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justanotherboringwriter · 4 months ago

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something something trans!jimmy trying to baby trap curly to ruin his life but it doesn’t work.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who’d been born a woman, always jealous of Curly growing up. Damn bastard didn’t realize how lucky he was to be born a man–In a body that fitted the inside, unlike Jimmy, who was stuck in this stupid girl body.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who got on t and got it all; body hair, facial hair, a deeper voice. Jimmy, who got the surgery he always wanted. But not bottom surgery–He hadn’t had enough money for that since his parents had kicked him out. Curly and his parents had funded the mastectomy and Jimmy just couldn’t bring himself to ask for even more of their pity money.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, from the start, knew Curly was in love with him. It’s why their toxic, codependent relationship had been so easy to begin. Fortunately for him, Curly had always been attracted to the always masculine ‘girl’ he’d grown up with, so the transition was better for them both

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, in an attempt to finally ruin that perfect blonde cunt’s life, had wrapped his legs around his hips while Curly was fucking him, making sure to lock the man in place and making sure Jimmy was left full of him.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, weeks later, after the morning sickness, cravings, and 4 pregnancy tests, told Curly he was pregnant and it was his.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, upon seeing Curly’s shocked expression, was triumphant. He’d ruined the man’s life.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, upon progressing in the pregnancy, realized it was a mistake. The sore ankles, the burden of the growing fetus within him, the hormonal imbalances, the neediness.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, after being told Curly was going on a month’s long mission late into the third trimester, realized he fucked up.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, one day, while laying in bed with a hand on the stomach that was weighing him down, felt weird. Then felt a splash between his legs.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, sitting alone in a hospital bed, bit his lip to the point of going through the skin, held back tears and screams as he birthed their son.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, after being discharged from the hospital, sat in his apartment, the baby laying in a mobile crib beside him, sleeping soundly as the door unlocked and then closed again, locking. The sound of a duffle bag being placed on the table and the rustling of a plastic bag being heard before footsteps approached him.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, stared blankly and absentmindedly at the TV, spaced out, still dealing with some post–birth pains, barely registered Curly picking up the baby.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, after coming out of his thoughts and finally looking at the man, finally broke down.

“Oh, you’re beautiful..” Curly whispered to the newborn boy, swaddled in the softest white blanket with stripes of blue and red at the bottom. The boy gurgled, his eyes fluttering open as he was taken out of his slumber by the sound of his father’s voice.

“Hi, honey.” His father made sure to speak softly as his large finger gently rubbed against the boy’s rosy and cherubic cheek in a soothing manner. “‘s nice tae meet ya.” Curly added, speaking in his naturally Scottish accent. The boy giggled and reached a tiny, chubby hand up to try and grab at his father’s face.

Curly allowed him, enjoying the feeling of the boy’s hand gently tugging at his stubble in a curious manner.

“Not too hard, ye might hurt daddy..” Curly chuckled.

He was so distracted by the sight of his new son, he didn’t even notice Jimmy staring at him with crossed arms. He looked over, finally noticing him. “What’s wrong? Ye look mad..” Curly asked nervously. “Is this because I wasn’t there for the birth? Ye know I wanted tae be there but I was stuck in space..” He added.

Jimmy’s bottom lip trembled as tears welled up in his eyes. Curly quickly walked around the couch and sat beside Jimmy, the baby boy still in his arms. Curly gently settled the boy into his cradle to focus on his unofficial partner. “Jimmy, baby, what’s wrong?” He cooed softly. Jimmy, without another word, shoved himself into Curly’s arms, breaking down sobbing. Curly wrapped his arms around him, rubbing a hand up and down his back in a melodic manner, comforted the other man. “Shh, shh..” He whispered. “I know, I know; the birth was rough. Wish I could’ve been there tae help ye through it...” He hugged Jimmy closer.

Jimmy’s fists clenched, wrinkling fistfuls of Curly’s Pony Express uniform. “‘s over now, okay? I’ll be here with ye as much as possible–I’ll fight Pony Express for the chance to spend as much time as possible with ye and the baby, alright?” Curly said.

Jimmy nodded, his face nuzzled into the other man’s shoulder, staining the uniform with damp and hot tears.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, after accepting his situation, finally decided to man and mother up.

ᯓ★ Jimmy, who, with the help of Curly, named their new baby boy ‘Benny’.

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acynicalsweetheart · 2 months ago

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CONTROL YOURSELF !

pairing: big brother curly's friend jimmy x curly's little sister reader

word count: 1.6k

dead dove do not eat: 18+, non-con/rape, anal, PAINAL, painal related blood, jimcurly sort of… he's pretending you're curly, one homophobic slur, implications of incest (mainly jim being green with envy but they r never confirmed to be true or not…)

author's note: set in 90s something like that so nevermind the radiohead ref… jimmy's in his early 20s here maybe idk up to u . inspired by an ask i got + kids ‘95! starts a little gay evolves into pretty damn gay.. any interaction/feedback appreciated as always!!

