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sir lord jimmy crystal x fem!reader midsommar (movie) au

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HAPPY MIDSUMMER EVERYONE! sooo @spikedfearn wrote a lovely midsommar au fic for jimmy and now i’m doing it too🤭 no but rosie you’re SUCH AN INSPIRATION for me i think under the blood moon was the whole reason i started writing🥹❤️ also i wanted to kinda follow the plot of the movie so sorry a24 for copying pls don’t sue mwah<3

synopsis: your boyfriend and his friends invite you to a rural commune in the scottish highlands for midsummer. once you arrive, their leader seems to take an immediate interest in you. between the festivities you start noticing strange things.. people disappearing, the feeling of being watched at night. once you realize what’s going on, is it already too late?

WARNINGS‼️: dead dove, noncon, cult dynamics, power imbalance, piv, oral on f, oral on m, vaginal fingering, breeding kink, forced marriage, forced orgasm, pregnancy, childbirth, lactation kink, painful sex, drugged sex, reader being unable to move during sex, watersports, gore, minor character death, period blood drinking, period sex, cum drinking, drug use

tags: @theabhartachsbride

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”a commune?” you chuckle at your boyfriend, christian. ”yeah, it’s this secluded community! snake here was raised there”, he says, pointing to his friend, who everyone calls snake.

”it’s an incredible place, you’d love it”, snake says with a genuine smile. ”and we’d be there for how long?” you ask, still a bit suspicious of the whole thing. ”about a month and half, if you end up hating it you can leave earlier”, snake says, smirking.

a commune, in the middle of nowhere. seems like something straight out of a horror movie, but hey, you love horror movies. and getting some romantic time with christian doesn’t seem bad, either. you two have been having a bit of a rough time lately. you’re not really sure whose fault is it, but you really don’t want to break up. you love him.

so it’s decided, you’re all going. you, christian, snake and two others. a couple, josh and mark. josh is doing his thesis on midsummer traditions, so that’s the main reason the group decided to leave. and of course snake, whose visiting his family.

you’re in bed with christian, the night before your trip. ”babe..” you coo, grabbing his arm. ”not now, baby”, christian sighs. ”it’s been a while..” you say, eyes wide. ”i know, i’m just stressed”, he says. ”fine”, you say, rolling onto your side.

it’s been two weeks since you’ve had sex. you’re really frustrated, since at the beginning of your relationship he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. it’s fine, maybe the scottish highlands would bring out his freaky side again.

the trip was exhausting, but you’re finally in a car, almost at your first destination. snake promised you some mushrooms before you arrive at the commune. you first arrive at a green field, with some tents and others visiting the commune. you meet another couple there, connie and simon.

”so like.. is this some sort of tradition?” josh asks. ”it’s just drugs, mate”, snake answers.

you all take the mushrooms and go lie down on the grass. you have no idea how much time has passed but you swear that the grass is growing on you.

”i don’t feel good”, mike whines. ”just relax”, snake says, his voice calming.

you close your eyes, and images of your dead sister immediately start flashing before your eyes. great, it’s that kind of trip. a lot of time has passed since her death, but it still haunts you. how you found her, vomit all over her face and neck. she was a drug addict, ironically. you never say no to drugs yourself but at least you’re not addicted.

the trip fades as the hours pass, soon you’re all tired and kind of nauseous.

then it’s time to go to the actual commune. you start hiking with your backpacks. the mountains are green, some highland cattle here and there. it’s beautiful. you feel like you can actually breathe.

your mouth drops wide open when seeing the commune.

wooden houses in the middle of the green fields, a huge maypole full of flowers, sheep and cows.

beautiful women in white dresses and flowers in their hair, men almost as beautiful and in white outfits as well.

and a fucking bear in a cage. ”is everyone gonna ignore the bear?” josh asks. ”it’s a bear”, snake chuckles.

”what do you think?” snake asks you. ”it’s beautiful”, you say.

”what’s that?” josh asks, pointing at a yellow, triangle building.

”that’s a temple, but no one’s allowed in”, snake says.

”snake, you fucker!” a young man approaches you, jumping in snake’s arms. ”fox, you little shit!” snake says, embracing the man.

”this is jimmy fox, everyone”, snake says.

jimmy fox. he’s wearing a white outfit like everyone else, with a little fox embroidered on his shirt.

”why are you all called jimmy?” josh asks. snake grins. ”it’s just a thing we have, we’re called the fingers. our leader is-”, he starts, but gets cut off.

”jimmy snake!” a voice calls. a man, walking towards you. he’s dressed in a white shirt and white pants, some strange-looking letters embroidered on the fabric.

he has blonde, shoulder-length hair. he wears a tiara, along with golden jewelry and rings on each finger. an upside down cross on his neck. he looks strange to say the least.

”sir!” snake says, smiling. he shakes the man’s hand. ”good tae see ye”, the man says. ”snake here has a good eye for people..” the man says. ”so.. who did ye bring?” he asks. his teeth are yellow, some of them black. it grosses you out.

jimmy snake introduces you all to the man, who seems to be the leader of the community. he has a strange smile on his face. kind, but unsettling somehow.

”this is sir lord jimmy crystal, our leader”, jimmy fox says. you see sir jimmy eyeing you, longer than anyone else in the group. his eyes are blue, piercing.

”call me jimmy”, sir jimmy says with a smile. he’s looking straight at you. you feel uneasy. ”we hope ye will enjoy the celebration”, he says. he has a thick, scottish accent like jimmy snake and jimmy fox.

