hello! i’m sienna and i’m 21 :] i’ll write for funsies so don’t expect regular posts, i’ll write mainly for katseye as they’re the reason i created this acc but i got into ice skating so a few amber and alysa scenarios are soon to come! leave your thoughts or whatever, let’s be friends :>
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just a little smut under the cut because i’ve been so absent lately… this is kinda trash.
g!p!alysa liu x fem!reader
alysa almost throwing a tantrum on the couch, whining so pathetically that it makes you wanna keep driving her to the edge. to see her cry. you can’t understand how someone can be so needy, so horny at all times, but you low-key enjoy it, because deep down you know that is all because of you. you know that alysa craves you.
“please… i need it.”
she places her hands on your knees, since you allowed some space for her in between your legs. you’re laying on your back, you were just scrolling through your apps when alysa decided she needed to take you right there, right now.
“i already said no, are you seriously this needy?” you huff, throwing your phone on your side and grabbing her angry crotch. alysa moans at the sudden contact. it was pulsating, almost leaking pre-cum. she was impatient but still knew better than to make you mad. “i asked you something.” you say, adding some force to your hands which makes alysa’s hips to push back just a little.
“y-yes…” she groans. “i am…” she throws her head back but quickly goes back to look at you. she needed to prove herself. “i’m so needy for you… please.”
you smirk. “okay.”
you can see her getting desperate at how her breathing changes. her chest going up and down, exposing her. she moans again and her grip on your knees tightens, trying so hard not to move her hips on your hand.
“strip.” raising your eyebrows at her pants, she quickly gets the command and starts undressing, throwing her pants and boxers to the ground, now allowing you to see her red tip finally being free from her clothes. she takes it on her hand, just to ground herself, not daring at the slightest to move her hand up and down. “good.”
she frowns when she sees you grab your phone again and closing your legs, mindlessly going back to whatever you were doing before she came up to you.
“now slide your needy dick in my legs and don’t you dare to cum. maybe then i’ll let you get inside me.”
i have a few alysa asks and even though i love writing for her cs she’s so addictive and 😮💨, my mind is full of amber!! so be patient with me, i try to do my best with both of them. it drives me crazy that they’re fine as hell and they’re always together. 😭
sub!alysa fs has a praise kink, can’t function without a compliment (a leo after all). does extra good so she can hear you call her a good girl. breeding kink! like HEAVY on this. just loves to be a power bottom and use the strap on you, she’d ask to cum inside you and can literally cry telling you how much she needs it—i won’t elaborate because that’s for another ask ;). orgasm denial, hates the feeling but loves the control you have over her, same as overstimulation! mommy kink, she can’t help it. the word slips out of her mouth so fast :( which leads her to oral fixation, when her head gets too cloudy she needs your fingers in her mouth.
dom!alysa also has a breeding kink and won’t ask for permission. she loves to have you under her control like you, so overstimulation whenever she feels like it just because she loves seeing you desperate and cry. dumbification and dacryphilia… alysa loves to fuck you dumb and turning you into nothing but a crying mess. and if i say she really liked that one time she spat on your mouth…?
content. megan x fem!reader. smut. mommy kink. fingering. sub!megan
for this baby anon <3
"Mommy, don't pull them out yet. I want more."
Megan is on all fours on the bed, the sheets wrinkled under her knees, her face buried in the pillow. You have three fingers inside her, buried to the hilt, and every time you try to pull them out, she pushes back to keep you there.
"You have work tomorrow," you say, tired, as you move your fingers slowly, in circles, feeling how the walls of her cunt cling to you every time you reach the bottom. "You should already be sleeping."
"I don't care about work," Megan moans, and her hip pushes against your hand, searching for more depth. Her cunt makes a wet sound every time your fingers go in. "I want more. Please, Mommy. One more."
"You already had four."
"One more."
"It's midnight, Megan."
"I don't care."
