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I genuinely thought I was going crazy. Every fic is just sex sex sex like damn, where's the fluff????
I knowwwww. Like it doesnt matter who it is either. It could be michael, jaafar, Marlon, literally ANYONE. And all this community does is write smut. Like there is no fluff or angst and honestly I find it hard to find even like actual stories that aren't just smut too. There is such a lack of fluff and angst not to mention, I honestly feel like with jaafar, that side of the fandom need to CALM DOWN. Like this is a real man u are talking about who has only recently been in the public eye this much and you are making all sorts of media sexualising him to the max. Like tiktok edits where u zoom in on his groin are not sexy thats genuinely weird. Get off the Internet for the love of jesus. NOT EVEN MENTIONING mature Mike, that man was not buying u shit, he was so poor at the end of his life and in debt that he had to get LOANS to keep food on the table for his children like if u wanna write it, write reader paying for stuff for him!
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mature!era michael jackson x female!reader " baby fever .. " contains : michael wanting another baby , weird writing , suggestive ? , a black out ( no smut mb ) , an actual oneshot for once made by kirah with 1.2k words ( never proofread )
the warm heat of prince’s head on your lap was comforting, blanket was leaned up by your side and paris was perched up on the chair next to you. the story you read was relaxing to the three children, it was a usual that michael always used to read them. michael was in the other room with his head dug into work, you bet yourself that he was probably rushing it because of how badly he wanted to be with you four. blanket cooed, nuzzling into your chest as his eyes drooped slightly. you let out a quiet chuckle, catching the attention of prince and paris. “he’s so tired!” paris comments, already in her pajamas carried by prince aswell. the older kids giggled as blanket swayed side by side trying not to fall asleep, you close your book and rub blanket’s back.
“someone’s tired, isn’t he?” you murmur into blanket’s ear, blanket lets out a sigh before fully closing his eyes. you scooch prince and paris to the side, standing up with a sleepy blanket in your arms. you hum as you rock the baby quietly, ready to move into the hallway. prince and paris, eager to stop whatever they were doing, clung onto your legs and wobbled with you to blanket’s room. “everyone say goodnight to blanket.” you whisper, prince and paris following your instructions. “goodnight blanket!” the kids say in unison, you kiss blanket’s head before putting him in the crib. you three stood there for a minute, watching the baby fully settle into sleep. once you knew he was knocked out, you smile and give the two kids fist bumps. “now it’s your guys turns!” you exclaim, whisper-shouting to the remaining kids. they both huff dramatically but you push them out of the room and into their own. first was paris, you sang her a quiet lullaby with prince swaying along. she laid there, watching you with that admired look in her eyes till you gave her a fake angry look, she giggled at your expression and closed her eyes and relaxed. last but not least was prince, he unexpectedly crawled into his bed with ease. you told him a short story, his hair ruffled between your fingers. he giggled at your little gesture, finding it a bit ticklish. it didn’t take long for him to go to sleep fully. this time, you waited a couple of minutes by prince’s bed, taking in the scene. you hadn’t realised michael was leaning on the doorframe behind you, you just continued to watch prince sleep. (not in a creepy way of course!?) even though these weren’t your children, you still felt a maternal bond with the three children. you kneeled there for a minute before you heard a creak from behind you, your head turned out instantly. “michael?” you call out, you stand up. michael smiles and continues to lean on the doorframe, you stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. did he see you just watching prince like that? “you really care for these children.. i can see that in you.” michael embraced you back, kissing your jaw, making you let your head fall back playfully. he chuckled, pulling you away from prince’s room and closing the door. you two spun and you had him slightly pinned to the wall, your ear to his chest as you listened to his heartbeat.. ba-dump…ba-dump.. the sound makes your lips curl into a smile, you bat your eyelashes up at him. “finished with the work?” tilting your head, you asked. michael shook his head in response, you knew him.. he would do most of his work and then leave a little bit, excusing himself to hangout with you guys as a little ‘reward’ he’d tell himself. “i mean.. no, but i just wanted to spend time with you. i mean.. seeing you with my kids.. you put them all to sleep, you read them stories, sang a song to them.” he started listing things you’ve done for his children, you saw that appreciative glare in his eyes. ‘i’m happy.’ you thought to yourself. “they might not be mine, but they mean a lot to you, meaning that they mean a lot to me.” you softly spoke, tugging on his sleeve, indicating that you want to go to your private room together. he nodded and let you lead the way. his hand never left yours, your fingers intertwined, the soft feeling brought relaxation to your body. once you two finally reached the room, you pushed the door open. you sit on the bed, patting the spot next to yours. michael immediately claimed it, pulling your hand up and pressing his lips against your skin. you giggle at the ticklish feeling, rubbing his arm. michael suddenly looked at you. “when i see you with my kids… it just makes me realise how lucky i am, how lucky i was to choose a wonderful woman like you.” he leaned in close into you, making it obvious that he had something to say to you. you turned to him and raised a brow, wanting him to just spit it out.
