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!
after a successful concert, michael and his bodyguard/lover have a time in michael’s hotel room.
sub/bottom!mj, no use of “you” or “y/n”, anal, orgasm denial, dom!reader , hotel sex , begging
a/n: I was planning for my debut fic to be something else, but I had this idea and just HAD to write it down before anything else so enjoy!! os I wrote this in like 50 mins not proofread so if there’s any mistakes,, i apologize lol.
wc: 1,115
the obscene squelching noises of skin on skin and the creak of the hotel desk chair alongside the occasional groans from him and the filthy high-pitched moans from michael were all that filled the room.
michael was absolutely exhausted, much different than when he and his bodyguard arrived to the hotel room after yet another succesful concert and michael seemed like he had enough energy to go on stage and perform for a whole nother 2 hours. he wasn't sure how things advanced from there, but it included lots of teasing. and before the both of them knew it, michael was being stretched out on his dick and riding him with such frequency that his bodyguard almost worried that someone outside might hear them. that concern dissloved immeditely. he had better things to worry about, and by "things", he meant michael.
"oh, please," michael whispered into his neck, voice strained and quiet only because he had been singing not too long ago and then screaming from pleasure right after. "please."
michael's legs trembled with the need to release, his hands gripping the guard tightly. so tightly it almost hurt. he strengthened his grip on michael's dick, his thumb pressing down on the slit so that michael couldn't cum. the last few rounds, he had let michael freely use and ride him and come all he wanted. for the last round, he decided that he desvered the right to be a little mean, no?
he had asked beforehand and got the green light to do so. so, why not?
"not yet, pretty." he huffed, using his other hand to support michael as he bounced up and down. a bit ago, michael's movements were much more rhythmic and fast, but the pure neediness and exhaustion was evidently catching up to him. his movements were now driven by desperation. heavier, sloppier. a whine pierced his ears and michael grinder down, slumping onto the other even more.
michael was, in simple words, a mess. an alluring, sinfully beautiful mess. his skin gleamed in the hotel light with sweat, mouth agape and not able to close, damping the bodyguards shoulder with saliva. he shivered and choked on his own breath almost everytime the other thrusted up to match his hips, and his eyes— when they were open— glistened with unshed tears.
he swept away a loose, curled strand of hair that was sticking to michael's face and pulled him into a wet, sloppy kiss at the same time as he used the hand at michael's waist to halt michael's bouncing. the noise michael let out was downright devastated, practically a sob. unfortunately for michael, it went straight to the other man's dick, causing it to twitch inside of him.
the two were both out of breath when they pulled away from the kiss, sitting there for a moment to steady their breathing just a bit. michael reached one of his hands down in attempt to stroke himself but the bodyguard grabbed his wrist firmly but gently.
"no. no. I— fuck, I can't.." michael cursed, allowing his head to fall onto the other's shoulder once again.
He tried not to smile at michael's state. "what do you want, baby?" the words were coated with fake sympathy.
"..you know what I want." michael pleaded, voice dropping. "please, I wanna- no, I need t'cum. god, I need to so bad. please."
michael's begging was always pretty. majority of the time, he would give in easily just because of how broken michael sounded anytime he begged but, like he said. he deserved to be a bit mean, didn't he?
"patience, love. you'll get what you want, aight?"
carefully, he lifted michael up from under the legs and carried him over to the bed, lowering him gently and towering over him. he pulled his dick out to then flip michael over.
michael gripped the pillow beneath him with both of his arms, holding it close while his body half was hoisted up so that he could be rammed back into.
and he did get rammed back into, letting out a broken moan.
he thrusted in and out of michael with the energy that michael was missing just minutes before, the slap, slap , slap of skin agasint skin echoing throughout the room.
michael buried his head into the mattress, moaning into it. vulnerable and hoarse noises coming from his throat and bouncing off the walls. at this point, neither of them could care less who heard.
michael was slipping and the bodyguard could see it, so he placed a firm smack on michael's ass, relishing in the choked cry that michael emittied from beneath him.
"don't you dare fuckin' cum without me saying so." he demanded, leaning into michael's ear, breath warm and breathing heavy from the frantic thrusting in and out.
