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Tumblr girls ♡︎ Michael Jackson (the most) ꪆৎ
husband! jermajesty jackson x reader headcanons
jermajesty as your loving husband!
content warnings: mdni, mostly fluff, slight nsfw, reader wearing lingerie is mentioned, he’s just a sweetheart, mention of him being possessive of the reader
a/n: i made this at 2 am so pls give me some grace. the reader doesn’t necessarily have a race but i imagined them to somewhat be black. its just for fun and mostly self indulgent but i hope all of you can enjoy!!
٠࣪⭑ jermajesty spoils you too much. he’ll buy you anything you ask for. especially when you randomly text him an screenshot of something you see on tiktok, like a candy box or big teddy bear.
٠࣪⭑ jermajesty always cooks for you. even if you tell him you’ll make dinner for that night, he will wait till your busy for a moment before starting on it himself so you don’t have to. though sometimes you help him.
٠࣪⭑ jermajesty is very possessive. he always keeps an arm wrapped around you when you two are at events. one time, jaafar complimented your outfit, and jermajesty gave him the meanest side eye. of course you laughed about it and kissed his face all over.
٠࣪⭑ jermajesty loves to see you in anything revealing. of course it’s for his eyes only. but, he’ll take you to victoria’s secret just to let you pick out lingerie. when you get back to your apartment, he takes pictures of you in each set. he says he isn’t obsessed, but you both know he is.
٠࣪⭑ jermajesty loves to be posted on your instagram. in most pictures, he’s showing off his wedding ring. he loves the idea of letting the world know that he’s all yours til death do you part.
٠࣪⭑ jermajesty is kind of a nerd when it comes to video games. one time, you brought up how you wanted to play Mortal Combat 1 when it released and he immediately began to explain how it all started, and how it got to where it is now. you and him also went to randy jr’s halloween party as sora and kairi from kingdom hearts one year.
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Sleepy
Jermajesty x Reader
Summary: You get sleepy and Jermajesty notices it
The living room is dim, the TV casting a soft flicker across the couch as you lay up beside your boyfriend Jermajesty. Whatever’s playing is clearly not the main event your attention keeps drifting, your eyelids getting heavier with every passing minute.
You try to fight it at first. A quiet blink. A slow stretch. Then another yawn slips out before you can stop it.
Jermajesty notices immediately.
“Mm.” His voice turns light, teasing he tilts his head toward you without taking his eyes off the screen. “Sleepy?”
You mumble something under your breath, but it doesn’t really deny anything. Your head just leans a little closer to his shoulder like it’s decided for you.
He smiles, softer now. “Yeah, I thought so, sweetheart.”
Another yawn hits you, and this time he gently bumps your shoulder with his. “Hey,” he murmurs, amused. “You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, angel.”
You don’t respond just blink slowly, settling in like you’ve already accepted defeat.
“That’s what I thought,” he says quietly, voice warm with affection under the teasing. He shifts a little so you can rest more comfortably. “C’mere, pretty thing. You can knock out. I got you.”
You don’t argue. You just let your head rest against him, eyes finally closing properly as he keeps talking in that low, easy tone like he’s not going anywhere.
Long Day
Jermajesty x Shy! Reader
Summary: Jermajesty coming home from a long day and just being clingy with you because he misses you.
The apartment was quiet when Jermajesty finally walked in.
He shut the door behind him with a soft sigh, dropping his keys onto the counter like he’d been holding the weight of the entire day in his hands.
You looked up from the couch. “…Hey.” That was all you got out before he was already crossing the room.
“Hi, pretty girl.” He dropped onto the couch beside you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him like he hadn’t seen you in weeks instead of just a day.
You made a small sound of surprise.
“Jermajesty—”
“No,” he muttered, burying his face into your shoulder. “Don’t ‘Jermajesty’ me right now.” You blinked. “…What?”
“I missed you."
That shut you up.
You softened without even thinking about it. Your hands slowly came up, resting awkwardly at first before gently settling on his back. “You saw me this morning,” you said quietly.
Jermajesty let out a dramatic sigh against your skin. “That was a crime.” You huffed a small laugh. “You’re being dramatic." “I’m being deprived.” “Of what?”
He finally lifted his head just enough to look at you. “My girl.” Your face warmed instantly “Your girl?”
“Mm-hm.” He tightened his arms again like he was making a point. “The pretty, shy, quiet one I like to bother.”
“Bother?” you repeated, weakly.
He smiled.
He shifted again, this time sliding his head into your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You stared down at him.
“…You’re really tired.”
“Long day,” he admitted softly. “Too many people. Too much noise.” Your fingers hesitated. Then gently ran through his hair. He melted instantly.
“Oh,” he whispered. “There she is.” “What?” “My favorite feeling.”
“Your hands in my hair,” he said simply. “Feels like I’m home.” Your chest tightened a little. You didn’t know what to say to that. You kept stroking his hair.
After a moment, he peeked up at you. “You miss me too, right?” You hesitated for half a second too long. That was enough for him. Jermajesty grinned.
“Aha.”
“I do,” you admitted quickly. “I just— I was fine. “That’s a lie.”
“It’s not—”
He poked your side gently. “You were counting the minutes.” “I was studying.”
“For what? Me not texting you enough?”
You huffed.
“You’re impossible.”
He sat up slightly, still holding onto your waist like he refused to give you any space at all.
Then pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You immediately looked away. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Making me blush.”
“I’m not doing anything,” he said innocently. Then kissed your other cheek. “This is just how I breathe.”
“Liar.” You tried to stay composed. You really did. Then he cupped your face gently. “Hey, mama.” You met his eyes. There it was again. That soft look.
The one that always made your shyness feel safe instead of small. “I’m home now,” he said quietly. “Okay?” Your voice came out softer than you meant it to. “…Okay.”
“Good.” He smiled. Then leaned in and rested his forehead against yours “Don’t let me go again tomorrow, yeah?” You hesitated, then nodded “…Yeah.”
Jermajesty’s smile widened. “Good girl." Your whole face went warm instantly. “Don’t call me that.”
“No promises.” He pulled you back into his arms like he never planned on letting go again.

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M.JACKSON OFF THE WALL ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖ part one!
summary : after proposing michael planned a runway trip to ‘the most magical place on earth’
warnings : angst / mentions of vomiting for two seconds at the beginning, comedic fluff in the middle, smut, 18+, mentions of jerking off, first time sex ( m receiving! ), inexperience oral ( f receiving! ) , overstimulation. he literally talks about being inside you a billion times??? LMFAO,
a/n : well if you want a part three let me know??? this took me DAYS to think of a plot ( this was so filthy I apologize )
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you were staring at the beaming sunlight glittering onto the california road. meanwhile michael looked like he was going to hurl at any moment, he had already snuck out once and that was one thing. driving to another state for two days while his dad was on a ‘work trip’? he’s wondering if he will even be alive once his black shoes touches the marble floor, if he doesn’t make it back before he does. he wasn’t a crazy driver either, his brother’s took pride in teaching him to drive, but he wishes he just mustered up the courage to ask bill. to add to his list of worries he also stole a car out the garage…, and now he was pulling over?
“um michael?!” , you two were on the side of an public flower garden. he held his torso vomiting into the withered patch of grass, you came up behind him rubbing his back. “my goodness are you okay?”, he faced you blinking back the little tears in his waterline. “sorry I’m uh.. sorry” his voice quivered you hugged him tightly. “mikey if you want to turn-“ he shook his head no, “please don’t worry this is normal.. just got worried that’s all, I have a dance I need to perfect once we get back”.
his behavior wasn’t normal he has opened up about his father here and there but not much. if he does speak to you about it, afterwards he tends to drown himself in any form of ‘kiddy’ media to make himself laugh. of course you didn’t mind as you loved to watch or play games with him!, but part of you did get sad knowing the reasoning why he latched onto it in the first place. michael got back into the car you decided to drive the rest of the way, looking over he was fast asleep clutching one of your stuffed animals in his hand. it made you smile at the memory when he playfully begged you, if he could take one home. he just wanted to have your scent with him after a long day of working.
three hours later you two were checking into something called a ‘cinderella suite’. apparently it’s not an easy room to get, but when you’re obviously michael jackson that issue goes out the window. you were unpacking your bags, placing them in one of the big brown closets in front of the huge beds. michael was staring at the bathroom ceiling, it was accompanied with a very deep light up tub and stars engraved in the ceiling. you joined him leaning your head onto his arm.
