guys i lost a fic… IT WAS MIKEY FINDING A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE IN JERMAINES ROKM AND WANTED TO SEE HIS FREIDNS BODY OR SMTH. guys pls i need to find it, like idk who wrote it but it was definitely otw era and that’s like all i remember
Can you please write Randy jr and reader having sex and Jermajesty and Jaafar call to talk to him and Randy keeps going.
(This is literally porn with little to no plot and its filthy so MDNI +18 also i know I KNOW Randy is vocal asf, i hear it in my dreams, so this is me putting pen to paper)
(Also, papi and size kink :p and he calls you mami one time, YOU CANT STOP ME)
Was it round 4 or 5? you lost count like 2 rounds ago
You and Randy had just bought and moved into your first home together after getting engaged, your forever home, where you’ll grow old together and watch your children grow up. Of course there has to be a celebration. You have to break it in no?
You’ve gotten down and dirty on nearly every surface of the house, you sucked his dick on the couch, he ate your pussy like a starving man on the kitchen counter, he fucked you stupid against the shower door.
And right now, you’re finally in your room, both bodies wet from the shower, your pussy stuffed with his cum so much that it was leaking out of you. Oh but he had absolutely no intention of stopping.
So here you are again, one leg over his shoulder, his big hands lifting your hips up and he fucks into you, creating an agonizing angle that makes you feel-no- makes you see him inside your lower belly.
“Fuck ma mmm” he grunts, one of his hands goes from your hips to your belly, exactly where his dick is bulging upwards, he presses down, earning a loud moan from you “Feel me there? M’ so fucking deep inside you” his space increased, if that’s even possible
“F-Fuck Randy yes” you moan furrowing your eyebrows together and moving your hips against him, not quite enough.
“That ain’t my name ma” he presses further on your belly “What’s my name baby?”
“Papi- mmmmph~ fuck feels so good” you moan, your hands holding onto his big arms
You’re close, so close, he feels it, you feel it, you’re damn near screaming he fucks into you faster, so eager to get you to your orgasm.
Suddenly.
His phone rings. Once. Twice. Three times, he looks over to the nightstand, Jaafar’s name flashing on the screen. You thought he’d let it ring, i mean, you are kinda busy right now.
But he suddenly slowed down his thrusts, making you whine and move your hips around, trying to get to your high, but you were met with a sharp spank on your ass
“AH- Randy what the fu-“
“Hey man” Randy took the call. Your eyes widen, is this man insane? he put his index finger against his lips, directing you to quiet down “Nah i’m not doing nothing right now” he said as his hips started snapping against you again, making you gasp.
“Ran-“ you whisper trying your best not to be loud, but it is a little impossible when your man —who’s crazy good in bed— has you spread eagle and you were already overstimulated from all the things that happened earlier.
Randy, that fucker, puts his phone on speaker and puts it on your stomach, as his hands are free again, he puts them on your thighs and presses down, not allowing you to close them even if you tried
“Yeah so i’m here with Jer at the store, what should we bring tomorrow to your house warming dinner” Jaafar said over the phone
You had honestly forgotten about that. In fact is that last fucking thing you’re thinking of right now
“Mmm, i don’t know” he grinds his hips against you “Let me ask my girl”
Your eyes widen once again, you shake your head no.
“Baby what should they bring tomorrow?” he asks you, he snaps his hips against you. hard.
You whine, quickly putting your hands over your mouth, they totally heard
“What’s that?” you hear Jermajesty over the phone
“She said just wine” Randy replied with a cocky grin “Listen man i gotta go my girl needs me to…unpack sum, see yall tomorrow”
He ends the call, throwing the phone away from yall, he gets back to thrusting into you with relentless pace.
“You’re fucking insane Randy” you say
He chuckles “Yeah?” he bites his lip “Fuck you’re dripping into the bed baby, you close again? m’ sorry i edged you earlier” he pouts mockingly “I could feel you squeezing me, you need this dick so bad huh? Shit”
“Yeah papi” you nod desperately “need it s-so bad” you feel the knot on your stomach tying once again, his thrusts are long and sloppy
“Fuck i’m bout to cum mami”
“M-me too Ran, want it inside me again, please?” you say
“Again?” he grunts “Fuck yeah ill stuff you full again”
You moan loudly as you cum, you go limp, letting him use your pussy like his own personal fleshlight, soon enough you feel his body twitching above you, and you feel his warm seed shooting inside you
“Holy shit” he says pulling out of you, getting down to your lips to kiss you “You good?” he touches your face softly
“Yeah..” you say with a cheesy smile on your face, feeling his cum spilling out of your pussy once again, a smile comfortable silence comes from both of you.
“….up for one more?” you feel his big hand moving up your thigh, cupping your pussy
Fuck…
You just hope the new neighbors don’t file a noise complaint (and that you can look at Jafaar and Jer in the face tomorrow)
manipulative bsf!michael finds out you’re going on a date with another guy ♡
warnings: 18+ (mdni), backshots
you wanted to keep it a secret from michael. you randomly met lucas in a bookshop in between the piles of paperbacks and the smell of old paper wafting around you two when you hit it off, completely submerged in your conversation about the duality of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde when he asked you out.
you hesitated for a moment. flashes of michael’s precious smile surged through your mind like lightning bolts, trying to scare you away. you agreed to go out with lucas, even though he was the complete opposite of michael: freckles scattered across his nose, and a backwards hat in a fratboy type of way. sweet, shy. you liked it, going out with someone you could connect with.
but… michael would love that for you, right? he’s your best friend after all, and he knows your goal is to eventually find your one true love. maybe lucas is that person.
with that mindset, you sit next to michael on the sofa, practically jumping in excitement to tell your best friend the good news. how cute lucas is, how he totally understands your literary taste, and how you’re able laugh with him. really laugh with him. how you met him in a bookshop, the most romantic place of all places in the world.
“you’re never gonna guess what happened,” you begin, placing your hands on his thigh to get michael’s attention. michael’s lazily paging through the tv guide, trying to find something interesting while attentively listening to you. “tell me, pretty.”
you scratch your neck in shyness, feeling the heat dawn on your cheeks and the curve of your ears. “i’m going on a date.” and with that, you let your statement hang in the air. you sound squealy, excited, even.
suddenly, michael stops paging through the tv guide. his eyes flick up to you, where you sit next to him, all pretty and perfect, where you belong. “a date?” he asks in confusion, wondering if he heard you correctly. because since when do you speak with other guys? do you have other guy friends he doesn’t know of? “and you said yes?”
you breathe out a tiny laugh, folding your arms around your chest to make yourself small. “well… yes. we’re going tonight. he’s taking me to the movie theater. this new horror movie.”
michael huffs out a laugh, a tad bit cocky. “you don’t like horror.” he says it like it’s a fact.
part of it burns within you, how he knows you so well and uses that advantage to get his way all the time. you want to stand tall and go against the ferocity of his actions and manipulation, but part of you likes knowing that there’s someone in this world who knows you like the back of their hand.
the pressure in your chest tightens. “things can change, michael.” you say, already knowing where the conversation is headed. a piece of michael thinks it’s endearing, how you try to be cross with him, go against everything he says. he thinks the little frown on your face is rather adorable than scary.
without another word, michael pats his thigh. “let me explain somethin’ to you.” his tone is all authorative and deep, leaving no room for argument. you comply almost instantly, dropping your weight on his lap as michael brings his large hand out to give your chin a wiggle.
“listen to me, sweetheart,” he starts, his free hand kneading the fat of your waist under your top. “he’s just pretendin’ to like you, baby. he doesn’t love you like i do. y’don’t need him—” he brushes his thumb back and forth over your cheekbone. “y’have me. that’s all that matters.” he gives your chin another wobble to emphasise his short lecture.
and you just stare at him, saying nothing. only busy with recollecting your thoughts that seem to crumble in your mind. the feeling of michael’s warm thigh under you, his soft hand caressing your face. it’s mind-numbing, but at times like these, when michael clearly shows you that he knows best, you relish in the fact that you have a best friend who knows how to take the lead.
well, normally you would. you don’t want that today, you decide. “i think i should go out with other guys my age, mikey,” you confess softly, peering at the rough denim of michael’s jeans. “i think it’s good for me.”
at that, michael barks out a melodic laugh. it sounds condescending and hearty at the same time, and it makes your clit pulse underneath the cotton of your panties. “y’think it’s good for you?”
not even an hour later, michael has you face down, ass up on the sofa while he slides his cock in and out of you. your warm slick streams out of you in droopy strings, keeping michael’s length attached to your little hole as the sloppy sounds fill the room, mixed in with your small cries.
