jaclyn

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rest in peace angel face, 17 years without you (on the 25th.) you are forever loved and missed by so many. i wish the world treated you better. we all love you so much.

i love you guys, and always remember there’s someone who loves you & my dms are always open.

you & michael have spilt custody of your baby girl. he can’t help but flirt with you each time he comes and picks her up.

contains: angst, fluff, unestablished relationship, baby daddy!michael, nicknames

the toy piano filled the air as your daughter slammed her little fingers into it. you sat on the couch, her princess bag filled to the brim with her stuffed animals next to you. “mommy’s gonna miss you, baby.” you whispered, leaning down so you were closer to her.

“i gonna’ miss mommy.” she mumbled, not paying much attention to you. you brought your hand down to her head, twirling one of the pigtails in your fingers.

knock knock

just then, two faint knocks came from the door. you sighed as you got up to open it. “daddy’s here.” you groaned, your daughter sprinting to the door behind you.

“daddy, daddy!” she yelled, jumping up and down as you opened the door and michael came into her view. as soon as he saw her, he kneeled down embracing her. “hi, princess.” he muttered into her hair, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

he then lifted her up effortlessly, holding her on his side. “you know, you’re 16 minutes late.” you scolded, your arms crossed as you watched him roll his eyes playfully. “pfft. you counted exactly?” he scoffed, before sliding past you and letting himself inside.

you shut the door behind them, watching him bring your daughter back to the living room. she was going on and on about how ‘mommy wouldn’t buy her any more stuffies.’ he listened to her, his head nodding and his face filled with fake sympathy.

as he set her down and she started to grab her toys he turned to you. “wowww, such an evil mommy.” he grinned, you rolled your eyes, “you know, michael, she’s like that because of you-” you pause, turning to the couch to grab her backpack. “-you spoil her to much.”

you toss him the backpack, a stuffed bunny flying out as you do. “were back on first name base?” he questioned, leaning down to grab the bunny. “we never weren’t.” your arms crossed, a thick invisible barrier set between you two.

“cmon’, mama, don’t be like that.” he walked a little closer, causing you to back up. “michael.” you mutter, your daughter still distracted by her toys. his face fell, looking genuinely hurt that you were trying to get away from him.

he quickly recollected himself, turning to look at your daughter on the floor. “you almost ready to go, baby?” he called to her, she looked up and shook her head, standing up, her little arms filled with toys.

you walk to the door, michael following behind you. “i’m sorry- baby. i really am.” he whispers behind you. you turn around, opening the door for him as he grabs your daughters hand. “not right now, please michael.” you whisper back, he sighs.

you kneel down, getting on your daughters level. “i’m going to miss you, baby, be good for daddy.” she nods, bringing her face to yours. you kiss her cheek, before standing up again. “i’ll see you, sunday. okay?” michael nods, coming to you, kissing your cheek softly. “okay, mama.”

the two of them walked out of the door, as they headed to the car. “bye mommy!! i love you!!” your daughter yells, waving at you. michael turns around, mouthing ‘i love you.’

“i love you guys.” you call back, watching them head down the sidewalk. michael buckles her in the car seat, his eyes meeting yours one more time before getting into the car.

“oh boy..” you mumble, shutting the front door.

thank you my love , i love sub!michael sooo much. i changed it to a handjob bc it’s easier for me to write. i still hope you love it xx

18+ (handjob, overstim, teasing)

“there ya’ go..” michael moans, as you wrap your hand around his cock, giving it a slow deliberate pump feeling him twitch underneath you.

he’d been teasing you all night, light touches, promises for later, whispers in your ear, leaving you a complete dripping mess for him (like always..)

you continue to slowly pump his cock, your movements causing him to buck his hips up, desperate for more of you. “c-cmon’, mama.” he groans, not yet grasping what you were starting.

you keep your pace slow, and gentle. your thumb brushing against his leaking tip. “a-ah.” whimpers leave his mouth as you rub his slit, his head thrown back.

“what’s the matter?” you ask, still rubbing his swollen tip. “what’s the matter with y’?” he groans, your movements are driving him crazy. he needs more. so much more.

you ignore him, and continue with your agonizing pace. his hips twitch desperately, cock throbbing in your loose grip. “do you want more, baby?” you tease, your voice soft. his eyes stare down at you, pleading. “y-yes, fuck, yes.” he whimpers, his hips bucking again.

“beg for it.” you stop, your grip even looser now as you look up at him. “w-what?” his voice broken, and his breathing heavy. “you heard me, michael, beg.”

“p-please..” he starts, your hand finding his twitching cock again. “more, you can do better.” you squeeze his dick hard, “ah- fuck, okay, okay.” he whimpers, precum oozing out of his tip.

