I Have Been Released From Containment (work) And Will Be Wrecking Havoc (liking All My Mutual’s Posts)

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Talks of kidnapping

Kitsune!Suguru who has never believed in a higher power before. He knows that spirits exist but nothing other than that. He couldn’t help but laugh when others brought up the notion of a person in the sky who could see your every movement.

Kistsune!Suguru who had scoffed when someone had been talking about a saint who was sent by god himself and could heal the sick. It was pure nonsense that someone could heal others, especially humans.

Kitsune!Suguru who climbs the mountain to the monastery where the supposed saint is. He needs to disprove this myth that people are peddling. Not for others, of course, but for his own gain. Maybe he could pick up his they are pretending to heal people and use it to his advantage.

Kitsune!Suguru who is sceptical when he sees you. He had expected someone much older than you. Someone whose hair has gone white and looks like a sage. But you are completely different from what he expected.

A white kimono is draped over your body and a veil over your face. He feels slightly irritated that your face is hidden from him. The only parts of you he can see are the lower half of your face, your hands and a sliver of collar bone.

Kitsune!Suguru who lets you touch him willingly when you ask. He was never a fan of touch let alone from humans but yours has a calming quality to it.

“What ails you?” Your voice rings out like a bell in the large room.

“My leg.” Suguru answers bluntly, waiting for you to give some sort of tell that you were faking your abilities.

Kitsune!Suguru who is proven wrong as the leg he had injured himself was put back into place. He stares at you in pure disbelief as your hand warms his and your brows scrunch in concentration. His leg is fully healed when you look back up at him with a kind smile.

“Is there anything else that hurts?” You say sweetly to him.

Suguru is tempted to break his leg again to make you heal it. Your light and warmth is addicting. He needs more. His mind thinks of all the ways he could steal you away from here to keep your light all to himself. It would be so easy to get past those monks. Suguru wants more of this new found heavenly light he has found in you, he wants more of you.

And he will do anything to get it.

me when I'm insane about satosugu

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Okay so the first chapter of Dirty little secret will most likely posted tomorrow or Sunday also I have an outlaw!Yuki drabble that will be posted soon 👀

Me rn

torn between wanting geto to show me off to all his followers or being obsessive over keeping me hidden from their sight at all costs

If I made a list of songs that I associated with my readers and their stories would ya’ll want that?

Since the fics for each card have chapters I am going to have the card in the middle for the masterlist but the characters for the chapters.

Alright people, which set up for the tarot card masterlists do we want?

Do we want it with art of the card itself?

Or the characters?

Heaven is here- if you want it - Preview

Summary - Who knew that picking up that old book from the antique shop would lead to you accidentally summoning a demon? Not you.

Pairing - Demon!Ryomen Sukuna x reader

Content - Fluff, CRACK, smut, Sukuna’s wonderful personality, the curse of all archaeologists and historians to accidentally summon things they shouldn’t

The man now standing in your kitchen is tall, much taller than any regular human. He probably has about a head or two on you if you were standing on your toes. But that isn’t the only thing that is off about him. Two horns are on his head and twist back like a ram’s horns.

His red eyes look around your messy kitchen in confusion. He also looks somewhat disappointed and you can’t blame him. You were a poor college student and couldn’t afford a good apartment unless you sold your soul for it. But as he glares at it you feel a little offended. It may be a shitty kitchen, but it was your shitty kitchen.

Eventually his eyes settle on yours.

“What do you want from me?” His voice seems to boom in your kitchen like he was talking into a microphone.

“Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?” You counter his question with one of your own.

“You summoned me.” He tells you like you were stupid.

“I am pretty sure I didn’t-”

The man -demon? you can’t tell- groans and rubs his temples like you were the one inconveniencing him. After a second of you staring at him, he speaks again.

“Sweet lucifer.” He curses and joins you on the floor. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Ah Yes. Me. My girlfriend. And her ¥75,000 plushie of myself.