#tw ropes

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The vote is still going so please VOTE MICHAEL HERE: https://x.com/DruaneeDredge/status/1917594250088267846 Imma draw a part 2 if he wins (a ghostmyers part 2 hehe)

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Yandere Peter Pettigrew

“I say you let me go and I don’t do anything,” Y/n said.

“Not how it works darling,” Peter chuckled, “I found you, I get you. I do whatever I want to you.”

“Peter?” She muttered, “It sounds like you.”

Her blindfold seemed to be useless now, the ropes still held her back.

“Let go of me! Why would you tie me up like this!?”

“Oh, I didn’t tie you up like this,” Peter undid her blindfold, she blinked at him, adjusting to the light.

“Then who did?” She whined.

“someone else you might know, a black perhaps..”

“Regulus?”

“Well, I would never do that to you! I love you too much!” He hugged her, kissing her face all over.

[aseasonwithclarasblog]

Sunburns ~ whump concept 1

Something which is so underrated i think is sun burns….

like you’re in the sun for an hour without sunscreen and your arms hurt for a day or two after. Even with sunscreen if you don’t get enough of it and you’re left several hours outside- owch.

Prompt ideas for this- if you do use them please tag me so I can see the writing and share it through reblog on my account.

1 - Whumpers leaving them out for punishment, keeping them tied down and it’s hot but they don’t really care it’s better then being cold- only to wake up the next day exhausted and everything is sore and burning // “Better not test me again.”

2- Whumpers tying them up and everytime the rope or other restraints pulls on their burn it hurts. // “Aw, this didn’t hurt yesterday. Do I need to retrain you not to make noise when we play our games?”

3 - great for whumpers cause they don’t have to do any of the work. // “Pathetic. Crying like this, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

4 - whumpers forgetting sunburns are a thing after chaining them outside but it becomes a new method that the whumpee is quickly learning to hate // “Well well… this looks interesting.”

5 - defiant whumpees being left outside and when they wake up they can barely move “Look all that bad behavior is gone. Have I found a new way to keep you in line?”

Other Whump Concepts

[weeb-imagines]

Any subby hq boy with mommy fem dom reader. ꧁Extra spicy꧂

CAN YALL READ MY MIND I STG, YALL LETTING MY DOM SWITCH ASS THRIVE

Lev Haiba x mommy reader!

NSFW !!!

warnings: mommy kink, ropes, collar, kitten nickname, a little overstim at the end

“The ropes okay baby boy?” You adjust the straw red rope around his wrists, tying him to the bed. “Y-yes mommy..” Lev stutters out. He was bad today, teasing you at work. He knew he was being bad, sending you pictures of him and his hard cock after his shoot. He was so needy, but you just weren’t there.

“Now, do you want to tell me why you thought you could send me those pictures?” Lev looked up at you standing over him, your domineering presence overwhelming him. “I-I don’t know, mommy...” You tugged on the leash attached to his collar. “Are you sure, naughty boy?” Lev whimpered as he looked bashfully away, “I was- I just needed you...” He was adorable. “That’s very cute my kitten, but you know you need to be punished.”

You took out his throbbing cock from his sweats. He hissed as the cold air of your bedroom hit the sensitive skin. “You know the rules sweet boy, no cumming until mommy gives permission.”

“I-I know mommy- ah!” You cut him off with a swift tug to his cock. His small moans and gasps as you stroked him were adorable, but you needed to hear him more. “Kitten, you know mommy wants to hear your voice.” You said as you took to head of his long, pale, pretty cock into your mouth. He loved your mouth. “Ah! M-mommy please! I- thank you mommy, thank you, your mouth feels good!” He rambled on and on as his cock slipped further down your throat. You were pleased that he wasn’t holding back his ramblings or is moans any more though.

“Oh! Mommy p-please stop, I’ll cum! Mommy no I’ll cum!” It was adorable how he knew he shouldn’t beg to cum. He knew you wouldn’t let him. He still was your good boy, under his bad behavior today. You popped off his cock, a small string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. “Now, you remember this is a punishment, right my kitten?” You smiled evilly down at him. He knew this was coming, but it might just have been what he was waiting for. “Y-yes mommy...”

He whimpered as he saw you pull out the strap-on from under your bed. You fitted it to yourself as you flipped him over onto his stomach. “Okay baby boy, face down, ass up for mommy. Did you prep yourself before mommy came home? Did you prep yourself for those naughty photos? Hm kitten?” His face flushed red at the embarrassment. “Y-yes, I’m all ready for you mommy...” You smiled. “Good boy, Lev.”

You slowly eased in the strap-on into his small little hole. He always was so tight, even when he prepped himself beforehand. He let out a long, loud moan as your hips met his, and you were fully sheathed inside of him. “Oh, is mommy making you feel good? Does my naughty boy like it when mommy stretches out his tiny hole?”

All he could let out were whimpers and moans at your words. You tugged on his leash as you started a brutal pace, thrusting into him rapidly. “Answer me, you naughty kitten.” “Y-yes! Mommy, I love it! I love it when you stretch my little ass!” For someone so big, he sure loved feeling small beneath you.

“Good boy, telling mommy what he likes. Does my baby think he deserves to cum?” It was kind of a loaded question, as you knew what he’d say, and you knew what you’d do once he said yes. “Y-yes! Mommy please let me cum!!”

Bingo.

“Alright then baby, cum. Cum for mommy, right now.” Like it was triggered by your command, he came all over your bedsheets, the moment you gave permission. “M-mommy, I’m sensitive! Please!”

