#byvioletta

[beautifullyvioletta]

credit to @petalpxl for the very cute gif

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𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Trying to help him pack for his bad tour also established relationship

You spent the last hour darting between rooms in the massive mansion, grabbing last-minute essentials before Michael had to leave for tour.

Clutching my favorite bra in my hand, you finally made it to the top of the grand staircase and walked into your shared bedroom, fully expecting him to be deep in his own packing. Instead... he was flipping through the Billboard Magazines, you groan "Really Michael i asked you to help. i don't wanna do everything." I said walking over to the bed where my suitcase was putting everything down on the side except my bra i put it in suitcase with my other ones i spot on of his Michael's shirts and pick it up throwing it at him and humming with a smug

"Wow." He smiled as he pretended to be hurt taking the shirt that was thrown at him off his head."That's how it is." I looked down at him. "I already told you twice to help, and you keep getting distracted." I said with attitude. I remained perched on the mattress, smoothing down the clothes inside my open suitcase. Down below, he sat cross-legged on the carpet next to his own luggage, completely stalled in his progress.

After a few minutes you looked down at him as he's looking confused which shirts went in what order he had like three shirts in the suitcase "Mikey, if you keep staring at that suitcase like it owes you money, we're never going to get on that plane, tomorrow." you teased, letting out a soft, defeated laugh. You couldn't even pretend to stay annoyed when he looked that cute. You got off the bed and walked over to him. Gently, you pulled a silk shirt from his grip.

You sighed, knowing he was just playing dumb to get your help. His little plane worked, though, because you were already giving in to his antics. "Fine, I'm gonna help you," you said, deliberately turning your back to him to focus on organizing the luggage. "Sit on the bed and stop messing around." As I focused on organizing his luggage i crouched down by the open suitcase I folded one of his shirts for a few seconds before his hands were on my waist

"Michael, I'm serious,"

I gasped, my fingers trying to push his hands off me. He only hummed in response, a low, vibration against my spine that sent a sudden shiver straight down my back. His large hands didn't budge from my hips. Instead, they slid slowly upward, his thumbs tracing the line of my ribs beneath my shirt.

"And I'm serious, too,"

he murmured, his breath hot against the bare skin of my shoulder as he nudged my hair out of the way. I reached out, desperately trying to grab a pair of jeans from the bed to prove I was still working, but my grip faltered completely when his lips pressed a firm, lingering kiss right against the sensitive spot on my neck. I accidently let out a shaky gasp. "If you don't let me finish this, you're going to tour with half an outfit,"I threatened with a shaky voice. He caught her hand just as she started to pull away, his fingers interlacing with hers to keep her close. The jeans she was holding slipped from her fingers onto the floor, completely forgotten as he anchored her back flush against his chest, where they sat together on the carpet.

"Forget the outfit for a second," he whispered, his deep voice vibrating right against my spine. He tilted his head down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her shoulder. "I’m right here, and I don't want to be anywhere else."

Before she could even respond, his hands moved to her waist, shifting his weight back against the side of the bed. I immediately noticed the subtle movement the way he was adjusting himself on the floor, trying to guide her up and turn her around so she would be straddling his lap on the carpet. Feeling her slight hesitation as she tried to shift her balance in the cramped space near the bed, Michael didn't hesitate.

His strong hands tightened gently around her hips, using his strength to effortlessly lift and adjust her over his thighs, helping her settle firmly right over him. Michael settled back against the wall, his strong hands holding your hips firmly to help you straddle his lap on the floor. In the quiet space between you, he looked up at you through his curls, a soft smile touching his lips.

"You're beautiful," he murmured gently.

His palms slid up your waist as he slowly closed the remaining distance, his soft lips pressing against yours with a tender, steady warmth. The kiss was quiet and unhurried, completely wrapping you up in the moment until the reality of the open suitcase suddenly flashed through your mind.

