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gezelligs-world · 7 months

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Moments With You (Pt.1)

(Bada Lee x Fem!Reader)

Warning: NSFW

MOMENT 1

It's past midnight already but you're still working on a specific report on your laptop. You heard Bada getting up at your shared bed and hugging you from behind.

"When will you finish? It's already morning." Bada said, eyeing the report you're making.

"I'm almost done Sweetface. Go to sleep, you have class tomorrow." You replied, caressing her hair for a short period of time and went back to typing again. Bada whispered at the loss of warmth. She slammed your laptop making you glare at her.

"Do you know how expensive Macbook is these days— Hey!" You yelped when Bada picked you up in bridal style.

"Hey woman! I need to finish that report!" Bada put you down on the bed and covered your figures with a duvet.

"Young lady, it's already 3 in the morning. I don't take 'no' for an answer." She cuddled you on her chest and closed her eyes. You huffed in response.

"Jerk." You whispered.

"I heard that." Bada said, tightening her grip around you.

MOMENT 2

You have a day off and decided to use it today. You're watching episode 5 of Street Woman Fighter 2 at yours and Bada's shared penthouse. You're at the part where the other crews choose BEBE as the most likely to get eliminated. You don't hate the other crews, you understand that it's a competition and they need to be fair when it comes to choosing. You hear your phone rang and you already know who it is.

"Did you watch episode 5? I heard it already got aired." Bada asked but you know she's dissapointed at herself deep inside.

"Want me to cook you your favorite meal?" You asked. You can hear silent sniffs but you stay silent.

"Yes...yes please. I also want hugs and kisses" Bada whispered.

"Alright alright, drive safe." You hung up the phone and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

Hours later, you heard the door open. Bada is home. You heard footsteps approaching your figure and two arms wrapping around your waist.

"Sorry I took too long, the traffic is worse today." Bada murmured against your neck, putting a couple of pecks there.

"It's alright." There's a minute of silence until you decide to speak again.

"Are you alright now?" You asked.

"When I was at the set? No. But now that I'm home, I'm feeling much better." You smiled at her response.

"That's good to hear." You replied, caressing her cheek.

"You are what you are. Don't let others opinions define you." You whispered, kissing her under her left eye.

MOMENT 3

"No." You said sitting with your arms crossed, staring at Bada with a stern face. Bada looked at you with her puppy(wolf) eyes.

"Please? I saw it at the store and immediately thought of you." You looked at the dress again and then at Bada. It's a wine-colored satin dress with a slit on the right side.

"I thought you don't like me wearing dresses?" You asked.

"I love seeing you in dresses Bae, I just don't like the boys staring at you. However, it's just me that will get to see you in this dress so I have no problem." You sighed. You took the dress and went to your shared bedroom to change.

You went out of your bedroom and saw Bada sitting on the coach, patiently waiting. When she heard heels clicking, which she also bought for you, she looked up and paused for a while.

"You okay there, Sweetface?" You asked. Bada motioned you to come closer to her and wrap her arms around your waist.

"You're breathtaking." She whispered, putting her chin on your tummy and looked up at you.

"You say that to me everyday." You chuckled, caressing her hair.

"It's true." She replied, pulling your arms towards her, making you strangle on her lap.

Bada leaned in and kissed you with so much affection with her arms wrapped around you. She began to kiss your neck to your collarbone making you hitch your breath.

"I'm not done yet." Bada said, unbuttoning her polo.

She lays you down on the couch and removes your heels while staring at you with a smirk. She hovered above you and began to kiss you again.

MOMENT 4

You woke up in the middle of the night, no longer feeling Bada's arms around you. You looked towards the window and saw Bada standing there with a robe on, admiring the silent city beneath your penthouse. You grab the duvet and wrap it around your body. You approach her and hug her from behind.

"It's late, why are you still up?" You asked.

"Just woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep anymore." Bada responded. She put her arm around your shoulders and both of you admired your surroundings.

"I'm so lucky to have you." Bada said, looking at you with so much love.

"Same as I." You smiled and put your head on her chest.

"What if I didn't get to meet you?" Bada stared down at you, waiting for your answer.

