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I have my MHA master list tagged towards the bottom

Started: 03/01/2023

Updated: 15/12/2023 or 12/15/2023

AVATAR:

Jake, Neytiri, or Both:

Jake X Fem Omaticaya Reader X Male Neytiri

Baby Girl (Jake Sully Smut)

Jake Sully X Navi Reader X Neytiri

Jake Sully X Fem Reader Headcanons

Neteyam:

Neteyam X Male Omaticaya Reader

Neteyam X Male Omaticaya Reader Pt. 2

Tsu'tey:

Tsutey X Female Navi Reader

Tsu'tey X Male Omaticaya Reader

Ronal:

Male Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader Pt. 1

Male Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader Pt 2

Male Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader Final

Ronal and Tonowari:

Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader X Tonowari

Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader X Tonowari Pt 2

Ronal X Fem Metkayina Reader X Tonowari Final

Aonung:

Aonung X Fem Navi Omaticaya Reader

Aonung X Fem Navi Omaticaya Reader Pt 2

Aonung X Fem Metkayina Reader

Rotxo and Aonung:

Rotxo X Fem Metkayina Reader X Aonung

Rotxo:

Rotxo X Fem Metkayina Reader

Rotxo X Male Metkayina Reader

Loak:

Lo'ak X Male Metkayina Reader

Lo'ak x Male Omaticaya Reader

Lo'ak X Male Omaticaya Reader Pt. 2

Grace:

Grace Augustine X Fem Omaticaya Reader

MHA/BNHA Masterlist:

momolady

Kayden the Werewolf

𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 - 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 - 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 - 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 -

“What do you mean werewolf?” You blurted out as your landlord sat there calmly, smiling at you with a knowing look. You couldn’t believe your ears, hell, you were still reeling from the dead deer on your porch!

“You’ve seen the movies, right?” Mrs. Locklear asked, stirring a cup of tea. “Oh, surely a girl your age has read Twilight,” she laughed. “That book is bullshit by the way. I’ve met vampires and they certainly aren’t like that. Oh and don’t get me started on the werewolf shenanigans in there.”

“Mrs. Locklear!” You gasped out to interrupt her ramblings. “Yes, I know what a werewolf is. But that’s just stories! Like…vikings or something came up with those stories. Right?”

“Oh certainly some of the earliest tales of werewolves come from old viking tales. Lots of vikings probably were.” She took a sip of her tea, which you had made before she arrived with shaking hands. “There’s stories of us from all over the world. How could that not be real?”

You grasped your chest. “Us?”

moonchildxoxx

Could you do a Tonowari x fem!Metkayina reader where she’s chosen to be Tsahik and his mate, but he thinks she only wants the title—then slowly realizes she genuinely cares in little, quiet ways?

Title: The Shape of Quiet Love

Pairing: Tonowari x fem!Metkayina reader

Word Count 4,277

Tags: Slow burn, arranged bond, misunderstood intentions, soft gestures, quiet yearning, Metkayina clan traditions, Tonowari learning to love, eventual romance, domestic affection

Summary: You were chosen by Tonowari’s mother to be Tsahik and his mate but he never gave you a chance. Until he began to see the quiet ways you loved him.

Part I: The Choice

The reef glowed in the early morning light, beams of sun slipping through the water’s surface and catching on coral outcroppings, painting the village in soft cyan. You stood with your feet planted in the sand, arms at your side, the sea breeze brushing your braids back from your face.

You had never expected this.

“The Great Mother guides my choice,” the current Tsahik said solemnly, her voice echoing around the gathering space. “And she has whispered a name to me.”

A quiet hush settled over the Metkayina clan as eyes turned toward the platform. Beside you stood Tonowari, tall and composed, arms crossed over his broad chest. He didn’t look at you. He hadn’t since you’d stepped onto the dais.

Tsahik continued. “My son, the future Olo’eyktan, must walk beside a woman not only of strength but of deep heart. One who knows the sea, and its silence. One who will care for our people as surely as she cares for what is unseen.”

You swallowed, throat dry despite the salt air.

“I name her,” she said, reaching out and placing her hand on your shoulder, “as the future Tsahik of the Metkayina and as the one chosen to walk beside my son, Tonowari.”

Gasps spread through the gathered clan like ripples from a stone. Some were pleased. Some surprised. Some clearly… less than thrilled.

“She’s so young.”

“I thought it would be Neyla.”

“Tonowari will never agree.”

But it was done. The choosing was sacred.

You bowed your head in reverence, then dared to glance at Tonowari beside you.

His face was impassive, carved from stone. Not one flicker of surprise. No joy, no protest. Just a tight nod as he stepped forward and said, “As you wish, Mother.”

And then he stepped back again.

That evening, the firepit roared with celebration. Fish roasted. Elders sang old songs. Dancers wove across the sands in spirals of movement. You sat at the edge of the feast, untouched fruit in your lap, watching Tonowari.

He was surrounded by others warriors, friends, elders but somehow still apart. Like a reef too sharp to swim near.

You didn’t speak to him that night. And he didn’t seek you out.

The days that followed were quiet. At least, for you.

The clan welcomed you with the smiles they saved for duty. You were trained under the Tsahik, taught rituals, healing, the ways of Eywa. You excelled quietly, without need for praise. But whispers followed your shadow wherever you swam.

“She is clever, yes, but was she the right choice?”

“She doesn’t speak much. Perhaps she is unsure.”

“I hear Tonowari avoids her. Maybe there will be another choosing.”

You bore it all. Silently. Stoically.

Even when you passed Tonowari on the way to the reef, and he barely nodded at you. Even when he walked behind you during rituals but never beside you. Even when he allowed others to flirt and laugh and touch his arm as if you did not exist.

He was never cruel. But kindness? That was something else entirely.

You thought, once, of asking him outright: Why do you hate me so? But the words died on your tongue each time you met his distant eyes.

Still, you did what you were meant to do.

You watched. You learned. You remembered.

Tonowari liked grilled fish, not boiled. He dipped his sea fruit in crushed shell spice, never salt. He preferred silence after long swims, not chatter. His armband had three beads carved with his father’s crest he rubbed them when he was anxious.

So you cooked how he liked. Served him during communal meals without fanfare. You replaced the fraying sash of his wrap before he noticed it was worn. You wove a new loincloth for him and left it quietly on his platform, stitched with small green spirals the same pattern as the tattoo near his collarbone.

He didn’t thank you.

But he wore it.

Tonowari was a leader before he was a man. At least, that’s what the elders always said.

You watched him from afar more often than not giving orders before a storm, swimming at the head of every migration, holding the young warriors’ gaze with a kind of gravity that could pull stars from the sky.

And yet, he rarely looked your way.

The absence of hatred wasn’t kindness. It was just emptiness. A space between you wide as the ocean, made wider by every day you stood at his side in ritual but never in spirit.

You stopped expecting warmth from him. You started giving it anyway.

It began with a small basket of food.

The clan had returned from an exhausting dive, hunting large, armored reef beasts. You’d watched from the shore, preparing herbs and bandages in case someone came back wounded. When Tonowari emerged from the sea last, his face was drawn tight, and his shoulder bore a ragged slice along the deltoid.

You didn’t speak. You just approached, cleaned it with practiced hands, and rubbed in a cooling salve from sea anemone roots. He watched you in silence but didn’t flinch.

Later that evening, you prepared his meal separately. Not as Tsahik. Not as some ceremonial gesture.

But as a woman who’d watched him enough to know what calmed his nerves.

Grilled fish, citrus-glazed seaweed, fruit sweetened with crushed shells everything he favored, wrapped in soft cloth and left by his sleeping mat. No note. No fanfare.

