#chloe price oneshots

[mwahbabe]

little elloe blurb

(not set on the ship name yet leave me alone)

mdni, smut, established relationship, polyamory, throuple, threesome, sharing pussy, cunnilingus(r! receiving), sub! reader, loser!ellie, loser!chloe.

a/n: haha. ha. HEHHEJEJEEHHE

your two loser girlfriends fight over your pussy, literal gremlins, “els come on! you’ve had two fucking turns! i’m going insane over here!”

“you snooze you lose chlo.” ellie is already between your legs again, lapping at your poor cunt that’s so sensitive from cumming in ellies mouth over and over. “fuck ellie.. oh my god…” you gasp and arch your back, surrendering to your freckled girlfriend, her hands under your legs keeping them around her head, legs on her shoulders.

chloe on the other hand was folding her arms, a pout on her pretty face. “show off.” her grumpy face softened though seeing you squirming and hearing your pretty moans. she couldn’t stay mad at ellie for making you look and sound like this. she crawled over to you, gently grabbing your face towards her getting your attention. “fuck, you having fun hotstuff?” you nodded at her, your eyes dazed, chloe chuckles and her fingers wrap around the side of your neck as she pulls you in kissing you, swallowing your moans up.

ellie hears your sounds have been muffled and glances up, seeing chloe’s lips on yours. her tongue drags over your clit giving little flicks now and then before sucking it into her mouth, filthy wet sucking sounds with ellies small grunts being heard from you and chloe.

chloe huffs again. “i better get a fucking turn after this.”

ellie hums in response, giving a delicious jolt of vibration on your pussy. “you’re greedy babe.” she mumbles as she dives back in.

chloe scoffs. “me? you’re the one who hogs her” she grumbles.

you’re dizzy right now, ellie’s tongue and mouth between your legs making you squirm and whimper uncontrollably, while chloe stares at you in absolute awe but then bickers with her other girlfriend about her not sharing, these two are a full time job. “feels good, huh?” chloe asks you, you nodded again, removing one hand from ellie’s auburn hair and gripping chloe’s hand for support which she always gave you. “god.. fuck,. your eyes flick back down to ellie, “els.. feels so good..

“yeah? she making you feel good hotstuff?” chloe’s lips trail down your neck, nipping your skin slightly, her voice husky with desire. “yes.. fuck..” you turn your head allowing chloe to kiss and bite as much of you as she pleases, the marks there a mixture of hers and ellies, ellies were more darker and rougher, while chloes were slightly gentler.

“hurry up and make her cum els. i’m next.”

ellie glanced up at her, her emerald eyes glancing between both of her girlfriends.

“could always come down here if you’re that impatient babe.”

chloes breath hitched at that, even if she wanted your pussy all to herself she was always willing to share. anything for you.

“fine.”

she relented and slid down the bed and turned over on her stomach and moved in next to ellie, their faces almost touching as they settled into a rhythm of ellie sucking your clit and chloe lapping at your dripping hole and switching places or sometimes interjecting and their tongues touching each others.

you were in heaven. moaning freely as your two girlfriends ate your pussy together, this was one of their favourite activities, they were both amazing at, at that. “shit.. oh god yes! yes! just like that.. god you two..” chloe’s hand reached up tracing your belly searching for your hand, you gave it to her and held on tight, while ellie did the same only she gripped your hand tighter. you could hear both of their moans against you as you moaned out praise, something you knew got to both of them.

“fuckk! oh i’m gonna cum! guys! i’m-“ you didn’t get an answer, both of them putting in the work to get that sweet reward from you.

before you knew it, you were cumming, creamy fluid dripping from your pussy each time your walls clenched around nothing, both of them moaning into you, not stopping until they got it all from you.

as your orgasm subsided and the sensitivity kicked in you panted and looked down at them, ellie came up to kiss you, your taste still in her mouth. while chloe kept going, you whimpered into ellie’s mouth pulling away looking at chloe, “chlo.. i’m done baby..” ellie chuckled looking down at chloe. “you’re so fucking greedy chloe.”

chloe finally stopped, exhaling harshly. “yeah whatever els. we’re even now.”

chloe smirked coming up laying on the other side of you, “hey, good team effort huh?” ellie laughed holding her fist out to chloe for her to bump. “hella good team effort.” chloe bumped ellie’s fist back.

god. these two idiots.

aaaaa gawd i need. i hope i did okay for never seeing how they interact. let me know how i did🤭😮‍💨

[ruewrote]

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: no use of y/n GENRE: ANGST SONG INSPIRATION: please be rude by gigi perez WORD COUNT: 1.5k CHAPTERS: one, two.

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when you showed up at the diner one night, alone, chloe was already waiting, sitting at your usual booth. the way your eyes widened when you saw her almost made her smirk, but there was no time for games.

“you’ve been avoiding me.”

your throat went dry. “i’ve been busy, chloe. school–”

“with her?” chloe interrupted, leaning forward. “come on, don’t lie to me. you’ve been glued to victoria fucking chase for weeks. so what’s going on?”

you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “it’s not what you think–”

“oh, really?” chloe snapped, her voice rising. “because what i think is that my best friend ditched me for a goddamn bitch!”

her words stung, and your patience finally snapped. “maybe i needed space, chloe! did you ever think of that? that maybe i needed to breathe?”

chloe recoiled. “space? from me?” her voice cracked, the fire in her eyes dimming as vulnerability crept in. “what did i do wrong?”

the crack in her voice was your undoing. you looked away, heart aching. “you didn’t do anything wrong, chloe. it’s just... complicated.”

“bullshit,” she said softly, leaning back in the booth. “you’re lying to me, and i don’t know why.”

her gaze was intense, searching yours for answers, and you could feel your resolve crumbling. she deserved the truth, but how could you tell her? how could you admit that every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every almost had broken you in ways you couldn’t put into words?

“i can’t do this,” you whispered, you go to leave.

