alexa play everything pinka by monaleo

Yessss I #need that. Hope you enjoy tehe ♡

Daddy’s Home.

Jermaine Jackson x reader

Synopsis: Jermaine comes to visit reader after a while and reassures her about his feelings before having a dirty little exchange.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, use of the word “daddy” and other terms like “angel”, music playing, teasing/edging, verbal, a little long, not proofread

Word count: 2,702

Genuinely love him so much 🤤

He’s so FINEEEEE I CANTTTT 😫

Making me wanna write again….

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meanie

summary: after a day of you and Jackie taking petty shots at each other, you tease him about his age, causing him to snap.

contains: usage of ‘y/n’, 18+! mdni! age gap, power play, brat taming, face-grabbing, overstimulation, forced begging, petnames: daddy ( used once)

notes: i was working on my Jermajesty headcannons and my phone glitched and this was request was the only thing that popped up on my screen and it cracked me tf up

you and Jackie have been going back and forth all day, it wasn’t serious it was just petty little arguments but you had been pushing his buttons just a little too hard.

“oh please i don’t want your old man dick anyway” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned to walk out of the kitchen

“what did you just say?” the legs of Jackie's chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up. you didn't even make it to the living room before he caught up, his heavy footsteps closing the distance instantly.

his arm wrapped around your waist like a steel band, dragging you back until your back was completely pressed up against his chest.

“nothing” you murmured and looked away from from him

“no baby repeat that” he said as his free hand came up, clamping around your jaw. he squeezed just enough to force your lips to pucker, trapping your gaze and tilting your head up to face him

“i didn’t say anything” you muffled against his grip

“i got something for your ass”

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“ngh-fuck! i’m sorry!” you cried out as you kicked your legs, desperately trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

Jackie had you pinned flat across his lap. his forearm was locked down over the small of your back, crushing you to his thighs so you couldn't move an inch. he was already working two fingers inside you, driving into your pussy aggressively at a relentless, punishing pace that had your pussy completely swollen and you gasping for air.

“your what?” he murmured, he kept his hand buried deep, slowly curling his fingers upward inside you, deliberately hooking against your sweet spot.

“say it again” he taunted softly, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down with agonizingly perfect pressure. “tell me what you don't want”

“Jackie please!” you gasped out, a loud, helpless moan tearing from your throat as his fingers hit that spot again

you bucked your hips instinctively, twisting and thrashing against his lap. gou kicked your legs out, your free hands grabbing blindly at his thigh, desperate to find some leverage to push yourself up and out of his hold. but Jackie barely even shifted. he ignored your struggles completely, his forearm staying locked, keeping you firmly pinned to his legs.

“please what?” Jackie asked, his tone maddeningly calm compared to the frantic mess you were becoming

instead of letting up, he continued his relentless pace. his fingers drove in and out while his thumb kept up that agonizingly perfect pressure. you let out another loud moan, your face turning to the side as your nails dug into the fabric of his jeans.

“I take it back! I swear!” you begged, squirming wildly

“you sure?” he mocked, a edge of satisfaction in his voice as he felt you tremble against him. “sounds like you're taking this ‘old man’ just fine”

he didn't stop. be kept you trapped right there on the edge, refusing to give you an ounce of relief or a second to breathe, drawing out every frantic squirm and every breathless, desperate beg until you had no choice but to completely surrender to him.

“I can’t it!- I can’t take it! i can’t!” you cried out, your voice breaking as a violent shiver ripped through your entire body

you thrashed against his lap, your hips bucking frantically, trying to escape his fingers. uour hands clawed at his denim, your knuckles white as you tried to pull yourself forward, but he still wouldn't let you budge an inch.

“s’too much! please Jackie! please!” you sobbed out, a high, breathless moan escaping your lips as his thumb swiped hard across your clit.

the knot building in your lower stomach was unbearable, bordering on painful in the absolute best and worst way.

“too much?” Jackie grunted, his fingers curling deeper, hitting that sensitive wall inside you over and over until you were sobbing even more “you were talking so loud a minute ago baby, where’d all that mouth go?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you begged, your head rolling to the side as you squirmed wildly now, completely unraveled, tears of sheer frustration and pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes. “please, I wanna cum... please baby!”

with a sudden tug, Jackie pulled his slick fingers out of you, making you gasp out loud and just as quickly, the weight of his forearm left your back so without his grip holding you up, your trembling, overstimulated muscles gave out completely. you slid right off his lap, tumbling helplessly onto the floor and landing hard on your knees at his feet. you panted heavily, your forehead resting against the edge of the couch as your body shivered

Jackie leaned down, his hand clamped tightly around your jaw again, his fingers digging into your cheeks to force your head back

“look at you” he cooed “all that attitude, and you’re already begging on your knees…now, what exactly are you going to say to me?”

