#love quinn goldberg

[voxmortuus]

Number 139. for Love Quinn xFem!reader please?

✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Love Quinn x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ You ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 495 ✧*̥˚ PROMPT: *̥˚✧ From THIS prompt list: 139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here” ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧ Public smut | Fingering in public | Reader hinting to public oral | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I will literally write for any character you send me prompts for; I love branching out! So, thank you for sending me Love Quinn! This was a nice break from ATJ and others. ✧*̥˚ DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ IMAGE CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @tvandfilm ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist *̥˚✧

The restaurant was beautiful, but of course, it was, and with Love, you wouldn't expect anything less. This woman knew how to wow you, she knew what made you tick, she knew what got your gears going in a matter of words. She knew how to give you culture, she knew how to make you smile and laugh. She gave you butterflies and she very much knew she made you feel these things, but truthfully, you told her almost daily. Looking down at yourself you often wonder why she's with you, but she always reminds you that it's what's on the inside that matters more than anything. That is most important because you need to not think badly about yourself because she loves you for you, for all of you. For every curve bump and every imperfection, in her eyes, you are art.

Looking around you draw in a breath and bite on the bottom corner of your lip before you reach for your glass and take a small sip of your beverage you look over at her and smile. You admire her, the curve of her lips, the blue of her eyes, the soft feather-like strands of her hair. With a few blinks and a warm hand on your arm, you shake your head and smile.

"Shit, hi, yes, sorry… what?" you ask. "I was just admiring you. You're absolutely stunning tonight." you state softly.

"Oh please, you're the stunning one, but did you not hear what I said?" She asked.

You flush softly and shake your head. "No, sorry, I was too busy admiring you."

"I asked you to take off your underwear.” she smirks after stating so rather bluntly.

You bink a few times and look over her face and tilt your head, and you clear your throat and lean in… "Uhhhmmm… but, there’s other people here.” you give her a nervous chuckle.

Licking her lip she takes a sip from her glass and looks back at you. "They won’t see you, there’s an entire table here." she smirks.

You flush deeply and look around and you draw in a deep breath and look around again before you slip your dress up and you slip your panties off and put them in your purse. She watches you and smirks and she places her hand on your thigh and slides her hand up your thigh and smirks slipping her fingers between your legs to feel you.

You went to speak but she gave you a stern look and smirked as she started to play with your sensitive bud. You bite your lip and you let out a soft breath. To be honest, she wasn't going to care if the whole establishment heard you.

"After this, I'm getting under the table." You state boldly.

All she could do was chuckle and look over your face. "Good thing I never wear panties." She chuckled softly as she slipped her fingers into your warm dewy core.

[xofay]

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.

[dumpitos]

Love Quinn (i miss her) ; like if save or use

[bi-disaster-yn]

See You in Westview

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: AU where Wanda takes over Westview to be with Y/N, which just so happens to be the town that Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn have decided to settle down in.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader; Love Quinn x Reader

18+, Minors DNI! Contains: oral sex (R giving), hair pulling, semi-public sex.

A/N: I am very sorry this took so long! But hoping it’s worth it :))))

“What are you looking at?” Wanda asked, pulling your stare away from Love to face her. She’d wrapped a silky red robe around her small frame and was looking at you with her arms folded.

It made you feel extremely vulnerable as you were still naked.

You moved back from the window and awkwardly pulled your arms over your body as you scrambled for something to cover yourself with.

“You knew she was looking!” You shouted at her as your hands landed on a t-shirt and you pulled it on. Your chest was heaving and your head was swimming. The aftermath of the sex was still surging through your body but it clashed with your anger at Wanda for letting Love see you like that.

“Knew who was looking?” Her voice was sweet but her facial expression was unforgiving. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing.

“Love! You knew she could see us!” You were frantic, throwing your arms up dramatically.

“Why does it matter if she’s seen us?” Wanda was getting increasingly enraged but managed to maintain her poise as she stared you down.

