#phoebe atwell x reader

[wed-in-the-apocalypse]

Caught

Tara carpenter x reader

Drabble 2

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2 months of dating Tara, it had to be the best 2 months of your life, but dating Tara also came with some difficulties, you see, it was hard not to tell absolutely everyone in the world about your beautiful, amazing, talented girlfriend: Tara Carpenter.

And this was one of those times.

You were hanging out with the core 4, along with Mindy's girlfriend and your best friend; Anika, and Ethan with Quinn.

You guys were walking in the city as usual, per Tara's request to explore the city, and of course you loved showing them around, but you weren't in the greatist mood, the problem was that Chad had been all over Tara the entire evening, you tried to keep your jealousness at bay, it wasn't his fault, afterall, your relationship with Tara was a secret, still you couldn't help but feel jealous at the sight of Chads arm slung over Tara's shoulder as he talked her ear off, but you tried not to look and kept going.

"Hey guys, Can we stop for some food?, I'm hungry" Ethan whined, "Sure, There's a pizza joint right here" Anika said, pointing at a small building, "There's alot of people in there.." Sam muttered, eyeing it wearily, "It's fine, I'll go in and grab some pizza," Quinn said from behind you, "Who has money?" "Oh, I do," You reached into your pocket and pulled out some 10 dollar bills, "Here" Quinn took it, "Thanks, Okay, What kinda pizza do you guys want?" "Mushrooms!" Chad exclaimed, "Pineapple is fine" Sam murmured, "Ugh, That's all so gross, Get some cheese pizza for me" Mindy made a disgusted look, (idk, mushrooms and pineapple on pizza is just gross to me) Quinn nodded and went inside.

You didn't have to wait to long before she came back with four boxes, "Thank god," Ethan whimpered, "Mmm, this is great" He said taking a huge bite out of his pizza slice, "Alright guys let's go back to the apartment" Sam called, so you all followed her back.

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When you got back and Sam finally found the key you all burst in, Mindy crashing into the couch as a loud groan left her, and you chuckled, "My fucking ass is sore," Mindy whined, "Why'd we have to go ice skating?" "Because i wanted to remember?," Anika said flopping on top of her girlfriend, "And it was funny watching you and Chad fall" "Hey!," Chad protested, "It was slippery.." They countinued to insult eachother and you sighed, quietly slipping into Tara's room, you sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, trying to get the image of Chad catching Tara from nearly falling on the ice out of your head.

It wasn't working very well.

You groaned, falling back on the bed and putting your hands over your face, you couldn't hear the quiet pitter-patter of feet over the yelling and laughing, the door creaked softly as a small head poked through the crack, "Hey baby," A voice said softly, "You okay?, You were quiet almost the whole time we were out" Tara approached the bed, sitting at your side, "Yeah, i'm okay Tar, just a bit tired" You gave her a comforting smile, but she knew better, she raised her brow, you sighed, you both knew you couldn't lie to her, "I just.. it's silly but, it, hurts.. watching you with Chad, i mean, he acts like he owns everything! And i know it's not his fault, we're a secret but still" You sniffed, moving to face the wall. She put her hand on your chin, making you face her, "Y/n, I want you to know that i don't have any feelings for Chad, He's just a friend, And if you want, I can tell him that, Okay?"

Tears welled in your eyes at her reassurance, you sat up, smiling at her, whispering a soft, "I know", you leaned in, and she met you halfway. The kiss was like a promise, filled with love, and passion, words can't describe how you felt in that moment, you could cry, it was overwhelming the feelings you held for Tara. You kissed her with everything you had, telling her without words that you would be with her forever, because words didn't matter. You broke for air but she pulled you back in, this time with more hunger, desire, she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, your tounge swipping over her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing your entry. Your hand snaked under her shirt, fingers softly scratching the perfect skin under her ribs, and she whimpered at the feeling.

You were to entirely entranced by one anothers beings to hear the footsteps approaching the door, you hadn't even noticed anyone else was in the room until she cleared her throat, you broke away. Anika was standing at the door, with the biggest grin on her face, "I fucking knew it!" Yours and Tara's faces were both bright red, from both emotion, and embarrassment. You stuttered out a "I-I-, Wait, you're not like, Mad?" Anika looked slightly confused at that, "What?, No?, I mean a little because you didn't tell me but no. I'm not Sam for fucks sake" A beat of silence passed, less than a second, as you both sat there in shock, "Okay, Well, I came to tell you guys that we're watching insidious," She went to leave, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Then she left you alone. Tara groaned, hiding her face in the crook of your neck as you laughed at her embarrassed state. She pinced your side, "It's not funny!" she complained, "Well it kinda is-" your sentence was cut short by Tara's lips on yours, she crawled back into your lap, and you happily shut up. "It's not funny" She muttered against your lips, "Okay, Okay, It's not funny" "Damn right" You chuckled at that, "Okay, I think we should go before they think we're having sex" You joked, and Tara nodded, sliding off of you, "Yeah, c'mon".

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You walked into the living room, suprisingly no one looked at you differently, Chad looked at you and Tara with a hint of jealousy, and Anika smirked at you, but the others were busy watching the movie. You moved to sit next to Ethan, and Tara sat in the empty space next to you, subtly putting her hand on yours, in the dim light of the tv, no one saw as Tara leaned her head on your shoulder, Sam though, had seen it, giving you a slight smile and an approving nod. You smiled back, turning to the tv, you melted into Tara, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.

Maybe this would work out.

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sorry for procrastinating on this drabble <3

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[deep-fried-egg]

Don't be a brat.

This includes: brat taming, g!p vada, Dom!vada, top! Vada, sub! R, bottom! R, fem! R, spanking, Vada cumming inside

SMUT BELOW THE CUT, MINORS DNI

"Yeah y/n. Juice wrld is 100x better than sublime." Vada said as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram . She was sitting on the couch, feet up and legs stretched out.

"Have you even heard sublime?" Y/n asked Vada who only shrugged. "It sounds like someone just wants to be a pain in the ass. Who listens to juice wrld anyway?"

"The people that have a brain, that's who." Vada retorted back, then continued scrolling through her feed. "What do you know about people that have brains." Y/n mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Vada said with narrowed eyes. "Nothing, don't worry about it." Y/n answered, knowing that it would only annoy Vada further.

"That didn't sound like nothing." Vada set her phone down "If you wanna be a fucking brat I might have to fuck the attitude out of you."

"You won't," Y/n replied flatly, but didn't look up from her lap.

"Oh yeah?" Vada got off the couch and stood directly over Y/n. "Is that a dare or what?" Before Y/n could respond, Vada leaned over and gave Y/n a kiss. Y/n tensed, ready for the other girl to push her down, but instead she felt arms wrap around her waist and pull them closer. Y/n felt Vada's hand move from her hip to her ass, squeezing and massaging the area while their lips remained locked together.

"Vads... Just get to it already." Y/n said between kisses when Vada started to nip at Y/n's lower lip, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from her girlfriend."I don't like your tone, Y/n." Vada whispered in Y/n's ear before pressing another kiss against her neck. Y/n shuddered when Vada started sucking hard on her pulse point

The brunette girl moved her hands from Y/n's ass to her thighs where she pulled y/n into a tighter embrace. When Y/n let out a small gasp of air Vada took the opportunity to slide her tongue into Y/n's mouth. Y/n moaned at the sensation, allowing Vada to deepen the kiss.

"lay down on my lap brat." Vada commanded as she sat down next to me. Of course, I obliged. Immediately I did as told

Vada squeezed my ass before quickly pulling how my pants and panties so my bare ass is facing her.

"I'll only give you ten for today, but if you pull this shit ever again I'll double it." Vada threatened before giving you a harsh smack then a gentle rub.

"One." I can already feel myself getting wet...

"Two." somehow this slap was even harder than the first one, but it came with a quiet "sorry"

"Three..." This was the softest spank she's given me so far, I'm surprised she hasn't asked me if I'm still okay with this-

"Is this still okay?" Nevermind. I give Vada a quick nod before flinching from another smack.

"Four."

"Five? Yeah five." I softly smile at the fact that she forgot the number she's at.

"Six." At this point my arousal is spreading to my thighs.

"Seven, can I continue?" She asks again.

"Yes, vada it's fine now stop aski-" I get cut off by a hard smack.

"Eight." She said louder than the other numbers.

"Nine."

"Nine and a half..."

"And ten."

At this point I am dripping onto her shorts, it's fucking embarrassing that pain turns me on this much. To be honest it's not only the pain it's the fact that I can feel her hard cock pressing into me as well.

"fuck I bet you're so wet for me that I don't need to use lube..." Vada inches her hand closer and closer to my center.

"I'm not wet at all." I managed to get out right when she was about to touch my heat.

"let's see if you're lying or not even though I already know you are." Vada ran her fingers through my center and came up with an embarrassing amount of slick.

"I knew it."

"come back up on the couch. Face down, ass up." This time I did get on the couch but I didn't get into the position she wanted me in. Instead I just laid down on my back.

"Did you hear what I asked? I said face down ass up." Vada said but I didn't budge.

"Do you just want to be punished?" I still did not move.

"Move."

I realize that she wont fuck me unless I'm in that position so I gave up trying and finally moved.

"you know I'm gonna have to punish you again for that?" Vada said while rubbing the tip of her cock against my clit... I didn't even realize she took her shorts off.

"Vada..." I tried to say an entire sentence but apparently I'm not allowed to talk anymore.

