I get so irritated when i see ppl on here and on tiktok (ESPECIALLY tiktok) complain about how writing fanfictions and smut abt celebs is disrespectful 😭😭😭😭 like have u ever been in a fandom before??? This typa stuff has been on here FOREVER like pls r u new to the internet
bookworm!sugar baby!reader x mature!michael. *nsfw (smut) (some fluff if you squint) 600+ he touches you while you read smut
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"look at that," you gestured to the shiny new paperbacks you'd spread across the white bed of your fresh, all-white master suite. you two were staying in downtown new orleans, just off the french quarter.
michael seemed to know always know exactly what to book. it was your birthday trip, not even one full day in, and michael had already showered you in countless luxurious surprises. you always mentioned touring every book store in a city like nola, somewhere rich in history and culture. he knew you were a sucker for classics, so you two spent the afternoon scanning the oldest stores you could find. you took the time to smell the oldest ones you saw, a guilty pleasure of yours, gagging and sticking your tongue out at each rancid pick. michael laughed every time, trying to hold back his widest smiles at the thoughts flooding his mind of making you gag later.
he spent the whole day behind you, beaming at your obvious joy. the same joy displayed on your face as you held your hands behind your back and admired the new selections later in the room. there was a small cardboard box near the door full of classics and first editions you two found, safely tucked away to protect you from the dust.
as your eyes darted from one side of the bed to the other, you felt the pads on michael's fingertips graze the curve of your waist. you sighed into a smile as he rested his chin onto your shoulder. "what's your favorite?"
"don't know yet, silly. gotta read 'em first."
"are they clean?" here, we go. you let out a breathy laugh. of course, he was asking this. the man was practically drooling over you at your late lunch. you kept asking if he was alright, to which he just grinned and nodded. now, it all made sense to you. you couldn't tell if the nature of your outings were just boring. old man was just horny.
you hadn't seen him in almost a month, just shortened phone calls and promises to take care of you real good when he saw you again. you knew how hungry he was. if he wanted something, he would have to come in and take it from you.
"hmmm, i'm not sure. i think this one might be," you huffed sharp as he lowered his hand into your waistline, "—mmight be dirty." your fingers traced one of the covers and he grabbed it. he hmmm'd in response. you placed both hands onto the edge of the bed and glanced over your shoulder in anticipation. your eyes met michael's dark orbs. he placed the book closer to the head of the bed and knocked the rest of them off in one full swoop of his arm. you snapped your head towards him and called his name. he hushed you with promises of replacements and softly led your abdomen down onto the mattress, fully bending you over.
your breaths quickened as he lifted your floral sundress up to your waist. his hands glide down your shoulders until they meet your own, linking your fingers as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, "can you read me some, baby?" before you can respond, he's taking his hands away and quickly flipping through the small pages to find a spot for you. he spread his huge fingers wide to keep the book open, pointing at the top of the right page.
"right here, mama."
your jaw dropped when his hand quickly dipped into your wet panties, exploring his long digits into your hot folds. he breathed into your ear and whispered for you to begin. as you breathlessly mumbled through the words, michael focused on drawing soft circles into your clit. when you stumbled or stopped on a word, he would lightly press into the bundle of nerves, sending shivers down your back.
"keep doing this for me, and i'll keep doing that for you," he sang into your ear.
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thank youuu for reading if you did! currently on my own birthday trip enjoying the free time i have to write. still wishing i had my own sugar daddy mike to buy me books UGH.
everyone only talks about pervy bestfriend!michael but let's wake up pervy bestfriend!janet, because the material is there !!!! no one would assume the nasty stuff she convinces you to do when everyone goes to sleep, a manicured hand over your mouth muffle moans
“Jaafar Jackson, 25 years old male, went missing on February 3rd. No traces or evidence have been found in the past 5 days of searching in the LA home area where he was last seen.” TV News headlines from 2021 still replaying on your mind.
It’s been 5 years now and you still think about him, your best friend. You had to start a new life without him as he was never found and the case was unfortunately suspended.
You’re now a graduate from UCLA, now living alone in the same LA neighborhood your best friend did. Every day the same routine. 3 days at the office, and 2 days work from home. Every Monday morning you grabbed a cup of coffee at your favorite coffee shop, the baristas knew you. Even the barista who you thought he was cute. Once in a while you would do something random during the week.
That Friday you decided to do something out of the blue for once. You got ready and on your way to the movie theater you received a text message from a random phone number.
X: “have fun tonight.”
