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series ꪆৎ
⭒ REPORTER SERIES GUIDE : michael jackson x reporter!reader series guide (all works in-order)
⭒ SUGAR TALKING SERIES GUIDE : michael jackson x sunshine!reader (on-going. fan favorite.)
oneshots ༘⋆
⭒ PAPARAZZI : badera!michael jackson x obsessedfan!reader
“michael jackson has fans all over the world— but there’s one face he keeps noticing no matter what the city, airport, or the hotel. you were always there. at first, he tells himself its nothing. just another devoted fan. but overtime, you stop feeling like part of the crowd… and starts feeling like someone he can’t ignore.”
wc: 2.8k
⭒ HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE? : offthewall!michael jackson x blind!reader (inspired by “veil” manga.)
“a blind girl and a boy who spent his life being looked at, but never truly seen, meet through a wrong number. forming a bond that neither friendship nor romance could ever fully define.”
. . . disclaimers! everything's written for entertainment purposes only. i use black women & woc for visuals more often than not, but a majority of my works are race-neutral. i write primarily fem & gn readers. i write in blurb & hc formats. i don't ever delete requests, but i do prioritize those that i find interesting. no ai used whatsoever; don't repost or feed my stuff into ai!!! in terms of request rules, check out this post. masterlists last updated july 26th <3
MASTERLIST(S) . . .
michael jackson
★ more than management. ( manager!michael x gn/fem popstar!reader )
the jackson family ( janet, marlon, jaafar, & jermajesty )
here you will find all my jackson family work. to access the masterlist of your choice, click the heart envelope.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ MICHAEL JACKSON MASTERLIST .𖥔 ݁ ˖
to access michael's masterlist click here → 💌
𑣲⋆ JAAFAR JACKSON ᢉ𐭩
to access jaafar's masterlist click here → 💌
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 JERMAJESTY JACKSON ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
to access jermajesty's masterlist click here → 💌
۶ৎ RANDY JACKSON JR ۶ৎ
to access randy jr's masterlist click here → 💌
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ NUGGET SERIES .𖥔 ݁ ˖
to access nugget's masterlist click here → 💌
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ MARLON JACKSON .𖥔 ݁ ˖
⋆ MOUSE: Marlon is fascinated by shy!reader. They start dating and he takes her to meet the fam. (Read here).
𑣲⋆ TITO JACKSON ᢉ𐭩
⋆ LITTLE MICHAEL: Reader is stuck with the baby she's babysitting and brings him over with her. Little does she know it would turn into one of the best dates ever. (Read here).
── .✦ Here you can find all of my work for Michael.
⋆ IN COMPLETE AWE : Michael and reader are getting ready for an event. Reader starts feeling a bit insecure but little does she know Michael is in complete awe with her. (Read here)
⋆ NOT SO FAKE: Pr relationship that turns real with Michael — Head cannons (Read here)
⋆ ANGEL FACE: Reader is doing a research project on angels for one of her finals. one night, her exhaustion takes over and she starts hallucinating—or so she thinks. (Read here)
⋆ THE GIRL IS MINE: Reader has to sit on Marlon's lap because there is no space in the van and Michael is having none of it. (Read here)
⋆ THE GIRL IS MINE [2]: Reader and the Jacksons finally make it to their destination. Michael is determined to make their first date special. Marlon is determined to get that kiss. (Read here)
⋆ UNDER THE TABLE (BLURB): Reader and Michael are secretly dating but get caught holding hands under the table. (Read here)
⋆ DRESS: Reader gets jealous watching Ola be all touchy with Michael in the set of Thriller. She decides it's now or never, so she gives him a surprise. (Read here).
⋆ MAN IN THE CANVAS: You paint Michael in all of his eras. (Read here)
— 𑣲⋆ TEXT FICS
⋆ Ragebaiting hubby!Michael over text. (Read here).
