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i actually want melissa so bad. FUCK !!! i need her i need her

melissa had a KNIFE held to her THROAT and went oh i need to kiss this girl right now I'M CRYINGG

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(not so) patiently awaiting shauna x melissa smut on tumblr... chop chop now...

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ── .✦ KADE'S CAVE

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗛𝗶𝘆𝗮! 𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗞𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗼𝗿 𝗞𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 :) 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝘆𝗸𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗰, 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁, 𝗜'𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗼𝘀, 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲. 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀? ╰┈➤ 𝗕𝗬𝗜: ㅤㅤㅤㅤ- MY BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW! That being said, MDNI. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ- I can be dry, it doesn't mean I don't like you, I am very direct. ㅤㅤㅤㅤI can use tone tags if needed ㅤㅤㅤㅤ- I don't respond well on here. if you want to talk, friend my ㅤㅤㅤㅤdiscord, it is the same username 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗦: my account will include (not limited to) - hard kinks (CNC, dubcon, somno, necro, drugs, petplay, degradation, pain, etc etc. goldfish brain can't think of any more) - light gore? maybe? idk what shit ill get up to - vulgar language - suggestive images? - probably some hot takes

𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗦 - yellowjackets (shauna pilled), twilight (team jacob), pirates of the Caribbean, bottoms, arcane, furry fandom, dc comics, killing eve, tslogc, fallout 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 - hozier, chappell roan, she wants revenge, slipknot, deftones, mitski, arctic monkeys, florence + the machine, big thief, echo & the bunnymen, ethel cain, fletcher, 2pac, beabadoobee, sir mix-a-lot, nirvana, king princess, liz phair, cage the elephant, the marias, halsey 𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦 - kristen stewart, sophie nelisse, ella purnell, chappell roan, jodie comer

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feeling.. a bit.. whorish 🫣

but was thinking of reader who gets roped into going to one of lottie’s parties and there they also get roped into playing spin the bottle.. which coincidentally majority of the yellowjackets are playing also—

basically reader getting to kiss/make out with the members

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oh my god we gotta love a whorish 🐉 anon ask!! nsfw-ish content. so mdni.

you're trying not to think too hard about what's happening around you as nat (who’s been making out with jackie for the past minutes) licks her lips, like she’s savoring the last bits of jackie in her mouth, and reaches for the bottle in the center of the circle of yellowjackets.

then she spins it.

the air feels thicker as the bottle slows, the suspense stretching impossibly thin. your stomach flips as it finally comes to a stop. pointing directly at you. “fucking finally,”

your face heats instantly, your mind reeling at the implication behind her words. you don't get the chance to ask what she means, because nat is already on her knees, crawling toward you

“nat, don't break them,” shauna teases from her spot in the circle, leaning back on her hands. “i’m gentle!” she insists with a low chuckle.

all eyes are on you as nat leans in.

you don't realize you're holding your breath until her lips brush yours. for a brief moment, she hovers there, her mouth barely grazing yours as if she's daring you to lean in and close the gap. when you don't, nat’s hand slides up, her fingers curling just under your chin to tilt your face toward her.

and then she kisses you.

her lips move with a confidence that makes your head spin, coaxing you into it until you can't think about anything else.

when she finally pulls back and you find yourself chasing her mouth with a low whine, nat’s grin is wide and triumphant, her eyes scanning your flushed face with satisfaction.

“not bad,” she says, sitting back like she's just done you a favor.

you barely have time to catch your breath, let alone process before jackie speaks up. “i don't know…” she taps her chin. “i think i can do better!”

it’s not a question. not really. jackie is already sliding closer.

her lips crash into yours, and the difference is immediate. where nat's kiss was measured, jackie is messy, frantic.

her hand curls around the back of your neck, her fingers threading through your hair as she tugs you closer. jackie’s manicured nails lightly graze your skin and the force of it sends a shiver down your spine. you can't help but gasp against her mouth.

jackie takes full advantage, licking into you like she has something to prove, like she needs to claim this moment as hers and no one else's: she kisses like she's been starving for you, like this is something she's been aching for but denying herself until now.

when she pulls away, you're dizzy. jackie just smiles, wiping the corner of your mouth with her thumb. “yeah,” she rasps. “much better…”

