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i love you so bad riri ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა admiring your account just makes me want a cupcake sooo bad 🧁

you are so beyond sweet baby 🥹🤍 like i don't think you guys understand how impactful these kind of messages are, because my day is now made and i'm feeling as motivated as ever ! & i'm just thankful to even have you read my works and enjoy them !!

& yes i love tay downnnnn, her and michael is just the ultimate doll deer babycakes duo ever !!! make sure to take care of yourself, babe, drink plenty of water and nourish your body and mind ! much love 🤍🤍🤍

thief

summary. this isn't a matter of right or wrong to michael anymore , it's about what feels good.

❛ otw!michael jackson　𝑥　𝒻 bill's daughter!reader ❜     ╱    𝓶.list 𓂋 mdni . this is genuinely just pure filth & pervertedness . michael uses your panties to masturbate with . guilty & remorseful michael ? religious guilt . corrupt!michael . pantie sniffing . serial thief michael . ℘ 1.236k

𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!

michael has been over to your house more time than he can count. it's become a home away from home when he isn't at hayvenhurst, and each time he steps through the threshold, coziness instantly wraps around him. a soft 'thank you' slips past his lips each time, becoming routine, habitual, even, for him to thank your father for letting him into his house once again. to which your father father would always give the younger a stern squeeze on the shoulder, one filled with love and warmth, 'you'll always have a place here."

but you see, michael doesn't feel like he should have a place in your home. not when he's thief under the same man who shows him nothing but gentleness and grace roof. and especially not if he had learned that true reason as to why his daughter has to shop for new undergarments every few months. which is all the reason more why michael's body temperature spikes and his eyes get a little shifty when bill praises michael for being such an influential person in his daughter's life.

through the window

summary. a tale of michael's greatest distraction , you.

          ❛  otw !michael jackson　𝑥　𝒻 bill's daughter !reader  ❜     ╱    𝓶.list   𓂋   mdni . best friend!reader . mention of michael's bulge . pervy & guilty michael . taking pictures without consent .       ℘     O.876k

𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!

michael had only meant to run up to his room get the latest x men comic, issue 124. one that he's been raving about to you over the phone since the day he got his hands on it. and although he'd enjoy to read it from the comfort of his own room with him, you had convinced him to sit outside shielded a large umbrella while you tanned, saying something along the lines of "c'mon mikey, this might be the last hot day of the year. jus' come outside with me you don' even have to be in the sun, only need your company." and of course, like usual, it was enough for him to oblige to your request.

with the comic secure under his arm he paces around his room in case he thinks of anything else to bring out with him, and in doing so he passes by his window. his eyes instantly narrowing down at where you sit on a beach towel laid out on one of the pool's sun loungers. stilling and watching as your manicured hands apply tanning oil to your legs, you had already applied it to the upper half of your body while he was still out there, before he jumped out of his own sun lounger upon realizing that he forgot the one thing he's been talking about nonstop.

"don't be gone for too long, mikey. 'm gonna need your help with my back," you had yelled after he started jogging to enter the estate. your comment had been said too casual for michael, when in reality it is normal for the two of you to rub each other down in sunscreen (and tanning oil in instances like yours) since the two of you were children.

but now michael is staring down at his hand. the same hand that has touched your soft skin too many times to count, and countless times in this past summer alone. but each time still has hands shaking each time at the thought of having to smoothing his fingers past the thin straps of your bikini top. the same hands that touch you often have to come down an readjust himself in his pants, and now is not an exception, cursing himself for wearing jeans right now.

lifting his gaze back up to peer outside the window once more, his large eyes land on your figure laying on the sun lounger, a pair of sunglasses shielding you from the bright sun, although he knows for certain your eyes are closed behind the glasses. admiring the state of peace you're in right now and how the time you've spent under the sun throughout the sun creates a glow to your brown skin. he'd often joke with you that you're the angel in his life, the first time he ever told you that you had pushed his shoulder and said "you're being cliché" with a wide smile on your face. but he didn't care how cliché it sounded, he meant every word. since the day he met you, you whisked him away to a safe heaven meant for just the two of you.

which is what makes the guilt worse as his hand snakes down to his bulge that the two of you wouldn't have met if it weren't for your father, the same man who protects his safety and wellbeing fiercely and who he views as a father figure. but you're just too tempting.

that's when his head snaps over his shoulder to spot the camera sat on his shelf. striding over to the shelf, tossing the comic on his bed, and reaching out to take the camera in his hands before making his way back over to the window.

he's breathing heavily as his hands shook while raising the camera to his eyeline, "this is so wrong," he hushes out but there's barely an ounce of real guilt in his voice. swiping his tongue over his lips before biting down on his bottom lip as his finger hovers over the shutter button before actually doing the action. because he can lower the camera and place it right back on his self, pick up the comic he flung on his bed and go back downstairs to you.

but through the camera lens you move just a bit, readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position as you let your head lull to the side, exposing your neck just a bit. with the adrenaline pumping through him and banging through his ears, his finger presses downs.

click.

exhaling through his nose, it's done. bring the camera down to his abdomen, peering at you without the obstacle of the camera lens to make sure you're just as peaceful as before he'd taken the picture. and when you are his pace slows, thinking there's no real harm in taking another, or a few more as he brings the camera back up again.