"Maybe you and Howl will be the one dating instead of me." You joked but Bada took it seriously.

"Bae, Howl knows that I'm into girls. And no one ever caught my attention at one glance except for you." You rolled your eyes at her statement.

"Since when did you become so cheesy." You replied, tickling her sides.

"Only for you Bae— Stop that tickles!"

MOMENT 5

"Looking pretty, Sweetface." You said, filming Bada while she's getting her makeup done. You visited Bada during the filming of 'Smoke' for the Class Mission.

"Stop it, we're in public." You laughed at Bada's blushing face. The makeup artist also joining in.

"I saw the other leaders makeup, they look so creepy." You jokingly said, making Bada laugh.

"Is it really?" You nodded.

Bada stood up and went to the rack where the clothes is hanged. She grab two outfits and stood in front of you.

"This or this?" You analyze the outfit carefully.

"This outfit and use this bandana." You answered. Bada nodded and went to change. Couple of minutes later, Bada went out with her outfit. You approached her while smiling in satisfaction, fixing the bandana on her head.

"You look handsomely stunning." Bada chuckled and pecked your lips when the makeup artist is not looking.

"You can go outside to check the filming or rest there at the couch." Bada reminded you as she opened the door. She paused for a while and turned to you.

"I love you." She immediately closed the door leaving you chuckling.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #spotify #bada lee x y/n #cute #w/w romance #gxg imagine #Spotify #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee swf2 #swf2

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shoyoackerman · 3 months

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“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

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dramastream · 9 months

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All of Us Are Dead (2022 ‒ ) dir. Lee Jae Gyoo

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screensavorstudios · 7 months

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Ever wondered what it might be like if Sadako dated an office receptionist who put her on hold? We did and we made a game about it! https://screen-savor-studios.itch.io/how-may-i-direct-your-curse Check out out submission for the 2023 Spooktober game jam! The biggest visual novel jam of the year! We put a lot of heart and soul into the game and it's FREE for the month of October so be sure check it out and give it a review and rating for the Jam! Let's plays with commentary are welcome but silent speed runs are not since this is a visual novel with a few logic puzzles so it's kind of a sad thing to try speed run.

#visual novel #halloween #Sadako #the ring #lgbtq #video games #yuri #horror #spooky #w/w romance #saphic #It's a spooky game #not really a horror game #But there is gay panic from a ghost

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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can you do a story with heavy smut with larissa weems x reader where the reader gets punished but first larissa makes the reader grind on her thigh roughly and then she eats her out and fingers the reader, plus some overstimulation and praising and degradation

Hey Hey Hey!

Thanks for the request, ofc I can! I lobe the detail 😏 One Larissa Weems x reader smut fic with thigh riding, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, degrading, praising, and punishment coming up 😉 I hope this lives up to the level of heated smut you were imagining…

Use Me ~Larissa Weems xFem Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, sex, smut, thigh riding, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, degrading, praising, and punishment, lots of kinks, etc.

It’s a long one 😏

Enjoy (;

When Larissa Weems was stressed, she was one of two things. One: she overworked herself to distract. Or two: she was overly horny.

And right now, dealing with Wednesday Addams, Larissa had put herself into the hyper drive of overworking. Sometimes, she didn’t even come into bed until 1 am. And then she’d get up at 4 or 5am!!

It was a horrible sight to see. You hated seeing her this stressed.

Although… you did have to admit… Her being extra horny and demanding made your knees extra weak and your underwear extra soaked…

But it was still a heart breaking thing to watch…

One night, you were in her office, doing some grading on your own, when Larissa stormed in, slamming the door in frustration.

“I swear, Wednesday Addams is going to get herself expelled!” Larissa exclaimed.

“Come here,” you patted her office chair.

She huffed in annoyance and defeat as she plopped down onto the chair. She started to grip the sides in frustration, turning her knuckles white.

You hated to see her in such a state.

“Tell me what happened?” You gently urged. You wanted her to talk through her frustrations, and not just bottle them up.

She moved her hand to her forehead with a big sigh, “Wednesday broke another rule… she left during the lockdown.” Larissa huffed out in defeat.

