#lorraine day x y/n

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Between the Pews

lorraine day x female reader

summary: You recently move to a conservative Texas town, and find yourself drawn to the town’s resident good girl, Lorraine. A struggle between duty and desire, as a forbidden attraction ignites during Sunday church services.

word count: 1.2k

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The church was bathed in soft, golden light as the afternoon sun filtered through the stained glass windows.  It cast colourful patterns across the worn pews and the bowed heads of the congregation.  You fought to stifle your laughter as you noticed the rainbow pattern projected by the sunlight, dancing across the back of the town mayor.

Your mother gave you a subtle nudge, her way of telling you to keep quiet.  Moving from Silicon Valley to a small conservative town in Texas was the very definition of a downgrade.  Your father's work had forced the relocation, and at first you didn't mind it.  But blending in with the locals and adopting their ways was definitely not part of the deal. Then again, when your dad's job— your family's livelihood, depends on pleasing the townsfolk, that's what you have to expect.

Churches weren't all so bad.  You remember some in the Valley that were all inclusive and didn't care that you were gay, but something about the parking lot full of Fords and the old to young attendee ratio told you that this church was not one of them.  You wondered why your parents would subject you to the torture of a homophobic church, but that was until you saw her.

And torture has never looked so good.

You sat in the back, as you always did, you weren't entirely sure if it was a choice on your end or if it was the church goers not approving your family yet.  Either way you didn't mind. 

Your arms casually draped over the wooden bench. Lorraine was in her usual spot near the front, her hands clasped neatly in her lap. She wore a modest white blouse and a pale blue skirt that ended just below her knees.  Around her neck, a delicate silver cross hung, resting just above the modest neckline of her blouse.

Your eyes were drawn to her, as they had been every Sunday since you first walked into this church almost a month ago. She was the picture of piety, the good Christian girl everyone wanted her to be.  Yet there was something in the way her gaze would flicker back to you, brief and hesitant, like she was afraid of being caught, that told you that she wasn't what this town wanted her to be.

You wondered how important it was to her that she sat in the pews at the front.

The preacher went on and on, his words never reaching you as your focus remained on Lorraine. Her eyes met yours again, and this time, she held it. There was a moment of something—a connection, an understanding that passed between you, electric and undeniable. She looked away as quickly as it happened, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

You leaned back, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips.  She was trying so hard to maintain her composure, to be the perfect daughter of the church.  But you knew better. You knew there was more to her than the prim and proper exterior she showed the world.

The service ended, and the congregation slowly rose to their feet. Your family remained seated as your father gave smiles to onlookers who wouldn't even spare him a glance.

Lorraine stood up, straightening her skirt with a her careful hands. You watched her, noting the slight shake in her fingers as she gathered her things and made her way towards the door. There was a tension in the air between you two, something unsaid, something waiting to be acknowledged.  But you let it go, for now.

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Two Weeks Later

The days had passed slowly, each one blending with the next as you replayed that moment over and over in your mind. You hadn't seen Lorraine since the previous Sunday.  You avoided the places you knew she might be, not out of fear, but because you wanted to give her space.  Whatever had happened between you two was intense, too intense for someone who lived in this town their entire life to process quickly.

But now, two weeks later, you were back in the same church, sitting in a different pew, few rows ahead. Not sure if it was due to an increase in your family's social acceptance in the town or your fondness towards a certain girl.

Your eyes inevitably are drawn to the front where Lorraine sat few rows back from her usual pew. Her posture perfect as always, but you noticed the slight stiffness in her shoulders, the way her hands gripped the edge of the pew just a little too tightly. The cross necklace on her neck missing, and you could feel the weight of it in your jacket pocket, heavier with each passing second.

It had been an impulsive move, taking it. You hadn't planned on it, but when she had stood so close to you, her breath warm against your cheek, her voice trembling as she whispered words she wasn't supposed to feel, you couldn't resist.  You'd lifted it from her neck as you kissed her, like all the religious guilt she'd feel for what she's doing with you will vanish with the lack of necklace on her. A kiss that was meant to be quick but had turned into something more—a tangle of lips and emotions that neither of you fully understood.

The memory burned in your mind as you sat there, the necklace hidden away in your pocket, a secret you held close. You could still feel the softness of her lips, the way she had hesitated, then surrendered to you completely. It had been a moment of weakness, or perhaps a moment of truth.  You weren't sure which.

You stood up slowly, the church now nearly empty, and made your way towards the door. Lorraine was still there, her body present by her mind far.  When she noticed you, her breath caught, and she quickly looked away, her hand subconsciously moving to the spot where the necklace used to rest.

Or so you assumed it was subconscious. You considered approaching her, returning the necklace, maybe she wanted it back.

But then you thought better of it. Some things were better left unsaid. As you walked past her, you allowed your fingers to brush lightly against hers, a brief deliberate touch that made her stiffen.

You kept walking, out into the cool afternoon air, the necklace still in your pocket. You didn't look back, but you could feel her eyes on you, watching, wondering. Maybe she would ask for it back. Maybe she wouldn't. Either way, the connection between you, created in that brief moment of stolen intimacy, was something neither of you could deny.

Your parents were talking to you, but you weren't paying attention. Your thoughts were consumed by that necklace, by what it represented, by what it meant that she hadn't asked for it back. Was she waiting for you to make the first move?  Or was she hoping to forget that moment altogether?

But maybe, just maybe, some questions didn't need answers.  Maybe some moments were meant to linger, unresolved, leaving a mark that neither time nor distance could erase.

Some things were better left unsaid, but that didn't make them any less real.  And as you walked away, the cool metal of the cross pressing against your palm, you couldn't help but wonder if Lorraine was thinking about that night too—if she was missing her necklace, or if she was missing something more.

[letorip]

Lorraine Day Headcanons? :))

lorraine day headcanons

very fun to think about and heavily inspired by romeo and juliet, i know other people had also requested i do headcanons for lorraine but i was just gonna do the one, so if people want more lmk. you might be a bit crazy but whatever

sorry for the wait btw this was requested a looong time ago i believe

you and lorraine have been aware of each other since childhood, but you don’t ever interact or become something even close to friends because of a very simple reason: your parents absolutely despise each other, and have since you moved there

it doesn’t matter that both your family and the day family are farmers, or that the town is very small— it’s functionally split down the middle, in allegiances to each side that only worsen with time

you have your friends, lorraine has hers, and you both know to stay very far away from each other, even if you’ve never actually interacted much

though you don’t speak to one another, you have your minds made up about each other. lorraine day is condescendingly smart and ambitious, and all the time she spends silently under RJ’s arm is also spent judging you with her eyes. you, on the other hand, are overconfident and idiotic, and you spend any time you haven’t got your hand down a girl’s pants doing something stupid with your friends

of course, neither of you have actually spoken to the other long enough to actually see if you’re correct in your evaluation, but you also know speaking would be a minefield, what with cousins and friends who are just as passionate about the divide as your parents

you only actually meet properly for the first time at a high school party that’s getting busted by the local sheriff for getting too loud

immediately once the sirens go off, you’re running through the woods, chucking the half empty beer can over your shoulder and racing into the trees

you wind up hiding in one, well hidden up in the branches, easy to climb but not to see, and you wait in the dark as you watch police flashlights comb through the forest in the search of teens

you don’t know why you do it, but you can see the police closing in on lorraine, and though it can compromise your position, you reach down from the tree, whisper “up here,” and yank her into your hiding space

you’re definitely both extremely wary of each other in the spot. you keep glancing in the other’s direction like you think she’ll betray you or you’ll betray her but neither of you say anything for another hour until you’re sure they’re all gone

when she does get confident enough to speak, lorraine whispers “thank you…” softly in the night, and you do a double-take because you thought she would yell at you or something

you start talking, and go to help her down from the tree. you start walking back in the dark, towards the parking lot where a bunch of kids put their trucks, and the both of you are just chatting normally. about school, life, family stuff, anything

it definitely catches you both off balance because, well, neither of you seem unpleasant. you’re not stupid or hyper-sexual, and she’s not condescending or judgemental

the moment RJ finds you both, though, all hell breaks loose. he’s rushing over and tearing lorraine away from you, like you have the plague, shouting at you to “stay away from her!” and asking her if you did anything to her with your filthy (L/n) behaviour, and he has jackson and bobby-lynne there to back him up

it’s jarring to say the least, and you both stumble away from each other in a daze, to find your own friends watching lorraine suspiciously

both yours and lorraine’s parents are furious when they find out what happened (your best friend told yours and RJ told lorraine’s), and they warn you about each other, even after lorraine and you repeat over and over again that you were both nothing but pleasant and helpful

you see her again at school, but her friends are giving you death glares just as your friends are giving her death glares

you wind up talking under the bleachers, away from everyone, and you find you’re both just as pleasant as you were at the party

lorraine is intelligent and kind, along with incredibly introspective, and you’re funny and caring, and just a fun person to talk to. it’s refreshing and also a little strange, and you’re both trying to reconcile how the other isn’t some cruel monster your parents described them as

you sneak out back to the same woods as the party and talk to each other almost every night. she tells you about how she’s not entirely in love with RJ and hasn’t been for a long time, and you tell her about how you want to get out of your small Texas town and make something of your life. it’s like there’s a magnetism pulling you towards one another, and though it’s definitely star-crossed, considering your parents’ hostility, it also just feels right

lorraine is the one to kiss you. you say something silly about your car tire and how your idiot friend blew it out, and she’s just watching your lips as you talk until she can’t take it, and just reaches over and kisses you

you end up with your back to a tree and it definitely goes way past that lol

you hate having to hide your relationship from everyone else, so you decide, rather quickly, that you both want to run away together

you formulate a whole plan about how you guys will leave town suddenly, together, and leave a note for both your parents, saying you’re safe and in love

RJ tries to stop you after he finds it, saying you’ve done some sort of witchcraft on lorraine to brainwash her. he tries to attack you, but lorraine cracks him over the head with a baseball bat, and hops quickly into your car

you definitely drive off into the sunset, lol, surprising every person in town who sees you driving away together

after long enough, your parents reach out about wanting you to come home and that they want to make it all work between the families, as much as they hate each other

you live happily ever after? idk, maybe i’ll do a part 2 or make this a story

get ready cause i might be posting 2x tonight

[honorarysimp]

Chapter 2: None the Wiser

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You navigate your motorcycle down a quiet suburban street, the sun beginning its descent towards the horizon.

The houses lining the street all have a sense of tranquility about them, each one seemingly occupied by a picture-perfect family.

Eventually, you come to the correct address, the number nailed to the mailbox in front of the home. You kill the engine of your motorcycle, the silence that envelopes you as it dies almost soothing.

A frown tugs at your lips as you remove your helmet, your fingers running idly through your hair.

The sight of the house Lorraine calls home surprises you, the image of the "American Dream" lifestyle seeming at odds with the person you knew her to be. The white picket fence, meticulously kept lawn, and cozy abode all seem too perfect, too generic.

But then again, five years can change a lot.

You kick down the kickstand, the sound of the metal connecting with the concrete almost too loud in the still air. You swing your leg over and slip off the bike, the metal still warm from the overbearing sun of the afternoon.

With your helmet still in your hand, you nervously fidget with it, the metal of the strap cool against your fingers.

Taking a deep breath, then hooking your helmet on your handlebar, you approach the fence surrounding the home with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity.

You reach the gate, its white paint unblemished and gleaming beneath the fading sunlight. Hesitantly, you grip the latch and pushes open the gate, the hinges creaking slightly. You carefully step through just as a shrill caw cuts through the air, boots thumping against the manicured lawn.

The house stands in front of you, its pristine exterior almost unnaturally perfect. The windows sparkle, the white paint of the siding gleams, and there's a manicured rosebush that borders the front walkway that has been neatly trimmed into a small ball. A stone walkway leads to the front door, its brass knocker polished and gleaming.

You raise your fist, ready to knock, when a sense of wrongness suddenly washes over you. Something about this house doesn’t sit right with you, though you can’t quite place your finger on what it is.

Just as you’re about to shake off the feeling and knock, the door suddenly swings open.

Your brain processes the sight in front of you in an instant. The perfectly styled blonde hair, the picture-perfect smile, the air of false politeness.

Oh, no now this makes more sense.

You feel none the wiser with exactly who would greet you at the door, and you should’ve known better than to think this was Lorraine’s residency.

Bobby-Lynn, prior captain of the cheer squad back when you were all in high school, stands before you. Her blue eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

You barely manage to mutter a disbelieving "you've gotta be fucking kidding me" before she envelopes you in a fierce hug.

The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, the sickly-sweet scent almost suffocating. You stand there awkwardly, your arms remaining stiff at your sides as she grips you tightly.

“Oh my gosh! Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! Lorraine said you were comin’ but to be honest, I didn’t believe her-“

Lorraine? Oh. Oh, that little shit. She’s got some explaining to do.

After what feels like an eternity, she finally releases you, her perfectly manicured hands remaining on your arms as she steps back, her smile still plastered on her face. "I haven't seen you in years!" she exclaims, her voice dripping with false enthusiasm.

You forcing a smile, the gesture feeling more like a grimace than anything else. You take a step back, putting distance between yourself and her sticky sweetness. With a bluntness that masks your discomfort, you reply, "that was sorta the point”.

Her smile falters for a brief moment, not expecting your blunt response. Her gaze flickers for a moment, her eyes studying you closely, before that false smile returns, wider than before. "You never change, do you?" she quips, her voice dripping with artificial affection.

You ignore her question, the memories of high school and her presence causing your stomach to twist with unease. You glance over her shoulder, scanning the interior of the tidy living room for any sign of Lorraine. "Is Lorraine here or not?" you ask, your tone bordering on curt.

Bobby-Lynn’s false smile dips once more, but she quickly recovers, maintaining her sweet demeanor. "She’s in the kitchen, helping cook dinner as usual," she replies, her voice annoyingly cheerful.

You can’t help but make a face, your thoughts racing as you prepare to ask about Lorraine. You're about to speak, but before you can even ask, she links her arm through yours, the action nearly making you stumble.

“A lot has changed since high school, Rooks. Wipe that look off your face,” she says with a faux-chiding tone, her voice grating on your nerves.

You find yourself being pulled into the house, the door shutting behind you with an ominous finality. You cast a glance over your shoulder at the closed door, a frown tugging at your lips.

But before you can dwell on it, Bobby-Lynn guides you into the living room, her arm still linked through yours. As you look around, the space feels more like a lion's den than a comfortable living area. Every inch is meticulously arranged, the decor designed for maximum aesthetic appeal, yet everything feels cold and sterile.

Before you can even process your surroundings, the sight of Jackson — the once-star quarterback and now serving your country last you’d heard — standing to greet you catches you off guard.

His broad frame stands tall, his face a bit more weathered than when you last saw him in high school. But his greeting is what's most surprising, his face lit with an enthusiasm you've never witnessed him direct at you before.

“Rooks! You came!”

Jackson steps forward, his arms outstretched, and pulls you into a firm hug. You can smell a hint of his aftershave as he clasps you tightly, his broad chest pressing against yours. He pulls back slightly just as you register what’s going on, his hands remaining on your shoulders, and offers his condolences for your Pop.

"I'm real sorry for your loss," he says, his voice sincere as he gives your back a firm pat, your frame going rigid under his touch “best goddamn Mayor this town ever had”.

You remain still, your body taut as a bowstring, the forced embrace and pat on the back causing your skin to prickle with discomfort. You offer a nod of acknowledgment, but your expression remains stoic beneath his gaze.

Just as Jackson releases you fully, another voice intercedes, a familiar tone that causes your stomach to sink further. "Is that Rooks? Well, I'll be goddamn," the voice echoes, their tone filled with a mixture of surprise and a hint of mockery.

You turn, eyes landing on the source of the voice, and nearly laugh aloud at the sight of the man who stands before you. It's Wayne, his familiar face now sporting a hint of stubble and a few new lines around his eyes. But it's the woman who stands behind him that shocks you even more—Maxine, her red hair still as vibrant as your memories serve you.

Wayne continues speaking, his smooth voice layered with sarcasm and wit. "Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence again. Rooks, back from the dead. Never thought I'd see the day," he quips, a smirk on his lips.

Meanwhile, Maxine stands silently beside him, her gaze fixed on you. Her eyes study you intently, that vixen look you remember from high school still present beneath her lashes.

Bobby-Lynn's voice cuts in, admonishing Wayne. "Wayne, that's not funny. The poor thing’s Pop just passed. Show some respect," she says, her words laced with a hint of irritation.

Wayne's smirk falters slightly, and he offers a half-hearted apology, "sorry, Rooks. Didn’t mean to ruffle feathers”.

Your irritation mounts at Wayne's sly remark, and you respond curtly, your eyes narrowing.

"Clever," you mutter dryly, voice dripping with sarcasm. The sound of them using your old nickname only further adds to your annoyance.

You’ve never been fond of it, the name representing a part of your past you've been trying to leave behind.

Which gets brought to attention as Wayne sidles up to you, slinging his arm around your shoulders with a familiarity that sets your teeth on edge. He grins as he says, "I gotta ask, do you still see ‘em? Or did you finally grow out of that?"

His words sting, reminding you of the countless times he teased and belittle you for your ‘hallucinations’ way back when. A part of you wants to shrug off his arm, but you remain still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

You push past your discomfort, your words filled with bitterness and sharp with anger. "I haven't been 'seeing things,' Wayne. That was just your and everyone else's bullshit way of making my life a living hell" you snap, your voice dripping with venom.

His arm drops from your shoulders as you step away, creating distance between you and the unwelcome touch.

Wayne raises his hands in a mock surrender, a smirk still on his lips “whoa, relax, Rooks. I was just messing around," he says, his voice dripping with false innocence. His apology is insincere, the sarcastic tone he uses making it clear he hasn't changed one bit.

Just as you're about to lose your temper, the front door opens and Lorraine appears from around the corner, her presence making you feel even more on edge.

Your eyes flicker to Bobby-Lynn, a sense of betrayal washing over you as you realize she lied to you. You shoot her an accusatory look, your expression giving away your anger.

Lorraine steps into the room, her sweet and timid demeanor immediately defusing the tension in the air. Her voice echoes through the room, asking with gentle concern, "everythin’ alright?"

The sound of her voice instantly has a calming effect on you, even though you're still seething on the inside.

Maxine, whose gaze has been studying you almost hungrily, finally pipes in, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Oh, we was just catchin’ up," she says, her gaze unabashedly raking over your form.

Yeah, definitely still the same manipulative snake she was in high school.

