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jackieeeeeeuhhh do you need a controversially young womannnnnuhhh yes or nooooouh
distant lover-jaafar jackson
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warnings: angst,cursing,mentions of alcohol. i think that’s everything.
word count: 1000
author’s note: i hope you guys enjoy, this is my first time writing for jaafar and my first full angsty fic.
you watched as your phone lit up,jaafar’s picture and contact name flashing across the screen. you gulped down the rest of the red wine that stained the glass before placing it down in the living room ottoman in front of you, eyes darting back to the repeat episode of real housewives of atlanta.
it was the third phone call in a row from your fiancé that you ignored. your heart ached at the current state of your relationship, concerned about the future.
it didn’t always start out like this. you and jaafar started off as best friends, meeting during freshman year of high school. by the time the end of freshman year rolled around, the two of you were practically conjoined at the hip.
after spending so much time with one another, the two of you had caught feelings for each other, but were too scared to tell the other.
it wasn’t until four years ago, his father came into the kitchen while the two of you were baking cookies with each other, saying “i don’t know why the two of you act like y’all aren’t in love with each other, only ones who can’t see it is y’all two.”
after his father’s remarks, the two of you had an awkward but well needed heart to heart, both of you confessing the mutual love for each other.
a year ago, jaafar decided to surprise you and pop the big question, of course you said yes. jaafar was the man of your dreams.
in 2023, jaafar found out that he was casted to play his uncle in the upcoming biopic. as excited as you were for your man, anxiety plagued your mind. he would be away from you for a long time.
luckily he didn’t take after the cheating spirit that possessed his father and some of his uncles, so you never had to worry about another woman in the picture.
but with him filming and the constant press runs, and interviews that would come after would place a strain on you two. jaafar reassured you that he would do his best to make sure nothing came in between the two of you.
three years later and his words felt like they were just broken promises. it felt like every time you thought you had him to yourself, it was swept from under your feet like a rug.
this week’s broken promise: you and jaafar were scheduled to sit down with the wedding coordinator to finalize the venue and how you wanted the decorations to look.
jaafar assured you “of course i’ll be there. i wouldn’t want to miss getting one step closer to the best day of my life.”
today was the day of your appointment and of course he didn’t show up. he didn’t even text you until an hour later saying that he wouldn’t be able to miss it.
your eyes rolled as you heard the familiar jingle of his keys fumbling as he tried to get into the front door. you watched in disbelief as he peeled his jacket and shoes off, acting as if everything was just peaches and cream.
“hey baby, is everything okay with your phone, i called you like crazy?” was he deadass right now. you scoffed as you stormed your way into the kitchen, placing your empty glass into the dishwasher before starting the full load.
a baffled look filled his face as he walked closer and closer to you.
“baby, what’s wrong with you?”
“what’s wrong with me, jaafar? you abandoned me you asshole that’s what!”
guilt raced through his body, cheeks turning as red as a tomato from embarrassment as he lowered his head into his palm.
“baby, i’m so sorry. i completely forgot the meeting with the coordinator was today. i swear it slipped my mind,” he tried to plead with you, giving you the same excuses that you heard before but you weren’t going for it. you ignored him as you walked through the threshold of your shared bedroom.
you grabbed your pink suitcase, rummaging through your drawers thats sat inside the dresser, filling it with as much of your clothes that you could. the taste of salty tears hit your upper lip, your vision blurring from the tears you didn’t even notice were forming.
“y/n, where are you going? we can talk about this, please don’t leave me,” his voice cracking with every syllable he uttered. he hands tried to snake around your waste but you shoved him away.
“jaafar just stop, stop pretending like you care now, it’s too late for that,” your voice exclaimed, pain traveling up and down your body, ping ponging between your throat and chest as more tears rolled down from your bloodshot eyes.
the silence and tension that filled the bedroom felt like an elephant was sitting down on your chest. his tan, lanky figure stood there, frozen like a statue. his lips trembling as he tried to find the right words to say.
“c’mon baby, you don’t mean that. i swear, i’m sorry. just don’t leave me, please,” tears slowly seeping down his cheeks, his voice nearly as quiet as a mouse as he begged. you took off your silver diamond ring, placing it on the dresser, your footsteps felt heavier like weights were dragging you down with each step you took towards the bedroom door.
“jaafar, i love you but i can’t keep doing this. i love you so much, but it feels like i’m the only person that cares anymore. goodbye jaafar.”
his heart ached as those words replayed over and over again inside his head.
his face breaking down as he watched your body walk out of the door, wanting to stop you but physically incapable of moving. it felt like his while world had just shattered, he didn’t even realize the cracks that were present until your relationship was broken. there was truly no one else to blame but himself. he had to get you back before someone else would, you were his other half. without you he couldn’t eat. without you he couldn’t sleep. without you, he felt empty inside.
I loveeee
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“Mj will be my new name. No more Michael Jackson. I want a whole new character, a whole new look. I should be a totally different person. People should never think of me as the kid who sung “ABC, I want you back.” I should be a new, incredible actor/singer/dancer that will shock the world. I will do no interviews. I will be magic. I will be a perfectionist, a researcher, a trainer, a masterer. I will be better than every great actor roped into one.”
