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I want Becky to make me hold my piss in 😛😛
tw: piss kink, watersports
OH MY GODDDDDDD PLEASE STOP THE CLOCK NOW I’M HORNY
thinking about becky having faux sympathy as you start squirming, thighs clenching together as she tries to play with your pussy, scissoring your walls with her fingers.
“becky… can we stop for a minute? i need to pee…” you whimper, lips formed into a pout as tears brim in your eyes. you’re trying so hard to hold old, your whole body clenching as it’s on fire.
“aww, does my pretty girl want to pee?” becky would coo as she brings her other hand down to your cunt, “too bad. you’re going to have to hold it, baby,” she adds as she starts to rub your clit with a feverous rhythm.
you cry out at the pleasure, your stomach muscles clenching as your cunt throbs and your clit burns with pleasure. you’re trying so hard to hold on, but you can’t help but let yourself go as becky continues to pump and rub your poor, dripping pussy.
“fuck— becky, i’m coming!” you squeak as you end up squirting onto her fingers, unsure of if your juices are your release or your piss…. and instead of being disgusted, becky just smiles, happy with what has happened.
“you dirty girl,” she purrs, removing her fingers before getting down on her front, and beginning to lick away your squirt that drenched your cunt and inner thighs… 😖😖😵💫😵💫
ROOMMATE AU. ✴︎ BAMBINOBECKY
content: 18+!! roommate!becky james (bambinobecky) x fem!reader. mentions of: pervert becky, humping, sharing sex toys, groping, intox (by alcohol), sharing showers, slight manipulation, etc.
a/n: i’m in a very bisexual time of my life. also tysm for @catlenneys, @f4iry-dvst & @gerardswhore for beta reading and having an input on this — love y’all so much!! <3
roommate!becky who tells you it’s okay to see each other naked because you’re both girls and there’s nothing wrong with it.
roommate!becky who tells you it’s okay for you two to kiss sometimes because you’re just really close friends and that’s what girl friends do with each other.
roommate!becky who likes to swap lingerie with you and tells you that it’s fine because good roommates share all their things.
roommate!becky who loves to touch your tits and ass sometimes but swears it’s okay because you’re just really close friends and she’s appreciating her beautiful roommate.
roommate!becky who likes to share showers with you and tells you it’s okay to because you’re both preserving water.
roommate!becky who takes opportunities in the shower to also touch you up, massaging your shower gel into your skin, making sure to take her sweet time around your breasts.
roommate!becky who likes to get drunk with you just so that she can have her way with you, watching how you shiver and succumb to her teasing touches.
roommate!becky who accidentally walks in on you touching yourself and stalks by the door for a while just because she can as it’s also her flat too.
roommate!becky who tells you it’s okay to share a bed with her because you’re just girls and girls do that sometimes, even if it means she touches you under the covers.
roommate!becky who has no shame if you hear her pleasuring herself, if anything, she wants you to hear it as it’s you that makes her that way.
roommate!becky who likes to watch porn with you, telling you that it’s okay to have a bit of fun with your girl friends sometimes.
roommate!becky who buys you sex toys that she wants to use on you in your favourite colour, only for her to taunt you with them when they come to the flat, accusing you of buying them.
roommate!becky who has you grinding on a pillow on her bed as she does the same in front of you, telling you that’s it’s okay because you’re not touching each other.
roommate!becky who makes you share a vibrator with her so that you preserve the battery on your own toy.
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drunk and thinking about bambino becky........she's so fit i love women
lenneyswhore is a bully pls cancel her :(
SEEING GOD ── a.buttle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
summary: opening up to alfie leads to more than just a comforting shoulder to lean on
content: farmer!ab , 18+ mdni , dry humping , nipple play , making out , first orgasm , first sexual experience , inexperienced!reader , religion (religious guilt && religious imagery)
notes: omg … they finally did it … what the heeellllll who’s proud of reader coz i am 😹😹😹
wc: 4,232
GUILT WAS SOMETHING Alfie particularly struggled with. He never liked to dwell too deeply on anything in life too much, so when things did get serious, he brushed it under the rug and carried on with his life.
However, he’d been holding onto your personal journal for a little over two months now, and it was really starting to gnaw at his insides.
He’d read it over, even though he knows he shouldn’t have, and found out pretty much everything.
Your bond with your mother compared to that of the one with your father, the annoyance you held for having to move away from home, embarrassing moments you’d faced that dated back long before he knew you, and your struggling relationship with God (no matter how much you put up a front) that was only faltering further the more time you spent around Alfie.
That made him feel a little bad.
