#Lorraine Broughton

[padmaddean]

Pride month Day26

Lorraine & Delphine Atomic Blonde (2017)

[breathtakinglymiraculous]

"When you tell the truth you look different, your eyes change" - "Thanks for the warning" "What do you mean?" - "I mean I better not do it again." Atomic Blonde (2017) Dir. David Leitch Movies watched in 2024

[oliveoomph]

Charlize Theron

[jennychohair]

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Lorraine Broughton x fem reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gutlessbarbara]

Are the Charlize theron simps/fandom still alive??????????????? ?????? Plz I need to know 😭

[kavalyera]

oh you cunt merkel

[lilyflowerhere]

I don't have type

Also me when she is a traumatized female detective

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source: caveira-com-cigarro-aceso

[dovesintherain]

*deep inhale* … GOD I LOVE STRONG FEMALE CHARACTERS

[editfandom]

Lorraine Broughton - Atomic Blonde, 2017

[diver5ion]

[oliveoomph]

Charlize Theron

[charlizeafrica]

[drkmgs]

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

I have my ways.

Lorraine Broughton x Reader !Spy!

Warning: fluff-angst, mentioned sex and alcohol

Stroy type: One shot

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

Vienna International Airport.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[coramills]

Holding Out For a Hero - WLW Edition

[eniokai]

I'm obsessed

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"You know those movies where the picture just starts to slow down... and melt? Then catch fire? Well, that's Berlin." Back with an Atomic Blonde drawing! Her. 🤍 Prints of this drawing are available on Etsy: A3 size A4 or 13x18cm sizes