𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒾 ᥫ᭡.

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my loves :3

a few cuties that i looveee seeing on my dash—

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

I love seeing yall on my feed

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

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

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

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

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INTRO , ❥ 2.1K coworker!actress!reader x jaafar jackson ◞ after the micheal movie huge succes, Jaafar was contacted by Walt Disney Studios for the upcoming live-action adaptation of The Princess And The Frog, with his friend en co-star Coleman Domingo, who serves as one of the proyect´s writter. There, he meet reader.ᐟ, a talented and rising actress who is well-known for being charismatic and soft-spoken. Neither of them knows what fate has for them. reader and colman know each other from a previous project, so uk who recommended her for the role. reader is a ballet dancer and theater!actress. reader doesn’t have a faceclaim for the moment i couldn’t decide between ayo edeberi and coco jones.

SWEET'S CONTAINS , .✦ ݁˖ slow-burn.ᐟtrope ◞ strangers to friends to lovers. . . Maddie and Jaafar aren’t together. reader known as Queen B. fluffy vanilla love they being cuties reader!shy assf & Jaafar just being Jaafar.

NELLY'S NOTES , ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ HIIIIIYA, CUTIES! nelly´s here, again, so i decided to make some changes to the fic because it didn´t quite convince me, regarding the written and translation, the day i published it i just wanted to get the idea out because i was afraid someone would think of it + the Colman material make me want to use this as a manifestation.

AUGUST 15th, 2026

The warm, salty August breeze toyed with the strands of hair that escaped rebelliously across your face. Your expression was relaxed. In one hand, you held a cup of hot tea; in the other, a book, your eyes never once leaving the pages. Completely absorbed in the prose while jazz played in the background—the same music you always listened to when reading or doing anything that required your full attention—Sylvia Plath and Sade combine surprisingly well, you thought, taking a small sip from your cup.

You were so immersed in your own world that you ignored, or tried to ignore, the insistent notifications that kept pinging on your phone. You cursed yourself for not turning on "Do Not Disturb" before heading out to the patio.

The constant beeping began to grate on you. You tried to focus your attention back on the book, but other things started to become too obvious: the steady drip of water from the fountain, the birds moving among the trees, and the way the music had stopped feeling peaceful and transformed into mere noise. Grumbling, brow furrowed, you snapped the book shut and set it down on the bamboo table.

You picked up your phone; the screen lit up the moment your fingers touched the surface. You scanned the usual line of notifications from Instagram, TikTok, and X, until you found the long list of messages from your friend and manager, Catt.

You tucked a loose strand behind your ear after placing the phone back on the table. You knew you had to start getting ready for this supposed outing if you wanted to be on time. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from the book that seemed to seduce your thoughts, repeating to yourself that you were going to be late—even though it wasn't even time to leave yet. It was a little trick that had saved you many times from staying locked in the house after agreeing to go out.

The warmth of the lights embraced you with familiarity as you stepped inside. You sighed, walking toward your bedroom, where you stopped in front of your large closet.

You studied each garment intently, pausing briefly on a few. You took a deep breath, feeling the prickle of regret swirling in your stomach.

It was going to be a long night.

The wind blew hard against your face when you stepped out of the car, greeted by the neon lights of the restaurant and the warmth of the sun as it began to set; the sky looked like a canvas covered in shades of orange and pink. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder while hearing the car door close behind you. You bit your lower lip hard; nerves erupted in your stomach, causing it to feel heavy and your breathing to quicken. You murmured a soft thank you to the driver, who simply smiled before returning to the car.

You cast your eyes over the sign in front of you, smiling nervously as you saw Catherine walking toward you. By the look of it, she was very excited.

"Oh my god! You look beautiful, Queeney!" she said, her smile wide. You mirrored her gesture, running your sweaty palms over your skirt. "And that skirt? Let me see—give me little a spin."

Before you could refuse or object, Catherine took your hand, making you turn on your heel so she could get a more detailed look at the outfit you’d chosen, oblivious to the fact that you had nearly pulled your own hair out from the stress of not knowing what to wear.

"Thank you so much, Catty," you gave the brunette a small smile. She looked at you with tenderness, noting the nerves that were consuming you.

"You know you don't have to be nervous. You know Col, don't you?"

"Yes, I know him... I'm not nervous about that... it's just... forget it. It’ll pass once I have a glass of champagne."