He didn’t want to be the reason you lost your faith, the one consistent thing throughout your life. You lived by the Bible, breathed every breath in thanks to God, and designated every achievement to Him.
Alfie wondered if you’d noticed your missing journal. Did you care? Were you upset? You hadn’t gone to ask him if he’d seen it anywhere. Were you panicking?
Yes, yes, and yes.
You hadn’t had a decent rest for the past couple of months because you felt sick to your stomach at the thought of anyone stumbling upon your journal and letting their curiosity win over their morality.
Of course you couldn’t just go up to Alfie and ask if he’d seen it anywhere, because that would open up a whirlwind of endless teasing and begging to know what you’d written about.
Numerous times you’d trekked out into the field and scoured the land, begging to find that little leatherback journal, but every time you’d returned empty handed.
You were praying that it would miraculously appear under your bed or on your bedside table, and you could just blame it all on poor eyesight, but so far, God’s ears had turned deaf on your pleas.
The night was cooler than the past few days, something that you felt very relieved by. While the heat was nice, it was beginning to cross the boundary into uncomfortable territory.
You were busying yourself in the kitchen, washing the dishes, drying them and putting them away in the cabinets they belonged to.
A knock on the door startled you, and you nearly dropped the ceramic plate you were holding.
It was late, the sun was nowhere to be seen, and you were still home alone.
It wouldn’t have been your parents, they had a key, not to mention they weren’t due to be back for another few days yet.
Cautiously, you approached the door, footsteps light and airy as to not announce to the stranger that you were approaching.
You peeled back the lace curtain in front of the window on your front door, taking a peek into the darkness that surrounded your house.
A sigh of relief came from you when you recognised Alfie’s build, your eyes trailing up it before they found his face.
He noticed you sneaking, a little chuckle escaping his mouth.
Your cheeks enflamed, but you stood to your full height and unlocked the door.
“Hi.” You breathed.
“Y’alright?”
“Yeah, you scared me a little.” You smiled softly.
“Sorry about that.” He smiled back.
It was then that you took the initiative to step to the side and let him in.
He removed his hat, hanging it up on the hook available and undid his shoes.
It wasn’t unusual for him to make himself at home so quickly. Your families had grown relatively close over the half a year you’d spent together.
“What you doin’ tonight?”
“Nothing, just some dishes, then maybe watch some TV. Did you want to join?” You offered politely.
“Yeah, uh, I just … I need to give you something.”
Your heart plummeted out of its spot behind your ribcage at the sight of your dark, leatherback journal being revealed in the waistband of his jeans.
He tugged it out, clearing his throat and passing it forward.
You looked at it like it had done something personally offensive to you, before taking it with shaky hands and a thick swallow that had you wondering if Alfie could hear it.
There was no other sound in the house other than the hammering pulse of your heart and your harsh breathing.
With a nod, you thanked him.
“I— um …”
He didn’t need to say anything else for you to be able to put the pieces together.
He’d read it.
Your stomach was churning violently, and you felt the dinner you’d just consumed threatening to return on your kitchen floor.
No amount of deep breaths could save you from this sickly feeling.
“Sorry, I’ll just go and put this upstairs and we can watch a movie.” You gave him the most genuine smile you could muster up.
Brushing past him, you scaled the stairs and found your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
Your knees hit the carpet in front of your bed, and you shoved your journal beneath it, piling up old shoe boxes and folders of memories, pleading that it would disappear beneath all the mindless rubble and never see the light of day again.
With a sharp breath, you leant forwards, resting your forehead against the edge of the bed and letting out a panicked sob.
Someone knew of your sins.
The devilish thoughts that you’d tried so hard to entrap in your mind and refuse to come into practise had been found.
This was bad.
This was really and truly bad.
The worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to you in the world that God had blessed you with, had occurred without your knowledge, and was now unfurling before your very eyes.
You shouldn’t have thought about Alfie that way, let alone write it down and let it be known to anyone that may open your journal.
You should’ve been more careful, or maybe you shouldn’t have let yourself be corrupted.
You cupped your hand to your mouth, forcing back the gag that was threatening to release itself.
You wondered if that was the Holy Spirit trying to flee your sin-infested body. The Holy Spirit that God had trusted you to withhold and protect.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered into the air, “I’m so sorry.”
“Reader …”
You were startled from your melt down by Alfie’s voice coming from your doorway.
Looking back over your shoulder, you saw him there, in all 6’1 glory of himself.
“Hi, sorry.” You croaked, standing and wiping at your cheeks, “Did you have a film in mind?”
His eyebrows were furrowed in the softest way, not portraying anger, but concern, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” You sniffled, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Is it because of your journal?”