You could hear the stress and exhaustion in Larissa’s voice…

You got up from your seat to embrace her. The embrace slowly turned into a kiss. Pretty soon, you were straddled on Larissa’s lap, hungrily kissing her.

You just wanted her to have some relief. And you also wanted her… really badly…

Larissa pulled away after a minute, looking at you, straddling her with lustful, eager eyes. She couldn’t help but laugh.

You looked at her with a smile, “what?” You asked with curiosity.

“Are you seriously using this to take advantage of me?” Larissa joked, acting as if you had offended her.

You fake pouted. “Pleeeeease…” you asked in a whiny, childlike, pretend voice.

In that moment, Larissa’s eyes shifted to a deep flame.

“Well If you want me so bad, here’s my thigh to satisfy you…” Larissa tauntingly teased.

“What?” You asked, stunned for a moment.

“You heard me” she purred, “Bad girls who take advantage get to satisfy themselves on my thigh…”

The air in your lungs was sucked up. Larissa was looking at you with serious, determined, lustful eyes. She wasn’t kidding…

You gulped and moved yourself to straddle only one of her thighs. She rolled up her dress for you and your soaked folds. You began to grind down on her thigh, causing a few moans to already escape your lips.

Larissa hummed in delight, “My my, your already so soaked? Such a slut for me…” she purred, intently watching you ride her thigh.

Your grinds and rolling of your hips got erratic very quickly. You were already so close to the edge… And Larissa could tell.

“Does my pretty little whore wanna cum?” she taunted. You shook your head vigourously, as your grinding got more and more sloppy.

“Fuck, please… please, let me cum” you mewled, so close to your release.

Larissa chuckled. “Get off my thigh.”

You looked up in shock and disappointment, but you were smart enough to not talk back. You knew what talking back could lead to…

You simply followed her instructions begrudgingly.

Larissa chuckled again, “This is a punishment, darling… Did you really think I was going to let you cum?” she laughed.

You whined.

“On the desk. Now.” she demanded.

You were quick to listen, prepared to do anything to achieve your desperately needed release.

Larissa stood up and came over, trapping you in between her and the desk. She pulled apart your legs, and leaned into your ear…

“Here is what’s going to happen pet,” her nicknames for you sent chills down your spine and she knew it, “You’re going to sit here patiently while I go feral on your wet cunt, and your not going to cum.”

You looked at her in desperation and pleaded desperately with your eyes and body language.

Larissa paid no mind as she knelt down to met your slippery folds. She attached her tongue to them, eliciting a loud, needy moan from your lips. This only spurred her on more. How far could she push you?

She started to lap up your pussy at a relentless pace, causing your hips to violently buck into her face. You needed to cum so badly… and Larissa knew it. She took pleasure in knowing it.

“That’s a good slut, take your punishment like a good girl” she spurred you on.

Your moans turned into mewls which turned into pleads. Your breathing was erratic. Your mind foggy. You were so close.

But every time you were almost there, Larissa would pull back just enough to keep you teetering on your climax.

And every time, Larissa just tauntingly laughed.

Just when you thought it was bad enough, you felt a finger start circling your clit.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and anticipation. “Fuuuuck, please. Pleeeease…” you begged.

Bit Larissa didn’t respond verbally, no…

Instead, she added another finger in place of her tongue.

As fingered your aching pussy, she sloppily kissed you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue.

But she didn’t stop kissing you either. You moaned into her mouth in desperation, as she began tongue fucking your mouth, while fingering your desperate cunt AND circling your clit with her palm.

Tears started to grow in your eyes. “No…no, fuck… please…” you mewled through her rough assault on your mouth.

The stimulation was becoming too much. You needed to cum.

Larissa pulled her face away, but continued her assault on your pussy.

“Be a good girl for me for one more thing, and then you can cum, ok?”

You nodded, head filled in a desperate, overstimulate sex fog.

What one more thing?

Then, Larissa added a second finger into your dripping cunt.

Oh Fuck.

You basically screamed in overstimulation. But you didn’t cum. You were trying so hard not to.

“That’s my good girl” Larissa purred, “Letting me use you like a personal fuck toy and listening to my instructions…”

You couldn’t handle this. It was an overload now. Her two fingers inside you. Her palm on your clit. Her voice in her mind.