“Hey, Little Curly,” Jimmy walks into your room, shamelessly ogling your ass and bare thighs as you lay on your tummy on your bed. Drowning in your big brother’s shirt.

“I have a name, you know.” You tell him flatly.

“Yeah?” Jimmy says like he’s interested. “I don’t give a fuck, you know.” He ruffles your hair, purposely dishevelling your strands.

“Then why are you here?” You glare up at Jimmy for one second, returning your attention to your fugly Gameboy the other. Probably Curly’s as well.

“Why am I here? That’s a good question.” He stalks along your walls, picking up whatever items you’ve chosen as decorations only to place them in an entirely different spot. Smelling your perfumes. Gross. Girl smell. “I like virgins,” Jimmy says casually.

“Okay?”

Trailing back to your bed, Jimmy makes small talk. “I like it when they scream. Scream real loud. When their puss bleeds.” Like he doesn’t prefer assholes. Who doesn’t anyway? Tighter, no condom, no pregnancy… hurts like hell. Neat. He sits down on the edge of your fancy mattress with a creak.

You’re unbothered. Kids these days.

“That virgin smell.” Jimmy’s eyes are glued to the little pink patch of your panties showing. “So… clean, ya know? Fresh. Us guys, we can smell it.” He leans forward to take a whiff of your hair. Big brother’s shampoo. God damn, are you guys fucking or something?

…

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Curly?” He asks, ‘cause sex don’t count if it’s your family, do it?

You squirm away, squeaking high and loud like a mouse, “none of your business!”

“Come on, the real Curly never gives me this much trouble.” Jimmy tugs on your hair, pulling your head back with it till you’re saying ow, ow, ow. “See, he’s nice. You’re a bitch.”

“I’m telling him you said that.” A divot of anger forms between your brows as you look at Jimmy over your shoulder. Cute. Curly with a softer, younger face.

Jimmy hates it.

“Go ahead, I don’t care,” he says completely unbothered, flicks your forehead—hard. “Neither does Curly.”

With a roll of your eyes, you’re back to clicking away with your sticky little fingers on your toy.

“Bet he fucks you, huh?” He shoots your back profile a sleazy, knowing grin. Talking his shit is an art that Jimmy has mastered over the years.

“Who?” You question like you’re oh-so-clueless. Like you and Curly don’t fool around like lovers when nobody’s watching. Fucking deplorable.

Probably gonna pop out one of those malformed three-eyed and five-legged incest babies in a couple of years. Call it Wavy or some shit.

“You know who. Ya big brother.” He lifts up the edge of Curly’s shirt that you’re wearing. Probably 100% cotton. How he hates rich motherfuckers. Jimmy takes a nice look at your panties, comes to a conclusion: “I bet he eats your pussy.”

“Eww!” You swat his hands away, grimace at Jimmy—face contorted and wrinkled every which way. Like yesterday’s paper. Times Daily. Both equally as insufferable.

“Bet it tastes like butterscotch.”

“Curly! Your friend’s being a jerkwad again!” You yell out in the open, whiny little voice echoing throughout your room. Like he can hear you.

“Jerkwad?” Jimmy parrots with a scoff, “that’s the best you can do? Come on, baby. I’m a creep—“

“—And a weirdo.” You add factually.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snaps, Jimmy’s the only one who’s allowed to insult himself. Not to mention you fucking cut him off. Disrespectful little nutcunt you are. “God. Curly doesn’t talk this much.”

“Well, I’m not—“

Curly, no. You’re a pain in the ass. So for being a pain in the ass Jimmy’s gonna give you a little something-something. Something fitting. Well, might not fit if he’s being entirely honest.

Jimmy shoves your head down. All too easy. Your 3-fps game keeps running, making you die virtually. GAME OVER, flashes the screen in bold pixelated text.

“Hey!” You yell into the pillow, voice muffled by the plushness of it.

Keeping his hand on the back of your head, he lifts up the edge of your shirt again. Pulls down your stubborn panties. “Nice ass.”

Jimmy wonders if Curly’s ass looks like this. His is probably like, fucking hairy and shit. Being a man and all. Pink little hole. Gay-ass hole. Gay asshole. He needs to be inside before he fucking explodes.

“Stop it!” You kick your legs, moving your hands to try—and very much fail—to cover your pussy. And ass.

“Quiet.” He tells you sternly, not ‘cause he’s worried about your big brother hearing but ‘cause it pisses him off how girlish you sound even through the pillow. Unlike Curly. “Or I’ll… kill you. Yeah. I’ll kill you, y’hear that?” Poppin’ mad jazz like momma popped all those pills.

