#fem!mj

[notastroc]

Fem!MJ art♡ + random sketch

[mjssolocup]

𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗬? ✶ 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗠𝗝 ❪ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚 ❫

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's 1993. Mariel and you have recently gotten engaged. But the stress of all the interviews you have had to attend just to explain this surprise to the public has worn you down. While resting with Mariel, you accidentally call her the M word. How will she react?

Tags: Mommy kink, soft femdom!Mariel, lesbian!Mariel, sub!reader, finger-fucking, teasing, dirty talk, p in v, breast-fondling

A/N: I headcanon Fem!MJ as being named "Mariel" (named after Archangel Michael's direct twin), since Michael himself is named after Archangel Michael. Good reversal, no?

Also this one was my first time writing femslash, before the Bad era spanking oneshot, please tell me your thoughts <3

wc: 2.61K

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The first time you had done it, you didn't even register it at first. That afternoon, the sky outside had eased into a haze of cornflower blue and orange, the noise of all the lively children who visited Neverland earlier had now faded into a quiet only rhythmically broken by the rustling of leaves and distant animal sounds.

It had been such a long week, the press, the events, the interviews you'd had to sit through about your recent engagement to the Queen of Pop─it left you exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that left your bones feeling heavy beneath your skin and left your words sitting in the back of your throat like stones.

The only person who could ease the stress coursing through your temple was your beautiful fiancé, Mariel. You'd been on the couch with her, head nestled into the pillowy softness of her chest as her soft hands caressed your head, petting you  with a caring gentleness that left shivers of pleasure down your spine while the two of you spoke about everything and nothing.

Though your voice was slurred and faint from the lull of sleepiness creeping up on you, caused by the familiar warm and powdery scent of her that always managed to leave you heady and needy. It left you in this strange limbo between being awake and dozing off, her voice fading a bit until it all registered as muffled sounds in your ears.

Her voice surfaced in your mind, clearer, like you were slowly rising to the very top of a shallow river, "You seem so tired, want me to take you to bed?" with a hint of concern coloring her tone.

Then the moment came, sudden and without hesitation. "...No, mommy. I'm fine right here," you murmured, nuzzling closer.

Then you felt a wave of nausea hit your bloodstream as a faint heat made its way to your face. Sick with nerves and thoughts, responsible for your flushed cheeks. You went quiet, frozen in her embrace as she paused her petting.

"What did you just call me?" Her tone was careful in a way that made you cringe internally. You couldn't tell if she was amused or disgusted, but you hoped it wasn't the latter.

Your heart stuttered in time with your voice, "I-I called you," you paused, hesitating, "...mommy." You croaked out in answer, reluctance clear in your wavering eyes, before you screwed them shut, as if it would make time reverse for you to fix your mistake.

The chuckle that left your dear Mariel was swimming in a sea of mirth and play rather than repulsion like you'd so hoped, but she then gave your error a delicate correction, "I'm not your mommy, sweet thing."

Her soft hand lifted your head up, your eyes meeting her curious, doll-like ones. The next thing she proceeded to say did little to ease your shame. "You're tired. We'll talk about it when you're more… awake."

" 'm sorry," you tried to take it back even though you knew it was too late, your voice shaky as your eyes watered for what seemed to be no reason other than an irrational fear that you had messed up somehow.

You had that look in your eyes again, the one that made Mariel stare deeply back into them, transfixed on dilated pupils, a propped open mouth, and that puppy-like expression with slightly widened eyes that she found endearing.

She brushed off your little slip up as what it was: a slip up. Maybe you just got carried away with her comforting closeness or it just reminded you of the feeling of being mothered when you were little.

Either way, she didn't mind. Not at all.

"Shhhh," she guided your head back to its previous position, letting you feel the steady, calm rise and fall of her chest. "Close your eyes, baby."

━━━  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Later in the bedroom, her soft hands, which were previously petting you until you'd fallen asleep, were now groping your sensitive breasts as your legs straddled her waist. You were completely nude, making a filthy little mess of her lap with your dripping cunt, the two of you were inches apart, sharing the same breath.