he looked up at you and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. “it makes me.. realise how much i want a child with you.” michael brought your hand to his chest, letting your palm rest in the middle of it. you look at your hand, and then at michael, and then at his lips. you let out a soft sigh, not in frustration or disbelief, but in fondness.
“i can imagine you with our child, their small little fingers grasping onto your pinky..” he rambled on. michael catches your gaze, he follows them down. a bright smile plastered on his face, he’s still waiting for your response though. his heart feeling heavy but also there was some hope in there.
“oh michael.. you really want this?” you confirm with him, putting a knee on the mattress, letting it sink down beneath you. michael lets out a shuddered breath, rubbing your thigh to let you know that you have maximum comfort here. you take in the message immediately, both of your knees finally pressing into the mattress as you try to lock him in a little cage on the bed.
michael chuckles, a harsh pink on his cheeks. really? he’s flustered? he’s done way more than this! that’s all you could’ve thought, a little laughter escaped you. you let both of your knees sink on both of his sides. you kind of straddle him but not really. michael puts his hands on your hips, he really had some big hands.
you kissed him, it wasn’t harsh and desperate.. it was passionate and loving. michael lowered himself onto the pillows, your lips never leaving his. michael started to vivaciously kiss you, it slowly got more and more desperate coming from his part. you tapped him, wanting to take a breath. he leaned back right away, his chest moving up and down in a light, frantic way.
“you– you want this right?” michael asks, not wanting to be forceful in anyway. you look down at him and scoff, you arch your back and lean down, kissing him as a response. “I– ! mmh– “ that was all michael could say before you came down and kissed him.
“control yourself .. please.” michael says, but.. he wasn’t really complaining.
a/n : had to go on different browsers , different devices , delete my cache just to post this .. yeah im ashamed I only wrote 1.2k words and it’s shit ggs
unpopular opinion but angst with a happy ending is better than fluff.. i love love LOVE IT
i know thats right .
oh my god one more follower and then i have 200 followers?!!???!! guys im planning on a mature era oneshot for you guys ....
hear me out .. mj otw era where the reader is some1 who works behinds the scenes in the music industry & they become friends while working together & mikey appreciates that the reader treats him like a normal person rather than a celebrity 👀👀
OMG I loved this request !!
I’ve finished it I hope you like it !! love
otw!michael x assistant!reader cute little drabble by kirah <3
it was the 1970s. michael jackson was halfway through recording his album named 'off the wall.' your boss, quincy jones was the producer of it all, and that forced you to be dragged along. you didn't really mind it at all since i mean.. it was the michael jackson! the lead singer of the jackson five. you'd be called into the studio for little things, things such as getting equipment or getting quincy some food. you never really talked to michael during those times, he'd just glance at you before shyly looking away.
you were sitting on your desk, writing some papers that quincy gave you. you sat in the quiet room, the only thing loud in there was your pen moving on the paper. a couple minutes passed before the phone finally rung, you picked it up instantly.
"hello, this is y/n speaking?" you say in a monotone voice, you sat up as you heard quincy's voice.
