#weekend game

[dreamlandcreations]

Temptation

Sergei Kravinoff/Kraven the Hunter x assassin!Reader

Weekend Game and

Prompt #772 by @creativepromptsforwriting

Warnings: not-so-subtle hint of future smut

He should have killed you when he had the chance. Sergei had no mercy for the people that got in his way, in the way of his hunt. Yet here you were, lying in his lair, looking so innocent and alluring.

He knew better than to underestimate you though, the infamous Black Rose who was in the business of eliminating evil, leaving behind no evidence but a single flower of her namesake.

It took him by surprise, that you got to his prey first. He should have been mad, well he was at first, but he couldn't help his shifting feelings as you fought him to escape. He recalled the events with an amused but conflicted expression as he continued to stand by the bed, fighting the desire to get even closer.

For the first time in a long time, he felt weak, too weak to resist you but he found he had conflicted feelings about this newfound weakness too.

Not being able to resist any longer, he reached out and gently caressed your cheek with his knuckles. So beautiful, so fragile, yet still strong enough to keep up with him in a fight.

He felt his eyes glow with hunger as you opened your eyes and met his gaze, reflecting the same feelings that were tormenting him. Wonder, anger, curiosity, and as your gaze took him in, desire.

Lust, that he could even smell on you as he drew closer. A quickly escalating craving that mirrored his own. It made his lips turn upwards into a smug-looking smirk, only a few inches away from you now.

The glowing amber of his gaze flicked from your eyes to your slightly parted lips, prompting you to mimic his actions. His smirk widened, causing fury to mix with your desire, only making him enjoy this little game even more. He knew you wouldn't give in first, and he already decided to give you this little victory.

He took hold of you by your nape and crashed his lips against yours. Smiling against you at your eagerness, earning a bite to his lower lip that made him pull away with a growl.

Sergei looked at you again, this time with an angry scowl. Fisting your hair, pulling on it, and demanding your submission only earned a chuckle from you. And just like that, his anger was gone. The image of you smiling up at him wickedly, with his blood still on your lips, burned into his mind forever.

This flower was beautiful and its smell was heavenly. Unfortunately, it was also deadly. Not that this would hold him back, it wouldn't be the first time he tempted death but something told him this, you, would be worth the risk.

[writeforfandoms]

I think I want to play a little writing game this weekend. Send me one word and I'll write a little something!

[venulus]

Weekend mini-game!

Nsfw under the cut 🔞 MDNI 🔞

Send me an ask telling me what you think your ikemen fave's kink is.

And also answer me this: who do you think is a perverted underwear sniffer. And I mean one-week-dirty underwear that has a strong smell of pussy/ass/cock.

Anon asks are allowed, but by sending one you're agreeing that you are not a minor.

[aggressive-swan-noises]

A Love Letter

This is my first time posting my writing anywhere because imposter syndrome is a permanent resident in my head, but out of pure self indulgence I did @creativepromptsforwriting’s weekend game. I’ll reblog the post explaining the rules in case anyone here would like to do this too, but what you need to know is that I randomly chose a prompt and had to write something in fifteen minutes.

Warnings: One sentence mentioning consuming alcohol. Brief mention of an injury sustained in battle.

Premise: An unnamed speaker is writing a love letter to Boromir (though he is never mentioned by name) in the wee hours of the morning. He is supposed to march off to battle the next morning and she worries she will never see him again.

Prompt # 400: “I have never been happy at 4 am.”

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A Love Letter

My dearest friend,

I doubt I shall ever let you read this. If we even meet again after tomorrow. But I can not sleep, and I doubt I will sleep at all unless I get this off my chest.

Our first meeting was like finding a geode in a pile of rubble. You were so rough around the edges and I was so blind that I did not see you for what you truly were. Even as I actively pushed you away, you came to me, a stranger in a strange land, and you showed me hospitality unmatched by even Elrond in his Homely House.

It was as if fate brought us together and had no intention of letting us separate. I thought our travels to Imladris would be the end of our short-lived friendship, but by some strange turn of events I traveled across the world with you.

And on that day where I almost lost you, it was as if the geode had broken open and I could finally see the beautiful person you truly were.

Pierced by arrows, you called out for me. I have been yours since that day. Standing at your side as you healed and walked and grew stronger again gave me life and new hope. When my heart was cold with fear and doubt, you lit a tiny spark of hope, and that has turned itself into a flame.

Not only have you taught me to hope, you have taught me to love. You have taught me to love the world around me and everything in it. Your intense faith in the goodness of your people has melted my heart.