It made you pause and scramble to come up with an answer. Your mouth opened to respond but your brain didn’t cooperate. At this point it was pretty clear that you weren’t going to come out of this without looking guilty.

You tried to speak again but stuttered, feeling hot and suffocated under Wanda’s strong gaze.

“Are you fucking her?” Wanda accused, cocking her head to the side which had notoriously shown enemies much tougher than you that she was a force to be reckoned with.

“What? No!” Your heart and your mind were racing at the same time. Although you were telling the truth, you knew that Wanda could read minds. She’d be able to see the filthy daydreams you’d had of Love. How would Wanda know if they were simply daydreams or memories? Could she tell the difference of you betraying her physically and mentally?

“Don’t lie to me!” Wanda’s Sokovian accent now slipped through as she got increasingly frustrated with you.

It was the first time you’d noticed that the full time you’d lived in Westview, Wanda had spoken with an American accent. It made you stop in your tracks and stare at her with eyebrow raised confusion. You knew Wanda was powerful but the events of the past few weeks in this dreary town were now making you question just how powerful she was.

Perhaps you weren’t going crazy or becoming seriously ill. Maybe there was an explanation for the gaps in your memory or your sudden changes in career and that red mist you’d become far too accustomed to.

“Wanda.” You gulped. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on, honey,” her sweet American accent returned, “is that my wife is lying to me.”

“Yeah?” You challenged, feeling a bit more comfortable as you pulled on some sweatpants. “Well so is mine!”

Once again you felt the tense atmosphere settle between you and Wanda as you stared each other down. You caught a glimpse of flashing red in her eyes but it flickered. Wanda knew you were on to her and had to pick her next move wisely so as not freak you out. She had to do this next part without her magic.

“I think I need some space.” She decided calmly. “I’ll go stay with Agnes.”

This proposition didn’t seem acceptable to you. In the first instance, although you had been disloyal with your thoughts, you still couldn’t stomach the idea of Agnes being Wanda’s shoulder to cry on. It made your stomach churn: the idea of Agnes comforting Wanda and then using it as a way to take advantage and have her way with her. Wanda was still your wife afterall, you weren’t going to let Agnes in between you just so easily.

Likewise, you still weren’t quite sure what Wanda was doing with her powers to manipulate everything around you. If she left, it would give her a chance to keep you locked in the house and you didn’t quite fancy playing prisoner to her.

“No, I’ll go. I need some space to think.” You said and pulled some shoes on.

Wanda scoffed. “And where are you gonna go?”

“Anywhere but here.”

*

It felt like you had been walking for hours. Each step you drove your feet even further into the ground. You were panting and sweating, trying to find a way out of this godforsaken town.

Every time you thought you’d be close to the edge of town, more blocks of houses appeared to barricade you into this place. Westview was an endless maze of dead-ends with no escape. It was hopeless.

At home or out in the streets, Wanda wasn’t going to let you get away so easily.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the car pull up next to you.

“Hey.” You heard a familiar voice say. “Get in.”

You turned your head to see Love’s friendly face. It made you pause for a second. There were tears running down your face and your cheeks were puffy. The embarrassment of her having seen you being claimed earlier and now catching you crying in the streets brought out a scarlet shade on your cheeks.

“Come on,” she pleaded. “We’ll go to the bakery. We can talk?”

The promise of the bakery: your personal safe haven in this town was magnetising. Before you could register what you were doing, you were getting into Love’s car with her.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you pulled your seatbelt on. “I didn’t mean for you to see that earlier.”

“Why are you sorry I saw you with your wife?” Love swallowed thickly and gave you an unconvincing chuckle. She was no longer looking at you, instead focusing on the road ahead.

“You know why.” You said definitively, also fixating on the road. You awkwardly folded your arms and suffered the rest of the trip in silence.