"Nope. Be quiet slut." I feel vada completely pull away which causes me to whine into the cushion Vada is pressing my face into.

"Oh do you want me inside?" I nodded into the cushion but that wasn't good enough.

"Actually, you can talk... So use your words."

"Yes... please I want you so fucking bad Vada." I reached behind me trying to find her cock but she slapped my hand away and she grabbed it herself.

"No touching, got it?" With that, Vada slid her dick inside me causing me to groan loudly. I couldn't help but squirm and let out a loud moan.

"Fuck you're tight." Her fingers dug into my hips as she thrust faster and deeper into me.

"Vada...." I said again and this time she stopped moving and looked up at me. She gave me a devilish smile. "Say my name again." I swallowed thickly and looked into her eyes. "Vada...please..." This time, it sounded more like a whimper. The brunette smirked and kept fucking me.

"Where did all your brattiness go? You were arguing with me a couple of minutes ago." Vada teased before giving me one particularly rough thrust, this time causing me to moan. I clenched my teeth shut and bit my bottom lip to stifle any other noises I could make. "I like your feisty side babe, I hope you keep being a little fucking brat long enough for us to work through your bitchiness." Vada chuckled darkly as she slowly moved her hips forward causing me to tighten around her dick. She stopped and waited for a few seconds then went back to thrusting inside of me. I moaned as she began to pick up speed, thrusting harder each time. I was panting heavily, sweat forming on my forehead.

"Are you going to behave now?" Vada said, a smug smirk adorning her features.

"Uh huh." I said quietly, breathing heavily. "Good girl." she purred. As Vada continued to pump her dick into me until I neared my release... but instead of letting me cum Vada immediately pulled out.

"What the fuck?" I hissed angrily, just wanting her to make me cum as soon as possible.

"Don't complain brat. You know why I'm not letting you cum yet" Vada replied nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"Because you need to learn some manners."

"I didn't even do anything this time!" I snapped, annoyed.

"Stop talking. You're lucky I'm too horny to stop fucking you right now..." Vada said as she slammed her body back into mine before picking up her pace once again, this time leaving no space between us. My whole body shook as my nails dug harshly into the couch cushions.

"Please..." I whined in desperation as Vada increased the speed of her stroke. "Please." My voice was becoming hoarse and the pressure building up inside me became unbearable.

"Apologize for being such a fucking brat earlier."

"Sorry... for being a brat." I mumbled as tears gathered in my eyes from how uncomfortable being kept on the edge of an orgasm is. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I continued to apologize over and over again as she sped up even more, causing me to cum all over her cock. Vada was about to cum as well and I could feel her tense up, I knew it was coming...

A low growl came out of Vada's throat as she pounded into me roughly and cumming deep inside of me. Vada slowly pulled out and moved away from me so I could finally lie on my back. My eyes met hers as we both breathed heavily, I ran my hand down her chest gently caressing it while she placed lazy kisses down my neck.

"You know I don't actually think you're a brat or a whore right?" Vada questioned, bringing our foreheads together.

"I know." I sighed contently as she continued to place soft butterfly kisses across my face.

" I wouldn't have gotten my way if you weren't so obedient... you're the perfect little sub, don't ever forget that." Vada whispered in my ear before kissing me deeply.

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[somekindofpoet]

How To: Be The Perfect Partner - A Lecture

Summary: Phoebe has prepared a lecture for Reader: how to be a perfect partner.

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! Language, smut, rough-ish (emphasis on -ish)

A/N: Horny Angel Anon, bb this one is for you. It took me longer than usual to write, I had to take more breaks than usual. Please excuse me now while I go stand in a cold shower for a few hours.

“Class, be seated.”

You sit, ever obedient. You glance around the empty science classroom, confused but playing along. Phoebe stands at the front, the projector image illuminating her buttoned white lab coat. She side steps out of the picture, pointing a clicker behind you, setting off the carousel, and starting the reel. The first grainy image appears on the screen, and Phoebe snaps a long pointer at the title, which reads, ‘THE PERFECT PARTNER.’

“Now, I want to preface this lecture by informing you that you have been performing exceptionally well in this department,” she shoots a pointed look at you, “but, as the more experienced member in this relationship, there are some things we need to cover.”

You lean back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest and an amused smile on your face. Calling herself more experienced was a stretch being that she had been with one more person than you had, but you let her run with it. It entertained you to no end when she got like this, passionate and excited about something most people would deem silly.

She whips her pointer to the screen as the image slides across, the new picture settling in place. It’s an image of a man on his knees, a woman with long flowing hair knighting him with a sword on his shoulder. Under the image is the word ‘CHIVALRY.’

“Now, I’m of the opinion that chivalry is an outdated, patriarchal system used to manipulate women into thinking men being polite should earn them a reward. But in this case, we’re going to go a more modern route in the ways that you are chivalrous.”

She begins to pace, slapping the pointer across her palm. Her heart-shaped sunglasses are making it incredibly difficult to take her seriously, and you can feel the inkling of a smile beginning to pull at the corners of your lips. She turns on her heel and faces you, tilting her sunglasses down on her nose.

“Something funny?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

You put your hands up and shake your head, surrendering with no terms and still fighting not to smile.

She nods once, accepting your white flag, and begins to pace again, “Although I hate to admit it, you are the stronger of the two of us. You have done pretty well to use this advantage, carrying my books, opening doors for me, serving me first, always considerate of my needs. Moving on.”

The carousel clicks behind you, sliding the next image across the screen. It’s a black kitten with large green eyes, staring right at you, the word ‘NATURE’ emblazoned across the bottom of the picture. Phoebe cracks the pointer to the screen again, smirking at you.

“Your nature. Naturally, you are caring, gentle and affectionate. But this, I feel, is where you begin to hold back. You have claws, kitten, I know you do, and I want to see them.”

Your jaw drops, and you glance side to side, looking for someone to share in your shock. Obviously, there is no one else, so you turn back to Phoebe. She’s got a wry grin on her face, one eyebrow raised, and you can feel her eyes burning into you through her sunglasses. Before you can respond, she changes the slide again, pacing to the other side of the screen as the image comes into view.

The next photo is of a 1950s-esque woman in her kitchen with a telephone pressed to her face, her fingers twirled around the chord. The word ‘COMMUNICATION’ in red stamped at the bottom. Phoebe drags the pointer along the word, pursing her lips.

“This is, I think, the most critical part of a relationship. Many fail here,” She points at you, “thanks to me, we will not.”

She smiles, satisfied with herself. You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at her and considering taking her down a notch. You could remind her that you were the one to express your feelings for her first. Or that you were the one to remind her (often) that she needed to tell you how she was feeling, whether it be irritated, hungry, horny, or disagreeable. But you decide to keep your mouth shut, you want to see where this goes more than you want to correct her. 

“I believe we excel in this category, for the most part. You do communicate your feelings with me, and I with you, even if you have to drag them out of me on occasion.” 

You raise your brows and shoot her a challenging expression, which she ignores. She lifts her chin in defiance and continues.

“However, it has come to my attention that you haven’t been completely transparent with me about all of your needs.” 

Your brows drop, furrowing over your eyes in bemusement. Phoebe clicks to the next slide, and you feel your face go red hot. The projector displays a painting, the brush strokes wide and fragmented. A woman’s head is tilted back, you can see only the bottom of her jaw and a hand wrapped around her neck. Her fingers lightly grip the person's wrist, you can see her collarbones protruding, filling the image with emotion. Desire. The word doesn’t need to be on the screen, the painting is screaming it. 

The atmosphere in the room shifts, what was once a lighthearted lecture has now turned into something more primitive. Your eyes flit from the image over to Phoebe. Her gaze is heavy, pointed. You watch as she unbuttons the top of her lab coat, staring at you over the tops of her glasses. You lick your lips and gulp. Your eyes follow her fingers, working at the buttons painfully slowly. When she releases the one above her chest, you can see she only has a red lace bra underneath, and your breath is sucked from your lungs. Your fingers wrap around the sides of the desk, your knuckles white from the pressure to keep yourself grounded. 

She leaves the projector screen and saunters over to the empty lab table at the front of the classroom. She leans back against it, still working on the buttons at the front of her coat. You’re acutely aware that there are only two left. Your nostrils flare as you attempt to maintain your composure. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your breathing coming out with a tremor when the coat is unbuttoned at last, exposing miles of bare skin, covered only by red lace in the places you want naked the most. 

You push your chair back and stand, still gripping the desk. She smirks at you, raising her chin again, exposing her neck. It’s not defiance this time, it’s a dare. One that you are absolutely going to take. You stand up straight, unclenching your grip, curling and uncurling your fingers to get your blood circulating into them again. You glance at the door, then back to Phoebe.

“No one is here,” she purrs, making your eyelids flutter.

You round the desk and advance on her, it only takes three long strides until you’re inches from her. You inhale deeply, calming yourself, the smell of her perfume wrapping its tendrils into your nose and around your jaw. She reaches out and runs her finger up your throat to your chin, tilting it down toward her. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown out as she takes you in.

“I’m not sure what I’ve done to make you think I’m fragile,” she says, her voice low, “but I’m not.”

A raging civil war breaks out inside of you, both halves of yourself tearing at each other, desperate to become triumphant. The devil on your shoulder is seductive, aggressive, and rough. She whispers delightfully deviant things in your mind, and she is much, much louder than the sweet, chivalrous you. That side of you can sit patiently outside the door and wait, exiled, until you satisfy this urge. 

