[skaryles]

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[dailyhistorymemes]

The Choctaw-Irish Brotherhood(via)

[paula-of-christ]

[im-the-princess-now]

I love stuff like this. Didn’t a tribe in Africa send America some cows after 9/11? Like this is holy and the most valuable thing we have. We hear your suffering and want to do anything in our power to help

[dresshistorynerd]

It was not a potato famine. The famine didn’t happen because of the potato yeald failing. Ireland was actually producing more than enough food. However it was almost all land owned by Brittish landowners, who took all of the food out of the country to sell in UK. Potato was what the Irish farmers ate, because it was cheep and could be produced in worst parts of the land, where more profitable food couldn’t be grown. When there were no longer potatos, the decision for the farmers was to either starve and sent the food as rent to the landlords or loose their homes and then starve.

The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.

This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.

Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.

This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.

In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.

[trickstertime]

Then in 2020:

Irish people donate €2.5m to Native American tribe devastated by coronavirus

Navajo Nation say Irish generosity is the ‘good in all of the bad that is going on’

[jennybobenny73]

Choctaw Nation has now added a monument of their own:

Eternal Heart Sculpture to Honor Choctaw/Ireland Relationship to be Unveiled at Choctaw Nation Capitol - Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma

A sculpture honoring the relationship between the Choctaw Nation and the people of Ireland will soon be erected on the Choctaw Capitol groun

[xensilverquill]

An upcoming film in that vein:

[malepeacock]

𓊆ྀིTOUCH MYSELF𓊇ྀི JAAFAR J

𓍢🌷͙֒🎀 🦢⋆ jaafar jackson x blackfem!reader (you can imagine any race tho <3)

🦢🎀 ~ warning: masturbation, virgin reader, virginity loss, inexperience reader, multiple orgasms

☁️ 🎀 🧸˖ a/n: he’s winking at me btw. Also S/C stand for skin color 🩷

The afternoon sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the living room, casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the mahogany furniture.

You were curled up on the oversized sofa, trying your best to focus on the book in your lap, but the words were blurring together.

For the last hour, a strange, pulsing heat had been building deep in your belly, radiating downward until your center felt heavy, swollen, and aching with a hunger you didn't understand.

You had never felt this way before, this insistent, throbbing need that made your skin feel too tight and your breath come in shallow hitches. Without even realizing it, you began to shift.

You pressed your thighs together, rubbing them in a slow, rhythmic friction that brought a momentary, flickering relief to the fire between your legs.

Your hand wandered beneath the fabric of your skirt, your fingers brushing against the soft, damp swell of your mound.

You pressed tentatively, your heart hammering against your ribs, chasing a feeling you couldn't name.

Every time you shifted, your hips tilted instinctively, seeking a pressure that your own hand couldn't quite provide.

Jaafar had been watching you from the doorway for several minutes, his dark eyes hooded and observant.

He saw the way your eyes had grown glazed, the way you were fidgeting with your clothes, and the subtle, desperate way you were rubbing your thighs together.

A knowing, tender smile touched his lips. He knew exactly what was happening; your body was waking up, demanding a release that your innocence had kept you from seeking on your own.

He walked over softly, his presence commanding yet gentle, the scent of sandalwood and expensive cologne preceding him.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing vibration that seemed to echo in the pit of your stomach. "What's wrong? You seem uncomfortable."

You looked up at him, your cheeks flushing a deep, burning crimson. "I... I don't know, Jaafar. I just feel weird. Like there's something humming inside me, and it won't stop. It's like I'm itching, but on the inside."

Jaafar's gaze darkened with a mixture of affection and raw desire. He reached out, cupping your cheek with his large, warm hand, his thumb stroking your skin.

"I think I know exactly what that feeling is, baby. Come with me. I'll help you feel better."

Trusting him implicitly, you let him lead you by the hand into the bedroom. The air here was cooler, smelling of clean linens and the intimacy of a shared life.

He guided you to the edge of the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, creating a tension that made your knees weak. With a soft, dominant grace, he began to strip you.

He peeled your clothes away piece by piece leaving on your panties, his eyes admiring every inch of your S/C skin glowing, lingering on the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts.

He worked slowly, savoring the sight of your anticipation until you were left shivering slightly in nothing but your lace panties.

"Straddle me," he commanded softly, his voice leaving no room for doubt but wrapped in velvet.

You obeyed, climbing onto his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist.

The friction of your wet panties against the rough fabric of his jeans sent a jolt of electricity straight to your clit.

Jaafar gripped your hips, his large hands grounding you, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh.

"Now, just move for me," he whispered. "Grind your hips against me. Slow... just like that."

As you began to rock your pelvis against him, a soft, broken moan escaped your lips.

The pressure was perfect, hitting exactly where the ache was the sharpest.

You felt the hardness of him beneath the fabric, a solid pillar that promised the relief you craved.

"How does that feel, baby?" he asked, his voice a caress.

"It feels... so good," you whimpered, your head falling back, your chest heaving as you sought more friction. "I like it... please don't stop, Jaafar, please."

Jaafar continued to guide your rhythm, his hands squeezing your backside to keep you pressed tight against him, ensuring every movement maximized the contact.

While you were lost in the sensation, he began to question you, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of your arousal.

"Tell me, when did this feeling start?" he asked. "Did it happen suddenly, or has it been building all day?"

"I... I think... since this morning," you gasped, your movements becoming more frantic, your hips snapping forward. "It just... it wouldn't go away... oh, Jaafar, it's so hot!"

"And where do you feel it the most? Tell me exactly where it hurts, sweetheart," he urged, pushing you to acknowledge the raw desire blooming inside you.

"Down there... right here... it's throbbing..." you sobbed, grinding harder, your internal muscles clenching violently around the void.

You felt a sudden, sharp peak of intensity, a wave of warmth that crashed over you, making your toes curl and your vision blur.

It was an explosion of light and heat, a shimmering, golden peace that washed away the ache.

You slumped against his chest, panting, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Jaafar held you close, kissing your forehead before he gently shifted you. He slid his hand down, slipping a finger beneath the waistband of your panties.

"Let me see, baby."

He tugged them aside. The fabric clung, peeling away from your skin, a glistening sheen that coated the inside of the gusset and smeared across your inner thighs. His fingers came away wet.

"Look at that." He held his hand up so you could see. The afternoon light caught the moisture on his fingertips. "You came for the first time."

Your mouth formed a perfect O. "That's what that was?"

"Mmhmm."

"I came." The words were wondrous, like you were trying them on for size. "That was me cumming."

"And now you know what that feeling means." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Every time."

You beamed up at him, flushed and proud and utterly, devastatingly content.

Then your expression shifted. "Jaafar?"

"Yeah, baby?" His thumb stroked the inside of your wrist.

"Can you show me how to touch myself. So I can do it too."

The corner of his mouth lifted and he laid you down on your back, removing your panties. "Spread your legs a little. There. Just like that."

Your legs parted, both of you staring down at the landscape of your own body.

"Now," his lips brushed your earlobe, "I want you to touch yourself. Right here."

His finger pressed yours down until the pad of your index finger met something swollen.

Something that made your hips buck involuntarily. "Feel that?"

You nodded, throat too tight for words.

"That's your clit. That's where the feeling lives. Circle it. Slow. Like you're drawing little rings around it."

His hand stayed over yours, steering. The first rotation made your stomach clench. The second pulled a shaky exhale from your lungs.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Feels good. Really good."

"You can go lighter. Just barely graze it. That sometimes works better."

You adjusted the pressure. Let your fingertip skim instead of press, and the sensation turned electric, crackling up your spine, fanning out through your hips.

"I think i found it," you whispered.

"Yeah you did." His teeth grazed your earlobe. "Keep going. Don't stop."

Your wrist found its own rhythm, a lazy orbit that made your thighs tremble.

Jaafar's hands left yours to wander, one splayed flat on your stomach, the other cupping your breast.

His thumb circled your nipple in time with your circling finger, a mirror image, and the synchronicity made your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Listen to you," he breathed. "Making those pretty sounds already."

You hadn't realized you were making any sounds at all. But now you heard them, high and needy, catching in the back of your throat.

"Feels like before," you managed. "It's building up."

"Let it build. Let it be whatever it wants to be."

Your finger moved faster. Slick sounds now, wet and rhythmic. Jaafar's breath grew heavier.

"You're so beautiful like this. Learning your own body. Taking what you need."

The knot in your belly pulled tighter, tighter. "I think I'm gonna cum"

"Do it baby. Cum on your own fingers. Let me watch."

The permission was all you needed. Your back arched, hips grinding up into your own touch, and the climax hit like a wave you didn't see coming, shuddering and bright, your mouth open on a silent cry.

Jaafar held you through it, both arms wrapped tight, his lips pressed to your temple.

When you came back to yourself, you were shaking. Laughing, almost giddy.

"Jaafar... I want to know... what makes you feel like that. Show me. Please show me what pleases you."

A dark, hungry look crossed his face. He loved your curiosity, your willingness to surrender every part of yourself to him.

He gently flipped you over, positioning you on your stomach.

Your breasts were pressed into the mattress, your ass arched up, presenting your wet entrance to him.

"I'm going to go inside you now," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming guttural.

"I want you to focus on the photos wall, or the curtains... just distract your mind from the feeling for a moment, okay? Just breathe for me, baby."

You nodded frantically, clutching the sheets. You felt him press against you, then with a slow steady push, he began to enter.

You let out a sharp gasp of surprise, your body tightening around him as he stretched you open for the first time.

It was a full, heavy sensation that filled every void inside you, a pressure that felt both overwhelming and right.

"Shhh, just breathe... you're doing so well, baby. Just relax for me," he encouraged, waiting for your muscles to yield.

Once you relaxed, Jaafar didn't hold back. He gripped your hips firmly, his fingers bruising your skin, and began to fuck you with a deep, rhythmic intensity.

Each thrust was a blunt force of pleasure, hitting your depths and making you cry out in a mixture of shock and ecstasy.

The sound of his skin slapping against your ass filled the room, a primal beat that matched the pounding of your heart.

He drove into you relentlessly, his movements becoming faster and more powerful, his cock sliding deep into your tight heat.

He was no longer just the soft guide, he was the man claiming you, filling you completely, stretching you to your limit.

You sobbed his name, your body vibrating under the onslaught of his pleasure.

"My beautiful, sweet girl. You feel so tight... so perfect around me."

you sobbed. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop—"

He didn't. He fucked you through it, steady and relentless, and when the climax shattered through you, it had you whining into the pillow, body clenching around him in waves.

His rhythm broke. A guttural sound punched out of his chest, and he pulled out just before his own release, hot and wet against your lower back. His forehead dropped to your shoulder.

You felt the warmth filling you, a brand that marked you as his.

You collapsed into the pillows, completely spent, your heart full of love and your body humming with a satisfaction you never knew existed.

For a long moment, only breathing. Only the humid tangle of limbs and the afternoon light slanting golden across the sheets.

"That was different from before."

He laughed, exhausted and fond. "Yeah, baby. It was."

"Can we do it again?"

He let out a laughing sigh. "Give me a few minutes."

You smiled into the pillow, already counting down.

[malepeacock]

𓊆ྀིDENIAL𓊇ྀི - JAAFAR J

ꗯ pairing: jaafar jackson x blackfem!reader

ꗯ warning: Smut, explicit sexual content, edging, rough jaafar, multiple orgasms

ꗯ: this bullshit took to damn long… but this is also what I’m gonna post bc I am going in vacation 😫😩

Jaafar lay sprawled across the king-sized mattress, his lean body a masterpiece of tension.

