#⛓ | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

h-c-u · 1 year

Text

Showing the ropes.

Summary: You're away at a conference at a different timezone, and Maverick is a bit tied up at work.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, phone sex, bondage, butt plugs, dom/sub,

TWs: Bodily Fluids

A/N: No plot. Not even if you squint your eyes and turn your head to the left. And yeah, I'm on the sub!Maverick train again xD Also, I'm definitely not admitting to what I was listening to while I was writing it, but let's just say, I discovered a whole new side of Spotify.

Masterlist | List of tags

You couldn't help but smile when you saw a familiar name and a picture showing up on your phone. You were already done with today's courses and planning to take a nice, relaxing bath after being on your feet for almost 10 hours, so you definitely didn't mind talking to your husband for a minute or two. Especially when you realized that he was calling from work because it would have been too early for him to be off duty. And that only meant one thing...

- Please... - his pleading whisper was the first thing you've heard.

- No hello, no "how was your day?"...? - you didn't try to hide the disappointment in your voice, and he groaned on the other side of the line. - Such a desperate slut... Putting his own needs above basic social etiquette... - you sighed loudly.

- I need to take everything off and out... I have to fly with the class... - well, at least he wasn't stupid enough to ask you to cum, because you were very clear about him not being allowed to do that on his own while you were away. And yet he called you...

- Hmmm... You know that in situations of life and death, you can do what's best, but you called me... I advise you to think about your next words carefully. Does the harness impact your moves in any way, putting you or anyone else in any danger? Be honest, I won't be mad, I just want the truth, because I don't want anything to happen to my sweet boy... - he was silent for almost half a minute.

- No... - he whispered finally.

- Does it distract you so much that you wouldn't be able to focus on what you're doing and by so, putting yourself or others in danger? - you continued the interrogation.

- No, ma'am... - he replied and you could almost taste the shame coming from the other end of the call.

- How about the plug, does it make it uncomfortable to sit in the jet...? - you suspected that it was it because you instructed him to choose one of the biggest ones you had.

- No, ma'am... - he repeated, but you still were able to tell that something was off.

- Does it distract you so much that you're having trouble focusing...?

- Yes, ma'am... - his voice barely a whisper, yet it rang pleasurably inside your head.

- Tell me exactly how it distracts you... - oh, it was going to be so much fun... You leaned back in your chair and put your leg on the edge of the desk.

- It puts constant pressure on my g-spot... And I can't sit or suddenly move without leaking... I had to put on a cage as well, ma'am... - you couldn't help but hum, but you haven't decided yet if it was something you approved of.

- I didn't tell you to do that. - your tone was as neutral as possible because you were planning to react to his reaction.

- I'm sorry, ma'am, but I was so hard it was too visible through my pants. And I changed them to darker ones, so the leaking wouldn't be as visible... - even after all those years, he could still surprise you. He was willingly putting himself in more pain, just so he could follow the instructions you left him to the best of his ability.

- I'll let it slide this time... But let's come back to that plug - where are you? - you asked, and slowly slipped one of your fingers in between your folds, gently teasing your clit in anticipation of the obscene sounds you were about to hear.

- In my office. - he replied even before you finished asking the question.

- Doors? - after all, he was still a high-ranking member of the military. Who was occasionally your perfect little whore.

- Closed. - he was indeed prepared.

- Hmmm... How long do you have? - his response would determine your next course of action.

- About 15-20 minutes, ma'am. - that last word put a smile on your face. You never liked the word 'mistress', it was too dirty for your liking, but a well-placed ma'am from his mouth... You could get drunk on it.

- Harness stays, but we're going to do something about that plug, love... So you will still be able to think in the air... How does that sound?

- Thank you, ma'am. - you could feel the obvious relief in his voice. You knew that he knew that if he truly had to take everything off and out, you wouldn't even mention it.

But he called.

He wanted you to listen to his whining while he was putting on a show, like a stripper begging for attention...

- Don't take it out entirely just yet... I want you to fuck yourself on it and make all those beautiful little noises so that everyone can hear what a slut you are. And if you help me cum before you'll have to go, I might even let you finish too... - you didn't have to be there to know exactly what his face looked like. - Chop, chop, we don't have all day... - you smiled and patiently waited as he put the phone on his desk. You could hear the zipper of his pants opening and you knew exactly when he took off his underwear because you could hear a light jingle of the small paddle lock that was keeping the chastity cage locked. - Slowly... - you didn't have to say it, because he knew what was expected of him.

At first, there was a slight groan, that told you he started to pull out the plug and got to the widest part. After all those hours without moving it, you knew that his muscles weren't as stretched as in the morning and that it would be more painful for him. You also knew from the experience, that there was still lube inside him, so as soon as he'd start moving it a bit more, everything will become more pleasurable.

