ive been really obsessed with your gojo/geto naga oneshots and asks lately it feels like literal brain rot at this point its so good. ive reread it 6 times lol
i was wondering though, what would Geto do if Gojo was just a little bit too heavy handed with you? to the point of a sprained or broken arm or leg. Would he get mad at Gojo or just mad in general that reader was hurt? Also how would they act in response to the injured reader who can't do basic tasks themselves, I personally think they would enjoy the fact she relied on them even more to even move now.
Reminder requests are still closed!!!! I just love this idea so so much holdon lemme-
Two days later, Satoru still wasn't allowed inside the cave.
You can hear him, hissing and clicking, right outside, hovering just behind the invisible line Suguru refused to let him pass. If you weren't already in so much pain, you would have found pity on the poor thing. He wasn't allowed in his own home, even though the incident wasn't entirely his fault.
Technically, Satoru saved you. It was yet again another escape attempt. Something you'd been doing a lot these days once you've figured out these beings' intentions with you. You'd gotten past the rock quarry this time, a new record. Your plan was filled with holes: there was no way to truly escape the island. You had no boat, no way to call for help. Still, you ran, forgetting that there were more dangerous things on this island other than two territorial serpent men.
It was a monster. There was no other way to describe it. Big, ugly, shiny spikes and sharp teeth, eyes dripping with bloodlust. You would have been eaten, killed, maimed, if Satoru hadn't caught up with you in time.
The only collateral was the loss of nearby plant life and your broken wrist.
That had been Satoru's fault. He'd pulled at you too hard at the hand. The remnants of adrenaline from the fight, his anger, anger made him too rough on your fragile body. He froze at the wet snap, and then you started screaming. That was how Suguru had found you. Despite how much Satoru clicked and hummed and tittered, from his mate's look, you doubted it helped his case.
Another lonely coo made you wince. Suguru only huffed, wrapping you tighter in his coils. They were already warm from your body heat. The numerous animal pelts helped your comfort too.
"Make him stop," you beg, "he's been going on for hours."
At that, Suguru lifts his head from the base of your neck. He tilts his head as he surveys you, and you can't help but think how awful you must look. Sickly-looking from the pain, clammy skin. He can't do much about your appearance, but the least he could do was shut Satoru up.
"What want?" Suguru asks, "water?"
At that, he picks up a sack filled with sea-smelling water. You wrinkle your nose, turning away, cocooning yourself within his coils. With the increased pain, your appetite has decreased, as well as your thirst. The stress of being trapped like this along with your broken wrist was starting to take its toll on your body.
Suguru makes a sound of disapproval, shuffling around behind you. You know he's still mad about the escape attempt, but he's concerned enough for your well-being to put his anger to the side for now. He'd helped wrap your wrist, using something stretchy and soft.
You raise your wrist up, inspecting the thin material wrapped around your wrist. You're not sure what it is, it's too silky to resemble cotton. It must be from the foliage around the island. Yet, another strange thing you'd never find the answer to.
There's another rumble coming from the Naga's chest. He wraps a hand around your chin, bringing your face closer. In his other, he holds the dripping sack.
"Suguru," it's too soft to be anything more than a whine, "it hurts too much to take anything right now. Stop."
"Hurt?" he asks.
To that, you gesture to your broken wrist. It may not have been broken, you were no doctor, so you couldn't say for certain. But considering you'd been in the same amount of pain for two days, it really didn't matter to you.
A click, before he's tossing a glare at the entrance of the cave. He'd already given Satoru a beating right before coming to coddle you. Despite being bigger than his mate, Satoru is docile enough to take them. Suguru had been acting more aggressive lately. You had a feeling it was your fault.
He'd been inspecting your wrist every so often, but you see a different look within his brown eyes now as he takes your injured hand. He carefully turns your palm over, pressing slightly into your wrist. When you yelp, he retracts.
"Hurt." Suguru confirms. You can only nod.
"Hurt. No drink? No eat?" You don't like the way he's talking. As if he's putting a puzzle piece together. Coming to a solution you won't like.
When you go to pull away, his grip only tightens.