“are you comfy?” his arm wrapped around your shoulder. “very thank you so much for this”, he immediately became bashful at your words. “of course I’m.. happy”, you shut your eyes a grin gracing your face. his soft voice melted your heart he was truly just a sweetheart. the fact he more than likely wrote this all out, just to plan for you made your brain feel like mush. “michael?”, he looked down at you. “we probably should eat”, for a brief moment he wanted to blurt out your surprise dinner plans. before you could process, he grabbed your hand running you out of the suite and into the park.
“michael!” he giggled, “it’ll be worth it promise!”. completely out of breath, you two were in front of a castle like restaurant. “god damn.. mikey jesus”, all you heard was an eruption of laughter. “well I hope you never have to run track, you’re worse than tito!” you side eyed him, “boy anyways! lets go my stomach is touching my back”. he poked your cheek before interlocking his hands with yours. this restaurant was… empty? “uh mike why isn’t there-“ he quickly turned to you, “I rented it out!” your eyes widened. it was not only humongous with nobody in here, but you knew michael was about to have a field day with the amount of characters in here.
so you’re about an hour in and you would think michael proposed to minnie, the way she has been miming away at your table. part of you wanted to yank the cast members plush head off, I mean it has to be hot as fuck in that costume. this was fine at first, you were fully immersed and enjoying yourself! it seems this minnie had other plans. every time she turned to you she put that furry hand up to her mouth like she was laughing, then entertained your loving fiancé to be by mimicking his dancing. one more damn spin and this plate of steak was about to go flying. not to mention michael has had a giggle fit since you were outside. which was making your sides burn, you both knew nothing was funny but his laughter was so contagious!
as if on que michael reached for your hand the lights in the room dimmed into a deep purple, a group of violin players were adjacent to the stage behind you. you latched onto him walking towards the cleared out floor, a warm hand wrapped onto your waist placing you in an slow dancing position. michael has always been a romantic, he doesn’t understand why someone wouldn’t. before you two even started dating, he would send you letters if he got too busy to call. which was rare because he loved being on the phone. he made sure to spray the paper in his perfume, adding freshly written poetry on the back of his letter just for you.
“sorry for taking so long, we both were trying to stall this is your surprise so.. surprise!” he stepped back to turn you, the soft music taking over the air. you couldn’t help, but press your head into his chest in embarrassment. he laughed pleasantly satisfied with you being the shy one, soon as he left your place he made a lot of calls to get this day to be perfect. you both remained slow dancing in this position, with your head now turned to watch the band play. “I hope I didn’t do um.. too much?” he whispered this lowly. you were quick to disagree, “michael I feel like a princess right now, I wasn’t expecting this at all!” you pulled yourself up to kiss him on the cheek, he returned to the shy man you’re used too.
he fought every urge to cover his face, “thank you so much mikey”. the music ended he paid the bill not before saying, he wanted to end the renting process early and he’ll pay for all the remaining customers. you both left hand in hand once again, the sun was setting and you noticed a ferris wheel. “oh my gosh can we get on that?”, he looked up to see what you were talking about. “of course but..” he tagged you, “last one there gets no cotton candy!”. his long legs took off running, “mike you cheated!”. you ran after him. now you both were panting onto the metal seat, you were resting against his shoulder. “haha no cotton candy for you!” you tickled his stomach earning a line of giggles out of him.
you looked out the window the sky was now covered in stars and a little fireworks show was outside. “mikey?” he turned to you, “can I have a kiss?” you don’t know why you felt shy now, but it may have to do with michael taking charge of the day… which was making you throb. he nodded pulling you onto his knee, in his usual fashion he kissed you slowly. his long fingers were gently rubbing your thigh once more. you squirmed and trust me he noticed, his heart was hitting his chest so hard. he knew what tonight was going to involve, and although he was excited he was terrified.
sneaking back home after leaving your place the house was empty which was rare but perfect. he walked into his brother’s room, taking out every single lewd magazine he could find. he wanted you to be pleased, so if he had to sneak and study until everybody got back home so be it! he was on the carpet floor, a page with a woman nude laying doggy style on camera caught his eye. it didn’t make him hard, because of her body instead he was trying to imagine your pussy. was it pink like he saw the one time he accidentally, put his brother’s porn vhs tape into the tv? maybe it was more brown like? he has seen that in magazines before, was your labia tucked away or was it puffy and visible to the eye? the more he thought the stiffer he got, which meant a trip to the bathroom.
only thing that was heard was whining his back was sweaty pressed against the cold wood, his hand just wouldn’t stop moving. he wanted to know, he needed to know. he got you the prettiest ring in the store that very morning to propose like he promised. he felt so dirty doing this but he couldn’t lie to himself, he wanted to be inside you so bad. taste you even if he doesn’t know how, he figured you’ll at lease teach him.. right? his breathing hitched it was far from an consistent pattern. he pleaded with himself, “I need… god please forgive me- i ne- nngh”. before he knew it that ‘sinful’ substance coated his hand again. he pulled his boxers and pants back up, grabbing a towel to clean up his mess landing on the mirror this time. he ran into his brother’s room afterwards, placing each book back where it was. he felt like something was happening so he jumped back into his bedroom.
he was right his family was back home he assumed they thought he was sick sense, he did mention he was going out to get ‘some cold medicine’. his mother entered the room turning the light on, “‘michael?”. she sat onto the bed turning him over by the shoulder, “oh goodness you really are sick, you face is burning up and..”. she touched his forehead, “you’re sweating! don’t worry mother will make you soup”. she walked out the room cutting the light back off. he stared at the ceiling in disbelief of what just happened, he decided it was probably time for a long shower.
micheal was sitting on the bed of the suite. meanwhile you were panicking in the bathroom, trying to figure out what color lingerie you should wear. one was red which was one of his favorite colors.. ,but the other was purple which was also his favorite color. you huffed to yourself and just went with red. it was a teddy style lace piece, it wasn’t as sheer as the purple. once you two got off the ferris wheel and returned here, michael changed into pajamas. he was now laying across the bed, eyes shut tight trying to remember everything he took notes on and read.
you walked out the starry lit bathroom, all the lights in the room were off besides the gust of light from the moon overshadowing the floor. it was very dark but enough for you to see each other. you stood in front of michael the scent of your lotion took over his thoughts, he sat up his wide hands holding your hips. “this is beautiful”, he dragged his fingers along the lines of the lace. “you think so?.. I was so stressed in the store picking it out” he laughed. “why?”, you pouted for a brief moment looking down at the honey colored floor panel. “I didn’t think you would want me”. his brows furrowed in genuine confusion, “what?” he covered his face blushing intensely into his palms. your hand was then held up, he ran his finger across the heart shaped diamond wrapped around you.
“you’re insane, I can tell you a story of me not wanting someone”, he kissed the top of the gemstone. your face reddened at his actions, “look.. my first time, that wasn’t actually a first time! because I kinda..”. both his palms found their way onto his skin again. “god this is so embarrassing!”, you shook your head, placing your hand onto the back of his neck. “my first girlfriend I guess..? she had said all this sexual stuff on the phone and invited me over”. he sighed “so long story short I was there on the bed and um.. she started to undress the button on my top but I just covered my face”. you giggled trying to imagine this. “I just wasn’t prepared!, she left I know she probably hated me for that”. you pecked his forehead.
