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Just when I thought this reboot version was going to be different than the previous cod, my hope is crush. ๐Ÿซ‚
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the best of us.
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I am never getting out of my phase of liking white hair men ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ.
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"Those people are too kind for their own good. It's going to get them killed."
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In actual reality:
enfรณcate ii: non-negotiable
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โ› pairing | tutor!miguel x student!reader
โ› type | explicit
โ› summary | miguel has to choose his battles: insist on removing peter from your life or get what he wants.
โ› tags | schoolgirl au, spanish tutor!miguel, Miguel's jealousy, slight obsessive qualities, fuck buddies, fuck boy Miguel, mention of physical assault, hurt peter, mention of violence, breakups, non-penetrative smut, slightly unknowledgeable reader, silly playtime.
โ› sy's notes | masterlist here. please READ THE TAGS. on this fic particularly, i seem to encounter people who trigger themselves.
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Miguel had many girls.
None gave a shit when it came down to it. They talked a good game over text messages and phone calls, tried their best to please him sexually, and snuck into their bed. They might even have lunch or dinner with him. Very rarely this.
He was doing his notes that Monday afternoon, scribbling away when his phone lit up. He flicked a look, realizing it was your photo that popped up. Not the many cum stained photos he had in his phone in your own folder. Those were not safe for any of his bosses to see, but one of those sweet photos that Peterโ€™s taken.
Miguel isnโ€™t stupid. He knows a love-sick puppy when he sees one. One look at Peterโ€™s socials reveals many things: volunteering with a high school club to teach photography, stupid little flowers that he finds gorgeous, a number of subjects for his fine arts degrees, and on Sunday-- you. Sitting on a chunky rock in a beautiful dress in a stream, the sun bouncing off your strawberry-dusted cheeks. He has to do something about Peter.
โ€œยฟQuรฉ pasรณ, Princesa? Iโ€™m finishing my notes.โ€
โ€œI have something for you,โ€ you answered. โ€œCome outside.โ€
โ€œFor me?โ€ Miguel tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder, closing his manilla folder that held a time-sensitive report. Miguel grabbed his keys and wallet, heading for the door. Everyone else was gone for the day, but Miguel did his homework in the lab.
โ€œSรญ,โ€ you laughed. โ€œยฟQuiรฉn mรกs?โ€
โ€œTch,โ€
At least those Spanish lessons are paying off. Miguel rushes down the three flights of stairs in record time and pops out the back door. You pushed past the archways into the beautiful gardens that usually obscure pedestrians from staring at scientists as they quickly woof down their food and bolt back inside to deal with whatever piteous work they had. Miguel slips on his dark sunglasses, turning his arms one over another. You have time to stop and appreciate nature, more than he could say about even himself.
โ€œPrincesa,โ€ he hangs up the phone and takes a few steps to the tables where you were, twirling around the scent of fragrant orange blossoms. He bites back an amused smile, his voice picking up in a humored lilt. โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€
โ€œDancing!โ€ you hopped on one stone table, then the other.
โ€œDonโ€™t fall,โ€ Miguel snatches you short of falling off the third table, setting your ass down with a mindful pull of your dark burgundy skirt over your thighs. โ€œWhy did you call?โ€
You supply him with a wicker picnic basket that was hooked over your elbow, pulling open the flap. The warm smell of meat and corn greeted his nose, finally shaking loose the smile that he had suppressed since you first called him.
โ€œI brought you dinner.โ€
He blinks.
โ€œMe?โ€
โ€œYou said you had to study for your test,โ€ you looked up at the red brick building, โ€œItโ€™s better if you donโ€™t get distracted by going out for food.โ€
He doesnโ€™t have the heart to tell you that he usually brings his own food, regimented as he is. Miguel sets his hands on your hips and watches as you pull free whatever it was you made him. You set aside the basket and offer him the glass container and a bag of tamales, enveloped in their warm little husks.
โ€œMenudo. And these are tamales con carne. My familia makes them every year. I brought them just for you.โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t have to,โ€ he murmured.
โ€œBut I wanted to.โ€ You reached for the envelope collar of his lab coat, smoothing it down against his chest. โ€œBesides, every one of my primas do it for their men. I canโ€™t keep just bringing food home for Peter.โ€
Itโ€™s not that serious, he wants to say. Thereโ€™s something soft about the way you recount it to him. He canโ€™t stand to go against what youโ€™re saying and instead sets the food back in its home, tucking your hair behind your ear. He traces the shell to your lobes, flicking his finger against the dripping earrings.
โ€œCome upstairs.โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ you answer quickly, leaning up to place a meager little kiss on his cheek. โ€œYou should be studying and if I go up thereโ€ฆโ€
Heโ€™d definitely get in trouble bringing his fuck buddy up to his office. Still, it might be worth it.
โ€œI wonโ€™t get anything done,โ€ he finishes. โ€œGive me a real goodbye kiss.โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t like that kiss?โ€
โ€œIt was a sad kiss.โ€
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Peter was an essential part of your life.
