#stephen glass

[venice4violets]

Crybaby

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-WARNING-

This fic will include-

-foreplay

-use of ‘mommy, baby, good boy’

-oral (f!receiving)

-delayed orgasm (m!receiving)

- P in V

(NO USE OF Y/N)

(NO USE OF AI)

(SMUT)

(NSFW)

wc: 1.2k

(divider credits to @cursed-carmine)

Readers note! - Hi everyone, i’m so happy to say this is my first fanfic, i love to write and i love to be the reader, i hope you guys like this, and i may eventually take requests, enjoy! 💋

Stephen is a journalist at the New Republic. He’s also your boyfriend.

Lately, the chief editor in his department had been bitching at him, and being his girlfriend, you knew he was a crybaby.

One late evening, he came home crying, sobbing if you will, you were sitting on the couch relaxing when you heard it, he tossed his shoulder bag on the counter and came to you, he dropped to his knees in front of you on the couch and laid his head on your thighs, you ran your fingers through his hair and asked “Baby what’s wrong?” he sniffled “He—he yelled at me today,” he whimpered and buried his face between your thighs “Chuck said my last article was ‘sloppy’ and ‘lacked insight’,” he lifted his head “Yet it had more page views than anyone else’s this month!” he yelled, voice cracking, he broke down again.

You felt bad, he was so sensitive and cried over anything, but then again Chuck was always rough with Stephen, you rubbed his shoulder “I’m so sorry baby, that’s just how Chuck is i guess.”

Stephen wiped his eyes and stood up, he took off his shoes and sat down with you, he cuddled up next to you, you laid down so you’d both be more comfy, he had his face buried in your neck, you were rubbing his back.

He eventually lifted his head and kissed you gently, one hand in your hair, he pulled away, still close, his breath ghosting on your lips “I’m just so pent up and i can’t take being around him everyday, it makes me such an angry person.” you kissed him to silence him, you mumbled on his lips “You need some relief, don’t you baby?” he nodded.

He took off your top, his hand running over your bra-clad tits, he gave soft kisses to your sternum and collarbones, he looked up at you “Can i take this off?” you nodded, he put his hand under you and unclipped your bra, taking the straps from your shoulders and throwing it on the floor, he smiled, this was obviously his happy place, he gripped one breast in his large hand, the other, he was suckling on, you scratched the back of his neck and scalp while he did, he let out a soft moan, a little after, he kissed his way down your waist, to be more comfortable, he laid between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants to kiss your lower belly, he was already taking off your bottoms, desperate to touch you, once he did, he tossed them to the floor mindlessly and spread your legs, admiring you.

He kissed your inner thighs and your panties, when he felt how wet they were, he smiled against you, he hooked his thumbs under your panties and looked up at you, as if asking if he could take them off, you nodded and he pulled them down as soon as you confirmed, he spread your legs open even wider, he cupped your pussy first, then took his thumbs to spread you open, he smiled and put his tongue out and gave a gentle but firm lick from your entrance all the way up to your clit and sucked.

He was a messy eater, he didn’t care, he would live here if he could, he circled his tongue on your clit, and when he heard you whimper, he never wanted to stop, he lapped his tongue at you and mumbled “you taste so good mommy.” he gripped your thighs and kept eating you up.

At this point he was ravishing you, he didn’t let up whatsoever, sucking, licking and kissing at your clit, occasionally putting his tongue down to lick up your juices, you put your hand in his hair and gently pulled, he groaned, he pushed one thigh up to eat you at an angle, you moaned louder and he just kept going, it was too much, you were on the brink of orgasm and he was going too fast, you scream-moaned “Fuck Stephen! it’s too much!” when you came he didn’t stop, you were moaning and writhing uncontrollably, your thighs trembling and your back arching, you were overwhelmed, yet you couldn’t get enough, you didn’t tell him to stop, you enabled it by holding his head against you.

When he finally let up, he was a wrecked, but happy mess, his lips were slightly swollen, his mouth and chin soaked, his cheeks flushed, his glasses crooked, his curls messy, even the collar of his shirt was looser, he was dazed but content, he crawled up your body and shamelessly kissed you.



You kissed him back, Hungry.

You got on top of him, you kissed his neck while un-buttoning his shirt, when you finally got it off, you rubbed his chest, he hummed, he loved simple touches, you trailed your hands down to his jeans and undid them, when you took those off too, he was hard as a rock in his boxers, he looked embarrassed, but you thought it was adorable, “All this just for mommy? You’re so precious baby.” you rubbed him through his boxers and he whimpered “Please don’t tease me mommy, i need you, i’ve wanted you all day.”

