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yanaleese · 3 months

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◈ Love Me, Kidnap Me, and Love Me More ◈

Yandere! OC Karma x Calculative! Gender Neutral! MC

VER EN ESPAÑOL. MUY PRONTO

Synopsis: You put blood, sweat, and tears into your work. Little did you know, your secret admirer, Marka does it too.

Content warning: Yandere and literally anything that goes with it, violence, hypnosis (not on reader), drugs (implication), and yes there will be a Part 2

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Scores, talents, personas.

THESE are the factors that classify the education system. Although not immaculate, it serves its purpose - to send vulnerable people into the workforce, and devour them whole. Their livelihoods, their time, and the minuscule bits of energy left inside of them.

But there are some who are born with advantages, and some who have to work their ass off for it.

I, unfortunately, have the latter. Things don’t come easy, instant, or perfect. I am actually quite idle, I enjoy the freedom of gaining knowledge and insight. Uniquely, tried and tested knowledge that is critical for survival.

And that, is how I manage my late nights. By listening to “Advice to Survive” with its host, McGregory Callahan.

Back in the 60s, he was a CWO-4 Navy Seal officer, a rank given to an exclusive few. And now that he’s retired, he humbly shares his advice to the community, and showcases guests every now and then to keep the show alive. But majority prefers to listen to his voice, which I strongly agree with.

“And so, ladies and gents…” His voice was smooth and husky. “It’s time to sign off, folks. Stay safe, and always remember…” I chuckled, saying his closing lines with him.

“Live, not die, and try to survive. Thanks everyone.”

As the radio chipped off, the sun poured its rays into my window, as if the heat wasn’t enough. I groaned, my eyes leading me to my collection of “wake-up” capsules. Tempted, and deceived, I slithered my way over to it, dropping another 2 or 3 in my mouth.

I grumbled. Regret seeped into my veins, my body woozy and tense. Once again, I stayed up.

And of course, it happened to be a Monday morning; where I had a morning class. “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” I began stuffing my bag with my utensils, paperwork, snacks. I could never get used to this shit. “I hope nobody pisses me off for the rest of the day.”

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“The bell. Ugh, the damn bell. Never have I wanted to smash that thing into pieces.” You could barely make out the crowd, more or less. Not even your best friend’s face.

“Wait. You had a rough night…again?” Heidi glared, her eyes were practically glowing with concern.

“Maaaaaaybe.” You slurred, taking baby steps to your seat. “Good thing my seat mate is a quiet kid.”

Speak of the devil, Marka entered the room, his footfalls silent as he strolled to your direction. His timing was impeccable.

“Good morning, Marka.” You mumbled, your eyes not meeting his. Besides, there were no eyes thanks to his bangs.

“Heh…” In response, Marka gave an exciting grin, happily waving a good morning back to you. How he could be energized on a Monday morning, was a complete mystery to you.

Actually, a lot of him is shrouded in mystery. Or rather, in suspicion.

Other than the weird name, Marka was supposedly from the countryside of Honduras, Tegucigalpa. His parents were also from Honduras, and he worked as a pizza delivery driver, and stayed at a friend’s apartment for shelter, with the purpose of redoing college thrice to get a degree. While some of this is true, some of it didn’t add up.

For example, his idioms. Sometimes he would say “Puchica” , “Chero”, “Chivo” - and when I looked them all up, the common denominator was El Salvador. He said his parents came from Honduras, so how can this be true?

“[Y/N].”

Then him, being the pizza delivery driver. You don’t often order pizza, but you’ve never thought that pizza could smell so shitty. You could remember him rushing to one of your afternoon classes, and instead of smelling like oil and grease, he smelt like weed. What the fuck???

“Hello? [Y/N]?”

Plus, the fact that he is redoing the course a third time. And yet, every single exam he is perfectly scoring an average mark. He also ends before everyone else, as if he has all the time in the world.

That’s not normal.

Though you’ve never confronted Marka about this, you preferred to remain silent. Times are harsh, and you weren’t willing to stretch out a hand when you could barely help yourself.

But there is NO way that you’re befriending someone as suspicious as him.

“[Y/N]!!!” Heidi whisper-shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“[Y/N], please answer-“ Mr. Dimmy paused, clearing his throat. “Actually. On second thought, please see me after class. Thank you.”

You bit my lip, letting it bleed. Fuck. You spaced out again.

“Sir I-“

“No buts, no coconuts.”

While cursing yourself internally, you decided to take out your vent book out of your bag, only to be stopped by Mr. Dimmy once more.

“[Y/N]. Can you please answer the question on the board for me, please?”

Shit, you just opened your bag.

“Give me a moment-“

“[Y/N].”

Clenching your fists, you gave a plastic smile. It was understandable where he was coming from, since he didn’t want his star pupil to daydream for the second time.

“My bad, Sir. Hopefully I’ll get this right.”

As you were busy solving the equation, Marka decided to do you a favor and close up your bag. So by the time you came back, Marka grinned, hoping for a thanks to come out of it. But you decided to ignore the kind gesture, continuing to pay attention to the board. You had enough attention for one day.

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If there was one thing you loved, it was clocks. It was nice to know how the time passed, whether it was rapid or abnormally slow. And of course, it was slow.

“[Y/N], this has happened on multiple occasions.” Mr. Dimmy rubbed his temples, exhausted from having the same conversation with you. “We, as staff, made it clear that you can take days off.”

“I’m very sorry Sir, but I can’t do that-“

“[Y/N], enough with the excuses. You are not enough getting enough sleep, and it’s affecting your concentration.”

Scores, talents, personas: nothing on this conversation applied to that. Kindness was a pain in the ass.

“And so, I’m going to ask the dean to personally give you a suspension. A whole week suspension.”

You had to hold your tongue. Why do you have to do triple the work???

“Sir. I’m behind on what I need to cover. I’m begging you, please just let it slide.”

“But [Y/N], you are three weeks ahead. Taking a week off is enough right now. Trust me.”

You glanced at the clock. It was 9:47, the minute hand approximately reaching the next minute.

“If I see you Tuesday afternoon, I will personally escort you outside. That is all.”

Rubbing your eyes, you ran to the top of the stairs, before making yourself out. You couldn’t believe what just happened.

“[Y]-[Y/N]…” It was Heidi.

“Heidi. I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Text me later if you’re curious.” Your demands were quick and stern.

Poor Heidi snuggled her books, her expression shaping into pity and guilt. If only you could just take a break.

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“Giggles, after giggles. These fucking cuches don’t know when to quit it, don’t they?”

“Markaaaa…” She snorted, sounding exactly just like he called her: a pig. “Teach me a little Spanish, no?~ ❤️”

Marka shook his head, his face clearly showing discomfort.

“Come on, we wanna hear it! Maybe we can fuck it up, you know?”

Damn that Rico bastard. He never knew how to read a room.

“I said no.” Marka ran his fingers through his bangs, revealing the swirling darkness within his eyes. “Now learn to be good little shits, I’m in a bad mood.”

Immediately, the entire group stood completely still. Before seconds later, horrifying shrieks escaped people’s lips. Some froze in horror, sweating profusely. Others just ran away from Marka, while some fought with him. Luckily, thanks to his physique he could handle his attackers pretty clearly.

“Ha…shame…” He continued to hit Rico with every punch, starting to see blood oozing out of him. Marka couldn’t help but grin in sadistic glee. “This hypnosis is always pure luck for me.”

Grabbing the leg of one of his classmates. Marka twisted, fractured, and even jumped on her leg, which was perfectly in sync with his words.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Marka cursed out loud, growling in frustration. Every time he thought about you, the feeling wouldn’t go away. “I just wanted to do a good deed. Why. Won’t. They. Love. Me.”

Hearing the classmate’s sharp cry, Marka kicked the person away from him, heading to your locker. It was encased in a shitload of locks, all of them personally made by yourself. You knew how to be efficient and useful.

Too bad Marka knew lockpicking a bit too well. “It’s been a while since my last rejection…so let’s see what’s here now-“

With a clink, he guided his fingers to first few letters he made….only to find them….

Crushed.

“….”

He should’ve been used to this by now. The dust, the grime, the dead spiders. After finally getting a fresh new locker, it was understandable that you cleaned up the space.

But you didn’t. You decided to make your old locker your new dumpster bag instead - including his love letters.'

His scarred thumb clutched the pink envelope, or the crushed up ball that it was. He could remember the time he had to go off on business, missing college for an entire week. He had to stay low due to a shot out, which resulted him gaining a major injury in the shoulder and his left hand. He didn’t mind the injuries due to past experiences, but he was…depressed. Marka couldn’t see anyone, neither be online lest he got found out. It was a decision that both he and José made for his safety.

And so, to satiate his loneliness, he wrote to you. Even though his left hand was twitching in pain, he wrote. Even though his brain was telling him to stop because of the pain; he wrote. He wrote because he knew that you gave him the happiness, the hope that he needed for this world. Yes, you were flawed…but with each other, the two of you could heal one another’s scars. Right?

