#jermajesty jackson

[humannaturess]

Ik your requests are closed but I’ve been thinking about nugget asking her brothers for money, not even needing it but just to see if they’ll give her money. I’d imagine Randy Jr giving her money no questions asked, Jaafar would be skeptical but he’ll still give it to her and Jermajestys like no immediately and they’d end up arguing 😂😂

꒰ contents ꒱ nugget tries the "can you send me money" trend on her brothers.

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[syrndollie]

just a tiny thought, nun major (18+)

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

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

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

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

[oneflygirl]

Here’s some more, so camelia was actually a side chick this whole time im assuming? But if we’re being honest.. yall both was a secret. There’s also more ss of him in half naked girls likes on instagram as well, and there was a video in a comment section basically of Jermajesty texting this girl “yooo” with heart eyes but now the girl (Savannah) is lying and back tracking about what really happened. ima lyk if there’s more though. that’s why cam was in LA, for maj. all the rumors was true and it was actually started by camelia. She wanted people to know she was messing around with jermajesty on the side. Then she started blocking people who spammed his name in her comments. Now the bita girl started crashing out and texting other people about him.. he really broke her heart I guess. But let’s be real, if a man never claims you publicly at all.. and he always in a females likes.. that’s not your nigga. Simple as that. And im sure they cracked 😂🤭

[itzpookiepooh]

Secret Lover

Your relationship is private not secret

Jackie was one of the most private out of his brothers. He didn't say much about his personal life not to the press nor his parents. He especially didn't talk about any relationship he had. He knew how his brothers got when it came to personal things. He also knew how important the family business was but he wanted something more—something personal. Something he could call his own.

That one personal thing was you. Jackie met you when he went out after getting into it over not wanting to be pressured about the family business. He walked for what felt like hours until he found this little pop up kitchen. He realized how hungry he was way before he realized he didn't have his wallet. He groaned in frustration because there's no way this day could get any worse.

"You should get the burger, it's really good." You suggested as you popped up behind him.

He eyed you as you smiled luminously. You waved your wallet slightly. "I'll pay."

He shook his head softly. "I couldn't let a lady—"

"Oh hush now." You handed the vendor a few dollars as he handed you two burgers.

You handed one to Jackie with a smile on your face. "Here you go."

Jackie was infatuated with your personality. You were bubbly and you considerate. He grew to love you the more you spent time together. You agreed to keep your relationship a secret. That's when the excuses started.

After rehearsals, he would tell his brothers he was meeting up with some friends. He would then sneak to your house and love up on you through the night. Other times you would meet other places. He never brought you over to his house, ever. He refused for his relationship be ruined by the public eye nor his nosy family members.

"Just sit here. Don't go anywhere." Jackie said as he kissed your cheek.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Where am I gonna go?"

He smiled as he held your hand until eventually letting it go and walking into the bathroom to shower. You sat on the bed reading as you heard the shower run. The house was quiet and peaceful, the only sound that could be heard was the shower water and you turning a page.

"Yo, Jackie! Where you at?" A deep voice sounded causing you to freeze in your spot.

You swallowed as your eyes dart to the door. 'You've got to be kidding me.' You thought to yourself.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were reading alone and the next a tall man with curly hair and his shirt partially open is staring at you with wide eyes. Your eyes widened as he just stared at you. The water from the shower was the only sound in the room. You gave an awkward smile to him as he waved just as awkwardly.

"Did you find him—" Another man stood there like he walked in on something inappropriate.

After that a few other men piled in. You felt your heart hammering in your chest. You want to throw up or hop up and leave. You weren't expecting to be caught so soon. This felt soon to you anyway.

"Hi, I'm…Jermaine." He lifted his hand for you to shake as you nervously did.

"Hello…" You laughed nervously.

"Uh—wha—we've never seen you." Marlon added as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I'm never here." You chuckled; the nervousness never leaving you.

You swallowed as they all introduced themselves and you just nodded. "So why did Jackie hide you from us?" Tito asked as he sat on the chair in the bedroom.

You cross your legs on the bed—lost for words. You didn't know what to tell them. You both agreed to keep your relationship private—not secret. Privacy allowed you both time together without eyes following you. You didn't want to tell his brothers anything that he didn't want them to know.

