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OFF THE WALL!MJ HEADCANONS. 🍪
“every night, she walks right into my dreams. since i met her from the start, im so proud i am the only one.” - from "the girl is mine".
otw!michael is a total yearner when it comes to you, his best friend. he can't help it but he loves everything about you, he remembers even the little details about you whether you casually said about it a while ago like a candy you mentioned being your childhood favorite, a movie you been wanting to watch or even stuff you mention a long time ago, he'll remember it more than you think but then act oblivious when you ask him how did he remember about it.
otw!michael secretly gets jealous whenever a guy gets too comfortable or close with you, he tries to hide it because he's a lover, not a fighter! but the way his jaw slightly tightened up or the tension in his shoulders gives it off (bro CANNOT hide his emotions). you can clearly see it and sometimes you find it sort of funny in an adorable way him, even his brothers would notice it and tease him relentlessly to the core.
otw!michael gets all shy and a little flustered whenever you compliment him in any way whatsoever, he doesn't wanna admit it but he loves getting compliments from you and it kinda gives him a bit of a confidence boost at first really. and when he does get all shy, you end up teasing him more by making him even more flustered since he's not used to getting compliments like this.
otw!michael who would seek out to you since his father, joe often wouldn't let him see you or let you visit since you were a "distraction" to michael's career in joe's words but that didn't stop michael from finding ways to see you. sometimes he would also vent to you when he's with you, mostly regarding his father's abuse and all.
otw!michael who sometimes plays twister with you since no one nor even his brothers wanted to. you both had fun and sometimes a few laughs. there are times where there was a bit of sexual tension where he ends up on top of you mid game as you could feel your breath hitched with this close proximity between the two of you but j*e sometimes would walk in accidentally on the two of you and when he sees you two, it can get pretty awkward quickly but atleast you had fun anyway.
otw!michael who would always try to give his all to try impress you whenever you come to the studio to visit and watch him rehearse, he doesn't wanna make a mistake infront of you since he's an extreme perfectionist and always wants to impress you whenever he can.
otw!michael who probably write a song or two about you, music is not only is art form but his language on how he expresses his creativity. he always make sure to put all his heart and feelings when writing a song about you. you're the must and he's the artist that wants to capture the art of you and your essence.
otw!michael would sometimes invite you to his house to watch movies together. most of the time, it's often horror movies he picks which ironically he gets scared of but still insists on watching and says he's not scared when he is really.
otw!michael who sometimes would go to some of his brothers for help and advice. he's crushing on you too much and he needs to get the feelings out but is too shy to do so. sometimes, his brothers- even his sisters would tease him but still comfort him out.
otw!michael finally gathers enough courage to confess to you at backstage after one of his performance shows. at first, he mentally braces himself for rejection but the moment you said "yes" to him, his whole world turned and he stood there frozen before immediately getting all flustered and excitedly hyper as he pulls you close and kisses your cheeks like a sweet man worshipping his goddess.
— wohoo first time writing post, kinda nervous 🥹 (this is my first time writing as a beginner so take this with a grain of salt kindly enough)
vampire michael …. lots of thoughts
hi hi i absolutely love ur writing ur so talented. can u do a manipulative!michael imagine about him overstimming reader when eating her out ? tyy
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?"
obsessed with how u write sub!michael especially bc it’s mature michael ugh seeing a grown man so desperate and needy is just so delicious. could u possibly write a fic where you’re upset with him for whatever reason and the entire day he’s so desperate for you he’s rock hard all day following you around begging for your attention but he’s lowkey turned on by the fact that you’re being sassy and ignoring him. and then u finally give him what he wants but you make him begggggg for it OKGKFDIEOEKDKD
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”
Slamming the bedroom door shut after carrying you inside
michael biting his lip will forever be the most attractive thing to me and i’ve stood by that since i was the ripe age of 7
LIKE OUHH SHIIIII ….. 👀🫦
MICHAEL JACKSON AT GARDNER STREET SCHOOL (1989) Part one
݁⏖ ۪ ✐ late-night convo's with michael while he's on tour ❤︎︎
michael is starting his tour and reader is unable to be with him for the first few months because shes busy herself , so she takes pretty nude pictures (like poloroids) and tucks it in michael's lyric book or sends them to him for a surprise which results into phone sex ??
love this..omg
𑣲michael is definitely the type to initiate phone sex — he can’t stand just seeing your naked body, always demanding more from you.
