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can you write something abt baby trapping from a male perspective? like he doesn't want you to break up with him or is just generally possessive, so he tried to get you pregnant...
probably heavy on breeding, maybe stealthing or just other generally shitty things? i read your kimi fic and have been thinking abt this with him for a while 🤤
ᨳଓ . contains: dark themes, smut, somno, dub-con/con, baby trap, obsession, possessiveness, mentions of marking and consensual violent acts, breeding kink, p in v.
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it all started when some of the drivers began talking about you a lot, mentioning you in conversations they later had with Kimi, a habit that soon spread to the engineers and mechanics. Your name became a common topic among those close to him, and rather than bringing him joy or comfort, this made him paranoid.
the idea of you leaving him, wanting another driver, or someone famous you might meet in this world wasn't impossible. It wasn't crazy. At least, that’s what he believed; he began to obsessively analyze every interaction you had, checking your phone when you weren't looking and following you whenever you went out without him in the same city.
every thought that crossed his mind was driving him mad, yet he couldn't stop. He felt empty, dying whenever you left his side, convinced that each time might be the last you’d ever return to him.
this turned him obsessive and dangerously possessive, making him increasingly aggressive and primal. He left marks on your skin that were hard to hide: deep, blood-drawing bites; the imprint of his hands on your neck; bruises on your thighs; legs left trembling and sore for days; and a back sore and irritated for even longer. It was all calculated.
you can’t wear your lovely short dresses; instead, you have to stay bundled up and uncomfortable. People won’t get a good look at you, and if they do, they’ll see every single mark on your skin and know exactly which path leads back to safety.
yet, despite all his precautions and measures, something inside him remains unsettled, a dark premonition that finally erupts at one of the galas hosted by Mercedes. That’s where he sees you talking to a relative of Toto’s, a man who feels comfortable enough to touch your arm, laugh with you, and stand a little too close for your boyfriend’s liking.
the mere thought of another man believing you’re available, thinking he could tear you away from his side, turns him into a savage. Even so, he waits; he lets you use all your energy throughout the event, trying to stay as late as possible so you’ll be worn out, until the venue finally has to close and your eyelids begin to grow heavy with exhaustion.
Kimi took you home, just like any other day, coming inside with you and staying by your side as you went straight to your bedroom to strip off your dress, heels, and accessories. You’d removed your makeup in a rushed, careless way, the result of sheer exhaustion. Afterward, you stayed in just your underwear, sweating and desperate for rest.
you said goodnight with a kiss, thinking you were about to drift into a deep sleep until morning.
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the trouble started nearly two hours after you’d fallen asleep. Kimi was restless, his cock hard after a long while spent thinking and fantasizing. He gazed at your body, devouring with his eyes your breasts, almost fully exposed to him, and your pussy, covered only by your panties. It looked like a gift served up on a silver platter, one he couldn't afford to pass up.
that’s how he ended up between your legs; he gripped your thighs gently, seeing that your exhaustion meant nothing was likely to wake you.
when you finally open your eyes, you feel sticky and sweaty, your hair clinging to your skin; your clothes completely gone, and there’s an incredibly intense tingling in your belly that forces you to look down, only to find your boyfriend between your legs, devouring your pussy with intensity. He sucks, licks, nibbles gently, and draws you in, even sliding his tongue inside your hole, wringing inevitable moans and little whimpers from you.
“Kimi… Kimi, what…?” you wanna ask, but your voice fails you; you’re breathless, completely vulnerable and weak. You can only throw your head back, feeling dizzy, exhausted, and unable to move much.
your mind goes hazy, focused solely on how good it feels and the knot tightening in your belly. You’re about to cum, and it doesn’t even seem like the first time tonight, given how sore and burning your pussy feels, as if he’d been playing to you for hours while you slept.
out of the corner of your eye, you notice his cock is out and glistening, as if it had been inside you or playing with your folds, and the mere thought makes your pussy drool, sending you quickly into orgasm.
you whimper his name just the way you know he likes, and he responds by straightening up, licking his lips to taste you once more, while guiding the head of his cock to your hole, sliding inside before you can even speak.
he doesn't let you get used to the sensation; he doesn't want you to. He wants to claim your mind, every thought and impulse. He doesn't want you to move or complain.
he knows what’s best for you, and right now, that means moving, thrusting into you with an animalistic rhythm from the very start, listening to your sweet sounds as he fucks you, leaving you mindless and vulnerable.
you’re incapable of functioning in any other way, like his sweet little doll.