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i would’ve been the biggest fucking bird if i was born back in the day when it came to them 3
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Cooking with Jermajesty Jackson
. .˚ ⋆ A Few Stolen Moments.. ⋆. .˚
pairing: Jermaine Jackson x reader
Summary: You and Jermaine have been married for over a decade. There have been many untrue speculations about Jermaine’s infidelities, but this one seems to be true.
Heads up ⋆ angst, mentions of Whitney Houston (WE love Whitney), cursing, cheating, you have 2 kids together (JJ and Avery)
word count: 1.7k
Surprisingly proofread..I think
February 1985
You felt sick to your stomach. The same sick feeling you always felt every single time a rumor appeared about your husband being with another woman.
But this time the feeling was unbearable; it was more than a rumor. Jermaine had been cheating on you. You should have known... since ’81, he’d tell you
“She’s on a debut, we’re recording together.”
They way they’d look at each other in the studio, the way he captured her in his gaze while singing a song so deeply drowning in love. They sounded so beautiful together..he always looked so happy, it began to hurt more and more as time passed.
Eventually he stopped talking about her, like she had disappear into thin air.
It was February 18th, and Whitney Houston’s album ‘Whitney Houston’ had been released a couple of days ago. You decided to purchase a record while you were out. She looked so beautiful on the cover, but all you could do was look at the cover ever so solemnly.
That night you held the sleek fresh record, your hands began to shake, out of anger? sadness? embarrassment? You didn’t know.
You placed the record on the player and let the album play softly through the house.
You sat next to the record player in your fresh robe, and a small glass of wine. Now you had to wait. Wait for him to walk through that door, carelessly like you didn’t know.
‘A few stolen moments…’
The song Saving All My Love for You began to play. The same song you heard on the radio a couple days ago. You’d remember every suspicious lyric, and you knew every single last one of them was about Jermaine.
While taking a sip of your wine, you heard the keys unlocking the door. You sat in the living room, the couch positioned across from the front door.
There he was.
“Hey baby,” he started, “how was your day?”
You stared back at him, the wine glass still tipped up to your mouth. You wanted him to hear this beautiful song that had been written for him.
He continued to stand at the front door, noticing your silence. You could tell he started to grow a little uncomfortable. He began to walk towards your still position.
‘We’ll be making love the whole night through..’
“Y/N?” he attempted another greeting.
You set your wine glass down, the glass clinking against the table harshly.
“You know,” you began, your voice soft and calm, opposing the storm of emotions inside you. “I decided to head to the store today, saw this beautiful gem,” You held up the record cover showing her face.
“Look familiar?” you said, turning the cover back to your view, raising an eyebrow.
‘So I’m saving all my love for you…!’
Jermaine just stood there, his mouth hanging ajar, a worried look on his face because his wife was seemingly acting in such an unfamiliar manner…for no reason.
“Whitney Houston…” he swallowed, “she’s the one I was..recording with.” His sentence faltering with each word.
“I know!” you replied cheerfully, picking up the wine bottle. A slow smile started to grow on his face because he thought that his wife was back to normal, right?
“You’re just all over this album, Jermaine!” You said, pouring yourself more wine. He noticed the half-empty wine bottle, and he also noticed how whenever you had drunk wine in the past, it was in singular, small doses.
He let out a small nervous chuckle.
You kept staring at him as he was effectively frozen in his shoes.
“I was listening to these beautiful melodies today.” You turned to the record player and abruptly snatched the record off the player, the needle leaving a long scratch along the black, sleek vinyl. The beautiful melodies died instantly, creating an uncomfortable silence.
“One song caught my attention.” You said, running your fingers down the fresh gouge.
Jermaine’s face slowly dropped again, he started to realize the path this conversation was heading.
“Saving All My Love for You? Ever heard of it?” You didn’t let him answer before continuing. “Saving all her love for JERMAINE?” you tossed the scratched record on the coffee table in front of you.
“That song isn’t about me, Y/N.”
“Bullshit!" You gripped the armrest, forcing yourself to sit up. "Jermaine, you think I’m fucking dumb?"
He stayed quiet; you could tell he was entirely at a loss for words.
“This shit is all about you! How dare you?!” You sat back into the couch cushions, slamming your hand down on the armrest.
“Baby, I didn’t do anything..”
You sat there watching this man lie on the spot. He walked farther into the living room and sank into the opposite side of the couch.
“I told you, we worked on this album..for her debut..I just sang on it..I didn’t sing on that track-“
“You didn’t have to sing on the track Jermaine, this song is specially dedicated to you,” you said reaching for the album cover next to you. You flipped it open searching for the lyric folds.
“How did you even conclude that?” His voice full of worry, you could tell he was trying to maintain his calm demeanor.
You cut your eyes at him finally finding the song. You placed your finger on the first lyric that originally confirmed your suspicions.
“You’ve got your family, and they need you there,” You repeated the lyric completely monotone. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
He sighed placing his head in his hand and began to massage his temples.
“My friends try to tell me, find a man of my own…so he belongs to someone else..?” you hummed.
You stared at Jermaine waiting for any response, any lie, something.
After the brief silence you turned back towards the lyrics.
“You used to tell me we’d run away together..Love gives you the right to be free?!” That lyric especially made the anger grow stronger.
Jermaine knew what was in his past, he knew what he said to Whitney, he knew you had every right. It was pure lust, it made him stupid.
He picked his head back up hearing his familiar words that came out of his mouth.
