#Lou Love Lies Bleeding

[nazuuuu]

• LOVE LIES BLEEDING (2024) [GIF]

Lou & Jackie ♥︎

[bouncybongfairy]

That's My Thing

Lou Langston x Drunk!Fem Reader

Summary: You get jealous that Lou let Daisy light her Cig. Which leads the two of you to have make-up sex on her apartment.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @redactedbutch

TW: Drunk Sex, Fingering, Nipple Play

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You were sitting in the passenger seat of Lou’s pick up, tipsy and frustrated. She was sitting on a bar stool and you were standing between her legs. Back pressed against the bar, arms wrapped around her neck. You were giggling and flirting into her ear, she was getting increasingly touchy. When you turned around you were practically sitting in her lap while taking a shot; she ran her hands up and down your hips and sides. Squeezing the soft fat on your hips in her rough fingers.

Everything was going great until you came back from the bathroom and saw Daisy lighting Lou’s cigarette. That was your thing, whenever she needed a smoke Lou would put it in her mouth and wait for you. No matter how long you took or what you were doing, she always expected you to stop and give her a light. Even though it was such a little act of servitude, it meant a lot to you. Watching her eyebrows furrow, her face become illuminated by the glow of the fire.

Always taking a nice deep drag, muttering out a line of appreciation like ‘thanks baby’ or ‘what a good girl’ while exhaling smoke. Maybe it was just because you were drunkenly over thinking but it infuriated you that Daisy took any opportunity you had to please Lou. To serve her in the most basic ways because that’s exactly what she deserves for working so hard. Lou knew she was the one who’d drive home so she didn’t drink too much.

Knowing this, you drank enough for both of them. She wrapped her arm around your waist and helped you up the stairs and into the apartment. She knew there was something off, normally you were all over her when you’re drunk. Usually hiccupping and giggling while pulling at her belt. Lou sat on the couch kicking her shoes off just to watch you bend over and pick them up. She whistled which normally sent you into a fit of laughter; you didn’t even notice which concerned her.

She got up and pulled you onto her lap, your knees on the outside of her thighs. You melt onto her, resting your cheek on her shoulder. Closing your eyes and taking deep inhales of her scent, nearly forgetting that you were so jealous and sexually frustrated. You played and tugged on her carabiner that was hanging off the left side of her belt loop while she spoke.

“What’s wrong baby,” she asked while running her hand up and down your back.

“Why did you let Daisy light your cigarette?’ you mumble into the skin of her neck.

“That’s what this is about, you didn’t like that huh?” she asked while comforting you.

“No, that what -hiccup- I’m the one who lights your cigarettes,” you practically whine.

“Yeah? Why?” Lou knew why but she wanted to hear you say it.

“Because I like taking care of you and doing like… everything you need. I love you so much and I don’t want anyone else to do anything that pleases or -hiccup- satisfies your need,” you said.

“Aww I see, you just wanna eat up all my attention like you can’t get enough of it, hmmm?” Lou said, getting the half smoked Newport from behind her ear and putting it between her lips, “i’m waiting,” she said, smacking the bare skin on your ass which made you jump.

You reached down and grabbed the lighter from the coffee table. Lou wanted to bend you over right there and rail you with her fingers but knew she’d get more satisfaction out of teasing until you were a drippy, achy mess. She was overwhelmed with emotion while you brought the flame to her lips. Fog completely wrapped around her brain, all she could think about was you. She loved that you were so obsessed with her, always hanging off her arm.

Loving her so deep that she could feel it within her chest and bones. Normally Lou took on the caretaker role as the masc in the relationship but it was opposite in this case. You constantly wanted to take care of Lou, brushing her hair after the shower. Cutting her nails, making sure she had lunch packed and made for work. Never letting her come home to a dirty apartment and rubbing her back to sleep almost every night. All Lou wanted to do was please you, touching and groping you gave her so much satisfaction and release.

She’d never been treated like a princess before and you being so nurturing made her so deeply infatuated with you. No matter how rough and sadistically she was fucking into your sex you always remained so gentle. Like you were thanking her for pushing your body beyond its limits, bruising her cervix while whispering vile things into her ear. After talking things out, you were back to your bubbly self, nipping at Lou’s ear, eventually taking your shirt off which got her attention.

“Hold this for me and don’t let it ash on the couch, hear me?” She said, handing you the cig and focusing her attention on your chest.

She used her thumbs to flick over your hard and swollen nipples for a while. Your hips jerked while you moaned and whimpered into her ear. Body already so reactive to her hands, you gasped and cried out while she pinched and rolled your nipples between her fingers. Your state of inebriation made the sounds that came from you unfiltered. Throwing the stupid cig onto the ashtray. She moved one of her hands down and up into your skirt.

At first she was massaging your swollen clit with her finger but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Grabbing her wrist with both hands and grinding against your hand. Rubbing your wet folds against her fingers, occasionally slipping two in just to feel you squeeze your walls around the digits. Lou purposely keeping your legs apart, spreading your wetness all over your greedy sex. Your legs were beginning to shake, and your thrusts were becoming sporadic and wild.

She took one of your nipples into her mouth and began flicking her tongue; knowing it would send you over the edge. She almost came in her pants while watching you squirt onto her jeans. Biting onto her neck while riding out your orgasm. You collapsed onto her lap, still straddling her but letting your head rest on her shoulder. Panting and wiping the sweat off your face using Lou’s shirt. So worn out that you didn’t even notice that Lou was chuckling to herself, standing the two of you up from the couch.

“Awe, you think we're done babe? Holy shit you are adorable,” she said, grabbing your ass and spreading you while carrying you to the bedroom.