“well michael” you removed his hands off his face, leaning over his body with an arch in your back. the lace panties now clinging to the little major wet spot. “how do you feel now?”, he avoided eye contact his mouth was watering and dry all in one. “I.. want to see you”, you tilted your head. “see what mikey?”, your voice sounded so sweet now he had to explain himself or maybe… not? he pressed his finger above your clit. your eyes enlarged at his boldness. “oh I see”, you pulled his finger down to the wet pool on the cloth. “you want to see my pussy michael? how dirty of you” , he winced at your words too embarrassed to say anything. pulling the lace set off you let it rest onto the floor, “all yours” . he didn’t know what he was expecting, but somehow you were how he envisioned in his mind.
a wad of wetness was tangled around your outer labia, if he were to just spread it apart the hidden build up from tonight would reveal its self even more. “it’s pretty”, he got off the bed getting onto his knees. “may I?” , you nodded he held your legs apart with his hands as he smooched up and down your slit. a chain of wetness connected against his lips. “michael-“ , his doll like eyes looked up at you. he slid his mouth onto your clit, slurping you slowly yet sloppily. for this to be his first time doing this, it damn sure didn’t feel like it. “so.. hmph! good”, you practically could feel him grinning midway. a pop! sound was made as he pressed his lips away from your pussy.
he lifted you onto the bed. you straddled him as he sat down, his back against the headboard. he felt your slickness, against the fabric of his pajama pants. you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands finding their way on both sides of your ass. you two were being so messy. his tongue was taking up all your air. it felt like he was kissing you faster the more eager he got. you raised yourself back a familiar string of spit connected you both once again. “I can’t wait any longer”. you laughed getting off of him , arching yourself onto the edge of the bed. swiftly removing his pants and boxers, he was behind you rubbing his pre drenched cum tip against your entrance.
his skin prickled in heat sparks it was only a brief moment, but does this feel this warm?, “michael you can go ahead” you giggled at his hesitation. he pushed himself inside of you, you’d be the first to admit he was wide and took a little getting used to but with how much you were turned on? you truly didn’t mind one bit. “fuck”, it was such a small thing micheal cursed of course but his voice was so needy something you hadn’t heard before. he very slowly thrusted into you. “you’re so w..warm, this is so tight”, he was whining so much with every single pump. “I don’t wanna stop I can’t-“ he honestly didn’t have any thoughts in his mind only sensations. it was like the warmth of your pussy was a feeling he hadn’t felt before, but in combination with the feeling of your spongey walls? he couldn’t stop talking.
“I love your-“ he has to stop himself but he can’t what the hell is happening? , “…pussy this is so good my god- I’m s..so sorry this is so v..vulgar”. you were gripping onto the golden bedsheets for dear life, you were crying just as much as he was but for a different reason. not only were you being stretched out, but he was moving so fast and whimpering about being inside you so much. all you wanted was to hear him forever. you were so soaked and trust me you could hear it. everytime his dick pushed in all you could hear was smacking noises rutting back into you, messy globs of clear stickiness latched onto your thighs. “ you’re so hot on the inside nngh- it feels so g-good”, the bed was dipping from creaking so loud.
you were drooling onto the sheets not really having any thoughts either, a white gooey rim was frothing up. you couldn’t even protest, man… this really did feel good. michael leaned his slender body over your back kissing the top of your ear, “I know this is a lot m’sorry”. little droplets of sweat ran down the crease on your back. he was so overstimulated fucking you was starting to be too much, “I gotta.. stop before I-“. he knew cumming inside was a horrible idea so why can’t his hips stop moving? “ah! mikey.. you-“ he felt like a bee in honey, his teeth sank into your shoulder pulling himself out before you two would be having a new addition.
he rolled himself onto his back, only thing visible was stars. “mikey?”, you panted placing your hand on his chest “you okay?”. he grinned breathlessly nodding. “yes”, you bent yourself over with the little energy you had mustered up, kissing his tip until he came in your mouth. “what- oh!” he cried out softly until his cum hit the back of your throat. you collapsed onto his body, “you did amazing”. he laughed, “ I feel exhausted” the bed shifted then it REALLY shifted.
“um michael?!” he pulled you into his arms as the wood panel holding the mattress in place, hit the floor. “well so much for aftercare”, you two couldn’t stop laughing. luckily everyone working went home, so you’d have time to explain this in the morning. “how about we take a bath?” , he said between giggles you nodded holding hands as you went into the bathroom.
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Michael headcanons blurbs
As bill brays daughter.
Warnings: kissing, fem!reader, down bad Michael, set in the summer of 1975.
A/N: I swear these were supposed to be headcanons..
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ꜜ♡⃕ needy.ᐟMichael who doesn't easily take no for an answer
Hushed whispers and Michaels eager pacing, were the only audible sounds coming from your bedroom. You sat at the edge of your bed. Hands nervously picking at your nails.
"No way! This is trouble."
His pacing comes to a stop, walking over, ever so carefully. As if to not scare you away.
"I promise this'll all work out fine." he murmured, slowly grabbing a hold of your shaky hands.
Falling to his knees in front of you.
He was so close now, his sharp floral scent flowing to your nostrils.
Why'd he have to make it so hard?
"I don't care if bill doesn't approve, I wanna give you all my lovin', Is that so bad?"
"Mickey.." you whisper, flustered at the thought of something real. Not just the teasing from the Jackson brothers, nor the yearning glances you've convinced yourself to mean nothing.
But something, wholeheartedly real.
A strained groan fell from his throat "I know, I know. But I just can't help it no more.." Impulsively holding onto your face. stroking your cheek, as you lean into the palm of his hand. "Ion wanna help it."
Your lack of protest gave him the confidence to lean in, Feeling his soft lips brush yours, sent goosebumps to your skin, you shove the need for him down,
the guilt overbearing.
You leaned away hesitantly. Regret washed over Michael's face. the thought of losing you, scared him more than ignoring the love burning in his chest. "I'm- I'm sorry. Gosh I'm sorry- just tell me to stop. Please tell me to stop, so I can get over this... get over you." His voice cracked,
so whiney.
That was it. You couldn't deny yourself anymore. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips. he shifts into you, trailing his hands from your face, to the curve of your chest, and onto your hips.
"My pretty girl" Michael praises, hand resting at the low of your waist. "you don't know what you do to me." Only quiet whines escaped your mouth, buzzing with excitement at his words.
"You're mine now."
ꜜ♡⃕ smitten.ᐟMichael who overly spoils you. despite trying not to be obvious, he could never deny his girl.
"Mickeyyyy" you purred, holding up a game of twister. "Can we get this one too?" You questioned softly, although already putting said game into the cart.
"You already picked out 5 bored gam-"
Jermaine was quickly cut off.
"Of course we can." Michael blurted, interrupting Jermaine's brainless remark.
"Oh I see, my little brother's all smitten by the young lady." Jermaine chuckles, along with Jackie and Tito.
Michael couldn't help the blush creeping onto his cheeks, no way to defend himself.
"You're all annoying" you state, trying not to sink into the floor.
ꜜ♡⃕ Sneaky.ᐟclingy.ᐟ Michael who can't help but love the adrenaline of getting caught.
Makeout session in his room? He'll leave the door cracked, just enough for anyone to walk by and see exactly how close in "friendship" y'all are.
Always sneaking you away from the others, trying not to be suspicious.
You and Michael sat at the edge of the pool, legs halfway in, Cooling you down from the bright summer sun. Latoya and rebbie yelling at the boys to not get their hair wet.
"Why wear a bathing suit if you ain't gonna get in?" Randy questions innocently.
"Oh shush ran" rebbie groaned wishing she had more sisters than brothers.
Hayvenhurst, encino. Was chaotic, around this time the most.
Always some argument or gossip between the Jackson's, something gliding over your head, barely missing your face.
You loved it.
Michael looks over at you, more than once, thinking how different it'd be if they knew. maybe he'd be holding your hand, telling you how much he adored having you over, his girl. Sitting with him by the pool mindlessly.
Reading his mind, You push a wet curl out of his face
"are you thinking too hard again, Mickey?" You whisper teasingly, adding to his anguish. Michael doesn't respond, instead pushes himself up off the floor, walking towards the sliding doors, before turning to you.
"Applehead, could you help me with something in the kitchen?" the corner of his lip is already lifting into something far from innocent.
You wonder what he'll pull out of his sleeve, Slyly following him inside and towards the kitchen.
"Are you alright?" before you could ask again, his hands were already on you. Guiding you back until you hit the kitchen island, causing A shriek to escape you.
"Michael! Are you crazy?" He shushed you with his lips, you could feel him smile against you, soft giggles in-between even softer kisses. tangling your hands in his dripping curls, slowly forgetting how out in the open you both were.
Your movements are turning more, and more passionate, the smell of chlorine, surrounding you, and the marble island cold against your lower back.
"Don't you hate it?" He asked after each kiss, You almost missed what he said, too occupied to listen. "Hm?" Humming a question, he stops his movements, "I mean, don't you wish we could do this with everyone around?"
"Everyone is around" you state, looking around at the very open kitchen, with a big family like Michaels, anyone could walk by at any second.
He frowns at your sarcasm "ya know what i mean." His slender hands never leave your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles over your stomach.
