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he could cut me up and bruise me all he likes and my ass is still sucking him off

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if you write fictional rape . for a fictional rapist . you gotta die . you gotta kill yourself . why ? because someone on tumblr who thinks they have better morals than you said so . so go ahead . listen to the little tumblr voice who constantly perpetuates purity culture and clutches their pearls at anything dark content but thinks horror movies are good . do it now .

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mouthwashing characters and their icks

ship. tulpar crew x reader

content. sfwish, just annoying things about our faves, some are romantic and some are general.

Captain Curly

Wildly empathetic. Like to a point where it’s annoying. Like yes, you get it. It’s sad to see an animal on the side of the road. But this is the second dog this week and it’s bit him twice. (He also falls for like. Fake homeless scams. Omg.)

I think he had an era where he had a cat that fucking hated him and never ever left under the guest room bed and terrorized his guests but he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it. 💀

He always ends up playing devil’s advocate without trying. Like when you’re complaining about someone at work or some bitch who cut you off in traffic, Curly’s like “maybe they had a bad day!” or something.

He just…never lets you just wallow in your misery when you need to. When he starts with his “look on the bright side!” stuff it makes your eyes roll back into your skull.

Is soooooo fucking conflict avoidant he’d rather just take shit on the chin then ever speak his mind about things with you. It gets so bad bc he’s bottling all this crap up and getting kinda catty. Because he won’t just grow up and tell you what his problem is.

Comes home in his dirty ass shoes and tracks mud all over the house. I mean he’ll swiffer it up like the housewife he is but it’s annoying.

Doesn’t clean his hands before touching your phone (or his own) before eating,. U get a greasy screen.

Jimmy is an asshole to you and Curly just goes “now now, Jim…” It won’t be until Jimmy does something like. Really bad. That Curly decides to put his foot down and enforce boundaries with that man. You witness this dude literally use your man as a doormat way too often.

If you make him choose. He would probably choose Jim unless push really came to shove…..

GIRLS FLIRT WITH HIM IN PUBLIC AND HES TOO ‘AWKWARD’ TO SAY “I’m taken…” so he just flaunts in the attention. In reality he just…likes the attention but doesn’t want to admit it to himself. (He’s loyal don’t get me wrong but this is annoying)

Thinks big romantic public gestures are cute. Whether that is an ick or not is up to you.

Jimmy

GOES THROUGH YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU’RE ASLEEP OR IN THE BATHROOM. And when you catch him he’s doesn’t even bother to make a good excuses “just wanted to check something.” Okay??? What?? If you go through his phone he will legit tackle you for it back (he isn’t even cheating he’s just pathetically bitchless and friendless. His last text was to his dealer and bro didn’t even respond.)

Will leave your important messages on read. It’s like he has read receipts on just to spite you.

Aggressively questions you out of the blue on who you know and hang out with as if it isn’t the same fucking people each time.

Really horny when he’s drunk and tries to seduce you but has terrible whiskey dick.

Terrible morning breath. Rank. Disgusting. Also all his clothes have the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke. Along with his carpet. And furniture. His walls are probably off-white too.

World’s dirtiest bathroom it’s literally so gross. He leaves his stubble in/around the sink after shaving with an electric razor real fast before work.

Has probably kissed you and then asked you what you last ate with a grimace 💔

Your friends hate him. Your family hates him. Your landlord hates him. And he hates them back.

You’ve had to bail him out of jail before. The officer on duty just gives you a pitied look when he sees you walk in and say you’re bailing him of all people out.

Pretty sure he has threatened to kill himself if you leave him multiple times but lashes out at you when you’re sweet to him at the most random times.

Anya

Stealing this from @l1v1ngd3dgrrl but Anya has the DUMBEST. LAUGH. Like she has a cutesy laugh until she’s finally not thinking and she laugh so hard she snorts. So loud.

Refuses to file down her nails so she accidentally scratches you all the time.

Definitely has an ex she’s still friends with that makes you lowkey question what is going on between them bc they’re obviously still into her and she doesn’t see it.

She silently judges and you can see it on her face when she has something to say but then she goes “it’s nothing!!!” And refuses to say it. (However, this does make her the best gossiper and she can be a total mean girl and tear apart bitches you hate on secret.)