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Credit to @butmakeitgayblog

[butchprose]

there’s one aspect of love lies bleeding that i can’t stop thinking about.

it’s the fact that in all of their marketing they never touched on the absolute Freakish aspect of this move (which of course is intentional). the fact that there are these little pockets of supernatural moments when the entire rest of the movie is grounded in some type of reality.

the more i think about it, the more i realize these grotesque visuals (jackie throwing up lou and slightly deforming as she does so) (and then at the end of the movie growing absolutely Massive in size when she senses lou getting hurt) could be interpreted as an allegory for how queer people were viewed during this time period, and still are.

when you couple the idea of queerness being viewed as freakish and unnatural with the fact these are two women who are non-conforming in some way—jackie being a bodybuilder and lou being a butch lesbian ALL while living in a very isolated town—you get the overlap of gender and sexuality-based prejudice.

the way jackie deforms and has these outbursts, and then confesses to lou she “doesn’t know what’s wrong with her” reminds me of nightmare on elm street II. just this character viscerally feeling that something is eating away at them from the inside.

we are outsiders viewing lou and jackie’s experiences. maybe we also bear witness and are active participants of how Their world views them, too.

[eccentricfbiagent]

ik no one will gaf about this and might not even agree on me taking this route cause it will "take away from the movie" or whatever but .. jackie werewolf AU lives rent free in my mind. she is killing people and out of it not because of the steroids but because she is a werewolf <3 jackie is a doped up muscle mutt change my mind

[g0tmilkx3]

Gal Pals

Welcome and thank you for reading in advance. This is a story about two besties!

Authors Note: This story is written in third person with an original female character. No use of Y/N.

WARNINGS: 18+, drinking, gun violence, jealousy, possessiveness, pining, sorta friends to enemies to lovers, lesbians fucking, orgasm denial, toxic relationship, mentions of murder, codependency, lesbians acting like lesbians

Her touch was warm. Brazen in its candor, righteous in its nature. She left a fiery trail to sizzle behind her fingers as she mapped out all of the places she wanted to kiss, to lick, to suck. How she loved to bruise her lover. To leave behind a mark of trust that was begged to be placed there. Her eyes were always bright and present. Beautiful like the light that filtered through the trees and gazed upon the lilies in springtime. She whispered to her lover even when it was just the two. Afraid to lose the gentleness of their union, she didn’t want the divinity to crack. All of the pieces to tumble away, the art to be ruined forever. She'd often sit and let her mind wander. Sometimes she'd reach the darkest depths of her soul. What would happen if they took her lover away? She’d go mad. The thread that kept her together would snap.  She didn’t like thinking about that. But, it was hard not to. And her sweet Honey, her sweet, sweet dollop of heaven had no idea of these affections. She never will. All of these carnal fantasies were all thought up in her dreams. Though, one day she wished they would become reality.

Lou rubbed her eyes as she roused from an unplanned nap. She laid back on the couch cushion, feet kicked up, television on, remote still in hand. On the rare days she had off she spent her time wasting away on her beat up couch. The once vibrant colored fabric was now sun bleached and covered in lint. There was a beer stain that never quite came out and a tear on one of the cushions that revealed the foam hiding inside. She drifted in and out of sleep as reruns of a 70s sitcom droned on in the background. Most people wouldn't consider this entertaining but Lou revered this time of relaxation. Once upon a time her idea of relaxation was firing off a .22.

The doorbell chimed bringing her out of her moment of bliss.

“Honey?” She was shocked to find her coworker and close friend standing outside of her door. Although they'd been friends for a little over a year now she never invited Honey to her place. They opted to spend time at a bar or at Honey's place. She never trusted herself to have her so close to her home let alone inside. Lou knew how obsessive she could become and she didn’t want to subject someone so sweet to her latent wrath. Then she heard her sniffle. At the sound Lou threw all caution to the wind and invited the shivering woman in. “Here sit down I’ll grab some water.”

“Grab wine!” Honey called after her as she walked away. Lou lifted her head and glanced behind her, nervous yet eager to hear just what happened to her friend. Lou wasn't much of a fighter, but she'd fight for the right person.

Once inside the kitchen she searched her fridge for wine but only found brown liquor that she'd sip on those lonely nights. She winced grabbing the nearly empty bottle of whiskey. The thick glass clinked against the rings she never took off.

“All I have is whiskey.” She held the bottle up with a grimace. “I can go out and grab some wine-“

“No,” Honey finally looked at Lou fully, letting the soft light of the lamp illuminate her entire face. “That’s perfect.”

Lou gasped before she could stop herself, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. An ugly deep purple bruise had blossomed over her friends cheek. Even with a bruise on her face she still stole her breath away. But, those feelings of affection had transformed into something, something that made her burn hot. She rushed over, slamming the whiskey on her coffee table as she passed it. 

“What happened?” She gently lifted her hand to examine the wound a little closer. Honey flinched as Lou moved her hair out of the way. Lou tsked with the shake of her head, careful not to brush her wound again. “Who did this to you?”

She felt her heart shatter as a hot tear streamed down her lovers face. Her finger twitched. He thought about the gun she had strapped under the coffee table for emergencies. This felt like an emergency. Much to her dismay, Honey shook her head, pulling back out of her grasp. 

“He apologized for it,” she wiped her tear away “it was just some guy at the gym…" she wiped another tear that threatened to fall. "I'm more shaken up than anything. Nobody has ever hit me before."

Lucky her.

“At the gym?” Lou questioned. “Some rando fuckwad at the gym laid his hands on you?”

