#ttopv smut

[hisgirlwonder]

Side To Side (Jim Mason x Reader)

Length: 1.6K words Warning: Smut, sex, mommy/breeding kink, etc (also a bit of a tug at your heartstrings with a breakup) Synopsis: Your own engagement ended badly and now, here you are, having to fake a smile at your brother's wedding. You try to hide away and drown your sorrows, only for a “friend” to find you. Notes: I have been having some creative difficulties and all sorts going on as of late but hopefully this is all over. The “bride” in this story is an older sibling of Medina and Jim’s who I couldn’t be bothered developing at 4am. Sorry it’s absolute garbage but enjoy :’)

You’re properly acquainted with Jim at your brother’s wedding that afternoon. Prior to this, only exchanging pleasantries in passing at family gatherings. You didn’t bother getting comfortable with some kid a good eight or nine years younger. What would the two of you have in common?

Your brother, close friends with Jim, had informed you that he’d arrived back in Palos Verdes a couple of days ago. He’d been gone six months, travelling around the world with his surfboard, and apparently you’d forgotten what he looked like; you had to look twice to take it all in – he’d come back with sun-kissed skin, hair grown out into curls (and in need of a cut), as well as a five o’clock shadow colouring his face. Had he always looked like this good?

Between buzzing on champagne, needing a distraction from your breakup, and the realisation that you wanted to ride Jim like a train, your morals didn’t stand a chance.

**

“You look lonely and like you could do with the company. Do you need another drink?” he teased; dimples appearing on his teenage cheeks. But you aren’t really lonely, not even close. You were hiding away; trying to avoid every single person at the reception who thought it would be a good idea to comment on your own engagement falling apart. You didn’t think that your brother, a proud man’s man, would be the one walking down the aisle first.

You look down and see you’d almost finished your drink, so you throw the remainder back, and shake it to show you needed a refill. Tipsy off the third or fourth glass, you partially slur the words I definitely am not lonely but I do need another drink, James. Jim smiles while grabbing the empty cup from your hand, only to walk off and joke about how weddings aren’t really his thing. They apparently aren’t your thing anymore, either.

They used to be.

Before your heart was broken by the man you considered your “soulmate”.

You’d planned the perfect wedding for the two of you; eloping to Spain at Summertime to get married in a friend’s backyard. Your plans would have seen you celebrate the union by drinking Sangria as the sun went down, and dancing under the pale moonlight. It was everything you could ever want... until he ran away; giving no explanation to feed these vultures with when they’d pry into your personal business - they thought that just because they knew you since before you could speak, they were entitled to an answer.

“Oh, good. You didn’t run away on me.”

Ouch.

Jim had been back all of two seconds and he was already putting his foot in it. He stutters and stumbles over his words, apologising for his own stupidity. This kid is sweet; you give him that much.

Small talk ensued about his travels, the food he ate, things he saw. All sorts of meaningless conversation took place. You try to seem interested but the fact of the matter was that you just weren’t; the sight of the celebrations filling your gut with nausea.

It should have been you. You should have been the one in the off-white dress, flowers nesting in your braided hair, with the man of your dreams putting a ring on your finger; proclaiming the adoration loudly you felt. You should have been the one drunk on love and not on champagne to drown your sorrows. You should have been the one partaking in your first dance as the wife of the person you had been in love with for so long. It should have been you. But it wasn’t.

“Jim, do you want to go elsewhere? Weddings are a bit of a bummer.”

“Oh yeah, ever since... Sure. Let’s go elsewhere.”

He puts down his drink, leaving it on a table nearby and fills the vacant space in his hand with yours. You follow him through the back door, nobody notices the departure - too busy with their boring conversations at their own grownup tables - and you’re lead to his bedroom.

Looking around at your surroundings, you feel a touch out of place in the room of this nineteen-year-old boy; walls covered in posters of superheroes, surfboard (his prized possession) propped near his desk, an array of surfing magazines and comic books spread out on his nightstand. It was the complete opposite of what you were used to.

When you met your ex-beau, he had a cabinet of his own curiosities; one shelf dedicated to spirits, one shelf dedicated to cigars, and one shelf dedicated to a growing knife collection - five years your senior, and it showed. He told you that you made him feel young, but what do you expect when you surround yourself with such things?

You sit on the edge of his bed, sip away at the drink he’d poured you, and tease him for the stuffed animals by his pillow. Jim playfully snatches the one you picked up in your hands, pretending it was a child; rocking it in his arms, and explaining how Medina had picked it out for his birthday one year; despite it almost falling apart, he couldn’t part with it.

The sentiment in his statement warmed your heart (or maybe was it the alcohol?) so much that you have to fan away at your face; trying to cool down. Jim sits down beside you, your eyes catch, and suddenly you forget why you’re in this room to begin with. You forget about your ex, about avoiding people, about what today was. In that moment, hormones take the reign and leave you wanting this kid to kiss you. Why are you wanting him to kiss you?

You keep trying to remember that while he was probably in diapers, you were probably in middle school. It doesn’t work. Nothing distracts from the throbbing between your thighs. Being the irresponsible adult you are, you tell him to kiss you. The look on his face says everything; shocked, excited, hungry.

He obeys your wish like the good boy he is but breaks the kiss several times to tell me how he’s never done this before, and how your ex was so stupid. If he wasn’t so painfully attractive and kissed so well you would have given up. You break away from the kiss yourself, tugging him back by his mop of brown hair. “Rule number one: Don’t bring up anything that’s going to kill the mood.”

Jim nods with the same enthusiasm of an inexperienced child, eager to please his teacher. The kissing resumes but it isn’t long before things take a step further. You climb onto him, his greedy hands pulling your hips down, and you realise he’s more a man than a boy when you feel his tumescent member - with no signs of stopping.

Your want roars, like a lion trying to break out of its cage, fuelled by the liquid of the Gods you’d been ingesting over the past hour or two. Usually submissive to the powers of a man, weakness replaced with strength in the form of understanding what it felt like to be one of the many men you’d bedded as you gaze down at Jim; untouched by an older woman, and the blue in his eyes silently screamed baby.

Items of clothes are lost to allow for easy access, and you take him in full; the entire thickness of his erection stretching you out. You gasp and he grunts; the pair of you adjusting to how the other feels. You lean against his chest, bearing weight onto your hands, rolling your hips, and he lets out a moan of utter ecstasy.

“Does that feel good, baby? You like having your cock buried deep inside me?”

“Yes, mommy. S-s-so good. I’m so hard.”

Mommy? That was a new one. You were so used to calling men Daddy in the pursuit for the perfect fuck before your ex that you’d never thought about how it could possibly go the other way - it seems your body liked it, too.

You reach for his neck to rest a hand against his throat and played into his game. “You know you’re being so naughty right now. You have to do something for mommy or else I’ll need to punish you.”

“W-what is it? I’ll do anything for you.”

“Show mommy how she turns you on; fill her with your seed and give her your baby.”

Apparently, you struck a chord in him - like a secret fetish, an untapped desire - because he becomes overridden with lust, overpowering your body; turning you to putty, malleable in his hands; throwing you down on the bed and fucking you senseless.

Your climax was hard, and, apparently so was his; panting and moaning before unloading inside you and almost collapsing on top. His heart was beating furiously, breath evading his lungs. You’ve sobered up a little by now; the feeling of your skin on his far better than any other form of intoxication. Jim catches enough of a breath to plant a kiss on your neck before rolling his weight off you and onto the mattress.

“Wow.”

“Wow indeed, Jim Mason.”

 Taglist: @sacredlangdon @moltenskeleton @wroteclassicaly  @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @sensitivethot @langdonsdemon   @isoldedax  @sammythankyou @violett124 @americanhorrorstudies @your-daddy-langdon @ticklish-leafy-plant @michaellangdong @queencocoakimmie

[taehyungsgrowl]

eva's taylor swift inspired prompt list

hi friends!

ive been searching for a taylor swift lyric writing prompt list for so long now! i know there are a few already made that are floating around, but i wanted to make a more concise version that made sense for me and the characters i write for :')

so please feel free to send a prompt w which character!

(michael langdon, andy dolan, jim mason, duncan shepherd, etc. + nate)

also if you're a writer and like these prompts feel free to rb to have people send you some too :')

its 2 am and im cursing your name

but if we loved again, i swear i'd love you right

my mind forgets to remind me - you're a bad idea

it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

i think it's strange that you think i'm funny 'cause he never did

i bet it never ever occurred to you that i can't say "hello" to you and risk another goodbye

i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it

this is the last time, i won't hurt you anymore

his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

don't blame me love made me crazy

do the girls back home touch you like i do?

you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

i don't want you like a best friend

you squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi

i'd marry you with paper rings

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

for whatever it's worth, i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

baby kiss it better

i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired

i never learned to read your mind; i couldn't turn things around

there goes the last great american dynasty

because i dropped your hand while dancing left you out there standing

you could call me "babe" for the weekend

[littledemondani]

can you...please? | jim mason x fem!reader

Warnings: sub-ish!jim, oral (male & female receiving), mild dirty talk, pwp

Word Count: 1.0 K

Request: anonymous said: “Fuck I rly need some subby Jim asking me to use him by sitting on his face”

Summary: After having an emotional day, Jim asks you to take the reigns in the bedroom.

A/N: I would’ve answered this in an ask, but, I got carried away and it became too long. hope you all enjoy it! x

//

“What was that babe?” you ask, surprise and shock laced through your voice.

