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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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TAKE ME TO CHANEL !
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
— Mani Baby. black princess, all races are welcomed, in love with the Jackson’s, za, sugar cookies, & money.
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smuts here & there, love reading them but hate writing them, lol.
A night out - Randy Jr texts (my first fic)
SEXY ASS ! 18+
Jackie J x Black Reader
“mmm right there baby” you moaned as jackie’s tounge explored your gummy walls.
Yall had been at this for about 15 minutes; you woke jackie up at 2 am horny for some head and him being the perfect man he is of course he said yes.
He sucked hard on your clit creating a slurping noise making you squirm under him. His tounge moved in circles around your bud and his pointer and middle finger moved in and out of your hole drawing a quiet whine from your lips.
“Fuck jackie, you doing so good” your back arched as your hands found their way into his afro, pulling lightly. He groaned against you sending deep vibrations go through your body.
You bite down your bottom lip, the pleasure building steadily towards an orgasam.
"Baby i'm almost there keep going" you whine, grinding against his face.
Jackie gripped your thighs tight, halting you from your movements, his tongue replacing his digits plunging in and out of you. You feel your orgasam tipping over, your legs locking and your head flying back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mind goes completely fuzzy.
The white cream oozed out of you but jackie laps it all up greedily, sucking hard on your clit while his fingers dig deep inside you.
You’d think he was done but no, he continued eating-like a starved man first meal.
Your clit was so raw and hypersensitive that your entire body violently bucked against the mattress.
Every single pass of his tongue felt like an electric shock against your throbbing nerves.
You tried to drag your hips back, whimpering as you attempted to crawl away from the heat of his mouth, but Jackie's large hand locked around your thigh, dragging you right back flush against his face.
"unt unt mama you wanted this" he says, his breath hovering over your dripping lips giving you a brief moment of air before diving back in to lap up your juices.
You whine, your hands reaching down to push at his shoulders.
"j-jackie, wait it's too much-hold on" you sobbed out, your voice cracking as you tried to pry his head back.
He didn't even budge, simply swatting your hands away before burying his tongue deeper inside your aching hole, driving you right back to the edge whether your body could handle it or not.
A sharp gasp escapes you as your back arch’s again. Jackie was relentless, deaf to your pleas and refusing to let up no matter how many times you tried to push him away.
Yes you asked for this but damn this was too much.
You were overstimulated and every time you tried to sit up, your body gave out and you fell right back onto the soft mattress.
“d-damn you jackie” you shook your head as soft whines slip past your plump lips.
Jackie hasn’t let up yet, and with your body turning limp as you hit your breaking point, he could tell. Just to push you completely over the edge, he started spelling his name on your clit with his tongue.
J
A
C
K
I
E
After every letter you let out a breathless curse.
Finally, you felt the dam break, white dots flashing across your vision as your release wets jackie and the sheets beneath you. You lie there panting, twitching lightly and slowly calming down from the intensity of the sensation.
Jackie presses one last kiss to you before sitting up, wiping his mouth with a small, pleased smirk.
You couldn’t even talk, your mouth was trembling. You tried to lift an arm up to grab him, but it drops right back down.
“I thought you was so desperate for some head baby?” he teases cockily, heading inside the bathroom to grab a wet rag.
When he comes back, that same smirk is still plastered across his face, making you smack your lips knowing he was about to talk his shit.
“Now look at you— trembling, can’t even, talk— tuh! or move” he chuckled earning a heavy roll of your eyes.
He cleans you up before lifting you by your shoulder, pulling you to your side of the bed. Once he climbs in, he pulls you close, running his large hand over your thigh.
“Now go to sleep and don’t wake me up no more”
All you could do was smile and cuddle into him even more.
“witcho sexy ass”
A/N : ts was short asf ik
MANI’S MASTERLIST
MICHAEL JACKSON
house call
close to you ~ coming soon
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JERMAJESTY JACKSON
thirsty
drunk in love
hurt feelings
petty
obsessed 2
our little world series
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JACKIE JACKSON
sexy ass
trust and believe ~ coming soon
My coworker just told me about some TikTok trend that’s like you have your significant others friend feed you some food and I went to find your ask cause reader x jermajesty already playing w fire with these TikTok trends
This would be so funny 😭😭
◟ I WANNA BE WHERE YOU ARE ۶ৎ JAAFAR JACKSON
INTRO , ❥ 2.1K coworker!actress!reader x jaafar jackson ◞ after the micheal movie huge succes, Jaafar was contacted by Walt Disney Studios for the upcoming live-action adaptation of The Princess And The Frog, with his friend en co-star Coleman Domingo, who serves as one of the proyect´s writter. There, he meet reader.ᐟ, a talented and rising actress who is well-known for being charismatic and soft-spoken. Neither of them knows what fate has for them. reader and colman know each other from a previous project, so uk who recommended her for the role. reader is a ballet dancer and theater!actress. reader doesn’t have a faceclaim for the moment i couldn’t decide between ayo edeberi and coco jones.
SWEET'S CONTAINS , .✦ ݁˖ slow-burn.ᐟtrope ◞ strangers to friends to lovers. . . Maddie and Jaafar aren’t together. reader known as Queen B. fluffy vanilla love they being cuties reader!shy assf & Jaafar just being Jaafar.
NELLY'S NOTES , ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ HIIIIIYA, CUTIES! nelly´s here, again, so i decided to make some changes to the fic because it didn´t quite convince me, regarding the written and translation, the day i published it i just wanted to get the idea out because i was afraid someone would think of it + the Colman material make me want to use this as a manifestation.
AUGUST 15th, 2026
The warm, salty August breeze toyed with the strands of hair that escaped rebelliously across your face. Your expression was relaxed. In one hand, you held a cup of hot tea; in the other, a book, your eyes never once leaving the pages. Completely absorbed in the prose while jazz played in the background—the same music you always listened to when reading or doing anything that required your full attention—Sylvia Plath and Sade combine surprisingly well, you thought, taking a small sip from your cup.
You were so immersed in your own world that you ignored, or tried to ignore, the insistent notifications that kept pinging on your phone. You cursed yourself for not turning on "Do Not Disturb" before heading out to the patio.
The constant beeping began to grate on you. You tried to focus your attention back on the book, but other things started to become too obvious: the steady drip of water from the fountain, the birds moving among the trees, and the way the music had stopped feeling peaceful and transformed into mere noise. Grumbling, brow furrowed, you snapped the book shut and set it down on the bamboo table.
You picked up your phone; the screen lit up the moment your fingers touched the surface. You scanned the usual line of notifications from Instagram, TikTok, and X, until you found the long list of messages from your friend and manager, Catt.
You tucked a loose strand behind your ear after placing the phone back on the table. You knew you had to start getting ready for this supposed outing if you wanted to be on time. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from the book that seemed to seduce your thoughts, repeating to yourself that you were going to be late—even though it wasn't even time to leave yet. It was a little trick that had saved you many times from staying locked in the house after agreeing to go out.