Finally, Larissa decided you had had enough.

“Go ahead, cum on my fingers my pretty little slut.”

At that sentence, your walls fluttered before roughly clenching onto Larissa’s fingers. A tidal wave of electricity ran through you. It was so much, you grabbed onto Larissa’s shoulder for support. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably. Her name rolled off your tongue in a shriek of pleasure. Tears rolled down your cheeks in relief and overstimulation.

And Larissa was right there with you. “There you go… That’s it… Ride it out… Such a good girl…” she praised, as she helped you down from your intense climax.

By the end, your mascara was all over your face, and your body was trembling all over.

“Come here, darling.” Larissa took you into her arms in her chair.

You two hugged each other for a while, helping you regain your steady breathing.

Eventually you spoke up, “We should really do that again sometime…” you lightly chuckled, your voice hoarse from its previous overuse.

“Really?” Larissa asked, a bit surprised, “It wasn’t too much? I’m always afraid I’m too harsh when I’m this stressed and take it out on you…”

Your heart melted at her concern and surprise. You sat up a bit and looked her in the eyes.

“My love, I absolutely adore you no matter how stressed you are, in fact…”

“Yes?” she interrupted you.

“In fact… I actually find your stressed self quite arousing.” you told her with a small grin.

“Oh you do you?” she asked, chuckling.

You hummed in response.

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w-wquotes · 4 months

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Paralels

#wednesday #wenclair #piper x alex #vauseman #oitnb #w/w romance #wednesday x enid #tv

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deepoceanexplorer · 1 year

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Ready to protect my w/w ships from death and cancelation in 2023

#gap the series #villanelle #clexa #villaneve #killing eve #jodie comer #warrior nun #avatrice #gay #w/w romance #lgbtq

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urlezgf · 1 month

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I want …. Wait no I desperately need to be treated like a princess . I tend to be dom femme and I need someone to take control of me . To be aggressive in a sweet loving way .

Tell me to shut up while you pull my hair and slid your tongue down my throat while you call me beautiful and proceed to fuck me like a princess .

Is that too much to ask for ???

#lesbian #w/w nsft #lgbtq community #w/w #lgbtq #nswf post #w/w romance #sapphic #lgbt nsft #sapphic yearning #femme4femme #femme lesbian #hornyposting #fuck my body #lesbian yearning #lesbian nsft #femme nsft

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annachum · 10 months

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Kahlopatra HCs

. They defo regularly have double dates with Confi and Harriet ( and also Sacagawea Jr and Carver Jr ). Or they be on a triple date cuz that is fine too

. Frida tries her best to help Cleo shake off the ' beauty standards ' she imposes on herself

. Comparing to her past relationships with JFK Jr and Abe, Cleo feels more genuine romantically around Frida

. Art dates ( like arts and crafts, arts galleries ) while drinking coffee and/or tea. Bless

. Teaching each other's languages

. Frida once did a portrait of Cleo and SHE LOVES IT ( especially how Frida nails Cleo's nose. Bless )

. Let's just say that Cleopatra VII likes Frida Jr better as a S/O fot her Clone daughter. Bless.

. Movie and TV date nights, study dates, etc

. They defo help each other in fashion styling. Bless.

. Cleo once gifted Frida a rainbow floral crown AND SHE LOVES IT SM, SHE JUMPED ONTO CLEO AND SHOWERED HIM WITH KISSES. BLESS

🤯🤯🤯🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#kahlopatra #frida khalo clone high #cleo clone high #I LOVE THIS SHIP SM AAAAAAAAHHH #w/w romance #clone high hcs

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ghost-n-butteredtoast · 7 months

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Dimitrescu Books customers be like:

Chapter 38: WRITING IN PROGRESS

🖤

#alcina dimitrescu x oc #alcina x female reader #alcina dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #bookstore au #cafe au #w/w romance #resident evil 8 #read on ao3 #fanfiction #ao3fic #LGBTQ #dimitrescu family #DimitrescuBooks

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star4daisy · 6 months

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Marlene - Wildfire

"It was the first breath of fresh air she had in her suffocating household, the first time she felt like she was free, there was a whole world around her waiting to be explored and Marlene couldn’t wait to be able to fly over it all."

