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[yourmajesty101]

▸ .🗝️ 𖦹˖ 𝐀𝔭𝔬𝔠𝔞𝐥𝐲𝖕𝖘𝖊 ⛓️‧✶₊

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ;) 𝐢’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐨𝐬𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨 :P

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬: @perfectillusiontreasure

𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄: 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐝*𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐫*𝐬𝐬, 𝐣*𝐞 𝐣*𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 (𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞)

Jermajesty

♡𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ♡

😁ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈😡

Jaafar

𝒸𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃...

Randy jr

𝒸𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓈ℴℴ𝓃...

[sunvpie]

where’s the obsessed jermajesty fics at?? everyone wants him toxic but i want him obsessed 😓

+ enjoy this pic of dada

[luvingkiku]

ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ love never felt so good | michael jackson ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚

pairing: !m.jackson x !reader

michael had been stuck on the same song for nearly three hours. every single time he thought he had something good, he would stop halfway through and start over again. there were crumpled pieces of paper all over the studio floor, and he was getting really close to giving up for the day, but then you showed up.

you walked in carrying food you had picked up on the way and immediately started talking before you had sat down. something about your friend getting lost while driving to the hangout spot, and something about this annoying driver.

somehow michael ended up laughing so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes, and after that the mood in the room changed.

you stayed on the couch while he sat at the piano, occasionally throwing comments at him from across the room. every now and then he would look over and find you doing something random, such as coloring with oil pastels, painting your toe nails, or trying to convince him to watch a movie you knew he would hate.

it was stupid, ordinary, completely random, but michael couldn’t stop smiling. at some point his hands found a melody, and he played it once. then again.

you looked up and smiled.

“ooh, i like that angel.”

he played it a third time, and something about it felt right. for the first time all afternoon, he wasn’t forcing anything, because he wasn’t thinking about writing a hit song anymore. he was thinking about you. about how much easier everything felt when you were around. how you could walk into a room and somehow make a bad day disappear without even trying.

the lyrics came not long after. michael wrote them down before he could forget them, and when he finally glanced up, you were still on the couch completely unaware that you were the reason he had managed to finish the song in the first place.

years later, when you heard it playing in the bedroom, you slowly turned toward him. the lyrics sitting in the air hit you hard.

“this is about me.” you stated

it wasn’t a question, and you already knew that.

michael nearly choked on his drink.

you pointed at him and said “this is literally about me baby.

his face turned bright red.

[discojupiters]

i absolutely love what the biopic has done for the michael jackson fanfic community cuz before the movie came out, it felt like i could count the number of mj fanfics on tumblr with one single hand and now not only are we being blessed with fics of michael, jaafar, AND jermajesty, but we're also getting fics of diana getting her ass whooped and i think that's beautiful

[yourmajesty101]

😡ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈😁

jermajesty jackson x blackfem!reader

notes: yes it’s Aliyah she’s so cunt i love her and i just got this random thought of her so like I hope you guys like it (imagine the reader however you want thooo )

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"Where were you?"

Jermajesty's voice thundered through the apartment the moment you stepped inside.

Your heels made a soft thud as they hit the floor, briefly punctuating the tense silence.

"Good morning to you too," you teased, a hint of a smile flickering across your face.

"Why are you doing that," he shot back.

"Doing what?" you countered, arching an eyebrow.

"Acting like you didn't vanish all night," he accused.

You chuckled quietly, heading toward the kitchen. "I was at a party."

"You didn't answer your phone. You didn't text. You didn't come home," he pressed.

"And?" you challenged.

His jaw clenched tightly. "And I was worried."

You turned slowly, eyes narrowing. "Worried? That's funny."

"What's funny about it?" he asked, confusion flashing in his eyes.

"The same guy with a hundred girls blowing up his phone suddenly worried about me?"

"Yeah, because you're my girlfriend, and you never let me know where you were. So, yes, I was worried," he said, his voice tinged with frustration.

You sighed, your patience thinning. "Jermajesty, I'm not gonna argue with you, bro."

"Oh, I'm your bro now?" he shot back.

"You're acting like a jerk for no reason. I wasn't at some guy's house. It was an all-girls party," you explained calmly.

"So you couldn't let me know?" he asked, his voice rising.

You rolled your eyes. "My phone died."

"Oh really," he retorted.

"There you go again," you said sharply.

"There I go again?" Jermajesty snapped, crossing his arms. "Acting like I don't care?"

"No, acting like everything's some big thing," you countered.

He scoffed, running a hand over his face, frustration clear. "Forget it."

