whenever i see videos of mike from “This Is It” rehearsals i start sobbing uncontrollably…
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whenever i see videos of mike from “This Is It” rehearsals i start sobbing uncontrollably…
Me af after I saw that tik tok of The-Dream saying he was otp with michael and he started singing I Luv Your Girl, because WHAT BRO. Like we would’ve been stimming together otp sm…like it’d be so RIDICULOUS.
I’m so mad bro.
One billion for your biopic, exactly one day before you would have started your final tour in 2009, it's bittersweet in some way, but we couldn't be more happy to see you succeed once again. You keep setting records, and we are so proud. Just so you know, we miss you everyday ❤️🩹.
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He’s so husband here ugh. Save me
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a #REAL black woman! any “ebony” you bitches are out your box fr!!
this all black fit from his first bad tour in tokyo during 1987… yeah i need that desperately. Another alt fanfic is in the works
i’m so obsessed with his long hair and androgynous look like he’s so beautifully feminine but also so masculine and and and UGH. I’m so bisexual that’s all I gotta say
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Heyy guyss! I’ve been so appreciative of the follows and support growing on my feed lately. I will do an “all about me post”, explaining my favorite things, dos and donts, and what I represent individually.
If you all have any questions or fanfic suggestions, please don’t be afraid to reach out!
Take all thoughts into consideration, xoxo.
The concept of naming urself ebonymuse knowing u are white... im confused asf
you’re a black author, i’m a black author…moots??? 👀👀👀👀👀
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I’m going to say this once and never again. If you don’t agree with me, you’re more than welcome to unfollow and block me. I’m also not a chicken and will be tagging exactly who I’m talking about because this is honestly ridiculous.
I’m going to preface this by saying this isn’t to cause drama or get likes. My account is garnering plenty of engagement from my writing and my personal posts already. This is merely for educational purposes and to shed light on an issue that’s infested the internet for years. This is also NOT just about the MJ fandom but I’m using it as an example because it’s happened here. Again, if you don’t agree with me, unfollow or block me!
I recently followed an account under the impression that they were a black owned blog. Their layout, use of AAVE and black oriented reaction pictures made me believe that I found another black writer to support. But I learned that the owner is a white women.
I want to follow more black writers here to uplift them in a space that is heavily biased against black fans. Situations surrounding belittling black writers in the MJ community have been rampant for a while now so I take it upon myself to support and follow fellow black writers who represent me and many black MJ fans who have felt underrepresented in the fandom.
Back to the issue. Finding out that this account is a white woman behind the scenes upset me quite a bit. I genuinely believed she was one of us and was combating the racial problem within the fandom. That being said, I’d like to point out why this is more than just a ‘I feel scammed’ situation and more about digital dishonesty.
Digital blackface is a massive issues in online communities across the internet. It’s a conversation that has been ongoing for years now, even before I was on the internet. Many people outside of the black diaspora have downplayed it as a problem, stating that free speech shouldn’t be considered black fishing or harmful towards black communities. However, I would like to point out that Digital Blackface is more than just using ‘black media’ to express yourself, it directly impacts how the world views black peoples as a whole.
Accounts on Tumblr and other platforms have popped up pretending to be black people since conception of social media. They use Ebonics and black reaction pictures/gifs as a means of communication which often time leads to real black-owned accounts believing that they are interacting with black people. In hindsight, one would merely say “well it’s not their fault you thought they were black,” and that is exactly the problem.
As I said before, I follow black blogs to uplift my people. The internet is riddled with racism directly impacting black communities. We get called the hard r, monkeys, ghetto, nasty, undesirable etc and platforms don’t bat an eye. Racism towards us is so normalised that it’s bled into every internet fandom. So you see why black people online gravitate towards each other? Because we want a safe space for ourselves. We want to appreciate each other, dote on each other, love, respect and support each other’s art.
How do black folk know that an account is black owned? We use Ebonics, black media and black phrases that only we would know. So you can imagine how disheartening it is to find out that an account using such media would be a white woman behind it.
Nonblack POC or white person reading this might not understand the gravity of this situation but I implore you to read up on it and take time to fully understand why it’s upsetting.
