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London! Pink<3! Lipgloss! Michael Jackson! LDR! Blk!

[therealjackson5]

6 7

are we down with the kids? 😈

[filthytabloidpress]

mmmh babe I got a lil smth for you🤞🏻

soft dom Mikey who is gentle with his touches, but super strict and firm with his words, HEAR ME OUT😫 I would love to see some dry humping with edging, like every time he feels your orgasm approaching his hands firmly grab your hips and stop the grinding on his clothed dick🤌🏻 And then once he lets you cum you’re suddenly not allowed to stop anymore and sends you into overstimulation, hihi🫢

Let me know if you can make that work baby, I love youuuuuu😙

-Baby

ummm so i kind of got carried away and took firm with his words and ran with it… sorry babe 😣 but i hope you enjoy HAHA i love you more!!!!!

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pairing: mature!michael x fem!reader

summary: you’re lucky enough to accompany michael at a gala in london, which you’re very excited about. unfortunately, he rarely spends time with you this evening causing you to act out childishly. on the way home, you do not intend on speaking with him however it is just your luck that the two of you get stuck in traffic. michael takes it upon himself to fix your attitude.

warnings: brat taming, dom!michael, slapping, overstimulation, forced proximity, vouyerism (if you squint), edging, calling michael sir, “baby” “princess” and “good girl” as petnames, literally fucks you till you cant walk, aftercare, teasing michael, embarrassment/ humiliation kink, dick riding, dry humping, size difference, super sweet michael at the end i promise, not proofread…

word count: 3k

requests: open 😚

tonight had been less delightful than you imagined. attending your first event with your boyfriend was supposed to be exciting, you didn’t mind appearing as a little accessory- you were standing next to the king of pop all night, or you would’ve been. michael spent the evening tending to other guests, he practically ignored you. you knew this was a great business opportunity for him, getting to meet very valuable people and whatnot, but you did not expect michael to not even introduce you to anyone. you spent the evening sipping champagne and people watching, michael not even glancing in your direction.

michael only remembered your existence, or so it felt like, once the event came to an end. he walked over to you, with an innocent smile that’d make any girl faint- but you were not having it.

“hi baby,” he placed a hand on your wrist, “are you ready to leave?”

you sharply nodded, body stiffening at his touch. as you rose and fixed your dress, you didn’t even look back at him. his brows furrowed in confusion as you strutted to the elevator, and he followed with long steps. you tightly held your clutch between your forearm and upper torso, pressing the downstairs dial on the elevator once… then twice… then a third

“baby,” he smiled in confusion, “are you okay?”

the silver doors opened, and you walked forward with crossed arms. michaels growing concern became apparent on his face, a slight frown forming. he pressed the lobby button, and turned back to look at you. you refused to meet his eyes, your focus stuck on the exit of the elevator.

“baby,” he fully turned around and walked towards you, “did i do something wrong?”

you raised your eyebrows and finally looked at his… it almost made you feel bad. almost.

the elevator graciously opened, and you strutted down the dimly lit lobby area. thankfully, the chauffeur was waiting immediately outside the building. michael held the door open for you and slid in next to you.

“princess,” michael broke the awkward seconds of silence and desperately turned his head to yours, “can we talk?”

“what about,” your body still rigid.

“what did i do to make you upset?”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes to the window. you’d rather stay the whole car ride in silence than talk to him about his lack of hospitality.

blaring lights and sirens were soon heard outside, accompanied by the subtle stop of the car. looking out the window, you noticed there was an accident about a mile down which caused you and many other cars the inability to movie. you facepalmed and thought that it was absolutely unbelievable that this would happen tonight of all nights. michael, the opportunist, raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together.

“well,” he said under his breath, followed by a sign of annoyance from you.

“well?”

you, finally, looked over at him, “let’s talk.”

“so you don’t like the silent treatment now, do you?”

he scrunched his brows and you watched as be put the pieces together, relaxing his face once he realized.

“i wasn’t giving you the silent treatment, i was busy baby,” he explained.

you shook your head, “okay michael.”

he raised his brow at the name, “michael?”

your nostrils flared when you met his gaze, “michael.”

the car moved only a few feet forward before reaching a stop once more. he nodded. typically, michael could handle your attitude- but he didn’t have to invite you tonight. your boyfriend distanced his legs apart, and patted his thigh, “come here.”

“no.”

he grabbed your wrist like before, except now it was more firm and that caused you to widen your eyes- feeling smaller, “come, baby.”

reluctantly, you complied and looked down, ashamed at your failure to stand your ground.

“do you remember when i invited you to accompany me tonight,” his voice was almost condescending.

you nodded as placed circles into your waist with his thumb.

“that i said i was going to be busy,” you nodded again, that i’m here for work.”

“yes.”

“yes who,” he turned your head towards his.

your eyes focused on the buttons of his shirt, “yes, sir.”

“mhm, good girl... so, why did you expect me to entertain you?”

you shook your head.

he raised one brow, “no?”

“no…” you replied weakly.

his hand reached to your thigh, stroking your tender skin with his slender fingers, “so now we’re lying, baby?”

you stood silent.

“come on top of me.”

you hesitated, staring at him with a look of uncertainty.

“come, baby,” he patted your thigh with encouragement.

you complied and you held on to his shoulders for support, fingers grazing the coat of the backseat. the soft lights of the limousine illuminated the beautiful sequins on the short dress that now pooled between your michaels thighs. his hands shifted to tenderly hold your waist.

“move.”

“what?”

“your hips,” he squeezed the flesh on your side, which sent shivers down your spine.

