Being Stressed And Ranting About Your Day To Satoru While Your Hand Is Wrapped Around His Cock, Stroking

jerking an exhausted nanami off from behind

“s’too much sweetheart— h-hah..” you’ve been overstimulating him for the past 30 minutes, your right hand covered in your husbands slick. he’s laying in between your legs, head resting in the crook of your neck as his hands latch firmly onto your plump thighs.

he had come home from work clearly frustrated with whatever went on inside his workplace, you just wanted to give him somethin’ to cool off after a hard day at work! “nuh uh.. s’not enough, you’re being soo good for me kennnn.” your free hand threads fingers through his silky hair as your sultry voice throws him for a loop. he truly underestimated how filthy his little wife was.

he’s planting delicate kisses on your neck while he’s huffing out shallow breaths, you continue to jerk his lengthy cock, milking whatever he has left inside of him. “f-fuck nngh m’gonna cum again- mmf,” he’s moaning out — pleading even, you’ve put a hand tightly over his mouth, silencing his loud moans. “yeah? you’re being so loudd.. heh- c’mon give it to me kentoo” you giggle, fisting his cock while his leaky tip oozes out beads of pre-cum.

his hands are gripping your thighs while he bucks his hips into your hand, chasing his orgasm. the room is filled with obscene noises and muffled moans, you move your hand from his mouth upwards to his eyes, blinding him. “mmngh- please p-please yeah.. d-don’t stop shiiit!” he groans, tilting his head back as the coil deep in his stomach unwravels.

your hand is jerking him up n down, squeezing him tightly. his cum is pouring out, dripping all over your hand as you focus your strokes onto his sensitive tip. “o. . . oh fuuuuck fuck fuck hnghh ah!” he whines while his cum flows out his slit in large spurts. he’s made a mess all throughout your hand, cum dripping down to his balls.

“feel better big boy..?” you giggle, removing both your hands from his body causing him to wince out of overstimulation. “hah.. almost killed me y’know” he glares at your smitten facial expressions, you roll your eyes before landing a big kiss onto his parched lips. “whateverrr, you liked it!” you reply, only thing on your mind is the next time you’ll be able to help your husband ‘cool off after work’

who knows.. maybe this will become a little routine you guys have

a/n : can you tell i like sub nanami.. ermm ; got lazy at the end loll likes & reblogs appreciated <3 kisses from c4toru !!

ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, obsessive behaviour, pervy geto, stalking, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, hints of yandere, 18+ minors dni.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who notices you the moment you first attend one of his classes, immediately singling you out among the small group of his regulars laying down their mats.

he's never seen someone so young and pretty in his studio before — most of his customers were married middle-aged women old enough to be his mother. but not you.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who takes a very keen interest in you from that very first session, his sharp gaze never leaving you for long each time you come in. to his dismay, however, you always take the spot right at the back of the room, meaning he has to crane his neck around all of the gossiping older ladies to get a good look at you. hmm, that won't do.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who keeps you behind one day after a class, subtly suggesting that you move closer to the front so he can 'get a clearer look' at your progress. and if you catch on to the real reason he wants you closer, you don't say anything; so he assumes you bought the excuse. perfect.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who, once you begin working right at the front, gets more and more handsy as time goes on. what began as just a light brush of his fingers to improve your positioning turns into him fully grasping your hips to manoeuvre your body the way he wants.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who isn't oblivious to the jealous looks cast in your direction from the other women when he does this. he just pays them no mind; he's not interested in them, after all. only you.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who finds himself becoming increasingly obsessed with you after each session, talking yoga instructor!gojo's ear off about how pretty you are and how utterly delicious the arch of your back is when he gets everyone to do the downward dog stretch.

his friend laughs but reminds him that it's strictly against the rules of the yoga studio to get involved with a customer (as if he cares about such trivial things like that.)

pervy yoga instructor!geto who starts insisting on you staying behind after every single class, claiming it would be good for you to have some one-on-one sessions with him to hone your skills. when you don't protest, he thinks you must either be completely clueless or into him just as much as he is you. he really hopes it's the latter.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who uses these private classes to get you to do various risqué positions for him that definitely aren't real yoga stretches. but what you don't know can't hurt you, right?

