Hey bbs! Iâm Charlotte, but please call me Char đ
If my bio didn't give it away, I am completely, utterly, and hopelessly feral for Alysa Liu and Amber Glenn. Like... I literally worship the very ground Alysa walks on. This blog is my little sanctuary where I let those chaotic, spicy, and down-bad thoughts run completely free.
This is a Smut writing blog and also a safe space for any and all feral thoughts.
(Please feel free to claim anons if you like, I donât mindđ«¶đ»)
Also!! You can literally ask me anything and I will more than likely answer it. I love to talk and I am always down to answer questions. đŁïž
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 âđ» What I Write: I specialize in Alysa Liu x Reader content, mostly focusing on juicy, delicious one-shots (And honestly, don't be surprised if Amber Glenn sneaks her way in here too at some point).
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Not to pryâŠAND YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER! But is Constellations like your coming out story or something? Iâm only asking because you said itâs special to you? Itâs written beautifully by the way and Happy Pride! đłïžâđ
yes. itâs based on/inspired by it, a VERY condensed version though and a few details changed/left out but thank you so much and i hope you enjoyed reading itđ«¶đ»đ
(a/n) Happy Pride my bbs đłïžâđđ«¶đ», this doesnât have smut but itâs a very special piece and means so much to međ„č anyway i hope you all still enjoy and just know itâs okay to be who you are no matter what and to do things on your own time and when youâre ready, most importantly you are loved.đ«¶đ»đ
The bass from the speakers downstairs thudded right through the floorboards, vibrating in the soles of your shoes. It was too loud, too hot, and the air in the upstairs hallway smelled like cheap vodka and someoneâs spilled beer.
But none of that mattered compared to the suffocating heat radiating from Alysa.
She stood a mere foot away from you, tucked into the narrow alcove near the top of the stairs. People brushed past every few secondsâsomeone laughing too loud, someone else stumbling toward the bathroomâbut Alysaâs eyes were locked on yours, pinning you to the wall.
"I can't do this anymore," she whispered. Her voice wasnât loud, but it cut through the distant music like glass. "I can't keep playing this game with you."
"Alysa, please," you begged, keeping your voice dropped, your eyes instinctively darting over her shoulder to see if the couple walking past was listening. "Weâve both had too much to drink. Let's just go home and talk about this tomorrow."
"No! No more tomorrow," she said, her voice cracking as she took a sharp step closer. The faint scent of alcohol was on her breath, but her eyes were painfully clear, swimming with a mix of hurt and exhaustion. "Tomorrow itâll just be the same thing. Youâll pretend tonight didn't happen. Just like you pretended downstairs."
Your chest tightened. You knew exactly what she was talking about.
An hour ago, youâd been sitting on the crowded living room sofa. Alysa had leaned in close, her shoulder pressing against yours, whispering something ridiculous in your ear just to make you laugh. And then, under the cover of the dim, red party lights, she had slid her hand over yours. Her fingers entwined with yours, warm and certain.
It had felt like heaven for exactly three seconds.
Then, panic had seized your throat. Youâd looked around the room, terrified of who might be looking, terrified of the labels, terrified of the truth you weren't ready to face out loud. You had pulled your hand away, shoving it into your pocket and shifting away from her on the couch. You had seen the flash of rejection cross her face before she masked it.
And it wasn't the first time. Earlier, sheâd tried to rest her chin on your shoulder. Youâd stepped away to get a drink.
"I was just nervous," you swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears in your own eyes. "There are so many people here, Alysa."
"Iâm not asking you to kiss me on a table!" Alysa's voice rose, a raw, fragile sound. A guy walking past paused, glancing at the two of you, but Alysa didn't even blink. She kept her tear-filled eyes entirely on you. "I just wanted to hold your hand. I just wanted to feel like I mattered to you. But every time I try to get close, you look around like Iâm some kind of disease youâre trying not to catch."
"That's not fair," you choked out, the angst bubbling up in your chest. "You know how hard this is for me. Iâm scared."
"And Iâm tired!" Alysa responded, a tear finally spilling over and tracking down her flushed cheek. "Iâm so tired of being your dirty little secret in the dark. I love how we are when it's just the two of us. It feels like... like we're the only two people in the universe. Like constellations, entirely connected. But the second the lights come on, you shatter it."