“why,” your tone containing more attitude than you meant- you bit your lip as if you could take it back.

he took a deep breath in, trying to relax himself, “because i said so,” his tone was sharp.

shyly, you began to grind your clothed cunt onto his growing erection. a breathy sigh escaped your lips as you focused on the fabric of your off-white dress.

“let’s have a conversation, yeah, baby?”

“mm,” you nodded, only thinking about the heat arising in your core, “okay..”

“two weeks ago i told you about this event,” letting out a sigh when you grazed the head of his twitching length, “yeah?”

you nodded, but he lifted your head to his with a gentle finger, “look at me when i speak to you.”

you bit your lip back, timid at the vulnerable state you were in.

“and use your words,” he commanded before starting again, “‘n i told you that i got invited to this big gala?”

“yes,” your lips quivered as you picked up your pace. the slightest embarrassment creeping up on you as the eye contact turned you on, your eyebrows raised in pleasure.

“yeah?”

“mhm,” you nodded frantically, your orgasm reaching you sooner than you thought. truthfully, michael was always busy and any bit of his touch made you sensitive- no matter how bratty you could be, no matter how much you denied it.

“yeah, baby? remember?”

“yes-,” your movements became more dramatic and your breath was heavy, “yes!”

you jumped at the sudden firm grip as michael held your hips in place, soon whining in desperation- though the not-long-lasting movement of the car allowed you to feel a sudden rush of pleasure.

“what d’ya remember,” his thumb caressed your lower back.

you were hoping for him to let you off easy, but he was not.

you pouted, “the gala…,” your voice trailed off. you were too focused on the hot sensation between your legs.

he smacked your face, and your body jolted up, lifting your hand to your cheek to sooth the pain. he removed your hand, replacing it with his own. his touch was soft on your smooth skin, you’d never guessed it was the same hand that left red marks on your ass every now and then.

“we’re having a conversation baby,” he slid his hand back down to your waist, “i listen to you when you speak. i expect the same respect, okay, baby?”

you pouted and nodded.

“words,” he reminded you.

“yes sir.”

he smiled, and lightly slapped your ass to encourage you to resume your movement.

“now listen to me,” his tone parental yet soft, “the conversation we had about the gala.”

you nodded, “yes,” gasping at the familiar feeling while you moved into his aching cock. he groaned at the sensation.

“i told you that it was a work trip, that you could come to london with me, and i told you that if you did attend this gala i would be very busy.”

you nodded at each statement, every one was true after all; your movements stilled with shame.

“i know baby,” he caressed your face as he involuntarily bucked his hips into you.

“mmm, michael,” you cried out, tossing your head back as he hit your sensitive spot.

“i know baby, i told you these things.”

“m sorry,” your movements picked up once more- conflicted by the feelings of shame and pleasure, though you knew you needed to chase that high.

“fuck,” michael exhaled sharply, “so, if i told you all of these things, why would you act out tonight?”

your fingers shifted into his soft hair, clinging onto him, and your elbows pressed into the leather seats.

“‘d’know mikey,” you sniffled into his neck. michaels arms wrapped around your back, caressing your sensitive body.

“you don’t know,” his voice returning to that condescending tone and you shook your head pathetically.

“m sorry,” you whined muffled by his body.

“sorry?”

you nodded, desperate not only for your orgasm, but for him to forgive you. michael let you use him until he noticed your release becoming closer once more. he glided his hands to your rocking hips, and after a few seconds held your sensitive body in place. your clothed cunt was dripping in desperation, you could almost cry. your body twitched as the now-moving car allowed you to get the slightest bit of relief.

“you know why you acted out,” he pulled you back, taking in your glistening eyes. the sight was nearly enough to make him feel sorry for you, but he didn’t.

you fiddled with the buttons on his top, shaking your head, michael ran a hand down the open back of your dress to stroke your tender body.

“tell me,” he prompted.

“i said i don’t know, mikey…”

“because you’re a brat,” the words came of his mouth as sharp as a knife. you pouted. it was the truth, though it hurt your feelings. you shook your head, trying to shake it off.

“say it,” his fingers still skating across your spine.

“‘m a brat,” mumbling beneath your breath.

his free hand slid a graceful finger along your side, grazing your neck before sliding to your chin and slowly raising your head to meet his dark gaze.

“didn’t hear you.”

you looked into his eyes, “‘m a brat,” slightly cringing at the embarrassment, at your own actions.

michael smiled, pleased with your tone. both hands met your waist and began to move you onto his throbbing cock. the idea of his erection alone was enough to make you cum, the mixture of eye contact and the moving vehicle sent you through the roof. the car. he bucked his hips into you repeatedly, the two of you could probably drive the car like this. it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm arise again, your toes curling in your heals. your breathing was rhythmic, in tune with each other.

“mikey.. mm,” you whine at the stimulation, pleading.

“yes,” his heart practically beating out of his chest, “yes, baby?”

“need..” you squeezed your thighs around his waist as if it put him inside of you, clawing at his abdomen.

in seconds michael unbuttoned his pants and released his throbbing cock, you winced at his size. he snuck his hands beneath your sequined dress and pushed your panties to the side. you lifted your hips while michael aligned with your entrance, and just within barely pushing in the tip tears streamed down your face. michael kissed the tears down your cheek while you inched down onto him. you’ve never taken michaels cock without being stretched out before, this sensation was new. it hurt but it felt euphoric.

“michael!” the car came to a sharp stop- causing you to fall onto his dick entirely, “oh my fucking god,” you whined in pain.

gripping onto his shoulders support, michael kissed your neck with his soft lip, holding back his pleasure in an attempt to soothe you.