He moaned loudly and you could just say that the plug went back in and rubbed this sweet bundle of nerves inside him, that made him sing so beautifully. He slowly picked up the pace, and so did you. His moans became more needy and desperate with every second and you just loved to hear them... And the soft cries in between them when he was actively stopping himself from cumming. You could almost see the long line of precum slowly heading towards the carpeted floors from his swollen and locked in a metal cage penis, and if you were there you would have definitely licked it, just to hear him get even more desperate.

- Faster... - you didn't have to say anything more... You were leaning back in your chair, two fingers inside you, while your thumb intensely massaged your clit. His moans became louder and started fogging up your brain with an obscene image... It wasn't hard to see how plump and red his lips were, because he had a habit of biting them when he was getting close, and he was close for quite some time now if you were to believe his words earlier. Poor thing must have been on edge since he left the house. His cheeks were definitely flushed and red, and his eyes looked as if they were made of glass, because of the tears that appeared in them out of frustration. One of his hands closed tightly around the edge of his desk so hard, that his knuckles would get white, and the other behind him, holding a flared base of a plug he was using to fuck himself... He would definitely be leaning forwards, his caged cock maybe even bumping the desk from time to time, if he bucked his hips too harshly... Or maybe he was even completely bent over the desk, wishing that it was you who was fucking him... Hmmm... That was a nice image... But since you couldn't lay your hands on him now, a harsh, thin jute harness that hugged his upper torso under his shirt had to be enough for him to feel your presence for now. And you could almost see the light red marks it left on his skin, rubbing against it for a whole day... Not tight enough to actually impact his movements, but enough for him to feel you with him through the whole day.

You could hear his desperate, soft cries and longing moans, mixed with your name and empty promises of what he'd do if you just let him cum, telling you how sensitive he is just for you... He knew exactly what to say, what notes to play to help you get off. After a particularly sharp inhale and a whimper in a much higher tone than usual, you bit your lower lip harshly, because the image of his desperation in your head was enough to push you over the edge. It wasn't the strongest orgasm ever, but it definitely relaxed your muscles. Plus you didn't exactly plan on cumming today...

You looked at the timer on your call; there was still a couple of minutes left until he'd have to hang up, and since he was such a good boy today...

- Pete... - your tone of voice was surprisingly neutral and devoided of emotions, even though your cheeks were flushed. - Cum for me, honey... Let me hear it... - and he did, almost instantly. Oh, how you wish you were there to see it, to lick his cock over the metal cage and taste him on your tongue. And the sounds he made... Beautiful, delicious, if only you could drink them straight from his lips... After a moment you could hear his breath calming down, and after even a longer moment of silence, you could hear his last loud moan and a quiet thump of something falling to the ground

- Thank you... - he mumbled, still out of breath, and you smiled.

- You know what to do, I'm waiting... - there was just one more thing and you didn't have to wait long for your phone to vibrate, indicating that you received a new message, which you opened almost immediately. - Good boy... - and you could see exactly how fucked out he looked, and it was beautiful. He was practically laying on his desk, cheeks red, eyes full of tears that were dripping on some papers... he didn't take his shirt off, but it rode up, so you could see just a little bit of a thin brown rope peeking from under it on his back, and when you zoomed in, you could see how the area around it got all red and irritated. And then another picture came, from a different angle... you could see his gaping hole, stretched around nothing, and a thick line of cum dripping on his underwear on the floor, while his dick was straining painfully against steel restraints.

- Just for you, only for you... - he whispered in a breathy, still trying to collect his thoughts.

- Hmmm... Are you good? - and you didn't mean that in a sexual way. You truly wish you could be there with him, and fortunately, your job didn't require longer trips often.

- I will be in a minute... - he replied and you could hear a huge smile on his face.

- Good. You can leave the plug out, but you're not allowed to clean yourself. I want you to remember what a needy whore you are through the whole day, and sit in the mess you've made. - since he had chosen the dark pants today, you knew that it wouldn't be visible, and besides - he was about to be alone in his jet for a few hours, so there was a very low chance of him actually being caught.

- Yes, ma'am. - he didn't even care, still lost in his relief.

- You have to get going, baby, they will be waiting for you... - you knew that he knew that, and yet he still allowed himself to enjoy that relaxed state. You also knew that if he needed, he'd come up with a perfect excuse, but you didn't want him to have to do that.

- I don't want to hang up yet... I want to listen to your voice for a bit longer... - you couldn't help but laugh.

- Awww... Such a needy baby... - you finally put your phone down after you finished studying every detail of the photos he sent you. - You look so good splayed out on the desk like that, not even caring that someone might knock on your doors any second, or just barge in and see what a slut you are, fucking yourself and cumming on a plug just because your wife told you so... And they wouldn't be able to think about anything else when they see you... Would you be wearing one during class...? Or at the navy balls...? That might actually be an idea. For you to have a nice, pink, vibrating egg inside while you're in this white uniform of yours. And you wouldn't even be able to control it... - he groaned, and you knew what that meant. - Go get ready, honey... And send me some nice pictures after you'll get home... I want to see that harness and the marks it left when I wake up.

