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[onthewallz]

this is thriller, thriller night

' cause I can thrill you more than any ghoul could ever dare try

Off the wall (1979 - 1981)

Thriller (1982 - 1986)

Thrill the night

Bad (1987 - 1990)

Dangerous (1991 - 1994)

She wants to get it

HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book 1 (1995 - 2000)

Invincible (2000 - )

Generalised

Capturing the memories

[devochkanextdoor]

such a perv ────୨୧──── m. jackson

wc: 3k

coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader

era: off the wall

summary: you catch michael jerking off to one of your sexy little polaroid pics that he stole from your boyfriend's wallet. The sweet girl that you are, you decide to put him out his misery.

warnings: heavy smut with little plot, cheating, dom!reader, sub!michael, virgin!michael, creampie (sorry not sorry), f! oral receiving, m! oral receiving, michael is heavily inexperienced,

a/n: I’ve lowk been wanting to write something virgin michael based & this is what I came up with!! & also I’ve been in heat this week for some reason so fuck all that cute shit here’s sumthin dirty xoxo

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Michael plops himself on the edge of his bed, the sunlight pooling through the window behind him & on the polariod he’s holding, a polaroid of you. In the picture, you’re sat on your boyfriend’s lap in an oversized tee, probably his. Your bare ass is jutted out as you look back, smiling cutely at the camera lens, your boyfriend’s hand gripping the fat of your cheek. As much as Michael loves it, it doesn’t belong to him.

The Polaroid he’s holding actually belongs to your boyfriend, your loyal & loving boyfriend. He found it poking out his wallet that was laying on the couch while you, Janet, his brothers & of course your boyfriend, were in the occupied in the back garden drinking & chatting, completely unaware of his sly acts.

Michael’s always been a bit nosey, especially when it comes to you & your boyfriend. He can’t help but despise him, hates the way he looks at you, hates the way he touches you. He’d always feel a way when you brought him over almost every-time you visited. He was still such a boy even in his 20’s, so lustful & envious yet so shy & enclosed.

He’d always ogle at you from across the room anytime you weren’t looking. The natural pout of your ripe pink lips, or the way your tits would bounce a little any time you giggled or moved, practically threatening to fall out of your skimpy camisole.

He lays back on the bed, placing the sultry Polaroid next to him so he’s able to pull of his shorts & his boxers, his eyes never leaving the picture beside him. He leaves them pooled at his ankles, too excited & frantic to take them off completely.

His cock is already rock hard, standing upright, just begging to be milked after multiple painful hours of weeping pre-cum in his pants from the way your ass looked in those denim shorts today. Thank god it was summer, he thought to himself.

His cheeks flush hot & pink as he picks up the picture again, trembling from adrenaline. He knows it’s wrong, you’re taken, someone else’s property. But Michael’s a traditional man, a boyfriend ain’t a husband is it?

He wraps a shaky hand around his meaty shaft, long n’ full veins already making an appearance under the skin from his intense arousal.

Shallow pathetic whimpers fall from his lips as he gently strokes his cock, staring at your slutty little picture, his mouth agape. He’s never been so erect in his life, he can barely wrap it around his hand from how big it’s gotten.

"God help me." He whispers, his voice box cracking.

He was obsessed with you, he’s had a crush on you ever since Janet brought you over, he’s just never acted on it as he’s doing now.

His attempts to keep his eyes out the back of his head start to fail as he gets closer to his climax, his hips bucking sloppily into his fist as he shuts his eyes, falling deeper into his imagination & less in reality with each stroke. Your name fell out of his mouth instinctively like a mantra, his cock a ticking time bomb in his grasp.

All of a sudden, his selfish trance was broken with a creak with what sounded like a door. He looks to the sound briefly, thinking it was something else. But it wasn't, it was you. You'd been standing in the doorway for at least 2 minutes, leaning against it with your mouth pried open in a teasing, judgmental manner. Secretly, you liked watching him touch himself when he knew no one was watching, you found it primal & dirty.

It was you who'd pushed the door open a little so it would creak, making yourself known to Michael.

As soon as he saw you, he shot up & grabbed his boxers to pull them up in a scurried motion. He looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes all blown out & scattered. You watch him slide the Polaroid under his pillow, thinking you wouldn't notice, but of course you did.

Before he could open his mouth to talk, you butt in.

"I was just walkin' past, & I heard my name?" you coo, your sweet Indiana accent making him even more shy.

You step into the room, closing & locking the door behind you with a small click as he sits up. His shorts are still pooled at his ankles as you move closer, taking a seat next to him.