pervy yoga instructor!geto whose mood becomes sour once you stop attending his sessions. had he gone too far? did you think he was a creep? he didn't even care if you filed a report about him for his behaviour at this point — as long as it meant he got to see you at the subsequent meeting.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who only lasts a few weeks before he's rifling through the customer files in his office, yanking out your folder and scanning the page.

once he finds your address, he's in his car and on the way there, breaking every speed limit on the way. and before he even knows it, he's outside your house, peeking in through the window.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who spots you curled up on your couch, crying softly in front of the television while spooning ice cream into your pretty mouth. and suddenly, all his previous anger is replaced with concern. he hasn't even formed an excuse to explain why he's here before he's knocking on the door.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who hurriedly tells you that "it's company policy to check on customers who haven't attended sessions for a certain amount of time", mentally patting himself on the back when you seem to buy it and let him into your apartment.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who listens intently as you spill all the details about your cheating asshole of a boyfriend. so that's why you've been absent. but don't worry — he can make you forget all about that worthless scum. after all, he didn't deserve you anyway!

suguru could treat you so much better. and he will, if you let him.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who kisses your tears away, hushing you softly and whispering in your ear about how beautiful you are and how he's had his eye on you since you first entered his studio. (he leaves out the part where he's fucked his fist to the thought of you in those tight little yoga pants countless times. he doesn't want to scare you off!)

pervy yoga instructor!geto who starts by running his hands over your perfect body he's been imagining touching just like this for so long, burying his head between your soft thighs and eating you out like it's his last meal until you're all nice and gushy.

he only stops when your tears of sadness turn into those of pleasure, until you're practically begging him to fuck you.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who starts by fucking you nice and slow on your couch in missionary, praising you over and over in that silken purr of his like you deserve. but soon enough he's flipping your body around, putting you in the yoga position that you always do the best for him; downward dog, ruthlessly rutting his fat cock into you from behind like an animal.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who has to use all of his willpower to make sure you cum on his cock first before he lets go himself, despite the fact he could've busted a nut the second he eased into your warm, tight little pussy.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who watches in silent satisfaction as his goopy cum oozes out of your abused cunt, quickly fingering it right back inside to make sure not a single drop goes to waste. "it's all for you, sweet baby." he murmurs, voice raspy and deep.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who effortlessly carries your exhausted body to your bedroom bridal style, cooing in your ear the entire way about how you're his now, and he's going to take such good care of you, his favourite girl.

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can't stop imagining how it'd feel to bounce on ellie's strap. she lets you preside, and prepares herself: waiting with a stupid grin and an open lap, she spits in her palm with audible ejection. “ptuh!” the glob is balled into a fist, then slathered down the forest-green length of her cock, adding dull shine to the veins. she observes, with indolent, low-lidded eyes, as you bring a leg over and your bare form melts with immediate ease; her lap is warm; a sigh lulls out. those thigh muscles tense under the pressure—the soft pressure of you pinning her further into the couch cushion.

she stares up and chuckles, “gonna put it in?” the obvious question. affirming it made her heart rush and her flesh whir with anticipation—she paws your waist to calm it, or attempt to. you shift through the gaps of her grip, replacing it with your hips that come up and angle above that tip. “am i going to?” you whisper, a delayed reply. god, you ruin this girl.

ellie shudders, tortured, her freckled cheeks flushed in red, watching the length disappear inside your hole. a long moan pushes her throat open. “ohh—fuck babe.” she comprehends how wet you true-as-hell are when her cock slides out, and your folds drag along them, painting a filthier gloss in their wake. she has to swallow herself. “fuck,” biting her lip and cursing again—since it's all she seems to remember; that single syllable. “how the fuck can you take all that?” the girl under you behaves like a congregant, and you, the god. the sounds of flesh slapping together fill the room before she can match your momentum. hurried hands travel your curves, grope your thighs and pull the flesh, spreading your cunt to make it simple; she fucks you right back—encouraged. “so f-fuckin' ho-ot babe. uhn-uh-uh, fuck!” not to mention: her cunt throbbing at the sight of your bouncing tits, and yours at hers, lined up with her needless thrusts. you're eager to shut her loud mouth with them.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭.

REESE'S PUFFS REESE'S PUFFS EAT EM UP EAT EM UP EAT EM UP REESE'S PUFFS REESE'S PUFFS Had fun in the Hazbin drawpile I hosted! I'm really happy with how this turned out.