“he’s not good f’you—” michael starts again, thrusting himself in you again. at this point, your warm muscle is totally used to him, welcoming him in and accommodating his size in your soppy entrance. his tip nudges at your cervix, making you feel like electricity runs through your veins everytime he pushes your lowerback down to force your back into an arch as michael keeps ramming in you. “only i am good f’you, right, pretty?”
the sounds of skin on skin echo through the living room, and you feel weird. “yes— yes, only you—” you babble, voice muffled in the cushions, feeling him all the way in your throat. your cunt feels raw as your hole sputters out more of your cream at the thought of getting fucked by your best friend on his sofa.
he enters you again, agonisingly slow. “he can’t give this to you, can he?” he deliberately pushes his cock in inch by inch, making sure you feel his length penetrating your narrow alley. demanding to be felt. demanding to wedge it within you and mould your insides to his shape.
you whimper at the feeling of michael bottoming out, the crown of his cock kissing your cervix deliciously as your wetness drips on the expensive leather of the sofa. “n-no…” your pussy twitches from sensitivity, hips bucking backward when michael’s free hand reaches down to rub controlled circles to your clit.
your cunt flutters open like a flower, white slick gushing out of you like a greasy waterfall, and michael has the audacity to coo at you. “can he make you feel like this?” oh, you hate him. big time.
michael slides out of you with ease, then right back in, creating a ring of white around his shaft. he listens to your muffled cries and moans like it’s his latest demo, and actually finds joy in how you welcome him in so easily. “look at you, taking your best friend’s dick and going onna’ date later.”
ೄ ◞♡ imagine cockwarming bestfriend!michael while he’s terribly attempting to show you what each button on the soundboard does. You wanted to tag along with him today to see how he worked, and as the day settles into a quiet night with only you two left in the studio, you were curious on how the music is even produced.
In the midst of showing you, you wanted a closer look. Next thing you know, he’s hiking your thigh up to get over on his lap.
“And this? What does this button do?” You point to it, acting oblivious on how the clenches of your cunt around his cock is driving him absolutely crazy. He doesn’t give a damn about teaching you anymore, all he wants is to fuck up his hips into your pussy until you’re a whimpering, gasping mess.
“Please,” You hear the softest of a whisper from him, noting the way his fingers have an iron grip around your waist, trying to hold himself back. “I-I need you to move, fuck—“
You stay still on his lap, your weight settled low and warm against him. You hum, feeling every aching twitch of his cock nestled deep inside your heat. “Answer my question first, Mikey.”
His jaw tenses, thighs flexing under yours. You watch how he struggles to find his voice, swallowing hard. “T-That’s the loop button. Whatever sound it is, it plays it continuously as long as you hold down that b-button.”
You grind your hips a little, slow and deliberate, enough to have him lose his breath. Your lips stop next to his ear, voice low and husky. “Good boy.”
That’s what broke him completely, not being able to take it anymore. You were no longer in control like you thought this entire time, hips snapping repeatedly up into you as he held you still by the waist to take every bruising thrust of his cock, turning you into a babbling mess in less than a second.
You should’ve known he never liked when things didn’t go his way.
Pairing(s): Jermajesty x f!Reader, Brief Jaafar x Reader
Genre: SMUT!!(MDNI), Enemies to lovers,, some angst, fluff.
Warnings: AGAIN SMUT!! (MDNI), Jaafar is single in this one baes. Jermajesty is older (reader is only a year younger.) Toxic!Jermajesty, Mean!Jermajesty(cruel really), Fireworks used as weapons. Jermajesty is obsessed in the worst way, he's lowkey a creep, lowkey though. Vomit. Brief Jaafar x Reader (I do mean brief, jermajesty don’t play that.) Fingering, Choking, Arguing, Jermajesty has a big dick! P in V, No protection (Wrap it before you tap it, loves). Exhibitionism (He ain’t coming off you for nothin’ sista). squirting. Spit as lube. Spit kink. Just filthy really.
Summary: Since diapers, Jermajesty has been the bane of your existence. Always picking at insecurities, making jokes at your expense, and finding ways to turn everything into a competition. Peace doesn’t walk in the room when you two do. In fact, she passes the reigns to chaos, and leaves all together. Playing this game of back and forth has grown tiring, so you decide it’s time to shift focus. Jermajesty doesn’t like that one bit.
W.C. : 6.2k
Author’s Note: Hey guys! I’m glad the snippet was well received! I have been sitting on this for a minute so I am happy to share. I really think is so cool, I am biased though Share what you think in the comments, reblog if you love it! Thank you for reading, my hearts! POV switches from third to second once we hit the present. NAWT proofread sista.
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The Archive
love, B 🤍
[Spring: May 2nd, 2004. Codename: The Beginning.]
Two little ones sit face to face post wrestling match, on an ornate rug in Havenhurst's living room. One breathes heavily, face red, marked with a scowl and a wobbly lip, the other grips a wooden block marked with the letter ‘B’ triumphantly.
The girl takes in a deep breath, tears well in her eyes, and she exhales with a cry that could wake even the sandman. At the sound of her cries, The young boy's face contorts to match her own. While testing her lung capacity, she attempts to retrieve the block one more time, only to be met with a sharp pain in her temple. The boy made quick work to remove himself from the line of fire as she,impossibly, screamed louder. She picks up her own block, ironically marked with a ‘J’, and launches it back with the same level of vitriol.
It doesn’t connect with the tyrant in the room, no, that would be too easy. Instead, it collides with her mother’s shin, who had rushed in to see what all the fuss was about. When asked why she had turned their toys into projectiles, the poor girl, consumed by hysteria, couldn't get a response out.
A small voice, that was not her own, cut through the air,
“She hit me!”
Before she knew it, three words without an ounce of truth to them, had landed her a sentence of fifteen minutes facing the wall.
This interaction, which may seem like ordinary toddler melodrama, marked the beginning of y/n’s longstanding beef with Jermajesty.
[Summer: July 4th, 2010. Codename: The Pop-its Incident]
The fourth of July is normally a wholesome, family oriented, event. Trademarked by barbecues, games, a dip in the pool, popsicles that will inevitably melt under the California sun, and at the end of the night, beautiful displays of pyrotechnics, some even handheld, that should not be in the vicinity of a deranged nine-year old.
Y/n found herself exhausted. Between the outdoor activity that, no doubt brought about an early onset fatigue, and the fact that the young girl had practically stuffed herself to the gills with overdone hotdogs, a burger, and perhaps one-too-many cupcakes, by the time the sun began to set, she was nearly immobile.
With a towel wrapped around her shoulders, and a slouch in her spine, she, tiredly, tries to settle down on a lawn chair nestled in a corner of the backyard, wanting nothing more from the day than to just watch the fireworks. Unfortunately for y/n, the boy who’s been plaguing all eight years of her life had other plans.
She sees him approach from a distance with a smile on his face and hands hidden from view. Looking back, that itself should have been enough of a warning. Still, she brushes it off with a roll of her eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair, with her hands on her knees and feet planted firmly on the warm pavement. By the time she looks up, he looms over her something behind his back.
“ Y/n,” he addresses. She raises a very skeptical brow, waiting to see what treachery would leave his mouth next. “Are you having fun?” Jermajesty asks, shifting on his feet. She could tell something was amiss, very rarely did he willingly speak to her, and whatever he had behind him did nothing to soothe her nerves. Tired and bordering on overwhelmed, with a squint, y/n huffs, “What do you want?”
Jermajesty feigns offense, brows furrowing as he takes a somber tone, “I can’t talk to you now?”
She scoffs, “When do you ever just talk? What, don’t feel like terrorizing me today?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Terrorize is a weird way to describe a few jokes,” he says with a wave of his, now visible hand.
Before she can start rattling off the instances where Jermajesty absolutely did terrorize her, he cuts in again, this time with a quiet mumble, “I seriously did want to check on you. Didn’t realize it was a crime.” Y/n knows better than to trust him, she swears she does. Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the hurt expression painted on his face, but she felt her guard lower. Her eyebrows relax, and she almost feels bad for assuming the worst. Almost.
“My bad, Jermajesty. Yes I ha–” The words all but die on her tongue when she hears a decently loud ‘POP!’ and feels a warmth near her feet. There’s only about two seconds allowed for recognition. This asshole was sending pop-its careening toward her feet. Y/n tries to scale the lawn chair, but the slits in it send her feet right back into the cross-hairs.
“Jermajesty! Stop!” She screeches, practically dancing in the small area. He in fact, did not stop. It was almost like her terror was a motivator. The pop-its came faster, and she was terrified. If she wasn’t before, y/n was definitely overwhelmed now, and tears formed before she could stop them. Of course, her torturer noticed, “Aww, is the baby gonna cry?” He mocked, showing no sign of stopping his onslaught.
She wasn’t ‘gonna’ do anything, the tears were hot and very present. That wasn’t really y/n’s main concern though. Remember her overindulgence? It was coming back to bite her in the ass. In her defence, she didn’t foresee herself dodging mini explosives when she ate as much as she did.
The ambush only lasted around two minutes before Jermajesty’s father snapped his head in the direction of y/n’s cry for help, “Boy! Cut that out and go sit the hell down! What’s wrong with you?” The boy’s actions came to an immediate halt, knowing Jermaine's command outweighed his current amusement.
Y/n had never been more grateful for another human being in her, relatively short, life. Jermajesty let out an annoyed sigh, but ultimately retreated. As relieved as she was, the damage was already done, nausea had already begun sweeping over the girl. Her stomach churned, and with the swiftness of a fawn, y/n stumbled toward a trashcan. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side today, she made it about three steps forward before emptying the contents of her stomach onto the pavement.
Sounds of shock, displeasure, and pity ring throughout the backyard. Embarrassment and shame wrap her up into the world's most uncomfortable blanket as she continues to heave. She was sure now. She hates this fucker.
