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ᥫ᭡ MEET “FAITH”

- unapologetically black. i write for fun inconsistently. virgo. she/her. psych major. twenty. bi baddie. black writer, black reader. just a girl who fantasizes life

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greedyjudge2

let me help

black reader x jermajesty

summary: jermajesty hates it when you don't let him be chivalrous.

jermajesty was raised to be a man, a chivalrous man. opening car doors, making sure you stood on the inside of the sidewalk, pulling chairs out, etc.

he did this with everyone in his life so when he met you his brain short circuited. it was like you were always beating him to the punch. before he could even get to it you've done it already.

and it wasn't like he took all day to do the task you wanted him to do. he came to the conclusion that he'd have to personally cuss out all of your ex’s.

“i'm sorry baby, i'm just not used to someone doing it!” his face was turned in disgust. “what?! im serious the whole laying your jacket on the ground thing is new!”

he lays his hand on your mouth, “shh, you saying that is making my head hurt.” your eyebrows turn in, face scrunching to say a rebuttal. licking his palm as a gesture to unhand you. “i was young, what more do you want.”

his shoulders sink, face softened but still not letting it go. “why you chose those men is beyond comprehension right now.” he laughs softly “just let me be a man, baby.”

you tried you really did, but he had enough that night y'all went to dinner. as soon as he parked and turned the car off you were reaching for the door handle. “my nigga stop opening doors!” he playfully smacks your hand off the handle. giggling and sitting back in the seat. “damn my fault.”

opening your door he helps you out, shutting the car door and grabbing your hand to lead you into the restaurant. when you reach the door you stay beside him as he opens the door, ushering you in. kissing your temple “see that wasn't too hard now was it?”

tag: @kidsol-ar

starwhispr

moejacksonn

japinesedenim

You and Michael are so toxic together.

It didn’t start that way, of course. In the beginning, it was all soft laughs in the back of dark recording studios, late night phone calls where his voice dropped to a shy whisper, and gentle fingers tracing your jaw like you were made of glass. He was attentive. He was sweet. He made you feel like the only person in his crowded, chaotic world.

But sweetness was just the bait.

It didn't take long for the sugar to turn into poison. The gentle touches turned into tight, possessive grips on your waist whenever another man stepped too close. The sweet phone calls turned into rapid fire interrogation sessions if you didn't answer on the second ring. You gave it right back, testing his limits, pushing his buttons just to see his quiet composure break into a fiery, jealous mess. You loved knowing you had that power over him, and he loved driving you to the edge of sanity just to pull you back in.

You and Michael are soo toxic together.

The real shift happened the night he decided to test how far he could push you. After an intensely intimate night where he held you close, whispering promises of forever into your skin, Michael went completely dark.

One day turned into three, then a week, then three whole fucking weeks of absolute silence. Your calls went straight to voicemail, and his security team blocked you at the gates of the estate with practiced, cold polite excuses. You damn bear sent a Goddamn letter attached to a pigeon just to reach him. You were losing your mind, pacing the floors of your apartment, sick to your stomach.

And then came the knockout blow.

You were sitting in the dark, the glow of the TV illuminating the room, when the news broke. High definition footage flashed across the screen: Michael at an exclusive club afterparty in Los Angeles. And right beside him, practically glued to his hip, was her— Ola. the exact female he knew you despised, the one who’d been publicly throwing herself at him for months.

Michael wasn't hiding from the cameras. He was leaning into her neck, laughing at something she said, his hand resting low and firm on the small of her back. Right as the flashbulbs went off, he looked directly down the lens of the camera. He knew you were watching. It wasn't an accident; no, it was a cold, calculated punishment designed to tear your mind apart.

You and Michael are sooo toxic together.

Blinded by an icy hot mixture of rage, humiliation, and pure spite, you drove straight to the family property. You didn't care who saw you. You just wanted to burn his world to the ground.

Michael wasn't there.

But Jackie was.

Jackie was in the lounge, working on some music, completely unprepared for you to storm in looking like a gorgeous, dangerous storm. You didn't give him a chance to ask what was wrong. You walked straight up to him, the scent of your perfume overwhelming the quiet room, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down into a harsh, desperate kiss.

Jackie gasped against your mouth, his hands flying up to your shoulders to push you back, his eyes wide with shock. "Y/N—wait—what are you doing?" he managed to choke out, his voice laced with panic. "Shit, Y/N, we can't... Mike’s my baby brother, man, he’ll kill me, we can't—"

"Jackie," you whispered against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck and sliding your leg up his hip. You shushed him softly, murmuring right into his ear, "It's okay... just shut up and hold me."

Jackie groaned, his resolve (that barely existed in the first place) crumbling under the sheer weight of your persistence and the suffocating tension in the room. He didn't fight, he couldn't, his hands drop to your waist, pulling you flush against his crotch as he gave in, the betrayal sealed in the shadows of the shared home.

You and Michael are soooo toxic together.

When Michael found out, the world stopped spinning. He didn't call you to break up. He didn't send his lawyers. He showed up at your apartment like a phantom in the middle of the night, slamming the front door shut so hard the glass rattled in the frames, locking it behind him with a deafening click.

"You slept with my brother?!" Michael screamed, his voice cracking, his face flushed with a terrifying, raw rage you had never seen before. "My own fucking brother, Y/N?!"

"Oh, now you wanna talk to me?!" you yelled right back, stepping straight into his space, chest to chest, glaring up at him with tear stained eyes. "You ghost me for three fucking weeks and then parade that bitch around town for the whole world to see?!"

"So you go and give yourself to Jackie?!" he roared, grabbing a glass off the table and shattering it against the far wall. "I loved you! I gave you everything! And you destroy my family over a damn photo?!"

"You did this to yourself!" you shrieked, shoving him back with all your weight. "You play these sick, twisted ass mind games with me, Michael! You wanted a reaction? You got one! How does it feel?! Tell me how it fucking feels!"

"You're sick!" he yelled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You're fucking insane, Y/N!"

"I'm insane?! You made me like this!" you screamed, your fists grabbing the front of his jacket, pulling him down to your level. "You pushed me! Don't you dare act like the victim here!"

