either side of your face. His claws dig slightly into the soft skin of your jaw, gripping tighter as he gets closer to his own climax. You flex your tongue against the underside of his cock, allowing it to slip into your throat with ease. Another press of his hips and he pulls out, stepping away from your seeking lips and stroking his cock swiftly with one hand. 

“Coat me, Swiss. Give me your blasphemous baptism.” You close your eyes and stretch your tongue out, waiting for it. A chest deep groan from above is your only warning before the first ropes of cum land on your face and chest. When you chance opening your eyes you can see Swiss, his head tilted back in ecstasy under his mask, fist flying across his thick shaft as he rocks up onto his toes. You watch his cock pulse one more time, a thick shot of cum dribbling down onto his fist and then rolling to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he groans, taking a few measured breaths and stepping back from the table. You roll yourself off of the table with ease, walking towards the bed and collapsing beside Mountain. He wordlessly hands you the vape, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke as he does so. “That Baptism shit was aces, you should tell that to Pops,” Swiss comments from his new position on the floor. His pants are already pulled back on, but he’s left his chest bare and you watch his muscles move as he leans forward, plucking the vape from your hands.

“You think he’d use it at mass?” There’s a small spark of hope in your belly for recognition when Swiss nods, pulling from the vape. Beside you, Mountain’s leg bumps into yours.

“More?” he asks, leaning ever closer to you. 

It’s going to be a fucking long night.

Remember to reblog! 💜

#the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #lorraine writes #swiss ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #the band ghost #ghouls x reader #swiss #mountain #kinktober 2023

[godlivesinmyalgorithm]

The Color Purple As A Motif For Black Femme Resiliance

I'm respoting my writing about the color purple here since I recently updated it for substack... feel free to subscribe :)

Historically, purple has been used to signify beauty, royalty, faith, prosperity, and healing, and the color symbolically has a strong connection to Black culture. Black Girlhood is the focus of this ethnography. As a young Black girl, my favorite color was purple, despite not knowing the historical and metaphorical connection my race has with the pigment. I later grew to love the film and novel The Color Purple by Alice Walker.

The Color Purple taught me that dignity, in being a Black woman, does not come from suppressing or hiding your authentic self. Being a victim of oppression is nothing to be ashamed of, if anything it shows resilience in survival. By relentlessly focusing on Black female stubbornness and resilience despite their vulnerability, The Color Purple disassembles the concept of the ‘strong/brave/loud/angry Black woman’. The story is a tale of the strife and resilience of a Black woman named Celie, who overcomes abuse and adversity and finds herself at the end of the novel with her children and a partnership with a woman whom she loves. This novel is a quintessential piece of Black lesbian media and I wanted to highlight it in my time capsule because the inherent resilience and strength of the Black lesbian woman deserves to shine in its bright purple light.

This collage is comprised of purple photos from my entire camera roll. The photos span from a photo of me as a child wearing purple, to selfies in purple lighting, to purple flowers I saw outside, to purple memes I found online, to a purple hi-lighted passage of a book. All of these photos have at least a splash of purple in them, and I recognize the symbolism of having so much purple surrounding me. Seeing the purple around me, I am reminded of my own resistance to white ideals and my resilience against white society’s oppression of Black women and gender-non-conforming people such as myself. I used these photos to emphasize the connection between purple as a motif for resilience and the livelihood of Black women/gender-nonconforming individuals.

As a Black lesbian gender-non-conforming woman, I have had to be resilient for a lot of my life under unfair and oppressive circumstances. As I see it, everyone who grew up as a young Black girl can testify to the psychological damage that is caused by living in the intersections of racial, sexual, and gender oppression. Going to a predominantly white school in North Carolina that was founded in “white flight” caused me to develop racial insecurities about being a young Black girl. Being raised with homophobic church doctrine caused me to develop religious guilt over my sexual and gender identity. Despite these hardships, all of this has taught me something throughout my life: While conformity — in some aspects — can be used as an important tool to survive, authenticity is imperative for me to thrive. A lot of my philosophy has to do with retribution for and reconnecting with my identity as a Black lesbian gender-non-conforming woman as well as being able to face God as my authentic self. In this authentic lifestyle, I see purple as a physical representation or lifelong motif that represents the power of resilience in the authentic life I live as an out, loud, and proud Black lesbian gender-non-conforming woman.

#black lesbian #the color purple #black queer #alice walker #black women #lesbian #lorraine hansberry #black qwoc #black resilience #gender nonconforming #gender noncomformity #writing #substack #self promo

[clove-pinks]

John Stobart, Richmond: A View of the City from the Banks of the James River in 1858.

Arriving at the brink of a high hill overlooking the shipping, I suddenly stopped in amazement. I had never seen such a wide-spread sheet of water as the James River presented at that point. It was a sprinkling and windy day, and the water was considerably ruffled. Here I felt my faith giving way; but then I thought, if you falter at this, what will you do in the swellings of the ocean?