“that’s not fair,” shauna says -no, whines- suddenly, pushing off her hands and shifting forward. “i didn't get a turn!”

jackie, whose hands still cup the side of your face, makes room for her. “suit yourself shipman,” she tilts your head so you’re looking past her at shauna. “they’re all yours!”

the words barely have time to register before shauna is there, framing your face with both hands as her lips meet yours too. you inhale sharply, your mouth still puffy and wet with jackie’s saliva.

where she was rough, shauna is steady, patient, her lips soft but firm, her thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks as she deepens the kiss. somewhere behind you, you hear nat’s breath catching in her throat as she watches you kiss shauna back while jackie lingers close to you. her hands roam your back, fingers digging into your shoulders in what’s supposed to be a grounding gesture. it only sends more heat through your body that pools between your thighs.

when shauna pulls back, her dark eyes linger on yours, pupils dilated impossibly wide. her jaw drops when jackie, impatient as ever, cradles your neck and turns you back towards herself immediately after.

she sighs into your mouth this time, an almost-moan slipping from her as she gets her own taste of shauna’s spit in your mouth.

lottie's voice cuts through the moment suddenly, “i think it's my turn,”

she doesn't sit down when she reaches you, doesn't kneel like the others did. instead, she stands tall, towering over you. lottie's hand lifts, her fingers gentle as they cup your jaw. she tilts your face up toward hers, then curls her fingers in your hair.

lottie doesn't rush. there's no hurried crash of lips, no frenzied energy. the kiss lasts longer than the others, feels more deliberate and when she pulls away, you're breathless. lottie grins, brushing her thumb over your bottom lip. “yeah,” she says softly, like the others aren't even there. “that's more like it,”

the silence that follows feels charged. you glance around, realizing all of them are still watching you expectantly. jackie breaks first: “you're not done yet, are you?”

unable to string together any coherent sentences, you just shake your head, dumbfounded and so, so turned on.

“pass them over here,” shauna murmurs, and suddenly you're moving again, their hands on you, their mouths finding yours from all directions.

you lose track of time, of whose lips are brushing yours, of whose hands are sliding over your skin and tugging at your clothes. the room spins around you, a blur of low hums and teasing words, but you don't care. not when jackie's teeth are grazing the base of your neck, or when shauna is whispering sweet nothings against your ear. not when nat pulls you into her lap and gently rocks you back and forth, or when lottie kisses you again, slow and consuming, like she's trying to leave her mark.

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YYYYUUP!!! give me 14 of them

ghost sex jackieshauna ...

shauna sitting in bed, giving herself yet another orgasm, three fingers already in her. every single one she's has today has been unsatisfying and god knows why she's so pent up all of a sudden. she's humping her hand, going faster so she can sate her appetite and just sleep.

the name slips out of her mouth always by accident and by now she's too close, too needy, to bite down on her other fist and shut herself up. jackie, jackie, jackie. she's whimpering and her words are shaky, falling out of her mouth like a prayer or a summoning or anything. she curses her fingers for not being thicker and speeds up.

just as she's reaching her peak, she feels a firm pressure grip around her wrist and she struggles, trying to move her hand in any way to no use. when she tries to buck against them, her face falls to the side and her cheek stings.

she gets so whiny after, sobbing and begging to cum, just once, she needs it, please.

she's allowed to withdraw her hand with a sob, and whatever's there pushes something into her. she feels so full and her ache is almost settled. it starts off slow, dragging it out, before it picks up it's pace.

her getting edged all night and making such a mess of herself. when she finally cums she slips a hand to her cunt again just to make sure it was real and happened, but she's so soaked either way she's not sure.

