Im just having thots about Jim and his subby tendencies, he would do whatever you ask him to when he's horny (not that he would submit completely, because he's kinda bratty and talking back) but i just think that he would look at you with those blue puppy eyes and i just just **** ********, i love him (and i kinda wanna spit in his mouth u.u)
its 3am i remembered that i never answered this despite thinking abt it for like two days 💀
listen,,, at one point i almost exclusively wrote abt the boys as subs and like,,, you can take the girl out of writing abt sub boys but you cant take the sub boys out of the girl… aka i am always still thinking abt their subby tendencies
not to disagree with you but also kinda sorta. because when i think of a bratty back talker i 1000% think abt michael. jim on the other hand? a shy angel baby when he’s in that headspace and i will take no criticism (kidding) ((kinda))
no bc he could look at me and it would be game over. somehow he’d still have power over me despite him being the submissive one?? make it make sense
I’m soft thinking about laying in a field of flowers with sub!michael and sub!jim just holding them and giving them soft kisses 🥺🥺
my babies 🥺🥺
they’d pick a bunch of little flowers and stick them in each others hair and try to find the prettiest ones to give to you.
“i like the yellow ones because they make your eyes look pretty” or “i know this is your favorite color so i got as many as i could”
jim being the nature boy that he is would be so in his element and so content with just laying there all day. he’d love watching the sky and trying to find pictures in the clouds which he’d point out to the both of you, making michael giggle.
sharing relaxed, gentle little kisses with each of them, running your fingers through their hair (careful not to mess up any of the flowers tucked behind their ears) 🥺🥺
Ok but does Michael ever get jealous of Jim and Daddy Duncan’s sweet and soft relationship because he’s the brat?
“because he’s the brat” TRUE lmaoo
i wouldn’t say jealous. maybe a little desperate when he wants the attention that jim is getting, but never jealous. him and duncan have such a different dynamic than jim and duncan do. michael thrives off being a handful and testing and challenging duncan. jim simply wants to be in duncan’s presence and be taken care of. he recognizes the differences of what they both need.
some days michael might want to spend time with just duncan, wanting to be the one who is taken care of or given undivided attention to. he’d probably act out until duncan noticed him which would really just result in duncan sitting him down and telling him that he just has to use his words if he wants to let daddy know how he feels 🥺
Touch starved/sub! Jimmy is everything in this world and beyond, so much cuddles, little touches and kisses that makes him feel so damn loved 🤧
sweet!!!!! boy!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺
he would be such a touchy, clingy baby. always wanting his hands on you and you hands on him, whether youre playing with his hair or he’s tracing his fingers up and down your side while his head is on your chest or holding your hand while he falls asleep. he’d be so gentle and always wanting physical affection in any way that he can get it.
okay but baby Jim grinding against you, practically begging for you to touch him as you make out 🌚
“Shh,” you cooed softly between kisses, running your hand down his torso beneath the loose t-shirt he was wearing. You could feel his abdomen tense up and his chest swell with a deep, shaky breath.
“Keep going,” he whined against your lips when you stopped moving your hand even further, making him squirm beneath you.
Instead, you kept kissing him and felt as he desperately shifted around but resisted the urge to grab your hand and lead it between his legs where he was aching for your touch.
“Last time I checked,” you started, cutting yourself off with an eager but brief kiss. “That’s not how good boys ask nicely.”
His hips rutted at your words, grinding against your thigh that was slotted between his legs as he let out a whimper, his cheeks coated in a warm pink blush. You pulled away from the kiss when you felt him do that, shaking your head when he tried to chase your lips with his own.
“No,” you said firmly, pressing a finger to his lips to stop him and quiet whatever protest he was going to say. “You have to ask to do that.”
You watched as he took your finger into his mouth, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist so that you wouldn’t pull away. His eyes were big and desperate, the pretty blue color heightened by how glossy they were from his desperation. He swirled his tongue around your finger before slowly pulling it from his mouth, eyes on you the whole time.
“Please,” he said softly, squirming eagerly underneath you. “Just wanna be touched.” He pouted, his lips plump and dark from the kisses you had been sharing.
You nodded in approval, finally slipping your hand between his legs and giving his desperate cock a squeeze through his underwear. His mouth fell open with a soft moan, eyes fluttering.
“Now that wasn’t too bad, was it?” you asked, tilting your head at him as he shook his head, lifting his hips up into your touch. “I knew you were my good little boy.”
Ok but daddy Duncan getting angry at Jim is such a hot thing to think about
it kinda makes my heart hurt though because i imagine jim being such a daddys boy and always being so so sweet so i cant imagine many circumstances that would make duncan get mad at him 🥺 he’s just a lil angel pls
Summary: Jim and reader enjoy a hot summer day at the beach, where things get even more heated 😉
A/N: THIS TOOK ME FOREVER AND IT’S STILL SO BAD!! 😭🙈 I’m still practicing how to write smutty scenes, so please bare with me. Sorry if it sucks!! Pun not intended 😅
(English is not my first language)
Pairing: Jim Mason x female!reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (male receiving), public sex, sub(ish)!Jim
The sun was burning down on you, as you sat comfortably on your beach towel in the sand. A heat wave was hitting Palos Verdes hard recently, so your boyfriend Jim insisted on spending the afternoon by the ocean, hoping the gentle breeze and the water could help you guys cool down a bit. As if he needed an excuse to go the beach. He spent literally every day here, riding the waves with you observing him most of the times. Just like now.