The shouting match was breathless, vicious, and deafening, both of you tearing into every vulnerability, every lie, and every insecurity until there was nothing left to bleed. But as you stood there, gasping for air, chest heaving against chest, the hatred in his eyes twisted into something dark, feverish, and… hungry.

Without another word, Michael's hand shot out, catching you by the back of the neck and shoving you against the wall, slamming his mouth onto yours in a brutal, desperate kiss. You bit his lip until you tasted copper, pulling his hair, fighting him and clinging to him all at once as the argument dissolved into frantic sex.

Afterward, as you both lay tangled in the dark, gasping for breath, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead, Michael rolled over and pinned you down. His hand wrapped tight around your jaw—not soft, but possessive, leaving no room for escape.

"You think you're getting away from me after this?" he whispered, his dark eyes gleaming with an eerie, unhinged certainty. "You think you can ruin me and just walk away? No. You're stuck with me forever."

He reached into his jacket pocket on the floor, pulling out a heavy velvet box, and slid a massive, blinding diamond ring onto your finger. It wasn't a proposal. It was more of a sentence.

You and Michael are SO fucking toxic together.

The wedding was the event of the century. Millions of dollars poured into every detail—a grand cathedral smothered in thousands of rare white roses, camera flashes strobing outside, high society guests and royalty filling the pews. You looked like an absolute vision walking down the long, carpeted aisle in a custom lace gown, a picture of pure, angelic elegance.

Michael stood at the altar in a tailored black suit, looking every bit the pristine, flawless superstar the world believed him to be. As your father placed your hand in his, Michael took your fingers, his grip tight enough to bruise. He smiled brilliantly for the cameras, bowing his head gracefully as the priest began the vows.

"Do you, Michael, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife..."

Michael leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear under the cover of your veil. Beneath his dazzling, camera-ready smile, his voice was a razor sharp whisper. "If you ever look at another man again, I swear to God I'll ruin your life."

You didn't flinch. You turned your head slightly, your own angelic smile fixed firmly toward him, and whispered right back into the quiet air between you. "We'll go down together, husband."

"I do," Michael said aloud, his voice rich and clear, echoing through the cathedral.

"I do," you echoed, locking your gaze with his dark, possessive eyes.

The crowd erupted into applause as he pulled you in, claiming your lips in a long, dramatic kiss for the world to see—two ruined people tied eternally together forever in a golden, beautiful cage.

just a cute lil thought

nanamiw1fe

"readers cheeks go red as she blushes" my black ass sitting over here like

Like don't play in my face

kkgalerii

late night promises — ᨳଓ .

𝜗ৎ description: when late nights and unspoken anger boil over, midnight friction turns soft, giving way to gentle worship, raw passion, and sweet reconciliation in bed.

content: 18+, smut, hatefucking???, arguing, angst, pussyeating, prone bone n missionary, established relationship, married.

𑣲. the faint, luminous green numbers on the digital nightstand clock read 1:47 AM.

you stared at them, the harsh, electronic glow burning into your eyes as you lay alone in the absolute center of the king-sized bed. the white sheets on the left side were still crisp, flat, and untouched—cool to the touch, like a physical reminder of how quiet the house had been all evening.

he promised. he had sworn over the phone at five o'clock that he’d be wrapped up by eight at the absolute latest. then eight had turned into ten, ten had bled into midnight, and now it was nearly two in the morning. this wasn't just tonight; it was every single night this month. between his grueling studio sessions for the new record, endless video rehearsals, and non-stop business meetings, you were sharing a home with a ghost. the frustration between the two of you had been building for weeks—a slow, simmering tension composed of sharp retorts, short phone calls, passive-aggressive silence, and cold, aching distance.

with a heavy, bitter sigh, you yanked the heavy comforter up over your bare shoulder, rolling over onto your side to face the window, and forced your eyes shut.

twenty minutes dragged by in total silence. then, the quiet, unmistakable click of the bedroom door lock broke the stillness.

you didn't move. you kept your breathing steady and slow, pretending to be fast asleep. you listened to the familiar, quiet rustle of his heavy leather jacket sliding off his shoulders and hitting the arm-chair in the corner. next came the faint, soft patter of his socked feet across the hardwood floor, heading straight for the adjoining bathroom. the door clicked shut, and within seconds, the steady, warm hiss of the shower echoed through the dark bedroom for a brief ten minutes.

when the bathroom door opened again, a wave of warm steam, gentle soap, and his distinct, signature cologne drifted into the bedroom air.

the mattress dipped significantly as michael climbed into bed. he didn't hesitate or keep his distance. he immediately reached across the mattress, his long, muscular arm sliding around your waist, his hand broad and warm against your midsection as he pulled your back flush against his chest. his body heat radiated off him, his damp dark curls pressing against the cool skin of the back of your neck as he buried his face deeply into the curve of your collarbone.

"baby..." michael murmured, his voice low, raspy, and thoroughly exhausted against your skin. he pressed a soft, needy kiss to the curve of your neck, his hips nudging instinctively against your rear. "i missed you so much..."

you tensed instantly. your hand came up, grabbing his forearm, and you tried to push his heavy limb off your waist with all the strength you had.

"michael, stop," you muttered, your tone laced with cold, unyielding annoyance. "i'm trying to sleep."

michael didn't pull back. he was frustrated at the moment so he was overly confident, stubborn, and completely unyielding when it came to what he wanted. instead of retreating, he tightened his grip around your midsection, pulling you even closer until there wasn't a fraction of air between your bodies. his lips dragged slowly up the sensitive side of your neck, stopping right at the shell of your ear.

"don't do that," he whispered, his breath hot and dangerous against your ear, his tone laced with a distinct, possessive edge. "don't push me away like that. i've been thinking about getting home to you all damn day."

"well, you should've come home earlier then," you snapped, your voice rising as you shoved at his hands again. "it's almost two in the morning, michael! you gave me your word. 'eight o'clock,' you said. 'i'll be home for dinner,' you said. and where were you? sitting in a studio while i waited around like an idiot!"

michael let out a heavy, frustrated breath against your shoulder, his chest expanding against your back. "i was working! you act like im out partying or running the streets with my friends! im trying to finish this record, and the mix wasn't right. i couldn't just walk out—"

"you always have an excuse!" you spat back, rolling completely onto your stomach and burying your face into the pillow, pulling the covers tight around your shoulders to wall yourself off. "it's always the mix, or the choreography, or a meeting that ran late! you don't care that im sitting here alone every single night. im tired of it, michael. im tired, and im going to sleep."