At the bakery, Love busied herself with turning the lights on and starting up the coffee machine. You awkwardly followed her in, taking your usual seat and watching her get to work. She was getting clumsy, her hands shaking as she took coffee cups. Her actions were frantic and thoughtless as she tried her best to maintain a sense of normality.

“Love.” You said, pulling her out of her distracted daze. She turned round to you with her eyes widened.

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m even doing!” Love confessed, throwing her hands up in the air. It took you aback and you settled further back into your chair with your eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation.

“I have a husband, a baby, my own business. Perfect little white picket fence life. This is what I always wanted!” She continued, as if trying to convince herself rather than you.

You sat rooted in your chair still staring at her in bewilderment. She looked back at you desperately, her chest heaving as she took you in. Disheveled, you sat there in the t-shirt and sweatpants that you’d scrambled to cover yourself with earlier. It made you feel like a mess but Love was captivated by you. It was a glimpse of your domestic self. This was the part of you only Wanda had been given the privilege of seeing up until now. Love was jealous, wanting to keep you like this all to herself.

There was a tightening in your chest as you felt like Love’s intense stare had penetrated your skin and she could see right through you.

“So why the fuck can I not stop thinking about you?!”

The shouting startled you. At the same time, it invigorated you. It confirmed all your wildest fantasies about her were now a possibility. The almost kiss from the week before was deliberate. She brought you cupcakes because she missed you and wanted you. The feelings you had for her were mutual.

Cautiously, you stood up from your chair and moved towards her. Love felt vulnerable and started to draw inwards to herself.

When you reached her, you pulled her in by her waist and pressed your lips against hers and accomplished what you had failed to do the week before.

Love was reluctant at first but slowly started to relax into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, desperately pulling you as close to her as physically possible. She moaned into the kiss as you moved your hands down to grope her ass.

You kissed her with a fierceness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Both of you moved your heads in perfect synchronisation as the kiss deepened. It was like you were born to do this.

Drawing back from the kiss your lips latched on to her neck, desperate to feel more of her. She let out some needy gasps, raking her hands through your hair.

You moved your hands to the back of her knees and picked her up so her legs were wrapped round your waist. She let out a giggle, having been oblivious to your super strength before. She was as light as a feather to you.

You placed her down on one of the tables, kicking the chair out of the way. She looked up at you with innocent eyes, begging you to lead the way. You were only too happy to oblige.

Smirking, you unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lilac lace bra. It matched her amethyst pendant which sat perfectly on her chest. You leaned down and started to kiss and nibble at her collarbone and chest, bringing out little satisfied mewls from Love.

“You’re beautiful.” You muttered against her skin. She was truly beautiful, the way her body responded to all of your little touches. She arched her back into you, almost as though she was trying to merge you both into the one person.

“You make me feel so much better than he does.” She rasped back, her voice raising in pitch as you bit and sucked at a sensitive spot on her chest. It made you feel euphoric: having won this invisible battle between yourself and Joe.

You responded with unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down along with her underwear. Eye contact was maintained as you got on your knees on the floor in front of her and hooked your arms around her bare legs. She looked at you expectantly, her mouth agape and she shuddered in anticipation.

You didn’t keep her waiting long as you dragged your tongue along her glistening sex. It drew out a loud groan from her and she threw her head back. You got to work with your tongue, settling into a nice pace and moving in a circular motion.

“Oh, GOD.” She moaned, taking a fistful of your hair. From your spot on the floor, you continued to look up at her as though you were staring at an angel. The way her face contorted with pleasure at how you were making her feel sent shivers down your spine.

It made you feel lucky to be able to provide her with this elated joy. Between your legs you felt your own flutter of excitement. Giving Love this pleasure with all the lights on in the bakery and no shutters; this time you didn’t care who saw you.

Love was very vocal, letting out exasperated and guttural moans, her grip tightening on your hair which incurred a nice burn on your scalp. You kept her legs firmly in place as you continued to flick your tongue against her clit.

