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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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I remember you having a Rachel Amber strap-on prompt in your brainrot list. I've come requesting it >:) How about a shy female reader with a hidden love for adult toys using them on Rachel? I love your work btw :)))

━ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Rachel Amber x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Smut, mentions of kissing, strap on use + v penetration ( rachel receiving ), best friends to something?, cursing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - thank you!!

There were garments riddled along the ground, Rachel standing half in your closet while tossing things that she deemed 'deplorable' to fashion behind her.

She was purging your closet and there was no way you were stopping her.

She'd gained a look in her hazel eyes that told you she was determined to get to the bottom of each pile of clothing you had. Taking things and tossing them into different piles that she had labeled in her mind all while you sat and watched her.

Laying on your stomach while resting your hand in your palm. All the while she was battling it out with ugly patterned shirts and the many pairs of sweatpants you owned.

"God, you have no clue about any trends these days. It's truly a pity."

It was Rachel, you had to expect the dramatics.

"A pity? Who do you think I am?" You joked, rolling onto your back and putting your arm over your eyes. "Someone with the worst fashion taste I've ever seen."

You snorted, listening to her continue to rummage and mutter to herself. The sounds of shirts and jeans being thrown are the only other sound besides your breaths. You were beginning to wonder what you'd be wearing for the rest of the week judging by how much she planned on donating and selling.

The rustling slowed and it seemed she'd found a target, a few grunts coming from her before she rattled the door and stepped back.

"What's this?" You tilted your head up at that, watching her shake a black shoebox that instantly made your stomach drop and your heart fall to your ass.

Fuck.

You had about three seconds to decide if you were going to absolutely snatch it away and throw it out your window for the squirrels to find and spend the rest of your life denying what was in it.

Or...

let her open it and see the horrors that awaited her on the other side of the cardboard lid that had looked like it'd seen better days.

Times up.

You got up faster than she'd ever seen you move, she wasn't even sure you'd ever walked that fast in your life. The box in your hands before another breath had come in or out of her lungs and it was slammed onto your desk and behind your back in an instant.

"It's personal." Your cheeks burned, blush invisible, but hot. Yours ears as well while you avoided looking her in the eyes and instead looked at the ground. "Personal?" "Yeah."

It was like a showdown, and you weren't letting her pass.

"C'mon, can't I get a peek? I'm your best friend after all."

"Nope. Can't guilt trip me into this one Rach."

Again, there was a tense silence that made you feel like you were doomed.

"What kind of freaky shit you got in there?" Her voice peaked with curiosity as she got closer, giggling while you backed up impossibly closer to the desk. "Seriously, it can't be that bad."

Oh it was.

"Just drop it Rachel." For a moment the girl hesitated, noticing how serious you actually were. Your voice quiet, even a bit timid. "Please?"

Her head tilted, arms crossing.

"Is it torture devices? Drugs? Sex toys? Whatever it is, I promise I won't make fun of you. I promise Y/n/n." You didn't move, you didn't even fucking blink and she began to get slightly worried that you had some ones chopped head in that thing.

"No." For a moment Rachel wondered if she should give it up and let you take this one. But she was never one to back down from a challenge, licking her bottom lip.

"Can you at least tell me what's inside? I won't see it, but can I at least know?" Your mind wasn't sure how bad it'd be if you actually told her about the shit you had hiding in the hole of your closet.

"It's just... bed stuff." Her eyebrow raised. "Bed stuff?" "Yeah."

She was very unimpressed, and even a bit more curious than where she'd begun when you'd first snatched the box in the first place.

"Is it your vibrator? I'm pretty sure everyone has one."

You looked away from her, giving away at least one of the items in the container that she was now even more curious to open. Stepping a bit closer as your guard fell in just the slightest at the mention.

Rachel then made her move, smacking the box to the side before you got the chance to stop her or the box from taking a slight tumble. The lid flew at you in hopes of distracting you and out came everything you'd been trying to hide, a slight yelp escaping your throat at the flying lid.

"Whoa." Was all you heard her say, the sudden need to hide and scream crashing over you like a ton of bricks.

Out came a vibrator which she'd been guessing had been in there the entire time. But there was a lot more that she hadn't guessed. Like the giant dick she pulled out that had a harness attached, the girl looking at you for answers while you'd practically collapsed against your wall in horror.

"No fucking way someone has used this on you."

"They haven't." You said, unable to choke the syllables back into your mouth. "No fucking way." She repeated, turning around and raising her eyebrows. "No fucking way, Y/n." You couldn't look at her, staring at the ground with wide eyes.

"You used this on someone!"

"Tell the neighbors, why don't ya."

Rachel continued looking through the box before it fell to the floor and your glittery strap-on was the only thing left in her hand.

"Is it clean?" You looked at her with an emotion that was nearly indescribable. "Yes it's fucking clean." Rachel nodded, looking it over.

"It's cute."

You wanted to implode, covering your face with your hands before moving to collapse on your bed. Not even caring what she did with the thing anymore, you were beginning to believe that breathing was overrated.

The bed dipped not a few seconds after, Rachel's head appearing right beside where yours was pressed into the mattress. Her finger lightly tapping your cheek.

"I didn't know you were into such... things." She giggled, rolling onto her stomach while still trying to peak at your face. "Is it popular with the ladies?"

"Rachel." You moved onto your back, still covering your face with your hands. "Just go home." There was no other choice, you were going to have to move to another country in order to avoid her for the rest of her life.

"But what if I wanted to see what all the fuss was about?" Your hands slammed onto the bed, your face showing clear shock. "I mean, it's huge... you must be popular with the ladies."

You wanted to be popular with the grim reaper.

"Rach?" She grinned at the sound of her nickname, sitting up to lean down towards your face. "You've used it before haven't you?" You paused, almost questioning if what she'd asked was rhetorical. But nothing else came from her lips,

Rachel wanted an answer.

"Yeah..." You responded. Her nail traced your cheekbone. "Like who?" You felt like you were on fire, swallowing hard and watching her focus on her hand. Finally giving you a break from her stare.

She actually wanted you to say it.

"I dunno... my ex?" You said, almost as a question while raising your eyebrow. "Hm.. what about that girl you liked from that art seminar we went to?" You felt your gut swallow up at the mention of her. "Or, that other one from that psych class we took together?"

She paid a lot more attention to your fun times then you realized.

"How good were they?" Rachel's nail continued to trace down your neck, then towards your ear while moving up and around, all while speaking. You were practically hyper focused on the touch, unaware of your lost in headlights appearance.

"Hm?" Then your attention was back on her.

"Okay.. I guess." Your mouth finally parted to answer, tongue then moving over your lips in a nervous reaction to her receiving that news. "Did you like it?" "I mean... at the time."

Rachel moved to sit up once more, pushing her hair off her shoulders and kneeling in front of your pillows. All the while feeling you get up and turn to look at her.

"What-"

"I want you to fuck me with it."