"don't you dare say i don't care!" michael raised his voice, his tone sharp and defensively laced with anger. he sat up slightly, hovering over you in the dark, his shadow blocking out the faint light from the window. "you think i want to be stuck in a hot studio for fourteen hours? i do all of this for us! i work my ass off so we can have everything, and i come home completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than to just hold my wife, and all i get from you is a cold shoulder and an attitude!"

"because you treat me like an afterthought!" you shouted into the mattress, twisting your head to glare up at him through the dark. "you call me at five to make promises you know you're not going to keep! just tell me the truth for once! tell me, 'don't wait up, i don't care about our plans.' at least then i wouldn't waste my night waiting for you!"

"i do care!" michael snapped back, his jaw clenching tightly. "i lost track of time! is that what you want to hear? i got caught up in the music! but instead of walking in this door and getting a little bit of grace or understanding from the woman i love, i get screamed at! im sick of walking on eggshells in my own bed!"

"then go sleep on the couch!" you yelled, your voice cracking with weeks of built-up hurt and exhaustion. "if it's such a chore to come home to me, go sleep in another room!"

for a second, the room fell into a suffocating, heavy silence. you could hear his ragged, furious breathing right above you. his dark eyes burned into you through the shadows, filled with a mixture of intense anger and deep, aching frustration.

he didn't leave. he didn't get up.

instead, michael let out a low, dangerous growl from the back of his throat. slowly, deliberately, he leaned all the way back down over your body, his broad chest pressing heavily against your back, trapping you beneath his weight.

"i am not going to the couch," michael growled softly near your ear, his voice dropping to a low, commanding rumble that sent an involuntary shiver straight down your spine. "this is my bed, and you are my wife. we are not doing this silent treatment bullshit tonight."

he began to trail soft, slow, but intensely deliberate kisses down the length of your spine. his lips were warm and heavy, pressing firm against the thin fabric of your nightshirt. he moved down inch by inch—first between your shoulder blades, then down to the middle of your back, traveling lower and lower until he reached the small of your back. at the same time, his large, warm hand slid beneath the edge of the comforter, his long fingers cupping the bare, soft curve of your ass, squeezing firmly.

underneath the pillow, despite the fierce anger still boiling in your chest, a slow, knowing grin spread across your face. you knew your husband. you knew how possessive and needy he got when he felt you slipping away, and despite how furious you were, your own body was betraying you, humming with a deep, electric ache.

deciding to play his game, you slowly readjusted your position. you flattened yourself entirely on your stomach, propping your left knee high up toward your chest and arching your lower back prominent, high, and tempting, pulling the hem of your shirt all the way up over your hips. it was a clear, unmistakable invitation.

"go ahead, just be gentle..." you murmured bitterly into the pillow, your voice muffled. "put me to sleep."

michael stared down at the sharp, pronounced curve of your arched hips in the dark, a low, satisfied, and slightly predatory smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"gladly, baby," he whispered smoothly.

you heard the faint, slow shuffling of him shifting his weight between your spread legs, followed by the soft rustle of his silk pajama pants being pushed down his thighs. a fraction of a second later, the cool night air hit your exposed skin as his broad hands reached down, grabbing the waistband of your underwear and pulling it down to your knees in one fluid motion.

before your brain could even process the sudden exposure, the wet, scalding pressure of his tongue made direct, firm contact with your core.

"ah!" you gasped into the mattress, your fingers instantly digging deep into the soft bedsheets.

michael didn't ease into it. he parted your slick folds effortlessly, his tongue working in deep, frantic, desperate licks, lapping at your wetness like a man dying of thirst. he hooked his broad hands firmly underneath your thighs, hoisting your arched hips even higher off the mattress, eating you out with a fierce, relentless rhythm. the intense combination of his hot breath, the heavy suction of his lips, and the precise, rhythmic flicking of his tongue against your swollen button had your hips twitching involuntarily against his face.

"m-michael..." you whined, your anger rapidly dissolving into a hazy, liquid heat that flooded your entire lower belly.

he didn't answer you with words, only letting out a low, muffled groan directly against your core, his licks growing faster, deeper, and harder until your entire body went completely taut. a sudden, violent wave of pure pleasure crashed through you, and you bucked your hips helplessly against his mouth, crying out softly into the pillow as a sharp, intense orgasm tore through your frame.

you lay there panting heavily, your body trembling from the sudden release, your muscles completely loose. you genuinely thought he was done—that he would crawl back up the bed, pull you tightly into his arms, kiss the back of your neck, and finally let you drift off to sleep like you had asked.

instead, you felt the heavy, rigid, blistering length of his bare shaft press firmly against your dripping entrance.

without a single second of warning, michael lined himself up and drove all the way into you in one long, powerful, unyielding stroke.

"ah! michael, wait—!" you shrieked, your eyes flying wide open in the dark.

he didn't wait. propped up high on his knees directly over you, he began to fuck into you deeply, heavily, and rapidly, his pace fast, heavy, and completely uncompromising. the wooden bed frame groaned under the sudden, forceful impact of his hips slamming against yours.

"michael, slow down!" you cried out, trying to push your hands against the mattress to slide your body forward and break the terrifying angle. "i said be gentle!"

before you could move an inch, michael's large, broad hand came down, wrapping gently but firmly around the back of your head, pressing your face down flat into the soft pillow, pinning you in place so you couldn't turn or escape his gaze.

"shh," michael growled softly against the shell of your ear, his voice deeper, darker, and far more dominant than you had ever heard it before, his hips slamming forcefully into yours without a second's rest. "you're supposed to be asleep, remember? let me handle this."

the sheer, unadulterated boldness of it made a fresh wave of genuine anger flare back up through the intense pleasure. you tried to thrash your lower body under his heavy grip, cursing at him furiously into the mattress. "you fucking asshole! you come home late as hell, keep me up half the night, and now you won't even listen to me—you don't get to be mad at me for being pissed at you!"

michael paused his rapid thrusting for a fraction of a second, his heavy grip on your head remaining rock-solid as he began to grind his hips in an agonizingly slow, agonizingly deep circle, burying himself to the absolute hilt before pulling back out to the very tip.

