drunk in love ﹕ after a lively housewarming party, a drunk!michael can't seem to keep his hands to himself on the ride back to your shared hotel suite. him being fueled by multiple ( mango ) alcoholic drinks + his desire for you, michael's teasing touches leave you desperate for more by the time you reach the room.
a love 2 keep ﹕ you and michael are enjoying a relaxing vacation in san juan, puerto rico. after a peaceful morning yoga session on the beach and a fun day in the sun, a few drinks at a beachside bar lead to a very intimate night back in your resort room.
miss me? ﹕ after months apart, michael finally has the chance to show you just how much you were missed. though you knew the reunion wouldn't last long, you couldn't take no for an answer.
on camera? ﹕ michael finds the camera you got him last year and can’t seem to keep his idea to himself.
foolin' around ﹕ after talking michael into sneaking over while your parents are out of town, the empty house turns into the perfect place for the two of you to finally have some uninterrupted alone time.
it's always the quiet ones ﹕ soon!
🎞️ ⋮ HEADCANNONS ﹒
spender!michael ﹕ mini scenarios about michael who absolutely loves the thought of spoiling you and treating you like a princess.
i’m sorry (not sorry) white ppl but y’all are not superior, y’all don’t run the world. and that’s why y’all keep giving us a hard time bc in the back of your mind you know the truth! if black ppl were “naturally inferior” y’all wouldn’t be all up in our inbox with this bullshit. like “LYNCHING” in 2026 is crazyyyy, just bc we are making fanfics about a BLACK man with a BLACK reader. michael did make his music for everyone but his target target audience was always black people and he always fought for black people to be represented and have a seat in the spotlight. so when we make our stories strictly for black!readers it’s not to bash other people of color, as black women michael holds a special place in our hearts that can’t be compared to any other race in my opinion. to me michael was a black man who loved his black women downnnn and that’s a different kind of feeling.
so to white people or any non-blk group ig i’m asking telling y’all to stop being so damn sensitive… i’m tired of all y’all harassing us.
Omg are you open to write for Jackie?? Reader’s parents are out of town and she has the whole place to herself!! Jackie should come over, make dinner for him and reader, and then they have each other for dessert.
sweet treat (18+)
jackie x fem!reader
summary: the home to yourself so you invite your man with a nice dinner, and a real good sweet treat..
contains: fluff to smut, oral sex (both receiving), dirty talk, praise talk
A/N: I love these type of jackie fics!!! here you go lovely <3
“Alright bye momma! Bye daddy!!” you yell out from the front door, waving goodbye.
“Girl if you don’t come over here” your dad says waving you over. You giggle before running over into his arms. Your father smothering you nothing but pecks all over.
Soon passing you over to your mother doing the same thing ending with one on your nose like when you were little. “We love you, don’t be havin no boys over! Especially ole jackie!” Your mother yells out rolling up the window.
“Okay, love ya momma! Love you daddy!” You say waving off watching the car drive off. You sigh, letting the excitement rush in.
You quickly run into the house, picking up the phone by the couch, dialing his number. “Hello?” Marlon answered the phone, “Mar can you give jackie the phone” you ask.
“Jackie! Ya lady callin for you!” He yells out on the other line, “Hush that mouth of yours” Jackie says snaking up toward the phone. Flushing hitting your cheeks as your smile becomes more cheesy.
“Hey baby” Jackie says sweetening his voice to you. “Hii sig, watcha doin tonight?” you ask immediately.
He chuckles at your insinuation, “Nothin angel, whatcha got planned for us?” “Well I got the whole house to myself so I was thinking we have dinner and do whatever” you respond, wrapping your finger around the cord.
“I’ll be there soon pretty girl” he says before hanging up. You immediately step into the kitchen, messing up the kitchen with flour, and creating an aroma of seasonings.
When you finally get the mac n cheese into the oven you decide to go freshen yourself up, putting on a matching light pink sweater set, finishing up with your favorite calvin klein perfume.
As you fix up your hair, you’re interrupted by your doorbell. Your smile immediately coming back, running downstairs to open the door, seeing his tall figure with his bright smile looking down on you.
“There’s my baby” he says before wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you up into the hug, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck, as your legs do flutter kicks.
“Missed you s’much sig…” you say, pulling from the hug, looking at him. His mouth deepening its smile, as he perks his lips, bringing yours to meet his. The kiss starting off with love and affection, jackie slipping his tongue inside yours.
A moan let your mouth, you quickly pull away from the kiss, “don’t start boy” you say pointing your finger at him.
