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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
wallacepolsom
Xuebing Du
Not today Justin
AnasAbdin
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

shark vs the universe
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todays bird
we're not kids anymore.
Cosmic Funnies

@theartofmadeline
Keni
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Today's Document

if i look back, i am lost
Show & Tell
styofa doing anything
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nothing screams girlhood more than reading fanfics late at night in bed
80’s Pop Princess
Kinda hate this but oh well sigh
humping as punishment w michael ..
michael shifted from paper to paper, his reading glasses perched on his nose and eyes skimming the words of the documents he was reading—like nothing was amiss in the world.
like his girlfriend wasn’t humping his shoe underneath the desk.
your cheek was pressed against his thigh as you panted, a bit of drool making a wet patch form on his slacks, your hips rutting so your wet cunt can rub faster against his perfectly shined shoes.
“m-mikey.. wan’ come..” you whine, your pussy clenching with need as your orgasm approached, the last two ruined ones made your stomach clench as this one came up, tears forming in your eyes.
he glances down at you and hums. “are you sorry now darling? for showing out?”
you eagerly nod, not able to use your words that were sure to turn into an incoherent mess.
he examines your dazed face, eyes wide and wet with tears and plush lips pulled in a needy pout, then nods. “come for me, love.”
you don’t hesitate, the knot in your stomach snaps and you cry out, your juices oozing all over his shoe. “good job baby, such a good girl.” he coaxes. “sorry for being so harsh lovely but i have to teach you to be good.”
i’m your man
Michael couldn't believe it. He had the prettiest girl he had ever seen sitting on his lap, with your slender fingers tracing circles on his sun-kissed, exposed chest, listening to him ramble on about one of his personal thoughts. That's what he liked most about you: you never made him feel like he was odd or bizarre for the things he adored. California was delightful this time of year, with cloudless, slow, hot days spent wrapped up in each other's arms.
“Tink, can I tell you something—never mind…It’s stupid.” Michael says, hiding his blushing face into your neck. You didn’t like it when he did that, made himself smaller like his thoughts didn’t matter. In reality, they meant the world to you. You tenderly lift his face from your neck. “No…,” you dragged out, curiosity lingering in your voice, “Let me know what’s on your mind, angel face.”
Michael presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, playing with the hem of your shorts, caressing the soft skin. “I have an idea. A great one, mama.”
“Let’s hear it.”
He adjusts you on his lap, clearing his throat. “I want to do a film, I think it’s going to be great. You’ll be there, of course. I jus’ want to get away from music for a bit and get more into acting.”
You smile at him, “That sounds great, Michael!” A light bulb sparks in your head. “I’m sure I know a few people who could help. I know they won't mind!”
Michael can remember the first day he met you. Waiting in the lobby, peeking up from the page of his magazine, eyes following your lace kitten heels clicking against the linoleum floors of Motown Records—everything about you drew him in. Michael yearned for an experience of a fulfilling, passionate connection.
Passing him by walking into your dad’s office, as if he had been blessed, his longings answered. You waved at him. A small, simple wave.
It was rare to see someone who didn't merely see him as a celebrity but as a person, which brought out an unfamiliar side of him.
Michael grinning at you virtually instantly, pressing a kiss upon your lips. “My girl, looking out for me.”
“Oh, I’m your girl now?” You smirked.
You feathered your fingers, tickling Michael’s ribs. “Stop, Tink! You know I'm ticklish!” he says, squirming away from your attack.
He really relished the days like this. “You’re so funny, y’know,” He says, adjusting you so you're sitting fully on his lap. “Why thank you, Mr. Jackson, my soon-to-be-million-dollar Hollywood man!”
It was the cutest thing—the sight of your incredibly beautiful, flustered boyfriend. The “M” engraved heart-shaped necklace, sat perched on your clavicle—a gift, a reminder of your love. You throw your arms around his shoulders, wildly peppering kisses on his face. “C'mon, angel, show me that Hollywood smile!”
His face heats up with every wavering moment, failing to repress his smile. Just him and his girl. Michael wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
i have naturally straight/wavy hair but i think the
big 80s curls were made for me
when i get a otwmichael meal with a side of submichael fries and a jealousmichael milkshake yummers!!!