- Yes, ma'am. - he replied almost on instinct. You didn't always have this dynamic, but it was something that was extremely easy to slip into, for both of you.

- I love you, Pete... - you said just before you hung up.

- I love you more... - he replied and the call ended.

#my writing #tw: bodily fluids #⛓#🔌#🎤#🥪#📞#🔥#Top Gun smut #Top Gun Maverick smut #Pete Mitchell smut #Pete Maverick Mitchell smut #Maverick smut #Pete Mitchell x reader #Pete Maverick Mitchell x reader #Maverick x reader

167 notes · View notes

slutdge · 1 year

Text

Auris Apothecary's "Silencers"

"Specially designed to puncture the tympanic membrane, creating a profuse amount of blood which will fill your auditory canals, ensuring a quick and effective alternative to a life spent in submission to undesired audible overload."

#⛓#i have a pair of these bc as it is well known i enjoy auris apothecary's clownery

128 notes · View notes

rolling-restart · 1 year

Note

Okay so I love the ship Oscar/Arthur

So what about sharing Oscar with Arthur? They’re both so sweet all the time and Arthur is just as much work as Oscar but in a different way. He’s such a good master to Oscar but is so chaotic 😂

-🐉

Okay so I went a bit overboard, here you go.

Oscar is very nervous. He voiced his desire to be shared with someone else under your supervision before but he is not sure what to expect.

He knows that you know the best for him. He also trusts that you would never put him in a position where he would be genuinely scared or embarrassed.

This reassurance is not enough to calm him down while he presses his sweaty palms on his sides while waiting for you to come home with your “guest”. He spent all day preparing himself to perfection for this occasion but he still feels like he doesn’t look or feel good enough.

The first step was through cleaning and moisturising and he might have scrubbed his skin raw in the shower with the built-up anxiety. Moisturiser burnt his abused skin and he tried not to wince at the way his fancy lingerie bites his flesh. He puts on light makeup and feels generous with the blush on second thought. He chose a pastel-coloured transparent dressing gown and started pacing in the house with anticipation.

The list of people you might bring with you is getting scarier with every passing minute. Oscar is trembling when he finally hears the chime of the key turning in the lock.

He snaps out of his turmoil and tries to make himself look presentable for whoever is with you.

He is left speechless when he sees Arthur behind you, looking as anxious as he feels. An anxious smile pasts his lips when he sees Oscar, half hiding behind the beam of the entrance hall. Oscar doesn’t know what to think or say but he feels much more at ease because it’s Arthur. Arthur would never make fun of him or hurt him. Everything is going to be fine.

Oscar greets you with a kiss as you lift him with one arm and make him giggle against your cheek.

“I brought you a friend to play with. Why don’t you show him inside while I put these away?”

Oscar nods frantically and hesitates for a second before he takes Arthur’s hand. Arthur looks a bit tense but gladly accepts Oscar's hand and they move to the living room. It makes you chuckle that Arthur’s hand hovers on Oscar’s waist tentatively for a moment.

The view is so adorable once you enter the living room. Arthur is sitting on the couch leg sprawled while Oscar is kneeling on the floor, eyes down. Arthur can’t help but cradle Oscar’s hair, so soft to the touch as you know first-hand.

You deliberately walk past Oscar a bit too close and make him lose his balance and fall between Arthur’s legs. Arthur’s breath hitch with the sudden change of tone and looks up at you questioningly. Oscar braces himself by holding onto Arthur’s thigh and swallows.

“Do you want anything to drink Arthur? My little flower can make us tea if you want.”

Arthur glances at Oscar and his cheeks flush a little.

“No thanks, I'm good.”

You wish they knew how entertaining it is for you.

“Very well then. Baby, you know what to do.”

Oscar nods wordlessly and he gets rid of his dressing gown to reveal his pastel lingerie set, perfectly fitting his frame and making him look impossibly soft. He reaches to Arthur’s zipper and takes his cock out with practised ease. When he knows what to do, he is much more relaxed, in a contrast to the anxious anticipation he had ten minutes ago.

He doesn’t lose time by giving attention to the tip of his cock and takes him into his mouth as a whole with one motion. You wish you were recording all of these because Arthur experiences all possible human emotions as one as Oscar swallows around him.

“Don’t move baby, just stay like that. We have all the time in the world.”

Even though Arthur looks like he disagrees, he relaxes into the wet warmth of Oscar’s mouth and tries his best to stay still.

“Oh, don’t bother Arthur, push further if you want. He can take it.”

