MJJ Oneshot/Smut Imagines. All my Oneshots feature OCs; I DO NOT write "Y/N" Oneshots, so (respectfully) don't ask. Michael Jackson stories. © All Rights Reserved. 18+ Started: June 27, 2024 Finished: tbd.. Cover made by me via PicsArt Highest Rankings: - #1 in #Jacksons - #1 in #MichaelJosephJackson - #1 in #MJFanFiction - #4 in #MJJ - #1 in #BadEra - #6 in #18AndOver - #8 in #MJ - #27 in #MichaelJJackson - #25 in #MichaelJackson - #11 in #SmutImagines - #39 in #18AndUp - #64 in #Maturity THESE ARE MY WORKS!

DISCLAIMER!! PLEASE READ!!: This story is rated for MATURE audiences and is explicit since it contains various sex scenes, cursing, mentions of drug use, self-harm and events not considered appropriate for children!! Please be aware that I DO NOT encourage in anyway or form for any of the readers to try any of the acts on this book because this is a FANFICTION. (Emphasis on the fiction) THIS STORY DOES NOT EXIST SOLELY FOR THE PURPOSE OF SEXUAL STIMULATION, it has plot, character progression, development etc... Also...this is a FICTION, Michael Jackson did not do any of the things mentioned. ..................................................... *First class free* read the card. Angel is an almost-graduated 19 year old girl with ambition and an adventurous mind. She has a dark past she wants to outrun at all costs. But will it catch up to her? Michael is a mysterious man with rules and knowledge. He's made up of hidden layers, trauma building each of them. Angel takes the risk and joins this adventure unsure of what the outcome will be. Michael has rules but the most important one; no feelings involved. Will Michael and Angel start to develop forbidden feelings for each other? Will it change everything when the past comes back to haunt Michael? Will his past involve Angel in a way he never imagined? Stay tuned and see our lovely Michael as a...Sex Instructor.

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Book 1 of the Wolfe Series ||WARNING|| 18+ This book contains mature content such as sex, abuse, sexual abuse, guns & blood, and language Nobody said that college was going to be easy. Especially when you can't concentrate in class because you can't stop staring at your college professor. But what do you do when you catch him staring back? And what do you do when you find out a secret about said Professor? "W-what are you doing?" I breathed out. Trying so hard to control my breathing as he slides his hand down to my waist. "I don't know." His grip on my waist tightens and pulls me close so our chests are now touching. "But I don't think I want to stop." Oh. My. God.