"No hurt," he says it like a promise, as though you're a toddler and he's coaxing you into drinking a sour-tasting medicine. His lips part, revealing the fangs you've often seen him use on meat, on Satoru.
Never did you think he'd ever use them on you.
"Suguru," you're pleading, trying to move away when he bends down, his hair brushing your sweaty forehead. You can feel his breath on your neck.
"No hurt," he repeats, and then he bites down.
He lied, of course, he did. His teeth puncture your skin, tearing through like paper. You think you screamed, or maybe it was more akin to a pitiful whimper. In the background, you can hear someone hiss, Satoru maybe?
For a second, you feel everything, the pain, the puncture wound, Suguru lightly licking your neck.
And then, you feel weightless.
It's hard to describe, but your brain feels like it's turned to mush. Your body feels like you're on a soft cloud, just there, floating. In the back of your mind, you remember how dazed Satoru would get whenever Suguru bit him. At the time, you just thought he was lovestruck.
When Suguru pulls away, he's smiling. A trail of blood, your blood goes down his lip. You can barely keep your eyes on him, close to falling asleep.
"No hurt," he says. When he leans down to kiss you, you accept without a single fuss.
You don't remember much after that, but you remember accepting whatever Suguru put in your mouth. The panic in your body was non-existent as he held the water-sack above your lips, watching as your throat bobbed. You think he kissed you a few more times, but you're not too sure. You were a lot more averse to kissing before. It'd make sense he'd take advantage of it.
When you wake up again, you're in between two bodies. The pain in your wrist is still there, but not as horrible as before. You're still groggy, mind fuzzy. Whatever Suguru had given you was still in effect.
Satoru is the first to notice you're awake. Suguru and him must have made up during the time you were unconscious. He props himself up, peering down at you. With how dim the cave is, you can barely make out his features. He looks just as guilty as he had two days ago.
"Sorry," he mutters, "is sorry."
If you weren't still high, you might have laughed. When you continue to stare, he takes it in stride, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, then your lips. You wince in distaste, leaning back.
"Stop," you say but don't fight when he licks at your jaw. You can barely move your fingers.
Panic is still far away, a distant call than anything alarming. It should worry you, but you still can't feel anything.
Suguru is at your back. You can hear his scales move across the cavern floor. He gives a hum, content as he curls himself around you. He doesn't seem to mind Satoru's touches. Your theory that they must have made up is unfortunately starting to strengthen.
You could barely manage Suguru's coddlings. You don't think you'll survive Satoru's.
"Sorry," he mouths into your neck. You can feel the grip on your waist starting to tighten. He stops, rising up to stare at you.
Blue, almost glowing.
"But no more leave."
You're coherent enough to piece together what he means. You can't escape Satoru. You can't escape Suguru. You can't leave this island. Running away is useless.
Goukaku no Tame no! Yasashii Sankaku Kankei Nyuumon by Canno
Middle Schooler Mayuki wants to join her beloved senpai Akira at Ohtomo High School in order to do that she has study really hard since her greats aren't to great. Her mother hires a high school girl named Rin to help her with her studies. Seeing how mature Rin was Mayuki asked for a little more than tutoring.
This is a story about these three girls Mayuki, Rin, Akira and their relationship.
16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” Polygamous where you dating both Dante and Vergil. Idc about the rest, go wild.
Hello anon! Thank you so much for requesting a prompt, when I was writing this I will admit I struggled because even though I know what a polygamous relationship it I have never been in one or really know too much about them. So I talked to some friends who have been in one or are in one. I hope I portrayed it to your liking!