You smiled, god he was so pathetic, but it was sweet, you pulled down his boxers, he was embarrassingly hard, veins popping out, his tip flushed bright pink, he was even shaved, as always.

You got on top his lap, you rubbed his tip against your wetness and he whined, when you slipped his tip in, he moaned dramatically, you laughed at him and he fussed “It’s not funny, don’t tease me!”

Fine. he didn’t want to be teased? he can have his way.

You sat down completely, his cock sinking into your warm and wet tightness, he moaned and gasped, his hips twitching up, you began to roll your hips, he grabbed onto them, frantic and immediately.

As you rode him, he was moaning, whimpering, whining. Every sound you could possibly make, while you were letting out softer moans, it was pleasure-able but he was so sensitive, you decided to take it up a notch and bounce on his dick, he was twitching and writhing, your moans louder, his too, he was holding onto every part of you for dear life, he cried out and held you tighter “Nghh- fuck! Can i cum?”

You leaned forward and put your hands on his chest, riding him at an even better angle now “Be a good boy and hold it for me, can you do that?”

He nodded frantically and tried so hard, he only held out for about 30 seconds, before yelling “Fuck! fuck i’m gonna cum! please mommy, i need to cum! please let me!” he cried

Your pussy fluttered around his cock “Yes baby, cum for mommy.”

He groaned and moaned loudly, his eyes rolled back, his hips twitching and jerking up violently “Oh fuck! your pussy’s too good!”

You rode him less intense now, but riding out the waves of his orgasm and your silent one.

He pulled you down onto him gently, not pulling out yet, just holding you close as you both came down, his chest heaved, he looked at you and kissed you, he murmured against your lips “I love you so much mommy, you always know how to make me feel good.”

You giggled and cuddled up to him “I love you too baby.

[sangdencre]

©

Stephen Glass - angst

The girls were already snickering before Stephen even reached the desk. Lisa elbowed Maria, both of them watching his approach with the kind of glee usually reserved for bad reality television. His glasses kept sliding down his nose, and he kept pushing them up with the same finger that had once fumbled with her bra clasp in that supply closet. The blue shirt clung to his shoulders in a way that suggested he'd ironed it specifically for this moment.

"Hey," he said, voice cracking slightly as he held out the chocolate box like an offering to a particularly demanding deity. The wrapping crinkled under his grip. "Thought you might want something sweet for lunch."

Maria shot her a look that clearly said handle your stalker, then grabbed Lisa's arm. "We should probably get back to those quarterly reports," she announced with theatrical innocence. Both women collected their containers and left, their shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

Stephen settled into the vacated chair without invitation, his knees bumping against hers under the desk. The chocolate box landed between them, its gold ribbon catching the fluorescent light. "So I was thinking maybe tonight we could—"

"No."

The word hung between them like a slammed door. His face went through several expressions in rapid succession: confusion, hurt, something that might have been calculation. He pushed his glasses up again, the motion automatic, then tugged at his collar.

"My mother told me blue looked good on me, though," he said, as if the color of his shirt had any bearing on their evening plans. His fingers worried at the fabric near his throat, creating a small wrinkle that would bother him for the rest of the day.

"So how's—" He stopped, cleared his throat. "How's the, uh, the… accounting thing going? Is it still accounting? Or did you move into, like, procurement or whatever?"

She stared at him blankly.

"Yeah, right. Totally. Big projects. Huge ones." He nodded too enthusiastically, like he was selling her a timeshare. "My dad says you need a CPA license for most of that stuff now. Did you know that? Not that you wouldn't, obviously. Smart. Very smart."

She could smell his cologne, something cheap and citrusy that didn't quite mask the nervous sweat starting to gather at his temples. The chocolate box sat there like evidence, its contents probably chosen with the same careful consideration he'd applied to everything else about their non-relationship.

"I saw your name on the company newsletter," he tried again, leaning forward. "That, uh, expense audit thing? Real impressive. Though I don't really understand spreadsheets myself. My brain just doesn't do, you know, rows and columns. But you make it look easy."

Another beat of silence. His foot bounced under the desk, tapping against her shin.

"So anyway, I got these chocolates. Dark matter, apparently? Which is funny, because I thought they were called dark chocolate but whatever. Marketing people. Still good, though. Do you—do you have allergies or anything? Should I check? Because if you do, I can totally just take them back to the store and—"

"I should go," he said finally, cutting himself off mid-sentence. He stood up so quickly his chair rolled backward and hit the filing cabinet. The chocolates remained on her desk, untouched, as he walked away with the stiff posture of someone trying very hard not to look rejected.