"y/n, i need michael to be recording in this studio now. he was telling me something 'bout "i might come." we're nearly done with this album!" quincy's voice yelled from the phone, you made a bit of distance between you and the phone.
"i mean quincy.. there's no reason to rush.." you tried to reason with him, you looked at a clock on the wall. it was nearly midnight, how is this guy not asleep yet?
"just get him here!" he says before cutting the line, you groan and put the phone back. you stack the papers up and stand up. the silence in the room finally grew loud, you walked out and got a driver to drive you to michael's estate.
the drive wasn't long, you drove through the gates easily. you unlock your door and open it, putting your heel on the concrete floor. you put your sunglasses on before walking to his door. you knock on it, you hear a little bit of chatter before the handle finally gets fiddled with.
it was joseph jackson, michael jackson's dad. he looked at you with furrowed brows, confused why you were here.
"ah, hello.. i'm quincy jone's assistant, y'n l/n. can i please enter the building to get michael?" you ask politely, giving a slight smile to joseph. he stares at you before nodding and letting you in. he pointed to where his room as and you thanked him.
'that interaction was awkward..' you thought to yourself, you walked up the stairs and headed to what you assumed was michael's room. you really hoped you got it right and did some loud three knocks.
"michael?" you say, you immediately hear rummaging and shuffling getting closer from inside. you stood there for a second before the door finally creaked open.
"ah.. y/n was it?.." the door was hardly opened, only so that you can see his head. you smiled and cleared your throat.
"yeah.. yeah it is. uhm, quincy told me to come get you for the recording session. he's waiting at the studio." michael looked away, his face looked puffy and his eyes were drooping. he sighed and gripped onto the door harder.
"i don't really feel like recording right now.. i'm really tired." his soft voice filled your ears, you relaxed your back a bit before leaning against the doorframe.
"i understand michael.. no.. i fully understand. but y'know quincy.. he's demanding." you softened your face, michael looked at you and did a visible breath.
"i'm glad you understand, i thought you'd be just like him." he smiled, he realised what he said and sputtered. "n-not that i hate him! he's an amazing producer, he's helped me through a lot.. it's just.. he is very demanding at some times." he slurred the last words, you chuckled at his confirmation.
"no no.. i get you, i get you." you smiled with teeth, he was a soft man at heart. michael's posture relaxed at your soft tone, he looked appreciative.
"i like how you're treating me.. like a normal person. you're not treating me like 'michael jackson.'" he muttered under his breath, a faint pink shining on his cheeks. you giggle and cross your arms, eyes flickering to his flustered cheeks for a second.
"you've been stuck with fame your whole life, everyone always treated you like the celebrity you are. it's pretty wild how you hardly have any normal interactions like this." you put a hand on his arm, his breath shutters a bit.. but it was in a good way.
you two stood there for a bit before you finally realised you were here to pick him up and go.
"i should just tell him you're asleep, and if we wake you up.. you'll be pretty mad." you emphasized on the word 'pretty' and raised your brows. he nodded and kept that shy smile on his face.
"you get me, y/n.. you really do."
"i'm glad."
i really love this interview..
omggg An au where michael and the reader meet in a zoo or an animal sanctuary, they’re both zoo keepers if that makes sense !! It doesn’t matter where the story goes, i just think mj as a full time animal care taker sounds funsies
zookeeper!michael blurb ( a/n: omg love you know i have no creativity )
if you and michael were colleagues at a zoo, i feel like you two would host those little events they do at the zoo together y'know? definitely with the chimps or the llamas! if michael was ever paired up with someone else, he'd go to the manager and ask if you two could be together, you wouldn't know though. you thought that it was just set partners each time.