"im not mad, baby," michael fussed back, his voice thick with raw emotion, lust, and exhaustion as he began to drive back into you with a heavy, deliberate, punishing rhythm. "but you know how my schedule is! you know im working myself to the absolute bone right now, and i come home just wanting to love my wife, and you turn your back on me! i wish you'd just understand that for once!"

"i do understand, but you promised me—oh god—!"

your words were completely cut off as his angle shifted slightly. with your lower back arched high and your face pinned flat, every single deep, grinding thrust hit your sweet spot with terrifying, relentless accuracy. it was driving you out of your mind. you were angry, exhausted, and completely overwhelmed by how impossibly good he felt filling you up.

unable to take the intense sensory overload, you tried to leap forward, attempting to scramble out underneath from his heavy frame.

michael's dark eyes narrowed in the dark. he immediately released his grip on your head, his large hands reaching down to forcefully grab both sides of your hips. with a sudden display of strength that took your breath away, he yanked your hips backward with absolute authority, slamming your core right back onto his waiting length.

"where the hell do you think you're going?" michael breathed heavily, his broad chest heaving as he held you pinned tightly against his groin. "you wanna get mad? you wanna throw a fit? then fuck back! put all that damn attitude into this!"

the explicit challenge hung heavy in the warm, dark air. you gripped the sheets with both hands, a fierce, burning determination taking over your senses, and you began to thrust your hips backward onto him, meeting his force with equal, aggressive energy. you slammed back into his rhythm, using all your frustration, your loneliness, and your aching desire to drive the punishing pace.

"yeah... just like that," michael groaned loudly, his voice breaking as the friction intensified to a blistering heat. "fuck... baby, yes!"

it felt incredible. the raw, suffocating tension that had built up over endless weeks of missed dinners, short phone calls, cold arguments, and lonely nights was finally breaking apart, exploding into a passionate, chaotic rhythm.

michael's hand slid up from your hip, his long, delicate fingers gently wrapping around the front of your neck—not to choke you, but to anchor you, holding your upper body up off the bed slightly as he met every single one of your backward thrusts with a punishing, upward stroke of his own.

"michael... oh god, michael!" you moaned loudly, completely abandoning any attempt to be quiet or reserved.

"don't stop... don't you dare stop now," michael begged, his voice raw, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps against your ear. "keep going for me, baby... give it all to me."

"im—im gonna make a mess, mikey, i can't hold it—!" you sobbed out, feeling the telltale, overwhelming pressure building rapidly at the base of your spine.

"do it!" michael ordered, his thrusts becoming completely wild, desperate, and undisciplined. "let it out! make a mess all over the sheets, i don't care, just give it all to me!"

you both fucked like wild animals, completely lost to the rhythm and each other. your body hit the peak first; a violent, trembling wave surged through your core, and you squirted wildly across the sheets beneath you, your entire frame shaking as a loud, breathless scream tore from your throat.

despite your intense release, michael didn't stop. he kept pounding relentlessly into your slick, hypersensitive core, his thrusts rough and unrelenting as he aggressively chased his own climax.

the intense overstimulation became too much to bear. hot tears gathered at the corners of your eyes from the sheer power of the sensation.

"mikey... mikey, please—" you whimpered, finally pushing out from his broad grip on your neck and burying your face back deep into the soaked pillow, trying to hide from the overwhelming pleasure.

michael instantly noticed the sudden change in your tone. he saw your shoulders trembling and heard the soft, overwhelmed sob escape your lips.

his rough, aggressive demeanor evaporated in a single second.

"oh, baby... shh, look at me," michael whispered, his voice dripping with sudden, tender remorse.

instead of just lying over your back, he gently pulled his length out for a split second and rolled over onto his back. before you could pull away or hide back in the covers, his long, broad arms reached out, catching your waist and effortlessly turning you around to face him. he hooked your top leg high over his hip, pulling you up until your chest was resting against his, straddling him in the dark.

slowly, carefully, michael guided his rigid length back into your slick core from beneath, sliding all the way in until his hips were flush against yours.

you gasped softly at the sudden, complete change in view. the stark contrast of being face-to-face, looking directly into his dark, expressive eyes through the dim green light of the room, made your heart hit your ribs.

"i've got you... im right here," michael cooed softly, his long fingers coming up to frame your face, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tears on your cheek. he didn't pound into you anymore; instead, he began a slow, continuous, agonizingly sweet upward grind, rolling his hips up into yours in a gentle, seamless rhythm that filled you completely. "im so sorry, baby. im so sorry for coming home so late... and for being so rough when all you wanted was rest."

"mikey..." you breathed, your hands coming up to rest flat against his warm, bare chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thudding of his heart beneath your palms. "it just... it hurts when you're gone all the time. i miss you so much it makes me angry."

"i know... god, i know, mama," michael murmured, his voice breaking slightly as he lifted his head to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. his tongue slipped gently into your mouth, tasting you, taking his time to savor every slow, deep movement. his hips never stopped that slow, intoxicating grind beneath you. "i miss you every single second im away from this house. do you remember last summer? when we shut off all the phones, stayed in bed for three days straight, and just ordered takeout and laughed until our stomachs hurt?"

a soft, breathy chuckle escaped your lips against his mouth, a fresh wave of warmth blooming in your chest. "yeah... i remember."

"that's what i miss every day," he whispered, pressing sweet, peppering kisses along your jawline, down your neck, and right over your collarbone. "every time im sitting in that studio or stuck in those meetings, all im thinking about is getting back here... getting back to my girl. to my babygirl. im giving you everything you've been missing tonight, i promise you."

he lifted his hand to cup your cheek, his long, delicate fingers tracing the soft curve of your cheekbone. as his hips kept up that steady, excruciatingly deep upward roll, his dark eyes fixed entirely on your face, analyzing every single shift in your expression.

he watched the way your eyelids fluttered heavy and low, the way your lips parted to let out small, trembling gasps, and the flush creeping up your throat.

"look at you..." michael purred, his voice dropping to a low, raspy velvet that vibrated directly against your skin. "you're getting so soft for me now, aren't you? look at me, babygirl. keep those pretty eyes right on mine."

you forced your heavy gaze to meet his. the sheer intensity of his stare was intoxicating—full of pure, unadulterated worship, deep love, and a raw, sexual hunger that made your core pulse tightly around him.

