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25 Unreciprocated Love Prompts

By request for @borb0letas-a-voar 

“You’re not my type.”

“What the hell gave you the idea that we could ever work out?”

“I love them but they don’t even know I exist.”

“I just wanted them to feel the way about me that I feel about them. Is that so wrong.”

“You should have just said you don’t love me. It would have hurt a lot fuckin less.”

“Maybe it’s a blessing he didn’t love me. I didn’t end up with a murderer.”

“I’m not crying because you don’t love me. I’m crying because I still love you.”

“You can do better than her.”

“I’ll wait for your feelings to match mine.”

“You not loving me back was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I thought I loved you back but I only loved what you could do for me.”

“I can’t just delete my feelings because yours aren’t the same.”

“I want someone I can’t have and it’s killing me inside. I can’t live with these feelings!”

“You’re just a good fuck. I don’t see us growing old together.”

“I tried to love you back. I wanted to love you back. I wanted to see your smile. But I love them, not you.”

“We’re not kids anymore. I’ve moved on and so should you.”

“Stop this! You can’t force me to love you.”

“I wasn’t looking for love. I was just looking for some fun. I thought you were too.”

“We barely know each other. Stop saying you love me.”

“You love me? Who are you?”

“I owe you my life but I can’t pretend I have feelings for you.”

“How can you say you don’t love me after everything that’s happened?”

“What do you mean you don’t like me that way…?”

“I thought if I changed myself, became everything they liked, they’d love me back.”

“Why do I only fall in love with people who want nothing to do with me?”

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it hurts to love you because you dont love me back

mark strand / colette lush / edward m. forster / christian kuria / salma deera / flannery o’connor / blythe baird / ijeoma umebinyuo / richard siken / ib vyache / blythe baird

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— longing for someone prompts ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

im bathing in angst rn, enjoy!

them haunting your mind constantly, but are you even in theirs?

unconciously searching for them wherever, whenever

itching to text them, yet the guilt of pestering them hits

your stomach being on edge whenever you see someone who has a similar figure to theirs

regularly scouring their social media for any updates

them acting so sweetly which turns out to just be a cruel dream

envy creeping up your throat whenever other people hangout with them

taking them off your mind by hanging out with your friends, just for you to only see bits of their personality in your friends

weeping frustruatedly on your knees because you can't stop recalling your memories with them

surrendering to your insecurities; perhaps they truly are better off without you

hopelessly persuading yourself that you were able to go on with life before knowing them, so you can definitely do it after they left

urging the universe to see them one last time before letting them go (it never happens anyways)

"if anyone is listening, please let our paths intertwine again before the day I take my last breath"

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falling in love prompts +

feel free to use :)

“i genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i’m going a little crazy.”

the little laugh or smile a character a does in utter disbelief because character b is just so endearing and sigh

one character going “so this is really awkward cause i know i told you i wasn’t looking for love but then i kinda fell in love and i would love it if you’d take me”

“can i love you?”

“i just… adore you.”

character a noticing character b is sleepy while driving and being like “hey i can take over for you”

the classic “no i’m not in love with character a, yes thinking about hurting them makes me want to throw myself into ongoing traffic, no it doesn’t make sense to me either”

their love interest fell asleep and your main character has a blanket so they give it to them

confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping

they kiss for the first time and one character just steps back and is like “um ok. yeah that’s not a normal kiss i def love u”

character not being able to even fathom or come close to understanding how someone can dislike such a beautiful ray of sunshine and oh yeah ok…. they’re def in love

characters who’ve been married for years falling in love all over again

exes to lovers

“i think i love you…?” “….. think?” “let’s just say a ninety-nine percent chance.” “i’ll take it.”

that moment where your character just… looks. just looks at their love interest for more than five seconds and doesn’t understand why or how this earth can exist and the sun and moon exist and the sky can be an eternal source of happiness and yet this person right here can bring so much more warmth and comfort to them with just a single glance

note confessions because yes written confessions in letters are superior

“i got you a gift. i hope you like it.” and character who receives the gift tries not to mention that any gift would mean more than the stars in the sky as long as it was from them

“do you… love me, by any chance?” “yeah, why?” “well, i’m sorry, i was just— WAIT WHAT—”

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establishing a relationship prompts

feel free to use :)

the hesitation before introducing them like “name, this is my family. guys, this is my… um, this is name.”