You almost dropped dead and you swore you felt the presence of something supernatural in the room that was coming to take your soul. Your tongue suddenly blocking your throat from making more than a gargled gurgle for speech. This was your best friend.

"Why-"

"Because I wanna know if I'm your best. That and... I wanna see how good you are with that. Y'know, like I've heard from your exes."

You wondered how much else they'd told her, and if she could see you nervously shifting your weight from foot to foot. Or the fact that your throat was so dry you could cough up a cactus.

"You're a little too dressed for that." You were surprised at your own response, standing at the end of the bed with a keen eye resting on her. You wanted to look away though, but it was nearly impossible to not stare right at Rachel Amber.

"Look at you." She slowly smiled, pulling her top up from the bottom, quickly revealing her black bra to you while throwing the item in her hand. "All bossy now." Her hands moved down to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them all the while you only respected the art.

"Feeling slightly lonely here, Y/n/n." She sang, squirming from her bottoms as you began to undress down into your underwear. Hand wrapping around the harness of the strap-on while she finally moved to unclip her garment, moving it aside.

And God did she look amazing, her golden skin tone reached down past her neck. Her breasts on display for you, and you only to see as you move on your bed towards her. Her nipples slowly rising as the cooler air circled her, her body leaning backwards as you crept closer.

"You're really pretty." You whispered, sounding a bit like a love-sick fool, though Rachel didn't really seem to mind. "I could say that about both of us." She agreed, deciding she liked both herself and you with less clothes on.

"Are you sure about this?" You interrupted her thoughts, looking down at the bare space between her thighs, you didn't know when she'd stripped from her undergarments, but they were in fact gone.

"I've never been more sure about anything." Was her reply, spreading her legs, opening her glistening cunt to you while you tried not to choke on your own saliva and make it less obvious you couldn't tear away your gaze from her entire existence.

"But won't it be weird after?" She rolled her eyes. "Doesn't every girl have sex with her best friend at least once?" You adjusted yourself as the question poured from her lips, the tip of the fake dick accidentally brushing and pushing against her clit making her let out a warm noise.

"Besides," She continued, reaching down to align yourself with her. "you feel really good and I really want you." Ignoring your burning face and body, you nodded your head and took a deep breath while allowing her to lubricate the cock with herself. Her pupils never tore away from yours while she did so.

"Now just please fuck me, Y/n/n." The sound of your nickname in her sweet voice made you comply so quick it was slightly embarrassing.

The strap slipped in, your eyes locked to the way it disappeared inside of her, moving your hips back and forth in awe. All the while she was trying not to claw at your body, admiring your face and almost wishing she could take a photo of your pussy whipped face.

"More, fuck, more." Your confidence was gaining at your pace, your hands moving down to grip at her hips and thighs while spreading her further. Soft moans slipping out one after another while she reached towards you to grab any part of you that she could.

Settling on your forearms, Rachel watched the way you disappeared inside her again and again, slipping a bit deeper each time. Her juices lathering the silicone and making it easier and easier to fuck her into your pile of pillows.

"Oh shit-" No girl sounded like Rachel, or looked like her for that matter. At least not to you. Rachel Amber was one of a kind, your best friend in the entire world, and now she was the pretty girl getting dicked down in your bedroom by you.

"I k-know w-what you're thin-thinki-ing-" She whimpered, whining when you pulled her closer. "I'm sure you do, Rach." You giggled, acting as if this was just another sleepover with you both.

She wiggled and squirmed in her spot, head falling back as you continued to slam your hips into hers. Skin on skin echoing against your walls and surely tumbling out the window at the same time.

Her nails dug into you, much different from her earlier light, feather touches. Not that you minded, looking at her painted fingertips create little half moons on your flesh.

"Fuck, Rach." She nearly came at the sound of your voice, focusing on your face with everything she could. She wanted to memorize how pretty you looked while deep inside her.

"Any of your exes as good as your best friend?" She asked out of breath as you wiped your forehead, her hand moving down to play with herself. "Huh?"

When she met your eyes they were darker, more focused and a much amount of boldness had infected them.

"Fuck no." You said swiftly, pushing her legs back and pressing them against her causing her to cry out. "Never."

"Don't stop- fuck- m'gonna-" You nodded down to her, allowing Rachel to pull you down and press her forehead against yours. And you began wondering, as she did this, if you were still going to be best friends after you got done making her come on your fake cock.

"Go ahead Rachel... I wanna see you." She herself blushed at your comment, but nothing but blabbered noises followed in response.

Then came her moans that suddenly got much louder, turning into high-pitched noises that sounded pornographic as you listened to her. Smiling to yourself, lips ghosting over hers but you didn't actually kiss her.

That might be too far.

And as you thrusted back and forth, slowing your pace to calm her and yourself down, you thought she was so gorgeous with her half lidded eyes and messy hair.

"Was it what you thought it'd be?" You asked her, backing up and resting your hand against her knee. The other moving to massage her lower belly while she tried to calm her pounding heart.

"You have hella hip game." You tried not to laugh while pulling out of her, rubbing her thigh to make the exit easier on her. Though, she still made a noise at the sensitive emptiness.

"I try." The overbearing suddenness of the empty room mixed with the bareness of you both was nearly breathtaking.

"You just had sex with me and you're still being awkward?" She said, teasing more as you groaned, unclipping the toy and dropping it aside to clean later.

"Well what if you don't wanna be friends with me cause my dick game sucks then I have a reason to be awkward." She playfully slapped your arm as you said this, pushing her golden hair backwards.

"I think your dick game is pretty good, but I need to make sure you don't kiss like a fish." The impending doom feeling suddenly came back at full force, after all of this, you still wanted to faint.

"I mean..." She leaned upwards, her breath warming your mouth. "I don't think I kiss like a fish." You finished in a whisper.

"I'll be the judge of that."

Rachel Amber would be the death of you.

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slut4megantheestallion · 7 days ago

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"More than words"

Rachel amber x fem! reader‧₊˚✧

Summary: You and Rachel have been best friends for such a long time,but things changed when you started dating a boy, Rachel jealousy reveals her hidden feelings for you, so one day you wanted to look good for your date, but Rachel shows you how much she's so much better than your date~

Warning ⚠️: fluff, angst, jealousy, best-friends- to lovers, fem!reader, making out, fingering, breast play, pet names, Dom! Rachel sub!reader.

You and Rachel had been inseparable since childhood. It wasn’t just a friendship—it was a bond so deep, so unshakable, that neither of you ever questioned it. From the moment you met as kids, something had just clicked. You did everything together—late-night sneaking out, running barefoot through the sand at the beach, making up ridiculous inside jokes no one else understood. You spent hours talking about everything and nothing, sharing secrets you never told anyone else.

Rachel was your person. And you were hers.

The two of you had always talked about leaving Arcadia Bay, dreaming of a bigger, better life somewhere else. Somewhere exciting, where you could be whoever you wanted, without the weight of this dead-end town holding you back. You had made a pact when you were thirteen, pinkies locked together under the streetlights—one day, you’d get out of here together.

