ask: can u pls write smut for Top Alysa and fem Model reader she met at an awardshow or something like that
author's note: hiiii! i got this ask and lowk wanted to write more for alysa so here you go. i have one more request for a medieval!alysa, so i'll do that after! reqs are open!
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Lights flash and cameras shutter as you walk up the red steps of The Met Gala entrance hall. Celebrities are everywhere, paparazzi calling their names as they walk by, posing for pictures. You have a share of your own attention, hoards of men and women holding cameras up to their faces shout your name, and you turn towards them, smiling and waving as the flashes go off.
You're a mainstream model, definitely well known, but by no means a Kim Kardashian or Taylor Swift. Hell no. You're slightly lower, at like Jennifer Lawrence's level of popularity, and you honestly prefer it that way.
Making your way through the enormous tented hall, various media companies stop and ask you for interviews, but none catch your eye, until her.
Smiling, you recognize her hair before you even see her face, and suddenly you're standing up a little straighter, a smile playing on your lips as Alysa Liu makes her way over, a microphone in hand.
"Oh my gosh, hi- of course," You say, a soft laugh slipping out as she grins up at you, gesturing for you to follow. She's shorter than you thought, but you can't help but notice the way she moves like she's meant to be here. "I'm like obsessed with your Olympics free skate performance," You add, a little more casually than you feel.
She glances back, surprised- really surprised- and it makes something warm fill in your chest. "You watched it?" She asks, almost disbelieving.
"Yes! Are you kidding? I've watched it like an embarrassing amount of times," Just weeks before, you'd been holed up on your couch with your best friends, ice cream in hand, as you watched Alysa both on your TV screen and edits of her on your TikTok, both of you giggling about how you'd totally get with her if you could. Your entire FYP is practically just Alysa's edits. And you definitely aren't mad about it. "You're kind of hard to ignore, you know," You add, teasingly, but you can't help but notice the way her cheeks turn slightly red.
"Honesty, I forget that like half of America watched it," She mumbles, positioning you in front of the camera set up, her hand brushes yours slightly, just enough to send a jolt of electricity through you. "Okay, you ready?" Shifting from her flustered, giggling persona, she's calm and serious now. More masculine yet feminine in a way you'd only seen in her performances. You'd definitely be lying if you said it didn't slightly turn you on.
Nodding at her, Alysa gives the cue to start the cameras up.
“So,” Alysa starts, glancing down at her notes before looking back up at you. “What inspired your look tonight?”
You hum, pretending to think, but your eyes stay on hers. “Honestly? I think I was going for something that would get your attention.”
She blinks, caught off guard, a small laugh slipping out. “My attention?”
“Did it work?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.
“…Yeah,” she admits, quieter this time, before clearing her throat and turning slightly toward the camera again. “Yeah, I’d say it did.”
“Um, uh," She flits her eyes down at her notes again, clearly distracted. "Who are you wearing tonight?”
"Versace," You nod, leaning in slightly.
She holds eye contact for a second too long before asking the next question. “How are you feeling walking into a room like this tonight?”
"Definitely nervous," You laugh, motioning to all the paparazzi surrounding you. "But honestly, it's the people that make it better. Just being able to have that human connection sort of grounds me in a way."
Nodding, she goes to read the next question off her list, but you're quick to ask your own before you can even think.
“Okay, wait, what about you? You can’t ask me that and not answer.”
Starting to protest, you hold a finger up, shaking your head. "What would you ask me if you weren’t on camera?”
She stops for a second before answering, smirking up at you. "For your number to be honest."
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That interview was one of the best and worst things you possibly could have done that night. One, the woman is a fucking smokeshow, and your small crush morphed into a giant one after seeing her in person. Two, you have a giant crush, and you don't have her number.
The cameras cut shortly after Alysa asked for your number, which you stupidly didn't reply to, only brushing it off as if she was joking. She was just joking, right?
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Wrong. You're soooo wrong.
You can't even see her face as she buries her tongue inside your pussy, her tongue working in a smooth rythum, gently circling your clit while her hand pumps in and out.
"Ohmygod yes," You mumble, your chest heaving as she hitches your leg further onto her shoulder. Thank fuck for single-stalled bathrooms at the Met.
The utter sound of her fingers bottoming inside you is fucking insane, filling the bathroom along with little breathy sounds.
"Fuck baby," She moans, the sound guttural and delicious against your sopping center.
Her pace quickens slightly as her hands scissor inside of you as she pulls out, fast to dive right back in again. You feel your core tighten, that familiar feeling rising as you grab her hair, tugging.
The two of you are an absolute mess by now, her dress gone, her nipples swollen and pink from the attention you gave them earlier, both of your hair tousled from the pulling, and your makeup messed up. Her face and neck are covered with lipstick marks, your body is adorned with teeth imprints, and the familiar blooming of hickies.
Cum drips down your legs and onto her face as you cry out, your orgasm falling through you.
(tutor!alysa liu x student!athlete!reader oneshot)
ask: would you be down to do a smutshot of alysa as student athlete reader’s tutor because reader starts to fall behind, putting their athletics on the line until they fix their grades. Alysa ends up having the hots for her because she isn’t like every other cocky and disrespectful athlete that essentially just used her lessons to get their coaches off their ass but actually respected her and also turned out to have all these little nerdy interests (that she could maybe find out about when she goes over to reader’s house for their first session). So everytime alysa goes to their house for a session, she shamelessly flirts with them (they’re completely oblivious at first) until alysa is fed up and just tells her straight up what she wants then reader obviously gives in! sorry for that long ass description, I damn near wrote the whole oneshot myself 💔 but yea it’s essentially just tears by sabrina! thank you sm😽
author's note: hiiii! genuinely love how much detail you put into this, anon, thank you!!! here you go and i hope you like ittttt! reqs are open!