“i thought we were …” “thought we were what?”

the built up feeling of being excited to see them for no particular reason at all and the character feeling that being like what’s wrong with me? we aren’t even dating

“what are we?” and the other character responding like “what do you mean?” even though they know

“can we talk? what are we? what are we doing?”

“i don’t want to continue this… relationship… if this is how it’s going to be. i want some clarity.”

explaining it away with friends like oh no we aren’t like that… but that bitter taste being left in their mouth because what are they if not that thing

a character leans in for a kiss and the other asks “what are we?”

they’re just relaxing together when one asks out of the blue “what are we?”

“i don’t like him. if anything, i hate him.” “…. right.”

additionally, character trying to explain it away and sounding even dumb to themselves

“what are we doing?”

“i’m tired of feeling like i have an expiration date on my forehead. what. are. we?”

the classic “you know i think of us as more than just…” if u know u know

“what are we?” “whatever you want us to be.”

a confession like “i don’t know why i feel this way but i know you mean a lot to me and i want to ask if you feel the same abort me” because communication everyone

the more and more they think about it, the more they feel hesitant about continuing with their relationship because they’re terrified that it’s not reciprocated

what happens next? will either of them be honest or will they crash and burn after the question is asked?

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Oh, oh, I wished you'd write a fic where Fred would often make very dumb statements or draw stupid conclusions just so Hermione wouldn't bat an eye and correct him like the moron he's being on purpose because he totally enjoys it.

“And that,” Fred finished, “is why Arithmancy is essentially no different from any other kind of Divination.”

Hermione Granger could never fail to be amazed at how he made these grand, sweeping statements with all the confidence of a well-researched, confidently clever person. He made things sound so reasonable, or if not reasonable, perhaps just credible.

But Fred Weasley was not a credible person.

And she simply couldn’t help herself.

Hermione turned in her seat, shutting her heavy numerology text—a text on a branch of the very subject he’d so effortlessly begun to expound upon during her study session—with a dusty thump. The sound startled several first years nearby and prompted a hissing hush from Madame Pince, but the young witch didn’t notice; her glare was fixed on the boy sitting one table behind her, who sat like a king among his gaggle of impressed-looking friends.

His shoes were on the table. Why didn’t Madame Pince hiss at him for a change?

“You’re wrong,” she pronounced, using an admirably level tone.

It was like Fred had only been waiting for her to reply. “Am I?” he asked, smiling a little.

“Arithmancy implements quantifiable metrics—data points,” she emphasised, “to predict possible outcomes based on real world past events. Divination relies on fallible human instincts, outdated tools such as crystals and tea leaves, and—most commonly—cold reading.”

Down came his feet. That was something, at least.

“Is that what you were doing over there? Cold reading?”

Rolling her eyes, Hermione stood up from her chair. There was no point in continuing the conversation, so she endeavoured to speed things along, attempting to shove the rather heavy text into her messenger bag.

“Very funny. Cold reading is a technique employed by various hacks and would-be soothsayers to gather quick, readily-available information from a person who wants their fortune told. It’s just high-probability guessing.” She huffed a little and shrugged the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “For example, it’s how I can tell that you’re probably going to do poorly on your Transfiguration exam tomorrow.”

Beside him, Angelina laughed. “That doesn’t exactly take a genius to figure out, Hermione.”

“No, just a little observation. For example,” and she had tried—she really had—but Hermione felt herself stepping closer, until her bag nearly bumped the edge of their table. “You’ve got shadows under your eyes, indicating an extended period of sleep-deprivation, which, based on the scorch mark on your left lapel, you’ve probably spent working on a project unrelated to your exam. Unless you’re attempting to Transfigure your brain into something useful, like kindling.”

His grin didn’t budge. “Very good, Granger. It seems you can predict the future. And see the past, apparently.”

He sounded entirely too earnest.

Her shoulders straightened. “It’s a simple technique. That’s why even idiots who want to look like prophets can use it. But do you know what really gave you away, Fred?”

“What, Hermione?”

“You’ve been holding your textbook upside down.”

Around him, Angelina and George and Lee all began to snicker.

And, with a final glare, Hermione turned on her heel and left the library.

Back at their table, Lee reached across the desktop to smack the upside-down textbook out of his friend’s hands. “Guess all that wank got her attention after all,” he teased.