You looked at it and thought it was strange. It was a coincidence that the text message matched what you were doing at the moment, but decided to ignore it and mark it as spam. Your phone number used to be the number of a person who passed away 2 years ago, so you would get random calls and text messages from random people and places who still had that number.
The movie was awesome. It was late, around midnight, so you drove back home.
Walking from your car to your apartment building entrance you had a feeling someone was walking behind you. You looked back and there was no one. Kept walking a bit faster, looked back again and you saw a cat. You were relieved but still walked fast until you got to your apartment safely.
You got comfy and decided to snack on something while you looked through your socials.
Sitting down on your couch with the tv on lighting up your living room. You heard a reporter’s voice coming from the tv “Breaking news: Another case of missing woman in LA… Police have classified her disappearance as critical due to similar incidents. Officers, alongside rescue teams, have been combing the similarities in cases in the area for the past 3 years. So far, no significant clues have been recovered asides of the victims leaving their phones with several missing calls from phone numbers that does not exist anymore. Anyone who may have seen her or has relevant information is asked to call contact local emergency services.”
You stood there, wondering if this is what happened to your best friend Jaafar, or even the person whose phone number you now own.
Monday morning came in, as usual, you went to your local coffee shop and decided to get a different drink that day. The cute friendly barista suggested a new drink they were tasting at the shop and you accepted.
On your way to work, you received another text message from a random number.
X: “how was your drink? did you liked it?” “I’m the barista btw”
You looked at it and got surprised and decided to reply.
“It was good! Thank you :) sorry to ask but, how did you get my number?”
X: “i got it from the receipt. I thought you were cute and decided to text you. i’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable!”
“oh! that’s fine haha i just get random text messages sometimes. i think you’re cute too!”
And went with your day, but the barista didn’t replied until late night so you decided to keep the conversation going.
X: “random question, do you like watching movies by any chance. I heard you once talking on the phone about going to the movies.”
“yes, i do! hbu?” you replied.
X: “me too.. what genre do you usually like watching?”
“i love scary movies, sometimes action movies too”
X: “what’s your favorite scary movie? i like those too but.. don’t you get scared of them?”
“no silly, they’re not real!” you texted back.
You kept texting with him until you felt dizzy from sleepiness.
X: “okay then, see you next Monday?”
“see you next monday😊”
It was Thursday already, the week was almost ending but you had to go to the office that day.
You came back to the office from lunch break and your favorite co-worker was waiting for you and some flowers at your desk too?
“Are these from the barista you told me?!” she said excitedly.
“Oh? im not sure. did it had my name? they must be for someone else, i don’t think he knows where i work tho?”
“well he surely does!” she pointed at a card that came with the flowers.
It had your name written on the front. You opened it and it said “i hope these don’t scare you! I saw you walk past by the shop in the morning, you looked pretty like these flowers.”
You quickly texted the barista “hi! thanks for the flowers! can i ask, how do you know where i work at?”
X: “hey :) i heard you talking with the other barista the other day and thought you’d like flowers” “sorry if i spooked you” he double texted.
“oh right! i did hahah thanks! they’re very pretty and they’re actually my favorite flowers!”
X: “great! Haha i hope you have a nice evening :)”
And you didn’t text the whole weekend.
Monday morning, once again the same routine. This time with a different touch, as you were going to see the cute barista after texting during the week.
You arrived at the shop but didn’t see him, so you thought he was at the back or maybe called out sick so you decided to ask for him.
“oh.. um. he doesn’t works with us anymore. His last day was on Monday of last week. I believe his girlfriend disappeared the weekend before he quitted.” said the barista.
You felt a slight pain on your chest. How was this man with a disappearing girlfriend texting you or sending you flowers.
You decided to text him.
“Hey, i went to the coffee shop today and didn’t see you. I heard about your girlfriend, i hope she’s okay. Please don’t text me again.”
But the message didn’t send. You thought to yourself; maybe he was just another player and who knows even what happened to his girlfriend and blocked his number.
It was finally Friday. The week went fast as if your manifestations worked. A new scary movie came out and you were excited to see it that night.
Came back home from the theater and… flowers were waiting on your doorstep. You quickly looked around, grabbed them, went inside your apartment and made sure your door was locked.
It were the same type of flowers the barista had sent you. This time, they had no notes.
You jumped when your phone started ringing out of nowhere. It was a random number and you decided to pick it up.
A voice said “how was the scary movie?” and you froze.
Seconds later you said “who is this? is this the barista? please don’t call me.” and hanged up the call.
The phone rang again, you didn’t answer and blocked the number.
Monday went by and you decided to skip to the coffee shop this time. You were stressed with work and were still skeptical about the barista situation.
