Dead End
Title: Dead End
Fandom: Glee
Author: fading_lines
Pairing(s): Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None, really.
Prompt: "Santana/Brittany - Non-con. I don't care how you do it, it just needs to be rough and painful and preferably with tears."
Warning: This contains non-con (duh). So if you're not cool with that kind of stuff then click away from here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the charecters of Glee. So...yeah.
A/N: Yeah, so I haven't written a fic in about 2 years. For some reason, I was possessed to fill this prompt at the glee_kink_meme So this is me coming out of anonymity and getting back into writing. Unbeta'd and unedited so all mistakes belong to me. Comments are always welcome.
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"What the hell was that, Brittany?"
Brittany jumped as Santana slammed the locker room door shut, anger oozing out of every pore. She nervously turned around, hoping to see some other Cheerios that could hinder what she knew Santana was going to do but the only two people in the locker room were her and Santana. And as Santana clicked the lock of the door in place, it seemed like that was what Santana had intended.
"Do you think you're fucking cute, making eyes at the entire football team out there?" Santana asked.
Even if Brittany knew that she had in no way ‘made eyes’ at any of the football guys (she was gay, after all) she knew Santana did not have her anger in check and that terrified her. Brittany gulped, the way Santana talked with such calm conviction was honestly more terrifying then Santana in HBIC mode.
"S...I don't know what you're talking about. Y-you need to work on your jealously issues."
Brittany's voice didn't hold as much bravery as she wished it would but she continued holding her brave facade as she tried to push Santana out of the doorway.
"S...I can't get out."
Santana met her unsure gaze and with a fire of rage and arousal in her eyes she grabbed the blonde by her shoulders and slammed her into the door.
"Good."
As Brittany's head slammed into the door, little stars popped up, distorting her vision for a few minutes; little stars that reminded her of Rachel and how ashamed Rachel would be if she knew how cheap her girlfriend was.
"You are mine and only mine, Brittany. Do you understand?"
Brittany shook her head no. They broke up months ago, she was Rachel's, she was -
SLAP
"Not the answer I'm looking for, B. Say it."
Brittany shut her eyes so the tears couldn't threaten to roll down her red and burning cheek. She shook her head vigorously.
"Rachel's..." escaped from Brittany's lips.
Santana eyes widened at Berry's name. Rage overtook her as she recreated images of Berry holding her Brittany, kissing her Brittany, making love to her Brittany.
"Berry." Santana spat. Brittany saw the rage flare in the Latinas face before another slap to the cheek forced her to shut her eyes again. Another slap followed, then another, then another, then-
"S...Stop. P-please." Brittany begged, tears now freely escaping her shut eyes. She felt weak from the assault and could only take so much abuse. Santana stopped only to pull Brittany's chin up to look into her own, hate-filled eyes.
"Berry," Santana growled "has no right to touch you. You. Are. Mine." She finished her sentence with connecting her lips to Brittany's, ignoring the pushes and protests from Brittany.
She parted her lips with no caution, using just enough amount of teeth to bust Brittany's lips and leave them bleeding before moving on to her neck.
"Mine." Santana growled, painfully marking Brittany's neck as she planted her arms firmly on the wooden door. She continued sucking and biting down her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of marks and bruises.
Brittany learnt the pattern immediately, every time she tried to move her arms up to protest she was met with a slap. So when Santana bit her chest, almost breaking skin, Brittany’s arms jerked responsively only to be punished with a painful punch to the stomach. Brittany cried in pain which only caused a low chuckle to emit from Santana.
“Did I hurt poor baby Brittany?”
Santana whispered in Brittany’s ear, her hot breath tickling Brittany’s ear. Brittany continued sobbing, tears flowing down her face, the wet track adding a glisten to the redness in her cheeks. Santana, in a show of fake-consolation, reached below the Cheerios tank top and rubbed Brittany’s bruised stomach.
