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ROY JOE

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꒰ 𝐑𝐎𝐘 ꒱ ˚ʚɞ˚ writer ˚ʚɞ˚ roleplayer ˚ʚɞ˚ artist
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INTRODUCTION
hello and welcome to my introduction! ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

i don't really go by a name online. most people call me roy because of my roleplaying days so if you're comfortable with using that name for me, that will do just fine. prns: she/her, i am female as well im lesbian ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜

i am a fanfic writer (also just began publishing pretty recently) and i do take requests! i will link a requests page. my fandoms are quite limited, but not the content i can put in it! (IMPORTANT NOTICE: make sure to check my bio or my requests page for if requests are open or closed before requesting) check out the requests page -> : RQ PAGE

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THE SMILES FAMILY

MOUTHWASHING

JIMMY HORSE PETRE - FLUFF & SLIGHT ANGST (WITH SA MENTIONED) JIMMY HORSE PETRE - FLUFF & SLIGHT ANGST (WITHOUT SA MENTIONED) ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶ i don't have a dni nor like dni's to begin with i will just block freely ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

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REQUEST - DIAMOND EYES X ROY JOE SMUT

NSFW is under the divider. Tread carefully, read the content warnings.

CW: Foot jobs (technically), Degradation, Impact play, Cock & ball torture

Characters and Fandom: Roy Joe and Diamond Eyes, The Smiles Family

This is also found on my AO3! Link here -> : https://archiveofourown.org/works/64123471

~2600 words

His thoughts were the only thing that could entertain Roy during an approximately 20-minute meeting Diamond Eyes arranged with the guest who visited the house nearly two decades ago. As far as Roy knew, Diamond set this up as a way to try and kill the Smiles family once again, putting up a front and feigning acts of formality and trustworthiness to try and coax the unknowing guest into a deal. Lloyd, Roy, and Robert were there mainly for decoration, or perhaps moral support.

Roy didn’t talk too much, not that he needed to throughout this whole meeting. He impatiently tapped his finger against the glass table, sighing here and there, not too loud for anyone in the room to hear except Diamond, who occasionally shot him a warning glance.

He already was having a rough day, every little thing has been going wrong for him today, and he just wanted a few minutes to wind down. He slowly leaned down and put his head down on the cold glass of the dining table, closing his eyes when feeling himself drift off to sleep from sheer boredom. His mask made it somewhat uncomfortable, but he managed to ignore it.

With the gramophone in the corner playing Al Bowlly, the only sound was his soft voice and soothing words, echoing throughout the rather long and tall room. The instrumental seeped into Roy’s ears, the melody playing like a lullaby. Drowning out the voices of Diamond and the guest conversating, he faded in and out of consciousness.

But upon hearing the scraping of chair legs against the floor, he jolted back up, squinting when exposed to the warm lighting of the room once more. With bleary eyes, he lifted his head properly to see the visitor finally exchanging goodbyes with Diamond, his gaze unfocused from exhaustion. He could’ve sworn he never felt so tired before, but he was glad it was over now.

Lloyd, out of courtesy, accompanied the guest out to the boat dock so they could leave. Robert, without a word, walked out of his own volition shortly after Lloyd left with the visitor. Only Roy and Diamond remained in the room, and Roy already found himself wanting to leave before Diamond noticed he was still there.

So he forced himself out of his chair, his legs weak from sitting in the same position after so long. He just wanted some nice, cold drinks to numb his mind and distract him from his rampant thoughts right now.

---

Roy dragged his feet to the door, trying to avoid eye contact with Diamond to not make them remind him of the endless other responsibilities he needed to take care of. He ultimately decided on just doing them later, he needed his fix of liquor to go through the rough day he was having. However, it seemed as if Diamond wanted to make his day even more miserable, because they stopped him before he could leave with a hand on his shoulder.

“Could you do me a favor?” They inquired once Roy turned to face them.

The masked man just stared at them for a moment, tilting his head in bewilderment as if they were speaking in a foreign language. “...Are you serious? I’ve been doing so much for you lately.”

“Roy, come on.” They urged, voice dripping with sickly sweet honey. “You don’t have that much to do, don’t you?”

Diamond was inching closer to him, already trying to shove all of their problems onto him. Roy knew them all too well, having been working for them for years. They considered Roy their best worker, especially with how much he had been doing lately, how -reluctantly- willing he was to do as they say. He was the best and nearest option most of the time, so they came to rely on him quite a bit.

And unbeknownst to them, Roy wasn’t in the mood to humor their bullshit today. He was exhausted from the countless tasks he had to do, meanwhile their other two very available workers sat around and did essentially nothing. So much so that he just wanted to show them that they weren’t as high and mighty as they presented themself to everyone around them.

Taking advantage of the closeness Diamond had put between the two of them, Roy twirled his fingers around Diamond’s necktie to get a good grip before giving it a firm tug to reel them down, now meeting face-to-face with them instead of having to look up to see them. His boldness to his manager wasn’t expected, and Diamond found it hard to even speak when they were this close to him, staring into his eyes blankly as the words had been knocked right out of their mouth.

“You must be crazy,” He hissed, his voice dropping to a much quieter tone, he was able to feel the fabric of Diamond’s tie beneath his fingers, the material smooth and silky. With a scowl on his face, he continued. “I’m not doing all of your dirty work. You’re aware of that, right ?”

Diamond swallowed thickly, breaking eye contact with him for a second before looking back at him, the intricate design of his mask was more clear from up close. The room started to feel too hot, their suit was starting to suffocate them a little, and none of it was simply coincidental. Roy’s harsh glare was dizzying, and they didn’t want to admit that their face was starting to warm up.

But they didn’t let themself get too carried away, this was no way their worker should be treating them… at least not when the risk of someone catching them in the act was there. The thought of it was already making them slightly recoil in humiliation. They immediately cleared their throat before speaking, their voice wavering in disbelief, not having any of their workers stand up to them like this before. “Listen–”

Frustrated, Roy gave Diamond a rough tug on their tie as if he was holding them by a leash, silencing them quickly before speaking again, his teeth gritted. “Be quiet. You put such unrealistic deadlines, overwork me, and you don’t even acknowledge what I’ve done for you. Now you want to ask me for favors ?”