The warmth of the lights embraced you with familiarity as you stepped inside. You sighed, walking toward your bedroom, where you stopped in front of your large closet.
You studied each garment intently, pausing briefly on a few. You took a deep breath, feeling the prickle of regret swirling in your stomach.
It was going to be a long night.
The wind blew hard against your face when you stepped out of the car, greeted by the neon lights of the restaurant and the warmth of the sun as it began to set; the sky looked like a canvas covered in shades of orange and pink. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder while hearing the car door close behind you. You bit your lower lip hard; nerves erupted in your stomach, causing it to feel heavy and your breathing to quicken. You murmured a soft thank you to the driver, who simply smiled before returning to the car.
You cast your eyes over the sign in front of you, smiling nervously as you saw Catherine walking toward you. By the look of it, she was very excited.
"Oh my god! You look beautiful, Queeney!" she said, her smile wide. You mirrored her gesture, running your sweaty palms over your skirt. "And that skirt? Let me see—give me little a spin."
Before you could refuse or object, Catherine took your hand, making you turn on your heel so she could get a more detailed look at the outfit you’d chosen, oblivious to the fact that you had nearly pulled your own hair out from the stress of not knowing what to wear.
"Thank you so much, Catty," you gave the brunette a small smile. She looked at you with tenderness, noting the nerves that were consuming you.
"You know you don't have to be nervous. You know Col, don't you?"
"Yes, I know him... I'm not nervous about that... it's just... forget it. It’ll pass once I have a glass of champagne."
"That’s the spirit!" You both high-fived, letting out a few small laughs. "It’s best we go in. Coleman told me he was on his way. Apparently, a small issue came up."
You simply nodded before following close behind her. You both entered the restaurant, where you took off the glasses that adorned your face and let them rest atop your hair.
"Two glasses of champagne, please," Catherine said, addressing the waiter, who quickly nodded and disappeared in the other direction.
Your hands rested on the table. You scanned the room, grateful that no one seemed to be paying attention to you at that moment.
"And so..." your soft voice broke the silence. "What do you think about the role?"
Catherine rested her chin in the palm of her hand, gesturing as if she were thinking about what she was about to say. "Honestly? I feel like it's a great opportunity..."
She began to explain the reasoning behind her words, and you both became immersed in a conversation about the pros and cons the film might bring to your image as a celebrity.
It didn't bother you to play a princess; it was the weight that could fall on your shoulders with such a project. You had seen how the media reacted to certain films, especially if the character wasn't played by an actor they favored (aka if it was an actor or actress of color playing a character that strayed from the canon).
Funny, right?
You rolled your eyes at the thought, set your glass on the table, and began to explain your line of thinking to Catherine.
"You shouldn't worry. I'm sure you'll be the exception. Everyone loves Princess Tiana, and from what I can see, Coleman will follow the canon to the letter." She shrugged as she said it, and you watched her closely, nodding.
"Maybe you're right."
"And speaking of him, look who’s coming—well, look who's coming."
Turning your head over your shoulder, you watched Coleman walk through the door, receiving various looks from the people inside—who didn't know Colman Domingo? You’d have to live under a rock not to. He walked with such confidence and charisma, his eyes fixing almost immediately on your table.
What really caught your attention was seeing that he was accompanied by none other than his former co-star: Jaafar Jackson.
You furrowed your brows. "I didn't know he was bringing a guest," you murmured to Catherine, who seemed just as surprised as you were.
"Neither did I..."
"Ladies!" Coleman exclaimed as he reached the table. You both stood up, welcomed into the older man's arms. "You have no idea how much I missed seeing you, darling," he said, with his characteristic affection toward you.
Smiling widely, you left a small kiss on his cheek. "I missed you too, Col. It seems we’re destined to see each other only for work."
"You know very well that's not true. I've invited you to dinner several times and you decline with excuses," he pointed out, looking at you with amusement. You shrugged. Colman turned slightly, grabbing Jaafar by the shoulder and giving him a small squeeze. "I brought a little guest. I'm sure you know who he is, but it never hurts to introduce people, right?"
"Hey, Jaafar Jackson, a pleasure," he introduced himself, offering a handshake. When his hand touched yours, you swore he held it for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
And you weren't wrong.
"Well, let's sit. I see the ladies have already ordered something to drink," Catherine laughed, explaining that you had both arrived early and were discussing certain things. "Too bad, you didn't wait for me..."
The table filled with laughter at his words.
The nervousness seemed to have left your system by then, though the tingling remained in your hands. You looked down for a moment, listening to Coleman explain some things about his plans for the film, while Catherine raised her hand to signal the waiter.
You were lost in their conversation, but you felt watched for a moment. You thought that perhaps Coleman's presence had caused several people to glance at your table, but as you turned your head gently, you noticed Jaafar’s brown eyes on you.
He looked like a child who has just been caught taking a toy, the sight made you laugh softly before turning back to the other two.
Without realizing it, the conversation spread to the whole table, and time began to disappear.
After a few hours, the four of you were still sitting at the same table, though the atmosphere felt more familiar with the passing minutes.
"Naveen still doesn't want to accept," Coleman said, causing Catherine and you to look at Jaafar with surprise. "He says he wants to take some time because of the Michael movie, but this project won't take more than six months to film."
"Six months isn't such a short time, Col," you said, before taking a sip from your glass.
"The script isn't even ready yet. I have the perfect actress to be Tiana, I just need Mr. Jackson to make some room in his busy schedule," he joked, causing Jaafar's cheeks to warm up.
"I promise I'll make room for you," Jaafar said with a light chuckle.
You watched him. In the hours you had been there, he had noticed that you only limited yourself to nodding and giving short affirmations. He immediately deduced that his presence made you uncomfortable, but he decided to ignore it.
"Uhm! I have to go," Catherine stood up. "I need to rest; I have things to do tomorrow." She said goodbye to Coleman and you with a kiss on the cheek, while giving Jaafar a brief handshake. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Jaafar. See you later! Bye!"
And just like that, she disappeared through the door.
Minutes later, the three of you stood up from the table. Coleman said he would take care of the bill, so you and Jaafar had no choice but to accept.
You both found yourselves outside, waiting for him to come out to say a proper goodbye.
You rubbed your forearms, trying to soothe the chill of the night, making a mental note to bring a jacket next time you went out. Something warm settled over your arms, and before you could say anything, you were met with Jaafar's smile.
"It's nothing. I noticed you were cold... you can give it back to me later," he said, staring into your eyes.
At that moment, you seemed to understand—realizing that all the things they said about Jaafar in the media were true.
You smiled at the thought, looking down at your feet, embarrassed.
"Thank you so much, Jaafar," your voice came out lower and softer than you intended, causing the shyness to spread even further through you.
"It's nothing, Queen."
"I liked the movie," you added, giving him a brief look.
"Really? Thank you so much... I liked seeing you in Sinners, too. You did a great job."
