#jimmy zare

[la-odette]

JIMMY DARK NSFW HEADCANONS .🔪୨୧ ˖˚⊹

Ignore the typos (I'm not a native English speaker)

tw: dark!fic; rape; non-consensual; implied murder; manipulation; misogyny; dead dove don't eat 🕊️

He would ruin you and your life

Are you the perfect type? Do you get good grades in college, seek a successful career and all that middle-class girl shit? All that would be turned upside down the moment Jimmy got his hands on you. He can't say how, but your naivety made him completely obsessed with you. He needed to burst your pussy, make you bleed beg for him. He needed to corrupt you, you know, turn you into a real woman. 

If he just raped you and got out of your way, you became promiscuous with the trauma, sunk into addictions. "Fuck, you seem like the right type. Never taken a dick before, have you?" The way his wolfish grin flashed when you told him you were a virgin stuck in your mind like chewing gum. You're not sure why (maybe you read some shit about it on the Internet when you were a teenager) but your life was never the same after that night…

If you have three screws loose and a low enough self-esteem to really accept getting into a relationship with someone like Jimmy, he will make severe changes to you. Your flared pants would be replaced by porn-star mini skirts so that he could better grope you whenever and wherever he wanted. "mn, darling. Much better. You know pants are for men, right?"

He forced you into things you never thought you'd accept. A handjob at the movies, or with your ass up sucking his cock while he went over the speed limit on the highways just to compete in some stupid race with Curly. Fuck, you've never had a man make you feel like that. He made you get a nipple piercing, cigarettes became a keychain after he blew smoke in your face during sex. Being with him makes you want to pick up a .40 and do some shit and he loves it. Modesty? Career? Fuck that. He's turned you into a perfect bimbo doll to fuck and brag about. He couldn't stop thinking about it from the first time he touched you.

"I love the lace ones, they're easier to tear."

He loves tearing your clothes, especially your panties.

 If it is a serious relationship Jimmy will do his best to hold back but it's almost instinctive. Most of the time, he just puts it to one side and fucks your brains out while holding onto the bar like a leash, but sometimes (especially when you're on your stomach) he pulls the fabric too hard, leaving only the sharp sound of the lace being torn. "I told you I'll fucking buy ya 'nother one - mnn - . If you don't shut up I'm goin' to shove it down your throat". 

If you're not in a serious relationship, he doesn't care. Tear your panties like paper along with the rest of your clothes if you have to, after all, you probably won't need them later.

"Shut the fuck up" 

When he forces you to fuck in a public place, he'll try to get you to be quiet. If you're in a stable relationship, he'll be more patient, covering your mouth with his big hand until your eyes roll back, sometimes pulling it away to grab your breasts or ass. "Damn, shut the fuck up. nmh shut the fuck up!" He might slap you hard across the face or two to silence you, ignoring the fact that he himself is just as vocal while fucking as you are, biting his own lips to keep from grunting and growling. 

If the two of you have been complete strangers, Jimmy prefers to tie his belt around your lips as a gag. He doesn't make a point of being patient in this scenario, hanging you to silence your crying while making you lose consciousness. 

"Me? Moaning? That's women's shit" 

He tries hard not to be vocal, but fails miserably. I mean, Jimmy always knew how to use words very well - a born manipulator. "You're lonely, cutie. I can see it on your face." He'd run his hands over your body, say softly in your ear, "You want to feel wanted, don't you, little thing? Come to my home, stop playing hard to get" his voice is low, rough. As if he were telling you a secret while rubbing against you from behind. 

During sex he can't hold back his words, always humiliating you when he's not too busy panting or growling. The hair falling in his face prevents you from seeing clearly when his eyes roll back as he cums. He had to bite his lower lip so fucking hard that it bled afterwards.

[n0seblood]

(WIP) yeah still working on this shit

[inval1den]

hes like if an anime girl had no redeeming qualities

[koiiiifisshh]

Y'ALL ME AND MY FRIEND WERE THE PEOPLE WHO DECODED THE UHH,, POPULAR THEORIZED LAST NAMES OF THE MOUTHWASHING CREW

• Grant Curly

• Swansea Hotard/Harold

•Anya Musume

•Jimmy Zare

•Daisuke Juarez

I'M ACTUALLY DOING FLAPPY HANDS RN I AM SO HAPPY THAT LIKE.. 80% OF THE FANDOM IS USING THE NAMES WE DECODED FOR THEM!! I LOVE Y'ALL SOSOMUCH HELPP