Terms like ‘the saxophones are getting louder” “goofy ahh” “I’m crine” “unc” “Deadass” are AAVE/Ebonics. Finding them on TikTok and incorporating them into your online vocabulary when you’re not apart of that community is a form of digital blackface and cultural appropriation. It’s not Gen Z slang or TikTok slang and it’s not a funny audio just for vibes. It’s BLSCK AMERICAN language.
I’m not BA and I do use Ebonics here and there but I avoid incorporating it into my speech when I don’t understand how to use it properly. And I don’t use much of it because, again, I’m NOT black American. Black Americans have been kind enough to even let black people outside of the United States use their language and I don’t even want them to think that I’m being irresponsible with that privilege.
Now in regards to this situation. I don’t want to hear things like “Michael was for everyone.” Although that was true, you would be really stupid to believe that Michael didn’t understand that black people were/are the most marginalised and racially abused people on the planet. This man grew up in undoubtedly the most racially divided time in USA history. He even spoke out about the industry steals from “especially black artists”. He was aware that black art is abused for white financial and political gain. Black media (whether it be music or simply reaction photos) is art.
So why position yourself in a way that make you appear to us as a black woman @michaelmuse ? Your entire aesthetic is based in a way that draws in a black audience. You use black faces as reaction pics and Ebonics but you draw the line at reblogging black fanfics when you know that this site favours reblogs over comments and likes.
Your previous username (ebonymuse) in itself is indicative of the issue I’m discussing here. ‘Ebony’ is a term primarily used to describe black people. Urban dictionary defines it as “the essence of dark skin that is enriched and plentiful with melanin. greatness. beauty”. It’s even a common term used to define a porn category for to black people. Now the term itself is constantly being critiqued for bordering on being a fetish term, however, you see how it’s for black people? Dark skin people to be exact?
So why is a white woman with white ass skin using that term in their username? I’m a black woman with albinism and even I wouldn’t use that term. Why? Because it isn’t not for my pasty self.
I’ve read some of your fics and this has nothing to do with me wanting diversity or inclusion from you, nor is it to hate on your work. You do use Ebonics in your work so I’m sure you knew that your fics would attract black readers to your blog. Your behaviour (whether you did it intentionally or not) was deceptive and potentially harmful to my community. You need to educate yourself on the contents of this conversation to fully understand how bad this situation actually is. There’s no way you’ve been on the internet and didn’t know that black Americans have been begging nonblack (especially white) folk to stop using their media as your own or as ‘a silly tend’ or to be relatable.
I’ve seen a few black British blogs come to your defence and I’m bewildered to see them pandering for a white woman about something that affects black people as a whole. I myself am not Black American but I will stand by them when their culture and language is diluted and turned into a ‘trend’ for everyone else to steal and appropriate. It’s wrong and it impacts us all. White people (even other POC) don’t separate us. They see one fake black account say stupid things and assume that’s how all of us feel/act. I understand that the UK is differently set up but your low racial self esteem is affecting us all. You let white Brits walk all over you and your culture and you just laugh along like it’s funny. This is why racism there will never end. You let white footballer wear braids, let white folk use AAVE and flat out call your Afros messy and you think it’s not that serious. Stand up. Immediately.
You guys really need to do better. Stop misconstruing Michael’s words to get away with disrespecting black people. You’re becoming just as bad as those who racially attacked him.
With love.
I genuinely don’t have an issue with non-poc people writing for Michael, but it actually gets to a point where you know the difference between writing for black audiences and acting like you are apart of the audience. using the name ebonymuse, using black reaction gifs, using aave when you’re literally British is exactly why the black community is fed up.
She was genuinely one of my favorite MJ writers on this app, and I don’t even know if I can in good faith continue to read her work after this. I hope she comes to realize how much of a violation this feels like to all the black fans who were supporting her. We’re already made to feel unwanted in a community that centers around loving a proudly BLACK artist, we don’t have to deal with people larping as us online and building a following off our backs on top of all of that. There’s no way she didn’t know what she was doing, that’s the same excuse everyone who gets caught in this scenario gives. I pray for her sake she learns from this and NEVER does it again.