Janet, who y/n has considered her godsend ever since the time with the gum, jumps on the situation like a commander, “Jermaine! Go get the baking soda from the kitchen. Randy, get the poor girl a new towel please.”
They don't move, still baffled at what just took place. The woman lets out a tired sigh, and her voice raises a few decibels, “Now! Please!” Janet then turns her attention to poor y/n, who is now reduced to dry heaving over the concrete. “Honey, I’m so sorry. You’ll be alright, okay?”
Humiliation morphs into anger, and the disgruntled eight year old, nods absentmindedly. She isn’t really paying much attention to the reassurance though, too busy trying to get her body to understand that she can’t possibly throw her skeleton up too. All she can do in this moment is think of all the ways she could permanently remove that pest.
While brooding, a grating sound falls on her ears. That demon is laughing. Not just a chuckle, no no, he is doubled over, in almost the same position as her, wheezing. Jermajesty smacks his older brother’s arm, who also seems to find the girl’s misfortune entertaining.
Y/n rises slowly, eyes shooting daggers in their direction. As intimidating as she wants to look, the evidence of her misfortune laying at her feet, and a little remaining on her lips just made the girl appear pitiful. That only garnered harder laughs from the two bozos across the yard.
She opens her mouth, but it quickly closes as the reality sets in, she had effectively been made a fool of. Sure she could’ve expected this from Jermajesty, but seeing jaafar cackle alongside that fool really twisted the knife. Janet tells her to pay them no mind and ushers her off into the house to get cleaned up. Defeated yet again, y/n retreated with her head hung low, and tail tucked.
This terribly embarrassing day, marked a pivotal moment, one where y/n decides she was done playing nice with Jermajesty.
[Winter: December 20th, 2015. Codename: Cancel Christmas]
Ah yes, the holly-jolly season. Hot-coca, stockings over the fireplace, and of course, incessantly violent bickering with Jermajesty. It always starts small with him. A disagreement about where candy canes should go, or who would be responsible for cleaning up the discarded tinsel. But alas, the hormones that accompany adolescence make these seemingly small problems, very big problems.
Y/n was irritable. Very, very irritable. As she developed through the years, so did her issues with her incredibly annoying counterpart. It didn’t help that her body (and brain) began to change at a speed she did not agree with.
Curves filling out, making everything in her closet look like a poor choice, a newfound hatred for her reproductive system, acne that showed her what true stubbornness looked like, having to navigate the terrors of high school, and feelings she did not enjoy having. Since when is that vermin attractive? Y/n didn’t have an answer, and that pissed her off more.
Her irritation reaches new heights as her family heads toward the Jackson’s home. She felt in her bones that today was not going to be a good day. Y/n still hadn’t forgiven him for the shit he pulled on the fourth way back when. The only upside to her, was that she had forgiven his older brother, and was looking forward to stealing glances at him through the night.
Things were calm when she arrived. Stepping out of the car and making her way to the door, y/n thought about civility, and just how long it would last. The answer? Not very.
Jermajesty started it, he always starts it. A pointed comment about how y/n was drooling over Jaafar, while she worked on hanging the ornament she made in art class, a yearly tradition for her. His jab earns a few chuckles…and a sound that could only be described as disgust from the older of the two boys. Y/n was sure she would implode. She snapped her head in his direction with a grimace, “Shut up, no I’m not!” (She absolutely was)
Jermajesty scoffs, “Suree, what else are you gonna lie about?” He asked with a smug look gracing his features. The girl leans into her teenage rage, “I lie about liking you all the time, can’t you tell?” The boy’s face falls flat, “You think I like you? I tolerate you because my family insists on bringing you around.”
Y/n lets out a dry laugh, “I wish they didn’t, I can’t stand you. You have got to be one of the most infuriating people on the planet, not to mention, you’re a certified idiot. I hate that we even breathe the same air, so don’t worry about having to like me, Jermajesty.”
A beat of silence passes before the insults begin flying. He calls her stupid, she calls him ugly, he hits her with a ‘pizza face’ comment, and she delivers a devastating blow about how his ‘girlfriend’ has three other boyfriends.
In that moment, Jermajesty all but lost what little sense he did have, “You can’t talk! Didn’t the entire football team bend you over two weeks ago?”
Poor, poor y/n, she’s yet to figure out that in a battle of who can go lower, Jermajesty will always have her beat. It was an outright lie, one that caught the attention of everyone in the room.
“You two, ENOUGH!” Y/n’s father booms, he then shifts his gaze toward his daughter. Y/n immediately tries to save her ass, “Dad, he’s lying! I swear, I’ve never even–” she stops speaking when the older man raises his hand. “We will talk about this at home, grab your things, now.”
Begrudgingly, she follows directions, making sure to grab her charger, phone, and the ornament, All while Jermaine profusely apologizes to her father for his son’s behavior.
She throws one more glance in Jermajesty’s direction, fully expecting to see the same smirk that always rests on his face when he lands her in hot water. Instead, y/n finds something akin to remorse. Jermajesty opens his mouth, but quickly shuts it when she sticks one finger in the air. He rolls his eyes and returns the gesture with a mock smile.and leaves the home with her head held high
Attraction be damned, the long conversation she is going to be forced to endure in her family's living room snuffed out whatever she was feeling for that insolent brat.
For the first time in fourteen years, y/n hadn’t left the Jackson estate in tears. She did, however, leave with a bit of clarity.
Here marks the day y/n realized battling Jermajesty was always going to be a losing game.
[Fall: November 25th, 2021. Codename: Older Brothers]
It had been approximately a year and a half since y/n last saw the jacksons in person. With covid, and the lockdown put in place because of it, she hasn’t really seen much of anybody. During this time,y/n had grown into what some would describe as a walking wet dream, intentionally, of course. Body to die for, skin as clear as glass, and a charm that was hard to resist. She wasn’t naive to this either, nuh-uh, y/n knows she’s a bad bitch, and she plans to use that to her advantage.
Jaafar has become a new point of interest. At twenty, y/n knows exactly what her type is, and he checks every last box. She had already formulated a gameplan for this year's thanksgiving dinner. Hair styled to perfection, a manicure that cost a fortune, some little black dress that showed off every asset she’d gained, three spritzes of a very expensive perfume, and the sexiest pair of heels she could find.
When she crosses under the threshold into the home she had grown to miss, she hears a few gasps, and a devious smile forms on her face. This is good, very good. She greets the family one-by-one with a hug, making small conversation with some. Most of the attendees comment on how good she looks, shocked to see the new version of the young woman before them. She giggles, and thanks them, moving through the room with an effortless grace.
When her eyes land on her target, who is already gawking at her, her smile grows large enough to show a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Y/n has every intention of fucking Jaafar. However, in her lust driven pursuit, she forgot to account for her biggest obstacle. Jer-fucking-majesty, who seems to be making it his personal mission to deter her from her goal. Before she can get her arms wrapped around Jaafar, the nuisance before her slides in between them, disrupting the exchange of greetings. Her arms drop and frustration cascades across her face.
“Y/n, it’s been a while.” He states, looking down at her. She can’t help the way her eyes find the back of her head. “Yes, it has Jermajesty. As is to be expected when a pandemic occurs.” He chuckles, “Well, you look good. Real good.” That comment nearly short-circuts her brain. Did her arch-nemesis just compliment her? She waits for the punchline, the cruel follow-up that always comes with a statement like that from him.
When it doesn’t, and she realizes he’s serious, she steps back a bit. “I–, thank…you.” She says slow, still skeptical. He nods once, but refuses to move. Y/n grows impatient, “Excuse me, I was in the middle of greeting Jaafar.” She mumbles. Jermajesty’s brows furrow, “Everybody else got a hug, I can’t?” She folds her lips together, unsure of how to navigate this new territory. She settles on a quick side-hug. “There, now can you move?”
He kisses his teeth, and steps to the side. He watches how the girl he spent so much time driving up a wall practically melts into his brother’s arms. He notices how far you went to get Jaafar to notice. He notices how his brother inhales deeply, how his hands slide dangerously low on y/n’s waistline, how you didn’t correct his brother’s grip, and most importantly, he can’t help but notice that all he got was a fucking side-hug.
Why does he even care? It’s not like you mean anything to him, right. Wrong, very wrong. Jermajesty is pissed. He’s spent so much time making you look unappealing, publicly commenting on every imperfection, spreading rumors to keep everyone away, intentionally ruining dates and relationships, oh and most notably, since December of ‘15, convincing his brother that he should want nothing to do with you. All in the name of love of course, you didn’t know that. You didn’t need to know that. He made sure that the girl he’s been infatuated with since the age of four, didn’t have a clue about the strings he pulled in the background.
Jermajesty knew what he was about to do was wrong, but in his beautifully twisted mind, it would be justified. While the girl, his girl, revels in the affection she’s receiving from his older brother, he grabs a cup resting on the dinner table. She was so blissfully unaware, cute.
The chilled champagne runs down y/n’s back, and serves as a stark reminder to never trust the man standing right behind her. She whips around so fast she nearly falls. With vitriol running through her veins, yet again, she slaps Jermajesty so hard her hand stings. His head is turned, and his hand comes up to his cheek, “What. The. Fuck, is your problem? Huh? Do you ever stop? I mean seriously, I can’t fucking st–” He wears a smile and nods as she rants on and on about how she hates him and can’t stand him, and wishes they never met.
