#the tribes of palos verdas

[i-will-die-for-jim-mason]

Casual Friday, we promise! (Sub!Jim Mason x Fem!reader)

A/n Alright Y'all I'm gonna be real and tell you up front I wrote most of this when I was still fucked up my wisdom teeth meds, and have never really edited anything in my life so this is what is. Which is some filth. And Shout out to @langdonsoceaneyes for putting up with all my bitching while I wrote this.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Smut, oral, public play, butt plugs, cock rings, femdom, dirty talk.

“Babe, are we really doing this?" Jim asked eyeing the toy's you had set out on the bed, while he was in the shower.

"If you want to back out you know what to say." You smirked knowing for as much as he whined he was probably even more into this idea than you, which was saying a lot.

Jim didn't respond right away but you could practically hear him arguing with himself in his head.

You watched him from your spot on the edge of the bed. Letting your eyes roam over him, taking in how handsome he looked even just out of the shower, watching drops of water occasionally dripping off his still damp hair, running down his tanned chest all the down to the white towel loosely hanging on his hips. You couldn't help but want to run your hands over the soft skin.

After a few moments, Jim groaned, before huffing out "Fine."

"Good now that we're all in agreement, drop the towel, Mr. Mason." Jim rolled his eyes at you but did as you asked.

You motioned for him to come closer till he was almost standing between your legs, you reached out caressing the soft skin of his hip, listing to the soft hitch of his breath. With your other hand, you grabbed the cock ring next to you on the bed.

You slipped it on him, watching the way the muscles in his thighs twitched from you touching his still soft cock. Once you had it secured you looked up and saw Jim staring at the ceiling, knowing him he was probably biting his bottom, trying to not get too riled up knowing what was in store for him.

But where's the fun in that?

Leaning forward you press some light kisses to stomach, you can feel his eyes on you now, trying to figure out what your plan is.

Pulling back, you look up into his eyes before patting the space next to you on the bed. "Alright baby we still have another toy, so hands and knees on the bed."

"How romantic." Jim mocked, as he moved on to the bed.

To which you responded to with a hard slap on his ass, watching how his body jerked while he let out a groan from the surprise hit.

"Don't be a brat, I was planning to give you some prep for the next toy but I could just shove it in there dry if that's what you’d prefer?" You tease, running your hand over where you spanked him.

"I'll be good." Jim whines, shooting you a look over his shoulder, pink lips pouting at you.

"That's my sweet boy." You move to kneel behind him placing a kiss on the small of his back, before moving your attention and hands to what's right in front of you.

You squeeze two handfuls of his ass listing to the little breathy noises he makes, slightly pushing back into your touch. Letting go with one hand you bring it to your mouth wetting one of the digits.

Moving back to his ass you use your other hand to pull back one cheek, running your wet finger around his hole, barely pushing the tip of your finger in.

"You feel so fucking tight baby, with how long you took in the shower, I was half expecting to see you gaping."

"Y/N" Jim whined, pushing back trying to get you to go further.

"Hmm? Do you need something?" You hummed, grinning at the fact you already had him begging.

"Please!" Jim whined.

"Please? Please, what? You're gonna have to be more specific than that baby." You tease, still barely playing with his hole.

"Please...Please just put it in me already."

"Aw baby, you should know by now I don't do anything by halves, but since you asked so nicely maybe I'll at least give you a treat."

You move your hands so they're spreading his ass, leaning down you give a quick kiss to a cheek, before moving further down.

Running your tongue around his hole, the gasp that rips out of him is enough to spur you on.

Pushing your tongue into his tight little ass, Jim letting out more and more noises at every little movement of your tongue. Pushing back against you trying to get just a little more friction, just withering as you fuck your tongue into him.

You could have spent all night in between his legs, just listening to his reactions but tonight had other plans.

Pulling back you nip at his ass, while he whined at the loss.

“What do you still want more?” You teased running a hand along his back. To which Jim only replied with a shaky nod.

“Such a greedy little boy aren't you?” You asked, slapping his ass when he didn't respond.

Grabbing a fist full of his hair you pulled him back to make him look at you. Dazed blue eyes meeting yours.

Running two fingers along his bottom lip he quickly takes them into his mouth moaning around them.