"That’s the spirit!" You both high-fived, letting out a few small laughs. "It’s best we go in. Coleman told me he was on his way. Apparently, a small issue came up."

You simply nodded before following close behind her. You both entered the restaurant, where you took off the glasses that adorned your face and let them rest atop your hair.

"Two glasses of champagne, please," Catherine said, addressing the waiter, who quickly nodded and disappeared in the other direction.

Your hands rested on the table. You scanned the room, grateful that no one seemed to be paying attention to you at that moment.

"And so..." your soft voice broke the silence. "What do you think about the role?"

Catherine rested her chin in the palm of her hand, gesturing as if she were thinking about what she was about to say. "Honestly? I feel like it's a great opportunity..."

She began to explain the reasoning behind her words, and you both became immersed in a conversation about the pros and cons the film might bring to your image as a celebrity.

It didn't bother you to play a princess; it was the weight that could fall on your shoulders with such a project. You had seen how the media reacted to certain films, especially if the character wasn't played by an actor they favored (aka if it was an actor or actress of color playing a character that strayed from the canon).

Funny, right?

You rolled your eyes at the thought, set your glass on the table, and began to explain your line of thinking to Catherine.

"You shouldn't worry. I'm sure you'll be the exception. Everyone loves Princess Tiana, and from what I can see, Coleman will follow the canon to the letter." She shrugged as she said it, and you watched her closely, nodding.

"Maybe you're right."

"And speaking of him, look who’s coming—well, look who's coming."

Turning your head over your shoulder, you watched Coleman walk through the door, receiving various looks from the people inside—who didn't know Colman Domingo? You’d have to live under a rock not to. He walked with such confidence and charisma, his eyes fixing almost immediately on your table.

What really caught your attention was seeing that he was accompanied by none other than his former co-star: Jaafar Jackson.

You furrowed your brows. "I didn't know he was bringing a guest," you murmured to Catherine, who seemed just as surprised as you were.

"Neither did I..."

"Ladies!" Coleman exclaimed as he reached the table. You both stood up, welcomed into the older man's arms. "You have no idea how much I missed seeing you, darling," he said, with his characteristic affection toward you.

Smiling widely, you left a small kiss on his cheek. "I missed you too, Col. It seems we’re destined to see each other only for work."

"You know very well that's not true. I've invited you to dinner several times and you decline with excuses," he pointed out, looking at you with amusement. You shrugged. Colman turned slightly, grabbing Jaafar by the shoulder and giving him a small squeeze. "I brought a little guest. I'm sure you know who he is, but it never hurts to introduce people, right?"

"Hey, Jaafar Jackson, a pleasure," he introduced himself, offering a handshake. When his hand touched yours, you swore he held it for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

And you weren't wrong.

"Well, let's sit. I see the ladies have already ordered something to drink," Catherine laughed, explaining that you had both arrived early and were discussing certain things. "Too bad, you didn't wait for me..."

The table filled with laughter at his words.

The nervousness seemed to have left your system by then, though the tingling remained in your hands. You looked down for a moment, listening to Coleman explain some things about his plans for the film, while Catherine raised her hand to signal the waiter.

You were lost in their conversation, but you felt watched for a moment. You thought that perhaps Coleman's presence had caused several people to glance at your table, but as you turned your head gently, you noticed Jaafar’s brown eyes on you.

He looked like a child who has just been caught taking a toy, the sight made you laugh softly before turning back to the other two.

Without realizing it, the conversation spread to the whole table, and time began to disappear.

After a few hours, the four of you were still sitting at the same table, though the atmosphere felt more familiar with the passing minutes.

"Naveen still doesn't want to accept," Coleman said, causing Catherine and you to look at Jaafar with surprise. "He says he wants to take some time because of the Michael movie, but this project won't take more than six months to film."

"Six months isn't such a short time, Col," you said, before taking a sip from your glass.

"The script isn't even ready yet. I have the perfect actress to be Tiana, I just need Mr. Jackson to make some room in his busy schedule," he joked, causing Jaafar's cheeks to warm up.

"I promise I'll make room for you," Jaafar said with a light chuckle.

You watched him. In the hours you had been there, he had noticed that you only limited yourself to nodding and giving short affirmations. He immediately deduced that his presence made you uncomfortable, but he decided to ignore it.

"Uhm! I have to go," Catherine stood up. "I need to rest; I have things to do tomorrow." She said goodbye to Coleman and you with a kiss on the cheek, while giving Jaafar a brief handshake. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Jaafar. See you later! Bye!"

