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˚✧ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝐸𝐿 𝐽𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑆𝑂𝑁

📂 Michael's navigation!:

⋆.°༘⋆ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ! ⋆˚꩜｡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ!

⋆✩ 𝘑𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘑𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘠 𝘑𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘚𝘖𝘕

📂 Jermajesty's navigation!

✾⋆.˚𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀! ꩜ .ᐟ𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀!

✧ ᴊᴀᴀғᴀʀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ

📂Jaafar's navigation!

༘ ⋆｡˚ₒₙₑₛₕₒₜₛ! ☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ!

✧𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖸 𝖩𝖠𝖢𝖪𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖩𝖱

📂Randy's navigation!

✮⋆˙ₒₙₑₛₕₒₜₛ! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ₛₑᵣᵢₑₛ!

⋆.˚ ★𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨

📂 Jackson's navigation!

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ!

°❀⋆.𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴!

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

#michael jackson x reader #jermajesty jackson fanfic #jermajesty jackson x reader #jaafar jackson fluff #jaafar jackson x reader #randy jackson jr #randy jackson jr x reader #jaafar jackson #jaafar x reader #jaafar x y/n #janet jackson x black reader

hey, could you write a sibling!reader x the trio where she gets her period for the first time and the boys try their best to help her through it (they’re home alone) then later genevieve comes over and helps

First Period

Randy Jr, Jaafar, Jermajesty, and Genevive x Sibing! reader

Summary: Your brothers trying to help you on your first period but idea what they were doing, but lucky Genevieve helped you.

The house was entirely too quiet, which was the first sign of trouble. Usually, with Randy, Jaafar, and Jermajesty around, the walls were practically vibrating with noise. The boys were home alone, tasked with keeping an eye on you.

That task became more complicated when you locked yourself in the bathroom, staring down in absolute, wide eyed at your underwear. It had finally happened your first period came.

Panic setting in, you let out a shaky sob, burying your face in your hands. Outside the door, heavy footsteps approached, followed by a loud, impatient knock from Randy "Hey, you've been in there for an hour! We’re trying to start the game you okay?"

"Go away!" you squeaked, your voice cracking. Silence followed for a beat before Jaafar’s calmer voice chimed in. "She sound like shes been crying, Randy move over." He knocked gently. "Hey, what's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"

"I'm dying!" you wailed, the dramatic flare of puberty taking full financial control of your emotions. "There's blood everywhere!" Outside, a collective gasp echoed. Jermajesty rattled the doorknob. "Blood?! Did you fall? Are you bleeding out? Randy, get the first aid kit! Jaafar, call emergency!"

"No! Don't call anyone!" you screamed, mortified. "It's… it's a girl thing! Go away!" The three brothers froze in the hallway, exchanging wide eyed looks. The realization hit them. The talk they had overheard from the adults flashed through their minds.

Randy Jr. cleared his throat, his tough exterior instantly melting into pure, awkward panic. "Oh. Oh. Okay. Uh, Jermajesty, don't dial anything." "What do we do?" Jermajesty whispered frantically. "We don't have the stuff for that, do we? What is the stuff?!"

"Think, think," Jaafar muttered, trying to keep his cool as the oldest mindset kicked in. He stepped closer to the door. "Okay, don't panic. We are going to fix this, just stay right there."

Jaafar bolted to the master bathroom, tearing through the cabinets until he found a box of pads. Randy took off to the kitchen, aggressively rummaging through the pantry for anything containing sugar, eventually settling on a bag of chocolate chips and a box of cookies. Jermajesty, ran to the linen closet, grabbing the fluffiest blanket he could find and microwaving a damp towel because he heard warmth helps with cramps.

They were now outside the bathroom door. "Okay, I'm opening the door a crack," Jaafar announced gently. He slid the box of pads through the opening, along with a pair of clean sweatpants Randy had grabbed. "Here, take these we'll be right outside."

You dragged the items inside, feeling a wave of relief wash over you despite the embarrassment. Once you managed to figure things out and change, you cautiously unlocked the door and stepped out.

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For the next hour, they tried their absolute best. Jermajesty kept adjusting your pillows. Randy kept offering you random snacks from the kitchen. Jaafar sat on the floor nearby, keeping a protective guard. Despite their best efforts, the cramps were starting to set in, and the heavy, awkward energy of three teenage boys dealing with menstruation. You just wanted a woman who understood.