You delicately take the sunglasses from Phoebe’s face and place them on the table next to her. You push the lab coat off of her shoulders, taking immense joy in your new view as it falls around her ankles. You lean down and lift her from the backs of her thighs, dropping her onto the table. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, spreading her knees apart for you to step between. 

You step in, your hand around the side of her neck, and lean down, your lips brushing hers, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” 

Your voice is thick and raspy, and you can feel goosebumps rise on Phoebe’s exposed thigh. She shivers as your hand gently wraps around her throat, and she stretches up to reach your lips. You pull back, and she whines in frustration.

“No,” she says, “I won’t.”

You can’t help yourself but let your lip curve up on one side, oh, this was going to be fun. You’d never had her like this, you always aspired to be loving and gentle, but if she wanted rough, you were more than willing to give it to her. You squeeze your hand a little tighter, and she licks her lips, her hands pressed into the table at her sides. You release her throat, ducking your head under her jaw, and bite into her neck, sucking the skin hard and rolling your tongue over it. She gasps, and her hands roam across your back, one of them running over the back of your head to twist her fingers into your hair.

You snap at her back, undoing the bra and relishing in the sight of the red lace falling into her lap as she shakes it free from her arms. You trail hot open mouthed kisses down her throat, taking your time at her collarbone, and descend to her chest. You flick her nipple with your tongue, taking the other between your fingers and rolling it. She groans and arches into you, her hands back in your hair. You bite gently on her nipple, sucking it between your lips, swirling your tongue around it. You release it with a pop and step back from her, pulling away from her grasping hands. 

She reaches out for you, a pouty frown on her face. You tilt your head, raising an eyebrow. She narrows her eyes, understanding the game now. You smirk and pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor with the lab coat and her bra. Her eyes wander down your body, her lips parted, panting softly. 

“I think it’s time you learned something today,” you growl, and you see the upturn of Phoebe’s lips that she tries to hide. 

She exaggerates a pout, pushing her bottom lip forward while she runs her hands over her body, opening her legs further. You shake your head in spite of yourself. It’s so hard not to give her what she wants immediately, especially when she looks at you like that. She arches forward as you step back into her space, her eyes wide, and bats her eyelashes at you.

“Teach me something then.”

You hook your fingers under the top of her panties and rip them down her legs, pulling her forward on the table with the force of it. With your hands on her knees, you roughly push her legs apart and drop down. It feels a little like she’s won, you’re on your knees to please her, or at least that’s what she thinks. 

You press a kiss to her center, flick your tongue out to taste her. She leans back with her hands on the table, content to enjoy herself, and you smile into her. You drag your tongue through her, circling her clit before you suck it between your lips. You suck again, then release and dip your tongue into her entrance, lapping her up.

“Fuck,” she groans, one of her hands finding its way back into your hair.

You continue your charge, licking and sucking and kissing her until she’s squirming erratically above you, her breathing labored. You know the signs, you’ve done this with her enough to see when she’s going to cum. She tilts her head back to the ceiling, her legs clenching around your head as you grip them, and she’s so close. Only a few seconds away, and you know it’ll be done, she’ll be satisfied and dopey and smiling. 

You pull your head back, the sudden separation breaking her moans of pleasure into an impatient whine.

“Wha-what’re you doing?” She breathes, her eyes wild.

You stand, your hands gripping her hips, “Only good girls get to cum, baby.”

Her jaw drops in disbelief, and it seems impossible, but you swear you can see actual fire behind her eyes. The effect you wanted working out perfectly. You pull her off the table, dropping her to her feet, and kiss her. She kisses you back frantically in spite of her irritation, sighing into your mouth. You pull back again, and she’s about to fight you until you’re turning her around to face away from you. You pull her back to your chest, wrap your fingers around her throat. 

“Are you going to be good for me?” You ask her again, your lips brushing the back of her ear.

Her entire body stiffens. She leans her head back on your chest, eyes closed, “I might consider it.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, you’re pushing her over the table, your hand pressing between her shoulder blades. You lean over her body, whispering in her ear, “Your funeral.”

You trail kisses down her spine, and she shivers, pushing herself back into you. You stand up and run one hand up the inside of her thigh, running your fingers through the wet trail left there. She pushes back into you again, and you pull your wet fingers from between her legs and smack her ass, eliciting a hearty groan from her.

“Hold still,” you growl. 

You return your fingers to find her legs wetter than they were before and smile to yourself. You slide them up her thigh until you’re at the source, soaking wet and eager for you. You push two fingers into her, using your body weight to lean into your wrist, pushing them further. You pull out and push back in hard, your hips moving with your arm. She cries out, moving one of her arms to rest her face on, the other coming back to rest at your waist. Any inclination of being gentle with her is gone from you, your free hand flat on her back, pressing her into the table as you plow into her. Her breathy sighs shift into involuntary moans, ripping out of her chest. Your pace is steady, working her through, panting in exertion. 

She tightens around your fingers, gripping you as she gets close again. You slow your rhythm, slide your hand up her back to grab a fistful of her hair, and lean over her body. You kiss the back of her neck, your fingers tight in her hair. She rocks back into you, trying to pick your pace up, and you stop completely, making her whine. 

“What did I say, baby?” 

She whimpers, “I’ll be good,” she relents, “I’ll be good.”

You let a satisfied breath of laughter through your nose, press a kiss to the side of her neck. “Good girl.”

You release her hair and stand back up, setting a punishing pace on her. It doesn’t take long until she’s shouting out a string of slurs, your name mixed in with them. Her slick runs around your fingers and down your forearm as she orgasms, finally. She drops to the table, gasping. You pull out and gently flip her over, pulling her up to wrap her arms around your neck. She drops her head onto your shoulder, but you reach around and pull her to the edge, your fingers pushing into her again. 

She lifts her head, her eyes fluttering, and kisses you feverishly. She whimpers into your mouth as your thumb circles her clit with every stroke of your arm, quickly dragging her back to the precipice. You curl your fingers, pressing into her with every caress. She leans back, her hands grasping at your ribs, her nails dragging light marks into your skin as she cums again. You lean forward, not stopping your assault on her, kissing her neck, nipping her skin. She’s incoherent, unable to string together words that make sense. It’s all she can do to hang on to your body as you bring her to the brink again. 

You grab her jaw with your free hand, kiss her roughly. You bite her lip, and her eyes roll back, her body spring loaded. You can feel another orgasm fast approaching her, so you tilt her head down, forcing her to look at you.

“Look at me,” you tell her, your tone less aggressive now, “I want to see your eyes when you cum for me.”

As if your words were all it took, her body trembles, and her mouth falls open. She fights valiantly to keep her eyes open, closing them for a second and opening them again as her breathing shortens. The sound that leaves her throat as she orgasms for the third time nearly takes you to your knees. It was primal, animalistic pleasure. It takes everything in you to stay on your feet as you work her through it, bringing her back down to earth from the astral plane you’d sent her to. She clings to you, drops her head into your shoulder again, her legs wrapping around your waist. 

You pull your hand from between her legs and rest it on her thigh, your other hand petting her hair, “That was so good, you’ve done so well. Good girl.” 

She sighs into your neck, her arms draped loosely over you. You turn your head to kiss her cheek, smiling into her skin. She lifts her head, an intoxicated smile playing across her features. She kisses your lips, leaning all her weight into you. When she leans back, a bit of her spark has returned, cutting through the dopamine high she’s still riding.

She pats you on the cheek, reaches behind her for the slideshow clicker, and presses the button. You turn your attention to the board, curious about what else she has to say. When you see the picture, you roll your eyes and grin in disbelief. Hook, line, and sinker, she’s got you right where she wants you.

The photo is nothing but an ocean with text over it. The text says, ‘GOOD GIRLS FUCK THEIR GIRLFRIENDS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR LESSONS, WELL DONE!”

#phoebe atwell #phoebe atwell x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell #lorraine day #tara carpenter

[lesbianpepsi]

GOOSE'S MASTERLIST

A/N: a collection of all the things I've ever written

Requests: OPEN :-)

Fluff- 🎸

Angst- 🧣

Personal Favourites- 💋

REQUESTING

i DON'T write smut so please don't request it

i can write for platonic and romantic

please don't send hate if i haven't uploaded the requested fic yet

_____________________________________

Wednesday Addams 🖤

'Cause I like to love, to love, to love, to love you (🎸💋)

but you fit me better than my favourite sweater (🎸)

More coming soon...

Tara Carpenter 🔪👻

'Cause I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl (🎸)

part II

tainted eyes

More coming soon...

Vada Cavell🥤🍁

is this love? (🎸💋)

More coming soon...

Lorraine Day 📽️🌾

Coming soon...

Phoebe Atwell 🩷🕶️

Coming soon...

Jenna Ortega 🎬⭐️

sweet as cinnamon series

- sweet like cinnamon (🎸)

- sweet as cherries | part ii (🎸)

- sweet as honey | part iii (🧣🎸)

my love, my life (🧣🎸)

Sam Carpenter 🚬📞

I adore you, can't you see we're meant for me? (🎸)

Blessed with Beauty and rage (🎸🧣)

love not at first sight (🎸)

tainted eyes (platonic)

Fuck it I love you (🎸🧣💋)

- Fuck it I love you part II

would it be a sin if i stayed? (🎸🧣)

More coming soon...