“Good thing, too,” Angelina sighed, turning to shoot a wink at her boyfriend. “You’ve been going on about bloody Divination for half an hour. You don’t even like that stuff.”

“What do you think you’ll be wrong about next, Freddie?” asked George.

Fred hardly noticed their ribbing. His eyes were on the witch currently stalking out through the library’s massive double doors, her hair floating behind her in an indignant cloud.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, still smiling. “But I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

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Rushing~ dream x reader

Art: quinnsreverie (pintrest)

Summary: college au, Y/N typically stays in their dorm and studies, but not tonight. Will playing truth or dare with their friends spice things up?

Word Count: 1233

Tags: college au, drinking, provacative language

Note: "Adei" is pronounced like "Addi"

Please enjoy! ‐>

Your Pov

"I can't believe you dragged me to this stupid party, I mean, come one. Me, at a party? Adeline, are you crazy?!" I whispered to my best friend. She convinced me to go out with her tonight because the guy she likes is supposed to be here. I am a sophomore at the University of Orlando in Florida and have managed to skip every party since school started. I don't drink, and since I may or may not have overwhelmed myself with classes this year, partying isn't a priority for me. We walk inside and are immediately assaulted by the smell of sweat, alcohol, and pot. I scrunch my nose and Adei leads me through the house into the living room.

"Adei! You managed to get the home body outside, what a miracle!" Levi yelled, waving us over.

"Yeah yeah Levi, I only came to be the two of you's  wingman because without me neither of you would get as much dick as you do." I tease. Levi throws his hands over his heart as if he was hurt.

"Don't listen to him," Jared interrupted, "we were all about to play truth or dare, you two should join us." he offered. Adei nodded and Jared led us further in the room to where a group of people were sitting in a circle. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who was sitting there: Dream. He is a year ahead of Adei and I in school, and I have had a crush on him since I started here. Trying to keep my cool, I sat down between Aedi and Levi. Levi and Dream are in most of the same classes, so they are pretty good friends.

"Levi, glad you could make it man." Dream greeted, leaning across the circle and dapping him up. He then turned to me,

"Y/n." he said, making eye contact with me before sitting back down.

"Alri-hi-hight!"Sapnap, Dream's friend, yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Who wants to go first?"

Some blond girl volunteered, and I wasn't asked until it was Sapnap's turn.

"Truth or dare y/n?" He smirked. I felt slightly panicky, but managed to answer,

"Truth."

"Are you single?" He had to ask.

"Yes I am."

"Why?"

"Hey," I scolded, "you only get one question."

"Fine. George it's your turn."

George took his turn, and after a few people went, It was my turn. I dared Levi to go kiss someone. We went around the circle again, but this time I was asked a few times. I was dared to take my shoes off, and then dared to hold toes with George for a round. Then, Dream asked me,

"Truth or dare y/n?" My name sounds so amazing coming from his lips.

"Truth." I gulped, starting to feel flustered.

"Why are you single?"

"I um, I was rushing. I met the wrong person." I replied, looking at my lap, twirling my thumbs. Thankfully it was dark in the room, I know my face is beet red.

After a few more rounds Levi was shirtless, George swapped shoes with Adeline, and most of the people had stopped playing. It was Me, Adei, Levi, Dream, Sapnap, and George left.

"Truth or dare Levi?" Adei said.

"Truth."

"Out of everyone playing who do you think is the best kisser here?"

Dream Pov

"Out of everyone playing who do you think is the best kisser here?" Adei asked.

"Probably Dream. He looks like he has experience." I smirked when I heard a bunch of 'oohs' from the group, but underneath them all, I heard a whisper

"I would test that." I followed the voice only to find it came from y/n's lips, this made me smirk even more. Next it was y/n's turn.

Your Pov

"George, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth."

"Why are you single?"

"The girl I like is gay." he deadpanned, my heart twanged for him. Everyone went around, until it was Dream's turn.

"Y/n." He paused, almost as if he was unsure of himself, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Out of everyone here, who would you consider to be the right person?"