”show our guests their sleeping arrangements!” sir jimmy says to snake and fox. they nod. ”come on!” snake says, leading you all to a wooden building. it’s absolutely massive. blue walls with paintings all around, many of them very sexual. beds without any privacy or walls, all out in the open.

”what if i wanna jerk off?” mike chuckles. ”with all these dicks on the wall…” josh points out. you chuckle and look at christian, but he’s too busy eyeing one of the commune girls outside the building. you frown.

you’re very hot, so you can’t believe how christian doesn’t seem to see that anymore. you always get hit on when you’re out, you would have men lined up if you broke up with christian. maybe he’s just bored of you. but you’re determined to bring the spark back between you two.

as you’re done unpacking it’s already time for dinner.

you all sit at a huge table, in a strange formation. you’re all standing, waiting for a permission to sit down.

sir jimmy is standing at the front. then you see two older people walking towards the table. they go stand next to jimmy, and as they sit down everyone else does. when they start eating, everyone else does.

the food is good, a lot of vegetables. you swear that sir jimmy is eyeing you, though. at some point he fucking winks at you. you don’t smile, don’t look him in the eye. he kind of freaks you out. there’s another one who’s eyeing people he shouldn’t be eyeing.. christian. he’s busy smiling at the same, red-haired girl he saw outside your sleeping place.

you try not to lash out at him, that would be embarrassing in front of everyone. you just gently take his hand, bringing his attention back to you. he smiles coldly, doesn’t kiss you.

”after dinner we’re gonna have a.. umm.. ceremony”, jimmy fox says. ”what kind of ceremony?” you ask. ”it’s for the elders, you’ll see”, fox says.

the elders suddenly stand up. the man starts making a strange, throaty sound while the woman starts talking in what you assume is old, scottish gaelic. she’s breathing loud in between words. as you’re looking at the woman you see sir jimmy staring right at you again.

then the elders leave, and everyone follows. ”where are we going?” christian asks. ”you’ll see”, snake says.

you follow the people to a high cliff. you don’t see the elders anywhere anymore.

sir jimmy is standing at the front with a wooden, large hammer. you have a bad feeling.

”what’s the hammer for?” mike asks. ”just watch”, fox says, he looks serious.

you gaze at the cliff, and let out a gasp as you see the old woman standing at the edge.

for a second there’s silence. then she jumps. her body crashes against a large stone, breaking her face into pieces.

you scream, so do connie and simon. ”what the fuck?” simon sobs. but it’s not over yet. you let out another gasp as you see the old man standing at the edge of the cliff.

he jumps. but he doesn’t die. his leg smashes into pieces, leaving him laying on the ground, breath coming in shaky.

sir jimmy goes to him with the hammer. he says something in scottish gaelic, then he smashes his head in. blood splatters everywhere.

you let out another scream, grabbing christian’s arm. he holds you this time. simon and connie leave, cursing. ”this is fucked up!” connie says, tears covering her cheeks.

a woman goes to connie and simon, trying to get them to stay. ”you don’t understand, the elders are happy to give their life like this!” she says. ”happy? happy? this is the most messed up thing i’ve ever seen, we’re leaving!” simon hisses, teary eyed.

”babe.. i think we should leave too”, you whisper to christian. ”let’s just take it easy”, christian says. ”the elders have reached the end of their life cycle, this way they won’t be a burden to the community”, snake explains. ”that’s horrible!” you whimper. ”it’s a long tradition”, snake says.

after the ceremony you start packing. you wouldn’t stay in this place for a second longer. as you’re packing you don’t notice sir jimmy coming in.

”leaving so soon, lass?” he asks you. ”oh! sir.. i didn’t-”, you start, but sir jimmy cuts you off. ”call me jimmy”, he says. ”jimmy”, you say. he smiles at you. ”i just- i can’t stay here anymore, i’m sorry”, you say.

”sit”, jimmy says. ”what?” you ask. ”sit down”, he repeats. he sits you down on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. ”i know it’s a lot for you”, he says gently. ”a lot? i don’t understand it at all”, you respond. ”we would appreciate if ye stayed”, jimmy says calmly. ”i-”, you start, but are cut off by christian entering the room.

”babe?” he says. ”christian”, jimmy says with a cold smile. ”we were just talking about ye staying”, he adds. ”yeah, we’re gonna stay, aren’t we, babe?” christian says. you freeze. why the fuck does he wants to stay? for the redhead? ”s-sure, we’ll stay”, you accept your defeat. ”wonderful!” jimmy says, clapping his hands together once. ”i’ll leave ye to it”, he says, releasing your hand, leaving the building.

”what the fuck was that?” christian asks you. ”what do you mean?” you ask. ”that fucking weirdo holding your hand!” christian hisses. ”i- i didn’t ask him to! he just-”, you say, tears begging to form in your eyes. ”what’s with you and that redhead?” you ask him. ”what redhead?” he asks, acting oblivious. ”oh come on, don’t play dumb”, you hiss. ”what? i can’t look?” he asks. ”i’d appreciate if you’d look at me sometimes”, you mumble.

christian sighs. ”come on babe.. you know i don’t mean it like that”, he says. you roll your eyes at him.

you’re forced to stop fighting as everyone else enters the room. outside you hear connie arguing with a man from the commune. ”what? he wouldn’t leave without me!” you hear her say. ”what’s that about?” you ask fox. ”simon left to the train station, they’re gonna pick up connie soon”, he says. ”why would he leave without her?” you ask. ”there wasn’t room in the truck”, fox explains. seems suspicious, but whatever. you’re too busy thinking about christian and that redhead.

as night falls you don’t see connie in the building, she must’ve left. without saying goodbye?