Rachel had always been the bold one, the reckless one, pulling you into her whirlwind of chaos and adventure. You grounded her, kept her from spiraling too far, but you also loved the way she made your world feel bigger, brighter. You had never met anyone like her—someone who could set a room on fire just by walking into it, who made everything feel electric.

She had always been protective of you, but you never thought much of it. If anyone messed with you, Rachel was the first to step in, her sharp tongue and cutting glare shutting down any threat before it could escalate. It was just how she was. It never occurred to you that maybe there was more to it.

Not until Ryan came along.

It started with a history project. You and Ryan got paired up, forced to spend extra time together outside of class. At first, it was just study sessions at the library, exchanging notes and quizzing each other. But then, you started talking about things that had nothing to do with history. He was funny, in a kind of awkward, dorky way, always trying too hard to make you laugh. And somehow, it worked.

Rachel noticed the shift immediately. The way your phone buzzed more often, the way your attention seemed split. It wasn’t much at first, but then one day, she saw you sitting with him at lunch instead of your usual spot next to her, laughing at something he said, your body leaning just slightly toward his.

Something in her chest twisted, sharp and painful.

"Who’s that?” she asked later that day as the two of you walked toward the junkyard, kicking loose gravel along the way.

"Huh?" You glanced at her, confused.

“That guy you were with at lunch,” she said, trying to sound casual, but there was an edge to her voice.

“Oh, Ryan?” You smiled. “He’s in my history class. We’ve been hanging out a little.”

Rachel scoffed. “Yeah, I noticed.”

You raised a brow at her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, staring straight ahead. “Just... didn’t think you’d ditch me for some random dude.”

You frowned. “I’m not ditching you, Rach. He’s just—he’s nice, okay? And fun to talk to.”

Rachel huffed, kicking a rock with more force than necessary. “Sure. Whatever.”

You sighed, stopping in your tracks. “Okay, what’s your problem? Seriously.”

Rachel stopped, too, turning to face you. “I don’t have a problem.”

"You obviously do.”

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “I just don’t get why you’re wasting your time with some guy who probably doesn’t even know shit about you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not fair.”

Rachel exhaled through her nose, frustration clear on her face. She wanted to say more to tell you exactly why this bothered her so much, but she couldn’t. Instead, she forced a smirk and shrugged. “Fine. I’ll back off. He’s cool. Whatever makes you happy.”

You didn’t believe her, but you let it go.

For the next few weeks, Rachel had to endure seeing you with Ryan everywhere—walking to class, sitting too close at lunch, leaning against your locker as he made you laugh. It was torture. But she never said a word. She just swallowed the bitterness and pretended she didn’t care, even as it ate her alive.

Then, one night, the two of you were back at the junkyard, sitting on the hood of an old car, the sky stretching endlessly above you. The air smelled like rust and cigarette smoke, the quiet hum of the night surrounding you.

Rachel took a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling slowly. “So, how’s loverboy?”

You laughed, nudging her playfully. “Why do you call him that?”

Rachel smirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Because that’s what he is, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s good. Actually, he asked me out.”

Rachel froze. “Oh.”

You didn’t notice the way her grip on her cigarette tightened. “Yeah, he wants to take me to the movies on Friday. Pretty casual.”

Rachel forced a smirk. “Wow. A movie. Real original.”

You chuckled. “What, you got a better idea?”

You laughed again, but then your smile softened as you looked at her. “You don’t like him, do you?”

Rachel hesitated for a second too long before shrugging. “I never said that.”

“But you don’t.”

Rachel exhaled through her nose, flicking ash off her cigarette. “I just don’t think he’s all that special.”

You sighed. “I don’t get you, Rach.”

Rachel finally looked at you, her hazel eyes intense in the dim light. “Yeah? Well, maybe you don’t have to.”

The next night, Rachel lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying every moment she had spent with you. Every laugh, every late-night conversation, every time you looked at her like she was your whole world—at least, that’s how she used to think you saw her. But now, you were seeing someone else. Spending time with someone else. Letting someone else make you laugh the way she always had.

Her phone vibrated beside her, breaking her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. Your name.

Rachel hesitated. For the first time ever, she thought about letting it go to voicemail. But she never could ignore you. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and answered.

“Hey, Rach!” Your voice was bright, excited. Rachel could hear the smile in it, and that alone made her stomach twist. “I need your help.”

Rachel swallowed, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“I need you to come over and do my makeup—make me look pretty. Ryan asked me out, and I wanna look good.”

The words hit Rachel like a punch to the gut. Her fingers tightened around her phone. She had known this was coming, had seen it coming for weeks now, but hearing you say it—hearing the excitement in your voice over some guy—made it feel so much worse.

“Oh.” It was all she could manage for a moment. She shut her eyes and took a slow breath. “Yeah. Sure. I can do that.”

"Really? You’re the best! Can you come over soon?”

Rachel bit the inside of her cheek. Her first instinct was to make up an excuse. To say she was busy. To say anything that would get her out of having to sit there and make you look pretty for someone else. Someone who wasn’t her.

But she couldn’t say no to you. She never could.

“Yeah.” Her voice came out softer than she intended. “I’ll be there soon.”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Love you, Rach.”

Rachel’s breath caught in her throat. Love you. You said it so easily, so casually, without a second thought. And that was the difference. To you, it was just something friends said. To Rachel, it was everything.

"Yeah,” she muttered. “Love you too.”

The call ended.

Rachel let her phone drop onto her bed, staring blankly at the wall.

This was torture. This was some kind of cruel, cosmic joke.

You wanted her to make you look good for your date.

You wanted her help to impress someone else.

Rachel let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through her hair. Maybe this was her punishment for never telling you how she felt. For always pushing it down, convincing herself she was fine just being your best friend.

She wasn’t fine.

And she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend to be.

Rachel stood outside your door, her makeup bag clutched in her hand, heart pounding against her ribs. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to do this. But she had to. Because you asked her to. Because you trusted her. Because she was your best friend.

The door swung open, and before Rachel could even get a word out, you threw your arms around her. “Rach! Thank you for coming.”

Rachel froze for a split second before melting into the hug, her free arm wrapping around you tightly. You smelled like vanilla and something uniquely you, and for a moment, she let herself sink into it.

"Of course," she murmured, pulling away just enough to look at you. “Wouldn’t miss it.” Even though she wished she could.

You grinned, grabbing her hand and tugging her inside. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

Rachel followed, forcing herself to focus on the small talk you made along the way instead of the sinking feeling in her chest.

"I just really wanna look good tonight,” you said as you pushed open your bedroom door, leading Rachel inside. “Ryan’s taking me to that new café downtown, and I dunno… I just wanna impress him.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, setting her bag down on your desk with a little more force than necessary. "You already look good," she muttered, rummaging through her supplies. "You don’t need makeup to impress some guy."

You laughed, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Rach, come on. You know what I mean.”

Rachel didn’t. Not really. Because in her eyes, you were already perfect.

