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˖ ⭑ disneyland | michael jackson ˖ ⭑

pairing: thriller m.jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: while on your honeymoon with michael to disneyland, things get took a little too far.

warnings: smut, breaking a bed, lowkey rough sex, oral (fem receiving.)

a/n: i know that this didn’t happen in michael’s thriller era, but for my mental health and ovulation, it did.

the sun had set over disneyland, casting a warm glow over the magical kingdom as you and michael—now husband and wife—had made your way back to your luxurious hotel room. the day had been filled with laughter, cotton candy, and endless rides.

michael had kicked his shoes off by the door, letting out a contented sigh as he loosened his tie. the suite was breathtaking—floor-to-floor ceiling windows overlooking the sparking lights of the city, a king sized bed draped in silk sheets, and rose petals scattered across the marble bathroom floor. he turned to you with that boyish grin, his dark eyes sparking with mischief.

michael approached you slowly, his hands reaching out to gently frame your face as he leaned in for a soft kiss, his lips were warm and tender. pulling back slightly, he whispered against your lips, “mrs. jackson…”

you couldn’t help but smile at the way his voice wrapped around your new title. it was surreal to be married to michael jackson, but in moments like this, he was just your husband—your loving, playful husband. you playfully bit his bottom lip softly, “mr. jackson,” you teased back.

he chucked softly at that, the sound sending familiar shivers down your spine. “come here,” he murmured, guiding you backward toward the bed. his fingers deftly worked at the zip of your dress as he backed you up, until you both landed on the plush mattress.

you giggled breathlessly, “michael, you’re so impatient.”

“i’ve been patient all day!” he protested with a laugh, nuzzling into your neck. “we’ve been surrounded by kids and mickey mouse all day. i just want to be alone with my wife.” his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher.

you gasped as his fingers brushed against against the lace of your panties, your head falling back against the pillows. “well, you have me all to yourself now,” you breathed out, your fingers tangling in his curly hair. the room filled with the sound of your hushed whispers and gentle touches.

michael wasted no time in shedding his shirt, revealing his soft skin that you knew so well. he hovered over you, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts. the atmosphere shifted from playful to heavy with desire, the scent of roses and your mingled colognes filling the air.

you arched your back, pulling him closer to you. his breath was hot against your skin as he unclasped your bra, his lips immediately finding your nipple. you moaned softly, threading your fingers through his thick curls while he lavished attention on each breast, his tongue making lazy circles around your hardened peaks.

michael’s hands trailed down your sides, gripping your hips as he moved down your body, pulling your panties off with a swift tug. he spread your legs wide, settling his broad shoulders between them. his first languid lick had you gripping the sheets, your hips lifting off the bed.

“michael…” you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as his tongue worked expertly between your thighs. he looked up at you through those dark lashes, a wicked glint in his eyes. “you taste so sweet, baby,” he murmured against your slick folds before diving back in, his tongue swirling around your clit. your breath hitched, your thighs trembling against his head.

unable to take the teasing any longer, you reached down and tugged at his waistband, freeing his length. he groaned appreciatively at your eager touch, stroking himself slowly as he watched you writhe beneath him. “i need you inside me, please,” you pleaded, your voice thick with desires michael smirked, positioning himself between your trembling thighs. “patience, mrs. jackson.”

he teased your entrance with the head of his cock, rubbing himself against you but not pushing in. he lovers how you squirmed and whimpered beneath him, your nails scratching his back. “say please again,” he whispered with a smirk, loving how desperate you sounded for him.

“please, baby,” you gasped out, your legs spreading wider to give him better access. “i need you so bad…please.” michael finally granted your wish, pushing into your tight heat with one slow, torturously delicious stroke. both of you cried out as you became one, the intimacy of the moment washing over you even more than the pleasure.

he began moving then, slow at first, deep thrusts made the bed springs squeak with each one. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes closed as he lost himself in the rhythm. “you feel so good,” he groaned against yours lips, his pace quickening as your walls clenched around him. “my wife…”

you clawed at his back, urging him on. michael obliged, his movements becoming more intense and passionate as he clung to you. the headboard of the bed began to hit the wall with a rhythmic thudding sound that matched their hurried breathing and muffled moans. he shifted his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.

“right there, right fucking there,” you cried out, your voice getting louder with each thrust. michael covered your mouth with his to muffle the sounds, kissing you deeply as he drove into you harder, the bed breaking loudly beneath you both.

the sounds of your passionate lovemaking filled the room—skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into your dripping pussy, the loud squeaks of the bed springs—michael reached down and grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder to go even deeper.

you arched your back as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. the bed was now shaking violently against the wall with each powerful thrust. michael’s breath came in ragged gasps against your neck as he whispered dirty words only you could hear.

“i’m close,” you whimpered, your walls clenching around him tightly. michael groaned deeply, his pace becoming erratic as he felt your orgasm approaching. “come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “let me feel you.” his thrusts became harder, faster, completely losing control as the bed grained under your combined weight.

you shattered beneath him, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through you. your scream was muffled by his shoulder as you clenched around him uncontrollably. the climax triggered something in michael—he buried himself deep, his thrusts becoming brutal.

a sound then echoed through the suite like a gunshot. both of you froze mid-thrust as the wooden bed frame splintered beneath you, the middle collapsing inward. you both tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs, michael landing on top of you with a startled yelp.

silence stretched between you for a heartbeat before michael burst into surprised laughter against your neck.

“i can’t believe—“ he laughed between gasps, still inside you despite now being on the floor. “did we just break the bed?” his eyes were bright with amusement, dimples appearing as he grinned down at you. you were too breathless to scold him, still trembling from your orgasm as he lazily thrust just once more.

you burst into laughter despite still being in complete shock from what just happened, your chest heaving with spent breaths “that’s because you lost control completely, michael!” you managed to say, running your fingers along his jaw. michael kissed you softly, not moving from where he was buried inside you. “worth it,” he murmured against your lips, flexing his hips slowly as sparks ignited between you again.

you both looked over at the broken bed frame and started giggling like teenagers. michael slowly pulled out of me, both of you wincing slightly at the sensitivity. he lay on his back on the carpet, pulling you against his chest.

“you know,” he said thoughtfully, running his fingers through your hair as you curled up on his chest, “they say your honeymoon is supposed to be romantic and perfect. but i think i prefer our version—broken bed and great sex.”

you giggled against his skin, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “most couples just break a glass of something. we took out the whole damn bed frame.” michael chuckled, the sound vibrating against your cheek. “that’s because you’re fully mine now. i can be as wild as i want.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his arm tightening around you.

the laughter eventually died down, replaced by comfortable silence as you both lay tangled on the floor. michael traced lazy patterns on your hip, his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“so…” you murmured, looking up at him with a tired smile. “do you think we should call the front desk orrr?”

michael groaned dramatically, covering his face with one hand. “we’re definitely getting charged for that,” he muttered, though he couldn’t keep the laugh out of his voice. “though i’m not complaining.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. “worth every penny.”

you snorted, poking his ribs. “you’re the one with the money, mr. jackson.” you joked.

mvsticmoony

Excuse Me, That’s My Wife

SUMMARY: based on this tweet. Michael spends months carefully protecting the biggest secret of his life. Then, he sees Prince compliment his wife’s dress and suddenly decides that secrecy is overrated.

CONTENT: michael jackson x reader. established relationship. prince cameo. jelous!michael. husband and wife. fluff. humor. little blurb for y’all

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capytala

A Forced Pair of Anomalies

Pairing: Toji Zenin x Reader

Summary: The head of the Kamo and Zenin clan both have failures they wish to be rid of. Killing two birds with one stone, the clan heads decide to betrothe you and Toji together. The two anomalies now forced together in an arranged marriage.

CW: fluff, angst, mention of infertility, arranged marriage, mention of painful menstruation. *The rest of the tags are bc of the toxic clans the character are under, trust they do NOT apply to Toji: verbal abuse, emotional neglect, panic attacks, dissociating, misogyny.

WC: 4.2k

A/N: This is the first chapter of a longer story I want to do. Definitely different from my previous one shots, so wanna try something new. There will be smut eventually FYI! But we gotta build the suspense ;)

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Chapter 1 - Betrothed

“It has been three months since you bled, explain yourself!” Your mothers fingers dig into the unsoiled linen, threatening to tear it open.

