is this how it is? is this how it's always been?

20s. she/they.

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My lovely Amber Glenn sketches

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i go offline for like 2 days and come back to amber glenn doing the gayest shit on earth and i’m a WHORE.

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i love your fics sm

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never stop writing . i love ur account. amber glenn is the hottest woman ever

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HELLO i periodically open this app just to see if you have posted a new fic 😞

HI im sorryyy i got busy and uninspired ... give me ideas if u have any and i'll try to write 😁 😁 😁

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you're making me bolder. (part two)

amber glenn x fem!reader, second person pov, fluff + light angst + smut (nsfw)

word count: 2.6k

tags: college au, friends to lovers, smut, first time sorta, use of y/n, part one here!

—

3 shots later and nursing a cooler, the alcohol is hitting you and you can almost convince yourself that you can have a normal night.

except amber knows you well enough now to know that you’re always extra affectionate after a few drinks, prone to leaning on your friends and lingering touches. 

so of course she notices when you aren’t like that tonight. it’s not that you don’t want to touch her. of course you do, even more now that the buzz from the drinks you’ve had are removing some of your usual hesitancy. 

it’s just that every time you get close enough to reach a hand out, every time you feel her brush up against you, your mind conjures images from your dreams that you’re trying your best to forget. 

so, you’ve resolved to keep your distance, at least for tonight, and you’re concentrating extra hard through the haze of alcohol to stay away, even though every instinct in your body pulls you towards her. 

you make sure to keep either alysa or isabeau between you and amber at all times, and at first you think maybe you’re succeeding, that maybe it’s not noticeable. but alysa keeps giving you concerned looks every time you lean away from amber, and now even isabeau seems to be catching on, looking between you and amber like there’s a puzzle to figure out. 

—

once you get to the house, alysa and isabeau disappear almost immediately, pulled away into a game of beer pong. 

you glare at alysa, you can’t believe she’s just going to leave you alone with amber like this, but she just shrugs apologetically as she lets herself get dragged away. 

once they’re gone, you just stand there, trying to stay as still as possible. you can feel the heat of amber’s body beside you, and somehow you know her eyes are on you, daring you to look, but you’re too stubborn to concede. 

you're already flustered tonight, exhausted from trying to keep your distance. 

amber of course notices, because she’s amber. 

all at once, amber’s attention on you plus the blaring music and bodies crowding in the small room are overwhelming. you make some half-assed excuse to amber as you push away from her, heading outside for air. 

you can’t bring yourself to look back, but you can perfectly picture the concerned look you’re sure she has on her face, eyes following you as you head to the backyard. 

—

you’re outside, leaning against the porch railing, letting the night air soothe you.

there’s a group of people standing a few feet away, sharing a joint. the slightly sour smell wafts over, invading your senses. 

it’s comforting, in a weird way, brings you back to quiet nights spent with alysa, deep conversations late into the night. 

it’s probably only been ten minutes, but it feels like it’s been hours when amber appears beside you. 

she just stands beside you for a minute, before she opens her mouth to speak.

‘y/n,’ she says, letting it hang there. 

you look over at her, finally, too tired to keep pretending. 

‘what’s going on with you?’ she asks. 

‘i’m not stupid,’ she continues. ‘‘i know you’ve been.. i know there’s something wrong. and alysa said—’ she stops there, but you can fill in the blanks. your stomach sinks. 

god you’re going to kill alysa. you can’t believe she told amber. 

but it’s out in the open now, and you can’t deny it any longer. 

‘i’m sorry’ you rush out, words tripping over each other. maybe if you say this fast enough you can forget it ever happened, and everything will go back to normal, how it was before you had to mess it all up. 

it’s obvious amber has figure it out, and you just hope she’ll still want to be your friend after this is all over. 

‘i didn’t mean to—’ you continue. ‘i wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable, i just.. i’ll back off, okay? i already have been, i just thought—’

amber is already shaking her head, stepping closer.

‘y/n—’

but you’re not listening, because of course this is how this was going to go. of course. you feel stupid now, standing there, everything laid out and wrong.

‘it’s fine,’ you cut in quickly, even though it’s not. ‘really, i get it. we can just— go back to normal. you don’t have to say anything, i—’

you look away, jaw tight, already taking a step back.

‘i should probably just..’

she reaches out then, grabs your wrist. 

‘y/n.’ she repeats.

there’s something in her voice that makes you pause, but you can’t bring yourself to look up at her yet. 

‘i’m not rejecting you!’ she finally blurts. 

you blink. turn back, slowly. 