He was closer than a friend if such things spaces between friendship and relationships existed. You supposed that in the absence of romantic relationships, friendships were the next best thing. Who else, but family, would support you? You nibbled on a hunk of toast with sweetened cream cheese and frozen berries ala Peter, whose head draped over your thigh. Your fingers combed through his thin brown hair, twirling bits around your index finger as he lay with a full belly and fuller thoughts.
โ€œSooo, how did it go?โ€ Peter asked, staring at fluffy clouds that whirled by that perfectly cozy afternoon. โ€œDid my super awesome plan go perfectly?โ€
Youโ€™re too shy to talk about it.
โ€œAw it did, didnโ€™t it? I knew it!โ€ Peter reached up, tickling his fingers through the ribbons of a pearl headband you wore that day. โ€œIs he good? I hear all kinds of stuff about him.โ€
โ€œPeter,โ€ blood rushed to your face. โ€œWe havenโ€™tโ€ฆโ€
โ€œHavenโ€™t what?โ€ he asked. โ€œOhhh. Oh. You havenโ€™t fucked him? I thoughtโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWe did-- just not that,โ€ you patted his warm pink cardigan, flapping your hand down. โ€œWe havenโ€™t you know--โ€
โ€œHad sex?โ€
Peter could be too much sometimes. Today was one of those aggravating days. You settled down your hunk of toast, bobbing your head in a nod, eager to explain without making the words. โ€œJustโ€ฆ oral. I couldnโ€™t Peter, Iโ€™m not ready yet.โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ Peterโ€™s tone goes soft. โ€œBut he canโ€™t be happy about that.โ€
โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€
โ€œEvery time Miguel has a new girl, he makes sure to fuck them as soon as possible. Keeps โ€˜em connected, or something, or thatโ€™s what Dana says.โ€
โ€œWhoโ€™s Dana?โ€ you chirped after him. โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you tell me?โ€
โ€œYouโ€ฆ looked so sad seeing him with someone else. I couldnโ€™tโ€ฆ break your heart like that."
โ€œYou couldnโ€™t tell me, but you could kiss me?โ€
โ€œIt was a nice kiss. Isnโ€™t it about time for him to stomp past here?โ€
You wonder what Peter might mean by that. He slid his eyes shut, humming with one long leg thrown over the other. About time for his afternoon nap until you shook him awake because of your sore arms or back-- whichever came first. He slides his eyes shut, going to sleep under the feeling of your fingers twirling through his hair.
โ€œYouโ€™re impossible, Peter.โ€
Peter was always right. You spotted your muscular man walking past the hedges, in a clean white shirt that obscured nothing about his muscles. You thought he would do what he usually did: wave, move on, talk to whatever whore of the day was on his arm.
He was walking with a girl who was tall and lithe. She made no moves to cling onto him as he slipped down the slight grassy slope where you sat with Peter, reviewing the intricacies of corrugated pottery before class. Your heart soared in your chest as he crouched down, a hand on his knee, scanning Peterโ€™s face.
โ€œI thought we talked about this.โ€
You didnโ€™t expect those to be the first words out his lips, but lo, they were. He regarded Peter the same way he might an annoying animal with their favourite human, with blatant distaste and a passing hint of jealousy. You didnโ€™t understand why.
โ€œAboutโ€ฆโ€
โ€œOther men.โ€
โ€œPeter isnโ€™t another man. Heโ€™s non-negotiable.โ€
Miguelโ€™s thick eyebrows pushed together as he processed the blatant line in the sand that you drew. You werenโ€™t about to give up your dear friend, picnic dates at lunch, or photography shoots on the weekend for a man you sucked off. No matter how good he tasted and how thick his muscles were, crouched with those wild chocolate eyes.
โ€œIโ€™ll stay away from other men-- but not him. You take it or leave it.โ€
Miguel worked his jaw, clearly debating on the value of fighting you then and there. Miguel didnโ€™t negotiate. It was never in his nature.
โ€œMiggy,โ€ called the woman on the sidewalk. She wore a dark bob, a streak of purple spiraling along her head. She has a terribly squeaky tone, one that is full of ire from having to say anything at all. โ€œThe samples.โ€
โ€œThis isnโ€™t over, Princesa.โ€
He relented. Not because he wanted to, but because time was undoubtedly limited. You were pretty sure it was.
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Miguel is breaking another rule. Not only does he glaze over Peter in your life, but he brings you to his apartment for tutoring. Heโ€™d deal with Peter after he secured you. You were proving one of the most difficult of his women to keep.
Come over, it'll be private, he claimed in a text message. Itโ€™s absolutely not to peel away your soft pale pink panties nestled up against your cunt, drag them down your hips, and onto the floor. Heโ€™ll keep those.
Itโ€™s not because the desk in the study room would do nothing to obscure his sinewy frame, shoving your legs apart and dragging you to the very edge of the seat.