Jim got quiet, frozen in place as he silently scolded himself for letting slip the one thing he never thought he’d ever say to you. It had been on his mind for weeks now, the idea of you taking control in the bedroom and using him as you pleased. He needed an outlet, a way to relinquish all the stress he had from keeping himself together, to not turn back to the life he used to lead. 

He finally got the courage to look you in the eye, his own eyes welling with tears. He opens his mouth to speak, stuttering a bit before finally saying: “Use me...however you want just, please?” 

The tone in his voice was desperate, needy, with a hint of sadness in it. You knew he was going through a lot, knew how hard it was to pull yourself out from the grip of addiction, having gone through it yourself. You nod, bringing your hand to cup the side of his face. “Okay, Jimmy. Don’t worry, I got you, babe.”

You gently push him onto his back and pull his boxers down, softly moaning as his cock springs free. You wrap your hand around it, leaning down to give a few teasing licks to the tip. He whimpers at the contact, bucking upwards on instinct as he grips tightly onto the sheets beneath him. You smirk, pressing a tender kiss to the head before kissing down the shaft to his balls. You take one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around as you gaze up at him through heavy lids. Jim whimpers, flicking his eyes downward as you start lazily stroking him.

“Mm, shit..” Jim breathes, rutting against your hand. “Baby..” his head tips back against the pillow, soft groans leaving his lips as you rub your thumb across the head of his cock. You pull off his balls with a pop, licking back up his shaft.

“Your cock is so fucking perfect, Jimmy,” you say, letting spit dribble out onto his cock. “So thick, heavy, veiny..” You take him into your mouth, moaning around him. You bob your head a few times, getting him nice and hard before pulling back.

He whines at the loss, snapping his head up to get a look at what you’re doing. You slide your panties down your legs, flinging them off to the side. You climb up his body, pressing open mouth kisses up his abdomen to his chest before pressing your lips to his. You kiss him sloppily, tangling your hand in his hair. “Tell me what you want,” you breathe, swiping your tongue along Jim's bottom lip. “I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Use me as your own personal fuck toy. Please…,” Jim pleads, gazing at you with so much need behind his eyes. “Ride my face, baby…”

You smirk, positioning yourself over Jim's face, your knees on either side of his head. “If that’s what my baby wants, then that’s exactly what he’s gonna get.” You place your hands on the headboard as you lower yourself onto Jim's face, moaning hotly as he swipes his tongue along your folds.

Jim puts his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He licks over your outer lips, eyes fluttering as your taste floods his mouth. He brings two fingers to your lips, spreading you open and continuing to run his tongue over you. You slowly start rocking your hips, sighing happily at the pleasurable feeling. “Jimmy..that feels so good.” 

He whimpers, flicking his gaze up at you. He circles his tongue over your clit, relishing in the way your face scrunches in pleasure. He repeats the action a few more times before running his tongue back down your cunt to your entrance, dipping his tongue inside of you. You pick up speed a little, angling your hips so his nose brushes against your clit with each movement you make. 

“Oh god..fuck,” you moan, your head dropping down to get a good look at Jim. You hold his gaze, biting down on your bottom lip as you continue grinding against him. “You like this? You like it when I grind my pussy on your face?”

He nods eagerly, groaning against your cunt. He begins working his mouth feverishly, eyes rolling as you grind even harder. “Suck on my clit,” you demand softly. “Go on, Jimmy.” 

Jim immediately takes your clit into his mouth, sucking gingerly on the swollen nub. You move your hands from the headboard to just above his knees, moaning loudly as you swivel your hips. “That’s it..” you breathe. “Fuck, you’re being such a good boy sucking on my clit like that.” You reach for his cock, stroking him at a steady pace.

He bucks up against your hand, increasing the speed of his suctions. He grips onto your hips tightly, almost hard enough to leave small bruises. You toss your head back as your orgasm nears, grinding your pussy even faster. “I’m close, Jim. So fucking close.” You let go of his cock, bringing your hand to your mouth and licking your palm, wrapping your back around him. “Do you wanna cum too, Jimmy? I can feel you throbbing like you want to.” 

He moans, thrusting upwards in response. You giggle breathlessly, pumping him at the same speed of your grinding. “You’re gonna have to wait until after I cum, can you do that?”

Jim nods, eyes closing as he focuses on bringing you to your climax. It doesn’t take much longer before your orgasm rocks through you, screaming his name as you gush all over his mouth and chin. You let go of his cock, grabbing hold of the headboard as you continue grinding your cunt against him, wanting to draw out your orgasm as much as possible. 

Once you’ve come down from your high you remove yourself from his face, chuckling breathlessly. “That was...so good.” 

Jim looks up at you with glassy eyes, giving you a small smile. “Thank you..for that.”

You smile in return, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Don’t thank me just yet,” you say, winking at him as you settle between his legs. “I do believe I said you could cum after I did.” 

//

tagging a few: @fckinsupreme​, @wroteclassicaly​, @angel-langdon​, @my-thoughts-and-prayers​, @lovelylangdonx​, @leatherduncan​, @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern​, @sojournmichael​, @jims-wave​, @lvngdvns​, @littlegirlsdontplaynice​, @fleursirvart​, @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc​, @melodylangdon​, @lonelyhheartsclubb​, @lonely-cloud​, @dark-mei-rose​

[hecohansen31]

Just Focus

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Although I am off the Cody fandom, I just had this lovely idea, and I couldn’t stop myself from writing it out!

Hope it’ll brighten your quarantine days!

Have a nice reading!

WARNINGS: Mommy/Little Boy, Mention of COVID-19, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Roleplay, Voyeurism-Exhibitionism (also I didn’t proof-read this, because... big tired).

There was just something in seeing Jimmy getting all focused on the game on the TV.

It was mostly a try-out with friends for the original thing, hence you did approach him, although he had asked you not to, immediately gaining a light raised eyebrow from him, even more since you were barely clad in a robe.

But he didn’t insist, pushing back his gaze to the game.

He had been trying for the online version of the MOTO GP Mondial, since sadly he couldn’t race due to the COVID-19 linked problematics, and he had been, as always, determined to win, setting up ‘training hours’ after his morning routine, which wasn’t something that bothered you.

You were also busy with checking news from the stables and had found a small work in a still-opened garage, since it was thought to be essential, although you wouldn’t have loved nothing more than to stay at home with Jimmy.

You should have honestly moved to get yourself ready, but the sight of Jim suddenly getting angry at a shortcut of one of his fellow contestants had lighted up something in you.

And made liquid heat drip down your legs.

You couldn’t afford being late for this.

You’d just have to make this quick.

You quickly moved to Jimmy, gaining another confused look, even more as you pushed his chair a bit back, so that you could squish yourself between him and the screen as you adjusted yourself here on his knees, and although the hamster in Jimmy’s head had started moving, he kept on the confused look, disactivating the audio of his speaker.

“What are you doing?” he asked at you, as you wasted no time, lightly lowering his sweatpants and his boxers in a swift move, one that you were all too used.

“Just drive” you intimated him, as you lightly caressed his length, raising your eyes to meet his closed one, pleasure already transfiguring his features “… can you do that for mommy?”.

And before he could utter anything, you languidly ghosted your mouth making him open his eyes in surprise, as his grip on the controller loosened, but one of your hands, the one who wasn’t helping you tease him, get to his hand, to grip it in order to get him to tighten his hold.

And when he did, you engulfed him in the warmth of your mouth, also signaling him with an hand to reactivate his speaker and act like nothing happened.

And Jimmy, always the good boy, did it.

You couldn’t wait to see whether he would win or lose.

And how much he could resist till the moan gave him out

 ---

I am also tagging some OG of Biker! Jim!

(Hope you won’t mind it!)

@sojournmichael​, @emmyrosee​, @blakewaterxx​

[duncvns]

Masterlist

Titles with ~ are 18+ material. Read at your own risk

One-Shots ( > than 2k words)

~Mr. Langdon

~The Blood Ritual

~Identity Stricken

-Some Unholy War

-Untitled Fic Teaser

~Darling, Your Hands

Nothing Like Normal (series)

-Nothing Like Normal part 1

-Nothing Like Normal part 2

Drabbles

-Michael sleeping with his hand around your throat

~Michael teasing virgin!reader during an interview

~Michael ordering you to undress and making fun of you during an interview

~Michael with a tongue piercing

-Summoning demon!michael

Blurbs-

~Older!Michael taking your virginity

~Sub!Michael begging (watersports)

Headcanons- 

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Michael

- Michael as a dad

One-Shots (2k words or more)

~A Pleasure, Ms. Underwood

~Attention

~Beautiful Stranger

~The Morning After

~Good Boys Don’t Beg

Numb Like Novavane (series)

~Numb Like Novacane

~Numb Like Novacane (part 2)

~Numb Like Novacane (part 3)

Chapter (series)

- chapter 74

Palace (series)

-palace.

-palace, 2

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

-Older!Duncan helping you sleep

-Duncan accidentally telling you that he loves you 

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you  

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you part 2

~Werewolf!Duncan during rut

-Getting older!duncan angry at work

-Running into dad!duncan as a lifeguard at a pool pt 1

Headcanons

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Duncan

-Duncan reacting to his little regressing in public

-Older!Duncan headcanons

older!duncan blurbs (< than 600 words)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Headcanons

~Jim taking your virginity headcanons

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

~Dark!Xavier making you beg

-Xavier comforting you after a bad dream

~Xavier showing you off in Slimmersize class

-Skinny dipping with Xavier

[7-wonders]

Kiss of Fire

Summary: You only want what’s best for Jim, and that includes staying clean of drugs. Jim, who’s been bottling up his true feelings for so long, finally snaps after he finds out you flushed his stash. 