And now I am here with you. We’re sharing a bed after a night of drinking and dancing in an attempt to distract ourselves from what comes tomorrow. I have no idea how we got here, but I woke up and your arms were around my waist and my head was against your chest and our heartbeats were in perfect synchrony.

I have never been happy at 4 am, but tonight, I think I am the happiest I have ever been. And if I could just live in your arms forever and hear nothing but the beating of your heart and your gentle breaths; if the only thing I ever saw again was your kind, glittering eyes, nothing else in this world could possibly destroy the peace in my heart.

I am staring at you now. You are still sleeping. In a few hours, dawn shall spread her rosy fingers over the eastern horizon and you shall be parted from me for the first time in months.

If you could read my mind, if you could hear my thoughts, you would know that I am telling you again and again how much I love you.

I love you more than life itself.

And though it must be my imagination, I thought I just heard you say in your sleep:

“I love you too…”

[the-sympathetic-villain]

Nothing to Lose

Decided to try my hand at the #weekend game challenge from this post from @creativepromptsforwriting. Enjoy!

Prompt 74: I’d rather be alone.

Word Count: 286

Content Warnings: Forced Marriage, Death Mention, Injury, Violent Imagery

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    “You are being summoned to the banquet hall.”

    “I’d rather be alone.”

    “The request is not optional.”

    Logan sighed as he lifted his head from the letter he’d been finishing, hand trembling as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. “And if I refuse?”

    “Your mother sent two members of the guard with me to ensure your compliance.” Her advisor’s face was cold as he stood in the doorway, completely unsympathetic to the way his hands had started to shake. “They have been ordered to use force, if necessary.”

    The air felt suffocating as Logan laid his quill down on the desk, heart heavy for the words that would be left unsaid in a letter never destined to be sent. “I’ll come with you.”

    “Good.” The man curtly turned to the door. “Come along, my prince. Your new suitor awaits.”

    Logan pushed back his chair as he rose from his seat. The gilded desk glittered in the candle light, a reminder of the luxury he’d been afforded since childhood. His life had been filled with privilege and gifts as if somehow that would make him numb to the fact that he was being raised no different than a pig meant to be sold at the market, a prize for the highest bidder.

    That wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight. Not ever.

    He took a deep breath, steeling his will as he turned to the window, giving only a moment of hesitation before rushing the pane of glass. The sound of shattering filled his ears as he plummeted to the moat below, praying he would survive the drop into the water long enough that he could disappear into the woods beyond the castle.

    One last sprint towards freedom.

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General Writing: @justanotherhumanstuff @im-an-anxious-wreck @shadowyplaidpurseegg

[roleplaycharacter1shots]

a strange exhilaration in such total detestation

Warning(s): Violence, injury, bodily harm, implications/mentioning of prostitution/sex trafficking, language

Word Count: 1881

Character(s): Raven Brown

Summary: Taking place in April 2005, Raven works on cleaning up her past by returning to one of Lachlan Bodega’s (her old assassin mentor) assassin safe houses to rescue kidnapped innocents.

Title credit to Loathing from Wicked

Another attempt at the #Weekend Game by @creativepromptsforwriting xo. This is using Prompt #244 (“I’m going to break your arm like you broke my heart.”). Permission to reblog, @creativepromptfills.

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Raven knew that she was making a mistake by coming back here. To be frank, she was surprised she even found the old safe house after all these years. She hadn’t trusted her memory regarding her old lifestyle, considering how the damage of her own trauma had forced her brain to erase most of her assassin years. But the streets she walked quickly gave her a sense of deja vu, especially when the half-charred apartment building came into view. It only took a few more blinks for the magic to clear the sight to instead resemble a modest dwelling; one that Raven very much recognized.

But why was she returning after all this time? Despite her doubts about herself lingering and her need to leave the past behind, she did feel there was a good reason why. After speaking with a few connections, Raven had learned that the so-called “safe” houses were still being used to keep others under Lachlan Bodega’s control. Their main purpose was to provide his assassins, bodyguards, and other crones-for-hire with a place of sanctuary. These houses, while modest on the outside, were magicked to provide any of the requests and desires of their inhabitants. This included meeting all the needs of men and women in order to sate one’s hunger for both food and the flesh. Assassins involved a wide range of individuals, depending on who Raven’s old mentor felt fit the bill and brought something special to his ranks. Most kept to themselves, hardly causing a rift during their stay. But then there were plenty of others who took full advantage of the gifts provided to them.