โ€œTake your vocabulary quiz.โ€ You nibbled on your pencil as Miguel buried his head between your thighs, biting down on your thick thighs to encourage you to spread your legs wider. You breathed out an elongated hiss at another bite to your opposing thigh.
โ€œPero, Miguel-- howโ€ฆโ€ you murmured, making the mistake of looking between your legs. Miguel met your gaze, possessed with the smell of your body. You greet him with a choked-out groan of his name the second his mouth connected with your pussy. He knew you would taste sweet.
โ€œItโ€™s very simple. You start writing,โ€ The quiz should be easy. A simple finish the sentences with the right word and vocabulary word box to boot. It was terribly easy-- if not for Miguelโ€™s tongue suckling the juices that dripped from your core, you might have already finished it. It was hard-- too hard-- to focus on anything but Miguelโ€™s warm tongue prodding your cunt, his fingers sliding within your hole. Miguel urges his finger around the rim. โ€œPreferably something in Spanish.โ€
His tongue slid from your entrance to your clitoral hood. Another finger joins the first, twisting and pulling apart your impossibly tight hole. He just knew you would feel amazing. He suckled along your lips, suckling them wet as you struggled to read and make any sense of what was on the page. It wasnโ€™t going to happen.
โ€œMiguel, Miguel--โ€ Your voice drew out, it had been so long since you had a partner. โ€œDame mรกs.โ€
โ€œThere you go,โ€ Miguel hummed, closing his mouth around your puffy clit in worship for the admittance. The pencil tumbled free from your fingers. Without thinking, your hand buried into Miguelโ€™s silky dark brown hair, rolling your hips onto his face to pursue an orgasm. He suckled it fat and needy, his fingers curving in your body. With a soft sob, the pleasure caused you to gush messily all over his fingers. Your fingers knotted up in his hair, riding his face until youโ€™re left with nothing but the cozy haze of your pleasure.
You donโ€™t know how youโ€™re going to pass this stupid language requirement now.
Miguel kisses you, soft and sweet, gentle and light. You taste yourself on his tongue and worry about the way you taste. Miguel doesnโ€™t seem to have a single complaint. He grabs your hands, helping you to stand upright, even though your legs were as stable as a newborn giraffeโ€™s. With your body against Miguelโ€™s, you could feel the outline of his cock nice and hard, tenting his sweatpants.
โ€œShould we take this to bed?โ€
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ you asked, shyly so. โ€œIโ€™m not ready for that. Is thatโ€ฆ okay?โ€
Coรฑo. Itโ€™s not the answer he hoped for, but Miguel can be patient. He dips his head down and resigns himself to a night of jerking himself off. He had been looking forward to today, fucking his new girl. He steeled himself from any reaction that may inch across his face and offered you his hand.
โ€œClaro que sรญ, princesa,โ€ Miguel finds himself saying. Itโ€™s not that you canโ€™t retract the consent, but he knows that you have some shyness to do so. He rather honesty over concern for his ego. The session had at least been an hour-- with Miguelโ€™s focus fading at the sight of your cute little pink dress. โ€œWe can stop here. You can take the test as homework. Have it done by next time.โ€
โ€œButโ€ฆ youโ€™re hard.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not the first time Iโ€™ve jerked off,โ€ Miguel shrugs off the thought. It wasnโ€™t how he imagined today going, but it wasnโ€™t-- Miguel dropped his gaze down to his waistband. Your fingers tingle over the white ties, pull them loose.
โ€œI want to take care of you,โ€ you shoved his sweats onto the floor, pooling around his slender feet. Miguelโ€™s cock bobbed in the cool air, impossibly hard. You walked him back from his desk to his bed. He falls back on it, his big dick kissing his muscular stomach. โ€œLay back.โ€
He found himself eagerly complying. You snatched the lube he keeps on his desk, likely knowing that he kept it there for just this reason. Miguel likes to think that his sexual needs are usually met-- but sometimes, they arenโ€™t. You shoved his legs apart and climbed onto the bed, gliding your hands up the inside of his thighs. A warmth filled his lower belly as you popped open the plastic bottle and drizzled it over his cock. The cool liquid made him flinch.
โ€œItโ€™s not that cold,โ€ you asked, a tease on your lips.
โ€œYou find it funny? Let me pour some on you, then,โ€ Miguel remarked, his gaze following your fingers. You gripped him, soothing your palms over the top of his cock and back down, milking him like with your soft hands. You spend particular time smoothing over his root, tracing his veins up to the tip. Your thumb massaged his slit, smoothing a soft bead of fluid that gathered there.
โ€œDo you like it?โ€ you asked.
โ€œItโ€™s nice.โ€
He hummed and lolled his head back onto his pillow. You met him where he was, your lips against his, exchanging a soft and wet kiss. A groan escaped his chest, clearly appreciating your affection. You want him to love it, need it, and crave it at the end of the day. Maybe you could not do all the things the other women could, but there was something about the way you looked and touched him that he knew he could not easily replicate.
โ€œMiggy. How do I make it better?โ€ You asked, more of a whine than anything.