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Hey I loved the boss!rhiannon and secretary!r fic, it gave me some extra ideas I wanted to share (they’re NSFW, I hope that’s okay, if not I’m so sorry)

boss!rhiannon getting a really important business call while secretary!r is under the desk giving her head and Rhiannon has to get through the call pretending everything is normal while r teases her and everything

boss!rhiannon (before she kisses r) beginning to touch herself during an employee meeting w secretary!r without her knowing, making r say specific things to get herself off

that’s more than okay, don’t you worry!! obviously: nsfw below so mdni!!

so…

giving boss!rhiannon head while she’s getting an important business call.

obviously, when the phone starts ringing on her desk above, you don’t expect her to pick it up: you’ve been under there for the past 10 minutes or so, eating her out like a woman starved after one of her employees had, once again, tested rhiannon’s patience. she’d muttered frustrated curses under her breath as she commanded you to get under her desk and put your mouth to use, to help her release some of that tension.

if someone were to walk in, they wouldn’t be able to see you under there, on your knees with your tongue lapping up your bosses’ arousal. fortunately, nobody had interrupted you yet -at least not until the phone started ringing- and you were able to make her cum once already.

that first orgasm had been hard and fast. it didn’t take long at all, not after all the prior frustration: you only had to put your mouth on her for a few short minutes, occasionally fuck your tongue into her and suck on her clit before rhiannon was cumming with a silent scream, her heels digging into your back as she held you close and rode it out on your mouth. and while you had thought this would be the end, she pulled you right back in once she’d stopped trembling, forcing your tongue back into her cunt. that’s where you are now, as the phone rings and you freeze.

rhiannon’s fingers instinctively tighten in your hair, tugging you back where you were before. “don’t stop,” she whispers. you half expect her to ignore the call, but just as you begin to move again, she reaches for the phone and answers. that’s when you realize she’s pushing herself not to get caught in this…and you’re not about to make it easy for her.

you start off by circling her clit harsher, pressing your tongue against it until you can feel her thighs shaking. her eyes flicker down, shooting you a warning glare.

“yes, the proposal is nearly finalized,” rhiannon says into the phone. “i just wanted to go over a few last details before-” you press your broad tongue against her harsher and her back arches in response. she swallows hard, forcing herself to breathe evenly as she adjusts her position.

“apologies, just- ah, technical difficulties,” she explains quickly. “as i was saying, we’re finalizing everything on our end. the numbers should be ready by the end of the day!” rhiannon listens to whatever comes through the speaker, her eyes shut tightly as she brings a hand up to her temple. you can see the way her lips move, mouthing ‘oh my god’ repetitively.

she opens her mouth to respond next, but a sharp gasp slips past her lips instead. instantly, rhiannon’s hand clenches in your hair, and she forces herself to swallow the sudden, unexpected sound. she coughs, trying to mask the noise. “yes, of course,” she replies, her words coming out a little too quick, a little too breathless. “we’re on it. just making sure- uh- everything’s aligned before proceeding!”

she waits, listens attentively, and you stick your tongue into her, drawing another soft gasp from rhiannon. “yes, yes, good!” she nods. “let’s set up a meeting for next week and we’ll go over the finer details then!”

once the call is over, rhiannon cums as soon as she’s slammed the phone down. she barely manages to stifle her moans against her palm, riding out the force of her orgasm against your mouth.

boss!rhiannon who can’t help but touch herself when you’re around.

the advantage of her desk is that standing in front of it gives you a clear view of everything above the waist, while anything below remains completely concealed.

it starts off innocently enough: just her thighs rubbing together in anticipation as she watches you do your work so eagerly. it does get her off, the thrill of your unawareness of the situation, despite the fact that she’s always ashamed of it afterward. soon, though, the friction of her thighs is not enough anymore.

what’s a little more? rhiannon tells herself. what difference does it make now?

so, she starts actually touching herself. it’s through her clothes, at first: just her fingers pressing against her clit, subtly grinding against the heel of her hand while you work across the room, completely oblivious. and then, eventually, it’s not just that anymore: it’s two fingers buried deep inside her, pressing against her g-spot as she listens to the sound of your voice.

(maybe even a bullet vibrator she stuffs into her panties before work?)

rhiannon feels pathetic, disgusting in a way she hasn’t in a long time, but she cannot stop either. “i’m here for whatever you need, ms. lewis!” you’ll say politely, and rhiannon has to bite down on her tongue so hard she’s close to drawing blood. “i just want to make sure you're satisfied with my work!”

she almost cums right then and there.

on the days you’re not as talkative, rhiannon will prompt you to speak, just so she can hear the sound of your voice while getting off. “do you think you could keep going if i asked more of you?” she’ll ask softly. “or do you think i'm being too demanding?”

the moment you’re out of her office to grab a coffee and lunch, rhiannon slams a hand over her mouth and cums hard, gushing down to her ankles and cursing under her breath as she realizes the mess she’s making. luckily, you don’t get suspicious when you return and she’s on all fours, cleaning up the floor under her desk.