But she didn’t argue. Instead, she grabbed a brush and turned to face you. “Alright, sit still.”

You obeyed, closing your eyes as Rachel got to work. She took her time, blending and brushing, fingers ghosting over your skin with a gentleness you didn’t even notice. But Rachel did.

She took in every detail—how your lips parted slightly when she traced powder over your cheekbones, how your lashes fluttered as she lined your eyes, how your lips curved into a soft smile when she smudged a little gloss onto them.

Her heart ached.

"All done," Rachel finally said, stepping back to admire her work.

the mirror. A delighted gasp left your lips. "Rach, this looks amazing! Thank you!"

Before she could react, you turned and pulled her into another hug. Rachel stiffened, then exhaled, wrapping her arms around you again, clinging to the moment.

But then you pulled back. And Rachel saw it—the way your lips glistened, the way you looked up at her with nothing but warmth, nothing but trust.

And before she could stop herself, before she could even think—She kissed you.

It happened so fast, your breath hitched, body going still as Rachel’s lips pressed against yours. It wasn’t hesitant, wasn’t unsure. It was desperate, full of years of buried feelings spilling out all at once.

When she pulled away, her eyes flickered over your face, searching for something—anything—that told her she hadn’t just ruined everything.

Your lips tingled. Your mind raced. Rachel’s eyes widened in horror as if she had just shattered something between you both.

“Shit,” she whispered, stepping back quickly. “I—I didn’t mean—”

You opened your mouth, but no words came. You were still frozen, still processing. Rachel searched your face, and whatever she saw, there must’ve confirmed her worst fears because her expression hardened, guarded.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” Her voice was tight, controlled, but there was something raw beneath it. Before you could even think of what to say, she turned and walked out of your room. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you standing there, still tasting her on your lips.

You were supposed to be thinking about Ryan tonight.

Yet, as you sat across from him at the small, cozy café downtown, your mind was anywhere but here.

Ryan was talking—something about an indie band he was obsessed with—but his words faded into the background as you stirred your drink absentmindedly. The date had started off fine. He picked a nice place, got you both something sweet, and the conversation flowed easily at first. But as the night went on, the enthusiasm you initially had for this date had slowly dimmed.

It wasn’t that Ryan wasn’t great—he was kind, funny, and a little dorky in an endearing way. But every time he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but think about someone else.

Rachel.

Her lips.

The way she looked at you right before she kissed you, like she had been holding it in forever.

You caught yourself biting your lip and quickly shook off the thought, refocusing on Ryan, who was now watching you with mild concern.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked. “You’ve been kinda quiet for a while.”

Shit. You forced a small smile. “Yeah, sorry. Just a lot on my mind.”

Ryan nodded, sipping his drink. “Is it Rachel?”

You stiffened. “What?”

He let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… you guys are close, right? She’s been kinda avoiding you all week. Figured something was up.”

You sighed, stirring your drink again. “Yeah. Something happened between us. And I think I messed up.”

Ryan studied you for a moment, then leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Do you… like her?”

Your stomach twisted. “I don’t know.” It wasn’t a lie—you had never thought about Rachel like that before. But now, after that kiss, after her absence left you feeling so hollow… it was hard to ignore.

Ryan smiled softly. “You do.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “This date was really nice, and you’re great, but…” You hesitated, meeting his gaze. “I think it’s best if we just stay friends.”

Ryan blinked, surprised, but then he let out a small, amused huff. “Wow. Getting dumped on the first date. That’s a new record.”

You groaned, but he laughed. “I’m kidding, I swear,” he said, grinning. “I mean, yeah, it sucks, but I kind of saw it coming. And honestly? I’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.”

Relief flooded you. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Besides, if Rachel likes you even half as much as I think she does, I don’t stand a chance.”

That made your heart skip a beat.

Ryan stood up, throwing a few bills on the table. “C’mon, let me walk you home.”

The walk back was quiet and comfortable. Ryan gave you a hug before parting ways, and as soon as he was gone, you pulled out your phone.

You: Can you come over? Please. We need to talk.

For a long moment, nothing. Then—

Rachel: On my way.

Your hands were a little clammy as you paced your room, waiting. When you heard the knock at the door, you took a deep breath before opening it.

Rachel stood there, arms crossed, her usual confident demeanor cracking just slightly as she looked at you.

You stepped aside, letting her in. She hesitated before walking in, standing stiffly by your bed.

“Why did you kiss me?” you asked, skipping any pretense.

Rachel flinched, looking anywhere but you. “I told you—I didn’t mean to.”

You stepped closer. “That’s not true.”

Rachel let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through her hair. “Fine. You wanna know the truth? I’ve liked you for years. And I never said anything because I didn’t want to lose you. But then you started hanging out with Ryan and talking about him all the time, and it—” She exhaled sharply. “It fucking sucked. I felt like I was losing you, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

You swallowed, taking another step closer. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because it wouldn’t have changed anything!” Rachel looked at you, eyes burning with frustration and something else—something more vulnerable. “You liked Ryan. You wanted to be with him. And I was just—your best friend. That’s all I was ever gonna be.”

You took her hands in yours, and for the first time in days, Rachel stilled.

“I called off the date.”

Rachel’s breath hitched. “What?”

You smiled softly. “For the past week, all I could think about was you. That kiss. You being upset. How I never even considered how you might feel. And I’m sorry for that.” You squeezed her hands. “Because the truth is, I think I like you too.”

Rachel’s lips parted in shock, like she didn’t quite believe what she was hearing. “You�� you do?”

Instead of answering, you kissed her.

Rachel froze for only a second before melting into you, kissing you like she had been waiting forever to do it again. Her hands cupped your face, pulling you closer, deepening it. This time, it wasn’t desperate or rushed—it was slow, warm, perfect.

You guided her toward the bed, lips never leaving hers. When you both collapsed onto the mattress, the kiss turned into something more—something needy, something consuming. Rachel’s hands roamed over your sides, slipping beneath your shirt, fingers teasing against your bare skin.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispered, voice breathy against your lips.

You shook your head, tilting your chin up as her lips moved to your neck. “Don’t want you to.”

Rachel groaned, pressing you deeper into the mattress as her fingers traced over your stomach, then higher, slipping under your bra. You gasped when she cupped your breast, thumb circling over your nipple.

“Fuck,” Rachel muttered, lips trailing down, down. “Let me show you how much better I am than him.”

Rachel’s fingers trailed up your thigh, slow and deliberate, making you squirm beneath her. She loved this—loved how easily she could take control, how your body melted at just the slightest touch. Her knee pressed between your legs, spreading you wider as she hovered over you, her eyes dark with something possessive, something hungry.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," she murmured, her lips barely brushing against your ear. "To have you like this… needy, desperate, fucking soaking for me."

Your breath hitched as her hand slid under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your stomach before moving up, teasing the underside of your breasts. She smirked when you arched into her touch, her thumbs rubbing slow circles over your nipples through your bra.