Diamond’s lips parted to say something, yet they said no more. They couldn’t even recognize their behavior at the moment, bending down like this for their own servant wasn’t something they thought they’d do. However, they couldn’t help but like the direction this was going.

Pleased with their cooperation thus far, the man's mouth twisted into a smile, his anger evident with the power of his hold on them. “Good…”

---

With an aggressive tug on their tie, Diamond was thrust down to the cold, patterned floor. Although not expecting more aggressive behavior, they were quite unimpressed so far.

“Is this what we’re doing now?” Diamond sarcastically remarked, snickering as they were already doubting Roy would continue carrying on with these antics of his. The man wasn’t even tall enough to reach Diamond’s shoulders, what harm could he possibly do to them?

“I swear, I’ll make you pay.” Roy hissed, getting more riled up than he should have by their reaction.

They paused at his threat before letting out a laugh, unable to help it as they spoke in a higher pitch, nearly baby-talking him as if he was incompetent. “Go on, go on. Just do the best you can, okay?”

Diamond had every chance to just get up; nothing was actively holding them down. But they refused to, not when they got the best possible angle of Roy’s chest like this. Their eyes were most definitely not on Roy’s own as their imagination had already started to run off the rails with the view they were getting.

He noticed where their gaze was, and it made his cocky smile fade away. He couldn’t be completely satisfied yet. Not when they had that absentminded grin on their face, staring at his chest like a pervert with no self control whatsoever. Roy wanted to rip that fucking smile off of their face, literally and figuratively.

“Well, Roy, I certainly can’t complain!” They whistled with a suggestive tone to their voice, still not taking him very seriously, their eyes raking all over his body.

Before Diamond could even process it, they felt Roy’s foot trail up their thigh before pressing down ever so slightly on their crotch, forcing a moan from them. He was pissed, his eyes staring into them with such intensity, the air thick with unacknowledged tension.

Tracing patterns with his foot, he didn’t even bother to try and use his hands to satisfy Diamond. He felt they deserved to be grinding against his foot instead for all of the trouble they had been giving him for the longest time. He could feel their dick hardening with not too much effort put into this, which amused Roy.

“I never expected… such a thing from you,” Diamond muttered in disbelief, letting out a groan when they felt the sole of Roy’s dress shoe grind harder against their growing erection. Their control over their own body was slipping away as they raised their hips against his foot, chasing the stimulation. For a moment, they felt some shame for how they were acting, casting their gaze downwards.

Tilting his head, Roy closely observed Diamond’s reaction with his arms now crossed, his self-confidence boosted by the higher ground he had over them. With a cocky smile, he gently prodded the imprint of their hard-on with the tip of his shoe before pressing down again, the pressure making Diamond whimper.

“It feels good when I do this, doesn’t it?” He cooed, furrowing his eyebrows as he gave them a look of false pity, looking down at them sympathetically as if he felt sorry for making them so uncomfortable with his sudden assertiveness. But God, treating them in such a demeaning way, as embarrassing as it was- aroused Roy. He could feel a rush of heat surging downwards…

He wasn’t about to let himself get turned on by this, no way.

His sudden compassion towards them was fake, as it all wasn’t before he ruthlessly started kicking at their dick without warning, making them grimace and nearly try to close their legs. His blows weren’t major, but it was enough to cause pain to an extent.

“You’re pathetic,” He spat, relishing in their suffering, trying to ignore his own excitement coming on.

“ Fuck, Roy!” They blurted out, their eyes watering from being kicked. Gripping the ground to stabilize themself, they huffed and moaned each time Roy would increase the pressure put onto their cock. They could already feel themself leaking with pre-cum even with Roy’s cruelty, creating an uncomfortable feeling in their pants.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Roy put more weight onto his foot, almost completely stepping on their dick. It made their whines increase in volume, not even making an effort to filter themself.

He was looking down at them with disgust as if they were inferior, but was shortly masked with a forced smile. “Sssh, keep it down. Do you want someone to hear you like this, Diamond ?”

The deliberate use of their name instead of an honorific set them off. It was just so degrading, yet his insubordination was so attractive. Diamond swore under their breath, barely able to even look at Roy, much less respond to that.

“Or, I think you would want that.” He teased with a smile, twisting and pushing his foot a bit further, making Diamond gasp in response. He could feel coiling in his lower stomach, a strange arousal that he desperately tried to ignore. “Disgusting.”

Diamond reached a shaky hand, trying to keep Roy’s foot in place to grind on it, but it was’t before Roy delivered a harsh kick to their stomach. It made Diamond yelp and clutch their stomach with their hand, feeling the pain surge throughout their whole abdomen. They could hear Roy yell at them from above. “You sick bastard! Don’t touch me!”

“Roy…” They mustered up with a strained voice, their eyes fluttering. Their shoulders were slumped as if attempting to appear smaller beneath him, their composure had already completely crumbled by now, becoming an aroused and disheveled mess just by the man’s abusiveness. Their voice trembled, yearning for a chance even after what just transpired as soon as they tried to even lay a finger on Roy. “Please, take off your suit, I just want a look–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Roy shouted out, stomping out their dick once again out of anger, clearly irritated by their audacity. He was trying to make them suffer the consequences of their actions and they were just getting off on it? Willingly, they took the treatment this time, their eyes rolling to the back of their head. A few gasps and grunts escaped their mouth as their cock was being crushed under the force of the man’s kicks. They couldn’t find it in themself to care about the damage he was doing anymore, not when they were so absorbed in bliss. “You’re filthy and pitiful!”

Roy’s degrading words hung in the air, repeating over and over in Diamond’s head, driving them nearer and nearer to the edge. It didn’t help with how Roy was grinding his heel against their crotch, as if purposefully trying to make them spiral into orgasm. Diamond knew that he was right, that they were vile and horrid for finding any ounce of pleasure in this.