“God look at you, you are so fucking spoiled.” You pump your fingers in and out of his mouth watching the way his plumb lips spread around them. “What do you say when someone gives you a treat?”

The thank you is muffled from around your fingers, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care as you watch him sloppily suck on them, his eyes closed, face red, already looking completely fucked out before the night even began.

Pulling them out of his mouth he lets out another whine, lips blindly chasing your fingers.

Lightly shushing him, you bring your now wet fingers back to his ass, pushing one into him. Watching how his face contorts letting out a moan.

Figuring you've teased him enough, for now, you easily add in the second finger, stretching him open listening to the wanton moans he was letting out. Pushing his hips back into you.

You continued stretching him out, he was finally ready.

You grabbed the plug and lube from their place on the bed. You can feel Jim's eyes watching you as you cover the plug in lube.

“We're almost at the fun part baby.” You grin, watching how Jim flushes at another reminder that his night is just beginning.

You slowly push the plug into him, letting him adjust.

“The stretch feel good?” Jim answers with a moan as you push the widest part into him, settling the plug into him.

“So fucking good.” He manages to get out when you have the plug fully in him.

“You doing okay?” You ask softly, running a comforting hand along his back.

“Y-yeah.” He panted out after a second.

“Well I'm gonna have you doing a lot better than that by the time I'm done with you tonight.” You say, grabbing the little black the remote that came with the plug.

Switching it to its lowest setting, you watched the shock run up Jims back, the strangled sounding moan he let out was enough to tell you he didn't think you were going to turn it on just yet.

“Well come on babe you can't lay there all night, we have reservations.”

The car ride to the restaurant was tense, well at least for Jim. You happened to have a great time, getting to watch Jim from the corner of your eye. Tensing every time he thought you might be reaching for the little remote, but you played somewhat nice for the ride only turning it on to the lower levels. Not high enough to make him cum, but high enough to make sure he felt it. And judging by the little moans he was trying to bite back the whole ride, you’re willing to bet that it was working.

When you arrived you took mercy on him turning down to a couple of notches so he wouldn’t be too obvious just walking into the restaurant.

That mercy lasted till the second you two sat at your table, turning it up a few notched you watched a full body shiver run up Jim's spine. His blue eyes staring at you his expression somewhere between pleading and pissed.

To which you just smirked, pretending to look over your menu, telling him to do the same. You casually played with the remote watching how tightly Jim would grip his menu when you turned it up.

“Y/n,” Jim whine quietly, “please I can't read with it that high.”

“Aww poor baby, I guess you should have thought of that before.” You turn it up a notch, watching how Jim bit his lip.

“Please, just turn it down a little?” He whispered, eye pleading.

“Fine but this is the only time.” You told him, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Good boy.” You turned it down, giving him a minute to collect himself, while you formulated a little plan.

Not soon after the waiter came, quickly taking your order before turning to jim. As soon as he opened his mouth to give his order you switched the remote up to one of its highest settings.

Jim's knee jerked up hitting the table, as he tried to hide the moan as a cough.

“Are you okay Jim?” You asked a look of fake concern on your face.

“I'm fine.” He said tensely once his “coughing fit” was over.

“Are you sure? You look a little flushed to me.”

“I'm fine.” He repeated, slightly glaring at you, before quickly giving the waiter his order.

“That wasn't fair.” Jim whispers, lightly pouting once the waiter left.

“I said I'd let you read the menu and I did.”

“We almost got caught.”

“Correction you almost got caught, I'm not the pervert with a vibe up my ass.” You corrected quietly, watching how he flushed even more.

“Bathroom.” Was all Jim said before leaving the table, doing a decent enough job of not looking too suspicious. Well for someone in his situation.

Waiting a few beats, you eventual got up making your way after him.

Slipping into the bathroom locking the door behind you, you saw Jim leaning against the sink counter. Looking even less composed than a few minutes ago at the table.

“You know if we're gone too long it'll be even more suspicious than that little “coughing fit” of yours.” You mused as you made your way towards him.

“Y/n.” Jim whined.

“What's wrong, are you not having fun anymore? Cause your cock says otherwise.” You tease, pressing your hand against the hard outline of his cock.

