I wanna give ymir the best head she’s had in her life
Warnings: oral, innocence kink, implication of virginity, mentions of alcohol
So do I:((( and I want it to be our first time too:(( maybe on the way back from a gay bar where you two were watching a comedy act and drinking beers and cocktails and having so so much fun that neither of you wanted it to end:(( with ymir in her skinny black jeans, shirt paired with gold chains and a pretty lacy bra that catches your eye every so often and you in the prettiest outfit you own because you wanna impress ymir:(( wanna be the prettiest partner by her side that everyone envies:(( she’s told you that you’re pretty all night long, whispering it in your ear, declaring it to the bar tender, asking it to her friends and glaring until they agreed:((( and she’s callin you pretty now, the prettiest baby she’s ever had,
“Look at you, doin’ so well for me,” you’re between her thighs, chin shiny and dripping, cheeks kinda sticky and jaw low-key aching but ymir is trembling all around you with every learned flick of your tongue.
“F-uck baby, eating me so good, you sure you never done this before?” Shaking your head, you close your eyes and moan at the taste of her flooding your mouth, warm and sticky and so so good.
You figured out that she likes to be sucked along time ago; her neck, her fingers, her strap….so it only makes sense that you catch on to her labia and suckle and pull gently before latching on to her clit and hollowing your cheeks.
“Hah! Right,, there don’t fuckin stop! Oh fuck!” She’s halfway to howling, hand pushing on the top of your head to drag you closer and the other is shoved under her top, pinching and fisting her breast with every undulation of her hips. She’s using you, grinding against your face and causing your hold on her clit to fall but it’s okay, she’s got her pelvis angled just right so you can curl your tongue all up inside her - no real rhythm or pattern cause it’s your first time:(((( but she cums nevertheless, all staticky and jolting in her belly, clenching so hard over your wriggling, twisting tongue that you huff and grunt, and that sends her even further over the edge.
Thighs quaking, chest heaving and hardly able to utter a dirty little word at you, she’s in awe at her pretty little baby knelt between her legs all for eyed and innocent, wondering how you got her to cum so hard and from what?? Sitting there, moaning when she did, squeezing her thighs with shaking fingers and having this false confidence about you when really, you’re just a sweet little sunshine who’s never sucked a clit in their life?
“I call shit, that wasn’t your first time,” ymir gasps out, feeling you trace tiny little kisses over her mons and nuzzling into the neat thatch of hair there.
“Was too, I promise,” you mutter, eyeing her bashfully, “can I try again? I wanna get really good!”
“You don’t need that much practise baby, at all, trust me,”
Hnn Childe taking your virginity.. your thighs trembling from two previous orgasms as he finally pulls out his hard and throbbing cock.. and it’s just..
So big, so intimidating, so much larger and longer than his fingers.
Your breath catches in your throat.
A deep chuckle would reverberate in his chest, proud yet malicious smile upon his lips as he cooed,
“It’s big, huh?”
The cocky bastard,
“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make it fit. ‘Mmkay~?”
And man.. when it’s finally snug in your clenching pussy, pressing up against everything inside of you.. so overwhelming.
The pain melted into tummy aching pleasure in no time, grinding himself into you turned into shallow thrusts, which then turned into him gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles turned white as he slammed his hips into yours at a mind numbingly brutal pace.
Your legs were thrown over his shoulders so he could fuck you deeper, drooling tip nearly kissing your cervix.
So gooey and warm.
You felt so full.. so complete.
He can’t keep his eyes off the way he penetrates your addicting cunt, a creamy ring forming around the base of his dick. Wet slaps echoing in the room as the headboard banged against the poor hotels wall.
“Look at that, hmm..” He grunted out.
Gripping your chin with his free hand, he pointed your head down, making you watch the way he fucked you,
“Look how much of a mess your making~ Archons, you look so good stretched around my cock babe..”
Your own juices slid down your ass and his thighs. Your face got impossibly more heated as you watched him, embarrassment burning your skin, eyebrows furrowing as you mewled and cried — a sight so erotic he might just cum.