“ Roy , wait–” Their voice began to crack and deepen as they felt their orgasm building up. As overwhelming as it was, they were getting more needy, and was barely able to hold back. Roy had to be teasing them on purpose. Those eyes that looked down at them with contempt, his vulgar words and insults that just fueled their twisted fantasies further… It was all too much. An intense and escalating pleasure in their lower stomach didn’t go ignored, and they knew what was to come once they felt their dick pulsating.

They tipped their head back once their vision started to blacken, almost making their hat fall off. With a strong grip on the floor, they involuntarily let out strings of moans as they came in their pants, staining their underwear. The dull pain in their stomach from where Roy had kicked them in earlier and the sharp, shooting pains in their cock combined together, and they could’ve sworn they never came so hard before. They could hear a ringing in their ears, along with Roy’s muffled yet distinct voice, laced with revulsion.

“Are you not embarrassed? Where is your shame?” Roy was clearly horrified by how they were acting, feeling their hips continue to jerk into his foot, using him to ride out their orgasm with soft huffs and pants. He quickly removed his foot from their groin and instead placed it back onto the ground.

Roy stepped back, appalled. Not only with Diamond, but himself. Not when he was feeding into their delusions. Not when he had an erection of his own still aching in his pants, not when his cheeks got all warm when hearing their barely audible whimpers. He could barely even look at his own manager now, not after what just occurred between the two. Perhaps he would forget this ever happened if he just… walked away.

And that he did, making sure not to turn back. Not even for a second.

Anonymous asked:

hihi!! i just finished reading it... yippee!! the jimmyd...

it was sooo awesome!! i liked the full version, i thought the topics were handled well and didnt distract or make too much conflict. it was good. :]

i understand other anons request for the topics to be removed slightly, lolol, because i wasnt expecting anything but fluff, but i deffo liked it!!

i hope to see your other writings too, even if im not into anything else that you had listed on your requests page other than mouthwashing.

maybe i should check the other stuffs out? lolol, idk. sorry for the ramble!!

IM SO SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!! i did realize after posting that the topics may have been a little too heavy for this kind of fic but all in all i think everything worked out fine

you could check out my other things if you’d like as well! i might be biased if i say that id like you to do so since the smiles family is my main fandom

it might be a bit confusing since i assume youre not in the fandom but id say go for it

Anonymous asked:

i hope you have a BAD HORRIBLE DAY.. april fools :] have a good day.

also ty for doing my jimmy fic request :D

i havent read it yet, but im soooo excited. :]]

YAYYY hello anon!!!! that message scared me at first LMAOO but thank you! i hope you’re having a good day too

honestly your opinion matters the most to me so i sincerely hope you enjoy it with my full heart

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 A friend threatened me to repost so I will!

Basically, there r tons of fake asses on tumblr who just want comments and followers, so someone started this to see who's actually a good friend. Everyone I tag better repost (and tag other people and preferably threaten them in a creative way as well) bc I'm high on caffeine and newfound lesbianism and will resort to violence.

I would tag more people but they're the only ones I've really interacted with-

Hey queeeeeen!!!!! How ya doing with your newfound lesbianism?

I know I didn’t tag everyone, I just can’t remember all of my mooties and I’m tired lol

Uhhh- ill try to tag everyone i can remember, its been a minute since ive been active ok here.

@swirling-romantics @fifisettos @xerussquirrel @urgayoldercousinmags @nolonger-ams @soupdeewoop @eternally-wandering @liv-in-the-chaos @clodyghost i think thats most if not all of my people

@indigostation @astronomical-anteater @turtlesinatree @ literally anyone who isn't here just for meaningless engagement farming

I'm too bad at interacting with people for this lol

Eeeee, thank you for the tag!! I’m probably forgetting a lot of people but I’ll do my best!! Ok, here we go-

@danaris112 (I know you tagged me but I gotta tag you too :) !!) @izzieclarksonzz @autisticfanperson @sarnai4 @zevuffie @ruvastuon @coracx @blondelotus (for some reason it’s not letting me tag her but she’s just joined and we’re irl friends!!) @lunesartsworld @tannabet @i-set-my-autism-on-fire @sugar-blaze @bobthetitanisback @aalinaaaaaa @not-alesha @esli444 (I hope I got you all, I don’t really interact with many people so idk but I love you all so much!!)

@1oddboi1 @the-archivist-14 (I know you tagged me, but I'm just following your lead here x3)

I'm not too active with interacting with others here- But y'all are amazing friends! I don't say it often enough, but I love y'all <3

I would tag more but I have anxiety B)

You all are awesome :3

(I'm also doing the thing where I tag the person who tagged me i guess lol)

Hold up, me??? Well, alright lol.

And the original post says to threaten in a creative way, so...

🔫🔫🔫HYDRATE OR DIEDRATE

I am not good with threats :( But I will try for the sake of this post

🫵👁️👁️

I'm watching, take care of yourselves or else I will appear out of anything purple you own and give you a bowl of spaghetti

Okay yea sure @hauntedvivvian @stargazednight @nebulas-stars and probably a lot of other people I'm forgetting

glad seaweedbrain12 considers me that way :) @gold-iridescent @luckycyclemaker and last and the best one @ashstarlights(this one needs to stop telling me to go to sleep before twelve)

Aw, thx for the tag, btw, sorry for noticing your post so late <333 (I gotta go to sleep anyway later since it's 4 am rn lmao)

(btw, yall are Awesome friends^^)

Uuuuuh, I'm not good with threats but I'll try, for the sake of this post...

Reblog or I'm drawing yall pregnant and force to write a 100 paragraph essay about how much yall hate the ships yall actually like, take care of yourselves cuz' I'm in your walls <333

(and if yall have pets or smth I'm taking them away :D)

I have axes so reblog or I’m using them on you

Moth gets a free pass, but tagging them so they can threaten others :D (they can have me attack you if they want-!!) @multiversewatchpost

I'm going to lick your windows

I'm not too good on interacting a lot so I may have forgotten a person or two.

