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Summary: There is a beast coming after you. And he only wants to make you feel incredible.
Tags: dead dove: do not eat, non-con, minor character death, dark!Remmick, animalistic!Remmick, hunter / prey, blood drinking, biting, aphrodisiac / paralytic spit, mating press, monsterfucking, knotting, possessiveness, forest floor sex, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, mind break, p in v, dry humping, kissing
Author's Note: @thlaylisden HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! 🎂🎉🎉 I hope you had a fantastic day ! I'm always excited to see your art on my dash--so fluid and gorgeous. It has been great getting to know you and I hope you enjoy this monsteriffic fic for your birthday 💞
Phew that's two bday fics done. Dark ones too 😅 I swear I can write sweet things as well, BUT NOT TODAY. I think I'm gonna switch to drawing for a bit, I haven't finished a drawing in a long while and I miss it!!
Credits: Title from Run Rabbit - Mollie Elizabeth though the song is much more upbeat than the fic, and screencap of Remmick from @scrprints 💞
Too slow.
Too loud.
Too much dew to slick the soles of your feet as you ran from death.
Through dense thickets and towering trees, there wasn’t an end in sight. Lost, but still moving. You had to keep moving.
You weren’t going to make it. You were. You weren’t. It didn’t matter. You had to try.
Because if you stopped, that was it.
Your ragged pants grew into chest-bursting gasps—unused to pushing yourself this hard—whipping past trees and fallen branches and thorny brush. The night was eerily silent (or perhaps it was you that had gone deaf?). All the animals must’ve hid themselves away by now, much better at being prey than you were. Here, the only breathing thing left in these woods was you.
Because that thing surely didn’t breathe. Not like you did.
Uneven ground caused your ankle to twist and slip. You cried out, but carried on. It was all you could do.
You ran just as fast, if not faster, the adrenaline keeping you afloat. But you could hear him getting closer. If you slowed, he would kill you. If you stopped, he would kill you.
Just on the edge of hearing, a steady thump, thump, thump bounded down the path. You remembered his breathy laugh in your ear, the mocking, the wild look in his eye. He was a daemon, or maybe just a beast—coming straight for you.
Hah. Hah.
It wasn’t your fault.
You clawed through leaves that crowded the way. You urged your body to go faster, move lighter, survive, survive, survive.
It was all you could do.
But it still wasn’t enough.
He had gotten too close, too fast. How did you not hear it? The creature in the shape of a man pulling your desperate form back by the thin fabric of your night gown. Curling his arms around your torso like a steel cage. His mouth parted next to your ear as he pulled you against his chest; scaring you half to death with those wet, jagged teeth sticking out like spines.
“No, no, no, no, no… please, please!—” You tried to twist. Almost strangling yourself with the force at which you pulled and jerked away. But his hold was absolute.
You could feel his warm breath steam across your cheek. Sighing something pleased now that you’ve both had a good run and some liveliness in your bones. But it was over now, and hush, shhhh, it’s okay, you’ve lost.
You expected him to tear your throat out, or perhaps strangle you and feast on your organs; your mind coming up with more and more terrifying ways this was going to end.
But no, he did something unexpected instead.
He forced your head to the side and kissed you.
“Mmph!”
His tongue prodded deep with endless drool falling into your mouth. He laved over teeth, tongue, and the silky sides of your mouth, until there was nothing but him, him, him. It was a viscous, uncomfortable thing. Devouring your lips and pressing into the depths of your mouth like he wanted to bury himself inside and never be removed.
It was humiliating, it was gross, it was warm.
You felt so warm. A little voice in the back of your brain told you something was off, but everywhere he touched grew hot. A spreading, blooming fuzziness that seeped into your muscles and made you feel oh, so soft.
“Hm! Mm, oh…” Your struggles faded with the static in your bones. Not because you wanted to, but because you couldn’t control the use of your limbs anymore. Which was more terrifying than if he just killed you.
He groaned, animal-like and pleased at your compliance. Letting his grip soften, letting his kiss turn sensual and firm. You could make out a growing hardness pressing into you from behind, and, with disgust, you could recognize the slow, thick movements of him grinding into your body.
He let you fall to the ground. Grunting and satisfied with the toxin taking hold. Your body completely limp, muscles unresponsive and tight as he moved you the way he wanted. Pulling your knees up, pushing your face down, spreading your thighs to make room for himself behind you.