"fuck!" michael trembled. "please. please, I can't no more, forreal. 's too much. I wanna-" he cut himself off with a moan. "w-wanna cum. you're bein' mean, please jus'let me.." being fucked into mercilessly was one thing, but his dick rubbing against the mattress, matching the movements of the thrusts was another thing entirely and was throwing michael off the edge, making it impossibly harder to hold it in.
something shifted in him then. sure, he had gotten permission to tease and be a bit mean. and if it truly was too much, michael could tell him to simply 'stop' and all would seize. despite being completely fucked out, michael knew that.
he watched as michael jerked and writhed with every thrust to his sweet spot. he groaned, being brought closer to the edge as well.
"f-fuck," he cursed. "you wanna cum, baby? go on, let go." he rasped, burrowing his head into michael's shoulder. he was seconds away from coming apart as well. he figured he might as well allow michael to get what he wanted.
michael came hard. ropes of white shooting out and painting the sheets. whimpers and whines left the king of pop's mouth as the other continued to relentlessly attack his hole until finally pulling out and emptying his thick, wet load right onto the others back.
for a moment, the two of them stayed completely still, focused on catching their breath.
michael felt the other's weight on him as arms came down to wrap around his torso. he left tender kissed along michael's neck.
"sorry. hope that wasn't too much."
michael let out a breathless chuckle that faded into an exhale. he closed his eyes before responding.
"..it was good. I liked it." he was close to drifting off. the other took it as an opportunity to get up to grab a towel and begin cleaning them up.
18 + content warning : cnc , no penetration , edging , and fingering
daryl sits at the dining table hunched over with his nose in a book, notebook papers scattered all across the table. he chews on the cap of his pen before moving to write another note on the mesenteric arteries. the young scholar is so engrossed in his studies, that he doesn't hear the soft creaking of floorboards as his partner approaches. "you're still studying?" max whispers into the shell of daryl's ear, causing him to jump and drop his pen. "jesus christ you scared the shit out of me!" he gasps.
" 'm sorry baby, i was missin' you." max's arms wrap around daryl's shoulders from behind. daryl leans his back against the chair, his head still tilted up in max's direction. "well, i'll be done soon, okay?" his hand brushes against max's forearm, rubbing up and down gently before trying to pull him off of him. "but i need to get these notes finished." max grip tightens and daryl can no longer pull him off.
"it's been an hour, you can take a break."
daryl's jaw clenches as tries to pull away feeling max's hand begin to glide up his shirt. max leans down pressing his lips against daryl's silencing any protest he may have. curious finger find daryl's nipple, tweaking and rubbing it between thumb and index finger. daryl whimpers into max's mouth, his hands clutching onto both of max's forearms. max breaks the kiss his hand moving out from under his lover's shirt. "get up." daryl swallows obidently rising to his feet, max grabs him instantly with one arm pulling him against his body.
he moves all of daryl's papers and study material out of the way before turning him over and laying him on the table. daryl doesn't dare to say anything, allowing max to pull off his sweats for him, tossing them carelessly to the side. "you're already wet , cute. just from one little kiss? a simple touch?" max teased, his hand finding the wet spot on daryl's boxers and rubbing the outline of his tip with his forefinger. daryl whined, his face coloring a deep shade of pink. "stop." he whispered, even though he truly doesn't want max to stop.
"what was that?" max stops rubbing his print, illiciting a low whine from daryl. "no! no please, i didn't mean it..." max tilts his head leaning forward just slightly, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement. "then what is it? what do you want from me?" daryl gnawed in the inside of his cheek staring up at max with watery eyes. "touch me." max smirks completely. "say it louder." god he is such a prick! "p-please touch me." daryl says a louder, a bit more bass in his voice.
max hand returns stroking daryls print a bit faster this time. "good boy." daryl's breath quickened his moans growing louder with each stroke. his face was flushed, his eyes glossy with unshed tears. "alright, that's enough. Turn over." max instructed. daryl quickly turned himself over onto his stomach, his lower half left dangling at the end of the table.
max runs his hands up daryl's sides stopping at his hips, thumbs pressing into his lower back, slowly grinding into the flesh. daryl gasps his entire body shivering from the touch. max's fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers sliding them down past daryl's thighs. daryl was rock hard his shaft already leaking pre-cum, max didn't touch him there however his hands busy grasping the flesh of his ass.
max brang one hand up to daryl's face, pressing two fingers to his lips. "suck." daryl obediently opens his mouth and takes the two fingers between his tongue. After a moment of suckling max removes them and starts to prob daryl's hole. daryl whimpers, rambling on for max not to tease although that just makes him want to tease more. "alright, alright, relax cupcake." he says, fingers slowly starting to push inside. daryl cries out at the stretch, so familiar, yet painful. max moves his hand slowly, fingers curling up slightly.
