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like a good neighbor part I-jackie jackson
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warnings: smut (mdni). unprotected sex (p in v, wrap that willy yall), cursing, dirty talk, mentions of infidelity. mention of an age gap (like two years but for fic purposes, all the boys are at least 21).
synopsis: every girl had their favorite jackson brother from the jackson 5. your problem? you wanted all five. inspired by a tiktok fan edit+comment
word count: 1.5k
it was a monday morning in july. the beaming bright sun scorched against your back as you tightly gripped the black and green water hose. the water softly sprayed onto your freshly cut grass.
your denim jean shorts rose higher and higher up your thighs as your body leaned forward, making sure you reached your freshly planted rose bush.
“good morning ms. y/n,” you heard a voice call from behind you, making you shift your head and offer a wave. a tall man with a caramel complexion and athletic build as standing at the end of your lawn. a pair of white athletic shorts clung to his muscular quads, his grey tank top stained with sweat. his skin glistening as the sun poured through his body. it was one of your next door neighbors, jackie.
outside of them being a talented group of young men, you didn’t know much about him and his brothers. one thing that was undeniable though, was that they were fine as hell. they all favored each other and yet, each of their faces were uniquely attractive.
for jackie, he exuded everything you wanted in a man. sure he was two years young than you, but he carried himself better than your own husband. he was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
you were biting the skin on your bottom lip so hard as he made his way up your driveway, you almost managed to pierce it. his body towered over yours as you were standing in front of another.
“how you doing today ms. y/n,” he said, flashing you a smile, his hands planted on his hips. you wish they were wrapped around yours.
“i’m good jackie, how was your run this morning?”
“ah, same as always, think i might’ve overdid it a little bit though.” a devious smirk spread across your lips as you watched sweat droplets rolling down his toned body.
“oh you poor thing, why don’t you come inside. get you a nice cold glass of lemonade?” you twirled a curl from your hair around your index finger, grinning to yourself as jackie’s eyes lingered on your body before darting to your face, shaking his head eagerly. you had him right where you wanted him. your hips switched back and forth as you made your way inside the house, jackie just an inch behind you.
the smell of the crisp air conditioner and lemon filled the air. your kitten heels clicked against the hardwood floors as you and him made your way to the kitchen.
you bent over fully as you retrieved the ice cold pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator, you smirked hearing a groan fall from his lips. as you placed the glass pitcher on the countertop in front of him, his face looked like kid whose hand got caught in the cookie jar.
you opened the wooden cabinets and saw the clear glasses sitting on the second shelf. you could reach it but another idea popped into your head.
“hey jackie, do you think you could grab the glasses down for me please. my arms are too short?”
you smirked as you felt his stature come up behind you, his body pressed against yours slightly, he more than likely wasn’t aware but, you could feel the bulge in his shorts pressed up against your bottom. you quietly kissed your teeth as he placed the cups onto the counter, returning back to the black stool.
as you poured the glasses, jackie couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. can’t say that blame him though, your breast were practically spilling out of your cropped shirt, your thighs and ass falling out of the bottom of your shorts.
“thanks ms. y/n. this lemonade is really good,” you smiled at him, his lips wrapped around the glass, swallowing every last drop of lemonade, wishing he was swallowing your juices instead. you quietly cleared your throat as you slowly sipped on yours.
“no problem and please, just call me y/n. so jackie,” you dragged out every syllable of his name for as long as you could, your face just centimeters from his.
“are you single? i’m sure the girls go crazy over you, as handsome as you are.” hey chuckled before shaking his head no, flustered to say the least.
“y/n, i hope i’m not intruding too much. i know you’re married but, how come your husband is never home. i’ve only seen him a handful of times.” you sighed as you toyed with the wedding ring on your finger. you shrugged, not really knowing how to answer.
“i mean he’s a hard-working man. in order for us to keep living in this house, that’s the sacrifice he just has to make.”
“i understand. but do you ever get lonely, you know by him not being here?”