“I told you, I don’t know! I’m not pregnant, I just haven’t gotten it yet.” Your heart is racing as you try your best to escape the accusation. “You remember how heavy my last cycle was. I couldn’t get out of bed and I bled so much you had to call a healer. Isn’t that proof I’m not pregnant?”

“I’m not sure what to make of this. It is past time for you to debut, but your fertility has to be certain before doing that.” Your mothers words falter on that word - fertility. The implication in her voice awakens your nervous system and you’re immediately fueled with anxiety.

“You have a scant amount of cursed energy and you failed to inherit the clan's technique. The only thing left for you to provide is heirs. If you have children who can inherit techniques, you can be redeemed. If you can’t even do that…” her words trail off and her hand covers her mouth as if choking down vomit.

Your eyes grow heavy with rage as you examine your own mothers disgust in you. This is all you were to them, a mare to be bred. Nothing else. Not their child or their only daughter, but a means to gain more power.

“I will let you know when my next cycle arrives.” Ice covers your tone as you meet your mother’s eyes.

She drops the linens on the floor and turns on her heels to leave. She looks at you one last time and opens her mouth to speak, but catches her breath quickly. Instead, she drops her head and closes the door behind her.

You are relieved for her to be gone. Falling back onto your bed and grabbing a pillow to redirect your anger to. You’re trying to not descend into the spiraling rage your mother always put you into.

The woman who birthed you has no true love for you. Maybe it was because she wasn’t expected to be a mother, but just a means for your father to have children. Regardless, it made you despise them both. You honestly wished to be sorted into an arranged engagement already, just for the piece of mind that you won’t be here much longer. However, that doesn’t mean the next place will be any better. All the three families were horrible, but maybe you could get lucky with pairing with someone who’s not from a big family.

Your mother had been hounding you for over a year now about your cycle and its inconsistency. Your cycle has never been agreeable since you started it. Either lasting for weeks or not arriving for months. And then when it would arrive, it would be some of the worst pain you’d ever endured. Giving you cramps that make you fall to your knees in tears. You even passed out once from the excruciating pain. You assumed you were just cursed with a painful cycle, but your mother was afraid of what else this could mean.

A healer told her that your symptoms could point to infertility and ever since then, she had been tracking your cycle like a hawk. Because if the only daughter of the Kamo clan can’t produce heirs, then what is she good for?

You toss and turn in bed, wanting to go back to sleep. However, your rage and the morning daylight is preventing your body from relaxing. You don’t want to leave your room and face interrogation or reminders. What if you just lock yourself in your room until they decide to get rid of you?

You pull yourself out of bed and sit by your window. Resting both arms on the sill with your chin on top of your hands. You let the sunlight and breeze fall over you. Taking in deep breaths of the blossoming flowers and crisp morning air. The elements cool that fire that was steadily growing inside you. You take in a deep breath, calling all the remnants of that fire, and then blowing it out with a forceful exhale.

There’s no point in being angered over the situation, there’s nothing you can do about; your life is not your own. You tell yourself that, but it doesn’t actually help. You only hope one day, you’ll believe those words and submit to them. If only to make your life easier.

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“My nephew is a problem I can no longer ignore. My brother is out of tactics to break his spirit to get him to submit.” Naobito takes a sip of his tea before continuing, “I never wanted to pay him any mind, but he’s leaving us no choice.”

Your father ponders Naobito’s words, “Banish him. Simple.”

Naobito scoffs to himself as he sets his cup down, “Yeah, if I banish him then it’s only a matter of time until he comes back to kill us all. He’s been threatening to kill his father and I since he was a child!”

“Like he would be able to fight off the Hei or the Kukuru units.” Your father says wearily, hoping he’s right.

“Remember, friend. Toji still has a heavenly pact, while that’s useless for us, it still makes him a threat. I can’t have one of our own disobeying and defecting within the clan. It makes us look weak. If I can’t even control my own nephew, how does that make me look?” Naobito stretches his arms, relieving the tension building in his shoulders.

“Marry him off. Let him take that anger out on a woman instead.”

“And who would want to marry a Zenin with zero cursed energy?”

“I could think of a possible match, but it would come with conditions.” Your father smirks to himself, formulating the plan in his head. “We match my daughter with Toji. But with that, you promise that your youngest daughter and my youngest son will be wed when they’re of age. We get rid of our problems while still strengthening our clans with two children with inherited techniques.”

Naobito lips twitch upward, “You want me to declare my daughter for my ass of a nephew?”

“I’m simply proposing a solution. My daughter is of age and I wish to have her wed.” Your father doesn’t explain that he is in a rush to marry you off before rumors of your infertility begin to circulate.

“And why would the head of the Kamo clan want to rid his only daughter to my pathetic nephew? What are you not telling me?” Naobito’s eyebrows furrow with growing suspicion.

“It’s known she has little cursed energy and no inherited technique. No one has yet to ask for her hand or show interest, solely because of that. I do not wish for her to turn into an old maid under my roof.” Your father plays off the half truth with cool features, holding Naobito’s eye contact.

“I’ll consider it and get back to you. Let me make sure there are no other solutions for both of our problems.” Naobito dips his head slightly to show his sincerity.

“Very well, Zenin.” Your father nods in return. He has to hold himself back from cracking the wicked smile that’s hiding beneath his dignified features.

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The next week was torturous from your mothers incessant hounding. She made it her job to trigger your cycle: different concoctions in teas, long walks in the garden twice a day, followed by hot baths.

You disconnected from yourself that week to survive the regimen. Your body was already not your own, so why stay in it while this happens. You were thankful for your vivid imagination that took you to different places. Your subconscious seeped into your fantasies quickly, always wishing to be far away from here and alone. You could imagine yourself in any place in the world, as long as it wasn’t here. You also liked to imagine the ideal partner, not one that was chosen for you. One that found you and that you chose on your own.

You held onto a sliver of hope that an arranged marriage could afford you an ounce of that fantasy. You knew it would never be true love, but you had hoped for at least tolerable. Especially if you couldn’t have children, if it would just be you and him, let’s hope you can at least make good conversation.

Your mothers knocking on the bathroom door pulled you from your current fantasy. You were lying in a hammock, under tree cover, with a trickle of sunlight coming through and a cool breeze. When all of a sudden, you were shook back to your reality: a dark room and a lukewarm bath.

“Please hurry. Our guests are arriving soon.” You could hear the urgency behind her flat tone.

You didn't reply and instead made obvious noise as you got out of the bath, to show her you were making progress.

As you dried yourself off, you groaned at the reality of having to entertain guests. You weren’t in the mood to plaster a fake smile and make meaningless small talk.

You had to wear a brave face because of your father though. When he told you Naobito Zenin was coming to share a meal, you knew it was expected you would be present. There was no getting out of this, so you begrudgingly dress yourself. You figure you can zone out for most of dinner and go elsewhere. Not like you’ll be adding to the conversation much anyways, it’ll be the men talking mostly.

As you make your way to the dining hall, you see Naobito already greeting your father and mother. Your mother shoots you a harsh look that shows you’re late. You ignore her silent disapproval and make your way to Naobito.

Before you can formally greet him, he turns to your father, “She looks presentable. This will do.”

Did he really expect you to look a certain way just because of his presence? You bite the inside of your cheeks to not show your disgust as you initiate the greeting.

Naobito looks unimpressed by you and moves closer to your father, whispering something to him.

You disengage and take your seat at the table, fidgeting with your napkin that’s still folded neatly.

You hear your mothers hurried footsteps approach from behind and then you feel a thump on the back of your head, “Stand up!” Her tone is hushed but assertive.

Your palms plant on the table edge as you force yourself back up, trying to show as much defiance as possible while still obeying.

As you approach your father and mother again, you see more guests filter in from behind Naobito: his younger brother and two nephews.

Naobito glances over his shoulder to acknowledge their arrival before turning back to your father. “Tonight is actually a celebratory dinner. To announce an arranged courtship between our clans.” He motions for Toji to step forward and your heart drops. It feels like cement is solidifying around your feet, preventing you from moving.

A black pit is growing in your stomach and time halts with the sharp inhale you hold in. Your father gestures to you as those dreaded words come from his mouth, “You and Toji are engaged to be married as of today.”

This is happening today?! You thought you had time, especially while your fertility was still questionable. Is that why your mother was so insufferable this past week?

You are frozen in place as you stare at your father, mouth agape in shock. You let out a whispered, “What?” Your mouth is now behind you and forcing you forward, closer to your betrothed.

