[syrndollie]

just a thought about Jaafar making you squirt on him and his new facial hair.

Jaafar and that facial hair has me overly going #needthat

(18+) oral & jaafar being a munch.

your shorts and panties were discarded somewhere in the living room, you were laid out on the sectional—your legs were being stretched past their limit as Jaafar pushed them back to your shoulders as he sloppily made out with your wet pussy. The sound of Jaafar lapping up your juices, his muffled groans, and your loud whines sounded straight from Twitter.

your body coated in a soft sheen of sweat, chest heaving like a madman as you attempted to push Jaafar’s head away, he pulled back enough to where you could feel his facial hair tickling you. “Stop running and let me eat.” You couldn’t even get your words out in time, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pushed his face back to your pussy, and continued to administer his assault. “J—a whine seeped from your lips. “‘s too much.”

Jaafar ignored your cries, lapping his tongue around your clit, adding light suction. The sensation sent tingles down your spine making your lower half jerk softly—a small amount of your slick dripped out of you, creating a small puddle, leaving a spot on the couch. A sharp gasp filled the room as you felt two of his long fingers slide deep in you, curling them, making them hit that spot. “Jaafarrr-fuck, feels good.” you moaned, lifting your head up slightly just to see Jaafar's eyes locked on you as if you were his prey, the dark feral look in his eyes made you feel weak, making your head drop back down and push him deeper into you—his facial hair now prickling at your skin, making you shudder at the feeling.

Jaafar unexpectedly added a third finger, angling his fingers even deeper, now pounding at your g-spot, and repeatedly flicking his tongue at your swollen clit—his movements made your mouth fall slack, a choked moan filled the room as your orgasm came crashing down on you making your legs shake harshly, leaving your toes curled tight as ever.

normally Jaafar would let you recover, easing up to let you calm down—fuck you were so wrong; Jaafar didn’t even flinch at your abrupt orgasm, he simply pushed your legs back further, now your trembling legs are at your ears, he buried himself deeper into your pussy, slurping up your release. Jaafar couldn’t help but be completely drunk off your pussy—muffled groans fell from his wet mouth like a waterfall, the lower half of his face completely drenched in your juices; he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching you completely fall apart from his deadly tongue and fingers.

you felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again, but this time it felt stronger, hotter—becoming hard to control. Your slick poured out profusely, your wet walls now clenching around his fingers; it felt like you couldn’t breathe as you let out short gasps, your hand gripped at Jaafar’s hair, yanking it harshly. “J—f-fuck, I gotta pee,” you whined out, knowing that pressure could pop at any moment. Jaafar pulled back just a little, his fingers still moving in and out of you constantly. “It’s not pee, baby.” A deep chuckle left Jaafar, and that sound sent a shiver down your spine, making your legs quiver a little harder.

“go ahead and make a mess on me.” He smiled at you, the hair on his face completely soaked and glistening. Jaafar bent back down giving your pussy a sloppy, wet kiss and with that one gesture—that pressure in your stomach finally gave way, you let out a loud sob that would give yall a noise complaint; your body locked up, the white of your eyes showing, and your toes balled up tight like a fist as small yet harsh gushes spurted out of you, soaking Jaafar’s fingers and his face. Gurgled and choked moans barely made it from your mouth as Jaafar took his thumb and played with your swollen nub, letting you ride out your high.

When you finally came to your senses, your body shivered as if you were dipped into ice cold water, your bottom half now wet and when you finally opened your eyes, the sight before you almost sent another orgasm rolling through you—Jaafar now sat up on his knees, three of his fingers in his mouth as he sucked them clean and his face all shiny from your cum and squirt, the hair on his face ten times more attractive.

Jaafar's eyes never left you once as he licked his fingers, once he pulled them out, a smirk crept on his face, noticing the way you were looking at him; as if he was reading your mind, he leaned down to kiss you. His other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he sloppily made out with you, teeth clashing together, swapping spit, and you tasting yourself on his lips made another whine seep through the nasty kiss.

He pulled back, a small string of spit connecting between the both of you, a small subtle grunt rumbled from Jaafar’s chest as he enjoyed the sight. Breathlessly he spoke

“guess I’m keeping the new look huh?”

wrote this and it’s almost 4:30am and half sleep. it was never supposed to be this long, if it don’t make sense, I’ll fix it; goodnight🌚

[barbiedollybabe]

surprised?

.ೃ࿔* thriller! michael x black! reader

ೃ࿔*summary- michael shows up uninvited & your girls end up finding him!

ೃ࿔*warnings - sorta stalker-ish mike.. lmao idk , no proofread bc im lazyyy nd its 2 am!!

august 18, 1983

your annual girls trip, celebrating the summers end was tomorrow! a tradition held since your college days. the rules were simple.

no phone calls (unless somebody's dying).

no work.

and most importantly.

no men.

usually the last one was easy. until michael, you would live in his skin if you could. whenever he had the time to see you he did. whether it was 1 short hour inbetween recordings or 2 uninterrupted weeks. that was nothing compared to the long months without seeing him.

this time around you hadnt seen him since late may. he had been preparing to tour with his brothers. during that time he called usually complaining about how this should’ve been his solo tour. hearing him cry over the phone was heart wrenching. all you wanted to do was be there, hold him, comfort him. you couldnt imagine all the stress he was going through, all you knew was you needed to be there.

finally the day came. michael finally having 3 days off from touring due to some crew falling ill. he called you.

“mama, im coming to see you! i come back tomorrow!” michael beamed. you should practically hear his smile through the phone.

you cheered just as excited, until you realized what tomorrow was.

“baby, thats really great! but do you remember that i was telling you about?” your voice timid. slowly you realized you technically only mentioned it once..vaguely.

“hmm, yeah i do. what do you like leave tomorrow?” he jokes. you sharply in your breath. giving him all the answer he needed.

“you do don’t you. gosh, don’t i feel silly.” he clears his throat. “well can’t i come?”

“baby..” you sighed “well… y’know, it’s girls only. it’s been like that since college.”

“i can be one of the girls.”

you let out a loud ugly laugh. “seriously? we’ll get you a wig and a dress and we can call you…michaela!”

“what? i’ll mind my business.” he shrugged.

“my goodness michael!” you still giggled slightly.

“i already know all the gossip since you told me. i can braid hair and wear pink!” michael sounding serious.

“mikey, thats not the point.”

he groaned dramatically. “your gonna be gone for 7 whole days!”

“we’ve gone way longer..” then the tone shifted. you knew michael always felt guilty about leaving you.

“i know its tradition.. i never want you to change that because of me..” he sighed. he wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty, he genuinely wanted to see you. the thought of that made your heart ache.

as the both of you wrapped the call up. you promised next time he came you’d spend it together, completely alone, following the same rules as your girls. well minus the no men apart.

august 19, 1983

you, nicolette,sheila, and renee began packing up the truck for the short trip to the coast. opting for a closer destination than usual. staying in a large rented beach house, so all 4 women can stay comfortably.

calling michael for the last time explaining where yall where staying, just in case and explaining the no phone call rule. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, sorta like you were blowing him off but he didnt see is as such. finally ending the call when you heard aruging outside.

sheila hollering at renee about why she needed 9 pairs of shoes for 7 days. and nicolette scrambling for her sunglasses. you shook your head missing the chaos your friends created. the dull ache never left, quietly wishing michael could be here, god knows he needed it too.

by the time you all arrived, the sun was dropping below the horizon. the warm sunset over the water, making you feel at peace. on the road the windows were down the whole time, conversations flowed as the songs from your younger days played.

a few days apart is nothing. you never thought twice about it, its the normal for you. but after months of only hear his voice, listening to his exhaustion, you realized how much you had missed him.

at the same time michael tried convincing himself that he could handle not being able to see you for a few days, he had survived months before. it was so tempting, hes only here for 3 days and you were only a few hours away. so quietly he devised a plan.

but this was your tradition, time with your friends and he couldn’t mess that up. the feeling of not being with you outweighed any guilty feelings. so naturally he called bill asking him to take him down to the coast. he would take himself if he could drive that far…

it was a little before midnight when he left, no fans outside the gate watching him leave. he told himself the whole way down, just one night, just long enough to surprise you.

he arrived closer to 1 am. having bill park at the end of the long drive way to not raise any suspicion. sadly, that went out the window.

renee slightly tipsy, stumbling her away outside to the car, laughing to herself. as she looked up she freezes, seeing him mid step to the front door. although she may have had a few drinks, it was no mistaking.

michael was here standing in the driveway, looking far too innocent for someone who was breaking the rules of the trip.

she stared at him. trying to understand why in the world michael jackson, her best friends boyfriend is here.

michael gave her a shy smile before speaking.

