#oc: jamal

[kourota]

anatomy studies ft. my dilf oc in his youth

sketch version :3

[boyybites]

OC Thumbnails for Toyhouse that I have so far that were made 100% by me. I'll likely redo a few of these since I'm not happy with at least two here but I like how varied they all are so I thought I'd post em here for you guys.

[real-godzekiel]

Baoleians don't sleep. Stupid advice. 200 years working in foodservice industry. (I think I might make this an actual thing happening in Baoleia that citizens who cannot pass a certain grade in school just get stuck in a "bad job" for the rest of their lives. Context for what is Baoleia: Naviaqua's neighboring country in the east which still sucks but in a different way.)

[insidekatmind]

Early morning-Jamal Musiala

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

It was still so early.

As soon as Jamal Musiala woke up, he started shifting in bed, trying to sit up as he always did, not wasting a single minute.But a hand slid around his bare waist. Your hand.You didn’t want him to get up so early. It was the weekend, and all you wanted was to spend a bit more lazy time next to him.

He froze for a few seconds, thinking about what to do, before gently falling back onto the mattress with a sigh.

“C’mere,” he said softly, pulling you close and holding you against his chest.

The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were all you needed in that moment. There were no training sessions, matches, or obligations to disturb that little pocket of shared happiness.

His fingers began to brush through your hair, tracing invisible lines with a slowness that seemed meant to keep you there, safe in his arms.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked in a quiet voice, still tinged with sleep.

You nodded against his chest, smiling. “And you?”

“I do now,” he replied, his relaxed smile hidden in your hair.

You smile softly and cling to him, kissing his lips. He closed his eyes as you kissed him, humming softly with pleasure and wrapping his arms around you tighter.

When the kiss ended, he nuzzled his face against your skin, enjoying being so close to you, your scent and touch.“Mm, I love you,” he murmured, his words a bit husky from sleep.

“me too baby” you murmur into kisses as you caress his hair softly with your hands. He leaned into your touch, his eyes still half-closed as he let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

“I don’t know why I even considered getting out of bed,” he said, his voice a low rumble next to your ear. “This is much better.”He shifted, turning slightly so he could pull you even closer, his bare chest pressed against your body.

Jamal planted messy kisses to your neck, his lips hot against your sensitive skin, making you shiver with pleasure."You're so warm," he whispered, his hand slowly running up and down your back. "And you smell so good..."

His legs entwined with yours, holding you so close that you could feel the heat of him everywhere. He pressed his face against your shoulder, his breath warm and a little ragged as his lips found your earlobe and nipped at it tenderly. Each touch of his mouth on your skin sent a jolt of desire through you, making your heart beat faster and your body grow hotter

You moan softly and arch towards him. He felt your reaction, your body pressing against his, and it only fueled his need for you. He ran his hand down your side, tracing the contour of your hip and thigh, his touch soft yet possessive. Jamal lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "I want you, now," he said with a low growl, his voice filled with need.

You smile and climb on top of him, straddling yourself as you enter him, since you were both naked. He breathed heavily, his hands immediately going to your hips, holding you on top of him, his fingers digging into your skin. He stared at you, his eyes darkened with lust and something else, something deeper."God, you feel so good," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow, his lips parted as he panted."I love you."

You moan as he enters you and close your eyes for a moment trying to adjust. “I love you too,” you whisper softly and sweetly. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, his gaze intense and filled with raw desire. He could feel your body adjust to him, and it was driving him wild.

He ran his hands up your torso, his fingers trailing across your skin, before cupping your face softly in his palms. He pulled you down, kissing you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine."You're beautiful," he said between kisses, his voice almost a whisper. "Mine."

You smile softly, opening your eyes and start moving slowly on him, rubbing yourself. “Yours,” you say, groaning and gripping onto his shoulders. He kept his eyes on you as you began to move, his hands holding onto your hips, guiding your motions, his touch firm yet gentle.

"That's it," he encouraged in a low voice, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Just like that. Baby, you feel so good."He ran his hand up your back, his fingers tracing the line of your spine as you continued to move on top of him, his touch leaving trails of fire on your skin.