Headcanons

Protective Sam Carpenter

Amber Freeman ♠️

Sleepy cuddly Amber drabble (🎸)

Sweet Revenge in the Garage (🎸)

Ultraviolence (🧣💋)

Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head (🎸💋)

Meant To Be Yours (🧣)

More coming soon...

#wednesday addams x femreader #wednesday addams x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #lorraine day x reader #lorraine day x fem reader #phoebe atwell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #masterlist #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #enid sinclair x reader #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x fem reader

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Master List

Wednesday Series

Wednesday X Reader

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

Killer in NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Intro Never Split Up Girlfriend? Suspicious Secret Secrets Secrets Secrets Part II Secrets Secrets Part III Finale

She Don't Wanna Marry Me Lorraine Day X Reader

She Don’t Wanna Marry Me She Don’t Wanna Marry Me 2 She Don’t Wanna Marry Me 3 She Don’t wanna Marry Me 4 She Don't Wanna Marry Me 5 She Don't Wanna Marry Me 6

Requests/One Shots

Innocent (Tara Carpenter X Fem!Reader)-SPOILERS The Sinclair Sister (Blind Fem!Reader X Wednesday Addams) The Sinclair Sister Part 2 (Blind Fem! Reader X Wednesday Addams) Mastermind (Ghostface Reader X Tara Carpenter)-SPOILERS Mastermind Part 2 (Tara Carpenter X Reader)-SPOILERS Frozen (Gn!Reader X Wednesday Addams) Headache (Telepathic Reader X Wednesday Addams) Mine (Camila Montes X Reader) Cat Got Your Tongue (Wednesday X Reader) Might As Well (Wednesday X Reader) Just Say Yes (Amber Freeman X Tara Carpenter X Reader)

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wlw post #scream #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday imagine #wednesday x reader #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x tara carpenter #wednesday addams x reader #scream vi #scream v #phoebe atwell x reader #phoebe atwell #lorraine day imagine #lorraine x reader #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega imagines #tara carpenter imagine

[superduper-writer]

Hey, I saw that you did headcanons!

I'm not sure if this counts as a headcanon ask, but how do you think each of JO's characters would ask you out?

MY FIRST ASK OH MY GOD-

Wednesday:

It's a WHOLE process with her. She takes a very technical approach. She'd first deny that she even feels anything for you until she's mentally ready to accept it. Then once she does accept it, she'll go about it in a really straightforward way. She'll just tell you. If she's close enough with you to even gain feelings for you, she's close enough to you to ask you out. She might get you a little something corny like a rose because she knows that's the kind of thing people like. But I don't think she'd really go all out until after she knows you feel the same. Like the first date.

Camila:

The second you MEET this girl you're in the talking stage. She's making moves before she even gets your NAME. Y'all are basically dating by like the third week of knowing each other, but she'll probably just go, "Oh yeah, we're talking." It's a lot of fucking around with her tbh. But not in a toxic way or anything. She'll probably ask you to be her girlfriend for real just randomly. Casually.

"So you're my girlfriend or no?"

Phoebe:

It's a spur of the moment thing but super planned out at the same time. Like she's got a little picnic or a little movie date that she has a whole plan for to ask you out but when she actually does, it's not at all the way she planned.

Vada:

Either a spur of the moment thing like Phoebe or METICULOUSLY planned out. I can see her making you really bad paper flowers and buying you snacks (cause that's real romantic), but I can also see her getting high as hell and thinking it'd be as good a time as ever to do it. Either way, she's giggling like a little kid and cutting herself off to say something else while she asks you out.

Tara:

I feel like she's got so much emotional baggage and trust issues that even when she knows she's feeling something for you she's not gonna do anything. She'll wait. I js can't see her being 100% about letting you in and being vulnerable with you right away, no matter how much she likes you. When she does ask you out, it's a little nervously with a lot of second thoughts on her part, but she does it. It's sweet, probably a late night confession somewhere private.

Lorraine:

She's upfront. But a little shy and apprehensive at the same time. The ONLY reason I say this is because it's '79 in Texas and so many people are homophobic and I think she wouldn't be saying anything in the first place if she didn't think you were interested. Like 100%. So if she is asking you out it's because she KNOWS you like her. Knowing this I think would give her a little confidence, hence the straightforwardness. So that also means you'd probably have to make it painfully obvious for her to ask you out, though.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #camila montes x reader #phoebe atwell x reader #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #lorraine day x reader #i still still love hashtags

[slvt4lanadelrey]

Rebellion | Part Two | Phoebe Atwell

Warnings: this was supposed to be in part one, but I must have been high whilst publishing 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️, all the warnings on the previous one applies here.

Part One | Rebellion

Your thumb nail was between your teeth, sitting at the principal's office next to Phoebe. It had been a whole year since meeting her and she'd already turned your whole world around.

"That was honestly so fucking funny." Phoebe laughed, elbowing your side to gain your attention. You were so consumed by the thought that your mom would be mad that you couldn't hear a thing Phoebe was saying.

"God, I thought you were going to be some nerd, or something when we first met, instead you're my little project." Phoebe quipped, smirking up at you. Still, you remained silent, only daring to share a hum in return.

"Dude, everyone thought I was pregnant and that you had a dick." Your eyes landed on Phoebe, watching as she bursted with laughter. It must have rippled through her stomach, gasping out of her throat at the sheer loudness of it.

"I don't, and never did have a dick." You grumbled out, crossing your arms as you began to sulk.

"Wait. I'm confused. When I met you, granted it was for like a split second and you immediately started to stare at my boob-" Phoebe giggled, your head dropped and you sank more into your chair. It was bad enough you were in trouble, but now she was taunting you?

"I wasn't looking at your chest, I was looking at your shirt. It's been a year!" You pleaded with her knowing she'd just laughed in your face at any excuse you'd give.

"Right, and we're not totally flirting with each other." Phoebe laughed so matter of factly, not daring to back down from your challenging eyes.

"I'm not like this, I don't know why I stood up in class. I don't know why I graffitied the school walls." You mumbled through gritted teeth, staring idly at your shoes. You kicked them out a little, sinking further into the metaphoric ship you set for yourself. The ship was your future, the iceberg was Phoebe.

"Oh come on, we've known each other for a year. You can't just change your whole personality in that time period. I think you're tired of the loner nerdy girl, you wanna be a bad bitch." You cringed, rolling your eyes at the ecstatic laced tone Phoebe used.

"Absolutely not." You were dead set against turning this way, how did the teacher put it? Deviant ways behind you and turn back to your studies, that's what you wanted to do.

Phoebe was like a shot of caffeine, not labelled as a warning to be addictive but it was.

You found yourself falling harder each day, and she was there to soften your landing. But she was your friend, and sadly that was all you saw her as. You fell for her mean ways, chaotic behaviour that dragged you into a dark whole; a dark paradise, something you never wanted to wake up from.

"No seriously, Y/N, I think this change is good for you." You ignored her, muting the sound of her voice all together. What did she know? She was just some random girl you so happened to have an inside joke with, that doesn't mean she could take over your whole life.

"Miss Y/L/N, come with me." The principle started to use her more stern and solid tone with you, something that knocked the wind out of your system.

"Sit." Were you some dog? You slid into the seat she guided you in, sitting with your legs crossed.

She huffed when she pulled out your record, naming out each thing you've done since Phoebe had came to the school.

"I appreciate the fact you have trouble finding friends, but Phoebe isn't the type of crowd you were meant to get along with." You may be slightly mad at Phoebe in the time, but you weren't going to let someone degrade her character just because she had a hard life.

"You and Phoebe aren't meant to be friends. Y/N, you're an A star student, on the roll to being an honour student, your family—" your nose flared, hands gripping at the leather when she mentioned your family. You had two amazing parents, your mom was present and loving but Phoebe was in the Foster system and you weren't about to let some old women drag Phoebe even further down.

"Ma'am, I appreciate you have a job to do and one of the roles you have to play is keeping students in line. But don't think for a second I won't use my name, something you so clearly stated has a hold in society, to ruin you. Phoebe is an amazing person, who can name every film director there has been since the early 40's, she may not have the same life as me. God knows she won't be granted the same opportunities due to an unfair system, but I won't sit here and listen to you rant about how I shouldn't 'misbehave' because I have a family." Your backpack rolled onto your shoulder, you stormed out of the room and grabbed Phoebe on your way.

"Pretty sure I just got us expelled, who cares though." She smiled brightly at you, allowing your fingers to penetrate through her leather jacket and drag her down the halls. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Melanie, causing you to stutter with your footage.

"Hey!" Melanie called out, following after you in the parking lot. Phoebe shrugged, opening your car door and slid in.

"Hey, Mel." You smiled up at her, rocking on your heels.

"Did you just get kicked out of school? Like for real, all because of Phoebe?" Mel asked, reaching out to rub down your shoulder. You shuddered at the touch, blushing when she smiled down at you.

"Probably, but don't worry, I'll still give you a ride to school." You promised. At first, you fell for Phoebe, so ghastly. She was there, she smiled and said she'd kick your ass if you ever called her out on blushing. But you didn't like the way ever guy had a story with her, that Cole would tell everyone they fucked in his families boat house. So you gave up, parting ways with the romantic string and found yourself tied up with Melanie Cyrus.

She was pretty, smart, kind and actually showed interest in you. Phoebe once again acted like she didn't care, simply replied with "K." When you'd blow her off to spend time with Melanie instead of her.