Lowkey tries to psychoanalyze you when you’re venting to her like girl. I am not your homework.

Thinks it’s her responsibility to “fix you” for some reason. Takes you being depressed, angry, etc a little too personally.

Never watches the movies or shows you recommend you have sit her down and watch it w her. And she will. Be distracted by stuff on her phone.

Avid Mitski fan. And Nora Jones. Just an air of sad girl and longing to her that goes soooo crazy.

Big fan of ugly sweaters and tacky matching outfits….but has the audacity to make comments on your style.

Daisuke

“This one’s for you!” *Misses*. In public. In front of your friends. Need I say more.

Uses your hair products in the shower and your soap and your nice shaving oil without asking. :/

This is moreso in the beginning of the relationship but. I see this persisting that he’s constantly looking to you for approval for things. Has a really difficult time making decisions on his own, too. He’s looking to you for guidance on stuff,

Unironically thinks Dutch ovening you is funny.

Your friends all think he’s mid and although he’s sweet. You’re way outta his league. You’re dating down.

Has more skin care products than he can ever use. He’s a total product junkie.

GACHA GAME WHALE. Has definitely borrowed money for a ten pull in genshin 💔

Has cried out of frustration over Fortnite before (he was in a bad place. Okay.)

Cannot keep a job for the life of him. The only solid career he lands is like. Bobarista. But goddamn he’s good at it.

Has. Forgotten your anniversary/birthday/etc. before. and probably almost threw up out of guilt.

Swansea

Does the dad cold start every morning. Hacking. Coughing. Spitting up in the sink. It’s gross.

When he takes a shit he’s stuck in the bathroom for like half an hour at least. It’s always oddly humid and gross if you go in after him.

Chews with his mouth open.

Walks around shirtless only in underwear and will proudly fart whenever he needs to and it’s loud as fuck.

His kids lowkey hate him tbh. 💀 they have a better relationship as adults but man. Rocky fucking childhood.

Nothing ever really makes him satisfied or truly happy so you’re stuck in this weird limbo on if he actually gives a shit about you or not.

Rolls his eyes at you. When you can plainly sees he has suuuuch an attitude problem it’s crazy.

Definitely has asked for a manager in your presence over something minuscule (you wanted to die)

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kind of really need big, sweaty, hairy jimmy on top of me right now

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you haven't changed, you just think you have

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(Not really too fond of this drawing but whateva) MORE ART OF MY OUTLAST OC, SASCHA!!!

For those who were curious about lore, here’s a document for all that good stuff. Beware that I did not hold back and it’s a read B]

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Prime asset OC reveal (WIP) !!! . May I introduce you all to Volker Brandt, a German veteran from WW2 who used to be a medic during the war

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Happy New Year please enjoy my current desktop background that threatens me to work.

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It was just another shit day. A shit day stalked by a shit night. Bailey couldn't remember the last time he just existed, instead of just dragging himself place to place, trying to make money and not go insane while he did it. It was hard though.

cw. bitch stripper reader. rough sex, power bottom reader. violent bailey who doesn't give a fuck about sex workers. sex with no feelings outside of awe and hate. younger bailey. forced semi-submissive bailey but he's still a fucking asshole.

characters. bailey the caretaker. gn reader.

notes. happy new year. two days after my job laid off everyone who recently joined, i write about bailey being paycheck to paycheck and dominated by a stripper. excellent.

Half a year ago, the caretaker had thrown him out on his ass, with barely enough time to grab any of his shit. To be fair, he didn't have much anyway. He had to couch hop with his shit friends to start with, then made a bit more money to stay at the hotel. One shit hand trying to gamble with the guys with silver spoons shoved up their asses, and he was down most of his money. Lately he had just started living out of a car he stole. It hurt his back, he was always cold, but he had to just get through it. Then he'd buy a gun and shoot the old bastard in the gut. Not that he was harboring a grudge.