"Angel face, you wouldn't be this confident around the others." He looks truly offended by that, you laugh at his attempt to convince you he's not the shy Michael you've grown to love.
"I'm quite the lady's man, ya know!" He
exclaimed
"oh really?"
"Yes! Well no, you know what I mean, if I could- no, when I can. I'll kiss you anytime and anywhere!"
Your laugh was cut off by footsteps approaching, voices getting louder and louder each step, Eyes widening at the familiar voice of your father.
Michael pushes off of you, quickly grabbing a paper towel, suddenly focused on cleaning a stubborn spot on the counter, his ears have turned completely red. Hands slightly shaky,
Oh yes, mister confident.
ꜜ♡⃕ Sneaky.ᐟclingy.ᐟ Michael who disspite the many times you've almost been caught, he'll never learn.
You had dragged your father to take Michael and you to the store, your mind set on buying way too much junk food,
"it's not a fun sleepover if you wake without a stomach ache, of course!" You blurted, stepping into the car,
Great convincing.
Michael and you both sat on a window seat,
Comfortable silence filled the car, before Michael decided he couldn't wait any longer.
Scooting closer to you every 10 seconds,
You pretend not to notice. That is, until his thigh was touching yours, he intertwines his fingers with the hand resting on your thigh.
You pray your father is as oblivious as you think he is, because you don't want to push Michael off, and you don't.
Michael looks up, making sure bill isn't glancing at the rear-view mirror, with a clear view shot of
the handholding going on with his daughter.
He's too busy driving to notice anything,
he thought, giving his focus back to you.
"Michael. Joseph. Jackson, get your paws off my daughter."
This definitely wasn't the store trip you had planned.
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First time writing fiction, probably not the best, But this blog is for shytz n gigglez.ᐟ
Lemme know if I mischaracterized anyone.
Jermajesty Jackson x fem!reader
Relationship Headcanons
WARNINGS: Bad writing, enjoy!
・❥・you laugh around each other constantly. Stomach curdling cackles that send pain throughout your body. His laugh starts gently, soft as your laughter fills the room. It’s not until you’re rolling on the floor that he gets as hysterical as you. The littlest things become hilarious when you two are in the presence of each other.
・❥・his jackets are essentially your jackets. Your closet is filled with a variety of different colored coats as time between you two passed by. Green, blue, black, red and your ultimate favorite, his brown leather jacket. It fit around your upper body heavily. Large, but so snug. And even though Jermajesty complains to you about his dwindling number of jackets, he secretly loves that you feel so comfortable with him to the point you’re willing to wear them in the first place. Doesn’t matter if you stole them. It wasn’t until you fell asleep on his shoulder with his brown jacket enveloping you that he decided you could take anything he owned from that point forward.
・❥・His camera roll is filled with pictures he discreetly took of you. Lots of them with your bonnet sliding off your head in deep slumber. Others of you eating, on your phone, or just unironically being you. They were raw to him. His best friend and lover stuck forever in a photo he’d cherish forever. When he’d sit in his room, mind racing as he was stressed out, he’d open his camera roll and just skim through your pictures. A faint smile plastered his face as he admired you.
・❥・When Jaafars steady rise to fame came by, Jermajesty took the time to private every single photo of the two of you out of respect for your relationship and you as a person. Growing up in the most famous family in history, he knew just how berserk people got over others’ personal lives. If it was up to him, he’d show you off to the world if it meant they could see his reason for existing. But his feelings didn’t matter if your safety was compromised. He loved you dearly.
・❥・He loved listening to you rant on and on about your interests. It was like a sweet melody to his ears. In the morning, you’d talk. In the evening, you’d talk. At night, you’d talk. You’d call him at 3 in the morning just so you could tell him about the things you enjoyed. And no matter how exhausted he was, he always listened. Phone pressed to ear as he sighed at the sweet voice on the other end of his phone.
・❥・At the beginning of your relationship, he was hesitant to commit entirely to what you guys had. Scared to love you, hold you, admit that he couldn’t live without you. His previous relationship ripped a hole in his chest. The girl he thought was his world betrayed him. Cheated and bruised him entirely. Before dating you, he was scared for himself. When he saw you or heard your voice, his heart would beat restlessly. You were perfect, and that was a major problem to Jermajesty Jackson. He wanted so badly to tell you how he felt. To tell you how much your laughter kept him up at night. But every time he felt he was close, he’d freeze. The echo of an ache he wasn’t prepared to experience again felt all too fresh.
・❥・you loved resting your chin on his shoulder. Such a small gesture felt so intimate to you. Whether you were in the comfort of your own home, at his house, or in public, your head would find itself resting atop his shoulder. He’d softly laugh to himself before bringing his hand up to pet your head.
・❥・Coordinated outfits were your thing. Pajamas, formal wear, costumes, you name it. On certain days, he’d call you to ask what you were wearing for the day. What top, what bottoms, what shoes, how were you styling your hair? He dressed accordingly because he liked the idea of matching with you. It didn’t matter if you weren’t spending the day together. It was enough to know he was matching with his lover. If you were wearing a red outfit, he’d put on a red outfit.
・❥・You liked eating junk food when you weren’t around Jaafar. Chips, Cookies, fast food, soda, if it were in your proximity, it’d be eaten. Jermajesty hated your eating habits. When he’d come over to your house, he’d cook a lovely lean meal for you. Seasoned to perfection, cooked exactly how you’d want it. Sometimes it was something extreme, like pot roast, other times it was something simple, such as tacos. You treasured junk food. But the taste of your boyfriend’s food was better by a lifetime.
Wanted to do something simple since Jermajesty isn't getting enough love 💔
Exhaustion
era: mature!michael x reader
summary: It's 2005 and Michael just gets back from a trial, tired and in need of relief.
warnings: established relationship, dom!mj, cock warming, spit kink (im not sorry), spanking
a/n: gonna be a dabble but kinda filthy someone asked for this 🤭
You saw the front door open as Michael's tall figure slowly peeled through the door. You immediately pout as you looked over his face, seeing tiredness in his hair, exhaustion in his eyes.
You knew he just got back from the courthouse so you expected some type of different news. Maybe they realized they were the wackos and that Michael was innocent. Without words, you placed your book down and opened your arms up. Michael smiled softly as he loosened his tie. You looked over his black attire, he looked good but maybe it wasn't the right time.
He sat down on the couch with you, pulling you on top of him as he sighed.
"They hate me, Y/n." He mumbled into your shoulder. You pout more at his words as you rubbed his hair softly, not wanting to go over his wound. "Not everyone michael, you know what they want from you..." You kiss his forehead. You've known michael for over 20 years and you've never seen him this drained. The tabloids made Michael eat less, small bags appeared under his eyes as he didn't sleep with you anymore. You look at him before rubbing his face.
He wrapped his arms around your waist as he hugged you, becoming almost like the Michael you met. Very quiet and lonely. He noticed your pout as he tried to smile again. "Don't look like that... you'll end up staying like that." He spoke softly, causing you to laugh at his response.
"You still gonna stare at me?" "Of course." Michael rubbed his hands around your waist as he continued to stare. "You don't think I did anything, do you?" "Michael you're talking crazy of course not. I've literally been your girlfriend and wife for over 20 years. If anything the case would have been about me." He shook his head as he chuckled.
"I guess you're right." He looks away. You look at him before speaking again. "I think you need to get this off your mind..You look good." You smile as you keep rubbing his face, kissing him.
He hummed against your lips as he raised his hands to hold your face. He licked your bottom lip as his tongue begged for permission. You hummed as you opened your mouth more sliding your tongue out and fighting with his.
You make out with him, softly grinding against him as you felt his bulge poke your butt. Michael groaned as he kissed you harder, spit dripping from both of your mouths as he pulls away. "I don't want to fuck.." Michael whispered as he rubbed your face.
"Can I just be inside you?" He kissed your neck as you grinded against him. "What do you mean?" "I just wanna feel your warmth...'just wanna sit inside the one person who sees me in my purity."
You bit your lip to the thought, nodding as you slide your shorts off as Michael unbuckles his slacks. He pulls his dick out, hard and perfectly standing as you slide your panties to the side.
As you sat back down, he slid inside you perfectly. You always called him your match-made in heaven the way his tip just hit your gspot. You gasp softly as you took him all the way, wrapping your arms around him as you kissed him.