During the week you started getting scam calls again, sometimes even during the night and you couldn’t sleep. You were tired of it, so on Thursday you went to the phone store and change your number.
Friday night, you decided to stay home, cook some dinner and watch a new series on the tv.
Your phone rang, it was a random number.
You picked up the call but decided not to talk.
The same voice of you last call spoke.
X: “i said don’t block me.”
You hanged up and proceeded to block the number.
You jumped out of your couch when someone knocked on your door. Without making noise you walked over and looked through the door’s peephole. For your relief, it was your new neighbor. A pretty girl with long dark hair. You opened the door to her to see if she needed something.
“hiii, im so sorry to bother you at this time!! i was about to bake something and noticed i didn’t have sugar and the store is closed because its late. do you have some i could borrow?”
“oh don’t worry, i do!! nice to meet you by the way!!” you said, she seemed a very nice person.
The week started, this time you decided to go to the shop. Got your regular coffee and went to the office.
“Did you heard about the new missing girl?” your coworker asked during lunch.
“Another one?” you asked.
“I read on the news she lived in your apartment building. You should be careful!” she said.
Lunch ended and you all went back on shift.
When you got home, you saw the police cars. You went up in the elevator to your floor and you saw them in the apartment next to yours. You got stopped by one of the officers asking if they could do some questions to you; you accepted. They asked many details which you couldn’t answer much as you barely knew her.
This situation was getting out of hand so you decided to get cameras and set them on your door, even inside your apartment for safety. Somehow these incidents were getting closer to the people you knew.
Weeks have passed by. No random calls, no random texts, no random flowers, no random girls missing, no more creepy baristas. It was strangely.. calm.
Monday again, on your way to the coffee shop as usual. You arrived but decided to use the restroom before ordering.
“your order is there!” the lady barista said.
“huh?” you were confused.
“oh, your friend ordered and paid, he said to let you know he’ll call you later? he had to leave i think.” she saw the confusion in your eyes but didn’t question anything.
You grabbed the coffee and saw your name on it but you were still very confused as how someone you don’t know would paid for it and called himself your “friend”.
The day went by; you arrived home and decided to take a look at the cameras to see if any weird footage came and there was nothing.
You called out of work on Thursday as you caught a cold and weren’t feeling well. All day in your bed, you decided to make some food to survive the day. You sat up in your couch and turned on the tv to watch a movie, and of course, it had to be a scary one.
Mid movie your phone buzzed and two notifications came in from a hidden phone number.
You opened it and it was a picture with a text message.
A picture of you. Not a selfie, or a picture you had posted on your instagram.
It was a picture of you, as recent as it was taken no longer than 3 minutes ago by someone from your balcony window.
“I hope you feel better, don’t catch another cold.”
You froze. Your hands and legs felt numb. Somebody was watching you from your own balcony.
You quickly blocked the number and texted your coworker “can you come to my apartment as soon as you get out of work? please.”
But somehow, the text message didn’t deliver. You called her quick and her phone line was disconnected.
With shaking hands full of fear, you stood up and quickly closed the balcony window curtains and went to check your cameras.
No footage was found. It was late night already, you blocked every entrance to your apartment and went to bed with a knife in case anything happened, but you didn’t catch any minute of sleep.
Monday came in, a rainy morning. You were about to skip the coffee shop but the lack of sleep for the past days were winning and you needed something to keep you awake during the day.
Just when you were about to head up to the office you received a text message from your boss “hi, i hope you’re doing alright. Not sure of you heard the news, the office will be closed for the next week. Stay safe out there.”
You replied back quickly “hello, what happened??”
“your coworker went missing on Thursday morning, no one knows what happened.”
You gulped with your heart pounding really fast and decided to go back home and avoid everything and everyone.
You closed your apartment door and before you could drop your umbrella, you noticed a note on your front door floor.
You grabbed it and read it.
“I said, don’t block me or consequences could happen.”
Your hands feeling numb and a heat wave rising from your weak legs. You dropped everything you had, grabbed a chair and blocked your entrance door and closed every window curtain.
You rewinded your camera footage and finally found something.
A blurry figure of a person with black clothes and a mask. A really familiar mask you have seen before, standing in front of your door and suddenly disappearing right before you arrived home.
It was a white mask of a long face, with three black spots as its eyes and mouth.
You tried to remember where have you seen it but couldn’t recall much.
You decided to call your local police station to report what happened.
“Do you have any evidence of these events?” the operator asked.
You said yes. Scared of your safety, you came out of the apartment with a knife on your pocket easy to grab and walked to the station.
