RACIST HOMOPHOBIC, BIPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, XENOPHOBIC, MISOGYNIST, SPREADING ANY FORM OF HATEFUL RHETORIC—LEAVE + GUH SUCK YUH MADDA
IF YOU AREN'T ...
CONTINUE BELOW
WHO AM I?
ೃ⁀➷ my name is alia / i'm a black caribbean queen who just loves to write / im talkative online and with people I know, if you see me in public, you don't know me
WHERE AM I FROM?
ೃ⁀➷ jamaica!! everybody else a small fries and side order!!
ARE YOU LGBT?
ೃ⁀➷ bisexual and proud! genderfluid and proud!
ZODIAC BIG 3?
ೃ⁀➷ scorpio sun / virgo moon / sagittarius rising
WHAT ARE MY (CURRENT + ALL) INTERESTS?
ೃ⁀➷ music / history / specifically the black power movement and revolutions / law / writing fics / painting
WHAT FANDOMS AM I IN?
ೃ⁀➷ male football rpf / moonwalker / hamilton + some other stuff
FAVOURITE COLOR(S)?
ೃ⁀➷ despite the blog theme (atm) being pink, i'm the biggest purple girl eva! / pink is close second tho / i love orange, red, navy (any blue) and some greens
FAVOURITE WEIRD THING I LIKE?
ೃ⁀➷ the smell of gas.
FAVOURITE ARTISTS?
ೃ⁀➷ we gon' be here all day . . . but to keep it short / michael jackson / the jacksons / the temptations / eddie kendricks / anita baker / stevie wonder / ewf / maze + frankie beverly / david ruffin / prince / d'angelo / erykah badu / con funk shun / teddy pendergrass / roberta flack / chaka khan / rufus / kool and the gang / heatwave / siouxsie and the banshees
FAVOURITE ALBUMS + SONGS ?
ೃ⁀➷ ima summarize as best as i can
(a) he's a friend / (a) people hold on / (s) tell her love has felt the need - eddie kendricks
(a) dangerous / (a) history / (s) girlfriend, tabloid junkie, btdo, earth song, stranger in moscow - michael jackson
(a) in a mellow mood / (a) cloud nine / (s) runaway child, running wild, i wish it would rain, once in my life, just my imagination - the temptations
(s) love's train, let me put love on your mind - con funk shun
(a) songs in the key of life / (a) innervisions / (s) overjoyed, as, knocks me off my feet, higher ground, ribbon in the sky - stevie wonder
(s) before i let go, can't get over you, golden time of day - maze + frankie beverly
(s) everlasting love, hollywood - rufus
(a) i feel for you / (s) through the fire, whatcha gonna do for me - chaka khan
(a) teddy / (s) the whole town's laughing at me - teddy pendergrass
(a) voodoo / (s) lady , untitled , cruisin - d'angelo
(a) the jacksons / (s) good times, shake your body, heartbreak hotel - the jacksons
(s) always and forever, mindblowing decisions, boogie nights - heatwave
(a) who i am / (s) walk away from love, statue of a fool, slow dance, so soon we change, i miss you pt.1 - david ruffin
gotta cap it here or we'd be here all dayy
BIGGEST DREAMS?
ೃ⁀➷ becoming an attorney-at-law / i also love music so i'd like to persue something there / after I clear my vocals and learn how to play guitar and bass
AM I A FIRST-TIME WRITER?
ೃ⁀➷ to tumblr yes / I've been cranking out fics on wattpad and ao3 before i got here
WHAT/WHO DO I WRITE ABOUT?
ೃ⁀➷ anything as long as its legal and consentual / I do fluff angst smut ( for more info look at requests )
DO I JUST WRITE ABOUT THE JACKSONS (+ JANET)?
ೃ⁀➷ nope I'm also open to taking some football rpf requests
HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN A MOONWALKER + FAN OF THE JACKSONS?
ೃ⁀➷ 9 years going on 10 in august !
HOW DID I DISCOVER MICHAEL + THE JACKSONS?
ೃ⁀➷ i used to listen to my grandma talk about the j5 and as the curious kid i was i found the j5 cartoon and watched it also their performances / 10 year old me knew it was always gonna be #jackiefc / then after that i started getting into michael and here we are
WHY VIXXEN?
ೃ⁀➷ i chose vixxen as my moniker online because i like being in touch with my sexuality / I'm done being ashamed for being freaky / not to mentioned i've been slut shamed to death in school / this is me taking it back
REQUESTS - OPEN
wanna make a request? just go to my profile and click on 'your confessions'. ask away!
( im slow tho, if i don't get to your request in time, i will eventually :) )
YES
everything except the no's
NO
extreme kink + fetishes (scat, piss, blood + g*re)
sa or r*pe
age gap with a minor aged character/person
･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
wanna be tagged anytime i post a work? comment here! ೃ⁀➷ TAGLIST
i never understood dumbass bitches that use ai pictures of michael, and yes, i’m saying dumbass bitches cause the amount of PHOTOS this man has, all eras. it’s a fuck ton out there and instead of using the REAL pictures you decided to use one that’s probably generated by chatgpt or google gemini, make that shit make sense. then the pictures barely look like him or make him look soulless, BECAUSE IT IS. i question if people who do this are even michael fans for real cause ain’t no fucking way. ain’t no way.
also, block me if you use ai, you already pissing me off.
summary: Running into your ex during date night has Jackie feeling some type of way.
warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, semi-public sex, breeding kink, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, cockwarming, reverse cowgirl, gum transfer (eeeyuck… 👀) established relationship, pet names, no use of y/n, reader has braids bc i said so, super flirt!jackie, territorial!jackie, jackie is nasty af and you love it
based on these two requests. thank you to whoever sent it in, hope you enjoy it 💚 proofread but im human so mistakes happen. fuck ai. i don’t know that bitch.
dividers by @pixopix
Westminster, California, 1975
The engine to Jackie’s 1973 AMC Hornet revved as he pulled into the Hi-Way 39 drive-in theater. This was one of your favorite date night spots. The hour drive it took to get there didn’t put a damper on your excitement for it. The place was packed out with people and cars due to the most anticipated movie of the year: Jaws.
When Jackie had brought you here on the third date, you fell in love with the spot. You knew it was something you would have to do at least once a week. When he wasn’t on the road with his brothers, he was so eager to do whatever you wanted to do.
He paid the entrance fee and was able to secure a spot near the middle of the field. They hadn’t even turned on the pre-movie content yet so you felt it was a good enough to time to run to the concessions stand. Hopefully there wasn’t too long of a line.
The watermelon flavor of your BlowPop still vibrant in the gum you smacked on. Turning to Jackie as you dug in your purse for your wallet, you caught him staring at you heatedly.
“Why you staring so hard, Jackson?” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.
“I can’t look at my lady now?”
“Not the way you doing, nasty ass.” You blew a bubble with your gum. His eyes zeroed in the activity.
“That mouth of yours, I swear, little mama.” He did that thing with his voice that had you squeezing your thighs together.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” You tossed your beaded braids over your shoulder and smirked. “You want that chocolate you like from the snack stand?”
“I got the chocolate I like sittin’ right here next to me.” He licked his bottom lip, looking you up and down.
“Ooh, you are a dangerous flirt, Sigmund Esco. I reckon it’s gonna get you in trouble one day.” Another bubble blown.
“How bout it get me into some right now? Gimme that gum you smackin on.”
One of your eyebrows arched and your mouth twitched. There was no point in acting like you were disgusted because you’d never came harder than you did when Jackie ate your ass while fingering you on the second date. He was a super freak and you were obsessed with him, almost like he put a spell on you.
“Well come and get it then, papa.”
His big hand landed on your thigh, pulling you across the leather seats over to the driver’s side. He grabbed one of your legs to sit on top of his knees, opening you up. Jackie wrapped his fingers around your throat, leading your faces to meet.
Your lips clashed with his hastily. His tongue lapping at your lips until you opened your mouth, allowing him entry to explore. You let out a high moan pushing your gum into his mouth with his tongue instantly curling around it. With shiny lips and a string of spit following you both when you released each other, you were almost tempted to say fuck the movie.
Leaning against the door, Jackie grinned like the cat that got the canary. His strong jaw chewed on your gum like it was his to begin with and you had simply prepped it for him. You sat back, hand pressed to your chest trying to calm your heart.
“Fuckin’ delicious. Watermelon?”
“Boy, you ain’t no good,” you snorted, licking your lips, elated at the taste of him.
“Only for you, sweet thing.” He winked, pulling out his wallet. “Here, take this money so you can get whatever you want.”
“Jackie, I have my own money.”
“I didn’t ask you that, now did I?”