[jimmpreg]

taken from my rednote bcuz the stickers r cute lol

practice jimmies over the last few months as I’ve been super indecisive abt how to draw him

[redlenai]

I can stop making memes whenever I want (A lie)

OG under the cut

[sydtheaustralia]

Jimbo Thug Life

[dearimasu]

hi i had to gif my wives off of the new joestastic animation. bye

[acynicalsweetheart]

OKAY UHMM !!!!!!!!!!! HEY ... SOOOO .... I LOEVEEVVEV YOUR FICS SO FUCKING MUCH AND AND ADN ..!!!!!!

uhmhm,,, this is based off of FREQUENT fantasies i have soo,,,

reader who is Curly's biological kid,,, leaving and neglecting the reader for his job, often leaving the reader alone with their "uncle" Jimmy,, Jimmy grooms the reader and eventually just takes advantage of them,, do what you will with this request!! -🎧

hai thank u very much!!! um sorry this is actually terrible LMFAO. really rushed and some parts do not cling together.. anyway imagining this is set in 90s. maybe. just cause. may occur typos it’s 6 am and i’m sleep deprived.. wow 1.9k words should turn into a fic but whatever

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, smut, pseudo-incest, dub-con/coercion, grooming sort of, age gap, etc etc

“Uncle Jimmy,” you’re clinging to his arm like a baby monkey clings onto its mama, rightfully so when he’s leading you through the trailer park that might as well be a family reunion for registered sex offenders—Jimmy included. “When do you think daddy is coming back?”

“Never.” Jimmy says with a cigarette between his lips, ashes falling onto his shirt when he speaks.

“What?!” Your expression screams oh-so-offended, tightening your grip on Jimmy and shaking him a little. Fancy tennis bracelet tugging painfully on his arm hair in the process. Fucking ouch. Leech. “Why?”

You look so out of place. Shame daddy dearest didn’t care enough to take some time off for you. Look like you should be living in his fancy mansion, not hogging up all your time with Uncle Jim who owes exactly everyone more money than he’s worth. Poor trust fund baby you are. 

Don’t you have friends or some shit? 

“Sweetheart,” he shoves you inside his trailer, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the kitchen, “your dad is a fuck-awful pilot. And captain. Prolly crashed into the sun like fucking Amelia Earheart by now.” 

Thank fuck Jim got fired. Capitalist community. Pony Express, that is. Entirely fitting for Curly and his riches. Didn’t even have to climb no damn ladder.

“Oh my God.” You sit down on his couch looking dejected as ever, clutching your head in disbelief. 

Jimmy plops down next to you with a groan ‘cause fuck he is getting old, slings an arm behind you—beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. “Just kidding.”

“Oh.” 

“You want?” He nods to the goodies in his hands, cigarette so close to your arm Jimmy could press it down hard and leave a mark if he wanted to. Its ashes fall onto your white dress without you noticing. 

“Oh.” Man, you’ve seriously gotta get yourself a new vocabulary. Practice your etiquette by saying dear heavens or some Curly-esque bullshit. “I don’t… daddy would kill me.” 

He thinks he hears something. What’s that? A little bee in his ear? Puuussy!

“Yeah, your daddy a million miles away would kill me.” Jimmy takes another drag, blowing out the smoke in your face.  

Waving away the grey cloud, you giggle, “okay, I know it sounds stupid but—“ Jimmy shoves the cigarette between your lips, essentially forcing you to take a hit. “Hey!” And you’re coughs galore. 

Cracking open the beer with his teeth, Jimmy takes a swig whilst watching you gasp for air like you’ve just barely survived drowning. Drinks it like it’s water. Practically is at this point. “You gotta boyfriend?” 

“Ew!” Jimmy can’t tell if you’re saying that to his question or the taste of your first cigarette. “No…” 

“No? Why not?” He gives you a slowmo once-over, gaze middle landing on your tits and obvious bralessness before reaching their final destination at the whorishly short hem of your dress. “You’re… not bad.” 

Could always be thinner. Better. Prettier. 

“I don’t know…” your head hangs lowly, anxiously picking on the fabric of your clothes, “I—I don’t think daddy wants me to…”

“Baby, your dad wants you to get married. Have kids. All that white picket fence bullshit.” He leans over to put the beer on the coffee table that’s a kneecap hazard, cracks one of his vertebrae in the process. “And soon. Or he oughta be real disappointed.” From under his nails, Jimmy flicks away some debris in the form of cigarette ash. Shit’s fucking everywhere.

