#i hope this works! ♡

[austerulous]

◈   @ofspvrta​

Even now, she could feel Galinn’s teeth in her hand.  There were pieces of him she would never shake loose, fragments that remained splintered in her flesh, buried in the sinew of her bruised heart.  His betrayal poisoned her blood, infecting her with a terrible blight of mistrust.  Not even cutting his throat in retribution had offered a cure.  If anything, his demise had infected the wound.

Soma moved through the raucous merrymakers, set apart even in the crowd.  Loneliness stalked her through the longhall, but purpose drove her forwards.  Pricked by fury, bleeding from wounds that were invisible to the naked eye.  Duty over joy, always.  The needs of many over the few, over her own personal desires.

Eivor Varinsdottir was a generous host.  Wood smoke softened the stale stink of spilt ale, of fire-roast meat, of piss, of blood.  This hallowed space hummed with conversation and discordant bursts of song.  Displaced, the Lord of Grantebridge was drawn to another who was alone among the revelry.

“Kassandra, isn’t it?”  Soma made it her business to know names, to remember faces.  Eivor had pointed the traveller out to her, explaining that she had chosen to rest her road-weary bones in Ravensthorpe.  “You have chosen well – few halls offer as warm a welcome as this one.  A fine place to rest, to roost among the ravens.”

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[swampybogg]

[kangtaebins]

… hi my loves, it’s been a while <3

[b1mbodoll]

i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

[edenfire]

🎶❤️ You're nothing without me ❤️🎶

it's finally here!!! I've been so excited for this new CD charm I've been working on!~🌟 I really hope you guys like it, too🥰💗💞🌸

> my shop <

[abigail]

a few of my favourite bags for the anon who requested to see ♡

[christopher067]

heard some people would like to see more nails from me ;D

little wip of a fun starry set coming to TSR next week !! ✦ including the earrings 👀

[askinkiskarma]

Will it be possible to ask the reader teaching Jake's kids all the curse word alphabet . Then them using this stuff around jake. What would his reaction be?

anonnie i don't usually take requests but i actually enjoyed this hahahah

i had no idea a curse word alphabet was a thing, had to google it :))

hope you enjoy x

wc: 400

"Very good, Tuk. Now that we're done with A, what did I say B was?"

Tuk thought about it long and hard, and her eyes lit up in excitement as the word pushed past her tongue flawlessly, as if she was born to say it.

"BITCH!"

You and Lo'ak clapped loudly, cheering for your honorary sister and laughing at how excited she was about getting it right. There was something so incredibly puerile, but so, so hilarious about a child innocently cursing like a sailor. It was your responsability as the English speaker and the human to teach Tuk some Earth customs. After all, she was half human. You really had no choice but to do this, right?

Neteyam and Kiri were sitting in the corner of the tent, speaking lowly to each other and rolling their eyes at your immaturity. You knew deep down they found it funny. How could they not? But they were the responsible ones, and while maintaining this charade must be exhausting, you couldn't blame them for not partaking. You and Lo'ak would be in so much trouble when Jake gets whiff of this, but all punishment was worth it for this moment of pure bliss.

"Ok, Tuk-tuk. Now C."

"Remember C?"

"What the hell is going on here?" Jake bursts in through the flap of the tent, holding a gun in his arms and a dour, unamused expression on his face, his lips curled in an annoyed grimace.

"Are you two soiling my baby girl's mind again, teaching her things she shouldn't know for a really long time... or ever, preferably?"

You giggled at Lo'ak's ears that were pushed so far back, you could balance a book on either of them, no issue. While Lo'ak might be scared of his father and his military ways, you found Jake's outbursts funny and endearing. The fact that he couldn't stay mad at your Avatar face longer than a couple minutes at a time probably helped.

"I already took an ass-kicking from my wife from your little stunt about where babies come from. This time, any ass kicking I receive will be returned two fold, am I clear, soldiers?"

Your gaze fell to the floor, trying your best to look dignified and apologetic, but the enthusiastic swish of your tail did little to help you in your endeavour.

"Daddy, daddy, I remember C! Daddy, you are a cun-"

"NO, TUK!"

[miasmaghoul]

miasma i have been yearning for mean rain and the most well-behaved mountain you have ever seen. (he's on his knees.) will you indulge me? )

oh man rain's real mean you guys :(

(cw for slapping, spitting, a little blood, piss and rough oral. all consensual, dont worry, mountain is SUPER into it)

It's an ache Mountain can't describe that brings him here.