☆𝐄𝐩. 𝟐: 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆「↝」⋆
⋆Featuring: MJ ˖ִ༄˖
Dangerous eraxFem Reader! Best Friend/manager (Lena), Janet Ms Jackson⋱⋆
⋆Content: 18+, Slow burn, Constant Flirting, Shyness, Embarrassment, Eye fucking lol, Touching, Alcohol Usage, Dom reader?? Gay senses by Janet??
⋆Symphysis: Y/N, an actor who was invited to the Grammy Awards and spotted MJ for the first time. It was like a full circle moment for you because you always want to meet celebrities with so much talent and knowledge. Meeting him ended up being more than just a meet and greet. There was a spark.
⋆a/n: hii, ladies and gentlemen ⋐mostly my girls lol⋑.I want to make a cute but also sexy scenario about this certain night. N I just think Dangerous era is def underrated hehe. ALSO I NEEDD all my writers to step in and cook up a halle berryxmj fanfic!
I frantically woke up to my best friend/manager crashing into my room with my red toy poodle barking, as if I was holding a treat. “Oh my gosh! Stella stop!” I yelled feeling her licking my ear, signaling that I should get up. “Grand rising, Sunshine It’s time for a busy n’ fun day ahead!” Lena opened the long silk velvet curtains, exposing the sun.
I slowly sat up, yawning while fiddling with my puppies paws. I greet her back, peeling the comforters off. “Hairstylist or Makeup artist first?” I asked, walking to my master bathroom. “Hair, of course” She replied, walking towards the two way door. “Yess! I might fall asleep…” I giggled as I began brushing my teeth.
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I was finally done getting comfortable and ready for the day, starting with my meditation and coffee. I slid on my thick black framed sunglasses, holding my best friend’s hand while stepping carefully inside the black truck. We sat comfortably after the door shut as she smirked in a sneaky manner. “What Lena?” I chuckled at her dying to speak her mind. She’s literally like the jelly to my peanut butter. I don’t like being talked to much first thing in the morning, and she’s like a big burst of coffee in the morning.
She loves to introduce me and always did that for me when we were little girls. Any time I was to shy to say something, she always stepped up to play my part, being the extroverted woman she is now. And i’m her relaxer and the one that will keep her level headed with a lot of things. Literally equivalent to a sister. “Soo i held a secret for a couple days to wait until our big day came” She gave me a small side eye, tapping her fingers on her wrist. “Oh god, tell me” I shook my head, knowing she’s about to throw me in a loop, because she can never keep secrets for long than an hour.
“So Michael and his family’s gonna be there tonight, and last week I found out Michael loves your acting!” She squealed, gripping my shoulder in excitement. “What! Oh wow, i’ve only been in this business for 5 years. I’m definitely flattered, cause he’s talented as hell!” I explained shockingly. “Yup! And I can bet you guys will meet.” She nudged my shoulder, snickering.
Now, me and my best friend already hung out a few times with Janet and she’s always such a bubbly, spice girl when shes with us, like we’re her big sisters. Getting her into something that we aren’t supposed to be doing but just doing it for the plot. I’ve only met Latoya and her brothers at a ceremony once and they were also very sweet. I’ve never spoken with Michael before, and that’s what has me nervous.
“God, no Lena! I’m nervous as is!” I rolled my eyes at how awkward i’d probably be around him, knowing I have to say that is such a handsome man. I never fell for media’s propaganda stunts and unnecessary jokes. If anything I always wish people who had so much popularity could have a loyal and supportive friend, even when they’re going through their own struggles. “Tonight will be great Y/N! Just watch. You know i’m always right.” She seriously stated, holding my arm. I responded with a smile saying “Okay, fine I’ll willingly embarrass myself.” I laughed it off, as we pulled into a parking spot.
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My hair was currently getting styled in a short flipped wolfcut with bangs, as my best friend was on the phone cussing her ex out for the a millionth time this week. She was not good at letting certain things go. I’ve watch a lot of people react to getting cheated on and her reaction was the craziest i’ve witnessed. She ruined 3 of his most expensive cars and borrowed her brother’s gun to shoot out his house windows. Mind you, that wasn’t the worst part.