"I'm just a friend—"

"A friend that we've never seen." Marlon added with a suspicious look.

"Well—"

"Are you the same friend he sneaks off to see after rehearsals?" Michael asked rapidly as you opened your mouth.

"Or when he doesn't come home that night." Jermaine smirked, already knowing what was going on.

Before you could say anything the bathroom door opened to Jackie with his towel around his neck. He froze seeing his brothers surrounding you. He groaned as his head dropped like he'd been caught. He thought he could keep you to himself a little longer. At least until he felt you both were ready.

"I can explain—"

"Friend, huh?" Jermaine teased as He crossed his arms.

Jackie's eyes flicker towards you before going towards his brothers. He groaned as he ran a hand down his face. "She's not my friend—"

"Yeah because you don't sneak around with your friends." Tito told him as he snorted.

"I just wanted something that was mine—not ours." He told his brothers who raised their eyebrows at him.

"Jackie, what's really going on?" Tito asked with genuine concern for his brother.

Jackie sighed. "The night I left the house after some disagreement—I met her. I just wanted something that wasn't judged by everyone's eyes."

"A thing I could cherish without the prying eyes and flashing lights. I didn't want anyone to think being with her was taking me away from work either."

Michael nodded. "We're not judging you, Jackie. We just teasin' you."

Jermaine agreed. "Yeah, we just want you to be happy."

"You're allowed to be happy, brother. Money and fame ain't everything." Tito added.

"So introduce us properly." Marlon held his hand up motioning towards you.

Jackie sighed softly as you gave him a simple nod of approval. "She's my girlfriend and I love her—a lot."

"Hi guys." You smiled brightly with a soft wave.

They all introduced themselves one by one. You tried your best to remember them each but you were horrible with names which made Jackie laugh. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could finally bring you around without it being a secret. He felt free.

"You do know you'll have to tell mother, right?" Randy added in as he chuckled.

You both stiffened at the thought. You both fall onto each other as you groaned.

"Oh yeah, they're one and the same." Tito added as the others laughed.

Slipped pre-evil Randy in there just in case someone says he’s not there

@missharper33

[greedyjudge2]

let me help

black reader x jermajesty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[xwixnk]

Girll you are killing it rn !!

Could you maybe write something like jermajesty sister is going through a break up and like she’s really depressed and won’t leave her room so her uncles, brothers and family tries to cheer her up!

Cheering up

Jermajesty x sibling! reader

Summary: Your brother and your family helps you during your breakup.

The heavy oak door to your bedroom had been shut for three days. Ever since the breakup, the outside world ceased to exist. The blinds were drawn, throwing the room into a gloomy twilight, and the only sound was the faint, repetitive hum of your favorite sad playlist. You curled tighter into your blanket, wishing you could disappear.But the Jackson family doesn't let anyone disappear for long.Down the hall, a full-scale tactical meeting was taking place.

Your brothers. Donte, Jaafar, Jermajesty, and Randy were huddled up with your aunts and uncles. "She skipped breakfast again," Donte said, crossing his arms with a deep frown. "This is getting out of hand. I hate seeing her like this." "She just needs to know she’s got a whole army behind her," Jermajesty insisted, holding a massive tray piled high with your favorite comfort foods.

"I’m going in.""Wait, wait," Uncle Jackie interjected, waving his hands. "You can't just barge in there blank faced. You need rhythm! You need energy! When we were on the road with the Jackson 5, if one of us got the blues, we sang our way out of it."

"Uncle Jackie, I don't think a dance routine is going to fix a broken heart," Jaafar said with a soft, sympathetic smile."It couldn't hurt," Aunt Janet chimed in, leaning against the doorframe. She looked at your brothers with warm, knowing eyes.

"Jaafar is right. Just show her love. Go on, we’re right behind you."A soft, hesitant knock disrupted your miserable silence. "Go away," you called out, your voice raspy from crying.The door clicked open anyway. Jermajesty poked his head in, his expression instantly softening when he saw the blanket burrito on your bed.