”babe.. i’m sorry”, you say to christian. ”it’s alright”, he answers. a simple ”i’m sorry too” would have been nice in your opinion.

”josh, do you have a sleeping pill for me?” you ask. ”sure”, josh says, handing you a pill. you feel uneasy, so you really want to sleep well.

but even after the pill you can’t sleep. images of the old people getting their heads smashed in keep appearing in your mind.

then you feel it, someone’s watching you. they’re at the door. you can’t see who it is, but you feel their presence. you try to squint, but there’s no one there. you sigh, whatever. maybe it’s your imagination.

you dream of your sister, of the elders. you see a car driving away, with everyone in it. you try to scream to take you with them, but your voice doesn’t come out. only smoke.

you wake up sweaty and crying, you had horrible nightmares all night. everyone else is already awake. ”babe, you alright?” christian asks. ”yeah… just nightmares”, you answer. he doesn’t take your hand, doesn’t kiss you. doesn’t even offer kind words. fuck, do you hate him?

at breakfast everyone is quiet. no more connie and simon. ”wait.. where’s mike?” you ask. ”he went with some girl earlier”, fox says with a grin. ”really? he’d tell me”, josh says with a frown. they have an open relationship. ”i’m sorry, bro”, christian says, tapping josh on the back. ”oh he’s gonna hear about this…” josh hisses.

you can’t explain it, but your drink tastes salty. and it’s thick somehow. ”babe, is your tea salty?” you ask christian. ”nope”, he says. you shrug. you bet the tea has some mushrooms in it, since you feel blurry all day.

you go help the commune women cook, everyone’s super nice to you. you meet a girl named jimmy ink. an older woman says something in scottish gaelic, smiling. ”she said you’re very beautiful”, ink says. ”thank you, she is too”, you say.

at noon you can’t find josh. ”you think he’s with mike and that girl?” you ask christian. christian shrugs. ”i wouldn’t be too worried”, he says.

you get your period. fuck. why now? you start wandering around the commune, searching for a place where you could find a tampon.

you bump into sir jimmy on your way. ”what are ye looking fer?” he asks. ”i- nothing”, you say. ”i think i know, come”, jimmy says. ”what?” you ask. ”come wi’ me”, jimmy says. ”i’m- i’m good”, you say. ”ye should listen tae me”, jimmy says, voice low. you’re kind of terrified of him, so you go along.

he brings you to a small cabin. on the table you see two glasses, must be that mushroom tea again.

”do you have tampons?” you ask jimmy, your cheeks warming up.

”ye won’t be needing those”, jimmy says. ”what?” you ask, confused.

”take this”, jimmy says, offering you the tea. ”i’m good.. i don’t want a bad trip”, you say. ”drink”, jimmy orders. you take the glass, bringing it to your lips. you gulp it down in one go. you taste salt again, and it’s thick. ”i’m gonna go, christian-”, you say, but jimmy cuts you off. ”aye, christian. that one hasn’t been looking at ye for a while”, he says. ”ye deserve someone that sees ye”, he whispers.

then he kisses you. you whimper and try pushing him off, but he grabs your head, holding you in place. his beard is scratching your skin. he moans into the kiss passionately, trying to force his tongue inside your mouth. you don’t let him.

”ye’re so pure, father told me ye would come”, jimmy says, pulling away from your lips.

”what- father? what are you-”, you gasp, wiping your mouth. he’s still holding onto you.

”father told me a young girl would come, pure as an angel”, he rambles. ”he promised ye tae me”, he whispers the last part.

”i’m not-”, you start, but jimmy cuts you off with another kiss. ”n-no”, you blurt out in between kisses. that’s when he shoves his tongue inside your mouth, dragging it against your teeth and gums, then against your tongue.

he’s moaning again, caressing your body. your hips, your ass, your belly. you shudder. that’s when you start crying, feeling blurry.

”oh no, my angel, donnae cry”, jimmy coos, gently kissing away your tears. his face is blurry, you can’t see his expression. you can only hear his voice, soft and gentle.

jimmy sits you down on the table, peeling off your jeans. you can’t see properly, you can’t move. your body feels numb. everything feels confusing, almost unreal. you almost don’t notice him pulling away your underwear, but as he starts twirling his fingers on your clit you snap back to reality.

”no!” you cry. ”shh, lamb”, jimmy coos. he takes the other glass and brings it down to your crotch. you cry as he gathers your period blood inside the glass, the color of the tea turning dark.

he brings it to his lips. ”ye drank something from me, now i drink something from ye”, he says. ”what do you mean?” you sob. he doesn’t answer, just drinks the whole thing. you gag at the sight.

”now let me drink it from ye”, he says, spreading your shaking legs. ”no, stop!” you whine. ”help!” you scream. ”christian!” you cry out. ”he won’t be helping ye anymore”, jimmy says, voice low.

he brings his mouth to your bloody cunt, licking a slow stripe. ”ye taste so sweet, like summer”, he purrs. then his mouth crashes onto your cunt. you cry as he feasts on you like he’s starving, tongue going everywhere it can.

he brings his lips to your clit and closes them around it, sucking with a lot of enthusiasm. he’s moaning, his lips and chin full of your fresh blood.

you just sob, your vision still foggy. ”what’s happening?”, you cry. ”i’m pleasuring ye, aren’t i?” jimmy purrs. ”ye’re shaking, my sweet wee lamb”, he adds. he’s right, your whole body is trembling, mostly your legs.

he keeps eating you like a starved man, moaning and groaning against your leaking cunt. you don’t register it, but you squirt on him. jimmy lets out a moan and drinks it all up, like you’re the fountain of youth.

he takes two, ringed fingers and shoves them inside your bloody cunt, keeping his mouth on your clit. you cry out, arching your back. he hooks his fingers inside you, pushing them deep.