"Thank you..."
After that, silence reigned between you both, but it was quickly interrupted by Colman, who said goodbye to you with a warm hug, assuring you that you should write to him more often if you wanted to keep the role of Tiana, at which you just let out a giggle.
The car that had dropped you off was now at the corner waiting for you, so you hurried to say goodbye to both of them—but not before giving one last look at Jaafar, who smiled at you gently as you turned your back and disappeared into the car.
What none of you knew was that a small group of paparazzi had taken several photos of your meeting, mostly of Jaafar and you, and that several videos had already been recorded by people who were in the same restaurant.
The ride home was short. After changing into your trusty nightgown and panties, you threw yourself onto the bed and picked up your phone.
You had decided that you really needed to post something on Instagram today; your last post was from two months ago, and you knew your fans were dying to see something new.
@QueensBald
liked by jermajestyjjackson, kingofbingo & others
QueensBald a lil bit of this month, see u soon. love&peace 🐸🥂
user21 what’s jermajersty Jackson doing in her likes?????? 👀👀👀👀
User2357 MY EXACT THOUGHT
kingofbingo ❤️❤️❤️❤️
catherineutwah IM SO FUCKING HORNY 🫦🫦
sabrinacarpenter girl that’s my line.
QueensBald ladies, I’m tryan to do my work today, hehe, leave me alone type shyt.
You turned off the device, leaving it on your nightstand.
Involuntarily, your eyes drifted until they landed on Jaafar’s jacket. It rested on the coat rack by the door. A small smile stretched across your lips before you closed your eyes.
It really had been a long night.
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the jacksons
sypnosis ; the Jackson family rules an empire built on loyalty, power, and blood. in a world where betrayal is deadly and family comes before everything, every choice has a price.
contains ; violence, strong language, guns & weapons, crime and illegal activity, family conflict, betrayal & manipulation, mentions of death, mature themes, jealousy & possessiveness, emotional distress
what to expect ; one shots, blurbs headcannons & blurbs
pairings ; michael x reader, oc x marlon (potentially), oc x jackie (potentially),
this is a fictional alternate universe and does not depict real people or real events.
mutual tags for now 🏷️ @blkkbratt @siighrns @jermajestysbaby @doleuia @humannaturess @syrndollie @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @angelfacediary @mikedotorg @mikesfaveater @kissmyglxck @sqrixm
i am absolutely not responsible for the person i become when thick michael is brought up in the conversation
i wanna rub on his belly
"Why doesn't no one talk much about otw michael/afro michael" bc #they don't like remembering that he's black helllooooooooooo
saw an instagram post in which the girl shared the texts her ex's lil bro sent her and it was the cutest thing. i was wondering if you could make smth like that with jermajesty and he's asking you to get back together with randy or jaafar.
Jermajesty begging you to get back together with his brother
author's note: since the anon couldn't choose, and neither could i, I decided not to add any names so you can decide whether it's randy or jaafar.
jermajesty in his fanfics LMAOOO
dumbification, cock drunk reader after argument with jermajesty
~i screamed when i read this. i support the cock drunk agenda, i love being dick dumb sometimes. hope you enjoy this while I finish up other requests and fics I have planned @vict-oryy
-jelly🪼
Arguing with Jermajesty wasn’t an often occurrence, him preferring to speak about any issues calmly to come to a conclusion. He didn’t like to yell, he refused to engage in the conversation if he noticed you were considerably upset and not being rational, opting to gently talk you down until you could clearly tell him what the problem was.
He refused to engage in toxicity, having his past experiences and knowing your past experiences with ex-partners. If he even thought you were trying to bait him into an argument, he would correct that immediately. “Ma, until you calm down and start acting like you were raised with some sense, we’re not talking about it.”
“Yeah, I understand you’re upset, but we don’t talk to each other crazy, do we?” He loved his girl and would do anything for you, so he was confused as to why you would need to question his loyalty or love for you. Until you finally told him your issue.
The past few days have been rocky, you refusing to speak to him unless needed. Not eating with him like normal, not allowing him to touch you, rolling your eyes when he asked what’s wrong; making your little snide comments: “You know what’s wrong with me. Go ask that bitch.” He had had enough, he wasn’t even sure what ‘bitch’ you were referring to. Cheating was something he wouldn’t tolerate, the idea of wronging you like that making his stomach clench.
He was able to corner you on the fourth day, his patience wearing thin. You were scrolling through Instagram looking for your next hairstyle and who to book with when he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “What’s your issue, Y/N?” Your head shot up, he never called you by your name, even when referring to you when he was talking to other people. It was always ‘baby,’ or ‘ma,’ or ‘sweetheart.’
“You know my issue. Got bitches on my phone playing and now you’re in here playing in my face like you don’t know nothing. Get the fuck on.” Strike one.
“What have I told you about your mouth? I don’t give a damn about other people, but when you’re talking to me, talk right.” He nodded his head, giving you a sign to start again. “Try again.” Your body wasn’t sure whether to be turned on by his stern tone, or be irritated that this is what he decided to focus on.
You rolled your eyes at him, smacking your lips. You grabbed your phone to show him the screenshots of messages a fake spam page had sent you before blocking your account. There was a girl claiming she’s been messing around with Jermajesty for a while, and how he had been buying her gifts to keep her quiet. At first, you doubted her claims, not believing some random over your man. But then she sent screenshots of text messages, money being given over apple pay, pictures of Chanel and Coach purses.
The messages made you sick looking at them, not wanting to believe that the man you wanted to marry was sticking his dick inside some random.
Jermajesty scrolled through the messages and pictures, taking his time to analyze the situation. “This isn’t even me, darling. I don’t know a Kaniyah, I’m not with anyone but you, and you know I would never do you like that.”
“Do I? Every time I think I can trust a nigga, I get done wrong. I’m just a dumb bitch for thinking you were any different. I’m done, get the fuck out of my face.” Strike two.
“Done? Done with what?”
“You, fuck nigga! Go get Kaniyah since you want the bitch so bad!” This was his last straw. And that’s how you ended up on all fours, begging for him to pull out just a few inches.
“It’s too deep! Please, ‘can’t take it.” His thrusts stayed steady, pushing all the way in to hit your cervix.
“Nah, you gotta take all of it. Told you to watch your mouth, ma.” He had already made you cum on his tongue and fingers three times back to back. Your sensitivity levels skyrocketing with his thick dick stroking your weeping pussy.
“I already told you I don’t know that girl. You know you’re my girl and I only want you. How many times I gotta prove it to you?” He wasn’t asking rhetorical questions this time, he genuinely needed to know what you needed from him so you wouldn’t doubt him.
“I- oh fuck. Right there, pleasepleaseplease.” You hadn’t registered what was being said to you, completely enamored with the curve of his dick and how it perfectly hit the gummy spot that made you drool. He let out a sadistic laugh, enjoying your struggle to speak to him.