“He was on some stimulant and lifting.” She hesitated but decided to continue once she saw Lou’s expression. “I told him we were closed and tapped his shoulder, he swung around thinking I was some man.”

“So the douchebag hit you because you tapped him?” It was decided. She crouched down searching for the hidden weapon. 

“He apologized a lot.” She reassured, curiously watching as Lou searched under the coffee table. “What are you doing?”

Lou didn’t answer, continuing her actions.

“Lou please it’s okay.” She grasped her arm gently pulling, but she didn’t budge. “He offered to pay for my medical bills, he honestly didn’t mean it.”

She finally stopped moving. Honey’s eyes widened as she saw her sit back up on the couch, a pistol in hand.

“Woah, Lou what the hell?” She watched the gun, apprehension in her eyes. Lou glanced at her with a chuckle before looking back down at the gun. She loaded it with bullet after bullet. 

“Relax doll I’m not gonna hurt you.” She closed it with a finite CLICK. “I’m gonna hurt that douche.”

“Lou please.” She rested her hand on her knee. This caught Lou’s attention. She looked down at the manicured hand of her friend then back up at her bruised face. She deflated after a few seconds of heavy eye contact. 

“You know those eyes are dangerous.” She placed her gun on the coffee table before clasping her hands together, letting them dangle between her widespread legs. “They can get me to do just about anything.” The sincerity in her voice made Honey's body heat up. She couldn’t take another second of the swollen silence. 

“I um I…” she broke eye contact and chuckled, she felt her face melting off from the intensity of Lou’s stare. She didn’t falter, not once. She never did. Honey silently wondered if she ever second guessed herself or her actions.

“Here.” Lou used her finger to lift Honey's chin. “Let’s get you a drink then we can see about treating that.”

By the end of the night Honey was tipsy and smiling despite the pain it caused. Lou was happy to be of service. Whenever Honey would get tipsy she’d hang off of Lou, draping her body across her lap like she were a chair. Lou didn’t mind though. Always respectful, she only touched her where she had permission. But whenever she’d lose her place or slip Lou was sure to catch her. Tonight, Lou didn’t know if it was the whiskey or that bruise but she was feeling like a big softie. She couldn’t help but kiss Honey’s forehead. Honey was too drunk to care and Lou was just drunk enough to not feel shame or embarrassment.

“Why did you do that?” The slur of her words only made Lou grin. She kissed the spot again.

“Because you’re so sweet.” She muttered, lips still pressed against Honey’s warmth. “I can’t help myself.”

Honey sat up, Lou missed the weight of her body almost instantly. She fully faced Lou, leaning forward just enough to search her eyes. 

“Why do you say things like that to me?” She hiccuped. "When we’re just friends. What about Daisy?”

The question hit her across the face, sending her mind into a spiral of excuses and explanations. Usually, she’d tell anybody who threatened to invade her private life to fuck off, but instantaneously she wanted to soothe the wound. Get them back to where they were. Not a secret between them, open and honest.

“Daisy and I, we…” she took a deep swig of her whiskey. “It’s easy with Dais.” She decided to leave it at that. Honey settled down on her lap, her head against Lou’s thighs gazing up at her confidant. Lou brushed the hair on Honey’s forehead back. “Maybe, I’m afraid to be with anybody else. To make a connection.”

“You shouldn’t be LouLou.” She replied gently, the affectionate nickname rolling off of her tongue. Butterflies erupted in Lou’s belly. Her affections towards the woman flamed within her, scorching her from the inside out – burning her cheeks.

“I think it’s time for you to get to bed.” She raised her eyebrows, tapping Honey on the shoulder.

“Are you kicking me out?” She pouted, her wet plump lips called to Lou. But she didn’t answer. She knew deep down that if she crossed that line and kissed her she’d be hooked. Like a drug, she knew just one taste would send her down a road chasing a high that was continually out of reach.

“Of course not Honey,” She gently sat her friend up before standing up. “You can sleep in my bed.”

They were close. As close as Lou let them get. She was guarded, naturally inclined to be a loner. But, there was something about Honey. She couldn't put her finger on it. Whenever she was around she felt like she were walking on clouds. Suspended in the air never caring to come down. Frankly, it scared Lou. She hadn't felt this way about a girl since, well since she could remember. Honey was a temple she prayed to day in and day out. She was possessed by a deity that Lou was cursed to worship for all her days.

Lou’s gaze was sweltering, scorching Honey's skin when she arrived at work a few days later. Thankfully her bruise was mostly gone. Faint discoloration took its place. The wind blew as she walked through the door sending fly-away hairs awry, the glow of the setting sun surrounded her head like a crown. Honey always felt Lou's stare when their shifts overlapped. It made her falter in her steps, even after all this time. Lou made her stutter, she made her daydream and drift into a far off land that included the two hand in hand dancing the night away. But, as fate would have it they were destined to be just friends. Much to Honey's disappointment.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" A tall man stepped in front of Honey. One she recognized from a few days earlier.

"Hello!" Incessant snapping broke Lou from her favorite activity. She tore her gaze from Honey engaged in conversation with some man and faced the himbo that'd been trying to get her attention. "I need a protein bar. How much?"

"50 bucks." She glanced back over to find Honey still engaged in conversation with that man. A pretty good looking man who was sculpted to all high heaven. Absently, Lou heard the hunk complain about being robbed blind before he threw a $50 bill down on the counter.

"You still owe me for that bud." She didn't spare him a glance. Her hands moved on their own, grabbing a vile filled with fuel and sliding it across the counter. The man dropped a $10 bill on top of the wrinkled 50, discreetly grabbed the vile, and left.