He plants his face in his hands, stiff as anything. He genuinely looked as if he could cry. The last thing he expected to see was you, that's the last person he'd want to see him in that state.

"m' so sorry—" Is all he could manage, his voice shaky & eyes glossy as he looks at you, "please don't tell Janet, I'll do anything for you not to tell her, Im so sorry—"

You place a hand on his cheek, caressing him softly as you tilt your head with a small pout of your lips.

"I ain't gonna tell anyone, okay baby?" You mewl at him like a kid as you nod.

He nods along like he has no mind of his own, totally dumbfounded by anything you tell him. Now that you think of it, he kind of reminds you of a puppy.

"I wasn't thinkin' about you though, I promise, it was just to some Playboy magazines." He protests.

You let out a little giggle as you pull out the Polaroid sticking out from under his pillow like a sore thumb. You hold it up in front of his face with an amused expression.

“What’s this then huh?”

You watch the colour literally drain out of Michael's face as he goes silent. His pulse booms in his ears as he feels his hands grow clammy. He stammers as he tries to explain himself to no avail.

"That's not mine—" He says.

"I know it's not yours silly, it's my boyfriend's." You reply, your bottom lip drawing in from how horny he must've been to take this.

"N-no, but I dont know how it got here."

You tut, putting the polaroid on the bedside table.

“I’m not dumb, I mean look—“ you lift his hand off his crotch, revealing his hard poking under his boxers. He hisses through his teeth from the mere sensation of you touching his hand.

“You’re still hard, I know you were touching yourself to me. You’re such a little perv.”

“No I promise it wasn’t like that.” He presses, shaking his head.

You start to pull his shorts off from his ankles, startling him.

“What are you doing?” He says frantically, his eyes darting back & fourth from your face to where you’re pulling his shorts off.

“Shh, just relax.” You whisper, throwing his shorts to the floor, “I’m just trying to help you, but you can’t tell my boyfriend, you hearing me?”

Selfishly, you wanted his dick after seeing the size of it. & plus, you’ve always found him cute, Janet’s shy older brother who doesn’t talk much always appealed to you.

Michael watches you as if you’ll disappear if he blinks or moves an inch. He nods slowly in regard to your statement, understanding what’s going on. To him everything feels like a hazy dream, like he hasn’t accepted its reality yet.

You throw his shorts on the ground, leaving him in his boxers as you situate yourself in-between his legs. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him under the fabric like an incubus, ready to feed of him.

You caress his slim thighs, the stubble of hair making your palms tingle.

“Wait, this is wrong. This is really wrong.” Michael whines, dragging a hand across his face as he watches you tug at the hem of his boxers.

“I’ve always had a little thing for you Mikey, y’know that?” You say, pulling down his boxers & off his feet.

“—Always found you so cute.” You continue.

His cock sprung free the second you pulled down his boxers, hitting his lower abdomen. His tip was a deep mauve, glistening pre-cum still gathered at the top. His chest rises & falls as he stares at you, waiting for you to make another move.

You take his shaft in your hand & you can barely get it around. He bites his bottom lip at the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him. You bring your hand up to his mouth, laying your palm out.

“Spit,” you tell him.

He does as you say, gathering as much salvia as he can to put on your hand. You rub the fluids onto the head of his cock as you begin stroking slowly.

Michael’s eyes pinch shut tightly as he battles with something deep inside him. He’s tried to be holy his entire life, as unlustful as possible, following the ways of God. Not only that, but he was also thinking about how angry his brothers would be if they found out he betrayed their close friend. So many things were circling in his mind.

That thinking was soon brought to a stop as he feels something warm & wet touch him down there. He opens his eyes, seeing you bent slightly with your plumpy lips wrapped perfectly around his swollen tip.

“Oh my god,” he groans.

You swirl your tongue around his tip as you watch him squirm & struggle. His knuckles turning white as he tugs at the sheets beside him. You loved how in control you felt. You wrap a hand around the bottom of his base, not being able to take him all.

You begin bobbing your head up & down his shaft enthusiastically, squeezing him tighter with your wrapped hand as little gags rip from your throat, making him swell larger in your mouth. You love your boyfriend, but you didn’t expect Janet’s brother’s to be bigger than him. You release him from your mouth with a wet pop, stroking him absentmindedly.

“Anyone ever done this to you before?” You question with a twinkle in your eye.

Michael shakes his head frantically, his breath now completely erratic.

“No never, I’ve never done something like this before.” He admits, his cheeks flushed a light pink.