But right now, he had to ignore the sore throb of his lower back in favor of watching the strippers, sighing through his nose. The club paid like shit but the brothel didn't even want bouncers, no matter how many times he tried to talk Briar into paying him to be some muscle, at least for a little while. It was either this or bar-tend at the pub, and he didn't have the patience not to backhand a bitch for grabbing his ass. Funny that he was being paid to stop that from happening with the dancers.

Small mercies, Bailey wasn't one. His back was already hurting and trying to imagine pulling off those moves, twirling around the pole... Just the thought made his knees hurt.

Speaking of... There was a drunk guy who was two shots away from slobbering on your shoes. Or throwing up. Either way, you'd give him an earful about it.

Bitch.

Bailey never pretended he was likeable. His friends came from mutual interest in fucking others over, being a heavy hitter at the orphanage, or just a way to try and get in their pants. None of this came from him being a joy to be around. Didn't mean you got to have a fuckin' attitude towards him. The other dancers avoided him, or tried to bribe him to look the other way when taking customers around the back, which always worked. He never said no to an extra couple of quid, he wasn't an idiot.

But you didn't even give him the time of day, as if you weren't stripping for money, and he was your protection from being yanked off the pole and onto a cock. When Bailey was having a shit day, he wanted nothing more to smack some sense into you, make it clear that you might be a favourite in here, but out on the streets? He was a few drinks from grabbing your neck from behind and forcing you into an alley, pimp you out and leave you in the gutter... But he'd get fired. Yeah.

Also you weren't bad to look at. Probably his favourite to keep an eye on, as long as you kept your mouth shut and continued to work yourself against the pole. Always wearing skimpy clothes that left little to the imagination but you still got people to see under what was hiding under it all. It would almost make him forgive you for getting him a bit heated beneath the belt, just like the married men and giggling bachelorette parties that watched you dance.

His tired eyes slowly dragged themselves from you for just a moment, checking on the other dancers, before lingering at the bar. One of the younger years he'd push around at school was there, pouring drinks. It was a popular rumor that one of the teachers, Leighton, had a hard on for him. Bailey mulled over going over and seeing if any coins would roll out of his pockets if he shook him, when there was a shout of anger.

He looked back, just in time to see you smash your heel into the nose of the drunk, his fingers still tangled in your underwear and trying to yank even more of the fabric down. Bailey got a delicious glance at your ass before his fist made contact with the guy's stomach. Drunk-Fuck doubled over with a groan, blood dripping from his face, before throwing up just inches from Bailey's shoes. He'd have gotten a knee to the balls if he got any vomit on them, they were his last good pair. Instead he just grabbed the back of the guy's shirt and wrenched him back upwards. He turned to look up at you, trying to fix your outfit, and motioned sharply for you to get off the stage and take 5. As per the rules. You scowled, but stomped off and he did the same, dragging Drunk-Fuck out the side door and throwing him into a particularly brown puddle.

He went back to his place against the wall, crossed arms and scowls. People were less rowdy and tipped a bit more under his eagle eyes. You eventually came back, brushing by him and slipping him a note with a... Smile. Immediately put him on edge. You were probably aiming to get him fired for not being quick enough, he decided as he unfolded the paper.

Meet me after my shift in the back :}

Yeah. He didn't feel good about that. Maybe you'd mace him for fun. Not the first time it's happened, and Harper's nose was still crooked from Bailey's opinion of when it happened. Still burned that that deeply unemployable fuck was somehow an intern while he was here, waiting with his bloodied fist stuffed into his jeans, waiting for you to collect the last of your tips from the floor.

"Hey, hero." Your voice, usually disdainful and uninterested, was now soft, more of a purr. You hadn't even changed out of your outfit, chest still bare and shorts unbuttoned to show a flash of shaved pubic bone. A part of him wished in a flash that you threw out all of your waxing supplies, and he had to quash that thought instantly. His routine jerk off sessions in his car after work were bad enough without thoughts of you going unshaved for once. Worse, you hadn't even showered yet, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. You looked good and Bailey fucking hated you.

"What you want?" His palms felt kinda sweaty in his jeans. His trousers in general was feeling a bit too warm right now. The club didn't believe in air conditioning apparently.

"Awh, B, don't be sour." You smirked at him and stepped closer. You smelt good. Of sweat.