On his knees in Rain's room, fully dressed with his legs spread as far at they can go. He keeps his arms folded together at the small of his back and his eyes forward, watching dust motes float through the beam of silvery light pouring from an open window. The sun had been up when he first knelt, but Rain's space was meant for moonlight.

Mountain doesn't know how long he's been here, truth be told, and it doesn't matter. That ache demands he stays put regardless, forces him to stay still and silent. It makes him wait for something he can't put words to. Makes him yearn, makes him itch in a place he can't quite scratch. It makes him want.

And so, he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

When the door finally creaks open, he thinks it's the holiest of hymns.

Rain slips into the room with a fluid grace Mountain could never hope to replicate. He moves like water, his lithe frame draped in the gauzy fabric of a flowy white top he'd no doubt stolen from Cirrus. It suits him just as much as the skin-tight black pants he's paired with it, as stark a contrast as his dark, loose curls are against his pale skin. Bathed in moonlight, he looks like something out of a dream.

Mountain would worship him always, if he could get away with it. Would lay himself bare for Rain to observe, to inspect. He'd endure agony, ecstacy and everything in between if it meant earning Rain's touch, his attention. If it meant pleasing him however Rain saw fit. He'd give anything, give everything.

Rain closes the door, and does not acknowledge him.

The ache grows.

Mountain doesn't move. Doesn't dare to so much as breathe too loudly, lest Rain become irritated and shove him out the door. He can't risk it, not with the singular sort of need that's been eating at him all day. He listens, though. Tracks Rain's careful footsteps as he makes his way across the room. He's in no rush, ever casual as he clicks on a bedside lamp and rifles through a drawer.

Mountain's cock stirs in the confines of his jeans. He's gone from soft to hard and back again more times than he can count during his endless wait. If he glanced down, there would probably be a stain on the light denim. He couldn't help it, but he knows Rain won't approve.

Hell, that's half the reason he wore these particular jeans.

"How long have you been here?"

The words cut through the silence like a razor, smooth and sharp. Mountain shivers with them, hungry ears finally blessed with the first hint of what he's been craving. He shrugs, eyes still locked on the bedroom door. He can practically hear Rain's eyebrows scooting upwards.

"You don't know?"

Mountain shakes his head. If he had to say, it would be something between five hours and a hundred years. He'd wait a thousand, if Rain asked him to.

Behind him, Rain hums. It's a pondering sound, as though he's wondering whether or not Mountain is worth his precious time. It makes his stomach hurt. He wants to beg Rain to let him stay, wants to plead with him to soothe the ache in his gut. Wants to grovel at his feet until Rain sees fit to relieve him of his need.

But Rain hasn't given permission to speak, so he doesn't.

Again, Mountain waits. Stoic at a statue despite the stiffness in his jeans, the stabbing pain in his knees and the tension in his back. Everything hurts.

He hopes Rain makes it worse.

It's ages before Rain moves again, before his boots thud against the hardwood and the other ghoul reappears in front of him. Mountain keeps his gaze resolutely forward, his eyeline even with Rain's torso. The fabric of his top sways in a nonexistent breeze, more than a few of its buttons popped to expose the creamy skin of his chest. It's speckled with bites and bruises, evidence of what, exactly, he'd been busy doing while Mountain waited his turn.

"Have you been just like this?" His tone gives nothing away. If anything, Rain sounds...bored. "On your knees for me?"

Again, Mountain nods. Rain hums once more, that same sound of almost dismissive contemplation. He brings both hands up, idly twists one of his rings, and the rustle of his shirt brings with it the scent of the lake on a summer evening. It's accompanied by a waft of spiced woodsmoke, and Mountain knows exactly who had been busy fucking up Rain's perfect skin.

"Are you growling?"

Mountain mutes himself immediately - he hadn't even realized he'd started. He didn't mean to, he swears it, but even if he were allowed to speak he knows Rain wouldn't want to hear it. He chews on the inside of his cheek and hopes his remorse is evident in the way his shoulders sag just a hair.

"Let me guess," Rain lilts, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of auburn hair by Mountain's ear. Even the ghost of his touch is electric. "You need me."

He makes it sound like a taunt, and Mountain's stomach burns. He nods again, slow and deliberate. Squares his shoulders again before Rain can chide him for his posture. The other ghoul huffs out a sigh.