With your encouragement, Arthur grabs a fistful of Oscar’s hair and pushes his head further on his cock. Oscar doesn’t make a choking sound, surprisingly, and just moans around his cock helplessly. Arthur looks at you with glistening eyes.

“You never told me he was this good.”

“I trained him well.”

Oscar lets out a whine at the way you two talk about him as he is not there. He cannot complain, though, because he is not actually there. He knows he is nothing but an object at the moment, part of the furniture set just slightly more pleasant. At least for your guest.

You reach for the remote on the coffee table and flip the channels as if it’s just a regular afternoon. You came to the record of the race last weekend and press play. Arthur looks intrigued or at least pretends to be. It amuses him endlessly that one of the people the commentator is talking about is in the room, warming his cock while not being acknowledged at all.

“You don’t have to stay still, Arthur. Be my guest and do whatever want with it.”

You put on your best nonchalant mast and proceed to watch the race intently. You are aware that your presented indifference is driving Oscar crazy and you intend to keep it that way.

Arthur holds onto Oscar’s hair harder and starts fucking his face relentlessly. Poor Oscar is holding onto his thighs for his dear life but Arthur yanks his hand away. With nothing left to help control his body’s movements, Oscar links his hands behind his back and starts choking on Arthur’s dick.

You throw a glance at them and shake your head with disapproval.

“He is moving too much, let me tie his hands for you.”

Oscar moans with desperation, dying to be good for you two. He is not aware that actually he is keeping perfectly still and that you are just being mean to entertain Arthur.

You don’t bother with handcuffs and tie Oscar's hands together behind his back with a pastel pink silk rope. You consider also tying his feet to his hands but decide against it since Arthur will need to move Oscar around for upcoming activities.

Arthur is on cloud nine while losing all regard for Oscar’s breathing. He only comes to his senses when you yank his hand off of Oscar’s hair.

“Help me get him on the couch.”

Just like that, you lift Oscar from the floor like a rag doll and throw him on the couch face first. He lets out a little ‘off’ but doesn’t complain further. His eyes are so empty of thoughts so full of lust.

Arthur doesn’t lose any time and lifts his hips up and lowers Oscar’s panties to his knees. He groans at the sight of the plug peeking between Oscar’s cheeks but he also promptly yanks it off. Oscar squeals and lifts his head to meet your eyes with his tear-filled ones. You can’t help but cradle his face and touch his puffy red lips with your thumb. He has been so good so far so you might as well treat him.

Arthur is impatient but he also can’t help but watch Oscar’s little gaped hole clenching around nothing, trying to close. He spits on it and smears it with his careless fingers. Oscar whimpers against your hand, looking at you with pleading eyes. But he doesn’t tap out. He just craves your attention simultaneously. He is not greedy, not at all, but he needs your approval and attention on him to not feel like a dirty little whore being used by his friend.

For a second, you consider just leaving him there and letting him be fucked like that, without care, consideration or question. It would make him feel dirty, filthy and cheap even though it is no stranger behind him.

You end up leaving that kind of scene to another time, to another person because you know Arthur would feel like shit when he figures out Oscar is breaking emotionally and not only physically under him. You find Arthur’s way of dimming cute, even though it is nothing like yours.

Oscar’s mouth falls open when Arthur finally thrusts him. He doesn’t busy himself with teasing Oscar with only the tip and goes balls deep with one thrust. Oscar gasps and tries to catch his breath. You put your thumb in his mouth sympathetically and let him suck on it to soothe himself against the brutality of the pace.

Arthur holds onto Oscar’s hips with a bruising grip and thrusts him relentlessly. His movement pushes Oscar further onto you and you suddenly get an idea.

You get rid of your trousers quickly, ignoring Oscar’s plea. You turn back to your place and spread your legs in front of Oscar’s face. He gives you a pained smile and dives into it. He cannot control his body while he is being pushed further and further against your pussy but he doesn’t seem to be worried about being suffocated here and now. He is filled with bliss, getting to please you and his friend.

You have no rush and let Oscar sloppily eat you out while being jerked around by Arthur’s thrusts. Arthur, absolutely lost in the feeling, grabs Oscar’s hair and yanks him back to meet his chest. He is still in his clothes and it creates a delicious contrast to Oscar’s delicious naked body, only covered with a see-through bralette. Oscar protests because he is no longer to eat you out but Arthur’s hand on his neck, practically choking him, shuts him up.

Arthur cums in Oscar like that, and stills for a second, listening to Oscar gasping breathlessly. When he is done, he lets Oscar go and Oscar’s head drops on your lap helplessly. He takes his cock out abruptly, making Oscar wince in pain again.

You don’t follow Arthur while he makes his way to the bathroom, giving you two some privacy. Instead, you guide Oscar’s face on your labia once again and chuckle at how he sucks on you lazily. You would normally punish him for lack of enthusiasm but you also know he is very tired from the harsh treatment. You decide to take some burden off of his shoulders.