Honey laughed, her hand connected with her new friends shoulder. Lou could tell by the grin of the meathead that he wanted her Honey. He wanted her bad. Lou knew that look because everyone gave Honey that look. A look saying they wanted to devour her, they they wanted to ruin her. But, Lou wanted to be the first to ruin her. The only one who got the satisfaction.

So, Lou debated. She could stay here and be a normal person who isn't insanely in love with her best friend and forget about Honey’s new friend - actually get some work done. Or she could continue to stare at them hoping the asshole would fuck off and leave Honey alone. She stared at the mop bucket with great disdain. She decided that she’d watch Honey simply to make sure she's safe. But when she looked back, Honey was gone. Her stomach twisted.

She felt sick. Worse than sick. She felt empty, disgusted, envious. She couldn't pin down her ugly feelings with one word. They were too complex. Fleshed out and etched on her face. Honey returned moments later instantaneously noticing her friends sour expression.

"Woah, did pops drop by again?" She teased as she rounded the corner and sat her backpack down at her feet.

"You're late." Lou simply replied refusing to look her in the eye.

"No I'm not..." she replied, unsure of what brought on the coolness of Lou's words. "I was here, just had to help someone with something."

"Right and just what was that?" She busied herself with organizing the papers strewn around the counter. Anything to keep her moving and busy. She could feel this ugly feeling boiling in her body, threatening to spill out. "Because I saw you chopping it up with some guy." She hoped her words came off as nonchalant, but she couldn't bring herself to care how they sounded at this point.

Honey scoffed through a surprised laugh.

"So, you saw me speaking with a customer and still thought I was late?" She crossed her arms and stared Lou down. She dipped her head attempting to catch her eye but Lou was stubborn. Constantly darting them away, constantly finding something else to do. "Dude stop moving around so much." She grabbed her wrist effectively stopping her movements. "If you must know it was the guy that hit me the other day, he brought me some medicine for my bruise." She waited beat before dropping the bomb. “And he asked me on a date.”

Lou hesitated, letting her eyes climb from the counter, to her wrist, to Honey's hand on her wrist. Her gaze trailed up her arm until she found her face. More importantly her eyes. So open and honest, the only eyes she could ever trust. She was different. She wasn't entangled in her family B.S. If Lou had anything to do with it, she never would be. Despite her need to protect Honey, in this very moment Lou wanted nothing more than to eliminate the person who was threatening to take her away. Honey must’ve noticed the darkness clouding Lou’s eyes because she drew her hand back. Lou cursed herself, all of her cards were on the table now. There was nothing she could hide behind anymore.

“It’s fine Lou. Promise.”

Lou didn’t hear her. She went to a place whenever she felt threatened, whenever something or someone threatened her areas of comfort. She'd blacked out going tunnel vision. Retracting to that place her father once forced her to go. She was shifting into autopilot now, she had a mission and she was sure to complete it.

"Hiya!" A third party entered the scene, bursting their bubble. "Either of you ladies know where I can buy a gun?"

Lou raised an eyebrow as Honey grinned instantly turning on her customer service voice. But Lou chose to investigate the stranger. He stood tall, his hair was cut above his ears and buzzed in the back. He was blond. Stoic. She couldn't see his shoes but she was sure they were steel toed. He had a gun hidden in his waistband. A glock.

"...but I'm not sure. What do you say Lou?" Honey turned her attention to Lou, pulling her into the conversation.

"What?" She looked between the two. "I don't know shit about guns, and neither do you." She shared a pointed stare with Honey.

"Well, if you girls have any tips," he handed Honey a card. "Let me know." He was gone in seconds.

Lou grabbed the card from Honey's hand before she could read it.

"Fucking pigs." She muttered.

"Uh, Lou." She tapped her shoulder garnering her attention. "Why did a cop just question me about a gun?”

"Don't worry about it, babe." She easily replied, eyes moving back to the door.

"Babe?" She chuckled feeling her face warm up. "That's a new one."

Lou cursed herself realizing she'd let the one pet name she'd called Honey is secret pass her lips. They were stuck in a silent staring competition. Lou's mind scrambled reaching to the deepest depths to find an excuse or the right words.

"You're uh" she chuckled nervously "I just see you as so innocent that I sometimes call you...baby."

Honey slowly nodded taking in Lou's shoddy explanation. Lou wished the ground would swallow her up but alas she was left in this universe cursed to bask in the uneasiness her unauthorized pet name brought.

It was going to be a long day.

'Hey you've reached my voicemail which means I'm out shopping or I'm out shopping. You know what to do!'

Beep.

Lou sighed hanging her phone up. It'd been days since she last seen or spoken to Honey and it was driving her to the brink of madness. They never went more than a day without speaking with each other. Things felt wrong in the universe. All of Honey’s shifts had been changed to early mornings and she was never home to get the phone these days. Lou tapped her foot, chewed on her bottom lip, and tugged at her hair. She knew letting Honey past the walls she'd put up would bite her in the ass. She shouldn't have let her in her house. She shouldn't have told her how weak she made her. Before she knew it her keys were in the ignition and she was speeding across town.

"Mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" She walked into the house forcing Honey to step back with each angry stride. "You look like you’re home, but you haven't been answering my calls?"

"I don't have to answer every time you call Lou." She shot back, arms crossed. "I'm not a child."

"You had me worried sick, Honey!" She ran a hand through her messy hair. "Terribly. What the fuck is going on with you?"

"Lou I just..."

"Just what?" She questioned invading her personal space. "What?"