Okay so i listened to suggestions about Jayce being unhappy with the inflicting pain bit but being unable to say no!

lucifer trying to complete the eden collection:

It was at that moment that he knew, he fucked up.

after almost decade of using AO3, i have just found out that you can put it on dark mode.

NO MORE BEING BLINDED BY FICS

You | Lute x Redeemed!Sinner

Warnings: post season one by two months BUT Adam miraculously survived, Lute was able to get her arm regrown by some divine intervention, Lute being a bitch 97% of the time, Adam being Adam, reader being a sweetheart, strong language, some derogatory nicknames towards sinners, reader is HEAVILY implied to be a bisexual (real queen shit), WxW, probably very out of character for both Lute and Adam — but I've never written for either of them before ✨

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: you were a redeemed sinner, yet Lute still hated you. . . Though soon, things would change for the better.

A/N — Silva is Latin for Forest *** (I know, I'm so creative). The sick meal is something I love even when I'm not sick, but feel free to imagine whatever you want for it :) but remember: ALWAYS WASH YOUR RICE

The sky brightened, bringing along with it the dawn of your first day in Heaven. Having been a long time resident of the Hazbin Hotel, you were as skeptical as the others, but played your part in wanting Charlie's dreams to come true. 

You were the first official resident, though more of an employee by the time Angel Dust came around, and a friend — a damned good one — to anyone who came through those doors. 

It didn't matter who they were. Whether it was Alastor, Husk, or even Lucifer himself, it didn't matter. You were an excellent listener.

Perhaps that was part of the reason you had been redeemed. 

It was possible that the other part of the reason why was because you regretted your singular act of immoral wrath when you were alive and you thought about it every day. 

You had walked the straight and narrow your entire life — married young and planned on having children once you were out of college and had a stable job. . . Then your husband cheated on you with his co-worker and it was as if you were possessed by blind rage. You killed him. 

You didn't kill her — she didn't know you existed, so you let her live. . . Then she found out of your existence rather quickly and karma came in the form of a pissed off woman wearing cheap perfume and fake red bottoms. 

So you crash landed into Hell immediately. No trial in purgatory. Straight into the melting pot of horrendous historical figures that you had been forced to write essays about in High School and people like you, who did one wrong thing. 

Watching the sun rise for the first time in almost ten years, you supposed you owed it all to Charlie. Having her as a supportive friend throughout your stay. 

First to arrive, second to be redeemed. 

The halo and wings were an odd feeling compared to the horns and sharp tail. . . As well as the white, light blue, and gold version of the outfit you were wearing when you ascended. Odd but welcomed. 

“Thank you.” You whispered aloud, sitting on the dock behind the building you had been guided to upon your arrival just hours before, surrounded by the water that was completely unaffected by murkiness or toxic waste. It was the cleanest water you'd ever seen. 

Wind chimes sang in the breeze that slightly rippled the top of the vast lake, distorting the reflected pinks and yellows of the golden sunrise. 

Voices drew closer, yet they didn't matter as the air warmed comfortably, the sun rising higher and higher in the blue sky. 

It was nice seeing blue instead of red. It felt human. It felt calm. 

“[Y/N]?” A voice called out and you turned around to face the newcomer. 

A smile broke out on your face as you came to see Sera with Sir Pentious and Emily at her side. The younger seraphim was buzzing with excitement. 

You carefully stood so as to not fall into the lake, approaching them slowly. “It's good to see you again, Pentious.” You said, hugging the former snake demon. 

He returned the quick embrace and blushed, just like he did when you were both in Hell. You and Charlie were the first to give him a chance. “You too missss [Y/N]. . .” 

You smiled at him once again before turning to Emily, who seemed to be the one temporarily in charge. “Welcome to Heaven! There's so much for you to see and do! But first, do you have any questions?”

“Where exactly in Heaven are we?” You questioned, gesturing to the lake with trees to either side, but with water for as far as you could see. 

“You're at the Silva Lake house.” Sera spoke up. “It was built when Sir Pentious arrived, as a way to prepare him for the eyes of the other angels who never set foot in Hell. . . As well as a potential sanctuary for any other sinners who may be redeemed along the way, such as yourself.”

