handsome space boy i love uuuu

But could you write a fanfic where a submissive Michael (Off the Wall or Thriller era) masturbates with a pillow or stuffed animal while looking at photos of the girl he likes?

All while feeling a bit guilty for feeling like he’s sinning, but he just can’t stop.

I hope u like this idea, i love ur fanfics btw!!

guilty ecstasy

Authors Note: y'all are so reverently dirty it makes me giggle. i added a poll to see if there was interest for this -- 97% of you said along with the anon that you wanted this, so here we are! im working my way through other requests, so if anything springs to mind - please write me a letter here!

Pairing: Solo! Michael Jackson

Summary: Michael, alone in his rather large bedroom at Hayvenhurst is feeling a little overstimulated. He needs to release the pressure; but to do this he grapples with his religion and is innate want of intimacy.

Word Count: 1821

Tags: smut,porn with plot, solo masturbation, religious guilt, dry humping, michael in his lil silk pyjamas c'mon now ;), he thinking about all those girls throwing themselves at him and sending their panties in the mail lmao

Playlist; if anyone is interested, you can listen to it here

18+ minors dnu!!!

Michael Jackson in Captain EO (1986) | Dir. Francis Ford Coppola [x]

⋆｡°✩🌙₊˚ ༘. — parings: captain eo x alien princess!reader

｡˚🌌✦⊹✧ — warnings: Smut, explicit sexual content, alien biology, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, cum play, excessive cum, overstimulation, size difference, strangers to lovers type shit, mild dub-con (hesitation), fluff and humor

°✩🚀⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚ — a/n: I don’t see much captain eo stuff on here and I def loved this film <3333 I’m also ovulating if you couldn’t tell! I’m thinking about making a tag list so if you wanna be apart lmk!!

The cosmos had never seen a messenger quite like Captain EO.

With a single silver glove raised to the stars, he had danced his way across galaxies, his ship humming with the rhythm of a heartbeat that matched his own.

His companions, Fuzzball, the tiny, furry creature with an insatiable curiosity, and Hooter, the squat, trumpet-nosed sidekick who communicated in a series of honks and grunts, had made the journey chaotic but never lonely.

They had bickered, they had played, and they had nearly sent the ship into an asteroid belt twice, but EO had guided them through with the kind of effortless grace that only he possessed.

Now, as the ship descended through the swirling, amber-tinted atmosphere of Tamaran, EO pressed his face to the viewport, his wide eyes drinking in the sight below.

The planet was a tapestry of impossible colors, violet skies streaked with gold, flora that pulsed with bioluminescent light, and structures that curved and spiraled like living things.

It was beautiful, yes, but it was also foreign. He had been sent here for one reason: to retrieve the Star Diamond of Xar, a gem of unparalleled power that was said to be held by the planet's royal protector, a woman known only as Starfire.

The landing was soft, the ship settling onto a bed of crystalline grass that chimed under the weight.

EO turned to his companions, placing a hand on each of their small heads.

"Stay," he said, his voice melodic, almost sung. "I'll be back before you know it. And no—"

He pointed a gloved finger at Fuzzball, who was already eyeing a control panel, "—no touching."

Fuzzball chittered in protest, but EO was already out the hatch, his boots clicking against the alien ground.

The air was warm and sweet, carrying a scent that reminded him of nectar and ozone.

The Tamaraneans he passed were humanoid, their skin ranging from deep gold to pale lavender, their eyes glowing with an inner light.

They moved with a fluid grace, their voices a symphony of trills and melodic tones that EO found himself swaying to.

He approached one of them, a tall figure with hair like liquid copper, and asked, "Excuse me? I'm looking for Starfire?"

The alien tilted its head, emitted a series of sounds that seemed to twist and spiral through the air, and then pointed a slender finger toward a structure that defied geometry.

It was shaped like a teardrop turned inside out, its walls shimmering with a mother-of-pearl iridescence.

EO thanked the alien with a bow and a smile, then made his way toward the house, his heart thrumming with anticipation.