“Just like that, right there.” She panted, feeling the build up of her orgasm. You obeyed and ghosted your fingertips over her thighs to increase the sensitivity.

She let out little excited moans and gasps then proceeded to chant your name out like a prayer as she was pushed over the edge. You lapped up her juices and continued to work your tongue to drag her orgasm out for as long as possible. She let out a final scream and rested on her elbows, staring down at you on your knees in front of her.

You rested back on your heels to get in a more comfortable position. Gazing up at Love with adoration, your heart skipped a beat as you saw her expression change.

She sniffled and a tear rolled down her cheek. You frowned and moved to comfort her, presuming that she was upset at the infidelity that had just been committed. She stopped you with the shaking of her head.

“I’m sorry.” She mouthed at you.

There was no time to question what she meant as a blunt force knocked you unconscious and everything turned to black.

*

The sharp pain in your head was magnified by the bright lights beating down on you. You blinked a few times to try and take in your surroundings.

You were trapped in a glass box situated in the middle of a dark room. The absence of windows suggested that this was a basement. You deduced that you were still in the bakery based on the heavenly smell of cakes that are fresh out of the oven.

Although, this only caused further confusion. Love had always been a sweet and inviting character up until now. Surely, she couldn’t be capable of manipulating a crime like this.

Suddenly, you realised you didn’t actually know that much about her. You’d built up an idea of her in your head and only paid attention to the positive things about her. The gorgeous woman and loving mother whose husband didn’t appreciate her. Perhaps Love was a criminal mastermind and you were just none the wiser.

Manoeuvring yourself on to your side and resting on your elbow, you prayed that this was just a dream. A very very bad dream.

“Well well well, look who’s awake.” The voice sent a sharp jolt of dread through your body. Your eyes widened as you looked up at to come face to face with the woman holding you captive.

Agnes.

Except, she wasn’t in her usual attire. Her hair was static and crazy, she wore a long purple gown that looked like a Halloween costume. She looked neurotic and gleeful, seeing you trapped in your box.

Next to her stood Love, who was shaking uncontrollably. She gave you an apologetic expression, the tears still cascading down her face.

“Agnes?” You choked out, your voice weak and hoarse.

“Oh dear, let me introduce myself properly.” She smiled back at you menacingly. “The name is Agatha Harkness.”

Agatha paced outside your cage twirling her fingers which let out little purple sparks. As she did so, the amethyst pendant that adorned Love’s neck twinkled and her eyes shone a deep purple.

The necklace wasn’t a present from Joe or her friends or even a treat to herself. It was a tool that Agatha used to keep her little servant in line.

It became very clear that Love might have been the braun of this operation, but Agatha was the brain.

“You see I’ve been wanting to get to your wife for a little while, Y/N. To get her power, learn all her little secrets. She can’t use that power like I can.” She stopped, turning to face you and held your gaze.

“With the hand of my little helper here and her husband’s odd little glass box contraption,” she put her hand on Love’s shoulder who then tried to wriggle out of Agatha’s grasp. “I now have the perfect thing to lure her in! Her wife, who she loves so much that she took over an entire town to be with.”

“Her wife, who has just betrayed her. Hopefully, the pain of that will make her weak enough for me to strike.”

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[giathegreat]

I don't really like how this came out, but I love Love Quinn sooooo!!!!!

[deardarlingthings]

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.

[bestwitchsam]

[thegirlwithkaleidoscopeeyess]

Somebody does need to die for this to end for good.

[will-is-silly]

dropping this here in case someone wanted it

[xoivy]

honestly if i were joe goldberg i would've killed myself way before i got to season 4

[xofay]

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

[dumpitos]

Victoria (wifey) Pedretti; like if save or use

[beforeimdeceased]

[deardarlingthings]

i was not prepared for the queen to make her return like this

long live the queen

[bestwitchsam]

LOVE IS BACK

[happy74827]

Shadow Knight

[Joe Goldberg x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: One thing to know about Joe, is that he’d do anything to protect you. Regardless if you want him to or not.