You could be stubborn with the best of them but Jackie being the oldest brother of so many kids you knew it was impossible to win any battle against him. You shook your head, taking his fifty dollar bill.
“And don’t forget my Pibb!” He yelled out the window as you walked away. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was watching your booty bounce in your polkadot sundress.
You were making your way back with the snacks when a familiar face stepped in front of you.
“Sunshine?” Only one man called you that nickname.
“Jerome? Hey honey, how you been?” Your ex whom you hadn’t seen in years. Occasionally one of your girlfriends would run into him and bring you the gossip but you hadn’t laid eyes on him since you both decided to part ways. He was trying to go to college in San Diego and you had stayed in Encino; you both felt the relationship wasn’t worth the long distance.
Jerome was a tall light skin with light eyes, straight white teeth and his signature small afro. The side burns were new though. He was a sweet talker, incredibly kind and smart. It was no wonder you dated him initially but alas you were bored.
He didn’t alight every nerve in your body like Jackie did. Jackie liked to go back and forth with you to an extent. Once he was over that he’d just thrown you down and draw orgasm after orgasm from you like he was born to do it. He could be rough despite that soft spoken, demure façade he put on. He also had a jealousy streak a mile long.
Jerome roped you into a side hug and began asking you questions, wanting to catch up. Every time you attempted to walk away and end the conversation he would reel you back in with some new detail about his life. You were polite but deep down you knew Jackie was probably wondering where you were.
“You lookin’ real good, girl. You must be eating right.” He leered at you.
You opened your mouth to shut him down when: “Yeah, I’m feedin her real good,” replied from behind you.
Exhaling in gratitude, you turned around seeing Jackie right behind you with his arms crossed. You knew that look in his eyes well. It told you that shit was about to go left very quickly.
“Jackie! I was just on my way back when I ran into an old friend. We were just catching up.” You smiled nervously, stepping beside your boyfriend.
“Old friend? From where?”
“I’m her ex,” Jerome supplied, clarifying simply.
You wanted to evaporate completely. Sighing in defeat, your eyes fell shut.
“Oh really?” Jackie’s voice hardened. You didn’t want to look at him.
“Jerome.” The other man stuck out his hand and Jackie just looked at it. Jerome put his hand back to his side.
“You like them J names don’tcha?” Jackie slightly turned his head towards you, arching one of his eyebrows. “Baby, I don’t need to be worried about you leaving me for a James, do I?”
“Technically, your name doesn’t start with a J so…” You joked awkwardly. You met his eyes, then shot yours to the ground seeing the unamused expression on his face.
That was going to be your ass. You knew that the second it came out of your mouth. He was not going to let that slide. Your pulse steadily climbed at the prospect.
“Well, it was nice catching up with you, sunshine. Maybe we can get a cup of coffee next time I’m in Encino.”
“Um, I don’t—“
“She won’t be available.”
The projector flickered on signaling that they were about to play the movie and you couldn’t had been more grateful for the interruption. Jackie grabbed the snacks out of your hands and turned on his heel without another word.
“Damn,” you mumbled under the breath and followed Jackie with your tail between your legs.
It took everything in you to hold in your scream while Jackie brought you to the brink repeatedly and then denied you. You were stretched on his dick with your back to his chest sitting in the drivers seat. He felt you shake while he lazily strummed your clit like a guitar.
Your legs were on either side of his, keeping you wide open for him. Knowing that anybody could look in and see what you two were doing thrilled you.
“Jackie,” you whined, hands clutching the steering wheel.
“Watch the movie, little mama,” the tone in his soft voice meant to brook no argument.
You had no idea what was happening at this point in the movie. Not long after it had started Jackie told you to take your panties off and to come sit in his lap. You were concerned that since you were out in the public that anybody to could see but he was adamant and not in the mood for games. He had taken himself out of his pants, stroked himself a couple of times until his rigid length was ready for you. You had nervously looked around and realized no one was paying your car an inch of attention.
“D’you know why we’re doing this?”
You shook your head, unable to answer because all your thoughts were focused on chasing your climax.
He took his hand away from your engorged bud and you wanted to cry. He rubbed his hands all over your thighs, feeling your sopping pussy clench around his dick.
“Yes, you do. You’re a smart girl. Tell me why.”
The air in the car was intoxicating. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to not move your hips.
“Because I was talking to—“
“Yes, because you were talking to another man. You know that’s not how we move ‘round here, baby.”
“But Jackie, I didn’t want to talk to him!” You groaned. “I’m sorry!”
“Oh, I know you’re sorry. This tight pussy trembling around me tells me that. But I need you to learn your lesson,” Jackie lightly scolded.
You hissed as his fingers went back to circling your clit, unable to control the squirm of your hips. He huffed out a strangled breath behind you. His thick veiny dick throbbed inside your heat. Your arousal was definitely soaking his front of his pants and you weren’t apologetic about that one bit.
“Sig, please. I need to come,” you mewled, biting your lip. The movie was all a blur to you.
“I’m sure you do.” His fingers sped up and your toes curled. Your breathing came in short pants. “Do you deserve it is what I need to know.”
“Yes! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again I promise. Just let me—“ You rattled off incoherently then keened with a closed mouth when he bit your shoulder.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, girl. I gotta lock you up to keep men away from you? Maybe I need to put a baby in ya.” He shifted underneath you, somehow digging deeper into you. His other hand caressed your stomach.
“Please, baby. Do it.” You were out of your mind at this point. You were so close it drove you insane.
Jackie inhaled sharply and slowly thrusted into you. His shallow jerks had your eyes rolling back. Your grip on the steering wheel increasing.
“You want my baby?”
“Yes, papa, whatever you want,” you moaned, gyrating your hips. The wetness of your cunt helping you slide easily.
“Take it then,“ he growled.
You moved like butter with him deep in you. You felt every vein scraping along your walls. With his tip kissing your cervix and the rough pad of his fingers swiping your button, it wasn’t long before you were shaking, coming undone especially hard on his big dick. You smashed your lips together to conceal the shriek that lodged in your throat.
Jackie followed you soon after shooting his seed into your womb. He groaned behind you feeling your pussy milk him dry. He moved your braids to the side and kissed the back of your sweaty neck, licking the skin with every kiss. You melted into his chest and finally released your grip on the steering wheel.
The sun had gone down at some point. Fireflies danced outside the rows of cars.
You casually glanced around and of course no one payed your car any mind, not with the big shark on the screen.
“I love you, Jackie. We so solid, I don’t want anyone else,” you whispered sleepily, turning your head into the crook of his neck. The smell of his Afro soothing you.
“Let’s keep it that way. I love you too, little mama.” He kissed your forehead and hummed with his length still resting in place. You loved that full feeling. “We gon have to come see this movie again. Don’t you think?”
ahdhdhahagdgs yall gotta know i love me some sigmund esco. with his fine ass!!! let me know how yall liked this one 💚
✨✨cat (this one looks almost identical to mine🥹), rosy maple moth, mouse✨✨
no pressure tags: @cuntbitchandthebottlemen @quietchaosclub @scalpdisease @crowsberries (so sorry for any unwanted/repeat tags, pls ignore if that’s the case!!)
this one was kinda tricky. i lowkey just kinda picked animals i really like :)
i ended up picking 𑁍ࠬܓ𓏲 ๋࣭ a puppy! 𑁍ࠬܓ𓏲 ๋࣭ a elephant! & last but certainly not least... 𑁍ࠬܓ𓏲 ๋࣭ a octopus!!
this was sm fun!! my answers were certainly kind of out there. i plan on tagging (no pressure btw) : @femalekanye @strawberrykittymp3 @3leni @cndybliss
i can't wait to see what you guys come up with!! <3
The bathroom still carried the warmth of your shower, the mirrors fogged over in a soft haze while golden afternoon sunlight filtered through the frosted windows of Hayvenhurst.
The room smelled faintly of vanilla lotion and shea butter, your favorite combination, and quiet music drifted lazily from the bedroom radio just beyond the open door.
Sitting comfortably on a towel spread across the tiled floor, one leg stretched out before you, you smoothed a layer of warm wax over your calf with practiced ease, entirely absorbed in what had become just another part of your routine.
RIIP—
You didn’t even notice Michael leaning against the doorway until his voice floated over.
“…Mama?”
You glanced up.
There he was in his favorite red, mickey cardigan, a white button-up underneath and a pair of black pants, damp curls still clinging to his forehead from his own shower.
His arms were folded across his chest as he watched you with the same expression he’d worn when you’d first taught him how to bake cookies—equal parts curiosity and concern.
“What’re you doin’?”
You smiled as you casually ripped off another strip without flinching or even blinking. “Waxing.”
“I know that…” he said, slowly stepping inside. “But…why?”