I'll make y'all climb a tree and jump down onto a small mount of sand, and who ever refuses to will be forced to draw or write their worst fictional enemies in a canon compliant relationship with their Sona or Favorite OC.

If you refuse to do this, just know that I'm in your walls and I'll steal all the drinks in the fridge and leave it open so that everything else spoils

Just yall know that i WILL dehydrate your fruits and vegetables if you dont reblog

im gonna throw 2763 tons of marshmallows at yoi -🍞

and like. all of our other moots. sorry i forgor everyone </3 i was just inputing random letters in all of these -🍞

reblog or else i will. uh pretend this is an amazong threat

ok this is all my mutuals. minus gimmick blogs and ofc pan bc they were the one who tagged me

@roy-joe and uhh

who else do i have mutualed...

@yuukasweet you YES you brotato 😭😭😭💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀

Anonymous asked:

no ur good! that works fine tysm! (i didnt actually think youd reply lol)

no problems ! im glad youre happy. mhy inbox is pretty dry so i respond to many of my asks haha

NO NSFW under the divider, but there are still warnings.

TW: Self harm, intrusive thoughts

Characters and Fandom: Mouthwashing; Jimmy, Curly, Polle (mentioned)

This is also found on my AO3! Link here -> : https://archiveofourown.org/works/64231159

{ NOTE } : This is an alternate version of my fic. The original is not too far down my page. This is simply rewritten a little to not have SA for a more comfortable read.

~2000 words (i don’t know he exact number sorry)

The mechanical hums of the Tulpar seemed to overwhelm Jimmy more, his rushing thoughts all over the place just as he was, scrambling around the ship frantically without a clue on where he was even going. He had been tasked to do many things today, and he didn’t wake up right this morning. Jimmy was asked by Curly to monitor the systems and make any necessary corrections to the trajectory of the ship in the cockpit, then pestered by Daisuke to indulge in his rambles about his games, Swansea also had asked for help with… something, he had already forgotten by now. Didn’t Anya attempt to talk to him today? He didn’t remember, neither did he care about her.

Jimmy tried taking a deep breath, trying to reel his mind back to reality and get himself together, even by a little bit, but it was hard to keep his breathing steady when the walls of the ship seemed to close in on him. The Tulpar’s hallways felt suffocating and tight, the weight of his situation dawning on him, as if something terrible was going to come. The lack of windows and the artificial screens drove him crazy, reminding him that he was truly trapped in here, forced to take responsibility for manners which he believed just wasn’t his fault, more so someone else’s.

Putting a hand on the wall of the Tulpar, Jimmy could feel the cold metal numbing his palm as he held himself upright. He let out an annoyed groan, knowing he had to go to the cockpit to complete his tasks and having to endure the radioactive green lights and screens burn into his eyes again. The repetitiveness of the mundane tasks he was assigned to everyday stressed him out.

Yet, how could he say that life on the Tulpar was depressing when his life on Earth was no better? He was haunted by reminders of how much of a failure he was everyday. Seeing his colleague, Curly, ace at nearly every challenge thrown at him was maddening. He was nothing like Jimmy, who lacked resolve. How could he continue to watch Curly live the reality that Jimmy could only dream of? The reality of having people close to you? The reality of being the envied, and not the envious?

Curly performs his job with professionalism and near perfection, he manages to maintain great relationships with the crew, making friendly chatter each day with everyone. He excels in everything that Jimmy would fall behind on or just give up entirely.

How could Jimmy compare? He could pick up Curly’s hobbies, try to style his hair in the same style Curly has, diminish and shut down Curly’s newest accomplishment each time he’d enthusiastically attempt to talk to him about it just to make himself feel better. No matter what Jimmy did, he was met with the same result of… being Jimmy. He’d never be like Curly.

Oh, how he hoped to go home now, back to that miserable life that had been established as his fate long ago. But as time slowly crawled by, he dreaded the moment he would go back to Earth. The thought of having to tend to the burdens he put onto himself because of the actions he commited made his chest tighten and breathing quicken with a sudden hit of anxiety.

The blaring of an alarm drowned his thoughts, loud and nearly deafening. The mixture of loud noises forced Jimmy to cover his ears, letting out a pained grunt. The bright red warning sign flashed through his vision, causing him to close his eyes, trying to escape the fabricated scenario. Was this what he would have to resort to?

[ CRASH IMMINENT ]

His legs shook before he fell to his knees, it felt as if he wasn’t in his own body anymore. He nearly choked on nothing, imagining himself adjusting the path of the ship, steering towards an unknown mass not too far away. It didn’t feel like he was looking through his own eyes anymore, the devastating consequences of the crash he made up in his head already haunting him, sending shivers throughout his body.

[ CRASH IMMINENT ]

He had to do it, didn’t he? He couldn’t just run or hide away from his responsibilities nor his wrongdoings this time. The urge to scratch his skin off became stronger, and he couldn’t stop himself from hitting his own head to try and make it stop, it was as if his arm did it on its own.

[ CRASH IMMINENT ]

“Jimmy?”

Opening his eyes, Jimmy fixed his vision to that familiar face in front of him, the man’s features soft and concerned upon seeing his friend in such a state. It was Curly. By now, Jimmy was hyperventilating, his hair greasy from sweat. He was out of breath, feeling as though he had ran miles.

Curly shook Jimmy to try and bring him back to his senses, concern painted all over the man’s features, his eyebrows were furrowed and there was a small frown on Curly’s face. His blue eyes seemed to glow even with the harsh lighting of the ship, those blue eyes Jimmy hated so much. He wanted to individually rip them out his fucking eyesockets, yet he wanted to stare into them for hours, get lost into them. Jimmy just wanted to crawl into Curly’s skin, he wanted to embody the man, become him.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck at his throat, his eyes darted around the room before going back to meeting eyes with Curly, who was staring at him. Curly was observing him, trying to read his facial expressions for any hint on what was happening in that mind of his. Jimmy was never this distressed before, it was reasonable to be worried.

“Jimmy, talk to me.”