⋆ Older!hubby Michael wants to get you pregnant. (Read here)
— 𑣲⋆ UNCLE MICHAEL SERIES
⋆ TIKTOK TUTORIAL: Your uncle Michael loves watching you scroll through TikTok so he wants you to teach him how to use it. (Read here)
⋆ TEXTING UNCLE MICHAEL: Michael is texting his niece and she is stressing him out. (Read here)
⋆ THE DOLL: Nugget gets her hands on a Michael Jackson doll and has to show her uncle. Michael is amused by the doll. (Read here)
⋆ OUT FOR A WALK: Michael can't find the doll nugget gave him. Turns out, Nugget took it for a walk. (Read here)
⋆ BABY NUGGET (BLURB) : Michael and Nugget play too much. (Read here)
⋆ MICHAEL BABYSITS THE TWINS (BLURB): Michael babysits the twins and it's complete chaos. (Read here)
— 𑣲⋆ DAD MICHAEL SERIES
⋆ WISDOM TEETH REMOVAL: Reader finds out her dad set up an appointment for her wisdom teeth to be removed and she's not happy about it. Reader is bigi's twin sister. (Read here).
note: my writing always empowers the female interest as more than a love interest, but as an individual character and strong female we can see ourselves through. so any requests with misogynistic undertones or degrading kinks/fetishes will not be answered. remember to never weaken or objectify yourself for a man, you are more than that <3
“Why don’t you get yourself comfortable? yes, on my lap, babe.” - various
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ⓒ bluexiao april 17 2021 — all rights reserved. any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, fiancé!giorno, don!giorno, fingering ( f!receiving ), begging, edging ( him ), virgin!needy!reader, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I AM REWATCHING GOLDEN WIND SO ITS THE PERFECT TIME TO OBSESS OVER GIORNO AGAIN. posted for my hoe for the holidaze event. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
Giorno Giovanna was a difficult man to be betrothed to.
not because he was calloused or paid no attention to you— it was actually the opposite. your fiancé doted relentlessly on you, always allowing you to sit in his office with him while he worked ( even during meetings in which his men would give you uncertain looks as they reported sensitive information to him ), and he’d always reach for your hand, hold it on your knee and allow his thumb to stroke the delicate skin as he spoke. he also loved to kiss you, and he would do so whenever he had a moment to do so. even if there was an emergency that required his immediate attention within the ranks; on his way out the door, he would always take the time to tilt your chin up so that he could trace your couplet with his own.
and it was this amount of dizzying affection that made it so impossible to keep yourself from lusting after him.
but Giorno was, first and foremost, one of the most chivalrous men you’d ever met. even with his Gangster status, he was always trying to do the right thing when it came to his future with you. and, unfortunately, one of his intentions had always been to keep your pure and virtuous until the wedding, so as not to shame your family.
“I don’t want you to regret it.” he’d whispered to you once in the dark as he held you. you’d begged him to just take you already— traditions be damned. he wasn’t having any of it. “I want you to be ready to give yourself to me, and not just physically.” he’d kissed your temple when you grumbled about being ready, and chuckled softly. “Wait it out. If not for yourself, be good for me. I want to love you for the first time knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.”
but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to satisfy your urges any other way he possibly could.
“Please, don’t stop.”
you were whimpering, back arching against the door he had you pinned to. Giorno had one hand pressed into the door behind your head to keep you from hitting it when you squirmed, and the other was moving under your skirt. with the long, lithe fingers you’d come to know so damn well, he could make you tremble and beg until you wanted to collapse on the floor in a heap of pathetic sobs. the first two curled inside, the svelte tips massaging a cluster of hypersensitive nerves that had you rolling your head on your shoulders, pressing it back against the back of his hand, and moaning.