“fuck,” he whimpered beneath you, “y’okay baby?”

you hiccuped, “think so..”

you began to slide on top of him, your clit grazing the fabric of his shirt.

“ah, mikey,” you gripped his collar, “feels good-“

he swiped a finger against your clit, causing you to cry out his name. you furrowed your brows, the aching sensation you’ve been reaching for finally coming back. you were a stammering mess.

michael noticed the way you clamped down on his thick cock, “mm, needa cum, sweet girl?”

you desperately nodded in response, biting your lip back.

“go ahead,” he exhaled as he felt you release.

“michael, my god,” you sobbed, “so good.”

“mmhm,” he groaned, “s’it baby,” caressing the nape of your neck. at the same time, he released inside of you, you winced at the overstimulation.

you tried to catch your breath, but within only a few moments he began to move you up and down on his, still, throbbing cock. your hands turned to your fists and clasped your chest, twitching.

“mikey- what’r you,” you moaned, unable to finish your sentence as he deeply stroked your insides. your eyes squeezed shut, you couldn’t even think of any other word other than michael.

“teaching you a lesson.”

michael repeatedly lifted you up and down his length with deep strokes that you were sure reached your cervix.

“ahh- mike, miike,” you looked down at him with tears rushing down your face, your mascara smudged as he wiped your tears. he whispered encouragement beneath his breath as you were forced to endure every single inch of him.

your thighs twitched, feeling your orgasm once again. you whimpered, overtaken by the pleasure that consumed your trembling body.

“again,” he commanded.

“can’t,” you shook your head profusely.

he slowly lowered you down onto him, which made led to a long string of embarrassing sounds out of your mouth. as you clenched around his cock again, he bucked his hips further into you.

“mikey, fuck, mike,” you dug your nails into the leather of the seat beside you, arching your back- trying to escape.

he placed kisses onto the skin of your collarbone as you rode out your second orgasm, “s’too much?” he teased.

you fell onto him again, his cock twitching inside you. he rubbed his hand up and down your back, which allowed you to finally relax into him. your body occasionally twitched while soft whimpers escaped you. your eyes fluttered shut, michael kissed your neck soothingly, reminiscent of a lullaby.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed, you just felt a soft tap on your back. you hummed awake, noticing the lit up hotel before you.

“time to get up baby,” he whispered into your ear before placing a soft kiss there.

“mmm,” you sighed, and when you moved you were reminded of the stimulation of his cock inside of you. you placed your hand to your mouth, and he lowly laughed at your reaction.

“you okay baby?” he dragged his finger along your arm.

your eyes still blinked open, and you nodded softly. michael helped you climb over him and you held him for support- holding back your whines.

“‘m sorry for being a brat,” you sleepily mumbled. you dragged your right leg over his lap, returning to your original position. you wiped your eyes and looked up at him. michael readjusted himself before responding, pushing your messy hair behind your ear.

“oh baby,” he frowned, “you know i love you, right?”

“mhm… ‘n im sorry.”

he placed a tender kiss on your plush lips, “‘s okay baby.”

your body fell weak, leaning onto him.

“we gotta get you inside baby,” he smiled at your sleepy disposition.

“mm.. i look crazy…”

“you look beautiful, princess.”

you weakly smiled at him.

“mr. jackson,” the driver called out, “are you ready to leave?”

“yes, thank you,” he responded sweetly, “let’s go baby,” michael pressed his sunglasses onto you- to hide the mascara smudged around your eyes.

michael climbed out the car upon the chauffeur opening the door, he reached out for your hand. you took it, and struggled to stay upright. you clasped onto his arm for help.

“woah, woah,” michael reached out to you with his other arm.

you looked up at him, your legs were insanely weak- the pain didn’t kick in until this moment. you dropped back into the seat of the car, failing to hold yourself up.

“hurts, mikey…”

he frowned, “i’m sorry baby,” biting his lip back in remorse. he wished that he was more gentle with you.

micheal lifted you up bridal style and you latched onto him, he took you up to the 7th floor of the exclusive hotel you two were staying at. with the traffic and the already far distance of the gala, it was extremely late.

when he made it to the room, he laid you down onto the cushiony mattress of your shared bed and changed your clothes. he gave you a sweatshirt of his and pink pajama pants. it was far too late for a shower, and he just wanted to take care of you.

within a few minutes, michael joined you on the bed wearing a matching set of pajamas, but only the pants. he placed a kiss onto your nose as you drifted of to sleep.

“‘m sorry, baby,” he whispered.

you shook your head “‘s okay…”

“gonna make it up to you, okay?”

you weakly nodded before finally falling asleep.

taglist: @mikaylajacksonnn @aprgirl @fallinlovewithevil

[1dk-her]

Yall more fics are gonna come I’ve js been soo busy finishing exams and had a couple events but we gonna lock in trust

[blondiebabyy]

rest in peace, angelface 🪽

“In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.” - Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1959 - June 25, 2009)

[urdeftones-grrrl]

Rest In Paradise Angelface ❤️

29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009

miss and love you forever

[rlm-11]

STOP putting ur x oc in the x reader yo 😭

Talking about ‘x reader’ and ‘ x you’ whole time it’s ur damn fuckass oc.