"Better?" Miguel reached up, cupping your breast with one hand. He gives you a squeeze, urging your nipple to harden underneath the fabric. His hazy eyes turn to the other breast, repeating the treatment. You nodded as he worked-- and it's cute how much you want to make him happy.
โ€œLet me fuck your tits. Get on your back, take the dress off,โ€ Miguel looked toward the bottle of lube. He finally has you naked. Every inch you peeled away revealed a little more precious skin that heโ€™s craved to see all week. You slipped off the dress, then your bra, laying back on the sheets. The lube is lukewarm, but when it hit your warm skin, it caused you to flinch too.
โ€œOh, now itโ€™s cold,โ€ Miguel teased. You smeared the wet lube over your breasts, pushing them together just right. Warmth bit your cheeks as Miguel mounted you, either muscular thigh on the side of your ribs. Between his large body cradling your breasts and his eyes on yours, he realized that you were terribly shy. He rubs the head of his cock against your nipples before sliding between your breasts. โ€œYouโ€™re so shy.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ you nodded. It becomes clear that as much as you trust him-- there is some barrier to complete trust. Miguel began to thrust, his hips cantering in the warm, wet lubricant. You could appreciate every day he spent at the gym, making a physique that other men could only aspire to. He was so thick-- so handsome. His breath came out in sharp little puffs as he worked, hands coming on top of yours for both stability and the opportunity to touch you. His fingers slid between the empty gaps of your own, eyes closed, face taut with pleasure.
You knew, as much as he knew, what he was thinking of. His cock wrecking your pussy for the first time because no matter how many times you jerked him off, sucked his cock, or let him fuck your tits, heโ€™d always wonder. He was certain you wanted it too, wanted to feel what it would be like to be under him-- pounded pretty. Your head rose to watch his cockhead peep out between your breasts. Every sweeping motion was rewarded with a little lick, earning a hiss of your name. His measured features hardened.
โ€œCoรฑo,โ€ Miguel cursed as the thick ropes of his cum coated your tits. He forced himself forward, cum pumped over your collarbone and neck, dripping into your hair. The grip on your breast was unrelenting, while the other jerked himself through the bolts of aftershock. To his surprise, you gathered his cum between your fingers and suckled it, tasting his warm salty fluid on your tongue. He watched you, enraptured, as you cleaned yourself-- then went after his softening dick, suckling the spent seed there.
โ€œBeautiful,โ€ he murmured as he pulled away. You followed, inching up his chest to kiss him. He tasted himself, finding that he liked how he tasted much more when it was on your tongue. โ€œStay the night.โ€
He never asked anyone to stay the night. It was a flagrant violation of another rule that all the others knew he had. Miguel was open to having another roommate. A pretty girl to fuck and keep. She just had to be the right kind of girl. He has a feeling youโ€™re that girl, nestling between his arm and chest, holding him close.
He just had to fuck you first to find out.
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The thing about having multiple girls is-- his interest wanes.
He never knows the exact cause. Only that heโ€™s distracted with you. Perhaps itโ€™s your resistance to letting him actually fuck you. Not eat you out, not have his dick sucked, not fuck your tits, but fuck you. Heโ€™s thought about how a hundred different ways. Against the museum, in his bed, in the library, his private office-- It encompasses much of his attention. You were at Peterโ€™s art showing Friday night, which was how he ended up here with Dana, yet again.
She wants to see this stupidly romantic movie that no one else is really into from the looks of the empty seats. Miguel isnโ€™t invested either, his mind is racing with thoughts of someone else. Her lips are wrapped around his dick in the dark movie theatre, he goes soft. Soft-- Miguel rarely goes soft, heโ€™s looking for a hole to fuck into. Apparently, this one is no good. He eventually sighs, pushing on her head to remove her from his cock.
โ€œWhat is it, Miggy?โ€
A balance of light and shadows highlight her face as she sits there, looking positively aggravated with her failed Friday night date. Miguel knows that he canโ€™t perform like this. He glances down at the near-empty theatre and itches the back of his neck, tucking himself back into his jeans.
โ€œIโ€™m not horny,โ€ he murmured, folding his arms one over the other. Heโ€™s surprised she can hear him over the beaming sound of the movie theatre. She does, shoving his shoulder in protest over his shitty performance.
โ€œYouโ€™re usually horny,โ€ she bites back.
โ€œThen maybe itโ€™s you.โ€
The impulse to take it out on Dana is out before he can control it. She flicks her head at him, her slight eyes popping wide open. She searches Miguelโ€™s flat features for an apology, ruffling her fluffy purple bangs away from her eyes. He doesnโ€™t give her one.
โ€œOh, now you donโ€™t want me? Ever since youโ€™ve started seeing that teashop bitch,โ€ Miguel perked his brow up, โ€œYou donโ€™t have time for me. What? Is she that good?โ€
Tea shop bitch. Itโ€™s been over a week of trying to get you to fuck him at multiple intervals. He hasnโ€™t been able to. Not for a lack of trying, but your shy deflection and offers to do things like-- pick an orange off the trees by his building, walk around on a date, or just touch one another. He tried to understand: you werenโ€™t a girl that ran out to date many men. In fact, heโ€™s pretty sure that he is the outlier in your sex life.
