⋮ ⌗ 🍏ᵎᵎ Guess who’s thinkin’ of bein captarina of extra fluffy Marlon, Jackie, Jermaine and Michael fics? Hell maybe even Tito. Mostly my personal big three though (Michael, Jermaine and Marlon).
They’d be inspired by my favorite songs, images I saw on Pinterest and have hints of implied bow chica wow wow moments. Ya know? Wouldn’t be overly explicit.
For me? I quite enjoy the build up akin to that of foreplay. The teasing, the subtle eye contact, the tension!
If ur into such sensual bidness, I may be the gal ur lookin’ for.
Can’t make any promises these fics would be finished with haste or onna schedule. My ADHD executive dysfunction go crazy.
Fun fact of the day: I say you’re like yur, a habit I realized when listening back to my voice notes to ensure I expressed myself fully and correctly.
I’m gonna curate my about me post soon. Requests may become accessible as well. Heavy on the may part. Just thought an announcement was needed for those who’re in the Marlon and Jermaine fluff/fic drought like mwah.
My target audience is exclusively black!reader and focused on my favorite eras of Mike outside the late Jacksons era (Thriller and Off the Wall).
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“ ‘m too sensitive mikey.” you grumbled out closing your shaking legs.
“oh come on baby, i didn’t get to finish.”
mike knew you were super sensitive after your first orgasm and he shouldn’t of let you cum just yet, but the way your face scrunched up and you bit your lip he just couldn’t say no to that.
“open up mama. come on.” using one of his large hands to spread your plush brown legs back open and the other to grip his dick that was pulsing and dripping pre cum, begging for a release. he tapped the plush brown tip of his dick on your creamy clit. “see she wants some more.” he smiled at the noises that were made.
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❛ Road trip ❜ with The Jacksons pls! Reader is Michael's best friend (he has feelings for her ofc) but there is barely any room in the van so she has to sit in someone's lap. At first Michael being all nervous lets her sit on one of his brother's lap (you can choose) but then he starts getting jealous so he makes her sit on his lap wink wink
THE GIRL IS MINE — MICHAEL JACKSON
featuring: pre otw era!michael jackson, best friend!reader, marlon jackson.
synopsis: reader has to sit on marlon's lap (he won the poll) because there is no space in the van and michael is having none of it.
warnings: the jacksons being menaces.
a/n: i LOVED writing this. to the people who keep asking if i take requests for the other brothers, yes i doooo!
You and Michael had been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. It all started in elementary school, more specifically, one day a kid named Ronald decided to bully Michael. You stepped in without thinking twice, and after the bully finally gave up and walked away, you sat beside Michael and offered him a handful of the strawberries your mom had packed in your lunch.
You spent the rest of recess talking about Peter Pan, your favorite animals, and all the adventures you wished you could go on. By the time the bell rang, you'd already become inseparable.
From that day on, you became inseparable; and as the years passed, your friendship only grew stronger.
You were always there for Michael, and he was always there for you. Through thick and thin, that never changed.
When The Jackson 5 started to become more famous, people often insinuated that Michael would eventually forget about you. They said success would change him and that as he got older, with fans and girls throwing themselves at him, there wouldn't be room in his life for an old childhood friend. But you knew better than to listen to them.
Your friendship with Michael was more than just a friendship—it was a real, deep, and honest connection, the kind of bond many people never manage to find in friendships or relationships. And besides, those people didn’t know Michael the way you did.
All that "you're going to be forgotten" speech stopped when you started traveling with them to shows.
At first, because you were still young, your mom would travel with you or drive you herself. But as you got older, you began traveling with them instead.
Michael was your best friend, but you were close with all of his brothers. You cared about them as much as they cared about you, including Jermaine who could definitely be a pain in the ass sometimes.
What neither of you ever said out loud was that, somewhere between the lines, the friendship had shifted into something deeper. Michael cared for you in a way he couldn’t quite explain, a way he had never cared for anyone else.