"How pathetic," he chides, and oh does it sting. "Sitting here for hours when you could have been making yourself useful."

Long fingers cup his jaw and Mountain lets his gaze be guided upward. He finds Rain watching him with mirthless cerulean eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. Mountain gulps even as his cock throbs, and before he can stop himself,

"I'm sorry -"

He hears the slap before he feels it, a sharp backhand that makes his head spin and his chest tight. The sting hits soon enough and Mountain bites his lip, hoping to draw blood that he can offer in penance. Rain grips his chin in that same cruel hand, guides him back, and Mountain can already feel the fuzz creeping into the edges of his mind with the look on his stunning face.

"Lucifer, you're pathetic," Rain scoffs, dragging his other hand through his own stylishly disheveled curls. "And here I thought you were going to be good for me."

I will, Mountain wants to scream. I'll be good, I'll be so good, please -

"I suppose I'll just have to put you in your place."

Mountain can't help the way his eyes slip shut at the merciless tilt to Rain's voice. The one he only uses when he can tell exactly what sort of cruelty Mountain craves, when he wants to belittle and shame. It settles heavy in his gut, makes him just dizzy enough that Rain has to give him a little shake to bring him back.

"Eyes on me," he orders, and it's an easy command to obey. Mountain may be edging towards hazy, but focusing on Rain keeps him grounded enough to maintain his pose. The hand on his jaw threads into his hair instead, grips a nice handful. "Show me your tongue."

Mountain does - of course he does - despite how dry his mouth feels. He opens wide and lets that pink appendage hang down over his chin. Rain's hum carries more weight now, the slightest hint of approval enough to make Mountain throb. Rain yanks him back by the hair, makes him suck air through his nose, and leans over him, eyes sparkling.

"You look thirsty."

Mountain can't hold back the groan that bubbles up in his chest when Rain spits directly onto his tongue.

"Don't you dare swallow," Rain threatens before Mountain can so much as move his tongue. He wasn't going to. He knows better.

It's tempting anyway.

He curls his tongue instead, makes a nice little home for Rain's generous gift. Rain releases his head with a derisive snicker, standing back with his arms crossed.

"I think you enjoyed that a little too much," he admonishes, eyes squarely fixed on the wet spot Mountain can feel on his thigh. Less than an inch from the head of his sore, ignored cock.

He's so hard. Always is, for this. Rain probably won't even let him cum, if experience tells him anything - or maybe he'll make him cum over and over until he's empty and weeping. Either way, the suffering is what matters.

Mountain twitches when the toe of Rain's boot presses into his thigh, a hair's breadth from his throbbing length, and it's work not to swallow the mess on his tongue.

"Someone's excited," he taunts, nudging the swollen ridge of the head less than gently. Mountain gives a fervent nod. "You were messy before I even walked in, weren't you?"

He applies more pressure and Mountain pitches forward just enough to accidentally drool Rain's spit onto his own shirt.

Oh shit.

Rain's next slap is expected, and somehow all the worse for it. Same cheek, same hand. It cracks through the room with a sick echo, and Mountain tastes iron.

"Useless," Rain sneers, unceremoniously shoving two fingers into Mountain's mouth to wrench out a gag. When he pulls them back they're tinted pink, and watching Rain lick up his blood and saliva makes every inch of him sing. "All you're good for is making messes, isn't it?"

Mountain sniffles, eyes wet at the corners, and nods. Rain rolls his eyes.

"Use your words," he says as though Mountain is very stupid. His cock spits against his thigh.

"S-sorry Rain, I didn't -"

"Sorry who?"

Mountain shudders.

"I'm s-sorry, Sir," he breathes, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to make a mess, I -"

"Liar," Rain interrupts, and Mountain gives him a bewildered look. "I know you came here because you want to be a wet, filthy mess."

Mountain can't stop staring up at him. He doesn't want to.

"In fact," Rain croons, reaching for his belt, "I think you want me to make you one."

His intention is clear as crystal, and the moment it settles into Mountain's skin he bites his tongue. He swallows thickly, trying his best not to sway as he watches Rain slip his belt from its loops and toss it aside. Silently, Mountain hopes Rain plans to use it on him later. He grips his own arms tight behind his back while the other ghoul unzips, every inch of him twitchy and quivering in anticipation.

"What do you say?" Rain asks, low and sultry over the splash of his own piss.