You turn your gaze to Lorraine, preparing to ask her about why she made you come here, only for your words to die in your throat as you spot another familiar figure behind her. Your heart drops as you recognize the face of the man you thought would rather be caught dead than be around this crowd.

It's RJ, a scrawny band geek from high school. He was the epitome of ‘weird’ back then, always lingering on the outskirts of social groups. Oddly enough, he stands right behind Lorraine now, his presence here seeming completely out of place.

As your eyes roam over his figure, the last person you would've expected to see in this gathering, you can't help but feel a mix of surprise and old memories resurfacing. After all, you were just as much a ‘freak’ to everyone in the room at one point in time.

The sudden appearance of RJ toting up and showing off two bottles of wine awkwardly, stuns you into silence, your mind struggling to catch up with the unfolding situation. Everyone else, seemingly used to RJ's odd behavior, voices their approval with enthusiasm.

Everyone except Lorraine, who remains unnervingly silent, observing you intently as her eyes studying your every reaction.

You're still trying to wrap your head around RJ's appearance at this gathering when Wayne pipes up from beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder once again, this time his touch slightly less mocking. He speaks with a more sincere tone, his voice lacking the previous sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Rooks. I was just tryna cut the tension a bit. I didn't mean to come off so harsh," he offers apologetically, his eyes locking onto yours.

You take a moment, trying to sort through the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings swirling in your mind. As you stand there, RJ leads the others with a surprising confidence into the kitchen, leaving you feeling lost in a sea of unexpected emotions.

You remain frozen, your mind struggling to process the flood of emotions coursing through you. Wayne's hand drops from your shoulder as he follows the rest of the group into the kitchen, leaving you standing alone in the living room.

Too much. Too much. Where do you even start?

Lorraine silently approaches, her gentle presence having an unexpected calming effect on your tumultuous emotions. She looks at you intently, observing your expression and demeanor with a careful eye. For a brief moment, the two of you simply stand there, the silence filling the air as she waits for you to speak.

Your voice is tight, almost strained, as you whisper to Lorraine, "are you fucking kidding me? Them? Of all people?" Your body is tense, your chest feeling like a coiled spring as you take in the situation at hand.

The sight of all those who tormented you both from your past all gathered in one place, is overwhelming, and you're struggling to keep your composure.

Lorraine's voice is soft and earnest as she whispers to you, her gaze never leaving yours. "I'm sorry," she says quietly, her tone conveying a sense of understanding. "I know it must be overwhelming seeing them all here, but they've changed. You'll see”.

Her words cause a ripple of uncertainty to cross your features, but she adds a final thought, her tone gentle “you need people right now, and you wouldn't have agreed otherwise."

You clench your jaw, struggling to keep your emotions in check. A mixture of anger and disbelief washes over you as you glance towards the kitchen, where the sounds of boisterous laughter and conversation fill the air.

It's almost surreal to think that these people, who use to verbally crucify you on the daily, are now considered Lorraine's friends. Your anger and frustration bubble just beneath the surface, a bitter taste settling in your mouth.

Lorraine's gentle voice breaks through your thoughts, her soft "hey" drawing your attention back to her. Her eyes, wide and innocent, bring an unexpected sense of reassurance, grounding you for a moment.

"I'd never lead you astray," she says, her words filled with conviction. Looking into her earnest eyes, you can't help but believe her.

Your heart is racing, torn between anger, disbelief, and the unexpected comfort Lorraine manages to bring. You stand there, feeling the inner turmoil that threatens to spill over.

As Lorraine walks past you, her eyes never leaving yours until the last second, she offers a knowing look, as if she understands the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

With that, she continues on towards the kitchen, joining the others, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You stand there for a moment, undecided. This is the point where you'd normally leave, walking away from the people who caused you so much pain. You don't owe them anything, including Lorraine.

The words echo in your mind as you think about the decision you're facing. Why on earth would you stay in this situation, surrounded by people who had made your life miserable in the past? But then you think of her.

It's Lorraine, for Christ sake.

She has never been anything but kind and true to you. She's the only one you consider anywhere close to a friend, the only one you could ever… is trust the right word?

You feel a strange pull, as if some invisible force is urging you to stay, to give it a chance. Your mind races, trying to evaluate the situation and reason with yourself. Despite your reservations, you can't help but wonder — what exactly do you have to lose?

You take a deep breath, running your tongue along your teeth and clicking it against the roof of your mouth. You shake your head, sighing in frustration.

But Lorraine's words echo in your head, and as much as you hate to admit it, you can't deny that you do need people right now.

You may have despised your Pop, but he was still your father. Besides, it’s either this or return to that goddamn house of horrors.

With a clenched jaw and stiff movements, you slowly pivot on your heels, forcing yourself to move forward towards the kitchen.

Your reluctance and trepidation are evident in every step, but you push yourself onward, accepting the reality of your situation.

As you get closer to the kitchen, laughter and chatter grow louder in your ears, and you mentally brace yourself for what lies ahead.

You must be out of your goddamn mind, that has to be the explanation. This town, this fucking town.

Internally, you pray this won’t be a mistake.

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Over the past two hours, you've silently observed and taken mental notes on this odd group of friends, your inner investigator at work. You've noticed the subtle changes in their personalities, the unexpected friendships, and the hints of something lurking beneath the surface.

It's clear that time and circumstances have altered these people, and they're not the same ones you remember from high school.

But then again, they are. It’s strange.

Through your observations, you've noticed that Bobby-Lynn and Jackson are a couple, which isn't surprising given their past. However, the revelation that Wayne and Maxine are together comes as a surprise.

But what truly shocks you is the revelation that RJ and Lorraine are a couple now. You never saw that one coming.

You've noticed how RJ tries so hard, but it seems like an uphill battle. His overzealous and awkward enthusiasm clashes with Lorraine's quiet and soft-spoken nature. It's like watching a fish and a bird try to dance together, it just doesn't quite fit.

You observe the group from the sidelines, sipping on the same half-filled glass of red wine you've been nursing for what feels like days, always the outsider looking in.

Your eyes roam over the scene in front of you — the raucous laughter and the growing tipsiness of your old classmates. The familiar feeling of being the quiet onlooker takes hold, keeping you firmly on the fringes.

While observing the group, you’ve noticed the subtle glances exchanged between Bobby-Lynn and Maxine, each silently communicating something unknown.

It disturbs you, how its sole focus seems to consistently shift to Lorraine, who has also been sipping the same glass of wine since the first bottle was opened. There's a strange energy in the air between all three women, and you almost want to assume there's something deeper going on beneath the surface.

You don’t trust Maxine nor Bobby-Lynn as far as you could throw them, and that��s not saying much considering you don’t even trust them at arms length.

Lorraine's fingers toy with the stem of her glass, her eyes darting between Bobby-Lynn and Maxine. The air is thick with something, and you can almost feel the undercurrents of unspoken words that linger in the air.

The way Lorraine glances back and forth between the two women, her gaze never quite settling, leaves you with a sense of unease. There's something going on here, but you can't quite figure out what it is.

You’ve also been observing RJ's behavior with Lorraine; he's being more touchy than necessary, and every time Lorraine responds with a forced smile, one you recognize as her plastering on a facade.

It makes you uncomfortable, you don’t like it.

Suddenly, your eyes inadvertently meet hers, gazes locking for a moment almost as if she’s finally begun to feel the weight of your attention.

You quickly look away, feeling like you've stumbled into something you weren't supposed to see, something more complicated and strained than it should be.

You find yourself looking back at Lorraine, your eyes drawn to her against your will, like a magnet pull. To your surprise, she's still looking at you.

When your eyes meet, she shakes her head subtly. A clear message telling you to drop it, then looks away herself. But for some reason, you can't seem to break the magnetic pull, your gaze remaining locked on her for a moment longer than it should.

You mindlessly fidget with the stem of your wine glass, your eyes darting around the room. Finally, they land on Maxine, who is watching you with a calculating gaze.

As soon as your eyes meet hers, she takes a sip from her own glass, her knowing look making you feel like she can read your thoughts. You quickly look away, trying to seem casual, as conversation continues around you.

You excuse yourself, citing the need to use the bathroom. Bobby-Lynn motions down the hall, informing you where it’s located before leaning back against Jackson, who’s engaged in a boisterous banter with Wayne.

You refuse to look at Lorraine and RJ, avoiding the sight of his possessive hold on her. You tell yourself that it’s their business, not yours, and yet the fact that it’s continuing to bother you makes you angrier than ever.

It’s maddening, this irrational sense of anger and protectiveness towards Lorraine, over a relationship that should mean nothing to you.

As you make your way down the hallway, you involuntarily stop just short of passing a bedroom. A strange feeling, almost like a tug on your awareness, makes you pause, as if something is drawing your attention.

Something about the room beyond the half-open door tugs at the back of your mind, an ominous undercurrent that raises the hairs on your arms. You stand there, staring at the door, feeling an intense sense of unease. Your heart races, the air almost heavy with a feeling of foreboding.

Something feels amiss, something that fills you with a sense of impending danger or revelation. Every instinct screams at you to turn away and keep walking, but you can’t, your feet rooted to the spot.

Against your own better judgment, you find yourself moving towards the room like a puppet on strings, your body acting on its own accord despite your logical mind protesting.

This unnerving sensation, the feeling of being tugged by something other than your own volition, is becoming a disturbingly familiar occurrence for you more and more these days.

You slowly step inside the dimly lit room, your eyes darting around the surroundings. There's a faint hint of burning sage in the air, mixed with the scent of herbs. As you tentatively walk around, your gaze lands on a small, worn velvet pouch resting on the bedside table.

It looks innocuous, but there's something about it that catches your attention. You walk over to it, almost in a trance, and pick it up. Feeling the weight of the contents shifting around inside.

Your eyes flit towards the open door, a brief moment of indecision passing over your face. Every instinct tells you that you shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s wrong, but your curiosity and strange compulsion propel you forward. With a sense of both trepidation and determination, you ignore the nagging guilt and pour the content of the pouch out and into your free hand.

As the contents of the pouch spill out into your palm, you're taken aback for a moment.

The first thing you notice are several strands of hair, clearly someone's locks collected and tied together with a thin strip of leather.

Then there's a collection of small bones, which range in size and shape, some from small animals and some human-looking, like phalanges. There are also a few dried and crushed herbs mixed in, the unmistakable scent of sage among them.

Your eyebrows furrow and your mind whirls, searching for a reasonable explanation.

What on earth would snooty, picture-perfect Bobby-Lynn have an assortment of witchcraft material on her nightstand for?

It doesn’t make sense, it all clashes with the image you have of her in your mind. Sure, she’s a snobby bitch, but this?

You hastily put the components back into the velvet pouch, taking care to place it back exactly as you had found it.

Your mind is a tangle of thoughts and conclusions, but you shake your head, refusing to let your thoughts jump to conclusions based on such limited evidence.

You take a deep breath and exit the room, cracking the door just a hair behind you, being mindful to leave everything as undisturbed as possible.

Yeah, no, fuck this. Time to go.

You feign nonchalance, forcing a yawn as you reenter the room. Upon rejoining them, you quickly offer up an excuse to leave, "I think I'm gonna head out," you announce, avoiding eye contact with no one in particular.

Liar.

The protests come all at once, a chorus of voices blending together as everyone tries to persuade you to stay. Amidst it all, the sound of RJ’s drunken voice stands out, loud and slurred. Your gaze drifts to Lorraine, who looks obviously disappointed.

Your better judgment tells you to stay silent and mind your own business, but you find yourself gesturing towards RJ and locking eyes with Lorraine. In a soft but resolute tone, you ask her, "did he drive you here?"

RJ, already a bit disheveled, attempts to defend himself, but he’s clearly inebriated. "I’m not that drunk-" he slurs, attempting to justify himself.

However, you cut him off and shut him down. "You're not driving anywhere tonight," you say resolutely, your tone brooking no argument.

A tension fills the air as Lorraine begins to speak, her voice soft and resigned. "It's fine, I'll drive us home," she says, attempting to brush off the situation.

It’s logical, because she’s a grown woman who can handle herself. Yet, it doesn’t sit right with you, the image of her driving home with a clearly intoxicated RJ in tow sends a jolt of unease through you.

You can’t help but blurt out a reason why it’s a bad idea, your concern for Lorraine’s safety overriding your usual reserve. "That’s not a good idea," you say, your voice firm “RJ’s in no condition to be a reasonable passenger, considering how he can’t keep his fucking hands to himself. It’s not safe for either of you or the people on the road”.

Your own outburst catches you off guard, and a wave of embarrassment should wash over you. But you find yourself surprisingly unbothered, too invested in the situation at hand to care about your lack of filter. The room goes silent as everyone looks at you, a bit taken aback by your vehemence.

Maxine mutters under her breath, just barely loud enough for you to hear, "loose cannon”.

Bobby-Lynn gives her a disapproving shush, which only has her roll her eyes. Wayne then speaks up, a sensible solution in his voice, "hows about I drive RJ home? It's on my way anyhow”.

The tension in the room rises as RJ puffs up his chest in protest, his inebriated state making him more volatile. But before even he can respond, Lorraine steps away from him and starts gathering her belongings with a steady and firm resolve.

RJ, still puffed up and tipsy, begins to ask "what are you—“ only for Lorraine to cut him off with a firm "stop, don’t even with me right now."

Her gaze then flicks to you, her expression unreadable, almost guarded. Without another word, she swiftly exits the kitchen, shaking her head in what appears to be frustration or disappointment.

RJ, still agitated, tries to follow Lorraine — shouting her name in anger. However, your actions are almost instinctively protective. You step in his path, creating a barrier between him and Lorraine as she exits the kitchen.

In his inebriated state, RJ becomes brutally honest, spitting the words in your face as he says "you don't get to just show up back here and think you have a place with us."

His words are harsh, fueled by a combination of alcohol and resentment. The sting of his words momentarily catches you off guard, but you recover quickly, hitting back with a truth of your own.

"That's rich coming from you," you reply, "considering I watched Wayne shove you into a locker Sophomore year”, your blunt response is delivered with a hint of bitterness, a reminder of old grievances and past tensions.

The others in the room murmur, no one is surprised by this revelation, simply watching with growing intrigue. RJ’s face colors with embarrassment, clearly not expecting his own past to be brought up like this. Wayne, uncharacteristically avoids your gaze, a flicker of guilt on his face.

As the tension in the room continues to mount, a soft touch on your arm brings a moment of clarity. Your head turns, and your gaze meets Lorraine's dark brown eyes. Her steady presence instantly has a calming effect on you, making you feel grounded and less on edge.

Her eyes remain locked with yours, a silent understanding passing between you. Lorraine’s gentle tug on your sleeve, accompanied by her simple request, "take me home?", is enough to make you snap out of the tense exchange.

You quickly nod your agreement, the thought of leaving Lorraine alone with RJ in his current state and driving off with him not the ideal situation. You know she needs a safe ride home. Without another word, you turn away from RJ and the others in the room, guiding Lorraine towards the exit.

As Lorraine and you make your way towards the front door, RJ clumsily tries to follow, stumbling and calling after Lorraine in his drunken state.

However, Jackson steps in this time, stopping him from tagging along. Sensing RJ’s aggression, you cast a sharp glare their way, not keen on having any further confrontations.

You and Lorraine silently descend into the front yard, the sound of the gate creaking quietly as you pass through it. The night air is crisp and quiet, a stark contrast to the tension and noise of the house you've just left behind.

Before you can mount your motorcycle, Lorraine gently catches your arm, drawing your attention back to her. You turn completely to face her, your motorbike momentarily forgotten.

The streetlamp across the road casts a soft, warm glow on Lorraine, illuminating her delicate features. Her usually stoic eyes are softened, and in the dim twilight, they almost seem to sparkle.

In this moment, with the gentle light playing across her face, she looks truly beautiful. Your thoughts are momentarily muddled, caught in the spell her gaze seems to cast on you.

With a hint of frustration and genuine curiosity, Lorraine asks, "what the hell was that? Huh? It's been five years, haven't you changed any? Or did you just leave for nothin’?" Her voice is firm, a hint of irritation behind her words. She's not looking for a fight, but she wants to know what drove you to such a display back there.

You find yourself opening your mouth to provide an explanation, but the words get stuck in your throat. You feel like a teenager again, flustered and unsure how to articulate your thoughts.

Your mind races, but nothing coherent comes out, leaving you just staring at her, your mouth hanging open uselessly.

Lorraine's expression softens, her doe eyes studying yours intensely. A sigh escapes her lips, and she turns away from you, but casts a look over her shoulder at you.

She then murmurs a soft request, "I don't live far, could you walk me?" her voice is quieter now, the annoyance replaced by a hint of vulnerability.

There's a sense of frustration and confusion swirling through you as you struggle to make sense of your emotions and actions. You feel unsteady, off-balanced, as if walking on shifting sand.

It would mean walking there and then all the way back here for your bike.

Yet, at Lorraine’s request, you step up next to her without hesitation, falling into familiar steps beside her, just as you used to. The silence between you is both comfortable and strangely tense.

You walk together, the only sounds being the soft crunch of gravel under your feet and the occasional bird call in the distance.

But you ignore it, you always ignore it when they call to you.

After a few more minutes of silence, Lorraine finally breaks it, clearing her throat and adjusting her bag on her shoulder. She looks at you with a sincere expression, her voice soft and slightly apologetic. "I'm... real sorry about that," she says, her voice sincere.

"I do mean it when I say they've changed. They're good people, y’know?” she speaks genuinely, trying to reassure you that the people you just left behind are decent, despite tonight's display saying otherwise.

Your mind drifts back to the odd bag you discovered in Bobby-Lynn's bedroom, filled with items that made your hairs stand on end. You haven’t had much a chance to process it, what it could be, what it means.

These thoughts spark a question to your tongue, which leads you to ask Lorraine, "how long have you been hangin’ around with them now?" your voice lacks accusation, yet hints at curiosity and maybe even a slightly protective tone.

Lorraine lets out a soft laugh, the sound echoing down the dark street. Her laughter prompts a reluctant smile to tug at the corners of your lips.

With a knowing look in her eyes, she replies, "long enough now that you ain't got nothin' to get your ass in a twist over” her response is playful yet resolute, asserting that she can take care of herself.

You hum and nod, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket, trying to appear nonchalant.

Then in a feigned casual tone that doesn't quite hide your curiosity, "and RJ?" you question, laced with subtle care as it falls from your lips despite knowing it's none of your business.

Perhaps you ask because despite the fact it’s been five years, you do care, more than you're willing to admit.

Dare you say, you always did care? Never.

Lorraine gives you a playfully chastising look before turning her gaze forward along with you. Her response, typical of her, is short and to the point.