"that's it, mama... just like that," michael whispered, his thumb lightly brushing across your bottom lip as his hips rolled deeper, hitting that exact spot inside you with agonizing perfection. "i can feel you tightening up around me... you're so close, aren't you?"

"mikey... yes," you whimpered, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as the tension began to coil tightly at the base of your spine again—only this time, it was pure, unadulterated bliss. "im gonna... oh god..."

"don't look away, baby. let me watch you," michael commanded gently, his eyes wide and locked onto yours, reading every subtle flicker of pleasure on your face. he speeded his upward grind just a fraction, keeping it smooth, deep, and continuous. "give it to me, mama. let me see how good your husband makes you feel. cum for me... right now."

watching his dark eyes burn into yours while he spoke those sweet, possessive words drove you straight over the edge. you let out a long, desperate moan, your walls clamping down around his shaft in a violent, hot, shattering climax.

michael didn't break eye contact for a single second as you came. he watched your eyes roll back, your jaw drop, and your throat strain with pleasure, a low, triumphant groan escaping his own chest.

"yeah... that's my girl," he growled softly, pulling your head down to capture your lips in a deep, wet, passionate kiss. his hips drove up into you with three hard, final, overflowing thrusts, and with a guttural groan against your tongue, michael spilled hot and deep inside of you, pouring everything he had left into your core.

when the intense pulses finally began to settle, michael didn't pull back or break the connection. he kept his length buried deep within you, wrapping both of his long, strong arms tightly around your waist and pulling your body flush against his chest.

he rolled slightly to the side, cradling you close so you wouldn't take his weight, but keeping your legs tangled together. his face was buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your damp skin as he stroked your hair with gentle, reverent fingers.

"im never letting you go," michael whispered softly into your skin, his voice thick with deep satisfaction and total exhaustion. "i love you so much, babygirl. it's always you and me."

you nestled deeper into his warmth, your fingers tracing soft patterns over his bare chest, finally feeling completely at peace in his arms. "i love you too, mikey."

for a long time, the only sound in the room was the peaceful rhythm of your shared breathing. the heavy, chaotic anger from earlier had completely vanished, replaced by an easy, quiet warmth.

michael reached up with one hand, his fingers tangling gently into your curls to brush a few stray dark strands away from your forehead. he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, then to the tip of your nose, making you giggle softly in the dark.

"hey," michael murmured, a tender, dimpled smile spreading across his face as he looked down at you. "i mean it... tomorrow, no studio. no meetings. im canceling everything. just you and me all day."

you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow playfully. "really? you're gonna tell frank you can't come in because you have to stay home with your wife?"

"i'll tell him whatever i want," michael said with a smooth, confident grin, his thumb gently rubbing your bottom lip. "im the boss. and right now, my only job is right here in this bed."

you smiled, leaning up to press a sweet, quiet kiss to his lips. "okay... i'll hold you to that, mikey."

"good," he whispered, pulling the heavy comforter all the way up over both of your shoulders, tucking you tightly against his side like a precious treasure. "now go to sleep, baby. i've got you."

you rested your head over his heart, listening to its steady, strong beat, and within minutes, wrapped up securely in his arms, you both drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

me minding my black business when it comes to this jermajesty shit

#fai speaks ✧˖°.#jermajesty jackson x reader

syrndollie

just a tiny thought, nun major (18+)

the movie you two put on for movie night wasn’t even thirty minutes in, and Jermajesty had you face down, ass up on the bed. He was resting up against the headboard while his arms were wrapped around your thighs, burying himself deeper into your puffy folds that were drenched with your arousal—you couldn’t do anything but let out incoherent babbles and short, breathy moans as he slurped his life away, lapping up your juices, whining at your taste.

each time you made a weak attempt to move your hips up to get away from the stimulating pleasure, Jermajesty would snatch you back, his grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you closer to his face to the point that his lower half of his face and the tip of his nose was completely soaked. “keep still for me mama.” his words were muffled as his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, applying light suction—the vibrations and the pressure on your clit made your nerves tingle, a loud whine ripping from your mouth.

to stimulate things even more, he slowly started moving your hips back and forth, his nose brushing up against your clit as he sloppily made out with your pussy—your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head, soft cries spilling from your lips; you could only lie flat on the bed, taking everything Jermajesty gave you.

jermajesty is a certified eater and yall can’t tell me differently..

megsnotokay

𝓁ove 𝒹rug

⋮ ✶┆what was supposed to be a sweet movie night between friends turns into… something else entirely.

⋮ ✶┆ 𝒻. black reader x best friend!michael j. | smut mdni. aphrodisiac. loss of control. marathon sex. he’s technically drugged : everyone is consenting. marking. softdom!mike?. dry humping but it’s not dry at all. pining. unprotected sex. p in v. thigh fixation. pussy drunk. just lost in it really. dirty talk. lot of cum. lots of nicknames incl mama cuz I love it. circa 1979. valentines came early. purity police might execute me for this one. wc. 6K

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mikaylajacksonnn

my exact reaction to accidentally refreshing my page and losing the fic i was reading..

then i look for it and can’t find it ANYWHERE.

youluvyanni

calling on you

summary: just a smutty booty call fic

contains: 18+, mdni!, p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, size kink if you squint, big dick randy, fwb, verydom randy

notes: “ppl writing them toxic fics abt the wrong brother” @jermajestysbaby after seeing Randy Jrs tweets

earlier in the day you posted a risqué picture of yourself on your instagram story and of course everyone liked it and filled your dms with compliments, fire emojis, and thirsty desperate men but you were waiting for a certain someone to see it…Randy

you said in bed doomscrolling on tiktok when your phone vibrates in your hand, you look at the notification and a very pleased smirk comes across your face

rjacksonjr liked your story

suddenly a call came to your phone showing the contact “rj” your smirk grew wider

“got his ass”

…

a knock was heard at the door and you walked towards it, your house shows making noise skidding across the floor

you untied your robe and then opened your front door and there he ways

“long time no see” you purred, leaning against the doorframe, he looked down at you and bit his bottom lip “hey stranger” he murmured, taking a slow step past you and into the apartment