She took a shaky breath, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as if trying to hold herself together.
"I've been patient," she whispered, her voice dropping into a hollow, heartbreaking register. "Iâve waited. But it hurts too much to love someone who is terrified of being seen with me. If you can't even hold my hand in a room full of strangers who don't care anyway... how are you ever going to hold me when it actually matters?"
The words hung in the air, heavier than the alcohol, louder than the bass downstairs. Another group of people pushed past, casting curious glances at the crying girl and the girl who looked entirely paralyzed.
You wanted to reach out. You wanted to grab her hand right there, in front of everyone, and prove her wrong. But your fingers felt like lead, frozen at your sides by a residual, irrational fear you couldn't shake.
Alysa looked at your hands, then up at your face. The tiny spark of hope that had been left in her eyes completely died out.
"That's what I thought," she breathed. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, turning away from you toward the stairs. "Don't follow me."
You moved to the top of the banister, watching her descend. You wanted to call out her name, to run after her, but your legs felt like lead. Downstairs, the party swallowed her instantly. Through the gaps in the railing, you watched her push through the crowded living room, heading straight for the kitchen. Within moments, she was surrounded by a group of mutual friends. Someone handed her a fresh drink. She took a sip, threw her head back, and laughedâa loud, forced sound that didn't reach her eyes.
Even from the stairs, you could see the tension in her frame, the way she was using the noise and the alcohol as a shield to keep from breaking down completely. She was choosing to be seen, choosing to exist in the light, even if it was a blinding, painful one.
Paralyzed, you sank down onto the top step, pulling your knees tightly to your chest. People continued to stumble past you, heading up and down the staircase, but you became completely invisible to them. You were just a sad girl at a party, a dime a dozen.
You buried your face in your arms, and the heavy, suffocating weight of your own mind took over.
It feels like we're the only two people in the universe. Like constellations.
Alysaâs words echoed through the thumping bass vibrating beneath you, sounding exactly like the song you both loved. She was right. When you were alone in your bedroom, with the door locked and the world shut out, loving Alysa felt as natural as breathing. In the dark, she was your sky. You could trace the lines of her face, hold her hand until your fingers ached, and feel the terrifying, beautiful weight of your feelings for another girl without a single drop of fear. In the dark, you were connected. A perfect pattern of stars.
But Alysa didn't want to live in the dark anymore. She wanted to exist in the daytime. And by flinching away, you had left her burning out in the cold.
How are you ever going to hold me when it actually matters?
Her final question repeated in your head, a steady, agonizing pulse. Your hands, still tucked away, began to shake. You hated yourself in this moment. You hated the invisible cage you had built around your own heart. You had been so consumed by the irrational fear of a stranger's sideways glance, so terrified of acknowledging the word lesbian out loud in a room full of people who didn't even know your name, that you had sacrificed the one person who actually cared about you.
You had thought you were protecting yourself. Instead, you had just isolated her.
Glancing through the banister again, you caught sight of her glossy hair under the kitchen lights. She was still talking, still holding that drink like a lifeline, desperately trying to drown out the fight youâd just had. She was downstairs, surrounded by people, trying to forget you. And you were up here, entirely alone, drowning in the truth.
The tears you had been fighting back finally spilled over, hot and bitter against your knees. The music from downstairs swelled, a mindless, happy rhythm that felt like an insult to the hollow ache opening up in your chest. You had wanted safety, anonymity, and silence. Now you had it, and it felt like a death sentence.
Through the wooden slats of the banister, you saw Alysa move. She handed her half-empty cup to a friend and began walking out of the kitchen, heading straight toward the crowded living room.
Something inside you snapped.
The suffocating weight of your fear suddenly burned away, replaced by a terrifying, electric jolt of adrenaline. You couldn't let her walk away. Not like this. Not into a crowd of people where she would force herself to forget you.
Your chest hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird as you scrambled to your feet. You didn't just walk; you practically ran down the stairs, your vision entirely locked on her glossy hair. Pushing past a couple laughing near the bottom step, you shoved your way into the living room. The room was a sea of moving bodies, flashing colored lights, and loud music, but you cut right through the center of it, your eyes never leaving Alysa.