His too long, too bony fingers dug into the dirt beside your waist. Panting and sighing as he pushed himself against your thigh. You could feel his clothed cock rub back and forth onto you, stroking himself into a fever. Whining as he grasped your hip, curling over you to gain leverage, humping your leg like if he didn’t he’d die.
You weren’t dumb, you knew what he wanted, but that didn’t mean you were ready for how it felt.
That strange warmth clouded your thoughts, made it hard to think. But it was like each nerve had been massaged and heightened to the point his touch on you started to feel good. You started to sweat. You couldn’t move, but a whimper still escaped your lips. His rubbing on your leg feeling like a warm hand on your cunt.
Your face was pressed into the dirt; you tried to move your fingers, even an inch, but all you could manage was desperate twitching as he pressed up on your leg.
He shredded your night gown with ease and in his haste he nicked your back with his claws.
You waited for the pain, but it didn’t come.
In fact, it didn’t hurt at all.
As the blood bubbled from the cut all you could do was moan.
Exposed. Frozen. And open—your cunt begging to be filled. It was all he could do to free his cock fast enough, pushing into your sensitive entrance with a growl.
You could hear him snarl above you—possessively digging into your hips, drawing blood with his claws, licking and mouthing at your shoulder blade. His tongue on your back brought a sharp jolt straight to your clit, his spit turning the spot sensitive and tender. So good that when he bit in, you came with a surprised, choked gasp. Cunt squeezing and milking his cock as he drove in faster. You heard him gulp and swallow before lapping at the wound. That warmth pushing into your veins and making it feel so, damn good.
Your whole body was a living nerve, sweating and feverish and sensitive. Every touch felt like a thousand, every groan amplified a hundred times in your ear. You could feel another orgasm quickly approaching as he bit and soothed, bit and soothed, all while driving desperately into your core.
Your second peak was just as intense as the first time, if not more so. Gushing wetness over his cock and making him laugh and growl in equal measure.
“Mine,” was the first word you’ve heard out of him all night. Repeating it like a brand, mine, mine, mine.
Quick and easy, he flipped you over. Spreading you out again. Pushing back into your dripping cunt. Indecent sounds filling the quiet night air as your pussy swallowed him over and over again.
You weren’t even allowed to cry, helpless as you were. The most you could manage being a slight twitch of your brow.
Your head lolled off to the side, and in your madness you thought you saw the vacant eyes of your ma and da staring back at you. He had killed them, this beast set on ruining you. Charmed your sleepy parents and killed them right in front of your eyes, before looking at you, stepping aside, and just daring you to try and run.
You knew now, he only did it to play with you some more. Perhaps make his meal taste sweeter with an adrenaline high.
It didn’t matter, not now, not when he sucked your bare breast to feel all your muscles grip him tight. You could feel another wave, as impossible as it was, and when he pressed his tongue flat against your nipple it crested. Your body giving another spasm of wetness and clenching that had him burying to the hilt.
When he broke the skin of your breast, you think you came again, but you weren’t sure. All the pleasure and peaks blending together until your mind gave under the strain.
He took your knees in his hands, pressing them up and up and up until they strained next to your head. The angle hitting even deeper than before as he kept you there.
“Please…” you tried to stutter out, but your vocal cords wouldn’t respond. Stop. More. Harder. Ruin me, hit me, bleed me, bleed me, bleed me.
Your whole body convulsed, less of a body and more of a mindless, pleasure-filled puddle. A soft, wet, clenching thing for him to fuck and eat and fill with sensation. As your fifth (or maybe seventh?) orgasm hit, that was all you were: Sensation. Your body trying and failing, to give anything else. Running out of steam, out of blood, out of mind.
He nuzzled at the tender flesh of your throat—bite marks littering your entire body, blood leaking into the soft Earth—and with one final thrust, he latched onto your neck and pumped your body full of his spend.
A ridge at the base of his cock started to swell, his grinding turned to pushing you back and forth as he locked himself inside. If you had any capacity of mind you would be horrified, but in this moment all you could think about was how good the stretch felt. Plugging you up and fitting you together. A warm, comforting weight after an endless burn of friction.
He drank from your sweet neck, making your head spin and your vision give out. Your eyes fluttered closed—head completely empty—as you wallowed in a body ruined. But you didn’t know, couldn’t know, that he would wait for you to wake to do it all again.