he hammers inside you, intent on filling you with his cum, after days of swapping your pills to trick you into thinking you were taking your birth control. He takes advantage of how distracted you are, babbling things neither of you can decipher, while your walls swallow his cock.
it's intense, it's painful, but he needs you to be his forever. If he has to trap you to make that happen, then he will.
he imagines how lovely you’ll look, swollen and round, after he’s filled your hole again and again, forcing you to carry his baby.
your breasts big, your belly huge. Everyone will know who caused it, who got you pregnant.
his movements grow desperate; he ignores your screams and how overstimulated you are. You grip his cock deliciously, swallowing its full length as it disappears into your wet folds with every thrust.
you're molded to him, ruined. You cannot escape, even if you want to. There is no salvation.
he whispers in his sweetest tone, asking if you want him to fill you with his cum and give you his babies; you're so dizzy, so lost, that you can only say yes, without grasping the gravity of the situation, without knowing his plan.
then he fills you just as you climax, flooding you with thick, white cum that slides out of your hole a little bit, something he won't allow, as he starts moving again without giving you a moment to recover.
he’s going to fill you up as many times as necessary today, taking full advantage of his day off and the fact that he couldn't care less about your obligations right now.
he’s going to fuck you again and again and again. He’s going to claim you as his own until you forget your own name, your very identity. Until all that remains of you today is devotion and a sweet baby.
and if it doesn’t work today, he’ll keep trying tomorrow, as many times as it takes, because you can’t leave him; and you, with your eyes rolling back and your pussy dripping, couldn't agree more or be more ready to receive whatever he wants to give you.
ᨳଓ . when the boy you've always loved makes you his prey… would you refuse?
ᨳଓ contains: hunter and prey dynamic, smut, dub-con and con, anal sex, fear turning into pleasure, soulless sam, choking, teasing, playing with a gun, humiliation, overstimulation.
ᨳଓ based on another scene from Haunting Adeline, and part 2 of this!
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it’s been two weeks since… that, and you’ve been in denial, trying to convince yourself it was a mistake, that you’re terrified to see him again, all while remembering the physical pain his brutality left you with for over a day. The marks on your body are also a constant, lingering reminder.
you wanna believe you hate him, that he fills you with fear, with panic, yet every time you go to sleep, you can’t help but dream of him: his eyes tracing the lines of your body, his cock sliding in and out of you, filling you in a way only he can, with his lips pressed against your neck. These scenarios fill every single one of your fantasies, to the point where you feel ashamed, terrified of yourself. You can’t look him in the eye, or even breathe the same air without feeling like you’re falling apart.
so you made the choice not to speak to him, not to answer his calls, and to distance yourself from the group, going on missions alone or staying with Bobby, in an attempt to keep your distance from the devil himself: from those hollow eyes, that cold touch, and the ghost of the man who was once your best friend.
you even considered talking to Dean, despite Sam forbidding it when he returned, offering excuse after excuse about why it would be a bad idea or how you’d ruin his older brother’s new life by dragging him back into hunting. That guilt held you back, but you can’t help it; you need him to look at Sam and tell you if you’re hallucinating, or if it really is just an empty shell.
you feel like you’re losing your mind with each passing day, to the point of paranoia, feeling unsafe in your own home, checking every corner, every shadow, behind every door, and inside every piece of furniture. You know it’s bordering on ridiculous, but the idea of seeing him again terrifies you so much that you’d do anything to keep him away.
and Sam... he’s losing his mind too, because even though he’s a hollow shell, empty of emotion, empathy, or emotional intelligence, something inside him is burning, keeping his fists clenched and making the veins in his arms bulge. Inside, something is throbbing, searching for whatever thing is that he cannot comprehend.
and he tries to cope by fucking other women, ruining cases by acting like an animal, jumping from body to body in a desperate attempt to fill a void he can’t quite decipher, or, rather, one he refuses to accept.
the truth is, his mind is consumed; he thinks of you constantly, recalling your body, your touch, your voice. He replays every one of your reactions, almost able to taste you on his tongue again, imagining all the dark fantasies the old Sammy once had about you.
it was sick, maddening, humiliating. Or at least, that was the best way to describe it, because the reality is that all he knows is that he wants one damn day off to break into your house and shatter every part of you until nothing remains but devotion to him, the most transparent kind you have to offer.
he wants you, with your eyes filled with fear, your trembling legs, your tight pussy, and your throat filled with the loud moans that still echo in his ears. So he thinks about how to do it, plotting every detail, using his brain to plan ahead, wanting to truly catch you off guard so you never see the attack coming.
