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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 & 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽), 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 ❝𝗺𝗿𝘀. 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻❞, 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾-𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌/𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗋𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌.

it’s almost ten o’clock when you stand in the kitchen, carefully spooning dinner into containers while the house sits quiet around you.

the television hums softly in the other room, dishes soak in the sink, the clock above the stove ticks closer to bedtime.

michael had kissed your forehead before leaving that afternoon. “don’t wait up for me, okay?” he asked, more rhetorical. you’d smiled and nodded.

you both knew you were lying.

because he was at the studio with teddy, and that usually meant hours.

you glance down at the food one more time before snapping the lids shut. his favorite. if michael was going to spend another night chasing perfection, the least you could do was make sure he remembered to eat.

you were wearing a burgundy off-the-shoulder knit sweater with a burgundy and cream plaid pleated mini skirt, paired with matching burgundy mary janes and cream thigh high socks [pictured above]. your hair was a fresh, side-part silk press you’d just gotten done yesterday with your baby hairs laid, and not to mention your gorgeous lip combo.

bill is waiting by the front door by the time you slip your shoes on. he glances at the containers in your hands before giving you a knowing look.

“he tell you to come?” you smile.

“no.”

bill shakes his head, opening the car door for you “figures.”

the drive is familiar. city lights flickering past the window, the radio low, you resting the warm containers on your lap while wondering whether michael had eaten anything besides tea and whatever snacks happened to be lying around the studio.

the answer was most likely probably no.

by the time bill leads you through the studio doors, laughter spills down the hallway. voices overlap with music, someone replaying the same section over and over.

you spot quincy first.

he looks up from his chair, immediately grinning.

“well, if it isn’t mrs. jackson.”

“hi, quincy.”

his eyes drift toward the containers in your hands.

“please tell me that’s food.” you laugh softly.

“depends. has michael eaten?” teddy lets out a loud laugh.

“there’s my answer. hi, teddy.” you exchanged greetings.

and then michael turns around.

he’s halfway through saying something before he notices you, and stops.

completely.

his entire face changes. the exhaustion eases from his features, his eyes softening as a smile slowly spreads across his face like he can’t help it [no pun intended 😉].

“…baby? oh, you look so pretty..” he began approaching you.

“thank you,” you smiled, lifting the containers slightly. “you forgot dinner.”

“i told you not to wait up.” he gave you 3 pecks.

“good thing i didn’t, angel face.”

quincy makes a dramatic sound of disgust. “i’ve worked with this man for years and nobody’s ever brought me homemade food.”

michael doesn’t even hear him, meanwhile teddy burst out laughing.

“what’re you doing here?” he asks, voice quieter now. not upset, just… wondering.

you smooth a hand over the front of his shirt. “you’ve been here all day, handsome.”

his hand settles around your waist. “you didn’t have to come all the way out here.”

“i know.”

his eyes search your face.

“…then why’d you?”

and maybe it’s the late hour, the fluorescent lights, the way his curls have fallen around his face from running his hands through them all evening. but your answer comes easily.

“because i missed you, baby.”

the room goes quiet for half a second.

quincy immediately points at teddy.

“you see this?” he says. “this is why i go home alone.”

you burst into laughter while michael ducks his head, cheeks warming.

“q’,” he mutters. “i’m serious!” quincy shot back.

you hand michael the containers. “eat.”

he blinks. “what?”

“eat.”

“right now?”

“yes, right now.”

he gives you that sheepish look you know so well, the one that says he’d absolutely planned on skipping dinner.

“…okay.”

you sit beside him while he eats, legs laying atop of his. he occasionally rubs your thighs, music fills the room again, and quincy and teddy converse on what should be added or taken away.

and every few minutes, michael nudges a piece of food toward you.

“try this.”

“it’s literally what i cooked.”

“just taste it.”

“michael.”

“baby.”

you take the bite anyway. only because it makes him smile.

later, when teddy calls him back over to listen to another playback, michael hesitates.

his fingers finding yours.