THEY PLAYED “ROCK WITH YOU” BY MICHAEL JACKSON IN PE
i fucking love him
Oh my. SOMEONE make a fanfic based on these pics bro ihhhhhhhhhhh my lord
Sleepless Stormy Nights
Synopsis: It's no secret that you've always been petrified of thunderstorms. So when an especially violent storm rips through the night and disturbs your slumber, your boyfriend Michael has just the perfect remedy to calm you down and help you fall back asleep.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Tags: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Sleepy Sex, Emotional Hurt/Comfort(?), Making Out, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Slight Praise Kink
Word Count: 2,815
A/N: Okay this is highkey embarrassing to admit but I originally started writing this back in 2023 as a Leon Kennedy x reader smut cuz this was back when the Resident Evil 4 Remake came out and everyone including me was obsessing over it but I never finished it and honestly I would rlly hate to see this fic to go to waste so I figured I'd recycle it into a Michael Jackson smut :)) Obv you guys can tell by the photos that I wrote this with Bad era in mind but it works for any era where he had jheri curls/long loose curls. Enjoy!
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It had been thundering for a great deal of the day. Starting in the early afternoon, the dark clouds rolled their way in, the air becoming thick with fog and mist. Then the rain finally came, heavy drops splattering onto the windows of your house as well as the pavement outside with great force. Then finally came the thunder and lightning. It would go on and off in intensity, sometimes a light rumble so minuscule to the point where you didn’t even notice it, other times, a thrashing resonance so loud and heavy it nearly shook the house.
This time at 3 in the morning, the storm hadn’t stopped in the slightest, and the thunder decided to mess with you. The blinding incandescence of the lightning was almost enough to wake you, but what truly startled you was the ear-piercing crack of thunder that hit seconds after. It roused you out of a dreamless sleep, leaving you an uncomfortable mess as the sheets suddenly felt like fire against your hot skin, sticky with perspiration. You sat up as your chest heaved, trying to regain some breath.
feel like makin' love. ꫂ᭪݁🧸 M. JACKSON
synopsis 𝜗ৎ. a picnic date turns into something more cw, off the wall michael, fluff, and a small bit of exhibitionism (the drastic change ik lmao, not proofread)
It started off as a small little date. Nothing extravagant, nothing the magazines would care to write about. Just a picnic. The two of you had been married for a couple of months, finding time alone together has become a little hard. Michael was still making music, still disappearing into studios for hours at a time, still traveling from city to city whenever work called for him.
You understood it. You always had, music was a part of him. But still, that didn't mean you didn't miss him sometimes.
So when Michael suggested a picnic, you happily agreed.
You even put on a little bit of makeup, little bit of glitter over the eyes and your favorite mascara. A few dabs of the vanilla scent Michael had gifted you still on your skin, and your favorite hair jewelry. You put on a cute babydoll dress before walking out to see him.
Michael greeted you with a quick kiss, clearly loving how you looked.
You both left early in the morning, when everything still felt quiet. You packed a few fruits, a few sandwiches, lemonade, and desserts you had baked yourself the night before. Baking had always been something you enjoyed, and Michael never complained about being your taste tester. He always was by your side, in a little apron too.
He often tasted the batter, licked some frosting from your finger, or snuck in a few bites of a cake.
Most of the time he would help too. He loved making sweet potato pies, always bringing them over to your family whenever he could. It had become something of a tradition now, something you all looked forward to without even saying it out loud. Small clumps of flour would be on the counter with soft music in the back, and him leaning over the mixing bowl tapping his feet.
You'd smile at him, moments like this felt so special to you.
He’d catch you watching him and just grin, that easy, familiar smile that always made you shake your head a little. Other times, he’d walk past you just to press a quick kiss to your cheek like it was the most normal thing in the world, like he didn’t even think about it twice. You loved this life, even if Michael was gone sometimes, you wouldn't trade it for nothing.
Michael and you walked for a few, side by side, your hands held together. You guys made it to a slightly secluded area, beautiful grassland and trees. Nearby was a river, the sounds of the water blended softly with the wind that blew.
Michael's hand still was tucked in yours, his thumb brushes against your hand, while placing one foot over another.
“You like this spot?” he asked, slowing to a stop. You looked around and nodded.
"Yeah I like here," you reply smiling. You reached into your bag and pulled out the blanket, unfolding it before laying it neatly across the grass. Michael places the brown basket down and sits on the blanket. He looked up at you for a second, then reached out without warning, gently pulling you down beside him with a slight grin tugging at his lips.
You let out a soft laugh as you fell into place next to him, the motion easy, like you’d done it a hundred times before. You kiss his cheek before taking the foods out the basket.
