━━━━━━ 🍂 eighteen, all pronouns, eng/ita. resident evil, daredevil, ethel cain, the walking dead, supernatural, maybe more.
not new to tumblr, i just never uploaded…
i write stuff for funsies and dontttt care about what anyone thinks!!! i’m just a silly little girl with a phone in her hands and that knows how to put some words together. i’m an unemployed human with a dream, some might say <3.
i’m always down to chat (please send ANYTHING it gets lonely in here) and this is a safe space for almost everyone ! (check dni list)
tw: topics i might discuss are eating disorders, depression and struggles i have as a person with various mental health issues. if you’re not comfortable with that, please exit my page. all posts that have such topics in it will have a warning at the beginning of it.
other ‘lighter’ weird topics you could find here are age gap (legal tho), bdsm, dumb play, self indulgent fics, some dead dove stuff, usage of drugs.
dni: noncon, pedophilia, rape, incest supporters. ai, racism, homophobia and any kind of discrimination will be blocked.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
thinking about soldier boy x reader x benjamin poindexter . . .
18+ content
i want NO QUESTIONS i’m high as fuck.
JUST HEAR ME out!!!
on one side: the roughest man to ever exist. “daddy doesn’t count daddy fucks” type shit. he’s all calloused hands and manhandling you whenever he can, not thinking twice about slapping that ass if you bend over to pick up something, or grab you and grope you whenever he has the chance. he gives you pretty clothes to wear for him and doesn’t hide how much he loves you and your body.
you’re cooking? he’s gonna grind on you. you’ve just woken up? he’s hard as fuck just at the sight of you.
he’d call you “sweet thing” and “beautiful” with that gruff voice of his.
on the other side, though?
dex is head over heels for you and he shows it differently. he’s softer around the edges, treating and handling you as if you were made of the finest crystal that could shatter under minimal pressure. he doesn’t care what you’re wearing or what you’re doing— you are just so pretty to his eyes and he could drool at the sight of your smile, or hearing your little squeaky yawns when you wake up.
he cooks for you, cleans for you. makes absolutely everything for you. occasionally, he’d scold soldier boy for being too rough with you, remind him “be gentle with them, don’t wanna hurt ‘em” because you’re his sweetheart and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.
he’d call you “sweets” and “baby” and “honey”, or maybe use a short version of your name. thing is, he’s way gentler than soldier boy.
he would be the one sitting on the cuck chair, watching soldier boy make you gasp for air and tear up with every snap of his hips. then he’d come closer, stroking your back, comforting you and even holding you to his chest while the other man eats you out, cooing and helping you survive your third orgasm.
when it’s his turn to fuck you, he actually makes sure you can handle it. covering your body with kisses, worshipping every inch of it until his lips reach that precious spot between your legs that’s now red and sensitive. he wouldn’t even dive right in, starting with just his fingers and constantly checking up on you.
“you okay, sweetheart?” he murmurs, looking up at you with attentive eyes.
at your shaky hum and attempted nod, soldier boy scoffs, patting your cheek. “dude, just do your thing already. they can totally handle a few more orgasms.”
“shut it,” dex hisses lowly before his attention goes back to you, and his expression softens instantly. “i’m gonna make you feel real good, hm? just one more and then we’ll let you go to sleep…”
god oh my god i’m high and yk what else is high? my DICK!!! oh my god
sitting on dexs lap innocently and you two are just enjoying each others presence. he’s looking you in the eyes with a big hand on your cheek. “look at you, baby, aren’t you just the prettiest girl?” he coos with a free hand sliding down to your waist. you shake your head at his words and you can already feel your face heating up with embarrassment as he tilts his head. “no? you tellin’ me no?” he feigns sadness with a fake pout. “nonono ‘m sorry, s’sorry just embarrassed…” you trail off as he inches closer and closer to your face, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. “fix it. tell me you’re my pretty girl.” you whine at his tone, his voice soft and low with affection yet he’s staring at you like he wants to devour you whole. “‘m your pretty girl, dex” you mumble with an awkward shuffle on the mans lap, he lets out a dry chuckle as he holds you by the jaw and pulls you in for a deep, long kiss. “that’s right, baby. don’t ever forget it, okay?”
leon kennedy x gn! reader. highschool sweethearts au.
summary: you two are known for being the cutest couple in school. nobody can ever hate you, how could they?
warnings: none!!! this is pure fluff. maybe a bit too fluff and a bit corny but what can i say… i love innocent loves like this one.
the bell rings, and like magic, all students run out of their classrooms ready to go home. the hallways and stairs fill with them quickly, and through waving goodbye to your friends, you make your way to the opposite direction of the exit: leon’s math class.
you lean against the door and look around to see if he’s gotten out already, and right after you feel a tap on your shoulder. you turn around, and he’s there, smiling all shy with his dimples deep like the love he feels for you.
“hey, pretty,” he greets, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. your lips crash together for a sweet little peck before you’re pushed to start walking towards the gates by other students coming from behind. “were you waiting for me for long?”
“not really,” you check the time on your phone quickly before putting it away, your hand finding leon’s and intertwining your fingers together. “just a minute.”
the hallways were crowded, and every now and then leon pulled you closer to his side as you walked, not wanting people to bump into you and possibly hurt you or make you trip. after some slaloming through the students and many, many waves to your friends, you manage to make it out of the structure.
“how did that math test go?” you ask him, and he proudly pats his shoulder.
“aced it. didn’t even break a sweat,” he chuckled. “what about your english test?”
you dramatically sigh at the question. “let’s… let’s not talk about it. it’s a sensitive topic for me.” your answer earns a little squeaky laugh, and when you pout, he presses his lips to your shoulder in apology.
“it’s okay, baby, you’ll do better next time,” he hums, patting your hip. “you can always come to me if you need help, you know that, right?”