You reached her right in the middle of the room.
Sensing someone approaching fast, Alysa turned around sharply. She took a panicked step backward, almost bumping right into you, her eyes widening in surprise before hardening into a protective shield.
"Y/N," she said, her voice firm, cutting through the noise. Before you could speak, she held a hand up right between you, palm out, deliberately creating a physical boundary.
Around you, the immediate circle of mutual friends quieted down, their eyes darting between the two of you, instantly picking up on the heavy, fragile tension.
"Alysa, please," you begged, the words ripping from your throat, raw and desperate. You didn't care who was looking anymore. You didn't care about the labels, or the room, or the strangers. The only thing that mattered was the girl standing a foot away from you with her hand raised like a shield.
Alysa looked at you, her eyes swimming with fresh hurt, and let out a breathless, devastating soundâhalf a laugh, half a scoff. It was the sound of someone who had given up. Without another word, she dropped her hand and tried to brush past you, turning her shoulder to walk away.
You didn't think. There was no hesitation left in your body, no room for the fear that had paralyzed you all night.
As she moved past, you reached out and caught her wrist. With a sudden surge of confidence, you pulled her back toward you. Before she could protest, before she could push you away, you leaned in and crashed your lips against hers.
It was a sudden, fierce kiss that caught Alysa entirely off guard. Her breath hitched against your mouth, her body freezing completely in your arms. Right there, under the flashing red and blue lights, in the dead center of the crowded living room, in front of your friends, and in front of everyoneâyou finally let the lights come on.
The moment your lips met hers, the rigid tension in Alysaâs frame melted away. The wall she had built between you collapsed in an instant.
Instinctively, her hand shot out to grab your waist, her fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly, pulling you flush against her body as if she were making sure you were actually real. Her other hand flew up to cup your face, her thumb brushing against your cheekbone, her touch warm and incredibly steadying.
The kiss deepened instantly, fueled by hours of agonizing frustration, unspoken longing, and the sudden, breathless relief of finally being close. She tasted faintly of the sweet liquor sheâd been drinking downstairs, a sharp, intoxicating rush that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
As Alysa kissed you back with a fierce, desperate hunger, the rest of the house party seemed to completely dissolve. The thumping bass of the music, the flashing colored lights, the whispers of your friends, and the presence of a room full of strangers all faded into a dull, distant blur. The suffocating crowd didn't matter anymore. The fear that had kept you paralyzed on the stairs was entirely gone, burned to ash by the heat of her mouth against yours.
For those few unhurried seconds, you weren't hiding in the dark, and you weren't running away. Right there in the middle of the crowded room, you were finally in your own worldâtwo stars collapsing into each other, forming a constellation that nobody else could break.
When Alysa finally pulled back, just an inch or two, her forehead came to rest against yours. Both of you were breathing heavily, the air between you thick with a quiet, stunned reverence.
The roar of the party slowly rushed back into your earsâthe thumping bass, the clinking glasses, the subtle whispers of the people around youâbut neither of you looked away to see who was watching. For the first time all night, you didnât care.
Alysaâs eyes fluttered open, dark and shining with unshed tears, but the heartbreak that had filled them on the stairs was gone. Instead, there was a soft, disbelieving wonder. Her thumb gently stroked your cheek, wiping away the trace of a tear you hadn't even realized youâd dropped.
"You stayed," she whispered, her voice a fragile, beautiful thing over the music.
"I'm not running anymore," you breathed back, leaning into her palm. Your chest was still hammering, but the fear was entirely gone, replaced by a profound sense of peace. "Iâm sorry it took me so long to get down the stairs."
A small, genuine smile finally broke through Alysaâs exhaustion, radiant and warm. She let out a soft breath, her fingers slipping down from your face to entwine perfectly with yours. She held your hand tightly, lifting it between your bodies where everyone could see it, cementing the promise youâd just made in the middle of the room.
"Come on," Alysa murmured, her eyes locking onto yours with total certainty. "Let's go home."
As she led you through the crowded living room toward the front door, your hands remained locked together. You didnât look down, and you didn't look away when people glanced your way. Step by step, you walked out of the suffocating noise of the party and into the cool, quiet night air.