His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths.

"N-nnh— please," he'd been whimpering for the last ten minutes, his voice cracking on the vowels. His hands were fisted in the cotton sheets.

His dick was perfect, it was just thick enough that your fingers couldn't quite meet around it, the shaft a shade darker than his complexion with a rosy-brown flush at the tip, uncut, the foreskin currently peeled back and swollen it looked almost painful, bobbed against his lower belly, leaving a glistening smear of precum across the defined ridges of his abdomen.

You were going to kill him. You're actually going to kill him and he's going to die with his dick hard.

"That's four," you said, your voice a low, syrupy thing. You'd been kneeling between his legs, naked except for the smirk on your lips and the sheer black lace panties clinging to your pussy like a second skin.

You'd taken him to the edge four times now. His dick pulse against your tongue, your palm, the slick of your throat, and then you would pull away. Left him gasping and twitching and aching. "I think that's enough for now."

Jaafar's eyes flew open. "No— no, baby, please, I'm right there, I'm so close, just— just let me—"

"You know what you have to do," you said, swinging your legs off the bed, letting him watch the sway of your hips, the curve of your bare ass beneath the lace.

You'd been at this for weeks now, this delicate negotiation. You wanted him to take control. To stop treating you like spun glass and just fucking take what was his.

But Jaafar was soft. Not in bed though, the man could fuck, could make your eyes roll back and your toes curl, but he held back.

Always held back. Afraid to leave marks. Afraid to go too hard, too deep, too rough. He loved you too much to hurt you, he said, and it was sweet, it was tender, it was absolutely maddening.

Tonight, you'd decided, would be different.

Build him up, deny him, build him up again until the pressure inside that beautiful, gentle skull of his finally cracked.

Until the animal you knew was lurking in there—you'd glimpsed it once or twice, a flash of something dark and hungry in those warm eyes—finally broke its leash.

"I can't," he croaked, his cock twitched against his belly like it was trying to argue on its own behalf. "Baby, I can't hurt you, I won't—"

"You won't hurt me." You leaned down, pressed a kiss to his sweat-salted forehead. "I'm not made of sugar, Jaafar. I'm gonna go shower. When I come out, I want you to have thought about it."

He didn't follow you. Didn't grab you and throw you back on the bed like you desperately wanted him to. Dammit, Jaafar.

You left him there, his reflection caught in the dresser mirror across the room.

You took your time in the shower. Let the hot water sluice over your shoulders, your breasts, the ache between your legs that had been building for an hour of edging him.

Your pussy was swollen and slick, your clit a hard little pearl that pulsed with every heartbeat. You didn't touch yourself. That was part of the game.

You wanted to be just as desperate as him, just as wound-up, so that when he finally snapped you'd feel every single second of it.

Twenty minutes later you stepped out, skin hot from the heat, wrapped in a towel that barely covered your thighs.

The apartment was quiet. You padded down the hallway, water droplets still beading on your shoulders. The bedroom was empty. The sheets were a tangled mess, and Jaafar was gone.

You frowned. Checked the kitchen. The living room. Nothing. The front door was still deadbolted from the inside. He hadn't left. So where did he go?

You decided to continue with your after shower routine. If he wanted to pout, let him pout. You hung your towel on the hook behind the bathroom door, pulled on an oversized t-shirt that was his, and settled onto the plush velvet ottoman in front of your vanity.

The mirror reflected your face, skin still dewy from the shower, lips slightly swollen from the hour you'd spent wrapping them around his cock, eyes bright with unspent need.

That's when you heard the floorboard creaked outside the bedroom door.

And then the door slammed open so hard it bounced against the wall, rattling the perfume bottles on your vanity, and Jaafar was there, filling the doorway, his silhouette backlit by the hallway light, and you barely had time to register the look on his face before he was on you.

"AAH—" The shriek tore out of you as his hand fisted in your hair, and he yanked your head back. Not hard enough to hurt.

Just hard enough to make your breath catch, to make your pussy clench so violently your knees buckled.

"You think that shit was funny?" His voice was low. Nothing like the soft, pleading whimpers from a while ago.

He pressed his body against your back, you could feel him. "You think you can just edge me and then walk away?"

"I—" you started, but the words died in your throat when his free hand slid around your hip, dipped beneath the hem of the t-shirt, and found you bare underneath.

Of course you'd skipped panties after the shower. His fingers slid through your folds with an ease that made you gasp, it was almost embarrassing.

"Fuck." The word punched out of him, ragged. His middle finger circled your clit and your hips bucked.

"You're fucking soaked. Is this what you wanted? This what you've been trying to get out of me?"

"Yes," you gasped, and the comb clattered to the floor as both your hands shot out to brace against the vanity.

The mirror showed you everything, Jaafar behind you, The gold chain swinging against his collar.

The way his biceps flexed as he yanked your hips back, bending you over the ottoman, and rucked the t-shirt up around your waist.

"Say it." He kicked your feet apart with his own—bare feet. The thick, blunt head of his dick nudged against your entrance, and you whimpered. "Say you want this. Say you want me to stop being soft on you."

"I want you to stop being soft on me." The words came out in a rush, breathless and desperate. "I want you to fucking wreck me, J. Please. Please, baby, I can take it—"

The sound he made was half-groan, half-snarl, and then he was inside you.

One brutal thrust that put him to the hilt and punched the air right out of your lungs. "Oh—fuuuck—"

Your vision whited out for a second. The stretch of him was unbelievable,you'd been so wet, so ready, but he was so thick, and the angle had him hitting that spot, that perfect devastating spot, right from the first stroke.

Your fingers scrabbled against the velvet of the ottoman, Your cheek pressed against the cool wood of the vanity.

In the mirror, you watched yourself fall apart, mouth open on a silent scream, eyes glassy, hair a tangled mess around your face.

Behind you, Jaafar's reflection was something out of a fever dream. His brow was furrowed, his teeth bared, sweat already beading at his temples again, and he was watching himself disappear into you, watching the way your ass jiggled with every thrust.

"This what you needed?" He pulled out almost all the way, just the tip of him still inside, and then slammed back home. Harder than he'd ever fucked you before.

The sound of it, the wet obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room. "You needed me to bend you over and fuck you like this? Like a— fuck— like a little slut who can't stop teasing her man?"

"Yes— fuck, yes, J, just like that—"

Every thrust drove you forward, your hipbones pressing into the edge of the ottoman, and you knew you'd have bruises there tomorrow, pretty purple marks that you'd press on just to remember this.

His hands were everywhere, fisted in your hair one moment, gripping your hips the next, then sliding up under the t-shirt to palm your breasts, his fingers rolling your nipples with a roughness that made you keen.

"Unh— unh— unh—" Little grunts punched out of him with every thrust, and they were the filthiest sounds you'd ever heard.

He was vocal now, no longer holding back, no longer censoring himself for your sake. "Take it. Take this dick. Gonna make you cum so many times you forget your own name."

And he did. His hand snaked around your hip, found your clit with unerring accuracy, and started working it in tight, merciless circles.

Your first orgasm hit you like a freight train, your cunt clamping down on him so hard he had to stop mid-thrust, groaning through gritted teeth while you spasmed around his cock.

You gushed slick fluid coating his thighs and dripping down your own, leaving dark spots on the carpet below.

"Fuck, that's it, soak me—" He didn't stop, he fucked you right through it, through the overstimulation, through the screaming.

Before the first orgasm had even fully faded, you felt the second one building. "N-no— wait— Jaafar, it's too much—"

"Too much?" He laughed and slowed his hips just enough to make you sob with frustration. Two could play at this game.

"You edged me baby. You don't get to tell me what's too much." He thrust in deep and held there, grinding against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back.

"You're gonna cum again. And again. And then maybe I'll let you tap out."

The second orgasm crashed over you, stronger than the first, and you screamed yourself hoarse. Then the third. By the fourth, you were crying—tears of pleasure and overstimulation streaming down your cheeks.

He'd pulled out somewhere around the third orgasm to put you onto the bed and put your legs hooked over his shoulders and his cock driving into you at an angle that made stars explode behind your eyes.

The t-shirt was still bunched around your collarbones, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your nipples so hard they ached.

But then he stopped. Your clit was throbbing and your cunt was fluttering and you were right there, he pulled out.

His cock, slick with your juices and his own precum, slapped wetly against your thigh. You let out a sound that was barely human.

"What— why—"

"Apologize."

The word dropped into the space between you like a stone into still water. Jaafar was still standing between your spread thighs, his chest heaving, his cock so hard and wet it looked almost angry, a thick vein pulsing along the underside.

His hand was wrapped around the base of his own dick, squeezing, staving off his own orgasm.

"Wha—"

"Apologize," he said again, and his free hand came down to trace a feather-light circle around your clit.

You bucked your hips, trying to chase the pressure, and he pulled his hand away. "For teasing me. For making me wait. For thinking I didn't know exactly what you needed. Say you're sorry."

"I'm— I'm sorry—" The words came out in a pathetic rush.

"For?"

"For teasing you. For making you wait. For— for thinking you didn't know— please, J, please—"

He smiled. Slow and dangerous and absolutely breathtaking. "You better be sorry."

And then he was inside you again, one hand braced on the ottoman beside your head, the other still working your clit, and he fucked you through orgasms five and six in quick succession until you were nothing but a trembling, sobbing, boneless mess beneath him.

His own control was fraying, his thrusts were getting erratic, his rhythm faltering, his grunts turning into desperate, high-pitched whines.

"Gonna cum," he gasped, and his forehead dropped to yours, his curls tickling your cheeks. "Baby, I'm gonna cum,"

"Cum in me. Inside. Please fill me up, Jaafar, need it—"

"Aaahh— fuuuck—" His back arched, his hips slammed home one final time, and you felt the hot, pulsing gush of his release flooding your insides, rope after rope, his cock twitching and jerking inside you.

His whole body shuddered, his hands fisting in the t-shirt, his moan a broken, beautiful thing that vibrated against your lips. "Oh god— oh god—"

You held him through it, your fingers threading into his sweat-damp curls, your lips pressing soft kisses to his forehead, his closed eyelids, the bridge of his nose.

His heart was pounding so hard you could feel it against your chest. When he finally stilled, he collapsed on top of you, his full weight pressing you into the bed, and neither of you moved for a long moment.

The room smelled of sex now. The thick, musky scent of sweat and cum and sated bodies. The candle had guttered out in its own wax.

Outside, a siren wailed somewhere in the distance, and the city lights kept their silent vigil through the windows.

"I'm sorry," Jaafar murmured into your neck, and his voice was back to soft now. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?"

You laughed and tightened your fingers in his hair. "Baby. That was perfect. That was exactly what I wanted."

He lifted his head to look at you, that little furrow between his eyebrows that meant he was overthinking.

He knew he could do this now. Knew you wanted it.

"C'mon," you said, pressing a kiss to his pretty mouth. "Help me up. We need a shower."

The warm shower was much needed for the both of you. His hands soaped your body with reverence, massaging the ache from your hips, your thighs.

He washed your hair with the shampoo, his fingers working through the tangles with none of the roughness from before. You returned the favor, lathering up his chest, his back, the curve of his backside.