“oh yeah? like last time?” you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. “when you were supposed to help me with chem and we spent the whole afternoon baking stuff?”
“hey! baking still has chemistry in it,” leon defends. “the recipe had NaHCO₃ and… and other stuff in it.”
you scoff and he offers you that crooked dumb smile of his. like every other day, he’d be walking you home, even though his own was on the opposite direction and it would take longer for him. there was no way to change his mind because he was absolutely set on never leaving your side until he was sure you were safe.
about halfway through the street, he brought you a little closer, his hand clasping your hip while your own arm wrapped around his bicep. “so… any plans for the weekend?”
you lift your eyes to the sky, thinking and trying to remember your schedule, but nothing comes to mind and you shake your head with a shrug. “not really, why?”
“wanna come over?” he’s trying so hard to hide how excited he is at the idea of spending time with you, but you can tell that just by how his eyes light. god, he was so disgustingly head over heels for you— if he had a tail, he’d wag it and knock over anything that crossed his path!
“we could watch a movie and play some games, or… do anything, really,” he’s so freaking adorable. “whatever you want.”
you chuckle and nod, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “sure, why not. we can watch movies and play some games and do whatever i want.”
he literally whispers a little ‘yes!!!’ and throws his fist in the air like he just won the lottery, and immediately leans in to smooch your cheek. “can’t wait for saturday. you could sleep over too, i’m by myself for the entire weekend.”
“sounds great,” you smile and kiss him back, earning another squeaky noise from him that makes you wanna bite into him and shred him to pieces like an insane dog with a toy in its mouth.
another few steps, and your house comes in sight. he slows down his walk just to spend a few more seconds with you but, at the end, you end up in front of your door and have to say goodbye.
his hands linger on your hips, spinning you around to face him. “so… saturday, 10am at my house?”
“let’s make it 11, i wanna shower and make myself pretty for you.”
“you’re always so pretty for me, but… okay,” he pecks your forehead. “11am. i’ll send police dogs after you if you’re late.”
he’s so dramatic and exaggerated, and you can’t help but laugh fondly. “okay, baby. 11am, got that.”
before leaving you, he leans in and brings your lips into a sweet kiss that lasts a little longer, and still lingers even once he pulls away. he walks down the steps, eyes still pointed at you as you pull out your keys and open the door.
“11am sharp!” he repeats, making sure you got that. you laugh and wave him off before entering your house while he happily trots over to his own, already imagining all sorts of stuff you’d do on saturday. maybe some cheesy movie, and at night an horror one so you can curl up to him when you get scared… not the other way around, totally not.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
thinking about benjamin poindexter with a neurodivergent partner . . . pt 2!!
i had so much fun writing the first one i couldn’t help but make a second part!!!
the moment you two moved in together, he made sure to make everything perfect for you. down to the smallest and most insignificant detail. you better believe you’ll have NO REASON to be uncomfortable in your home.
kitchen stocked with all of your safe foods, and if the brand of your favorite protein bar or chips or whatever else changes their formula, he’s banning that from the house and looking for the perfect substitute with you. doesn’t matter the price.
there’s a room just for you filled with everything you might need: three pairs of noice canceling headphones (in case one of their batteries dies), drawer full of every fidget toy you might need— with duplicates, of course. god forbid you lose one or it breaks!!! also that room is gonna be soundproofed, and at the same time have a music box where you can play white noises or whatever sound calms you down when overstimulated.
he always goes out with you to buy bedsheets to make sure the fabric doesn’t make you want to rip your skin off. same goes for body lotion, skin care, make up if you wear any. if it doesn’t pass the test it’s not coming into your house.
he doesn’t care about how difficult to fulfill your preferences are, because he’d rather go across the world to find the perfect thing for you than to see you bite through your suffering just because you think you’re annoying and demanding. he’s said that countless times that he does not care about how hard or pricey the thing you want is, he is getting it for you. if you insist, he insists HARDER!!!! anything for you baby!!!!
if you’re overstimulated, he will firstly search for who or what made you feel so uncomfortable and he’ll end it. he will then immediately worry about making you feel better again: putting on your favorite song or movie or sound, brushing your hair out of your face and clipping them back so they don’t bother you by poking your skin, and he will hold you as tight as you need if you’re okay with touching. if not, he’ll sit at a comfortable distance and make sure you know he’s there to help you. if you go mute, he’ll have his notes app and a notebook with a pretty glittery pen next to it so you can write down what you’re feeling and what you need.
if you get overwhelmed in public, he’ll ask you immediately if you wanna go home. doesn’t matter what you’re doing and where you are because he is getting you home if you need to be in a safer place. if you decline, he’ll bring you somewhere quieter and with less people and sounds, help you distract, pull out your noise canceling headphones and a fidget toy you like (he always brings them with him of course) from his bag and hand them to you, and ask again if you’re sure you wanna stay out. if yes, then he’ll wait with you patiently until you feel better.
he will never tell you bullshit like “it’s okay, nothing bad happened” or “it’s gonna go away soon and get better” and OF COURSE he’d never even think about downplaying your struggles and act annoyed at you, because, how could he even know? your brain is wired differently than his. it’s not a sin, not a malfunction of your body and definitely not something you should be ashamed about. it’s just who you are and it’s the world’s fault if a minority like yours isn’t treated right. just because you think and process stuff differently than most people doesn’t mean you’re at fault. he will make sure you know that.
i need him so bad omfg my autistic ass needs someone like this
tumblr tricked me and played with my feelings flagging i had 8 inboxes and when i go check it’s actually none 😞 i hate you tumblr for making me delusional
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
i have 31 drafts and i haven’t even finished writing a single one of them but this one sits in the back of my mind ughfhhhnh should i finish it… i didn’t even start it yet
