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justanotherboringwriter · 2 months ago

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back again; more trans!jimmy x curly as parents. this time; hc’s.

╰┈➤ JIMMY

˙⋆✮ Jimmy’s constantly worrying Benny got the mentally ill or addiction genes. A few days after announcing the pregnancy to Curly, he had a nightmare of him hurting the baby via substances and woke up crying so bad he was shaking and couldn’t speak. Was so scared he stopped cold turkey which definitely made the pregnancy harder because of withdrawals but he never regretted his decision.

˙⋆✮ Jimmy’s always kinda wanted kids. Always said he hated them but also always wanted to just hold his own little angel, coo to them, cover them in kisses, spoil them rotten, etc. Gave up long ago because of self–harm, alcoholism, and drug abuse. Told him it’d be cruel to bring a child into this world with the state of his body.

˙⋆✮ As I mentioned in the previous oneshot, he wanted to baby trap Curly to try and ruin his life but also because, as much as he tries to deny it, he’d always wanted his kid to be Curly’s. Whether it was through sex or him doing some cartoon shit to get some of Curly’s semen.

˙⋆✮ Growing up, Jimmy insisted that, whenever they played house, he was the mother and Curly’s wife. He’d known Curly for the longest so he was the only person actually qualified to be his wife, right? Also, hated the thought of being a housewife but for Curly? Frilly dresses, warm meals ready, the house was spotless, the kids were in bed, the dogs were fed.

˙⋆✮ Of course, that didn’t happen and they were more like friends with benefits who just so happened to know have the sweetest little angel boy in their shitty apartment.

˙⋆✮ Speaking of shitty apartment, Jimmy, soon after bringing Benny home, got his shit together. He cleaned up the apartment, threw out the trash, washed everything, threw out old and dirty stuff, hell, he even exchanged all those abandoned cans and bottles for cash. The apartment was practically an entirely new place after finally getting some love after what felt like forever.

╰┈➤ CURLY

˙⋆✮ As I mentioned, I am a Scottish Curly truther. He hides his accent as he can be hard to understand but around Jimmy and Benny, he’ll speak with his accent. Benny loves it especially and, growing up, told people his dad “spoke funny” with the sweetest little giggle.

˙⋆✮ So fucking happy to be a father. Been his dream since he was a kid to have a wife, kids, live in suburbia, etc. He now had an unofficial partner but hey, that’s still his husband and he still got a baby boy.

˙⋆✮ Quickly made sure that they moved to a better place. Jimmy actually cleaned the apartment so they could sell it. Curly was more than happy to look for suburban houses they could raise Benny in. Made sure everything was ready so Jimmy could immediately get rest after being left alone to take care of Benny while Curly was busy.

˙⋆✮ Definitely would take Benny out for snow related sports + working out (canonically likes snow sports & powerlifting). Just has Benny lift the tiniest weights he could find at the store or waddle through hoops.

˙⋆✮ 100% proposes to Jimmy soon after the birth to make them an ‘actual’ family. Didn’t have a public wedding and just signed a paper since Jimmy took longer to recover from the pregnancy and birth.

˙⋆✮ One word; Tartans. Tartans are Scottish patterns used to signify clans.

╰┈➤ DRABBLE

Jimmy brushed his hair back as he settled a bag of KFC on the dinner table. He looked around, noticing the house was silent. Unusually silent.

Concerningly silent.

“Curly?” He called out.

He heard his husband cursing in Gaelic before he yelled back. “Yes, dileas?” ‘Dileas’? Oh, now he knew Curly had fucked up. He never called him ‘dear’ unless he was trying to hide something from Jimmy. “Curly,” Jimmy started as he walked to where he’d heard Curly’s voice. “What the hell did you do?” He added, now standing outside the bathroom.

Curly stuttered anxiously, scrambling to find the right words before sighing in defeat. “Promise you won’t get mad?” He asked meekly. “Fine. I won’t get mad–Now open this door.” Jimmy replied sternly.

Curly slowly unlocked the door and Jimmy pushed it open, freezing at the scene before him.

There, in the tub, sat Benny, wearing a pirate outfit and a kilt. A kilt with Curly’s clan’s tartan on it. The wispy tuft of blonde hair on Benny’s head was slightly damp, signifying he’d recently been wet. A bath, Jimmy knew since he’d told Curly to bathe the boy while he got their food.

Jimmy started silently, in confused disbelief.

“He’s a spùinneadair..” Curly muttered, looking down and avoiding eye contact. “A what?” “A spùinneadair. A pirate.” “I go out to get us KFC and you turn our son into a pirate wearing your family’s tartan.” Jimmy sighed in exasperated.

“But–But he looks adorable!” “Of course he looks adorable; it’s Benny! The boy’s practically an angel because of your genetics, Mr. Golden boy!” Jimmy scoffed. “But look at those brown eyes! They’re your eyes!” Curly pouted.

Jimmy sighed. “Whatever. Now, can you and your little pirate come to the dining room so we can eat?” He said. Curly scooped Benny up and Benny waved excitedly at Jimmy. Jimmy took Benny from his husband’s arms and kissed the boy’s chubby, rosy cheek, making him giggle happily.

Jimmy walked off with Benny, Curly following behind and cooing to the baby, making him laugh.

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acynicalsweetheart · 1 day 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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