The next morning, the basket was returned to your platform. Empty. Clean. Carefully folded.

And not a word was said.

You noticed small things after that.

He didn’t leave the communal fire as early anymore. Sometimes he lingered near where you sat with Tsahik, listening quietly.

He started walking closer beside you. Never touching, never lingering too long but no longer avoiding you either.

One night, a young woman from the weaving groups placed her hand on Tonowari’s arm, laughing brightly at something only she heard.

You expected him to allow it. To remain cold and still as always.

But he gently removed her hand. Said, “Respect the future Tsahik.”

The girl paled. Apologized. Walked away.

You were too stunned to speak. But Tonowari looked at you for the briefest of moments.

And nodded.

That evening, you sat alone by the reef, braiding sea thread into long cords for children’s charms. Your fingers moved from memory, your thoughts drifting like foam on the waves.

You didn’t hear him approach.

“You sit alone often,” came his voice, low and calm.

You blinked. Looked up.

Tonowari stood there, arms at his sides, expression unreadable. The moonlight carved soft lines into his cheekbones, his tattoos catching the blue hue of the night tide.

“It is quiet here,” you answered.

He sat down beside you. Not too close but not far, either.

After a moment, he said, “You knew I liked citrus.”

Your fingers paused in their braid. “Yes.”

“You made the fish perfectly. Even the texture.”

“I listen,” you said simply.

He turned to face you. “Why?”

The word struck deeper than it should have.

You met his eyes. “Because I care.”

He stared at you. Really looked. As if seeing you not as a duty or a name but as a person flesh and thought, desire and devotion, waiting patiently on the other side of silence.

He looked away then, brows drawn. “I thought… you only wanted the title. Like the others.”

You could’ve laughed. Or cried.

Instead, you said, “I never asked for this. But I never asked to be overlooked, either.”

The wind picked up. His fingers twitched on his knee.

“I see that now,” he said, quietly.

In the weeks that followed, the space between you began to close.

He didn’t become someone new overnight. But Tonowari started seeking your counsel more during clan meetings. Asked your opinion before the Tsahik had a chance to answer for you.

Once, he brought you a carved comb made of reefbone. It wasn’t fancy. But the teeth were wide enough for your thick braids, and it had a wave motif carved into the handle one you’d painted onto your sleeping mat as a child.

“How did you know I like this design?” you asked him, genuinely curious.

He shrugged. “I listen.”

You smiled, and this time, he saw it.

There were still bad days.

Tonowari was under pressure. From his people. From his own fears. You learned to recognize the way his shoulders tensed before a council meeting or how his jaw flexed when someone questioned his authority.

But on those days, you made sure his meal was waiting. You touched his arm briefly before a ritual. You whispered, You are enough, once, just before he walked onto the central platform.

He didn’t say anything.

But he took your hand in his when the chants began.

One night, a storm blew hard over the outer reef. Warriors were dispatched to anchor structures and bring in supplies from drifting platforms. Tonowari returned soaked to the bone, bleeding from a coral scrape on his thigh, his hair plastered to his face.

You were waiting.

You didn’t ask. You simply pulled him into your platform hut, dried his arms, and dressed the wound in silence.

He watched you the whole time.

Finally, his voice cracked the quiet. “I do not deserve this from you.”

You tied the last knot in the bandage. “Why not?”

“I doubted you.”

You met his eyes. “You’re not the only one who has.”

“But I was the one who mattered.”

He exhaled sharply. Reached for your wrist stopped. Then, slowly, he brushed your fingers with his.

“I see you,” he whispered.

You froze.

But your heart leapt. Because it wasn’t the formal greeting, the rote phrase of ceremony.

It was real. Raw. His voice broke on the words.

“I see you,” he said again, this time steadier.

You curled your fingers into his. “I’ve seen you every day, Tonowari.”

He bent his forehead to yours.

And for once, there was no sea between you.

Tonowari didn’t kiss you that night.

But something in the air shifted between you. A thick, unseen thing. Like the pause between waves soft, expectant.

After that storm, he no longer hovered near you like someone fulfilling a duty. He sought you. Sought your presence, your thoughts, your quiet eyes.

And for the first time, he gave in return.

It began with a cloak.

You’d woven him many garments before shawls, wrist wraps, satchels. But he’d never made you anything. Not because he was selfish. Because he didn’t know how.

So when he approached you holding a seafoam-colored wrap, edges uneven and clearly stitched by someone still learning, you nearly dropped the basket of dried herbs in your arms.

“I wanted you to have this,” he said, voice low and careful. “You get cold when the wind shifts.”

You took it with trembling fingers. The fabric was rough in places, but warm. It smelled like reef and him.

You pressed it to your cheek.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “This means more than you know.”

His throat bobbed with an unspoken word. But he only nodded and walked away.

That night, you slept wrapped in it.

Time passed gently.

Tonowari began joining you during morning meditations. Once, he helped you carry herbal satchels to the tidepool children. Another time, he braided your hair while you rested from a long healing ceremony, his fingers slow and reverent.

He didn’t speak much. But when he did, his words lingered like whale songs low and warm, felt more in the chest than the ears.

You began to laugh with him. To smile more openly. To touch his wrist when he looked tired, and not worry he would flinch.

And in turn, he looked at you like you were no longer just the Tsahik who was chosen for him

But the woman he would’ve chosen himself.

The clan noticed.

No one dared say anything too directly, but you heard it in their tones.

“Did you see how Tonowari looked at her today?”

“They speak without words now.”

“She softened him.”

And perhaps you had. But more truthfully, he’d let himself be softened. Like sea rock worn down not by force but by constancy.

One afternoon, while helping a young diver with her first healing session, you felt a presence at your back.

You turned and Tonowari was watching.

He hadn’t interrupted. Just waited.

When the child left with her parents, Tonowari came closer.

“You are gentle with them,” he said. “Even when they are frightened.”

You smiled. “They are still learning.”

He nodded. “So was I.”

Your eyes met. His meaning sank into your bones.

So was I.

That night, he kissed you.

It wasn’t planned. There was no ceremony, no prelude.

You had just returned from a healing outpost on the far reef. Exhausted, muscles sore, your hands still dyed with leaf pigments.

You climbed the platform where he stood, waiting.

“I heard you returned late,” he said. “I was worried.”

You looked up at him, too tired to speak, too full of love to hide.

And he kissed you.

Not hard. Not fast. Just sure.

The kind of kiss that said, I am no longer afraid.

Your hands curled into his waist wrap. His cupped your jaw like something fragile and sacred.

And when he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered:

“You were never a duty.”

You cried. A little. Quietly.

He held you through it.

From that day on, the world softened around you.

There was still war. Still storms. Still hard days. But now there was him. And he was no longer just someone you loved in secret.

He was someone who loved you back.

It bloomed slowly like everything between you had.

Tonowari was not loud in love. He didn’t make speeches or shout his feelings across the village. But you felt it in every gesture.

In the way he warmed your meal when you came home late.

In the way he carved a small water dish for your pet ilusa.

In the way he waited for you each night, only sleeping once he knew you were safe beside him.

He whispered I see you against your shoulder when the stars were high. You whispered I see you back, with hands curled over his heart.

One morning, you woke to find him gone from your sleeping mat.

He’d left something in your hands woven cloth, carefully folded. A ceremonial sash.

You opened it and gasped softly.

It bore the mark of Tsahik but also, stitched beside it, the symbol for mate.

Tonowari had made it himself.

He’d been learning in secret from the elder weavers. Practicing when you were away. You could see the imperfections, but you could also see the care. The patience. The intention.

When he returned, salt still in his hair from a dawn swim, you rushed to him.

You didn’t speak. Just held him.