Like I do NOT wanna read ur Michael Jackson x OC bro

[kkgalerii]

LMAOOOOOO (uncensored version of 2k watts)

[strawberrykittymp3]

happy heavenly fathers day to literally the best dad that could ever exist, i feel so proud that he was able to break the pattern and be an actual good father to his kids instead of letting his experience with J****ph be a deterrent factor

listen he looked busted asf most of the times but them kids always looked clean, happy and healthy LMAOOOO and the way they speak about him to this day? he literally was an amazing dad

[1dk-her]

Bro I’m like 20mins into twilight watching for the first time

Going in blind

And all I gotta say is what is the fuck is wrong with Edward I’m Litch cracking up on the scene where Bella sits next to him and he looks constipated asf.

[1dk-her]

Yall how would you feel about a best friend’s brother Marlon fic where reader is in the same grade as Michael in school and they are really close- so she obvi gets close with Marlon and she’s like crushing on him

Maybe multiple chapters as well

Who would read this??

(Also comment if u wanna be in the tag list)

[g-writesss]

Ease On Down The Road

Michael x Broadway!reader ⋆｡°✩

After The Wiz flopped on the big screen, Broadway decided to bring the show back to the stage to redeem themselves. They hire 19-year-old Y/n to play Dorothy. What happens when Michael stumbles across her recording the iconic song Home?

Warnings: Diana mention

Disclaimer: The version if her singing is based off of the Mariah Lyttle version. I needed a way to get Diana there so just pretend like We Are The World came out in 1980.

Michael had woken up with a bit of pep in his step today. He had always been known as the little boy from The Jackson 5. And while that was great, he craved for something else, something more. He had always believed that his voice was meant to spread good to the world, and now was his chance to show it.

The recording for We Are the World started today; they would rehearse and officially record tomorrow. As he got dressed, he couldn't help but to feel giddy. His first attempt at breaking from the group wasn't so successful. The Wiz had done embarrassingly bad in theaters, and while it wasn't his fault *cough cough*, he still knew that this was his window of opportunity.

"You ready joker?" Bill asked him as he approached the car.

"Yep, lets go."

Michael watched the houses and building pass as he looked through the window on his drives, storing whatever rhythms he thought of in the back of his brain for his new album.

When they reached the venue, he had barely gotten out of the car when two arms wrapped around him.

"Mikey!" A raw voice called out to him.

"Hi, Di." Michael responded slightly surprised, not expecting her to come out of thin air.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah! I'm actually really excited to-"

"Great!" She cut off mid-sentence. "You can stand by me!"

"Uhhh sure." Michael trailed off. He had always looked up to Diana ever since he was a little boy. He even had a little crush on her, but now, he can't help to feel like she doesn't care about him. Just looks at him like a piece of candy.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he gets in this room and shows what he can really do. While the rehearsals are in a large studio booth down the hall, he walks in the other direction to go say hi to Quincy, knowing that he's recording in there.

As he approaches the door he hears Quincy's voice. "Alright that was really good, but how about you take it from the climax of the song. I just wanna hear you spice it up a little."

"You want me to start from 'If your listening god'?" A feminine voice asks.

"Yup."

"And you want me to spice it up?" She asks nervously.

"Yeah, you know you're a powerhouse, girl! Just feel it."

Michael reaches the room just as their small conversation ends.

"Hey Q!" He announces himself.

"Oh, hey Mike! Whatchu doin in here?"

"We got a few minutes before we start rehearsal, thought I'd pop in and say hi."

"Thought WE"D pop in and say hi." Diana interrupted.

"Hi Diana." Quincy spoke, in a tone much more exasperated than he had used with Michael.

"Ummm Quince? Are you ready?" A hesitant voice spoke over the intercom. All three people turned their attention to the booth.

Quincy, suddenly remembering the girl was there, quickly spoke. "Oh yeah. Sorry Y/n, i got caught up with Mike out here." At the mention of Michael's name Y/n lifted her head to look out of the glass.

To her surprise, he was already looking at her. Diana was still clinging to his arm, so he gave her a small wave with his free hand. Y/n waved back with small blush on her cheeks.

"Do you want us to leave? Or-" Michael started to speak again before he was cut off. Take a wild guess who.

"No. I wanna hear this." Diana said with a slight mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Alright then. Y/n, I'm gonna start the track a couple of measures before your cue. remember to really let go. You've got this."

Y/n took a deep breath and closed her eyes feeling the beat of the music. And then she started to sing.

If your listening god

please don't make it hard

to know if we should believe the things that we see

Diana scoffed hearing the first few lines, the girl had sung the lyrics the basic way they were before. She was about to start complaining when the 19-year-old showed her true talent.

Tell us should we try and stay or should we run away

or is it better just to let things be

living here in this brand new world might be a fantasy

Y/n felt the world melt away as she sung the lyrics. Keeping her eyes tightly closed and blocking out the world around her. She settled into the song letting her gutty voice ring out, complimenting the song perfectly well

but it's taught me to love

so it's real, its realll to me

The riff floating easily through her throat made Micheal's eyes widen. He whispered a soft woah as he stared at Quincy in disbelief. Quincy just looked at him and gave a proud nod. Unbeknownst to both men, Diana's scowl was becoming more prominent on her face by the second.

and I've learned that we must look inside our hearts to find

a world so full of love

like yours like mineee

She clicked her heels three times in the booth to the music, something subconscious that she's done ever since she booked the role. not realizing how iconic the move would later become on stage.

Like homeeeeee

She held out the note for the full outro, even a couple beats longer. Her strong voice never wavering. Once the song had stopped, it was almost if that girl who just sung her heart out disappeared.

She slowly opened her eyes and stared at Quincy nervously.

"How was that?" She questioned, shrinking back instinctively as if she was waiting for criticism.

"That was...wow." Quincy responded, suddenly losing his ability to speak.

She took her headphone off and gently placed them on the microphone. Then she made her way out of the booth. "Are you sure it wasn't too much? Do you need me to tone it down a little?"