‘what?’

you’re not sure if you misheard. you need her to repeat herself, to explain.

amber lets out a breath, like she’s been holding it this whole time. ‘i’ve been trying to tell you that i like you.’ 

all you can do is stare at her, trying to catch up. 

‘like—’ you gesture vaguely between the two of you, ‘like like me?’

she huffs out a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving. ‘yes. like like you. for..’ she shakes her head a little, for a while now.’

everything in your brain kind of just stalls at that. 

‘but i thought—’ you start, then stop, you’re half convinced this is just another dream. 

amber steps closer, careful, like she’s giving you room to pull away if you still want to. 

you don’t. you never really did.

‘i thought you were avoiding me,’ she says, softer now. ‘i thought you knew and were trying to let me down easy.’

‘no,’ you say immediately, shaking your head. ‘no, i was—’ you let out a breath, a little helpless. ‘i had a sex dream about you and then i panicked.’

there’s a beat.

you cringe, can’t believe you just admitted that. 

amber just stares at you. 

‘you what?’

you squeeze your eyes shut for a second. ‘yeah. so. that’s where i’ve been.’

there’s another pause, and for a split second you panic, if you haven’t already ruined everything surely this has. 

but amber just lets out a laugh, surprised, a little breathless. 

‘oh my god,’ she says, like she can’t believe it. ‘that’s why?’

you nod, mortified. ‘yeah. that’s why.’

she shakes her head, smiling now, something softer settling into her expression.

‘you’re unbelievable.’

‘in a bad way or..’

she doesn’t let you finish. this time when she steps in, she doesn’t hesitate.

her hand comes up to your jaw, steadying you for half a second like she’s giving you the chance to pull back. 

when you don’t, she kisses you.

—

it’s quick at first, almost like she’s testing it, soft, careful. like she’s not entirely sure you’re real, that this is happening.

you freeze. for a second, you don’t move at all, brain going completely blank.

then it hits you.

and suddenly you’re kissing her back.

it’s messy, a little off at first, the two of you catching on each other, but then it settles, clicks into something that feels almost too natural.

your hand finds her sleeve, gripping like you need something to anchor you.

she makes a quiet sound against your mouth, like relief more than anything else.

when you pull back, it’s only barely, foreheads almost touching, both of you breathing a little uneven.

you blink at her.

‘oh.’

amber lets out a soft laugh, just as breathless. ‘yeah.’

you stare at her for another second, then— ‘okay. yeah.’

her expression shifts then, like she’s making a decision. 

‘do you wanna get out of here?’ she asks, a little quieter now. ‘isabeau’s not staying at the dorm tonight.’ 

you hesitate for like a half a second, before nodding.

‘yeah. yeah, i—yeah.’

her eyes sparkle in amusement at you, but you can see the relief hiding further underneath. her hand finds yours without thinking this time, and you don’t pull away, just grip harder. 

she turns to start the walk back to her dorm, pulling you by the hand, and you follow easily. 

—

you’re confident until you get to amber’s room. the door closes, and in the quiet of her dorm, you realize it’s just you and amber, and there’s no more distractions, no more secrets to hide behind. 

suddenly you find yourself getting a little shy, a little nervous. there’s been a couple boys in the past, nothing too serious, but you realize that this might be your first time with a girl. you can’t stop the blush that rises to your face as you look at amber’s bed, right there. you don’t want to be presumptuous, but…

amber must notice your sudden hesitancy, of course she does. she walks over and sits on the edge of her bed, tilts her head up at you, searching. 

‘you okay?’ she asks, soft, eyes never leaving your face. 

your blush deepens at that, amber’s sole attention on you. 

‘no, yeah! it’s just..’ you trail off, not sure how to explain. not sure if you want to. you suddenly feel awkward, standing in front of amber. you’re not sure what to do with your hands. 

amber just waits, patient, face open. 

‘i just—i’ve never.. with a girl,’ you offer, a little embarrassed now. 

‘oh baby,’ she coos. her shoulders fall, relief evident in her eyes. ‘that’s okay.’ 

‘we can slow down,’ she offers. 

you shake your head. ‘no i—’

you don't know what to say, how to explain yourself, so you just step forward and reach for amber instead, leaning down to kiss her, hard. 

she responds eagerly, before catching herself, pulling back. ‘are you sure? we don’t have to do anything right now.’ you can tell she’s sincere. 

‘amber,’ you say, ‘please.’