You blinked once. “…To get rid of hair?”
“But you’re already smooth, baby.”
“Well, I have to maintain that, honey.” You chuckled out, putting another strip of wax on your leg.
“You don’t have to though, your legs…” You looked at Michael and he did an ‘okay’ sign whilst nodding appreciatively.
You giggled at his silliness. “I just prefer to not have leg hair, Michael. I’ve been doing this for years now.”
RIIIP—
“Ohh, okay.” He crouched beside your leg, chin resting on one hand while he watched with genuine fascination.
“So…that stuff just…pulls all the hair out?”
“Mhm.”
“…Every single one?”
“Yep.”
“Doesn’t hurt?”
You paused. “…Baby.”
“What?”
“You know it hurts.”
He frowned dramatically.
“I’ve heard people say that but…” He shrugged confidently. “People exaggerate everything.”
You looked at him. “…Michael.”
“No, really!” he insisted, already smiling. “I mean, people screamed about getting tattoos too.”
“You don’t even have tattoos.” You raised an eyebrow.
“I know, but still.” He puffed out his chest like he was Popeye eating a can of spinach. “I’ve got a high pain tolerance.”
You stared at him with a straight, deadpan look. “Really? Do you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Mikey.”
“I do, (Name).”
“You cried because your tea was too hot.”
“That burned my tongue…!” He blinked his wide eyes and frowned a little.
“You cried because the dentist cleaned your teeth too hard.”
“They were rough….and it still hurts!” He huffed out, holding his cheek.
You couldn’t help but still coo and kiss his cheek, he immediately smiled. Your kisses always were the best cure.
“I still powered through it though mama, didn’t I?”
“Yes you did.”
He pointed dramatically at himself and grinned proudly.
“Then, I can handle pain.”
You stared for several long seconds before setting the wooden spatula down, exhaling.
“…You really wanna do this?”
“I do.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“You can’t get mad at me.”
“I won’t.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“…Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
———————
Michael now sat stiffly on the edge of the bathtub with one pant leg rolled nearly to his thigh while you carefully spread a smooth, even layer of warm wax across his shin.
His expression had changed entirely.
Gone was the fearless performer who had proudly announced his pain tolerance.
In his place sat your very nervous husband whose breathing had become noticeably quicker with every stroke of the wooden applicator.
His fingers gripped the edge of the tub so tightly his knuckles had turned pale. “…It…it’s supposed to be this warm?” he asked quietly.
“Mm-hmm.”
“It feels…strange.”
“That’s normal.”
“…Normal strange?”
“Yes.”
“…Or concerning strange?”
You couldn’t stop smiling. “Normal strange.”
He swallowed hard as you pressed the cloth strip firmly over the wax, smoothing it down several times.
His eyes followed every single movement of your hands. “You’re pressing awful hard.”
“It has to stick.”
“…Does it?”
“Yes.”
“…Maybe…” He laughed nervously. “…Maybe it already stuck enough.”
You ignored him, continuing to smooth the strip with practiced ease.
Michael stared at it in horrified silence before slowly lifting his gaze toward you. “Honey?”
“Yes Michael?”
“…When…when you pull…”
“Mm?”
“…Don’t…” He cleared his throat. “…Don’t pull too hard.”
You blinked. “Michael.”
“…Yeah?”
“That’s literally how the hair comes out.”
His face fell.
“…Oh.”
Silence.
“…Maybe…” he whispered hopefully, “…maybe just…ease it out?”
You burst into laughter.
“I’m serious!” He exclaimed.
“You can’t ease wax off.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it hurts more.”
His eyes widened so dramatically they looked ready to pop out of his head.
“…MORE?”
You nodded.
He immediately began shaking his head.
“No, no, no, no…” he muttered, already trying to slide backward off the tub. “You know what? I’ve thought about it, and body hair is natural. Hair protects us. Hair has feelings probably. We don’t need to do this—“
You gently grabbed his wrist before he could make his escape.
“You promised you’d prove me wrong.”
“I did…”
He looked at you with the expression of a man who had just realized he had signed a legally binding contract without reading it first.
“…Can we renegotiate?”
“No.”
“…Please?”
“No.”
“…What if I do the dishes for a month?”
“No.”
“I’ll organize the pantry.”
“No.”
“I’ll even eat brussels sprouts.”
You smiled sweetly. “No.”
You laughed softly. “Michael, even if you do all that, you can’t just have that strip of wax on your leg forever.”
“I’ll wear pants forever, I don’t like wearing shorts anyway—“
“Michael Joseph Jackson.”
Michael sighed dramatically before squeezing his eyes shut so tightly tiny lines formed around them. “…Okay…” he whispered. “Let’s count, please mama?”
“Okay.” You nodded half-heartedly.
Michael inhaled and exhaled so rapidly like he was performing for Wembley in front of millions.
“One—“
RIIIIP.
The scream that erupted from him was so spectacularly loud that every bird resting peacefully on the roof exploded into the sky at once in a frantic cloud of flapping wings.
Somewhere outside, a squirrel bolted across the yard in terror and all the animals around the home looked at the house in confusion.
Outside, one of the gardeners jumped nearly three feet into the air.
“JESUS CHRIST!”
His hedge clippers lurched sideways and shaved the top off an innocent rose bush. “OH SHIT!”
Another gardener dropped his rake.
“What happened?!”
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”
“SOUNDED LIKE A MOUNTAIN GOAT??”
“IN CALIFORNIA??”
Inside, Michael was still screaming.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Michael lurched forward, clutching his shin with both hands as though you had just amputated it.
“MY LEG!”
You stared at him, the wax strip still pinched between your fingers.
“Michael.”
“IT’S GONE!”
“It’s still attached.”
“I FELT MY SOUL LEAVE MY BODY!”
“It was one strip.” You were already laughing.
Not loudly.
Not enough for him to hear.
But your shoulders had begun shaking uncontrollably.
“Mama!” he cried. “Don’t laugh!”
“I’m not—” You snorted. “I’m not laughing.”
“You are! What the—you’re smiling!”
He held his perfectly healthy shin as you covered your mouth.
“I can’t believe you let that happen!”
“You asked me to do it. I warned you.”
“I didn’t know!”
“I told you.”
“You didn’t tell me it was gonna feel like SATAN HIMSELF WAS RIPPIN’ MY SKIN OFF.”
“It wasn’t that bad.”
“WASN’T THAT BAD?!”
He looked down at the waxing strip you’d just removed.
His already big eyes grew enormous as he looked at his hair.
“…That’s…” He pointed sadly. “Those were mine.”
“Mhm.”
“They’re gone.”
“Mhm.”
“They died.”
You burst into laughter at his dramatic antics.
He immediately pointed toward the waxing kit sitting peacefully on the counter.
“You.” He narrowed his eyes at it. “…You evil little machine…”
Of course, the kit—being inanimate—didn’t respond.
“You hurt me.”
Another dramatic pause.
“…And you’ve been hurtin’ my wife all this time?!”
He gasped.
“Mama…” Michael looked at you with genuine heartbreak. “…How long you been sufferin’?”
You stared at him. “I’m not suffering.”
“You are!”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“YES IT DO!”
“It doesn’t.”
“It HAS TO.”
He glared at the innocent container of wax like it had personally insulted him.
“…You oughta be ashamed of yourself!”
He smacked the container off the counter. “I let you into my home, and you hurt me and my wife!”
Then he slowly crawled across the floor, sitting down next to you until his head landed dramatically in your lap. “I’m never trustin’ that thing again.”
Your fingers immediately found his curls, gently scratching his scalp as you just shook your head. “There you go.”
He sniffled.
“My leg still hurts.”
“I know.”
“I think it’s throbbin’.”
“I know.”
“…Can you kiss it?”
You laughed.
“You are soo dramatic.”
“Mama…” He looked up at you with those eyes. Who could say no?
You leaned down and pressed a tiny kiss against the smooth strip on his shin.
“There.”
He sighed happily.
“…Better.”
Several quiet moments passed while your fingers combed gently through his damp curls.
Then—
“…Uhm…honey?”
“Mhm?”
“…Promise me somethin’.”
“What is it?”
“If anybody asks…”
He looked up with watery brown eyes.
“…Tell ’em I fell.”
You smiled softly. “You want me to lie?”
“…Please.”
“‘Thought lying was bad.”
“Just this once, (Name)!” He clasped his hands together.
“You don’t understand baby…my brothers will make fun of me for 20 centuries if they found out about this…” Michael begged.
You just stared at him for the umpteenth time this hour before exhaling.
“But baby, you have a whole smooth perfect strip on your skin, what am I supposed to say? That you fell on a wax strip?”