“Lena, we’re not gonna keep having childish arguments with him!” I raised my voice over the music playing in the background. “Fine… but his ass is gonna learn to stop calling my phone.” She hung it up, slamming the phone onto the hook on the wall. “Ever thought about just changing your number?” I asked raising my eyebrows, taking a sip of water.
“Yeah, he’ll try to find another way to contact me though.” She sighed, sitting in the chair next to me. “We’re gonna find our prince charming eventually, Honey…We just gotta move with grace and have patience.”I smiled, tapping her leg. “You’re gonna find yours tonight! Uggh, I can’t wait to whiteness this dialogue” “Who is she about to make her future husband?” My hairstylist smirked in the mirror, making me giggle at their nonsense.
“Guys stop it, you’re making me move too much with this flat iron in your hand” I covered my face, feeling my cheeks get warmer by the second.
“She’s going to meet Michael Jackson, who said he loves her acting by the way” Lena informed her with a grin, making her gasp. “Really?! You gotta tell me how that goes” She shook her head in disbelief, trimming my hair.
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I turned my face to the left, while my team was currently getting my outfit ready and my makeup done. I saw Lena walking into the room with a huge camera, facing the mirror (me). “Where are we heading tonight bestie?” She asked creeping behind, imitating a director as I chuckled. “My first Grammy award appearancee” I cheered, using my jazz fingers, while she got excited.
“Now we’re almost ready for this eventful night with my sista and we’re about to see our girl Janet tonight!” Lena turned the camera around, talking to it. “Y’all gotta tell me EVERYTHING when yall come back…I’m not playing either.” My hairstylist sternly said, mugging her face playfully.
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“Ouu girl these thighs getting thick!” Lena helped me pull my dress over my slim curves.
I have been eating good but I just want everything to go to the right places. After my last breakup, I gained a lot of weight from heartbreak and stress. This time I’m making an appearance with a totally different look. It’s more darker and gives that mysterious feel, which is why i’ve been into way more darker shades.
“You’re about to have thee entire red carpet in shambles with this face and petite ass figure of yours” She pointed at my body with validation.
Some people make things up in the media and tabloid press saying ‘I only want to start a makeup business because that’s all i wear to stand out and I’ve gotten my body done’.
when you have real life supporters who tell you everyday that you’re beautiful, even when you step out without makeup and you actually believe it. It will not move you. Sometimes it’s just a struggle to figure out who’s genuine and who’s not when they all act accordingly in the beginning.
Then eventually a lot of things will make more sense and you will know how to play the game in such a serious industry as this one. “I love how the laced print looks on my sleeves” I glide my fingers down my arms, observing my dress. I started zoning out, thinking about how I would approach Michael in an environment like this.
“What am I gonna do if he acts shy?” “Just keep the conversation going” “No…you’re shy too! The hell you mean?!” I whisper to myself, jumping from the door slamming so damn hard.
“You okay?” I asked my best friend while she walked up to me giggling. “First of all, i heard you overthinking about the impression you’ll have on this lover boy”
“He’s gonna fall in love when he’s sees you. Mock my words.”
“And why would I believe that? He’s met a million beautiful women in his lifetime.” I doubtfully replied with my hand on my hip.
“Because I just got your seat arranged next to him. A million women can never compare to you bitch…Including Diana!” She sassily made her statement, making me cackle with her cute Cali latino accent.
“This just keeps getting worse! I wanna say thank you but I’m absolutely frightened now!” I panicked, holding her hand as we rushed through backstage with security.
“you’re okay.”
She knew how to connect with others so easily. When we both got accepted to the same college, we became unstoppable. Hitting every milestone I learned that sometimes it’s not all about what you know, It’s who you know. She knows how to not only get this man give me a simple greeting.
She’s assigning our fucking seats together. Making me feel like i’m back in elementary school with my first crush. Meeting with innocent intent, and then it becomes flirtatious and I’m eventually so deep inlove, I lose the tight guard/grip I once had.
Now I’m not blaming her for wanting the ABSOLUTE best for me.
I’ve just never been this nervous to meet someone.
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I finally made it to my seat in the front row before him. I was kind of relieved that he wasn’t sitting there first, cause I think my nerves would have got the best of me.
“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” I heard a soft girly tone, call my name in a manner of shock.