‘okay,’ she exhales a laugh, before pulling you down to kiss you again. she shifts a little to lie down on the bed, pulling you down to lie on top of her. her hands run down your sides before going back up, under your shirt, sliding up your back. 

she pulls back from where she was against your neck, ‘take this off?’ she asks, pulling at your shirt.

you nod, sitting up. you lift your arms up and she helps you pull it off. 

‘you too,’ you say, nodding to her shirt. 

she leans back to take her own shirt off, throwing it somewhere beside her on the floor before reaching for you again, hands cupping your cheeks, to kiss you. 

after a little while, you open your mouth a little, and she takes the hint, pokes her tongue out, testing you.

you open your mouth wider at that, letting out a little moan. she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into her mouth fully now, and you respond. your tongues meet, wet and hot. you both groan at the contact. amber slides her hands down from your face and around your back, pulling you into her. 

you can’t help yourself from grinding down automatically onto the leg amber has slotted in between yours. 

you freeze, worried you’re going too fast but amber just slides her hands down to your ass, pulls you against her thigh harder, flexing so that you can rub against her. 

‘keep going,’ she breathes. 

at her permission, your body takes over and you grind down again, harder this time. you lean your forehead against amber’s as your hips continue shifting. you’re both breathing hard now, and you feel amber getting restless underneath you. 

she taps at your legs, getting you to lift up off her so that she can move. 

you stand up to take your pants off, while amber watches you lazily from where she’s still lying down, before she slides hers off too. you lay back down on top of amber, and she snakes her arms around your waist to hug you, before she rolls you over so that now she’s laying on top of you. 

she props herself up on her elbows, chest brushing against yours, as she leans down to continue kissing you. it’s softer now, she’s taking her time with you, indulging. 

eventually, you can’t help the way your hips start lifting up into hers, trying to find some semblance of pressure. 

you huff in frustration at the lack of pressure, and she pulls back to look at you, sees how needy you are for her, how desperate you’re getting. 

amber winks, ‘don’t worry baby, I'll take good care of you.’

then she’s sliding down your body to slot herself between your legs. she places a kiss right above your knee, before continuing higher.

she slides her hands up your thighs, then leans down to nose at your hip before she finally moves to lick at your cunt. she’s slow at first, licking once along the length of you. testing you out, before she looks up to see your reaction.

at the first feel of her mouth on you, you exhale loud, eyes closing. you reach out to bury your hands in her hair, trying to pull her back to where you need her.

you can’t believe how good it feels, her mouth, hot and wet between your legs.

she flattens her tongue to drag across your cunt, before switching to pulse on your clit. 

you cry out at that, ‘ahh—amber!’ it’s all you can say.

her name turns into moans, and she licks at you harder, hands gripping your thighs to keep your shifting hips in place, encouraged by the sounds you can’t help but make.

when you realize how loud you’re being, you bring a hand up to cover your mouth, trying to stop the noises from escaping.

when amber notices what you’re doing, she stops, looks up at you. 

you almost come right there, seeing her looking up at you from between your thighs, lipstick smeared over her face, chin slick with you. she reaches up for the hand that's covering your mouth and pulls it away.

‘don’t,’ she murmurs. voice rough and low, ‘wanna hear you.’ 

at that, you let your head fall back against the mattress with a groan, eyes rolling back. 

‘that’s it, baby,’ you can hear the smile in her voice now, ‘just like that.’

—

you wake up to the sun blinding you. you’re confused at first, not recognizing where you are, until the night before comes rushing back in, along with a pounding in your head you had been hoping to do without. you groan, turning back over to avoid the sun. 

‘morning,’ amber whispers. ‘how you feeling?’

‘ughhh,’ is all you can say. 

amber laughs, eyes soft. 

it’s then that the door gets pushed open.

you turn to amber, eyes wide, but she just rolls her eyes, ‘isabeau,’ she groans. ‘if you leave right now without a word and don’t come back for another two hours i will buy you coffee for the rest of the week.’

‘make it a month and i'm sold.’ 

‘ugh whatever just, get out,’ amber reaches out for a pillow to throw towards the door where isabeau is still standing, wide grin on her face. 

‘just wait until alysa hears about this,’ you hear her say as she leaves, letting the door slam behind her on the way out. 

‘oh my goddd,’ you drop your head into the mattress beside amber, ‘we’re never gonna hear the end of this are we?’

‘no,’ she breathes out a laugh. ‘worth it though,’ you hear the question in it that she won’t dare to ask.

‘so worth it,’ you confirm, snuggling back into amber. 

