It was just after cheerleading and Rebecca was breathing hard, having had to run double the laps ordered to other cheerleaders. She had been having a hard time, actually Santana was trying to give a hard time, pushing Rebecca to the limit and Rebecca just swallowed it all, she would just turn her back to the latina and do whatever she wanted. She had an idea what had pushed Santana’s button’s it was all very much probably because of Quinn. She just didn’t understand why, it’s not like she did something wrong, Quinn and her wanted a… good time… whith each other and that’s all. She didn’t force Quinn to do anything although nothing went as previously planned. Something else entirely had started developing for Rebecca. Probably not for Quinn but for Rebecca ,yes, it did. That’s why she wasn’t even caring about what the latina wanted to do with her, Rebecca hadn’t been feeling too well these last few days, ever since everything happened. If she could take everything back, she would, not that it wasn’t enjoyable because it was but it made everything worse for her. She wanted to forget.

Rebecca must admit though that she had also enjoyed her time with Santana despite it all, the brunette was attracted to Santana, she just felt used, she felt like a toy in her hands. Rebecca was fucked and left there right afterwards and it made her feel empty. She was expecting more. She wished it had been all different. She got herself in this mess and now all she wanted was a way out. Rebecca slumped her shoulders and sat on the bench inside the cheerleading locker room. Most cheerleaders had left by now, she had slowed her pace down on purpose in means to be left alone. It all felt like giving up. She never had an easy life, at least until she was adopted by her parents who are the greatest people she’ll ever meet. They helped in all they could, in everything she would let them in. Rebecca was scared most of all, she just tried to protect herself. Her parents left her and chose Rachel in her place. They shouldn’t even have had the need to choose. Why would they leave her? This would forever bug her. Then her first love had dated her only to get in her pants, a relationship full of lies and cheating. She had been so in love and so hurt in the end. Rebecca had given it all. And for what? To become who she is. Little things building up the strong and yet, - she has come to understand these past few days, - so very weak walls. Her heart was beating but it was bruised as fuck. She had been hurting all her life, everytime she even thought about letting someone in, it would turn on her. All she saw was people’s backs turning on her until she decided it was time to turn hers first. The brunette had her elbows on her legs and her hands supporting her heavy head, she felt like screaming but sighed heavily instead and decided to stop her racing thoughts, grabbing a towel to wipe herself a little, closing her eyes and let her head lean back against her locker. She rested her head there for a while before deciding it was time to get up and start getting ready. “Ugh… I need a damn shower.” maybe that could wash away everything.

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the-snixx—lopez:

msrebeccaberry:

Uhm, let me think about it for a sec… uhm.. no, not really. No idea, sorry.

Right. So you are a slut with no memory. You should really think about getting some help.

Isn’t it great? Nah, I love being this way. Would I get some help even if I did need it just because you want me to? Nah. Look at all the fucks I give. None :)

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the-snixx—lopez:

msrebeccaberry:

Why won’t you just go straight to the point and stop throwing cheap insults at me like an immature child huh? Couldn’t forget you even if I tried if you know what I mean. You know what? Whatever makes you happy Sanny. I couldn’t care less about your opinion of me. You don’t know me at all and if you truly believe I’m all that, good for you. You know nothing and that is enough for me. Suit yourself, you’re keeping me from boredom.

Oh please, my insults are hilarious. And don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. 

Uhm, let me think about it for a sec… uhm.. no, not really. No idea, sorry.

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the-snixx—lopez:

Really? How am I a slut? Please explain because as far as I know the definition of slut was just changed last night to ‘Rebecca Berry’. You wanna check? I’m sure that there must be a dictionary in your vagina, you can find pretty much anything down there, right? It must be really useful though, whenever you need money you can just have a yard sale. Or make the people you fuck pay you. I hope that you won’t forget about me when you’ll be a billionaire.

Why won’t you just go straight to the point and stop throwing cheap insults at me like an immature child huh? Couldn’t forget you even if I tried if you know what I mean. You know what? Whatever makes you happy Sanny. I couldn’t care less about your opinion of me. You don’t know me at all and if you truly believe I’m all that, good for you. You know nothing and that is enough for me. Suit yourself, you’re keeping me from boredom.