Jesus, he was going insane. Maybe watching so much porn of plastic looking men and women had broken his brain and now he was turning into the kind of guy who would huff dirty underwear to get a kick. He didn't like people as a rule, so that would be a pain in the ass if it was true.

"I just thought I would reward my knight in shining armor." You grinned up at him, resting a hand on his chest and roughly shoving him backwards, onto the one desk that had a computer on it, nearly sending it toppling to the floor.

"What the fu-" Bailey gripped the edge of the table, trying to push himself up but froze at the feeling of your fingers undoing his belt. "I don't-"

"Oh, is Big Bad Bailey scared? Don't wike bweaking the rules?" You faux-pouted at him, talking in a lisp before smirking again. "Or are you a virgin? Never had your dick touched before?"

You didn't wait for an answer, not that you would have cared. Instead, you slipped his half hard cock out of his underwear, the traitor twitching in your soft palm. You obviously felt it, giving it a few appreciative strokes until it was fully hard, and worse, leaking.

"Just... Hurry up." Bailey finally grunted, wanting to grab you by the throat. "Don't want anyone to come in and see you mouthing at my dick."

"Ew." You crinkled your nose before laughing. "Oh, god no, I don't do that. Fuck no."

You shimmied out of your shorts, finally bearing all to him. Not like he hadn't seen you nude while dancing, but it was different, now knowing apparently you didn't suck dick and was going to make him cum. Instead of dropping to your knees, you shoved him further back against the desk, and straddled his thighs, effectively trapping him like a bug.

"Hey-"

"Oh shut up. You're so hot when your mouth is shut." You sighed, rolling your eyes. "I'm trying to thank you, stop fussing."

The back of his neck prickled with sweat, feeling too hot. It was like if you were telling him off for being a difficult child or something! As if he didn't pay taxes, which he didn't do anyway, but he did it on purpose these days.

Before he could spend any more time thinking about grabbing you by the throat to pin you down and lecturing you on respecting him as a man, you were already sinking down on his throbbing cock. Fuck.

You had prepared yourself before coming to see him. The push inside was smooth, wet and warm. Bailey wanted snark about your thanks not including foreplay, but all that came out was a strangled groan. You only smiled in response, pressing your hands against his chest for leverage before beginning to bounce on his cock. You controlled it all, keeping one hand curled into his shirt, with your legs clamped down. He hated to say it but fuck, you looked good. Soft sighs from your parted lips, eyes closed as you worked his dick as good as your pole dancing promised, pulling out till just the head stayed inside before slamming down. Bailey couldn't stop the groans slipping free, even as he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to bleed.

It was uncomfortable, the wood of the desk digging into his back, the fuck-ass old mouse and keyboard digging into his bared thighs, his lower half rocked into hazy pleasure that had his fucking toes curling.

"There you go." You exhaled, refusing to slow down, the feeling of his cock being ruined sinking in as you moved. "Deserve a treat after being such a sweetheart, don't you?"

Bailey might or might not have nodded at that, his head was swimming too much to know. All he did know was he needed to give as good as it got, and began to thrust up into you, enjoying the hitch in your breath, feeling your legs loosen their clamp against his as you began to let yourself bounce instead of riding him. He didn't even notice you going to grab his hand and bringing it up to your lips, pink tongue slipping out to lap at his bloodied knuckles. The taste just got you more excited, the two of you neglecting everything else but desperately grinding into each other.

"You like that?" He finally managed, his bottom lip bitten to fuck, watching you tongue his scratched up skin. "You'll whore yourself out to me every time I lay someone out?" He barked out a near laugh, which was more of a moan.

For the first time, probably ever, you didn't reply, just pressed his middle finger into your mouth and began to suck the digit, eyes rolling back as you tightened around Bailey.

He hated the fact he came first, just when you were mid bounce, and with just his head snug inside of you. Most of it dribbled out immediately, coating the crotch of his trousers, probably ruining the desk underneath the two of you, but you didn't even stop. No, you weren't the type to care about his overstimulated dick when you hadn't even cum yet. He couldn't even grip your hips to make you stop, he was so fuckin useless after his cock was worked so thoroughly.

