Can you do a Jimmy Darling smutty imagine where Jimmy is sad about his hands being different and Y/N comforts him and seduces him and they have rough sex? Dom!Y/N and sub!Jimmy?? Thank you so much -anon; Jimmy Darling smut please with some fluff ;) maybe he is insecure and the reader shows him how much she loves him :) -anon; A fluffy smut Jimmy Darling imagine please :) -anon
Warnings: well it’s smut lmao so idk ???
Summary: Lately, your best friend Jimmy seems sad all the time, and when you find out the reason why, you try to cheer him up and you accidentally let him know how you really feel about him, and prove it to him when he doesn’t believe you.
Notes: GUYS IM HAVING SO MANY JIMMY FEELS RN SO EXPECT A HELLA LOT OF JIMMY IMAGINES SOON AKA TODAY // SEND IN REQUESTS OR PROMPTS (fluff or smut)!
p.s. i got a little carried away with this one
You and Jimmy had been best friends for as long as you could remember. His mother and your mother had been friends since before you were born, and when your parents got divorced and you and your mother fell on hard times, Ethel was there to help. “I knew that good for nothin’ fool wasn’t worth it,” Ethel had told your mom. She practically begged the two of you to come live at the Freakshow with them, and insisted that Elsa wouldn’t mind. So, you and your mother ended up getting your own caravan right next to Ethel and Jimmy’s, and since neither of you really qualified as “freaks,” you spent your time helping with things like the cooking, and setting up the show every night. So, over the past 10 or so years, you and Jimmy had beome very close, and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Lately, you had been so worried about him. He’d seemed really down in the dumps, and you couldn’t figure out why. After a few days of noticing that he wasn’t eating much and barely talking to you, you decided to try and cheer him up, and maybe find out what was bothering him. So you pulled out your mother’s favorite cookbook and began making some of his favorite foods: spaghetti and chocolate cake. You figured you’d invite him and his mother over for dinner like old times, and then when you got some time alone with him, maybe try and ask him what was wrong lately.
Before beginning to cook, you told your mother what you were planning, and asked her if she would ask the Darlings to come over around 6. So you pulled down a large pot and began cooking, seeing as it was already 5.
At 6:04, there was a hard knock at the door, and then Jimmy peeked his head around the corner. “Hey darlin’,” he grinned, before shutting the door behind him. He had a habit of calling you pet names like darlin’ or sweetheart, and you couldn’t say you minded. Far from it actually– you couldn’t remember a time when your stomch didn’t instantly turn into a swarm of butterflies when he called you something like that.
“Our mommas might be a while, they got caught up with Eve on the walk over.” he giggled a little, his dimples popping out.
“That’s alright, we can just hang out till they get here,” you smiled back, walking over to him. “I’ve missed you, Jimmy. We don’t spend as much time togther as we used to.”
He looked down at the floor, and although you could see a blush creeping onto his cheeks, you heard him mumble something along the lines of “Yeah, sure you have.”
You looked up at him, frowning, “What’s that supposed to mean? Of course I missed you, you’re my best friend.”
“Look, I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just that…I find it hard to believe that someone like you would actually care that much about a freak like me. You’re beautiful, and normal, and I’m not. I just can’t help feeling like you’ve only stuck around because my Ma’s friends with yours.”
Suddenly it hit you. “Oh, Jimmy,” you cooed, sitting down on the couch in front of him and holding his hands in your smaller ones, “That’s why you’ve been so distant lately? You think I don’t really care about you?”
He avoided your gaze and kept quiet. “Jimmy, I… I love you.”
“What?” He asked, his eyes suddenly flicking up from the ground and meeting yours. “What’d you say?”
You could feel your cheeks heating up rapidly, but now that it was out, you figured you had nothing else to lose, so you kept going. “I said I love you.” you repeated. “I’ve loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you, when we were 8 years old and I saw you eat a worm on a dare,” you smiled, and Jimmy let out a chuckle, remembering the first time you met. “I love you more than anything else Jimmy Darling, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. And I’m sorry if I mess up our entire friendship by saying all this, but it’s too late to stop now. I don’t just care about you, I love you. And I never want to hear you say otherwise ever again, aright?”