“Santana...P-please stop.” Brittany choked through sobs. She hated herself for being so helpless, she hated Santana for being so unforgiving, she hated Rachel for being absent and not protecting her like she promised she would.
Santana licked her lips and continued rubbing, deciding that she needed Brittany, now. She tugged softly on the Cheerios tank top before yanking it, breaking the zipper and ripping it off.
Brittany sobbed and pushed against the Latina again, this time, Santana stumbled a few steps backwards before growling and grabbing Brittany by her shoulders, slamming her into the door once, twice, three times until Brittany’s vision was blurred she was on the verge of slipping to unconsciousness.
With Brittany’s current state of weakness and lack of resistance; Santana undid her bra, leaned down and bit her left nipple painfully. Brittany stirred and registered the pain, flinching but too afraid and weak to fight anymore, opting to sob quietly instead. The Santana she knew, the Santana that cared for her and protected her was replaced with this angry, spiteful Santana and that was reason enough for Brittany to shut her eyes and pretend to be anywhere else.
Santana continued her onslaught on Brittany’s breasts, leaving a plethora of painful marks and bruises. She bit down on Brittany’s right nipple and tugged on it, licking around it before moving back up to kiss Brittany’s battered lips.
Her hands dipped lower, moving below the blonde’s skirt and up her soft thighs. When Santana touched Brittany’s centre through her panties, Brittany gained some strength back; pushing away Santana’s hands with all the strength (which wasn’t much) she had.
“No...S, please, no.” Brittany begged, trying to get some sort of sympathetic response from Santana but all she received was a spiteful chuckle from the Latina. Santana’s lips drew near the blonde’s ear.
“You used to beg me to do these things to you, B.” She breathed, Brittany shivered against Santana’s cold hands which were currently pushing aside the tall blonde’s panties and pressed up against her entrance.
“San-”
“You told me you were mine and only mine and now what, B? You’re fucking that Berry slut?” Santana interrupted Brittany’s protests, flexing her fingers to touch Brittany slightly. A wave of anger rushed through Santana when she said Berry’s name, maybe she would teach her a lesson as well...
“Santana, please...don’t.” Brittany begged, she knew it was beyond relief. Santana was mad and when Santana was mad, there was no stopping her. Santana ignored her and roughly pushed two fingers inside Brittany, earning a cry of pain from the blonde.
She pumped her fingers in and out of Brittany with one hand, using the other to hold Brittany’s now jerking arms above her head. Brittany’s tears rolled down her cheeks, her body responding of its own accord to the array of painful pleasure it was being out through.
Without warning, Santana added another finger causing Brittany to scream in pain. Santana didn’t slow down or alleviate her thrusts, instead she brought down the hands holding Brittany’s forearms to clamp over the blonde’s mouth.
Brittany shut her eyes, trying to get her mind away from the pain between her legs and around most of her body. She couldn’t help her body’s reaction to what was happening to her and before she knew it, an unwanted orgasm rolled through her body, the pain in her heart opposing the pleasure in her body.
The high wore off almost immediately and the pain came back; the pain between her legs, the pain on her cheeks and lips, the pain on her torso but most of all, the pain in her heart. Santana pulled out afterwards and Brittany saw some blood mixed onto her fingers as she wiped it off her Cheerios skirt. That would explain the sting between her legs...
Santana pulled out almost immediately after Brittany clamped down on her hand, not giving her the privilege of riding out her orgasm. She wasn’t here to make Brittany feel good, she was here do the opposite. She was here to punish Brittany and now, with the Cheerio sprawled half-naked on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, bruises and blood spread over her body, she had done her job.
She pushed past the crying blonde and exited, choosing to take some mercy by sparing her a cutting remark. She smirked to herself when she saw a very impatient Rachel Berry waiting on a bench close by, texting probably Brittany. Santana decided to sneak behind a pole and wait until she saw the tiny brunette put her phone away, stand up and storm into the Cheerios locker room.
Santana smiled wickedly and fled the scene.