“please.. w-want more, baby.” he moans, eyes glossy and pleading. "please," he whimpers again. his hips bucking uselessly against your slow hand.

he’s completely undone, leaking precum all over your fingers. "please don't tease.. mama, it hurts so good..." his head falls back against the couch, his chest heaving.

you grab his cock harder, stroking him faster this time. your fingers sticky and dripping. “good boy.” you whisper, eyes staring directly at him. his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “oh, mama, more p-please.”

his dick twitches in your hand, your grip tight. “f-fuck, ma, gonna’ cum.” he groans, legs shaking. “go on, mikey, cum.” he bucks his hips up one more time as hot thick ropes of cum drip down his cock onto your fingers.

“t-thank you, mama..” he whispers, his breathing hard. his dick still twitching softy in your hands.

awwweee!! hi anon ur to sweet. i love you more.

i’ve been good i’m still busy with moving but this weekend i should finish up and im so so excited to get my schedule back for other things.

aweee you’re the sweetest! of course i can.. i tried my best i hope you enjoy, my love <3

18+ (pussyspanking, use of ‘daddy’, overstim, oneshot)

your back presses against the bed, his body warm and heavy over yours. "there we go, mama." he whispers, voice smooth and quiet, already guiding his cock between your thighs. "mm, such a pretty pussy, all worked up f’ me.”

he taps your clit with his swollen head, gentle but insistent. whimpers fill your throat, your core burning.

"shh." michael murmurs, spreading your thighs wider with his hands, positioning himself at your entrance. “i know, baby, lemme’ give y’ what you need.” he groans, length against your clit.

he begins to tap your clit with his oozing head. not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make your pussy drip.

"there we go” he groans, watching your slick coat his length. "such a needy little thing. poor baby." he taps your clit again, this time harder. "just breathe f’ me, baby."

"that’s my girl," he whispered, “let y’r pretty pussy be spoiled." he rubs his head over your swollen clit, whimpers filling the room. "such a sensitive little thing.” he taps your clit again, slap, slap, slap.

he stops tapping and starts rubbing his thick head directly against your clit, dragging the swollen head in slow, wet circles.

he continues rubbing against you, his cockhead completely coated in your slick. “let daddy spoil y’, kay’?” his fingers intertwined with yours, keeping you still.

"michael-” you whimper, hips twitching under him. "please,” tears begin to form from your eyes, “m-more..”

he tilts his head, a cocky smile plastered on his face. "what do y’ need, baby? speak properly." he murmurs, pressing harder against your clit. his cock continued in circles.

"i need...please, please just..." you gasp, trying to push your hips up, chasing his cock. "p-please, just fuck me." looking up at him with flushed cheeks. "i- can't take it.”

“mm, good girl.” he lines up his cock with your dripping entrance. he pushes inside with one slow, deep thrust, stretching you open completely.

you cry out, back arching as he buries himself deeper inside. "there ya’ go, mama.”

you are the sweetest i am so glad so many people love them. i’m going to try to sit down and write some more this week. moving is crazy!! no one ever told me it was so tiring.

hi baby!!! ahh that’s so so amazing you’re going to start writing. haha you got me with the already in action. it’s my weakness starting fics most of the time.

my best piece of advice is to think about the setting, and the plot. random little details really bring it to life, like “it was a cold night” , “the theater was packed.” just situations they would end up in to have them start doing whatever it is!!

i’m definitely not a professional and i try my best when people come to me for advice because im still trying myself sometimes (insert crying emoji)

i absolutely adore this request, this is more of a one shot since im still busy w moving and such but i got some time to write a little something for u all<3

18+

michael guided you into the bedroom, his hand resting on your lower back. "you embarrassed me t’night" he murmured, his tone soft, but angry. like a parent scolding a child.

he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh. "come here."

you reluctantly move closer, as he pulls you down over his lap, his hands resting on your thighs.

"did y’ enjoy his attention, mama?” he paused, squeezing your thigh tightly “did it make y’ feel reaaaal special?" his fingers trace along your thighs, under your skirt, finding your soaked panties.

"mmm, look at this," he cooed, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. "you're all wet thinking about him, aren't y’? poor baby, so confused." he slides your soaked panties to the side.

"you know what's sad?" he whispered, running his fingers on your lips, spreading you open. "you get this wet for the wrong men. like that idiot tonight. didya’ want him to fuck you?"

his thumb begins to rub your clit in slow circles. "is that what y’ wanted?" he teases, his tone mocking but soft.

"gettin’ soaked over a man who couldn't handle you properly." he slips two fingers inside you, pumping them so slow it hurt. "poor thing... you don't even realize you belong to me, do you?" he curls his fingers, making your hips buck.