Jimmy stood frozen in front of you, his eyes wide and his mouth sightly agape. He wasn’t speaking but he hadn’t removed his hands from their spot between your palms, so you supposed that was a good sign. “Please say something before I throw up from embaressment.”
“I love you, God I love you Y/N.” He gushed, kneeling down in front of you, “I just never said anything beause I thought you wouldn’t feel the same.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner.” You admitted.
“W-would it be okay if I kissed you?” He asked, glancing own at your still interlocked hands. You nodded vigorously, before leaning into him and pressing your lips to his, and you swear you saw fireworks. And even though it was the first kiss you’d ever had with him, he kissed you like it would be the last.
“I love you so much,” you mumbled into his neck, “so God damn much, don’t ever forget that.” You rested your hand on his thigh, not even meant to be in a sexual way, but you head Jimmy’s breath catch in his throat, and he swallowed roughly. “Oh, you like that?” you teased, smiling as you rubbed your hand up his thigh a bit higher, until your fingers were only inches away from his crotch.
“Mhm… you can keep going, i-if you want,” he mumbled, biting his lip, before leaning down to kiss you again.
“Wait,” you pulled away slowly, panting, “if we’re gonna do this, we should probably go to your caravan, we don’t need our mothers walking in on me blowing you, now do we?”
Jimmy laughed, his dimples showing off again, “Oh, so you’ll be blowing me?”
You rolled your eyes, but could feel a flush creeping over your cheeks as the realization of what you had said hit you. “Shut up, just hand me that notepad and a pen so they don’t worry about where we went whenever they actually get here.”
He smirked, but did as you requested, so you scribbled out a note.
You then stuck it on the cabinet above the pot of spaghetti, and quickly followed Jimmy outside and next door to his caravan, which was next to his mother’s. Once he shut and locked the door behind you, you immediately pressed his back against the wall, threw your arms around his neck and crashed your mouth to his. Your fronts were pressed together tightly, and you could feel Jimmy getting hard as you continued kissing him. You reached down and popped the button of his pants open. “Is it okay if I…?” you trailed off, knowing that he’d know what you meant.
“Please,” Jimmy practically whimpered, and you pressed your lips to his again. Without breaking the kiss, you pushed his pants and boxers down, and began pumping him with your hand. Jimmy let out a groan into your mouth, and you pulled away from him, to kneel down and take his dick in you mouth. You placed your left hand on his hip, and your right hand on the base of his cock. “Ohhh, fuck Y/N, don’t stop.”
But soon after, you did stop, just before Jimmy came. You stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. Jimmy then kicked off his pants, as you leaned in, and whispered, “Go wait on the bed, baby.”
Jimmy smirked and planted a few kisses on your neck, and then did as you told him and laid back on the bed. You undressed yourself in front of him, and looked directly at him as you unclipped your bra and pulled down your panties. It was taking everything in Jimmy to not reach down and jerk himself off to the sight of you, but he knew that what was to come would be even better.
As soon as you were completely naked, you climbed onto the bed and sat straddled Jimmy’s lap. You grabbed his dick and rubbed the tip over your soaking wet slit, recieving a low, gutteral groan from the back of his throat. “Baby stop teasing.”
You slowly slid onto Jimmy’s length, and he threw his head back and sighed with relief. His hands gripped your thighs and you began building up a rhythm, as you leaned forward an gripped Jimmy’s shoulder’s. He sat up and took one of your nipples in his mouth, while he raked his hands down your back.
You let out a loud moan, and reached down to rub your clit. “You gonna cum soon baby?” you asked breathlessly. But before Jimmy could answer, you leaned down and started leaving hickeys and wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones.
A couple seconds later, Jimmy’s panting got louder, and a few quiet moanes escaped his lips, and you felt him cum inside of you. You continued moving on him until you felt your own orgasm taking over, and you practically screamed with pleasure. Once you had caught your breath, you pulled yourself off of Jimmy’s dick, and stood up.
“How are you up this fast? I’m exhausted and I didn’t even do any of the work,” Jimmy laughed, as he watched you get dressed with his hands behind his head.
You chuckled. “I am too, but we gotta go. Dinner, remember?”