You hum in satisfaction, “you’re so innocent, that’s what I loved about you. You ain’t like everyone else, you’re pure.”

Michael’s unable to respond as he watches you remove your t-shirt, leaving you in your black laced bra. You lean down, giving his cock one last lick from bottom to top, making him wince & contract.

You stand on your feet as you push him back so he’s laying flat on his back, helpless. You reach behind you, unclasping your bra. Your perky tits fall free, sitting politely infront of him as you let the useless material fall to the ground.

“You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” Michael says barely above a whisper. His mouth falls agape as he gawks at them like a moth to a flame.

You giggle as you bend down, pushing your capris down your legs & off your feet. You follow along with your panties, throwing them onto his chest. He wastes no time in grabbing & touching them as if they’re gold. He brings them to his face, inhaling the natural scent of you he’d been dreaming of.

Never would you think you’d be standing in front of Michael stark naked. He relishes in the sight of you, his cock visually twitching as he furrows his brows. He comes back to reality for a second.

“What if someone comes? My brothers or Janet—“

“They won’t, just be quiet & they won’t okay?” You say, walking over to him as you situate yourself on his lap.

You were just about to grab & position him to your entrance when he stops you, grabbing your waist.

“Wait, can I?” He whispers nervously, pointing to your pussy.

You get off him, looking a little confused. You think you know what he’s asking for, yet you love to play games.

“Can you what baby? Use the right words.”

He hesitates before finally saying, “Can I lick it? Just wanna taste it so bad.”

“C’mere then.”

You nod with little giggle as you lean your back on his headboard spreading your legs in-front of him. You play with yourself with one hand, the other reaching out to place on his head as he lays down on his stomach. He looks up at you momentarily as you thread his curls between your fingers tediously.

He latches his mouth on your pussy instantly, lapping up your juices from bottom to top. The hums of satisfaction from him send a vibration to your clit, making you tense up & whimper. For someone who’s never eaten pussy before, he does it pretty well. Your boyfriend never made you feel this way, not enough desire as Michael has.

He continues suckling gently, moving to random places that wouldn’t usually bring pleasure, completely messy & inexperienced but so damn desperate.

“Feels real good Mikey, just like that don’t stop m’kay?” You breathe out, your thighs starting to clench as your eyes become teary.

You pinch your eyes shut, the muffled sounds of him slurping up your arousal adding to your pleasure. His hand comes up to gently grab one of your breasts.

“Right there, gonna come, y-yeah—“

Before you can process anything else, an orgasm rips through you with searing force. You arch your back into a sharp C as Michael makes an attempt to keep riding you through it with his mouth. Deep guttural moans erupt from your throat as you cover it with your hand, trying to stay quiet.

Michael sits up, wiping his chin with his wrist as he smiles in pleasure.

“You taste,” he pauses, “so good.”

You push him back down again to his original position, crawling on top of him as you hover yourself above his erect cock. You grab his face gently, pulling him in closer for a messy kiss. He’s probably been dreaming of simply kissing you for a while.

He moans into the kiss as your tongues battle for dominance, both of you extremely horny & greedy for eachother.

You reach down & grab his base, angling him perfectly with your weeping slit. Once it’s in the perfect position, you sit up & place both your hands on his chest.

“Remember, not a soul.” You remind him, placing a finger over his damp lips.

Michael blinks at you with his big brown adoring eyes, humming in submission as he waits impatiently to be inside of you. He’s excitement is tripled due to him never having sex, always having to wonder how it felt.

Finally, you start to sink down onto his length slowly. Each inch fills you up to the brim more & more, causing your eyes to roll back automatically. You reach the bottom, wiggling your ass you try to squeeze the last inch inside.

“It's so much bigger than his, fuck.” You whimper as you start to create little bounces.

Michael’s head falls back as low strangled groans rip from his throat. He’s not touching you yet, as if he’s afraid to overstep a boundary.

“You can touch me, Michael.” You say in between moans.

You bring his hands up to grab your hips, looking at you dumbfounded. He grabs you so gently you can barely even feel it. He slides his hands down towards your ass with a squeeze, a little wave of confidence washing over him.

"Like this?" he asks.

"Yes, exactly like that."

You continue bouncing on his length, a sweet ring of white elixir forming between the base of his cock & your pussy. Even if you two weren’t making noise, the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin & the erotic sounds of your mixed arousal filling the room — almost ratting out your little secret to the rest of the house.

“it's so tight,“ he manages to push out.