Jermajesty lets her go on for another minute or two before he grabs her wrist and drags her through the house and out the door. Despite her best effort, his grip is firm,she can’t do much but stumble behind him, and let the expletives fall from her lips in protest.
Once the cool air wraps around them, Jermajesty spins to face her, still holding on. He leans in close, whatever y/n had planned to say next evaporated from her mind. His eyes are dark, and his face is devoid of any amusement. It quickly registers in the young lady’s mind that Jermajesty means business. She remains silent, real intimidation settles over her as she waits for him to say something.
Jermajesty then moves his lips to her ear, “If you ever pull that shit again, I’ll show you how cruel I can really be. Stay away from Jaafar, last warning.” Y/n stood there frozen, jermajesty releases his grip on the girl, walking past her, and heading back toward the house. She was utterly baffled, and admittedly pissed because, who was he to tell her who she could and couldn’t interact with. Still,even with the cold champagne that has now ruined her dress, y/n couldn’t ignore the warmth that settled deep in her belly. As she stood there processing, she came to a conclusion.
This year's Thanksgiving marks the day that the girl, who entered a feud with humanity's biggest terror all those years ago, realizes the attraction she thought she snuffed out wasn’t dead. Just buried.
[Summer: July 25th 2026. Codename: Quit Playin’ With Me]
Admittedly, you knew what you were doing. Jermajesty hadn’t made much of a move since Thanksgiving, five fucking years ago. Yeah the fights had morphed into an aggressive sort of flirting, that began to serve more as foreplay. And sure, everytime you showed interest in another man Jermajesty had more than enough to say about it, but aside from that, you hadn’t made much progress. So, you figured he needed a little push. What better place to make that happen than at Jaafar’s birthday party?
In all honesty, you wanted to know if Jermajesty would make good on his promise. It was a fifty-fifty gamble with him though, you were either going to leave very satisfied, or teary-eyed, or both. Still, it was a risk you were more than willing to take at this point.
You waltz into the familiar backyard, body clad in a swimsuit that was essentially string, smelling good, and looking better. This time though, it wasn’t for anyone’s attention but his. You made a bee-line for Jaafar, greeting as many as you could in the process. When you reached him, a smile spread across his face. He sat there, on a pool chair, in all his glory, in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, and sunglasses. “Look at you, when’d you get so fine mama?” Though you weren’t here for him, it didn’t hurt to receive a compliment or two from Jaafar.
You cracked a grin, “Been that, baby.” He chuckled, and opened his arms up for you. The scenario felt familiar, except this time, when you leaned in, there was no Jermajesty. Jaafar wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you down into his lap with a quickness that startled you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and spoke, soft and gentle, “So, how you been? Haven’t had time to catch up since we first started filming.”
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your body, “Been fine, same-old, same-old. Heard the movies doing well, hot-shot. As it should, by the way, you did amazing. Your uncle would be proud.” Jaafar gives your waist a small squeeze, “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you, y/n.” You opened your mouth to assure that it’s the truth, but before you can, a shadow is cast over you. A shiver runs down your spine, and you sit up a little straighter.
His appearance matches his brother’s, except for the sunglasses, he wants to make sure you look him in the eye. His voice is chillingly calm, as he glares down at you, “Get up.” You shift a little on Jaafar’s lap. The older brother speaks first, “She doesn’t have to move, if you don’t like it go inside, or away.” Jermajesty doesn’t spare so much as a sideways glance toward Jaafar, eyes still trained on yours with a hard stare, “You have two fucking seconds to get the fuck off his lap.”
With that, your brain finally catches up, and you stand embarrassingly fast. Jermajesty doesn’t miss a beat, and begins walking toward the entrance of the home “Bring your ass in the house, now.” You throw Jaafar an apologetic glance, and quickly trail his brother. Jermajesty moves through the house with an aura of danger surrounding him. If you weren’t so giddy, you might’ve been a little scared for what was to come.
When you reach his bedroom door, he holds it open for you, looking at you expectantly. Slowly, you walk in, stopping just inside the door, unsure of what to do next. He slips in behind you, the door shuts. You turn your head to see his hand resting on the handle. He takes a deep breath,
“Before I do, what I’m about to do, you need to let me know if you want this as bad as I do.” He says, tone measured, controlled, just as chilling as it was before. You nod twice, and he shakes his head, “Words. Y/n. Use them.” You let out a shaky breath, “Yes, I want–”
The rest of the sentence dies on your tongue as a hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to make a point, but not enough to cause any harm. Your back meets the door behind you, and a gasp attempts to leave your body. Jermajesty catches your lips in a searing, possessive kiss, all teeth, and tongue with little room left to breathe. You all but melt right there, he breaks the kiss, leaving a string of spit connecting the two of you, and a pout forms on your lips.
“You just don’t listen, do you baby? Hm?” You looked up at Jermajesty, pupils blown. His hand, serving as the prettiest necklace you’ve ever owned, shifts into a firm grip under your jaw, he leans in, lips brushing your ear. The already damp spot formed on the fabric nestled between your legs starts to grow, “You just had to keep pushing. I told you what would happen, and look, you did it anyway, didn’t you?”
You try to nod, but he holds you steady, “Come on, baby. Answer me,” When you open your mouth, he shifts his hand down, squeezing once more. A garbled sound is all you manage to get out, “Mm, there you go again. Not listening,” Jermajesty shakes his head as he tuts with a wicked smile. He loosens his grip just a bit. Soft kisses begin at the back of your ear, and make their way down to a spot on your neck that pulls a soft whine from your lips. A deep chuckle leaves the man towering over you, “That’s right, pretty girl. Keep making those sweet sounds for me, yeah?”
The hand around your throat slips further down, fingers ghosting over the hardened buds beneath your swim-top. Gently, he toys with the thin fabric before his fingers move swiftly to undo the ties on your neck and back. The top falls and you stand there now, bare chested, dripping with excitement. With a deep inhale, Jermajesty begins to kiss down your sternum, cupping both breasts with his large hands. Slowly, he takes the left bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, just enough to tease, while he rolls the right between his index and thumb.
A sultry sound leaves your mouth, one that sounds like music to his ears. Jermajesty groans, and with a ‘pop’, removes himself from your chest. With his voice barely above a whisper, he makes you one more promise. “I’m gon’ show you who the fuck you belong to tonight.” The ruined bottoms do very little to hide just how badly you want that. His right hand glides down the length of your body, stopping just shy of the waistband.
Jermajesty searches your eyes for hesitancy one last time, when he doesn't find it, his fingers dip below the last barrier between the two of you. He swipes a finger up your slit, making you shudder, “So fucking wet,” he whispers, undoubtedly to himself. The pads of his fingers are rough, calloused, and add a delicious friction as his thumb finds your little bundle of nerves.
As he works it in painfully slow, steady circles, two fingers enter you, and a pornographic moan leaves your mouth, “Baby please,” you beg, as he continues to tease, pumping them slowly. He chuckles, “Oh? m’baby now? I thought I was a piece of shit you couldn’t stand.” The huff you let out tells him he has you right where he wants you. He curls his fingers and just brushes past that spongy spot, your frustrated whine rings out in the air. Jermajesty laughs softly, “This not enough for you baby?Didn't know you were so greedy.”
Annoyance began to seep into your bones. If he wanted to play so bad, then fine, “You’re taking too long, I can always ask Jaafar to handle this, you know?”
Jermajesty freezes, not long before he rips his hand away from your pussy, rises to his full height and grabs you by your waist. You let out a surprised squeak, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso as he hoists you up, and walks you toward the bed. He isn’t gentle as he tosses you onto it. Your body comes off of the mattress in a small bounce. Your eyes rake over the man standing above the bed, the tent in his trunks makes your eyes widen. Good, he wants you to watch. Jermajesty makes quick work of the shorts, tossing them off in some corner of his room.
Good god, you knew he was big, but you were severely under prepared. Your best guess is roughly eight and a half inches. He’s neatly trimmed, there’s a small patch of hair at the base. The tip is a deep mauve, the shaft is a shade darker than the rest of him with a pronounced vein running all the way down, and just below rest two round heavy balls.
He wastes no time getting your bottoms off next, practically ripping the dainty little thing off of you. He tosses them, and looks back at your dripping core. Again, two of his fingers find a home deep in your pussy, only this time, Jermajesty isn’t so nice about it. He sets a brutal, unforgiving pace that has you arching your back. He leans up, “Open your mouth.” You obey, already dizzy from the pleasure. His spit hits the back of your throat, and you swallow, “That’s it,” he picks up the pace, your hand shoots out to clutch his forearm in an attempt to slow him down and quell the fire quickly spreading through your body. “Move your hand,” he murmurs, while bullying your g-spot with precision. The sounds of your sopping pussy bounce off the walls, as he pushes you closer to release. “Please, Please, Jer…Please!”
You aren’t even sure what it is that you’re asking for, he has you dazed, drunk off the feel of him, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. A cry leaves your lips, and you grip his arm tighter, “He can’t make you beg like this, pretty girl.” Tears form in your eyes as you just about tip over the edge, “Jer— oh fuck, Maj… gonna– cum!” Again, his fingers leave your core. The sudden denial leaves you frustrated beyond belief, a wail rips from your chest.