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then came that tuesday night, a time when you could finally rest at home, with the streets silent, no missions weighing on your mind, Sam’s face no longer seared into your memory, and the marks on your skin slowly fading away. It was the ideal situation, all things considered for someone who had been a hunter since childhood.
you didn’t hear him climb in through the first-floor window, right into the living room where you had been just half an hour earlier. In fact, you were sleeping so deeply that you didn’t hear his footsteps on the stairs, nor the way he slowly pushed open your bedroom door until it swung wide, as if the scene from a few days ago were playing out all over again.
to Sam, the ease with which he could invade your home and your privacy was almost comical, almost as if you were doing it on purpose, handing yourself over on a silver platter to the very predator who was supposed to terrify you completely.
he approaches you, knowing you won't wake up, gazing at your uncovered body, in different pajamas that are nonetheless revealing to him, showing off your lovely legs, marked with bruises and small cuts, and your shirt, which has ridden up to expose your belly and a glimpse of your breasts as you shifted in your sleep.
he savors the sight, etching it deep into his mind while you lie motionless now, inevitably dreaming of him, unaware that he's climbing onto the bed and moving between your legs.
you wake up when you feel his arm crushing your throat, cutting off your air and forcing your eyes wide open in shock and terror. You stare at him in horror, trying to make sense of the situation, and realize he's pinning your body down, leaving you no way to escape.
you feel something hard and cold against your thigh; you try to look and catch a glimpse of the outline of what appears to be a gun. His gun.
“Sam, what are you doing?” you asked, your voice raspy and low due to the arm pressed against your neck, watching as he smiled and leaned over your face, planting a teasing little kiss on the tip of your nose. “I missed you,” he replied, adding, “i thought i’d see you again, but it looks like you got a little coward after tasting what you wanted so badly.”
once again, you felt small, but you tried not to show it; you looked him in the eye, attempting to project hatred, though it was practically impossible, and frankly pathetic. “I'm not a coward,” you tried to defend yourself, watching him raise an eyebrow, challenging.
“you want me to believe that?” he mocked, loosening his grip on your neck slightly as he moved his lips to your ear, speaking in an almost intimate tone. “I think you tasted pleasure and didn’t want to admit that you’ll never feel anything like it again unless it’s with me.” You rolled your eyes, trying to break free from his hold and shake him off, but failing.
“i can find pleasure on my own, thanks,” you tried to say, though you knew it was a lie; ever since you woke up, you’d felt a tingling deep in your pussy, a sign that you were getting wet, preparing yourself for what you knew was inevitable.
“you know you’re lying; there’s no need for that,” he said, giving you another chance to humiliate yourself. He pressed his body against yours, forcing you to feel the gun digging harder into your skin, the shock of it stealing the breath right out of your lungs.
“i’m not lying; anyone would make me feel better than you do,” you said before you could even think twice, instantly regretting it as you watched his expression shift to a serious look. With his free hand, he freed the gun and pressed it against your stomach, savoring your face full of panic a little too much.
“see, i don’t like it when people lie to my face, so you’ve got one more chance to admit it,” he said, clicking the safety off. Deep down, he was hoping you’d dare to lie one more time, imagining how sweet it would be to punish you for it.
that was when you uttered the right words: “i said i can find pleasure if i want to; anyone can give more pleasure than you.”
you didn’t know where you’d found such stupid courage, but you felt like you might actually pee yourself from fear, especially when he smiled, savoring every word you’d just spoken before sliding the gun inside your shorts and slowly pulling them down. He used his body weight to pin you so you couldn't resist, leaving you trembling and gasping, your eyes fixed on him in sheer panic.
the tip of the gun touches your pussy through your panties, revealing the dark patch on the fabric, the result of how incredibly aroused you feel right now. You can’t help it. You feel sick, dizzy, confused. There has to be an explanation, but you can’t find it at the moment; you can only whimper, feeling pathetic and nauseous.
he presses the weapon against the wet patch, spreading it into a larger, more translucent stain. Sam seems to love it, drinking in every sound you make, feeling on top of the world, as if every move were the right one. As if it were all destiny. Being in the right place at the right time.
then he slides the weapon inside your underwear and pulls your panties down, exposing your pussy to his gaze, dripping obscenely, a spectacle meant only for him. He uses the moment to tease you, calling you a slut, his special little doll, one he’d use until he’d filled every one of your holes with his semen.
he watches you writhe, yet your legs part instinctively, inviting him to go on.