"I don't care about that right now, I care if you'll be able to come to my party this afternoon?" Mel asked, teasing you with licking her lips; your eyes darting between her lips and eyes. You gulped, Phoebe pressed down on the horn, causing your body to jump.

"Shit, Phoebe! Uh, Mel, I may be grounded but I'll message you, yeah?" You didn't wait for an answer, already slipping into the seat and starting your car.

"You just fumbled so hard, loser. Phoebe kicked her foot onto the dashboard, chewing excessively on her gum. You slapped her feet down, rolling your window down.

"You literally suck dick, I don't think me getting scared by a loud noise Is a problem if you check the spectrum." The girl beside you scoffed, gagging at the thought of her earlier actions.

"The rumours will be the death of me." She mumbled, pressing hard into your chair. You nodded, not bothering to answer until your words slipped through your mouth; laced with sarcasm and venom.

"Rumours? Yeah." Phoebe whipped her head back, almost catching whiplash at the shock of hearing your words. Her eyes flooded with emotions you hadn't seen often; your only remembrance of the sadness of emotions was when she confessed about her parents.

"I didn't do that shit, Y/N. You of all people should know that I'm not like that, fuck!" She punched the head rest, anger seething through her at the fact her own bestfriend believed the lies of the sad virgin boys made up to get a slap on the back from their "boys''

"It doesn't matter if you did. You don't owe anyone anything, you can slut around if you want, you can stay a virgin if you want." The car died, phoebe was still exhaling deeply and glaring at you whenever you'd make a move to talk.

"We're not going to that party, we're going to have fun tonight." Phoebe stopped, one foot pressed to the concrete floor and the next still in your car.

"We're going to smoke weed." She declared, finally getting out of your car and ran towards her house, not spearing you a second glance.

"Weed?" She mumbled, hands ruffling through the bag you brought from home. You flung the small pouch, assuring it lands softly in the girl's hand.

"Check."

"Vodka?" She pulled out the bottle, passing it to you in a more graceful manner. You cupped the bottle, unscrewing the lid and gulping it down.

"I could be having passionate love making right now, instead I'm here with you—" Phoebe gagged, rolling the blunt in her hands.

"No. Don't call it love making, it's either sex or fucking. Plus, I'm your favourite person, who else would you rather spend your days with?" You couldn't argue, she was being honest and stating a factor that played on both of your minds.

Normally, a favourite person would be reserved for a girlfriend or a boyfriend. So why was Phoebe yours and why were you hers?

It didn't make sense, it also didn't matter.

"Okay, so." Phoebe began ranting about a new film she made, debating with herself on the pros and cons of the movie. She went back and forth, arguing with a blank space.

"That settles it!" She slammed her hand on the floor, the other hand hoisting up the blunt that was stuffed with weed.

"It's a must watch. Y/N, free tomorrow, were watching a movie!" She huffed on the paper, taking in the silky smoke that spread through her lungs. She effortlessly smoked it, handing it to you when her eyes rimmed red.

Her cheeks were inflamed, holding a red pigment when she exhaled the last bit of smoke. She sighed whilst handing it over, almost like it pained her to do.

Your lips wrapped around the blunt, taking a drag from the cigarette before blowing out the smoke.

"Why Mel?" Phoebe picked at her boots, the leather peeling under her touch. You rolled your tongue over your teeth, debating on whether to admit the blinding truth; could you lie whilst under the influence of weed?

"Cole."

Phoebe stared blankly, eyes squinting when nothing came to mind.

"Cole? I thought you were gay, they dated for like a week In the eighth grade." Phoebe mumbled through inebriated words, slurring out the confusion.

You let out a heavy breath of air, swallowing hard, pressing further into the wooden floor of Phoebe's back garden shed.

"I am gay, Phoebe." She nodded, pushing you to talk more.

"Cole's always going on about what you did for him, well, to him. I got so jealous, I guess, that I stopped liking you." Her fingers pulled at her leather skirt, dragging it further down. She looked ashamed, one for never addressing the rumours and two for never for admitting the truth to you.

"You liked me back?"

It sounded like a joke, a breathy laugh accompanied with the comment. Her eyes were red, bloodshot and coated in soft tears. She looked so sad at the realisation, everything dropping down on her all at once.

"Liked? Fuck, you were all I knew at one point." You weren't holding anything back, stating everything that had been occupying your mind for months.

She didn't say anything, sitting; stewing in the silence of your confession.

"Why'd you stop?" She wanted to be bold, but you weren't interested in boosting her ego at the moment.

"Because it was killing me, being in love with someone who wouldn't give you the time of day like you wanted. I would have dropped everything, I would have done anything for you at a point. Now I'm just confused." It didn't feel freeing, it felt like more chains were being wrapped around your body; no one could have warned you of the feeling that would consume your body. You shattered, dropping into nothing. Phoebe was staring with sad eyes, guilt hollowing away at her soul.

You stood up abruptly, causing things to fall over. You struggled to get up, stumbling to your feet with the blunt still in your hand. You took one more puff, handing it back to the owner.

"I'm going to go. I am actually grounded, I'll see you around, Phoebe." You felt silly, it wasn't like a film where she either slapped you in your face and spat out that she'd never love you back, nor did she confess her undying love for you either. Lost, lost like a leaf floating through the thick wind, like a balloon full of helium that had been dropped from a child's hand; floating aimlessly through space.

You weren't ready to address the truth, you were stuck between two girls. One- Phoebe, who was giving you nothing, occasionally dropping a flirty comment here and there. But you were so sure she was your first love, that you'd be able to change her. Then you had Mel, the sweet girl next door who had messaged you when your goldfish died.

Stuck like glue to a clumsy person's art project, stuck like butter to bread. Forever frozen in time, one part of you was paused at the moment you met Phoebe. When she picked up your glasses and pushed them back onto your face whilst brushing your hair back.

The other part was paused on last week, sleeping sound against Mel because you passed out whilst watching TV with her.

Good or bad some may say. But Phoebe wasn't bad, but she wasn't good; at least not for you.

Mel<3: (9:36pm) shame you couldn't come, the parties a drag without you :(

Mel <3: (9:36pm) shit, if you're grounded you won't get this.

Mel <3: I miss you ;)

You were a mess, a giant pit of abandonment; a fear festered within you, who would you pick?

But was their a choice in the first place.

#phoebe atwell #phoebe atwell x you #phoebe atwell x fem #phoebe atwell x fem!reader #phoebe atwell x reader #jenna ortega #jennaortega #tara carpenter #lgbt #lorraine day #vada cavell #wlw #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x fem #jenna ortega x fem!reader

[itskattkm]

Hello everyone 😊

Since I’m writing some stuff offline but don’t feel ready to post it I though I could try to write for request. So go ahead 👀

I’m curious to write some short stuff for you ✌🏻

Currently only writing for JO characters ✌🏻

#fanfiction #celebrity #jenna ortega #ghostface #wednesday #actress #hollywood #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #wednsday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #lorraine day #phoebe atwell x reader #Cairo #Cairo Sweet #vada cavell #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x you #vada cavell x y/n

[carolcunha7]

I just watched The Babysitter: Killer Queen and I'm in need of some Phoebe Atwell x Reader content. Anyone have some suggestions?

#jenna ortega #phoebe atwell x reader #phoebe atwell #jenna ortega x reader #fanfic

[crazyoffher]

IMPULSE ADRIFT.

warnings: none.

-

Sometimes you wondered what was wrong with you, and on the downlow, Jenna did too. Although she never minded your physicality. In fact, the more you did it, the more she yearned for it whenever you were near.

You had an addiction, to say the least. Not to drugs, alcohol, or even sex, but to the skin and bones that belonged to none other than your girlfriend. More specifically, her hands.

Left the apartment? Your hand was linked with Jenna’s.

Out to eat with friends? Hands were still linked together, settled beneath the table and out of sight.

Lazy day, maybe watching television together or lying in bed? Nothing changes.

Even at the end of the night, when the two of you are cuddled up in bed, awaiting sleep to take you both, your back is to her front and her arms are wrapped around you. That was the same position the two of you found yourselves in every night you were together, because neither of you liked unnecessary change.

Jenna preferred holding you before quickly falling asleep, and you preferred being held by the one you loved most while trying your hardest to stay awake in her warm embrace. It was because, unbeknownst to her, you would wait until she was asleep to engage in a small act of love.

When you would hear the faint snores that she would produce once in dreamland, you would move her hand that sat on your waist to hold them. You’d press light kisses to each finger as a symbol of your love for her, even if she wasn’t conscious.

You were always the first to awaken, and a burst of energy would radiate within you. A form of energy that only existed when Jenna was around. If she was off filming in a different country, you’d just sulk in bed for over an hour after waking up, counting the days until she returned to you before ultimately getting up in a mood.

A part of the energy you’d feel every morning consisted of wiggling your way out of your girlfriend’s grip and pressing a light kiss to her forehead before making her favorite breakfast, turning into housewife mode, and serving it to her in bed. You would not even have to wake her up; she could smell the hints of her favorite breakfast dish, accompanied by small cups of water and orange juice, from the closed bedroom door and all the way down the hallway. 

She deserved more than you could ever give her, but you tried your best, and she loved that aspect of you.

“Good morning, my love,” is what you would say each morning when you walked into the room, food in hand, and watched Jenna rub her eyes. You’d set the food down on the nightstand next to her and crawl up to peck her forehead in the same spot you had when first awakening, followed by a kiss on the lips that Jenna would sleepily reciprocate.