So sweet and innocent, his adorable little baby.
Don’t look away. I want you to see yourself cum on my cock, okay?”
➽ fundie!ayato x indoctrinated!reader
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➽ religious fundamentalism; bible verses, sacreligious undertones, abuse justified by religion, mindbreak and brainwashing, indoctrination, the whole cocktail, virgin!reader, afab!reader, forced tradfem roles, slight choking, rough sex, corruption, breeding, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, free use, floor licking, humiliation and degradation, corporal punishment (bamboo stick), spanking, somnophilia, gaslighting and general manipulation.
・❥・ I tried to keep the reader's gender as neutral as possible but we all know fundamentalists like their gender roles, so the reader is still defined as being born a woman. this piece touches on a lot of beliefs of the subservient wife according to religions such as mormons, so you are warned here and are to accept you are exposing yourself to this content once you click on the read more.
・❥・ this is just madness at this point, please enjoy the fact I finally cited actual bible verses in one of my works.
"A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. But women will be saved through childbearing — if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety." - 1 Timothy 2:11-15
From childhood, you were brought up to always respect the authority of the Archons, who watched over the Inazuma region and gifted your people with a wonderful and luscious experience, always properly observing the holidays and celebrations, and making sure to punctually present your offerings in the times of worship.
Having been born a female, you knew you could not bear the blessing of a vision with your frail and sinful will and duly followed your father’s teachings to learn the ways of the housewife so as not to disappoint the will of the gods. Whilst your brothers trained relentlessly in their adolescence, you were to stay at home and assist your mother in the kitchen, perfecting her recipes, following in her steps patching up their training clothes whenever they got tarnished during missions and learning how to keep a perfect household running steady.
The only escape you were granted was dreaming of the moment your parents would present you with your future husband, the faceless figure you were indoctrinated to long for since old enough to comprehend your life wasn’t just yours, your existence was part of the bigger design drawn out by the Archon themselves, and to reject it would be to repute not only your entire being, but so the faith your family and clan were built upon, and such disgrace could simply not be an option, as the dishonour and disgrace you would curse yourself and your people would be immeasurable, so you chose to keep your head low and be keen, always keeping sweet, yearning for the day your prince would finally come to sweep you off your feet and take you away to make you his wife.
That day finally came a couple of years after your coming of age, during the spring celebrations, your clan had decided to host that year’s festival, lavishly decorating the entire compound to live up to the past festivities, full of colourful lanterns, lavish food stands littering the streets, wonderful activities for the guests at every corner and most important of all, the entire complex’s flora in full bloom. Amongst the falling petals of magnolia is where your father presented you to your future betrothed, a tall light blue haired man named Ayato Kamisato, his presence akin to a demigod, standing tall amongst the numerous personnel members accompanying him, he bowed in such a regal manner and held your hand with such gentleness before he whisked you away to accompany you through the festival, you couldn’t be more thankful for your father’s choice.
And whilst he stepped away from you to gather some food to eat while you finally got to know each other since, in his words — a proper lady should not take part in such trivial matters like money — you looked up at the night sky thanking the Archons for they had truly blessed you with such a godly husband.
The wedding preparations had been such a stressful endeavour for you, especially after discovering you were not marrying just a man, you were set to marry the head of the renowned Kamisato clan, this single information had been enough to send you spiralling into an endless pit of overthinking, questioning if you even were worthy enough to look upon such glorious and decorated man, doubting yourself if you were to ever be capable to fill the empty place at his side so many others, who you thought to be worthier than you, desperately longed for.
Now, not only did you have to fulfil your destiny to become a godly wife, but you also had to uphold the honour of your clan as a chosen representative in front of the notorious family, not a single step nor word was to go unplanned so as not to fall in disappointment to the Kamisato clan’s members scrutiny.