"No, say what you wanna say," you demanded.

He laughed bitterly. "You disappear all night, and somehow I'm the bad guy for asking where you were."

You folded your arms, irritation flickering.

"Because you're acting like I cheated on you," you accused.

"I never said that," he replied hotly.

"You didn't have to."

Silence fell, thick and heavy.

Jermajesty's jaw clenched again. "I was worried."

"Why?" you challenged.

His eyes narrowed. "What kind of question is that?"

"Because half the time it feels like you don't even like me," you blurted out.

His expression instantly shifted, surprise and disbelief flashing across his face. "What?"

"You heard me," you said softly.

"That's ridiculous," he shot back.

"Is it?" you whispered bitterly. "Your phone rings constantly with other girls. You're always texting somebody, seeking attention. So don't act like I'm your biggest concern."

He looked away for a moment, hurt flickering in his eyes. "That's what this is about?"

"No. It's about how you act like boyfriend of the year, but it's all fake," you replied, your voice trembling.

"Wow," he muttered.

"I'm serious," you insisted.

"And I am too!" he raised his voice. "I don't care about those girls."

"Sure." You crossed your arms. "Sure, Jer."

His irritation flared, eyes blazing. "See? That's your problem. You don't listen."

"And you don't think!" you retorted.

The room fell into heavy silence as you both stared at each other, the tension almost suffocating.

After a long moment, Jermajesty shook his head. "I can't do this right now."

"Then don't," you shot back.

He grabbed his keys from the counter, shoulders tense. "Fine."

"Fine," you echoed, watching as he stormed out and slammed the front door shut. The echo of the door's slam lingered through the apartment.

You made your way into the bedroom, anger bubbling inside you, but beneath it was a strange emptiness.

"Whatever," you muttered, pacing the room and ranting to no one.

"He gets on my nerves," you mumbled, kicking off your shoes. "Always gotta be right."

Yet, without him there, everything felt off. The anger slowly ebbed, replaced by guilt.

You sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the worried look on his face and the crack in his voice.

Tears began slipping down your cheeks.

"Great," you whispered.

You hated crying after arguments.

After almost an hour, you finally pushed yourself up, realizing you needed him.

The stubborn part of you wanted to stay mad, but the aching truth was simple. You missed him.

Eventually, you heard the balcony door slide shut.

Curious, you got up and headed toward the living room.

There he was.

Sitting outside on the balcony, scrolling through his phone.

He looked up when the door slid open.

Quietly, you moved closer and sat beside him before leaning against his shoulder.

Jermajesty glanced at you before opening his arm.

You immediately curled into his side.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," you replied.

"You still mad?" he asked.

"A little," you admitted.

He chuckled. "Me too."

Despite yourself, you smiled.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

He looked down at you, his eyes gentle. "For what?"

"Not calling or texting letting you know where I was."

He nodded. "Thank you."

You swallowed hard.

"But you hurt my feelings too."

His expression softened. "I know."

"And those girls really do bother me," you added quietly.

Jermajesty sighed. "I know that too."

He paused for a moment.

"I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't matter."

Tears threatened again, but you held them back.

"You matter more than all that dumb stuff," he said softly.

You looked up at him, hope flickering in your eyes.

"Really?"

"Really," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I was scared, that's all," he admitted.

"I know," you murmured.

"And I'm sorry for being a jerk."

You laughed softly.

"A little bit of a jerk."

"A little," he agreed.

A thought surfaced your mind and you spoke. "Can we shower together?"

Jermajesty pulled back just enough to look at you. "Yeah. Come on."

✧

The bathroom filled with steam and the hot steam fogged up the mirror.

Jermajesty stepped in first, water sliding down his shoulders, down his chest, down the all his muscles. You followed, and the glass door clicked shut behind you.

For a moment you just stood there, letting the heat work into the tension knotted between your shoulder blades.

Then his hands found your hips.

He pulled you into him, and his mouth was on yours before you could draw breath.

All the words that hadn't been said, all the apologies that needed to be felt rather than spoken.

His tongue swept past your lips, and you tasted the faint salt of him, the clean water running between you.

Your back hit the cool tile, and you gasped.

Jermajesty took one hand sliding up your ribcage while the other stayed on your hip.

His thumb traced the curve beneath your breast, his teeth grazed your bottom lip.

"You know what went through my head?" he murmured against your mouth. "When you weren't answering?"

You shook your head, breath catching.

"Every worst-case scenario." His hand slipped higher, palm cupping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened. "Every single one."

