hey friend, I just wanted to ask wtf is wrong w people
I saw everybody was upset about a fic writer and I made the mistake of checking them out
Omg please don't look up jacksonsdearest im literally so deadass rn let your curiosity stay there if you don't already know who this is
-spiderman 😟
it’s these wildfires, man. everybody’s inhaling transformative amounts of chemicals from the air…side effects include severe loopy behavior
anyway, you know what curiosity did to that cat. i had to bite
and i’m gonna be real. in my time away from writing i’ve encountered some gnarly shit, some things so vile they couldn’t be good even if you’d told me shakespeare had penned it himself. things demonstrably disgusting. it’s the 2 girls 1 cup of fanfiction. it does exist in every fandom, though it’s not surprising that this is shocking and abhorrent to so many people here. i don’t necessarily have an issue with the fetishes and whatever and it’s tagged appropriately so i can steer clear and i won’t go out of my way to read that stuff but i mean trolling or not, there’s something veeeeeeery off with wanting to do shock in that way purely for shock’s sake. if you’re gonna burn my eyes id want it to be done sufficiently!!! and also…on tumblr? in such a moralized fandom? at least if you’re on ao3 you have some sort of buffer i feel like to post that weird shit. they just want the reaction that’s why people do it.
i also find it funny, the comments saying how these are real people they’re writing about. well yes!! they’ve always been real people. they get written about up and down, in and out, six ways to sunday and nobody so publicly bats an eye. i get why this is one particularly damning and disgusting and deplorable (whoa alliteration) mostly bc of the incestuous elements for me but they’re only saying that bc it’s gross stuff. at least that how i read it
my frontal lobe is rapidly developing, can you tell?
[you made dinner, but mike is hungry for something else…] | 2.1k words
WARNINGS: fem! reader , sexual themes , fingering , oral (f! receiving) , penetration , dirty talk , another size kink if you squint
[1991]
he’d called a few hours ago to let you know he’d be home late. you’d thought, by the grace of something holy, you’d be fast asleep by the time he slips into bed with you, but it becomes clearer as the night grows heavier that you too had begun to adapt to michael’s nocturnal tendencies. perhaps begrudgingly, you are wide awake. so you wait for him while your cornbread cools by the oven, still hot from the turkey dinner you made while he was gone, flicking aimlessly through the late night channels, legs curled under you until, well past midnight, you hear his key turn in the door.
he seems surprised to see you bumbling to the foyer, displaying you’d been strong enough to wait up. and he seems quite pleased by it, wrapping his arms around you and dipping you in love.
you beam at his sleepy doting. “hi, baby.”
“hi, angel,” he muses, capturing your lips in a devout kiss. “i didn’t wake you did i?”
you shake your head, nuzzle against him, the heady scent of him slipping into your nose and warming every nerve. his cologne, sweet hair oil, the perfect treat he was for you. “i missed you.”
“i missed you more,” he answers. his voice low, tired. his fingers squeeze you closer like he wants to bring you somewhere.
you size him up, arms secure around his neck. “did you eat at all while you were over there?”
he chuckles boyishly, already used to the question, and the repercussions of fibbing to get out of it. “no. we didn’t have time.”
you figured just as much, but could strangle bill and ted anyway. “well, i’ll heat up dinner for you, baby, you must be starving.”
you fail to notice that his grip on you doesn’t fall away easy. the fabric of your shirt, that he so aptly attempts to grab a hold of, slips urgently through his fingers and that’s when he notices. that’s his shirt. one of his collared button-downs draped over you like a nightgown.
those ardent eyes trail after you on the way through the house like you were a pie wafting on a windowsill. his bottom lip disappears beneath his teeth, seemingly staving off temptation.
“smells good, baby,” he says as casually as he can muster it and his ‘good’ comes out like gary, indiana snuck in through the backdoor and yawned back into his bones. you hum into a smile, the sound melting you delightfully like a popsicle on the fourth of july.