The door was a sheet of what looked like liquid glass, and when EO knocked, ripples spread across its surface. "Hello?" he called out, his voice carrying that signature blend of confidence and charm.

"I'm Captain EO. I've been sent by the Supreme Council to retrieve the Star Diamond. I mean no harm—I come in peace."

The door slid open with a sound like wind chimes, and there you stood.

For a moment, EO forgot how to breathe.

You were tall, your hair, a cascade of fiery orange curls (imagine wtv hair texture), fell past your shoulders and down your back, wild and untamed, like a solar flare captured in human form.

Your eyes were the green of new leaves, sharp and knowing, and your body was a masterpiece of divine architecture, curves that spoke of power and grace, a waist that flared into hips that could command armies.

You wore a dress of deep violet that clung to you like a second skin, and when you smiled, EO felt the ground shift beneath him.

"Captain EO," you said, your voice a low, melodic purr that seemed to resonate in his chest. "I have been expecting you."

EO blinked, shaking himself from his reverie. "You have? Then you know why I'm here. The diamond—"

"Is safe," you interrupted, stepping aside to let him enter. Your home was as surreal as its exterior, filled with floating orbs of light and furniture that seemed to grow from the floor.

"But I will not give it to you so easily."

EO sighed, his shoulders squaring. He had expected this. "I was afraid you'd say that. Look, I don't want to fight you, but if that's what it takes—"

You laughed, a sound like bubbling champagne. "Fight? Oh, no, Captain. I do not wish to fight you."

You stepped closer, your eyes tracing the lines of his face, the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his jacket hugged his lean frame.

"I want something else."

Before he could respond, you took his hand, your touch was warm, almost electric and led him through the house, past rooms that glowed with alien technology and art that seemed to move when he wasn't looking.

You stopped at a door that pulsed with a soft, amber light, and when you pushed it open, EO found himself in a bedroom that was all deep purples and silvers, the bed massive and draped in silks that seemed to float on their own.

You turned to face him, and there was a hunger in your eyes that made his breath catch.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed, and EO fell backward onto the bed, the silks cushioning his fall.

Before he could sit up, you were on top of him, straddling his waist, your thighs pressing against his hips.

"Wait," he said, though his hands were already moving to your waist, his fingers gripping the curve of your hips.

"I have to get back to my ship. Fuzzball and Hooter will worry—"

"Then I will be quick," you said, but the smile that curled your lips was a lie, and you both knew it.

You leaned down and kissed him.

Your lips were soft and demanding, and EO melted into the kiss, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer.

You tasted like the sweet wine of your planet, and the scent of your hair, something floral and exotic filled his senses.

When you pulled back, your eyes were half-lidded, your breathing shallow.

"Touch me," you whispered, taking his hands and placing them on your body. "Touch me everywhere."

He did. His hands roamed over your curves, over the warmth of your skin, and every touch drew a soft whimper from your lips.

You were so soft, so warm, and the sounds you made were like music. He felt himself hardening beneath you, and you must have felt it too, because you smiled and reached down, your fingers working at the fastenings of his pants.

You pulled them down, and when you took him in your hand, your eyes widened.

"I have never seen a penis like yours," you said, your voice hushed with wonder. "It is very big."

EO flushed, a rare heat creeping up his neck. "You think so?"

You answered by lowering your head and taking him into your mouth.

The sensation was electric. Your mouth was hot and wet, and you moved with a skill that left him gasping, his hands fisting in the silks beneath him.

He tried to hold back, tried to make it last, but you were too good, too eager, and with a shuddering groan, he spilled into your mouth.

You swallowed every drop, squeezing him to see if more will come out, your eyes closing in satisfaction, and when you pulled away, you licked your lips.

"You taste so sweet that I want more," you said, and before he could catch his breath you climbed on top of him, positioning yourself at his entrance. You sank down onto him in one slow, smooth motion, and EO gasped at the sensation. You were impossibly tight, your walls gripping him like a vice.

"How are you so tight?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Tamaranian anatomy," you said, a breathless laugh escaping your lips. "We are built to accommodate. But you... you fill me so completely."