The weeks prior to the ceremony had both your body and mind as tight as a string, ready to whine out in frustration at any inconvenience or problem you were presented with, from the dress not fitting properly and having to perform the proper wedding ritual perfectly replicating even the position of your toes, to the choice of which flowers and decorations to use as the banquet’s centrepieces. But as thin as you were stretched you never snapped nor wavered, always upkeeping your soft spoken and gentle facade you were taught was proper, in a weird way almost reflecting the one of your future husbands, already unconsciously stepping up to the role of a proper consort with each day that passed.
The most worrisome inquiry though, remained the first night together, having been brought up on the notion you were to save yourself and remain pure for your future husband, as he was the one the gods assigned to educate you and guide you in your marriage, you had to remain so ignorant of the subject as not to taint your mind. Funnily enough, you weren’t even aware of the anatomical differences men and women were born with, even though you were brought up around your numerous brothers.
So much so that that night, when Ayato bared himself to you, after having thoroughly enjoyed unclothing you of the pure white cloth you were dressed with earlier in the morning, and having explored and marked your body with his mouth as to claim it as his for eternity to come, you were shocked to see his virility in all its glory.
You were left so speechless and devoid of any thought he took it upon himself to guide you, opening you up with his slender fingers, closely examining every change of expression you would go through, your thanks and pleas for more of this foreign feeling only helping in arousing him more.
But his gaze held darker thoughts behind the apparently enamoured facade.
Such a pure little thing, so beautiful, graceful, and most important of all, untouched. So sheltered and primed for him to corrupt and take apart, only for him to put back together with the way he ought to be more suitable to his tastes. He couldn’t wait much longer as he watched you writhe underneath his ministration, he knew he should have prepared your virgin cunt with better care so as to not make it hurt, but he was also sure you wouldn't have cared either way or better you couldn’t. So ignorant of sex and its mechanism he could manhandle you as he pleased, mistreat you and trick you into following his lead because your husband knew best, and you were to trust him and his every word, as that was the faith you were indoctrinated with.
Ayato had obtained many things in his life, his swordsmanship, his honour, the leadership of his clan and even the control of the Shuumatsuban, but all paled in comparison to claiming you, his cock sitting snugly inside you, slamming against your cervix with how brutally he was fucking you, your thighs clamped around his sharp hips, and one of his hands was free to roam and trace the bruises and teeth imprints he left with his mouth, whilst the other slowly wrapped around your throat, holding you right against the mattress perfectly still so he could watch your eyes roll back into your head as he finally let himself succumb to pleasure before passing out.
Every morning you would wake up in the Kamisato estate, you would thank the archons for looking down upon you and securing you with such a prosperous opportunity, before getting out of bed and allowing the maids to take over to aid you in getting ready for the long day ahead of you. The first thing on your list was to cook a fulfilling breakfast for your husband, even though his staff was plenty equipped to do so on their own, you couldn’t let your talents go to waste and so you settled for overseeing the cooking staff and guiding them into following your husband’s wishes for the day’s meals he communicated to you the night before.
After helping him dress and get ready for the day you would bid him goodbye at the door like a proper wife would as he’d leave the household to tend to his duties as clan leader, leaving you to arrange the homely duties, such as staff shifts, organising events for the fellow clan’s members, basically just busying yourself with all possible tasks related to the household or social norms whilst waiting for your beloved to come home.
It was not uncommon or out of place to talk about children as a married couple, especially if you considered it was part of Ayato’s duty as the clan leader to conceive a male heir, to continue the bloodline, but after the first night as a married couple your husband had started to demand for you to let him breed you regularly as to ensure an offspring as soon as possible, which you didn’t quite understand the purpose of, considering you thought that only one time would have been enough according to your threadbare knowledge of basic biology, but he’s your husband, after all, he knows best.
You’d be a bad wife if you questioned him.
So you always happily obliged, flipping up your skirts and bending over the dresser every morning to let him cum inside you, always making sure to thank him for gifting you his seed to impregnate you, before picking up your discarded underwear and making sure it fit snug enough around your entrance as not to waste any of your husband’s precious gift.
