miah

i like michael jackson ok lol . esfp

[anotherparttofme]

i would rather die of passion than boredom. - vincent

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hello!! requests are currently: open

friendly reminder that my em dashes are typed by a real human (aka me) zero ai was used in my works, nor will it ever touch my future works. the punctuation choices are all mine.

masterlist. my rules. goodbaiii ;P

[prettyangeliczz]

he’s so handsome, i’m pissed

[anotherparttofme]

unreciprocated love

description: you’re officially michael’s favorite bsf, totally blind to the way he looks at you like you hung the moon. but when you start dating a guy, michael gets heartbroken and quietly pulls away, forced to hide his jealousy and watch from a distance.

pairing: michael jackson x black!fem!reader thrad!era michael jackson

cw: unrequited love(one sided) jealousy angst soft heartbreak temporary distance reader starts dating another guy (marcus) complete romance a lil fluff ykyk

wc: 1k

part 1 \ part 2 \ part 3

currently playing -- leave you alone by jeezy (ft. ne-yo)

you were sitting on the giant leather couch inside the studio, your feet tucked up under your hoodie, watching through the glass as michael finished up a track in the booth.

outside the booth, quincy jones sat at the huge mixing board, leaning back in his chair with a little smile. bill, michael’s bodyguard, was standing by the door like always, his arms folded over his chest.

as soon as the music stopped, michael took off his headphones and walked straight out of the booth. he bypassed the monitors completely and came right over to where you were sitting, sinking onto the couch right next to you.

"hey," he said softly, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch and turning his body toward you. "how was your morning? did you ever find that tea you were looking for at the store?"

you laughed a little at how intently he was staring at you over something so small. "yeah, actually! they had a sale so i picked up two boxes."

michael’s eyes lit up like you had just told him the best news of his life. he looked at you with total, undivided focus, resting his chin on his hand. "two boxes? really? what flavor was it again?"

over by the soundboard, quincy shook his head and leaned toward bill, keeping his voice real low. "look at him. girl talks about buying groceries and the boy acts like she just discovered a new planet."

bill gave a small nod, his face neutral but his eyes soft. "he hasn't smiled like that in real long, q."

a few minutes later, michael’s brothers dropped by to listen to the new mix. marlon walked over to grab a soda from the mini fridge, noticing how close michael was leaning into your space, hung on every single word coming out of your mouth.

marlon grinned, looking at you with a subtle little eyebrow raise. "you know, y/n… mike doesn't just let anybody hang out in these mix sessions. usually it's strictly business. but with you? man, he’s been talking about today all week."

"oh yeah," you smiled, totally missing the point. "we're both big music nerds, so it's super cool he lets me sit in!"

marlon just chuckled and shook his head, looking over at michael, who was still staring at you like you hung the moon, completely unbothered by anyone else in the room.

the exact moment michael realized he was completely in love with you didn't happen on a big movie set or during some glamorous night out. it happened on a random tuesday in his living room.

now playing -- hold me down by daniel caesar .

timestamp: 2:27 - 3:40

it was raining hard outside, and you had spent the whole afternoon baking a messy batch of cookies in his kitchen, laughing while flour ended up all over your nose. now, you were curled up on his couch, fast asleep under a heavy fleece blanket, your head resting against a pillow.

michael walked softly into the quiet room carrying two mugs of warm tea. when he saw you sleeping so peacefully, he stopped in his tracks.

he set the mugs down on the side table without making a single sound. then, he knelt down on the soft rug right beside the couch.

the house was totally silent except for the rain tapping against the windowpanes. michael reached out, his fingers trembling just a little, and gently brushed a loose dark curl away from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear.

his hand lingered near your cheekbones, feeling the warmth of your skin. he watched the steady, soft rise and fall of your chest, and suddenly his own heart did a violent, terrifying flip in his chest.

it hit him like a physical punch to the gut. a sudden, overwhelming wave of warmth and fierce protectiveness. he didn't just like your company. he didn't just think you were sweet. he was completely, hopelessly in love with you.

michael swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat as he stared down at your face. a soft, helpless smile broke across his lips, his thumb brushing over your cheek so lightly you didn't even stir.

it's you, he thought, his chest aching with how much he meant it. it's always been you.

he sat there on the floor for almost twenty minutes just watching you sleep, mentally building up the courage to tell you how he felt the very next time you guys were alone.

but he waited just a little too long.

the shift started reeeeal slow a week later.

it started at a small art gallery opening your coworker dragged you to on a friday night. that was where you met marcus. he was a photographer who had a couple prints on display, and after chatting about a photo of an old vintage record shop, he asked for your number.

at first, it was just casual texting. you didn't even think much of it.

you were back at michael’s house the following weekend, sitting on the floor by his coffee table while he sat on the couch behind you, idly playing with the ends of your curls while you both watched an old movie.

your phone buzzed on the table.

marcus: "hope you're having a good friday! let me know if you still wanna get coffee this weekend."

you picked up your phone to reply, typing out a quick response.

behind you, the small, gentle hand that had been lightly twisting your hair went completely still. michael’s eyes were locked on your screen. his mouth went into a thin line, a tiny flicker of tension settling in his jaw, but he didn't say a word. he just slowly pulled his hand back and rested it in his lap.

"who's that?" michael asked, keeping his voice light, though it sounded just a little forced.

"oh, just this guy marcus," you said casual as ever, setting your phone face down. "i met him at an art event last week. he wants to grab coffee."