“it’s the cornbread,” you simper, bare feet padding onto the clear kitchen tiles. you bend into the fridge light. the tail of michael’s shirt betrays you, giving way to a glimpse of your panties. “your mom gave me the recipe for her turkey and greens. did you want all of it?” then, in the drawer at your hips, silverware clink and dink in your fingers, the large dinner plate you had wrapped in foil sat right beside you on the kitchen island. “i can just give you the turkey if you don’t want the whol—“
your face flushes a becoming red, surprise beams all the way down to the tips of your toes. you shift and feel nearly every inch of michael, spread out and solid, against your body through the fierce strain in his pants. you laugh, you think, but it comes out like a twist between a gasp and a gulping sound. you feel michael’s hands sneak around your waist, pulling you into his needy embrace, his mouth bending to your skin, sweeping onto your neck with gluttonous kisses.
you find his hands with yours, eyes fluttering closed to the heat of his touch. “don’t you want dinner?”
he doesn’t respond, just slips his hands beneath his shirt. slow palms wipe your skin with a sweetness, finding your breasts bare as he tenderly cups them. the shirt raises, exposing your near nakedness below.
“aren’t you hungry, baby?” you try again, though your voice only sighs meekly, cowering your head back onto his collarbone. tension quickly falls from you.
“‘s not what i’m hungry for,” he replies, simply, still mouthing along your neck.
“baby…”
he hums into your shoulder, sending vibrations dipping all down your body like it was a line on the telephone.
“you look so good in my shirt.” the ‘good’ dancing out again like sipping iced tea on the rickety back porch.
his skin grazes your nipples delectably, the decadence makes you want to fill your mouth with something. his unoccupied hand sweeps down your belly. you welcome his fingers slipping beneath the band of your panties.
“mm mm mm,” he marvels at the feel of you with a shake of his head. your neck now slick with the remnants of his tongue.
michael places his weight on your back, sandwiching you between his fingers making a mess of you and his dick gliding against the fabric still covering you from behind. your moans come out weakly, his arms like a harness for you to lean into as you slip your hips back and forth, grinding on each other.
“i’ve always wanted t’…t’ do it here,” he whispers, huskily.
“me too…” and you have. you often imagined it like this, after dona would go for the day, just the two of you, making love, hands begging for mercy against the counter, and finding nothing to grab.
you shiver against him. he swipes deep between your legs with his middle finger. slick stains his skin.
that was all he needed. his shoe nudges your heels as he slides it in between your feet and you tip toe your legs apart, the way you open feels serene in his baptized hands. “that’s it…that’s it, baby…my baby…” he coos, coaxing you. his open mouth huffing like a furnace. “you gonna give it to me?”
your hands cup the edge of the marble, wordless.
“hm?”
your temples sweat as you nod your answer. “mhm.”
his hand rebounds, wetting your belly as he pulls it away. that sweet ache he leaves you with sends a whine up throat.
“bend over.”
you had no time, no desire, to question what’d gotten into him, like a hound on a leash, you obey. he kneels down, observing your thighs quivering with the strain of arousal. his touch is light and ticklish as his hands sail up the back of your legs, pushing his shirt over your hips and effortlessly dragging your panties down. he, with his manners shining, stretches the fabric in his fingers so you can step out of them, expanding the dark spot where you soaked through. with a light pull on your shin, he beckons you around.
seeing him down on one knee sent your heartbeat seething through you. you pulse, flowering like his face was the sun. he brings your foot up to his knee, resting the sole on it. you watch him wet three fingers in his mouth, a concentrated lust brewing. he touches you gently, spreading your lips apart like he was searching for a jewel. he smiles when he finds it. but he doesn’t let himself win it yet.
he flicks his gaze up at you and then down at her, like he was proud of it. “pretty girl…” he whispers, his tongue peaking out from between his perfect smiling teeth.
he lifts his head to you, slowly, pointedly, zig zagging his tongue from the bottom to the top, humming his eyes shut as your scent envelops him. heavy, sweet, the tip of his tongue now covered in your slick pool. his sweet mouth seals around your clit, sucks and licks, one hand cradles your ankle, the other stabilizes your trembling hip. he swallows the longing as it spills down his throat.