You knew michael was a busy man, constantly recording, constantly touring. At the end of the day you were just a girl, you loved his attention on you at all times. So when the time came around for another upcoming tour, you decided to tease him a little — leaving a piece of yourself in one of his lyric books he always takes with him.
You’d lie on your queen sized bed, plush off white silk beneath your naked frame, skin glistening with the body butter you applied. You’d adjust your hair perfectly, letting your locks fall over your chest but revealing your bare n’ perky breasts. You angled your Polaroid camera a little down, making sure to include the taught of your waist & a little of your v-line.
Snap, then you’d shake the picture, letting it develop as you place it beside you.
Another snap. This time you laid on your side cutely, puckering your glossy lips with your plump ass in the centre frame.
You knew this would drive michael crazy, not only does he hate to tour, but he hates leaving his baby. He’d call your line every opportunity he’d get, not caring how sick you’d get of him — he was selfish.
Before he left, you’d slip the two sultry Polaroids in the front page of his lyric book so he’d see it immediately.
“Gonna miss you so damn bad, baby.” He’d mewl in your arms.
“I’ll miss you too, I’m sure you’ll call.” you’d whisper.
You were flipping through a magazine the next evening in your bedroom, turning the pages slowly with your feet propped in the air.
Your flip phone rings, obviously you were expecting his call.
It’s michael of course, who else. He doesn’t speak at first but you just hear his breathing on the other end.
“Mikey? You okay?”
“Why you doin’ this to me huh?” He whispers breathlessly.
You act dumbfounded, “doing what?”
You hear him flipping through what sounds like pictures, his breathing still subtle but noticeable.
“My god…you’re so beautiful. How can I be mad at you?”
Your cheeks fire up, closing the magazine & laying on your back, your phone propped between your ear & shoulder as you play with the ends of your hair.
“I decided to tag along with you on tour this time, another way.”
Before you know it he’d be asking you to strip, to remove your top & play with your breasts, or spread your legs & play with your pussy while he strokes his cock in his hotel room.
You’d follow his lead, hearing his ragged breaths n’ strokes on the other end as he tells you exactly what he’s doing & how good it feels.
“Put the phone between your legs, I wanna hear it, please.” He’d beg in between whimpers.
You’d do so, propping the phone next you as you slip a finger in, making sure he can hear the slickness of you. The sound of him moaning, & the erotic noises of his cock make your back arch of the sheets, cute little squeals falling from your lips.
“God, you sound so damn good, gonna make me cum so fast.”
He’d be laying down on his bed himself, one hand rapidly stroking himself as the other holds one of your Polaroid selfies. The combination of your sounds & the picture making his mouth salivate.
“Fuck, gonna come baby, you close?” You’d whimper, moving your fingers desperately, chasing your release.
All you could hear was little broken words, something like a “yes” or “cumming.” Followed by a dragged out guttural groan of your name, & he came. You followed along, your face pressed into the silk pillows beside you, your thighs trembling.
“Just one more week & I’m home.”
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🐆💋 — michael knowing how to get his way with reader because of his doe eyes. anytime you’re over at his place, cuddling and making out with him and you need to leave, he doesn’t whine. in fact, he’s so understanding but his eyes, his eyes say everything he can’t and it works all the time.
you love to run my money?
dangerous m. jackson x spoiled reader. michael definetely has a habit of spoiling you. there are times he'll give you an allowance just to treat yourself and show him what you got.
he loves messing with you, teasing the playful idea of cutting your allowance. he loves to mess with you.
some headcanons. this has established relationships, fluffy contents, generally fluffy with some teasing wordplay.
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michael who worships the sight of your face beaming up at the idea of going to your favored stores and treating yourself to an evening's worth of pampering.
michael who's adamantly gesturing to the space in front of the bed, lingering patiently for you to demo all the new pieces of clothes, jewelry, and shoes just for him.
michael loves seeing your taste profile expand with each little getaway to the shopping centers. he's pointing out new finds, watching how you explain each choice, and how they pair up with something different. he loves to see the grin on your lips.
michael who's teasing you endlessly about wearing his money. the two of you could be sitting at a restaurant, michael's trailing his foot to tap on the tip of your shoe, fetching your attention.
y'like wearing my money, don't you?
he's motioning to your outfit, pointing out the bracelets, necklace, rings, and dress. a telling smirk on his face.
michael...
michael makes sure to make you feel like a star. he'll take photographs of your carefully constructed outfits, asking you to pose for the camera. it serves as a reminder of your timeless beauty and how perfect you look dressed in his money.
michael, who insists on your accommodation to rehearsals, sound checks, anything—only if you're wearing something of his. it's a wordless affirmation to the world, really. he knows you love feeling like you're all his.
michael tests the waters once every blue moon, to see how your face twists with a whine slipping from your lips, the second he's saying no to your little inquiry about shopping. he's telling you that you have enough, you can't fathom that.
michael watches how riled up it gets you, the pout on your lips while you're murmuring things under your breath. he loves to see it, just for a few minutes. soon enough, he's calling you over to sit pliantly on his knee, arms wrapping around his neck.
i'm just playin' with you, gorgeous. i got all the space in the world for you.