— Alfred M. Lorrain sets out to be a sailor in the early 19th century, from his autobiography.

#age of sail #james river #virginia #alfred lorrain #maritime history #richmond #john stobart #sailors #lorrain is writing of events circa 1807 but i don't have a picture for that early date

[writing-rat]

Sin Under One Roof

Pairings: G!P Lorraine Day x Reader

Content Warning: Smut, 18+ Content, G!P Lorraine Day, Cuddling

Summary: You were sinning under Lorraine's roof. You didn't want to be caught...

WC: 680

It had been a week after the filming of another sex film, and Lorraine was slowly getting braver and bolder due to the film she had been filming. She was actually in some of them, but not too often. She didn’t want anyone knowing her daddy to notice it was her and if anyone did… they were silent about it. In fact she knew you, as her girlfriend, knew because she shared them with you whenever her parents were out doing the farmers market and she was doing chores around her house and finished early. She was always happy to see your reactions, thankful you let her be in the films. She was raking in quite a few profits after all due to her also having a dick. It was working to take you out on dates. Her parents would also help as they accepted her having a girlfriend and also being able to have a chance to have kids. What they didn’t know was that you were already sinning, having sex before marriage but you didn’t really care about that. 

It was currently nighttime and you couldn’t sleep, so couldn’t Lorraine. You were both pent up due to how Lorraine had been teasing you. She had been touching your thighs, and breasts and even rubbed you through your clothes at one point. She also showed her bulge off to you. Once it had been 2 hours since her parents had gone to bed, that’s when Lorraine was sucking and kissing all over your neck, making sure not to mark you. You moaned quietly as you felt her press her bulge against your ass, smirking as she did so. “Think you can be silent?” she teased, rubbing your nipple as she was sucking on your neck again. You nodded.

“Yes ma’am, I can be,” you moaned. “Good,” Lorraine commented as she was soon tugging off her nightdress as well as yours. That’s when she groped your chest as she thrust between your thighs, wanting to get you all needy for her. You knew what she was doing. 

“Please Lorraine, I need you. Please enter me, need it badly,” you whined needily, just like what she wanted. That’s when Lorraine started to slowly enter herself inside you as she was putting a few fingers in your mouth, forcing you to suck on them. You were doing as told, starting to suck on them as she was thrusting slow and gentle at first, it being weeks since you last fucked. You kept sucking as you moaned around her fingers, opening your legs wide for her.

Soon enough she was speeding up, rubbing your nipples even more. You were moaning as quietly as you could, unable to help them as you kept bobbing your head up and down on her fingers. Lorraine meanwhile was gasping in between breaths next to your ear, moaning quietly as well. You loved that as she was soon marking your shoulder, soon rolling on top of you as she removed her fingers from your mouth. Meanwhile, you were starting to bite into the pillow, not wanting to be loud for her parents to hear. She was soon thrusting into your G-spot, memorising whereabouts it was as she got rougher. She was also much faster, one hand groping at your ass now while the other was groping harder on your chest. 

You couldn’t help it but after a few more thrusts you came. Lorraine smirked, as she kept pounding into you now, treating you just like a sex toy. You didn’t really care, however, happy to be used by her. You were hers after all and you knew that she was yours. She was kissing your shoulders more before she came inside. “Good girl,” she hummed out, yawning as she was holding you close. “Want me to cock warm you to sleep?” you asked innocently enough. Lorraine was nodding, getting back to spooning you again as she kept inside.

You loved the fact you were sinning under her roof, near where her parents were and they had no clue…

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine x reader #reader x lorraine day #lorraine day #x #x the movie #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

[x-bluefire-heart-x]

Teachers Pet

So, entering into a new fandom with this piece. It's gonna be a mini-series..maybe...honestly who knows. This is set in the Conjuring Universe with some tweaks, and the tweaks being that more then just ghosts and demonic entities exist, think of it as a bit of a Supernatural crossover without the characters. It will be a Ed/Lorraine/femreader fic, it's bit of instant love. Femreader is a hunter, and has some physic abilities that they use to assist when hunting supernatural creatures.

Warnings: Sexual undertones and heavy making out, brief mention of cheating - but not the three members of the throuple.

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Chapter Two

The Teachers

You could hear some of the audience whispering around you, the scepticism in their words and tones had you rolling your eyes. If they didn’t believe in the spiritual or demonic why even come to this lecture. The Warrens were well known for being experts in the subjects and had been involved in many cases around the country. You had kept an eye on their work as often as you could, reading every article and watching every news or talk show episode with them on it. But you had never seen them in person and you were beyond excited.