She simply shrugs and says, "it’s good," her voice carrying a hint of resignation and perhaps a bit of frustration.

The ambiguity of her answer leaves you wondering if she really means it's ‘good’ or if she's just trying to downplay any issues.

Seeking to bring a bit of humor to the moment, you give her a lighthearted tease. "Good? Lorraine, that's about as vague as a politician's promise. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're holdin’ back on me," you say, your voice filled with a touch of playful banter.

Your words seem to hit the mark, as Lorraine lets out a soft, amused scoff, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Oh, shut up," she responds, but her tone is lighter now, less guarded. There's a sliver of familiarity in her reaction, a flicker of the old spark between you.

Maybe your friendship did somewhat survive the wreckage you left in your wake before you abandoned the ship that is this sinking town five years ago.

As you continue walking side by side, a comfortable silence envelops the two of you. After a moment, conversation begins to flow effortlessly. It feels natural.

You catch up on the past five years, sharing stories, news, and everything in between. The conversation is light, filled with laughter and genuine connection. Despite the years of separation, it's as if no time has passed at all.

The easy banter and familiarity between you make it clear that some things, like your bond, never change. It was rare for you two to talk like this back then, but now?

It’s nice.

As the conversation continues, you realize that you've reached the heart of the town, having slowed your pace without realizing it. You look around, taking in the familiar surroundings, trying to figure out your exact location. The realization hits that you must have arrived at Lorraine's place.

Your curiosity prompts you to ask, "you live around here? In town?”

Lorraine nods her head in affirmation, gesturing upward towards the upper part of the small town library.

"Yeah, I got the loft up there, all to myself," she replies. The revelation gives you a mix of surprise and a sense of familiarity. It feels strange yet fitting that Lorraine would live above the library.

As Lorraine reveals her living situation, you let a playful smile tug at your lips, unable to resist a little teasing. "Livin’ in the library, huh? It's like you were meant to be a resident bibliophile," you jest, a hint of friendly mockery in your voice.

Lorraine instinctively swats at your arm, a gesture that is unexpected but also far too familiar, making the both of you laugh.

As the laughter slowly dies down, you find yourself taking in Lorraine's smile, watching how her brown eyes glimmer in the soft light. In this moment, you realize that you've never fully noticed just how pretty she is.

Has she always been, and you just never noticed?

The realization catches you off-guard, and you question why this thought is suddenly so prominent in your mind. Confused, you wonder what's wrong with you, why you're suddenly so focused on her beauty.

“Thank you,” her voice softer now as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Before you can respond, she continues, her voice filled with gratitude.

"It's nice havin’ someone around that makes me feel normal again," she says, her words carrying a hint of vulnerability "I… feel like I can breathe”.

The honesty in her confession reaches you, and you can't help but feel a pang of guilt for the years you've been away. The implication that she hasn't felt normal all this time sits heavily on your shoulders.

You recall her isolation on her family farm, the strained relationship between her parents, and the weight of the unreachable expectations she faced from them both.

The realization hits you how deeply this town has affected her too, how it's left a lasting impact on her psyche as much as it did you.

That wasn’t your fault, you were drowning, you did what you had to do.

But this is Lorraine, you may not have been close but… maybe you were. More than you want to admit, and to admit that to yourself? That might shatter you.

You meet her eyes, your heart heavy with remorse "I'm sorry, Lorraine," you say, your voice sincere and filled with empathy. "I never meant to leave you here alone, dealin’ with all of... this... on your own” your words hang between you, the weight of your absence evident in the air.

There's a moment of silence as Lorraine looks away, her gaze drifting to the side as her thoughts race. The energy between you feels off, strained and awkward. You can't quite put your finger on what's causing this sudden shift, but the tension is palpable.

The words escape your lips before you can even think about it, “you should come by the manor whenever” you blurt out, the words leaving you like they have a mind of their own.

"I'll be there, gettin’ things together the next couple days. I wouldn't mind your company” you stumble over the words as they leave your mouth, surprised by your own impulsiveness.

Surprise flashes across Lorraine's face, but she quickly softens her expression into a small smile.

Concern fills her voice as she asks you, "are you doing okay? Bein’ there after everything?" Her eyes search yours, looking for some kind of confirmation that you're truly alright.

You start to open your mouth, intending to reassure her that you're fine. You're about to brush off her concern, even though you spent the night sleeping on a park bench with your backpack as a makeshift pillow. But something stops you. Instead of speaking, you remain silent, closing your mouth without a word.

Old habits die hard, you suppose.

After a moment of studying you, Lorraine gives you a small smile and reassures you, “I’ll stop by” her voice is gentle and sincere. She then follows it up with another “thank you”.

The weight of her words hangs in the air, and her gratitude seems to go beyond this conversation. It feels deeper somehow, as if there’s a hidden understanding between you.

As Lorraine turns to head up the stairs to the library, you find yourself lost in thought. The understanding you have between the two of you has always been there, but you never quite had the words to define it.

Perhaps it was a connection born from shared experiences, a bond that defied explanation.

As you consider this, you realize that even now after all this time, you still can't find the words to describe it.

And when she turns to give you one small departing wave before slipping inside, you find yourself forgetting what you were worried about in the first place.

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Song: Promiscuous – Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland Summary: R flustering Lorraine leads to her returning the favour. Warnings: top!lorraine, bottom!femreader, smut, reader receiving, choke kink, praise kink?, reasonably bad smut, me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 4.6k

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"You want to know something, Church Mouse," You whispered in Lorraine's ear after the filming had concluded, "I have a feeling one of these days, that boom mic is just going to fall right out of your pretty little hands."

Lorraine's cheeks tinted red at the feeling of your warm breath tickling her ear, the feeling of your lips so close sent electrical currents down her spine, leaving the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention. "Are you calling me weak, Y/N?" she looked over her shoulder with a small glare, that you couldn't help but smile at, the glare coming off as more adorable than intimidating.

You chuckled as you observed her your eyes always seemingly mesmerised by the very sight of her, "More like small," you pinched your fingers together with a grin.

The brunette rolled her pretty brown eyes at you, her blush deepening ever so slightly as she started putting away the film equipment with a huff, "Don't you got better things to do, that don't include annoying me?"

"Hmmm," you looked up as if in thought for a moment, your finger tapping your chin. A grin returned to your features, your eyes looking directly into Lorraine's brown ones, "Nothing better is coming to my mind right now. So, no."

"Why are you even here?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her words.

You observed her, revelling in how annoyed she seemed to be as you chuckled, "Your little boyfriend RJ," you grinned as her head tilted in confusion at that, "I was the script writer for his little project."

"He's not my boyfriend," she rolled her eyes.

You bit your lip at her words, "Doesn't mean he doesn't want to be," you motioned towards him, and the way his eyes not so subtly looked towards Lorraine every once in a while. "Why did you decide to come anyways, thought this wasn't your scene."

It didn't take an idiot to know exactly what you were referring to, her nickname 'Church Mouse' a target on her very being, only adding to the fact it was most definitely not her scene. She eyed you for a moment, "I could say the same about you," her cheeks tinted a little at the memory of what the film was about, "I didn't know you were into writing adult films."

"You know me, Church Mouse," you grinned, as you leaned closer to whisper in her ear, your fingers trailing gently down the cross-pendant necklace that seemed to adorn her neck, "Always looking for an excuse to hang out with you."

She pushed your face away from her as she shivered at your heated breath against her ear, your fingers automatically letting go of the necklace, "Stop calling me that," she cleared her throat, her cheek painted a deep pink in her blush.

You smirked at her, liking the sight, "What are you going to do about it?"

She didn't respond as she finished packing up the equipment, walking away from you as she did without a single goodbye. You laughed to yourself, liking the fact that you could rile her up. You were surprised to see her walk out without stomping her feet immaturely, maybe chalking it up to her small stature to make you think that way.

You sent RJ a sarcastic wave as he eyed you with narrowed eyes, his eyes never taking themselves off you as you left the room. The front door closed behind you as you stood outside, the wind brushing smoothly against your skin as you closed your eyes.

You couldn't help it, as you imagine her pretty brown eyes, the way they watched the scene as she held the boom mic that was way too big for her. She seemed mesmerised and almost as if she were curious, and maybe she was, but your eyes never left her face during that moment.

It was hard to believe that RJ could ever call her a prude, since she did come on this trip and didn't try to leave when she found out what the film would be about. Sometimes you wondered or even hoped that maybe she came here for you because she knew you would be going. You did after all agree to write the script for this film just because you knew she would be there.

You stayed out for a moment longer, revelling in the feeling of wind blowing against your skin, as your mind filled with images of her. You sighed as you walked back into the house, beginning your mission to look for the girl who was playing on repeat in your mind, a grin taking over your features as you began searching for her, just wanting to fall into the warmth her presence always brought.

It had been the tug on your arm, a pair of small hands pulling you into a random bedroom, back pressing against the door suddenly as soft lips attacked yours with a vengeance. Your eyes were blown wide in shock for only a second, your heart beating incredibly fast in a moment of adrenaline, not quite expecting it. You took notice of Lorraine's small stature almost instantly, not having enough time to take in the fact she was only wearing an oversized blue striped shirt – a striking contrast from the polo shirt and denim jeans she was wearing earlier – before your body relaxed, your eyes closing as you reciprocated the rough kiss.

Her hand reached out clumsily behind you, as she blindly locked the door with a 'click'. Caging you inside between her arms, her hands now lying on either side of you. Your back was pressed roughly to the door, her lips so animalistic against yours, feeling as one of her hands began trailing up your arm in slow motion, leaving burning flames against your skin in their wake. It felt subtle at first, the way they gradually traced up your bicep and towards your throat, before her hands latched onto the back, her body already moulding with yours.

You didn't know where to place your hands, letting Lorraine take the lead as her fingers took to curling into your hair. It felt so gentle, before she roughly tugged on the strands, your head falling back against the door hard as her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, giving it a pull, only to elicit a needy moan from your very lips. The vibration made Lorraine shiver in ecstasy, thoughts of the way she would have you invading her mind, thoughts of the way she would make you fall to her every whim. She wanted you begging for her touch, a whimpering mess that only ever wanted her.

It was so unlike her, you weren't expecting it when you went searching for her, and maybe she knew that. She felt like a seductress in this moment, you could almost believe she had planned this from the way she was dressed in only a shirt. It didn't seem to matter to you whether or not it had been unlike her in the time that she had you pressed against a door, because all your mind could think up was the way you didn't want her to stop and that if this were a dream, you hoped you could remain in this eternal slumber.

A sequence of heavy breaths left you, Lorraine releasing your bottom lip from between her teeth as you both opened your eyes to look at each other, "Is this, okay?" her hand loosened its hold on your hair, allowing you to nod your head frantically at the question with a breathless 'Yes' leaving your lips. She trailed her fingers down your throat, it bobbing as you gulped, her finger making its way towards your collarbone as she gripped the collar of the flannel button-up that you wore, the hem tied in a knot, the piece of clothing accentuating your figure perfectly.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as her own sparkled, the perfect combination of lust and hunger laying within matching yours, hers only hinting at what was to come, both lips yours and hers similarly bruised.

She tugged you with her like a dog on a leash as she walked backwards, pulling you against her body as her lips attached to yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth when she smoothly spun you both halfway. You were walking in reverse now, your mind completely blanked by the pleasure the brown-eyes beauty had you falling into, just from the feel of her lips on yours, her warm skin sending heat down to your very core. You stilled suddenly, the feeling of the back of your knees hitting the side of the bed rooting you to your spot.

You let out a needy whine, your breathing coming out laboured as you missed the heat on your skin when Lorraine seemed to detach herself from you. You felt the force as small hands reached forward and pushed themselves against your chest, your body sinking into the mattress below, your eyes not missing the smirk on Lorraine's face as she stood before you.

The brunette leaned down, her hands dipping into the comforter as she lifted her small frame onto the bed, climbing slowly on top of you. Her hand reached out in its haste, grasping your chin in a vice grip as her beautiful brown eyes bore into yours. "This is how it should be," she whispered huskily, licking her lips, "This is where you should be."

Her breathing stuttered at the whimper that left your lips, "God, Lorraine." Your hands moved under her shirt, gripping Lorraine's hips as she straddled your waist, keeping her bare thighs on either side of you, your fingers caressing the skin beneath her shirt absentmindedly.

"What?" she teased as she tightened her grip on your chin, "No Church Mouse?" she stared into your eyes for a moment before pulling you into a forceful kiss. You didn't have time to fall into the kiss before she was already pulling her lips away from you, pushing you roughly back down as she released her hold on your chin. Her fingers moved sensually down your throat, causing you to gulp as they slowly moved on the top of your flannel. Her hands gripped either side of the fabric in a vice grip, before pulling it harshly apart, the buttons flying off as the shirt ripped open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor the last thing on your mind, your heart banging incredibly fast against your ribcage.

A smirk remained adorned on her luscious lips, her fingers tracing their way down your collarbone until they reached the lace of your bra, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You could see it in her eyes, knowing exactly what she wanted at that moment, lifting your back off where it lay on the bed, helping Lorraine as she pulled the rest of your flannel button-up off your body, the piece of clothing finding itself thrown across the room. Your red lacey bra came next, her hands reaching around you to unlatch it, only fumbling for a moment before it came undone, uncovering your breasts completely as it slid down your arms. She bit her lip, throwing the bra to join the shirt on the floor.

Lorraine pushed you back down, your back sinking into the mattress once again, the grip you had on her hips tightening ever so slightly. You watched in mere anticipation, her hands reaching down to the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it smoothly off her body, before throwing it to join yours. You gulped, eyes travelling down her body, her voluptuous breasts now just as bare as yours, your eyes trailing down even further towards the yellow panties she wore. You only had a second to stare before you felt a hand on your chin as she harshly raised it so your half-lidded eyes would connect with hers, "Did I give you permission to look, princess?"

You gulped at the nickname, not quite understanding the multitude of feelings that were invading your senses, heat pooling deep within yourself even more at this moment. You were merely frozen in place, your body quivering in excitement from the authoritative tone in her voice. "I'm sorry..." your voice trembled, almost feeling foreign to you, not quite used to being so ready and helpless under another's command, never imagining that you would be so aroused by it.

The brunette's hand remained gripping your chin, trying to gouge your reaction before you felt her release it from her tight grasp. She lifted her hips only slightly, your eyes tracking her every movement as she slowly began crawling down your body, causing you to shudder when her hands trailed down your sides sensually as she went. Her eyes tracked the length of your body, travelling down every feature on display before her hands connected with the waistband of your denim shorts.

She traced her hands along the waistband, feeling your breathing stutter when her finger leisurely undid the button, before slowly pulling down the zipper, dragging out the suspense as if to torture you. "Lift your hips," her voice caused you to shiver, your arousal only increasing by the second, your reaction automatic, as she commanded, your hips lifting, your abdomen flexing as she began pulling the shorts down from your hips. You had sunk back into the mattress when you lowered yourself back down, Lorraine continuing her task of pulling the piece of clothing down your legs, her grip burning on your thighs as they finally came off, being thrown into the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.

You were a panting mess, Lorraine's hands trailing up your legs. "Please..." you whimpered, her fingers edging closer to your red lacey panties, doing nothing to calm your eternal need, the fabric already pooling with an embarrassing amount of heat.

She bit her lip, not giving into the moan that was begging to leave her lips at your reaction to her control on you. "Please, what?" she trailed her hands on your thighs, an unbearable heat being left in their place as your impending wetness continued to seep through the fabric of your panties.

You moaned at her touch, "Please, Lorraine," you panted not knowing whether from the pain of your unending want, or your need for her to touch you, "I need you."

Her hands left your body, a whimper leaving your lips at the loss of contact making you feel almost cold despite the ever-growing burning heat on your skin. She observed you, the way your body was shaking for her touch, absolutely begging for it, before gripping your chin between her fingers as she moulded her lips with yours. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging at it before she let it go and stared you dead in the eyes, "Get on your hands and knees." You didn't question it, your body working automatically as you were quick in giving her exactly what she wanted, letting her take control of the situation easily. Your hands and knees met the sheets, Lorraine moving up behind you, her mouth reaching close to your ear as she pushed your head into the pillow, "Good girl." It was sultry when it left her lips, a sweet sense of ecstasy sending a shiver down your spine, your breathing shallower at the words that left her mouth.

You whimpered at the contact, her tongue darting out to lick the rim of your ear slowly, before you felt her teeth tug harshly on your earlobe, letting it go almost instantly. You felt her move, her hands trailing down your body, staying on your breasts for a moment longer, her fingers circling the hardened nipples, giving them a slight tug, before trailing her hands further down to the waistband of your red panties.

You were trembling in anticipation, Lorraine leaning down to bite your shoulder as her fingers played with the waistband of the final piece of clothing. You felt the harsh tug, hearing fabric tearing as she ripped the panties clean off your body, a hiss leaving your lips at the sting the elastic created, the now ripped fabric joining the rest of the clothes.

The brunette didn't give you much time to dwell on the slight pain, her hands grasping onto your bare ass, rubbing sensual circles against your cheeks. You felt as one of her hands left it, before striking down hard, a loud smack resounding in the room as her hand connected sharply with your ass. A loud groan left your lips, a moan replacing it when she began rubbing the spot again.

One of her hands slid up to be against your back, pushing down as her other travelled down from your ass, sliding lower towards your centre, a groan leaving both your lips in unison when her fingers finally made contact, "You're so fucking wet for me, princess" she growled, "I bet you fucking love this, don't you?" Her hand slid sensually across your sopping-wet folds, leaving for only a moment as you felt a hard slap to your core when you remained quiet, a loud moan tumbling from your lips, her voice commanding, "Answer me."

"Oh god yes," you groaned, voice shaky, clenching the bed sheets between your fists. You waited in anticipation, a chuckle leaving Lorraine's lips, your eyes squeezing shut when you felt her leaning closer, her breath warm and tingling against your throbbing core.

She pulled her fingers back for a moment, her hand residing on your hip as her tongue began to trail painfully slow across the length of your slit, her tongue pushing against it, as it ran between your folds. You shook, wanting her to keep going, just to bring you the satisfaction you were dying for, your teeth sinking into the pillow below you as you tried your hardest not to scream out.

You felt yourself clench, her teeth gracing your clit for a small moment as she gave it a rough tug. Lorraine hummed in satisfaction as she pulled her face back, "You taste so fucking good," she moaned. You tensed at the feeling of her hand trailing leisurely up your thigh, her finger making contact with your core, forcing you to twitch in need. A gasp left your lips, your teeth pulling away from the pillow when you could no longer keep it in. You gave an involuntary shiver at her touch, gasping out against the pillow when you felt her tease a finger inside, before slipping it in, following it up with a second. Your walls clenched around them almost automatically, a muffled moan releasing from your lips as you tried your hardest to remain quiet.