“Look at you. Can’t even speak. Such a silly girl, thinking I want any other pussy than this pretty girl down here. You know I love my girls.” You couldn’t help but clench down on his dick, cream building on the length of him.
Your fourth orgasm was building, your stomach tight, but your bladder felt full. This feeling was foreign, your body felt light, but your eyes were heavy, almost going cross at the pleasure Jermajesty was inflicting on you.
“Wait! Pull out, you’re gonna make me pee.” Your heart somehow started to race faster, reaching back with trembling fingers to try and stop his heavy thrusts. He just put your hand back on the bed, pushing your back deeper into your arch, spine bent almost unnaturally.
His hips sped up, now trying to coax the orgasm from you. He fucked his frustrations into you, hands gripping your hips with bruising force. It actually pissed him off that you would even consider the possibility of him cheating on you.
“You think I would cheat on you? You, baby? Do you know who you are? Got me fucked up.” With every word, his thrusts became more firm. Your poor little pussy couldn’t handle him anymore, unable to hold on. Your juices splashed on his dick and abdomen, soaking the sheets beneath you, mixing with the cream that had accumulated on his dick.
Your screams echoed throughout your shared apartment, surely heard by neighbors. Your orgasm continued for what felt like eons, rendering your legs useless. You lay limp underneath him, hoping he was done with you until you noticed he was still hard, dick still throbbing inside of you; still digging you out.
“You owe me one more, girl. Not done spending time with my sweet girl down here.” You laying flat on your stomach didn’t deter him from fucking into you, he pushed your legs into the number 4 position and got to work.
Sobs wracked through your body. The pace of his thrusts slowed considerably, a stark difference from the last round. He slowly pulled out until just his tip remained in your ruined pussy, thrusting back in slowly so you could feel all of him. Every vein and how his dick hooked your cervix.
“You got your nerve. Who comes home to you everyday? Takes care of anything for you?” You open your mouth to answer, but no matter how hard you tried, you could only let out a squeak. His hands got a tight grip on your hair, pulling your head back to hear you. “Huh?”
“You, pa! Y-you take care of me.” You did your best to give him full answers, knowing he wouldn’t take one word responses from you. He needed to know that you understood what he was saying.
“That’s fucking right. You’re my girl, this is my pussy, and this is all I want. Swear to god I don’t want another girl. Only want my baby.” His hips started to stutter, whining at his last words. His words set you off, drool spilling from your mouth as you wailed into the sheets.
His nut spills inside of you, warm and overflowing. He tried to fuck it into you, but your own cum mixed with his and dripped down your thighs, some dripping down to your swollen clit. You curl into a ball after he pulls out, sensitive and ready to pass out. Not once have you had five orgasms repeatedly. It was like you had been factory reset.
“Look at me,” you weakly look at him, his eyes soft and full of love. The same way he looks at you during slow mornings, the same way he looks at you when he’s watching you focus on the book you had been reading, the same way he looked at you when you went on an hour rant about how the ending of Pretty Little Liars sucked and how you could’ve written it better. He was truly, madly, and deeply in love with you.
“I’m sorry if anything in my actions made you think I would cheat on you, darling. I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.” His forehead rested against yours, rubbing your noses together. “If you want to look through my phone or bank records, you absolutely can. I have nothing to hide from you.” His voice not once wavered, which was normally a telltale sign of his lying, and he doesn’t lie often. Only when he’s trying to keep a surprise a secret, or planning something for you, and he’s horrible at it. He was being sincere, and that made you feel guilty that you chose to believe a random dm from a fake account over your boyfriend of three years.
“No, I’m sorry. You never did anything, papa. I don’t know why I overreacted like that. Don’t be mad at me.” He placed kisses on each cheek, your forehead, your nose, your chin, and finally your mouth. His kisses dizzying your head, his tongue tangled with yours, soft sighs leaving his mouth.
“I mean it when I tell you I love you.”
You nodded, “I know. I love you, too.” He pulled you close, still giving you room to curl back up in your ball and sleep in his arms, reminding him of a spoiled house cat.
How it feels turning the scenarios I imagine as I'm falling asleep into fanfics:
I just saw the funniest TikTok prank, when a girlfriend is telling her boyfriend “I want it now.” While he’s sleeping 😂 so he thinks she wants to have sex, and is overly ready! But she’s like no, I want my ??? (something ridiculous and childish) 😂 can I make a request for this with Jermajesty x reader?
Tiktokaholic (3)
Part 2 here
🍫pairings: Jermajesty x black!reader
🍫Wc: 422
🍫contains: Suggestive content, humor, established relationship
🍫summary: You had to get your get back
It was a late night and Jermajesty was knocked out while you were up on TikTok like usual. The volume was turned down to not disturb him while ‘Martin’ played on the television.
While scrolling, you saw a trend where the girl told her boyfriend she wants it now. He assumed she meant sex and he was ready for it but she switched up and said she was talking about ice cream.
𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐥’ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 | 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝!𝐦. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ٠࣪⭑
𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ( 𝟏𝟖+ )
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ٠࣪⭑— 𝐦. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ٠࣪⭑— 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+). 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫/𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡). 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 (🤏🏾). 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬.
Here it was, the big night of the century in Mississippi —the Juke Joint, hosted by..The Jacksons. All this dancing and drinking had you a bit loose, and this was your third bathroom break of the night. Crazy right?
Jackie, whose job was to guard the door, chewing on a toothpick, stared at you walking up to the door. Your kitten heels were clacking as you got closer to him. He eyed you up and down before he stood up in front of the door.
"Yo, where you think you goin'? Once again?" Jackie came close to you, inhaling the whiskey on your warm breath as he tilted his head. You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to push him out of the way, but he barely budged.
"Move, I gotta go pee," you whined, dragging your hand down his suit. Jackie followed your hand with his eyes as it dragged against him, looking a bit jocular. "Make it quick—I'm not bout' to keep watching over you, woman," You laughed a bit at his response before you slid passed him.
"Mmm, ya bet," you said, with your finger still lingering against Jackie's chest as you smiled back at him. He knew you were a bit tipsy, so he would watch you walk away from the club, swaying your hips in your silky dress.
Staring back at him as you slowly disappeared into the dark by the bushes.
"This girl, man," Jackie shook his head as he laughed when he sat back down on his stool.
You ducked down by a bush, pulling up your dress and squatting.
A soft breeze brushing against your face from the winds, releasing some pressure from how long you’ve been holding this in.
Bushes behind you sounded like they were being moved and someone was trying to fight through him.
Whispers felt like they were close, directly in your ear, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” the mysterious voice cooed.
“what?—hello?” you answered back, trying to keep quiet but at the same time freaking out.
Music and stomping feet filled the club with so much joy, as everyone danced, sweat dripping down the sides of their foreheads and hair sweating out. And the sweet smell of whiskeys and beers—roamed the musky air like a thick fog settling over a swamp.
Marlon, who was smoking a cig with his close one in age—Michael.