Never would Michael have thought his first time would be having his cock shoved deep inside his sister's best friend, he genuinely didn't know how to operate. All he knew was unrelenting pleasure, the rest of his brain foggy.

The room begins to feel humid, the unique aroma of your scents melting together to create an addictive combination that fills your nose with each breath.

Michael’s hips rut into you desperately from beneath, the thrusts becoming sloppy & erratic as he chases his release. He sits up slightly, wrapping his arms around your lower waist as he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples. He sucks with a warm gentle pull, catching the breath from your throat. He pulls you in tighter each second he gets closer, murmuring gibberish around your areola.

You hold the back of his head, running your manicured nails through his hair as you continue bouncing on him, occasionally grinding back & fourth.

“Think I’m gonna come, can’t stop.” He moans around your breast.

You pant furiously as you feel your own release crest in your lower belly, “f-fuck, me too. Come with me honey.”

Before you could move any more, the cord in your belly snaps. Your second orgasm riding through you blissfully. You throw your head onto Michael’s shoulder as you cry, your heartbeat booming in your ears as blind spots cover your vision temporarily.

Michael tried to last in hopes of staying inside you longer, yet the way your pussy tightened around him during your orgasm brought him to a sudden halt.

"Gonna come—"

His body stiffens up as he releases himself with one last thrust beneath you. He pauses before a singular, lengthy moan escapes his throat. You feel his warm seed paint your walls as he twitches, flopping onto his back as he tries to steady his breathing.

You lean forward, allowing him to slowly fall out of you. His flaccid length drops down on his abdomen as soon as it leaves you, his release dripping from you & onto his thighs.

All that was left was you & michael's bodies spent & glued together, a secret that only you two will have to hold from now on.

You look down at him, all fucked out & mesmerised by you. His eyes search you as if you're not supposed to be real. You pepper a kiss on his cheek,

"You're going to make this real difficult aren't you?"

a/n: i felt like a SLUT writing this

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bad era this bad era that, BABYYY WHAT ABOUT THAT OFF THE WALL ERA??

[onthewallz]

I just finished the fic but it just deleted everything I wrote now

[onthewallz]

Guys, I bit off more I could chew with the wedding fic, I got to into it and made it toooo long.

It will be out soon, though - this week definitely

[onthewallz]

17 years ago, the world lost Micahel Jackson.

A man who was heavily misunderstood and was completely mistreated by the world. An angel who wanted more for the world when the world hated him and who adored children while the world twisted the love to be something evil. The world misses you, Michael, but I know Heaven is treating you better than the world ever could.

Forever in memory never forgotten, Michael Jackson 🕊

[jacksonslyriq]

❥you live forever on michael.

[onthewallz]

Thrill the night

pairing - thriller!Michael x fem!reader

summary - the success of your boyfriend's new album entices you to reward him, and how you may ask? Well by bringing his lyrics to life of course.

February 1984

The atmosphere was heavy with mist, the bright beams of the neon lights bouncing off every surface; the contrasting moods making for a unique night. And unique it was.

It had been 2 months since Thriller was released, the world getting to see your boyfriend 's undeniable talent. A song with an electric beat paired with addicting visuals - you were incredibly proud of Michael for the success and decided to go out and celebrate. And to celebrate you chose to go in the Thriller spirit: the horror movie Nightmare on Elm Street.

An outfit picked meticulously for the occasion by mirroring the outfit of the leading lady of the movie video: cropped blue jeans paired with a black lacy top with a sheer long- sleeve top, draped over tied at the front. It was a daring outfit, definitely straying away from your usual style Michael had always seen you in - but you wanted to switch your style to usher this new period in your life. Not just that, but you guys were now adults no longer those love sick children and that was becoming more apparent to you as the months roll by. From his commitments growing as he was now chasing a solo career to the growing number of fans he was quickly accumulating: he was no longer your darling boyfriend who was in a family band, he was ascending into an icon.

And you wanted to show him that you are aware of this and how proud you are of him, hence the outfit. A quick look in the mirror with a touch of lipstick you leave your house to arrive to the front of the cinema. The click of your mini heels echoing as you walk to the local cinema as you get closer the neon red lights invade your vision. When you left it was 9:00 and you guys agreed on 10 minutes past 9 but knowing him he'll show up before that. You lean against the wall softly waiting for Michael to show up staring at your heels; the way the neon beams of red bounce off the hot red colour of your shoes, creating an electric contrast.

A few minutes pass with you stood there, the quiet buzzing of the lighted signs keeping you company. That's when you start to hum the tune of Thriller; with being in the studio during the conception, hearing it on every radio station, attending the set for the music video - it was inevitable that it sticks with you!