And just like that, she disappeared through the door.

Minutes later, the three of you stood up from the table. Coleman said he would take care of the bill, so you and Jaafar had no choice but to accept.

You both found yourselves outside, waiting for him to come out to say a proper goodbye.

You rubbed your forearms, trying to soothe the chill of the night, making a mental note to bring a jacket next time you went out. Something warm settled over your arms, and before you could say anything, you were met with Jaafar's smile.

"It's nothing. I noticed you were cold... you can give it back to me later," he said, staring into your eyes.

At that moment, you seemed to understand—realizing that all the things they said about Jaafar in the media were true.

You smiled at the thought, looking down at your feet, embarrassed.

"Thank you so much, Jaafar," your voice came out lower and softer than you intended, causing the shyness to spread even further through you.

"It's nothing, Queen."

"I liked the movie," you added, giving him a brief look.

"Really? Thank you so much... I liked seeing you in Sinners, too. You did a great job."

"Thank you..."

After that, silence reigned between you both, but it was quickly interrupted by Colman, who said goodbye to you with a warm hug, assuring you that you should write to him more often if you wanted to keep the role of Tiana, at which you just let out a giggle.

The car that had dropped you off was now at the corner waiting for you, so you hurried to say goodbye to both of them—but not before giving one last look at Jaafar, who smiled at you gently as you turned your back and disappeared into the car.

What none of you knew was that a small group of paparazzi had taken several photos of your meeting, mostly of Jaafar and you, and that several videos had already been recorded by people who were in the same restaurant.

The ride home was short. After changing into your trusty nightgown and panties, you threw yourself onto the bed and picked up your phone.

You had decided that you really needed to post something on Instagram today; your last post was from two months ago, and you knew your fans were dying to see something new.

@QueensBald

liked by jermajestyjjackson, kingofbingo & others

QueensBald a lil bit of this month, see u soon. love&peace 🐸🥂

user21 what’s jermajersty Jackson doing in her likes?????? 👀👀👀👀

User2357 MY EXACT THOUGHT

kingofbingo ❤️❤️❤️❤️

catherineutwah IM SO FUCKING HORNY 🫦🫦

sabrinacarpenter girl that’s my line.

QueensBald ladies, I’m tryan to do my work today, hehe, leave me alone type shyt. 🫩

You turned off the device, leaving it on your nightstand.

Involuntarily, your eyes drifted until they landed on Jaafar’s jacket. It rested on the coat rack by the door. A small smile stretched across your lips before you closed your eyes.

It really had been a long night.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 🍄‍🟫 ⠀ ᰋ 2026 © JAAFARL

My work and writing is absolutely forbidden to be translated, used without my permission or plagiarized on any platform without my consent.

sypnosis ; the Jackson family rules an empire built on loyalty, power, and blood. in a world where betrayal is deadly and family comes before everything, every choice has a price.

contains ; violence, strong language, guns & weapons, crime and illegal activity, family conflict, betrayal & manipulation, mentions of death, mature themes, jealousy & possessiveness, emotional distress

what to expect ; one shots, blurbs headcannons & blurbs

pairings ; michael x reader, oc x marlon (potentially), oc x jackie (potentially),

this is a fictional alternate universe and does not depict real people or real events.

mutual tags for now 🏷️ @blkkbratt @siighrns @jermajestysbaby @doleuia @humannaturess @syrndollie @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @angelfacediary @mikedotorg @mikesfaveater @kissmyglxck @sqrixm

i am absolutely not responsible for the person i become when thick michael is brought up in the conversation

i wanna rub on his belly

   Jermajesty begging you to get back together with his brother

author's note: since  the  anon  couldn't  choose,  and  neither  could  i,  I  decided  not  to  add  any  names  so  you  can  decide  whether  it's  randy  or  jaafar.

~i screamed when i read this. i support the cock drunk agenda, i love being dick dumb sometimes. hope you enjoy this while I finish up other requests and fics I have planned @vict-oryy

-jelly🪼

Arguing with Jermajesty wasn’t an often occurrence, him preferring to speak about any issues calmly to come to a conclusion. He didn’t like to yell, he refused to engage in the conversation if he noticed you were considerably upset and not being rational, opting to gently talk you down until you could clearly tell him what the problem was.