Toji isn’t even making eye contact, he looks unbothered and uninterested as his eyes float around the room.

Naobito starts speaking, but it sounds like nonsense. Nothing makes sense right now as your senses falter and you become a soul trapped inside a shell. “It is time for both of you to be wed, we came up with the idea at our last meeting and we’re both delighted by the prospect of uniting our families. With this engagement also comes the future betrothal of my youngest daughter and the Kamo's youngest son.”

You find the strength to move your eyes toward your parents who are smiling ear to ear. Your mother’s head hangs low in gratitude and your father stands tall with pride. This is really happening… They are getting rid of you. You prayed for this day to come, but now that it’s here, you can’t stomach it - literally.

You feel bile gurgling in your stomach and a spurt of foul liquid shoots up your throat. You have to choke it down and your eyes begin to water. That little gag now has your stomach doing flips. You swallow the accumulated saliva in your mouth and widen your eyes to dissipate the tears.

You look at Toji again and your stomach is twisting. They think so lowly of you that they are wedding you to him? The shame of the Zenin clan? How many rumors have you heard about him over the years? You’ve never heard anything positive about him. Then it clicks - that’s why they’ve matched you two. A couple of clan failures now married off because who else would want them? Your head spins at the realization and your knees begin to buckle beneath you.

You hurry out of the room without excusing yourself and run to the closet bathroom. You don’t even make it to the toilet before you vomit all over the floor. Your heart is racing and skipping beats intermittently and the room feels like it’s spinning. You wonder if you’ll just die right in this bathroom, that way none of this has to happen.

By the time you make it over to hug the toilet, you hear a bang on the door. You know from the force alone it is your father. “Come out at once! We didn’t even make a proper introduction before you ran out. Is this the first impression you want to give to your future husband? He’s likely already disgusted with you. If you ruin this then-” Your mind switches a flip and you can no longer hear your father’s hateful words. It’s a distinct murmur in the background as you hang your head in the toilet.

You notice how labored your breathing is and how you’re not getting in enough air. It feels as if there’s not enough air in this room as you focus on your respirations. In through the nose and out through the mouth, over and over. Drool is falling out of your mouth as you hear your father’s final statement, “A servant will be back to help you freshen up. Answer when they knock!” His heavy footsteps fade down the hallway and now you feel like you can finally breathe. A true breath that doesn’t need to be forced in and out. You’re sure there is nothing left in your stomach as you force yourself to stand and look in the mirror.

The woman looking back at you is not you. It’s a woman who’s void of life, dark circles lining her undereyes, flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and shoulders that are rolled forward. This was the woman that would be meeting that man, not you. There’s no way your true self could come through on a day like this.

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The servant appeared a few moments later and you were mute the entire time she tidied you up: wiping your mouth, smoothing out your hair, patting powder on your cheeks and under eyes. She didn’t engage in conversation either and you felt a mutual understanding amongst the silence. When you met her eyes once, all you could see was sorrow lining them. At least someone was showing some empathy for you.

Once you exited the bathroom, she escorted you out to the gardens. You wondered why dinner was getting skipped, but you were happy to breathe in the fresh air. On second thought, staying inside was the worst place for you right now.

As you entered the gardens, you saw a man with his back facing you, sitting on a bench in the center of the grassy knoll. You looked at the servant with questioning eyes. She averted your eyes as she said, “Your family and the Zenins are continuing with dinner. This is your time to meet Toji, I’ll be chaperoning. I’ll always be within eyesight, but I will give you your privacy.”

Before you can object or demand she stay closer, she is disappearing behind a shrub.

Your eyes go back to the man facing away from you and that dreadful pit is growing in your stomach again. You’re frozen in place while you decide what to do. Do you approach him? Do you wait for him to look for you? What if you just went back inside and locked yourself in your room?

As your thoughts spiral, Toji turns his head over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes before turning back to look forward. Another moment passes before he loudly declares, “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

You recoil at his cold statement, but also agree that you just want this to be over with. You make timid steps toward him through the grass. When you approach the side of the bench, you hesitate to sit down. You stare at the spot you’re supposed to sit in, but you’re uncomfortable with the idea of how close you’ll be to him. There will only be a few inches of space between you and you would prefer a few feet of space.

Annoyance covers his features as he speaks, “Sit down. I don’t bite.”

You murmur to yourself, “That’s not what I’ve heard.” You take a seat and position yourself as far against the bar of the bench as you can, gaining any distance between you two.

He lets out a forced exhale at your statement as you sit down. You join him in staring forward, looking out to the rest of the estate gardens. All that can be heard are trees rustling and the wind whispering. You turn to look for the servant, she is standing at your four o'clock and perched between some shrubbery. You relax knowing she is still nearby and you can feel some tension leave your body.

He finally breaks the silence, “I take it you’re not happy about this arrangement.” He sounds unbothered as his eyes peer over to you.

You clear your throat, “I don’t know how I feel yet. I didn’t even know until they announced it just now.” “I didn’t get much of a heads up either, my uncle told me as we were leaving to come over here.”

You’re not sure how to respond because you didn’t even get that much warning. They really just sprung it on you in the moment and expected you to be fine with it.

“This isn’t the choice I’d make for myself, but I see it this way: my uncle will stop riding me and think I am now under control within a marriage. I know it’s not paradise for you here either, so hopefully you’ll be given that same relief from marriage. I want to think we can live on our terms after this is done.” He stretches his arms back along the bench and turns his head to look at your side profile.

“So, you think our lives will be our own after the most important decision is decided for us?” You scoff at the ridiculous sentiment. You have to lose all control to gain control, is that really what he’s saying?

“Pretty much. This is the last control they have over either of us. Once this is done,” he motions between the two of you, “we can do whatever we want.”

You consider his theory for a moment. He’s not wrong, as long as you’re under your parents' household, they will try to control you. Once you’re married, they’ll recognize your husband as the authority in your life instead. But the question is: is this man going to be just as controlling and demanding as your father? You know how the Zenin’s treat their women, he is likely no exception.

“You’re going to let your wife do whatever she wants?” You chuckle to yourself, “Yeah- right.”

“I don’t plan on treating you like my actual wife. This is a marriage for convenience for both parties. So, no- I don’t care what you do. I just need you to show up and sign that piece of paper. After that, we don’t really need to see each other than to keep up appearances.”

Maybe this isn’t going to be as bad as you thought… Being free of your parent’s control, having the protection of marriage, and your freedom.

You crack a hesitant smile at him, “Deal.”

He stretches his arms outward and yawns, “Okay, let’s go in there and tell them we’re okay with this.” He pushes himself off the bench and now that he’s standing, you’re really taking him in.

He is towering over you with that wide framed body. The sunlight shining from behind you is illuminating him, literally letting you see him in a new light. That jet black hair absorbs the soft sunlight hitting it. A distinct scar that makes a path from above the corner of his lips to below them. And those dark eyes are that are peering down at you. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting your response.

“You act like they’d care even if we weren’t okay with this.”

“They wouldn’t, but it’s tradition for the couple to accept the match. We just need to play nice until the wedding, got it?” He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you to stand up.

You dodge his hand and stand on your own, “Got it.”

“You’re not even going to take my hand? You know we need to act interested in each other when we go in there.” He says as you walk past him, starting your path back to the house.

“Like they care if we’re interested in each other. I’ll sit next to you, how about that?” You saunter forward as he approaches from behind.

You continue back to the estate in silence and are directed toward the dining hall where the meal has already finished. When you enter together, your father and Naobito look at you with wide, anticipatory eyes. Toji hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you in against his side. It’s instinct to want to pull away from him, but you force yourself to settle into his side. “We accept this match.” He states as his fingers drum against your rib cage.

Your father and Naobito look to each other with shit eating grins, knowing that both of their problems will soon be resolved.

Naobito speaks with a cheerful tune, “Come join us. We were just about to call for tea and dessert.”

You wonder why dinner was not offered to you, are neither of you good enough to even share a meal with them?

The rest of the Zenin's visit goes without any issues. It is mainly your father and Noabito talking and praising themselves. You’re not even fully paying attention for most of it. You’re off in a different reality, wondering if life will be better after you leave this place. Or if it’ll be more of the same shit you’ve already endured.