"No, that was-" Quincy was interrupted in his attempt to reassure the girl. Suprise suprise.

"Yeah, you should." Diana's shrill voice cut through the room. Shifting the emotions of pure awe from the men to an air of uncomfortable and bitter disdain. "You did way too much. I mean sure, it was pretty good for someone your age but all of the stuff you added was unnecessary and made the lyrics hard to understand."

As soon as she was done speaking the entire room was silent. Quincy was staring at Diana with his jaw clenched, almost as if he was physically holding himself back from saying something. And Michael was slowly getting upset.

Of course, he had looked up to the woman for a long time, so in his head he tried to make an excuse for her. Maybe she was just trying to help? Diana can be blunt sometimes.

But when he saw the look on the girl's face, he knew that Diana was wrong. Y/n had a beautiful voice, and she was scared to show it. It doesn't take an expert to see that she was probably scouted for this role. She was already shy and had managed to work up enough courage to sing in front of not one but two of her idols and Diana had crushed her spirit.

Y/n's head had bent down, her eyes staring at the tips of her shoes, and her shoulders having a slight slump in them. "Yeah sure," she said trying to sound chipper. "I know you have to go help with the other song Quincy. So maybe I could practice at home and then come back tomorrow and record with all of the guys."

"No." Michael spoke up, unlooping his arm from Diana's. "That was absolutely perfect, your voice sounds so strong and clear. Please don't change that about yourself. It makes you different from everyone else."

Y/n lifted her head at Michaels compliment. In slight disbelief that the pop star had just given her such a huge compliment.

"Oh! Uhh, thanks." She said while blushing. She checked the time on her watch. "Oops I'm overtime. I'm gonna be late for rehearsal. See you tomorrow, Q!" She stops in her tracks once she reaches the door and turns around. "Bye Michael."

"Bye Y/n." At that she smiles and practically skips away.

Michael stares at the door frame even after she's left. Should I reprise my role as the scarecrow? I mean the first time was terrible, but she's amazing. Plus, I've always wondered what it's like to be on Broadway-

"Michael!" Diana's voice cut through his thoughts. "Why did you tell her that it was perfect, when it obviously wasn't. You're a perfectionist, you should know that."

"Diana, I think it's time for you to go to the other room." Quincy said calmly.

"What! Why?"

"Because Y/n really looks up to you, so I didn't want to say anything while she was still here. But you were, excuse my language, rude as fuck. That girl is basically my niece and just like I don't tolerate shit said to me, you can't say shit to her either." Diana listened to Quincy's words with her mouth wide open in shock. "I respect you though, so that's all I'm gonna say."

"Wha..." She trailed off. "I was just giving her constructive criticism! Right Michael?" She turned her attention to the man who was still staring at the door. He had taken her side multiple times in the past, so she expected no different from him. Well, she expected wrong.

"I don't know Di. You were pretty mean." Michael spoke up.

"Are you kidding me!?" She exclaimed.

"Look Diana, I was trying not to be mean. But the fact of the matter is that you're pushing 40 and bullying a girl half you age, who honestly sang the song better than you." Quincy spoke up, stating his true feelings. "So, I just suggest that you go to the other room and start rehearsal with the rest of the group."

Diana couldn't defend herself after that. She stared at Michael, waiting to see if he would stand up for her. But Michael just stared at the ground.

"Whatever." She said as she stormed out of the room.

The two men just stared at each other for a moment and slowly followed out of the room. Both knowing subconsciously that they had a long day ahead.

[startingsomethin]

"michael jackson fanfic is wrong. he didn't consent to it. i read real people fanfic, but this is weird." y'all have selective outrage, i swear.

none of you were saying shit when a harry styles fanfic became a movie series and saying michael didn't consent like it isn't well documented how he was actively involved in fan clubs about himself, where he would happily engage with his fans and was found giggling and kicking his feet, reading fanfic about himself. people in his inner circle have said he never had an issue with it, he enjoyed the attention.

there was a whole website dedicated to fanfiction specifically written about him. people acting like he lived in the dark ages and wasn't alive for the Internet, so dumb. please focus on your own faves and leave us alone. my god. you ever think you keep getting recommended michael fanfic because you keep engaging in it?

[am3sss]

invincible!michael x single mother!reader

PART TWO! - read part one here

summary: michael and the cute little mother and son duo finally talk again, and heartbreak only seems to make their hearts grow fonder

i’ve been trying to write this but they deserve a happy ending as a cute little family𑣲⋆

a few days after the event in downtown new york, the high had finally left both you and zain, leading to the normal life you both lived.

the tuesday afternoon wore on you, a rough day at work but a short shift meaning you could pick zain up from kindergarten and make a lovely meal for the both of you.

zain was sat in the living room, thoroughly invested in the star wars movie playing on one of the channels whilst you collected the dirty laundry scattered around the house.

you reached under the couch, pulling out one of zain’s socks he had probably kicked under there along with a piece of paper.