He chuckles setting you back down on your feet.
You take ahold of his hand, bringing him to the dining room where you set everything up, “this looks good baby” he said looking over all the dishes you made.
“Mhmmm all for you, I gotta go get the Mac n cheese into stay here!” You say walking off into the kitchen.
Jackie watched you walk away, his hips trailing down to your hips and ass moving towards to the kitchen.
You make it back with your mittens holding the casserole dish, setting it down onto the table.
“Dinner is served” you say swiping off fake dust off of your hands.
You sit across from him, watching him take the first bite, his facial expressions giving you a good enough signal to take a bite of your own work.
"How was your day pretty?" he asked watching you touch your food making a calculated flavorful bite. You look up at him, eyes softening at the domestic feeling between you two.
You and Jackie had always talked about taking things to the next level but you wanted to get your own stuff figured out before going ahead, not having to lean onto him.
Conversation soon flows easily to you two, as you two slowly stop reaching for more plates.
"Help me clean up sig" you say to him gathering up the dishes. He follows after you, hands on your waist allowing you to guide him to the sink.
You two soon get done after constantly messing around and water being splashed nearly everywhere.
"What's for dessert baby?" Jackie asks looking down at you, his cheeky smile plotting something.
"Didn't really think about it, but clearly you did" you say matching his smile with a deep smirk.
"Mmm maybe I did maybe I didn't..." he says looking away, scratching the back of his neck.
"oh shit—girl you gon kill m-me" Jackie growls out, his tongue swiping above his bottom lip before his teeth coming chomping down.
Your eyes fluttering your tears down your cheeks, as you look up at him taking him fully into your mouth, nails clawing his thighs.
your tongue kitten licking up till your mouth is pecking and swirling around his tip, sometimes sucking it.
“B-baby just like thattt—fuck” his head falling back, fighting back tears as you go back down, bobbing your head in a nice pace, your thumb, and two first fingers stroking the rest of his cock.
Tongue swirling all over, poking at his veins, coming back up sliding your tongue through his slit. His eyes fall back down on you, tears staining your cheeks, your cheeks a painting a pink color.
your hand stroking his cock at a rapid, non-stopping speed, tapping his tip on your tongue, feeling his cock twitch in your hand, "mmm give it t'me sig..." you moan out, your eyes half-lidded flooded with greed.
His palms wiping off the sweat on his jeans, moving a piece of hair out of his view. your hands squeezing his cock perfectly, squirming in his seat.
"god damn... girl, how bad you want it pretty?" he asked you, bringing a hand to grasp your chin, pulling your face higher.
"soo badd baby, want you to paint my face" you plead out, your pace growing more aggressive, and fast. Tapping his tip on your tongue becoming more needy.
bringing both hands to stroke his cock, slowing down your pace, watching his expression.
"c'mon mama d-don't tease m-me--shitshit" he groans out, his teeth grabbing ahold of his bottom lip once more.
your hands squeezing him once more before his cum shooting out planting straight on your tongue, and your upper lip, your hands still stroking him, pushing more release to paint your face.
"ohh fuck baby, look at thattt" he says watching you lick him clean, sucking the rest of his release.
"Mmm thank you pretty girl" he says, leaning down to meet your lips, sloppy and messy kisses, tasting himself on your tongue, licking your bottom lip before your tongues tangling with each other.
"you're welcome baby" you say pulling away from the kiss smiling. "I can't leave my pretty baby untouched can I?" he asked before grabbing you bridal style to the living room.
placing you onto the plush couch, immediately placing his lips on your jaw, kissing further and further down until he ended at your waistband.
Looking up at you for consent, nodding at his insinuation. Sliding your pants and underwear down together, opening your legs up, hands on your knees, on sliding to the inner of your thigh pinning you down.
"so wet baby" he murmurs, playfully making slow long strides from clit to right above your entrance. "sig please..." whining your way into pleasure.
"patience girl" he growled, before his mouth met your clit, sliding down to your enterance, licking and sucking ferociously. "J-jackie oh my..." you moan out.
Back arching off the wall, your hips meeting his lips, his hands pinning you back down.
his mouth traveling back occasionally your clit sucking and swirling it, two fingers slipping into you, his tongue darting your folds.
He loved being right inbetween your legs more than being inside of you, the taste of you and your legs suffocating him was his favorite part.
"s-sig...oh baby m'so closeee" you whimper out, looking down at him, his focus purely on your puffy cunt, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a decent pace.
