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dating jermajesty jackson hcs ! ﾒ૦ﾒ૦ 🖤

🖤 — suggestive themes & a bit of fluff

authors note: enjoy this mr majesty fic girls

— dating jermajesty would be a world wind, wild with teasing and dates galore. but his favorite thing to do to you is prank you whenever he could.

like once he got you back for pouring water on his face by putting whip-cream in your hand and watching you smack your face, smearing it all over yourself.

you cussed his ass out that day.

— getting ready for dates entails him bending you over in the shower, your breasts pressed against the cold tiled walls and his hips thrusting furiously, his cock moving in and out of your warm cunt.

“yeah, take that shi ma, take it.”

“fuckkk, you’re takin me so well baby.”

— and dont get me starteddd on the jealousy. this man would not play when it comes to you, pulling you close to him and peppering kisses on your face while you talk to whoever is tryna take away your attention.

“that nigga has to go.”

“jer!”

— honestly.. i think he would fuck with choking. not like hard and life threatening but when you’re misbehaving or not looking at him, he grabs your throat to keep you in line.

“Nah, look at me. stop playin.”

“what did i tell you about being all bratty?”

then obviously, for proper mood adjustment; he puts you through the mattress.

[tadasnow]

Bf! Jermajesty x reader: (family vacation)

Warnings: .ᐟ Includes sexual themes (18+)

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Bf!Jermajesty who is a pain in the ass to wake up in the mornings. It’s already 11 am and you’re running around stressing. Jermajesty lays half naked, half conscious in bed. It doesn’t help that his family is downstairs waiting either.

“Jermajesty!” You call for the fifth time. “Will you please get up.”

He’s babbling nonsense when you come to the conclusion that this sweet shit wasn’t going to work with him. The next five minutes, you spend dragging him out of bed and around the room.

“Chill, I’m right behind you.” He grunts when you snap your head back to make sure he’s following you downstairs.

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Bf!Jermajesty who can’t keep his hands to himself to save his life. One thing about Jermajesty was that he lacked the filter you so wished he’d at least pretend to have. The two of you would be at the beach with his family and his hands would not leave the curve of your ass. No matter how many times you pried it off, quietly cussing him out, it would inevitably end up there again. Not that his family really paid the two of you much attention, it had been a long time since Jermajesty’s actions had stopped shocking them. Now, you laid on the sunbed with shades covering your eyes, when you felt his hands slide under your bikini and start kneading the soft flesh of your ass.

“You need to stop before your mama starts cussing us both out.”

“I can’t. You’re just laying there looking sexy.” He says scooting closer to you on the sun bed.

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes and turn around, not even bothering anymore. Jermajesty laughs, hand still not moving anywhere.

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Bf! Jermajesty who can’t wait until he gets home to be inside you again. You’re laying on the bed half asleep, having waited on Jermajesty to get out the shower when he finally comes to bed. He lays down on your body, careful not to crush you under his weight. You adjust your arms so they’re around him and stroking lightly against his scalp.

Jermajesty shudders against your throat as he kisses and bites at your skin. “You tired, baby?”

The way he says it lets you know exactly what he’s hinting at, and you can’t help but get excited. “No, i want you.”

That’s all you have to say before he’s nudging his tip at your entrance.

He moves with the ease of someone who’s studied your body inside out and you can’t help but slowly move against him in return. He’s not going easy on you, your legs are bent against your chest, and he’s so deliciously hitting that spot in you. The fact that his family are all sleeping down the hall slips your mind entirely.

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Bf!Jermajesty who complains about having to take your pictures, but would rather die than let anyone else do it for you.

“Baby how many do you need?” Jermajesty questions after you tell him to take it again. You’re sitting in the luxurious hotel lobby, dolled up and ready for dinner. He stands there throwing a tantrum. “They all look the same!”

You huff. He’d taken 10 pictures max. “Fine if you don’t wanna do it, someone else can.” You snatch the phone out his hand and turn to a hotel employee that just happened to walk by. “Hi, could you please take a picture of me.”

The employee doesn’t even have time to answer before Jermajesty cuts in, shaking his head. “It’s fine, I’ll do it.”

You give him the phone back. “I better not hear complaining this time.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t say anything, but keeps on snapping pictures of you.

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Bf!Jermajesty who can’t stop staring at you during the whole vacation. You’re sat at another table, bouncing one of his little cousins on your lap. The smile one your face is big as the two of you talk animatedly, hardly paying attention to anyone else at the restaurant. I mean the last time you’d even spoken two words to Jermajesty had been 30 whole minutes ago, before the little girl whisked you away.

His eyes followed your every move and every time your eyes lit up at something the little girl said, Jermajesty smiled.

“Bro, she not going no where.” Jaafar says from the chair besides him. “You can look away for two seconds, you know.”

“She’s good with kids.” Jermajesty said absently. “Like really good. Right?”

Jaafar looks over for a second before nodding. “Yeah, sure.” He doesn’t think much of it till Jermajesty remains quiet. Jaafar looks over and one look at his brother makes him shake his head. “Yeah absolutely not, man.”

A knowing smile pulls at Jermajesty’s lips. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face said enough.” His older brother countered.

It was only a matter of time before Jermajesty physically couldn’t stay away from you any longer. He begged his aunt to get her daughter knowing there was no way you’d leave her. He watched in satisfaction as his baby cousin was carried away from you crying and screaming. You looked around in confusion from your seat.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧

PART 4. PART 3. PART 2. PART 1.

🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ summary : Michael finally confesses feelings to reader, do they get together ??

🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ contains : fluffff like lots of it, time jump, kissing! Mentions of Diana ass…. Idk this chapter is so cute I’m gonna cry, mentions of sch**l… brattyish reader, (I ended up making her 17 in highschool!) black!coded reader, once again.

🧶 𐙚⋆.˚ a/n : I dunno the timelines for when he got all his pets, so let’s pretend in this timeline he has ALL of them already! “Think Happy” reference in there too js look hard..!

JUNE 6TH, 1974

(AT EXACTLY) ~12:00 P.M~

Your front door rang in the midst of you getting ready, of course Michael was here at 12:00 on the clock, so stupid and precise… you were also surprised he knocked on the front door, instead of your window. “Mommy! Can you get the door!” You yelled from your room, applying the rest on your body spray, before sliding on your socks.

Heels clicked from the kitchen, to the front door, smooth rnb running through the house from the random record she popped in while pre-preparing dinner. Your mother stopped at the front door, peeking through the peephole. She saw Michael standing there, picking at his fingers, with Jermaine on the side of him, a hand resting on the side of Michael’s shoulder.

The door swung open, the frame of your mother placed in between the ridge of the door. “…See, she’s here, you can go now.” Michael mumbled, looking down at his feet, but obviously talking to Jermaine. Jermaine chuckled, his gaze still on your mother.

“I didn’t know y/n had another big sister?” He chuckled, to which your mother blushed, waving a hand around. “Oh, stop it.. i’m her mother.”

“Whattt? I would’ve never guessed.”

“Is y/n here?!” Michael interfered, trying desperately to peer inside the house.

surprisingly, you stumbled down the stairs, sliding on your saddle shoes. You saw Michael’s big eyes peeking through your moms shoulder and couldn’t help but smile a little, though you quickly remembered what he was here for.

You tapped your mom shoulders, which automatically made her scoot out the way, as your eyes met with Michael’s, kinda… you had to crane your head up just a tad bit.

“…what.” You scoffed going to cross your arms.

You guess your sister heard you close your room door or something, because she came scrambling down, dressed up as well.

“I—I…” Michael started, picking at the skin of his fingers, it was a really bad habit he had, that you guys both made an attempt to fix for him, so you gently reached your hand out, going to lightly pull his fingers away, like you would usually do. “Don’t make me have to hold your hand.” You mumbled, hands going back in your own pocket.

“right… right.. uhm, do you… do you want to go visit my animals today?”

“why is Jermaine here..?” You interrupted, scrunching your face up at Jermaine, peeking behind Michael to get a better look at him.

“I—I-“ Michael started, before your sister Marlie pushed pass the two of you.

“Remember what I told you, Mikey!” She chuckled, before going to Jermaine, and wrapping her arm around his, her other hand resting against his forearm, as they walked off too her car.

Your eyes widened at this, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment, as Michael quickly craned his head to look behind him, a scoff leaving his lips.

“…let’s just… you wanna just go..?” He mumbled, holding his hand out, you hesitated, but obliged anyways, furious and all.

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You guys arrived on his property, the first thing catching your eye was his pet giraffe, you smiled a little, before you quickly remembered who you were here with..

”…why am I here, Michael?” You groaned, quickly tugging his hand from your hold, turning your head to face him now.

“…just wanna show the animals!” He chuckled nervously, leading you to his flower-house.. it was beautiful, probably one of your favorite rooms on the entire property.

“…Then why are we going to the flower-house?” You groaned, dragging your feet across the pavement. Michael stayed silent, as he continued walking the path, now going to open the door. “You know what I want?! I want a apolo-“ You quickly ate your own words, as he opened the flower-house door, as you peered in. There it was, a basket of all your favorite things, and it wasn’t a small basket, it was a huge one… paired with a bouquet of flowers, your favorite ones, too be specific. And a poster, one that said “I’m so so so sorry” in colorful, bold letters (that look like a kindergartener wrote them..)

“..Marlie said to not get you a poster.. because it might be corny, but.. but I just didn’t know how you would understand what I’m trying to communicate without a poster..” He mumbled, walking to the basket, tossing the flowers in there as well, and picking it up, with slight struggle. He walked towards you, a nervous glare on his face as he looked towards the ground.

“…I just… im just so sorry.. you had every right to be mad at me, I was—.. I was being overbearing, and controlling.. and— and I know those are your biggest pet peeves.” He chuckled nervously, which earned a small laugh out of you as well. “…And.. and I guess I was just… I was really jealous, I kinda just.. I kinda just want you all too myself, and I realized that.. that isn’t really uhm… isn’t really practical, you’re gonna talk to other males besides me, and that’s okay.. just… I just—“

Michael quickly got cut off, as you brought him into a tight embrace, a soft “oof” leaving his lips as he softly let go of the basket, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry for.. I’m sorry for cursing at you, and not saying bye.. and leaving from your bedroom window and stepping on your curtains.”

“You left that shoe print?”

“-I said sorry..”

You whispered, your face pulling away now, getting a good look at him, arms untangling themselves from across his neck. “I… I also brought someone for you..” Michael smiled, reaching for the door of the flower-house. “Close your eyes!” He giggled, closing the door behind him..

Your hands went to cover your eyes, the door slightly creaking as it opened again, a quiet “shhh..” left his lips, as you heard feet walk in front of you. “…okay.. okay, (your nickname), open your eyes.” He smiled, holding his pet llama in front of you, a bold smile on his face.

Your eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the vibrant light of the flower-house once again. Then, your eyes landed on the furry llama infront of your eyes, a large smile grew on your lips, as you walked closer, your hands going to ruffle some of the fur.

“Aweeeee!” You smiled, a toothy grin plastered on your face, before you looked towards Michael again, pulling him in another tight hug. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Michael smiled a little, his hands placed politely on your waist, holding you a small distance, to be a gentleman, of course. “Yeah.. it’s no big deal… I just.. I didn’t want you to be mad at me..”

“ ‘m not mad at you, anymore.. so you can forget that..” you mumble, smiling, before quickly focusing back on the llama.

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It’s been about 10 minutes since you’ve been playing with this llama, and a smile hasn’t left your face not once. The quiet ring of the music playing over the speakers slightly filled in the slight slot of quiet-awkwardness, or maybe it just fulfilled it even more, it was hard for Michael to tell, when his only focus was on you.