I froze. There is no way I can answer that. Just as I was about to answer, Adei spoke up;

"Actually Dream, thanks for the invite, but I think we are done for the night." She said, giving him a 'so fake you don't know its fake' smile. She stood up, helped me off the floor, and headed towards the exit. Once we got out of sight she pulled me into a hallway;

"I have to use the bathroom before we leave, stay here." she said, disappearing into one of the many doors in the hallway. I leaned up against the wall, taking my phone out of my pocket. Before I even unlocked it I felt someone brush against my shoulder, leaning against the wall next to me. I looked over, and to my surprise, Dream was standing there.

"What happened to your shirt?"

"Your friend Levi dared me to take it off as soon as you left."

"Okay, why'd you leave?"

"Irrelevant." He said, adjusting himself so that he was in front of me. He put one hand beside my head, and used the other to tilt my chin up to look at him.

"Did you really mean what you said?" he whispered, his voice quiet, barely loud enough for me to hear. I felt my face flush and tried to look down, but his hand held my face firm. He backed up slightly before continuing;

"Did you mean it when you said you want to kiss me?" his gaze pierced right through me, and before I could answer, Adeline came back.

"If you mean it meet me by the oak outside the Fictional Writing building at one." he said, before hurrying away.

I was just catching my breath when Adei met back with me, "Hey, are you ready?" she asked, I just nodded. Neither of us had drank so she drove us home. When we got there it was just past midnight. Adei and I got ready for bed, and before I knew it I had 15 minutes to get to the tree after Adei had fallen asleep. I hurry and put some shoes on and rushed down stairs and to the walkway. I walk across campus and make it at 1:02, when I see Dream start to walk away. 

"Dream!" I whisper yell, chasing after him. He turns around and I can see the smile on his face.

"Y/n." he grinned.

"You really need to stop saying that." I chuckle.

"What ? It's just your name."

"Well if you keep saying it like that I might actually kiss you."

At this he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips, planting a kiss on my knuckles before hesitating. "Did you walk all the way here?" he paused, looking down at me. I just nodded my head.

"You should really be more responsible y/n, you could catch a cold." he scolded, sliding the jacket he was wearing off his broad shoulders, putting it around mine, and taking my hands in his. He could hold my hand in the entirety of his.

"I'm fine, really. It's not that cold." I protest.

"Y/n, you are shivering, besides how would you know if I was a good kisser if when I kiss you your lips are numb?" he teased.

"Well we could always try it..." I mumbled.

"Well now sweetheart, don't get to far ahead of yourself. At least let me take you on a real date first."

"Why me?"

"It's simple sweetheart, I like you."

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After you - Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: There's a life before becoming Fernando's sugar baby and there's a life after becoming his sugar baby.

Word count: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, sugar baby x sugar daddy, Dom!Nando, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap, a bit of dirty talking, degradation, overuse of pet names (bc it's spanish duh!), big age gap (reader is early 20s, in college), everything implicitly consensual, not beta read

Note: i'd like to start by saying you nando fuckers were right and these 3 fernando media (see above) changed my life forever, thank you. gentle reminder that english is not my first language (so please bear any mistake), I'm also considering taking requests for F1 drabbles and oneshots, would anyone be interested?

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As soon as you enter the flat, you take off your overcoat and leave it behind the door. You go to your room, but you stop when you see several gift boxes laying on the floor beside the bed, which you recognize the brands, Tiffany, La Perla, Chanel, among others. But you feel exhausted from college finals and you leave the boxes behind and head straight for the bathroom.

Eight months ago, when you lived in a tiny dorm on campus, working two shifts beyond university to pay for your studies, all these brands used to be a distant luxury you would never afford on your own.

But there was a life before becoming Fernando Alonso's sugar baby; and another one after all that.

Now you have a nice, comfortable, luxurious apartment close to campus, your university is fully paid for months in advance, and you don't have to use the dorm's communal bathroom. It sometimes feels like a dream and you think you're going to wake up back in that moment much earlier.

You fill the bathtub and take off your clothes, looking in the mirror, you see two hickey marks near your breasts. Fernando was mindful not to leave marks in visible places. You step into the tub and allow yourself to be enveloped by the scented salts and bubble soap. You rub yourself slowly, pushing away all the tiredness and stress of the entire day, using the shower gel that Fernando liked on you.

After scrubbing yourself down, you step out of the shower wrapped in a fluffy robe. You dry your hair with the dryer, and head back to the bedroom.

On top of the gifts there is a note that you missed before.