The front door clicked open ."Hello? Anyone home?" "Genevieve!" you called out, your voice a mix of a whine and a relief. Your older sister, Genevieve, walked into the living room, holding her purse and a shopping bag.

She stopped dead in her tracks, looking at you buried under a mountain of blankets, clutching chocolate chips, surrounded by your three brothers who looked completely exhausted and out of their depth.

"What is going on here?" Genevieve asked, a brow raised. "Genevieve, thank God," Jermajesty breathed, collapsing into an armchair. "We did our best, but we had no idea what we were doing."

Genevieve’s eyes softened instantly as she looked at you. She immediately understood. A knowing, warm smile spread across her face. She dropped her shopping bag and walked straight over to the couch, sitting right next to you and pulling you into a side hug. "Oh, sweetie," Genevieve said softly, rubbing your arm. "Did it start?"

You nodded, burying your face in her shoulder. Genevieve looked up at the boys, giving them an appreciative nod. "You guys actually did a really good job. Thank you for taking care of her." "We tried," Randy muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, looking relieved that the cavalry had arrived. "We gave her the chocolate."

"And the warm towel," Jermajesty added proudly. "Alright, boys, I've got it from here," Genevieve said gently, taking charge. "Why don't you go ahead and play your video games? We're going to go upstairs."

The boys didn't need to be told twice. They gave you quick, supportive pats on the shoulder before heading to the game room, visibly relaxed now that the pressure was off.

Genevieve helped you up, keeping her arm around you as you both walked upstairs to her room. She made you a proper heating pad, brought you a glass of water, and handed you a much better selection of supplies from her own bathroom.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Genevieve handed you a drink. "Don't worry, the first one is always the scariest you're officially part of the club now. The boys adore you, they were probably terrified, but they stayed right there."

You laughed softly, sipping your water, the cramps finally starting to ease up under the warmth of the proper heating pad. With Genevieve by your side and three protective brothers downstairs, you realized that you definitely had the best siblings to help you.

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#jackson 5 #fanfic #fluff #xwixnk⋆˚࿔#jaafar jackson #jermajesty jackson #jermajesty jackson x reader #randy jackson jr x reader #jaafar jackson x reader #genevieve jackson

Can u do a story it's teen reader and she's marlons daughter and it was the whole jackson family in a big car going on a road trip and everyone is overstimulated and wtv and jermajesty and reader keep cracking jokes and laughing while everyone is mad because 1 it's hot asf and 2 they're hungry and 3 jermajesty and reader are annoying asff plllssss

Annoying Asf

Marlon x daughter! reader

Summary: The whole Jackson family in a big car going on a road trip and everyone is overstimulated and Jermajesty and you keep cracking jokes and laughing while everyone is mad.

The AC in the massive, Mercedes Sprinter van was doing absolutely nothing against the summer heat. Outside, the highway asphalt was practically melting. Inside, the Jackson family was collectively losing their mind.

You leaned your head against the hot window, sweating through your oversized t-shirt. As Marlon’s daughter, you inherited two distinct traits of a love for chaos and inability to read a room when you were bored.

"If someone touches my shoulder one more time, I’m throwing myself out of this moving vehicle," Paris muttered from the row ahead, her head buried in her hands.

"I’m literally starving," Randy Jr. groaned, slumped so low in his seat his knees were touching the ceiling. "We’ve been driving past nothing but cornfields for three hours, pull over."Marlon gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. "There is nowhere to pull over, Randy! Just look at the map!"

"The map says there's a diner in twenty miles, but honestly, we might die of heat stroke before then," Jaafar chimed in, his voice tight.Right next to you, Jermajesty caught your eye, he leaned over, whispering loud enough for the back rows to hear. "Hey, you think if we fry an egg on Randy’s forehead, it’ll cook faster than this van?"

You snorted, a loud, ugly sound that broke the tense silence. "Bro, definitely, his forehead is radiating like a fucking microwave right now." "Shut the fuck up, both of you," Randy Jr. growled, not even opening his eyes.

"Oh, come on, Big Randy," Jermajesty teased, leaning over the seat to poke his shoulder. "Don't be a hangry." "Don't touch me, Jermajesty. I swear to God."

Genevieve turned around from the front passenger area, her eyes shooting daggers. "Can you guys seriously stop? It is ninety five degrees in here, the air conditioning is blowing straight dust, and you two have been giggling like toddlers since Ohio. Some of us have migraines."