“wait.” chloe grabbed your wrist, her grip firm but desperate. “don’t go. please, just talk to me.”

you hesitated, torn between running and staying. her eyes, wide and glassy, locked onto yours, and you could see it. every ounce of her longing, her confusion, her hurt.

and in that moment, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way.

the risk was too much. the words you wanted to say were heavy on your tongue, weighed down by the fear of losing her completely. so, you shook your head, gently pulling your wrist from her grasp. “i need to go, chloe.”

her hand fell to the table, her fingers twitching. “is it her?” chloe’s voice was barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in her tone cutting through you.

you froze, not daring to turn back.

“is it victoria?” chloe pressed, her words trembling with frustration and desperation. “because if it is, i– i just– i need to know. are you... with her?”

“no,” you said firmly, finally facing her again. “it’s not like that with victoria.”

“then what is it like?” chloe’s voice cracked as she gestured helplessly. “why are you acting like i don’t exist? like we don’t exist?”

“because i can’t do this anymore!” you snapped, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “i can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not!”

chloe blinked, her shock evident. “what are you talking about? what’s not fine?”

you swallowed hard, the weight of your confession pressing down on your chest. the diner felt too small, too suffocating. you could feel the eyes of the other few patrons glancing your way, joyce’s concerned gaze from behind the counter.

taking a shaky breath, you leaned forward, lowering your voice. “it’s you, chloe. it’s the way you look at me, the way you hold me, the way you make me feel like i’m about to fall apart and put myself back together at the same time. i– i can’t do it. i can’t be around you and not want... more.”

chloe stared at you, her chest rising and falling as she processed your words. her hands clenched into fists on the table, then released, her fingers curling slightly as if she was trying to stop herself from reaching for you. but she didn’t speak, didn’t move, and her silence felt deafening.

an ache spreading through your chest as the weight of what you’d just confessed settled over you. she wasn’t saying anything. not a single word.

you’d miscalculated.

the regret was suffocating, pressing down on you until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. your throat tightened, tears stinging your eyes as you stood abruptly, the legs of your chair scraping loudly against the diner floor.

“forget i said anything,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “i’m sorry. i–i’ll leave you alone, chloe. i’ll stay out of your way.”

her eyes widened, her lips parting as if to protest, but you didn’t give her a chance. you turned and ran, the tears streaming down your face. the cool night air hit you as you shoved the diner door open and stumbled outside, your vision blurred by the flood of emotions.

the ache in your chest only grew as you put distance between yourself and chloe, the sound of her voice, or lack thereof, echoing in your mind. you felt like a fool. how could you have been so stupid, so naive, to think this could go any other way?

the pavement blurred beneath your feet as you kept moving, unsure of where you were even going. somewhere, anywhere, away from her. away from the reality you didn’t want to face.

chloe sat slumped in the booth, head resting against her hand, as she stared blankly at the remnants of her uneaten food. her mind was a storm of regret, frustration, and fear. she had no idea how long she'd been sitting there when she heard the sound of familiar footsteps approaching.

joyce slid into the seat across from her, wiping her hands on her apron. her gaze softened as she took in chloe's sullen posture. "want to tell me what's going on?"

chloe huffed, crossing her arms defensively. "not really in the mood for a lecture, mom."

joyce ignored the comment, leaning forward with a knowing look. "you think i didn't notice? that i didn't see the way you froze up when she poured her heart out to you? chloe, i know you better than you think."

chloe's eyes snapped up to meet her mother’s. “what are you talking about?”

joyce tilted her head slightly, her expression steady but kind. “i’m talking about the way you feel about… her.”

chloe’s mouth opened to protest, but the words caught in her throat. instead, she slumped further into her seat, a low groan escaping her. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh, don’t i?” joyce’s tone was calm but firm. “i’ve seen it, chloe. how close the two of you are. how you look at her like she’s practically hung the moon. and don’t even get me started on how she looks at you.”

chloe played with her bracelets, her frustration growing. “so what? none of that matters now. i just completely screwed everything up.” 

joyce’s eyes softened. “no, you didn’t. you’re hurting, and so is she. but that doesn’t mean it’s over. you just need to figure out what you want and go from there.”

chloe scoffed, her hands clenching into fists on the table. “it’s not that simple, mom.”

joyce leaned forward, grasping chloe’s bawled up hand in her own. her voice gentler now. “it is, chloe. you’re the only one who truly knows how you feel about her. and from where i’m sitting, it seems like you care about her more than you’re willing to admit, even to yourself.”

chloe looked away, her jaw tightening as she fought the emotions threatening to spill over.

joyce continued, her tone unwavering. “that girl has been there for you when you were at your lowest. when you stopped going to school, when things got hard, she didn’t leave.

she stayed with you every chance she got. she knew how to cheer you up when no one else could. she cared about you, chloe, still does, even after everything tonight.”

chloe swallowed hard, guilt twisting in her chest. “i didn’t mean to push her away... i just–” she cut herself off, unable to find the words.

“then don’t push her away any further. go home, sleep on it, and talk to her tomorrow. tell her how you really feel. you’re better at this than you think, chloe.”

she  blinked at her mom, her lips pressing into a thin line. “and what if i mess it up even worse?”

joyce smiled faintly. “you won’t. not if you’re honest with her. that girl sees something in you. she always has. just don’t let your fear stop you from showing her how much she means to you.”

chloe exhaled slowly, nodding. “yeah... okay. i’ll try.”

joyce gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before standing. “good. and chloe?”

“yeah?”

joyce’s smile widened, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “i think you already know what you want. you just need to go after it.”

as joyce walked away, chloe sat back in the booth, her mind racing. she still didn’t have all the answers, 

but for the first time that night, a sliver of hope began to creep in.

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© ruewrote 2024.

[smt-obsessed]

Chloe Price

☆ 19 ☆ esfj ☆ cancer ☆ 5'9 ☆

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✰Masterlist✰

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[mwahbabe]

slayed as per usual🫶🏽 my two fav girls

BABE can i have chloe with a maddy perez coded gf plsss (if you’ve seen euphoria) 💜💜💜

(Yes, I do watch Euphoria. I'm waiting for season 3 😁.) ⋆☆Chloe price x Maddy perez!Coded gf reader

Warnings ⚠️: Chloe price x reader, Maddy perez! Coded reader, Chloe being a simp, wlw, wlw x reader.