Been an avid smoker since second grade, it’s a mystery how he ain’t part cigarette yet. Bet if he took a DNA test it would say 52% tobacco. 48% American. 

“You really think so, Uncle Jimmy?” Your voice is about as meek as a mouse. Daddy issues, huh. Must be why you like hanging around Jimmy so much. 

“Yeah.” Adjusting his army cap that he stole from your dad’s truly—‘cause Jim never fell for Vietnam—he conjures up a scheme. “Unless… you could get in some practice.”

“Practice?” 

“At boyfriend and girlfriend stuff.” You perk up at that, glossing over him with this girlish wonder in your eyes. Can practically see how bad you want a Prince Charming. “Yeah. That’d make daddy real proud, wouldn’t it? His little girl, all grown up.”

“O—okay. So how… do I start?” You shift closer to Jimmy, paying extra attention like he’s a guidance counsellor. 

“Stupid.” He flicks your forehead, you flinch. “You’ve got Uncle Jimmy right here, haven’t you?”

“Oh.” Please. What were you expecting? For Jimmy to drag out one of those well-groomed, well-adjusted private school boys that Curly so badly wants you to marry, out of his closet and hand him over to you? “Okay…”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” He murmurs, takes one more drag of the cigarette. 

You look a little sick. Like you think practicing with Uncle Jimmy’s a fate worse than death. Or maybe it’s the smoke of his dart getting to your head. 

“We’ll start slow. Kissing, hand stuff, maybe I’ll show you how to make good use of that mouth. Can’t tell daddy, though. Got that? You tell him, I’ll find you and kill you. Keep your body wrapped up in my trunk and make use of it.”

Nodding frantically, you agree. “Yes—yes, I got it!” 

“Just kidding,” says Jimmy, who is as serious as a heart attack—as passionate as lovers on their wedding night, about his threats. 

“Yeah… I know.” 

“C’mere.” Pulling you impossibly closer, till your warm smooth legs meet his jagged jeans, he stares you right in the eye. “You ever seen a cock before, baby?”

You look taken aback by his brash question, blinking like your eyes have dried up before replying. “No…” 

“Good.” 

“I mean I—“ whatever it is you’ve got to say, he doesn’t care. 

“Gimme your hand.” Jimmy reaches for your arm, grabbing ahold of your hand to hold it against his crotch. “Feel this?”

“Um…” you wince, trying to feel for his dick to no avail, “no.” At least you’re more honest than Curly. That suck-up would’ve said yes I can feel your dick Jimmy! Oh gosh you’re so big! …If he were a woman, that is. 

“No.” He repeats, waits a moment to see you start sweating bullets in real time. “That’s ‘cause I ain’t hard. Gotta turn me on first, dumbfuck. How’d you expect to please a man if you can’t even make him get it up?”

“I’m sorry! I don’t know how.” 

Oh my God, you’re a fucking baby. Daddy Curly must’ve never given you the birds and the bees talk either. Well, now Uncle Jimmy’s here to patch that up. More like rip off the band-aid of your innocence. Kind of overdue, dontcha think? 

“Kiss me.” 

“Okay…” you hesitate before leaning in, letting your eyes flutter shut and slotting your lips against your Uncle Jimmy’s. 

You suck at it. 

Literally. And figuratively. 

Jimmy kisses you back, gripping the nape of your neck to deepen it. “Mmm, yeah. Real nice and sloppy, that’s it.” He speaks against your lips, licking into your mouth like you’ve got gold hidden somewhere in there. “Suck on that tongue.” 

And you do. Till your spit fucking drips down Jim’s stubble. Gross. 

“Gotta feel me up.” He guides your hand, flattening it and dragging it up and down his length. “Palm me till you feel it rising.” 

You moan into his mouth, probably that little switch in the back of your head turning on. Sending signals to your brain to soak your panties and whatnot. Are you even wearing panties? You look like you wouldn’t. Slut. 

Making quick work of his belt while you go to town on his mouth, Jimmy unzips his jeans and whips his dick out. 

He breaks the kiss, tilting your head down for you since you got a little too excited. Seems like you and his dick’s got something in common at least. “That’s right. Uncle Jimmy’s such a fucking pervert for his little girl, ain’t he? Look at that. His cock’s all hard and tall just for you.”

“Oh, my…” you blink at it. It’s all you ever do. Slowly and stupidly. 

