the princess’s diary

⋆˚ʚɞ ⠀the prettiest princess

[prettypinkdiaryy]

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ!

ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ, ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɢɪʀʟɪᴇ, ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴs, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs, ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴇɴᴛʜᴜsɪᴀsᴛ!! ɴsғᴡ&sғᴡ, ᴍᴅɴɪ!! ᴍʏ ᴀsᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ <3 ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴜғғ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴘs ɪ'ᴍ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ!! <333

[prettypinkdiaryy]

foursome meaning.. all at the same time???

LMAO YES BUT LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT

[prettypinkdiaryy]

randy jr, jaafar, and jerdada foursome fic or nah?

bitch yes

bitch no

Remaining time: 2 days

[prettypinkdiaryy]

ᯓ★ after being away from you so long, husband!marlon can’t help be to feel aroused by your usual traditions! ᯓ★

description ᯓ★: after marlon gets back from the tour with his brothers and comes home to you, he seems more intrigued with your nighttime routine than usual. you start to question it, but before you do, you get your answer.

warnings ᯓ★: smut, squirting, overstimulation,, spanking, missionary, oral sex (fem receiving), marlon creampies you, nasty talk. daddy kink

pairing ᯓ★: husband!marlon x blackfem!reader

you didn’t know what was up, ever since marlon got back, he’d been acting different.. he’d been clingier than usual, giving you random bursts of affection.. it’s not that you didn’t want, but it was just different.. you were in the bathroom, roller setting your hair for the next day..

marlon walks in, and spots you in your teal, high low nightgown, with the bow tying your breasts together, at the back of it stopping right below the cups of your ass cheeks..

“baby..” he murmurs, wrapping his hands around your waist..

“yes?” you says, putting the last roller in your head.. he kisses your neck, and looks at you in the mirror..

“i missed you so much.. everything about ya..” he whispered, sucking on your earlobe.. you giggle..

“what’s got you in a mood?” you tease, looking up at him.. he smacks your ass and smiles ..

“i can’t miss my woman? been gone for too long, i miss you, and i miss my pussy..” he says, looking at you with heavy lidded eyes..

you giggle, gently smacking his chest at the vulgarity of his words.. “marlonnn..” you whisper, already soaked.. he presses the bulge of his erection against your stomach..

you bite your lip.. “mhm.. you missed me too, mama?” he whispered, lifting your chin.. you nods, clenching your thighs together tight..

“words, girl.. lemme hear you say it..” he says, licking his lips..

“yes i missed you, baby.. y’know i did..” you whispered, and he picks you up.. he carries you to the bedroom, then drops you down on the huge mattress..

he rubs up and down your thighs .. “you got on panties?” he says, looking up at you.. you shake your head and he smiles..

“oh hell yea.. i’m finna get me some tonight..” he says, making you giggle..

he lifts your gown up, and your glistening head was straight in his face.. he smiles like a kid in a candy shop.. he lifts your thighs and pushes your knees to your boobs..

“marlon..” you whimpered, and he smacks your thigh.. “what’s my name?” he growls..

“daddy..” you whine.. he smiles against your thigh, then presses a soft kiss to your pussy..

he starts making out with your pussy, slowly licking your lips before his lips wrap around your clit and suck hard. your toes curl and you let out a soft sigh.. your fingers rub his head..

he moans against your pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out.. “oh god.. baby yes ..” you gasp, whining..

he pulls away, and thrusts two fingers inside.. he immediately curls them, knowing exactly what he wanted..

“ohmyfuckinggosh..” you whine, gently rubbing pushes at his head .. he sucks on your clit, curling his fingers faster..

“cmon mama.. give me what i want..” he murmurs against your clit.. you gasps, and before you know it, you’re squirting all in his mouth..

“ohh fuckk daddyyy..” you whine, your legs trembling..

he smiles.. “mhmmm, give it to me..” he murmurs, sucking your clit harder.. your body jerks and you whine..

“fuckkk.. marlonnn i can’t take itt..” you whine, his mustsche rubbing against your pussy lips.. he flattens his tongue and shakes his head side to side..

“ouu! bae!” you cry out, your toes curl tighter and you pull on his curls..

“gimmie another..” he murmurs against your pussy.. he slurps on your clit, curling his fingers faster..

“daddy i’m cumming!” you squeal, squirting for the second time.. he smiles, and pulls away.. you softly pant..

“you a nasty ass girl, y’know that?” he giggles, leaning up and pulling his pants off..

you bite your lip, watching him pull his dick out.. he strokes himself twice and rubs his tip against your clit.. you softly whine..

“shh babygirl.. ima give it to you..” he murmurs, sliding in.. you whine and reach up to grab your ankles..

he slowly thrusts in and out, curling his hips and looking for that squishy spot inside you..

“ohmygosh.. daddy..” you whimper, looking up at him.. he lifts your gown a little more to expose your boobs..

he gently grabs both of them, massaging them.. “ouu my baby.. so wet.. i love my pussy..” he whispered, kissing you.. he curls his hips again, and hits the spot..

you gasp, arching your back and whimpering.. he speeds up. you bite your lip.. “fuckk daddyyy.. it’s so gooddd..” you whine..

he starts plowing into you, and you bite your lips.. “mhmmm, this that good dick, ain’t it baby?” he coos, rubbing your clit..

“unh huh! all in my stomach, don’t stop daddy!” you whine, gasping.. he leans down and catches your lips in a sloppy kiss..

“awn fuck!” you cry, feeling another orgasm build your in your tummy..

“there you go. cmon baby, how does it feel? hm? feel good?” he whispered , biting your cheeks..

“y-yesss! i’m cumminnn!” you whimpered, squirting .. your toes curl and he pulls out, smacking his tip against your clit to keep you going..

he pushes back in and grinds in a circle, right up against that g-spot.. “ohhh fuckkk..” he hisses, his head falling back..

you grip his arms and whimper his name, creaming all over his big dick..

“i’m bout to cum, mama.. ohh shittt.. take it..” he grunts, slamming in deep and releasing all his cum into your womb..

marlon was getting you dressed after he bathed you.. he pulls your panties up your, getting rowled up at your pussy print..

“baby? one more round?” he says, looking up at you..

“you’re insatiable..”

“yea yea, whatever..” he murmurs, kissing your clit through the panties

princess’s note!!!: yall this is long .. 😀 they be sleeping on marlon, STOP THAT MADNESS.

[alohaxangels]

Ok chat sorry for not posting but i do have my schl stuff starting again

[mikaylajacksonnn]

i love you black men.

#especially you michael 👀

[prettypinkdiaryy]

hihi i love you!! can we get a marlon smut possibly 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 am i mutted 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 i love you 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 we dont get enough 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

LMAO, i love you more and yesughh i’m abt to start rnnn

[prettypinkdiaryy]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ after marlon struggles to cook breakfast, even with the help of his brothers, you come over and take the weight off his shoulders! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

description ₊˚⊹ ᰔ : marlon wants to impress you, so he invites you over, telling you that he’d cook you breakfast and everything. turns out, cooking isn’t easy as his mother makes it seem :(

warnings ₊˚⊹ ᰔ : tooth rotting fluff, cursing

pairing ₊˚⊹ ᰔ: marlon x blackfem!reader

marlon was absolutely obsessed with you, you were his baby. you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and he never wanted to let you go. it an early saturday morning, and the night before, he’d invited you over for breakfast. he said he’d cook, because he figured it’d be easy. boy was he wrong.

he was currently in the kitchen with all his brothers except jermaine, and they were all struggling.

“randy, man flip the damn pancake, you been sitting there for 5 minutes!” marlon said, getting too irritated .. randy flips it, and it was completely black on the other side.

“goddamn boy, you done burnt it up..” jackie says, laughing so hard that he was crying.. michael pulls his eggs off the stove, and they looked horrible..

“marlon is this good enough?” he says, still groggy from getting woken up at the asscrack of dawn.

he looks at the eggs, and his eyes widen.. “ man what the hell?” he says, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him..

“ay, yall smell that? smell like sumn burning..” jackie says, then the smoke alarm goes off.. he opens the oven, and sees the bacon, burnt to a crisp..

“oh shit!” randy says, making jackie smack the back of his head.. marlon rushes over, and they all start to wave the smoke away..

the doorbell rings, and you stand outside.. your kinky, curly hair was pulled into two ponytails, and you had on a cute pink shirt and a little jean mini skirt.. you also had a basket a fruits in your hand..

“marlon? baby i’m here..” you says, knocking again.. his. eyes widen, and all of them freeze..

“keep fanning, keep fanning!” he whispered, running to the door.

he opens the door, giving you a smile.. “hey, mama..” he says , hugging you..