☆Chloe is a total sucker for you. She'll complain about how high- maintenence you are, but she'll still do whatever you ask - something before you even ask.

☆"Babe, can you -"

☆"Already, on it, princess."

☆"Aww, my good girl." (Chloe pretends to groan, but she lives for your praise.)

☆She's the type to sit and watch you do your makeup, completely mesmerized. She'll act like she's just chilling, but she's literally studying every every move you make.

☆"Damn, how do you do that wing thing so perfectly?"

☆"Skill, baby. You wouldn't understand."

☆"Pfft, whatever." (She totally wants you to do hers next.)

☆If you ask her to hold your lip gloss, purse, or anything else, she'll do it without question. She's basically your personal assistant.

☆"Can you carry this for me, chlo?"

☆"Tch, I'm not your-" realizes you're already handing it to her - "Yeah, okay. Fine."

☆You dress like a damn goddess - always in outfits that turn heads, like sleek two- piece sets, tight dresses, cropped tops with high- waisted pants, and mini skirts that drive chloe absolutely insane.

☆You love a glam but sultry look- glossy lips, razor- sharp winged liner, bold lashes, and perfectly sculpted cheekbones. Your nails are always done, and you accessorize flawlessly with gold hoop earrings, rings, and layered necklaces.

☆Chloe acts like she doesn't care about fashion, but she's obsessed with seeing you get all dressed up. She'll sit on your bed, watching you pick out clothes, just admiring how effortlessly hot you are.

☆"Babe, do I wear the sparkly dress or the tight one?"

☆"Uh... both?"

☆"Ugh, that's now how it works, chlo?"

☆(She literally can't decide because you look insane in everything.)

☆Whenever you dress up, she cannot stop touching your hands on your waist, pulling you close, kissing your neck. You pretend to scold her, but you love how obsessed she is with you.

☆"Damn, you tryna kill me, babe?"

☆"Maybe. You'd die happy, though."

☆(She absolutely would.)

☆Chloe is so whipped for you. She adores spoiling you, even when she pretends to hate it. If you want something, best believe she's finding a way to get it for you.

☆"You like those earrings? Bet. Gimme a sec." (Cue her doing dumb shit to get the money.)

☆She'll complain about how long you take to get ready, but she secretly loves sitting behind you, playing with your hair while you do your makeup.

☆"Hurry up, babe."

☆"Perfection takes time, chlo."

☆"Tch, whatever, you always look perfect anyway."

☆(She doesn't even realize she just simped that hard.)

☆If you pout at her? Game over. She's done for. You can get her to do anything. "Ugh, fine, but if anyone asks, I did this because I wanted to, not because you made me."

☆(You most definitely made her.)

☆Chloe hates when people flirt with you. She trusts you, but she doesn't trust the people who flirt with you and try to shoot they shot. If someone even thinks about trying it, she's instantly at your side, arm wrapped your waist, glaring the down.

☆"Yeah, keep walking, dude."

☆You're no better. If a girl even looks at chloe for too long, you'll make sure she knows who chloe belongs to. you won't fight - you'll just grab her chin, make her look at you, and say, "Let's go, baby." The smug look you give the other girl is enough to shut her down completely. (Chloe just smirks because she lives for possessive you.)

☆When you're mad, you make chloe work for your attention, she hates it.

☆"Oh, so you're just gonna ignore me now?"

☆"Mmhmm." (You're eating it up. She knows it).

☆"God, you're impossible." (She's already planning how to make it up to you.)

☆You both have that dramatic, all-or-nothing love—you’re each other’s entire world, and you both know it.

☆Chloe loves to pretend she's too cool for your high standards, but she secretly loves doing things just to see you smile.

☆"God, you're so high maintenance."

☆"Yeah, but you love it."

☆(She does. alot.)

☆She acts like she doesn’t care about looking good, but if you tell her, "I like when you wear this," she’ll suddenly start wearing it all the time.

☆You catch her staring at you constantly. She’ll deny it every time.

☆"Were you just checking me out?"

☆"Pfft, no. As if." (She was. She absolutely was.)

☆She’ll roll her eyes when you ask her to hold your bag, but she always does it. And if anyone so much looks at you wrong, she’ll glare them down like she’s ready to fight.

☆Chloe always thinks about how she even bagged you. Chloe,—she’s messy, reckless, and doesn’t care about what people think, while you’re always put together, confident, and expect things to go your way. But somehow, you just work.

☆Chloe teases you for being a little spoiled, but she secretly loves it. If you pout and bat your lashes, she’ll do whatever you want—though she’ll grumble about it.

☆You have Chloe wrapped around your finger, and she knows it. She tries to act all tough, but one smirk from you, and she’s giving in.

☆You literally think you’re the boss of me, babe."

☆"Because I am, baby."

☆"Tch. Whatever." (She absolutely agrees, but she’ll die before admitting it.)

☆Chloe tries to impress you(and failing sometimes).

☆Chloe always tries to act cool around you, but you love making her flustered.

☆"You’re so cute when you’re mad."

☆"Shut UP."

☆(She’s madder now, but only because you’re right.)

☆She’ll act like she doesn’t care when she does something sweet for you, but you always call her out.

☆You bought my favorite snacks?"

☆"I just grabbed whatever. Not a big deal."

☆"Mmhmm. Sure." (She definitely went out of her way for you.)

☆Date nights with chloe are wild-sneaking into concerts, stealing road signs, joyriding at 2 AM with music blasting.

☆You take Chloe on classy dates—dinners at fancy restaurants, shopping sprees, poolside lounging at a bougie resort. She acts out of place at first, but she loves being spoiled by you.

☆"Damn, this is fancy as hell."

☆"I know. You better not embarrass me, babe."

☆"Pfft, no promises."

☆You love sitting in Chloe’s lap, whether it’s at a party, a restaurant, or even just at home.

☆She pretends to be annoyed but will never ask you to move.