“I’m sorry” you choked out, your face still squeezed tightly in his palm as you stared up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “Jackie, I’m sorry…I don’t wanna wait anymore…please fuck me”

Jackie let out a chuckle and slowly let go of your jaw, his fingers trailing down your neck before he leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs slightly

“work for it” he said and patted lap

the desperate ache between your legs driving out any remaining shred of pride. you eagerly scrambled up from the floor onto your knees between his thighs. your hands were trembling so badly you could barely get a grip on the button of his jeans, but you managed, tugging the zipper down in a frantic rush

when you pulled his waistband back, his dick freed itself, already hard leaking pre cum, pressing up against his stomach

you straddled his thighs, you hoisted yourself up, your knees framing his hips. Jackie didn't offer a hand to help you, he just watched you with a heavy stare, his arms resting casually along the back of the couch, letting you do all the work

positioning yourself directly over him and slowly lowered your hips. abreathless, broken gasp came from your lips as he filled you in one long, agonizingly perfect stretch, your walls stretched to accommodate every inch of him until you were sitting completely flat on his lap.

you rested your hands on his shoulders, your body trembling as you tried to adjust, your hips twitched instinctively, but you were too weak and overstimulated to find a rhythm on your own.

“sig..” you whined, your voice cracking into a pathetic little whimper. you nudged your hips against his, silently pleading for him to take over. “please... I want your help”

Jackie didn't budge, he just kept his arms stretched out along the back of the couch, looking up at you with a smug smirk. “I told you baby. gou want it, you work for it. I'm just sitting here being an old man”

“you're mean" you choked out “you're so mean to me."

“then get off” he challenged

but of course, you couldn't. Instead, you let out a breathless, desperate sob and forced your weak legs to lift you. you pushed yourself up, sliding nearly to the tip of his length, before sinking all the way back down onto him

finding your grip on his shoulders, you started riding him, going up and down, your movements frantic, uncoordinated and at a desperate pace against him. the feeling of every downward stroke was sending tremors through your legs, but you were still barely hitting the spot you needed

Jackie watched your messy, uncoordinated rhythm for a few long moments before his voice suddenly cut through your panting breaths.

“you know, you’ve been pressing my buttons all damn day” he said eyeing you “running that pretty mouth of yours, thinking there wouldn’t be a receipt to pay. you really thought you could just say whatever you wanted and I’d just sit back and take it?”

“m’sorry” you gasped out, your head dropping against his shoulder as you pushed yourself up and sank down again, a broken whine escaping your lips. you couldn't even think straight anymore

“I’m sorry Jackie, please… I can’t do it by myself, help mee, I’ll be good I promise”

finally, his arms moved from the back of the couch and his hands came down, wrapping firmly around your ass

you let out a hopeful sob, expecting him to lift you and take control but instead, he just squeezed tight, locking your hips perfectly in place right when you were at the very top of a stroke. he held you there with only the thick tip remaining inside you

“help you?” he teased as you frantically tried to push yourself back down onto him, completely trapped by his grip. “I don’t know, baby, I think you're doing just fine on your own, keep going”

“I can’t!” you sobbed, your hands gripping even harder now. you tried to force your weight down, but his grip on your bum was absolute, keeping you maddeningly close to the edge without letting you sink onto him. “Jackie, please, I really can’t! my legs! m’gonna fall! please, daddy, please!”

the slip of the pet name seemed to finally break through his restraint. Jackie let out a sigh, his jaw tight as he stared up at your completely undone, tear-streaked face. “shit..” he muttered.

his hands tightened even more around your ass, his fingers digging into your skin as his posture shifted. he finally gave in.

Jackie lifted your hips entirely, pulling you up to the very tip before slamming you down onto his length with a force that knocked the wind right out of your lungs making a loud, distorted moan come from your throat

he took total control, his powerful arms doing all the heavy lifting as he drove you up and down against him. every downward thrust was so deep inside you until you could do nothing but cling to him for dear life, completely helpless

the sudden depth of his strokes completely overwhelmed you. he picked up the pace, he drove you up and down on his dick him with a brutal, relentless speed.

every time you bottomed out on his length, he seemed to find a way to push even deeper, hitting the absolute back of your walls until your entire body shuddered from the impact.