"Hey, sis," he said gently, stepping inside. "Brought some reinforcements." Behind him, Donte, Jaafar, and Randy filed in, making the spacious room feel smaller. Jermajesty set the food tray on your nightstand, while Randy walked over to the windows, pulling the blinds up just a crack to let in a sliver of afternoon sun. "Ugh, Randy, no, turn it off," you groaned, shielding your eyes.

"Can't do that, girl," Randy said, sitting on the edge of your mattress. Donte sat on your other side, gently tugging at the edge of your comforter until your tear stained face was revealed. "Look at you," he murmured affectionately, rubbing your shoulder. "He wasn't worth these tears, you know. Not a single one."

"It just hurts," you whispered, a fresh tear slipping down your cheek. "I feel so empty."Jaafar knelt by the side of the bed, taking your hand in his. "I know it does, little sis. It’s okay to hurt. But you don't have to do it alone in the dark. We're right here."

Jermajesty grabbed a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies from the tray and waved it under your nose. "Come on, take a bite for me? I made them myself. Well, Donte helped, but I supervised."You let out a tiny, breathless laugh, which your brothers celebrated like a major victory."There she is!" Jermajesty smiled, his eyes wrinkling at the corners.

"There's that beautiful smile."Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open fully. Uncle Tito, Uncle Marlon, and Uncle Jackie strode in, bringing an immediate burst of old-school energy. Uncle Tito was strumming an un-amplified electric guitar, humming a smooth bassline, while Marlon did a playful spin near your vanity.

"Alright, darling," Uncle Jackie boomed, leaning over the footboard of your bed. "The Jackson 5 protocol is now in session. Rule number one: No crying over boys who don't know what they lost."

"Rule number two," Uncle Marlon added, pointing a dramatic finger in the air. "Music cures everything. Boys are temporary, but family? Family is forever."Aunt La Toya and Aunt Janet squeezed into the room next.

La Toya rushed over, sitting right next to you and wrapping you in a tight, fragrant hug. "Oh, my sweet angel, don't you dare let anyone dull your shine. You are a queen, do you hear me?"Janet stood near the door, a gentle, comforting presence. She caught your eye and gave you a reassuring wink.

"They're right, honey. It feels like the end of the world right now, but I promise you, you are going to heal. And you’re going to be stronger for it."Looking around the room, you saw your uncles humming a familiar tune, your aunts showering you with love, and your brothers looking at you with protective, devoted eyes.

Jermajesty broke off a piece of a cookie and gently fed it to you.The ache in your chest didn't magically disappear, but for the first time in days, the heavy weight felt a little lighter."Thank you guys," you sniffled, wiping your eyes as Donte wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a massive group hug with your brothers."Anytime, princess," Jermajesty whispered, kissing the top of your head. "We've got you. Always."

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[kissmyglxck]

🪽— why the grapevine saying Jermajesty is horribly toxic exactly how everybody writes him….🌚

ts funny though, he blocking them girls left and right bc they talk too much, now they dealing with the consequences 🤷🏽‍♀️

FUHRIES✌🏾😭

[myhobari]

Hiii! Love your work!! can you do a jermajestyxfem and like basically she calls him on the phone one night and is super horny so they start dirty talking and he like tells her how to touch herself and talks her through it over the phone.

missing you.

a jermajesty fic

summary - requested!

includes - smut // boyfriend jermajesty // gf reader // reader is on a work trip // guided masturbation // just nasty

a/n - really self conscious about this one, lmk what y'all think

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The hotel room was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant city noise filtering through the window. You’d been gone three days on the work trip and the ache between your legs had gone from background noise to something sharp and insistent. You were already in bed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts you’d packed like a secret, when you hit call.

He picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, baby.” Jermajesty’s voice came through warm and a little rough, like he’d just been half-asleep. “You good? It’s late out there.”

You didn’t waste time.

“I’m so fucking horny,” you said, voice already breathy. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About your hands. Your mouth. Everything.”

There was a short pause, then a low, quiet laugh that sounded more like a growl.

“Shit. Okay. Hold on.” You heard movement on his end, maybe him sitting up, maybe him adjusting himself. “You in bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Lights off?”

“Mostly.”