He murmured, “I want you beside me. As my mate. As my equal. As the woman I love.”

You said yes before he could finish the sentence.

The Metkayina clan gathered at the edge of the reef beneath the setting sun. The tide was low, the sand damp and warm under your bare feet, and the sky was streaked in soft rose and gold.

The waters whispered to the shore, carrying gifts of foam and fragments of coral. And before the entire clan before Eywa, before the Great Mother’s sacred eye you and Tonowari stood across from one another.

He wore the ceremonial paint of Olo’eyktan, freshly renewed, but this time his chest bore something else: a small spiral inked above his heart. It matched your own. A symbol of the tide’s endless return.

You had drawn it for each other the night before. With his hand steadying your wrist. With yours trembling when you painted his.

Tsahik, his mother, stood between you, her voice strong, clear.

“Eywa hears all hearts. She knows when love is chosen, and when it is earned. She watches over those who walk beside one another not only in duty, but in truth.”

Her eyes met yours.

“You have walked this path with patience. With grace.”

Then she turned to Tonowari.

“And you, my son, have found what it means to love not from pride, but from seeing.”

You felt his fingers brush yours.

The final chant began. The clan joined in, their hum rising like a rising tide, resonant and deep. And when it faded, the old Tsahik stepped back.

Now it was your moment.

You and Tonowari stepped forward.

And he spoke first.

“I once believed you were chosen for me. That I had no choice,” he said, voice firm and low, carrying across the water. “But I was wrong. I see now that Eywa did not trap me. She gifted me someone I was too blind to understand. And now, I choose you. Not because I must but because I cannot imagine a single day without your hand in mine.”

The clan was silent. The reef wind stilled.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “And I choose you,” you said, voice shaking. “Because even when you did not see me, I loved you. And now that you do there is no end to that love.”

His hands took yours.

Foreheads pressed.

And the wave rolled in behind you both, warm and gentle, lapping over your feet like Eywa’s blessing.

The clan cheered.

But all you could hear was the sound of his breath against your cheek, and the quiet, precious words that followed:

“You are my home now.”

Your joining was not grand, not ostentatious.

But it was true.

And in the days that followed, you found a rhythm in your lives that was soft and sure.

You slept together now, wrapped in the same woven cloths, his heartbeat under your ear at night.

He kissed your temple every morning before diving. You left small offerings fruit, polished shell, ocean stones by his weapons rack.

He brought you shells that looked like stars. You sang to him while brushing the salt from his braids.

Once, he surprised you by carving a small talon flute one you’d told him you used to play as a child, long ago. He had asked no questions then. But weeks later, the gift arrived on your mat, smoothed and tuned.

“I remember everything about you,” he said, brushing his fingers over your knuckles.

And he did.

Every day, Tonowari showed you that love did not have to roar to be strong. It could be steady. It could be patient. It could be quiet and still move the world.

You found joy in mundane things.

Helping children mend their fishing nets. Dancing in the tide pools when no one was looking. Singing while preparing salves.

Tonowari watched you in those moments like you were a prayer answered.

He laughed more now. Full, open. A sound you rarely heard before.

When the other clan leaders visited and commented on how much more grounded he seemed, he only said, “I have someone who reminds me what matters.”

One evening, after a long training day, you found him half-asleep on your shared mat, shoulders sore from leading dives.

You sat beside him, fingers working the tightness from his muscles, humming gently.

“You work too hard,” you said softly.

He cracked one eye open. “I work to make you proud.”

You leaned down and kissed his temple. “You make me proud when you rest, too.”

He smiled, slow and sleepy, and reached for your hand.

“Then stay,” he murmured.

You curled into his side, his breath deepening as sleep overtook him.

And for a long time, you simply lay there, the reef winds outside your home, the warmth of his body against yours.

A life not of ceremony or status.

But of belonging.

Of quiet, sacred love.

The seasons turned gently after your bonding.

Not with fanfare or sudden change but with the subtle certainty of the tide. The reef warmed. The young ones grew bolder in the water. Storms came and went, leaving the coral stronger in their wake.

And so did your life with Tonowari.

You became Tsahik not all at once, but gradually. The old Tsahik never stepped aside abruptly; she guided you, corrected you when needed, and most importantly trusted you. You learned to read the currents not just of the sea, but of people. To feel when a child’s fear was deeper than scraped skin. When a warrior’s anger hid grief. When silence meant more than words.

Tonowari watched you step into the role with a kind of reverence that still startled you.

He never interrupted your rituals. Never spoke over you in council. And when others questioned your decisions, he did not defend you loudly.

He simply said, “She knows what she is doing.”

And that was enough.

You learned, over time, that Tonowari carried guilt like a second spine.

Sometimes it came out in quiet ways how he lingered in doorways watching you work, how he reached for you at night as if afraid you might vanish, how he would grow unusually silent during celebrations meant to honor you.

One evening, after a long council meeting, you found him standing alone at the edge of the water, staring out into the dark sea.

“You’re carrying something,” you said gently, coming to stand beside him.

He exhaled slowly. “I think about how close I came to losing you.”

You frowned. “You never lost me.”

He turned to you then, eyes dark and honest. “I almost did. When I thought you were something you were not. When I let my pride speak louder than my heart.”

You reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “But you learned.”

“Yes,” he said. “Because you taught me. Without demanding anything in return.”

He lowered his forehead to yours. “I will spend my life being worthy of that.”

You smiled softly. “Then spend it with me.”

The first time a child ran to you instead of the elders for comfort, something settled in your chest.

The first time a wounded warrior thanked you with tears in his eyes, you understood the weight of your calling.

And the first time Tonowari introduced you to visiting clan leaders as my mate, my Tsahik, you realized how far he had come.

He was proud of you not because of your title, but because of who you were.

Your home filled with small rituals.

Morning swims together before the village woke. Shared meals eaten cross-legged on woven mats. Quiet conversations before sleep sometimes deep, sometimes silly, sometimes nothing at all.

Tonowari learned the rhythms of you the same way you had learned him.

He noticed when you needed solitude and guarded it fiercely. When you were overwhelmed, he pressed his forehead to yours and breathed with you until the world slowed.

Once, during a particularly heavy season, you broke down quietly while preparing herbs hands shaking, tears slipping free.

You hadn’t meant for him to see.

But he did.

He took the bowl from your hands, set it aside, and pulled you into his chest without a word. Held you while you cried. Kissed your hair. Stayed until the storm passed.

Later, you whispered, “I’m supposed to be strong.”

He answered, without hesitation, “You are. And strong people are allowed to rest.”

Years later, children sat at your feet during evening fires, wide-eyed as you told stories of the reef and the Great Mother.

They loved Tonowari’s stories best the ones where he pretended to be fierce but always smiled too soon.

And when one small child asked, “Tsahik, how did you and Olo’eyktan fall in love?” the whole circle leaned in.

You glanced at Tonowari.

He raised a brow, amused. “Tell them.”

You smiled. “It wasn’t loud. Or fast. It didn’t arrive like a storm.”

You reached for his hand.

“It came like the tide. Slowly. Patiently. Again and again. Until we realized it had always been there.”

Tonowari squeezed your fingers.

“And I was a fool,” he added, “for not seeing it sooner.”

Laughter rippled through the group.

But when the fire burned low and the children drifted off to sleep, he pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered, “Thank you for waiting for me.”

You answered softly, “I would do it all again.”

On the night you fully assumed the role of Tsahik, the sea was impossibly calm.

The old Tsahik placed her hands over yours, eyes warm with pride. “You were always meant for this,” she said.

Later, when the ceremony ended and the village quieted, you stood alone at the water’s edge.

Tonowari joined you, slipping his arm around your waist.