“….Ha….”

His hands shook in silent rage as dark droplets dropped on to the paper. I’m sure you didn’t know any better, it was simply a misunderstanding. Yes, yes - it was miscommunication.

It was understandable, since he didn’t make it clear. He didn’t flirt with you since it wasn’t your thing. I guess the letters weren’t either.

Maybe he’d have to try something…a bit more drastic.

“I need to know…do they love me…? Do they not? Maybe….”

Clutching the paper in his chest, he started chuckling to himself. No, grinning madly as he stared at the locker in front of him, his face contorted into something twisted and grotesque.

“Maybe it’s time I should pay your house a visit, hmm? ❤️~.”

NOTES:

Cuche = Means pig in Salvadorian slang. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ qᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ, ᴊᴏsᴇ́ ᴏʀ ʜᴇɪᴅɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ɪɴʙᴏx.

#karma #karma imagines #qc #karma lore??? not rly #i mean....I wouldn't say karma lore. Maybe Karma imagine?#yeah cause this relies on probability...so.#male yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere blog #yancore #yandere male #yande.re #yandere boy #yandere mafia #yandere x male darling #yandere x darling

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darkacua · 5 months

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Sometimes being from another world is difficult

I feel like everyone in Twisted Wonderland forgot that we don't have magic and come from a completely different world, and therefore we don't have (what I imagine others do have) the same immune system to magical attacks or illnesses…

Imagine that one day you just wake up almost on the verge of death and no one knows what the hell is happening to you. You have half the world looking for a reason why your body is so physically bad, Malleus is already calling the best doctors in the world because you can't die in front of him. Don't you see that he has an abandonment problem? a thousand types of tests to find out if you've been poisoned or something like that only to discover that no, you don't have a rare and new disease which can kill you.

You have the equivalent of the flu in your world, only you don't have the white blood cells necessary to fight the virus, nor do you have any vaccine from the magical world, so a poorly treated cold could kill you without anyone noticing.

You receive all your vaccinations as a small child along with a pamphlet about what illnesses are common at certain times of the year.

This also applies vice versa.

You accidentally sneezed in Ace's face and now you have to endure his immense complaints that you tried to kill him with your strange illnesses brought from your world.

Español bajo el corte

Siento que a todos en Twisted Wonderland se les olvido que no tenemos magia y venimos de un mundo completamente distinto, y que por lo tanto no tenemos (lo que yo me imagino que los demás si tienen) el mismo sistema inmunológico a ataques o enfermedades mágicas…

Imaginen que un día solo te despiertas casi al borde de la muerte y nadie sabe qué diablos te está pasando. Tienes a medio mundo buscando una razón por la cual tu cuerpo está tan mal físicamente, Malleus ya está llamando a los mejores doctores del mundo porque no puedes morir frente a él ¿Que acaso no ves que tiene un problema de abandono?, se te hacen mil tipos de pruebas para descubrir si has sido envenenado o algo por el estilo solo para descubrir que no, no tienes una enfermedad rara y nueva la cual puede acabar contigo.

Tienes el equivalente a una gripe en tu mundo, solo que tu no cuentas con los glóbulos blancos necesarios para pelear con el virus, tampoco tienes ninguna vacuna del mundo mágico por lo que un resfrío mal cuidado podría matarte sin que nadie se diera cuenta.

Recibes todas las vacunas como un niño pequeño junto con un panfleto de que enfermedades son comunes en ciertas épocas del año.

Esto también aplica en viceversa.

Accidentalmente le estornudaste a Ace en la cara y ahora tienes que soportar sus inmensas quejas de que intentaste matarlo con tus extrañas enfermedades traídas de tu mundo.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #twst yuu #ace trappola #twst ace #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst au #I can see the light and it's totally your fault MC #Oh come on #don't be a baby Ace

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 1 year

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Can we get some kind of immortal reader? (references to the "Forever" TV series, the "Ajin" anime, Deadpool himself with his quick regeneration. If you know the Danny Phantom cartoon, the reader can be like Phantom! reader and have two forms) Characters Yujiro, Bucky, Hanayama and maybe Doppo Orochi? (These guys have their own enemies who can take advantage of their S/O as a weakness.) And let's say they are first unaware of the reader's immortality and regeneration, and when the men see their partner "die," they are shocked, perhaps retaliate, and then see their partner get up with a groan, complaining of body pain

Situation: An immortal S/O / Un S/O inmortal

Character: Baki Hanma, Doppo Orochi, Kaoru Hanayama and Yujiro Hanma.

Baki Hanma.

To say that Baki is surprised is an understatement in this case, did the psychological impact of seeing his S/O die affect him to this degree?

He needs to sit down for a moment.

He would swear that he saw life leave the eyes of his beloved S/O, no, he was sure of it. It is impossible that he is wrong.

It's not the first time he's seen someone "come back from the dead" however, this is completely different. He's a little afraid to get close, like his S/O will disappear when he touches them.

He's cautious, he's happy that his beloved wasn't dead, it's just a lot to process.

Doppo Orochi.

He has seen so many things in his life, but still he is so surprised when he sees the S/O get up after a few minutes remaining inert in the same position.

Is he dreaming, perhaps?

His eyes are focused on following the movements of the person who stands in front of him. Alert.

He doesn't believe in zombies or anything like that, but mysteriously, he tried to keep a good distance for a while. Be patient, he is still analyzing the possibilities.

He finally approaches to make sure that the S/O is really fine, there are no open wounds or worrying bruises. He doesn't know if he's worried, but he's definitely glad they're alive.

Kaoru Hanayama.

He is probably holding his S/O when they rejoin, his hands stained with the blood of his S/O and the one responsible for their "death".

He holds his S/O's gaze for a moment.

He's having his partner searched from head to toe for something, whatever, it can't be possible that there isn't a single injury.

He doesn't believe when the doctor says it, even congratulating his S/O impressive health condition. He's asking them to run all the tests again.

He is confused, but relieved. He probably won't leave the hospital that day.

Yujiro Hanma.

Is his S/O alive? Good, so he won't have to carry his corpse or the idiot who almost killed them.

He scans his S/O from head to toe when they stand up, they look good to him. He asks them not to stay there and to move their legs, he already wants to leave.

Not an "Are you okay?" or "How is it possible?", nothing.

But he's curious, he's asking his S/O why they don't tell him about this ability that he has and if it's hereditary? It's in his DNA, isn't it? Well, it must be hereditary.

He's thinking so hard "how will it feel to fight someone who can't die?" that the S/O will be able to hear his thoughts as they walk beside him.

Versión en español.

Baki Hanma.

Decir que Baki está sorprendido es poco en este caso, ¿acaso el impacto psicológico de ver a su S/O morir le afecto hasta este grado?

Él necesita sentarse por un momento.

Juraría que vio la vida abandonar los ojos de su amado S/O, no, estaba seguro de ello. Es imposible que se esté equivocando.

No es la primera vez que vio a alguien "regresar de entre los muertos" sin embargo, esto es completamente diferente. Está un poco temeroso de acercarse, como si su S/O fuera a desaparecer cuando le toque.

Es cauteloso, esta feliz por el hecho de que su amada no estuviera muerta, es solo que es mucho para procesar.

Doppo Orochi.

Ha visto tantas cosas en su vida, pero aun así está tan sorprendido cuando ve al S/O incorporarse después de unos minutos de permanecer inerte en una misma posición.

¿Está soñando, acaso?

Sus ojos están concentrados en seguir los movimientos de la persona que se pone de pie frente a él. Alerta.

Él no cree en zombies ni nada parecido, pero misteriosamente, procuro mantener una buena distancia durante un rato. Sea paciente, aún está analizando las posibilidades.

Finalmente se acerca para cerciorarse que de verdad el S/O está bien, no hay heridas abiertas ni moretones preocupantes. No sabe si estar preocupado, pero definitivamente esta feliz de que esté con vida.

Kaoru Hanayama.

Probablemente este sosteniendo a su S/O cuando se reincorpora, sus manos manchadas de sangre de su S/O y del responsable de la "muerte".

Le sostiene la mirada a su S/O durante un momento.

Está haciendo que revisen a su pareja de pies a cabeza en busca de algo, lo que sea, no puede ser posible que no haya ni una sola herida.

No cree cuando el doctor lo dice, hasta felicitando al S/O por su impresionante condición de salud. Está pidiendo que hagan todas las pruebas otra vez.

Está confundido, pero aliviado. Probablemente no se marchen del hospital ese día.

Yujiro Hanma.

¿Su S/O está vivo? Bien, así no tendrá que cargar su cadáver ni del idiota que casi los mata.

Escanea a su S/O de pies a cabeza cuando se ponen de pie, se ven bien para él. Les pide que no se queden ahí y que muevan las piernas, ya quiere irse.

Ni un "¿Estás bien?" o "¿Cómo es posible?", nada.

Pero tiene curiosidad, está preguntándole a su S/O ¿por qué no le platica de esta habilidad que tiene y si es hereditaria? ¿Está en su ADN, no? Pues debe ser hereditario.

