Here’s a drawing I did of her! I know the poll isn’t over yet, but I got hit with inspiration last week and just started working on it lol. I almost gave up because I felt like it looks nothing like Emma Laird, but the concept I had in mind made it super hard to find good references, so the vibe shifted a bit along the way.
After I posted the WIP and y’all liked it, I was motivated to finish! In this post I included a bunch of closeups of my favorite parts. So it’s her face, her little MOTHER pin (I grabbed the reference from some saint on Twitter), my original concept sketch from a school club meeting (it looks genuinely terrifying lmaooo), and a peek at what the piece looks like underneath the top render layer.
I also added a closeup of the guy she’s holding. Finding references for that part was… difficult when I’m not exactly into looking at gore just so I can draw. (Lowkey Imagined a GOT type of thing where after this she’s gonna put the head on a SHTICK) I ended up using mannequin heads and my own melt maxing selfie as reference instead. This was also my first time trying to make something look like a flash photo, which I always wanted to tryyyy!!
Anyway, let me know what y’all think! And yes….she’s holding some poor man’s head, not an infected (evil ahh Jimmy gang 🥺)
weow its done!! // i created my own meme and acted on it bcause Jack has soooo many amazing roles but i guess a few stood out to me and sticked to me.
anyway,i would want to throw a brick at a third of those roles on here LMAO
WANNA FUCKING TEAR YOU APART. Pt 2. ( Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal x Reader )
AUTHOR NOTE! I need more suggestions, plz send some. <3
pairing: Sir Lord Jimmy Crystal x Favorite Finger! Reader
prompt : Now that you know that you're Jimmy's favorite, you take full advantage of the fact.
word count: 1,000+ words
Make em’ eat shite. The advice left you conflicted, toying with your hands as you let it bounce around in your head for a while. If you did, it could end badly. But, if you didn’t, it would only get worse. It was a shite or worse shite. Embrace or endure. You didn’t want to endure anymore⎯that’s why you joined in the first place. Jimmy promised you community, a cure to your suffering, that you would never feel the way that you had traveling on your own. You just needed to let him in, so you did. Perhaps, this time you needed to let him in as well⎯to let him spoil you, to let him dote on you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, to embrace being his favorite.
“They won’t believe you..none of them.”
That was true. You had no one but yourself⎯to trust, to look out for. Ink would always be loyal to Jimmy. But, what was to say that one day that she wouldn’t snap? That one day her loyalty to him would falter? That she too would turn against you?
“They’ll probably try to kill you if he shows you any more favoritism.”
That was even more true. They couldn’t handle the idea of you being the favorite already as is. What would happen if you dared to go through with it and really did something with Jimmy? When you gave him a kiss on the cheek? When you smugly take whatever he offered to you? Would they throw a tantrum? Would they glare? Would they murmur about you amongst each other? Would they attack you when Jimmy wasn’t looking? Would they slit your throat in the middle of the night?
“Only way to get out of it is to take advantage at this point. Make em’ eat shite.”
Ink was right. She was, even if you didn’t want to admit it aloud. You needed to embrace this. You needed to make them eat their words. You needed to make them eat shite.
Make em’ eat shite. It kept repeating over and over in your head, like a mantra of sorts. You needed to play into being the favorite, but not too much to the point where Jimmy would feel as if you were taking advantage of him. You needed to be smart. You needed to be subtle. You needed it to be just…enough. Chewing on the inside of your cheek in thought, you snap out of your daze as Snake and Jones nudge you, motioning for you to take the empty space beside their sleeping bags. Shaking your head softly with a soft friendly smile in rejection, you move your sleeping bag closer towards Jimmy’s, to the point where the both of you would be cuddling together.
“Fuck you doing?” Snake questions, placing his sleeping bag on top of Jones’s.
“Saving myself from having to hear the two of you fingering and snogging each other all night.” You shrug casually, “I value my beauty sleep.”
“Pff, we do not!” Jones argues, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.
“Liars.” You argue, “Everyone knows the two of you are shagging, no use in lying about it. I just don’t wanna hear it all night long.”
Plopping your backpack on top of the sleeping bag, you make sure that your distinct lilac would be seen by all the others, the first stone being thrown in what was to come. The pair raise a brow in curiosity, but don’t say anything more about it. Sauntering towards the campfire, you fake a shiver, hovering your hands above the flames to warm them. You needed to get to Jimmy without being too brazen or blunt about it. Eyeing the others from the corner of your eye, everyone had fallen into their own nightly routine, working around each other like ships passing in an old harbor.
Fox and Shite play wrestling with each other to see who would be the one to tap out first. Jones and Snake trying to place their sleeping bags as close as humanly possible. Jimmima preening her makeshift pillow of ratty old stuffed animals until it was perfect enough for her to sleep on. Rubbing your hands together to pretend to spread the heat to your cold fingers, you casually move out of the way as Ink and Jimmy Jimmy place a pot of hot water to boil on some charcoaled logs, standing right next to Jimmy. So close, but not as close as you wanted to be.
“You skin the rabbit yet?” Ink questions, nudging some charcoal around with a stick.
“Nah, I thought we were going to.” Jimmy Jimmy argues, shaking his head.