“at first i did, but i’m used to it now. besides, you and your little friend down there are keeping me plenty of company today,” you glanced down at his raging hard on, his shorts even tighter now. he tried to look away, embarrassed, but you grabbed his chin, pressing your red stained lips into his, the kiss was tender and needy.
his hands traveled up and down your spine before finally resting on your plump bottom, caressing and squeezing each cheek.
he groaned as you wrapped your warm hand slipped through his shorts, slowly stroking his hardened length.
“ooh baby, you hard for me, i need you inside of me,” you moan as you continued to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft, you forehead pressed to his.
you slowly slid your shorts and drenched panties down your legs, you heels clicked each time you stepped out of the shorts. you top followed, your breasts falling out, your nipples hardening from the cool air and arousal that jackie was causing.
you licked your lips, practically salivating as you watched his dick spring as he rolled his shorts down, the tip of it touching his stomach. you moaned as his thick digits parted your slickness, sliding his bulbous tip up and down your wetness.
“shit baby, you so big,” you cried out, your fingers clenching onto the cold counter in front of you, your walls clamped tightly around his rod.
shivers ran down your body as he pressed his body into yours, his thickness filling you up all the way, your back resting into his chest, his bicep around your neck as he whispered into your ear.
“your pussy feel so fuckin’ good, hugging my dick like this, so wet for me.”
“you look so sexy baby, i want you to cum all over my dick, like the nasty girl you are.”
“i bet your husband don’t fuck you as good as i do huh?”
and he was absolutely right, sex with your husband was not only rare, but excruciatingly boring. if he was home, it was one lousy round that barely lasted five minutes. sure, stepping out on your husband was wrong. but a woman has needs.
jackie was giving you everything you needed and then some. his hands felt as smooth as butter as they roamed around your bare body, relentlessly pounding you up against the countertop of the kitchen island. your juices squelched with each thrust of his hips, his balls brushing against your clit perfectly as he bottomed you out. you slowly rocked your hips back against his pelvis, making sure you felt every single inch of him.
“fuck baby, you fucking me so fucking good. i can’t,” you screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip brushed against your warm and spongy g-spot. his thick cock stretching you as if you were elastic. your toes curled, sheer ecstasy exuding from the two of you.
“i know mama, i know. come on pretty girl, give it to me, i know you close.” you cried out as his once slow and calculated thrust got harder and needier.
“fuck baby, i’m cumming,” you moaned intensely, streams of your juices squirting out all over him, some reaching this floor. your body squirming between his and the counter as the wave of your peak took over you. an animalistic grunt fell from jackie’s lips as he pulled out of you, his warm seed covering your bottom and some reaching your thighs.
the two of panted like dogs as you cleaned each other up with damp paper towels. the two of you slipped your clothes back on, you gave him one last kiss as you walked him to the door.
“bye jackie, take care,” you waved him off as he made his way next door. as made your way up to the bedroom, you stopped and peaked out of your hallway window, seeing a clear view of jackie and his brothers playing basketball. you bit your lip as you saw another one of his brother’s face glancing towards your house as he guarded his brother, just as handsome as jackie. you grinned as a scandalous idea popped into your mind. you couldn’t wait until tomorrow to set it in motion.
okay which brother do we want for part 2?
jermaine
tito
marlon
michael
serving sneaky link
Y’all Jermaine’s singing is something so serious, I cannot stop listening to I am love😩
real shit 😩
I feel mean today so here's a sad fact abt Marlon Jackson: in 2003 during an interview he said that joseph targeted him the most for physical and emotional abuse. He almost didn't make it to be in the jackson 5 bc his brothers said that he had no rhythm so he always danced in secret for hours until he mastered his steps. Oh and he's widely considered the invisible brother, he was excluded from the group's early line-up and later from the lead vocals while his brothers took the spotlight by especially michael, nonetheless they were considered the family's jokesters and their relationship was extremely close. And even after all the abuse he remained gentle and even forgave his father

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Black Hair
Black Hair is something beautiful
With black hair, there’s not a possibility you can spare
With Cantù in the hairdo
With edges and swirls too
With the curls unfurled
With an Afro saying F U to the euros
With length that’s embraced with African grace
Black hair is not to be tamed, because each style is named with a story
Stories with glory that took years to behold, and they shall not be retold
By ignorant snobs saying “cloud bobs”
Or the colonizers being scrutinizers
Or a lame saying we have to play the game correctly
Cause black hair is a creation god made precious, a rarity so luscious
With the style that comes with our versatile
Not a hint of their vile can ever touch a mile of our history
With the essence of what we fight for everyday in an accessory, they don’t get to pick at our volume or our shape
They can’t mold what we hold on our heads
Our locs lock in the pride and acceptance that they call “dreadful”
Our braids tell tales about the trails we’ve made
Our cornrows taught us how to not conform to the self-sorrows
Different forms of our head for every movement that we led
They can’t feel the empowerment of the twists even when they try to twist the story
Because black hair is something beautiful, it’s a crown that only fits our heads
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HAPPY JUNETEENTH TO MY PEOPLE 🫶🏾✊🏾!!