Está pensando tan fuerte "¿cómo se sentirá pelear contra alguien que no puede morir?" que su S/O será capaz de escuchar sus pensamientos mientras camina a su lado.

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emeraldpixels · 7 months

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TS4 Font Replacements… ¡¡Ahora en Español!!

Coming back from the void to say I've finally managed to make a font replacement mod that works in my game language, so I wanted to share it with all of you! Consider it a Simblreen gift 🖤

More info, pics, and download under the cut!

Vuelvo para decir que por fin logré hacer un mod de reemplazo de fuentes que funciona en mi juego, ¡Y quería compartirlo con todos ustedes! Considérenlo un regalo de Simblreen 🖤

¡Más información, fotos, y descarga bajo el corte!

Ever since the first font replacements by thepancake1 and MizoreYukii came out, I've wanted them in my game. The problem was, my game is in Spanish, so the accented letters didn't work properly. Since then, I've been searching high and low for a way to make them work and that finally happened when I found this other replacement by @moonwoodmillz and this tutorial by @vyxated

So I got to work and holy shit I actually did it, look how pretty it looks!!

Besides Spanish, this mod should work in all languages that use Latin alphabet 1. Yes, English too. Haven't tested it, tho.

There are two options, and as with all replacements, you can only pick one. Enjoy!

The original Sims 2 font: Download

and the Helveti Hand font: Download

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Desde que salieron los primeros reemplazos de fuentes de thepancake1 y MizoreYukii, los he querido en mi juego. El problema era que mi juego está en español, así que las letras acentuadas no funcionaban correctamente. Desde entonces, he estado buscando por todas partes una manera de hacer que funcionen y eso finalmente sucedió cuando encontré este otro reemplazo de @moonwoodmillz y este tutorial de @vyxated

Así que me puse manos a la obra y la verdad es que lo conseguí, miren que bonito se ve!

Además del español, este mod debería funcionar en todos los idiomas que usan el alfabeto latino 1. Sí, también en inglés. Aunque no lo he probado.

Hay dos opciones, y como con todos los reemplazos, sólo puedes elegir uno. Disfruten!

La fuente original de Los Sims 2: Descarga

y la fuente Helveti Hand: Descarga

@sssvitlanz @maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds @mmfinds @alwaysfreecc @public-ccfinds

#ts4 download #ts4 cc #ts4 font #ts4 default replacement #ts4 overrides

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justawritterwithideas · 1 year

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favorite student | s.r (+18-21)

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summary: after the arrival of a new semester, y/n decides to attend Professor Reid's classes and get to know him better.

warning: smut !?, oral sex (f rec), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, names, age gap, professor reid x student!reader, a lot of things I don't remember but yes, a lot of smut. (AAAAAAA)

spencer reid x female!reader

words: 3659 words.

a/n: hi! this is the first time I write something regarding Spencer, so I hope you like it. it should be noted that english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, sorry in advance. :c

planeo subir este mismo au en español, btw. <3

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There was a big difference between the students and Y/N when finals came around. While they were breaking their backs studying, trying to schedule a time with Professor Reid for consultations or to ask for help studying, Y/N was sitting on Spencer's lap, with her vanilla latte, listening as he asked her test questions so she could answer them correctly.

They weren't sure how that relationship had started, but they loved it, so much so that they had started seeing each other a couple of months after class for intensive sessions between the two of them.

The first time they met, Y/N was taking the course after transferring from one university to another after some problems. She was slowly settling in and was at a bit of a loss. In fact, she wasn't sure if she would be on time for her first class of the semester (and the only one that day). As she entered, the room was crowded, but that was normal for the start of the semester. She took a seat in the middle, seeing that a large portion of the people in attendance were girls of all ages. Y/N pulled out her notebook and listened, writing down the date while paying attention to other people's conversation.

"I heard that Professor Reid is quite strict, several have failed this class." one girl commented, speaking to the group of females around her. "There are some who take it a second time and even a third, but it's all worth it because they say he's very attractive and mysterious."

Y/N smiled in satisfaction, nodded at that fact about the way he worked and his attractiveness, which was a plus. She returned to her bubble of jotting down some information she had heard, especially of the content they would see when her ears sensed a commotion from the crowd. She looked up and, for the first time, saw him. Dressed in a dark suit, she wasn't sure if it was black or dark blue, a shirt of a similar shade and a misplaced tie, as well as wearing his hair slightly tousled and full of wild curls.

She already understood why the reaction and the fuss. But she wasn't for that, she was for studying and getting out early so she could practice in the working world. She shook her head, shaking off the thoughts that were invading her and noticed how he began to speak.

"I am Dr. Spencer Reid and I will be your professor this year, it is a pleasure to be able to teach this class for another year" he introduced that with a rather calm look, noticing each face. There were some familiar faces as well as others he remembered because they looked at him for a couple of seconds longer than usual during his walks in the hallways. "I see quite a few people, as well as familiar faces, so I hope it will be like this during the whole academic semester" his face drew an elongated smile, somewhat uncomfortable to then turn to the blackboard and start writing some things.

He began to speak some facts about himself, simple but vital facts to understand why he was absent from class, or his work schedule.

"Professor Reid?" A girl, looked older than Y/N raised her hand. "Yes?" replied Spencer back. "I wanted to ask you something more personal, I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, but I'm so curious…" Spencer turned to look at her and gave her the word to continue. "Are you single?"

The question took him by surprise, even more so coming from a student as young as she looked. He stared at her somewhat taken aback by her boldness, before responding with a positive answer for the fan girl the professor had.

"Yes, I'm single, why?" Hesitantly, he finished writing the questions from the first class while answering the students' more personal questions about his life.

Y/N didn't quite understand how it had become an interrogation, more so that they were wasting his time and considering the fact that, that class, was quite important to understand some things and complement the more important courses. After 15 minutes of waiting, Y/N got bored and raised her hand, catching the teacher's attention for being the quietest of the group of rowdy girls.

"Miss, come in." He said giving her the word, noticing her face. "I'm sorry I asked this professor, but are you going to start your class? It's been 15 minutes since they've started bombarding you with questions, and I don't think they'll stop so I preferred to interrupt you" perhaps she'd earned the hatred of her classmates for interrupting them the only way to save themself from that class, but there were several who were in her same situation. "The truth is, I think it's more necessary to know about how to better grasp and develop the area of profiling a criminal than it is to know why Professor Reid is single. No offense." Said the girl to then look at her professor, who was internally grateful that someone had cut that questioning session short.

A hubbub was heard from the girls, giving the young woman a few hateful looks, but in truth Y/N cared little, as she was studying to graduate, not to mess with a professor. Yet sometimes fate is cruel and returns your words in actions.

"Thank you, Miss…" Spencer paused so he could hear the name. "Y/N, Y/N L/N." The young woman gave him a smile without showing her teeth, turning her attention back to the board to write what was posted. "Well, let's get started before we waste any more time. I like punctuality, by the way, whoever is late will not be allowed to enter the class and the infraction will be placed, that's what the regulations say." After this, he began to speak in general by way of introduction, focusing on the material he wanted to get across. A couple of questions to see what level the students were handling before he could continue, but the group of girls only commented on the way their hands were moving.

"Okay, could someone tell me where the term criminology comes from? That's a pretty easy question." Reid listened to the silence, surprised at how no one raised their hand. "Okay… You, answer it." He pointed toward the girl sitting next to Y/N, who had inquired about her bachelorhood. "Hum! Well… It comes from…" the girl's rambling was enough for man to simply grimace. "It derives from the Latin criminis and the Greek logos, meaning the treatise or study of crime and crime-delinquent." Y/N replied aloud, lifting her gaze to look at the professor.

Their gazes connected, creating an electric shock between the two and a sincere smile tugged at Spencer's mouth, nodding at her answer.

"Good, Miss Y/N." He commented before returning to his explanation, managing to make the girl feel her body stir from that little interaction.

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After weeks, Y/N along with a couple of other kids had managed to answer Reid's questions. Not that Y/N was a teacher's pet, but she liked to answer and be corrected to help her learning, she was going to learn and not be afraid to make mistakes. She had also earned the hatred of Reid's crowd of girl fans, due to the preference that was starting to show on his part. Whenever Y/N didn't know the answer to something, he avoided asking her or asked her last choice; when she had questions, he let her consult until closing time if necessary; and even the times when she was late, he let her in and wrote her absence off as null, indicating on attendance that she had been there since the beginning of class. Not only that, but one could also notice a sexual tension growing between them. Every brush of their hands, every bump of their shoulders, every glance they connected, even the slight flirtation they both had when she answered an answer correctly, increased the tension that had begun to exist between the two of them. But that was wrong, it was unprofessional of them both. Even that little and nothing interested Reid.