*

And then things being what they are, and a woman like her needed to have some semblance of an emotional life, she accepted a date with Markus, a guy from another department. The kind of cute guy, with broad shoulders and a self-confidence that can sometimes take up a lot of space.

They were still laughing about some ridiculous line from the film when she turned the corner to her building. Stephen was there, slumped against the wall outside her apartment door like he'd been waiting for hours. His blue shirt was wrinkled, his glasses fogged, and tears streamed down his cheeks in perfect timing with their arrival.

"Oh thank god you're here," he whimpered, pushing himself up on unsteady legs. "I locked myself out and my phone died and I didn't know who else to call." His voice cracked on the last word. "I've been waiting for hours."

The guy shifted beside her, his hand dropping from her back. Stephen took this as invitation to stumble forward, burying his face against her shoulder with a wet sniffle. His tears soaked through her shirt as he clutched at her arms, his body heavy with manufactured despair.

"I didn't know where else to go," he mumbled into her neck, his breath hot and uneven. "Everything's falling apart and you're the only one who understands me."

The guy cleared his throat. "I should probably head out. This seems like a personal situation." He backed away, already fishing for his keys. "I'll text you about that report tomorrow."

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind him, Stephen straightened. His eyes were red and puffy, but his posture changed completely. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and studied her with wounded calculation.

"So was that the reason?" he asked, his voice steady now. "You didn't want to grab drinks with me because you had plans with him?" He crossed his arms, the tears already drying on his cheeks. "I mean, I get it if you have other options. I just thought we had something special after the closet thing. But clearly I'm just the guy who brings you chocolates and gets left crying in hallways."

[hero1n3]

Lwk just realized I'm a Stephen glass glazer😶‍🌫️ idk but he's just my favorite role hayden did and he's like perfect to write about idk🤷🏽‍♀️ who wouldn't want to write about a lying and whiny person?

[t03soup]

Stephen edit 🙂‍↕️ he's dumb asf I love him

[hero1n3]

This song reminds me so much of stephen glass. Idk why but I love it sm I feel like it suits him so well😭❤️

[hibiscuitsposts]

I've made this account only to post about an unfortunately popular Hayden "fan", Gabi Z, who I (and other people) consider problematic. While she is the main person I want to call out, her friends are not innocent as well, supporting her no matter what she does.

I am putting this under the tags because if you want a peaceful fandom, the people who make the fandom insufferable have to be exposed. Idc if you don't want drama. You can just scroll.

Staying somewhat anonymous so I don't get bullied by them cus we have proof of them being a bully squad, openly and anonymously.

Starting off:

While making clothes for Hayden isn't that weird, wearing them before gifting them to him is DEFINITELY weird. You can't tell me it's just to see if the clothes look good on someone or anything, I just won't believe it. Also calling herself his "stylist" but complaining about what he wears.

2. Calling other people parasocial and making drama, claiming "being parasocial is a big no and is making her uncomfortable", posting things like this:

Example: Calling Hayden "dad" (right into his face as well) and "the light of her life" at once.

3. Openly sexualizing Hayden

4. Their photos with Hayden are... Unusual at most as well. (Posting them because the pics are up on their social medias and are not private).

(Just because he didn't say "no" doesn't mean it's not weird.)

You are right Gabi, he AND HIS DAUGHTER can definitely see what you post. Also you called him "dad" to his face, no? That's even worse. He is not your friend nor a future or current lover, he is a 45 year old STRANGER with A CHILD. You don't OWN him.

Ending this post, I want to say: Don't go around accusing someone of being immature while acting the way you do. No, you can't spread lies about people just because they called you out btw. I posted this because it's been bugging me for a while now, even before I knew how Gabi and her friends are. Do whatever you want with all of this, I will definitely not be looking forward to their answer. Also to people reading this, don't go sending them death threats or hate. You are not better than them if you do that. It is about criticizing what they do, not wishing them the worst. Dodatkowo do Gabi, rzeczy które robisz nie są tylko widziane za granicą, ale w Polsce też. Robisz z siebie pośmiewisko takim zachowaniem. Digital footprint is real.

[hermelles]

i wake up see ppl flexing they met hayden christensen every day and i genuinely just cry

[hero1n3]

thank you for updating the empty stephen glass x reader tag 🙏🙏

LMAO ur welcomeeeee😘 He's my favorite hayden role, so i will be writing more of stephen😼