A sanctuary for the redeemed made perfect sense when you thought about it. Heaven had to do something to not only make up for the mistake in leadership that led to the annual Extermination Day, but they couldn't just throw former sinners into society without getting them used to the new conditions. 

It would be like bringing a knife to a gunfight. . . They'd be ill prepared and it wouldn't look good for anyone, especially the higher-ups. 

“So, what do we have to do?” 

This time it was Emily who replied to you. “Just be here and show us that you have no problem learning how things work up here. . . It's not too complicated, but there are a few new rules in place after recent events. . . But don't worry! I'm sure you'll both be fine!” She smiled brightly, clapping her hands together. 

You could only hope everything would be alright.

Two weeks after your arrival, you had begun to think that you could handle the new realm in which you resided. 

At the Silva Lake house, you had a set routine which consisted of a lovely breakfast with Sir Pentious in the breakfast nook, morning lessons with Emily, a silent nature stroll with Sera, a trip to the city — just barely inside the limits — purely so you could see what you'd eventually be joining, and dinners alone because Sir Pentious was allowed to stay in the city longer than you and go further because he had been there longer.

It was nice to have a schedule, but having the same one every day was beginning to bore you. At least Charlie's schedules had made room for stuff outside of trust exercises. . . Stuff like hotel movie nights, family dinners, and fun outings. 

Two weeks and you thought you were ready. A five minute meeting was all it took for that false sense of readiness to fly out the window. 

One look in the golden eyes of the woman who would've killed you less than three months ago, had it not been for Vaggie stepping in, was enough to make you feel as if your leg was still stuck under the burning pile of rubble with an angelic blade mere inches away from your throat. 

The pain and any physical indication of it happening was long gone, but the memory was still there as if it had just happened moments ago. 

Yet you still regarded her as if she was an inhabitant of the hotel — with a smile and an open mind. 

Your welcoming smile was met with a glare of disdain from the exorcist angel, who looked as if she'd try to kill you again if you so much as breathed wrong in her direction. 

Shockingly, Adam, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the whole meeting, was more open to conversing with you than Lute was. This was all part of Heaven's new plan. 

Forgiveness. 

Sera wanted you to forgive Lute for the part she played in almost killing you and your friends. 

She wanted Sir Pentious to forgive Adam for ‘killing’ him during the battle. 

And she wanted them to forgive the both of you for the roles played in the battle, despite you avoiding the battle where you could. 

“I sincerely apologize for the role I played in the battle that cost you many angels.” You said, catching Emily giving you two thumbs up from behind the two. 

“Now, Lute. . . Apologize to her.” Sera ordered lightly. 

The exorcist crossed her arms. “No. Why should I have to apologize to a lowly sinner?” She scoffed. “Not happening.”

You frowned. Lowly sinner? Ouch. . . 

“She is redeemed, Lute —”

“Is she? She looks the same. A wardrobe makeover doesn't change who someone is. And she practically reeks of Hell.” Lute turned her nose up at you. 

“I think that's enough for this evening, Sera. . . Adam, Lute. . . I apologize once again and hope you can find it within your hearts to forgive me.” You then turned away and walked towards your room.

“Sure thing, Bitch!” Adam called out just before your bedroom door closed roughly with a click. 

Lowly sinner? Reeking of Hell? 

The words stung. . . You should be mad, or even mildly frustrated. . . But you're more disappointed. Even when Adam, Lute, and the other exorcists were attacking your friends, you had been nice. . . But they didn't seem to care. It felt like you were redeemed for nothing. 

So you laid on your bed in silence, with tears unwillingly cascading down your cheeks, until your usual dinner time rolled around and Emily coaxed you out before she and Sera left. 

As you warmed up a prepped meal, you noticed that Adam and Lute were still there at the lake house, though neither paid any mind to you. Not while you milled about the kitchen. Not while you ate. 

The only time they paid any attention to you was when you walked across the far side of the living room to reach the bathroom for your evening shower. Even then, Lute only glared while Adam made derogatory comments about joining you in the shower. 

You ignored both of them, and when you came out of the bathroom, they were no longer in the living room, so you assumed they left. 