No, you came just minutes later and slipped free of him. Used his underwear to wipe yourself clean too, bitch. You smiled over at him, sweat glistening on your bottom lip, and Bailey, horrifically, thought about licking it off.

"See how nice I am when you're a gentleman." You cooed before pulling your shorts back up and leaving him in a cum drunk daze.

Next time, he swore as he stuffed his underwear into his back pocket and hitched his trousers up, chafing his soft cock, he was going to fucking own you. Maybe throw some people out so you're all sweet to him.

He lit a cigarette as he stepped out, feeling his sheen of sweat dry up in the cold air and wondered if Briar took referrals.

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My submission for @chekerbored s dtiys !!1!1 its awesome

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okay.....inhales...... UNIVERSITY AU!!!!!! Crew members as university professors x student! Reader who has a massive, explosive, crush on them!!!!

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TEACHERS PET— Professor! Crew Members x Student! Reader who has a massive crush on them!

warnings: college! AU, student/teacher relationship dynamics, power dynamics, reader is 18. No NSFW in this one,jimmy being manipulative, the characters being a little inappropriate.

note: y'all want a part 2? I can make one where the reader proposes, and then one with relationship dynamics and how it would play out. angst maybe? Lemme know.

PROF. GRANT CURLY

He would be the professor of data science/and or aerospace engineering, with astrophysics.

Extremely well liked at the University, students and teachers alike look up to him due to his approachable demeanor and calm and respectable nature.

Very responsible as an authoritative figure, in his years of expertise, he's never had a single complaint ever come in from the board or from any student/guardian.

Which is why he basically fell into a dilemma when you one of his top students, started looking at him in a way that he was sure wasn't platonic.

Curly is very strict on keeping his personal and professional life apart.

He tried to convince himself, that it was just a puppy crush and it would soon go away.

But boy oh boy, nothing had prepared him for the day that you snuck into his office in the pretense of asking subject related questions.

He could practically feel your eyes being fixated on him, it didn't help how you were so devastatingly attractive either.

He doesn't wanna risk his career, and your educational prowess.

But God, He doesn't know how he's going to handle this predicament he's gotten himself into.

PROF. JIMMY ZARE

Oh boy. Oh dear.

He's a Psychology Professor fasho.

You've chosen the wrong older man to fall in love, this guy is literally the man LDR sings about.

Sure, he was probably the strictest and sternest professor on campus grounds, but he was also... The sexiest one, and he didn't even hide the fact that he didn't know how many young adults in the institution were practically drooling over him. His rough stud persona.

He never paid them any attention, sure he dropped in flirty smiles and winks every now and then to get the girls weak in their knees, but that all stopped when he laid his eyes on you.

you were this young, bright, cheery and oh so beautiful student, who happened to look at him in a way which he wasn't unfamiliar with.

He knew you were falling, hard.

Normally, he would of just ignored your desperate attempts at getting to know him, telling you off or extreme case just sleep with you to fulfill your desires of extra credits.

But no, you weren't looking at him entirely for lust, oh no no no.

He recognised that you were madly, deeply, in love.

And to him, you just seemed so tempting.

Like an angel whose wings he had to rip apart, a beautiful doll whose innocence he had to taint.

And he isn't quite sure if he's going to pass out on the opportunity.

PROF. ANYA MARINOVA

Psychology/Biology professor.

Extremely sweet, yet extremely stern, like curly, she prefers to keep her work and professional life separate.

She understands body language really well, so she was quick to catch onto your lingering eyes on her.

She acknowledges the fact that having romantic feelings for an authoritative figure is completely normal and part of a normal human psyche.

What she doesn't,is to act upon those feelings.

When she noticed you staying back during classes

She tries to play it coy, not giving you any attention.

But at one point, she begins to question even her morals.

Maybe it's not too bad? Time will tell.

PROF. SWANSEA HAROLD

Definitely the professor of Mechanical Engineering/Computer Engineering.

The typical no-nonsense straight to the point type professor.

Is extremely stern, hence is quite unpopular with the students.

It's a good day if he even acknowledged your existence, let alone engaging in a conversation.

He is quick to call out mistakes, hence if you wanna stand out you have to be a very good student who doesn't make any trouble or aren't inattentive.