Spencer saw Y/N as something beyond the word "student," he had begun to create an interest. Little details about her drew his attention away: how her hair fell gracefully in front of her eyes, how she bit the end of her pencil when she thought of what to write, how her bare legs showed off the skirts, how her lips glistened with that gloss and her body gave off that peaches-and-cream scent. Hypothetically, if they both came to have something it wasn't bad, they were both adults and fully aware of what was going on around them, but academically it was the most terrible thing that could happen. But one day, after a long intensive hour of studying prior to their exams, the class began to say goodbye to the young professor. Y/N was the last to gather her things, carrying a sheet with the finished exercises with her to Spencer's desk.

"Here you go, Professor Reid. That was a very interesting class." Shyly, the girl commented on that before she could wave goodbye and walk in the direction of the exit. "Miss L/N, wait." Reid called after her, causing the girl to turn and head in the direction of the man. "Yes, Professor?" Y/N watched the man's face, who looked quite intent on watching her from head to toe, even as he tried to disguise it. "I wanted to discuss some things with you about your essay, if you have a minute, may I?" Spencer waited for the girl's answer, who nodded approaching his desk.

The girl settled her backpack to the side on the floor, noticing how the man searched through his things for a folder and pulled out a document from it, which Y/N recognized as hers. Spencer began to read it, stopping near the end of the essay to look at the young woman.

"That's excellent work, Miss L/N. Compared to your classmates, you were able to develop what was asked of you without any problem" The female smiled, feeling a little warmth in her cheeks. "Thank you very much, Professor Reid." "Call me Spencer" the surprise from both of them filled the atmosphere, usually Spencer didn't have the audacity to make such risky moves and Y/N had never had this closeness with any professor. "I think your essay has the potential to be published in one of the university journals, I wanted to talk to you about the possibility of publishing it." The happiness of receiving that news was so much that even her own body couldn't control, which made her hug the man.

Reid had never been a man of much physical contact, in fact, he could count on the fingers of his hands the people he had hugged throughout his life. Besides being germophobic, this sort of thing was not entirely normal for him, but he didn't think it bothered him what the young student was doing. When Y/N became aware of the closeness, she pulled away in total embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I got carried away" the girl bit her lip, feeling her cheeks filling with blood. Spencer thought it looked absolutely adorable. "Don't worry, it's a normal thing that emotion produces, we can't handle what makes us feel that kind of feeling and unconsciously we do actions without thinking." The young woman raised her gaze, managing to make connection with the man's and give him a smile. The closeness of their bodies separated her by a couple of centimeters, but it seemed that neither of them was bothered by it at all. They were comfortable in this closeness, in how their breaths came together and the scent of the older man's expensive cologne wafted into the younger woman's nose. Their hands generated a gentle rubbing as they tried to rest on the table, again feeling that electric current take over their bodies.

"I-I… I shouldn't be so close to you." "Is there a problem with that?" "No, but it wouldn't look good at all if someone came in" Y/N could feel her legs wavering from the deep tone the man was starting to use with her as he spoke, so she tried to pull herself back. Spencer's hand unconsciously went to stop at the girl's lower back after seeing her stumble as she tried to get away from him, so the younger girl's hands stopped at Reid's broad chest. This was wrong, very wrong. They were both aware of it. Then why were they kissing? Their lips sought each other desperately, needily. Y/N's fingers clutched at his shirt, Spencer's hands gripped the other's hips. Hot and aimless to the madness they were doing, they decided to accept their fate.

The man held the girl to the table, pulling her up onto it to continue kissing her; every now and then they separated for air, but their bodies responded again to the hunger of being together. The girl's legs wrapped around the other's hips, forcing him between them and closer touch; Spencer's hands began to descend to Y/N's bare thighs, caressing her soft skin and slipping inside her. A moan escaped her mouth, momentarily halting the kiss between them. Spencer's touch was fire, making her insides melt and her stomach tingle, but it was beginning to make her desperate. Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, bringing their mouths back together and also bringing their tongues together, making it more intimate. Her small fingers went to the buttons of her own blouse, unbuttoning them a little so that she could show him a perfect view of her lacy purple bra, which showed off her cleavage perfectly.

"I see you're somewhat desperate" Spencer smiled, bringing his index finger to the exposed skin, moving down from the end of her neck to the beginning of her cleavage, grabbing the edge of the garment to pull her closer to him and bring their kissing lips together in another desperate kiss. This time, both hands began to massage the younger girl's breasts, squeezing and pinching the skin, listening to the moans that the other woman gave him. Quickly the bra released the boobs, as well as the girl's blouse. The older man's lips left the other's, devoting full time to Y/N's pink nipples. The atmosphere was filled with sighs, as well as the faint voice asking for more and more.

"Mhm, Spencer… T-They're so sensitive." Y/N bit her lower lip, arching her back as Spencer's wet tongue traversed that sensitive area. The girl's hand moved down to the growing bulge, stroking it shamelessly. "Easy, beautiful. We have time." Spencer's eyes peeled away from Y/N's tits, fixating on her naughty hand caressing him with such gusto; to give her good access, he let her undo the button of his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard cock. A couple of kisses had managed to get him as hard as a rock, but that wouldn't stop him. Their lips met again in a lustful kiss, Reid's long fingers twisted Y/N's hard nipples, and Y/N found himself jerking Spencer's cock up and down in a back and forth motion. After a couple of minutes of kissing, the right hander slipped between the female's legs, brushing his forefinger against the damp fabric of her panties.

"Shit, you're so wet and I haven't even done anything to you yet. I can't imagine what it's going to be like in there." A gasp escaped the younger girl's mouth, fixing her gaze on the man's dark one. "P-please, you don't know how long I've fantasized about having you like this. It's inevitable to be so wet, you're the culprit." The younger girl's ruddy lips were glossy, swollen and sticky from her lip gloss. "Have you wanted to be like this so badly, angel? You don't know how hard you get me high when you walk around in your skirt in front of me, I was desperate to know if your little pussy is as pink as your lips." "Check it out, professor. Check your theory" The skirt was lifted up to reveal that purple panty, marked by a wet spot that showed how wet it was at that instant.

Spencer didn't have much hesitation, instinctively dropping to his knees. A trail of kisses was marking its way down her inner thighs, making her sigh; slowly he moved closer to her most intimate area, her entire body shuddering from his presence. She could feel the other's lips kissing the wet area, before she felt the only garment separating them being slid down her legs to fall to the floor. Spencer lifted his gaze to connect with the other's, which nodded softly, giving him the permission he needed. The man didn't take long to dive between her folds, letting the tip of his tongue caress her sensitive clitoris; the girl's hands quickly grabbed his hair, tugging at it whenever the stimulation overtook her. The tongue traced a path from her clit to the beginning of her insides, moving in circles all over her passage, every now and then changing the way his tongue moved; catching her off guard, one of his fingers plunged inside her.

"You're so tight, princess. Just as I imagined, your little fingers aren't enough to satisfy you" A sigh escaped Spencer's mouth, feeling the girl's walls wrap around his index finger. He began to dip it in and out, taking a slow pace to get her used to it, more he couldn't hold off long because after a few minutes he dipped a second finger in; Y/N's head was pumping at 100 per hour, she felt her cheeks burn and her hips moved to the rhythm of the other's. "It feels so good, Spencer…" Her honeyed voice intoxicated Spencer's mind, who began to open his fingers, as if they were scissors. The girl's insides were beginning to adjust to the man, who was giving her unimaginable pleasure. But it was beginning to be insufficient, she was only enjoying herself so, again, she took the reins of the matter. Her trembling hand went to Reid's forehead, pushing him away from her pussy. Spencer gave her a confused look, but the girl motioned for him to get up, so he complied; she rejoined her lips with his, lowering her hand to the older man's cock, lining it up with her tight entrance and, with a thrust of her leg, forcing him to plunge it all the way in. A moan escaped from both of their mouths, feeling the tightness of the girl squeeze the hot cock.

"Shit, Y/N." It took him a second of realization before he could look at her face, noticing the missing condom. "Doll, the-" "Don't worry, Spence. I'm aware of the lack of it, I just wish it felt good, without a condom in between." He lacked an impulse to start moving, which took another half second for Spencer to take the initiative, feeling how tight the hot inside was tightening with each movement.

Y/N's nails dug into Spencer's biceps, leaving a couple of marks even though the skin wasn't fully exposed. The soft sound of the bumping of the skins came through, mingling with the girl's moans and the man's heavy breathing. The bubble they were both submerged in was impossible to break, if anyone were to enter, neither would most likely notice. Spencer's hips picked up speed, making sure he could give her as much pleasure as possible for both of them; Y/N stuck out her tongue, drawing the man's attention so she could kiss her, drowning out his moans between each kiss. The rocking at that speed was short-lived, as the increase was clear when the younger girl raised the sound of her moans.

"P-professor, I think I'm going to cum, mhm!" the junior's head fell back, stifling her moans as her lips tightened. Spencer had his gaze fixed on the younger girl, satisfied that her expressions showed his good work. "Do it, doll. I'll do it too." Y/N's innocent gaze met the older one's, who melted before her angel eyes. Climax soon announced itself, settling in the lower belly of both of them a ball of fire, ready to erupt. Y/N couldn't hold on much longer, feeling the orgasm take over her entire body; her body surged forward as she came, slamming her forehead against the older man's chest, letting her tremble from the intensity of it. Soon after, the glans was positioned on the girl's belly to stain it with his hot sperm.