"Sorry, Gen," you said, putting on a fake pout. Then, you looked at Jermajesty and crossed your eyes. Jermajesty lost it, burying his face in his shirt to muffle his laughter, which only made you laugh harder.

"You guys are being annoying as fuck," Prince said from the middle row. He was trying to read a book, Bigi was leaning heavily against his arm, completely passed out and snoring softly. "Look at Bigi, he’s got the right idea just pass out and ignore the clowns in the back."

"Bigi looks like a deflated balloon," you whispered loudly to Jermajesty. "He looks like he’s trying to photosynthesize," Jermajesty whispered back. That was the breaking point. You burst into a full loud laugh, hitting Jermajesty’s arm. He started cackling, his laugh echoing off the metal walls of the van. Every time the van hit a bump, you two found something new to laugh about.

"Look at Jaafar's hair," you wheezed, tears pricking your eyes. "Hey! Leave my hair out of this," Jaafar snapped, though a tiny corner of his mouth twitched before he wiped the smile off his face. "It's a fucking bird's nest," Jermajesty corrected, wiping a tear from his eye.\

"Marlon!" Genevieve yelled, totally over it. "Tell your daughter to shut up! And tell Jermajesty too!" Marlon glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes warning you. "[Name], I love you, but if you and Jermajesty don't take it down a notch, I’m leaving you both at the next gas station. I mean it your uncles will not come back for you."

"Yeah, please dump them," Paris sighed, pulling her beanie further over her face despite the blistering heat. You and Jermajesty looked at each other, trying so hard to compress your laughter, he clamped a hand over his mouth, and you clamped your hands over yours, but a high pitched wheeze escaped your nose.

Jermajesty pointed at you, his eyes widening, and that was it. The dam broke again. You both fell over into the footwell of the back row, completely breathless, laughing so hard it hurt your stomachs, while the rest of the overstimulated, starving Jackson family collectively groaned in agony.

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Girl can i req a fic of Michael on tour and his daughther’s with him and the crew got a major problem his guitarist had a problem and no one can like substitute them and mj doesn’t know she can play a guitar and they didnt tell michael that she volunteer to do it and surprised him mid performance and she played the beat it solo and make the fans reaction on it and it goes viral thank youuu

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSXN4U8os/

Beat it

Michael x daughter! reader

Summary: The crew had major problem, and it was the guitarist and that nobody else to play the solo part. Eventually you spoke up and said you can do the solo part.

The crowd inside the stadium was a sea of glowing lights, however the backstage, was pure chaos. "What do you mean his flight is grounded?" Frank, the tour manager, slammed his clipboard against the catering table. "The show starts in twenty minutes!"

"The storm in Chicago has everything locked down, Frank," a technician yelled over the pre-show music pumping through the arena. "We don't have a backup guitarist who knows the arrangements for the 'Beat It' set we are completely stuck."

Standing near the wardrobe racks, you listened to the crew panic. At eighteen years old, you had been traveling on tour with your father, Michael for months. He knew you loved music, although he had no idea that you had spent the last three years secretly mastering the electric guitar. You practiced for hours in hotel rooms while he was at rehearsals or interviews.

"I can do it," you said, stepping forward into the dim backstage light. Frank stopped pacing and looked at you, his eyes wide. "Sweetheart, this isn't a game, It's a stadium show."

"I know every note," you said firmly, grabbing a spare Fender Stratocaster from the rack. You plugged it into a small practice amp, flipped the switch, and ripped through the opening bars of the 'Beat It' rhythm section with flawless precision. The crew fell dead silent. Frank stared at you, his jaw dropping.

"Does Michael know you can play like that?" Frank breathed. "No," you smiled, a spark of mischief in your eyes. "Don't tell him, let's surprise him put me in the wings, cue my mic, and when the solo hits, let me walk out."

Frank looked at the stage, then back at you, realizing this was the only choice. "Get her into a wardrobe change now."

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Ten minutes later, your dad walked past the tuning rooms. He looked stressed, his brow furrowed as he adjusted his iconic red leather jacket. Seeing you, his expression instantly softened into that familiar, warm smile. He rushed over and wrapped you in a tight hug. "There's my beautiful girl," Michael murmured, kissing the top of your head. "Are you excited for the show tonight, love?"