“Jackie!- oh god!” a string of high, breathless whines spilling from your lips.

you couldn't even form coherent words anymore. the speed of his hips underneath you was too much for you. every deep plunge caused a loud, echoing moan right out of your chest, your head tossing back as your fingers dug desperately into the fabric of his shirt.

“thought it was too much, baby," he said against your neck as his pace turned even faster. he wasn't giving you a single second to recover, driving you straight toward the edge with every deep thrust. “take it..take all of it”

you could only whine in response, completely helpless, your hips trapped in his heavy grip as he ruthlessly chased your completion.

your vision blurred as you finally pushed right over the edge, a violent, trembling orgasm completely gripped your body, your tight walls squeezing him in helpless, rhythmic waves.

the orgasm drained every remaining ounce of energy from your limbs. your legs gave out entirely, and you went completely limp in his hold, your body collapsing forward, you crashed against his chest, your forehead resting weakly against his shoulder, unable to even hold your own head up.

rven though you were entirely through, Jackie didn’t stop moving, he only slowed his pace slightly, but he kept up a steady, deep grind that kept you thoroughly pinned, drawing out desperate, broken little whines and exhausted moans right into his neck.

feeling you turn to absolute mush in his arms, Jackie let out a low, breathless chuckle. bis hands remained firmly on your hips, tilting you just right to catch that sensitive sweet spot with every slow roll of his pelvis.

“now you can’t even keep your head up…all the energy in the world to run that mouth.”

you mumbled a weak, incoherent protest into his shoulder, too exhausted to do anything but whimper as he gave another deep, lazy shove inside you.

Jackie gripped your hip a little tighter, a smug, wicked edge returning to his voice as he bottomed out

“not bad for some old man dick, huh, baby?”

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⋮ ⌗ 🏷️┆oral sex (f receiving), porn w no plot.

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"bye mama, bye daddy!" you call out, you stand at your bedroom window, leaning out with a bright smile as you waved, trying to keep your voice steady even as jackie's warm body pressed close to your behind while hiding from the window view.

his hands slide down and grope your ass firmly, squeezing and kneading while his lips pressed kisses along the back of your neck and lower before tugging your shorts and panties down just enough to expose you. his tongue traces slow, teasing lines over the curve of your ass from behind.

your mom waves back from the driveway. "make sure you lock all my doors at night!"

"and no boys!" your dad added on, getting into the car. "we'll call when we land. love you!"

“love y'all too!” you manage, biting your lip hard as jackie’s hands spread you gently and his mouth moves lower, kissing and licking with filthy intent while your parents car finally pulled away.

the second the taillights disappear down the street you let out a shaky giggle, pulled your window, turned around, and pulled your shorts back up while jackie rose to his feet with a wicked smirk, his eyes already dark with hunger.

"jackie you are so nasty," you giggle, pushing playfully at his chest. "right there while i'm talking to my parents? you couldn’t wait five more seconds?"

he laughs low and warm, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body against him. "i couldn’t help it, baby. you looked too good like that, got all that ass out f'me." biting his lip before leaning in to kiss you slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours until your knees felt weak while his hands found your your ass again, groping softly now.

it didn't take long for you to melt into the kiss, hands roaming over his chest. "you lucky they didn’t catch you back there."

“i'm too smooth to be caught, you know that,” he murmurs against your lips, nipping gently.

you stay like that for a while, kissing lazily in the now quiet house, bodies pressed close, hands wandering. you can feel how hard he is against your hip, but he’s patient, letting the tension build with every slow touch and whispered word between kisses.

you stay like that for a while, kissing lazily in the now quiet house, bodies pressed close, hands wandering. you can feel how hard he is against your hip, but he’s patient, letting the tension build with every slow touch and whispered word between kisses.

jackie eventually pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes soft and heated. without another word he scoops you up bridal style, strong arms holding you securely as he carries you the short distance to your bed. he lays you down gently on the mattress, following you onto it and hovering over you.