“Uh…make up something! I’ll just wear long pants for the whole month— just please…cover f’me?” He looked up at you.
You laughed so hard you had to wipe tears from your own eyes.
“Alright.”
He relaxed again as you kissed his temple.
“…Thank you, (Name).”
———————
A week later…
The Jackson brothers had gathered in the living room, talking over coffee while laughter echoed comfortably through Hayvenhurst.
Michael wandered in wearing athletic shorts and long white socks, carrying a bowl of popcorn.
He plopped onto the couch.
Halfway through adjusting one of his socks, his pant leg rode up.
Jackie froze. “Hold up.”
Michael looked up.
“What?”
Tito leaned forward. “…Mike.”
Jermaine narrowed his eyes. “…Is that…”
Marlon pointed. “…Why is there one perfectly smooth rectangle on your leg?”
Silence.
Michael slowly looked down.
“…Oh.”
He immediately tugged the fabric down.
“Nothin’.” His voice went up one octave.
“It ain’t nothin’,” Jackie narrowed his eyes.
Jermaine leaned closer.
“…Mike.”
A pause.
“…Did…”
He whispered dramatically as he looked around before leaning his head close to Michael.
“…Did she wax you?”
The room filled with the brothers fell quiet.
Michael stared at them.
Then sighed.
“…Maybe.”
He closed his eyes, expecting them to clown on him, for them to torment him with this for years at every family gathering but…
Nobody laughed.
Instead—
Jackie slowly nodded. “…Yeah.”
Michael blinked in confusion.
“…Yeah?”
Jackie rolled up his own pant leg.
A suspiciously smooth strip sat on his calf.
“My wife dared me…it hasn’t grown back in months.”
Tito immediately lifted his jeans.
“…Mine said it’d ‘only sting for a second.’”
Jermaine groaned, shuddering.
“They all say that.”
Marlon pointed at himself.
“…Thought it’d be relaxing….that people were just exaggerating…”
Michael gasped. “You too?”
Jackie sighed deeply.
“I screamed.”
Marlon touched his own pant leg.
“Carol counted to three.”
Michael looked hopeful.
“Did she actually count?”
“…No.”
Michael’s face crumpled.
“Mine too.”
Jermaine nodded solemnly.
“That’s how they get you.”
“They all do that?”
“They all do that.”
Michael looked utterly devastated.
“…It’s not just me then?”
“No.”
“You were tricked.”
“I was.”
Jackie placed a comforting hand on Michael’s shoulder. “You survived.”
“I did.”
Marlon wrapped an arm around both of them. “We all survived.”
Jermaine joined the hug.
“Brothers.”
Michael sniffed dramatically.
“…Survivors.”
“Survivors.” They all said in unison.
Meanwhile, you and the other wives just stared at your husbands with straight, deadpan expressions.
You all then looked at each other whilst sipping on your drinks, all of you wore the same look that said—
“Girl. Are they deadass?”
Michael looked over at you from the middle of the hug, lower lip still pouting.
“Mama?” He called to you.
“Yes, baby?”
“…Tell them I was brave.”
You smiled despite yourself, sighing.
“Michael was very brave.”
His chest puffed up immediately.
“You hear that?”
Jermaine nodded with utmost seriousness. “The bravest.”
Jackie wiped away an imaginary tear. “Our little brother.”
Tito solemnly patted his back. “A warrior.”
Marlon squeezed him again. “A true survivor.”
The wives simply exchanged one exhausted look before shaking their heads in perfect unison.
Honestly…men.
.
.
.
Note: This idea came to me when my stupid brother said that waxing wasn’t that bad—that 🥷🏾was deaddd wronggg 😂
He still looks at me like I threw away all his money in a treasure chest into the ocean 😒 what a drama queen 😂
synopsis: where a late night run to a ice cream shop, things ends up getting real sticky quickly between you and your best friend jackie
warnings: blowjob, use of "mama, baby", flirting (mdni) ˖᯽ ݁ lovely request
The late-summer night air was thick and humid, but inside Jackie’s Cadillac, the air conditioner blew a steady, crisp chill. The neon sign of the 24-hour ice cream parlor buzzed softly overhead, casting pink and cyan light across the dashboard.
Jackie leaned back in the driver’s seat, resting one hand lazily on the top of the steering wheel. He looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. In your hands was a massive waffle cone piled high with your favorite ice cream, while he had opted for a simple cup.
"You're really gonna finish all of that?" Jackie asked, his voice low, smooth, and laced with teasing warmth.
"Watch me," you replied smoothly.
You leaned back into the soft leather seat, turning slightly toward him. You caught his eye and deliberately took a slow, languid bite of the ice cream, letting your gaze hold his. You lingered for just a second longer than necessary, letting a slow, knowing smile spread across your face as you tasted it.
Jackie stopped tapping his fingers on the wheel. His dark eyes widened just a fraction, a spark of sudden heat replacing his relaxed posture. He cleared his throat, adjusting his jacket as he tried and failed to play it cool.
"Is that right?" he murmured, leaning closer into the space between the bucket seats. "You just... enjoyin your dessert, or are you tryna' test my patience?"
"I don't know what you're talkin about, Jackie," you said innocently, taking another lingering bite, keeping your eyes locked onto his. "It's just really good ice cream." You said taking a slow lick on your top lip, licking off some ice cream off your lip.
"Mmhmm. Sure it is," Jackie chuckled, a gentle rumble in his chest. He reached over, his thumb gently catching a stray drop of melted sweet at the corner of your lip, his touch warm and soft against your brown skin.
He didn't pull his hand away immediately. Instead, his dark eyes searched yours, full of playful affection and a heavy, quiet intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
He lowered his voice to a whisper, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. You took another slow lick, this time letting your tongue flatten and drag all the way from the bottom of the cone to the top, collecting cream along the way. A string of saliva mixed with melted ice cream stretched between your tongue and the cone before it broke. You swallowed loud enough for him to hear.
"You find this shit entertaining, huh?" He murmured, his lips curving into a slow, irresistible smirk as he watched you.
"maybe" you teased, tilting your head. "do you find this," you took another slow lick of the ice cream. "Entertaining jackie?"
He watched you, his eyes never leaving your lips. "Yeah," he sat his cup of ice cream down in the cup holder. "Come do that shit to me."
"mmmh I'm not done with," you held up your ice cream with one hand. "This." You smiled tilting your head at him
"I'll buy you another one later." He said, his voice low and velvety. He slowly grabbed the cone out your hand before rolling his window down throwing it out. A small dramatic gasp leaving your lips. "I was gonna eat that!"
"I said I'll buy you another one just..." he pulled you closer by your hand. He had no idea why he was so horny, or maybe cause of the way you kept teasing him knowing exactly what you were doing. Once he pulled you closer your lips inches away from his.
Your heart pounded against your ribs as he closed the tiny distance between you, his breath warm against your cheek. You let out a quiet, amused laugh, resting your hand gently against his chest to steady yourself.
"You're terrible, you know that?" you whispered softly, leaning in until your lips finally brushed his.
It was a slow, sweet kiss at first soft and lingering before you pulled back just an inch, teasing him. He let out a quiet growl of annoyance, his fingers tightening gently around your waist to keep you from pulling away. But instead of kissing his lips again, you leaned your head to the side, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against the warmth of his jawline, slowly tracing a path down to his neck.
His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as a low, raspy sigh escaped his chest. He threw his head back against the leather headrest, his pulse racing under your lips.
You pressed another soft kiss right at the dip of his collarbone, feeling the vibration of his heavy breathing against your skin.
Leaning back up to his ear, your lips barely grazing his shell, you let out a low, playful chuckle. "Awww, poor baby..." you murmured in a velvet-soft tease, holding his gaze as he opened his eyes, dark and filled with pure desire. "...you want this?"
He looked at you, a half-smirk tugging at his lips despite the breathlessness in his voice. "You know damn well I do," he rasped, reaching up to gently cup your cheek.
You whisper in his ear, "backseat?" The windows were already fogging somehow. He leaned back against his seat a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
"You already know the answer to that."
The next thing you know the two of you were in the backseat, jackie leaned against the seat legs spread while you were between them on your knees. His dick already hard straining against his zipper. You reached for it but he grabbed your wrist.
"Mouth first," he said. "None of that extra shit, just like you were doin' that cone."
You looked at him fluttering your eyelashes, "duh." You unzipped him slowly, pulling his dick free. It was thick, flushed dark at the head, already leaking. You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave one experimental stroke, watching a bead of precum well up. Then you leaned in and dragged your tongue from the base all the way to the tip in one long, wet stripe, just like you done with the ice cream.
He groaned, head thunking back against the seat. "fuck..."