He refused to engage in toxicity, having his past experiences and knowing your past experiences with ex-partners. If he even thought you were trying to bait him into an argument, he would correct that immediately. “Ma, until you calm down and start acting like you were raised with some sense, we’re not talking about it.”

“Yeah, I understand you’re upset, but we don’t talk to each other crazy, do we?” He loved his girl and would do anything for you, so he was confused as to why you would need to question his loyalty or love for you. Until you finally told him your issue.

The past few days have been rocky, you refusing to speak to him unless needed. Not eating with him like normal, not allowing him to touch you, rolling your eyes when he asked what’s wrong; making your little snide comments: “You know what’s wrong with me. Go ask that bitch.” He had had enough, he wasn’t even sure what ‘bitch’ you were referring to. Cheating was something he wouldn’t tolerate, the idea of wronging you like that making his stomach clench.

He was able to corner you on the fourth day, his patience wearing thin. You were scrolling through Instagram looking for your next hairstyle and who to book with when he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “What’s your issue, Y/N?” Your head shot up, he never called you by your name, even when referring to you when he was talking to other people. It was always ‘baby,’ or ‘ma,’ or ‘sweetheart.’

“You know my issue. Got bitches on my phone playing and now you’re in here playing in my face like you don’t know nothing. Get the fuck on.” Strike one.

“What have I told you about your mouth? I don’t give a damn about other people, but when you’re talking to me, talk right.” He nodded his head, giving you a sign to start again. “Try again.” Your body wasn’t sure whether to be turned on by his stern tone, or be irritated that this is what he decided to focus on.

You rolled your eyes at him, smacking your lips. You grabbed your phone to show him the screenshots of messages a fake spam page had sent you before blocking your account. There was a girl claiming she’s been messing around with Jermajesty for a while, and how he had been buying her gifts to keep her quiet. At first, you doubted her claims, not believing some random over your man. But then she sent screenshots of text messages, money being given over apple pay, pictures of Chanel and Coach purses.

The messages made you sick looking at them, not wanting to believe that the man you wanted to marry was sticking his dick inside some random.

Jermajesty scrolled through the messages and pictures, taking his time to analyze the situation. “This isn’t even me, darling. I don’t know a Kaniyah, I’m not with anyone but you, and you know I would never do you like that.”

“Do I? Every time I think I can trust a nigga, I get done wrong. I’m just a dumb bitch for thinking you were any different. I’m done, get the fuck out of my face.” Strike two.

“Done? Done with what?”

“You, fuck nigga! Go get Kaniyah since you want the bitch so bad!” This was his last straw. And that’s how you ended up on all fours, begging for him to pull out just a few inches.

“It’s too deep! Please, ‘can’t take it.” His thrusts stayed steady, pushing all the way in to hit your cervix.

“Nah, you gotta take all of it. Told you to watch your mouth, ma.” He had already made you cum on his tongue and fingers three times back to back. Your sensitivity levels skyrocketing with his thick dick stroking your weeping pussy.

“I already told you I don’t know that girl. You know you’re my girl and I only want you. How many times I gotta prove it to you?” He wasn’t asking rhetorical questions this time, he genuinely needed to know what you needed from him so you wouldn’t doubt him.

“I- oh fuck. Right there, pleasepleaseplease.” You hadn’t registered what was being said to you, completely enamored with the curve of his dick and how it perfectly hit the gummy spot that made you drool. He let out a sadistic laugh, enjoying your struggle to speak to him.

“Look at you. Can’t even speak. Such a silly girl, thinking I want any other pussy than this pretty girl down here. You know I love my girls.” You couldn’t help but clench down on his dick, cream building on the length of him.

Your fourth orgasm was building, your stomach tight, but your bladder felt full. This feeling was foreign, your body felt light, but your eyes were heavy, almost going cross at the pleasure Jermajesty was inflicting on you.

“Wait! Pull out, you’re gonna make me pee.” Your heart somehow started to race faster, reaching back with trembling fingers to try and stop his heavy thrusts. He just put your hand back on the bed, pushing your back deeper into your arch, spine bent almost unnaturally.

His hips sped up, now trying to coax the orgasm from you. He fucked his frustrations into you, hands gripping your hips with bruising force. It actually pissed him off that you would even consider the possibility of him cheating on you.

“You think I would cheat on you? You, baby? Do you know who you are? Got me fucked up.” With every word, his thrusts became more firm. Your poor little pussy couldn’t handle him anymore, unable to hold on. Your juices splashed on his dick and abdomen, soaking the sheets beneath you, mixing with the cream that had accumulated on his dick.