“you should head home,” he says softly. “it’s late.”

“only if you come with me.”

he glances toward the mixing board.

toward quincy and teddy,

then back at you.

“can’t yet,” you squeeze his hand. “then i’ll stay a little longer,” his expression turns impossibly tender.

“you’ll be tired.”

you lean your head against his shoulder, “that’s okay.”

“baby…”

you look up at him.

“where else am i supposed to be?”

for a moment, michael doesn’t answer.

he simply presses a kiss against your forehead, slow and careful, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

then, so quietly that only you can hear it over the music, he whispers,

“thank you for finding me in places like this.”

you blink.

“what?” you guys were literally married, and the look on your face was very telling.

he then chuckles, his thumb brushes across your knuckles.

“everyone knows michael jackson,” he says, eyes fixed on your joined hands. “but you’re the one who remembers i forget to eat.”

his voice softens even more.

“you’re the one who sends bill driving across the city with dinner because you know i’m too busy to notice i’m hungry.”

he finally looks at you, and smiles. it was small, but it was real.

“you always take care of me.”

your eyes sting a little as you lean up to kiss his cheek. “that’s what wives do,” you stated.

he shakes his head immediately.

“no.”

“no?”

“that’s what you do.”

and then, with that shy smile that still makes your heart skip after all these years,

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ Michael Jackson 80s x Female!Reader

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ Part 2 Here

Summary ཆི❤︎ཆྀ: at a sleepover with Michael, he asks you nervously what your type is. You know exactly how to push his buttons so you describe exactly him, only to see how flustered he’d get.

Tags ཆི❤︎ཆྀ: Childhood best friends, shy Michael, Fluff pure fluff, 80’s Michael, plz send me more ideas 🙏

The year was 1984, and the air in California felt like it was humming with electric energy of Michael’s successful career.

At Hayvenhurst, the Jackson family estate, the world was often kept at bay by high walls and security gates, but inside, with Michael you felt safe. It was late at night and you were sleeping over, after Michael had called you complaining that he was bored and needed company. You had grown used to sleepovers with him, especially since you used to sleep over at his house since you were small (being neighbours and all).

You were sprawled across the thick, cream coloured carpet of Michael’s bedroom at the bottom of his bed. A VHS tape of The Goonies was flickering on the television, the light casting a long shadow across the room.

Michael was sitting on the edge of his massive, four poster bed, his hair a soft, dark halo of curls that hadn’t been slicked back for the stage. He was idly flipping through a photograph book, but his eyes kept flicking back to you.

This was your ritual, from cramped dressing rooms in Gary and the hot California sun, you had been his anchor. You were the only one who didn’t look at him and expected something from him. To you, he was just Michael, the boy who used to hide your shoes to anger you and the man who still enjoys your company.

“Hey,” Michael said softly, his voice cutting through the movie.

“Yeah?” You didn’t look at him, your eyes still fixated on the screen.

“I was thinking about something.” He paused, the sound of him nervously tapping his fingers against the book’s spine echoing quietly through the room. “You’ve… you’ve been seeing a lot of people lately. Well, not seeing them, but people have been asking about you. At the studio, and that guy on the film set from last week.”

You finally looked up at him. “Are you talking about Greg? He’s just a camera assistant, Mike. He’s nice and all that, but he’s not… you know.”

Michael tilted his head, his dark eyes wide and curious. “Not what? What is it that you’re looking for? I realised I’ve known you for years, but I don’t think I’ve ever asked you what your ‘type’ is.”

He said the word type nervously, like it was a foreign ground he hadn’t stepped onto yet.

You crossed your legs, leaning your back against the bed. A idea flickered into your head. You knew Michael better than he knew himself, so you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

“My type?” You mused, tapping your fingers against your chin for the extra effect. “Hmm. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Come on,” Michael nudged your shoulder, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Describe him. The perfect guy for you. A business man?”