“how you been?” you asked closing the door and leaning your back against it, he stood in front of you, his hands in his pockets “good, you?” he replied

the two of you stared at each before crashing your lips together, you wrapped your arms around your neck and he lifted you off your feet

…

“fuck Randyyy!”

you screamed into the pillow Randy had your face pinned against

his fingers were tangled deep in your hair, holding your head firmly in place, while his other hand pressed heavy against the small of your back, holding your hips perfectly pinned beneath him as he repeatedly pounded into you from behind

the heavy sound of skin slapping against skin and his ragged breath filled the dimly lit bedroom

“ss’good fuck!” you gasped out, grabbing the sheets tightly in both fists

“you knew exactly what you were doing when you put that post up, didn't you?” Randy huffed, skin slick with sweat as the bed frame creaked in time with every deep, heavy thrust

“maybe...” you gasped out, barely able to form words over the intense sensation filling you up

“maybe’ my ass” he muttered, letting out a sharp breath as he pulled out just to thrust even deeper, hitting that exact spot that made your thighs tremble uncontrollably “you wanted me right here, say it”

“Randy—“

“say it” he commanded, burying his dick deep inside you, kissing your cervix and then rolling his hips

“wanted you” you cried out, repeatedly curling your toes “i wanted you right here—fuck!”

hearing you admit it broke whatever restraint he had left, speeding up into a furious, unyielding pace his fingers bit into your hips, holding you pinned right where he wanted

“you like playing games, huh” Randy rasped out, his chest as he pulled out just enough to reposition, he grabbed you by the hips, flipped you onto your back, and dragged you down to the edge of the bed

he hoisted your legs up, throwing them over his broad shoulders, he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, locking them against the mattress

“Randy—“ “hold on” he groaned, staring down at you with blown out pupils

he slammed back into you, filling you completely in one hard thrust. you let out a loud, high pitched gasp, your toes curling as he set a rapid pace

“look at me” he commanded, his voice tight with exertion

you forced your eyes open, breathless and dizzy, instantly locking onto his gaze. Randy’s face was flush with heat, he relentlessly pounded into you, driving you deeper into the mattress with every stroke. the bed frame frantically rocking and squeaking

“you wanted to show off for the internet?” he muttered, his thumb tracing over your wrist as he kept you pinned, his thrusts turning fast and short “you think any of those soft-ass niggas in your dms could fuck you like this?”

“No— fuck, Randy, no!” you cried out, your back arching off the bed as your vision blurred. you couldn't even keep your hips still, every time you tried to pull back he used his grip on your legs to pull you right back down onto him

“that’s it…take that shit” he grunted, feeling your inner muscles clamp down tightly around him. he let go of your wrists, slamming both palms flat on either side of your head as he picked up the pace, driving you straight over the edge into a breathless, trembling finish

“oh my god! Randy! please!”

you couldn't even finish the sentence before he set a brand new pace. he hooked his arms beneath your knees, shoving your legs straight up into the air and folding you completely in half, letting him drive deeper than before, hitting that sensitive spot with accuracy that made your whole body shudder

“please what?” he said, staring down at you as he pounded flush against you “you thought we were finished?”

a loud, piercing scream tore from your throat as another intense wave of pleasure surged through you. you reached up desperately, your fingers digging deep into the muscles of his back, your nails dragging down his warm, sweat slick skin

Randy grunted at the sting, his jaw clenching tightly as the pain only seemed to fuel him, driving his hips forward with even more force

“fuck you’re so tight” he rasped out, his chest heaving as he held your legs pinned high in the air, using the leverage to completely run through you

“oh my god you’re fucking so good” you sobbed out, your voice raspy and broken as your head thrashed against the pillows. you couldn't stop the sharp red lines your nails were leaving down his shoulders, but he didn't care, he just tightened his grip, keeping you locked in place

every time you thought you reached your limit, he pushed you past it, the relentless rhythm driving you completely out of your mind until you were clutching onto his back for dear life, screaming and sobbing his name

“don't stop— Randy! fuck! don't stop!”

your nails dug deeper into the meat of his back, drawing dark red lines down his shoulder blades, but the pain only made him snap. Randy let out a rough, guttural growl, his teeth grazing over the curve of your neck as he buried his face into your skin, his hips snapping forward in a fast, frantic rhythm that didn't leave room for you to catch a single breath

your legs were trembling high in the air, held fast by his broad shoulders, your hips rising off the mattress to meet every single heavy, slick thrust

the force of him was relentless, running straight through you until your vision blurred with tears and all you could do was clutch his back and scream his name

you felt the tight, overwhelming coil build in your stomach all over again…harder, hotter, completely out of control

“Randy— I'm gonna—“

“go ahead” he grunted, his fingers digging into your thighs, locking you down “cum on my dick”

your body completely gave in, your inner walls clamping down and throbbing on on his dick in violent, shivering waves

feeling you cum completely undone around him broke whatever thread of restraint Randy had left. he let out a low, heavy groan, and pinned himself against you as his own body went rigid, spilling all his warm cum himself inside you while you both clung to each other

…

“hold still damnit”

you were sitting crisscross on the edge of the sink, in Randy’s oversized shirt. Randy sat on the closed toilet lid in front of you, his back turned, shoulders slouched forward as he rested his elbows on his knees

“i am holding still” Randy grumbled, though his back muscles were flexed tight

you gently dabbed cold water and antibacterial soap over the red lines crisscrossing his shoulder blades. the moment the cloth hit the fresh scratches, Randy flinched, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his teeth as his shoulders jerked upward

“stop moving” you whispered, trying not to smile as you pressed the cloth down again “you weren’t complaining thirty minutes ago”

“thirty minutes ago you weren't trying to skin me” he muttered, turning his head slightly to glare at you over his shoulder “look at what you did to me woman” “you asked for it” you pointed out, wiping the cloth down to his lower back

he stayed quiet for a moment, letting the warmth of the washcloth soothe the sting, before leaning his head back until it rested against your hip and tilting his face up to look at you “next time, keep your hands on the sheets”

you smirked, running a thumb over his jawline

“whatever”

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl @mikaylajacksonnn @callmelyriic @sintizc @whyxo @loluaintvalentine @heartstofiiveunknownn @sayyoulovemeziya @syrndollie @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @angelfacediary @mikedotorg @mikesfaveater @kissmyglxck @sqrixm

mikesfaveater

Overly Sexy

Jaafar J. x Black Reader

a/n : just a small blurb

“Oh, my god…” you murmured under your breath, currently scrolling through new pictures of your man on Twitter.

