#i neeeded that

[styling-fadel]

KANT AND STYLE ACTING LIKE TEENAGE GIRLSSKKDKD

[zorangezest]

switcheroo

part two

[parisoonic]

Demo has had many careers - tattoo artist isn't one of them.

[chalkrub]

some of the head coms from recently <:^) indefinitely still open for these !

[bellwethers]

Oh. Poor child

[eurodynamic]

[iiping]

[genderswap + modern au] when is the best time for coffee if it’s not after an all-nighter and a morning jog? 😎☕️

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

a little wip for u guys cuz i’m gonna be busy this week <3 (also @bisexuallsokka , you know what this is for)

ft. bonus sketchy panic

[wolvimiau]

wanna be kneeling between his legs and make him feel good while taking pictures...

[tylidae]

A I L U R A N T H R O P Y 1 0 1

[localwench]

being a whore who doesn’t have sex is so hard

[has-the-gavle-goat-burned-yet]

December 18th 2024

No

[grailknightmonty]

the whole thing with the rerolling...

this part of tango's episode is living rent free in my head rn he's just sooooo

[pmpwbrrs]

GOURMAND APPRECIATION GOURMAND APPRECIATION 🎉🎉

[randomapplekey]

Peri going through "mewberty"

Inspired by this tweet :

[too-deviant]

mdni 🃏

being taken from the streets by a fellow demigod except they don’t take you to camp half blood, they take you to this cushy cruise ship called the princess andromeda.

they introduce you to their leader, luke castellan, who smirks cheekily at you and tells you all about his movement against the gods.

“i have a feeling that you’re going to fit in here.”

going on little missions for him, moving up in his ranks until you’re practically his second in command.

finding him in the state room one day, and he’s fuming.

i’m talking a jawbone clenching, chest heaving sort of anger.

maybe percy thwarted him again. maybe kronos was giving him attitude. that didn’t matter.

what mattered was that at least you were there — his second in command, ready to do whatever he wanted to help him relax. you would listen to him always.

and so when he tells you in that authoritative, leader of an army voice to take off your shirt, you do. when he tells you to take off your pants — ah, ah, slowly — you do.

and when he bounds over, wraps his hands around your thighs and hitches you up onto the nearest desk, you are more than ready to meet his lips with yours. your moan is a weak whisper in his ear when he pulls you by your asscheeks and presses his crotch against the thin fabric of your panties. it breaks into something louder when he bites down on your collarbone, and then the space between your neck and shoulder.

you sigh when his fingers run gently over the lacy edges of your underwear before pulling them to the side and letting the air reach your already wet pussy.

“always ready for me, huh?”

then he’s messily taking his own jeans off, unzipping them halfway before he looses patience and yanks them down to his thighs, pulling his cock out of his underwear — the red tip leaking precum and making your mouth water.

his thrusts are angry, his huffs and groans echoing around the room. you’re sure the guards at the door can hear you, but neither of you care.

you come once, twice — before he is tightening his grip and finishing inside you. he cleans you up, pulls you down, and sends you off with a smack to the ass and a chuckle.

“thanks for that, sweets.”