"this pussy?" he continued, "this belongs to me, not him. not anyone else, baby." he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "every time he touched you tonight, every smile you gave him, you were mine anyway. that's what makes you so pathetic, baby."

his curls his fingers once more, you’re back arching against him. “that’s it, cmon’ baby.” he groans, your pussy squeezing tight around his fingers.

your eyes roll back as your release approaches, michael brings up his other hand and grabs your neck firmly. “lemme’ hear y’, angel.” he whispers in your ear.

quiet moans and whimpers leave your mouth, your pussy tighter around him as your legs begin to shake. he picks up the pace, breaking you completely.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, glossy and dripping. “look at this, baby.” he brings his fingers to your face, “this is from me. not him.”

thank you so so much baby i’m so happy you love my work! i don’t have time to write a fic but imagine this

18+

michael’s fingers dug into your hips, gripping tightly as he pressed his face between your thighs. his tongue worked your swollen clit, swirling around it in a slow circles that made your hips jerk upward.

"shh, baby girl," he murmured against your slick folds, his voice low. "just relax and take it."

he dragged his tongue on your soaked clit again, this time pressing hard and flat, until his mouth was sealed over your entire pussy, sucking hard.

"such a pretty little thing," he purred, voice muffled by your juices. "all this, for me."

his hands gripped your legs tightly as he noticed you trying to sit up. your legs aching, as your release had passed. “n-no mm-” you choked out, michaels hand pressed firming on your lower abdomen keeping you in place.

"stay still for me," his tongue returned to your clit, flicking over the sensitive bud as he watched you squirm under his touch.

your entire body shakes as you squirt on his face, his hand still pressing down on you. he laps all of it up, before pushing down harder, releasing more into his mouth.

your thighs shake around his head, tears in your eyes as you take it all for him. “that's it, mama" he groans, tongue still taking in every drop.

"such a good girl," he whispers, voice sweet and quiet. "and you'll be a good girl every time for me, won't you?"

warnings: 18+, manipulation (duh), public sex, creampie

“c’mon mama,” michael groans, tugging at your skirt. “lemme feeeeel you.” his hands running up and down your body.

“michael..” you whisper, the library quiet as you try to keep the attention off of you two. his hand slides higher up your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your skirt. you whimper, pressing your lips together hard.

"shh," he murmurs against your ear, "be a good girl." his fingers slip under your skirt and slide beneath the waistband of your panties, pressing against your already soaked folds.

he breathes against your ear, two fingers slipping between your lips without warning.

you put your hand over your mouth, a moan creeping out. “s-stop.” you grab his hand, taking it out of your panties before turning around to face him.

“michael, there’s people in here!” you whisper yell at him, while fixing your panties and skirt. your legs trembling slightly and your pussy aching. he looks down at you, a smug smile plastered on his face.

he brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours, he pops them into his mouth. his tongue twirls around his two fingers, tasting every drop of you. “mmm,” he groans, “taste so’ good ma.” (ugh, you can’t stay mad at that..)

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“fuuuckk,” michael moans, your legs on his shoulders as he thrusts into you. your back pressed against the cold porcelain of the library sink.

he rolls his hips slow, dragging every inch of his cock out before pushing back in deeper then before. you grab onto his arms, desperate and needy. your eyes starting to roll back.

"mmph-please-" you moan. "please what?", his voice low and mocking. he stops thrusting completely, leaving you empty and aching. "finish the thought, baby”

"please- fuck," you sob, “more, w-want more.” his lips curl into a cocky smirk, “good girl.” he slams into you once more, his dick filling you up all the way.

your legs shake violently over his shoulders, a broken cry leaving your throat. “such’ a desperate little thing” he groans, grip tightening on your hips. he slams into you harder, watching you fall apart underneath him.

his thrusts get deeper and rougher, slamming into you with wet thrusts that echo off the tiny bathroom walls. your pussy clenches around him, his dick twitching inside of you. "g’nna fill you up, mama.” he pants, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

your tits bounce with each thrust until finally he buries himself deep inside of you. hot cum filling up your core, leaking out of you.

he slowly pulls out of you, cum dripping out more onto the bathroom floor. his dick still hard and painful. “mm, look so sexy with my cum drippin’ outta you, baby.” he murmurs, his hands rubbing against your thighs.

your legs still shaking as he helps you off the sink, handing you your soaked panties. he pats your head as you get dressed, makeup smeared (but he doesn’t care) as leads you out of the bathroom, you swear everyone is looking at you as you two walk out to the car.

i’m sorry again, i love you all and im so so thankful for all of the incredible support ive been getting. im at 200 followers so thank you for that!

hi baby!!! smut is kind of tricky and the best piece of advice i can give is to be into what you are writing. write about things you find attractive

and secondly, be descriptive think about whatever body part you are describing and write it down. i always have two tabs open when i write of my rough draft and then my final (or like a notes app)

it comes to you eventually and don’t be shy to publish and ask for constructive criticism!! it really helps you grow and learn more.

i would love love love to see your writing so if you ever feel confident enough to publish pm me and i will love to read and help some more.