“hi baby..” you say, peeking over his shoulder to see the chaos.. “care to explain what happened?” you say, looking at all his brothers and smelling the burnt bacon..

he practically winces at the question.. “uhh.. so you know how i wanted to cook breakfast for you?” he says, making you nod.. “it ain’t go as planned, mama.. we messed everything up, i’m sorry, but we can go out if you want! i’ll pay and everything!” he says, immediately trying to make it up to you..

you giggle, “i kinda figured this would happen.. you got leftover ingredients? “ you say, and he nods..

you and his brothers were sitting at the table; eating the amazing breakfast that you prepared.. you made pancakes and heart shaped waffles, with more bacon, eggs, and fruit..

“marlon she did way better than we did..” michael says, making him laugh

“yea, mike’s right.. she should cook more often, you needa marry her.” randy says, chuckling.. your face flushes and you giggle..

“why thank you..” you say, making marlon laugh and roll his eyes.

princess’s note! <3 : i hope this was good, this was a request!

[prettypinkdiaryy]

Do you write for the Jackson brothers? I have a Marlon idea!

Marlon invites his girlfriend over because wants to cook for to impress her and he fails miserably, he asks his brothers for help and they fail as well. Reader comes over and is secretly an excellent chef and cooks for the family instead since they failed lol silly and goofy

ofcourseee, i’m abt to post it right now!!! <3

[prettypinkdiaryy]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ after mtv pranks husband!michael on his 44th birthday, leaving him oh so hurt, you take matters into your own hands.. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

description ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : due to mtv having low ratings, they needed to get them higher, so they decided to prank your husband with a fake award and a birthday cake. once you catch him crying, you realize that he was actually hurt, and you wasn’t gonna let that slide.

warnings ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : angst i think, fluff, michael cries, cursing, comfort

pairing ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : husband!michael x blackwife!reader

today is august 29, 2002, and it’s michael’s 44th birthday! you guys were so excited , having already celebrated in your own ways, you guys were going to an event that mtv invited michael to. you were in the bathroom, curling the expensive bundles of your fresh sew-in.

“tinka..” michael says, coming around the corner and stepping into the bathroom.. he stands behind you.

“yes, baby?” you murmur, focused on your hair.

“can you help me? my zipper’s stuck..” he says, smirking and looking at you through the mirror.. you giggle, turning the curling iron off..

“i’m not finna play with you, boy..” you laugh, rolling your eyes..

“i’m serious this time! come look!” he snickers, grabbing you wrist.. you kneel, and see that his zipper is indeed stuck.. “oh shit..” you mutter.. you tug at it a little, then reach into his pants and shift him..

he grabs your head, pushing it down. you slap his hand away and zip his pants..

“thank you, mama.” he says, giggling and pecking your lips..

“yeaaa whatever, go put your shoes on..” you says, applying lipgloss.

you guys have been at the event, for about two hours now, and they just gave your baby his award! you smile, watching him give a speech..

“and i really do appreciate every each one of you guys, my fans, and my family, and my wife, who’s been here for me since i was 18..” he says, pointing at you in the crowd.. you wave and giggle..

he finished up and they also give him a birthday cake.. you loved seeing him celebrate, how shy he got when everyone sung happy birthday. neither of you knew that the night was gonna end in shambles.

you had to use the restroom before you guys left, and michael wanted to stay with you, but you told him to go to the car, and you’ll jus have a guard walk you out. while you were in the restroom, michael was informed that the whole celebration was a prank, and that the award he got wasn’t even real. before they could try to laugh it off with him, he was in the car, tears running down his cheeks ..

when you walk out, the guard looks worried.. “is there something wrong?” you say, raising your eyebrows.. “it’s mr. jackson. they told him that the whole celebration was fake, including his award..” he says, and your eyes widen..

“are you serious? take me to him, is he alright?” you say, knowing just how sensitive your husband is..

the guard rushes you to the car, where your husband is bawling his eyes out.. you get in the car, rubbing his back.. “ cmere baby, it’s alright, it’s okay..” you coo, gently catching his trembling form in your arms..

“tink, they said it-“ he tries, cutting himself off with a sob. he felt so utterly humiliated, that he couldn’t even speak.

“where’s the award, angel? let me see it, i want to go have a word with them, whoever arranged this shit..” you softly say, looking at him..

you gently take the award and get out the car.. “wait right there for me, i’ll be back, baby..” you softly say, blowing him a kiss.

you storm backstage, and see brittney spears, jimmy fallon, and some other people that were associated with the prank..

“hello guys, i think you know, but im michael’s wife, and i’d like to know who planned this little.. stunt tonight ..” you say, trying to start off professional. they start to point at each other, and you raise your eyebrows..

“i’ll just assume that all of you were associated. now, my husband is very, very hurt by this, fake, cheap ass award, that he certainly doesn’t deserve.” you say, throwing it across the room, making everyone flinch.

someone from mtv’s management starts to speak. “maam, it was just a friendly prank, our ratings were low and we figured that this would help them.” he says, trying to give you a smile.

“i don’t give a damn how low your rating were, i’m finna lower them bitches even more, since yall wanna play with my baby. i certainly won’t have a cracked out teenage prodigy, and a rich white man who WISHED he could do all that my husband did, playing with him on his birthday. have a nice night.” you say, storming out.. you walk back to the car and get in..

michael was leaning his head against the window, he wasn’t crying anymore but you knew he was still upset..

“it’s okay, baby.. it’s still your birthday.. you wanna go home, and we can celebrate there?” you whisper, rubbing his thigh ..

he nods, looking at you.. “yea tinka..” he murmurs..

you were still so upset for him, so you started mentally planning how to cheer him up, all while you hug him and rub his head..

princess’s note! <3 : now they know damn well they was wrong for doing that to big mike, but i hope yall like this

[mikaylajacksonnn]

me when i open tumblr to loads of new fics for me to binge read.. 😫

[prettypinkdiaryy]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ me too! ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

after complaining to bsf!jermajesty about no man being as freaky as you, he feels bad.. anddd he has the same interests, if not more .. so he decides to help you out! :)

description ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty been wanting to tap that ass for the longest, and when you start describing all your desires that no one can fulfill, he takes it as and opportunity

warnings ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: jermajesty is a FREAK, missionary, backshots, no use of y/n, use of pet names such as, ‘ma, mama, baby, pretty’, oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, squirting, edging, nasty talk, creampie

pairing ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: bsf!jermajesty x blackfem!reader

you were currently laying on jermajesty’s bed, rambling to him about random stuff while he scrolled on his phone, responding every now and then with a “mhm”, or an “oh yea?”.

you shift onto your stomach, looking at him.. “ and when we were together, i hated sex with him! he never wanted to do the things i wanted to do in the bedroom, it was just missionary, every. single. time. do yk how tiring that is, maj? do you?” you say, running your mouth about one of your ex boyfriends, while occupying your hands with your fresh silk press..

he looks at you, the phone in his hand forgotten.. “i don’t know how tiring it is, ma..” he mutters, huffing a little.. “maybe he had a good point.. what typa shit we’re you wanting in the bed?” he says, his eyebrows raising..

“nothing crazy.. “ you reply, getting a little shy.. “i wanted him to eat me out, and try different positions, and.. uhm..” you start, but you’re too embarrassed to say the rest..

“and what else?” he says, tilting his head .. his phone was face down now, he was giving every drop of his attention to you..

“and maybe pull my hair, and i asked him to ride his face but he said no..” you mumble.. he smirks..

“y’know you coulda called me, right?”

“what, maj?”

you look at him, watching the smug expression on his face get heavier and he chuckles.

“i coulda gave you all that, and more. you ain’t need him..” he says, picking his phone back up..

“maj, what are you talkin bout? you just be running your mouth..” you say, twirling your hair around your middle and index fingers..

“i can give you what you need, mama.. all you gotta do is say the word..” he says, scrolling again.. you sit there for a second, stunned.. you look at him, and lick your lips..

“let me ride your face then..” you whisper, testing the waters.

“alright mami.”

you watch him as he put his phone down, and lays flat on the mattress.. it takes you a minute to register that he was forreal ..

“whatchu waiting on? come sit down.” he says patting his forehead .. you slip your aeropostale sweatpants off, along with your little lace panties ..

you climb over him, and straddles his face.. “maj are you sure, i was just play—“ you try, but he grabs your thighs and pulls you down onto his mouth..

“o-oh! jermajesty..” you whimpered, gently grinding back and forth.. he smacks your ass, his tongue flicking against your clit..

he hums, sucking and licking like he just got out of jail, and you were his first meal.. he massages your ass cheeks.. you start to grind with more confidence, your clit rubbing all on his nose and the bridge of his nose..

“o-ouu fuck, majjj.. y-yeahh..” you whine, your head tilting back as you grinds your hips in circles.. you whine, biting your lip..

“mhmm.. fuck my face..” he murmurs into your wetness, smacking both your ass cheeks at the same time ..

“maj im close..” you whimpered.. you grind until you’re right on the tip of your orgasm, and he lifts you up and sets you on the bed .. you whine..

“what the fuck jermajesty? i was about to c—“ you start, but he was already pulling his pants off..

