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With the amount of stories michael has about him constantly flirting with women in committed relationships theres surprisingly few fics about him doing that on here. Or at the very least I haven't seen them yet. Where r the homewrecker MJ fics I need them for my health
I been wanting to write a fic over thick mature michael for a while now, I have rewatched this video too many times, he just looks too good
(vid from ‘thicksundoll4mj’ on tiktok)
BROOO HIS WAIST
i kinda need to grab that like asap 👀
i see why quincy had to grab it
karen faye will forever be a weird, funky, and awful person who never deserved to be in michael’s corner because why would she even think it was okay to leak intimate pictures of him when he didn’t even want them out and shame on the photographer for even letter her get it in her possession and yall spreading it around and gagging is making it ten times worse
Jaafar groans as he shifts in bed, eyes slowly fluttering open as the sunlight shines in his face. “God..” he croaks out, rubbing a hand down his face. Why were the blinds even open?
Suddenly, he hears a sweet voice and footsteps, making his eyes crack open more. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” you walk into the bedroom, holding a small cake.
He can’t help but grin, ruffling his curls as he sits up. “Happy birthday to jaafar, happy birthday to you!”
you stop at the side of the bed, gesturing to the lit candle. “Make a wish!” he chuckles and pauses before blowing out the flame.
“What did you wish for?” you set the cake on the nightstand. “to have you.” he looks you up and down, you scoff and climb onto the bed.
“Well birthday boy, you better hurry up, Maj and randy will be here soon.” You grin, grabbing his chin and slamming your lips to his.
tags: @yourleogf @michcarrillo02-blog @princesspluuto @whimsihoe @myah4livz @jermajestysbaby @0-n-1-x @pixieelixer-24 @4ppl3h34d @fairydustdiary @siighrns @theraynecries @yearlyjams
him accidentally saying i love you while he’s balls deep but he really really really means it
inexperienced!michael
how everyone is moving for afro!michael
watching a movie with your fav while he’s crushing himself up against you on the couch, lips on your jawline and cheeks and temple while you mutter for him to be quiet because you can’t hear the movie, like you’re not stroking his cock so good it’s almost impossible….
sooooo michael oh my god
۫ ܸ ❤︎ ׅ ۫ michael wants to make you a mother ໒ྀི⠀ ⁺
cw. mdni . no actual smut . michael's breeding kink
𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!
michael's breeding kink gets worse once you start working for him. especially when he sees how quickly the kids warmed up to you when you first started! and how much you clearly care for them despite just having the title of being their nanny.
from taking them on adventures (whether it's just walks around the neverland grounds or outings out), picking them back up and dusting them off when they get hurt and of course kissing said boo-boo over the character bandaid you put on at their wish, to musing prince's antics to watching paris's rehearsals in the home studio to falling asleep with blanket pressed up against chest when he couldn't sleep. everything about you makes michael go crazy with thoughts that you'd be a great mother.
and it only got worse when there was a down time in the home, michael had return early and prince and paris were content entertaining themselves and each other after having lunch. so that just left you, michael, and blanket at the table, the two of you talking about blanket's milestones, having seen him hit important ones like saying his first word and taking his first steps since you started nannying the jackson kids just a couple of months before blanket's first birthday. michael watched you with a certain look in his eyes as you clean off blanket's messy face and hand hands with a wipe before you remove him from his booster seat and watch him run over to where his siblings are.
you begin to ramble on about the doctor's visit michael had to unfortunately miss earlier that morning.
"y'know, he's hitting all of his milestones excellently!" you beam, spewing information about infant progression from your degree.
michael nods along, a smile to match your own. because if he didn't he'd continue to dwell on missing an important check up for his child, despite your reassurance that it's just one out of the countless other visits he's been there for. "hm, tell me more."
and you do. going on about blanket's coordination and the small sentences he's started to form, especially when you read to him. and somehow that caused you to go off on a tangent about how paris has been loving one of your childhood books the paper bag princess, a small telltale of the age difference.
it's in the moment that michael realizes how much you care about the kids, his kids development into tiny humans. and he honestly, like really truthfully can't help but shift in his seat, eyes concentrated on the natural glow you have as you talk about prince's interest to remove his training wheels on his bike. and he should be paying a attention, especially since it's his eldest boy your talking about. you're just making it extremely hard to pay attention, and his thoughts don't help, not when they're all about how glowy and borderline angelic you'd look pregnant with his child.
so, really, it isn't his fault when he mutters out. "have you ever thought about having your own kids?"
the question makes you stop talking and you just stair. taking in how michael's hair cascades over his face and his eyebrows raised a little at the ask of the question.
