#free scenario

[mercuryflan]

“Checkmate dance”

Just them walking around after one of their adventures.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[justforfunsiespost]

oh to be thrown around like a fuck doll and pinned down by my throat <3

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal crossing had a crossover game?!

Made in Blender with old PokemonXAC posts as my reference, mixed with models ripped from New Leaf.

[whumporama]

Whumpee who is recovering after the whumpTM, but it's not going great. They're so frustrated with themselves, with their caretakers, just with everything. Everyone is so soft and understanding and it bothers them and they want to scream, but they know they should be grateful.

Until Caretaker comes along. Caretaker isn't 'nice' like the others, they don't take bullshit. They're good for Whumpee, but they don't baby them. They treat them like an adult with anatomy, and it's so refreshing for Whumpee.

"You want to stay up, fine. But you will tell me when you can't anymore, because if I have to drag you off the floor we're both in trouble. Understand?"

"Stop whining. What do you need?" (And then they get or do whatever it is without issues or judgement.)

"Want to tell me why you're doing worse today?" -- "No..." -- "Okay."

"Where does it hurt?" -- "It doesn-" -- "Don't give me that, I can see it hurts. Now tell me where."

Caretaker trusts Whumpee to know what they need, and lets them know again and again they won't take this nonsense of hiding their pain. They're practical, and kind, and Whumpee needed that.

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[chxnsgirl]

김승민 ─── you want it too, sweetheart?

♡ ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] kim seungmin x afab!reader . masked intruder!seungmin , dubcon , cnc , dirty talk , knife play , breeding kink , mask kink , somnophilia , impact play (reader gets slapped) ♡ synopsis : you wake up to a surprise .. a/n ๑ this is a repost sorry i deleted it originally :c if you don't like cnc or if it makes you uncomfortable please don't read this. ♡ masterlist

smut below the cut - minors gtfo.

it was a typical summer night, the kind where the air is thick with warmth but the breeze carries a soft, calming touch. the windows of your house were open, letting in the coolness of the evening, the air gentle and comforting as it wrapped around your body.

you lay in bed, your body half-hidden under the delicate folds of white sheets, the soft fabric clinging to your form in a way that was both innocent and enticing. your nightgown, thin and light, molded to your curves in a quiet, serene way. the room was bathed in the dim, tranquil glow of moonlight, the world outside still and peaceful.

it was a perfect night.

until it wasn’t.

from the other room, you remained blissfully unaware of the sound of the window screen being cut away. the masked figure, silent and swift, slipped inside your home like a shadow. he moved through the house with the kind of stealth that could only be compared to a predator on the hunt, making his way through your rooms with careful, calculated steps. he rummaged through drawers, collecting what he could, stuffing your silver, china, and other valuables into a duffle bag.

his eyes then wandered to the bedrooms. the glint of jewelry might’ve been tempting, but what caught his attention instead was far more enticing.

there you were, lying on your bed, the moonlight playing over your peaceful face as you slept unaware. the sight of you, your body barely concealed by the thin fabric of your nightgown, stirred something primal within him. his gaze never wavered from your form, watching as you lay on your back, the fabric of your nightgown just barely grazing over your hips, revealing the soft curve of your body beneath.

for a moment, he froze, the sight of you so serene, so utterly unaware of the danger in your room, nearly caused a pang of something—something that felt uncomfortably close to regret or guilt—but it was quickly overtaken by something far darker, something far more instinctual.

"is this fate?" he murmured under his breath, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking to the shadows around him. his body stirred, his heart racing, a sick excitement building in him. the dynamic between you, so pure and innocent, and him, the dirty stranger standing in your room, sent a rush of heat straight to his core.

his cock hardened in his pants, the pressure making him suck in a sharp breath. there was something intoxicating about watching you, so vulnerable and unaware, lying there in a bed that was supposed to offer you safety, yet now it seemed to be a stage for something darker.

his mind raced with the consequences of his actions, the risk of getting caught and the thrill of escaping. but as he gazed at you, his body pulsed with desire and pain from his aching cock. he couldn't take it anymore. carefully setting down his duffel bag, he approached you with caution, kneeling by the bed where you lay unsuspecting next to him.

with trembling hands, he lifted your nightgown to reveal your delicate panties, hugging your perfect curves and giving him a glimpse of your moist lips. as his heart pounded in his chest, his bulging arousal strained against his pants. unable to resist any longer, he pulled up your nightgown even further, exposing your stomach and bare chest to his hungry gaze.

a guttural groan escaped his lips as his gloved hand left your nightgown to cup and squeeze your breasts, feeling their weight in his palm and rubbing his thumbs over your already hard nipples. the sight of your body responding to his touch only fueled his desire as he lost himself in the ecstasy of exploring every inch of you.

with shaky hands, he slowly slid his fingers from your breasts and fumbled with the elastic of your panties. he tugged them down in a hurry, but then hesitated before shoving them into his pocket for later. he couldn't resist marveling at the sight of your exposed pussy, his own arousal evident as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his aching cock. his touch along your inner thigh was light and teasing until he found the sweet spot between your legs. he ran a finger along your slit, relishing in the wetness that gathered on his fingertip. with care, he spread your folds and couldn't help but let out a breathy "fuck" at the sight of your pink insides.