“I mean Jermaine, you can look me in the eyes right now, tell me I’m crazy, tell me I’m imagining things, You’d be a damn lie.” You began to grit your teeth. “Tell me I’m crazy, Jermaine,” your grip became tighter on the folded cardstock.
He remained silent.
You nodded your head slowly in defeat, tears threatening to prick your eyes.
“Please tell me, I’m crazy.” It almost sounded pleading this time. The denial was hitting you.
Silence.
“You said, ‘Be patient, just wait a little longer.'" You took a deep breath; each lyric became harder and harder to read off.
“We’ll be making love the whole night through..” Your voice falters as you let out a tiny sob, you quickly brought your hand to your eyes trying to rid stray tears.
Jermaine finally looked up at you, hearing your choked sobs. You couldn’t control it anymore, your heart was breaking right in front of him and all you could do was cry.
You wiped your eyes, the only noise in the room being your soft hitching sobs.
“So…I’m s-saving all my love for y-you,” you finished closing the cover back. You placed the record cover on the cushion next to him slouching back into your spot.
You pitifully grabbed your glass, taking an another sip, more tears continue to stream down your cheeks.
It hurt the most how beautifully Whitney had sung this song, such beautiful melodies bringing you so much pain.
“I’m sorry,” he started.
you shook your head. It made no sense…12 years and 2 kids, for what?
“Y/N,” he hesitated, “we...did share a romance... I realized my mistakes; it was wrong... so I left her. I would never leave you for her..I cut everything.”
He watched as you continued to fall apart, hearing confirmation put you in more pain. You stopped replying after that. He shifted closer to your end of the couch; he hated to see his wife this way, especially since he tried to ‘fix’ it- essentially trying to make everything right again.
He attempted to embrace you..You pulled away.
“Don’t touch me, Jermaine.” Your demanding voice was muffled against your hands. He retracted his arms.
You felt his dip on the couch for next half hour or so. He sat next to you, hearing your muffled sobs. His eyes were glued to the ground, ashamed, the same guilt he felt before returning. He eventually got up, leaving you alone with a scratched record and a wine glass half empty.
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He didn't know when you came to bed last night, but when Jermaine woke, you were missing from your side of the bed. The house was silent. He lay in bed pondering the sunlit ceiling, wondering if last night was real or not.
Breaking the silent atmosphere, he heard the front door open downstairs. Little voices. The kids. He rushed downstairs, hoping to see you in a better light than last night; he hoped that it had all disappeared.
He saw you holding your daughter, Avery, and your son helping you close the door.
"Daddy!" Avery called out. You turned your attention ahead, catching him in your gaze. He could see the tiredness in your eyes; your lips were pressed together in a straight line. He walked towards you and your children.
"Good morning," he started, reaching for Avery.
You hummed in response, your son JJ reluctantly standing by your side, clutching the bottom of your shirt.
"I have something for you," You said, giving up your daughter to him.
You slid your bag off your arm and began digging inside it.
He already had a nagging feeling of what it was. This was it.
"Here," You pulled out a thick manila envelope, addressed to Jermaine Jackson. "You got 30 days." Your voice was monotone, emotionless. He didn't reach for the envelope; instead, you placed it on his chest before walking away.
"30 days," you repeated, walking away with your son.
You left him standing there, his hand holding the envelope to his chest.
"What is it, daddy?"
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I was listening to Saving All My Love for You on repeat im crine
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“i can’t pay rent this month”
summary: just the “i can’t pay rent” trend
pairings: Randy Jr, Jaafar and Jermajesty
notes: might do one with the jackson 5
Randy jr
“babe… I gotta tell you something.”
You stood beside the couch while he scrolled through his phone.
“Hm?”
“I can’t pay rent this month.”
he stopped scrolling and slowly turned his head, stared at you for a dead silent three seconds, and then went right back to his phone.
“okay, baby.” “…you don’t care?”
he looked at you, trying not to laugh.
“we own this house snd even if we did have rent, you wouldn’t be the one paying it.”
Jaafar
“jaafar” “y/n” “i can’t pay the rent this month”
the two of you stood in the kitchen, silently staring at each other.
“what?” “i can’t pay the rent this month” he looked around the kitchen as if there was a camera hidden somewhere
“what are you talking about?” he asked “the rent, i can’t pay it this month”
“im saying what rent are you talking about” “ours” “baby when have you paid rent”
Jermajesty
“i gotta tell you something” you sighed, walking into the bedroom.
“tell me baby”
“i can’t pay the rent this month” he blinked
“…you don’t pay rent?” “but im just letting you know that i-“ he cut you off with a kiss. when he pulled back, a smug grin was on his face.
“I pay the rent, and you just do your part”
you raised an eyebrow.
“and what exactly is my part?”
jermajesty slowly looked you up and down, giving you that look. “don’t worry about it. you’re doing great.”
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First of all, I love you and your work! I love how yo write these Jackson men, specifically Jackie coz whew chile 🥵 but I was wondering if you can write one where Jackie starts to realize he's getting domesticated and doesnt like it so he breaks up with reader and tries to get all playboy again but then he sees her at the club/studio 54 and sees that men tryna get after her and he gets jealous and fights (or not) and gets her back in the bedroom 😏😏😏😏😏
Playboy
A/n: paired this with another request using this twt vid(MDNI!!) my longest one I fear, not proofread
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WC: 2.2k
Contains: Black reader, angst, toxic! Jackie, explicit content, strong language, n word usage
Summary: Jackie felt as if he lost his masculine identity so he takes matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out in his favor and he’ll do everything in his power to fix his problem.