You watched the two of them walk onto the stage and your breathe caught. Your heart raced and you could hear your blood pumping in your ears. They were even more stunning in person, and Lorraine, you could almost feel something surrounding her. You had always been attune to others auras and to spirits. You weren’t a clairvoyant like Lorraine, you had no visions and when you touched things you never felt the emotions connected to the item or saw what happened moments before. But you were something.

 You tried to pay attention to what the two of them were saying but you found yourself focusing more on their lips moving, their body language and how they interacted with each other more than the content of the lecture. You were currently busy staring at Ed, thinking you were covered as just another face in the crowd but the next moment Ed’s eyes seemed to find yours. Your eyes stayed locked together, as Lorraine took over talking. You felt your cheeks start to heat, as Ed continued to look at you, his lips slowly changing from the smile he had had the majority of the lecture to a relaxed smirk. Lorraine walked up beside him, her eyes following his line of sight and caught your eyes as well. Just like her husband she maintained eye contact, her smile becoming soft and gentle as her eyes seemed to penetrate right through you. That’s when you finally broke eye contact looking down at your lap as your face flushed deeply. Your fingers fiddling with the rings you were wearing.

You forced your eyes to stay on your lap the rest of the lecture and even through the question segment. You didn’t want to get caught staring at the married couple again. Everyone started shuffling out of the lecture hall, talking amongst themselves, you allowed yourself a moment before standing to trail along behind the others. You refused to look back at Ed and Lorraine as you left the room, breathing normally for the first time since they had stepped onto the stage. There was no way to explain or describe the feeling that those two produced in you, it was like they became the centre of your world. The thing that allowed you to feel others, was drawn to them, it was the strongest it had ever been. Which was why you could feel that they were walking towards you and they were almost out of the classroom, part of you wanted to push through the other people and get out of the building but your instincts raged against that thought, making your head hurt. The normal sign that you were choosing the wrong option, so instead you slowed your steps allowing the crowd to wash past you ensuring that you were practically the only ones in the hallway when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your body shivered at the feeling, as a shock radiated from where her hand had touched.

“Hello,” Lorraine smiled at you, you pouted a little when you noticed that you were shorter than her. Ed and Lorraine shared a look, a heat in their eyes as they took in your lips pushing forward before you quickly forced a calm look over your face.

“Hi,” you said eyes shifting between the two quickly, unsure who to focus on and not wanting to stare at either of them for too long. The pain in your head had disappeared, and in replace of it was a feeling of light, like you were flying almost.

“We noticed you in the lecture, you seemed very interested but we noticed you didn’t have any questions,” Ed said, an eyebrow raised. You couldn’t quite determine the tone of his voice, but it was nothing like the one he used in the lecture.

“Oh, um,” you had never told anyone before that you had had experiences with spirits, the demonic and other creatures of the supernatural. Learning how to deal with them, and help others but you had stayed under the radar not wanting to gain the attention of the Church.

“It’s alright,” Lorraine smiled her hand squeezing your arm, it was odd, normally you didn’t like people touching you but the feel on Lorraine’s hand on your arm calmed you, and that was something you didn’t like. Her eyes were kind and gentle but still had the feeling of seeing right through to your soul. “You can tell us. I feel a similarity between us, don’t you?”

You sighed rubbing the back of your neck, knowing that Lorraine could sense the thing that made you different, just as you could sense it in her. The sound of voices drew your attention to the hallway over the shoulder of the demonologists and you clamped up, drawing further into yourself.

“Perhaps not here,” Ed suggested. “We could grab some coffees and go to the park that isn’t far from here?”

You bit your lip as you considered your options, the light flying feeling you had got stronger when you thought about going with them and the pain in your head returned when you thought about denying the suggestion. You winced reaching up to rub your forehead and quickly brought your thoughts back to going with them.

“Alright,” you nodded ignoring them sharing a look of concern at your wince.

--

The three of you were walking through the park, aiming for a table on the far side that was away from everyone else that was in the park. You were walking in the middle, having tried to be on the outside but Ed had swiftly moved to your other side the moment that you had left the university and all the way to the coffee shop and to the park. You had also tried to pay for your own drink but again Ed had moved swiftly and ordered his and Lorraine’s drink and paid for all of them before you could pull out the money for your drink. They had made small talk during the walk but you had found it difficult to speak to them, the pressure of what you had to tell them was too much. But you hadn’t felt any pain in your head so you figured you were still doing the right thing.

You sat on one side of the table and Ed and Lorraine sat on the other side, both of them placing their forearms on the table and leaning forward. Not necessarily in your space but definitely letting you know that they were paying attention to you.

“So, I didn’t asks questions because I already knew a lot  of what you were talking about,” you explained with no prompting you didn’t want to give yourself a chance to back out, you had in the past ignored the pain in your head and it eventually disappeared but it honestly wasn’t worth it. You knew these two wouldn’t call you crazy but it was still worrisome. Especially if they decided to go to the Church. But there is no way your instincts would tell you to go with them if doing so would endanger you.

