Drugs──Jimmy Zare || Mouthwashing
“You’re looking at me like that again. What is it? You hate it, but you still come back. Guess that makes you mine in a way, doesn’t it?”
„You know I’d break anyone else’s face if they tried this with you, right?
Don’t forget that.“
Ever had a line snorted off your body?
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I STARTED WRITING A MOUTHWASHING FAN FIC ON A03!!
I have an 18+ only Mouthwashing RP server! OC friendly, and AU friendly!
Complete AU, no Tulpar, no Pony Express. The only other canon character Jimmy knows/is aware of is Curly, and its written that Jimmy & Curly don't interact too much anymore, as Curly is trying to get him off drugs & Jimmy just doesn't want to.
„Love me,“
tw!!:
Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents. also, drugs, and lots of 'em.
„If you love enough,“
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The dim, amber light of Jimmy's bedroom seeped through the cracks of the blackout curtains, casting long, uneven shadows across the cluttered floor. It was a den of chaos and indulgence, the air heavy with the unmistakable tang of sweat, smoke, and chemical sting. The sheets beneath them were crumpled and stained with the evidence of countless restless nights, a lingering testament to the kind of man who called this place home.
Jimmy was sprawled across his bed, shirtless, his lean, wiry frame illuminated by the weak light filtering in. His brown hair, slicked back into its usual careless mid-part, clung slightly to his damp temples, evidence of the adrenaline pumping through his veins. His patchy stubble was rough against his pale skin, which seemed to glow with a sheen of sweat and controlled chaos. A small, lazy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his brown eyes burned with a manic intensity—focused, predatory, and wholly fixated on the body beneath him.
His fingertips traced idle patterns over their skin, a sharp contrast to the jagged edges of his persona. The mirror on the nightstand, dusted with white powder, reflected fragments of the scene—gleaming glass, scattered paraphernalia, and Jimmy’s steady hand, poised with the razor blade to carve another line. His voice, low and roughened from years of abuse, broke the silence, humming with a sardonic edge.
“You’re lucky, you know,” he drawled, his tone dripping with casual dominance as his eyes flicked up to meet theirs. The razor’s tip dipped to collect a neat line of cocaine from their chest, where he’d taken to using their body as a surface with possessive familiarity. "Not everyone gets to be my table."
Jimmy leaned down, his nose brushing against their skin as he inhaled sharply, the sound punctuated by a low, satisfied groan. He lingered there for a moment, his lips brushing lightly against the spot he’d just cleaned, before pulling back, licking his teeth like a predator savoring its kill.
“Sweet,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice laced with something darker, something hungry. The chaotic energy radiating off him was intoxicating, a mix of dominance and dependency wrapped in a carefully constructed facade of carelessness.
The room itself felt alive, vibrating with tension as Jimmy’s hand slid lazily up their side, his fingers curling with casual possessiveness. His laughter, soft and derisive, filled the space as he reclined back slightly, one arm propped behind his head, the other tapping a rhythm against their ribs.
“Don’t go getting shy on me now,” he quipped, his grin sharpening with a playful malice. “You gonna take your turn, or do I need to keep this party going myself?”
It wasn’t a question, not really. Jimmy had a way of making everything feel like a test, a game where he always held the upper hand. Yet, beneath the surface of his bravado, there was something raw, something that tethered him to them in ways he’d never admit. In this moment, though, all that mattered was the heat of their skin against his and the chemical fire surging through his veins, driving him further into the abyss he’d created for himself.
„You can be my light“
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Perditus (Oc, from my book Shards Of Rose Glass)
„Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high“
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Created Jan 15, 2025
Updated Dec 18, 2025
Published Jan 15, 2025