“please dont tell her im here..yet” his even quieter than usual.

renee should have told him to go home, that hes breaking the rules. but she knew how much you missed him, hell right before she left you where crying about how michael deserved to be there and if she was a shitty girlfriend. she was a sucker, michael was here to crash the trip, he missed you and you missed him. now she would be shitty friend if she had told him to go home.

“y’know she gonna fuss, right?” michael sheepishly grinned.

renee tapped her chin. “okay..you can stay under one condition.”

michael immediately perked up. “you gotta stay outta her away until we figure this out. and if she finds you before then you on your own..”

renee waved him inside, luckily everyone was up hanging your room.

“thank you.” he sighed

“dont thank me yet. you have 2 other people to convince.” renee shook her head.

“2…people..?” michael slowly asked.

she sighed. “ you think im making this decision myself?” she pointed at herself. “this is why men arent invited..”

speaking of the devil. sheila came down the stairs wondering why renee was taking so long.

“…now i know that ain’t” sheila said in a octave that was way to high for the situation.

“girl hush!”

sheila squinted her eyes. “so you let em’ in?”

“look at em’”

michael stood there, holding a small overnight bag. looking like he had been called to the principals office.

“you know you broke the number one rule?” sheila questions. he nods his head.

“i just.. wanted to see her.” sheila expression softened.

now you were passed out due to one too many glasses of wine.

nicolette headed down the stairs wondering why both renee and sheila weren’t upstairs. she questioned why he was here.. michael patiently waited as the 3 women quietly argued whether or michael should stay or leave. finally sheila speaks up.

“heres whats gonna happen.” he straightens up. “you’re gonna stay because she gonna worry about you all trip.” she holds up a finger. “but! she cannot know your are here.”

it wasnt that serious. they just thought it was hilarious and if you would know that he was here. they led him up to your room and he cracked the door open seeing your sleeping figure. it took everything in him to not to get that bed and cuddle with you. they shoo michael into his own room. not before explaining the plan..

august 20, 1983

the next afternoon you had booked a ‘brunch on a boat’. just a simple ride around the coast, bottomless mimosas, fresh fruit, and nowhere to be.

all 4 women packed into the truck, heading for the dock. as you all arrived, the ship’s captain waited at the medium sized yacht, greeting each woman. everyone dress in a cute bathing suit and cover-up. even spotting a few dolphins.

you’re about 4 mimosas in when realize comedically small boat, with 3 men on it. one vaguely looking michael and the other looking like bill, but it have couldnt been. your not even that drunk to be seeing thing that arent there…right? so your mind went to the next thing. pirates.

“nicolette.. i think pirates are trying rob us.” you stumble out. nicolette standing up looking over the railing. you look over railing and scream as the one looking like michael starts waving. causing the 2 other women to look over the railing as well.

“why is the pirate waving at us!” you voice extremely concerned. you really thought this was the end.

“if you wanna take anybody, take her!” renee shouts, pointing at you. you gasp looking betrayed. until you hear a familiar laugh. you look closer, now you know you aren’t seeing things.

“michael?!” you shout. he waves both arms. “yes, my love!” you let out a scream like the type scream you would from a lovesick teenage girl. michael and bill exit there dwarf boat onto yours.

your basically jumping into michaels arms as soon as he steps foot on the boat. “my baby!” you say excitedly. you slowly realize something.

“mikey… you’re breaking our number one rule.”

he rolls his eyes. “you all and these ‘rules’. if you really wanted to know they helped me break em’.” pointing at the 3 women. they were all shocked that michael really ratted them out. they fussed loudly at michael and michael playfully fussing back. you laughed at the chaos and not feeling guilty since michael was here enjoying it with you.

the mood settled. the small group sitting on the couch. you sat with michael legs thrown over his lap.

“so when d’ya get here?” you ask michael softly. playing with hair on his nape.

“last night..” you perked up, looking at him like you misheard him. “your friends helped me..” he grinned. “but you gotta stay quiet, they dont want you to know that they broke the rules.” the 3 other girls groaned.

“im never help you again michael.” renee says as the other 2 agree.

“liars..” michael snickered.

you laughed shaking your head, settling back in your seat. your just glad you finally got to see you mikey.

“maybe.. next year we all can make one exception in our rules…” you try. nicolette not having any of it, quickly shuts you down. you’ll ask again though..

michael stays until the next morning.

saying goodbye never got easier, but this time didnt sting as much. you had the whole rest of the week to spend with your girls. the same ones who allowed him to be there. maybe the number one rule was broken but you were definitely surprised!

in honor of me going on vacation next week!! also very inspired by girlfriends (currently my fav show)..

[invinor]

PECK FOR PECK

f!reader (first gf reader) / pre-otw michael (1978)

(lowercase INTENDED!) & not proofread ! fluff fluff and flufffff, michael simply can’t stop kissing you while he’s tipsy/drunk.

preview: after accidentally trying a little bit of alcohol from his older brothers, michael simply couldn’t stop kissing his pretty girl.

A/N: smoked, went on here, and saw someone post an idea to this so if it was you PLEASEEEE LMK!! bc i can’t find ur @ again n im losing my mind 😭😭 hope you guys enjoy this short lil thing tho !! (I GOT IT!! it was based on this post!!)

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the front yard lights from hayvenhurst flash from below michael’s bedroom as you quietly watch him, his brothers, and a few of their friends run across the path from their respective vehicles and towards the house.

the once silent environment now booming with laughter and loud chatter as you place your palm below your chin, still looking at the front yard from michael’s bed quietly and in peace. you spent the entire day doing some own work before heading over to michael’s place.

you had your own key after knowing the family for so long and being his girlfriend that you decided to spend the rest of your evening relaxing in his room, nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever while you waited for him to fully arrive back home from an event with his brothers.

you listen carefully to the sound of jermaine and tito laughing at something michael said before hearing more chatter echo through the house—the sound of loud footsteps going up the stairs and inching closer towards michael’s door before it cracks open to michael with a cheesy grin plastered over his lips.

as his eyes finally latch towards the sight of your body sprawled out over his bed comfortably, you fix yourself on the bed before smiling at him and leaning your head. “hi baby.” your voice gentle as michael stumbled a little to the edge, making your brows furrow at the sudden act.

“my pretty girl is hereeee!” his slender fingers gripping onto the comforters as he leans down and bounces up a bit with the bed. his afro covering his brows a bit more than usual as you watch his face more closely. michael giggles to himself as you continue to watch his mannerisms and the way his finger now tucks below the band of your bra suddenly.

“michael are you..?” he pouts his lip upwards before placing one finger over yours, catching you off guard before letting a smile crack. “sshhhh let me love you mama. i’ve missed ya.” at his words you laugh before letting your free hand come across his hair, pushing his fro up a bit up to touch his cheek.

michael’s skin was burning hot as his eyes were glossy, the flutter of his lashes now moving in a slow manner as his cheeks were dark in a crimson color—only visible by how close you got near his face. the scent of fruity liquor bouncing off of michael hits your nostrils momentarily as you wince at the sudden smell.

“did you… michael are you drunk?” your lips part a bit taken back as he moved away from your face before planting it into the bed comforters with a slight groan. slowly, you sit back up on the bed now crossing your legs together next to him before feeling michael’s palm come across your knee. the feeling so warm and soft as his face is still down towards the sheets while his palm now rubs across your skin slowly.

his fingers hot to the touch as they continue their soft rubbing against your skin. “michael?” your voice now laced with slight concern as you’ve never seen michael drunk before. you both knew eachother since your early teen years, being the innocent lil’ couple you both ended up to be—however the sight of him so intoxicated only made you worried yet also giggle at the sight.