“I told you to do it.”
“Aw, fuck.” Jimmy Jimmy grumbles, “Shite, where’d you put it?”
“I left it with you.” Ink argues, shooting him a look.
“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head childishly.
“The fuck you mean nuh-uh?” Ink scoffs harshly, “I fuckin’ did.”
Faking another shiver, you move a little closer towards him, your hip brushing up against his shoulder as he sits down on a log. Raising a brow at the action, Jimmy nudges you softly with a chuckle, a light-hearted motion to watch where you were going. Feigning innocence at the nudge, you flash him a sheepish smile, moving to sit down on the opposite end of the log. Just close enough to be within arms reach, but far enough for him to feel the gap between you. Reaching out as if seeking the warmth of the flames, you move, not towards him but away. You wanted him to notice, too feel like he had done something wrong. It'd only draw him closer to you like you wanted.
“What ya’⎯” He questions, rasing a brow.
“Sorry, it’s cold.” You scoot away, “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you, Jimmy? I mean, I could go sit by Ink, if that would be better⎯”
“No, no, sit., sit here with me. It’s warm here.” He shakes his head, pulling you closer by the waist.
“Thank you, Jimmy.” You flash a sheepish smile, “You didn’t really have to.”
“Nah, it’s nothing, I can’t have you getting sick.” He dismisses, eyeing you carefully.
Forcing your body to tremble from the imaginary cold, your teeth chatter together softly, catching his attention. Frowning deeply at the sound, he pulls you closer, to the point where you’re half on his lap and half on the log. Snuggling into his side as if seeking out his warmth, you grip onto his sleeve, resting your head on his shoulder. He tenses for a second, as if shocked by your sudden affection before relaxing into it like a touch starved child. Letting out a content hum as he relaxes, you glance around the rest of the camp fire, playing with his ringed fingers.
Catching Jimmima’s eye from across the camp fire, you flash her a smug grin, scooting a little further into Jimmy’s lap just to provoke her even more. Her face goes hard, her jaw visibly clenching in barely restrained anger. Placing his free hand atop of your knee, he gives it a gentle affectionate squeeze, his ringed thumb rubbing tender circles. A tiny part of you did feel bad for leading Jimmy on, for using him like this. But, another part of you was kind of enjoying this doting. It was nice to be touched like this⎯soft and loving. It had been a long time since someone touched you like this.
“You’re so warm, it feels nice.” You mumble, casually shifting your gaze back onto him.
“Am I?” He chuckles, pulling you closer.
“Yeah.” You nod, “Feels like it’s getting colder with each night that passes.”
“Aye, we’re moving closer to Scotland. It gets colder there.”
“Yeah?” You hum, “How much more are we going to go up North? I don’t have a thick enough sleeping bag for the snow, Jimmy.”
“Just a wee bit, there’s that old waterpark, remember? We’ll camp there for a few weeks until the demons settle.” He explains, his grip tightening on your knee.
“Will you keep me warm up there?” You question, putting on your best innocent look.
“Aye.” He nods, not hesitating for a second.
Letting out your best giggle at his words, you could feel the tension around your growing thicker, more eyes drawn to the both of you. You could practically hear their thoughts⎯judging you, questioning you. You had never been this affectionate before, ever with anyone. It must have been strange to them, to see you curled up on Jimmy’s lap and giggling as if it was the most natural thing ever⎯as if you had done this a hundred times before. Playing with one of the more outlandish rings on his finger, you slip it off his finger daringly, putting it your own. It didn’t fit in the slightest, too big and out of place on you. Letting out a soft snicker as you proudly show it off, Jimmy pulls you full onto his lap, chin resting on your shoulder.
“What do you think, Jimmy?” You joke, “Does it suit me?”
“Nah.” He snorts, hot breath fanning against the side of your neck.
“No?” You let out a fake offended scoff, “And what are you saying, then? That gold isn’t my color? That I should just stick to lilac?”
“Aye, now be a good girl and give it back.” He clicks his tongue, holding his hand out expectedly for you to put it back on his finger.
“Well, I think gold is my color.” You slid the ring back on him, “Gold and lilac go together, almost as good as lilac and velvet or lilac and plum do. Don't you think?”
Perhaps, you were pushing the boundaries far too quickly. Perhaps, you really should slow down and be more subtle. You should. But, you didn’t. Jimmy didn’t complain or give you a warning look just yet to behave. So, why not really push it? Chewing on your bottom lip innocently, you place the palm of your hand into his, staring at the size difference between both of your hands in fake fascination. Giggling and making a show of just how much Jimmy was bigger than you, you smile widely at him, your nose nudging against his a few times from the closeness of your faces. It was sickening and theatric, the kind of affection that Jones and Snake would often show that made every fake a gag of mock disgust. Only this time it was you and Jimmy.
“Told you they were shagging.” Someone fakes a gag.
“Piss off with that gross shite.” Someone else adds, snickering.
“Told you, fuckin’ slag.”
“Do you think Old Nick will show us more lost souls while we’re up in Scotland, Jimmy? We haven’t done a charity in a while.” You question, ignoring the hushed comments floating in the air.
“Aye, he will.” He nods, “Soon enough.”
