#Top of the Food Chain

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark!Naga!Gojo Satoru x reader x Dark!Naga!Geto Suguru

Top of the Food Chain

I've always wanted to continue my naga!mha fic but considering i dont write for deku+co anymore, i decided to move my au a couple fandoms over:D 1.8k wc

Part two

(Warnings: animal deaths, blood, obsession, dark content, slight gun threat but not rlly, polyamory, gender ambigious!reader) 

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Despite being here for nearly a week, you still don't think Satoru understood how delicate you are. 

He's overbearing, in that sense. Constantly poking and prodding and squeezing until your lungs give and you're forced to squeak. You can't blame him for not understanding. He's an animal, after all. Inhuman. Despite his skin and hair, the scales coating his tail give away just how different he is. He was probably born fighting, kicking, and screeching his way through the foliage, hunting, chewing, and biting. 

He's not like you when all you knew when you were younger was coddling and softness. You can see it in his scars, and bruises, and marks. 

Luckily, for you, Suguru had an inkling that you weren't made for sharp claws. 

It's not a fight, you can tell when they're fighting, it's more like a warning? A minor disagreement. Suguru hisses at the other naga, scrunching up his face, showing his teeth. Satoru is quick to respond, but a little more playful. Fortunately for you, the black-haired male seems to win the argument. Satoru's coils loosen around you. Air stops fighting its way to get into your lungs. 

You finally go lax in his hold. Satoru seems to enjoy that, dipping his head to bury his face into the base of his neck. The first few times he did that, you were afraid he was trying to bite off your jugular. Now, you think it's just another way he can soak up your body heat. 

Maybe you've been here for longer than a week. At this point, you couldn't really tell. Hope that you'd be found was starting to slowly fizzle away. The explosion had been massive. The ship had sunk in a matter of minutes. With a disaster that huge, you doubt anyone would still be looking for survivors. Especially on an uncharted island, where myth had turned into reality. 

 Satoru had been the one you'd woken up to. Washed ashore, barely conscious. You were half-certain he was planning on eating you with the way he held your leg, watching your muscles bend and turn. In his defense, he must have thought you were dead. Your shrill scream quickly convinced him otherwise. 

It was barely a fight. More or less, a pathetic kidnapping as he grabbed your body, slinging it over his shoulder. You've never remembered screaming and crying so loudly before, convinced you were about to be eaten. Suguru probably heard you before he saw you. 

Satoru's mate was a little less impressed with you. Back then, they didn't bother learning your tongue, speaking in hisses and snarls, unaware of your misery. Suguru's frown was glued on his face, but the naga never let you run away, always keeping a hand or a tail on you at all times. It was a rough first day; you didn't know they weren't interested in eating you until they tried to feed you. 

Things were much different back then Nowadays, they are a lot more considerate of yourself and your soft body. You think you've come to an understanding with these strange creatures. 

Suguru was the nicest out of the two. In that, you mean the least rough. Compared to his counterpart, he's a bit smaller, but that's not saying there's any real difference. If it comes down to it, you are more than certain he'd be able to kill you off as quickly as his mate. You thought he hated you, at first. Now, you think he has a hard time showing blatant affection. His touches typically come in the dead of night, when you're barely conscious. A clawed finger gently raking over your soft skin. Large hands sculpting your face. 

Satoru's eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. Glittering like blue sapphires. You had a feeling they weren't just for show. Time and time again he's proven that he can see better than Suguru could. He smiles a lot more, but you're starting to wonder if that expression translates across species. He can speak your tongue slightly better than Suguru could. It most likely has to do with his insistence on staying with you. The more time you spend with him, the more you have to say 'No' 'Don't touch there' 'Stop'. 

In the rare times you manage to escape their hold, you like watching them interact with each other. They often sunbathe for hours, lazing around hot rocks to soak in the heat. They like touching each other. Sometimes it's aggressive, like when Satoru chomps on Suguru's neck and you're suddenly much more aware of how careful he is with you. Other times it's: soft, unintentional, meaningless. Languid cuddling when you are finally able to braid Suguru's hair. 

At this point, you've surmised they won't eat you. At least, not for the moment. You don't exactly know what they think of you. Do they have the concept of pets in their worldview? Maybe that's the closest thing you can place yourself as, at least in their eyes. They must think you're helpless. To them, you have no claws, no fangs, no venom. They probably don't know you come from a species that's hunted others to extinction and currently burning down the planet. You must be the first time they've ever seen your kind, stripped away from your weapons, when you're the least dangerous. 