Your screams echoed throughout your shared apartment, surely heard by neighbors. Your orgasm continued for what felt like eons, rendering your legs useless. You lay limp underneath him, hoping he was done with you until you noticed he was still hard, dick still throbbing inside of you; still digging you out.

“You owe me one more, girl. Not done spending time with my sweet girl down here.” You laying flat on your stomach didn’t deter him from fucking into you, he pushed your legs into the number 4 position and got to work.

Sobs wracked through your body. The pace of his thrusts slowed considerably, a stark difference from the last round. He slowly pulled out until just his tip remained in your ruined pussy, thrusting back in slowly so you could feel all of him. Every vein and how his dick hooked your cervix.

“You got your nerve. Who comes home to you everyday? Takes care of anything for you?” You open your mouth to answer, but no matter how hard you tried, you could only let out a squeak. His hands got a tight grip on your hair, pulling your head back to hear you. “Huh?”

“You, pa! Y-you take care of me.” You did your best to give him full answers, knowing he wouldn’t take one word responses from you. He needed to know that you understood what he was saying.

“That’s fucking right. You’re my girl, this is my pussy, and this is all I want. Swear to god I don’t want another girl. Only want my baby.” His hips started to stutter, whining at his last words. His words set you off, drool spilling from your mouth as you wailed into the sheets.

His nut spills inside of you, warm and overflowing. He tried to fuck it into you, but your own cum mixed with his and dripped down your thighs, some dripping down to your swollen clit. You curl into a ball after he pulls out, sensitive and ready to pass out. Not once have you had five orgasms repeatedly. It was like you had been factory reset.

“Look at me,” you weakly look at him, his eyes soft and full of love. The same way he looks at you during slow mornings, the same way he looks at you when he’s watching you focus on the book you had been reading, the same way he looked at you when you went on an hour rant about how the ending of Pretty Little Liars sucked and how you could’ve written it better. He was truly, madly, and deeply in love with you.

“I’m sorry if anything in my actions made you think I would cheat on you, darling. I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough.” His forehead rested against yours, rubbing your noses together. “If you want to look through my phone or bank records, you absolutely can. I have nothing to hide from you.” His voice not once wavered, which was normally a telltale sign of his lying, and he doesn’t lie often. Only when he’s trying to keep a surprise a secret, or planning something for you, and he’s horrible at it. He was being sincere, and that made you feel guilty that you chose to believe a random dm from a fake account over your boyfriend of three years.

“No, I’m sorry. You never did anything, papa. I don’t know why I overreacted like that. Don’t be mad at me.” He placed kisses on each cheek, your forehead, your nose, your chin, and finally your mouth. His kisses dizzying your head, his tongue tangled with yours, soft sighs leaving his mouth.

“I mean it when I tell you I love you.”

You nodded, “I know. I love you, too.” He pulled you close, still giving you room to curl back up in your ball and sleep in his arms, reminding him of a spoiled house cat.

Tiktokaholic (3)

Part 2 here

🍫pairings: Jermajesty x black!reader

🍫Wc: 422

🍫contains: Suggestive content, humor, established relationship

🍫summary: You had to get your get back

It was a late night and Jermajesty was knocked out while you were up on TikTok like usual. The volume was turned down to not disturb him while ‘Martin’ played on the television.

While scrolling, you saw a trend where the girl told her boyfriend she wants it now. He assumed she meant sex and he was ready for it but she switched up and said she was talking about ice cream.

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ( 𝟏𝟖+ )

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ٠࣪⭑— 𝐦. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ٠࣪⭑— 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+). 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫/𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡). 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 (🤏🏾). 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟. 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬.

Here it was, the big night of the century in Mississippi —the Juke Joint, hosted by..The Jacksons. All this dancing and drinking had you a bit loose, and this was your third bathroom break of the night. Crazy right?

Jackie, whose job was to guard the door, chewing on a toothpick, stared at you walking up to the door. Your kitten heels were clacking as you got closer to him. He eyed you up and down before he stood up in front of the door.

"Yo, where you think you goin'? Once again?" Jackie came close to you, inhaling the whiskey on your warm breath as he tilted his head. You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to push him out of the way, but he barely budged.

