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hotxcheeto · 11 months

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hi nevy! could u do a chloe X fem!reader but they have a secret relationship? the reader’s friends (victoria, nathan, basically the whole vortex) don’t like chloe at all. meaning the reader would have to sneak out at night to go see chloe. & if ur willing, could u add some angsty smut since chloe really doesn’t wanna be kept a secret anymore? thank u in advance

━ 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, angst, smut, fluff sprinkled throughout, teasing, v fingering ( r! receiving ), kissing, talk of cheating ( no actual cheating ), mean names ( nate and chloe don't like each other )

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Damn this sucks

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Your dorm room was almost silent, almost.

"I just don't get why you hang out with that weirdo." Victoria said, fixing her eye makeup while sitting at the vanity you had in your room. "Because she's my friend, Vic, just like you are."

Victoria huffed, but nodded nonetheless, looking at you in the reflection as you laid staring at your ceiling. Your mouth picking up where it had first left off,

"And she's not weird. A handful? Yes. Weird? She leaves that part to me." Victoria chuckled at your joke, standing up and walking over to your bed, crossing her arms as she glanced down at you.

"Whatever, I'm just glad you didn't fall for that puppy love crush she had on you. What a lame gimmick." You hummed, feeling the bed dip as she sat down, your door opening at almost the exact same time.

"I thought it was cute." You muttered, messing with a ring on your finger that the topic of conversation herself had gifted you. "What's cute?" Nathan's voice interrupted, the door then shutting.

"Nothing." Victoria stared at you for a moment as you spoke, her eyes then turning to Nathan. "Where the fuck have you been?" He scoffed, sitting beside your head. "What are you? My dad?"

He pulled out something from his pocket that you couldn't see, instead you focused on the way he smelled like old cologne and weed. Victoria's nails tickling your calf as she waited for him to light the joint.

"She's just worried, Nate." He grunted inaudible in response, taking a hit of the blunt before passing it to Victoria. "She should be worried about you. I seen you hanging with that punk ass blue haired bitch, again."

He dragged out his last word, glancing down at you while you only rolled your eyes. Looking away and towards your photo wall, which include said punk ass in a selfie you had made her take with you just a few days before.

"You don't know her." He grabbed the joint from Victoria's perfectly manicured fingers, "You'd be fucking surprised, Y/n/n." "She's done nothing you haven't"

Victoria watched you both go back and forth for a moment, leaning against your headboard. Smoke slowly swirling from her lips

"Whatever, don't come crying to me when she fucks you over." Giggling, you finally sat up, gesturing for the joint. "Sure Natie."

"Aw, Natie, we both know you're soft and squishy inside." Victoria commented, the boy glaring you both down as laughter filled the dorm. "Shut the fuck up, for the love of God."

"Why can't you hang out Saturday again?"

"I have a-"

"Vortex club party, right."

Letting out a sigh, your head teetered to the left to look at her in the driver's side seat. Hand gripping her steering wheel while the other rested on your thigh, tapping along to the beat on the radio.

"Chlo, we can hang out Friday and Sunday. Promise." Your blue haired girlfriend turned her head, taking her eyes off the road to give you a glare. "Why can't I come?"

Taking a deep inhale, Chloe liked watching you squirm at the question. Laying your cheek against your knuckles while watching the trees pass by.

"You know they don't like you, I'm still warming them up. Doesn't help you bought drugs off Nate and then threatened him-" She laughed which cut you off, her grip becoming tighter. "Right, my fault he's a pretentious, rich, dickhead."

"Chloe, he is not that bad once you realize why he acts how he is." The truck then whipped into the driveway of your house, coming to a stop as she turned to look at you. "Right."

"I didn't judge you based on how you acted. I knew there was a reason you did." With that you opened the door and got out, leaving her sitting there in silence while trying to come up with a response.

Though you thought she was going to leave, like planned, the sound of the driver side door opening and closing said otherwise.

"Damn, don't let the door hit me." She smiled only when you did, following after you and into your house. Close behind while observing you set down your belongings on your kitchen counter.

"I promise Chlo, I will tell them about you when the time is right." The inside of her cheek sucked in, and you could tell she was frustrated. But she didn't stop listening.

"I just want a better relationship between you and them before I tell them about us. They worry about me." She hummed but didn't say anything, the wordlessness overly abnormal.