“chill mami, ima make you cum..” he says, chuckling and smirking at you, even tho you didn’t find nothing funny..

“but you could’ve just let me cum right then!” you huff..

“girl hush.. and let me fuck you.. damn..” he says , pushing you into your back ..

you couldn’t believe what was happening right now. your best friend, jermajesty jackson, had you on your back with your legs folded so tight that your knees were touching your perky tits, and he was fucking you into oblivion!

you couldn’t think about anything but him, anything but his thick, huge dick plunging in and out of you..

“j-jermajesty! oh m’gosh— yes!” you whine, your eyes rolling far back into your head as you reach to push at his abdomen..

“move your hand.” he grunts out , gripping your wrist and throwing your hand back to your chest .. he reaches down and grabs your face, smushing your cheeks together.. “look at me, mama.. look at me fuckin you.. been wanting you for so long, pretty girl..” he moans..

you look up at him, your toes curling.. his other hand grabs your ankle, and he maintains eye contact.. he licks the bottom of your freshly pedicured foot, then kisses your toes, before he sucks on each one..

this was tewww nasty for you, something you’d never even thought of you, and boy did it turn you on.. you clench around him, and let out a loud moan..

“oh you like that? you like when i kiss your feet?” he groans, thrusting deeper..

your face flushes, and you start to respond with a snarky comment, but his tip starts to hit that good, deep spot inside you.. you nod, your toes curling in his face..

“yesyes! right there maj!” you whine, your hand gripping the pillow above you..

you clench around him and he moans, his head tilting back.. “fuck baby,” he hisses, pushing his entire length in.. “you been holding out on me.. this pussy so good.. ohhh shittt..” he moans, folding your legs farther over your shoulders..

“bae! nnyeah!” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close ..

“rub your clit, ma.. i can’t do everything at once..” he moans, his eyes rolling back .. you reach down, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles..

“oh my gosh! i’m gonna cum!” you pant out, your legs trembling ..

“hold it. you not cumming til i’m ready for you to..” he murmurs, smacking your thigh..

“baby i can’t hold ittt! fuckin me too gooddd!” you whine, and he pulls out.. you huff, smacking his arm..

“jermajesty i wanna cum.. my pussy’s aching, and your being an asshole..” you whimper, still rubbing your clit..

he laughs a little , kissing your forehead .. “what did i tell you at first? ima let you cum, mami.. just be patient..” he coos

“i don’t got much patience left..” you mutter, and he rolls you over into your stomach.. you lift your hips up, leaving your face down..

“pass me that pillow, ma..” he murmurs, rubbing your back .. you grab the pillow, and he pushes it under your hips..

he slides back in, hitting deeper this time.. he gently massages your ass cheeks.. “mhmm.. let me in baby.. this pussy so wet.. i been wanting to tap this ass for so long..” he whispered, grinding into you..

“maj.. oh my goodness .. you’re so deep..” you gasp out.. he was already hitting your g-spot, and you felt like you were gonna cum with each stroke.. it wasn’t any better when he sped up, wrapping your hair around his hand and tugging..

“oh shit! oh—jer i can’t— it’s too big!” you whine, and his free hand smacks your ass..

“unt unt. you can. i’m not hearing that from you, i know exactly what you can do.. you wanna cum?” he moans out, biting his lip.. you nod, gripping the sheets..

“then quit complaining and take this dick.” he says, plowing into you.. his heavy balls start to smack against your clit, and you actually thought you were ascending..

“bae! i’m gonna cum!” you cry, your thighs trembling each time his tip kisses your spot..

“cmon ma.. give it to me, let me have it.. show me how good i’m loving you, show me how it feels..” he grunts, his hands digging deep into your back so your arch could deepen

you could’ve swore you saw heaven for a second, then you came back.. “j-jermajesty jermaine!” you whine, squirting all over his cock and balls.. he flashes that gap toothed grin, and smacks your ass..

“there you go, mami.. oh shit i’m finna cum.. you gon let me cum inside you?” he coos, his thrusts getting faster and sloppier..

“whatever you wanttt! just fuck me!” you slur, drooling onto his pillows.. he pushes in deep, and releases.. his cum shoots out in hot spurts, right against your g-spot.. you look in the mirror beside his bed, and see your beautiful straight hair, sweated out and back in it’s beautiful, kinky, curly natural state.. “oh god..” you whimper, huffing..

jermajesty rubs your back.. “i’ll pay for it to get done again, ma.. you don’t gotta worry about nothing at all.. you’re mine now..” he whispered..

maj was on his back, and you were all on top of him.. he felt back for being so rough, and you couldn’t even walk, so he wanted to you as close as possible..

he had been talking for a while, just talking about random shit.. “do you see them tiktok edits of me? i don’t even know where they find-“ he starts, but he hears a soft snore..

you lay there, lips slightly parted, sleeping the best you’ve ever slept in your life..

he smirks, turning the lamp off and pulling the covers off of both of you..

“goodnight pretty girl.”

princess’s note! > i finished this at approximately 2:33am 🫩 it’s real long but i hope y’all like it 🙌

[narratedillusions]

The Lady In My Life

Michael Jackson x Black!Reader

-summary: Michael finally gives in to your demand to sing his hit song ‘The Lady in My Life,’ but you didn’t know he had something else planned for you.

-warnings: slightly suggestive 18+ mdni with my content period!!!, reader is described as having coily hair and brown skin.

-word count: 2.3k

-notes: hey yall!! missed you guys lots. this is just something cute i’ve been thinking about since reading this fic by @king-mila. i think she inspired me to start writing for Michael tbh. pt.2?? -jelly🪼

Today was finally the day. After years of begging and pleading, Michael was going to perform your favorite song. The song you sing in the shower, the song you hum absentmindedly while you focused, the first song you play when you’re in a good mood, or trying to lift your mood. The Lady In My Life held a special place in your heart, the yearning and love that was embedded into the song made your heart flutter.

You remember when the Thriller album came out, going to buy a copy even though Michael always saved you one with a cute note signed on the back. But you wanted to support your man how you used to before you became official. When that song played, you instantly knew that this is what Michael had been speaking about when he told you he had struggled a bit with, but after speaking to you on the phone and a few encouraging words, the lyrics and melodies flowed straight through him.

He never wanted to perform this song, felt it was too sacred, too intimate for anyone other than you and him. He barely sang it for you, he got too shy and flustered, opting to hum it softly to you while you cuddled up in bed. But now he’s wrapping up his first solo tour, and you’d been there every step of the way.

When you had time, you would fly out to wherever in the world he was and stay with him for a while, helping him sleep and actually care for himself properly. When you had meetings or red carpets to show up for, you made sure to call him before bed, softly speaking affirmations and life into him. The toll touring and performing took on him was significant, so anything you could do to ease his mind and body, you did it.

Michael felt you deserved this, that this was the least he could do for you when you're his biggest supporter and he simply couldn’t handle saying no to you. Not to mention, his newfound sense of confidence since BAD had come out. Sure, his boyish shyness still took ahold of him at times, but his energy was different. Sure of himself and confident in his abilities.

You had no clue what was happening tonight, just that Michael's stylist had sat you down to refresh your coils and apply a smoky look to your eyes, making your eyes look seductive. There was a dress laid out for you, handpicked by Michael, of course. Similar to a dress you owned that Michael fawned over each time he saw how it hugged every one of your curves and showed off your beautiful legs that he loved to throw over his shoulders. The purple was stunning against your brown skin, pairing well with the simple gold hoops and bangles you slipped on.

The stage manager, Daniel, had come to tell you that he needed to borrow you, telling you to close your eyes as he guided you down a hallway. You could hear screams and cheers coming closer and closer. “Keep those eyes shut tight.”

You relented, wondering why Daniel was bringing you towards the stage. When you finally stopped, the noise was deafening. Tens of thousands of people screamed and cried, reaching out for Michael. “You can look now, baby.” When you opened your eyes, Michael was standing there with a sheepish smile on his face, still wearing his stage outfit for The Way You Make Me Feel, the blue shirt popping off of his skin beautifully. This was definitely one of your favorite looks from him, the simplicity bringing out his beauty.

“What’s all this, applehead?” You could barely hear yourself with all of the fans screaming their heads off. It wasn’t news that you and Michael were together, this was a known fact for years that you were his lady, but you two were very secretive. Not answering with more than a few words when questioned about each other, disguised as you went out, renting out private islands and villas for alone time. Anything to protect your relationship from the harsh media.

He mouthed “you’ll see,” before bringing his mic to his mouth, once again addressing the audience.

“I’m sure you noticed we’re doing something a bit different. Let me not get ahead of myself. This is my gorgeous lady, and for a while now, I’ve been denying her this one request,” the crowd ‘aww’d'.”

“Michael how could you?!” You could hear someone yell out from the crowd, drawing a belly laugh from you.”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he lauged at the fan. “But I think now’s the time. It’s the last show, and I wanted to get this off my chest.” He looked up at the live band, giving a subtle nod. You recognized the instrumental instantly, the tension in your shoulders instantly melting away, your body began to sway lightly, a knowing smile on your lips.