Your head fell back against the tile. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." His other hand dropped lower, fingers trailing down your stomach. "You are."

His two fingers slid through your folds, parting you open.

The water beat against his shoulder, ricocheting onto your collarbone, and you couldn't tell where the heat of the shower ended and the heat of his touch began.

"Look at me."

You did. His eyes were fixed on your face, watching every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of your mouth.

"Next time," he said, and slid one finger inside you to the knuckle, "you tell me where you're going."

Your response faded in your throat as he curled that finger, finding the spot that made your vision swim.

"Say it."

"I'll— yes —I'll tell you."

A second finger joined the first, stretching you, and his palm pressed against your clit with each slow thrust.

Your nails bit into his arms. Your hips rolled to meet his hand, chasing more friction, more depth, more anything.

"You're so tight like this," he said, almost to himself. "Always are when you're worked up."

The coil in your stomach drew tighter. Every stroke of his fingers sent a pulse through your thighs, up your spine, behind your eyes.

The bathroom filled with the sound of water and your uneven breathing and the wet rhythm of his hand.

But he stopped. Just before you were able to cum, he stopped and you whimpered.

"Not yet," Jermajesty said, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. "Bedroom time!."

✧

The shower ended after that. You both left the towels on the bathroom floor.

You dropped to your knees before he could tell you to.

The carpet was soft beneath your shins. Jermajesty stood above you, water still beading on his chest, his cock heavy and hard and inches from your lips.

You wrapped your hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, the pulse that matched your own.

You took him into your mouth slowly.

Eyes up watching his face the way he'd watched yours.

"That's it," he breathed. "Just like that."

You hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper, letting your tongue work the underside of his shaft.

You sucked him until his breathing turned ragged, until his hips started to thrust into your mouth, until his hand finally tugged you back.

"Enough." His voice was rough. "I want to be inside you."

✧

Jermajesty took you to the bed and the sheets cool against your knees.

Jermajesty was behind you, one hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, guiding you into the deepest arch your spine could manage.

"Look at that." His palm smoothed over your ass, then gripped it hard enough to leave fingerprints. "This is where you belong."

You heard the sound of him stroking himself, and then you felt pressure of him at your entrance.

He didn't ask if you were ready cause He already knew.

One push, and he was buried inside you. The sound you made was muffled by the mattress.

He filled you completely, stretching you around him, and the sensation bordered on too much.

He didn't move he just let you feel  it and adjust.

"From now on," he said, voice low and steady, "you don't walk out that door without telling me. You understand?"

"Yes."

He pulled back and thrust in. "Yes, what?"

Your mind blanked. The rhythm he set was slow, deep, each stroke hitting a place that made your thighs tremble.

"I said. Yes, what ?"

"Daddy." The word left your mouth before your pride could catch up. "Yes, Daddy."

His hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to arch your neck. "That's my girl. That's my good fucking girl."

The pace quickened. His hips slapped against your ass. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open.

"Such a pretty little slut when you're bent over like this." He leaned forward, chest pressing against your spine, lips brushing your ear. "Taking all of me. Taking it so well."

You couldn't speak. Could barely breathe.

He watched himself disappear into you over and over, fascinated by the sight.

"You feel so good." He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. "Taking me so well. Like you were made for this."

"I was." You pushed back to meet every thrust. "Made for you, daddy. Only you."

His orgasm was building now, coiling tight at the base of his spine. He could tell you were getting close, your walls starting to clench around him, your moans becoming more desperate.

"Touch yourself," he commanded.

Your hand slipped between her legs, and he felt her fingers working your clit as he fucked you.

"You gonna cum for me?"

A strangled yes was all you could manage.

"Then cum."

The permission was what broke you. The wave crashed through your body, thighs shaking, back arching deeper, a cry tearing from your throat that you didn't recognize as your own.

He fucked you through it, then he buried himself deep one final time and spilled inside you with a groan.

✧

Afterward, in the quiet, he pulled you against his chest. The sheets were lost somewhere at the foot of the bed.

His arm draped over your waist, and his breathing slowed against the back of your neck.

"No more running off," he murmured.

"No more," you agreed, voice hoarse.

"Promise me."

"I promise."

"Good," he said. "Because next time, I won't let you off so easy."

[komakesthings]

Very excited to finally share some pictures of my Dread Pirate Frogerts build! I've been thinking about making this outfit for my Kermit for a while now, but the proper motivation to actually get this done was hearing that Cary Elwes was announced as a guest for my local comic convention! So with any luck Dread Pirate Frogerts will be getting to meet the real Westley very soon.