Your warning causing him to slow his fingers but fasten his tongue, his mouth sucking your clit rapidly and licking you like a dog in heat.
His fingers curling right at your sweet spot, "oh sh-shit!" the last thing slipping from your mouth before your releasing sloshing his things, getting his chin mixing with your earlier arousal.
Jackie's movements don't falter nor stop, they continue, cleaning you up, releasing your core from his touch.
His lower half of face soaked, his state catching mixed drippings of your juices.
Jackie soon takes you two upstairs, cleaning you both up in a bubble bath together, your back laying on his chest.
"Love you sig" you murmur out turning around looking up at him with a sleepy smile.
"I love you too mama" he smiles back, giving each other small pecks on the lips.
imagine a sleepover w/ nerd maj. you have a wet dream about him while you’re in the same bed. you reach for him in your sleep and you quickl realize that it’s real life 🤭
ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: finally getting around to clearing out my reqs. y’all, i’m trying with the smut fr LOL, im cringing internally but i hope yall enjoyyyy
you and jermajesty had been friends for a while now. you met through a mutual friend. over time, you grew so close it was crazy. texting throughout the day, on facetime all night, soon came the random hangouts. sleepovers weren’t even unnatural for the two of you.
but this new crush you’d developed on him? was.
you weren't blind. you saw the way he looked at you. you noticed the way he licked his lips that one morning when you reached for something in the top cabinet and your silk nightgown raised up just a little bit.
you felt the way his hand lingered on the small of your back whenever y'all walked through crowded spaces, or how his hands gripped your waist to guide you when he moved past you. and you definitely remembered that time you were at a function, and started dancing on him. he had leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, "chill, i’m easy."
you had just laughed it off back then. because you were just friends. right? friends held hands. friends cuddled. friends slept in the same bed. that’s what you kept telling yourself, over and over, trying to force your brain to believe it.
you tried your hardest to push all thoughts of him out of your head before he came over. he had planned a movie night since obsessed had finally hit streaming platforms.
you tried not to think about how good he looked when his jawline was rough with stubble because he was growing out his goatee again. you tried not to think about how much you wanted to bite those thick biceps, or how badly you wanted to taste his soft, pink, pillowy lips.
you tried. you really did.
but as the movie credits started rolling in your dark bedroom, it became damn near impossible. jermajesty was fast asleep, heavy and warm against you. his head was resting right on your chest, dangerously close to your neck. hearing the soft, steady sound of his breathing against your skin made your chest tight.
eventually, you closed your eyes and drifted into a sleep of your own, hoping a nap would help stop the aching between your legs. oh, but you were so wrong. because the second your eyes closed, your mind took you right back to him, and you started dreaming about exactly what jermajesty could do to you.
in the dream, you’re wearing the same silk nightgown. the champagne colored one you wore because you know he likes it. his fingers are tracing the hem. lifting it higher and higher.
your hips move before your conscious mind catches up.
it’s a subtle thing at first. just a slow shuffle backwards. the kind of motion your body remembers from solo nights with your vibrator between your thighs.
the friction is blocked by layers of fabric but it’s there. enough to make your breathing change. enough to make the ache between your legs pulse.
“maj,” you breathe.
the word slips out before you can stop it, thick with sleep.
his body tenses behind you and his eyes snap open.
for a second, he’s disoriented. the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, the blue glow of the tv casting shadows across the room. then he feels it. your ass pressed against him, grinding.
a sound escapes your lips, making his dick twitch in his sweats, blood rushing south so fast it leaves him lightheaded.
“jermajesty.”
his name. you’re saying his name. in your sleep. while your hips work against him in a rhythm that’s getting less subtle by the second.
he should wake you up.
he knows he should wake you up.
but then you whimper, a high, breathy sound that goes straight to his dick—and his hand is moving before his brain can even tell him not to. his palm finds your hip and rests there.
“maj, baby,” you murmur, still asleep. still dreaming.
he raised himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. your lashes are fanned against your cheeks. your lips are slightly parted. the thin strap of your nightgown slipping off your shoulder.
fuck.
he’s been attracted to you since he met you. he’s just never been man enough to do anything about it. he’s was too scared of ruining the friendship. too convinced you didn’t see him that way. but now you’re moaning his name in your sleep and your hips are moving like you’re trying to fuck yourself back against him.
his hand slides from your hip to the hem of your nightgown. slowly, giving you time to wake up. giving himself time to come to his senses.
neither of you does, btw.
the air hits your exposed thighs and you shiver, pressing back harder. he can feel the heat of you through your panties. his fingers trace the waistband of your panties lightly.
you don’t stir. your breathing stays deep and even, but your hips stutter when his thumb brushes the sensitive skin just beneath the elastic.
he moves the fabric aside.
the first touch is barely there—just the pad of his middle finger, tracing the seam of you. he circles your clit gently and your whole body reacts. your hips buck forward like you’re chasing the pressure, then back. directly against his dick, which is straining so hard against his sweats now that it’s almost painful.