Prompt 16.”I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” Dante X Reader X Vergil
There are very little instances where Dante and Vergil agree with one another over something. When they did, it was surprising to not even themselves but everyone else. It ranged from anything too mundane to serious and it just so happened this was serious. Serious being that they were absolutely pissed about how you lost your job today, granted they didn’t tell you that they knew the real reason. You thought that they had were still under the impression that it was for your call in’s and your occasional situations of being late. When it was far from that reason and they knew it. To be honest, both men knew you were a terrible liar if it wasn’t for the obvious ticks you displayed when lying, then they still would have been able to to pick it up in your nervous heartbeat and your scent. Not to mention your bosses grubby scent was on you. They weren’t oblivious to your boss's lecherous gaze and just a tad too friendly touch when they would visit you at work during your lunch break. The first time Vergil visited you with Dante he had wanted so bad to chop the man's hands off and it took all his self-restraint and some of Dante’s to keep him from doing so. Today though when you came in shaking like a leaf in anger and there was a residual smell of fear, both men had a good idea what had happened. It was something that happened often in public. Your good looks drew a lot of unwanted attention from men and women both. So here both boys were in the back of the grocery store that had closed an hour ago towering over your poor manager who dared to try to put a hand on you. However, Dante could see his twin holding back from gutting the man. In fact, he was holding back completely, possibly fearing that if he let go, he would lose control of himself. “Hey Vergil, I’ll kick his ass if you want me to. That way you won’t dirty that fancy coat of yours.” Dante cracks trying to lighten up the situation in some weird twisted way. After all threatening violence against someone isn’t a superb way to make light of something. Vergil looks at Dante from the corner of his eye and let's out a ragged sigh before inhaling slowly. “That won’t be necessary little brother.” He growls out before his gaze shifts to the man who was now trembling before him. He would not kill him that much he determined, but he would MAKE SURE he would never dare think about trying to touch a woman inappropriately again, especially HIS woman.
Your eyes snap open and instantly they go to the clock on your nightstand. It was 11 pm; you grab your phone you check to see if you have any messages on your phone and find one and it’s from Vergil. It states that he and Dante went out and that they would return soon. Both of them….went out? You raise an eyebrow and then suddenly a pit drops in your stomach realizing the words that just ran through your head. Dante and Vergil never “go out”. They don’t have the conventional brotherly love others did. Their show of love and affection involved pointing their swords at one another and duking it out. Shit, then that meant they...went to your previous place of employment. You hop out of bed only to fall to the floor due to the covers being tangled and wrapped around your legs. Son of a bitch! Growling you get the covers off of you as quick as humanly possible and jump into a pair of jeans. They wouldn’t kill the guy, would they? No, Dante wouldn’t kill a human, he’s against killing them unless it was absolutely the last resort. Vergil….Oh god...Vergil would kill a human. He totally kill a human that put their grubby fingers on you if not at least rip their arm off. After sliding your tennis shoes on you bolt down the steps and head to the door. You almost, almost miss the fact that both men were currently in the shop. Dante was in his office chair reading a magazine while Vergil was sitting on one of the two leather couches reading a book. Then you spot him. You old boss, he’s sitting on the other couch pale as a ghost and frozen like a statue. From where you could see from here he looked no worse for wear slowly you make your way to the middle of the floor looking at all three of them. His gaze goes to you but the inhuman sound of hissing coming from Vergil makes him yelp and look at his lap. You look at Vergil everything about him seems to scream with the intent to kill or at least severally maim but luckily he seemed to be keeping a good check on his emotions but you weren’t exactly sure how long that would last.
“Oh hey, babe!” Dante exclaims as he kicks his feet up off his desk to get up and make his way to you. When his lips press against your forehead you feel yourself slightly relax, but lord did you have some questions. “Um...can one of you explain...what is going on?” Your voice is slow as you look back and forth between the twins. Vergil’s gaze softens instantly the moment your eyes meet, it is full of nothing but love. “Dante, please explain why this VERMIN is here?” He growls out and from the corner of your eyes, you see your old employer jump in fear from the tone of Vergil’s voice. Then again, you had never heard such a tone with him and it even made a shiver tingle down your spine. The closest that came to it would be when you were bedding him. “Well, we ran into your old boss here he was wondering if it was ok to swing by and give you an apology but we didn’t want to wake you up since you looked so peaceful.” He responds looking at your boss who somehow seems to get paler than he was before. Honestly, it looks like his soul was leaving his body. Despite the fear, you had a moment ago the look on Dante’s face was priceless. Absolutely priceless. To anyone else, he probably looked relaxed and even genuine but just beneath the surface of those beautiful eyes you loved to look into you saw the mischievous in them and all you could do was laugh.