”s-stop”, you sob. jimmy groans as a response and keeps eating you, fingers working inside your cunt, red with your blood.

you wish you could move, wish you could push him off you. but your body is completely frozen, if the trembling doesn’t count.

your vision starts coming back. you gaze between your legs, finding jimmy, mouth glued to your pussy. you sob at the sight, tears completely wetting your face, eyelashes sticking together.

”come fer me, my sweet lamb”, jimmy coos. you cry as your release is ripped from you, violent. you keep sobbing as jimmy wipes his bloody mouth and licks his fingers clean.

”we’ll wait fer the ceremony”, he says, standing up, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

”what ceremony?” you cry. ”i think ye know”, jimmy says, kissing you again. ”my sweet lamb”, he coos, taking you into his arms. you try to squirm, but your body is still numb. ”shh, ye’re home now”, jimmy purrs.

he suddenly scoops you up, carrying you to another cabin. not yours. he lays you down on a bed, kissing your forehead again. ”ye’ll bleed freely”, he says. ”where’s christian?” you sob. ”donnae worry about him”, jimmy says.

he leaves the room, and some women enter. they wipe your bloody thighs and cunt, bring you water and give you a wet towel on your forehead.

you start sobbing again. to your surprise the women start mimicking your cries, sobbing with you. one even sheds tears. it feels weirdly comforting. it’s like they know how much you’re hurting. this goes on for multiple minutes, your cries filling the cabin.

after the women leave you’re left alone, naked, bleeding and crying. after a while you fall asleep. you have a nightmare about jimmy raping you, about him making you eat his cum. you can taste the salt even in your dream.

you wake up to the feeling of needing to pee. you try standing up, but can’t. what was in the water they gave you? your bladder is about to fucking burst.

the bed is soaked with your blood, your thighs are stained with it.

”help!” you sob. the door opens, it’s jimmy. the last person you want to see. ”go away!” you hiss. ”ye called fer me”, he says, sitting next to you on the bed. ”my wee, bleeding angel”, he says, petting your head.

”can you- can you please get someone to bring me to the bathroom?” you ask, swallowing your shame.

jimmy smiles and brings his hand on your lower stomach, where your bladder is. ”go ahead”, he says. ”or d’ye need tae shit as well?” he asks, almost hopeful. you shake your head with teary eyes. ”please..” you sob.

”shh, angel”, jimmy purrs, starting to press on your bladder. ”stop!” you sob. but he just keeps going. he climbs on the bed, putting his head between your thighs.

you feel like your bladder is about to explode, but you keep holding it in.

jimmy hums, pleased and shoves two fingers inside you, pressing harder on your bladder. you cry out.

that’s when it happens. you start peeing on jimmy’s face and fingers. jimmy lets out a moan and opens his mouth, starting to drink your piss.

you gag at the thought alone.

he puts his mouth on your cunt, drinking straight from the source. he’s gulping it down, moaning like it’s the most delicious juice.

the bed is soaked, so are your thighs. jimmy is drenched as well, his mouth, chin, neck and chest are wet from your piss.

you start bawling as you finish peeing, feeling humiliated. jimmy’s fingers are still inside you. he slowly withdraws them, popping them inside his mouth.

”ye taste so sweet, my angel”, jimmy coos. you keep sobbing loud, vision blurry from all the tears.

”shh, shh, wee lamb, no need tae cry, ye’re wi’ yer future husband now”, he purrs.

”future husband? no way!” you cry. ”aye, it’s true. it’s decided, ye’re tae me my wife, my wee broodmare”, he rambles. ”ye’ll give birth tae my sons and daughters”, he adds. then he forces a wet kiss on your lips.

mwah

you taste your own piss and period blood on his lips, you gag.

you keep crying as jimmy starts kissing away your tears, lips smacking grossly on your skin. ”stop, please stop!” you sob. jimmy chuckles, kissing your nose. ”ye’re gonna have tae get used tae my kisses, angel”, he says.

”c’mon, open yer mouth”, jimmy purrs, coaxing your chin. you spit on his face. he chuckles, bringing your spit to his lips. "no kisses fer ye?" he asks. you shake your head. "too bad", he says, forcing your mouth open, locking lips with you again. his tongue pushes in immediately as he starts sloppily making out with you.

you whimper and try to squirm, but he’s holding you in place. you try turning your head, but he follows every time, not letting you part your lips from his.

he climbs on top of you, continuing kissing you with loud smacks, making you shudder.

"how i wish i could fuck ye now, i bet ye’d feel so nice and warm fer me", jimmy coos against your lips. you can feel his clothed boner pressing against your cunt.

"my wee angel, my baby, i can already see ye pregnant, father told me ye’ll bring me many children", he rambles. "ye’re so young, still so fertile, poor baby, must be tough being locked away wi’ an old man like me", he continues tormenting you. "but ye’ll get used tae it, learn tae love me, like i love ye", he whispers the last part.

"that’s not love! you don’t know me!" you sob. "i know ye, angel", jimmy says. "know how ye’re stuck wi’ grief, ye need someone tae take care of ye", he adds. "i have christian, i love him!" you cry. "no ye don’t", jimmy says, his eyes darkening.