Filling you up, making you cum over and over and over, until it took. Until you swelled up nice and pretty for him.
But for now, he would let you rest, laying his head on your body, curling and purring around you while he plugged you up. Taking in all the comfort your body could provide.
incel!sir lord jimmy crystal x fem!reader modern au
word count: 4,550
MORE INCEL!JIMMY! this was based on an ask! to everyone who’s waiting on their ask.. i am so sorry i deleted most of them.. i’m getting back to writing and needed to focus on the ones that give me inspo. you’re still free to send requests tho! NOTE THAT JIMMY IS FAT IN THIS IT’S MY NEW THING OK. also i HAD to put jolene here it was my only choice LMAO
synopsis: you pass by a comic convention, bumping into a gross nerdy guy on a cigarette break. you start talking to him, but his girlfriend shows up. whatever, it was only a joke to you. but it was serious to him, it was the first time a pretty girl talked to him. so he decides he has to have you.
WARNINGS‼️: noncon, piv, anal, dacryphilia, cheating (jimmy has a gf), jimmy talks shit about his gf to you, misogyny, age gap (younger reader), size difference, foot fetish, oral on m, oral on f, face-sitting (f on top), roleplaying, blackmail, forced relationship, reader is a bitch, jimmy is an INCEL, jimmy STINKS
race neutral reader!
tags: @theabhartachsbride
song:
it’s finally summer, you’re out with nothing but a revealing top and low-waist jeans. the heat has been no joke lately.
you’re on a walk, sucking on a lollipop as you see a group of people in front of a building. some of them are dressed weird, like it’s halloween.
you walk past them when you accidentally bump into a man smoking a cigarette.
”oh, sorry!” you say, taking a glimpse at him.
he’s blonde, with longish, greasy hair. fat, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. he’s not dressed weird, like some people around him. but he does have golden jewelry hanging from his neck, along with an upside down cross. rings on each finger.
he stinks of sweat.
”what’s happening here?” you ask. ”it’s a comic thing”, the man explains. he has a thick, scottish accent. ”so you’re all a bunch of nerds”, you tease him. the man chuckles. ”i guess”, he says. ”name’s jimmy”, he says, offering his hand to you.
you don’t take it, he seems gross. you decide to be a bit of a mean girl. he looks fun to tease.
”could’t afford a costume?” you ask him with a grin, sucking on the lollipop. ”i donnae like dressin’ up”, the man says.
he’s staring at your lips. ”want some?” you ask, offering him the lollipop. ”i-”, the man starts, almost taking the lollipop.
but then a woman shows up. ”baby, what you doing?” she asks. she’s dressed as some elf. your knowledge of elves goes as far as the lord of the rings, so you don’t really know who she’s supposed to be.
”who’s this?” the woman asks, looking at you with a frown. she’s very clearly jealous. who can blame her? you’re very pretty. for jimmy you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, way prettier than his girlfriend.
you introduce yourself. ”i was just curious about your little event here”, you say.
”ye’re not into comics?” jimmy asks. his girlfriend grabs his arm, death-staring you. ”no, i think comics are for losers”, you say with a nasty grin.
the woman scoffs, but jimmy lets out a genuine, soft laugh. ”ye’re not a loser, i see”, he says.
you shrug, puckering your lips around the lollipop. jimmy’s staring.
”okay, baby, let’s go!” his girlfriend says, pulling him away.
”we’ll be at the bar later, you should come!” jimmy says.
his girlfriend looks at jimmy with the kind of look where you’re sure he’s going to be dead.
you chuckle to yourself as the two leave.
”should i dress up?” you call to jimmy. ”hell yeah!” jimmy says.
should you go? it would definitely anger his girlfriend. but you honestly think it’s kind of funny. sure, you’re a feminist. but this is just too good.
when evening comes you start picking out an outfit. you own bunny ears, so you put them on with a white, revealing top and a pink, short denim skirt.
the bar is full on people from the convention. you spot jimmy and his girlfriend talking to some other nerds.
so you tap jimmy on the shoulder.
”ye made it!” he says. ”and all dressed up”, he adds with a grin.
”yeah, gotta blend in with the crowd”, you say.