"Look at you, so wet for me," she said in that playfully mocking tone. She hummed, pleased at how easy it was to turn you into nothing but her needy, wanting girl. "I ain't even put anythin' inside you yet, and you're a whole mess."

A weak whimper of protest got caught in your throat as the tips of her index and thumb began to pinch your hardened nubs repeatedly until the skin reddened, until you let out a soft sound of discomfort mixed with pleasure.

Her other hand anchored you by your hips, your eyes fluttered close involuntarily as you gripped your fiancé's shoulders for balance. "You gonna cum just from me playin' with your tits, honey?" Mariel teased.

You tried to shake your head, no. That wasn't all it took. But you knew that wasn't true. She's made you cum with your pussy untouched before, more times than you'd like to admit.

You continued to pant with your head tipped back slightly, eyes fluttered shut again in defeat while she left a trail of hot, wet kisses down your throat, the soft fabric of her cotton button-up doing nothing to ease your need to feel the friction of Mariel's skin against yours.

You wanted to feel her thick fingers fucking you so, so bad. But she was taking her sweet time unravelling you. An impatient, high whine left your lips, and she slapped your thigh to chastise you. "None of that, be a good girl and wait."

Her palm lingered on the stinging flesh of your thigh, rubbing slow circles there to soothe it, the contrast of rough and tender making your core clench with fresh need. Those dark eyes of hers pinned you in place, lashes framing a gaze that promised more if you just held still. "That's better," she cooed, voice warm and approving.

Her fingers trailed upward from your hip, ghosting over the slick heat between your legs but never quite dipping in, skirting the edges with feather-light touches that had you shifting restlessly in her lap.

Finally, mercy came as two fingers pressed against your entrance, parting the soaked folds with a deliberate slowness. She watched your face the whole time, lips quirking up at your sharp inhale. "Breathe, baby," she coaxed, sliding them in deep, thick digits filling you with that perfect stretch.

Her thumb found your clit, pressing firm circles that matched the sharp thrusts of her hand, pumping steadily, the obscene, squelching sounds filling the quiet room.

You bucked against her palm, nails digging into her shoulders, head falling forward to rest against hers. "Ariel--fuck, please..." The plea tumbled out ragged, your walls fluttering around her as pleasure built like a storm, coiling tighter with every rough plunge. 

She leaned in, lips brushing your ear, each gust of breath sent warm thrums of chills down your drying throat. "That's it. You love these fingers stretchin' you open, don't you?" Her free hand slid up your back, cradling the nape of your neck in a hold that felt protective, like she had you, all of you, right where she wanted you to be.

"Yes, mommy--!" The word caught in your throat as you realized, quicker this time, that you'd slipped up again. You immediately hid your face in her shoulder with a squeak of dismay, but she wasn't having it.

"(Name)."

You wouldn't budge.

"Look at me, baby." Your head leaned back again to make eye contact with her, which you struggled to maintain. But her flushed, aroused expression caught you off guard.

You tried to apologize again before she could speak again. "Agh-- ughmm-- I'm... sorry..." The noises and words practically spilled down your mouth, soft and breathless, your hips still subconsciously grinding down on her hand.

"What're you sorry for?" A wicked smirk formed on her full, beautiful pink lips. "You like calling me mommy?"

You nodded feebly, and she only chuckled again in response. "You can call me mommy as much as you like then, sweetheart."

Words could not describe the pure relief that filled your chest at a volume that was almost embarrassing. You didn't mean to call her that word, you really didn't. But after she gave you the approval, you felt as if you couldn't help it now.

The heat from Mariel's face radiated into your sweating skin as the other woman breathed hotly into your neck. Shudders followed the flattened tongue that licked one of salty droplets, trailing up to the corner of your opened mouth. You held your breath, slack jawed, hands grasping at her back like you were gonna collapse with each passing second.

She groaned throatily as she went up a second time, pressing her nose into your neck and inhaling deeply. All while you held a bated breath like releasing it would only result in a broken cry for your mommy.