“i spilled some water,” rhiannon assures you with a tight-lipped smile.

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thats boyfriend

shaunaaaaaaa

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this is real i was actually in the writer's room!! you're welcome guys ❤️

new season three yellowjackets leak

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right so why are they perfect

my lover she's the sunlight

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i js wanted to say thank you so so much for the recent support on my lil stories!! im NOT a writer but im glad y’all are enjoying (or are just desperate… which i understand) - and you can expect an update around thursday!! if u have any ideas for other chapters, let me know <33

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𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 | 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣 | 𝘍𝘌𝘔 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

✧ warnings: brief mention of murder/blood, mention of pedo, fluffy as hell

✧ summary: Love, your girlfriend, discovers that your philosophy professor has been trying to make moves on you, and she fixes that problem for you. You come home to a night all about you.

You didn't hate college, but it most definitely was not your favorite aspect of life. You had a good social life, a decent circle of friends, and you were smart. The biggest downside of your college was definitely your philosophy professor. He was an attractive man, you had to say. He was wealthy, and loads of students wanted him, but to your demise, he, wanted you.

You could sense his motives quite easily. He would give you great grades on your assignments, even when you noticed you did something wrong. He'd call on you constantly, and would excuse you if you were late or even absent. You decided not to push it, but one day, you knew it would be different.

Love, on the other hand, was completely aware of this. She had listened to every single detail you had said about this man, and picked up anything slightly off you said. She remembered one day you told her how he put a hand on your thigh, and how another time he would rub your head ever so slightly during a conference with him. And she hated that, so, she had to put an end to it.

She got off of her work a bit earlier that day, to drive over to your college. She wore a basketball cap, and an oversized flannel. It was fall, after all, she had to dress the part. Love stationed herself in the bathroom, after easily getting into the campus. They should really work on their security.

She would walk into a stall, and would close it behind her, awaiting for the bell to ring. As she reached into her pocket to get her phone, her fingertips skimmed another object in her pocket. A pocketknife. Small, but effective, she thought.

Only about three minutes after the bell rang, Love stepped out into the bustling hallway. She'd look down, keeping her hat over her head, as she made her way to the philosophy classroom. She may or may not have been researching your campus just a night ago.

She got into the classroom, and there he was, your professor. He was sat behind his desk, probably grading. As Love quietly shut the door behind her, she got a whiff of a familiar scent. Your perfume. The notes of musk, sweetness, and some form of wood filled her senses, and her body would almost instantly loosen up at the scent.

"Oh, Hello Ma'am. Do you... need something?" The professor would say, looking up from his work, leaning into his chair. Love would purse her lips. She'd walk towards him, reach into her pocket, and before he could speak another word, his blood had stained the white papers on his desk, and her orange flannels sleeve.

You hung your coat on the little rack by the door of Love's house, which was basically yours at this rate as well. The moment you walked in, the scent of freshly cooked food, candles, and Love's scent took over your mind. She was cooking you your dinner. A smile uncontrollably covered your face. As you walked further into the house, you peaked into the kitchen, and saw Love hard at work in the kitchen, she has something cooking in a pot, which smelled delicious.

"I really don't deserve you, Lovely." You would say with an amused smile as you approached her, and embraced her in a hug from behind, resting your head on her shoulder, peaking over to see what she was making. Beef stew, your favorite thing to eat in the fall. Especially when she made it.

"Mmm..." She would hum in response, a small blush on her face. "Don't boost my ego anymore dear, that may be dangerous." She'd joke as she'd turn her head slightly to kiss your forehead. Her free hand that wasn't stirring would find itself on your waist, holding you close in a possessive nature. She wore an orange tank top, her scent causing your eyes to go half lidded.

"Go get cozy in bed sweetheart. Pick out a movie and i'll bring you your dinner. It's a room service kind of night, isn't it?" Your girlfriend would say with a little smile on her face, before she'd land a playful slap on your ass. "Before I have to ask you twice, despite how much you may like that. She'd tease.