"coffee," michael repeated quietly. his chest felt tight, the confession he had been planning completely dying in his throat. he forced a polite little smile. "that's… that's nice, y/n. he seems nice."

over the next month, coffee turned into dinner dates, and dinner dates turned into marcus picking you up after work with flowers. you'd talk to michael on the phone like you always did, casually mentioning things marcus did or places you guys went, because you were friends right?? .. completely blind to the agonizing silence on the other end of the line every single time his name came up.

michael listened to every word, his heart breaking a little more each time. he kept waiting for you to say it wasn't serious, but then came the night you officially became a couple.

you called michael to tell him the news, practically glowing.

"he asked me to be his girlfriend tonight," you said into the receiver, smiling to yourself.

there was a long, heavy pause on the phone. for five solid seconds, all you could hear was michael's soft breathing.

currently playing - bad religion by frank ocean

"michael? you there?"

"yeah… yeah, i'm here," michael said finally. his voice was low, hollow, and completely drained of its usual bright energy. "i'm… i'm really happy for you, y/n. really."

"thanks, mike! we should all get dinner sometime so you can meet him."

"yeah," michael lied softly, staring blankly at the wall of his bedroom. "sometime."

after that night, everything changed.

michael started pulling away, distancing himself. he stopped inviting you to the studio. whenever you texted him to hang out at his place, he was suddenly "super busy" with late-night dance rehearsals, emergency production meetings, or album planning.

you noticed the distance, but you were completely blind to why. you just figured his schedule was getting crazy because of how huge his career was—especially since you still saw him on tv all the time.

whenever he did talk shows or interviews, he kept up his smooth, charming-self for the cameras. he'd laugh, flash that devastating smile, and flirt playfully with the hosts like he didn't have a single care in the world.

watching him on screen from your living room couch while marcus sat next to you, you just thought, yeah, he's just busy living his superstar life.

you had no idea that as soon as the interview ended and the studio doors closed, michael would sit alone in his dark dressing room, staring at his phone, completely heartbroken, forced to watch the girl he loved fall for somebody else.

a/n: ok so last part coming soon stay tuned lol heh.

tags: @uptilldawns @iheartpinktulipsxo @michaelg4sm @thrillerskiss @mjlovemjmj @nerdyflair

[chwrryell]

Another Marlon moodboard!!

[mjsapple]

Mike in his tree. 🫶🏾🌳

[anotherparttofme]

. louder than words .

description: you met michael by total accident at a record shop, to you, hes just a guy who loves arcades and listens to you talk about literally anything. to michael, you're already the love of his life.

pairings: pairings: black!fem!reader, thrad!era michael jackson

cw: none! pure fluff and romance. strangers to friends, some mentions of "y/n"

wc: im ngl idk

part 1 | part 2 | part 3? 👀

part 2: you’re officially michael’s favorite bsf, totally blind to the way he looks at you like you hung the moon. but when you start dating a guy, michael gets heartbroken and quietly pulls away, forced to hide his jealousy and watch from a distance.

currently playing - crush , yuna ft. usher

the back room of the record store was super quiet and smelled like old paper and vinyl. right now you were looking at vinyls/records of the genres ‘soul’ & ‘r&b’

michael moved toward the back corner, thumbing through a crate labeled ' classic soul & funk[1970s]. ' he was just reaching for a pristine pressing of an old sly and the family stone when you happened to reach for the same thing.

michael pulls back slightly, his soft voice is sorta muffled by his coat collar. "oh—sorry about that. go right ahead."

you looked up from the crate, holding the sleeve between two fingers. you glanced from the album cover up to the guy standing next to you in the oversized jacket, sunglasses, and dark curls peeking out from under a hat in the middle of a dimly lit store.

"you've got good taste," you said, offering a small, easy smile as you slid the record out just enough to check the vinyl's condition. "though if you were about to buy this just for 'dance to the music', I might actually have to fight you for it." you teased.

michael blinked behind his shades, a quiet chuckle escaping him. "no, no fight necessary. I was actually looking for the b-side. 'everyday people'."

"okay, respect," you murmured, flipping the sleeve over to glance at the tracklist. "most people skip straight to the hits and ignore the actual rhythm section on the rest of the album. It’s mean, honestly."

“right?" michael’s shoulders visibly relaxed, the guarded posture he carried everywhere dropping an inch or two. he leaned a bit closer to the crate, genuinely intrigued. "the bassline on that track... the spacing is incredible.”

“yeah! It doesn't rush," you agreed, sliding the record back into the bin toward him with a slight nod. "here. take it. anyone who respects the bassline deserves first dibs." michael looked down at the album, then back at you, a soft, warm smile spreading across his face. one you couldn't fully see under his hat, but could definitely hear in his voice.

"what-- I can't just take it," he said softly, shaking his head. "how about a trade? you tell me your absolute favorite album in this whole shop, and I'll buy that one for you."

you laughed, leaning back against the wooden shelf. "a total stranger buying me vinyl? what if my favorite album is expensive?"

"then i guess i'm out of luck," michael said back, a playful look in his eyes. "deal?"

you pretended to think it over for a second before gesturing toward the next rack over. "okay, deal.“

you walked him down two small aisles to the ' 60s soul ' section and pulled out a well-loved stevie wonder album. "this one right here. the production is perfect."

"are you kidding?" michael said gently, taking the sleeve. "the title track has one of the best horn sections ever."

when you went up to the counter, michael pulled out a hundred dollar bill before you could even grab your bag. the cashier just stared at the cash and then at michael's sunglasses, but rang it up without saying anything weird.

once you both walked outside into the cool afternoon air, michael held the heavy door open for you.