“i’m sure i can slide the gun right into your pretty hole this instant without needing to prepare you. You’re already dripping,” he teases, watching your eyes fill with tears, unable to bear the humiliation and the arousal all at once.
to prove his point, he tests it out, running the weapon between your folds and drenching it in your juices, coating it in the scent of your desire, until it reaches your hole, which throbs, craving to be filled. Then, he begins to insert the tip slowly, torturing you and savoring every reaction on your face: the way you furrow your brows, squeeze your eyes shut, and part your lips, even though no sound manages to escape your throat.
he notices the resistance, but the movement of your hips urges him on; he slides the length in until he hits the limit, making you feel the coldness of the weapon stretching your walls in a way unlike anything else you’ve ever had inside you, forcing tears to roll down your cheeks.
whimpers escape your lips now, but you can't stop them, nor do you want to, so you let him start moving the weapon, sliding it almost all the way out before thrusting it back in with force; it knocks the breath right out of you, making your head snap back, a reaction he meets by tightening his grip on your neck.
your folds embrace the rest of the weapon, swallowing it desperately as you move your hips in sync with his hand, craving the sensation of the metal deep inside you, fully aware of the danger that he might pull the trigger and end your life if he chose, especially since the safety is off.
your life is in his hands, yet as terrifying as that is, it is also incredibly arousing. The thought of him pulling the trigger only makes your heart race; your hands fly to the arm wrapped around your neck, digging your nails in until he bleeds, an attempt to release a pain that defies explanation, unlike anything you have ever experienced.
and Sam watches and learns, observing the way your back arches when he hits that sensitive spot, or how your legs tremble violently when he slows the pace. He learns everything about you just by looking at you, as if you were his most fascinating experiment.
but of course, he can't keep quiet; he keeps mocking you, pointing out how easily you surrender to a gun, how aroused you are, and how much you seem to enjoy it. He insults you, corrupts you. He fills your mind with thoughts until you feel dizzy, whimpering and begging him to be inside you.
he responds by turning you over, pressing your face into the pillow and lifting your ass, the gun still inside, swallowed by your sweet, lovely pussy, always so obedient to him. Then he lowers his pants and underwear, freeing his fully hard cock; it brushes against your ass, making you gasp.
he starts teasing you, rubbing against your back entrance, making feinting thrusts that set your nerves on edge. He hasn't prepared you, hasn't even used any lube. You could handle it with your pussy, but if he tried something similar with your ass, he could tear you, cause you real pain.
that’s why you beg and plead with him not to do it, or to at least prepare you first, but he only smiles, without the slightest shred of compassion or understanding. He feels no empathy, no remorse. He doesn't care what you say, but still, he simply spits directly onto your hole to lubricate it, using his fingers to relax your entrance and slowly pave the way for himself. He listens to your whimpering and sobbing as you clutch the pillow, waiting until you're finally ready for his cock.
he doesn't hesitate for a moment before sliding inside you, stretching your walls in a way you’ve never felt before. He's careful with his gun, yet he keeps it buried deep in your pussy to make you squirm. Feeling just how tight you are wrings a loud groan from him.
it was even better than what he’d already tasted of you, something he hadn't even realized was possible. He immediately set a possessive, animalistic rhythm. It was a pace fueled by fire and intensity, demonstrated through the way he hammered into you, swallowing your cries of pain and pleasure just as your ass swallowed his cock, making movement difficult.
it breaks you differently, parting your walls and reaching so deep that you feel the ache all the way to your back. It's unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and knowing the weapon is still there, risking your life, only makes a knot of tension tighten inside you.
the room fills with the sounds of you, of bodies colliding and the bed banging against the wall, along with the heavy scent of arousal and sheets stained not just by your juices, but by a few drops of blood; you don't even know where they're coming from. You simply don't care. You can't think of anything but his cock and the gun.
he's intense, growling and moaning your name in the most beautiful melody as he feels you climax, crying, closing your walls around him so tightly that he has to pull the gun out of your pussy; he then leans over your back, moving with a wild, primitive rhythm. His hand travels down to your pussy, sliding a couple of fingers into your hole just to make things harder for you and toy with your sensitivity.
he would explore every reaction, every part of your body, knowing how much you liked the old Sammy, and using that to get inside your head, to use you.
you won't say no to him. You can't.
and if you try, he’ll know exactly how to break you.
he’ll take advantage of every second in this empty body, right up until its owner returns and finds the mess he made of you.
he can picture it: his soul returning to the body, noticing how you get wet every time you see him, every time you remember. Fear washing over you, making your pretty pussy slick.
