#ezjim

[jimmyscanongf]

sorry if this is disgusting but i need to pin him down while he’s lying on his back on the bed and lean over him and attack his face with kisses all over while he smiles and laughs and feels so special amd loved

[jimmyscanongf]

he has come home to me

[jimmyscanongf]

has access to a tablet, uses it to draw sketchy pencil drawings anyways

[jimmyscanongf]

……free use jimmy. Jimmy who’s always got a half chub around you and when you ghost your hand over it he lets out a whimper (super embarassed about it and probably tries to play it off as a cough). Jimmy who who likes to bite and scratch and have mean rough sex but he’ll kiss you afterwards and tuck his face in your neck (it’s his way of showing affection and aftercare). Jimmy who gets limp dicked bc of meds so you grind against his meat until you both cum…Jimmy who steals your underwear and huffs it like a fucking drug while jacking the skin off his dick. JIMMY.

oxy youre killing me.

i always agonize over whether to answer in second person or first person but FUCK IT im selfship brained rn. but anyone can take these for themselves 👍

i cant imagine how down bad and in love and fully trusting jimmy’s gotta be to be FREE USE like what a vulnerable position to let himself be fucked whenever kyahahaha but he’s always half hard around me thinking it could happen at any time… i like the idea of him loving being my little whore 😊😊😊 let go of that control baby ill make you feel good….

ive never been really into the idea of being on the receiving end of rough sex until jimmy man fuck i want him to bite me and mark me and pin my wrists i think id let that man choke me. no i WOULD let him choke me. that man fucks HARD when he’s being mean, god… and to get his sweet kisses after, cuddles, his face in my neck almost like he’s thanking me…

imagining coming to his place and finding out where all my panties have gone what a perv i like the idea of him not only smelling them but cumming into them. taking them home and washing them fuck theyre still perfectly good panties and he would absolutely get off on seeing me wear them knowing he’d jerked off into them. and i also like the idea of tying him up and riding him and putting my underwear over his face fuck he’s gotta be busting so fast

basically i think he’s a switch even if he doesnt realize it yet, we’d have the best switch sex life ever. i think he’d be into electrostim, giving and receiving. it can feel good or it can hurt and he would love being in control of it. and love it more after knowing what both ends of the spectrum feel like when he lets me have the controls. like i think he’s the kind of person who absolutely loves being in power but i love the idea of jimmy who’s comfortable enough to make himself vulnerable and let someone have power over him as well.

i think a quite a bit of his fragile self worth is tied up in sex and masculinity so being unable to get it up hits really hard, even though the meds help he’s really fucking self conscious if he’s even worth it as a partner anymore so i think having someone who still wants him so bad they’re willing to grind on his soft dick until they both cum. yeah he knows he’s hit the jackpot. fuck he’s so in love.

[jimmyscanongf]

my god what could they be listening to

[jimmyscanongf]

quitter - an ezjim oneshot

Jimmy shakes as he leans over the bathroom sink, catching his breath, a glob of spittle drooling unceremoniously out from his parted mouth to land at the bottom of the white basin. He feels flushed as his higher brain functions return, muses to himself how base these fits make him feel, the boundary between human and animal eroded until he becomes nothing but one extended paroxysm of autonomous bodily function.

Ah, the herald of the coming winter, invited in by one teeny chest cold: a vigorous smoker's cough settling under his ribs and wrapping around his airways, getting all cozy. He breathes deep and with one grating, echoing hack, liberates his poor bronchi from the tyranny of that greenish-brownish-blackish glob of mucus that now slinks to disappear down the drain. Jimmy scrunches his nose in disgust, and runs the water to finish the deed.

Exhausted, he ambles back into the soft light of the bedroom where Ezra awaits him, so wrapped up that all they are is a pair of green eyes staring up at him through a little peephole in the thick comforter. He feels a little swell of excitement as he approaches - the cold months really aren't so bad when he has someone to keep his bed warm. He lifts the covers and crawls in to be eagerly accepted, relishes the way Ezra's soft body curls so tenderly around his, the way their head nestles on his chest as he tucks the blankets back in to seal them both away from the invading chill. He takes a deep breath in, testing how much his chest can expand under their embrace. Satisfied that he won't find himself starving for air, he exhales, wheezing the whole way through, and feels Ezra shift and sigh as their hand goes to rest on the pectoral opposite their ear.

Jimmy is intuitive enough to feel the disquiet buzzing beneath Ezra's skin, it's almost as if he can hear the words being rehearsed inside their head. He leans in, breathes in the smell of their hair.

"Something's on your mind," he states, speaking into the crown of their head, and prompting another deep sigh out from them.

A beat passes while Ezra gathers the words. "That sounded awful. I know what those fits are like," they say, voice laden with sympathy.

"Don't worry about me, darlin'. You know how it goes, I get sick and then it lingers for a couple weeks, but after that I'm all good," Jimmy reassures, though inwardly he can't deny just how good, how warm and wanted their worry makes him feel. Nonetheless, his reassurance is pale and thin, and earns only a drawn out silence, heavy with doubt.

"You know, Jim..." Ezra starts, and then pauses for an extended length, dredging up words and assembling them with as much delicacy as they can muster. "I know I'm the first one to beg you for a drag whenever you light a cigarette, but I've been thinking-"

The warmth chills, the worry worms it's way under his skin and lingers like an itch, and suddenly Jimmy doesn't quite want to be so wanted; he shifts uncomfortably in Ezra's embrace and interrupts with a swelling irritation he's only halfheartedly trying to contain: "Oh, so now you're gonna tell me you want me to quit, right?"

He feels Ezra freeze in his arms and shrink ever so slightly away, but they say nothing, leaving him to stew in his own shitty, swirling mixture of indignation and regret.

"...I just want you to be healthy. I don't wanna watch you suffer. And I want you to live a long time, because I want as much time with you as possible," they murmur, quiet, timid and guilt-ridden, and the wholehearted sincerity of the words pierces him right through the chest with shame.

Jimmy casts his eyes up to the ceiling. His brain was working itself into a lather, readying him to blow up in anger at the impudence of the suggestion, but the wind is gone from those sails, and in its place is a reluctant remorse. Being asked to give up cigarettes feels like being asked to give up his own right hand, or something. It's the kind of request that leaves him with such heavy questions as: "how the fuck do you think I'm supposed to function at all without it?!" Yet Jimmy can't deny, he feels bad for being so quick to snap at Ezra, when they expressed such a tender concern. And love.

For him.

He takes a deep breath, tight and a little sharp around the edges, and rattles all the way through the exhale. Then shifts, that he and Ezra are face to face in the bed; they meet his eyes with hesitation, guarded. He presses his lips into a line, stares into their eyes hoping the remorse shows itself in its fullest. He lifts his hand and strokes the side of their face, tender affection over plush freckled cheek, moves to tuck a lock of dyed-black hair behind their ear. Jimmy watches them relax, their closed expression opening into this moment of mutual softening. Then, he draws them in close, hugging them tight as he presses a kiss to their hair and lingers there, lips and nose buried in their smell.

He says nothing. Apologies come up thorny, shredding him ragged on the inside as they make their way out, and he can't make any promises he doesn't want to keep. But there's no excising the request from his mind anymore; it's there, and it's taken root, and it will make its presence known again with every warm fuzzy feeling he shares, every reminder of the depth of the love he is held in, and it will demand a decision, eventually, even if Ezra never does.

[jimmyscanongf]

dw anon this is literally us LMFAOAO

full link to this stupid doodle here

[jimmyscanongf]

okay fine. selfship doodle to heal the soul ig.