"You should be more scared of me, you know," you once whispered to Suguru in the dead of night.

He was dozing off, blearily keeping his eyes open to stare at your moving lips. There was a grunt behind you, and Satoru tightened his arms across your waist. Greedy for affection, even in his sleep.

"Humans are terrifying," you said, reaching out to touch, "top of the food chain."

Suguru had smiled at that. You found yourself smiling back.

"You're lucky I didn't have a gun on me. You probably don't even know what that is." It's dark humor to press two fingers into his forehead. Your way of coping maybe.

Or perhaps your actions prove that humans will always desire to be violent, no matter how perilous their fight may be.

"Bang." He leans into your touch, unafraid. Oblivious to the threat that you are.

You're guessing Satoru only let you go because of the food Suguru brought.

You're able to feel the ground again as he glides over to Suguru having just come back from a successful hunt. The carcass of the largest deer you've ever seen is slung across his back. The smell of blood already makes you nauseous. 

You think Suguru had been the most panicked when you refused to eat, clicking and cooing while he tried to force-feed you the bloody leg of a bear. Back then, your communication was even worse than it was now. You were smeared in crimson by the time he relented. Practically dripping in it. 

Now, Suguru knows you have different tastes than them. You're not a big fan of raw. The fish and the handful of berries are more than enough to sate you as you gather the items he's given in your hands. 

"Thank you," you say. You reach out, touching his face with warm fingers. He purrs into your touch. You smile. It's the least gratitude you can give him. After all, he's not asking for much. If they hadn't found you, you would have been dead long ago, or at least, significantly less weaker. It's the least you can do. 

For a moment, you delude yourself into thinking they were your pets. It'd certainly be easy too. They have little to no regard for personal boundaries, much like dogs. They're more animalistic than they are human. 

It's funny to think of these monsters as lovable pets.

"Thank you," Suguru repeats. You giggle. It's not like they actually understand you. It's simple mimicry. Like talking to a parrot. 

"Thank you!" Satoru chirps, never one to be left out. He pushes his mate out of the way, eager for your pets as well. Suguru hisses, but doesn't argue. You've learned they like to be scratched right there on the bottoms of their chins. 

Suguru's less obvious, but Satoru has no desire to pretend. He melts into you, practically slumping his weight into your weak hold. It's a little adorable actually. You give a little laugh. He seems even more pleased at that. 

They're fun to be around, but this can't last. You belong with other humans, far far away from this island. So far, you hadn't seen any boats in the horizon, but you hope one would come by soon. A plane would be even better. Close enough to give you hope. Maybe if you built a big enough fire, it'd reach someone eye. 

Hopefully, in just a few weeks, these creatures will be a very cherished memory. 

You frown when Satoru reaches over to grasp at your food, the meat specifically. You glare, moving away from his hold. He titters in clear disappointment. You hate seeing him sad but you already have so few food sources. It's best to conserve whatever you get. 

"No," you pointedly tell him, "It's mine. Mine." 

His frown deepens, and he opens his jaws to let his fangs pop out. 

"Mine," you repeat. 

He leans back, huffing. You laugh because you know his expression is more out of frustration than any actual anger. Again, animals. You pet his head in apology, before turning away. You'd have to start a tiny fire to start cooking. Raw fish is edible, but it's hardly desirable. 

A hand grabs yours, clawed, the grip is tight around your frail skin. When you look back, Satoru is staring at you. Eyes wide. Eager. 

"Mine," he says, but it's more like he's testing the word. Tasting it on his lips. 

You scoff, unamused. "That's my arm. Not yours." 

Satoru smiles. Sharp teeth. You suddenly remember he's a carnivore. 

He's slow when he draws you in, practically dragging you into his arms. You're used to his spontaneous hugs, tight and suffocating. You can't fight him off, so you typically wait until Suguru has enough of his behavior and drags him off you. 

"Mine," Satoru repeats. Alarm bells ring in your head but it's easy to brush them off. It's mimicry. They can't understand. It's like talking to a parrot. 

You feel the weight of the other naga at your back. His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you against Satoru's chest. You stiffen when Suguru's fangs lightly graze up your neck. Never quite punctures, but is terrifyingly close.

"Mine," Suguru says into your skin. 

You laugh again, but it comes out less hesitant. More airy. Amid their hold, a sudden thought comes to you.

If you weren't at the top of the food chain anymore, then who was?