“I was wrong about many things,” he said quietly.

You tilted your head. “And right about one.”

He smiled. “Choosing you.”

You leaned into him, watching the moonlight ripple across the reef.

And there beneath Eywa’s stars, with the sea breathing steadily around you you understood something deeply, truly, finally:

Love did not need to be loud to be real.

It only needed to be seen.

And this timey

You both were.

multific

Blood Calls to Blood

Warning: injury

Summary: Stranded on a hostile planet, you and Dek survive by relying on instinct, trust, and silent understanding.

The planet is not meant for you.

The air is thinner than Earth’s, sharp in your lungs with every breath, tasting faintly metallic on your tongue.

The ground beneath your boots is cracked and blackened, split by old impact scars and creeping veins of heat that pulse like something alive. Nothing here grows gently. Everything survives by force.

Alpha Izuku X Omega Shinsou

Thankfully, Shinsou didn't have to experience the full brunt of being in an abusive home with two alpha parents. His parents were not happy to have an Omegan son, and they made it known not to allow him to nest, not letting him fall into his instincts. It got worse when his quirk developed at four years old, and they kept muzzling him. It was so annoying, and he was scared all the time. When he was six years old, he was found by a young Aizawa and Hizashi, who were already a mated pair, and they took him in. His parents gave no fuss about it, handing him over with no qualms, which hurt a lot, but he never looked back since then. He grew up in a loving home, calling the hero Eraserhead his mom and hero Present Mic his dad, and three cats. He was allowed to talk, eat, make noise, cry, and have a nest. They gave him stuff with their scent, and they weren't mean. It was the best thing in the world. Surprisingly, about six months after he was adopted, they came home with a little black-haired boy with red eyes and shark-like teeth. Judging by his smell, he was an Omega as well.

"I know we talked about adopting another child...."

"I think having another kid for Toshi would be perfect. They're both Omegas, so they'll bond over that as well."

That was when Hitoshi met Ejirou, and he was now his brother. He loved having a brother, especially one who was an Omega like him. Together, they grew up unapologetically themselves and protected each other in elementary and middle school. Thankfully, they went to schools that took harassment very seriously, so whenever Alpha's got too pig-headed, the teachers or other students would put an end to it quickly. It made them both feel safe, and Hitoshi felt like he could be himself. Of course, he had to deal with kids calling his quirk villainous, but his family and two teachers always believed in him, so it was more than enough. The two of them decided to apply for U.A training together as well as with their parents. Came exam day, and the two of them took the practical and the written portion. Shinsou had his own capture weapon since he knew the exam was unfair towards non-physical quirks. Fast forward two weeks, and the two of them got their letters in the mail, only to celebrate that both of them got into the heroics department. Hitoshi definitely thought he was going to get into the General Studies department, but this was luck. He was going to make his family proud.

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The first day of classes, and he knew he was fucked. Not only did he find the cutest Alpha in the world, but his mom thought it would be an amazing day to scare the shit out of everyone to do their best or else face expulsion. He and Ejirou knew it was bullshit, but no one else did, if the influx of hormones was any sign of that. Thankfully, his mom took no one's shit and silenced them all with his quirk and a growl. Fast forward to the end, and he exposed it was a test that upset a lot and relieved a few. The day continued with him watching the green-haired Alpha scamper away from the loud blond Alpha. He rolled his eyes to look over at Ejirou, who was looking at the loud blonde one. Great. They were both fucked. Mom's number one rule was no loud blondes. At the end of the day, on their way home, he walked with Ejiro to talk with him about their predicament.

"You know me, and you are both in trouble, right?" At least he didn't pretend to be innocent. He looked behind and to the side to make sure they were alone. Hitoshi grabbed his hand like he always did. It's a habit that the two of them developed as kids, and it just never broke.

"Judging by the way you were staring at Izuku, and I was staring at Katsuki? Yeah, we are both in trouble." The two of them shared a laugh, continuing their conversation until they got to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for their parents. They agreed to grab it while their parents went home to get ahead on an early dinner. The two of them stayed glued together, playing and shopping at the same time. They paid for the stuff and walked home in comfortable silence, linking pinkies. It was a safety thing and comfort as well. The two of them got home in one piece, greeting their parents.

"Hey, guys! Did you get the stuff?" Hitoshi nodded his head, handing the bags over as Eji ran to the bathroom. No one at school knew that their teachers were their parents or that they were brothers. It would come out eventually, the brother thing, but their parents being their teachers would stay a secret for as long as possible. He gave his dad and mom a kiss and a hug before heading to the second bathroom, giving the cat's attention as well on his way. The rest of the day went by smoothly as the two of them ate, talked for a while, and did their homework. Hitoshi had insomnia, so he had a regimen of sleepy time tea, 50mg melatonin to help, and 9/10 it worked. The rare times it didn't, he would just sleep between his parents. He still sleeps with them or Eji when he can't sleep or if he feels like it. There was fluffy stuff all over the house in all the rooms, considering 3 of the 4 people who lived here were Omegas. Hizashi was the only Alpha who took care of all of them. Whenever their mom went through a heat, they would stay with Aunt Nem until it was over. They didn't mind because his heat could trigger theirs to come early, which can be very painful. The rest of the day went by pretty fast.

"Are we going to tell them?" Hitoshi shook his head at Eji, ain't no way in hell he was going to tell them. Not yet anyway.

"Let's wait a few months, yeah? Make sure it's not just because they're pretty." Both of them agreed on that, but they didn't expect all the shit that happened to happen. They didn't expect the USJ attack, and for them to almost lose their mom. That's when everyone found out Aizawa was their mom and that he was an Omega. They didn't mean to out him like that, but they were frightened. Then, to make things worse, about two months later, the Kamino Ward Incident happened when the LOV attacked us at the camp, and Bakugo ended up kidnapped. It was horrible, and somehow Hitoshi ended up going with Kirishima, Izuku, Todoroki, Momo, and Iida to save said Bakugo. Their parents were not happy, both scared and angry, understandably. That was only 3 months, and between the beginning of the year and now, the class had already begun to form as a pack. It was so strange to see a bunch of students decide to become a pack, but it couldn't be helped. Once again, he and Izuku got a lot closer since then, especially after finding out that Aizawa was his mom. He will admit he was drowning under the attention Izuku gave him, but he couldn't have it all. Ochako and Shoto made sure to have his attention most of the time, which irritated him.

"Is it me, or every time you come around, Izuku, Ochako, and Shoto always flank him?" Oh, thank God he wasn't going crazy or letting his hormones convince him of something that wasn't happening.

"You have no idea what a big relief that was for you to say." He was leaning completely on Eji. He might as well be in his lap at this point, like he somehow always ended up doing back at home. He always wondered where he would have been if his parents had never gotten him, and never bothered to help him.

"Stop thinking about the past. I can smell the change in your scent." Hitoshi reeled it back in, looking at Eji sheepishly. He and Eji were the same height at '5"7, but he was more lanky and soft, whereas Eji had muscles but a soft tummy. The Omegan genes were disrespectful.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop, but I have noticed that Ochako and Shoto make sure to always be there when Izuku comes to talk to me. It's annoying, really, especially when I'm trying to have a private conversation." Eji nodded as the two of them took up the loveseat in the common room like they always do. "How's it going with Katsuki?" They both were whispering, not wanting other people to hear their conversation. Eji was excitable and loud, but he could be quiet when he wanted to be.

"Surprisingly well, he's loud and obnoxious, but it's just a front. I know he's a nice guy beneath all of that." He had nothing to say to that. If anyone could tame a beast, it was going to be Eji Sunshine Kirishima. The two of them talked a bit more, scenting each other lightly since it was the weekend. They did most of their homework, but they each left some of it as an excuse. Kirishima wanted a one-on-one session with Bakugo, and he was working on getting it, but Mina and Denki kept getting in the way. For Hitoshi, it was Ochako and Shoto.