"um-" you're trying to rang in any loose thought in your mind. but all that keeps racing within it is that this is your boss who just asked you this question, and it's a harmless one, you get asked it quite a bit from family and friend. and you consider you and michael close enough for a question like this to come up, but the way he's staring you down as if he's hungry when there's a plate of half touched food in front of him has you feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "i do," answering honestly.
that's all michael needs to hear. "you'll be a great mother," he compliments, with thoughts that he'll be the man to make you a mother.
pt. 2 pt.3
© yearlyjams , a reposted work from my archived blog
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۫ ܸ ❤︎ ׅ ۫ michael may be obsessed with your hips ໒ྀི⠀ ⁺
cw. mdni . obsessive!michael . impure thoughts . blanket calls you mama . m!masturbation .
𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!
since you confirmed that you do wish to have kids one day, michael couldn't stop hyper fixating on your hips. and he thought he was obsessed with all of you ⎯ but your hips is a completely different story.
it doesn't matter what pants you're wearing or if they're hidden from the baggy shirt or sweater your wearing, he'll always be able to pinpoint the plushness of them. and as sick as it is, it gets him going seeing his youngest attached to your hip, figuratively and literally. besides michael, you're the only person who's been there consistently for blanket since he was just a few months old, so it only makes sense that he clings to you. and you make it look effortless, the young boy resting a head on your shoulders with a tiny hand balled up into a fist around you shirt collar, while your arm secures him against your hip, all while entertaining the two oldest.
the two of you don't speak about it, not since it happened when one day blanket had been inconsolable. he had begun teething and the pain either caused him to wail or chew on the closest thing to him. it was really a blur when it happened, passing the child off to his father to go get one of the frozen teething toys from the freezer, which only ensued more sobs from blanket, barely making it out of the room when you heard "mama" in between his broken sobs. it caused you to whip around, michael's eyes already on you with a similar shocked expression on his face. with heat creeping up your neck you stumble back, muttering, "'m gonna go get the toy," before scurrying to the kitchen. you don't know what you expected that following night, if michael would be mad or not, but to allow things to blow over you spoke about it first, apologizing. just for michael to shut you down, saying there's nothing to apologize for and that understands why blanket would call out for you.
unknowingly that that 'slip up' only filled his fantasy further. don't get him wrong though, he's a grown man who can contain his urges, but some quiet nights he spends with his fist around his cock at the thought of you swollen with his child. but for now he'll spare any sneaky glance at your hips, even letting a hand hover as he squeezes himself by you.
pt. 1 pt.3
۫ ܸ ❤︎ ׅ ۫ baby fever season ໒ྀི⠀ ⁺
cw. mdni . suggestive . michael's fantasy of getting you pregnant
𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!
nanny telling michael about how she's experiencing the worse baby fever ever. all about how her friend just had a baby and how cute the tiny newborn is, and with the emotions of blanket starting to walk it's all too much. and she knows she wasn't there when blanket was a newborn, but two nearly three months is still fresh in her books !
but she's so caught in her blabbing that she doesn't even notice the way michael's eyes have dilated, or the way he's staring at her like she's prey when the attention turns to blanket who's asleep on her chest, bringing a hand either smooth at the wisps of hair covering his shut eyes or cheek. his breath has even become all rugged as you speak about wanting to experience a child, about the moment when you first meet them and their little noises they make, and oh, the scrunch they do when you pick them up. it's all innocent in your eyes, but you don't even know you're giving michael the hardest hard on right now, and truthfully he doesn't care to hide it like he usually does.
his eyes tracing your silhouette when you get up to take blanket to his nursery, mesmerized by the sway of your hips. his imagination running rampant on the ways he'd have you folded and bent as the two of you make love. how'd you call his name, asking, begging him to fill you up. he'd tease you and ask if you want to give him another baby, and of course you'd nod eagerly, locking your legs over his hips so he'd have nowhere to pull out (not that he'd want to).
don't even get him started on the intoxicating thought of you swelling throughout pregnancy. your hips becoming wider to prepare you for birth while your breast fill with milk for the babe. blanket still clung to your hip as you waddle around with the older two. and he'd dote on you everyday, every second. giving you any message or craving you'd ask for, pressing kisses to your temple as he hums about how glowing you look.
it takes your hand on his knee and a few shakes for michael to be brought back to reality, already knowing that you're way too close to him for him to smell your perfume. balling his hands into fist at his side so that he doesn't do something he regrets, because his fantasies are fantasies for a reason.
pt. 1 pt.2
🐾 — backstage ii, michael jackson
bad!michael x black!reader
summary :: michael comes home from tour to see you packing your things.
warnings :: cheating , pregnancy , wife!reader , not proofread / edited !
part one
It had been three months since you left Michael standing in that dressing room.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you standing there, tears streaming down your face, your hand trembling as you slipped off your wedding ring.