”well i’m sorry, but ye don’t blend in at all… it’s a good thing”, jimmy chuckles.
his girlfriend takes his arm again, looking at you like she wants you dead.
”i’ll get a drink”, you say. ”i’ll buy ye one!” jimmy answers. ”no you won’t”, his girlfriend hisses.
you chuckle and head to the bar.
you see jimmy’s girlfriend complaining at him, most definitely about you. it’s funny, he’s shamelessly flirting with you in front of her. poor woman. you’re way younger than them as well. must be awful having a younger, prettier girl talking to your man.
and jimmy? well, he’s disgusting to you. he has nasty, yellow teeth. and he stinks. you can’t believe how any woman would go for that. maybe they’re desperate in the nerd circles. but it’s just fun for you, a silly joke.
you come back after getting your drink.
”ye left this!” jimmy says, handing you your phone. ”oh, thank you”, you say with a smile.
”we’re actually gonna leave”, jimmy’s girlfriend says. ”aww, the night is still young!” you say. ”yeah, let’s stay!” jimmy says to his girlfriend. ”baby, i said i wanna go”, she answers. ”fine”, jimmy says, rolling his eyes.
”well bye then!” you say, gently stroking jimmy’s arm. his girlfriend pulls him back immediately.
as they leave their friends stare at you. ”what were you doing just now? his girlfriend was right there”, one of them says. ”piss off, loser, learn to take a joke”, you say, rolling your eyes. ”not like i’d ever touch him, even with a stick”, you add. their friends stare at you, in disbelief.
you leave the bar, how boring.
what you don’t know is that jimmy is tracking your phone.
as you go home you put on your pyjamas, short shorts and a top since it’s warm.
jimmy waits for his girlfriend to fall asleep, then he moves.
he arrives at your apartment building. the door is open, lucky for him. at your door he starts messing with the lock, something a friend taught him.
you hear the door opening. what the fuck, someone breaking in? shit, you don’t see your phone anywhere.
”hello?” you call out.
jimmy steps into your bedroom.
”what the fuck?” you yell.
”aww, not in the bunny costume anymore i see”, jimmy says.
”get the fuck out of my house!” you hiss.
”ye were all sweet before”, jimmy says, walking up to you.
”yeah, that was a joke! not an invitation to break into my apartment!” you hiss.
jimmy suddenly grabs you, forcing you into his sweaty arms.
you try to scream, but he puts a hand in front of your mouth.
”if ye scream i’ll do somethin’ way worse than fuckin’ ye, got it?” he whispers. ”maybe i’ll kidnap ye if ye won’t shut it”, he adds. ”so how’s it gonna be? ye gonna be a good girl?” he asks. you nod, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.
”now..” jimmy says, looking at you. ”ye were such a cunt tae us”, he says with a grin. ”acting like ye’re so much better”, he adds.
”i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it!” you cry pathetically. ”aww, dinnae mean it?” jimmy mocks your tone.
”ye’re gonna make it up tae me”, he says.
”please no”, you cry. ”i bet your girlfriend is wondering where you are!” you say. ”i hate that fucking ugly bitch”, jimmy sighs. ”nothin’ like ye..” he adds, grabbing your hair. he sniffs it. ”mmh, fuck, ye smell like heaven”, he says.
”i should break up wi’ that fuckin’ troll”, he says. ”how about it? ye’d be my wee bunny?” he asks. ”no, no! not in a million years!” you hiss. ”we’ll see about that”, jimmy says with a nasty grin.
you start squirming, trying to break free. you manage to turn around, but jimmy keeps holding onto you from behind.
he starts sniffing you, taking in your scent. your neck, your shoulder, your hair.
”baby.. baby baby baby”, he murmurs, almost to himself.
he starts kissing on your neck, making you shudder. wet smacks leave his lips as they meet with your skin, grossing you out even more.
”ye like being teased, bunny?” jimmy asks you, continuing to smooch on your neck. ”god… ye’re so soft”, he says, gently nibbling on your neck. he starts sucking next, leaving behind hickeys. he’s moaning, suckling on your neck like he’s trying to eat you.
soon you’re filled with love bites. jimmy’s fat body feels soft against your back as he presses himself against you. it would be comforting if the situation was different.
he turns you around, making you look at him. ”there she is.. my pretty wee bunny”, jimmy murmurs.
then he kisses you. you whimper and try pulling away. he tastes and smells disgusting.
but he won’t budge, just keeps sloppily kissing you, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.
he’s a really bad kisser, he’s drooling all over you.