"Don’t get her wrong. Marlene loved her mother, her father and especially her six brothers, who never treated her any differently because she had been the only one unlucky enough to be born a girl in that place. Not that Marlene wished she’d been born a boy, she only wanted the freedom that came with being one."

from: fire on fire

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arece · 1 year

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hiiii i'm officially requesting something with reader and Akira, please give me that sweet sweet wlw love, i'll accept literally anything, although i do think it would be interesting if it started out more enemies-ish to lovers, because Cain said he'd keep an eye on reader, right?? and then in the movie Akira told John either he'd kill Cain or she would, sooooo i think that gives way to something interesting idk just an idea

also idk about you but i'd be down for poly icon reader, like, between her, Nobody, and Akira, two thirds are still officially part of the underworld, who cares about conforming to monogamy when they could die any day. but maybe that's just me though

i loved the story so much!!! can't wait for any more snippets in this au!

♤ a/n: This request had me absolutely losing it. For now I just kept it Akira and reader, BUT if you were to request the poly separately I'd check it out *hint hint*! other works here

♤ warnings: John Wick violence, swears, reader finding it hot when a woman tries to kill her

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It hadn’t been long after John’s death for Caine to stay true to his word and visit you. You avoided Winston for a bit, deciding to stay on your own for a while. You were sure that if any reminders of John were to appear you’d lose it. You wondered if there would ever be a point where it didn't ache so much.

How funny it was for someone who was in your life for such a short amount of time managed to have such an impact.

Perhaps you were a bit lonely but you had Dog. You welcomed Caine into your apartment, albeit a bit weary, unknowing of his parting assurance he made John. You didn’t blame him for what happened, he did the same thing as John. They were both not only willing to kill, but to die for their daughters.

He confessed to you that he was anxious to meet his daughter, that it had been so long since he’d last seen her he feared that she wouldn’t forgive him, would not want to know him. You advised him to take it slowly.

Suggesting that eventually he should tell her the truth. He immediately protested but you cut him off, “if you hide this from her she’ll be able to tell, she’ll never trust you.” He sighed, removing his glasses for a moment to rub a hand over his face.

“I don’t want her involved with the underground world, that was the whole point of me doing what I did.” You held your breath, trying really hard to not think of him. It wasn’t the time. “Speaking of it cautiously won’t drag her into it, if anything it’d be best to warn her, to give her a full chance to decide herself if it’s worth the risk of knowing you.”

Perhaps it was cruel, but it was the truth. A truth Caine needed to hear telling by the saddened yet understanding look on his face. “I can come if you think that’d help.” He slightly nodded, the barest hints of hesitation showing. Looks like you’re going back to France. Great.

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“Is that her?” You saw a pretty young girl, your age if not slightly younger, playing the violin on the streets. She was really good, the beautiful melody entrancing a crowd of people. Caine was transfixed, distracted by the idea he was about to meet his daughter again.

You however, were still on guard. That’s how you noticed the fast approaching figure of a woman, switchblade held tightly in her hand. As she passed by aiming for Caine’s side, you gripped her by her wrist, slowly pulling her close in a way that wouldn’t capture the attention of the people on the crowded street.

Caine didn’t seem surprised and that was enough for you to infer this was the Akira he told you about, the one he said was only a matter of time before she showed to seek revenge for her father. “Go,” you told Caine, holding on despite her trying to get you to let go.

He stayed back for a minute before making his way over to his daughter, bouquet in hand. “Don’t make the same mistake as my father.” The warning seemed to fly right past her, instead her interest stook to your confession.

“John Wick’s daughter? Heard he died, one less person on my list.” You ignored her attempt to anger you, still trying to reason with her. “You’d make another girl suffer our pain?” You both were two sides of the same coin; one starving for the revenge of her father, the other having no one to blame as everyone at fault already died.

“She doesn’t know him.” You twisted her by her arm, pulling her back to your chest, forcing her to watch as Caine hugged his daughter tightly. “Choose to reenact your revenge plot another day, he’s meeting his daughter now.”