“Michael.. You did not..” You couldn’t believe he was actually going to perform this for you after years of blushing and trying to avoid the topic. You were in such shock that you hadn’t realized one of the staff had brought a chair to the stage for you to sit on.

Once he started to sing, it was like the entire stadium went quiet, the thousands of cheering fans suddenly silent and only you and your lover remained. He circled the chair, occasionally rubbing your shoulder, or moving hair from your eyes. His backup vocalists sounded amazing, blending beautifully with Michael’s vocals. You watched with pure love and adoration in your eyes, not able to believe that he was finally giving into you.

“Stay with me, I want you to stay with me.” He pulled you from your seat, one hand around your waist, the other still holding onto his microphone. His eyes never left yours, longing and.. nervousness in his eyes. As his voice fell into that perfect falsetto you loved so much, your body swayed with his, catching and matching his rhythm perfectly.

The vocalists in the background took the lead of the song, leaving Michael to layer his overtop. “I wanna touch you baby.” He turned you around so your back was to his chest, never losing his rhythm.

“You’re my lady, and I love you girl!” He pressed a quick kiss to your hand, then pulled away from you, circling your aching body. He watched you like a hawk, the nervousness that once lingered in his body lessened.

“I love you, I love you, I need you, I want you baby! Stay with me! Don’t you go nowhere! And I love you baby!” You could hear and feel the passion radiating from him.

When the song slowed again, he pulled you back by your waist, needing to feel you close to him. The slight hiss he gave before continuing to sing made you thighs clench. He makes that same noise when he slides his tip into you.

Your face flushed, a big smile you could no longer fight on your face, and his into his chest. Now you knew why Michael refused to sing or perform this, this felt very.. sensual, something private.

“Don’t you go nowhere, you’re my lady. All through the night~” A hand slid down your hips to your thighs and back up before he repeated his earlier actions and spinned you around til your back was on his chest. The fans swooned at his actions, screaming how they wished it was them.

“I wanna keep you warm”Your favorite part was approaching and you were shy to see what he would do when he got to that part, knowing you replayed that part endlessly.

“Let me feel ya babe. All ova all ova all ova.” The band, the backup singers, the lighting crew, everything was perfect, setting the tone for love and intimacy. You could feel Michael’s warm breath ghosting over your neck, his hand splayed over your stomach, a habit he had picked up once you gave him the go ahead to start trying to get you pregnant.

“Lay back with me! Let me touch you girl! Lay back with me~” He was now standing in front of you, giving you a look. You two could communicate without speaking at all, knowing what the other needed from you. You took the microphone from him, pointing it at his lips. What you hadn’t expected was for him to start dropping to his knees.

With every “All over,” he got closer to the ground, your hand following him so his voice could still be picked up by the microphone. Your hands shook, thighs trembled, and your clit was now alive and aching for him, clenching around nothing.

His hands wrapped around your plush, exposed thighs, rubbing and gripping the soft flesh. It was like you were an alter he had to kneel down and pray to, to worship with his entire being. “All over, baby.” Your eyes were filled with lust and admiration, shocked that he would kneel in front of you like this in front of everyone, normally this was reserved for private times and spaces. It genuinely looked like he was getting ready to eat your pussy in front of everyone.

He didn't finish the rest of his song, instead pulling a velvet box from his pocket. “You’re my lady, baby. You always have been, but I need to make sure you will be my girl forever. I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you and I couldn’t imagine going another day knowing you’re not my wife. Will you marry me, darling?”

Though your hands trembled, and your eyes got teary, you somehow held the mic steady enough so everyone could hear what the love he was confessing to you, to the world. You were speechless, not expecting this. Not when he kept insisting you get your nails freshly done even though you’d gotten them done a week before, not when his stylists kept fussing over you, making sure everything was perfect, not when Daniel made you come to the stage with your eyes closed.

Tears escaped your waterline, lips trembling. You cupped his face in both hands, the nerves were rolling off of him. His eyes were, too, shiny with tears, nervous of your answer, worried that this was too public for you. He was simply tired of people questioning the validity of your relationship and taking any opportunity to paint the story he was dating other women, whether it be his backup dancers or other celebrities he said a quick ‘hi’ to at events. You're his lady, publicly and privately and he had to set the record straight.

It felt like an eternity for your lips to connect with his, the taste of the orange juice he sipped on between songs and outfit changes and the salty tears coming from the both of you made you whimper. He could’ve proposed while you sat at the island in the kitchen with your bonnet on and just a t-shirt and panties, and you would've been just as happy.

Between kisses, you muttered hurried ‘yes's. He rose to his feet, your hands never leaving his face and the kisses never ending. The microphone laying abandoned on the stage, his fans screaming the roof down. Confetti poured out from the machines surrounding the stage, everyone clapping and cheering. Even Bill was standing in the wings, nonchalantly wiping away tears and cheering for you both.

The ring was beautiful, 14k white gold Marquise cut ring. Beautifully expensive but timeless. And he would somehow find a way to top that and get you an even better wedding ring. This felt surreal, a dream come true. You had been planning your wedding since you were a child, obsessed with the thought of having a day planned to perfection, specifically curated for you and your special day.

Michael leaned down to pick up the microphone, giving his final thank you's to his crew and to the crowd, promising to see them soon. You waved goodbye to everyone, one last standing ovation was heard as you stumbled hand in hand down the hallway to Michael’s dressing room. Everyone was cheering and congratulating you, but you could barely concentrate, ready to take that man down and rock his world.

You knew you had to put it on him, make it nasty for him just how he likes. Michael quickly packed up his things, double and triple checking to make sure he hadn’t left any of his belongings. “Where do you wanna go, baby? I’m feeling spontaneous.” A knowing smile made its way to your face, excited you could chose whether to go home to your shared home, or take a trip.

“Let’s go to the Maldives! We have to celebrate, applehead.” He gave a wet kiss on your cheek, eyes large with love.

“Whatever you wanna do, wifey.” You pressed your foreheads together, giggles and squeals leaving your mouths, acting like schoolgirls with new crushes.

“I love you I love you I love you,” he jumped around the room, unable to contain his energy. “Frank! We need a flight to the Maldives and a private villa!” Frank rounded the corner, peeking into the room.

“When?”

“Now,” you answered at the same time, bursting out into giggles and staring at each other. Your public affection with each other made married people feel single, never failing to whisper and snickering together.

“You kids drive me nuts,” but he couldn’t fight the smile growing on his face. “Let me see what I can do for you.” He walked away to make a few calls, setting the arrangements. You were beyond excited, not even caring that you would definitely need to go shopping for bikinis and more clothing appropriate for your chosen location.

Hopefully by this time tomorrow, you’ll be sunbathing or riding Michael on a private beach.

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i need pt2 now 🙌🙌

[masqueradeafterdark]

Boiling Point

Jackie Jackson x black reader

Synopsis: Jackie and reader have been arguing all week, he decides that he’s had enough.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, sort of mean!jackie, arguing, roughness, maybe a little toxic lol idk, verbal, submissive reader, not proofread

Word count: 2,177

You and Jackie had been arguing back to back all week. It ranged from nonsense bickering to genuine perceived slights on both sides. It had a lot to do with both of your stress levels and the lack of time either of you had to give as of late.

You were feeling extra sensitive, and Jackie had been varying between unresponsive and irritable. Tonight was his boiling point. You made an issue about how he spoke to the waitress, which he knew was just you picking a fight at this point.

You walked into the apartment hot on his tail, as he tried not to give you the energy you so badly wanted. You knew it was toxic, but to be honest, it was a subconscious thing you did when you were craving his attention and struggling to express it.

“Y/n.” He rubbed his face in annoyance.

“Y/n my ass. I’m sick of you and that slick ass mouth.” You pulled your coat off, placing it on the coat hanger just as he did, the two of you seething with frustration as your eyes met.

“I’m sick of you and this attitude.” He pulled his hat off hanging it there as well, as he stared you down. You could see him bubbling up with disappointment because he so badly wanted this to be a relaxing evening for you, but it was turning out to be the complete opposite.

You broke the tension between your gaze, storming to the bedroom, hearing him not too far behind.

“You’re so sick of me why don’t you leave then?” He said in a mean tone, standing in the mirror as he fixed his afro from being flattened under his hat. Jackie meant none of those words, but wanted your validation, which would have been a protest to his assertion. He was throwing out a bone and you caught it, but not how he expected.

You laughed in disbelief. “Maybe I will.” You said bitterly as you struggled to unzip your dress, refusing to ask for his assistance.

He turned, looking at you across the room with an expression of dismay. “Unbelievable…You’ll say anything to get a rise out of me huh?” He shook his head before walking over and harshly unzipping your dress for you. Even in his anger, he felt the urge to come to your aid.

“Oh well. You said it first.” You shrugged nonchalantly, before slipping out of your dress and refusing to thank him.

