Summary: When training means you find a hidden weakness
Warnings: Hints at stuff but nothing... (maybe later teehee)
Words: 757
âGot you.â Y/n panted the words out with the knife only centimeters away from his throat. You watched him slow his breathing as he pushed his chin up higher, doing anything he could to keep the knife away from him. You turned ur knife around in ur hand so the dull side was facing him. He was too busy looking up to notice the transition, all he felt was the cold metal on his throat as he tried to keep his demeanor. âWhat? No snarky come back?â You chuckled lightly, you had never seen him like this, out of breath, out of words, defeated. He could easily keep fighting you but he strangely stopped. You finally dropped your knife leaving it at your side, as you watched him lose his composure, immediately dropping to his knees as he let his head fall in front of him, he is in a perfect position to apologize though he has nothing to apologize for. He stays there for a few more seconds to catch his breath. âSit upâ you surprised yourself with how demanding you sounded. Usually, you were never the one in charge or someone who gave orders. This new feeling made you feel confident and you loved it, you adored the power you had over him now.
Instinctively he sat up, he looked at you trying to regain the upper hand that he lost. âYou know-â âI didnât ask you to speakâ You cut him off not wanting to hear what he was about to say, knowing that it most likely would be to try to push your buttons. Maybe, it was time for a change, maybe you needed to remind him who was truly in charge of the relationship. He quickly closed his mouth fixed his posture and looked directly at you with pleading eyes. You now stood in front of him leaning down towards him with your hips. You were going to have fun with this. âNow look at you, seated so perfectly for me. I didnât know I could bring a God to his knees so easily.â His eyes widen with your words. You stood back up as you watched him struggle to find a response. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly stopped when he saw you flipping the knife in your hand. You raised your eyebrow âGood boy, listen so well.â You pushed his hair back and watched him close his eyes in the bliss of the moment. âNow will you, be a good boy and wait for me in our room?â You questioned him with authority in your voice. He slowly got up and started to hover over you. You could feel your heart quicken as he started to put a hand on your cheek. Quickly you regained your thoughts and grabbed his wrist âThat was an order, not a question.â You pulled him down and you heard a small airy whine fall from his lips. âAnd I would hate to have to repeat myself.â You could almost see his mind slip into a state of submission as he only nodded and left the training room.
You watched him calmly leave the room, as soon as he left you cleaned up the training room. You needed time to think of your next steps, you wondered what he looked like when you stepped into the room, would he try to regain confidence? You were excited, a little nervous as this is not the normal dynamic between the two of you but it was thrilling. Once you made it to the door you took a breath, bracing for whatever it was that you would be walking into. You pulled your shoulders back and opened the door, closing it behind you. He sat there on the edge of the bed, sat up straight with his hands interlocked on his lap, he watched you intently. You walked in front of him, the knife still comfortably in your hand, âYou truly are a sight for sore eyes.â you praised him as you let your other hand brush his hair back. He closes his eyes as he leans into your touch. You start to kiss his other cheek, you can hear his slow breaths as he enjoys this moment. He slowly moves his hands to your waist, you back up away from him just before he is able to touch you. âPlease,â He looked at you with pleading eyes, he picked himself up standing in front of you now with much darker eyes, âYou donât have-â
Y/N: *deep in thought* God sheâs so pretty, sheâs literally everything I want, I want her in every way sheâs so stunning. I mean look at her in that outfit it just-
Kate: Are you even listening right now? Iâve been explaining this mission for 3 minutes now, has anything registered in that pretty head of yours?
Y/N: You think Iâm pretty??