[tenth-sentence]

Solitary heroines at the top of their business do not encourage other women just by being there.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[spitfireb1969]

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Feferi: being a predator speseas is awesome i love being full of food and lying down aboat it

[mossymandibles]

I’ve been interested since you last posted comment, how does Gen do with other kids either around her age or a bit older? Is she the type to roughhouse?

At first Gen was actually afraid to get anywhere near other kids. It was somewhat of a problem for Kraw when he was trying to help her start navigating living a somewhat normal life. He was worried she wasn’t socializing properly, especially just hanging around him and his friends. She claimed she was fine with that, thinking it made her super cool and mature. He also noticed she would get destructive or get into things more when she was bored.

Kraw felt bad, thinking she was avoiding other kids because of her short experience in the orphanage, when he dropped her off there the first go around, thinking it would hold better prospects for her (Dumbass behavior Kraw, tsk.)

There are a few kids that hang out around the docks and they often come and see Kraw when he’s at the docks, wanting to know what kind of a catch he came back with. (They like the freaky sea creatures) Kraw would sometimes give them little things like scales or bones that he found. Whenever they were there though he noticed Gen would run and hide somewhere on the boat for a while. Kraw didn’t want to force her to socialize so he just lets it slide at first, thinking she’d gradually get used to them.

Unfortunately, her first interaction with the group is when they find her drawing on the hull of Kraw’s boat with chalk. Finally seeing the anticipated new kid on the block, they run up to her excitedly.

“Hey are you Gen?”

She reacts by screaming while thrashing her arms at the others. She ends up shoving one of the kids down as she rushed back up onto the boat to hide without saying a word, to Kraw’s dismay.

After making sure the kids are alright, Kraw apologizes and explains she might need more time to adjust and to avoid crowding her next time. The oldest one, who she shoved, seems to understand.

Later on Kraw asks her if she wants to talk about what happened. It was only after this that Gen ends up telling him a little about the Fever, and he begins to understand. He didn’t realize how deep her fear of other kids went, with her experiences with the rival gangs of strays who wandered the streets of the Fever looking for any unfortunate soul caught in the open at the wrong time.

After assuring her most the kids around the dock are friendly and just want to get to know her, she eventually seems more willing to try and socialize, slowly.

[starry-teacup]

I raise you opporcold as a toxic relationship

[thecoolcatstuff]

Movie things I wished the show had:

-Tikki using "tough love" on Marinette. For more times where tikki threatens to kick Marinette's butt when she is spiraling.

-Chat Noir's "catcave" aka the theater. Imagine every episode instead of being in his room Adrien is hiding at the theater around cats and bantering with plagg.

-Plagg being a dumpster diver and bringing gross shit home

-Gabriel doing his "fashion mongul" thing and crushing dreams and careers in his wake

[marius-lepual]

every time matt describes ludinus being intimidating and ancient i just think about essek telling him "why don't you make some friends and maybe you'll calm down"

(let's not talk about the fact that ludinus took his advice and now he's got a cult trying to help him kill all the gods)

[vullcanica]

Characters baring a mouth full of sharp fangs as show of aggression is top tier but can we talk about how sinister a flash of smooth square omnivore teeth can be. The implications therein? The difference between facing a carnivore vs a member of the terrifyingly, aptly named 'opportunistic eaters'? The fear of being on one's menu, the knowledge that you are on the other's - no matter what you are. The inherent danger of a threat display where there are set rules to avoiding harm turning into a hunt on a dime.

Anyway, thinking about Nikodemus and how beautifully all of this translates into his supernatural setting...

[theblob1958]

um. i uploaded the obscure low-budget canadian horror comedy i watched tonight to archive.org. since it's so hard to find online i thought i'd make it a little easier to access

[envy-of-the-apple]

Lol stuck thinking about that SatoSugu Naga AU! Do you think they’d be curious to try and see reader naked? Especially since she’s completely new to them and they probably don’t see many other females their race.

(noncon touching, mentioned somno)

Omg but YES. they definitely would be. In that AU, the males of their species would be nagas (or snake men), and the females of their species would be sirens (or fish women). So either way, nakedness is pretty common in their species. Humans, obviously, are NOT that thrilled about being naked in the presence of other humanoid beings.

Eventually, Suguru gets it, and relents tugging on your pants when you slap him away for the fourth time. It's not like he couldn't pin you down and rip off your clothes to see if you're soft everywhere, but he'll be patient for now. He likes touching you in the night anyway, when your body temperature is a little lower than he likes. He tells himself he's just making sure you're still alive but he's always exploring a bit deeper than necessary.