Afterwards, wrapped in towels, you slipped into your pajamas that was actually his pajamas, a pair of silk Calvin Klein bottoms that hung low on your hips and he pulled on a fresh pair of boxer briefs.

The sheets were a lost cause, so you tugged the duvet off the bed and carried it to the living room.

The windows had fogged from the heat inside, and the city lights beyond looked like something out of a dream.

Jaafar pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, his chin resting on top of your head.

"Next time," he said, and there was a smile in his voice, "just tell me what you want. You don't have to mess with me to get it."

You snorted. "Where's the fun in that?"

His laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against your cheek. His heartbeat was steady now.

You’d do it again tomorrow, you thought, and smiled into the dark.

[gearboxgremlin]

summer break 🫧

i'm never drawing moving water ever again aaaaaaa

[youluvyannie]

Hi Queen, I just wanted to say I loved you’re writing so much. We neeeed more jermasjety fic pls

won’t bite

summary: driven to the brink of exhaustion due to long weeks of blood cravings, you turn to your closest friend for help

contains: vamp reader!, heavily 18+, mdni!, p in v, unprotected sex wrap yo will don’t be silly, bloodsucking

notes: ok so boom a hot minute ago i read a vampire jermajesty fic by @syrndollie and i wanted to make something like it bc i love vampires but i never got the idea until i thought of the song won’t bite by doja cat

you were hungry…starving actually

it had been weeks since you’d had a real meal and every day that passed left you weaker and weaker than the last, your skin felt colder, your limbs heavier, and even the simplest tasks drained what little energy you had left and you barely had the strength to leave your apartment anymore, and when you did, you couldn’t help but think of feeding off a random person, every heartbeat that echoed past your ears made your fangs ache

you hated feeling like that

that led you to call upon your closest and most open minded friend and the easiest…

“Majjj i’m so hungryy” you groaned rolling your head back “we can go grab something? i’ll can pay” he suggested

“no Maj… i’m hungry” you purred

you slid off the cushion and crawled into his lap, the sudden weight making him drop his phone onto his chest. the scent of him made your fangs ache behind your top lip, he looked up at you with a very small but still noticeable smirk “hungry..for some dick?” he teased

truthfully? no, blood was the only thing on your mind, but you weren't above playing along if it got him to hold still “it’s been so long you cooed now rolling your hips on his lap

your eyes lingered on his throat before meeting his gaze “i need it so bad”

“take it baby” he muttered, his gaze fluttering between your lips and eyes

“that’s right baby, bounce on my shit” Jermajesty groaned his hands desperately gripping the plumpness of you ass

“mngh fuuuck” you moaned out digging your nails into his shoulders as gently as you possibly can

to keep your fangs from sinking straight into his neck, you sank them into yourself instead

your head tilted back, a ragged breath escaping you as you bit down hard on your bottom lip, harder than a human could without wincing and deep enough to break the skin

Jermajesty’s head was thrown back against the sofa as he met your rhythm, but as you leaned down to kiss him, the metallic scent hit the air, fresh blood started coating your lip and slicking over your teeth

his eyes snapped open when be caught the sight of the blood smeared on your mouth,

“oh shit” he gasped, his hands tightening on your waist to hold you still, his breath came out in a sharp, rattled exhale as he stared up at your face

“wait baby— you’re bleeding”

you let out a soft, hazy giggle and licked your own lips, completely forgetting to hide what was hiding behind them. accidentally revealing your fangs

“m’sorry…” you purred, your hips giving a tiny, lazy sway against his “i told you i was hungry”

Jermajesty’s breath hitched as his eyes dilated, locking onto the tip of your fangs resting against your stained bottom lip, his body going taut beneath you as the dots finally connected in his head

“wait…” he breathed out, his gaze flitting from your teeth back up to your eyes, a sudden flash of nervousness breaking through his composure

seeing the flicker of hesitation in his face made your chest tighten with a sudden pang of guilt. tou softened your posture, resting your forearms gently on his shoulders “hey… I didn’t mean to scare you like this” you murmured softly

he let out a strained chuckle him as his grip on your hips softened back into a touch

“i’m not scared” he insisted, tilting his chin up with that stubborn pride, though his chest was rising and falling a little too fast

“i can hear your heartbeat Maj” you whispered teasingly

a heavy silence stretched between you, filled only by the quiet hum of the room and his hammering chest. slowly, the tension in Jermajesty’s shoulders began to melt into a fascinated curiosity. his eyes drifted back up to your mouth

“lemme see ‘em,” he whispered, his hands steadying on your hips “for real this time. show me”

you gave him a wide smile, fully bared your fangs, they glinted sharp and pale against the dark blood staining your mouth

Jermajesty stared, his breath catching in his throat as a mix of awe and arousal washed over his face. he reached up, his thumb lightly brushing just beneath your bottom lip, inches from the sharp tips

“Maj…” you whined softly, leaning down so your lips hovered a breath away from his neck “let me just take a little bite… please… i’m starving”

“look at those things, you're gonna tear my neck open”

“i won’t, i promise” you pleaded, your voice dropping into a breathless, desperate coo as you rolled your hips against his again “just a tiny taste, it won’t hurt…i’ll be gentle i promise”

he let out a ragged, disbelieving laugh, his head falling back against the sofa cushions as your body heat and begging completely eroded his defenses

“It won’t won’t hurt, huh?” he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as your breath warmed the skin over his thumping pulse “okay just don’t go crazy”

you smiled again and nodded “okay i won’t”

you fully sank down onto him again. you buried your face in the side of his neck and pressed a warm, soft kiss right against his throbbing pulse point, finding the perfect spot before letting your fangs glide smoothly into his skin

Jermajesty gasped, his back arching off the cushions as a sharp, sudden heat flared through him. his fingers dug deep into your ass, as his breath hitched violently in his throat

the first drop of his blood hit your tongue and a shudder ran straight down your spine. the deep, agonizing drain you’d felt for weeks vanished instantly, replaced by a rush of pure electricity

underneath you, Jermajesty’s initial shock melted into a heavy, dazed surrender. the thrill of the bite, mixed with the intense pull of your body, sent a jolt straight down his spine and right into you

as you drank, you felt him swell and grow harder inside you, stretching you out even more

a muffled groan vibrated against your jaw, his grip on your waist tightening until it was almost bruising

“fuck y/n…” he choked out, his head thrashing back against the couch, his heartbeat hammering like a drum as his dick continue to throb and swell to its absolute limit inside you

“what the hell are you doing to me?”

your walls clenching tight around him as you drank, swallow after desperate swallow, the sensation drove him completely over the edge. any lingering hesitation dissolved

“m’feels so good” he choked out, his arms wrapping around your torso in a tight bear hug. he pinned you against his chest, locking your hips to his, and began to pound up into you with relentless, heavy thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix

every hard thrust sent a wave of pleasure through you, making you drink faster, your nails digging into his shoulders to keep from moving too much. the combination of feeding and his thrusts created a feedback loop, his heart hammering wilder with every stroke, feeding you more energy, driving him deeper

“you feel so tight around me” he growled out against your skin, his voice strained and now raspy “take it baby..fuuck”

you let out a muffled, needy whimper against his neck, incapable of forming words as the orgasm gathered like a storm in your lower stomach. you took one last, deep swallow, sealing your mouth over the punctures to stem the flow, just as your peak snapped, your cum completely coating his dick

Jermajesty came a second later, his hips locking deep as he held you tight in that suffocating bear hug, burying his dick deep inside filling you up

you slowly lifted your head from his collarbone, Jermajesty’s arms were still wrapped tightly around your waist, his chest heaving under you as he fought to catch his breath

the two small punctures on his neck were already sealing up, leaving behind nothing more than two tiny, faint mole like marks, but the high of the blood was still humming through your veins, leaving you warm, completely satisfied, and full for the first time in weeks

you brought the back of your hand up to your mouth, wiping away the trace of blood left on your bottom lip. you licked the residue off your skin, letting out a heavy, contented sigh as your fangs fully retracted back into your normal teeth

when you finally looked back down at Jermajesty, you caught him staring up at you with a layer of sweat on his forehead, but it was his expression that made you smile

the hesitation from earlier was gone and his eyes were blown wide, unblinking, looking at you with a mix of utter shock, deep satisfaction, and pure, unfiltered awe

“what?” you purred, a tiny, playful smirk on your lips “told you it wouldn't hurt”

Jermajesty let out a low, breathy laugh, his hands sliding up and resting on your waist

“man... shut up” he muttered, his voice still raspy. he shook his head in disbelief “you’re insane, you know that, right?”

“and your easy like a sunday morning, you just let a vampire bite you” you teased crossing your arms over your chest

“whatever…i’d be down to do it again though”

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[blkkbratt]

Yk that tiktok trend where ppl say their fav restaurants and then they have s3x after they open their eyes and agree? A Jaafar and gf reader fic like this would be so good.

🍫pairings: Jaafar Jackson x black!reader

🍫contains: Explicit content, strong language, humor, squirting, hair pulling, overstim

🍫summary: A TikTok challenge with Jaafar!

“Baby, do this with me.” You walked towards Jaafar, who was lying in bed half-watching some random show. He immediately shifted his attention to you, sitting up to look at the TikTok on your phone.

The screen read, “Cracking every time we agree,” over a smiling couple. The audio listed fast food places, and every time they opened their eyes, the video cut to them in bed, seeming discombobulated.

After watching it, he nodded. “What does cracking mean?” His eyebrow lifted. You smacked your teeth, “Sex.”

A gasp left his mouth, “They were having sex this whole time?”

“Only when they agreed.” You laughed. “Let’s get to it then.” He shrugged.

You sat next to him, pressing the audio to record the both of you. You both closed your eyes, “Taco bell.”

You opened your eyes, and Jaafar opened his making you both giggle.

•••

“F-fuck.” You whimpered as Jaafar sucked on your clit. He let out an airy laugh at the shake of your legs near his head. His warm, heavy tongue felt heavenly on you, already on the verge of your orgasm.

“You taste so good.” He muttered, suctioning his mouth across your entire slit, sucking and releasing. Your eyes rolled back, fingers lacing through his curls.

Your body vibrated as you the knot in your stomach unraveled, cumming in his mouth.

•••

Your hair was now ruffled and Jafaar had a big smile on his face as both of you were in frame and your eyes were closed. “Burger King.” The audio said, you kept your eyes closed and Jaafar opened his.

“Mcdonalds.”

You and Jaafar opened your eyes.

•••

“Just like that, baby.” He cooed, holding your waist as you bounced on his lap. The clap of skin meeting sounded through out the room, mixed with your moans from his tip kissing your g spot.

“You’re so big, shit!” You cried, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Look at how you taking it.” He bit his bottom lip, watching the cream foam around his dick.

He was practically in your stomach, using his hips to meet you halfway. “I’m ‘bout to cum.” You dropped your head into the crook of his shoulder. His hands grabbed your ass, forcing you to the base of his dick, making you take him fully.

Your second orgasm washed through you with a loud moan.

•••

You couldn’t even sit up properly, you laid down as you recorded, showing Jaafar sitting up next to you. Both glazed in sweat.

“Chili’s”

You and Jaafar both looked at each other, and you couldn’t help but let out a groan.

•••

“Go slow, I’m sensitiveee,” you whined, head dropping back down into the pillow. Jaafar was behind you, hips pounding against your ass. His hands tightly gripped your waist, tugging you back with every thrust.

“Shhh, you got it.” He whispered under his breath, too caught up in the way your ass rippled against him. His dick stretched you out, making you hold on to the pillow as your eyes rolled back.