You circled the head with your tongue, collecting the salty precum, then opened your mouth and took him in. Your lips stretched around his dick as you sank down, tongue pressed flat against the underside. He watched in complete awe his lips parted before he spoke again. "There you go....just like that mama," he moaned lowly. "You got it.."
You went slow at first, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, every swirl of your tongue. When you pulled back, you let your lips drag along his dick with wet suction, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick before you dove back down.
His hand found your hair, fingers threading through the strands. At first he just held on, but as you took him deeper his grip tightened. You gagged softly when his dick hit the back of your throat, but you didn't pull away. Instead you relaxed letting him push your head down further until your nose pressed against his pelvis.
"You look so pretty like this," he breathed out, "so gorgeous, baby." His big hand stayed holding a good grip on your hair. "fuck—oh shit," he whimpered, voice already shaking.
You held there for a moment, throat convulsing around him, before pulling back for air. Spit ran down your chin, dripping onto his balls. You went down again, faster this time, and he started to move with you. His hips lifted off the seat, fucking up into your mouth in short, desperate thrusts. Each time his dick hit the back of your throat you made a wet, choking sound that only seemed to make him harder.
"Oh my god," he moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps. "Don't stop, please don't stop," he breathed out, voice shaky. "Your mouth feels s'good mama....fuckk" his other hand joined the first in your hair, both fists gripping tight now. He held your head still and started thrusting in earnest, using your mouth like a toy. His dick slammed into your throat over and over, each thrust making your eyes water and your throat bulge. You gagged and sputtered around him, spit pouring from the corners of your mouth, but you didn't fight it. You actually seemed to enjoy it, him fucking your throat until your jaw ached and your lungs burned.
Jackie was loud. Every thrust pulled another sound from him whimpers, moans, broken curses. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, voice cracking. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum down this pretty throat, you want that mama?, hm?"
You moaned around his cock in answer, the vibration making his hips stutter. He pulled you down hard, burying himself to the hilt in your throat as he came. His dick pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down your throat. You swallowed around him, throat working, but there was so much it spilled out around his shaft, mixing with your spit and dripping down your chin onto his balls.
Jackie didn't let go right away. He held you there, cock twitching in your throat, whimpering through the aftershocks. "Shit... shit, that was so good..."
When he finally released your hair, you pulled off slowly, coughing, cum and spit stringing from your lips to his still-hard dick. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen.
He stared down at you like he'd just seen god. "Round two when we get home?" he asked, voice hoarse.
You licked a stray drop of cum from your bottom lip and smiled. "Only if you buy me another cone."
synopsis: where a late night run to a ice cream shop, things ends up getting real sticky quickly between you and your best friend jackie
warnings: blowjob, use of "mama, baby", flirting (mdni) ˖᯽ ݁ lovely request
The late-summer night air was thick and humid, but inside Jackie’s Cadillac, the air conditioner blew a steady, crisp chill. The neon sign of the 24-hour ice cream parlor buzzed softly overhead, casting pink and cyan light across the dashboard.
Jackie leaned back in the driver’s seat, resting one hand lazily on the top of the steering wheel. He looked over at you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. In your hands was a massive waffle cone piled high with your favorite ice cream, while he had opted for a simple cup.
"You're really gonna finish all of that?" Jackie asked, his voice low, smooth, and laced with teasing warmth.
"Watch me," you replied smoothly.
You leaned back into the soft leather seat, turning slightly toward him. You caught his eye and deliberately took a slow, languid bite of the ice cream, letting your gaze hold his. You lingered for just a second longer than necessary, letting a slow, knowing smile spread across your face as you tasted it.
Jackie stopped tapping his fingers on the wheel. His dark eyes widened just a fraction, a spark of sudden heat replacing his relaxed posture. He cleared his throat, adjusting his jacket as he tried and failed to play it cool.
"Is that right?" he murmured, leaning closer into the space between the bucket seats. "You just... enjoyin your dessert, or are you tryna' test my patience?"
"I don't know what you're talkin about, Jackie," you said innocently, taking another lingering bite, keeping your eyes locked onto his. "It's just really good ice cream." You said taking a slow lick on your top lip, licking off some ice cream off your lip.
"Mmhmm. Sure it is," Jackie chuckled, a gentle rumble in his chest. He reached over, his thumb gently catching a stray drop of melted sweet at the corner of your lip, his touch warm and soft against your brown skin.
He didn't pull his hand away immediately. Instead, his dark eyes searched yours, full of playful affection and a heavy, quiet intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
He lowered his voice to a whisper, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. You took another slow lick, this time letting your tongue flatten and drag all the way from the bottom of the cone to the top, collecting cream along the way. A string of saliva mixed with melted ice cream stretched between your tongue and the cone before it broke. You swallowed loud enough for him to hear.
"You find this shit entertaining, huh?" He murmured, his lips curving into a slow, irresistible smirk as he watched you.
"maybe" you teased, tilting your head. "do you find this," you took another slow lick of the ice cream. "Entertaining jackie?"
He watched you, his eyes never leaving your lips. "Yeah," he sat his cup of ice cream down in the cup holder. "Come do that shit to me."
"mmmh I'm not done with," you held up your ice cream with one hand. "This." You smiled tilting your head at him
"I'll buy you another one later." He said, his voice low and velvety. He slowly grabbed the cone out your hand before rolling his window down throwing it out. A small dramatic gasp leaving your lips. "I was gonna eat that!"
"I said I'll buy you another one just..." he pulled you closer by your hand. He had no idea why he was so horny, or maybe cause of the way you kept teasing him knowing exactly what you were doing. Once he pulled you closer your lips inches away from his.
Your heart pounded against your ribs as he closed the tiny distance between you, his breath warm against your cheek. You let out a quiet, amused laugh, resting your hand gently against his chest to steady yourself.
"You're terrible, you know that?" you whispered softly, leaning in until your lips finally brushed his.
It was a slow, sweet kiss at first soft and lingering before you pulled back just an inch, teasing him. He let out a quiet growl of annoyance, his fingers tightening gently around your waist to keep you from pulling away. But instead of kissing his lips again, you leaned your head to the side, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against the warmth of his jawline, slowly tracing a path down to his neck.
His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as a low, raspy sigh escaped his chest. He threw his head back against the leather headrest, his pulse racing under your lips.
You pressed another soft kiss right at the dip of his collarbone, feeling the vibration of his heavy breathing against your skin.
Leaning back up to his ear, your lips barely grazing his shell, you let out a low, playful chuckle. "Awww, poor baby..." you murmured in a velvet-soft tease, holding his gaze as he opened his eyes, dark and filled with pure desire. "...you want this?"
He looked at you, a half-smirk tugging at his lips despite the breathlessness in his voice. "You know damn well I do," he rasped, reaching up to gently cup your cheek.
You whisper in his ear, "backseat?" The windows were already fogging somehow. He leaned back against his seat a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
"You already know the answer to that."
The next thing you know the two of you were in the backseat, jackie leaned against the seat legs spread while you were between them on your knees. His dick already hard straining against his zipper. You reached for it but he grabbed your wrist.
"Mouth first," he said. "None of that extra shit, just like you were doin' that cone."
You looked at him fluttering your eyelashes, "duh." You unzipped him slowly, pulling his dick free. It was thick, flushed dark at the head, already leaking. You wrapped your fingers around the base and gave one experimental stroke, watching a bead of precum well up. Then you leaned in and dragged your tongue from the base all the way to the tip in one long, wet stripe, just like you done with the ice cream.
He groaned, head thunking back against the seat. "fuck..."
You circled the head with your tongue, collecting the salty precum, then opened your mouth and took him in. Your lips stretched around his dick as you sank down, tongue pressed flat against the underside. He watched in complete awe his lips parted before he spoke again. "There you go....just like that mama," he moaned lowly. "You got it.."
You went slow at first, letting him feel every inch of your mouth, every swirl of your tongue. When you pulled back, you let your lips drag along his dick with wet suction, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick before you dove back down.
His hand found your hair, fingers threading through the strands. At first he just held on, but as you took him deeper his grip tightened. You gagged softly when his dick hit the back of your throat, but you didn't pull away. Instead you relaxed letting him push your head down further until your nose pressed against his pelvis.
"You look so pretty like this," he breathed out, "so gorgeous, baby." His big hand stayed holding a good grip on your hair. "fuck—oh shit," he whimpered, voice already shaking.
You held there for a moment, throat convulsing around him, before pulling back for air. Spit ran down your chin, dripping onto his balls. You went down again, faster this time, and he started to move with you. His hips lifted off the seat, fucking up into your mouth in short, desperate thrusts. Each time his dick hit the back of your throat you made a wet, choking sound that only seemed to make him harder.