He still received no response, instead met with Jimmy nuzzling his head into Curly’s neck, letting out small puffs of air through his nose. It didn’t take too long for Curly to instantly catch onto what was happening with the sudden change in Jimmy’s demeanor.

Curly was aware of Jimmy’s coping mechanism, how he would regress whenever in a state of high stress, or just needing to disassociate from reality entirely. It was puzzling to navigate at first for Curly, especially as Jimmy had kept this completely hidden from everyone around him for the longest time. But he tried his hardest to support his friend through anything. Anything.

Jimmy definitely seemed unable to explain why he was in such stress to begin with, but Curly didn’t have much to do today- he’d just take over some of Jimmy’s tasks for him. It was only right to do, even if he was aware that Jimmy would never consider doing the same for Curly whenever he was at a low point in his life, even if most of Jimmy’s issues mainly stemmed from his own crimes and faults. This was his friend at the end of the day, Curly couldn’t bear to see him like this, so he’d do anything to help him.

Maybe in hopes of some sort of miracle for Jimmy to finally change.

-

With Curly leading Jimmy, the two went to Jimmy’s room. It was the better option, given that the room was Jimmy’s personal retreat which had subtle horse-related items and media inside, including the trappings of Jimmy’s life overall, shown through pictures, old and new.

Curly knew none of this would be deemed acceptable by Pony Express, both of their pays would’ve likely been docked if it was known Curly put tasks on hold to tend to Jimmy, but it wasn’t like it happened everyday. It was typically best to prioritize mental health and comfort when it came to Jimmy, especially when he was notorious for doing things impulsively.

They were situated on Jimmy’s bed. The mattress was hard and it felt like they were sitting on a rock, but it would have to work. Jimmy had discreetly brung horse ears and a fake tail on board for whenever he’d regress by himself without a caregiver, so he had that on as well. Jimmy stayed close to Curly, the only person he felt safe with despite his internal conflict.

He was mainly nonverbal whenever in his mindset, always keeping a Polle plushie nearby. It was merchandise sold by the company as a small cash grab, considering how expensive the low-quality item was.

Although for Jimmy, it was perfect. It was small and easy to take with for space travel, and the mere presence of the stuffed toy gave Jimmy solace amidst the severity of the consequences of his own actions. Jimmy couldn’t even think about any of the heinous acts he had done right now, much less worry about any of it. The air around him felt light, and he finally felt like he could breathe, no longer suffocated by the walls of the Tulpar.

“Do you want your collar?” Curly asks, his voice softer to avoid alerting Jimmy.

Jimmy immediately perked up at the mention of his collar, the customized one that Curly purchased for his birthday not too long ago. He wasn’t often regressed, especially when he had been preoccupied with work. He hadn’t seen his collar ever since he boarded the Tulpar.

Jimmy enthusiastically made a few quick nods, pawing at the bedding underneath him with his hands.

Curly went and rummaged through some of Jimmy’s stuff, most of the gear Jimmy needed while regressing hidden away under piles of his items so no one else, if they were to enter his room for some reason, could accidentally stumble upon them. The doors had no locks, after all.

He eventually found the collar, along with a bowl that was stashed away as well. It wasn’t put away very neatly, but it surprisingly wasn’t chipped or damaged from negligence. It was just a little dusty, which Curly just used a hand to brush off.

Firstly, he put the collar on Jimmy before feeding him, making sure it was secure but not too tight to the point of choking him. The embroidery felt textured and slightly rough on Jimmy’s neck, but it wasn’t too noticable. He got used to it after a while of wearing it. Jimmy physically felt warm once the collar was on, it felt so right and comforting. It had his name on it as well, making it all the more special.

“Does it fit well, Jimmy?” Curly asked, using a hand to gently pat Jimmy’s head, running his palm along the length of his hair.

When Jimmy responded by leaning into Curly’s touch and fully relaxed his body, Curly knew he was content, and gave a small smile.

Curly had packed an assortment of berries and fruits for moments like these at Jimmy’s request before boarding the Tulpar, using specifically produced packaging to preserve the fruit. He stopped petting Jimmy to pour a generous amount of the fruit in the simple green ceramic bowl, having horse hooves drawn on it as part of the design.

As soon as the bowl was set in front of him, Jimmy immediately began to devour the berries inside. The food provided by Pony Express for their employees was nearly inedible, and was artificial to the point it tasted like plastic. The berries were a massive upgrade, and Jimmy couldn’t help himself but to shove his face into the bowl as he ate.

Curly chuckled, happy to see Jimmy at peace for once. He always looked troubled and never would open up to Curly often, his mental state just seemed to get worse over the years, he overall felt more distant. It tugged on Curly’s heartstrings seeing Jimmy feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable around Curly again.

When Curly thought that Jimmy would be perfectly fine by himself while he ran to go do Jimmy’s tasks for him, he quietly got up and tried to leave, but was stopped by a nudge on his leg.

“Jim…” Curly looked back, wanting to explain that he needed to do the tasks Jimmy was originally meant to do, but trailed off at the sight of Jimmy. His eyes were staring up at Curly with sadness and confusion, and it was clear he didn’t want Curly leaving.

With a sigh, Curly sat back down, reaching a hand to pat Jimmy and feel the soft fabric of his fake horse ears out of habit. He felt hesitant, but he decided to stay, just for Jimmy. The tasks weren’t that important right now. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. I’ll stay here with you, don’t worry.”

The two were in comfortable silence, they were much closer now, with the two laying down with Jimmy in Curly’s arms. Placed between them was the Polle plushie, which was tucked neatly and it kept some distance between the two of them. It was a silly thought, but the plushie was sort of like their child. Curly ran his fingers through Jimmy’s coarse, medium-length hair, feeling the rough texture of it, making Jimmy feel drowsy.

Jimmy could only feel tranquility wash over him, being around the things that truly put him at ease, whereas Curly could only feel emptiness creeping up on him. Draining Curly of any positive emotion even when Jimmy was in his arms, as close as they physically could be together, where everything should’ve been alright. It felt like everything was falling apart right now for Curly. He felt detached, disconnected from the world around him. Curly’s hands, the same hands holding and cradling his friend, felt numb.

