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"you're so fucked up for liking this" as they pin you down and force themselves inside

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Raping You hurts me as Much as it Hurts Yoy.

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[This takes place 5y before the game's events, Marianna is 28, Curly and Jimmy are both 31, Curly and Marianna weren't dating yet]

It was a nice party. The music was good, the food was... edible but most importantly, the tea was hot. In just 30 minutes, Marianna had learn that Susy from HR was fucking the Simorgh's captain behind her husband's back, that Mike from the legal department had been seen doing coke in Pony Express' bathroom and many more things that made her laugh. She was having a marvelous time doing one of her favorite activities : gossip. 

She looked left and right, looking for Anya or Lee, but both seemed to have disappeared. But she did noticed Curly. It was impossible not to : he was surrounded by many people, mostly ladies, listening to him tell a story about some trip he had done to... Switzerland, if she got it right. She'd be lying if she said she didn't find him attractive, but no way she'll go to him like some groupie : he had to be the one looking for her, not the other way around.

And the best way to do that is to be courted by someone else. Someone close to him. 

So she went out for a smoke. And to find that person in question. She stepped silently on the balcony, putting a cigarette between her lips and looking for her lighter. She tried to light it up, but the lighter didn't seem to work... How strange.

"Shit." She muttered, annoyed.

"Here you go." Said a man's voice, while lighting her cigarette with a match.

"Thanks... Oh, you're the Tulpar's co-pilot... Hm... Jerry, right ?" She asked, while breathing in.

"Jimmy." He corrected, before taking a sip of his beer.

"Sorry, I still struggle with everyone's name. Between Jerry, Jimmy, Jeremiah, Jeremy and so many others, my head's gonna burst." Said Marianna, with a guilty smile.

"It's fine. But don't do it again." He simply said, while resting his arm on the balcony's railing.

"Or what ?" She asked, teasingly.

"Well... Your lighter isn't working and it's gonna be a long night so if you want to keep smoking, stay in my good graces." He answered, with a smirk.

"Bold of you to assume no one else has a lighter." She said, raising her eyebrow.

"... Shit." 

Jimmy stayed silent, recognizing his defeat for now. Marianna giggled and leaned next to him on the railing :

"So why aren't you inside ? You've been here for a while." She asked, before taping her cigarette.

"You watching me, doc ?" He asked in turn, 

"I didn't watch, I just noticed." She answered.

"How could you notice without watching ?" He teased, leaning closer to her.

"The same way you noticed my lighter was out without looking at me." She answered, unbothered.

"... You're fucking bothering doc, always having the final word." He grunted.

"Hey, if you want to play the smart one, don't complain when you find an opponent. It's like getting in water only to complain getting wet."

Jimmy had a small laugh and took a drag of his cigarette. He looked discreetly in Marianna's direction : he had already stated that he found her pretty and even if he wasn't a huge fan of attitude, but occasionnally, it was refreshing. He definitely wouldn't have it everyday but for one night or two... Why not ?

Marianna on the other hand, was discreetly looking inside. She noticed Curly looking in their direction so she turned her head, pretending not to see him. A broken lighter and two men's rivalry, an explosive cocktail that gave her what she wanted : attention.

She kept on chatting with Jimmy who, to her surprise, happened to be a nice company on this evening : 

"So you were in a band ?" She said, surprised,

"Yup, was a pretty good bassist. But I got fucked up by my coworkers, who kicked me out of the group and went to sign with a label." He explained, in a plain voice.

"You never tried to found a new band ?" She asked naively.

"I got blacklisted by my former coworkers. So... I started to work where I could. Gotta pay the bills." He said, shrugging.

"That sucks..." She said, truly sorry for him.

"Es la vida, querida." He said, smiling.

"¿... Hablas español ?" She asked, happy to hear her mother tongue.

"Nope. Just that." He said, shaking his head.

"Owh... I was happy for a second, I miss speaking spanish." Admitted the woman, sadly.

"... You don't speak anymore ?" He asked, curious.

"I do, but only with my brothers... So it gets limited very quickly." Giggled the latina.

"... Okay how do we say "this party sucks" in spanish ?" He said, bothering her.

