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.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ 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.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
age of consent to have sex does NOT equal age for legal consumption of adult content. being 16 does not allow you to interact with mdni posts just because you can give consent in your country. also, even if that were the case, people can place any age restriction on their content for the sake of their comfort and you should respect if it says 18+
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.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
the truest fic comes out of finding a character you love, going through their tags, and then immediately being like "what the actual fuck?" and proceeding to write something that fits the version of them in your mind. this is a universal blorbo experience i think
you wanna talk about why content creators are leaving tumblr and leaving you high and dry without material to fantasize over? let's talk about it.
hmm, lets see!
first of all, none of you fucking care to reblog our work. we are all aware of how tumblr's algorithm is absolute trash. writers have been BEGGING for readers reblog their works bc it's the only way our works can be seen and in turn, we receive the fruits of our labor via followers and exposure. but no, lets make MORE THAN HALF of the likes to reblog ratios consist of fucking LIKES. on top of that, we don't we shit on writers for wanting the absolute BARE MINIMUM aka a REBLOG bc well, they're not entitled to it aren't they? while writers aren't necessarily entitled to notes, answer this; do you work for free? do you bust your ass doing something knowing that there will be no pay off what so ever? that's what i thought.
secondly, you treat us like shit. you expect us to spit out content like we're a machine and when we don't get to it on time bc we have - idk - LIVES, you send the shittiest asks demanding for more content that you aren't even paying for. do you think people are gonna neglect their real life responsibilities to write for YOU and for FREE? absolutely not. on top of that, when we start writing for ourselves and our own spaces, we get push back. yea, not an effective way to encourage your favorite fic writers to give you more content to consume.
and lastly, YOU STEAL FROM US. each and every fic that a writer puts out has taken hours, days, weeks, or even months to write. that's lots of hard work and time invested into one single piece for you. free of charge. people put their fucking hearts into their work. and what do you do in return? disrespect them in one of the most hurtful ways possible.
so yea, i don't blame a single fucking person for leaving this shithole and NONE of you should be surprised. this is YOUR doing.
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.
ā Live Streamingā Interactive Chatā Private Showsā HD Qualityā Free Actions
Free to watch ā¢ No registration required ā¢ HD streaming
cw mention of wasted and drugged reader, female receiving, penetration, somnophilia,
xiao
three syllables, carry a heavy meaning but once itās roll of your tongue so smoothly, he appears.
it carried a different meaning however when youāre knocked out of your mind, panting as xiao slid his cock in and out of clenching thighs, his red angry tips brushing lightly against your clit. he was angry at you and he couldnāt wait until youāre fully sober and awake to berate you for your reckless behaviour. he wanted to punish you now. but he donāt get the energy to stop.
not when youāre handed to him in a silver plater.
what were you thinking going out drinking during lantern rite festival completely drunk out of your mind not even realising that someone had spiked your drink. not even realising that someone was following you as you stumbled your way back home. the thought of it annoyed him to the core. his grip to your thighs tightened as he slammed forward, a chortled whimper escaped your lips as your fist tightened on the comforter.
xiao
there it is again, his name, subconsciously escaping your lips as you passed out, thigh fucked by him. ās-shut up,ā he hissed, peeling the thighs apart, glistening with your arousal and his own leaking pre cum. you were lucky, he was around watching you, quick to notice that someone had followed you, clearly with no good intention with a small knife stuck in the back pocket. your recklessness angered him. the stranger wouldnāt be so nice to you, better xiao than the no good stranger taking advantage of you. think of it as a thank you for saving your life.
his warmth breath against your burning core made you gasped. instantly moving your thighs to shut it close but xiao held them part. your thighs trembled softly, a weak please out of your lips. with every please and pleas, he planted a kiss inside your thighs until his lips rested on the soft shaved mound, chin grazing lightly on your clit. he wasnāt sure of how much aphrodisiac have you taken, unsure if he started burying his face deep in your cunt, you wouldāve jolted up awake and kicked him out. he started small, little licks along your slit, eyes up burned into your face. he watched with every licks your face contorted in pleasure. your chest heaved. you were enjoying this.
xiao couldnāt help but wondered if it was your intention from the start. maybe you enjoyed being taken advantage like this, completely out of your mind while his lips latched on your swollen clit. after all, you were moaning his name. and to think that you were about to moan out his name while a stranger fucked your mind out. he couldnāt help to land his palm on your sensitive cunt, watching as you stirred in you deep slumber, but not enough to make you awake. youāre his for the night.
you were always conscious, stubborn, true to your words. always refusing his help. he couldnāt hide how much it attracted him so much. lucky you, how easily you have stolen the heart of the conqueror of demons. he tightened his grip as his tongue swiped further, covering every inch of your throbbing lips with his rough muscle. he could feel the way your thigh tensing. he liked it when the mighty fell underneath him. one palm resting on your tensing belly as another travelled lower tugging on his own painful growing boner. xiao wants it in, not his tongue that was lapping hungrily on your hole. he focused on his pumps, tongue now fucking your squirming hole.
