These imagines range from clean to dirty, smut. I've decided to compile them in one big imagines list to hopefully make it more organized and clear for you all to enjoy. Feel free to send in requests through wattpad or Tumblr (AnonAir https://www.tumblr.com/blog/anonair ) While there will be fluff content, I still recommend only 18+. Thank you.

jason momoa ❤️❤️ 18+ only IF YOU DARE. THIS IS VERY GRAPHIC. WRITTEN FOR A FRIEND BIG SMUTTTTTT very haram don't you dare take this down.

Elena Scott is a girl in love with the ocean and everything in it. She has moved back to the place she was born after her dad lost his job and got his old one back. Trying to fit in living in Djupvik, she finds herself not fitting in at all and is therefore an outsider. She soon connects with the town's other outsider, Arthur Perry. She gets to know him and learn about who he is, an Atlantean. It grows into something more, but what happens when life-changing decisions have to be made? Read it and find out what happens! Warning: This story contains sexual episodes, suicidal thoughts, mature language, and abusive episodes.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."