Michael gripped your ass as he slid his tongue into your mouth again, licking all over your mouth as his spit coated your mouth. You moaned as you swallowed his tongue almost, whining as he smacked your ass.
" 'so pretty baby, im so lucky for you." He whispered before kissing you again and again. He bit your bottom lip as he spanked you again. " 'love you so much." As he spoke, spit covered your lip. You lick over your lip before saying "I love you more." His cock twitches inside you, him looking up at you.
" 'feel so good wrapped around me.." He kissed the corner of your lips. He kissed you over and over before shifting, his cock moving deeper as you pant softly. "Michael..." You cursed under your breath as your thighs softly shook.
"Just never leave okay? You promise?" You nodded hard as you pulled him close. "I promise."
I didn't know how to end it but I hope you like this anonymous 😁.
˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Comforting Michael
♡ ────── ♡ ────── ♡
pairing(s): Michael x reader
summary: after his motown 25 performance, Michael struggles with insecurity and you comfort him
content: angst with comfort, kissing, emotional vulnerability
wc: ~400
The dressing room was quiet with a heavy atmosphere as I entered. Michael was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.
I hurry over and touch his shoulder, “Michael, baby, what’s wrong?” I hated seeing him like this. He’s too hard on himself and pushes himself to death. But that will always be Michael. A perfectionist.
He finally lifts up his head, eyes red and tears streaming down his face. “I messed up and I practiced so hard, but it still wasn’t enough.”
I scrunch my face in confusion, “Where? Your performance was absolutely fantastic as always, love.”
He puts his hands over his face hiding from me. “No, no. I was supposed to stay on my toes longer but I just couldn’t hold it.”
I kneel down in front of him on my knees and reach up and slowly take his hands away from his face. “You’re to hard on yourself,” I smile softly and cup his cheeks, wiping his tears away with my thumbs.
“Listen to me, everyone loved your performance. I’m telling you when I was sitting in the crowd everyone was going crazy. They loved it.”
He scrunched up his eyes and frowned, “it sill wasn’t enough.” I couldn’t help but get teary eyed, I wish he could see himself the way others see him.
“Michael, look at me,” he slowly lifts up his head. “When I say this I mean it, you showed these people something they’ve never seen before. No one could keep their eyes off you. It wasn’t perfect to you, but that’s ok you have all the time in the world to get it down. And I will always be here for you. On the good days and the bad ones. I love you so much.” The tears I was holding finally let go as I gave him a soft smile.
He stared into my eyes before he set his lips on mine. The kiss was soft at first, but deepened as his hand settled against my jaw. My fingers slipped into his curls, gently threading through his hair as our lips moved together. We slowly pulled away our foreheads resting together.
“I love you so much more, you have no idea baby. You always know how to bring me back,” he smiles softly and caresses my cheek.
I smile and peck his lips, “I’ll be here forever and always Michael.”
a/n: hello lovelies ♡ this is just a short little something I came up with. i know Michael was really hard on himself and it breaks my heart so this scenario kinda entered my head. i hope you enjoy :)

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following up on the mature michael voice notes...being able to hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, his pants and underwear slide down
and you know he has a way withwords, he'd talk you through everything. you're getting wetter by the second. hearing him gasp and curse while he strokes himself. describing the position he wants to have you in, what he imagines you wearing if you haven't told him already, i could go on
do you think his voice would get deeper during the horny voice notes, or would he tease you with his softer tone instead?
this is so hot, i feel like depending on his mood and where he is, he’ll probably make his voice deeper just to get you horny cause he knows how much you love his real voice. he also knows how much you love his softer tone, especially when it gets breathy and yearning for you. he knows how much you love it whenever he pleads for your attention especially whenever he’s away from you for so long. he wants you to imagine him being on his knees for you, taking care of you while he holds off from taking care of himself first. your pleasure makes him feel so good. which is why when he’s close, he’ll moan out your name, telling you in different ways how much he misses you.
𝐏𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄
𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐜: 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟓𝐤
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬… 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
jermajesty was never the jealous type, at least not openly. he wasn’t loud about it. didn’t argue in public, make a scene, didn’t do the insecure boyfriend act either. which only made it worse, because when he got jealous, he got quiet.
you noticed it the second he walked into the lounge. the lighting inside the rooftop afterparty was dim and gold, music vibrating softly through the walls while people dressed in designer clothes crowded around tables with drinks in their hands.
you sat curled into the velvet booth beside malik, the athlete you’d spent the last two weeks working with on a campaign shoot. he was funny, charming, easy to work with. and unfortunately…very touchy.
“no, because you definitely laughed at me during that scene i could see you clearly,” malik grinned, one hand resting lightly against your waist while he talked.
“because you forgot your line twice,” you laughed.
“once.”
“mmm…. twice.”
you smiled into your drink right before movement near the entrance caught your eye. jermajesty. your stomach flipped instantly. black button up slightly unbuttoned at the top, jewelry catching under the low lights, curls pushed back while he scanned the room.
then his eyes landed on you. and stopped. you felt the shift immediately. because his expression didn’t change much… but his jaw tightened slightly the second he noticed malik’s hand still resting against your waist. oh.
malik noticed him too. “that your man?”
“yeah,” you answered softly.
before malik could respond, jermajesty was already walking over. he had a hung of confidence to his walk, which somehow made your heart beat faster.
“there you are,” he said once he reached the booth.
his voice was smooth as ever, but you knew him well enough to hear the edge underneath it. you stood up immediately.
the second you did, jermajesty’s hand settled naturally against your lower back, pulling you into his side before he finally looked at malik.
“what’s up, bro.”
completely polite and completely controlled at the same time.
malik nodded back casually before removing his hand from your waist. “you made it.” “barely,” jermajesty answered.
but his attention was already back on you.
like he was silently trying to figure out how annoyed he actually was.
“you look good,” you smiled softly.
his eyes moved over you slowly.
the black dress hugging your body suddenly felt significantly shorter under that stare.
“yeah?” he murmured.
you nodded once.
his hand squeezed lightly against your waist.
“you seem like you’re having fun.”
there it was, the jealousy. subtle enough that nobody else would catch it. but you did. immediately.
“i was,” you answered carefully.
one eyebrow lifted slightly.
“was?”
you tried not to smile.
because jealous jermajesty might’ve been your favorite version of him.
malik stood up after a second, clearly feeling the tension.“i’m gonna grab another drink.”
“bet.”
the second he walked away, jermajesty looked down at you fully now.
“having a good time with your little friend?”
you laughed softly. “my little friend?”
“mhm.”
“you’re jealous.”
“i’m observant.”
“same thing.”
his jaw tightened just enough to make you grin harder.
especially when his hand slid lower against your waist, pulling you impossibly closer in the middle of the crowded lounge.
“you think this funny?” he asked quietly.
you looked up at him innocently. “kinda.”
his tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek while he stared at you.
completely unreadable.
“alright.”
that was it, just one word. but something about the way he said it made heat crawl straight up your spine.
you should’ve stopped smiling after that look he gave you.
really. because now jermajesty was fully in that quiet mood.
the one where he barely spoke but kept his hand on you constantly like he needed the entire room to know exactly who you belonged to, it was affecting you more than you wanted to admit.
the rest of the night blurred together under dim lights and expensive drinks while music played through the lounge. every time somebody came up to talk to you, jermajesty somehow ended up standing closer.
closer than usual. with his hand against your thigh beneath the table. fingers hooked loosely around your waist whenever you stood up.
and malik definitely noticed.
you caught the look on his face at least twice.
especially later in the evening when everyone moved closer toward the dance floor area.
“you wanna dance?” malik asked casually.
before you could answer, jermajesty looked up from his drink.
silence. just complete silence. but the look in his eyes? lord.
you swallowed hard. malik immediately cleared his throat. “or not.”
“smart choice,” jermajesty muttered under his breath.
“jer,” you laughed softly. “what?” he finally looked over at you. “i didn’t say nothing.”
yes he did. with his entire face.
you shook your head trying not to smile while malik awkwardly excused himself toward another group nearby. the SECOND he walked away, jermajesty leaned back against the booth staring at you.
“you enjoying this?”
“enjoying what?”
“him touching you all night.”
your eyebrows lifted slightly. “you mean while i was working?”
his jaw tightened again.
“don’t do that.”
“do what?”
“play innocent.”
you took a slow sip of your drink before answering.