"i'm glad my parents are gone," you purred, smiling up at him as your fingers trace his jaw. "so we can do whatever we want."

jackie grins, "oh yeah? like what, mama?" he starts pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, then lower across your collarbone, taking his time as he works his way down your body.

you don’t really have an answer ready, your mind was already hazy from the way his lips felt against your skin, so you just let him continue, sighing softly as his mouth moves over the swell of your breasts through your tank top.

he peels the fabric up and off slowly, kissing every new inch of exposed skin until his hands slid down your sides, gentle but teasing, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

he hooks his fingers there and tugs them down along with your panties, sliding them off your legs and tossing them aside. you’re bare beneath him now, thighs parting naturally as he settles between them.

"like this?" he coos, voice husky, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. his eyes flick up to meet yours, checking in.

"yes," you breathe, nodding. "just like that, jackie."

he smiles against your thigh and takes his time, pressing soft, wet kisses closer and closer to where you need him. when his tongue finally drags a long, slow stripe up your wetness you let out a shaky moan, fingers threading into his fro. he hums in approval, the vibration sending sparks through you.

he circles your clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucks gently, alternating rhythms that make your hips twitch. one of his hands rests on your thigh, thumb stroking soothing circles, while the other slides up to cup your breast, playing with your nipple.

"oh my god, jackie." you moaned softly, surprised at how intense it feels.

jackie takes his time exploring you with his experienced mouth. he licks slow circles around your clit, then sucks gently, alternating rhythms that make your toes curl while one hand rests on your thigh, holding you open while the other strokes your hip reassuringly before he slides one finger inside you carefully, then another, curling them in a slow upward motion while his tongue keeps working your clit.

every lick feels deliberate and loving, like he's savoring you and teaching your body at the same time. the pleasure builds thicker and deeper than you’ve ever felt before, slow and steady under his skilled attention. your thighs start trembling around his head, soft whimpers leaving your lips.

the pleasure builds gradually, thick and heavy in your body, a warm pressure that keeps growing stronger and stronger as your breathing gets faster, your thighs start trembling around his head. it feels so good it almost scares you.

"j-jackie stop!" you whimper suddenly, voice shaky and urgent. "i think i’m bout’ to pee."

jackie doesn’t pull away immediately. he slows his movements but keeps licking you gently, fingers still curled inside you as he looks up at you with knowing eyes.

"that’s not pee, baby," he murmurs softly against your slick skin, his voice more reassuring than anything. "it's okay, let it happen. i got you. just breathe and let go f'me."

his tongue and fingers push you right over the edge. the pressure snaps and pleasure floods through your whole body in pulsing, powerful waves.

your back arches off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as you cry out his name, shaking and gasping through the very first orgasm of your life which felt overwhelming in the best way.

jackie stays with you through every shudder, licking you gently and softly until the waves finally start to fade and you’re left panting, body limp of aftershocks.

he kisses his way back up your body and pulls you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. "you okay?" he whispers, brushing your hair from your flushed face, his voice full of affection and pride.

boyfriend! jermajesty × black! fem reader

warnings, swearing, mention of the n word, mentions of smoking, suggestive

synopsis, in which you an jermajesty do the couples dictionary trend.

notes, wait please laugh guys because i lowk think im unfunny now. majority of these i actually use. the brown sugar one was going to be posted first but my thumbs took over and I dont what happened. [high key might take this down]

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i could listen to him talk all dayy

No. 

It probably would be easier, but that's not why I started writing in the first place.

I started writing Black reader fanfiction because I wanted to see myself in the stories I was reading. Growing up and even now, a lot of fanfiction felt like it was written with a white reader in mind, whether that was intentional or not. I wanted to create a space where Black women could open a fic and immediately feel like, "Oh, this was written with me in mind."

The hate doesn't change that.

For a long time, fanfiction has centered white experiences. White writers can write exactly how they want to write. They can describe blushing, someone's face turning red, gripping something until their knuckles turn white, running fingers through straight hair, or any number of experiences that are specific to the characters they're writing, and nobody expects them to stop and make sure every single reader can relate.

But when Black writers do the same thing, we're suddenly expected to make our stories "inclusive for everyone." We're expected to write in a way where anybody can insert themselves into the story, even though that same expectation has rarely been placed on anyone else.

That's the double standard I don't agree with.

Representation isn't about excluding other people. It's about creating something for a community that has historically had to search a lot harder to find itself in fanfiction. White readers already have countless stories where they can see themselves. Black readers deserve spaces where they don't have to imagine themselves into the story because they're already there.

So no, I don't plan on stopping. I'll keep writing the stories I wish I'd had to read, and hopefully they'll make another Black girl feel seen the way I wanted to feel seen.