He appreciates the students who actually take interest in the material rather than just mug everything up for passing.

But he isn't dumb, he's had his fair share of students crushing on him during his first years on the job.

He knows when a student starts paying too much attention to the guy teaching a boring ass physics formula.

He knows better than to indulge in their fantasies, to give them the delusional idea that something might be possible between the two of you.

But you caught his attention not just for your looks, okay maybe a little bit for your looks. but he'd also noticed how diligent you were as a student.

He's starting to question maybe it won't be too bad, it's been a while since he had some game. and you're both adults, so it should be fine right?

GUEST PROF. DAISUKE JUANEZ

Bro stormed through school and managed to bag the position as a guest lecturer at your college for a mechanical engineering course.

Since he's literally so unbelievably young, he has fangirls and fanboys left and right, and he knows it, he isn't dense.

But he promised himself he won't date any students since he thought they would only see him as a fantasy not someone to genuinely love.

But that was until you came into the picture.

He felt something the moment you locked eyes with him, he saw something in those eyes of yours, staring at him so dreamily.

He knows he's young, and he knows that you're as well, but he also knows that anything inappropriate between the two of you could result in him losing his job and risking even your future.

But he knows how to keep a secret, maybe you can as well?

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Practicing

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Um,,,HI!!!!!!what would be jimmys recation to you telling him your trans?(ftm) like what would he do,,,ALSO IDK IF U DO WMOJIS BUT!-🐶🪽

hiiii :3 !! i really hope this post doesnt come off as that one cartman meme thats like "he would not fucking say that" 😭😭 i tried to keep him in character

cw: slightly transphobic questions but not full on transphobia

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• tbh i do not think he would Get It. hes from a different generation, plus he probably doesnt even know what a pronoun is because he didnt pay attention in english class when he was seven

• hes generally accepting towards the lgbt community, although he does crack the occasional homophobic joke now and then. because hes jimmy. but other than that its like Whatever to him. he doesnt label himself as an ally or anything. hes just coexisting with The Gays

• plus hes been dealing with lifelong internalized homophobia shhh dont tell anyone i told you that

• but hes sooo clueless when it comes to trans people. and hes very open about his confusion in a way that might seem disrespectful or intrusive, even if hes not intentionally trying to be.

"...So, have you had, um... surgeries? Fuck, I don't know."

"You just woke up one day and thought, 'I wanna be a guy now'? How's that work?"

"Why do you even want to be a guy? It sucks."

"Am I supposed to call you a 'he' now, or somethin'?"

• i think youd have to gentle parent him to grasp the concept of being trans. he'd get all huffy about how "confusing" it all is, but at the end of the day, he's like. "alright cool idc"

• doesnt treat you any differently but hes a bit awkward when your identity is brought up in conversation. mostly because he just doesnt have anything of substance to say

• made a "best of both worlds" joke to you once ☹️

• overall he is very uneducated but not a complete bigot so i would call that a #win for the trans community

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I gotta say it. I don’t like the Mouthwashing fandom’s insistence with making Jimmy ugly. Nothing in the game really implies that he’s ugly or unattractive. It just rubs me the wrong way when people insist on attributing beauty to goodness/morality and unattractiveness to being a bad or immoral person.

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Imagine drunk Jimmy using his empty beer bottle to fuck you and him getting off to you looking soooo disgusted and crying 😩

ouggh... 😵‍💫

its cold and the ridges feel so uncomfortable and you're irrationally afraid of it shattering inside of you, so you dont try to move away from him because you're scared it'll hurt you even more

youre stuck sobbing and pleading for him to stop, but all you get in return is him furiously beating his dick to the sound of your crying, and the only thing hes really focused on is getting himself off and pumping the bottle in and out of your sore hole a little too aggressively....... hes so mean -_-

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I think taking Jimmy at face value with his “attracted to cartoon horses” thing is a mistake. I think in hindsight, the subtext is pretty clear that he said that to make Anya uncomfortable. Taking him at face value is the mistake that curly makes (albeit curly thinks he’s joking).

I also don’t think depicting a Jimmy with morally taboo paraphilias is necessarily missing the point, but I do think there’s this impulse to make him ~sexually deviant~ in a way that serves to distance him from “normal society.” As if he isn’t supposed to be emblematic of it.