It became evident just hours later that they, in fact, hadn't left. The dead giveaway was the loud rock music that played from the TV in the living room, during a time you knew Sir Pentious was asleep — and the former snake demon didn't care for rock all that much. He was more of a classical music guy, but he could also get behind r&b. 

And you knew with the time, Sera and Emily wouldn't be around for another four hours.

You wanted to ignore it. Oh you tried so hard to ignore it, going as far as to cover your head with one of your pillows. . . But you could still hear it. And now you couldn't fall back asleep. 

Trying was pointless. 

Your morning started two hours earlier than it usually did, which unironically gave you time to do things that you couldn't do with the tight schedule. . . Like having morning coffee by the lake as the sun rose, breakfast that wasn't cereal or freezer waffles, or even a nice little swim with a shower after.

“What the fuck, dude?” You heard Adam's tired voice yell from the opposite side of the lake house, the music immediately muting. 

Lute's more awake voice could be heard through the walls, but you were unable to make out anything she was saying. . . So you sighed and went on to make a nice breakfast, in hopes it would help set the mood for the day. 

A good mood for a good day — hopefully. 

Adam and Lute weren't allowed to leave until all was forgiven and peace was made between the four of you. Orders from the almighty creator who hadn't taken too kindly to Sera, Lute, and Adam attempting to play God in his absence. 

What shocked you the most was Emily canceling lessons for the foreseeable future, purely because she could, saying ‘you've been at this for a while, you deserve a break so you're not burnt out’.

It was almost laughable. 

After the disruptive morning of rock n’ roll, you went back to the regular schedule for the most part. . . But before you knew it, you had been in Heaven for a month and your limits were being tested. 

Your food had gone missing from the fridge. 

Your laundry had gotten mixed up, despite being separated by your hand. . . Which resulted in two of your brand new favorite shirts to shrink in the dryer — you still wore them anyway.

Things you set down were never where you placed them. 

At first it drove you crazy — you thought you were losing your mind. Until Sir Pentious had come to you one late evening and revealed something he noticed. 

Lute had been either eating your food or throwing it away. 

Lute had been the one switching your laundry around. 

Lute had been the one moving everything you set down. 

You couldn't understand why someone would go to such lengths to inconvenience you when you had been so accommodating for the both of them. . . So you ignored her. 

And it pissed her off. 

How dare you ignore her existence while she was cursing yours? 

One evening, you were making a nice, hearty meal because you and Sir Pentious had fallen victim to the early autumn allergy fueled cold. It was something your parents would've made whenever you were feeling under the weather — you were just glad the ingredients were in the house. 

Adam entered the kitchen without his mask and opened the fridge as you were opening the cabinet that was filled with bowls and plates. 

“Whatcha makin’, Hot Stuff?” Adam questioned, closing the fridge. 

You glanced at him confused before opting to reply, rather than questioning anything he called you. At least he wasn't calling you sinner scum. 

“Dinner.” You croaked in reply, using a pot holder to lift the lid off of the large pan where thinly sliced and seasoned steak was simmering in a homemade mushroom gravy. You then gestured to the pot of fluffy white rice next to the pan of cauliflower. (Again, it's one of my favorites — so delicious.)

“There's plenty for you and Lute to join us, if you'd like to.” You almost lost your voice by the end of the sentence, but the first man heard you. 

“Yeah, okay. . . It looks more edible than that shit in the freezer — whatever the fuck that is.”

You would've laughed if you knew you wouldn't have landed yourself in a coughing fit. So you settled for a smile as you plated up the food. 

“It looks disgusting.” Lute sneered from the doorway. 

Immediately, your smile dropped and your fork clattered onto the wooden table. “Then don't eat it.” You snapped, taking your seat as Sir Pentious slithered into the kitchen. 

“This shit looks good as fuck, Danger Tits.” Adam shoved a fork full of steak in his mouth and released a downright sinful moan. “You're missin’ out.”

Sir Pentious nodded in agreement, eating what was on his plate relatively quickly. You appreciated Adam and Pentious trying to make things better, even if Adam was using his own way to make it seem so. . .

But you were slowly losing your patience, which became evident by the way you verbally snapped.

Lute didn't speak to you — or rather speak down to you for a few days, but she lingered while Adam got to know you better. . . She seemed rather put off with how things were going. 

Like how when you couldn't reach something, completely uncomfortable with using your new wings, Adam would grab it without stopping whatever conversation was going on. 