Word Count: 2583

A/N: TWs for SMUT, knife play, bondage, vague dub-con, dark!Jim, drug mentions, threatening pregnancy, and vague toxicity. Story will be under a cut due to the multiple potential triggers. I’ve been wanting to writing something for dark!Jim for the longest time, and this is the best I could come up with right now tbh. Smutty, dark goodness. Let me know what you think; feedback of all kinds is always appreciated, and my requests are always open!

The distant salt air of the sea wafts in through the open windows, but it’s overshadowed by the pungent smell of weed that covers Jim’s clothes. He hasn’t smoked in a week, he’s promised you that, but he also hasn’t stopped hanging around his buddies that smoke weed like they need it to live. When Jim realizes your mind has drifted, he presses you harder into the door. Your shoulders twinge with a slight pain but it’s a pain that, against all better judgement, makes your knees weak.

“What the fuck, Jim?” You hiss through clenched teeth, glaring up at him. His blue eyes are blown, and if you hadn’t been with him all night you would have thought that he had snuck off to do a line or two in the bathroom of whoever’s house was party central tonight. He’s breathing heavily, likely from hauling you up the stairs after driving like a bat out of hell to get to his place.

Ever since Jim had been found half-dead on the beach two years ago, his parents tended to give in to what he wanted; they assumed that they hadn’t cared enough which, while true, was only the tip of the iceberg that was Jim’s problems. Sandy and Phil hadn’t reconciled, not by any means, but they managed to be civil in order to make sure that Jim wouldn’t go off the rails again. Jim wanted to go to Paris with his dad and sister? They were on an international flight the next week. Jim wanted a new surfboard? Phil made sure that Jim had a new board to replace the other new one, just in case something happened to it. That’s how Jim had gotten his house: He claimed that he and Medina needed to live alone now that they were college students. Since Medina would be living with and, presumably, watching over him, the Mason parents were more than happy to oblige.

If only Medina was able to look past the healthy brother act and see the signs that were right in front of her. Jim had remained sober when it came to the prescription drugs, which was good enough for Medina. As long as she didn’t have to lock pills up, she figured her brother was recovered. But what she refused to acknowledge was all of the other drugs that Jim was dabbling in. Lately, he’s been fond of the ‘party drugs,’ like ecstasy and molly. They cost more money than the opiods he had previously been using, but he reasoned that it was a small price to pay to keep from getting addicted and remain under the radar.

Medina’s out, gone to a professional surfing competition in Australia for the week. Sometimes you want to shake her, to make her see what’s happening right in front of her eyes. But a part of you gets why she’s turning a blind eye, just as her mother and father did years ago when Jim was first on drugs. This is her brother, her twin, her best friend since they were born. Medina herself had told you how devastating it was to do nothing but wait while Jim clung to life in the ICU. Maybe you’re enabling her, allowing her to believe that nothing’s wrong while trying to deal with the growing issue yourself. But you’re protecting her, really, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

“What’s wrong? I thought your goal was to get me away from that party? Well, mission accomplished!” He declares, huffing angrily.

“I was only trying to-”

“To make sure that I don’t run off to go smoke a bowl? To keep me from getting a clean high by flushing my stash down the toilet?” You didn’t know that he knew you had found his ecstasy, tucked behind a picture frame hanging on the wall.

“I’m trying to help you, Jim! You should know better than anyone how easy it is to relapse!”

“I know my limits. Why don’t you know yours, you nosy brat?” Your jaw drops at the insult, frozen even after Jim removes his hands from your shoulders. “You really wanna help me?”

“You know I do.” His jaw tightens, and you can see a vein on his neck sticking out.

“Let me try something.” He waits for your confirmation, only moving when you nod. “You remember the safe word?”

Jim had always been extremely gentle with you when it came to sex, treating you more like a fragile glass than like a woman with needs and desires. The one time you had placed his hand on your throat and begged him to choke you a little, he placed a minute amount of pressure upon the soft skin of your neck before proclaiming that he couldn’t hurt you like that and stopped. Still, he insisted that the two of you have a safe word, just in case the gentle sex got to be too much (something that you still roll your eyes at).

“Lunada.” Jim hears the bemusement in your voice, but hums his approval at your knowledge of the safe word. You gasp when he snatches your chin, forcing your face close to his.

“Be a good girl for once in your life, take your clothes off, and get on the bed.” His voice barely rises above a whisper, but it carries with it a very real threat that has you shivering with a fear you’ve never felt before.

Your hands shake, a result of not knowing what’s going to happen next, as you fumble with the jeans and shirt that cover you. Jim impatiently removes your clothes for you, leaving you shivering in just your underwear. You allow yourself to fall backwards, the bed stopping your momentum as you stare at the man who now lords over you.

“Jim?” You ask, voice quivering.

“I didn’t say you could talk.” He sneers, pushing you until you’re flat on your back against the mattress. “Hold out your arms.”

You do as he says, extending your arms out in front of you. You hold them there while Jim leaves the room to search for something, heart rate picking up when he reappears with a silk scarf that he must have taken from Medina’s room. His tongue slightly pokes out of his mouth while he focuses on tying your wrists together, an intricate knot making you wonder if he grew up being a Boy Scout. When he yanks your bound wrists above your head to tie them to the headboard, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

“You look so beautiful, all tied up and vulnerable for me.” Jim moans out, palming at the bulge in his jeans while he slides your panties down your legs. You want to roll your eyes when he shoves the fabric in his back pocket, but you really don’t know how he’d react if he caught you doing it. “Hmm, how will I get your bra off?” He muses, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed.

When he reaches into his nightstand, he doesn’t pull out a condom, which is what you’re expecting; instead, he holds the sleek handle of a pocket knife that you weren’t aware he owned.

“W-what…?” You trail off upon realizing that he warned you not to speak. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to realize that he made that rule only minutes ago. Jim flips the blade of the knife out, inspecting it with a sharp precision. Your breathing hitches as Jim crawls towards you, tracing the sharp metal lightly along the swell of your breasts.

“Don’t worry (Y/N),” Jim grins wolfishly at you. “I won’t hurt you. Not unless you ask for it.” He cuts through the straps of your bra with fluid movements, discarding the knife on the nightstand so he can have both hands free to fully rip your bra off of you.

Terror courses through you, and you find yourself a little disgusted at how wet you are from it. Your boyfriend, the recovering drug addict, is pissed at you for making him leave a potentially dangerous situation and retaliates by manhandling you, tying you up, and using a knife to cut off your clothes. You can only feel a little ashamed at the way Jim’s 180 personality flip gets you going, the shame leaving your body when he starts trailing hot kisses down your body.

You can prepare yourself all you want, attempt to brace your body as Jim hovers right above your cunt, but you still can’t help the gasp that leaves you when his tongue starts to work at your clit. Jim loves foreplay, more than anyone you’ve met, and he knows the exact movements to get your toes curling. You want to reach down and tangle your fingers through his chocolate locks, forgetting that your hands are currently bound above your head. Huffing with frustration, you tug at your restraints. Jim peeks up at you and laughs, momentarily breaking this ‘dark’ facade he’s adopted.

“I’m sorry baby, I know how much you love pulling my hair.” He grins, swallowing your angry breaths with his own mouth. He peeled off his clothes without you noticing, likely while he was going down on you, and enters you with one swift thrust. Your walls burn pleasurably as they stretch around him, Jim’s eyes fluttering shut as your walls adjust to his length.

It doesn’t take him long to set a brutally fast pace, your hips snapping up in a frantic attempt to meet his. Jim moves his kisses from your mouth to your throat, making new bruises blossom over the old ones that have almost faded completely.

“Oh Jim, I…” A loud moan cuts you off, and you toss your head back against the pillows. He continues to rock in and out of you, gritting his teeth to try and stifle his own moans.

“Yeah? You’re taking me so well, you always do. Couldn’t resist this sweet pussy, even when you are being a brat.” You want to retort, but a strong hand gripping your throat has your eyes lighting up in glee instead. Jim smirks at your excitement, shaking his head. “Of course you wanted this.”

You can feel it coming, feel yourself teetering on the edge of a sweet release. All of the sensations you’re currently feeling are only heightened at your lightheadedness, and your mouth falls open in a breathy moan.

“Jim, I need-” You rasp out as you start to clench around him. Jim nods, understanding what you’re saying without needing you to finish the sentence. He removes his hand from your neck and starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, causing you to jolt up against him.

He’s grinning down at you, sweat beading on his brow as he speeds up his thrusts.

“God, look at you, completely helpless beneath me. I could cum in you right now and there’s not a thing you could do about it.” Your eyes widen; you’re on birth control, of course, but he’s never wanted to chance the 1% that doesn’t work. He doesn’t notice you looking at him, instead babbling on as he gets closer to his own release. “Could you imagine what would happen if you got pregnant? I’d take care of you so well, you wouldn’t need to worry about anything but growing our healthy baby. I used to think you couldn’t get any hotter, but the thought of you swollen with a child that I gave you is fucking angelic.”

You want to fire back with a retort, but your orgasm washes over you quicker than a sentence could be formed in your head. Your back arches against the bed, wrists tugging painfully above you as you try to reach for something, anything, to help keep you grounded. Jim reaches his own release moments after he slips out of you, painting your abdomen with his cum. He collapses on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his weight.