Like, I think if you’re genuinely trying to explore that, you have to grapple with the idea that Jimmy himself thinks he’s normal. He isn’t “deviant and loving it” or whatever. He isn’t a sadist knowing and loving the harm he’s doing.* He’s genuinely convinced himself he’s a normal guy. He does not want to grapple with the harm he’s done. Jimmy’s way of getting around guilt is refusing to admit he’s done anything he needs to feel guilty about.

Jimmy wouldn’t be secretly guilty and self-flagellating about it. (Actively. He DOES feel guilt, but subconsciously.) He also wouldn’t be openly “admitting” this to Anya if he were being serious. It’s a joke, Curly’s right to take it as such. But it’s subtextually a joke at Anya’s expense. Something to make her uncomfortable.

Thinking that Jimmy associating Polle with both Anya and the unborn baby is something that came first, as a serious thing before the joke, is a mistake imo. I think it’s something that comes back to bite him when the subconscious guilt starts getting a little less subconscious. A joke association twisted into a more serious one by Jimmy’s unrelenting refusal to see Anya as a person.

* The exception here is people Jimmy thinks “deserve” the harm being done to them. “Morally justifiable harm,” if you will. I think Jimmy does take some satisfaction from hurting a post-crash curly, for example, but he justifies that to himself with the idea that Curly “looked down on him in the same way” pre-crash. He always has to view the harm he does acknowledge doing as punching up harm. He always has to be the righteous one.

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Oh em gee I love ur writing so much it physically cleanses me sjsjjsjsj

Anyhoo, I was wondering if I could politely request Mouthwashing x reader (separate) where reader writes them “anonymous” love letters. Reader thinks they are being sneaky but the crew have known from the first letter its them and just chose to keep quiet^^? Idk I am kinda crazy about dorky!reader..

Ps #1(If u don’t wanna do all the characters, that fine!)

Pairing: Tulpar crew x gn!reader

Content Warning: None! [except I gave up on proofreading.. ( ᐡ๐ ·̫ ๐)〣]

[A/N]: You're so sweet! Thank you, lovely anon!! (°´˘`°) I default to all the characters, so don't worry! I don't want to leave anyone's favourites out! I wonder if you can tell who my favourite is from my work... ( ⩌⩊⩌)✧

CAPTAIN CURLY:

-> What a charming admirer he has! He grins when he notices you nervously looking around before entering his room, only to find the cutest little letter in his room professing their love to him.

-> He keeps hold of all of them. They're worth more than gold anyway. He doesn't have the heart to tell you right away, not when he sees your chest puffed out with pride when you place another letter in his room, a mission successful in your eyes. Instead, he focuses on noticing the little details he'd never seemed to pick up on initially. You had it bad for him, huh?

-> Curly teases you about it. He never mentions them directly, but he will often exaggerate his behaviours to the most recent letter he read. You mentioned how tall he was. He's sure to flaunt it off more.

Since when were things in this kitchen placed so high?

You sighed to yourself, stretching to try and grab some simple condiment packets you swore were placed on the countertop the last time you saw them. Luckily for you, Curly walks in at the perfect moment. When you ask for help, he gives a confident grin as he nods, stepping towards you. As expected of him.

What you didn't expect was the warm hand he placed on your hip or the way his chest pressed into your back as he grabbed exactly what you were asking for, the steady thrum of his heartbeat only making yours speed up. You're left red-faced and stuttering, nervous hands taking the packets out of his larger one.

"You're all red. If you're not feeling well, you should take a visit to Anya. I can walk you there."

JIMMY:

-> He loves it. End of. They boost his confidence in ways he didn't even know was possible. The idea of you watching him when he didn't notice was one he found sickly sweet, prideful that someone loved him as much as he deserved.

-> He was initially planning to tell you he knew after the first letter. He had dreamed about the way he'd hold your letter back to you, a sly grin as he watched you scramble for an answer, flustered before ultimately coming clean about your attempts to court him. Once he sees the second letter, however, his mindset changes.