Every time you’d glance over at Toji, he had this cool, yet arrogant look on his face that pissed you off. You were bothered by how unbothered he was. He’s acting like you two were assigned together on a class project, as if none of this meant anything. A life changing event is about to happen and he doesn’t seem to care. In comparison to your episode earlier when you heard of the news.

You barely acknowledge Toji’s father or brother. His father had a permanent scowl on his face that made your skin crawl. And his brother was not pleasant to look at. A burly, unkempt man who looked more like a neanderthal than a modern day human.

When you said your goodbyes, you forced a fake smile onto your face. As your father and Naobito discussed tentative wedding plans, Toji took your hand when you weren’t paying attention. You snap your head over and he has your hand at his lips. “Goodnight,” he murmured against your skin as he placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

Your breath hitched at the soft contact. That such a man as him was capable of such a thing… He held your hand at his lips for a heartbeat and stared at you through his eyebrows. You felt blood rushed to your cheeks and you didn’t know why.

You simply replied, “Goodnight,” and quickly retreated your hand back to your side.

As the Zenin men made their exit, your eyes lingered on Toji. Wanting to know what was going on behind that calm and collected face. Surely you would find out soon enough… You’ll be married sooner rather than later. And with that realization, your stomach doesn’t turn in disgust. You feel some relief actually. Just off the first impression, he seemed to be true about what he said.

You wonder to yourself, “Is the shame of the Zenin clan really going to the escape I’ve been praying for?”

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GUILTY PLEASURE

Ⳋ᧙ starring mermaid!yuki x f!reader

꧁ mdni. angst. did someone say doomed yuri for pride month?? little mermaid inspired. set in the 19th century-ish. ꧂

"there's my pretty girl."

you shouldn't be so flattered.

not when the pretty blonde coaxing you over had ensnared you far more than any siren ever could.

"you should not speak so-"

"sincerely?" yuki interrupted, her pretty pink lips curling up in a soft smirk you were all too accustomed to. effortlessly charming, her tail splashing the water behind him as you sat down on the shore, readjusting the long dress around your legs.

you had to sneak away from your village, branches and thorns snagging at your ankles on the craggy path to the ocean. it was still far too freezing for most people these days, a rather bitter breeze in the air from a cool spring that felt more like a second winter.

"they will expect me back soon," you informed her with a sigh, drawing faint shapes with your finger in the sand beside you as you avoided her petulant pout. "i told them i was picking berries and collecting firewood."

if they knew you were fraternizing with the merfolk, you’d surely be called a witch. maybe worse.

you didn’t want to consider what they might do if they knew you were fucking one.

they might string her up, claim that there was nothing wrong with feasting on fish, send you to a sanitarium.

her lips were pinched together when you looked up, displeased that she had to share you in any capacity. “you told me that you'd stay longer today."

"i know," you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"at least swim with me," she whined, her tail splashing in the shore, the yellow scales glittering in the sun.

"is the water not freezing?" you exhaled, not that you weren't terribly tempted to join her.

"i'll keep you warm," she teased.

the shallow-minded villagers would never understand the spell she had on you - even if she had legs instead of a tail. could never comprehend how you were always going to end up stripping off your tattered dress and stepping into the water.

you would always choose her.

even if your teeth chattered as the water rose to your chest, nipples perking up as she immediately threw her arms around you and pulled you into her.

damp skin pressing against yours, the salty scent clinging to her hair as she buried her face into your neck with a greedy inhale. dragging you deeper into the waves, her tail cutting easily through the water as you let her take you where she wanted.

"i missed you," she murmured, her big brown eyes glittering as her gaze shifted down to your breasts.

and before you had the chance to tell her how much you missed her too, her mouth was wrapping around one of your peaked nipples, sucking softly as if the taste of saline didn't bother her one bit. the pressure was immediate, your stomach fluttering as you sifted your fingers through her silky hair, gasping her name as her sharp teeth skimmed over the sensitive bud. "y-yuki, we-"

the beach was still within view, the two of you visible for anyone passing by to see.

"mm?" she hummed, long lashes fluttering as she looked up at you with that familiar mischievous glint in her stare. her hand sliding up your hip along your waist as your resolve weakened.

"we should be more careful," you warned, doing your best to sound stern even if your body was softening for her all on its own. melting into her hands.

"why?" she whined, her mouth slowly moving up your sternum, daintily crossing higher, ghosting over your jaw to press a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"what if we get caught?" you whispered back, tentatively caressing her cheek when you pulled away. kicking your feet to stay afloat, her tail tickling your calves as she let out a twinkling giggle.

you had spent years in love with her laugh. bonded by mutual understanding, sharing your burdens in stolen moments like this, cursing all those fools who wouldn't understand your connection.

your family would expect you to marry eventually. settle down and start a family. hers wanted her to find a mate. urging her to migrate south if she didn't find anyone here suitable.

she had more freedom than you did though. they wouldn't force her to be with someone she didn't want. had oceans she could swim to and start over in.

"there's a sea witch," yuki conspiratorially suggested, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. nuzzling her nose against yours, leaning forward so her forehead was resting against yours. "she has a spell that could let us finally be together."

"yuki," you murmured, shaking your head, stomach twisting with suspicion, unease crawling beneath your skin at the chance the two of you could end up cursed even more than you already were.

"she'll give me legs, and-"

"i could never ask you to change," you shut it down as softly as you could. "and even if you did, my village, my family, they wouldn't approve of us."

"so what if they don't?" she huffed, brows pinching together in frustration. "we can go somewhere else."

with what money?

you were both women.

anything you earned went to your father rather than you.

and what terrified you even more was the idea that she'd be miserable as a human. resent you once she realized that being together didn't mean happily ever after.

"what is she asking you to do for her?" you asked, struggling to voice all the concerns that were taking shape in the back of your head. as much as you craved her presence, ached for her smile, her skin, the most you'd ever accepted you would have of her were these secret meetings.

"my voice for legs," she admitted, stubborn as ever, chest rising with the sharp breath she sucked in. water droplets racing down her beautiful breasts, beading up before returning to the ocean.

no.

you would rather waste your life as someone else's wife than never hear her voice again. to never hear her laugh, to know she gave it up for you, was a kind of torture you couldn't bear.

"it's my trade to make," she insisted, sensing your incoming refusal.

this wasn't her.

she was sturdy. strong. an enigma you'd spend your life enthralled by. ethereal being you were just lucky enough to hold for a little while. build a statue for, devote altars too, offer all your love for.

but love could never be enough.

it didn't magically make her a human, or make you a mermaid.

"you can't make it for me," you muttered, dragging a thumb over her eyebrow, chest straining to contain your heart while it threatened to crack and crumble under the weight of your adoration. you tried to kiss her again, lips barely grazing over hers before she pulled back to scoff.

tilting her nose up in the air, frustrated by you not automatically agreeing to her absurd plan. "you can't stop me."

you couldn't.

but you couldn't watch her do this to herself either.

"i don't have to stay either."

part of this event !!

div cr: @/tsumiinum

toruii

angst + Yuki???

honeyoftheisle

To Arms! To Arms!

Knight!Gojo x Lady Wife!Reader

King!Geto x Knight!Gojo x Lady Wife!Reader Angst

Medieval Au

Tw/Cw~ Some nsfw is hinted at. Religion mentioned.

Synopsis~ Alone in the castle, how can you not dowel on the rumours about your lord husband. For Sir Gojo does not belong to you, he is the vessel of his liege lord - the king.

Author's Note~ This was born of listening to Choosin' Texas bardcore version by Hildegard Von Blingin on repeat and reading Kristin Lavransdatter 1: The Wreath.

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

It is the duty of a wife to serve her husband, to see naught but good in him. But how were you to serve him if he was never there? You sighed, setting the household accounts aside. You had done what you could with them tonight. Tomorrow you would see if you could haggle a lower ale and wine price and perhaps get the north tower’s roof repaired. But until tomorrow, you are done. You have no husband to please, so you are left to your own pleasures.

“Lady Gojo,” your husband’s steward greets you.