"How are things going with Mina and Denki?" Mina was an Alpha who had her eyes on Eiji since middle school. Kirishima saw her more as a close best friend.

"The same way things are going with Ochako and Shoto." Touche. They both were being cock-blocked.

"Why can't we just get what we want? Why must things always be in our way? Life was unfair, and both of them knew that answer. They said nothing else about the situation, opting to talk about the TV show they saw and sharing memes and videos. It was like this for half an hour until Eji was taken away by Bakugo, ushering him to his room before 'raccoon eyes' saw them. Hitoshi winked at Eji behind Katsuki's back. He hoped he had good luck. They would make a really cute couple. He looked around the common room, considering who he might cuddle with when he caught the attention of Izuku. He blinked and froze for a second before smiling and waving. He looked around and didn't see his two lackeys with him. Maybe he was given a chance?

"Hey, Toshi-kun!" He couldn't even fight the smile if he wanted to. Hearing the endearing nickname gave him butterflies and a warm feeling in his chest. God, he had it bad for him. "How are you? Do you have time for that study session? I-if you want that is-" His scent was tinged with nervousness, but Hitoshi will be damned. He grabbed Izuku and made a beeline for his dorm. He was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Your two bodyguards don't mind me borrowing you, right?" He didn't mean for it to come out as bitter as it did. Hopefully, he didn't notice. He watched the boy blink before looking to the side.

"Well, I may or may not have told them I was going to spar with Kacchan." Hitoshi blinked, surprised. Clearly, this was to keep their friends off their backs for some time. "So, you have nothing to worry about." He smiled gently with all his teeth, which made Hitoshi's heart flutter and pound at the same time. Hitoshi almost lost his resolve when trying to open his dorm. Once inside, he made a beeline for his nest, gesturing towards his bean bag chair for Izuku.

"You can sit there if you like." Izuku hesitated, shifting from foot to foot before entering and closing the door, locking it. Hitoshi tried not to think too much about those implications. Izuku took off his slippers and sat comfortably on the bean bag chair while Hitoshi took the time to look him over. He was gorgeous. At first glance, you couldn't tell, but he was rather muscular and stocky. His stretch marks from the muscle growth had him drooling, and his scent. His scent was so alluring. He smelled like Green tea and nutmeg. It was such a weird scent, but it brought Hitoshi so much comfort.

"Toshi-kun?" He jolted, realizing he was staring. Damn. Not wanting to make a fool of himself, he sat up and grabbed the TV remote to turn on a random show. "I thought we wanted to study." Hitoshi was frustrated. He didn't want to study; he wanted quality time.

"I didn't want to study, I wanted to spend time with you by yourself." He was definitely being pouty, and he thanked God he had his hoodie to cover his face and blanket as well. Izuku blinked and blushed as realization dawned on him. Something must have transpired in his brain because his face set into determination as he got up and loomed over Hitoshi at the edge of the bed.

"Can I come in?" Hitoshi blinked, not sure if he heard him right. "Your nest. Am I allowed to come into your nest?" Hitoshi felt his mouth dry as he looked at him in shock. He couldn't believe his luck. Not trusting his voice, he nodded, watching as Izuku took a breath, climbed gently over him, and lay down behind him. It was quiet for a minute and a little awkward until Izuku grabbed Hitoshi around the waist and pulled him flush against him. Hitoshi's heart was pounding a mile a minute, but his happy scent of lavender permeated the air. He even let out a purr. "I see I made the right decision." Hitoshi didn't even bother to answer. He grabbed Izuku's arm, holding it as he purred louder. They can talk later, right now, he was enjoying having Izuku so close to him in his comfort zone.

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ghosthorse-tracks

Lesser-known steps of the writing process:

Finding all the paragraphs where you used some hyper-specific word more than once

Rearranging paragraphs that you swear you wrote in the right order but turned out to be totally backwards

Going for a walk, coming up with the perfect line, and forgetting it as soon as you get home and open your laptop

Creating a separate document where you can dump all of those nice sentences that no longer fit in anywhere

Waking up in a cold sweat because so-and-so was supposed to be barefoot but never actually took his shoes off

allthingswhumpyandangsty

multific

The Enforcer’s Claim

Summary: Taken by the Yautja at twenty years old, you have spent years working quietly as a maid within the household of an honoured hunter. Your days are spent caring for the home and its younglings. Life is controlled but predictable. That changes the moment Vorkath’ren, the clan’s feared Enforcer, returns from a hunt.

You woke before the suns rose, as you always did.

The house was still and cool, the walls humming with the noise of Yautja technology that you had learned to live beside.

You gathered water, prepared food for the younglings, and tidied the common room before the first of them padded sleepily into the halls.

The children of the clan always found you amusing. You were small to them, soft, and fragile.

They adored you for it.

latehere

back to business with some good ol alien

neon-junkie

this is blunt as fuck, but i mean it with all my heart. write whatever the fuck you want. write about whatever ships/character you enjoy. write whatever tropes you love the most. write for comfort. write for pleasure. write for pain. write what you want, not what others want to read. if they want fics so badly, they can write it themselves

the-forest-library

“You should be at the club.” No, I should be at the scholastic book fair.

theunfortunate-author

saw an ao3 author apologize for taking their fic way too seriously.

um…what???

i fear…that is the point???

t-dogtheterminator-deactivated2

Bound by Beads and Feathers

Tsu’Tey x femreader

Note: pt2. inspired by this post by @makoodles. MDNI!

The Omatikaya had long since grown accustomed to my presence. I no longer felt the weight of wary stares or the hesitation in shared glances. Now, when I walked through Hometree, voices greeted me, hands reached to guide me, and laughter echoed in my ears. They had accepted me, a daughter of another clan, into their midst.

Even Tsu’Tey.

Especially Tus’Tey.

He had been distant at first—watchful, assessing, always carrying himself with the quiet authority of a warrior. But now, his presence followed me like a shadow. He was always near: guiding my steps during ceremonies, placing food in my hands before I could reach for it, bringing me the finest cuts of meat from his kills. I thought it was kindness, the generosity of a leader to an outsider.

I was wrong.

Alpha Shoji x Omega Sero

A/N: Head empty, thoughts filled with omega sero getting attention

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Sero had always felt that he wasn't the most...desirable or ideal omega. First of all, from first glance he didn't have any Omegan features unless you saw him naked. He was lanky for sure, but the lack of ability to build muscle like Kirishima, Bakugo, Midoriya and a few others left him with a sour taste in his mouth and was proof of his secondary gender. With all the swinging he did with his quirk the most he got was lean and, that was just disrespectful. He wasn't loud and boisterous either plus, his scent was a dead give away of what he was when he didn't have scent patches on. It just wasn't fair and, most days it didn't bother him but, sometimes it did. He had to watch Bakugo get with Kirishima, Midoriya and Shoto, Tokoyami and Tsuyu, Mina and Denki, Ochako and Iida, Ojiro with Toru, Momo and Jirou, it was just ugh. It bothered him that he was the only single one in his group and they literally started their third year today. Over the summer he spent his whole internship surprisingly with Shoji, Koda, Sato and a few others from 1-B stating some bullshit excuse he couldn't even remember. All he knows is he spent 2 months with Shoji on the literal other end of Japan - which was like 9 hours away or 10- and he had to prevent his-self from jumping him. Not only did the already gentle giant grow from '6"2 to '6"8 -like who needs all of that height- he was strong and the biggest sweetheart he knows to ever exist. When Sero went into heat, not only did he buy him supplies and snacks, he made sure he was in a room with no windows and he slept outside the door to assure no one else tried to get to him. One foreign Alpha tried it - he was big himself well over 6 feet- and the moment Shoji stood? He high-tailed it out of there. He went through heat twice and Shoji was just as kind during both of them and when Sero asked for hugs? He received them until he fell asleep and he found himself back in his makeshift nest smelling like Shoji which calmed him down a lot. During those two months he was always with shoji and got to know the quiet gentle giant even more. More than anyone in the class really besides maybe Tokoyami and Koda. That was besides the point though. The point was that he had the biggest crush on Shoji and he didn't know what to do or how it act.