"I worry about you too, but sure, Victoria's probably single I mean I'm sure she'd love to-" "Chloe Elizabeth Price, that is not what I mean and you know it."

Her mouth shut as she stared, her head cocked to the side while that stupid expression pointed at you.

"Max worries about you. I'm not accusing you of wanting her or vice versa, am I?" With her head thrown back, she groaned, following you to your room. "Babe, I'm sorry." You opened your door, walking towards your bed. "I know. I am too, I'm just trying to keep the peace between people I really care about."

Chloe watched as you began to change into your loungewear, talking as you tossed your shirt away.

"Nate and Vic are coming around. I just need a little more time."

You turned around at her unresponsiveness, noticing her leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

"What?" She shook her head, "Nothing. Just admiring the view. You're hot when you're worked up." You stood now in only your bra and whatever bottoms you chose that morning, placing your hands on your hips.

"Is that so?" "Yeah, actually." Humming and nodding your head, you turned away from her. Unclipping the garment and tossing it away with the rest of your clothes from the day.

"You can't distract me by flirting Chloe."

Quickly you stripped yourself of your lower clothing, stepping out at the same time two cold hands landed on your belly.

"Chloe!" Her laughter was audible from her place in the crook of your neck, "You should just tell them already, no matter what they're gonna be mad." "You know why I can't do that. Nate would flip his shit, since y'know, you threatened him."

"Who cares what that asshole thinks about me." You pulled away from her, putting a shirt over your head and turning around. "I do, because he's one of my best friends."

She could tell that once again, she'd upset you. Rolling her eyes and falling onto your bed while watching you search for a pair of shorts.

"And I'm your secret hookup, color me stoked, hotstuff." You turned, practically fuming at this point, slamming your drawer shut in the process. Balling up your shorts in your hand just out of frustration.

"Fuck you, Chloe."

Her stare wasn't on your pissed off face, though, when you walked over to her. She was watching how your hips swayed instead, your bare skin being kissed by the yellow glow of your lamp.

"You know that's not true." She let out a strained laugh, snatching the shorts from your hold. "Do I?" Chloe asked.

"Don't start with that." Chloe smiled at that, or smirked, you didn't notice either because you were trying to get your bottoms back.

"I think I will."

Her cold hand landed on thigh, pushing you forward and tumbling into her lap. Her shoulders became a support beam as you tried not to fall against her.

"We're like Romeo and Juliet." You stated, trying to lighten the mood and pretend you didn't want to pluck her eyes from her head.

"Only Juliet won't tell her evil fucked up family because they don't like that Romeo doesn't suck the Vortex Club's dick." Chloe replied, her fingers slipping between your thighs making you shiver.

And as she inched closer, the more and more you wanted to press your lower half downward to meet her touch. A light throbbing pain beginning to envelop the area between your legs.

"Chloe-" "I want you to tell them." The pad of her finger brushed over your clit, a tiny little gasp escaping your lips. "I can't yet..." She laughed. "Who the fuck said that?"

You opened your mouth to reply but nothing came out. Her hand gathered your wetness while slowly beginning to circle your little bundle of nerves.

"That's what I thought." You glanced down, gripping her forearm as she played with you. Toying with your needy entrance while enjoying the tiny twitches your face made.

Her tattooed arm moving back and forth just enough to make you want more.

"You're such a dick." You mumbled, "Says the one keeping me a secret." You wanted to complain, you really did, but not a word came out. "I don't give a shit whether or not I meet Nathan Bitchscott's standards. But apparently you do."

"No- no I don't Chloe-"

It wasn't just you she was working up now, it was herself as well. Chloe's jaw clenching in aggravation at her own thoughts, but that stupid smile stuck.

And soon it grew wider when two of her fingers plunged inside of your cunt, a much louder sound admitting into the air. You thanked everything that no one was home. Helplessly listening to the wet sounds of her moving in and out at an agonizingly moderate pace.

"Then tell them, because I'm sick of waiting." Her other hand snaked up towards the back of your head. Pushing you towards her mouth to catch you in a kiss. Her lips tasted like cigarettes and the soda you'd given her earlier in the day.

"Unless you're embarrassed? You embarrassed of me, hotstuff?"

She chuckled as you shook your head, a pout on your lips as she kissed you again. Her long fingers reached each and every little spot that made you hum against her open mouth.