“mhmm im here mama ‘m here..” michael mutters, still face planted over the bed as you let your hand rub the side of his face and letting him turn his head to now look at you. “i didn’t think you’d have that much fun tonight.” you laugh as you now place your hand over michael’s own, still over your bare knee.

michael watches as your hand wraps over his before he slowly lifts himself up with his elbow and leans in to place a soft kiss over your knuckles and soon after your knee. “i..did jus’ wish you were there.” michael continues to kiss your soft skin as you wrap your other hand behind him to touch his hair, letting your fingers curl over his fro before smoothing his back gently.

the feeling making michael melt like putty as he continues to slowly lift himself up. his lips never leaving your skin as it inches upwards towards your hip making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

following soon after a gentle peck placed on your hipbone as michael lifts himself more and kisses your ribcage, following the band of your top. “michael it..tickles!” your voice shaky as you giggle at michael’s lips still leaving random pecks across your thighs and lower stomach. his hands now pushing below the sheets and under your legs to feel your lower thighs over him and parting his face away from your skin to look up at you.

“lemme love you mama.”

“don’t you always?” you tease making michael kiss his teeth before shaking his head and placing another slow yet sweet kiss on your skin. “yeah but i wanna love you now specifically baby y’know…”

peck.

then another quietly.

and another till michael finally is fully up towards your chest. the necklace michael had gifted you awhile back hanging nicely against your sternum as michael pauses his kisses before sitting up now fully.

you carefully watch your drunk boyfriend tip over to his side a bit before letting his slender fingers touch the bottom of your necklace gently. the chain swirling around his finger carefully before michael leans back down and kisses the chain, then your collarbone, and soon after kisses the middle of your chest—the direct placement making you shiver. “may i?”

his voice is muttered and gentle across your body as you look down to face him. his brows scrunched up with his lips ready to kiss you once more as you nod slowly without speaking, soon seeing michael smile and kissing you like he’s never kissed you before.

michael places his lips now back towards your chest, placing perfectly over your heart as you shut your eyes at the sensation of his lips feeling so tender over you. “so beautiful.” kissing the base of your neck soon after—quickening his kisses with each spot he indulged in.

the soft touch of his palms on your sides making your body warm with the mix of his wet sweet kisses all over. “michael…” more pecks placed on your skin as michael reaches soon the side of your face. your giggles softly echoing through the room under your breath as he continues.

“god i love you.” his mouth close to the shell of your ear, feeling his breath trickle down as you let your hands find his pants with a gentle grip. mouth parted at the feeling as you keep your eyes shut enjoying the moment. michael continues his small pecks before suddenly pushing your back towards the bed carefully.

hair now sprawling against the pillows as michael kisses the arch of your brow, the bridge of your nose, and lastly the corner of your eye—feeling your lashes flutter closely against him as you giggle at the sudden feeling of his lips kissing an area he’s never kissed before.

once your eyes snap back open, michael smiles down at you before placing his lips finally over your own. the sweet taste of cherry swirling from his tongue at the heavy liquor as you let out a soft moan from the taste you’re indulging.

michael suddenly pulls back watching you before smoothing his palms up your body and close towards your lower boob, grasping your side. “so in love with you.”

“and i love you.”

at your words, michael shuts his eyes before shaking his head and sighing out loud. before you could open your mouth to speak another word, you’re caught off guard with michael placing his lips on yours again and kissing your cheeks and temple. “can’t…stop you’re jus—god please.” his silent beg towards the ceiling making you smile as he suddenly attacks you with more kisses, never getting tired of feeling you against him.

“michael! too… much! i—oh my gosh!” you giggle now feeling light as you gently try to push him away jokingly, only to fail miserably at michael’s hands grabbing your own and placing them over your head. “girl stop you’re jus’ all mines i have to kiss you.” you continue giggling with your failed fighting attempts as michael doesn’t stop giving you more pecks, making his lips hit every free spot on your body.

enjoying every bit of his lips over your skin as he made sure you felt his love on every inch of your body, feeling you let yourself loose at his touch so perfectly amongst his.

because for michael, kissing you wasn’t simply JUST kissing you—it was something that made him feel so blessed, so loved, and so wanted and he’d be crazy to never let you feel it even if it’s for a split second.

[kissmyglxck]

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♯ Jermajesty Jackson x OFmodelgf!reader

੭﹕﹒ different scenarios when you two have texted each other “wyd?”

kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3

Just a lil something until I finish this Michael fic..🧍🏽‍♀️

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[japinesedenim]

You and Michael are so toxic together.

It didn’t start that way, of course. In the beginning, it was all soft laughs in the back of dark recording studios, late night phone calls where his voice dropped to a shy whisper, and gentle fingers tracing your jaw like you were made of glass. He was attentive. He was sweet. He made you feel like the only person in his crowded, chaotic world.

But sweetness was just the bait.

It didn't take long for the sugar to turn into poison. The gentle touches turned into tight, possessive grips on your waist whenever another man stepped too close. The sweet phone calls turned into rapid fire interrogation sessions if you didn't answer on the second ring. You gave it right back, testing his limits, pushing his buttons just to see his quiet composure break into a fiery, jealous mess. You loved knowing you had that power over him, and he loved driving you to the edge of sanity just to pull you back in.

You and Michael are soo toxic together.

The real shift happened the night he decided to test how far he could push you. After an intensely intimate night where he held you close, whispering promises of forever into your skin, Michael went completely dark.

One day turned into three, then a week, then three whole fucking weeks of absolute silence. Your calls went straight to voicemail, and his security team blocked you at the gates of the estate with practiced, cold polite excuses. You damn bear sent a Goddamn letter attached to a pigeon just to reach him. You were losing your mind, pacing the floors of your apartment, sick to your stomach.

And then came the knockout blow.

You were sitting in the dark, the glow of the TV illuminating the room, when the news broke. High definition footage flashed across the screen: Michael at an exclusive club afterparty in Los Angeles. And right beside him, practically glued to his hip, was her— Ola. the exact female he knew you despised, the one who’d been publicly throwing herself at him for months.

Michael wasn't hiding from the cameras. He was leaning into her neck, laughing at something she said, his hand resting low and firm on the small of her back. Right as the flashbulbs went off, he looked directly down the lens of the camera. He knew you were watching. It wasn't an accident; no, it was a cold, calculated punishment designed to tear your mind apart.

You and Michael are sooo toxic together.

Blinded by an icy hot mixture of rage, humiliation, and pure spite, you drove straight to the family property. You didn't care who saw you. You just wanted to burn his world to the ground.

Michael wasn't there.

But Jackie was.

Jackie was in the lounge, working on some music, completely unprepared for you to storm in looking like a gorgeous, dangerous storm. You didn't give him a chance to ask what was wrong. You walked straight up to him, the scent of your perfume overwhelming the quiet room, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down into a harsh, desperate kiss.

Jackie gasped against your mouth, his hands flying up to your shoulders to push you back, his eyes wide with shock. "Y/N—wait—what are you doing?" he managed to choke out, his voice laced with panic. "Shit, Y/N, we can't... Mike’s my baby brother, man, he’ll kill me, we can't—"

"Jackie," you whispered against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck and sliding your leg up his hip. You shushed him softly, murmuring right into his ear, "It's okay... just shut up and hold me."

Jackie groaned, his resolve (that barely existed in the first place) crumbling under the sheer weight of your persistence and the suffocating tension in the room. He didn't fight, he couldn't, his hands drop to your waist, pulling you flush against his crotch as he gave in, the betrayal sealed in the shadows of the shared home.

You and Michael are soooo toxic together.

When Michael found out, the world stopped spinning. He didn't call you to break up. He didn't send his lawyers. He showed up at your apartment like a phantom in the middle of the night, slamming the front door shut so hard the glass rattled in the frames, locking it behind him with a deafening click.

"You slept with my brother?!" Michael screamed, his voice cracking, his face flushed with a terrifying, raw rage you had never seen before. "My own fucking brother, Y/N?!"

"Oh, now you wanna talk to me?!" you yelled right back, stepping straight into his space, chest to chest, glaring up at him with tear stained eyes. "You ghost me for three fucking weeks and then parade that bitch around town for the whole world to see?!"