He was all too aware of Jimmy’s behavior, all too aware of the violence and harm he’d inflict on others. All too aware of the things Jimmy had done to Curly. Curly just wished he was oblivious again. He could act like he didn’t know about the horrors Jimmy could do all he wanted, maybe even rip his eyes out so he couldn’t witness it any longer. But none of it was forgettable. Nor forgivable.

Curly made sure Jimmy was fast asleep before slowly sitting up on the bed, his back already aching from the poorly produced mattress they were provided with. He would’ve atleast appreciated better mattresses if they were only permitted to sleep for 4 hours. The food they gave to the employees at Pony Express clearly had no nutritional value whatsoever either, because Curly immediately felt lightheaded upon making the transition from sitting up to standing. He grunted and stiffly made his way to the door, his back practically screaming at him.

Before leaving, he paused at the threshold, taking a glance back at Jimmy. Curly held no contempt in his heart, he loved Jimmy so much, but the things Jimmy would do to others and to Curly made him want to vomit.

He dragged himself out of Jimmy’s room, deep in thought.

Anonymous asked:

would it be posisble to ask for another ver of the Jimmy Petre Fic? I loved it alot and itwas rlly sweet, you dont hear abt other animals that ppl regress to outside of dogs and cats rlly

only reason i ask is bc topics like SA and such can be really triggering since regression is often a coping mechanism for tramua

just thought id ask ^^ its okay if not! they were written very well and it seems like smth right out of the game <3

ah, are you requesting the same thing just without the topics of sa? if so, i could simply just remove any mention of it and post.

i unfortunately am unable to make like a whole new version from scratch because it would take very long and i dont have much time for that, BUT i could just remove the mention of sa for you.

im not sure if this is what you want but this is the most i can do for you i am sorry 😭😭 alternate version will be up soon for you!

sh and intrusive thoughts will still be in the story, apologies if you dont want that either but i assume you dont mind

REQUEST - JIMMY MOUTHWASHING --- PET REGRESSION

NO NSFW under the divider, but there are warnings.

TW: Self harm, intrustive thoughts, mentioned SA

Characters and Fandom: Mouthwashing; Jimmy, Curly, ANya (mentioned) Polle (mentioned)

This is also found on my AO3! Link here -> : https://archiveofourown.org/works/64231159

{ NOTE } : im sorry for the amount of time this fic took !!! my other fics are expected to come more smoothly. i hope i portrayed pet reg well in this fic

~2800 words

The mechanical hums of the Tulpar seemed to overwhelm Jimmy more, his rushing thoughts all over the place just as he was, scrambling around the ship frantically without a clue on where he was even going. He had been tasked to do many things today, and he didn’t wake up right this morning. Jimmy was asked by Curly to monitor the systems and make any necessary corrections to the trajectory of the ship in the cockpit, then pestered by Daisuke to indulge in his rambles about his games, Swansea also had asked for help with… something, he had already forgotten by now. Didn’t Anya attempt to talk to him today? He didn’t remember, neither did he care about her.

Jimmy tried taking a deep breath, trying to reel his mind back to reality and get himself together, even by a little bit, but it was hard to keep his breathing steady when the walls of the ship seemed to close in on him. The Tulpar’s hallways felt suffocating and tight, the weight of his situation dawning on him, as if something terrible was going to come. The lack of windows and the artificial screens drove him crazy, reminding him that he was truly trapped in here, forced to take responsibility for manners which he believed just wasn’t his fault, more so someone else’s.

Putting a hand on the wall of the Tulpar, Jimmy could feel the cold metal numbing his palm as he held himself upright. He let out an annoyed groan, knowing he had to go to the cockpit to complete his tasks and having to endure the radioactive green lights and screens burn into his eyes again. The repetitiveness of the mundane tasks he was assigned to everyday stressed him out– so much so that he had taken it upon himself to enter the ‘nurse’s’ room one night, a temporary fix that brung even more problems.

Yet, how could he say that life on the Tulpar was depressing when his life on Earth was no better? He was haunted by reminders of how much of a failure he was everyday. Seeing his colleague, Curly, ace at nearly every challenge thrown at him was maddening. He was nothing like Jimmy, who lacked resolve. How could he continue to watch Curly live the reality that Jimmy could only dream of? The reality of having people close to you? The reality of being the envied, and not the envious?

Curly performs his job with professionalism and near perfection, he manages to maintain great relationships with the crew, making friendly chatter each day with everyone. He excels in everything that Jimmy would fall behind on or just give up entirely.

How could Jimmy compare? He could pick up Curly’s hobbies, try to style his hair in the same style Curly has, diminish and shut down Curly’s newest accomplishment each time he’d enthusiastically attempt to talk to him about it just to make himself feel better. No matter what Jimmy did, he was met with the same result of… being Jimmy. He’d never be like Curly.

Oh, how he hoped to go home now, back to that miserable life that had been established as his fate long ago. But as time slowly crawled by, he dreaded the moment he would go back to Earth. What would Anya do? Would he be arrested as soon as he stepped on land once again? He didn’t know if she’d dare to contact any authorities, perhaps he didn’t threaten that bitch well enough. Jimmy had pretended to not give a care in the world about it for too long, but the thought of going to jail because he couldn’t control his dick made his chest tighten and breathing quicken with a sudden hit of anxiety.

Shrill cries of a baby reverberated throughout the walls of the ship, sending sharp pains in Jimmy’s ears as it seemed to get closer. The wailing just seemed to bounce off the walls, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. The nonexistent baby felt so distant yet so close, its cries strained as if it were in distress.

He had heard it on occasion ever since he observed Anya a little closer, noticing how nauseous she’d get some “mornings”, the way she held her stomach with eyes void of emotion, it wasn’t just coincidental. But he never felt like walking up to her and confronting her about it, he didnt care about her baby that he convinced himself he wasn’t responsible for. It was her responsibility, anyway.