She wasn't the Church Mouse you remembered at this moment, a feeling that she would be gentle during these moments was thrown out the window as soon as you felt her push in roughly, reaching as deep as she could possibly go, before beginning to pump her fingers. But you had felt it gentle at first, her fingers slathering onto your slickness easily, her movement impossibly slick, until she started moving more harshly.

Lorraine's hand on your back seemed to push down more, her fingers not stopping their movements for even a moment, not leaving you time to think as they moved unbelievably fast, the muffled moans being lost inside the pillow your teeth had found themselves latched back onto.

You felt her move, her fingers not stopping their excessive pumps as she leaned down, her tongue trailing slowly up your spine. You couldn't focus on anything, the overload of sensations blanking your mind, your lips releasing an excessively loud moan when you felt her teeth sink into your shoulder for the second time, in the exact same spot.

Her breasts closed in against your back, her hard nipples feeling incredibly hot against your skin. You felt her lips against your ear, her pumps not stopping for even a moment as the hand on your back left. You didn't know what was going to happen, you had never been in this situation before. Her hand closing around your throat was the last thing you had expected, your teeth relinquishing their hold on the pillow as she used her hold on your throat as leverage to pull you up off the bed and against her chest.

You could hear the slick sounds as she pumped, a third finger easily joining the two already inside you as she moved against your soaked walls, her fingers curling while she pulled you deeper against her chest. You were so close, your walls twitching against her fingers, her teeth grazing your ear, "Don't cum until I tell you to," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you moaned. "Do you understand me, princess?"

You nod your head frantically, before feeling her squeeze your neck for an actual answer, "Yes—" you choked out, a panting mess as you tried to hold in your desire to have your release, her finger continuing their relentless pumps.

You clenched your eyes shut, feeling yourself creeping closer to the edge, your wall clenching around her fingers hard as you tried to hold back, her fingers hitting all the right places. You knew she was torturing you as her teeth continued to graze and lick your earlobe, curses leaving your lips as she continued her unbearable assault.

"Please..." you begged, not being able to hold back as you remained on the edge of your release.

"What do you want, princess?" she growled out against your ear. "Tell me."

You panted, "Fuck," Lorraine pumped harder as you tried to speak, "Please, I'm—" she smirked, "I need to cum." You gasped.

Lorraine was silent for a moment, biting down on your earlobe as she continued her assault, her fingers slick with your liquids. You felt her breath on your ear, her groans sending a vibration through your body. "Fuck, princess," her voice trembled. She pulled you up a bit more from her hold on your throat, "Cum for me." She squeezed.

You didn't wait another moment, your body twitching and shuddering, your voice turning raw from your release. It felt so intense as your walls clenched incredibly tight on her fingers, your body shaking against her chest. Your eyes were sewn shut as they rolled into the back of your head, your breathing becoming laboured. Lorraine didn't stop her pumps as she pulled you through your intense orgasm, only stilling when she knew it was over, as she placed her lips against your shoulder.

She carefully slipped her fingers out of you but kept a hold of your throat for a bit longer as she brought her fingers up to your lips, "Suck." You didn't hesitate, even though your energy drained from your body, your tongue trailing up her fingers before your lips closed around them, moaning as you tasted your liquids, swirling your tongue around them seductively as you cleaned them off.

Lorraine pulled them away for a moment, pulling you closer as she connected her lips with yours, her tongue slipping into your mouth. She moaned at the taste of you on your tongue, before pulling away and unlatching her hand from your throat, your head finding its home on the pillow below you. You felt the kink in your knees, having been in the same position for far too long, as Lorraine gently moved you, so you weren't on your knees anymore, your legs splayed out in comfort. She massaged the back slowly, before laying down next to you, her eyes locking onto your closed ones, her hands reaching out to move your sweaty hair out of your face.

You took a moment to catch your breath, before opening your eyes and looking into her brown ones, breathing still laboured. "RJ was wrong about you," you chuckled breathlessly, "You are most definitely not a prude."

Lorraine shook her head with a roll of her eyes and a teasing smile, "Thought you said you didn't think I was to begin with."

You grinned, "I didn't," your eyes trailed her body, "This just proved my theory."

"And what theory was that?" she raised an eyebrow.

You bit your lip, "That it's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest in the sheets."

She pushed your face back, a laugh leaving your lips as she did, "I didn't see you complaining."

"I most definitely wasn't," you smiled suggestively, watching as she rolled her eyes, her dimples breaking free as she grinned at you in return, your fingers reaching out absentmindedly to poke one. "I guess I can't call you Church Mouse anymore, can I?"

"I sure hope not," she stroked your hair gently before her hand slid to your cheek, her thumb running circles as you fell into the comforting warmth her skin gave you. "I hate that nickname." Her eyes were still half-lidded, "How much time do we have before the shoot?"

You thought for a moment, "About an hour give or take."

A smirk overtook Lorraine's features, one that had your once-tired body waking up in arousal. "I guess it's my turn, princess." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear. You followed her lead as she lay on her back, leading you in between her thighs as she commanded you to crawl between them, her finger on your chin, forcing you to look up at her. "You're such a good girl."

You shivered, allowing her to command your every action, moaning as you took her yellow panties off before tasting her sweet nectar. Your arousal only increased from the fingers that seemed to tug on your hair, your body completely falling completely to her every whim.

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Bonus:

      You opened your eyes as the banging on the door invaded your senses, having a feeling that it could potentially be knocked off its hinges by the excessive knocks.

"Are you two done in there?" Bobby's voice filtered muffled through the door, "We have a film to shoot."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you nudged Lorraine awake to get dressed. You both were hasty, you sending Lorraine a look when you remembered your panties were ripped and the buttons on your flannel gone, only to receive a sheepish look in return as you were forced to go commando, having to tie your flannel shirt up tighter.

As you unlocked the door, pulling Lorraine by the hand, out of the room, you were met with Bobby who gave you both a smirk, "Are you both sure you weren't shooting your own porno?" she laughed, "Because that was some loud noises you both were making."

Lorraine blushed at that, a complete contrast to the commanding woman she was when the door was locked. This only made you pull her closer as you gave RJ a smirk as you saw him glare at you, "Oh we definitely were," you chuckled, "Search it up in stores tomorrow morning." You gave a wink.

The brunette was a blushing mess at this point, as you pulled her along with you, laughter following you the whole way to your destination. You knew you'd probably regret it later when the doors finally lock again, but in all honesty, you were looking forward to it. Wanting nothing more than for when the brunette would take control of you again.

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Jamie Speaks:

Ummm.... Hahahahaha

I apologise.

[elcvatedhorror]

5 Hours

tara carpenter x g!p bottom reader

summary - tara had been teasing you for the entire day, and as it came to end, she realized she couldn’t anymore, and had to take matters into her own hands.:

minors dni

5 hours. 5 hours had Tara been teasing you. 5 hours have you been hard. You were on the verge of tears, on the verge of grabbing Tara and fucking her so hard she’d forget her name, but no: that would come with consequences.

Why had Tara been a tease all day? She only wanted to see how long you could hold off without touching yourself or touching her.

“Tara..” you whined, you were laying on the bed with a pillow stuffed to your face to suppress your moans, your cock hard, laying up against the covers beneath you as you bucked your hips now and then.

“Please..”

Tara was at her desk working on whatever assignment she had. The fact was, it was due at the end of the week, and Tara was known to do her work at the last minute. You heard her snicker. She loved seeing you all work up and flustered, knowing it was all because of her.

She looked back at you. She almost gave up the assignment and cared for your needs, but she had a job to stick to. She checked the time on her laptop. ‘5:38 pm,’ it said. She sighed. She didn’t want to do this crappy assignment on English, though it was her favorite subject.

She was wet, oh so painfully wet looking and thinking about you. She didn’t know if she could hold off for 5 hours but the time was going slow now, and as you were right there squirming and bucking your hips every second she needed to do something. Fuck, she needed you.

She saw a wet spot underneath you, your pre-cum was leaking through your boxers, a very wet noticeable patch in them. She got up and swiftly sat in the spot you left open beside you and rubbed your back.

“Aww, look at you.” She cooed. Tracing shapes on your back until you turned around, your face visibly red and sweat cascading down your forehead.

You whined again, “Tara, please, I can’t go any longer..” You sat up uncomfortably, locking eyes with the brown-eyed girl. Tara looked down at the tent in your pants. She loved your cock. You stood at a proud 7 inches, and that itself would hit every single spot inside of Tara, making her say, and do the most unthinkable.

Tara looked up at you, smiled and tilted her head, her hand palming your cock. God you were hard. She felt how hot it was, and how it pulsed every second.

She heard you sigh at the touch, and lift your hips up.

You were such a sucker for Tara and did anything she said. It was clear who was the bottom and the top of the relationship. The way you let Tara handle you during sex was almost mad, but were you guys complaining? Fuck no you weren’t.

Giving up, Tara took your boxers off in a swift motion, hearing the smack of your cock hit your stomach. She wanted to go slow, she didn’t want to exactly cater to your needs just yet.

She took your cock in her hands and jerked it off slowly, the clear liquid pumping out as she did so. She heard your whines and cries, as you tried not to be so loud, you put your hand over your mouth.

She stopped.

“Wha.. why’d you stop?” You cried out.

“I don't want you to muffle your moans, I want to hear you, or I’m going to stop, okay?” She said, glaring at you. You nodded, and once more, Tara grabbed your cock. She bent down and kissed the mushroom shaped tip, as it was swole, and the perfect pink color, and took you whole.

“Oh….”

The way Tara’s mouth felt sent you into a state of euphoria. Her wet, warm tongue guiding it’s way around the tip and the base, the way you felt her teeth touch your cock a bit. You almost grabbed a fistfull of her hair and rammed her down because of how slow she was going, but you couldn’t, fearing that she may stop again.

She looked up at you, her spit dribbling down your dick as she sucked you off clean.

“Tara.. m’gonna cum.. i’m gonna—

— she stopped.

You grunted and let your head hit the pillow beneath you in frustration. She laughed at you.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby. I still want to feel you inside a’me….” She said, as she straddled your lap, and grinded against your still-wet cock.

“Mm, all hard for me, so big..” She grabbed your dick and aligned it with her dripping wet center, and sunk down, letting out a guttural moan. Your hands found themselves grabbing a fistful of the sheets, you sputtered out curses, and grunts of your own. The feeling inside of Tara’s pussy made your eyes roll back.

You were yearning to touch her, to touch all of her. Her hips, her boobs, you needed to feel her bad.

And as if she read your mind, she said, “I can’t take it anymore, Y/N touch me, please touch me.” You nodded and grabbed her hips, slamming her down on your cock. The wetness sputtering out as you did so. The way her vagina squeezed your cock, and the way you stretched her out sent her into a state of ecstasy. Being inside of her was overwhelming, the hotness inside of her made you want to come then and there.

Neither of you could take it anymore.

“Tara, i’m gonna come, please.. let me come, fuck.. fuck fuckfuck…” You looked up at her, she seemed to about to come undone as well. Her mouth open, and her eyes closed, as her tits moved every time your cock would hit the certain spot.

“Me too, shit, Y/N!….” You felt her come, and squirt on you as well. Not a second later, you felt spurts of your own cum fill her up, it was the most you had came in a while.

You felt the squeeze of her walls clench around your cock, your grasp on her hips loosening as you both came down from your highs.

“If holding you off for 5 hours lets you fuck me that hard, I might have to do it again.” she murmured, her head laying on your chest.

You let out a breathy laugh as you stroked her hair, “Please, no.”

[classypauli]

𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹’𝑺 𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻

Part 2

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x fem!Reader

Summary: After so long Tara finally meets you again... only this time a little drunk.

Word count: 3k

It has now been a couple of weeks since visiting the hospital. People would think that Tara has already forgotten about what happened but the opposite is true. In those weeks there wasn´t a day she would not think about you. Her mind was repeating what happened and everytime a smile grew on her face. Mindy and Chad started to make fun of her, saying she looked like a kid first time having a crush. She doesn´t care.

Tara wanted to see you, so badly. She started thinking about how to get to see you again, like she would play another attack and go to the hospital, which to be honest was too cruel, or she would just go there and act like she had some examination and suddenly she saw you start to talk with you, then you would ask her to go on a date with her, you would start dating and-

God, she needs to stop. Young Carpenter sighed and put her head on the table. The voice of her professor was muted in her ears, today she felt like sleeping, just laying in her bed all day doing nothing. It was friday and she promised to go to some party. Mindy has been talking about it forever.

„Mindy I´m not in a mood right now.“ The girl turned her forehead against the table.

„I didn´t even say anything!“ Mindy scanned the shorter girl, looking for any signs of sickness. „You don´t feel good?“ she asked now with a normal tone. Tara shook her head.

„Well then we should probably call some doctor, who knows, maybe they will help you.“ Tara punched the girl beside her, making an angry noise from being teased on.

„Who does he think he is?!“ Tara was angry. They were currently at the party Mindy talked about. Everything was fine at first, everyone was minding their business, and they danced and drank, talked and joked around. It was so much fun.

But that fun soon disturbed that idiot Frankie. He was being himself of course and was trying to get with every girl there, including Tara. But the girl wasn´t in the mood for his stupid games. At first, she ignored him but as soon as he was touchy and started grabbing her to go upstairs, she became furious.

She yelled at him so hard the boy even flinched, wasn´t expecting this behavior from a sweet girl like Tara. Yeah, like she was some easy prey. He then became angry and embarrassed but knowing a lot of people were around him he couldn´t do anything.

„He is a prick Tara forget about him.“ Mindy was standing beside her watching as her friend was getting more alcohol into her cup. Tara wasn´t really drunk, yet at least. And after this incident, she just wanted to get alcohol into her system to forget about his ugly ass face.

„Like...“ the short girl let out and furious sigh out of her lips. „he is such a fucking idiot I´m surprised no girl has punched him yet.“ Tara shook her head at the bitter taste as the alcohol touched her tongue. Maybe she will be first.

„Oh! And on top of that-“

„Tara.“ Mindy said from her side but she only continued, she didn´t even notice the hand of her on her right shoulder.

„-he even-„

„Tara.“ Mindy said a little louder through the loud music that was playing in the house.

„Fuck Mindy what!“ Tara looked at her friend, raising her voice a little. She wasn´t angry at her, of course not and Mindy also knew that, but Tara had a short temper.

„Apollo at 9 o´clock.“

Tara turned pale. Her eyes widen and her body becomes stiff. She felt like she had forgotten how to breathe. What did she say? No, that can´t be. The only person they were calling Apollo was...

„Tara fucking turn around.“ Mindy said between her clenched teeth as she kept looking at the way she told her to look at.

Tara took a big breath trying to calm her beating heart and shot her eyes to the left. There was a group of friends chatting and laughing, they had beers and cups in their hands as they were standing by the side of the room so as not to disturb anybody.

She scanned the group and suddenly saw the familiar figure she had been so desperate to find these past weeks. You were standing there in your civil clothes and cup in your hand. Your bright smile could be seen from every spot of the room, smiling at your friends as you were talking about something, sipping on your drink.

„Tell me I´m not crazy.“ Tara´s eyes kept looking at you as if she was afraid you would disappear again. Her chest kept rising and falling at a fast speed.

„No Tara, you´re definitely not.“ Mindy may only see you from a photo but this was definitely you. You looked far better in a person than in a photo, she must tell.

The young Carpenter turned to Mindy with wide eyes and eyebrows raised. „Oh my God! Oh my God! What do I do?!“ she quickly looked at her clothes if they looked fine. „Do I look good? I don´t have anything between my teeth?“ she smiled widely showing her teeth Mindy to check.

„Stop Tara! Calm down.“ Mindy took her shoulders to make her look at her. „Okay okay stop right now. No, you don´t have anything between your teeth. You´re fine.“

Deep and slow breaths were the next thing she needed to do or she would have another attack and that would be pretty embarrassing. It was just you. Yeah, just the cute doctor who took care of her at the hospital. Yes, only you, as if you were someone special-

Of course, you were special! To her! She wanted to impress you so badly. The girl was always thinking about the ways she would meet you again, what would she say to you, what would she be wearing, and how she would impress you... She looked like a garbage at the moment.

Today Tara didn´t give a fuck about what would her clothes be or how she would style her hair. She just wanted to have a little fun from studying and enjoy the night with her friends.

She looked at your way one more time and your eyes met. You squint your eyes at the girl as if you were trying to remember something. She quickly turned her head to Mindy, a scared look swimming in her eyes.

„Mindy. She saw me.“

„And now she´s making her way here.“

„No, that can´t be real.“

„Oh yes, it is.“

„No no no no.“ Tara shook her head to left and right trying to put herself together. She wasn´t ready to face you. This is not how she imagined your second meeting.

„Hi.“ Mindy looked at you and greeted you back. She took Tara again by her shoulders and turned her to you.

„Hi.“ The short girl said as she was now looking at your pretty eyes. You were smiling at her like you were the first time you saw each other.

„I´m sorry I didn´t wanna disturb but... I think I know you.“ You now lowered your eyebrows a bit and kept scanning Tara´s face.

What? Do you know her? Oh my God, you remember! The girl´s heart started beating in her chest as she now realized that. You wouldn´t remember if she didn´t catch your attention, right? Right?!

„Uhm... I-“

„Oh! I know! You were in a hospital! I knew you were familiar.“ You smiled widely at her, you looked happy that you could remember after all a lot of people came through your hands every day.

Tara breathed out as she looked down. „Yeah,“ she laughed „you got me.“

„Oh, you okay now? You had any complications after?“ You kept asking her as you scanned her face and body, not in a disgusting way. But let´s be honest, Tara wouldn´t mind that either.

The shorter girl smiled softly, playing with her hands as she was softly swaying her body to the sides like a small child. „No no, everything has been fine since then.“ She smiled shyly at you. „Thanks again.“. You just shook your head like she had nothing to thank for. You were just too sweet.

Mindy offered you and your group to be with them and after the introduction, some went to drink more in the kitchen or went to the dance floor. The three of you along with some of your friends were sitting on a couch in a living room with drinks in your hands, talking and laughing at others' dancing skills.

You were so friendly and your friends too, Tara was looking at you the whole time, listening carefully every time you started speaking so none of the words could slip her. The Carpenter didn´t even notice how much alcohol she drank, guess it was because of the stress from your presence but as soon as she stood up, she could feel everything.

Oh no. Her mind was now spinning, „I´m going to the toilet.“ Mindy offered to go with her as she saw her friend's face. She was drunk.