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1:29 PM
"Okay," Scooching her chair further in, Alysa tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "So what are our goals for this?"
Slouched in your chair across the table from her, you grumble, wanting to be anywhere but here. "Not failing?" You shrug. Honestly, you didn't even want to do this whole fucking tutor thing, but the coach made you. You're failing Calculus, a mandatory class to pass and to play hockey, so here you are.
"Well, yes… but what do you want to accomplish in the class. Any personal goals? Like learning something specific?" You can obviously tell she's agitated from the way her mouth draws into a straight line and how it takes her a second to answer. You definitely hadn't made a good first impression.
You study her face for a moment, thinking over her first question for you. None of your other tutors had ever cared about your personal goals, now that you think about it. Honestly, none of your other tutors had even cared about you passing; they were just worried about community service credit. You can tell this one's different; she cares. Sitting up a little straighter in your seat, you lean forward on the table, deciding to give her a chance. "Um, yeah," One of her eyebrows shoots up, and she honestly looks surprised or interested, you can't decide. "I feel like I definitely want to improve division skills in general and obviously circles."
She's staring by the time you're finished and quickly realizes it. Pulling out a notebook, she writes these two points down, her face now red with… embarrassment? "Okay, okay, both of those are super reasonable," She nods. "And your TA gave me specific areas to study with you, so we can work on that today,"
"Great,"
"Perfect," She follows, pulling out her Mac and some papers that she slides across the table to me.
The rest of your first meeting consists of notes, review, and learning what you can improve on. Alysa says the next one will get more in-depth, you'll actually be learning something.
"That should be it for the day," She finishes, shoving her few belongings in her backpack before standing up.
"Is email okay for you or…"
"Oh," She pulls her phone out of her back pocket. "Text, actually, do you mind?"
You shake your head. "No, not at all." Handing her your phone, you motion for her to put her phone number in.
6:10 PM
You: hey
You: it's me
You: just wondering if i have any hw??
You sit at your computer screen, staring at the messages you sent for what feels like hours until finally, the little cloud pops up. Why the fuck are you waiting for her to answer, you weirdo?
Alysa: No, you're fine.
Alysa: Sorry for the late reply, I was skating.
Not even caring if you look desperate, you reply almost immediately.
You: bro you skate????
Alysa: Haha yes
Alysa: I'm on the comp team.
You: no way that's so cool
You: i'll have to check it out sometime
(Alysa's POV kind of)
"Don't be too obvious, like she can't know I borderline stalked her last night," Alysa says in a whisper as she and her best friend, Cara, make their way down the stands of the ice rink.
"Isn't she supposed to like fuck around though? Callie told me she has like seven girlfriends at once."
Rolling her eyes, Alysa looks at Cara like she said the stupidest thing alive. "Okay, let's get serious here. She definitely doesn't have seven girlfriends, and she's nice! Like, she actually has manners,"
"Does she really?" Cocking an eyebrow, Cara points in the direction of you and a teammate trying to leapfrog on the ice.
Groaning, Alysa just looks away, pulling her best friend with her. "To me she does,"
"Sure,"
The arena starts to fill up around them as the start of the game gets closer, and honestly, it's pretty full for a Thursday night. Doing your laps, you pass by the stands, noticing a familiar face in the crowd. At first, you really don't think it's her, but then… the striped shirt gives her away. Slowing down, you stop in front of the glass, waving.
Her face turns bright red, and she looks like she literally wants to crawl out of her skin. So, of course, you start waving with both hands, and then when her friend nudges her to say something, and she actually waves back, you press yourself against the glass, smiling.
But the moment's cut short with one of your teammates coming up behind you, shoving you into the glass before skating off, your only option is to chase after them, leaving Alysa an absolute mess.
"She's definitely not that bad," Cara shrugs, smiling. "At least she's funny,"
Grumbling, Alysa tries to hide her smile. "Shut up,"
You: my place at 11??
Alysa: Sure. Make sure you have a computer charger. I left mine at my dorm.
You: gotchu girl
Alysa: Girl?
You: you don't like???
Alysa: No, no. See you then
Promptly at 11, Alysa's on the other side of your apartment door, ringing the doorbell. Honestly, she's been there for at least 5 minutes ringing it, but she's been incredibly unsuccessful in getting an answer.
Just when she's about to pull out her phone to call you, the door slams open, and there you are, standing there with wet-towel mussed hair and some sweats, and fuck, you look hot. Alysa's practically drooling as you lead her in, the scent of you freshly showered driving her insane.
"We can work at the table," You point towards the kitchen where your tutor sets her stuff down.
"Now?" You ask as she already starts pulling stuff out.
"Yeah?" She looks confused. "I mean, when would we?"
"No, now's fine," You nod, turning towards your room. "I just gotta let my friend know that I can't make it to trivia night,"
You do trivia night?? For fun? Alysa can barely control herself right now. The person she thought you were is most definitely not the person in front of her right now.
"Okay,"
The rest of the session goes as any of yours would, but this time it feels a bit more personal, almost. At one point, she leans over your shoulder, pointing at something on the paper, but doesn't move back right away; she forgot she's still as close as she was. But, you do learn that she smells good, like super duper good, you could drink her perfume for water.