"i feel like i owe you now," you said, fixing the strap of your bag. "that wasn't a cheap record."

michael stopped near the curb, pulling his hat down a bit as a few people walked past on the sidewalk. "you don't owe me anything. honestly... i haven't had a real conversation about music like that in a really long time." he paused, his eyes bright. "my name is michael by the way."

"i'm y/n," you said, holding out your hand.

he took it, giving it a soft, gentle shake. "y/n... well, if you aren't busy, i was actually heading over to a private rehearsal place a couple blocks away. they have a little lounge in the back with a few arcade games and pinball tables. no crowds or noise, just really chill."

you raised an eyebrow, smiling. "an arcade? are you trying to challenge me to skee-ball, michael?"

"maybe," he smirked, his posture totally relaxed now. "unless you think you'll lose."

the warehouse was huge and dark, mostly quiet except for the low hum of equipment down the hall and the neon lights of three arcade machines in the corner lounge.

within an hour of sitting on an old leather couch and sharing quarters for the galaga machine, it felt like you had known each other forever. you didn't treat him like a massive celebrity, and he didn't act like one. to you, he was just a super sweet, talented guy who talked about music with the exact same passion you had.

by midnight, you had finished a bag of pretzels from the vending machine and traded stories about growing up. when the conversation turned to his life, michael spoke softly about working on stage since he was five years old and missing out on simple things like going to an arcade or walking through a record store without security. you listened without making it weird or pitying him, giving him a quiet space to just talk.

"you know," michael said softly, spinning an arcade token between his fingers as he looked at you. "i kinda ... feel like i've known you forever. it's really rare for me to feel this comfortable with someone."

"yeah i get it," you laughed softly. "i mean, usually don't warm up to strangers this fast myself, but.. you're pretty cool."

michael's smile went soft, a faint blush on his cheeks. "i'm really glad," he murmured, looking at you for a beat longer than a regular friend would.

before you left, he grabbed a little notepad from his jacket and wrote down his phone number in neat handwriting, sliding the paper into your hand.

"call me tomorrow," he said, his voice gentle. "or tonight. whenever you want."

"i will," you promised.

a/n: making this a series btw ok so stay tuned lol aha

tags: @iheartpinktulipsxo @uptilldawns @michaelg4sm @mjlovemjmj @ovenchild1 @nerdyflair @thrillerskiss @m4rl0nz @invincibleluvr

[anotherparttofme]

Imagine after running your mouth all afternoon, jackie decides it’s time you finally learn to listen.

description: you’ve always had a bad habit of running your mouth and pushing jackie’s limits just to see how far you can stretch them. but after blatantly ignoring his direct orders during an all-day rehearsal, jackie reaches his breaking point and is absolutely fed up.

pairings: stubborn!reader x jackie jackson, fem!reader , mwoc!reader rebellious fem!reader, dom!jackie jackson x reader

cw: minors dni explicit & heavy smut brat taming over-the-knee spanking discipline rough & dominant sex creampie praise kink very rough handling face riding oral sex

wc: 1.173k

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jackie had told you three separate times to stay backstage during the afternoon run-through. It wasn't a hard request. the stage crew was moving heavy riggings overhead, cables were everywhere, and he explicitly asked you to wait in his private dressing room until the set was completely clear.

Instead, you crossed your arms, rolled your eyes, and strolled right across the stage floor in the middle of soundcheck, deliberately ignoring him while chatting up one of the audio engineers. you saw the exact second jackie caught sight of you from the center mic. the way his broad shoulders went rigid, his jaw clenched, and his dark eyes burned right through you.

he didn't make a scene on stage. he was too ' professional ' for that. but the quiet, deadly look he threw you across the auditorium made it clear that you were in deep trouble the moment the house lights went up.

the second the rehearsal wrapped, jackie caught you by the elbow. his grip was broad, heavy, and completely unyielding as he guided you down the quiet backstage hallway, ignoring your indignant huffs. He unlocked his private room, shoved you inside, and locked the door behind him with an authoritative click.

you tried to explain, "jackie, I was just—"

"I told you to sit your ass in here and wait for me," jackie cut in, his deep, firm voice leaving zero room for debate. he unbuttoned his jacket, tossing it onto the leather sofa before turning around to loom over you. standing at six feet of pure muscle, his presence completely swallowed the room. "you think it's funny to test me in front of my crew?"

"I don't need you telling me where I can and can't walk," you sneered, raising your chin stubbornly. "I'm not one of your backup dancers, jackie."

jackie stared at you for a long, silent moment, his eyes darkening as a slow, stern smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "you really think you're in charge, don't you?"

before you could mouth off again, jackie moved. In one swift, effortless motion, his large hand clamped around your waist, hauling you off your feet. he sat down heavily on the edge of the velvet sofa and flipped you right over his thighs.

"jackie! put me down!" you shrieked, kicking your legs and squirming violently against his lap.

"you're gonna learn to listen to me today," jackie growled, his massive palm coming down against the denim of your jeans with a loud, stinging SLAP.

a sharp gasp ripped from your throat as the heat exploded across your rear. before you could even process it, he brought his hand down again—SLAP—and again—SLAP—his heavy palm delivering sharp, rhythmic discipline that made your stubborn composure instantly shatter.

"jackie, stop! ah—!"