"So you go and give yourself to Jackie?!" he roared, grabbing a glass off the table and shattering it against the far wall. "I loved you! I gave you everything! And you destroy my family over a damn photo?!"

"You did this to yourself!" you shrieked, shoving him back with all your weight. "You play these sick, twisted ass mind games with me, Michael! You wanted a reaction? You got one! How does it feel?! Tell me how it fucking feels!"

"You're sick!" he yelled, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "You're fucking insane, Y/N!"

"I'm insane?! You made me like this!" you screamed, your fists grabbing the front of his jacket, pulling him down to your level. "You pushed me! Don't you dare act like the victim here!"

The shouting match was breathless, vicious, and deafening, both of you tearing into every vulnerability, every lie, and every insecurity until there was nothing left to bleed. But as you stood there, gasping for air, chest heaving against chest, the hatred in his eyes twisted into something dark, feverish, and… hungry.

Without another word, Michael's hand shot out, catching you by the back of the neck and shoving you against the wall, slamming his mouth onto yours in a brutal, desperate kiss. You bit his lip until you tasted copper, pulling his hair, fighting him and clinging to him all at once as the argument dissolved into frantic sex.

Afterward, as you both lay tangled in the dark, gasping for breath, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead, Michael rolled over and pinned you down. His hand wrapped tight around your jaw—not soft, but possessive, leaving no room for escape.

"You think you're getting away from me after this?" he whispered, his dark eyes gleaming with an eerie, unhinged certainty. "You think you can ruin me and just walk away? No. You're stuck with me forever."

He reached into his jacket pocket on the floor, pulling out a heavy velvet box, and slid a massive, blinding diamond ring onto your finger. It wasn't a proposal. It was more of a sentence.

You and Michael are SO fucking toxic together.

The wedding was the event of the century. Millions of dollars poured into every detail—a grand cathedral smothered in thousands of rare white roses, camera flashes strobing outside, high society guests and royalty filling the pews. You looked like an absolute vision walking down the long, carpeted aisle in a custom lace gown, a picture of pure, angelic elegance.

Michael stood at the altar in a tailored black suit, looking every bit the pristine, flawless superstar the world believed him to be. As your father placed your hand in his, Michael took your fingers, his grip tight enough to bruise. He smiled brilliantly for the cameras, bowing his head gracefully as the priest began the vows.

"Do you, Michael, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife..."

Michael leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear under the cover of your veil. Beneath his dazzling, camera-ready smile, his voice was a razor sharp whisper. "If you ever look at another man again, I swear to God I'll ruin your life."

You didn't flinch. You turned your head slightly, your own angelic smile fixed firmly toward him, and whispered right back into the quiet air between you. "We'll go down together, husband."

"I do," Michael said aloud, his voice rich and clear, echoing through the cathedral.

"I do," you echoed, locking your gaze with his dark, possessive eyes.

The crowd erupted into applause as he pulled you in, claiming your lips in a long, dramatic kiss for the world to see—two ruined people tied eternally together forever in a golden, beautiful cage.

just a cute lil thought

[miraclegreenelixr]

Do you write smut? Because I feel like elder!Michael x elder!reader would have a TIMEEEE even in their old age

DO I WRITE SMUTTTT? It’s my middle name actually 🤓😭 please keep the requests comin’! Here’s what I think reader and Michael would get into…

Keep Icy Hot in the closet. (18+)

Elder Michael Jackson x Elder black woman reader

18+

WC: 4K+

MDNI EVER…please and thank you.

Content: smuttttt. Michael attempts to spice things up in the bedroom, in your older ages of 49 and 51. Whipped cream, (low-fat, ' cause Mike stay watchin' his figure), tip penetration, Michael poppin’ you on your cookie, handcuffs, Michael calling your pussy, ‘cookie’. You and Michael ride out your violent orgasm til you both cramp up…. Icy hot in tha buildinnnn

“You don’t think it might be a bit late to be watchin’ our videos, Michael?” Your voice was light, barely loud enough for him to hear you over the music. You agreed to Michael that you would spend a little more intimate time with him after you’d been so preoccupied with the kids and their extracurricular activities.

Tiana in music club, Brandon in basketball, Junior preparing for football season, Mari going into Space Camp, and finally, Jasmine going into cheerleading. It’s been a lot more than you could handle, and Michael wanted so badly to be more present, but he had to be out on the road for press tours and charity events. He promised that it was all for you and his babies; he clearly wanted to make it up to you. You gave Michael the creative freedom to plan what you two would be doing tonight, but you might be regretting it.

“I don’t think it’s ever too late, Mrs. Jackson. It could be the break of dawn, and I wouldn’t ever get tired of seein’ you.” Michael smirked at you after briskly pressing play on the remote. The beginning of the song- those familiar chords initiated. That alluring voice of yours from your youth lifted above the melody:

“There’s something I have to say to you. If you promise you’ll understand. I cannot contain myself when I’m in your presence. I’m so humble. Just touch me. Don’t hide our love. Woman to man.”

Your hands shot up to cover your face in embarrassment after listening to your own declaration of desire for him. Your cheeks burned into a pink hue, blushing adorably. A playful chortle slipped from his lips, high-pitched and soft. Weightless as always, but always affected you. His large and soft palms raised up to your delicate hands, pulling them down gently from your face, uncovering a hesitant smile that was smeared across your face. When he saw your face once again, he was met with your unsuccessful attempt at stopping a smile before it stretched across your lips.

“Why you coverin’ your face from me, Mama? Come on… You promised you’d watch this with me…” He giggled at your bashful reaction to your unapologetic yearning in the song. That same declaration you gave him behind closed doors all those years ago. You grew up so much from that point in time, becoming a little reserved in your older age. Times like these made you wish you were young and free again. When you could be as open with your feelings of intimacy as you wanted, people would just call it growing pains. Now, you had to set those feelings aside in order to put your family first.

“‘Cause, Michael… It’s embarrassin’. I don’t want to be reminded of our dirty dancin’ from when I was…God, I couldn’t be more than twenty-one.” You released a breathy chuckle, your eyes focusing on your image on the video. Those lines of yours were…perfect. When Michael stood up from the bed, you watched him intently.

“Michael? Where you goin’, huh?” Your eyes never left his body as he elegantly graced your bedroom. As he walked, you noticed that silk press sway in the air; you had to sit back and just admire him. He opened up the double doors of the walk-in closet, wandering inside and fiddling with the contents inside. “Hold on, baby. I’ll be right back. Just wait and watch how pretty you look on the screen.”

“Oh, c’mon Michael. I don’t wanna be reminded of how tight and fit I was… now I’m-..” You watched yourself on the screen just as Michael asked. You spoke back to him, not feeling the best about seeing your young self on the screen, but your husband stopped you promptly. Before you could say anything remotely negative about yourself.

Once your husband finally emerged from that huge closet, his hands were glued behind his back. “Now, you just stop right there. That woman up there… this woman in front of me is my wife. You are still incredibly irresistible. I know I can’t resist ya.” You could hear the sound of metal clashing, almost like the sound of chains. A mischievous grin was plastered across his face, that cheeky closed-mouth smile where his teeth were begging to be showcased. But he managed to hold back. He noticed that nervous look on your face upon hearing those chains. “You heard that didn’t you, mama? It’s okay, you don’t gotta be scared…”

“Whatchu got behind your back, Michael?”

“It’s okay… just relax… Just wanna try somethin’ I saw on uh… HBO.”

You laughed, throwing your head back in surprise at his answer. He dropped his shoulders and rolled his eyes at you. You could tell he was growing a bit frustrated at you not taking him seriously as he was taking this. You always did play too much when it was just you and him. Made you feel like a girl again.

“Real mature, baby…” Michael grumbled.

Your hands slid down to your stomach, grabbing at your sides, feeling them splitting because you knew exactly what he’d been watching in his free time.

“HBO, Michael? You been sneak watchin’ ‘Real Sex,’ haven’t ya? I thought I put a block on that channel.”