Pulling back just an inch, you looked into his dark eyes and breathed, "Michael, I really have to finish packing." But he only leaned back in, whispering, "Just five more minutes," against your lips. His smile vibrated against yours as his hands anchored you right back against him. You knew you should pull away, but the steady beat of his heart made it impossible, and the way his soft lips felt against yours and his large hands going under your shirt was making you melt and and you pulled him closer, giving up on packing entirely.

Author note: For some reason, I keep switching from pov to the third person, and I switch it, which I'm gonna work on because I have never catched that till now😭

[beautifullyvioletta]

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: 𝑫𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍’𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

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Dating him was hard not only the pressure from the press and constantly being in the papers with him but the feeling his family gave you like you were some parasite latched onto Michael and waiting for the perfect time to slowly stir him in a direction of destruction with seduction but that wasn't the case at all you loved him more than anyone you've ever loved and only wanted good things to ever come his way

so as always during your sleep overs with him in the living room eating popcorn watching It Happened One Night (1934) I kept sighing as I ate and Michael noticed pretty quickly his head slightly turing until he couldn't ignore it " babe what's wrong?" He said slightly smiling not really understand "nothing." I replied with a slight attitude he soon realized I was upset and paused the movie and turned towards me

He reached over, taking the popcorn bowl right out of my hands and placing it carefully on the floor near the couch. "What's wrong, seriously?" i crossed my arms defensive frowning."Does your family like me?" He smiled."Of course they do! why would you even ask?"

You rolled your eyes. "Stop lying." I slightly turned away, unable to look at him. A sudden wave of emotion hit you, and tears threatened to spill over. This topic had been heavy on your mind for weeks. You tried to ignore it, but it was becoming impossible to push aside. Every single time you met his family, you noticed the cold stares and the pointed questions they threw your way. It was blindingly obvious how they felt about you. "Michael, I don't like the way they look at me when we're together," you whispered, your voice fracturing completely. A sharp, stinging heat flared in the back of your throat, leaving it narrow and raw. You took a shaky breath, trying desperately to swallow down the burn, rising behind your nose

"I would never use you." You said voice breaking. You bit your lip, trying to lock the emotion in, but the familiar sting of unshed tears was already burning behind your eyes. Till you couldn't hold them back like spilled ink bleeding into white paper, tears fell softly down your cheek. He cut you off "Mama please don't cry." He wiped your tears that spilled."i know you would never do that. I know you, beautiful."

Before you could even answer, he slid over and wrapped his arms completely around you, tucking your head right beneath his chin. The steady, familiar rhythm of his heartbeat felt like an anchor against the heavy wave of anxiety in your chest. Sitting there in the dim light of the television, the outside world felt a million miles away.

"They don't know your heart like I do," he whispered into your hair, his grip tightening just a fraction as if he could shield you from every bad headline. "Sometimes, it feels like everyone wants a piece of me, and it gets so lonely. But when I'm here with you, ... I'm just a regular guy. You give me a safe place to breathe. And i love you. I need you to know that." He said softly, holding you his large hand, rubbing your back as you broke down in his chest, tears damping his shirt he rubbed your back soothing you

He paused, a quiet sigh brushing against your shoulder before he continued softly. "My family... they just worry. They want to protect me from people trying to use me for the fame, or money. But I know that's not you. I know your heart."

You leaned into his chest, the weight of the room suddenly feeling lighter. "I'll make sure to talk to them tomorrow," he murmured. You didn't answer right away. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "Thank you," you whispered in his chest before you picked your head up, looking at him, then at the shirt giggling.

He looked down at you, a soft, genuine laugh finally breaking through his earlier heavy sigh. "What?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked from your smile down to the damp patch on his shirt. "You're going to need a change of clothes," you giggled, your hand flattening against his chest right over the spot. The lingering sadness in the room completely vanished, replaced by the comforting, steady warmth of his presence.

He wrapped his large hands back around you, pulling you securely against his side. "I think I can manage that," he murmured, his voice full of a quiet, deep contentment that told you everything was going to be completely fine.

A gentle silence settled between you, warm and completely unbroken. He tilted his chin down, his gaze softening completely as he caught your eye. "I love you," he whispered, the words simple, steady, and entirely true. Before you could even answer, he leaned down and caught your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. It was soft and slow, a beautiful promise that stayed with you long after he pulled away.