He had to tell you sometime soon, that was the plan, that’s how this was gonna go, but what if you rejected him? You said no, walked off with the gift basket, and you two never spoke again.. he almost teared up even thinking about it. His thinking was suddenly cut off when—

“…do’you think it likes me..?” You mumbled your hands slowly faltering to your head, scratching it a bit, as the other one went to rest on your hip.

smooth, cheesy catch line… here it goes,

“..I mean, yeah,, if I were a llama, I would like you.. not that I don’t already like you—“

”awee, i like you too, Michael. You’re my bestfrie—“

“No, not like that.. I uhm..”

Holy shit, it’s happening.

“I think— wait, no.. I don’t think, I know. I have like this really big crush on you and— and I think that’s why I was jealous when you and Jermaine— wait no I don’t think, I know I was jealous when you and Jermaine were talking and stuff and the kissing stuff, I really enjoyed the kissing stuff, and I like when we hug, and we hold hands and—“ he cut himself off, covering himself with his hands. You let out this soft, sweet chuckle, letting out a soft “..hm? What?” Michael was almost 100% sure you heard what he just said right now, so when he peeked up to try and repeat yourself, he was a tad bit confused when your ear was inches away from the llama, like it was speaking too you. “…you.. you want me to tell him? Okay.. okay, I will.” She smiled, pulling away from the llama a bit. “…I uhm, the llama wants to let you know that uhm.. that I like you too… like, really.. really like you.” You smiled back, your hands behind your back, rocking on your heels.

A grin quite literally exploded on his face, as he tipped over to the llama as well, pressing his ear close to the llama as well, mimicking you. “Hm…what? What was that? I should.. I should ask her to be my girlfriend?” He grinned, which that earned a soft chuckle out of your lips, your arms crossing together. “…mmh, okay..” he smiled, pulling back. “…The llama wanted to me to ask if… you wanted to be my girlfriend?” He mumbled, his face waiting for the most harsh rejection of his life.

You leaned over to the llama, putting your ear to its mouth, your smile slowly faltering, “…The llama.. the llama says no..” you frowned, and Michael swore he could’ve fell into a deep hole and get swallowed into the ground.

…

“But…”

She restarted again, her smile surfacing back on her face.

“but I… I say yes, 10000x yes!” You giggled, your arms going to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him into a sweet hug.

“Oh lord… you can’t just do that!” Michael giggled his hands reciprocating the hug, slightly rocking you from side to side.

“I know, I know… but it was sooo cute seeing you look like you were about to throw up.” You smiled, your face looking up from the crook of his neck. “…you’re really my best friend..” you sighed, a slight smile on your face.

Michael quickly shook his head no, giggling a bit. “…I’m not your bestfriend, I’m your boyfriend, silly.” He smiled, his hands still on your waist.

“…Well, well you’re both.”

“..I can take that.” He smiled, his gaze turning to something more serious, as his eyes fell down to your lips, a slight giggle fell apon his lips, as he leaned closer. “…Uhm.. so, about uhm,, about our practice…” He smiled nervously, you quickly caught on, nodding a tad bit. “you wanna kiss?” You said, your head tilted to the side, your lips perching out a little. He quickly nodded a bit, going to bite his bottom lips as his eyebrows raised a little, this earned a quick giggle out of you, as you slowly started to lean in, your nose bumping just a tad bit, and your lips about to press together, but then—

“Did it work?— ouuu!!” Marlie poked her head from the doorway, and you quickly jumped, pushing Michael back.

Your face burned with embarrassment, as you fully turned to the door fully looking at her fully, a sneaky grin on her face, as she tapped her fingernails against the door frame.

“what are you doing here?!” You exclaimed, your hand rubbing against your face, Marlie chuckled looking back at Michael’s face, he leaned against the table, a small smile on his face. It was one of the first time where your two roles were reversed, he wasn’t nervous, and you were.. “..You knew about this?!” You squealed, turning back to look at Michael, who quickly raised his hands, a small giggle leaning his lips.

“…I was the one who gave him all the advice.” Marlie butted back in, walking fully in the

flower-house. “…I told you she wouldn’t like the poster!” Marlie sighed, a hand going to quickly cover her face before you interfered. “I did like the poster! I liked everything!” You smiled, walking back to Michael, wrapping a arm around his neck.

You gleamed happily, as Michael stood there kind of awkwardly, a soft sigh left your lips, as your other hand pointed to the floor, showing off your basket. “…look, isn’t it adorable.”

and from that point on, you and Michael became even more inseparable.

SEPTEMBER 2ND 1976

7:00 A.M.

It’s been two years since you’ve and Michael had officially been together, and it’s been going great. Michael’s career has been flourishing even more, having just celebrating his 18th birthday a few days back. Your gift was simple, just a small bracelet to keep on him, so while he’s out on tours, and performances, and you couldn’t be there, it’ll always be a small reminder of your presence.

Your career has also, as well been flourishing. You still did your pageants, but one day a modeling agency came to one of your shows and spotted you out, they noticed how you stood out from the others, and immediately gave you their card. You’ve been working with them for about a year now.

Though you had this big modeling gig going on, your life wasn’t all sunshine’s and paradise, you still had to tackle one huge thing still.

Highschool.

You groaned as your alarm clock rung in your ear, it was about your 3rd day of Senior year, and you swore you were already burnt out, ready to walk that stage and get your diploma.

You aimed to work as a full-time model after highschool, so college was optional in your case, though it was still a thought. Anyways, those are future thoughts, right now? You had to find a way out of your comfortable, warm bed, and out to your bathroom, to start getting ready for the day.

Luckily, it was a tad bit easier, when you had Michael crawling in your bedroom window, still in his own pajamas, tapping on your shoulder.

He had made a promise to himself he was gonna wake you up this whole week, because it was kind of his fault for making your sleep schedule so horrible. All those performances, and rehearsals, he only had freetime so late into the day, 10pm, 11pm, midnight, etc. And, almost all of that time was dedicated to you, of course he had his days where he had his peace, would go home, kick off his shoes and immediately hit the hay. But those other times? He would find himself sneaking into your room, laughing and giggling about random stuff with you, getting caught making-out by your older sister, and spending the night, just to stay in the comfort of you.

This was your summer schedule mostly, business from 8am- 10pm, hanging out 10pm- 7am, he would sneak back out, and the cycle would repeat all over again.

But now, school has started, summer was over, and it was now time to kick into the habit of being productive again, ugh.

Of course, Michael didn’t really go to school, well he did but he has a private tutor, so waking up all early in the morning wasn’t really required. He was doing this out of pure pleasure, and boredom.

“..nope, wait— no.. don’t pull the covers back up.” He sighed, going to cover his face with his palm as he tried to tug the blanket from your face, an obvious sign that you weren’t bugging anytime soon. “…Do you seriously wanna be late..? I mean how would that look on your uhm… like your uhm resume,” He quipped out, a large hand going back to rest on your shoulder, as he slightly shook you again.

“…five more minutes, come back later..” you mumbled under the covers, as yawned, pulling the blanket over your head, making a small little cocoon.

“Nope, cmon.. no—“ he started again, noticing that your body went back limp, symbolizing that you were most likely going back to sleep. “Cmon, if you wake up ill.. I’ll take you skating this weekend, everything on me, promise.” He bribed to you, as he tugged the blanket off you fully, wrapping the material in his long arms, now leaving the fabric in a burrito-like state. a small “aha!” left his lips.

“…Fine, ‘m getting up..” a soft grumble escaped from your lips, as you unballed yourself, sitting up slightly on your bed, hair all over the place, tank top and shorts all wrinkled, and pillows having stains of drool on them.

“Ohh…. How are you—… how are you gonna do your hair?” Michael whispered, reaching a hand out to touch it a little, to which you quickly slapped it away, an annoyed grumble leaving your lips as you threw your feet off your bed, letting them dangle a tad bit, before jumping off your cozy bed, letting your feet rub against the soft carpet. “…you can leave now.”

“Don’t want too.”

“…I have to shower.”

“…I’ll just wait in the room.”

“I change in here..”

his face heated up in embarrassment, quickly finding a solution.

“I’ll close my eyes?”

“…lay fully on your stomach, face stuffed into the pillows, and we have a deal.” You giggled a little, going into the bathroom, that was connected to your room, as Michael sat there disheveled, his eyes wide. “..You— you want me too lay down right now or—?” He was cut off with a quick slam of your bathroom door.

———

You walked out the bathroom fully dressed, hair combed, sliding on your loafers as Michael sat there, watching cartoons on your television. “…You think you’re funny, getting to stay home and do whatever the hell?” You scoffed, a bit jealous as you slipped your backpack on your shoulders, grabbing some random essentials you were gonna need for the day, your house and car keys, a small body mist, and a few hair ties.

“…I’m not doing whatever the heck, I think I have rehearsal today.. and— and my tutor comes today as well.” He defended himself, looking up at you, from his state of sitting criss-cross on your bed.

“Rehearsal with Diana..” you mumbled to yourself, which he heard faintly, but chose to ignore it, not even knowing how to attack the situation of the kinda one-sided issue you had with her.

You swore that she flirted with Michael recently, recently meaning like two days ago, it didn’t matter, you were at one of his rehearsals, and here she comes, you didn’t mind her at first, until she glanced too hard at Michael, then a hand ran up his shoulder, then she laughed a little too hard at one of his unfunny jokes, then when you two kissed, she gave you this unwelcome death stare, all of this was new to you, and quite frankly weird due to her old age, and when you brought it up to Michael, he claimed he didn’t notice anything, said she was acting the same as the last other rehearsals… rehearsals where he was 17, a minor, and now he wasn’t. You had a faint idea of what was happening, but you chose to ignore that gut feeling.

“…you look pretty.” He smiled, you rolled your eyes, you weren’t in the mood for flattery.

You knew it wasn’t fair, but you couldn’t help but be a tad bit jealous of his lifestyle. Yes, you were wealthy, not extremely wealthy, but wealthy enough to where you went to a private school, lived in a big house, got your own car at 16, etc.. but he? He was wealthy-wealthy, like private tutoring and paparazzi everywhere wealthy, you knew it could be a bit overbearing at times, and to be grateful for your mediocre, non-famous lifestyle, but you couldn’t help but wonder how living like that felt.

“You should get out of here soon, I’m bout’ to head out.. anyways.” You painfully smiled, your back facing towards him, grabbing some textbooks and student council papers that were needed later in the day.

“…You’re right, I’ll be in here when you get back, okay? So leave the window open before you leave..” He grunted as he got up, quietly walking behind you as you got all your school essentials ready.

“…ahem.” He interrupted your thought process, as he poked at your shoulder, signaling for you too turn around. You spun around on your heels, met with the sight of Michaels nose, before tilting your head up slightly to meet his eyes, and too of course get a whole look of his face. He had this boyish smile on his face, as his arms were wide open, reciprocating he wanted a hug.

“…seriously? How about I just give you one when I get back home.” You sighed, already not in the greatest mood due to you having to go to school.

“… wow, mama.. you don’t wanna give me a hug?” He sarcastically sighed a playful whine started to leave his lips, before you quickly shut it up, wrapping a quick arm around his side, and pulling away just as fast.

“…that was so measly..” He chuckled, moving his hands to properly wrap them around your waist, rocking you side to side a tad bit. “Love you, love you, love youuuu… you just gotta think happy is all… ooh.. mama, like the song… think happyyy, happyyy, happyyy,” he sung out, his cheek resting on the top of your head, pressing a small kiss to it. Though you were heavily annoyed at the fact he was singing his own song in your face, then he was singing it directly in your ear, you hugged him back of course, you weren’t that mean, that didn’t mean you didnt had an attitude filled expression bled into your face though, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck.

“Can you smile for me, please? You look really pretty when you smile, not like you’re not already pretty—… just, try to smile today, okay?” He smiled himself, his hands sliding up from your waist, to hold your cheeks, squishing them together playfully to make you make funny faces, then he just held him in his hands.