You freeze up. Like Medusa just shot you a nasty glare.

“I got a gun.” Says Jimmy, who legally cannot acquire a firearm. Who has, not much but three pennies and an expired Gatorade and a couple felonies to his name.

And a carnal need to fuck his best friend that is turning him rampantly violent. Rampantly homosexual by the looks of it.

Once you’re shut up real good, Jimmy quickly undoes his belt and zipper, pulling his jeans and underwear down only enough to get his dick out. Shit’s harder than a fucking rock, man. Slicks it with his spit and goes to town.

He hopes that it hurts.

You get these full-body twitches like you’re having a seizure when Jimmy’s tip prods at your tighter hole. He keeps pushing, squishing your face deep into the pillow and forcing his way inside.

Jimmy thinks you scream, but he can’t really tell. Probably can’t even breathe. You’re gripping your sheets so hard your nails break and your knuckles drain of their color. Shaking violently when he buries himself to the hilt with one lone thrust.

“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, relishing the way your asshole is very obviously struggling to fit Jimmy’s cock, “tighter than a mother—“ fucker. Fucker is what he was supposed to add before it turned into a pornstar moan.

God damn, this shit is turning him gay.

Immediately Jimmy starts fucking you the way you were born to be fucked, hips slamming into yours from behind. He pulls all the way out before thrusting all the in. “Holy shit.”

Your voice’s gone hoarse, letting out wheeze after wheeze into the pillow. Vocal chords just as busted as your hole.

A thin layer of blood’s coating Jimmy’s dick like the condom he probably should’ve worn. Wouldn’t want to catch AIDS.

(Jimmy would catch every virus and every disease for Curly a thousand times over if it meant having his own personal pocket-ass to fuck like this.)

“Look at your ass bouncin’ on me like that, Curls.” Jimmy tells you—Curly’s little sister who is face-down into a pillow and for all intents and purposes, cannot look at anything. Let alone your cheeks recoiling with every plunge as he absolutely destroys your ass.

Too bad.

“Best fucking ass I’ve ever fucked, Curly. Sucking me in like that, you want more, huh?”

You shake your head frantically.

“Tiny little sissy,” even though Curly’s about the size of two Jimmy’s, he leans down to lay on top of you, panting into your neck, “you’re not even fighting back.”

“Who woulda guessed you’d be a sucker for ol’ Jimmy’s cock?” Jimmy picks up his pace, skin slapping deafeningly loud as he fucks into you with the strength of fucking Zeus. “Knew you always wanted me back, Curly.”

“Mm, yeah. Shit.” He tightens his grip on your hair, jackhammering into you till your bed that your family probably paid an extra penny for to be silent, whines like it’s old and cheap. “Gonna make me cum.”

Has you kicking up a fuss again. Literally. Wellying your legs like you’re fucking running.

Legs. Curly’s legs. Those horse thighs. Ludicrously sexy and toned and athletic things. Could crush a fucking watermelon with ‘em. And Jimmy’s skull. Giant horse cock. Curly’s cock would be brushing up against the mattress, leaving a huge-ass stain from how deep Jimmy’s plowing his hole.

“You want to take my load deeeep in that hole, dontcha, Curly?” His balls slap against you, a strange stickiness clinging to them and turning the sounds oddly macaroni-like. Jimmy fucks you harder. “Hell yeah, you do. Boyslut. Watch.”

Freezing up again at the same time Jimmy does, your walls grip his dick so fucking hard it’s going to fall off and get stuck inside you forever.

Jimmy’s testies tighten up, groaning as he finally cums, shooting arrows of hot spunk into your ass. Hardest fucking orgasm of his life. Legit ascended to heaven for a second.

He stays like that for a while, falling slack on top of you, hoping he impregnates your rectal womb or whatever the hell. Dick softening, Jimmy pulls out with a sloppy pop! and watches his jizz and your blood drip down your gaping, thoroughly stretched hole to your pussy.

Oddly enough, your pussy’s slicked up with what is presumably your own cum. Fucking whore. Must run in the family. Gross puddle beneath you, coloring your sheets an entirely different shade.

You don’t even move anymore, shaking the slightest bit but not making an effort to do anything else.

Nearly keeling over when he stands up, Jimmy pulls up his jeans, buckling his belt back into place. Leans down to your level with a hand on the pillow next to your head, bracing himself.

“Faggot.” Jimmy whispers affectionately in your ear as you stay face-down—equipped with tits and pussy and… what else do women have that men don’t?

Dignity?

He gets up and shuts the door to your room to go play some Doom downstairs with the real Curly. Adjusting his dick and balls through his pants.

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