“I’m sorry.” You blurted out, “I shouldn’t have said anything— Well, written anything. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m really not bothered at all, I just needed to be sure that you were okay.”
“Yeah, I, um … feel guilty, I guess.”
“For me? Or God?”
“God.” You admitted, “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” He smiled, “Do you wanna sit and talk?”
It was there, on your bed, on your floral bedsheets, that you sat side by side with Alfie, and shared the depths of your guilt, and the heavy rules that rested firm on your shoulders, ever-lasting and never releasing you from their strict shackles. It didn’t seem to matter how many times you read the Bible and checked God’s rightful laws for you, you always seemed to miss something, or slip up in some way.
Was it possible that you were the reincarnation of Eve herself? The one who released all this agony and evil. It was always you that found your way back to sin, whether that be disobedience through your parents, a bottle of sticky, syrupy alcohol, or the lips of the man sat across from you.
It was always you.
Never someone else.
“It sounds to me like, maybe … religion isn’t for you.” Alfie sighed, staring straight at you.
“You can’t say that.” You shook your head, “That’s not true. I just keep messing up, but as long as I keep repenting and trying to be a better person, I should get better.”
“Better?” He reeled back, “Reader, you’re not sick. You’re just … you. You’re a young woman with the freedom to do whatever she wants and you—“ He exhaled deeply, “I’m not here to slam you for your faith, but you put far too much pressure on yourself. You’re a good person. I believe that, I really do. And if God can’t see that, or your dad, maybe they’re just thick.”
“Alfie!” You exclaimed.
He shrugged, “Sorry, it’s just what I believe in.”
A small smirk took over your face as you glanced up at him through your lashes, “Are you seriously pulling the belief card?”
“It’s true, no? What you believe is okay to you and what I believe is okay to me.”
You let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head, “Sure.”
“Wanna know what I believe?”
“That God isn’t real and life is meaningless so we should all just drink and have sex?”
“I mean, that wasn’t what I was going with, but sure.” He laughed, sharp fangs catching the warming light of your bedside lamp. “I was gonna say, that I believe you’re beautiful.”
Your nose scrunched up and amusement gleamed in your iris’.
“What?” He chuckled.
“Nothing, just …” You shrugged before deflating, “No one’s ever told me that before.
“Wh— no one? C’mon, darlin’, I find that hard to believe.”
“Okay, erm … Does my mum count?”
“Are you being serious?” He gaped, “No one other than your mum?”
You shook your head, pursing your lips.
“Maybe I should say it more then. Make up for all the times you should’ve been told.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“No, but I want to.”
A soft sigh escaped your lips the moment his hand came up and grazed your cheek, tucking your hair back behind your ear and bearing more of your face to his intent gaze.
“Seriously.” He whispered, “You’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.”
You were slightly conscious that your cheeks were beginning to heat up, and he may feel the temperature change against his palm, but there wasn’t much you could do to stop it.
Maybe try and think of all the embarrassing things that’ve happened in your life.
Vomiting mid-Mass when you were thirteen?
Starting your period in the middle of maths class?
Nearly face planting the floor in front of Alfie the first day you met him?
“Reader.”
His name coming from your mouth felt angelic.
“Yeah?” You muttered, unable to find it within yourself to look up from your lap, scared that you might find his face too close to stop yourself from surging forwards.
The feeling of his breath fanning on your cheek was already there.
“Can you look at me?”
“I’m scared.” You admitted.
“Why?”
“Because I might kiss you and I don’t know if that’s good for either of us.”
Alfie chuckled.
You felt and heard it.
“Is that what you want? For us to kiss?”
Again you pursed your lips, but turned your head, glancing up at the wooden cross dangling from your wall opposite your bed.
“I don’t think He wants me to.”
He clicked his tongue, “I think he wants you to do what you feel is right, darlin’. Remember, you’re not sick. You’re just navigating life. You’re allowed to feel.”
At his words, you allowed your line of sight to fall upon his face again.
You took in his features.
Glistening green eyes and eyelashes long enough for you to be envious of. Little freckles dotted along his skin, and you wondered if the numerous girls he slept with had ever taken the time to count them.
You would’ve.
“Are you going to kiss me?” You whispered.
“If you’d let me.” He nodded, leaning just that inch closer.
“I think I’d like it.”
A slight grin appeared on his face as he slid his lips against yours, fitting them together like two missing pieces of a puzzle.
You stayed frozen like that for a moment until he moved back against you, starting a slow rhythm that you got fairly comfortable with quickly enough.
You’d be lying if you said you knew what you were doing, but Alfie didn’t seem phased by your fumbling and unsureness. In fact, it only seemed to urge him to take further control.