“oh—michael—y-yes.” your hands sweep into his hair, not pulling, but leading the loose curls into your fists, massaging his head like a house cat. “yes,” you whimper, rocking into his tongue, feeling so good, feeling so free. it’s your house and you can have your man; your pop-star; the king between your legs, in your kitchen, whenever you so please.
his eyes open, eyelashes aflutter, as he guides his fingertips to your throbbing core, already clutching around the idea of him. it’s easy, when he slides each of them inside and curls deftly. two of his knuckles bend into your ridged wall, petting you in all ways. you keep your hands in his hair, breathlessly moaning, stepping onto his thigh deeper with each nudge of his fingers and tongue, each suckle from his lips. your mouth slacks as you come, body elated and shaking while he sucks it up, still caressing you inside until you keel over his head, his mouth berating you to bliss like an incessant drum. then, he stops, soft and loving, giggling under your belly.
you let him up, the muscles in your abdomen utterly spent.
“you alright, baby?” he cups your face in his talented hands, gazing into your eyes. his smile smug. triumphant.
“y-yes,” you pant.
his thumb brushes over your lips. gentle. “you want more?”
you answer like a girl possessed, “yes.”
what time was it? what did it matter? the food? oh…you forgot all about that.
“you want it right here?”
he peers into your eyes, they’re flooded with silent pleading.
“i want it right here,” you echo, lips parted, words pour out of you like a most desperate beg.
his lips collapse into yours, the kisses between you quick and clouded by passion. your hands tug fabric from his pants, knocking into tight muscles, soft and smooth on your fingers. his zipper lowers with a high pitched grind, his lips all over you, wildly claiming skin as your breath sweeps out of you in gusts. michael kisses down your neck and licks back up the muscle, closing his mouth around your earlobe.
his hands grab and spin you, pressing his palm to your lower back. as you lay your chest flat to the surface, you look at him, his eyes cast down to the pearling between your legs.
“mmm…baby.” he eases against the opening. you part for him without any toil and he rocks you into a dream, one so entangled in love.
tears fill your eyes to accompany your whimpering at the depth of him. all of his girth barely squeezing inside, especially not from this angle. your body arches into whatever irrepressible sensation he gives. you love him, you thought, you love him so much.
his hips speed. quicker and quicker, but loving all the same. his hands cull your body up to drape his head against your shoulder. with his hold on you, you can feel his heart beating. you can feel it everywhere. in a sudden bite of passion, you drag your knee up on the counter edge and he groans, edging deeper inside.
“you don’t understand what you do to me.” he begins to chant into your ear, sweating from all his longing. “you don’t understand…” he shakes his head, his voice a broken plea. “you don’t understand, baby.”
you hook your arm around his head, your folded shirtsleeve drooping up on your bicep. you pull him in, looking deeply into his doe eyes.
“make me…make me understand—i—i wanna—ah—understand.” your breath comes out in hitches, sucking the air from your words.
a soft growl rumbles from him. the heat from his body, the heat from his thrusts grasping you, trampling every thought and function. he rolls his fingers around your clit and you quiver inside. again and again and again until you’re whimpering.
“c’mon, baby, c’mon, baby.” he hooks onto your mouth, the kiss deep and fast as you tighten into orgasm, a spasm tumbling around his throbbing width. slowly reopening, unable to recover, you feel yourself spill over, slipping and shaking along his length like grooving waves. your leg gently comes down as he empties you with a quickness. he holds your gasping body close to him as he pumps his length, wet with your arousal, and comes into his fist.
the afterglow looks hazy, sleepy, and smiling. your hands rub his face affectionately, your lips kiss the corner of his mouth. “you want your dinner now?”
michael lets out a noise that resembles a snort. you look at him with a confused smile…you’re not joking.