-> It's simply too cute. The way you sneak around to keep it anonymous and the way you wear your heart on your sleeve. He's delighted by how much of your mind he occupies. It excites him to think about how much you try to learn about him. Do you know his routine by heart? What about his likes and dislikes? Better yet, were you trying to mould yourself into the perfect partner for him (although this seems more of a dream on his part than a genuine question...)? He gets a sick kick out of it.

-> He finds himself re-reading the letters in the middle of the night, the ones that point out the smallest parts of himself that you talked about so affectionately. It made him nauseous. Words so tender weren't something he came by so easily, nor was it something he believed he deserved. He's used to one-night stands, a cheap fuck, nothing so... romantic. Perhaps he could get used to this.

-> He's not going to be soft, though, as he teases you about it. Offhandedly mentions the letter and if you knew who could leave such a thing in his room and grins when you instantly deny it and make a show of him believing you. He gets incredibly touchy, too. His hands linger for a fraction longer than they need to. He stands as close to you as he can, looming over you whenever he has the time. Have you noticed the way the atmosphere changes when it's just the two of you alone? He'll look forward to your next letter. Maybe you wrote about it.

-> He could try playing the long game for once. The reward feels so much sweeter that way.

ANYA:

-> Anya is perceptive first and foremost. Rather than catching her admirer mid-delivery, she uncovers your identity through your handwriting.

-> The letters cheer her up endlessly. They're a sweet reminder of how someone adores her, even when she's overwhelmed. It's hard on board, but your letters become a routine that she looks forward to. I think she's one of the only characters who would tell you she knows, feeling guilty about leaving you in the dark about something that could embarrass you. However, she'd never ask you to stop. Anya gushes about how much she appreciates every single letter, keeping them and re-reading them when she can and she tells you how she figured it out, giggling when you stare at her like you're begging for the floor to swallow you whole.

-> Anya makes it a priority to keep you happy. Your letters do so much for her, she only wants you to feel the same. You'll find her lingering around you more, offering hugs or a shoulder to lean on whenever possible. If you're especially tired, she'll help finish your work with you. Another set of hands would always help.

-> She begins to write small compliments on her Post-it notes, leaving them in places you frequent. If you have tools you use, she places a note talking about how hardworking you are on there. Otherwise, you begin to find small notes in your room. It becomes a ritual between the both of you, sending each other letters when you can. She just wants you to know how loved you are.

DAISUKE:

-> For him!? Really!?

-> He's kicking his feet and giggling, rolling around in his bed, head buried into his pillows. If you thought you were dorky, then he's 100 times worse.

-> He's attached to your hip. You thought he was helpful and sweet? Well, he'll help you with your work! Fun to be around? In his free time, he's running to you for another round of board games or to play on his Game Boy.

-> He wouldn't know subtle if it slapped him in his face. It's unfortunate for the rest of the crew, who have to watch two love-sick adults pine for each other as if they're not reciprocated.

-> Whenever he feels especially sad, he re-reads the letters. Even if he might feel useless at times, that he doesn't have a plan for his future, he does have the assurance that you'll be there by his side. You're a great person. If you can find all these amazing things about him then... He's sure he can make something great of himself.

SWANSEA:

"Jesus, this kids got it rough."

-> That's his first thought before it slowly dissolves into a fond affection. He's a bit too old for this lovey-dovey yearning shtick, right? Initially, he finds himself sighing at the letters, wondering when and how would be the best way to stop this little game of yours. He feels undeserving of it. You have so much going for you. You simply don't deserve someone like him. He wants to push you away, but the letters mean too much to him. Instead, he becomes charmed by it all, awaiting every letter with bated breath.

-> You do know how to make him feel young again. Each letter leaves his heart pounding, feeling like a young schoolboy rather than a washed-out mechanic.

-> He keeps every single one. If you place them in little envelopes or place small gifts like stickers in them, you'll be glad to know he keeps it all in his bedside drawer.

-> He's one to return the favour, too. He's picked up a few skills with his work. Blue-collar jobs like this have enough transferable skills to help in the creative department. He hopes you're not too surprised if you find your broken items repaired or a small figure of your favourite animal made out of scraps in your room.

-> Perhaps... He's the one who's got it bad.