poor Sammy won't understand a thing, and you won't be able to bring yourself to explain it to him. At least, not until the memories start coming back.
hi love !!!!!!!!!!! i looked for a few seconds (thirty max) and couldn’t find one, but was wondering if you had a rules list / anything you wouldn’t write about ?
hi, love, i'm just answering this as quickly as i can. I think i had some rules posted a while back, but i don't have them pinned to my profile anymore; my bad, sorry about that D:
honestly, there isn't much i wouldn't write, but my top 5 topics would be: rape, incest, shit, things with animals, and sexual acts involving children. Those are the things i won't write, but aside from that, i think i've covered dub-con, heavy kinks, blood, hunting, etc.
u can always ask here or privately in my DM's and i can answer more specific things!
ᨳଓ . when the boy you've always loved makes you his prey… would you refuse?
ᨳଓ . contains: hunting, hunter and prey, smut, dub-con and con, p in v, fear turning into pleasure, soulless sam, choking, teasing.
ᨳଓ . based on a scene from Haunting Adeline!
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you're running, your feet battered by the stones you’ve stepped on since entering the woods, believing you could find safety there, that you would stop being hunted. The problem is, your hunter is a professional; he knows what he’s doing, how to move, and where to hide. He might even be right beside you at this very moment, hidden to make you believe you have the advantage, yet that doesn't stop you, it doesn't even make you look back.
when you woke up dizzy, confused, and feeling almost drugged, you didn't expect your vision to clear and reveal Sam standing in the doorway, watching you with a faint smile. You didn't know the time or why he was there, but you knew one thing for certain: fear washed over you instantly.
since his return, Sam was no longer the sweet, intelligent, and attentive boy you had known years ago. Instead, he seemed like a hollow shell, making cruel jokes, acting completely out of character, and wearing a look that sent shivers down your spine. It was as if fear overwhelmed you whenever you were in the same room, yet you couldn't bring yourself to leave. Not Sam.
after years of being secretly in love, acting pathetically around him, trying to please him and be perfect for him, you'd developed a certain dependency on his attention, his approval, and his affection. You needed him like the air you breathed, as if the mere sound of his voice could absolve you of every sin and heal you of everything.
when he went to the cage, it was as if something inside you had been torn away; you cried for a long time, even showing signs of depression that deeply worried Bobby. That's why, when he appeared at your door, bearing a different aura yet the same face you had fallen in love with, you decided you could no longer stay away or let him out of your sight, even if he was no longer the same man.
you wouldn't survive if you let him go.
so you endured it all, every comment, every look, even as a chill seeped into your veins, leaving you feeling insecure and gripped by panic whenever you saw him acting crazy and wild. You swallowed down everything you felt in an attempt to ignore it, all while trying to deny a different kind of feeling that had begun to stir within you.
it was a heat between your legs that you couldn't quite explain; whenever fear struck, it brought a tingling sensation that made you feel uncomfortable and flushed, forcing you to press your legs together in an attempt to hold back the juices pooling in your cunt.
and you thought he didn't notice, that he had no way of knowing, but you were so wrong.
even though he couldn't explain why, Sam had never been able to take his eyes off you, not even after he returned. It was as if you were a magnet, whether it was your eyes, your smile, or your entire body. You held his undivided attention, triggering an almost possessive urge, a growl rising in his chest that he couldn't suppress.
so of course, he noticed. It ignited a fire inside of him, driving him to be worse, more terrifying, more intense. It made him more violent, more animalistic. He'd become captivated by the terror in your eyes, the way you struggled to swallow, and the way you’d step back, clearly nervous. He wanted to see that look forever, so he kept pushing, invading your mind and your nightmares, until the day came when he could no longer resist the temptation.
breaking into your house was easy; he knew the place by heart from all the times he’d visited back when things were normal. He climbed the stairs calmly, knowing you’d be fast asleep in the dead of night. Once upstairs, he went straight to your bedroom and watched you from the doorway, leaning against the frame as if he had all the time in the world.
he studied you for a long time, watching the way you moved and sighed, the way the heat from the blankets caused them to slip aside, revealing a glimpse of skin to him. He devoured you with his eyes, imagining your taste, the sweet sounds of your terror, and your beautiful eyes wide with shock. Finally, you woke up, completely disoriented; you saw him hovering in the shadows just as the morning light began to filter through the window, revealing his identity at the precise moment you needed to know who it was.
he gave you a few seconds to react, but the moment you did, he said just one thing, a word that made your blood run cold.
