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[tonycries]

Yakuza!Sukuna is terrifying—unholy, untouchable, an apex predator in designer suits and ancient ink.

People hear his name and flinch. His enemies fold before he touches them. His men follow orders without a word.

He doesn’t bow.

He doesn’t bend.

And he doesn’t love.

Until you.

And suddenly, he’s obsessed. Feral. Whipped in the most dangerous fucking way imaginable.

⸻

You walked into his world like a pretty little accident waiting to happen, all soft smiles and polite charm, too good for the seedy bar you’d been dragged to, dressed like temptation with just enough ink showing to get under his skin.

He watched you from his booth in the back—red eyes narrowed, rings clicking against his glass, the glint of his gold tooth catching the light as he grinned.

He should’ve looked away.

He didn’t. He couldn’t.

Then your date touched you—too high, too fast—and said something that made your smile freeze.

Sukuna sat up, ready to intervene.

But you didn’t need help.

You punched him. Hard.

One hit, clean, brutal.

Blood everywhere.

Sukuna’s drink hit the table untouched.

His jaw was clenched.

And his cock? Already fucking hard.

⸻

He was on you in seconds—inked, towering, dangerous, all heat and muscle and that devil’s grin that usually made people piss themselves.

But not you.

You just blinked up at him, unimpressed, bored even.

“You hit like a pro, sweetheart. I’m impressed.”

You smirked. “And you’re nosy. What’s it to you?”

“Everything.”

You scoffed. “Bold. You always hit on women after they break noses?”

“Just the ones I’m gonna marry.”

⸻

Three days later, you’re in his bed, straddling him, his hands bruising your hips, both of you breathless and high on lust and pride.

“Mine,” he growled, biting your jaw, cock buried deep, eyes wild and hungry.

You didn’t flinch. You smiled, leaned in slow, licked into his mouth, and whispered,

“No, you’re mine.”

He froze.

Laughed.

Then snapped.

Flipped you fast, hands everywhere, teeth on your throat, voice wrecked and hoarse.

“Yours? Fuck yeah, angel. Yours. Now say it. Say you’re mine.”

You didn’t. Not at first.

You made him earn it.

Made him work for it, cocky and smug, teasing him with that sweet little mouth and that filthy attitude he was addicted to.

Until you broke—clawed at his shoulders, gasped it, “Yours, Kuna.”

Kuna.

He fucking snapped.

Body shaking, breath gone, head buried in your neck as he lost it inside you, moaning like you’d just ended his entire bloodstained existence.

“Say it again,” he demanded, desperate, ruined.

You smirked.

“Yo-”

“You know that’s not what I mean. Say it again brat, fuckin please”

“Kuna - ‘s all f’ you Kuna” You’d slur in the throes of pleasure. Barely able to think straight as he slams into that sweet spot over and over again.

That’s when he swore he’d kill anyone who dared breathe wrong in your direction.

You were his. Forever.

⸻

He never stopped touching you.

Hand on your ass in public. Arm around your waist. Mouth on your neck. Always.

He didn’t care who watched.

Didn’t care who stared.

“Wear whatever you want, baby. I can fight.”

And he did.

⸻

You, sweet and polite with everyone else, terrified rival bosses with your smile.

Once, some idiot flirted with him in front of you.

You didn’t yell. Didn’t curse.

Just smiled.

“Touch him again and I’ll break your wrist. He’s mine.”

Sukuna? Hard. Immediately.

Dragged you out and proved it against his car, voice low, wrecked, “Yours, angel. But don’t forget—you’re mine too.”

You never forgot.

You just loved making him say it again. And again. And again.

XO

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Knee-deep in the passenger seat and you're writing about yakuza!Sukuna, is it casual now? 😼

OH?? MY?? GOD??? COME BACK N GIVE ME A BIG SMOOCH AND THEN KEEP WRITING ABOUT THIS NEOWWWW 😈 Why can I perfectly imagine him as a big bad yakuza though - like the stereotypical ones from anime ahahah.

[ashstfu]

current october line-up

[mollywog]

Ficback Friday

📚 First Bookmark 🔖

Thank you all who replied to my Ao3 bookmark question! Many of you indicated that you use bookmarks for beloved stories to revisit or for fic recs, so I thought it would be fun to start a tag game:

Rules: Share (one of) your first Ao3 bookmark(s) then tag others to join!