Now playing: Right my wrongs - Bryson Tiller
Jibbitz In His Crocs (Drabble)
Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Synopsis: Michael's younger girlfriend buys him his first pair of crocs and he hates them.
Content: fluff, mature era!Michael, era 2005, age difference, slightly suggestive
Author's note: I was listening to Monaleo today and this thought crossed my mind and I couldn't stop laughing. Cause growing up black, we don't play about wearing house shoes outside 😭 So here you go 😂
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A thin line between love n hate. (a series)
𝜗𝜚. Sigmund Jackie Jackson
Synopsis ꫂ᭪݁. 1979, Los Angeles
Born and raised in LA. You were a paralegal in your city, one of the best. You were in your early 20s, you worked for one of the most respected law firms in the city. The attorneys trusted you with their biggest clients because they knew your work spoke for itself. You spent most of your time at work or home, but eventually, Jackie Jackson catches your eye. Eventually you both got closer and Jackie has been involved with you for over sometime. Only problem is, hes engaged to some other girl. He promises to make it right, but how long was it gonna take? His actions and his mouth never add up to together.
content ᨳଓ. black coded reader, bird talk, use of the word babydoll, cheating, swearing, some smut, a whole mess fr 18+
Jackie had a habit of showing up late.
It wasn't intentional, thats what he would say. That's what he always told you, he never really gave the full truth. There was always something going on. Rehearsals running over, interviews taking longer than expected, another meeting added to his schedule at the last minute with the band. Being one of the Jackson brothers meant his life rarely belonged to him. You knew this, but it didn't stop you from checking the clock every few minutes.
Whenever you got home you'd look down at your silver watch, 8:30 pm it read. You had got home pretty early from the courts, days like this was something you appreciated until you realized the load of work that was brought home with you. It was stressful but you did take the job, good money and you were able to help out many people, you even made some good girlfriends.
But again, stressful, counting through papers and organizing stuff for the next date. Having Jackie there was sometimes helpful, no, more than helpful.
Sometimes you needed him. You wish he could come by more often, just to stay with you, but he couldn't.
He happened to be with some girl in his area, you heard they were engaged. You brought it up to Jackie one night, but he simply dismissed it.
"Thats not true, I'm with you", he would say from his smooth lips.
To make it believable, he always took his ring off just before he entered into your house.
You wanted to believe him, wanted to believe the words. But a small part of you wondered why you were kept in the shadows? Why couldn't you visit him? Why was it always him visiting you? Why did you feel like you were just a bad habit waiting to be dropped?
You walked out from your living room with a glass of your favorite grape wine. You had changed into one of your nightgowns hours ago, your next day work clothes neatly folded over the chair in your bedroom. Small curlers rested tightly in your hair for the next morning, covered by a hair net.
Most evenings were spent the same way. You'd come home from the law office, kick your high heels off by the front door and place down some food you picked up a long the way. When you did cook, you'd make something small, some cucumber salad with kale, along with some chopped chicken. Maybe a homemade vinaigrette too. If you were craving something sweet at the end which you always were, you'd make a small caramel cake in a little ramekin dish.
Then after, you would finish whatever paperwork your attorney had trusted you to take home, then maybe take a few calls with friends.
You sat there at the table, chewing up some chicken. You had put on some music to help you ease down, Al green was the first artist to come on. You tried focusing, but you were just about to call it a night. Your pen tapped small dots against the paper as you tried to concentrate, but the only thing that consumed your thoughts right now was one man. One man who appeared whenever he wanted to.
You wouldn’t you would end up in a situation like this, you were raised better, but Jackie promised.
And you held onto it. You kept it to yourself, you haven't told not one friend.
You continued to think, you looked over the lines, your pen still tapping. You didn't want to make any mistakes so you put your pen down.
A knock on your door catches your attention. After hearing so, you get up, not bothering to put your slippers back on. Opening the door, you found Jackie standing there with that familiar smile. Jacket over a polo, hair still cleaned up fresh, and that sexy look on his face that you loved so much.
"There you are," he said softly. "Hey babydoll."
Your legs lightly clenched from hearing him call you that, you loved when he did. But it was late, again. "Mhm." You folded your arms, trying your best to look unimpressed with him. "Where you been at Sigmund?"
Jackie chuckled as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "I've been at work baby."
You roll your eyes, following him as he walks in. He took off his jacket and placed it against your coat hanger. His cologne started to fill your room as he walked around. "You always say that," you lightly shook your head looking down for a second.
He turns to face you, "Cause it's true."
"You couldn't call me Jackie?"
"I should've," he said nodding, like he knew he was in a way wrong.
"You think?"
He let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know, I know."
You watched him for a second before walking toward the kitchen. "I made dinner hours ago." You started washing your bowl as Jackie just stood there against the counter.
"I figured," he says quietly.
"It's cold now."
"It's alright, i'll eat it cold."
"You don't gotta pretend it still tastes good," you say to him. You put the bowl on the drying rack before turning your attention to him.
"It was made by you." He shrugged his big shoulders. "Can't be that bad."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. "Boy, hush."
"I'm serious."
"No, you just know how to sweet-talk," you say a little bitterly.
He tilts his head at you smiling, "And it works every time."