"Ten years... and your threw it all away in two months."
Those words echoed through his mind every single day.
He wrote letters. He called every other hour. He sent flowers, gifts — anything he could think of to get you to talk to him.
But he never got an answer, and it was absolutely destroying him. He tried to listen to Bill's advice, to give you space and focus on the tour, but he couldn't.
The last thing he ever wanted was to lose you.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Five minutes, Mike," Bill called as he stepped into Michael's dressing room.
Michael nodded, murmuring a quiet thank you.
Bill lingered for a few seconds, taking in how exhausted Michael looked.
You were his rock, and everyone who knew Michael knew that. Without you, he was lost, and he had no one to blame but himself.
Bill quietly slipped back into the hallway, leaving Michael alone again.
His eyes drifted to the coffee table where a glass of untouched orange juice sat beside a small stack of entertainment magazines someone had tossed there.
Mindlessly, he reached for the one on top, flipping through the pages, hoping to find something — anything — that would take his mind off you.
Then he saw his own name.
His brows furrowed as he read the bold headline.
Michael Jackson's Estranged Wife Spotted With Alleged Baby Bump.
His stomach dropped.
"...What?"
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had to be another tabloid rumor. The press had made a fortune spreading lies about his family before.
Then he saw the photographs.
There you were, walking across your university campus with an unmistakable baby bump, one hand resting protectively beneath your swollen belly.
"Oh, god…" he whispered, tears filling his eyes.
Michael had always dreamed of becoming a father. The two of you had spent countless nights talking about baby names and wondering when the perfect time would be to settle down and start a family.
You had finally been able to give him everything he'd ever wanted and he had repaid you by being unfaithful.
His hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out the wedding ring you had placed in his hand three months earlier.
Another knock sounded at the door.
"Mike," Bill called from the other side. "We're ready."
Michael looked back down at the magazine, his eyes lingering on the pictures of you.
Then they settled on your stomach.
His child.
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A month later, Michael was finally home.
The moment he stepped inside, the smile on his face quickly disappeared.
Cardboard boxes were piled everywhere.
His stomach twisted.
"...Honey?" he called.
He walked farther into the house, but instead of finding you, he found even more boxes.
Slowly, he climbed the staircase. The closer he got to your shared bedroom, the heavier the knot in his stomach became.
When he reached the doorway, he froze.
You stood with your back to him, carefully folding your clothes before placing them into an open box resting on the bed.
Your curls were pulled into a puff, and you wore one of his old concert T-shirts with a pair of black leggings.
As you shifted slightly, you caught him out of the corner of your eye.
You had hoped he'd get home later — after all your things were packed and gone.
But between classes and doctor's appointments, there hadn't been enough time. Waiting until summer break was your only option, and unfortunately, that meant Michael came home while you were still there.
"You… you're leaving?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," you replied quietly, picking up another shirt to fold.
Michael swallowed hard, his gaze slowly drifting around the room.
He stepped past you into the bathroom. His side of the sink was still cluttered with his belongings. Yours was completely empty. His clothes still filled one side of the closet. Yours were gone.
You were really leaving.
"You can't," he said, shaking his head as he stepped back toward you. "I promise you, Minnie... it didn't mean anything."
"It still happened, Michael," you sighed heavily. "Saying it didn't mean anything doesn't change that."
"What…" His voice cracked. "And the baby? What about the baby?"
"I'm not going to keep you away from your child, Michael," you assured him. "How involved you want to be is up to you."
Relief washed over his face as he wiped away the tear sliding down his cheek.
"But being a father and being my husband…" You slowly shook your head. "Those are two very different things."
A crease formed between your brows as Michael suddenly dropped to his knees in front of you, his large brown eyes glistening with tears as they searched yours.
"I want to fix this," he pleaded. "Please… tell me what I have to do to make this right."
You stared down at him.
Michael Jackson — the same man who commanded attention everywhere he went — was on his knees in your bedroom, crying.
"There has to be something," he choked, reaching for your hands. "I made a mistake."
"No, Michael." You gently pulled your hands away from his. "You made a choice. For two months, you chose to sleep with another woman while I was here… waiting for you to come home."
A tear rolled down your cheek.
"I just can't understand how someone can love me the way you always said you did…" Your voice broke. "…and still choose to betray me like that."
Michael didn't answer.
His head hung low as quiet sobs shook his shoulders, your words settling heavily on his heart.
🐾 — backstage, michael jackson
bad!michael x black!reader
summary :: after finding out you were pregnant, you had an idea to surprise your husband while he was on tour. But what you didn't expect was to catch him in the middle of an affair
warnings :: cheating , pregnancy , wife!reader , not proofread / edited !
a/n :: i was lowkey struggling with this one, so it might not be my bestttt work… also no hate to tatiana !!