Both of his hands came to your face, framing them with a tender touch that had you melting against him.
When you detached, you were panting against each other's mouths before he connected your lips again, this time with more force behind it.
You didn’t mind.
It was comforting to know all of this passion was being shared with him of all people.
Ever so carefully, he hauled you closer until you were in a new position. One you’d never experienced before.
Your thighs were bracketing his hips, crotch hovering rather than resting, too afraid of the reaction you might evoke if you let it drop onto his.
He paused, large paws still delicate against your cheeks, “Is this okay?”
With an audible swallow, you nodded, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
A little smirk appeared on his face, partnered with a breathy chuckle, “I figured. Don’t worry. Just … tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
With an unsure smile, you nodded again, letting him piece your lips together again.
It felt like he was holding back to you. He probably wanted to rush through it and get down to the good stuff, but you were the reason why he wasn’t.
Slowly, he dragged one of his hands down from your cheek, letting it trace the side of your frame before resting on the meat of your hip.
With a firm grip, he used it as leverage to conscientiously flip you over and lower your back to the mattress.
Now that he was hovering over you in such close proximity, he felt bigger than ever. And it’s not like you weren’t aware of his general size, it was a pretty hard factor to ignore, but the compromising position you found yourself in only heightened your awareness of it.
The hand that was on your hip shifted again.
You couldn’t tell if his movements were meant to be precise and meaningful, or if he was just as overwhelmed as you and struggling to find the right place to land.
Once it fell to your chest, you understood that it was all deliberate.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and your body wasn’t sure as to whether it should arch towards his touch, or curl away from it, so instead, it froze.
He noticed it before you did, pulling back with a small frown.
“Too much?”
“What?” You panted.
“My hand on your tit. Too much? You froze.”
You nearly choked on your saliva because of the ease in which he said ‘tit’ but you recovered quickly.
“Um, I dunno. I didn’t realise I’d frozen, to be honest.”
“That’s okay. We can just keep kissing for now.”
“Sounds good.” You smiled.
The hand that was previously at your chest, shifted round to the side of your ribcage, holding just below your armpit so that his thumb could still come out and stroke along the underside of your boob. His other reached down to your thigh, taking it into his palm and hitching it up around his waist, dropping his crotch to yours.
You were shocked by the whimper you let out, having never made a sound like that in your life.
“Jesus.” He groaned, nipping at your lower lip.
The sharp edges of his fangs dug into the fat of it, making you wince a little. You expected it to hurt a lot more, but it was surprisingly slightly pleasurable.
“Alfie …” You whispered.
He hummed, a low warble that came from the back of his throat, “Yeah?”
“I— I dunno, it just felt right to say your name.” You admitted awkwardly, “Sorry.”
He grinned, “That’s okay. You can say my name as much as you want.”
The moment he licked into your mouth had you startled, because you didn’t expect it to feel so much different to regular kissing.
It was a good difference, though.
It felt like he was consuming you in all the little ways that had you trembling in excitement and anticipation.
A swipe of his thumb over your nipple had you moaning breathily.
“Holy fucking shit.” He gasped out, feeling himself hardening further.
He was concerned that you might’ve been able to feel the tent in his jeans against your inner thigh, but when he tore his mouth away from yours to watch your expression while caressing your nipple again, he realised that you were unaware of anything happening waist down.
All your attention was in his hands and tongue.
“Can you do that again?” You croaked.
“What, this?”
Of course he knew what you meant, but seeing that glistening look in your eyes and the nod of approval had his ego swelling and blood rushing to his cock.
“What about this?” He muttered, placing his other hand on your other breast and starting dual movements.
Circling both of your nipples with his thumbs at the same time had your chest shuddering beneath his touch with each shaky breath you took.
“Oh …” You breathed out, eyes fluttering shut.
“Hey, eyes on me, angel.”
With a struggle, you pried your lids open again and managed to meet his green eyes.
“There you go, atta girl.” He grinned, “That feel good?”
“So good.” You whimpered.
“Mmm, I know.”
There was a sticky warmth between your thighs that you’d never experienced before, and it had your stomach dipping into a cavern that’d never been explored in your life.
All this stuff you were finding out about yourself was due to Alfie.
Your mind was so fuzzed from pleasure that you couldn’t even piece together any words of gratification to deliver to him. Instead, all that was flowing from your lips were whimpers and moans, and the occasional hoarse whisper of his name.
“You’re so perfect.” He murmured.
Whilst continuing with the motions of his thumbs on your chest, Alfie glanced down to the situation between your legs.