The crying progressively got louder, like there were multiple babies– all calling for their daddy. A cacophony of nothing less than suffering and yearning coming from all sides and piercing his ears for something they had never had, and will never have. Their brains, still in development, could never comprehend what they were even crying for, their screams nearly tearing their fragile vocal cords.

The blaring of an alarm drowned out the discord, loud and nearly deafening. The mixture of loud noises forced Jimmy to cover his ears, letting out a pained grunt. The bright red warning sign flashed through his vision, causing him to close his eyes, trying to escape the fabricated scenario. Was this what he would have to resort to?

[ CRASH IMMINENT ]

His legs shook before he fell to his knees, it felt as if he wasn’t in his own body anymore. He nearly choked on nothing, imagining himself adjusting the path of the ship, steering towards an unknown mass not too far away. It didn’t feel like he was looking through his own eyes anymore, the devastating consequences of the crash he made up in his head already haunting him, sending shivers throughout his body. 

[ CRASH IMMINENT ]

He had to do it, didn’t he? There was no way that whore’s pregnancy would go unnoticed, she might- no, will give birth on the damn Tulpar. She’d eventually have to confess that Jimmy raped her that day, there were only four men on this ship, there wasn’t room to lie. He couldn’t just run or hide away from his responsibilities nor his wrongdoings this time. The urge to scratch his skin off became stronger, and he couldn’t stop himself from hitting his own head to try and make it stop, it was as if his arm did it on its own.

[ CRASH IMMINENT ]

“Jimmy?”

Opening his eyes, Jimmy fixed his vision to that familiar face in front of him, the man’s features soft and concerned upon seeing his friend in such a state. It was Curly. By now, Jimmy was hyperventilating, his hair greasy from sweat. He was out of breath, feeling as though he had ran miles. 

Curly shook Jimmy to try and bring him back to his senses, concern painted all over the man’s features, his eyebrows were furrowed and there was a small frown on Curly’s face. His blue eyes seemed to glow even with the harsh lighting of the ship, those blue eyes Jimmy hated so much. He wanted to individually rip them out his fucking eyesockets, yet he wanted to stare into them for hours, get lost into them. Jimmy just wanted to crawl into Curly’s skin, he wanted to embody the man, become him.

Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck at his throat, his eyes darted around the room before going back to meeting eyes with Curly, who was staring at him. Curly was observing him, trying to read his facial expressions for any hint on what was happening in that mind of his. Jimmy was never this distressed before, it was reasonable to be worried.

“Jimmy, talk to me.”

He still received no response, instead met with Jimmy nuzzling his head into Curly’s neck, letting out small puffs of air through his nose. It didn’t take too long for Curly to instantly catch onto what was happening with the sudden change in Jimmy’s demeanor.

Curly was aware of Jimmy’s coping mechanism, how he would regress whenever in a state of high stress, or just needing to disassociate from reality entirely. It was puzzling to navigate at first for Curly, especially as Jimmy had kept this completely hidden from everyone around him for the longest time. But he tried his hardest to support his friend through anything. Anything.

Jimmy definitely seemed unable to explain why he was in such stress to begin with, but Curly didn’t have much to do today- he’d just take over some of Jimmy’s tasks for him. It was only right to do, even if he was aware that Jimmy would never consider doing the same for Curly whenever he was at a low point in his life, even if most of Jimmy’s issues mainly stemmed from his own crimes and faults. This was his friend at the end of the day, Curly couldn’t bear to see him like this, so he’d do anything to help him.

Maybe in hopes of some sort of miracle for Jimmy to finally change.

---

With Curly leading Jimmy, the two went to Jimmy’s room. It was the better option, given that the room was Jimmy’s personal retreat which had subtle horse-related items and media inside, including the trappings of Jimmy’s life overall, shown through pictures, old and new.

Curly knew none of this would be deemed acceptable by Pony Express, both of their pays would’ve likely been docked if it was known Curly put tasks on hold to tend to Jimmy, but it wasn’t like it happened everyday. It was typically best to prioritize mental health and comfort when it came to Jimmy, especially when he was notorious for doing things impulsively.

They were situated on Jimmy’s bed. The mattress was hard and it felt like they were sitting on a rock, but it would have to work. Jimmy had discreetly brung horse ears and a fake tail on board for whenever he’d regress by himself without a caregiver, so he had that on as well. Jimmy stayed close to Curly, the only person he felt safe with despite his internal conflict.

He was mainly nonverbal whenever in his mindset, always keeping a Polle plushie nearby. It was merchandise sold by the company as a small cash grab, considering how expensive the low-quality item was.

Although for Jimmy, it was perfect. It was small and easy to take with for space travel, and the mere presence of the stuffed toy gave Jimmy solace amidst the severity of the consequences of his own actions. Jimmy couldn’t even think about any of the heinous acts he had done right now, much less worry about any of it. The air around him felt light, and he finally felt like he could breathe, no longer suffocated by the walls of the Tulpar.

“Do you want your collar?” Curly asks, his voice softer to avoid alerting Jimmy.

Jimmy immediately perked up at the mention of his collar, the customized one that Curly purchased for his birthday not too long ago. He wasn’t often regressed, especially when he had been preoccupied with work. He hadn’t seen his collar ever since he boarded the Tulpar.

Jimmy enthusiastically made a few quick nods, pawing at the bedding underneath him with his hands.

Curly went and rummaged through some of Jimmy’s stuff, most of the gear Jimmy needed while regressing hidden away under piles of his items so no one else, if they were to enter his room for some reason, could accidentally stumble upon them. The doors had no locks, after all.

He eventually found the collar, along with a bowl that was stashed away as well. It wasn’t put away very neatly, but it surprisingly wasn’t chipped or damaged from negligence. It just had some dust on it, which Curly just used his hand to brush off.

Firstly, he put the collar on Jimmy before feeding him, making sure it was secure but not too tight to the point of choking him. The embroidery felt textured and slightly rough on Jimmy’s neck, but it wasn’t too noticable. He got used to it after a while of wearing it. Jimmy physically felt warm once the collar was on, it felt so right and comforting. It had his name on it as well, making it all the more special. “Does it fit well, Jimmy?” Curly asked, using a hand to gently pat Jimmy’s head, running his palm along the length of his hair.