“zain, honey.. please stop abandoning your socks under the couch”

“mhm, sorry mama” he replied, focused more on the tv than you, his hands dipping into the small popcorn bag beside him.

walking back into the kitchen to put the machine on, you unfolded the note, seeing the familiar words that had kept you up at night. the note the security guard had slipped into your half closed palm with michael’s number on it.

folding it quickly and putting it on the counter, only one thought crossed your mind. you most definitely were not calling him.

later that night, after you had washed up, given zain a bath and read him a story to get him to sleep, you had ventured back into the kitchen.

you turned towards the glass cabinet, gripping the handle tight and opening it to grab a glass of water. when you turned, your attention quickly drifted to the note you had left on the counter.

placing the glass down, both hands picked the paper up like it was a precious or fragile item but instead it was the key to your future, even though you didn’t know that yet.

you glanced between the note and the landline phone that was sat in the corner of the room, the green light blinking to show you it was plugged in. biting your lip, you walked over to the phone, your slippers sticking slightly to the floor as you moved until your hand took the phone out of its holster and pressed the numbers in.

the phone rang, your fingernail tapping against the countertop as you waited. it felt like it had rang forever, but just as you had finally made up your mind to hang up, the ringing stopped and breathing echoed down the speaker.

“hello, who is this”

you paused, eyes widening as you realised this was for real. michael jackson had actually given you his number and this wasn’t some sick joke somebody had played on you.

“hello? is anyone there?” he questioned, sounding more confused then he did when he answered it.

“oh-erm… hi michael, the security guard gave me your number the other day.. you know, zain’s mother”

“oh, hi!” he suddenly sounded much more awake, “how are you? how’s zain?”

you twisted around with the phone still in your hand, moving to sit atop the counter.

“yeah im great, thank you for asking. zain’s doing good as well, he’s just asleep at the moment.. how are you?”

“oh i’m so pleased to hear that! i’m okay now that i’ve heard that” he said, shocking you as you had only met him once before this phone call.

“may i ask why you gave me your number? i mean i could be like a psycho fan that you’ve just given it to… i’m not! but like i’ve just been wondering”

he chuckled, letting the question linger before replying,

“i don’t really know.. i think maybe it’s just ‘cause zain really warmed my heart that day, and you may have also left a lasting impression too, mama”, sounding more shy as he continued.

you giggled lightly, a warm flush spreading across your face

“well i really appreciate that, michael, thank you… zain hasn’t been able to stop talking about meeting you, he keeps asking when he can see you again”

“zain is a lovely little boy and i would be delighted to meet him again if it would make his day.”

“careful” you laughed, “if he hears that, he’ll be asking every day”

michael’s laugh crackled down the phone,

“i don’t think i’d mind”

the words settled between you both, and you found yourself smiling at the kitchen tiles.

“well, i’m sure he would be happy to hear that”

“maybe we could meet again, maybe at a zoo.. or neverland!”

“neverland?” you repeated.

“yeah,” he said, “i’m pretty sure i can survive a park”

you couldn’t help but laugh, the conversation continuing as if you were catching up with someone you had known forever.

two days after the original phone call, both you and zain were in the kitchen eating ice cream, his little legs swinging below him”

as you were nodding, asking little questions about his day, the phone rang beside you, zain suddenly quieting down in curiosity.

“who is it, mama?” he asked, his voice getting slightly higher as he lent forward.

you shrugged, picking up the phone and pressing answer before lifting it to your ear, “hello?”

“hi! it’s michael, how are you doing?”

you turned to zain, still speaking to michael, “i’m doing good, someone’s here wondering who i’m talking to”

you giggled, watching zain’s eyebrows furrow in confusion

“oh, past the phone to him, i would love to say hi”

you pulled the phone away from your ear, holding it out to zain, “it’s michael”

“MICHAEL!?” he grabbed the phone quickly, pulling it to his ear

“michael? is that really you?”

“hi zain! yes it is me, how have you been?”

zain looked as though he had a little mini heart attack, his eyes widening and smile growing across his face.

“i’m good! i didn’t think i would be able to talk to you for, like.. EVER”

michael laughed, your ears picking it up from across the kitchen,

“well i’m glad to hear you soundin’ so happy! your mama told me that you’ve been non stop talking about our meeting the other day”

“mama! why did you tell himmm” he whined, “i guess so… i just missed you”

“hey, me and your mama have been talking, and how about we have a fun day together, and maybe you can even come to neverland!”

“neverland.. what’s that?”

“that’s my home! it’s got a cinema, a zoo, lots of candy, slushies, slides, everything.”

“a zoo?!? what animals have you got in your zoo?”

“well how about when you come, we can go and look at all of the animals together. i’ll give you a little hint, i have a giraffe”

“a giraffe! oh my goodness..”

you laughed, his little mispronunciation of giraffe sounding more like a ‘gifaffe’.

“only if you stay on your best behaviour, okay?” you bargained, eyebrows slightly raised to show you were completely serious.

zain gave you a big cheeky grin, his teeth showing and his head tilting to the side, “i’m always a good boy, mama!”

the next day, you had picked zain up from kindergarten. his eyes were glued to the window as he stayed unusually quiet.

“zain, are you okay, baby?” you asked, looking at him through the rear view mirror.

“yeah, mama…” he let out a loud sigh, his lip beginning to pout.

“hey, hey.. what’s the matter?”

his head dropped, tears beginning to fall and his shoulders shaking,

“a boy in my class said i was lying”, he said quietly, “he said i didn’t talk to mikey”

your hands tightened on the steering wheel, watching him quietly sob in the backseat.

“baby, we both know you spoke to him. so if he doesn’t believe you, then that’s on him, not on you because you aren’t a liar”

that night, after you had given zain a shower, you tucked him in, sitting beside him on the bed, the phone in your hand.

“zain, i have a little surprise for you for being such an amazing boy” you said, smiling slightly at him.

his hands rested on top of the covers, head tilted towards you as the moons from his nightlight scattered across his face.

you pressed a button on the phone, a voicemail being read out.