Jimmy groaned, but stood up and began getting dressed as well. You stood in front of the small mirror by his bed as you ran your fingers through your hair, trying to smooth it out. Once Jimmy was fully dressed again, he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shouler, peppering kisses on your cheek. “You ready, doll? You look gorgeous.”
You smiled and turned your head to peck his lips. “Mhm.”
The two of you walked towards you & your mother’s caravan, with Jimmy’s arm draped around your shoulders. When you pulled the door open, you saw your mom and Ethel seated at the small table, talking and laughing,
“Hey ma,” Jimmy grinned.
“Hey you two,” Ethel replied, returning Jimmy’s smile.
“Did you have fun on your walk?” your mom asked, taking a sip from the mug she was holding.
Your shift working at the concierge desk was almost over. The man checking in was good looking and not to mention, very kind to you as well. Yes, you’re married to James, but it didn’t hurt to look, just as long as you kept it at that.
“And what’s your name, beautiful?” The man asked with a sweet smile while rubbing his chin.
You smiled back. But hey, you weren’t flirting, the man was just asking a simple question. There’s nothing wrong with that. “Y/N.” You turned around to hand him a key to his room, then continued, “Yours?”
“Matthew.” He replied, taking his key gently from your hand.
Suddenly, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure from upstairs by the railing, which caused you to look. To your surprise, it was your husband, James, just standing there wearing his striped suit and hat, leaning on his cane, staring at you.
You didn’t want him to get to you, so you quickly looked away and looked back at Matthew. “Well Matthew, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy your stay. Give us a ring if there’s anything that you need.”
“Of course. Well, don’t work too hard gorgeous.” Matthew grabbed his small suitcase from the floor, then made his way to the elevator.
You looked back to where James stood, only to see that his figure was gone. So you just rolled your eyes because you knew exactly what you were in for later. James always was the jealous type. You were used to it by now, so instead of stressing about it, you just went back to organizing your area and waited for Iris to arrive for her shift.
It wasn’t long until she arrived.
Iris arrived through the front door, you could hear the LA traffic before the door closed behind her. She looked very refreshed.
“Somebody looks like she’s in a good mood. Where did you go?” You asked curiously.
“Ramona & I just had a nice meal.” Iris replied, putting her hands on her belly as she made her way behind the concierge desk to take your place. You knew exactly what she meant by meal as in human blood.
To your disgust, you responded with sticking your tongue out and pointing a finger to it which made Iris giggle a little.
“Hey doll.” Out of the blue comes Liz. Standing across from the desk, she raises a brow and rests a hand on his, quickly tapping her fingernails on it one by one. “I have a message for you.” She emphasizes the word ‘you’ pretty well.
“What’s up, Liz?” You asked while twirling your fingers through your hair, looking confused.
“James said to meet you for dinner in 20 minutes. The usual room.”
“Great.” You said sarcastically. There’s nothing you’re dreading more than seeing James right now. You love your husband, you really do, but you just weren’t in the mood today for his nonsense. Dragging your feet, you grabbed your cell phone and keys, then slowly made your way to the elevator towards your bedroom.
The first thing you did upon entering your room was throw your phone and keys on the bed. You sighed, then went inside your closet, running your fingers through your clothes until you found an outfit to wear for tonight’s awkward dinner. Finally, you decided to throw on black leggings, a loose black top, a black blazer and black Christian Louboutin heels. You kept your hair down in loose curls and quickly touched up your makeup. Even though this dinner is the last thing you wanted to do today, you cared enough to at least look decent for James.
You hummed a tune to your favorite song while walking down the dim, silent halls until you reached the designated room. 1920′s Jazz music from the record player quietly leaked through the door. You knocked before opening the unlocked door to somewhat announce your arrival.
“And who might this be?” James asked, staying seated in his chair.
“It’s me.” You announced once you were in his view.
“Ah yes.” The way James said it sounded rather irritable.
Once you sat down in your seat across from James, that’s when Miss Evers comes to fill his glass. He was basically waiting for you arrive before starting on drinking, no matter how long he had to wait. While Miss Evers was pouring James’ glass, he was looking directly at you with a stern look on his face, moving his hand left and right for her to keep pouring, then quickly put his hand up for her to stop and leave him be.
He didn’t scare you though, so you just sat there, staring back at him with a straight look on your face.