You had learned that if you managed not to spill any down your thighs during the day he would reward you by giving you a subsequent second round of breeding, many times have you ride him right at the dinner table as a form of personalised dessert as he liked to call it, uncaring of the many eyes observing you from the walls of the grand dining room, all the while praising you for being such a good subservient wife for him, his precious blessing gifted to him by the Archons.
However, if you didn’t, he would ensure to remind you that wasting such a precious thing like the Kamisato’s seed had consequences, making sure to have you personally clean any spillage by licking it up yourself from the floor under his supervision, and with each misspent drop, you could be sure to anticipate at least five strikes of his trusted bamboo stick he liked to keep in his office, sitting right before the outer edge of his desk, always ready for him to be put to use as he saw fit, to keep all of the people the gods had put below him in check.
Your parents and elders had indoctrinated you with the belief that your husband was to be considered as holy as the god themselves, anything he chose for you was for your own good as he knew better since he was born a man, made in the image of the gods themselves, and so above you. Everything he did was for the greater good, he knew how to decipher the design the gods had in plan for both of you and nothing would stray him from fulfilling the glory you two were destined to obtain.
Hence why, when you awoke for the first time from a foreign pulsing sensation, somewhat panicking at the unusual weight you were feeling constrained under, only to realise your husband had decided, unbeknownst to you, to use your sleeping body to satisfy his burning desire, you simply let him.
You didn’t object nor even so moved a single finger, happy to lay there and let him use you as he saw fit, after all that’s what you were taught. Always be a good wife, lenient and pliant for your husband, you are just a tool for him to reach his true godly glory in the eternal life, after all, you are there to aid him into leaving a legacy for the future to witness and as such you should always be ready for him, conscient or not.
And as you laid there, balancing on the edge between sleep and awake, you listened to him talking down onto you, how you laying there oh so peacefully had tempted him, that your body being sprawled in such provoking position had caused him to have sinful thoughts and because of them he needed to punish you by using you and could cleanse himself of his sin if and only he managed to finish inside of you. All the while battering your insides, uncaring of any discomfort you might have to face in the following morning, his gaze zeroed in on your soft features, never stopping the venom spilling from his mouth.
But like any good and righteous wife would, you apologised to him, apologised for your sins with half asleep mumbles you barely managed to conjure up from your slumber plagued throat, croaking feeble asks for his forgiveness, to please not hate how his wife could not restrain her sinful temperament as it was your original sin and cross to bear in existence when the gods created you to be born as a woman, that you would do anything and everything to help him cleanse his being, starting from letting him use your body to expel this deplorable affliction, with each and any hole he decided to use to rid himself of his disgraceful lust.
There were many things you still didn’t quite understand about your marriage, considering the only example of a relationship you ever witnessed up close was the one between your parents, but you thought each clan had to have their own traditions, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself every time your faith even threatened to waver in front of your husband’s actions.
You wondered if your mother had to go through the same treatments as you as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror tracing the marks Ayato would leave behind on your innocent body early in the morning, in those brief moments before he woke up, the only window of time you had to think of yourself before quickly hiding the bruises underneath layers of eccentric fabrics, along with those shameful thoughts, and scurrying off to the kitchen to see if his breakfast was ready to be served.
You pondered on why exactly your beloved husband would feel the need to punish you so cruelly before the bout of doubtful thoughts got shattered by the sharp impact of the bamboo against the flesh of your ass, quickly washing away any considerations and substituting them with meek and genuine apologies for the inexcusable behaviour you were guilty of, knowing it was your place to submit and obey to your husband, and the consequences of not adhering to said conditions were to be felt and earned on your bare skin.
You constantly asked yourself was truly what the gods meant for you, every time he would choose to bend you over and empty his balls inside you, at the most random moments of the day, in any setting private enough for him to do so, uncaring if the mansion’s servants were present or not, if this was truly your greatest calling, if because of how you were born you couldn't have had any higher inspiration in life than to bear your husband’s descendants, if being used akin to a breeding cattle was your one and only purpose.