"I think we need to spend time a part."

Lou stepped back like she'd been slapped. She was speechless, staring at Honey in disbelief. The words registered after a few moments of silence.

"No, we're not doing that." She heard herself say.

Honey didn't falter, her expression remained stern.

"Where is this coming from, Hon? Are you trying to hurt me? B-because I called you baby? I'm sorry I just-"

"It's not that Lou." She cut her off. Lou panted trying to figure out what brought all this on. “They found a body."

Lou's heart dropped.

"Of the man who hit me. The man who I was going to go on a date with…” She let the words linger, emphasizing how serious this all was.

Lou settled down stepping back, calming her nerves. But she was still on edge. Did Honey know that she lost control? What would Honey think if she knew how far Lou would go to have her to herself?

"Yeah, so?" She balked.

"Lou, they questioned me-"

"You didn't tell them anything did you?" Lou grabbed her by the shoulders.

Honey tried to shrug her hands off of her, but Lou wasn't budging.

"Honey, I know you're stubborn, but I need you to be a good girl and listen to me."

Honey didn't like being told what to do, Lou knew that. But how she loved being called a good girl. She pushed that obstinate feeling down and did as she was told. She'd do anything to be called a good girl again.

"We don't talk to cops. No matter how nice they are. No matter how safe we think they are. Ignore them, they aren't your friend." She let her hands slide down Honey's arms until she grasped her hands. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"That's my girl." She smiled but it quickly fell when Honey's expression morphed into something unreadable.

"I can keep that promise if you tell me the truth." She inhaled and exhaled through her nose before meeting her eyes again. "Just, tell me the truth...did you do it?"

She opened her mouth to speak but the words never came. She tried again but nothing that came to mind made sense.

“Fucking hell Lou what the fuck were you thinking?” Terror was streaked in her eyes, stamped across her face. “Did you kill that man because he hit me?”

No, I killed that man because he hit you AND he asked you on a date after.

“Look Hon, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her eyes darted between Honey’s in silent battle. She loved Honey but in this moment she didn’t trust her. “I think I should leave.” Her father always taught her to expect a wire and unfortunately she could sniff out a set up from a mile away. She left Honey without another word.

'You give motherfuckers an inch they'll take a mile'.

Her fathers words echoed in the back of her head all the way home.

Once she made it back she couldn't stop replaying the moment she left Honey. That look on her face was seared in her mind. It was a look of confusion, hurt, betrayal. She stared at the phone debating with herself. There was no way that was a setup. She didn't plan her visit and Honey would never do that to her. Without thinking she dialed Honey's number and held her breath as the dialing bell tolled.

'Hey you've reached my voicemail-'

She feared that the damage was done.

They avoided each other for days. Until their days turned into weeks and weeks into months. 2 months later they still hadn’t spoken. Barely looked at each other. Lou felt like a knife was forever protruding from her back nestled there by Honey.

“Hey Honey I need you to drop this at Lou’s.” Their manger informed her as he sat a stack of files in front of her.

“Can’t she just pick this up tomorrow?”

“No, she’s off for the next couple days and these need to be organized before the audit on Friday.”

“Why don’t I just do it?” She grappled.

“You don’t know the system.” He shot back, not even sparing a glance in her direction.

“I can learn!”

“Look Honey," he sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose. "I just need this one thing. Please.”

Nobody argued with the boss.

Honey rushed to Lou’s house after work not bothering to call before heading over. There was a huge storm headed there way and she wanted to get this done and over with so she could get home.

Lou answered the door, her sweats hung low on her hips, a black sports bra stood out against her skin leaving her abdomen out for Honey to stare at.

Honey ignored how Lou made her feel and thrust the stack of folders toward her.

She curiously eyed the files with a raised eyebrow as she took a sip of beer. She flicked her eyes back up to Honey and licked the drop of liquid that landed on her bottom lip.

Honey ignored how Lou made her feel and cleared her throat.

“Boss wants you to organize these before Friday…”

Lou nodded sitting her beer on something near the door. She took a step forward letting the folders press against her stomach. Her hands came up covering Honey's underneath the stack. Honey slowly pulled her hands away, unable to look away from Lou's intense stare.

Lou breathed in deeply, her heart racing, her valley pulsated. She instantly regretted it. Once she smelled Honey all of those ugly feelings of resentment melted away and her heart ached. She missed her friend. But Lou wasn’t going to let her know that. She backed away and slammed the door in her face.

Honey ignored how Lou made her feel.

She blinked a few times willing her tears away. She felt stuck, frozen, left to stare at the dirty wood of Lou’s door.

Lou, inside, remained. Eyes stuck on the door wishing she were braver.

Thunder broke Honey from her daze. The peach sky was quickly being taken over by raging dark clouds moving over where she stood. She took one more look at her old friend’s door and left. Her mind was in a far off place when she cranked her car up and began her drive back home. The rain began before she could make it out the parking lot. By the time she reached the corner she couldn’t see a thing.

“Fuck.” She pulled over and placed her car in park. Ahead of her was nothing but a static curtain of rain, drenching her windshield with water and debris. Another loud rumble of thunder made her jump from her seat. “Fuck fuck fuck.” She couldn’t see much out of her rear view either. “No.” She muttered to herself. “I’m not going back and asking her for help.” Another particularly close strike of lightening shook her car. “Okay, fine.” She moved to put her car in drive but all she could hear was gurgling. She tried again but her engine refused to turn over.

That was how she found herself soaking wet on Lou’s porch again.