“Definitely not a business man,” you laughed. “No, I think my type is more… specific.”

Michael leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his full attention locked onto you, the movie playing completely forgotten. “Specific, how?”

“Well,” you looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “First of all, he has to be kind. Genuinely deeply kind. Not just the type of person who says typical manners, but the type of person who actually cares.”

Michael’s expression softened. He blinked slowly. “That’s a good trait. What else?”

“Psychically?” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. He was waiting patiently. “I think I like someone with wide, dark eyes. And I’ve always had a thing for dark, curly hair. The kind that looks kinda messy.”

Michael cleared his throat, a faint pink hue beginning to creep up his neck. “Curly hair. Right.”

“I’d like for him to be talented but humble about it.”

Michael shifted on the bed, his movements becoming a tad bit more fidgety. He was starting to catch on. He didn’t want to be vain enough to assume you were talking about him, yet the details were becoming hard to ignore.

“…very specific.” Michael murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

“Oh, he is,” you continued. “He has to be funny, and like playful. He’s willing to have fun y’know?”

Michael nodded. he laughed, the kind of one where he would get compliments from fans and he’d get flustered. He covered his mouth with his hand.

“Long lashes, too. The kind of ones women would kill to have. Oh, and dimples for sure.”

Michael bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the massive grin threatening to break across his face. “And his style, I’d love for him to wear black loafers, and white socks. And someone who gets all shy when someone tells him how amazing he is.”

You tilted your head back to look at him, a full smile on your face. “Stop it! Stop it right now. You’re just… you’re doing this on purpose.”

Michael quickly covered his face with his hands. You moved to sit close beside him. “I’m just answering the question, Michael.” He only became even more flustered with the way you said his name.

He pulled his hands away. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were describing…”

“Who?” You asked, even though you knew well enough. “Who would fit that description, Michael?”

He stared at you for a second, holding his breath. The weight of his gaze made your heart thump viciously against your ribs. He looked like he wanted to say it. He wanted to ask, ‘are you talking about me?’

But he was Michael, and you were you. The friendship was too precious to risk with a single sentence.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed a pillow, jokingly hitting you with it. “You’re talking about E.T.”

“Hey!” You laughed, grabbing a nearby pillow to hit him back. “E.T. Doesn’t have any curls, Michael!”

You both laughed as the movie played in the distance completely forgotten. Yet Michael’s chest felt warm, he was unexpectedly happy and glad with your response.

Ouuuu the way you think! 😉

𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Summary: During a charity event you attended with your husband, an old fling from years ago just so happens to be at this event after Michael has made it known he’s attending. You become furious watching the two of them communicate from the distance. Now your husband, desperate and willing to do anything to get back in your graces

Warnings: 18+, smut, sub!michael, power play intimacy, jealousy, desperation, oral pleasures, penetration, etc.

Heavy rain began to pour over the city of Los Angeles, dark clouds quickly engulfed the area and casted a gloom over the moon, but to you it was absolutely beautiful. You found beauty in this weather. As soon as you entered your home the rain started falling heavily giving you not a minute to spare

Your husband had been talking your ear off the entire ride home and even now. It seemed like the more you ignored him the more he wanted to be heard. He struggled carrying in your belongings and trying to keep up with you but managed

“Baby you have to believe me— you just have to”

Still ignoring him you walked into the kitchen leaving him with nothing but the sound of your clicking heels growing softer as you walked off. In the kitchen you grabbed a drinking glass with a pretty stem and your favorite bottle of wine, sitting yourself on top of the piano in the dining room just adjacent from the burning fire place

Michael watched you fix yourself a glass of wine before taking a little longer than usual sip & moaning as you enjoyed the fermented flavors

“Mon Chéri” he called out

You hadn’t heard this nickname in ages, this nickname was given to you on your honeymoon night. Michael read it in one of his favorite books and thought it was so poetic that he gave it to you, it translates into my darling