"Move, I gotta go pee," you whined, dragging your hand down his suit. Jackie followed your hand with his eyes as it dragged against him, looking a bit jocular. "Make it quick—I'm not bout' to keep watching over you, woman," You laughed a bit at his response before you slid passed him.

"Mmm, ya bet," you said, with your finger still lingering against Jackie's chest as you smiled back at him. He knew you were a bit tipsy, so he would watch you walk away from the club, swaying your hips in your silky dress.

Staring back at him as you slowly disappeared into the dark by the bushes.

"This girl, man," Jackie shook his head as he laughed when he sat back down on his stool.

You ducked down by a bush, pulling up your dress and squatting.

A soft breeze brushing against your face from the winds, releasing some pressure from how long you’ve been holding this in.

Bushes behind you sounded like they were being moved and someone was trying to fight through him.

Whispers felt like they were close, directly in your ear, “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise,” the mysterious voice cooed.

“what?—hello?” you answered back, trying to keep quiet but at the same time freaking out.

Music and stomping feet filled the club with so much joy, as everyone danced, sweat dripping down the sides of their foreheads and hair sweating out. And the sweet smell of whiskeys and beers—roamed the musky air like a thick fog settling over a swamp.

Marlon, who was smoking a cig with his close one in age—Michael.

They both leaned against a wooden pillar, watching over the party while Tito watched from upstairs, also eyeing a couple fine ladies.

“Where’d miss..tootsie go?” Marlon asked with his tongue in his cheek to hide a smile, nudging on Michael’s right arm .

“She been drinkin’ since she got hea, I don’t know,” Michael acknowledged as he shrugged. “You don’t care?” Marlon crossed his arms when he leaned his head more forward to get a better look at Michael underneath his hat.

“Nah, I care—m’just tryna watch over my people,” Michael removed the cigarette from his lips as he slowly turned his head towards his brother with a smirk. Marlon just smiled and nodded and glanced elsewhere towards the crowd who was humming along to the music and instruments on stage.

As Marlon got a fair glance over at what was happen before him, he turned back towards Michael—as when he thought that Michael was still standing here. He was gone, leaving behind a hint of his signature scent.

“Michael..?” Marlon called out, looking behind the pillar.

Your bathroom break was finally over, you felt yourself walking more straighter than usual, and with more of a—strut.

Jackie’s head shot up once he heard footsteps become more prominent by the second; his leg stretched across the entrance as his head was rested against the wooden wall.

“Oh, hey! You’re back.” Jackie announced. He could see a hunger in your eyes, but couldn’t quite make it out. Your hands were elegantly resting in front of you as you stared at Jackie, his neck, and then back at his eyes.

“You’re gonna let me in—or are you gonna keep your leg right there?” You said with your head tilted, teasingly. “Yes ma’am, my apologizes.” He immediately moved his leg and put his hands up in surrender. “That’s what I thought,” you snapped back underneath your breath as you cat-walked passed him.

A laugh was being heard from the bar as you peeked around to see who it was. The gentlemen, Michael jackson, who was known for his wonderful vocals and sweet spirit.

You stopped in your tracks as you gave yourself the time to remember his figure. Brown suit, brown slacks, and of course his shoes, can’t forget the shoes. His white socks with red and brown leather shoes. Your breath hitched a bit, you met him before—but the more you were around him, the way you could smell him from here, turned you on even more.

Confidence was taking over your body as you walked towards him, adjusting your hair in the process. “Michael?” You cooed. Michael slowly turned around at his name being questioned by such a doting voice, and there you were, glistening under the warm tone of the lights. “Mm, well hello,” Michael couldn’t hold back the smirk that was fighting to be expressed.

“Hi, whatcha drinkin’?” You said as you settled yourself down on the stool next to him, staring at the details of the deep arch in his hat being shown from the light.

“Oh, this isn’t mines, I’m watchin’ someone’s drink. You?” He now turned his body to fully face you, taking in the view. You were a bit dazed at how badly you were craving him right now, even the thought of him between your teeth was enough to arouse you.

“I’ve had enough for the night,” you joked around with a little giggle as you glided your hand down in his thigh.

Michael was the easiest Jackson out of the five that was there, and additionally you wanted him badly and knew a way with your words—so this wouldn’t be a difficult task.

“Can I just-” You reached over for the glass. Slowly pushing up against Michael as you stretched across him. “Wait,” he grabbed onto your wrist as his fingers brushed against your jewelry. You turned your head, moving the hair out of your face while now staring deadly into his eyes. That look gave you meant business and you wanted it handled now.