Lou was still in another place, fighting with herself. Should she try calling again? No. That’d be pathetic. Thunder broke her out of her stupor. She rubbed her eyes, realizing she hadn’t blinked since Honey left. Nothing was going to change. She felt stupid standing here still holding these stupid folders and staring at her stupid door. She plopped them on her coffee table and moved to go to bed when a knock at the door pulled her back into reality.

“Honey?” She took in her appearance, noting briefly the translucency of her thin top. She picked a great day not to wear a bra. She snapped her eyes up when she realized Honey had been speaking this entire time.

“…my engine is flooded and I can’t see shit. Could I just wait the storm out here?”

Lou glanced behind her then back at Honey before she stepped aside and let her come in.

“I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer.” She muttered as she walked to her room. She lent Honey something to change into after her shower before changing the sheets. She sung in the shower accompanying Lou in her chores. It all felt too domestic but she was used to this. Lou was used to friends staying over and singing in the shower. Honey felt different though. She imagined how she'd soak her sheets with her scent. How she'd leave behind her essence in the bathroom. It made her throb with want. Honey's singing morphed into humming. Lou's stomach twisted. It was as if Honey knew her effect on her. But Lou didn’t believe her to be so cruel.

Lou was smoothing out her comforter when Honey appeared towel-clad in the doorway. She watched as droplets of water slid down her neck and over her collarbone, down her chest before disappearing underneath the towel. She absentmindedly licked her lips wanting to follow the water with her tongue.

"I left my change of clothes in here..." she shifted uncomfortable under Lou’s gaze. Not having felt it in so long she’d forgotten how intense it could be. She maintained her stare as she sauntered closer and closer. Honey didn’t falter this time. Soon they were face to face, exchanging breath. Lou’s chest pressed against Honey’s shoulder, she could feel her heart beating at a dizzying rhythm.

Lou breathed in deeply, closing her eyes on the exhale. “You’re getting water on my floor.” She snapped her eyes back open and left.

Later...

Lou left her bathroom after getting ready for bed and clicked the light off in her room as she passed it.

“Uh thanks?” She heard Honey call behind her.

“Shit.” She turned around and made her way back to her room. “Sorry force of habit.” She clicked the light back on.

“Gotcha…” Honey cleared her throat as she moved under the comforter. “You can uh, turn it off now.” Lou clicked the light off as Honey settled back into her bed. Seconds later a strike of lightening briefly lit the space illuminating Honey’s frightened expression. Thunder quickly followed. Lou had forgotten about Honey’s childish fear of lightening and thunder. It was endearing and she wished she could stay to ward away those bad thoughts but Lou was beginning to feel like a creep.

“Well, uh, goodnight Hon.” She turned around dragging the door with her.

“Wait, Lou.” She called. Lou stopped in her tracks, back still facing her. “Could you…stay?”

Lou thought she heard wrong. Her request pierced her ears, Honey’s words created a symphony of want to rush through her body. Lou hesitated though. As much as she yearned for Honey, things were still too hot. The police were still following her. She wanted to keep Honey away from this world she lived in, this life.

“You want me to?” She questioned despite herself.

“Please.” Her mousy voice replied. “I don’t know if you remember but I’m not a big fan of lightening.”

Lou didn’t remember getting in the bed but she wasn’t one second and the next she was sinking next to the pinnacle of her desire.

She smelled divine this close. Her hair was tied up but a fruity aroma emanated from her, filling the space. She was careful not to touch her, out of fear she'd feel the softness of her skin.

“Hey LouLou.”

“Yeah?” Her voice cracked as relief flooded her. Hearing the nickname Honey bestowed upon her calmed her nerves.

“I want to apologize.” Her voice grew quieter by the second. She was afraid to speak. Lou set out to make her feel safe.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I shouldn't have accused you of killing that guy.” She turned to her side so she could face Lou. A steep confession that left Lou dizzy. But, she kept her composure. She wish she didn’t feel so enraged though. She was furious at herself. The anger she'd directed towards her father all these years felt in vain. She was shaping up to be just like him. Here she was subjecting a loved one to this unrighteous turmoil drudged up by her nonsensical feelings. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t speak. She just ground her teeth, waiting for more words to spill out of her mouth.

“I didn't speak to the police. They tried to get me to wear a wire.“

“A wire?” Lou couldn’t hold her tongue.

"Yeah, they backed me into a corner one morning when I opened. I was alone." Her bottom lip trembled. "I was afraid."

Lou could handle police but she knew Honey had no experience with them. She was used to being roughed up, being questioned, she just never thought she'd have to shield Honey from that. For her lover to have been touched by grimy hands it shifted something in her. It lit a raging fire in her. An ugly dark feeling entered her stomach and the feeling of bile climb her throat but she swallowed it down. She had to keep herself in check. She could do that.

“I'm so sorry.“ Her words choked her. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Hon."

Honey's soft hand cupped her cheek, wiping the tear away.

'When did I start crying?'

Lou humorlessly chuckled at herself. Weakness was in her tears, she couldn't even lift her eyes to see Honey's reaction. She couldn't bare to see the reflection of her ailing emotion on Honey's face.

"Hey, stop that Lou." She pouted wiping more tears away. "I'm okay, I'd do it again."

That made Lou look up, lashes wet and clumped together. "Really?"

"I'd do anything to protect you."

Those words hit her like lightening. Protected. She wasn't familiar with feeling that way. She was usually the one protecting, cleaning up the mess. But she trusted Honey in this moment. She trusted her with her life.

Honey stole a kiss and Lou's breath right along with it. She remained close, sharing her breath with Lou. Their noses brushed. Lou stared at Honey’s closed lids. Her heart was pounding, blood sloshed in her ears. They laid there, unmoving for so long that she’d began to think she imagined the kiss.