“What the fuck–”,
Jermajesty cuts you off, flipping you over onto all fours, and pressing you into a sinful arch. “Shut the fuck up.” He teases you some more, running his tip along your slit, and tapping your clit a few times. “You wanna cum? Tell me who this shit belongs to.”you arch a little deeper, “Mm, if I say Jaafar, how hard will you fuck me?”
That does it. In one swift movement, Jermajesty starts to fill you. The stretch stings so good, you both moan at the sensation. He gives a few shallow thrusts before his resolve snaps, and he bottoms out with a low groan. The tip of his fat dick kisses your cervix just right, it takes everything in you not to collapse. When he pulls back out, you hiss, the sensation feels addictive. He drives back into you, and begins to fuck you like a man starved. The pace he sets is punishing, you can’t do much but cry out, gripping the sheets as the same heat from before begins to pool in your belly. Jermajesty drills into that spongy spot over and over, the pleasure overwhelms you, your jolts forward involuntary. At the sight, his sweat covered brow furrows, he grips your waist with both hands, pulling you back onto him. A heavy hand cracks down on your ass twice,
“Don’t you dare fucking run. Take this shit, baby– fuck! Take. It.” Your eyes hit the back of your head, fisting the sheets so hard you were sure they’d rip, as he slams into you fervently.
The sound of skin clapping echoes in the room, his headboard hits the wall, matching his tempo. Jermasty lets out a moan that goes straight to your core.
“Shit—, best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had.” As his hips continue to slam into yours, your drool covers his pillow. With your brain turned to mush, you finally give in, “It’s yours, Jermajesty— Fuck it’s yours!” You scream out. Though you can't see it, a toothy smile forms on your lover's face. While still inside you, he rolls over onto your side, “Say it again, baby, louder,” you do as he says, nearly screaming as he delivers steady, mean, strokes into your wet hole. “That’s right, this my pussy,” he says, bringing one of your legs over his hip. His hand found your clit once more, rubbing fast tight circles into the swollen nub.
As you approach ecstasy, the door slams open. Jaafar, stands there with a baffled expression.
“What the hell–”
You startle, brought out of your pleasure induced state by the sudden intrusion. Jermajesty doesn't stop his ministrations for a single second. Instead, his hand leaves your bundle of nerves and grips your jaw, making you face him.
“Cum on this dick and show him who you belong to, baby.” He brings his hand back down to your clit, doubling down. He fucks you harder, thrusts faster than before leave your head reeling even more than it already has been. Jermajesty draws new patterns on your clit, it takes you ten seconds to realize he’s spelling out his name. A foreign sensation racks through your body, “Jer, wait– I think I’m gonna pee! Slow– Fuck…Slow down!” He spells faster, bullies that spot just a few more times, licks the shell of your ear, and whispers, “Let me have it baby, prove to me that you’re mine.” Your eyes roll back, mouth forming into a perfect ‘O’ shape, before your release cascades down your thighs, and his, onto the bed.
He hears the door click shut, his brother curses his way back up the hall. Jermasty bites back a grin, knowing he's proved his point.
He pumps into you a few more times, now chasing his own release. “Did so good. You Did. So. Fucking. Good. Pretty. Girl.” His words are accentuated by a few more deep thrusts. Your brain has turned off for the night, and with you quickly approching overstimulation, the only thing you can offer the man who is balls deep, rearranging your guts are soft, nearly pathetic whimpers.
One last thrust has him cumming with a shout of your name. His hold on you tightening, as you milk him for everything he’s got. He holds his seed deep as his body rides out the after-shocks.
When you two finally come down, he sits you up gently. Breathing labored, and very clearly blissed out, you look at him in your daze, “That was...so fucking good, Jer,” He nods in agreement, wondering how you were still functioning. “ –I can’t help but wonder though, what made you so…possessive? You never liked me before, what changed?” Jermajesty flashed a smile and chuckled while still trying to catch his breath, “Y/n, baby. I’ve been in love with you since I clocked you in the head with that block. Pardon me if I seem 'possessive', had to prove you were mine though.”
You weren’t sure what answer you expected, but you knew it wasn't that. Though, when you think back, you can’t help but feel that you let him slide with the shit he’s pulled through the years for that very same reason.
“Hm, well I think I love you too, Jer. I would love to dwell on it, but I’m tired, sweaty, and I think we just permanently scarred your brother.” You rambled on.
The man rolled his eyes, “We can talk in the morning, ans Jaafar’ll be fine. We can shower together, and sleep after.” You couldn’t help yourself, “How well does ‘apology pussy’ go over with your brother?” Jermajesty’s face fell flat, and you cackled like a hyena.
“Y/n, quit fucking playin’ with me.” Your laughs died down to a hum, “Okay, okay. You're sleeping on the side with the wet spot though!” Jermajesty kissed his teeth playfully, it was worth it.
Can you pls write something about jermajesty Jackson!💕
suck it up ❥ jermajesty jackson
PAIRING: jermajesty jackson x player!black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by “Suck It Up” by Monaleo + this edit + this edit as well + in which Jermajesty is one of the men on your roster that you see from time to time to either hang out with or get your rocks off. however, when one of Jermajesty’s exes suddenly reappears in his life to try and get him back by exposing your relationship with him and by dragging your name through the mud, you make it your mission to give her a piece of your mind — and to give Jermajesty a piece of something else just to piss her off further. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE #1: also inspired by “Big Ole Freak” by Megan Thee Stallion (“nobody know, i fuck with him on the low. we never show up together, but i text him when i’m ready to go.”) ✨
AUTHOR’S NOTE #2: can you tell i had a lot of fun writing this? 🤭 LMAOOOOO enjoy!! 💐
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“these bitches be peasants, just address as me as your majesty.” + “you sure that’s your nigga? ‘cause i really can’t tell. not by the way he be calling my cell.” + “and stop calling that nigga phone while we together. he busy, bitch.”
you were never a monogamous type of woman. maybe during your teen years, but as you grew older, you thought the idea of committing to just one man was essentially useless. why let one man lock you down when you could go have fun with as many as you wanted?
that’s exactly how you’ve been spending your time lately — with a phone full of various sexy and incredibly easy men who would drop everything the second you wanted something, no matter what it was that you wanted from them. you were gorgeous in the face, a 10 in your physique, and your sex game was top tier, so who wouldn’t want to run to you as soon as you called?
you’d always tell yourself not to pick favorites in your roster and just continue to use them freely without showing one more attention than the others… but after you met Jermajesty, all of that flew out of the window quicker than you initially wanted it to.
you didn’t get attached to him, nor did you drop the rest of your hoes for him, but you did start to ignore them a bit more than usual and pick Jermajesty over them. it wasn’t intentional at all, but after the first time you slept with him, you started craving him more than you’d usually crave other men on your roster, which honestly freaked you out a little because it had never happened to you before.
you didn’t want to end up catching feelings for him and you didn’t want him catching feelings for you because you knew exactly how that would go, especially since you’ve had to cut off a few of your old hoes in the past for catching feelings. Jermajesty knew what kind of woman you were when he met you, so you hoped he wasn’t the type to try and change who you were — mainly because it wouldn’t work.
things between you, Jermajesty, and your other hoes had been going smoothly lately until… well, until his weird ass ex decided that she wanted him back and completely exposed your relationship with him on her Instagram story today while also simultaneously putting you on blast, causing the blogs to be all over your asses.
it was obvious she either stalked you or had someone else stalk you for her because the photo she shared of you two with her defamation post was from two weeks ago — the first and last time you and Jermajesty went in public together. it was a photo of the two of you hand-in-hand walking into a movie theater together, your faces as visible as day with identical grins.
unfortunately, that was the moment shit started to go downhill. your phone blew up the moment you were posted on blogs holding another man’s hand, your other hoes and your friends texting you all at once to talk about the controversy happening and understand what the hell was happening.
you were struggling to reply to everybody’s overwhelming spew of messages while also plotting to get on Jermajesty’s ex for telling your business, but the moment some of the men on your roster cut you off because of the fake news, it sent you on an incredibly disrespectful rant on your Instagram live in retaliation to her lies earlier today — specifically, an hour ago.
“you too busy watchin’ where my pussy goin’ instead of gettin’ a fuckin’ hobby, you dumb ass bitch,” you scoffed as your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms, glaring at your propped-up phone, “i don’t give a fuck who y’all seen me with and where you saw me with ‘em, i’m single as hell. fuck what the blogs say and fuck whatever she say, she don’t even know me like that!”
“she got all this disrespectful ass shit to say about me just because i’m fuckin’ on her ex— he is not your damn boyfriend!” you exclaimed as your face slightly scrunched up and you laughed bitterly, “shit, as far as i’m concerned, whatever problem you have is with him, not me!”
“then this ho had the nerve to try and call me ‘miss community pussy’… ooh, i swear i almost told her somethin’. bitch, i’m young and real sexy, i can have a roster if i want to, the fuck?” you scoffed lightly as your eyes briefly scanned the comments in your live and you watched the viewer count continue to skyrocket, “talkin’ all kinds of shit about my pussy, but your ex love to bury his face in my shit on a daily basis, so what’s really tea? it’s givinggg that you mad ‘cause your pussy don’t pop like mine, boo.”