You began to move, riding him with a rhythm that was both frantic and controlled. Your hips rolled, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, and your whimpers filled the room.

"Touch my pearl," you said, your voice breaking into a whimper.

"Your what?" he asked, his mind hazy with pleasure.

You took his hand and guided it to your clit, but when his fingers brushed against it, he felt something hard and smooth, a tiny, actual pearl, nestled in the folds of your flesh.

He rubbed it, and you cried out, your movements becoming frantic, your whimpers turning into full-throated moans.

You moved together, a symphony of heat and friction, until EO reached his peak again, his body shuddering as he poured himself into you.

You slowed, then stopped, and when you climbed off him, he lay there, panting, trying to regain his senses.

You pulled off him, and he watched as you reached down, your fingers dipping into your own core bringing it to your lips, licking it clean.

"What are you doing?" EO asked, fascinated.

"Tasting you," you said, your eyes half-lidded. "Tasting us."

"You don't have to do that," EO said, still catching his breath.

"I want to," you said, your voice dreamy. "Your taste is... addictive."

You continued to dig out the cum, scooping it up and swallowing it, a look of pure bliss on your face. He watched, mesmerized, until a thought occurred to him.

"Did you—" he started, sitting up. "Did you get to finish?"

You shook your head, a lazy smile on your lips. "If I do, I will make a big mess."

"I don't care," he said, and he meant it. He wanted to please you as much as you pleased him.

He pushed you back onto the bed, his head descending between your thighs.

You gasped when his mouth found you, and he tasted the mingling of your bodies, the sweetness of your skin.

He licked and sucked, learning your rhythms, and when he pressed his tongue against that tiny pearl, you arched off the bed, a scream tearing from your throat.

You came, and it was exactly as you had warned, a flood of cum soaking the sheets beneath you.

He lapped at you, trying to catch it all, but the more he licked more kept coming, wave after wave, and you couldn't stop, your body trembling, your whimpers filling the room.

"Is this normal?" He asked, his voice muffled.

"It’ll—stop soon—"

He pulled away, his face glistening, his eyes wide with concern. "Are you okay?"

You couldn't speak. Your mouth opened, but no words came out, only broken gasps.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you managed to whisper, "The diamond. It is in the chest by the window."

EO retrieved it, the gem pulsing with a warm light in his hand. He turned back to you, and you were still cumming, your legs twitching, your body wracked with aftershocks.

"Can we see each other again?" he asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

You were still cumming, putting your hands over throbbing pussy and squeezing your legs together trying to stop the flow.

You tried to sound unbothered, but your voice was strained. "You know where to find me."

He smiled, tucking the diamond into his jacket, and left you there, still trembling, still lost in the aftermath of what you had done.

When he returned to his ship, Fuzzball and Hooter immediately surrounded him, chittering and honking in question.

"What took you so long?" Fuzzball seemed to ask, his tiny eyes narrowing.

EO just smiled, his mind still full of orange curls and green eyes and the taste of your skin. "Let's just say I like pearls more than diamonds." (is that corny?)

captain eo x empress!fem! reader

I noticed the lack of Captain EO fics, so I took it upon myself to write!! I am mainly inspired by Star Wars and some influences of Afrofuturism!! The reader is imagined as a Black/Brown woman.

synopsis: you've grown to learn quite a few things about your beloved captain! | 1.7k words

warnings: a bit suggestive/risque, but fluff nonetheless

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Accomplishing missions without any trouble was quite rare for the ever exuberant Captain EO. With his crew of plucky misfits piloting at the speed of light, it was guaranteed that chaos followed them everywhere on their quests.

Despite all disarray, the young captain swore by his duties to change the world into a brighter place. He chose to do so with his own magnanimous efforts—specifically relying on dance and music.

At The Corps, he’s the songbird proposing wacky solutions with unbridled enthusiasm amongst his other peers. EO’s kind heart was purer than any mineral found in the entire galaxy, for it outweighed the bad reputation he earned. 

