#suggestive?

[bamsara]

no context doodle made in a call with friends

[rhythm10goku]

fooling around

[cheeriely]

Did I ever post this here

[chimiriah]

behold

let the blood imply whatever you want it to imply

bisexual lighting

[cryptidmickle]

can i get freaky w yall for a sec-

[humannatures]

sfw / fem actress!reader, fluff(?) )        it’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? he just never would’ve expected this from all your public appearances! you were always so classy, so graceful. not shy, but certainly mysterious and awfully tame for an actress, especially given the genres you often starred in. every interview you gave was a calm and rational affair, so different from his own where reporters would try to dig deep into his soul and trauma. for a while, michael had honestly pinned you as quite plain— you can only imagine his shock when he found out your true nature.

tonight serves as a good example for it. as soon as he returned to the hotel, you were on him. really, he’d barely made it through the door of suite 352 before you’d taken hold of his hand, casually pulling him out of the hallway and into the bedroom. it didn’t seem to matter that it was late or that he’d just finished a performance; you were a beast untamed, completely silent as you urged him onto the bed.

it wasn’t until you’d finally slithered on top of him that you spoke, your voice low and intimate. “i missed you.” your expression betrayed no shame over the behavior, an aspect of you that michael’s always admired. you don’t know how else to love other than deeply and passionately. the only thing reflected in your eyes is his own breathless smile and a strong, unsatiated voraciousness, the likes of which only you could possess.

if he were any younger, any more naive, he’d be too embarrassed to even look you in the eye. but he’s old enough now to understand women. or, at the very least, understand you. it’s why he doesn’t flinch away when your legs end up on either side of his waist, though you don’t seem intent on taking off his belt or even riding it tonight judging by how you’ve positioned yourself: loosely straddling him, although you’re mostly just laying on his chest. you reach for his right hand, bringing it up towards your lips and kissing his fingertips, which causes him to chuckle.

“you had me for a second there, miss bossy,” he says playfully, his left hand coming to rest along your lower back, brushing gingerly through the fabric of your top. “what’s gotten into you tonight?”

“i just missed you,” you mumble against his index, kissing and kissing until it accidentally slips behind the plush of your lips. michael doesn’t pull it out, mostly because you’re holding his wrist and keeping it there— yeah, that falls more in line with your behavior when he first came in. you swirl your tongue around it, coating his pointer finger in saliva as you taste the subtle traces of sweat leftover from the show. then you slide the finger out of your mouth, allowing him the opportunity to wipe it clean and dry it.

“yeah, i can see that,” he breathes out. michael’s always wondered if other people do the things you do. you’re more experienced than him, so maybe? he really would like to assume all girls like to suck their man’s fingers, but he has a sneaking suspicion that it’s just you. he pauses, swiping his thumb along your lower lip as he teasingly asks, “what? your little boyfriend didn’t call today?”

a scoff leaves your lips. he loves seeing it, that annoyed expression. he loves knowing it’s not for him. it’s for your boyfriend— husband, if we’re being technical— that idiot you married when you were too young to know better. “he doesn’t matter right now.”

“i’m what matters, right?”

“mmhm,” you hum in response, kissing the pad of his middle finger. you sigh as he cups your chin, squishing your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “i missed you a lot.”

“i missed you, too,” micheal admits, his head tilting. “touring’s more fun when you’re here. i think of you onstage, too. you should come to at least one show, hide out in the crowd. no one will see you. and, even if you were seen, your boyfriend probably wouldn’t mind if you happened to be there. really… he knows how close we are as friends...” he lets his fingers trail down, grazing against your neck just to watch you instinctively swallow.

“michael!” you huff, already tired of him mentioning the other man.

he shrugs, “i’m just saying, baby. i want you there. just consider it. in the meantime…” he offers his hand again, wiggling his fingers playfully. “i’m not sure what you find so delicious about them,” he murmurs as you suck lightly along his ring and middle fingers, “but i can’t complain about getting a private show, now can i?”

author’s note )        i just wanted to suck his fingers, i don’t know where anything else came from… anyways i feel like michael deff enjoys calling your husband "your boyfriend" or "that guy" or "that boy you like". he knows you're his, i imagine he's simply waiting for the best time to bring up you leaving him (because you will, michael's sure). whatever. suck his fingers sunday guys spread it. please. need more michael jackson finger sucking.

[cakeofbake]

ooh run rabbit

mm I want a piece of that pie yum yumm