"shh," he sternly commanded, his free hand holding you pinned down by the small of your back so you couldn't wriggle away. SLAP. "you wanna act like a brat, you get treated like one. are you gonna listen to me next time?"

"no!—ow!" SLAP. tears pricked your eyes as the burning sensation spread, your hips twitching against his thighs. "yes! yes, okay! I'll listen!"

"good girl," jackie grunted, his tone instantly shifting from harsh to possessively warm.

he didn't let you up. Instead, he unbuckled his belt in one fluid movement and reached underneath your clothes, unzipping your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear, exposing your flushed, warm cheeks to the air. his broad hand gave your bare skin one last, firm slap, making you whimper, before his fingers slid forward, cupping you right between your thighs.

he found you completely drenched, slick with a mix of adrenaline and quiet arousal from his sheer dominance.

"look at you," jackie purred near your ear, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive core, making you writhe over his knee. "running your mouth out there, but down here you're practically leaking for me."

"jackie, please..." you whined, all your previous attitude entirely dissapeared.

before you could process his words, jackie shifted his heavy weight. he sat back against the leather sofa, broad hands clamping around your waist to haul you around. he guided you up into his lap, forcing you to straddle him facing his feet.

"hands on the armrests. stay right there," he commanded, his deep voice leaving zero room for debate.

you barely had time to grip the leather before his massive palms cupped your flush, warm cheeks, spreading you wide open for him. you let out a sharp, breathless gasp as the cool air hit your exposed core, immediately followed by the searing warmth of his breath.

without a second of hesitation, jackie buried his face right between your thighs.

his broad, wet tongue dragged flat and firm over your rim, slicking you deep before sliding forward to lap ruthlessly at your dripping core. a loud, shameless moan ripped from your throat. your knuckles turned white against the sofa as you rode his face, your hips rolling down into his mouth involuntarily as the intense, dirty sensation sent a wave of electricity straight to your toes.

"yeah, ride my face," jackie grunted, the words muffled against your wet cunt as his hands dug firmly into your hips, anchoring you right where he wanted you. he lapped deep at your rear before swirling his tongue back up over your clit, over and over in a heavy, relentless rhythm that had you weeping.

you bucked helplessly against his lips, feeling that intense, overwhelming tension coil tight in your gut. your toes curled, your thighs trembling as you hovered right on the edge of a screaming finish

abruptly, jackie stopped.

he pulled his face away, leaving your core cold and aching for that final push. a distressed, desperate whine tore from your lips as you tried to roll your hips back down toward his mouth, but his broad hands tightened like iron on your hips, holding you completely still.

"uh-uh," jackie purred, his voice thick and deep, dark eyes gleaming up at you as he licked his wet lips. "you don't get to finish on my tongue. not after the stunt you pulled."

"jackie, please—gosh, I was right there!" you sobbed out, practically vibrating on his lap.

"I know you were," he smirked, effortlessly lifting your body and spinning you around on his thighs so you were facing him.

he didn't give you a single second to catch your breath. jackie guided his thick, throbbing length right to your slick entrance, gripping your hips with unyielding force, and brought you crashing down onto him in one heavy, punishing thrust.

you let out a loud, breathless scream as he filled you completely, his broad chest rising and falling against yours while your over-stimulated core clamped down tight around his massive cock.

"now," jackie growled low in your ear, his hands digging into your hips as he began driving up into you from below with ruthless power, "earn it."

every single upward thrust was long, heavy, and deliberate, lifting your hips right off his lap before pulling you down hard onto his length. the smooth friction of him filling you completely while you sat atop him shattered whatever lingering thoughts you had of keeping your composure.

"jackie—oh!" you cried out, your hands digging into his broad shoulders for leverage as you tried to match his punishing rhythm.

"look at me," he commanded, his deep voice cutting straight through the heavy haze of pleasure.

you forced your eyes open to meet his. his dark eyes were pitch black with heat, watching every expression on your face as he worked you open. he leaned up, capturing your mouth in a deep, possessesive kiss that swallowed your breathless whimpers, his tongue sliding deep while his lower half kept up an unyielding, steady pace.

your overstimulated core slammed straight into overdrive. with his face still glistening from eating you out and his thick shaft driving relentless heat into your sweetest spot, you couldn't hold back for another second.

your walls clamped down tight around him, a violent, full body orgasm ripping through you. you arched your back, screaming his name into his shoulder as shuddering waves of pleasure washed over you.

feeling the tight, frantic pulse of your core gripping him, jackie let out a low, guttural growl. he grabbed your waist with both hands, driving up three more devastatingly deep times before he hit his own edge. with a harsh gasp against your neck, jackie buried himself to the absolute hilt and erupted, flooding your core with a heavy, scalding release.

he held you tight against his chest, both of your bodies heaving for air as the quiet hum of the dressing room settled around you.

slowly, his breathing evened out. jackie smoothed your messy hair back from your forehead, pressing a surprisingly soft, lingering kiss to your temple.

"good girl," he purred low against your skin, a satisfied, triumphant smirk settling onto his lips as he stroked your back.

"I'm sure you learned your lesson now," jackie purred low and stern, his grip leaving zero doubt about who was in charge. "from here on out, you listen to every damn word I say. you test me again, and I swear I'll fuck you senseless worse than this. got it?"

you leaned your forehead against his chest, completely spent, trembling, and dazed as you clung tightly to his biceps.

"yes, jackie... I got it," you whimpered softly.