He immediately removed his hand off your wrist and you continued moving the drink away from his, handing it to the lady who was helping with drinks. “Thank you..” you said holding eye contact with her and then back at Michael, who looked amused at your seriousness and who clearly found your lips amusing too.

You went in for it, back arching in his lap, kissing him on his lips, letting a soft moan escape him. He pulled back, now giving both of your eyes their undivided attention as a smirk slowly formed on his face. Your finger trailed against his jawline, stroking it until your finger got to his chin and then hovered over his lip.

The way this feeling was taking over your body was crazy, Michael could feel himself growing at the way you touched him so softly and how you stared at him with such hunger.

He got up from his stool, still looking a bit dazed, and offered your hand. You immediately took the invite and followed him into a room with shelves and a rug.

You locked the door behind you smirking, and then dropped it once you turned around to him, once you got him alone—finally.

Michael watched you as you locked the door, taking off his suit jacket. “Y’know I love you, right?” you asked as you took off your heels while walking towards him. Michael raised an eyebrow, confused on how you have such a strong feeling when you two just met. “I just wanna—touch you, taste you, in all kinds of ways, Mikey..” you caressed the back of his neck as you whispered into his ear, licking and nibbling at it.

The way your voice sounded, so starved, but yet demanding—sent chills down his spine. “M-me too,” his breath hitched, as he has never been around a woman such as you, with this much tenderness but control. You laughed at how pussy whipped you had him and you haven’t even put anything on him yet, but the submissive actions coming from him caused an aching sensation between your legs.

You moaned at the way he folded so quickly. “Lay,” you demanded, pointing towards the floor. He took off his hat and sat it next to his jacket that was laying next to him. He watched you lower down on his crotch as his lip was caught in his teeth.

Soon as you lowered down on him, his hands flew to grasp onto your waist. His finger tips dug into the plush of your hips and then slowly gravitated to your ass. You could feel your mouth getting watery as drool slowly escapes your mouth when you stared at his abdomen and on his lips. “Mama, you droolin’,” he stared at the drool that was connected to your lips.

“Y’wanna taste?” You cooed as you got closer to his face. He nodded and collected the drool on his fingers, stuffing them in your mouth.

Tito and Marlon were scoping the party, keeping an eye on people, trying to make sure nothing bad was happening. Then there it was—the trouble. Two men were fighting over a game, and one stole the other man's knife.

"HEY—cut that out!" Tito yelled, and the whole room went silent. The two men froze and immediately backed off from each other. "Oh, so y'all fighting in our establishment?" Marlon and Tito both grabbed for their guns, and they looked around to see how much of a mess the men had made.

"No, sir," one man said, scared and shaking his head while being out of breath. "So, the fuck is y'all doin'?" Marlon cursed, furrowing his eyebrows. They both looked at each other before they both spoke.

"He stole my knife!" "He tried stabbing me for being a punk ass bitch!" The men argued. Tito tilted his head as he tried to listen to both while tucking his lips. "Get the knife from em," Tito ordered Marlon. The man who held the knife held it up like he was trying to fight Marlon for attempting to grab it from him.

"Try it, and I'll shoot ya'," Tito announced as he held the gun up to get ready to shoot fire. Marlon tripped him as he pulled off his leg trip takedown, and instantly grabbed the knife for him. "Keep trying me, and y'all asses gon' be kicked out," Marlon said as he backed up with the knife and shoved it in his pocket. "You'll get this back once you leave," Tito added.

“Have y'all seen Michael?” Randy interrupted. Marlon turned his neck quickly. “he’s been gone for twenty minutes,” Randy adds on, looking around. “Oh my goodness, move, boy.” Marlon snapped back and Tito followed behind him.

They walked around the place, separating while their hands were on their gun for easy access. Randy who was by the room that you and Michael were in heard a noise. You didn’t mind being loud since music was blasting through the place and no one was worried about that part of the club.

Pornographic moans were leaving your mouth as you bounced on his dick, as he was constantly kissing your cervix like no other. “Oh, fuck—” you panted, groping onto one of your boobs. Michael went in for a kiss to muffle both of your whimpers as he bucked his hips into you to chase his climax.

“Y’feel—so so good,” Michael whined as he pulled away from the kiss. You were getting closer alongside him and couldn’t help yourself—he was now in a very vulnerable place and you took this as a chance to scan his neck and Adam’s apple fully when he threw his head back.