[beautifullyvioletta]

Early morning distraction☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You were so tired of Michael working all day long and coming to bed late that night. You had woken up at 4:00 AM to pee and noticed the lights in the hall were on and assumed he was writing songs. You were right because when you walked downstairs to the kitchen, you saw him. You knew he was too busy, but at the same time, he was also stubborn. Still, you noticed every time he yawned and every time he rubbed his eyes, so you pushed yourself off the wall that was supporting you, because waiting was only making the ache between your legs even more unbearable. Plus, he looked extra sexy this early in that white shirt. You missed him extra on mornings like this because he was so busy and came to bed so late, or not at all, it left you with some needs undone. You walked over to him with need, but he didn't know yet. When you got to the chair, his back was facing you.

He hummed some rhythm of a new song he was writing. "Baby...?" Your hands went to his shoulders you rubbed them, adding some pressure as he liked. His humming stopped as he looked over his shoulder. "Hey, mama, what's wrong?" He looked at you with that beautiful smile you just wanted to pounce on him like a lion, losing yourself in his touch right then and there on the kitchen floor.

You pouted slightly, not realizing it. You hate that habit, but it was a habit. You sighed, "You work so long, can't you just come to bed?"

When your hands press into his shoulders, he freezes for a second before a low sigh escapes his lips. He turns around fully in the chair, pulling you gently by the waist until you are standing right between his knees. Looking up at you in the dim kitchen light, his eyes darken as he notices the look in yours. He realizes exactly why you came downstairs, and the exhaustion vanishes, replaced by the lingering tension of missed nights and undone needs, but he knows he's gotta work. His hand slides down from your waist to your ass as he grips it softly and says softly, "Baby, I can't. I have to finish working."

Instead of backing away, you let out a low, humming sound and leaned in closer, your chest pressing lightly against his. You tilted your head, locking your eyes onto his with a heavy lidded, sultry look that made his breath catch. Without a word, you began to slide your hands slowly up his chest, feeling the fast, steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath his shirt, before settling them around the back of his neck. You leaned down, your lips brushing feather light against the sensitive skin just beneath his ear. You trailed a slow, agonizingly deliberate kiss down the warm slope of his neck, letting your teeth graze him just enough to make him shudder.

Michael let out a low, ragged groan, his entire body going completely still, his grip on your ass getting tighter but not painful. "Baby, you're being unfair," he whispered against your collarbone, his voice dropping to a thick tone with a mix of heavy exhaustion and sudden, intense desire.

He tried to look away, back toward the lyric sheets scattered on the counter, but you didn't let him. Bringing one hand up, you gently caught his chin with your fingers, tilting his face back up to force him to look at you. You gave him another slow, teasing smile, letting your thumb trace the soft curve of his bottom lip.

The studio, the midnight track, the endless search for the perfect melody it all seemed to evaporate from his mind in a split second. The distant look of the perfectionist musician vanished completely, replaced by a raw, immediate focus on you. He was entirely at the mercy of your distraction, and he knew it. "Please, Mickey, please come to bed?" It was barely a whisper, a tender and vulnerable plea that vibrated softly against his neck, carrying all the unspoken weight of how much you missed him. He was entirely at the mercy of your distraction, and he knew it.

"Please, Mickey, please come to bed?" Your trap was perfectly laid, and Michael fell right into it. A low groan escaped him as he gave a single, helpless nod, his eyes dark with a sudden, fierce heat.

Before you could even blink, his strong hands swept under you, effortlessly hoisting you up into his arms. But you weren't going to make it that easy for him. Pressing your palms to his shoulders, you wriggled backward, forcing him to set you down. You gave him a playful, lingering look as you took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Turning on your heel, you led him out of the kitchen, pulling him toward the stairs while he followed your every step.

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[beautifullyvioletta]

I really want to write a romantic, Michael Jackson smut, but I'm terrified it's going to turn out cringy and that I won't be able to do my actual vision justice😢😭

[beautifullyvioletta]

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