"Always, Daddy," you said, keeping your hands hidden behind your back so he wouldn't see the guitar picks. "You're going to crush it." "Thank you, my angel. Stay side stage where it's safe, okay? I'll look for you," he said, rubbing your shoulder gently before heading toward the stage elevator.

The concert was electric. From the wings, you watched your dad command the stage, his energy filling the entire stadium. As the setlist neared "Beat It," you could see the slight tension in his shoulders. He knew the lead guitar section was going to be empty.

"You're up, kiddo," Frank whispered, giving you a gentle push. You slipped onto the dark side of the stage, the heavy electric guitar strapped securely across your shoulder. The familiar, ominous synth chords of "Beat It" echoed through the stadium. The crowd roared. Michael moved with liquid grace, singing his heart out, as the song built toward the legendary Eddie Van Halen guitar solo, he braced himself to cue the backing track to fill the void.

Michael turned around, expecting a backing track or a last minute local session player. When his eyes landed on you standing center stage, holding the guitar, his footsteps literally halted. His mouth parted in absolute shock.

You didn't give him time to process it. You dug your pick into the strings and unleashed the opening wail of the "Beat It" solo. The notes exploded from the stadium speakers sharp, aggressive, and perfectly executed. You executed the lightning fast finger-tapping technique flawlessly, your fingers flying across the fretboard.

On stage, Michael’s face transformed from pure shock to overwhelming pride. A massive, radiant smile broke across his face. He started cheering you on mid-song, throwing his head back and doing a spin, letting out a joyful "Hee-hee!" right into the microphone as you sustained a high, bending note.

The crowd went completely insane. Seeing Michael Jackson’s own daughter rocking out on stage was something no one anticipated. The stadium shook with the force of 80,000 people screaming at the top of their lungs. Fans in the front row were jumping up and down, pulling out their phones to record the historic moment.

As you struck the final, ringing chord of the solo, you looked over at your dad. Michael sprinted across the stage, completely abandoning the choreography. He threw his arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground, guitar and all.

"You blew them away, baby!" Michael yelled over the deafening roar of the crowd, his eyes shining with happy tears as he pressed a proud kiss to your cheek. He turned you toward the audience, raising your hand in the air like a champion the applause was like thunder.

By the next morning, the internet belonged to you. Thousands of fan-cam videos of the "Beat It Surprise" flooded TikTok, YouTube, and X. The top trending topic worldwide was #JacksonDaughterSolo.

Media outlets everywhere played the clip of Michael's priceless, shocked reaction on a loop, praising your incredible talent and the beautiful bond between father and daughter. You were the new rockstar of the tour.

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#jackson 5 #fanfic #fluff #xwixnk⋆˚࿔#michael movie #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson #michael jackson x black reader #michael jackson x y/n

pierrotdoesnteat

positivity train!

if you see this or are tagged in it, tag a couple of your favorite mutuals/blogs and let them know you appreciate seeing them on your dash!

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normanscupcake

Thxx, @gingermatchalatte 🫶💕💕

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There are so many more moots to this list, just know I love ya all 😭🙏💕🫶

strawberrycherrycola

Thank you sm! @normanscupcake 💋💗

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There’s more to this list but these blogs come to mind!! 🪽💘

popecodysgirl

tysm for the tag @strawberrycherrycola ily mwah 😘🫶

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i'm probably missing some moots but i love you all so much!!! you're the best 🫶

mast3rbait3r

thank you for the tag, baby <3 @popecodysgirl

my loves :3

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groovyangelkisses

thank you for the tag angel, mwah!💋 — @mast3rbait3r

a few cuties that i looveee seeing on my dash—

@romantic-insomniac @in-ky @nightpitt @mochapuppy @ceriseangels @j4ckr4bbits @lovaeir @moodyabbott @lipsliketangerines @dollsonlyhurt @cherrywineisawaltz @sugartalkingwrites @lostalioth @missmanlykink @misspossexxive 😽

missmanlykink

awww thanks for the tag <33 — @groovyangelkisses

some of my fav writers and moots 💕 love u guyss:

@mayhemi @s4ngel @str4wbsstuff @deansdeer @j4ckr4bbits @ccandlehead @murdrdocs @hanasnx @midniqhtt @wistfulyears @pittsick @pinksplace @avashifts06 @kill3ill @kryptidfiles @kissophile @dirtygir1

deansdeer

aww ty aydellaa <3 smooches

I love seeing yall on my feed

@beausling @inbred-eater @slashedgutz @d3ad-aliv3 @filthgf @honeyroots @scariffs @basicasfusername @bleachedduck @yyvnille @bitemysin @bunnyyrot @bruisedfig

beausling

AHHH EHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOUUU SMM MY BELOVEDDDSS @deansdeer & @lostalioth for the tags🫂🫂

some more of my beloveds n fave ppl to see on my feed/in my notifs 😽💟

꩜ meow meows : @abbotsbunnygf @arkhamknightmares @badbish-suki @beecomingnothing @bleachedduck @bluestrd @bruisedfig @catmg @chevroletdean @cosmicbucky @cowboycastles @crystalcider @cryptic-doe @diner-girl @faiszt @floralscented @funkycoloured @g0thamgirl @honeyryewhiskey @honeyroots @inbred-eater @irisgrrl @jasvtsc @jackcody @kill3ill @mystic-writings @notaviolentdog @pittsick @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @psychsworld @rh1nestcned @rockerbarnes @rottndeer @sacr1ficialang3l @soldiersgirl @thefourhorsies @thesevnthseal @tortureddarkstar @voidsuites @wildwestdean @xoabbot @6milesdeep

nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad

also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣

irisgrrl

OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3

my most favourite people here🙂‍↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)

i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️

kamislop

GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-

i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much

mi babygirls: @jeanmarcosno1, @ie4ri, @tentypos, @gfsuki, @cupidkats, @riotsgrl, @tokkushin, @updownandbatty, @lonelyfooryouonly, @liahcharms, @lilithkleia, @6x-x9, @kireampie, @hangenism, @rengoatku, @fushihearts, @moviecritc, @mamashima, @indisuki, @dulcores, @miminist, @gyarujo, @valberryboos, @suganoms, @da1ntyli1ly, @sugurusplaything, @satorusdreamer, @torumaii, @toruii, @kenforty, @dynamite-roll, @freakynad, @blushryo, @talkingscaresme, @deathscheduled, @txmxkis, @ervvinz, @lxnarphase, @jiyuspassion, @foryuiwill

6x-x9

ah and I can't tag everyone, thanks so much cutie <3. I love everyone of you's

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moviecritc

ahhhhh thank you all for tagging me<3333 i don't think there's any other mutual left to tag, STILL, i'm tagging some of my fav girls here<33

@liahcharms @ryoride @tokkushin @veiledbulletz @ackpplepie @brinawing @4theloveoflotus @hotties4gojo @swamelon @ie4ri @fancy-possum @suigenerisisadiva @wiinterz @shoyomegs @batwngs @froggibus

wiinterz

aww thank you so much for the tag, here are some of my lovieeess and to all the beautiful ones i haven’t tagged

@inbred-eater @lonerslug @requiemdesreves @doiliedaze @mwahbabe @torufanj @tinycas @grotesquevi @lotties-ashwagandha @lyfeofbilly @hotties4gojo @h3avenlyglory

lyfeofbilly

Aww thank you tay 🥹.

my loviesssss

@mariquitaaa @mitchesmoon @ebvnydesires @inmyheadimobsessed @santhiquee @onyxstones-world

ebvnydesires

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Hiii,

I was wondering if you would do a fic with Jaafar x shy reader where the reader is a little younger then him but they haven’t been very intimate cause she’s so shy but somehow Jaafar finds out that she has a praise kink and messes with her??

If you’re not comfortable that’s completely fine but I love all your fics btw 💕

Find out

Jaafar x shy! Reader

Summary: You and Jaafar haven't been intimate because of how shy you are. Eventually Jaafar figures out you have a praise kink and messes with you.

The large, sunlit studio was silent except for the soft scratch of your pencil against your sketchbook. You kept your head down, focusing intensely on shading the sharp angle of Jaafar’s jawline.

Even though you two had been dating for several months, his presence still made your heart flutter. You were a few years younger than him, and your natural shyness often made you hold back. You hadn’t been fully intimate yet, always pulling away or freezing up when things got too heavy, paralyzed by your own self consciousness. Jaafar, ever patient and deeply perceptive, never pushed you and just waited.

Jaafar was across the room, quietly looking through a stack of reference photos on the desk. You thought he was completely distracted. What you didn't realize was that your phone, sitting face up next to his hand, had just lit up with a notification from a private reading app you frequented.