“Good, I was hoping to hear you preach again. I always love to hear you preach whenever you do charity, Jimmy.” You explain, flashing him a big cheery grin.
"Aye?"
"Mm-hm, almost as much as I enjoy being around you." You hum, playing with his fingers.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @h3r3t1c ILY🥰🎀🎂 this is your present, i hope you like it🎁 also this is quite LONG sorry… idk why i added the psychosis thing i felt like i wanted to explore what being constantly raped and giving birth to an unwanted baby does to someone. i think i lowkey hate this one but whatever
synopsis: you’re trying to survive, when you meet a strange cult. and their leader, who’s determined to make you his.
race/appearance neutral reader!
WARNINGS: dead dove, noncon, reader is a sex slave, hallucinations, psychosis, loss of self, piv, oral on f, rimming (f receiving), sloppy kissing, lactation kink, pregnant sex, breastfeeding, pregnancy, mommy kink, childbirth, sex shortly after childbirth, dacryphilia, forced captivity, stockholm syndrome, handcuffs, jimmy is STINKY
tags: @theabhartachsbride
song:
what day is it? what time is it? are you dead?
the sunlight teases your bruised skin through the thin curtains, the trees humming in the wind. the window is open. you could escape from there, if it weren’t for the handcuffs.
your mouth feels dry, your body is numb. it’s like you’re not even there. you chuckle to yourself, not remembering where you are and why.
you wonder why you’re naked, why your body is filled with bruises and bite marks. there’s some blood and other stains on the bed, you’re laying in filth.
then you hear it. someone calling for your name. it’s like they’re in the room.
”hello?” you call out.
again.
”mom?” you say, your eyes watering up.
”i’m here, dove”, your mom’s voice calls. you can see her shadow in the corner of the room.
”mom, can we go home?” you ask, tears falling from your eyes.
”we’ll go home, sweetheart, i promise”, she says, voice soft and gentle.
”mom, why did you have to die?” you ask, now fully crying.
”i’m so sorry, love”, she says. she steps into the light. it’s her, no mistake.
she walks up to the bed and gently pets your hair, you can feel the warmth of her palm.
”do you hear that?” your mom asks.
footsteps
”he’s coming, i have to go”, she says.
”who’s he?” you ask.
then the door opens.
a year earlier.
you can’t sleep. the day has been exhausting, too many infected. and even though you’re tired you keep laying with your eyes wide open, staring at the moldy, overgrown ceiling.
you’ve been on your own for some time. your mom was killed by the infected, along with your boyfriend. you couldn’t save them. you blame yourself for it every day.
dr. kelson gave you some supplies the last time you saw him. you like him, even though he is a bit strange. still, you prefer being on your own.
suddenly you hear footsteps outside the old building. you sit up, taking your knife.
”she went here, i saw her!” a young voice calls.
you stand up, squeezing the knife in your hand.
then you see them.
three odd-looking young people. one girl and two boys. the girl wears a blue tracksuit, the other boy a white one, and the second boy a green one.
”hey there”, the girl speaks. ”i’m jimmima”, she says, smiling at you. ”this is jimmy snake, and that’s jimmy jimmy”, she says, pointing at the guys.
you tell them your name, still holding the knife. you’re happy to see other survivors, even though they seem a bit weird.
”what are ye doin’ here by yerself?” jimmima asks.
”i lost my mom and my boyfriend”, you say.
”that’s awful”, jimmy snake says.
”ye should come with us!” jimmima says.
”i’ve been okay by myself, thank you”, you say.
”maybe fer now, but what happens when ye run into too many infected? or meet evil men that wanna ruin ye?” jimmima says.
you stay silent, she does have a point.
”where would you take me?” your ask.
”to a house near here, we never stay in one place for too long though”, jimmima says.
”how many are you?” your ask.
”eight!” she says.
you start thinking about it. sure, you have no idea who these people are and what are their intentions, but they seem nice enough. young, like you. and there’s a girl, that makes you feel more at ease.
”are there more girls there?” your ask.
jimmima grins. ”ye like lassies?” she asks. ”i- i didn’t mean-”, you quickly say.
”there’s me and jimmy ink”, jimmima says.
”i’ll come with you”, you say.
”great!” jimmima says, smiling. ”sir will be happy to meet ye”, she says.
”sir?” you repeat, growing suspicious.
”he’s awesome, ye’ll love him”, jimmima says.
you feel uneasy, but decide to follow them anyways. the walk is quite long, jimmima was clearly lying about it being close by.
you walk in silence, the guys taking a peek at you at times.
then you arrive. an white cabin with a barn and some other buildings. there’s even sheep.
inside you don’t see many people, they must be sleeping. there’s two in the kitchen.
one young boy, wearing a navy blue tracksuit. and then there’s him.
a man, early or late thirties, you can’t really tell from the way he’s dressed. a purple, velour tracksuit. golden chains hanging from his neck. rings on each finger. and a tiara on his head. he’s blonde, with a bit above shoulder-length, messy hair.
”what do we have here, eh?” he speaks.
”we found her all by herself”, jimmima says.