She adored every routine the two of you had unintentionally set in place. It made her feel like your relationship was calm and organized, and it gave her a sense of relief she had once desperately searched for.

The periods the two of you had together were short, as movie role upon movie role stacked their way into Jenna’s calendar, but you made her forget about the upcoming stress she’d feel. You were there with her in the moment, and you were the only thing keeping her from breaking down due to the negativity of social media and her perfectionism, which was her mortal enemy at times.

You’d shamelessly cry whenever you said goodbye to her at the airport, because why feel shame over bidding farewell to the one you loved most for what felt like the thousandth time? Because of her continuous schedule, you’d sometimes not see her for months upon months, once going a whole year without seeing her because she had filmed two movies back-to-back. You’d always force yourself to remember the last action you’d give her—a kiss to the palm of her hand—and it gave you a sense of security knowing, despite the distance, you were still hers at the end of the day.

And just like you always did, you’d catch Jenna in your arms when she’d return from filming, feeling a growing wet patch imbed into your shoulder from her tears. You’d hold her tight at that moment, and you’d press a kiss to her palm once the two of you calmed down, in the same exact spot you had kissed her when she left you.

When you were together, you couldn’t go a day without kissing her, and you’d die if you went a whole day without even a brush of your fingers. Holding each other, whether hands or bodies, was a key part of your relationship, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

☟ ☟ ☟

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#crazyoffher #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams #celebrity x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wattpad #jenna marie ortega #vada cavell #phoebe atwell #lorraine day #lesbian

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you do a Phoebe Atwell (The Babysitter: Killer Queen) x Male Reader where the reader is a vampire and he shows his true face by killing Sonya and Max? Thank you for making my day better

Y/N slices through Sonya and Max with his wings and sucks out their blood…

Y/N: are you okay?

Phoebe: yeah. So you’re a-a vampire?

Y/N: I only feed on bad people

Phoebe: that’s so hot

Y/N: your pulse is pounding harder

Phoebe: it’s just nerves. It’s not like your incredibly hot or anything

#jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna Ortega #jenna ortega imagines #jenna ortega x reader #vampire reader #horror comedy #Phoebe atwell #netflix

[bobbin-buckley]

Jenna Ortega:

-Fem!Reader Only

-Wlw

-Smut

-Fluff

-Angst

-G!P (only if requested)

Keys: ❤️Fluff, 🖤Angst, ❤️‍🩹Fluff&Angst, ❤️‍🔥smut,

Jenna Ortega:

JO Headcanons 1 ❤️❤️‍🔥

A Better Woman ❤️

Incorrect Quotes:

SPOTTED

Tara Carpenter:

TC Headcanons 1 ❤️❤️‍🔥

That Girl Is Mine ❤️

In The End You Were My First Love ❤️‍🩹

Vada Cavell:

VC Headcanons 1 ❤️❤️‍🔥

Wednesday Addams:

WA Headcanons 1 ❤️❤️‍🔥

Incorrect Quotes:

Little Guy

Katie Torres:

None Yet!!!

Camila Montes:

None Yet!!!

Phoebe Atwell:

None Yet!!!

Mabel:

None Yet!!!

Cairo Sweet:

Imagines:

Like Rain Meets Oil ❤️‍🩹

She’s So Lonely In Her Mansion ❤️❤️‍🔥

Broken Glass 🖤

Incorrect Quotes:

Beetle

Lorraine Day:

None Yet!!!

#jenna ortega #tara carpenter #katie torres #mabel finestkind #vada cavell #cairo sweet #Camila Montes #Phoebe Atwell #wednsday addams #Lorraine Day #jenna ortega x fem!reader

[deep-fried-egg]

Jenna Ortega characters and what they do when you are in the shower with them 😘

Vada:

You already KNOW what she does. She begs and begs for you to just touch her until you do.

Tara:

6/10 it’s just a normal shower to save water. + after the attacks her hand didn’t quite work right so she needed a little help with washing herself.

Wednesday:

You are NOT showering with her

Camila:

Well… when you were locked up with her she had to shower with you anyway. You weren’t allowed to do anything since there were other people… sad.

Cairo:

She just wants to save water. Barely anything ever happens when you shower together, unless there’s a bigger reason.

Lorraine:

Maybe some kisses here and there… maybe a little touching. Nothing much.

Phoebe:

Are you serious? You’re ABSOLUTELY fucking in there.

#eggsub thoughts #ask #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #lorraine day x reader #wednesday addams x reader #camila montes x reader #phoebe atwell x reader #cairo sweet x reader

[somekindofpoet]

FilthX

Summary: X AU where Pearl isn't a homicidal maniac and R is the star everyone wants, including Lorraine

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! Language, smut, strap-on sex

A/N: I think I've combined a least three asks/requests into this little guy, so its for all of you who asked for Lorraine. The pacing is absolutely out of control and self serving, and that just is what it is

This was art. Primal and undomesticated, animalistic artistry. People turned their noses up at it in public, but in private, everyone knows just how fast their own pants can come unzipped.  Everyone watches porn or has at some point in their lives, and anyone who says they haven’t, well, they’re just outright lying to you. 

It’s not like it was your dream to get naked and fuck on camera, but it paid the bills. And it was fun, that much was true. You were 21 when Wayne, Bobby, and Maxine found you, working as a wrangler for rodeos on the west side of Texas. They took one look at you, with your broad shoulders and tapered waist, and knew you’d be an instant success. They propositioned you, promising you wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to and that Bobby would rock your world. You went with them that night and never went back to the rodeo. 

Now, Wayne has this great idea to film at some guesthouse in the country, and he’s hired a pretentious film student called RJ to record what he’s promising will be a universal success. A tasteful, dramatically shot film of the picturesque countryside and cunts. But the thing that’s really caught your attention is who tags along beside RJ. You can’t tell if she’s his girlfriend or not, but you don’t really care because the girl is absolutely stunning. 

When she climbs into the van behind RJ, you don’t even hide the fact that you can’t stop staring. She tucks herself into the corner, quiet and shy, her eyes wide behind the dark curtain of hair falling around her face. You can feel Bobby watching you, a knowing smirk on her face. Jackson slaps your knee, grinning ear to ear. 

“Don’t you go barkin' up the wrong tree now y/n, some girls are too good for you.” He says, making Bobby giggle.

“Oh, I don’t know, Jackson, I think she could convince just about any girl to set aside her halo,” Bobby says, eyeing the girl behind RJ. 

RJ frowns over his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose with his knuckle, and glances back at the girl. “Lorraine here volunteered to help me with the film, that’s all.” 

Maxine turns around in the front seat, eyeing Lorraine, “Oh, I’m sure she did. Tell us, mouse, you ever done somethin like this before?”

Lorraine’s lips turn down in apparent distaste, and she shakes her head no. Maxine’s eyes light up, and a condescending smirk stretches across her lips. You brace yourself, knowing she’s going to eat this poor girl alive.

“You don’t like pornography, mouse? You tellin' me you ain’t never seen two beautiful bodies, ruttin together and just felt all hot and bothered? Enough to slip those pretty little fingers in-“

“Enough Maxine,” you interrupt, noticing pink creeping up Lorraine’s neck, turning the tips of her ears red.

Maxine gives you an exasperated look and sighs, “You know mouse, if you are gonna give it a spin, y/n is the ride of a lifetime.”

You roll your eyes, and Jackson playfully slaps the side of Maxine’s chair, “Maxine, you told me I was the ride of a lifetime just yesterday!” He exclaims, sticking his bottom lip out in staged hurt.

You bark out a laugh and kick him, “No way Jackson, you slept with my girl?”

“Your girl?” He cries, “These ladies are all mine!”

“Please, both of you belong to us, if anything.” Bobby retorts, smacking on her bubblegum and twirling her blonde hair between her fingers.

The three of them continue to bicker, but you carefully remove yourself from the conversation to shoot Lorraine a soft smile. She gives you the smallest of nods and looks down at the equipment in her hands. RJ narrows his eyes at you but quickly averts them when you smile at him, flexing your arm discreetly. 

The van turns down a long dirt road, marking your arrival to the promised countryside. Wayne parks aside the farmhouse, and you all clamber out, gathering your luggage and helping with the film equipment. Wayne sorts out your arrangements with the old man sitting on the porch, and you all make your way to the small guest house. On the walk over, you can hear RJ nagging Lorraine about carrying her weight and wince when you hear him call her a prude. You consider standing up for her but decide against it, you hardly even know them, and you don’t want to stick your nose in someone else’s shit. 

Bobby, on the other hand, is more than happy to stick her nose in. She hooks her arm through RJs, her hands unsurprisingly empty of any luggage or equipment. She strokes his arm and giggles at him, wrapping him around her finger. She pulls him ahead of the group, batting her eyelashes and picking at his shirt, leaving you and Lorraine to bring up the rear. You smile down at her, and she glances up at you, quickly looking down at her feet.

“Don’t listen to Maxine,” you tell her, dragging your feet to slow your pace down to hers, “she gets territorial.”

Lorraine readjusts her grip on the box she’s carrying and shrugs, “It’s okay. And I never said I thought what y’all are doin is wrong.”

You tilt your head at her, “Your face kinda said it for ya, gorgeous.” 

The box in her arms slips, and she stumbles, trying not to drop it. She’s blushing again, you see it creeping up her neck when she tosses her hair to the side over her shoulder. 

“It’s not that,” she clarifies, “she called me mouse.”