Or when he'd offer to make dinner (or buy dinner for everyone) just so you could have a break. 

Or even now when you were draping your towel over a chair on the back deck, prior to your swim in the lake, and he happened to be out there in the sun. You heard him mention something about you being ‘hot as fuck’ in your swimsuit, but you mostly ignored him, aside from a light blush dusting your cheeks. 

From him, she learned your favorite color, your favorite animal, your favorite everything, basically. . . And when your eyes found Lute, she was glaring at Adam, not you, for once. 

Rather than questioning it, you accepted it and found your way into the lake where eventually, they both joined you at a distance. You felt oddly alone, since Sir Pentious had decided to stay in — he still wasn't feeling the best, so you urged him to rest, claiming you'd be fine. 

Lute seemed to be attempting to drown Adam and he took it in a playful way, yelling and laughing loudly while she splashed him and jumped on top of him — something that seemed out of character for her. 

Though they both soon went underwater and just as you decided you were ready to go in, you were pulled under and came face to face with Lute. Your eyes widened as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. 

She wasn't glaring at you. . . There was no animosity behind her gaze, her hands locked onto your arms. She smirked after what felt like an eternity and pulled you back up to the surface with her. 

“Stay away from her, Adam.” Lute practically growled, holding you close. 

This was odd. It felt so wrong, but it felt so right having her arms wrapped around your waist. She hadn't touched you until then, so you weren't sure what to make of the situation.

“So you finally —”

“Shut up!”

Adam only smirked and shot out of the water, going to dry off on the deck. 

“I suppose we need to talk?” You questioned softly. 

Lute nodded and released her hold on you so that the two of you could reach the deck once more. 

You sat in the chair that Adam had previously occupied and she turned one to face you, taking a seat there. She stayed silent for a few minutes, watching you dry your hair and wrap your towel around your shoulders. 

Lute then took another moment to admire the way the late morning light caught on your face, before she spoke. 

“I was wrong about you. . . There's sinners who don't deserve good things and then there's you. . . I — you. . . You've proven yourself and. . . I'm sorry for how things have been since I showed up.”

You smiled at the apology, finally looking into her golden eyes. “You're forgiven. . . But if I might ask. . . Why did you hate me so much?” 

She became nervous, you could see it. 

“I thought you might be as bad as the regular sinners — I know what you did when you were alive and I know that's why you went to Hell. . . But these last few weeks showed me why you wound up here.” Something akin to adoration laced her tone and you blushed under her gaze. 

It was such a quick change. . . But it seemed like a good one. It seemed like common knowledge that she wasn't the greatest at expressing emotions, having been so deep in her work for the longest time.

Before you could open your mouth to reply, your heart bursted as a new sensation graced you — Lute's lips on yours. You felt your heartbeat quicken once again and your face heated up violently. 

She pulled away a moment later, stuttering out an apology. 

“I shouldn't have — hmph!” 

You immediately shut her up with another quick kiss before leaving a sweet peck on her cheek once you had removed your lips from hers. “I didn't mind. . . If this has the chance of becoming something, I want there to be communication. . . If you're okay with that. . ?”

“That's fine. . . [Y/N]?”

“Hmm?”

“We forgive you. . . I forgive you.”

You grinned and stood from your seat, reaching your hand out for Lute. “Wonderful. . . How about some lunch?” 

She snorted and shook her head, but still stood and took your hand, allowing you to guide her into the lake house for lunch. 

She sat beside you while everyone ate, shutting Adam down the moment he looked like he was going to open his mouth and say something stupid — which was often. 

You were happy and hopeful. Maybe this could grow into something beautiful. . . Maybe this could be your forever relationship. 

Just maybe. 

Additional A/N — if anyone wants the Fem!Redeemed!Sinner x Lute story to continue, requests are open! Give me ideas!

this so gojo coded

Can you do Ellie with a mommy kink and she was being a brat and the reader puts Ellie in her place by making her wear a vibe out in public and makes Ellie cum quietly after she made her beg for it

what did you expect?