NOOOOO WRITENBYCHRIS AND STARLIGHTMJ WHYYYY I loved those two fics you put in your fic rec page 😭💔💔💔 I was gone from Tumblr for a while (thank you phone...) so I was confused asf as to why I couldn't find some people's fics lolol
-spiderman is gonna by my anon tag now, 🕷🕸❤️
P.s. please don't delete your account too! 😔
hi spiderman!!!!!! my first anon tag hehehehe
oh yeah i’m literally so upset about starlightz, she’s been such an inspiration to me as a writer. i think for her and for chris, they were just having a difficult time for different reasons and i was very close to chris for a period of time so it was just like omg
i definitely don’t plan on deleting!! i have inactive blogs from 2015 i don’t even look at but they’re still there lol. i like to archive things! if anything i’d probably just like put some fics under construction if i wanted to edit anything
Who is/was your favorite writer? Could be anyone active rn or anyone's who is inactive/ deleted their account
I don't have one atm 😔😭
-same anon who asked about why everyone disappeared
hi lovely!! i really can’t pick a fav honestly everybody’s so talented 💔 but i did make this post a whiiiile ago with all my fav fics & their authors. it sucks bc i clicked on many of the account links and so many are gone WAAAAH
im glad there are more Michael writers. But why does it seem like all the OG writers i like either left or are entirely or almost entirely inactive, i saw someone even deleted their entire page, fics and everything with like no warning
am I crazy or is that a thing that others have noticed as well
you’re definitely not crazy, i’ve noticed it a lot too as someone who is wayyyy less active than i was a year ago!
i’m so sad to see people deactivating and deleting their accounts, idk what to make of it really
i can speak for me when i say that my fixation has worn off significantly since last year, i would even say since last summer i could notice myself peeling off more and more just because my inspiration had dwindled and i wasn’t really into the drafts i started. i thought the movie would help that but it didn’t :( im just simply not in a writing mood! im also in a new space in my life where i cant dedicate time to write like i could before, im sure many of us are in that same boat who are a little older than new writers or even the same age and just doing different things like school or whatever
i also got pissed kinda bc after the movie came out all of my irl friends suddenly had so much to say about michael and i was like hey…what about all last year when i wanted to talk to you about this stuff and nobody wanted to? but that’s a j that’s still holding onto their long ago gatekeeper energy i adopted when i was heavy in bandom
but this kind of thing happened to me too when i wrote for the beatles except it was different bc i had a book on wattpad i could say was completed and on tumblr, blogs have a very open end. so it feels incomplete and like……waiting for a volcano to wake up? anyway i’m saying that i often close chapters to the musicians i hyper fixate on and it seems like there should be a resurgence now and there isn’t
but watch i say that and tomorrow i’ll have something posted lol. huzzah! thank you for your ask <3
Hello! I am starlightz4mj. I have been contributing to the MJ fanfic scene since February 2025. My story “Sing To Me,” which I uploaded on December 9th of last year, was plagiarized across multiple works by the following account, which was created roughly two weeks ago (they were originally @/areyouhelenamarkos. They have since changed their username two more times.):
I understand this user released an official statement on their blog addressing the situation, but they omitted the major detail that there is screenshot evidence supporting these accusations.
Please! If you engage with this account or their content, I implore you to review the evidence for yourselves, because there is a substantial amount of it, rather than blindly accepting their words as they continue to deny any wrongdoing.
I identified roughly 52 instances across three separate works involving identical plot progression/development, including major plot points occurring in relatively the same sequence as mine, along with shared themes, multiple instances of identical dialogue and key details, and scenes playing out in extreme or exact likeness to how mine did:
Plagiarism In The MJ Fanfic Community Pt. 1
I will do my best to address this pressing matter that has recently been rising in the community, while also responding to some of the comments this user has made regarding the situation. If you are willing to stay and hear my side, I deeply appreciate it, and I will do my best not to take up too much of your time.
For those of you familiar with the current situation, I want to apologize for the delay in this follow-up. This whole ordeal has been very stressful for me, and I felt it was best to take some time to better assess how to proceed in raising awareness in the broader community that this type of practice is occurring.
Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, my disbelief and distress clouded my judgment and led me to take rash and, admittedly, impractical measures that I believed were appropriate for informing others of this incident at the time. However, I made those decisions without fully understanding Tumblr’s terms and policies. This has resulted in my main account being flagged, and it is now consequently shadowbanned.
Moving forward, I will be more mindful to approach this situation with greater delicacy and level-headedness.
Now, onto addressing the account (I will keep this as quick and concise as possible.)
These are their comments under posts from both my main and this account, some of which they have deleted, and I have highlighted the parts I wanted to primarily focus on:
The main portion I want to note on this page is another huge indicator of ai-usage (aside from the abnormal and over-occurrence of em-dashes I mentioned in a previous post. This is from the fanfic on their account titled "Okay?":
They claim to use a translation tool for their writing, as English is not their first language. I have been speaking to a couple of mutual MJ writers about the current issue of plagiarism, ai-plagiarists to be exact.
One of my mutuals, who is more active on Wattpad, has noticed a lot of ai-generated fanfics popping up on the platform. They were the one to inform me that this is a common excuse used to explain strange grammar that is often attributed not to a language barrier, but to people running others’ stories through chatgpt to rework parts of the writing before uploading it as their own.
When I first addressed this, I briskly scrolled through their page just to gauge the kind of activity and upload frequency they had. However, when I went back later to investigate further, I saw that they had about four or five fics posted. Of those, I recognized three as stolen reworks of my fanfic “Sing To Me.” So, I’ve now come to realize that this user had been primarily taking from my account.
I actually want to thank them for not taking the fics down. It allowed me to get the screenshots I needed, as well as discover that another work had also been plagiarized from mine. This is not a mere coincidence of “similar tropes and dialogue.” I encountered numerous occurrences across their works that contained the same scenes, phrasing, plot progressions, and verbal exchanges as mine, which is a blatant display of stolen ideas.
By now, as you have taken a look at the provided link above and can recognize this situation for what it truly is, it is abundantly clear the lengths this user is willing to go to in order to maintain what are obvious lies. And they did follow through on blocking me, which raises the obvious concern that they will target another account in my place.
As I mentioned before, this has been a hot topic among mutual writers in the fandom. In fact, I went to get advice from an account on here that recently had the same thing happen to them. This creator has been active in the Tumblr MJ scene for even longer than I have, and I was greatly disheartened to learn that their work, which I deeply admire, was not the only one to have been plagiarized, but that I was already the fourth MJ account they had heard this happened to.
Not only is this a major demotivator for fanfiction authors who work hard to give you all content to enjoy, it sows distrust and skepticism in a recreational activity we, as readers and writers, use to build connections, form friendships, and create a joyful, friendly, and thriving online community.
If you can see how harmful this behavior is to the fandom experience, and value the time, passion, and effort writers dedicate to creating stories free of charge for all of us to indulge, then please consider helping to protect this creative space. Like, reblog, and share this message wherever you can to help raise awareness so authors can better safeguard their work against potential misuse, and readers can be better equipped to recognize plagiarism if they ever come across it.
I want to make it very clear that it is NOT okay to message or leave comments harassing this user, and I strongly advise against doing so. Simply sharing this post in any way you can is sufficient.
If you’ve made it this far, I sincerely thank you for sticking around this long, and I hope that my message resonates with you.
as the biopic ushers in new work and creators, i am caught at a crossroads of feeling. the fandom is more active than many of us have seen in a long time, but there is also an incredible lack of integrity in this space now that feels so disheartening to see!!!!!!!! like they have said, it is demotivating and i have hesitated coming back to write because of these instances of plagiarism im seeing. i don’t even wanna say be wary bc this is supposed to be FUN lmaoooo. maybe just double and triple check you haven’t directly copied somebody else? please?
your wedding fic is seriously something of dreams, so beautiful! you’re such a talented author.