WC: 2776

Category: Hurt/Comfort [TW — Joe]

Finally wrote a Joe Goldberg fic. My friend begged me to write him so I did (you’re welcome @summerrivera777777). I really don’t know what else to say… so enjoy!

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You were his. That’s all Joe cared about in his head. He thought of you and only you.

He remembered that night after your first kiss. You had told him that you loved him. It was a warm summer night. It had been dark, but the stars were shining so brightly that the moonlight shone through the window. You had made him feel things.

It was such a new feeling.

It was scary but exhilarating. This wasn’t like Beck or Love. It was different. It was amazing.

He wanted you, and he was willing to do anything to keep you.

When he found out about your annoying pest of a neighbor, he had been a bit put off at first. How dare he come in and try to woo you from under his nose? He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the short, small, wiry guy being able to compete with his stature. Joe clearly outranked him, and he wanted to make it known.

It started off as a little harmless fun, a way for him to see what this guy was capable of. A way for him to test your limits and then go even further.

Joe knew how to push the right buttons. And it wasn't long before he had him right where he wanted him.

Now, he would be able to protect you. You didn't have to worry about that scrawny little bastard hurting you anymore. Joe would take care of you. He was so good to you and would continue to be so. He was yours.

He would keep you safe from all the dangers that lurked in the world. He had found himself wanting to help you in that way, protect you, provide for you. He could feel it. He wanted you to depend on him, and he was eager for that moment to come.

For now, all he wanted to do was watch. He wanted to watch this short little guy attempt to steal his girl from under his nose. He wanted to watch the pathetic creature get on his knees and beg. He wanted to see you tell him to fuck off and then run back into his arms. He wanted to watch you beg him to take care of you.

“Oh, Joe,” you had whimpered against his lips. He held you closer, keeping you safe and close. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding him tight to you. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to hold you up.

He felt so big and strong against you. He always felt so strong and reliable. He always made you feel so safe and wanted. He always made you feel so loved. He always made you feel like you were the only woman on earth, and you always wanted to feel this way forever.

His mouth left yours and moved to your neck, kissing and sucking there. His hands groped your body, slipping under the thin material of your t-shirt. He continued to kiss and bite down your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips.

He was in heaven. He was living a dream. This beautiful, smart, funny woman was all his, and he could feel himself becoming overwhelmed with emotions.

He pulled back to look at your face. You had a serene expression, one that Joe often saw when he made you come undone. You were perfect. You were everything to him.

His hands cupped your cheeks, and he kissed you softly. You kissed him back, opening your mouth for him to taste you.

Joe loved this. He loved every minute of it. It wasn't just about sex for him anymore. It was about sharing his love with you. He had given you the most sacred part of himself, and you had given it right back.

He was so happy he thought he could burst.

Your front door suddenly flew open, and Joe dropped you on your couch as quickly as possible, making sure to fix his shirt in the process. He moved in front of you protectively and glared at the small figure standing in the doorway.

He glared down at the man. His lips were pressed in a tight line, and his jaw was clenched. He was so pissed, but he wasn't going to allow that bastard to see it.

“Jared? You do realize I didn’t give you those keys just to open my door whenever you want, right?” Your voice was stern and angry, causing Joe to smirk. He was so proud of you, of your ability to stand up for yourself. You tell him off.

Joe watched as Jared ran his fingers through his messy hair, looking nervous and flustered. He looked at you and then at Joe before glancing back at you. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, but he closed it quickly.

He tried again but only ended up stuttering and not saying a word. His eyes were darting back and forth between Joe and you as if he were looking for a way to escape.

Joe watched as he looked like a fish out of water. He had never seen this guy speechless before, so he was enjoying every minute of this.

You seemed to have finally had enough, as well. You threw your hands up and sighed loudly, rolling your eyes at Jared's awkwardness.