Such a sensitive little thing," she cooed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. "Bet he never even touched you like this, huh?"

You shook your head, a whimper escaping your lips as Rachel pulled down your bra, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Her fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between her fingertips before leaning down, taking one into her mouth.

"R-Rachel," you gasped, your fingers threading into her hair, holding her close.

She hummed around your nipple, her tongue flicking and teasing before biting down just enough to make you jolt. "Mmm, you like that?" she murmured, kissing lower, dragging her tongue along your skin as she worked her way down.

Her hands slid to the waistband of your shorts, and with one swift motion, she yanked them down along with your underwear, leaving you bare beneath her. Rachel sat back, eyes drinking you in, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck," she exhaled, her fingers tracing up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of where you needed her. "Look at you… so wet already. Did just my touch do this to you, sweetheart?"

You nodded, breathless, but Rachel tsked, shaking her head. "Use your words, baby. Tell me who got you this soaked."

"You did," you whimpered, hips lifting slightly, desperate for more. "Please, Rachel—"

"That’s right," she murmured, finally dragging her fingers through your slick folds, parting them with ease. "Only me."

She teased you, her fingertips just barely circling your clit, watching as you trembled beneath her. Then, with deliberate slowness, she pressed a single finger inside, groaning at how easily you took her in.

"Fuck, you’re tight," she breathed, her lips curving into a smirk as she curled her finger, stroking that perfect spot inside you. "So perfect for me."

She added another finger, thrusting deeper, her pace slow but firm. You clenched around her, your hips rolling to meet her movements, but she held you down, keeping you exactly where she wanted you.

"That’s it, sweetheart," she cooed, pressing a kiss against your parted lips. "Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good."

Her thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles as her fingers pumped in and out of you, stretching you open. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of her fingers working you, your moans growing louder, needier.

"Fuck, Rachel—please—"

Rachel’s smirk deepened. "Please what, baby? Say it. Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want—fuck—more," you gasped, your hands gripping at her shoulders. "Rachel, I—"

"Shh, I got you," she hushed, curling her fingers just right, hitting that spot that made you cry out. "Gonna make you cum so hard, baby. Gonna make you forget all about him."

Her pace quickened, fingers thrusting into you with purpose, her thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. You felt the heat coiling deep in your stomach, pleasure building, overwhelming.

"That’s it, sweetheart," Rachel moaned, watching you unravel beneath her. "Let go for me. Cum for me."

And when you finally shattered, your body tensing before pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, Rachel didn’t let up—her fingers worked you through it, milking every last aftershock until you were a trembling mess beneath her.

She kissed you, deep and possessive, her fingers still lazily stroking your oversensitive core. "Mine," she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. "You’re mine."

As the aftershocks of your orgasm faded, Rachel slowed her movements, her touch turning gentle as she pulled her fingers from you, making you shudder at the loss. She brought them to her lips, licking them clean with a satisfied hum before leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead.

"You okay, sweetheart?" she murmured, her voice softer now, lacking the teasing edge from before.

You nodded, still breathless, your body warm and relaxed beneath her. Rachel smiled, shifting to lie beside you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against her. She smelled like vanilla and the faintest hint of cigarettes, comforting and familiar.

Neither of you spoke for a moment, just lying there, tangled together, feeling the rise and fall of each other’s breathing. Rachel’s fingers absentmindedly traced shapes along your bare skin, and you closed your eyes, soaking in the warmth of her touch.

Then, she broke the silence with a hesitant chuckle. "So… does this mean we’re a thing now?"

You opened your eyes, meeting her gaze—there was something vulnerable there, something unsure, despite all the confidence she usually carried. It made your heart squeeze.

A soft smile spread across your lips, and you reached up, cupping her cheek. "Yeah, Rach. We’re a thing."

Rachel’s face lit up, and before you could say anything else, she crashed her lips against yours, this time with nothing but joy and relief behind it. The kiss was slow, sweet, filled with all the things she had never been able to say before.

When you pulled away, she grinned at you, her nose bumping against yours. "Good. ‘Cause I wasn’t about to let you go that easy."

You laughed, resting your forehead against hers. "I wouldn’t want you to."

And as you lay there, wrapped up in each other, Rachel pressed small kisses all over your face, making you giggle. "Mine," she whispered against your skin, her arms tightening around you.

"Yours," you confirmed, snuggling closer.

For the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly how it was meant to be.

#life is strange rachel #rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #more rachel amber content #life is strange x reader #life is strange before the storm #i'm feeding y'all more content 😌#fem!reader #wlw x reader #Spotify #life is strange smut #rachel amber smut #mdni

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bnecaz · 6 months ago

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I could fix her but I like her the way she is

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kamii-2 · 11 months ago

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Could you do a shy female reader x Rachel smut where the reader has a secret sex toy collection. Rachel finds it one day and decides to dom the hell out of her poor girlfriend :)

hi anon!! i’m back from my short break and i love this request so much

warnings: smut, cussing, fingering, making out, oral sex, sex toys (straps and vibrators), edging

pairing(s): dom rachel amber x sub fem!reader

genre: smut

pov: third person omniscient (imma start adding this to every story)

NOT PROOFREAD ⭐️

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y/n and rachel had been together for 9 months, their sex was vanilla but they were both happy. the ‘worst’ thing they have done is rachel edging y/n, which doesn’t happen often. y/n loved it when rachel edged her, she wished rachel would do more freaky things to her but as too shy to say anything, so she started buying sex toys behind rachel’s back, and somehow hid it very well in her closet, they were in the corner in their boxes covered by random things.

rachel was a freak and did not hide it, the only reason she has not tried to do anything crazy with y/n is because she thinks she doesn’t like it, that’s why she doesn’t edge her often but she was very wrong.

y/n was out with some friends and rachel was at y/n’s house waiting for her to come home. y/n knew rachel was there and was a bit nervous she would come across her stuff because rachel does like to be nosy and look through her things but brushed it away after a while.

well, y/n was right.

rachel did exactly what y/n was scared would happen. rachel got bored and was looking through y/n’s room. she just wanted to see what kinds of things she had in her room. she looked through her nightstand and only found random little things like batteries and pictures of y/n and her.

when she got to the closet she only seen clothes and suitcases and other things you would normally keep in your closet. but then she spotted the top of a box in the corner, she was a little confused of what it could be till she moved everything that was in the way, she smiled so big when she seen all of the toys. she picked up the first thing she seen, which was a strap.

she was thinking of all the things she could do to y/n, she put the strap down and picked up a vibrator. rachel was shocked her quiet, shy, and sweet girlfriend was into stuff like this. when she was putting the vibrator back she knocked over all of the other boxes and found handcuffs and blindfolds. this made rachel’s jaw drop to the floor. she was 10x more shocked than before. she was super excited for when y/n came home.

it was 12:11 pm and y/n was on the way home from hanging out with friends. her and her friends went to a coffee shop and were studying and talking. (that is the most basic thing i have ever wrote in my life, anyway back to the fic)

when y/n got home rachel was sitting in the living room watching something random on tv. “hey y/n” rachel said trying to not smiling a little too hard. “hi rachel” y/n said while leaning over from behind the couch and kissing rachel on the cheek. after kissing her, y/n went in the kitchen to get a drink. “y/n,” rachel called out, trying to hold back a smile, “yea?” y/n responded while taking a sip of her water.