"In the mood for a thrilling?" A soft voices interrupts your humming, as you turn around you are met with the doe eyes of Michael. As you smile Michael makes his way over to you to hug you as he kisses your cheek, a "hi baby" muttered against your skin. As you pull away from the hug and maneuver towards the booth to get your tickets, Michael hands you the money as you ask for two tickets and a large popcorn.

His eyes stay on your face originally, just admiring your pretty voice and face as you ask for your items. Your body is leaned slightly towards the booth to be heard clearly, this creating a shadow over your upper body; simultaneously the neon lights catch your outfit in a way that is hard to ignore. The tight jeans melted into your curves, the sheer top over your shoulders that did little to conceal the lacy top that pushes the plush mounds of your boobs up. Michael gulps at the view he is now seeing you in, he was always used to seeing you in those long dresses with occasional jeans that your parents would approve of - but now with the developing independence that comes with age is being shown through your recent fashion choices.

Michael blinks away the last lustful thought as he takes the popcorn bucket from you, then swings his other arm around your shoulders playing the perfect boyfriend - like he wasn't just lusting over you. You later found your seats and got settled in, the cinema packed with people in shared anticipation for the new movie. The dark atmosphere allowing Michael to go unnoticed for a rising star.

Everything went smooth at first, some eerie music during scenes that hinted to the later horror but nothing too scary yet. The big popcorn in Michael's lap as you guys lap it up, and that's when it came. The first major jumpscare - after minutes of silence from the screen, the main character lurking around cautiously and that's when it came. A tall, disfigured man that was screeching with a weapon, the cinema filled with scream but yours was loudest for sure. You practically curled up against Michael's bicep, face hidden in his neck - too scared to look. Your harboured breathes from the jumpscare, making your chest rise dramatically (which meant your boobs too.)

The same things that Michael was trying to avoid were now pressed up against him. With your warm skin radiating through your clothes, paired with the short breaths making them feel bigger agisnt his arm. Despite the movie continuing, he can hear the whispers of your voice in his ear, the whimpers of fear: totally innocent. But his mind went to the other things that he knows provoke the same reaction.

Michael, on top of you, rocking back and forth inside you. His face buried in your neck as you gasped into him. Memories Michael plays in his mind an embarrassingly amount of times, but no, this was to celebrate his success. He couldn't ruin such a sweet moment. So instinctively, he places his arm behind you to pull you into his chest, providing you an escape from the terrifying movie.

His attention is back on the movie now, but with you stuck close to him like this. He might just have to make you see how you make him feel once you guys get home.

[onthewallz]

The love for this fic was so unexpected but appreciated. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed it💕

[cadaverpilled]

my excessive use of commas and my love of run on sentences is alluring and attractive to my readers

[onthewallz]

which one should come out first

marrying bad!Michael

rumours between the new star and bad!Michael

raunchy recording session dangerous!Michael

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Voting ended onJun 21

[onthewallz]

Guys I got carried away and made the fic too long again, it will be out by tomorrow instead

[onthewallz]

Coming soon

[onthewallz]

This will be announced after my next fic is published

[onthewallz]

which one should come out first

marrying bad!Michael

rumours between the new star and bad!Michael

raunchy recording session dangerous!Michael

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Voting ended onJun 21

[onthewallz]

Hellooo just saw your post and wanted to try it can you write a story about uncle!mj with his niece who he is close with?like he played with her when she was a toddler🥹 like the tape of him with baby taj and asking him how old was he?and teasing her and everything i feel like this is so cute💐 thank youuu

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Michael's soft voice filled the quiet room, his new camera settled in his hands. The camera being sent as a gift from a fan and now was the time to test it out; he had just arrived at his brother's house to see the kids.

He was now in the room that was evident for the new addition to the Jackson family - the walls painted with characters from Disney movies, plush toys spilling out from every corner. The room was perfect for his niece.

His darling niece was born nearly 2 years ago, and she was perfect. A face filled with fat creating a moon face with a toothy smile always on her face, pudgy limbs always moving in every direction. Especially after she had recently started walking paired with the short words - making her a tiny menace in the house. Always running around, knocking stuff over in every room while running away with a cute giggle.

She was especially smiley when her uncle Michael visited, the same uncle that brings her gift with every visit and smothering her with attention; explaining the current scene. Michael on the floor layer down with the camera up to his eye with his niece a couple feet away.