☆"Really? Right here?"

☆"Shh, you love it."

☆(She absolutely does.)

☆Arguments are heated because you both have strong personalities, but neither of you ever crosses the line. You both know how to push each other’s buttons, but you never hit below the belt.

☆When you’re mad, Chloe suffers. She hates when you ignore her and will literally follow you around trying to make you forgive her.

☆Babe, c’mon. Are you really not gonna talk to me?"

☆Nope." (You love making her work for it.)

☆"Ugh, you’re evil."

☆(She’s already planning how to win you back.)

☆When Chloe’s mad, she usually just storms off—but she always comes back. And when she does, she wraps her arms around you from behind and just buries her face in your neck.

☆I hate fighting with you."

☆"Then stop pissing me off, babe."

☆(She definitely will try.)

☆Overall, Chloe worships you. She might act all tough, but when it comes to you, she’s an absolute simp.

(☆enjoy, the edit at the end @mwahbabe)

[l0lita-luv]

PLEASE WRITE FOR CHLOE PRICE I NEVER SEE ANYYYY SHIT FOR HER OMG PLEASE I'M OBSESSED I NEED HER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Omg anon…I love you!! Honestly I feel the same way, I’ve been searching seas for more fics abt her, but I am thinking about writing more Chloe content so stay tuned!!

Minors and men dni!!

Protective

Fluff!!+Smut…

Protective!Chloe x Fem!reader

Warnings! Reader is describes wearing a skirt, smut!! Dom!Chloe, Sub!Reader, super kinky, use of strap r!receiving, oral r!receiving, pussy slapping r!receiving, degrading, slapping kink, kinda breeding king, overall Chloe being rough, use of y/n like once, being sweet Torwardsthe end.

a/n- Chloe Price supremacy.(decided to spoil u guys today)

All chloe wanted to do was to take you to the skate park to show you some stuff she had learned, not for people especially guys to hit on you!

“You’re doing great Chlo!” You cheer on your girlfriend who has been showing off some of her new skills. Chloe gives you a cheeky smile slightly blushing at your comment.

“Hey, you look really nice you know?” A male voice coming up from behind, “Oh uh thanks!” You stay stumbling over your words, this was foreign for you, since you and Chloe started dating, nobody even dared to make a move on you. Chloe noticed and darted arrows at the man.

You look over to Chloe, the guy next to you noticing, “Is that you friend?” He asks, “No, I’m her girlfriend.” Chloe replies now next to you, her hand snaking to your waist holding you close. “Oh sorry man I didn’t know!” The man quickly responds clearly afraid.

Chloe just stares until he jogs away into his car. “Gosh that was hot” You whisper to Chloe, receiving a smirk in return.

The whole car ride back home was pure torture, Chloe adding onto it by putting her hand on your thigh.

As soon as the door shut, Chloe was quick to pull you into a messy make out session. “I can’t wait any longer…” Chloe growls into your ear, whimpering at her words. She was quick to push you into your shared bedroom blindly reaching for something you couldn’t quite see.

Before you knew it, she had ripped your skirt off of you, admiring the panties you chose, “My favorite pair…” she whispers tugging them down with her teeth making you let out a whiny, “Chloe…”. You were too busy taking of your shirt to notice her attaching the harness over her hips. Not even noticing until you felt it against your core.

“You loved the attention didn’t you?” Chloe spits slapping your cunt, “No!” You manage to get out whimpering Chloe snickering at your position. “Do you deserve to get fucked?” She asks you in a low voice, you were quick to nod but receiving a slap over your face moaning, “Fuckin’ pathetic.” She growled out.

Letting out soft whines as you felt her kiss your clit, licking a long stripe between your fold making you moan, the way her tongue swirled and lapped around your soaked core made you writhe and moan out her name, “Chloe!’ You chanted searching for your release, Chloe knew you were close. “Hold it baby”.

“I’m need to cum!” You shriek but Chloe pulling away making you let out a defeated gasp giving her a pout. “Don’t look at me like that, you can take it baby.” The blue haired girl said as she slowly pushed her cock into you making you let out a choked moan.

Her hands holding your hips as your nails dug into her back, her place being steady but rough making you writhe, “Harder…” You whispered afraid at the pace she was going to go at, the last time you asked her to go faster, you couldn’t walk for almost a week.

“Harder you say?” Chloe cocks her head at you speeding up her pace immediately making you scream. You thought she was at her limit but no, if it was even possible, she sped up even quicker pushing her dick farther into you making you scream out her name. “Yeahh take this dick.” She whispered in your ear kissing you sloppily your moans going into her mouth.

You were an absolute mess, your hair all messed up and eyes glossy, your eyes barely even being able to stay open. “Keep your eyes open baby you can do it.” She says in a mean tone, a harsh slap across your face making you moan.

“Please Chloe let me cum!” You squeal scratching her back, “Go ahead baby, you deserve it.” She whispers her tone becoming more sweet as you come undone all over her strap, “Yeah baby, fucking a baby into you huh?” She says her hips still moving inside of you making you whimper.

Pulling out, she kisses you sweetly, “I love you Chlo…’ you whisper tiredly, “Love you more y/n/n, Chloe responds caressing your waist as the two of you drift off to sleep.

[meshla-cyarika]

Worth the pain

Pairing: Nathan Prescott x gn!reader

Word count: 1,056

Tags/warnings: mentions problematic family members (such as an alcoholic father), reader doubts themselves, smoking, friends to lovers.

Summary: your life and Nathan's are both fucked up in different ways, but somehow your mangled and spiralling lives have intertwined. You're closer than you've ever imagined anyone could be, but you can't face the feelings that linger around you both, because you can't face loving someone again just for them to leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards.

A/N: this was inspired by the song "bite the hand".

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Fuck Black-shitting-well academy. The only things it's brought you is more things to tell your imaginary therapist. Like fuck you were going to see a real one. You did that along time ago and the only thing it achieved was people pitying you. You don't need strangers fucking pity for your fucked up life, you already know it's messed up beyond repair, you don't need a fucking therapist to tell you that. Everyone you've spoke about your past to has either given you a disgusted look, or fake pity.