“Shit.” Jim curses, rocking his hips into your hand.

“Did I say you could to do that?” You asked, squeezing his cock.

“No, I'm sorry. Just please let me cum it's too much!” He begged, watering blue eyes staring at you.

“I bet it is too much for you, isn't it? If you didn't have that cock ring on you would've cum five times at least by now.” Jim just whimpered in response, hips jerking into you.

“But even if it's too much you gonna take it aren't you? Do you know why?” You palmed his cock slowly giving him more friction.

“Why?” Jim asked, biting his bottom lip.

“Because all that time that you were in here by yourself you could have slipped the ring off and gotten yourself off. But you didn't, because you didn't have permission did you?”

“N-no.” Jim managed to stutter out, eyes closing slightly as you picked up the pace.

“And you wouldn't do anything unless I told you to would you, and for that matter, you would do anything I told you wouldn't you?” You moved closer, all but whispering it into his ear.

“I could slip the ring off right now, turn off the plug, and tell you to rut against my hand until you cum in your pants, and you would fucking thank me wouldn't you?”

“Yes, yes I would please. Please just do anything.” Jim begged you could feel how tight his muscle were trying to keep from rocking into you without permission.

“You would do anything I say cause you want to be such a good boy don't you?” His hip bucked into your hand, at your words little whimpers leaving his mouth.

“Always” He managed to whine out.

“Is that what you want? For me to make you cum in your pants right now?”

“Yes please, y/n please let me.” He begged, eyes closed.

“Well good boys do get to cum.” You mussed, nipping lightly at his neck for a moment before pulling back.

“It's just too fucking bad you're not acting like one right now then.” You took a step back, taking your hand off his hard cock.

“What?” He opened his eyes watching you, a look of confusion on his face.

“A good boy wouldn't sneak off to the bathroom and beg for me to let him cum, he would have sat in his chair and not act like he's calling any of the shots around here.” You said sternly, taking in his fucked out appearance.

“So what's going to happen now is I'm going to go back to the table, and you're going to follow me in a few. And if I don't get to enjoy my food because you're being a spoiled needy slut, I'm going to wreck your ass so hard you're not gonna walk for a week.” You explained, moving closer to him again, feeling how he tensed at as you ran a hand over his chest.

You moved so your lips were right next to his ear you whispered: “But you would like that wouldn't you?”

You quickly left, smirking at the whine that left him at your words.

The rest of dinner was less eventful, it mainly consisted of watching Jim squirm in his seat while you ate, occasionally switching around the remote settings.

You could see that Jim was about to start begging right there when the waiter asked about dessert, but you could see Jim's visible relief when you said you had something sweeter at home.

Even on the car ride home, Jim was surprisingly quiet, your best guess was he was trying to be on his best behavior after the bathroom incident.

Even once you made it inside he was still quite, all though just from a quick glance at him you could tell that it was taking a hell of a lot of willpower.

“What's wrong baby boy? Afraid your gonna fuck up and say something that'll make me leave you like that all night?” You teased kicking off your shoes, before sitting down on the couch.

“Well lucky for you I'm not done having fun so come here.” You pointed to the spot on the floor in front of you, Jim quickly moved easily settling on to his knees.

“So what's it gonna be Jimmy are you going to be a good boy for me or a needy little slut?” You asked reaching a hand to run through his soft hair.

“A good boy.” He muttered leaning into your touch.

“Well, I remember that you said you were going to be good earlier today but look at what happened.” You pulled his head back by his hair to look at you. Jim let out a moan at the sensation

“I think you're going to need to prove it to me this time.” You grinned down at him.

“You were so eager to use your pretty little mouth to try and get to cum earlier, so why don't we try a different version of that?” You swore you could see Jim's eyes darken even more.

“Please, Y/n. Let me show you I can be a good boy.” He begged his voice low and pleading.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.”  You spread your legs, hiking your dress up and Jim wasted no time, leaning he pressed his lips to your thighs.

“No teasing baby.” You warned pulling his hair.

Moving forward he pressed his tongue against your still covered cunt, licking the wet material.

Before pulling back to look at you. “Please, may I taste   pussy?”

“Oh someone really wants to make sure they can cum huh?” You teased, smirking down at him.