“so, i uh .. went through your closet.”

y/n’s heart dropped to her stomach, she hoped and prayed she found something .. anything else. rachel walked in the kitchen with a huge smile, “why didn’t you tell me you’re into that kind of stuff?” rachel walked closed to her, grabbing her girlfriends waist and running her hands up and down her hips. y/n was a bit embarrassed that rachel found out the way she did but it’s better than her never finding out or y/n having to tell her herself. “i don’t even know” y/n replied while looking staring into rachel’s eyes, it was obvious rachel wanted to fuck y/n and y/n wanted to get fucked by rachel.

“well, why don’t we try them out? cause it’s clear you haven’t used some of them in that closet” rachel said while getting closer to y/n. her hands traveled from y/n’s hips to her ass, gripping it. y/n was hot and bothered from all of rachel’s actions, she no longer cared her girlfriend found them, she was glad.

“please.” was all y/n could get out, she was thinking of all of the things they would do.

when they reached y/n’s room, rachel told her to sit on the bed which y/n obviously obeyed. rachel walked to the closet and opened it, immediately grabbing the boxed strap. “i’m excited to use this on you” rachel said while smiling and walking over to y/n. y/n looked up at her with doe eyes, hiding her excitement for what’s about to come. (pun intended)

rachel began to unbox the strap, it was pink and about 7 1/2 inches long, she was a bit shocked her quiet girlfriend would buy something like this but loved it nonetheless. y/n was sitting there examining rachel expressions and wondering what kinds of things they would do tonight. she was thinking about how hard and fast she would be getting fucked tonight, what positions they would be in, how long they would fuck for, if rachel would use other things from the close on her like the handcuffs and blindfold, she hoped she did.

after rachel opened it she put it on the bed next to y/n and straddled her while pushing her back on the bed..

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i’m so sorry for anon but i lost all motivation to finish this but hopefully you enjoy the “finished” product!! anyway bye love you all 💋💋

#life is strange bts #rachel amber #smut #rachel amber x reader #this is my first x reader post for this fandom

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hugebrainrot · 2 months ago

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partner in time ꩜.ᐟ

“when chloe smiles, the world stops moving, and i don't know if i should let it start again.”

when max caulfield returns to arcadia bay, she reconnects with her old friend chloe price and discovers she can rewind time. as max and chloe's bond grows into something more, rachel amber the girl that went missing suddenly returns, bringing secrets that could tear them apart. with time slipping away, max must uncover the truth before she loses everything all over again.

disclaimer; this is an ongoing fanfic, but don’t worry i’m actively working on it :) ive also never used tumblr before so pls be understanding as i learn to navigate this app LMFAO ANYWAY ENJOY MWAH <3

CHAPTERS 🦋🌪️

chapter 1: the butterfly effect

chapter 2: arcadia blues

#life is strange fanfic #life is strange #chloe price #rachel amber #max caulfield #lis #lis fanfic #life is strange smut #life is strange fan fiction #life is strange story #max caufield #chloe price fanfic #max caufield fanfic #max and chloe #max and chloe smut #max and chloe fanfic #rachel amber and chloe #rachel amber max caufield

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lifeissimssnapshots · 5 months ago

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Other Fanfics I Write

If you're looking for a longer, more detailed version of this blog, follow me on Archive of Our Own. I am currently updating a fanfic similar to this blog. Thanks for the support ^_^ > ✨

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walkingzombiegirl · 9 months ago

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Ahhh! So happy to see this blog finally unveiled! Would love to be the first request. Chloe, Rachel, and their very shy girlfriend. Basically two doms and their sub. Some petplay aspects if you're comfortable.

━ 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - chloe price x reader x rachel amber ( poly )

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - rachel loves your attention, unfortunately so does chloe, you just love basking in it. even when rachel as to keep her mouth in check.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - smut, cursing, tongue f*cking, v fingering, cl*t play, oral sex ( r! receiving ), dom!rachel, dom!chloe, sub!reader

𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - they're both attention whore methinks, also I'm so lazy I refuse to proofread this rn

It was hard to breathe, the choking smell of marijuana mixed with cigarette smoke rushed you. Filling every sense as her mint tasting breath fanned your lips, smokey eyes staring into your own with a rock tune playing in the back that you didn't know the words too.

She was like a siren, speaking but you only heard a melody, her nail tracing your jawline. Her lipstick was smeared and now was stretched across your glistening lips reminding you three of her claim.

"Take off your shirt."

Rachel blinked, waiting.

"But-" "C'mon..." She dragged the word out the moment after interrupting you, focusing instead on the way Chloe's pale palm cupped your stomach and played with the hem of the piece of clothing. "I want to see how pretty you look under there." The whisper was as sweet as honey, beckoning you towards the edge of the sea, teetering you towards the rocks and waves.

"Show me and Chloe how pretty your tits are." She giggled despite the vulgarity and her hand moved to brush the tips of her fingers over your neck. Tracing the marks, deep and pulsing and pressed with teeth marks. You felt your face get hot.

"I..." "I can't hear you, kitty cat." She sang, her nail running along your cheekbone. From behind you, Chloe let out a breath of amusement, her hand disappearing and a puff of smoke moving past your head with a whimsical motion, freely dancing through the room and you wondered how it felt to be so bottomless.

"Take off your shirt." Rachel spoke in a haze, still singing her death song in your ear, beckoning you forward towards land that didn't exist, only a hallucination to the eyes. "Okay.." You agreed.

You refused to look at her face, instead dropping your own sight to your breasts as you pushed your shirt away and onto the ground. Rachel's hand ghosting over one before being pulled away with a sigh.

"Don't do that." Her hand gripped your face, squishing your cheeks as her red nails kissed your skin. "Don't look away, you look so pretty like this... I wanna see all of you. Like last time..."

"You're not the only one." Chloe spoke, her sarcastic voice clang against every word that Rachel had said both soft and sharp, her emerald eyes briefly flickered to the girl passed your head with an expression unknown deep inside them. "I'd be quiet if I were you," she paused, facing you again with a grin, "or you won't get a taste."

The pressure lessened against your face but her grip never faltered, her gaze though, it moved amongst the room like a predator searching for something. Careful and calculated.

"That's not fair, Rach." Another huff of smoke, this time curling around your cheeks and ears from behind, tickling your noise and burning only the uppermost layer of your eyes.

"What's not fair is that this girl still has her bottoms on." Her head snapped to yours in a motion that made you flinch like a startled animal. An antelope caught in a trap, circled by two lions bearing their teeth.