He always noticed the small things. He always wanted you close, and when you were with others, like his brothers, it bothered him—without him really understanding why. You felt the same way, but neither of you was brave enough to take that leap of faith.
So you both stayed silent, convincing yourselves it was only friendship, while missing the obvious truth sitting right in front of you.
That is how, once again, you found yourself getting ready for yet another adventure with the Jacksons.
You had been staying at the Hayvenhurst house for a couple of days so the whole packing process wouldn't be such a turmoil. That, and because, as always, Michael needed help packing. Well, he didn't really need help, he just "liked the way you pack things more," his own words.
You made your way out of the house and sat beside Michael, who, like you, was waiting for Jermaine to give the word that it was time to leave.
"Why does he always take so long? He's worse than me, and I'm a girl. I am allowed to be late." You rolled your eyes as you adjusted your tucked-in T-shirt.
"You take long because you want to. He takes long because he needs to." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
"I heard that." Jermaine's voice came from inside the house before he finally walked out.
Tito and Jackie finished loading the luggage into the trunk, giving Jermaine a thumbs up. Marlon and Randy, who had done absolutely nothing, gave him a thumbs up too.
"Time to go." You stood up, and Michael followed.
Tito sat in the front with Jermaine. Then Jackie, Marlon, and Randy exchanged a look. Michael frowned, confused about what that was supposed to mean.
"Uh... so..." Randy started. "We won't all fit." Marlon continued. "You are going to have to sit in someone's lap." Jackie finished as he looked at you. Tito and Jermaine tried not to laugh.
"Why?" Michael was the first to ask. "Blame Jackie, he keeps getting bigger." Randy pointed at Jackie. "Guys, it's fine. Really." You said. "So, on whose lap are you sitting?" Jermaine looked back from the driver's seat.
The four brothers looked at Michael.
For some reason, Michael went silent. He wanted to tell you to sit on his lap, but the words wouldn’t come out.
"She can sit on mine, it's no biggie." Marlon broke the silence. "It's only a three-hour drive. We'll be fine." You nodded and waited for everyone to get into the van.
You got in and sat on Marlon’s lap, and he wrapped one arm around your waist. Michael, sitting next to both of you, shot him a glare. Jackie and Randy found the scene extremely amusing.
Thirty minutes in, you started feeling sleepy. Both Marlon and Michael noticed. The problem was that you were sitting on Marlon’s lap—not Michael’s.
"You can lie on me. I don’t bite." Marlon said, looking at you. "Besides, you look like you could use a nap."
Michael, who was reading a book, looked up quickly.
"Thanks." You gave him a soft smile as you started leaning into him.
Michael felt his heart sink. It was now or never, he thought. Nervously closing his book, his gaze found yours.
"No!" He blurted out, making everyone’s heads snap toward him. "I mean, come here. Marlon doesn’t know how to hold your neck so it doesn’t hurt."
Your heart fluttered as warmth rushed to your cheeks.
"I’ll let you rest." You patted Marlon’s chest and carefully moved over to Michael’s lap, making Marlon roll his eyes.
"Hey," Michael finally whispered, a big smile spreading across his face. "Hey." You snuggled into his chest, resting your head on his shoulder while his hand found the back of your neck, supporting it gently.
"I’m glad you switched. Marlon doesn’t know anything about your sleeping habits and needs." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his free hand resting on your knee.
"Mhm. You’re cute when you’re jealous." You closed your eyes. "I have the right to be. You're my girl." You opened one eye. "But I'm not..." You started before he interrupted. "Yet."
"Let me take you out on a date." He said, playing with your hair. "Let me take a nap." Jackie scoffed. "Y'all aren't even whispering."
You let out a soft chuckle as you snuggled closer into Michael. He hugged you closer and looked down at you.
"The answer is yes." You gave his lips a soft peck, making Michael smile.
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