It was hard fighting the urge to not blush hearing this but you’re too stubborn to ever give into Michael that easily

“I know you’re mad at me but please don’t ignore me…you know how that makes me feel especially coming from you—I hate when you’re upset”

Hearing Michael’s voice beginning to crack made your heart want to shatter into a million pieces. Yes you’re upset but you still loved him beyond words could ever describe. Also knowing that he hated being ignored due to his childhood trauma made you think twice and sympathize with him

“Come here baby” you finally gave a response

He pulled his glasses off and stood in between your legs as he wrapped your body around his and buried his face in the crook of your neck, swallowing a hard lump in his throat

Sensing how upset he was you stroked his back a couple times before pulling away and instructing him to sit on the piano seat in front of you. Pouring yourself another glass of wine before turning your attention back to Michael

“Are you ready to talk now?” You ask uncrossing your legs

Reluctantly he nodded his head

“Why was she there Michael?”

“I don’t know what she was doing there but I didn’t invite her, I swear”

“I just find it awfully strange she showed up to an invite only event and you were the only person she had spoken with”

“Baby..I had nothing to do with her showing up tonight. I haven’t spoken to her in years”

Turning your head to the side you still weren’t satisfied. Looking down at your feet you noticed your heels were still on and that’s when you got the bright idea

“Michael could you be a doll and take my heels off please?”

Nodding his head and untying your heels one at a time before kissing them from your ankle and up to your toes. You bit your lip watching before drinking more wine

Scooting in closer you placed your feet in Michael’s lap, allowing the bottom of your feet to gracefully glide across his hard dick

“Michael….do you remember that time you said security was too close to my backside when we were getting loaded up in the truck?”

He clenched his jaw slightly “Yes”

“Hmmm” you dragged out with a snarky smile

“How come I don’t see him anymore?”

“Baby…” he let out desperately

“Answer the question. How come I don’t see him anymore?”

Your feet were now pressed harder against his crotch, by now he had a full erection. You could feel the head of his dick through his pants

He licked his lips before taking a deep breath, staring down at the marbled floor “Because I fired him”

“Why did you fire him baby?”

“……I was jealous of another man being that close on you. It drove me crazy thinking that he could be having fantasies about you”

Satisfied with your answer you smiled sweetly and spread your legs open allowing him to see you weren’t wearing anything underneath your dress, frustrating him. Propping one leg up on the piano you pulled your dress up and licked your fingers before using them to rub in between your lips and pacing yourself in a slow circular motion

“Mmm shit” you moaned

Michael sat in awe watching you touch yourself. He continuously licked his lips to keep from drooling and embarrassing himself

“I wish I was the one making you moan like this”

Being the stubborn lover you are hearing Michael say this only fueled your desire to make him yearn

“Michael oh my god you feel so good!” Fingering yourself while dropping your head back before turning your gaze towards him

Years of studying your body movements Michael knew when you were on the verge of an orgasm. He watched as your hand began to cramp up and the way your pussy was convulsing that you were cumming

“Can I cum on you baby?”

Michael scooted himself closer , head between your legs and watched intently. Watching your creamy fluids come rushing out of you, he looked up at you for approval before he dove his entire face in between your legs, catching every effect of your orgasm that dared to spill out. He grunted and groaned as he sucked on your clitoris like this was his last time ever doing it. His hands pushed your thighs out of his way giving him further access to his treasure

If you didn’t take control now Michael was going to takeover which would defeat everything. He looked up at you through his reading glasses and pressed his tongue deep into the top of your clitoris forcing you to cry out in pure ecstasy, your eyes rolled back and you could feel yourself slipping away

“Stop Michael” you commanded “Take your pants off right now”

Following your commands he stripped his bottom half and watched you lean forward, your lips only inches apart of his but only allowing him to feel your heavy breathing. Instead of kissing him you slid your tongue in his mouth and just before he could trap you in you pulled away and smirked in his face