“What brings you Rodrick?” You ask, pushing the parchment aside. He stands awkwardly, putting his weight on one foot and then the other. “Sir Gojo writes to say that he will not return until the harvest feast. The King needs him in an affair involving a castle being seized by the crown.” Ah, that was it. You hadn’t seen your husband since last autumn, he had ridden off before the winter rains came. Both the winter and spring rains had kept him from returning. And even now, at summer's peak, he had yet to return.

kkunai

[𝝑𝑒] :: trueform!sukuna has never apologised to anyone, until you came along :: tags. concubine!reader. fluff, angst, suggestive. ‘brat, woman’ used :: wc. 1.8k

sukuna’s never felt the need to apologize. he’s never in the wrong if you ask him. apologising to someone he deems ‘lesser’ would be a sign of weakness.

yet the king of curses always has this secret need to make his favorite concubine feel better after (unintentionally) hurting her.

you’ve got this hold on him that he will never acknowledge. although there are moments where he will indirectly show you that he regrets upsetting you.

bambismoon

apocalypse - masterlist

undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]

series synopsis - in a world where soulmates were real, fate ties you to ryomen sukuna like some cruel and twisted joke. where people felt their soulmates in soft touches and quiet comfort, all you’ve ever known was phantom pain, sleepless nights, and a violent rage that didn’t belong to you. by the time you finally meet the man ruining your nervous system, the city already knew him as its most feared underground boxer. how would you survive? [mdni 18+]

chapters

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ prologue

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ one - no surprises

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ two - coming soon

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ three - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ four - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ five - tbd

⚡︎ ⋆.˚ six - tbd

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credits: art by @/cinaillus | divider by @/uzmacchiato

sukunaglazerrr

HusbandKuna x Reader who lost her memory

After a tragic accident erased your memories, you no longer remember the man you married. Unfortunately for you, Ryomen Sukuna remembers everything. And he'll do whatever it takes to make you remember him too.

Everything was so much weird.

When you first opened your eyes, the world was a blur of harsh lights and a rhythmic, annoying beep that made your head throb. A crowd of people were hovering over your bed, their faces twisted into expressions of pure horror and desperation. It felt like they were looking at a ghost or maybe a god that had suddenly fallen from the sky. The moment you blinked and stared back at them with blank, unrecognizing eyes, the room dissolved into quiet, breathless weeping.

You were completely utterly lost. Who was the woman with the dark circles under her eyes calling herself Shoko? Why was she gripping your hand like her entire world was ending? You knew your own name y/n echoed clearly in the empty caverns of your mind, but beyond that single fact, there was only a vast, terrifying void. You understood the modern world. you knew what a smartphone was, you recognized the concept of Wi-Fi, and when you mumbled those details, the doctors in the room let out collective, gasping sighs of relief.

But the real shock came twenty minutes later.

The heavy door to the hospital room burst open with a violent slam. A man lunged inside like a madman, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. You had never seen anyone look like him. His hair was a soft, striking shade of pastel pink so pretty and unexpected that you wondered for a fleeting second if he had dyed it just to stand out. Dark, intricate tattoos mapped across his skin, curling around his sharp cheekbones and framing his eyes. And those eyes... they were a piercing, burning red, swirling with a volatile mixture of terrifying rage and profound, shattering sadness.

imnotabot28

crying and sweating cus its hot af rn!!!!!!!!!

im glad its a happy ending cus i thought it wasnt lol

bambismoon

apocalypse - one undergroundboxer!kuna x reader [soulmate au]

warnings [mdni] - angst | implied trauma | mean sukuna

wc - 7.3k

series masterlist

∞

ryomen sukuna knew three things about his soulmate.

she drank too much caffeine, she slept curled on her side whenever anxiety crawled beneath her skin and whenever she read for hours on end or colored, the noise in his head quieted enough to let him breathe.

it was fucking irritating.

the first time she got under his skin, it was in the middle of his first match.

he’d nearly put his fist through the guy, rage sitting ugly beneath his ribs as blood pooled in his mouth and sweat dripped down his spine.

then suddenly, he was overcome with serenity he’d never experienced before.

a calmness that wasn’t his own, never his own.

something soft slipped beneath his skin then, warm and quiet in a way he wasn’t used to. like somebody had pressed cold hands against the back of his neck after years of burning where he stood.

he’d won that match.

“again?” toji muttered from across the gym, cigarette balanced lazily between scarred fingers.

sukuna rolled his jaw once before slamming another punch into the heavy bag hard enough for the chains overhead to rattle violently.

“fuck off.”

toji smirked, tongue peaking out to lick at the scar against his lip.

the gym smelled like rust, sweat and the metallic ting of blood that both men were used to. it was a shitty set up buried beneath the city in the lower levels of an abandoned parking structure. it barely looked legal from the outside and the inside wasn't much better.

the concrete floors, flickering lights and men all too violent to exist comfortably above ground.

and it was the place ryomen sukuna felt alive.

ebonymuse

TOUCH | M.JACKSON

synopsis: michael’s shaking with arousal at the mere small of your touch, bringing him close to tears at how much he needs you. he wanted your first time together to be special — but by god, he’s so horny he can’t wait to fuck you. all just from your touch.

warnings: sexual themes, smut, 18+, sub!mike

multiple anon requests! & inspo from this fic by @moonlitjane

A touch — that’s all it took.

A touch to have Michael suppressing a tremble that threatened to break from deep in his soul to travel through his tense body.

A touch that the receiver didn’t even notice they were giving.

Michael swallowed thickly — saliva trickling down his throat so slowly he worried he’d choke. But, anything to save him from the tantalising restraint he was forcing himself upon in this moment.

mustangb3byy

˖ ⭑ all his | michael jackson ˖ ⭑

pairing: bad m.jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: michael notices that his brothers find his girlfriend hot and he gets jealous, proving to them that you’re all his.

warnings: marlon attempting to flirt with you, jealous michael, angry sex, fingers in mouth (bring it back), overhearing, smut, dom michael, that’s genuinely just dada.

a/n: guys i’m sorry i’m ovulating i don’t know what came over me with this one. i got a little carried away.

you, michael and his brothers—tito, jackie, jermaine, marlon, and randy—were all having a pool day at hayvenhurst as it was a hot summer day. all six boys were dressed in their swim trunks, you were dressed in a skimpy red bikini that sat on your body perfectly.

michael’s eyes were fixed on you as you emerged from the house in your red bikini. the colour complimented your sun-kissed skin, and the string ties on the sides accentuated your curves.

his brothers all looked your way as you walked out the door, walking towards them—tito let out a low whistle, jackie raised his eyebrows, jermaine smirked, and marlon sat up straight in his lounge chair—michael felt a surge of possessiveness he hadn’t experienced before.

as you walked towards michael, his eyes darkened with desire and jealously. he knew his brothers were checking you out—your long legs, your toned stomach, and your tits that sat perfectly—he wanted to throw a towel over you and carry you inside. “baby,” he called out softly.

you heard michael’s soft call and looked over at him, a warm smiling spreading across your face. his eyes were dark, intense—focused on you with that hungry look he only ever showed when they were alone—you walked over to him, sitting on a lounge chair.

“what’s up?” you asked, tilting your head slightly at him.

before michael could answer, his brothers were making their presence known, clearly appreciating the view. marlon was the boldest, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to get a better look, his eyes shamelessly sweeping over your body.

“damn, mike,” marlon called out with a teasing grin, leaning back on his elbows. “where have you been hiding her?”

michael’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. he stepped closer to you, his hand finding the small of your back possessively as he pulled you against his chest. “she’s not hidden anywhere, marlon,” michael said, his voice tight with restrained irritation. “she’s mine. has been for two years.”

marlon just laughed, clearly not taking michael’s warning seriously. “relax, mike. we’re just admiring the view.” he grinned, pushing michael’s buttons on purpose.

tito chuckled from his lounge chair, flipping through a magazine but clearly paying attention. “marlon, you’re gonna get your ass kicked today.”

jermaine smirked, swirling the drink in his hand. “can you blame him though? that bikini is doing something to me.” he said, joining in on the teasing.

jackie joined inc leaning forward on his knees. “mike, you better put a collar on her man. we’re all thinking the same thing.” the competitive teasing among the brothers was escalating and michael’s body was rigid against yours, his hand tightening on your waist as he pulled you flush against his wet chest.

his lips brushed against your ear, voice dropping to that whisper that you knew meant he was dangerously jealous. “ignore them, baby. they’re just being stupid.” but his hands were already sliding lower, his fingers playing with the strings of your bikini bottoms possessively.

marlon wasn’t done with his teasing, standing up and stretching deliberately. “two years, huh?”

you rolled your eyes at the brothers’ antics, used to their teasing by now. you wrapped your arms around michael’s neck, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw to calm him down. “pay them no mind,” you murmured, nipping lightly at his earlobe.

michael’s breath hitched at your touch, his eyes fluttering briefly closed before he opened them again, dark with desire and frustration. he cupped your face with one hand, thing brushing over your lip. “i wish they’d shut the fuck up,” he whispered.

marlon laughed like he knew exactly what he was doing. “two years and she’s still not as when you first snatched her. you fucking that every night?” everyone went silent. michael’s body stiffened dangerously. “marlon…” tito warned.

michael’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, his fingers stilling on your waist. he didn’t answer marlon’s crude question. instead, he grabbed your wrist and turned toward the door. “mike, we were just playing!” jackie called out, but michael didn’t turn back.

without a word, michael dragged you into the house, his strides long and purposeful. he didn’t stop until he reached his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you. once inside, he stood in front of you, chest heaving with angry breaths.