Satoru understands, but he ignores it. He doesn't get why you're so antsy every time he touches you that's underneath the annoying barrier you wrap yourself in. You'll have to negotiate with him, let him touch the skin on your upper thigh or your waist for him to be sated. It will never be enough, he'll always want more. Sooner or later, the sparse number of your clothes will start to go missing.

In the end, to really make them see your point, you'd have to speak in their language. Scrunch your eyes and nose and hiss in the most threatening way you can. It'll work, but not in the way you want. They'll just be enamoured by how cute you are.

yall might not ever get a part two of Top of the Food chain buuuut i am thinking of making into a much longer fic and posting it on ao3.....MAYBE so dont get too excited lololol

(btw if yall are obssessed with naga!satosugu x reader like i am go read Caged by romanceisdeadbutimnot. so so good and it has smut!!!)

[fivevotesdown]

"humans are space orcs" "humans are the most universal form of intelligent life" "humans will be known for their adaptability"

humans are the spiritualists actually. humans are the religious, striving to reach enlightenment in all things by any means necessary. humans are the mediums and the fortune-tellers and the soothsayers, humans look to the stars for meaning and understanding. humans search for purpose in a universe crafted of pure chaos, and they find it, or if they can't, they make their own.

humans are the chefs with their sleeves stained orange from spices and fragrant broths, humans take the strange and dangerous plants their world cruelly gives to them and makes foods so wonderful and beautiful and vast that worlds of flavor live within the very air around them. they heal the sick, they soothe the soul with hearty bowls warmed by fireside.

humans are the storytellers, the skalds and the bards and the men sat 'round campfires with guitars in the dark singing hymns to their lovers, odes to the clouds. they tell tales of heroes long past and dangers overcome, to prepare their children for the obstacles and remind them where they came from, to foster adventure and honor and courage.

humans are the wonder and the music and the salt and the sugar and the heart and the soul, they are the spice of the universe. if there is anyone out there to be found, and i hope that there will be, we will bring to them pastries and curries and hope and prayer and we will teach them to tell stories, and they will use our teaching to tell their own children of our kindness and our reverence, of our bravery and freedom, of our spirit, should we ever be allowed to meet them.

or so one can hope.

[rambler-in-limbo]

Under what circumstances Whar and the triplets witnessed how strong Fake Pep is?

The quartet and Fake used to see each other more often than they do now.

Not too long ago Fake was in the same situation as the quartet; Recently made homeless. He and several dozen other clones were left to scavenge the dumpsters for leftovers to survive. At night they tend to congregate around the backs of restaurants rummaging through trash, Peppino’s Pizza being a fan favorite. The clones have made an unspoken truce for Peppino’s trash heap to be a sort of oasis for stragglers that are just hungry. Some greedier clones break this rule and try to bully or steal portions from others. Often they travel in packs and work together. Fake was alone at the time, and loners were supposed easy targets. But due to his size, strength, and sheer brutality Fake was able to ward off and often kill his aggressors. His wrath is swift, easily ripping them apart with his bare hands and earning him an avoid-at-all-costs reputation.

At the time he was also quite mentally unwell, having just got his ass kicked twice and lost his home by Peppino, whom for a while he grew to resent. The gaggles of clones, specifically WAR ones, fed into his hatred for our favorite fat bastard Italian.

I’ll touch more on Fake during his Homeless Era in another post.

[hearts4juzi]

Sometimes I pause and wonder how the monsters in undertale lost the war like. they have claws and shit and theyre giant and made of magic and they have magic and shit and then i remember that exists in real life too... like wolves for example have teeth and claws and can hear super well and are built to kill but a squishy scrawny furless freak can take em out with a funny shooty thing.

like we have little "animal super powers" type shit but humans always come out on top and i think about that a lot

[larabar]

I saw this while browsing the wiki and thought you would enjoy it :)

:OOOO!!

[occasionaltouhou]

i think any spiritual food chains we see involving youkai are virtual as in their only exist as an overlay of whatever internal role humans have in biocenosises at large. and virtual in a sense that no actual real energy loop occurs - youkai and gods exist as extensions of human collective cognition and remain here even despite their ability to influence world. Which is why I suppose the barrier is important since under this assumption it defines the very existence of youkai and gods as, well, actual existence. (Not that there are no alternate ways of existing as an entity when you are literally imagined as far as touhou world seems concerned).

youkai provide humans with more opportunities for yuri moments which is the most valuable form of energy and a crucial component of the spiritual food chain. please continue to educate yourself in these important matters