You sigh. Megan turns her head to look at you. Her eyes are glassy, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open. Saliva drips from the corner of her lips, mixed with the tears already running down her cheeks.
"Please," she whispers, and her voice breaks. "One more, and then I'll sleep."
"You said that last time."
"This time I mean it."
Megan pushes back again. Her cunt opens to receive your fingers.
"Please, Mommy," she sounds desperate, moving her hips to fuck herself on your hand alone. "One more. Then I'll sleep. I swear."
You sigh again. You move your fingers inside her. Megan lets out a whimpering moan.
"One more," you say. "One more, and then to sleep."
"Yes, Mommy," she whispers, and the tears start falling faster. "Thank you, Mommy."
You speed up the rhythm. Your fingers go in and out, fast, deep. Your middle and ring fingers, both buried to the base, the palm of your hand slapping against her clit with every thrust.
"Now," you say. "Now, baby."
She comes.
The orgasm shakes her entire body. Her back arches off the bed, her feet lift off the mattress, her fingers grip the pillow so hard they tear the fabric. Her mouth opens in a scream.
You feel her tighten around your fingers. Hot liquid drips from her, soaking your hand, the bed, her thighs, everything.
Megan trembles. She keeps trembling. The spasms won't stop.
"One more," she whispers, eyes closed, tears falling, mouth open. "One more, Mommy… give me one more…"
"No," you say, and you pull your fingers out. The sound is a wet pop, obscene. "You've had enough."
"Come on, Mommy, don't be like that."
a/n: sooo I made a twitter account, follow me!! MDNI
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hi guys, thanks for liking my writing! i love when you guys comment. would you read some angst if i write it? because sometimes that’s all i can write about but maybe you guys don’t like that much. anyways, i’m having a lot of fun writing here! and honestly i hope alysa never finds any of these stuff we write here lmaooo
oh this baby… she does it by herself when you don’t, grabbing your hand and shoving your fingers into her mouth to muffle her sobs. she does this when she’s getting overstimulated but does not want you to stop. alysa can get very sensitive when she’s a sub so she needs to hold on to something. she cries easily when this happens so having her mouth around your fingers really helps for her. you, on the other hand, go crazy at the sight. she’s whimpering and crying, little tears running down her cheeks and her legs trembling, still behaving like the good girl she is while keeping her legs open for you, sucking on your fingers and even biting when you get too hard.
“good girl, doing so good for me.” you say and alysa gives you the most heavenly moan ever.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa who stood stiff for seconds and her eyes quickly teared up when you told her.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa said that she didn’t mind a little boy but you know her heart hates the idea when you go out and see her eyes sparkle at the girl’s section.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa thinks about being a good parent and worries too much, even more than you. you see her frowning at random times in the evening and when you ask her what’s wrong she starts to let the thoughts out by asking “do you think we need to move out? like to get a better yard or something? or maybe get a dog? and school, i’ve seen a couple near our place, maybe work. you know? so that…” and you interrupt her by caressing her cheek to bring her back to present.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa gets weirded out by your insane cravings but will drop whatever she’s doing to go get them. you can see her “wtf” expression on her face, sometimes bringing you to tears because you feel judged but she’s quick to pull you into a hug and kiss you trying to apologize and stop you from crying.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa who cries when the woman said “it’s a girl”, looking at her little baby on the screen and promising to herself she would take care of her with her whole life and protect her over anything.
“do you want her to be a figure skater?” you gently ask her, holding her hand, trying not to cry.
“maybe.” she says and smiles at you.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa is obsessed with your pregnant body, especially your boobs. you’d caught her many times staring at them.
“my eyes are up here.”
“i know.”