The place fell silent, only the sound of their agitated breathing and the creaking of the wood could be heard. Y/N was the first to say something.

"Prof- Spencer, this is not correct, it cannot be repeated." "Absolutely not, it can't be."

The two shared a guilt-laden look, but their actions were not driven by it, letting their lips meet again.

After that encounter, every end of class, they both had their intensive to deepen the subject just passed.

Many times they had decided to end it, many times they ended up kissing after this stupid decision.

So they decided to make a deal. As long as what they had didn't affect their work or student development, they didn't see the point of ending it.

And of course it hadn't. Y/N had become the top student in the class, without raising any suspicions, and that was all that mattered to Spencer, after all.

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That's right, sex. 🫣 When I was translating I was reading the story, I really died with every interaction, I hope to keep writing little things like this.

please interact if you like it. ♡

bye. :D

#spencerreid #spencer reid x reader #professor reid x student!reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #agegap tw #+18 or +adult only #au fanfiction #au criminal minds #au spencer reid

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culturayortografia · 9 months

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Examen de antónimos. ¿Cuánto sabes sobre antónimos?

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#CUESTIONARIO DE ORTOGRAFÍA #Examen de ortografía #JUEGOS EDUCATIVOS #ORTOGRAFÍA #PREGUNTAS DE ORTOGRAFÍA CON RESPUESTAS #PRUEBA DE ORTOGRAFÍA #QUIZ DE ORTOGRAFIA #TEST DE ORTOGRAFÍA #TEST EN ESPAÑOL #TEST GRATIS #TEST ONLINE #TRIVIADELDIA

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lotus-pear · 3 months

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Hi! Couple statements

1. I would like to remind human beings and other spectating creatures that Kate Bush exists and you should listen to her

2. I’m sorry for the flood of notifs!! You were funny today ig. ALSO YOU WERE POSTING SHIT AN HOUR BEFORE I WOKE UP WHICH WAS AT FOUR AM TO STUDY SO I AM ACTIVELY SPEAKING OF MY DISAPPOINTMENT-

3. ¿Que tipo de español te enseñaron? Espero q no te hayan dado español de España… estaba visitando en noviembre y ese acento estuvo pegajoso pero not affectionately, yk? Como q, cuando volví a casa, fue raro escuchar el dialecto regular. Estoy escribiendo en español pq soy homofobica al francés. Anyways, momento de verdad, ¿cual gue la peor palabra que aprendiste a decir?

4. I meant to ask, what’s your take on that character design question you asked a while ago? What are the reasons for your favorites? And what attributes do you mainly like to keep in your own art style?

Aaaand that’s a wrap up of my drop in, stay safe kids, don’t do too many drugs, and don’t leave your math test early out of exhaustion like I did 😇😇

hi pookie!! ley me go through these one by one holdon

i have never heard of this woman in my life. but yes. go listen.

funny TODAY???? sry to infrom you but i'm ALWAYS funny in case u didn't know

homofóbico al francés estoy llorando LMFAO😭 aprendo español de américa latina pero también sé sobre "vosotros" aunque nunca lo usamos en clase....perooooooo prefiero español latinoamericano

wait character design?? be more specific bbg i forgot i made a post like that

#ALSO NOT THE MATH TEST LMFAO die cry hate math #feel better soon bestie #lotus’s asks

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luar-t · 1 year

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Puedo notar todo el daño que me generas indirectamente y solo me pregunto porque, porque te pienso y porque siento tanto, si no soy relevante para vos ni para tus intereses, como es posible sentir tanto por alguien que no le interesas…

TmT

#text tumblr #escritos #text post #my text #a veces escribo #cosas que escribo #imagenes tumblr #escrituras #text test #text #citas en español #frases sad

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many-shades-of-violence · 2 years

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en español por favor

warnings: nsfw, teacher-student relationship, power play, size kink, doffy

requested by: @dressroba

pairing: Teacher! Donquixote Doflamingo x f! Reader

word count: 5k

a/n: Thanks for the request, love. Always happy to write for you. Hope you enjoy! <3

Despite what many adults liked to say, life as a student wasn't always easy. Especially in the case of poor you, this fact couldn't be truer at the time being. With the approaching campus festival, which you eagerly participated in organizing with a few other student faculty members, you already had enough on your plate, but unfortunately as with every semester, the final exams came closer by the second, just a second still looming far away in the shadow, but now closer than ever. Sadly, for you, this also meant that you once again had to face your absolute nemesis: Spanish.

While you actually were not a bad student per se, always very eager and fast at learning, since the change of your Spanish teacher at the start of last winter semester, it seemed incredibly difficult for you, to score any points in the subject your beloved old teacher, Mr. Corazon had tried teaching you so wholeheartedly. And that was all because of the fact hat he had broke a leg on ski vacation, needing a replacement for the rest of the quartal, bringing you into your current situation.

Gone were the pleasant hours full of fun educational and pedagogic worthwhile sessions that slowly but steadily brought you to the goal of speaking Spanish. Instead, you had to endure several times a week classes, which you had to almost force yourself into, since no other than possible Satan himself, had started teaching your class: Doflamingo Donquixote. Or how the class -besides that jokster Luffy, calling him Mingo- addressed him, Mr. Donquixote.

In fact, the tall man was not a bad teacher at all, quite the contrary as he was introduced to you by your director Mr. Sengoku, as one of the best educators from the country of Dressrosa. Still, you had great problems following his lessons, not because you couldn´t understand them, but for the simple fact that you were incredibly swooned by him, always needing you´re full concentration to not form any improper thoughts while in class. The fact that he always looked at you expectantly with his idiotic sunglasses, a smile on his lips, broadening his already handsome features even more, as soon as your gazes met, didn't make any of this better. And so, over the last weeks, your notes had slipped into the basement, always more concentrated on containing the wetness between your legs, than to be able to follow every word of Spanish that fell from his plump lips.

Now, most would certainly think that you still had your written achievements, but the thing was, that no matter how much you studied and no matter how well the material sat in your head, not a single word found its way out of your head onto the paper in front of your nose, to squeamish from the way he watched the class, pouncing like a predator on students like Usopp or Bartolomeaus when they tried to get a good look on their neighbors test.

And that was the situation you also found yourself in right now.

Sweat beaded along your forehead, the hot midday sun shining right through the large class window, shining into the room you were currently residing in, trying you´re best to remember what you had learned over the last few days. Nervously, you clicked on a mechanical pencil from time to time, biting your lip, when the letters just blurred in front of you.

Just as you were hopefully about to write a sentence on the page in front of you, a well to known deep baritone voice rang out, snapping you out of your thoughts, making you sit up straight as a candle in your chair. "Time is up. Please put down your pens and hand me your paper one by one on your way out." With one last panicked glance at the almost completely blank test sheet in front of you, swallowed nervously, tears nearly pricking your eyes from the once again shameful situation you found yourself in, while looking at the clock hanging atop the green chalkboard, the clock hands mockingly showing you the time: 16:00.

Just as you were about to turn your gaze back to your sheet a last pitiful time, your e/c eyes met no others, than those of your teacher, Mr. Donquixote. Well, if they weren´t hidden under his glasses that is. An icy chill ran down your spine as he gave you a horrifying smile, a small wince piping up in your lungs.

Before you knew it, your pen fell out of your hand onto the floor. Irritated, you looked down at the floor, dumbfounded that you had let your grip gone loose. Just as you were about to reach for the scuffed thing, your hand collided with that of someone else. "Ah, sorry y/n-ya. Here's your pencil." Your gaze met a pair of cool and calculated gray eyes. "Ah, thank you Law!" you uttered a bit embarrassed, carefully scratching at your cheek as you took the pen from your counterpart's strong hand.

"No worries." He flashed you a small smile, while he organized the perfectly filled out sheets in front of him. "So how was the test for you?" Interested, his gaze shifted back over to you, a quick flick to your blank paper already giving him enough of an answer, mentally face palming himself a bit for the question. "Well..." you gulped, the droning shuffling of chairs resounding in the background. "Let's talk about yours instead!” you chuckle emberassed, turning your sheet around. The fact that Law, top student of the class, had already seen it, was worse enough.

“Seems like you did great! But that´s expected of you I guess" you laughed.

"I wouldn't call it super, but it was okay. In the end it doesn´t really matter anyway. Doesn´t bring me far as a doctor.", he shrugged, suddenly stiffening a bit as he realized how insensitive his comment was. "Ah, sorry y/n-ya. Listen, if it helps you, we can always study Spanish together?" Just as Law was posing his question, a hoping look on his face, he was interrupted by the voice of Mr. Donquixote. "Trafalgar, l/n. Your tests. Now"

Startled, your eyes widen, your gaze quickly darting forward, only to look up at your blonde teacher's giving you a serious glance. Law only groaned in annoyance and stepped forward quickly, taking your test with him in a quick motion. Defiantly, he thrusts the assembled papers, into your tall teachers stretched out hand, a sardonic grin on his lips, when the blonde grips them.