Commander Bog knew EO meant well, hence the numerous chances he provided for him and his band of outcasts. All of the higher-ups at The Command wanted nothing more than to revoke his position. However, after EO’s grandeur approach to reviving the Dark Industrial Planet with a sacred beacon, he’s redeemed himself greatly.

The praise felt like an epiphany; he and his crew rightfully embraced their success as the higher-ups felt obligated to depend upon the bunch. Their drive surpassed any other squadrons no matter their unpolished methods, which ultimately landed them into an opportunity of a light year. 

Quarks and cosmos aside, EO and his team had to escort an empress back to her home planet without any attention being brought. The last remnants of the Darkness swarmed heavily on leaders within the nebulas. It was risky for her highness’ fleet to follow amid calamity, so the last resort was for the Corps to ensure private security. 

The Command wanted to put EO to the test, in hopes to really gauge his resilience and level of responsibility, so of course he was sent. His own flock was surely starstruck at the proposition, fearing the worse that could happen to such a highly-regarded person. Their captain was perplexed, but excitement shot through every fiber of his being. 

You were a gorgeous woman, carrying such grace and elegance that rivaled the Moon itself. You exuded order and compassion for your people. Nothing but words of admiration fell from other diplomats’ mouths. 

How could he not be possibly enamored by your regality?

Overall, the mission went surprisingly well. Save for “minor” hiccups on Hooter’s end, and the ship breaking down in the most remote location because of Major Domo’s negligence. 

Or how often Idy and Ody bickered on the entire trip, causing the captain to swiftly chastise them for making a scene in your presence. Fuzzball remained attached to your shoulder, drawn to your inviting nature (to which EO was devastatingly annoyed [jealous] about). 

Fortunately, you enjoyed the dynamic as it gave you a taste of normalcy. Being shoved into a powerful role at a young age caused you to miss out on a lot in your youth. You sought to have fun and live freely from diplomacy for a change, to which you found in the curly-headed captain.

From there, a connection sparked that neither the stars in the Milky Way could write. It was something felt within the force; a powerful attraction bringing you together. The two of you secretly kindled a bond, constantly keeping in contact. Most of EO’s squad believed you two were friends in an alliance to evade all darkness. The only one aware was Fuzzball, who caught his Captain admiring a hologram of you while everybody was not present. The winged-alien recalled how flustered EO was with tinged red cheeks and ears, but it didn’t phase him. Fuzzball was quite fond of you as well, so he kept the secret (with a few bribes). 

You had a grounding aura, which made you someone that could level the captain’s recklessness. You eased EO’s worries after a failed mission, or offered to help repair any of his gadgets from mayhem. You became a prominent figure that EO never knew he lacked, and he was determined to stay by your side forever.

The only setback was that neither of you could profess your love out loud yet. He wasn’t a royal figure and members of The Corps were forbidden to have close relationships in their line of work. For you, your public image would be tarnished if people found out.

Luckily, that didn’t matter because EO wasn’t one to conform to The Command. If only they could see him now in your private quarters; the two of you were on your canopy bed, indulging in domesticity. 

You threaded your fingers through EO’s jet-black curls, in awe of how well refreshed they were during the lengthy excursions. He laid in your lap, clad in his prisma-colored tee and a linen pair of pants he opted for instead of his leather ones. His eyes were shut, eyelashes fluttering as rhythmically as Fuzzball’s wings. He hummed a melodic tune to break the stillness that cloaked you both.

Your hands skimmed along his scalp before moving back to cup his cheeks, “You’re always singing, my dear.”

EO huffed a shy chuckle and opened one eye with a mischievous gleam, “You don’t?” 

It was your turn to shake your head at his antics, a wide grin etching your lips. 

“Not everyone is blessed with such talent, EO. Was that part of your training?” You poked his nose, egging him on.

“C’mon…are you being rude? I just like to sing…” he murmured, bringing his ungloved hand to catch yours. “How uncivilized of you, milady.”

The captain leaned up to bring your hand to his lips, pressing light kisses while meeting your eyes. You could see the twinkles amongst his pupils as he held your gaze. The captain positioned himself to sit across from you and moved your hand back to his cheek. He melted at your touch, all while focusing on your own appearance. 