Marianna started to laugh and translate with Jimmy. They spent at least one hour, with the lady trying to explain to him how to make sentences, translate words... They had a good time... And Grant was watching the whole time. He hated how he felt, he should be happy for his friend... But... He didn't like to see them laughing together.

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OMG OMG I LOVE HOW U WRITE JIMMY!! 💖

can we maybe get some Jimmy nsfw headcannons next? :3

AA THANK YOU!! yes I can! Y'know what I'ma use another NSFW alphabet template! bc I like using these <33 Thanks for ur request nonnie :3

~ROTTEN TO THE CORE- Jimmy NSFW alphabet ~

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. obviously. cw; slight manipulation (if you squint) rough/hard sex, Jimmy is just mean. We know this.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Well, this depends to me. It depends on the relationship. If it's some random hookup with some bitch he doesn't know and took home in a drunken daze, he couldn't give less of a fuck. She can take care of herself. He just passes out after cumming, really. But if you're in a relationship with him, a serious one, he cares a little bit more. He's no prince charming or anything, but he'll give a little more of a fuck. He won't clean you up or anything, but he'll hold you and mutter little praises into your ear until you both fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously, his dick. He's Jimmy. He knows how good he makes you feel. It makes him feel good too, so for him its a pretty good fuckin' organ. For you, your tits. Sure, you're pretty and all that, but watching your tits bounce up and down with his thrusts and covered in his bite marks and hickeys, that's the hottest thing he's ever seen. That and you take his dick; ties in together, yeah?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Everywhere, all over. Inside, on your face, in your mouth, on your stomach, he's shooting his load on it. He's an artist at heart.. Nice and thick. He has natural breeder balls or something like that, LMAO. Fuuuuck and him pulling out to jerk off on your tits hnnngh ghgnn..

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly, he likes bimbos. The idea of you being his dumb little bitch, ditzy and clueless, gets his dick harder than steel. But he knows that's not really a reality since you're a smart girl. But sometimes, he'd just like to fuck you dumb.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's experienced, yeah. He's had a few hookups here and there with chicks he thought were particularly hot. Intimate sex, though? Completely new to him. People are actually supposed to fuck because they like eachother? Who knew?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dooooogggyyyy. Loves to bend you over, ass in the air, your hair in one hand and the other pinned at your side to keep you there. Plus, he likes to bury your face in the pillow so that you can scream as loud as you want. How nice!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious as in solely lust-filled, but occasionally he'll tease. "Yeaah, you like that? Daddy fucking you deep?" "Jimmy, eeewww.." "Pfaha. Kidding, doll."

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't really care that much, but he'll trim if it's getting too out of hand. He hates the feeling of his pubes on his hand; it's gross.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes, once in a blue moon, he'll fuck you sweetly. Kisses and praising and all that mushy shit. Mostly, though, he's a rough and hard fucker who spits pure filth at you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Listen... He's a perv. He probably has a habit of it. He doesn't do it a ton, but goes for several rounds when he does. Like, til his dick is ruby-red raw and he's shooting blanks. He watches porn most of the time, but maybe he'll get off to you if you cross his mind.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Big on pain. Most of the time, receiving it. Yes, our little rat man is a masochist at heart. Rake your nails down his back, bite his shoulder, he loves it. He'll actually probably ask you to do it. "C'mon, baby, hurt me.. I can take whatever you get me.." Also probably a masochist as well. Not anything like knifes or crazy bondage shit, but he likes choking, hair pulling, smacking, biting, all that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He prefers at home because he can get as personal and dirty as he wants, but he has to admit, fucking you in a bathroom stall when he can't take it anymore is pretty damn great. He loves when he has to cover your mouth and cockwarminf you if someone comes in, and only starts fucking you again when they leave.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything you do. You're the sexiest motherfucker ever in his eyes, and the simplest of acts can get him hard. But the thing that works the most for him is you playing dumb. It kinda ties into his bimbo thing. If you ask questions a lot or pretend not to get his innuendos, he's hard as diamond. You're just so fucking cute, how can he not fuck you?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything gross. (Which is funny, considering this is Jimmy.) But a big no-no of his is pegging. He absolutely REFUSES to let anything near his ass, even if it's you asking him. He doesn't wanna take anything up there, that's your job.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving it. He's a sucker for good head game. Big into face fucking too. But occasionally if he's feeling nice, he'll eat you out. It's once in a while, but when it does happen, he's.. surprisingly good at it. I mean, you've watched him tie a cherry stem with his tongue (yes, I believe he can do that) so he's bound to be pretty good at pussy-eating. And if he's feeling super nice, he'll let you ride his face, as long as he gets some control. (ie, holding your hips to grind you down on his mouth instead of letting you grind yourself.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hard and fast. That's how he goes. He can't feel as good if it's slow and soft. If it gets too much for you and you're begging him to slow down, though, he'll do it. But he'll always keep a fast stroke game.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Honestly, he just cares about getting off. So yeah, i'd say he's big on quickies. He'll have loooong sessions with you if he's particularly pent up and you both have time to do it. But a good and quick fuck on the couch is good enough for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He can get risky when it comes to location. But nothing that involves new shit. He won't do any crazy ass positions with you that you saw in some book. He's not a damn gymnast.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