"Here you go. I'm really looking forward to your correction.” “Don´t get so cocky Trafalgar.” The older man replies with a smirk on his face, as Law turned on the tip of his boots, walking back to his seat beside you to retrieve his bag. It did not escape your notice how your teacher's brow furrow, when he skimmed through the papers with his long thing fingers, a grim look on his face when he looked at, what you supposedly thought, was your test.

However, you didn´t have much more time to ogle his reaction, because of Law asking you a question. "So what do you say, y/n-ya? We could study at my place this weekend? You could also help me with History. I heard you´re really acing Mr. Crocodiles lessons." A smile spread across your own lips, grateful for the help he offered. "Thanks Law, you're a lifesaver! I would really like -"

"y/n? Do you have a minute? We need to discuss something." This time it was you who was cut off from your teacher’s voice. You stopped mid-sentence, an icy chill running down your spine when you heard him say your name. Panicked, you looked at Law, who only clenched his teeth disapprovingly, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Well, I guess, we can talk more about this later." You nodded nervously at him, before he gave you an encouraging smile. "See you later then, y/n-ya. Don´t let him get to you too much. Spanish isn´t even your major.” A sigh left your soft lips as you turned to your teacher, dismissing Law with a weak hand wave. As much as Law was right with his assumptions most of the time, you weren't too sure if he was right this time.

"So y/n. Can you explain to me what, this is?" With a definite grip, the tall blonde Infront of you held your test in his tanned hand, the blank pages staring mockingly back at you. "My test, sir?" you stammered out, hands clamming anxiously when you realize how cocky that sounded. "I'm aware of that, smartass." he looked back at you fiercely, his sunglasses glaring at you admonishingly. "It´s blank. You didn´t even write your name on it."

A strained vein formed on his forehead as he pointed his index finger at the empty space, where you should have written your name. "Well…” uncertainly dodge his searching gaze. He sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly. “This won´t do.” You gulp, unsure what to expect. “According to the notes I received, you weren't this bad last semester…." “I guess, you´re right about that, sir…” you reply awkwardly.

„Then tell me. Why is it, that your grades drop all of a sudden, as soon as I start teaching you?” You stifle a gasp, sweat appearing on your neck, from his taunting tone. If you didn´t know it better, you could swear he was seeing right through you. And somehow, that turned you stupidly on.

“Are you having problems outside of your studies? You surely would confide in one of your many teachers, right?" He muses, the worried tone in his voice making butterflies bubble up in your belly. Your quick to negate him, raising your hand defensively. "No, no it's not like that!" "Then tell me.” He looks firmly at you. “Obviously you didn´t fall on your head, when I hear from teachers like Mr. Crocodile, how engaged you are in his lessons.”

Again, you dodged his searching gaze, not missing how annoyance spreads over his devilish handsome features. “Or are you that focused on enjoying Trafalgar swooning over you like a lovesick puppy in my class?!” With a venomous tone he snarls at you, the crude smile on his face spreading even further to show you his pearly white teeth.

Heat rushes to your checks, at his words, shocked from the revelation, dismissing his thesis with all you´ve got. "No! No! It's not like that, sir! Law and I are just friends." He starts to laugh at this, seemingly enjoying your reaction. “Fufufu, how cute.” You look at him surprised. “Cute?” you say once more, scratching your neck embarrassed.

He ignores you completely, one hand wrapping around his chin in a state of wonder. "But then, I still don't have an answer why your Spanish grades slipped so much from the moment I took over this class.” You look to the ground, the fact that he was mulling his thoughts over loudly, nearly made you wish to sink into the ground at this moment. For a brief second, he stops. Just when you try to look up, wondering what made him stop, you meet his gaze once again, everything nearly falling out of your face when you see the amused grin, he gives you. Your stomach drops when the next few words spill from his lips.

"Do I make you that nervous, birdie?"

For a brief second, time seemed to stand still. Transfixed, you looked at your teacher with your mouth open, unable to comprehend what he had just said. "Excuse me?!" “I think you heard just right. You know, it annoys me greatly that a clever little head like you, is not able to unfold its full potential under my wings, because you´re so busy ogling me at every free second you get.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, trying to find any counter argument, to his, but failing horribly due to your throat suddenly being all dry. You startle when he starts to laugh once again. “Fufufu, so I am right.” Your eyes widen in horror, when a gentle yet firm reprimanding hand settles under your chin, making you see straight at him. “How dumb of me to worry about you´re wellbeing. You´re just a naughty little bird.”

You gulp, not able to form any cohesive words, the way heat pools around your legs while Doflamingo has his hands around your chin, nearly making you faint. “If that´s the case, how would it be, if we make a deal?” “A-A deal?!” you wince quietly, not ready for what´s to come next.

“I'm making you an offer. You know, being the gracious teacher I am, I'd hate to see one of my beloved students fail their exams. So, I´m going to tutor you, until your grades get better. Under one condition that is. After all, nothing in life is free~” He looks at you wickedly, a predatory spreading over his features.

“And that would be?” you ask quivering, already having a faint idea what he would say. “For every time I tutor you, you´ll give yourself to me. Since you clearly have something going on for me, you can even see it as a win-win, for you.”

For a second, you look speechless at him, to shocked by his proposal. Then, not a few moments later you nod, a shy “Deal.” leaving your lips, not thinking once about the dangerous implications, this whole deal held for you, as well for him, you´re reasonable voice being gone too long for his overall looming presence.

He clapped his hands enthusiastically. "Fufufu, a smart decision. I expected nothing less of you, my dear.” He slowly moves closer towards you, his other hand finding it´s way to your side.

"What do we do, if someone finds out?!" you stammered, trying with all your might to suppress the heat in your cheeks. "Oh, don´t worry you´re pretty little head about that. I´m the one who´ll be in devils’ kitchen anyway if that would happen, so just let this be my worry.” With dilated pupils you looked at him, caught like a deer in the light of a headlight, your heartbeat pulsing so loudly you thought he could hear it too. "In the meantime, see it as our little secret.” You shudder when he lowers himself near your ear.

"Though, with the way you look at me in class, like a love-drunk schoolgirl, you really need to learn to contain yourself a bit more. I´m still wondering how Trafalgar even thinks he got a chance with you, when you so clearly want me.” Too embarrassed to answer, you look on the ground, the constant pulsing between your legs making it incredibly difficult for you to think properly.

You avoid his gaze for a moment, but when he calls your name just a few seconds after, you can´t do anything else but look up at him, entranced by how close he is to you, realizing the sweet smell of his perfume in your nose.

The moment you set sight on his pink lips it´s over for you, the last bit of fight your morale self could muster, crumbling underneath you. For a second, the entire room is silent. Only the soft inhale and exhale of your breath can be heard. Then you do what you've only dreamed of doing until now.

You overcome the last centimeters and reach for his lips with your own. The blond man waits not a second longer to greedily devour your lips, strong hands gripping tightly at your side, searching along the hem of your top for a way to reach the skin beneath.

You gasp out, a low moan falling from your lips as you let yourself fall into the hot kiss. Doflamingo doesn't miss this chance and slips his tongue into your mouth. A small cry escapes you when you feel a cold metal bar touch your sensitive muscle. A tongue piercing?!, you gasp exited, trying to find contact with the cold metal again, earning a warning groan from your smug exploration.

With not much room for discussion about who was the one to be dominated in this, you quickly let the tall man take his lead again, the whole situation reeking even more of a disgustingly sick and twisted power play dynamic than ever before. You moaned into the kiss hungrily, the heat in your core throbbing lewdly at the way your tongues danced with each other, the tension that had built up in you since you first saw him, finally being able to unload itself. You quivered when your teachers’ hands found themselves around your butt, thing long fingers moving precisely to grope your ass.

You only break the kiss of to get some fresh air in your lungs, shuddering when you her Doflamingo groan lewdly into your ear. “God, I´ve waited so fucking long to get a chance for this. You can´t imagine how much I want to fuck you right now.” Though actually, you could imagine it quite well, due to the way his cock pressed obscenely against you, the bulge in his black dress pants not letting room for much imagination. He grins at you, relishing in the way you look down, your mouth forming a surprised “O”. “Anticipating much?”, the blonde chuckles. You can only nod, before he hoists you up and sets you one of the many tables in the classroom, hands roaming greedily over your body, leaving no spot untouched.

You can only moan at the many sensations you feel. Only having a few sexual interactions, the determined and experienced way of Doflamingo handling you nearly made you dizzy. Your teacher seems to notice this, because in-between your exchange of sloppy kisses, he suddenly pauses gazing at you calculating. “With the smitten way you look at me in class I can´t imagine it, but you´re not a virgin, are you?” You shake your head, hands roaming along his chest. “Only been quite some time.”