…….
so when should we kiss? (consensually ofc)
really though thank you so so much i am so fond of that piece!!! i wish i didnt have a propensity for such little word counts or i would definitely expand on it a bit more
more sugardaddy!michael fuel…publicly admitting that he’ll buy you jewelry. he presents a long thin box to you and you know it has to be a necklace, and of course he says “go ahead and try it on. turn around and let me help you” and you feel his hands on your neck, tickling you slightly, then he comes back in front of you and lightly adjusts the necklace on your chest. “absolutely stunning… do you like it?”
yes yes yes!!!!!!!
facing the mirror you can’t even contain your blush. it’s the most darling thing you’ve ever laid eyes on. and he knows everything about the piece. what the jewel is, the chain material, the origins of it. and he’s beaming, hands behind his back, going “there’s only three of these in the whole world. mhm. :)”
and omg the “if there’s a girl i like at the moment i’ll give her jewelry” swooooons like obviously he likes you and you know that but he liiiikes you likes you
watched a couple tiktoks of young michael and thought about pillow talk or phone calls with him during otw era. his voice was very sweet and gentle, filled with hope and the drive to do his own thing. such a force and so iconic at a young age yet sounded as soft as a baby’s blanket. you’d try to fight sleep just to hear the way he said certain words, and your brain would nearly melt out your ears
it’s really the hope and drive for me!!!! he has a palpable like. virility is definitely not the word but like an exuberance and energy during that time into thriller that i just don’t see captured in later years
but yes i see you keeping up with his insomnia (or trying to and failing) and he’d snicker over the phone when you’ve been quiet for a while, calling you his sleepyhead or when you’re together, face to face in bed, and that gentle sweet pillow talk is paired with kisses he’ll always go “what? what’d i say?” at your heavy eyes and dozing smile and you’d just sleepily shake your head, “i just adore you”
sugardaddy!michael would love it when you get the chance to stay at neverland. you don’t live together so both of you cherish it. he’s arrange the travel so you arrive safely, comfortably, and discreetly. it would feel like an all inclusive resort since michael is already so generous towards you, you know that you’ll be catered to 100%. what michael loves the most is that it’s a safe space for you. you don’t have to worry about anything else outside of those gates, the things his riches can’t fix.
(side note - your attraction towards him would only grow while seeing him at his home, in such a domestic state. you’d cuddle, watch him lounge around, sorta kinda accidentally catch him showering with the door cracked, sitting on his lap)
10000000%
and he you! you in your morning crankiness, forcing the covers back over your head when he’s trying to shake you awake; the way you pronounce words differently and the full belly laughter that comes from teasing you; watching the way you organize the medicine cabinet so your things fit beside his
and even if you staying at home, there’s always a few dates planned for just you with gifts on gifts on gifts and all he may ask in return is your weight in his lap, a kiss to your shoulder, a morning where he doesn’t have to spend breakfast alone
i want to revive sugardaddy!michael for a minute…do you think he’d set up automatic transfers so you always have what you need without having to ask, or would he rather entertain your requests and fulfill your desires one by one? maybe your bills would be on autopay, but for anything else he wants to hear/see you ask
it's like you're in my brain or something....get outttttt (jk ;)
but yeah i think the words "it's handled" could be tattooed on this man's forehead from how much he says it. he can see you fixing your lips into a question and he just waves it away, "it's handled" or you're spending a few weeks at neverland and you walk up to him as he's working and he just gives you this amused smirk and you'll know "it's handled".... at least i think that's how it would be with whatever specifics y'all would negotiate in your contract if you chose not to live with him (which i think he'd want more than anything but if you're a more independent sugar baby or live far away he'll most definitely take care of the bills monthly)
for certain things he can simply see the light in your eyes and know you have to have it, or he has to see you have it, and he'll have this card swiped in an instant without you needing to ask. he finds pleasure in the knowingness.
for other things, like say you dinged your car or want a trip somewhere, he'll definitely relish in your puppy eyes...your coy pout.... your wandering hands.....
"you gotta open your mouth, baby" is his other favorite phrase :)
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