*ੈ🍸✩‧₊˚ “ where’d you get the idea of material possession? thank you for the ride nowhere. and oh my meter’s running, so i really have to go “ the pleasure principle
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𝜗ৎ come go with me, we’ve got it made let me take you on an escapade — j. jackson
— jailyn she / her nineteen black & native american gemini 70’s mikey adorer reborn writer font over-user with love readers are always intended as black women unless stated otherwise i don’t use ai and never will, ew please don’t spam likes and reblogs, i’m very grateful you enjoy my work but please keep it at a minimum! ˚. ᵎᵎ
jermajesty j. jackson. “jer/maj/sunshine”. pre-law student. twenty-three. listens to chase atlantic, deftones, TV girl, cigarettes after sex lover, bryson tiller, brent friyaz + more. introverted. loves orchids, chrysanthemums, and peonies. dr pepper connoisseur. has a soft spot for his roommate (aka you). heartthrob, lowkey a manwhore. can play the guitar + can sing. needs his glasses but never wears them. highly obsessed with mcu and disney. lowkey scared of horror movies. sometimes smoke’s weed. has a thing for making you flustered. can solve a Rubiks cube in under 30 seconds. swears he hates Queen Charlotte/Bridgerton but gets caught crying over it. got into anime because of you <3. lowkey a gym rat. can go on and on about FNAF, bendy and the ink machine, and resident evil. he definitely likes you but he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship.
Author’s Note: been fighting migraines left and right, wasn’t the original post—i’ll make it up soon🫤.
— imagine… being thriller era! michael’s girlfriend ⋆˙⟡
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— thriller! michael always makes sure you’re included in his celebrations 🥹 after a huge achievement, after a performance, after anything exciting, you’re one of the first people he looks for. because sharing happy moments with you makes them feel even bigger.
— thriller! michael gets so soft whenever you’re sleepy 😭 your voice gets quieter, your eyes keep closing, and suddenly he’s speaking in whispers too. “…c’mon, baby.” he’ll brush your hair back, take your hand, and lead you to bed like you’re made of glass.
—thriller! michael gets SO pouty when rehearsals run late because it means less time with you 😞 you’ll call the studio asking if he’s almost home and he’ll glance at the clock like… “…another hour.” then when you guys hang up and sighs because he was supposed to be watching a movie with you tonight :(
— thriller! michael will absolutely ask you, “…can i have a hug?” even though he KNOWS the answer is yes 😭 he just likes hearing you laugh and open your arms for him.
— thriller! michael genuinely believes you make everything more fun 😭 interviews? easier because you’re there. long flights? better because you’re there. sitting in traffic? somehow funny because you’re there. he doesn’t even care what you’re doing together anymore… as long as he’s doing it with you. <3
— thriller! michael LOVES when you get excited over things. like genuinely loves it. you could be telling him about the smallest thing and he’s sitting there with his chin in his hand, completely focused, because he thinks the way your eyes light up is the sweetest thing ever.
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for my bae @angel-faces 💕🧁
i actually had this brewing 4 a minute 👀👀 it’s short because im a lazy fart.. i need to write more thriller
imagine … jackson 5! michael having a secret crush on you during your friendship ୧ ‧₊˚ 🗝️ ⋅ ☆
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— jackson5! michael wouldn’t even move a muscle when you fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie. hardly even breathing the first five seconds because he’s so scared of ruining the moment 😭 but once he realizes your out of it, he’d tentatively place his hand on your arm, rubbing slow, barely there circles into your skin.
— jackson5! michael thinks about kissing you all. the. time. he imagines it in his head, the way it would feel, the way you would tilt your head, the way his hands would find your waist…then he stops himself. too fast, too soon..
— jackson5! michael gets so shy when you compliment him 😭 a simple "you look nice" or "you’re so talented" makes him blush like crazy. he can’t handle it !! he’s constantly seeking your praise and once you give it to him he’s a mess !!
— jackson5! michael is OBSESSED with you, not only does he imagine what it’s like to kiss you, he imagines what it’s like to hold your hand, play with your hair, to cuddle with you, to makeout.. but then he ends up flustering himself and gets embarrassed for even thinking things like that 😭 your his bestfriend, how could he? but he secretly hopes you think of him in the same way.
— jackson5! michael finally building up the courage one day to confess his love to you during one of your hangouts at hayvenhurst, in his bedroom, but that same day you mention how you’ve been talking to this guy, rambling about how much you like him, michael would smile and nod while you spoke while picking at the loose string on his pants, blinking back tears that threatened to fall :( he feels so stupid for even thinking you could like him back.
