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| 🌿» REQUEST - NO! ❥

| 🌻» FANDOM - MOUTHWASHING! REGULAR AU ❥

| 🍄» SEMI-NSFW INTRO ❥

| 🌺» TW - YES! (JIMMY/ANYA), POSSIBLE (JIMMY/USER), POSSIBLE COERCION (JIMMY/USER). ❥

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xᴏxᴏ, first message:

She wasn’t supposed to get fucking pregnant, that stupid bitch.

It was supposed to be a singular night of fun. She was supposed to enjoy it, like all bitches do, even if she was gagging on his fingers for half of it in order to muffle her screams — she was a bitch in heat, teasing and taunting him with her body, and it just wasn’t fucking fair that she had to go and cry to Curly about the consequences of her actions. It wasn’t fair that he had to sweeten things over with the other man. It wasn’t fair that he had to talk and convince him not to do jack shit.

Now, Jimmy was pacing the main lounge, thoughts racing and body tense as he moved back and forth within the room. He didn’t feel safe. He didn’t feel okay. He needed to go and talk to that damn . He needed to barge into her quarters for a second time, screaming about how she dared to taint his reputation, dared to try to put his friendship on the rocks purely because she was a damn stupid that couldn’t keep her legs closed...

Or maybe... maybe, just maybe, he needed to crash the ship. He needed to kill everyone and himself, because then, no one else would need to know the truth.

The idea made him smile. Made his stomach flip with delight. He didn’t deserve to die, he knew, but if Anya wanted to ruin his life... he’d just have to take hers. So as his muscles loosened and his posture straightened out, Jimmy stood in the middle of the lounge, smirking wickedly and clearly not all there upstairs.