“Good. Take the shirt off. I know you’re wearing one of mine.”

You pulled it over your head and tossed it aside. The cool air kissed your bare skin and your nipples tightened instantly.

“It’s off.”

“Now touch your tits for me. Slow. Squeeze them the way I do when I’m behind you.”

Your hands rose, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. You pinched lightly and a soft sound slipped out of you.

“There it is,” he murmured. “I can hear how bad you need it. Pinch harder. Twist a little. Pretend it’s my fingers.”

You did. The sharp little spark of sensation shot straight down between your legs. You were already wet, had been since before you even dialed.

“Talk to me,” he said, voice dropping lower. “Tell me how wet that pussy is.”

“Soaked. I’ve been dripping since I got in the shower earlier thinking about you.”

“Fuck.” You heard the rustle of fabric on his end, the unmistakable sound of him freeing his dick from his pants. “Slide your hand down. Don’t rush. Just rest your palm over your pussy first. Feel how hot it is.”

Your hand obeyed, pressing against the soft, slick heat of yourself. You were already throbbing.

“Now spread your lips open with two fingers. Nice and slow. Let me hear how wet you are when you do it.”

You did. The soft, filthy sound of your own arousal filled the quiet room and clearly traveled through the phone because Jermajesty groaned.

“Shit. That’s my girl. Rub your clit for me. Light circles at first. Don’t press hard yet.”

You followed every instruction, fingertip gliding over the swollen bud in lazy circles. Pleasure coiled low and tight. Your breathing got heavier.

“Harder,” he ordered after a minute. “Press down. Imagine it’s the head of my dick rubbing against you before I push inside.”

You pressed firmer, hips starting to rock into your own hand. A soft whimper left your throat.

“That’s it. Keep going. Two fingers, slide them inside. Nice and deep. Curl them the way I do when I’m looking for that spot that makes your legs shake.”

You pushed two fingers into yourself and the stretch made your eyes flutter shut. You curled them, searching, and when you found that sensitive place inside you let out a broken little moan.

“Found it, huh?” His voice was strained now, the wet sound of him stroking himself audible. “Fuck yourself on those fingers. Nice and steady. I want to hear everything.”

You worked your hand faster, the slick noise of your fingers pumping in and out filling the room. Your other hand stayed on your clit, rubbing tighter circles as the pressure built.

“I’m so close already,” you gasped.

“Not yet. Slow down. Pull your fingers almost all the way out… then push them back in deep. Do that a few times. Want you aching for it.”

You obeyed, the slow drag of your fingers making you tremble. Every time you pushed back in you felt fuller, needier.

“Good girl. Now go faster again. Harder. Rub that clit like you trying to come on my tongue.”

Your hand moved with purpose now, fingers plunging deep, thumb working your clit in quick, firm strokes. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Your thighs started to shake.

“Maj—”

“I know, baby. Let me hear it. Come for me. Come all over your fingers while I listen.”

The orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around your fingers as pleasure ripped through you, wet and pulsing. You cried out, hips jerking, free hand fisting the sheets. On the other end of the line you heard him curse low and filthy, the sound of his fist speeding up as he chased his own release.

“Fuck—yes. That’s it. Keep rubbing through it. Don’t stop until it starts to hurt a little.”

You kept going, oversensitive and shaking, until the last waves finally eased. Only then did you slow, fingers still buried inside yourself, breathing hard.

A few seconds later you heard him come, deep, rough sounds as he spilled over his hand, your name mixed in with the curses.

For a long moment the only sound was both of you catching your breath.

“Shit,” he finally said, voice wrecked and soft. “You good?”

You laughed weakly, still pulsing around your own fingers. “Better than good. I needed that so bad.”

“I know you did. You not doing that shit alone next time. When you get home I’m bending you over the first surface I see and making up for every night you’ve been gone.”

You smiled into the dark, already looking forward to it.

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now clean yourself up, put my shirt back on, and go to sleep for me. Call me again tomorrow if you get needy. I’ll talk you through it as many times as you need.”

You stayed on the phone a little longer, softer now, until your eyes grew heavy. When you finally hung up you were still smiling, body loose and satisfied, already counting the days until you were back in his bed for real.

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