“Maybe you ain’t blocked it good enough... but there’s some good stuff on there… I just wanna show you somethin’. Just take me serious. I promise you won’t regret it…”

Michael got closer to you; his hands still glued to his back, he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. That gentle sound of metal clashing against each other caught your attention once again, but you, nonetheless, leaned into Michael’s sweet kiss.

“Mm-… fine. Just because we old now don’t mean we gotta be all serious all the time, bae. But you not gonna tell me what you got behind your back?” You probed once again, and your husband shook his head, waving that silk press from side-to-side. A gentle chuckle escaped his lips upon seeing how curious you were. “Go ahead and close your eyes. Go ahead. And no peeking! I can tell when you are. I’ll do better than tell ya… I’ll show ya.”

You reluctantly closed your eyes, squeezing them tight. There was no use in arguing with him; you were just going to give in anyway. He had that talent to him; there was no such thing as rejecting Michael. He was so alluring that you had the damnedest time saying “NO”.

Once Michael saw that your eyes were closed securely, he crept closer to you, gently pushing you down on the bed. His fingertips brushed against your chest, slowly pushing you down. Your body carefully rolled back onto the plush mattress, a few giggles escaping from your lips as you felt Michael pushing you down.

You felt his large hands gripping onto your wrists, pulling you up closer to the grand headboard he had custom-made. Michael’s hands were soon replaced with the cool steel of handcuffs, his hands clasped onto your wrists, making sure the cuffs were on good and tight. Your eyes instantly flew open upon feelin’ that cold metal wrapped around your flesh. “Mi-…Michael! I know you didn’t-…”

Your mouth flew open, knowing it was a wrap. This was Michael’s fantasy. Him having his way with you, not the other way around as it had been for the past twenty years.

“I did… C’mon, you won’t regret it. I’ll make it feel so good f’ you. Just relax, okay?”

“Okay, Michael, fine. What’s our safe word this time, huh?”

“Let’s make it… PYT. You got that?” You gave your husband a silent confirmation, nodding lightly at his safe word he had set for you both. You finally looked above your head, seeing your hands clasped together. You were completely vulnerable; not only that, but nervous. You hadn’t been in a position like this since trying for your first child on your honeymoon. Over twenty years ago. Right now, Michael was lovin’ every bit of it; seeing you practically under his mercy, it was a breath of fresh air. Something new and unfamiliar. He wanted to get as familiar as possible.

“You look perfect, y’know? Just like that… so maturely beautiful. It’s makin’ me real excited.”

“Mm-… stop it, Michael.” You could tell Michael still had something hidden behind him, resting on the nightstand. His body stayed in front of the nightstand, doing a horrible job of concealing the large family-size bottle of low-fat Cool Whip that you were able to catch in the corner of your eye. Your eyes flickered over to Michael as he reached for the remote that rested on the nightstand, rewinding the video once again of In The Closet. You playfully rolled your eyes as Michael came close to you, nervously chuckling as he invaded your space. His fingertips fiddled over the hem of your muu-muu, gently pulling it up over your thighs. The cool air started to hit the warm meeting of your thighs; a slight hiss escaped your lips as you raised your legs upon feeling the air.

“Now, just watch us on the TV. And relax. Don’t we look s’ good together?”

“I-… at least I know I do.” You teased. Michael laughed and threw his head back, playfully nudging at your shoulder.

Michael’s hand sauntered itself up your body. Allowing his elegant fingertips to trace against the fabric of your nightgown, getting the excuse to feel over your mature curves. Your beautiful, evolved, and curvy matured body Michael so desperately wanted to lay eyes on. His hand found its way up to your face; his warm palm rested under your jaw, holding it so you would look closely at the video. Michael crouched down beside the bed, whispering against the side of your neck.

“You got me in so much trouble behind the scenes that day. You remember? Gave me such a hard-on on the set. Had to re-shoot three times… Gosh, I was so embarrassed. You were so bad.” His voice deepened, vibrating against your skin. His warm breath made you twist your neck in his direction, feeling that familiar tingling sensation between your legs.

You two, dancing so close, a deep and breathy chuckle escaped Michael’s lips as he reminisced. He turned his head towards the TV, watching the video, focusin’ on your grinding, those hips of yours bucking into Michael’s. You remember that day like it was yesterday… him meeting you after the filming, cornering you and not letting you leave until he got a kiss on the cheek from you. He was so shy. It was adorable.

You chuckled at Michael’s honesty as you stared at the tv, thinking about those sexy, although tense days on the set. How sexually frustrated you both were. How bad you needed each other. “I remember… I-uh… went back to my room…thought about how close we were dancing. Feelin’ you through those slacks you were wearin’… I touched myself to you that whole night… came three times. All to you, Michael.” You admitted, muttering out of the side of your mouth. Michael released another deep and breathy chuckle as he stared at the TV, mouthing his lyrics as he listened to you recalling your own side of the story.

“Oh yeah? You did, huh? I’ll bet all those memories of you climaxin’ to me are coming right back to you, aren’t they?”

“I hate to admit it, but… mhm. gettin’ real turned on watchin this. They don’t make videos like this anymore…”

Michael let go of your jaw, seeing as you didn’t need help anymore to stare at the video; you seemed to not get enough of watching. You didn’t dare look away, not wanting to miss anything. While you were distracted, Michael’s fingers pulled the hem of your nightgown back up, allowing the hem to rest against your stomach. Michael stared at your thick and warm thighs; your golden brown skin shone in his big brown Bambi eyes. His fingertips traced around the outline of your slit, resting in your black lace panties.

“She wants to give it, yeah…. she wants to give it…” Michael playfully sang along with the video to you, keeping his middle and index finger focused on your crotch, teasingly caressing your puffy pussy. “Spread your legs a bit more… more… more… that’s good, mama. That’s good..” He coached to you, watching you move your thighs a bit wider outward.

His hands started to trail towards the side of your panties; his fingertips pulled them to the side, looking down at the sticky mess. The material of your panties stuck to the wetness of your pussy lips, and Michael took notice. He giggled and peeked down at the mess in between your legs. The aching between your legs grew harder and harder to ignore. This caused you to yank at the handcuffs, desperately needing to take care of your sexual frustration.

“D-Damn it, Michael… It’s not funny..”

“Aw, you’re so wet. Look atchu… Who’s laughin’ now? Hm? Not so funny anymore, is it?” He giggled as he let go of the side of your panties, allowing you to just seethe in your sexual frustration. Your clit started to ache, feeling your heartbeat in between your legs. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you turned away from the TV, squeezing your legs tightly together, trying to remove the pressure from your frustration.

“Ah-Ah! Keep watchin’ the video. Don’t stop. Or I really won’t take care of you. You hear?”

“Yes, Michael. I’m watchin’… promise..” Your eyes fluttered back over to the TV; your husband followed your eyes closely, making sure you were focusing. “See? I’m watchin’..” He nodded at you and stood up straight once again, sauntering back towards the nightstand, slowly pulling the Cool Whip off of the flat surface.

“You know why I’m makin’ you watch our video? You know what today is, mama?”

“I really haven’t the slightest idea, Michael… what is it?” His lips curled into a smirk; his eyes paid close attention to your own eyes staring deeply at the In The Closet video. He wanted to make sure you were keepin’ your promise. “You get one guess… get the guess wrong… I’ll give you a little pop on your cookie… you understand?” You nervously chuckled once again; Michael popped you a little on your thigh, feeling them tense up close again.

“I-Is it… did I forget one of your brother’s birthdays? Oh shit, It’s Marlon’s birthday, isn’t it?”

“mm-mm.” Michael hummed, his voice vibrating at the back of his throat. Unexpectedly, you were served a swift pop on your puffy cookie; Michael’s firm hand gave you a gentle strike, leaning in and gifting you a slow kiss on your forehead. Soothing the pain of the pop, allowing the kiss to linger. “Wrong… It’s the anniversary of our video, silly… exactly twenty years ago today, we premiered it…”

“Ah-… God… dammit, I’m sorry, Mike. Please just-… take it easy…” You hissed. Although, that pop excited you. Just a bit.