“oh!— and another thing! stop fuckin’ sneakin’ pictures of me when i’m out in public, you creepy ass ho, because i can be outside with whoever the fuck i damn well please! shit, i could be with your baby daddy tomorrow night if you got one!” you exclaimed with a snort of amusement as you rested your hands on your hips, “don’t let this social media shit gas your head up and get your ass beat ‘cause i don’t play these types of games with nobody.”
“somebody just commented ‘idk sis, that whole post felt like some cockblocking shit’— because it literally was, bro, i’m tellin’ y’all! this bitch literally made almost all of my other niggas cut me off with this bullshit!” you exclaimed with a dry laugh as you slightly flailed your arms, “like, why are you so worried about me and what i do in my private time?! and why the hell are you so worried about what your ex got goin’ on and who they fuckin’ on now?! y’all, i really don’t think this weird bitch got a job or some shit ‘cause it’s gettin’ real spooky out here…”
before you could continue giving his ex a big piece of your mind that would ultimately end up with your Instagram being either taken down or restricted, you ended up getting a FaceTime from Jermajesty mid-live, which you quickly accepted and ended your live without saying anything else. the minute the call connected, Jermajesty popped up with a slight clench in his jaw and his eyes slightly darker than usual, his expression giving away his feelings of frustration.
the call was shorter than your usual FaceTimes, but the last thing Jermajesty said to you was “don’t post or say nothin’ else to her ass. i’ma be at your house in an hour.” before the call abruptly ended and left you standing in your home in deafening silence.
you were a bit amused by the angry change in his demeanor, honestly finding it sexy that his ex badmouthing you had completely thrown off his mood and made him want to defend your honor, even if the two of you weren’t together.
it didn’t make you any less frustrated though because all of the drama his ex caused over that photo made your roster drop from high to low in the short span of just two hours, only three of them — including Jermajesty — remaining by your side through the ongoing conflict.
luckily for you, that hour you spent alone and off of social media flew by quicker than you expected it to because it led to where you are now: getting up from the couch to answer the front door.
unlocking and pulling the door open, you rested your other hand on your hip as you looked up at Jermajesty, his eyes back to their soft brown the moment he looked at you yet that slight clench in his jaw still remained.
“so what took you an hour to come over here, J?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, your eyes following his movements while you shut and locked the door behind him.
“had to take care of business, mama,” Jermajesty answered casually as he walked towards the living room and you followed behind him, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth from the term of endearment, “made some calls and got all that shit took down.”
your eyebrows almost immediately furrowed and a look of confusion crossed your face as the two of you took a seat on your couch and leaned back into the cushions, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him while his hand splayed across your side.
“you bein’ real vague right now and you know i hate that shit,” you huffed as you instinctively leaned into his touch and turned your head to properly face him, your eyes searching his expression, “c’mon, ‘Majesty, spit it out.”
“i called my ex and made her delete all that shit she posted about us. then i made her get in touch with all them blogs that reposted her stuff and made ‘em delete it, too.” Jermajesty explained, a hint of pride in his voice, as both of your eyebrows slightly raised in pleasant surprise and you grinned widely, earning a soft chuckle from him.
“oooh, you handlin’ business like that?” you teased as your grin smoothly converted into a smirk and you playfully rested your hand against the center of his chest, “okay, big daddy, i see you.”
Jermajesty laughed and lightly shook his head, his curls gently shifting with his movement, as your smirk slightly widened and you slowly caressed his chest with your palm, the motion suggestive yet you played it off as casual.
“stop playin’ with me like i’d let somebody talk shit about you and get away with it,” Jermajesty chuckled softly as he glanced down at your hand and smirked a little before gently grabbing your wrist and bringing your hand up to his mouth to press kisses against each of your knuckles, “you rubbin’ my chest like you want somethin’, mama.”
“maybe i wanna piss your ex off some more,” you smirked, your voice shifting into a tempting tone, as you watched him kiss your knuckles before shifting your hand in his grasp, cupping his chin in your hand and resting your thumb against his cheek, “give her weird ass more reasons not to like me.”
Jermajesty grinned at the sound of your words, though you could tell that he was on the same page as you by the glint in his pretty brown eyes, and his other hand slightly tightened on your side before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands moving to rest against his shoulders while you shifted your hips to properly straddle him.
“and maybe i wanna piss your other niggas off,” Jermajesty murmured as he gripped your hips and held them securely before leaning forward and pressing kisses along your jawline, “tired of havin’ to share you anyway.”
“sounds like a personal problem to me… damn near all my other niggas cut me off over all this shit anyway,” you chuckled softly as you cradled the back of Jermajesty’s head and let out a faint hum, leaning into his kisses, “you bad for business, J.”
“mm, sounds like a personal problem to me, mama,” Jermajesty muttered against you, using your own words against you, as his thumbs rubbed small circles against your hips, “just means i get more of you to myself. and speaking of problems… i was on your live earlier before i called you.”
“you were?” you asked in amusement, your smile slightly widening, as Jermajesty hummed lowly and gently squeezed your hips in response, earning a soft snort from you, “what’d you think about my rant, boo?”
“i think,” Jermajesty deliberately paused and lowered his head into the crook of your neck as he left open-mouthed kisses against your melanated skin and used one of his hands to grip your chin and slightly tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to him while his other hand splayed across your back, “it was real sexy hearin’ you tell everybody about how i ‘love to bury my face’ in that pussy.”
“oh, you got flashbacks from that, huh?” you teased, your voice suddenly softer than before, as Jermajesty smirked a little at the change in your tone and latched around a particularly sensitive part of your neck, gently sucking at it and coaxing a soft moan from you.
“somethin’ like that.” Jermajesty mumbled, softly nipping at your skin, as you inhaled sharply through your nose and slightly nudged his shoulder with your other hand, silently reminding him of your “no hickeys” rule that he was clearly breaking by biting and sucking on you.
“Jermajesty,” his name left your mouth in a breathy warning tone, trying your hardest to sound firm as if he wasn’t practically making out with a sensitive part of your neck, “no hickeys, boy. i told you that from the beginning.”
smirking, Jermajesty slowly pulled away from your neck and raised his head as he looked up at you, his eyes lingering on your lips before flickering up to meet your gaze.
“well, since everybody already thinks we together… might as well claim what’s mine,” Jermajesty taunted playfully as he let go of your chin and wrapped his hand around your neck, his thumb rubbing the faint markings on the side of your neck, “they look good on you, too. might give you some more later on.”
“i swear i’m gon’ hurt you.” you huffed softly, though a small grin crept onto your face, as Jermajesty grinned back at you and you leaned down to him, cupping his jaw in one of your hands before attaching your lips to his.
“i might like it… your threats sounds sexy.”
your back arched up off of the couch and a loud cry of bliss fell from your mouth as your orgasm rocketed through you and onto Jermajesty’s face, his hands firmly gripping your thighs to keep them pulled open while he continued hungrily lapping at your pussy. your fingers wiggled through his curls and a broken whimper fell from your lips as he ate you through your climax, helping the orgasmic shocks subside while you panted heavily underneath him.
“fuck,” you exhaled deeply, your body slowly coming down from its orgasm-induced high, as Jermajesty placed one final kiss against your clit before pulling his head back and looking up at you, a slight smirk on his face while he ran his tongue over his lips, “maybe i needa’ brag about you givin’ me head more often.”
“your other niggas gon’ be mad at you if you do,” Jermajesty smirked, slightly raising his eyebrows, as he let go of your thighs and moved up your body, hovering over you for a moment before leaning down to softly peck your lips, “thought that was somethin’ you wanted to avoid, mama?”
“they already mad now, so it’ll be alright,” you snorted softly, looking up at him, as you leaned up to him and pecked his lips twice in return before lowering your hands to the waistband of his pants, “take these off, baby.”
“take ‘em off for me since you wanna be bossy.” Jermajesty jokingly demanded, earning a soft laugh from you, as he leaned down to you again and kissed you deeply, your lips curling into a small grin against his while you returned the kiss.
as the two of you kissed, your hands worked on undressing his lower half, his hips shifting to help you out until he was completely bare just like you. easing his body on top of yours, his hips naturally slotted between your thighs and his erection pressed against your core, causing you to moan softly into the kiss while his hands returned to your thighs and gripped them to spread you further open.
Jermajesty slowly rolled his hips against your pussy once, allowing you to feel just how hard and girthy he was, and you whimpered quietly at the feeling as your hands cradled the back of his head and the two of you deepened the kiss simultaneously, both of you eager to feel each other closer than you already were.
however, before you could continue any further, the sound of a phone ringing struck through the heated silence in the room and the two of you groaned in unison before pulling away from the kiss and turning your heads towards the coffee table where both of your phones were.
“whose damn phone is that?” you huffed, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows, as your hands moved down to his forearms and you watched him slightly lean over to the coffee table to look between both of your phones — and by the look on his face, you already had your answer before he even said anything.
“it’s mine,” Jermajesty chuckled, grabbing his phone, as he leaned back into his original position and turned his phone around to show the screen, revealing an unsaved number and the ‘Answer’ or ‘Decline’ buttons underneath the digits, “guess who it is.”
“she can’t take a hint or some shit?” you scoffed, the furrow between your brows slightly deepening, as your eyes flickered between the phone and Jermajesty’s face, “block her or somethin’. she annoyin’ the fuck outta’ me.”