“run.”
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that’s what led you to this situation: leaving your home and heading into the woods, believing you’d be safe, that your skills as a hunter would actually help you. But it's useless, hard, and the gray sky seems to suffer along with you; soon, the rain is pouring down in torrents, making your predicament even worse.
you can hear his footsteps more clearly now as puddles form, and you realize just how close he is. It makes you run faster, though your movements become clumsier.
you can barely see through the rain and the thickening fog, yet you keep going, hoping not to crash into a tree and trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your feet and legs. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that wearing shorts tonight has left you exposed; branches are lashing directly against your skin, leaving behind small cuts. Thick drops of blood trickle down, hitting the ground even as you keep moving.
it’s grotesque; it’s painful. You must be terrified.
but then... why does a part of you feel excited, too? why do you feel a heat rising between your thighs and an alarming urge to stop? why do you wanna see him...and surrender?
you can't explain the clash of emotions surging through you right now, but you do know that running on the wet grass is becoming increasingly dangerous; your feet keep slipping, nearly sending you tumbling several times until the fall becomes inevitable, unstoppable. You stumble before you even realize you’ve misstepped, crashing face-first onto the ground with a loud, painful thud, small whimpers of pain escaping your lips as you try to roll onto your back.
once you manage to lie back, you feel the raindrops falling all over your body and pain flooding every limb; at the same time, the cold shifts into an intense, utterly unnatural heat that radiates straight to your damp pussy, making you feel sick, perverse, and restless.
this isn't normal.
you try to stand, but before you can even sit up, you see him appear before you, walking with a smile and an air of total confidence. He looks at you as if you were his prey, his next hunt.
he crouches down in front of you and reaches out to touch your cheek; you flinch, trying to avoid his touch. At that, you hear him laugh, a dark, hollow sound.
“Sam, what are you doing?” you try to reason with him, but get no response. Instead, he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your wet clothes, clinging to your trembling body and turning transparent, offering him a fascinating view of your nipples.
that’s when he lowers his hand toward your chest, and though you try to pull away, you end up flat on your back on the dirt and grass once more, ruining your escape.
without a second thought, he moves over you, positioning himself between your legs; he captures your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. Your breath catches at the mere thought of what might be about to happen, and you try to resist, closing your legs in an attempt to keep his body from pressing against yours, though, once again, you fail.
“you have no idea how many times i’ve imagined you like this,” he confesses, bringing his face close to your ear and speaking in a low, intimate tone. “Beneath my body, trembling, terrified.” He speaks each word slowly, savoring every syllable as you gasp. “You think i don’t see when you writhe in fear, or notice how your pretty pussy throbs every time terror fills your veins.” To prove his point, he slips his free hand beneath your shorts and panties, touching the skin of your pussy and feeling your juices wet his fingers. His touch instantly wrings a moan from you; you can’t help it.
“you’re… you’re wrong; it’s raining, i’m not…” you try to explain, but he stops you by running his fingers between your folds, making you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper his name uncontrollably.
he smiles, clearly enjoying your resistance, the way your legs tense and your hands curl into fists. “I’ve wondered what your pussy would feel like taking my cock. I’m sure you’re going to squeeze me so tight…” he inhales deeply, burying his face in your hair, savoring the scent of forest and rain mingled with your natural aroma and your shampoo. “You’re going to take me in; you’re gonna be good and take it all. You’ll be ruined for anyone else.”
you scoff, trying to regain some confidence, even though you feel small, in a position far too vulnerable to be provoking the devil. “I don’t think you can stir up anything in me that i haven’t stirred up myself before.” You challenge him stupidly. Your eyes go wide as the words sink in, and you can hear the pounding of your heart in your ears when you hear him laugh.
“oh, is that so?” when he saw you had stopped trying to break free, he let go of your hands and acted quickly to tear open the top of your pajama, exposing your breasts, which were soon drenched by the rain, before pulling down your shorts, ignoring your verbal protests. He didn't really care what you were saying.
despite the chill in the woods, you felt your cheeks burning as you stood there almost completely exposed; he leaned back slightly, admiring the full view. Then, he dared to rub your pussy right over your panties, wringing pathetic whimpers from you as he watched you writhe, arching your back a little and trying to close your legs as much as he allowed.
you're wet from the rain, completely soaked, but you are also dripping from the intense arousal coursing through you. It’s sick. It’s disturbing. You shouldn't feel this way when your lifelong best friend is chasing you like a madman through the woods, without even telling you the danger you’re facing, forcing you to run, to flee in a desperate attempt to save your life.