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the-snixx—lopez:

msrebeccaberry:

Oh yea? Well be careful, you might have it too now. I wonder and would love to know what happened to make you suddenly feel the need to try to insult me… Uhm… Not that it’s working but it must have really pissed you off, I’m sure I don’t regret it though. Being the bitch you are, I’m sure you deserve it and all. Sorry, I’m not sorry ;)

I technically can’t have it dear. I don’t remember eating you out or you getting in my pants which makes it practically impossible for me to get infected by whatever it is that you got going on down there. 
Thank you! What a wonderful compliment. I know I’m a bitch, and I’m really proud, not need to point it out. How does being a slut feel? You seem to be as shameless as I am about your situation, good for you.
Anyways, I hope that I will see you around soon.
Until then, try to keep your legs closed ;) 

Well isn’t that really great for you? Congrats Sanny! In fact I don’t remember a goddamn thing of it, that was how good it was. ;) What I got down here is for me to know and not for you to find out, be careful to remember that. How does being a slut feel? Oh well Santana, I could ask you the same thing… How does it? I’m glad we’re on the same page. See you around babe, I’ll make sure not to keep that in mind, until then don’t get hit by a bus or something, or do, I don’t really care. Just mind your own damn business. I take care of mine, you take care of yours.

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the-snixx—lopez:

msrebeccaberry:

the-snixx—lopez replied to your post: Gah, I need a roomate to keep me company. So bored right now… anyone?

No thanks :D I’m kind of scared to be around you anymore. You smell like STDs

Yeah, not that I heard any complaints before. Still… The fuck is your problem?

I don’t have a problem, you do apparently. You know I can get you a good doctor for those STDs, you should probably have your taco checked out. No matter what people tell you, it is not normal for it to be infested by some kind of vaginal acne.

Oh yea? Well be careful, you might have it too now. I wonder and would love to know what happened to make you suddenly feel the need to try to insult me… Uhm… Not that it’s working but it must have really pissed you off, I’m sure I don’t regret it though. Being the bitch you are, I’m sure you deserve it and all. Sorry, I’m not sorry ;)

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the-snixx—lopez replied to your post: Gah, I need a roomate to keep me company. So bored right now… anyone?

No thanks :D I’m kind of scared to be around you anymore. You smell like STDs

Yeah, not that I heard any complaints before. Still… The fuck is your problem?

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losingmyquinnocence:

Quinn’s fingers were still running through the front of Rebecca’s hair, soothing her as both of their breathing started to even out. Quinn’s hazel eyes were wide, her body still warm and tingling. She was glowing the aftershock. Quinn craned her neck slightly so her lips brushed against Rebecca’s before kissing her deeply one last time. Sparks ignited behind her closed eyes and Quinn’s heart skipped a beat, a moment passing between them that when they finally pulled back from the gentle kiss, Quinn had goosebumps and a smile tugged on her lips. “Thank you.” The blonde whispered in the brunette’s ear as she saw Rebecca smile softly.

When she rolled off of her, Quinn was a bit surprised but she assumed it was only because she was hot. After all, they were both sweaty and warm, having just finished up from hours of intimate sex. Quinn hadn’t expected to feel such passion and intimacy with Rebecca, but it came so naturally and despite how wrong it appeared, nothing had ever felt so right or so perfect. Maybe Quinn was being naive because it was her first time. Maybe she’d gone soft after having been touched by the gentle hands of a women for the first time. The blonde tried not to doubt her feelings and brushed them aside. When it was all over, when Rebecca left and Quinn was left alone with her thoughts and warmed heart, she’d have a better understanding of what exactly it was she was feeling. And besides, the night was still young and Quinn had yet to return the favor.

Turning onto her side, the blonde nuzzled into the crook of Rebecca’s hair, a gesture that was so unlike Quinn - making her appear vulnerable and maybe even needy. However, the sweet gesture was countered by her hand that was trailing down Rebecca’s body, fingers tracing the grooves of the brunette’s taut stomach until she reached the waistband of her panties. Now, Quinn was being seductive - reverting into her classic antics. “Let me return the favor.” Quinn whispered into her ear, lips brushing against the lobe before kissing down the side of her neck, sucking directly over her throbbing pulse point. 