“..Kiss?” He suggested, to which you quickly shook your head no, your face still a bit dis morphed from the fact he was squishing your cheeks,

“Ugh, I don’t care about your stinkin attitude.” He chuckled, pressing three light feather kisses to your lips, that you quickly reciprocated, even though you “didn’t want them.” He let go of your face, shaking your shoulders a bit, before his hands quickly fell down to his sides.

“Please try and have a good day today, okay?” He chuckled, but a sense of seriousness washed over him as he looked at you, you nodded your head, and he started nodding his with you.

Over the years, Michael noticed your habits of having an attitude, and being moody, and always tried his best tmellow it down, and keep you down to earth. This was a prime example.

“…okay, I’m out of here, mama.. bye!” He smiled, as you stayed non-verbal, leaning a little closer, where you two met halfway, pressing a lingering kiss to each others lips, and slowly pulling away, as Michael left through your window, and you left through your bedroom door,

a brand new day starting for the two of you..

Authors note : eat up Yall 😖😖

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[angelicratio]

If you want to be racist then be racist with your full chest. Stop hiding your anti blackness and misogynoir behind “Ignorance”, claiming you don’t understand the use of Black reader tags.

The reason black writers put “X black reader” isn’t to segregate but INCLUDE because majority of fan fics that have “X reader” are NOT made for all readers. They include tiny descriptions that as a white person you might not notice. But we black fans do.

the blushing

the pulling of straight hair

the easy to bruise skin

It is all very noticeable. So we as black writers use “Black Reader” as a way to create a space for ourselves in the fandom that we all have a right to enjoy.

It is not our jobs to educate you on the very problems that you as readers create. But a lot of us still do.

Writers are leaving and quitting because of the treatment and racism they face for simply wanting to make a space for themselves and for other black women, it is annoying and honestly just sad.

[thisismeracing]

Every time we try to create a safe and inclusive space for ourselves people try to start shit saying we’re segregating as if they did not do it in the first place.

I feel like sometimes some people forget we exist and we do enjoy stuff too. We are part of fandoms, and we deserve to feel effectively part of it as much as everyone else.

[darqchilddaydreamz]

always gonna reblog...

[redemptioninthe4ethers]

Quit Playin’ With Me.

Pairing(s): Jermajesty x Reader, Brief Jaafar x Reader.

Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Enemies to lovers,, some angst, fluff.

Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), Jaafar is single in this one baes. Jermajesty is older (reader is only a year younger.) Toxic!Jermajesty, Mean!Jermajesty(cruel really), Fireworks used as weapons. Jermajesty is obsessed in the worst way, he's lowkey a creep, lowkey though. Vomit. Brief Jaafar x Reader (I do mean brief, jermajesty don’t play that.) Fingering, Choking, Arguing, Jermajesty has a big dick! P in V, No protection (Wrap it before you tap it, loves). Exhibitionism (He ain’t coming off you for nothin’ sista). squirting. Spit as lube. Spit kink. Just filthy really.

Summary: Since diapers, Jermajesty has been the bane of your existence. Always picking at insecurities, making jokes at your expense, and finding ways to turn everything into a competition. Peace doesn’t walk in the room when you two do. In fact, she passes the reigns to chaos, and leaves all together. Playing this game of back and forth has grown tiring, so you decide it’s time to shift focus. Jermajesty doesn’t like that one bit.

W.C. : 6.2k

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m glad the snippet was well received! I have been sitting on this for a minute so I am happy to share. I really think is so cool, I am biased though Share what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it! Thank you for reading, my hearts! POV switches from third to second once we hit the present. NAWT proofread sista.

love, B 🤍

[Spring: May 2nd, 2004. Codename: The Beginning.]

Two little ones sit face to face post wrestling match, on an ornate rug in Havenhurst's living room. One breathes heavily, face red, marked with a scowl and a wobbly lip, the other grips a wooden block marked with the letter ‘B’ triumphantly. 

The girl takes in a deep breath, tears well in her eyes, and she exhales with a cry that could wake even the sandman. At the sound of her cries, The young boy's face contorts to match her own. While testing her lung capacity, she attempts to retrieve the block one more time, only to be met with a sharp pain in her temple. The boy made quick work to remove himself from the line of fire as she,impossibly, screamed louder. She picks up her own block, ironically marked with a ‘J’, and launches it back with the same level of vitriol. 

It doesn’t connect with the tyrant in the room, no, that would be too easy. Instead, it collides with her mother’s shin, who had rushed in to see what all the fuss was about. When asked why she had turned their toys into projectiles, the poor girl, consumed by hysteria, couldn't get a response out. 

A small voice, that was not her own, cut through the air,

“She hit me!”

Before she knew it, three words without an ounce of truth to them, had landed her a sentence of fifteen minutes facing the wall.

This interaction, which may seem like ordinary toddler melodrama, marked the beginning of a y/n’s longstanding beef with Jermajesty.

[Summer: July 4th, 2010. Codename: The Pop-its Incident]

The fourth of July is normally a wholesome, family oriented, event. Trademarked by barbecues, games, a dip in the pool, popsicles that will inevitably melt under the California sun, and at the end of the night, beautiful displays of pyrotechnics, some even handheld, that should not be in the vicinity of a deranged nine-year old. 

Y/n found herself exhausted. Between the outdoor activity that, no doubt brought about an early onset fatigue, and the fact that the young girl had practically stuffed herself to the gills with overdone hotdogs, a burger, and perhaps one-too-many cupcakes, by the time the sun began to set, she was nearly immobile. 

With a towel wrapped around her shoulders, and a slouch in her spine, she, tiredly, tries to settle down on a lawn chair nestled in a corner of the backyard, wanting nothing more from the day than to just watch the fireworks. Unfortunately for y/n, the boy who’s been plaguing all eight years of her life had other plans. 

She sees him approach from a distance with a smile on his face and hands hidden from view. Looking back, that itself should have been enough of a warning. Still, she brushes it off with a roll of her eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair, with her hands on her knees and feet planted firmly on the warm pavement. By the time she looks up, he looms over her something behind his back.

“ Y/n,” he addresses. She raises a very skeptical brow, waiting to see what treachery would leave his mouth next. “Are you having fun?” Jermajesty asks, shifting on his feet. She could tell something was amiss, very rarely did he willingly speak to her, and whatever he had behind him did nothing to soothe her nerves. Tired and bordering on overwhelmed, with a squint, y/n huffs, “What do you want?” 

Jermajesty feigns offense, brows furrowing as he takes a somber tone, “I can’t talk to you now?” 

She scoffs, “When do you ever just talk? What, don’t feel like terrorizing me today?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Terrorize is a weird way to describe a few jokes,” he says with a wave of his, now visible hand. 

Before she can start rattling off the instances where Jermajesty absolutely did terrorize her, he cuts in again, this time with a quiet mumble, “I seriously did want to check on you. Didn’t realize it was a crime.” Y/n  knows better than to trust him, she swears she does. Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the hurt expression painted on his face, but she felt her guard lower. Her eyebrows relax, and she almost feels bad for assuming the worst. Almost.

“My bad, Jermajesty. Yes I ha–” The words all but die on her tongue when she hears a decently loud ‘POP!’ and feels a warmth near her feet. There’s only about two seconds allowed for recognition. This asshole was sending pop-its careening toward her feet. Y/n tries to scale the lawn chair, but the slits in it send her feet right back into the cross-hairs.

“Jermajesty! Stop!” She screeches, practically dancing in the small area. He in fact, did not stop. It was almost like her terror was a motivator. The pop-its came faster, and she was terrified. If she wasn’t before, y/n was definitely overwhelmed now, and tears formed before she could stop them. Of course, her torturer noticed, “Aww, is the baby gonna cry?” He mocked, showing no sign of stopping his onslaught. 

She wasn’t ‘gonna’ do anything, the tears were hot and very present. That wasn’t really y/n’s main concern though. Remember her overindulgence? It was coming back to bite her in the ass. In her defence, she didn’t foresee herself dodging mini explosives when she ate as much as she did. 

The ambush only lasted around two minutes before Jermajesty’s father snapped his head in the direction of y/n’s cry for help, “Boy! Cut that out and go sit the hell down! What’s wrong with you?” The boy’s actions came to an immediate halt, knowing Jermaine's command outweighed his current amusement.

Y/n had never been more grateful for another human being in her, relatively short, life. Jermajesty let out an annoyed sigh, but ultimately retreated. As relieved as she was, the damage was already done, nausea had already begun sweeping over the girl. Her stomach churned, and with the swiftness of a fawn, y/n stumbled toward a trashcan. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side today, she made it about three steps forward before emptying the contents of her stomach onto the pavement.

Sounds of shock, displeasure, and pity ring throughout the backyard. Embarrassment and shame wrap her up into the world's most uncomfortable blanket as she continues to heave. She was sure now. She hates this fucker. 

Janet, who y/n has considered her godsend ever since the time with the gum, jumps on the situation like a commander, “Jermaine! Go get the baking soda from the kitchen. Randy, get the poor girl a new towel please.” 

They don't move, still baffled at what just took place. The woman lets out a tired sigh, and her voice raises a few decibels, “Now! Please!” Janet then turns her attention to poo  y/n, who is now reduced to dry heaving over the concrete. “Honey, I’m so sorry. You’ll be alright, okay?” 

Humiliation morphs into anger, and the disgruntled nine year old, nods absentmindedly. She isn’t really paying much attention to the reassurance though, too busy trying to get her body to understand that she can’t possibly throw her skeleton up too. All she can do in this moment is think of all the ways she could permanently remove that pest. 

While brooding, a grating sound falls on her ears. That demon is laughing. Not just a chuckle, no no, he is doubled over, in almost the same position as her, wheezing. Jermajesty smacks his older brother’s arm, who also seems to find the girl’s misfortune entertaining.

Y/n rises slowly, eyes shooting daggers in their direction. As intimidating as she wants to look, the evidence of her misfortune laying at her feet, and a little remaining on her lips just made the girl appear pitiful. That only garnered harder laughs from the two bozos across the yard.

 She opens her mouth, but it quickly closes as the reality sets in, she had effectively been made a fool of. Sure she could’ve expected this from Jermajesty, but seeing jaafar cackle alongside that fool really twisted the knife. Janet tells her to pay them no mind and ushers her off into the house to get cleaned up. Defeated yet again, y/n retreated with her head hung low, and tail tucked. 

This terribly embarrassing day, marked a pivotal moment between, one where y/n decides she was done playing nice with Jermajesty.

[Winter: December 20th, 2015. Codename: Cancel Christmas]

Ah yes, the holly-jolly season. Hot-coca, stockings over the fireplace, and of course, incessantly violent bickering with Jermajesty. It always starts small with him. A disagreement about where candy canes should go, or who would be responsible for cleaning up the discarded tinsel. But alas, the hormones that accompany adolescence make these seemingly small problems, very big problems.

Y/n was irritable. Very, very irritable. As she developed through the years, so did her issues with her incredibly annoying counterpart. It didn’t help that her body (and brain) began to change at a speed she did not agree with. 

Curves filling out, making everything in her closet look like a poor choice, a newfound hatred for her reproductive system, acne that showed her what true stubbornness looked like, having to navigate the terrors of high school, and feelings she did not enjoy having. Since when is that vermin attractive? Y/n didn’t have an answer, and that pissed her off more.

Her irritation reaches new heights as her family heads toward the Jackson’s home. She felt in her bones that today was not going to be a good day. Y/n still hadn’t forgiven him for the shit he pulled on the fourth way back when. The only upside to her, was that she had forgiven his older brother, and was looking forward to stealing glances at him through the night.

Things were calm when she arrived. Stepping out of the car and making her way to the door, y/n thought about civility, and just how long it would last. The answer? Not very.