I picked my first non-hunger Games bookmark (since I’ve talked about my first THG bookmark many times).

I love Jane Austen’s Emma and discovered cwmilton while looking for book/2009 miniseries Emma fanfiction. ‘A Very Good List’ was the first of theirs I discovered and it’s a delight! Recommend!

Tagging all who replied to my earlier post (thank you!!): @dead-dolphins @firawren @caesarflickermans @kingedmundsroyalmurder @maidstew @dorcaloveskotlc @teafiend @those-things-we-said @margarita-secreta @youreyesholdgalaxies @mtk4fun @giedd @no-where-new-hero

Plus anyone else who would like to join!

[strayklds]

new boypaper….

[valeffelees]

alternate universe wherein after his childhood sweetheart unexpectedly calls off their engagement simon manages to summon the literal god of time and they romcom it up together. like, i'm picturing something to the tune of: the only thing simon has left of his mother is an old salisbury family heirloom. this really old pocket watch that's been passed down from oldest child to oldest child for generations. but what nobody knew was that the watch was a gift from the god of time himself, along with the promise that so long as they are a salisbury by blood, he will come to the keeper whenever he is called. and simon is holding the watch in his hands when he says something like, "i wish you were here", speaking of course to his mother but, y'kno, magical promises don't really care about semantics, so suddenly the god of time is just in his bedroom looking all cool and steampunk and shit. and baz time-god pitch could not be more inconvenienced by this turn of events if he tried. being summoned to some tiny ass flat in the middle of east london was not on his tuesday night to-do list. but after bickering for a while he eventually agrees to help simon fix things with agatha by taking him back in time to see where things went wrong, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that simon is the spitting image of the man baz first gifted the pocket watch to all those years ago, who he happened to be sickeningly in love with. n e way, cue a series of shenanigans and hijinks and general trope-y tomfoolery as they spend the next few weeks jumping through time together to various pivitol moments in simon and agatha's relationship, during which simon realises he and agatha weren't actually that happy together and he's been having more fun mucking about with baz lately than he's had with agatha in years. and then they prolly kiss or something

[wolf-saint]

Criston Cole // House of the Dragon "The White Cloak is a symbol of our purity, our fidelity,"

[tinydancerfreelancersblog]

There's a book called "Goth"! This is not a joke!

[call-me-copycat]

Im learning japanese rn and one thing I've noticed is that my voice when I speak japanese is A LOT quieter than when Im speaking English because if i speak loud I notice the words dont sound as clear- This language is forcing me to be quitter- which is honestly a good thing I talk way to loud😭

Ah, I hope I can help! ٩(,,•ω•,,)و⚑⁎∗ﾌﾚﾌﾚ

For me, learning how to pronounce certain words was pretty big, and the best way I did that was plenty of research combined with just casually listening. Whispering is a start, but you might develop habits that aren't so correct (just noting down what I saw in myself - particularly in pronouncing my "r/l's").

For starters, I used Buusu to begin learning pronunciation (before it was put behind a paywall :⁠-⁠\), but there are plenty other things available!

One of the biggest ones is japanesepod101, as they have many YouTube videos going over basically everything you need to know:

This channel's also really good as well ��꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Alongside videos like these, you can also develop good pronunciation habits just by listening to anime (although not always the best example sometimes) and music! That's how babies learn to speak anyway, just by listening and piecing things together (๑>ᴗ<๑)

Other examples include podcasts, radio, Japanese YouTube channels (many have subtitles!), advertisements with VPN, and more (๑ˊ͈ ꇴ ˋ͈)

I think it's very important to note that pronunciation is very important in Japanese. Depending on the word, you can change the whole meaning of something just by giving it the wrong pitch.

Example: In English, you can change the message of a sentence by stressing a word like so,

This isn't my cat.

Turns into:

This isn't my cat.

Insinuating that the cat isn't yours, but is someone else's.

Japanese is sort of like that. Words can change meaning based on where you put your high and low pitches, so that's why speaking clearly when practicing is best to start off with.