“Janet! Hi pretty girl!” I squealed, opening my arms for the embrace of her all white suit. “God, You look so good in that dress” She sighed, grinning at me with playful flirtation. “You hitting on me Jan?” I smirked, making her giggle shyly.
“Noo…Are you single though?” She asked leaning in closer to my ear. I widened my eyes.
“Y-yes” I was so shy when she asked me that, because.
What the fuck? I didn’t know she really got down like that!
“Great! My brother Michael has been needing a friend. All I ever hear about his recent life is work, and more work.”She smiled with a sigh, shaking her head in disappointment.
“Oh, so you’re attempting to pair us up too? This is gonna be embarrassing Jan.” I palmed my face. “Listen, I just think you guys would be the cutest! I’ve hung around you enough and you’re the most sweet girl and sexy as hell with this new look.”
“He always talks about your acting and when someone told him you were here, he damn near lost it Y/N” She chuckles, making me laugh, clearly blushing from her compliments.
I suddenly realized he smoothly walked through a group of people, automatically snatching my attention away from Janet.
“Oh Jesus.” Micheal smiled, covering his mouth in shock, looking away as he approached us. It was clear he’s shy but I thought it was the cutest most flattering expression.
“Don’t embarrass yourself with that shy act, fool.” Janet playfully rolled her eyes making me giggle, reflecting his gesture.
“I’m gonna go look for Lena” She tapped our shoulder, walking away quick before we had to settle down. I just knew they were gonna be messy as hell, watching us look like kids on the first day of school.
He looked so pleased just to see me in the flesh, and I almost melted at how handsome he looked.
His side parted hair, flowing onto his white pearled jacket. There was a black stripe around the right arm of the jacket, causing me to observe the rest of his full features. I could I feel him giving me the same expression of admiration, looking in my eyes with his priceless smile.
We finally sat down together, introducing ourselves before he continued.
“I- I’m sorry, you’re even more beautiful in person” He leaned over to me, expressing his helpless thoughts in my ear. I was speechless most of the time. His eyes alone were something dangerous. In the best way.
He smiled softly, lifting my hand up to his smooth pink toned lips, placing a lingering kiss on it. “Thank you, It’s such pleasure meeting you Michael.” I held my chest, observing his gentle expressions. “A-are you married?” he hesitantly asked, as I immediately shook my head.
“Why’d you think that?” “You seem like any man’s dream woman.” He gave me that look, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. Looking back at the stage with that side profile that’s breathtaking. In his mind, he was hoping you weren’t married, and got exactly what he wanted.
“I mean, It doesn’t matter how many men drool over me, I just need the right one for me.” “And what about you, sweetheart? I know you have a girl bragging to her girlfriends every day about how much of a gentleman you are” I teased him, causing him to giggle at my visual.
“I promise I don’t” “But I do wanna get to know you better. So you can have that same experience” He softly whispered in my ear, referring to my scenario. I covered my mouth from cheesing for the 100th time. Truly about to fold in real time after I was just whispered to by this man sitting beside me.
“I’ll make sure you get my number by time we go back to our hotels or house. How does that sound?”I spoke into his ear, watching his full demeanor rise. “That sounds lovely”He fluttered his eyes, smiling all while sensing my energy.
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“So how did it go girly?” Lena asked with a smirk catching up to my pace, as I rushed through paparazzi, making it into the limo.
My vision suddenly flashed through our last words before we went separate ways.
For tonight⋆
I caught him glancing over at me and my oiled down body. From the sleekness of my brown hair, with my makeup neatly covering every feature. Noticeable but chic in the most pleasant way to him. He thought about how every time he mentioned his admiration for you, you’d tense up while fluttering your flowing lashes. Cracking that money making smile.
Little did he know, you had been thinking in the same way.
He bit his lip, still capturing with his bold eyes. From my sheer Black lace dress designed by Valentino, down to my Christian Louboutin Black Leather Platform Stiletto Heels. His nostrils were inhaling the fragrance of vanilla bean oil/lotion and Carolina Herreras Good Girl Blush Eau de Parfum. let’s imagine Good girls perfume was out already.