Kate: SO WERE GONNA START FROM THE TOP
Y/N: Oh, weâre gonna start with you? I can do that đ
a/n: I made a very very smutty story and I don't know who to rewrite it with, or if I even want to rewrite it but I need it to be somewhere else than my notes app so enjoy? feel free to use? Also it is very uneditedÂ
You walk in quietly without her noticing as sheâs occupied watching the t.v. You walk up behind her quickly to grab her throat and cover her mouth, she gasps but your hand muffled her scared scream. âHi princessâ you whisper in her ear as you drop the hand from her mouth bringing it to the back of her head. âWelcome homeâ she whispers softly still surprised âThatâs not a proper way to greet me missyâ you state sternly pulling her hair aggressively and earning a moan âwelcome home daddy,â she says while looking at you with innocent eyes. You pick her up by her hair forcing her to look back at you âbed, nowâ she whimpers as she hurriedly runs to the room. You start to unbutton your shirt as you walk in slowly climbing onto her. You kiss her and deepen the kiss as she pulls you down as tongues fight. You flip eachother over and she slowly starts to grind on top of you softly moaning in your mouth, you grab her waist controlling her movements as she unbuttons your shirt the rest of the way and undoes your pants. You pull her hair earning a gasping moan pushing you off her and both of you quickly undress as if the world was about to end. You hold her hands above her head and tie them up, she grumbles âno complaining, I do not want to hear it from youâ she rolls her eyes at you âyou suckâ she growls at you with frustration. You forcefully enter her as she whimpers and moans from the sudden contact âI donât hear you complaining now, pathetic slutâ You refuse to give in, to give her what she desperately needs âdaddy please moveâ you attack her neck as she continues to beg for movement leaving heavy marks âdaddy ugmph pleaseâ she starts to grind against you but you quickly put your hand on her hip to stop her, âI didnât tell you to moveâ you say deeply only to have her whimper âdaddy please I need youâ you smile darkly, âwhat was that you pathetic whore? I canât hear youâ she quietly moans at your words âdaddy please!!â She looks at you with lust in her eyes âbeg if you want itâ she gasps and growls at you, frustrated you are making her beg.âdaddy please use me I need you please daddy donât stop I want you so desperatelyâ you caress her face âwhat a good cum slut begging for her master to ruin her. is that what you wantâ âYes sir, please ruin meâ You aggressively pound into her, using her like the pathetic toy she is, with each thrust you gain a loud moan as she tries to pull her hands apart, you kiss her softly, never adjusting your pace. She can feel herself tighten around you âyou better not cum just yet weâre just getting started princessâ you whisper to her as she moans desperately scared of what is to come next. You lower her hands and exit her as you flip her over and raise her hips to your and slowly enter her this time, you press your chest to her back and whisper âcome on baby let loseâ as you start to pick up more speed and reach around her to play with her chest, soon you feel her tighten around you as she cums around your throbbing cock you soon after her, the room filled with moans. She lets out shaky breaths as her knees give out. You lay next to each other panting. âAgh daddy Iâm still tiedâ she struggles to say between breathes âwell you donât think weâre done here do you?â She gasps and turns even redder if that is even possible and looks at with scared yet excited eyes. You flash a hand sign that she immediately understands, although sore she kneels at the front of the bed, her hands still tied. She starts to lick the tip slightly giggling at your reactions before she takes you wholly. Sneakily she unties herself and starts to use her hands as well as her mouth. She picks up her speed suddenly stopping to tease you as she lathers you up with drool dripping down her face. You grab her head and forcefully make her take you all in âcome on you pathetic whore you know better than to do thatâ She gags yet moans, tears starting to form but you donât care, you keep using her like the sex doll she was made to be, a couple of more aggressive thrusts before you climax, forcing her to take it all. As you leave her she swallows the rest and licks you clean, you bring your hand to her face wiping off the cum dripping down then bringing it to her mouth where she gladly licks it off. Sheâs left whining and panting. âAww does the pathetic slut still want moreâ her eyes are hooded as she looks at you still desperate for more. She stays at her knees while you grab a robe to throw on. âDaddy please, moreâ she begs still not moving you lean down to her face and grab her chin, âbeggars canât be choosers now can they sweetheartâ you kiss her sweetly then leave, well knowing you arenât done but you canât help but love her desperation.