”a lonely wee lass, huh?” the man says, grinning, revealing his nasty, yellow teeth. some of them are blackened.
the way he’s speaking about you immediately makes your skin crawl. you wonder if you’ve made a terrible mistake.
”i- i don’t have to stay, i can go-”, you start, but the man cuts you off.
”nonsense. ye’re our guest now”, he says. he stands up, walking up to you.
”name’s jimmy”, he says. ”sir lord jimmy crystal, but ye can call me jimmy”, he adds with a smirk.
you immediately realize that he’s the boss.
”ye must be tired, c’mon”, jimmy says, leading you through a hallway and up some stairs.
he shows you to an empty room. there’s a bed and a table, along with a window.
”thank you”, you say.
”aye, ye’re home now, lass”, he says, patting you on the back. you shudder from his touch.
”get some sleep, i’ll put ye tae work tomorrow”, he says.
”work?” you ask.
”ye’ll see”, jimmy says.
of course, everyone has to do their part. you suspect that it will be something like cooking or gathering supplies.
you lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. you do feel safer when there’s other people around. maybe you’ll make a life for yourself with them. they seem nice enough, expect for the boss. he creeps you out.
you close your eyes, and quickly drift off to sleep. you dream of your boyfriend. at one point you wake up from a nightmare and swear that there’s someone in your room, but you quickly fall asleep again.
you wake up teary-eyed, you had terrible nightmares all night.
you stand up and stretch, the morning sun peeking through the curtains.
downstairs everyone is already eating breakfast.
”a sleepyhead, huh?” jimmy says with a smirk.
you sit next to jimmima, but you can’t eat. you’d feel wrong taking their food.
”c’mon, eat”, jimmy says. you hesitate for a while before obeying.
you haven’t had a decent breakfast in weeks, so it’s nice to be eating real food.
”ye sleep well?” jimmy asks. you nod. ”good, today will be a big day fer ye”, he says. you have no idea what plans he has for you, but you were expecting to be put to work.
after everyone is done eating jimmy orders his gang different tasks. some leave to go searching for a new place to stay, some stay to prep for lunch.
”ye.. ye have a special task”, jimmy says to you.
”what is it?” you ask. jimmy makes you follow him to your bedroom.
”umm, so what are we doing here-”, you start, but are startled by jimmy grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him.
”n-no”, you say, trying no push him off.
”no?” jimmy repeats. ”i was so kind to let ye stay with us, ye need tae pay somehow”, he says.
”i-i can cook and clean, even hunt!” you say, panicking.
”i already got people doing those things, but no one tae warm my bed… besides, ye’re way too pretty tae be doin’ any other work than this”, jimmy says, grinning.
he reeks. like old, dried up sweat. you almost gag from the smell.
jimmy leans in to kiss you, but you stubbornly turn your head. you’d rather die than have him kiss you with that nasty mouth.
jimmy chuckles. ”ye donnae want a smooch?” he asks. you shake your head. ”if you’re gonna do it then please, no kissing.. just get it over with”, you say. ”i swear i won’t fight you if you’ll be quick about it!” you add, with teary eyes.
jimmy chuckles again. ”where’s the fun in that? a lass as beautiful as ye deserves tae be worshipped, like a saint”, he says. ”ye’re gon’ be me mary magdalene”, he says.
then he kisses you, his lips feel damp against yours. his breath really stinks, like he never brushes his teeth.
he’s moaning, licking into you, sloppy and wet. he forces his tongue inside your mouth, twirling it against yours. you try to squirm, but it’s no use.
he’s slobbering all over your mouth while kissing you, smacking loudly. you have shivers going down your spine. you gag from his stench, and jimmy chuckles against yours lips. you feel his grin while he kisses you.
he finally parts with your lips, followed by a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.
mwah
he looks at you with a grin. ”so fuckin’ perfect fer me, pretty lass”, he says.
you start crying.
jimmy pouts at you. ”aww, poor lass, donnae cry, here, jimmy will make it betta”, he cooes at you.
then his lips crash against yours again. he’s placing wet, non-stop kisses on your lips and cheeks.
then he throws you on the bed, climbing on top of you, pinning you down on the mattress.
”stop, please!” you plead, tears rolling down your face.
”shh, lovey, i’ll make ye feel real’ good”, jimmy purrs.
then he kisses you again, almost lovingly. it’s a soft, gentle kiss, like he’s trying to calm you down.
”mmh”, he moans into the kiss, wiping away your tears. ”sweet wee babe, donnae cry”, he purrs at you.
then he starts pulling down your shirt, revealing your breasts. you quickly cover yourself up, trying to escape from his penetrating gaze. he tsk’s. ”donnae act silly, lass”, he says, forcing your arms to the side.
he stares at you for a while, mouth open, eyes fixated on your breasts. ”look at ye”, he says, in awe. ”so beautiful”, he adds. then he unzips your pants, pulling them down. ”look at yer wee tum, so cute”, he cooes, like he’s talking to a child.
he descends, putting his mouth on your breasts. he hungrily takes one of your breasts in his mouth, flicking his tongue on your nipple. you whimper from the sensation.
he starts suckling on your breast with loud smacking noises, drooling all over your skin. he’s fondling the other one with his hand, squeezing your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
he’s moaning, like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted.
he’s sucking on your nipple like a baby searching for milk, desperate whimpers leaving his lips.
