#lorraine broughton

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Pride month Day26

Lorraine & Delphine Atomic Blonde (2017)

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"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

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Charlize Theron

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[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.”

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

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she is to me what paul mescal is to young sad bisexual white girls on film twt

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I don't have type

Also me when she is a traumatized female detective

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Lorraine Broughton - Atomic Blonde, 2017

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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.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

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

You were never a real mother

Warnings: Fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, angst?

Word count: 2.1 K

Pairing: Lorraine Broughton x Fem!Reader

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

Requests: OPEN

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

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

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

Y/N could understand.

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

But Athena could never understand it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes mom" crooned the girl

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

"I love you, you know"

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

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

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

Athena felt the blood drain to her feet.

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

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

"Please, Thena, let's not start…"

"But mom…"

"No buts, go before you're late"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My problem is Lorraine Broughton”

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

"Well, Thena, look on the nice side…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, it's you"

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh honey, they are beautiful. Where…?

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

"They are perfect. Thank you so much"

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

"Oh honey, that's not necessary"

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

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

"Sweetie?"

"Yes mom?"

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

"Hi cute"

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

"What are you doing here?"

"Well honey… I live here"

"Unfortunately…"

"Thena!" yelled Y/N

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

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

"No!"

"Athena Broughton I'm not playing!"

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

"She hates me, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you"

"I love you much more"

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

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

"Can we go now?"

"Honey, we just got here"

"I'm not in the mood to be here…"

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

"Do you really care?"

"Clearly I care, Athena."

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

"Athena!"

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

"Lorraine!"

"I never asked you!"

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

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

"NOR AN OBLIGATION THAT I WANTED TO HAVE!"

"LORRAINE!"

The teenager got up and quickly left the restaurant.

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

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

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

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

"Why do you think that is not true?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I would do it"

"You are not helping me"

They both laughed.

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

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

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

"Where the hell were they?"

"Calm down mom. We were talking"

"but where?!"

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

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

"What?"

"But mom…"

"Shut up Thena"

"You can't grounded me"

"Don't tempt me Lorraine"

Note:

I have to admit I LOVED writing this. Thank you very much, mystery person.

I hope you enjoy it

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