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa who can’t behave when she needs you but you’re not in the mood so you offer her your thighs and watch her masturbate between your legs, her tip angrily red leaking precum. she wants to protest and tell you that she wants to be inside you but knows better than talk back so when she cums, she says “thank you”, panting.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa practically runs to you when you say “i need you”. she never misses a chance. still takes care of you and stops immediately if your face shows the tiniest pain expression, afraid to hurt you.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa gets so smiley when you both realize your baby is a literal copy of her. cheeks, eyes, nose, lips. you complain and pout saying is not fair.
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa who would be so jealous of her little girl, you’d need to scold her many times or else she wouldn’t make friends. alysa hates when there’s a little boy around her, and when they talk to her? or even worse, when they hug her. you’ll need to smack her arm to let it go.
“but he…”
“they’re just babies, alysa.”
⋆˚࿔ bd!alysa looks like a sad puppy whenever you hold your baby for too long. when you finally put her down in her crib, you’ll turn and see her pouting, but you know exactly what she needs and her pout quickly disappears when you kiss her and drag her to watch a movie.
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the city sounds are muffled in the distance but it’s the only thing you can hear aside from amber’s phone, mindlessly scrolling for a while now. the house is quiet and feels warm, comfy. uki is somewhere in the room, sleeping, probably, and you can’t help but feel bored at the lack of any movement.
amber is sitting apart from you, so comfortably in her usual black clothes, her sleeveless top taking all your attention, unconsciously licking your lips and then biting them as you concentrate when you remember an idea you had days ago. but your stare is definitely felt as hard as it could and amber meets your eyes.
“what?”
you smile. “i wanna do something.”
and amber smiles too, not knowing what you could come up with. you grab your phone and sit next to her, amber already leaves her phone besides her and silently watches you.
“so,” you look at her, you could clearly see hearts coming out of her eyes but decided not to comment on it for now, still trying your best to give her doe eyes that she always falls for. “i’ve seen this tiktok…”
“oh god, no.” she laughs and tries to escape but you quickly grab her arm to pull her back.
“wait, wait! let me finish.” you giggle and softly run your fingers through her exposed arms. “you don’t need to do much… just- flex your bicep.” you bit your lip trying to stop you from smiling and fail.
“what? no.” she denies, trying to free herself from your soft grip, but you know she’s only embarrassed to do it and is not actually saying no.
“amber! please…” you’re still giggling. “you just flex and i… put a piece of food on it and then eat it.”
you can see the surprise in her eyes but get up from the couch before she replies.
“food?!” you hear behind you.
“okay.” you turn to look at her and lift your hands in defense. “a piece of candy works too.”
you turn again and start looking for some candies you bought from the grocery store.
“although it’d be better with a sushi piece but a chocolate is okay.”
you can hear her little chuckle and smile before grabbing a chocolate bar. you start to unpack it while walking back to your girlfriend who’s patiently waiting for you.
you break a line from the bar to get two little pieces, you quickly hand one to amber and start unlocking your phone. she thanks you and you grab her arm to lift up carefully to the camera.
“okay… flex and stand still.” amber does as she’s told and you need a second to calm down before anything. as carefully as possible, you put the chocolate on top of her bicep. “don’t move.” you say as you press the record button and the three second countdown begins.
you could’ve just taken the chocolate and end the video but you decided to lick her muscle a little before taking the piece in your mouth and smile at the camera. your warm tongue made amber shiver but didn’t flinch.
“god, you’re so hot!” you say as you both watch the final result.
amber wants to say something but you interrupt her by throwing yourself on top of her and kiss her.
“so, so hot.” you mumble against her lips.
she smiles and kisses you back. happy to make you happy.
i’m getting thoughs… because alysa wants to try anything you want but then when you introduce her to something she would get carried away by it and turn into a whole different person. spanking? loves it. lowk loves when you act like a brat. just one slap to your ass and you’re quiet. “not so bratty now, huh?”
overstimulation? her favorite. she’d start off by saying “i know you can, come on” and praise you through it.
curses so much. “you look so fucking pretty right now”, “you like being fucked raw like this, don’t you?”, “i could fuck you all day, baby.”
doesn’t care where you are, if she wants to fuck you she will find a way to do it, even if it means pulling you into the nearest bathroom or being the first to leave the event.
i’ll write more for her dw! my fav girl. be patient with me guys, balancing my life is really tiring 😭 also what’s up with the amber fics! WHERE ARE THEM. i don’t see many of them and she deserves more than that. my woman ugh i’m obsessed with her. i love my baby alysa so much but amber??? phew get me my inhaler.