“Ah,” you say, your eyebrows raising in realization, “yeah, I guess that wasn’t the nicest nickname to slap on ya, was it? Hey, you need help with that?” 

You stop and tuck the two suitcases in your hands under your arm, offering your empty hand out to help her. She fumbles with the box again, trying to get a better grip, and gives up, nodding her head. You scoop it from her hands easily, wrapping one arm around it and continuing to walk. She falters for a moment, watching you carry everything. 

She jogs a few steps to catch up, and looks up at you, “You been with them long?”

“Few years, why?”

“You seem…different. From them.” 

You snort, “What, like, not depraved?”

She shrugs, her arms swinging out wide as she tries to keep pace with you, “Yeah, I guess. Quieter.”

“Oh don’t you worry, I can be as debauched as the rest of them. I usually just save that for when there’s far less clothing.” You wink at her with a grin, making her blush again.

“So what they were sayin…” she hesitates, “about you…”

You stay silent, quietly choosing to force her into speaking the question you already know she’s asking. Forcing her out of her comfort zone. 

She chews at the inside of her lip, “Do you film with Jackson at all?” She asks, beating around what she really wants to ask.

You chuckle, “Oh no, honey, he couldn’t handle me on his best day. Besides, Bobby and Maxine are much prettier’n he is.”

“So…how-“ she cuts herself off, her brow furrowed.

You stop in front of the door, turning to face her, “I have my ways. Why? You curious, Lorraine?” You drawl her name out, pressing your tongue hard against your teeth, your eyebrow raised. 

She takes a sharp breath in, her mouth opening and closing as she sorts through her justification for asking. She’s saved by Wayne, who throws the screen door open from the inside.

“Y/n, let’s go! I wanna get this first scene done before the sun sets.”

You nod at him and turn back to Lorraine, winking at her again, “Duty calls.”

——

The bedroom is set up with a camera sitting on a tripod at the foot of the bed. RJ is standing behind it, tapping his foot nervously. Lorraine hovers in the corner, the boom mic resting on her shoulder. The scene Wayne wants to film is between you and Bobby, with heavy involvement from a particularly large dildo strapped to your waist. The scene plays out, you know the acting is horrific, but that’s not the point of the movie. 

The point is quickly made when your pants are dropped around your ankles and the dildo springs out. You go through the motions, stripping Bobby down and railing her, stopping when you’re told so they can change the camera angle, and then starting back up on Wayne’s command. Bobby is more enthusiastic than usual, and not for any lack of effort on your part. But you think it has something to do with proving Maxine’s point to Lorraine, who is trying her very best not to tremble under the boom. 

You catch yourself glancing over at her, listening to Bobby moan, and you begin to really put on a show. She’s bent over the bed, one of your hands on her waist and the other pressing between her shoulder blades. 

“CUT CUT CUT!” Wayne’s voice brings you to a screeching halt making Bobby whine into the mattress. 

You look over your shoulder at him, releasing her hips, “What the fuck man, she’s almost there!” 

“Yeah what’s the deal Wayne, y/n is giving the fucking performance of a lifetime,” Bobby says, breathless.

“You keep looking away from her, it’s taking away from the scene,” RJ grumbles.

Maxine laughs from the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest “I think the church mouse has her distracted.”

Wayne looks at you and runs his hand over his chin, “You gonna focus any time soon y/n, or do we need to switch you out with Jackson?”

“No fuckin way!” You reply, gripping Bobby’s hips again, “Roll your god damned camera and let me finish my job.”

Wayne rests his hands on his hip, nodding, “That’s what I thought. Now let’s wrap this up. Bobby, you know what to do.”

———

The group has settled into the living room, clothes returned, and cameras off. You finished the scene without another glance in Lorraine’s direction, and Bobby did her job in the way only she could. You knew the scene was going to be amazing, and you were feeling proud of yourself. Cheap whiskey is poured into small paper cups, and everyone is in good spirits. 

The conversation gradually turns to the morals of making pornography and the lesson you’ve all learned about taking your youth for granted. The talk seems to spark something in Lorraine, she takes a sip of her whiskey and leans forward, eyes bright.

“I want to do a scene in the movie.”

The room goes quiet, all eyes are turned to her. You fight every urge in you not to smile like a schoolboy who’d found a puppy on his doorstep. Bobby grins at you, and Maxine pushes your leg with her foot from the end of the couch. A shadow passes over RJs face, his feelings clear on the matter.

“You can’t be in the movie Lorraine.”

“Why not?” She asks, cocking her head in challenge.

Maxine pipes up, “Yeah, RJ, why not?”

“She just can’t.” He says, gritting his teeth.

Bobby frowns, “You told me she ain’t your girlfriend no more, RJ. And even if she was, you don’t get to tell her what to do.”

RJ’s jaw drops open, unable to form words. Lorraine looks smug and flashes a grateful smile at Bobby. You’re full-on smiling now, giddy at the thought of seeing this play out.

Wayne lightly slaps Maxine’s leg with a smile, “You wanna take Jackson for a ride then, church mouse?”

Jackson laughs, “Oh no sir, she don’t want me.”

You wink at Jackson, thankful for his deflection. Wayne nods solemnly and looks over at you.

“What you think y/n, you wanna take that big boy between your legs for another spin?”

You throw back the rest of the whiskey, wincing at the taste, “I think I can find it in me.”

RJ stands, “We can’t film it tonight, the lighting is bad.”

“Hm,” Wayne hums, squinting out the dark window, “he ain’t wrong. How’s about we plan for tomorrow, that work for you, church mouse?”

Lorraine swallows the last of her drink and shrugs, nodding, “Guess it’ll have to.”

——

When you drop into your bed for the night, you fall asleep almost instantly. Work always did that to you, siphoned off any gas you had in the tank, and left you dead tired. The whiskey made you feel pleasantly heavy, and you sank into a sweet, dream-filled sleep. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been out, but you woke slowly. It took you a moment to figure out where you were, the silver moonlight washing into the window and the thin cotton blanket scratching at your chin. You blink a few times, trying to figure out what woke you up, but a weight shifting on the bed behind you told you what you needed to know. You roll onto your back, half expecting to see RJ there with a steak knife to your throat. 

You rub your eyes with your knuckles to ensure you were seeing what you thought you were seeing. Lorraine was crawling into your bed, wearing nothing but a yellow bra and panties. Something cold lands on your stomach, and you look down to see your strap-on rising and falling on your belly with your breathing.

“Lorraine?” You say, your voice raspy with sleep.

“Put it on.” Is all she replies, sitting back on her heels next to your elbow.

“What?” Your sleep-muddled brain is struggling to catch up.

“Put the thing on,” she gestures to your strap-on, her eyes wide and her lips parted.

Your brows knit together in confusion, “We ain’t filmin til the mornin'.”

She sighs, “If you don’t want to, I can go back to my room.”

You blink hard again and finally realize that she’s really there and she’s really asking what she’s asking. She moves to get off the bed, but you reach out and grab her by the elbow. You push yourself up the bed, sitting against the headboard, the strap-on sliding off to your side. Her eyes flit down to your exposed chest, and you smirk, proud to show her your body again. She reaches out timidly, her hands shaking with the slightest tremble. You watch her face as she runs her fingers down your stomach, tracing over the hard-set lines between the muscle there. She licks her lips and looks back into your eyes, catching you with a smirk on your lips. 

You pull her into you gently, your hand on the back of her neck, and kiss her. She’s stiff, unsure at first. You pull back and look into her eyes, searching for a signal not to continue. She leans forward further and kisses you again, her lips softer and her hands wandering. Through cracked eyelids, you see hers close, and you pull her in closer. She swings one leg over you, sitting in your lap, her hands running over your shoulders. 

You run your fingers down her spine, sending goosebumps across her skin. Your hands find purchase on her hips as you pull her closer, encouraging her to grind into your lap. She whimpers into your lips, and your heart begins to pound. You’re a little taken aback at your own excitement. You had sex for a living, and you enjoyed it, but this felt different. This wasn’t for everyone else to enjoy, this was for the two of you only. You hardly knew this girl, and yet, you found yourself being impossibly gentle with her. 

She breaks your lips apart and leans back, reaching for the dildo at your side. She bites her lip, evaluating it, and looks back at you.

“You don’t have to, you know.” You say softly, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. 

“I want to,” she says and hands over the harness. 

You take it from her, your lips curling up in a devious smirk. You push her to the side and flip her onto her back, your knees between her legs. Her breath leaves her in a huff when her back hits the mattress. You work at sliding the harness on, tightening the buckles, and ensuring it won’t move. When your eyes return to her face, she looks positively delicious. Edible even. Her eyes are heavy lidded, her full lips parted and pouty, her skin bright in the moonlight. She waits for you, her arms above her head, completely surrendered to you. 

Your tongue wets your lips as you take her in, allowing the tension to build between you. You lean forward on your hands and press a kiss into her stomach just below her bra, your tongue lazily tasting her skin. She gasps and winds her fingers into your hair, your tongue making its journey over the plane of her stomach. Her breathing quickens when you reach her hip bones, her stomach twitching under your mouth. You glance up to meet her dark eyes and pull her panties down her legs. She whines when you kiss the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs open further. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling at your scalp.