"Is there something you need, Jared? I’m really busy at the moment." Your words were sharp and short. Again, Joe smiled at how badass you were. It was hard to believe that a month ago, you were this nervous little thing. You couldn’t even say the word 'no,' and now, here you were, telling off this guy twice your size. You were just a ball of fire.

“I, uhm... I just... I wanted to see if you were okay after what happened earlier today. I was worried, I guess." Jared said. His voice was quiet and sounded so small. He sounded nervous and fidgety. Joe almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He might’ve even felt sorry if he didn’t catch what he had said.

What happened… earlier?

Joe gave you a look, hoping you'd fill him in. You were his girlfriend, the person he cared about more than anything in this world, but you were keeping secrets? What was happening here?

You seemed to understand what he wanted and looked over at Jared before glancing back at him. Joe tilted his head slightly, silently asking you to tell him what was happening. You took a deep breath and looked at him with your big brown eyes before turning to look at Jared.

"I'm okay, Jared, thank you. But I am really busy, and I have a lot on my plate at the moment, so I can't really talk. Maybe later?" You smiled sweetly at him. "I'll give you a call?"

He seemed to relax a little at your words, smiling at you. He took a deep breath and nodded his head. He turned to face Joe for a moment, just staring at him for a beat before turning back to you.

He sighed and seemed to deflate like a balloon losing air. "Okay, yeah. Just let me know if you need anything. I'll call you later, then. Have a good night." Jared gave you a quick wave before walking out the door and closing it behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Joe turned to look at you, waiting for an explanation.

"What happened today?" He couldn’t help but think of the worst, worrying that maybe you had met someone else. That Jared had hurt you or something.

Your eyes went wide, and you shook your head vigorously as if reading his mind. "Oh, no. Nothing like that. It was... uhm..." You took a deep breath, seeming to collect your thoughts. "It was just me."

You let out a nervous laugh, but Joe was still staring at you intently. "Okay, well, it was this thing." You hesitated for a moment, staring at him, and he nodded his head, encouraging you to continue. You took a deep breath and started explaining.

You went on to tell him about the charity event that you had attended. You told him how there was a guy that had been hitting on you. He sounded like a total creep to Joe, and he couldn't understand how you would let some rando put his hands on you. You had a boyfriend, for Christ's sake! How dare he?! Joe didn't know how he would've survived if he had seen you with another man. He would've beaten the shit out of that guy, but he would've also beat himself up for not being able to protect you from that.

He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to keep you safe and protected. It was his duty. He was going to protect you. He wanted to protect you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Joe asked, keeping his voice low and even. He was trying to be calm about this, but he was quite the opposite. He wanted to go and hunt this guy down and find out exactly what happened, where he touched you, what he said. He needed to know where this guy was, and he needed to make sure he wouldn’t be a problem for you. He would handle it. No one would touch his girl. He would keep you safe. He would kill for you if that's what it took. He would do anything for you.

You sighed and dropped your gaze from his, staring at your feet. You had the nerve to be embarrassed about it. That made him even angrier.

"I don't want to make a big deal out of it. It was just a dumb charity thing; I'm sure it's happened to lots of people." You didn't even sound convincing to yourself, and the sight of your hunched-over figure was enough for Joe to lose it.

He took a deep breath and sighed loudly, feeling his anger building in the pit of his stomach. He was on the verge of exploding, but you were clueless about what he was feeling. You were trying to pretend like it was no big deal, and you didn't even realize what you had just done.

You were his. His to protect. He wasn't going to allow this guy to take that from him. He wasn't going to allow this guy to touch what's his.

Joe stood up from the couch and started pacing around the living room. You watched him curiously for a moment before following his movement. You stood up from the couch, ready to stop him from walking around, but he turned around suddenly, looking at you. He glared down at you for a moment, and you stopped in your tracks.

“Did you get his name?” His voice was dark and dangerous, like a predator that was ready to kill.