#salivating. the hot dad walk? watching every muscle in her back and arms from behind? her lifting your baby up in her arms and carrying her everywhere. oh and when you’re pregnant she stands behind you with her hands on your waist, sometimes pressing herself against your back and never leaving your side even if it’s just for five seconds. her driving late at night just because your craving something. starts getting overprotective over you and your little girl. lowk loving how needy you get and takes advantage so she can fuck you dumb…
oh god ME TEWWWW she’s the type of girlfriend who lets you lay on her thighs while cuddling, her favorite position is when you’re facing her and your arms hugs her waist because she gets to play with your hair but hates when you start to get sleepy, poor baby just wants to talk with you for hours! and when you’re not facing her and you’re scrolling down your phone but still hugging one of her thighs she makes sure you still pay attention to her. her body temperature being warm that she feels cozy, your hands never leaving her skin.
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summary/note: inspired by amber’s very real fall at soi (lol) but like. make it romantic. also title from the taylor swift song! :)
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You weren’t sure what hit you first: the realization that she was coming towards you or Amber herself.
Well, thankfully, she didn’t actually hit you; she barely missed you by a few inches—but still! You liked being dramatic sometimes.
In the middle of her routine, Amber Glenn slipped on the ice and nearly crashed into you. When it happened, you were so focused on watching Alysa and Isabeau glide gracefully across the ice that you didn’t notice the third skater charging a lot less gracefully right in your direction.
Of course, she was pretty hard to ignore when you two made brief eye contact that read “Oh fuck” more than anything else. But luckily, she narrowly missed you.
Amber didn’t seem nearly as dazed as you were, because within seconds she sprinted back onto the ice and continued on with her routine as usual. Like nothing ever happened.
You, however, weren’t so lucky.
Your heart was still racing minutes after the routine ended. The obvious reason was because it was horrifying—a woman with knives on her feet almost smashed into you—but you knew something else kept your heartbeat irregular. You just didn’t know what.
Maybe it was the fact you knew the moment would get reposted on several different social media platforms and recorded with several different POVs, all of which including your unprepared and downright horrified face. Or maybe it was because it was one of your first times attending a figure skating event, and this was how it turned out.
Some would say you were blessed. But with the way your heart couldn’t shut up, were you?
You didn’t know the answer to that question either.
All you knew was that your heart needed to calm down.
By the time the show officially ended, your Google search history was filled with inquiries like: “How high is too high for a heart rate?” and “Heart rate calming exercises,” but results for the latter failed to help your case.
And frankly, you started to blame Amber Glenn for all of this. She was the one who landed into you; she was the one who made your heart race an uncomfortable amount. It all began with her. All of it had to be her fault.
You were on your way out of the venue when someone stopped you.
“What?” you hissed. You were already irritated by the slow traffic out of the building—slow walkers were the bane of your existence—so it came out with a bit more venom than you had expected yourself.
But as soon as you turned to see who stopped you, your heart skipped an entire beat or two.
It was Amber. And she actually looked quite hurt.
“Sorry. I just—I’m Amber,” she explained.
Dumbstruck, all you could do was blink. “I know.”
“And I slipped off the ice and almost hit you.”
“I know that, too.”
“OK, this is…Sorry, I’m being so stupid right now. I just wanted to ask if you could send me the footage from when I fell into you. I saw you were recording, and I thought it would be funny to, like, post or something.” You were still so shocked that it took you a bit to answer, but Amber seemed to take this as disapproval. “I’m so sorry, by the way. I didn’t mean to—“
“You’re saying sorry a lot.”