Underneath the vast, open sky, the universe felt impossibly big. But as Alysa squeezed your hand, pulling you close against her side under the light of a thousand distant stars, you knew you weren't lost. You were exactly where you belonged.
Okay hear me out, what if both reader and Alysa are figure skaters (you choose) and they go crazy and rough in bed with all the stamina they have, like round after round? If reader's not a figure skater then you could do crazy overstimulation? (I think you already have done one with overstimulation but you get it, right?)
itâs up bb titled: âEndurance Testâ hope you enjoy đ«¶đ»đ
(a/n) as requested by anon hereâs some skating rivalry turned into a test of endurance. hope enjoy bbđ«¶đ»đ
The cold, sterile air of the arena always seemed to linger on your skin, but inside the elevator of the athlete's hotel, the atmosphere was boiling.
You and Alysa stood side by side, still wearing your heavy team tracksuits, the scent of ice and sweat clinging to both of you. Practice for the Grand Prix Final had been brutal. The ice was fast, the pressure was suffocating, and for the last two hours, you had done nothing but watch each other. Every time Alysa snapped into a triple axel, your eyes followed the line of her body; every time you landed a combination, you caught her watching you from the boards, her eyes dark and calculating.
The rivalry was supposed to be professional. But right now, trapped in a metallic box that was moving entirely too slow, the tension was thick enough to choke on.
The elevator pinged, passing the fourth floor. Alysa shifted her weight, the fabric of her trackpants rustling in the quiet. She wasnât looking at you, but you could see the rapid pulse throbbing in her throat.
"My room?" Alysa suddenly broke the silence, her voice a little breathless, cutting straight through the hum of the elevator.
You didn't answer right away. Instead, you slowly turned your head to look at her. A slow, deliberate smirk crept up your face, your eyes locking onto hers with an unspoken, hungry promise.
Alysaâs breath hitched, a faint flush creeping up her neck. "Iâll take that as a yes," she muttered with a massive grin, her tone sharp with a sudden rush of adrenaline.
The doors chimed and slid open on the seventh floor. Alysa didn't waste a second. She stepped out, her stride hurried, the fierce determination she usually kept for the ice now entirely directed down the carpeted hallway. You followed closely behind, your heart hammering against your ribs, the anticipation coiling tight and heavy in your gut.
The moment she swiped her keycard and the door clicked open, the restraint snapped.
Round One: No Patience
Alysa shoved the door shut behind you, the heavy thud echoing in the room, and immediately threw herself at you. Track jackets were ripped off in a frenzy, zippers catching, fabric stretching as she shoved you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. You tumbled down together in a messy, breathless heap.
Before you could even think about taking control, Alysa crawled over you, her knees pinning your thighs. Her eyes were wild, a fierce, competitive heat burning in them. "My turn first," she panted, not giving you a choice as she yanked your underwear down.
She didn't waste a second on gentleness. Alysa dived between your legs, her mouth hot and demanding against your slick core. You let out a shattered gasp, your fingers instantly tangling into her hair, pulling her closer. She used the same relentless drive she had on the ice, her tongue striking against your clit with a bruising, desperate speed.
It was frantic, chaotic fucking, fueled purely by weeks of built-up frustration. She slid two fingers deep inside you, pumping them in a hard, rapid rhythm that perfectly matched the frantic pace of her mouth. The contrast of her cool hands against your burning skin drove you over the edge in minutes. You arched your back, screaming her name as a violent, body-shaking orgasm ripped through you. Alysa didn't stop, swallowing your cries and keeping up the brutal friction until you were sobbing, completely unraveled beneath her.
Round Two: Reciprocity
Alysa didn't even let you catch your breath before she moved, her chest heaving as she sat back on her heels, looking down at you with a smug, breathless grin. But you weren't about to let her win that easily.
Using that elite skater stamina, you gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back with a sudden burst of strength, pinning her into the mattress. "You think you're the only one who can play rough?" you growled, your voice dark and thick with arousal.
Alysaâs eyes widened, a thrill running through her as you stripped her remaining clothes off. She was already dripping, completely undone by watching you come. You slammed your mouth against hers, biting her lip until she groaned, and drove your fingers deep inside her.
"Ah! Fuck!" Alysa shrieked, her legs instantly flying up to lock around your waist.