They both leaned against a wooden pillar, watching over the party while Tito watched from upstairs, also eyeing a couple fine ladies.
“Where’d miss..tootsie go?” Marlon asked with his tongue in his cheek to hide a smile, nudging on Michael’s right arm .
“She been drinkin’ since she got hea, I don’t know,” Michael acknowledged as he shrugged. “You don’t care?” Marlon crossed his arms when he leaned his head more forward to get a better look at Michael underneath his hat.
“Nah, I care—m’just tryna watch over my people,” Michael removed the cigarette from his lips as he slowly turned his head towards his brother with a smirk. Marlon just smiled and nodded and glanced elsewhere towards the crowd who was humming along to the music and instruments on stage.
As Marlon got a fair glance over at what was happen before him, he turned back towards Michael—as when he thought that Michael was still standing here. He was gone, leaving behind a hint of his signature scent.
“Michael..?” Marlon called out, looking behind the pillar.
Your bathroom break was finally over, you felt yourself walking more straighter than usual, and with more of a—strut.
Jackie’s head shot up once he heard footsteps become more prominent by the second; his leg stretched across the entrance as his head was rested against the wooden wall.
“Oh, hey! You’re back.” Jackie announced. He could see a hunger in your eyes, but couldn’t quite make it out. Your hands were elegantly resting in front of you as you stared at Jackie, his neck, and then back at his eyes.
“You’re gonna let me in—or are you gonna keep your leg right there?” You said with your head tilted, teasingly. “Yes ma’am, my apologizes.” He immediately moved his leg and put his hands up in surrender. “That’s what I thought,” you snapped back underneath your breath as you cat-walked passed him.
A laugh was being heard from the bar as you peeked around to see who it was. The gentlemen, Michael jackson, who was known for his wonderful vocals and sweet spirit.
You stopped in your tracks as you gave yourself the time to remember his figure. Brown suit, brown slacks, and of course his shoes, can’t forget the shoes. His white socks with red and brown leather shoes. Your breath hitched a bit, you met him before—but the more you were around him, the way you could smell him from here, turned you on even more.
Confidence was taking over your body as you walked towards him, adjusting your hair in the process. “Michael?” You cooed. Michael slowly turned around at his name being questioned by such a doting voice, and there you were, glistening under the warm tone of the lights. “Mm, well hello,” Michael couldn’t hold back the smirk that was fighting to be expressed.
“Hi, whatcha drinkin’?” You said as you settled yourself down on the stool next to him, staring at the details of the deep arch in his hat being shown from the light.
“Oh, this isn’t mines, I’m watchin’ someone’s drink. You?” He now turned his body to fully face you, taking in the view. You were a bit dazed at how badly you were craving him right now, even the thought of him between your teeth was enough to arouse you.
“I’ve had enough for the night,” you joked around with a little giggle as you glided your hand down in his thigh.
Michael was the easiest Jackson out of the five that was there, and additionally you wanted him badly and knew a way with your words—so this wouldn’t be a difficult task.
“Can I just-” You reached over for the glass. Slowly pushing up against Michael as you stretched across him. “Wait,” he grabbed onto your wrist as his fingers brushed against your jewelry. You turned your head, moving the hair out of your face while now staring deadly into his eyes. That look gave you meant business and you wanted it handled now.
He immediately removed his hand off your wrist and you continued moving the drink away from his, handing it to the lady who was helping with drinks. “Thank you..” you said holding eye contact with her and then back at Michael, who looked amused at your seriousness and who clearly found your lips amusing too.
You went in for it, back arching in his lap, kissing him on his lips, letting a soft moan escape him. He pulled back, now giving both of your eyes their undivided attention as a smirk slowly formed on his face. Your finger trailed against his jawline, stroking it until your finger got to his chin and then hovered over his lip.
The way this feeling was taking over your body was crazy, Michael could feel himself growing at the way you touched him so softly and how you stared at him with such hunger.
He got up from his stool, still looking a bit dazed, and offered your hand. You immediately took the invite and followed him into a room with shelves and a rug.
You locked the door behind you smirking, and then dropped it once you turned around to him, once you got him alone—finally.
Michael watched you as you locked the door, taking off his suit jacket. “Y’know I love you, right?” you asked as you took off your heels while walking towards him. Michael raised an eyebrow, confused on how you have such a strong feeling when you two just met. “I just wanna—touch you, taste you, in all kinds of ways, Mikey..” you caressed the back of his neck as you whispered into his ear, licking and nibbling at it.
The way your voice sounded, so starved, but yet demanding—sent chills down his spine. “M-me too,” his breath hitched, as he has never been around a woman such as you, with this much tenderness but control. You laughed at how pussy whipped you had him and you haven’t even put anything on him yet, but the submissive actions coming from him caused an aching sensation between your legs.
You moaned at the way he folded so quickly. “Lay,” you demanded, pointing towards the floor. He took off his hat and sat it next to his jacket that was laying next to him. He watched you lower down on his crotch as his lip was caught in his teeth.
Soon as you lowered down on him, his hands flew to grasp onto your waist. His finger tips dug into the plush of your hips and then slowly gravitated to your ass. You could feel your mouth getting watery as drool slowly escapes your mouth when you stared at his abdomen and on his lips. “Mama, you droolin’,” he stared at the drool that was connected to your lips.
“Y’wanna taste?” You cooed as you got closer to his face. He nodded and collected the drool on his fingers, stuffing them in your mouth.
Tito and Marlon were scoping the party, keeping an eye on people, trying to make sure nothing bad was happening. Then there it was—the trouble. Two men were fighting over a game, and one stole the other man's knife.
"HEY—cut that out!" Tito yelled, and the whole room went silent. The two men froze and immediately backed off from each other. "Oh, so y'all fighting in our establishment?" Marlon and Tito both grabbed for their guns, and they looked around to see how much of a mess the men had made.
"No, sir," one man said, scared and shaking his head while being out of breath. "So, the fuck is y'all doin'?" Marlon cursed, furrowing his eyebrows. They both looked at each other before they both spoke.
"He stole my knife!" "He tried stabbing me for being a punk ass bitch!" The men argued. Tito tilted his head as he tried to listen to both while tucking his lips. "Get the knife from em," Tito ordered Marlon. The man who held the knife held it up like he was trying to fight Marlon for attempting to grab it from him.
"Try it, and I'll shoot ya'," Tito announced as he held the gun up to get ready to shoot fire. Marlon tripped him as he pulled off his leg trip takedown, and instantly grabbed the knife for him. "Keep trying me, and y'all asses gon' be kicked out," Marlon said as he backed up with the knife and shoved it in his pocket. "You'll get this back once you leave," Tito added.
“Have y'all seen Michael?” Randy interrupted. Marlon turned his neck quickly. “he’s been gone for twenty minutes,” Randy adds on, looking around. “Oh my goodness, move, boy.” Marlon snapped back and Tito followed behind him.