You flip him easily and position yourself on his face. He cannot hold onto your thighs to give himself breathing room but he cannot do that this time with his tied hands. Instead, he leaves himself at your mercy and lets you ride his face.

When you cum on his face, he is panting so hard that you worry he might hyperventilate. You let go of the thought of sitting on his chest for a while and instead untie his hands to cuddle him.

You expect Arthur to be already gone but he comes back to the living room, dropping himself on the opposite couch.

You raise your eyebrow. You know Oscar would probably want some privacy during his aftercare. However, Oscar looks at Arthur and smiles so sweetly. He then turns away from him and buries his face on your chest. Arthur watches you two fondly and doesn’t even make a scandalised face when Oscar peels your shirt to suck on your tits. This is something he does to calm down after an especially rough scene and you conclude that this one qualifies.

You gaze at Arthur again, now looking at you two with hungry eyes. You know what he wants but consider Oscar’s reaction for a second. Oscar gets jealous easily and might not be as comfortable sharing you as you are sharing him.

“Baby, can Arthur join, too?”

Oscar lets go of your nipple and looks at you. After a moment of consideration he nods. You gesture at Arthur to join you on the couch. Unlike his previous attitude, he hesitates, exposing that he is indeed not as confident as he shows.

Three of you barely fit on the couch but you are extremely content with two of your boys on your chest, suckling eagerly, the race you put on still playing out in the background.

#al #op #sub!oscar piastri #dom!arthur leclerc #switch!arthur leclerc #dom!reader #💅#⛓#cw: breath play #just to be safe #oscar piastri/arthur leclerc #nsfw.#answered asks #🐉

54 notes · View notes

pleaserusa · 7 months

Text

View this post on Instagram

A post shared by Demonia Shoes (@demonia.shoes)

instagram

🕸️🕷️Come get caught in our webz in #Demonia Camel-223 🕷️🕸️. Available in black & lavender shiny vinyl in US women’s 6-12 @ DemoniaCult.com 🖤💀. 📸: @demonia.shoes ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #DemoniaCult #ShowYourDemonia #ShoeGameStrong #Since1999 ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ ⛓ #demoniashoes #demoniaboots#veganboots #overthekneeboots #veganleather #fauxleather #gothgoth #gothgirl#gothstyle #gothfashion #gothshoes #gothboots #fakeleather #goth #punk #deathrock #grunge #90svibes #90sfashion #mallgoth #ankleboots #y2kfashion #y2kaesthetic #fairycore #cyberpunk

9 notes · View notes

fagsex · 2 years

Text

genuinely me

#emergency broadcast system #pronouncing as gen u wine lee #⛓#JOKE

58 notes · View notes

hauntbodied · 11 months

Text

so is being conceptum for "man made object" by lemon demon too meta orrrr...?

#objectum #conceptum #⛓

11 notes · View notes

wesstars · 7 months

Note

Regarding what you said in the reblog, I appreciate it very much! 🥰

Also, I see you've been checking out some fics from some blogs I follow, so here's a recommendation if you want it: Le Petite Mort (or LPM) by @somekindofpoet if you haven't already read it!

-⛓️

heyyy !

YEAHH i read LPM even tho i've never seen X and i feel like i know all i need to know now... i think i've read all of crush's works... like a movie was SO fun and oh! dealer too

thanks for the rec :]

#asks #⛓

2 notes · View notes

ciccerone · 5 months

Text

512 notes · View notes

termagax · 3 months

Text

#pbbhtbtvh #ill get it one of these times #i think his dick is getting smaller every time i draw it. LOL #ignore the tattoo i have to keep myself amused while im in the torment (STUDIES)#🦕#🐟#roadhog #⛓

60 notes · View notes

stampcollective · 2 years

Text

we made some sprites of different alters :D

[elias, min, lou and lloyd]

if you’re a system shoot us a DM and we can talk about an exchange! currently we aren’t able to accept money however we do have options for ‘payments’ otherwise! i.e. letting me infodump about my dnd campaign to you HDNDJD

mootie patooties you don’t have to give us anything in return we luv u <333

#⛓#osdd system #osdd #osdd 1 #did system

17 notes · View notes

h-c-u · 1 year

Text

Consequences and conversations

Summary: Maverick is a brat who bratted too close to the sun and now has to deal with the aftermath, and this includes a dash of pegging in the beginning and a serious adult conversation in the end.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x fem!reader

W/C: 2.2k

Rating: +18, pegging, usage of gags, dom/sub, bondage, smut, aftercare, and a splash of dirty talk

TWs: Mentions of regular bodily fluids that are present during adult encounters

A/N: I've intended for it to be set a bit closer to TGM, but honestly, it can also be read as a younger Mav :)