โ€œYouโ€™re right,โ€ he says. โ€œWe should stop fucking.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re too attached,โ€ Miguel stood up, his hands forming tight balls in his pockets. โ€œAnd Iโ€™m just not that interested.โ€
โ€œWhen did that change? A month ago? Miguel?โ€
He doesnโ€™t have time for her stupid possessiveness, her obsession with keeping her slot as his default bitch. Other women told him all about Dana-- how she tended to show up where they were, bumping into them, or the rumors she spread in the department. He jots down the stairs, ignoring her squealing call of his name. The issue with Dana was this: she loved him far too much and he loved her far too little. As with so many of his once-were fuckbuddies, it was better for Miguel to go on his way.
Or, it would have been. He received a concerning message the next day.
I donโ€™t want to see you again.
Itโ€™s from your number. Any attempted calls go straight to voicemail. Logically, he should have been able to count it as a loss and move on with any of the other women he had in his life. Illogically, Miguel wants an explanation. If he canโ€™t get one from you, he knows just who will give him one.
Jess already knows what itโ€™s about from the look behind her yellowed sunglasses. Her arms are turned one over the other, clearly having some sort of reservation from this meeting alone. She seems pissed off at him too despite the fact that he has no idea what the fuck he did. He only knows that youโ€™ve virtually disappeared from his life.
โ€œAre you going to tell me?โ€ Miguel asks.
The crispy bagel sits forgotten before him, alongside the coffee that plumes wisps of heat into the air. Jess flicks her eye down to the steam, then back to Miguel.
โ€œI told you to leave that girl alone in the first place.โ€
โ€œYou also set us up. I should know why she left.โ€
Jess looked off to the wind wisping through the trees, then to everybody that walked on by. There was an undeniable truth to what he said, her involvement was obvious and disconcerting. Whatever had happened, he deserves an explanation. You werenโ€™t going to make this easy to talk to you, but he was intent. So long as he knew the depth of your irritation with him.
โ€œSomeone burned Peter. Something aboutโ€ฆ what was it? Stealing her man?โ€
He hates that he doesnโ€™t have to ask who.
"Is he hurt?"
"Bad enough," Jess answers. "Y'know how special he is to her."
He's not sure he does.
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Every time I see him ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿป
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reference study but make it Xelef
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AYOOOO HOW DID I GET HERE???!?!!
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Me when Sukuna calls me a "good girl":
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I have come with a bearing gift.
This app has been having me in a choke hold. If you're guys are interested of making your own version of "the tyrant" rp, I gotchu. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป
Link: Yandere Sukuna.
For those who don't know, this is the yan series I'm in charge of: "the tyrant"
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BROSKI, I CAN'T LMAOOOO. ๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€๐Ÿ’€
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I have come with a bearing gift.
This app has been having me in a choke hold. If you're guys are interested of making your own version of "the tyrant" rp, I gotchu. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป
Link: Yandere Sukuna.
For those who don't know, this is the yan series I'm in charge of: "the tyrant"
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I have come with a bearing gift.
This app has been having me in a choke hold. If you're guys are interested of making your own version of "the tyrant" rp, I gotchu. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป
Link: Yandere Sukuna.
For those who don't know, this is the yan series I'm in charge of: "the tyrant"
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I totally forgot about the toji fic too lol.
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This is just to clue in what is happening ๐Ÿ‘€
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I was just writing this for fun. Somehow this man is gripping me at every chance and turn on every social media that I scroll through.
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๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : miguel o'hara x gn! reader
๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: n/a
๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ: crack/ comedy, fluff, (name) with that gremlin attitude, โœจasstheticqueโœจ, getting on his nerves, established relationship, spider/non-spider (name)
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: "hey, it looked at me first."
๐š/๐ง: help, I kennot escape this man...๐Ÿ˜” there are some things in here that are what me and friends used to do in high school too. For funsies, especially the 2nd one. I hope some of my Spanish isn't lost to me too.
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You were swiveling in your chair, legs propped up like a frog while spinning around like a circle. Miguel had been staring at the screen for who knows how long before standing up. Your spin slowly stopped when you stopped directly with his back turned against you and heard the chair cracking from the weight being lifted off. You weren't trying to make it obvious, but goddamn him. Every. Single. Time.
All those cakes all up in your face like it's your birthday.
"Holy fuck," you mutter before swinging your head to look at the screen again, acting like nothing happened, 'monkey do not see, monkey do not know'. Miguel looked over his shoulder at you, and he saw you eyeing him out of your peripheral view before averting to look at the bright screens within split second.
"Something the matter?" He caught you, and you smack your lips together before saying it was nothing. Miguel then hums. Idling around, your eyes looked at your fingers that rapport against the desk.
You smack your lips again, turning your head to look at Miguel, "Actually, there is. How do you carry all that ass on a Thursday morning?"