“Oh baby, did you forget this was a punishment? You wanted to cum so bad, you’re going to cum as many times as I want.”

[acey-wacey]

Being a mom to the LOV

Trigger warning: description of knives and gore, mentions of trauma/abuse, mentions of non-sexual rope bondage

a/n: this is a little different from what I usually write. It has a drabble portion 

You have a healing quirk so most people expect you to be a hero, but since your parents were heroes and abused your powers for their own gain, you dedicated your life to stopping heroes from doing horrible things and getting away with it. 

That’s how you came to the LOV. You used to be a vigilante, fighting heroes until Kurogiri found you and asked if you’d like to join the LOV. 

After a while, you adopted motherly tendencies towards the people you had grown so fond of. 

You teach Toga how to tie a double fisherman’s knot so her victims will never be able to escape it. 

You sometimes hang out with Kurogiri at the bar and have a two-way vent session when the others are acting like children *cough* Shigaraki *cough*

Kurogiri and you have kind of agreed that you two are the respective parents of the League. 

Shigaraki was a jerk to you when you first joined but after he watched you beat up a pro hero during an attack, he gained respect for you. 

If anyone comes back from an attack on UA with so much as a scratch, you will immediately be fussing over them, even though you can just heal it, you will get them ice and medicine and even some special brownies 

Dabi thought they were pot brownies but they are fudgey carmel brownies with walnuts

The kitchen in the LOV base was completely ruined before you came. Either, they had takeout or just didn’t eat every night. That’ll change. 

You make them all eat, at least breakfast and dinner, because you can’t kill heroes unless you are properly fueled. 

Twice likes to help you in the kitchen and make sweets. You make cupcakes and cookies when you aren’t out destroying the city. 

You are very nice to all the villains, except Dabi. If he’s going to be rude to you, you’re going to come back at him with 10x more salt. 

Dabi has always been a little bch to you but you keep him in line with daily whacks to the head. 

An exchange I can definitely see happening is...

Toga leans over her victim, smiling cruelly with a kitchen knife in hand. They cry and beg for mercy, like everyone else does. Toga teases the victim until you storm in a snatch the knife from her. 

“Toga,” you scold, “What is this?” You stand with your arms crossed gesturing to the knife. 

Toga looks down in shame and the victim thanks you for saving them. 

“It’s a knife,” she says looking down with her lips crinkled into a pout. 

“CutCo, Toga? Really?” The victim’s eyes widened in confusion. “You’re using a CutCo knife to threaten someone? I’ve taught you better than this.” Toga looks up, staring at you with her big smiley eyes. 

“I will not have you gutting anyone with CutCo. It’s an embarrassment. If you’re gonna steal a kitchen knife, at least grab something nice.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll get a better knife next time,” she nods vigorously at you. 

“You know what, no. We’re going to go get a better knife now. I’m thinking Henckels Pro S. It’s heavier so it’s more tedious when removing organs, but it slices real smooth and it’s 33 centimeters long, much better for injuring long term.”

As you and Toga walk out of the base, discussing the pros and cons of Henckel's knives, the victim is just sitting there, tied up, no idea what just happened. 

In the end, they all rely on you because of your quirk and because of your personality towards them. 

These are just a bunch of broken kids without a home and you make them feel like they have a family. They depend on you to care for them because no one else ever will.

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For The Goretober Thing, Can You Do “Ropes”, “Nightmares” And “Crying” With Anxceit?

Virgil wasnt usually one to talk about what happened at night.

Not his dreams.

Not his sleeping patterns.

And certainly not the constant barrage of nightmares that seemed to have appeared in his head as of late.

He knew it had nothing to do with Janus, the two had been dating for well over half a year before they'd started.

But he couldnt stop having them.

He would wake up unable to speak because he felt something in his mouth.

Unable to move because for some reason he figured he was being tied to the bed.

And yet, Janus never noticed, because Janus was a heavy sleeper, and Virgil wasnt about to spill anything.

So he dealt with it.

Night, after night, after night.

It made him feel sick. Embarrassed that he was reacting the way he was over something that was probably so stupid.

But never once did he tell his boyfriend.

Until one night he woke up with tear tracks down his face, his limbs were tied to his body, there were ropes all around him, he could feel them.

And then they werent ropes, they were arms.

They were muscular, relaxed, covered in scars arms.

They were Janus' arms.

"Vivi? What's happened? Why are you crying?" Janus pulled Virgil close to him, Virgil curling in on himself and pressing closer to Janus' chest.

"N-nothing- go back to sleep," Virgil whispered.

"It was something Vivi, you've been doing it for a month now," Janus said, running his fingers through Virgil's hair, Virgil whined, not wanting to talk about it, not with Janus at least.

"Its just nightmares, its stupid," Virgil mumbled finally.

"What kind of nightmares?" Janus asked.

"Stuff with ropes- and voices- and sometimes I wake up and I cant move or speak or breath," Virgil said quietly.

"Do you feel like that when I hug you? Do you want me to stop?" Janus said, relaxing his grip slightly.

"Nononono please dont stop- please," Virgil said, pleading slightly.

"So it feels better when I hug you?" Janus replied.

"Mhm," Virgil muttered.

"Ok, then I wont let go," Janus said, his embrace tightening as he pulled Virgil closer, Virgil buried his head in the crook of Janus' neck, and had the first nightmare-free sleep that he'd had in what felt like a century.

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