“Go on,” Jimmy guides your hand to wrap around his girth, watching your eyes dart all over the place probably ‘cause you don’t know how to act. Feeling his cock throb and twitch in your palm like that. “Touch me.”

The concept of pleasing a man isn’t entirely lost on you, ‘cause you begin to stroke him up and down. The friction feels like sandpaper but alright. Should’ve told you to spit on it beforehand. No pun intended.

“Harder. What are you so shy for?” He pulls your hand away, soaking it with his own spit before guiding it for you. “I said harder. Faster. Gotta make me cum.”

Your hand starts moving under Jimmy’s, finally getting him somewhere. Not quite close. But somewhere. 

“Fuck, you’re such a whore for Uncle Jimmy, ain’t you?” He lets go of your hand again, reaching over to pluck his cigarette and stick it back into between his lips for another drag. 

Was already feeling the withdrawal symptoms. Creeping up on him like the orgasm he should be having but most likely won’t seeing as you’re not especially good at what you’re doing. First times, huh. 

“Yes…” you say so quietly Jimmy can barely hear you. Saddened almost. Must be aware of how terrible you are at making a man cum. 

“Bet you wish daddy was watching. Oh, he’d be so proud, wouldn’t he?” Jimmy is aware he says the word proud like he’s got something personal against it. Which he, in fact, does. “At how fast you’re learning. Turning into a good slut already.” 

“You think?” Your expression is so earnest. Like you think you’ve finally found your purpose or some shit. 

Learning to suck maybe. Turning into a one-dollar trailer park whore ‘cause that’s all you’re worth with those useless housewife hands you were born with—being Curly’s and all. 

“Hell yeah, I think.” Jimmy tilts his head back, feeling like a woman ‘cause apparently they fake orgasms nowadays. He makes eye contact with a fine fella on his chunky little cable TV. Looks just like Jim if he were a fraction cooler, had more tattoos and funkier hair—a rockstar. Hey, ain’t he that Girls, Girls, Girls fella? “Oh fuck.”

He’s cumming. Loud. Fuck. Embarrassing. 

Balls tightening like they’ve been dipped in ice, Jimmy fucks your hand and groans. Biting down onto the cigarette so hard he tastes fucking ash on his tongue. Throws the shit across the floor with shaky fingers and white knuckles your shoulder for support. 

“What?” You look at his face like that’s where he’d cum from, takes about a minute till you feel him spill down your fingers. “Oh my lord!”

“Shit.” Said shit is everywhere. Thickest whitest load Jimmy’s ever shot in his life. “Well, ‘bout time you put some good use to that mouth, huh?”

“Um…” you look to the side, nose twitching in an what’s most likely an attempt to not grimace. Yeah. Jimmy doesn’t blame you. Not an especially appetizing sight, is it?

“Use your tongue.” He forces your head down till you’re head to head with the head of his dick. Pushing you down far enough to bump the tip of your nose to the tip of Jimmy’s dick. “C’mon, can’t do it on my own. That’s what girls are for.”

You start lapping away like a dog. Not a sweet little kitten but a nasty ol�� dog. Must be why you like hanging around Uncle Jimmy so much. 

“Just lick it aalll up, yeah. Like that.” Your eyes are pricking with tears when he tilts your head up, globs of jizz sticking to the corners of your mouth. “Now swallow.”

[caramelclover]

Hello I bring u a little thought experiment I had: Swapwashing. An au where the tulpar crews professions are all swapped amongst each other but their personalities remain intact hehe

Poor Anya surrounded by idiots and she is on her last strand of sanity

Little character dissection and possible plot under the cut!!

About The Crew

Swansea - The Captain - Swansea is the captain and has been serving for a while. He's made it to the top all the while having settled and had kids with his wife. All in all he's comfortable and self assured to a fault. He knows the ins and outs about the company, so he's able to lead his crew with a bit of of a softer hand and more chummy attitude. This is why he'd view Anya, a younger co-pilot that transferred onto the Tulpar a few years back, as a thorn in his side when she starts worrying about the ship and questioning his practices.

Anya - The Co-pilot - Anya is an accomplished Co-pilot, however she does not strive to become a captain. The work is arduous, tedious, it stresses her out to no end to the point that she's started growing grey hairs at the age of 32. She's a rather anxious person and in turn it makes it hard for her to enjoy her line of work. Instead she wants to keep the ship running well, but she does want to find work elsewhere, preferably in an environment that won't treat her lesser than her male coworkers.