”ye know.. when i had to fuck that ugly bitch tonight i was thinking about ye”, he murmurs, pulling away from your lips. ”made me cum, i never cum wi’ her”, he adds.
you just cry. ”why can’t you just leave her and leave me alone?” you sob.
”cause ye were flirtin’ wi’ me”, he says. ”looked like ye wanted tae be fucked hard”, he adds. ”that fucking bunny costume..” he murmurs.
”ye know what, put the ears back on”, he demands. ”no way”, you hiss.
jimmy grabs the ears from the table and forces them on your head.
”better”, he says. ”cutest wee bunny”, he adds with a smile.
then he kisses you again, pressing his soft body against yours. he’s big, it’s like you’re drowning in his skin. he’s squeezing you hard, almost suffocating you.
he’s opening and closing his mouth against your lips, drooling all over you. you shudder.
he scoops you up and throws you on the bed. he takes off his shirt while you’re too scared and shocked to move. he’s definitely fat. a round, soft belly with cellulite and stretch marks on it. thick, hairy arms. his "tits" are almost as big as yours. he has rolls here and there.
he starts removing his jeans, revealing his thighs. thick, with cellulite and stretch marks as well. he’s wearing dark-purple boxers.
he climbs on top of you.
you’re shaking from fear, terrified of what he’s going to do to you. he seems like a pervert.
his large frame covers yours entirely as he presses his soft belly flush against yours.
you shudder.
"such a wee cutie", jimmy coos. "i bet ye only fuck muscular assholes", he says. "guys who donnae have anythin’ inside their heads", he adds.
"they’re better than an ugly loser like you!" you hiss, tears in your eyes.
jimmy grins, his nasty, yellow teeth full on display. "well ye’re gonna get fucked by this ugly loser", he says.
"ye’re so tiny, i feel like i’m gonna break ye", he chuckles. "gimme a kiss an’ maybe i’ll be gentle", he says, leaning in, puckering his lips, making a kissy noise at you.
you turn your head, disgusted. jimmy grins. "no kiss, huh?" he says. he forces you to look at him. "ye’re so kissable", he says. "soft lips.. an’ ye taste like cherries", he murmurs. then he makes another kissy noise at you.
he kisses your cheek, then the other one. then your forehead. then it’s your lips. his lips are wet, chapped. it’s grossing you out.
he keeps licking into you like he’s trying to eat you. loudly smacking as well, making you shudder. even if he was hot to you, the kiss would be absolutely disgusting.
he descends, starting to kiss on your neck. you have shivers going down your spine as you feel his nasty mouth on your skin.
he’s leaving behind hickeys again, sucking like he’s a fucking teenager.
you cry as he descends more, starting to kiss on your belly, then your thighs. he moves down to your feet and starts peeling off your socks. once your socks are off he fucking sniffs them. what a perv.
”don’t!” you cry.
”ye got such pretty feet, baby”, jimmy purrs.
he gently kisses one of your toes. you flinch. then he puts his mouth around your foot. you start crying louder.
jimmy’s moaning around your foot, fondling the other one with his hand.
he moves to the other one, sucking and licking between your painted toes.
then he starts kissing on your toes and on the soles of your feet.
”pretty baby”, he murmurs.
then, to your surprise he lays down next to you.
”take yer knickers off and sit on me”, jimmy says.
”no way!” you hiss.
that’s when he moves, pulling your panties down and forcing you on top of him.
”no!” you cry.
but he places you on his face, grabbing your ass, keeping you still. his whole face is smushed against your cunt.
he starts eating you, hungrily. he’s moaning loud, clearly enjoying the taste of you.
he lifts you up a bit so he can speak.
"can ye please fart on me?" jimmy asks. "eww, no! fucking perv!" you cry.
"d’ye need tae pee, or anything else?" he asks, hopeful. "shut the fuck up!" you hiss. "one day.." he murmurs, continuing eating you.
his tongue finds your clit and he closes his lips around it, sucking hard. you mewl.
you squirt on him then, the clear liquid wetting his face. jimmy moans and laps it all up.
your legs are shaking as he makes out with your pussy, hungrily, like he’s starving.
he keeps going relentlessly, not taking any breaks. he wants you to come on his face.
you try to stop yourself from having an orgasm, but the way he’s sucking on your clit is too good.
you mewl, coming hard on his face. jimmy lets out a groan and drinks it all up. he lifts you up, putting you on his fat belly. he feels soft under you.