Jermajesty started it, he always starts it. A pointed comment about how y/n was drooling over Jaafar, while she worked on hanging the ornament she made in art class, a yearly tradition for her. His jab earns a few chuckles…and a sound that could only be described as disgust from the older of the two boys. Y/n was sure she would implode. She snapped her head in his direction with a grimace, “Shut up, no I’m not!” (She absolutely was)

Jermajesty scoffs, “Suree, what else are you gonna lie about?” He asked with a smug look gracing his features. The girl leans into her teenage rage, “I lie about liking you all the time, can’t you tell?” The boy’s face falls flat, “You think I like you? I tolerate you because my family insists on bringing you around.” 

Y/n lets out a dry laugh, “I wish they didn’t, I can’t stand you. You have got to be one of the most infuriating people on the planet, not to mention, you’re a certified idiot. I hate that we even breathe the same air, so don’t worry about having to like me, Jermajesty.”

A beat of silence passes before the insults begin flying. He calls her stupid, she calls him ugly, he hits her with a ‘pizza face’ comment, and she delivers a devastating blow about how his ‘girlfriend’ has three other boyfriends. 

In that moment, Jermajesty all but lost what little sense he did have, “You can’t talk! Didn’t the entire football team bend you over two weeks ago?” 

Poor, poor y/n, she’s yet to figure out that in a battle of who can go lower, Jermajesty will always have her beat. It was an outright lie, one that caught the attention of everyone in the room. 

“You two, ENOUGH!” Y/n’s father booms, he then shifts his gaze toward his daughter. Y/n immediately tries to save her ass, “Dad, he’s lying! I swear, I’ve never even–” she stops speaking when the older man raises his hand. “We will talk about this at home, grab your things, now.”

Begrudgingly, she follows directions, making sure to grab her charger, phone, and the ornament, All while Jermaine profusely apologizes to her father for his son’s behavior.

She throws one more glance in Jermajesty’s direction, fully expecting to see the same smirk that always rests on his face when he lands her in hot water. Instead, y/n finds something akin to remorse. Jermajesty opens his mouth, but quickly shuts it when she sticks one finger in the air. He rolls his eyes and returns the gesture with a mock smile.and leaves the home with her head held high

Attraction be damned, the long conversation she is going to be forced to endure in her family's living room snuffed out whatever she was feeling for that insolent brat. 

For the first time in fourteen years, y/n hadn’t left the Jackson estate in tears. She did, however, leave with a bit of clarity. 

Here marks the day y/n realized battling Jermajesty was always going to be a losing game.

[Fall: November 25th, 2021. Codename: Older Brothers]

It had been approximately a year and a half since y/n last saw the jacksons in person. With covid, and the lockdown put in place because of it, she hasn’t really seen much of anybody. During this time,y/n had grown into what some would describe as a walking wet dream, intentionally, of course. Body to die for, skin as clear as glass, and a charm that was hard to resist. She wasn’t naive to this either, nuh-uh, y/n knows she’s a bad bitch, and she plans to use that to her advantage.

 Jaafar has become a new point of interest. At twenty, y/n knows exactly what her type is, and he checks every last box. She had already formulated a gameplan for this year's thanksgiving dinner. Hair styled to perfection, a manicure that cost a fortune, some little black dress that showed off every asset she’d gained, three spritzes of  a very expensive perfume, and the sexiest pair of heels she could find.

When she crosses under the threshold into the home she had grown to miss, she hears a few gasps, and a devious smile forms on her face. This is good, very good. She greets the family one-by-one with a hug, making small conversation with some. Most of the attendees comment on how good she looks, shocked to see the new version of the young woman before them. She giggles, and thanks them, moving through the room with an effortless grace.

When her eyes land on her target, who is already gawking at her, her smile grows large enough to show a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Y/n has every intention of fucking Jaafar. However, in her lust driven pursuit, she forgot to account for her biggest obstacle. Jer-fucking-majesty, who seems to be making it his personal mission to deter her from her goal. Before she can get her arms wrapped around Jaafar, the nuisance before her slides in between them, disrupting the exchange of greetings. Her arms drop and frustration cascades across her face.

“Y/n, it’s been a while.” He states, looking down at her. She can’t help the way her eyes find the back of her head. “Yes, it has Jermajesty. As is to be expected when a pandemic occurs.” He chuckles, “Well, you look good. Real good.” That comment nearly short-circuts her brain. Did her arch-nemesis just compliment her? She waits for the punchline, the cruel follow-up that always comes with a statement like that from him.

When it doesn’t, and she realizes he’s serious, she steps back a bit. “I–, thank…you.” She says slow, still skeptical. He nods once, but refuses to move. Y/n grows impatient, “Excuse me, I was in the middle of greeting Jaafar.” She mumbles. Jermajesty’s brows furrow, “Everybody else got a hug, I can’t?” She folds her lips together, unsure of how to navigate this new territory. She settles on a quick side-hug. “There, now can you move?” 

He kisses his teeth, and steps to the side. He watches how the girl he spent so much time driving up a wall practically melts into his brother’s arms. He notices how far you went to get Jaafar to notice. He notices how his brother inhales deeply, how his hands slide dangerously low on y/n’s waistline, how you didn’t correct his brother’s grip, and most importantly, he can’t help but notice that all he got was a fucking side-hug. 

Why does he even care? It’s not like you mean anything to him, right. Wrong, very wrong. Jermajesty is pissed. He’s spent so much time making you look unappealing, publicly commenting on every imperfection, spreading rumors to keep everyone away, intentionally ruining dates and relationships, oh and most notably, since December of ‘15, convincing his brother that he should want nothing to do with you. All in the name of love of course, you didn’t know that. You didn’t need to know that. He made sure that the girl he’s been infatuated with since the age of four, didn’t have a clue about the strings he pulled in the background. 

Jermajesty knew what he was about to do was wrong, but in his beautifully twisted mind, it would be justified. While the girl, his girl, revels in the affection she’s receiving from his older brother, he grabs a cup resting on the dinner table. She was so blissfully unaware, cute.

The chilled champagne runs down y/n’s back, and serves as a stark reminder to never trust the man standing right behind her. She whips around so fast she nearly falls. With vitriol running through her veins, yet again, she slaps Jermajesty so hard her hand stings. His head is turned, and his hand comes up to his cheek,  “What. The. Fuck, is your problem? Huh? Do you ever stop? I mean seriously, I can’t fucking st–” He wears a smile and nods as she rants on and on about how she hates him and can’t .

Jermajesty lets her go on for another minute or two before he grabs her wrist and drags her through the house and out the door. Despite her best effort, his grip is firm,she can’t do much but stumble behind him, and let the expletives fall from her lips in protest.

Once the cool air wraps around them, Jermajesty spins to face her, still holding on. He leans in close, whatever y/n had planned to say next evaporated from her mind. His eyes are dark, and his face is devoid of any amusement. It quickly registers in the young lady’s mind that Jermajesty means business. She remains silent, real intimidation settles over her as she waits for him to say something.

Jermajesty then moves his lips to her ear, “If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll show you how cruel I can really be. Stay away from Jaafar, last warning.” Y/n stood there frozen, jermajesty releases his grip on the girl, walking past her, and heading back toward the house. She was utterly baffled, and admittedly pissed because, who was he to tell her who she could and couldn’t interact with. Still,even with the cold champagne that has now ruined her dress, y/n couldn’t ignore the warmth that settled deep in her belly. As she stood there processing, she came to a conclusion.

This year's Thanksgiving marks the day that the girl, who entered a feud with humanity's biggest terror all those years ago, realizes the attraction she thought she snuffed out wasn’t dead. Just buried.

[Summer: July 25th 2026. Codename: Quit Playin’ With Me]

Admittedly, you knew what you were doing. Jermajesty hadn’t made much of a move since Thanksgiving, five fucking years ago. Yeah the fights had morphed into an aggressive sort of flirting, that began to serve more as foreplay. And sure, everytime you showed interest in another man Jermajesty had more than enough to say about it, but aside from that, you hadn’t made much progress. So, you figured he needed a little push. What better place to make that happen than at Jaafar’s birthday party?

In all honesty, you wanted to know if Jermajesty would make good on his promise. It was a fifty-fifty gamble with him though, you were either going to leave very satisfied, or teary-eyed, or both. Still, it was a risk you were more than willing to take at this point.

When you waltz into the familiar backyard, body clad in a swimsuit that was essentially string, smelling good, and looking better. This time though, it wasn’t for anyone’s attention but his. You made a bee-line for Jaafar, greeting as many as you could in the process. When you reached him, a smile spread across his face. He sat there, on a pool chair, in all his glory, in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, and sunglasses. “Look at you, when’d you get so fine mama?” Though you weren’t here for him, it didn’t hurt to receive a compliment or two from Jaafar.

You cracked a grin, “Been that, baby.” He chuckled, and opened his arms up for you. The scenario felt familiar, except this time, when you leaned in, there was no Jermajesty. Jaafar wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you down into his lap with a quickness that startled you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and spoke, soft and gentle, “So, how you been? Haven’t had time to catch up since we first started filming.” 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your body, “Been fine, same-old, same-old. Heard the movies doing well, hot-shot. As it should, by the way, you did amazing. Your uncle would be proud.” Jaafar gives your waist a small squeeze, “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you, y/n.” You opened your mouth to assure that it’s the truth, but before you can, a shadow is cast over you. A shiver runs down your spine, and you sit up a little straighter.

His appearance matches his brother’s, except for the sunglasses, he wants to make sure you look him in the eye. His voice is chillingly calm, as he glares down at you, “Get up.” You shift a little on Jaafar’s lap. The older brother speaks first, “She doesn’t have to move, if you don’t like it go inside, or away.” Jermajesty doesn’t spare so much as a sideways glance toward Jaafar, eyes still trained on yours with a hard stare, “You have two fucking seconds to get the fuck off his lap.”

With that, your brain finally catches up, and you stand embarrassingly fast. Jermajesty doesn’t miss a beat, and begins walking toward the entrance of the home “Bring your ass in the house, now.” You throw Jaafar an apologetic glance, and quickly trail his brother. Jermajesty moves through the house with an aura of danger surrounding him. If you weren’t so giddy, you might’ve been a little scared for what was to come.

When you reach his bedroom door, he holds it open for you, looking at you expectantly. Slowly, you walk in, stopping just inside the door, unsure of what to do next. He slips in behind you, the door shuts. You turn your head to see his hand resting on the handle. He takes a deep breath,

 “Before I do, what I’m about to do, you need to let me know if you want this as bad as I do.” He says, tone measured, controlled, just as chilling as it was before. You nod twice, and he shakes his head, “Words. Y/n. Use them.” You let out a shaky breath, “Yes, I want–”

The rest of the sentence dies on your tongue as a hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to make a point, but not enough to cause any harm. Your back meets the door behind you, and a gasp attempts to leave your body. Jermajesty catches your lips in a searing, possessive kiss, all teeth, and tongue with little room left to breathe. You all but melt right there, he breaks the kiss, leaving a string of spit connecting the two of you, and a pout forms on your face, 

“You just don’t listen, do you baby? Hm?” You looked up at Jermajesty, pupils blown. His hand, serving as the prettiest necklace you’ve ever owned, shifts into a firm grip under your jaw, he leans in, lips brushing your ear. The already damp spot formed on the fabric nestled between your legs starts to grow, “You just had to keep pushing. I told you what would happen, and look, you did it anyway, didn’t you?”

You try to nod, but he holds you steady, “Come on, baby. Answer me,” When you open your mouth, he shifts his hand down, squeezing once more. A garbled sound is all you manage to get out, “Mm, there you go. Not listening again,” Jermajesty shakes his head as he tuts, and with a wicked smile. He loosens his grip just a bit. Soft kisses start at the back of your ear, and make their way down to a spot on your neck that makes you let out a soft whine. A deep chuckle leaves the man towering over you, “That’s right, pretty girl. Keep making those sweet sounds for me, yeah?”