"i could kiss ye fer hours", jimmy purrs, squeezing your cheeks together, giving you yet another wet kiss. "rest now, angel, soon ye’ll participate in the competition", he says. "what competition?" you ask. "where we choose our may queen", jimmy says with a gentle smile. "i don’t wanna, i wanna go home!" you cry. "shh, ye are home", jimmy coos.

he leaves you alone, for now.

hours pass. women come in, cleaning you up, changing the piss and blood stained sheets. despite your protest you’re given a white dress and a flower crown. "come!" one of the women says, taking your hand.

you’re taken to the maypole, where every young woman of the community is already waiting. you’re given more tea, one of the women has to nearly force it down your throat.

then you see christian. "baby!" you yell. "i know what you fucking did!" he yells back at you. you freeze. what?

"ignore him", one of the women says. she’s blonde, blue eyed. she has blue details on her dress. "i’m jimmima", she says. then she embraces you. "it’s starting soon", she says with a smile.

you look at your feet, and see grass growing on them. you’re not sure where you are and why.

an older woman starts speaking in scottish gaelic, then the music starts. everyone starts going around the maypole, you with them. you have a feeling you can’t stop.

your vision is blurry, you try to take peeks at christian, but he’s gone. you feel tears forming in your eyes again. but you can’t stop, you won’t stop.

the music suddenly stops, some girls are already on the ground. the woman says something again. jimmina looks at you with a smirk. when the music starts this time, everyone changes direction. you feel nauseous, like you could actually throw up. your legs are burning already.

but you keep dancing, going around the maypole. when the music stops this time, you’re left with seven other girls. "we’re only eight!" jimmima squeals in joy. you smile at her.

when you start dancing again you can hear the other girls talking to each other in scottish gaelic, but you can suddenly understand them.

"wait, i can understand you!" you say, in perfect scottish gaelic.

"of course ye can, ye’re home!" jimmima says.

when the music stops for the last time you don’t register your surroundings. you don’t notice how all the other girls are on the ground.

"we have our may queen!" the old woman screams in scottish gaelic.

everyone runs to you. jimmima kisses your cheek, embracing you. the women all touch you in some way. your shoulder, your hand. the men smile and congratulate you.

then you see her. your sister. she walks past you. "jenny!" you cry out, but she’s gone in the crowd.

you’re surrounded by crazy people, you understand that much. you had to find a way out of there, you and christian could still escape.

then he’s there. sir jimmy. you frown and try to make a run for it, but he grabs you. "my queen!" he says and kisses you, long and passionate. "i need to see christian!" you say. "ye’ll see him soon", jimmy says, kissing your cheek.

that’s when you make a run for it. you push jimmy out the way and start running like crazy, not really knowing where you’re going. you see a small cabin and decide to hide.

you open the door, but are shocked to see what’s inside. it’s simon, hanging from the ceiling by his back, ripped open. his eyes have flowers on them. a blood eagle.

you scream and run out the cabin, bumping into jimmy. "get away from me!" you scream. but jimmy blows something on your face, blurring all your senses. suddenly you can’t remember where you are.

you’re brought to a carriage, forced inside. some women start carrying you towards a field with cows.

you don’t realize what’s happening at all, but suddenly you’re outside again. jimmima is suddenly holding your hand, making you repeat some scottish gaelic words. it seems like you’re blessing something.

after that you’re brought to the dinner table, forced to drink more mushroom tea.

"eat this, it’s good luck", jimmy ink says, trying to force a raw fish down your throat. you gag and spit it out immediately, and everyone starts laughing, like it’s the best fucking joke ever.

you don’t see christian anywhere.

time starts passing by in a weird way, you’re dragged from one place to another, without you knowing what’s happening. you’re drowned in flowers, a huge dress covered in them. you’re wearing a different flower crown now, a bigger one.

soon you’re brought to yet another cabin, a white room. jimmima and jimmy ink are with you. ”we must get ye ready”, jimmima says. ”for what?” you ask. ”fer yer ceremony, silly!” jimmima chuckles. they undress you from the flower dress and start washing you, rubbing you with wet cloths. they wipe your bloody cunt, you don’t resist them. you’re too out of it.

they put you in a white, long dress. jimmy ink puts some flowers in your hair. ”what a beautiful bride”, jimmima says with a smile. ”bride… what?” you start panicking. ”oh, don’t worry, sir will treat ye so good”, jimmima says. ”right, ink?” she asks. ”sure”, ink says coldly. she doesn’t seem too convincing.

they walk you to the maypole again, where everyone is waiting. sir jimmy is standing there with an older woman. the same woman that tried convincing simon and connie to stay. simon…

you don’t have time to start spiraling before ink and jimmima plant you next to jimmy.

the woman starts speaking in scottish gaelic, you can’t understand anymore.

she takes you and jimmy’s hands, wrapping them together with a red ribbon. you immediately try slapping his hand away, but he grabs your wrist, squeezing painfully.

she says something in scottish gaelic, looking at jimmy.

”aye”, jimmy says.

”do you take this man?” the woman suddenly asks you.

”what… no! not in a million years!” you whine.

”that’s alright”, the woman says, looking at jimmy. ”we will go ahead with the ceremony”, she says.