Things also loosen up between you. A couple of times, you happen to glance at your phone, waiting for a response from your friend, and of course, Alysa notices, but the first couple of times she doesn't say anything. It isn't until you actually pick it up, that she gets sort of fiesty. “If you look at your phone again, I’m taking it.”
Smiling, you drop it, putting your hands in the air like you were caught red-handed. "Whoa, okay, I'm done,"
"Good," And she goes back to showing you something on your paper. “Your handwriting is nice… for an athlete.”
"Geez, okay, now we're bullying me?"
“…that sounded mean, sorry I didn’t mean it like that-”
You giggle at the genuinely worried expression on her face. "No, no, you're fine,"
Slowly, you two warm up to each other, the tutoring sessions get easier and easier until you're honestly, full-on, shamelessly flirting with each other, neither of you wanting to admit to the other what's actually happening.
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You're distracted, not really focusing, while Alysa sits across your kitchen counter from you, frustrated. She already was a little irritated over not being able to get through to you for weeks, both academically and… not. But this just adds to it all. She keeps repeating herself, and you're just not listening.
“Okay-no. Stop." She puts a hand out, taking the pencil away from you. "You’re not even trying right now.”
You look up at her, startled. "Wha-"
“Do you even care? About this? About your grades?” The built-up tension wants to drop as she just falls apart in front of you.“…about me being here?” She regrets that last part immediately, but doesn’t take it back.
“I mean, yeah, you’re helping a lot. I appreciate it.”
Standing up, she runs a hand through her hair. You're just not getting it. She's flustered, but she's not holding back now; she's gone too far already.
“That’s not- that’s not what I mean.” Shaking her head, she paces, unable to look at you. “I don’t come over here just because your coach asked me to. I mean, yeah, at first, but… I like being here.” Her voice gets softer, and she slows down. "I like you."
Because you're oblivious, she spells it out for you. “I like that you actually listen to me. I like that you’re not… like everyone else I tutor." She stops, turning towards you. "And I definitely don’t flirt with all my students for the record,”
Sitting in your chair, you stare at her, dumbfounded. You liked her, but you certainly did not think that those feelings were reciprocated. But the silence is mistaken for rejection.
“God, this is so embarrassing, sorry- just forget I said anything-” Flustered, she starts shoving all her stuff in the backpack she carries, her face beet red.
"Wait, no, oh my gosh, sorry," Standing up, you put a hand on hers, stopping her. "I like you too," Then you add, clarifying it for her. "Like more than as my tutor,"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
It doesn’t feel like a small word. It's heavy; it sits between you. Neither of you moves.
Your hand is still on hers, and when Alysa’s eyes drop to it, you can see the way she swallows.
“You’re… really distracting, you know that?” She says, quieter now, like she’s unsure if it's really the best thing to say.
You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your mouth. “You’ve been doing fine so far.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t answer. Just looks at you like she’s trying to figure out if you're real.
But you don't give her time to overthink it. Leaning in a little, Alysa notices immediately. Her shoulders tense for half a second as she might step back, but she doesn’t.
“We’re supposed to be studying,” She says, but it comes out weaker than before, her breath catching right at the end.
You let out a quiet huff of a laugh. “You’re the one who said you like me.”
“God,” she mutters under her breath, more to herself. “You’re so-”
“So what?”
There’s barely any space left between you.
Her back is bumping against the counter, and she still doesn't move away.
She looks up at you, her eyes a little wider now with something that looks a lot like anticipation.
“This is a bad idea.”
Your thumb brushes over her knuckles, slowly and intentionally. “Then tell me to stop.”
Her eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up again.
She exhales, shakily. “You’re not fair.”
Immediately, you decide this is your moment. You close the gap
The kiss starts slow, testing, but it snaps into something else almost immediately. Warmer, deeper, like all that tension finally has somewhere to go.
Alysa makes this quiet, surprised sound against your lips, like she didn’t expect to react like that, and it goes straight to your head.
Your hand slides from hers to her waist, pulling her in just enough that there’s no space left to pretend.
She lets you. She leans into it.
Her hand comes up, gripping lightly at your sleeve, then your wrist. Behind her, papers crumple slightly against the counter. Something tips, hitting the floor behind her, but neither of you cares.
When she finally pulls back, it’s barely an inch, her breath uneven, forehead almost touching yours.
“We’re literally,” She stops to exhale. “In the middle of a session.”
You glance down at the fallen papers, then back at her. “Feels like we moved on from that.”
Her laugh is soft, breathy, a little disbelieving. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You came over.”
That shuts her up for a second.
Her eyes narrow just slightly, challenging, not annoyed.
“Oh, so this is my fault now?”
You shrug a little. “Didn’t say that.”
“But you meant it.”
“Maybe.”
Without warning, she grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you back in. This time the kiss isn’t careful, but it’s still not rushed. There’s way less hesitation, more pressure, like she’s done pretending she doesn’t want this. Like she’s been thinking about it longer than she’s willing to admit. Your back hits the edge of the table this time, the roles shifting just enough to make your stomach flip.
“Still think I’m distracting?” You murmur against her mouth.
“Shut up,” She breathes, but she’s smiling, just barely, before kissing you again.
After a second, she pulls back just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes a little unfocused now.
“…You’re failing this session,” She says, trying to sound put together.
You grin. “Whatever,”
Alysa shakes her head, like she’s losing an argument with herself. And when she leans in again, there’s nothing hesitant about it anymore.
ask: Can I ask for a bratty!sub! alysa x rock band bassist smut fic// where in she makes reader really jealous because bassist keeps getting shipped with her bandmates lol
author's note: hiiii! so im getting through all the alysa requests rn. i hope you like!! reqs are open!