"that's what I thought." he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

a/n: i finally posted be happy ok bye

tags: @iheartpinktulipsxo @uptilldawns @michaelg4sm @mjlovemjmj , @ovenchild1

i need a tag list super bad like its not funny , if u wanna be tagged in my fics lmk

[invincibleluvr]

so sensitiveꜝ❤︎ (black)male!reader x m. jackson

this work contains: nsfw (mdni!!), male reader x michael jackson, if that makes you uncomfy please block me/don’t read. sub!mj, inexperienced mj, dom reader, no use of y/n, handjobs, tears, and language .

disclaimer: despite me using em dashes, no ai was used in this fic nor will it ever be used in any of my works.

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“so, you mean to tell me, despite you being famous, you’ve never had like— anyone get you off?” you ask bewildered, brows furrowed as you look at the flustered rising star.

“don’t—don’t say it like that! but yeah— i guess .. it’s just, im saving myself for marriage ‘n stuff, my mother would get very sad had she found out I wasn’t.” michael says, hands fidgeting in his lap as he rocks back and forth on the hotel mattress.

you cock a brow, tilting your head. “you’ve never let a groupie get with you?”

“no. ew—never.”

“oh. would you want that?”

“what?” the star tilts his head to the side, legs stretching out fully once more.

“like— have someone else jerk you off?” you press, curious for a response.

michaels eyes widen, stuttering in shock, hands going to grip his pants as he closes his thighs. “what? no! I mean— yes? I mean— i dunno!” his ears are burning hot by now, his rosy cheeks growing pinker.

you snort, climbing onto the bed, leaning on his shoulder, your arm slinking lazily around his waist, fingers inching near his crotch. you mutter against his neck, your breath warm on the side of it. “i would—could— help you with that. y’know, give you some experience so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of a pretty young thang or somethin’. ”

the younger male bites his lip, gnawing at it before he nods yes.

“is that a yes? cmon, i need words michael.”

“yes—it’s a yes. jus’ show me..”

you snort at that, one of your hands sliding down his pants and underneath his boxers, briefly running your fingers through his unshaven hair before you begin to slowly stroke his hard-on.

he pants, face twisting in pleasure as you give him slow, tedious strokes. “ngh… m-more … gimmie some more.” he whines.

you arch a brow, “you tryna order me around, baby? don’t get too cocky now.” you retort, though you hold his member tighter, your hand jerking up and down less loosely.

michael moans, eyes fluttering shut, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead, trying to make sense of your movements. “feels so good.. nghhh, don’t stop—ah!” he whimpers, the young legends pretty moans filling the rented out room, forgetting and uncaring about the people right outside the thin walls.

you continue pleasuring the shy, yet sweet boy, his moans high pitched and cute. you can feel your palm warming up due to the friction, yet with the amount of precum he was leaking, you were positive it didn’t hurt him.

“you close, baby?” you egg him on, a jeering smile on your face as you watch him come apart simply from you fisting his dick. you couldn’t help but imagine how loud he’d be if you were inside—

you try and shake off that thought, instead going back to look at his tear stained cheeks, eyes clamped shut, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as noises continue spilling out of his mouth.

“mmfuckk— gonna— ‘m gonna cum..” he whines, head thrown back, hips bucking into your hand uselessly. he goes to grab at your forearm, other hand gripping your nape tightly as he whimpers.

“k-kiss.. gimmie a kiss..” he pouts, looking at you with doe eyes, spit soaked lip jutting out brattily, his dark skin flushed all over— at least where you could see.

a fond scoff escapes your mouth, though you lean in, placing a peck to his lips. the kiss deepens, you tilt your head slightly to slot your lips further together. michael moans into the embrace, eyes fluttering shut as his noises grow even louder, blunt nails digging into your arm as he finally cums, separating his lips from yours as he throws his head back, back arched.

“oh my gosh— ngh—ah! feels so—shiitt !” he babbles, cursing indignantly as cum spurts out from his length. he whines and whimpers as you continue to stroke him lazily after his climax. your hand finally retracts as your realize he’s done.

“it was that good, huh?” you tease, wiping your hand off on his already dirtied shirt that’s risen up, his torso bare.

“shut up!” he smacks away your hand playfully, not a singular note of anger in his tone.

“..you think you could show me somethin’ else?”

“you think you could handle it?”

a/n: this is a filler fic !! i intended to post a few other ones a while ago, but ive been struggling mentally recently so its burned me out :c . i hope anyone who’s read this enjoyed . pleaseee send me short asks/reqs to help motivate me ! and don’t be afraid to oomf me up/interact, im very kind i promise!

[michaelg4sm]

GOOD MORNING KRUSTY CREWWWWWWW good morning mjyaoi good morning mjtumblr good morning world today is a good day and it feels like a making art day so let’s see those asks…

🏷️ no taglist needed but ima do it anyway comment if you wanna be added:

@ovenchild1 @m4rl0nz @anotherparttofme @tmblrsmichaeljackson @frisgd

[aangelfface]

everything about this photo, actually.

[pvtypyt]

it's just ice cream ! 𓈒 🍨 ݁ ۪ ୧

Jackson5!Jackie x black reader

synopsis: where a late night run to a ice cream shop, things ends up getting real sticky quickly between you and your best friend jackie

warnings: blowjob, use of "mama, baby", flirting (mdni) ˖᯽ ݁ lovely request

The late-summer night air was thick and humid, but inside Jackie’s Cadillac, the air conditioner blew a steady, crisp chill. The neon sign of the 24-hour ice cream parlor buzzed softly overhead, casting pink and cyan light across the dashboard.