”imagine these full of milk”, he purrs. ”i’ll make ye me wee broodmare”, he says. ”what’s that?” you ask, teary-eyed. jimmy chuckles. ”ye’ll see”, he says, kissing your nipple.
he gives your other breast some attention as well, suckling on it passionately. ”mmh”, he moans against your tit.
you start crying harder.
”shh, shh, no, no, none o’that now”, jimmy cooes, talking as if you were a child again.
he leans in on you. ”gimme a smooch, lovey”, he purrs, waiting for a kiss.
you turn your head, your tears wetting the pillow.
jimmy follows, forcing his lips on yours. you keep crying as he kisses you.
he gently pulls down your panties, leaving them at your knee. then he starts twirling his fingers on your cunt, like he’s testing before violating you.
”n-no, stop!” you cry. jimmy gives you a toothy grin. his decayed teeth disgust you. ”ye can plead an’ cry as much as ye want, but i’ll take what’s mine”, he says.
he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them. ”mmh”, he moans. ”sweetest wee thing”, he cooes.
then he starts placing sloppy kisses down your neck and throat. he descends, suckling on yours breast again, eager tongue flicking on your nipples.
”cutest wee tum ever”, he purrs, kissing on your belly. then he licks it, tongue dragging on your skin. he descends even lower with his kisses, moving down to your lower thigh.
he rubs his cheek on your thigh, purring. ”ye smell delicious”, he says. ”a wee treat fer me”, he adds.
he licks your cunt, slow and savoring. ”mmh”, jimmy moans. ”ye’ll be me lunch”, he says.
”please stop”, you whine. ”shh, shh, lovey”, jimmy cooes, kissing your clit.
then his mouth is on you. he’s sucking hungrily at your clit, moaning while doing so. he starts humping the bed while licking into you, chasing his own release.
jimmy suddenly shoves two fingers inside your cunt as he sucks on your clit. he starts pumping them in and out of you, your squirt all over his face.
”n-no, stop”, you moan, raising your head to look at jimmy. he’s feasting on your cunt, head smushed against your wet folds.
you just cry, completely humiliated.
jimmy’s relentless, sucking on you until your legs are shaking and you’re squirting all over him.
his fingers don’t stop either as he thrusts them in you again and again.
he hooks his fingers inside you, making you moan in pleasure.
jimmy chuckles against your cunt, pleased. he loves the way your soft walls clench around his fingers.
”come fer me, lovey”, he mumbles.
your cry as you squirt on his face again, your release ripped from you. jimmy withdraws his fingers from your cunt, putting them inside his mouth.
then he leans in on your other hole, looking at it in awe. ”ye’re so cute down here”, he says, rubbing his thumb on your hole. he spreads your buttocks.
”n-not there, please”, you cry. jimmy ignores you as he gives your hole a gentle kiss, then putting his whole mouth on it.
he starts flicking his tongue on your puckered hole, twirling it around. then he pushes his tongue inside.
you let out a whimper as he licks into your ass, it feels uncomfortable at best.
jimmy moans and keeps humping the bed, turned on by your salty taste.
he pushes his tongue deeper, mouth glued to your ass.
you keep crying.
he finally stops. he licks through your ass and cunt, then he kisses your belly.
”sweetest wee thing”, he cooes.
then he pulls down his pants. he’s huge down there. it’s thick and long, the broad tip already wet with precum.
he gives you a gentle kiss before rubbing his cock on your folds, making you whimper.
then he starts pushing in, slowly. ”shite, ye’re tight”, jimmy grunts, clearly having a hard time getting inside you.
he continues, his cock slowly filling you up. your walls clench around him as he bottoms out. you let out a whimper, it hurts.
”such a wee cunt”, jimmy cooes, kissing your forehead.
he moves, almost pulling out. then he slams inside you, balls-deep. you cry out in pain. ”shh, shh, lovey, it’ll feel good soon”, jimmy cooes. then he repeats the motion. ”f-fuck”, he moans.
then he starts snapping his hips back and forth, thrusting inside you, his big cock filling every inch oh you.
you cry and whimper, biting your lip. it burns.
”ah, lovey, ye’re perfect”, jimmy moans, leaning in to kiss you. he forces his nasty mouth on you, teeth crashing against yours.
he continues kissing you while fucking into you, his balls slamming against your ass.
his cock feels hot inside you as he pounds inside again and again. jimmy’s panting, sweat forming on his forehead.
his rings are digging into the soft skin of your thighs, marking you.
”ahh, lovey, ’m gonna cum, make ye a mummy”, he purrs.
”no, please don’t!” you cry. but jimmy doesn’t listen as he buries himself deep inside you, thick ropes of cum pouring inside your ruined cunt.
jimmy crashes on top of you, his stench filling your nose, making you gag.
he lets his cock go soft inside you, then he pulls out, cum leaking on the bed.
he takes out handcuffs. you try to resist, but he ends up cuffing you to the bed.