A while. I'd say a few rounds. He's built up stamina from his jack-off sessions. He'll definitely tire you out if he's got the energy to do so. But sometimes, he'll let you ride him while he relaxes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He did back in college, maybe a Fleshlight. But he got rid of it when you came along. Why use it when he had the real thing? He doesn't like using toys on himself, but he wouldn't object to using a vibrator on you!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's so fucking mean. Like, I feel like we can all agree he's mean. He'll orgasm-denial you and only let you come when you beg him enough. "Aww, you wanna come? You sure? I d'no, I don't think I believe you, baby.."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not a screamer, but a groaner. Very much a groaner. And a dirty talker. And, occasionally, although he hates to admit it, a whimperer. Normally that happens when you suck him off. But they're super quiet and he'll deny it if you call him out.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's actually....nice?!?!? nah, I'm joking, but seriously, I think he could be sweet if he wanted to, and sometimes he is! Maybe it's a longer, less harsh kiss or some sweet praise.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Yeaaaah. My favorite part. He's a solid 6.5 inches, not huge (Which is JUST FINE.) but not small. He's circumcised, he's got a happy trail, normal balls ig? I dunno how to describe those, lol.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's not chronically horny, but he is pretty horny a lot of the time. He can normally handle himself because he knows you have limits, but sometimes he just really needs your help.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He won't really. He'll go out, smoke a cigarette, and come back in. If he sees you're asleep, he'll join you.

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i need him so baaddd idc that hes pixelated i want him to molest me

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I got some panties that say "yee haw" on them and I literally cannot stop thinking of curly omg

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jimmy prolly groans when he pisses

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Imagining your f/o getting a hard on seeing you wearing their clothes >>>>>>>

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remembering that u can just jerk off when youre bored is like having a lifeline

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My new kink is men losing control of their hips when they’re cumming

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I'm going to read wuthering heights after drawing this which has nothing to do with it at all lmao

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Some late night thoughts

CW: Jimmy, me needing to go to bed but instead writing at 2 am, Curly defending Jimbo even though he shouldn’t, mention of harassment and uncomfortableness, mentions of misogyny, angsty

Even as I’m reading some fics about being married to curly and curly having kids. I can’t help but think about how Curly’s possible daughter would probably have a difficult time feeling comfortable around Jimmy. Even if Curly gives her every bit of reassurance he can, Jimmy doesn’t seem like the type to hide all of his emotions. Now, this isn’t me saying that Jimmy will actively target her if given the chance, but rather it would be hard for her to feel okay with being around him for long periods of time.

Given that it’s assumed the two of them have been friends for a long time, I would imagine that Jimmy would’ve probably known Curly’s daughter since she was a baby (since I also personally headcanon that they’ve been close since college). Meaning that she’s well acquainted with him. When she was young, she probably didn’t notice any red flags to truly take note of, only seeing Jimmy as “daddy’s best friend that’s at our house a lot”, basically an uncle right? But as she grew into the age where personal relationships were starting to become more important, it felt like his behavior changed.

Especially when adulthood came around.

The comments started off small, questionable but most would look past it.

“Got a boyfriend yet?”

“Nice outfit, suits you nicely.”

“Do you usually wear that around the house?”

“No hug for me kiddo?”