Jaafar sat right next to you, completely unaware of what you were looking at. Your thumb moved rapidly across the screen as you liked and saved every single post you saw of him.

His goatee had slowly been growing in, though you had barely noticed it until now. But you knew why it was.

Between the chaos of your schedule and being completely consumed by work lately, time had just slipped right past you.

The times you had come home completely exhausted, stressed, and over it all—your boo always came through to save the day. Even when he was running on fumes and feeling the exact same way, he never slacked on taking care of you.

Lifting your gaze, you finally looked away from your phone and over at him. That was when it really registered the thick, dark hairs framing his lower face, catching the light as his strong jawline flexed. It gave him a whole new level of grown-man look that made your chest tighten.

Reaching out, you grabbed his chin, firmly turning his head toward you so he had no choice but to look at you. Jaafar blinked, looking at you in pure confusion with both brows furrowed.

“Bae, when did you grow this?” you asked, a slow smile pulling at the corners of your lips.

“What do you mean?”

“Baby, this hair on your face. When did this even happen?” Your head cocked to the side playfully, making Jaafar let out a soft laugh.

“Oh, I noticed it a few days ago,” he shrugged. Your fingers naturally rubbed against his chin, the coarse stubble pleasantly tickling your skin.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“No… I wasn’t even planning on keeping it,” his voice dropped into a casual, duh tone.

“But whyyy? You look so sexy with it,” you dragged out the ‘y’, leaning in just a fraction closer.

Jaafar’s face immediately lit up, a sudden, bright smile breaking across his features. “You want me to keep it?”

“Duh, i wanna rub more than my hands on your face” you smirked making jaafar shuffle out a laugh.

“Baby!”

“i’m so serious, you look fine as fuck”

Jaafar locked eyes with you, searching your expression for any sign that you were just playing with him. Seeing that you were dead serious, he finally leaned in, capturing your lips in a warm, lingering kiss.

“Ok, pretty. I’ll keep it just for you.”

You smiled wide, your hand drifting up to play with your sew-in as your tongue ran across your top teeth, feeling the lingering thrill of the moment.

“Good,” you nodded, picking your phone back up. The second the screen unlocked, another breathtaking picture of him stared right back at you, making you practically moan out loud.

“I’ll be right back” you stood up making jaafar snap his head towards you with a raised brow.

“where you going?” he asked as his eyes followed your figure down the long hallway.

“To masturbate!”

ang9lic

pov: you just can’t resist taking pictures of your boyfriend

honeysmoonave

childhood bsf!reader taking endless pictures of Michael for “memories” but really she just wants to capture how handsome she thinks he looks in the moment 🤭 ♡ afterwards he gets so flustered, attempting to hide how smitten he is, he always nags you about how terrible he must look only to be met with “oh you hush, michael joseph jackson.”

just a thought…

yk what? at least djed video includes a luh bit of his wallowing! i can’t waitttt for these post casa convos fr! also my girl mari really won me this ep idk how to explain it

exactly, he knows where he went wrong at! mari is also loosely inspired off of my own friend amari lmao. i’m glad yall are having so much fun reading cus im having so much fun writing it!

#fai speaks ✧˖°.

cvntclip

9 people you want to get to know better!

tagged by @atlantidea thank you & lets pretend i saw the tag months ago <3 reading: old man and the sea but also wuthering heights (they're both kinda meh but im not finished yet so my opinion might change later)

last series: outlander s3 (this show pisses me off so bad but i do enjoy seeing jamie

last movie: pillion

last song: we're almost there by michael jackson

sweet or salty: sweet

coffee or tea: tea

working on: crochet hand warmers

no pressure tags: @jerseybumpkin @lunarsmochii @gothicmj @fridays13th @cassette-dream @belhead @crls4mygrls @theschnoz @shrimpdealer <33

belhead

thank u for the tag angel

reading: rereading ‘moonwalker’, and starting ‘the gold cadillac’ by mildred d. taylor for uni

last series: twin peaks, season 2

last movie: rush hour (1998)

last song: a hard day’s night - the beatles

sweet or salty: salty

coffee or tea: coffee

working on: designing/decorating my apartment!

npt: @neverstreett @j3nnyluvscupc4k3s @humnnatur

j3nnyluvscupc4k3s

thank you for tagging me!!🤍🤍

reading: moonwalker and i also started frankenstein and dracula.

last series: peaky blinders s2.

last movie: creep 2(i just finished it lol)

last song: somebody’s watching me-rockwell.

sweet or salty: depends on the mood but rn salty.

coffee or tea: i love both but i mostly drink coffee😭.

working on: idk,finishing my fics that i’ll probably delete later.

random tags: @g0ttheh0ts4mj @neverstreett @ang9lic @pytarchive @deletedkisses

g0ttheh0ts4mj

Ahh thank u so much for the tagg ❤️🤗

Reading: started the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Last Series: Breaking Bad

Last Movie: Nirvanna the band the show the movie

Last Song: Shining Star by Earth Wind and Fire

Sweet or Salty: I have a bad sweet tooth

Coffee or Tea: coffee everyday

Working On: nothing super creative, I’m working on finding a better job so I can move out!