If read this far, thank you!
Bon Bon says Bye Bye 👋🏾!
We Miss You
The world treated him so unfairly, they took a beautiful soul and took him granted. He was so beyond his time in so many ways, and 17 years ago we lost someone who was so willing to be there for others. I wish people had been there for him like he was for us. While today is hard for a lot of people, myself included, we should still celebrate all that he accomplished in his life. He was a successful black man, who broke through so many limitations that were set up to make him fail. He was an activist, who to this day holds the record for most charities supported by a popstar. It's important to keep spreading love the way he did, to keep working for the things we love, and to keep talking about the things that are important to us. We all miss you, Michael.
I am going to put out a fic today, part 8 of the retired life series. For me, it's a what I wish he had gotten. It's the kind of life he actually deserved. If you guys are having a hard day, know you're not alone, and please take care of yourselves.
i could listen to him talk all dayy
bye JACKIE is not slick. Talkin’ bout some victory tour, OK
ou shii
ugh, I be missing Tito like a MF 😭

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HOT GIRL DINNER 🍸 MEGAN THEE STALLION
THEO JAMES Fuze (2026)

The things I would do for him😩
never knew i needed-marlon jackson
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warnings: other than my lack of proofreading, just pure fluff :)
word count: 1445
my accidental happily (ever after)
the way you smile and how you comfort
me (with your laughter)
you smiled to the crowd as you made your way down the aisle, arm and arm with your father. your stomach jumping with butterflies, your heart melted as your eyes landed on your soon to be husband cheesing, tears flowing down his cheeks like a waterfall.
today was one of the biggest days of you and marlon’s life: your wedding. the day that highlighted your love and commitment for one another. the day that the two of you got to be selfish and not have to worry about pouring into anyone else. the day that you were officially becoming mrs. jackson.
you flashed a huge smile as you reached the altar. there stood marlon, freshly groomed, his black tuxedo framed around his body just right. his jheri curls frame around his face beautifully, you were just mesmerized at how beautiful he looked. all of his brothers stood behind him as groomsmen,in similar tuxedos, michael being his best man.
the atmosphere filled with love and compassion. everyone in the audience filled with excitement. out the corner of your eye, you could see your parents beaming with pure joy, especially your mother. she was probably more excited than you and marlon combined. if it wasn’t for her, this day probably would’ve never came.
i must admit you were not a part of my book
you swiftly swept the tile floor filled hair clumps from your last client as closing time rapidly approached.
“y/n, when you gonna get married. you know i want some grandkids?” you rolled your eyes at your mother’s nosy inquiry.
“mama, you know i don’t have time for that right now.” you hated when she did this. don’t get it twisted, you loved your mom, but the constant prying and nagging at you about your love life was a nuisance.
did you want a relationship? of course you did, everyone wants to find their person. someone to hold them tight at night and never let go. someone to have silly conversations about conspiracy theories. someone to show up at your doorstep with roses just because.
but the fact of the matter was you just wanted to focus on yourself for the time being. you had just graduated from atlanta university with your degree in business administration and decided to come back home to california, working in your aunt’s salon. you were in the midst of figuring out how to get your haircare line off the ground and into a successful business. you didn’t need any man coming around being a distraction, especially if was only gonna be temporarily in your life.
you eyes landed on the glass doors. an average height gentleman walked in, his brown skin glowing from the sun rays that beamed through the glass, a robust afro covering his head. a white t-shirt clinging to his upper body. he was a very handsome and well put together man, his face seemed very familiar.