After almost an hour he decided he had enough for today and began paddling back to the shore. He walked up to where you sat, far away from everyone else, since you didn’t like the hustle of too many people. While Jim was in the water, you got yourself a popsicle, a small attempt to beat the heat, that you were pleasurably sucking on. Jim sat his board in the sand and started to peel his wetsuit off. While doing so he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead, the water from his dripping, brown hair dripping on your nose, making you scrunch it up a bit.
“Hey babe, you good?” You pulled the popsicle from between your lips, spreading its juice in the process, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jim, to answer him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Did you have fun out there?”
He laughed slightly. “Of course. You should really join me some time.” Jim tried to get you to learn surfing since you got together, but you always refused since you were scared of it.
“No better not. You know how I feel about salt water in my eyes, nose, mouth or lungs.”
You focused back on the popsicle in your hand, that already started to melt. You suckled at the tip at first, lips turning cherry red, before licking up the sides of it. Jim, who sat close to you now, watched you, completely mesmerized by how you licked and sucked on the icy treat. He tried not thinking about how your lips and tongue could work its magic elsewhere, but when you sucked the whole popsicle in your mouth he lost it.
A low “Fuck” next to you captured your attention back to your boyfriend. You looked at him, completely unaware of what your actually innocent act did to him.
“Are you ok, Jimmy?”
He cleared his throat before answering, “Peachy.”
You just shrugged your shoulders at his weird behavior and devoured the last bit of your water ice, letting the remains melt in your mouth. A large drop trickled from the stick onto your cleavage, slowly sliding down the valley of your breasts. Jim took his chance and leaned in before you could wipe it of to let his tongue catch it. He gradually moved the tip of it upwards to your neck, starting to leave feather light kisses on your heated skin. You couldn’t hold back a faint moan, when his soft tongue and lips caressed your sweet spot, your hand gripping his hair. By now you were laying on the towel, Jim hovering over you. When he pressed his lower body into yours, you felt his erection press against you, making you gasp slightly.
“Where is all this coming from suddenly?” you giggled.
“Let’s just say watching you work your pretty mouth and tongue on that popsicle had my imagination run wild.”
He looked down at you, eyes clouded with lust and a mischievous grin on his plump lips. You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. You’d never thought such an ordinary act like eating a popsicle would’ve such an effect on him.
“Is that so? And now you want my mouth and tongue to work on something else, don’t you?”, you whispered, your lips barely brushing Jim’s.
He nodded his head eagerly. You closed the small gap between you, kissing him passionately. His hands wandered down the sides of your body, stroking the soft, hot skin. You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, tugging slightly, which caused him to let out a low groan. You retrieved your lips from his to push him down on his back. Sitting on your knees, you checked your surroundings to make sure that really no one could see you before you settled on his lap. Thankfully you were shielded from curious eyes by a formation of rocks. You leaned down to the gorgeous boy beneath you, who was fidgeting to pull the swim shorts he’d worn under his wetsuit down. You gripped his wrist to stop him.
“Nah uh, not so fast pretty boy.” You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear, husky voice whispering: “There is no need to hurry, I want to take my time to enjoy this treat.”
His breath hitched at your words. Your lips ghosted over his neck, a light kiss here, the slightest lick with the tip of your tongue there, driving him completely crazy.
“Y/N”, he whined, desperate for more, making you chuckle at his neediness. You decided to have mercy with him. Making your way down his lightly tanned body, you left some kisses on his chest, stomach and paid special attention to the subtle contour of his v-line. Delicate fingers working his trunks down. Jim let out a sigh of relief, after you finally freed him from his constriction. You let your index finger glide over the now hard flesh of his length teasingly, from the base to the flushed tip. His hips bucked at the slight contact.
“So sensitive,” you whispered, loving how his body was so responsive to the lightest touch. You slid down his body a bit more, kneeling between his spread legs in the burning sand, your eyes never leaving his face. And my god did he looked beautiful like this. Cheeks adorned with a slight blush, lips parted, erratic breath, ocean eyes heavy with lust.
Your right hand had taken hold of his base before you started working on his length just like you did on the popsicle earlier. First suckling on the tip, which elicited a deep moan from Jim, his eyes closing in bliss. You swirled your tongue around the head before letting it glide up and down the sides of his member.
"Fuck," he panted, "Feels so good."
You wrapped your lips back around the tip and started taking him deeper. While you bopped your head up and down his length in a steady rhythm, your tongue caressed his flesh, teeth carefully grazing his skin from time to time.
Sounds of pleasure poured from Jim's lips and as much as you cherished the noises he made, you didn't wanted them to draw attention towards you both.
"As much as I love the beautiful sounds, you make baby, you have to keep them down a bit. You don't want to get us caught or?" He shook his head no.
"Then remain a bit more quite. Can you do that for me?" A timid nod was the answer.
"Good boy."
You left a few tender kisses on his throbbing member before placing it past your lips again. This time you took him all the way in, the tip hitting your throat, making you gag slightly. Jim clearly had trouble holding back a moan, biting his lip hard. After some more firm sucks, you felt him twitch inside your mouth. Jim’s hips bucked up, body trembling as he approached his high. His head was thrown back, eyes closed in pure bliss as he came. Soft whines and whimpers escaping him.
You came back up from your place between his legs to lay beside him. Jim pulled his shorts back up and rolled onto his side, wrapping his arm lazily around your waist, bringing you closer. Your foreheads pressed together, lips almost touching. You let your tongue slid over his bruised bottom lip to ease the sting from where he bit them. He entangled you into a loving kiss, humming in satisfaction.
“Thank you.” he mumbled in his sweet, innocent voice. You brushed the sweaty locks that stuck to his flushed face.
"You’re welcome, love. But it looks like you need a cooling now."
"But no popsicles!" he joked, making you both erupt in laughter.