"sero-kun! Come join us over here!" Sero looked over at Toru who was waving her sleeves around violently. He got the hint. He grabbed his comfort blanket and went to the couch where surprisingly Ojiro, Shoji and Tokoyami were. He froze up a bit but forced himself to breath and to keep on going. They normally kept to themselves but, today they decided to stay here. At least they weren't like the bakusquad and wave around their pheromones to assert dominance or whatever the fuck.

"What are you guys doing anyway?" He got comfortable in the corner of the couch wrapping himself like a cocoon. He forced his eyes to focus on the T.V instead of the person of his affections on the other end of the couch.

"We finally got a chance to play without your friends hogging the TV" He huffed not denying the statement. They were hoggers. He looked over at a tap and was face to face with Dark Shadow.

"Hi Dark Shadow." He pet the quirk giggling at the way he purred under the attention

"Behave yourself Dark Shadow." Sero laughed as Dark Shadow started bickering with Tokoyami. His eyes wandered landing on Shoji. Sero waved shyly at the tall boy who waved back with a smile. His heart did a swan dive and then swooped right back up into his heart. He had it so bad for him it wasn't even funny. If he wasn't careful he was going to start scenting the air.

"You smell good Sero-kun!" Sero jumped at how close Toru was and -oh shit she smells him. Was he scenting the air? Did he do it? He did a tentative sniff to the air and un-surprisingly his scent was permeating the air. Now it was going to be tinged with embarrassment. Great. Maybe he should go.

"T-thank you Toru." He buried deeper in the blankets wanting to run and hide but, he couldn't because he will have to pass everyone including Shoji and he had no nerves whatsoever. He tried to focus back on the TV on the call of duty game they were playing. Dark Shadow was a great spokesman as he voiced all the actions and was rooting for everyone. Then, of course, Tokoyami and Dark Shadow started bickering again. Maybe now, Sero can escape? Or at least move from his position without bringing attention to his-self. He sat up and scooted over on the couch to an empty space that had all of his attention. Maybe if he was a little more aware and, not so caught up in his head he would have noticed that he was currently moving across Shoji's lap. The only reason he noticed was the slight cough. He froze all the way up slowly looking up at a amused and blushing Shoji

"Comfy?" He didn't seem upset about the position but, Sero was panicking and his scent permeated the air. He couldn't think straight and was mortified that he was unintentionally brave. Shit. Where this bravery come from? This was reserved for hero work only.

"U-uh, u-um" He looked to see the others weren't really paying them no mind. "I don't know where this bravery came from, but it's out of pocket. I'm sorry." He squeaked it all out in one voice and hurried his ass away from Shoji straight to his dorm room where he can panic in peace cause he was not ready to face Shoji again at the moment. Shoji watched as Sero scampered away to hide before turning to a cough

"I think us being here made him more nervous than anything." Toko was the voice of reason,, his best friend.

"I don't know..." He looked longingly in the direction that Hanta had gone and was trying to decide if he should go after him or let him be to calm down. He really liked him, always did but the summer internship solidified his crush and he will be damned if another Alpha tried to come in and swoop him from under his feet. He saw the subtle way Hitoshi would flirt with him, unless Shoji was getting ahead of his-self cause of his crush. Maybe. Maybe not. It was better safe than sorry.

"You said the two of you got really close during the internship right?" He looked at Dark Shadow who decided to join the conversation. "Then you shouldn't have no problem talking with him or even being in his space!" He thought about it and they did have a point. He helped him through two heats- nothing sexual just cuddling and scenting things from him- and he found out a lot about each other's family life. Sero during his heat saw his face without a mask and said he looked pretty and shouldn't wear a mask. He chalked it up to the heat talking but, it never stopped him from thinking about it. The way he felt so perfect in his arms as he cradled him to his chest, and the way he smelled was of baked pastries. Shoji thought he was perfect but, his shyness despite his secondary gender prevented him from ever making a proper move. He had to change that. He needed to build up the courage or go head on in it. He was going to ask Sero to be his properly. He will traditionally do the courting if that's what he will like but, he needs and wants Hanta to be his. It's about time he puts himself first and go for what he wants.

"I'm going." Toko nodded in that pleased manner and Dark Shadow squawked wrapping itself around Shoji in a comforting hug

"I don't know what you told yourself but, you got this! I promise nothing bad is not going to happen you guys would be so cute together!" Dark Shadow receded back into Toko and with a newfound confidence he got up and marched his way to the stairs not willing to slow down because he knows he will not go through with checking up on Sero, Hanta, if he stops. One foot in front of the other, keep going straight, calm your hormones, release soft calming and comforting pheromones only. Shoji was normally a level-headed individual, always had control of his emotions but, he had to prep himself since he was nervous about all of this. What if Sero rejected him? He was used to being disliked, scared of and whatever else, he was used to it but, it never hurt any less. Too busy in his musings he didn't notice he was standing in front of Hanta's door until he almost crashed into it. Shit. He heard him on the other side of the door so tentatively he knocked listening to the shuffling before the door slowly opened. He peered down to see Hanta looking back up at him.

Hanta was panicking slightly, just a bit. He didn't expect Shoji to actually be here in front of his door but here he is in all of his '6"8 glory taking up the entire doorway. Damn he actually had to duck to get in. "Not that I don't love your company but, um, what are you doing here?" Hanta was shocked that he didn't stutter and his voice sounded pretty clear. He watched as Shoji looked around before clearing his throat

"May I come in?" Hanta didn't see why not so he moved back leaving the door open for Shoji. He watched as he came in and gently closed the door behind him and now it was a bit awkward, or was it? "I'm sorry if I make you nervous." He was apologizing! For what? He didn't even say or do anything wrong! He scented the air and smelled burnt pastries. Shit, he was giving Shoji the wrong idea, he got to fix it

"NO! No, no, you don't make me uncomfortable at all. I trust you the most actually out of anyone in this class. You helped me a lot during our internship and you were so sweet, and kind and just ugh so perfect. You are actually really pretty too, I don't know why you wear a mask, but I can understand maybe people aren't kind but, I think you are really pretty." He was straight babbling getting redder by the moment but his scent was the opposite. It was the sweetest it's ever been and even he heard Shoji take a healthy whiff. Ah shit, the cat is out the bag now. "I-I-I guess y-you can u-understand t-t-that I, uh, like you, you know like the whole courting- but only if you want-" His babbling was cut off by Shoji grabbing him with four of his arms and hugging him close. He was confused as hell but, hugged regardless because who wouldn't.

"I'm not great at words...but um, I would love to date you... You know the whole traditional courtship, dating thing...If you would like." Shoji's voice was a soft baritone that brought a shiver down his spine. Now who would deny that.

"I would most definitely like it." This might be a little bit of a rough ride but, he knows it'll be worth it at the end.

