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everyone who claims to love michael but easily forgets he advocated for peace between all races???

Michael was a black man, which some people seem to forget, trying to claim him solely for the white community (which will never happen??) Yet does this mean he’s exclusive to only the black community; no.

This isn’t black vs white.

This isn’t american vs british.

Every one person is not the same and should NOT be subjected to prejudice because you have a certain idea or mentality about people.

Especially with friendly fire in the black community, a lot of people feel the need to attack one another based on whether they’re british, american, mixed, etc. We’re all BLACK.

lastly, michael loved all races, and wanted all races to love each other, let’s stop generalising groups of people and assuming because you met people who gave you a negative experience that all people of that ‘type’ are the same, because that’s just not realistic.

can we live in peace, cus this is getting outta haaand… and we all know full well michael would not stand for any of this problematic behaviour..

mind you not everyone in this fandom is either black or white.. LETS BE INCLUSIVE

yea, you knew to stay anonymous ugly ahh ho

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Michael x Fem!reader

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Summary: You and Michael are out at Studio 54. You’re on the floor, dancing, having a good time, but you see something you don’t like.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, male oral, overstimulation, mentions of D*ana, begging, use of a vibrator, reader is lowk mean but mike is into it.

A/n: Hi!! Im glad you like my works! (It means so much to me omg) hope you like it. I made a off the wall reference 👀👀 As always, my readers are always black, but I make sure my characters work for everyone.

The bass in the music is making you feel some type of way. You’re currently sitting at a table with Michael, your head bopping to the beat. “I think I wanna go dance.” You say to Michael, hoping the music isn’t drowning out your voice.

He nods. “Alright, have fun.”

You frown slightly. “You don’t wanna dance with me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to tire myself out before the concert tomorrow. But, you can get on the floor.”

You sigh. “Alright, I’ll be back.”

About 30 minutes later, you’re enjoying yourself, dancing, a light layer of sweat building on your forehead.

You look over to where Michael is, or was, but you can’t find him. ‘Huh. That’s weird’ You look left and right, trying to find him.

Now, you’re wondering around, looking like a lost child trying to find their parent. Eventually, you give up, figuring that he’s probably in the restroom.

As you turn around to go back to your shared table, you see Michael. With her. Diana. They’re dancing on the floor, having the time of their life.

You’re not even mad about him dancing, Yes you are it’s the fact that he’s dancing with her. Oh hell no. You’re not going to do this tonight.

You grab your things and leave. As you open the backseat of the car door, and sit down, Bill is in the driver seat.

He looks back at you, eyebrows pinched together. “Where’s Michael?” You sigh. “He’s in there. With her.”

He nods, understanding how you feel. He puts the car in drive, ready to take you home, but before he’s able to drive off, there’s a voice outside of the door saying your name.

You sigh, already knowing who it is. “Unlock the door.” You roll your eyes, moving to sit behind Bill, not bothering to unlock the door. “Bill!” His voice is as stern as it can be.

Bill shakes his head in disbelief, unlocking the door. Michael hops in the car, looking at you with a frown. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” His eyes shining with concern.

You scoff, looking at him, your eyes falling to his cheek that’s accompanied by a red lipstick mark. “Look at your cheek, then ask me that again.”

He frowns, bringing his hand up to feel around his cheek. He brings his hand down to see a smear of red. He sighs. Diana.

“Don’t tell me this is about her.” He shifts his gaze towards you, just to find you looking out the window, your legs crossed. He says your name, but you ignore him. He repeats it over and over again.

You finally speak up, just to say: “Hey, Bill? Can you turn that up? I love this song.” You ask, the radio playing Sade.

Michael sighs, giving up, hopefully you both will have a talk at home.

At home

Michael is currently sitting on the couch, legs spread open with you in between them. “Are you sorry?” You ask, your hand moving up and down on his cock slowly.

Michael moans, his hands gripping the cushions. “Y-yes, I am!”

“Are you sure?” You move your thumb to trace his tip. “Uh- please!” He moans, his head falling back, eyes closing in pleasure.

“Please keep going? Please give you more? Or please stop?” You ask, continuing your movements.

His head snaps up, eyes wide open. “No, no, no, no, no, please, keep going!” He whines, hips thrusting up, desperate for more friction.

“I don’t know,” you drag out. “I don’t know if you really gave me an apology.” You slowly halt your movements.

“Okay, okay, okay, I-I’m sorry for- for dancing with her a-and letting her kiss my cheek!” He pants out.

“Thank you for the apology.” You pick up the pace of your hands, then bobbing your head up and down ln his length.

His hips jerk up. “Wait, Im gonna cum!” He says trying to push you off of him. You move your hands from his cock to his wrists, pining them down.

You hum around his length, causing chills to go up his spine.

Once again, his head moves back, eyes shut. After a few moments, he came. His body tensing, thighs clenching, his release in your mouth.

You pull back, swallowing. You look at Michael, his chest falling up and down, eyes still closed.

You walk away briefly before coming back with something in your hand. A vibrator. You turn it on, letting the lowest setting hum.

Michaels eyes snap open. “What? What are you doing?” His voice hoarse.

“Shh, just sit back and take it.” You tell him before placing the vibrator on his tip. “Aah! I-I already came!” He both moans and yells out. “I apologized! P-please!”

“You gave me an apology, yes. But I didn’t accept it, did I?” You say, moving the setting to the medium.