“fuck,” he breathes against your hair. “you have no idea.”
he continues the slow circles. steady pressure. he watches your face. the way your brow furrows, the way your mouth falls open a little wider. your breathing hitches again when he increases the speed, just slightly, just enough to make your thighs tense.
“fuck baby,” you moan.
and this time, your eyes fly open.
reality crashes in all at once. his fingers are inside you. two of them, curled just right, stroking that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. his other arm is snaked around your torso, pinning you against his chest, and his fingers are working your nipple through the silk, rolling and pinching.
this is real. this is actually happening.
“maj—oh.”
your head falls back against his shoulder as your mouth opens. his fingers pumping inside you, his other hand torturing your nipple—is too much and it’s not enough. and at the same time, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.
“you’re dripping,” he murmurs directly into your ear. his voice is wrecked. low and rough in a way you’ve never heard it. “been dreaming about me, mama?”
you can’t form words. your hips are rolling to meet his thrusts now, fucking yourself on his fingers like you were doing in your sleep. the wet sounds filling the room are obscene.
“tell me to stop,” he says. his fingers slow. “tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”
“don’t stop.” your voice breaks. “baby, please don’t stop.”
he groans against your neck and his fingers push back inside you, three this time, stretching you in a way that makes you gasp and grip his forearm.
“you’re so sexy,” he breathes. still pumping. “you drive me crazy, you know that? you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”
your back arches. your hips buck. his name is a prayer you keep repeating, over and over, each thrust of his fingers pushing you closer.
“maj, please.”
“please what, baby?”
“fuck me. please fuck me.”
he takes away his fingers but before you can complain, he’s bringing them to your lips. shiny with your own slick, glistening in the tv light.
your mouth opens and his fingers slide past your lips and you taste yourself on his skin. you suck them clean, tongue lapping between his knuckles, eyes fluttering shut at the intimacy of it.
“shit,” he hisses. “you’re gonna kill me.”
then his hand is on your jaw, turning your face toward his, and his mouth crashes against yours.
the kiss is nothing like you imagined. it’s not gentle. it’s not hesitant. it’s teeth and tongue and the desperate press of lips that have wanted this for too long. his hand tightens on your jaw, angling your head so he can go deeper, and you moan into his mouth and grip the back of his neck and pull him closer, but somehow it still isn’t close enough.
when he breaks the kiss, you’re both breathing like you’ve run a marathon.
he helps you wrestle your gown off, tossing it somewhere into the dark. his sweats follow. boxers too. then he’s moving, positioning himself between your legs, and you can finally see him.
all of him.
the tip slick and flushed, pressed against your stomach as he leans over you. his chest is heaving.
“you sure?” he asks, giving you one last out.
“i’ve never been more sure of anything.”
he kisses you again. softer this time. then his hands are on your hips, dragging you down the mattress, positioning you beneath him like you weigh nothing. he reaches between your bodies, gripping himself, running the head of his cock through your wetness. one. twice. rubbing himself against your clit on the third pass until your thighs shake.
“fuck, mama,” he groans, looking down at where your bodies almost meet. “this pussy’s so wet.”
the words hit you low in your belly. you’ve heard him say wild things before but this is different. this is him talking to you.
he pushes in.
slow. inch by inch. stretching you out so good that your mouth drops open and your nails dig into his shoulders and every thought in your head dissolves into static.
“look at me,” he says.
you didn’t realize your eyes had closed.
they open and his face is above you, jaw tight, sweat already beading at his temple. he’s holding himself back—you can feel it in the tremor of his arms.
“there you go,” he breathes. his forehead drops to yours. “there you go. look at me, mama.“
he bottoms out.
a shudder passes through both of you.
his mouth seals over yours and he begins to move.
the kiss swallows your moans as he fucks into you. deep strokes. slow at first, because he’s savoring it. your head falls back but his lips chase yours, refusing to let the kiss break for more than a heartbeat. his hips roll. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
you let out a moan when he thrusts harder, hitting a spot that makes sparks pop behind your eyes.