But the pressure was building too soon, and you wriggled your hips away from her hand, causing her to pause, brows now furrowed in soft concern again. "What's the matter, honey?" Her hand came up to gently cradle your face, now wet with tears you hadn't even realized were falling.

"I--I need the--I want your...," Your words trail off into a whimper, as if you couldn't even voice your own needs properly. How pathetic of you.

Mariel could tell what you were trying to say already, but she wanted you to say it yourself. "Use your words, princess. What do you want?" Withdrawing her fingers left you whimpering at the sudden emptines.

"I...I wanna cum while you're..." you swallowed, unable to say that word, "y-you know, with the strap instead of your fingers."

"While I'm what? Sorry, I don't know." She couldn't help but taunt you just as you were already on the edge of desperation, you swore she got off on your distress sometimes.

"...While you're fucking me, " your voice was faint, barely above a whisper.

"There we go," she cooed, tone encouraging and maternal. She eased you off her lap onto your back, the sheets cool against your heated skin. She stood briefly, shedding her shirt to reveal those full, heavy breasts of hers, held in her black, lacey bra. She slipped her pants off easily.

Then came the harness from the nightstand drawer, sleek black leather buckling around her hips, the thick, veined silicone cock settling heavy between her thighs. She stroked lube along its length with unhurried strokes, eyes never leaving yours, the sight making your buzzing body stir anew.

"Spread your legs, sweetheart," she directed, voice firm now, climbing between your thighs. The tip nudged your oversensitive folds, circling lazily, dipping in shallow teases that had you arching, hands fisting the sheets. "You want mommy's strap?"

"Yes, mommy... I-I need you inside me," you gasped, hips lifting instinctively. Her eyes softened just a fraction at that, a flicker of something tender amid the heat. "Beg mommy first."

"Please!" You cried, "Please, mommy...!" Pleading with Mariel as if only to hear your own whiny voice as your pussy weeps for her. "Augh-- please fuck me mommy," your voice cracked quietly as the word came tumbling out of your mouth in a mumble. It drove her wild, a dirty smile played on her lips as your warm hands rushed up around her torso, immediately touching her now that she was in reach.

Her large, soft hand slipped under your head, lifting your moaning, panting mouth close to hers. Breath hot as you started breathing harder, sticking out your tongue to wet your lips as she begins pressing the silicone cock into your willing body.

The air in your chest tightened, suffocating before you relaxed, trusting your mommy to take care of you as you melt into the sheets with a gasp.

"That's it," she pressed harder, just barely scraping your G-spot with her thick cock, "you can take it." The other woman's lips ghosted along a set of quivering ones as she speaks. "So good for your mommy." Mariel's mouth curled into another smile that you both felt as you whimpered lewdly against it.

She mercilessly thrust forward at a steady, yet punishing pace, pressing against the flesh of you with sharp strokes. The varying vocals that she was squeezing out of your mouth satisfied a  sense of power welling in her chest like a balloon ready to pop.

"That's right," she praised. "Be good for mommy and take it." The wrecked moan that left your pliant lips lit up her eyes with a heady sense control over you. You were warm and full inside, drunk on euphoria, with Mariel's scent all around you.

But you came faster than usual, your head reeling back and forth between cloud nine and reality, from pure euphoria to the yearning slowly satisfying itself, gorging itself on the pleasure. The tears in your eyes collected in your lashes as you finally stopped seeing stars.

Heat still tingled all along your skin, and you saw your fiance's dark eyes peering into you with surprise, the feeling of embarrassment enveloping you again from that look in Mariel's face.

"I'm.. so sorry, mommy, I'm sorry--"

"Shh, it's okay." Mariel's hand reached forward to pet you in soothing strokes. "It's okay..my sweet girl, we could just go more rounds, is that okay with you?"

"Mhm...," you nodded wordlessly, a feeling of comfort warmed you like a blanket as you relaxed into the sheets again.

"Good... just let mommy take care of you."