"Little one," the soft voice called out lovingly. It wasn't her name, but the pet name was used so often her head instantly shot up. Her head is too big for her body with those big saucer eyes looking at him; she starts to jump up and down, clapping her little hands. The gummy smile smiling back at Michael, cooing at the sight of her uncle.

"I know. Hello, little one. Tell the magical people hi. " his happiness was shining through his tone. Her legs start to spam against her sides, showing how she is itching to walk over. "Come on, come on," the lens zooms in to watcher her closer.

Her arms push up against the plush carpet, unsteady chubby legs straightening to pull her body up. Although Michael has seen her walk before his breath still hitches; the same baby he held at the hospital, carrying her around the estate, can already walk by herself - something he knows he will have to get used to.

Still with unsteady legs, she runs over to him, arms curled up at the sides waving around. A giggle escapes her as she hurries over to her uncle. The camera catches her legs, getting closer until the camera hits the ground, cutting to black. Happy giggles heard through the darkness the camera faces.

A few seconds pass before the camera is swiftly picked up, the baby now tucked in his left arm as he hold the camera out towards them in his right hand. His body slightly bopping up and down, and her smile faced the camera, making the happiness pour through the lense.

"Guys, this is my niece, as you may know. A new addition to the Jackson family," the delicate voice introducing her to the camera. His face turns away from the camera to face her.

"She is...6?" The voice raising in pitch indicated the playful question. She picked on it immediately, a whine escaping her as she shook her head. "Okay," the words barely escape through the breathy laugh.

"1?" This statement entices a happy reaction of giggles with a little body jumping in his arms. Michael's giggles join her, just enjoying the innocence of his niece that makes him complete.

[onthewallz]

My first ever ask

[onthewallz]

Hellooo just saw your post and wanted to try it can you write a story about uncle!mj with his niece who he is close with?like he played with her when she was a toddler🥹 like the tape of him with baby taj and asking him how old was he?and teasing her and everything i feel like this is so cute💐 thank youuu

Testing.... 1 2 3

Michael's soft voice filled the quiet room, his new camera settled in his hands. The camera being sent as a gift from a fan and now was the time to test it out; he had just arrived at his brother's house to see the kids.

He was now in the room that was evident for the new addition to the Jackson family - the walls painted with characters from Disney movies, plush toys spilling out from every corner. The room was perfect for his niece.

His darling niece was born nearly 2 years ago, and she was perfect. A face filled with fat creating a moon face with a toothy smile always on her face, pudgy limbs always moving in every direction. Especially after she had recently started walking paired with the short words - making her a tiny menace in the house. Always running around, knocking stuff over in every room while running away with a cute giggle.

She was especially smiley when her uncle Michael visited, the same uncle that brings her gift with every visit and smothering her with attention; explaining the current scene. Michael on the floor layer down with the camera up to his eye with his niece a couple feet away.

"Little one," the soft voice called out lovingly. It wasn't her name, but the pet name was used so often her head instantly shot up. Her head is too big for her body with those big saucer eyes looking at him; she starts to jump up and down, clapping her little hands. The gummy smile smiling back at Michael, cooing at the sight of her uncle.

"I know. Hello, little one. Tell the magical people hi. " his happiness was shining through his tone. Her legs start to spam against her sides, showing how she is itching to walk over. "Come on, come on," the lens zooms in to watcher her closer.

Her arms push up against the plush carpet, unsteady chubby legs straightening to pull her body up. Although Michael has seen her walk before his breath still hitches; the same baby he held at the hospital, carrying her around the estate, can already walk by herself - something he knows he will have to get used to.

Still with unsteady legs, she runs over to him, arms curled up at the sides waving around. A giggle escapes her as she hurries over to her uncle. The camera catches her legs, getting closer until the camera hits the ground, cutting to black. Happy giggles heard through the darkness the camera faces.

A few seconds pass before the camera is swiftly picked up, the baby now tucked in his left arm as he hold the camera out towards them in his right hand. His body slightly bopping up and down, and her smile faced the camera, making the happiness pour through the lense.

"Guys, this is my niece, as you may know. A new addition to the Jackson family," the delicate voice introducing her to the camera. His face turns away from the camera to face her.

"She is...6?" The voice raising in pitch indicated the playful question. She picked on it immediately, a whine escaping her as she shook her head. "Okay," the words barely escape through the breathy laugh.

"1?" This statement entices a happy reaction of giggles with a little body jumping in his arms. Michael's giggles join her, just enjoying the innocence of his niece that makes him complete.

