but i´m a savage

DolanTwins

Summary: Y/n is sick of being called frigid, having it shoved down her throat at every party and social gathering she attends. Her confidence is repeatedly broken, stepped on by the people that were supposed to be her friends. Grayson, a boy she’s had a secret crush on for years, is there to comfort her. 

Word Count: 13.8k

Warning: Strong sexual content, smoking, blowjob, drinking *sorry mr. tAkE cArE oF yOuR bOdY grayson* 

Pretentious jerks. That’s all they were. Teenagers that sat on their rich parents high horses, acting so above her every chance that they had. Robotic, inhumane, deceiving. But they were also mean, cruel, and unforgiving with their words more than anything else. They insisted it was all a joke - of course they would - said it was a system to break her into the ‘real world’. One she was sure she didn’t want to belong to - not if it’s like anything they’ve shown her. Not if it’s full of sneaky spiteful assholes that didn’t care about anyone other than themselves. They insisted it was them being “good friends”. So why did it hurt so bad when threw their jokes, mockery, and snarky comments at her? Why did it hurt to not be included in on the joke but be the laughing stock of the party? Instead being on the outside looking in - to the one being laughed at. 

“You’re a prude, Y/n, just accept it,” they would say, a term that she’s heard for most of her teenage years. And she knew she should have ignored it, but it never sounded better no matter how many times she heard it. Never, was it used as a compliment - of course not. Because why was it okay to be a virgin? Why would it ever be okay to want more for yourself other than a quick fuck? Why did it have to be frowned upon and embarrassing? It was meant to put her down, not make her laugh, simply said to hurt her feelings because they knew it would. They knew she would think about it hours, sometimes days, after it floated out of their mouths and into the universe - the universe that refused to cut her a break. It basically defined her entire existence in the eyes of her “friends.” It was 1. Shouted at her or 2. Laughed in her face. No in between. They said it like they weren’t meaning to hurt her, even if it did. Because, when would they ever have the capacity to know what was right and wrong? Why would she ever expect anything more than the life of a frigid ‘prude’? They thought it gave them a free pass when she laughed it off with them. She wouldn’t let them know it cut her deep down to her core. But it had started to weigh her down, chip away at what little confidence she had built up. She thought that maybe when she got into college, it would get better, but it only got worse. 

Y/n wasn’t the type to settle, thus making her very misunderstood. She wasn’t what they called “frigid”. Time and time again they would throw around the word - and time and time again she chose to accept it for what it was. She just didn’t want to bang it out with some random stranger like all of her friends did, instead wanting someone special that didn’t just want her for her body - but saw her. Really saw her, for more than just a body. She knew it was cliché and sounded like it came straight from every romantic movie ever made, but it didn’t make it any less true. She was eighteen for Christ’s sake, sitting in a room full of people that have been fooling around since they were fifteen while she sat quietly and tried to ignore the whole thing. It was humiliating. It made her sick to her stomach. It made her nervous. And most of all, it made her sad. She had never wanted to join in or acknowledge it. The thing holding her back? Her dignity: something she was very proud of. She also wasn’t even the least bit interested in any of her “friends”. Romantically, and lately, even platonic. 

1: Virgin?

2: Shoe size

3: Do you smoke?

4: Do you drink?

5: Do you take drugs?

6: Age you get mistaken for

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

9: Got any piercings?

10: Want any piercings?

11: Best friend?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if

17: Someone you miss

18: Most traumatic experience

19: A fact about your personality

20: What I hate most about myself

21: What I love most about myself

22: What I want to be when I get older

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

25: My idea of a perfect date

26: My biggest pet peeves

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend

30: What I hate the most about work/school

31: What your last text message says

32: What words upset me the most

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

37: One of my insecurities

38: My childhood career choice

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

40: Who wish I could be

41: Where I want to be right now

42: The last thing I ate

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

you can work out anywhere really 👍 gettin a good one in and gettin there lol

Stoppp 🥺 Grayson prides himself on understanding the people in his life. All that matters to him is taking care of the people around him and wanting them to be happy. He loves figuring out the different ways people need to be loved. Knowing how to handle them and what they need. Always keeping an eye out for you on days when you are quieter - when you don’t do a little shimmy eating some yummy pancakes, don’t dance along to songs in the car - he knows he needs to love you a little louder those days.

So when he hears you say “I feel like you could have been nicer to me today” it doesn’t just make him have a sad little pout on his face, it genuinely breaks his heart. This man truly thinks oh my gosh I let her down. Sometimes he lets his own doubts creep in on him. He is an incredible man but for some reason he is so quick to get stuck on where he thinks he is not yet perfect. I’ve been working too much, I’m not fully present in my moments with people, I’ve been too focused on myself.

You can see it in his eyes and you immediately put your phone down. Too aware of your boyfriend in his head.

“Oh no” you chuckle “angel, I was just kidding I’m sorry. It was a dumb tiktok, you’re perfect at loving me.”

You gently hold his face in your hands and press sweet, soft kisses to his lips. Not stoping until you can feel him smiling into you. You run your hand through his hair and look at him lovingly.

“You make me feel loved every day, baby”

Grayson’s filled with smiles now. Feeling his heart swell. He always appreciates the sweet words and reassurance you give him. It really makes him feel like the man sometimes.