“Have you had experience with spiritual beings?” Lorraine asked tilting her head to the side a little.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I…feel things, not quite like you, Lorraine, and I have…dealt with beings that have been causing havoc with people.  I know the Church frowns upon such things but why should people have to continue to suffer if I can help.”  

“That can be very dangerous,” Ed started, his brow furrowed. You felt a flare of anger but also something different at his words. Anger that he felt the need to tell you that what you were doing was dangerous, it was almost condescending. And another part of you, hummed. Happy that someone was concerned for you, it had been a long time since anyone had thought about you enough to be worried.  

“I am well aware however, it is far safer for a person like me to do it then you,” you pointed out defensively. “You do not have…let’s say extra senses. I do. Plus my instincts have never let me down, they have a way of telling me if I am making the wrong decision.”

“She does have a point, Ed,” Lorraine laughed, poking her husband in the arm grinning cheekily at him when he looked at her. He rolled his eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek. Your body warmed at the smile on her face when she looked back at you and winked. “How does it work?”

“Well, when I choose the correct option I get this light, almost flying feeling,” you had never had to explain that feeling to anyone before so do so now it was difficult. “And when I even so much as think about the wrong option I get a pain in my head, and it stays until I change my mind. Sometimes when I decide to ignore it the pain can last for several days.”

“So coming with us was the correct choice?” Ed asked, his eyebrow raised again and a teasing glint in his eyes. His lips were quirked into the same little smirk he had when he had caught your eyes in the lecture.

“How do you know I didn’t just decide to ignore the pain?” raising your eyebrow you found your own lips quirking up into a teasing grin.

“You looked in pain until you agreed to come with us,” Ed responded, his eyes dropping to your lips for a split second before he sent a look to Lorraine who seemed to soften even more. The humming in your body slowed to a softer hum from what it had been, the light feeling that normally only stays in your body for a few minutes after you follow through on the correct option had stayed, burning brighter than normal and slowly moving out from the centre of your body.  

“I guess you have me there,” you muttered pouting again, you caught Lorraine’s eyes dropping to your lips this time.

“What else do you feel? You said it wasn’t quite like my feelings,” Lorraine inched her hands towards yours that were resting on the table but you moved back. That connection was not something you wanted, you knew Lorraine would be able to sense something and you didn’t want to know if that was a good thing or not.

“Yes, I don’t have visions or feel emotions that are connected to items or memories,” you shrugged. “But I am attuned to peoples auras, which is helpful when people are being targeted by the demonic or spirits. And I tend to be able to sense even the smallest presence of the supernatural creatures.”

“That would be incredibly helpful,” Ed nodded.

“It is, and I can’t explain how but it tends to help me deal with them as well,” you continued. “I have created ways in which to handle the supernatural creatures.”

“You keep saying supernatural creatures?” Lorraine asked, confusion clear as day on her face.

“You believe in spirits and the demonic, surely it can’t be too much of a stretch to think that other creatures of myth exist?” you teased them both.

“We have never encountered them,” Ed stated, a hint of the tone he used to lecture entering his tone.

“And yet they still exist, you do tend to only take on cases that the Church asks you too, and they only hear about possessions, and demonic,” you rolled her eyes. “And I also hate to break it to you but demons are capable of a lot more than what you realise.”

“And you exorcism them?” Lorraine appeared to be getting more and more concerned.

“If I can,” you nod. “There are ways to trap them and limit their power. You know, I am not the only one who is out there helping those that the Church ignores.”

“The Church-” Ed’s tone had become as defensive as yours had been moments before.

“Only takes on cases that they are able to get proof on, and only look at potential hauntings or demonic presences,” you interrupted leaning forward getting passionate. “And they don’t even consider looking at anything else. I have helped people who have gone to the Church and been turned away, no-one even went to look. And don’t even get me started on the fact that they are less likely to help those who haven’t been baptised or don’t go to church.”

Lorraine was studying your face, you knew that she was most likely sensing something. Another clairvoyant you had met once mentioned that when you feel any emotion with an intensity, this presence tends to appear alongside yours. You were cautious when you asked them what it felt like. They had said that it was different, almost like nothing they had sensed before, it wasn’t dark or malicious but in the same breathe it wasn’t light either. It was there but they mentioned feeling a strong sense of protectiveness from the presence.

“Don’t worry about that,” you waved your hand at her.

“Worry about what?” Ed asked looking between the two of you.

“She has a presence,” Lorraine’s voice was distant as she was still focusing on you and whatever the presence was.

“And before you even suggest it I am not possessed or being tormented by a demonic spirit,” you drawled tone blank. “A clairvoyant I met a few years ago sensed the same thing you are when I got angry. They said it was neither malicious or light, it merely protective of me and just there, and they weren’t worried and neither am I.”