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user8932: oh my god reader and cece together??? yes please
user:2389: wait highkey you're on to something
Scrolling through her phone, Alysa sits on her couch, poring over hundreds of edits of her girlfriend and her bandmates. Jealousy couldn't even describe the feeling right now.
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Unimpressed, with her arms crossed over her chest, your girlfriend stands near the stage, watching over the crowd as your band does a soundcheck.
"Are you and Cece together?" A fan asks from the crowd, giggling as they hand the microphone back to a security guard.
You chuckle at this, glancing at your girlfriend off to the side. "We're just friends,"
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"I feel like I deserve to be mad at this," Alysa pouts, her striped hair pulled up in a ponytail as she paces in front of you, hands crossed over her chest.
"Baby, please, it's just jokes,"
"Jokes that are starting to get serious! And you are barely denying them."
Stand up, you stop her pacing, your hands on the small of her waist as you rub your thumbs in slow circles. "Honey," You look down at her, her eyes anywhere but on your own. "People know about us, they're choosing to ignore us. I can't help that, I'm doing my best to shut it down at my shows. I can't report every single one of the stupid edits I see."
Raising an eyebrow, she looks down. "You could," She mumbles.
You laugh a little, seeing the way it makes her smile. "I don't even have TikTok."
"But still."
Squatting down, you get eye level with her, drawing her chin up to meet your eyes. "It's us. Only us. They aren't the ones that get to choose that."
"I know, but-"
Grabbing her hand, you tug her onto your lap, her legs straddling your hips. Her hands fall down to your shoulders, your chests barely touching, only on her exhale. Her heat, her jealousy, practically radiates through her. God, she's hot when she's jealous. Her pupils are blown out wide, her eyes focused on yours as you trail your hands slowly up her back, under the band t-shirt she's wearing.
The quiet of your apartment and adrenaline rush mix, leaving you at a steady medium, wanting to please her, but slowly. She's practically panting with lust as she looks down at you.
"You know, I kind of like when you're jealous,"
She scrunches her eyebrows together, giving you a look. "I don't."
"Well, I don't like making you jealous, but this?" You motion down her body. "Is hot."
Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head. "I hate you."
You just ignore her answer, chuckling as you lean into her, your mouth attaching to her neck. "You don't. You mumble into her skin as you nip at her skin. Little whimpers and gasps pour out of her mouth as you gently bite her, licking it over before moving onto the next spot. Your hands travel as your mouth works, kneeding her ass as she begins to grind into you, her core meeting your belly until you can feel how wet she is beneath her skirt.
Carefully, you move the collar of her shirt to the side, exposing more skin.
"You're needy, baby, huh?"
"Nope," but her words contradict her actions. Her head is thrown back, her mouth open as she moans, gripping your back as she ruts against you.
Keeping one hand on her hips, you slip the othe between her legs, pressing your knuckles to her sopping core.
Her reaction is immediate, a high-pitched whimper escaping her throat as she tightens her hand around your shoulder. "Fuck!
Smiling into her skin, you put some more pressure upwards, and she gladly takes it, moving her hips harder into you.
Her underwear is doing nothing to hide how wet she is; honestly, it's just making it worse. The sound is insane, as if she doesn't even have panties on. The sound drives you crazy.
You feel her legs begin to shake as her hands find their way under your tank top, her nails scratching deep into you.
"God, you're so annoying," She mumbles in between pants, her teeth gritted as she rests her forehead on your shoulder, your sweat sticking together. But you keep going, slipping her underwear to the side to move your fingers inside her, the sounds she's making are guttural, pouring out of her as you pick the pace up, thrusting in and out of her.
"You're so fucking annoying," She whines, and you feel her clench around your genitals before a burst of liquid comes streaming down your hand.
"And you love it." Softly, you press a kiss to her forehead, helping her ride out the climax until you're in a tangled mess of sweat and each other
ask: Was wondering if you could do something like a movie night with amber and isabeau and just whoever you want, and everyones dressed comfortably. Alysa is in an oversized shirt and boxers and sitting in her girlfriend's lap who after a while can't help but notice the heat coming from alysa, immediately understanding that she's wet especially when alysa keeps pushing her hips more firmly into her, nearly grinding now. The knowledge and the feeling makes her girlfriend needy as well, she just wants to get between alysas thighs and eat her out until she's moaning and squirting. How is she gonna do that when they're still with the others and watching a movie in the living room?
author's note: hiiii! i'm slowly going through reqs right now so bare with me! i have 2 or three k9 reqs that i definitely plan on writing, as well as a couple alysa liu ones. if anyone has any ideas for a caitlin clark fic send them my way! i was also thinking of doing text messages between reader and the person? idk if anyone would want that. but yay! thank you for all the ideas you're amazing! reqs are open!
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"Thank fuck I'm a lesbian, I couldn't imagine having to go through this every day," Amber giggles as 'Never Have I Ever' plays on the small TV screen of your and Alysa's shared apartment. The Olympics were a hectic time for your girlfriend; she hadn't seen Amber and Isabeau since, so she wanted to invite them over tonight for a movie night and to introduce you to them.