“F-fuck, let uppp.” You whined, attempting to inch forward for a breather. You don’t even know why you bothered. “Stop running, take that shit.” He muttered, palms finding your upper back.

He pressed down and your back naturally arched, pushing your butt up more towards him. Your mouth dropped open as drool began to spill from your mouth, absolutely in bliss.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, want me to fill you up?” He asked. You could barely answer, nothing but moans coming out. His fingers laced through your hair, gently tugging you upwards.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes.” You cried, “please fill me up.”

He groaned, speeding up his movements, sending both of you into an orgasm.

•••

You were splayed out out, sweating, lashes off, still trying to catch your breath. Jaafar held the phone up, shirt off, curls sticking to his forehead, and still a smile on his face.

The comforter was buried to your neck, covering your naked body from the camera.

“Wendy’s.” You would’ve opened your eyes but that ache between your legs told you otherwise. Unlike Jaafar, whose eyes quickly opened.

“Domino’s.”

You cracked one eye open, seeing Jaafar already staring at you wide-eyed and an airy laugh spilled from you.

•••

Your legs were tossed over Jaafar’s shoulders and his hands were beside your head as he thrusted into you. Your pussy was throbbing, but you couldn’t help but moan.

“You feel so damn good.” He groaned, breathing on your neck. “So deep.” You whimpered. Your hand gripped at the sheets, taking everything he’s giving you.

His curls tickled the side of your face, and his natural scent hit your nose making you clench around him. Your toes curled and your body began to shake.

“How you feeling?” He lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were blown out in lust and half-lidded. “I ca—I don—p-please.” You moaned, you felt yourself getting closer and closer, babbling even thought your mind was blank.

“Give it to me, baby.” He kissed your cheek, your jaw, and then met your lips. You cried as you squirted around him, waves of liquid spreading. “Just like that.” He said, sitting up to watch you make a mess.

He continued to pound into you, carrying you through your orgasm. Moments later, he stilled inside of you, letting his warm cum spill inside of you.

•••

You were knocked out. Dead to the world. You did not think this through clearly. Jaafar finished the recording by giving you a kiss on the forehead.

All he put was a shrug emoji and posted it. He wouldn’t mind doing this challenge again.

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[kichona-s]

[mediaconsumrr]

A bit of Landoscar

[nvhdesire]

hey I love your writing 🩷 okay so reader x jermajesty and they're childhood bsfs. Reader is ovulating BAD and she asks for his help.. if that makes any sense.. your amazinggg 💓

Crossing The Line

jermajesty jackson x black!fem!reader,

Contains: p in v, missionary ,smut ,softdom, protected & unprotected sex, oral

Wc: 2.5k

You’ve been best friends with Jermajesty since you were practically in diapers. You know everything about each other—every secret, every embarrassing moment, everything. But right now? Your hormones were absolutely destroying you. You were ovulating so hard your entire body was throbbing, your clit swollen and sensitive to the point where just rubbing your thighs together made you whimper.

You couldn't take it anymore. The throbbing between your legs had escalated into a full-blown ache, your lower stomach cramping with that specific, heavy pressure that signaled your peak fertility. You were soaked, your panties ruined beyond repair, and your usual toys weren't cutting it. You needed something real. You needed him.

With a pained groan, you picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found Jermajesty's name. Your finger hovered over the call button for a moment, a spark of uncertainty lighting up in your mind. But the ache between your legs was too intense to ignore. You hit call.

"Yo, what's up?" Jermajesty's deep voice answered after the first ring. You could hear the smile in his tone, the way he always answered like you were just hanging out instead of potentially interrupting something important. "You sound like you're dying. You okay?" He laughed softly.

"I literally feel like I'm dying, Jermajesty," you whined, curling into a ball on your bed as another sharp cramp coursed through your lower abdomen. The ache was unbearable, a pulsating need that made your thighs shake. "Please come over. Like, right now. I need help." You sounded desperate, because you absolutely were. "I need you."

Silence on the other end. The implication hung between you both. You'd known each other since you were kids. You'd seen each other cry,'ve cheered each other on,'ve shared meals and secrets and so much more. But this? This was something else entirely.

Then his voice came back, lower this time.

Jermajesty arrived within minutes, his tall frame filling your doorway. He took one look at you curled up on your bed, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with need, and knew something was seriously wrong. He closed the door behind him and sat down next to you on the bed without hesitation.

The moment he sat down, the scent of him—that familiar mix of cologne and warm skin—hit you like a physical blow. Your body screamed in response, your core throbbing harder. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was desperate and hungry, your tongue immediately seeking his.

Jermajesty's eyes widened in shock for a split second before your kiss deepened, his hands automatically going to your waist to steady you. He kissed you back just as fiercely, his tongue tangling with yours as years of friendship and unspoken tension exploded into this sudden, intense moment.

Your tongue slid against his in a slick, desperate dance. You could feel the heat of his mouth, the way his breath hit the roof of your mouth, and the slight hesitation that quickly dissolved into pure, unadulterated hunger. The kiss was messy and wet, saliva coating your lips as you swallowed his. Your fingers buried themselves in the back of his hair, pulling him closer.

His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you impossibly closer until your thighs pressed against each other, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body. A low, guttural sound escaped him - something deep and hungry that made your stomach flip and your clit throb harder. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected your lips for a brief second before snapping.

He didn't let you catch your breath. His hand came up to grip the back of your neck, tilting your head as he crashed his mouth back onto yours. This kiss was hungrier, meaner, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. You moaned directly into him, the vibration making his hips roll forward involuntarily.

"Fuck,"

That single curse word, rasped against your mouth, sent a lightning bolt of need straight to your core. You could feel how hard he was getting against your thigh, his cock thickening and lengthening behind his zipper. Your body was on fire, every touch electric and overwhelming.

His hand immediately slid into your hair, gripping your locks tightly and tilting your head back, exposing your neck. The dominance switch flipped instantly—your childhood best friend was gone, replaced by a man taking control.

"Easy, mama," he murmured against your throat, voice dropping several octaves into something strictly authoritative. "Calm down. Let me handle you."

He kissed down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. His other hand moved to your thigh, lifting it up and over his hip so you were straddling him fully. You could feel every inch of his hardness now, pressing right against your clit through your thin panties. "Shh,"

Without breaking the kiss, his hands began to roam, finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it upwards. He broke the kiss only to pull it over your head, throwing it carelessly aside. His fingers immediately found the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with ease. "Lift,"

You lifted your arms obediently, and he yanked it off, tossing it away before his eyes raked over your exposed body. "Damn," he breathed, pupils darkening. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they puckered into tight peaks under his touch.

"You're already so wet, baby," he growled, his voice rough with need.

His fingers traced the edge of your panties, the soaked fabric clinging to your swollen labia. He could see the dark stain through the material, smell your arousal thick in the air. "These gotta go," he declared with a commanding edge, two fingers hooked into the waistband and pulling them down your legs in one swift motion. They joined the rest of your discarded clothing on the floor.

Now completely bare and vulnerable, he spread your legs wide open and knelt between them. His broad shoulders forced them even further apart, leaving you utterly exposed to him. He looked up at you with a hungry gaze, his hands gripping your inner thighs possessively. "Fuck, look at you,"

The words were barely out before he dove in, not wasting any time. His hot mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicked rapidly against it. You could feel him smile against you when you moaned loudly, his fingers digging into your thighs as he held you open.

He ate you like a man starved, his tongue delving between your soaked folds to taste every drop of your arousal before circling your throbbing clit again. He sucked relentlessly, flattening his tongue to lap broad strokes up your center, his nose bumping against your sensitive pearl with every movement. You were seeing stars, hips bucking uncontrollably against his face.

Within minutes, he had you a trembling, whining mess, pulling a blinding orgasm from you that left you gasping for air. But he didn't stop there. He pulled back, licking your essence from his shiny lips as he stood up. In one fluid motion, he stripped his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest, before quickly shedding his pants and boxers.

His cock sprang free - thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. He rolled a condom on with practiced, rough movements, his eyes never leaving your spread open pussy. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up and back to expose you fully.

"Deep breath, baby," he warned, and then he slammed inside you in one brutal thrust.

You choked out a broken scream, your back arching clean off the mattress as the sudden stretch burned through you. He was massive, filling you so completely it bordered on too much. He didn't give you a second to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm immediately, withdrawing until just the tip remained before slamming back in deep enough to make your eyes roll back. "Take it,"

Each brutal thrust sent your body rattling on the bed, the headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall. He was relentless—deep, hard strokes that hit your cervix and made your insides clench. His dark hands never left your thighs, gripping so tightly you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.

"Jerma..." you whimpered, your voice wrecked.

"Shh. I got you," he grunted, his tone more of a promise than a comfort. His thumbs pressed hard into your hip bones, keeping you positioned exactly where he wanted. He switched angles, angling into your cervix with every thrust, sending jolts of electricity straight through your core. His jaw tightened, a string of saliva running down his chin.

"Fuck, you're tight as hell," he groaned, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder for a brief moment. His pace hit a brutal rhythm—steady, unrelenting—before his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you down onto him with a sharp jerk. The angle shifted, and your walls gripped him tighter, sending a jolt through both of you.

"Yeah, feel that?"

He pulled back just enough to watch himself disappear inside you, watching his thick cock slide out glistening wet before brutally driving back in. You could hear the obscene wet sounds filling the room—your own juices mixing with his pre-cum, creating a slick, messy rhythm as he fucked into you.

His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles against the swollen nub while he continued pounding.

The dual stimulation was too much—his cock hitting deep inside while his thumb worked your oversensitive clit. You were seeing stars, your walls clamping down hard on him repeatedly. Each time you clenched, he let out a guttural groan, his pace turning even more feral. His free hand reached up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing—just holding. Asserting dominance.

"That's it, take it all," he commanded, his thumb pressing harder against your swollen clit. His body was a living furnace, radiating heat. The scent of sweat and arousal filled the room. He was fucking you with a brutal, calculated efficiency that made you scream into the empty room.

Then he flipped you.

One moment you were on your back, the next you were on all fours with him behind you. His hand gripped the back of your neck, pushing your face into the pillow while his other hand grabbed your hip, yanking you back hard to meet each punishing thrust.

He leaned over your quivering body, his lips brushing your ear. "Been thinking about this pussy for years,"

In your desperate, pleasure-fogged state, you reached back blindly, your fingers catching the latex rim of the condom. Your instinct took over—you wanted skin, raw heat, nothing between you. You clumsily hooked your fingers, trying to tug it down his length, wanting him bare.

He immediately grabbed your wrist, stopping you firm. "Don't,"

His voice was low, warning. He kept your wrist pinned behind your back with one hand while the other tightened on your hip, pulling you back onto his still-sheathed cock with brutal force. "We're not doing that," he growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

"I want to feel you bare," you whined, trying to wiggle your wrist free to yank the condom off again. "Just pull out and then put back in without it." Your mind was hazy with lust, not thinking rationally about the consequences of bareback sex. "Please?"

Your desperate pleading finally broke through his common sense. "Fuck," he swore under his breath, pulling out suddenly. You heard the rip of the condom being removed, and then his thick head was pressing against your entrance bare for the first time.