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amber glenn just one chance please please please

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Iced Rivalry

Summary : Amber stole your first place with a few points only and comes to you after comp

Words : 1.3k

Tags : Amber Glenn/fem!reader, younger and ice skater reader, are they lovers ? Worse. Reader is described smaller than Amber

An : I first thought about doing Adelia Petrosian reader but decided to make it more neutral for the reader and I was scared to block myself by doing that mmmm also I'm not sure I got the technical terms right so don't hesitate to correct me! Hope I wrote the tension right tho :>

Part 1?

Sitting at the kiss and cry after a performance you knew you had done great was more than exciting; it was thrilling. The lingering adrenaline from it, the happy smile from your coach, the taps on your shoulders, and the encouragement from the crowd. Everything felt surreal, and for a few moments, you were floating, for a few moments, everything felt right. All that practice and training, skipped meals, poor sleep and injuries now worth it.

Until it wasn't anymore.

You had spent the rest of the competition in first place, cheering and encouraging the others without ever imagining they could do better than you. A confidence too close to cockiness, and it caught you faster than you had hoped for, when she sat at the kiss and cry, USA team's jacket on, eyes bright and hopeful.

Amber Glenn did better. Taking your place with only a few more points. And you had been so cocky you hadn't seen it while she was on the ice — more like refused to see it.

You stood slowly, the screams and cheers around you fading as Amber approached, smile too bright, too genuine. You forced a small smile, not even trying to make it look real as your chest tightened. And she saw it, of course she did, but the bitterness of your attitude didn't stop her from hugging you, even complimenting you with words you refused to acknowledge. Words too kind for someone who wasn't even on your team, too personal for someone you barely knew.

Her arms around you made your body warmer, heart tightening in that — unfortunately — familiar way you knew when Amber was around. You found her infuriating, annoyingly too good and close to you at every competition. Both of you were always next to each other on the scoreboard. Your coach had said it was good motivation for you, pushing you to train harder and all those classic speeches, but you really just couldn't care less. You didn't need Amber Glenn to be good, you didn't want her around, always threatening your medals and ranks. You needed gold, not blonde.

You quickly parted, Amber's eyes locking onto yours for a second too long, just as her hands stayed too long on your shoulders.

Infuriating, annoying Amber Glenn, who forced you to look up to hold her gaze.

And there she was, in the first-place seat, in all her glory, covered with a soft blue blanket over her lap: Amber Glenn. She was smiling — something that looked so natural for her, her own version of a resting face seemed to be that soft and kind smile.

The walk back backstage only made you more frustrated. All your thoughts were suddenly too loud and messy as you replayed your performance in your head. Silver isn't bad—that's what your coach told you, and you had almost snapped at her. It wasn't about the medals, not anymore. Only about being better. About taking that smile off Amber's face, making Amber look up — for once — from second place or third on the podium. About shutting down that idea of rivalry between them that let people think Amber was on the same level as you. About —

"Don't make that face, you were really good."

Amber's voice suddenly pulled you back to reality, you had walked past lockers, past crew, and cameras to end up in an empty hallway. Your eyes shot up, glaring at her. Oh, of course, it was bad between skaters to be so competitive, everyone preferred the whole friendly camaraderie idea of figure skating competition, and yes, it was nice and mostly true. But between you and Amber? Only for the cameras.

"No smart comeback?" Amber continued as you didn't answer, taking a few steps closer. "Are you really this upset?" She smiled again, and for a second, you thought about being violent. Then for two more seconds, you stared at her smile, thinking about something you wouldn't admit.

"What do you want now? Don't you have press to do or anything else?" you asked as your eyes shot up to her. "Or did you just want to annoy me more?"

"Hey, it's not my fault if my triples were better than your quads."

Amber was a nice person, really she was. Even if you hated her, it was hard to find something to say against her as a person. She was kind, gentle, respectful, and good with people in general. And maybe, just maybe, you had once seen her interacting with a fan and giving them a pin of her motto and wished you could have one too—just maybe.

But the second you two were alone?

Something always shifted in the air, in her attitude, her gaze. Even her voice seemed lower, like a threat. Her answers were sharp, matching the attitude from you that she always caused. It was in the way she smiled at you, cocky and pretentious, in the way she talked to you, bossy, mocking because she had to make you feel as young as you were, silly and inexperienced—as if you weren't only a few years younger.

Amber always managed to get under your skin.

"It's not— it was—"

"It was the ice?" Amber cut you off, smirking as she took a step closer.

You glared up, Glenn sudden closeness shutting down any attempt at an answer, which made her look even more proud of herself when she saw you close your mouth. You stepped back, gently bumping into the wall as if this whole situation wasn't cliché enough, Amber's eyebrow arching as you swore under your breath.

