THERE IS NO DELTARUNE

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Kento Nanami

Ino Takuma

Toji Fushiguro

Choso Kamo

Ryomen Sukuna

Hiromi Higuruma

Utahime Iori

the overwhelming urge to moot up literally everyone

They go around saving kittens. They save. Actual. Kittens.

oh. oh wow. mhm. yep. gulps.

suguru x gn!reader

my dearest beloved,

dig my heart out of my chest with your nails and feel the beating of it speed up and stutter in your grasp. make it messy. bloody and painful and perfect. i can love you better that way—without the binding of my body. i can love you from within. without restraint or limit. i can love you without bounds. i can love you in whole.

tare me limb from limb and savour the flavour of me on your tongue. drink me in and stroke my face softly.

take me.

take me.

take me.

take the whole of me and do with it as you please.

i am yours for taking if you'll have me. you do know this, yes?

chew me softly. chew me slowly. taste me. savour me. devour me, and i'll only think that of you as endlessly kind. have your fill of me and then some more. leave nothing of me for the scavenging birds to scavenge. leave nothing of me to the crows and vultures and mice and insects.

peel me back layer by layer, unravel me and take a peak inside. see me, understand and experience for yourself the depth of my eternal soul and its longing for you and all the wars it's gone through. rip my fresh from my bones, and suck me dry of blood. relish in all it is that i am worth.

moan and cry and whimper and groan and enjoy. claws and teeth and all. take pleasure in this the way i know i will. let me know you want to me as desperately as i need you. leave cuts a bruises in your wake, cover those old, painful scars of mine with fresh ones. beautiful ones. i'll sing you to sleep after, lulling you to a dreamscape.

pry my lips open with your fingers. delve into my mouth and seek out my tongue. let me share your breath. to breathe you. and hold my face gently closer to yours as i do. feel my body go lax in you arms.

i want nothing to do with my fighting spirit.

feast upon me, my love. have your fill, take all that you want of me and leave nothing behind, i can only say it is the greatest gift to service you. i'll read to you softly when it's all done.

grind my bones bones into powder and carry me in the necklace that hangs close to your chest. keep me close to you.

i wish only to be yours.

if you'll grant me that privilege.

i'll wait for it forever.

you have ruined me for anyone else. you have ravaged my heart and pillaged my soul and you run rampant in my mind. don't tease, let me be yours.

allow me to be selfish. and forgive it. allow me ruin you for anyone else. for everyone else. allow me to be with you always. allow me to heal your hurt and you guilt from within. allow me to see you in full, in raw, in vulnerable, in the morning.

my only wish to know you, be close to you,

to love you

let the taste of i linger in your mouth, let me linger in your breath. you have so much a head of you dearest, let me fuel you and ready you for your day.

let us become one.

take me in my entirety. make me your own.

bestow upon me the greatest honour i can witlessly dream of; being yours.

truly and wholly yours,

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pen smudges against the paper a little with the abrupt pause of his hand. this feels raw. raw like he hadn't expected it to be; going into this without a plan, only with a oath of honesty to himself. it's delicate and personal, the yolk of an uncooked egg.

he signs of with his name, fingers curling around the pen with practiced ease as its ink glides across the paper with grace. taking a deep breathe as he lets down the pen. his hand cramping a little but paying it no mind. shaking a little but all is well.

he folds the paper gently in thirds, handling it with the rivalling that of care a mother to her new born child. and he just stares.

stares at the now folded paper that sits at his desk. it's as close as he's gotten to expressing his emotions, his feelings that feel so much bigger than him, and this room, and the whole of the universe.

what he feels so deeply in his bones his marrow is familiar with this sentiment he's long struggled to put into words. evident from the crumpled papers filled with candied words and shallow ideas thrown thoughtlessly aside.

but still, he's unsure if this is the right thing to do. if it's wrong, he'll pray to whoever- whatever will listen that he's wrong in every lifetime.

the letter is still politely sat on his desk and he still rudely stares.

taking the neatly folded piece of his heart, finger tips of smudged ink holding it up to a small flame, and watching it turn to ash and burn away.

this a lot for a confession letter right?