you stirred restlessly, feeling a teasing finger flicking on your swollen clit. your legs involuntarily shook at the sensation, but he didn't stop there. he continued his ministrations, reveling in the lewd, wet noises emanating from your dripping core. with his free hand, he stroked his throbbing cock, his mind wandering to all the other ways he could pleasure himself while playing with you.

he slid a gloved digit inside your slick entrance effortlessly, the leather material only adding to the tightness of your sex. "shit," he muttered under his breath as his own cock twitched in his fist. the ache and longing were too much for him to bear any longer, he needed to be inside you. carefully, he crawled onto the bed, his arousal causing his shaft to bob with every movement. gripping your thighs tightly, he pushed them up against your torso.

just when he was about to comment on how soundly you were sleeping, your eyes fluttered open and you gasped at the sight before you. he quickly covered your mouth with one hand while reaching for his knife with the other. pressing it against your neck, he applied enough pressure to make you tremble in fear.

"one word and i cut," he growled menacingly. tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down and took in the scene before you. your legs were spread wide, exposing your bare sex, while his flushed and engorged member hovered just above it. you squeaked into his palm and shook your head, pleading with your eyes for mercy.

"fuck, i really didn't want to do it this way," he muttered mainly to himself. through the holes in his mask, you could barely see his dark eyes and searched desperately for any shred of humanity left in them. but there was none. he shifted his hips and pushed himself into you, groaning in sheer pleasure. "oh, you were made for me," he moaned as he thrust into you with a relentless rhythm.

you cried out in pain and ecstasy as his large cock stretched you inch by agonizing inch. your hands flailed and hit his chest, trying to push him away, but he only removed his hand from your mouth for a moment to slap you across the face. "don't make this harder than it has to be, sweetheart," he grunted, his hips slamming into yours with increasing force.

a sharp slap across your cheek stunned you, and as you blinked up at him, your vision blurred and distorted. his grip on the knife against your throat remained steady, a constant threat. with his other hand, he yanked off his mask, revealing a young man with a surprisingly attractive face. he panted from the heat and lack of oxygen under the mask.

your eyes widened at the sight of him. despite the menacing situation, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was - his lips pressed together as he focused on thrusting into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. it was confusing why someone like him would force you into this predicament.

he noticed your surprise and chuckled, slowing his pace as he teased you. "are you starstruck, pretty girl?" he asked, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making you gasp.

but despite your body's betrayal, coating him in your essence with each thrust, your mind screamed for it to stop. your cunt may have been gripping him tightly, but that didn't mean you wanted this.

he panted heavily, his hips stuttering as he neared his climax. "i wanna breed this little pussy so badly," he groaned. "you want it too, sweetheart?" a sly smirk spread across his face as he asked for consent that wasn't really consent at all. you shook your head frantically, trying to show him through your fear and desperation that you didn't want this to happen.

"you could feel the roughness of his jeans against your bare skin as he pinned you down on the bed. his words were laced with malice, but also ignited a sense of forbidden pleasure within you. your body trembled beneath him as his thrusts grew more frantic, your wetness coating his cock and making it slide in and out with ease.

as your orgasm hit, you cried out loudly, your body writhing uncontrollably as he fucked you through it. he couldn't hold back any longer and with a final roar, he released inside you, his eyebrows furrowed in intense pleasure as his hot seed filled you.

breathing heavily, he pulled out of you and tossed the knife aside, looking down at you with a soft smile. "are you okay, love?" he panted, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you nodded, still catching your breath and trying to process what had just happened. "that was really...believable," you laughed softly.

seungmin leaned in and kissed your cheek. "did you enjoy it?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes as he made sure you were okay. you nodded again. "of course i did," you giggled, nuzzling into his hand as he caressed your cheek. "i just need a minute, that's all."

and he gave you just that - cleaning you up, changing clothes, and staying by your side until you felt ready to move on from the role-play.

tags : @ritsmith @bluesungology @jeonginsleftcheek

©chxnsgirl do not repost, translate, or copy my works in any way, shape, or form.

[gravitysoda]

refusing an impossible wish and settling for one last game of chess.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

pspspsps come getcha bread

(this was the most photogenic loaf to come out of the set of four)

[shawtbredd]

The human's bold streak

"Ack-!"

There's a sound from your doorway, and you glance at the face painted with embarrassment through the reflection of your mirror, yours quickly taking on a similar pinkish shade.

"Mammon! Will you ever fucking knock?" You shout, turning to throw the eyeliner in your hand at the demon. It bounces off of the door as he hastily slams it shut again.

Huffing, you walk over to pick it up from the floor, returning it to your makeup bag. You wonder if he's still there, sulking behind your door, or if he only came to get you for breakfast before Beel eats everything. Standing in front of your mirror again, you slip on your trousers, but leave your shirt unbuttoned.

You trace the pact mark that spans the front of your neck, Lucifer's mark, to where it trails off between your collarbones. It glows at the touch, just faintly. Quiet mumbles come from outside your room.