You hesitated for a moment as if you were debating with yourself. He watched your face as you thought, waiting for your answer. Your brows furrowed as you thought, and your bottom lip was between your teeth. You were worried about something. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that he wasn't going to like it.

You sighed and glanced up at him with those big doe eyes before glancing back down to your feet. You seemed to be looking at his shoes, counting the laces as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"I did." You murmured.

"What is it?" His voice was a low growl.

"Joe, this doesn't-"

"What is his name?" Joe snapped, glaring down at you. He didn't mean to yell, but it was taking all his energy to hold back. You flinched at his tone, and he wanted to punch himself.

"I don't want you to get involved in this. I'm okay. I promise." You said. "I just want to forget it ever happened. Please, just let me take care of it." You sounded so defeated, and Joe wanted to reach out and hold you, but he knew he needed to hold himself back. He needed to keep himself from you for a moment. He wanted to get out of his own head before he did anything stupid.

"How?" His voice was cold, colder than he meant to let on.

"What?" You looked up at him, and he felt like he was looking into your soul. It was so beautiful and pure. You were so innocent and good, so sweet and soft. He never wanted to do anything to hurt you. He would protect you and keep you safe from all the bad things in the world. This guy included.

“How can you forget it happened?" He said, glaring at you. "What did he do? What did he say to you?" His voice was getting louder by the second, and you took a step back, flinching again. His stomach twisted as he saw your reaction, and he tried to calm himself. He took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. "Did he touch you?"

You looked away from his face and sighed. Your gaze landed on your feet, and you seemed to be counting the laces in his shoes again.

"It doesn't matter what happened," you said.

"What did happen?" Joe asked again.

"Joe," you said, looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes, "It really doesn't matter, okay? I don't want to talk about it."

"I need to know."

You rolled your eyes at that and threw your hands up. "Why? So you can go after him and make it worse?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew he had to tell you. " You’re scared. I don’t want you to be scared anymore. I want to help you."

He wanted to take away that fear. He wanted to take care of you. He wanted to be the only person you needed to protect yourself. He didn't want you to be afraid. He wanted you to be able to feel safe and loved.

"You can't protect me all the time. Sometimes I have to be able to stand up for myself and do this stuff, Joe." You sounded defeated, but Joe shook his head.

"You shouldn't have to."

"It was just one guy." You shrugged your shoulders. "I can handle it."

"You shouldn't have to! Just… Please, just let me help you." His voice was pleading. He knew he sounded desperate and pathetic, but he needed to be the one to protect you.

You didn't say anything to that and looked back down to the floor. Joe's eyes followed you, staring at you for a moment. He noticed that you weren't moving anymore.

“Jim,” You murmured quietly, your head still bowed. It was so quiet that Joe wasn't sure he heard you right.

"What?"

"His name is Jim," you said, looking up at him with your big brown eyes. "Jim Haynes. I saw him in the building this morning when I was walking to my car. He lives in 1515."

He heard you. You told him.

You gave him what he wanted, and he couldn't help but smile. It was a wide smile, one that you saw often on Joe.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you in close to him. You squeaked as you were being moved across the room, and you held your breath as you realized where he was heading. You knew what was going to happen, and you couldn't help the rush of excitement and heat that filled you.

You watched his face as you moved, seeing his big brown eyes glued to yours. Your mouth went dry as you stared back into his dark eyes. You felt your pulse race as his gaze felt like a touch.

“Thank you for trusting me.” He whispered, his breath tickling your face. He was truly so happy to finally be given this information. It felt good knowing that he could help you. He could keep you safe from harm.

He pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was slow and soft. You could feel the emotions on his lips, feel how much he cared. You could feel how much he wanted you. He pressed his body against yours, wanting to feel you pressed against him.

Tonight, he would protect you. Tomorrow, he will make sure you stay protected. But right now, he was going to take care of you. He was going to be there for you.

He was going to take care of you, and then, he was going to take care of Jim Haynes.