He couldn’t believe how childish you were being today, but he had just the remedy. “You know what?” He stood with his hands on his hips, eyebrows furrowed in impatience.

“What?” You barked back.

“Get on that bed.“ He ordered.

Just as you were about to sit on the foot of the bed, he stopped you.

“No, no sweetheart. You getting on your hands and knees today talking to me like you lost your mind. Threatening to leave me? You never stooped that low.” He scoffed.

You obeyed, getting onto the bed on your hands and knees, but not without protest. “You mentioned it first!”

“And you caught the bait. I thought you loved me enough to go against me, but I guess I don’t know you like I thought I did.” He remarked as he unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it somewhere.

“You are so dramatic.” You criticized him with a shake of your head.

“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you. Maybe amidst the silence I can imagine you love me enough.”

You were silent for a moment, realizing that Jackie’s attitude and irritability rested in the same root cause as yours—not just a desire for attention, but a strong need for validation from his lover.

As you waited quietly, reflecting on both of your poor communication skills, all you could hear was the jingling of his metal belt buckle, which both excited and scared you.

You were getting some action which was a win, but Jackie had a way of handling your attitude that made you almost not want to have one again. On top of that, you were regretting the way you baited him and vice versa.

Before you knew it, his heavy hand was rested on the small of your back, pushing you into an even deeper arch. You felt his tip grazing your entrance, his member stiff already.

“Uh huh…and he acts like he hates to argue.” You thought to yourself.

Your taunting thoughts were cut short as you felt him enter you, his length already plunging deep. His abrupt entrance caused you to whimper, feeling him splitting you apart in the best way.

Your whimper earned a sudden smack to your bottom, which left it stinging. “What’d I say?” His hips were moving in a slow wind, making you feel every part of him.

“Hm?” He questioned, prompting you to answer him as he pushed his tip right against your cervix, his hips and your ass pressed firmly together.

“You don’t wanna hear me…” You whined.

“Exactly so shut your mouth like I said. I’ll let you know when I wanna hear you.” He pulled all the way out, readying himself at your entrance again, before plunging right back in.

The intense pressure and stretching sent your hand flying back to his abdomen as you bit your lip to suppress any moans or whimpers tempted to escape.

He grabbed your wrists, holding them together behind your back as he began to thrust his hips harder, fucking you in a loving slow pace that perfectly juxtaposed the stern, disappointed force that made your skin clap together loudly.

You winced in attempts to remain silent, his thrusts powerful enough to scoot you forward almost if he weren’t pressing your back so firmly.

His balls began to meet your clit, pressing against it every time he bottomed out inside you. Along with that, you felt his shaft rubbing right against the perfect spot repeatedly and torturously slow, making you want to cry out his name but you knew you couldn’t. You had to let the slick coating forming around him speak for itself.

The room was ominously quiet except for the sound of Jackie pounding you. You braced yourself for every stroke, trying your best to wear your punishment which wasn’t working out well so far.

Your hips involuntarily pulled forward a little, running away from the ferocious beast that was Jackie.

“Where you goin’? Don’t run from this. You gettin’ exactly what you asked for.” He scolded you in his soft voice, completely contradicting his tone as he spanked you harshly, pulling you right back into his thrusts and increasing the intensity of the pleasure he was causing.

“I know…I know…” You moaned and whimpered helplessly as his hips met yours with ferocity and bittersweet contempt.

“No you don’t know. You don’t know, cause’ you been at it for weeks.” He gripped your curls in one hand, and your jaw in his other, bringing your face closer to his.

“Fuck! okay- baby I’m sorry…”

“Nah, don’t apologize to me in the middle of your consequence. A hard head makes a soft bottom and you gon’ learn today.” He had you against his chest, fucking you senseless.

Jackie was being stricter than usual. By now, he would have relented, planting sweet kisses on your face, kissing the tears away to make everything better while he made sweet love to you.

This time, he was teaching you a hard lesson and refusing to soften up on you. At this point, strangled noises and cries were escaping you, but Jackie didn’t scold you this time—it seemed that he was finally relenting in at least one way.

Your eyes were welling up, your mascara smeared and running ever so slightly.

You gasped, feeling yourself already about to come as you clenched him tightly. You tried to hold out, but you just couldn’t, as his strokes were coming too quickly for you to recover from each previous pleasure-filled thrust.

Just as you tightened around him ready to release, he withdrew, leaving you clenching around nothing and aching at his sudden absence.

He took you through about three more rotations of torturing you in this way. Drawing a huge orgasm up to a strong simmer, before suddenly withdrawing the heat.

On the third time pulling out of you, your hips seemed to chase him as he withdrew.

“You know baby…I’m starting to think you taking a likin’ to the way I discipline you…” His voice sounded encumbered with temptation but still stern, dripping in that old midwest, Gary flavor.

“You like the way I tap this ass. Don’t you?” His hand was rubbing your ass cheek in slow circles.

He rubbed your pussy from the back every time his hand reached the cup of your ass, using his fingertips for the lightest, teasing touches he could give you.

He started to finger you with just his middle finger, torturously slow and deep. Each time his finger bottomed out in you, the room filled with a slight squelch. “Don’t you?” He asked once again in a crisp half-whisper, the words arriving with a stinging clarity.

“I do…” You admitted in shame as your orgasm pooled up in your abdomen again.

“Mmmm.” He hummed in disappointment.

Just as your walls tensed against him, he removed his finger. You clenched around nothing again, feeling nervous about what was next.

“But yet, you’re sorry?” He asked, his tone unmistakably vindictive.

“I am baby…” You said, lying flat on your stomach with your thighs tight together, trying to endure the heartbeat you could feel between your legs.

“Alright then.” He replied, his tone letting you know he didn’t buy your apology.

But he sure was going to give you a hell of a way to prove it.

Before you knew it, Jackie was hovering over you again, ready to finish you off brutally.

“Tell me what you’re so sorry for.” He dropped his dick into you again, his hips coming down on you with force.

You recalled earlier in a daze as you tried to construct an acceptable sentence.

“I’m- Fuck..I’m sorry for picking fights…” You moaned, chasing that same orgasm he’d held over your head this whole time.

Jackie pressed your arms against the bed, plowing into you like never before. “Mmm…and what else?”

“I’m sorry for saying I was sick of you...” You moaned intensely in between your words. “I’ll never get sick of you…” You said in a weak, affectionate cry as you reached your peak, your walls pulsing around him in ecstasy.

Jackie seemed to fuck you harder with each apology, making your mind race for what Jackie was looking for. You reached back into your mind, thinking about what upset him the most today.

“I’m just…sorry for my whole attitude…” You said in a weak, cock-drunk slur, your face pressed into the bed. Jackie had you throwing around apologies desperately, seeking refuge from the overstimulation of him pounding you with no refrain.

Suddenly a lightbulb went off.

“And most of all baby-“ You winced as he drove into you, trying your best to form a coherent thought.

“Most of all…m’sorry for threatening to leave you...” Your words mushed together as you stuttered over them, whimpering and moaning amidst each word. “I’ll never leave you baby…” You cried out as your second orgasm coursed through you.

“You promise?” He slowed down, filling the room with the slow, loud claps of your skin.

“I promise you Jackie…” You saw white as you closed your eyes tightly, trying to escape the overwhelming sense of pleasure as it became too much to take.

“You gon’ stop fighting me?” He continued to grind his hips in a rhythm that made your muscles feel tense and rigid. His tone sounding like he was on the edge.

“Mhmm…” You nodded with your face against the bed in surrender. Your bodies were moist with sweat, the inner portion of your thighs wet from arousal and your own releases.

“That’s my good girl.” He planted a tender kiss on your nape before picking your body back up onto your hands and knees.

You were a weak nonverbal mess, your legs trembling in defeat. He started to drive into you again with a sloppy passion as he gripped your waist, ready to paint you white on the inside.

You weakly crawled further away from him, but to no surprise he pulled you right back into his force, making you take all of him.

After a few more powerful blows, his hips bucked into you one last time, releasing as he groaned and moaned.

“I love you.” He said amidst a moan as you both panted. He was pulling you into him slowly and weakly by the waist, as he rode out his release.

“I love you too…” You said sweetly as you held the sheets tightly in your grasp, feeling overstimulated by Jackie’s lasting touch.

When he was finally done riding out his high, he let you go, allowing you to collapse onto the bed in exhaustion.

As you lay in the bed temptingly, Jackie leaned over you, kissing your shoulder, back, hip, then finally planting a soft kiss on your ass. He watched as your body seemed to tingle from the sensation of each touch.

Knowingly, he spread your cheeks, planting a sweet kiss right on your pussy. He sucked it one more good, threatening time, causing you to shudder at even the thought of coming again.

He placed a light smack on your butt, before leaving you to contemplate your attitude.