Throwing her hands up in the air, Isabeau just shakes her head. "Totally can't relate, guys are easier to manipulate than women,"
"True that," Your girlfriend nods, smiling with the little smirk that she does. "But I'm kind of glad she's not so easily manipulatable,"
"I mean, I would hope?" Scrunching your eyebrows together, you pretend to be offended, but really, you enjoy the amazing view of Alysa grinning down at you. She's sitting in your lap as she has been for the duration of movie night, her legs on either side of your own that are stretched out on the couch. Everyone's dressed pretty comfortably, considering you're not going out anywhere, you and Alysa's friends in pajama pants and hoodies, your girlfriend in a pair of your boxers and a giant t-shirt thanks to her tendency to run hot.
Eventually, the four of you turn back to the show, you shoveling popcorn into your mouth as you watch, barely paying attention to the woman sitting on your lap.
You don't really notice anything happening until she starts squirming around. It's not huge movements, but they're definitely significant enough to make you notice. Whispering, you run your hands up and down her legs, trying to stop her. "Baby, can you like stop moving? I'm trying to watch,"
All she does is nod back, her mouth practically clamped shut as her teeth tug on her bottom lip.
Weird. But you just turn back to the show, commenting on little parts here and there.
But after a while, you really can't help but notice the heat coming from Alysa. Yes, she normally runs really hot, but like it's radiating from her core. Immediately, you realize she's wet.
You feel as she hungrily grinds her hips back into you, searching for the friction she so badly needs right now, and fuck, you would be lying if you said you didn't want to give it to her. Grabbing a blanket from behind, you throw it over her legs. She glances back at this, a knowing look on her face.
Fuck, you really can't be doing this right here, but knowing that she's wet for you right now? God, it makes you possibly even needier.
Throwing the blanket back, you lift her gently off her lap, announcing that you have to go to the bathroom... but you don't. You head to your and Alysa's shared bedroom, immediately stripping and falling back on the bed, hoping she takes the hint if she's just as needy as you think she is.
And she is.
"I'm gonna go change, I'll be right back,"
You can faintly hear the murmurs of agreement from Isabeau and Amber, and then the opening of your bedroom door.
"Hi," She says, her pupils immediately dilating at the sight of you sprawled out on your bed.
You watch as she quickly undresses herself, not even bothering to make a show of it. She practically pounces on top of you, attacking your neck with kisses and angry red hickies until she trails down your chest. But you stop her, pulling away.
"Nuh uh," Shaking your head, you flip your positions so she's now on the bottom. "Let's take care of you first,"
And of course, your girl doesn't protest; she happily watches as you slowly kiss your way down her body, holding eye contact with her the whole time.
Now exposed to the cool air, she can't hide how absolutely wrecked she is. You can tell her folds are practically soaking with need just with a glance down, and you smirk into the nips on your way down.
Slowly, ever so slowly, you make it down to her hips. She grips your hair, her fingers entangled as she pulls you into her, panting and heaving as she begs for you to eat her.
You run a finger through her. Oh fuck. She's wet.
You moan, gripping her ass and spreading her wider, making room for you to slide your tongue in.
Immediately, a loud cry escapes from your girlfriend, and you clamp a hand over her mouth. You could honestly get off at the sight of her, your hand over her mouth, as she struggles to keep quiet, her eyebrows laced in pleasure as she looks down at you.
Fuck, she's gorgeous.
Nodding at her, you make sure she's gonna be quiet before you release your palm, licking a test swipe through her folds. She's definitely not silent, but she's quieter than before, so you take it as a win.
Her legs begin to shake as you move your tongue further and further into her, expertly twisting out the orgasm you know has been building up for a while.
You know you should be reminding her to keep quiet, but the little whimpers and moans she keeps letting slip are keeping you going.
You spread and fuck her with her tongue, pulling it all out of her as you swallow every last drop of come.
ask: i read the princess au and i LOVED it. i would love to see a oneshot or similar of alysa and reader having a really tense friendship after reader gets married where eventually they say fuck it and run away together or something, or they sneak around to see eachother.
author's note: hiiii! okay so i absolutely love writing fantasy au and got this request so like yes yes yes!!!!! here's the first part if you haven't read it already!! i hope you enjoy! also i am slowly putting out the fics i wrote while i was on a little hiatus and am going through my inbox now, i love all your ideas and i plan to write more tomorrow!!! reqs are open!
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✶ You see her from across the room, but her eyes don’t lock with yours- they can’t lock with yours. You know what could happen if someone even suspects you together. Quickly, you draw your attention back to the small radius around you.
Your husband stands nearby, engaging in conversation with a duke, you primmley hold onto his arm, trying your best to look interested, smiling graciously at the man’s wife. She smiles grimly back, doing a terrible job at hiding her distaste. She doesn’t come from a very allied kingdom, so it’s hard for some wives to find common ground with others. Women like her are what make it hard for you to pretend.
Quickly after you got married, your father had died, leaving you and your husband the first in line for the throne. Being queen has come with its perks, as well as its duties. Specifically, baby duties. Ah, the long-overdue present the kingdom had been expecting for years now, but it’s something you’d been holding off on. Yes, you performed the proper marital ceremonies with your husband as often as he pleased, but it was certainly not enjoyable for you, and you’d gone through all measures to prevent any sort of offspring resulting from these duties. For one reason only.
Again, her eyes catch yours from across the crowd, but you can see the walls she puts up between you. Pretending is the only thing you can do to protect yourselves. It’s been years since you’d last seen Princess Alysa in public without having to act like she doesn’t know you deeper than anyone.
Your most recent conversation in front of people had been at the opening of an orphanage in town. The two of you had been seated next to each other on a podium, mere inches apart as you adequately engaged in a conversation like you hadn’t been under her skirts the night before.
It had been incredibly hard to hide your relationship. No one knew, not even your ladies-in-waiting had the slightest idea of any goings on between the castles.