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't argue with him. "As if," you muttered. That was the frustrating part. Jackie always knew which buttons to press. He knew when to make you laugh, when to pull you close, when to lower his voice just enough to make you forget why you were upset in the first place.
Sometimes you wondered if he realized just how much power he had over you. Sometimes...you wished he didn't. You were smarted than this, you wouldn't think a paralegal would be in a situation like this, but here you were. Dealing with a dog instead of a man. The same people in your papers had been in situations just like this, and you helped them. Helped them escape. But you couldn't even help yourself.
"You gonna keep messing with me and find out, Jackie," you said, rolling your eyes with a irritated look on your face.
He paused like he had to seriously consider what you said, head tilting a little as he looked at you. "Find out what exactly?" he asked, voice calm, almost amused at you.
You clicked your tongue, turning slightly away from him like you were trying to ignore the fact that he was already getting under your skin again. "You know what I mean."
"Nah, I don't," he said taking some steps before you. His feet tapped against the wooden floor as he did. "You talkin' all tough, like I supposed to be scared or somethin'. Trynna scare me baby?" He asks the last part a little, sarcastically.
"I didn't say you should be scared, what i'm saying is one day you gonna be shocked at how i'll handle you."
Jackie didn't even rush to respond. He just looked at you for a second, slow and quiet, like he was letting the words settle. Then that familiar grin started to form, the kind that always made you feel like he'd already decided what this moment meant.
"Oh," he said finally, almost amused. "So you gon' handle me, that what it is."
You looked away like you hadn't just set yourself up, like you weren't suddenly aware of how close he was standing, how easily he was reading you.
"I didn't say it like that."
"But that's how it sounded," he said, like he wasn't trying to argue, just pointing it out. He shifted slightly, glancing past you into your apartment, then back to you again. "Sounds like you been thinkin' about something."
Your stomach tightened at that, and you hated that he noticed the smallest change in your expression.
"I haven't been thinkin' about anything." Lie.
"Mhm," he murmured, not calling you a liar, just not believing you either. "You handle me good, real good though," he adds. His eyes flicked over your face for a second, looking for a reaction, watching for your reaction. The same way you were always watching for his.
"Don't piss me off Jackie. Or you can sing all the way back to your home if you want, hit the road Jack," you say folding your arms.
"Better watch your mouth y/n," he says looking at you, he wasn’t asking you to stop talking, just reminding you who you were talking to. Your nails pressed in your skin but you didn't say anything.
“For somebody who still lettin’ me stand in her house and takin’ every piece of change I got, you got a lotta mouth,” he added, voice low like it belonged there. "I don't have to be here but I want to." His eyes held yours for a second longer than necessary, and for some reason that made it harder to keep your attitude straight.
"First off, I got my own money," you nod while looking at him. "Alright? Yeah let's get that straight. Best damn paralegal in this city, could be a lawyer if I wanted to." You spat at him, slightly irritated. You never needed to lean on Jackie for any money, if he offered, you took it.
Simple.
"Mhm, my baby real smart."
You scoffed at his tone, "And ion be asking you for anything but to just be here with me more, than just a night. You think I don't miss you?"
"I don't wanna argue with you, I ain't come here for that."
You scoffed lightly, "We ain't arguing we havin' a good conversation, civil. Now, me arguing is going to involve a lot more of words that's gonna hit you in that core."
Jackie scoffed before his eyes turned from you and landed on the mess in the back.
The soft radio still playing low in the background. Your work papers spread neatly across the table, organized but clearly unfinished.
He sighed, "You been workin' all night again," he said. "Probably why you got an attitude." With that, his hands found you slowly, like they already knew where you fit, pulling you in close without rushing it. Jackie was taller than you, built strong from head to toe, the kind of presence that filled a space without trying too hard. Even standing this close, he still had that calm, easy look on his face, like he wasn’t in any hurry to be anywhere else.
You leaned into him a little without thinking, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly.
“Yeah I am,” you admit, rubbing lightly at your eyes, a little bit of mascara still stuck underneath your lashes. The exhaustion was finally catching up to you, and you were taking it out on Jackie.
“Was about to go to bed soon.”
Before you could even react properly, he bent down and slipped his arms under you, lifting you up from the floor like it was nothing. It happened so easy, so smooth, your body adjusted on instinct before your mind caught up. Your legs wrapped around him without you even realizing it at first, hands lightly grabbing at his shoulders for balance.
“Jackie,-” you said, a little shocked, your voice breaking the quiet between you. “What you doin’?”
"Getting my baby to bed," he says as he walks you to your room.
As he did, he leans in and kisses you softly, his mouth moved over yours with lazy hunger, lips licking slow and messy against yours.
You kissed him back, fingers curling over his broad shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt.
He carried you a few steps without rushing, like he already knew where he was going, and then set you down carefully on your bed.
Up close like this, it was harder to keep that same energy you had at the door. Harder to remember what you were even trying to prove a few minutes ago. You couldn't help it, his face calmed you immediately.
He stayed close, standing between your knees for a second before easing down beside you, one arm still behind you like a habit he didn’t think about anymore. You leaned further back in your bed, looking up at him.
“You still mad?” he asked after a moment.
You look, “I was,” you admitted finally.
He nodded at you, "And what changed?"
"You started acting right," you scoffed to yourself. That made him smile a little, just barely. "Started acting right,” he repeated like he was amused by that.