Jackie leaned back in the driver’s seat, resting one hand lazily on the top of the steering wheel. He looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. In your hands was a massive waffle cone piled high with your favorite ice cream, while he had opted for a simple cup.

"You're really gonna finish all of that?" Jackie asked, his voice low, smooth, and laced with teasing warmth.

"Watch me," you replied smoothly.

You leaned back into the soft leather seat, turning slightly toward him. You caught his eye and deliberately took a slow, languid bite of the ice cream, letting your gaze hold his. You lingered for just a second longer than necessary, letting a slow, knowing smile spread across your face as you tasted it.

Jackie stopped tapping his fingers on the wheel. His dark eyes widened just a fraction, a spark of sudden heat replacing his relaxed posture. He cleared his throat, adjusting his jacket as he tried and failed to play it cool.

"Is that right?" he murmured, leaning closer into the space between the bucket seats. "You just... enjoyin your dessert, or are you tryna' test my patience?"

"I don't know what you're talkin about, Jackie," you said innocently, taking another lingering bite, keeping your eyes locked onto his. "It's just really good ice cream." You said taking a slow lick on your top lip, licking off some ice cream off your lip.

"Mmhmm. Sure it is," Jackie chuckled, a gentle rumble in his chest. He reached over, his thumb gently catching a stray drop of melted sweet at the corner of your lip, his touch warm and soft against your brown skin.

He didn't pull his hand away immediately. Instead, his dark eyes searched yours, full of playful affection and a heavy, quiet intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. You took another slow lick, this time letting your tongue flatten and drag all the way from the bottom of the cone to the top, collecting cream along the way. A string of saliva mixed with melted ice cream stretched between your tongue and the cone before it broke. You swallowed loud enough for him to hear.

"You find this shit entertaining, huh?" He murmured, his lips curving into a slow, irresistible smirk as he watched you.

"maybe" you teased, tilting your head. "do you find this," you took another slow lick of the ice cream. "Entertaining jackie?"

He watched you, his eyes never leaving your lips. "Yeah," he sat his cup of ice cream down in the cup holder. "Come do that shit to me."

"mmmh I'm not done with," you held up your ice cream with one hand. "This." You smiled tilting your head at him

"I'll buy you another one later." He said, his voice low and velvety. He slowly grabbed the cone out your hand before rolling his window down throwing it out. A small dramatic gasp leaving your lips. "I was gonna eat that!"

"I said I'll buy you another one just..." he pulled you closer by your hand. He had no idea why he was so horny, or maybe cause of the way you kept teasing him knowing exactly what you were doing. Once he pulled you closer your lips inches away from his.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as he closed the tiny distance between you, his breath warm against your cheek. You let out a quiet, amused laugh, resting your hand gently against his chest to steady yourself.

"You're terrible, you know that?" you whispered softly, leaning in until your lips finally brushed his.

It was a slow, sweet kiss at first soft and lingering before you pulled back just an inch, teasing him. He let out a quiet growl of annoyance, his fingers tightening gently around your waist to keep you from pulling away. But instead of kissing his lips again, you leaned your head to the side, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against the warmth of his jawline, slowly tracing a path down to his neck.

His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as a low, raspy sigh escaped his chest. He threw his head back against the leather headrest, his pulse racing under your lips.

You pressed another soft kiss right at the dip of his collarbone, feeling the vibration of his heavy breathing against your skin.

Leaning back up to his ear, your lips barely grazing his shell, you let out a low, playful chuckle. "Awww, poor baby..." you murmured in a velvet-soft tease, holding his gaze as he opened his eyes, dark and filled with pure desire. "...you want this?"

He looked at you, a half-smirk tugging at his lips despite the breathlessness in his voice. "You know damn well I do," he rasped, reaching up to gently cup your cheek.

You whisper in his ear, "backseat?" The windows were already fogging somehow. He leaned back against his seat a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"You already know the answer to that."

The next thing you know the two of you were in the backseat, jackie leaned against the seat legs spread while you were between them on your knees. His dick already hard straining against his zipper. You reached for it but he grabbed your wrist.

"Mouth first," he said. "None of that extra shit, just like you were doin' that cone."

You looked at him fluttering your eyelashes, "duh." You unzipped him slowly, pulling his dick free. It was thick, flushed dark at the head, already leaking. You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave one experimental stroke, watching a bead of precum well up. Then you leaned in and dragged your tongue from the base all the way to the tip in one long, wet stripe, just like you done with the ice cream.

He groaned, head thunking back against the seat. "fuck..."

You circled the head with your tongue, collecting the salty precum, then opened your mouth and took him in. Your lips stretched around his dick as you sank down, tongue pressed flat against the underside. He watched in complete awe his lips parted before he spoke again. "There you go....just like that mama," he moaned lowly. "You got it.."

You went slow at first, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, every swirl of your tongue. When you pulled back, you let your lips drag along his dick with wet suction, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick before you dove back down.

His hand found your hair, fingers threading through the strands. At first he just held on, but as you took him deeper his grip tightened. You gagged softly when his dick hit the back of your throat, but you didn't pull away. Instead you relaxed letting him push your head down further until your nose pressed against his pelvis.

"You look so pretty like this," he breathed out, "so gorgeous, baby." His big hand stayed holding a good grip on your hair. "fuck—oh shit," he whimpered, voice already shaking.