“hi zain, your mama told me about the boy in your class. listen, you are so amazing, and so kind, and so thoughtful, and me and your mama both know that you aren’t a liar, okay? soon we will have the funnest day ever, sleep tight, i love you”

zain’s eyes brightened, flicking between the phone and you. once michael’s voice had finished coming from the phone, zain let out a quiet squeal.

“i can’t believe it, mama! i can’t wait to go and see him again!”

your hands smoothed over his hair before brushing down the side of his face, trying to soothe him and relax him to go to sleep.

“i know, baby. very soon we will see him again, okay. now it’s bedtime, i love you so much, baby”

he let out a yawn, your finger working its way down his nose and back up.

“love you too, mama. night night”

his eyes drooped before shutting completely, his breathing evening out.

you stood, walking towards the door and closing it slightly, still leaving it cracked open.

very soon you both would be seeing michael, and you could not wait to see zain’s reaction.

seems like this may need another few parts…

[1dk-her]

BREAK OF DAWN

"you and me, making love all way through another night"

✎Summary: In which Michael feels that he hasn't shown just how much he loves you, too busy with work and tours.<3

ᝰTags:younger reader(mj is 6 years older), pure smut with love

�Warnings: o*gasm control, unprotected P in V, breeding k*nk, oral (f! rec)

ɞWord count:900+

Heels clatter as Y/n slips them off, Michael trailing close behind her as they entered their home. Michael’s eyes wandered hungrily over his girls frame a little red dress hugged her body in all the right places, glitter sparkling as the light hit it.

He was obsessed.

“you’re staring Michael,” she said turning to look back at him. Michael catches his lip with his teeth as they hold eye contact, before he steps forward and takes her hand, “lets go baby”. He leads her into the bedroom; door barely closed before his mouth is on hers.

“You are so beautiful, how did I get so lucky”, he mumbled into her neck while littering bites all over before abusing the spot he had memorised to make her melt under his touch. Her sweet moans fill the room as Michael slides her dress off, fingers trailing lower on her body. His slender fingers slip under the slick lace that covered her wet heat. “Please Mikey”, she said breathless, grinding on his fingers hoping for any sort of relief, only to be met with disappointment as Michael hand slips out of her underwear, bringing his fingers to his lips, holding eye contact while licking her slick with a pleasured groan.

“C’mere baby,” he ordered as he laid her on the bed, before dropping to his knees, face directly in front of Y/n’s core. A wave of embarrassment washes over her, closing her legs instinctively, “don’t get shy on me now baby, let me show you how much I love you.” He looked up at her voice dripping with lust as he opened her legs wider before sliding the soaked lace down her legs. “you’re so ready for me baby. I’m sorry I kept my pretty girl waiting I was just so busy” he apologised before licking up her wet cunt before attacking her clit. “Fuck mmh… Mikey “she moaned fingers grabbing on the sheets below her, head falling back in pleasure. “Please, please Mikey”, she pleaded not fully sure what she was begging for, mind fogged from the pleasure.

“You want more princess? Hmm you’ve gotta use your words baby”, he cooed fingers toying at her entrance, responding with needy whine, “need more Mikey please”. And with that, Michael slips in one long slender finger into her curing just right to hit her spot, forcing Y/n to let out a loud moan head hitting the wall behind her repeating his name like a prayer. “You like that mama” he teases before sucking on her clit again, slipping two more fingers into her, “I know it’s a lot baby, but you gotta be ready for me, okay?”, he soothed the stretch from his fingers feeling euphoric as Michael found the spot that made Y/n’s vision go white.

“Yes! Right there”, she practically screamed; the familiar knot in her lower stomach forming rapidly as he begins to abuse that spot. “I’m so close Mikey more”, she beg mind fogged with pleasure that is short lived as Michael stood up from his knees slipping his fingers out of her slick heat. Y/n’s eyes widen from confusion and loss of pleasure sitting up a pout finding her face, “why’d you stop” disappointment evident in her voice, “didn’t want you to finish just yet baby, wanna watch you come undone on my cock” he said eyes darkening with lust, as he unbuckled his belt and pulling his pants and boxers off, releasing his thick leaking member, making her moan at the sight of it.

Thy both let out a loud moan as Michael slowly pushes in inch by inch in a teasingly slow pace, making Y/n whine out in frustration “quit teasing Micke-“, she was cut off by Micchael thrusting his full length in, reaching a feral pace hitting deep in her before pulling all the way out and repeating.

Y/n was seeing stars, the pace making her babble incoherently as her nails dig into Michael’s back. “Lift your legs up baby”, he ordered, as she follows using whatever strength she had as Michael hooked her legs on his shoulders, reaching even deeper inside her, making Y/n’s mind black out from the extreme pleasure as she let out a high pitch scream unable to control her own body. “s’too much Mikey. M’gnna cum. Please… ngh”.

“Not yet princess, need you to hold on a little longer f’me” he mumbled into her neck. Y/n knew it wasn’t a request; so, with all her strength she tried to hold on not wanting to cum before Michael let her. “Please Mikey I need to cum please” she begs, hoping Michael would listen to her pleas; and he does. His pace quickening while his fingers rub small frantic circles on her sensitive and puffy clit.

“Cum for me baby, let it all go” and with his permission she lets go, pleasure so overwhelming she doesn’t feel the pool of squirt that sprays from her sensitive core. “Oh god baby your gonna kill me” Michael groaned hips stuttering as he chases his release. “Where do you want me baby?” he questioned looking into her eyes, “inside I always want it inside Michael”.

“Fuckki m’gonna make you a mama, fill you up so good till your nice and round with my baby”, and with that he finishes buried deep inside you with a low groan that makes Y/n’s stomach flutter.