“D—Don Giovanna—“
but he frowns, pressing his forehead to yours. “My name,” he murmurs, allowing his lips to dance only inches from yours as he pumps his fingers deeper. you could feel the chill of metal as his rings, scattered on his remaining digits, press against your netherlips— he’d been considerate enough to take the two off of his fingers he intended to use on you, and they lay forgotten on the large, mahogany desk a few feet away. your hands were gripping his shoulders, but they slid over the expanse of his chest as it rises and falls with heavy breathing. you’d already untangled his braid, and his golden tresses hung around his face and shoulders like curtains, billowing as your ragged breath hits the strands. his shirt was also open, and you use the rare opportunity to dig your nails into the pads of muscles in his chest. “Say my name.” they were unyielding, but you already knew that. you could feel just how solid he was underneath his clothes when he pulled you in for a loving kiss or hugged you close at night.
“Giorno…” you mewl, rocking your hips forward to meet his skillful pumping. “Giorno!”
he moans, too. and it’s such a beautiful sound.
pressing his body closer to yours, he nuzzles his face in your neck to kiss and suck all over, finding your sweetest spots in mere seconds, while his pace between your thighs picked up. you could tell he was enjoying it, too, breathing heavily on your skin before latching on to leave his signature in a love bite that would be easily covered by your collar.
“Please— let me touch you, too…” you were hesitant, because you could feel him grinding a firm lump in his pants against your thigh, trying to relieve the pressure he felt, but you’d never been able to get your hands on it. but, you allow your hands to fall to his belt, the very tips of your fingernails dipping underneath to tease the faint trail of blonde hair that no doubt led to your desire. “Giorno, I want to feel you…”
“Not yet,” he whispered, and you gripped his belt, frowning. he must’ve felt you inhale, ready to protest, because he pulls away from your neck to smother your mouth in fierce kisses, curling and twisting his fingers against your fluttering walls until you’re whining and pliable. “I’m dying to be inside you…” he moans into your mouth, pressing his body against yours. you could feel the tent jabbing at his zipper and you know it must be just hardly keeping his erection contained. it must be painful. “I want to feel you, too, amorina,” he crooned, breathless, using your very favorite pet name. “I’m starved for you. I’m just barely able to resist the urge to lay you on my desk. If I even feel your soft hands wrap around me, I’ll lose that battle.”
your eyelids are heavy, flittering slowly, and you roll your hips to meet the palm of his hand. he was drawing you closer and closer to the edge, and you knew he was trying to distract you. “I want you to fuck me, Giorno.” you moaned, and you could feel every muscle he had go taut beneath his skin. the specter of a pinky blush was raising in his cheeks, olive eyes staring into yours. you take this opportunity to hitch one of your legs on to his hip, hooking your ankle against the small of his back to pull him closer. “I don’t want to wait anymore, please… please just give it to me!”
Giorno’s mouth hung slack, his hips jutting forward as if instinctively trying to give in to your begging, and he presses your buttons from the inside with the pads of his fingers. your belly ties in knots and you swoon. “I can’t,” he whispered, breathless, and you squirm. you’re coming undone even as he refuses to give you what you really want. “I gave you my word when I put this ring on your finger,” his free hand slips from behind your head to reach between you and grasp your hand, pulling it up to his mouth so that he could kiss the jewel in the center, “that I would do… everything… I could to take care of you. Didn’t I?”
you nod, moaning his name under your breath like a broken mantra. you wanted to argue, and tell him that you would be better taken care of if he would just strip you down and fuck you right here, right now, but you knew that wasn’t the case. because Giorno didn’t just mean physically. when he promised to take care of you, he meant to keep you safe, fed, spoiled. he wanted to keep your reputation as pristine as it was before you were engaged to the Passione Boss.
“I intend to keep my promise.” he moans, his golden brows furrowed, as if it also pains him to say it. but Giorno’s resolve is strong, and you know that he means it. he kisses the ring again, and this time, your finger, too.