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omg this was my first time actually writing fanfic like this i hope i did okay i know it’s short … 😢😢😢 it’s just a little something 4 now .. i’m gonna start writing and posting some more
synopsis ! michael realizes that he's never climb through your window, so why not make tonight the night.
jai speaks ! the beginning is literally from scream, i had a dream about the movie and had to use that scene, but ofc I added my own little kick to it. this took me 4 hours to make, I KEPT stalling. navi
contains ! 18+ mdni, fingering, nipple play, michael's really desperate for it, kinda bratty reader, self conscious/nervous reader, michael teasing reader, pet names, she has pubic hair, this lowkey moves fast (im tired), no use of y/n
⋆⭒˚.⋆ you had just gotten out of the shower. hair still damp from a hydrating treatment, skin still slippery from the layered products you lathered yourself in, and you in awe when you put your favorite nightgown on. you sat on the edge of your bed, indecisive on what color you wanted to polish your nails.
the room was silent, minus the faint whistling from the heavy wind blowing through your open window. until it wasn't.
the sudden shuffling found your ears, your attention now on your window. at first you shrugged it off, blaming the blowy wind, until it happened again, this is undoubtedly coming from something opposite of air.
you discard the collection of polishes for you new founded awareness. slowly you creep towards the windowsill, and poke your head out.
at first there was nothing. but then a hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder, the person it belonged to passed a 'hey' to you but it was barley heard due to your loud yelp. "it's just me." the voice tried to soothe, rubbing their thumb across your skin.
your eyes focused on the person, your brows furrowing in confusion along with the lingering surprise-scare. "mikey, what are you doing here?" you questioned him, shifting to the side to allow him in.
"sorry, angel, don't hate me." he apologized a bit muffled as he finally fit himself through the small opening gap. "you sleep in that?" he asked in disbelief as he took in your whole appearance.
you huff, a little offended by his disparaging tone. "yes i sleep in this, what—what are you doing here?"
michael gave you a pout. "why you asking like that, baby? don't like seein' me all the sudden?" he teased lightly, scooping your face into the cups of his hands.
"michael, what are you doing here?" you reemphasized, pulling your face away from his hold.
instead of answering right away he stepped back to take a look all around your room. the way your room was decked out in two of your most favorite colors, and the little collection of stuffed animals you had displayed on your bed.
"it suddenly occurred to me that i've never snuck through your bedroom window."
you stare at him blankly. "that's it? michael it's almost midnight!" you whisper yell, careful not to wake your parents.
"so?" he smirked before walking towards your bed and plopping down onto it, taking in the green bear besides him. "but i also did because my brother's invited their girls over for dinner and it got me missin' you extra hard."
your irritation dropped a little, getting surprised for second time by him. "it did?"
his lip curled. "'course it, did. i'm always missin' you extra hard when you're not in the same room as me." he said very softly, adding a seductive undertone to it. something you didn't miss. "c'mere, mama, please," he murmured holding a hand out for you.
you complied but not before reminding him of the limit between you two. "I know exactly what you're up to, michael, and it's not gonna work."
"I'm not up to anything, baby." he lies, slithering his hand up your arm. you couldn't help but roll your eyes, he's always up to something when you two are alone.
a gasp left past your lips when you were suddenly pulled down onto him, his warmth and scent entangling your senses almost immediately.
he pulled you into a deep kiss, one were your lips moved in rhythm with each other, but he wanted more, taking his hand on your chin he used his thumb to—careful as always—forcefully open your mouth. as soon as he did tongues fought each other for dominance, making you let out a soft muffled moan when you lost.
michael groaned as he pulled away, a thin string of saliva still connecting each other, to studying your face. "please, ma, let me do something to you. more than just the kissing, please," he pleaded helplessly like all the other times.
and usually you turned him down. quickly. and you were just about to if you didn't real a sudden urge to let him continue, but regardless of the lack of resistance you still felt self conscious. "lemme get a taste of you." he whines desperately.
you shake your head. "i-i don't know, mikey." you stutter out, also aching to be touch by him as much as he's aching to touch you. "i'm really nervous." you admit to him.
michael's eyebrows furrow. "why you nervous, baby? y'know i'd take good care you baby," he reminded giving you a kiss between his words, "never think of hurting you."
you bit your lip in thought. eyes darting everywhere on his face but his eyes. "okay, but only your fingers." you softly say earning a teasing smirk. your head still in self conscious mode you added, "I don't even want you lookin' at it."
his face falls completely. "mama you gotta let me enjoy the view, at least even a peak." he whines, the thought of not seeing you all slick and leaking for him disappointing to him.
you cave. "'kay you can look, please, mikey, just do something." you begged inching up the bed so your head laid on your pillows. swiftly michael's slender fingers found your ankle, tracing the delicate soft skin with the tips of his fingers as he slowly trailed up to your knee. he leaned back down to capture your mouth in another tongue war. his lips traveled to your jawline down to your exposed collarbone, the wetness of his kisses making you shiver when your damp skin hits the cool air.