They were enough to make her side him occasionally, but never to cause her to be unnerved. Usually the comments would just be ignored with a “whatever uncle jim.”

But, a part of her couldn’t help but feel like his eyes were following her.

Sure, her dad and him were not just coworkers but best friends, meaning that it was common for the guy to be visiting a lot, but did dad really have to give him a spare key? So now that feeling wasn’t just when the family was all together, but even when she was supposed to be alone.

She swore, she swore she can feel someone looking at her.

Going to Curly himself about it, it just felt like she was talking to a wall sometimes.

Sure, that’s his best friend right? But, look at it from her perspective. Going to a parent about a tough situation especially involving a family friend is never easy, you’re supposed to trust them right? So why did it feel so hard to just be comfortable around Jimmy?

Curly, simply sighed and pulled her in for a hug.

“Listen, I’ll talk to him alright honey? I’m sure we can get it all figured out. You know your uncle doesn’t mean any harm.”

Sure.

The talk, well it went as she expected.

Curly sugar coating the situation and Jimmy nodding as if he understood every word. Afterwords, turning to her and giving what felt like a half assed apology.

“Didn’t mean to make you feel that way kiddo, we good?”

And for some reason, the hug she gave him after that felt a little too firm.

And the feeling was still there, even weeks after the talk.

Now being a young lady, she noticed the way Jimmy would talk about women whenever her dad had friends over.

As if they were just objects for his amusement.

She could hear the laughter downstairs combined with the sound of beer bottles. A part of her being too scared to go and get something to drink.

Why didn’t Curly ever say anything to them about it? Didn’t they know that he had a daughter upstairs who could hear every demeaning word they said?

But she never saw the slightly uncomfortable smile Curly gave them after every degrading comment, hoping they would move on from the topic fast.

But again, never saying a thing.

A part of Curly had taken notice of his little girl’s sudden change in clothing.

Usually, when lounging around and not having to go to work, she would wear a tank top and shorts, or a long sleeve shirt and shorts, either way, she always preferred shorts.

But one day when he came home and she was wearing pants, he couldn’t help but ask.

“Just felt a little chilly, it’s fine dad.”

She never once cared about the weather, it could be frozen outside and she would still wear those shorts.

But why didn’t he ask about why she couldn’t stand being in the same room as Jimmy for too long?

“She’s probably just having some work issues.” He’ll say.

He never noticed the way she would tense up whenever he’ll yell “Your uncle’s here!”

Or the way she her clothes got baggier and baggier.

Usually a parent is supposed to catch onto these things, right?

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cant even be coy about it anymore i want jimmy post therapy post recovery want him to give me his baby and confess that he's changed his mind about children when i tell him im pregnant... and im still unsure. he tells me that like, of course he's not the one carrying it so he'll support me whatever i decide but he says all he can think about is that it's made of part of him and part of me and that can't be so bad... and he wants a chance to do better than his own parents and he thinks i could be a good mom, no really. and im still not 100% certain but i agree to keep it and he gets genuinely involved in the process in taking care of me and in making sure everything is ready for the baby to come and making sure he knows what to do. and we buy a crib for our room and tiny little clothes and blankies and soft plushies and baby books. and he does that thing where he holds the baby bump to take all the pressure off my body... and he's in the delivery room with me when i deliver the baby and its a boy its his little son has soft dark hair looks just like jimmy did in his scant few baby pictures and he's trying not to tear up but he can't help it when he holds our kid for the first time

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being jimmy’s lover but he still rapes anya. you dont even learn about it until judgement day. you stay outside the medbay doors while jimmy and daisuke go off to find their way in and she tells you at last. makes sense why she stopped talking to you. and he’d been really quite sweet to you this whole time, while you’d kissed him and hugged him and fucked him, shared your deepest thoughts with him. slept in his arms every night post crash, seeking his comfort in the red light and the ever increasingly stale air, meanwhile he was the one who put you all in that situation in the first place. grappling with the reality that he was willing to kill everyone, even you, to cover up what he did, and you cried to him countless times about how you didn’t want to die here, him shushing you with gentle reassurances. anya confesses that she wondered so often, why you? and why her? wondering endlessly why you got his his sweet, if clumsy, romance, and why she got raped and told to kill herself about it. and nothing you can say or do now is going to stop what’s about to happen….

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