He thrust back in deeply, the sensation of skin on skin making you both groan loudly. He was even bigger without the latex, filling you so completely it was almost painful. He started thrusting again, his pace faster now that he was inside you bare. "Goddamn,"

His hands gripped your hips painfully as he pounded into you relentlessly. The wet, slick sounds were even louder now—no barrier muffling anything. Every ridge of his cock, every thick vein, every time he rubbed against that sensitive spot deep inside—it was all raw and intense, making you see stars.

His forehead pressed against your lower back, his breath hot against your skin.

Your inner walls clutched at him desperately, the sensation of skin on skin making you lose your mind. He groaned against your spine, his thrusts becoming more primal, more desperate—like he'd been starved of this specific sensation for years. His hands wandered from your hips to cup your breasts from behind, thumbs rolling your nipples while he fucked you raw.

He pinched your sensitive nipples tight between his fingers, sending a jolt straight to your clit that made your pussy clench violently around him. He laughed darkly at your reaction, feeling you squeeze his bare cock. "Yeah, squeeze me," he grunted, his rhythm turning erratic. The drag of his skin inside your walls was friction-perfect, driving you both rapidly toward the edge.

"I'm-cumming—!" The words tore from your throat before you could stop them, a ragged sob of release. Your body locked up, your inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his bare cock like a vise. A hot, thick gush of your orgasm coated him from the inside as your vision whited out.

That was all it took.

He slammed into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release tore through him. His hot, thick seed painted your walls in thick ropes, filling you deeper than any condom ever could. He didn't pull out, just kept grinding against your cervix as he emptied himself completely, mixing his cum with yours inside your twitching, oversensitive pussy.

He stayed buried deep inside you for several long moments, his cock pulsing with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. His hands gently squeezed your hips as he caught his breath, pressing soft kisses along your spine. Finally, he slowly pulled out, a mix of their combined releases leaking down your thighs.

He flopped onto his back beside you, a content sigh escaping his lips. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he came down from his high, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. He turned his head to look at you, his expression softening as he took in your satisfied, boneless form. "Come here,"

You rolled onto your side, propping your head up with one hand as you looked over at him. A small smile played on your lips as you traced patterns on his chest with your fingertips. "So...does this mean we're still friends?"

He let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer so you were half-sprawled on his chest. "Yes, idiot," he said gently, kissing the top of your head. "We've been friends for ten years, one amazing fuck isn't going to change that."

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you close. "But maybe we can make it a regular thing," he murmured against your hair, a hint of a smirk in his voice. "As long as it doesn't mess with our friendship." He paused, then added, "And I get to top."

[nvhdesire]

His Weakness ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ㅤ♡ྀི

jermajesty jackson x black!fem!reader,

Contains: SMUT, porn w/o plot, softdom, slight manipulation, breeding kink, begging, praise kink, use of pet names, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing

Wc: 1.7k

You and Jermajesty had that arrangement—strictly friends with benefits. No strings, just incredible sex. But right now, he was losing his fucking mind.

You were bent over the mattress, ass in the air, face buried in the pillows while Jermajesty destroyed you from behind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jermajesty groaned, gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. His pacing was erratic—sometimes he was relentless, pounding into you like a man possessed, other times he slowed down, dragging his cock through your heat like he was savoring every inch.

His free hand was tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat.

"You taking it so good, ma," he growled, his voice sounding wrecked against your ear. He landed a sharp smack to your ass, watching the flesh jiggle before gripping it tight. "Pussy feels like fucking heaven”

He leaned forward, chest pressing against your back, changing the angle so he was grinding deep against your cervix.

"Don't cum in me," you manage to gasp out between moans, your voice hoarse from screaming his name. "Jermajesty” please, pull out if you're gonna—" He cuts you off, his pace turning brutal again. "No. Fuck no."

"Nah, I need it, ma," he panted against your shoulder, hips snapping ruthlessly against your ass. He sounded absolutely wrecked, his dominant exterior cracking to reveal pure desperation. "Please... let me fuckin'’…fuck. I swear to God, I'll buy you Plan B tomorrow. I'll get you everything you need, just please let me cum in this pussy."

His tongue dragged along your neck, licking and kissing, his voice breaking. "You have no idea how bad I want it. How many times I've daydreamed about you taking my load deep inside. Just say yes, princess. Please... you feel so good... fuck..."

His thrusts became even more desperate, his thighs slapping against your ass as he begged.

"I'm gonna keep it all in there," he whimpered against your skin, his dominant persona completely melting into submission. He was practically crying from how good it felt. "Please, mama... let me give you my babies. Let me fill you up. You look so fuckin' pretty taking this dick."

"Jermajesty!" you cried out, your walls tightening around him uncontrollably.

"Yeah, take it, ma," he groaned, pushing deeper. His voice was wrecked—half commanding, half begging. "Such a fucking good girl. Taking my dick so well. You know I wanna breed you, don't you? Been dreaming 'bout it every fucking night." He kissed your shoulder, practically whimpering. "Just let me cum inside, ma. Please."

His hips snapped faster, his hands sliding to your hips and gripping hard. You could hear him practically panting now, sounds of pure desperation leaking through his teeth. His thrusts were deliberate, hit just right, dragging your walls along his length with a wet, squelching sound that made you whimper.

"Jerma, you're—"

"Shh, shh, baby," he interrupted, his voice a low growl mixed with pleading. His cock throbbed inside you, the head pressing against your cervix with each deep thrust. You could feel every vein, every ridge of him as he fucked you relentlessly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his voice breaking. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you upright. His other hand snaked around your throat, fingers digging in as he bit down on your shoulder.

"You make me fucking lose my mind, mama," he growled against your skin, his pace turning brutal again. His hips snapped forward, his thick length driving deep inside you with a force that made you cry out. "You feel too fucking good."

"Pussy is fuckin' squeezing me," he gasped, his hips snapping erratically. He was fighting a losing battle against his own release. "Please... please, mama, don't make me pull out. I'll get the pill, I swear to God. I'll take you to the pharmacy myself first thing in the morning." His hands tightened on your waist, almost trembling.

He was sobbing now, not from sadness but from pure, unadulterated need. His lips pressed messy kisses to your neck and shoulders between desperate breaths. "I love you so much, baby. Please. Let me give you my babies. Please."

Oh. Oh, fuck.

The words hung in the air between you like a detonation.

You twisted your head to look at him over your shoulder, your breath ragged, eyes searching his desperate face. His usual composed demeanor was completely gone—replaced by raw need, vulnerability, eyes glassy and lips parted.

"You just said—" you breathed.

"I know," he choked out, not pulling back. Instead he leaned closer, forehead pressing against your temple, voice breaking.

"I do," he whispered, each word shattering the carefully constructed walls around his heart. "I fucking love you. So much it hurts. Please... baby..." His voice cracked completely, his pace turning slow and almost tender, despite the desperate grip he maintained.

You feel your chest tightening. That changed something. The air between you shifted. This was more than just sex now.

"We can't—" you started, but your voice died when he pressed his forehead against your temple, his breath hot and uneven.

"I know we can't,"

"But fuck, I want to," he whispered brokenly. His hips moved slow and deliberate now, not fucking you so much as making love. Each thrust pressed his cock deep against your cervix, like he was trying to paint your insides with his seed.

"I love you," he repeated, the words tumbling out like he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I love you, I love you, I love you." Each confession was punctuated by a slow, deep roll of his hips. His thumb brushed your jaw gently, the contrast between his rough fucking and gentle touch making your eyes water.

"Jerma," you whimpered, your walls fluttering uncontrollably around his length. The sheer intimacy of his confession shattered your ability to resist. "Baby... if you love me, you can't just..."

"I'll take care of everything," he cut you off softly, pressing a kiss to your damp temple. His hips snapped forward hard, making you gasp. "I promise."

"I'll get you the Plan B the second we're done," he breathed, his voice trembling against your ear. "I'll take you to the pharmacy myself. I'll pay for everything. Just please... let me have this. Let me breed you, princess. I need to feel you dripping with me."

His dominance slipped through again, hand tightening on your throat.

"Fuck," he groaned when you nodded, his hips stuttering. The permission sent a wave of relief and primal satisfaction through him. His grip on your throat tightened possessively as he began to fuck you in earnest again, his thick length battering your cervix with each snap of his hips.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," he grunted, loving the way your moans filled the room. "Take my cock, baby. Take it deep in that tight little pussy." His words grew dirtier, more aggressive, turned on by how you were letting him use you.

"Fuck, you sound so fucking pretty when you moan," he praised, his pace turning relentless. Each thrust buried him deeper, hitting that spot that made your back arch and your screams catch in your throat. You’re taking everything I give you. You feel so fucking good around me, mama." His voice dropped lower, rough with need.

His hand left your throat to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back sharply as he fucked you brutally. "Moan louder," he demanded, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall. "Let me hear that pretty mouth."

Your climax crashed over you without warning—a blinding wave that made your back arch off the mattress. "Ah! Jerma, fuck—!" You screamed his name, your orgasm ripping through you violently, your walls clamping down around his cock like a vice.

"Yes, yes, that's it," he groaned, feeling your pussy flutter and squeeze him mercilessly.

Your orgasm was intense—too intense. Your walls were pulsing, milking his cock like you were trying to drain him dry. Your vision blurred, pleasure overwhelming your senses. "FUCK—" you screamed into the pillows, legs shaking.

Jerma nearly lost it right then—your orgasm hitting him like a freight train. His hips stuttered, cock throbbing inside you.

"I can't—fuck, I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" he roared, his hips slamming into you one last, brutal time. He buried himself balls-deep, his cock twitching violently against your cervix. Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded your insides, rope after rope painting your womb.

Your face buried in the pillow as you felt the hot flood fill you—unending, excessive. His cock twitched inside you, and you felt him pulse again and again, a never-ending stream of cum flooding your womb. You could feel it running down your inner thighs. His hands remained firm on your waist, his entire body rigid.

"Shit," he choked out.

It was an absolute mess. You felt absolutely flooded, your pussy completely stuffed with thick, hot seed. Your womb was pumped completely full, ropes of cum filling you until it leaked around his cock, dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets. He stayed buried deep, plugging you up, ensuring nothing escaped.

"Mama..." he whimpered, leaning down to kiss your messy hair.

He stayed buried deep for what felt like an eternity, twitching and pulsing inside you, making sure every last drop coated your walls. When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of his seed spilled out, running down your thighs like thick honey.

"Oh my god," you breathed, feeling so incredibly full and used.

He collapsed beside you, pulling you against his sweaty chest.

He buried his face in your neck, instantly wrapping you in his arms. The desperate aggression was gone, replaced by overwhelming tenderness. He kissed your messy hair repeatedly, his heartbeat pounding against your back.

"I love you," he whispered against your skin, absolute adoration in his tone. "I've got you, mama. I swear."

It was completely undeniable—he was yours.

You lay there, feeling his cum drip slowly from your pussy between your thighs. Your body felt claimed, used, utterly saturated. His fingers traced lazy circles on your hip. "I meant everything I said," he murmured, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade. "I'm not running from this. From you."