Random tags: @starwhispr @cillianmurphyapologist @impala04 @darkskindolll67 @highoffrain

starwhispr

thank you sm for tagging me awhh<3

Reading: A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle

Last series: i actually haven’t watched one in so long 😭 (recommendations plsss)

Last movie: The Last House

Last song: Never Can Say Goodbye by The Jackson 5

Sweet or Salty: sweeeet

Coffee or Tea: tea

Working on: my character for our end of year theater play

tags: @sweetboymj @korikake @unbreakablemike @melzy10 @yourlove7 @spicyguerillapower @losttdreams aaand idk who else to tag 😭

yourlove7

thank you for the tag lovey

reading: new moon by stephenie meyer

last series: the umbrella academy

last movie: scream 3

last song: butterflies— mj

sweet or salty: salty

coffee or tea: coffee girly

working on: a situationship w/ jaafar fic + a short oneshot of otw!michael

tags: @blkkbratt @sunsetdrvr @kissmyglxck @dreamylace @cherrishkissed @angelfacediary

kissmyglxck

🪽— mwah! Ty for the tag stinkie!

reading : something about michael

last series : hollywood

last movie : spider man brand new day

last song : Even Though You’re Gone - The Jackson’s

sweet or salty : sweet

working on : college au fic with Jermajesty + debating on michael fics

kisses :: @ebvnydesires @angelfacediary @jsgoodfriends @jks-luvr @pvtypyt @enjoyherself @strangerexee @pinkaronii @multifandomposts-blog

angelfacediary

Thank you for tagging me boo ! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Reading : whatever fanfics on the Michael tag

Last series : the whole madea series 😭

Last movie : why did I get married too?

Last song : All I do is think of you by j5

Salty or sweet : sweet !

Working on : Hella requests at the same time LMAOOO

@swavydadon @vhsbliss @orangecatauthor @plan3tch1ld

vhsbliss

thank you cutie👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

reading: anything and everything about michael

last series: Law & Order: SVU

last movie: spider-man: brand new day

last song: awkward by SZA

salty or sweet: sweet 🍨

working on: michaels girlfriend!reader x janet (platonic) - you do her nails

lovelies: @cupidslyrics @faiology @miratate @szalipcombo

faiology

i love these trends, ty for the tag lovey 💋

reading: i actually just finished ‘so this is love by miyeko may’

last series: girlfriends

last movie: 72 hrs

last song: sierra leone

salty or sweet: sweet, always.

working on: something with bad era michael, my djed spence series, and whatever random thoughts i get at 3 am lol

🏷️ @siighrns @plan3tch1ld @king-mila @ebvnydesires

fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression

he doesn’t even go here-michael jackson

tag list🏷️: @kitty-trash @kbrookery @sadieisagoodgirl @pixieelixer-24 @lovenote777 @britbrat6501 @sugarysweetooth @missharper33 @boomclapxox @justachocolatepyt @kenkenstrawberries @sabbiabbydabbywabbie @bigsisbria @one-celestial-being @cinnamoncunt @burrowsbaddie0609 @cotercat @n1yahsposts @nstosmmr @thatssonanii @crazylady20 @youluvyanni @simply-lovley44 @divinewhimsicalprincess @xoxogossipgirl02 @dollthoughtz @niyahctrl @star-gurl4life @slickdickwitchbitchh @finalfangirl3 @blkkbratt @myxstrx @unseenleylinesecret @rlanar @vict-oryy @tojiswifeforlife @gingerrsnapp @pinkgangstaa @nuhveah @tkoletsbeheros @givein2mike @sintizc @mikaylajacksonnn @ykvixen @esioleren @flygirlarchivee @uh444 @msdollfacee @felince143 @mrsjacks0nn

warnings: none, just pure fluff.

synopsis: your boyfriend has never seen mean girls. it’s only right that you force him to watch it.

word count: 700

“c’mon babe, i’m ready to press play,” you called out to michael from the living room of your shared home.

“i’m coming jeez, making the perfect bowl of popcorn takes time you know, it’s a science to it,” he chuckles as he plops down next to you on the sofa, placing the red bowl filled with popcorn onto your lap.

you giggled as he pressed his soft lips against your cheek before taking a handful of popcorn into his mouth as you pressed play on the remote.

it was friday night, no kids, no noise, just you and michael. since it was rare to have a night to yourselves, you and michael decided to have a movie night.

“what movie did you pick mama?”

“one of the best movies of this year, mean girls.”

“ can’t be that good, don’t think i’ve seen it.”

your mouth was left agape. how dare he?mean girls was one of the best chick flicks of all time.

on wednesdays we wear pink? get in loser, we’re going shopping? stop trying to make fetch happen? she doesn’t even go here?

he had to be joking.

“babe, you’ve seriously never seen mean girls?”

“what’s the big deal,” he chuckled at your dramatic response. you rolled your eyes as the two of you snuggled up against each other as the movie began.

“gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen! it’s not going to happen!” you chuckled as you watched regina argue with gretchen.

“oh my gosh, she’s so mean i hate her,” you heard michael murmur under his breath as his eyes watched the tv screen intensely.

“hate all you want, you can’t deny how iconic she is.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“regina wait i didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“to find out that everyone hates me i don’t care.”

“oh my gosh mikey wake up this is the best part,” you nudged his shoulder, making him pop his head back up and focus on the television.

“i wasn’t sleep, i was just resting my eyes.”

“do you know what everyone says about you? they say that you’re a homeschooled jungle freak, who’s a less hot version of me. yeah.”

you watched his hands cover his mouth as a loud gasp left his lips as he watched regina get hit by the bus. he grabbed the remote from you and immediately paused it.

“oh my goodness, i know she was mean but they didn’t have to kill her.”

you couldn’t help but to bust out laughing. michael watched in awe as you clutched your stomach in between giggles.

“mikey, babe, she’s not dead.”

“what do you mean she’s not dead. she just got hit by a bus, like a whole bus.” his eyebrows furrowed, face full of concern and confusion.

“baby, we have to finish the movie,” you managed to say as you wiped the tears that were about to fall from your eyes from laughing so hard.

he hesitated at first but pressed the black play button that sat at the top of the remote. a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw her reappear on the screen moments later.

you rested your head against his shoulder, his arm snaked around your body, hand resting on your bottom.

every so often, you’d sneak a glance up at him, the way his eyes were glued to the television, studying each character like a test. this go round even laughing at the jokes and innuendos throughout the last few moments of the film. you sat up as the end credits began to roll.

“so, what did you think?”

“it was surprisingly good. at first i thought it was just the plastics that were the mean girls but then it dawned on me that every girl in the movie was kinda fake.”

your eyes lit up with excitement.

“exactly babe. see, i knew you would love it.”

“so i guess we’ll have to start wearing pink wednesdays now, huh?”

you cupped his face in your hands, locking your lips with his.

“okay, now should we watch waiting to exhale or legally blonde?”

“waiting to exhale.”

“smart man.”

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