“i think you’re overreacting.”
that made him laugh once.
not nicely either.
“am i?”
you held his gaze for a second too long.
because you knew exactly what you were doing tonight.
and maybe a small part of you liked seeing him jealous because lately work had been pulling him away from you more and more.
late nights, missed dates, half-finished conversations before he checked another text or call.
you missed him. and maybe tonight you wanted him to feel that a little too.
“you barely paid attention to me this week,” you admitted finally.
his expression shifted immediately.
just slightly, but enough.
“baby—”
“i’m serious,” you cut in softly. “every time i called you were busy. every time we went out you were distracted.” the tension between you changed instantly now.
less playful and more honest.
jermajesty stared down at the drink in his hand for a second before looking back at you.
“so this was revenge?”
“i didn’t say that.”
“you didn’t have to.”
silence stretched between both of you while music pulsed around the lounge.
then slowly, he reached over and tilted your chin toward him gently.
“you think i don’t pay attention to you?” he asked quietly.
your heart betrayed you immediately. because now he was looking at you like you were the only person in the room.
“sometimes,” you admitted.
his thumb brushed softly along your jaw.
“that’s impossible.”
heat rushed straight through you.
god. this man.
jermajesty leaned closer then, voice lower this time.
“i noticed every guy in here staring at you the second i walked in.”
your breath caught. “noticed him touching your waist too.” his hand slid along your hip slowly while he spoke.
“noticed that dress immediately.” your stomach flipped violently.
“jermajesty…”
“no,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “you wanted my attention tonight? congratulations.”
the look he gave you after that nearly made your brain stop working entirely.
“you got it.”
the tension between you followed all the way out of the lounge.
every touch from jermajesty felt heavier now, intentional.
his hand stayed low against your back while he guided you through the crowded rooftop, barely speaking to anybody that tried stopping him on the way toward the private elevator.
that almost made it worse. because when jermajesty got quiet like this, you never knew exactly what he was thinking.
the elevator doors closed behind both of you with a soft ding.
silence, thick silence.
you leaned back lightly against the mirrored wall while jermajesty stood in front of you loosening the rings on his fingers slowly, eyes still fixed on you.
“you still mad?” you asked softly.
his jaw shifted slightly.
“i’m thinking.”
“that sounds scary.”
that finally made him laugh under his breath.
small, barely there. then he stepped closer.
your heartbeat immediately picked up.
“you know what your problem is?” he murmured.
“what?”
“you think you can tease me all night and i’m just supposed to sit there calm.” heat crawled up your spine instantly.
“i wasn’t teasing you.”
one eyebrow lifted.
“baby.”
okay maybe you were a little.
his hand settled against your waist again, pulling you closer until the front of your dress brushed against his black button up.
“you looked real happy with him touching you earlier.” you swallowed hard. “you were ignoring me.”
“so your solution was making me jealous?”
you looked up at him innocently. “did it work?” that dangerous look returned immediately.
“you know it did.”
the elevator suddenly felt way too warm.
jermajesty’s fingers tilted your chin upward before he kissed you again. slower than before. deeper too.
the kind of kiss that made your thoughts blur together almost instantly.
your hands slid up against his chest while he pulled you flush against him, one hand firm against your waist, the other brushing slowly along your thigh beneath the slit of your dress.
not enough to cross the line, just enough to make your breathing uneven.
“jer…” you whispered softly against his lips.
“mhm?”
“you’re being mean.”
he smiled slightly against your mouth.
“and you love it.”
unfortunately.. he wasn’t wrong.
his lips trailed briefly along your jaw, then lower toward your neck while your fingers tightened lightly against the front of his shirt.
the low music from downstairs still echoed faintly through the elevator walls, but all you could focus on was him.
his cologne.
his hands.
the way he looked at you when you got flustered.
“all this because i wanted your attention,” you laughed breathlessly.
he pulled back just enough to look at you.
“baby,” he murmured softly, thumb brushing against your hip, “you’ve always had my attention.”
the honesty in his voice hit harder than the jealousy ever did.
and somehow that made the moment feel even more intimate.
by the time the car pulled into jermajesty’s apartment building, the tension between both of you had become unbearable.
neither of you talked much during the drive. just stolen glances and lingering touches.
his hand resting against your thigh while soft music played through the speakers.
every time his thumb brushed against your skin, your stomach flipped all over again.
the second you stepped inside his apartment, jermajesty locked the door behind you quietly.
then looked at you.
really looked at you.
the city lights poured through the massive windows behind him, gold against his skin while he loosened the cuffs of his black shirt slowly.
“come here,” he murmured.
you barely made it two steps before his hands found your waist again, pulling you against him like he’d been waiting all night to do it properly.
his mouth crashed into yours immediately.
deeper this time, all the jealousy and tension from earlier melted into something warmer now, something heavy and addictive that made your head spin.
your hands slid up into his curls while he backed you slowly against the kitchen island, kissing you like he still had something to prove.
“you know how crazy you had me acting tonight?” he muttered against your lips.
you smiled breathlessly. “you survived.”
“barely.”
his forehead rested against yours for a second while both of you caught your breath.
then his fingers brushed slowly along the straps of your dress, eyes dragging over you again.
“this dress was ungracious by the way.”
you laughed softly. “you liked it.”
“too much.”
his lips moved along your jaw again, slower now, while your fingers tightened against the front of his shirt. the quiet sound that escaped you made him pause briefly before smiling against your skin.
“yeah,” he murmured. “that.”
heat rushed through you instantly.
everything about jermajesty felt overwhelming when he got like this. calm voice. slow touches. the way he paid attention to every reaction you gave him like he was memorizing it.
he pulled back slightly after a moment, just enough to look at you again.
“you still think i don’t pay attention to you?”
your chest tightened a little at that.
because beneath all the teasing and jealousy, you could still hear the sincerity in his voice.
you shook your head softly.
“good.”
his thumb brushed against your cheek before he kissed you once more, slower this time, while the city lights glowed around both of you and the rest of the world faded somewhere outside his apartment windows.
jermajesty kissed you slower after that, like the jealousy from earlier had finally softened into something more affectionate.
“you know you drive me crazy, right?” he murmured softly against your lips.
you smiled a little. “you were handling it pretty well earlier.”
“baby, i was one waist touch away from losing my mind.”
your laugh melted into another kiss when he pulled you closer again.
everything about the moment felt warm now.
intimate.
his hands moved carefully along your hips while your fingers traced slowly across the back of his neck, both of you taking your time like neither of you wanted the night to end too fast.
jermajesty looked at you differently when the teasing stopped. softer.
like he was completely locked in on you.
“c’mere,” he whispered.
he guided you gently onto the couch beside the windows, kissing along your jawline while you curled closer into him. the quiet sounds of the city below mixed with soft music still playing somewhere in the apartment, making everything feel slower somehow.
your fingers slid underneath the collar of his shirt while he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand resting securely against your thigh.
“pretty girl,” he murmured softly, brushing his nose against yours afterward.
the nickname made your stomach flip every single time.
you smiled shyly and he immediately noticed.
“there you go again,” he teased quietly.
“what?”
“getting nervous.”
“because you keep staring at me.”
“can you blame me?”
heat rushed to your cheeks while he laughed softly under his breath before kissing you again.
the rest of the night blurred into slow touches, tangled legs on the couch, quiet laughter between kisses, and jermajesty holding you impossibly close like he was making up for every distracted moment from the past few weeks.
𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑
𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘀𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻/ 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆
𝘄𝗰: 𝟰,𝟴𝗸
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being best friends with jaafar came with two things automatically: constant chaos… and constant access to his family.
at this point, you were basically part of the furniture in the jackson house. nobody questioned why your shoes stayed by the front door or why alejandra texted you more than some of her actual children.
you’d known them forever.
which was exactly why this was becoming a problem.
because jermajesty jackson was not supposed to suddenly look this good.
“you listening to me?”
you blinked, snapping your attention back toward jaafar sitting across from you on the kitchen island.
“…huh?”
he narrowed his eyes immediately. “wow. fake friend.”
“sorry,” you laughed awkwardly. “what were you saying?”
“i said we’re going to that party friday.”