"Hm... I think you're right." Chloe huffed in a breath, the sound of the ashtray clinking followed after. "Lay back, kitty, you're worried for nothing at all." But that was a lie, because the honey had seemingly been gobbled up, a cruel tease sounding in her voice where the hum of comfort had dropped. However, you didn't need to be told twice.

Chloe guided you backwards, hands grabbing away like a woman holding gold for the first time. Greedy and willing to cherish it all.

"Fuck yeah..." The blue haired girl muttered. You tilted your head up to look at her, feeling her fingers tease at your nipples while Rachel tugged at your shorts. "I like this version of you better than the shy one." She then stated, pinching one of the buds getting a whimper in response, your body shuddered.

"Chloe..." You said in a quiet voice, looking at her hand which danced around your chest. "Speak up." She moved down, nipping at your ear which caused a giggle to leave your throat.

Rachel watched, listening to the whispers of sweetness that Chloe gave through her own light breaths of laughter. All the while her hands moved, ghosting over your throbbing cunt and she nearly laughed and how quickly you snapped to look. Now it was Chloe's turn to watch.

"Eyes on me, kitty cat." Chloe muttered something under her breath that you couldn't hear. The world seemingly tunneled instead towards the way Rachel stuck out her tongue and took a large stride up your slit, even the sound you made was deaf to your ears.

"Tease." You did hear, Rachel's eyes boring into Chloe's as she began to tongue fuck your aching entrance, lips wrapped around you. You could barely pay attention to their struggle for dominance and instead dug your head against Chloe's torso, crying out for more.

Anything, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask. Luckily, you didn't need to.

Chloe's thin fingers circled your clit, her other hand still grabbing and achingly playing with your tit. You could hear Rachel making sound, vibrating everything between your legs but all that would come out was a few 'yeses' sputtered and liquid moans which gushed praise over both of their heads.

"How's that feel baby?" Her voice teased, watching you closely as Chloe kept you rocking towards the edge. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm-" "Don't be a dick, Rach, let her cum. She's been good the whole time."

The glare that Rachel then gave in return could've killed an entire sea of pirates, her grin that followed even sharper.

"You're so getting fucked later." "Bite me." Your whimpering brought them both back to reality, Rachel's eyes softening yet still as firey as ever.

"Aww I'm sorry, did we forget about you?" It was difficult to keep your eyes settled on her, but your face still felt her grasp though, now ghosted. "Let me fix that, since Chloe can't shut the fuck up." Chloe rolled her eyes at this, leaning down to kiss your neck and cheek instead.

Her mouth quickly returned to its previous intention. Fingers gliding into your hole effortlessly, her mouth covering all of the area Chloe couldn't with her still moving fingers. Her eyes never leaving yours no matter how much Chloe kissed and nipped at your skin.

The coil had wound tightly before you even realized, a barrel of girly noises and hums of pleasure escaping you before you could stop them. So close to the edge, and as far from teased as you could get, your hips began to push against her face out of pure need.

You needed more of her, so much more of her that you quickly got from the sudden psychotic glint in her eye. She moved faster, a wet sound filling up the room to the brim while she finger fucked you, her other hand keeping one of your legs back from closing.

"Guy- Guys-" Your head tossed back as you came against her mouth, feeling Chloe's kisses still and her hand lazily flicking your clit. A euphoric wave rushing from your thighs to the tippy top of your entire body.

You jerked towards her again, cheek pressed against Chloe's face as you instinctively turned towards her. It made her grin, looking at your flustered and open mouthed face.

"You're really hot." She whispered to you and seemingly no one at the same time, the tic of your orgasm still making you flinch. Your breath coming in short and deep waves, breaking away before returning.

You looked away, cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment.

"Isn't she?" Rachel's cockier tone cut in, lifting herself so her chest pressed with yours, mouth latching onto your own. It allowed you to taste how sweet your cunt was, her lips still wet with arousal and saliva as she smiled widely. "Again?"

"Fucking hell, can't I get a turn?" "Chloe I'm gonna kill you."

i think i accidentally favored rachel in this because funny enough i used to hate her but i have grown

#chloe price #chloe price x reader #chloe price x you #rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #life is strange #lis #life is strange x reader

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millersfinest · 4 months ago

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˗ˏˋ el’s manor ´ˎ˗

writing for. . . tlou & arcane & life is strange (women only)

about me. . .

✰ i have a million accounts on here

✰ i’m twenty-one, a pisces, and a creative writing major

✰ i love women

✰ REQUESTS ARE OPEN

below the cut are recent works!

⊹ ࣪ ˖

taglist form (for recent works)

arcane. . . .

violet

✰ in development

caitlyn kiramman

✰ little death (angst + smut) pt. 1

sevika

✰ in development

mel medarda

✰ in development

jinx

✰ in development

other league of legends characters (requested or of my own interest)

✰ in development

the last of us. . . .

ellie williams

✰ pluto and charon (fluff)

✰ two truths & a lie (fluff + angst)

✰ the thing in your chest that beats (angst + smut) pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

✰ dating ellie williams hc

✰ untethered (angst, fluff + potential smut) pt. 1 , pt.2 , pt.3

dina

✰ in development

abby anderson

✰ in development

cat

✰ dating cat hc

life is strange. . . .

max caulfield

✰ in development

chloe price

✰ in development

rachel amber

✰ in development

(double exposure characters)

amanda thomas

✰ in development

safiya llewelyn-fayyad

✰ in development

gwen hunter

✰ sugar or honey?

#millersfinest #🪅#tlou #arcane #life is strange

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mwahbabe · 3 months ago

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˖⁺‧₊ ˚✧ my lil brainstorm/ideas list ˚ ⋆ ☆

chloe price ☠︎⋆₊♰.

sfw

❥ baby stoner reader!getting high with her for the first time

❥ chloe x stem! reader headcanons

❥ comforting chloe after a nightmare

❥ chloe comforting you after a nightmare

❥ cuddles & wake n bake with her (drabble)

nsfw

❥ chloe fucking you after a concert

❥ teasing her <3

❥ chloe x bartender! reader

❥ chloe x onlyfans model headcanons

❥ mechanic!chloe x reader

max caulfield ⋆𖦹⚡︎

sfw

❥ being her muse

❥ coffee date with her

❥ max x mean!reader with a soft spot for her<3

nsfw

❥ max being your spicy photographer

❥ sleepover with her

rachel amber ⋆⭒˚.⋆

sfw

❥ her doing your makeup

❥ rachel x stem reader headcanons

❥ rachel x masc reader headcanons

❥ rachel x hyper-femme reader headcanons

nsfw

❥ angry sex with rachel after an argument

❥ tribbing with rachel

❥ “study” session

❥ rachel with an onlyfans model! reader

❥ ellie williams ☄︎. *. ⋆

sfw

❥ loser ellie headcanons

❥ loser ellie with popular! gf reader

nsfw

❥ friends to lovers

❥ loser!ellie loves eating you out

❥ ellie x pillow princess! reader

❥ ellie x camgirl! reader

❥ ellie x mean!reader with soft spot for her

❥ ellie x stripper! reader

❥ inmate! ellie x inmate! reader

abby anderson ‧₊ ⟢․⁺

sfw

❥ cuddles with abby (drabble)