After your breathing’s slowed down and he’s softened, he kisses you. It’s gentle, entirely unlike how he’s been the rest of the night before this, and it has you swooning. The pocket knife appears in his hand again, and he cuts the scarf off of your hands. Your shoulders pop as you stretch out, wrists a bright red and fingers tingling while the blood rushes back into them. Sliding his finger across your stomach to collect some of his seed, you dutifully open your mouth and suckle it off of his long digit.

“Thank you for letting me do this.” He says while cleaning you off with the the ripped scarf that was still hanging around the headboard. “I’ve been wanting to try that for a while, but I got nervous you’d get freaked out by it.”

“Was I taken off guard? Yes. Freaked out? No.” You answer after a moment. “Is it just, like, a sex thing? You got a little dark there.”

Jim shrugs. “I feel like there’s two sides to me. The beach boy that everyone knows, sweet, recovering-addict Jim Mason who likes to surf. And then there’s a part that I have to keep hidden, the side that you saw. Even Medina gets scared when I get like that; she stole my sketchbook once, maybe three years ago? We had a fight, and she stole it and claimed that she was gonna throw all of my sketches away. I just lost it, started yelling at her and blaming her for all my problems. I went on a bender after that, and I don’t think I came down for two weeks. That anger, that...that darkness has been with me for as long as I can remember. After that fight with my sister, I promised myself that I would never get like that again.”

“So why tonight, of all nights?”

“It’s been building up, festering right below the surface. Maybe it’s because I don’t have any coke to help me easily cope anymore, I’m not sure. But tonight, watching you try to help me, it made me realize how easy I could lose you. What if you get fed up with having to constantly make sure I don’t use again, and leave me for someone else? (Y/N), I’d die without you.”

Your hand, which has been stroking Jim’s hair, freezes in place. He’d die without you? You love him, but you never thought things were this serious in his mind. Surely he must be exaggerating, feeling sappy after the sex you just had. Maybe the insecurities he felt tonight brought out these deeper feelings, ones that he couldn’t possibly mean. Jim looks up at you, confused.

“Did I scare you?”

“No Jimmy, you didn’t scare me. Let’s...we’ll just have to work on making sure you can control these emotions. And maybe don’t threaten to get me pregnant right before we both come? I’m sure we’d both make great parents, but we’re way too young right now.” Jim nods, yawning and settling his head against your side.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jim.” You mutter, watching as his eyes flutter closed. You eventually close your eyes too, drifting off as you worry about how to save Jim Mason. You sleep so soundly, in fact, that you don’t feel Jim getting up two hours later so he can grab his phone and search ways to cancel out birth control.

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[ladynuwanda]

A Masterlist to Call Mine

SERIES:

HEART OF DARKNESS (Michael LangdonXFemale Reader)

Chapter 1 - Dancing with the Devil

My first ever fanfiction! It was supposed to be a one-shot, but became a series on popular demand. (w/c: 1,4k)

Chapter 2 - Taste the Forbidden Fruit

The second chapter doesn’t do much for the story, it’s basically fan-service smut. I’m the fan. I served myself. (w/c: 1,2k)

Chapter 3 - From the Tree of Knowledge

That’s when the story really begins to unravel! This chapter is essential for the plot, but contains no smut, so it’s very easily ignored I guess. (w/k: 1,5k)

Chapter 4 - Sealed with a Kiss

My pride and joy! That’s the story I wanted to tell, with all its twists and turns... it’s the longest thing I’ve ever written, but it’s also my favourite! I just love this Michael, and this Reader is my baby... <3 (w/c: 6,3k)

Epilogue

An exercise on sadness. I meant it as a bittersweet ending, but I guess I only got the bitter part right. I’m still apologising for this one... I made myself cry while I was writing it. (w/c: 1,7k)

THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT (Michael LangdonXFemale Reader AU)

Part 1

This AU simply broke into my brain, completely formed, one night and I just had to write it! Part 1 is basically an introduction to this universe... (w/c: 1,7k)

Part 2

This is where the proper story begins... we get to know more about Reader and she starts to really interact with Michael. (w/c: 3,8k)

Part 3

Going a little deeper into the AU Michael character, but he doesn’t really show up for most of it. But I think now the story is getting somewhere... =) (w/c: 3,9k)

Part 4

The conclusion to this story´s got another cameo of a well-known character, as well as some fluffy-smut... or some smutty-fluff. I don´t know, you decide. (w/c: 4,3k)

WHATEVER SOULS ARE MADE OF (Michael LangdoXMallory AU)

Prologue

This is my first Millory story, and it’s also a Wuthering Heights AU. (w/c: 2,1k)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 brings you the first five years of Mallory and Michael’s life at Robichaux Manor. (w/c: 2,5k)

Chapter 2

In Chapter 2 as Michael and Mallory grow so do their feelings for each other. (w/c: 2,3k)

Chapter 3

The winds of misery sweep the Yorkshire moors, in the Summer that changed everything . (w/c: 3,4k)

Chapter 4

The new tenant has big plans for both the Grange and the Heights. Not everything is a blessing when what was lost is returned. (w/c: 3k)

Chapter 5

The final chapter of this story might also by my favourite, I poured my own heart on the keyboard while I was writing the lovers’ reunion and the conclusion to their story. I hope it was enough. (w/c: 4k)

Epilogue

Months, and what feels like a lifetime, my Wuthering Heights AU is finally done!! To everyone who never gave up on me and this story: I couldn’t have done it without you!!  From the bottom of my heart, thank you!! (w/c: 1,4k)

ONE-SHOTS:

Invisible to the Eye (Michael LangdonXFemale Reader)

My first request, by my darling Alex, in which Reader is a Grey, and a personal assistant to a very intimidating, but also very lonely, Outpost!Michael. (w/c: 4,4k)

A Ride on the Other Side (Sub!Duncan ShepherdXDom!Female Reader)

My second request, also by Alex, is a Trojan Horse of pegging and riding-crop action that hides a Greek Army of sweet, soft, loving smut... for all the shamelessly romantic out there. (w/c: 4,5k)

Children of the Ocean (Jim MasonXMermaid!Female Reader)

Finally my first exclusively-Jim story! And it had to be a Fantasy story, because I needed an entire poetic metaphor to trick myself into writing about the beach... (w/c: 5,3k)

When the Lights Go out (Xavier PlymptonXFemale Reader)

My first Xavier story was just a fun way to get my headcanons out there after the Season Premiere. It might turn out to be utterly wrong in canon. (w/c: 1,5k)

BLURB(S):

King of Diamonds, King of Hearts (Duncan ShepherdXJim Mason)

I wanted to give this pairing a soft and healthy relationship, for a change... this blurb was incredibly satisfying to write, it might become a series someday. (w/c: 1,5k)

[divine17]

Sex With Jim Mason (HCs)

Request: “ wow yes, I would like sex with Jim Mason headcannons plz!!!”

Count: 24

A/N: Hmm what other characters would you guys wanna see me write for?? This blog is literally only Jim

Jim just loves teasing his partner

Other than when they ride his thigh, it might be his favorite thing in the whole world

Seeing the twisted pleasure on their features would be his favorite thing

He loves being able to get them so worked up and needy, deprived of what they crave so desperately

& running his hand up their inner thigh, bringing himself in for a kiss but just barely letting his lips ghost over theirs, etc too

Orgasm denial, but soft

“Mm, baby, I think you can hold off just a little longer for me”

He loves denying that release to his partner until he says its okay for them to come, especially because it makes the orgasm that much more intense for them

And then encouraging them to come so so ... Sweetly

I feel like Jim also has a bit of a penchant for having sex in cars

Like, he doesn’t go out of his way for it to happen or anything but he finds himself doing it fairly often, especially on the way home from the beach or after a date

Either that or sex on the beach, but not in the sand

He learned his lesson the hard way with that one

He also loves decorating his partner with little love bites everywhere just so they know that they’re his, and no one else’s

And he also probably really likes when his partner leaves scratches or bites on him, honestly

He would be a little embarrassed if his friends at the beach saw, and they inevitably would, but he’d quickly learn to wear them with pride

Because it would be his little reminder that he’s theirs, only theirs, just like the little soft bruises on you

When he’s angry, I mean really just pissed off, he gets rough

R o u g h

Like, choke his partner until they’re seeing stars, hold their face into the mattress to stifle moans, overstimulation, spanking while he’s fucking them from behind, hair pulling...

Jim would pretend that he absolutely does not have a tiny lil daddy kink and thinks it’s so gross but we all know that he does

It would take a little while for him to get completely comfortable calling himself daddy but he’d love his partner calling him the little nickname, especially in a playful way

But he’s not really into it for the sexual or extremely dominant aspect, more so the “protecter/defender” part of it, if that makes sense

Like, he finally has someone that loves him for him, no matter his flaws, and he’s going to protect the hell outta them

[hisgirlwonder]

Unheavenly Creatures (Jim Mason x Reader)

Length: 3.2K words Warning: Smut which fulfils a lot of kinks such as public/library sex, sleeping-with-best-friends-brother, masturbation, etc   Synopsis: You’ve been given an assignment in class and the teacher decided to pair you up with your best friends brother and class stoner, Jim Mason, which means a lot of time spent with someone who prefers to study the female body. Notes: This has been bugging me for SO LONG and I couldn’t stop thinking about the idea the last few days (hopefullyyyy this is okay and ps. if you’re following my fics HoW pt. 4 will be out next)

The irony of it all had yet to evade you. You’d been paired up with your best friend’s brother for your latest project and it should be a walk in the park, right? Wrong. It was a joke to you and Medina but both for different reasons.