You just want to scream out everything in your mind to someone who won't give you any expression, almost like a blank wall that you can just yell and scream and cry at. That's what Nathan Prescott has become for you and sometimes, you've been that for him as well. You can just talk and talk and talk at him and he'll just sit there, seemingly not paying attention but mentally noting every word you've said. He'll only speak when you request him to, but most of the time he doesn't say anything at all. And you return the favour by letting him vent to you and listen to all his words.

Now, you're both silently laying on Nathan's bed in his dorm, your legs up agaisnt the cushions as you lay the wrong way on the bed. You just stare at the white ceiling, passing a cigarette between each other. You forgot to buy a pack and it's Nathan's last one, so you compromised. You've remained in silence, since you entered his room ages ago, waiting for either one of you to say something.

Nathan hands you the cigarette, after he took a long drag, before breaking the some what comforting silence, "Do you ever think about..." His pause causes you to turn your head to look at him, but he's still staring up at the ceiling. "Getting the fuck outta here? Just fucking off and forgetting about all this shit?"

"Every second of every day." You reply to him, as you pass him the cigarette back.

"But there's always that nagging in the back of your head to just put up with everyone's shit." Nathan speaks for them both and you turn your head to face the ceiling again. Uncontrollable dread sits in your soul, as you try to convince yourself that your past isn't repeating itself yet again. "And it always seems to out weigh the idea of finally being free." He adds to his previous sentence. "I'm gonna get the fuck outta here one day, you know?"

Your anxious mind can't help but pick up on the fact that he said "I'm" and not "we". Has he already decided that you are only a fragment of his life? You should've known better. You told yourself when you went to Blackwell not to get attached to anyone. They'd only leave like every fucker else, you had told yourself. First, it was your mother leaving you for some drugdealing asshole, then it was your childhood friend picking some over girl for you, then your older siblings moved out far away (they still don't try to contact you), which only added to your father's alcoholism. There's always someone else that's the first choice. You gave up trying to get everybody to like you a long time ago.

During your mind's spiralling anxious thoughts, you don't even notice the tear that runs down the side of your face, until a soft hand wipes it away. The physical contact brings you back to reality and you turn your head to face Nathan, who's already looking at you. The cigarette sits in an ashtray that's ontop of his bed. Your eyes stare into his ocean blue ones and you only just realise how close you are, your faces are only a breath away from one another.

"Tell me what's going on up there." He places his hand on the side of your face and slightly taps your forehead to emphasise his words, before tucking the hair that had fallen infront of your face behind your era.

You silently study his face, his blonde soft hair, his angel eyes and your eyes finally land on his red lips. You desperately want to take the leap and kiss him until your lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. You want to hide yourself in his arms, where you're safley locked away from the world. You want him to hold you so delicately, as if you'd break like glass.

You tear your eyes away from his plush lips and sigh as you can't bring yourself to look at him anymore. "I can't keep doing this." You pathetically mutter under your breath, hating the way more salty tears push their way into your eyes.

"Doing what?" Nathan's voice has dropped to a whisper as you looks at you.

"This! I can't keep loving people who leave! I can't let more kindling be added to this burning feeling inside me!" Your voice raises, but you're not angry. You're just so tired and fucking emotionally drained. You try to ignore the never ending stream of tears that flow from your eyes. "It hurts too much and I can't do it anymore!" You subconsciously grasp his shirt, as if that's enough to stop him from disappearing.

Nathan says your name, as quite as a whisper and you just stare into his eyes. The hand on your cheek moves to lightly grasp the back of your scalp and Nathan moves forward to place his forehead agaisnt your own, in an attempt to ground you to the present. "I'm not going anywhere without you. I don't fucking care if it means we travel the entire fucking world, I'm not letting you go." He vows, with such a sincere look in his eyes, a look you've never seen anyone give you before.

Silence falls once again and you're still so close to the point where you can feel each other's breath on your faces. Neither of you can help but glance down at each other's lips. Slowly but surely, your bodies move impossibly closer and your lips dance over one another.

His touch burns and stabs into your soul, but you can't convince yourself to let him go. Nathan's here and he's staying. He's worth the pain.

[pricefi3ldz]

pricefield—a jealous max caulfield oneshot

summary; chloe doesn’t expect her teasing jokes to actually make max jealous. but they do.

a/n: this was a random idea i had that i wanted to quickly get out. my bad for any errors, hope you like it!

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“i think i’ve hooked up with every friend i’ve ever had.” chloe chuckled, gazing against max’s back who was busy robbing chloe of her clothes.

max turned around, raising her eyebrows at chloe’s words. “uh, you cereal?” the joke wasn’t hitting if it was supposed to be one.

“yeah,” chloe sat up on her bed, “now that i think about it, i guess i’m not exactly good at staying friends with people.”

max rolled her eyes, “you never tried anything with me.”

“course i did? look at us! we’re dating dumbass.” she smacked max’s side, making the girl shudder at the contact.

“you didn’t make any moves on me first.”

chloe couldn’t argue with that, since it took max to kiss her first for any progression between them to take place.

“mm thats because you couldn’t wait to kiss me!” chloe teased, biting her lip in amusement as max scoffed in denial.

“not true.”

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if it weren’t for chloe’s comment yesterday, maybe max would’ve been more chill.

but now, as she waited out behind frank’s rv waiting for chloe, her stomach turned at the sight ahead.

there chloe stood, talking to a girl resembling someone she’d assume was the girl’s type. long blonde hair with purple highlights, tatted arms, and a sick septum piercing. somebody completely opposite of max’s style, but not so far off of a certain old flame who chloe had lost.

shit, she felt guilty for even dating chloe sometimes. the two probably seemed worlds apart, even if they were bonded with their shared memories.

lost in thought, max didn’t even notice as chloe walked back to her side, swinging her arm around her.

“yo super max, what’s with that face” chloe chuckled, leaning in to kiss the girl’s lips which snapped her out of the daze she was in.