Masterlist | List of tags

- Awwww… My sweet boy thought that he could earn me with money…? Like I'm some sort of a cheap whore….? - your voice was soft, and your lips curved in a gentle smile, in complete contrast to the words that were coming out of them. - Buy me like I'm a prostitute waving at the cars from under street lights…? Tsk, tsk, tsk… - you continued to patronize the men who looked so delicious with a red rubber ball in between his teeth, drool slowly starting to pool in the corners of his mouth. He looked obscene, spread out on a bed… So desperate for your touch that he was almost vibrating. - So old, yet so stupid and naive… I guess some boys never learn… - you grinned, your finger slowly tracking a trail that was left by a bead of sweat. It started right in the middle of his chest, continued down, and you tracked it till the end, right below his navel, where it disappeared in his happy trail.

It was fun to watch him squirm and arch his back, pushing himself into your touch, however delicate it was. He was also violently shaking his head, trying to deny the words that hung in the air…

- No….? No, you weren't trying to buy me…? - Pete continued to shake his head and you smiled… - Or no, you're not stupid, and naive….? - this time he nodded joyously, trying to do his best to be a good boy and that made you smile even more. In every other area of your life, he was the one more in control, but here, in the quiet of your own bedroom… It was a totally different conversation. Here, this usually confident, cocky, and put-together man, was your sweet boy who didn't know what was best for him - Or no, not all boys never learn…? You think you can learn…? - you asked, and Mav looked at you with a silent plea in his beautiful green eyes. - Awww… You are so adorable, I could just eat you up. - you smiled and licked his abdomen, feeling his muscles turn into stone under your tongue. After that, you gently blew on the wet trail you just left and observed how the goosebumps started forming on his skin.

- Do you think we've waited enough…? - you looked him in the eyes, mocking his enthusiastic nods just a bit, by repeating them with a patronizing expression. - Yeah…? Now, will my sweet boy learn that patience is indeed a virtue…? And that waiting is more than recommended…? - he continued nodding as if his life depended on it, and you finally slowly moved you hips back, allowing the textured dildo to drag along that sweet spot inside him, which made him moan loudly through the gag. - Goooood… - you observed the expressions on his face changing from desperation to pure bliss, to desperation again. You were moving slow enough to tease him beyond what he thought he could handle, and yet you proved him wrong, slowly entering him again and dragging all the bumps along his walls, but this time he did his best not to make a sound, even though a small whimper escaped from behind the gag. - Gooooood… You're learning… - you dragged the vowel while you were exiting him again… - Are you going to be a good boy…? - you asked and Pete almost choked on his own saliva, nodding his head with such passion, that he almost hit it on the headboard. - Don't disappoint me, love… - you reached back with your left hand and undid the leather cuff that was holding one of his ankles in place, and he immediately hooked it behind you, pulling you closer.

He was so adorably clingy and you knew that not being able to touch you, to worship every inch of your body was torture for him. But you didn't undo any of the other cuffs… Instead, you reached behind his head and undid a clasp that was holding the gag in place. - Remember what you've learned today… - you whispered, running your fingers through his hair, unsticking them from his drenched-in-sweat forehead.

- Yes, ma'am… - even when he whispered, you could hear how raspy his voice got as the effect of what you did to him and you would lie if you said that you didn't love it. You loved to mark him in any way you could, and the thought of him struggling just a little bit to talk tomorrow. Not much, but enough for him to not forget about what you did to him... Perfection...

You gently nudged his nose with your own, while bending one of your legs and putting you weight more on your feet and knee now; to keep a better balance, while you slowly moved once more, feeling how desperately Mav tried to pull you in harder and deeper into himself.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk… - you put your hand on his thigh and squeezed it hard enough for your nails to leave a mark, but not hard enough to pierce the skin.

- Please… - he whimpered so sweetly on the exhale, and if you were just a few inches further away, you wouldn't be sure if you actually heard the words, but you did…

- Please what…? - you asked, stopping for a moment, giving him time to collect his thoughts.

- Please, harder… - all the confidence that filled him during the day was now completely gone and he struggled to even look up.

- Harder….? - you repeated his words and smiled. - I guess you've made up for the previous transgressions… - you added and not letting go of his thigh, you grabbed the headboard with your right hand for more leverage and rammed into him with all your force, squeezing a loud moan from his lungs… And then another, and another… With each thrust, you pulled yourself harder toward the headboard; he didn't even have to pull you into him with his leg because it was simply impossible for you to get any deeper.

You lowered your head and placed a hungry kiss on his lips, almost like you tried to suck all air out of his lungs. You drank every moan, every gasp, every whimper directly from his mouth, moving quicker and quicker. You also changed the angle just a little bit, so your soft abdomen rubbed against his hard-on, giving him even more stimulation.