Rain's only half hard when he pulls himself out, maybe less, but it doesn't matter - any time he gets to see Rain's cock is a blessing, as far as Mountain is concerned. Rain gives himself a few languid strokes, pushes and pulls his foreskin the way he knows Mountain likes best. Makes him drool. He fattens up so quick, gets nice and stiff right where Mountain can see but can't touch. Anyone else would want to stay soft for this, but Rain?

Well, there are advantages to being a water ghoul.

Rain cants his hips just enough to slap the head against Mountain's cheek once, twice, three times. Enough to leak a little bead of pre and leave a sticky spot behind.

"Say please," he commands. Mountain feels so very dizzy.

"Please," he manages to slur, barely a whisper. Rain snorts.

"Say it properly," he smears the tip over Mountain's lips just because he can, and Mountain's eyes roll back at the scent of him.

"Please, Sir," he breathes, staring up with heavy lidded eyes, "please...please get me wet. Get me messy."

Rain offers an unkind smirk, milks out one more bead of pre that slides onto Mountain's lip. He doesn't lick it up. Hasn't been told he's allowed. Rain pulls back, takes a deep breath, and aims.

"Whore."

The first drops hit Mountain's knee, impossibly hot, and then a perfect golden arc hits him square in the chest. It forces a wave of the deepest sort of shame through him, makes his stomach flip and his balls tighten up. Mountain gasps when it really starts to soak in, and he can feel real tears gathering in his lashes when Rain smiles down at him.

"Th-thank you, Sir," Mountain gasps, fighting every muscle in his core that's trying to make him pitch forward. "Thank you."

Rain hums, pleased, directing the stream wherever he likes until Mountain's shirt is well and truly drenched. He feels like he's burning from the inside out, like his brain is leaking out onto his thigh and soaking into stained denim. He's panting by the time Rain's done, watching in a daze as he pushes out the last few squirts, lets it dribble out to speckle Mountain's thighs.

"Open," he orders, and like the good boy he is, Mountain does.

Rain shoves his still-leaking cock down his throat with no hesitation, and Mountain chokes on it just enough for the tears caught in his lashes to track down his cheeks. Rain purrs, smearing them all over with mean thumbs.

"Gonna put this mouth to good use," he drawls, "and you're gonna take it."

The way he says it is completely at odds with the punishing pace he sets. Brutal thrusts that stab at the back of Mountain's throat, sure to leave a bruise. Every one answers the call of that singular ache, and in no time at all he's floating. Lost in the gross, wet sound of Rain taking his pleasure and the slap of his balls against his chin.

Maybe later Rain will sit on his face and he can well and truly drown.

Mountain hopes he does.

[austerulous]

◈   @oneiira​

​Extractor fans were at a standstill, casting jagged shadows across the windowless throne room.  Neon lights crackled in the dark, casting a glare that could burn retinas, painting the space in conflicting acid shades.  Their electrified bulbs hummed softly, a royal fanfare.  In the corner, a dusty set of speakers had been quieted, though they continued to churn out grungy, static-charged chords.

The wing back chair that passed for a throne was empty, the retro microphone balanced atop a rusting oil barrel was silent.  Long-limbed and suspicious, peculiar and provincial, Odessa paced around her den, circling he who had requested an audience.  

Washed onto her polluted shores, the strangest bounty hunter.  Affable-looking.  Modified – the colourless, camera lens eyes was his most apparent cybernetic upgrade.  Expensive, quality work, unlike that which was performed in the bowels of Junkertown, with hacksaws and spare Omnic parts.  Junker Queen considered herself whole, untouched, harboured a misplaced sense of purity.  As if her pelvis wasn’t littered with shrapnel.  As if a hundred wounds hadn’t healed, swallowing silt and grit.  As if she hadn’t been drinking in radiation all the days of her life, slowly dying since the day she was born.  Odessa was far from all that her mother and father had given her. 

Long silence broke at last.  The queen came to stand before him, stance wide, thighs parted, unapologetically unfeminine.  Crimson eyes lasered onto his face.

“Takes guts to come knockin’ on my door.”

In truth, few did.  Junkertown lay crumbling at the scorched heart of the Outback.  Irradiated, eroded by dust.  A glorified scrapheap, soaked in blood and hydraulic fluid, but her kingdom.

“Whaddya want with Fawkes and Rutledge?”

Two traitors of the lowest kind, but they were part of this landscape, they had suffered as she had suffered – unlike this clean, tropical-scented outsider.