”no, no! i didn’t say yes!” you cry. ”i want christian!” you start bawling. ”ye’ll see him”, jimmy says coldly.

the woman takes a silver cup and gives it to jimmy. he drinks from it, then he hands it to you. you don’t take it. ”donnae be difficult”, jimmy says. when you don’t drink he forces the liquid down your throat. you gag, whisky.

then he grabs you and forces a kiss on your lips. not a normal kiss. hungry, claiming. he’s swallowing your cries, lips glued hard on yours. everyone cheers, jimmima definitely the loudest. jimmy ink doesn’t make a sound.

the kiss lasts forever in your opinion. when he finally pulls away it with a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.

you start getting really angry, so you try to run off. you would not stay here. that’s when jimmy takes something out of his pocket and blows it on your face again. your vision immediately blurs.

you wake up, sitting on a wooden wheelchair. you can’t move your legs. you can barely talk.

you’re brought in front of a temple, the yellow one where no one was allowed.

there’s a dead bear on a table. the bear you saw when you first arrived. you hear screaming. it’s christian. you look, and see him being dragged by two fingers towards the table.

"babe! help me!" he yells. you can’t do other than cry, suddenly noticing your voice coming back. "c-christian!" you screech, your throat dry. you can’t move.

the other finger knocks christian out. you let out a desperate scream. the thing you see next is so horrifying you wish you could gauge your eyes out.

christian, unconscious is forced inside the gutted bear. you scream and cry, trying to get your legs to move.

then, to your horror you see all the others, being pushed in wheelchairs. no limbs, tree branches on where their limbs would be. stomachs open, fruits instead of guts.

you’re sure that this is some nightmare, had to be. a bad trip.

but as sir jimmy stands next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder you’re brought back to reality. "donnae cry, lamb, it’s all tradition", he coos.

they’re all brought to the yellow temple. you can hear christian waking up, starting to scream.

the temple is then lit on fire. you can hear christians screams. you just bawl, devastated.

everyone else starts screaming, mimicking christian. for a while all you can hear is screaming.

the temple burns, the screams fade. and you’re still crying, mourning your asshole boyfriend.

"time fer the ceremony", jimmy says, starting to push you towards a dark cabin.

"no, no, please no!" you sob, already guessing what’s awaiting you.

you’re brought to a white room, the walls covered in strange, erotic paintings. there’s a man, fabric covering his face. he opens a pot, bringing it to your face. there’s smoke coming out.

"breathe in", he says. you try to hold in your breath, but the smoke covering your face makes you want to cough. and so you breathe it in.

women come in the room. they undress you, leaving you naked, trying to crawl out the door. your legs don’t work. you see jimmima. "don’t fight it", she says.

jimmy scoops you up, starting to carry you towards an ominous-looking door. "no, no, no, no..." you keep repeating, tears completely wetting your cheeks.

there’s no bed, no furniture. just flowers.

jimmy gently lays you down on the floor, so you’re surrounded by flowers. the wooden floor feels hard against your back.

he starts removing his own clothing. soon it all drops on the floor, and you see his cock. it’s fucking massive, hard as hell, oozing precum. the thought alone makes him like that.

someone closes the door, you’re left alone with him. "no, no, no, no... please stop", you sob, desperately moving your head, the only thing in your body that you can move.

"shh, wee lamb, lemme fill ye up", jimmy coos, kissing your teary cheek. "i’ll do anything, just please let me leave!" you beg. "ye aren’t leaving, ever", jimmy says. "ye’re gonna die in this place, wi me", he says.

you keep sobbing as jimmy kisses you, soft and gentle. you bite his lip, the only way you can keep fighting him. jimmy lets out a huff and pulls away, licking the blood off his lip. "feisty wee lamb", he chuckles.

he kisses you again, so you bite him again. he doesn’t pull away this time, just grunts and keeps kissing you. so you try biting him again, harder. you taste his blood.

he pulls away, looking at you with a frown. "i’m a patient man, angel", he says. "but if ye keep testing me i’ll have tae knock ye out", he says. "do it", you say. surely being raped by him and not knowing it would be better than feeling it.

jimmy grits his teeth in annoyance. "ye’re impossible.." he says. "see, i donnae wanna do that. i could break yer legs, would ye want that?" he asks.

you freeze. "that’s what i thought", jimmy says with a grin. "now be a good lamb and let me kiss ye", he says, leaning in, puckering his lips.

you accept your defeat. jimmy keeps eagerly kissing you while softly teasing your clit. even though you can’t feel your legs, you can feel every single twitch of his finger on your cunt.

"they say getting the woman aroused helps wi’ the breeding", jimmy says, like he’s discussing the weather. like raping you is the most natural thing in the world.

jimmy spits on his fingers and brings them back on your clit, rubbing soft circles. you let out an involuntary moan. jimmy smiles and gives you a loving kiss. like he’s your fucking husband. wait... is he?

"my beautiful wife", he coos, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

and then it comes back to you. the wedding, christian. so you start bawling loud. "no, no, no, no.. christian", you sob. jimmy lets out an annoyed huff. "donnae speak his name during our moment", he hisses. "ye’re my wife now, ye’re not his anymore. he’s ashes", he torments you.

he’s seemingly upset that you’re crying so loud, but he keeps teasing your clit, making your legs shake involuntarily.

"ye’re gonna come fer me", he says, like it’s an order. you shake your head, sobbing loud. but you can’t ignore the burning feeling between your legs.

it’s like he knows exactly how to touch you. nothing like christian. he’s driving your body insane, and you hate it so much. hate how your legs shake, how your body twitches even though you can’t move by yourself.

you squirt hard on his fingers then. so you cry louder, humiliated. "stop crying", jimmy says, clearly upset. he doesn’t like the fact that you’re not enjoying this. sure, he can still get off. but he’d prefer if you were into it, into him.