you whimper at how good his fingers feel and at how pathetic you feel, tears welling in your eyes and your throat suddenly dry. And that is the moment he decides to tear a hole in your panties, exposing exactly what needs to be revealed.
the droplets fall straight onto your pussy, wringing louder, desperate moans from you; though you try to cover yourself, it’s useless. He lifts your legs up to your shoulders, issuing a brief, clear threat for you to move your hands and leave your pussy exposed.
then the drops fall once more, this time striking your clit, trickling down between your folds, and grazing your hole. It was humiliating, as if the rain itself were abusing your pretty pussy, which throbbed, desperate and aroused.
the drops are fat and heavy, putting enough pressure to make you whimper, and he cruelly mocks you for it, his eyes fixed on your face, with every trace of the old Sam gone from his body. You couldn't believe it.
for a moment, you questioned whether it was really him, but your mind just isn't connecting the dots, not quite enough, anyway. Your mind slowly goes blank, and all you can hear is him teasing you. “Is this how you react to a little rain?” “you’re right; i bet even a breath of air would make you feel pleasure.” It’s humiliating, embarrassing.
but that only turns you on more, making tears stream down your cheeks and causing your legs to part wider instinctively, spreading your folds open for him, and for whoever controls the damn weather that’s decided to torture you right now.
he delights in it, devouring you, until he decides you’ve had enough; he releases his grip on your body and moves his hands to his pants, first undoing his belt and then freeing his cock, long, thick, and beautiful.
your mouth waters just looking at it, and your hole clenches with need and anticipation. It’s inevitable. After years of imagining what your first time with Sam would be like, you never pictured it happening quite like this. But you can’t complain, not when you’re this wet.
you watch him grab his belt and bring it toward your neck; without a second thought, you lift your head, letting the material slide around and wrap itself there, tightening until it becomes a struggle for air to reach your lungs. And though the mere possibility of him killing you terrifies you, it only makes you gasp, leaving you feeling all the more ready to take him.
it comes as no surprise, then, when he holds the belt with one hand and guides his cock to your hole with the other. You put up little resistance now.
you feel the exact moment his tip begins to slide inside you; even then, you feel full, complete. He is huge, and his weight is addictive. His cock slides so deep that you feel your walls stretching, feel like you're being split open from the inside.
no one had ever gone that deep inside you before, yet he kept pushing, deeper and deeper, until he bottomed out, making you feel him throughout your entire body, as if he were about to burst out through your throat. It was an incredible, painful sensation. But he doesn't even give you a chance to adjust; he immediately sets an intense, savage rhythm.
his pelvis slams against your thighs, and it feels as though your organs are shifting with every thrust. It is so primal that moans, even screams, escape your lips, the kind of sounds you’d only think possible in porn.
the forest fills with the sounds of your union, cutting through the patter of the rain; the wet slapping of your bodies becomes so obscene, so immoral, that you feel a sense of shame, though you can’t feel it for long.
your back is scraped raw by the stones and small branches that were on the ground as he hammers into you, driving your body to slide upward, as if trying to pull away from him.
and he... oh, Sam looks at you with hungry eyes, gripping your thighs to hold you in place, squeezing so hard you know he’ll leave marks. Growls escape his lips, along with moans that carry your name. His cock throbs, hard and heavy, fueled by the pleasure of being inside you; you're so tight that he can barely move, forcing his way in with every thrust, breaking your poor pussy that can barely receive him.
he feels possessive, obsessive. He needs to take over every cell in your body, every single one of your thoughts. He wants you looking only at him, with those wide, terrified eyes and your legs clenched tight, remembering this precise moment when he became your lord, the devil on your shoulder leading you down sinful paths.
if you had ever believed in a religion, this was the exact moment Sam destroyed every trace of faith. He'd become your god, your sanctuary. He'd made it so your prayers bore his name and your pleas were offered in his honor.
he was shattering your mind, tearing it into tiny pieces each time his cock buried itself deep inside your walls. And you couldn't even complain or stop it; you could only take it and be grateful for every movement, every bit of attention he gave you, until the knot began to form in your belly and you knew you were about to come.
you tried to warn him, but he already knew; he moved one hand to your clit, rubbing and pinching until he tore screams from your throat, screams that eventually led you to your orgasm. Your walls squeezed him inside you, yet he kept moving, causing a little blood to trickle from your pussy, though neither of you cared much about that.
and he kept moving until he came, filling your hole with his cum until it overflowed, spilling out to stain the skin of your thighs, turning your body into an obscene, shameful mess. Leaving you breathless and stripped of dignity, unable to even move because of the pain racking your battered, bloodied body.
your legs stained with both dried and fresh blood, your feet completely wrecked, your pussy completely broken with his cock still inside you. And just when you think you’ll get a moment to recharge, he starts moving again, a mocking smile on his handsome face as he watches you panic all over again.
there is no escape.
you asked for this. You allowed it.
now the forest will be witness to acts more depraved than those trees have ever seen in their long history, and the worst part is... you can’t even bring yourself to regret it.
your body would welcome it a thousand times over, even if it left you shattered, even if you bled, even if you lost consciousness.