They walked around the place, separating while their hands were on their gun for easy access. Randy who was by the room that you and Michael were in heard a noise. You didn’t mind being loud since music was blasting through the place and no one was worried about that part of the club.
Pornographic moans were leaving your mouth as you bounced on his dick, as he was constantly kissing your cervix like no other. “Oh, fuck—” you panted, groping onto one of your boobs. Michael went in for a kiss to muffle both of your whimpers as he bucked his hips into you to chase his climax.
“Y’feel—so so good,” Michael whined as he pulled away from the kiss. You were getting closer alongside him and couldn’t help yourself—he was now in a very vulnerable place and you took this as a chance to scan his neck and Adam’s apple fully when he threw his head back.
As your fingers moved his head to the side to let you get a good look at his neck, his prominent and juicy veins showed through his neck. Your fangs fuller form as you mouth was now salivating more than usual, you licked the spot you were targeting to bite and numbed it. “Mikeyyy” was the last thing he heard, as you cooed, the way you said it still buzzing through his ear.
“Michael!?” Randy banged on the door using his two fists. All he heard was soft cries and whimpering—of pain or pure ecstasy?
“Aah!” Came out of Michael’s mouth as his fingers dug deep into your waist, attempting to pull you off.
“Marlon! Tito!” Randy yelled for his brothers as they came rushing to the scene. “He's in there,” Randy pointed to the door and backed up. “Michael! Open the damn door!” Tito ordered as he fully pulled his gun out of his pants and put it to the side of him.
No answer.
“Michael!” Marlon yelled for him.
No. Answer.
They all attempted to break down the door as it started to bend inward.
You stopped riding him as you nibbled at his neck as he slowly began to lose blood. Blood was staining your fangs, dripping now onto your chin, your collarbone, and then onto your dark brown dress.
The door finally caved in as the three men stared at your back as they slowly approached. Your eyes were glowing with a red tint as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hands, silk press all messy and covered with blood across your face. Your chest was heaving from the adrenaline of sucking and eating away at Michael.
You rose to your feet, giving his brother a full view of his body. He was back dressed but was holding his neck as he tried to say something. “What the fuck?” Marlon snapped, as he raised his gun and released fire directly at you. You ran out of the room screaming, hauling ass outside.
“They’re coming!” You yelled as you ran out.
Marlon ran to Michael, immediately falling to his knees. “Michael!” Marlon cried out as he picked Michael’s head up into his lap, trying to apply pressure to his neck. “M-Marlon—she- she-,” Michael tried to say but started choking on his blood.
All of them were on the ground next to him watching him take his last breath. Their eyes widen as Michael went limp, Jackie looked more confused than hurt. His eyebrows furrowed as he was deep in thought still with his brother’s blood on his hands.
“She bit him! That soul-sucking ass bitch was a vampire!” Jackie yelled out as he stared at the spot you bit him in.
“Lets go—let's go, now!” Jackie ordered, gathering all his brothers and leaving the room. But Marlon still couldn't register that his brother was really gone, right in front of him. “Marlon, please.” Jackie came back to grab Marlon by his arm as he was fighting back his second round of tears.
“Someone lock the door before he turns!” Randy insisted. Tito locked the door with a key and slowly backed up.
“What should we do?” Randy asked as he started to shake. They all looked at each other, dumbfounded, not sure what to do. “Maybe—grab some garlic or sum’?” Marlon asked.
As soon as Tito went to grab some garlic from the bar, there was a knock on the door—the room where Michael was pronounced dead.
Everyone froze as they looked toward the door, and they heard a soft but heavy voice come from behind the door. Tito put his head to the door to make sure he wasn't going crazy.
Then a big knife came through the wooden door and was instantly pulled back. Tito gasped as his back met the wooden wall behind him, in shock. “Marlon!” a voice called for Marlon. He took a deep breath and got his gun ready as he approached the door.
“Michael? That’s you?” Marlon asked as his voice shook as he peeped through the hole that was made from Michael’s knife.
“Who else would it be? Now let me out.” The voice sounded just like Michael, his brother could see his smile, nice and clean, through the hole. That little mustache of his was sitting pretty on top of his top lip as his fangs started to show.
Marlon looked back at his brother before he said anything else.
“T-that ain’t Michael, Marlon.” Jermaine stuttered as his chest started to heave.
“Oh my goodness,” Jackie immediately broke down in tears once again.
“You doin’ alright?” Marlon turned back towards the door while still peeking into the hole.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Now let me out, please,” Michael said as he went to pick up his hat.
“Y’sure? You lost a lotta blood..” Marlon questioned.
Michael grew angrier as more questions were being asked, and he wasn’t being let out. “Stop asking me all these questions and let me out, man.” Michael began banging on the door.
He began pushing the door with his shoulder, hard and using all his strength. "Michael, stop!" Tito yelled out of fear.
The room went silent as the bangs echoed off the walls.
Then there Michael was, built up all his vampire strength, backing up from the door, and he came busting through.
And he ran out of the club into the complete darkness as his brothers watched him disappear.
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A/N : not really proof read so sorry for misspelling.
The video started with jermajesty fixing the lens.
“how the fuck do you work this thing?” his face all scrunched up.
“how imma buy something i don’t know how to work?”
Once he seen the lens was not blurry anymore and the video had started he started smirking.
“I know yall wasn’t expecting me but hey here i am” he smiled cockily, his gap showing.
“Today i’m getting back at yall favorite girl—she really a demon but don’t tell her i said that” he laughed then looked to the side with a worried look.
“anyways im doing the hiding my phone prank on her, she might beat my ass—yall she deadass was beating me up after that last prank she did” he said looking into space thinking about a few days ago.
“i apologized and everything and my body still sore”
“anyways imma have randy texting me from a different number and imma ignore her a lil bit and hide my phone and shit everytime she come close to me” he said showing the camera his phone.
“imma label the contact as “Fashion nova” so she can be like—” he made the mug you be making when your mad at the camera.
“and start saying “you don’t even shop at fashion nova”” he said mimicking your voice.
“Right now she taking a nap and she should be waking up in like 5 minutes so we can watch our movie, so imma go set the camera up” he cut the video off and went to set the camera up on the same shelf it was on last time.
He texted randy telling him he can start texting from the fake number.
Once settled on the couch he started texting the number back once he heard your footsteps coming towards the living room.
“Hey baby you ready to start the movie” you yawned, you got completely ignored by a smiling jermajesty.
“Maj” you stood in front of the tv, he still ignored you.
“i know this nigga hear me talking to him” you mumbled walking over to where he was sitting giving him a slight shove.
He finally looked up at you with a small grin.
“oh hey baby, when did you wake up”
“i been woke for a minute, you ain’t hear me calling you, who you texting?” you said reaching to grab his phone but before you could he moved his hand.
“my bad, come on let’s start the movie” he changed the subject, grabbing the remote.
All you did was look him up and down before sitting on the other end of the couch.
You heard him suck his teeth before grabbing your leg that laid on the couch bringing you closer to him.