“i swear to god, ive never wanted to punch marlon more in my life,” michael muttered, pacing away from you. he was jealous and clearly trying not to explode. “that was so disrespectful.” he ran a hand through his curls.

you watched him pace, knowing he needed to cool off. when he finally paused, you stepped up behind him, pressing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. michael’s shoulders sagged slightly, his voice strained. “don’t touch me right now, okay?”

he sounded mean, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. you kept kissing his back softly, his shoulders, his neck. michael didn’t push you away. he groaned instead, his body relaxing gradually. “baby, stop,” he muttered softly, but his voice lacked real irritation.

“i’m not stopping until you stop being so mad at your brothers,” you murmured against his damp skin, your lips trailing down his spine.

michael exhaled sharply, his hands bracing against the dresser. “they were looking at you like they wanted to fuck you,” he admitted in a low, wounded tone. “and marlon…”

“and marlon was being an asshole,” you finished for him, your fingers working to massage his tense shoulders. “but you’re the one i’m with, mikey. not them. i’m wearing your ring on my finger, not theirs. i’ve been sleeping in your bed for two years.” you pressed closer.

michael turned around slowly, his dark eyes searching your face. the jealousy was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but your words had softened him. he reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “two years,” he repeated softly, leaning his forehead against yours. “and you still look at me like that.”

his lips found yours gently, a soft, apologetic kiss meant to reassure rather than arouse. his hands stayed on your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he kissed you slowly, deeply.

you pulled back just enough to breathe, your forehead still resting against his. “you know i only have eyes for you, michael.” you smiled softly, pecking the tip of his nose. “always have. always will. those brothers of yours can look all they want, they’ll never have me.”

michael chuckled softly, the tension finally leaving his body. “yeah, well, i don’t like them looking.” michael admitted, his voice dropping low. “especially marlon, he’s got a dirty mouth.”

you laughed softly, cupping his jaw. “marlon’s a shit-talker, everyone knows that. you’re the only one i want, mikey.”

michael nodded, the last of his jealousy fading away as he looked into your eyes. he took a deep breath, then sighted contentedly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. “let’s go back downstairs,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head. “i’m sure they’re wondering where we disappeared to.”

you both returned downstairs after a few more calming minutes. the brothers were still by the pool, now joined by randy who’d just arrived. when they saw you both walk out together, the teasing immediately resumed.

“look who finally decided to come back!” marlon called out with a grin. “did you finally get some, mike? you seem less tense.”

michael shot him a death glare but kept his arm wrapped firmly around your waist. “funny. real funny.” he guided you to sit with him on one of the lounge chairs, your back against his chest.

you smiled at marlon sweetly, “actually, yes. your brother is amazing. you should find yourself a good woman instead of staring at other people’s girlfriends.”

marlon laughed, looking away exaggeratedly. “damn, she’s got a sharp tongue.” the other brothers chuckled, knowing marlon deserved it. michael smirked, “that’s my girl” he murmured possessively.

the teasing and joking continued, but michael kept you close, his arm around you all the time. you could tell he was still a bit territorial, but the real anger was gone. when jackie started playing around in the pool, splashing everyone, michael actually laughed.

marlon suddenly dove into the pool, surfacing near you with a mischievous grin. “come on, get in.” he splashed water playfully in your direction. you laughed, standing up from the lounge chair. “oh, you’re on.” you walked up to the edge of the pool and jumped in.

michael watched you with a smile, leaning back on the chair as you and marlon started messing around in the pool. they were just playing, but michael couldn’t help noticing how comfortable you looked with his brothers. you fit in so well with their crazy dynamic.

marlon splashed you playfully, ducking when you tried to retaliate. “come on, princess, let’s see what you got!” he teased, grinning widely. you wiped water from your eyes, laughing. “princess? ill show you princess!” you lunged at him, splashing water everywhere as you both splashed around.

marlon caught your wrist as you splashed at him, pulling you closer with a smirk. “you know, you’re even prettier when you’re mad.” he lowered his voice, leaning in slightly. “ever thought about dating a jackson properly? i could treat you real nice.”

you rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder. “in your dreams, marlon.”

marlon chuckled, refusing to be deterred. “hey, just saying. michael’s got the temper, but i’ve got the charm.” he winked, making a show of flexing his arms. from the lounge chair, michael leaned forward, his voice carrying across the pool deck. “marlon, keep your charm to yourself before i drown you.”

marlon raised his hands in surrender, laughing as he floated backward. “i’m just playing, mike! damn, can’t a man compliment his brothers girl?” he shot you a wink. “you look better wet anyway, sweetheart.”

you laughed, splashing water directly into marlon’s face. “keep dreaming, marlon.”

marlon wiped water from his face dramatically, then swam closer to whisper in your ear. “but seriously, princess. when this inevitable blow-up happens, you know where to find me.” his hand brushed your waist under the water.

before you could respond, michael was already in the pool, coming towards you and marlon. michael grabbed marlon’s shoulder, his grip tight. “i swear, marlon, if you’re hitting on my girl…” his voice was deadly calm. “i’ll break every bone in your body.” he then looked at you, “baby, come here.”

you didn’t hesitate, swimming away from marlon and straight into michael’s waiting arms. he wrapped them around you securely, glaring daggers at his brother. “keep your hands to yourself,” michael warned him, kissing your temple. marlon held his hands up, splashing water innocently, “i was just playing!”

michael scoffed, pulling you closer. “yeah, right. you’ve been flirting with her since she got here.” he buried his face in your neck, his possessiveness on full display. “i’m not stupid. i can see what you’re doing.”

marlon grinned unapologetically, swimming backward. “and what if i am? she’s gorgeous. any man would try his luck.” he looked at you appreciatively. “those legs, that smile…damn, mikey. you got yourself a keeper.”

michael’s arms tightened around you possessively, but you could tell he was trying not to explode. he took a deep breath, “marlon, shut up and go flirt with someone else. like jackie’s girlfriend. she seems into your smooth talk.”

after a few more minutes of acting like kids in the pool, everyone finally climbed out of the pool. you wrapped yourself in a towel, sitting on one of the lounge chairs next to michael. everyone sat close, drying off and chatting casually. marlon sat closest to you and on your other side.

marlon stretched out on the lounge chair next to you, propping himself up on his elbow. “you know, i bet you look even better without this towel.” he smirked at you, eyes trailing down your body lazily. michael’s jaw clenched so hard you heard it.

marlon reached over and tugged lightly at the corner of your towel. “just a peek, princess? come on”

that’s when michael snapped. he was off the lounge chair in an instant, grabbing marlon by the collar and yanking him up. “touch her one more time with that tiny dick energy and i’ll leave you floating in the pool with a broken jaw.”

marlon laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. he was used to pushing michael’s buttons, but he knew when to back off. “whoa, okay! jeez, you’re touchy about your girl. i was just messing with you.” he grinned mischievously.

michael slowly released marlon’s collar but didn’t look away. “if you ever pull that shit again, i don’t care if we’re brothers. got it?” his voice was low and dangerous. marlon raised his hands, still smirking. “got it, mike. god, possessive much.” he flopped back onto his chair dramatically.

you laughed softly, shaking your head at the two of them. michael kissed your forehead then sat back down, pulling you onto his lap. “ignore him. he’s got no self-control.”

marlon shot back, “me? days the guy who nearly murdered me for complimenting his girl.” michael rested his chin on your shoulder, “you were doing more than complimenting.”

marlon rolled his eyes, grabbing his sunglasses form the side table. “i’m going in to get the rest of them. at least they appreciate my presence.” he sauntered off towards the house, calling over his shoulder, “call me if you get tired of mr. grumpy!”