[dollthoughtz]

❧ | 📹 BACK TO YOU • JERMAJESTY JACKSON

baby daddy! jermajesty × black! fem reader

warnings, MDNI 18+, detailed smut, sexting- sending nudes mostly, fingering, oral [both receiving], uprotected [y'all know the drill wrap before you tap], hair pulling, mirror sex, overstimulation, creampie, slight saliva play, not entirely proofread

synopsis,in which your ex misses you and proves he's the only one that can make you feel better than anyone else

notes, firstly fuck writers block this too way longer than it should've ik it sounds toxic but trust its not (it might be and i'm just blind), also i got tired at the end so sorry if its buns, you have a son but I didn't give him a name :)

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❧ you'd be lying if you said you don't know what led you to this moment. the day had been exhausting, you'd taken your three year old to his uncle abu's fourth birthday. it was supposed to be a quick drop off, jermajesty was supposed to pick him up but his hands full with birthday runs you'd taken your son. when jermajesty picked him up from the car, the "quick drop off" plan got ruined quick when jermaine spotted your car and insisted you stay for a bit. you didn't want to be rude so you went in.

the jacksons never viewed you any different even after you and jermajesty "part ways". his mother, siblings, cousins, uncles and aunts always greeted, even his grandma would always ask about you. it was like you never separated, but in a way you never did. you parted on mutual understanding no bad blood, however nothing stopped the constant hookups that followed. truth was within that mutual understanding was the understanding that neither of you could picture yourselves with other people.

did either of you actually try to date others? no. did you want to try? no. everyone knew, although you weren't dating they knew you still couldn't get over each other. then when hit six months of "not being together" you "agreed" to draw the line, it had been two months since then where the two of you actually complied to the rules. that never stopped tension though.

the five minutes you were supposed to stay turned into close to five hours, his family still welcoming as ever. once the party came to an end jermaine had offered to take your son for the night seeing how happy he was still playing with abu. not wanting to cut his enjoyment short you agreed, besides you deserved a night to yourself. that night to yourself got cut short however when jermajesty hit your phone up.

in his defence he tried his best though, he kept away for two months but that was it. he watched you mingle with his family like nothing happened, like you never broke up in the first place. while being a mother to your kid was something you had to do, the way you mothering that day made him wanna give you ten more. the way you laughed, the way you fit in, how well your jeans fit you when you walked. none of his brothers and cousins failed to remind him how bad he still had it, even marlon called him out on how he was ogling you.

it was late, the microwave reading eleven o'clock. you had gotten out of the shower, about to treat yourself to some wingstop you ordered earlier and binge watching your favourite series—after a huge nape you took when you got home. then your phone had lit up with a message from a contact saved a 'sperm donor'. you sighed rolling your eyes reading it but not opening it. the message had booty call written all over it. as tempting as it was you told yourself no, at least you thought you did because five minutes later you replied.

sperm donor 🙄

you up?

just bc your dick up doesn't mean i should be

damn ma

i miss you

be so fr you saw me today

you know what i mean

send please??

goodnight jermajesty.

thats where five percent of you wished the conversation stopped if you were being entirely honest. but here you were lights low, nothing but lace panties and baggy shirt your—your exes shirt to be specific—face down ass up taking a mirror pic. all because your baby daddy messaged you he couldn't sleep and after constant bickering you finally giving him what he wanted.

fuck mama

can i see more?

no.

fattest lie because you were getting his next picture ready. directly in front of the mirror, feet flat on the ground as you leaned back slightly, legs apart, this time underwear discarded. the shirt rode up showing your under boob. last one, you told yourself.

goodnight.

fuck can i come over

im still hard

goodnight jermajesty.

my ass

keep the door unlocked

you left him on read, but locked the door—he had a spare key. it was less than fifteen minutes when there was a knock at your apartment door. you already knew it was jermajesty you just didn't bother opening it. "open the door ma, its me," he said on the other side. "no shit sherlock," you replied. "i know you're in there just open the door." he demanded. "yeah of course i'm in here it's my apartment," you say matter of factly. then you hear the door unlock and realise you were fucking around a bit too much.

"shit," you mutter approaching the door. "wait maj," you exclaim but he was already inside locking the door behind him. your eyes meet, recognising his dark lustful gaze, you couldn't even find words to make something up. his eyes gazed to your lips and your mirrored his, his lips coming crashing onto yours unravelling the tension. the kiss was hot and heavy and once you felt yourself moan into you pulled away, because the two of you had been doing so good for two months.

"wait baby," you heavy breathed not even realising the pet name slip. "i- uh, i forgot to clean the kitchen," the excuse was weak and he knew by this time of night was your down time. "clean it in the morning," he kisses your neck. "i haven't changed the bedsheets," this excuse was worse than the last. he chuckled you felt the vibration sending shivers down your back. "we'll change them after ma," you moaned feeling him kiss your sweet spot after.

"jermajesty wait," he pulled away fully this time. "what's wrong ma?" he looked more concerned than annoyed. "we been so good these past two months," he couldn't find the good in the last two months. "exactly so it's time for my reward," you hold his jaw before he could kiss you again. you wanted him bad too but you didn't want to go against your word.

he sighs "baby if we're doing so good tell me why none of us have gone on a single date these past two months," he looked at you half serious half hungry. "because we both know each other better than anyone else, we're too used to each other. so please baby let me make you feel good. you know i'm the only one who can," you sighed in response because he was right and you hated that he was right. "fuck you," it sounded more needy than a complaint. "that's all i'm tryna do mama," he smiled back into your neck.

in less than twenty minutes you found yourself squirming under his touch. face buried between your legs as his tongue lapped at your clit, chasing your second orgasm. "shit," you breath out, you felt him smile against your pussy. he inserted two fingers curling just where you needed them. "jermajesty," you gasped at the stimulation, hands trying to push his head away but he holds one with his other free hand.

he then wraps his lips against your clit making you let out a sharp moan. "fuck i'm cumming," you came undone from his mouth and fingers. he stared up at you a grin forming on his glistening face has your chest rose and fell. jermajesty goes up to kiss you tongue and all, allowing you to taste yourself. your hands travelled from his hair then one trailing into his boxers, he groaned into the kiss.

you both looked down as you let go from the confines of his boxers, the tip springing onto your stomach. you spread the pre-cum with your thumb. the contact made him lean on his side instead, you kissed him once more before getting him to relax fully leaning on his elbows, watching you take his dick in your mouth. you licked a stripe from the shaft up, before taking what you could. your head bobbed and he threw his back.

"fuck," he breaths out watching the eye contact you kept with him as you tried to take his length fully. he presses on your head slightly knowing you could take more. his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged water bunching up at your lower lash line. "there you go," he says getting turned on even more. he feels his dick twitch so with little force he takes your mouth off, forcing you to sit up. wiping the saliva that collected at the corner of your mouth to put it back in your mouth as you sucked it off his thumb.

jermajesty's lips are met with yours once again, and his body is suddenly hovering over you again. the moment your lips release from the hold he turn you onto your stomach. his lips linger on your shoulders, as he lines his spongy tip at your entrance. thanks to how wet you were he slid in with no problem or pain, both let out moans on satisfaction. "fuck i missed you," he says bottoming out kissing against your ear.

he wasted no time in setting a hard fast pace pounding into your tightening folds. jermajesty bought himself back up, holding your hips up, your ass against his pelvis to create an arch. his hands slap your ass as he pounds into you. "just like that majesty," you moan into the sheets. "yeah baby?" a smirk played at his lips as his hips rutted deeper into you.

you could feel your high approaching for the third time that night. his hand reached for your hair, lifting your head up, you moaned from the pressure. "you see that baby?" he whispers in your ear while completely pounding you from behind, meanwhile you were too much of a mess to respond. he simply smirked at your fucked out expression a sense of pride building at his chest.

"who makes you feel like this?" he nibbled at your ear. "y-you," the words struggled to exit your mouth. "can't hear you mama," he then switches his angle allowing a sharp gasp from you. "fuck jermajesty," you moaned out. "exactly," the smirked continued to play at his lips. "i'm close," you managed to say amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "cum on my dick mama," he groans not too far behind you.

soon the slapping sounds got louder from the extra slick of your release, his pace didn't falter chasing his own. your legs grew weaker and moans grew louder. jermajesty thrusts became sloppier as his orgasm approached. he let one last big thrust before cumming deep in you, grinding against so you could feel every part of him— the friction from your clit and his balls rubbing together adding onto the pleasure. he then leans down towards your ear. "hope you're on the pill... because i'm not stopping at one," while you would've retaliated you didn't mind. you hated how easy he could get you.

jermajesty had you straddling him now, his hands kept its grip on you hips as he lazily slouched against the bed head. his own head thrown back in pleasure as you rode his dick, tits bouncing, hands on his chest to hold you up. "keep going mama, just like that," he hissed through the pleasure. his hands travel from your hips to your ass now, groping the flesh as he slowly felt your pace lose it's rhythm. "keep going baby, wanna make me cum don't you?" he breathed out, you felt your next orgasm approaching. "maj please," you cried out, overstimulated not knowing how much longer you could hold on. "c'mon." his hands guiding you to keep you riding.

the sound of the substances produced at where your bodies met continued to fill the room. you continued to clench around his dick as he filled you up each time you went back down. his high wasn't too far off so his hands controlled your hips forcing you to keep going, your moans mixed with the sound of the thrusts. "cum on your dick mama," he prompted almost sounding like a growl as you both came, foreheads touching as you caught your breath. jermajesty had your lips locked again a mix of hunger and passion.

once you pulled away his lips stayed connected to your neck whispering "think you got one more in you baby." before you could answer he was holding you close his dick still hard inside you, thrusting upwards. you gasped in pleasure, "baby i don't" you tried to justify yourself, but you didn’t what amazed you more his stamina or the fact that you could keep up becuase you both know there was gonna be one more. he shifted positions, holding your body close still inside you, laying you on the bed him hovering on top.

"i know you can do it baby," he continued to thrust deep and slow holding you close kissing on your ear. "tell me you love it when i'm this deep in you," he kept his pace. "love it when you're deep," you answered fucked out of any other thoughts. "say you love this dick," his hot kisses trailed all over your neck. "love your dick." those words were enough to make him cum alone. he kissed you deeply, feeling the previous orgasms drip down his cock and between your legs.

his arms remain wrapped around you, your face was buried in his neck when he all of a sudden set an unforgiving pace. "oh fuckk," you cried into his neck jermajesty pounded into you as if he was fucking whatever cum seeped out back in. you felt his cock continuously kiss your cervix, your walls continued to hug him tight, his animalistic pace continued. you couldn't feel your legs no more or any thought pass throug either, just completely drunk off of his dick, your hands clenching at his back in overstimulation. he struggled to find his own words, lost in how good your pussy felt "pussy so tight," he groaned. it wasn't long and both of y'all felt your highs approach for the umpteenth time that night "cum ma," that was all you needed.

your legs shook uncontrollably as he fucked his cum into you grinding deep once again as you felt every inch of him, his hold on you made sure of it. the room was filled with squelching nosises of your bodies and strings of cuss words after being fucked into oblivion. once jermajesty pulled out his dick was slapped on top of your sensitive clit making you whimper. he watched as the thick whit heavy loads of cum leaked out of you.

after awhile of catching your breaths, jermajesty fixed a warm cloth wiping up everything making sure you were well taken care of. "see told you we'd make the bed," he smirked carrying you back into bed. you shook your head too tried to keep up with his jokes. he gently lay you down then made himself comfortable next to you, your head on his chest absent-mindedly drwaing shapes on his chest. now all the thoughts flooded in of what was really going on between the two of you

"jermajesty?" he hummed in response. "what are we doing?" the question stayed heavy in the air. "if i'm being honest with you baby... i don't know?" he really didn't know. "wanna know what i do know though?" you looked up at him now curious as to what he was gonna say. "i know i wanna try again," he continues. while you really wanted to, you also wanted to know thag this was gonna be for real.