you were a moaning mess, eyes shut knocked out of your mind but you were still at the receiving end of his pleasure. he wanted you to learn a lesson. not everyone will ever be as nice as him. he couldnāt take it anymore.
his lips planted kisses all over your bare skin, until it rested on your chest. your heart were beating intensely, skin glistening in the sweat despite the cold wind blowing through the door to your balcony. he contemplated, cock brushing gently against your slit. every time the head nudged hard against your swollen clit, you whimpered. the little ah out your lips were intoxicating. what a fucking slut, he thought to himself, caught out on his thoughts he didnāt realised that his cock had sheathed deep in him.
it startled him, fist tightened as he left a satisfying whimper. you were so warm, gummy, molded so perfectly around his cock. you were little against him, he couldnāt help but to scoff. tiny little human, molded perfectly for him, was this a cruel joke from the archon? he never took any pleasure of anything humanlike; food, festivals, relationship yet one fucking thrust into the archonās creation and heās falling apart. xiao was panting, he swore he could see white with every blink of his eyes. he wasnāt even fully in, his own thigh shivered as he pushed deeper, hissing in pleasure. you couldnāt fully accommodate him, his tip kissing your cervix which a few inches left exposed.
you looked holy.
he gasped for air, trembling hands gently running down yours legs propped and spread apart against his own. he wanted to ruin you. for giving him such an incredible feeling he couldnāt understand. 2000 years of living, he only felt pain and for once, he understood what humans speak of pleasure. he tried to capture everything in his mind, memorising every nooks and crooks of your body, the way your skin flushed, your lips, your chest, your tight fucking cunt. it was like you were sucking him in as he tried to pull, you gasped in your slumber gasping for air before he plunged deep.
just like that, xiao was hooked.
he was unsure of it, his thrusts were sloppy as he struggled to keep up with the pleasure. he wished for you to be awakened, to beg for him, but the chortled moans were enough for him. he was doing you good. the room echoed with the sound of your skin slapping together, messy fluid combining and dripping down and pooling on the bed, he couldnāt stop moaning and so were you.
in another world, youāll be wrapped around his arms, lips pressed tight as he lulled you into pleasure. it would be just you and him, he longed to be human, if being human meant an eternity with you.
his teeth were rough against your skin, he promised, he didnāt meant too. he couldnāt take it, the pleasure and he just wanted something to ground him down. his tongue lapping regretfully against the mark on your neck and another and another. he wanted this to last forever, mapping the column of your neck with his mark was the closest he could do. he inhaled your sweet, musky scent, lips pressing kisses along your jaws until it moved up to your lips.
he swallowed every single moans out your lips as he quickened his pace. he buried himself in your chest, holding his grunt. your bud blossomed with every swipe of his tongue to keep him busy from the almost human like moans. was this celestia?
his thrusts were getting sloppier, echoes of your sticky skin against one another, more dripping down the valley of your bottom. xiao wanted more of this, everyday, every night, he wants to be deep in you. his shaking hand found its way, intertwined with your own while another pressed against the mattress for more support. he could taste it, spit dribbling down his own lips as he begged for your forgiveness as he chased his own high.
his first orgasm was a bliss.
it came so suddenly, he didnāt know how to react but with eyes wide open, clenching onto your hands so tightly, your sleepless body jolted. he didnāt stop, panting with head rested on your chest as he continued to thrust in. it was weird how tight your walls were. you were leaking, did you come too? he wondered as he halted his movement sure that he emptied everything into you.
the night was silent again, nothing but his rapid breathing. xiao was hazy, head spinning around. he followed the curve of your body, lips planting kisses until it met your own. you looked beautiful, but itās a shame. he has to leave. he kissed you again, longer, longing to stay but his duty, his debt, it called. it was heavy to leave you as he scrambled to get back in his clothes.
you look so- lonely.
fixing you up, tucking you in, his eyes couldnāt help but catch your weak hand grabbing hold on his shirt. his heart skipped a beat as a soft stay escaped your lips. he bent over, contemplated as his lips over above your own before standing up.
he couldnāt even look back as he escaped into the night. because if he did, if he had that one last kiss, he would be done.
because leaving you after all that, would be pain all over again xiao wished to not feel.
you woke up a mess, night gown sticking to your body as you desperately shield your eyes from the sunlight from the opened sliding door. what had happened, you asked yourself head throbbing like you had been out drinking for hours. you were sticky too.
your face grew warmer.
in your dream, you were getting fucked. hard. completely out of your mind by the conqueror of demons. no way, in real life, xiao would never do that to you. even if you served yourself in a silver platter, bared for him, he would beat the crap out of you. but dream xiao was a pleasure.
you could feel your body tensing up again, berating yourself as you headed to the shower for a cold hard rinse of the real world. xiao would never fuck you, you scoffed as you scrubbed your inner thighs, startled by the sudden pain. you turned off the shower and to your disbelieve, it was littered with bite marks as white, thick fluid dribbled out yourself.