“Damn you for being so— responsible—“ you whimper. you tried to poke your bottom lip out into a childish pout, but his digits were working too skillfully on your nerves, pulling the orgasm out of you, and you allow your mouth to hang open so you can cry for him freely.
he chortles a bit, fondly, and kisses you again to muffle your sounds as you get loud. no doubt, his guards with their heads just on the other side of the door was getting an earful. hell, maybe even Mista would be red faced and unable to look you in the eyes when he escorted you to the car that would take you home to wait for your husband-to-be’s return. his hand slows in tandem with your aftershocks once you’ve cum, allowing you to ride his palm at your speed until you’ve come to a shivering, panting stop. “I’ll give you every ounce of pleasure that I can with my fingers until you’re officially my wife. As often as you’d like.” he husks, slowly breaking the heated kiss to pepper your forehead with a litter of slower, softer pecks. “And, when the night finally comes that I can give every part of myself to you, I promise to worship your body with my mouth, my hands, and my cock until you can’t possibly keep your eyes open or your legs from trembling. Amorina, I promise that, as your husband, I’ll not stop until we’re both in tears.”
reluctantly, you allow your leg to drop to the floor, but you nod, throwing both arms around his neck, and you lean in to kiss his jaw. “Giorno Giovanna,” you purr against his lips, turning your head to allow them to fit better against yours. “Is there no way to change your mind once it’s made up?”
he smiles again, and shakes his head, both hands finding your waist to hold you steady so he can deepen the kiss you initiated. after a moment or two, he pulls back. “Every time I kiss you, another pebble falls from the wall of my resolve. We’d better hold the wedding soon.” there’s a faint knock, three taps. Mista. he called out to Giorno that the car was here, and Giorno sighs, using his clean hand to caress your cheek. he didn’t want to send you away so soon, but you know he didn’t have a choice.
nibbling on your own lip, you take his wrist and guide it back beneath your skirt, allowing his fingers to rub against your slick one more time, and gather your essence upon them. “Don’t stop thinking of me.” you demand, batting your eyelashes. when you release his wrist, he brings his hand up to his face and inhales deep. you didn’t miss the way he shudders when he catches your scent on his shiny fingers.
summary: dating draco malfoy was always within pansy’s plan to ensure her future. there’s only one problem; she underestimated just how intertwined (y/n) was on draco’s life.
or
pansy tries to ensure her relationship with draco but he always seems more interested in his best friend.
warnings: none
unrelated draco x reader fic in case u want more!!: liquid dreams !!
i. Prologue: a match made in hell.
Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (Y/L/N).
Prince and Princess of Slytherin.
A match made by the devil, Weasley would mutter under his breath whenever he caught a glimpse of them walking through the corridors.
(It was rather much a match crafted by their parents, but same difference really.)
Families that belonged to the sacred twenty eight tended to stick together— with fake smiles and the desire to keep their bloodlines pure acting as the glue— so it was only reasonable that (Y/N) and Draco would grow up together. After all, in the words of (Y/N)’s mother, “keep your friends close and your possible suitors closer.”
synopsis. In the fresh modern age of 2026, the last thing you'd expect was to get thrown in a Back to the Future plot. You and your totally basic life go haywire during a moment of curiosity when you decide to test out a stubborn retro camera with mixed up dates. What happens when it wasn't just any old camera? What if it had taken you back to the 20th century? And what will you do when you find the chance to change his fate?
starring. multiple eras!michael jackson x time traveller!reader (reader is inclusive to all races)
content warnings. death, sexual content later in the story, tobacco, alcohol, mental and physical abuse, michael's childhood, and many more content labels yet to come! muahaha
PAST EXPOSURE PLAYLIST <- Spotify link
MASTERLIST
(total chapter count has not been determined yet)
—prologue | Say cheese!
—chapter 1 | This is far out!
—chapter 2 | Oh, dear child...
—chapter 3 | Funky 21st century girl!
—chapter 4 | ...
—chapter 5 | ...
—chapter 6 | ...
—chapter 7 | ...
—chapter 8 | ...
—chapter 9 | ...
—chapter 10 | ...
—chapter 11 | ...
—chapter 12 | ...
—chapter 13 | ...
—chapter 14 | ...
—chapter 15 | ...
—chapter 16 | ...
. . .
—chapter 60 | ...
(Further episodes will be decided later on.)
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