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Kyalin 😍💙💚

New art 🙌

The Tony Stark hairstyle is the best

RDJ's haircut wonderful. We love 3000.

If Suyin hadn’t interrupt them…

This month I'm kicking off a multi-page 🔞 Korrasami comic that includes a special guest: Kuvira. I've given it the totally super clever and alluring title of "Korra Sandwich".

You can read page 1 here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18-comic-korra-1-84476527

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Klance x Guardians of the galaxy

Pelvic sorcery😂😂

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Percabeth 💙🧡

Percabeth sleepy winter morning sex?

this got really explicit and raunchy, but i like it. it’s kinda weird, haha. anyhow, i hope you like it.

a little death (e)

When her eyes flutter open, she can see the snow falling lazily outside the apartment window. There’s sunlight streaming in through the window in a way that can only happen on Sundays — where the sunbeams seem suspended in air and small pieces of dust waltz around lazily inside them. Annabeth stretches as she yawns and pulls the covers over herself. It feels so warm under the covers and so cold outside of them. Her arm bumps into Percy’s shoulder and makes him stir.

“Annabeth?” he mumbles, his eyes still closed.

His arm is still wrapped around her as he lies on his stomach, and Annabeth pulls his arm tighter against her.

“Morning,” she says.

Percy groans and shifts slightly. “I don’t wanna,” he grumbles.

“Don’t wanna what?” Annabeth asks, laughing.

“I don’t wanna wake up,” he pouts. “It’s warm here. I’m not moving.”

She laughs quietly to herself and closes her eyes again, washed in the tide of his breathing. Their breathing falls into an easy cadence and she’s almost tempted to fall back asleep, but when she shifts, she can feel him, half hard in his pajamas. Her breath catches in her throat slightly, but she’s sure he doesn’t notice. Unable to resist, she grinds her ass against him and relishes in his soft moan and the way that he grows harder almost immediately.

“Are you trying to start somethin, Wise Girl?” he asks, his eyes still resolutely closed.

Annabeth just hums in response, grinding slow circles until he’s almost painfully hard. They’d fucked last night. Saturday nights were reserved for rough, brutal sex, and Sunday mornings were reserved for luxuriant, slow sex. Well, technically not just Sunday mornings. Sundays in general meant fucking as many times as she could get him hard and then ambushing him at random intervals throughout the day until they were both completely worn out. The anticipation of a quiet, winter day of luxuriant sex sent a wave of heat through her.

“Annabeth,” Percy breathed.

“Do you want me on top so that you can stay under the covers?”

For the first time, he opens his eyes and smiles. “You’re a lifesaver, please and thank you,” he says.

Annabeth rolls her eyes and slips off her underwear. She’d gone to sleep in one of Percy’s shirts and just her underwear, and he’d gone to bed in just his pajamas. It made undressing each other easier in the morning. Her hands snake under the waistband of his pajamas, and she palms his cock under the fabric, not missing Percy’s sharp intake of breath. He’s hard and warm in her hand as she strokes him slowly, like she has all the time in the world, and they do.

One of her favorite things about sex is when she can handle Percy’s cock. His entire body was chiseled from fighting monsters over the years, and even though his cock was as hard as steel, it felt like it was encased in velvet, and Annabeth loved the way it felt in her hands.

She pondered whether or not she wanted to get him off just like this, in her hands. It’d been a long while since she’d just given him a hand job, and the thought tempted her. There was something so hot about being able to feel him as he came and the ensuing mess on her hands. Annabeth wasn’t exactly squeamish when it came to sex.

“Annabeth,” he breathed again. “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”

She pressed a kiss to the side of his neck and smiled against his skin when she felt his hips involuntarily thrust upwards in time with her strokes.

“You’re not going to make a big mess all over my hands are you?” she asks.

A soft moan escaped his lips, and Annabeth sucked bruises onto his neck. When he went to class tomorrow, she wanted all the other women to see that he was hers. The thought made her increase the tempo of her stroking, and her other hand reached in to softly handle his balls, massaging and pulling, rolling them in her fingers. They were soft to touch, and she focused on each one separately, the way she knew Percy loved.

“I-I’m almost there,” he gasped, his eyes screwed shut.

“Shh, it’s okay, I got you,” she said, not even the least bit guilty about how much it turned her on. She wanted his cum all over her hands, and she wanted it now.

“Save it up for me,” she whispered. “I want it all over my hands, so give me all of it.”

Percy whimpered, and she resumed sucking hickeys against his neck. She wasn’t used to talking so wantonly. Maybe it was because she was still in that half asleep state and because of how he felt so warm in her hands.

“Cum for me,” she said softly.

He pulsed in her hands a few times in rapid succession as he shot all over the surface of his pajamas, and Annabeth continued to milk his cock for every last drop she could get, stroking him gently but insistently. When he finished, she took her hand out to inspect it. She met Percy’s eyes as she deliberately stuck her tongue out and licked his cum off of her fingers, one by one, just like Percy’d done with her after fingering to orgasm. His eyes darkened as he stared at her, his mouth slightly open as he tried to regain his breath.

She made a move to crawl on top of him when he suddenly flipped on top of her. He kissed her deeply, and she felt one of his fingers enter her. The lewd sounds of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of her, and her ragged breathing and occasional moans. He brought her to a small orgasm just doing this and when she came down, she sighed when she felt him enter her slowly, filling her up.

When he bottomed out in her, he stilled for a while, his face buried in the curve of her neck. Annabeth smiled and pulled the covers over them tighter so that they could stay warm. He wasn’t as hard as before, but when he started to move, Annabeth could feel him growing bigger inside her.

He set a slow, luxurious pace on top of her, thrusting deep into her with every stroke so that she could feel all of him inside her every time. Annabeth clung to his shoulder and back muscles, her fingers clawing against his skin, nails raking and digging across his skin. Percy winced occasionally, but was so absorbed in his task that he didn’t notice too much.

She clung to him him, her body pressed flush against his so that her breasts crushed against his chest. This felt right. This was how things were supposed to be. She circled her hips in time to match his thrusts, giving her a myriad of sensation. Annabeth took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. In the quiet, the lewd, wet sounds of their fucking and sloppy, wet kisses filled the room.

“I’m going to cum,” Annabeth whispered, softly like it was a secret.

Percy nodded and kissed her deeply. Her legs crossed over his tailbone so that she could press him inside her even deeper. When her orgasm came, it wasn’t violent like the ones she’d had last night. It was instead something that encompassed her entire body. She felt all the nerves in her body sing with a fiery pleasure that sizzled over her body, warming her from the inside out. Her orgasm became a state of being more so than an experience, and it lasted for nearly two minutes, all while Percy continued to patiently guide her through it.

When she came down, his hips began to jerk erratically as he quickened the pace, desperate to cum a second time himself. Annabeth kept her legs crossed over his back pressed him inside her.

“Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” she keened.

“Annabeth,” Percy gasped as he came, hard.

She felt him pulse inside her as his white hot cum filled her up, and she moaned with contentment. He collapsed on top of her, unable to support himself with the strength of his arms any longer. Annabeth nibbled on his ear, making Percy laugh breathily. Eventually he rolled out of her, and she groaned when she felt his loss. He laid on his back beside her as they stared up at the ceiling.

“So that was fun,” Annabeth said nonchalantly.

Percy hummed. “You have quite a dirty mouth on you, Annabeth Chase,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Percy shook against her as he laughed quietly. “No, I can’t say it is.”