“nah. i know exactly what i’ma do,” Jermajesty’s lips curled up into a smirk — it wasn’t his usual smirk and that alone should’ve alerted you — and he flipped his phone around back to him as he looked at it for a moment before looking down at you, “you trust me?”
you slightly narrowed your eyes at him and searched his face, as if trying to gauge what his intentions were and where his mind was at, “not with that look on your face, J.”
“i’m not gon’ do nothin’ bad. a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ is all i need,” Jermajesty answered simply as he slightly tilted his head and trailed his free hand up to your waist, gently squeezing it before caressing it slowly, “do you trust me?”
you looked at him silently for a moment before slowly nodding your head, a small grin pulling at the corners of your mouth, “…yeah, i trust you.”
Jermajesty’s unreadable smirk turned into a full-blown mischievous smile and before you knew it, he had both of your legs thrown over his shoulders and his phone rested near your head, your eyes slightly widening once it started to connect in your head what he was about to do.
answering the call with one hand, Jermajesty purposely put the phone on speaker and slipped his other hand between your legs, his thumb momentarily teasing your clit before his hand shifted to grab ahold of his dick and guide it to your entrance.
“hello?”
“…hey, Jermajesty. um… look, i know i’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now, but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry for everything i posted today. i was wrong for that. i was just… really hoping we could talk about getting back togeth—”
as she spoke, Jermajesty’s hips steadily pushed forward until his dick was buried to the hilt, which ultimately coaxed a long high-pitched moan from you since your legs being elevated on his shoulders put him at an advantage to dig deeper inside your walls.
he smirked proudly at the sound and slightly tightened his grip on your waist as his other hand gripped one of your thighs to keep your leg steady on his shoulder and he began thrusting into you at a quick yet deep pace, the sounds of skin-slapping filling the room and most likely echoing through the phone while he continued fucking you like you owed him something.
“ohhh, fuuuuck— nnnngh— baby!” you cried out, your head falling back against the cushions, as your back tried to arch up from the couch but Jermajesty’s grip on your waist kept you pinned down, a loud desperate whine falling from your lips while you clung to his arms, “‘M-Majestyyy!”
“mhm, that’s it, mama. take that dick. keep takin’ it like a good girl f’me,” Jermajesty leaned down to you, essentially folding you in half, and he pressed kisses against your collarbone before inching his head up to rest in the crook of your neck, gliding his tongue across your skin and pulling a whimper from your vocals, “you sound so pretty when you moanin’ for me like that, baby. love the way this pussy wettin’ me up.”
you were so far gone that you forgot that the two of you were still on the phone with Jermajesty’s ex since she had went completely silent, but he didn’t, and that’s why he was fucking you like this. he wanted her to hear everything — the way you’d moan with each rock of his hips, the way you’d cry out his name when he went too deep, the sounds of your bodies repeatedly colliding and becoming even slicker, the filthy things he’d say to you while deep inside you, and so much more that would send that poor woman into cardiac arrest.
raising his head from the crook of your neck, Jermajesty let go of your thigh and wrapped his hand around your jaw instead as he tilted your head back down, “look at me, pretty girl.”
your eyes dazedly met his and you blinked rapidly through the pleasurable haze your mind was being shoved through as your hands left his arms and you cradled his face instead, a desperate attempt to ground yourself in the moment while he continued fucking you into the couch cushions as his ex-girlfriend listened.
“talk to me, mama. tell me how i’m makin’ you feel.”
“y-you—ngh!—you makin’ me f-feel soooo good, J!”
“yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, beautiful?”
“yes! ooh, fuuuuck— yes, babyyy!”
the moment you felt Jermajesty slightly adjust the angle of his hips and thrust a little harder was the moment you completely shattered underneath him. you gasped loudly and you’d jaw went slack as your mouth hung open and your sounds grew higher in pitch and louder in volume, your noises beginning to punctuate each of his thrusts while your eyes rolled back again and your eyebrows furrowed.
“i found that spot, didn’t i, mama?” Jermajesty smirked cockily, maintaining his angle, as your hands shot to his back and you gripped him tight, profusely nodding your head while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin, “mhm, that’s what i thought. hold onto me, baby, i got you. know i can’t let my pretty girl down.”
your head fell back for a second time and a rough sob of pleasure left your mouth as your legs locked up on his shoulders and your knees started to graze your shoulders with each of his thrusts, earning a very high-pitched whine from you while your stomach muscles began to tighten and your walls started to flutter around his dick.
“i feel you, baby, you cummin’? hm? you cummin’ on this dick f’me?” Jermajesty cooed, smirking a little, as he watched your body slightly jerk underneath his weight and took notice of the change in your vocals, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
“ughhh, yes!” you cried out, your voice wavering, as you quickly nodded your head and your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs beginning to tremble before your orgasm suddenly crashed down on you, “ohhhh, my fuuuuck— Jermajesty!”
as Jermajesty continued fucking you through your climax, both of you were unaware of the fact that his ex had hung up the phone before he asked you to tell him how you were feeling — but it’s not like either of you would’ve actually cared if you had known.
she should’ve known better than to call his phone while he was with you anyway.
Synopsis: At your anniversary, Jermajesty surprises you with a relaxing bathtub session…that turns into something more intimate than you expected
WARNINGS: PLEASURE DOM JERMAJESTY!! fingering, dirty talking, messy cunnilingus, PIV, spanking <3, chokehold again guys😮💨 little size kink? tiny bit of mocking, multiple reader orgasms, creampie, aftercare, open ending
Authors note: guys…yall need to ban jermajesty from me, idk what that man does to me, whatever sabrina said ab being wet at the thought of him
as always this is long
This content is NOT AI and it shall NOT be used to train AI, AI could never replicate this level of freaked out behavior
It had been two years since you and Jermajesty started dating, and he had quickly become the highlight of your life, people talk about “honeymoon stage” and how it wears off after a couple months of dating, but truly, every day was better than the last one with him. He was the perfect gentleman and today was no different.
You had told him previously that you didn’t want anything fancy for your anniversary, he already takes you out and spoils you every week, you could’ve spent all day in bed with him and it would’ve been perfect.
But of course in true Jackson fashion, he’ll always spoil his girl, no matter what she says, so he made a delicious dinner at home, as well as planing another surprise for you.
“Jer what are you doing?” you say as he covers your eyes
“Don’t worry about it baby it’s a surprise” he says “no peeking”
“I literally can’t” you giggle putting your hands out in an attempt to guide yourself
“And surprise” he says as he uncovers your eyes, letting you have a look at your bathtub, decorated with candles around the edges, your favorite wine on standby
“Jer” you say bringing your hand to your chest “this is gorgeous, when did you do this?” you look back at him in awe
“I have my secrets baby” he says as he hugs you from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder “Wanna loosen up the dress and get in?” he tugs on the thin strings of your dress, you chuckle
“Oh i see, you wanted to get me naked” you turn around wrapping your arms around his neck
He laughs pulling you closer against him “You acting like i don’t get that on the daily” he bites his lip “But yeah i did wanna get you naked”
You laugh, and quickly put your hair into a bun (or a pony, or a claw clip whtvr works best for your hair type <3) you take off your little red dress, your brand new heels, gifted by your boyfriend, your underwear and get in the tub
“Ohhhh it’s hot” you smile cheekily
“I know, and i put in a ton of bubbles for you” he smiles as he takes off his own clothes
“Oh you know me so well” you chuckle and put your hand on your chin as you watch him get naked “I actually love this view” you smirk
“You’re such a perv” he finally gets in the tub, quickly turning to the side table, serving you and himself a glass of wine
“Cheers honey” you say raising the glass slightly
“To us” he smiles softly
“To us” you repeat before leaning in to kiss him and take a sip of wine
The night goes by smoothly, soft music playing from the speakers, stolen kisses, talking about anything, some playful water splashing. But the candlelit setting definitely made the room a lot more intimate, you’re laying your back against Jermajesty’s chest, and as you’re closing your eyes relaxing, you can feel his hand going from around your waist, down your stomach, while his other arm wraps softly around your chest/neck.
“Jer…” you whisper
“mmm?” he hums as he leaves sloppy kisses down the back of your neck and your shoulder making you shiver, his hand now down over your pussy, his index finger rubbing against your clit, as he examines you over your shoulders
“Fuck…” you put your head on Jermajesty’s shoulder
“That’s right ma” he says as two of his fingers now enter your pussy “relax f’ me, this is about you okay?” you feel his hard dick pressing against your back “don’t worry about me, wanna make you feel so good baby”
You suddenly grab Jermajesty’s face and kiss him desperately, moaning into his lips as he fingers you with agonizing pace
“Yeah? Feel good?” he kisses you again “You’re so good to me”
“Sit on the edge baby” he says as he pulls away from your lips, biting his own bottom lip. Like on cue, the second you sat down, he’s sitting up on the tub separating your thighs, glancing at your glistening pussy like he’s hypnotized, brushing his fingers against your folds once again, making you whimper
“Ohhh” he chuckles “so sensitive f’ me girl” without wasting a second more, he takes a long lick at your pussy
“J-Jer” you gasp as your hand flies to his head tangling in his curls, he only pulls you closer by your ass eating you out like a man starved
“mhm cmon girl, give it t’ me” he says as he looks up at you while eating you out, he pulls away for a second and he’s back to fingering you, he smiles up at you breathless
“i could die buried in this pussy and i’ll be happy” he says, you chuckle breathlessly, giving him a playful slap on his cheek “stupid”
He smiles getting right back to eating you out, now also fingering you, giving you a shockwave of pleasure, making you clench around his fingers “fuck Jer i’m close”
“I know baby” he clenches his hands on your hips “give it to me i need it”
Like on cue, you cum, he drinks up all of you as you come off of your high, your body spasms against his face, you try to pull away, but he keeps his head buried in you until he’s satisfied, leaving you breathless
“Turn around ma m’ not done with you yet” he said giving your ass a quick slap as he gets up
“What about you?” you say almost concerned, looking down at his hard twitching dick, it looked like it hurt, he looks at you, taking your face on his hands pulling you for a kiss “Baby don’t you know my favorite thing in the world is putting you first?”