Sam had become both master and executioner. There is no turning back.
Sammy was no longer inhabiting that body, but whatever was there now had dared to act out the darkest fantasies the younger Winchester ever had about you.
what will things be like when his soul returns to his body?
thinking about "beginner dark kimi"… and based on this request from @yukiiaiai
dark content below
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he essentially has two sides of him that are strongly contradictory. On one hand, there’s the funny, high-energy young man who vibrates inside the mercedes team, spreading his high spirits and jokes to every single member. That’s the side that helped him evolve from the guy everyone just hoped would be a good driver into the team’s darling, the one everyone adores and whose smile charms absolutely everyone. Then, on the other hand, there’s how he is with you when he gets serious, when it comes to protecting you or acting possessive. That’s when he transforms into something wilder, something primal.
it’s as if he’s addicted to you; his expression and attitude shift the instant you step into his workplace. You don’t go unnoticed; the other drivers notice you, the team notices you, and the reporters know who you are and talk about you, because you’re the girlfriend of the young rising star. It doesn’t help that you have such a charming personality, that you radiate charm even just walking down the hall. For Kimi, trying to keep himself in check when he sees all the attention you’re getting is a constant battle.
a part of him wants to hide you away, to turn back time and keep anyone else from ever meeting you. Because now, all of a sudden, he has to share you with your girlfriends, with the other wags you’ve met and who’ve welcomed you into their circle, as they steal you from his arms the moment they get the chance, completely ignoring the unease it stirs up in him. It makes him feel sick; your absence makes him paranoid, makes him want to explode.
he needs to know what you’re doing at all times, especially right before he gets in or after he gets out of the car. Otherwise, he’d blame you for a bad result and make you pay in the only way he knows how: by forcing you onto your knees in a semi-exposed spot, choking you with his cock before you can even process what’s happening.
and it’s even worse when something goes wrong during a race, like when the car breaks down or a minor thing ruins everything instantly, even if he was leading and everyone was certain he’d win. That’s when he turns wild, primitive. He climbs out of the car without ever taking off his helmet, going through the normal process in total silence, ignoring his teammate, his rivals, and everything else in his path, as he heads straight for you right after.
and you see, this is where being the favorite plays a huge role, because they don’t wanna see him upset; they don’t want a tantrum or to deal with tears and drama. So, they capitalize on his almost primal need to see you and be alone with you, putting off the conversation and giving him space, giving him free rein to do whatever he wants with you before he has to go face the interviews. There’s no escape for you.
he breaks you over and over again, taking advantage of the way your pussy never seems to quite adjust to his cock. He makes you feel like you’re tearing every time he slides inside you with that first thrust, sliding so deep you feel him everywhere, almost ready to burst out of your throat, depending on the position.
he doesn't care much about the noise you make, either. He has no shame. His mind is in the clouds the moment he sees you, and since the crew lets him get away with anything, he just keeps going, devouring every sweet sound you make while tears stream down your cheeks, your face a wash of pain and pleasure.
and the mechanics, his superiors, all pretend not to notice. They don’t see the marks on your neck from the times he chokes you, the times he’s wrapped his belt around your throat. They don’t see how often you struggle to walk properly. They don’t notice your raspy voice or your wet eyelashes, even though you look composed. They simply ignore it, because you appear calm, as if this were the most normal, peaceful thing in the world to you.
especially because it is.
because while you also get to see Kimi as the sweet, attentive guy everyone knows, you witnessed that wilder side of him the very first time you were intimate. The way his eyes raked over you, making you feel small.
you knew it, and you stayed because a part of you was aroused by swimming in that fear, feeling a tingle between your legs when you saw the way he looked at you.
that’s why you’re perfect for him, even though he hates sharing you, hates the idea of others knowing you. You’re always there to fix every mistake, every slip-up. You always learn how to please him, without complaint or resistance. As if you were his little doll.