The white linen nightie that you’d been adorning the entire time had ridden up your thighs, and was now a bunched mess at your hips and abdomen. It gave him a clear view of your knickers, and the damp spot showing right over where your hole was leaking for him.
He could only imagine what that looked like.
“Fuck, you’re soakin’, angel.” He managed to spew out in a singular breath, “Wish I could see it.”
“Not yet.” You shook your head, hair rustling against your patterned pillow case.
“I know, I know.” He nodded, lowering his face to your neck and busying himself at the sensitive skin there.
He knew not to do too much damage and leave some potential dark marks, because if you weren’t freaked out by this in the morning, you most certainly would be if there was evidence of your endeavours.
He couldn’t help himself as he reared his hips back before dragging them forwards against your clothed sex.
The moan that left your mouth was undeniably sexy.
It was raw, not light and airy, but heavy, and it lingered in his ears for a while after, only urging him to repeat his actions.
The stimulation at your chest and between your legs had you quite literally trembling and fumbling for him.
Your hands had found his back, and were clawing at the fabric of his shirt, scrunching it between your fingers while your sounds of pleasure flew right into his ears.
It was due to the constant grinding of his bulge against your core that the heat between your legs only licked higher and higher, burning right in your abdomen in a way that had your face screwing up and your toes curling.
“Oh— Wait, Alfie—“
“I know, I know.” He nodded, kissing up your neck and to your lips, pecking them twice before muttering against them, “Just feel it, angel.” and licking into your mouth again.
You didn’t have the brain capacity to focus on moving your lips in sync with Alfie’s and pay attention to the overwhelming dip in your stomach that had you bucking up to meet his grinding.
“Fuck, Reader.” He moaned at the physical display of your desperation.
The corners of your vision blurred, and as your body locked up and convulsed around his, clinging to him tightly, you saw light.
Experiencing this type of satisfaction from anything other than your faith felt downright sinful, and you were sure it likely was. It made sense that it would be. That type of glee was easy to acquire had you the right resources, and to get roped into it would be a dangerous stray away from God’s plan.
Had you done the wrong thing?
Had you fallen for yet another Godless temptation?
It was the wet kisses of Alfie’s lips to your cheek that had you blinking away from the heavenly light you’d witnessed at his hands.
Literally.
They pulled away from your chest, his crotch removed from yours, and Alfie rolled to the side, giving you space to collect yourself whilst also keeping an arm over your midsection.
Surely the Devil wouldn’t treat you with such care and compassion.
He wouldn’t kiss your face and tell you you were beautiful.
He’d spit on you and mock you for being so dumb. So naive.
“Hey,” Alfie whispered, pecking your jawline, “You comin’ back to me?”
With a sharp inhale, you managed to turn your head to the side and take a glance at him.
His eyes were slightly glossed over, curls sticking to his forehead due to the sweat at his hairline. But he looked heavenly.
“Hi.” You croaked.
He chuckled, eyes crinkling from amusement, “Hey.”
“Thank you.”
He seemed a little confused by your remark, but accepted it anyway, “You’re welcome. Uh, thank you, too.”
“What are you thanking me for?” You frowned.
“Letting me be the one to experience that with you. It was intense and … I dunno, it feels right to thank you for it.”
“Well,” You hummed, “I don’t really know what else to say.”
“That’s okay,” He laughed heartily, “There isn’t much to say except … You were great.”
“I was?”
There it was. The self doubt that always creeped forwards due to inexperience and living such a sheltered life despite being an adult with free autonomy to do and go wherever you pleased.
To an extent, of course.
Alfie nodded, “You were perfect. I’m really glad you just … let go.”
His praise had your lower lip wobbling and tears pricking at your eyes, “I’m not going to get into trouble, am I?”
“Your dad might have a few things to say about it, but my mouth’s shut as long as yours is.”
“Oh, gosh.” You whimpered, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
“Hey, hey,” Alfie cooed, tugging you closer and enveloping you in his arms, pressing firm kisses to the back of your head, “Talk to me, angel.”
“He’s going to be so mad at me.”
“Who? Your dad? Or God?”
“Both.” You sniffled.
“Your dad will only be mad because he’s protective of you, but he won’t find out, okay? I won’t tell anyone. What happened in this room is between you, me, and God.” Alfie reassured you, petting your hair, “And speaking of the big guy upstairs—“
His wording managed to pull a giggle from you.
“He wouldn’t have let you experience this pleasure if he didn’t believe you deserved it, or needed it.”
You peered up at him from behind your hands, “Do you really think that? Or are you just saying it to stop me from crying?”
Again, he smirked cockily, “It’s my belief.”
You scoffed, pushing away from him all while chuckling.