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୭ ᵎᵎ 🧁 you find bestie!michael’s diary and can’t help but to read it! ୭ ᵎᵎ 🧁

short but sweet!

warnings ୭ ᵎᵎ 🧁: fluff, crying (michael gets nervous) :) no use of y/n, use of names such as ‘daisy, princess, sweet girl’ mentions j*e once

you were at michael’s house, he’d snuck you over while his parents were out because he couldn’t stand the thought of going another day without you..

he was in the shower, and you were staring to get bored, so you started looking around.. you look through his vinyl’s pictures you shared that snakes you smile, even old schoolwork.. but then, you come across something hidden right between his bed and nightstand.

you pick it up, and run your fingers across the cover.. then you open it, and start to flip through the pages..

“his diary?” you mutter to yourself, giggling a little..

you stop on diary entry no. 15, which reads in neat, clear letters, ‘my daisy drives me crazy, i miss her so much, i just hate that joesph has to drag me along with this group. as soon as i get older, im moving out and marrying daisy.’

you giggle and read more, smiling.. diary entry no. 18, ‘daisy keeps laughing at the jokes my brothers make, and i don’t like it. she never laughs that hard at the stuff i say. i wonder if she looks at marlon the way she looks at me.’

you gasp and giggle harder, catching your breath before you keep flipping the pages, then you reach diary entry no. 23, which reads, ‘she doesn’t know what she does to me, everytime she even hugs me, it feels electric. i wish i could just show her how much she means to me, make her feel what im feeling right now..’

your giggling stops, and you become more intrigued, you flip to the last entry, which says, “today i’m gonna tell daisy how i feel, and i really hope she feels the same way.’ the page was dated to last night, and you start to read more, but the door opens..

michael appears in silk pajamas, his neat afro turned damp and curly from the shower.. you could smell his lavender body wash, and you close the diary..

“i’m back, sweet girl.. what’d you find to entertain—“ he starts, but stops once he sees that you’ve found the diary..

“mikey, do you have something to tell me?” you say, looking at him.. he doesn’t answer, walking straight to his closet to hang his robe up.. he doesn’t come out for a moment, so you walk in..

“michael? do you?” you softly say, walking to him..

he looks at you with tears in his eyes, nodding and wiping his face. “i didn’t want you to find out like this, daisy, i-i wanted to tell you, i was just so nervous that you’d hate me forever, i don’t ever wanna lose you, i’m so sorry—“ he nervously babbles, continuously wiping the tears from his cheeks.

you cut him off with a hug and your giggling.. “what’re you cryin for, mike?” you giggle, looking at him.. he shrugs, shifting side to side..

“ofcourse i feel the same way, you obviously see the way i look at you, and the way i touch you. i wanna be more than friends, mike..” you say, smiling at him…

“really?” he says, cupping your face with both hands, and you nod.. overwhelmed with happiness, he kisses you, picking you up and twirling you..

it was so sweet, then it turned into something more heated.. you were pressed up against the wall, making out..

“i wanna touch you.. please..” he whimpered, and you nod.

hopefully the two of you use protection!

princesse’s note! ୭ ᵎᵎ 🧁: i told yall i was writing fluff! how do we feel??? :) please give me tips in area’s that you think i need em, i promise they’re greatly appreciated <3

[pvtypyt]

Ride it right, or get off.

⋆˚࿔ pairing . Jackie Jackson x f.blackreader 18+MDNI —

⋆˚࿔ premise . after a heated argument between you and your boyfriend jackie things started to escalate but in a good way, he often let's you be a pillow princess but maybe this time it's time for him to put his princess in work after having such a filthy mouth cussing him out....but he secretly loves being cussed out by you.

⋆˚࿔ contains . riding him, backshots, missionary, both of you taking turns smoking during sex, established relationship, they lowk toxic but in love with each other, jackie smoking (please just act like he smokes in this fic), cussing, arguing, reader having a horrible attitude, nipple play, masturbation, jackie being mean, just pure filthy so enjoy babes !

Los Angeles, California 1972 – your house.

Jackie leaned back in the armchair, blunt glowing between his fingers as you tore into him. Smoke curled from his lips while your voice cracked through the bedroom, calling him every name you could think of. He didn't flinch, just watched you pace, eyes half-lidded, letting the weed mellow the sting of every curse you spat.

"You don't give a fuck about this relationship," you snapped, hands flying. "Flirting with every thirsty bitch that throws herself at you—"

Jackie exhaled another thick cloud straight at you. "Keep talking." His tone stayed flat, almost bored. "See where that mouth gets you, youn' know how to shut the fuck up sometimes." He inhaled another cloud then exhaling another thick cloud at you.

"The fuck you just say to me?," you turn to look at him, your eyes giving him that 'don't play with me' look. "If anything you don't know how to stop being such a jackass, oh I forgot you're already one!" You screamed at him, getting more and more heated by the second.

You kept going, on and on for a few more minutes, until he finally stood. Blunt buring slow between his lips. He crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed your chin hard enough to make you shut up mid sentence.

"I think you outtha lost your mind talking to me like that, the fuck is wrong with you, huh?" He said looking you up and down. You didn't say anything besides giving him a look of pure irritation. "I don't give a fuck." You spat back.

"really?, that's how you feel ma?," he smirked, "strip. Get on the bed, now." He commanded, leaving no room to argue. "Play with that pussy while I watch since you wanna walk around huffin and puffin, now ima give yo ass a reason to huff and puff."

You glared but obeyed, jackie ended up going back to the armchair slouching. Blunt burning slow between his fingers. His eyes tracked every move as you stood at the foot of the bed and peeled your top off first. You dragged it over your head, letting your tits bounce free.

His gaze dropped straight to your nipples, already stiff from the cool air and the heat of the argument. You shoved your shorts down next, stepping out of them so you stood completely naked in front of him. "Keep goin," he said, voice low. He took another long pull from the blunt and let the smoke drift up while he watched.

You climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. Legs spread wise, you slid two fingers down over your pussy, parting the lips so he could see everything. Your middle finger circled your clit in slow, wet strokes. Jackie's stare stayed locked on your cunt as you rubbed faster, silent whimpers babbling out your mouth. The sound of your slick filling the quiet room. He exhaled another thick cloud, the tip of the blunt glowing orange while you pushed two fingers inside yourself and started pumping in and out.

"That's it," he murmured, shifting in the chair. His dick was already pushing hard against his sweats. "Don't stop, get that shit nice and wet for me, ma."

You kept fingering yourself, hips rolling up to meet your own hand, "mmnghm—" you moaned out. Your other hand came up to squeeze one of your tits, pinching the nipple the way you knew he liked. He stared at you, eyes half-lidded, smoke curling around his face as he watched your fingers disappear knuckle-deep inside you again and again. Every time you moaned or cursed under your breath he just smirked and kept smoking, letting you work yourself.

"That's it," he muttered. "Rub that shit. Get it wet f'me." You kept touching yourself, your attitude still showing on your face even as your body responded. Jackie stood again, undressing, his long, perfectly trimmed, girthy dick. It's already hard and heavy. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you towards the edge of the bed

"You got a lot of sass on you, girl," he said with the blunt STILL between his lips. That man loved to smoke, you knew that already, jackie loved him some weed and you loved to smoke with your boyfriend at times so it didn't really phase you.

You batted your eyelashes up at him, small gasps escaping your lips, "and you got a lot of nerve flirtin' with them other bitches." You snapped back almost instantly. He rolled his eyes and spread your legs wide, pushing them up to your perky tits. He started rubbing the head of his tip up and down your slit without pushing in, the teasing forcing a small whimper out of you.

"jackie—don't tease." You looked at him, bringing your lips to your teeth biting down on it softly, you reached down trying to line him up yourself, but he slapped your wrist, "I didn't tell you to touch, stop playin' with me girl." His voice full of irritation and laziness. He continued rubbing his tip over your folds before he finally pushed in fully giving you no time to adjust to him.

You gasped, looking up at him pupils blown wide as you tried adjusting to him, that man didn't give a flying fuck. He started thrusting, hard and steady, one hand pressed down on your thigh to keep your legs wide open, the other one taking slow inhales of the blunt, letting out more smoke.

"You look so pretty, gon' make yo ass a mommy." Every snap of his hips punched a loud moan out of you. "S–slow down baby–shiiiitt!" You moaned, eyes rolling back. Your legs wrapped around him now, heels digging into his back, "I'm–I'm so sorry baby, oh my gosh!" You yelped out, eyes squeezing shut.

"I don't give a damn bout' no worry, Mama, y'know this, don't play crazy now." A dry chuckle came out his mouth. He started pounding into you until the headboard slammed the wall. He took the blunt between his fingers and passed you the blunt and you took a hit while he fucked you slow and deep now changing his pace, his thumb now circling your clit.

"Inhale," he coached, watching your eyes glaze. "Now hold it. Good girl." You exhaled shakily as he picked up speed again, his free hand went to your nipples tugging and sucking one into his mouth as he leaned down while he pounded into you. He moved one of your legs onto his shoulder. This angle had him drilling deeper into you, making you moan out louder.