Curiosity got the better of him. He glanced down, his eyes scanning the lock-screen preview of a bookmarked article titled: Understanding the Psychology of a Praise Kink: Why Hearing "Good Girl" Changes Everything.

Jaafar froze, his dark eyes widening slightly as the pieces suddenly fell into place. Your blushing, your breathlessness when he complimented your art, the way you melted whenever he told you he was proud of you it all made perfect sense.

A slow, thoughtful smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He didn't say a word, ge picked up his jacket, walked over, and leaned down to kiss the top of your head."I have to run to a production meeting, beautiful," he murmured, his voice smooth and steady. "I'll be back in an hour wait for me?"

"Okay," you whispered, your cheeks instantly warming up.

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True to his word, Jaafar returned exactly an hour later. The the heavy studio door clicked shut behind him, the atmosphere in the room changed. He didn't sit across the room this time. He walked straight toward your couch, unbuttoning his top collar button with a deliberate, slow movement.

"Show me what you worked on while I was gone," he requested softly, standing right over you.Your fingers trembled slightly as you handed him the sketchbook. He took it, his gaze moving from the page straight to your eyes. He could see how nervous you were, your fingers anxiously tugging at the hem of your oversized sweater.

"You drew this of me?" he asked.You nodded quickly, holding your breath."It’s absolutely beautiful baby," Jaafar said, his voice dropping an octave, he stepped closer, trapping you against the cushions. "You did such a wonderful job for me. Look at how perfect these lines are. You’re so incredibly talented, sweetheart."

A sudden, intense shiver ran straight down your spine. The specific weight of his words made your stomach flip in a way it never had before. You looked down, trying to hide your burning face in your collar. "T-thank you, Jaafar."

"Hey," he murmured, placing two fingers under your chin, gently forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were dark, intense, and filled with a playful mischief you hadn't seen before. "Why are you hiding mama? You did a good deed, don't you want to be praised for it mhm?"

Your breath hitched. The word praised echoed loudly in your chest. Jaafar sat down right next to you, his thigh pressing firmly against yours. The physical closeness usually made you retreat, but the tone of his voice acted like an anchor, holding you perfectly still."You're always so quiet," Jaafar whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

"So well behaved, I've been giving you so much space because I thought you were scared of me. I think I finally figured out what you actually need."

He slid his hand down to your wrist, wrapping his long fingers gently but firmly around it, anchoring your hand to your lap."Jaafar..." you gasped out, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"Tell me the truth pretty girl," he murmured, his breath warm against your neck. "Do you like it when I tell you you're doing well? Does it make you feel good when I tell you how perfect you are for me?"

You couldn't answer. You were completely paralyzed by the sheer embarrassment of being completely perceived, your deepest, hidden secret laid bare. You tried to turn your head away, a tiny, whimper escaping your throat."Ah, look at that," Jaafar teased, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating in his chest. He shifted, pinning you gently beneath his weight on the deep sofa, his hands framing your face. "You're shaking, are you being a good girl for me right now? Tell me."

"Please," you whispered, tears of sheer arousal and shyness pricking the corners of your eyes." Please what, sweetheart? Tell me what you want to hear." He leaned down, kissing the sensitive spot right beneath your jaw, making your entire body arch into him. He felt the sudden, desperate surrender in your posture. Your usual hesitation was entirely gone, replaced by a needy, breathless compliance.

"Tell me I'm... tell me I'm doing good," you sobbed out softly, completely throwing your modesty out the window.Jaafar paused, looking down at you with a gaze full of affection. He ran his thumb gently across your lower lip."You are doing so beautifully," he promised, his voice thick with genuine emotion. "You're being so brave for me right now, that's it, breathe for me. You're perfect every single part of you is so perfect for me."

As his lips finally met yours in a deep, unhurried, and completely uninhibited kiss, you realized your shyness hadn't disappeared Jaafar had turned it into the very thing that finally brought you completely together.

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I just wanted to ask if you were changing your name or layout because for some reason your account doesn’t pop up on who I’m following but I am following you because I like to actively check if you posted anything cause your one of my favorites. So I was curious if this is only happening on my account. Also love your work .

Hey! I'm not changing my username or theme any time soon, and I think it's a glitch from tumblr because I get the same thing as well and thank you I'm glad you love my work!!!💗💗

daughter!reader who’s like raye? people see her preform and are like “oh that’s definitely michael’s daughter.”