"I love seeing you like this," he said, his voice a growl. "So beautiful, so responsive just for me."He watched your face as you pleasured yourself, his hands roaming over your body, his touches growing more and more demanding as his own need grew.

"I need you," he groaned, his hips jerking upwards to meet your movements. "I need to feel you, all of you." He sat up suddenly, pulling you even closer, his arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck. He started to kiss and bite the tender skin there, his mouth hot and hungry, leaving marks you'd discover later.

"I can't...I can't get enough of you," he panted, his voice hoarse and broken with desire. He began to move with you, his hips now pushing upwards with a needy, desperate rhythm. You moan loudly at his movements against yours. “so good” you say longingly as you bite your lip looking at him.

He looked back at you, his eyes dark and intense. "You drive me crazy," he said through clenched teeth. "The sounds you make, the faces you make, it's all I can think about, every waking second."Jamal reached up, his hands burying in your hair as he pulled your mouth down to his, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. He kissed you with so much passion, so much need, that you felt like you were drowning in him.

You moan into the kiss as you feel his thrusts get stronger and stronger. He began to move faster, his rhythm becoming more urgent, more primal. He was completely lost in the moment, completely focused on the sensations coursing through his body, the feel of your body against his, the sound of your moans in his ears.

Jamal broke the kiss, his head falling back against the pillow as he groaned loudly. "I can't hold on much longer," he panted, his words broken by ragged breaths. "I'm so close."

“me too baby” you say moaning hiding your face in the crook of his neck, nibbling on it. He shivered at your touch, his grip on you tightening as your mouth traced the lines of his neck, your teeth leaving marks that he'd wear like a badge of honor.

"Please, please," he gasped. "I can't... I need... I need you to come with me."He was getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. He needed release and he needed you to be there with him. He held you tight against him, his hands roaming over your body, touching you everywhere he could. He was so close, so close...

"Look at me," he said in a voice rough with need. "Open your eyes, look at me."When you finally managed to focus your eyes on him, you could see the raw, intense need in his gaze. He was teetering on the edge, holding back until he could know that you were right, right there with him.

"I love you," he managed to say, the words getting caught in his chest, his breathing coming in shallow, desperate gasps. "I love you so much." Jamal was close, so, so close... He just needed to hear those words from you now.

You moan as you come on top of him, feeling his thrusts getting harder and harder. “I love you too Jamal” you whisper softly. The moment he heard your words, that you were there with him, he let go.

He arched against you, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he reached the peak, his body shuddering with release. He held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you as if he never wanted to let you go, as he rode out the waves of pleasure."I love you," he repeated again, his voice low and hoarse, filled with emotion.

You smiled and lay on top of him and with one hand you stroked his hair while giving him sweet kisses on his cheek.

He held you close to him, his arms still wrapped around you like a protective cocoon. He let out a long, shuddering breath, his body slowly relaxing as the last tremors of his release faded. Jamal turned his face towards you, his lips finding your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose. Everywhere he could reach.

"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice still a little shaky. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

[firecurls-27]

Whiteboard doodles with @the-crazy-echidna-lady and @scarlettclownose !

[amirawrah]

⭐︎Five minutes

with MICHAEL OLISE⭐︎

synopsis: At a beach party under the stars, you and Michael sneak away for five stolen minutes that turn into something deeper.

The bonfire crackles behind you. Laughter echoes down the beach, bass thudding from a Bluetooth speaker half-buried in the sand. People dance barefoot under string lights, beer bottles clinking, waves crashing in the distance.

But none of it matters.

Because Michael is looking at you like he’s already somewhere else—and he wants you there with him.

Your fingers brush under the table once, then twice. By the third time, he grabs your hand and leans in, voice low near your ear. “Come with me.”

You don’t ask where. You just go.

He leads you past the palms, away from the lights. Past the coolers and the fire and the eyes. Past the music and noise, deeper into the dark. The sand is cool now, soft under your feet. The only light is from the sliver of moon overhead, the dull gold from distant tiki torches.

He stops when it’s quiet. When you’re hidden.

A little pocket of silence just for the two of you.

Before you can say anything, his lips are on yours.

Urgent. Desperate. Like he’d been counting down the minutes.

You gasp against his mouth, and he shushes you gently, grinning as he presses you against a tree trunk. “Keep it down,” he whispers, hands already gripping your waist.