„Oh my God, Mindy.“ These were the first words that left her mouth as she saw herself in a mirror. Her eyes were down and her face was all sweaty from the hot room and alcohol. Tara touched her cheek at the state and turned around to her friend. „I can´t go back looking like this.“ Her mind was spinning and she barely could control her legs. „I´m so fucked up.“

Mindy was behind her smirking, leaning against the bathroom door, clearly dunk as well. „Tomorrow morning will be fun.“ She laughed to herself, eyes closed from the sharp light of the bathroom.

„Hey! Are you even listening to me?“ Tara went to her but stumbled a little. Mindy laughed at her clumsy friend. She wasn´t as drunk as Tara, she could still walk normally. The only thing she was more giggling than usual.

„Come on, it´s fine. Or do you wanna leave Y/N?“ Mindy asked Tara. „Did you forget about how you were these couple of weeks?“.

Right. She can´t do that. She needs to get your number, at least that. They went to the group again but with each step they took the alcohol in their system could be felt more and more. Tara was now so drunk that she laughed at everything she saw. The girl sat beside you again but this time a little more closer than she was before, you turned to her and smiled at her. She giggled at you as she tilted her head a little.

You could see her cheeks were red and her eyes had fallen a little. Every time she was speaking her voice was really loud and her hands were everywhere around the place, even almost smacked you but you were quick to dodge it. Yep, she was drunk.

Tara´s mobile kept vibrating a couple of times but she only ignored that. It was Sam, she was worried about her because they agreed that Tara would inform her every now and then that everything was fine. The first time you caught the notification you wanted to warn Tara about it but then you saw it.

On her wallpaper was your photo from the hospital, the one with all of your colleagues. The photo was zoomed on your smiling figure, it was so cute you wanted to laugh but you couldn´t. You didn´t want to embarrass her so you played like you didn´t see that.

„So...“ Tara hiccuped as she leaned her hand on the back of the couch behind your head. You raised your eyebrows at her as you were trying to hide the smile from how drunk and cute at the same time she was. „How old are you?“ she kept looking into your eyes as if she was trying to seduce you but was cut by a hiccup again.

Laughing at her now you answered her question. „How old do I look?“

„I don´t know, you look really young to be a doctor. You are a doctor? Or you are a student? How old are you?“ Tara squints her eyes at you. You let out a laugh as you threw your head back at her words, closing your eyes in the process.

Tara was drunk smiling at you, showing her dimples. She didn´t know why you were laughing but it was because of her so she didn´t mind. In her head it meant victory. You wiped your unexisting tears and shook your head. „You are so drunk.“

„No, I´m not! Look I can drink more!“ she went to grab a cup that was on the table in front of the couch but you were quick to take it from her hand.

„Absolutely not, you had too much already.“ Tara wanted to argue with you about it but her thoughts were cut by your touch.

„You have really pretty hands. They are much bigger than mine, look!“ she compared your hands and yes, hers were really small.

„And your fingers are so long... I wonder how it would feel inside of-“

Mindy covered her friend's mouth from beside her. She kept listening to your conversation the whole time, making sure Tara wouldn´t say or do something she would be embarrassed about the next day. Something like this.

„Okay, I think we should head home.“ Mindy wanted to pull Tara on her legs but she didn´t want to stand up and leave you. She kept pouting as she sat a little more closer to you almost sitting at your tights.

„Come on, I will go with you.“ You stood up and gently took her hands to help her on her legs. She smiled like a kid and immediately did what you wanted her to do.

 You and Mindy were taking Tara to her home. Sam was now calling Mindy asking about her sister. She had the right to be mad, she let her go to a party under the condition of her texting her if she was alright.

As you were close to the apartment door Mindy left you two so you could be alone. Tara won´t remember it but Mindy for sure will and she will make sure her friend will pay back for this.

„We are already here.“ Tara whined and turned around to look at you as you now stood in front of her door. „I don´t wanna leave you, I wanna be with you.“ The girl hugged your neck as she put her head on your chest to stare into your eyes.

You laughed at her. „Don´t worry, I´m sure we will see each other again.“

„Do you wanna come inside?“ she smirked and dragged her finger around your shoulder, tilting her head to the side softly. The young Carpenter had clearly enough for today.

„You know I can´t Tara.“ You breathe out with a kind smile on your lips.

„I love it when you call my name, it sounds so different, and also your smile and your eyes and-“

The door from her home suddenly opened and there stood Sam. The three of you kept looking at each other shocked written on your faces, waiting till someone made the first move.

„Uhm... hey I´m Y/N, I don´t know if you remember me.“ You smiled kindly at Tara´s sister. She kept studying you a little, then it hit her. Yeah, you were the one from the hospital. You helped Tara and that was all she needed to know.

„Yeah, I remember.“ She then looked at her sister, slowly shaking her head. Tara´s arms were still around you, not caring that her sister could see everything. „Come on Tara.“

The short girl let out a whine not wanting to let you go. She tightened her grip on you and was now looking at you to save her from her angry sister. „You need to let go of me.“ Your voice was so soft, it was only convincing her to stay but your words said otherwise and she needed to listen to you.

Slowly pulling away from and with a point on her lips, eyes big as if you were saying that you will never see her again. You didn´t even leave and she missed you already. The girl just wanted to stay with you.

„Will I see you again?“ Tara asked as she was almost at her apartment looking for your answer. You nodded your head at her, shooting her one of your smiles with a wink.

„Okay... Goodnight.“ She said with a low voice, putting her head down and leaving you in a hallway. Sam turned to you and gave you a tight-lipped smile.

„Thanks for bringing her here.“

„It´s fine, she´s amazing.“ You looked from the way she disappeared to Sam. „I guess I will head home also. Goodnight.“ You waved at her and started to walk away.

The next morning couldn´t be worse. Tara woke up with a terrible headache and the urge to throw up, Sam was giving her silent treatment, Mindy kept teasing her about yesterday and she had no way of contacting you. Like she would do that, the girl was so embarrassed that she just wanted to bury herself deep into the ground.

Afternoon Mindy and Chad came, and they kept making fun of Tara and her flirting skills. Suddenly her phone rang signaling a new message.

Y/N:) :Heyy, hope you feel better

What? How did you get her number? It was really you?

„Mindy? How did you get Y/N´s contact into my phone?“ Her friend looked at her with a confused face. „Did you give her my number?“ Mindy shook her head, still looking muddled.

„Maybe she did it herself.“ She shrugged her shoulders. „At least you have her number finally!“

Yeah, at least something but when did you make it? Oh yeah, she probably left her phone on the couch when she went to the bathroom. But if you got your phone number into her phone that must mean...

„Oh God... please no.“ She put her head into her hands, covering her red face from embarrassment.

You saw that fucking wallpaper.

Taglist: @jensortega813 @isawxxp 🤍

[jennasslut33]

Keep quiet..

Warnings: 18+, Lorraine x Fem!reader, smut, mommy kink, praise, fingering, pussy slapping, car sex. MDNI!!!

It was a normal day as usual for you, Lorraine, Maxine, R.J, Wayne, Bobby-Lynne and Jackson.

You we're all finishing up one of the scenes from the movie that you've all been filming, for everyone it was pretty normal for them, but you. You seemed pretty uncomfortable with the whole situation, so did Lorraine.. When you were all filming, you and lorraine looked at each other, both of you looking pretty disgusted and uncomfortable, but you thanked the lord that it ended. You had one of the mics that Lorraine holds up, Lorraine had a mic as well, R.J has the camera and Bobby-Lynne as always is smoking a cigarette as well as Jackson. Maxine is walking with Wayne and you're all bored so, Maxine decides to break the awkward silence, "did you all wanna maybe.. go into town?" Wayne answers, "sure Maxine, does anyone else wan' come along?" he asks, looking around the group of people. "uhm.. i-i'll come..?" you say nervously, because of the awkward scene you just had to watch and shoot, you're just thanking the lord that it wasn't you who was riding Jackson's cock and that it was Bobby-Lynne, as always. "alright, what about you two?" Maxine asked Lorraine and R.J. You look back at them, however, you cant help but admire Lorraine, how her dark wavy hair goes in front of her shoulders, her deep, dark brown eyes, the freckles that run along her cheeks and nose, her perfectly sharp jawline, her perfectly plump maroon coloured lips, you cant help but imagine what it'd be like to kiss them. You have always despised R.J, and how he doesn't show Lorraine enough attention, love, affection, etc. You wish that you could give her all of the love, affection and attention she needs. Lorraine has always been a bit quiet, she looks so innocent. But you snap out of that thought when R.J speaks. "Yeah, we'll come." Lorraine speaks up right after him. "yeah, its pretty boring with nothin' to do on this farm anyway." You swear you can feel yourself getting weak at the knees at her sweet, southern accent, you go crazy for it every time she speaks, which is very rarely. "Y/N, you coming?" Bobby-Lynne asks. "o-oh.. uhm.. yeah.. yeah I'm coming." you say as you walk to the back of the van and get in it. Wayne and Maxine in the front seats, Wayne in the drivers seat, Maxine in the passenger seat. Bobby-Lynne and Jackson are right up against the Driver and Passenger seats, talking to Wayne and Maxine. Lorraine and R.J sitting next to each other on the left side of the van together. Then there's just.. you. you sit on the right side of the van in the back corner closest to the back doors of the van, giving R.J dirty looks as he's being oblivious to anything around him, since he's looking back at the footage from the dirty scene you all just had to film. You look over at Lorraine, you see how she looks a bit.. upset, bored and just looks a bit pissed at the same time. If it was because of R.J, you don't blame her. He never pays attention to her, he's always been so fixated on this dumb movie that both, you and Lorraine don't even want to be apart of. You then get the courage to speak up, your voice is a bit quiet, with your southern accent, you speak up to Lorraine "hey.. uhm.. L-Lorraine, i just wanted to ask, are you alright..?" She looks at her and her facial expression changes completely, she smiles softly at you, she sits up and looks you right in the eyes. "Yeah, I'm alright, why do you ask?" ugh.. that face.. the smile.. the eyes.. the voice.. It drives you absolutely insane every time you hear it. You feel butterflies in your stomach when she smiles at you, her deep, dark brown eyes looking into yours. and you finally speak up after snapping yourself back to reality. "oh i was uh.. just.. just wonderin' you.. uhm.. you didn't seem alright, that's all." you say in a quiet tone. She speaks again as she smiles at her sweetly, "oh, no, I'm alright Y/N, thats just my face i guess." she chuckles and R.J of course has to ruin the mood. "Lorraine, can you shut up for two seconds? god, im trying to focus and i cant with you yappin' in the back."

Lorraine looked at R.J. She looked down and said sheepishly “o-oh.. I’m.. im sorry, R.J—“ R.J put his hand in front of her face, cutting her off “I said shut your damn trap. God, you don’t know how or when to listen do you?”

You were seething quietly. You hated the way he spoke to her, your fists subconsciously clenching that your knuckles turned white. you were about to say something until Bobby-Lynne exclaimed “oh! There’s a bar up here, let’s go!” ugh, great. if they drank, you’d be the one to drive, it happened every time.

“do y’all wanna go have a drink?” Wayne asks, his eyes looking at everyone in the back of the van. “We’ve been filming all dang day. We deserve a drink or two, Wayne.” Bobby-Lynne says, sounding a bit irritated. “Alright, Bobby-Lynne, we’ll go.” Wayne said. “I’m up for a drink.” Maxine said, lifting her head from the magazine she was looking at. “Yeah, me too. All this work, I need a drink as well.” Jackson says, taking a drag of his joint.

R.J had agreed as well. You weren’t a big drinker, you’d only drink every now and then. But it was very rarely you drank. Bobby-Lynne and Maxine looked back at you and Lorraine. “Y’all gonna come have a drink?” Maxine asks, her eyes darting between you and Lorraine. “o-oh uhm.. n-no.. no thank you.. im alright..” you say shyly, and you fiddled with the ring you had on your index finger. “Alright, what about you? you comin’?” Bobby-Lynne asked Lorraine, who looked up from her hands and she cleared her throat.

“oh, uhm.. no, im alright. Are.. Y/N and I allowed to stay in the van while y’all are gone?” she asked, looking at Wayne. “uhh..” he looked at Maxine and then back at Lorraine through the review mirror. He sighs “yeah, fine. whatever, go through that sweet footage we’ve got while you’re both here.”

As much as Lorraine didn’t want to, she wouldn’t have much of a choice. She wasn’t gonna do it anyway. she just nodded in response, and you hung up blankets on the windows, because the sun was way too hot. There were only windows in the front of the van, and on the back doors of the van.

. . .

You finally stopped out the front of a bar, because the one that Bobby-Lynne pointed out was closed due to being short on staff. everyone got out, except for you and Lorraine. All windows were covered by the blankets you put up, you and Lorraine were sitting quietly in the back of the van, you were just laying down, Lorraine was just sitting there as she looked at her hands.

It was quiet for a bit. You were starting to get a bit hot, so you removed your jacket. You were wearing a low cut shirt with dark grey pants. The shirt had half of your tits spilling out of it. You felt like that if you had taken your jacket off with everyone else in the car, you’d be awkward. You laid back down across the van, your eyes closed that you didn’t even notice Lorraine staring at you, biting her bottom lip slightly.

“Nice shirt..” Lorraine said, her dark brown eyes not leaving you for a second. Your eyes opened and you looked at her “oh, thanks.” You said a bit shyly, a faint blush on your cheeks as you answered. She nodded, and as you were laying there, you felt a hand on your abdomen.. your eyes shot open and you looked at Lorraine.

“d-do you.. do you need anything..?” you asked, a bit flustered feeling her long, slender fingers slowly curling and uncurling on the skin of your abdomen as she looked at you. “hm.. no, just looking.” she said softly, her deep dark brown eyes looking your body up and down. “Just looking?? then why is your hand on my stomach?” you asked, looking a bit confused and flustered.

There was silence for a while, then you heard Lorraine breathe in, about to speak. “How good are you at staying quiet?” your eyes widen, what kind of question was that? and why did it ever even come to her mind? you spoke up quietly. “u-uhm.. i-im.. im not sure.. w-why do you ask..?” Lorraine smirked. she traveled her hand up your stomach, across your beasts and then cupped the side of your face in her hand. “You wanna test that out, sweetheart?” she said, almost purring. you sat up, but she pushed you back down and held your thighs.

“L-Lorrraine.. what’re you doing..?!” you exclaimed in a whisper. Lorraine pulled you closer to her by your thighs, prying them open. “What does it look like im doing? we’re gonna see how quiet you can be for me, baby.” She purred, her fingers trying to undo the button on your pants.

“I- I didn’t.. I didn’t think you were doing this kind of thing..” you say nervously, Lorraine’s hands now slowly pulling your pants down, and off of your body, leaving you in black lace panties and that white low cut shirt. You whined pathetically as you felt her fingers rubbing against your clothed clit, and she looked at you.

“Keep quiet for me, baby..”

she whispered. Moving her fingers faster against you. A soft gasp left your lips when you felt her push your panties to the side, her fingers teasing at your dripping pussy. “hm.. so wet for me, aren’t you?” She said, in almost a purr. She then settled between your thighs, her face so close to your aching cunt. Lorraine then tore your panties off of your body, and tossed them aside. She then held your thighs tight against her shoulders, and she buried her face between your thighs, her tongue lapping around your dripping hole as she sucked on your clit.

“L-Lorraine.. fuck.. mmh..” you moaned. Lorraine made you look at her while she ate you out. You couldn’t handle eye contact so, you looked away. She slapped your pussy, making you look at her again after you whined.

Lorraine the bought two fingers up to your entrance, teasing at it. The tips of her fingers circling around your sopping, aching cunt.

“P-Please..” you whine, looking at her as she smirked. “please what, honey? use your words.” she said teasingly, her fingers still continuing to tease at your aching hole. “please.. mommy.. fingers.. mmh..” you whine, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you breathe heavily.

“Good girl..” with that, Lorraine slammed two fingers into you, curling them as she hits that soft spongy spot inside of you, making you squeal and she went at a brutal pace, pumping her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

“don’t stop..” you moan, looking down at her as she sucked on your clit and kept her fingers pumping. You two were still in the back of the van, parked next to a street, in front of a bar, where the others were.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” Lorraine asks, taking her mouth off of your clit for a moment. her fingers didn’t stop, you clenched around Lorraine’s fingers, so close to your orgasm as she kept going. “please.. fuck— mommy.. can I cum?? please.. please let me cum..” you begged, whimpering as you were on the brink of your orgasm.

“not until I say so. hold it, you can do it.” Lorraine says in almost a commanding tone, making you whine desperately. You were needy, extremely desperate for a release. “please.. p-please— mommy, I can’t..” you say through moans and whines.

Lorraine chuckled and took her mouth off of your clit again. “yes, you can. Hold it for mommy, understand?” “If you cum and I haven’t said you could, you won’t be able to cum at all.” she said her voice almost an order, like she was ordering you not to cum. All you could do was give a pathetic whimper. “answer me, do you understand?” “Say something, Y/N. Or I’ll leave you edged.” She hissed, trying to get you to answer her. All you could do was let out small words. “I— mmh.. ye-yes..” you said through heavy breaths and soft moans. “Good girl.” Lorraine said, latching her mouth back onto your clit, her hand travelling up under your shirt, her fingers teasing your nipples as she had her hand underneath your shirt and bra.

After a good 9 minutes, tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down your face, your legs shaking, keeping yourself quiet because you didn’t want people walking past the van to know what was going on. Lorraine saw how you were shaking, nothing but a trembling mess under her touch.

“do you wanna cum, pretty?” Lorraine asked, almost as if she was being sarcastic about it. A moaned out sob left your lips as you spluttered out words “ye-yes.. please..” you beg, you’re so done, and you need that sweet feeling of relief leave you. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my tongue.” She said as she withdrew her fingers from your pussy, making you whine, feeling empty. She then kept her mouth on you, licking and sucking at your throbbing clit, and aching hole.

Once she said you could cum, you didn’t hesitate. Your back arching off the van seats, your thighs squeezing Lorraine’s head to tight her ears started ringing, your hands gripping the bedsheets that were laid out across the van seats so tight that your knuckles turned white as you screamed with pure pleasure and relief. Lorraine cleaned up every drop of your sweet sweet nectar, licked you clean. She then licked her fingers and smirked at you.

“You did so good for me, baby. you were such a needy slut, weren’t you?” she said, her hand around your throat as you nodded “ye-yes.. mommy..” you said through pants as your eyes were hooded. “Good girl. You’re a slut, my slut. Do you understand me?” she said in a possessive tone. You nodded your head in response and she got you dressed just in time. The moment she pulled you onto her lap, her arms around your waist, your face buried into her neck, and your thighs bracketing hers. Everyone had come back to the van.