“Sorry—oh, oops,” Amber caught herself. Then she laughed, her nose crinkling with the effort, and you finally realized why your heart couldn’t stop racing.
It wasn’t because your life was momentarily in danger.
Actually, it was something far worse than that:
It was because you found this woman deathly attractive, and just being in her vicinity was enough to drive you insane. And judging by your heart, she already had.
Here she was now, looking into your eyes like you were the only thing in the universe, probably expecting an answer out of you, but you weren’t listening to a single word she said. Amber Glenn. God, Amber fucking Glenn.
“Um, but only if you’re cool with it,” she added to her previous statement, the one you most definitely did not hear.
You gave her your best guess: “Yeah, sure, I can send it to you.”
“Well, actually, I was kinda hoping you could give me your tag first. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I get a lot of DMs”—she cringed at herself—“um, so it would be hard to filter through all of them, just looking for yours specifically. It’s, just like, an efficiency thing,” Amber said, shrugging.
“OK,” you said slowly. To be honest, you just wanted the interaction to end. You wanted to be done with this hopeless, embarrassing crush as soon as possible—to get on with your life, to have your heart rate and insanity cured, to be as chill about this entire thing as she surely was.
But again, you weren’t that lucky.
Amber handed you her phone, her Instagram search bar ready to be typed into. Your fingers stumbled as they worked, and you prayed that muscle memory didn’t fail you. How embarrassing would it be to get your own handle wrong? How embarrassing would it be to have a crush on a super famous (and hot) figure skater who everyone already has a crush on?
You shivered. You handed her phone back.
“Thanks,” she said. “Do you mind sending it to me right now?”
You really didn’t want to elongate this any further. “The internet’s not good here,” you lied.
“I can give you my hotspot!” she offered.
“No, really, it’s fine. I’ll send it to you later.”
“I don’t want you to forget.”
“How could anyone forget about you?”
You didn’t mean to say that out loud, and immediately you regretted it. “I mean, it’s not every day a figure skater almost gives you grounds for a lawsuit,” you continued, trying your hardest to play it off.
Amber winced at that. “I’m still really sorry about that.”
“And you’re also still saying sorry.”
“That’s because I am.”
For a second, you considered this. Considered the way her eyes filled with honest remorse, the way her bottom lip jut out. Everything she did was attractive, and so much so that it was almost annoying. “I gotta go,” you said, turning the other way.
“Wait!”
You turned back around but avoided looking at Amber directly because you knew you could never look away.
“Is that your dog?”
Amber turned her phone your way, showing you a picture you posted a few weeks ago of you and a Golden Retriever.
Really, you were more confused than you were shocked. “It’s my friend’s dog,” you blurted back.
“Are you kidding? That’s, like, the cutest dog I’ve ever seen in my life. What’s its name?”
“Her name’s Amber,” you replied. “But not, like, you Amber, but dog Amber.” That was a stupid response. “It’s—I’m trying to say it was a coincidence.”
She looked disappointed. “I wish a Golden Retriever was named after me, though.”
“It can be, if you want.”
“She’s adorable,” Amber reiterated, turning her phone back around so she could look at the photo. “And beautiful.”
“Well, ‘beautiful’ is an overstatement. You should see her when she chews on table corners. She goes super rogue sometimes, and it’s just…”
Amber smiled. She was watching you, evidently amused. “How do you know I was talking about the dog?” she asked.
Oh.
How was it possible that one woman could make your heart race and stop completely at the same time?
ME TEWWWWW i love being called mommy ngl so imagine her sweet soft voice calling you ‘mommy’ with the cutest pout ever. i think she would call you that name regardless the situation, good morning texts, when she’s being a tease, and of course her favorite being when she wants something and looks at you with puppy eyes saying “please mommy”…