“Why you so far, you been sleep for 7 years, i wanna be in your skin” he bit his lip laying his body on yours.
You smiled running your fingers through his curls, he turned on the movie yall were watching before throwing the remote on the ground.
After a while you felt his phone buzz, he ignored it at first but then a little after it buzzed again which caused him to sit up and pull out his phone.
You sucked your teeth sitting up and going back to the other side of the couch.
You tried to pay attention to the movie but your eyes kept wandering off to jermajesty looking down at his phone with a wide grin.
Finally you decided to see what the joke was, you crawled over to him looking over his shoulder.
Before you could make out what was in his phone he cut it off.
“why you move?” he asked sliding his device in his pajama pants pocket.
“No why did you move, and why do you keep smiling at your phone?” you asked back you voice laced with attitude.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he shook his head leaning back onto the couch turning his attention to the movie.
You stared at him for second before narrowing your eyes at him.
“Jermajesty”
He looked at you with a blank face.
“lemme see your phone” you held your hand out, he usually hands it right over but this time he looked down at your hand with a raised eyebrow.
“Why”
“Because i need to see something”
“why you won’t look for it on your phone” he reached behind you and grabbed your phone putting it in your hand.
You scoffed and got up off the couch.
“What’s in your phone jermajesty?” you stood in front of him with your hand on your hip.
“nothing mama, come on your missing the best part” he looked past you pointing at the tv.
You reached forward grabbing his phone out his pocket and then ran into the kitchen, he quickly stood up chasing after you.
“Mama come on stop playing” he stood on the other side of the counter from you.
You didn’t say anything back, you unlocked his phone going straight to his messages.
You seen a contact labeled fashion nova which made you instantly mug the phone.
Before you could press on the thread, jermajesty snatched the device out your hand.
“Why the fuck is fashion nova texting you? you don’t even shop there what the fuck!” you pushed his chest.
“i just downloaded the app”
“you a damn lie, if you want anything ordered you usually ask me, so what’s different now?!”
Jermajesty ran his hands down his face, shaking his head “i just wanted the app what’s so wrong about it?”
“What’s wrong is that “fashion nova” texted you with heart eyes, and now all of a sudden you don’t want me so see your phone!” you walked up to him getting in his face.
Jermajesty tried to hide his smile the best he could, seeing you all mad gets him turned on.
“mama calm down, it aint even like that”
“Go to the thread then, lemme see” you reached for his phone.
He moved away quickly which made you scoff, “Jermajesty i’m giving you ten seconds to give it to me or imma start fuckin shit up” you turned around, putting your hand over your mouth.
Behind you jermajesty had a wide grin on his face. he playfully held his hand up and started counting for you.
He quickly stopped once he seen you turning back around.
“Mama i swear it’s nothing serious”
Being fed up with his lies you pushed him out the way making your way down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.
You went into the closet grabbing a pair of his designer shoes and then over to your dresser grabbing your pink bedazzled lighter.
Jermajesty stood in the living room laughing, he wanted to follow you but he’d knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in.
Soon after he seen you walk into the living room with his shoes and lighter which made him shut up quickly.
His brows furrowed as he followed you to the front door “wait baby what you doing”
He grabbed your arm turning you to face him.
“i told you lemme see the phone or im fuckin shit up” you said with a small smile.
Jermajesty huffed “Baby what the hell, ain’t nothing in my phone” his hands flew up in the air.
“Well let me see it” you held your hand out.
Jermajesty went silent, his eyes remained on yours.
“Oh okay that what i thought, i hope these wasn’t your favorite” you turned back around heading to open the door.
Just then he grabbed your arm, holding his phone out to you.
“here”
You dropped the shoes and grabbed the phone, you already knew what was in it you just wanted to be sure.
Opening up the messages once again you pressed on the contact labeled as fashion nova going through the thread.
Shaking your head at the conversation you decided enough was enough.
Jermajesty stood infront of you with a small grin, he honesty didn’t know what you was going to do next and he was a little scared.
You looked up at him with teary eyes, jermajesty frowned a little feeling bad, but just before he can speak his phone flew to the ground shattering.
His mouth dropped open.
“(Name)! why would you do that?!” he crouched down grabbing the shattered pieces.
“I’m so fucking done with you jermajesty, you piece of shit!” you yelled stomping back into the room so with tears streaming down your face.
Jermajesty shook his head standing up, he walked over to the shelf grabbing the camera.
“yall i fucked up” his hand over his lips.
“she broke my fucking phone and she crying, i feel so bad”
He made his way into the room, you were on the side of the bed with your hands covering your face and your shoulders shaking.
“baby i’m sorry, it was a prank”
You looked up— your face puffy and eyes red.
“w-what”
“it was a prank baby, that was randy texting from a fake number” he walked over standing between your legs.
Your mouth fell open as you wiped your face.
“oh my god maj im sorry”
Jermajesty playfully sucked his teeth, “yeah right, you meant everything you did”
You chuckled wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his stomach, his hand found its way to the back of your head—gently stroking it.
“you deserved it—i was fuckin mad, cause why is fashion nova texting you”
“right right, you owe me a new phone though”
You scoffed “nah dolly, that’s your fault”
“you and this fuckin baddies, that’s why you was ready to burn my shit” jermajesty chuckled.
“yo shit was finna be good and barbecued” you both laughed.
“anyways thank you guys for watching, more coming soon, love yall—say bye baby” he pointed the camera to your face.
“bye yall, it’s always team me” you said throwing up a peace sign as jermajesty scoffed.
“yeah okay”
We Have Spider-Man at Home || Jermajesty Jackson
Jermajesty Jackson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jermajesty being an adorable nerd and wanting to include you (his childhood friend) in all of his nerdy ventures.
Tags: Pure Fluff, Childhood Best Friends, Nerdy Stuff, No Toxic Jermajesty Over Here, Mutual Pining, Drabble, Unspoken Feelings, Marvel References
Word Count: 1.7k
Your bed is soft beneath where you lay atop of it, so soft that your weight sinks into the plush surface a bit. The baby pink blankets draped cozily over the queen sized mattress are thick and downy against your skin. Too many frilly pillows in various shades of pink crowd your headboard. You’re laying on your belly, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and sprawled out on your bed on top of the soft blankets; doomscrolling the slow sunday afternoon away.
The ceiling fan above your head spins slowly, gently fanning you with cool air from above. Every once and a while a soft breeze will blow through your open window and tickle your legs. Your chin rests on one hand as you scroll past video after video with just your thumb on the other.
Every couple of scrolls you’ll hit something hilarious or that you can’t help but comment your two cents on. Basically, you’ve been feasting on dopamine for the last few hours on your much appreciated day off.
Without warning your bedroom door flies open on the hinges, you’re pretty sure he kicked it open. You jump, a startled gasp catches in your throat when you turn to see your brother's best friend entering your room with lightning speed. For all intensive purposes, his feet aren’t even touching the ground.