You held there for a moment, throat convulsing around him, before pulling back for air. Spit ran down your chin, dripping onto his balls. You went down again, faster this time, and he started to move with you. His hips lifted off the seat, fucking up into your mouth in short, desperate thrusts. Each time his dick hit the back of your throat you made a wet, choking sound that only seemed to make him harder.

"Oh my god," he moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps. "Don't stop, please don't stop," he breathed out, voice shaky. "Your mouth feels s'good mama....fuckk" his other hand joined the first in your hair, both fists gripping tight now. He held your head still and started thrusting in earnest, using your mouth like a toy. His dick slammed into your throat over and over, each thrust making your eyes water and your throat bulge. You gagged and sputtered around him, spit pouring from the corners of your mouth, but you didn't fight it. You actually seemed to enjoy it, him fucking your throat until your jaw ached and your lungs burned.

Jackie was loud. Every thrust pulled another sound from him whimpers, moans, broken curses. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, voice cracking. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum down this pretty throat, you want that mama?, hm?"

You moaned around his cock in answer, the vibration making his hips stutter. He pulled you down hard, burying himself to the hilt in your throat as he came. His dick pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down your throat. You swallowed around him, throat working, but there was so much it spilled out around his shaft, mixing with your spit and dripping down your chin onto his balls.

Jackie didn't let go right away. He held you there, cock twitching in your throat, whimpering through the aftershocks. "Shit... shit, that was so good..."

When he finally released your hair, you pulled off slowly, coughing, cum and spit stringing from your lips to his still-hard dick. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen.

He stared down at you like he'd just seen god. "Round two when we get home?" he asked, voice hoarse.

You licked a stray drop of cum from your bottom lip and smiled. "Only if you buy me another cone."

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[tojiswifeforlife]

[mikaylajacksonnn]

starting to realise the more the michael movie hype dies down, the fandom is decreasing . 😶

likeee baby i’m true to this game not new to this game.. im not going anywhere anytime soon

[chwrryell]

Just had to leave another discord server🫩 in swagland 2 there was literally no age limit HOW😭😭😭balarke can I come back pls

[anotherparttofme]

how I feel everytime i write a fic

LMFAOO BRO IM DEAD AS FUCK WITH THIS VIDEO BRO

I also have a unfinished marlon x journalist reader & jackie brat taming fic in the drafts… haha… hah.. 👀 ouu shii

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[lil6uapa]

bad!michael who makes you say affirmations in the mirror... while he fucks you

── .✦

the bedroom was swallowed in dim golden light, the air thick around you. michael had you positioned right in front of the full-length mirror next to the bed, your hands pressed flat against the glass just to keep your feet under you.

his forehead rested against your shoulder blade, his chest working hard against your back. every time he pulled back and drove deep into you, his moans slipped from between his lips — so gentle on the surface, but rough with the way he was working his hips.

"look up, baby," he mumbled against your neck. his voice was so soft, but it left zero room to disobey. "look at how pretty y'are f'me."

his hands were large on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin to hold you still as he snapped forward again, grinding so deep into your sweet spot that your vision went spotty. you let out a high, broken noise, your palms slipping against the glass.

"tell me," he whispered, his lips trailing hot up to your earlobe. he hitched your thigh up higher over his hip, burying himself to the hilt and holding you pinned right there. "say 'i'm pretty.'"

"michael, please—"

"shh, no," he soft-talked, his thumb rubbing over your hip bone even as his lower body stayed relentless, setting a rhythm that had you trembling from the inside out. "c'mon baby, y'gotta say it. tell the mirror."

"i'm... i'm pretty," you choked out, watching his eyes track your flushed face in the reflection.

"yeah y'are. you're so pretty," he hummed. he tugged gently at your hair, tipping your head back until your eyes locked onto his in the glass.

you looked wrecked — chest heaving, skin slick, hair sticking to your forehead, your lips were swollen and parted.

"now say 'i'm beautiful.'"

"i-i'm beautiful," you sobbed, arching back into him as his hand slipped down between your legs, fingers finding your clit and circling it until your legs shook.

"that's right. an' what else?" he commanded softly, driving into you hard enough to make your knees buckle, his voice dripping with sweetness. "say 'i deserve this.'"

“michael, please. enough,” you whined, your face flushed from the words he was making you say.

you tried to turn your head, desperate to break contact with your reflection, but his hand came up instantly, fingers gently gripping your chin keep it in place.

“c’mon, sweet girl. you're doin' such a good job f'me, jus’ one more time."

"i deserve this," you cried out.

"yeah, y'do," he muttered against your jaw, his breath ragged as he pounded into you, his eyes glued on the mirror. “y'deserve feelin' so good, don't you? deserve the way i'm makin' y'feel."

you nodded frantically, choking on a sob as he kept hitting that exact spot. "yes—yes—"

"y'deserve my cum too, don't you? tell me y'want it."