Your legs started shaking, pressure building fast, "I'm–fuck–im gonna." You tried talking, each other turned into a moan. "You gon' what?, I can't hear you baby," he slapped your inner thigh. "Speak up f'me." He ordered. You put the blunt out on a nearby ashtray being very careful not to drop it, you absolutely tried running from the dick, it felt like he was trying to fuck a five babies into you.

"stop playin' with me," you held you down by your hips, your legs now opened up into a V shape. "You know I don't like that shit, now take it." He drilled in deeper in this position. Causing you to see stars, maybe even galaxies at this rate, "oh fuck—hiccup!—m'so sorry, baby." You whine, lips coming out to a pout.

You felt a tight pressure in your stomach, "jackie—wait a minute, slow downnn." If anything that made him go faster. Sound of skin slapping filled the room mixed with his groans and your moans. "Whatchu finna' cum on this dick?, hm?, answer me girl." One of his hands snaked up around your throat applying a bit of pressure. You nodded your head unable to answer, "mmnghm!—" your body had enough, liquid gushing out around his dick as you came hard, soaking the sheets.

He didn't stop, fucking you through it. "Look at you making a mess all ova' me." He looked at you, making eye contact with you. "That's my girl," he kissed your face. "I'm so proud of you—knew you could do it." He praised you trying to get you to relax after an intense orgasm. You finally relaxed your breaths a little ragged.

But he still wasn't done with you, especially after all that stuff you were saying in his face earlier. He finally got up from you and flipped you over. A small gasp coming out your lips, "What the hell are you doing -" a hard slap to your ass made you cry out.

"Quiet woman, don't really wanna hear' you speak right now." He slid his dick into your cunt again. He took both of your hands, dragging them to meet behind your back, then wrapped his own hands around your wrist, and he started pounding into you harder this time. His head thrown back, Adam's apple bobbling in his throat. He looked so good, sweat all over his body glistening him.

"Oh yes, Mama, grind that ass back on meee," he whined, "so pretty, baby, you should see the view." He slapped your ass drilling into you deeper and harder.

"so good, baby—"

He bit down hard on his lip. The sound of you moaning and throwing your ass back on him had him obsessed and mesmerized. His thrust became sloppy, "I'm so—oh shitt," he groaned. His hot sticky cum exploded into your walls, both of you moaning at the feeling of his warm dick stuffing you full and painting your walls.

He pulled out of you, still not satisfied nor done with you. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you on top of him without asking. "Ride it." He said, gripping your hips. "And ride it right or get the fuck off me."

You sank down on his dick, gasping at the stretch. He let you set the pace at first, watching your tits boune while you moved. His hands slid up to your nipple, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until you moaned. "Oh m'gosh y-yess— jackie!" You whined, your eyes watering. You look at him.

His hands cup your ass. "So deep inside this wet, sloppy pussy. mhmmm." He hisses, his eyes fluttering shut for a second. "Just like that baby," he praised, voice nasty. "Look at you takin' this dick after all that shit you talked. This pussy so wet, fuck."

You tried to keep your bratty attitude, still muttering curses under your breath while you bounced. His hand shot up and wrapped around your throat again, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "You gon learn to watch ya' mouth?," he asked mid bounce, "or I'm gon remind you everytime who this pussy belong to." He started thrusting up to meet you.

"Fuck you," you hissed, still trying to talk shit even as your pussy clenched around him. "You think this gon' fix shit?"

Jackie laughed low, hips still thrusting up into you, "this gon' fix that attitude. Keep runnin' it and see what happen."

You tried to curse him out again but the words dissolved into a broken moan when his fingers found your clit from underneath. He rubbed tight circles until your thighs shook and you came down on his dick again, "oh my gosh!—fuckk!" You moaned out. Your body jerks a little, your pussy spasms more and lets out more cum.

He thrusted his hips up again a few more times, "ohh fuckk...mmhm, I'm cummin in this pussy... shit baby," he groans, giving three deep thrusts before holding himself deep inside you, releasing all in your womb.

You collapsed against his chest, still twitching, his cum leaking out around his softening dick. He stroked your back, voice soft now. "Don't ever talk crazy to me like that again, mama." He kissed your head.

You nodded weakly against his skin, too fucked-out to argue. "Yes, baby.."

"That's my girl."

[prettypinkdiaryy]

ohemgee??? this is great 🙌

[sincerelyysunnyy]

it's our anniversary

a/n: currently pushing these tf out while i have the time/motivation lmaoo. this was second place in the poll, also my requests are open pls send me more ideas or just say hii :P

genre: smut (18+ !!)

pairing: mature!michael jackson x reader

wc: 2.8K

summary: ten years, two children, and countless memories later, michael surprises you with a week on a private island to celebrate your anniversary.

cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content (18+), mature!michael, unprotected sex, oral sex

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the engine of the speedboat thrums to a gentle purr, the sudden drop in speed causing the bow to settle into the crystalline water. for the past forty minutes, all you’ve seen is an endless expanse of the indian ocean shifting in mesmerizing shades from deep sapphire to brilliant turquoise.

“michael, seriously,” you sigh turning from the railing to look at your husband. he’s leaning back against the seat looking entirely too relaxed in a crisp linen shirt and sunglasses. “are you going to tell me where we are? my internal compass gave up like six hours into the flight.”

a slow, maddeningly charming smile tugs at his lips, though he doesn't bother lifting his sunglasses. “giving you a hint completely defeats the purpose of a blind flight and a nameless dock.”

“well i wasn’t blindfolded on the flight!”

“mentally, you were,” he teases gesturing towards the horizon. “just relax. your patience is about to be rewarded.”

you turn back around and your breath catches in your throat. rising from the emerald waters is a secluded, picture perfect private island. the boat glides alongside a weathered wooden dock that leads directly to a sprawling villa. it’s an architectural masterpiece of glass, natural wood, and thatched roofs, perfectly blending into the tropical landscape. 

as the boat docks, michael steps out first offering you a hand. the moment your feet hit the deck you take in the sheer scale of the place. an incredible infinity pool stretches out from the main deck, its edge seemingly melting straight into the ocean. beyond it lies a pristine crescent shaped private beach with sand so white it looks like powdered sugar, untouched except for the tide. palm trees sway lazily overhead, their leaves rustling in the breeze. the island is completely, beautifully silent, save for the gently lap of waves.

“michael… where is everyone?” you whisper, a surreal feeling washing over you. “how big is this resort?”

he catches your hand, pulling you against him as he looks down at you, the playful grin from moments ago has softened into something more tender.

“it’s not a resort,” he says softly. “i rented the island for the week. just you and me.”

your jaw drops. you look from the massive luxurious villa to the sweeping private coastline, completely speechless. “the whole island? michael this is…”

“happy anniversary,” he interrupts, gently pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before taking your hand and leading you down the dock toward the sun-drenched villa.

the week slipped by far too quickly. for the first time in years, neither of you had anywhere to be. there were no interviews to rush to and no school pickups or bedtime routines to keep track of. just endless stretches of sun, sea, and uninterrupted time together. 

mornings were slow and unhurried. more often than not, you slept in late waking only to find a massive breakfast spread left on the patio by your butler, who always disappeared before you could thank him. you'd linger over coffee for hours, talking about everything and nothing as the island slowly came to life around you.

afternoons were spent together in hammocks, reading until the warm ocean breeze lulled you both to sleep. one afternoon is spent side-by-side on massage tables set up under an oceanfront pavilion, the scent of lavender and the rhythmic sound of the waves easing you both into a state of absolute relaxation. without the constant hum of real life, the island forced you both to slow down to a crawl. you’d spent hours swimming in the crystal-clear ocean and walking barefoot along the untouched shoreline, the powdery white sand sticking to your chocolate skin. the only real routine you established was michael’s insistence on playing paparazzi. his camera was constantly clicking, capturing every laugh, every sun drenched smile, and every intimate moment you shared.

the evenings end in the infinity pool, resting your chin on the edge as the sky turns into a canvas of violet, orange, and deep pink. as the sun sinks below the horizon, the smell of seared seafood and coconut wafts from the villa's kitchen, where a private chef quietly prepares a five-course dinner customized entirely to your tastes.

sitting across from michael at dinner one evening, wrapped in a plush robe with damp hair, a sudden wave of amusement hits you. “it’s actually a little unsettling,” you admit swirling the wine in your glass. “i don’t know what to do with my hands. i keep expecting the kids to call for me or an email to come through. it feels so weird having nothing to do.”

reaching across the table taking your hand in his, michael’s eyes gleam in the candlelight. “get used to it. we still have a few days left.”

the final evening arrived with a quiet poignancy, the sunset painting the maldivian sky. up on the villa’s balcony the butler and chef had spent the entire afternoon transforming the area into a breathtaking sanctuary for your final dinner. strung across the wooden beams were delicate fairy lights that twinkled like constellations, casting a warm amber glow over a table set up with crisp white linen and polished silver. dozens of flickering pillar candles lined the edge of the balcony, their flames dancing in the breeze. from the speakers, a soft playlist of you and michael’s favorite songs floated through the air, perfectly mirroring the gentle beat of the tide below.

dinner was amazing. each course more delicious than the last, incorporating the local flavors with fresh caught seafood, citrus, and rich coconut. michael sat across from you, the candlelight catching the relaxed, happy crinkles at the corners of his eyes. the exhaustion that usually weighed him down back home was entirely gone, replaced by the sun-kissed glow of the past six days. as the final plates were cleared, the chef and butler poured a final glass of wine for you both. with a synchronized, respectful bow, they wished you a wonderful evening and quietly withdrew down the villa's private path. a heavy, beautiful silence settled over the balcony as the staff’s golf cart buzzed away into the distance, leaving the entire island entirely to the two of you.