“What’s up with, Y/N?” Jackson asks as he jumps in the back of the van. “Nothin’ she’s just sleepin’” Lorraine says as if she didn’t just fuck you in the back of the van.

She then whispered in your ear.

“Just wait till later tonight..”

[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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[ajortga]

the 1900s

pairing: lorraine day x reader (implied fem?)

summary: with safe-kept memories from your past with your sunshine-like lorraine, more memories with your new family are unraveling for your future. (time is more in the past)

word count: 1.4k+

based off request! (thank you for the support anons!)

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hi! i love your writings, they're so good! i just hope that you can write something cute about pregnant lorraine and reader chilling in their farmhouse with their children, please? thank you 💛

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“Melly, look at the camera baby!” Lorraine’s sweet, baby-voice echoes. Your doe-eyed daughter, who’s hair is currently in braids that your wife did when she had the shortest length of hair, coos and runs up to the both of you, her hands flaring to the air. 

Melly’s hands make grabby arms and you pick her up and spin her around as she giggles. You curl up to Lorraine and nuzzle her neck as she plays with your daughter's hair. She puts a small strawberry hat she knitted on her tiny head, making Melly babble and erupt in laughter.

Her eyes look up at you, blinking as her little hands come up and nestles her fingertips into your smooth hair. You do the same for Lorraine, pressing your lips to the side of her head as you fondle with her dark, wavy hair. You make a small squeal when Melly tugs on your hair, not enough to hurt, "Stop that!" Melly giggles more and plops her head onto your shoulder, "Hair."

“You are so cute! Your eyes are so pretty!” She fusses, lending the camera to you as you carefully hand Melly to her, cautious of Lorraine’s belly that is currently bloating that carries your soon to be child. You rub the bump that's forming, leaning down and letting your hands rub shapes under her yellow sundress. The freckled brunette gives you a warm smile, in which you let her kiss your forehead as she speaks, “She has your eyes, you know? That’s why I love her even more.”

“Well, she has your cheeks, I can squish them all day!” You giggle, pinching Melly’s cheeks lightly and squishing Lorraine’s.

Your wife squeals at you, and you pick up an incoming Theodore that is now racing towards you with his cow stuffed animal. His dark brunette hair is ruffled, in which Lorraine rubs it to smooth it out.

“Hi Teddy!” You say, recording him as he looks up at the camera with his overalls and a farmer hat you secretly stole from Mr. Days' most prized stuffed animal collection. He shows his cow stuffed animal to the camera, like a trophy and plunks on the haystack, his eyes noticing the tractor push-car placed next to him. He crawls off the stack and tries to crawl into the mini, self-drive tractor. It makes you and Lorraine giggle. 

Your camcorder gets placed down on one of the stables, where it can capture everything. Then you pick up Theo and spin him in your arms, making him squeal happily. You bounce him up and down in your arms before placing him into the tractor and watching him click all the random buttons. He places his cow, which he’s recently called Sam, in the passenger seat. Then he puts his hat on him. 

“Car,” Theodore’s tiny voice states, making him around to you. His eyes are questioning.

“Yes tiny, that’s a car.”

His tiny toes step on the pedal and the tiny tractor slowly begins to drive to you, making small ‘vroom’ noises as his tractor goes in circles in time with his wheel spinning.

“Baby, I think Theo would be a race-car driver one day.”

“I think he’d be a great race-car driver,” you say, about to talk about all the cool things he would do, until Theodore’s tractor bumps into Lorraine’s knee.

“Ouch!” She gasps, playfully. The small boy giggles his heart out, so much you can see his brunette hair going up and down.

“Excuse you, young man. You cannot try to crash into a pretty girl’s knee that is currently going to grant you another sibling!”

He backs up and this time charges to your knee, bumping into it.

“Hey! That hurts!” You shout, Theodore is giggling again, his cheeks are flaring red and you and Lorraine can’t help but giggle. “I hope he doesn’t do that in class.”

Lorraine shakes her head, placing Melly next to Theo as she puts his stuffed animal back into Theo’s lap, watching them go.

She looks at you, as if you were the sweetest person to ever exist. “My daughter and son look even more beautiful because of you.” You flush pink, the smile that forms on your face can’t be stopped, “I think they’re only beautiful because of you ‘Raine.” 

Her finger places over your lips, before kissing them and looking into your eyes. Your head rests on your shoulder as you look up at her with those puppy eyes she’s been melting in since she first met you years ago, “Well they’re our children, the cute girls and boys we always pointed to when they passed by our house to try out our cookies. The children that we’ve always talked about having. They’re ours Y/N. I can’t imagine it, or being happy with anyone that isn’t you.”

You nuzzle her chest, inhaling her sweet, musky, citrus scent, “I’ll never be happy with anyone else that isn’t my sweet Lorraine.”

The both of you smile, before watching your children drive around the barn. 

“Cow!” Theodore states as he brings his cow stuffy up to show it the cow in front of him. His name was Mabel.

A little while later you and Lorraine are asleep on each other with your backs laid against the barn. Theodore and Melly are feeding your netherland dwarfs and holland lops strawberries. Both your eyes flutter as you hear your sweet girl’s giggle, peeking out of the barn door. Your bunnies are licking their hands. And even after they bite into the strawberry, Melly eats the rest, making a small, ‘mmm’ noise.

“Wait, where did she get those strawberries?”

“The door where the sink is closed!”

“She’s eating the strawberries we grew without washing them!”

Before Melly can eat another one you two shriek, “Wash those strawberries!”

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The four of you, well five, if you include your 3 and a half month golden retriever, (Pickle) are back at the farm house. The chilly breeze of the air conditioning cools you two down as you make Lorraine, Melly, and Theodore milkshakes. You cut some strawberries and mash them into a sauce, before adding some sugar and condensed milk. Then you blend them up with some milk and vanilla ice cream.

“Milky.. Shake!” Melly and Theodore say happily as all of you drink your milkshakes at the table. You steal a small sip from Lorraine’s strawberry one as she takes a sip from your vanilla one. She presses your lips on yours quickly, a light peck. You look back at the brunette girl and kiss her again.

“Ewww..” Theodore says, looking away from the romantic and cute sight that was in front of his eyes. Melly covers her face and makes a fake gagging noise, “Icky.” Theodore hugs Melly and she hugs him back, they’re both hiding away from you two.

“Awhh,” you both coo, watching them peek at you, Theodore peeks at you from the crevice of Melly, checking if you two are done.

Lorraine laughs in your ear as you hide in her neck and rub her belly, “When they’re older we’ll be teasing them and gagging when they have someone to bring home.”

“You’re sure right baby.”

You both are silent for a moment, taking a moment to appreciate everything around you, and what memories are yet to be created in the comfort of your home. There are pictures of your children’s footprints, the four of you as a family, Melly hugging Pickle when he was a baby, and Theo hugging Melly. Your eyes linger on a picture with them having spaghetti sauce all over their face and flour on the floor, like they’ve been caught committing a crime.

“That’s my favorite photo,” you say, looking up at it and grinning. 

“That’s mine,” Lorraine points at the one when you four went to the pool for the first time, both your babies floating on the water with safety lifeguards on.

Then your eyes meet a polaroid photo that you two took years ago, maybe even more over a decade. It feels so long ago, yet you remember it like it was yesterday. Your heart aches knowing that time has passed by so quickly with your sweet ‘Raine. Lorraine smiles seeing the way you’re smiling. 

You still had braces in and that stupid, silly smile. It was the photo of when Mabel, the cow that is still mooing today, was still a calf. Lorraine was wearing overalls and toothily smiling at the camera while you had ice cream in your hand. It was after the carnival you two went to freshman year high school. You remember Mr. Day had taken you both when celebrating your good grades. You two looked so young, yet it didn’t even look like you aged either way. You two were still the same old Y/N and Lorraine. 

The both of you lean into each other, “No, that’s my favorite photo,” you both whisper. The polaroid photo that wrote, 1997.

“I love you Y/N," her voice says, smooth like vanilla. You smile, curl yourself more into her.

“I love you more ‘Raine.”

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lorraine smut? but lorraine is the one giving and is dominant

I try it :(

Shut up | Lorraine day

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Under the relentless Texas sun, each day on Uncle Howard's farm became a challenge. The high temperature turned every drop of sweat into a tribute to hard work, while the arid ground beneath my feet made every step a struggle against the toughness of the earth.

On that farm, under Uncle Howard's stern yet understanding gaze, I worked to earn a few bucks. It was my ticket to a different future, far from the arid plains of Texas. New York represented my ambition, the place where I hoped to forge my fortune. So, with sweat on my forehead as a constant companion, I toiled in the hope of one day crossing the horizon to new opportunities.

"How are you doing, y/n?" someone suddenly asks.

I stopped feeding the chickens, turning to see Uncle Howard looking at me seriously. "I'm done..." I reply with a small smile, tossing a handful of corn into the chicken coop.

"Good, because you need to plow the soil for the harvest," he quickly says before leaving the farm.

"I know, J." I glance at my horse, watching me with curiosity from its enclosure. "It's more acidic than usual," I sigh wearily.

I walk over to J, placing my hand on his mane, making him neigh with happiness. "See you later," I mumble distractedly before patting his back and moving away from the farm. The sun beats against my face, and I try to shield myself by raising a hand over my eyes. The heat of the day begins to make itself felt.

The abrupt noise of a vehicle stopping on the ground catches my attention. I turn slowly to see who has arrived, curious to discover what could disrupt the tranquility of the day on Uncle Howard's farm.

A red van appears in my field of vision, and with confusion, I see who's inside. A guy in a white shirt and a cowboy hat jumps out, smiling widely. I furrow my brows as I watch him help a girl down, offering her his hand. Four more guys emerge from the back of the van, their figures still unclear under the blinding sun. My curiosity grows, trying to discern who they are and what has brought them so suddenly to our farm.

"Hey! You!" I shout, determined to capture their attention.

The cowboy guy looks at me with confusion, but his open smile doesn't seem worried at all. "This is a private residence," I assert seriously, scrutinizing the others out of the corner of my eye.

"Calm down, beauty." The cowboy guy takes off his sunglasses, smiling even more. "I'm Wayne," he says, grinning. I raise an eyebrow, confused.

"I don't care who you are, just go away," I say venomously, noticing how one of his friends sizes me up and down.

"Calm down, sweetheart." A blonde approaches slowly, smiling seductively. "We rented this place," she adds, biting her lower lip with a seductive manner. "If you're interested, you can shoot some scenes with us," she timidly suggests.

"Scenes?" I look closely at the group, noticing a camera in the hands of a guy with glasses. The way they flirt... the realization makes me blush violently.

"Bobby, that doesn't seem appropriate," another female voice intervenes. My eyes scan with curiosity over the figure of a girl behind the guy with glasses. I am surprised to see a beautiful girl with brown eyes, a dazzling smile, and an innocent aura. She seemed almost embarrassed.

"Always the same party pooper," the blonde murmurs weakly.

"I'm R.J.," says the guy with glasses, embarrassed. "She's Lorraine, my girlfriend," he adds with a smile. I blink slightly, incredulous that such a charming girl is with RJ.

"I know, I had the same reaction," the other guy in the group, Jackson, intervenes, smiling genuinely.

"Maxine," says the girl next to the cowboy, smiling shyly.

My eyes linger on Lorraine, admiring her beauty with brown eyes and the innocent smile that seemed to contrast with the situation. Her presence, somehow, added a touch of mystery to the whole situation. The tension in the air thickens as I try to understand the reason for this unexpected intrusion into Uncle Howard's quiet farm.

My heart was pounding as I watched the scene. Howard arrives with a rifle in hand, a stern look aimed at RJ.

"What's going on here?" the old man asks venomously, keeping the rifle pointed at RJ.

"Hey, calm down." Wayne raises his hands and moves slowly toward my uncle. "I'm Wayne; we talked on the phone about renting this place," the guy says determinedly.

My uncle analyzes his words before lowering the rifle. "All right... then follow me," he says calmly. "Y/n, you keep doing your work and then go feed the cows," he adds, turning and walking away.

As the six friends follow my uncle, Lorraine turns and looks at me with curiosity, giving me a shy smile. The tension in the air dissipates, but her mysterious presence and attentive gaze leave an indelible mark on my ordinary day on the farm.

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"Can you explain why you don't want to eat?" I ask with exasperation to the cow.

I was so exhausted that I desperately wanted to sleep, but Mrs. Cow here didn't want to eat. It might be something minor, I know, but if the cow doesn't eat tomorrow, we won't have milk, and my uncle will be angry.

"Please... can't you see how good it is?" I smile nervously as I shake a handful of hay in my hands. I sigh as Mary looks at me with boredom.

"You know... I think she's not hungry," someone intervenes playfully.

I turn towards the farm entrance and smile, seeing Lorraine walking towards my direction. There's something about her that irresistibly attracts me, and I don't know what it is – maybe it's the fact that she's extremely sexy and innocent at the same time.

"Oh... hi," my cheeks flush, and I lean against the fence of the pen. "Hi," Lorraine says with a small smile on her lips.

With the corner of my eye, I see the girl leaning next to me.

"And the others?" I ask curiously, and Lorraine lights a cigarette, pulling and inhaling the smoke with her eyes closed. "We've finished shooting; now they're either drinking or doing their thing... well, except for R.J.," she says indifferently, taking another drag of the cigarette.

"You know..." I start as I watch the other cows walking slowly, "I would have never thought that someone like you would do an adult film," I say embarrassedly, blushing faintly.

Lorraine looks at me with blushing cheeks and drops the cigarette to the ground, extinguishing it with the tip of her foot.

"I actually knew nothing... about these films," she begins with a low tone, smiling shyly. "And what do you mean by someone like you?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.

I open my mouth trying to say something that isn't stupid, and Lorraine takes the hay from my hands.

"I mean... you have such an innocent aura..." I start embarrassingly. Lorraine smiles sweetly at the cow, which slowly approaches the fence, sniffing what she has in her hands. "Let's say you look like the perfect cover of a church girl," I say curiously as I watch Mary start chewing on the hay Lorraine gave her.

"Mary!" I say with a falsely mournful tone, and Lorraine chuckles softly.

"Anyway, I came to help my boyfriend R.J.," she says smiling at Mary. I raise my eyebrows at her comment. "I see," I say timidly.

"And anyway, I could handle shooting a scene," she says with confidence. "I didn't say that," I respond amused and move away from the fence. I put my hands in my jeans' pockets and walk near some hay, sitting on it.

"Because I've already done something with R.J.," she says, raising her chin with superiority. Lorraine follows suit and sits beside me, settling into the hay.

"You don't seem very satisfied," I notice, and I start playing with some hay, wanting to keep my fingers busy. "Let's say it's something that gives more pleasure to him than to me," Lorraine shrugs nonchalantly, and I look at her out of the corner of my eye.

"He's a nice person; he helped me settle into university..." Lorraine confesses, lying down in the hay, looking at the ceiling.

I follow her example and turn towards her direction, seeing how some strands of hair are mixed with the hay. Her eyes sparkle, and she looks at me with curiosity. "But you don't love him, right?" I finish her sentence, and she nods slowly.

"I don't want to hurt him..." she continues, and I remain silent at her response. "Anyway, I think you could find someone who can make you enjoy," I say absentmindedly, and Lorraine smiles sweetly, giving me a light push on the side. "And are you talking about yourself?" she says playfully, and I look at her without blinking.

Lorraine stops smiling, seeing my seriousness, and leans towards my face, making my heartbeat faster. "I need someone who can endure my desire," she says in a low voice, expressing her lust.

Her eyes lock with mine, and the sparks between us intensify.

Our lips meet with desire, a palpable tension in the air. I delicately entwine my fingers around her neck, gently pulling her towards me. Initially, Lorraine stiffens, but as seconds pass, I feel her hesitation melt away. Her lips, initially shy, respond to the mutual need, creating a fusion of intensely charged emotions. The kiss becomes a silent dialogue, a blend of desires and feelings expressed through the intimate touch of our mouths.

The brunette straddles my legs and leans towards my neck, kissing it with lust. "Raine..." I say with ragged breath, and the girl moves away to look at me attentively.

Her eyes are hooded, and her lips are semi-open due to heavy breathing, her hair tousled and infused with hay.

Without saying anything, I kiss Lorraine and take her hand, making her glide along my body, slipping it directly between my underwear. Lorraine sighs loudly against my mouth, feeling the moisture between my folds, and intensifies the kiss.

"Don't hold back..." I say breathlessly. "Quench this fire," I say, smiling widely. My mouth opens wide as I feel two fingers inside me, and I spread my legs instinctively. Lorraine settles between my legs and looks at me serenely. "You're really... wet," she murmurs with a husky voice, going deeper with her fingers.

I moan in response.

Lorraine bites into my neck and begins to penetrate me at her leisure, increasing and decreasing the speed according to her desires. "No... not like this," she says breathlessly, quickly pulling away from my body.

My eyes look at the girl with confusion before smiling, seeing how she takes off her panties with the dress. I sigh loudly seeing her curves, her small breasts compensated by the magnificence of her body, soft and smooth skin.

"Calm down" I say chuckling weakly, feeling Lorraine forcefully removing my pants, exposing my warm center.

"Shut up," she says agitatedly, "I'm so frustrated..." she mutters through her teeth. My eyes watch Lorraine's movements carefully, seeing her opening my legs and searching for a better position for both of us.

Both of us release a moan as our sensitive centers rub against each other, our fluids mixing as if they were one.

"To hell with everything..." she says weakly, sighing loudly as she starts moving her hips back and forth. My hands end up on the sides of her body; the nails scratch her back with every movement.

"Mmmh..." Lorraine moans loudly, increasing the speed of her hips. The moans become louder, and the sound of our bodies in symbiosis increases at the same pace. "Raine, I..." I mumble absentmindedly, closing my eyes for a moment.

The pleasure, placing a hand around my neck, "Look at me, damn it," she says through her teeth, moaning and moving faster and faster. "Raine, I..." I mumble almost crying for pleasure, and the brunette releases the grip on my neck, opening her mouth in ecstasy and letting herself be carried away by the orgasm she just reached.

The sight made me come forcefully.

Lorraine slumps against my body, trying to catch her breath. "Is that all?" I ask with a smile on my lips. "Is this the level of endurance?" I inquire with curiosity, and Lorraine licks her lips with mischief.

"Oh no, we've just begun," she says with a husky voice, and I smile nervously, concerned about her words.