You´re quite surprised when he starts to pepper your neck with kisses, feeling him grin wickedly when he finds a spot that you´re especially sensitive at, his longue pierced tongue dragging over it torturingly slow. “A pretty thing like you? Really? Man, those college kids today really don´t know shit.”, you moan loudly, when he bites into you, sucking on you as if to prove a point.

“You´ve made a good choice saying yes to this. You won´t regret it.” You smile weakly, an amused “And here I thought this was about me getting better at Spanish.”, immediately regretting what you said when he grinds his clothed dick at your groin, one hand gripping your thighs dangerously. “Oh, don´t worry birdie. After we´re done here, I´m gonna teach you so much Spanish that you can only think in that language, next time we fuck.” You shudder at his hard choice of words, once again realizing what you just led yourself into.

You´re attention gets quickly pulled back to the present though, when Doflamingo reaches inside your pants, slowly pulling them down together with your underwear. He hums appreciatively when his eyes fall onto your sex, not missing a moment to reach between your folds. “Fufufu, you dirty little thing. Already dripping for me. And just because of some kisses.” “Please don´t tease me!” you cry out, trying to suppress a shudder when he plunges one finger inside you, not waiting much to curl it inside you, while his thumb starts to rub your clit.

You moan from the way he pleasures you, his experienced method being so foreign yet rewarding, that you quickly understand, why you´re best friend always liked to tell you, that “older men are the shit!”. You´re so much in thought, that you don´t even register how Doflamingo looms over you, entering another finger into you. You spread your legs automatically, hips bucking against his fingers, to find even more stimulation, when es scissors you open with quick decisive motions.

The time Doflamingo enters a third finger into you, marks the point, where you´re body reaches it´s first breaking point, the impulses you receive making you so hazy that the cord inside your abdomen snaps, your orgasm rushing over you in a hazed state. You´re attention only gets pulled back to reality when Doflamingo pulls his fingers out of you with a deep husky groan, looking at his hand with a dirty grin. “Now look at this. The little minx squirted on me.” He locks his eyes with you, his lips curling into a deadly smile, while he holds his wet coated hand up for you to see.

You blush madly, when he starts to lick your juices of his hand, not breaking eye contact with you. “D-Don´t!” you cry out embarrassed, nearly chocking when he flashes you his pearly white teeth. “And deny me such a delicious treat? You´re so silly. But I guess that just proves my pont that you can be glad, an older guy likes me shows you how it´s really done.”

You gulp at this, watching him lick the last drops of your cum from his hand, before plunging his mouth back on yours. You grimace a bit at the taste of yourself on your lips, but quickly forget it, when you hear the noise of metal clunking to the ground. Just a few seconds later, Doflamingo breaks the kiss off, pulling his dress pants down with a quick grip, showing you his long veiny cock.

You gasp at his action, more wetness pooling between your legs, when you see his sex in all his erected glory. “That won´t fit!” you gasp, a cruel mixture of fear and excitement bubbling in your belly. “Oh, it will, don´t you worry, love.”, he muses, pushing you down on the table you were resting on. “If not, I´m gonna make it fit.” You shudder at this, eyes widening in exitement. “Now, be a good little student and spread your legs for me.” As if your body moves on it´s on, you hear on his command, heat once again building up inside you, from the way he orders you around.

“Fufufu, didn´t expect my sweet little misfit to be so obedient. How cute. And here I thought I would have a much rougher time with educating you.” Gripping one of your thighs to hold you in place, Doflamingo hoists himself near your entrance. Just when his leaky pink tip nestles itself at your folds, his other hand wraps himself around your hip, stopping only for a moment, to look you once again dead in the eyes, his smile not once faltering from his features.

“Ready to get addicted?”

You just have enough time to nod, before he sheets himself into you, a pleased groan spilling from his lips, when your velvety insides suck him deep into you. You swear you could nearly faint, when he groans sexily into your ear, hands gripping flush around your hips to plunge himself as deep as he can into you. You gasp, at the delicious burn inside you.

“Told you it can fit. Well, we still got some ways to go, but I´m not a monster and force you to take it up the hilt at the first time.” He grins, stroking gently through your locks. A gentle yet in the end avid motion. “I don´t think this will ever fit without me tearing...” you stutter out, nails scratching into the back of his dress shirt, trying to get used to his grith. “Oh, you´ll see. You´ll be begging for more quicker than you´ll have this semesters grammar in your sweet little brain.”

“I don´t know if that´s a good thing though.”, you moan, moving your hips a little, making the man above you shudder. “Fufufu, depends on the perspective.”, he retorts, slowly starting to move inside you. Before you know it, Doflamingo had set for a rhythmic pace, fucking you into the table. A pleased moan escaped you, when the pad of his thumb finds back to your clit, drawing agonizingly slow circles, each time, sending small new shocks through your whole body.

You try to steady yourself but fail miserably because of the way he has locked you onto the table. You shimmy a bit uncomfortably, finally setting back on your forearms, but suddenly being hoisted up under your arms. “If you´re uncomfortable, just say so, stupid.” You´re once again surprised at the blonde’s forwardness, easily letting you be manhandled in the process, when he hoists his strong arms around you, pressing you against the nearest wall.

“Better?” You nod at him, thankful for his advances, wrapping your legs around him, as not to get accidentally impaled. He grins at your action, moving even closer to you, before starting once again to slide himself in and out of your dripping wet cunt. “Fuck, you´re sucking me up. You poor thing really wanted me bad, huh?” Doflamingo groans, fingers digging deeper into your plush thighs.

You nod, a low moan rippling from your lungs when he hits a sensitive spot. “Fufufu, well good that Teacher´s here to care for his little student.” Incredibly turned on from his dirty talk, your wall contract around him, urging Doflamingo to snap his hips even more into you.

“F-Fuck, Mr. Donqu-…” “Don´t you dare call me like that, when I´m balls deep into you.” You get interrupted from his venomous voice. “When we´re like this, I´m Doffy. Got it?” You nod once again in agreement, only being able to moan as an answer from the stimulation you feel. “Fufufu, how obedient you are. That really needs to be rewarded.” He grins, licking his thumb, before plunging it back at your red swollen clit, begging for more release.

It doesn´t take more than a few quick swipes for you to come a second time, this time coating Doffys cock with your sweet nectar. “D-Doffy!” He groans pleased, at the feeling of your plush insides contracting and moistening around him, the way you moan his name, bringing him over the edge himself. He´s quick to pull himself out of you, setting you back down to the ground, quickly tugging his pants back on, a devilish smirk on his lips, when he sees his cum starting to leak down your naked legs.

Absoluetly fucked out and still in your post orgasm state, you stand there, trying to comprehend what just happened. The moment you meet your teachers’ eyes, you start to register what just happened.

“So, what do we do now?” you ask him, voice coarse and dry from all the moaning, slowly pulling your pants back up. “Isn´t that obvious? We still need to get that syllabus in your pretty little brain.” Dumbfounded you look at him, still way to fucked out to form a cohesive thought. “I need to get cleaned up and buy a coffee first.”

He grins devilishly at you. “En español por favor!”

“Doffy!”

This man would be your death. You were sure of it.

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This story originally appeared on WIRED en Español, and has been translated from Spanish.

At 6 pm, after a long day at work and with her children out of the house, Tania (not her real name) takes four pills and waits for them to melt under her tongue. Six hours later, the pills having dissolved and dispersed through her body, she begins to expel blood clots that she doesn’t look at. She bleeds, but she was told that this could be normal; her belly is in great pain, but she was also told that this would be normal. She cries in the darkness of her room in San Diego. She is afraid to be alone.

The pills that Tania took traveled amid the more than 90,000 people who cross the border every day between Tijuana, in Mexico, and San Diego. At the world’s busiest border crossing, the lines can stretch for blocks. People pass by hostile immigration officers searching for “illegals” among the thousands making the journey. Hidden in a suitcase are boxes of mifepristone and misoprostol, two abortifacients used in conjunction with one another. When Tania took them, she put them under her tongue to speed up the effect, as she was instructed. Mifepristone stops the production of progesterone, while misoprostol, which was originally indicated to treat ulcers, causes contractions and bleeding similar to a miscarriage.

“I called a friend who lives in Tijuana. I was desperate, and she put me in touch with an organization there. Within 24 hours I had the pills in my hands. They brought them to San Diego, and since I was scared because I had never been through anything like that, they followed up and were with me through the entire process.”

Tania had an abortion in April 2022, two months before the US Supreme Court handed down the Dobbs decision that overturned Roe v. Wade and returned the power to regulate abortion to state governments. She found out she was pregnant thanks to a home test. The father was her ex-boyfriend, a drug trafficker from the Nueva Italia cartel in Michoacán, with whom she had been in a relationship for a little over a year. She immediately knew she would not be able to carry the pregnancy to term. “I had found out that he was involved [with the cartels] shortly before the pregnancy—not because he told me, but because one day the DEA came to our house. I made the decision because things weren’t going well with him, and why would I bring a child into the world to live a life of deprivation and suffering?”