“To my girl, I know you worked really hard to do well on your finals. Enjoy your gifts. See you tonight, cariño. - Fernando"

You open Tiffany’s blue box first, it's the smallest one. Contains a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings, and a silver necklace with a matching pendant. You smile when you realize that it's been eight months and he already knows your taste for clothes and accessories. The second box you open is a Coco de Mer, a lingerie brand. With two pairs of lingerie inside, both in lace, one black, with stockings and garter belt and the other red, transparent with ribbons that cross the abdomen.

Getting out of bed, you pull on the black one, adjust the stocking on the garter belt and hang the robe in the bathroom again, staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely registering the messy young misfit you were just months ago.

The other boxes mostly contain clothes and accessories. Pants, skirts, dresses, handbags, wallets and backpacks. After taking a look at everything, you take the pieces to the closet and leave them on the chair to arrange later.

Then you hear the sound of the front door opening and you know it's Fernando. You lay down on the bed and wait for him. Lying on your stomach with your butt in the air, you look at Fernando when he enters. He's not wearing his team shirt, he's just wearing a white shirt and denim pants. He stares at your body, but your eyes settle on a box in his hand, he puts the box, his phone and wallet on the bedside table. He smiles, moving closer and bending over to leave a gentle bite on your ass. His masculine scent envelops you and you feel the urge to rip his clothes off and push him on the bed, and ride his cock until the sun comes up tomorrow.

“Hi, bebé,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your temple, “How were the exams?” he asks as he sits on the king size bed, his back against the headboard. He pats his own thigh, and you quickly crawl up, onto his lap sitting facing him. You hope he feels your underwear wet with anticipation.

“Thermodynamics was easy, but Quantum Physics, not so much,” you say, as he opens the box that you know as one of Belgian chocolates, your favorite.

“You’ve studied so hard for both, so I think you'll do well,” he says, pulling out a chocolate with almonds from the box. With his other hand, he grips your hip.

He brings the chocolate up to your mouth and you take a bite, wiggling in his lap as the chocolate melts in your mouth.

“You did so well on your test last week,” he compliments, and his gentle tone turns you on even more. You feel his fingers making way inside the lace of your panties and you hold on to his shoulders, keeping your balance and granting more access to you.

He takes another chocolate from the box and takes a bite of it as his fingers find your pussy. Fernando rubs his index and middle fingers, spreading your wetness. You melt into his arms and place your hand on the back of his neck. He gives you the second piece of chocolate at the same time as his fingers penetrate you. You're so wet, his fingers slide easily inside, massaging your pussy calmly, oh so calmly that you roll your hips into his fingers, trying to make him go faster.

“Quiet, princesa,” he commands, and you stop the hip movement. He shoves the fingers that were holding the chocolate into your mouth, and you suck hard until his fingers are clean.

His other hand, the one inside your panties, you feel keeping the maddening slow pace, completely ignoring the need for relief in your clit. You slide a hand down your belly to bring it to your clit, but he takes your hand away and cups your chin, a possessive look in his brown-almost-green eyes.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?" he asks brusquely, and you just stare at him. “Eh? Did I?”

“No,” you reply huskily, knowing he can feel you getting even wetter at his firm tone. He slaps your cheek, and your pussy throbs around his fingers, you can see in his eyes that he feels it. And he absolutely loves it.

“No, what?” he says, a smug smirk on his face.

“No, sir.” you say and he strokes the cheek he slapped. Fernando takes your chin and pulls your lips to his. He kisses you obscenely, with lips and tongue and his face inching up against yours.

“I know your week has been pretty stressful, then behave yourself so you can get your reward, okay?” he says in a gentle tone, finally picking up the speed of his fingers and pushing the palm of his hand against your swollen clit. You whimper, holding a moan in your throat and the urge to move your hips to keep pace with him and come faster, but you hold back.

Then Fernando's phone rings, interrupting the two of you. He lets the phone ring, and you groan when his other hand grips your hip tightly, squeezing your ass. The phone stops ringing, but then it rings again.

“No, Nando, please… Don't answer it, Papi” you whimper, already feeling his fingers stop stimulating you. He grabs your hips and places you to the side, back on the bed.

“So needy, bebé,” he mutters, biting softly on your chin before getting up, “I need to pick this call, babygirl. Won’t be long, yeah?” He grumbles, taking the phone from the nightstand. you watch as Fernando answers, muttering “Alonso speaking,” as he leaves the room.