ೃ⁀➷ sub ellie williams x dom reader

ೃ⁀➷ word count 1.7k+ (sorry 😫)

ೃ⁀➷ summary: i feel like this would be the vibrator that reader chose for ellie, for the full experience ofcourse ;) ((whore for this ellie))

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: NOT BETA READ, exhibtionism, ellie williams is a loser sub in this (don’t like that, don’t read), overstimulation, public humiliation (maybe, idk, still tho..), fluff in the end, reader is an implied sugar mommy in this. (i didn’t go into a lot of detail about reader so r! can be femme or masc or wtv!!!)

ೃ⁀➷ 🍉🍉🍉!!!!!! (from the river to the sea)

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ellie willams was acting like a brat.

you knew she wasn’t a brat. but she was acting like one.

you had just returned from a work trip, and ever since you came back, she had been acting like a brat.

she reminded you of your childhood cat who used to get salty whenever you left with your family for vacations.

but your childhood cat couldn’t talk back. couldn’t push your buttons like ellie did.

so you decided she needed punishment, and a little bit of assurance that you weren’t going to leave her.

so on friday, you sent her a text while you worked.

[you]: we need to talk, i am taking you to dinner tonight. wear something pretty.

[ells]: fine

[you]: i left you a surprise on your desk, wear it.

she left you on read.

you smiled, more fuel for the punishment you were going to make her endure.

[you]: pick you up at eight sharp.

· • —– ٠ ✩ ٠ —– • ·

7:30

ellie stared at the fancy box.

she had no clue what it could contain. it was big.

as soon as she opened it, her thighs clenched.

you were scheming, and she loved it.

it was a weird dildo vibrator. it was shaped like a curvy L,

she could hear her blood rush in her ears.

she tried to turn it on but wasn’t able to find the power button.

her thighs clenched in response. she unbuttoned the nice pants she had worn for the occasion and slipped them down her hips along with her underwear.

sliding her fingers into her wet core, she circled her clit softly. she pulsed with desire and anticipation.

she was drenched.

she had gone so long feeling sorry for herself, you had left for a week and had barely replied to her. sliding in the thick dildo into her drenched pussy was a welcome feeling. the vibrator sat snugly against her clit. it had slight bumps that rubbed against her deliciously.

she knew she couldn’t get off. she had worked on her appearance and did not want to ruin it. ellie also did not want to ruin the anticipation.

she sat on the sofa waiting for eight to arrive.

the intrusion on her pussy and the pressure against her clit made her shift her hips and pant.

by the time her phone rang, she had worked herself into a flush.

she could feel the wetness everywhere.

she stumbled out of your penthouse apartment, down the elevator and into the car.

you were driving, weird. you always had someone else drive, someone from the company you worked for.

you had a very high position, which allowed you to spoil ellie rotten.

and you would usually go into the back of the car with her, motion for the privacy screen, and just…

but not today.

today you gave her a tight-lipped smile.

it made her nervous.

the car ride to the restaurant was quiet, she was too frustrated to notice though. she couldn’t concentrate, so she kept rubbing herself on the sex toy. shifting her hips, trying to alleviate the pressure.

“stay still ellie, or this is going to get difficult.”

she had barely noticed you park, barely noticed the valet opened the door.

she stumbled out, her legs unstable. she felt your warm arms hold her up.

you were dressed to kill. your hair was done, and your clothes were tight on your body. she panted.

your smile was evil. “oh, are you feeling alright? do you want to go back” you said loudly enough for the people around to hear as you walked into the fancy restaurant.

“im fi-fine…” she mumbled.

she clutched your arm as she beheld the full restaurant. filled with fancy people.

she didn’t belong here. less with a plastic dildo stuffed in her cunt.

but you did not seem fazed, supporting her as the waiter led you to your table, right by the window, it had a beautiful view of the river. but she could hardly appreciate it.

you pulled out a chair for her, and she clenched her jaw as she sat down, the position making her pussy pressed against the textured toy.

the waiter handed both of you the menus before leaving.

you started talking about wine, but ellie got nervous.

she wasn’t dumb, she knew it was remote-controlled, she shivered with nerves. she could barely look at you, but your eyes were focused on her face

were you going to turn it on in public?

she did not have to wait long. the waiter came back to take the order. you ordered as usual.

“ellie, love, do you want anything else?”

she swallowed saliva, inhaled, and opened her mouth to speak “no than-“

her knees banged the table.

she had not been prepared, she had been expecting it, not at the moment she opened her mouth to speak. she forced a cough, suppressed a whine.