“oh. yeah okay.”
jaafar kept staring at you suspiciously for another second before grabbing a drink from the fridge.
unfortunately, that gave you the worst possible opportunity.
because the second he moved, you saw jermajesty walk into the kitchen.
and lord help you.
gray sweats hanging low on his waist, black compression shirt, curls messy like he’d just woken up, muscles flexing along his arms while he rubbed sleep from his eyes.
completely unfair.
your brain genuinely stopped working for a second.
which apparently he noticed immediately.
because one corner of his mouth lifted slightly the second your eyes met.
“morning,” he said.
you cleared your throat way too fast. “hi.”
smooth.
real smooth.
jaafar turned around holding his water bottle. “bro tell her i’ve been talking for like ten minutes.”
jermajesty glanced between both of you before smirking.
“she probably got distracted.”
your stomach flipped.
“by what?” jaafar asked.
“who knows.”
that smirk stayed on his face just long enough to make heat rush straight to your cheeks.
oh he knew exactly what he was doing.
you quickly looked down at your phone trying to act normal while jermajesty grabbed coffee from the counter beside you.
too close.
way too close.
his cologne hit you immediately and suddenly remembering how to breathe became difficult.
“you okay?” he asked quietly.
you looked up.
big mistake.
because now he was leaning against the counter watching you with obvious amusement in his eyes.
“why wouldn’t i be?”
“you seem nervous.”
“i’m not nervous.”
“mhm.”
you hated him.
actually no.
worse.
you liked him.
and apparently your body had decided now was the perfect time to betray you over it.
jaafar walked back over completely oblivious. “anyway, i told her we’re leaving around nine friday.”
“cool,” jermajesty nodded.
then casually,
“what’re you wearing?”
your head snapped toward him instantly.
“what?”
he took a sip of coffee without breaking eye contact. “to the party.”
“uh…” your brain stalled. “i don’t know yet.”
“wear black.”
jaafar frowned immediately. “why are you picking her outfit?”
jermajesty shrugged lazily. “just helping.”
helping. right.
the dangerous thing about jermajesty was that he flirted like it was nothing.
subtle enough that nobody else noticed.
obvious enough that you nearly lost your mind every time.
and somehow it had gotten worse over the last few months.
the random compliments, the lingering touches, the staring.
God, the staring.
sometimes you genuinely thought maybe you were imagining it.
until moments like this happened.
“wait,” jaafar suddenly narrowed his eyes. “hold on.”
your heart stopped.
he looked between both of you slowly.
“why are y’all being weird?”
panic. immediate panic.
“we’re not?” you answered too quickly.
jermajesty looked completely calm beside you. “you’re dramatic.”
“no.” jaafar pointed between you both suspiciously. “something just happened.”
“literally nothing happened,” you laughed nervously.
silence.
then jermajesty suddenly reached over your shoulder, grabbing the bag of chips behind you while leaning close enough for you to stop functioning entirely.
“relax,” he murmured low enough for only you to hear.
your stomach flipped so hard it was embarrassing.
then he walked out of the kitchen like he hadn’t just ruined your entire morning.
jaafar blinked after him.
then slowly turned back toward you.
“…why are your ears red?”
“they’re not red.”
jaafar stared at you from across the kitchen island.
“they iterally are.”
“it’s hot in here.”
“the air is on.”
you grabbed your phone immediately, standing up way too fast. “okay well i’m leaving because this conversation is annoying.”
“oh my god,” he gasped dramatically. “you ARE acting weird.”
you pointed at him while backing toward the hallway. “you’re delusional.”
“and you’re sweating.”
“bye, jaafar.”
his laugh followed you all the way upstairs.
unfortunately, so did your embarrassment.
because now you had to spend the next three hours pretending you weren’t losing your mind over your best friend’s brother leaning close to whisper in your ear.
pathetic actually pathetic.
you flopped dramatically onto the guest bed in the jackson house and buried your face into the pillow.
this crush had officially become a problem.
especially because jermajesty clearly knew.
and instead of being normal about it…
he kept making it worse.
...·.·*.✵.*·.·...
friday night came way too fast.
music already echoed through the huge hollywood hills house before you and jaafar even got inside. luxury cars lined the driveway while people in designer outfits crowded near the pool with drinks in their hands.
typical l.a. party.
“stay near me,” jaafar yelled over the music while walking inside.
“i’m not five!”
“you kinda act like it.”
you rolled your eyes before immediately fixing your dress for the hundredth time.
you ended up wearing black like jermajesty suggested.
which honestly felt like another mistake.
because the second you walked into the house, his eyes found you instantly from across the room.
and didn’t move.
your stomach flipped violently.
he stood near the kitchen talking to a group of people, all black outfit, chains resting against his chest, one hand holding a drink while the other stayed tucked casually into his pocket.
too attractive. actually offensive at this point.
“damn,” one of jaafar’s friends muttered beside you. “you clean up nice.”
“thank you,” you laughed.
but before the conversation could go further, jermajesty suddenly appeared beside you.
“there y’all are.”
there y’all are.
like his eyes hadn’t been locked on you from the second you walked in.
jaafar handed him a drink. “she almost made us late changing outfits fifty times.”
“worth it,” jermajesty said immediately.
your breath caught.
jaafar completely missed it.
“anyway,” he continued, “i’m getting food. y’all want anything?”
“nah.”
“i’m good.”
the second jaafar disappeared into the crowd, silence fell between you and jermajesty.
dangerous silence.
he looked you over slowly again before shaking his head.
“you trying to kill somebody tonight or what?”
heat rushed straight to your face.
“please stop talking.”
he laughed softly. “why? you nervous again?”
“you make me nervous.”
the words slipped out before you could stop them.
both of you froze.
oh no.
your eyes widened immediately while jermajesty stared at you like he couldn’t believe you actually admitted that out loud.
“i do?” he asked quietly.
abort mission.
abort immediately.
you grabbed the nearest drink off the counter. “i’m actually gonna go find jaafar now.”
he caught your wrist before you could escaped.
your heart nearly exploded.
“wait.”
you looked back slowly.
and suddenly the party noise around you felt distant compared to the way he was looking at you.
completely focused, completely unfair.
“you really get nervous around me?” he asked again, voice lower this time.
you swallowed hard. “sometimes.”
his thumb brushed lightly against your wrist.
“why?”
because you look at me too long.
because every time you touch me i forget how to think.
because i’ve liked you for months and it’s becoming unbearable.
instead you whispered,
“you know why.”
that look in his eyes changed instantly.
for a second neither of you moved, then you heard a creak in the floor.
both of your heads snapped toward the hallway.
jaafar stood there holding a plate of food, staring directly at jermajesty still holding your wrist.
silence.
absolute silence.
“…what am i looking at?” jaafar asked slowly.
jermajesty let go of your wrist immediately.
too immediately.
you wanted to disappear through the floor.
jaafar stood in the hallway staring between both of you while jermajesty slowly let go of your wrist like nothing happened.
too casual, way too casual.
“…what?” jermajesty asked calmly.
jaafar frowned. “why’d she look scared when i walked up?”
“because you came outta nowhere,” you answered quickly.
“like you were in a damn horror movie,” jermajesty added.
you glanced at him briefly.
thank god he was good under pressure.
jaafar still looked suspicious though.
“okayyy…” he dragged out slowly. “whatever.”
he took another bite of food while staring at both of you for another second.
your heart was beating so hard you thought he could hear it.
“anyway,” jaafar shrugged. “y’all coming outside or what?”
“i’ll be out in a minute,” jermajesty answered.
“cool.”
and just like that, he walked off back into the crowd.
the SECOND he disappeared, you exhaled so hard it almost hurt.
“oh my god.”
jermajesty laughed quietly beside you. “you panicked bad.”
“because you were holding my wrist like we were in a romance movie.”
“you liked it though.”
you opened your mouth then closed it again.
because unfortunately… he wasn’t wrong.
his smirk deepened instantly.
“yeah,” he murmured. “thought so.”
you looked away quickly, suddenly very aware of how close he was standing again. the music from downstairs vibrated through the walls while colored lights flashed faintly across the kitchen.
people laughed somewhere outside near the pool. but in here? everything felt quieter.
“we should probably go back before he gets suspicious,” you muttered.
“he’s already suspicious.”
“…true.”
that made both of you laugh softly.
then silence settled again.
jermajesty looked at you for a second too long before speaking quietly.
“you really get nervous around me?”
your stomach flipped remembering what you admitted earlier.
“maybe a little.”
“why?”
you looked up at him slowly.