Kneeling down you spit multiple times on his dick before using both of your hands to stroke him up and down completely coating him in the natural lubricant. His dick was so hard you could see his blood flow being carried through the veins

“You don’t know how much I love you and this dick you have between your legs” you whined

On your knees you continued your two hand twist while watching Michael completely become disheveled. Loosening his tie and having to constantly push his glasses up

“Baby please don’t stop you’re getting me so close right now”

“Tell me this Michael…how the FUCK am I supposed to feel watching another woman flirt with you hmm? I’m a woman with desires also I know that look in her eyes and it wasn’t just a conversation she wanted outta you”

Michael began stumbling over his words unable to catch his breath or think straight. Also hearing you finally open up about your jealousy made him feen for you harder

“It’s all my fault” he finally answered “I should’ve known better”

“Do you wanna fuck her Michael??”

“No”

You grabbed Michael by his face forcing him to look you in the eyes “Do you wanna fuck her Michael!?”

“No” his voice peaking with frustration and agony “The only woman I want is you…only you can get me like this. I crave you all day until it hurts me, baby..you have to believe me when I tell you I love you”

It felt as if a firework was ignited in you, your heart had completely melted away and fused with his sweet words. So much so that tears fell from your eyes, immediately you began to regret your frustrations and hostility towards Michael

“I love you too baby” you sniffed

“Honey I need you so bad tonight…I wanna cum all over your pretty mouth”

“Michael?”

“Yes baby?”

“I want my babies, I want all of them inside of me…I want my family”

You jerked Michael off faster and tightened up your grip around his girthy dick before kissing his tip and watching his nut shoot out onto your lips and tongue. His body recoiled back to back trying to make sense of all the pleasure he just experienced

He began gasping and gripping onto the sides of the wooden seat. Unable to speak or move he watched you in awe suck his remaining nut out, mouthing over and over again “I love you”

You got back on top of the piano and motioned with your pointing finger “come here”

Michael stood so fast from his seat that he flipped it over causing it to fall. He stood in between your legs and crashed his lips into yours keeping an aggressive hold on your throat as he sucked on your tongue while pressing his face into yours

Grabbing you by your hips Michael forced his way in past your entry point, immediately you could feel him hitting your cervix over and over again. All of his gentleness was out the window for the evening

As the rain poured down so did the loud thunder strikes, it felt like the two of you competed for who could be louder

“Oh my god Michael why are you doing this to me??” You whined

He chuckled harshly “You edged me all this evening and you wonder why I’m fucking you like this? You had the audacity to leave this house with no panties on, risking somebody else seeing what belongs to me and you wanna ask that stupid question baby?? Don’t insult me again”

“I’m sorry” your lip quivered as hot tears started to spill again

Pushing himself deeper into you and digging in your insides while feeding you sloppy passionate strokes “Yeah me too”

Michael grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look in his eyes as you came all over him. He watched as your eyes twitched and your lips parted ways only able to produce loud desperate cries and more hot tears

“I love you so much my baby. You’re my everything—oh fuck!” He moaned

Sliding his dick all the way out then ramming it inside of you as he shot his fluids deep inside of you, continuing to thrust forward until he was empty

Both of you completely exhausted and covered in sweat, panting and dehydrated

Tilting your head back you gave Michael open access and watched him gently spit in your mouth before your tongues danced with each other and sealing it with your lips touching

“Michael I’m sorry for getting jealous tonight” your voice now soft and sweet again

“I forgive you” placing a kiss on your forehead before pressing his into yours “But not as sorry as I’m about to be when we get upstairs”

Your eyes enlarged hearing this, you were completely worn out. Michael took a step back revealing his dick was still hard and leaking out fluids

He grabbed you by your throat pulling you closer to him so he could get a grip on your thighs before carrying you upstairs

“Michael, baby I said I was sorry” fear in your voice

“I know baby it’s okay” he chuckled kissing you “it’s okay because I’m ready to be sorry with you”