Your eyes soften, even in the mists of pleasure he manages to make you feel like the only woman in the world
“Now would you let me make you feel good” he softly strokes the side of your face, you nod
He kisses you again, slowly this time, he whispers into the kiss “I love you”
“I love you too” you bite your lip turning around, the air turning heavy again, he runs his hands all over your body, from your legs, to your hips, your waist, your breasts
“You gon be a good girl for me right?” you nod, he twistes your nipples on his fingers making you moan loudly “need to hear you say it baby”
“Yes Jer i’ll be good for you p-please” he smirks contently and leaves a kiss on your neck before directing you to put your hands on the edge of the tub
“You ready?” you nod looking back at him
“Fuck yeah you are” he runs the tip of his dick up and down your folds making you whimper “you stay wet and ready f’me hm?” he gives your ass a quick spank, before slamming into your cunt
“F-FU-ck” you almost scream at the sensation, even after two years, you’ve never adjusted to how big he is, but oh it feels so good, the way he fucks into you so desperately, like you’re his to fuck and ruin… you are his to fuck and ruin.
“That’s right baby” he says in between grunts “Goddamn you’re so tight” he chuckles “she’s squeezing me clean today”
You can’t even respond from how hard he’s slamming into you, you can only moan his name over and over. Suddenly, he pulls your back into his chest, his arm going around your neck, you can’t help but smile
“Oh you like that huh?”
“Like how i choke you? how i fuck you so hard you can barely speak?”
“Yes yes yes” you hold onto his hard “F-Feel you so deep Jer”
“Oh yeah?” his free arm goes to your lower stomach, where his dick bulges, he presses over it, sending a big wave of pleasure through your body, making you wetter, if that’s even possible “Feel me there?” he says mockingly “Yeah baby? Feel me so deep inside you you can barely think? such a good slut f’me”
The bathroom is a nasty scene, the way he’s speaking, the way you’re moaning, the way your bodies are slapping together, it can only be described as nasty, but that’s what makes you love it so much
“Oh my god Jer-“ you feel a knot tying in your stomach, he tightened his hold around your neck making you gasp
“Yeah mama?” he slams into you sloppily, feeling his own orgasm forming “Cmon, give it to me” he presses against your lower stomach again “I feel it baby it’s right here, i wan it please” He bites your shoulder “Give it to me”
Your body goes limp against him, thank god he’s holding you, you cum so hard you swear you can feel yourself dripping down your leg; and Jermajesty doesn’t stay behind, he groans as his seed sprouts deep inside you.
He holds you like that for just a second longer, as you guys recover he turns your face to him, kissing you as he pulls out of you and he helps you sit down.
You sit back on the edge of the tub, breathless as Jermajesty drains the water and turns on the overhead shower to hot water
“Cmon” he expends his hands out to you helping you get up “Let’s get us clean”
“But i like you all dirty and sweaty” you pout moving your hands up his arm, he raises an eyebrow “Watch it now” you giggle as he grabs the bath net, covers it in soap and starts washing your body, you sigh relaxing under the hot water
“You’re so good to me Jer”
He looked at you almost offended “Course i am, you’re my girl” a small silence “my future wife” he says taking you aback
“I’m your future wife?” you look at him searching for his eyes, as if trying to find some kind of hoax happening, but you don’t find anything other than his big glossy eyes looking back at you, as truthful as can be
“If you want to be yeah” he suddenly gets shy and chuckles as he now washes your arms
“I do want to be your wife” you say without a second thought, he hums “well that’s settled then” he says “i’ll get back to you on that promise” he finishes washing you and himself up, he helps you get out of the tub, wrapping a warm towel around your body and taking you in his arms to bed.
As you fall asleep soundly, you don’t know this, but Jermajesty had already been ring shopping for a while now, he just needed to hear you say the word. He’s picking up that ring and calling for his sister’s help first thing in the morning tomorrow.
(pt2?👀)
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EEEEKKKK i hope you like this as much as me🩷 i wanted to have an open ending for a potential part 2? maybe a little blurb? you decide
synopsis: your stupid ass baby daddy shows up unannounced and won’t stop messing with you.
ᵎ!ᵎ possessiveness ⊹ cheating ⊹ slight choking ⊹ usage of the n-word ⊹ black!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ toxic baby daddy!jermajesty
the front door swung open without so much as a knock, the sound making you jump on the couch where you were scrolling through your phone. you didn't even have to look up to know who it was. only one person walked into your house like he still paid half the mortgage.
"where jovonnie at?" jermajesty asked, his deep voice filling the small space as he kicked off his expensive sneakers by the door, lining them up neatly next to your worn-out slippers like he always did.
you finally glanced up, taking in the grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and the black tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide the fresh tattoo of your name inked across his chest. "he's in his room playing," you replied, trying to sound unbothered as you turned your attention back to your phone, thumbs flying across the screen.
jermajesty's eyes narrowed as he watched you, a frown pulling at his full lips. he crossed the living room in three long strides, dropping onto the couch beside you, the cushions dipping under his weight. "who you texting, ma?" he questioned, leaning closer to try and catch a glimpse of your screen, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a blanket you'd been trying to throw off for months.
"none of your business," you mumbled, shifting away slightly but not daring to get up and create more distance than necessary. "we're not together, remember? you don't get to ask questions like that anymore."
"always with your phone now," jermajesty observed, ignoring your comment completely as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your thigh. "used to be you couldn't go five minutes without talking to me. now you're always smiling at that screen like somebody funnier than me is on the other end."
you swatted his hand away gently. "maybe somebody is," you shot back, immediately regretting how childish it sounded.
jovonnie toddled out of his room then, a plastic dinosaur held tightly in his chubby little fist. "daddy!" he shrieked, dropping the toy and scrambling toward the couch, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him.
jermajesty's entire face transformed, the possessive tension melting away as he scooped their son into his arms, pressing noisy kisses against the toddler's cheeks. "what's up, little man?" he cooed, bouncing jovonnie on his knee. "missed you today. daddy missed you so much."
for the next hour, you watched them play on the floor, your phone buzzing periodically with messages you were trying desperately to ignore. jermajesty kept looking over at you between building block towers and making dinosaur noises, his expression unreadable whenever he caught you smiling at your screen.
when it was time for jovonnie's bedtime, you carried him to his room, jermajesty trailing behind you like a shadow. after two stories and three sippy cups of water, the toddler was finally asleep, his breathing soft and even in the dimly lit room.
back in the living room, you settled onto the couch again, reaching for your phone. you'd barely unlocked it when jermajesty snatched it from your grasp, his movements quick and deliberate.
"hey!" you protested, reaching for it, but he held it above his head, scrolling through your messages with his expression growing darker by the second.
"who the fuck is this nigga that keeps texting you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous as he finally looked at you, his eyes flashing with anger. "asking if you're home? talking about coming back over tomorrow? yo, you had this nigga around my son?"
"give me my fucking phone back, jermajesty!" you said, your voice trembling slightly as you stood up, trying to grab it from him.
he stood too, towering over you, his body radiating heat and frustration. "nah, we're gonna talk about this first," he insisted, blocking your path to the door. "you got some new dude texting you while i'm here with our son? while you're still wearing my hoodie?"
you glanced down at the grey material you'd thrown on earlier, realizing too late it was his. "it was clean," you defended weakly. "and we're not together, jermajesty. i can talk to whoever i want."
"nah, you can't," he shot back, stepping closer until you were backed against the wall, his palm pressed flat beside your head. "not when it comes to you. not when i still have your name permanently inked on my chest."
his free hand moved to your waist, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pulled you flush against him. "tell me you don't miss this, ma," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me this new nigga knows exactly how to touch you to make your knees weak."
you couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as his hand slid up your side, his thumb tracing circles against your ribs through the thin material of your shirt. when his fingers wrapped gently around your neck, your eyes fluttered shut, your body betraying your mind as you leaned into his touch.
"that's what i thought," he whispered, his lips finally claiming yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation. your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as years of history and heartbreak melted away in the heat of the moment.
somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you'd regret this tomorrow. knew you'd have to face the consequences of cheating on a man who treated you right for a man who treated you like you were his greatest possession and his biggest headache all at once.
but as jermajesty lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, his mouth never leaving yours as he carried you toward your bedroom, you couldn't bring yourself to care. some cycles were too powerful to break, some connections too strong to deny, no matter how toxic they might be.
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