"max, please touch me!" daryl moans, openly crying now as max's pace increases, becoming incredibly intense. his cock left hard and neglected below him, more of that incredible pleasure blossoming inside of him. max chuckles to himself, enjoying seeing daryl come undone. "repeat that for me?" he slams his fingers harshly inside of him once more illiciting a particularly loud moan from daryl. "please touch me! I want to cum!" satisfied with that answer max brings his hand around to daryl's front quickly stroking his flushed member, bringing him to release. daryl's body tenses up, his lower half shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "ah, fuck." he pants, turning his head over and against the table, sweat slicked skin sticking to the polished wood.
max moves his hand from inside of daryl causing them both to grunt softly. Then moving his other hand from beneath him, now covered in daryl's cum, greedy licking it off his palm. "you made such a mess. you should clean up cupcake." he teased, staring down at daryl's still writhing body. daryl glares up at him, letting out a small huff. "shut up."
thanks for reading ! 🦄
I didn't really proof read this so there may be mistakes :p
LET'S GET MARRIED / michael jackson × black male!oc
part two. in which, jerrod gives michael the second part of the birthday gift, after successfully surprising him with the proposal in part one. [this would take place during the time skip between parts one and two, but isn't considered canon to the main story. it's just a little fluffy fic!]
tags: sub!michael, otw era, bottom!mj, black mlm, explicit sexual themes, dom!oc, riding, oral, drunk sex, unprotected sex
(1980)
After an intense wine-induced makeout session on the couch, Jerrod managed to carry Michael up the stairs to their bedroom so they could quickly consummate their engagement.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment since I had to leave you, baby. It’s been weighin’ on me, baby. You already know how much I love you, babe, I could never even—”
“Baby, hush,” Michael placed his index finger on Jerrod’s soft lips, his voice slightly slurred from the wine but still very confident. “We can talk about all that later, okay? Right now, I just need you to fuck me.”
Michael’s directness sent a rush of heat through Jerrod’s body, making him even more aware of how close they were, how badly he’d missed the warmth of Michael’s body beneath his. His lips curled into a gentle smile as he kissed Michael’s hand before gently placing it back on his shoulder. “Say no more, baby.”
Jerrod leaned down, pressing his lips softly against Michael’s in a slow, steady kiss that conveyed everything he couldn’t express. His hands traveled up Michael’s silk pajama top, taking in the velvety brown skin of his flat chest and soft stomach. Michael gasped into the kiss, his body gently arching into his lover’s hands for more.
Their kisses got deeper, growing more urgent as the tension between them built up like a rain cloud ready to burst. Jerrod’s hands pulled at Michael’s pajama top, revealing his bare chest, and he wasted no time tracing the delicacies of Michael’s gentle curves and lines. Michael’s breath hitched as Jerrod’s lips traveled lower to his neck, chest, and stomach, teasing him with light kisses that sent sparks of pleasure racing through his body.
Jerrod paused for a moment, his brown eyes locking onto Michael’s. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy. “You are the love of my life, Michael.”
Michael swallowed hard, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his hands down Jerrod’s back. “I love you too, Jerrod,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath and full of need.
Jerrod didn’t need any more encouragement after that. He kisses Michael again, deeper this time, as his hands continued their journey down, sliding down Michael’s pajama pants off in one smooth motion. He felt Michael’s body tense up and relax as he responded to every touch and kiss, with the same hunger and desire.
Slowly, Jerrod began to undress himself, keeping his eyes on Michael as he did. He wanted Michael to feel everything—he had to know that this wasn’t just a sexual thing. This was love, a reunion between lovers.
When he was finally naked, Jerrod pressed his body against Michael’s, their skin meeting in an embrace of heat that sent shockwaves of pleasure through both men. Michael moaned softly, his hands gripping Jerrod’s shoulders as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm against each other’s.