The hand around your throat slips further down, fingers ghosting over the hardened buds beneath your swim-top. Gently, he toys with the thin fabric before his fingers swiftly undo the ties on your neck and back. The top falls, and you stand there now, bare, dripping with excitement. With a deep inhale, Jermajesty begins to kiss down your sternum, cupping both breasts with his large hands. Slowly, he takes the left bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, just enough to tease, while he rolls the right between his index and thumb. 

A sultry sound leaves your mouth, one that sounds like music to his ears. Jermajesty groans, and with a ‘pop’, removes himself from your chest. With his voice barely above a whisper, he makes you one more promise. “I’m gon’ show you who the fuck you belong to tonight.” The ruined bottoms do very little to hide just how badly you want that. His right hand glides down the length of your body, stopping just shy of the waistband.

Jermajesty searches your eyes for hesitancy one last time, when he doesn't find it, his fingers dip below the last barrier between the two of you. He swipes a finger up your slit, making you shudder, “So fucking wet,” he whispers, undoubtedly to himself. The pads of his fingers are rough, calloused, and add a delicious friction as his thumb finds your little bundle of nerves.

As he works it in painfully slow, steady circles, two fingers enter you, and a pornographic moan leaves your mouth, “Baby please,” you beg, as he continues to tease, pumping them slowly. He chuckles, “Oh? m’baby now? I thought I was a piece of shit you couldn’t stand.” The huff you let out tells him he has you right where he wants you. He curls his fingers and just brushes past that spongy spot, your frustrated whine rings out in the air. Jermajesty laughs softly,  “This not enough for you baby?Didn't know you were so greedy.” 

Annoyance began to seep into your bones. If he wanted to play so bad, then fine, “You’re taking too long, I can always ask Jaafar to handle this, you know?”

Jermajesty freezes, not long before he rips his hand away from your pussy, rises to his full height and grabs you by your waist. You let out a surprised squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso as he hoists you up, and walks you toward the bed. He isn’t gentle as he tosses you onto it. Your body comes off of the mattress in a small bounce. Your eyes rake over the man standing above the bed, the tent in his trunks makes your eyes widen. Good, he wants you to watch. Jermajesty makes quick work of the shorts, tossing them off in some corner of his room. 

Good god, you knew it was big, but you were severely under prepared. Your best guess is roughly eight and a half inches. He’s neatly trimmed, there’s a small batch of hair at the base. The tip is a deep mauve, the shaft is a shade darker than the rest of him with a pronounced vein running all the way down, and just below rest two heavy round balls.

He wastes no time in getting your bottoms off next, practically ripping the dainty little thing off of you. He tosses them, and looks back at your dripping core. Again, two of his fingers find a home deep in your pussy, only this time, Jermajesty isn’t so nice about it. He sets a brutal, unforgiving pace that has you arching your back. He leans over, “Open your mouth,” you obey, already dizzy from the pleasure. His spit hits the back of your throat, and you swallow, “That’s it,” he picks up the pace, your hand shoots out to clutch his forearm in an attempt to slow him down and quell the fire quickly spreading through your body. “Move your hand,” he murmurs, while bullying your g-spot with precision. The sounds of your sopping pussy bounce off the walls, as he pushes you closer to release. “Please, Please, Jer…Please!”

You aren’t even sure what it is that you’re begging for, he has you dazed and drunk off the feeling of him, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. A cry leaves your lips, and you grip his arm tighter, “He can’t make you beg like this, pretty girl.” Tears form in your eyes as you just about tip over the edge, “Jer— oh fuck, Maj… gonna– cum!” Again, his fingers leave your core. The sudden denial leaves you frustrated beyond belief, a wail rips from your chest.

“What the fuck–”, Jermajesty cuts you off, flipping you over onto your stomach. “Shut the fuck up.” He teases you again, running his tip along your slit, “You wanna cum? Tell me who this shit belongs to.”you arch a little deeper, “Mm, if I say Jaafar, how hard will you fuck me?” 

In one slow deep thrust, Jermajesty starts to fill you. The stretch stings so good, you both moan at the sensation. He gives a few shallow thrusts before his resolve snaps, and he bottoms out in one deep thrust. The tip of his fat dick kisses your cervix just right, it takes everything in you not to collapse. When he pulls back out, you hiss, the sensation feels addictive. He drives back into you, and begins to fuck you like a man starved. The pace he sets is punishing, you can’t do much but cry out, gripping the sheets as the same heat from before begins to pool in your belly. Jermajesty drills into that spongy spot over and over, the pleasure overwhelms you, your jolts forward involuntary. At the sight, his sweat covered brow furrows, he grips your waist with both hands, pulling you back onto him. A heavy hand cracks down on your ass twice,

“Don’t you dare fucking run. Take this shit, baby– fuck! Take. It.” Your eyes hit the back of your head, fisting the sheets so hard you were sure they’d rip, as he slams into you fervently. 

The sound of skin clapping echoes in the room, his headboard hits the wall, matching his tempo. Jermasty lets out a deep groan that goes straight to your core.

“Shit—, best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had.” As his hips continue to slam into yours, your drool covers his pillow, “It’s yours, Jermajesty— Fuck it’s yours!” You scream out. Though you can't see it, a toothy smile forms on your lover's face. While still inside you, he rolls over onto your side, “Say it again, baby, louder,” you do as he says, nearly screaming as he delivers steady, mean, strokes into your wet hole. “That’s right, this my pussy,” he says, bringing one of your legs over his torso. His hand found your clit once more, rubbing fast tight circles into the swollen nub.

As you approach ecstasy, the door slams open. Jaafar, stands there with a baffled expression. “What the hell–” You startle, brought out of your pleasure induced state by the sudden intrusion. Jermajesty doesn't stop his ministrations for a single second. Instead, his hand leaves your bundle of nerves and grips your jaw, making you face him. 

“Cum on this dick and show him who you belong to, baby.” He brings his hand back down to your clit, doubling down. He fucks you harder, thrusts faster than before leave your head reeling even more than it already has been. Jermasesty draws new patterns on your clit, it takes you ten seconds to realize he’s spelling out his name. A foreign pleasure shoots through your body, “Jer, wait– I think I’m gonna pee! Slow– Fuck…Slow down!” He spells faster, bullies that spot just a few more times, licks the shell of your ear, and whispers, “Let me have it baby, prove to me that you’re mine.” Your eyes roll back, mouth forming into a perfect ‘O’ shape, before your release cascades down your thighs, and his, onto the bed.

Jermajesty pumps into you a few more times, now chasing his own release. “Did so good. You Did. So. Fucking. Good. Pretty. Girl.” His words are accentuated by a few more deep thrusts. Your brain has turned to mush, one last thrust has him cumming with a shout of your name. His hold on you tightening, as you milk him for everything he’s got. He holds his seed deep as his body rides out the after-shocks. 

When you two finally come down, he sits you up gently. Breathing labored, and very clearly blissed out, you look at him in your daze, “That was amazing, Jer,” He nods in agreement, wondering how you were still functioning. “ –I can’t help but wonder though, what made you so…possessive?” Jermajesty flashed a smile and chuckled while still trying to catch his breath, “Y/n, baby. I’ve been in love with you since I clocked you in the head with that block. Pardon me if I’m a little 'possessive.’” 

You weren’t sure what answer you expected, but you knew it wasn't that. Though, when you think back, you can’t help but feel that you let him slide with the shit he’s pulled through the years for that very same reason.

“Hm, well I think I love you too Jer. I would love to dwell on it, but I’m tired, sweaty, and I think we just permanently scarred your brother.” You rambled on.

The man rolled his eyes, “We can talk in the morning, Jaafar’ll be fine, we can shower together, and sleep after.” You couldn’t help yourself. You tried though, “How well does ‘apology pussy’ go over with your brother?” Jermajesty’s face fell flat, and you cackled like a hyena. “Y/n, quit fucking playin’ with me.” Your laughs died down to a hum, “Okay, okay. You're sleeping on the side with the wet spot though!” Jermajesty kissed his teeth playfully, it was worth it.

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[softformj]

just found this "50 facts about mj" article from the 80s

HOWLING at number 40 because same 😭

[bbcouture-69]

#26 had to clarify he's a healthy queen

[veliriumm]

oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n

perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >⩊<.ᐟ

perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him

perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"

perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.

perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.

perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long

perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!

perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.

perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.

perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me

a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye

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[theonlyonlinefish]

I love your work so far!! I was wondering if you could write a smut with Michael and his girlfriend doing anal🙈🙈🙈

𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐲| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Warnings: anal sex & making out—nothing crazy this time :)

Summary: Game time with your boyfriend turning into a passionate moment. But still keeping your promises to one another

“Michael that’s cheating man! You didn’t call uno so you gotta draw two cards”

“Yes I did!”

Michael turned his attention towards you, his loving girlfriend for support

“Didn’t you hear me call it out?”

The entire group got quiet as they turned their attention towards you waiting for an answer

“I heard it”

Your bashful comment and rosy cheeks made Michael blush, he loved that you had his back always

Everyone began smacking their lips and throwing their cards in “I told yall this was a waste of time”

“That’s his girl man, of course she’s gonna have his back!”

“Jackie shut up I saw you stuffing cards in your pocket”

One by one his siblings left out of Michael’s room leaving the two of you alone. You watched your boyfriend shut the door behind them before turning his attention back towards you

“Works like a charm every time”

Whenever Michael was tired of his family and wanted alone time with you he would sabotage game nights. While they spent hours arguing and pointing the fingers he’d be cuddled up with you

“Michael you gotta stop doing that one day they’ll catch on” you chuckled

“Yeah yeah sounds like a problem for tomorrow”

Michael pulled you on top of him and intertwined your fingers with his and began kissing your knuckles while staring at you intensively

“Thank you for spending time with me, sometimes I feel cooped up in this house”

“You’re my boyfriend Michael of course I wanna spend time with you. I love watching you guys argue” you blushed “Makes me wish I had a sibling to argue with”

“They’re a pain in my butt”

A few seconds of uninterrupted eye contact between the two of you before Michael gestured for you to come forward by pulling your face closer to his. For a few seconds you studied his expression before the two of you opened your mouths & whirled tongues together before sliding your lips to press together. The smallest gesture but it aroused you deeply

The two of you had been together for three years but still made each other so nervous from time to time

As things heated up between the two of you, the kiss quickly intensified. His soft groaning and puppy dog eyes always aroused you. You slightly began to grind on top of Michael as you felt his boner growing

“Michael” you weakly moaned

“Shh we gotta be quiet, last time Jackie almost walked in on us”

His eyes roamed around your body before unbuttoning your blouse top and unhooking your bra before switching positions and getting on top of you

Pressing his bulge against your pussy and slowly grinding into you giving the both of you pleasure and enchantment

“I can’t wait to feel your insides” kissing and sucking your chest

As he found a sweet spot you moaned louder than intended causing Michael to quickly cover your mouth

“Can we try that thing again?” Michael begged

“I’m so hard right now I don’t think a handjob would do me any good”

Studying Michael’s expression, nodding your head. Before turning over Michael kissed you passionately. As you got in position he grabbed a secret bottle of lubricant that he had hidden away for occasions like this

The both of you pledged to wait until marriage for vaginal penetration, sworn by your faith but found loopholes to fill satisfy your cravings. Michael read somewhere that anal sex didn’t count, so the both of you were still virgins by that definition

“You okay baby?” He asked running his hands along your backside and kissing your cheeks then moving to your pussy

“Not if you keep teasing like this”

You buried your face into his sheets as you held the arch in your back

Michael coated himself in lubricant and slowly rubbed his tip in a circular motion around your hole before slowly penetrating you. He listened to your wincing and slowed down