"Faster, please.." And like you commanded, her hand sped up. Your body practically locking up against hers, your thighs shaking to hold the rest of you from toppling your girlfriend.

And closer and closer you inched towards your high. Beginning to sweat and pant, holding her, pleading silently, asking for release.

"Come on..." You kissed her once more, your legs giving out as your weight fell against Chloe. Her fingers still moving in and out, your hips humping against her hand which soon allowed a third finger inside.

Her mouth then got close to your ear. Her warm breath tickling your skin as she fucked into you. The pads of her fingers running up and down your walls.

"You tell them, or I take my hand away. How's that fucking idea?"

The noise you made sounded unholy, thighs clamping around her hand.

"I will, I will I promise, please Chloe- fuck." You whined the last word, her digits running along your special spot again and again as you stared into her eyes. "I will please, please let me cum."

Her other hand gripped the inside of your thigh, pulling them apart once again.

"Promise?" She watched your head move up and down quickly as you agreed, "I promise, Chlo, I promise." You whimpered, riding her hand as you tried your hardest to keep yourself close, despite her slowing.

Always the tease.

"Yeah?" Again you nodded over and over until she finally sped up, fucking into you at an unruly pace. Her palm hitting against your clit just right to the point of you crying out into the crook of her neck.

"M'close Chlo- please..."

"Fuck just- let go babe."

And you did, as the coil grew tighter and tighter, her neck vibrated as you moaned. Shaking as your hips sputtered against her knuckles. Pulling away just to kiss her lips, her throat swallowing up your sounds.

"M'sorry.." You muttered against her lips as you pulled back, your hand still holding her wrist that was between your thighs.

"You're gonna tell them, right?"

"Mhm." You nod, earning a sweet smile from your girlfriend.

"Thanks hot stuff."

#chloe price smut #chloe price x reader #chloe price #chloe x reader #life is strange x reader #life is strange #lis #lis remastered

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omkookie · 2 months

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SPOILER WARNING FOR THE D ⚠️

After seeing the D on Twitter I've decided to rank my most favorite D's because... I'm sleep deprived but trying to fall asleep

Fyi these are my nonsense rambles which I'll probably regret writing when I wake up and read them later

1st - Beelzebub....

Uuuurrghhhhhh I wanna kiss it

It's literally perfect 😳

I will suck it

I will kiss it

I will hold it

I will worship it

It's one cm less than my dildo apparently? 🤨 I guess he'll just become my new dildo.

He's better than that piece of silicone anyway 😌

If there's 8 of him then I'll be the biggest cum slut because all I want is this fine as hell cock and his cum, yummy

8 on 1 me Beelzebub 🥵

2nd - Mammon

it's so veiny 😳

it's also massive

Holding it will cure my mental exhaustion. I just love it so much. I will hold it with both of hands respectfully, and even prep it with little kisses while I sit on my knees before it because it deserves to be worshipped

My eyes are bigger than my coochie... unfortunately... so even if I want all of him i'll probably only get half of him 💔

It's so pretty man I love it so much. I wanna squeeze it with my fingers and watch it twitch as I hold it. I also want it sitting between my thighs while I lie in bed and do literally nothing but stare at it 😌

3rd - Satan

It's so cute and flushed. Literally a cute lil mushroom head. I love it so much, I will cherish it and hold it and pet it and kiss it and embarrass Satan

if he lies down in bed next to me my hand will be on his lovely cock all night, just holding my treasure yk 🩷

He'll be in my mouth the most.

4th - Leviathan

Ew, Pathetic, ugly, disgraceful, lacks girth, looks lame, is lame, cry about it bitch (would suck out of spite)

Leviathan hang yourself and your cock

(#1 Leviathan hater here, teehee 😌)

Usually I hate him but I'm so tired rn

I wouldn't mind getting railed by him, I'd like to choke him while he fucks me anyway. I'll squeeze his abs, cup a little feel here and there, ngl that Selfie card has me feeling some type of way

Hate sex seems nice this morning? Idk It's 3am 😒

Aside from that, fuck his arrogant lil bitch ass. He's getting the strap

Goodnight

Edit: my favorite D

https://x.com/WHBFAN/status/1755615932037378478?s=20

#whb #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb mammon #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #random 🍪s #🍪's thirsty

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doubleca5t · 2 years

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i followed you because "oh my she's a nerd and recognizes issues i care about and also is sooo funny. she's like my aunt who may be twenty-something but is still cool". and in theory i knew you were an adult. you look like an adult and act like it it's a known fact that you are one. and yet, it only truly hit me when I saw that lame-ass phone case in your most recent selfie. it's hideous. (not mean-intended i just thought it was funny)

ok LOOK I did not get to be a college girl in the early 2010s because I was busy being a man at the time so I'll be damned if anyone stops me from being an early 2010s college girl in 2022!!!!