Also, my stories are still public. I'm not stopping anybody from reading them. I

've had readers tell me they're Latino, Asian, and from all kinds of different backgrounds, and they still enjoy my stories because a good story is a good story. I write with a Black reader in mind, but if someone who isn't Black chooses to read it and enjoys it, that's completely fine.

If seeing a Black reader makes someone uncomfortable, I think that's something worth reflecting on. My story existing isn't the problem.

Black stories deserve to exist without constantly having to justify why they exist. I don't think Black writers should have to explain why we write Black readers any more than anyone else has to explain who they write for.

It's also about authenticity. I write from my own perspective and experiences, so naturally that's going to show up in my stories. I'd rather write something that feels genuine than try to water it down so it fits everyone. The specificity is part of what makes the stories feel real to me.

Seeing other Black writers made a huge difference for me. It showed me that there was space for stories like mine and encouraged me to start posting my own work. I hope my blog does the same thing for another Black writer who's thinking about sharing theirs.

At the end of the day, readers have choices. Fanfiction is huge. There are thousands of incredible writers out there, all writing different kinds of stories. Nobody has to read mine if they don't want to, and that's okay. I don't expect every story to be written for me either.

And honestly, I write for myself first. I write the stories I wish I'd had when I first started reading fanfiction. The fact that other people connect with them is something I'm incredibly grateful for, but the reason I started writing was because I wanted to create the representation I was looking for.

Lastly, I just want to show some love to other Black writers in the community. I'm going to tag a few of my favorites below. If you're reblogging this, feel free to tag some of your favorite Black writers too. I'd love for more people to discover them and support their work.

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Next Sunday

A/n: As a person in a religious guilt cycle should I be making this? No but God do I love this genre. And why is my writing style all over the place, I’m sick!

Contains: Preacher son! Michael, explicit content, strong language, religious! Reader, sacrilegious themes, secretly evil! Michael, manipulative themes, coercion

Now playing: Like a Prayer - Madonna

“Mmph, baby you look so good.” Jackie praises, lip in his mouth as he presses a hand into your lower back, arching you deeper.

You whimper, hands gone clammy as they helplessly grip at the sheets.

He was tearing your shit up, strokes slow and controlled while he leaned down in your ear, kissing at your neck. Every touch you felt from him feels hot and overwhelming, and it doesn’t get any better when you can feel his abs rubbing against your back while he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Shit sigmund,” you sob, pushing back at his abdomen with your hand. You can hear him smack his lips and feel him grab your arm and throw it back towards your head.

“Don’t put your hand right here again.” He mutters before smacking your ass, causing you to let out a cry. “You gon’ take all this baby.”

You sob, hating and loving how you could feel all of him everywhere. He was going so slow, yet you felt like you were gonna cum with every stroke he made, completely on the edge.

“S’too much sig,” you whine into the sheets, gripping at his biceps. “I know baby, but you can take it. You always do.” He encourages, grabbing your jaw before kissing it.

When in bed with Jackie, it gets nasty. Real nasty. It just so happens to be “calm” today.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, biting at your ear. “Takin’ all of me so good, girl.” He hums, lifting up again to grip at your hips.

“You like it slow, huh baby?” He taunts, tilting his head as he sticks his thumb in your pulsing hole, lifting one of your legs to hit you to the hilt as he licks his lips. You moan as his strokes become even deeper, pussy stinging as it continues to stretch, never fully getting used to his length and girth.

“Yes— hnng, shut up,” you pout, fucking him back weakly causing him to hiss, smacking your ass and biting his lip before soothing the sting by rubbing your cheek with a smug chuckle.

“Mmfn-“ he grins. “My freak,” he praises with admiration, “My nasty girl.” Smacking your ass once more before slightly speeding up his thrusts.

He leans down again to kiss the back of your neck; completely infatuated with you. He was pussydrunk and he couldn’t care less, you just felt too good.

Yeah, you had this nigga hooked.

A/N: I don’t really fw this but I had to write something bc he’s so sexy that’s literally dada #istillwantthat💔

kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3

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pairing: Paitent!Jackie Jackson x Nurse!Reader

Summary: Jackie was involved in an incident, and now he has a broken leg. After undergoing surgery, you are his nurse, tending to his injuries during his stay in the hospital.