”what next, hm?” he murmurs, looking at you. ”please leave!” you whine. jimmy smirks. ”no way, we’re just getting started”, he says. ”not fair that ye came first..” he murmurs.
he suddenly throws you on the bed, crashing on top of you with his whole weight, nearly taking the air out of your lungs. his fat belly is flush against yours, making you feel crushed.
”you’re heavy.. it hurts”, you complain. jimmy chuckles. ”donnae be rude”, he says.
”i could snap ye in half if i wanted tae”, he says with a grin. ”so tiny.. like a cute wee bunny”, he adds.
your body disappears completely under him, he’s really big. you feel like you’re being smothered.
jimmy leans in, kissing your forehead.
then he pulls his boxers down, revealing more of his fat belly. his cock is absolutely massive, nothing like you’ve seen before.
”no, i don’t wanna-” you whine, but jimmy cuts you off. ”shut up, slut”, he hisses. ”ye’re such a normie cunt, a teasing bitch”, he says. ”all ye girls are the same.. fucking dirty whores”, he rambles. ”i’ll train ye”, he adds with a grin.
you cry as he lines up, rubbing the broad tip of his cock on your folds.
he slams inside you in one go, brutally splitting you open. you cry out in pain, it’s way too big.
”it hurts!” you cry. ”ye deserve it, slut”, jimmy hisses. he starts thrusting, hard and punishing.
his belly is slamming against yours as he fucks you, you still feel like you’re being crushed under him.
”so nice and tight, nothing like that loose troll of a girlfriend i have”, he rambles.
’that just means she’s into you, you fucking incel creep’, you think to yourself.
”ye’re almost too tight, bunny..” jimmy groans, already out of breath. what a fucking loser.
”that’s cause i think you’re fucking disgusting”, you hiss.
”ye think i care, baby?” jimmy asks you, leaning in, going in for a kiss.
you turn your head but he just follows, sloppily licking into you. ”i love kissing ye..” he murmurs. ”i never let that ugly bitch kiss me”, he adds.
”stop talking shit about her!” you lash out at him.
jimmy looks surprised, then he grins. ”oh, so now ye’re a feminist?” he chuckles. ”so cute, standing up tae her..” he mocks you. ”but here ye are, getting raped, like ye fucking deserve”, he continues tormenting you, putting his lips on yours again.
you start crying harder at his mean words, and at the feeling of his cock opening you up.
he’s sadistic in the way he fucks you, clearly enjoying seeing you in pain. such a creep.
he’s panting hard, drool on his chin. you bet he never goes to the gym, or outside for that matter.
”w-would ye ride me?” he asks, burying his face into your neck. ”not in a million years!” you hiss.
jimmy lets out an annoyed grunt. ”such a cunt, making me do all the work..” he complains.
”oh so this is my fault now? fucking incel!” you lash out again.
”shut the fuck up”, jimmy hisses, covering your mouth with his hand, starting to fuck you faster.
tears wet your face as he slams inside you again and again, surely reaching your cervix.
”fuck.. ye’re gonna make me cum”, he moans, kissing the corner of your eye, like it’s a romantic moment.
a few more sloppy thrusts and he comes, thick spurts of warm cum spilling inside you.
he lets out a loud sigh, crashing on top of you, like he just did a fucking marathon.
”get off me! you’re heavy!” you whine, trying to wiggle yourself away from him.
”wha wha”, jimmy mocks you, pulling out. you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
he keeps laying on you, pressing soft kisses on your neck.
”i donnae think that ye deserve aftercare, but i’m still giving it..” he murmurs, positioning himself behind you, taking you into his sweaty, big arms.
he starts kissing the back of your head and your shoulder, while you’re squirming.
”get out of my house”, you hiss. jimmy chuckles. ”ye mean our house, baby”, he says. ”what does that mean?” you ask. ”i’m moving in wi’ ye, bunny. ye’re my girlfriend now”, he says. ”no i’m not!” you cry.
jimmy kisses your shoulder with a loud smack. ”yeah ye are, or d’ye want yer whole family tae see these?” he asks, getting his phone, showing you your own nudes.