“Hey,” He tilted your chin up, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, “Seriously, you were good. You are good.”
You wiped at your cheeks with the backs of your hands and huffed.
You ended up shuffling closer again, curling up into his side as both arms came back around you, holding you tight while he breathed in the scent of your shampoo.
His touch remained delicate despite the act being over and done with.
He didn’t toss you to the side or start making his way back home like you assumed he did with the other girls.
The reasoning behind his tenderness was something you couldn’t quite comprehend, but you weren’t about to start questioning it, because it felt nice to feel cared for from someone besides your parents.
It felt nice to have someone completely unrelated to you, show this much attention to the things you surrounded yourself with.
Perhaps Alfie was the new, good thing that God brought in your life for change.
The thing that springs forth in the wilderness and rivers and desert.
farmer ab ☺️☺️☺️☺️
i do not know how to speak anymore
I’ve become aware of the discussion surrounding my work, so I wanted to address it directly.
I understand why people have questions after seeing the HTML code that’s been shared. To be completely transparent, I have used AI to proofread my writing. I recognize that many readers would have preferred that to be disclosed, and that wasn’t something I fully considered at the time. Looking back, I understand why that has caused frustration.
However, I want to be absolutely clear that I have never used AI to generate any part of my stories. Every plot, scene, and line of dialogue is my own writing. AI was only used for proofreading, not to create the work itself.
While I understand people asking questions, I do find it upsetting to see my work and writing process being scrutinized and picked apart by strangers based on assumptions that I generated my stories with AI. I hope this clears up any confusion.
and honestly — that’s growth✨
I’ve become aware of the discussion surrounding my work, so I wanted to address it directly.
I understand why people have questions after seeing the HTML code that’s been shared. To be completely transparent, I have used AI to proofread my writing. I recognize that many readers would have preferred that to be disclosed, and that wasn’t something I fully considered at the time. Looking back, I understand why that has caused frustration.
However, I want to be absolutely clear that I have never used AI to generate any part of my stories. Every plot, scene, and line of dialogue is my own writing. AI was only used for proofreading, not to create the work itself.
While I understand people asking questions, I do find it upsetting to see my work and writing process being scrutinized and picked apart by strangers based on assumptions that I generated my stories with AI. I hope this clears up any confusion.
I don't trust people who say they hate chip because he's such a cutie pie. how can you hate him
i read your post and it makes no sense. how can you say you’re lesbian but you write smut about men?? surely you must find be sexually attracted to them to write about them fucking you. you talk about how hot they are and how you want them to dominate you but you’re “lesbian”. nothing wrong with being bisexual. im bisexual myself, but i would never date or be with a man for various reasons. that doesn’t automatically make me a lesbian, bc i still experience attraction to men even if its not something i would act on. just seems disrespectful to actual lesbians to claim you are one and then write about having sex with them like what lmao
hi anon, allow me to explain further.
i can say im a lesbian because i am one.
like i said before, me writing smut is just a bit of fun and it just so happens that ukyt is mostly male. i am not sexually attracted to men, not in the slightest.
the 'you' figure i write about is a general other third party, namely 'you' as in the reader, not the writer. when i write smut or fanfiction in general, the subject of the story is more of a concept than representing the real life version of them. i don't envision myself in the story when i write. it's hard to explain, but when i write, it's almost as if im watching it unfold on a film. i am not involved. all im doing is guiding the story.
i said before that everything i write is fictional, and it is!
i don't recall ever saying i wanted any of the men i talk about to dominate me - but if i have, i can guarantee you it's just me messing around and being a fangirl. i said before that im gay, not blind. i can see that these men are good looking and conventionally attractive, but that doesn't mean im attracted to them. as much as i post about james or arthur, i genuinely am not sexually attracted regardless of whether or not i write smut about them. they're sort of just there for me like cool these are men, people like them i want to connect with people let me post about them.
for me when i do write it's just kinda like im playing with dolls or whatever, manipulating the fictionalised idea of whoever to write something fun that i want my followers to enjoy. im making the reader barbie and the subject barbie kiss. there's no sexual attraction involved. im able to describe things so well because ive been reading and writing fanfiction for years, and the majority of fanfiction unfortunately is male centered, so it's just what im familiar with at this point. and it's popular, writing x reader with a male subject. sue me if i want as many people as possible to see and enjoy my writing.
writing smut is just a hobby, something i find fun. i like creating stories, and that's all they are to me. you think i actually find the concept of sitting under a man's desk sucking his dick hot? no, i really don't, not at all. but it made a nice fanfiction idea. so i wrote it, and people liked it. that's all this is, i just want to write stuff that people like for a fandom im interested in.