Heads up ⋆ pure fluff, flirting, bubbly-ish reader, mentions of divorce

word count: 2.4k

Inglewood, California —— Centinela Medical Hospital ---- June 27th, 1984

6:54am

Another early Summer morning in California, you were on the way to the hospital to start your morning shift. The beams from the sun kissed your freshly showered skin. Work had started being a little more exciting the last couple of days, given you were assigned to Jackie Jackson.

You stepped inside the bustling hospital lobby, greeting your co-worker stationed behind the front desk. 

"Heyaa Y/N, Goodmorning, Jackie is asking for you."

"What? he's up? at this time of the morning?" You handed her your clock-in card, softly giggling.

"Yeah, up and ready to see YOU." she said punching a hole in your card and placing it in the 'IN' slot.

"Well he needs to wait, I need some breakfast first.."

You both shared a laugh as you began walking away, departing with a wave goodbye. Her voice rang through the spacious hall calling out to you.

"Well don't leave him waitin' too long!" She called out to you while you were walking away. You quietly giggled to yourself again headed for the stairs that led to the hospital basement.

Many of your other co-workers had already arrived and were taking time before officially starting their long 8 hours. You greeted your fellow morning shift co-workers with warm smiles on the way to your locker.

Looking down, you smoothed down your white nursing uniform, clearing any small wrinkles. On the way to the basement cafeteria, you clipped your name tag on your breast pocket.

You simply grabbed a hashbrown patty and a small cup of orange juice, something quick and easy because you didn't want to keep your beloved patient waiting.

After breakfast you headed back towards the lobby set for the elevator. On your way up, the elevator stopped to pick up someone on a different floor. It was your work friend, Evangeline.

"Hey..goodmorning," her tired voice greeted you, slightly perking seeing you.

"Hey Eva, long night?"

"Absolutely. I'm about to head out though. Your little friend was asking about you this morning."

"Lord Jesus, you're the second person to say that, I've only been here for 20 minutes." You leaned against the wooden cabin wall. "I hope someone brought up his crutches. I sent a request order yesterday."

"They are, they are outside his room." The elevator finally reached your floor with a ding. With a wave goodbye, you stepped out the elevator, never looking back. You continued down the quiet hall, hearing hushed conversations and low murmurs from the patient televisions.

Approaching Jackie's room, you placed a hand on the doorframe, then swung your body to peek in. He was propped up in the medical bed, looking out the giant window before your entrance drew his attention.

"Good morning!" you said, stepping into the room.

Jackie's face immediately lit up, seeing that pretty face of yours.

"Good morning, baby." His eyes chase you as you travel across the room to grab your stethoscope.

"I hear you were in distress this morning," You turned to face him, raising one of your eyebrows. "Why keep bothering these folk about me?" You walked back toward his bed, sitting on the side. His left leg was elevated inside a cast. 

“I'm sorry, I was just missin’ you.” He was too smooth for his own good. The exact reason why he was laying in this hospital bed.

You rolled your eyes before replying, deciding not to further entertain.

“Any pain this morning?” you said lightly tapping his cast.

“No sweetness, someone came by to give me my meds this morning.” 

With a nod, you slid the stethoscope ear tips in your ears. 

“Sit up, Jackie.” you murmured, your voice becoming hushed. “Deep breath.”

He sat up, leaning closer than he needed to as you slipped your hand under the back of his shirt. You pressed the diaphragm on his upper back listening for his breathing. 

“Again.” You could see him staring at you through your peripheral, a stupid smile on his face. 

You removed your hand from his back and moved to his chest. His hard sculpted body was warm against your finger tips as you traveled towards his chest. You once again listened, this time for his heartbeat. 

Your gaze met his, a smile spreading on your face. You removed the pieces from your ears and wrapped your stethoscope around your neck.

“Your heartbeat is awfully fast,” You teased him, rising to your feet. “I need to call someone in here?”

“No baby, you got me all worked up.” He said sitting back against the pillows.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you walked towards the door.

“Dont get comfortable,” You paused grabbing the crutches propped up outside his door. “We goin’ on a walk.” you said, revealing the crutches.

Jackie pressed his lips into a straight line, he didn’t like going on his daily walks, he wasn't used to walking with crutches, it slowed him down. 

“Aww poor baby,” offering a fake pout while walking towards his bed. You grabbed his hands, helping him out the bed, you offered support while he positioned his crutches under his arms. His grip was strong on your shoulder, lingering longer than it needed to. 

“You were just happy a second ago, what happened?” You lightly pulled away, walking backwards toward the door, letting him come to you. 