“Was that okay?” Honey sliced through the tension causing an unexpected laugh to bubble up Lou’s throat.

“Shut up.” She pushed a stray curl behind Honey’s ear before leaning forward and hungrily kissed her back. With that the universe ceased to exist. They were suspended in time, the sounds of thunder and rain absconded leaving behind space for their sounds of pleasure. Lou could feel her pupils dilate underneath her eyelids. Her blood reached a boiling point. Her body moved on its own accord. She pushed Honey on her back, swinging her leg over her body to hover above. She pulled away briefly to catch her breath. She loved the sweet sounds of the woman beneath her trying to catch her breath. She dived back in without warning. She nipped at Honey’s bottom lip, enjoying the quiet whimpers that left her. Her tongue invaded her lover’s mouth. She slotted her knee between her legs, moaning at the warmth of her clothed pussy against her. She gripped her waist and pulled her closer. She could feel her beneath her squirming, trying to make sense of what she was feeling. She wanted to take her time with her, to tease her, make her beg for it. Lou knew that after this she’d be addicted to this feeling. Even still, she couldn’t see herself regretting this. She pulled away to kiss Honey’s neck, to nip at her ear.

“You like it when I touch you here?” She whispered hotly against the shell of her ear. Her hand played with the waistband of her shorts.

“Yes.” She replied breathlessly. It sounded as sweet as sin. What would come of their friendship if they crossed the line and went all the way? Lou was ready to taste her, to bring her to the brink of completion just to back away and do it all over again. Anything it took to hear her sweet voice cry and beg. To feel her writhe and pulsate against her tongue. She captured her mouth again swallowing the moan released Honey let out. She hungrily begged for more and that she did receive. Lou pressed herself against Honey’s thigh, rutting against her pulled vibrating moans out of her. She tried her hardest not to sound like a little bitch but she could hear her whiny whimpers slipping out right along with Honey’s. She found her ear again, leaving her hips to keep the string of pleasure going.

“You have no idea,” another bitchy whimper left her. Lou couldn’t believe the sounds she was making. She never made these sounds before. Honey was dangerous. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Show me how bad you want me.” She tangled her hand in Lou’s hair, tugging at the roots. Lou’s eyes rolled as she increased her pace grinding faster and harder, chasing release.

“I’ll show you.” Lou promised, already backing up and pulling Honey’s shorts off. She smelled her nectar once she was bare. Lou undressed herself. “Wanna feel me?” Honey thrust her head back and moaned as Lou kissed from her foot up to her knee. “Wanna feel how bad I want you?” She slotted her hips between her lovers, shuttering as their most intimate parts connected. She slid over her, catching a rhythm that felt nice for the both of them. Over and over, her pussy kissed Honey’s. “Fuck, do you hear us?” She cursed under her breath, listening to their sopping cores create a filthy array of sounds. Rotating her hips she found an angle that made Honey’s eyes roll back. She puffed air out of her mouth, her moan growing higher and higher until she began vibrating in ecstasy. Lou didn’t stop her movements wanting hear how she sounded when she was about to cum. Once she saw Honey’s mouth fall open, releasing a silent sound, she stopped moving and backed her hips away.

“Please.” She breathed hips thrusting up searching for Lou’s.

“Please what?” She teased moving further away. Her lover only moaned, weakly moving forward, trying to feel her again. “Uh, uh, uh. use your words. Tell me how bad you want it.” She chuckled, teasing her lover.

“Feel so good.” She slurred, frustration overcoming the pleasure she was feeling . “Please just-“ she mewled weakly pulling on Lou’s arms.

“Please just what, Honey?” She glided her fingertips across her stomach inching closer and closer to her nipples with each caress. She watched in reverence as Honey squirmed beneath her. Her face moved in and out of the light giving full glimpses of frustration to Lou.

“Please, I wanna feel you.” She gritted out through clenched teeth “I need you.”

Lou’s mind blanked when she heard those last few words. Honey needed her.

“Since you asked so nicely.” She mused slotting them together again. With each brush, an electric wave rushed up and down their body's. Traveling down Honey’s and up Lou’s. Every inch of Honey’s skin was on high alert, too sensitive to touch. Lou watched her searching for what made her writhe, what made her moan, she found that rhythm again. The one that pulled the filthiest sounds out of her mouth.

"Close." Honey warned rocking along with Lou. "So close." Lou, mesmerized, slid her hand up Honey's body and pinched her pert nipple.

Honey's mouth fell open in a silent moan as she fell over the edge. Between them, a stream of pleasure squirted from Honey covering them both. Lou felt it pool beneath them, but she couldn’t bring herself to give a fuck about her sheets. She groaned speeding up, feeling her orgasm starting at the tips of her toes. Climbing and climbing until it catapulted her into the sun. Lou followed Honey as currents of pleasure washed over her over and over again. She pressed herself against Honey wanting to feel the rhythm of their pulsating pussy’s against each other. Honey kept her eyes closed as they both came down. Lou couldn’t help but stare down at her as she rode it out. Lou smiled, feeling her cheeks warm. How pretty did her girl look lying there. Blissed out without a care. Lou liked her better when she was moaning though.