When you went to show all the things you had collected from calls, texts and camera footage. Your phone decided to suddenly turn off by itself. You turned it back on and looked for the things again.
“no way..” you said on a panic whisper.
Every evidence you had was deleted. Every call, every text message, all blocked phone numbers, the picture you got sent, your camera footage. Everything was gone.
“I’m sorry but if you have no evidence we cannot help you. Please come back when you have something we can look into.” said one of the officers.
“I swear i have everything it got deleted somehow just now!” you were panicking, the officers looked at you as if you were crazy.
“I have a note too! Can you do something with it???? Please???” you said desperately.
“Unfortunately we cant. We would need more evidence to start a case. We can get one of the officers to escort you back home if you’d like.” they offered.
You arrived home, and felt so defeated. You were in danger and had no one who could help you.
These were the moments you wished Jaafar was still with you. He would had done something as soon as that barista texted you.
The tiredness won over your heavy eyes and you fell asleep.
4am you woke up out of the sudden. Your mind rushing with racing thoughts. You had remembered something about the mask you saw earlier.
You remembered Jaafar describing this mask as a “ghost face” the year before he went missing, but you couldn’t remember the context of when he spoke about it. However, you did remembered you thought this masked person was the culprit in charge of his disappearance.
Days and nights have passed. You couldn’t go outside of your home without thinking something could happen to you. However, you still had to run errands.
Very aware of your surroundings, you went to the local supermarket and came back safely.
While you were cooking dinner, you decided to grab the note again and look at it. Minutes passed by you looking blank-stared at the note. Your food was burning so you dropped the note on your dining table and went to turn off the stove and move your food to a plate, and that’s when it clicked.
You had seen that handwriting somewhere but you doubted yourself. You quickly went to your room and looked through boxes full of old stuff and found a notebook. You placed the piece of paper side by side with the notebook.
You gasped. It was so familiar that you were trying to deny it. It couldn’t be.
You thought he had disappeared years ago. No one could found any evidence of his existence. Until you recognized your best friend’s handwriting.
“This cant be it.” you said with shaky voice.
He disappeared years ago. Your best friend wouldn’t just appear out of nowhere and stalk you.
Suddenly, a noise from your living room got your attention.
Fear was taking over you. You grabbed the first thing next to you in case you needed to defend yourself.
You walked slowly to the living room and there it was. The same masked person you saw on your security camera footage.
“Ja-Jaafar?” you said with your voice full of fear.
“Took you enough to find out. Do you want to watch a scary movie?” he said.
“Don’t you dare to come near me!” you said loudly.
“You wouldn’t hurt your best friend. You missed me.” he chuckled. “All these years, hiding myself. Making sure no one knew who i was, just because you hurt my feelings.” he said.
“What are you talking about?” you kept rising your voice and walking backwards.
“Don’t you remember?” he said. “Many years i was deeply in love with you; and you decided i was just your best friend and rejected me. Your poor best friend that was not your type got rejected by the person he loved the most.”
“All these years, I have tried to keep you out of anyone’s reach. I have kept you safe, just for me. I should be the only person on your life. Everyone around you is dead and it’s your fault!” he said with a shaky voice.
“It was you!” you couldn’t believe it. Your best friend who disappeared years ago is your stalker, and now you’re trapped with him on your own apartment.
You launched yourself to him out of anger and adrenaline to hit him and protect yourself but he was quicker. You managed to remove his mask and you saw his face. After 5 years of missing him.
You went weak for a second and he grabbed you by the wrists.
“Jaafar!” You gasped loud.
“Best start to believe in scary movies. You’re in one now!” Jaafar said laughing like the maniac he was.
“I did all to protect myself!!!” you said to the officer covered in blood with handcuffs around your wrists.
But….. every evidence they found pointed you as guilty.
All missing people were women. Not a single male was missing, except for Jaafar. All these missing women were stalked by the same person with the same mask. All of these missing people were tied to Jaafar somehow.
Weird, right?
You were just so blinded by a rejection from 5 years ago by your own best friend, so you made yourself the victim and became the maniac you told the officers about.
You killed Jaafar. You were the stalker.
note: this was longer than I expected it to be! first horror/thriller one shot but im proud of it and had so much fun writing it, specially that last plot twist hehe i hope you guys liked it!!
I just rewatched Michael and it really brought me to tears AGAIN
He was such an amazing and aspiring person he tried to see the best in everyone while building on the ground he had and it just feels like everyone was out to get him
And even with him gone society has done nothing but got worse, I see that whole baenation situation the same like this world was built on evil and it has barely changed.