"Mhm," you say shifting over into him. Your hand rests against his chest, his heart beating slow. "I missed you," you then say.
"Yeah I know, I've been trying to get things together. That girl just," Jackie made an irritated noise. He then turns to you, "I want you only, you know that right? I mean, you know me, you don't give me alot of problems."
You made a face, "You mean, I don't give you any problems."
"Well, you do be in your mood sometimes," he says shrugging.
"Oh and you don't?" You sit up from him.
"Hey cmon don't do that," he says pulling you against him. "You know what I mean, we have our issues and im fine with that. I'm not fine with her though."
"Well I'm not fine with any of this, I'm tired of being a secret. You said you was gonna handle it and you aren't handling anything but two women at the same time," you say a little angry. "Tighten up or you're gone."
"Look, I said I'm trying," he said, the irritation slipping through his voice. "You just need to give me time."
"I been giving you time, hell I've been giving you everything. You come in when you want to and just leave me here to check off papers."
Jackie sighed quietly before turning to face you, "I know and m'sorry." You were getting upset and he needed to calm you down again. His hand gently rubbed over your side, "Thank you for what you do."
You lightly calmed down from feeling his touch, you leaned in slow against him. He then gently leans in to start kissing your lips. You didn't want to give in, but right now you were tired and just wanted to be held. Jackie was the only one who could do it, sure you've had boyfriends before him, but none ever calmed you like Jackie. Too bad he ran your pressure up as well. Jackie was much older, and 'caring,' when he wanted to be, that is.
You let him kiss you, you slowly leaned into the kiss, his lips smacking against you. His big hands slid up under the thin fabric of your nightgown, fingers spreading wide as they caressed along your side. Your hands found his chest, fingertips tracing over the firm muscle beneath his shirt. The touch pulled a low, soft groan from deep in his throat, vibrating against your mouth as he kept kissing you
"Jackie?" you utter out against his soft lying lips. He kisses you one final time before humming to you.
"Hm baby?"
"Do you love me?" Your fingers lightly played with the fabric of his shirt, more to give yourself something to do than anything else. Jackie's eyes widened slightly at the question, he felt like it was so sudden. His hand slowed, his eyes searching yours for a second like he was trying to figure out where it had come from.
"You know I do" he replied looking at you.
"But I wanna hear you say it to me," you reply looking right back at him, not turning away.
Your eyes stayed on his, waiting, searching for something. Like some part of you still believed that if you waited long enough, he'd finally give you the one thing you'd been asking for all this time.
He gave you a small look, the one where he tried his best to look innocent. That familiar look, the one he's practiced with many women before you. That lying look.
He stared at you long enough before the words finally left his mouth, "I love you." He said them slow, so you could hear each of his words. You stared in his eyes, looking for any string of doubt, it was hard to find any evidence with a look he's practiced so much on. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look away, didn’t rush to fix anything he’d said. Just kept that same steady expression, the kind that made it hard to tell where truth ended and performance started.
This wasn’t new to him, and that was the problem. You can't play with those three words.
Your eyes softened after a while, "I love you too Jackie," you let out a soft sigh, relief on your end. Jackie just hummed, not letting out any breaths, simply because he wasn't holding his breath. Then came the night, and the touches. The quiet whimpers from your lips in his ear. The light grunts under his breath as he slipped in and out from the most intimate part from you.
“Don’t think too much right now… just stay right here with me, open your eyes."
Your eyes were teary from all the pleasure you were feeling, but somewhere in the background , your radio still played.
The words passed through the air like they were nothing but smoke from a small cigar, but they still found their way to you. And for a moment, you didn’t fully focus on anything else.
Not the way Jackie was there.
Not the way the night felt like it was slowly closing in around you both. Just the lyrics sitting quietly in the back of your mind, repeating itself in a way you didn’t ask for.
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city. It sat there quiet, unwanted, reminding you of what this really was.
You swallowed it down like it meant nothing. You then focused back on Jackie. You lay back on the sheets that still smelled like the sugar perfume you'd sprayed earlier, legs spread wide for him. Jackie hovered over you, his dark skin glistening with sweat, those big brown eyes locked onto yours like he was trying to drown you in them. His hands still pressed on your thighs, keeping them open. But those lyrics come up in your head again.
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.
You were the "kept woman." The secret. Jackie had a fiancée waiting at home with a ring on her finger and plans for a future that didn't include you. The thought stung, feeding that slight insecurity that always lingered at the edges. Why did you keep letting him come back? Why did your body crave this so much when your heart knew better? You supposed to be using your head, you were smarter than this. Top of your class, guess laws and theories don't work when all you seek is comfort, no matter in whoever.
Jackie saw you thinking, so then he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. "You mine right now," he whispered, and the words wrapped around you like a tight string.
His pace quickened, dick slippin' into your pussy with wet slick sounds that filled the room. Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge, your walls clenching around him, slick with your arousal. He went faster, giving you just what you needed, a feeling of love, a sense of comfort.
Something to keep you stuck on him.
Jackie grunted low as he slammed into you again, his thick dick stretching your pussy wide with each thrust. "You feel that? Got you creamin' all over me babydoll" he says low to you.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders while he pinned your thighs open, hips still snapping hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall. "Say it," he pressed, voice rough. "Tell me who love you."
"You, y-you do," you say between your whimpers.