“oh you came back” max sighed, giving her a small, yet uncomfortable smile.

“uh yeah,” chloe could sense the weird vibe around max. “did something happen while i was gone?”

max shook her head and sat in the car without another word.

for the remainder of the car ride, chloe tried to get max to cheer up, but max was busy in her head, ruminating over her thoughts. chloe hooked up with every single one of her friends huh? max couldn’t wrap her head around what she could’ve done with this new girl.

for the rest of the day, max felt pretty snappy, but insisted to chloe she was just on her period. not in the mood to talk.

chloe knew max too well for that though.

“so max, you gonna keep icing me out?” she sighed, standing over her while max looked down at her phone.

“i’m not” max mumbled, not making a very convincing argument.

“don’t give me that” chloe took max’s phone and set it down. she pulled max’s head up and pouted. “you’re scaring me.”

max shook her head out of chloe’s hand and looked up at her, leaning back against the bed. “fine fine i’ll stop.”

chloe smiled and sat beside her happily, propping her arm around max who flinched slightly.

“whats this? you don’t even want my touch now huh?” she was half sarcastic in her tone, but also genuinely looking for a response.

“chloe,” max started, looking down at her own hands while she fidgeted, “was that a friend of yours while we were at frank’s?”

chloe raised an eyebrow and nodded, “yeah, her name’s leila and she shows up sometimes. why?”

max stayed silent again, trying to collect her thoughts before she said something that’d make her sound like a possessive psychopath.

chloe’s eyes widened at the realization. “oh shit, you jealous or something?” she smirked, watching as max’s features visibly tensed at her words.

chloe laughed, she knew max was more jealous of a partner than she was, but the pettiness was unexpected—and adorable.

“well if you won’t say anything, i guess i’ll head down to leila’s.” max’s head turned to look at chloe now. “i’m sure she has plenty of words for me.”

max’s eyebrows furrowed, “very funny chloe” except, chloe genuinely found this entertaining.

“oh i know. leila reminds me of that everytime we speak” she taunts, giving max a wink. the teasing would kill max if she heard anymore, so she snapped and pulled the back of chloe’s head in, meeting her lips for a kiss.

chloe made a surprised sound at the sudden contact, feeling the blush that crept up on her cheeks. she was all talk until max’s lips were against hers and she felt her heart melt.

chloe moved her arms around max’s waist, hoisting the girl onto her lap to take some control of the kiss. she dragged her fingers over max’s skin peeking from her shirt, which max clearly seemed to be enjoying.

max was pretty easy to please. give her completely undivided attention, and the girl was content. but only if it happened to be chloe’s attention.

chloe pulled away after a few minutes, gazing at the flush on max’s face before chuckling. “so that was it? you’re a jealous little freak huh?”

max shook her head, noticeably flustered. “i’m not.. but yesterday, you know what you said.”

chloe’s face twisted in confusion as she traced everything from yesterday she might’ve said. eventually, she recalled what she said about her friends and let out a small ‘ooh’.

“oh max, you know i meant that about my past, right?” she spoke sincerely, “after you.. why would i need anybody else?”

max smiled slightly in delight, “well, what i said about you never making the first move on me still stands.” her voice came out thick with embarrassment.

chloe sighed and rubbed her hands along max’s back. “i just didn’t wanna fuck things up with you” a grin crept on her lips, “and you know, it was so hot for you to seriously kiss me.”

max felt another stupid blush painted on her face. “i thought i might’ve forced you into something and you started dating me out of pity.”

chloe shook her head, “fuck no. you’re my girl for life.” she pulled max closer “i’ve had things in the past, but i don’t regret that they’ve led me to you.”

max giggled in delight, “you’re speaking all softie like.”

“hm? you want me to give leila this softness instead?” max lightly smacked chloe’s arm while she laughed at her own joke in amusement. “you can’t lie, that was funny.”

max rolled her eyes playfully in response.

“but seriously, you know i wouldn’t dare to try anything with anybody else, right? i have you, you make me happy as fuck.”

max nodded, feeling finally relieved.

“leila’s cool, but not cool enough for me” she winked at max “you on the other hand, you’re SUPER max” she began to cover max’s face in aggressive little kisses from chin to forehead.

“thanks chloe,” max chuckled, still enjoying the kisses she was receiving “i love you”

chloe pulled away, taking one of her hands from max’s waist to stroke the girl’s cheek. “i love you even more.”

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not proofread <3

[andreeacircus-blog]

Foot in Mouth Syndrome

Chloe Price was... sort of an idiot. Nobody could deny that. Not even sweet and tolerant Max, bless her heart, who had her reasons to believe that, even though she would never say it to her face.

For starters, the blue haired self-proclaimed punk had to be babysat most of the time, in case of, you know, her unexpected self-inflicted accidental expiration.

On top of that, she also had a really big mouth. And sometimes, out of that big mouth came very unfiltered profanity-infused rants such as the one Max was currently suffering through.

The reason? Well, Chloe was completely furious right now and the unfortunate target of her scorching hatred was a supposed identity thief. Someone dared copy Chloe's graffiti style to make the "lamest fucking gesture" in her opinion: desecrating Chloe's beloved junkyard by leaving cute, flirtatious love notes all over the, well, junk. And it was really bad graffiti, too. The shaky inconsistent lines betrayed a beginner's hand.

Even Max could probably do a better job since Chloe started teaching her some of her technique a few months back.

This was probably the work of a poser wannabe-skaterboy trying to impress some chick that's way out of his league, the vexed girl speculated. And instead of being flattered by the copycat's omage to her unique style, Chloe was just about ready to fill out the lawsuit paperwork... if only writing on junk were an endeavor protected by the law.

Miraculously, Max doesn't remember ever getting outright mad at Chloe. Her calm disposition and endless patience were usually great tools to deal with her impulsive companion, and they didn't let her down so far into this conversation, if you could call it that. But the statement that just came out of Chloe's dumb piehole is what pushed Max over that delicate line.

"...or maybe that lame-ass loser is hella infatuated with me, and this is his gremlin way of trying to get me to notice him. That would never work though, who even thinks something so corny would work!?"