"i want ye docile, i want ye tae kiss me, tae touch me", he says. "fuck you", you spit through your tears. jimmy grunts and slaps your clit, hard. you whimper. then he goes back to rubbing it, like he’s forcing it out of you. and he is.

one more twitch of his thumb and you come, hard, legs shaking uncontrollably. "there she is", jimmy purrs, satisfied.

then he lines up, rubbing the thick head of his cock on your cunt. "no, please, i don’t wanna.. please no", you sob, trying to appeal to his soft side.

but he doesn’t budge, just starts pushing inside. you whimper as the tip enters, way too big to fit properly. he surely was not going to put it in all the way, right?

but he keeps shoving himself inside you by force, brutally splitting you open. you actually scream a bit from pain as he bottoms out.

"shh.. baby", jimmy coos. he sets a brutal pace, slamming inside you hard and fast. it’s like he’s punishing you for crying. his cock is red from your blood.

"stop, it hurts!" you bawl. jimmy ignores you. "at least go slower!" you whine. he ignores you again, like he’s angry at you.

his hips are slamming against yours, his balls hitting your ass as he fucks into you like he wants to break you from the inside.

"ye shoulda been a good wee lamb, maybe then i would’ve been gentle.." he grunts.

"i’ll be good, please, go slower!" you cry. "too late", jimmy says.

jimmy starts moaning and shaking on top of you. his cock hits your g-spot again and again, mixing the intense pain with pleasure.

he wasn’t lying when he talked about filling you up. he really is filling you up, uncomfortably so.

you start dissociating, only feeling pain. throbbing, stinging pain. you stare at the ceiling, flowers painted on it. in the middle of the flowers, a naked man and a woman in an embrace. they look happy, like lovers, unlike you. this was not love. this was something sinister, something cursed. something you hear in stories, where a prince comes to save the princess from the devil. but no one is coming to save you, no one knows where you are.

”look at me”, jimmy’s voice brings you back. you squeeze your eyes shut. he forces them open, plants more kisses on your cheeks. like you’re making love.

he starts going rougher, faster, almost clumsy. he’s close. ”ye were made tae be bred”, he says. ”made fer me, my wife, my soul”, he rambles, planting another kiss on your lips.

he’s panting hard. he leans in, moaning in your ear. you feel even more violated somehow.

”yes- fuck yes- my angel”, he moans, softly nibbling on your ear.

then he says something you don’t understand. ”a thasgaidh”, he whispers.

a few more thrusts and he comes, shaking and moaning your name. his cock is buried deep inside you, his warm cum pouring inside your cunt. he comes a lot.

you cry as he pulls out. cry as he forces you to put your legs up, so that you will surely get pregnant. you’re still bleeding, the floor under you is bloody.

”i’ll be fucking ye every morning, afternoon and night from now on”, jimmy says. ”even more than that”, he adds. ”so ye better get used tae it, ye must at least pretend tae enjoy it”, he orders you.

”i won’t”, you sob. ”never”, you add. jimmy looks at you, almost with pity. it’s like he doesn’t want to hurt you, yet he still did it. and will keep doing it. until you break.

he kisses your forehead. for a while there’s just you and him, your new husband. then the door opens.

you spend all night crying. the women cry with you, jimmima and jimmy ink with them. you’re in your new home, a white cabin in the middle of the commune. painted walls, a large bed. that’s where you’ll spend your life with jimmy.

you try to escape, once, twice. so they tie you to the bed. they keep you naked, so that you’re ready for jimmy.

and when he comes in again you bawl, beg, scream, thrash. he holds you down and fucks you soft, gentle this time. cooing, kissing away your tears. telling you how much he loves you, rambling something in his language. like you’re his whole world.

you wake up with a throbbing pain between your legs. jimmy’s next to you, snoring. you try to wiggle of the restraints, but it’s impossible.

you imagine your life here. as jimmy’s wife, more like his prisoner. is every day going to be just him raping you? you start crying so loud you wake up jimmy.

”my poor wee lamb, crying first thing in the morning?” he purrs, giving you a kiss on the cheek. that makes you cry harder.

”ye must keep quiet, yer bawling will wake everyone up”, he says.

when you don’t stop he climbs on top of your face, pulling down his pants, revealing his hard cock.

”can’t cry wi’ yer mouth full, can ye?” he says with a smirk.

”d-don’t-”, you start, but jimmy’s quick, shoving his cock deep down your throat in one go.

you gag, spit and bile bursting out of your mouth. he starts mouthfucking you, brutally slamming inside your throat.

his balls slam against your chin, wet smacks and your gagging filling the room.

you grind his cock with your teeth, planning on biting. ”if ye bite i’ll really break yer legs, make ye bedbound”, jimmy hisses.

he starts going faster, moaning your name. you hate hearing him say it, it sounds wrong.

he grabs your head and starts moving you, slamming inside your throat even harder. you feel like you need to vomit, but it never comes up. you don’t remember the last time you ate.

his cock tastes like salt on your tongue, precum already oozing out the tip. you have no choice but to swallow, he’s suffocating you.

”that’s it, my good girl”, jimmy moans, getting closer to his release.

then he stops, coming inside your mouth with a loud moan. you can feel his cum pouring straight down your throat. so you start gulping it down.

when he pulls out you’re still crying, your mouth covered in snot, bile and drool.

jimmy starts licking the filth off you, his tongue even going to your nose. you shudder.