For the first few minutes, you both just sat there in silence. Eventually, you got annoyed with the continuous stares without a word coming out of James’ mouth. You took a sip of your wine and held the glass in your hand. “Okay seriously James. Enough. What?”
James took in a deep breath before finally getting his word out to respond, “I imagine you are aware as to why I sent Liz to notify you about our small arrangement?”
“Yeah yeah yeah. And?” Finally, Miss Evers served your dinner which you were pretty excited about because you were starving, so you set the napkin cloth on your lap and started on your meal.
James, on the other hand, didn’t touch his food. I mean, he’s a ghost anyways so it doesn’t even matter. “You should feel lucky I spared that man’s life since business has been slow this past month.”
“Spared his life? What are you…What do you mean? He wasn’t even doing anything. He was just being friendly.” You lied. Matthew was flirting a little, but you didn’t want the truth to come out of your mouth, so you just continued to deny James’ assumption.
“I’m dead dear, not stupid.” James glared at you, then took another sip of his bourbon filled glass.
You’re not going to lie though, what James just said to you was by far the best comeback he’s ever had. A huge part of you wanted to burst out laughing, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, so you kept your little poker face on for now.
Since a word didn’t come out of your mouth, James continued, “May I remind you that you are mine. Do not let this happen again.”
“Okay, yeah. Fine. Whatever.” You didn’t agree with James, but you did so anyways or else this will go on forever. James will always be the overprotective and jealous husband. It was the Scorpio in him.
James felt some sort of relief, so he finally started on his dinner. “Now. If this shall happen again, see to it that I will torture a man and tie you to a chair to watch.”
“You’ve really outdone yourself.” If James just kept his mouth shut after you surrendered, everything would be just peachy. But he just HAD to add on. So instead of sitting there any longer, you got out of your seat, darting towards the door, with your arms straight down, with both hands in a fist.
“That’s enough!” James immediately followed after you, grabbing at your left wrist to face your body towards him, then grabbed at your shoulders and pushed you against a wall. Miss Evers was coming in through the back with a cart of dessert, but once she saw James in a rage, she hurriedly walked back out.
James put both of his hands on the wall, leveled with your ears, then punched the wall once with his right fist. “I’ve grown tired of your attitude, Y/N! I provide for you anything you need and more! And I ask for nothing but your love and undying loyalty!”
“Okay, James. I get it.” You whispered, sounding understanding. It surprised James a little because for almost this entire dinner, you stuck with nothing but a stubborn attitude. To a normal girlfriend, having their boyfriend freak out like that would’ve scared them. But you weren’t scared of James. Not one bit. But you could see it in his eyes that you hurt him. You may not be as jealous as he is, which will take more time to get used to, but that’s okay because you have all the time in the world to get used to it. And someday, you’ll even have all of eternity to.
- I’m still debating whether or not I want to write a part two with some nsfw (; I’ll let my readers decide!
Today in the Blue Parrot lounge it was pretty dead. You and your lovely boyfriend, James were having a drink together, sitting at a table near the bar that is overlooking the lobby.
Liz was tending the these two girls, a brunette and a blonde, at the bar. They looked like they were in their mid 20’s or so. You noticed that every few minutes they would glance at you and James, but you didn’t think anything of it.
After finishing the last of your drink, you decided it was your time to head back to the room the two of you share to start getting ready for dinner later. “I’ll see you soon for dinner, love.” You stood up and gave James a kiss on the cheek, then picked up your empty glass to hand to Liz, but James stopped you by lightly grabbing onto your wrist. “Not to worry, darling. I’ll have Liz tend to this.” James smirked at you.
You smiled with nod, then went on your merry way.
James signaled for Liz to take your empty glass, which she did willingly, then she made her way to any tables that needed a wipe down.
The two ladies at the bar weren’t being discreet whatsoever because they glanced at James with a smile which he obviously noticed. They were now brought to his attention as he’s smoking a cigarette. Being silent about the words they exchanged to each other was their downfall because James can hear everything they’re saying perfectly clear. He was also smart enough to know those were about you.
“He is way out of her league. Ew.” Said the blonde to the brunette friend.
“Yeah like what does he see in her? I bet you I could take him from her if I tried.”