Frustrated, you lie back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, knowing he's probably going to take longer than he said he would. He always took long calls about his team, or his car, or whatever. It's almost involuntary as your hands slide down your abdomen and you rub your thighs together to get some friction. With your hands, you gently pinch your nipples through the lace of your bra, feeling a hypersensitive moan escape your lips. You slide your hands and press your clit over the wet panties, just looking for some relief while he doesn’t come back.

The need for release is stronger than you are as you slide your hand inside your panties, circling your clit with pressure, gasping.

At that moment, Fernando re-enters the room, and you quickly remove your hand. But the furious look on his face tells you he already caught you red handed. Heart racing, you watch as he clicks his tongue in a reproving gesture. He walks into the closet and returns with a pair of leather cuffs.

“I thought I made myself clear…” he murmurs, yanking hard on your wrists to get you to your feet, “You only touch yourself with my permission.”

You swallow hard when he cups your face and then slaps you across the face. You bite your bottom lip, smiling. He takes your wrists and secures them with the restraints, behind your back. Fernando slaps you again, and you feel the wetness pool in your panties.

“You love it, don't you?” He smirked with another slap. “Being treated like the slut you are. My slut. Knees on the floor,” he commands, his tone doesn't leave space for anything other than obedience.

His firm touch on the back of your neck compels you down until your knees meet the floor. You feel your mouth water as he starts struggling with his own belt, undoing the buttons on his pants just enough to pull his cock out. You immediately wet your lips and open your mouth, expecting to feel him on your tongue.

He shoves his cock into your mouth all at once, almost reaching your throat, and you have to control your gagging, eyes immediately watering.

“Open wide, babygirl” he gasps, taking control of slowly sliding into your mouth. He massages your face, as if to relax your jaw further. “Yes, just like that” he moans softly as he touches your throat.

He holds your head, keeping you still as the only movement is in  his hips, his cock fucking your mouth. As you adjust to the volume of him moving in and out of your mouth, he picks up speed and you feel saliva wetting his entire length and running down the side of your mouth, dripping to your chin.

“Want me to fuck you, huh?” he asks but doesn't release you from his cock so you're able to answer. “Want to cum, bebé?”

He doesn’t let you go, nor does he take his cock out of your mouth. So you just hum around him, the vibration of your voice making him let out a groan.

“I don't know…” He pretends to think a little, his hips stuttering. “You disobeyed me, didn't you? I don't think you've earned your reward yet.”

He pulls his cock away from your mouth, and you watch a trail of saliva break from the distance. You close your mouth, taking the opportunity to relax your jaw.

“¿Cuál es tu color? (what's your color?)” he asks, his voice going immediately tender, looking down on you.

“Verde. (green)”

“Up you go” Fernando points to the bed as he removes the belt from the cases of his pants, and you quickly get to your feet and throw yourself face down on the mattress, your arms still pinned behind you. “On all fours” He commands and you obey, the top of your head pressed into the pillow and your ass in the air.

You feel his fingers gently rub up and down on your hips, and then he finally removes your panties. Not an instant later, you feel the belt snap on your ass, stinging.

“What did you do wrong, princesa?” he asks, then hits you with the belt once again, making you shiver.

“I touched myrself without-” you cut yourself off with a mewl when you feel the crackle of the burning leather belt again, “-Without your-” Two consecutive hits make you whimper against the pillow, but you keep going, because you know that if you stop, he will start your punishment again, “-Without your permission" you complete, panting loudly. He hits you three more times and you feel like you could come with just one touch on your clit.

“Without your permission, who?” And two more cracks of the leather against your asscheeks. The frustration of wanting to come is so great that you feel your abdomen trembling.

“Without your permission, sir!” you almost scream, desperate. So thirsty for his touch you know you’re dripping with desire and ruining the sheets.

“I don't know…” He says, as if he's thinking out loud as his hands caress your buttocks, “Do you think you deserve to come?"

“Yes please! Nando please! I want it so bad, papi…” you don't feel ashamed to beg, when your body so badly needs relief, something only he can give you.

You feel him move behind you, and a second later, his cock fills you in one movement, making you scream his name into the pillow.

“Oh, always perfect for me…” He groans, pulling out only to slam back in again. His hands secure the restraint on your wrists, your hands manage to touch his forearm and you sink your nails into his skin for balance.