“Please.” He whined pressing his face into your thigh, lightly nipping at it but you let it slide. Maybe this was why he acted so spoiled.

“Fine but you better hurry up.” You “relented” letting him pull your panties off of you.

He quickly moved back, liking a broad stripe, before moving to suck on your clit. You could feel Jim moan against you, tongue hungrily working you open.

Playing with him before you two left, watching him squirm in his chair at dinner, plus the whole bathroom incident had you soaking and now having Jim on his knees eating you out like his life depended on it was heaven.

You felt yourself close to your edge quickly, pressing Jim's head even closer to you he let out another moan, tongue working even faster.

“Fuck baby, that's it.” You were practically bucking against his face at this point, but the moans he was letting out only spurred you further.

Until finally it hit you, while Jim kept going eager to taste more of you while you rode out your high.  

You pulled him back by his hair, Jim let out a whine. Whether it was from the hair pulling or from taking him away from one of his favorite treats was anyone guess.

“Well, I guess you can be a good boy when you want to huh?” You mused, running your hand through his hair again.

“But I suppose you've had enough for one night haven't you baby? I think it's time for you to get your reward, now take off your clothes.” You instructed, almost laughing at how fast Jim managed to slip out of his clothes.

Once they were off he made his way back to between your legs, standing this time.

“God look at you, your cock is fucking soaked.” You ran a hand along the length smearing pre-cum.

“If I didn't know better I would have thought that you already came.” Jim moaned, slightly bucking into your touch.

“Well since you seemed so keen on fucking yourself against my palm early, I thought I would do you one better and let you ride my thigh.” You explained as you took his cock ring off.

“Please.” Jim moaned, already on the cusp.

“Come here, baby.” You patted your thigh, Jim quickly moved to straddle it.

“What are the rules?” Jim asked, trying not to grind himself against you already.

“No rules baby, all you have to worry about is making yourself cum, I'll take care of the rest.” You reassured, placing a hand on his hip, using the other one to turn gis plug up even higher.

With that Jim started, moving against you in a shaky rhythm, tucking his head into your neck. Letting out delicious noises.

“That's it, baby, make yourself feel good, you're being such a good boy for me.” You ran a hand down his back, all the way down to his ass.

You gave him a quick slap, making him rock into you even harder, before reaching to grab the base of his still vibrating plug.

You started pulling it out of him till just the tip remained before, pushing it back in.  You kept slowly fucking the plug in and out of him, while he rode your thigh

Soon you felt his rhythm get even jerkier you knew he was right on the edge, you started fucking him with the plug even faster. “Come on baby, be a good boy and cum for me.”

That seemed to push him over the edge, letting out a deep moan, you felt his hot cum on your thigh. He stayed like for a few moments while you turned off the plug tossing it to the other side of the couch before he pulled back looking at you.

“There's my sweet boy,” You cooed pushing his hair out of his face.

“Did I do good?” Jim asked quietly after a moment.

“You did so fucking good for me, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Couldn't find a better boy even if I wanted to.”

“Let's get you a shower and into bed sweetheart.” You suggested He just nodded in agreement too blissed out to even care.

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Dad!Jim Headcanons

Okay so when I started writing this it was supposed to be just some like all over Dad Jim headcanons but I ended up having a lot to say about Jim during his SO/readers pregnancy. So anyway more dad Jim content where I ramble about actual dad!Jim is probs coming soon. And thanks to @langdonsoceaneyes for throwing me back down this rabbit hole.

Okay so it's obvious that Jim would be the best dad to ever dad, but can we start off would how much he would want to be a dad?

I don't think he would even like recognize that he wants to be a dad at first, or that it's really an option. Since family is such a complicated subject with him.

Even after things had calmed, he got clean, his relationship with you was stable and just a lot of things he didn't think would happen, happen.

Like he would for sure see family's at the beach, or hear people at work talk about their kid's while he's just wishing he could have that.

Especially whenever his friends or whatever start having kids, and he gets to be around them and play with them, cause he is obvs just so fucking good with kids.

Side note but him seeing you playing with kids or holding a baby would be a one-hit K.O. for him.

Until one day it clicks in his mind that 'oh wait I could have that'.