But you never voiced these complaints, always remembering the mantra that had been ingrained into your brain since you were born, you were to keep sweet and so you did. Always remaining perfectly pliant, bending and jumping over backwards to carry out each of your husband’s requests, and making sure you would deliver in the most godful way.
After all, you were born into this world just a mere woman, your private doubts were of course the seed of sin that had been planted in you by the evil polluting this world, tainting your form and impeding you from achieving the greater good and that’s what made you unworthy of being above your husband. The meddlesome hesitancy that underlined your very being was to be ignored and shoved down like a bitter pill to swallow, you were born a sinful being in your essence, tainted at birth by this cruel world, unlike your husband, who was born godly and blessed.
Who were you to go against his teachings and beliefs but a mere flawed being.
And so you didn’t. You made sure to be soft-spoken and kind mannered and kept sweet, always prim and proper for Ayato to use as he pleased, keeping your head down and never making a peep unless authorised to do so. Submitting fully to his, and by the default, the Archons’ higher design.
"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything." - Ephesians 5:22-24
PLUUUVIII im such…..a big dick Trey truther. also i was thinking about how he’s SOOOOOO the childhood friend type you promise to lose your virginity to?? tell me all ur thoughts beloved <33
Ur SO correct abt Trey and his fat cock tbh and it’s so tragic bc he doesn’t even use it that much :( genuinely prefers using his mouth and hands more. V meticulous abt prep and also aftercare again he just wants to Treat You Right. And feed u cake :( probably after carrying you to the bath he ran and is letting u soak in :(
Anyway pls a virginity pact kinda thing is EXACTLY what I’m thinking abt with him,,,,,,,,,,, just like. You’re a year or two younger than him but your parents run a little deli across the street from his family’s bakery and your little siblings r the same age as his so ur families r super close and the two of you r kinda pushed together as the only two of about the same age. And it’s good! Trey is a good friend; a bit overprotective, a bit overeager to slot himself a bit too nicely into the big brother role, but you don’t particularly mind it. Admittedly you cling to him in your high school years, giddy to have an upperclassman so willing to have you under his wing.
You drift apart when he goes off to Night Raven. It’s not on purpose—in fact you try otherwise, with the infrequent text and occasional video chat to keep up—but really, NRC is rigorous, and you’re busy with your own studies. By unfortunate happenstance you miss each other on breaks and soon enough five years have gone by when you see him again at his mother’s birthday.
He looks good. He’s filled out in the shoulders and chest, grown just a bit. You watch him throw one of his teenage brothers over his shoulder and pretend it’s the wine you’ve been sipping on that makes your face feel hot. And he’s attentive to you, clearly having missed you as much as you did him. As the night goes on and other guests slowly dissipate, he lingers longer and longer at your side. Eventually he deems the party small enough to disappear with you, ducking out the window of his childhood bedroom (which seems so much smaller now, with how bulky he’s become) to the roof you both spent countless summer nights on.
You share a bottle of wine together there, taking alternating swigs directly out of it. Half a decade is quite some time to catch up on—you find yourself inching closer and closer until he has your legs over his and you’re practically curled in his lap, warmth emanating from your chest as you giggle with him.
It’s when you lament about your love life, however, that he leans close. He listens to you bitch about all the failed dates you’ve been on and your string of shitty college boyfriends, and nods sympathetically until you sigh………
And then asks if you remembered your promise. It’s joking, said with a laugh—but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It takes you a second to realize what he’s saying but when you do you reach out to smack his shoulder with a laugh of your own, because no way is he being serious.
(If he were serious he should have spoken up sooner, you mutter in a drunken fit of honesty. You’d have happily given Trey your virginity over your two-pump-chump of a first boyfriend who ended up doing it. He hadn’t managed to make you cum in the entire year and a half of dating you)
Trey stiffens. His head tilts. Did any of them? he asks. Make you cum? he adds when you ask him to clarify, and to your chagrin you realize the answer is a resounding no.
Then, he says smugly, reaching out to brush fingers softly against your arm, he thinks you can still fulfill that promise. If you’d like.