once the house quieted down and the brothers filtered inside, michael was still angry. he stood up, taking your hand firmly. “come on. upstairs. now.” his tone left no room for argument.

you followed him up the stairs, noticing how tightly he gripped your hand. you reached his bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind you.

michael paced the room, running his hands through his damp hair. he looked frustrated, jaw tight. “i swear, if he touches you again—“ he stopped, turning to face you. “why did you let him get away with it? you laughed it off like it was nothing, as if you liked it.”

you smirked, knowing what game you could play with this. you crossed your arms over your chest, grinning. “maybe i did like it. maybe i liked how he touched me in the pool.” you watched michael’s face darken with anger, exactly the reaction you wanted. “what if i want him to do it again?”

michael stood in front of you, his face inches from yours. he was breathing heavily, his jaw clenched. “don’t test me. you know exactly what will happen if you let him touch you again.” his voice was low and dangerous.

you tilted your head, looking up at him through your lashes. “or what, michael? you’ll hit your own brother? break his jaw like you threatened?” you stepped closer, poking his chest. “maybe i like making you jealous.” michael grabbed your hand, pinning it against his chest. “you think this is funny?”

his grip tightened slightly around your wrist. “you think my possessiveness is a joke?” he backed you up until your legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing you down. “i don’t share. period. and i sure as hell won’t share you with my brother.” he leaned over you, caging you in with his arms.

michael’s breathing was heavy, his eyes dark with jealousy as he hovered over you. “you’re mine. do you understand me?” his voice was rough, desperate. “i can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you.”

you could feel his anger and jealousy radiating off him in waves. you looked up at him calmly—even though you were anything but calm, you were extremely turned on by the jealous side of him that you had never seen before—a small smile playing on your lips. “prove it then,” you whispered, leaning back on your hands, spreading your legs slightly in a silent challenge. “if you’re so jealous, prove it.”

michael’s eyes darkened further at your challenge. he didn’t hesitate. one moment he was hovering over you, the next his hands were on your thighs, pushing your legs wider apart as he settled between them. his mouth crashing against yours with a fierce, almost punishing intensity.

his kiss was rough, possessive, and demanding—everything you’d teased him about. he bit your bottom lip hard enough to sting, then soothed it with his tongue. his hands roamed your body possessively, gripping your hips like he was staking a claim.

his hands traced over your bikini clad body, rough and urgent. “i’ll remind you who you belong to all night long.” he marked your neck, marking you where everyone would see. “let him flirt with his heart out when you’re walking around with my markings on you.”

michael’s hand slid under your bikini top, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “these are mine. not his. never his.” he leaned down, capturing one in his mouth through the fabric, the feeling of his tongue running over you made you gasp.

he wasn’t playing games anymore—he was staking his claim loud and clear.

with a sharp tug, he removed your bikini top altogether, exposing your chest to the cool air and his hungry gaze. his hand immediately replaced his mouth, squeezing and massaging your breast possessively. “if he looks at you again, i’ll rip his eyes out.”

he kissed down your body, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms with his teeth. “and if you ever say anything like that to test me again, i’ll make you scream my name so loud the whole house hears you.” his lips found your inner thigh, trialing slow, torturous kisses.

you gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, your hands tangling instantly in his curls. “is that a threat or a promise?” you managed to breathe out, arching your hips up towards him. “because i think i like making you jealous.” you looked down at him, biting your lip. “fuck me.”

michael growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing with dark possessiveness. “oh, i’m going to fuck you alright. until you can’t remember your own name, let alone marlon’s.” he ripped the fabric of your bikini bottoms aside, not bothering to untie them properly, his fingers sliding through your wet folds. “wet for me already, baby.”

he slid two fingers inside you, you gasped as his fingers pushed inside you, “god yes—“ michael’s eyes darkened as he leaned in, his mouth replacing his fingers. he ate you out with a desperate, possessive hunger, tongue deep, his hands gripping your thighs like you might try to escape. he wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough—he was obsessed.

his mouth was relentless, sucking and licking like he wanted to devour you. his fingers joined back in, curling inside you as his tongue circled your clit. “michael…michael…” you moaned his name repeatedly, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

hearing his name fall from your lips like a prayer only made him more possessive. he doubled his efforts, adding another finger and sucking harder on your clit. one hand snaked up to cover your mouth as he muffled your loud moans against his palm since his brothers were still downstairs. “shh…quiet, baby.”

you whimpered against his palm, squirming beneath him as he worked you over mercilessly. his fingers pumped faster, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. “that’s it…take it all.” he murmured against your thigh, feeling you clench around his fingers. your hips buckled upwards, chasing his mouth.

“i can’t—“ michael pressed his hand harder against your mouth to silence your broken moans. “yes you can. come for me.” he curled his fingers just right, sucking harshly on your clit, sending you tumbling over the edge instantly. your body shook violently, your back arching off the bed as you came hard against his mouth. “that’s it…” he praised softly.

michael didn’t stop until your tremors subsided, lapping up every drop of your release before pulling away, his mouth glistening. he kissed his way back up your body, hovering over you as he removed his hand from your mouth. you were breathless, chest heaving, “still think jealously is a joke?”

you were panting hard, eyes dazed and lips parted, still catching your breath. your chest rose and fell rapidly as you looked up at him, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across your face despite the lingering haze of your orgasm.

“mmm…proving a point, baby.” you whispered, reaching up to trace his jaw.

michael caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before moving lower, trailing his lips down your stomach. “point proven.” he looked up at you, eyes dark with hunger again. “now it’s my turn.”

he stood just long enough to strip off his clothes, revealing his body before lowering himself between your legs.

you watched him, biting your lip as he settled between your thighs. he was hard and thick, the head of his dick pressing against your sensitive entrance. he leaned down to kiss you deeply, swallowing any sounds you might make as he slowly pushed inside. “shhh…quiet baby.”

you gasped into his mouth, your nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you completely. he paused, letting you adjust to his size, his forehead pressed against yours. “you feel so good…” he groaned, his hips twitching forward. “so tight.” he started moving slowly, pulling out until only the tip remained before plunging back in deep.

you threw your head back against the pillow, a choked moan escaping your throat as he set a slow, deep rhythm. your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. “michael…god…” you whimpered, your fingernails scraping down his back. “please…faster.” you arched your hips up to meet his thrust.

hearing you beg and whimper his name snapped something in him. he grabbed your legs, pushing them back to expose your chest and stomach completely, changing the angle to hit that spot inside you that made you cry out loud.

you bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet as he pounded into you relentlessly. your thighs trembled around him, your eyes rolling back. “can’t—can’t be quiet—“ you gasped, your back arching off the bed. “feels too good—you’re too deep—“ his grip on your thighs tightened. “i know, baby…”

michael leaned down, his moth hovering over yours as he picked up the pace, each thrust making the headboard bang against the wall. he didn’t seem to care if his brothers heard anymore. “you like this, huh?” he slammed into you hard, hitting that spot inside you over and over. “yes—fuck yes—“

michael swallowed hard, watching you writhe beneath him. your tits bounced with ever thrust, your face contorted with pleasure. he realised something—you were loud as hell when you had sex. like, really loud—he covered your mouth with his hand experimentally, muffling your moans.

you moaned against his palm, the vibrations sending shivers through you. your walls tightened around him involuntarily. “mmph—“ your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the depth and angle. he removed his hand, replacing it with his mouth, kissing you deeply, swallowing every guttural sound you made.

he broke the kiss, his breathing ragged against your lips as his hips snapped harder into yours. “you gotta be quieter, mama…” he groaned out, though his rhythm didn’t slow down. instead, he went deeper, “they’re downstairs…” he groaned out. “i know—im trying—“

michael suddenly pulled back, his eyes blazing with intense possession. he slipped two fingers into your mouth, pushing them deep as he continued to fuck you. “suck…” he commanded hoarsely, watching your cheeks hollow around his fingers. “keep quiet for me.”

you sucked on his fingers obediently, muffling your moans a little ad he thrusted deeper and faster. tears pricked at your eyes from the intensity, your walls clenching around him relentlessly. “mmph—“ you mumbled around his fingers, your hips meeting his in desperate, hungry thrusts. your orgasm crept upon you unexpectedly, your thighs trembling dangerously.

michael watched you closely, noticing the way your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw clenched around his fingers. he knew exactly what was happening. he spread your legs wider, going even deeper inside you, hitting that spot over and over again as he silently commanded you to come apart around him.

the coil in your stomach snapped violently, your back arching off the bed as you came silently. your walls fluttered and clenched tight around him, your scream muffled perfectly by his fingers buried deep in your mouth. your entire body shook violently, your toes curling tight. “that’s it…” he whispered, fucking you through your release.

michael groaned deeply, feeling your orgasm crash around him. he didnt slow down, determined to chase his own release. his hips snapped harder, faster, his fingers still deep in your mouth as he chased your climax. “come again…for me…” he hissed through clenched teeth, his own pleasure building rapidly.

you gasped for air, your mouth sore from sucking hid fingers as he came down hard inside you. his whole body shuddered, groaning your name against your neck as he spilled deep within you. he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, his heart pounding against your chest..

