lorraine who always looks devastating while praying after investigations. knees pressed into the motel carpet. silk nightgown slipping up her thighs while candlelight flickers against her skin and that tiny cross necklace rests between her breasts. meanwhile you’re sitting on the bed trying desperately not to stare while your pussy throbs between your legs hard enough to ache. lorraine notices the second your breathing changes and absolutely loves how obvious your need for her becomes.
lorraine who catches your hand slipping beneath the blankets one night while she’s praying quietly beside the bed. instead of stopping, she calmly keeps speaking while glancing at you over her shoulder, asking whether touching yourself while she prays makes your pussy wet. the embarrassment alone nearly makes you cum. especially when she tells you to keep your fingers there and not stop until she says so.
lorraine who deliberately drags her prayers out once she realizes how badly they affect you. she’ll kneel there speaking softly while you squirm beside her with your thighs pressed together because your pussy is soaking through your underwear from nothing but her voice. sometimes she pauses just to ask if you’re dripping for her already. the second you whimper yes, lorraine smiles so sweetly before continuing like nothing happened.
lorraine who absolutely loves sitting at the edge of the bed with you kneeling between her thighs while she slowly pets your hair and makes you confess every filthy thought running through your head. she’ll ask whether you were imagining her fingers inside your pussy while she prayed. whether you thought about her mouth on your tits while she held her rosary beads. every shaky answer makes her wetter too.
lorraine who gets addicted to the way your body reacts when she starts dirty talking in that calm voice of hers. she’ll slowly spread your thighs apart and hum at the sight of how wet your pussy already is before whispering “look at this mess, sweetheart… all from watching me pray?” meanwhile her fingers are rubbing slow circles over your clit just to watch your hips jerk helplessly against her hand.
lorraine who loves playing with your boobs while kissing you senseless against motel pillows after rough investigations. she’ll squeeze them slowly through your shirt first, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden for her before she finally pulls the fabric down with this hungry little look in her eyes. she adores hearing the pathetic noises you make when she sucks bruises against your tits while rubbing your clit at the same time.
lorraine who loves when you cum with her cross necklace wrapped loosely around your fist. she thinks the image of you trembling beneath her while whining her name and clutching onto something holy is unbelievably filthy. she’ll keep rubbing your clit through every pulse of your orgasm too, watching your pussy clench around her fingers while she softly praises how pretty you look cumming for her.
you who can barely sit still whenever lorraine starts praying after cases now because your brain immediately goes somewhere filthy. the second she kneels beside the bed your pussy starts throbbing and you catch yourself staring at her mouth instead of listening to a single word she says. lorraine notices every single time. she always notices.
you who completely lose composure the first time lorraine gently pushes you onto your knees for her. your hands are shaking. your thighs are slick already. and the second she cups your face while softly asking “can you be good for me tonight?” you feel yourself clench embarrassingly hard around nothing. lorraine thinks it’s adorable.
lorraine who absolutely loves fingering you while still half dressed after investigations. silk nightgown bunched around her thighs while she presses you into the mattress and slowly works her fingers into your soaked pussy. she keeps eye contact the entire time too, whispering filthy praise about how easily you fall apart for her while your legs shake around her wrist.
lorraine who secretly enjoys overstimulating you because she’s fascinated by how sensitive your body becomes after the first orgasm. she’ll keep two fingers buried deep inside your pussy while rubbing your clit slow enough to torture you, calmly telling you “one more, sweetheart… i know you can give me one more.” meanwhile you’re crying and squirming beneath her because your body physically can’t stop cumming for her.
lorraine who gets unbelievably turned on hearing you beg. especially desperate little “please let me cum” whines whispered against her throat while she’s grinding her thigh between your legs. she’ll deliberately slow down just to hear more of those pathetic sounds before finally giving you permission and feeling your pussy soak against her leg while you come apart on top of her.
I should stop to read so many The Conjuring movies fanfiction... The Lorraine X Reader fandom is very small and my pagan' ass cannot tolerate so much of the religious stuff that comes from it.