"You should come back, wouldn't miss the ceremony, would you?"

You sighed, "Wouldn't want you to miss an opportunity to humiliate me."

When you tried to move away, Amber stepped closer, blocking you — nothing brutal, no, Amber was more subtle. "Humiliate you? I love having you with me on the podium, don't you?"

"I hate seeing you in general," you answered sharply as you tried to walk away a second time.

"You love it," she chuckled, stepping back to let you go. "You'd be bored without me, admit it. Maybe you'll get used to second soon."

You had taken only a few steps away when she called your name, and even if you wanted to leave, you stopped. Even when you wanted to be far, you stayed, when you wanted to look away, you stared. And so did Amber.

"You were good, really."

You looked up, your gaze sharp and cold meeting hers, which was too genuine and too kind. Unusual for you.

Her smile faltered at the look you gave her, and she cleared her throat as she leaned against the wall behind her, looking at her feet. The lack of an answer made her feel awkward, no camera to smile at, just you and her, first and second.

"I mean it, you w—"

"So what?" You cut in coldly, slowly leaning against the wall opposite hers. "I was good, but not good enough."

There was a moment of silence, neither of you looking up at the other, not moving. You thought about leaving, going back to your coach, ignoring her for the rest of the night unless it was for podium pictures.

But she spoke again, and you listened.

"I'm not sorry for winning. I'm sorry you're too hard on yourself to see you did your best and you'll do better next time."

You didn't answer immediately, the distant cheers of the crowd filling the blanks in your conversation.

"Next time I'm first; you just had the judges by your side," you finally answered, not friendly but less sharp.

"Sure, I got lucky," Amber answered with a roll of her eyes, before she looked up and smiled again, soft and small.

"Just luck." you agreed as you turned around to walk away, feeling Amber's gaze on your back at each step you took before turning a corner.

You don't know how, but after the ceremony and the celebration that followed — after you and Amber had exchanged long eye contact from across the room — you found a "believe and breathe" pin in your pocket.

And it was now pinned on the inside of one of the pocket of your bag.

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PART OF YOURE MAKING ME BOLDER PLSPLSPLS

i’m so obsessed with how you write amber omg i feel like it’s so spot on to how she would actually be

hoping to have part two up soon <333

(and that’s probably the product of spending an ungodly amount of time watching all of her interviews and tiktoks and fan interactions… glad it’s paid off in some way guess 😭)

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you're making me bolder. (part one)

amber glenn x fem!reader, second person pov, fluff + light angst

word count: 1.6k

tags: college au, friends to lovers, smut in part two

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you and amber glenn have been running around the same circles for a while. you had a few classes together in first year, and a few mutual friends since then. 

and while you’ve always been friendly with each other, the past few months it’s developed into an actual friendship. you had ended up hanging out with her one night at a party after isabeau and alysa ditched you both and disappeared. alone then, without your respective roommates and with the buffer of alcohol, you had gotten to talk to amber, really talk. 

you can’t even really remember what you had talked about—the content of your conversation long since faded in a drunken haze—but ever since that night, you and amber have been practically attached at the hip.

you’re sort of half convinced you said something embarrassing, and amber’s just been spending time with you out of pity, but she’s never brought it up. isabeau and alysa tease you constantly, taking credit for getting the two of you together. 

well, not together-together, but.. friends. yeah. 

you like spending time with her, and she always makes you laugh. more than that, amber’s just a really good friend. she’s caring, and kind, and notices far more than some people realize. 

so while you’ve always thought that amber was attractive—just like, objectively—you’ve never really stopped to give it much thought beyond that. your friendship with her was too important to you to ever risk for the chance of something else. plus, you’re convinced amber would never see you like that anyway. 

before that night at the party, you had admitted to alysa about the sort-of-maybe crush you had been nurturing on amber from afar, not thinking anything would ever come of it. it was a moment of rare honesty from you, spurred on by the late hour and the joint you had shared with alysa. 

you regret that moment now, because alysa has definitely not forgotten. every time you leave your dorm room to hang out with amber, alysa just smirks knowingly. and anytime amber is brought up in conversation, alysa will find your eyes, studying your reaction. 

whatever. alysa can think what she wants, but whatever attraction you may feel for amber, she’s your friend first. 