“It’s okay baby you can keep going” you encouraged

He was halfway inside you before your moans got louder, with the first thrust inside of you Michael frantically pushed your head further into the mattress to drown out your cries

“If somebody walks in here they’re gonna kill me”

“It feels good” you protested

Placing his head back and taking a deep breath “I know baby, it’s all because of you”

Michael placed both hands on your hips finding his rhythm as he began to stretch you out. All of the teasing & second base practices couldn’t compare to what the two of you felt during this

You let out a low pitched gasp as you took all the frustration that Michael was delivering. Your pussy was aching for attention so you used one of your hands to touch yourself, now receiving both clitoral and anal stimulation

The wood from the bed began creaking the more Michael desperately continued to roll his hips into you. As his moans spilled out you felt yourself falling deeper into his trance

“Don’t stop, right there!” Biting down on your bottom lip

You began throwing yourself back into his rhythm making him struggle to concentrate

“I want you to cum with me baby”

Michael grabbed your hands & held them behind your back as he forcefully gave you his last couple of strokes before cumming, just as you came all over his sheets

Pulling out Michael turned you over & covered your face in kisses before kissing your ring finger

“Do you still love me the same?” You asked nervously

“Of course I do, we’re gonna get married one day” kissing your cheek “then I’m gonna build you that salon you always talk about….and then we can start on the 13 babies”

“That wasn’t the agreement Mikey we settled for 6”

“Yeah…but if I keep making you scream like that I’ll get all 13 outta you” he smirked

A/N: Thank you babes!!!!! I appreciate you for send me this idea & i’d love to do more 💋💋💋

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Tumblr girls ♡︎ Michael Jackson (the most) ꪆৎ

[adyjackson]

husband! jermajesty jackson x reader headcanons

jermajesty as your loving husband!

content warnings: mdni, mostly fluff, slight nsfw, reader wearing lingerie is mentioned, he’s just a sweetheart, mention of him being possessive of the reader

a/n: i made this at 2 am so pls give me some grace. the reader doesn’t necessarily have a race but i imagined them to somewhat be black. its just for fun and mostly self indulgent but i hope all of you can enjoy!!

٠࣪⭑ jermajesty spoils you too much. he’ll buy you anything you ask for. especially when you randomly text him an screenshot of something you see on tiktok, like a candy box or big teddy bear.

٠࣪⭑ jermajesty always cooks for you. even if you tell him you’ll make dinner for that night, he will wait till your busy for a moment before starting on it himself so you don’t have to. though sometimes you help him.

٠࣪⭑ jermajesty is very possessive. he always keeps an arm wrapped around you when you two are at events. one time, jaafar complimented your outfit, and jermajesty gave him the meanest side eye. of course you laughed about it and kissed his face all over.

٠࣪⭑ jermajesty loves to see you in anything revealing. of course it’s for his eyes only. but, he’ll take you to victoria’s secret just to let you pick out lingerie. when you get back to your apartment, he takes pictures of you in each set. he says he isn’t obsessed, but you both know he is.

٠࣪⭑ jermajesty loves to be posted on your instagram. in most pictures, he’s showing off his wedding ring. he loves the idea of letting the world know that he’s all yours til death do you part.

٠࣪⭑ jermajesty is kind of a nerd when it comes to video games. one time, you brought up how you wanted to play Mortal Combat 1 when it released and he immediately began to explain how it all started, and how it got to where it is now. you and him also went to randy jr’s halloween party as sora and kairi from kingdom hearts one year.

thank you for reading!

[xwixnk]

Sleepy

Jermajesty x Reader

Summary: You get sleepy and Jermajesty notices it

The living room is dim, the TV casting a soft flicker across the couch as you lay up beside your boyfriend Jermajesty. Whatever’s playing is clearly not the main event your attention keeps drifting, your eyelids getting heavier with every passing minute.

You try to fight it at first. A quiet blink. A slow stretch. Then another yawn slips out before you can stop it.

Jermajesty notices immediately.

“Mm.” His voice turns light, teasing he tilts his head toward you without taking his eyes off the screen. “Sleepy?”

You mumble something under your breath, but it doesn’t really deny anything. Your head just leans a little closer to his shoulder like it’s decided for you.

He smiles, softer now. “Yeah, I thought so, sweetheart.”

Another yawn hits you, and this time he gently bumps your shoulder with his. “Hey,” he murmurs, amused. “You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, angel.”

You don’t respond just blink slowly, settling in like you’ve already accepted defeat.

“That’s what I thought,” he says quietly, voice warm with affection under the teasing. He shifts a little so you can rest more comfortably. “C’mere, pretty thing. You can knock out. I got you.”

You don’t argue. You just let your head rest against him, eyes finally closing properly as he keeps talking in that low, easy tone like he’s not going anywhere.

[xwixnk]

Long Day

Jermajesty x Shy! Reader

Summary: Jermajesty coming home from a long day and just being clingy with you because he misses you.

The apartment was quiet when Jermajesty finally walked in.

He shut the door behind him with a soft sigh, dropping his keys onto the counter like he’d been holding the weight of the entire day in his hands.

You looked up from the couch. “…Hey.” That was all you got out before he was already crossing the room.

“Hi, pretty girl.” He dropped onto the couch beside you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him like he hadn’t seen you in weeks instead of just a day.

You made a small sound of surprise.

“Jermajesty—”

“No,” he muttered, burying his face into your shoulder. “Don’t ‘Jermajesty’ me right now.” You blinked. “…What?”

“I missed you."

That shut you up.

You softened without even thinking about it. Your hands slowly came up, resting awkwardly at first before gently settling on his back. “You saw me this morning,” you said quietly.

Jermajesty let out a dramatic sigh against your skin. “That was a crime.” You huffed a small laugh. “You’re being dramatic." “I’m being deprived.” “Of what?”

He finally lifted his head just enough to look at you. “My girl.” Your face warmed instantly “Your girl?”

“Mm-hm.” He tightened his arms again like he was making a point. “The pretty, shy, quiet one I like to bother.”

“Bother?” you repeated, weakly.

He smiled.

He shifted again, this time sliding his head into your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You stared down at him.

“…You’re really tired.”

“Long day,” he admitted softly. “Too many people. Too much noise.” Your fingers hesitated. Then gently ran through his hair. He melted instantly.

“Oh,” he whispered. “There she is.” “What?” “My favorite feeling.”

“Your hands in my hair,” he said simply. “Feels like I’m home.” Your chest tightened a little. You didn’t know what to say to that. You kept stroking his hair.

After a moment, he peeked up at you. “You miss me too, right?” You hesitated for half a second too long. That was enough for him. Jermajesty grinned.

“Aha.”

“I do,” you admitted quickly. “I just— I was fine. “That’s a lie.”

“It’s not—”

He poked your side gently. “You were counting the minutes.” “I was studying.”

“For what? Me not texting you enough?”

You huffed.

“You’re impossible.”

He sat up slightly, still holding onto your waist like he refused to give you any space at all.

Then pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You immediately looked away. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Making me blush.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said innocently. Then kissed your other cheek. “This is just how I breathe.”

“Liar.” You tried to stay composed. You really did. Then he cupped your face gently. “Hey, mama.” You met his eyes. There it was again. That soft look.

The one that always made your shyness feel safe instead of small. “I’m home now,” he said quietly. “Okay?” Your voice came out softer than you meant it to. “…Okay.”

“Good.” He smiled. Then leaned in and rested his forehead against yours “Don’t let me go again tomorrow, yeah?” You hesitated, then nodded “…Yeah.”

Jermajesty’s smile widened. “Good girl." Your whole face went warm instantly. “Don’t call me that.”

“No promises.” He pulled you back into his arms like he never planned on letting go again.

[melakonen]

M.JACKSON OFF THE WALL ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖ part one!

summary : after proposing michael planned a runway trip to ‘the most magical place on earth’

warnings : angst / mentions of vomiting for two seconds at the beginning, comedic fluff in the middle, smut, 18+, mentions of jerking off, first time sex ( m receiving! ), inexperience oral ( f receiving! ) , overstimulation. he literally talks about being inside you a billion times??? LMFAO,

a/n : well if you want a part three let me know??? this took me DAYS to think of a plot 🫩 ( this was so filthy I apologize )

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you were staring at the beaming sunlight glittering onto the california road. meanwhile michael looked like he was going to hurl at any moment, he had already snuck out once and that was one thing. driving to another state for two days while his dad was on a ‘work trip’? he’s wondering if he will even be alive once his black shoes touches the marble floor, if he doesn’t make it back before he does. he wasn’t a crazy driver either, his brother’s took pride in teaching him to drive, but he wishes he just mustered up the courage to ask bill. to add to his list of worries he also stole a car out the garage…, and now he was pulling over?

“um michael?!” , you two were on the side of an public flower garden. he held his torso vomiting into the withered patch of grass, you came up behind him rubbing his back. “my goodness are you okay?”, he faced you blinking back the little tears in his waterline. “sorry I’m uh.. sorry” his voice quivered you hugged him tightly. “mikey if you want to turn-“ he shook his head no, “please don’t worry this is normal.. just got worried that’s all, I have a dance I need to perfect once we get back”.

his behavior wasn’t normal he has opened up about his father here and there but not much. if he does speak to you about it, afterwards he tends to drown himself in any form of ‘kiddy’ media to make himself laugh. of course you didn’t mind as you loved to watch or play games with him!, but part of you did get sad knowing the reasoning why he latched onto it in the first place. michael got back into the car you decided to drive the rest of the way, looking over he was fast asleep clutching one of your stuffed animals in his hand. it made you smile at the memory when he playfully begged you, if he could take one home. he just wanted to have your scent with him after a long day of working.

three hours later you two were checking into something called a ‘cinderella suite’. apparently it’s not an easy room to get, but when you’re obviously michael jackson that issue goes out the window. you were unpacking your bags, placing them in one of the big brown closets in front of the huge beds. michael was staring at the bathroom ceiling, it was accompanied with a very deep light up tub and stars engraved in the ceiling. you joined him leaning your head onto his arm.

“are you comfy?” his arm wrapped around your shoulder. “very thank you so much for this”, he immediately became bashful at your words. “of course I’m.. happy”, you shut your eyes a grin gracing your face. his soft voice melted your heart he was truly just a sweetheart. the fact he more than likely wrote this all out, just to plan for you made your brain feel like mush. “michael?”, he looked down at you. “we probably should eat”, for a brief moment he wanted to blurt out your surprise dinner plans. before you could process, he grabbed your hand running you out of the suite and into the park.

“michael!” he giggled, “it’ll be worth it promise!”. completely out of breath, you two were in front of a castle like restaurant. “god damn.. mikey jesus”, all you heard was an eruption of laughter. “well I hope you never have to run track, you’re worse than tito!” you side eyed him, “boy anyways! lets go my stomach is touching my back”. he poked your cheek before interlocking his hands with yours. this restaurant was… empty? “uh mike why isn’t there-“ he quickly turned to you, “I rented it out!” your eyes widened. it was not only humongous with nobody in here, but you knew michael was about to have a field day with the amount of characters in here.

so you’re about an hour in and you would think michael proposed to minnie, the way she has been miming away at your table. part of you wanted to yank the cast members plush head off, I mean it has to be hot as fuck in that costume. this was fine at first, you were fully immersed and enjoying yourself! it seems this minnie had other plans. every time she turned to you she put that furry hand up to her mouth like she was laughing, then entertained your loving fiancé to be by mimicking his dancing. one more damn spin and this plate of steak was about to go flying. not to mention michael has had a giggle fit since you were outside. which was making your sides burn, you both knew nothing was funny but his laughter was so contagious!

as if on que michael reached for your hand the lights in the room dimmed into a deep purple, a group of violin players were adjacent to the stage behind you. you latched onto him walking towards the cleared out floor, a warm hand wrapped onto your waist placing you in an slow dancing position. michael has always been a romantic, he doesn’t understand why someone wouldn’t. before you two even started dating, he would send you letters if he got too busy to call. which was rare because he loved being on the phone. he made sure to spray the paper in his perfume, adding freshly written poetry on the back of his letter just for you.