“Should I…? Keep your eyes on the TV, please?” Michael snapped his fingers, making you stare back at the TV, the part in the video where you were constantly stroking your body, gyrating, all while Michael danced beside you, singing his heart out in the song. When you turned your attention back to the TV once more, Michael slowly pulled your tight, sticky panties off of your body, for a brief moment getting stuck at your juicy thighs.

He had to push your legs closed to get them completely off. Once your panties were gone, thrown across the room, he adjusted himself, slinking down onto the bed, lying in between your legs. He was finally met with your pretty pussy, in the flesh. His cheeks grew a bit flushed upon feeling the warmth from her hitting his face. You were incredibly needy, getting used to this domineering version of Michael. He leaned into your thighs, planting fluttering kisses against your sensitive flesh. His eyes closed as his large hands found themselves gripping on your thighs, holding them tightly. All so he could get that easy access to please you.

“Come on, Michael… We too grown for these teasin’ games.. Just-… Just taste it…”

“Never too old for foreplay. It builds tension… You should know that better than anyone… all that tension is how we got five kids, isn’t it?” You gave Michael a nod and smile, keeping your eyes on the TV as you promised, feeling those warm kisses your husband was planting. The kisses started to move closer, further to your crotch. His kisses finally made their way to your dripping cunt. A relieved sigh escaped from the depths of your soul. You needed this. Badly. His kisses grew deeper, planting open-mouth kisses against your clit. He could feel your clit twitching against his lip as he kissed it.

“Mm… after all these years… she still behaves so good.” After the third kiss, you could feel the tip of his tongue teasing the head of your clit, circling your love button. He pushed his face deeper against your slit, inhaling your sexy pheromones that turned him on so much. Suddenly, he pulled away from your pussy, grabbing the cold Cool Whip from the side of the bed, shaking it up. Michael swiftly opened up the top, spurting some of the whipped cream over your clit, watching his dessert, salivating.

He was so ready to taste you, even now with this whipped cream on you. You would whine, feeling that cold cream hit your pussy. He opened his mouth, flicking his thick tongue over your aching button, wiping that sugary dessert off your private parts. His lips clung to your clit, sucking in your pink flesh, keeping those large warm hands on either side of your thigh, caressing them slowly.

You would spread your legs out of instinct, still not looking away from your music video of you and Michael. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair so bad, coach him, and show him how good he was doing. But it was no use. You yanked at the handcuffs; they didn’t budge not one bit. You groaned in frustration at not being able to touch him, but he was doing so damn good. His tongue circled your throbbing love button again while it was still sucked in between his lips.

“Ah-.. Mi-… Damn, Michael…” You sucked air in between your teeth before hearing your clit pop out of Michael’s mouth. His tongue trailed itself down to your slit, lapping up any sweet wetness you were still producing as he ate you. He started to hum along with the music, adding vibrations to you being eaten, sending those vibrations up your spine. “Mm-hmm…” His tongue flattened itself, making sure to collect all of your delicious nectar. His thick tongue started to thrust itself in…. then out… in…out of your pussy.

He was able to really taste you better that way. The large bulge that was sitting in his pajama pants was crazy. He couldn’t help but push his hand down between his legs, occasionally stroking at his length. He emitted a low groan, feeling pre-cum leaking out of his tip from the friction he dealt to himself. He couldn’t focus on himself right now, though, only you.

“I wish you could feel me right now… Your cookie tastes so good….I could do this all day… roll those hips on my tongue… use me.” You didn’t need to be told twice; those hips started to roll, quickly. His tongue stuck open wide, extending his head up and down over your slit, moving his tongue deeper inside your pussy lips. His index and middle fingers found themselves rubbing steadily over your clit, keeping a steady pace. He kept his tongue flattened, widening it to fill you more. He let out deep groans, his warm breath warming up your entire body. Michael’s free hand was stroking himself as he pleased you, thrusting and rolling his hips unapologetically into his hand. No longer shy to show how primal you made him feel.

You tugged at the handcuffs, wanting so much more than to just pinch and roll your nipples in between your fingers, but you were quickly snapped out of that reality once again. You didn’t want to use the safe word, though. Not wanting this to end. His thick fingers focused on your pretty clitoris, making you arch your back, rest your feet down on the bed, and bend your legs. Michael moved his fingers from your clit, finally pulling away from your dripping hole, spitting your own wetness back onto her.

His index and middle finger slowly traced over your slit, seeing how your body was reacting. “Mm-… take ‘em… show me how bad you wanted this-… Still look so pretty takin’ it…” Michael uttered under his breath as he grabbed the Cool Whip that rested beside you, pushing his forefinger deep inside your pussy, thrusting it deep. Allowing you to feel that familiar pressure you’ve been hungry for. His free hand spurted whipped cream over your breasts, covering your nipples in the cold, weightless, non-fat cream.

He gradually lapped up the white cream; every once in a while, you could feel the tip of his warm tongue hitting the very tip of your protruding nipples, showcasing just how turned on you were. All while those fingers of his were pumping in and out. That lewd sticky sound filled the room. You couldn’t even watch the video at this point, getting cross-eyed from how good this felt. “S’ fuckin’… G-…”

“Oh… I thought we were old now? We too old to use our words?” Michael teased, keeping a steady thrust of his finger. He started to come up close to you, kneeling in between your legs. He sat on his knees, pushing his pants down, just below his heavy package. Michael slapped his thick, warm meat square against your pussy, peeking up at you from between his lashes.

“Just… the tip. Okay?” You gave Michael a silent confirmation, nodding as he insisted on just pushing that tip of his in and out. He angled himself to ease his thick tip in and out of your needy pussy. Each time he slid all the way out, a slight ‘pop’ from your wetness filled the room. “Missed this… Missed you…” He murmured, beginning to thrust just his tip more; he collected saliva in his mouth, puckering his lips, spitting out onto your cunt. His main three fingers went back to keeping a tight and focused circle around the area above your clit as he pushed his tip inside you, needing you to release.

“Come on…cum on me… make a mess… better yet, cum to our video, pretty baby. That pretty cookie feels so g-good…”

“H-Here… She’s…ah-…” You purred, yanking erratically at the handcuffs, losing control of your body at this point. Your back seized on you from tensing it for too long, and you gasped deeply at feeling another sensation. “Oh, Mama… I’m about to… to-… Ah-.. Ah-.. Charley H-Horse!” Michael threw his head back, giving you one last thrust before he pulled out of your addicting pussy, ejaculating all over the outside of your plump lips.

Your husband made sure to stroke every little bit of cum he had inside of him, pulling all of it out to the surface. He groaned deeply, chuckling in embarrassment of his old legs givin’ up on him. He still coated your pretty cookie with his own cream, painting you and spreading his sexy mess all over your slit. “Mama-… mmm… I love you s’ much… S-.. Sorry for crampin’ up on ya~..”

“I love you too… I really do… That was so good, Michael. You want me to massage it, baby love?”

“That sounds great… it’s still s-sore…” Michael hissed between his teeth, still trying to self soothe his leg. Feeling his muscles twist in knots.

Michael leaned up to plant a deep kiss against your lips, giggling against you, still embarrassed of his sudden cramping up. “we needed that… dealin’ with all them kids…”

“Hey! You wanted them kids, don’t deny it.”

You kissed Michael back desperately, smiling within the kiss. “Oh, god… I hate to admit this… but… I have a huge cramp right now…Um… PYT?” Michael couldn’t even breathe after his orgasm before you called out the safe word, yanking at those cuffs so that you could get out, quickly.

“Oh lord. Not you too. Hold on baby..” Michael chuckled loudly against your lips, pulling away from you slowly. He pushed his hands into his pockets, fishing for the key that he dropped inside. “Just one second.”

You might have bitten off more than you could chew in your older age. Cramps ran rampant when you and Michael got intimate; if it wasn’t Michael getting the cramp, it was you. Always a gamble. This time, it had to be both of you. Michael finally found the key and leaned up to your hands, unlocking those cuffs so that you could relax your arms and Michael could take care of the Charley horse you both had nagging at your bodies.

“Gah, this is so embarrassing… I hope we still got some Icy Hot in the closet…” You whispered to Michael, joking with him. Alluding to the song as well. He rolled his eyes at the flat joke you made, shaking his head.

“Maybe leave the jokes to Chris, baby.”