"can i unbutton these?" he asked you, eyeing your pretty burnished face.
you nodded quickly, wishing he'd hurry and have his fingers playing in your wet folds already
michael unbuttoned the four buttons that covered your full breast, letting the material fall to the outs of them. he stared, memorizing them and their deep shade of brown aureolas along with the harden pebbles perking up. the desperate whine that left you finally got him moving again, his lips on the soft curve of your right one, sucking softly before moving to your nipple.
he gave it a little nibble that had your back arching from the senses of finally being touched intimately. then he dived in completely, taking the whole of your brown circle sucking and biting, giving it a little tug making you whimper softly.
"mikey, please, i want you to touch me." you cry out to him, the pain so unbearable and the wetness so uncomfortable for your liking.
he removes himself from your tit with a wet pop. "how much you need my fingers, mama? tell me baby." he teases, giving the same amount of attention to your left tit like he did to your right. you whine again finding the words as he tugs, bites and rolls the much too sensitive pointers.
you huff. "I need them so much, mikey. I need them to fix the pain so so bad."
he pulls his mouth off your chest again, this time instead of teasing his fingers find themselves hiking your nightgown up to show off you purple lacy hem panties. a noticeable dark and large patch immediate to his sight. he grins to himself before swiftly sliding them off your body, carelessly tossing them somewhere behind him.
the bare sight of you was the most beautiful thing he's seen in his twenty years, your slick clinging to the public hairs, your leaking cunt dripping down to the comforter as he spreads your legs open, the throbbing touch deprived clit of yours aching with neediness was testing his self control to not spread you open with his fingers and fuck you with his tongue.
"ready baby?" he makes sure to ask one last time. you nod frantically, the cold air making you squirm. "yes, touch me," you begged for the fourth time.
with that he makes soft circular motions on your clit inciting in soft moans to escape your mouth. he applies a bit more pressure and speeds his movement up slightly. "I'm gonna add a finger now, okay." michael is sure to warn you,
"please.. but slowly." you mumble, careful to keep your noises at bay regarding your parents. michael leans down to kiss you. "of course, mama."
slowly he slides in middle finger, slowly thrusting it in and out. he continues before adding his index finger, continuing the slow thrust while he curls his fingers. he keeps the act waiting for you to guide him.
"faster... faster, mikey," you mutter out. he complies the moment you're able to utter those words out of your pretty mouth.
white cream quickly forms, latching onto the hair that coated your lips and the knuckles that hit them. your bare chest glazed in sweat jiggled with each thrust on his fingers, your breathing heavy as you bit your lip to keep your moans in. the act was so close to getting you busted it kinda excited you.
"you're so tight 'round my fingers, ma. can't wait for the day you're 'round my cock." michael groans at the sight and feel. "so pretty f'me, gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right mama?"
a moan slips out from behind your teeth. "I'll be such a good-- girl—oh my god, mikey." you cry out.
he latches back onto your right tit, keeping up his pace as he gave attention to your wanting breasts.
the wet sounds coming from you creamy cunt so explicit it had michael twitching in his pants, his cock so desperate to fill your hole instead of his fingers.
"my god, mikey--" you moan out to your boyfriend, his eyes watching every muscle in your face contort, your eyes closed shut up and lip tightly secure between your teeth. "you gonna cum baby? gonna cum over my fingers?" he teases.
with toes curling, head thrown back, and a loud final moan you came over his fingers, michael thrusting them allowing you to run out your high. michael couldn't help but be greedy, immediately popping his fingers in his mouth once he took them out of your cunt with a 'plop'.
"you're letting me eat you out next." he moans at the taste of you.
you laugh at him, hiding your face behind your hands feeling shy all of a sudden. "don't get shy on me now, pretty girl." he teases some more, pulling your hands away from your face and pressing your lips together, letting you get a faint taste of yourself.
when you pull away you stare at him for a moment. "y'know mikey, there's this other thing I wanna try." you softly said. michael's eyes darkened, "yeah, like what?"
you don't answer but instead let your gaze fall to the tent of his pants.
kinda ass kinda rushed-- comment !! I love it when y'all do
i wish y’all would stop mentioning how michael’s music is for everyone and how he loves everyone regardless of races whenever us black people mention non black fans stepping over boundaries. this kinda feels like a form of manipulation having to constantly hear something like that, especially when your favorite writer is being called out. i’m seeing LOTS of y’all defend it and it’s okay to call out your friends/favorite writers, i promise you you don’t need to hold their hand, they’re grown and need to take accountability for themselves. and you should also educate them if they’re not understanding anything in regards to black fans. everybody is human and makes mistakes, but if you’re coddling and babying them, they will not learn and will only hide behind you whenever they get called out. do better.