Reader has a hard time dealing with life, but there is one person who can make her feel safe
Warnings: Reader has an abusive mom who says nasty things in the beginningÂ
You cracked opened your window and locked it in place. Looking out at the night sky the stars shown brightly as you took a deep breath in. You continued to close your curtains, wanting to feel the cold air but not wanting to let strangers see you. As soon as you curled up in bed you couldn't help but feel the weight of the world on you. You started to hold yourself a little tighter as you started to remember vividly about the words your mother had shouted at you, and every sly comment she made at your looks.Â
âAre you stupid? No wonder you still rely on me to get everything done! You truly are incompetent.â She spat at you because you forgot to pay a ticket. You promised to get it done but juggling school, work, and a social life seemed to be harder than you imagined. You couldnât help but let everything run to your head. You had called her earlier in the week to update her on your life but it seemed she couldnât help but comment on everything. âHave you brushed your teeth? You must not have your teeth are yellow.â âI made you an appointment with your doctor to address your weight.â âNo, you never listen, you don't put things off you're just lazy.â Every insult was just repeating in your head as you started to sob quietly not wanting to wake up your roommates through the shallow walls in your shared apartment. You hid perfectly in your room as your tears started to fall from your face. You marked to yourself every phrase and word that caused you pain until all you could mutter to yourself was Ok.
There was a small tap at the window, you could barely hear it through your sniffling. You sat up as you looked at the window, unsure if you were imagining things, it wasnât until you heard the same knock again that you got up. You wiped your face with your shirt as you got closer to the window. You werenât sure what you were doing or why you were doing it but you sure as hell were doing something. You pulled back the curtain and were confronted with a familiar face.
âKate?â You called her name confused if you were heavily hallucinating or if it was truly her standing outside your window. She smiled awkwardly at you, âHey y/n is it a bad time?â She stepped closer to your window looking at the wooden dowel you put in the window to ensure it couldnât open wider than it already is. âNo! No. Itâs okay, come inside. What are you doing here? Why did you come over?â You opened the window wide enough for her to come through, offering her a hand to step through carefully before closing the window back up. âI just thought I should give you a visit, and im glad I did.â She  grabbed you in a bear hug, you could hear her heartbeat as your senses were overwhelmed with her scent. You couldnât help but hold her tightly as you began to sob into her. Your emotions were too much for you to handle, life was more difficult to manage than you thought. Kate started rocking back and forth while she combed her fingers through your hair. âItâs okay my love, I'm here for you. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll listen. You stood there with her for a while until you caught your breath again. She took your head in your hands as she looked at you. âI will always be here for you, no matter the problem, no matter the time, no matter the place.â She kissed your forehead as she picked you up. She sat down on the edge of the bed so you were sitting on her lap, your hands wrapped around her neck as you continued to stare at nothing, saying no words you let your thoughts slow down. You looked at her admiring her for everything she is. âDo you want to talk about it my love?â she looked at you softly with only love in her eyes. âIt was my mom, again. I forgot to pay that stupid parking ticket the school gave me for not paying for my parking fast enough, and then this whole week she just had to nit pick about everything! About every little thing about me she hates. It is so tiring. I am tired!.â You looked at her worried your mom might be right about what she says, maybe you do need to change. Kate angrily sighed, knowing just how bad your mom could be, âListen y/n, there is not one singular thing I would change about you. In my eyes you are absolutely stunning, everything you do amazes me. You are the definition of beauty. Donât listen to what your mother has to say because it doesnât matter what she thinks of you, the only opinion that matters is your own. I hope that one day you could see yourself the way that I see you, as someone who is strong, brave, smart, beautiful, stunning, amazing, and absolutely perfect in every way.â She kissed your forehead once more, before kissing your nose. She looked at you with love filling her eyes, âDonât listen to the negatives, what she has to say is not true, you are everything.â She kissed you gently as her arms pulled you closer.Â
This feeling, this feeling you only get with her, that she's actually honest in what she says. She is safety, she is home.Â
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