"Oh my god," he moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps. "Don't stop, please don't stop," he breathed out, voice shaky. "Your mouth feels s'good mama....fuckk" his other hand joined the first in your hair, both fists gripping tight now. He held your head still and started thrusting in earnest, using your mouth like a toy. His dick slammed into your throat over and over, each thrust making your eyes water and your throat bulge. You gagged and sputtered around him, spit pouring from the corners of your mouth, but you didn't fight it. You actually seemed to enjoy it, him fucking your throat until your jaw ached and your lungs burned.
Jackie was loud. Every thrust pulled another sound from him whimpers, moans, broken curses. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, voice cracking. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum down this pretty throat, you want that mama?, hm?"
You moaned around his cock in answer, the vibration making his hips stutter. He pulled you down hard, burying himself to the hilt in your throat as he came. His dick pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down your throat. You swallowed around him, throat working, but there was so much it spilled out around his shaft, mixing with your spit and dripping down your chin onto his balls.
Jackie didn't let go right away. He held you there, cock twitching in your throat, whimpering through the aftershocks. "Shit... shit, that was so good..."
When he finally released your hair, you pulled off slowly, coughing, cum and spit stringing from your lips to his still-hard dick. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen.
He stared down at you like he'd just seen god. "Round two when we get home?" he asked, voice hoarse.
You licked a stray drop of cum from your bottom lip and smiled. "Only if you buy me another cone."
warning: smut! (mdni). p in v, unprotected sex (well wrap it up then), cursing. implied daddy and breeding kinks.
author’s note: sorry the fics have been kinda slow, writers block been whooping my ass. anyways like a good neighbor part 3 should be coming out this week, fr this time;)
synopsis: based off the song morning dew (donk) by beyonce.
word count: 1.1k
it's something 'bout that look you give me
makin' me feel that young love inside
you rubbed your eyes softly as the morning sunlight shined through the sheer ivory curtains, your brown skin glistening from it’s bright glow as your bare body laid entangled with the sheets and jackie’s still body as he laid asleep.
his chest rising from each breath he took, a snore escaping his lips every once in a while. his face softened, filled with peace and relaxation. you smiled to yourself at how good he looked, even while he slept.
you bit down on your bottom lip as you thought back to your long night of passionate love making. your core ached as you remembered his hands felt all over your body, the nonstop yelling of his name as he went deeper inside of you, the sounds of the bed squealing as he put you through the mattress. you guys didn’t stop until the early hours of the morning.
“g’morning baby,” his raspy voice called out as he pulls you on top of him with his warm, strong arms, his hands dropping down, lingering around your hips. you gently peeled the top sheet down lower, exposing his bare lower half.
your gaze dropped down to his chest where your hands laid before traveling back up to his face. his dominant hand ran up your spine, making you shiver as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his softly and tenderly. his plump lips parted slowly as they connected with yours.
the kiss deepened as his large hands traveled your upper body before landing on your plump breasts, you moaned into his mouth as he used his digits to play with your brown nipples, swirling them around his fingers gently.
you pulled back slightly, a quiet laugh escaped your lips as you and his eyes landed back onto each others. a smirk spread across your lips as you felt jackie’s bulge grow harder underneath you. you slowly began to rock your hips back and forth as you bit down on your lip. his harden length rubbed between your slick folds, brushing against your swollen clit every movement, making your core ache for him even more.
mmm, it's something 'bout that feeling you give me
i can't resist them butterflies
“that pussy dripping for me already, thought you would be too sore after last night,” he said with a shit eating grin spread wide across his mouth. you rolled your eyes at him, trying your best to suppress you moans as you rocked faster against him.
“you want daddy to fill you up again huh? want me to fuck your brains out again, i can’t wait to see how pretty you look cryin’ out for me as i give you all this dick, that’s what you want right?” you shook your head rapidly as you slightly rose up your hips. jackie grabbing his member, helping you line it up at your entrance before you slowly sank yourself down onto him.
“oh my goshh,” you cried out loudly, bringing your hand to your mouth at an attempt to not be as noisy but it was no use. you slowly rocked your hips as you began to grind against him, his thickness stretching you, filling up every spot within your damp, fleshy walls.
“fuck baby you feel so good, taking all this dick for me. i can’t wait to fill you up with all this nut, that’s what you want right baby?”
you slowly began to bounce up and down on his thick rod, your pussy fluttering with each bounce. his hands glued to you waist, easily helping you glide up and down onto him, his tip brushing against your spongy g-spot each time.
“yes daddy, that’s what i want, i love it when you fuck me like this,” your eyes struggling to say open as pure bliss took over your body. if you clamped your eyes closed even tighter, you thought you were gonna see stars.
“look at you wetting this dick up baby, creaming all over me and shit. such a nasty girl,” jackie groaned out, his breath hitching with each thrust of his hips as he bottomed you out, your grip on his chest tightened as you bounce harder. the familiar sound of the headboard knocking increased as your lovemaking session grew wilder and wilder. pillows that we once on the bed scattered across the bedroom floor along with your pajamas from the night prior. your moans grew louder and louder as you felt your climax approaching.
“fuck sig, I’m about to cum!”
girl, you sexy in the mornin'
you know you turn me on, babe
“that’s it babygirl, let it all out. keep creaming all over this dick.”
your body shuttered relentlessly as you rode out your first orgasm. you pussy throbbed and clenched around jackie rapidly as you shouted curses among the room, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. you laid next to him, your chest rising as you tried to catch your breath.
you felt his hand snake around your right leg as he pressed himself into your backside, his throbbing dick poking up against your thigh. you moaned softly as you felt him sliding up and down your slickness, his sack full, begging for release.
the two of you moaning as he slid back inside of you. his thrusts were needy and quick paced, his body yearning desperately for release. his soft lips pressing kisses on your upper back as your skin slapped against his as the two of you collided into one with each stroke.
“fuck baby, you feel so fuckin’ good, i don’t think i can last much longer,” he moaned out as his eyes struggled to stay open, his bottom lip sandwiched between his upper and lower teeth. your wetness dripped down his shaft, his dick curved, fitting your walls perfectly.
“yes daddy, please cum in me, please,” you desperately begged as his thrusts grew sloppier, you fingers rubbing circles on your clit rapidly as he pounded you silly. he released a deep growl from his throat as warm, sticky seed began to coat your walls.
he called out mantras of your name as he buried his face into your neck, his legs slightly shaking as he released himself inside of you. as he rested on his back, you crawled into him, your head resting on his chest. you sighed contently as you heard his heartbeat damn near the same rhythm as yours. you loved starting your mornings off like this.
𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.
𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.
OMGGGG YAYYY i can YAP — ty for thinking of me 🥹!
ೀ hair color: copper (ginger)
ೀ favorite color: lavender purple .ᐟ
ೀ favorite drink(s): matcha, tea & GINGER ALE .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you love about yourself: im conceited—everything, lol jk : my willingness to help evb .ᐟ
ೀ if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a cat
ೀ dream place to visit: china or rome .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you’re looking forward to: celebrating my fren’s august birthdays .ᐟ
ೀ my biggest dream: becoming a neurologist & publishing research on tbi & colon cancer .ᐟ
ೀ songs on repeat: okayy by latto, kiss n tell by aespa, church by mariah the scientist & f*ck swag by nettspend .ᐟ
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𑣲𝄞 hair color : black
𑣲𝄞 favorite color : alice blue & pink
𑣲𝄞 favorite drink(s) : horchata & dr pepper
𑣲𝄞 one thing you love about yourself : hmmmm my fashion sense (its not consistent at all and thats why i love it)
𑣲𝄞 if you can be an animal, what would you be? : a possum :D
𑣲𝄞 dream place to visit : india and ireland
𑣲𝄞 one thing you're looking forward to : to finally be rid of church boy forever :D
𑣲𝄞 my biggest dream : to finish and graduate college. and become a counselor 🥹
𑣲𝄞 songs on repeat : free by 6lack, radar by lil hero, 3:16am by jhené aiko, champagne coast by blood orange, when the night calls by blood cultures & fantasy by dye (i never get tired of this song)
np tags but i lowk wanna get to know some of yall a little better : @lorelays @hysterotic @porcalinecunt @qrtem @thelibrarianangsti @chaoslibra @koretholics @lunebrew @wildflowersandbarley333 @kunaiiikittennn @bloomflix @spacedust-alley @feuillmorte @nyajiro
hair colour: dark brown (my roots are black tho they're growing out lol)
favourite colour: pink, blue, dark brown, white
favourite drinks: any kind of smoothie, apple juice, lychee tea
one thing you love about yourself: naturally have a lot of empathy?