Miguel groan at that, "(Name)..."
You: "It's a valid question. You ever wonder you can replace Perseu's statue in the museum too?"
Then Layla's presence was announced on Miguel's shoulder with loud laughter.
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"Izquierdo, derecho, izquierdo, derecho," (left, right, left, right) was your new sudden prayer when you suddenly lagged when a wild Mayday had appeared; then they nestled in your arms as they babble away. But your eyes were intense on one thing, and Miguel doesn't need to know what it is.
Miguel: "Querido/a..."
You: "Hey, it looked at me first."
With a whole bunch of spiders added into the mix, then you also added in there is a formula for chaos. Especially when Hobie is around, it's like having two devils setting the place of fire, Miguel should've kept you as a secret. The man internally groan.
"What's with you and...ass?" The man stops walking, pinches his brow with two fingers then turns around to look at you. Mayday had your face in both her puggy hands as you made puffer fish lips at her. She giggles when you tried to made the attempt to pretend you were going to kiss her.
"I like the extra cushion, okay? I'm sure you look at mine too when I'm not looking." Miguel was about to open his mouth to say something, but close it up when the only word that managed to pass his lips was, 'That..' A little smug look went across your lips.
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There were rare days when Miguel was out of his suit; he was antsy like he was allergic to regular clothes for once. His work was always a 25/8 job, not a 9/5, then call it a day. There's no sleep for the wicked, you guess.
"Hey, hey," you appear into the room where he mostly stays and hooked onto a belt loophole and slowly spin the man around to face you. It wasn't until your hands settled into the back of his pants pocket. You were looking up at him, your chin resting against the crevice of his pecs and you smiled up at him. "I thought it was chill day?"
Miguel swoops down to kiss your forehead as a greeting by lowering his head. "I'm just checking," you squint your eyes at him and made a face, "I really am."
There was a knowing hum from you, and he swooped in again to kiss the side of your temple this time. "That's hard to believe; once you work, you work. There's no rest, not even a ten-minute break." Wiggling your fingers inside his back pockets to press the cakes, he tenses up, and you happily laugh when he is caught off-guard. You both almost topple at how he stumbles a bit back; if it wasn't for him putting a hand against the monitor's desk.
"Don't play with me right now, Corazoncito/a," Miguel warned, and you only let out another hum for him to go on if he dared. And he did. Miguel, broad arms encase around your midsection and change the position by hoisting you up, twirling you, and seating you on the desk. "I told you so," he then frees an arm. Miguel's fingers grab your jaw and press a thumb to your lips. "Now get ready for me."
Oh boy.
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๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : miguel o'hara x gn! reader
๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: n/a
๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ: crack/ comedy, fluff, (name) with that gremlin attitude, โœจasstheticqueโœจ, getting on his nerves, established relationship, spider/non-spider (name)
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: "hey, it looked at me first."
๐š/๐ง: help, I kennot escape this man...๐Ÿ˜” there are some things in here that are what me and friends used to do in high school too. For funsies, especially the 2nd one. I hope some of my Spanish isn't lost to me too.
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You were swiveling in your chair, legs propped up like a frog while spinning around like a circle. Miguel had been staring at the screen for who knows how long before standing up. Your spin slowly stopped when you stopped directly with his back turned against you and heard the chair cracking from the weight being lifted off. You weren't trying to make it obvious, but goddamn him. Every. Single. Time.
All those cakes all up in your face like it's your birthday.
"Holy fuck," you mutter before swinging your head to look at the screen again, acting like nothing happened, 'monkey do not see, monkey do not know'. Miguel looked over his shoulder at you, and he saw you eyeing him out of your peripheral view before averting to look at the bright screens within split second.
"Something the matter?" He caught you, and you smack your lips together before saying it was nothing. Miguel then hums. Idling around, your eyes looked at your fingers that rapport against the desk.
You smack your lips again, turning your head to look at Miguel, "Actually, there is. How do you carry all that ass on a Thursday morning?"
Miguel groan at that, "(Name)..."
You: "It's a valid question. You ever wonder you can replace Perseu's statue in the museum too?"
Then Layla's presence was announced on Miguel's shoulder with loud laughter.
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"Izquierdo, derecho, izquierdo, derecho," (left, right, left, right) was your new sudden prayer when you suddenly lagged when a wild Mayday had appeared; then they nestled in your arms as they babble away. But your eyes were intense on one thing, and Miguel doesn't need to know what it is.
Miguel: "Querido/a..."
You: "Hey, it looked at me first."
With a whole bunch of spiders added into the mix, then you also added in there is a formula for chaos. Especially when Hobie is around, it's like having two devils setting the place of fire, Miguel should've kept you as a secret. The man internally groan.
"What's with you and...ass?" The man stops walking, pinches his brow with two fingers then turns around to look at you. Mayday had your face in both her puggy hands as you made puffer fish lips at her. She giggles when you tried to made the attempt to pretend you were going to kiss her.