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Akaza X Reader Smut

A/N: I'm going to start posting my smut I wrote from my Demon pets story that you could find on wattpad under destiny_x17 and AO# under destiny_will_domo

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You were confident that the rest of your family heard or at the very least know that you have engaged in frivolous activities with Muzan and Kokushibo. Honestly, you would rate the experience 10 out of 10, and you will most definitely be doing it again with both of them. You had a feeling that Kaza was definitely a little jealous, but he would not show it. You feel that none of them should be feeling jealous because you have no problem having sex with the rest of them, you will not be initiating it the first time because you wish for them to come to you so that you can be sure that that is what they want and it does not seem like you are forcing yourself on them. This is not something that you should be thinking about right now. At the moment, Kaza was trying to get your attention to hang out with him.

"Y/N please come with me, it's been so long since me, and you have been together alone. I miss you." He was giving you the puppy dog-eyed look, and you swear everyone in this castle knew the right things to say to you, so you will fold. That is beside the point that you love all of them.

" Lead the way, my love." He smiled big at you and grabbed your hand walking down the hallway to who knows where. You have gotten used to not being told what is going on so you are just going with the flow. You guys went down numerous hallways and went through a couple of doors until you got to what looked like one of the smaller libraries, but he kept walking with a mission in mind.

" Remember when I and you were on a date, and we were painting and watching a movie, but it got interrupted because of the surprise?" You wrecked your brain for a minute, trying to think of what he was talking about, and then it hit you. It was the day that they drew the party at the top, and that horrible hoard of demons attacked you guys. You quickly shook your head, yes to answer the question while simultaneously trying to get rid of those mental images of you bleeding in your family fighting a whole bunch of feral beasts. " Good because I wish to finish our date now that we have more time to be together." You smiled at him as he continued to take the two of you to the room where, once you went inside, he locked the door behind you. You were excited to spend time with your Kaza after all.

"Do you have a movie in mind?" You watched as he nodded at you, and he went to the projector, or the computer really, to play a movie that the two of you have seen numerous times.

"I know we have seen this movie already, but I thought it would be good background noise for when we are talking or painting or doing whatever." You were not silly and had an idea of what he might be planning, but you will not jump the gun, nor make the first move because you made a promise that for their first time having sex with you, you will not start it. You wanted them to be comfortable enough with you to start it first. All of the other times that will follow are different stories.

"I have no issue with that. I enjoy being in your company after all, regardless of what we may or may not do." You took the initiative to sit down on the sheets and comforters he had in a makeshift bed on the floor. It was definitely fluffier and more comfortable than when you guys were first here, which meant that he had planned this return of the date.

"I am glad." He took a seat beside you, and the two of you started talking about anything and everything that came to mind. He was basically on top of you, and you love the feeling of his skin against yours you were only in a pair of shorts and a crop top since you were home, and it tended to get pretty hot in the castle due to central heating and air conditioning. It got quiet once the two of you stopped talking for a bit, and you turned to him only to see that he was already staring at you with a soft smile. "Can I kiss you?"

" Of course, you can." No more words were said as your lips touched but, this time it wasn't a peck, it wasn't a chaste kiss. He put a hand behind your head to hold you in place as he devoured your mouth. He maneuvered without breaking apart your lips to where you were on your back against the sheets and comforters as he hovered over you. He pressed his lips fervently against yours swiping his tongue along your bottom lip and asking for entrance. You opened your mouth in invitation moaning as he mapped out every tooth and massaged your tongue with his. How was he so good at this?

"My beautiful Y/N..." He pulled away licking at the string of saliva that connected your lips, leaning down to nuzzle his face in your neck before kissing and nipping knowing he was going to leave a mark. You shuddered at the feel of his hands roaming across your side before stopping at your top. He lifted his head from your neck making eye contact with you. "Can I take this off?" You nodded your head but, he shook his head softly bringing a hand up to hold your cheek "Use your words, sweetheart." You felt yourself flush squirming a bit under him.

"Yes, you can." He hummed with a smile and never broke eye contact with you as he grabbed the bottom of it and lifted it over your head and arms in one move. You were not wearing a bra so once he saw your breasts out of his peripherals that's when he looked away and in one swift movement engulfed your right boob in his mouth while his left hand pulled, twisted, and flicked the nipple of your other one softly. Low moans escaped your mouth that you didn't even bother hiding. He altered between both of them making sure to leave a hickey on each breast.

"You're so beautiful. You're so perfect for me. I love you." You were panting softly as he trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts to your stomach and stopped when he got to your shorts. You already knew what he was waiting for.

"You can take it off, Kaza. I trust you and I love you." You saw how his eyes dilated and with haste, he ripped off your shorts grabbing both of your legs to throw them over his shoulders. Before you can even breathe properly he flattened his tongue against your pussy.

"FUCK!" He didn't give you any reprieve as he focused on your clit with his tongue looking up at you making sure his tongue never left the spot. You weren't quiet at all and you found yourself humping his face but, he encouraged it. He moaned at the taste of you on his tongue, the vibrations going up your spine. Holy shit he was eating you out like you were his last meal. You almost screamed when you felt him slide in two fingers and curled them. "Kaza-AH! RIGHT THERE!" He found your G-spot faster than you thought. Fuck, he was so good at this, he was so strong as he sat straight up the angle causing his fingers to abuse your G-spot.

"There we go, baby. That's it. Enjoy yourself, I'm here to please you." He said nothing else keeping a steady pace that was bringing you to an orgasm fast. Your voice was pitching higher and faster, reaching up with one hand to grab at his hair to hold him there. His pace never faltered or sped up, it was steady and within a minute you were almost shouting grinding your pussy against his face as your orgasm took over you. "There we go baby, there goes my sweet, gorgeous Y/N. Ride it out, my love." He dragged out your orgasm with soft licks and slow plunges of his fingers before removing himself completely and taking your legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist while he massaged your calves and thighs to bring you back down from your high. You can both see and feel how hard he was. He was panting softly, hair falling from his ponytail where you had a grip, eyes dilated with a grin that mirrored yours. The two of you stared at each other before chuckling softly. "We can stop if you-" You shook your head vehemently.

"I want you...please my Kaza" You did not think it was possible for his pupils to completely overtake his eyes but, they did. With swiftness, he took off his pants giving you a chance to panic because he was huge watching as he drooled using the spit and pre-cum to lube up his cock. He leaned down grabbing your left leg to move up and rest in the crook of his elbow. You felt the head of his dick probing at your entrance.

"Look at me Y/N" You did as told noticing that he was looking at you with unabashed adoration and love. "I'll be gentle, let me know if it's too much and I'll stop." You said a soft okay as he watched your face for any signs of discomfort. You took a deep breath relaxing your muscles and feeling him slide in much easier. Once to the hilt, he stopped pressing light kisses across your face waiting for you to get adjusted. You gave an experimental thrust up feeling him meet your thrust unconsciously. He was gripping your waist tightly with his forehead pressed against yours with his jaw clenched.

"You can move. I'm okay." He opened his eyes going slow first and finding a rhythm. Once he had one he grunted sitting up a bit and angling his hips searching for something that you were about to ask him. "What-OH MY, SHIT, Kaza!" Wow, it felt like you were cumming without cumming. You were not going to last long, that's for sure.

"Look at you, my precious. Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now. My pretty flower." You knew you had to be a sight with your mouth dropped, eyes rolled back, breasts bouncing and legs wrapped around him. "Fuck, you're mine, all mine. I'll be the first one to knock a baby in you too when you're ready. You'll have my baby first." A sex demon possessed him or maybe it was the inherent breeding kink that most demons had but, he started going harder keeping the same pace. You felt yourself about to cum "Oh, you're squeezing me so tight, you wanna cum baby? Wanna cum all over my dick like the good girl I know you are? Come on my love, you can do it. Cum for me." He was rubbing rapid circles on your clit watching in awe as you screamed and squeezed him in a vice grip. "Fuck I won't last if you keep squeezing me like that." He never stopped, dragging out your high and making you scream.