That's definitely his daughter

Michael x daughter! reader

Summary: People watching you perform and know your definitely Michael's daughter.

Short😶

The lights inside the Arena dipped to a deep, bruising velvet blue. A single brass section began to swell, playing a slow and brassy progression. You stood at the center stage mic, wearing a floor length, oversized tailored suit with no shirt underneath, your hair piled high in a messy, glamorous updo.

You held a vintage microphone with both hands, eyes closed, letting the brass section build the tension until the room was completely silent.Then, you opened your mouth.

The first note was a gritty, low, chest register belt that vibrated through the floorboards. It wasn’t the pristine, pop perfection vocals the world usually associated with the Jackson name. This was raw, storytelling soul honest, reminiscent of a classic jazz chanteuse operating in a modern pop world. Your voice leaping octaves with effortless elasticity, blending heartbreaking blues.

In the VIP section, a veteran music producer leaned over to his colleague, his eyes wide. "Jesus, look at the way she anchors herself to the stage." "It's the eyes," the colleague whispered back, transfixed. "The phrasing, she’s conducting the entire band with her body, that’s definitely Michael’s daughter."

Even though the genre was entirely your own, It was in the absolute, uncompromising command of the audience. It was in the sudden, sharp tilt of your head to cue the horn section. As the tempo shifted into a sweeping, fast paced brass crescendo, you grabbed the mic stand, tipping it forward. You didn’t dance his choreography, though the effortless, rhythmic bounce in your step and the hypnotic way you controlled the space made it impossible to look anywhere else. That exact same rare, otherworldly magnetism that made people freeze in their tracks.

By the time the final brass chord echoed and the house lights snapped to black, the crowd erupted into a roaring, standing ovation. You stood in the center of it all, catching your breath, giving a small, humble smile that looked identical to the one your father used to give when the world bowed at his feet.

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Jermajesty and shy!reader do the “All Night Long” trend on tiktok? <3 (idk if you’ll be able to see it but i included a link just in case :))

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTSgtq8HT/

All Night Long

Jermajesty x shy! reader

Summary: You and Jermajesty doing the "All Night Long" trend.

Note: A little short😶

The soft hum of the empty store parking lot at night is interrupted by the sound of your laughter and the soles of your sneakers scraping against the asphalt.

Your mutual friend stands a few feet ahead, holding up a phone with the flash on, illuminating the two of you as the familiar beat of Beyoncé’s "All Night Long" rings out from a second device.

Being naturally shy, you look down at your feet, a nervous smile tugging at your lips as you and Jermajesty start walking forward in sync for the camera. You pull your oversized jacket a little tighter around yourself, overwhelmed by the camera lens, Jermajesty is completely in his element. He glances down at you, his eyes crinkling with warmth, and effortlessly wraps his arm around your waist to draw you closer.

Right as the music hits the perfect beat, Jermajesty was walking beside you to swooping you up bridal style into his arms. You let out a soft, surprised gasp, looping your arms securely around his neck. Jermajesty adjusts his grip, holding you against his chest Your friend behind the camera gasps loudly hyping you both up, and keeps the phone perfectly steady to catch the raw chemistry.

Instead of looking at the camera, Jermajesty keeps his eyes locked entirely on you. The cool night air doesn't even register because of how close he's holding you. Your initial shyness melts away into a genuine smile as you look back at him. He spins you slightly in a slow circle under the dim parking lot lights, his expression full of unspoken affection ."Perfect! That looked so good!" your friend yells, lowering the phone to review the footage.

Jermajesty gently sets your feet back on the ground but doesn't let go of your waist right away. He presses a sweet, lingering kiss to the top of your head, whispering how cute you looked, leaving you flush-faced and completely in love in the middle of the empty lot.

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Remember that link I showed you of Randy jr shirtless?

How about a fic where the reader works at the front desk at the gym where Randy jr works out at and she has a big crush on him and she accidentally walks in on him shirtless and she gets flustered and embarrassed and apologizes but Randy jr tries to calm her down and asks her out because he already knew about her crush on him

Accidentally

Randy jr x reader

Summary: You work at the front desk of a gym, and always see Randy work out and had a huge crush on. Eventually you walk in on him shirtless.

The morning rush at Gold’s Gym had finally cleared out, leaving the lobby quiet except for the low hum of the juice bar blenders. You sat behind the front desk, resting your chin in your hand as you stared blankly at the computer monitor.