You would jerk a little at the slap before an airy giggle would leave your lips. "As you wish," you would say. You'd wriggle out of Love's hold, and would excitedly walk upstairs. You'd instantly change into your favorite pajamas. It was a black silky two set, Love had a matching red one as well. You'd remove your makeup, and would let your hair down, before you would settle into Loves comforting, soft mattress. You could almost fall asleep just now.

Just a few minutes later, Love would walk upstairs, carefully holding a marble tray with two bowls on it, as well as some tissues and utensils. "For the princess," She'd say with a little wink as she settled the plate onto your lap. A blush adorned your face as you looked down, seeing how much work she put into this meal. Love would dim the lights, and would pick up a lighter, before walking around the room, putting on three different candles. The room now had a beautiful orange aura to it. Of course, the average lesbian household had 3+ candles in each room, as they should.

Once she was done with her pre-movie ritual, she would crawl into bed with you, seeing you were already enjoying your food. A proud smile would cover her face as she watched you eat as if you've never eaten before. She'd kiss your cheek before starting to eat her own bowl.

"So... was your day alright hun?" She'd ask as her free hand would snake around your waist, You had already finished, due to your fast pace. You leaned on Love's shoulder, and would be adorning her soft neck in kisses before you spoke, reluctantly pulling your lips away from her skin.

"Fine.." you would say, before recalling your meeting with your professor. He had his hand on your thigh under the table the whole time, and there was this hunger in his eyes. "I mean, Mr. Colben was weird as usual but... Nothing out of the ordinary." You'd say with a small chuckle.

Love would be listening to you speak, as her hand would rub your back lovingly. The words would send a shiver of anger down her back, before she'd chuckle ever so slightly.

"don't worry hun, I'm sure it won't happen again."

"how do you know?"

"I just do. So, Legally Blonde tonight?"

a/n: i know i didn't have many orange things here but like realistically speaking what the hell is orange?? Anyways enjoy murderous momma Quinn <33

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𝙍𝙀𝘿 | 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 | 𝘍𝘌𝘔 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

✧ warnings: mentions of gore/violence, cheating, she's batshit crazy, mostly comfort, mentions of sexual situations. This is my first writing since like... 7th grade, be patient w me loves </33

✧ summary: Love Quinn notices a particular pretty lady coming to her café every other day, always getting the same thing, and she finds herself getting attached, and before she knows it, your girlfriends blood is on her hands. (this is part 1 of my "Colors" collection. None of them are necessarily connected, but if you want to read in order, this would be the first!)

The Fresh Tart café had been doing exceptionally well recently, and the owner would like to say that its success was all thanks to a certain customer, you...

Love found herself staring into her glass containers, which held her freshly baked pastries, and she didn't know how long she was standing there, staring, thinking. Thinking of her favorite customer, who she recently learned only lived across the street and a few houses down from her. She memorized the girls house number. Not on purpose, of course.

Every night, Love would fall asleep, her mind racing with images of you. Your beautiful, soft hair. Your warm, welcoming eyes, how soft your skin was when she handed you a croissant, your cute, dainty dresses you wore everyday, and that red, carnelian necklace you wore every single day.

The only thing that brought the baker out of her daydream was the sound of the bells above the door ringing. A woman that Love didn't recognize had entered. The woman was dressed nicely, and looked to be respectful. Love offered her a warm, welcoming smile as she walked towards the counter.

"Hello! Thank you for coming today. What would you like?" Love would ask as she leaned over the countertop ever so slightly, trying to get a better image of this woman. It wasn't long before she noticed her bracelet. It was gold, with a matching carnelian stone on it. Probably a coincidence, right? I mean, lots of people were into crystals recently.

"Hey. You're the famous Love that my girlfriend is always talking about, huh? Just get me her usual, she's home sick today." She woman would say with a little bit of a smile, yet her voice seemed... mocking, threatening. It took Love a moment or two before she put together the sentence. You had a girlfriend. And you didn't tell her? Why would you keep that from her? You told her everything. Love would eventually clear her throat, and plaster a fake smile onto her face as she realized her expression had dropped into what was possibly a menacing glare.