She wanted to taste her sweet angel. She need to understand what she held between her legs more intimately. She slowed her movements before slinking down her body kissing a hot trial on her way down. She kissed her thighs softly before biting them just hard enough to draw gasps from Honey. Honey jolted when Lou’s lips latched onto her clit sucking her in until her sense dulled. She threw her head back clutching for purchase on anything. Her finger slipped as the blankets slipped from her fingers. With each suction she was drawn nearer and nearer to nirvana. Just when she saw the light begin to descend from heaven, Lou pulled back. Honey sat up on her elbows wondering why the sensation stopped. Lou mischievously stared up at her from between her legs.

“You think I’m gonna give you another orgasm after you’ve been so mean to me?” She walked her fingers across Honey’s belly before lifting a finger and moving it side to side. "Not so fast, doll."

“I’m sorry.” She begged thighs trembling. "I'll do anything." She nodded "I'll be a good girl."

Lou bit her lip at the admission. "

“Just for me?" She wanted to hear it. She needed to hear Honey say it.

Honey hastily nodded bucking her hips forward. “Yes, yes just for you. Only you.” Lou's iron grip on her hips kept her from making any significant movement, but that didn't mean she stopped trying. She maintained eye contact as she slipped two fingers inside of Honey. They went in easily leaving a wet sound to fly into the air.

"You really wanna be my good girl?"

Lou bit her bottom lip watching her ringed fingers disappear into the velvet cove she coveted. Honeys sounds of pleasure were disorienting. With each breathy moan she cast a spell specifically for Lou.

“How about, you don’t cum unless I say so."

Honey nodded hastily, still up on her elbows.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She moved her hips along with Lou's fingers. "Promise."

Lou wasn’t sure if Honey took the order seriously, but that didn’t stop her from hooking her fingers and hitting the spot that made her lovers brain go offline. Her fingers were soon soaked with Honey's sweetness that she was sure tasted even better.

“Lou- ah- ooo” she gasped “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop don’t stop dontstopdontstopdontstop “

“Did I say you could cum baby?” She didn’t stop her movement feeling Honey's walls closing in. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to, pulling another orgasm out of Honey so quickly made her ache so deliciously.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease”

Lou watched in astonishment as honey cracked and crumbled, orgasm pulling sounds out of her that were to be etched on Lou’s brain forever. Lou grinned sneaking back down between her legs, fingers still working. She took Honeys clit into her mouth sucking the cream off of it.

Honey lazily pushed her away. But Lou didn’t move. In fact she increased her intensity. She rapped against the spot inside honey faster than before. She alternated between powerful sucks and long sloppy licks from her hole over her hard clit and back again. With each movement Honey shuttered and groaned her sounds bordering on pained.

“Ah Lou” she writhed “please just- s-st” she bit her lip. She didn’t want her to stop. Nothing has ever hurt so good. “Lou I can’t, I can’t baby.”

Lou pulled back long enough to laugh. Honey didn’t find anything funny.

“I c-can’t again.” She trembled as Lou began slurping her like a melting Popsicle again.

She pulled back much to Honeys relief but only for a moment. Her fingers still drumming inside of her.

“You can and you will.” She went back to her previous actions.

“I-I can’t it’s t-too much!” She groaned squeezing her legs against Lou’s head in an attempt to push her away. Lou effortlessly pushed them back apart. She slipped her fingers back inside her, instantly finding her button.

"I thought you said you wanted to be my good girl?"

"I-" another filthy moan. "I d-do."

"Then be a good girl and cum." She kissed Honey's shining clit before continuing to lick and suck, alternating between pressures and speeds. Honey felt hot all over. A prickling sensation developed within her forcing sounds of pained pleasure to rip through her. She wanted this to go on forever while simultaneously wanting it to stop. She’d never felt so overwhelmed with need before. Seconds later Honey’s back arched off the bed as an unexpected orgasm lifted her soul out of her body.

Honey watched herself thrusting against Lou’s face riding out her earth shattering orgasm. Lou stared up at her, smug satisfaction evident as she swallowed everything Honey offered. She returned back to her body when the feelings subsided. Even still her body vibrated. Ebbing and flowing with each breath.

Lou was on her back with the blink of an eye. The bed dipped as Honey got up and left the room. She was far to dazed to care. She was on cloud nine and ready to go again if she was up for it. But, she had a feeling she wasn’t. Upon Honey’s reentry she held a damp towel.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the one taking care of you.” Lou teased as she took the towel to wipe herself.

“Yeah right, you can barely take care of yourself.”

Lou grinned watching as Honey moved around her room. She looked like she belonged there. She grinned as Honey helped her stand up so she could change the sheets. She snuck a kiss once she was on her feet. She grinned when Honey left the room and came back with a glass of water for her. She grinned as she got back in bed and tugged Lou along with her.

Through the night Lou held Honey close, now that she had her she was never going to let her go.

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

lou from love lies bleeding is lesbian (canon)

submitted by anonymous

[pfei-guy]

love lies bleeding is my hannibal if u care

[mourningd0ves]

I don't experience sexual or physical attraction often but when I do it's bitches who give this energy.

.... I think it's the gender non-conforming fashion and the hair that looks like you cut it with a knife, and also unrelenting dedication to someone you fell in love with too quickly... and also that they don't exist. Bonus if you're a little dirty and have prison tattoos, I guess. Lol

[littlerabbitpng]

We did it! The doomed yuri finally escaped the narrative!

[nazuuuu]

• LOVE LIES BLEEDING (2024)

[blazestarninja13]

Jackie: Can you name a single city in Oklahoma?

Lou: Oklahoma City, bitch!

[maddstatts]

gays + guns (IG @maddstatts)

[g0tmilkx3]

There are no Lou fics and I’m going to change that

[dailyflicks]

LOVE LIES BLEEDING (2024) dir. Rose Glass

[guacemolyarts]

study of lou