"Whatcha pack mama?," he asks curiously looking in the basket.
You pull out some of the stuff while talking, "Just a few fruits, some oranges for you, some sandwiches- oh and I made these little strawberry cakes," you pull out two mason jars. Michael's eyes lightly lit up at the mention of cake. There were a few cut up strawberries with whip cream between the cake layers.
You both ate together, the basket slowly got lighter as you talked and laughed in between bites. Every so often, you’d feed each other little pieces of the snacks.
Along the way, the eating became less important than the closeness itself. Spending time with Michael was nice, even nicer since the weather was acting right. Bright sun, blue sky and pretty clouds.
You lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Michael rested against you, his hand careful on your side.
As the quietness grew, so did your mind.
Your mind drifted and so did your finger. Your finger made its way to his shirt which was already unbuttoned slightly. You then traced it against his chest, drawing small circles and patterns.
Michael notices the movement, “What you doin’ down there?” he asks against you curiously.
You hum lightly, continuing to trace his chest, "Nothing."
But you weren't doing nothing, far from it. As you traced his chest, you bring your face close to his. You stare at him, looking into his doe eyes before leaning into his cheek. Softly, you start kissing it, placing small pecks against there and a little lower.
Almost instantly he leans into the kiss, trying to keep his composure, "What you doin' baby?" he asks you again, but you didn't say anything.
His face started feeling warm as you did,
One kiss.
Then another.
Then, another.
His face started getting warmer, and it wasn't just from the sun. It was from your soft kisses, your vanilla scent that filled his nose. You were teasing him, out in the open just giving small, slow kisses. You then go back to tracing over his chest, just to ease him down.
As you traced, his waist moved against you, getting closer. You chuckled softly to yourself before carefully crossing your leg over his. The two of you remained tangled together on the blanket, enjoying the presence each of you provided. Your movements then stop suddenly.
Michael glanced down at you, confusion flickering across his face. "Why did you stop?" he asks.
You look to him, playing dumb, "Stop what?"
His eyes narrowed slightly at you. "You know what," he replied. You continued to look at him innocently, doing your best to keep the grin threatening to escape your face from showing.
"Hm." Michael nodded slowly. "Alright, be like that."
For a moment, he tried to look serious. It lasted all of two seconds before a grin slowly spread across his face, giving away the fact that he knew exactly what you were doing. "You think you're funny," he muttered, shaking his head.
You hum softly and rested your head back against his chest. He rested his head against you, his eyes landed on your face, looking over every detail. The eye shadow, every curled lash, your plump lips.
No matter how many times he looked at you, it never felt like enough.
Even after a few months of marriage, there were still moments where he'd glance over at you and smile to himself, quietly amazed that he got to call you his wife.
However, the teasing you just did on him? He didn't forget about it.
One hand stays resting on your hip while the other drifts lower. His finger teases slow against the fabric, then gently slips under it. He did no more than that, just rubbing small circles in your skin. His fingers smooth, creating a small path of expression down your skin.
Michael then leaned in, looking at you, eyes calm and low. He then kisses the side of your face, just like you did him.
His lips warm from the sunlight and mosit from the cool lemonade you packed in the basket. He didn't give you a full kiss, not yet. Right now, just small pecks on the sides of your mouth, teasing every time.
Your head tilts up, trying to give him more access to your mouth, but he purposely ignores it.
He grins as he saw your attempts for a full kiss, "Not so funnny is it?" he says to you he presses one final kiss.
You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning in and kissing him yourself. Michael welcomed it, catching your lips quick. Your lips smack against each other, soft noises fill the silence. His hand stays under the fabric between your side, fingers moving in slow, lazy strokes while his tongue slides against yours, deepening the kiss. Your hands cradle his face, thumbs brushing lightly over his cheekbones. He exhales a low moan against your mouth, then lets his forehead rest against yours. A quiet breath leaves him before he presses a gentle kiss to your brow.
"I love you," he says quietly. "So much"
"I love you too, Michael," you answer, your words warm against his skin. He stays close, eyes half-lidded, the faint scent of his scent mixing with the soft cotton of his shirt.
Your fingers slide into his styled afro, feeling the gentle give of each coil.
He liked that, he loved feeling your fingers find each different coil. Jusy gently feeling his hair. He kisses down the side of your neck hesitantly, be sure not to go too fast.
