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Percy and Annabeth 💙🧡

*grabs popcorn* I'm down for some Percabeth in the shower smut. *noms a handful of popcorn obnoxiously*

Anonymous said:Shower smut! Shower smut! Shower smut!

Anonymous said: But. You SHOULD write some percabeth shower smut. Give in to the temptation

Anonymous said:Annabeth just jumping into Percy’s shower “I’m going to be late I’ll only be a sec” and Percy just watches her take 3 minutes to wash before she leaves without even a kiss. Then the next morning he joins her and “You owe me for yesterday Chase" 

all because of this post: “okay but percy and annabeth could have some really epic shower sex right”

explicitly nsfw. 

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They’re so cute 🥰

I was wondering if you take art requests, if so do you mind doing an art where Peter and Mj just got out of the shower, have towels around his waist/her body, and maybe indulging in some post-shower fluff

What a cute request nonny! Please have some peterMJ fluff with matching wet curly hair 💙

(Please let Peter have more 'normal weeks' with MJ 🥺)

I love this

art where peter and mj have shower sex?

Ooh there’s a scene for that in my fic ‘Spin Sorrow into Silk’, 18+ excerpt below. And like, I know y’all just want some smut, but I’m learning a lot about illustrating different textures and techniques so thanks? lol

Lost in his thoughts, Peter startles when the shower curtain clatters open and MJ steps in behind him, naked. “Did you really think you could just run out in the middle of a fight to shower ?”

“Come on, give me a break, MJ. It's been a really long day, and, like, a hundred degrees out there. I'm sweaty and dirty.”

He catches the way her eyes slide up and down his body, watching the water splash against his chest and following the foam that dribbles along his neck and down to his legs. The conflict is obvious in her face as arousal and anger make her cheeks flush and her brows knit in frustration.

With a smirk, Peter turns around as if she's not there and starts washing his hair, letting his biceps bulge as he runs his fingers through his soapy hair.

Annoyed that he’s ignoring her, MJ presses her wet and slippery breasts against his back so he can feel the aroused tips against his skin. Still facing away from her, Peter bites his lip, trying to ignore her as he continues showering.

When her fingers start to dig demandingly into the muscles down the sides of his torso, he gruffly turns her around to face away from him and spider-sticks his feet to the tub floor to brace himself. MJ spreads her legs to match his footing and looks back at him over her shoulder with a challenging glint in her eyes.

Peter pulls her hips back towards him and sinks into her, eliciting a deep moan from her. Despite the strain and tension between them, their bodies still fit perfectly together, and he slides his hands appreciatively along her wet curves.

“I'm… still… mad… at you!” she grunts between each thrust. “You can't… always... fuck your way…out of a fight with me… ”

“I’m trying my best to, though,” Peter replies breathlessly, reaching around to play with her clit. The sound she makes is nearly enough to make him cum immediately, but it's the way she starts bucking wildly against him that is going to ruin him.

“Fuck, don't stop. Please, don't stop, I'll do anything... just keep fucking me please, please, please!” MJ gasps, smacking her hand repeatedly against the tiled wall. “Oh, Peter…!”

That's it. He can't hold back any longer, not when she was squirming on his dick like that. With a light warning smack on her right butt cheek, Peter speeds up and starts driving himself into her relentlessly. He lets the frustrations from earlier that night—not just with MJ but all of it—coil in his gut and build until he can’t hold it in any longer.

His senses become an incomprehensible blur of noises and colors so he tries to focus on one thing at a time: the hot water hitting his back, the sounds of their fumbling echoing in the bathroom, her perfect ass bouncing against his hips.

Every muscle starts to clench and her thighs begin to quiver. When he feels her flutter and tighten around him, Peter quickly pulls out and lets his cum spill down the shower drain.

The impulse to reach out for her and take her into his arms seizes him for a moment, but he manages to resist it. She doesn't want tenderness when she gets like this; only gruff, demanding pleasure.

Shaking his wet hair out of his eyes, Peter gets out of the shower and starts toweling himself dry, leaving MJ behind, still wet and panting.

Aww 🥰

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So so beautiful 😍

BAAVIRA WEEK 2023

Day 6: Sweaty Skin

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