He hums nodding his head to you, "Mhm and tell me who owns this?" his thumb traced down to your clit. He starts giving slow strokes, feeling you still squeeze around him. He keeps the rhythm unhurried, thumb working you while his other fingers stay buried deep, feeling every squeeze and flutter your body gives him.
"Hmm- it's yours Jackie, it's yours," you breathed out, the words slipping free even as that old insecurity twisted in your chest.
He smiled down at you, those big brown eyes half-lidded with lust. "That's right. Don't matter who wearin' my ring. You the one takin' it right now."
His hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple as he drove deeper. "Ain't nobody else makin' you feel like this." Your moans got louder, breath hitching as the pressure built fast in your lower belly. Jackie smiled, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as he watched your face twist with pleasure. "Yeah, that's it. Let it out for me babydoll."
"M'gonna, oh Jackie!" Your walls started fluttering around him, your orgasm crashing through you. Jackie groaned, thrusting deeper and holding you down. The weight of him keeps you right where he wants, every slow grind dragging another shaky sound from your throat. And with that, your body gave in. You fell asleep right after. Knocked out, cuddled in your bed, with a couple of pillows behind your head.
The last thing you feel is his arm sliding around your waist, holding you close while sleep takes you completely. Jackie stayed for a moment against you, just listening to your breathing until you were under. Then he walked out of your room after he saw your sleeping figure, his pants were still unbuttoned at the top. Sweat cooled off from his chest and the bottom of his pants dragged against the floor as he walked over in your kitchen. His arm reached out to grab the phone off the the wall and dialed a number.
He waited until the line picked up, "It’s Jackie. I had to make a quick stop somewhere," he said low into the phone.
There was a pause on the other end before a voice came through. "Where?"
"You know where," Jackie scoffed quietly, leaning back against the wall like it wasn’t even a question worth answering.
"Interesting...." Michael, his younger brother utters on the other line. "Joseph said he needs all of us to meet tomorrow. Whatever you got going on needs to stop, at least for tomorrow."
"Mind your business Michael," Jackie replied flatly after a beat. "And yeah alright."
He kept the phone to his ear, but his attention drifted toward your bedroom door. The house was quiet behind it. Too quiet. You were still asleep, unaware of anything outside that moment.
"Mhm… yeah, I hear you," he muttered, distracted, not fully locked into the conversation anymore. After a short pause, his voice lowered like he was thinking more than speaking. "She may act like she got it all together," Jackie said, leaning back more comfortably.
"But at the end of the day… I know her. She ain’t gonna do nothin'."
work of ©cherrishkissed ᝰ.ᐟ
author's note ᥫ᭡. ( writing stories with no clear plot will always be my specialty. also im trynna get more descriptive with my writing so pls give tips!!!! plus I was bored and watching scandal soooo...yolo bae ! also pls don't hate me for the small font I'm so srry my 4 eye dolls and m'sorry jackie is toxic I felt like it- this is gonna be posted on wattpad too! )
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"Ride me ride me" ummmmm Michael !? 🌚
𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ! 𑣲 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋! 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
ℳichael is adorable when he sleeps.
Usually he’s tucked into your side, inhaling you with each breath, his parted lips ticking hot air onto your neck. On nights when you’re still awake, staring up at the ceiling with an arm around Michael and the other behind your head, you’d catch him mumbling in his sleep.
It has become one of your favorite past times honestly, making out his dreams solely based on his incoherent babbles or sudden twitches in his body.
“M’Mickey…” you caught him mumbling into your skin one night. Uh oh, another Disney coded dream. You honestly back to bite the side of your cheek to restrain your laughter. “That’s my lady, ain’t she pretty…”
On another night, you even caught him talking to your “kids”, which made you heat up yourself. You imagined that Michael was dreaming of the two of you in your own, Tudor styled home, with a three floors and a big yard. You couldn’t make out the names of your kids, but boy there was a lot.
Michael became whiny when got up, complaining about how cold he is and how much he needs you. Tempting.
Even if when you’d shift, maybe to make a little bit of space between you or just simply adjusting your position, he pulls you closer. It’s like he has this sensor that goes off whenever you aren’t skin to skin.
But you both have work to do today, and you unfortunately can’t spend it cuddling with the best boyfriend in the world. Pulling back the sheets was like lifting a rock from a bug. He curls into your side of your bed, desperate for your warmth as he whined into the seam of your pillows, escaping the sunlight from the drawn curtains.
“Torture!” he croaks, rolling onto his back with a pillow pushed to his face. His shirt rode up at his torso, revealing that brown, toned stomach. If he knew how much you wanted to lay back down right now.
After spending ten minutes getting him out of bed, washing his face, and guiding him to the barstool seats at kitchen island, he still dozed off. You snorted as you moved around some bacon in the pan when you looked over your shoulder. Luckily the smell of breakfast woke him up a bit.
When you serve yourself and sat next to him, he lazily picked at his food, chin planted in his palm as he blinked slowly.
You laugh in amusement and adoration, “Don’t tell me I have to feed you as well.”
He tilts his head and with a raised a brow, like he’s considering your gracious offer, “that could happen.”
Michael was a greedy man. He craves your attention, your warmth, your presence. This whole “sleepy act”— whether it was real— was between him and the man upstairs. If that meant staying up late a night so he’ll be tired as hell in the morning… worth it. In the meantime… more of you time for him.