—

except your brain must have other ideas. 

it’s mid-term season, and everyone’s been slammed with trying to study while keeping up with regular classes. 

you’re set up at the library almost every day, staying far later in the night than you normally would. alysa joins you sometimes, but she always leaves before you, never one to waste too long on homework. 

you blame your unusual tiredness for what happens next.

it’s a sunday night, and you go through your usual nighttime routine. you can’t remember falling asleep but you know it must have happened because the next thing you know, you’re laying awake in your bed in the middle of the night, breathing hard. 

everything’s a little hazy still, in that post-dream way, but you’re pretty sure you just had a wet dream starring your best friend. you lie there for a minute, trying to catch your bearings. 

you’re suddenly aware of the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear, and you try to shake off the images that your unconscious brain had conjured up. all you can see is amber—on top of you, you, running your hands over her abs, down her sides, pulling her into you, kissing her, kissing down her neck and going further down down down. 

you slam your eyes shut. try to think of something, anything else. 

you lie there, arm thrown over your eyes. 

‘what the fuck.’ you whisper to yourself, loud in the emptiness of your room. 

—

when you wake up on monday, you resolve to ignore the dream you had. it’s not like the thought had never crossed your mind while awake, but you feel almost dirty, the way your dream had indulged in it. you feel like you had taken advantage of your friend. it’s one thing to acknowledge your attraction to amber and another thing completely to fantasize. 

so, you push it all aside and get ready for your first class of the day. which, of course, amber happens to be in. a fact you had forgotten until you walked into class and saw her sitting there, totally unaware of the battle going on in your head right now. 

she sees you walk in and smiles at you, expecting you to sit beside her like you normally would. 

and you almost do, until your brain brings up an image from your dream, unbidden—amber, mouth open, head thrown back in pleasure. 

you flush, stumbling a little, before making a decision. you turn to sit beside bradie, a few rows away. 

amber gives you a questioning look, but you just give her a tight smile and duck your head, leaning down to take your laptop out of your bag and setting up for the class ahead. 

—

it’s a few days later that you and alysa are hanging in your dorm, getting ready for a party that night. you don’t go out as often as alysa and isabeau do, but right now you’ll take any distraction from the crisis you’ve suddenly found yourself in. plus, you sort of want to let loose after the stress of midterms. 

you’re sifting through your clothes, trying to decide on a top for tonight when alysa speaks up from where she’s lounging on her bed. 

‘is just texted me by the way, her and amber will be here in like fifteen.’

you hum in half-acknowledgment, before you process what alysa had said. 

‘wait—did you say amber?’

‘yeah?’ she eyes you questioningly. 

you try to act casual, ‘she told me she wasn’t coming tonight.’

that part is true, you had mentioned the party offhandedly a week ago, and amber had said she was planning on skipping this one. honestly you hadn’t thought much of it at the time—amber parties even less than you do. 

you wonder what changed her mind, though with isabeau as a roommate, you’re sort of surprised she doesn’t cave more often. 

you can feel alysa’s eyes on you, so you plaster on a smile, ‘well! this will be fun.’

you’re not sure who you’re trying to convince more. 

you chance a glance at alysa, hoping she’s buying it, but her phone is face down on the bed now and she’s looking at you, studying your face, trying to piece together whatever’s obviously going on in your head. 

‘did something happen with you guys?’ she asks.

‘no!’ you protest, a little too quickly by the look on alysa face. she just waits.

‘okay fine,’ you exhale. 

you actually have been kind of wanting to get this off your chest, and while she’ll definitely never let you live this down, you know alysa always has your back.

still, ‘this is so embarrassing,’ you whine a little. maybe you can stall long enough to avoid having this conversation tonight. 

‘dude,’ alysa motions for you to spit it out already. ‘c’mon, i’m sure it’s not that bad.’  

‘ugh, okay,’ you turn back to look at your closet, you can’t bring yourself to be looking at alysa when you say this next part. 

‘i might’ve had, like, a dream about amber..’ you trail off, hoping alysa will fill in the rest. 

alysa raises her eyebrows in surprise, ‘a dream? or a dream?’

you drag your hands over your face with a groan. 

that’s answer enough for alysa, who lets out a surprised laugh. 

‘you had a sex dream about amber?!’ 

you turn sharply to glare at her. 

‘okay no it’s fine, you’re fine,’ she tries to reassure, ‘just be normal tonight. she’ll never notice.’ 

‘you are talking about amber right?’

alysa nods slowly at that, you both know amber doesn’t miss a thing, especially when it comes to her friends. ‘right yea.. you’re screwed.’ 

you fall back on your bed, hands splaying out beside you. ‘god. kill me now.’ 

‘hey it’s really not that big of a deal,’ alysa tries, ‘why don’t you just tell her?’

at that, you look over at alysa in surprise. 