Your laugh is breathy, teasing. “You dragged me out here, remember?”

“I know,” he murmurs, mouth moving to your jaw. “Couldn’t wait.”

You pull him closer, fingers through his locs, tugging just enough to hear him breathe harder. His hands explore like they know you by memory—which they do. Every curve. Every sound. Every weakness.

And then—

He groans your name.

Low. Drawn out. His head buried in your neck like he’s trying to anchor himself.

Your breath catches.

“You told me to keep it down,” you remind him, half-laughing, half-melting.

His voice is muffled. “I lied.”

You lose track of time. The stars blink overhead. Your bodies pressed together in the dark, breaths shallow, the space between you barely there.

The party still rages in the distance. But this? This is where the night actually lives.

In whispers. In fingers curling into fabric. In the way he says your name like a confession.

In five stolen minutes that feel like everything.

The sand clings to your legs. His hoodie is slipping off one shoulder. Your pulse is still racing like you’re on the edge of something.

Michael exhales hard against your neck, skin warm, locs damp from the humidity and you.

"Come back with me," he murmurs, barely pulling away.

You blink at him. "To the party?"

He gives you that low, lazy smirk. "To the villa. Obviously."

You want to act like you need to think about it, like you’re not completely undone by his voice right now, but the way his fingers lace through yours already answers for you.

The walk back is quiet—his thumb rubbing soft circles into the back of your hand, like he’s grounding himself again after unraveling. When you get close to the bonfire again, the music's louder, the air warmer, voices sharper.

You're two steps away from blending in when someone spots you.

“Yo, Olise!” one of the guys from the team calls out, lifting a cup. “Where’ve you been?”

Michael doesn’t even flinch. “Bathroom,” he says casually, and everyone buys it, like he wasn’t just whispering your name into the stars ten minutes ago.

You? You're trying to wipe the dazed look off your face.

But as you pass the drinks table, your best friend narrows her eyes at you.

You avoid eye contact.

Michael squeezes your hand behind his back before letting go and murmuring, “Villa in ten. Don’t be late.”

You almost choke.

Ten minutes later, you sneak up the villa stairs barefoot, heart pounding in your ears. He’s already inside. The door creaks when you push it open, and he's leaning against the kitchen counter, water bottle in one hand, gaze on you like you're dessert.

“You always show up when I need you,” he says quietly, like it’s the only truth that matters tonight.

You smile, stepping closer, heart full and skin buzzing. "That’s because you always want me."

He sets the bottle down, moves in slow, and this time, it’s not urgent. It’s reverent. Like five minutes wasn’t enough. Like this is the part he wants to take his time with.

You know the night is young.

But here, in this villa where the air smells like salt and sugar, where your skin is sun-kissed and your heart is full—

You don’t need the party.

Just him. Only him.

The villa feels too quiet after the beach—just the low hum of the ceiling fan and the distant crash of waves outside.

Michael kisses you like he has all the time in the world now.

His hands find your waist, your back, your jaw, anchoring you to him. No more stolen touches. No more quick glances. Just you, wrapped up in each other, slow and sweet under the dim villa lights.

The glass doors are open to the balcony; you can hear the ocean rolling in and the soft strum of music still playing from the beach. It feels like another world out there—loud and reckless—but here inside? It's just you and him. Quiet. Heated.

He leads you to the bed without breaking the kiss, tugging you gently until your knees hit the mattress. His hoodie slips fully off your shoulder now, and he leans back just enough to look at you properly—like he’s memorizing you.

The night blurs into the feeling of his weight over you, the press of his body, the brush of his curls against your skin. Every touch is slower now. Every kiss sinks deeper.

And when he finally whispers your name again, it’s not rushed, not desperate, just pure love.

You wake up tangled in sheets that smell like coconut and him.

Sunlight spills across the room. The sounds of breakfast—the clink of plates, someone laughing way too loud—float up from the kitchen downstairs.

You stretch lazily, still sore in the best way, and Michael grunts into the pillow beside you.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles.

“You said that last night,” you tease, flicking his locs.

He grins against the pillow but doesn’t open his eyes.

Eventually, you both drag yourselves downstairs, trying to look normal. Trying.