Her relationship wasn’t the only thing holding her back from becoming a parent. Tania moved to San Diego from Mexico in 2017. She was 32 years old and already had three children. Her long days started at 4 am and were split between two restaurants where she worked as a waitress while also having all the responsibilities of being a single mother. In the two clinics she attended, she encountered barriers when she attempted to pursue an abortion. The first, a Catholic clinic, gave her an unsurprising answer: “They told me that I was too old and that since I had already had three children, I could have another one.” The second, the Family Health Center in San Diego, asked her to come back in four weeks. At that point she would be 13 weeks pregnant and she feared that, by then, the procedure would be more complicated.

Looking for Help Beyond the Border

When Tania started to search for other options, she found Las Bloodys, one of 17 Mexican feminist organizations that are part of a cross-border network assisting women in the United States who need an abortion. The network was established by Veronica Cruz, founder of Las Libres, another feminist organization that was created in 2000 in response to a law restricting abortion that was passed in the Mexican state of Guanajuato. It prohibited abortion in all cases, regardless of the circumstances of the pregnancy.

Cruz has long been focused on preparing for the possibility that Roe v. Wade might be overturned. The landmark US Supreme Court ruling in 1973 in favor of plaintiff Norma McCorvey (using the pseudonym Jane Roe) recognized a woman’s constitutional right to terminate a pregnancy in the United States.

Cruz is a veteran abortion escort, as the people who help others navigate the abortion process are called. The job of an escort is to assure that patients have access to abortion services while also providing emotional support and a calming reassurance during a difficult moment.

“From my perspective, Guanajuato was worse than Texas,” Cruz says. She is a serious woman with a strong character who has dedicated more than two decades of her life to challenging laws promulgated by Mexico’s conservative right.

At the same time that the US Supreme Court was making it easier for states to limit abortion rights, Mexico has been expanding reproductive rights. In 2021, the country’s supreme court abolished criminal penalties against women who receive abortions. Two years later, abortion was decriminalized in Mexico at the federal level. The country now offers an alternative for women in the United States unable to seek an abortion at home.Cruz's idea was to prepare for the growing rumors about the cancellation of the jurisprudential effect of Roe v. Wade. This is the landmark U.S. Supreme Court ruling in favor of Norma McCorvey (under the pseudonym Jane Roe), which recognized, in 1973, a woman's right to terminate a pregnancy in the United States.

The annulment of the Roe v. Wade case in the United States, in 2022, coincided with the progress Mexico was making in terms of reproductive rights. In the latter country, in 2021, it had been determined that no woman could go to jail for having an abortion. But it was in September 2023, when the Supreme Court decriminalized abortion at the federal level, that the country became the hope for women seeking to escape a judicial decision that had made abortions in the United States unprotected.

Data from Customs and Border Protection reportedly indicate that, since September 2023, the number of women traveling to Mexico for abortions has increased by 42 percent. At the same time, according to a study conducted by Planned Parenthood and Resound Research for Reproductive Health, more than 64,000 pregnancies have occurred in states that have passed total bans.

Mexican Organizations Focused on Women Everywhere

In the months prior to Dobbs, Las Libres began to ship abortion drugs across the border. Initially they thought they would only work with women in Texas, a border state with a huge Hispanic population. But gradually requests began to come in from other states—Oklahoma, Ohio, Florida and elsewhere. By the time the 2022 decision was announced, the Cross Border Network was already in place and was moving abortion drugs across the border with ease.

From June to December 2023, Las Libres delivered more than 1,700 abortion medication kits to women in the United States. These kits include mifepristone, misoprostol, sanitary pads, ibuprofen, tea, and anti-nausea medication. In total, Las Libres has assisted more than 10,000 women thanks to more than 300 volunteers who help to distribute the kits.

“Most of the women are Latin American or African American. We have seen many who are Dreamers or the daughters of Dreamers and some who are undocumented. We have also worked with trans men,” says Paola Fernandez, a member of Las Libres, discussing the demographics of the community they serve.

Las Libres is the not the only organization that has seen an increase in the number of women from the United States seeking help to get an abortion. Necesito Abortar, founded by Sandra Cardona, has become one of the best known networks for abortions in Mexico, especially for women coming from abroad.

The name of the network (which translates as “I need an abortion”) was inspired by a Google search strategy. “What would a woman search for on Google if she needs an abortion?” they asked themselves. And the idea worked. It is one of the first results returned by the search engine.

“The first year we changed the name to Necesito Abortar, Mexico because we were receiving inquiries from as far away as Angola,” Cardona says jokingly, although it isn’t entirely an exaggeration. She shares that La Abortería, the name both for the organization’s online activities providing abortion information and a physical clinic in the northern Mexican state of Nuevo León that provides abortion services, has helped women from around the world who are seeking to terminate pregnancies.

Since its founding in December 2016, La Abortería assists any woman who requests help. It has one rule: no questions asked. Initially most of their cases were either from Monterrey (in northern Mexico) or Central American migrants, many of them women who had been raped at the border. Over time women from all over the world began to arrive. And among them some from the United States. Las Libres have not been the only ones who have seen an increase in the number of abortion cases they attend from the United States. "La Abortería", the physical space of the "Necesito Abortar" network, founded by Sandra Cardona, has become one of the best known networks for abortions in Mexico, especially for women coming from abroad.

“We have been helping women from the United States for more than two years. The 21 escorts in the network receive up to 600 women a month, 40 percent of whom are migrants. After Roe v. Wade was overturned, I believe we have been serving 1,000 women a month," she says. By the end of 2023, approximately 400 women per month were coming from the United States alone.

During the hour and a half that the interview lasted, the screen of Cardona’s smartwatch kept flashing almost endlessly with messenger notifications. All were asking, in different variations, the same question, “How can I get an abortion?” In another room at La Abortería, a woman was having an abortion as we talked.

The Fight North of the Border

Anna Hochkammer is clear about her goal: to decriminalize abortion in Florida. It sounds like an impossible challenge. Florida has emerged as a Republican stronghold and increasingly one of the most conservative states in the country. Hochkammer is a councilmember in the village of Pinecrest, an upper-middle-class community south of Miami with a population of 18,000 people. She is also executive director of Florida Women’s Freedom Coalition and she believes that there are good odds that abortion rights will be reinstated in Florida. It is a cause that she sees uniting many Republicans and Democrats.

Together with Floridians Protecting Freedom, Hochkammer and her team are calling for an amendment that would make it unconstitutional to pass legislation limiting access to abortion prior to viability or when necessary for a patient’s health. A total of 890,000 signatures are needed to get this initiative on the November 2024 general election ballot.

“The initiative we’ve proposed is supported by 70 percent of Floridians and more than 60 percent of Republicans support it; even 57 percent of people who self-identify as Trump supporters agree with what the initiative’s language,” she explains. These numbers are consistent with polls that say more than half of Americans approve of access to abortion in all or most cases.

Florida, which has banned abortions after 15 weeks, is one of 21 states that have introduced restrictions on abortion rights since Roe v. Wade was overturned. Some of Florida’s neighbors have gone even further: In Mississippi and Alabama, abortion has been banned almost completely, and in Georgia, women can only get abortions during the first six weeks of pregnancy.

Other organizations, however, are more pessimistic about abortion rights in Florida and expect that they will soon be even further limited. In April 2023 Governor Ron DeSantis signed a six-week ban that had been passed by the state legislature. (That legislation is on hold pending a legal challenge to the state’s current 15-week ban that is before the Florida supreme court.)

Since Dobbs, pro-choice organizations have been leading efforts around abortion access. Kamila Przytuła is the director of Women Emergency Network (WEN), which has, since 1989, been providing support for women seeking abortions through private donations.

“An abortion can cost between $500 to $1,000 if performed out of state. For some women, that can mean having to choose whether to pay their utilities or buy food,” explains Przytuła. WEN works in conjunction with other organizations that receive cases from clinics and collectively cover a portion of the abortion costs. “That has allowed us to be able to help every person who has approached us seeking assistance,” she says.

According to statistics published by the Guttmacher Institute, nearly one in five abortion patients in the United States traveled to another state to access an abortion during the first half of 2023. That figure is double what it was in 2020.

Abortion bans especially impact young, Black, and migrant women—the main populations that contact WEN. Przytuła recalls once case among the many she has been involved with: a Central American woman, who is illiterate and HIV positive. WEN provided financial support for an abortion.

“She was in a very vulnerable situation, we learned about her case through the clinic that was treating her. A few months earlier she had migrated north to Miami with her uncle, who could not have known she was pregnant.” She was transported and treated at a clinic in Miami.

She is one of 600 Florida women who the organization has helped to get abortions, one of the millions of women in the state who face some of America’s most extreme abortion restrictions forcing many into secrecy.

This story was produced with the support of the International Women's Media Foundation as part of its Reproductive Health, Reproductive Rights, and Justice in the Americas initiative. It originally appeared on WIRED en Español. It was translated by John Newton.

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