"and one of our chimps here is named bubbles! he's a real sweetie.. he can do a trick!" michael's soft voice could be heard from the other side of the zoo from the speakers, he put his hands out and bubbles took them. he helped bubbles get down, bubbles stood on the grass and then walked backwards, doing his signature 'moonwalk.' you laughed from next to michael, michael turned to you and smiled. "look at bubbles, everybody!" you stepped forward, opening your arms as you raised them towards bubble. bubble poked his tongue out and went back to michael, michael put his hands underneath bubbles arms and picked him back up. ________________________________________________________________
how about some angst where reader comforts michael after an interviewer says rude things to him
done! hope i did it right
HIStory!michael x female!reader (angst - fluff ) made by kirah ( not proofread ) " the way you dress. " - drabble
"i don't mean to sound insulting but.. just look at you , the way you dress and dance.. it invites attention." the interviewer stated, michael crossed his arms with his jacket held, like he was covering himself. you watched from backstage, you noticed how his demeanor changed and his face dropped. he flickered a glance at you, he tilted his head at the interviewer and just stared as she continued to ramble on. you bit the inside of your lip as you stared at the woman. michael shaked his head as he disagreed with the interviewer, trying to tell her that he doesn't want the attention. people were very comfortable with judging michael in everything he did, his fans and paparazzi knew that you were very protective over him. you seemed more worried than michael even did. you tapped your foot onto the floor rhythmically as the interview carried on. "and to your spouse, do you think that she might be upset with the relationship you two have because of the amount of attention you get? does she feel like you two have no privacy together?" you were about to stand up, michael's manager put a hand on your arm and shook his head. you furrowed your eyebrows and sat back down, giving the woman a dirty look behind her head. how dare she ask that? she doesn't know anything. michael slouched, he immediately shook his head in a disagreement. he looked panicked and a bit shocked. "she's happy in this relationship, she's happy with me." he put his hands together, his eyes full of sorrow. you smiled a bit, listening to him disagree with her. the interview went on and you two finally got to leave. the walk to the car was silent, michael opened the door for you and you two head inside. michael immediately grabbed your hand, putting it on his lap as he looked out the window. you turned to him and stared at the back of his head. "i can't believe they have the audacity to ask stuff like that, and make those type of comments." you suddenly say, sighing in disbelief as you let him rub the top of your hand. he doesn't say anything, his head still turned opposite from you. "michael?" you mumble. he finally turns his head, his eyes full of sadness. you frown and scoot closer to him. he isn't crying, just disappointed and upset. you lay your head on his shoulder, he leans into your touch. "they think i like the attention.. i mean.. i do like my fans.. i just.. don't like all the paparazzi and all of that." he stutters out, trying to find the right words as he shifted his head so that his cheek was on the top of your head. "they talk about the way i dress, the way i dance.." he continues on. "the music just takes me away when i dance, it gives me happiness. the way i dress too, i love dressing like this." his soft voice a bit mumbled on top of your hair. "c'mon baby, you're getting my hair all messed up." you joked, smiling to try to lighten the mood up. he smiled halfway and shifted closer towards you. it didn't last long though, his smile faded. he probably thought about the other thing the interviewer brought up, your relationship. "you..like being with me right?" he suddenly asked, you immediately straightened your back and looked right at him. you were shocked, he should already know the answer to that, you love him so much! you stared at him for a bit before leaning in to rest on his chest, your hands on his shoulders. he stared down at you, confused. "you shouldn't even be asking me that.. of course i love being with you." you muttered, he nodded and hugged you. it felt like he didn't feel that convinced though, you moved up and kissed the side of his mouth. he let out a giggle before kissing you back. "i love you, michael." "i love you more."
michael drabble . ( kirah )
been in my drafts for a while … but what abt y/n lovingg juliano after jaafar introduces them and they end up becoming good good friends (as in her and juliano)
omg i apologise but I just don’t think I can write for juliano! i would love to take some other suggestions ?
guys i really wanna make a michael drabble or blurb please please please give me ideas or settings please omg .
hey lovelies !! my friends came across this weird blog called : jacksonsdearest ? please report it , they made a fic about jaafar , jermajesty and another jackson , jackie i think i don't know . . they talk about throw up , scat , and piss . . this is so disgusting , you shouldn't be making a fic about this with REAL people or any person / character at all . please keep your dirty fetishes to yourself . please report it and reblog this post , this is disgusting .