I every time someone left the stage after a nomination, the audience became quieter, and the tension became louder. I ate you up piece by piece inside, because if only he was already your man.
“You look really good in this jacket, Michael.”
The way his name bounced off of your tongue, breaking the silence of the crowd and music while the show was ending. Her soft voice gave him a feeling inside he couldn’t even describe. He started to imagine you saying his name in some unholy ways, the more you said it. He could try to snap out of it all he wanted but he wasn’t escaping the natural language of his body.
“Thank you! Salvation army will always be my holy grail.”He shook his head with approval, chuckling at himself.
He likes salvation army??!He really is the coolest guy.
“I love salvation army too! You actually find great stuff there” I surprisingly replied, laughing in sync with him. “Man, I always say that Y/N! But no one listens to me!” “Wow, I have to talk to you more” He looked up in disbelief.
“I wholeheartedly agree. We seem to have a lot in common” I smiled, resting my hand gently on his knee. It all really felt natural combined with a really friendly interaction. I felt intrigued by his energy and the smallest things like his flowing hair covering his right eye, with my body feeling heaven sent for him with those androgynous features.
“Where you headed after this, love?” We stood up, as he asked softly against my ear.
You could’ve melted.
“Welll, I mean it depe-” I straightened out my dress , i felt a pinch on my rib. “Hey lovebugs! I could tell you guys are definitely hitting it off so are we outside tonight orr what?” I busted out laughing at Janet’s sudden outburst. I squinted at her, knowing that tipsy expression.
“I mean I did get an award tonight and I’d love to see you again so” Michael sucked his teeth, indicating his desperation. I was loving every bit coming from a man like him. It showed me that you can still be pure and a humorous person, even when the fame takes over and the money talks more every month.
“So let’s stop drooling at each other and go get freshened up!” My best friend/manager implied, snapping me out of a clear daze. She signaled for us to walk, calling security over as we exited the row.
“I guess i’ll be getting that call while I get ready” I held onto his arm, while I spoke softly in his ear. Watching that sneaky grin creeping onto his face, looking down at my petite figure.
“Absolutely, princess”
need this part injected into my veins
nah real shit tho.
❦𝐄𝐩.𝟏: 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 ™
⋆Featuring: HIStory era! Michaelx Fem Reader!❦
⋆Synopsis:Michaels wife was bored and pretty fed up after waking up while he was still in the studio. He’s been working on his HIStory album for a while and shes barely seen him. She finally put her foot down, causing him to understand the meaning of true balance. Making passive visuals memorable on tape.
⋆Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, Arguing , Profanity, Oral, Dom Reader? Sub Michael, Pornography, Foot kink?? Missionary, Rough sex, Smut asl overall so you’ll probably be clutching your pearls!₊
⋆a/n: Hey guys! This my first time making a story on here, so don’t mind if it comes across too strong cause it’s about to get real hot and steamy! Enjoy! xoxo ˖ִ༄˖
I woke up this morning to an empty spot to my left and a note by my husband. He always made sure he left notes in cursive when he left me deeply asleep in bed. It was written “Grand Rising, my beloved lady. I’m at the studio with Quincy wrapping up this album. Then after that i’ll be all yours baby! I love you Dollface. Xoxo♡” I blushed looking at the letter, placing it on my nightstand.
I won’t lie, he always left charming notes like these when he left but showed up home super late almost every time.
It was either I was too tired by time he came back or he wanted rest as soon as he came home. Barely any quality time and I missed it a lot.
I’ve been feeling very lonely and been in need of some love and affection since he’s been gone for so long. I even tried giving myself some pleasure but it just doesn’t compare to his touch and affection.
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I finally got up out of bed, praying it wouldn’t be the same cycle as usual and it’ll all be worth it. I put on a new set of lingerie I bought to show off to him last time but that didn’t go as planned. So here we are again.
I pinned my fresh curls with bobby pins and started putting on my favorite lipstick. It was MAC in the shade Ruby Rose. He actually didn’t like red lipstick on women but when he first saw me, he thought it fit my skin tone very well.
But if you really like red lipstick, you know mat reds are always better than the shiny reds. It’s more settle and chic. Not flashy and attention seeking. But anywho …
After a while of getting prepped for him I realized the time started to get longer and of course I started to get doubtful.