any 'attraction' that you're gleaning from my posts is literally just me messing around and most often exaggerating for comedic effect.
i don't appreciate you putting the sexuality ive fought for at least seven years to accept about myself in air quotes. i have no doubt that you're bisexual, and im happy for you for having that identity, but it's not the same because i just genuinely am not attracted to men. truly, ive tried. it's just not there at all on any level. i tried for years to fit in with my friends who talked about boys, and even unfortunately was a victim of comphet because i was so deep in denial and i just thought that's what i should be doing. i have never felt more gross and upset as i did then, because i knew that i was lying to myself. since accepting myself, i have been the happiest ive ever been.
silly little stories on the internet won't change that. because it's just a story.
i don't know how to explain this to you any more than i have already that what i write is fanFICTION. by nature, it's a work of my imagination. its not real. i feel nothing for men past the normal admiration people have for celebrities and their idols. that's it.
im not 'claiming' to be anything. i am who and what i say i am. you don't know me. you don't know my experiences or my life. saying im faking my sexuality based on the fact i write fanfiction is not only silly but also disrespectful and invalidating to me. i said before, fanfic doesn't reflect real life. because it doesn't.
it might come as a shock, but people can write about anything they want. some of the shit that appears in literature these days is far far worse than a lesbian writing smut. people write about dragons and magic or whatever, but that doesn't mean they're a wizard for writing that, or that the writer actually wants to get fucked by a werewolf or whatever the fuck is going on in books these days. people literally write shrek porn. because it's fun to write silly stories, not because (i hope) they actually want to fuck shrek.
also, i fear there are bigger issues going on in the world right now than my sexuality. believe what you want to about me, it doesn't matter. im done explaining myself to people on the internet. if it bothers you that much, then feel free to block me or just scroll past my writing. ive tried my best to explain myself, so hopefully this helps you understand.
any more anons i receive about this will just be deleted. i don't need the negativity. im just trying to write and have fun.
I still love you btw
WHO STILL LOVES ME
love u sm
hi who loves me
a james drabble inspired by me absolutely sweating my tits off at brighton ono and dedicated to the lovely @gerardswhore x
wc: 813
warnings: idk man it's just straight porn lol
the heat was cloying and palpable between your bodies, rising up in waves in time with your laboured breaths and james fucked into you steadily. each thrust was measured - a deep, slow grind of his hips that had his cock dragging against your creamy walls with a delicious friction.
sweat dripped down from james' forehead as he sped up slightly, letting out grunts of pleasure and exertion as he bullied his cock into you. the fat head of him nudged insistently at your sweet spot, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back into your head.
'feels good, darling? yeah, i know it does- can feel you clenching around me- fuck you're so tight-'
the words were less spoken more than they were growled - his voice rumbled against the shell of your ear, his hot breath fanning over your face in a way that did not help the growing humidity between you.
'feels- feels so good-' you moaned, tasting sweat and salt as your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your mouth permanently dropped open against the onslaught of pleasure from his cock splitting you open and the heat. both of your faces shone with sweat, smeared across your cheeks as james continued to fuck into you.
he was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat, each thrust carving a place for himself inside you, molding you to fit to him and him alone as he thrust in and out of you. your cunt squelched obscenely with each thrust, making james hiss with pleasure as you fluttered around him, excess slick leaking out around his cock and dripping into the bedsheets below.
'fuck, look at her- she's absolutely soaked, isn't she? god- you feel so fucking good. so needy for me, aren't you?' he said, ducking down to capture your lips in a messy kiss. you opened immediately for him, groaning at the taste of him as his tongue pushed into your mouth.
'yes- yes, always- fuck, love you so much-' you said, body jerking and voice breaking in time with his thrusts.
your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he shifted his hips slightly before driving back into you, hands coming to wrap around your thighs - you practically screamed as he pushed them to your chest, the angle driving him impossibly deeper inside you, every ridge and vein of his thick cock pressing against every single one of your sweet spots.
his hairy chest dragged roughly against yours as he increased his pace yet again, hips slamming into yours with a force that had you reeling. the slap of skin on skin filled the whole room, interrupted only by your mindless moans of pleasure and the low grunts james let out. beads of sweat ran down his face in rivulets, and you couldn't resist sticking your tongue out to catch them, cunt clenching at the derisive laugh he let out as he watched you.
one of his hands snaked down between your thighs, finding your aching clit with practiced ease. you could practically hear the smirk on his face as you let out a guttural scream, cunt clamping down hard on him.