‘i’m sure she’d be happy to make all of your dreams come true.’ she grins. 

you just throw the shirt you were still holding at her face and get up to go to the bathroom to start getting ready. 

—

when they show up, you’re sitting on your bed, scrolling.

you tell yourself to act normal, you can do this. it’s only one night. 

except amber must know something is up because instead of coming in and sitting on your bed immediately like she normally would, she takes a step towards you before stopping in her tracks. 

it’s only a split second before it’s gone, and you half convince yourself you’re making it up, but you notice the look in her eyes, almost lost. she ends up pivoting to sit on the chair at alysa’s desk. directly across from you. you almost wish she had sat down on your bed because at least that way you wouldn’t have to look at her. 

god. you think to yourself. she really is so beautiful. 

her hair is down tonight, falling in soft waves against her shoulders, and her makeup is untouchable as always, eyeliner perfectly emphasizing her sharp eyes and dark lipstick that draws your eyes down. you realize what you’re doing and avert your gaze, clearing your throat. 

when you look away, you lock eyes with alysa, who’s giving you a shit-eating grin, of course having seen exactly what just happened. you feel your cheeks heat up.

you stand up, suddenly feeling restless, needing something to do with your hands.

‘shots?’ you ask.

isabeau cheers and alysa just rolls her eyes at you. 

you can’t help your gaze from falling on amber, and she just looks back at you, gaze steady and searching, like she’s trying to figure you out.

—

[mrkestis]

[seatrouts]

i’ll bet you’ve never had a friday night like this. (part two)

amber glenn x fem!reader, second person pov, smut (very nsfw!), 1.5k

part one here!

—

you drag amber by the hand to her room, where you find yourself being pushed down onto her bed.

you let yourself fall easily, leaning back on your elbows as you watch amber crawl up onto you, legs tangling with yours.

she reaches out and presses down on your sternum, pushing you to lay down fully, and you let yourself be moved by her.

she smiles then, pleased with how easily you’re letting her move you around. suddenly, your mind flashes to the images that started all of this, and you feel yourself shudder a little, involuntarily. amber pauses at that, searching your face. she must like what she sees because she leans down to kiss you again, trapping your bottom lip between hers.

when she pulls back, you whine a little, trying to follow her lips. you weren’t expecting her to stop.

‘tell me what you’re thinking about,’ she husks, voice deep.

you blush, duck your head. you can’t help it. can’t hold eye contact with her when she’s looking at you like this, like she can see right through you.

‘y/n,’ she whispers. she taps your chin with your fingers, forcing you to look at her. ‘look at me,’ she says, ‘don’t hide. not now.’

your blush deepens, but you hold eye contact—eyes wide and vulnerable, letting her see you, all of you.

you don’t think you can say it out loud right now, so you don’t even try. you just take amber’s hand that’s at your waist, and bring it up to your neck.

she lets it rest there, searching your face.

‘please,’ you say.

‘okay, okay,’ she answers. ‘i’ve got you.’

her hand stretches across your throat, and she presses down, slow at first, carefully, always careful with you.

you whine a little, can’t help it.

encouraged by your reaction, she lets out a little huff of laughter before she presses harder, experimenting with the pressure.

she lets her hand wrap a little fuller around your neck, squeezes the sides.

you’re too out of it now, lost in the haze of it all to notice, but if you could, you’d see amber's subtle smile, the flicker in her eyes as she takes it all in. she likes this, more than she thought she would, likes seeing you so helpless for her, so needy.

‘what do you want baby?’ she goads, ‘tell me what you need.’

you whine, breathless. ‘please, amber,’ it’s all you can get out. your legs shift restlessly underneath amber’s body, hips pushing up, trying to get any semblance of pressure.

she reaches down your body with her free hand, lingering at all the right places before reaching your hip. once there, she spreads her hand, thumb over your hip bone and presses down, keeping your shifting hips in place.

‘try to stay still for me,’ she murmurs, before dragging her hand over to where you want her most.

you’re suddenly thankful you had changed into sweats earlier, as amber easily dips her hand under the waistband.

she drags her fingers down, over your underwear, and finally, rubs against your cunt.

‘oh, she breathes, ‘you’re wet. you’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?’

you can’t do anything but nod, overwhelmed by amber on top of you, one hand still on your neck as the other traces over your now ruined underwear.

‘more,’ you beg. it’s all you can think to say right now.