Rebecca was laying down on her back, her arm over her eyes, covering the tears she felt welling up in the corner of her eyes and she felt Quinn nuzzling her hair. She exhaled slowly, trying to breathe steadily after what happened just moments ago. It had been quite the experience for Rebecca. It was taking the air away from her lungs. Her blood was still pumping in her veins and it all felt too real and too sensitive. She tried to relax and not think about anything, just let her mind be blank, shoving away every goddamn thought coming up in her head. There was so many things she was feeling at the same time, the brunette was having trouble deciphering everything but she knew none of them were good for her. Or at least she thought so. And all of this was working so far until she felt a soft hand and long, slender fingers trailing down her sensitive body, tracing her stomach with a destination in mind, a purpose and her muscles tensed and her eyes opened wide, her breathing getting faster again, her heart trying to pump out of her chest. She wanted it so much. She wanted do feel Quinn inside her, she wanted to just feel Quinn again so, so much. It was battle. Rebecca was struggling against herself, against her shivering body. Some part of her wanted to let go. And Quinn’s husky voice in her ear laced with so much want was definitely no helping her case, it just made her clench, biting her lip as she let a moan sneak out of her mouth through her teeth. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

She came back to reality though, stopped herself from going into dreamland where everything was perfect and hurriedly reached out covering Quinn’s hand with her own, stopping nay movement, stopping it from going any further. She inhaled deeply and mumbled so quietly, any fight she had left in her dissipating, “Stop…” she then gulped down whatever was welling up in her dry throat and tried more strongly, “Please… stop.” it came out so weak still. She couldn’t even look at Quinn, she didn’t want to see her reaction, the blonde was probably just confused not understanding what was happening, she didn’t understand herself, she just knew she needed to get away, even though what she craved was the exact opposite. “I-I can’t… I should… I should probably go now…” she hasn’t still looked at Quinn yet but she thinks she heard a whimper or something and her heart clenched hard in her chest and skipped a beat, making herself whimper. She craved Quinn. Tears were trying to come at full force and she didn’t know why, she didn’t know what to do. She had always been so independent, she never needed anyone and she didn’t want to depend on anyone. She promised a good night for Quinn and she was ruining it somehow. She was ruining everything. She was ruined. Everything was. She sat up in bed, her back to Quinn and took a deep breath once again, her heart hurt, everything hurt. “I’m sorry…” she whispered more to herself than to Quinn, her voice coming out raspy and failing her.

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losingmyquinnocence:

Quinn’s abs might have been tensed, but every other part of her had suddenly become very relaxed. Quinn’s only focus was on the feeling of Rebecca’s fingers buried inside of her, relishing in the moment where they were one. Rebecca seemed to fit perfectly and comfortably, her fingers settling and stilling inside of her, surrounded by Quinn’s tight, wet, heat. Involuntarily her walls clung to her fingers, sucking her in and keeping her close - silently begging for her to stay. Quinn’s breathing had slowed, but for only a moment. Her eyes were locked on Becca’s deep brown ones, lips parted as the shorter girl slowly started to move. Quinn couldn’t contain the soft moan that quivered from her lips. Rebecca made it impossible for her to keep silent and just breath. Every moan that escaped her was natural and came effortlessly despite Rebecca’s incentive.

“That feels so…so good.” Quinn exhaled a parted moan, words fragmented due to Rebecca’s rhythmic thrusting she’d started. Quinn was clinging to the brunette above her, legs spread wide though one had wrapped itself around Rebecca’s back. Her hands were gripping her back, nails digging into the skin of her shoulders as Quinn’s breathing turned into pants and soft huffs of pleasure as Rebecca would thrust into her and take her breath away. “Mmm, fuck. Fuck yeah. So deep…” Quinn trailed off. Her eyes had fluttered shut, teeth biting her lower lip as a closed mouth groan slipped from her lips and into the brunette’s ear. Quinn turned her head and nuzzled into Rebecca’s hair, seeing that the brunette was resting her head down in the crook of her neck. Inhaling, the blonde sighed with content and let her hips continue to rock upwards against Rebecca’s hand. “Harder.”