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i love this era. need more.
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◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ Michael Jackson is extremely over dramatic. Here he sat beside you, showing you a small cut on his palm. Your fingers brushed against his inner wrist, you could the pulse thumping beneath your fingertips. You tilted his wrist taking a better look at the cut.
“Does it still hurt?” You asked, voice soft with concentration. Michael’s eyes watched you carefully. “No, not at all.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I was going to ask if you wanted me to kiss it better.” You let go of his wrist, leaning back. Michael stared at you, his lips parted and expression heartbroken at the opportunity he just missed out on. “Uh wait- hold up now.”
“Hm?” You looked at him, feigning innocence. Michael looked back down at his hand. “Actually, you know what? It does still hurt, so…”
You laughed instantly, a warm tingling feeling shot through Michael at the sound. “You missed out on the opportunity, your fault.” You shrugged.
“That’s not my fault! If you had began with, ‘hey, do you want a kiss?’ I would’ve immediately said yes! I would have said yes before you even finished the sentence!” In result of his words, your heart hammered violently against your ribs. “Please?” He murmured.
You shook your head, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling. Michael groaned. “Please, baby? It really does hurt now. I promise.”
You stared at him blankly before sighing in defeat, Michael smiled instantly. “Fine.”
Michael moved closer towards you, watching your movement with precision. He shoved his hand towards you, in return you grabbed the back of his hand as his palm faced upwards towards the ceiling.
You gently blew air against the cut, “does that help?” You asked quietly. Michael didn’t answer, he couldn’t.
You moved in, brushing your lips against the small cut. You kissed his palm gently, feeling the warmth spread through you.
“Happy?” You asked.
“Very.” He whispered.
glasses michael i wish we got to see more of u
Alexa, play Janie by Ethel Cain
▐ ♯ ⫶ how i imagine bestie.ᐟmichael to be…
.ᐟ warnings & disclaimers: none
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bestie!michael who always opens his arms wide to cover you in his warm embrace whenever he gets to see you with his face like this: ˗ˏˋ :D ˎˊ˗
bestie!michael who’s a very affectionate and loving friend who always takes cares of you. he’s the first to tell you if you have something in your hair or how proud of you he is.
bestie!michael who announces activities or plans for the both of you ending in -time. ex: it’s cuddle time!
bestie!michael who excitedly info dumps about his latest interests and uses his whole body to describe them.
bestie!michael who likes to play and mess with your hair. (he don’t want you messing his up tho)
bestie!michael who loves playing different games with you and chasing you around.
bestie!michael who never yells at you even if you lose your temper with him.
bestie!michael who hates to see you upset and tries to make you laugh or smile, even if he’s not happy himself.
bestie!michael who can be passive aggressive and smart-mouthed if you say or do something he doesn’t like, especially if you know it.
bestie!michael who gets quiet and stand-offish if you made him upset until you address it.
bestie!michael who always holds you up and always finds excuses to extend the conversation, so you don’t leave him alone.
bestie!michael who listens attentively to you, asks you genuine questions in response to your statements, and takes all of your interests and recommendations seriously.
bestie!michael who gives you his titanium amex card without you asking and never allows you to pay for anything no matter what.
bestie!michael who gives you the best and most thoughtful gifts without ever expecting anything in return.
bestie!michael who’s always touched whenever you do gift him anything.
bestie!michael who always asks for your honest opinions on his dancing and the music he’s working on. he won’t stop questioning you if you just tell him it’s good.
bestie!michael who speaks in references, impromptu choreography, and voice impressions.
bestie!michael who showers you in compliments, liking how shy they make you look.
bestie!michael who gently encourages you to hold one of his exotic pets despite your hesitation and nervousness.
bestie!michael who lets his guard down around you and confides in you with his deepest secrets and thoughts.
this photo is doing things to me 😩😩