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[invincble]

the equivalent of michael's loafers as michelle would be stilettos with red bottoms and (accidentally) made them her brand

[yumeeyuu]

Thinking about fem!mj's boobs rn

[mjssolocup]

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗜𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ✶ 𝗙𝗘𝗠!𝗠𝗝 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧 ❪ 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐚 ❫

Pairing: Fem!MJ x fem!Reader

Summary: 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘺 1987, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺. C𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. Some of her family definitely aren't sure how to feel, especially her mother. But Mariel couldn't care less.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵.

Tags: lesbian!Mariel, meanfemdom!Mariel, sub!reader, praise kink, degradation kink, harsh spanking, coming untouched, hair-pulling, face-sitting, cunnilingus, 18+ (MDNI)

w/c: 1.34k

If you are uncomfortable with queer Michael Content, do not read this.

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The metal parts of Mariel's thigh straps poked you in the thighs as you bent over her lap. You closed your eyes with a shaky inhale, bracing your hands in front of you in an attempt to steady your trembling, naked frame.

Mariel, however, was fully dressed, still in concert wear. Eye contact wasn't possible with the humiliating position you were in, but you knew her furious gaze was flickering up and down your body. A sharp hit to your ass sent you jolting forward with a groan, the bite of the metal on her fingerless gloves leaving a searing hot sting on your tender flesh. "What, you think you too good to count?"

"No...," you moaned weakly, restlessly angling your hips downward and setting your knees back so that your clit could grind more easily on her leg.

"That ain't a fuckin' number," she snapped, eyes tracking your squirming body as you tried to stop yourself from begging her to finger you. "I won't let you gimme head if you don't start countin'."

A meek whisper finally left your lips, "One," you couldn't help but shudder at the threat of not getting to eat Mariel out. Honestly, if you hadn't gone parading around with that stupid fake boyfriend of yours at the recent red carpet, you wouldn't be in this mess.

"Louder."

Another harsh smack came down on your cheeks, lightly reddening the skin there as you yelped in surprise. "Two...," your clit throbbed against her legs as you fell from your hands to your forearms, hips shifting a bit more, desperate for contact.

"Look at you, already soakin' my lap like a bitch in heat." Mariel muttered, almost like an afterthought. Her large hand fondled the curve where thigh met ass, which made a flush of embarrassment dust your sweating face. The heat of her own blood burned through the touch as she gripped you harder, before bringing her hand down again.

𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙠!

"Three... ngh-- four...," You could feel your clit finally grind against her leg, granting you a few seconds of sweet, sweet bliss. But you were greedy, you wanted to whine for more. The hits actually hurt, but your brain helplessly registered the pain as pure, delicious pleasure. Your heart thumped faster in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage.

Mariel smacked your ass again, but as your clit pressed against her thigh, she grabbed you and ground you up against her leg, earning a relieved moan from you. "F-five," you whimpered, voice small and pathetic, your mouth hanging open in a brief, breathy gasp as your pussy clenched and released repeatedly around nothing.

You felt an intense sense of satisfaction as you took in whatever Mariel gave you, lapping it up like a starved, grateful animal. You deserved this punishment , you'd take every bit of it without complaint. You whimpered again, feeling the hard leather of Mariel's pants poke against your side. "Sssix." Your breathing was ragged, Mariel's own shallow exhales ghosted down your spine. Her large hand gripped you by the nape of your neck, squeezing the sensitive spot there, almost like a tease. The way you were panting and whining, you might as well be nothing but her good little slut. Laid out on her lap like a common whore and letting her have her way with you... for free too.

She bit her lip, rearing her hand back and delivering another punishing smack. "Seven..," you keened loudly as if you couldn't help it, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasured agony.

"Eight." You mewled brokenly as Mariel ground you into her thick thigh again, your legs spasming from how unbearably good the friction felt against your throbbing clit.

She whispered roughly, as close to your ear as she could, "You need mama to take care of you?" She could feel you practically vibrating with a neediness so great, she could practically taste it. "Need me to make you feel good?"