Ed closed his mouth, a huff of amusement leaving him as you correctly predicted what his next concern would be. He looked to his wife for confirmation, and saw that she wasn’t worried more curious than anything. His eyes switched back to you and scanned the part of your body that he could see. You were a very attractive young woman, maybe around ten years younger than Lorraine and nearly twelve years younger than him. He knew Lorraine thought the same if the way she was with you was any indication but he knew his wife and he knew she was draw to you and not just for the fact that you had similar abilities. For he was drawn to you as well.

“Alright I will concede the point I wanted to make about the Church,” Ed turned the conversation back to the point before it had been sidetracked. “Other than your gifts how do you know how to deal with these supernatural creatures?”

“From others, there are a number of, they call themselves hunters, that had gathered information from trial and error I suppose and they pass it on,” you explained. “Some keep journals to pass on when they decide to “retire” and whenever we meet each other we give ways to communicate.”

“How do others not know of these things?” Lorraine had finally refocused on the conversation and not on the presence inside as it had disappeared once your passion and anger had simmered down.

“We don’t allow it, we deal with them without any fanfare, we don’t discuss it with anyone who isn’t already aware to some degree of the supernatural,” you took the final sip of your drink. “It’s better that way, prevents a panic. I mean can you imagine what would happen if people actually believed in demons and ghouls and vampires?”

“Nothing good I imagine,” Ed agreed reaching out to grab your cup and Lorraine’s before standing up to throw them in the bin that was closest to your table. Leaving you alone with Lorraine.

“You don’t want me to touch you,” it was a statement rather than a question.

“It’s complicated,” you sighed rubbing the back of your neck. “The last time a clairvoyant touched me my instincts flared, they didn’t like him touching me. And I also don’t really like knowing that that touch can give you a deeper insight into me.”

“I touched your shoulder before-”

“Over my shirt,” you interrupted again. “I think clairvoyant gifts only work on me if they touch my skin. My clothing provides a bit of a barrier…I think. And I did get a bit of an electric shock.”

“Hm, that is an interesting theory,” Lorraine smiled. “Before my husband comes back, if we needed your assistance on a case, would you be willing to help us?”

“On the condition that the Church never knows about me,”

“Of course,” Lorraine agreed. “We’d keep you completely away from that side of things.”

“Will your husband agree?” you raised an eyebrow. “I know how to completely disappear, so if there is-”

“I wouldn’t tell a soul,” Ed’s voice interrupted coming from your side as he took a seat beside you instead of back with his wife.

 You inched a little away from him, under the guise of giving him more space. You dutifully ignored all the happy feelings his presence brought up in you. And you also ignored the warmth you could feel from his body as he followed you, not quite touching you but also leaving little space between your bodies. You risked a glance at his face only to find him already watching you, his blue eyes were captivating. You flushed as you tore your gaze away to find Lorraine watching you again, her own blue eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing look but you noticed that she didn’t seem put off by any of it. You cheeks heated further as Lorraine continued to watch you and you could feel Ed’s gaze on you as well, the combination of their attention was both too much and not enough. Lorraine’s gaze was soft but you could feel a heat behind it especially when you poked your tongue out to wet your lips, her eyes tracing the movement.

You quickly thought about leaving and when no pain followed you stood up startling the two demonologists with your movement. The light flying feeling you had dimmed leaving behind a cold emptiness inside. But that was preferable to the pain and to the humming that your body was doing in their presence.

“I need to get going,” you declared stepping over the seat and striding away. 

“Wait!” Ed called after you. Your body froze without your say so, the empty feeling starting to fill with warmth again. You refused to turn back around however your fingers tangling together in-front of you.

“We have a case that we may need your help on,” Lorraine started. “We could discuss it over lunch?” Lorraine had moved closer to you, standing to your side and trying to catch your eye. You hung your head and sighed.

“Tomorrow?” you asked. “I do actually have some errands to run today.”

“Tomorrow,” Ed agreed.

Lorraine past you a folded piece of paper. “Our address, come by anytime after 11.”

Nodding you started walking again the cold empty had gotten smaller once you had agreed to meet up with the married couple again. You truly had no idea what to make of your instincts and why they were reacting the way they were, nor did you have any idea what make of how the two demonologists had acted around you. Hopefully, lunch tomorrow would get all of this shit sorted but you wouldn’t be surprised if it only made it worse.

--

“She is certainly something else,” Ed muttered watching you walk away, Lorraine noticed how his eyes seemed dropped once or twice to watch your hips sway before he tore them away.

“Yes, I did rather notice how she seemed to captivate you from the moment you saw her,” Lorraine teased.

“Honey, as if you can talk,” Ed wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked off in the opposite direction. “I saw you watching her lips while she talked.”