I got on the phone with a trusted friend but after a while, I got tired of venting about the same disappointing cycle i’m going through. Started playing with my hair, trying different styles.
I mean the boredom almost felt like suffering from a depressive episode. I eventually gave up and watched tv shows until he showed up tired from work, again.
About an hour later after dozing off, I heard him in the house greeting the maids and what not. A strategic thought popped up to throw my silk robe on top of my revealing white set, and sit on top of our California king bed, reading the latest news about him.
I wanted to tease him of what he could be having every time he came home from a busy day at work. Other times I didn’t put in much effort to show how much i’ve noticed his distance but tonight, I had a new attitude.
I heard him humming as he walked in our master bedroom. I covered half of my face with the magazine, slowly revealing my features.
He smirked, walking up to the bed as he reached to lift my chin for a kiss. I caught his hand, kissing it before he looked at me with slight concern.
“Now…I understand that you always show up home late from work, tired from a busy day at the studio. You know i’ve always been understanding but-” I started explaining as I was rudely interrupted.
“Listen, I know what you’re about to get into but this is something i’ve been perfecting and I just need you to be patient and not worry about the little things.” He expressed, undressing at the nightstand.
“Michael, I don’t even wake up to your angelic singing from somewhere in the house anymore, let alone in bed! I won’t get shut down from your excuses anymore.” I firmly stated, getting up from my sitting position.
“What about the times where you stood me up and went out partying with lord knows who!” He raised his hands, challenging my statement. “You’re literally talking about when we first started dating and what is that supposed to mean? At least when i came back home, I gave love and affection! All you do in our MARRIAGE is work, come home, sleep feet away from me like i’m not even here!” I emotionally claimed as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“I mean look at your body language! You even hate how I express how much i’ve simply missed you…I- I’m done Michael. I’m sleeping in the other room.” I became teary eyed watching him act like I was some stranger.
I rested on the silk sheets, as I heard fate footsteps at the door. He knocked on the door steadily, while he sighed in guilt. “Baby…Listen-” he began making his point once again. “If I have to listen one more time, I might just burst into flames.” I coldly interrupted looking up at the ceiling with a blank expression.
“Okay…let me start off by saying I apologize if you’ve felt this way for a while mama. We know i’m a workaholic and I don’t know when to sit the hell down.” He sat down at the bottom of the bed addressing his flaws. “You need balance Michael…You cannot marry a woman and think just because of your career you can keep distancing yourself this much. We made vows to always let our hearts to stay together and not only say it, but act on it. I ruled, slightly sitting up.
“You’re right, love. I didn’t mean any offense to you earlier. I would be foolish to say that you’ve done anything wrong as my wife but keep putting up with my schedule and nonsense” He surrendered, rubbing my soft leg. “Let me make it up to you, princess” He placed small gentle kisses up my shoulder.
“Michael, It’s getting late now, you probably need rest anyways” I squirmed under him as he pulled me up to straddle his legs. “Now since when is it too late to show my woman love and affection hm?..” He asked, lingering kisses all over my neck. Those butterflies began to creep into me while he unraveled my silk robe.
His eyes sparkled from his current view. My boobs sitting perfectly in my laced bra. With my bottom half looking like pure desire. “You like what you see huh? That’s what you’ve been missing, handsome.” I said caressing his cheek, making hungry eye contact.
“That’s an understatement for how i’m feeling right now about the perfection in front of me.” “Sexy as ever..I need my camera for this, honey” He whispered in such a growling voice, making my core ache.
He came back in the room with half of his close off. Only his all black flannel shirt and boxers. Pressing record on his new camera I got him for his birthday. “Michael, I know you’re not filming me” “I said you’d be a great director but I don’t know about this one” I said shyly covering myself, obviously flustered by his gesture.
“If I sit it down here, will that make it better?” He smirked sitting it in front of the mirror, recording our reflection from the bed. I nodded as I signaled him to come here.