You let out a quiet giggle as your brought up the forked scrambled eggs to his lips, and he leaned in, planting his big hand on your knee to “stabilize” himself before he took the bite. He swallowed before yawning, “always cook so good, mama.”
Biting back a shit eating grin, you hold up his chin, your thumb rubbing his warm skin. Michael immediately leaned into your palm, even closing his eyes, relishing your sweet loving. “Thank you, sleepyhead.”
𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 - 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 (𝙗𝙛!𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙜𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)
bf!jackie jackson x gf!reader
backstory: a mini blurb where jackie takes care of reader while she’s on her period
warnings: vomit, nausea, cramps, all things period related
type: fluff
divider creds: @theo4reos @designlikenonsense
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 2 - 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣
husband!marlon jackson x wife!reader
blurb
backstory: cute moment with marlon, you, and your baby girl.
type: fluff
warnings: none
THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST <3333
“Give it to me baby”
A/n: this fic is inspired by Give it to me baby by Rick James, but with a little twist.
Synopsis: once jackie comes back from a night out with the guys he doesn’t know how to act after having a “few” drinks
It was a special day because Jackie and the boys had a day off from being in the studio. So ofc you thought you and your man was gonna spend some time together, but you were completely wrong
Instead of Jackie wanting to spend some time with you he ends up going out with his guy friends and ofc that made you upset because what is better then spending time with your lady on your only day being off.
And what made you even more mad is that he didn’t even call you or stop by but instead he texted you.
You: “hey baby I was wondering if you were still coming over since it’s past 6”
Jackie❤️: “sorry mama, but I’m going out with the boys tonight”
You: “ you couldn’t stop by to say hi or hello?”
Jackie❤️: “no baby I have to hurry up and get ready”
You: “well where are you going anyway in such a hurry, and why couldn’t I come. We haven’t seen each other in 2 weeks I miss you sig.”
Jackie❤️: “ the reason why you can’t come is because it’s gonna be only us guys at the club, and I know mama ima try to stop by after I get done. I love you never forget that”
You: “you can just go straight home sig. I’ll see you another time.”
Jackie❤️: “come on baby don’t act like that. I told you I’ll try to stop by, so say I love you back pretty girl”
You: “I love you also sig.”
Jackie❤️: “ that’s my girl. I can’t wait to see you tonight!”
After texting Jackie you just set your phone down on your vanity while you got ready for bed.
You put on Jackie’s favorite vanilla scented butter cream lotion. You curled your hair.
You don’t even know why you’re doing all of this if you’re gonna go to sleep, but the thing is you couldn’t, because all you could do was think of Jackie and what he’s doing at the club instead of relaxing with his lady he claim he love so much
You scrolled on social media to see what’s new. You called your friend talking her to death until she got enough of hearing you talk. You then sat on the couch and watched your favorite show that’s when you started to get sleepy.
So you went back to your room and got in bed to go to sleep.
You finally went to sleep after tossing and turning, but after some minutes you were woken up by Jackie hugging and kissing all over you saying how he loves you so much.
“Jackie get on somewhere with all of that. Didn’t you see I was sleeping why did you have to wake me up?” You say while swatting Jackie away because the anger is starting to come back from earlier.
“Come on ma. I need you like really bad” Jackie says to you biting his bottom lip. “ baby what is wrong with you. Are you drunk or high tell me” “ I might of had a few drinks” Jackie lets out a little chuckle after saying that.
“ seems like more than a few” you say rolling your eyes and turning back over to go to sleep.
Jackie then gets in the bed starts kissing you from your jaw to your shoulder “come on give it to me baby” “ no Jackie, you could’ve gotten some earlier if you were here with me but noo you decided to go out with them no good men you call your friends”
Jackie then starts to sober up and realize the decision he made was wrong. “I’m so sorry ma I’ve should’ve know better.”
“ you just now realizing that sig, but it’s okay I’ll think about giving you some tomorrow only if you behave” you then turn over and kiss Jackie on the lips to let him know it’s really okay.
“ thank you so much baby, I’ll even take you shopping tomorrow as soon as I’m finished in the studio I promise. I love you ma”
“ I love you too sig”
This is just a little something I was thinking about while listening to one of Rick james songs. And if this is bad it’s because it was 5 something in the morning while I was writing this.
—AFRO SHEEN
[ ʲᵃᶜᵏᶦᵉ ʲᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿ ,,, ʰᶦⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵐᵘᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵈᵉᵗᵃᶦˡ , ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ , ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ , ᶦˡʸ ᵇʸᵉ ]
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YOU LOVED IT WHEN JACKIE PIKED OUT YOUR AFRO, he’d use such gentle hand guiding you to look up at him by the underside of your chin from your seat on the toilet seat.
this position alone always brought sly little smiles to both his and your faces, recollections of previous adult activities playing out behind your eyes as you gently cupped the calves of his legs.
he’d pik with precision, pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he shaped and detangled your hair with ease as he had been doing his younger brothers hair for years. after he was finished, he’d spray you up nice and good with afro sheen before adding final touches.
he bent to your level taking your lips in a gentle peck before he handed you a little hand mirror as he dusted off your shoulders and vibrant orange shirt from little strands of coily hair.
“mmm, looks good as always , thank you baby~” you praised, tilting your head back with pursed lips so he’d land another hot one on your lips.
“no problem, sweetheart.”