“fuck…” he muttered against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder.

you lay there stunned, your body over sensitive and shaking from the intensity of it all. michael’s fingers were still curled inside your mouth as he recovered on top of you. the only sound throughout the whole house was the muffled conversation from downstairs and their laboured breathing.

michael slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, watching as you licked your lips, still feeling the ghost of his fingers on your tongue. he pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth as he felt you squirm underneath him, feeling his come leaking out of you.

he rolled off you gently, pulling you into his arms. your body was a mess—hair disheveled, lips swollen, thighs shaking and sticky with sweat and come. he kissed your temple softly. “i’m sorry…i got carried away.”

from downstairs, you could hear the faint voices of his brothers. “mike, you coming down?!”

“two minutes!” he yelled back before getting up and putting on fresh clothes for himself and grabbing you fresh underwear and his oversized tee for you, then getting you a towel. he leans down, softly wiping between your legs, as he comes back up he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “you okay?” he asks softly as he begins dressing you.

you nod your head as you stand up on wobbly legs, attempting to fix your messed up hair.

he watched you closely, making sure you were okay before opening the bedroom door. he stepped out the door, then turned back to offer you his hand.

as you both entered the living room, the chatter died down instantly. all five brothers turned to look at the two of you—michael looking slightly disheveled, your hair messy, lips swollen, and wearing his oversized shirt—their eyes flicked between the two of you, eyebrows raising.

jackie leaned back on the couch, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.

michael tightened his grip on your hand, pulling you closer to his side. he looked at his brothers calmly, his expression neutral. “what?” he asked simply, challenging their stares. he didn’t look guilty or ashamed.

you and michael sat down on the loveseat, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. the silence stretched for a few seconds before jermaine suddenly cleared his throat, his face breaking into a grin.

“oh—oh god, yes” jermaine mimicked, his pitch high and mocking. tito and marlon burst into laughter, echoing the sounds.

jackie joined in, throwing his head back dramatically. “michael…michael…can’t—can’t be quiet—“ he pitched his voice impossibly high, clutching his chest dramatically. “oh, the humanity!”

marlon was practically wheezing, slapping his knee. “i thought the ceiling was gonna come down!”

michael just sat there, letting them mock you both. he didn’t look embarrassed or angry—just amused, trying not to laugh. “you guys are ridiculous.” he laughed out.

you blushed deeply, burying your face in michael’s chest as they continued to laugh and tease you. “i do not sound like that!” you protested weakly, your voice muffled against his shirt. michael just chuckled and kissed your head, enjoying your embarrassment way too much.

marlon wiped tears from his eyes, still giggling. “i was just trying to get him riled up to annoy him…” he grinned sheepishly. “i did not bargain for hearing him put his girlfriend through a mattress!” everyone burst out laughing again, even you and michael.

brownsugarletters

Little Pieces of Her

Michael Jackson x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Michael is nosey nosey noseyyy. After his girlfriend leaves him in her apartment alone, Michael accidentally ends up wandering. He doesn't steal, he's just curious (iykyk).

CONTENT: fluff, super sweet fluff, thriller!Michael, no use of y/n, light teasing, era 1982

moonlitrapture

Mr. Spend that shit

Every time you said “that’s too expensive,” Michael heard “buy two.” 💸🩷

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You should’ve known better than to bring Michael into Victoria’s Secret.

What started as a quick stop for a few things somehow turned into a full blown shopping spree.

The employees are already carrying armfuls of pink bags.

Your friends are texting nonstop asking where you disappeared to.

And Michael?

Michael is having the time of his life.

“Michael, put that down.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t need it.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

The sales associate nearly chokes trying not to laugh.

Meanwhile Michael is walking around the store like he owns stock in the company.

Every five minutes he’s pointing at something.

“Get that too.”

“Michael.”

“And that.”

“Michael.”

“Sweet face , just let me buy it.”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

Completely serious.

By the time you reach the register, the total is so ridiculous you’re afraid to look.

Michael doesn’t even blink.

Doesn’t hesitate.

Doesn’t ask questions.

Just hands over his card.

The cashier looks shocked.

You look horrified.

Michael looks pleased.

Very pleased.

As the receipt continues printing, he casually wraps an arm around your waist.

“You happy now?”

You laugh.

“You bought half the store.”

“Only half?”

His expression immediately turns thoughtful.

Like he’s considering going back for the other half.

And that’s exactly when you realize your biggest problem isn’t Michael Jackson being famous.

It’s Michael Jackson discovering he likes spoiling you.

his love language wasn’t words.

it was swiping the card and saying ‘get whatever you want

carmaloves

𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍

Husband!Michael who carries you through the doors of Neverland after your wedding. You told him he didn’t have to but he said he wanted to do it like how it is in the movies.

Husband!Michael who comes home from a long day of rehearsal and flops beside you on the couch with a dramatic sigh. His whole body is sore, and he could really use a nice massage from you, but is too stubborn to ask. He keeps sighing loudly and rolling his shoulders with a groan. You side eye him, catching his gaze already on you.

"Michael," you hold his name out, "Do you want me to rub your shoulders?"

He tries to play it off cool, shrugging, "Well, if you're offering then yeah, sure. I guess that would be nice." All the while he's immediately moved to sitting in front of you, waiting patiently for your touch.

amnesia-sc

Hi. Big fan of all your work

I have a story (smut??) idea where Michael (any era idc) and reader are the hottest new celebrity couple in Hollywood but one day Michael makes a sex tape of the two of them and it gets leaked…

Sorry if this isn’t the best description cuz i am not good with explaining things 😭😭

Thank you :)

t/w: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, oral (f! receiving), sex tape, hair pulling, you get ran through a mattress, choking, mature! era, controversially young gf? soft!dom michael, after the tape leaked no one ever thought he was asexual again and the “are you a virgin?” questions stopped

wc: 2.4k

mikesbian

Butterflies — Michael Jackson x F. Reader

— SUMMARY: After 6 months of being together, Michael decides that tonight’s the perfect time to ask for just one anniversary gift; he wants you to start controlling him in the bedroom.

— WARNINGS: sub!mike, needy!mike, lots of tension, body worship, size kink, angst (if you look through a microscope), dumbification (kinda…?), face sitting, oral (f receiving), mike has a big dick, handjob, unprotected p in v, nipple play, dacryphilia, no use of ‘y/n’, soft!dom reader, mean!dom reader, use of mommy (kinda), use of ma’am, mike is kinda pussy drunk, timestamps are unimportant, kinda slow burn, gets kinda fluffy at the end, implied aftercare.

— WC: 5.1k (I got carried away…)

— A/N: The winner of this poll. I fs got carried away lmaooo. Like, comment, n reblog! And don’t be shy to flood my asks, i don’t bite..always.

moonlitjane

I CAN’T HELP IT

michael jackson x female reader

━ SUMMARY: when a phone call with his producer cuts into your date night, you decide to take matters into your own hands or mouth

━ CONTENT: 18+, smut, cursing, giving michael a blowjob while he’s on the phone, established relationship, mike’s down bad what’s new, oral m & f receiving he eats it like it’s his last meal, lots of teasing, a tiny bit of jealous michael bc why not, unprotected sex!!! (not a good idea y’all be safe out there), creampie, switch michael supremacy, them fuckin on the living room couch….idk they’re young & in love leave them alone

━ AUTHOR’S NOTE: i implore you to imagine off the wall michael with this one… (post otw but pre thriller) he was pregnant with the lady in my life here. idk let’s just imagine he was an absolute freak in the sheets during this time, mans was topping charts & winning awards nobody could stop him

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