“You a hater in your old age, Y’know that?” You said to Michael, plopping your head down on the bed, decompressing from your much-needed orgasm as Michael stood up from the bed, his pajama pants hanging off his hips. He limped across the side of the room, groaning from his thigh lockin’ up. He finally got to where you both kept it. Michael dug around in the desk drawer, searchin for the big tube of Icy Hot. He swiftly pulled it from the drawer, presenting it to you.

“Today’s our lucky day! Just enough for both of us!”

“Thank the lordt!”

Tag-list: @bennybutterflies

[ladyinhislife]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 !

646 wc )) 70s! photographer! michael jackson x f! reader )) fluffy headcannons a lil suggestive towards the end est. relationship

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who is very strict about his camera. That’s his baby, and he’ll be damned if someone were to misuse or even drop it! The only person besides himself who is allowed to even hold it is you. One time he caught Randy trying sneak a pix with his camera, and jokes on his dear brother it wasn’t even loaded (not like he’d bother to check). Michael wasted no time gracefully snatching his camera before storming off.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who has his own personal dark room. The walls are strung with drying prints and contact sheets, he has stations of enlargers lined up, a cabinets full of packaged film and various photographic papers. He has trays of developer, stop bath, hypo clear and all that jazz in the sink, measured and evenly spaced out.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 looooves taking pictures of you. You’re his muse. Sometimes it may be a little invading… considering he’ll seize the opportunity to snap a quick flick of his favorite girl, but he means no harm! Staring out the window in the backseat of the tour bus? Click! Fresh from the shower wrapped in a robe with wet hair? Click! Eating a late breakfast? Click! “Michael, I’m eating,” you’d giggle behind a cupped hand. He only lean closer, thumbing at shutter release and mumbling, “just keep doin’ what you’re doin’…”

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who carries his camera everywhereee. He has hundreds of prints ranging from sight seeing on a walk to backstage on tour.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who frames his images. In the hallways of his Hayvenhurst home there are prints of the family, ranging from “professional portraits” to “family moments”. And of course he has images of you (and his animals) in his room, framed or not. And boy there are a lot of pictures of you.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 loves to scrapbook. He enjoys cutting up his photographs or test strips, pasting them onto colorful pages with stickers and little charms you gave him from your own collection. His scrapbook not only reflects his emotions, interests, but his relationship with you. Coming home from a movie date night? He saved both of your tickets and glued them onto the page, as well as a torn, red and blue striped popcorn bag, the label cut from your M&Ms, and of course, an image of you standing in front of the theater. If you thought Michael was an environmentalist, this took him to a whole new level. You had to convince him to throw away a paper cup because he wanted to take it home and cut off the label to glue into his scrapbook.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who rarely published his work. He was known for his music, but also admired for his beautiful photography. He didn’t see his prints as another money source, but another way to produce his art and show it to the world, showing them what else he is capable of, what else he enjoys.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who is committed to the bit. He’d hang upside from a tree if it meant to get the perfect shot, or sit in the hot sun so his cyanotype can develop. He’d camp behind bushes or stalk the walls if he meant he got that candid shot of his animals. You could be sitting at your vanity, doing a touch up or simply styling your hair, and you’d spot him in the mirror, huddled against your hall or peeking his head from your doorframe. At first it startled you, and all he said was “pretend I’m not even here...” You got used to it over time.

˖°📷 ༘ 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑! 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 who has to whip out that “dirty” photo when he’s missing you extra on tour, or when you’re away and he won’t see you for weeks. And to be honest, this applies to all eras.

[deetheangel3]

man i woulda did jerm just like enid did his uncle 😭 fytb!!!

def would’ve took him through there.

i still need that tho 🫣🤫🤭

[coming4thetruth]

welp if anything this is probably giving some people inspo for their next toxic!jermajesty fic

[coming4thetruth]

if i looked like jermajesty id be doing the same thing he's doing if im being honest

id be messaging everybodyyy

[doeeyedbarbie]

so will rostergate be affecting any fanfics coming out soon or…

[pinkaronii]

CAMERA SHY

ᯓ brandi jackson x plussize!reader ➤

synopsis : you want to try something new, but your wife is too shy until she finally gives in.

for my sweet baby @cinnamoncunt

cw : strap (r receiving), oral sex (b receiving), recorded sex, reader coaxs her through it.

— ᢉ𐭩 .ᐟ enjoy!

you'd been asking all week. every night before bed, even that one time in the grocery store when she was picking out cereal. “come on, baby. just once. it could be fun. it might even help you relax a little, you know?“

brandi had given you the same answer every time, her cheeks flushing that particular shade of pink. “not happening”she'd say, shaking her head and going back to whatever she was doing, like the conversation was closed.

but this morning had been different. you'd woken up to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, that little pink camera you'd bought months ago turning over and over in her hands.

she'd looked at you with those soft brown eyes, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and said quietly, “okay,we can try.”

you'd nearly fallen out of bed.

now she's here, back pressed against the headboard, you breath coming in short gasps as you move above her. her hands grip your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, guiding you in slow, deliberate movements.

“feels good mama?” she breathes, rolling your hips the way she likes, feeling the toy inside you shift with each movement.

“y-yeah” you whisper, “yeah, just like that.”

you lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of her head, changing the angle. you eyes flutter closed and her grip on you tightens, pulling you down harder now, a little more insistent.

"look at me," she murmurs, and you eyes open, you see her’s dark and hazy with want.

she makes a small sound in the back of her throat, something between a whimper and a sigh, and you feel that familiar heat building low in your belly. you're close, so close, and from the way her breathing has changed, the way her fingers are trembling against your skin, you know she can tell.

“please— touch me” you say, and one of her hands leaves your ass to slip between your bodies, finding exactly where you need her. her fingers are gentle at first, tentative, until you grind down against her palm and gasp.

she adds pressure, circling in the way she's learned you like, and that's all it takes. the orgasm rolls through you in waves, making your thighs shake and your head drop forward onto her shoulder.

you hear yourself making sounds you'd be embarrassed about if you weren't so far gone, if brandi's free hand wasn't stroking your back in soothing circles, if she wasn't whispering “i've got you, i've got you” against your hair.

when you finally catch your breath, you lift your head and kiss her, slow and deep, tasting the mint of her toothpaste. she kisses you back with more confidence than she'd started with, her tongue sliding against yours, and you think maybe this really is helping, maybe she really is coming out of her shell.

you pull back and you see it— the pink camera sitting on the nightstand where you'd set it up earlier, the little red light blinking steadily. you'd almost forgotten about it, lost in the moment, but now you can't stop looking at it.

“baby?” you say softly, brushing a strand of hair away from brandi's face. her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from kissing, and she looks absolutely beautiful. “can i try something?”

her eyes flick to the camera and back to you, uncertain. “what kind of something?”

“i want to go down on you” you say, trailing your fingers down her stomach, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. “and i want you to hold the camera. film it.“

she bites her lip, and you can see her thinking, weighing it.

you assure her, moving to kneel between her legs. “just point it down at me. i want you to see what i see, how gorgeous you look when i'm making you feel good. is that okay?”

there's a long pause, and then she nods, reaching for the camera with a shaky hand. “okay. yeah. we can try.”

“you're sure?” you ask, because you need to hear her say it clearly.

“i'm sure” she says, and there's something in her voice that sounds almost excited beneath the nervousness.

you help her position the camera, showing her how to hold it steady, and then you settle between her thighs, pressing kisses to the soft skin there.

she's already wet, has been since you started, and the sight of her like this— open and wanting makes you almost drool.

“tell me if you want me to stop” you murmur against her inner thigh. “tell me if it's too much, okay?”

“okay”

you can see her thumb hovering over the record button on the camera's screen.

you start slow, just light touches of your tongue, teasing, and you hear the camera beep as she starts recording. her other hand comes down to rest in your hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on like she needs the anchor.

the first real lick makes her gasp, her hips jerking slightly, and you smile against her. you work her slowly, thoroughly, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit, building her up gradually.

you can feel the tension in her thighs, hear how carefully controlled her breathing is. she's holding back, trying to stay quiet, and you know why— the camera. she's too aware of it, too conscious of being recorded.

you pull back slightly, pressing a kiss to her hip bone. “baby.” you say, looking up at her. the camera is pointed down at you, and you can see yourself on the small screen, lips wet and swollen. “i want to hear you”

“i am” she protests weakly.