”how did you-”, you ask, but jimmy cuts you off. ”and it donnae stop there”, he says, showing you your sex tape.
you freeze. how did he manage to get those? was it when you left your phone…?
”so ye’ll be a good wee bunny and submit tae me”, jimmy says. ”ye’ll cook fer me, do my laundry.. do what women should do”, he continues.
you start bawling. ”aww, baby, donnae cry, i’ll be good tae ye”, he coos. why is he suddenly acting sweet?
”i’ll leave that bitch first thing in the morning, cannae wait”, he says with a grin.
in the morning you’re forced to listen as jimmy’s now ex girlfriend cries over the phone. he’s cold as hell, like he never even loved her. he most likely did not. you feel bad for her, but who you pity the most is yourself.
you agreed to be his girlfriend, after all he has all of your nudes and your sex tape. you don’t want anyone to see those. and you’re certain that he’d just get bored of you and go torment some other pretty girl. you are so wrong…
it’s been three weeks of being jimmy’s involuntary girlfriend. it’s horrible. he’s made you do the most disgusting things imaginable to him, and vice versa.
he makes you do all the things he said he would. you cook for him, do his laundry, clean the house. you feel more like a servant or a sex slave rather than a girlfriend.
he won’t stop kissing and touching you, whether you’re in public or at home. in public people stare, confused on how a guy like him managed to pull a girl like you.
the worst part is the outfits he makes you wear. cat ears, japanese school girl uniforms… he treats you like a sex doll, dressing you up how he likes. and he always fucks you while you’re wearing the outfits too. you cry every time, he makes you feel dirty. like his nastiness is transferring to you.
his now ex girlfriend is absolutely furious about the situation. you bumped into her once at a bar, she tried to punch you in the face. she despises you. you wonder if she’d react differently if she knew the situation. let’s face it, probably not. she doesn’t seem like a woman who supports other women. let’s face it, you haven’t been acting like one either. maybe this is your punishment for being a bad feminist.
jimmy absolutely adores you, he even told you he loved you during the third week. you didn’t say it back, obviously.
he thinks you’re the cutest thing ever, his little bunny.
you’re sat on the couch, watching tv. you were with your friends earlier. you didn’t tell them about jimmy, you couldn’t. not until he forces you to. jimmy likes to isolate you, but he still lets you see your friends sometimes. he’s always tracking your phone, though. and going through it, to make sure you’re not asking for help or talking to other men.
jimmy’s in town, he’s probably coming back soon. you’re already dreading it.
and soon enough, he’s back. with a package, no less.
”got ye a new outfit, bunny”, he says, kissing your cheek.
great.
he opens the package and presents you with a pink maid outfit.
you let out a sigh.
”c’mon, put it on now”, jimmy says. ”and no knickers”, he adds.
you hesitantly take off your clothes and underwear, putting the stupid outfit on. it’s really short, and it comes with a headpiece. jimmy looks at you, in awe. ”ye look so cute, bunny”, he says. ”cutest wee maid”, he adds.
”c’mere”, he says.
you hesitantly go to him. jimmy starts feeling your body, his hands slipping under the maid dress.
”why donnae ye clean the floor fer me, huh?” he coos.
great, he wants to make it a full-on porn scene.
”do i have to?” you whine, squirming off his grip. ”yeah, bunny”, jimmy says, giving you a soft kiss. ”and ye’ll call me master”, he adds. ”i’m not doing that”, you hiss. ”yeah ye are”, jimmy says, like it’s final.
you get a rag and some cleaning spray. then you go on all fours, arching your back the way you think he’d want. you start scrubbing the floor.
jimmy sits on the couch, looking at you. ”look at ye, such a good lass”, he purrs.
”thank you.. m-master”, you mumble.
”c’mere”, he says. you try to stand, but jimmy stops you. ”nuh-uh, on all fours”, he says.
you crawl to him, settling between his thick thighs.
”ye know what i want”, jimmy says. ”y-yes master”, you say, voice shaking.
you unzip his jeans, pulling them down just enough to gain access. then you pull down his boxers a bit.
his cock slaps your face once it’s sprung free. it’s insanely hard. seeing you on all fours, in that outfit really got him going.
you hesitantly take the tip inside your mouth, sucking gently. it’s warm, tastes like salt.