A flash of red suddenly painted Max's face and ears, completely overshadowing her freckles. That and the glare accompanied by a deep frown created a very rare expression on the photographer's face, her frustration being almost palpable.

"Chloe, you're seriously such an idiot!" Max snapped as she exited the room in a fit.

And the idiot was left stunned by the uncharacteristic outburst. At least that got her to stop her endless rant just long enough for the coin to drop. And drop it did. Hard.

Her first thought: "Oh, shit." The second one: "Her angry face is pretty hot though.", thus proving there was no cure for Chloe's chronic ailment.

At least it wasn't fatal as long as Max kept sticking around. Probably.

[lilithmooni]

♡･ﾟ:*Sobre mim*:ﾟ･♡

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σ๖ร: estou criando essa página exclusivamente para a tradução de conteúdo GL voltado para mulheres da comunidade LGBTQIAP+. Dependendo da situação na vida real, é capaz de eu demorar para postar, mas eu pretendo postar assim que possível caso hajam pedidos.

σ๖ร²: Inicialmente eu vou traduzir conteúdos de Arcane, The Last of Us, Life is Strange, Genshin Impact e talvez de Jujutsu Kaisen, mas nada impede que eu traga conteúdos de outros "lugares" se houverem pedidos.

ศvıรσ: antes de iniciar os posts com conteúdo +18 eu colocarei um aviso, logo... por favor, menores de idade não interajam com esses posts. (Pessoas que se identificam como homens também são convidadas a não interagir com os posts de um modo geral... por motivos óbvios)

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No mais... espero que isso ajude pessoas que querem mais conteúdo sáfico e não acham em português aqui no tumblr e talvez eu crie uma conta no wattpad com o mesmo objetivo. ^^

Dito isso... um bjo ♡

[iridescentis]

mischa and talia as amberprice

thoughts

[00ops1e]

currently working on just started a friends to lovers! pricefield piece. this is my big comeback yall. ETA: i dont know like a week? maybe?

[mwahbabe]

remember in this post when i said chloe cums too fast when tribbing with you? yeah:3

pairing: chloe x fem reader

mdni, pure smut, delicious lesbian sex, tribbing<3, loseeerrrr chloe, this fic just feels wet. chloe cums too quick, power bottom!reader, sub top!chloe, pillow princess reader if you want, creampie if you squint.

a/n: lalalalallala

heavy breathing along with whimpers and moans filled the room, the room hot and heavy with both of you. your desire for each other completely shameless.

chloe’s gripping your leg that’s bent over her shoulder as she grinds her soaked cunt into yours, her clit absolutely throbbing against you. she had been pretty pent up and needed nothing more than to release some stress with your body.

“mmhh.. fuck.. hngg..” whimpers and hefty breathing was all chloe could do, along with clenching her teeth and her eyes squeezing shut as she tried her best to not fucking cum before you. she was anything but selfish, that was a lie. she was selfish yes, but selfish for you. she’d do anything for you, as she’s proven many times, puts her own needs before yours even. and yea she’s a bit greedy when it comes to you. but she can’t help it. you’re perfect and each time feels better than the last.

you lay pretty under her, letting chloe take charge as she usually did. moaning each time your clits rubbed together and giggling at how slick you both were. a mess already leaking down under you.

“yeah baby.. fuck me just like that.. uh huh.” you watched as her tits bounced slightly each time she moved forward, her head falling back and then coming forward again, really, she was trying so hard not to cum. she was sensitive and the feel of your warm pussy and how wet you were allowing her to grind, almost glide her pussy over yours so perfect. “ah yeah.. your pussy feels so good chloe..” your voice was low, a sound that had her gripping your thigh harder.

"god, don’t..."

she breathed out a little gasp, her eyes sliding shut the moment you said that, her body pressing closer to yours again.

it was too much, you felt too good, her clit was twitching as she tried to take it slow, but also felt the need to speed up and get you off before anything else.

“ohh shit i can feel you throbbing..” you moan as you tip your head back, your hand that was on her back moving down lower.

god. she was whimpering now, the words making her shudder, her thighs starting to quiver a little as she dug her blue painted nails into the flesh of your thigh.

it was a battle, a battle of not getting off too fast, as well as getting you to cum. her head was spinning and there was such a dizzying rush of sensation that she was barely holding herself together. she couldn't help the desperate little noise that escaped her, sharp, soft little gasps leaving her as her eyes started to grow hazy, her breaths coming out shorter, louder, and her head spinning still. “fucking christ..” she whimpered. yeah she was a goner.

her hips moved faster now, still in that perfect rythym that had the two of you moaning and gripping the other, your nails dug into chloes lower back, hers digging into your thigh as she held onto you for dear life. then.. she let out a strained groan, her head dropping as her entire body trembled with the force of her orgasm. it washed over her, leaving her breathless and lightheaded, her hands clinging onto you as she tried to ground herself through it. “hhnngg.. ahh..fuck.!”

you watched with big eyes as chloe came hard against you, the way her chest moved and how her arms flexed as she gripped you leg as she climaxed. white droplets beaded and dripped down her cunt onto yours. some definately landing inside you. she slowly lowered your leg off her shoulder as she caught her breath once the waves subsided.

when she came back to earth she saw your amused grin and immediatly felt like a complete moron. jesus christ, how did she cum that damn fast? she let out a strained laugh running her fingers through her hair sheepishly, a little damp from sweat. “shit.. i’m really sorry baby… got carried away- i just- you-” she stuttered,

“it’s okay babe.” you cut her off, giggling softly. “it’s a massive compliment. i promise.” she chuckled breathlessly, her smile faded once the guilt quickly came back. she had to make you cum. “i’m a bad girlfriend.” she concluded dramatically. that made you laugh for real. “don’t say stupid untruthful things.” you nudged her back spreading your legs, your pussy coated in mess from both your combined arousel as well as chloes cum. chloe almost stopped breathing.

“clean that up and get me off and you’ll redeem yourself huh?” your tone lightheartes and teasing.