“sorry for taking so long, we both were trying to stall this is your surprise so.. surprise!” he stepped back to turn you, the soft music taking over the air. you couldn’t help, but press your head into his chest in embarrassment. he laughed pleasantly satisfied with you being the shy one, soon as he left your place he made a lot of calls to get this day to be perfect. you both remained slow dancing in this position, with your head now turned to watch the band play. “I hope I didn’t do um.. too much?” he whispered this lowly. you were quick to disagree, “michael I feel like a princess right now, I wasn’t expecting this at all!” you pulled yourself up to kiss him on the cheek, he returned to the shy man you’re used too.

he fought every urge to cover his face, “thank you so much mikey”. the music ended he paid the bill not before saying, he wanted to end the renting process early and he’ll pay for all the remaining customers. you both left hand in hand once again, the sun was setting and you noticed a ferris wheel. “oh my gosh can we get on that?”, he looked up to see what you were talking about. “of course but..” he tagged you, “last one there gets no cotton candy!”. his long legs took off running, “mike you cheated!”. you ran after him. now you both were panting onto the metal seat, you were resting against his shoulder. “haha no cotton candy for you!” you tickled his stomach earning a line of giggles out of him.

you looked out the window the sky was now covered in stars and a little fireworks show was outside. “mikey?” he turned to you, “can I have a kiss?” you don’t know why you felt shy now, but it may have to do with michael taking charge of the day… which was making you throb. he nodded pulling you onto his knee, in his usual fashion he kissed you slowly. his long fingers were gently rubbing your thigh once more. you squirmed and trust me he noticed, his heart was hitting his chest so hard. he knew what tonight was going to involve, and although he was excited he was terrified.

sneaking back home after leaving your place the house was empty which was rare but perfect. he walked into his brother’s room, taking out every single lewd magazine he could find. he wanted you to be pleased, so if he had to sneak and study until everybody got back home so be it! he was on the carpet floor, a page with a woman nude laying doggy style on camera caught his eye. it didn’t make him hard, because of her body instead he was trying to imagine your pussy. was it pink like he saw the one time he accidentally, put his brother’s porn vhs tape into the tv? maybe it was more brown like? he has seen that in magazines before, was your labia tucked away or was it puffy and visible to the eye? the more he thought the stiffer he got, which meant a trip to the bathroom.

only thing that was heard was whining his back was sweaty pressed against the cold wood, his hand just wouldn’t stop moving. he wanted to know, he needed to know. he got you the prettiest ring in the store that very morning to propose like he promised. he felt so dirty doing this but he couldn’t lie to himself, he wanted to be inside you so bad. taste you even if he doesn’t know how, he figured you’ll at lease teach him.. right? his breathing hitched it was far from an consistent pattern. he pleaded with himself, “I need… god please forgive me- i ne- nngh”. before he knew it that ‘sinful’ substance coated his hand again. he pulled his boxers and pants back up, grabbing a towel to clean up his mess landing on the mirror this time. he ran into his brother’s room afterwards, placing each book back where it was. he felt like something was happening so he jumped back into his bedroom.

he was right his family was back home he assumed they thought he was sick sense, he did mention he was going out to get ‘some cold medicine’. his mother entered the room turning the light on, “‘michael?”. she sat onto the bed turning him over by the shoulder, “oh goodness you really are sick, you face is burning up and..”. she touched his forehead, “you’re sweating! don’t worry mother will make you soup”. she walked out the room cutting the light back off. he stared at the ceiling in disbelief of what just happened, he decided it was probably time for a long shower.

micheal was sitting on the bed of the suite. meanwhile you were panicking in the bathroom, trying to figure out what color lingerie you should wear. one was red which was one of his favorite colors.. ,but the other was purple which was also his favorite color. you huffed to yourself and just went with red. it was a teddy style lace piece, it wasn’t as sheer as the purple. once you two got off the ferris wheel and returned here, michael changed into pajamas. he was now laying across the bed, eyes shut tight trying to remember everything he took notes on and read.

you walked out the starry lit bathroom, all the lights in the room were off besides the gust of light from the moon overshadowing the floor. it was very dark but enough for you to see each other. you stood in front of michael the scent of your lotion took over his thoughts, he sat up his wide hands holding your hips. “this is beautiful”, he dragged his fingers along the lines of the lace. “you think so?.. I was so stressed in the store picking it out” he laughed. “why?”, you pouted for a brief moment looking down at the honey colored floor panel. “I didn’t think you would want me”. his brows furrowed in genuine confusion, “what?” he covered his face blushing intensely into his palms. your hand was then held up, he ran his finger across the heart shaped diamond wrapped around you.

“you’re insane, I can tell you a story of me not wanting someone”, he kissed the top of the gemstone. your face reddened at his actions, “look.. my first time, that wasn’t actually a first time! because I kinda..”. both his palms found their way onto his skin again. “god this is so embarrassing!”, you shook your head, placing your hand onto the back of his neck. “my first girlfriend I guess..? she had said all this sexual stuff on the phone and invited me over”. he sighed “so long story short I was there on the bed and um.. she started to undress the button on my top but I just covered my face”. you giggled trying to imagine this. “I just wasn’t prepared!, she left I know she probably hated me for that”. you pecked his forehead.

“well michael” you removed his hands off his face, leaning over his body with an arch in your back. the lace panties now clinging to the little major wet spot. “how do you feel now?”, he avoided eye contact his mouth was watering and dry all in one. “I.. want to see you”, you tilted your head. “see what mikey?”, your voice sounded so sweet now he had to explain himself or maybe… not? he pressed his finger above your clit. your eyes enlarged at his boldness. “oh I see”, you pulled his finger down to the wet pool on the cloth. “you want to see my pussy michael? how dirty of you” , he winced at your words too embarrassed to say anything. pulling the lace set off you let it rest onto the floor, “all yours” . he didn’t know what he was expecting, but somehow you were how he envisioned in his mind.

a wad of wetness was tangled around your outer labia, if he were to just spread it apart the hidden build up from tonight would reveal its self even more. “it’s pretty”, he got off the bed getting onto his knees. “may I?” , you nodded he held your legs apart with his hands as he smooched up and down your slit. a chain of wetness connected against his lips. “michael-“ , his doll like eyes looked up at you. he slid his mouth onto your clit, slurping you slowly yet sloppily. for this to be his first time doing this, it damn sure didn’t feel like it. “so.. hmph! good”, you practically could feel him grinning midway. a pop! sound was made as he pressed his lips away from your pussy.

he lifted you onto the bed. you straddled him as he sat down, his back against the headboard. he felt your slickness, against the fabric of his pajama pants. you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands finding their way on both sides of your ass. you two were being so messy. his tongue was taking up all your air. it felt like he was kissing you faster the more eager he got. you raised yourself back a familiar string of spit connected you both once again. “I can’t wait any longer”. you laughed getting off of him , arching yourself onto the edge of the bed. swiftly removing his pants and boxers, he was behind you rubbing his pre drenched cum tip against your entrance.

his skin prickled in heat sparks it was only a brief moment, but does this feel this warm?, “michael you can go ahead” you giggled at his hesitation. he pushed himself inside of you, you’d be the first to admit he was wide and took a little getting used to but with how much you were turned on? you truly didn’t mind one bit. “fuck”, it was such a small thing micheal cursed of course but his voice was so needy something you hadn’t heard before. he very slowly thrusted into you. “you’re so w..warm, this is so tight”, he was whining so much with every single pump. “I don’t wanna stop I can’t-“ he honestly didn’t have any thoughts in his mind only sensations. it was like the warmth of your pussy was a feeling he hadn’t felt before, but in combination with the feeling of your spongey walls? he couldn’t stop talking.

“I love your-“ he has to stop himself but he can’t what the hell is happening? , “…pussy this is so good my god- I’m s..so sorry this is so v..vulgar”. you were gripping onto the golden bedsheets for dear life, you were crying just as much as he was but for a different reason. not only were you being stretched out, but he was moving so fast and whimpering about being inside you so much. all you wanted was to hear him forever. you were so soaked and trust me you could hear it. everytime his dick pushed in all you could hear was smacking noises rutting back into you, messy globs of clear stickiness latched onto your thighs. “ you’re so hot on the inside nngh- it feels so g-good”, the bed was dipping from creaking so loud.

you were drooling onto the sheets not really having any thoughts either, a white gooey rim was frothing up. you couldn’t even protest, man… this really did feel good. michael leaned his slender body over your back kissing the top of your ear, “I know this is a lot m’sorry”. little droplets of sweat ran down the crease on your back. he was so overstimulated fucking you was starting to be too much, “I gotta.. stop before I-“. he knew cumming inside was a horrible idea so why can’t his hips stop moving? “ah! mikey.. you-“ he felt like a bee in honey, his teeth sank into your shoulder pulling himself out before you two would be having a new addition.

he rolled himself onto his back, only thing visible was stars. “mikey?”, you panted placing your hand on his chest “you okay?”. he grinned breathlessly nodding. “yes”, you bent yourself over with the little energy you had mustered up, kissing his tip until he came in your mouth. “what- oh!” he cried out softly until his cum hit the back of your throat. you collapsed onto his body, “you did amazing”. he laughed, “ I feel exhausted” the bed shifted then it REALLY shifted.

“um michael?!” he pulled you into his arms as the wood panel holding the mattress in place, hit the floor. “well so much for aftercare”, you two couldn’t stop laughing. luckily everyone working went home, so you’d have time to explain this in the morning. “how about we take a bath?” , he said between giggles you nodded holding hands as you went into the bathroom.

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Michael headcanons blurbs

As bill brays daughter.

Warnings: kissing, fem!reader, down bad Michael, set in the summer of 1975.

A/N: I swear these were supposed to be headcanons..

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ꜜ♡⃕ needy.ᐟMichael who doesn't easily take no for an answer

Hushed whispers and Michaels eager pacing, were the only audible sounds coming from your bedroom. You sat at the edge of your bed. Hands nervously picking at your nails.

"No way! This is trouble."

His pacing comes to a stop, walking over, ever so carefully. As if to not scare you away.

"I promise this'll all work out fine." he murmured, slowly grabbing a hold of your shaky hands.

Falling to his knees in front of you.

He was so close now, his sharp floral scent flowing to your nostrils.

Why'd he have to make it so hard?

"I don't care if bill doesn't approve, I wanna give you all my lovin', Is that so bad?"

"Mickey.." you whisper, flustered at the thought of something real. Not just the teasing from the Jackson brothers, nor the yearning glances you've convinced yourself to mean nothing.

But something, wholeheartedly real.

A strained groan fell from his throat "I know, I know. But I just can't help it no more.." Impulsively holding onto your face. stroking your cheek, as you lean into the palm of his hand. "Ion wanna help it."

Your lack of protest gave him the confidence to lean in, Feeling his soft lips brush yours, sent goosebumps to your skin, you shove the need for him down,

the guilt overbearing.

You leaned away hesitantly. Regret washed over Michael's face. the thought of losing you, scared him more than ignoring the love burning in his chest. "I'm- I'm sorry. Gosh I'm sorry- just tell me to stop. Please tell me to stop, so I can get over this... get over you." His voice cracked,

so whiney.

That was it. You couldn't deny yourself anymore. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips. he shifts into you, trailing his hands from your face, to the curve of your chest, and onto your hips.

"My pretty girl" Michael praises, hand resting at the low of your waist. "you don't know what you do to me." Only quiet whines escaped your mouth, buzzing with excitement at his words.

"You're mine now."

ꜜ♡⃕ smitten.ᐟMichael who overly spoils you. despite trying not to be obvious, he could never deny his girl.