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whosadu · 2 months

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a note i wrote for the guy i love (he has a gf now, but nvm)

when i first met you, i never thought this is how we'd end up. never. you were this absolute perfect human being and i was a random girl crushing over you, never imagining in my whole life that this is the guy i'd love. love is a heavy word for me. i don’t throw it around easily. you’re there for me for everything, whether shit happens with my mom, other people, or maybe just me being dramatic, you’re always there. even when you’re in a bad mood or pissed at me (which you rarely are but nvm). i didn't fall in love with you because i had no one else. it was a choice. i don't want you to just be a fling of mine. i want you by my fucking side. poets would take a step back if i had to explain my feelings towards you. you get me. im a mess of a person. with my mood swings, my abandonment issues, my attachment issues and my fear of being alone. i hate it when my whole body aches and screams in pain because of my fear of abandonment. it starts so slowly and consumes me so damn fast. it's like a prison, where the silence becomes my cellmate, and the shadows of solitude gracefully dance around me. in these moments, i feel like a young child left alone, even though youth surrounds me. you don't make me feel like that it's honestly something alien. you make me feel at peace. you're the only guy i've ever been comfortable with. ever. and we know eachother. there's no one else in this whole wide world who knows me better than you do. and there's no one else who'd make you feel more loved, other than me. so this is me, swallowing my pride, writing to you. i don't want you to just be a fling, just a mere fwb situationship or just more than friends, less that lovers shit. i want you to be wholly mine. the same way i'll be wholly yours. here am i, trying to talk to other guys, trying to find a glimpse of you in them. but i've realised, maybe you're the one i'm meant to be with. you know every side of me. the one that rants about her family, the one that yaps constantly about the dumbest things ever, the one that is stressed about her academics, the one that is just so pissed that she doesn't even wanna talk. you know it all. and i know how you rant about your day, yapping about your gym incidents, your shoots, your friends, how you don't get stressed about your academics even though you probably should be, and how you've been wronged in your past by many people. i can handle your ghosting phases, and i can handle your bad haircut phases, or your tuesday fast tired self. i can handle your lame ass humour and your fashion advice that never fails. i want your bad angle selfies and your tired nights. i know you love receiving gifts even though you say you dont. i know about your birthmark on your ear. i know about the story behind the missing stone of your favourite ring.i know it all. what's more left to say. we're already bestfriends. but i don't wanna be that. i wanna be more. i know you probably love me as a friend but we'll make it work. our bond is deeper than that. maybe this thing is temporary. but i don’t mind being temporary as long as it means i’m temporary with you. i want to make up for the all the love you never thought you deserved, all the love that was stolen from you. i want to be the one that makes you laugh. the one that will always have your back in this fucked up world. the one who'll forgive you no matter what. i know your favourite songs and you can tell me about your dreams and we can live, in peace. be the source of all love and comfort. i just hope you realise, i'm the one for you.

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fillsta · 2 years

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Fuck it, Les Mis Instagram HCs

- Enjy dearest is one of those people on Instagram who have no pfp, no posts, nothing on their bio, just their full name and a basic ass username like @_enjolras or sth. He has like 23 followers, only following his friends and acquaintances.

- Courf's Instagram acc is magnificent. He has 2k followers, and follows most of those back, along with his favourite artists, actors etc. He has like 50 posts and they all come with a funny caption. Also has like 7 highlights with emojis as titles and his bio is a genuine description of himself like, 23 yrs old, culinary student etc, complete with emojis. His pfp is probably him and some of his friends and his name is probably something like 'Courf : )'. Public account

- Ferre's instagram is a bit of a mess. Full name, professional looking bio, neat pfp, but he has 9 posts, 7 of which are just cool moths he found ™. No highlights, a fair amount of followers and his other 2 pics are probably taken by Courfeyrac and have no caption.