✶ “Are you sure no one saw?” You giggle, whispering with your back pressed tightly against the huge wooden doors of the Princesses’ chambers.
She’s shorter than you, but still, her chest is heaving against your own, your faces inches apart with matching grins. “I don’t think,”
You can practically taste her already from the proximity, her scent engulfing you as she wraps her hands around your neck, her fingers falling into the little whisps of hair at the nape.
“You looked so pretty last night,” She breathes, her gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth and back up again.
A groan spills up as you recall her dress from the previous night. God, it was revealing. Her breasts looked so fucking amazing, all pushed up and out from the corset, with her cheeks tinted pink in the low lighting of your ballroom. “I beg to differ, you should’ve seen yourself,”
“It was really hard not being able to talk to you, like harder than most nights,”
“It was super hard not to stare at your boobs.”
A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she buries her face into your neck. “Shut up,”
With your hands on her shoulders, you pull her away, your eyes meeting now. Finally. “Well, you look pretty now, too.”
She brings her hand up to cup your cheek. “You look gorgeous,”
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“Have you ever thought about running away?” Bare, you lie sprawled out on her bed together, your chests heaving as you gaze at the ceiling.
“Together?” You glance to the side at her. You had thought about it, just not seriously.
“Yeah, like leaving our husbands,”
Snorting, you just shake your head. “The king would kill me,”
“We would probably be wanted,” She shrugs. “But it would just be us.”
“And we wouldn’t have to hide,”
Turning your heads, your eyes meet, looking deep into the other. “Alysa,”
“Yeah?”
“Are you serious?”
“I mean, I’ve thought about it.” Again, she shrugs, pretending to act nonchalant, but her racing heart says otherwise.
✶ “This feels like the first night meeting!” You giggle, your arms wrapped tightly around her torso as she urges the horse on, forcing it faster and faster until the trees are blurring past you.
“This feels illegal,”
Everything is funny right now, so again, you giggle, happy to have the freedom to giggle with her. “Well, it is,”
You made the plan weeks ago, tonight you executed it, and so far, so good. With your bags packed and slung across your back, you race through the trees on horseback, escaping the confinement.
Really, the only plans you made were to leave; the rest is to figure out, and that you plan to do. You know it won’t be as comfortable and lavish as your life at the castle was, but it’s together, and that’s honestly all that matters.
Eventually, you make it to a small clearing, days away from the castle, with small breaks to sleep. It’s bright with flowers and hedges surrounding the clearing, blocking it from view of any passersby. It’s perfect. Dropping off the horse, you center yourself in the middle, looking up to the sky, the trees parting just enough. It’s beautiful.
Throughout the next few weeks, the two of you will conceive a small cottage. Poorly built, yes, but home. It’s amazing how quick you went through with it, spending nights in a small tent and camp set up next to the small wooden structure.
✶ The years passed by long and plentiful, berries were harvested and meat collected, and slowly a garden bloomed to the right of your small kitchen window (with no glass lol). And of course, the cottage grew steadily, becoming far from the fragile structure you started with.
The pair of you fell into a steady rhythm of a routine, dinner at night, and the day spent crafting… or making love, whatever you preferred that morning. It’s simple and definitely the life you wanted.
(lowk sub!alysa liu x tattoo artist!masc!reader oneshot)
ask: alysa x masc tattoo artist???👀👀 possible smut???👀
author's note: hiiii! so i don't normally write masc reader but for this i decided to go out of my comfort zone just because of how much i liked the request. anon you are so creative thank you!!!! i made this way longer than necessary but i hope you like! reqs are open!
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Milan, Italy
The door to your shop rings open as someone steps through. You just finished up with a walk-in appointment, cleaning up the chair and supplies, and you glance at the clock on the wall, 5:02 PM. Who the fuck wants a tattoo right now?
Normally, you're able to see the customer when they walk in, but with the mix of supplies stacking up and the obvious height of the client, you can't see them.
"Hey, we're actually closing in a coupl-"
Coming around the corner is possibly the hottest girl you've seen. She's short, yes, but god does she make up for this in other ways. Her hair is striped and long, with bangs covering her forehead and possibly the baggiest outfit you've ever seen. But this is your style, like this is your type, so immediately you're attracted. Her tank top hugs her in absolutely all the right places, but her baggy sweatpants and zip-up hoodie cover everything you wish you could see.
She looks apologetic, almost as if she scrambles to leave. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize," But you're standing up, gently putting a hand to her shoulder before she can get out the door.
"What were you looking for?" Your voice comes out much softer than you intended it to, but honestly, you can't help it. Up close, the girl is short. Like insanely short, you're practically towering over her as she grips her bag, looking up at you with a slight blush on her face.
"I wanted a back tattoo, but I had no idea you were closing soon. I'll just come back tomorrow if that's-" First of all, this just absolutely adds to the idea of her being hot.
Interrupting, you lead her to the back of the shop. "Now's fine actually, my sister just cancelled our dinner reservations,"
"I really don't want to bother you or anything," She says, looking around at the different designs you have displayed on the walls.
Waving her off, you take a seat at your desk chair where you normally draw out your designs. "You're totally fine,"
You motion to the bed/chair across from you, and she sits, her legs practically dangling off the edge.
Pulling up a blank page, you look at her. "So, what did you want in the tattoo?"
She thinks for a minute, concentrating. "Definitely symmetrical, but other than that, you can have creative choice on it."
Nodding, you take in her vibes, her outfit, her hair, and get to work. Within a couple of minutes, you have a design drawn up. Turning your iPad around, her face lights up as she sees it.