You picked up a relentless, punishing pace, your thumb grinding against her swollen clit while your fingers stretched her wide, bottoming out inside her with every hard thrust. The room was filled with the heavy, wet sounds of frantic fucking and Alysaâs breathless, shattered moans. She tried to match your rhythm, bucking her hips against your hand, her strong thigh muscles tensing as she chased the peak. You kept her right on the edge, pushing her faster and harder until she collapsed into a violent, sobbing climax, her inner walls clamping down around your fingers like a vice.
Round Three: Washing It Away
The adrenaline was still pumping furiously through both of your veins. Neither of you was satisfied. Sweat slicked your skin, and the heat in the room was suffocating.
"Shower," Alysa gasped out, her fingers weakly tugging at your arm. "Get in the shower with me."
You hauled her up, both of your legs a little shaky, and stumbled into the en-suite bathroom. You turned the knob, not even waiting for the water to warm up before stepping under the spray. The cool water hit your overheated skin, making you both gasp, but the chill didn't stand a chance against the heat between you.
Water streamed down Alysaâs face, plastering her hair to her head and making her skin glisten under the bathroom lights. You pinned her against the wet tile wall, but before you could take control, Alysa's hands gripped your waist, pushing back against you with a fierce, competitive grin.
"Together," she panted, her eyes dark and demanding. "Right now."
You didn't need to be told twice. You hooked one of her toned legs over your hip, propping her up against the slick tile. At the same time, your hand slid down between her thighs, finding her completely soaked and desperate. Alysa mirrored you instantly, her own hand reaching down between your legs, her fingers sliding deep inside you while her thumb found your swollen clit.
The friction was raw and electric, enhanced by the rushing water. You began to move together in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm that was pure chaos and desperate need. You stroked her hard and fast, your fingers working in perfect tandem with the relentless, heavy rhythm of her hand against you.
The sound of the roaring shower was drowned out by your combined groans, the wet slaps of skin against skin, and the heavy panting of two athletes pushing their bodies to the absolute limit. It was a race with no loser. Alysaâs fingers pumped inside you with a bruising, desperate speed, driving you closer and closer to the edge, while your thumb ground against her clit until she was throwing her head back against the porcelain, sobbing your name.
"I'm going toâ" Alysa choked out, her grip on your shoulder tightening until it bruised.
"Me too. Don't stop," you cried, picking up the pace to a brutal, dizzying frequency.
The peak hit you both at the exact same fraction of a second.
A shared, shattered scream echoed off the bathroom walls as you both detonated. Alysaâs inner walls clamped down violently around your fingers just as your own body convulsed around hers. The double orgasm was so powerful it felt blinding; your knees buckled, and Alysa slid down the wall, both of you collapsing into a tangled, shivering heap on the floor of the shower.
The water rained down on you, washing away the sweat, the slick, and the exhaustion as you lay there, chests heaving, holding onto each other like lifelines.
When the water finally ran lukewarm, you shut it off. You wrapped a towel around a completely spent, shivering Alysa, both making your way back to the bed.
The room was a disaster of damp sheets and discarded clothes. Alysa collapsed against your chest, her breathing finally slowing to a steady, rhythmic pattern, her body occasionally twitching from the aftershocks. You held her tight, your arm securely around her waist.
Tomorrow, you would be fierce rivals on the ice, skating for gold. But tonight, there was no competitionâjust the quiet, exhausted peace of two bodies completely mastered by each other.
you can not tell me that she isn't queer with that carabiner hanging over her jeans, lets bsfr
exactly! not to mention her old tiktokâs with the lesbian pride flag in the background and screen shots of her old pfpâŠwhich also had a lesbian pride flag in itâŠ
tell me about all the fantasies you have about me. yes, no matter how gross they are. no, dont stop even when i look disgusted. i wanna hear all about it âĄ
Can I request you write a fic about reader worshipping Amber like a goddess and always being at her feet? Doesnât have to have any s*x or smut just worship.
uhm can I also be your little Tumblr pet?
Can I claim âđ¶â ?
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hi bb, i wrote it and itâs titled âOn Holy Groundâ i hope you enjoyđ«¶đ»đ
as for the little pet partâŠyouâll have to earn that titleđ