- R's insta is super weird. His pfp is a silly little pic of him, his description is probably some lame ass joke and all of his pictures are him and his friends being goofy. He has one highlight dedicated to memes and his follower count is lower than his following one.

- Jean Prouvaire's acc is a blessing to the world. Aesthetic af. They have a photo of themselves in a flower field as a pfp and all of their pictures include flowers and very pretty outfits. Their captions are all emojis. They probably have a second acc for their poetry and shit

- The Joly man himself has the funniest Instagram account. Definitely the friend has a highlight dedicated to outfits. Mostly works with stories rather than posts. Lots of followers. His bio is definitely just '🧑‍⚕️🥼🏥🩺⚕️💉' or sth. Tags all of his friends in every pic. Literally, everyone's tagged section is clogged with Joly's pics. His account is definitely public. The person to repost every single fundraising post he comes across on his stories.

- Bossuet has the fanciest account of them all. Lots of followers, follows only friends and a few, very carefully selected artists. He doesn't post often but when he does, boy his posts are good. Mostly photo dumps.

- My beloved boi Feuilly doesn't rly use the app, preferring messenger or even Viber to talk to his friends. He follows only friends and has very few followers. If he doesn't follow you already, you are not his friend. Only 3 posts of him, his cat and some cool landscape. No bio, just a nice pfp and a name. Only posts stories if he's tagged.

- Bahorel sooo posts mirror selfies at the gym in his stories, but makes funny faces instead. It's like 'oh he's got abs' and then you look at his face and he's making a silly duck face. His feed has only a group picture of him and his friends and a video of him doing some workout shit of his. Decent amount of followers and following. When he's not posting gym pics, he posts memes. His 'Close Friends' stories are the funniest.

- Marius, akward little Marius has few followers and his bio probably reads 'Law school, 22 years old' or some shit. He has one photo of himself which has like 20 likes and no caption, comment section is les amis going wild. It's like a group chat down there lol. Never posts any stories. Never. Probably doesn't know how to use the app. That one picture he has is also his profile picture

- Eponine probably has 2 photos of herself and her pfp is a mirror selfie of her showing off her best outfit. Has a decent amount of followers, follows only friends. Her private stories are ridiculously funny, like, she's a whole different person on those. Rarely posts, mostly uses Instagram for the DMs. Girlboss.

- Cosette's bio is a bunch of flower emojis followed by a '🥰@mariuspontmercy🥰' thing and her pfp is her in a flower dress. You're like oh a cottagecore account nice and then you follow her and see her in black corsets and dresses with Pretty Reckless' lyrics as captions in heavy make-up. Really aesthetic, posts stories everytime she's out with friends.

- Musichetta my beloved, posts pictures of books, of her outfits, of her boyfriends, of her nights out, both on stories and feed. Her account is public and has quite a fan base. Also has a second acc where she sells jewellery and sometimes clothes. Follows a lot of accounts based on witchy stuff and has a highlight dedicated to foam art she created. Her pfp is probably Marceline the vampire queen from Adventure Time

- Azelma has a few mirror selfies to show off her outfits. Mostly posts stories whenever she's out with friends. Livestreams pretty often too. Would love to be an outfit influencer

- Gav doesn't have instagram yet cuz ya know he's smol, but he does have discord and oh boy

- Valjean has the most Dad™ Instagram account you'll ever find. He posts shaky pictures from vacation, baby pictures of Cosette and akward selfies of him with his other unofficial children. Most liked picture is of him, Joly and Cosette at the pride parade, where he is wearing the most pretentious outfit he has ever put on. Poor guy doesn't know how to post stories or how to even view them so it's always "Cosette, there's a rainbow circle around Lesgles' picture what does that mean again?"

- Javert the kinda guy how has 17 followers, follows 17 people, has 0 posts, an empty bio, his full name as a username and his god forsaken email as a name. His pfp is an akward, windy sunglasses selfie. Mostly a Facebook guy actually.

- Fantine deffo had a solemn picture on her acc and it's of baby Cosette. That's it. After she dies, Cosette finds her acc through Valjean's phone and cries, poor thing

- Montparnasse doesn't have an Instagram account because he can't risk it lol. (I mean he's our favourite lil pshyco criminal boi)

Thank you all for reading my contribution to literally nothing, have a good day

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