Your eyes roll in your head, pleasure consuming you like flames as his hips keep pounding into you, and you feel grateful for his demanding exercises routine from motorsports, because it makes his stamina last so long. You feel hypersensitive, like you can feel the friction in every molecule in your body, the pleasure in your pussy and he just keeps going, Fernando’s groaning louder by the second.

You feel when the orgasm approaches, that tingling in your body and your pussy contracting desperately. But then he stops, withdrawing his cock. You whimper in desperation, the orgasm slipping away again.

“Fernando, please! Please, I need you…” you scream as he plunges into you, so deep he takes your breath away for an instant. One of his hands grips your hips and the other travels up your spine until it closes around the back of your neck.

Then he circles his hand around your neck and pulls you up until you're on your knees, your hips pressed against his as he thrusts harder, making your tits bounce with the movement. The only thing separating his chest from your back is the grip on your wrists between your bodies.

“Please, Nando! I’m so close- can- can I cum?”

“Go on, you can cum. I want to feel it,” he orders, squeezing your throat, obstructing your breathing slightly. It’s his accented voice that pushes you off the cliff, the orgasm finally seizing you so hard you see stars in your vision, shivering as he holds you firmly up.

Your orgasm soon makes him come too, his groan in your ear as his hips push against you, slowing down as he fills you up.

When Fernando lets go of your neck, you fall limp on the bed, face first against the pillows. You feel his fingers release you from the restraints, and your arms fall to your sides. Fernando holds your wrists, massaging lightly. He kisses your shoulder softly and you smile lazily, all worn out, the way he likes you the most.

“Are you ok, princesa?” you hear him as you close your eyes.

“Yes, cariño. Never been better.” You murmur.

You keep your eyes closed as he wipes between your legs, and you feel as he rubs the soothing ointment onto your buttocks, then he uses a makeup wiper to clean your face. Fernando considers aftercare as important as sex, and you can't deny that you love the part of being lovingly pampered by him right after being fucked senseless.

Finally, he turns off the lights, pulls back the covers and lies beside you, your naked body being fully embraced by him. You get goosebumps when he nuzzles your neck, his beard tickling and making you giggle.

“I missed you a lot, mi cielo” He mutters against your skin.

“I missed you too, Nando. I loved seeing you so happy with that podium,” you say, pulling his hand up and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, maybe next time you should go cheer for me,” he kisses your collarbone.

“I’ll think about it, yeah?” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “maybe after finals.”

“I'm sure you'll get high scores on your tests, bebé” he whispers, and you feel a rush of joy at making him proud.

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the teen stereotype

couldnt be me

im different

i dont need help

im happy

nurturing a 4.0

with happy friends and happy parents and happy pets and a happy life

i dont need anyone

im high functioning so my problems arent real

i go to work everyday,

never forget to brush my teeth,

and always help others

i can help myself

i go to work,

have happy friends

my parents seem less happy-

specifically toward me

but its ok because no one can see

dear god will this ever end?

this endless cycle of work, eat, sleep

i want something different

something besides my happy friends and not happy parents and not happy life

but no one sees this happy-less void i'm in

but i can escape it, right?

there is no end to this misery

my not so happy life is still not so happy

my crappy job is still crappy

but i can do it, just a little longer!

this cycle is relentless, but at least im getting paid

this god damn cycle is speeding up

my life is being wasted away

at this shit-hole corporation

im a teen and this cycle is my life

i cant do anything besides work, eat and sleep

and i cant sleep

i just want some fucking sleep

maybe i do need help

please help me

im stuck

stuck in this never ending cycle

i cant take this any longer

its becoming unbearable

please

before it kills me

now i rely on a little white pill

that makes people stare, and whisper, and ask

please stop asking me if im ok

im ok

its just a rut

its not just a rut

get the help

take the pill

feel better

return to your happy friends and happy parents and happy pets and happy life

"help" -S.D (me)

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"tattered" -S.D (me)

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"small town catch-up" -S.D (me)

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"missing pieces" -S.D (me)

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listening to music with headphones is so awesome especially when it shoots straight into your brain and you can pick out all its little layers like sandwich ingredients

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beautiful!

Thinking about them

The bard guy and his royal boyfriend from The Witcher

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The biggest lie in fanfiction is that everyone has a first aid kit in their house. I have never owned one in my life