"Y-- hgh--uh... yes... o-only you..," you whined whorishly, your entire body twitching into her spanking as it became harsher and harsher with each strike. She chuckled darkly in response. "That's right, you need 𝘮𝘦. Not him." She growled.

"N--iiiine," you drawled out shakily, unable to steady your voice. "Fuuuuuuuk," you cried out, your eyes rolling back softly as your pussy began to drip even more, making a sticky, shiny mess of Mariel's lap. The sight of your head shaking from left to right dizzily made her hips jut forward harder into your side. Her own arousal was evident from her flushed, tense expression.

"Fuckin' 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵--"

"T-ten!" You rushed out after another smack to your plump, reddened ass.

Mariel bit her lip again, suppressing her heavy breathing the best she could as you squirmed against her. Just a couple more. You could take a couple more. Mariel just had to hold herself back a little longer, hold her breath while her girlfriend was bent over her lap, sopping wet and whimpering like a needy little 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.

She clenched her jaw, groping your meaty cheeks. Shit... she could last. Couldn't she? She was better than this, she wouldn't come untouched before she could make you give her head. You had to be the one to come without her fucking you.

So she spanked you again a little harder, forcing another satisfying, puppy-ish yelp out of you. "E-eleven."

You breathed heavily before managing to pant the next number, "Twelve..." Your body was tense all over, mind murky and foggy, no thoughts surfacing, as all you could focus on was the sensation of her hand coming down on your ass repeatedly until you were floating between numbness and euphoria.

"You took it like a champ," She finally relented, rubbing your tender ass, fondling you for a few long seconds longer as she listened to your pleased, high-pitched panting, watching the way your hips ground against her lap uncontrollably to feel that delicious friction against your neglected clit. Her fingers combed through your hair as you panted, hot and desperate, drool piling in your mouth.

She grabbed your hair, leaning close to your flushed ear again, growling lowly. "Who's mama's good girl," she pulled your head up, "hm?" Her words finally sent you over the edge, your jaw slack as you let out another teary-eyed moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head again.

You gripped the sheets in front of you tightly as you cried out drunkenly in unbridled pleasure. You saw white spots everywhere and all you could envision was your girlfriend's face and the words she was whispering for only you to hear. You were coming so hard, your pussy squirting more juices onto her lap.

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When you came to, your mouth was half full of your girlfriend's pussy. It was so good. Your cloudy mind pushed further into that unbearable pleasure that fogged your mind, eyes fluttering shut as you breathed her in. Hardly registering your position with your body laid on the bed, facing up while Mariel's thighs smothered your face between them. Your arms laid limp beside you, like you were waiting for this moment.

You swallowed around her folds as you tried to gaze your tired eyes up at Mariel, who was staring back down with obsessive focus.

"It's okay baby, just a little--" Mariel nudged her vulva deeper into your eager mouth, "--more." You let out a drawn out groan that vibrated through her, making her hiss under her breath. "Mama's gonna cum soon, a'ight?" She said through clenched teeth, hand grasping onto your hair firmly. She threw her head back as she ground into the warm heat of you faster, your mouth nothing more than an obedient hole for her to use now. "You're still so fuckin' 𝘸𝘦𝘵 for me, aren't you baby?" She rasped.

The other woman grit her teeth in pleasure before smacking your cheek lightly, mentally waking you. "Come on princess," her breath hitched as your tongue pressed against her gummy walls, "take it like a good girl."

"Every drop," Mariel whimpered with rough need, overwhelmed by the pleasure that racked her body as she watched her cum squirt directly into your warm throat and down the corners of your mouth. It mixed with your saliva. "𝘎𝘰𝘥," she groaned, her blissed out face staring down at the debauched expression you wore.

"Just like that," she murmured, still lightly pressing her twitching clit against your tongue. "You feel so good." She panted, her throbbing pussy slid slowly off of the your mouth as she shifted, now resting it against your cheek. Her movement smeared your flushed cheek with more of her slick.

"Fuck..."

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