Laughing, she nods her head, looking between you and the drawing. "Yesyesyes!"
Actually, tattooing the design proves to be more painful for you than it is for her. Just the act of having to pull her pants down slightly has you wetting your boxers, your face heating up as she lies down face-first, adjusting so you have ample room.
This is (un)fortunately (you honestly can't decide if you hate it or not) the position you have to tattoo her in for the duration of the session. Honestly, it goes by pretty quickly considering the size and placement of her tattoo, but you do your best to drag it out. Your left hand rests on the bench, while your drawing hand rests on the swell of her ass and lower back.
Before you know it, the session is done, and she's pulling herself off the chair and walking, uncomfortably, over to the mirror to check it out. "I love it," She compliments, smiling as she turns around, lifting her shirt to see the new ink.
It's definitely a good thing she likes it, considering it would be a huge pain in the ass to get it removed. Chuckling, you just watch as she admires it, cleaning off your supplies. "Good,"
"Do you think this would be okay if I play sports?" She asks, turning towards you.
"Should be as long as you're careful not to hit your back too much," You nod, replying. "What sport d'you play?"
At this question, her face goes red, and she turns back around. "Figure skating," She says quietly, as if she doesn't want you to hear. Weird. But you just brush it off, leading her to the front counter to deal with prices.
"Tell you what," Leaning against the counter across from her, you look down at the price on your computer. "I'll give you a little discount because you were so brave today."
And just like before, she becomes flustered, her face heating up with a deep shade of red as she just nods, accepting your negotiation. Once she pays, you slide over a business card, highlighting your personal phone number at the bottom. "If anything happens to it during your sport, shoot me a message." You instruct.
And with that, she's gone, and you think you'll never see her again... oh, but you're wrong. So very wrong.
Closing the shop for the night, you head home. Most days, you just opt to walk home, considering it's a couple of blocks away. It's nice to have quiet from the inevitable chaos you'll arive to at home. You took your 17-year-old sister in a couple of years ago, saving her from years of neglect from your parents, a choice you should have made a while ago, but it doesn't do any good wasting time on regrets.
"Cara!" You call, stomping your shoes off in your small foyer before closing the door behind you.
You hear the sound of her running before you even see her. "Oh my god, did you see the skating performance today?!" Her eyes are wide with excitement, clearly enthused. She's been obsessed with all things winter sports this year, especially because of the Olympics taking place here. Just about every day, you'd come home to immediate updates on who won what in the games that day. Today, it's apparently skating. Funny, your client earlier skat-
"Yes! The USA won gold with Alysa Liu!" Alysa who? You know well enough to put your blinders on, zoning out your little sister as she rambles. It's not like you hate her, you've just heard this a million times every single day, and it's-
"She's so freaking awesome, I wish-"
Chuckling, you walk by her, ruffling her blonde hair as you head to the kitchen. "Okay, Care Bear, I gotta make us dinner now."
She just follows me into the kitchen, ignoring my resistance, this time, waving a phone in my face.
"She's so cool, watch." Deciding to pick and choose my battles, you turn, getting ready to watch the video that I hope will get her out of your face. But stopped, freezing when you see who's on her screen. The girl who came in earlier that evening. Alysa Liu.
Grabbing the phone from your sister's hand, you hold it closer to your face, resisting the struggle for it back from your sister. It's actually her.
You hand your sister's phone back, rushing over to the TV and turning it on, tuning in just in time for a replay of Alysa's performance. It's the same fucking girl.
But she's so different on the ice, so confident, so different than how she acted with you. With you, she was almost flustered, quiet in a sort of way, nervous maybe? Could it have been because of you? No, definitely not... right?
Giving the most likely bombarded with fans skater a break, you decide to just ignore it. And you do. You forget about it for a couple of days. Until she calls you.
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You don't recognize the caller ID, but you pick your phone up when you receive a call one night- pretty late if you're being honest.
"Hello?"
You hear a giggle on the other end, and then her voice, it's definitely hers.
"Hi, sorry for calling so late, but this is the woman you tattooed a couple of nights ago,"
You nod, trying to remain calm as your face heats up and your heart begins to beat faster. "No, I recognize the voice."
"Okay, so this might be kind of weird, but I thought you were hot, and I've just been super stressed lately, and you were super nice, and look gay, and I just- ugh. Do you wanna come over right now?"
She rambles for what seems like forever, but you definitely didn't expect any of that to come out of her mouth.
Does she mean this in a way that you think she means it?
A grin slowly appears on your face, and you answer before you can even think it over. "Yeah, my sister's actually gone tonight, so my place is quiet."
It sounds like she exhales a sigh of relief, and I can hear the smile through her voice as she speaks. "I would like that better."
"I'll text you the address. Come over when you want."
As soon as the phone hangs up, you scramble to clean your apartment.
The doorbell rings throughout your small space, signaling the skater's arrival. Smoothening out your shirt, you compose yourself before making your way to the door, hesitating before twisting the knob. You don't know why the fuck you're nervous, she practically asked to fuck, so it's not like she sees anything bad in you.
But, immediately, as soon as you see her, all those nerves go away, and they're replaced with pure need. She's in another variation of the tank top she was wearing when she got tattooed, along with some sweatpants and a gigantic sweatshirt. Fuck, she's hot though.
You two are awkward at first, avoiding eye contact on her end, and you nervously offer her water. It's definitely not a way you would act at a normal planned hookup. But she's different in a way that you can't quite place.