Your eyes kept drifting toward the free weight section. Randy was currently finishing his final set of shoulder presses. You had worked here for three months, and for three months, you had been infatuated with him. He was always polite, flashed you a crooked smile whenever he scanned his membership card, and possessed the kind of physique that made you forget how to speak English.

"Alright, [Name], I'm heading out for lunch," your coworker, Don, said as he grabbed his keys. "Can you do a quick sweep of the locker rooms to make sure the towel bins aren't overflowing?"

"Yeah, no problem," you replied, glad to have a distraction from your intense daydreaming. You grabbed a fresh stack of folded towels and walked down the hallway. The gym was mostly empty at this hour, so you figured the men's locker room would be completely vacant. You didn't hear any running water or movement inside, so you pushed the heavy door open without knocking.

"Hey, sorry to bother, just restocking the-"The words died in your throat. Randy was standing right by the central mirrors. He had just pulled his sweat drenched t-shirt over his head, leaving it draped over his shoulder. His back was toward you, but he instantly spun around at the sound of your voice. His chest and abs glistened slightly under the fluorescent lights.

Your face instantly turned a shade of crimson. The towels slipped from your hands, scattering across the tiled floor ."Oh my gosh! I am so, so sorry!" you squeaked, your voice jumping an octave. You threw your hands over your eyes, backing up so fast your heel hit the doorframe. "I thought everyone was out on the floor! I didn’t mean to-I’m leaving right now!"

A low, amused chuckle echoed through the tiled room. "Hey, hold on. It's totally fine, [Name]. Don't worry about it," Randy said. His voice was calm and unbothered. You kept your eyes glued strictly to the floor, your heart hammering against your ribs. "No, really I'm sorry, Randy. I should have knocked. That was so unprofessional of me."

You bent down to scoop up the dropped towels, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow you whole. As you gathered the fabric, a pair of clean sneakers appeared in your field of vision. Randy knelt down in front of you, reaching out to grab the remaining towels.

Even with your eyes focused on the floor, you couldn't help but notice his bare, toned chest just inches away from you. "Seriously, take a breath," Randy said gently, handing you the folded cotton. He didn't rush to put his shirt back on, he just looked at you with a smirk playing on his lips. "You don't need to apologize, It's a gym locker room people catch me shirtless all the time."

"Yeah, but I'm staff," you mumbled, staring intensely at his sneakers, your cheeks still burning. "I… I really didn't mean to stare." "Did you mind staring?" he teased softly. Your eyes snapped up to his face in shock. "What? No! I mean-yes? No, I mean I wasn't-"

Randy laughed again, a warm, genuine sound that defused some of your panic. He stood up, offering you a hand to help you up. You took it, his grip firm and warm. "Relax, [Name]," Randy said, leaning back against the sink counter. He crossed his arms over his chest, which only served to emphasize his biceps.

"To be honest, I'm kind of glad you walked in. It saves me from having to awkward talk my way through the front desk later." You blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Don told me," Randy revealed, his smirk widening into a handsome grin. "Well, Don didn't have to say much, every time I scan my card, you look like you're trying to read a foreign language on your screen, and you always give me the extra large locker key." Your jaw dropped. You wanted to murder Don. "He… he told you?"

"He didn't have to. It's pretty obvious you have a little crush on me," Randy said, tilting his head. Before you could spiral into total mortification, his expression softened. "I've been trying to find a good time to tell you that the feeling is completely mutual." You froze, the stack of towels heavy in your arms. "Wait really?"

"Really," Randy said, stepping a bit closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with the clean scent of the gym laundry. "I think you're beautiful, you're always the best part of my workouts. So, how about we make this official? Let me take you out for dinner tonight. Get you away from the front desk for a few hours."

You looked at him, your embarrassment slowly melting away into absolute disbelief and excitement. "Dinner? With you? Even though I just crashed your locker room session?"

"Especially because of that," Randy winked, finally pulling his t-shirt back over his head. "So, what do you say? Tonight at seven?"

A genuine smile broke across your face, the blush finally fading. "Yeah, I would really love that, Randy."

"Cool, I'll write my number on a sticky note when I check out," he said, walking backward toward the showers with a satisfied grin. "See you in a few minutes, [Name]."

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i hope he never puts a shirt on