[tsireyqs]

⭑･ﾟﾟ⁀➷ main works!

dark content will be bolded.

moon song (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: “m'sweet girl, you’re so good to me.” his tongue swipes over the spot he bit and kisses up to her jaw. “let me take care of you."

afterglow (jake sully x f! reader x neytiri)

ఌ➴⋆: “you have to relax, honey,” neytiri says against y/n's neck. her hand ghosts over her hips and she pushes them lower. “he can take it. isn’t that right, ma’jake?”

dancing with our hands tied (stepdad! jake sully x reader)

ఌ➴⋆: “stupid girl, what did i say about being quiet? you’re gonna get us caught,” he hisses. his head tilts when your small hands wrap around his wrist, and he tsks.

state of grace (stepmom! neytiri x reader)

ఌ➴⋆: “y/n,” her light sing-song voice calls out, “open those pretty eyes for me, sweet girl. want you to watch as you make me cum.”

lover (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: “she looks at you like you hang the stars. and i think, a little part of me hoped, no. wishes that i take up as much space in your heart as you do mine.”

false god (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: “this is wrong, i know. yet my heart can’t help but yearn for you.”

gold rush (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: quick glances and brush of hands almost makes jake forget that you're promised to another.

→ ivy

→ willow

⭑･ﾟﾟ⁀➷ drabbles/hcs!

a helping hand (jake sully x f! reader x neytiri)

ఌ➴⋆: neytiri teaching reader how to go down on jake

delicate (jake sully x human! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: size kink with jake

devil's in the details (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: choking kink while going down on reader

this love (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: praise kink with jake

destroya (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: mating press with jake

carry me out (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: pegging jake

two slow dancers (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: slow sex & biting with jake

so it goes... (stepdad! jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: gentle sex with daddy jake

high infidelity (stepmom! neytiri x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: stepmom! neytiri finally having her way with you

sweet nothing (stepmom! neytiri x reader) ft. kells ♡

ఌ➴⋆: stepmom! neytiri reeling you in

burning red (mean! stepdad! joel miller x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: face fucking with joel

i know places (stepdad! quaritch x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: stepdad! quaritch slipping into bed with you

picture to burn (stepdad! jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: stepdad! jake keeping stashes of polaroid pictures of you

but it's better if you do (stepmom! neytiri x f! reader x stepdad! jake sully)

ఌ➴⋆: stepdad! jake sully finding stepmom! neytiri between your thighs

a pearl (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: jake fingerfucking you in his lap

where your heart beats (next to mine), (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: jake's heart beat reminds you that he's here to stay; fluff!

don't blame me (joel miller x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: dbf! joel punishing you after teasing him

misery business (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: edging jake

only angel (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: letting subby! jake know he's yours

when the sun goes down (jake sully x f! reader x neytiri)

ఌ➴⋆: babysitter! reader caught inbetween jake and neytiri

what i want (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: stomach bulge kink with jake

baby you're out (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: overstimulating jake

untouchable (ellie williams x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: cockwarming ellie's strap

turn (jake sully x f! reader)

ఌ➴⋆: dbf! jakey bakey thots

more dbf! jakey bakey thots!

ఌ➴⋆: jake taking his stress out on you

brat taming with ronal and tonowari

ఌ➴⋆: body worship with jake

✩ updated 04/26/23

[jgracie]

Jason x a daughter of apollo is the only thing on my mind omg

I LOVEEEEE THIS COMBO SM ANON STOPP 😭😭😭 golden boy x golden girl my beloveds 😣 both children of weather related gods 😣 jason can’t help but gravitate towards her and as a joke one time she goes “ur so obsessed w me” and he looks her dead in the eyes n spouts some stuff ab how the world revolves around the sun so how can’t he ?!????? they write poems to each other and he could listen to her talk for an eternity ab lit everything fr

[damianito]

Shinkanoin twins (They dont have a name yet)

[edenfire]

💞🎠 Persona 5 Carousel 💞🎠

whee!! I finally finished quality checking and assembling all of my p5 carousel stands, and now they're ready to go!!🗣🗣🌟✨️

they actually spin, too!! (I'll probably post a video of it spinning soon😊💗🌸)

> my shop <

[hajihiko]

For the Kuzuhina indulgences… I was asking for more… 🥺/nf

I'm having a very nice evening rn so here ☆