Jim and you were complete opposites when it came to school. He’d often show up late with a lingering scent of Mary Jane coating him and glazed eyes to match; not to mention his grades weren’t fantastic. You, on the other hand, were the perfect student. The answer to the question of why you had to be paired with Jim remained a mystery.

**

“Em, I just can’t be-“

The conversation is brought to a halt when Jim appears out of nowhere and widens the gap between the two of you; forcing himself between your bodies as you and Medina are talking over lunch. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and Medina’s, first looking at her and then at you.

“Hello, darling twin, hello wonderful partner. How are you beautiful ladies doing?”

“Hi, Jim. Sorry, I’m just going to go for a walk. Em, I’ll see you later, okay?”

You couldn’t leave the two of them fast enough and walk away in the direction of your favourite spot, behind the auditorium. Once they’re alone, Medina warns him not to spend all the time trying to butter you up or making you laugh – naturally he ignores what she’s saying, more intrigued as to whether or not you actually thought he was funny.

“Jim Mason, how many times do I need to tell you that you need to take your classes more seriously? Mom and dad would be mad if they knew how little you cared.”

“As far as mom and dad are concerned, I will pass. The more important question at hand, dear Medina, is whether or not Y/N thinks I’m funny.”

Medina rolls her eyes in a less than impressed fashion with his preoccupation. He’s had a thing for you since day one and Medina knows this. She also knows how he is with girls and doesn’t know whether or not he’d do the same thing to you. Jim jokes about you needing something to relax because you work so hard but Medina doesn’t find it funny because if there’s one thing she cares about besides her family, it’s you. Her brother feels the intensity behind the stare and backs off, telling her he’s going to give more of a shit.

“I’m bored and Y/N isn’t here to butter up. Maybe I should go and find her.” He winks in provocation and leaves the seating area in search of other friends. Medina decides that she might go and have a look for you to continue the conversation from earlier before the interruption.

It didn’t take her long to find you because you were always in the same spot when you needed a moment. Behind the auditorium was a special spot for both of you because that’s where you met and nobody else went there so it was nice and quiet.

Sympathetic glances are exchanged before she sits herself next to you on the bench. Medina leans her head on your shoulder like she often does and the comforting heaviness of her head leaning on you was relaxing; unfortunately, not enough to take away the stress of the situation at hand.

“Are you going to write about the disgusting diet of pizza and marijuana my brother lives on in the weekends?”

You can’t help but laugh at her remark. Trust her to make you feel better.

“That wasn’t my plan but if my original idea doesn’t work then I might give yours a go.”

**

“God, I can’t do this.”

Jim’s inability to concentrate and continue the song he was working on gets the better of him. He puts his guitar back in the stand before flopping onto his bed to lay on his stomach. He reaches into his pocked to pull out his phone and look through Instagram out of boredom. The first post to appear was one of Medina’s and it happened to be you and her together. Of course seeing your face causes Jim to waste no time in trawling through your page but being careful not to accidentally “like” one of your photos when he’s 48 weeks deep.

You were the kind of girl who didn’t exactly flash what you had but there were a handful of pictures of you in some scantly items; Halloween last year with Medina after the two of you had first met, your own birthday party, the Girls holiday in Hawaii. Nothing too outrageous because that wasn’t your style, however, that didn’t stop Jim from drooling over the miniscule amount of flesh you were showing.

Jim has a lightbulb moment and searches through Medina’s photos on her Facebook page to find more – just as he suspects, Medina as a whole folder dedicated to you. He’s not sure why he hasn’t done it earlier but being within touching distance of you had triggered him.

Then, there it is. The one picture that sets him over the edge. You and Medina were hanging out with your friends, Duncan and Michael, and Duncan had thrown a bucket of water over you/ Michael had been taking photos on Medina’s camera at the time and to anyone else this would have seemed like a harmless photo but to Jim, and his sexual deprivation, seeing the wet fabric cling to your curves caused an urge he could no longer hold back.

Medina knew Jim was attracted to you but she didn’t realise just how much. Jim had slept with girls but ever since you’d met, he always ended up picking ones that bear a striking resemblance to you. The last few months he’d given up because it just wasn’t the same. He found it lacklustre and disappointing when these beautiful women, both younger and older than him, would appear in his bed and he knew that their bodies didn’t move with the way yours would. Jim kept going back because it was better than nothing until one day he gives up.

He checks the door is shut before manoeuvring his hand inside his underwear so it’s cupping his dick, wrapped around the shaft and begins to fuck it. His eyes are closed so he can disappear into the moment completely. He envisions you beneath him, legs wrapped around his hips with your feet interlocked on his lower back. His cock is coated with so much slick that it is easy to feel like his own extremity was actually your warm, tight cunt.

Jim digs the fingers on his free hand into the pillow he’s propped up on because the feeling is intense and he gets so lost in it he can almost feel you beneath him. He’s breathing hot and heavy breaths and as he gets closer and closer he’s unable to hold back the noise - his face falls into the pillow as hits the point of orgasm and moans loudly into it.

Medina is stood outside making some smart ass come back after she’s cleaned up in retaliation from earlier and Jim jumps at the sound of her voice because he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts. Pulling his hand out of his underwear to reach over and grab a tissue off his nightstand, he tries to yell at his sister to piss off but his voice cracks under the exertion.

**

Five weeks into the project and still nothing. Jim had teased you, shot flirty comments your way, but that was the extent of it. Both you and your vibrators were growing tired (one had to be replaced because you’d used it too much) and part of you wondered if this was just normal Jim Mason behaviour to have a girl eating out of the palm of his hand. Little do you know, he’d been forcing himself to hold back and you were the contents of his wank bank - he was getting so desperate that he bought something to help him along. Since being in your presence for almost a month and a half, he’d gone from wanking once a day to morning, afternoon, and night or more.

The two of you were due to meet at the library today at 6:00pm because tonight was a late night; figuring you’d take advantage because the both of you were busier earlier. You arrive there on time but it was 6:15pm when Jim decides to show up.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to be late?”

“To what, a study session? This isn’t a date, Y/N.” He teased.

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment as he walks up the steps beside you, holding the door open for you to walk through.

“I’ve got something to help you relax anyway.”

You didn’t bother to ask him when you were walking down to the computer room what he meant because you’d probably end up going around in circles as you’d learned he had a tendency of doing.

The two of you get settled into your studying and you wondered if Medina had actually gotten into him because he seemed as if he wanted to actually work. You figured now was the time to ask him what he meant but to your question his eyes stayed on the book in front and held his finger to his mouth to hush you.

You were shocked at the sudden turnaround and felt like the creep when catching yourself lusting over the way his chest would rise and fall with each breath or the movement of his lips. You were beginning to feel like he could tear the flesh from your bones with his teeth and you’d say thank you.

Jim becomes too obvious in his pursuit of your relaxation and breaks the sudden good boy behaviour to rest his hand on one of your exposed. Your body begins to swell, heat blazing in the thick of your thighs from just a simple touch. He grips at the inner parts of your thigh; squeezing it after he hears you make a noise. Despite being the first time he’d laid hands on you, and it wasn’t much at all, nothing felt foreign to you.

Both of you turn heads to catch the glance of the other momentarily but quickly turn away to hide that he’s beginning to unwrap you. He changes what he’s doing and moves his fingers in a walking motion up the inner part of your leg. You want to snap them shut because he was your best friends brother and you didn’t need a distraction but the want for him overpowered you. He creeps closer and closer to your underwear, mouth to your ear to tease you while you struggle reading over the notes you had in front of you. As if you had a choice.

“You don’t fool me for a second, YN.”

His nose sweeps across your face to move your hair with it - pushing it back behind your ear so you had nothing stopping you from taking in what he was saying.

“I can feel your frustration. I know how exhausted you are trying to fight this.”

His hand that travelled up your thigh now rubs the fabric covering your slit and you can feel your nipples harden from selfish want. The breath warm over your neck breath sends shivers over the surface of your skin and you’re waiting for him to continue on with his speech but he stays tight-lipped. Jim pushes the underwear you’re wearing to one side and then uses a finger to trail along the valley between your thighs. Jim’s eye contact has yet to break; stuck on you, the sight of your mouth opening as you breathe in bated breaths. Your strength can only hold back so many moans but you began to slip, sounds escaping your mouth. You quickly throw your hands up to cover your mouth and Jim notices what just happened; lowly growling for you to not be such a good girl while he’s slipping fingers inside and proving you’re anything but.

Jim places his thumb on your clit while his index and middle fingers are inside and the way he touches you feels like magic; sending you into a state where you no longer cared. You throw all caution into the wind, pushing the books from the table and pray nobody sees what is happening.

The both of you are messy in your movements because Jim starts to kiss you and you regress into the teenager who had just discovered masturbation for the first time. Greedy, salacious, and lewd in your own contempt towards your surroundings. You hold him back long enough and to sit on the surface of the table but he’s like a rabid dog and can’t get between your thighs fast enough. His hands' fumble trying to get the soaked piece of clothing off of your body because he’s so eager and eventually he does get there - throwing them to the side as if they were garbage; unneeded, unwanted, and he never wanted to see them again.

His mouth doesn’t waste a second and heads directly for your bud while his fingers fuck you. You thought to yourself he must have done this a thousand times because his tongue hits every spot, even ones you didn’t know you had. You came effortlessly and, for once, without the use of one of your toys. This was different. It felt like he’d planned this - how he wanted to move, how you were going to feel - and maybe God did grant him access to your Heaven’s gate when he saw how meticulous Jim had become for the first time in his life.