You knew that your brother had planned on hanging with Jermajesty today. What you were unaware of is that he’d already picked him up to bring him over, and more specifically, that he was already in your house.
The man swings your door open with his foot, his hands are carrying a brown box with a few brightly colored magazines sitting on top. “Yo, look what finally arrived!” He’s smiling ear-to-ear, not bothering to say hello and definitely not bothering to knock. He’s blinded by excitement and the desire to share it with someone he knows will be excited with him. When he saw the package on his doorstep his first thought was to tell you about it.
His curls are slightly messy and spilling in dark spirals over his forehead and a gold chain half hides under his white t-shirt. His rich bronze complexion is glowing with a reflective amber hue as usual.
Jermajesty enters your room like he also lives there; well, your house has sort of been a second home for him for nearly both of your entire lives. Your bedroom is an ultra-feminine oasis of every shade of pink and bouncy frills that he has too many memories from to count. From studying for exam together on crisp autumn nights or when you two watched your first horror movie together in middle school.
He all but flew from the doorway to launching himself in the air and crashing down on your bed right next to you. Your pillows bounce in the air. You swear all of this happened in approximately five seconds.
The mattress ripples like a torrent of waves, causing you to lift into the air when he lands on your bed next to you. The air displaced by the impact carries his fresh-smelling cologne to your nose. By now your surprise has now turned into a smile that you can feel about to burst into laughter.
Jermajesty lays splayed out on your bed on his belly next to you; his feet hang far off the bed while yours stop long before the end of the bed. You can see now that those colorful magazines are vintage comic books, which he carefully sits to the side to get to the box below them. His warm brown eyes are practically sparkling with excitement as he tears off the tape sealing the package.
Your bedding smells sweet like flowers and sugar and whatever else makes a girl smell like a girl. Most importantly and memorably to him they smell like the epitome of you. “I haven’t even opened it yet, I wanted to show you!” His smile is beaming bright as he focuses on getting the package open. He's been waiting for this package for weeks and crafting his plan for what's inside for even longer.
Your smile is soft and amused as you look at him comfortably laid atop your fluffy bedding. His broad shoulders stretch his white tee and are nearly touching yours from where he lays next to you. “Hi, Jer.” You greet him through lips that want to curl into a bigger and bigger smile.
Your voice is soft and sweet and a bit teasing. He gets so excited about the things he's into, even to the point of kicking your door in and diving on your bed unannounced to share it with you. You find it unbearably cute, it's a privilege that you never want to be without.
He pauses finally from ripping the cardboard box open. “Hey, y/n.” He hadn't necessarily forgotten to greet you but he had forgotten that despite his excitement you have no idea what he's doing or on about.
His smile is sincere and toothy, including the little gap in his front teeth that you think is so endearing.
His eyes scan over your features quickly, to each eye that gleams like the north star to him and then your fluffy, glossed lips. You smell like strawberries, which is fitting, given he's swimming in pink atop your duvet. Your skin is smooth and radiant and your hair springs and coils like the softest cloud on your head. He takes the sight of you in the span of seconds and then is back to what caused him to kick your door in to begin with.
He at last gets the box open, rustles through the stuffing paper and packaging and then pull out a costume, a spider-man costume. He jumps up off the bed, holding the suit up by the shoulders to show you it in its entirety. “Bro, my suit finally came!” His voice has raised a whole octave now, he throws his head back with excited laughter then holds the suit up to his eye-level to take in every detail.
You can tell that this is no party city costume, he spent some money on this. The material is thicker and more detailed than your typical children's Halloween costume. It's black with webbing red lines throughout in the pattern of a spider's web. There's a red symbol of a spider that looks like it's been spray painted onto the chest.
You smile at him analysing the suit like someone that clearly knows what to look for. His eyes are round with a boyish glee. The suit looks good, detailed and mature. Mature enough to look like a serious display of admiration for comic book storytelling and not something he stole from his little cousin.
You're excited that the cosplay he's been talking about since the first set photos for the upcoming spider-man dropped is falling into place like he wanted.
You admire the suit, being a fan of all of this comic booky stuff as well. “Nice!” You beam, you can picture him in it already, he's definitely got the body for it. Broad shoulders and a tight waist that will fill the costume out in a way that's sure to fit the hero bill. “Ready to save the city now, huh?” Your lips pull into a jesting smirk.
Jermajesty holds the suit up to himself. “Damn straight, girl, imma be on dat shit!” A cockier expression shifts his face into a charmingly smug look of surety and it makes you cackle. It wouldn't surprise you if he tried to swing from a few buildings later.
You cross your legs beneath yourself on the bed. “I’m excited to see what the finally look looks like.” You look at him like someone that is nothing less than adoring of him, because that's exactly what you are. Maybe more than a friend should be, but that's a conversation you haven't even had with yourself.
"I see you got some old school comics over here, too.” You turn to look at the brightly-colored, charmingly vintage comics fanned out on your bed. Comic heroes painted in bold colors and funky fonts cover the front page of the books in a way that definitely catches one's eye.
“Yeah, I found them at an antique store for like 5.99.”
“Oh, and..” Jermajesty takes a few steps back over to your bed to dig in the box again. Seconds later he pulls out another spider-themed costume, this one is schemed with pink, white and black and and has a more feminine shape but nothing too sultry.
“I got you this.” He holds the suit up for you to see, it's smaller than his, about your size and has a hood that matches the material of the rest of the costume. Inside the hood is the pattern of a spider web traced in lavender and filled in with pink.
He looks from behind the suit that he's holding up higher than his head, a shyness has softened the excitement on his face a tad. “I was thinking, you and me, Miles and Gwen, July 31?” His plush lips curl into a softer more nervous smile as he awaits your answer. Life had been so busy over the weeks of waiting to receive this package from the manufacturer; that he'd forgotten to tell you that he grafted you into his cosplay plan.
Your gaze scans over the costume he's holding, then to his, hopeful awaiting expression and you feel your heart melt. You gasp softly then pout your lips, flattered and feeling warm all over. “You got me a costume?” Your voice being an octave or two higher makes it obvious how endearing you find his gesture.
At first you poked your lip out jokingly; but the more you thought about the token of inclusion in combination with his eager expression, it became more real. Butterflies are making your stomach feel like its about to fly away.
His smile grows more confident at the tone of your voice, he's still holding the costume between his fingers. He thought that this would be cute and fun; costume of not, you've always been his Gwen anyway. “Yeah, wack?” He's only partially joking, just playing it safe in case you think this is totally cheesy behavior for adults to be engaging in.
Your brows furrow at his words, almost offended at the mere idea of him thinking that you wouldn't be down for something like this. This is the same man that you've binged the entire MCU with multiple times. You rise to your knees on the bed, clasping your hands together to display the sincerity in your heart. “No, that’s freakin cute! Yes, I will be your Spider-Gwen!”
The corners of Jer's eyes scrunch when he smiles ear-to-ear at your acceptance.