Slowly pulling out, they both watch as Michael’s seed slowly drips out of Y/n’s wet cunt; their arousal mixing.

“I love you baby”

tag list:@amilliongoodfish @brnettedoll4mj @szalipcombo @alohaluz

[1dk-her]

BREAK OF DAWN

"you and me, making love all way through another night"

✎Summary: In which Michael feels that he hasn't shown just how much he loves you, too busy with work and tours.<3

ᝰTags:younger reader(mj is 6 years older), pure smut with love

�Warnings: o*gasm control, unprotected P in V, breeding k*nk, oral (f! rec)

ɞWord count:900+

A/n: wrote this while breaking in my new heels now my feet are dead hope u enjoy

Heels clatter as Y/n slips them off, Michael trailing close behind her as they entered their home. Michael’s eyes wandered hungrily over his girls frame a little red dress hugged her body in all the right places, glitter sparkling as the light hit it.

He was obsessed.

“you’re staring Michael,” she said turning to look back at him. Michael catches his lip with his teeth as they hold eye contact, before he steps forward and takes her hand, “lets go baby”. He leads her into the bedroom; door barely closed before his mouth is on hers.

“You are so beautiful, how did I get so lucky”, he mumbled into her neck while littering bites all over before abusing the spot he had memorised to make her melt under his touch. Her sweet moans fill the room as Michael slides her dress off, fingers trailing lower on her body. His slender fingers slip under the slick lace that covered her wet heat. “Please Mikey”, she said breathless, grinding on his fingers hoping for any sort of relief, only to be met with disappointment as Michael hand slips out of her underwear, bringing his fingers to his lips, holding eye contact while licking her slick with a pleasured groan.

“C’mere baby,” he ordered as he laid her on the bed, before dropping to his knees, face directly in front of Y/n’s core. A wave of embarrassment washes over her, closing her legs instinctively, “don’t get shy on me now baby, let me show you how much I love you.” He looked up at her voice dripping with lust as he opened her legs wider before sliding the soaked lace down her legs. “you’re so ready for me baby. I’m sorry I kept my pretty girl waiting I was just so busy” he apologised before licking up her wet cunt before attacking her clit. “Fuck mmh… Mikey “she moaned fingers grabbing on the sheets below her, head falling back in pleasure. “Please, please Mikey”, she pleaded not fully sure what she was begging for, mind fogged from the pleasure.

“You want more princess? Hmm you’ve gotta use your words baby”, he cooed fingers toying at her entrance, responding with needy whine, “need more Mikey please”. And with that, Michael slips in one long slender finger into her curing just right to hit her spot, forcing Y/n to let out a loud moan head hitting the wall behind her repeating his name like a prayer. “You like that mama” he teases before sucking on her clit again, slipping two more fingers into her, “I know it’s a lot baby, but you gotta be ready for me, okay?”, he soothed the stretch from his fingers feeling euphoric as Michael found the spot that made Y/n’s vision go white.

“Yes! Right there”, she practically screamed; the familiar knot in her lower stomach forming rapidly as he begins to abuse that spot. “I’m so close Mikey more”, she beg mind fogged with pleasure that is short lived as Michael stood up from his knees slipping his fingers out of her slick heat. Y/n’s eyes widen from confusion and loss of pleasure sitting up a pout finding her face, “why’d you stop” disappointment evident in her voice, “didn’t want you to finish just yet baby, wanna watch you come undone on my cock” he said eyes darkening with lust, as he unbuckled his belt and pulling his pants and boxers off, releasing his thick leaking member, making her moan at the sight of it.

Thy both let out a loud moan as Michael slowly pushes in inch by inch in a teasingly slow pace, making Y/n whine out in frustration “quit teasing Micke-“, she was cut off by Micchael thrusting his full length in, reaching a feral pace hitting deep in her before pulling all the way out and repeating.

Y/n was seeing stars, the pace making her babble incoherently as her nails dig into Michael’s back. “Lift your legs up baby”, he ordered, as she follows using whatever strength she had as Michael hooked her legs on his shoulders, reaching even deeper inside her, making Y/n’s mind black out from the extreme pleasure as she let out a high pitch scream unable to control her own body. “s’too much Mikey. M’gnna cum. Please… ngh”.

“Not yet princess, need you to hold on a little longer f’me” he mumbled into her neck. Y/n knew it wasn’t a request; so, with all her strength she tried to hold on not wanting to cum before Michael let her. “Please Mikey I need to cum please” she begs, hoping Michael would listen to her pleas; and he does. His pace quickening while his fingers rub small frantic circles on her sensitive and puffy clit.

“Cum for me baby, let it all go” and with his permission she lets go, pleasure so overwhelming she doesn’t feel the pool of squirt that sprays from her sensitive core. “Oh god baby your gonna kill me” Michael groaned hips stuttering as he chases his release. “Where do you want me baby?” he questioned looking into her eyes, “inside I always want it inside Michael”.

“Fuckki m’gonna make you a mama, fill you up so good till your nice and round with my baby”, and with that he finishes buried deep inside you with a low groan that makes Y/n’s stomach flutter.

Slowly pulling out, they both watch as Michael’s seed slowly drips out of Y/n’s wet cunt; their arousal mixing.

“I love you baby”

tag list:@amilliongoodfish @brnettedoll4mj @szalipcombo @alohaluz

[1dk-her]

Yall im so fking excited for the new Spiderman movie omg

I saw the trailer yesterday and it looks so good and I can’t wait to see who Sadie will play

(Ps mature!michael fic will be coming later tdy)

[1dk-her]

Reading smut while at the bank

Talk about shameless