Michael, feeling bolder than ever, rose up slightly, positioning himself over Jerrod. He could Jerrod’s hard length pressing against him, and he shivered with excitement. With slow, deliberate movements, he sank down on Jerrod’s dick, gasping softly as he felt every inch of him stretch and fill his hole.
“Oh, God, yes,” Michael sighed as he adjusted to the overwhelming tension. His hands rested on Jerrod’s muscular chest for balanced, digging his fingernails into Jerrod’s skin as he began to move, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate movements.
Jerrod groaned beneath him, gripping Michael’s waist to hold him in place for a moment like he was savoring the feeling of Michael clenching around his hard dick. But there was no patience in Jerrod’s eyes, just desire. His grip on Michael’s body urged him to give him more.
“Don’t tease me, baby,” Jerrod groaned, his voice deep and commanding.
Michael felt a rush of adrenaline at the tone, his heart pounding with both excitement and the thrill of control. He lifted his hips slightly, letting Jerrod slide out just enough to leave him wanting, before sinking back down, taking him deeper. His pace quickened, fueled by the fire building between them.
“Oh, fuck!” Michael yelled, feeling the tension coiling in his belly as he rode Jerrod’s dick, his once graceful movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.
Jerrod, however, wasn’t content to let Michael have all the control. His hands slid from Michael’s waist to his thighs, gripping them with a bruising intensity.
With a sudden, dominant shift, Jerrod thrust his hips upward, meeting Michael’s movements with deep, powerful strokes that made Michael cry out in pleasure even more. “Ah, baby, t-that’s it, fuck,” he whimpered.
“I know, baby, I know,” Jerrod replied, his hands gripping Michael’s waist tighter. His fingers digged into his skin with possessive intensity as he held him in place, and his normally playful gaze was now dark with desire, every movement of Michael’s body igniting a deep hunger within him.
He guided Michael’s hips with deliberate force, leaving no room for hesitation. This wasn’t just lovemaking; this was Jerrod showing him exactly how much control he had over his body, over his pleasure.
Michael could feel Jerrod’s strength beneath him, the tension coiled in his muscles. As he moved, the friction between their bodies became almost unbearable.
Each time Michael sank down, Jerrod’s hips bucked upward, meeting him with powerful thrusts that left him breathless. Michael’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his body trembling with every roll of his hips, his head falling back in pleasure as he kept up with Jerrod’s aggressive pace.
“Look at me, Baby Love,” Jerrod growled, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down Michael’s spine. His hand left Michael’s waist to slide up his chest, his fingers grazing the soft skin. “I want to see your face when I make you cum.”
The dominance in Jerrod’s voice was undeniable, and Michael could feel his heart race even faster. His breath hitched as he gazed down at Jerrod, his body responding to the way Jerrod’s piercing eyes seemed to devour him whole. He whimpered, his hands finding Jerrod’s shoulders for support as the rhythm between them intensified, every thrust driving him closer to the edge.
“You’re mine, Michael,” Jerrod whispered, his thumb brushing over Michael’s pulse, feeling it race beneath his skin. “You know that?”
“Yes! Oh, yes.”
“Say it. Let me hear you say it.”
“’m yours, Jerrod,” Michael gasped, his voice trembling with submission. His back arched even more than it already was, aching for Jerrod’s touch. Nothing was between them but heat and sweat at this point.
Jerrod’s dominance had always excited Michael, but tonight, there was something even more possessive in his movements, humbling him in the best way possible.
With a sharp thrust upward, Jerrod shifted their position slightly, his hips slamming into Michael with precision. Michael cried out, his body jolting forward as the pleasure tore through him, white-hot and overwhelming. He clung to Jerrod’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin as he gasped for air, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
“J-Jerrod—oh, God,” Michael whimpered, his voice breaking as his body gave in to the intense pleasure. He could feel Jerrod’s dick hitting deeper inside him, every thrust sending him spiraling closer to the edge, and Michael was unable to hold back any longer.
With a final desperate cry, Michael’s body tensed, and his orgasm ripped through him, his entire body shaking as he came hard, spilling onto Jerrod’s chest. His head fell forward, gasping for breath, his body overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. Every muscle trembled, his vision blurring as the pleasure washed over him, leaving him light-headed and breathless.