"So you think I'm hot?" You smirk, leaning on the counter as she sits, drinking the water you offered her.
She almost spits out the sip she took, coughing as her face turns red. 'I mean- yeah,"
"Yeah?" Raising an eyebrow, you look at her accusingly. "So are we gonna do anything about that tonight?"
Now it's her turn for her eyes to turn dark as she recovers from the coughing fit. She nods, nervously as she looks up at you through thick eyelashes. "That's why I'm here," She says softly.
"And are you good with your face in my pillows?" Her cheeks turn bright red almost immeditely before she's nodding furiously.
"Good,"
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Fuck, this girl was not lying about being ready. Her stamina has been like a fucking beast, most likely thanks to being an Olympian. You're in your third round now, and you've counted about 3 orgasms from her, 2 from you, just getting off at the sight.
Currently, she's riding your strap, her hands on your chest as you thrust upwards, meeting her hips. Her perfect tits bounce in your face, every once in a while you grab one, sucking it into your mouth.
But you want to switch it up. By now, you've sort of picked up on her cumming pattern, almost, being able to predict when she's close. And she's close now. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, with a slight sheen coating her forehead. Quickly, you flip your positions, her face now in your pillows (exactly as you promised) and you now on top, careful to keep the dildo buried deep inside of her.
You have a clear view of the back tattoo you gave her only days ago, and damn, you did a good job. It looks fucking phenomenal as you slam into her sopping pussy, the sound absolutely vile and filling the room.
Her back arches deep as you bottom out inside her, her soft breaths and moans fill the room louder as she gets closer until she's practically screaming, her ass in the air as she cums all over the dildo.
author's note: hiiii! more bella fluff because i miss her rn. i promise i'll release something longer soon, feel free to send in requests for her. reqs are open!
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Splayed out on Bella's bed, she rests her chin on your shoulder, practically lying on top of you while she props the camera up with one hand, holding it so both of you are in view. Lives with Bella are insane, as most anything to do with her (in a good way), but today, you decided to keep it more casual, even with the chat going crazy.
"Yeah, we're dating," She mumbles, answering one of their questions. Comments are rolling by faster than you can even read, but she manages to pick out a few. "No, we don't live together."
You give her a look, scrunching your eyebrows together. "We basically do, though."
She smiles, looking up at you. "You basically live with me,"
"Exactly, so together,"
user983: bella that's still together bro
user102: u transfering???
user031: hey! can you say hi to chloe for me??
Moving your hand, you rub her back, gently stroking while she continues to lie on you.
"Yes, she smells most of the time,"
Pulling your hand back, you softly slap her head, a glare thrown in her direction.
"Hey!-"
"That wasn't even a question!"
She rubs the top of her head before scrolling back through the comments. "No, it was, I swear,"
Rolling your eyes, you just shake your head, smiling. "Sure,"
"Yes, I'm a munch,"
You're absolutely dumbfounded at her remark, and you look towards her with an open mouth. "Bella. This is TMI. You're sharing all our secrets, bro."
sypnosis: what it would be like if caitlin clark was your girlfriend (smutty)
author's note: hi!! okay so i've gotten super duper obsessed with cait and i just want to like give u this because just mwah to her. love u my gorgeous caity. dm or comment to be added to the taglist!
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headcannon 1
oh this girl is so clingy, like she needs to be with you at all times, if not, she's spamming you
✶ i feel like she would totally send random late night texts after games even though she knows your sleeping (you love to go to bed early). she would be like "just dropped 30 but u still haven't answered me". also she would definitely send a million voice notes all the time like narrating every second. if you leave her on delivered she'll send a bunch of question marks or "rude" or "thought we had something."
✶ she is always stealing your things. obviously she can't fit in any of your clothes (because you're way smaller), so she takes little things like hair ties that smell like you, or your waterbottle. just little things that remind her of you
✶ her hands are all over you in public, like constantly. if you're in a crowded space, her hands are on the small of your back, guiding you through people, or wrapped protectively around you. at dinner or in the car, her hands resting on your thigh
✶ when you go places, like events possibly, and you're forced to separate slightly, like maybe you have to talk to different people, she always makes sure to know where you are
headcannon 2
she is a giant softy, like she has the softest spot for you
✶ during games, she always looks for you in the crowd. when she spots you, she makes sure to point you out to her teammates and wave to you in between plays
✶ she loves to drag you to the gym and play basketball with you, knowing that she'll definitely win
✶ after tough losses, she immediately finds you on the sidelines, ignoring reporters and going past begging fans. her huge arms wrap around your neck as yours twist around her waist, and she just buries her face into your neck. she takes losses very hard, like very hard. she feels as though they're her fault and you're her comfort system, so of course, she goes to you
✶ she loves it when you play with her hair. when you're watching movies together, she'll sit on the couch in front of you and practically beg you to braid hr hair or something
✶ she falls asleep on you like constantly, when watching movies on the couch, curled up in bed. but like when i say falling asleep on you, i mean on you. like this girl's fully on you.
headcannon 3
smuttttty hcs
✶ i feel like she loves talking you through it, but she also loves praise. like she likes being told that she's doing a good job and stuff
✶ she is a major munch. like ohmyfuckinggod major munch. this girl practically begs to eat you, like all the time
✶ i feel like she's sort of a secret freak, but not. like maybe at dinner, her hand rides up your thigh and like slips into your dress or something. or like while you're out, she whispers insane things in your ear and makes you continue to be at the party
✶ she is absolutely boobs over ass, like sorry not sorry. she is absolutely obsessed, like obsessed