“right there,” you whimper. “baby, right there, please—”
his hand slides down your thigh, hiking your leg higher over his arm. the new angle is devastating. every stroke now drags against your g-spot, him pulsing with each squeeze of your walls around him.
the sounds in the room are filthy. skin slapping skin. the wet suck of you pulling him back in each time he withdraws. his name tumbling from your lips in a chant that’s getting louder, needier, less coherent.
“you close?” he pants.
“yes. yes, maj.”
“let me feel it. come on, mama, i got you.”
his thumb finds your clit.
your body obeys before your brain catches up.
the orgasm hits you like a wave. your back arches off the mattress. your nails rake down his back. a sound tears from your throat that you’ve never made before, something between a sob and his name.
he fucks you through it. chasing his own high now, rhythm stuttering, moans catching in his chest.
“where—” he grunts. “where do you want—”
“inside. cum inside me—”
a groan rips from his chest. his hips slam forward one last time and you feel him pulse. his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where your shoulder meets your throat, and he rides out the aftershocks with little thrusts that make you both gasp.
for a long moment, neither of you moves.
his weight is crushing you in the best way. you can feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest—or maybe that’s yours.
he lifts his head. his eyes finding yours.
“you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow and pretend this was just a dream, are you?”
your hand comes up to cup his jaw. you run your thumb over his bottom lip, swollen from kissing. “you’re still inside me, maj. i’m pretty sure I’m not dreaming.”
he laughs. low and breathless. then he kisses you—soft this time. tender. a kiss that makes your stomach swoop in a way that’s entirely different from the sex.
he pulls out slowly. then he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you’re draped across his chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your hair.
“we should talk about this,” he murmurs.
“probably.”
silence settles over the room. comfortable again. his fingers trace patterns on your spine. your breathing steadies.
So sorry to all the bad bitches that I forgot. If y'all know anybody that I forgot, tell me in the comments so I can either add them if I know them, or if you wanna reblog this and tag somebody that you know that I did not add.
But do you guys see how long this list is? Do you see how many Black mutuals I have? This is an accomplishment for me. Hell yes. This is what we like to see.
Saying that mama is aave is ridiculous, I’m from down south and most people here say mama and ma regardless of colour - same with a lot of places on the east coast. I feel like you’re just looking for issues and it is true that white ppl aren’t well liked on here by the black mj fans, every fic is black!reader but there would be such an issue if even one fic said white!reader and you probably don’t want to hear it but Michael’s wife and the woman he had kids with were both white OOPS cry about it
i think you knew to keep this one anonymous.
the word mama, is a universal term BUT that word and it’s distinct phrases have deep roots in aave, and in the cases people complain about it being used, is when used to speak to the reader. it’s not hard at all to do your research, instead of coming here being a ignorant fool.
and oh my god, shoot them for pairing a BLACK man, with a BLACK reader??!
you will never know how it felt as a black individual reading fanfic and having that every single time the oc was not a person of color, very heavily described as having pin straight hair, pale skin, blue eyes, etc.
and for all the people i’ve read for, Michael is the most i seen where black women were finally included with being the description as a reader.
and this is a VERY rare sight in fandoms.
we could sit around and complain about it, how it can cause deep insecurities because the writing worlds perfect desired ‘y/n’ has to be white. or again like i said not a person of color.
i’m pretty sure all of my people vouch for a change in description, or at LEAST stop being so vague about the description of the reader, but you only get so far with words
so what did we do??
oh nothing, just start making the readers black.
which is not a crime, shoot me dead if it is lol
and i still stand by so strongly that yall forget that michael was a black man.. cause what the FUCK does him marrying and producing with white women have to do with the situation at hand?
tumblr writer does digital black face≠don’t forget that michael had two white women
a non poc gets called out for trying to justify another non poc’s actions around disrespecting a community≠don’t forget michael had two white woman
seeing more representation for black readers≠ don’t forget michael had two white women.
and if i’m being honest the white people who aren’t ‘well liked’ would have to had put it on themselves because they are the SAME ones who complain about michael being too… much, whenever someone writes his speech more rooted in aave
they complain about that.. as if he’s not from GARY INDIANA with two black parents, 9 black siblings..
listen good and well anon. michael jackson is a nigga, at the end of the day. appearance is nothing compared to who you truly are, yall think because that man had vitiligo, and there was a shift in his skin color because of his vitiligo that his RACE was changed..
it don’t get no blacker than this baby.
go ahead and listen to ‘They Don’t Really Care About Us’ BY Michael jackson.