❥ movie night with her & ellie (ellabs)

❥ short reader with abby headcanons

nsfw

❥ helping her unwind

❥ car sex with her before a party (drabble)

❥ older! abby x reader

❥ abby helping you work out

❥ prison guard! abby x inmate! reader

vi ✦°．•

❥ vi + abby being your workout coaches

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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Hiii bby ! ☺️ i’m literally obsessed with your chloe fics <3 may i request rachel x fem reader smut with soft dom rachel <3 i love her sm

━ 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Rachel Amber x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Smut, cursing, v fingering ( r! receiving ), kissing, sweetness and FLUFFFF, compliments, girlfriend!rachel, top rach, bottom reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope ( I did spell check tho... kinda )

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - AHH ty for the request!! and I'm glad you like my other fics ily sm!!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

Your dorm room was silent, blinds clattering every few minutes from a blow of the wind. Rachel didn't seem to notice like you had though, too busy sorting all of the photos she'd taken in the past few weeks while muttering criticisms to herself. Tossing her least favorites aside.

The golden glow from the window complimented the four walls that you called home currently. Your eyes dancing from each of them as you thought, stretched out and comfortable while pondering what to have for dinner.

The sudden flash of a camera took your mind away from the thoughts of ramen or tacos. Flickering your pupils to the golden haired girl looking at the screen of the camera in her hands with a grin.

"Sorry, you just looked so... majestic."

You rolled your eyes at her dramatics, running your hands down your face while hiding your smile in the process.

"Nothing about me is majestic right now, I can promise you that."

Rachel gasped, placing her hand on her chest. Suddenly a faux expression of shock and horror crossed her face and invaded her irises.

"I didn't take you for a liar and a promise breaker, Y/n."

"What can I say? I'm truly a horrible person at heart."

Rachel stood up, laughing on her way to sit beside you on the mattress. Climbing over your body which made you painfully aware of how little clothing she'd been wearing, having spent the night. Choosing her underwear over her jeans which... who were you to disagree... or complain, for that matter?

"Majestic as well." She joked, resting her head on the pillow next to the one you'd been laying on. "Even if you're blind to your beauty." "Is that a line from one of your plays?" You then asked her, rolling onto your side to face her.

"No, it's a line from my heart." The way Rachel spoke always sounded like she was reciting a poem, making it hard to believe yet entrapping and enticing you all the same. She sounded like a Goldrush, and it matched her appearance as well.

"You should be a poet, if your other career plans fail." You blurted out quietly, listening to her melodic chuckles. "I get that a lot." It was your turn to find her funny, blinking while watching her take in a breath.

"Have been considering it, but I'll need a muse." You listened to her voice, the bed moving as she shifted to lean over you, laying her head against her palm, elbow keeping her raised.

"Something... someone... majestic? To, y'know, get heaps and floods of inspiration from. As those movie artists say, you cannot be a creator without finding something to love that's been already created."

You stared blankly at her, admiring the way her jaw and mouth moved as she spoke. It sounded like she was both joking and serious.

"You just made that up didn't you?" Your question came out before you could think it back in. Her laughter filling up your ears.

"Yeah, but it was hella poetic, right?"

You agreed quietly, smiling up at her while she continued to wonder. Her nail running along your leg making you shift as it had tickled. Though it began feeling less and less ticklish the closer she got to your inner thigh.

"Maybe I should be a poet." You said something to follow up that but it trickled away as she moved closer and closer towards where your shorts had ridden upwards.

"But all my poems would just end up being about you." She muttered, content with the way you squirmed under touch but didn't pull away. The little flicker of a flustered state never passing slowly across your features which made her increasingly bold.

"Oh really?" You spoke just above a whisper, trying your hardest to ignore the thumping in your underwear. Breaths light and shuddering her baby hairs from how close she truly was to your face.

Rachel spared no seconds though, leaning down to kiss your lips, tasting like the fruity drink she'd bought from the convenience store. The half drunk can still set on your side table across the room.

"I love you.." You said happily, muttering it to both yourself and her. Feeling the tips of her fingers inching towards where the seams of your panties met your leg. "Hm... tell me again."

She grinned as she said this, sneaking her way into your shorts and tugging them aside while you gathered yourself once again.

"I love you..." You spoke again, spreading your legs in just the slightest to give her more room to work with. "I love you so much..." A grin crossed your face when speaking, only for it to be replaced by a gasp, her fingertips brushing over your clit before moving in a soft circle.

Rachel just continues to take in every inch of your face, each little curve and indent. Each line and little blemish, her fingers working whilst she tried to paint your entire existence into her memory.

"Do you love me?" Your question was silently answered but was followed by an audible, "Of course I do.." from her. Rachel then leaned down to kiss you again and again while teasing and pleasuring your bundle of nerves. Rolling it against her fingers while you tried your hardest to stay in the same spot and not jerk away or shut your legs.

"You're my muse..." She gave you a smirk, referring to herself earlier while simultaneously picking up her pace and making you whimper. "...what's not to love?"

You focused on how she worked skillfully, yet barely broke a sweat. Too busy nipping your jaw or nuzzling your cheek to hear your sweet yet low moans increase. A light wet sound meeting your ears from inside of your bottoms, making you look at her with big eyes while she only basked in your adorable pleas that fell on deaf ears.

Your eyebrows furrowed and mouth jittered, biting your lip to give your neighboring students ease of not having to listen to your girlfriend fuck you.

Her digits then found their way to your hole and without warning, two fingers soaked with your slick invaded your cunt. A choked, strangled noise following up from your throat which she pressed a kiss to.

"Rach.. oh fuck..." You hummed, chest heaving up and down, eyes moving back and forth between her hand and her face. Both such sights to behold but she helped you make the choice of which to actually focus on.

"Look at me..." Rachel practically sang, giving you no room to deny her request. "M'gonna-" "I know, now tell me how much you love me, Y/n."

You were rocking against her to meet her knuckles, reaching out to grab at her forearm which she seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

"I- I love you- I really do- I love you so much-"

She giggled as you repeated yourself over and over, muttering and babbling nonsense to her as you came around her. Shuddering and shutting your thighs on her hand, but she kept moving, not letting her unfortunate new position hold her back from fucking you through your blissful state.

Everything then coming to a halt, your shaky breathing being the only sound in the room besides her amusement.

"Fuck, now that was majestic." She spoke first.

You looked up at her, smiling big and leaning for a kiss which she gave. Rubbing her nose against yours and making you pull back, laughing sweetly.

"Now... be my muse for a little longer?"

How could you say no?

a/n: watching kennie rn - stan bad movies and a beat y'all

#rachel amber smut #rachel amber x reader #rachel amber #lis #life is strange x reader #life is strange

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