“Please, I’m sorry.” Tears falling from his eyes. “Aw.” You mock pout him, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears, then turning the vibrator to it’s higher setting.

He moans your name out, hips jerking. “Im gonna-“ he cuts himself off with a silent moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. As he cums for the second time, you move the vibrator back.

Okay wow whose horse is that🫣🫣why is it so big

i’m gonna preface this with the fact that i am a proud black woman and i’m happy to be black.

i see a lot of anon asks and conversation under the michael tag on people getting pissed when y/n’s race is supposedly “not specified” and then you go down to read the fic and there’s very clear indications that she’s white. and yeah, that’s annoying as hell when you read it, and it’s normal to get pissed off when it isn’t said she’s white/not black.

however i have also seen a lot of other people getting angry when y/n is unspecified on a black author’s fic and then the writer goes on to describe things like braids and traits you’d find for a black woman. but when they get called out for it, it’s “letting their own side show in their fics” or the people calling them out are “racist”.

as i said, i’m black, but i just don’t think it’s fair at all that white/not-black authors get a lot of hate for doing the same thing but us black authors get less and can say “im only inputting my own opinions and experiences” whereas a white author can not. either ignore it for all fics or all authors change up. the second option is far less likely bc we authors write how we want.

my fics, i try to make them unspecified but sometimes i do mess up every now and then and i like when people respectfully dm me or send me an ask about it, and i do change it. but let’s not have some double standard for different authors, michael loved everyone.

another quick mention i’d like to make is there are so many vague posts attacking authors/fics you didn’t like - if you don’t like them, block and move on. if it’s really bad (as in the fic is ethically very bad), talk to the author? or make a direct post? there’s no use for vague posting about one specific person but not telling us who to block. multiple authors end up seeing a post and feeling it might be them.

and finally, i see loads of vague posts about how there’s a lot of smut - authors write for free. if you want angst, fluff, text smaus, au’s, but always complain that there is just smut - write them yourself. writers will write what they want to, you can request to us, you can ask us, it’s never a guaranteed yes. yes you can be frustrated but please be respectful!! a lot of the writers here are new and have come from the movie/discovered michael recently, and want to explore themes of smut too.

and stop being so rude to new fans, michael is probably the most famous artist of all time, you can’t gate keep him.

lots of love,

bambi 🧸

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who allowed you to get comfortable in his bed and fall asleep while he finished the movie by himself. Occasionally taking glances underneath your gown and seeing pink lace

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who couldn’t resist the urge. Cutting off the lights in his bedroom before unbuttoning his jeans and exposing himself, watching his precum roll down his shaft—just feeling the cool air brush past his tip made him shiver with sensitivity

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who moved your hair out of the way to get a better glimpse at you, tucking your hair behind your ear while his dominant hand did all the dirty work. Stroking himself from his base and back up to the tip, showing himself extra attention in the more sensitive spots before stopping to prevent getting too loud

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who has been secretly using you as inspiration to orgasm for the past three months. Always stealing you away from his sister just to have alone time with you. Watching you from the distance and playing the innocent role

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who fantasized about how good you taste in between your legs. Thinking about the night he overheard you talking about how you watched porn and got so turned on watching the woman receive oral from her partner

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who had his head pressed into his headboard still masturbating with you right next to him. Mouth slightly open and breathing harder than usual, eyes closed as he imagined you on top of him—riding him hard and kissing all over his lips and neck

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who had a bad habit of collecting a pair of your underwear whenever you came over. Almost getting caught the last time by you, creeping out the room .5 seconds before you walked in to change

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who had now achieved his first second orgasm and didn’t even attempt to stop. His cum shot out and he continued to keep going as he stared at your beautiful face. Fantasizing about your lips touching his and how you’d look with your lips wrapped around his dick

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who was whimpering and whispering whatever came to his mind when it came to you. Saying things to you that he’d never be able to do during the day. How badly he needed you and felt pathetic he had to do things like this just to feel relieved from his desires

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who had woken you up with his sweet whimpering and stuttering through his hot tears. The loud noises his hand made with each stroke , hand covered in his own fluids

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who was so embarrassed that you had caught him red handed. Little did he know you were into some of the same kinks as he was. Instead of being grossed out you were turned on by it, encouraging him to keep going for your own pleasures. Kissing his ear gently and rubbing his chest while you encouraged him to keep going

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who watched you undress and expose your chest, allowing him to use it as inspiration to chase his orgasm. Grabbing your breast and dragging your nipple across his mouth and pulling it away just before he could fully enjoy the experience, watching his face grow with desperation and on the verge of crying

•!!•°*🩰 Pervy!Michael who had finally came three times before you allowed him to even touch you. Lying against the headboard and allowing him to suck your nipples while still masturbating. Taking breaks to catch his breath just to refer to you as things like “baby girl” or “angel”. Begging for your forgiveness for doing something so wrong right in your face. Listening to your moans get louder as he brought you to your own peak just from his oral fixation

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who was surprised that you requested for him to cum on your face, making him masturbate harder than he ever had as he watched it shoot all over your tongue and various areas of your mouth. Each ejection feeling better than the first. Having to cover his mouth to mask the overstimulating orgasm he just had

•!!•°*🩰Pervy!Michael who immediately grabbed you by your waist and cried into your abdomen with his hands around your waist while you rubbed the back of his head and soothed his crying. Accepting his multiple apologies and kissing his lips as a sign of forgiveness

Inspired by the lovely @j-nae