"Mickeyyyy" you purred, holding up a game of twister. "Can we get this one too?" You questioned softly, although already putting said game into the cart.

"You already picked out 5 bored gam-"

Jermaine was quickly cut off.

"Of course we can." Michael blurted, interrupting Jermaine's brainless remark.

"Oh I see, my little brother's all smitten by the young lady." Jermaine chuckles, along with Jackie and Tito.

Michael couldn't help the blush creeping onto his cheeks, no way to defend himself.

"You're all annoying" you state, trying not to sink into the floor.

ꜜ♡⃕ Sneaky.ᐟclingy.ᐟ Michael who can't help but love the adrenaline of getting caught.

Makeout session in his room? He'll leave the door cracked, just enough for anyone to walk by and see exactly how close in "friendship" y'all are.

Always sneaking you away from the others, trying not to be suspicious.

You and Michael sat at the edge of the pool, legs halfway in, Cooling you down from the bright summer sun. Latoya and rebbie yelling at the boys to not get their hair wet.

"Why wear a bathing suit if you ain't gonna get in?" Randy questions innocently.

"Oh shush ran" rebbie groaned wishing she had more sisters than brothers.

Hayvenhurst, encino. Was chaotic, around this time the most.

Always some argument or gossip between the Jackson's, something gliding over your head, barely missing your face.

You loved it.

Michael looks over at you, more than once, thinking how different it'd be if they knew. maybe he'd be holding your hand, telling you how much he adored having you over, his girl. Sitting with him by the pool mindlessly.

Reading his mind, You push a wet curl out of his face

"are you thinking too hard again, Mickey?" You whisper teasingly, adding to his anguish. Michael doesn't respond, instead pushes himself up off the floor, walking towards the sliding doors, before turning to you.

"Applehead, could you help me with something in the kitchen?" the corner of his lip is already lifting into something far from innocent.

You wonder what he'll pull out of his sleeve, Slyly following him inside and towards the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" before you could ask again, his hands were already on you. Guiding you back until you hit the kitchen island, causing A shriek to escape you.

"Michael! Are you crazy?" He shushed you with his lips, you could feel him smile against you, soft giggles in-between even softer kisses. tangling your hands in his dripping curls, slowly forgetting how out in the open you both were.

Your movements are turning more, and more passionate, the smell of chlorine, surrounding you, and the marble island cold against your lower back.

"Don't you hate it?" He asked after each kiss, You almost missed what he said, too occupied to listen. "Hm?" Humming a question, he stops his movements, "I mean, don't you wish we could do this with everyone around?"

"Everyone is around" you state, looking around at the very open kitchen, with a big family like Michaels, anyone could walk by at any second.

He frowns at your sarcasm "ya know what i mean." His slender hands never leave your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles over your stomach.

"Angel face, you wouldn't be this confident around the others." He looks truly offended by that, you laugh at his attempt to convince you he's not the shy Michael you've grown to love.

"I'm quite the lady's man, ya know!" He

exclaimed

"oh really?"

"Yes! Well no, you know what I mean, if I could- no, when I can. I'll kiss you anytime and anywhere!"

Your laugh was cut off by footsteps approaching, voices getting louder and louder each step, Eyes widening at the familiar voice of your father.

Michael pushes off of you, quickly grabbing a paper towel, suddenly focused on cleaning a stubborn spot on the counter, his ears have turned completely red. Hands slightly shaky,

Oh yes, mister confident.

ꜜ♡⃕ Sneaky.ᐟclingy.ᐟ Michael who disspite the many times you've almost been caught, he'll never learn.

You had dragged your father to take Michael and you to the store, your mind set on buying way too much junk food,

"it's not a fun sleepover if you wake without a stomach ache, of course!" You blurted, stepping into the car,

Great convincing.

Michael and you both sat on a window seat,

Comfortable silence filled the car, before Michael decided he couldn't wait any longer.

Scooting closer to you every 10 seconds,

You pretend not to notice. That is, until his thigh was touching yours, he intertwines his fingers with the hand resting on your thigh.

You pray your father is as oblivious as you think he is, because you don't want to push Michael off, and you don't.

Michael looks up, making sure bill isn't glancing at the rear-view mirror, with a clear view shot of

the handholding going on with his daughter.

He's too busy driving to notice anything,

he thought, giving his focus back to you.

"Michael. Joseph. Jackson, get your paws off my daughter."

This definitely wasn't the store trip you had planned.

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First time writing fiction, probably not the best, But this blog is for shytz n gigglez.ᐟ

Lemme know if I mischaracterized anyone.

[sugarcoated-caramelmacciato]

Jermajesty Jackson x fem!reader

Relationship Headcanons

WARNINGS: Bad writing, enjoy!

・❥・you laugh around each other constantly. Stomach curdling cackles that send pain throughout your body. His laugh starts gently, soft as your laughter fills the room. It’s not until you’re rolling on the floor that he gets as hysterical as you. The littlest things become hilarious when you two are in the presence of each other.

・❥・his jackets are essentially your jackets. Your closet is filled with a variety of different colored coats as time between you two passed by. Green, blue, black, red and your ultimate favorite, his brown leather jacket. It fit around your upper body heavily. Large, but so snug. And even though Jermajesty complains to you about his dwindling number of jackets, he secretly loves that you feel so comfortable with him to the point you’re willing to wear them in the first place. Doesn’t matter if you stole them. It wasn’t until you fell asleep on his shoulder with his brown jacket enveloping you that he decided you could take anything he owned from that point forward.

・❥・His camera roll is filled with pictures he discreetly took of you. Lots of them with your bonnet sliding off your head in deep slumber. Others of you eating, on your phone, or just unironically being you. They were raw to him. His best friend and lover stuck forever in a photo he’d cherish forever. When he’d sit in his room, mind racing as he was stressed out, he’d open his camera roll and just skim through your pictures. A faint smile plastered his face as he admired you.

・❥・When Jaafars steady rise to fame came by, Jermajesty took the time to private every single photo of the two of you out of respect for your relationship and you as a person. Growing up in the most famous family in history, he knew just how berserk people got over others’ personal lives. If it was up to him, he’d show you off to the world if it meant they could see his reason for existing. But his feelings didn’t matter if your safety was compromised. He loved you dearly.

・❥・He loved listening to you rant on and on about your interests. It was like a sweet melody to his ears. In the morning, you’d talk. In the evening, you’d talk. At night, you’d talk. You’d call him at 3 in the morning just so you could tell him about the things you enjoyed. And no matter how exhausted he was, he always listened. Phone pressed to ear as he sighed at the sweet voice on the other end of his phone.

・❥・At the beginning of your relationship, he was hesitant to commit entirely to what you guys had. Scared to love you, hold you, admit that he couldn’t live without you. His previous relationship ripped a hole in his chest. The girl he thought was his world betrayed him. Cheated and bruised him entirely. Before dating you, he was scared for himself. When he saw you or heard your voice, his heart would beat restlessly. You were perfect, and that was a major problem to Jermajesty Jackson. He wanted so badly to tell you how he felt. To tell you how much your laughter kept him up at night. But every time he felt he was close, he’d freeze. The echo of an ache he wasn’t prepared to experience again felt all too fresh.

・❥・you loved resting your chin on his shoulder. Such a small gesture felt so intimate to you. Whether you were in the comfort of your own home, at his house, or in public, your head would find itself resting atop his shoulder. He’d softly laugh to himself before bringing his hand up to pet your head.

・❥・Coordinated outfits were your thing. Pajamas, formal wear, costumes, you name it. On certain days, he’d call you to ask what you were wearing for the day. What top, what bottoms, what shoes, how were you styling your hair? He dressed accordingly because he liked the idea of matching with you. It didn’t matter if you weren’t spending the day together. It was enough to know he was matching with his lover. If you were wearing a red outfit, he’d put on a red outfit.

・❥・You liked eating junk food when you weren’t around Jaafar. Chips, Cookies, fast food, soda, if it were in your proximity, it’d be eaten. Jermajesty hated your eating habits. When he’d come over to your house, he’d cook a lovely lean meal for you. Seasoned to perfection, cooked exactly how you’d want it. Sometimes it was something extreme, like pot roast, other times it was something simple, such as tacos. You treasured junk food. But the taste of your boyfriend’s food was better by a lifetime.

Wanted to do something simple since Jermajesty isn't getting enough love 💔

[yoonitoocutie]

Exhaustion

era: mature!michael x reader

summary: It's 2005 and Michael just gets back from a trial, tired and in need of relief.

warnings: established relationship, dom!mj, cock warming, spit kink (im not sorry), spanking

a/n: gonna be a dabble but kinda filthy someone asked for this 🤭

You saw the front door open as Michael's tall figure slowly peeled through the door. You immediately pout as you looked over his face, seeing tiredness in his hair, exhaustion in his eyes.

You knew he just got back from the courthouse so you expected some type of different news. Maybe they realized they were the wackos and that Michael was innocent. Without words, you placed your book down and opened your arms up. Michael smiled softly as he loosened his tie. You looked over his black attire, he looked good but maybe it wasn't the right time.

He sat down on the couch with you, pulling you on top of him as he sighed.

"They hate me, Y/n." He mumbled into your shoulder. You pout more at his words as you rubbed his hair softly, not wanting to go over his wound. "Not everyone michael, you know what they want from you..." You kiss his forehead. You've known michael for over 20 years and you've never seen him this drained. The tabloids made Michael eat less, small bags appeared under his eyes as he didn't sleep with you anymore. You look at him before rubbing his face.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he hugged you, becoming almost like the Michael you met. Very quiet and lonely. He noticed your pout as he tried to smile again. "Don't look like that... you'll end up staying like that." He spoke softly, causing you to laugh at his response.

"You still gonna stare at me?" "Of course." Michael rubbed his hands around your waist as he continued to stare. "You don't think I did anything, do you?" "Michael you're talking crazy of course not. I've literally been your girlfriend and wife for over 20 years. If anything the case would have been about me." He shook his head as he chuckled.

"I guess you're right." He looks away. You look at him before speaking again. "I think you need to get this off your mind..You look good." You smile as you keep rubbing his face, kissing him.

He hummed against your lips as he raised his hands to hold your face. He licked your bottom lip as his tongue begged for permission. You hummed as you opened your mouth more sliding your tongue out and fighting with his.

You make out with him, softly grinding against him as you felt his bulge poke your butt. Michael groaned as he kissed you harder, spit dripping from both of your mouths as he pulls away. "I don't want to fuck.." Michael whispered as he rubbed your face.

"Can I just be inside you?" He kissed your neck as you grinded against him. "What do you mean?" "I just wanna feel your warmth...'just wanna sit inside the one person who sees me in my purity."

You bit your lip to the thought, nodding as you slide your shorts off as Michael unbuckles his slacks. He pulls his dick out, hard and perfectly standing as you slide your panties to the side.

As you sat back down, he slid inside you perfectly. You always called him your match-made in heaven the way his tip just hit your gspot. You gasp softly as you took him all the way, wrapping your arms around him as you kissed him.

Michael gripped your ass as he slid his tongue into your mouth again, licking all over your mouth as his spit coated your mouth. You moaned as you swallowed his tongue almost, whining as he smacked your ass.

" 'so pretty baby, im so lucky for you." He whispered before kissing you again and again. He bit your bottom lip as he spanked you again. " 'love you so much." As he spoke, spit covered your lip. You lick over your lip before saying "I love you more." His cock twitches inside you, him looking up at you.

" 'feel so good wrapped around me.." He kissed the corner of your lips. He kissed you over and over before shifting, his cock moving deeper as you pant softly. "Michael..." You cursed under your breath as your thighs softly shook.

"Just never leave okay? You promise?" You nodded hard as you pulled him close. "I promise."

I didn't know how to end it but I hope you like this anonymous 😁.