'you gonna cum for me? yeah? fuck- such a filthy girl. but you're mine- fuck, yeah- all mine, aren't you, baby?'
all you could do was nod mindlessly.
'come on, give it to me. cum on my cock, i wanna feel it- come on, baby, you can do it, i know you can-'
he slammed his hips into yours one final time, shoving his cock right against your sweet spot, and you were done for.
'fuck, that's it- come on. 's a big one, i know, sweetheart- you can take it, you can take me. that's a good girl.'
he continued to fuck you through it, heavy balls slapping harshly against your ass with each drive of his hips forward. his grip on your thighs began to falter as he grew closer, his breath coming out in short pants as his thrusts became sloppier, palms slick with sweat where his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs.
'gonna cum, baby- fuck, 'm gonna fill you up- look so pretty all full of me and leaking- shit- fuck, fuck-'
you were nothing more than a fleshlight to him as he pounded into you, chasing the slick heat of your tight cunt.
he came with a guttural groan, pitching forward until his body covered you completely, skin sticking together immediately the contact.
his cock throbbed wildly, twitching as it shot rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you. you moaned weakly at the sensation, the feeling of his cock stuffing you to the brim turning your mind into mush.
once he'd caught his breath, he turned his head to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
'love you too, darling. always.'
bringing lemonade to farmer!ab in a heatwave
content: farmer!ab , swearing , mentions of male masturbation , religion & religious imagery
you really had no idea how alfie was working in this heat. it was pushing thirty degrees, and he was still out in the unsheltered fields, tugging heavy loads and dealing with unruly animals until the sweat left his body and left him a shiny, wet mess.
you felt awful for him.
here you were, inside in a flowing sundress with a fan blasting in your face whilst he was slaving away under the oppressive heat.
surely you could do something to help.
you picked yourself up off of the couch and shuffled into the kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving the large plastic pitcher that you’d been storing in there.
something you’d been continuously doing during the heatwave was experimenting with different type of fruit juices and liquids. this morning, you’d found some freshly picked lemons and concocted some sort of cloudy lemonade.
you scavenged the cupboards for a cup that had a lid so he could put it down without worrying about spilling it, before filling it to the top with a pleased hum and venturing outside.
it took a little while to reach him as you kept your pace slow as to not overheat your body, but he seemed startled by your sudden appearance, cursing under his breath as you chirped,
“hi alfie!”
“god, you scared me.” he chuckled, tugging his shirt out of his back pocket and wiping it over his face.
“sorry.” you smiled lightly, trying not to zone in on the way his biceps flexed gorgeously. “are you okay?”
“it’s fuckin’ hot, ennit?” he huffed, standing up straight and leaning on his pitchfork, “just sortin’ out some hay for the horses.”
you nodded, pursing your lips, “i, um, brought you some drink.” you held your hands out, offering him the glass, “its lemonade. i made it, not store bought.”
“oh, thank you.” he smirked, taking it with a polite nod and bringing it to his lips.
he seemed pleasantly surprised at the taste, “it’s good.”
your face lit up at his approval, “yeah?”
“yeah.” he nodded, drinking some more, “thank you so much, you’re a god send.”
your cheeks heated as you glanced down shyly before looking back up, “well, yeah. we all are.”
alfie laughed, “sure, whatever you say, girl.”
“if you want more you can just come down and knock on the door. i’ll refill it for you.” you said.
“will do, cheers.” he nodded.
you grinned before turning and making your way back into the house.
your heart was hammering so hard in your chest that you were contemplating taking a seat to ensure that you didn’t pass out. you weren’t sure if it was the heat having this type of effect on you, or the man standing in your back garden with his beautiful muscles out.
throughout the rest of the day, alfie came back a handful of times for a refill, so much so that at one point you had to tell him that you were in fact out.
he didn’t seem perturbed, in fact he only stayed longer, talking to you about the decor in your house.
his eyes focused on the abundance of christ-related items that seemed to outweigh the amount of family displays. it felt like a rude thing to question, so he kept it to himself, instead thanking you for the drinks and company before leaving.
you hated to see him go, but man did you love to watch him leave.
leaning against the front door frame, you smiled to yourself as he got further and further out of view, watching his back muscles flex and remnants of sweat shine under the remaining daylight.
alfie knew the extents of what he was doing to you, but it felt wrong to act on it. you were so precious, and delicate, and untouched. if he laid his contaminated, grimy hands on your heavenly body, it would surely be damage that couldn’t be undone.
however, he knew that no matter how many times his palm found his cock in the middle of the night, it would never satiate the carnal desire he held for you.
it was just a matter of time before one of you forgot about religious or personal law.
farmer!ab ☺️☺️☺️☺️
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