He would bring it up to you right away already just so excited at the prospect before they could even respond.

But I mean who could say no to him. (Highkey is the only dude I would let put a baby in me, but that's beside the point.)

And once you agree it's fucking go time right away. Jim wants a baby in them as soon as possible.

He's already talking about plans for the nursery and what not barely a week in.

But God the second that he finds out your definitely pregnant you can't tell me he doesn't cry. He's just so happy, you would have to physically stop him from calling Medina right away.

Jim absolutely lives for all the baby prep, and he goes hard. Like the house is baby proofed before you're even showing.

He 100% read every baby book he could find, listens to podcasts, signs Y'all up for all those classes. He wants to be prepared.

He would barely let you do any real work on the nursery, obvs Y'all decorate it together but he insists on putting all the furniture together, and you would have to convince him to let you help paint.

And he 100% draws constellations on the walls cause Jim loves stars and the room is star themed and you can fight me on that.

Kinda in the same vein, but can you imagine going baby cloths shopping with him? Like he for sure has a small break down over the shoe's because they're just too fucking small. (And he for sure gets a matching pair of chucks and little jean jacket like his, even tho the baby will have to grow into it.)

Jim also would do his best to go to every doctor's appointment with you, if becasue of some reasons out of y'alls control he missed one he would be so fucking upset with himself.

And like not get into to sad Jim™ territory but even tho for the majority of the pregnancy he's basicly vibrating he's so happy and excited i think once it got closer to the due date he would start having worries about ending being like his mom, or even if he could just be a good dad.

Until you and Medina manage to talk some since into, and pointing out how much he had chnaged and how he had been for the whole pregnancy.

And that's as much angst as im willing to fuck with, so let's talk baby names for a sec.

If it was girl jim would 100% name them Medina. At least untill he told Medina, to which she would tell him is a dumb idea, it would be confusing and he souldnt do it. All while she was totally not crying, shut up.

He would so bust out a name book, he would have a whole notebook and everything.

He's just so excited.

He would also show off the sonogram to anyway that so much as makes eye contact with him.

He for sure has the latest one framed on his desk at work, and everyone fuxking knkws when he has a new one, causw the only thing that happens that day is him makeing sure thag everyine knows how healthy his kid(s) are and how much he loves you.

And speaking of loving you, it feels like a given but he treats you like royalty the whole time. Honestly he probs started acting like that before you where even pregnant, just on the off chance that you already were and didn't know it yet he didn't want anything to happen.

But once you are he would so anything with no complaint.

Late night cravings? He alreasy has his shoes on.

Mood swings? He gets it and is ready to do whatever.

Morning sicknesses? Right there with you hold your hair back.

Feeling inscure about everthing thats happing? He wouldn't stand for that beofes and he sure as hell wouldn't now when you carrying his child.

Whatever you need he ready to do.

Another big Jim would start crying right away moment would be the first time he felt the baby move.

He would just be in such awe. With it just sinking in just how real it is.

He would also for sure talk to your belly everynight, talking about how excited he was to meet them, and he already loves them so much.

When the due date finally came around he would insist on being by your side, not want to leave for a moment just incase.

But even for all his prep, he would be a mess once you went into labour, watching you go through that much pain just kills him.

But when he first gets to hold his baby i dont think he would know how to react.

He would just stare awe struck at their chubby little face, while tears are rolling down his face.

His first words to the baby would 100% be him introducing himself to them followed by him telling them how much he loves and promising he always will, telling them about all the things he cant wait to teach them and show them.

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Jim Mason hc #1

So it’s a known fact that Jim is a hipster, but how much of a hipster is he? Big enough of a hipster that this boy loves view masters.

That’s right one of these babies, but you might be thinking that collecting an old toy isn’t like crazy hipster, and you would be right. But during the extensive research, I did on this I found out that out two things. 1 they still make these, and 2 you can get custom reels made.

And none of y'all could possibly tell me that Jim motherfucking Mason doesn’t have a box filled with custom reels with pics of his SO and eventually kids. Like this boy loves it, he could fill a whole new box with just the ones of his kids before they’re even 5.

Jim + view masters is peak hipster and I will die on this hill.

@langdonsoceaneyes tagging you since you helped me pick what bullshit to put out first <3