It was hard not to be impressed with how long he actually lasted; you knew he will try to prove to you, that indeed, he learned today's lesson; that patience is important. But this… This was a surprise because he was actively denying himself an orgasm, without you explicitly telling him to do so. You could tell he didn't have much of that self-control left in him though.

You bit his lip, dug your nails into his hip even harder, pulling him even stronger onto your strap, and that was enough to push him over the edge.

You felt the warm wetness spilling over your abdomen, but that was the least of your focus… You slowed down but didn't stop completely, now gently swaying in and out, and watching his face with intensity.

You let him ride his orgasm to the fullest, but that still wasn't enough, and as soon as you noticed, that he was coming down from that high, you picked up the tempo again, dragging out his pleasure as much as you possibly could, letting soft whines escape from his lips and drinking them up as soon as they did. You allowed the panic to slowly set in his eyes when he realized, that you weren't stopping yet, that he didn't have the means to stop you or push you from him, and that he was completely at your mercy. And even though he felt as if a live electric current was running through his body, he was completely fine with that, and even more - he welcomed it with opened arms and allowed himself to be lost in another orgasm, his muscles tensing, and his back in a perfect arch.

Only now you were satisfied and slowly slipped out of him.

While he was still on cloud nine, you undid your harness, freeing yourself, and you also undid the rest of the cuffs that were holding him almost flush against your bed, but you weren't able to do anything more to take care of him for now, because both of his legs were hooked behind you and held you with a force you could just not compete with.

- Mav, honey… - a low grunt escaped from his chest. - Let me go… - you requested because you wanted to get a warm, wet towel to clean both of you up.

- Never… - he laughed, reaching for you and pulled you into his arms, so you were laying in front of him, trapped in a prison made from his limbs, with his head in a nook of your neck. He inhaled your scent deeply as if he wanted to get high on it. Eyes still closed, he listened to your breath, now much slower than just a minute ago. Your heart on the other hand - still racing, and he was able to feel it under your skin with his cheek.

You relaxed in his arms, allowing him to come down from that rush of endorphins. However, his regular breathing against your skin and the radiating heat from his body calmed you enough that you started to doze off, completely content with your life.

A warm, gentle, and soft material moving slowly against your stomach woke you up, and at first, you were a little bit confused, but as soon as you opened your eyes, you realized what was happening. Mav tried to clean you up in your sleep and you smiled, catching his soft gaze.

- Thank you for tonight… - he said softly, leaned, and stole a soft kiss from your lips, only to come back to cleaning you with a soft washcloth.

- You're welcome… - you stretched and yawned… - What time it is…? - a question you could have easily answered yourself by looking at the clock on the nightstand, but you just loved when he did things for you, even as small as that one. You knew it must have been either extremely late, or extremely early because the only source of light was the moon, peeking through the skylight.

- Around 2… - he knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn't mind, on the contrary… - And I'm sorry for before… It was a huge decision much too quickly… - he moved from washing your abdomen, to gently cleaning your left thigh.

- Oh, I don't care about that… - you replied quickly, and he shot you a surprised look. - I mean… We already live together, we're engaged, we're each other's emergency contacts and all that, so merging our finances was a natural step in the correct direction. - his hands slowly moved to your calf, not only cleaning it but massaging the muscles gently. - What I do care about, is that you've made that decision by yourself, without even talking to me. - he lowered his gaze sheepishly. - It made me feel like you didn't care about my opinion and that you thought I didn't have enough to bring to the table, so you didn't even bother discussing it. - you explained, while he was still taking care of your legs. Logically you knew he didn't mean it like that, but that didn't change the fact how he made you feel; his actions hurt you. - For goodness sake, Pete… you didn't even tell me, I found out from the mail. - you added, throwing your head back. Only now you noticed that he changed the bedding and hid all the… additional gear while you slept and that made you smile just a little.

- I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention… I just… want to share my life with you in every possible way. - he explained, gently putting your leg back on the bed and moving to the second one. - But it was wrong of me to act as if it was a one-sided decision. - he added, recognizing where he made a mistake; he will definitely be more careful with that in the future. - I care deeply about what you think and what I did came from ignorance, not maliciousness. - he finished washing your leg and placed a gentle kiss on your right ankle, but when he started to slowly climb higher with his kisses, you stopped him with your other leg. Gods, that man definitely had stamina. - But… - he wanted to protest, but you laughed gently.

- I'm still high on dopamine… I'm good, trust me… You did amazing today. - simple praise, but it came a long way, especially paired with a kiss that you pulled him into, a damp washcloth now completely forgotten somewhere on the floor. This time you were the one wrapping your arms and leg around him, absorbing his body heat; he was your personal aviator-radiator and you loved it because you just couldn't sleep when it was cold. - Fuck, I love you so much… - you whispered with your eyes closed, while he pulled a duvet over both of you and brushed away the hair from your face. In the soft light of the moon, you looked even more beautiful and he wanted to remember that for the rest of his days, so he studied it carefully.