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Fandom: Glee
Author: fading_lines
Pairing(s): Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None, really.
Prompt: "Santana/Brittany - Non-con. I don't care how you do it, it just needs to be rough and painful and preferably with tears."
Warning: This contains non-con (duh). So if you're not cool with that kind of stuff then click away from here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the charecters of Glee. So...yeah.
A/N: Yeah, so I haven't written a fic in about 2 years. For some reason, I was possessed to fill this prompt at the glee_kink_meme So this is me coming out of anonymity and getting back into writing. Unbeta'd and unedited so all mistakes belong to me. Comments are always welcome.
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"What the hell was that, Brittany?"
Brittany jumped as Santana slammed the locker room door shut, anger oozing out of every pore. She nervously turned around, hoping to see some other Cheerios that could hinder what she knew Santana was going to do but the only two people in the locker room were her and Santana. And as Santana clicked the lock of the door in place, it seemed like that was what Santana had intended.
"Do you think you're fucking cute, making eyes at the entire football team out there?" Santana asked.
Even if Brittany knew that she had in no way ‘made eyes’ at any of the football guys (she was gay, after all) she knew Santana did not have her anger in check and that terrified her. Brittany gulped, the way Santana talked with such calm conviction was honestly more terrifying then Santana in HBIC mode.
"S...I don't know what you're talking about. Y-you need to work on your jealously issues."
Brittany's voice didn't hold as much bravery as she wished it would but she continued holding her brave facade as she tried to push Santana out of the doorway.
"S...I can't get out."
Santana met her unsure gaze and with a fire of rage and arousal in her eyes she grabbed the blonde by her shoulders and slammed her into the door.
"Good."
As Brittany's head slammed into the door, little stars popped up, distorting her vision for a few minutes; little stars that reminded her of Rachel and how ashamed Rachel would be if she knew how cheap her girlfriend was.
"You are mine and only mine, Brittany. Do you understand?"
Brittany shook her head no. They broke up months ago, she was Rachel's, she was -
SLAP
"Not the answer I'm looking for, B. Say it."
Brittany shut her eyes so the tears couldn't threaten to roll down her red and burning cheek. She shook her head vigorously.
"Rachel's..." escaped from Brittany's lips.
Santana eyes widened at Berry's name. Rage overtook her as she recreated images of Berry holding her Brittany, kissing her Brittany, making love to her Brittany.
"Berry." Santana spat. Brittany saw the rage flare in the Latinas face before another slap to the cheek forced her to shut her eyes again. Another slap followed, then another, then another, then-
"S...Stop. P-please." Brittany begged, tears now freely escaping her shut eyes. She felt weak from the assault and could only take so much abuse. Santana stopped only to pull Brittany's chin up to look into her own, hate-filled eyes.
"Berry," Santana growled "has no right to touch you. You. Are. Mine." She finished her sentence with connecting her lips to Brittany's, ignoring the pushes and protests from Brittany.
She parted her lips with no caution, using just enough amount of teeth to bust Brittany's lips and leave them bleeding before moving on to her neck.
"Mine." Santana growled, painfully marking Brittany's neck as she planted her arms firmly on the wooden door. She continued sucking and biting down her neck to her collarbone, leaving a trail of marks and bruises.
Brittany learnt the pattern immediately, every time she tried to move her arms up to protest she was met with a slap. So when Santana bit her chest, almost breaking skin, Brittany’s arms jerked responsively only to be punished with a painful punch to the stomach. Brittany cried in pain which only caused a low chuckle to emit from Santana.
“Did I hurt poor baby Brittany?”
Santana whispered in Brittany’s ear, her hot breath tickling Brittany’s ear. Brittany continued sobbing, tears flowing down her face, the wet track adding a glisten to the redness in her cheeks. Santana, in a show of fake-consolation, reached below the Cheerios tank top and rubbed Brittany’s bruised stomach.