"you said that last time, and look at us" you continued to look up at him scanning his features "you know I've thought about you everyday these past two months, and not just like this i mean i've really thought about you," he honestly explained. "so have i," you admitted and jermajesty's gaze softened at your answer. "i don't want this to be the night we pretend everything's fixed becuase it's not, but i don't want to go back to pretending we don't miss each other," the words hit because you truly didnt know what to do.

"i still love you and still wanna tell you all about my day i wanna make us work and i mean really try," you searched his face and only found honesty. "but not like how we were before," you added and he quickly agreed. "no breaking up when it gets hard, we talk, we listen we don't run, can we try it that way?" you stayed silent for a bit not becuase you didn't want but becuase you truly were thinking, staring back into the deep brown eyes you fell in love with. "i think i can do that," you smile softly and he mirrors yours, gently kissing you.

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[blkkbratt]

sorry to bother you but can you do a jaafar fic based off of this picture?

Passenger princess

🍫pairings: Jaafar x black!reader

🍫wc: 976

🍫contains: Explicit content, strong language, fingering

🍫summary: Your boyfriend look too good while driving.

🍫a/n: not bothered at all, I loved this😛

It was a sunny summer day, and everybody and their momma needed something to do. You hummed to the SZA song on the radio, in your own world as Jaafar drove. You told him you wanted wings and you being his princess, of course he’s gonna get it.

Your sandals were kicked off as you relaxed in the passenger seat. “Young and fine and dark and handsome.” You sung reaching over to stroke Jaafar’s face making him smile.

“I’m not from South Detroit so who you talking about?” He teased making you roll your eyes. His hand sat on your thigh with a gentle rub of his thumb.

Your eyes dropped to his arm noticing the veins that decorated it. Lord knows you’re a sucker for veins. You licked your lips trying to distract yourself by looking out the window.

“What is it?” He asked noticing you stopped singing. “Nothing, J.” You said. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and you wouldn’t be surprised if a wet stain was on the seat.

“Baby, tell me.” He whined squeezing your thigh. God, must have it out for you. “I’m fineeee.” You told him, resting your hand on his hoping he wouldn’t keep moving his hand.

“If you say so, baby.” He sighed. That never stopped the small taps from his long fingers. You couldn’t help but hone in on them. The long, slender, gentle fingers. They pleased you so well.

Flashbacks to him having you spread on his lap while he fingered you crossed throughout your mind. You shook your head trying to focus on the wings and fries you’re about to tear down instead.

Sza song came to an end and ‘Bitch don’t kill my vibe’ by Kendrick came on next. “Hold on, now,” Jaafar exclaimed turning up the radio making you laugh.

You looked over at him watching his side profile as he drove with one hand. His shades covered his eyes, and the arm on the wheel had just as much veins as the one your thigh.

You don’t know if your body is heating up from the sun or from how fine he is. You took a deep breath, wishing the stir in your stomach would calm down. Are you ovulating or something?

You were so focused on his arms you didn’t know he was looking at you. “Girl, what is up with you?”

“Nothing, J.” You said once again focusing on the large billboard signs showcasing a random attorney. He squeezed your thigh once again and you couldn’t help the instinctive response to clench your thighs.

“Ohhh, so that’s what it is.” He said, stopping at a red light. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to play nonchalant so bad knowing you were dying for him to touch you.

He only shook his head and you felt his fingers slowly inch your dress up. “Jaafar…what are you doing?” You asked him, voice shaky.

“Helping my baby out.” He muttered. His eyes were trained on the road, as his fingers slid your panties to the side. “Scoot forward a lil bit.” He told you.

You didn’t hesitate to listen, spreading your thighs so he has more access. You bit your lip as his fingers glided up and down your slit collecting your strings of your arousal.

He rubbed your clit in circles, spreading your wetness around. “You’re so wet,” he chuckled, “all from looking at me?”

You just whimpered, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. The car lurched forward once the light turned green but he didn’t remove his fingers.

Your arms wrapped around his arm as he found your entrance. “Want me to play in that pussy?” He cooed not pushing inside yet.

“Yes J, please!” You begged, hips bucking towards his hand. He slid in his middle finger first causing you to release a drawn out moan. You tossed your head against the seat, spreading your legs farther.

“My baby so greedy, fuck.” He muttered. The sight of your desperation turned him on immensely. The gooey sounds of him pumping inside you grew louder, almost becoming louder than the radio.

“You like that shit? You like when I play with your pussy?” He asked. Before you could respond, he slid in his ring finger making you gasp.

Instead of an actual response, you tightened your grip on his arm. “Can’t even speak, I should fuck you in the backseat,” a whimper spilled from your lips and he sped up.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” All you could do was nod quickly, pressing your cheek against his bicep. Your hips grinded into his fingers, and his thumb found your clit.

You let out a sharp gasp, and your legs twitched. “You dripping, baby, you gon’ ruin my seats.” He teased, rubbing against your clit.

You wish you could respond but all you could focus on was your incoming orgasm. “W-wait.” You managed to push out, voice shivering. The feeling of him curling his fingers was too much—too deep—too good.

“You wanted this shit, shut up and take it then.” Jaafar muttered, speeding up. Your moans grew louder, as your back arched into the seatbelt.

“You’re gonna make me—fuck.” You cried. “Gon’ head, baby, let me feel it,” he cooed. His thumb pressed harder against your clit and his fingers curled faster.

Your body tensed up, and your eyes rolled back as you came right there on his fingers. You panted heavily, soaking his fingers as your legs shook.

He continued to thrust his fingers, “there you go baby, just like that.” He continued, talking you through it. You just fell further in love with him.

Once you stopped twitching and panting, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. He sucked on them while pulling into the wing spot.

“Alright, baby, let’s go eat.”

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[evvergreen]

tumblr is the website for if you're just someone's weird sister

[pointnclick]

"we live in an uncaring universe." sorry the special planet full of beauty and animals and food literally growing out of the ground isnt good enough for you. i guess

[japinesedenim]

KISS IT, KISS IT BETTER, BABY

married! jaafar jackson x nanny! reader

synopsis — things are heating up. everyone’s getting suspicious of what’s going on around the house and Jaafar has to finally ask himself, what’s he willing to do to keep you around?

content — toxic relationship, slight angst, cheating, readers manipulative, smut, p in v, missionary, mating press, maddie goes bye bye

Rooms in the Jackson home had never felt more suffocating.

Maddie was around more frequently now, her corporate meetings shifted to her home office out of a quiet, creeping suspicion she couldn't quite name—or didn’t want to. Yet, despite the tension around the house, you didn't break.

On the outside, you still remained the flawless, sweet, and effortless nanny. Smiling warmly when Maddie walked into the kitchen. You carried their son on your hip with ease. You were completely composed, the picture perfect image of hired help who knew to stay in her place.

But behind your calm eyes, your thoughts were sharp, calculating, and entirely aware of the toxic current vibrating through the walls. You knew exactly what you were doing. You knew this was a dangerous game, and you knew exactly how to play it.

I mean, it wasn’t your fault he liked you more. And the evidence of that was so painfully true.

Maddie was determined to bridge the unspoken canyon stretching between her and her husband. In the quiet dark of their room, she slid under the heavy duvet, her manicured hands gliding up Jaafar’s bare chest. She kissed his jaw softly, whispering low, desperate reassurances, entirely convinced that she was successfully pillow talking her man back into her arms. Jaafar didn't push her away of course, because do so would confirm her worst fears, so he closed his eyes and forced his body to go through the motions.

He rolled her onto her back, but the moment he slid inside her, a wave of profound, physical rejection hit him like a physical blow.

It was completely hollow. It was mechanical, a hurtful performance of marital obligation that made his stomach turn. Every single touch felt wrong. As he moved above his wife, his mind became an agonizing loop of you. He began comparing everything in real time, his thoughts spinning out of control. Maddie’s skin felt cold and distant compared to your burning, electric heat. Her routine, predictable whimpers felt entirely lifeless compared to the raw, undone, desperate noises you made when he held you down. You were a rush of adrenaline; Maddie simply felt like a chore.

Halfway through, Jaafar’s body literally began to reject the act. His heart hammered in panic as he felt himself softening inside her, his body refusing to cooperate with a woman he no longer desired. He pulled out abruptly, rolling onto his back with a ragged, strained breath.

"Jaafar? What's wrong?" Maddie whispered in the dark, her hand resting on his shoulder.

"I'm just exhausted, love," he lied smoothly, his voice deep and choked as he stared at the ceiling, swallowing the bitter taste of guilt. "The rehearsal’s this week... my head is spinning. I'm sorry."

Maddie sighed softly, pulling the sheets up and turning onto her side, completely blind to the truth. She thought he was just stressed. She had no idea that her husband’s body had been practically rewired by this point—that he was now a man who could only function if it was you he was tasting.

He didn't wait for her to say anything. He pulled on a pair of loose sweats and left the room, his throat parched, his skin crawling with the phantom scent of a marriage that had died months ago.

He descended the grand staircase, his heavy footsteps silent on the marble, heading toward the kitchen for a drink to wash the sterile taste from his mouth. But when he turned the corner, he froze.

You were sitting on the edge of the marble island.

The kitchen was bathed in the low, amber glow of the under cabinet lighting. You were wearing nothing but an oversized white tshirt—one of his shirts that you’d quietly stolen from the laundry weeks ago—and your bare legs swung lazily against the dark cabinetry. You were slowly sipping on a glass of wine, holding your phone in your other hand, mindlessly scrolling and looking entirely serene.

Jaafar’s breath hitched in his throat. The stark contrast of leaving his wife’s bed only to find you looking like a sinful dream in his own clothing sent a wave of pure fire straight though his stomach and to his cock.

"You're up late, Mr. Jackson," you murmured, your voice a low, smooth purr that cut through the quiet room. You looked at him over the rim of your glass, your eyes wide, clear, and entirely aware of the wreck he was.

Jaafar closed the distance between you in heavy strides, his large hands sliding onto the marble on either side of your thighs, trapping you. His face was flushed, his dark eyes boring into yours with a starved intensity.

"What’re you doing down here, Y/N?" he rasped, his breath hot against your face. "In my shirt. Looking like this."

You set your glass down with a soft clink, moving to gently trace the tense line of his jaw. You caught the faint, lingering scent of Maddie’s perfume on his skin, and your eyes darkened with a cold, lazy satisfaction.

"I could ask you the same thing," you whispered, your thumb brushing over his lower lip. "You smell like her. But you look... frustrated. Did it not go well upstairs?"

Jaafar swallowed hard, his jaw clenching under your touch until it ached. Your bluntness was a heavy, intoxicating drug. He hated how easily you read him, how completely you owned his entire being. "Don't play with me tonight," he growled low in his throat. "M'not in the mood."

"Oh, I think you are," you smiled softly, a tiny, sinful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. You slid your bare legs around his waist, pulling his heavy frame flush against the island, letting you feel the exact moment his dick hardened instantly through his sweatpants against your panties. "Your body doesn't lie to me, Jaafar. Go back to your wife. But we both know you can't finish unless it's me." You say, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before hopping off the counter and retreating to your room.

The static from that midnight confrontation carried straight into the weekend, turning a casual family dinner into a very high stakes psychological war zone.

Jaafar’s brothers, Randy Jr., and Jermajesty had come over, filling the vast dining room with their loud, easy banter. But the air around the table felt entirely deprived of oxygen.