“…god you’re gonna fucking kill me.”

[ruewrote]

𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑦.

PAIRING: chloe price x fem!reader WARNINGS: unrequited love, longing, no use of y/n, jealousy GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: lacy by olivia rodrigo WORD COUNT: 485 REQUESTED: yes CHAPTERS: one, two.

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it wasn’t a lie that you and chloe were close.

everyone knew it. your parents, her mom, even the old regulars at the two whales diner would comment on how inseparable you were. weekends were always the same: you’d bring over snacks, your favorite action flicks, and, begrudgingly, a rom com or two. 

chloe groaned dramatically every time, but she never said no, not to you. she’d end up sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, tossing popcorn at the screen during the cringiest moments, her laughter loud enough to drown out the cheesiest dialogue.

joyce adored you. she’d always throw in an extra slice of pie whenever you and chloe dropped by the diner. “for my favourite troublemakers,” she’d tease, even as she pretended to scold you both for being too loud. and when joyce eventually did shoo you out, you’d end up at the lighthouse.

chloe would sprawl across the bench, her head in your lap, and you’d run your fingers through her hair as she rambled about anything and everything.

it was easy to love chloe. too easy.

but lately, loving her had started to feel like a weight you couldn’t carry. the almost kisses that lingered in the air, the way her arms felt around you during those lazy hugs, everything was too much. you wanted her, needed her, but not as the best friend she thought you were.

so, you pulled away

you drowned yourself in schoolwork, telling yourself it was for the best. that’s how you ended up working on a project with victoria chase of all people. it wasn’t intentional at first, but the more time you spent with her, the easier it was to forget about chloe, if only for a little while.

chloe noticed.

at first, it was little things. the texts you didn’t respond to, the excuses you made when she asked to hang out. she shrugged it off, figuring you were busy. but when days turned into weeks, the ache in her chest grew into something she couldn’t ignore.

she missed you. desperately.

your playlists still haunted her car rides, your hair ties were still scattered across her bedroom floor, and your scent clung to the pillow on her bed. you were everywhere, and yet nowhere at all.

and then there was her.

victoria chase.

chloe knew she shouldn’t have gone through your instagram, but she couldn’t help herself. what she found made her stomach churn, the sight of you with victoria, smiling, laughing. that same closeness that used to be hers.

it wasn’t fair.

what the hell did victoria have that she didn’t? was it the way she carried herself, all high heels and condescending smirks? did you like that? the idea of you spending late nights with her, hearing her laugh, watching her pamper her perfect blonde hair, it was unbearable.

jealousy swirled inside her, hot and volatile.

she wouldn’t stand for it.

part two: coming soon . . .

© ruewrote 2024.

[lis-kspiffie]

hi there:)

Hii! You can call me spiff, fif, whatever you'd like ^__^ i'm gonna try to navigate tumblr and use it more often, so I hope to share my love of Life is Strange and writing with you. <3 Carrd is https://kspiffie.carrd.co/# for more info on me <3

[0-b-l-i-v-i-0-n]

Bestfriend!Chloe Price x Fem!Reader

Intro:Some headcannons about Bestfriend!Chloe Price being secretly in love with u ;P

Warnings:I don't think there's any,mostly it's just fluff,if you find any lmk in the comments!

Authors note:I am so excited to post my first headcannons here omg,I'm planning on posting an oneshot or continuation of headcannons based on these ones,but I think I'm gonna let y'all decide because I'm actually so bad at deciding,anyways enjoy!!!!!!

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• Chloe can't help but steal glances at you when she thinks you're not looking. Whether you're laughing at one of her sarcastic jokes or simply zoning out, she catches herself staring and quickly looks away when you notice.

• She’s very protective of you, even in subtle ways. If someone so much as jokes at your expense, Chloe’s quick with a sharp remark or a glare that could kill. She’ll play it off like she’s just sticking up for a friend, but it’s more than that.

• Chloe goes out of her way to do little things for you, even if it’s completely out of character. She’ll fix your bike, burn you a custom playlist, or pick up your favorite snacks without asking. When you thank her, she brushes it off with a “It’s no big deal.”

• If you talk about someone you’re interested in, Chloe acts completely uninterested—leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms, or making some sarcastic comment,inside, though, she’s burning with jealousy and wondering what they have that she doesn’t.

• After spending time with you, Chloe lies awake at night replaying every word and gesture in her head. She curses herself for saying something dumb or not saying enough, wishing she could just be brave and tell you how she feels.

• Chloe pours her feelings into her graffiti and sketches, creating cryptic designs that only she understands. Sometimes, she’ll leave pieces of her work in places where she knows you’ll see them, hoping you’ll notice the deeper meaning.

• When you’re not around, Chloe feels like something’s missing. She constantly scrolls through her phone, debating whether to text you but ultimately chickening out. She’d never admit it, but your presence is the highlight of her day.

• Chloe will suddenly get super competitive around you, whether it’s showing off on her skateboard or trying to one-up your stories. She wants to prove she’s worth your attention, even if it means embarrassing herself in the process.

• You're the only person she trusts so much—she shares pieces of her pain with you, her dreams, or her fears. Afterward, she feels exposed and jokes about it to cover up, but deep down, she hopes you don't see her as annoying.

• There’s always a moment where Chloe feels like she might finally tell you about her real feelings. Maybe you’re hanging out in her favourite secret spot, sharing headphones, and laughing about something stupid. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words catch in her throat. Instead, she mutters something sarcastic, masking the ache in her chest.

• Chloe may not have the words to confess, but her love for you is in everything she does—fixing your things, walking you home at night, or staying up late just to listen to you rant. Her feelings are written in the spaces between her actions, waiting for you to notice.

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[l0lita-luv]

Hi my lovelies!

I decided to bless you all with the top three most wanted characters!!

They are all in the works and I will be posting links for all of them! (Please be patient with me as my schedule has been very hectic lately!!)

a/n- Caitlyn’s hair looks so yummy

Hit me Hard… Vi hcs + fic fluff & Smut Chloe price…(smut)

and soft