”stop teasing, bunny”, jimmy murmurs.
you take it deeper, not all the way since it’s too huge. then you start steadily moving your head around his cock.
jimmy moans, eyes rolling back. ”fuck, bunny..” he whimpers. ”ye’re a pro at this”, he says.
you look at him in the eyes, you know he likes that. jimmy grins and makes a kissy noise at you.
you’re getting quite tired already, but you don’t take breaks. you want him to cum as soon as possible so it’d be over.
jimmy suddenly grabs your head and forces his cock all the way inside your throat. you gag and spit, snot falling from your nose, but he doesn’t let you go. instead he starts moving his hips, slamming inside your throat, making you gag and cry.
your face is wet from tears, snot and drool as he violates your mouth.
”look at ye, taking me so good”, he coos. ”why donnae ye puke on my cock, huh?” he purrs.
’fucking perv’, you think. he disgusts you so much. you gag again, but you sure as hell aren’t going to throw up on his cock.
so you keep breathing through it, letting him use your throat. you don’t bite, you don’t squirm. just stay still as jimmy slams his cock deep inside your throat again and again.
jimmy’s moaning loud, his precum already leaking inside your throat.
”fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuck”, he moans.
then he comes. thick, salty spurts of cum pour inside your throat.
you gag again, but start gulping it down. you know he expects you to swallow.
he keeps buried inside your throat for a while, not letting you breathe.
then he finally lets you go.
you start coughing and crying.
”aww, bunny..” jimmy coos, wiping your mouth with his thumb. he licks it.
”keep cleaning”, he says. ”can i at least wash myself?” you ask, sniffing. ”no”, jimmy says.
you sigh and start cleaning the floor again, nose full of snot. you feel gross.
jimmy watches you, giving his cock some pumps. it’s hardening again.
you start sobbing, you can’t help it. you’re so tired of this, tired of him.
”no bunny, donnae cry”, jimmy says. ”looks like ye need some loving”, he says, stroking his now hard cock.
jimmy gets up, walking behind you. your cunt and ass are exposed to him.
he grins and puts his sweaty foot on your ass. ”look at that pretty wee hole”, he coos.
he gets on top of you from behind, rubbing his cock on your asshole.
”please don’t!” you cry. ”please don’t.. what?” jimmy asks you. ”please don’t, master..” you whine.
jimmy chuckles. his round belly is pressing against your back as he rubs his hard cock on your ass.
”at least use lube!” you sob. ”nah, this will do just fine”, jimmy says, spitting on your hole, spreading you open.
he starts pushing inside, splitting you open. you cry out, it hurts like hell.
”what did ye eat today, huh..” jimmy murmurs. ”you fucking wish, perv!” you hiss. ”donnae talk tae me like that”, jimmy grunts, slapping your ass.
he bottoms out, you let out another cry.
”please, master, it hurts!” you whimper.
”shh, bunny”, jimmy coos, kissing the back of your head.
he starts slamming inside your asshole, moaning loud. ”s-so fucking good”, he mumbles.
”i love ye so much, bunny”, he whimpers, squeezing your hips, leaving red marks. you would surely bruise from his rough touch.
his fat belly is slamming against your back as he fucks into you, choking on moans.
you just cry and whine, hoping he’d cum soon. ”you’re hurting me!” you sob.
jimmy pets your head, attempting to comfort you. ”ye’re doing so good, bunny, just for a little while”, he purrs.
he comes fast, unable to keep it in from the way you’re squeezing him.
he pulls out, letting the cum fall down your thighs. then he puts his boxers and pants back on.
he scoops you up, sitting on the couch with you in his arms. you’re still crying.
”shh, shh, baby”, he coos, giving you non-stop kisses.
”c-can we break up?” you cry. jimmy frowns. ”no, i love ye, remember? i’ve never loved anyone, not until you”, he says.
you keep sobbing against his sweaty chest, as he strokes your hair and gives you kisses.
”let’s continue watching the boys, baby”, he coos, putting the tv on.
you stare at the screen, feeling empty and defeated.
this is what you get for being a bad feminist.
A LESSON TO EVERYONE: REMEMBER TO BE A FEMINIST AND DON’T FLIRT W OTHER GIRLS MEN!!! I AM ALWAYS WATCHING