Curly - The Mechanic - A low stress job that allows Curly to flex his muscles is something he enjoys. It allows him time and energy to both focus on his work and wonder what the next chapter of his life will bring. Overall he is outgoing and is looking forward to doing more for his crew; he wants to help them all as best as he can

Jimmy - The Nurse - Curly put in a good word for his friend Jimmy in the pursuit of helping him get a job. This, as well as the requirements for being a nurse while working at Pony Express, means that Jimmy has a bit more power than he's used to. He's keen on harassing his co-workers under the guise of "medical necessity", and he makes many nasty remarks to Anya specifically, disregarding her status. Anything he says or does is a "joke" and Swansea defends that.

Daisuke - The Nurse Intern - Daisuke is sweet, he does his best and tries to learn from the best. But Jimmy isn't exactly a positive influence, and Jimmy actively sabotages Daisuke's learning to ensure he does not become a nurse under Pony Express by feeding him false information and practices. The one thing he can keep alive though is his tamagotchi.

The Plot (WIP)

So my main idea for the plot itself hinges on Anya crashing the ship. While it may not be 100% in character, there's a reason for this. Jimmy isn't exactly the most above board nurse there is, neither is Pony Express. I believe Pony Express would use some cheaper, off brand alternatives to medication, including experimental drugs. Coupled with Jimmy not being the most attentive nurse, while also having ulterior motives, would try to harm Anya in some way. However this would essentially back fire, as the medicine would result in her having a psychotic break and crashing the ship. Her psychotic break would be mostly hallucinations, but they'd be led by her hatred for her situation. After all, the captain who has scorned her for most of her stay gets to have glowing recommendations and a chance at a job after the firing.

When the ship crashes Swansea is the victim, and the story would then follow Anya's guilt for what had happened, as well as her feelings of rage and anxiety as she's now the sole captain of a crew that sees her as lesser.

The story is still a bit of a WIP and i'll be sort of chewing it over, so things are subject to change. BUT that's my premise :D

[targetf0rce]

I'm so glad i live in the same timeline as tomodachi life because what the hell did i make

[n0seblood]

[sunny-sourzii]

Unfortunately I have the curse of "artist that can only draw well at school"

TW: jimtesticular cancer

Done in notability 🗣️

[islandofthedollz]

I feel like Jimmy would def be into coquette/hyper feminine girls who are hella naive (totally not self inserting)

⁠❥ As a fellow Coquette/ hyper fem girlie I love this shout out to all the girlies. Since Valentine’s Day is coming up, I tend to get all my room decor about this time of the year because it’s everything is so cute. I think the girls who are all pink to the gym is a power move ngl props if your lifting and wearing a skort.

⁠❥ Jimmy would love the idea of you being all dainty and cute.

⁠❥ Whenever you go to your vanity and do your make up and hair, he laughs at you making jokes that you’re playing dress up.

⁠❥He loves it when you look up at him with your cute big eyes telling him that you learned what snowballing is from one of your friends.

⁠❥ the first time you take it to a sex store you cover your eyes because you’ve never seen a dildo before and you’re too embarrassed to hold it until look at it he laughs and makes fun of you.

⁠❥ He likes the idea you don’t have a lot of experience and that you usually would believe anything.

⁠❥ one time he was smoking and you asked him if you can try to smoke and you inhaled the cigar started coughing.Jimmy said smoking wasn’t for innocent cute girls.

⁠❥ You basically decorated your shared living space so it’s super cute with a tiny amount of Jimmy’s decoration in a corner.

⁠❥ He tells you he likes to think you get all pretty for him.

⁠❥ He says he hates going shopping with you but secretly he really likes it especially when you give him a fashion show in the dressing room, saying which dress he likes better or these pink leggings are cute.

⁠❥ You two make such an interesting couple that people turn their heads. someone who’s really cute and pink and feminine has her make up all well put together has really cute accessories holding hands with a scruffy man who has a dirty shirt and unkept hair.

⁠❥Your parents disapprove of the two of you dating. You have no experience and you’re dating an older man. But you don’t see that Jimmy loves you and you love him so you don’t see anything wrong.

⁠❥ People are really curious but personally about your relationship dynamic for sure.

⁠❥ You also made him a really cute heart-shaped cake for your anniversary and you both have matching bracelets that you made for him. He says he doesn’t wear, but he wears it under his uniform because the long sleeves cover it! 

[jimmpreg]

🐴🍼🫃🩸

[redlenai]

I'm going to get kicked out the SPN and MW fandoms