You both rise to your feet and instead of seeing him wiping away his mouth like most men do, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss; a kiss that barely even touched the surface of how he felt about you. The taste and scent of you on him drove you wild. He guides his fingers back inside, caressing every part, and you were gagging for more. You respond in kind by pulling his hair (probably harder than he’s used to) and he just looks you at you with lust-filled eyes, waiting for your next movement.

“Fuck me,” you whine. You felt desperate and it probably looked ugly but you didn’t care.

“You’re an eager girl, aren’t you? I don’t have anything with me.”

“You should know me well enough, Jim Mason, that my organisational skills extend further than just school.”

Jim tries to remain cool, acting as if the thought of fucking you raw didn’t drive him insane, but you could see it across his face and in his movements to follow.

He moves fast to undo his belt and pants and then yank down his underwear. You pull him in with your legs wrapped around his body, and he can’t get inside fast enough. The moment he slides in, you let out a gasp; he filled you entirely and was thicker than you thought; your pussy stretched by the girth of his fat cock.

You’re pulled in by desperate arms from this being who was trying to become as close to you as possible. His arms are supporting your lower back, making sure you don’t fall (because apparently, he’s a gentleman?) and you both become lost. You thought after the first time you came that anything else would almost be muted, nearly unnoticeable, but you were wrong. You had to kiss him and moan into his mouth as you did so otherwise, you would have bitten the flesh from his shoulder or your own arm.

Jim can’t hold back either and soon after he mumbles in your mouth, signalling he’s going to cum very soon as well. You break the kiss and instruct for him to get onto the table because you have a plan of your own. You let him sit where you were so it’s not cold and as he’s sitting down, plant a kiss on his shoulder, then stand between his legs with the swollen member in your grip.

“Are you ready, Jim Mason?”

Jim looks down at you, brows furrowed because he’s oh so close to exploding everywhere and your pretty manicured hands look so good around his cock. His teeth sink into his lower lip and he groans in agreeance through the crack between his teeth and his pretty, plump lips. You take him in your mouth before driving the length straight down your throat once, then twice, and travelling back up to the tip. Your hand wraps around the base, pumping it in a sporadic rhythm and you tease the outer rim of the head with your tongue as you look upwards.

Jim slams his hands down to dig his fingers into the edge of the table and tries to thrust into your mouth. You know he’s ready to blow but won’t let him and instead slide off very slowly with your sights on him to see what he does, and he can’t take any more. As you hoped, your head is forced down so far until you gag and shoots his load down your throat. Your eyes still on him as you’re sliding off but once you’ve fully removed his softening erection, you close your lids and swallow the contents of your mouth in satisfaction followed by licking the remnants off your lips as if he’d fed you.

Jim breathlessly comments how he didn’t take you for the swallowing type and you bite back with a remark that there is a lot he doesn’t know about you. He raises an eyebrow at you with a look you’ve seen many times before. Behind his boyish charm and good looks lies a devil in disguise. “I look forward to finding it all out, Y/N.”

“You know, this isn’t going to happen all the time,” You tried to correct him because you could read him like a book. The two of you got lost in the heat of the moment and you want to make it clear but he wouldn’t listen.

Jim knew from the way your body reacted that there was another story you weren’t wanting to read; about yourself; one where you knew that nobody else had that effect on your body – any efforts to achieve those kinds of orgasms with another human besides the boy-turned-man you saw before you were fruitless. Jim palms one of your rather flushed cheeks and kisses your forehead.

“That’s what you say now.”

“I’m serious, Jim. Em-“

“My sister doesn’t need to know. It’ll be our little secret.”

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[taehyungsgrowl]

Dark Jim does not exist he is the softest baby who gets turned on when you’re mean to him and enjoys being choked.

skksskak PLEASE

i love dark!jim

but 👀 you’ve made me 😳 with soft subby jim 👉👈

although idk if i could genuinely be mean to him lmfao

but surprising him by turning him into a subby mess 🥴

he walks into your room to find you wearing something black and lacy that leaves little the imagination… immediately, he gasps, feeling his face go hot.

“wow, baby…” he walked towards you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips. but before he can, you slapped his hands away, mischievous smirk on your face growing when you see his blush deepen.

“not so fast, baby,” you drew out the pet name he normally uses on you. “gotta show me how much you deserve to touch me…” you cupped his face and ran your thumb over his pouty lips. his mouth parted open, wetting the pad of your finger.

jim leaned his face into your palm, moving his face to kiss the inside of your hand. “please baby?” his blue eyes were sparkling with excitement and you could practically see him buzzing.

so so eager to please…

you felt yourself get wetter just from seeing how ready jim was to make you feel good.

“let’s get this off…” you tugged at his shirt and began undoing the buttons. jim shuddered each time your fingers brushed his chest.

once his shirt was tossed aside, you pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him to his knees. his hardened bulge didn’t go unnoticed by you. jim peeked up at you through his dark lashes, his pupils blown wide.

you tangled your fingers into his soft brown locks and tugged his head back, making a whine escape his throat, “how about we get that mouth to good use, baby?” you tugged on his hair harder, making his lips fall open.

you took advantage of his pink tongue being on display and leaned down to kiss him… as you started to pull away, you spit in his mouth.

jim bit his lip, catching a dribble of your spit that landed on his bottom lip.

he placed his hands on the back of your calves, traveling them upwards to cup your ass. he looked up, the tip of his nose dragging along the wet patch on your panties. he inhaled deeply before sighing out your name, “let me make you feel good, please…”

you cupped his face again, softly patting his cheek. “you’re being so good,” you praised him. “go ahead,” you led his face closer to your pussy, using your free hand to move your panties aside.

jim attached his lips to yours, letting his tongue swipe along your folds, lapping up your arousal.

his puffy lips found your clit and began sucking and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. you yanked on his hair and felt his groan and smile against your center.

“make me cum on your tongue, baby… doing so good,” you closed your eyes, holding on to his shoulder with one hand for support while the other gripped the nearby dresser.

“fuck, jim,” you felt your stomach tighten and your legs shake.

he gripped your ass and made you stumble as he brought your closer. he had on of your legs hooked over his shoulder as he sponged wet open mouthed kisses along your slit.

jim continued, never letting his tongue rest even after you came - he cleaned up every inch on you with his mouth. he kissed along your inner thighs as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

he stayed on his knees, holding on to your hips as he looked up at you with those pleading blue eyes and rosy cheeks… waiting for your praise… ready to worship your body in anyway you’d let him.

[hyunnielix]

You’re My Addiction

Jim doesn’t come home after a party and Medina rings you up asking if he’s with you. 

Pairing: Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings: Slight AU, Time skip,  Fluff, ANGST, Mentions of Drug Addiction & Panic Attacks

Word Count: 1.4k

The obnoxious vibrating of your phone woke you up from the pathetic six-hour sleep that had spelled you last night, or so you should say early this morning.

Rolling onto your side, you rubbed your eyes while letting out a small yawn, finally reaching for your phone that was situated on the chestnut bedside table.

The faint pounding in your head became stronger as you stared at the bright phone screen, hungover from all the alcohol you had let your body intoxicate last night while out partying with your close friend Jim.

Sliding the pick up button without checking the number you brought it up to your ear, softly mumbling a ‘who is it?’

“Hey Y/N, have you by any chance seen Jim? He hasn’t been home since last night and my parents are worried sick about it, including me,” She questioned, sounding incredibly stressed if you had to guess her parents were probably fighting again. You knew how exhausting they could be, especially when they didn’t realise how their toxic relationship affected their struggling teenage kids.

Sitting up in your position, you began to recount everything that had happened during the party trying to remember where Jim might’ve fled off to. Unfortunately, it was useless as your mind was too hazy from the poison called alcohol you had let enter your body.

“The last time I saw Jim was at the party around two,” You explained, running your fingers through your hair sighing loudly. He was probably in one of his reckless moods again he tended to get like that after drinking. You usually always looked out for him, now hearing that the one time you didn’t he was in trouble made you feel more than guilty.

“I’ve been calling him all morning and he won’t pick up,” Medina muttered into the phone unable to fix the situation herself without the help of adults which she desperately needed since her parents acted like three-year-olds, you’d seen it first hand.

“Look, I’ll be over straight away okay? We’ll find him together,” You promised, burying your face into your hands exhaustedly before hanging up.

You had rushed over to the Masons’ household once you found out Jim hadn’t made his way home from after the party. Currently, the family separation had impacted not just Medina but him in a devastating way. He had turned to drugs and his parents were completely oblivious too caught up in their own hellfire to protect their only son.

Tapping your foot against the lacquered wooden flooring, you awaited Medina to return to her room which you were currently situated in.

The cut-out surfing magazines that clung to the walls of her room took your mind off the situation at hand. Hearing the almost violent crashing of the waves from outside her window helped calm your nerves unprepared for the news.

Footsteps clicked against the floor until it reached the door, swinging the door open carelessly, you were met with your best friend looking more dishevelled than ever.

“Y/N We need to go now,” Medina exclaimed, entering the room while frantically inhaling, her tear stained cheeks had already explained to you what was happening.

Abruptly, she collapsed onto the floor letting out choked sobs, jumping off the bed you sat next to her wrapping your arm around her and rubbing her back comfortingly just like you did with Jim.