“I don’t really like these.” Jackie said fidgeting with the crutches before trying to make his way towards you.

“I know, that's why your last pair mysteriously went missing. I'm gonna find out who took them for you.” You said raising a fist at him.

He finally made his way over to you, slowly picking up pace. You both continued out the hallway, you adjusted your pace to match his faltering one. He was quiet while trying to focus on maneuvering his temporary fix.

“You’ll get better with time, you're gonna need these for a while.” You said staring ahead into the empty hallway. Sunlight was drowning you both in golden hue continuing down the long walkway.

“How long do you think exactly? Y’know my brothers are touring soon..I don’t want to miss..”

“Boy..you are in no condition to tour!” You said folding your arms. “You just got run over, you think you gonna be prancing and gyrating all over these stages..? No. At least, not right now.” 

Jackie let out a chuckle. 

“Gyrating?” He said looking at you.

You hummed at his confusion.

“Yeah. I saw you during the Triumph Tour.” You eyed him up and down before he looked away continuing to laugh.

After a while of letting him practice, you headed back to his hospital room, letting him take his time. Offering small sayings of encouragement as he continued to progress. You helped him back into the bed. It was acts like this that he deeply appreciated from you, being taken care of despite what he is going through and why. You elevated his leg again, he enjoyed every touch from you. Every single one is soft and filled with care. Jackie sighed finally getting back reacquainted in his comfort. 

The rest of your morning was spent in and out of his room. While handling your task, JAckie kept himself busy watching television or reading the stack of magazines on his bedside.

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11:26am

This time you walked into his room, you had a lunch tray of food for him, it was also your time to sneak away and grab a snack. 

“You gonna behave if I send someone to look after you while I go eat?” You said placing the tray on his bed. 

“I could.” He smiled, reaching for the tray. 

“See you in a bit.” a warm smile on your face before walking out the door. 

Jackie watched you until you weren't visible, he loved the way that uniform hugged your body, or the sound of your pretty voice greeting him in the mornings. Something about you… had him so intrigued it made it almost want to stay in the hospital longer.

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Over the next couple days you would continue the same routine with Jackie, the two of you growing closer. Today when you started shift, he wasn't awake this time, you peeked in his room to see that handsome face, his features softened by his unconscious state. 

You stared longer than you needed to, a smile spreading on your face. You snapped out of your trance hearing the elevator ding down the hall, just another nurse that worked on your floor. 

You offered a smile as she walked past, trying to make yourself seem less suspicious. Looking back at Jackie, you decided to enter the room anyway, figuring you’d get his meds ready for when he does wake up. You quietly walked towards the other side of the bed, targeting the cabinets by the window. You took a double take noticing a opened manilla envelope with a paper lying next to it. Your eyes cut to him then back to the paper, your curiosity overpowering the guilt you'd feel snooping in his business.

Walking closer, all your nursing morals going straight out the window. The words on the paper finally become visible,  divorce papers..filed against him. You raised an eyebrow, your eyes cutting to his sleeping figure. 

You hum in acknowledgement, learning something new, guess he was in deeper trouble than you thought. 

He began to stir in his sleep causing you to quickly turn your back, returning back to the cabinet.

“Goodmorning, beautiful lady.” His usual soft voice laced with morning huskiness. You quickly turned, making brief eye contact before turning back grabbing the pill bottles.

“Goodmorning, Jackie.” You walked to his bedside, taking your usual seat next to him. 

“Any pain?” gesturing toward his knee. 

He shook his head, a big smile on his face. You giggled at him furrowing your eyebrows.

“What are you so happy about?” taking the lids off the bottles to provide him his last dosages. 

“I just woke up to this beautiful sweetness this morning, I just have to be.” 

You couldn't resist the smile that began to intrude your face. Shaking your head you passed him his cocktail of pills.

“Youre getting discharged today.” Your voice dropped to a softer tone, offering him some water.

Jackie hummed, chasing his pills with the water.

“I know,” he said, placing the cup back in your hand. “Can we go for a walk, I wanted to talk to you.” he grabbed your hand. 

“Of course.” you said, grabbing the crutches against his bedside. 

Jackie was doing way better with these crutches these days, eventually he stopped complaining..after giving your fair share of scoldings. 

“You gonna miss me once you leave?” you said, holding your hands behind your back. 

“No, I wanted to ask you something.” He looked towards you, continuing to make his way down the hall. 

You hummed waiting for him to continue. 