‘more?’ amber repeats. ‘you’ll have to be a little more specific than that, y/n,’ she tuts.

still, amber’s nothing if not a giver, so she squeezes the hand that’s still around your neck a little harder.

your eyes roll back, and you grab amber’s other hand, the one that’s decidedly lower, trying to press it harder against where you need her most.

at that, amber pulls back completely. you flash your eyes open, indignant.

amber just shakes her head, ‘i’m the one in charge here,’ she says. she tilts her head, looking down at you, ‘or did you forget?’

from the look in her eyes you almost want to say yes, just to see what she would do. but you decide that’s something you can explore another time, and for now, you’re happy to give her what she wants.

you shake your head, ‘m sorry, baby.

she smiles wide, ‘that’s what i thought.’

she takes your hands now and pins them above your head, holding you by your wrists and pushing them down into the mattress.

you let her hold your arms down, shifting your hips up into her.

she grinds down once, hard, and you tilt your head back, letting out a moan. she’s still holding your wrists, but now she shifts them into one hand, and moves her other hand back down your body.

she slips under your underwear now and really touches you for the first time.

your breath catches at the same time as hers, both of you feeling how wet you’ve gotten.

‘feels so good,’ she hums. she drags her finger over you, purposefully avoiding your clit, then goes down, slips the tip of her finger into you, teasing, watching the way your mouth opens in a silent moan.

she takes her hand back then, and brings it up to her mouth, making a show of licking her fingers before sucking them into her mouth.

‘you taste so good.’

‘amber,’ you moan, your head drops back against the mattress. ‘please,’ you’re almost begging now. ‘need you.’

—

she lets her fingers dip into your entrance a few times, just teasing, but by the third time you’ve had enough. you try to push your hips up to take more of her.

she uses her hand to hold you down and you can feel the wetness of her fingers on your hip.

‘thought you wanted to beg me for it?’ you can tell amber’s enjoying this now, seeing you this desperate for her.

‘amber,’ you breathe, you’re far past the point of pretending to be unaffected. ‘please,’ you beg.

amber stays there, hands still, just lifts an eyebrow, ‘please what?’

‘baby please,’ you try again, ‘fuck me.’

‘please please—‘ you continue to chant under your breath.

at that, amber seems satisfied, and she relents.

she slides her hand back down, pushing past your sweats and underwear to slip a first finger inside.

you gasp at the intrusion, and she slips a second finger in almost immediately.

you can’t help but whine at the stretch, though all you can say is ambers name over and over again, head straining back against the mattress, mouth hanging open as amber fucks you with her fingers.

you move with her, reaching a hand down to hold against her wrist, trying to get her to give you more, to go harder.

amber takes the hint, moving her fingers in and out of you faster, deeper.

you’re breathing heavily now, panting in time with her thrusts.

amber slides the hand that was holding your wrists back down your arms, dragging lightly over your neck, teasing you, before she grabs your jaw, tilting your head to look at her, taking advantage of your open mouth to slip her thumb inside.

you moan hard at that, sucking her thumb deeper into your mouth.

amber huffs out a breath at the warmth, the wetness.

it’s all too much for you now, your senses overwhelmed by amber, and you know you’re about to come. you can feel your legs tensing, core tight. you can’t get a word out to warn amber, her thumb still in your mouth, so you just squeeze her wrist harder, hoping she gets the message.

she moves faster, and you come with a strangled gasp, body trying to fold but stopped by amber’s, still on top of you.

—

before you’ve even come down, amber’s moving her hand again, she takes the one in your mouth and brings it down, squeezing your hip as she continues thrusting her fingers in and out of you, gently, but consistently, her thumb reaching to rub your clit.

you shudder at her movements, still not fully recovered.

you shake your head, ‘i can’t,’ you plead.

‘just one more,’ amber urges, ‘i know you can.’

she keeps her thumb circling against your clit, adding pressure every time you let out a whine.

she continues her ministrations, talking you through it, ‘so good for me, you’re so good baby.’ at that, you moan louder, hips lifting.

amber smirks at your reaction, and you can tell she’s cataloging this new discovery to bring up again at a later date. you’re too wound up to care too much right now though, all you can think about is what amber’s doing with her hands.

you make eye contact with her, and she smirks, winking at you.

at that, you let your head fall back into the mattress, helpless against whatever amber has planned for you next.

—

after it all, you’re lying beside her, attempting to catch your breath, when amber suddenly lets out a laugh.

you half turn to look at her, eyes questioning.

‘who knew you were kind of a freak,’ she teases.

‘amberrrrrrr,’ you whine, turning to hide your face into her shoulder.

she just laughs harder, then throws an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer into her,

‘i can’t believe you just asked me to choke you and that’s what makes you blush.’ she says.

—

[mrkestis]

I am a weak weak woman