You wore a bare visage, free from any royal makeup and dramatic contour. There was no longer a dramatic headdress, extravagant gowns, or meticulous hairstyles. Just you in a long, flowy nightgown with your coily tresses plaited into a sophisticated braid over your shoulders. Occasional beads and gems were ornately sprinkled in each segment of the plait, making you look ethereal than any other constellation in the sky. 

EO became infatuated with the crinkle of your eyes and the sculpt of your nose. But, most importantly your lips.

On cue, you closed the distance, coursing your fingers in his hair to allow your mouths to meet. EO slid his other hand underneath your nightgown, caressing the silky, smooth skin of your brown thighs. You tugged at his curls in response, receiving a quiet whine from his lips. His fingers lit up and sparked against your legs, the sensation pulsating throughout your entire body. 

You both were tangled in each other’s embrace, ignoring the soft glow radiating across all corners of the room. You moved your lips to his jaw, pressing chaste kisses all the way down to his neck. Discreetly, you observed every note and octave of sighs released from EO, as he completely complied to your touch. The corpsman pulled you into his lap, rubbing the exposed surface on your back with tenderness. He tugged and gripped on almost every part of you. His hands fervently squeezed your thigh once more. As a result, he felt you nip at a sensitive area you both hadn’t known about, causing beam rays to light up your view and soon every crevice of your room. 

He jolted back, eyes widening to scan your surroundings for any intruders. Methodically, his field of vision surveyed the space and once he felt satisfied, he checked for your safety. EO looked at your expression searching for signs of fear or danger, but he was only met with bewilderment turned giggles. 

“Your Highness, are you okay?” he breathed out softly, reaching for your hands. His tone was frantic, yet morphed into confusion at your harmonious laugh. Of course he would formally address you after practically eating your face off. 

You couldn’t contain the laughter spilling out for the current predicament became too comical. You leaned forward into his shoulder, hoping to muffle the sounds to avoid suspicion from any nearby guards. 

Your lover looked at you, skeptical of your current state. He fearfully glanced around once more to make sure no one was watching. Not only would he be in deep trouble, but your reign was at stake. 

“Um, what happened?” His soft voice laced with concern coaxed you out of your mania.

With quiet heaves and quick breaths, you calmed down and laced your fingers with EO’s to minimize his stress. 

“You lit up, my love. You’re glowing, literally,” you lifted your hands, demonstrating the entire situation. “I think you got…a bit too excited.” Your hand contrasted with his, showcasing just how illuminating he was. 

The leader flushed with embarrassment, and evaded your stares. He mumbled under his breath, ignoring the growing smile on your face. 

“What was that? EO, speak up,” you lifted his chin and seemed far too pleased at his behavior. His face only turned a brighter red and the state of his body remained aflame. 

“Captain.”

His head snapped up at the title , allowing you to sneak a peck on his cheeks. He ached at the direct contact, then slightly winced at how short-lived it came to be. EO sighed and looked at you with a flash of shame. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen. ‘M sorry.”

“Nonsense, it was a surprise. Did you know you could always do that?” You played with his dazzling fingers, marveling at the stardust emanating in the air. 

“When I’m dancing or in combat, yes. But, no. Not like…that,” he replied shyly, replacing the glowering from before.

“It’s unique, all parts of you are,” you murmured after stealing quick glimpses of EO’s doe-like pout. His dark-brown eyes timidly bounced from his hand to your face, still feeling guilty of ruining a precious moment. 

His own demons rarely showed around his crew, but in your arms? He was a vulnerable man. EO was able to let his guard down, and free himself from the weight of the world on his shoulders. He could only imagine that you were doing the same, allowing his agitation to dissipate. EO would give up the entire intergalactic empire to see you happy. 

“Yeah? I guess I am one-of-a kind,” the leader added with a hint of pride, pulling away to wrap his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, your majesty.” A tease.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you rolled your eyes, peppering his cheeks. “Does this mean we can test something out? Just one more time—”

“(Name)!”

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