“Santana...P-please stop.” Brittany choked through sobs. She hated herself for being so helpless, she hated Santana for being so unforgiving, she hated Rachel for being absent and not protecting her like she promised she would.
Santana licked her lips and continued rubbing, deciding that she needed Brittany, now. She tugged softly on the Cheerios tank top before yanking it, breaking the zipper and ripping it off.
Brittany sobbed and pushed against the Latina again, this time, Santana stumbled a few steps backwards before growling and grabbing Brittany by her shoulders, slamming her into the door once, twice, three times until Brittany’s vision was blurred she was on the verge of slipping to unconsciousness.
With Brittany’s current state of weakness and lack of resistance; Santana undid her bra, leaned down and bit her left nipple painfully. Brittany stirred and registered the pain, flinching but too afraid and weak to fight anymore, opting to sob quietly instead. The Santana she knew, the Santana that cared for her and protected her was replaced with this angry, spiteful Santana and that was reason enough for Brittany to shut her eyes and pretend to be anywhere else.
Santana continued her onslaught on Brittany’s breasts, leaving a plethora of painful marks and bruises. She bit down on Brittany’s right nipple and tugged on it, licking around it before moving back up to kiss Brittany’s battered lips.
Her hands dipped lower, moving below the blonde’s skirt and up her soft thighs. When Santana touched Brittany’s centre through her panties, Brittany gained some strength back; pushing away Santana’s hands with all the strength (which wasn’t much) she had.
“No...S, please, no.” Brittany begged, trying to get some sort of sympathetic response from Santana but all she received was a spiteful chuckle from the Latina. Santana’s lips drew near the blonde’s ear.
“You used to beg me to do these things to you, B.” She breathed, Brittany shivered against Santana’s cold hands which were currently pushing aside the tall blonde’s panties and pressed up against her entrance.
“San-”
“You told me you were mine and only mine and now what, B? You’re fucking that Berry slut?” Santana interrupted Brittany’s protests, flexing her fingers to touch Brittany slightly. A wave of anger rushed through Santana when she said Berry’s name, maybe she would teach her a lesson as well...
“Santana, please...don’t.” Brittany begged, she knew it was beyond relief. Santana was mad and when Santana was mad, there was no stopping her. Santana ignored her and roughly pushed two fingers inside Brittany, earning a cry of pain from the blonde.
She pumped her fingers in and out of Brittany with one hand, using the other to hold Brittany’s now jerking arms above her head. Brittany’s tears rolled down her cheeks, her body responding of its own accord to the array of painful pleasure it was being out through.
Without warning, Santana added another finger causing Brittany to scream in pain. Santana didn’t slow down or alleviate her thrusts, instead she brought down the hands holding Brittany’s forearms to clamp over the blonde’s mouth.
Brittany shut her eyes, trying to get her mind away from the pain between her legs and around most of her body. She couldn’t help her body’s reaction to what was happening to her and before she knew it, an unwanted orgasm rolled through her body, the pain in her heart opposing the pleasure in her body.
The high wore off almost immediately and the pain came back; the pain between her legs, the pain on her cheeks and lips, the pain on her torso but most of all, the pain in her heart. Santana pulled out afterwards and Brittany saw some blood mixed onto her fingers as she wiped it off her Cheerios skirt. That would explain the sting between her legs...
Santana pulled out almost immediately after Brittany clamped down on her hand, not giving her the privilege of riding out her orgasm. She wasn’t here to make Brittany feel good, she was here do the opposite. She was here to punish Brittany and now, with the Cheerio sprawled half-naked on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, bruises and blood spread over her body, she had done her job.
She pushed past the crying blonde and exited, choosing to take some mercy by sparing her a cutting remark. She smirked to herself when she saw a very impatient Rachel Berry waiting on a bench close by, texting probably Brittany. Santana decided to sneak behind a pole and wait until she saw the tiny brunette put her phone away, stand up and storm into the Cheerios locker room.
Santana smiled wickedly and fled the scene.
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