Just two weeks ago, you were sitting on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down your face as you held the small white stick in your shaky hands, watching as two pink lines appeared in the tiny window.
You were pregnant.
Your mind immediately drifted to your husband, Michael. For as long as you had known him, you knew his biggest goal in life was to become a father, and you couldn't wait to tell him.
Except, you hadn't seen him in nearly two months.
While he had been traveling halfway across the globe on his Bad World Tour, making his way through Japan and Australia, you were stuck in Southern California, teaching english literature to first year college students.
Luckily for you, spring break landed the same week Michael was scheduled to perform in New York.
You figured it was close enough, so you booked your tickets.
Just hours ago, you were standing in the bathroom of your hotel room, getting yourself ready, wanting to look your best for the first time you saw him in so long.
You wore a fitted black dress that hugged your figure, paired with simple gold jewelry that complimented your warm brown skin. Your coils were carefully styled, settling perfectly around your face, just the way Michael loved them.
Now, you were standing among thousands of screaming fans inside Madison Square Garden, as they chanted your husband's name.
You watched from the wings as he danced across the stage, completely losing himself in the rhythm of his music.
Soon, the familiar opening notes of "The Way You Make Me Feel" filled your ears. It had always been one of your favorite songs of Michael's. You still remembered the first time he played it for you.
The two of you had been sitting in his home studio, listening to his unfinished tracks. You were the only person he allowed to hear them, he always wanted your honest opinion.
Now, a year later, you watched as thousands of people screamed at the top of their lungs while they watched your husband perform it.
The cheers somehow became louder as you watched a head full of curly hair make her way onto the stage.
Tatiana.
You knew who she was. You had met her briefly when you visited Michael on the set of the music video she starred in. You had always thought she was a kind and beautiful woman, whom you respected.
So when she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as her lips met his, you froze.
For a moment, the sounds of the band and the massive crowd disappeared as you watched the two of them kiss in the middle of the arena like no one was watching.
You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself it was just part of the show.
Michael would never do that to you.
He was a performer, doing his job.
You repeated it over and over in your head as the rest of the performance continued, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus. The image of your husband kissing another woman right in front of you played on a constant loop in your mind.
After the show, you followed Bill to Michael's dressing room. Your nerves piled up in your chest the closer you got, your heart racing as you remembered the news you were about to share with him.
You couldn't wait to see how he would react.
Stopping in front of the door to his dressing room, you took a deep breath to calm yourself before raising your fist and tapping softly against the door.
No one answered.
You waited a few seconds before pushing the door open slightly.
"Michael?"
As you stepped inside, your heart completely sank.
Michael stood at the large vanity, his hands resting on Tatiana's waist as she sat on top of the counter. Her legs were wrapped around his, her hands tangled in the loose curls at the nape of his neck as their lips met in a heated kiss.
You tried to step back before either of them could notice you, but it was too late.
Michael caught sight of you, his eyes widening as he saw the heartbreak written across your face.
He called out your name, but you didn't respond. You didn't know how to.
You simply shook your head as tears filled your eyes. Everything inside of you wanted to believe that what you were seeing wasn't real, but deep down, you knew it was.
"Honey, I can explain—" he tried, reaching out to you.
You stepped back, avoiding his touch.
"How long?"
"W-what?" he stuttered, a crease forming between his eyebrows.
"How long, Michael?" you repeated, pointing between the two of them.
Michael dropped his head in shame. Behind him, Tatiana jumped down from the counter, pulling her top back on.
"Since the start of tour," he mumbled quietly.
You nodded slowly, your gaze dropping to your hand and the wedding ring sitting on your finger.
The same ring you had worn every day for the past ten years, ever since the day you became his wife.
Slowly, you twisted it around your finger as you slipped it off.
Looking up, Michael noticed what you were doing and immediately shook his head.
"No," he pleaded, reaching for you again. "Baby, please."
You shook your head, grabbing his wrist and placing the ring into his hand.
"Ten years," you whispered. "Ten years... and you threw it all away in two months."
Before either of them could respond, you turned away and walked out.
Michael Jackson Photoshoot At The Hayvenhurst Estate, 1983 (w/ Todd Gray)
PRETTY WOMAN (1990)
now.. imagine this scene with mature!michael… i need to be sedated
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⊹₊ ㆍ✿ㆍevery time i see pictures like these of Michael , side by side, i can't help but notice how he still is that little boy he was :(, he always had that sad look (first picture) and it js makes me so heartbroken, considering what he and his brothers went through.. ㆍ✿ㆍ₊⊹
₊‧.°.⋆ even though Michael did change a lot appearance wise (which was NOT his fault) his eyes and smile remained so beautiful and handsome :3 •˚₊‧⋆.
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