"OH! MY!" That's all you were able to get out hoping he understood and by the grace of God, he did. As if he couldn't get more excited you felt his dick pulsate inside you as he slowed down a bit. He was excited about making you cum twice but, he took pity on you being a little over-stimulated.

"Shhh Y/N. Almost done. Hold on for a bit longer" He knew he wasn't going to last so he bent down, forcing your legs to your chest, pressing his lips against yours as he went hard and fast swallowing your screams with open-mouth kisses, your pleasure bringing him closer and closer to cumming.

"AKAZA!" The way you screamed his name made him hiss as he cummed deep inside you, rolling his hips forward to prolong both of your guy's pleasure. Once he was sure every drop was out, he pulled out slowly and collapsed beside you bringing you into a cuddle. The two of you caught your breath, you snuggling more into him as he chuckled a bit grabbing a thin blanket to cover both of you up. You were already half-asleep with him rubbing his hand up and down your back.

"Can't wait to hear you scream my name again."

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Jake Sully X Fem Omaticaya Reader X Male Neytiri

Prompt: "We're not just friends, and you fucking know it."

Neytiri= Nei'ko

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The last few months have been stressful for everyone, not just you. Once the sky people were driven from your home, you had many people that needed to be buried... It was harrowing and sad, and you mourned deeply having to bury friends and family, the children and the elderly... The only comfort was knowing they would be with Eywa, safe and happy.

"Y/N, we need your help over here." You were brought out of your thoughts and made your way over to the warriors carrying stuff, so you lent a hand, working effortlessly, which allowed you to get lost in your thoughts again. During this time, Jake has taken to being Olo'eyktan, dare you say, even better than Tsu'tey. He took all of the teachings to heart, and even though he was to blame for the sky people attacking, he more than made up for it. He and Nei'ko had bonded under the eyes of Eywa, who accepted their mating with open arms. You knew she would; she was not cruel and kept the balance of life.

"Start bringing the supplies to the west side where our Olo'eyktan and the warriors are." You nodded your head and grabbed a stack with a grunt. It was rather heavy, and you found yourself envious of the muscles on Jake and Nei'ko. What kind of training did they do? You found yourself blushing when your mind went in a sexual direction, so you shook your head, needing to focus on the task at hand and not your useless crush on the two. You walked along the dirt path, trying not to trip, and you made it safely to where you needed to place the supplies, dropping them with a huff. They were heavy for no reason; what kind of weapons and stuff were there?

"Thanks for the help." You turned around, smiling at Nei'ko, who smiled back tensely. He was always tense, but understandably so. He lost his father, his brother Tsu'tey, and so many friends, all while having to be Tsakarem and helping to heal the injured. He's very strong.

"No worries, Nei'ko. Since you and Jake have found this new home for us, there is much to do, and it will not be done in one day. You deserve to relax even if it's a few minutes." You stared at him as he began protesting that he was not done, so you rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist to tug him along.

"What are you-" You turned your head to squint at him and frown.

"Don't be like that. I'm taking you to Jake; I might go in my head a lot, but I've noticed how you haven't been together much. You're both freshly mated still; you must relax and be together. Don't fight me on this." You both had a stare-off, but he huffed and maneuvered his hand to hold yours instead.

"Fine, but just hold my hand instead of my wrist. You're stronger than you think." You playfully rolled your eyes but obliged as the two of you walked while conversing lightly until you saw Jake in the distance, and you picked up the pace. His ear twitched, and he turned with a smile, greeting both of you, his arm reaching out to grab Nei'ko as you let go of his hand.

"Ma Nei'ko, hi baby." You looked off to the side as they kissed, ignoring how your heart twisted at the open display of affection. You wanted to be in the middle of them. "What are you doing here? Is something the matter?" You hummed, taking that as your chance to speak.

"He has been tense, and I told him that he needs to relax and be with you. You two are mated and need to be together." Your tail waved languidly as you watched them talk with their eyes. It was always so...interesting to see. You want to be able to do that and have that close connection with them. You wanted to bond with them and feel and understand each other on a deep level that no one else would understand.

"Thank you, Y/N, for watching out for him; I think I have the perfect idea of what we could do." Jake's eyes finally left him to look at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You felt your tail wave with anxiety and excitement when he grinned at you with all his teeth. You wanted to lick them.

"What ma Jake is trying to get out is if you want to join us on a walk...I know the perfect spot." Nei'ko was staring at you with a sneaky grin that had you looking at both of them in excited confusion. Jake and Nei'ko were so similar, yet so different.

"Are you sure I will not intrude on your time together?" You really hoped you weren't because that would be just a shame. You'll take any time you can get to be with them. They looked at each other again before facing you with matching grins.

"You already know that we won't mind, or else we wouldn't have invited you." You chuckled lightly at that and nodded your head in agreement.

"That is true." You looked around at the stuff you were doing, but it could wait and be done by someone else since Jake and Nei'ko wanted you to come with them. "I don't mind going with you two. The work can be done by someone else." They nodded, and Jake wrapped an arm around Nei'ko's waist and the other around your shoulder as the three of you started talking lowly and heading out to the trees where your Ikrans were. You followed obediently, getting your Ikran, climbing on her, and flying with them for a few to an unknown destination. As you flew through the trees, letting the breeze hit your face, you were unaware of the lovestruck looks both men were giving you. Soon enough, the three of you landed on a cliff edge, and the three Ikrans disappeared behind you in the trees.

"It's beautiful, isn't it." You turned to answer Jake, but he was already in your space, crowding you. You found yourself smiling at him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands landed on your waist.

"The view or me?" You were teasing him, and your smile grew as hands landed on your hips in that tight grip you loved.

"You know who we are talking about syulang." You looked down, grinning to yourself as the two men held on to you and squished you in between their bodies. You loved this; this was all you wanted, but...it was sad that you couldn't act like this in public because neither of them had claimed you. You knew it wasn't the right time, but it still upset you.

"What are you thinking so hard about, sweetheart?" It was Jake asking this. He moved a hand to your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Talk to me, sweetie." You took a breath, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm just wondering how it would feel to be open about us...but I guess we're just friends." You looked off to the side, missing how his eyes darkened and mouth twisted in indignance. He didn't wait for you to turn him; he squeezed your waist and used his free hand to grab your face to turn to him.

"We're not just friends, and you fucking know it." You blinked, going to say something, but gasped at the feeling of teeth sinking into your shoulder. It was Nei'ko who bit you and pulled away to lick and kiss the wound he had just made. You went to scold him but hissed at the feeling of teeth sinking into your other shoulder. That was Jake! They both just marked you, and it felt...good? It felt good to be claimed.

"Friends don't hold and mark each other Y/N." You felt Nei'ko wrap a hand around your throat, forcing your head back. "Or do this." He brought his lips onto yours, swallowing your soft moans as Jake took the opportunity to leave love bites on your neck, humming every time you jolted. When they both pulled away, you were breathing heavily and confusingly aroused. This was not what you saw happening today.

"I think we've been hiding her too long ma Jake. She needs a reminder that she's wanted, and...once everything settles down, we will announce you as our third. It's not uncommon within the Omaticaya anyway." You felt your eyes widen in hope, looking at Nei'ko, smiling gently at you, his pupils enlarged.

"You mean it?" He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Of course I do." You smiled serenely at him, bringing your attention to Jake, whose eyes were wide with fondness.

"I can't wait to announce you are ours...but, first, let's make it up to you, yeah?" He didn't wait for your answer; he got it when you hugged him and moaned into the kiss. All you could think about was their hands and mouths on you as you thought about your future with them.

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