“We did always have the same taste,” Lorraine grinned. “You want her.”

Ed was aware of the fact that his wife wasn’t asking, she was telling him. He squeezed her tight to his side and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.

“So do you,” Ed responded. The two of them were incredibly in sync with each other, knowing the other well enough to know when they wanted something.

“It has been a while since we found someone that interested the both of us enough,”

“Shall we test the waters?”

“I think we can be certain that she is interested in the both of us if her adorable flush was anything to go by,” Lorraine chanced a look over her shoulder and was rewarded with one last look at you before you disappeared around the corner. “Maybe we can be not as subtle, in testing the waters tomorrow.”

“She doesn’t like touch too much, but we can come up with a way,” Ed grinned.

--

“Why couldn’t I have been born without this shit?” you asked yourself as you sat in your car outside the Warren’s house.

It was a beautiful house in a beautiful suburb, which just reinforced the fact that this was a married couple, with a daughter. You thumped your head against the steering wheel before the tugging that had started in your chest grew stronger and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. The humming started back up and kept getting stronger the closer you got. As did your light flying feeling, which told you that you were doing the right thing. The door opened just as you reached it, you didn’t know if that meant they were watching out a window or if Lorraine just knew that you had arrived.

“Welcome!” Lorraine happily welcomed you in to their home. She moved towards you before she pulled back. “Please come in.”

You tilted your head as you realised she probably wanted to hug you but remembered that you weren’t always comfortable with it. But the humming seemed to deflate a little when she didn’t hug you. You smiled at her and it wasn’t as forced as you thought it would be, you also couldn’t help but notice how the clothing she wore today hugged her curves quite nicely.

“Hi, thank you,” you were again a little soft spoken, it irked you a little that two people could have this effect on you, when nothing ever had before. “You have a lovely home.”

The inside of the house was as beautiful as the outside, there was signs that they had truly made this house their home. There were books and records everywhere. Photos of them and a young girl who you assumed was their daughter and an older woman, who looked like Lorraine so you assumed was her mother. You noticed paintings on the wall and upon closer inspection saw Ed’s name signed down the bottom of all of them.

“Oh my, these are,” you breathed eyes taking in all the details. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Ed’s voice finally got your attention away from his paintings. He stood next to Lorraine, his arm wrapped around her waist as they both watched you in their house as you were taking everything in. “Welcome to our home.” Just like with Lorraine you couldn’t help but notice how nicely his clothes fitted to his body, he was wearing more causal clothes then the suit he wore yesterday. The clothes he wore today displayed the muscles in his arms so nicely that you had to force your eyes away from them.

“Thank you,” you found your smile growing in Ed’s presence making you freeze for a moment before turning back to look at the paintings. Your cheeks heating again.

“Lunch will just be another ten minutes,” Lorraine detached herself from Ed and walked beside you, she was careful not to touch you as she placed her arm behind your back. Even though there was space in-between her arm and your back plus the material of your clothes you could have sworn you felt the heat from her arm.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You always found it a little odd to just sit or stand around while others prepared meals.

“You can keep Lorraine company while I finish up,” Ed smiled falling in step behind you and Lorraine after you past him. “There’s some drinks at the table.”

“Okay,” you agreed as Ed pulled out two chairs beside each other, Lorraine gently nudged you into one before taking the other. Ed’s hands stayed on the back of them as you pulled them back in. You felt a quick swipe of his thumb on your back before it was gone, your body shivered at the contact. A simmering heat started at the point of contact and moved outwards warming your body as it went.

“We’re having some crispy shredded chicken, with some potato salad,” Lorraine said taking a jug and pouring some into a glass. “Do you drink?”

“That sounds delicious,” you smiled, your mouth watering at the thought. “And yes I do…”

“How does a margarita sound?” Lorraine grinned, sitting the glass in-front of you and pouring herself one and then another glass and setting it across the table where a third plate was set.

“Delicious,” you nodded taking a sip, a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips at the taste. “Did Ed make this as well?”

“He did,” Lorraine grinned turning a little in her chair to face you, propping her head up on her hand. “Isn’t he talented, he can cook, make amazing drinks and paint?”

You blinked a little confused by the tone of Lorraine’s voice but you agreed with her statements, Ed was incredibly talented and if lunch tasted as good as it smelled you would be in heaven. Your body warmed, and it wasn’t just from the cocktail, Lorraine was being very careful not to touch but kept a small amount of space between the two of you. You could hear Ed in the kitchen, humming a little to the song that was playing in softly in the background, your smile becoming gentle as you took another sip of your drink.

“Yes he is,” you agreed, unable to maintain eye contact with Lorraine as you looked down at the table. “You are very lucky, as is your daughter.” You forced yourself to remember that these two were not only married but had a daughter. 

“Indeed, Judy is out with my mother,” Lorraine provided without any prompting. “They’re enjoying a day in the park before going back to my mother’s for the night.”