Raven was not here to rescue other assassins. While she felt that she had been somewhat brainwashed, Raven would admit that even she had made the willing decision to seek Bodega’s guidance. She had been able to leave when she wanted to, so she knew the others could too if they wished. No, Raven was here to come for those who had no choice in the matter, people who were used only as treats and toys for little revenue and even less respect. A few of her connections had hinted that Bodega had an in with sex trafficking, which further proved this to be true. And if Raven’s lack of memories served as any indication, she needed to get whoever she could out sooner rather than later.

Raven gripped her wand tightly at her side as she approached the front door. The street was empty, but she knew the building was well protected with surveillance charms. If Bodega’s schedule was the same as it had been years ago, most of the assassins would be meeting at the main headquarters for their weekly briefing. The minute that Raven breached the entrance, however, she would only have ten minutes tops to get whoever she could out. If things went well enough, she would set the place ablaze and be far away before they arrived. Wishful thinking, Raven knew, but it was nice to have a goal.

The first step was to get inside the safe house. Raven raised her wand, inches away from the door, but still she hesitated. She had contemplated attempting to get in the proper way, to test if Bodega had erased her access. She even almost placed her hand on the doorknob, but decided against it. In the few seconds that she would be rejected, Bodega would immediately be notified of an unauthorized attempt. Then Raven would have even less time to get in and get out. 

Raven had considered a few other options prior to her arrival. Like most magical buildings, the lock and the door itself would be immune to simple unlocking spells. The door would likely also have wards on it to prevent forced entry to further protect its inhabitants. Bodega could be arrogant, but he wasn’t stupid. Raven was by far the first nor the last to try and break in.

“Now or never,” she murmured to herself. Raven raised her wand once more, sharply swiping at the door corner to corner. “Diffindo!” To her relief, the wood was cleaved cleanly in two, caving inward. Raven quickly followed it inside, easing the piece down onto the floor. She didn’t miss a beat, immediately striding down the hallway. As she passed the empty rooms on each side, Raven waved her wand to keep the doors open. It was clear that no one was here, easing her nerves a little. She found the first poor soul a few rooms before the end, leading her to finally pause.

A small blonde head popped up off the pillow the minute she heard Raven’s heeled boots on the the wood floor. She scrambled off the bed, retreating at first towards a corner as Raven approached. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you,” she said gently. “I’m going to get you out of here.” The girl blinked, shivering in her bare feet, thin tanktop, and shorts. “Where are the others?” Raven asked, moving towards the wardrobe.

“Probably in the attic,” the girl replied. “We… usually stay there when we’re not needed…” She looked terrified to be speaking, her voice almost a whisper.

Raven nodded. She pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt. “What’s your name?”

“Stella.”

“These are for you, Stella.” Raven tossed her the clothes. “Believe me, I’m sure it’s the least they owe you,” she added bitterly when Stella hesitated. “Get dressed. I’ll go get the others.” Raven quickly moved from the room, abandoning the rest of the doors for the attic. It was a few levels up via the main staircase. Just as Stella had said, a small group of girls and boys alike were huddled in the stuffy darkness. Her breath caught in her chest as they all gazed up at her with fearful expressions, blinking in the light cast from her wand. Each one of them looked lost and anxious, obediently waiting for orders. If she hadn’t already loathed him, Raven would have cursed Bodega’s name ten times over at the sight. They all looked so thin, their skin slightly glowing from the layers of makeup caked on.

At first, she didn’t have any words for it. These were human beings, and yet they were treated as if they were nothing. It was heartwrenching, especially since Raven had a feeling many of them had been torn away from their original lives and loved ones just to be used by murderers and thieves. They didn’t deserve this treatment, to be locked away in the dark until they were summoned for deeds against their will. Based on the looks she was met with, all of them would need therapy once they were free.

But first, they had to get out of this place. “Downstairs,” Raven said once her voice returned, pointing back towards the lower floors. “Take any clothes you want wherever you can find them. We’re getting out of here.”

Her words were met with hesitation. Even as Raven stepped back downstairs herself, the group seemed frozen. She didn’t entirely blame them, considering how they were usually treated here: always at someone’s beck and call, teased and harassed. As she reached the bottom step, Stella appeared, looking both more confident and warm in her proper attire. The sight of her made reality set in for the rest, and Raven heard their footsteps shortly when she was halfway down the main stairs.

“Round everyone up after five minutes,” she said to Stella following her. “Bodega and the others will have been alerted by now -” A crash from the ground floor made them all start. “Change of plan!” Raven shouted. “Head for the fire escape, now!” She corralled the others towards the closest room, one eye on the main staircase. It didn’t take long for two individuals to come charging up, wands raised. Using her body to shield the fleeing Stella and her comrades, Raven lifted her own wand. “Bombarda!”