Liz couldn’t help but overhear as well, so she looked over at James and notices that the grip on his glass of bourbon is getting tighter while his eyes are facing the lobby, trying to tune them out. If he was to put anymore force, the glass itself would shatter.
“I’ll be right back. Going to use the bathroom.” The blonde said to her brunette friend, then left to the restroom.
“Liz Taylor.” James called in his naturally loud voice, making Liz flinch from surprise.
Liz walked towards James with her nose in the air. Typical Liz Taylor attitude. “What can I do for you, Mr. March?”
“Would you be a darling and handle that vile creature for me?” James said in a low tone while scowling at the remaining girl at the bar. “Oh and please hurry.” He signaled with his head in the direction that the girl’s friend left to the restroom.
“Oooo I’d be happy to.” Liz gave an evil grin, then went behind the bar to grab a cloth and soak it in chloroform. Thankfully, the girl didn’t notice because she was too busy scrolling through her phone.
Successfully, Liz knocked the brunette out cold and left to take her to one of the vacant rooms on Floor 7, tying her up once she got there.
When the blonde came back from the bathroom, she looked puzzled as to where her friend went and called her cell phone. The cell phone rang in James’s pocket, which caused the girl to question his motives. “Um, w-why do you have my friend’s phone?” She stuttered from fear because at this point, she answered her own question in her head.
Her first instinct was to run, but James quickly stopped her and picked her up over his shoulder. “Help me! Somebody help me! He’s going to kill me!” She kicked and screamed, but the only people that could hear is Iris, standing behind the reception desk. Iris ignored the girl because it was obviously normal to her.
James, too, brought the blonde to the same room on Floor 7 that her brunette friend is held in.
Entering the room, Liz was there awaiting on James, with the brunette laying on the bed, her face red and forehead sweating from fear. Her wrists and ankles were also successfully tied together by Liz.
“Put the tramp over there, would you please?” James said to Liz, throwing the blonde to her, then pointed to a gap in the wall. The blonde knew exactly what James was planning because she saw the pile of bricks laying on the floor. He was planning on letting her rot inside of the walls, similar to how did with his ex wife’s lover, Valentino.
“No no no! Please don’t!” She cried, but James and Liz ignored. Liz brought her over to the gap in the wall, placing her hands over her to rest on the ceiling. “I’ll do anything! Please don’t do this!” She continued.
James took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack, then put on his apron and gloves that were hanging on the coat rack. Of course, James didn’t want to dirty his expensive clothes. What else is new.
James started humming to his favorite tune from being so content with everything happening right now. Liz ignored the girl’s cries, then left the room to go back and tend to her lovely bar.
The brunette’s mouth was already filled with a hand towel from Liz being annoyed from her cries. James took out a gun from his pocket and shot her in the head without hesitation.
He exhaled from the euphoric feeling. The blonde friend, still stuck in the gap in the wall, gasped seeing her friend get shot. “Oh my god! No no no no no!” She uncontrollably shook her head in disbelief.
James grabbed a brick, then started on building the wall himself. This calmed him and he felt a relief from finally getting his murder fix.
The girl continued to cry for a good 30 minutes and felt deep regrets for what her and her friend had said. She didn’t even know that James had heard either. “Wh-why are you doing this to us?”
“I suggest you and your dead friend should have kept your god awful opinions about my queen to yourselves.” James clenched his jaw, then let out a sigh to calm himself, which he succeeded in.
“I-I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We didn’t mean it, please. We were just stupid and drunk.” She hoped a miracle would happen and he would free her by apologizing, but never in a million years would it cross James’s mind to do so.
“I assure you it is too late for your false apologizes.” James said.
She realized that there’s nothing she could do to get out of this terrible mess, so she was hoping James would at least quickly her out of her misery. “Can you just kill me now. Shoot me. Please please, I don’t want to die like this.”
“To your misfortune, I would be denying your request. Now-”
She cut him off by screaming and crying even louder than before. “No! No! No!”
James was getting annoyed, so he walked over and stole the towel from the blonde’s dead friend’s mouth and put it in hers to shut her up. It’s amazing how James would go through such great lengths for you. Now he’s thinking if he should tell you or just spare you the trouble by not telling you?