A shocking amount of work went into making this little outfit... I completely underestimated the amount of time I would need to put all this together. Though a good chunk of that was me getting way too wrapped up in perfectionism... ask me how many times I re-did the smocking on the sleeves (On second thought, don't, it's embarrassing). Here I thought I had been con-crunching with Piggy last year... technically, I only just finished Kermit today, and the convention starts Thursday. Lots of internal (and external) screaming was had with this build. I did film the majority of it, with plans to turn it into a full video and reel in the future... maybe once I've had a chance to recoup from aforementioned con-crunch.

[yourmajesty101]

Dude why tf do you tag jaafar in fics that aren’t jaafar x reader it’s so fucking annoying

oh I just did it for my masterlist but I’ll change it

[inbred-eater]

a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway

[cupcakeprincezz]

why am i seeing supposed michael jackson “fans” switching up on him after watching the documentary. first of all, why are you even watching that shit and engaging with that mess of a documentary when it was engineered from the start to manipulate people who don’t know the actual history. netflix purposely edited, cut, rearranged, and stripped context from interviews to make him look like a bad person, and the fact that anyone is letting this override actual legal history is embarrassing. michael jackson went through one of the most aggressive criminal investigations in modern entertainment, including a five month trial in 2005 where the prosecution brought in over seventy witnesses and still failed to produce a single piece of evidence. the jury didn’t hesitate. they acquitted him on every count because the case collapsed under real scrutiny. the fbi investigated him for more than ten years, monitored his phones, raided his homes, interviewed everyone around him, and found absolutely nothing. not a single illegal image. not a single witness who could substantiate wrongdoing. nothing. and netflix still refuses to mention that independent child psychologists, social workers, and trained forensic interviewers who evaluated the children involved found no indicators of abuse, that multiple families testified under oath that michael never behaved inappropriately, and that the santa barbara sheriff’s department conducted surprise inspections of neverland during the 90s and found nothing suspicious. the documentary also ignores that michael’s bedroom had an open door policy with staff constantly entering, that he was rarely alone due to security protocols, and that his medical team, tutors, and housekeepers never reported anything concerning.

it ignores that michael’s dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant treatment and made the idea of secretive, undetected abuse medically implausible it ignores that michael’s dermatologist and physicians documented his vitiligo and lupus, conditions that required constant medical examinations, full‑body skin evaluations, and regular specialist check‑ups, meaning multiple doctors were routinely inspecting his skin and overall health in ways that would have made any hidden injuries, secretive behaviour, or undetected abusive patterns medically implausible. it ignores that michael donated over 300 million dollars to children’s charities, funded burn units, paid for organ transplants, and visited hospitals worldwide without cameras, something even journalists acknowledged as genuine. meanwhile, the accusers contradicted their own stories, changed timelines, made claims that were physically impossible, and had lawsuits dismissed because their narratives didn’t match reality. michael never paid anyone to say he was innocent. the 1993 settlement was handled by his insurance company against his wishes, something confirmed in court documents. he never bribed a witness. he never paid for silence. he never bought loyalty. the people accusing him, on the other hand, repeatedly sought financial compensation, filed lawsuits after going bankrupt, and only “remembered” abuse when money became involved. the documentary also refuses to mention that both safechuck and robson’s lawsuits were thrown out because their claims were legally impossible. safechuck said he was abused in a train station that didn’t exist yet. robson testified under oath for twenty years that michael never touched him and only changed his story when he was denied a job by the estate. netflix doesn’t include any of this because it destroys the narrative they’re selling. and if you watched this documentary and suddenly don’t know what to believe, you’re letting a streaming service override court transcripts, sworn testimony, fbi files, independent psychological evaluations, medical records, and decades of evidence. if a documentary is enough to shake your belief in michael’s innocence, you were never a fan. michael jackson was investigated more intensely than any celebrity in history and came out clean every single time.

ARUGE WITH YOUR MOTHER MICHAEL WAS INNOCENT !!!!!!!! i will forever defend that man idgaf ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[cinnamoncunt]

how sweet!! japan always has shown michael so much love and has never ever stopped!

[rockurwurld]

warmth

warnings - softdom!janet, fem!reader, janet is an eater 😫

a/n - happy pride month guys!! i need 50 janet fics on my desk by tomorrow morning

it was a saturday night and you had just broken up with your boyfriend a few hours prior. you called janet to tell her the news and as soon as she heard you say those words she ran out of the door. before you knew it she was at your front door holding your favourite dessert. “tell me exactly what happened.” she said before walking in and making herself comfortable on your couch.