”ah, this is how ye were meant tae be”, he says, kissing your cheek.
he stands up. ”i have stuff tae do, ye behave now while ’m gone”, he says.
you’re left alone, handcuffed to the bed, tears in your eyes.
at noon jimmy brings you lunch, feeding it to you. he doesn’t let you out of the chains for the whole day. in the evening he lets you go to the bathroom.
you cry the whole day, jimmy sometimes coming in to comfort you. he’s sweet in theory, kissing your cheeks and forehead, hushing you, whispering sweet words into your ear. ”shh, me wee babe”, he cooes. ”i’ll be takin’ care of ye now”, he says.
at night he comes into the room, immediately taking off his pants. he fucks you again, the chains rattling from the violation.
then he falls asleep next to you, snoring.
you don’t sleep. in fact you don’t sleep for a long time.
seven months later
yet another new house, this one large, with multiple buildings in the yard. sheep and chickens. the people that lived here are long gone, flayed alive.
you’re chained to the bed like always, your wrists scarred.
you’re staring at the wall, counting minutes. you’re always bored out of your mind. at least you change locations so you get to walk and see the sun.
jimmy doesn’t let you out of his sight even for a second while you’re not cuffed, especially now that you’re pregnant.
he walks beside you, following you even when you have to pee. sometimes he carries you.
jimmima and jimmy ink have grown fond of you, always making sure you’re alright. jimmima is excited for the baby, while jimmy ink looks at you with pity.
the door opens. it’s jimmy, of course. ”hi, mummy”, he cooes, sitting on the bed. he gives you a clumsy kiss.
you stay silent and completely still.
jimmy lifts up your shirt, exposing your round belly and swollen breasts.
he just stares for a while. ”look at ye, doin’ what ye’re meant to be doin’”, he purrs. ”my wee broodmare”, he says with a grin.
he presses his ear and hands on your belly, listening.
after a while you feel a kick. ”ye feel that?” jimmy says, excited. ”me wee lad is is strong already”, he says. you surely hope it’s a boy, you wouldn’t want jimmy raising your daughter with his mindset.
he starts placing kisses on your belly, stroking you with his hands.
”i had a rough day..” jimmy says. ”i need mummy tae comfort me”, he says. he takes your hand and places it on his cheek. he kisses your hand, looking at you with the most loving eyes. his little angel.
he starts fondling your breasts. you whimper. ”j-jimmy, it hurts”, you say. ”shh, lovey”, he hushes you.
he puts his mouth on your nipple, starting to suckle on it like a baby. he’s purring, clearly soothed by your breast. your milk starts leaking out, and jimmy happily drinks it. he loves the taste of your milk.
”n-not now, i’m tired..” you say. jimmy starts pouting. ”no?” he repeats with a frustrated tone. ”thought ye knew better than that”, he says.
he keeps pouting, his face slightly flushed. then he puts his mouth on your breast again. he angrily bites on your nipple, making you scream. he keeps biting and sucking your breasts, leaving behind bruises.
you’re crying from the pain. and you can’t do anything to defend yourself. you’re weak, chained up to a bed as jimmy violates you.
jimmy bites harder on your nipple, drawing blood. you squeal. ”stop!” you cry. ”this is what sayin’ no gets ye”, jimmy grunts. ”ye should be sweet tae me, i’m the father tae yer child, i take care of ye”, he says.
he licks the blood off your nipple and starts suckling on it, foul sounds leaving his lips. he’s gulping down your milk like he’s your baby, moaning.
your breasts are bruised and slightly bloody by the time he decides that he’s done.
”now stay here and think about yer behavior, no dinner fer ye tonight”, he says.
the baby needs food, but you decide to keep quiet.
jimmy stands up, murmuring something to himself. then he walks out the door, closing it behind him.
you’re left alone, exposed.
he returns at night, holding a bowl of soup. he immediately embraces you, kissing your cheek.
”i’m so sorry, lovey. i was jus’ in a bad mood”, he says.
”here, i brought ye somethin’ tae eat, ye gotta stay strong fer our babe”, he says.
he puts a spoon in front of your face. ”c’mon, say ahh”, he cooes.
you open your mouth, letting jimmy feed you.
once you’re done jimmy sets the bowl aside and kisses you on the cheek. ”good lass, eatin’ it all”, he purrs.
he looks at your bruised breasts, lower lip trembling. ”will ye forgive me?” he asks. you don’t give him any reaction. jimmy kisses you then, soft and loving.
he descends, starting to kiss your breasts gently. ”i should be gentle with ye”, he murmurs. ”ye’re gonna be the mother tae me wee lad”, he says.
he suckles at your breasts, giving them kisses in between. ”c’mon mummy, gimme some milk”, he murmurs, squeezing your nipples. your milk starts to pour out and he quickly latches onto your tit, drinking it.
you start crying, you hate when he does it.
”aww, mummy, donnae cry”, he cooes, smooching on your nipple.
he keeps suckling on you, squeezing the milk out. it’s all over his beard and chin.
his fingers wander between your legs as he pulls down your underwear.
you want to say no, but you know that he would get angry again. so you just keep on crying.
jimmy twirls his fingers on your folds, rubbing his thumb on your clit. you whimper.