“What happened? Is he okay?” You asked softly while furrowing your brows in the process, brushing her wavy blonde hair out of her face you attempted to calm her down in the best way possible whilst trying to prevent yourself from suffering a panic attack as well.

“H-He’s In the hospital, it was an overdose, I-,” She sniffled, closing her eyes shut while she wiped the transparent tears away refusing to look you in the eye.

Your breath hitched, blinking rapidly you tried to hold down the tears and cheer your best friend up as that was more important than your own emotions.

“We have to go see him now, p-please,” Medina stuttered, gathering herself together and brushing her clothes off before intertwining her fingers with yours.

“He’ll be fine, he’s a fighter remember?” You remarked, smiling almost sadly while you held her hands in yours nodding profusely after you pulled her up.

“I’m not sure how much longer he can fight this, Y/N.” She confessed, wrapping her arms over her chest while biting her lip waiting for your somewhat reassuring response, she could always count on you to be the positive one in these predicaments.

That heartbreaking statement made your heart wrench, you weren’t sure either.

The ride on the way to the hospital was deadly silent, the comfortableness of the silence was disturbing yet you had a gut feeling that he would be alright. 

Stopping at the white front desk, the sickening medicinal smell threw off your senses. You both paused waiting for the bombshell blonde nurse who’s nametag read Amanda to notice the both of you.

“Excuse, uh we’re here to see Jim Mason, I’m his sister,” Medina asked politely while Amanda pushed up the frame of her glasses, her gaze not leaving the computer as she typed away on it.

“Room 239, down the hall then to your left,” She stated emotionless, not bothering to motion with her hands which made you scoff.

Beginning to gain momentum as you both ran down the halls the both of you trailed closely after each other, noticing another brunette who was arguing with a taller male you recognized them as Sandy their mother and Phil their father.

“Thank god you’re here,” Phil exclaimed, pushing past Sandy to engulf his emotional daughter in his arms comfortingly, well would you look at that he was finally doing something right.

“Can I go in?” Medina murmured against her dad’s shoulder, pulling away he nodded motioning for her to go in, pausing her eyes flickered back to you as if asking for you to come in with her.

“You go in, I’ll wait out here, he deserves to be with his family,” You responded, fixing your gaze on the white floor, to say you blamed yourself was an understatement. 

“Y/N Thank you so much for your concern, but I don’t think he needs you here right now,” His mother stated condescendingly, pointing her finger rudely at you while squinting her eyes.

“Sandy,” Phil snapped, sending you an apologetic look whilst trying to reprimand his now ex-wife. It didn’t take long for Medina to come out of the room.

“He’s asking for you,” She smiled, patting you on the back while you nodded,  inhaling deeply to prepare yourself to see the worst before entering the hospital room. He was laying on his side, facing the light that shone down from the window.

“Y/N?” He croaked out, making your chin tremble slightly as you walked around the obstacle that was his bed.

“I’m not going to antagonize you, but please tell me why you thought it was a good idea?” You asked, squatting before him as you placed your hand on the rail of the bed.

His face was as pale as a ghost, and his usually shining baby blue eyes looked almost lifeless as tears slipped down his face.

“Hey, don’t cry that’s my job,” You giggled, allowing your emotions to get the best of you letting out a small cry whilst covering your hand over your mouth, it physically hurt you to see him like this.

“I thought that if I did something like this they’d finally notice-,” He murmured while you brushed away the tears from his cheeks nodding understandably. 

“I was so scared, it’s my fault for not staying with you,” You explained, running your fingers through his fluffy soft hair before cupping the side of his jaw.

“And don’t you dare blame this on yourself,” You scolded him while his lips upturned into a smile as he began to attempt to sit up.

“It’s not your fault,” He assured you, patting the bed for you to sit next to him. Following his actions, you crossed your legs facing him while fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“I have something else I want to c-confess-,” You stuttered, looking at your hands before he lifted your chin up with his finger.

“I know,” He softly mumbled, leaning forward he captured your lips in a passionate kiss making you melt. Pulling away, your cheeks were flustered red gaining a chuckle from Jim as he pulled you into a warm hug.

He was your addiction.

[chloelucia13]

All That I Want

Pairing: Jim Mason x reader

Prompt: you're the only person there for Jim on his birthday, bit he wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: FLUFF, a tiny bit of angst, language, that's about it

A/N: I'm in my Jim feels at the moment so i just needed to write this. Sorry that it's so short!

Tags: @queencocoakimmie, @rocketgirl2410

The halls were silent and the fluorescent lights burned your eyes as you walked to the mental ward. All you could hear was the incessant thrum of your heart and the millions of thoughts that raced through your mind.

What if they don't let me see him, what if he doesn't want to see me, what if, what if, what if...

"Can I help you, ma'am?" a nurse voiced, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blinked rapidly for a moment before nodding. "I'm here to see Jim Mason?" you admitted, your voice no louder than a whisper. You handed her the stapled papers in your hands that you had filled out earlier.

Instantly, a smile spread across her face. "Wonderful!" She stood from her seat behind the desk and walked around to be face to face with you. "We'll need to do a quick search just to make sure you aren't trying to bring anything in, and then you can go see him!"

Suddenly there was a blizzard of detector wands and a few hands patting along your sides. After about 30 seconds, they deemed you clean of any dangerous materials and led you back to Jim's temporary room.

"It's so wonderful that you came to see him," the same nurse admitted as you two walked. "It's extremely rare for people to come visit at all, let alone on a patient's birthday."

"Well, he's all I have, and he deserves everything good in the world," you responded, a bright smile on your face. "I just try my hardest to make that possible for him."

"I'm sure he deeply appreciates that."

You two stopped in front of the door with Jim's name scribbled on the chalkboard adorning it. She knocked twice and waited a moment before entering. "Who is it?" you heard Jim mumble before you saw him sit up slightly, getting ready to turn and face the door.

"Someone is here to see you." With that, the nurse patted your shoulder before hurrying off, leaving the two of you alone.

Jim turned all the way around and his face immediately lit up when he saw you standing in the door way. "Am I dreaming?"

You shook your head and chuckled softly, stepping inside and pulling the door shut almost all the way. "I'm real, Jimmy."

He sat up and swung his feet off the bed, his eyes trained on you as you walked over to him. "I thought everyone forgot."

His words made you frown slightly, shaking your head as you stepped in-between his legs. "I could never forget about you, love."

He beamed at that, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer to him. You draped your arms loosely around his neck, your fingers twirling a few strands of his hair around. "Thank you." He pressed his forehead against your abdomen.

"Happy birthday." You leaned down and kissed the crown of his head. "Happy birthday, love."

You watched his shoulders steadily rise and fall with each breath, unable to help but notice that his pace matched yours. "Medina called."

You pulled away momentarily so you could sit down next to him on the bed. "She did? What's she up to?"

"She's down in Hawaii. She got invited to participate in a competition." His voice began to shake slightly and you reached up to brush away a few strands of hair that blocked his face.

"When you get out of here, they'll invite you too. I know they will."

He smiled weakly and took your hands in his. "Will you come with me?"

You nodded and flashed him a bright smile. "Definitely. I go wherever you go, handsome."

A comfortable silence blanketed you two for a moment before he spoke. "Can I have a proper birthday party when I leave?"

You nodded and he rested his head on your shoulder, his forehead pressed against your neck. "We'll have everyone you want there, and I can make that cheesecake you love so much." You sighed softly. "But, as for now, I saw those honey buns you like in the vending machine outside. You want one?"

He nodded and reluctantly lifted his head so he could look into your eyes. "You're too good for me."

"No, I'm just better than who you've had before. I'm far from too good for you, but I try."

He chuckled and rose from the bed, pulling you with him as he made the trek over to the vending machine. "God, I've been craving these things for forever."

Your heart ached at the thought, knowing no one other than you came to visit him and get him something that was far from a luxury in your mind.

You shook the thought from your head and bought four honey buns- one for you and three for him. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" You grabbed the buns from the slot and handed three of them to him.

"I love you. A lot."

You smiled at that, turning to face him fully. "I know. I love you a lot too."

He led you back to his room and he sat down on his bed, his back against the headboard as he crossed his legs in front of him. You sat down next to him and mirrored his position, resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday, my love," you whispered as he took a bite of his first honey bun.

"Thank you, baby." He turned his head and pecked your lips. The artificial honey transferred onto your lips, but his lips tasted even sweeter than the substance. Your eyes fluttered closed and you pressed your lips to his again, longing for another taste.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy," you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

"What for?" His free hand cupped the side of your head, his fingers slipping slightly into your hair.

"Everything, I guess. Not visiting you more. Not taking care of you so all of this could be avoided. Not watching you more-"

"Y/N, stop. None of this is your fault." He nuzzled his nose into your hair. "You've visited me more than anyone else has, and that's all that matters. You're here for me, and you care about me."

The tears began to flow freely now. You nuzzled your face into his shoulder and let out a few sobs. “How did I get someone as perfect as you, Jim?” You clutched his shirt and sniffled, taking a few deep breaths. 

“I ask myself that question every day. How did I end up with you, lovely?”

His fingers began to massage your scalp and you melted into his touch. 

Suddenly, a sniffle sounded and you looked up at him to see a few tears slipping down his face. “Oh, Jimmy, don’t cry.” You quickly reached up and wiped them away, your thumbs lingering on his cheeks afterwards. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that. I made you upset.”

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N. It isn’t your fault.” He flashed you a soft smile. “They’re tears of joy, baby. Because I love you so much and I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I love you too.” The tips of your fingers slowly skimmed over his face, stopping to trace over his lips. “So, so much.” Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment and you focused on his gentle breathing and the soft feeling of his skin under your fingertips, taking in the fact that he was still there with you.