“honestly, i was already getting bored of him. i just needed an actual reason to break up with him without looking like the villain.” you say before you take another bite, sitting next to janet. “i knew something was up! lately you’ve barely talked about him, and when you did it was to complain about something he did.” you both start laughing before you begin to talk about all the things he did that would piss you off.

“and you know what? he never ate me out. not one time in the year we were together.” janet’s eyes widen as she turns to look at you. “never?” she says, in disbelief. you nod. “so you haven’t been ate out in over a year?” “yeah, i think i’ve forgotten what it feels like.”

you knew that janet had been with a few girls, and she had told you about how much she loved eating pussy. but you never expected to be the one she was eating out. that’s why it was such a shock when you found yourself laying down on the couch with your pants off. “you ready?” she says, looking up at you before pressing kisses to your inner thigh. you nod before swallowing down hard.

her hands gripped your thighs, keeping your legs spread as she swirled her tongue around your clit. a quiet moan escapes your lips, god you really had forgotten how good this felt. your fingers found their way to her hair, not pulling, but resting there. she continued working her mouth, licking a stripe up your slit before slipping a finger inside. “you taste so good, baby.”

“f-fuck, janet” you moan. “he never made you feel like this huh?” she says, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. she pushes another finger inside before curling them and hitting your sweet spot, earning another moan from you.

“‘m close jan” you whisper, your thighs threatening to close. “i know baby.” she says before continuing her movements, wanting to push you over the edge. when you finally cum, you whimper her name.

her chin rests on your stomach, your fingers playing with her hair. “that was.. fun. i’ve never done anything with a girl before.” you say. “i had fun too” she says before giggling softly.

“and now, it’s my turn.”

[yourmajesty101]

♡ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ♡

jermajesty jackson x blackfem!reader (you can imagine any race too 😁)

notes: i’m not the best at writing smut so i lowkey had to learn but i knew a few things abt it so i hope yall like it 🥹

Taglist: @mjenthusiaist

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Today was the day your long-time boyfriend Jermajesty left for his trip to Costa Rica with his brothers.

You wanted to go, but Jaafar and Randy insisted it was a guys' trip, which only annoyed you more.

You and Jermajesty were known for being clingy, always touching and always close.

Being apart didn't sit right with either of you. He didn't even want to go, but he hadn't seen his brothers in a while.

As he packed, you sat on the bed, quietly fighting back tears.

"I won't be gone long, baby," he said, walking over.

You didn't respond, afraid your voice would give you away. He laid on top of you, holding you close.

"Are you gonna cry?" he asked softly.

You nodded.

"It's not funny," you frowned.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll miss you." He kissed your face and neck, making you hold onto the moment even tighter.

"When will you be back?" you asked.

"They said we coming back Tuesday." It was Friday.

"Ugh, that's so long."

Before you could say more, his phone buzzed.

"They're here."

You hugged him tightly, whispering how much you'd miss him. After sharing thousands of goodbyes and kisses, he finally left.

The house felt empty.

Later that night, you decided to cook. As you started making mac and cheese, your phone rang and it was Jermajesty.

You quickly changed into just his shirt and a random pair of panties and answered.

"What took so long?" he teased.

"Maybe I have a life," you replied, smiling.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

You asked if he made it safely. He said yes and admitted he already wished you were there.

"I told you I wanted to come."

"I know. Next time, I promise."

After a pause, his voice dropped. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking."

"Let me see you."

You rolled your eyes but flipped the camera anyway. He went quiet.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"Because... you look good."

You brushed it off, but his words lingered.

"I miss you," he said.

"I miss you too."

"Stay on the phone with me," he added.

You smiled. "You just don't wanna hang with your brothers."

"You're not wrong."

♡

Saturday, you tried distracting yourself at the mall, but everything reminded you of him. You sent him a picture anyway.

"Should I get this?"

"Yes. And the other one too," he replied instantly.

♡

Sunday, your friends helped take your mind off things until they pointed out you'd been on your phone all night.

You didn't even even stay out with them late like you had said you were. They were upset just as much as you were

♡

Monday, the grocery store nearly made you wanna die. You ended up calling him.

"I hate you," you said when he answered.

"What did I do?"

"I don't even know what I'm doing in here."

Laughing, he told you what's best to get from store step by step until your cart was full.

"See? You survived."

"Barely. You better come back soon."