Here's what I'm trying to explain since you can't hear through text:

But before you worry about all that, just having the basics down is best (๑´ㅂ`๑)

I'm sure you might know most of this already, and if you did then I'm sorry for wasting your time! I do hope some of this might've been useful though(;´∀`)

I tend to get my practice through talking to myself throughout the day ("yabbai!" if I mess something up, "mendokusai.." if I'm upset, etcetera etcetera). I also talk to my pets as well in Japanese to practice, seeing as they don't mind (៸៸᳐⦁⩊⦁៸៸᳐ )੭ﾞ

Wishing you all the best with your learning! I'm happy you came to me, and if you ever have any other questions I promise to answer them the best I can! (*´∀｀)ノ

I hope you have a lovely day!

[amoebasapph]

strongest trans wlw couple energy

(from fluids by may leitz)

[beaniebaby-cat]

She's so cute!

[tonycries]

They warned him about temptation.

Not just the kind with horns and ruin, but the kind that smiles. That laughs when she shouldn’t. That walks through the gates of heaven like she belongs—when she doesn’t. When she shouldn’t.

Gojo Satoru saw you before you ever saw him.

One moment you were just a mortal girl in a temple garden, your fingers dusted with crushed rose petals, humming some half-forgotten hymn to the sky. And the next?

He was gone.

He was supposed to be above this. Above desire. Above longing.

But gods have weaknesses, and Gojo’s had always been curiosity. He watched you for days. Weeks. Every time you knelt in prayer, every time you whispered into the breeze, asking the heavens for signs, for guidance, for something real—

He wanted to be the one to answer.

So he did.

He came down in secret. Took form in shadow. Let his wings dim just enough to pass for a dream.

You still knew it was him.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you said, wide-eyed, not moving an inch.

“Neither are you,” he replied, gaze dragging over you like a sin. “Not in my dreams, anyway.”

Your breath caught.

And just like that, Gojo fell a little further.

⸻

He wasn’t supposed to touch you.

He told himself he wouldn’t. Just watch. Just talk. Just feed his curiosity until the hunger dulled and he could go back to being divine.

But you? You made hunger look holy.

The first time he kissed you, it wasn’t soft. It was a claim. His hands tangled in your hair, your back slammed against the temple wall, lips bruising and wet. He kissed like he was starving—like he’d never tasted anything real until now.

And you let him.

Hell, you kissed him back harder. Bit his lip. Moaned against his tongue. Whispered his name like a secret you’d waited lifetimes to tell.

“Satoru,” you breathed, breathless as he lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against cold marble. “This is blasphemy.”

“Then worship me,” he growled, mouth dragging down your throat. “Or better yet—let me worship you.”

Clothes disappeared like mist. His hands—god, his hands—everywhere, reverent and greedy. He knelt between your legs like a supplicant, eyes flickering with leftover grace.

“You smell like temptation,” he said, voice wrecked. “Like prophecy. Like I was meant to fall for you.”

You trembled. “And if I fall too?”

He looked up at you like he’d never believed in anything until that moment.

“Then heaven’s fucked.”

And then he was tasting you—like salvation, like hunger, like heaven had never offered him anything half as good. His tongue moved with divine precision, and when your hips bucked, your cry echoed off stone and star alike.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t want to stop.

Because in that moment—he wasn’t a god. Not a weapon. Not a warning.

He was yours.

And he’d fall again and again if it meant hearing you say his name like that—hoarse, desperate, sacred.

⸻

They came for him not long after.

Wings torn, light shattered. He didn’t resist.

Only smiled—bloodied and grinning—when they dragged him back to the gates.

Because you had marked him. Claimed him in a way even the heavens couldn’t erase.

And somewhere, miles below the stars, you woke up alone in the garden.

But the roses bloomed brighter.

And the wind whispered his name.

He was falling still.

But now, he knew where he’d land.

In you.

XO,

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MY HEARTTTTT 💔💔 OHHH TORU- YOU ☝🏽 HOW DARE YOU USE YOUR BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS SPLENDED WORDS THIS WAY ☝🏽 COME BACK AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ☝🏽

[ashstfu]

fave reads of 2024 so far

[idontmindifuforgetme]

some of my fav quotes i highlighted on my first reading of on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong 🤍

[brokentoothmarch]

Okay im 22 Now

[strayklds]

mail from @linoyes 🥹🥹🥹

[neembu]

As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love

-Jenny Slate