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

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TARA CARPENTER

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢

LORRAINE DAY

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[itskattkm]

I would go high for you

Lorraine Day x fem Reader

Based on request: R helps Lorraine overcome their fear of heights. Sorry for the numerous requests! <333

Warnings: fluff, fear of heights and spiders

A/N: there you go my dear 😊 and thank you for the numerous requests!

“Lorraine! Stop your literally ripping my top off!” I said laughing as she started clinging onto me. Her hands in fists as she held the fabric of my white top, making her knuckles turning white.

“This isn’t funny y/n” she said dead serious. Her eyes were fixed on the ground that was about four meters away from us. I thought it would be easy, climbing with Lorraine out of my window to sit down on the rooftop so she could get used to the height difference. But no. It wasn’t easy.

“But let’s be real Lorraine, calm down. My top is all crunched…” I giggled slight and tried to fix it with my other hand. Half of my bra was looking out. “I know…” I chuckled and began slowly to calm down. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tight. Giving her the safety she needed while she inspected the height, watching over the edge of the roof.

“Oh sorry” she said and blushed. She laughed it off and let her fists relax. One arm still around my shoulders as she fixed my top.

“Thank you. Now. Let’s sit down. Get used to the height”. Loraine sighed and looked back to the edge. Her face was speaking more then thousands words. She was so sick of this. “Hey you asked me to help you…” I added.

“Yeah I know” she scoffed and her hand around my shoulder moved slowly down my back before it wrapped itself around my wrist. This was the sign that she trusted me. Her dark eyes showing slight fear, her lips in a light pout. Making her look like the cute little girl she was back then before puppetry hit us both and we were faced with the non innocent blur in our world. “Okay” I whispered soft and turned around so I was in front of her. I held my hands slightly up so she could use myself as some sort of support while slowly sitting down.

As she did, she wiped some dust from her jeans before looking up to me. Lorraine held her hand up so she could see me properly due the sunlight hitting my back. A happy smile overtook my lips “see it positive. You get to see the sunset from up here. You can see the ray of lights so good from here. They will be shooting right through the fields”

My smile grew wider, showed the excitement I was feeling and as soon as I was sitting down beside Lorraine, she wrapped her arm around mine and leaned her head in my shoulder “why are we doing this again?” She asked.

A chuckle left my throat and I nudged her gently “cause you wanted… we talked about fears and how some of them hold people potentials back”

Lorraine grinned wide and shook her head “oh right cause my potential will be so much more useful when I start climbing on top of roofs or need to walk over a bridge”

I laughed “you will need it someday. Trust me. I don’t know when or in what kinda scenario but you will be happy that you faced that fear”

Our gazes met while the sun began to set. Lorraine’s eyes turned so soft it gave me immediately goosebumps. The light of the setting sun was reflecting slight in them and i wanted to drown in there. Lorraine leaned it wich made my body react by closing my eyes. I felt her nose brushing mine as her forehead rested on mine “okay so this means we are taking care of your fear towards spiders then”

I pulled my head away looking at you with wide eyes while chuckling. “No… nuh, forget get that. Get that out of your cute little head. Nothing will force me to get near a spider by free will or touch one or hold one. Not god, not a higher power not y-“

Lorraine’s lips were lying in a gentle way on my lips. She tilted her head as she kissed me slowly. My brain had decided to shut down before I could perceive what was happening. Before I could kiss Lorraine back, her lips left mine in a slow and warming way. She pulled me closer, looked at me with that knees weakening smile.

A deep sigh left me “fine…”

Loraine’s smile grew wider and she pulled me towards her by my neck. Her lips crashed into my left cheek as she left there a wet tingling spot “I know you love me…”

“I do!” I said almost with a pout but then i couldn’t help and let a chuckle out “i will do it just in case I need to remove a dangerous spider or something like that from you someday…”

“Yeah. And I’m up here in case you fall, so I can get you back up” she said. Our eyes met again “we’re a good team”. Loraine’s dimples were visible as she leaned slowly in and gave me a soft kiss “we are”.

[honorarysimp]

Chapter 1: Between Villages

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You never thought you’d end up back here.

The scorching Texas sun beats down on the lone road, its heat only increases once leaving the shaded shelter of the surrounding woods. Your lone figure emerges from the trees on a speeding motorcycle, the wild cool even with the bikes decrease in speed as it approaches the familiar town.

Driving past the numerous buildings on the main road, the scenery brings back old memories, old thoughts; ones that make your skin crawl and your gut churn with anger.

Your bike's engine roars loudly as you speed past the old shops lined along the sidewalk, smoothly maneuvering down the desolated road as you make your way to your destination.

Driving along the sweltering hot streets, you feel the sweat drip down your neck, dampening your clothes; not that you really mind. It's been five long years since you’ve been back here, and as far as you're concerned, you could have done without ever having to step back into this town.

As you continue your journey down the twisting back road, your stomach tightens with a sense of dread, knowing you're getting closer and closer to your destination.

Despite your desire to turn around and never look back, you press forward, closer to the source of your anxiety with every passing second.

As the cemetery comes into view, your heart sinks as you take in the sight of the numerous cars parked along the side of the road. Anxiety wells in your throat, and your hands tighten around the bike's handlebars as you approach the somber place.

You expertly steer your bike onto the grass just before the headstones begin, parking it with a loud, unnecessary flourish. Even though you hold no respect for your father, you won't let the memory of him cause any disrespect to any of the other z as deceased that rest here.

You tug off your helmet, running your fingers through your tousled hair as your other hand hooks the helmet on your handlebar, leaving it to dangle freely. No longer suffocating within the confines of your helmet, you wince and blink a few times to let your eyes adjust to the bright sunlight.

All eyes turn to you as you shut off your engine, your presence immediately turning all attention your way. Some watch you with a glare of disgust, while others display clear shock that you even bothered to come at all.

The fact that you are here to begin with, is a surprise to not just them, but yourself as well.

The Funeral Celebrant slowly regains everyone's attention as he begins his eulogy about the town's late Mayor, reminiscing about his two decades of dedicated service and great achievements.

Soon enough, the gathering of town’s people turn their interest back to the speaker, away from your conspicuous presence.

Or at least, most of them.

You can't help but grimace as the man you loathe is showered with praise for his supposed 'accomplishments' and 'good deeds', the words feeling like daggers to your gut.

You reach into your leather jacket and withdraw a small silver flask, the need for alcohol to get through this ordeal, almost overwhelming.

Just as you bring the flask up to take a swig, your eye catches sight of a familiar figure in the crowd, pretty brown doe-like eyes instantly grabbing your attention.

Your thoughts race through your head as you observe the girl- woman now, noticing the changes in her appearance and demeanor since you two had last met.

She stares directly at you, her eyes filled with an emotion you can't quite place; is it sympathy? Understanding? Perhaps even relief that you've come? After all, she was the only one who really knew the true nature of the man being eulogized, even if she had never admitted it aloud.

Your hand slowly lowers the flask, resting it on your leg as you remain seated on your motorcycle. You offer her a tentative smile, and in response, she mirrors the gesture with a tiny wave.

Maybe you haven’t changed a bit, Lorraine.

Neither have you, so it seems. As his only child, with no prospects and no promise, forced to return.

The heat of the Texas sun becomes almost unbearable as you ignore the rest of the service. Taking swallows from your flask until your mind slowly drifts into a numb haze, exactly what you intended.

The blazing sun prompts you to remove your heavy leather jacket, no longer able to stand the added layers.

You balance the lip of the flask between your teeth, tipping your head back to down the remainder of the liquor. The burn almost a welcome distraction from your surroundings.

Once finished, you pull your jacket off, the cool air hitting your skin like a much needed relief.

As you tuck the flask back into the safety of your jacket and drape it across the bike's back seat, you return your attention somewhat to the crowd a few feet away.

The somber gathering of mourners slowly begin to scatter, breaking off into smaller groupings for quiet conversation and solace. The air is still heavy with sadness, though it seems to have lifted somewhat in the absence of the Funeral Celebrant's eulogy.

You heave a reluctant sigh, knowing there's no avoiding the inevitable; you dismount the bike and take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come.

You take cautious steps forward, the grass soft beneath your boots as you approach the gathering. Everyone's attention is still focused on their own groups, giving you the chance to make your way over without unwanted attention.

You pass by the clusters of people, careful not to make eye contact or draw unwanted attention to yourself. While a few throw glances your way, nobody approaches or addresses you directly, giving you the opportunity to scope out the crowd.

You continue on, keeping a low profile as you scan the assembly. Faces you recognize, some you wish you didn't. Another handful of glances your way, but thankfully no one makes any move to start a conversation.

Then again, you’re an outcast to these people, a disgrace to your Pop. The most respected man in half a century to set foot in this town.

You did nothing wrong, but that’s not the point.

You make your way over towards the grave where your father's headstone lies, a faint cry of a bird barely audible somewhere. As you read the words etched into the stone, an array of bitter emotions wash over you. Your eyes narrow and your jaw clenches as rage bubbles up within you again, like clockwork.

He wasn’t entirely a bad man, just a bad father. At least to you, considering he was never present, in any sense. Your mom died when you were born and you never really knew her, he never talked about her.

It wasn’t your fault, but he never stopped blaming you for it.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by the arrival of a petite figure beside you. Though you don’t see her face as your gaze stays forward, you recognize the familiar presence instantly, causing a myriad of emotions to stir within you.

The two of you stand there silently, the sounds of conversation from the gathered mourners slowly fading in the background as the seconds pass. The absence of chatter is deafening, yet in a strange way, the quiet company of Lorraine doesn’t bother you as much as it should.

Despite the fact that neither of you speak a single word, her mere presence next to you is oddly reassuring. You feel her gaze eventually turn to you, but you keep your own focused straight ahead, avoiding direct eye contact.

Lorraine’s eyes flit to the headstone in front of you, her soft voice carrying a hint of a southern drawl as she mutters quietly, “rot in hell, bastard.”

You can’t help but let a laugh escape you, a sound that’s foreign to you in this setting. You turn to look at her, and to your surprise, there is an unfamiliar wetness in your eyes. Perhaps the numbness from the alcohol is wearing off.

You quickly look away, hiding any emotion you may have inadvertently revealed as your vision blurs. You quickly try to blink away the tears, hoping Lorraine didn’t notice, though you doubt you were fast enough.

You attempt to deflect the situation with a casual remark, “careful now, you don’t want this town after you for speaking bad about their beloved Mayor. It’d be your head on the chopping block here”.

Her large brown eyes meet yours, pulling your gaze in like a magnet. A half smile tugs at her lips as she responds in a quiet voice, “you wouldn’t let ‘em get away with it, now would you?”

Her words catch you off guard, and for a brief moment, all you can do is stare into her eyes. The unwavering faith she still seems to have in you takes you by surprise.

It makes a part of you want to laugh bitterly at the irony, but another part strangely finds comfort in her statement.

You know what she’s implicating, but for once, you have no witty comeback. It’s been a while since you’ve last seen her, and back then things were different. Yet it seems your silent agreement from your childhood days remains, somehow still lingering in the back of your head like muscle memory.

You shake off the memories, shifting your focus back to the present. A sense of gratitude washes over you, and you manage to say, “thanks for coming... considering...” before your voice trails off. The emotion you’ve been trying to hold back threatens to seep through, but you hold it in check, keeping it locked down tight.

Lorriane remains silent for a moment, seemingly sensing the weight of what you’re holding back. Finally, she nods, her hand lightly brushing against your arm in a gesture of ‘I’m here for you’.

The simple touch sends a shiver through you, and you force yourself to look away again, your eyes fixated on the ground.

You take a deep breath, gathering yourself and pushing down your emotions once more. You can’t keep them at bay forever, but you at least try. With a bitter expression, you reach out and grasp the top of the headstone, echoing her words under your breath, “rot in hell, old man.”

The words taste like bile in your mouth, but at the same time, a weight seems to lift off your chest. Your knuckles whiten from the force you’re exerting on the stone, your anger and frustration finally having an outlet, however subtle.

You pat your hand against the headstone just a little too hard at just the wrong angle, the rough surface biting into your skin. The pain is sharper than you expect, making you hiss through your teeth as a small cut appears along your finger, the blood seeping out and staining the dull grey stone.

Instantly, Lorraine’s eyes are on you, she’s giving you an odd look. Most likely disapproval, which you find must be a fair assumption. In a soft voice, she scolds you, “god damn it, Rooks, always doing somethin’ stupid. Just hold on a minute, I got a band-aid somewhere…”

It’s strange, to be referred to as that nickname again, it haunted you for so long. It still stings, and you hate it.

Lorraine fishes through her purse for something to tend to your wound. Her frustration is thinly veiled, but underneath it, there that familiar care you can’t help but recognize.

She rifles through her bag, eventually pulling out a small band-aid as well as tissues. With a few muttered curses under her breath, she tears one open and steps towards you, reaching for your hand.

A strange kind of tenderness envelops the moment as Lorraine takes your hand in hers. Her touch is gentle yet firm, sending jolts of electricity through you. You try to look away, to ignore the strange feelings stirring within you, but you can’t tear your gaze away. She carefully dabs away the blood, her touch so light it almost tickles. Then, she applies the band-aid, her fingers lingering against your skin longer than necessary.

As Lorraine finishes applying the band-aid, she eyes your wounded finger before slowly lifting her gaze to meet yours. She offers a sympathetic look, muttering a quiet “I am sorry for your loss, truly”, her soft voice tinged with genuine sorrow.

You shrug awkwardly in response, feeling the strange pull of emotions as she lets go of your hand. You can’t help but feel the loss of her touch, the contact leaving an inexplicable ache in its absence.

In your defense, you don’t know the last time someone was ever this gentle with you.

Your dead father is lying just a foot away, your blood trickling down his pristine headstone, and you’re talking to the girl- woman he would’ve had your head for.

Uncomfortable with the emotions swirling within you, you quickly try to shift the focus off yourself. “C’mon, let’s get the hell out of here,” you say, attempting to ignore the way your chest is tightening.

Lorraine smiles a bit more, her genuine smile sending a small flicker of comforting warmth through you. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before nodding in agreement.

As the two of you walk away from the grave, Lorraine falls into step beside you. After a moment of silence, she shyly whispers “I hate the circumstances, but it’s good to see you again…” her words are soft and tinged with a hint of something you can’t quite place.

You attempt to downplay the situation, responding with a half-joking remark, “don’t hate it, honestly, good riddance”.

Your words sound harsh, but there is a hint of truth behind them. It’s hard to view this funeral as anything but a good riddance, after all what did he ever do for you?

More irony, considering he never did anything for you.

Lorraine casts you a scowl as the blazing sun beats down on the two of you. Her nose wrinkles from the heat, and she shoots you a look that says she disapprovers of your callous attitude.

You can’t help but laugh quietly under your breath in response, finding her expressions comically endearing.

“You know, I’m surprised you are you’re still here, I thought you would’ve left this town behind by now” you say a bit too brashly, not meaning it in the way it comes off.

Lorraine’s response is predictably quiet as she mutters, “not all of us have the luxury of packing our shit and leavin’ whenever we want.”

The comment stings a little, but you can’t deny the truth in her words.

You grimace a bit at her rebuttal. She has a point, and it’s a jab that hits close to home. Lorraine was never privileged enough to leave this place and explore the world, bound to this town by obligation and circumstance.

You can’t help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing you were able to leave and start a new life somewhere else while she was stuck here.

Even if you two weren’t close back then, she was the closest to a friend you ever had here.

“Yeah, I know,” you mutter, avoiding eye contact as you continue to walk. The guilt gnaws at you, the sense of privilege you had leaving this town branches to a strange source of shame you can’t shake. “I’m sorry”, it’s a lame apology, but it’s all you can think to say.

Lorraine rolls her eyes in response, her expression a bit softer now. She waves her hand dismissively and murmurs, “your old man just died, you got nothin’ to be sorry for today. You can apologize tomorrow” her words carry a hint of understanding, a subtle way of forgiving you without you even having to ask.

You acknowledge her words with a nod, both of you approaching the archway of the cemetery. Your bike is only a few feet away, the engine gleaming in the sunlight, waiting to be brought back to life. Lorraine's car is parked nearby, the once somewhat-shiny paint job now slightly faded, a grim sign of how time has passed since you left.

Lorraine stops as the two of you reach the archway, turning to face you. Her expression softens slightly as she says, “we should catch up… if you have the time. How long will you be in town for?” Her question hangs in the air, the weight of it clear in her eyes.

As the heat of the sun beats down on you, you exhale heavily and wipe your brow, a bit of sweat dripping down your face. You reply to Lorraine with a weary tone, saying, “I’ll be in town until I get his affairs in order. I’m all that’s left, unfortunately.” The thought of having to sort through your Pops' belongings and financial matters isn't exactly something you're looking forward to.

Lorraine offers a small but sincere smile as she says, “If you need any help, or you want some company, we’d be more than happy to.”

The implication is clear, a silent offer to assist you in any way she can, though you can’t help but feel a sense of guilt about accepting. So, all you do is offer a single nod of acknowledgement, hoping she’ll take it.

Lorraine reaches into her purse and rummages through a few items before pulling out a pen. Then, with a bit of shyness, she holds out her free hand expectantly.

You hesitate for a moment, a mix of curiosity and wariness in your expression. But after a moment, you tentatively give her your hand.

Lorraine holds it in a steady but gentle grip as she begins to quickly scribble something along your bare forearm. The feeling of the pen on your skin creates a tickle sensation, the contact electrifying.

Lorriane releases your hand and avoids eye contact, her cheeks tinged pink. She mumbles a quiet “tomorrow then, I hope you come” before stuffing the pen back into her purse. Despite her casual words, there is a clear hope and anticipation underlying her tone, barely subtle in her demeanor.

She turns and heads towards her car, her footsteps crunching against the gravel. You can’t help but watch her go, a mixture of emotions swirling within you.

As she reaches her car, she casts you one last glance while simultaneously tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the simple action sending a strange jolt of electricity through you. You stand there, torn between small spurts of grief and something else you can’t quite identify.

Your Pop may have just passed and left you with a shitshow to filter through before you can leave again, but while you’re here…

It wouldn’t… hurt anything to reconnect with Lorraine, right?

Your gaze drops to the address scribbled on your arm, familiar handwriting almost making you smile.

At the point, you’re in limbo between villages, where you want to be versus where you’d tried to escape.

Get business done, and get out.

…and also take Lorraine up on her offer, it would be rude not to.

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You stand before the foreboding manor, the sight of it a haunting reminder of your less-than-pleasant childhood. The lights within still shine, illuminating the now-empty halls.