”ye did so good”, he praises you. ”i’ll be fucking ye after breakfast”, he says. ”make sure ye’re properly bred”, he adds.

you notice the bump one morning as you stare in the mirror. you’ve been losing weight, so it’s noticeable. you start crying immediately. yeah, you’ve been vomiting and your period didn’t come, but you didn’t want to believe it. not until now.

jimmy is over the moon. he knew you were pregnant, but now he has proof. he drags you around the commune, or what you now call the cult, showing your belly to everyone. everyone is overjoyed, expect for ink. she seems to feel sorry for you. ink is always going somewhere, to the city. you wish she’d take you with her.

jimmy can’t stop kissing on your belly, trying to listen and feel kicks. of course, it would be a while until that would happen.

he spends hours just giving your belly kisses, stroking your thighs, eating you out. that’s how you spend most your days, in bed with jimmy.

he doesn’t let you even work in the garden anymore. most you can do is kitchen work, sitting down. he watches over you at all times, not leaving you out of his sight.

and no one else touches you but him. not even a hug. you crave for human connection, for something real. you still cry every time jimmy touches you.

you have fantasies of burning the whole place down, of sinking a knife in jimmys chest. fantasies of christian coming to rescue you. but he’s dead.

you start producing early milk at week 18. jimmy is overjoyed, eagerly suckling on your milk every time he has the chance.

he massages your nipples to get the milk to come out and latches on like a baby, moaning and purring like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

”nothing sweeter than a young mother’s milk”, he coos.

he treats you like you’re sacred, his touch always gentle and loving. now that you’re pregnant he sees you as easily breakable.

he loves fucking you in doggy, your swollen belly bouncing from him slamming inside you. and he fucks you every morning, afternoon and night or more, exactly like he said he would. every single day.

your water breaks as you’re cutting carrots in the kitchen. you had begged jimmy to let you do some cooking.

you’re quickly rushed to a temple, made for giving birth. you’re surrounded by flowers again.

jimmy holds your hand, kissing your cheeks and encouraging you.

you scream and cry, cursing at everyone around you. you curse at the cult, insulting everything they do. and you tell jimmy how much you despise him.

”baby, ye’re doing so good-”, he starts, but you cut him off.

”fuck you! i fucking hate you, i hope you die!” you curse at him.

no one gets upset. the women mimic your cries as you push out the baby, blood gushing out on the floor.

the baby pops out surprisingly easy, even though it feels like you’re ripping in half.

jimmy cuts the umbilical cord, taking the baby in his arms. you can hear it crying.

”it’s a babygirl”, jimmy says, overjoyed.

oh no. a girl? you really had hoped for a boy. you hate the idea of raising a girl in this fucked up environment. but maybe she wouldn’t be a prisoner, like you. maybe she could go out into the world, like jimmy snake did.

you cry as jimmy hands you the baby. for a moment you despise her, you have a thought about choking her to death. but then she starts searching for your breast, fussing and wiggling like a little worm.

”don’t worry, i’ll make sure you’ll be free”, you whisper.

everyone takes care of the baby, you don’t get much alone time with her, only when you’re breastfeeding.

jimmy keeps drinking your milk, praising you for how sweet you taste. you spend more time with him than your baby, who jimmy named isla.

jimmy gets his sexual satisfaction from sucking on your milk or fucking your mouth, since the elders advised to wait at least four weeks, even more before having sex again. he fucked your ass a couple of times, but you cried so loud he didn’t want to keep doing it, afraid that you’d get hurt.

the days go by in a haze. you in bed, jimmy giving you kisses, praising the new mother. you and jimmy with isla, her grabbing your finger, looking at you with blue eyes, jimmy’s eyes. you hate that she has his eyes.

you’re pregnant again in no time, jimmy says that’s how you were meant to be. he adores your milk, the way your belly and breasts get swollen. he loves seeing you pregnant, it turns him on.

you hope for a boy this time. for someone who won’t suffer the same fate as you.

one night, like all the others you’re in bed with jimmy. isla is asleep in her bed in the other room. she’s surprisingly independent.

jimmy’s kissing on your swollen belly, stroking his cock. then he leans in, pulling your dress to the side, exposing your breasts.

”ye’re gonna beg fer me tae stop again, ye’re gonna cry?” jimmy asks.

you say nothing, staring at the window. you can see the moonlight.

”good”, jimmy says. ”ye’re getting better”, he adds.

he starts rubbing your nipples between his fingers, until your milk starts pouring out. he latches on, sucking on your nipple, gulping down your milk.

you let out a small whimper, which seems to arouse jimmy even more.

”good girl, sing fer me”, he mumbles, mouth full. ”father promised me a boy this time”, he says, looking at you lovingly. ”he’ll be strong, like ye”, he says.

as jimmy pins you down on the bed and starts lining up, you start thinking about christian. the very beginning of your relationship. he was so gentle with you, so loving.

you can’t stop the tears this time. jimmy frowns. ”oh?” he sighs. ”that’s alright, cry all ye want, sweet wife, but donnae wake up isla”, he says.

you cry quiet and soft. every thrust hurts, every slam of his hips makes you whimper. you’re reminded that this is your life now. forever. soon it will be you on that cliff, with some poor girl watching.

and that poor girl will be forced to marry your son, and so the cycle will continue.

you have nightmares that night, terrible ones.

and when you wake up, jimmy’s there, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. your tears don’t stop, you’re afraid they’ll never stop.

and they never do.

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