“i know i said this trip was your anniversary gift,” michael says with a soft nervous smile playing on his lips. “but i wanted you to have something you could take home. something you can actually wear when we’re back in reality to remind you of this week.”

he reached into his pocket pulling out a small velvet box. when you open it, the ambient string lights catch the brilliant shimmer of a delicate gold bracelet. interlocking gold links held a striking rare larimar stone, its polished surface the same impossible shade of turquoise as the ocean surrounding the island.

“michael, it’s stunning,” you breathed, tracing the cool stone with your thumb.

“it reminds me of the water here,” he murmured, removing it from the box and gently fastening it around your wrist. “so whenever things get chaotic at home you can look down and remember how peaceful it was here.”

you smiled, blinking back tears and looked up at him. “well it’s a good thing i didn’t listen to you when you said no gifts this year. hold on.”

you stepped back into the villa for a brief moment and retrieved a flat, rectangular package wrapped in simple black paper from your suitcase. you handed it to him, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “it’s not flashy, but i think you’ll like it.”

michael carefully tears the paper away. resting i his hands was a custom bound leather journal, the cover embossed with the coordinates of the exact location of your first date. 

his brow furrowed. “coordinates?”

you smiled. “open it.”

turning the first page he discovered you hadn’t left a single page blank. for the past few years you had quietly filled the book with handwritten entries, recollections of small, meaningful moments from the past ten years of marriage that a camera could never catch, favorite inside jokes, and letters detailing exactly why you loved him more now than you did the day you married him. tucked into the pages were letters he’d written you from tour, ticket stubs from movie dates, flowers from surprise bouquets, and on the last page polaroids of your kids holding up handwritten happy anniversary signs they had made before you left.

michael sat entirely still, his thumb brushing over the embossed leather. he flipped back and forth through the pages, his eyes tracking your handwriting. when he finally looked up, you spotted the unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, the candlelight reflecting off the tears that had quietly pooled there.

“hey,” you said smiling, reaching up to brush his face as a single tear escaped. “you’re crying.”

“shut up,” he whispered, a wet emotional laugh breaking through his chest as he pulled you tightly into his arms. he buried his face in your neck, holding you close enough that you could feel the steady, hard thrum of his heartbeat. “this is beautiful. thank you.”

the embrace lingered, the emotional weight of the moment settling into something softer between you. when michael finally pulls away his hands rested warm against your waist, his eyes fixed on yours. he doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t need to. the gratitude, history and the trust of the past ten years were unmistakable.

he leans down to kiss you, unrushed. the familiar tilt of his head and soft press of his lips carried the easy confidence of a marriage that had weathered its share of storms and come out stronger on the other side. you melted into him, your hands sliding up his shirt to rest against the warm skin of his neck. the gold bracelet he gifted you catches the light, a tiny glint of turquoise between you. the kiss deepens naturally, his grip tightening on your hips as he pulls you closer, closing what little distance is left between your bodies.

michael’s hands lose their earlier gentleness, turning heavy and possessive as they slide under the hem of your sundress. when his palms meet your bare skin, the warmth of his touch is almost shocking against the cool ocean breeze. he takes his time mapping the familiar curve of your waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into your hips with a quiet, grounding intensity that tells you exactly how much he’s been wanting this. lifting you onto the heavy ivory railing of the balcony, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, burying your fingers in his hair. the cool gold of your bracelet brushes against the warm nape of his neck, and he looks up at you, his breathing already shallow, eyes entirely dark and focused on yours.

“ten years,” he whispers against your mouth. “and you still take my breath away,” his voice low against the quiet rush of the tide.

**carefully, michael slides your panties down your legs before moving to undo the tie on his pants. his length springs free as he had chosen to forego underwear, a habit he had picked up during his time on the island, before he arches his hips to align himself with your entrance. moving into you with a slow, deliberate sink your eyes flutter shut and a quiet gasp escapes your lips.

“no, keep your eyes on me,” michael commands softly, his breathless plea hidden beneath the authority in his voice. he begins to move, a heavy, unhurried rhythm that stretches the pleasure out until it’s almost agonizing. he knows the exact angles, the precise depth, and the perfect speed to drive you crazy, a map of your body he mastered years ago and has only perfected with time.

“michael,” his name slips from your lips, broken and breathless and you feel the intensity begin to coil tight in your chest.

you grip his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscles as the friction of his skin against yours creates a feverish heat. michael groans, the sound vibrating directly against your collarbone as he buries his face in your neck, his pace shifting from a slow torturous crawl to something urgent and demanding. his hands move down to grip your hips, his fingers bruising your skin slightly as he holds you steady, driving deeper with each heavy, rhythmic thrust.

“i love you,” he pants against your skin, each word punctuated by the hard pressure of his body meeting yours.

the weight of his words hits you at the exact same time the crest of the wave breaks over you. your head falls back, a soft cry escaping you as the tension shatters into a blinding, full-body release. tightening his grip on your hips, michael lets out a low grunt, his entire body trembling as he buries himself completely inside you, riding out his own release until you are both shaking.

michael shifts his weight, his eyes dark with love as he looks down at you in the candlelight. without a word, he hooks his arms under your knees lifting you effortlessly against his chest. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist as he carries you through the glass doors and into the bedroom, where he places you onto the bed with deliberate, possessive heaviness, immediately crawling over you to pin you beneath him.

dropping his head, he finds the sensitive spot on your neck and bites causing your hips to arch off the mattress. his hands are everywhere, rough and heavy, gripping your thighs and shifting your hips as he repositions you exactly how he wants you.

“need to taste you,” he growls against your skin. 

he slides down your body, his hands moving under your knees to pull your legs apart, pinning them to the mattress. the position leaves you completely exposed to him under the dim lighting of the villa, but with michael there is only a fierce intoxicating thrill. he looks up at you from between your thighs before he leans down to take you into his mouth.

using his tongue with practiced precision, he begins to worship you. your fingers grip the bedsheets and you toss your head back against the pillows as you call out his name, your voice breaking in the quiet room. he works his tongue in tight circles around your clit, alternating between sucking and nipping at your sensitive bud. he grinds his hips helplessly into the bed beneath him, chasing his own release.

michael finally lets up, releasing his grip on your thighs only to grab your hips and pull you to the very edge of the bed. aligning your hips, he drives into you with a hard relentless pace that rattles the heavy wooden headboard. the scene is beautifully unhinged, the kind of uninhibited passion only unlocked after stripping away every ounce of pretense over ten years of marriage. you meet him, stroke for stroke your nails digging into his back, pulling him down so you can bite his shoulder to muffle your own cries. the room is filled with the sound of your frantic breathing and the low groans tearing from michael’s chest. he pushes you further, stretching your pleasure until you are entirely undone and completely consumed by the beautiful, feral rhythm of the man who knows you better than anyone else in the world.

“oh my god.” michael collapses beside you, completely spent, his chest heaving as he pulls you tightly against his side. 

the fan whirs softly overhead, cooling the sweat on your skin while the distant sound of the tide continues to echo through the open balcony doors. michael’s arm drapes around your waist, his fingers idly tracing the line of your hip, his touch turning soft and worshipful once again.

“best anniversary ever,” michael whispers a slow lazy grin spreading across his face. 

you let out a soft breathy laugh resting your hand on his chest right over his heart. “you say that every year.”

michael chuckles, leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to your lips, sweet and familiar a stark contrast to the fierce intensity from just moments earlier. he brushes a stray curl from your forehead, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone.

“because every year somehow tops the last.” he murmurs, his gaze softening. he looks at you with a seriousness that tugs at your heart. “seriously though, y/n. thank you for building this life with me. there’s no one else i’d rather do this with.”

“i love you,” you say softly, pulling him down by the back of his neck for a kiss. “thank you for this.”

he pulls the plush white comforter up over your shoulders, sealing out the rest of the world. with your head resting securely on his chest and his arms locked around you, you close your eyes. the morning flight and the busy routine of normal life would be waiting for you tomorrow, but tonight, the island belongs entirely to the two of you, and time stands completely still.