[onthewallz]

Thrill the night

summary - the success of your boyfriend's new album entices you to reward him, and how you may ask? Well by bringing his lyrics to life of course.

February 1984

The atmosphere was heavy with mist, the bright beams of the neon lights bouncing off every surface; the contrasting moods making for a unique night. And unique it was.

It had been 2 months since Thriller was released, the world getting to see your boyfriend 's undeniable talent. A song with an electric beat paired with addicting visuals - you were incredibly proud of Michael for the success and decided to go out and celebrate. And to celebrate you chose to go in the Thriller spirit: the horror movie Nightmare on Elm Street.

An outfit picked meticulously for the occasion by mirroring the outfit of the leading lady of the movie video: cropped blue jeans paired with a black lacy top with a sheer long- sleeve top, draped over tied at the front. It was a daring outfit, definitely straying away from your usual style Michael had always seen you in - but you wanted to switch your style to usher this new period in your life. Not just that, but you guys were now adults no longer those love sick children and that was becoming more apparent to you as the months roll by. From his commitments growing as he was now chasing a solo career to the growing number of fans he was quickly accumulating: he was no longer your darling boyfriend who was in a family band, he was ascending into an icon.

And you wanted to show him that you are aware of this and how proud you are of him, hence the outfit. A quick look in the mirror with a touch of lipstick you leave your house to arrive to the front of the cinema. The click of your mini heels echoing as you walk to the local cinema as you get closer the neon red lights invade your vision. When you left it was 9:00 and you guys agreed on 10 minutes past 9 but knowing him he'll show up before that. You lean against the wall softly waiting for Michael to show up staring at your heels; the way the neon beams of red bounce off the hot red colour of your shoes, creating an electric contrast.

A few minutes pass with you stood there, the quiet buzzing of the lighted signs keeping you company. That's when you start to hum the tune of Thriller; with being in the studio during the conception, hearing it on every radio station, attending the set for the music video - it was inevitable that it sticks with you!

"In the mood for a thrilling?" A soft voices interrupts your humming, as you turn around you are met with the doe eyes of Michael. As you smile Michael makes his way over to you to hug you as he kisses your cheek, a "hi baby" muttered against your skin. As you pull away from the hug and maneuver towards the booth to get your tickets, Michael hands you the money as you ask for two tickets and a large popcorn.

His eyes stay on your face originally, just admiring your pretty voice and face as you ask for your items. Your body is leaned slightly towards the booth to be heard clearly, this creating a shadow over your upper body; simultaneously the neon lights catch your outfit in a way that is hard to ignore. The tight jeans melted into your curves, the sheer top over your shoulders that did little to conceal the lacy top that pushes the plush mounds of your boobs up. Michael gulps at the view he is now seeing you in, he was always used to seeing you in those long dresses with occasional jeans that your parents would approve of - but now with the developing independence that comes with age is being shown through your recent fashion choices.

Michael blinks away the last lustful thought as he takes the popcorn bucket from you, then swings his other arm around your shoulders playing the perfect boyfriend - like he wasn't just lusting over you. You later found your seats and got settled in, the cinema packed with people in shared anticipation for the new movie. The dark atmosphere allowing Michael to go unnoticed for a rising star.

Everything went smooth at first, some eerie music during scenes that hinted to the later horror but nothing too scary yet. The big popcorn in Michael's lap as you guys lap it up, and that's when it came. The first major jumpscare - after minutes of silence from the screen, the main character lurking around cautiously and that's when it came. A tall, disfigured man that was screeching with a weapon, the cinema filled with scream but yours was loudest for sure. You practically curled up against Michael's bicep, face hidden in his neck - too scared to look. Your harboured breathes from the jumpscare, making your chest rise dramatically (which meant your boobs too.)

The same things that Michael was trying to avoid were now pressed up against him. With your warm skin radiating through your clothes, paired with the short breaths making them feel bigger agisnt his arm. Despite the movie continuing, he can hear the whispers of your voice in his ear, the whimpers of fear: totally innocent. But his mind went to the other things that he knows provoke the same reaction.

Michael, on top of you, rocking back and forth inside you. His face buried in your neck as you gasped into him. Memories Michael plays in his mind an embarrassingly amount of times, but no, this was to celebrate his success. He couldn't ruin such a sweet moment. So instinctively, he places his arm behind you to pull you into his chest, providing you an escape from the terrifying movie.

His attention is back on the movie now, but with you stuck close to him like this. He might just have to make you see how you make him feel once you guys get home.