Maddie sat at the head, her eyes hyper focused, her gaze tracking your every movement like a hawk as you served the food. You moved gracefully, completely unbothered on the outside, a perfect nanny.

Randy Jr., the perceptive big brother he is, leaned back in his chair, his eyes darting from Jaafar’s tight, unreadable face to the way his knuckles turned white on his fork every time your dress brushed past his shoulder. Jermajesty, meanwhile, kept tracking your quiet, guarded expression.

The second dinner ended, the brothers splintered, and the interrogation began.

Randy Jr. caught Jaafar in the dim pool room, closing the door behind them. He slammed his cue stick onto the green felt, looking directly at his younger brother.

"What the hell is the vibe in this house, Jaaf?" Randy asked bluntly, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Between you and Maddie something’s off. And the way you look at that girl... is there something going on?"

Jaafar didn't blink. He picked up a cube of blue chalk, slowly coating the tip of his cue with a calculated, corporate coldness. "Maddie’s….stressed about work. And the nanny is just the nanny, Randy. You're reading too into it. Drop it."

The lie was flawless, deadpan, and entirely dead. Jaafar didn't let a single crack show in his armor, protecting the sin with everything he had.

At the exact same time, near the dimly lit pantry hallway, Jermajesty caught you as you were carrying a tray of empty crystal glasses. His usual playful smile was entirely gone, replaced by a genuine, protective frown as he stepped into your path.

"Hey. Talk to me, Y/N," Jermajesty whispered, his hand resting gently on the doorframe to keep you from passing. "You're not yourself tonight. Are they treating you bad? If you need to leave, I can break the contract myself."

You looked up at Jermajesty, your face instantly softening into your signature sweet smile. It was a masterpiece of a lie.

"I'm just tired, Jermajesty, I promise," you laughed softly, your voice light and effortless. "The baby’s teething, so I’ve been up at all hours. Everything’s perfect, they’re just stressed about work or whatever."

You felt a little guilty lying right to the face of the person who got you the job but what were you supposed to tell him? Yeah I bounce on your brother’s dick in the pool house while we hide from his wife?? Absolutely not. So you held your composure, protecting the dangerous addiction you shared with his brother like your life depended on it.

As composed as you were though, you were pushed to your absolute limit the following afternoon. Maddie caught you alone in the grand upstairs corridor while the rest of the house was dead silent. She stepped directly into your space, her sharp designer perfume invading your senses, her eyes burning with a psychotic malice.

"I see the way you carry yourself in my house, Y/N," Maddie whispered, her voice a chilling, venomous promise. "You think you've made yourself indispensable. But let me be entirely clear: I am already in contact with a new elite nanny agency. The moment you step an inch out of line, I will fire you, blacklist you, and erase you from this family. You won't even be a memory."

You didn't shrink. You didn't allow a single tear to fall. You kept your chin parallel to the floor, holding her gaze with an unsettling, serene calm. "I understand," you replied softly, offering a polite, empty nod before walking past her.

But you knew exactly how to turn her threat into your weapon.

You retreated straight to the empty nursery. Minutes later, the door slipped open and Jaafar stepped inside, his chest heaving, his face dark with panic because he had seen Maddie cornering you from the downstairs hallway.

"What did she say to you?" Jaafar demanded, his voice a tight, frantic whisper as he crossed the room toward you. "Baby, tell what’s wrong so I can make it right."

You were standing by the crib, quietly folding a tiny baby blanket. You turned around slowly, letting him see the heavy tears finally welling in your eyes. You looked so small, so entirely vulnerable under the weight of the house.

"She’s gonna fire me, Jaafar," you whispered, your voice trembling beautifully as you took a soft step toward him. "She’s already looking at other agencies.... I think I should just let her. It hurts too much to watch you look right through me during the day, and then hear you go to her bed at night while I’m all alone. Maybe I should just pack my bags tonight and quit. Let you fix your family."

The mere idea of the house without your warmth sent a wave of pure panic through his chest. He crossed the remaining space in a single, desperate stride, his large hands slamming onto your waist, pulling your body flush against his hard frame.

"No," he growled, his voice thick with a raw, terrifying dependency. "I don't care about her. You can’t leave, baby. Do you hear me? I can't breathe in this house if you aren't in it."

The threat of your sudden absence hit Jaafar like a physical blow to the sternum. His pride, his ego, his carefully constructed walls—everything completely shattered at the thought of you walking out that door.

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The emotional collapse broke the final dam of your mutual restraint. Past midnight, while the rest of the house slept in darkness, Jaafar tracked you down to the secluded, dimly lit library on the first floor. The doors clicked shut, the lock turning with a heavy snap.

The room was warm, shadowed, and entirely isolated from the rest of the world. There were no stupid excuses left to give, no more lies and cold shoulders. Just you and him.

You stood by the velvet sofa, and when Jaafar approached you, his dark eyes were completely wild, entirely consumed by the sickness of his addiction to you. He didn't say a word. He just dropped his forehead against your shoulder, his large, heavy hands gripping your hips so tightly it would undoubtedly leave faint, bruising reminders on your skin the next morning.

"Please," he choked out, his voice a raw, pathetic plea against your skin, his ego entirely dissolving into the dark. "Fuck everything else. Fuck my pride. Baby, I take it back. Just give me tonight, Y/N. I'm begging you. Kiss it better f’me."

Your heart hammered, a fierce, dominant satisfaction rushing through your veins. You took his face in your hand, pulling his lips down to yours in a deep, wet, and deeply sinful kiss that tasted of pure desperation.

"You want this?" You whisper against his swollen lips. He nods eyes dark and glassy. "please."

His touch tonight was explosive, a manic re-claiming of his own sanity through your skin. He parted your legs, his heavy frame settling between your thighs, and slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more. Jaafars body tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.

He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.

When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly. With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.

You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.

His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against the arm of the couch, panting as he eased into a slow rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.

When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan. "Jaafar.." you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining. He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I know, I know baby..."

He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, brown eyes watching your face twist upon each push. He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by his forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.

You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.

"Closer..." You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, Jaafar...."

He pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head. You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.

"You're the only one," he growled, his voice deep and entirely broken as he drilled deeper, his sweat dripping onto your collarbone. "I regret her. You burn me alive, Y/N. I belong to you. Every single inch of me belongs to you."

"I love you."

The confession came tumbling out, catching you by surprise. You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.

"Y'know that, right?"

You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling—the taste of you.

Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms. You pulled a hand back to find one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips.

"I love you too," you murmured the words against his before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."

He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, chasing an impossible high. "Can't believe I went so long with this pussy..." He panted out.

"Always fuckin' want you," The rasp in his voice made you impossibly wetter.

The sound of the expensive couch creaking and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.

"Tell me you mean it." The words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.

"I do," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I really do, Jaafar, please-" He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you..."

With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.

He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat slicked skin against yours. He cums inside you with a choked, breathless cry, his body trembling violently as he collapsed against your chest, completely consumed.

The morning after offered a beautiful, chilling portrait of the complete structural collapse of the Jackson marriage.

By eight o’clock, the grand dining room was washed in a bright, clinical sun. Maddie sat at the head of the massive, polished mahogany table, her laptop open, her fingers typing with a sharp, aggressive rhythm. She was actively reviewing elite nanny profiles from some high end agency, her face set in a smug, confident mask of corporate authority. She truly believed she was about to reclaim her house. She believed she was about to erase you.

You walked in, their son balanced effortlessly on your hip. You moved over to the sad little beige high chair next to Maddie, carefully sitting him in and a setting his juice cup, completely quiet, carrying yourself with flawless composure.

Jaafar sat at the opposite end of the long table, the morning financial papers spread out before him. He wasn't wearing his tailored suit jacket yet; he was just in a black button down, the top three buttons casually undone, his sculpted chest still carrying the faint heat of the velvet sofa.

Maddie didn't look up from her screen, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Y/N, once you finish the morning feeding, I need you to log your hours for me. A representative will be calling at noon to finalize the transition paperwork."

It was a direct, public flex of her power. A reminder that you were a temporary fixture.

You didn't answer right away, giving her a simple nod, stepping past Jaafar’s chair to head back toward the kitchen.

But Jaafar didn't let you pass.

The discipline that had ruled his entire life for so long had simply….vanished, dissolved by the toxic, electric dependency he had surrendered to the night prior. He didn't look down. He didn't ignore you to please his wife. Instead, his large, heavy hand shot out across the open space, his long fingers wrapping tightly around your waist.

With a single, effortless tug, Jaafar hauled you straight back and pulled you down onto his lap.

The room went violently dead silent. The only sound was the low sound of cartoons and the soft gasp that escaped you, your skirt riding up over your bare thighs as you settled flush against Jaafar’s solid, spreading heat.

Maddie’s fingers froze instantly over her keyboard. Her jaw literally dropped, her eyes widening into a mask of pure, unadulterated horror as she stared down the length of her own dining table, watching her husband possessively cradle the nanny on his thigh in broad daylight.

"Jaafar..." Maddie choked out, her voice trembling with a sudden, suffocating humilation. "What—what the hell are you doing?"

Jaafar didn't even turn his head to look at his wife. He completely iced her out, treating her presence like nothing more than background static. His large palm remained locked heavily onto your hip, his thumb lazily stroking your skin beneath the hem of your skirt. His dark eyes lifted to lock directly onto yours, blown out and heavy with an unbothered ownership.

"You didn't be up so early, sweetheart," Jaafar murmured, his deep voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against your back. He completely ignored his wife's frantic breathing, his focus entirely consumed by the swollen curve of your lower lip. "You’re probably tired from last night. S’okay, just sit here and rest."

A wicked, intoxicating thrill rushed through your veins. You didn't panic. You didn't try to stand up or apologize. Instead, you leaned back into his broad chest, molding your body perfectly into his embrace, letting your bare thigh press firmly against his hardening length right beneath the table.

Slowly, you tilted your head up, looking directly across the mahogany expanse at Maddie’s pale, trembling face. You let a tiny, knowing, sweetly sinful smirk tug at the very corner of your lips.

"Jaafar, look at me!" Maddie slammed her hands onto the table, standing up so fast her leather chair scraped violently against the hardwood. "This is fucking psychotic! I am calling the police, I am having her thrown out of this house—"

"If you touch the phone, Maddie, I will take everything from you before it even hits noon," Jaafar cut her off, his tone entirely deadpan, devoid of a single ounce of marital respect. He finally cast a cold, indifferent glance toward his wife, his grip on your hip tightening. "Y/N isn't going anywhere. Close the laptop. Cancel the agency. If you don't like looking at her, you’re more than welcome to take your breakfast in the office."

Maddie stood there, completely paralyzed, her chest heaving as she realized the sheer, terrifying truth. Her threats, her money, her authority—none of it meant a damn thing anymore. She hadn't just lost her husband; she had lost her entire empire to the quiet girl sitting at her table.

Jaafar turned his eyes back to you, his face softening into that raw, desperate adoration from the night before as he leaned up to press a slow, lingering kiss right against your jawline, whispering against your skin, "Tell me what you want for breakfast, baby. Anything you want."

You held Maddie’s shattered, burning gaze across the room, your fingers gently tangling in Jaafar’s dark hair as you sank deeper into his lap. You didn’t feel bad at all. Even as you watched her take their son and storm out of the house that night.

It’s not home-wrecking if the house was already broken, right?