“That’s sweet, I bet they’ll both enjoy that,” you looked back up at her, you couldn’t help but watch her lips as she took a sip. Your blood felt like it was on fire, and as hard as you tried to ignore it your pussy had started to throb a little, from the moment you noticed how the Warrens looked in their clothes.

“They should do, which give us plenty of time to discuss our case and also to get to know each other,” Ed responded entering from the kitchen with three plates of food balanced perfectly. “And I hope you enjoy this.”  

Ed placed the first plate in-front of you and the second in-front of Lorraine, making sure to kiss her lips as he did, you quickly looked away before you could be caught staring. Ed then took the seat across from the both of you, his lips pulled back into a smile.

“It smells delicious,” you assured him, picking up your fork to taste the chicken. Your eyes shuttered closed as a moan left your lips at the taste of the chicken. It was so beautifully tender and seasoned.

Ed had to shift a little in his seat at the sound that left your mouth, it was positively sinful. Lorraine squeezed her legs together as she felt her panties get a little wet. They shared a heated look both thinking how much they wanted to hear that noise in a different setting.

“I take it you like it?” Lorraine asked, a teasing tone to her voice that you missed entirely.

“This is amazing, Ed,” you praised any concerns you had previously about why these two had such an effect on you forgotten in the face of really good food. It was the easiest way to get through your walls, good food.

“Thank you,” Ed grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

You eagerly dug into the meal, taking a sip of the margarita in between every few mouthfuls. This was one of the best meals you had had in a while, you mostly grabbed take out or frozen meals, seeing as how you couldn’t cook at all. It was in the best interest of everyone if you never touched a stove. Ed and Lorraine watched, they both rather liked the image of you at their table enjoying a meal cooked by Ed. Lorraine had even inched closer to you her leg slowly pressing into yours bit by bit when you only glanced at her a little, a soft smile sent her way before you went back to eating. Ed stretched out one of his legs to tap your foot with his. Neither of them touching bare skin, as Lorraine was wearing a pair of pants, the material soft against the skin of your leg. Your body seemed to settle from the contact between the three of you, the humming settling down.

You settled back into your chair nursing the last bit of your drink, content from the delicious meal you had consumed when you noticed Lorraine and Ed watching you. Your cheeks heated at their attention, you carefully placed your glass back on the table and looked down.

“Sorry, it’s been a while since I have had a home cooked meal, I normally just get take out or a frozen meal,” you muttered, unsure why you felt the need to explain why you absolutely devoured that meal. You weren’t going hungry but there is something that is just superior about home cooked meals.

“No need to apologise,” Ed smiled, deciding to test the waters a bit more and reached out to cover your hand with his, pausing with his hand hovering above yours to give you time to move away. When you didn’t he gently placed his hand over yours and squeezed softly. “It’s a great compliment to the chef when people enjoy their food so much they can’t stop until its gone.”

Lorraine noticing that you didn’t pull away from her husband’s touch leaned into you, gently placing an arm over your shoulders, her fingers softly stroking the skin of your arm. She too moved slowly, waiting to see if you would move away from her touch before she actually touched you, when you leant into her side she grinned. An electric shock went through both of you the moment she touched your skin with her fingers, your body heated from the inside out, in a very pleasant way.

“Oh,” Lorraine maintained the contact, as her body started to heat and that feeling she got when she felt the presence yesterday returned. It wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact it made her feel safe, the thing seemed to wrap around both her and Ed, extending its protective circle around them.

“What?” Ed asked, you had been worried that he might feel left out from not being able to feel what you and Lorraine were feeling but he mostly appeared curious as he stroked you hand.

“The presence that is inside our girl, it wants to protect us,” Lorraine explained staring at you with wonder. “It feels like safety, and my body is heating up, it feels like electricity is passing between us.”

You thought you had misheard when Lorraine referred to you as “our girl” but when Ed only nodded and looked between you and his wife with awe you thought that maybe that is what you heard. You felt the warmth in your body finally reach your hand that was resting under Eds. You bit your lip wondering if you could find a way to pass the warmth to him as well. Ed’s fingers stopped stroking your hand his eyes growing wide as he looked at you.

“I think I can feel…warmth,” he whispered in wonder. You grinned, though unsure of how you managed it, happy that Ed didn’t have to be left out. “Our girl.”

The presences within you seemed content, in a way you hadn’t felt before, the humming was now a constant low buzz in the background. You wanted to test something, so you thought about getting up and leaving, about never returning to them. The pain that ripped through you head was like nothing else you had felt before, you gasped eyes squeezing shut.

“What happened?” Ed was up and out of his seat, coming around to your side of the table and kneeling beside you, his hand on your thigh. Lorraine had moved her hand that was stroking your arm to the back of your head, gently rubbing through your hair as her other hand fell to your thigh closest to her.