“no, you're not. you're being quiet” you run your hands up her thighs, feeling the muscles quiver under your palms. “i want to hear what i'm doing to you. i want the camera to hear it. that's the whole point, remember?”

she makes a frustrated sound, and you can see her struggling with it, wanting to give you what you're asking for but not quite able to let herself.

“how about this” you offer. “close your eyes. pretend the camera isn't there. it's just you and me, like always. can you do that?”

she nods, her eyes falling shut, and you watch some of the tension leave her shoulders.

“good girl” you murmur, and then you put your mouth back on her, more insistent this time.

it takes a few minutes, but gradually you feel her start to relax. her breathing gets deeper, less controlled. the hand in your hair tightens, and when you suck gently on her clit, she makes a sound— a real sound, not stifled or swallowed that goes straight through you.

she starts to come undone. the sounds she's making now are breathy and desperate that make you want to stay between her legs forever.

the camera is shaking slightly in her grip, but she's still holding it, still recording, and you can hear the wet sounds of your mouth on her playing back through the tiny speaker.

“fuck” she gasps, and that's rare, brandi doesn't usually swear during sex. “oh fuck, that's—don't stop, please don't stop”

feeling her thighs start to tremble on either side of your head. her hips are moving now, grinding against your mouth, chasing her pleasure in a way she never usually does. she's forgotten everything except how you're making her feel.

when she comes, it's with a cry that's almost surprised, like she didn't expect it to be so intense. her whole body goes taut, back arching off the headboard, and you work her through it, gentling your movements as she starts to come down. the camera slips from her hand onto the bed beside her, still recording, capturing the sound of her ragged breathing and your soft murmurs of praise.

you press one last kiss to her before crawling back up her body, gathering her into your arms. she's shaking slightly, overwhelmed, and you hold her close, stroking her hair and whispering how beautiful she is, how good she did.

after a few minutes, she stirs, reaching over to stop the recording. the sudden silence is almost jarring.

“that was...” she starts, then trails off, like she can't quite find the words.

“yeah?” you prompt gently.

“that was nice” she finally says, and there's a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “really nice.”

you grin wide,“so... can we do it again?”

she laughs, and swats at your shoulder. “don't push it now”

but she's still smiling, and when she kisses you, there's a confidence there that wasn't present before. maybe this really did help. maybe she's a little less shy now, a little more comfortable in her own skin.

or maybe she just needed to know that you love every part of her—the hesitant parts and the bold parts, the quiet moments and the ones where she forgets to hold back.

either way, you're not complaining.

you reach over and grab the camera, holding it up between you. “want to watch it?”

her eyes go wide. “absolutely not”

“come on, just a little bit—“

“i said don't push it” she repeats, but she's laughing now, and so are you, and when she takes the camera from your hands and sets it carefully on the nightstand, you notice she doesn't delete the video.

she's still smiling, and when she kisses you, there's a confidence there that wasn't present before. maybe this really did help. maybe she's a little less shy now, a little more comfortable in her own skin.

© pinkaronii 𑣲⋆

[sillylittlemind]

no shade all jermajesty needed was a woman of colour in his life

[ladiiprada]

definitely… esp to set his ass straight ns i love him but he need a good slap to the back of the head for this shit

[youluvyanni]

just princess

Latoya & daughter reader blurb

one day in 2002

the camera wobbled slightly before the picture finally came into focus and slowly zoomed out, revealing little you sitting in the middle of the couch in a wrinkled pink babydoll dress, your little legs swinging back and forth. you had a half-eaten muffin clutched in one hand

“mommy… mommy, i’m done”

the camera shook as LaToya laughed from behind it “you don’t want anymore?” “no, i done” LaToya stepped into frame just enough to take the muffin from your hands “okay, give it to mommy”

she grabbed a baby wipe and carefully cleaned your sticky fingers before walking off camera to throw the napkin away, your eyes immediately followed her

“mommy?” “i’m right here, princess”

you relaxed against the couch, kicking your feet as your waited for your mother to return

she came came back and picked up the camera again “okay, princess. say hi to the camera”

you looked directly into the lens and gave a tiny wave “no, y/n say hi” “hi,” you said shyly

“good girl. now, what’s your name?” you sat up sat up a little straighter “y/n yvonne jackson… just like my mommy”

LaToya immediately laughed “good job! and what does everybody call you?”

“princess!” “and how old are you?” you proudly held up two fingers “two!”

“two years old! wow!” the camera zoomed in slightly as you giggled

“okay princess, what do you like to do for fun?”

“umm…” you looked around the room, tilting your head from side to side, thinking to yourself “i like to sing and play dress up with mommy” “you like playing dress up with mommy?” LaToya repeated and you nodded enthusiastically

“and what’s your favorite song to sing?” “ever and ever and ever” “ever and ever and ever?” you nodded again “forever came today” “yes!” “you really like that song, huh?” “mhm.”

there was a small rustling sound behind the camera as LaToya adjusted her grip

“okay, next question do you have a favorite cousin, princess?”

you immediately frowned and shook you head “not Jermajesty” “not Jermajesty? why?”

“’cause he not good at sharing” “oh, he isn’t?” “no” “well, who’s your favorite?” “prince!” “prince?” “yeah, ‘cause he’s really funny.”

you paused for a second “but sometimes he tells me what to do… and sometimes i don’t like it”

LaToya gasped dramatically from behind the camera “really?!” “mhm.”

“well, i guess we’re gonna have to talk to prince about that, aren’t we?” you smiled and kicked your feet against the couch “yeah!”

“okay, princess, one more question” you looked up at her “how would you feel if mommy had another baby?”

your little face immediately scrunched up and you shook your head “no”

LaToya started laughing behind the camera “no? why not?” “‘cause i don’t want one” “you don’t want a baby brother or sister?”

“no” “why?”

you thought about it for a second before answering very seriously

“’cause you gotta take care of it.”

LaToya laughed “well… mommy takes care of you” “but your my mommy” “and?”

you frowned, like she was asking a very obvious question

“you can’t be my mommy if you got another baby” “oh, so you’re gonna be jealous?” “yes” “at least you’re honest”

you nodded proudly “i want just me and mommy” “just you and mommy?”

“mhm”

“okay, princess. i think i understand” the camera shook as la toya laughed again.

“no more babies everybody, y/n said so”

a/n this might be a blurb series idk

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl @mikaylajacksonnn @callmelyriic @sintizc @whyxo @loluaintvalentine @heartstofiiveunknownn @sayyoulovemeziya @syrndollie @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @angelfacediary @mikedotorg @mikesfaveater @kissmyglxck @sqrixm

[superdupercoolfairydust18293030]

this whole situation is genuinely so trifling but at the end of the day idk what those ladies were expecting.. have yall seen jermajesty’s following??? He be in everybody likes smh. it was never going to be them no shade…

[mjgetinmybowl]

he giving the wrong people chances.

[oneflygirl]

okay another mini update: so this random ass TikTok account keeps commenting under videos that’s talking about this whole jermajesty situation.. and claiming that we’re all “gullible”. ANYTHING I POST ON HERE IS 100% NOT A LIE AND ITS ALL ALLEGED. ( not gonna get sued over the truth ) im not posting screenshots that’s not real or speaking on shit that never happened. all of this is real (ALLEGEDLY) anyways, im pretty sure this account is royals or something because guess who follows that page..? THE MINOR ROYAL WAS CAUGHT TALKING TO. He still talks to her!! I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one behind a lot of these fake pages. He’s messy like that. Plus the Savannah girl posted a story and deleted it last night, now she’s still backtracking on what she said about jermajesty because allegedly blocked her over her talking too much. the video she posted of him dming her was real and the highlight he slid up on she deleted. now, I do believe she’s underage, does he know that? I have no clue.

Camelia deleted the video last night (I miss la) after my posts got traction. And the bita girl (his alleged girlfriend) is now private on tiktok.

All of this is for entertainment purposes only :)