The "Higher ups" and people of authority are forever corrupted and there's always someone above the same person we think is the big problem.
This Society is disastrous and Im really tryna grasp hope that there is more to life then what they push out on these screens.
A young black boy was sent to prison for smth he did out of defense while an Asian store owner was found "not guilty" for literally offing a young black man.
When do we as people come together and stay together with no ill intent? Are yall gonna spend your lives producing hate and negativity? What is there to life with such a disgusting mindset I have never found it in myself to hate someone for difference.
Treating us like animals and ignoring that we're human
I can talk all day about this system and where us as generation are
I totally agree with on the baenation drama. It also disappoints me that there grown women in that group chat as well encouraging this behavior
As for the teenage girls in that gc who started this, it makes me wonder where are y’all parents at?! This is why these kids do not need cell phones!
If Jafaar disappears after the movie no one should be surprised
No this! Like I was in the gc and I have no shame admitting that but when all of ts went down I was at work and I left the gc while ppl were tryna talk about re adding jermajesty cause there is NO WAY this is yalls first thought when it comes to celebrities. I joined cause I thought we were just gonna put each other on to tiktoks and fics. I had some good discussions with ppl about shit that actually mattered. This whole taking advantage of the idea and ruining it for evb was crazy asl and these kids need to stay off the internet
I love looking up to idols and finding many attractive but to go as far as harassing and tryna make a joke out of everything is too much for me honey.
Ik the person who made that gc had good intentions but with kids tdy ts wasn't gonna last no matter how much everyone wanted it to
hello, so the whole baenation gc and all of that is very parasocial to the extreme. it being a whole community is very cute, but to the point that harassing maddie (while yes she is a Zionist, she does NOT need to be asked for sex tapes or anything inappropriate about jafaar). anyone who joined the gc can be in so much trouble bc of what most of y’all did, and it’s not even funny.
and no, don’t make a post saying “can we start posting fics now” because that’s insensitive and just shows how you all really don’t care. y’all keep your disgusting thoughts to yourself and have respect for the family.
if MJ was still alive and knew or heard about this happening to his own family, he would be so disappointed, especially since he would’ve loved all of us as his own family as well.
as fans, your job is to be beloved supporters and admirers, not obsessive idiots who think you have a right to say whatever the fuck you want.
so like.. i just found out who doxxed maddie AND apparently latoya and randy jr were doxxed too?? ---> saw screenshots from the baenation gc (im NOT apart of said gc)
WHAT??
why dox these ppl HOW are they even doing this omg
Just saw screenshots of what was happening in that baenation gc on ig. Something so innocent turned creepy, this what happens when you add batshit crazy mother fuckas in one place. I swear to god. We cant have nice fucking things. Doxxing maddie and her family was not it, just straight up disrespecting her and her fiancé. Like yall niggas aint gon get a chance with him bro. Jaafar probably knows about it and probably feels bad, he shouldn't feel bad because we as fans supposed to be supporting of our fave.
I don't see no support at all. I fear after MJ2 Jaafar aint finna do nothing else. Not a damn thing.
Also people switching up on Jermajesty for liking a post. Ok. He can like a post by a childhood friend does not make him a supporter of diddy. Yall switch up on people so quick it's concerning. Yall probably scared him for no reason..yall mfs crazy. Can we go back to just admiring them like normal. I feel like we owe Jermajesty, jaafar, and maddie an apology.
🐆💋 — the first time michael met you, he was enamored by your afro and the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him. he looked at you, and instantly knew he would move the heavens for you. you treated him with kindness and a type of gratitude that did not feel superficial. you became his friend and more importantly his girlfriend. michael would find ways to help around, fixing things you said you would take care of later, all before the two of you started dating. it only grew more once he asked you to be his girlfriend. michael loves watching you sit at your vanity, your hair pick teasing your curls as you shape your afro, a bunch of hair products all over the counter. michael loved it whenever you walked passed him and the smell of your hair products decided to cling to him.
michael would laugh whenever you complained about how you couldn’t lay your head flat or the back of your afro would look bad. which he would say, “i understand baby, but i can fix it.” which would lead you to give him a side eye.
you would tease at your curls mindlessly, worried that your afro got frizzy because of the humidity or something. michael would tell you to stop worrying because either way you looked gorgeous, he would then grab your hand and hold it to stop you because you would end up frizzing the curls anyway by your hand temperature on accident. michael loved your complaints and your happiness that would come with it. your pretty afro, one he’s taking plenty of pictures of you styling. he has those polaroids all over in his room and some in his wallet, he’s given you some too.
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