- I love you too… - he finally replied and gently kissed your forehead, but you were already asleep in his arms.

75 notes · View notes

slutdge · 19 days

Text

STRAIGHT PANIC

#logged back on from my ongoing mental breakdown to post this #listen to straight panic 🔫#harsh noise #harsh noise wall #hnw #⛓#✖#uploads #🌈

16 notes · View notes

rolling-restart · 2 years

Note

Okay more slave este :)

As you said, he loves being manhandled and ignored. You kick things over, kick him, slap thing, throw things on him and he loves it, loves knowing that he can and should be better for you. He loves it when he’s cleaning the floor but it’s not good enough so you spill the bucket over and then kick him down so he can see what he’s doing better.

I can also see him enjoying being a human ashtray? Only every now and then but he loves when your friends are over and flick the ash on him, loves the little heat he gets from it and then and knowledge he has to clean it up and apologise for getting in the way of the actual ashtray.

He also manages your diary, makes sure everything is ready for your work and trips and that you have everything you need.

When you’re going away for a couple nights you give him very harsh rules and he loves it. You get Fernando over to make sure he’s doing them. Este is a bit nervous around Fernando so stumbles over a few things and Fernando just gives him the dirtiest look and slaps him. “Do you really think that’s good enough? I thought you mistress would’ve trained you to be better than that? Do you disappoint her like this?” And that degradation just gets este?! He works even harder to be better.

Also…Lance coming over one day and at first can’t get around ignoring his best friend. But then Esteban gets in the way and lance accidentally pushes him over and then sees how Esteban does enjoy it. Lance is so ruthless, the harshest out of the three of you. When he looks after este it’s very common to come home to este naked, in his collar with shoe prints on his back.

You’re mistress, Fernando is master and Lance is sir. And god does Esteban love it. There’s so many times where he’s just on his hands and knees, cups on his back because it’s closer to you than the table is, and you three are just talking about him. He gets so hard and leaks all over the floor and when Lance notices he pushes este down, spilling drinks everywhere and just laughs. “God the slave really can’t do anything right. Why do we keep him around?” Este just goes and cleans up and tries to be better

-🐉

Holy fuck, I am speechless. I saw this when I was at the gym and literally ran back home to answer it??

This is drop-dead beautiful. I’ll try to add my thoughts to it.

Human ashtray?? This idea is a thing of beauty and I can imagine him jolting with sudden pain and then immediately regretting it because he should’ve been better for you??

I honestly cannot think of leaving him to someone but if I could, it would be Fernando. We all know he is a fucking villain and he would keep Este in line when you are away. Somehow he is better at degrading Este than you because you take personal pride in training Este and you get disappointed before angry when he fails.

Este would get very upset if he feels like he failed you, though. He would be very anxious about staying alone with Fernando but he wouldn’t dare beg you to stay. Fernando corners him, teases him and humiliates him throughout the weekend. Este takes this as a learning opportunity to be better for you and he thanks Fernando over and over again for helping with his training, whenever he is allowed to speak. You observe more marks than usual on Este when you are back and shoot Nando a questioning look.

“We had some kinks to work out but everything is fine now.”

Este grins so wide and so proud that it makes your heart melt. You have no doubt that he has been good for you because this little thing is unable to be bad on purpose!

And Lance, oh my god. I want to see him as a trainee master and he is just very ruthless and harsh for now. You use him for Este’s training and Este for his training but you and Fernando try to keep both in check in case Lance gets too ruthless.

And boy, he loves stepping on Este. Like, not giving all his weight but enough to make Este whine. When Lance hits him, you can see it is harsher than both you and Fernando because Este’s face sours with actual pain. He enjoys it though. But when you think Lance went too far, you punish Lance too. I just love to think that Lance doesn’t have the privileges that Nando and you have.

And leash?? Can we have a leash to move Este around the house? Like he would already follow you but there is a more special delight in just dragging him on the floor?

I think there would be a division of labour. You would train Este for new commands and chores. Fernando would make sure he does it well & correctly. And Lance would gladly punish him if he does it wrong. Este doesn’t need to do something wrong to be picked on by Lance, though, because even if he does everything right, Lance makes up an imaginary mistake. And he hits, slaps and spits on Este for it. I can see Lance as a sadistic little shit, he has so much potential but he also needs to learn the limits and consider the safety of the sub/slave more. Therefore, he is not allowed to fuck Este yet, until he is a trustworthy master. He can watch, though, but he cannot touch himself.

I am loving this too much and I am literally begging for more!!

#sub!esteban ocon #dom!fernando alonso #dom!lance stroll #switch!lance stroll #dom!reader #nsfw.#answered asks #💥#eo #fa #ls #🐉#⛓

22 notes · View notes