“good afternoon beautiful ladies, i know you guys are about to close soon but i was wondering if y’all could squeeze in one more. i’ll pay extra if i have to,” his voice was gentle and polite, his eyes taking you in.
before you could respectfully decline, your mother had already told him yes. you scoffed at her as she instructed him to head back to the wash bowl.
“y/n, don’t act like that. that might be the man of your dreams back there.”
“mama, you say that about every decent man that walks in the shop.”
“and yet, still no ring on your finger. girl go and do that boy hair so we can go home.”
you begrudgingly made your way over to the wash bowl. you flashed an awkward smile as your eyes connected with his.
“so what look were you going for?”
“me and my brothers were thinking about switching up our style a little, kinda getting into the jheri curl thing thats going on.”
as you began to work on his hair, the two of you were making light conversation with each other, asking about family life, what the two of you did for work.
that’s when it dawned on you. that’s why his face looked so familiar. he was apart of the jackson family. you weren’t the most musically inclined person but you couldn’t lie, those brothers knew how to make a hit.
after his hair was finished and he paid, you walked him to the door. just as he was about to leave out, he asked you to go out with him sometime. just as you were about to say no, you mother chimed in and told him when and where to pick you up.
but now if you open it up and take a look
you're the beginning and the end of every chapter
although you didn’t originally want to go out with him, your mother didn’t leave you much of a choice. that’s first outing with him made the two of you feel something for each other. at the time, neither of you knew what it was.
a few weeks later when the two of you hung out again, those same feelings came back. the butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing before coming face to face, the stammering over your words. you hadn’t felt like this since your first crush back in middle school.
weeks turned into months and before you knew it, marlon and you decided to go steady. everyday that you woke up, you had him on your mind, and trust, the feeling was beyond mutual with him.
every weekend, he would pick you up from your house, roses or tulips in his hands, dressed to the nines as he already had an outing planned for the two of you. picnics, drive in movies, fancy dinners. neither of you cared where the date was, as long as you were with each other.
one night during your date at the museum, marlon paused dead in his tracks, a look of worry was spread through his face.
“marlon, baby, what’s wrong?” your voice laced with concern as you turned around.
“we need to talk,” his usual playful tone and expressions were gone. not even a smirk or giggle. your stomach felt like it was doing backflips as you inched closer to him. your heart rate rose as you watched him get down on one knee, revealing a burgundy velvet box from his pants pocket.
“marlon, what’s this?”
“y/n, from the moment i laid eyes on you, i knew i was gonna make you my wife. i could stand, well kneel i guess, and give you some rehearsed phony junk but you deserve more than that. when you came into my life, you challenged me to be a better man. being with you is better than being on any stage, you are the inspiration for all the melodies i sing. you are my why. will you do me the biggest honor of my life? will you marry me?”
you rapidly nodded your head as tears gushed from your eyes while he slid the diamond ring onto your finger. you giggled as he embraced you into a tight hug, spinning you around before connecting his lips with yours for a deep, gentle kiss.
you're the best thing I never knew i needed
oh, so when you appeared, i had no idea (when you were here)
“marlon, do you take this partner to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"
you sniffled, your hands embraced warmly by marlon’s. his eyes nearly bloodshot red from all the waterworks. he smiled, thumb running across the back of your hand.
“i do.”
“y/n, do you take this partner to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"
“i do.”
“you may now kiss the bride.” marlon swiftly smashed his lips into yours, barely letting the pastor finish his sentence. his tongue wrestling with yours as his hands began caressing your back. you were on cloud nine, you had the man of your dreams and the successful business you always yearned for. for the first time in your life, you felt complete.
Can we agreed this is one the the best choreography they did, the foot work is impeccable 😍😍

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Whoever is having sex rn, have some for me too. Thank you
Jackie betta find something safe to do before I FUCK em