"I suppose I am." Love would say with a small, obviously fake chuckle. She would lean down, picking up a paper bag, her movements had become stiff, her expression flat. She would open up the glass containers, and would pick up a chocolate croissant, along with your favorite muffin, and a fruit cup. You usually ordered one or two of those options, so Love made sure to include all of them. She would lick her lips as she sealed the treats into the bag, before she sharply inhaled as an image ran into her mind. Your girlfriend, coming home to you on the couch, probably all cuddled up in your blankets. She would hug you as she handed you the pastries... Love didn't like that image. She wanted to be the one giving you treats. She wanted to be the one to hug you, she wanted to be the one that came home to you.

"Everything alright? You've been staring at those... lemon cupcakes for a little bit now..." Your girlfriend would snicker. The baker would purse her lips as she would snap herself out of her thoughts, as she walked towards your snarky girlfriend, and would hold her hand out with the bag.

You came into the café the next morning, looking like an absolute wreck. Your hair was messy, your makeup was messily applied, not that you needed it anyways, and you were wearing a large sweater and jean shorts instead of your usual flowing sundresses. Love knew why this was.

"My girlfriend didn't come home last night, and she hasn't been answering her phone.. I'm really worried.." You would say. You were sat at one of the café tables, sipping at perfectly made coffee, looking down at your half-eaten croissant.

"Hey, maybe she's planning something. Your birthday is soon, right? Maybe she was out late organizing things to surprise you." Love would say as she would place some freshly baked cupcakes on her tabletop, before leaning down and picking up her frosting piping bags.

"I never told you my birthday." You would say, pausing briefly before looking at Love, whose back was facing you currently. She seemed to have almost frozen mid-icing a cupcake.

"I've always been good at guessing these things, you know." Love would nervously chuckle, looking back at you with a reassuring smile, before cursing herself under her breath. Maybe the social media stalking was a step too far. An awkward moment of silence had passed, before sounds of sniffling would fill the small café. The baker would instantly turn to face you, seeing your face buried in your sleeved hands, your back shaking. You were crying.

Love would instantly put down her bag, and would practically dash over to you. She would place a hand on your back, before crouching down next to you. Your perfume seeped into her senses, you still smelled amazing, even if you quite frankly looked like a mess. Love didn't mind though.

"Im sorry-" You would choke out between sobs. "She's.. she's just never done this before." You would sniffle, lifting your head up. "And we've been having some issues recently. Maybe.... maybe she just, left?" You would weakly say, before looking over at Love, your teary, glossy eyes making contact with her sympathetic, inviting ones.

"She would be an idiot to leave a girl like you, y/n. Anyone would be beyond lucky to have you." Love would say in her low, comforting voice, that she had previously only reserved for Forty. She would reluctantly reach up to your face, and her thumb would gently kiss the tears on your soft cheeks. You leaned into her touch, a small blush obviously creeping onto your cheeks.

Love would wrap both arms around you, embracing you warmly as she'd breath softly onto your shoulder, a small smile creeping onto her face as you leaned against her chest.

Red was the color of the silky underwear you had worn that night. The underwear that was torn off of you the second you were thrown onto Love's bed.

Red was the color of her lipstick, the lipstick that had stained every inch of your neck, your neck that was covered in love bites and bruises.

Red was the color of your thighs when Love was done with you. Your soft skin, marked with her handprints everywhere.

Red was the color of your carnelian necklace. The necklace that was the only thing you wore that night. It shone in the dim candlelight of Love's room, it brought out your eyes.

Red was the color of your girlfriends blood, as it was splattered all across the café. The blood that colored Love's blade. It took awhile to clean.

Red was the color of your engagement ring. the ring that bonded you and Love together for your lives. The ring that promised you two would be together forever. Love had won.

[dykegore]

in an ideal world, Love Quinn would've survived the fire, tracked Joe down for revenge and fallen in love with Lady Phoebe Borehall-Blaxworth and do everything in her power to protect her, maybe kill for her. Is that so much to ask

or- Love would killed Joe, paid everyone for their silence and moved to England to start anew and S4 could've been about her and Phoebe... QuinnBe? sounds like queen bee, i like that ship name.

[dykegore]

Love Quinn is the type of person to say ‘I think I girlbossed too close to the sun’ but she’d mean committing first degree murder

[dykegore]

so so so real

I love the word cunt it's so fresh so fun I hope we all have a cuntastic 2023