[onthewallz]

First work out now

[onthewallz]

Thrill the night

pairing - thriller!Michael x fem!reader

summary - the success of your boyfriend's new album entices you to reward him, and how you may ask? Well by bringing his lyrics to life of course.

February 1984

The atmosphere was heavy with mist, the bright beams of the neon lights bouncing off every surface; the contrasting moods making for a unique night. And unique it was.

It had been 2 months since Thriller was released, the world getting to see your boyfriend 's undeniable talent. A song with an electric beat paired with addicting visuals - you were incredibly proud of Michael for the success and decided to go out and celebrate. And to celebrate you chose to go in the Thriller spirit: the horror movie Nightmare on Elm Street.

An outfit picked meticulously for the occasion by mirroring the outfit of the leading lady of the movie video: cropped blue jeans paired with a black lacy top with a sheer long- sleeve top, draped over tied at the front. It was a daring outfit, definitely straying away from your usual style Michael had always seen you in - but you wanted to switch your style to usher this new period in your life. Not just that, but you guys were now adults no longer those love sick children and that was becoming more apparent to you as the months roll by. From his commitments growing as he was now chasing a solo career to the growing number of fans he was quickly accumulating: he was no longer your darling boyfriend who was in a family band, he was ascending into an icon.

And you wanted to show him that you are aware of this and how proud you are of him, hence the outfit. A quick look in the mirror with a touch of lipstick you leave your house to arrive to the front of the cinema. The click of your mini heels echoing as you walk to the local cinema as you get closer the neon red lights invade your vision. When you left it was 9:00 and you guys agreed on 10 minutes past 9 but knowing him he'll show up before that. You lean against the wall softly waiting for Michael to show up staring at your heels; the way the neon beams of red bounce off the hot red colour of your shoes, creating an electric contrast.

A few minutes pass with you stood there, the quiet buzzing of the lighted signs keeping you company. That's when you start to hum the tune of Thriller; with being in the studio during the conception, hearing it on every radio station, attending the set for the music video - it was inevitable that it sticks with you!

"In the mood for a thrilling?" A soft voices interrupts your humming, as you turn around you are met with the doe eyes of Michael. As you smile Michael makes his way over to you to hug you as he kisses your cheek, a "hi baby" muttered against your skin. As you pull away from the hug and maneuver towards the booth to get your tickets, Michael hands you the money as you ask for two tickets and a large popcorn.

His eyes stay on your face originally, just admiring your pretty voice and face as you ask for your items. Your body is leaned slightly towards the booth to be heard clearly, this creating a shadow over your upper body; simultaneously the neon lights catch your outfit in a way that is hard to ignore. The tight jeans melted into your curves, the sheer top over your shoulders that did little to conceal the lacy top that pushes the plush mounds of your boobs up. Michael gulps at the view he is now seeing you in, he was always used to seeing you in those long dresses with occasional jeans that your parents would approve of - but now with the developing independence that comes with age is being shown through your recent fashion choices.

Michael blinks away the last lustful thought as he takes the popcorn bucket from you, then swings his other arm around your shoulders playing the perfect boyfriend - like he wasn't just lusting over you. You later found your seats and got settled in, the cinema packed with people in shared anticipation for the new movie. The dark atmosphere allowing Michael to go unnoticed for a rising star.

Everything went smooth at first, some eerie music during scenes that hinted to the later horror but nothing too scary yet. The big popcorn in Michael's lap as you guys lap it up, and that's when it came. The first major jumpscare - after minutes of silence from the screen, the main character lurking around cautiously and that's when it came. A tall, disfigured man that was screeching with a weapon, the cinema filled with scream but yours was loudest for sure. You practically curled up against Michael's bicep, face hidden in his neck - too scared to look. Your harboured breathes from the jumpscare, making your chest rise dramatically (which meant your boobs too.)

The same things that Michael was trying to avoid were now pressed up against him. With your warm skin radiating through your clothes, paired with the short breaths making them feel bigger agisnt his arm. Despite the movie continuing, he can hear the whispers of your voice in his ear, the whimpers of fear: totally innocent. But his mind went to the other things that he knows provoke the same reaction.

Michael, on top of you, rocking back and forth inside you. His face buried in your neck as you gasped into him. Memories Michael plays in his mind an embarrassingly amount of times, but no, this was to celebrate his success. He couldn't ruin such a sweet moment. So instinctively, he places his arm behind you to pull you into his chest, providing you an escape from the terrifying movie.

His attention is back on the movie now, but with you stuck close to him like this. He might just have to make you see how you make him feel once you guys get home.

[lluvrsroq]

WHO hid these from me