But the second you step into the kitchen, it’s over.

Your best friend spots you first, a devilish smile spreading across her face. “Oh, there they are. Took y’all long enough.”

Someone else snickers into their coffee. “Bathroom break? That what we’re calling it now?”

You bury your face in your mug, cheeks flaming. Michael? Cool as ever. He just leans casually against the counter, sipping orange juice like he didn’t completely wreck you against a mattress six hours ago.

Your best friend fake-coughs: "Villa in ten, don’t be late."

You nearly choke on your drink.

Michael only smirks at you from across the room��eyes dark, mouth twitching like he’s so not sorry.

And honestly?

Neither are you.

[kawaiigirly21]

I know I'm so SUPER late but I wanna write an Empire story where my oc is the twin of Hakeem and just dealing with her family antics. She won't have much drama on her own but she tries to navigate through her family's. She'll be a singer on the label and regularly team up with Jamal. Definitely a Daddy's girl at heart and the MOST spoiled. She's attached to Cookie once she returns from jail and she practically worships the ground Andre walks on

[yesshewritestoo]

Ungodly Hour, empire

Fallon and Imani Lyon have had everything handed to them as far as the material things go. A new car? Got it. Yves Saint Laurent shoes that haven't even been released yet? Done. The only thing they ever had to work for was music. They knew their father wasn't just gonna make space on the label for them, so they had to prove that they were supposed to be a part of Empire. And they would, once they get their father to listen to at least one of their songs.

Imani was seven when Cookie went to jail. Her mother was her best friend, and she would talk to her anytime she could. She, Jamal, and Cookie's relationship with each other through the seventeen years they'd been apart. She was hanging out at Jamal's, when her best friend showed up outside his apartment, seeing the siblings for the first time in seventeen years.

Fallon doesn't know who Cookie Lyon is. She was only ten months old when Cookie got locked up, and Lucious made it a point to rarely speak to or about her. He was too focused on Empire and Hakeem to bring her up, anyway. The only two people she actually looked to for guidance was Imani and Anika, her father's girlfriend. Anika and Fallon's relationship was that of sister, more so than a maternal relationship. The two would hang out all the time, be each other's shoulder to cry on and everything. So, when a woman finds herself in her father's office, claiming to be her mother, she doesn't know how to respond.

[luckycrystal]

Masterlist

Real Madrid

aurelien tchouameni

jealous || Aurelien Tchoumeni ft Kylian Mbappe

kylian mbappe

Media || Kylian Mbappe x unpopular Y/n ft Hakimi.

Double Secret Kylian Mbappe x Bro! Trent Alexander Arnold pt1

Double Secret Kylian Mbappe x Bro! Trent Alexander Arnold pt2

Arsenal

William Saliba

affection || William Saliba x Reader

Bayern Munich

jamal musiala

unexpected love || jamal musiala x reader ft friends micheal olise

Liverpool

trent alexander-arnold

meet the family || trent alexander-arnold x reader

Formula 1 🏎️

lewis hamilton

jealous girlfriend || Lewis Hamilton ft Charles Leclerc

[fabseg-creator]

Scooby-Doo concept: Spotty-Doo/The Mystery Kids (from jamal-white-18)

I've made this edit for @jamal-white-18.

It presents a New Generation of Scooby Team/Mystery Machine crew.

[izzygabriella]

These are my ocs from GL2! The ocs are from my universe Galaxi’s World and their names are listed in the tags in order of the pics (top to bottom) This class is 4A (yes, these are fourth graders)

[boyybites]

They winter together.

[real-godzekiel]

sorry about reposting this on Tumblr and I hope it doesn't make me feel like an attention whore. It's more of me being scared that once a platform's down my stuff will be lost. I am data hoarder

[insidekatmind]

Masterlist

William Saliba

Love at first sight

Movie

Jamal Musiala

Early morning

Alejandro Garnacho

Sweet Victory

Lose game

[firecurls-27]

Ayyyyyy new(ish) fankids (boom universe edition)

Ft @the-crazy-echidna-lady ‘s oc lazuli. Blame her for my sonknux fixation.

[ilovefanum]

GRAVITY is out now !! 🫶🏾💕

(also finished watching arcane, ekko carried)

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 | Oscar Diaz