Jerrod wasn’t far behind. The sight of Michael, lost in ecstasy, was enough to send him over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he bucked his hips up one last time as he found his own release. His body shuddered, his back arching off the bed as he came deep inside Michael, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies trembling together as the last waves of pleasure rippled through them. Michael collapsed against Jerrod’s chest, panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat. He could feel Jerrod’s arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, their bodies still intimately connected as they both came down from the high of their shared release.
Jerrod leaned up, brushing his lips against Michael’s ear in a soft, intimate whisper. “Happy birthday, Michael,” He said with a hoarse voice.
Michael smiled weakly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. He pressed a tender kiss to Jerrod’s shoulder, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you.” His words were filled with affection, exhaustion, and the kind of peace that only Jerrod’s presence could bring him.
Jerrod's hand lazily traced the curve of Michael’s spine, both of them basking in the comfortable silence after their intense encounter. Michael’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath, his body still pressed against Jerrod, even as Jerrod pulled out of him. The warmth between them was undeniable after being frayed apart for too long.
His Mean Ass Gf! who he fell in love with at first sight. He and his brothers were at the club on a random Saturday Night and even through the music, he could hear you yelling. Apparently Jermaine bumped into you, spilling your drink on your new top and you didn’t even give him the chance to apologize before you were cursing him out. Michael felt his heart soar watching you give his brother the 5th degree.
His Mean Ass Gf! who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind and encourage him to do so as well.
His Mean Ass Gf! who didn’t like watching people speak over him or cut him off. You were quick to shut that shit down immediately.
“Everybody shut the hell up. My baby is trying to talk!”
His Mean Ass Gf! who had no problem whatsoever sending an order back if they brought him the wrong thing.
“Miss lady, he didn’t order this. Take it back, please and thank you.”
He was too nice to make a fuss and he would rather just suffer through food he didn’t want than make a server do extra work. However, he adored the little smile you’d give him when the correct dish would be brought back.
His Mean Ass Gf! who didn’t like fans interrupting your time with him. Like say, you two are out at a restaurant and some fans want an autograph or a hug as if you’re not sitting right there… and you just simply can’t have that.
“Aye you need to back up off my man before I have to show my ass up in these people’s nice establishment.”
Michael would always lightly scold you for being rude to his fans but later he’d pepper kisses all over your face for your possessiveness. “My jealous baby,” he would whisper in your ear while you both lay in bed. He loved it.
His Mean Ass Gf! who always stood up for him. To whomever, it didn’t matter. Even if it was his brothers making fun of him for how much he deferred to you, how much he did for you, how affectionate he was with you. All it took was hearing Jackie say to Michael:
“Man, she’s got you whipped. Can’t no woman ever have me massaging her feet and making her hot chocolate.”
“Sigmund, I know you’re not talking bout nobody after that lady ran over your lyin’ dog ass.”
That shut the oldest Jackson boy up with the quickness. He never said anything against your relationship with his brother ever again. Michael never had to say a word because he knew you could handle it.
His Mean Ass Gf! who loves that people knew you didn’t play about Michael Joseph Jackson.
Unintentionally eavesdropping on a convo between the brothers, you heard Tito say to your boyfriend, “Mike, bro, your girl bout mean as hell.”
And you heard Michael laugh a little before replying, “you damn right.”
His Mean Ass Gf! who never got over Jermaine spilling your drink that night you met. He was on perpetual thin ice and he always had something slick to say. All he had to do was open his mouth in your direction and you’d cut him off, “Don’t start with me, ‘Maine.”
It was more like a love-hate relationship for sure. He was like your third favorite brother of Michael’s. (Your favorite being Marlon.)
His Mean Ass Gf! who even got irritable with himself at times. Especially when you were 38 weeks pregnant with your first child. It seemed like your patience was razor thin the closer you got to your due date. The tiniest things would set you off, like when Michael’s allergies were getting the better of him and he sneezed 3 times in a row while you were reading.
“Mikey, my sweet angel baby, please don’t piss me off.”
All he could do was apologize and promise it wouldn’t happen again, then you’d send him that sweet smile he craved and all would be well again.
random blurb i couldn’t get out my head while driving home from work today. 🖤
it don’t matter what fucking decade it is, michael will forever be the ‘it boy’ !!! when people finally accept the truth, we will finally be able to know peace. he will forever run this shit !!!
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