His palm settles at the curve of your back, holding you without any rush, the quiet between you filled only by the slow rhythm of your breathing and the faint hum of butterflies in the tall grass nearby.
Then came the looks, from both of you, knowing...wanting something more.
"You know what I feel like right now?" you asked sweetly in Michael's ear.
Michael tilts his head. He bit down on his lip holding in a smile and hums. "Hm, talk to me."
Your hand traces over his shoulders, slightly toned. You come close to his lips.
"Makin' love" you said quietly. "Here, in the sun."
Michael gives up a small shy smile, "Makin' love, here?'' he repeats playfully. His face was slightly shocked, but, he wasn't saying no to the idea, in fact, he was thinking about it.
You nod at him, sure of yourself. You blinked your pretty eyes at him, your finger tracing over his lips. He then glances around the area before his eyes settle back on you, "What if we get caught?"
"Then we run, run for the hills" you chuckled at him. Michael chuckled back at you, before you could say another thing he leans in.
He kisses you, so eager. You kiss back just as eagerly, not holding back anything. Slight popping noises are created as you both kiss. Your hands both travel each other, pressing through the clothes. Michael's lips then travel down your chest. Each kiss, and the words, I love you.
You let out a quiet sigh as your hands drift low, finding the button of his pants. You work it open with gentle fingers, a shared chuckle escapes the both of you when he presses his hips upward. Needy, the hard line of him rubbing against your thigh. His bulge thickens under the denim as your mouths meet again, slow and deep.
You grind your hips in answer, rubbing up with unhurried pressure while your tongues slide together.
"Don't tease me no more out here," you hear him say against your lips, almost like a plea. With a soft push you guide him onto his back.
He settles willingly, eyes half-lidded, the ends of his afro brushing against the blanket. You swiftly swing one leg over his hips, thighs settling on either side of him, the heat of your body pressing down through the thin layers still between you. Your palms glide over his chest once more, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. He draws in a heavy breath, trying to stay composed.
You arch over panties most likely showing. You come close to his face, pressing a soft kiss, "I won't Michael baby."
Michael hand then travels right to your panties, he presses over the wet spot that had formed. You let out a quiet moan feeling him touch you. He watches your reaction before gently rubbing his thumb around your clothed clit. You couldn't hold it anymore, you quickly slipped off your panties so he could get better access.
"My pretty baby," he says gentle as two fingers circled with your clit. "Already messy fa'me."
The pads of his finger move in slow teasing strokes, your hips twitch lightly from the motion. He then pulls those two fingers up, slick and shiny, and gives you a small, almost bashful smile.
"Let me get a taste," he says quietly, slipping them between his lips. He keeps his eye contact with you as he does, letting the taste of you rest on his tongue. You let out a nervous chuckle before coming in to kiss him, tasting a bit of yourself on his lips.
Your fingers slide down to his open fly, pushing the fabric aside until his dick springs free, dark and already stiff, glistening at the tip. You gather the slick from between your own thighs and stroke it along his length, he moans quietly at the feeling, resting his head back against the blanket. You slide the tip softly against your entrance, then rise just enough to position yourself.
The head nudges your entrance, and you sink down in one slow, continuous motion.
Your walls clenched around him, as you took every inch, a quiet, pleading moan slipping from your throat. Michael's hands gently dragged against your waist, his fingers spreading wide, his thumbs stroking the curve of your hips while he exhales a shaky sound. You stay there for a moment, relaxing from the way he pulses inside you. You then give a gentle rock of your hips, rolling slow as Michael watched.
Heaven, Michael thought.
That's what it felt like. As he watches you bounce on top of him, that's what he thought of. Seeing his wife be so pretty like this, and taking him so well out in the open.
His fingers trace slowly down your side, the touch light enough to draw a soft whine from your throat. Your hips begin to roll with more purpose, the full curve of your ass meeting his thighs in steady, unhurried strokes.
He watches your face, voice low, “Ride me,” he begs, the words rough with need.
A moan slips out of you at the encouragement, your body answering by sinking lower, taking every inch before rising again in that same measured rhythm. Your wetness drips against his dick as you ride, your mouth parts open feeling the goodness of the sun hitting your back.
Michael’s eyes stay locked on yours, his lips parting around soft, helpless sounds every time you bottom out. His fingers tighten just enough to feel the give of your flesh, guiding without forcing, letting you set the tempo while his hips give small, answering lifts to meet you.
"And don't stop till you get enough," he says, looking up at you.