“Now you know i’m not camera shy but recording something like this is a different experience for me” I stated as he walked over to the bed, unfastening his buttons. “You mean, something like making love on film?” He crawled on top of me as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Mmhm” I smirked, as he began kissing up my neck to my ear, getting the hem of my panties caught with his finger. “Well I think you need to see how beautiful you really are in these moments.” “Full of desire. That neediness I love so much from the woman I love the most.”He whispered, parting my legs further. My insides were boiling hot, and ready for some good sex after all this time.
His pelvis fitted perfectly between them, I could feel his bulging print against my laced panties. Of course that sent me over the top.
I could sense his warm breath against my neck, taking out each pin in my hair. He loves being able to run his hands through my hair during sex. “Let me show you just how sorry I am, love” He whispered, slightly thrusting his hips.
I whimpered from his sweet caress, needing more.
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“Mmh, baby” I softly moaned, feeling his tongue massaging my pearl. Pulling my thighs closer with every moan.
He slowly glided two fingers inside me, while he kept sucking my pearl with hunger. Quite literally demolishing me. “Ou shitt” I whined, cupping his face with my hand.
He reached his arms under my back, using his full strength to lift me up onto his shoulders. He put his entire face in my glory, eating me out.
“Oh my goodness” I moaned loud as ever due to his sudden change of position, holding his face to keep balance. “Mmmh, you taste so good” He mumbled, sending vibrations all over my body.
“I’m gonna fall baby please..I’m so close” I felt my orgasm creep up on me, while he continues to be a complete eater. “Just let me please you.” He looked up at me with those bold eyes.
His strong arms held me with protection, as I continued to squirm, filling the room with the most sinful sounds. He saw my eyes rolling back, becoming completely weak.
Laying me back down, watching my climax rise. “Damnn baby” I was about to be breathless fucking with him. “I know..let it all out for me, princess” He kissed up my folds, sending me over the edge. He saw me leaking with warm fluid, needing one more taste.
Crawling back up to me, panting from the overstimulation of pleasure ringing in my ears. I looked up at him with a full smile on his face, making me giggle.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t do that sooner baby. I truly did miss you so much” He confessed, with true admiration.
He smashed his lips onto mine, asking for an entry with his tongue. He grinds his hips against me, making me miss the way he would stroke inside of me with all his passion.
“Take it out for me mama” He demanded, nuzzling his head in my neck. I reached in his boxers, gently massaging his smooth 9 inch figure. His groans were turning me on by the second. “Anything for you baby” I softly whispered, causing reciprocation from his lips. “Princess, please..”
I raised my legs higher while pulling his boxers down, letting himself free. I looked at the pleasing view of my husband as he placed himself at my entrance with a small tease.
We both stared, waiting for the passion to arise. He slipped into my folds, as we gasp with locked eyes. “Look in the mirror for me” he demanded, looking with me. He held my legs up to my chest, kissing me up my neck then my face.
He slowly pulled out, as I bit my lip feeling the disconnect. Then suddenly pounded in me with his entire body weight, making me cry out.
“Look at how well you’re taking me baby” He grinned, looking in the mirror watching me cover my face as if that was gonna work. His favorite position was missionary and telling me how pretty I looked.
“Mama, you know I wanna see that face” He used one of his hands to pin my hands above my head. “Oh fuck daddy” I shouted, hearing our skin slap in perfect harmony.
“Oh baby, how I missed you calling me that, while you squeezed me so good” He purred, wrapping my legs around his waist with his hands cupping my ass.
His strokes were harder and deeper, as I dug my french tips into his back. “Baby please don’t stop” I felt tears welling up from the pure bliss sparking inside me.
“I won’t , I promise” he murmured softly.
He raised my leg over his shoulder, kissing it till he reached my feet, placing soft pecks all over it. Rubbing my pearl in circles, making my legs tremble.
“Mmh, I love you baby” I hum softly as his strokes became sloppier. He tried talking back but started rolling his eyes. “Look at me, handsome” I moaned grabbing his face with my small hands.
“Fuck, I love you princess” He gasps for air, while releasing his warm load inside me. He could feel my juices mixing with his as we rode out our orgasms.
As our highs came down, I smiled kissing his lips passionately. “I’m gonna love watching this back” I looked over at the camera, giggling.
“Let’s go see it now, before we get ready for bed and you become my sleeping beauty” He suggested while poking my nose with his finger.