You kiss up her leg, drawing small sounds of excitement out of her above you, encouraging you. The sweet, musky smell of her arousal fills your senses, sharpening your mind to a razor point. You run your palms up the tops of her thighs and press down on her hips, driving her into the mattress as you run your tongue through her. A quiet, throaty moan leaves her lips, your touch surprising her. You work into her entrance, savoring every centimeter of her on your tongue. You pull out and drag it flat across her clit, the pressure soft and exploratory. Her hand leaves your hair and retreats to the pillow, where she grips the cotton until her knuckles are white.

You lick a stripe from her entrance over her clit again, working her up. You don’t want her to cum from this, you just want to get her going. You wrap your lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and suck on it, loving the way her back arches off the bed when you do it. She’s dripping down onto the mattress, and you decide it’s enough, to begin with, so you lift your head and kiss the inside of her thigh. Your crawl up her body and her hands are reaching for you, pulling your face down into a feverish kiss. She groans at her own taste on your tongue, her fingers right around the back of your neck. The dildo drags up her thigh, making her whimper into your mouth, one of her hands racing down your back to grip at your ass. 

Just when you thought you knew what she wanted, she’s pushing you over, flipping you on your back. You help her and swing around, pulling her to sit on your stomach as you fall back. She’s hot and wet on your belly, rutting against the ridges of your abs. Before she can get much further, you sit up and wrap your hands behind her back, kissing her chest and unhooking her bra in one fell swoop. She lets it fall to the side and pushes you onto your back, leaning over you, her hair falling into your face. She kisses you quickly and then pulls back, lifting her hips and gripping the base of the dildo in her hand beneath her. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, watching her rub the tip around her entrance, coating it in her slick.

She sits slowly on it, letting it sink into her inch by inch, one hand pressing on your chest, the other holding the dildo in place. When her hips settle into yours, the whole toy inside of her, she sighs. It makes you feel like an explosion, fragments of what you thought you knew ripping out and embedding themselves into the walls of the room. Your mouth drops open when she runs her fingers down your body and then up her own. She rolls her hips forward, rocking them up on the backstroke. You’d always found strap-on sex extremely satisfying, but for the first time, you’re wishing you could feel everything. You’d give your left arm to feel the toy being gripped inside of her. The thought nearly takes your breath away. 

She begins to move in earnest, the muscles in her legs flexing as she rocks over your hips. When she runs her hand into her own hair, her fingers combing it out of her face, you feel the itch to have her closer. You reach out and settle for holding her hips, pushing and pulling her as you begin to roll your own, keeping the timing and rhythm perfectly on her pace. You slide one hand from her hip over her stomach, up to her nipple, and roll your fingertip over it, her hips moving faster. The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room, only broken up by your occasional grunting and her soft moaning. 

She shudders and drops down on her hands over your body, panting, a bead of sweat rolling from her neck to the hollow of her throat. You watch it puddle there, rocking side to side with the movement of your bodies. You bend your knees and plant your feet into the bed, giving yourself support to properly fuck her from underneath, rocking her forward with every thrust. A low groan tears out of her throat, too loud for a quiet, sleeping house. You pull her down into a kiss to silence her, forcing her whining down to a more appropriate timbre. 

Your arms wrap around her back, and you hold her weight as you sit up with her in your lap, still riding you. She rests her arms over your shoulders, her fingers pressing into the muscles in your back. Her fingertips soon turn into nails, the stinging making you gasp. She drops her head on your shoulder, holding you tight. Her hips jerk off her cadence, her breathing uneven and shallow. Her teeth dig into the skin of your shoulder, making you groan in her ear. She releases you and throws her head back, using the back of your neck to anchor herself. 

Her body freezes up, her hips moving in choppy strokes. You can feel her dripping around the toy inside of her, running down your legs. It’s enough to send a perfectly sane person off the edge, and you’re suddenly aware of why people were able to be seduced into cults. Her body was an altar, and you were drinking her in like holy water, content to die of thirst if she so wished it. She collapses against your chest, and you fall back into the pillows. You give her time to recover, letting her catch her breath and cool off as she put the puzzle of her mind back together. Eventually, she lifts herself off the dildo and rolls to your side, her head resting on your chest. 

As much as you want to continue touching her, you want the harness off your hips more. It was squeezing you in an unpleasant pinch, and the hours you’d spent in it meant chafing had begun. You carefully unbuckle it without moving her from your chest and push it down to your knees. You use your feet to wriggle out of it and kick it off the end of the bed, sighing in relief. 

Lorraine places her hands on top of one another over your chest and rests her chin on them, looking up at you, “I imagined it was gonna be good,” she says, a sleepy drawl in her voice, “but I had no idea it’d be like that.”

You yawn and take a lock of hair between your fingers, twirling it around them and rubbing it with your thumb, “You should give yourself credit where credit is due, you rocked that like it was your business.”

She smiles, her eyes crinkling, “Tomorrow it’ll be my business, tonight was just because I wanted to.”

Your eyes are sliding shut in spite of yourself, the whiskey and exertion settling into your bones again. Lorraine presses a kiss on your ribs and pushes herself up. You crack your eyes open and shake your head, your hand resting on her back.

“Stay.” You tell her, closing your eyes again. 

She takes a moment to consider, then pulls the blankets back and crawls under them, covering you with the other end. Just before you fall into the abyss of sleep, you feel her press her nose into your neck, drape her arm and a leg over your body, and you’re out like a light.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #x movie #tara carpenter #vada cavell #phoebe atwell #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader

[maxxix66]

Last moments

“With the lights out, it's less dangerous.”

Warnings: Angst, murder, brief mentions of suicide, spoilers, don’t know if this counts but considering her past, Phoebe Atwell, female reader. This is short.

POV: Third Person

Request: my brain

Pairing: Phoebe Atwell x Female Reader

Genre: Fluffy Angst

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE BABYSITTER: KILLER QUEEN BELOW THE CUT‼️

(Y/N) squeezed Melanie’s arm. She stared into her beautiful brown eyes, smiling in a terrified manner. Obviously, she couldn’t be rude to the one who was armed, right?

“Mel, I promise, I’m not going to tell anyone about what you’ve done if you just take my blood and forget it. I’ll be… a blood deposit. You can have as much as you want. I’ll… I’ll remain pure! I won’t do anything, I won’t even tell Cole that the wine was spiked..! I swear!”

Melanie stared (Y/N) in the eyes, continuing to slowly slide the knife in and out of her stomach.

“What was that? You won’t tell Cole what we did? What else won’t you tell him? That you made out with his girlfriend? Pretty girl, be honest. You wanted to join us.”

(Y/N) shook her head, before Melanie pulled out and delivered one last blow. Honestly, (Y/N) couldn’t help but wonder why she even continued to be in that same city after she saw what happened at Cole’s house. She saw everything. But that was besides the point. Melanie pulled the knife out one last time, and shoved (Y/N) over the edge of the cliff, making her fall into the secretive area of sacrifice. (Y/N) coughed and wiped her lip, feeling the smear of blood drying. It wasn’t long before Phoebe ran up to grab onto her, holding (Y/N)’s hand and resting her head on her lap.

“(Y/N)? It’s alright, I… I called the cops, they should be here any minute now..! It’s alright!”

(Y/N) hissed in pain, holding her spare hand over her wound. Her fingers were covered in blood, and a tear slipped out of her eye.

“Ph- Phoebe..? I… When I came here, I knew I should’ve jumped in the lake instead of staying with Cole…”

Phoebe shook her head, and held onto (Y/N) tighter. “No, no… I promise, that wouldn’t have helped. Here,” she took her jacket off, and tied it tightly around (Y/N)’s waist. “this should help…”

Phoebe gently lowered (Y/N) onto the ground, while she got in position. She sat criss cross, and pulled (Y/N) onto her lap. She gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, and entangled her fingers in (Y/N)’s hair. (Y/N) set her head on Phoebe’s shoulder, quietly crying into her.

“I’m not ready to die. I don’t want it to happen just yet, I still have so much left for me… A family, a job, home, college… You, Phoebe. I don’t want to die because of you. I want to be here for… you…”

(Y/N)’s breaths slowed down, as the blue and red lights flickered around them, as well as the brain piercing sirens. She pulled herself up slightly, staring Phoebe in the eyes. Her ragged breaths broke Phoebe’s heart.

“Phoebe, I’m sleepy…”

“It’s okay… I give you permission to rest.”

“I love you, Phoebs.”

“I love you too, (Y/N). Now, get some sleep…”

With those last, reassuring words, (Y/N) set her head on Phoebe’s shoulder, and closed her eyes.

#phoebe Atwell #the babysitter killer queen #the babysitter #phoebe atwell x female reader #jenna ortega #Jenna ortega x reader #Jenna ortega x female reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #maxxix66

[brooooswriting]

Request guide line

Requests are open

Who I write for?

Jenna Ortega

Tara Carpenter

Wednesday Addams

Vada cavell

Phoebe atwell

Lorraine Day

Melissa Barrera

Sam carpenter

Vanessa

- Natasha Romanoff/ Scarlett Johansson

- Wanda maximoff/ Elizabeth Olsen

-Hailee Steinfeld/ Kate Bishop

-yelena belova/ Florence Pugh

-Maria Hill

~Margot Robbie

What I write?

Fluff - basically anything

Angst (with Happy End) - break up, jealousy, cheating

Comfort

Smut (if I feel comfortable with it)

What I won’t write?

Rape, cnc, ageplay

Male reader

Requests

Requests can be very specific or just an idea

Writing may take some time

If you’re unsure if I write anything just ask and I’ll answer as soon as I can

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