the soft padding of shoes against grass piques your interest enough for you to raise your hand to lift your sunglasses up, showing off your pearly whites when it's you're mikey, "perfect timing! i've gotta flip over." completely unaware of the film sitting in michael's camera that just captured you.

to the one i love

          ❛  otw!michael ckon　𝑥　𝒻 black woc!reader ❜     ╱    𝓶.list   𓂋   reader is bill's daughter . since this will be a series reader is referred to as sweetie . fluff . michael is whipped and i mean he's gone , done for . the jackson brothers . protective!michael . brief talk of tabloids & gossip .      ℘     1.176k

𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!

bill's daughter!reader . . . who gets called sweetie more than her actual name. what started out as an endearing nickname given to you from you father became the name that stuck on you like honey once a young michael questioned the nickname. not use to hearing such softness used for anyone, growing up with his parents calling him michael, and in return calling them joseph and mother, while his siblings alternate between michael and mike. so when you enthuse the nickname and said he could call you that too if he'd like it became your name from then on.

bill's daughter!reader . . . whose seen michael as michael and not just the young prodigy to star status, but just as michael, your mikey from the moment the two of you met. meeting on a warm summer morning in early august. you had been away at summer camp when your father became head of security for the jackson's, so when you eventually returned he took you to their estate to tag along as you and michael are the same age. you always love to remanence and tease michael for how shy he was when your father had first introduced you, saying his name in barely a whisper. taking it upon yourself to step out from your father's grasp on your shoulders and extend a hand to the boy, bobbing the curlers set you begged your mother for and showing off the braces you had gotten right when summer had started to introduced yourself on your own accord. sternly shaking michael's hand the moment he wearily puts it out. and it's history from there.

bill's daughter!reader . . . who has been there through thick and thin. to be the first one to hear a whisper about the thought of doing solo projects away from the jackson 5. to being there during the making to the release of off the wall. you have been the constant in his life, and yes technically his family is has been the most constant part of his life, but you are the never ending light at the end of the tunnel, a symbol of strength and perseverance. and he bites his tongue when asked what his inspiration is, spewing a bunch of word jumble that is true, but the real truth that his inspiration, his one thing keeping him going, is you.

bill's daughter!reader . . . who begins to peak the interest of the other jackson siblings. latoya whisking reader away to go out shopping or his brothers convincing her to watch them play basketball (she agreed to one game and one game only). there's even been times that jermaine has tried to convince her to go out with him and always fails. except the one time latoya jumped in and begged for her to come along to the clubs and how much fun it would be to get ready together, but you had to decline apologetically (with a smile on your face) that you and michael already planned a movie night and that you always look forward to them. you chose to ignore how latoya rolled her eyes and jermaine scoffed and made a comment about how 'a pretty girl like you shouldn't be cooped up on a weekend night watching movies people have forgotten about'.

bill's daughter!reader . . . who michael wants to protect you. you were actually pretty well hidden out of your father's own need to protect you, but one you turned an adult it became harder. you tag along basically anywhere with michael, so it was only a matter of time until the two of you are caught in the perfect spot for paparazzi to capture. and the tabloids spread fast, unbelievably fast when your name is michael jackson. he remembers it all too well, pacing back and forth in his room with the paper in his hand, eyes trained on the title 'WHO IS MICHAEL JACKSON'S SECRET LOVER?'. to you it was comical to watch him stress as you entertain bubbles, you never cared about what the tabloids had to say about other people so why should you care about what they say about you? especially when they're guessing on you are and are not even close to pinpointing that your father is the man who protects michael's life like it's his own. you cool demeanor only makes michael pace faster, this is serious to him. starting to worry about the public now creating and having access to you, being able to form untrue and harmful assumptions about you. it honestly messes him up for a bit, asking if it's okay if the two of you just stay together in the safety of hayvenhurst's walls.

bill's daughter!reader . . . who is michael's muse. any little thing about you sparks inspiration. from the crease of your eyebrows drawn together when your book finally gets good, your hair whether it's in it's natural fro or blown out, or his favorite, the way your nose crinkles when you laugh, to listening to you talk about your interest even, the twinkle in your eyes and the enthusiasm at which you talk about your interest never fails to get him excited as well. and although you know just about everything about him, you're his person, the one he can go to and never fear the thought of being dismissed or understood, the person who never judges about his own interest in things deemed as 'childish', only quipping back when he brings it up out of his own insecurity to say that you still collect comic books and have an interest in porcelain dolls. but, there is one thing you don't know about him. the massive crush he's been harboring on you for years. it's probably one of if not the largest best kept secret he has that only his journal knows about, or journals as his admiration for you has been a common topic in his journals since you two met. and even so rough sketches of you are in them, even between the notepads he uses to scribble drawings. having to make sure he skips over certain pages when he's asking your opinion on certain lyrics because a page will have a drawing of you asleep on the couch in his studio. and it's not like he hasn't tried to tell you before about his feelings, but every time you respond back with 'yes, mikey?' in the same normal and known soft tone you always use when saying his name or speaking to him in general, mikey, oh mikey. even though you've been using the nickname for years, and there's been a few times his siblings call him the same name, it's different when coming from you, it makes him lull as heat creeps up the back of his neck every time. and it always leaves a lingering thought of mickey and sweetie, or maybe sweetie and mikey he likes the ring of both. but it's just that, just as much as he's your mikey, you're his sweetie and he can't bear the thought of losing you if he did confess his feelings.