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Authors note: crying while I'm cmming idk lmao, ignore typos if there is any, and ntm on me I'm haf asleep, will go back and edit laterrrr!
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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🪽 / ⋆ ۪ keeping this short n sweet but applehead i take great inspiration from you. you’re a compassionate man who truly cares for people and yearns for equality and justice. your love for the wellbeing of children and future generations are inspiring. i admire your hard work, dedication and overall contribution you’ve made to music, to the world. your legacy will forever leave its taint in history and im proud to have witnessed even an iota of your greatness. the world doesn’t deserve you. we love and miss you deeply.
rest easy, angelface 🕊️
— spoilt !
warnings: mdni, 18+, unprotected!sex, oral (fem and male), blowjob, pet names, age gap (y/n is mid twenties, michael is late 30s), spoilt!reader, brat taming
pairing: michael jackson x ditzy!fem!reader
summary: michael gets sick of y/n being bratty and spoilt, and decides to teach her to appreciate what she has. inspired by the lovely @michaelsxprincess, her fics are SOOOO good, check them out pls!
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ simon says.. ᥫ᭡ michael jackson
pairing: m jackson x black!fem reader
synopsis: you and michael was left at the house alone, out of boredom you suggested a little game of Simon says.
wc: 1327
cw: a little suggestive, not too bad.
╰┈➤ a/n: half of my writing ideas come from songs u guys, this literally came from the song Simon says bye. Also, it’s the 17 year anniversary of Michael death; andd I’m missing him🥹.
era: off the wall
“Aight Mike, aight lil mama’, y’all two don’t get into too much trouble now—we’ll be back.” Jermaine had said, walking out the door. Each sibling was out doing something that night. It was all very convenient that you and Michael had the house to yourselves.
Michael sat on the couch right next to you, legs crossed. He occasionally looked at you, then the wall, then his feet. A bit awkward…you usually talked to La’Toya, not really Michael. You were a family friend, close to everyone. You and Michael of course talked, but not much. You looked over and smiled.
“What is it, lil mama’?” he said softly. Hearing you get called that was normal. It was your name around here for some reason. You never questioned it, same reason you never questioned Michael’s nickname being “giblet.” “Just… want to play a game.”
His head popped up immediately, a glow in his eyes giving him away. You couldn’t help but laugh.. you knew his love for games, especially Twister.
Something you wouldn’t be playing tonight. Last time you played with him and La’Toya, he was super flexible… it was actually kind of surprising.
“We have…” you heard him start listing games immediately. Honestly, you didn’t feel like getting off the couch. Everything he mentioned was something you two would have to play on the floor or go get.
You let out a soft exhale. He noticed immediately. “…Those choices sound a little childish, don’t they, mama’?” he said softly.
You shook your head quickly. “It’s not that. I just feel comfortable… lazy, I guess.”
The tension in Michael’s shoulders went down, hearing it wasn’t his idea. You sat and thought for a second.
It was a boring game… but it was something you were interested in doing. Something that made you curious about what commands Michael would give if it was in his hands.
“Simon says…” you slid it in carefully and softly.
You watched Michael’s face, trying to see if you said the wrong thing. His head turned toward you, and he let out a soft, breathy laugh. “You ain’t hard to entertain at all then…”
It took you a moment to catch on. He wasn’t making fun of you, just the game you’d picked. Out of everything the two of you could’ve done, you chose Simon Says, a game so simple that it made him laugh.
“Uh-huh…” you responded to his little comment.
He then got closer and got a little more comfortable. “Aight, you go first.” You looked at him.
“Simon says…” He got prepared, as if you were about to give him the hardest command out there. He stretched his arms and everything, making you laugh at the sight.
“…toooo leave your hand on your head for the rest of the game.”
He followed the order. His hand found its way up to his coily afro, resting in it and breaking the shape slightly as his fingers settled.
He thought for a moment, coming up with something for you to do.
“Simon says…” he said, looking at you. He knew you were being lazy on the couch, so to get you up he had to think of something.
“…to do a plank till the next round!”
He sounded excited. You dropped your jaw. You gave him something so easy, a little icebreaker… and he decided to do this to you.
“So… so, so cruel,” you added. You got down on the floor, placing your hands down and going into a plank.
Michael peeked down, watching you struggle a bit as you held it. But not even noticing the struggle, he noticed how your shorts ride up.. showing things that should be left to his imagination. Then the noise.. the noises, the small sounds you made every time it got harder. Why was it attractive to him, he had no clue.