"Tuesday," he reminded you softly.

"Yeah... Tuesday."

♡

The clock read 4:17 AM when the front door quietly opened.

You barely stirred, sleep still heavy on you. The past five nights without Jermajesty had been restless.

Soft footsteps moved down the hall. The door creaked open. Then the mattress dipped.

An arm slipped around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar warmth. His scent wrapped around you instantly, and your body relaxed without thinking.

"I missed you," he murmured into your hair, voice low with exhaustion.

You hummed softly.

His lips brushed your neck, slow and unhurried, sending a quiet shiver through you. His breath was warm against your skin, grounding, real.

Your eyes opened slowly.

You turned to face him, tracing his cheek with your thumb, taking him in like you needed to make sure he was actually there.

"I thought you'll be back later today," you whispered.

"Couldn't stay away." His hand slid up your back, pulling you closer.

Your chest tightened. "I missed you too. Every night felt lonely."

His expression softened. "Yeah?"

"I kept reaching for you," you admitted quietly. "And you weren't there."

You pulled him in, kissing him deeply. He responded instantly, like he'd been waiting for it just as much as you had.

The kiss was full of everything you hadn't been able to get all week.

His hands found your body again and you leaned into him without hesitation.

"We’re you able to handle a couple days without me?" you murmured against his lips.

He let out a quiet laugh. "Not at all."

You shifted slightly, a small smile forming as you met his gaze.

"Good," you whispered. "Because I don't want to either."

He brushed his thumb along your cheek, pulling you in closer.

"Can you show me," he asked softly.

"Show you what?"

"How much you missed me."

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down. He lifted his hips to help.

His breath hissed through his teeth when your hand wrapped around him. You stroked slowly feeling him grow harder under your touch.

"Baby..."

"Shh." You leaned down, your breath ghosting over him. "Let me take care of you."

Your lips wrapped around his tip. (what color yall think it is)

"Fuck." He put his hands in your hair tangling his fingers but not pushing it just holding your head.

You took him deeper, your tongue working along the underside. The sounds he made was guttural noises that vibrated through his chest.

You hollowed your cheeks, pulling up slowly before sinking back down.

"Just like that," he breathes. "Just like that mama."

You set a rhythm, steady and deliberate. His thighs tensed beneath your hands.

You could feel him fighting the urge to move, to take control. But he had let you lead. Let you love him the way you both been craving to for days.

His grip in your hair tightened. "Baby, stop. I want—I need to be inside you."

You released him with a soft pop, crawling back up his body. He captured your mouth in a sloppy kiss, flipping you onto your back.

His hands hooked under your knees, spreading you open.

"Jermajesty—"

He positioned himself at your entrance. "Tell me you want this." (consent is key!)

"I want this baby. I need you."

He pushed forward, filling you completely.

You both moaned, foreheads pressing together. He stayed still for a moment letting you adjust.

Then he started moving slowly with deep thrusts that made your toes curl.

"I missed this," he groaned against your neck. "I Missed being inside you."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Go faster please."

He obeyed, hips thrusting forward.

"Look at you," he says, and his voice is wrecked. "Taking it so good, baby. So good for me."

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his grunts.

The headboard knocked against the wall.

"Right there—" You gasped. "Don't stop."

"I've got you, mama."

Your nails scratched down his back and his angel shifted hitting your g spot and that made your eyes roll back while you clenched around him.

"This what you needed?" His thumb rubs your clit. "This what you were thinking about while I was gone?"

"Yes," you gasp. "Yes, Jerm—" you feel it coming. (literally)

"I'm gonna cum," you whimpered. "So close."

"Cum for me."

Your orgasm crashed through you. You cried out his name, body arching off the mattress.

He did the same seconds later burying himself deep as he came inside you.

For a moment neither of you moved but then he collapsed beside you, pulling you close.

Your heart pounded against his chest. His fingers traced patterns on your hip.

"Welcome home," you murmured.

He kissed your forehead before you both cuddled and went to sleep happy to be in each other's arms again.

[cndybliss]

FUCCK BASHIR & FUCCCK NETFLIX

[strawberrykittymp3]

ALERT THE TROOPS‼️JERDADA HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE

MEEEEOW i honestly loooove the bawld look😮‍💨😮‍💨

[uh444]

thats #my man fr

[rctteddiaries]

i need more of jermajestyyyy

[strawberrykittymp3]

oh yall im so horny i genuinely need this man like air i don’t think yall understand how bad it’s getting (credits to sirenblunt on tt for the vid!!)