When Jimmy responded by leaning into Curly’s touch and fully relaxed his body, Curly knew he was content, and gave a small smile.

Curly had packed an assortment of berries and fruits for moments like these at Jimmy’s request before boarding the Tulpar, using specifically produced packaging to preserve the fruit. He stopped petting Jimmy to pour a generous amount of the fruit in the simple green ceramic bowl, having horse hooves drawn on it as part of the design.

As soon as the bowl was set in front of him, Jimmy immediately began to devour the berries inside. The food provided by Pony Express for their employees was nearly inedible, and was artificial to the point it tasted like plastic. The berries were a massive upgrade, and Jimmy couldn’t help himself but to shove his face into the bowl as he ate.

Curly chuckled, happy to see Jimmy at peace for once. He always looked troubled and never would open up to Curly often, his mental state just seemed to get worse over the years, he overall felt more distant. It tugged on Curly’s heartstrings seeing Jimmy feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable around Curly again.

When Curly thought that Jimmy would be perfectly fine by himself while he ran to go do Jimmy’s tasks for him, he quietly got up and tried to leave, but was stopped by a nudge on his leg.

“Jim…” Curly looked back, wanting to explain that he needed to do the tasks Jimmy was originally meant to do, but trailed off at the sight of Jimmy. His eyes were staring up at Curly with sadness and confusion, and it was clear he didn’t want Curly leaving.

With a sigh, Curly sat back down, reaching a hand to pat Jimmy and feel the soft fabric of his fake horse ears out of habit. He felt hesitant, but he decided to stay, just for Jimmy. The tasks weren’t that important right now. “Nevermind, it’s nothing. I’ll stay here with you, don’t worry.”

The two were in comfortable silence, they were much closer now, with the two laying down with Jimmy in Curly’s arms. Placed between them was the Polle plushie, which was tucked neatly and it kept some distance between the two of them. It was a silly thought, but the plushie was sort of like their child. Curly ran his fingers through Jimmy’s coarse, medium-length hair, feeling the rough texture of it, making Jimmy feel drowsy.

Jimmy could only feel tranquility wash over him, being around the things that truly put him at ease, whereas Curly could only feel emptiness creeping up on him. Draining Curly of any positive emotion even when Jimmy was in his arms, as close as they physically could be together, where everything should’ve been alright. It felt like everything was falling apart right now for Curly. He felt detached, disconnected from the world around him. Curly’s hands, the same hands holding and cradling his friend, felt numb.

He was all too aware of Jimmy’s behavior, all too aware of what he has done to his female coworker, all too aware of the violence and harm he’d inflict on others. All too aware of the things Jimmy had done to Curly. Curly just wished he was oblivious again. He could act like he didn’t know about the horrors Jimmy could do all he wanted, maybe even rip his eyes out so he couldn’t witness it any longer. But none of it was forgettable. Nor forgivable.

Curly made sure Jimmy was fast asleep before slowly sitting up on the bed, his back already aching from the poorly produced mattress they were provided with. He would’ve atleast appreciated better mattresses if they were only permitted to sleep for 4 hours. The food they gave to the employees at Pony Express clearly had no nutritional value whatsoever either, because Curly immediately felt lightheaded upon making the transition from sitting up to standing. He grunted and stiffly made his way to the door, his back practically screaming at him.

Before leaving, he paused at the threshold, taking a glance back at Jimmy. Curly held no contempt in his heart, he loved Jimmy so much, but the things Jimmy would do to others and to Curly made him want to hurl.

He dragged himself out of Jimmy’s room, deep in thought.

Anonymous asked:

i hope youre well. ive been sick recently, i hope you havent caught a stomach bug too.

hello anon, im doing well. im sorry to hear about your sickness! i hope youre keeping yourself warm and aafe and this will pass very quickly, take care

Anonymous asked:

i hope you're having a nice day ^^

THANK YOU! this made me so happy!! 😭

im extremely sorry to those who requested btw if you have requested a fic i have DEFINITELY started on it, please bare with me because everything is a little rocky for me right now but i promise you will get it

Anonymous asked:

is anti proship / proship negative the same as anti darkship? / gen q

hello! i can try to answer but im not a proship/antiship expert lol

anti proship (anti shipper) basically, to put it short and simple, means someone who is supportive of censorship of shipping in fandom, ESPECIALLY (with what i have observed) to portrayal of ships that are deemed immoral, illegal, etc. in reality. these ships in question are usually referred to as darkships.

now, ‘anti darkship’ may vary here. it depends on what you mean. someone may choose to disengage with darkship content due to trauma, preferences, or just personal reasons and that is ok! (if this is what you meant about anti darkshipper). someone can be a proshipper (against censorship in fiction and literature, against harassment) while also choosing not to ship or like any of those things. if an ‘anti darkshipper’ does not harass or advocate for censorship of literature with taboo content, that does not make them an antishipper

however- harassment, death threats, and all the more over these ships is what makes an anti… an anti, usually.

hope this answered your question!

hello again smiles family fandom!! do you like lloyd joe x male reader??? you’re in luck, i made a fanfic with just that!

no trigger warning, just some smut- check the tags if needed

if it, for some reason, the link is not working; the fic name is “I Need Some Rapture” by Roy_Joe

(no, im not the real roy joe nor am i affiliated with the smiles family)

enjoy please! engagement appreciated as always

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People know that the whole "don't portray [harmful action] because viewers might recreate it" thing is a rule for children's shows right? It's supposed to be shit like "don't show peppa pig playing with fire so we don't get sued if a kid watches it and burns their house down." Not like, fanfiction for adults.

Edit: this was me venting about fandom cops. not me making some nuanced hot take. don't be weird in my comments.

Edit 2: turning off notifications. PSA: do not use pet names for strangers, especially not without asking. it's creepy.

Anonymous asked:

More dan content please!!

okay! youll get it sometime… idk bro i have a lot of stuff to do 💔💔💔

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