if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a humpback whale (bc i like them but also i kinda wanna mess with orcas)
dream place to visit: wherever whales are, i wanna see a whale in this lifetime
one thing you're looking forward to: traveling with my friendss
my biggest dream: creating a safe space for queer people and being happy with my friends and and uh seeing a humpback whale irl
songs on repeat: kiss n tell - aespa, when it rains - paramore, crash out - tinashe, switchblade - beabadoobee, deep love - split end, さよならロストジェネレイション - asian kung-fu generation, anyway - ephraim, 明弦音 - MyGO!!!!!
no pressure tags! @pushingpesticides @cerezasefimeras
1. Hair Color: Dark brown
2. Favorite Color: Sage green
3. Favorite Drink: Pomegranate lemonade
4. Something I Love About Myself: I’m extremely outspoken about my politics and refuse to shut up
4. What Animal Would I Be?: Red panda
5. Dream Visit: Sri Lanka, birthplace of Theravada Buddhism
6. Looking Forward To: COLLEGE!
7. Biggest Dream: Living to see the fall of the powers that be
8. Songs On Repeat: Notos by The Oh Hellos
@l0velyl4vender, @shypervydolly, @sweatyfuntrash, @licoriceisback, open tags
౨ৎ˚ hair color: still black from when i combed out my locs
౨ৎ˚ favorite color: plum
౨ৎ˚ favorite drink: coca cola!
౨ৎ˚ one thing you love about yourself: my face :)
౨ৎ˚ if you could be any animal what would you be?: a jag
౨ৎ˚ dream place to visit: italy
౨ৎ˚ what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: this fall semester
౨ৎ˚ your biggest dream: being a rich woman, traveling the world, no kids
౨ৎ˚ song that's permanently on repeat: crush by solange, damned by miguel, be like a woman by chris rainbow, i belong to you by rome. i can’t help it by michael, IDK IDK I CANT PICK ONE 😫
˖᯽ ݁˖ premise — while shopping with your friends you run into your celebrity crush michael jackson and he seems to find you very beautiful
˖᯽ ݁˖ contains — Michael is just fishing !
Aventura Mall — January 5th, 2003
The ambient hum of the shopping mall provided a steady background murmur—chatter, the distant clink of store displays, and the soft echoing footsteps across polished tile. You were strolling through one of the higher-end boutiques, browsing casually, when the atmosphere around the far side of the store subtly shifted.
A quiet ripple moved through the small crowd near the entrance. People turned, whispering, but keeping a respectful distance. Standing near a display of leather travel bags was a tall, unmistakable figure. He wore a sharp black button-down, dark trousers, and dark sunglasses resting lightly on his nose, flanked by a burly guard who kept a watchful, protective eye on the surroundings.
It was Michael.
Your breath caught in your throat. Seeing your ultimate celebrity crush in person felt entirely surreal, as if a dream had bled directly into reality.
As if sensing the sudden shift in attention, Michael slowly turned his head. Through the dark tint of his glasses, his eyes locked onto yours. A subtle, soft smile immediately touched his lips.
He didn't look away. Instead, he ducked his head slightly—a classic, gentle habit—and ducked behind his hand for a brief second to hide a shy giggle. There was a sweet, unmistakable warmth in his expression as he took in your presence.
Your reaction was pure magic. A bright, radiant smile broke across your face, your eyes lighting up with an undeniable fairytale-like wonder. You clasped your hands together, practically floating with a whimsical, joyful energy that lit up the entire room.
Michael’s smile widened instantly. He was completely charmed. He took off his sunglasses, tucking them into his shirt pocket, exposing those wide, deep brown eyes that looked at you with genuine admiration and gentle curiosity.
"Hi there," he said, his voice soft, velvety, and carrying that incredibly polite, refined tone.
"Hi!" You breathed out, your happiness overflowing. "I'm so sorry to interrupt your shopping, but I just... I couldn't believe it was really you."
"Oh, please don't apologize at all," Michael said quickly, waving a gentle hand in reassurance. He took a small step closer, his posture polite and entirely respectful, yet his eyes held a bright, admiring spark. "It is an absolute pleasure to meet you. You have such a beautiful, wonderful energy... truly."
The warmth in his voice was completely sincere. He stood there, slightly leaning in, listening to every word you said with total attentiveness, like you were the only person in the busy mall. He was softly spoken, almost coy, ducking his chin whenever you complimented him, but his eyes never left yours.
"Could I... would it be okay if I asked for a hug?" you asked softly, holding your hands near your chest, looking at him with hopeful, bright eyes.
Michael’s grin went wide, a deep, ridiculous, infectious smile spreading across his face that lit up his whole features.
"Of course," he murmured sweetly.
He stepped forward without hesitation, opening his arms wide. As you stepped into his space, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a warm, solid, completely comforting embrace. He smelled faintly of sweet vanilla and rich cologne. He patted your back gently, chuckling softly right beside your ear before pulling back just enough to look at you again.
"Thank you for coming over," he said softly, his voice dropping to an affectionate whisper. "You really made my day today."
"You made mine," you smiled back, radiant.
Michael gave a polite little nod, touching his chest right over his heart in a gesture of appreciation. "Have a wonderful rest of your day, sweetheart."
You gave him one last bright wave before stepping back toward the main concourse of the mall, your heart hammering happily in your chest.
Michael stood watching you walk away for a moment, the wide smile still resting comfortably on his face. As you disappeared around the bend of a boutique, he turned slightly toward his main security guard, who had been observing the interaction with a quiet smile of his own.
Michael leaned in close to the guard, tapping his shoulder gently and speaking in a soft, urgent whisper.
"Hey... go catch up to her real quick," Michael murmured shyly, glancing back down the hallway where you had walked. "Ask her if she'd be willing to give you her phone number for me. Please... make sure she knows it's directly from me."
The guard chuckled, giving a firm nod. "On it, Boss."
Michael smoothed down his black shirt, looking back toward the hallway one last time with a bashful, expectant smile, waiting quietly by the store display with his other security guards.
You were practically floating out of the store, one hand clutching your chest and the other waving rhythmically in the air like a fairytale princess who had just been kissed by a prince. The mall suddenly felt like a magical realm. The fluorescent lighting? Golden hour. The smell of the food court cinnamon rolls? Pure stardust.
You were this close to breaking into a full theatrical musical number right outside the bath shop when a shadow suddenly eclipsed the sun. Or, well, eclipsed the skylight.
A tall, towering wall of a man—Michael’s head security guard—stepped smoothly into your path, blocking you with the quiet efficiency of a secret agent.
"Excuse me, ma'am," he said, his voice a deep, calm rumble.
You froze mid-step, your foot still hovering an inch off the shiny tile. Your brain completely short-circuited. Oh no, you thought, panic instantly shooting through you. Did I hug him too hard? Did I accidentally steal his cologne by breathing it in too deeply? Am I being detained by the Michael Jackson Police?!
"Yes?" you squeaked out, a full octave higher than your normal voice.
The security guard tried to keep a stern, professional face, but a tiny, knowing smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. He leaned down slightly so only you could hear.
"Mr. Jackson sent me," he said smoothly. "He was wondering if he could get your phone number. He'd really like to talk to you again."
Time stopped.
The entire universe ground to a complete halt. Your soul briefly left your body, hovered over the mall concourse to inspect your life choices, and then slammed back into your chest.
Your knees turned into straight-up jelly. You let out a strange, high-pitched gasp that sounded suspiciously like a deflating squeak toy, and your head swam so fast you had to reach out and grab the nearest solid object—which happened to be a sturdy mannequin sitting outside a clothing boutique. You clung to the mannequin’s plastic waist like a life raft, your eyes wide as saucers.
"I... what?" you choked out, your hand going to your forehead. "Wait, hold on. Am I passing out? Is this a hallucination? Am I having a fever dream in aisle four?"
The guard chuckled, stepping forward just a bit in case he actually had to catch you. "You're completely fine, ma'am. Deep breaths. But yeah, he's waiting over there by the luggage shop right now, looking pretty eager."
You slowly turned your head to glance back down the hallway. Sure enough, peek-a-booing around the glass display window of the luggage store was Michael. The moment he saw you look back, he immediately ducked his head with a giggling, bashful smile, biting his lip and hiding half his face behind his hand like a shy teenager who just got caught staring.
Seeing him actually waiting for your answer nearly sent you straight to the floor a second time.
"Okay, okay, I'm good, I'm conscious, my heart is just doing a quick 200 BPM sprint," you chuckled, fumbling frantically through your bag for your phone or a pen. Your hands were shaking so wildly that you almost dropped your keys. "Yes! Absolutely, 100%, tell him yes!, oh my gosh i live for that man's music yall don't understand."