"I like the extra cushion, okay? I'm sure you look at mine too when I'm not looking." Miguel was about to open his mouth to say something, but close it up when the only word that managed to pass his lips was, 'That..' A little smug look went across your lips.
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There were rare days when Miguel was out of his suit; he was antsy like he was allergic to regular clothes for once. His work was always a 25/8 job, not a 9/5, then call it a day. There's no sleep for the wicked, you guess.
"Hey, hey," you appear into the room where he mostly stays and hooked onto a belt loophole and slowly spin the man around to face you. It wasn't until your hands settled into the back of his pants pocket. You were looking up at him, your chin resting against the crevice of his pecs and you smiled up at him. "I thought it was chill day?"
Miguel swoops down to kiss your forehead as a greeting by lowering his head. "I'm just checking," you squint your eyes at him and made a face, "I really am."
There was a knowing hum from you, and he swooped in again to kiss the side of your temple this time. "That's hard to believe; once you work, you work. There's no rest, not even a ten-minute break." Wiggling your fingers inside his back pockets to press the cakes, he tenses up, and you happily laugh when he is caught off-guard. You both almost topple at how he stumbles a bit back; if it wasn't for him putting a hand against the monitor's desk.
"Don't play with me right now, Corazoncito/a," Miguel warned, and you only let out another hum for him to go on if he dared. And he did. Miguel, broad arms encase around your midsection and change the position by hoisting you up, twirling you, and seating you on the desk. "I told you so," he then frees an arm. Miguel's fingers grab your jaw and press a thumb to your lips. "Now get ready for me."
Oh boy.
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helloo(เน‘> <เน‘), can I ask app/website do you use to edit your fanfics, if it's okay with you? (I'm starting to write fanfics of my own and I couldn't find any app/website)
There are a lot, since I'm only using mobile version of the app(s) since it's more convenient for me to write on the get-go without bringing or opening my laptop all the time.
PureWriter (used to)
JotterPad (what I am currently using)
Grammarly Keyboard (what I am also currently using too)
Google Docs (used to)
Well, to start on PureWriter, I give it prolly a 7.5/10, I like the format and all, but the catalogs are a pain in the ass. Plus, you can't collapse a thread of your separate work, too, if you're writing for different stories. I hate trying to rearrange them in order so I kind of give up on that. It has a word reader to keep track of your word count and letters too. There are also constant updates on the app, so there are always new features being added, so I'm also not trying to keep up with that. I have the copy and paste thingy, as it double spaces my work and won't italicize or bold them correctly when needed.
For JotterPad, I give it an 8.5/10; it had its moment when I fought with it in the past. But there is an option for you to use the basic format, but you could also buy the add-ons if you wish. I may be biased, but I find it more convenient as you can link your account from Tumblr to JotterPad when transferring over whatever you're writing without the "copy and paste" type. Like PureWriter, it also had a word and character counter, so you can track how much you've written. It also gives you a statistics progress graph (like PureWriter, but in a different font, I guess). You can create folders (within another folder, again and again), which is a lifesaver, as I can separate my works into categories -> it almost works like a thread. I don't trust Tumblr enough to save in draft; the many times Tumblr ate my posts when I spend so many hours/days are agonizing.
Grammarly keyboard is a great way to use whatever app you use to write. Still, the hideous word recommendations are a thorn in the side at times when you're using an unfamiliar terminology or another synonymous that not the general audience knows. Like you fool, I'm trying to educate others and expand their vocabulary; let me do my sh*t. I say a solid 8/10, if for not the lagging it sometimes had. The app also had a desktop site, which I will not be talking about since I rarely use it. But if you do have your own words or terms, make sure to add them, or else this keyboard will auto-correct them for you.
Google docs, I'm sure I don't need to explain that here. No score.
But these are just my opinions, tho; you could try and see if they're to your liking or not; I'm sure there would be others who are willing to help you if they write a comment under the post or interact with you. Suppose I'm missing something or forgot to add.
Words of advice: block any porn bots on sight too, they could be liking and reblogging your stuff with a pfp of a hawt woman. So no hesitation. Also blank blogs.
Taggings: make sure to tag many things related to your content too. Thus, this will lead your content to be more exposed to others who like the stuff you put out that is related to their interest. You can check the "the tyrant" series I'm working on atm to see how the tagging(s) goes.
Taggings (tw): the "tw" stands for trigger warning, so if you happened to write any sensitive content that could potentially be in your series/ work, make sure to add them in your tagging if possible or add them at the very beginning of your list of content. Ex: tw frogs, tw cooties, or tw pink guy. If you don't put it, some people might stumble upon your work and unleash hell or politely tell you to edit and add tw to your work.
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So I get to be a mermaid? ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ HELL YEAH!
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Hello Everyone! My name is Elizabeth, or just Liz for short.
In When Silence Speaks, you'll be taking on the role of an MC that isn't part of the human world but wishes to explore it. Sound familiar? This IF is a mixture of themes from The Little Mermaid with the twist of having the classic soulmate trope etched within-- the first words your soulmate says to you is tattooed onto your body.