The knowledge that your father is gone brings a strange mixture of relief and a pang of sadness, though it soon morphs into anger as you recall the memories you've tried desperately to forget.

Your hand clenches into a fist at your side as you glare at the manor, the memories of your childhood flooding back. You can almost hear the echoes of your father's scathing remarks and harsh criticism, the way he would belittle and demean you. The anger rises within you, years of pent-up frustration bubbling to the surface.

You resist the urge to pick up a rock and throw it through the window, the satisfying sound of shattering glass all too tempting. However, the thought of selling this place quickly makes you reluctantly keep your distance. With a bitter taste in your mouth, you force yourself to move forward, heading up the gravel walkway.

The manor stands before you, its once-luxurious appearance now faded and withered. The grand oak pillars that once stood tall and proud have rotted with time, and the once-green vines that wrapped around the porch have turned brown and withered. The yard is overgrown and untidy, the grass long dead, and the few trees that dot the landscape are barren and lifeless.

As you take in the dilapidated state of the manor, a pang of regret tugs at your mind. Despite your negative emotions towards the place, you can’t help but acknowledge its former beauty. Your father had let this place rot, just as he had let his relationship with you rot.

You stand there, staring at the manor with a mixture of anger and sadness. Once upon a time, it had been a source of pride, a symbol of the status your father had craved.

But now, it’s just a sad husk, a reminder of a man who cared more for wealth and power than he ever did for his own offspring.

You hesitantly move up the porch steps, the old wood creaking and groaning under your boots. The sound only serves to heighten your nerves, which crawl beneath your skin like spiders. Your hands grip the strap of your backpack, the fabric twisting anxiously as you walk towards the front door.

Despite your outward calm, your heart is racing, the thought of entering the manor and facing its ghosts making your stomach churn. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before finally reaching out and grabbing the door knob.

You take a deep breath and push open the door, the hinges creaking as it swings inwards. You step forward slightly, peering inside with baited breath. The once grand foyer is now shadowed and dim, the lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The silence is deafening, the air thick with the weight of memories.

You can feel your heart beating in your chest as you utter a meek "Pop?" into the empty air.

You know he's gone, but old habits die hard, the thought of your father's presence still lingering in the shadows. Your voice echoes through the hall, the silence enveloping it like a cold embrace.

You cautiously step over the threshold, your eyes darting around the familiar but foreign surroundings.

Part of you half-expects to hear your father's voice or hear him pacing in his study upstairs, but you eventually accept that you're alone.

As you close the door behind you, the soft thud almost makes you wince, the sound echoing in the empty hall.

Despite the passage of time, you're surprised that some things have remained eerily unchanged.

The worn rug in the foyer, the old clock hanging on the wall, even the faint scent of cigars and cheap scotch all make you feel as if you've stepped back in time.

You can't help but wonder how much of this place truly died when your father did.

As you continue to walk deeper into the manor, your eyes catch glimpses of past memories in every corner. The dining room table, once filled with cold and tense meals, now serves as a gathering place for dust and cobwebs.

The stairs leading up to the second floor, once filled with the sound of your footsteps as you fled from your father's righteous preaching, now appear ominous and silent.

You try to push the memories from your mind as you make your way through the eerily quiet manor. The portraits that hung on the walls, once filled with stern faces and fake smiles, now seem to watch you with their lifeless eyes. The room you once cowered in, trying to escape your father's sharp tongue, now seems small and suffocating.

You hesitantly cross the hall, your footsteps echoing on the hardwood floors. As you approach your old room, you find yourself holding your breath as you reach out and nudge open the door. The scent of your childhood wafts out of the room, a mixture of childhood innocence and pain.

You stand in the doorway, trying to suppress the pang of pain that stabs at your chest. The room has been meticulously cleared of any trace of you. The walls, once filled with photos and memorabilia, are now bare and sterile. The closet, which used to hold your meager belongings, is now empty and cold. The message is clear — you are no longer wanted or remembered.

You can't help but wonder why your father bothered to leave everything to you, especially considering he had made it crystal clear that he could not stand your presence. It only adds to the ever-growing list of questions that swirl in your mind, each unanswered question weighing heavy on your heart.

Your thoughts are plagued with the lingering doubt that your father's death was truly due to "natural causes”.

No. Stop. You don’t give a shit. Why should you give a shit?

But something just doesn't feel right about it all, a nagging suspicion that something darker could be behind his sudden demise. You descend the stairs briskly, your footsteps pounding against the wood as you take them two at a time.

You had hoped to spend the night here, to sort through memories and belongings. But the weight of the manor's emptiness and the echoing loneliness make your skin crawl.

It feels as though the walls are closing in on you, the shadows in the corners almost alive with the memories trapped within. You realize that staying here tonight would serve no purpose but to torment you further.

This can wait until the day time, fuck this place.

You exit the house with haste, the need to escape the suffocating memories propelling you forward. Your footsteps echo on the porch boards as you rush down the steps, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Your emotions are a tumult, an inexplicable mix of grief, anger, and relief that the past few minutes have managed to dredge up.

Your hands tremble as you reach your bike, the sight of the manor sending a pang of nausea through you.

For a moment, you simply stand there, staring at the imposing building that holds nothing but pain and suffering for you. You can almost feel the malevolent spirit of your father seeping from the walls, a reminder of everything that was wrong in this place.

You stand tall, your defiant nature refusing to let this place get the best of you. You raise both your middle fingers towards the manor in a display of contempt and defiance, shouting a loud "FUCK YOU" into the still air.

With a determined resolve, you turn away from the house and drop down onto your motorcycle, eager to put distance between you and the memories that still haunt you.

You hear the familiar caw of crows in the distance, you’re quick to drown it out by revving up your bike and pulling your helmet back on.

Five years. Five years away. Clearly, none of that time away has brought you any solace or healing.

It's a painful truth that sometimes the only way to heal old wounds is to dig deep and reopen them, exposing them to the open air and allowing them to breathe.

Like a festering infection, the pain and hurt can linger, will continue to infect your mind and heart if left unaddressed.

Reopening these wounds, as much as it hurts, may be the only way for them to truly heal.

Maybe now, the past can die along with your Pop.

next.

[sorrowedpickle]

Soft

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

A/N: I was eating miso soup while making this. Tell me what you think🫶🏻

Warning: smut, oral, finger, top!jenna, bottom!reader, soft!jenna

A warning for mclayes for when they come to my tumble and try to steal this, don’t do it or else. It will already be posted to my wattpad proving that you are a plagiarizing.

Request: May we please see a “I’ll be gentle” + “am I going too fast?” fic with bottom!R x top!Jenna (or top!Tara)? Thank you in advance!

“Just relax, okay?” Her voice is low and sultry, luring you further in as she pushes you back against the pillows of your shared bed, dark eyes staring down at yours.

It had only been a few months since you started dating Jenna, though you had passed the three month rule you wanted to wait a little longer just to be sure and sure you were. Five —almost six — months now, you knew she wasn’t going anywhere besides to you or to wherever she’d be filming next.

And boy, we’re you glad you waited. You could see all the pint up sexual frustration behind her eyes but never had she pushed your limits and you could tell now she wasn’t going to be rough because of it.

“I’ll be gentle.” She whispers, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your nose. You smile and nod slowly, body fully relaxing into the soft comforter below you as Jenna settles between your legs, hands roaming up and down your torso slowly.

Her darks eyes locked on the exposed skin of your torso, hands grazing against your pelvic bone and your thighs.

You feel your chest rising and falling as you watch her, hands gripping the comforter below you as her hands glide down your thighs making you shudder slightly.

She gives them a gentle squeeze before grabbing your panties and guiding them down your legs before tossing them somewhere to the left of your shared room.

You let out a shaky as she rides her hands up from your knees up to the top of your thighs, eyes locked on her now amused one’s as she repeats the action, relishing in the way you react.

She shifts her body further down the bed, situating both your legs over her shoulders giving her full access to everything before her.

She kisses your thigh softly a few times, her soft eyes never leaving yours as your breathing seems to get more shallow as you watch her movements.

She gives you thighs one more gently squeeze before she likes a stripe up your pussy. You let out a breathy moan and let your head hit the pillow under you, thighs instantly squeezing her head as her once soft eyes turn even more dark. Her pupils now blown and her slender fingers tighten on your thighs as she does it once more.

Her tongue was warm, the muscle licking your pussy with a small amount of pressure and it seemed to make it much wetter than it already was, or maybe you were just getting wetter by yourself.

You let out another moan when she does it again, her movement much slower and teasing as she continues stare up at you purposely making sure to only graze your clit and not give it any attention.

You let out high pitched whine, hand moving to her tide back hair to tug her closer as your nails gently scratch at her scalp.

She only hums in a response before she pushes her face further into your pussy making you let out a gasp followed by a moan, back arching almost immediately to get more as her tongue swirls around your nub expertly.

Your body was already shaking, legs squeezing her head refusing to let her pull away at all as her tongue works it’s magic switching between your clit and pushing its way inside you to be squeezed by your tight hole.

Your moans seemed to get more frequent as her actions seemed to speed up and she’d push her tongue deeper each time she switch. The feeling was indescribable, her tongue was different from the others that had been there. It was longer, the muscles moved more and she seemed to know exactly when and when not to switch to keep you where she wanted you.

But then she pulled her face away, taking away any warmth and pleasure that had been there and replacing it with a breeze against your pussy that made you shudder.

You whine loudly, hips bucking up toward her as your grip on her hair tightens to try and pull her back.

Your quickly silenced when she pushing a finger passed your walls, gather the wetness before pushing it inside of you slowly. The action sends sparks into your belly, a knot pushing against her fingers as your velvet walks clench around her, subconsciously wanting to keep her there.

You let out a low moan as your legs open more for her to give her more access, her eyes snapping the to the slickness that quickly covered her fingers as she slowly pumping in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she mumbled as she watched, your breathing was still shallow as she forced her finger in to have your pussy engulf it fully, loving the way you feel and the way she looks inside of you. “So good.” she says, now breathless herself, her mouth agape as she stares down at you. This was new territory for her eyes to roam and she was loving it.

You let out a soft sigh mixed with a moan and she looks up at you, dark eyes soft and a small smiling resting on her face as she speeds up a bit making your legs tense up and your hips to lip up toward her as you bite back a moan, eyes staring into hers.

She leans down and presses a kiss to your clit before adding another finger and her tongue rolls against your bundle of nerves, moaning at your taste.

The vibrations send shock waves through you as your back arches even more and your eyes roll to the back of your head. A loud moan mixed with a sob leaves you.

She seems to tense up slightly, fingers slowing down as concerned brown orbs stare up at you, searching for any sign of you being uncomfortable.

“Am I going to fast?” She asks, voice low as her eyes switch between looking into both of yours. But there was no sign of discomfort or pain but rather neediness and want as you stare back down at her.

“No,” you say, breathless as your hips try to move against her hand. “Just keep going.” You moan out, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

She seems to let out a relieved breath before smiling up at her, pressing a kiss to your thigh once again.

“Good.” She says quietly, voice once again full of want as her fingers begin to move again. Your already back to chasing your high, moaning loudly and pressing her toward your pussy again, wanting more of the pleasure she was giving you.

She lets out a giggle, pressing a kiss to your clit again. “Greedy little thing,” she mumbles before her mouth wraps around your clit, moaning at the taste as her tongue presses into the nerves with more pressure as her own eyes roll back. “It’s okay, I like it when you take what you want.” She mumbles, gently biting the nub making your body jolt before your legs tighten around her.

She smiles and kisses it again before returning to sucking like her life depending on it.

The feeling of your squeezing around her fingers and head was making her feel dizzy with need, the feeling of you was making her want even more. Maybe she was the greedy one. Especially when she tries to push you further toward your climax, eager to taste more than what was already getting.

“Y-you’re the little one.” You manage out before a high pitched moan leaves you causing her to smile. You were teasing her back, she loved that you always were able to bite back. Especially now, in a vulnerable state you seemed to trust her.

She wraps her lips around you clit and sucks, hard. It cause another cry to leave you as your legs shake and struggle to stay tight around her head, stars covering your vision before all the tension in your lower abdomen suddenly snaps, your hips buckling up into her faces as you force it to stay there, eyes squeezing shut as the low moan leaves her mouth, tongue moving down to where her fingers pumping to taste you.

And taste good you did. She moans as she collects the salty essence, loving the more slowly came out as her fingers slowed so she could have more.

She looked up toward her, arm over your eyes while your bare chest rose and fell before her. It was a sight to see, that’s for sure.

She slowly removed her fingers making you whine before her tongue replaced them to gather as much of your cum as she could, loving the salty taste as she gently squeezed your thighs again.

Eventually though, you whine and try to push her head away as the feeling started to become too much and she obliged, pulling away and sitting up on her knees to stare down at you.

She hums out, crawling over your limp body as she trails wet kisses along your torso, to your cleavage, then your collar bone and neck, along your jaw and finally to your mouth.

You moan into it, tasting yourself against her lips as she gently rubs your hips to ease the shaking and bucking of sensitivity.

She pulls back, a small but warm smile on her face as she kisses your cheek softly before you wrap your arms around her shoulders and pull her down to lay against you.

She lets out a content sigh as she buries her face into your neck and starts to kiss it softly multiple times while she lets you come down from your high. “I love you.” She mumbles between kiss

Something she shouldn’t have let you done and just continued. After a few moments your grip tightens on her and you roll her onto her back as you trap her between you and the bed.

Her eyes open wide as she stares up at you, a wave of arousal coursing through her as you give her a mischievous smile as start to move down toward her own hot area. She squirms slightly, hoping you wouldn’t be as gentle with her as she was with you.

(I’m watching your post on Wattpad mclayes, it will be my evidence to Wattpad.)

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first time

lorraine day x g!preader

summary: lorraine takes your virginity, that’s it, that’s all.

spending night’s with lorraine was always your favorite.

they would only consist on watching you guys’ favorite movies, or taking a drive somewhere until your truck gave out.

and you weren’t the one to complain.

you and lorraine never took your relationship to the next level, and it wasn’t because you didn’t want to go there, it’s just - you weren’t very experienced with that.

i mean sure, you had your fair share of playboy magazines scattered under your bed, and hidden god knows where in your closet, but -

you never gotten too far with lorraine.

you were a bit nervous to be exact. you didn’t know what you would be like, or - if she would enjoy it, and you couldn’t help but sweat at that thought.

you knew the day would come eventually.

but.. you didn’t expect it to be so soon.

now, you and lorraine were in your bed, cuddled up, you running your hands through her lavender scented hair.

it was silent. not the awkward kind. the comforting of course. but that soon came to a halt.

“y/n?” lorraine said, your fingers paused momentarily at her voice.

“hmm?”

“can we talk?” shit. what did she want to talk about? was it something you said? did? god, did she want to break up—

“stop thinkin’ so loud, it’s nothin’ wrong!” she laughed as she sat up facing you.

phew.

“what’s up then, sweetheart?” your eyes scanned over her figure. it was almost pitch black in the room besides your bedside lamp making it easier to see her.

“i just - y’know i love you, right? and i know you love me, but, i mean… i..” she looked off to the side, trying to find the right words.

“i just can’t help it but, i’ve been noticin’… well you haven’t been too.. intimate with me. and.. i understand if you’re not ready, because i would never want to push you to do that, but.. it’s all the time! are you.. ashamed of me?” lorraine asked, her face filled with sorrow now.

oh.

oh.

now was the time to tell her.

“oh god…” your hands were in your face now, you felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“it’s not that i don’t want to go there with you, raine.. it’s just…”

“i’m.. i’m a virgin.” you blurted out.

silence.

silence was all you heard. then, laughter.

lorraine was laughing at you.

“what’s so funny?” you said.

“you could’ve just told me instead of brushing it off like you were scared to touch me, y/n! god, that’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about, everyone has their first time!” she said.

“really?” you said, “really? it’s, it’s okay?”

“yes! now… how about i change that of you, huh?”

“what do you mean?” you said, lorraine was inching closer to you, eyes drifting down to your lips, then to your eyes, lips again, eyes..

“what i mean is..”

you weren’t prepared for her lips to be captured onto yours, her body swiftly coming on top of you, the kiss becoming heated every second.

you felt her teeth sink into your bottom lip, and you tried to ignore the bulge growing below, and suppressing your moans.

“i wanna hear you, y/n.” she said, a whisper, “i wanna hear all of you.”

“lorraine..” you didn’t mean for her name to come out as a whimper, but god you needed her.

“what? c’mon, what do you need?” she asked.

“you…”

“what?”

“fuck! lorraine, i… i need you.. please…”

“atta girl.” she smiled.

she then trailed her hand down to your pants, unloosening the buckle in a swift move, pulling it off.

“can i?” she asked.

“please..”

she then pulled your pants and underwear off, your cock springing up and hitting your stomach. you felt her lips on the tip at once, then, her whole mouth went next, you were surprised she could take it all in.

“yes.. fuck, right there…” you grabbed her hair and pulled it in a makeshift ponytail, and bobbed her head up and down.

“gonna cum… m’gonna cum..” you felt her mouth vibrate as she hummed.

as you were feeling the release come, the feeling went away, and you opened your eyes, confused.

“what’d you stop for?”

she didn’t say anything as you saw her take her own panties off, the wetness leaking out.

“i wanna feel you inside me, is that okay?” she asked hovering over you.

with pleading eyes, you nodded, not trusting your voice.

she aligned your dick up with her entrance, and went down, both of your eyes rolling back at the same time. you grabbed her hips and guided her through it, even though this was your first time, it just felt so good not to.

skin slapping, and moans was all that could be heard through the room. “oh, y/n! you’re so big…” she moaned out, her head going back, as you grabbed her breast and started toying with her nipples. “you take me so well, ‘raine, like a good slut, fuck.. fuck.”

“i’m about to…” she said, “about to what, hm? hold it.”

“but i…” she tried to finish her sentence, but before she could you flipped her over, now, you hovered over her, as you didn’t give her enough time to think before you rammed inside her again, feeling the spot you hit repeatedly.

“yeah… look at you, all messed up….” you took your thumb and touched her clit, earning a gasp from her as she bit her lip. “y/n, please, let me cum!”

“mhm.. cum f’me, pretty girl.” you felt your own release building up as you sped up your movements.

“fuck..fuck….fuck!” you gasped, hiding your in the crook of lorraine’s neck, you both coming down from your high.

“oh my god…” lorraine managed to muster out. “for your first time you were a fuckin’ stallion…”

you laughed, bringing your head up, “what can i say?”

“you think you have enough energy for another round?” you heard her say.

“fuck yeah i do.”

not proofread. hope u guys liked this😭