“It’s fine,” you waved their concern away quickly letting the thoughts drop, the warmth returned as did the light. “I…just needed to test something.”

“And it caused you pain?” Lorraine asked. “You thought about a decision that was wrong.”

“Yeah, I thought…I thought about leaving and not returning,” you confessed softly. You had only known these two for a day, if that, and you knew that your instincts were telling you that you had to stay with them but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t creep out the married couple. They might have both called you “our girl” but that also doesn’t mean anything.

“It would seem that you are meant to be here,” Lorraine told you, pressing a kiss against your cheek, grinning as your entire face went red.

“With us,” Ed added squeezing the thigh that was under his hand. His eyes smouldering when he saw how you reacted to Lorraine merely kissing you on the cheek. 

“But,” you saw a photo of them with their daughter and it was like ice water had been dropped on you. Ed and Lorraine gasped, feeling the drop in your warmth from their connections with your skin. “Your daughter, you are married and you have a child.”

“Our child who will understand,” Lorraine assured you. “My mother used to date more than one person, and Judy asked about it one day, poly relationships are easy to explain to a child.”

“But the church,” you tried again only to have Ed gently cup your cheek and tilt your head upwards as he stood up.

“It is a little at odds with the teachings of the church but Lorraine and I have come to terms with it long ago, before we had Judy we use to see other people for either short term or long term,” Ed explained. “But none of them ever felt right enough for it to become permanent.”

“But there is something about you that is different,” Lorraine continued. “We can’t explain it but I think the fact that you were in so much pain when you thought about leaving us just confirms that this difference is a good thing. That we are meant to be.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip, trying to sort through your thoughts, ignoring the humming that had started back up in earnest when both Ed and Lorraine acknowledged that you belong with them and they belonged with you. It was absurd for you all to be feeling so strongly about strangers, even knowing what you know about the supernatural it was weird to you. But that was only a small part of your brain, the rest, well the rest was happy with what you were feeling. It was like pieces of the puzzle finally coming into place, like coming home. And your instincts had never led you astray before, the last time you ignored them when it concerned a relationship you had ended up with a man who cheated on you constantly. You focused back on the couple beside you, they were trying hard to hide their hope but when you smiled at them, their faces blossomed. They seemed to have a conversation between themselves before they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks.

“Our girl,” they both grinned, enjoying the flushed look on you. “May we kiss you?”

“Yes,” you answered softly. Obviously the conversation they had was regarding who was going to get the first kiss. Lorraine nudged your chin up and around to her, with a finger, her thumb stroking your bottom lip. Ed’s hands were gently holding your hips, as he kneeled back down, encouraging you to turn slightly in your chair to face Lorraine.

The first touch of her lips against yours was soft and gentle. Just a press before she tugged your bottom lip between hers sucking it into her mouth, drawing a whine from you. She released your lip, pressing back in, licking your lips to encourage you to separate them, her tongue delved into your mouth tasting you and drawing your tongue to twine with hers. You could feel Eds hands squeezing your hips, before one of them reached around to wrap around your stomach, pressing you against him while Lorraine pressed into your front. Lorraine pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your lips before she separated entirely from you, looking down at her husband to see his darkened eyes staring at the two of you.

“Your turn,” Lorraine whispered nudging you towards him.

Ed stood up, copying what Lorraine did to draw your head up as he bent down to capture your mouth. Where Lorraine’s kiss had been gentle, and calm, kissing Ed was like a storm. It was demanding, he took control in a different way to his wife, his teeth tugging on your lip before he pulled your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his teeth graze along it before he pushed it back in your mouth with his tongue following. You could feel your clit throbbing as more of your arousal soaked your panties. Ed pulled away from the kiss, scraping his teeth along your jaw quickly before he stood up. He smirked, a little proud of himself for leaving you breathless and your eyes almost glazed over, as your breasts heaved. His eyes dropped to them, licking his lips as he imagined what they would feel like in his mouth. Lorraine was busing dropping kisses along your neck, her hands stroking up and down your thighs as she pressed her chest against your back. Your hands had stretched up to rest against Ed’s stomach, as your eyes dropped from his unable to handle the heat in them. You blinked, eyes widening in surprise when you saw the bugle in his jeans. His cock hard and straining.

“I think we should move to the couch,” Ed almost purred with his suggestion, glancing at his wife before he reached down for your hands and tugged you up and into his chest. You felt his hard cock pressing into your stomach, he groaned at the pressure grinding into you as Lorraine stood up and led the way into the lounge room. Ed squeezed your hands as he tugged you to follow her.

“Anytime you want to stop, just say,” Lorraine said as she sat down, Ed placing you next to her before he took a seat behind you, his hands finding your hips again.

“Promise us, pretty,” Ed leaned in.

“I promise.”

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