“Sim… Simon says—” your voice cracked as it got difficult to speak. “I… I can’t focus.”
Michael couldn’t help but feel a little bad, but he was too entertained to stop. “Too… what?” he teased.
“Simon says you can’t give me anymore exercise-related commands!”
“That isn’t fair… or fun,” he pouted. You didn’t care, you dropped out of the plank as the round ended and got back on the couch. You watched as he shifted, suddenly a little uncomfortable. But no matter what, he never stopped moving.
“Mike, is you good?” you asked.
He just nodded his head, a little nervous. He couldn't let you know what he was flustered by, or what got him shifting around.. his hand remained in his hair, as he thought of Simon says.
"Get closer." He said quickly, you did, forgetting what this game was about. But he smelled you, the whiffs of cocoa butter reached him warm, sweet, almost creamy in the air. It wasn't strong, but it clung to you just enough for him to notice whenever you moved closer, his focus slipping for a second before he looked at you again. "I…— I didn't say Simon says." sounding absolutely nervous.. he always knew you smelled good, and was a very attractive person, so why is it only affecting him now?
But just with this game only being with you two in the house nobody else stole his attention away from you, he noticed your features a lot more. He gripped his hair with the hand you forced him to have in his hair, gripping it hard like he was having thoughts he was holding back.. that he felt guilty of having. For example.. how it would feel to have your warm body on top of his lap, and your body molding into his.. or how your lips would fe—
“Mike!” You cut into his thoughts, he felt as if it was a strong whiplash the way you called his name. “Ye—yes sorry? I’m here..” he whispered.
“I lost. So I lost my turn. Go again,” you said.
He bit his bottom lip again, a little ‘tick’ you started noticing whenever he got nervous. It was attractive even if he didn’t mean for it to be.
“Simon says…” he looked you up and down briefly before quickly looking away. “…to come closer and actually stay.”
You obeyed immediately. The tension in the air shifted. You didn’t mind it. It left you intrigued, wanting more to see if Michael was looking at you the same way you were looking at him.
“Simon says… stay still..” he in fact stay still.
You wonder why he shifted so much, it only took one look.. “Mike…” you said softly.
“I’m sorry—I swear I’m not a perv—” he said quickly. You cut him off with a kiss.
He didn’t kiss back at first, trying to catch up, clumsy and unsure, but eventually he followed your rhythm. Soft sounds filled the room as you moved closer. The lip smacks being the only thing heard in the big living room and heavy breathing between you two..
He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily. “Can I touch you?” he asked.
“Simon says yes,” you laughed softly.
He immediately pulled you closer, hands settling at your waist as he held you like you might move away. He guided you toward his lap as the kiss deepened, both of you caught up in the moment. His arms wrapped around you, bear hugging you, not wanting you to escape..
“Mm..mama..” he said softly against your lips mid kiss.
Before anything else could happen, the door started to open. You pulled back quickly.
Jermaine walked in with Jackie and Marlon.The three of them paused instantly. Your lips were swollen, your breathing still uneven, and Michael was adjusting himself, clearly trying to act normal.
Marlon immediately laughed and walked off. Jackie smirked, glancing between you two.
“Maine, I told y’all don’t get into too much trouble,” Jermaine said, shaking his head as he teased them.
new piece of media consumed = new daydreaming ideas
ode to his muse ⋆ 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎-𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓
──── 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 of intimate diary entries by michael j. jackson 𓍢ִ໋🪶 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ } between the ages of eleven and twenty-six, all written in mind of his childhood sweetheart
notes: childhoodbsf!popstar!reader ╱ see 𝒂𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐. fluff and a lil angst, with some mild 𝟏𝟖+ content in michael’s recollection of sexual encounters and thoughts. mention of sexual coercion ⋆ childhood domestic abuse ⋆ religious guilt ⋆ michael's body dysmorphia ⋆ mikey is a lil yearner ⋆ [♥︎] is used to signal reader's name ⋆ reader is avoidant (initially) ⋆ entries are in chronological order with time skips
Oh my. SOMEONE make a fanfic based on these pics bro ihhhhhhhhhhh my lord
𑣲 professor mature era! michael. loves to flirt with his colleague. (you) on purpose.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝒌𝒂𝒊': 𝓗e's manipulative asf with it too. flirty 𝓜ichael & 𝓢kinship & 𝓢mall age gap.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ imagine professor michael... Your inbox chimed halfway through office hours.