“I want you to come to my house, to take me for my walks, like here.” 

“That's the physical therapist job, cutie.” You tilted your head to the side, catching his gaze. 

“I might need extra help y’know? Some encouragement.” 

You let out an uncontrollable giggle, he can’t be serious…you didn't want to be a part of his lady drama.

“Jackie, be serious. Don’t you have a wife at home?” 

Jackie went silent for a moment, the clicking of his crutches echoing the hallway. 

“She visited yesterday, actually,” he turned to look at you again, his smile faltering. “We are getting a divorce.” 

You looked down at the ground, pretending to process this information. “Sorry, to hear that Jackie,” You folded your arms. “But you know why, right?” you raised your eyebrows. 

“Yeah.” he murmured, shame drowning out his voice. “But, think about it, baby.”

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SO, you did just that. That day Jackie got discharged, the whole process was long, but he was out by 12:00pm. While stripping his hospital room clean, you came across a note he had left behind on the bedside table. His name, address and house phone number was left on the note in bold. 

“silly.” you chuckled to yourself, slipping the note in your breast pocket. 

It was something that lingered in your mind constantly, wondering if you should actually indulge in that mess. You got off work early that day, deciding to go home and shower. Stripping off your uniform, you pulled out the small note, staring at it again. 

A conflicted hum broke the silence in your room as you placed it on your dresser. 

Days passed and Jackie’s house never received a call from you. Everyday you’d walk past his old hospital room, stealing quick glances with the familiar room. You let the note sit there as it collects dust. Everyday you would walk past it. While you watch television, you'd catch your eyes falling to the crumbled white note. Eventually you got tired of him living inside your head, it was driving you crazy. 

That night you decided that you were finally going to call him. Fresh out the shower you stood at your home phone wearing panties and a bra, your hand lingering on the handle. 

“This is stupid.” you mumbled, finally picking up the phone, pressing the digits on the card. 

The phone was pressed to your ear hearing the ringing, anticipating whether he was going to pick up or not. The phone cord was tangled up in your fingers, your lips pressed into a straight line.

“Hello, Jackie Jackson speaking.” His smooth voice digitally compressed.

“Jackie?” you simply replied back. 

It was silent for a moment before you heard him chuckle on the other end.

“Hey sweetness, I thought you were never going to call me.” 

“mmm I’m sorry, I got a little busy at work.” 

“uh huh, with what?” 

“People like you.” you both shared a laugh before it went silent again. 

“What you need, baby?” His voice broke the silence. 

“You still want me to come over?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m off this weekend. What time works for you?” 

“Anytime works, babydoll.” 

You sighed. An uncontrolled grin grew on your lips, falling for his flattery.

“What are you wearing?” he spoke again.

“Tommorrow? Oh I do-”

“Right now.” he cut in.

You paused, rolling your eyes, looking down at your scarcely clothed body.

“MY uniform.” your words dragged in sarcasm. 

“Mmmm, I like that, a lot.” His words were dragging along, he was clearly tired.

“Uh huh, go to sleep Jackie.” 

“Anything for you mama, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, handsome.” 

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Heyy...so im trying appeal my Jermaine fic that got hidden, but idk if tumblr is really gonna put it back so....should I just repost it? idk that seems really lame, anyways hope you enjoy...bye bye

Jackie was six foot tall and muscular to a great deal, playing basketball, football, and among other sports had him in pretty good shape—not to mention going to the gym.

that was something you loved about him! his determination to be fit was endearing and made you fall in love even more.

but you didn’t know about his guilty pleasure.

you weren’t too tall or on the strong side, you liked to join him in adventures but you always winded up tired of walking too much due to your feet practically killing you.

it wasn’t just that for Jackie though, it was the fact that you were easy to handle. he could maneuver you around without any issue—and don’t even start about the height difference.

he would hover over you when you talked to him, place a hand on your head playfully when you say something sassy—or even help you get things from top shelves.

though, his favorite thing about it was how you look underneath him.

“F-Fuck.. jackie!” you moan, cheek smushed into the sheets as jackie takes you from behind, arms pressed behind your back.

“Hm? what is it mama? cant take it?” you let out a pathetic whimper. “too big.. i cant-…” he clicks his tongue and slides out of you, before you can even question why—he’s flipping you over onto your back.

you gasp—though its cut off by him pushing his dick back inside you. “You can take it pretty baby, you take it any other time..”

that goes to show that jackie is a whore for the size difference.

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