"Mammon," You sigh, opening your door up again, "What is it?"

"I-," He says, before pausing at the sight of you, covering his eyes. "What the hell? Where are ya clothes?"

"I would have spent the extra minute to button my shirt, but you so obviously have something important say." You raise an eyebrow at him, hoping this might teach him a lesson.

Slowly, Mammon uncovers his face and keeps his eyes firmly on your own. You tilt your head, and he notices the mark on your neck glowing a steady hue of dark blue.

"Damn Lucifer…" He murmurs, gulping.

Then, a voice comes from further down the hallway. "What was that?"

Mammon pivots on his heel, his back to you, blocking your view of the other demon, and, subsequently, his of you.

"Hey, Lucifer! The human was just headin' down, nothin' to see here."

"…Right."

There's an uncomfortable silence, perhaps a stare off between the two brothers, but you just know Mammon is shaking in his boots.

Placing a hand on Mammon's arm, ignoring his jolt, you peek around him at Lucifer. "Right, indeed. I'm getting changed, if you'll both excuse me."

Closing the door on them both, you miss Lucifer's expression.

[hiseyeisonthesparrow]

[through gritted teeth, with fists clenched]

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, when you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, COUNT YOUR MANY BLESSINGS, NAME THEM ONE BY ONE, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE-

[unapologetic-boy-kisser]

Imagine being at a bdsm club, or a kink party, and finding a room full of people in complete darkness. Stepping into the black room, immediately getting groped as someone pulls you in and starts kissing on your neck. Another person reaches out to stroke your face in the dark, going by outline as their mouth traces a path to your straining cock. Moving further into the mass of writhing bodies, you kiss at least 5 people before you get too focused by someone pressing their fingers inside you to do anything but whine.

All your senses would be on fire, not being able to see anything makes your body so much more sensitive, you're dripping as someone that could be anyone bends you over an unknown piece of furniture and slips their unprotected cock in your wet hole. Your moans blend in with a symphony that echoes within the close walls, several pairs of hands pinching you nipples and pulling your hair and guiding their cock past your lips. You'd lose track of how many people would cum inside you, completely free use in the darkness.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Tropes Associated with Weapons

Knife- "hold still"/ pressed up against a wall/ caught off guard/ manipulated/ "Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't do that if I were you"/ blood dripping off hands/ facial scars/ blade tracing over the skin/ the sound of whimpering but with no one to hear/ betrayal/ left for dead

Crowbar- gasping/ concussions/ broken ribs and fractured bones/ a tooth spat out/ glaring up at the captor only to flinch back/ "we can do whatever we like, we just can't kill you"/ massive bruises/ powerful enemies/ falling into the enemy's hands/ used for bait/ raw defiance that cannot be beaten

Bare Fists- friends to enemies/ "for old times sake"/ kicked while still down/ black eyes/ manhandling/ backhanded slap/ friends knowing exactly how to hurt the other/ thrown against a wall/ a civilized fight turning into a brawl/ forced to fight

Syringe- kept in a lab/ deprived of privacy and humanity/ drugged/ restrained/ inhuman whumpee/ reduced to a shadow of their former selves/ deemed a threat/ public humiliation/ "You've got the wrong person!"

Gun- clubbed with pistol butt/ tilting chin up with the muzzle of the gun/ "Don't move"/ kidnapped/ found in an alleyway/ shot through the leg/ cursing/ not worth the struggle/ losing hope/ fatal mistake/ running their mouth until told to shut up/ hissed threats/ the cold detachment of the metal against their skin/ flight fight or freeze instinct kicking in

[weaksspot]

long as i am loving you you’ll never be alone long as you keep wanting me around

[whumporama]

Something so obvious but so good; screams.

Just... a good scream.

When a stoic character finally breaks and lets out a scream, raw, painful, and loud

Screaming out of fear, backed into a corner with no escape or option to fight, when all they can do is scream

Waking up from a nightmare and screaming as they claw themselves back to the present

Screaming someone's name as there is no way to save them

A sudden, short scream at unexpected pain, clutching the painful area as they go down

A long, unending scream as they're tied down and hurt, no way to stop the pain, as if the only way to let it out is through this

A head titled back, screaming in pain as they can't stop the pain

Screaming in frustration, throwing something at the wall at the same time, letting out the anger

Screaming at Whumpee who has hurt themselves again, instant regret as they look up in fear

Screaming in victory, letting out all the fear, grief, sadness, and pain as they stand over Whumper's dead body

Screaming for help

Screaming for someone to stay away, don't come closer or they'll get hurt

Muffled screaming into a gag, as they're forced to watch someone they care for walk into a trap

Muffled screaming into a hand or arm, trying to stay quiet despite the pain

[intotheelliwoods]

Happy to have 2 Arms Left in the comp another year! While this isnt Sprouts first rodeo, its Poptarts first! Everyone give him a welcome :)

@tmntaucompetition

Bonus, featuring Poptarts bestie, because no one can convince me otherwise that Poptart will get overwhelmed with the amount of people- @dianagj-art