“because you flirt with me all the time.”
“and?”
“and you know exactly what you’re doing.”
his eyes darkened slightly at that.
“maybe i like seeing you nervous.”
heat rushed straight to your face.
“that’s evil.”
“probably.”
you hated how easy it was to stand here with him like this. how every conversation somehow turned into tension without either of you trying.
or maybe trying too much.
his hand brushed lightly against your waist then. small touch. barely there.
but enough to make your breath catch instantly.
“jer…”
“what?” he asked softly, stepping closer. “you want me to stop?”
the answer should’ve been yes. instead you stayed completely still. which apparently told him enough.
his hand settled more firmly against your waist now, pulling you slightly closer until you could smell his cologne again. warm. expensive. distracting.
your heart pounded harder the second his eyes dropped briefly to your lips.
“you know what’s crazy?” he murmured.
“what?”
“i’ve been trying not to do this for months. your breath caught.
“do what?”
he didn’t answer right away.
instead his fingers tilted your chin up gently before he kissed you.
soft at first, like he was testing whether this was real.
then the second you kissed him back, something shifted completely.
the tension that had been building for months finally snapped all at once.
his hand tightened slightly at your waist while yours grabbed the front of his shirt instinctively, pulling him closer. the kiss deepened slower this time, warm and addictive and making it impossible to think straight.
you could feel him smile briefly against your lips when you moved closer into him.
“see?” he whispered softly between kisses. “nervous.”
“shut up.”
he laughed quietly before kissing you again, slower this time, his thumb brushing along your hip beneath the fabric of your dress.
every touch felt unfairly gentle.
intimate in a way that made your chest ache.
outside the kitchen, the party still roared on completely unaware while jermajesty kissed you like this had been on his mind for way too long.
it probably had.
jermajesty pulled back just enough to look at you, both of your breathing uneven now.
the music outside the kitchen walls suddenly felt too loud.
too many people and too much risk.
his thumb brushed slowly against your waist while his eyes stayed locked on yours.
“come with me for a second.”
your stomach flipped immediately.
“where?”
one side of his mouth lifted slightly. “relax.”
easy for him to say.
still, you followed him anyway.
which was probably another terrible decision.
he led you quietly through the crowded hallway, fingers loosely hooked around your hand whenever people got too close. every once in a while someone stopped him to talk, but his attention kept drifting back to you like he couldn’t help it.
that alone nearly ruined your ability to think.
eventually he pushed open a quieter bathroom near the upstairs hallway and locked the door behind both of you.
the second the click sounded, your heart started racing again.
“jermajesty…”
“what?” he asked softly, stepping closer.
the bathroom lighting was dim, gold against his skin while the bass from downstairs vibrated faintly through the walls. suddenly the space felt very small.
very warm.
you looked up at him nervously. “if jaafar catches us—”
“he won’t.”
“you sound very confident for somebody risking his life right now.”
that made him laugh quietly.
“worth it.”
your breath caught again.
he stepped closer until your back lightly touched the counter behind you, hands settling carefully at your waist. slower this time, more intentional. like he wanted to take his time.
“you know how long i’ve wanted to kiss you like that?” he murmured.
you swallowed hard. “how long?”
“too long.”
his lips found yours again before you could answer. it felt deeper now.
your fingers slid into his curls instinctively while he pulled you closer against him, hands tracing slowly along your waist and hips beneath the soft fabric of your dress.
every touch made your pulse jump.
the tension between you had stopped feeling playful minutes ago. now it felt dangerous.
his mouth brushed briefly along your jaw before he kissed your neck slowly, and the quiet sound that escaped you made him pause for half a second.
“…there it is,” he murmured against your skin.
you covered your face immediately out of embarrassment. “stop talking.”
he laughed softly, pulling your hands away gently.
“you’re cute when you get shy.”
“you’re annoying.”
“and you still followed me here.”
you hated how right he was.
his forehead rested lightly against yours afterward, both of you catching your breath while the party carried on downstairs completely unaware.
for a second everything felt still.
until loud footsteps suddenly echoed somewhere outside the bathroom door.
both of you froze instantly.
“jermajesty.” jaafar’s voice called from the hallway.
I'm pissy asf af she looks NOTHING like me 😭😭😭✌🏾
Whole family love them some snow bunnies
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i saw one of jermajesty insta post and he had a geek bar in the background and i was just thinking like getting high with jermajesty or just smoking with him and he shot guns like OMGG please make that a fic😋
A/N i hope you like this i don’t smoke and i felt so stupid writing this😭 also thank you @melaninjoys for helping me direct this in the right direction 🫶🏼 as it’s always the case with jerdada something took over me
MDNI 18+
Meowww imagine
You’re sitting on his lap, enjoying the comfortable silence of the evening, lightly playing with the curls in the back of his head , overall just having a nice quiet moment with Jermajesty, making him company as he rolls a joint and starts smoking
Now you don’t even smoke, not like him at least, maybe a couple of times before, but it wasn’t really your thing, him on the other hand, he had been smoking for a while, which of course, begged the question
“Have you ever shotgun a girl before?” you ask all so suddenly, taking him by surprise
“Where’s this coming from?” he asks before letting some smoke out of his mouth
You shrug “I don’t know, have you?”
He chuckles putting a hand on your thigh “I don’t believe i have baby girl” he says, now with a slight smirk on his face “Why? want me to shotgun you?” his hand moving up and down your thigh as he takes another long drag off the joint. His eyes fixed on you
“What?”
“M’ just asking” he takes the blunt back to his side “There’s definitely a reason why you’re asking, you never ask just to ask” he pulls you impossibly closer “So? want me to shotgun you?”
You nod, a little too eagerly earning a small chuckle from him
“mmm” he hums nodding his head. He suddenly pulls you into a kiss, your lipgloss is all over him as the kiss turns more intense.
He pulls away, taking drag of the blunt, but this time, he pulls you softly but firmly by your neck you part your lips instinctively as he shotguns the smoke into you. Your mind feels fuzzy, your knees are weak, even thought you’re sitting you feel like you might fall.
Once he’s done, he has a hazy smile on his face, definitely pleased with himself, his hand previously on your neck falls from the curve of your breasts to your waist. Before he can say anything cocky to you, you pull him by the chain hanging on his neck into a kiss, hungrier this time, he naturally pulls you from sitting on his lap, to fully straddling him.
“You’re horny when you’re high” he says holding your hips down as you grind on him “Imma get you high more often”
Your clothes disappear on a whim, in a matter of seconds he’s desperately fucking you right there on the backyard couch, one hand around your waist, the other one holding the blunt out to you, you can barely take it in your mouth from how hard he’s pounding into you <3
And don’t even get me started on how he ate you out, practically begging you to tangle your legs around his neck (blowing smoke on your pussy as he fingers you, wait who said that?)
Thank god for weed.
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝
𝐰𝐜: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤
the night had been good to you.
really good. the kind of good that made you forget cameras even existed.
you and jermajesty had spent the evening bouncing around los angeles together, grabbing dinner, walking through a few stores, and talking about absolutely nothing important.
𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉 ʚ𖦹ɞ
Michael Jackson x Sweet!Reader
Synopsis: Michael was well known for staying up late late into the night. Often making phone calls to talk to people when he was lonely. After a long night in the studio he had come by the Sweet's Shop you worked at. He had seen you through the glass mopping up the floors and had somehow managed to get you to open up the doors for him... it wasn't that hard. Era: Start of Bad Era Content/ Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF! Tooth rotting fluff. Word Count: 2.5k
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Michael's stomach grumbled as he left the studio. He had gone practically the whole day without eating, and now he was starving at 12:02 in the morning. No where would be open, and he didn't feel like trying to make himself a quiet dinner back at Hayvenhurst. Bill opened the car door from and and he slid in, his stomach letting out another loud grumble. Bill chuckled a bit and got into the driver's seat.
"You need to eat something, kid." He looked at him.
Michael nodded, "I know. I know. But it's too late, nowhere is going to be open." Michael sunk into the seat, his mind thinking about how good some candy or something sweet would be right about now.
Bill thought for a moment before looking at Michael, "I might know a place, but I can't promise it'll be open. And it's not food food."
Michael raised an eyebrow, "What is it? Plastic food?" He crossed his arms, irritation inching into his voice.
Bill laughed a bit, "No, it's sweets."
"Drive."