Vergil watched with annoyance as you and Dante continued to laugh about your bosses fear. He had left nearly half an hour ago in terror at the horrible antic you and Dante had pulled. Honestly, the man would probably have to be committed after you got Dante to devil trigger before the man. He was all for you getting your justice with how you saw fit. Which was Dante’s idea, one that was good. Despite your down to earth and serious disposition though, Vergil forgot that there was a side of you that was much like Dante. One that he would never admit to but secretly he enjoyed from time to time. Right now it was downright aggravating. How could you be taking this so lightly?! How could you even joke about what happened and almost happened not even 5 hours ago? He stops when he sees your vibrant eyes much closer to his a soft smile playing your features. It was easy to tell when he was frustrated with you, but you could tell it was nothing serious. You sit in his lap grinning and watch as his frustration reaches its peak and as you predicted you watch as he deflates. His arms wrap around you and pull you into him as if to shield you from the world, but all it does is make Dante come over jealous that his older brother was monopolizing you.
“Ok you two knock it off, there’s plenty of me to go around.” You state yawning out the last bit.
“It’s been a long day guess we should take our girl to be.” Dante says with a small smile.
Vergil hums in agreement and as both men get ready for bed, you can’t help but smile. How did you get so lucky? How did you get so lucky to not just have one but both Sparda brothers to give you love and affection and offer their endless devotion and protection? You know how things went, the series of events that took place, but you in some ways could never grasp yet alone guess what had been going through both of their heads as you came to know them and love them. You were back at the conclusion you always came to and that was sometimes the best things in life have no explanation.
So I cant warn people that a book that was on many lgbtqia/saga sites for having poc gay characters that those characters were insulting? The city of Devi was a good story, but the way gay men and these men in particular were gross. One was a sex crazed, manipulative, raping, stalking creep who only discovered his sexuality by sleeping with a cousin repeatedly,(who is also a drag queen and is not very lovely described as well) but not written in a way where it's meant to be bad. It is written like it's normal for a gay men to be like that. That his whole community is like that and that his ex boyfriend is /different/ and shit, that one ends up marrying a girl btw. He is a great character that you learn to root for until his past is revealed and it's shit. It ends with the three forced into an unhealthy polygamous relationship and it generally left me with a sense of disappointment and discomfort. I think to have read that the author Manila Suri is gay himself and while of course there is gay men to avoid, abusive, mean, unhealthy. Yet I still cant help but feel like it was addressed to the community and I really didn't enjoy reading it. It ruined the book for me.
HEY GHOST OF RAM ARE YOU AND MARTHA GHOST PALS NOW
I’m not saying that Kurt, Ram and Martha are in a polyamorous ghost relationship, but Kurt, Ram and Martha are totally in a polyamorous ghost relationship.
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 , Part three
(Warnings: animal deaths, blood, obsession, dark content, slight gun threat but not rlly, polyamory, gender ambigious!reader)
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?
I'm dating a boy, who I love very much, who goes to the other high school in my district than I do. Recently, I made the discovery that I am polyamorous, which is fine and dandy, except that I want a monogamous relationship with my boyfriend and at the same time I'm kind of in love with my two friends who go to my high school and we would all be okay being in a poly relationship together. I'm stuck. I don't know how much advice you feel you can give but any and all is appreciated
Hey dear,
Wow. Yeah that sounds like a load. Have you given much thoughts about what you ultimately want? It seems that you are torn between remaining exclusive with your boyfriend and venturing out with other people. When you say that you want to be monogamous with your boyfriend but you’re starting to have feelings with two of your friends, do you think that maybe there’s something that your boyfriend isn’t giving you in the relationship? While it’s not always bad, our partners can lack in certain areas. Maybe you need more attention. Maybe there’s something that you’re trying to seek out in this new relationship that you don’t have in your current relationship. It would help to take a look and see if you’re trying to find compensation somewhere else. It may just be that you have developed feelings for these people and it’s just what it is. If that’s the case, I would recommend that you really think about your choices and do what you think is best for you. What does your boyfriend think about polygamy? If he’s open to it, maybe you can make it work. If not, you may have to ask yourself which is more important to you. Maintaining this relationship or trying something new. It’s the same idea as falling in love with someone else when you’re also in love with your current partner. It’s up to you to decide which path to take. Just be sure to be honest with yourself and your partners.