Quinn had uttered this demand seductively into her ear, her lips grazing Rebecca’s ear as the girl above her lifted her head and their eyes met yet again. When she picked up the pace, setting her thrusts fast and forceful, Quinn’s voice caught in her throat and her mouth was left hanging open. “Oh…oh god.” Quinn whispered after a moment or two of Rebecca fucking her senseless. Hazel eyes then rolled into the back of her head, her back arching elegantly off the bed as she raised her hips one last time while moaning Rebecca’s name as she came undone in her arms. She felt waves of pleasure pulsing through her, her orgasm rippling through her entire body as she came in Rachel’s hand, coating her fingers in endless wetness. Quinn was far from ashamed or embarrassed. She was in heaven, in shock- but extremely satisfied and overall content. As her body went limp and relaxed into the mattress, Quinn tried to steady her breathing - her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Again, she nuzzled into Rebecca’s hair. And as she did so, she swore she heard her say something. Quinn had made it out, or at least she thought she had. She was all but ready to call her out on it, but instead and took Rebecca’s free hand and placed it over her steadying heart. She wanted Rebecca to know what she was feeling without having to say it. “Hey….” Quinn started, whispering as her lips tugged into a smirk. “That was amazing.” The blonde stroked the brunette’s hair back as she basked in the aftershock of her orgasm. 

Rebecca vaguely felt something, it was probably Quinn’s hand, grasp her own weakly to put it over Quinn’s chest ans she felt the way her heart was beating underneath it, just like her own. Pounding wildly but steadily. She flicked her eyes towards their hands together and just breathed feeling the strong connection between them. At least that’s what she felt. She wasn’t that sure about Quinn even though she was feeling all of it, all there is to feel. But there’s something there that feels wrong. Maybe it’s the fact that this was supposed to be a one night stand or maybe it’s because she’s afterall, Rebecca Berry. She doesn’t know… she wishes she did. She feels a whimper trying to sneak out of her mouth but she gulps it down. She needs to stop this because right now, she feels like crying more than anything, she feels vulnerable. She hates it. She hates Quinn. No, I don’t. For the millionth time. It’s like a broken record. She has been quiet and decided this was probably the time to answer the blonde, she couldn’t stay silent for much longer. “Yeah…” she whispered, still looking down, “It really was…” and with that she let the corners of her lips turn upwards a little, heaving a small smile.

Rebecca can feel the little control she still had, not knowing how, slipping away, out of her grasp and it was making her anxious. She hated the feeling of not being able to control these situations, she dreads things like these. Quinn was still trembling underneath her body, living the aftershocks of her orgasm, while stroking the brunettes hair back, her fingers brushing against her skin. This felt so intimate. Rebecca couldn’t breathe. This was so good, but so painful. She inhaled deeply one last time, letting Quinn surround her being, nuzzling her cheek, then turning her head to the side, letting her forehead rest on Quinn’s and fluttering her eyes closed, kissing those sweet and soft lips before quickly rolling off of Quinn, getting too much, leaving her totally exposed, the air hitting their skin coated in sweat making them shiver. Rebecca missed the warmth, she wanted it back. She missed the feeling of her soft skin, their bodies molded together, it felt like they were always meant to be like this. But she couldn’t, it was time to let go now. This was just her. 'Please God, not again. Don't make me feel again. Please. Not Quinn. Please no. Please… I beg you, stop it.” She couldn’t hurt again, she wants to do anything to stop it but it’s so out of her hands, she can do nothing about it, but she’ll try, she knows this, Rebecca will try to stop it no matter how much it hurts, better hurt like this now than die a painful death later. She gave Quinn what she wanted. She has what she wanted… no, that would be a lie. But she does have what she told Quinn she wanted and that is gonna have to be enough. What happened is gonna have to be enough. Maybe they could be friends from now on or maybe they just won’t talk ever again. She doesn’t know. All she knows is that she has to protect herself, no one else will and she can’t get hurt again.

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