"yes, yes, i want it," you sobbed, your thighs shaking, almost giving out on you if it wasn't for him holding you up. "i want you to fill me up, michael, please—"

"good girl," he rasped, smiling behind you. "listening so good f'me... 'm gonna give y'whatever y'want."

and that he did.

with one last snap of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name into the crook of your neck as he flooded you, his dick pulsing and spurting deep inside you until you could literally feel it overflowing, trickling warm down the inside of your thighs.

inspired by a tiktok i saw this but i lost it</3

if yk what im talking abt or have seen it pls send the link

update: it was deleted unfortunately 😭

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[anotherparttofme]

could you do like off the wall era with michael as your best friend but the two obviously like each other 🥹🥹

its the falling in love!

est:2:15am.

description: between late-night recording sessions, being michael’s best friend was supposed to be simple. but as the hours bleed past 2 AM at Westlake Studios, a quiet, lingering touch on the carpet makes it kinda impossible to pretend those feelings are just platonic.

pairing: 1979!off the wall era michael jackson x reader , soft-romance!reader , fem!reader , friends to lovers???

cw: slow-burn, heavy romantic tension, soft touches, cuddling, emotional Intimacy.

wc: 961

the studio clock on the wall read 2:15 AM, its quiet ticking completely drowned out by the gentle, looping rhythm of an unreleased bassline playing over the studio monitors.

for four months, this couch in Westlake Studios had been your second home. you knew every line of michael’s recording schedule by heart. you knew when he was running on pure inspiration, and you knew when his voice was too tired to push past another take.

right now, he was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the front of the sofa right between your knees. he wore a basic button-down shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his fluffy afro framing his face, and his eyes half-closed as he listened to the track playback. between his feet sat a single glass of orange juice with a straw—a ritual he’d kept since day one.

"you think the chorus needs another layer?" michael asked softly. his voice was a raspy, quiet whisper, completely worn out from hours in the booth.

"no, mike," you said gently, leaning forward to brush a stray coil off his forehead. "It’s perfect. you’re overthinking it because you’re tired."

michael tilted his head back against your knee, looking up at you. his dark eyes held that quiet, intense gravity he only ever showed when the cameras were off and it was just the two of you.

"I only care what you think," he murmured, his lower lip catching between his teeth. "everyone else tells me what sounds good for the radio. you tell me what sounds real."

your chest tightened. It was always like this. this steady, agonizing pull that had been growing between you for over a year. everyone in his circle made subtle jokes about how inseparable you were, but neither of you had ever dared to cross that invisible line. the friendship was too sacred, too safe to risk.

slowly, carefully, michael reached up. his long, warm hand rested on your knee. he didn't pull or demand anything; his long fingers just settled there, feather-light, applying barely any pressure at all as his thumb traced small, hesitant circles through the fabric of your jeans.

"michael..." your voice barely carried over the low hum of the speakers.

"I know," he whispered back, his breath hitching slightly. he didn't move his hand away. If anything, his touch grew a fraction warmer, his eyes searching your face for any sign to stop. "I know... we shouldn't."

"shouldn't what?"

"Change things," michael said softly, his voice trembling just a bit. "lost so many people... can't lose you."

you slid off the edge of the sofa, moving down onto the plush carpet until you were sitting directly in front of him. the sudden closeness made his breath catch completely. your knees brushed against his, and the ambient studio light caught the soft, rosy flush rising up his neck.

"you're not going to lose me, mike," you murmured, reaching out to rest your hand over his chest, feeling the fast, steady rhythm of his heart beneath his shirt. "you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

michael let out a breathless, soft chuckle, but his gaze remained glued to your lips. the silence between you stretched out..heavy, sweet, and charged with months of unsaid words.

he reached out with incredible care, his fingers hovering for a second before lightly tracing the line of your jaw. his hands were so remarkably gentle, holding you as if you were made of glass.

"can I..." michael trailed off, his raspy whisper dropping even lower. he didn't finish the question, but his eyes flicked down to your mouth, begging for permission without needing to spell it out.

"yes," you whispered.

he didn't rush. michael leaned in by agonizingly slow millimeter increments, giving you every single second to pull back if you wanted to. when his lips finally touched yours, it was barely a press of skin, a tentative, sweet flutter that made your whole body go still.

a soft, shuddering sigh escaped michael’s throat against your mouth. the restraint broke just enough for him to pull you an inch closer, his hands sliding around your waist to anchor you against him. the kiss deepened slowly, completely unhurried, unfolding with a tender, reverent patience.

he tasted like orange juice and maybe a tinge of mint. odd combination, i know.. but that didnt matter when he was kissing you. when your fingers gently tangled into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, a quiet, helpless sound hummed in his chest, his hips shifting just enough to settle you comfortably in his lap.

"you're so pretty," he breathed against your skin, his hands tracing a slow, worshipful path up your back, his touch leaving a trail of electricity. "gosh, I'm so crazy about you… I think I always have been."

michael's lips trailed away from yours, pressing warm, lingering kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive dip of your collarbone.

"michael…" you murmured, your fingers tangling in his soft curls.

"sorry," michael whispered shyly, resting his forehead against yours, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, refusing to let you go. "I just… I've dreamed about this." his voice was almost breathless, like he ran a marathon despite him just kissing you.

when he finally pulled back just a breath, his forehead rested against yours. his dark eyes were wide, glassy, and filled with a quiet wonder, a brilliant, shy smile breaking across his face.

a beat of silence passed between you. "gosh..." michael whispered, his hand gently resting on the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your skin. "that took us long enough..."

"a little too long," you smiled softly, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to the corner of his lips.

michael let out a soft sigh, wrapping both arms securely around your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck, pulling the fleece blanket off the sofa to wrap around you both.

" i love you," michael mumbled.

" i love you too."

a/n: ouuu shittinggsssss... | i hope you enjoyed this anon!!

tags: @uptilldawns , @michaeljacksonluvr67 , @ovenchild1 , @michaelg4sm , @iheartpinktulipsxo , @oneedayinyourlife , @nerdyflair