As your fingers moved his head to the side to let you get a good look at his neck, his prominent and juicy veins showed through his neck. Your fangs fuller form as you mouth was now salivating more than usual, you licked the spot you were targeting to bite and numbed it. “Mikeyyy” was the last thing he heard, as you cooed, the way you said it still buzzing through his ear.

“Michael!?” Randy banged on the door using his two fists. All he heard was soft cries and whimpering—of pain or pure ecstasy?

“Aah!” Came out of Michael’s mouth as his fingers dug deep into your waist, attempting to pull you off.

“Marlon! Tito!” Randy yelled for his brothers as they came rushing to the scene. “He's in there,” Randy pointed to the door and backed up. “Michael! Open the damn door!” Tito ordered as he fully pulled his gun out of his pants and put it to the side of him.

No answer.

“Michael!” Marlon yelled for him.

No. Answer.

They all attempted to break down the door as it started to bend inward.

You stopped riding him as you nibbled at his neck as he slowly began to lose blood. Blood was staining your fangs, dripping now onto your chin, your collarbone, and then onto your dark brown dress.

The door finally caved in as the three men stared at your back as they slowly approached. Your eyes were glowing with a red tint as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hands, silk press all messy and covered with blood across your face. Your chest was heaving from the adrenaline of sucking and eating away at Michael.

You rose to your feet, giving his brother a full view of his body. He was back dressed but was holding his neck as he tried to say something. “What the fuck?” Marlon snapped, as he raised his gun and released fire directly at you. You ran out of the room screaming, hauling ass outside.

“They’re coming!” You yelled as you ran out.

Marlon ran to Michael, immediately falling to his knees. “Michael!” Marlon cried out as he picked Michael’s head up into his lap, trying to apply pressure to his neck. “M-Marlon—she- she-,” Michael tried to say but started choking on his blood.

All of them were on the ground next to him watching him take his last breath. Their eyes widen as Michael went limp, Jackie looked more confused than hurt. His eyebrows furrowed as he was deep in thought still with his brother’s blood on his hands.

“She bit him! That soul-sucking ass bitch was a vampire!” Jackie yelled out as he stared at the spot you bit him in.

“Lets go—let's go, now!” Jackie ordered, gathering all his brothers and leaving the room. But Marlon still couldn't register that his brother was really gone, right in front of him. “Marlon, please.” Jackie came back to grab Marlon by his arm as he was fighting back his second round of tears.

“Someone lock the door before he turns!” Randy insisted. Tito locked the door with a key and slowly backed up.

“What should we do?” Randy asked as he started to shake. They all looked at each other, dumbfounded, not sure what to do. “Maybe—grab some garlic or sum’?” Marlon asked.

As soon as Tito went to grab some garlic from the bar, there was a knock on the door—the room where Michael was pronounced dead.

Everyone froze as they looked toward the door, and they heard a soft but heavy voice come from behind the door. Tito put his head to the door to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

Then a big knife came through the wooden door and was instantly pulled back. Tito gasped as his back met the wooden wall behind him, in shock. “Marlon!” a voice called for Marlon. He took a deep breath and got his gun ready as he approached the door.

“Michael? That’s you?” Marlon asked as his voice shook as he peeped through the hole that was made from Michael’s knife.

“Who else would it be? Now let me out.” The voice sounded just like Michael, his brother could see his smile, nice and clean, through the hole. That little mustache of his was sitting pretty on top of his top lip as his fangs started to show.

Marlon looked back at his brother before he said anything else.

“T-that ain’t Michael, Marlon.” Jermaine stuttered as his chest started to heave.

“Oh my goodness,” Jackie immediately broke down in tears once again.

“You doin’ alright?” Marlon turned back towards the door while still peeking into the hole.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Now let me out, please,” Michael said as he went to pick up his hat.

“Y’sure? You lost a lotta blood..” Marlon questioned.

Michael grew angrier as more questions were being asked, and he wasn’t being let out. “Stop asking me all these questions and let me out, man.” Michael began banging on the door.

He began pushing the door with his shoulder, hard and using all his strength. "Michael, stop!" Tito yelled out of fear.

The room went silent as the bangs echoed off the walls.

Then there Michael was, built up all his vampire strength, backing up from the door, and he came busting through.

And he ran out of the club into the complete darkness as his brothers watched him disappear.

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