The only catch? You've traded in your voice to be able to walk on land, but four distinct individuals have their greetings tattooed onto your skin... Will you have theirs?
๐Ÿ”ฑ Features ๐Ÿ”ฑ
You can play as a mermaid, merman, or merperson. Choose your sexuality, appearance, facets of your personality, an oceanic friend, and your own special reason for wishing to go to the surface world. This story will be filled with a mixture of sweet moments, angsty dramatic ones, potentially steamy ones, as well as many more! Spend time with your potential soulmate while discovering that your deal wasn't as you once believed it to be.
The game, as one may expect, is heavily focused on relationships and romance. However, you'll be able to decide if your soulmate is a romantic one or more of a platonic one-- of course, you'll also be able to befriend anyone else you choose to! All four of the ROs are gender-selectable (male or female)!
๐Ÿ”ฑ The Romantic Options ๐Ÿ”ฑ
Miran/Mira -- "The Heir"
The heir to the seaside nation of Semprya. An individual with a gentle smile and compassionate nature, with a deep fascination and love for the sea-- respecting it as it should be respected. They're slightly feared within the Court, despite their overall soft-spoken demeanor, because of the sharpness of their tongue and the keen nature behind their gaze.
With fair skin, despite the overall sunny climate of Semprya, and ice blue eyes, reminiscent of the frozen oceans of the North, they command respect with their presence alone. They stand at 6'2" with an athletic physique due to their combat training, but they still maintain an air of slender elegance as well.
Hair as golden as the sun's warm rays bring their look together, being softly curly. Miran keeps his hair semi-short, brushing his ears, and Mira keeps hers to the small of her back.
Caspian/Cassia -- "The Captain"
The infamous Captain of the dreaded ship The Leviathan is known across the seven seas. Stories follow in their wake, a living legend to all, and many believe they search the seas to find the soulmate that always seems just out of their grasp. Of course, others think they just enjoy the bloodshed that always seems to follow in their wake.
Years of life on the open ocean have given them a golden-tan complexion, that offsets the piercing green of their eyes. They stand at 5'11" with a muscular physique that still retains a sense of agility-- always being able to move from one place to the other with the greatest of ease.
Their hair is a rich golden brown that's as wavy as the place they call their home. Caspian keeps his hair to his shoulders, while Cassia keeps hers to just beneath her shoulder blades. The only thing keeping the locks in place is the classic hat denoting their position on their ship.
Evan/Eva -- "The Scholar"
The most trusted advisor, despite their young age, to the Crown Heir of the seaside country of Semprya. With a thirst for knowledge, that has pushed all thoughts of soulmates from their head, they see you as another puzzle in a world of infinite ones-- wanting nothing more than to figure you out.
They have a rich dark-skinned complexion, with a warm undertone, that brings out the brilliance of their light hazel eyes-- that look almost gold. Standing at around 5'4", what they lack in height they make up for in presence alone. With a lean body, from years of lugging around heavy tombs and scripture, they can be quite formidable when out of their usual robes.
Their hair is a rich ebony black that falls in gorgeous ringlets. Evan has his to his jawline and Eva's just barely brushes the top of her shoulders.
Alexius/Alessia -- "The Guard"
With a surly attitude, that only softens for specific people, they don't make it a secret that they don't believe in soulmates, that they don't wish to find their own-- not after what they've seen. A deeply protective nature is paramount to who they are, who they have always been, and it's only grown while in their service to the royal family.
Tanned skin brings out the silver quality of their hardened gray gaze. Standing at around 6'7", they're quite the imposing figure and don't try to be anything else. With a muscular physique, that's built for strength, they're normally seen within their armor-- you never know what could be coming after all.
Auburn hair brings out the cool undertone of their skin. Alexius keeps his hair short and Alessia keeps her to just past her shoulders, but she always has it in either a simple plait or a low ponytail.
๐Ÿ”ฑ Links ๐Ÿ”ฑ
DEMO (TBA)
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Delicious. ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿป
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Bro this is wild in the comments
the r/curatedtumblr -> tumblr migration is so funny to me. it's like going to the zoo and enjoying it so much you climb into the enclosure to live with the monkeys
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My mf post didn't repost ๐Ÿซ 
the tyrant (yandere series)
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๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : sukuna ryomen x reader
๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ: old time, power imbalance, peer pressure, slow-burn yandere, mentions of drug usage (safe and unsafe), dark, mature, infertility issues, body multilation, a minor character introduction (oc), food spiking, violence, etc.
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ: "you were the apple of sukuna's eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. the only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like how he did to you."
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๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ‘
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ’
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ“
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ”
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ”.๐Ÿ“
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ•
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ–
๐œ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ—
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Sweet precious child ๐Ÿ˜ญ
But that hand grip tho.
Also me in the stand:
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To add onto the y/n's agenda attack on Sukuna ๐Ÿ‘€ she really going for what she wants now.
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But little does y/n know what Sukuna already did for her. ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซ 
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