At the last second, Raven directed her spell up towards the ceiling. With a flash of orange light, the drywall exploded and rained large chunks down on their persuers. She narrowly dodged a beam of green light shot in return, momentarily blinded by the dust filling the space. Raven cast a Stunning Spell before taking off after the others making their way out the window. “Faster!” she hissed as she assisted Stella out and onto the fire escape. “Hurry -”

A strong rush of air surged into the room, bringing in the mess Raven had brought down. The force was enough to knock her off her feet and away from the window. As she tumbled to a halt, she did her best to stand upright again, only to be confronted by dust and debris. Raven was about to raise her wand again, but a strong, rope-like grip was suddenly twisting her wrist downward. She lashed out with her legs, her other hand rapidly reaching for her wand. More magical ropes appeared and wrapped arond her torso next, yanking her off the floor. Raven made slashing movements with her wand as she fought against her bonds. She was finally successful in severing the ropes, falling down on her back after being dragged partway across the room.

The dust finally began to settle as Raven worked to catch her breath. She was about to get back on her feet when she caught a kick to the chest. Coughing, Raven tried to raise her wand again, only to have her arm harshly pressed on the ground. “Ah…” The all-too-familar voice brought chills down Raven’s spine, forcing her to pause her struggle. “It seems our little bird has returned to the nest.”

Raven’s frustrated expression contorted into a snarl. She spat up into her old mentor’s face. “Fuck you, Bodega,” she snapped.

Bodega didn’t even bother wiping away the spittle dribbling down his cheek. Instead, he stepped down harder on the limb he was pinning beneath his boot. “Better sing a different tune, little bird,” he replied tartly. “Or I’m going to break your arm like you broke my heart.”

Raven bit back a cry of pain as skin and bone was crushed into the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the last of Bodega’s captives were clambering out the window. Her own escape may be put on hold, but at least the others would reap the benefits of her stalling. “What heart?” she growled through her teeth. Raven twisted her hips so that she could bring her left leg over, her foot striking at Bodega’s crotch. A smirk flickered across her lips as he released her, a stream of cursewords shot in her direction. Her old mentor had always hated when she fought dirty, even when it prove to be pretty effective.

Raven rolled in the same direction to get herself back on her feet. She could feel bruises forming on her wrist, but she easily produced a Shield Charm as the other crones reacted. Turning away, Raven shot another explosive spell, this time aimed at the window. She then leapt straight out the gaping hole left behind. Part way through the air, in a haze of wood, glass, and metal she Apparated, Bodega’s screams for her head echoing in her ears.

[multistan-kpopwritings]

Not Here to Apologize

➟ pairing(s): Jimin x Reader

➟ genre(s): Fluff

➟ word count: 337

➟ warnings: none

I found this weekend prompt writing challenge @creativepromptsforwriting! Thanks again for all the help :) Prompt #488

You opened your door to find Jimin standing on the other side. You swept your arm, gesturing him to come inside. He stood at the door and crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Ok, then," you mumbled, "Stand there. I don't care." You huffed and mimicked his stance.

"Why haven't you called," he questioned coldly. The look on his face wasn't one that you were familiar with. His jaw was tense and it jutted forward. There was no trace of the kind and charming smile or twinkle in his eye.

"You do know the phone works both ways, right," your voice was laced with annoyance. But, as much as you hated to admit it, you knew why he was upset. Last week the two of you were at Nam Joon's for a party, when Jimin kissed you.

It isn't like you didn't like it, but you didn't know how to react. Yes, you liked him... and he liked you too, but this isn't how you saw it happening in your head. A drunk, clumsy kiss isn't how you wanted the first kiss.

"I shouldn't have come," Jimin huffed, "This is stupid." He turned quickly to leave. You stepped into the hall to stop him.

"You kissed me, Jimin," you yelled down the hall. He stopped and ran his hands through his hair. He turned to face you, annoyance on his face.

"You kissed me back, Y/N," he shouted back. He was now face to face with you. You could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body. You're breath caught in your throat. He looked into your eyes and leaned in cupping your face, letting his lips brush yours. "And I'm not here to apologize," he whispered. You smiled against his lips and let him pull you closer.

"This is how I imagined our first kiss," you sighed. You felt Jimin's body vibrate against you.

"I knew you thought about kissing me," Jimin laughed, "Let's go inside and I can show you more than you can imagine."