He was still alive.

“Y/N?” he hummed, pulling you back to reality. 

A small heat spread across your cheeks and you chuckled, shaking your head softly and opening your eyes to stare into his. “Sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts.” Sitting up, you shifted slightly before draping your legs across his lap, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder. “So, how are you holding up in here?”

A soft sigh slipped past his lips and he kissed the crown of your head. “Boring.” He snaked an arm around your legs and pulled you closer to him. “But everything’s boring without you.”

“Such a sap.” A playful shove was delivered to your arm and you shoved him back. “How are you feeling?”

“Better than I felt when I first got in here.” His teeth found purchase on his lower lip. “I’m just... On edge a lot, I guess.”

You just nodded. “I’m proud of you.”

“Why?”

Your head rose from his shoulder and locked eyes with him. “If I was in your position, I don’t think I could’ve gotten this far.” You offered him a small smile. “You’re strong, love. Much stronger than me.”

His hand cupped your cheek. “You’re the one who kept me going. You’re much stronger. You persevered.”

“We both did.” Your hand took his and led his knuckles to your mouth, pressing soft kisses along the now-smooth skin. “I stayed for you, and you stayed for me.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while, just basking in each other’s presence, letting the peaceful atmosphere wash over you two. 

“Y/N?” he whispered. “When I get out of here, Medina is gonna be in Greece.” His fingers lazily played with a strand of your hair. “Can we go and see her?”

You nodded. “Whatever you want, love. I’ll book the flight when I get home.”

“You’re the best, beautiful.”

“Anything for you.” You pecked his lips. “I’d give you everything if I could.”

“You already have.”

And there the two of you sat for hours, thinking of only the future as the past was too far behind you two. 

[hecohansen31]

#45 with Jim for the smut prompts

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I just wanted to say that I am sorry again for how much I am taking with all these prompts and asks, I just... studying hystory of art makes me happy, but is also a long process and a shit ton of images.

Still I’ll have something planned for quite a bit so I hope that I’ll be able to properly satisfy you and as always your support means the world to me!

I hope you’ll enjoy my babe Jim, almost as pretty as the ocean (ok Jimmy you are prettier!).

WARNINGS: Sexual Innuendos, Teasing, Beach and Swimsuits.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

You turned around to send Jim an annoyed look as he smirked, all pleased with himself for his funny comment.

You had been swimming the entire day in the ocean, Jim taking a day off from surfing to properly make you appreciate the cold water, since you weren’t used to it.

And the vastity of it made you a bit uneasy although you tried your best not to show it.

But Jim had quickly caught onto your misery, promptly trying to help you through it in the best way he could think of, which were bold jokes and gentle touches that caused quite the commotion in your body, making you blush as you gently dragged your body away from Jim, who smirked at your small attempt to leave him behind and with two swift strokes of his arms he was in front of you, blocking you.

“Trying to get away from me, babe”.

“More like trying to get away from an idiot” you retorted, but let Jim’s arms envelop you as he softly huffed in fake annoyance at your sarcastic retort, making sure that he was properly holding you before dipping you completely in the water with him, with no absolute warning for you.

You immediately spluttered water as you remerged, terrified by that experience, although you had to admit that in Jim’s arms, you felt the safest.

Although he could be a bit of an idiot sometimes.

You slowly retreated from the ocean to the beach, more to actually tease back the ‘big bully’ that your boyfriend was, than because you had had enough of the water, sitting onto the towel you had laid out for you both.

Your skin looked even lovelier as Jim looked at it, being hit by the full sun of lunch time, making his stomach grumble not only at the thought of eating a snack, after an exhausting day of sun and ocean, but also of you.

Even more when you looked like that, your swimsuit provocatively showing off your body in a way that quieted any insecurity you owned and that small smirk on your face…

… it made Jim wonder what your mouth would look under other circumstances.

He exited the water quickly moving to join you, as you adjusted yourself onto your side, to look more properly at him, something wicked appearing under your sunglasses, in your eyes.

“… and since I got you this wet, why don’t we make sure that you dry properly?” he uttered, as he rubbed lovingly circles onto your waist, slowly dragging them lower till his fingers slipped in your bikini bottom, effectively teasing your wet curls, and making you purr lightly on his nearing mouth.

“… well then you better get home for that” you muttered pushing him lightly, but taking him by surprise enough to get him off the towel, which you swept off his feet, effectively sending him tumbling down in the sand “… if you want to get some, don’t even think about doing it on the beach… sand gets everywhere…”.

And like that you were sprinting off for Jim’s house, him on your tail, a bit taken aback by your wicked ways, but none the less aroused as he adjusted his growing bulge in his boxers.

You weren’t so shy once you were off the waters.

And he couldn’t wait to find other ways to make you wet.

[holylangdon]

last one bc i don’t want to annoy all of you but if you wanna see more of cody at the critics choice awards tonight i’ll be posting every pic i find on my instagram, @unholylangdon !!!

[emmyrosee]

Could I request Duncan x Michael x Jim x Reader with reader wearing a collar for them and it sending her hard into subspace?

***hey baby!!!! Yes you can most definitely can!! But this is a little disclaimer because I like to make my prompts as accurate as I can, I wasn’t sure what subspace you were referring to. If you meant submissive and small, or frightened or needy and sad, so I went with the frighted because that seems to be the tone I get whenever I write intense collar play. I’m more than happy to redo this if it is not what you were expecting. Thank you baby!!!😘

———-

It had been a good idea on paper. A thick, mint green leather collar that Duncan had engraved “daddy’s plaything” on a metal tag, and when they felt particularly brutal, you would wear it and be under the watchful eye of whomever she had disobeyed.

Then again, a lot of things sound better on paper.

Here you were, countless slaps to your ass and thighs swelling up against each one, Michael’s long, sharp nails occasionally digging into them. You had enjoyed it at first, dripping shamelessly down your thighs and getting chastised for it relentlessly.

But then, you felt Michael’s nails draw blood, and you shuddered in strange fear as he licked it up, all of the men seemingly okay with it.

“Uh, Michael can we-“ you’re cut off by a sharp tug from the collar, crashing into your throat painfully. He pulls you up to your knees, your wheezing breath falling on deaf ears.

“You know better than to call me that, kitten,” he growled, pushing you back down to all fours. You felt like you were on fire, yet the chills of fear shooting down your spine make you shake violently. Your head feel like it’s spinning, and you almost feel like you’re going to vomit. You look up at Jim with crazy, wild eyes, and finally, his evil smirk fades away.

“Michael, stop,” he says sternly, making Michael’s wrist stutter to a stop. Michael angrily looks down on him as Jim looks down at you, unbuckling the collar. “What the hell, Mason-“

“Kitty,” he says, making you sob. It barely makes a sound from your pained windpipe. Your hands fly to your throat from the pain, and yet there was no feeling of being safe. You suddenly shoot up to your knees, scrambling around for the collar as all three men watch in fear and confusion.

“No, daddy!” You wheeze. “Wanna be good for daddy! Let me be good!” You clip the collar back on and paw at Michael’s chest, moving on to Duncan when Michael doesn’t touch you. Your eyes are blazing with some kind of fire, but Duncan knows it’s just the overdrive your body has shifted into.

Duncan shushes you gently, reaching behind you carefully to unclip the collar. “You are good, baby. You’re so good for your daddies.” Your eyes dart around Duncan’s face, falling to the collar that lays next to you. Duncan gingerly cups your face, bringing it to meet his. “You’re so good. You’re such a good girl. If you want to be the best girl, you need to let Mikey and Jimmy patch your boo-boo’s, okay? Will you let them?”

Still far gone, you nod and gently lower yourself onto Duncan’s chest, letting him hug you close.

“You’re our good girl,” he praises, nodding at Jim to get the first aid kit. Your wide eyes travel to Michael, who’s own are down in shame. You reach for him, and Duncan passes you to him gently, letting you both fix what just happened silently.

[littledemondani]

40, 55 and 59 with Jim mason?!

jimmy 🥺

//

“jim..” you moan breathily, back arching off of the bed as his tongue expertly flicks at your clit. “oh fuck..”

“what? does that feel good?” he smirks, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking softly. 

“yes..mm, it feels so good.” you run your hands up your body to your breasts, lewdly tugging at your nipples.

jim gazed up at you, groaning at the sight of you playing with your nipples. he began lightly grinding against the bed, needing some relief from the ache in his cock.

he worked his mouth down your pussy, licking and kissing over your lips to your dripping entrance. he circled his tongue around your hole before pushing inside, swirling his tongue around your walls.

you bring one hand to jim’s hair, pulling him closer to your cunt. you swivel your hips against his face as you continue toying with your nipple, moaning loudly. “you like the way my pussy tastes, jimmy?”

jim pulls back and replaces his tongue with two fingers, pumping them at a steady pace. “mhmm, you taste like fucking candy.” 

“yeah? i bet you’re aching to fuck my tight little cunt, aren’t you?”

he removes his fingers and crawls up your body, gazing down at you with hungry eyes. “i do..but you want my cock just as badly, don’t you?” he asks, rubbing his cock over your drenched folds.

“yes…i wanna feel your big cock inside of me,” you whimper.

“tell me again.”

“i wanna feel your big co—fuck!” you gasp loudly as jim thrusts into you, gripping onto his biceps tightly as you adjust to the burning stretch.

//

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