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i wrote this for suguru but a few other characters come to mind as well. + your favs

divider by @saradika-graphics

That girl with the fat tummy and loud laugh will save you

sorry for being a sex pest but i just know tomura sounds so indescribably good when he’s getting strapped. i’m sure he’d be incredibly embarrassed by it but it’d have me going even harder. i just know in my soul ✊😔

he is so LOUD that his housemates tease him over it (they think he's fucking you because you keep going you like that daddy??? you like that??))

i love you corruption kink. i love you older men who want to take advantage of my naivety and inexperience. i love you men who coo and praise and reassure me when i cum embarrassingly hard from being touched like this for the first time; who laugh and pat my head and tell me that it’s okay, that it’s natural, that that’s exactly what i’m supposed to do. i love you men who want to be the first — and only — reference i have for what sex is supposed to be like. everything i know had to be taught from him, from his hands, from his cock. i love you <3

➺ wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru

cw: suggestive, mouth inspection (you like their mouth), suguru wears a muzzle, teasing, gagging, spit, blood (dw it's only a tiny bit & he kisses it better :>) , biting, etc ..

the wolf!suguru and serpent!satoru brainworms are backkk :3

serpent!satoru wraps himself around you, holding you in his strong limbs, cool glistening scales press into your soft delicate skin, sure to be leaving little imprints for you to find later. his forked tongue peaks out from between his glossed lips as he sniffs around — you smell so sweet. his split tongue catches your attention, and like the naive little lamb you are disguised as, carefully, curiously, you bring your fingers to it. holding the warm wet flesh of his tongue between your fingers, just feeling it; it's soft. satoru grins evilly; you're so trusting, so daring as you play with his tongue and putting your little fingers in the serpents mouth. teasingly, satoru wraps his tongue around them, trapping your fingers in a tight hold. hugging them tightly with his tongue, until your eyes finally meet his like he's been wanting. he releases them with a satisfied glint in his eyes as you move your fingers along the textured surface of it, inching closer to his glossed lips, he says nothing as you do. you're entranced, your fingers drag higher and higher along his tongue, drawing teasing shapes on the way (he thinks he recognizes them as characters that spell out your name but that could just be his mind playing silly tricks.) you trace the shape of his sharp fangs, pressing ever so lightly against the sharp ends. it's not enough to break skin only enough to sting a little. when you pull away to look him, pulled from your own world by that pleasant sting at your fingertip you find that serpent!satoru's eyes are already on you, looking throughly entertained by all this, perhaps a little bashful as well if you look hard enough. a soft glowing pink at the tips of his ears, you aren't alone in enjoying this.

wolf!suguru is wearing a muzzle. you had insisted. his remarks the last time around having stuck with you a little more than you could have anticipated. so here you are, little lamb back in the wolves lap with a flimsy contraption made of metal and leather restricting his jaw from opening in full (or rather that that's the intended purpose) your drum your fingers against his chest, playfully. teasingly. his threatening teasing remarks land a lot softer with his jaw securely bound. your nails clink against the metal softly, the sound hitting your ears like your favourite song, there's a smug little smile on your lips and your eyes all too self satisfied as you look back into his. while still holding your gaze, you slip your two of your fingers through the small space between the metal bars of his muzzle, tracing over the shape of his soft lips. you press the tips at the centre to pry them apart, your two fingers glide across the surface of his sharp teeth and along the inside of his lips. suguru's jaw is locked, not allowing you further access into his mouth. suguru's eyes follow each of your movements. waiting, patient. hoping to see how far you will take this. you look up into his eyes, a little pout on your pretty lips, wordlessly pleading — he never says no when you do. loosening his jaw a little for you to slip into his mouth. you follow the curves of his teeth, and venture further into his warm mouth, pressing down against tongue. the wetness of it making your fingers slip further in he nearly gags. although your movements are limited by the metal against his face, you do your best to reach further into his mouth. wanting to feel his throat tighten around your fingers once more, to see another line of drool escape his lips, to hear the little sound you would've never guessed would come from the wolf. straining your fingers against the metal, reaching, you're about to do it again when his teeth come down on your fingers, biting into the soft skin enough for only a few crimson droplets to land on his waiting tongue. you gasp at that (more in shock than pain) pulling them away quickly, suguru catch's you before you get far, holding your wrist in place, keeping your fingers on his lips and your body secured in his lap. the metal you strain your fingers against begins to burn. suguru licks the blood still oozing from where he pieced your skin, kissing gently the little cut for good measure. his sharp purple eyes meet your now glossy meek gaze, the sight bringing that hungry grin to his lips. some leather and metal wont protect you from him if he did wanna bite. oh the little lamb isn't so self satisfied now.

soaking in the bath while toji sits on top of the toilet seat bc he’s a big baby and can’t handle how hot you like your water.

you’re on your phone or reading a book, the skin above the water dewy from the steam and he just watches you. he watches as your head lulls to the side with a sigh before your breathing steadies. he’d think you were asleep if he didn’t know you any better, but he did.

he’d normally tease you, say something about how he didn’t know cpr if you fell asleep in the bath… but he doesn’t. instead he matches his breathing with yours (anything to make himself feel closer to you in the quiet moment) and leans against the back of the toilet. he’s content with watching you until your skin got all pruny. after all, isn’t that what he’ll be doing years from now anyway?