”yeah? mummy’s feelin’ good?” he cooes. he places a soft kiss on your lips and starts pulling down his pants. he’s hard.
he buries his face between your tits and lines himself with your cunt, slowly pushing in.
you cry as he fills you up inch by inch, bottoming out.
he starts moving. he’s taking it slow, he wants to be gentle now that you’re pregnant.
he’s suckling on your breasts while fucking you, eagerly drinking your milk.
”ye taste so sweet”, he praises you.
he starts going slightly faster, moaning and whimpering against your breasts. ”f-fuck, mummy…” he whimpers.
his balls are slamming against your ass as he pounds inside you.
”i-i love ye so much, mummy”, he moans, leaning in to kiss you. he presses his lips onto yours, eagerly licking into you.
then he starts licking the tears off your face, pressing his lips onto your cheek after each lick.
he’s close, you can feel his cock twitching against your walls.
his pace becomes more rapid, then he stops, slamming deep inside you. you feel his warm cum pouring inside.
”i’ll keep ye pregnant all the time”, he cooes, kissing your cheek.
he pulls out and releases you from the handcuffs. then he takes you into his arms, kissing your cheek. ”sleep now, mummy. ye need rest”, he says.
but you don’t sleep, you almost never do. you feel like you’re slowly losing your mind.
two months later
”keep pushing, lovey!” jimmy says, squeezing your hand.
you’re squealing, trying to push a baby out. all the jimmies are in the room, watching. jimmima and jimmy ink are helping you deliver the baby.
”i see a head!” jimmy ink says. ”push!” jimmima says.
”ahh, fuck!” you scream, cheeks wet with tears. the bed is covered in your blood.
jimmy kisses your cheek, trying to soothe you. him being in the room makes it worse for you, though.
you scream in pain as you push for one final time. jimmy ink pulls the baby out of you.
silence.
then you hear a cry, it’s alive. ”it’s a lad!” jimmima says, excited.
you let out a relieved sigh.
jimmy gets up to cut the umbilical cord. he then takes the baby. ”wee thing”, he purrs.
”i wanna hold him!” you cry. ”yes, yes lovey”, jimmy cooes at you. he gently hands you the baby.
he’s so tiny.
”what are ye gonna name him?” jimmima asks.
”jimmy junior”, jimmy says with a satisfied grin.
you don’t say anything. after all, your opinion won’t matter.
the baby starts searching for your breast, and you help him by putting your nipple near.
”hungry wee lad, jus’ like his daddy”, jimmy chuckles.
jimmy stares as you breastfeed, so do the jimmies.
”c’mon lads, out!” jimmy says, looking at the boys with a frown.
everyone leaves, expect for jimmima.
”ye too, jimmima”, jimmy says. she huffs, but obeys.
jimmy sits on the bed, putting his arm around you. ”we’re a family now”, he says, kissing your temple.
you try your best not to cry. your son will be raised to be a killer, a murderer.
you look at the baby in your arms. you’ve thought about killing yourself, but you couldn’t leave this baby alone with jimmy and the others. he needs you.
jimmy starts giving you non-stop kisses, holding you tight. ”ye’re gonna be such a good mummy”, he purrs.
the baby soon falls asleep. jimmy takes him from you, standing up.
”no, i wanna be with him!” you cry. ”shh, lovey, i jus’ need some alone time with ye”, he says.
he takes the baby downstairs, giving it to jimmy ink.
then he returns.
you’re crying. ”shh, shh, mummy”, jimmy cooes. he climbs on top of you, and starts clumsily kissing on your nipples. ”i’m hungry too”, he says. ”it’s for the baby!” you whine. ”’s fer me too”, jimmy says.
he starts suckling on your milk, squeezing your breasts with his hands.
he’s slurping loud, drooling all over your skin.
you feel uneasy.
then you see it.
a shadow in the corner of the room.
”j-jimmy!” you scream.
”what is is, lovey?” jimmy asks you. you point at the shadow. jimmy turns around. ”nothing there, mummy”, he says.
something happens. suddenly you don’t recognize the man on top of you. he has a familiar face, yet it seems wrong.
you let out a scream.
”hey, hey, what is it?” he asks. must be a demon.
”stay away!” you yell.
then everything goes black, time stops for a while.
you wake up in the dark, a man besides you. you don’t recognize him.
he looks evil, dangerous. you feel yourself panicking. you don’t know where you are.
and wait.
who are you?
you have no idea what your name is.
”what’s the matter, lovey?” the man speaks.
”w-who are you? where am i?” you ask, terrified.
the man looks confused.
”ye know me, lovey”, he says.
you start squirming, but soon you notice that you’re cuffed to the bed.
the man must be the devil himself, you’re sure of it.
your head is spinning, everything feels unfocused, blurry.
the man puts his palm on your forehead. ”must be the labor”, he murmurs.
a girl steps into the room, holding something.
”how’s mummy doin’?” she asks.
”she’s a bit confused, ’s all”, the man says.
”here, yer wee lad”, the girl says, handing you it.
a demon.
skin red and bloody, black horns growing from it’s head.
”no!” you scream, pushing it away.
the man quickly takes the demon into his arms.
”what the hell is wrong with ye?” he asks, clearly concerned. he must be manipulating you.
they’re all lying to you, manipulating you.
you start crying hysterically.