“oh sweetie, are you sure you feel alright? look at you, you’re flushed!” you were mocking her. she raised her eyes to meet yours. you looked pleased. “that will be all thank you.” you politely smiled at the waiter, dismissing him.

it had been about an hour since she slid the toy into her pussy. she was strung tight, and she desperately needed a release. the soft vibration and the constant stimulation without pausing, or without payoff was making her teeth chatter.

you tried to make small talk while waiting for food.

she slid her hands under her thighs, sitting on them to hide their visible shake. her eyes were trained on the table setting. she could feel wetness drench her panties. she bucked her hips as subtly, as discreetly as she could. chasing the pleasure. the slow drag of stimulation on her sensitive clit sent jolts of lightning through her. she bit her lip. she she looked up at you.

your chin rested on your palm, fingers drumming against your cheek. you were looking at her with a look of adoration. she missed it.

“mommy…” she whimpered. she was so gone, barely conscious of the freuidan slip, of the word leaving her mouth.

she could count on one hand the number of times she had called you that. but she had been missing you since you had left for that work trip. and even though you had come back physically, she still missed your comfort.

the food arrived, and she was not even close to coming, but she was close to crying.

her hands shook as she did her best to eat.

she barely registered the taste. if it was good or not. she swallowed as her body begged her for release.

her thighs spasmed softly.

it had been ages of constant stimulation. she could tell the vibration was at the lowest level. but it was still frustrating.

“ellie, i am so sorry if i made you feel unwanted while i was away, there is no excuse for me ignoring you. i was busy, but i should have made time for you. i really love you ellie, but i am hurt you did not feel comfortable enough with me to tell me what had been bothering you and took it out on me with hurtful words. i can honestly not let it slide, it was disrespectful, and you need some negative reinforcement.” your voice was soft, only for her ears. you slid a hand under the table.

her limbs locked in anticipation, she could not hold back a soft whine at the increased stimulation.

her whole body shook in desperation. “please, i’ll do any- anything… i’m so so- sorry mommy. i j- just missed you!” her voice was barely above a whisper. but she could tell you had heard.

“okay, i think that is enough suffering for tonight.” your voice was soft with understanding. “clench your teeth. take a deep breath baby- yes that’s it. another. prepare yourself to keep quiet.”

ellie hid her face in her hands in anticipation. her body jerked harshly as the intensity rose enough to bring her to the edge. her teeth tore the surface of her lip.

this time, he whole body shook in earnest. as sudden as the intense vibrations arrived, they left. and she was left jerking her hips against the toy to ride out the aftershocks.

“oh baby, i am so sorry, i did not know it was that bad.” your voice was loud. you got your wallet and pulled out three crisp hundred dollar bills. more than enough to cover the food and wine, placing it on the table. you got out of your chair and moved to her side. you slid your arm along her waist and hoisted her up.

she knew she was almost deadweight, but she did her best to move her legs. she sniffled an mumbled gibberish apologies as you made your way to the valet.

she tried her best to fight off sleep on the car ride home.

she did not fight off the urge to lean on you during the elevator ride up. you murmured praise and sweet words the whole time.

you helped her off her clothes. helped her wash her face, her teeth. all the while, she had the toy stuffed in her sensitive pussy.

you led her to bed. she wore nothing but the panties and the rubber dildo. you had not changed out of your fancy clothes.

she laid on her back. whining and twisting her body as you slid her panties down her freckled thighs.

her legs were spread open, and you rested your cheek on her soft and warm thigh. her upper inner thighs were slick.

you pulled out the sopping wet toy and enjoyed her soft whines as you replaced it with your mouth.

you wrapped your fingers around her hips. her skin was soft and warm.

you lapped at her until her thighs were violently spasming, you stopped when she yanked at your hair, pulling you up.

she was sniffling and sighing in contentment. she looked through heavy eyes as you removed your clothes, undid your hair, and got in bed with her. tangling your limbs with hers.

she groaned in pleasure when your nails scraped her scalp. she felt herself drifting onto unconscious.

didn’t even make sense of her words. “missed you mommy, so much…”

and you swore to yourself, you would never be the cause of her insecurity again. never do anything for her to doubt that she was loved by you.

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