You scrambled to unlock your phone to type your digits into the guard's notepad, your whole face burning hot with the brightest, most ecstatic grin.
"Here!" you said, handing the screen back with a giddy, trembling hand. "Please tell him I said thank you and that if I pass out on the way to my car, it was entirely his fault!"
The guard took down the number, chuckling warmly at your reaction. "Will do. You have a great day, miss."
As the guard walked back, you watched from a safe distance as he leaned down to whisper into Michael's ear. Michael’s eyes lit up instantly, a massive, brilliant smile breaking across his face as he took the little piece of paper, looking down at your number like it was a prized trophy. He glanced back up at you one last time through the crowd, giving you a cute, subtle little wave before ducking into the back room with his team, leaving you standing in the middle of the mall, still clutching a plastic mannequin, entirely swooning.
Hiyaaa loving your stories! Can u do a jackie x reader and makes a movie with him (😜😜😜)
〈 ON CAMERA 〉- JACKIE J
𝟅𝟈 pairings: jackie Jackson x fem!reade
𝟅𝟈 warnings: smut, recording sex, thumb in the 🍑, explicit sexual content, double penetration, multiple orgasms, power dynamics, established relationship
𝟅𝟈 a/n: hopefully this makes sense, tried to let out my inner papa freak on this one ;)
The air in the bedroom was thick with anticipation, the dim lighting casting long, flickering shadows against the walls.
On the bedside table, a high-end camcorder, its small red light blinking.
Jackie stood in the center of the room, shirtless, his muscles rippling under his skin.
He looked at the camera and then at you, a hungry, predatory glint in his eyes.
The vulnerability from before was gone, replaced by a raw, carnal need to be seen, to be recorded, and to be completely undone by you.
"You really want this on tape, baby?" he rasped, his voice low and vibrating. "You want the whole world or just us to see exactly how I fuck you?"
You didn't answer with words. Instead, you walked toward him, your eyes locked on his, and slowly slid your clothes off, leaving you completely naked and glistening under the soft lights.
You stepped into the frame of the camera, arching your back and rubbing your nipples, knowing exactly how the lens was capturing every curve of your black skin.
Jackie groaned, the sound guttural and needy. His large hands gripping your hips and turn you around, pulling your ass back against his hardness.
He then spun you both around and shoved you down onto the bed, positioning you so the camera had a perfect, wide-angle view of your spread legs.
Jackie didn't waste a second. He dropped to his knees, his face diving between your thighs.
He didn't tease; he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue lashing out in long, wet strokes that made you scream.
He sucked your clit hard, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub while his fingers shoved deep inside you, stretching your walls.
"Look at the camera, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled by your flesh. "Let it see how wet you are for me."
You gripped the headboard, your hips bucking wildly as he drank you in, the sound of his sloppy licking filling the room.
Just as you were on the verge of a screaming climax, he pulled away, leaving you shivering and desperate.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes in one fluid motion, his thick, pulsing cock springing free.
He lifted your legs, draping them over his shoulders and he started fucking you.
The camera captured everything, the way his thick shaft disappeared completely into you, the way your pussy lips stretched and clung to him.
He picked up the pace, his hips moving in a blur of friction.
He was fucking you with nasty intensity, his face strained, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest.
You felt the pressure building, a tidal wave of heat crashing through your gut.
You screamed his name, your body convulsing in a violent, toe-curling orgasm that squeezed him tight.
Jackie pulled out and you whined. He grabbed the camcorder. He held it in his hand now laying on his back.
"Get on it," he commanded, his voice a low, demanding rumble. He leaned back against the headboard, he was pulsing and it was standing straight up.
"I want to see everything girl."
You obeyed, straddling him and slowly lowering your hips. As you sank down, Jackie tilted the camera downward.
The screen captured the vivid image of your wet pussy lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.
The microphone picked up the loud, wet squelch as he disappeared inside you, the camera capturing the way your flesh clung to him, glistening with a mixture of pre-cum and the remnants of his previous load.
"Look at that," Jackie groaned, his eyes darting between the screen and your face. "Look how tight you are for me. You're fucking soaking, baby."
He began to thrust upward, his hips snapping up to meet your descent.
He kept the camera angled low, filming the way your pussy lips were being pulled and stretched with every deep plunge.
You put your hands on his chest, your head tossing back as you rode him, your walls clamp down on him even harder.
"You love being watched, don't you?" he rasped, the camera shaking slightly with the intensity of his movements. "You love knowing exactly how nasty this looks."
After a few minutes of frantic riding, Jackie decided he wanted a different view. "Turn around," he ordered. "We want to see that ass."
You shifted, turning your back to him and settling into a reverse cowgirl position.
You arched your back, your breasts swaying as you bounced on his shaft.
Jackie moved the camera, filming the view from behind, the way your plump cheeks spread apart revealing the glistening, open entrance of your pussy as it swallowed him whole.
As you picked up the pace, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
While his other hand kept the camera steady, filming the raw friction of your bodies, he slid his large thumb down.
He didn't hesitate, pressing his thumb firmly against your tight puckered hole and shoving it deep inside your ass.
You let out a sharp, piercing scream, your entire body jolting. The sensation of being filled in both holes simultaneously was overwhelming.
You felt stretched to your absolute limit, you twitching violently around him and his thumb.
"Yeah, take it," Jackie growled, his voice thick with lust. He began to pump his thumb in and out of your rectum in sync with the thrusts of his cock. "I've got you completely filled, baby. You're my little toy on camera."
The dual stimulation sent you over the edge. You began to shake, your pussy gripping him in rhythmic, crushing waves of an orgasm.
Jackie didn't stop, he pushed his thumb deeper, while he hammered into your pussy one last time.
He let out a moan, his body stiffening as he erupted inside you again, the camera capturing the violent tremors of your climax and the sheer intensity of his release.
He kept the camera rolling for a few seconds after, filming the way you collapsed, your pussy leaking his cum while his thumb slowly slid out of your backside with a wet, popping sound.
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, both of you gasping for air.
He then pushed on off of him gently and a string of cream and seed leaking from your open pussy and dripping onto the sheets.
"That," he whispered, kissing you deeply, "is going to be my favorite movie of all time."
Do you take requests? I have a Jackie Jackson x reader idea
Jackie Jackson and reader have been together for two years and she’s been there through all of Jackie’s fame, crazy lifestyle with the fans, the gilts and glamour and even Joe. She has a stalker and she hasn’t told Jackie about it not wanting to worry him. After she received another letter, it was so bad she had no choice but to tell Jackie. Jackie is in protective mode, he ups the security, he basically never lets reader out of his site until a festival performance. (the stalker could be a crazy ex boyfriend, or a random fan, idk up to you)
Jackie and his brothers have a performance and reader goes missing at the festival, I really just want a lot of drama and angst with a hint of fluff because we need protective and reassuring Jackie, take this and write it however you feel best❤️!
OUUU I'VE BEEN THINKING ON THIS, already got the gears in my head turning cause I'm #angstnation okay. its gonna be worth the wait twin just you watch!!
Reader had too many drinks and Jackie takes care of her like a gentleman. She’s so drunk that she can’t even walk, she’s clingy, she’s horny and wants Jackie but Jackie would never take advantage of her in this state. He’s respectful and even though reader’s honestly embarrassing herself he still looks at her with so much love in his eyes
OMG MY FIRST REQUEST EVER!!
this is so cute! will be posted soon cause honestly we love fluff ova here!!!
not even gonna lie, some of y’all are so weird about black people on here.
just notice how it’s always black men being written as toxic, or cheaters, or “ghetto”.
jude bellingham, michael jackson (like, how??), jaafar jackson, lewis hamilton etc etc
just skimming the jude bellingham tags, there so many fics where people write him as some ghetto, toxic, messy, nasty guy, like are we talking about the same jude? the same jude who’s sweeter than grandma’s cookies? who comforts his opponents after matches, who gives his kid his coat when they’re doing anthems and it’s cold?? like what the fuck?
of course, yes it’s fiction, but this toxic narrative is always being pushed on black men.
it’s like white bitches have some fetish for black men and them being toxic, d’you know how fucking weird that is?? y’all heard jermajesty jackson say the n word once and people are pushing the agenda that he’s some toxic guy, what the hell is wrong with you?
and, the other side of the coin - black female characters.
notice how people will label a character as “butch”, and then you look at them, and they’re just black, or bigger, or muscular, or indigenous, or a mix of them all? notice how when people make “feminine” oc’s, they’re always white or light-skinned, and their butch oc’s are nearly ALWAYS black women?
white women need to be studied for their fetishises with black people.
tagging my only two mutuals 😭 : @plumppies @bambijackson