”i want my mom!” you cry.
the man looks at you with a pout. ”poor wee thing, ye haveaned been sleepin’, have ye?” he says. ”old nick will know what to do”, he murmurs.
”she needs to sleep”, the girl says.
you can’t sleep. they’ll kill you if you sleep, you’re sure of it.
”leave us”, the man says. ”’n take jimmy junior”, he adds.
the girl takes the demon and walks out the door, closing it behind her.
”old nick is speakin’ tae me”, the man, the devil says. ”he says that yer body needs to remember”, he says. ”i always do as me father commands”, he says.
he suddenly climbs on top of you.
”no!” you scream, terrified. you’re shaking, sweating.
”shh, wee thing. let me remind ye”, he cooes.
he forces his lips on yours, grabbing your face so that you have no choice but to keep still.
you bite on his lower lip. he huffs, but doesn’t pull away.
he continues the kiss while sliding his hand between your legs. you notice that you’re not wearing anything. you feel pain as he twirls his fingers on yours cunt. it feel wet, wrong.
”stop!” you squeal. the room is spinning around you.
”shh”, the man whispers. he breaks the kiss, looking at you. he looks wrong. evil. like someone you know but don’t. you swear that his eyes are glowing red.
he presses wet kisses down your neck while shoving down his pants and boxers.
”oh, god”, you whimper. ”god isn’t here, ’s jus’ me”, the man says.
he rubs his cock on your cunt, you feel excruciating pain. ”it hurts!” you scream. ”aye, ye jus’ gave birth. but i need tae do this”, he says.
he pushes inside. you scream and cry, your whole body trembling.
you can’t believe it. you’re being raped by the devil.
he starts moving, slamming inside your ruined cunt.
”ye feel that? ’s me”, the man says, placing a kiss on your forehead.
you squeal like a pig, the pain sharp and throbbing.
each thrust feels like your cunt ripping in half.
blood gushes out of you on his cock, he doesn’t seem to mind.
you stare at the ceiling, your vision blurry from all the tears. why has god abandoned you?
the devil is moaning on top of you, placing damp kisses on your throat.
”i love ye, remember that”, he says.
this cannot be love. you understand that much.
you drift away for a minute, leaving your body. it’s like you’re watching yourself from afar.
the only thing you feel is pain, the ringing in your ears.
the devil stops after a while, his seed pouring inside you. it burns.
he gives you a kiss and pulls out, then he settles next to you. ”sleep now, lovey”, he whispers.
you don’t. you’re can’t.
the days go by in a haze. you don’t know where you are and why.
you’re forced to breastfeed the demon baby. the man drinks from your tits as well, often fucking you afterwards.
at times you see other people, but you don’t recognize them at all.
your sleep is always short, if you get any sleep at all. often you just lay awake at night, the devil next to you.
the demon baby screams and cries a lot. you can’t stand it. it’s evil.
you often see the man holding the baby, hushing and rocking it in his arms.
he talks to you a lot. but you never remember what about. you always forget about yesterday.
he seems concerned. one day you see him cry, but you forget about that as well.
you’re so tired tonight. your body feels weak, numb.
you look at the devil in your arms, he’s crying against your skin.
you close your eyes. you wonder what it’d be like to die.
you sleep for the whole day.
you wake up to the sun shining in your eyes. you don’t recognize the room you’re in.
you try standing up, but you immediately fall down.
the door opens.
jimmy.
he rushes to help you back on the bed.
”where’s my baby?” you immediately ask.
jimmy lets out a gasp.
”ye remember?” he asks.
”of course i remember”, you say.
”lovey, ye were out of it fer a week”, he says. ”ye dinnae even wanna hold jimmy junior”, he says.
you go silent. you remember moments, flashes. of your pain, of being scared.
”i-i was so scared, jimmy”, you say, tears starting to form in your eyes.
”aye, lovey, i know”, jimmy says, taking you into his arms. he kisses you, deep and loving. you kiss him back. you’re relieved, you feel safe. even his stench feels comforting now.
”i’ll go get jimmy junior”, he says, standing up.
you grab his arm. ”don’t go!” you say. jimmy kisses your forehead. ”shh, lovey, i’ll stay”, he cooes.
”jimmima!” he yells. soon you see a familiar face stepping into the room, holding your crying baby.
”is she…” jimmima asks. jimmy nods, smiling.
jimmima lets out a happy squeal. ”we were so worried!” she says. ”we thought old nick was punishing us”, she says.
she gives you the baby, that immediately starts searching for food.
the baby stops crying immediately as you start breastfeeding.
jimmy has tears in his eyes. ”i was sure ye were gone forever”, he says, kissing your cheek.
you look at your baby, and are immediately filled with love.
jimmy climbs into the bed with you, wrapping an arm around you.
”leave us”, he says to jimmima. jimmima nods, stepping out the door.
soon you hear the jimmies cheering downstairs.
you smile.
”i love ye so much”, jimmy says, petting your hair.
you stay silent for a while. then you say it.
”i love you too”
OKAY this was a WEIRD birthday present idk what possessed me to write something like this i swear it started out as relatively normal and then it SPIRALED