A passer-by caught your eye, staring at you two suspiciously. You rested your head on her shoulder in an attempt to make your back hug seem more casual, “people are looking.” Your hand still held onto her wrist with the blade.

“Everything he touched died, it’s a miracle he didn’t take you down with him.” That hit a sore spot, nearly having you see red. You twisted her wrist before she could even think about doing anything except hissing in slight pain.

Now you held her knife threateningly at her side, “knives are kinda my thing, just thought you should know next time for a fair fight.” You pulled away, walking slightly backwards. “This isn’t over,” she seethed.

“It is for now,” you confirmed. You're pretty sure you made yourself a new enemy, a fun one at that. You made your way over to Caine and his daughter, kindly introducing yourself and helping him explain what he’s been doing for the last few years.

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Caine’s daughter was weary understandably, but also extremely understanding. She was beyond lovely and invited you and Caine to stay with her for a while. You had tried to resist, not wanting to intrude on their re-bonding time but she had insisted. How could someone ever say no to her, you’d never understand.

You took walks often, an excuse to allow the two some privacy. It was on one of those walks that you were dragged by your hoodie into the back alley. Pushed up against a wall with a knife held up to your neck. “I’m starting to think you got a thing for me.”

Akira pushed the blade further against your neck, nicking just below the spade scar on the side of your neck. She looked at it curiously before stepping back slightly, “why do you keep getting in my way? I warned your father, he kills him or I will.”

You casually pushed her hand down, sliding out of the alley and continuing your walk with her trailing after you. “Technically my dad tried, duels are a tricky thing.” She didn’t find that funny, tossing the knife at you, missing your head by an inch.

You pulled it from the brick wall it landed in, admiring the craftsmanship before pocketing it with the murmur of, “finders keepers.” Akira’s frustration grew at your casual attitude, once again shoving you against a wall.

Your head slightly knocked against it and you winced, “your dad didn’t want you to kill him. So, are you really doing this for him or yourself?” Akira looked away, you could tell it was her attempt to look strong, avoiding showing her emotions. “He’s dead.”

You softly grabbed her hand, “they both are. Revenge is what brought us here in the first place, don’t force another person into this life out of grief.” She sniffed, squeezing your hand before roughly pulling away.

“Him living is on you, if I come to regret it you will be the one to pay.” You watched as she stepped back, the knife she stole back from you in her hand. You couldn’t help but grow fond of her for that. “I’ll count on it. You can visit me for other reasons too, though.”

She scoffed but you saw the smile she tried to fight back appear on her face. She was a dangerous killer, one who would happily add you to her long trail of taken lives. A woman after your own heart.

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#john wick 4 spoilers #john wick 4 #akira #akira john wick #akira x reader #akira x fem!reader #w/w romance #one shot #arece drabbles #john wick father figure

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phantomwarrior12 · 13 days

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“I love you.”

“Of course you do. I love you, too–”

“No.”

“No…?”

“No.” She repeats, softer, gentler than ever before. “I love you."

Silence. Suffocation. Sincerity.

“No.”

“...no?”

Heartache. Agony. Reality.

“No, we were only playing. Joking. Teasing. You couldn't possibly–”

“But I do. More potently than I have a right to. More thoroughly than I should. I have spent years thinking my heart is a frigid, mangled, terrified thing. That something as consuming as love would have no place in. But here you are, in all your quirky, gentle, sweet, playful glory. Right here…and I cannot have you.”

“You never could...you had to know that, right?”

“...I did. I have no one to blame for this but myself and your - your everything. This was my foolishness but you? You didn't have to be so damned charming and warm and everything I needed to survive. You didn't have to make me love you.”

“I was…almost always clear. I–”

“Flirted and listened and let me lean on you. You spoke and I ached for every word. You showed me what love could feel like and I, like the starved, anguished beast that I was…I wanted to fall into your arms and forget every trouble and know only you.”

Bitterness. Anguish. Grief.

“So where does that leave us?”

“In hell, my love. It leaves us in hell.”

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#writing #writer #drabble #angst #short ficlet #w/w #w/w romance #w/w angst #phantom writes

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dramastream · 1 year

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