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𓂃 the way you make him feel.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ thriller era michael.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ summary: gentlemen can still get their dicks sucked. michael thinks he’s exempt because you’re too pretty. AHNT! wrong.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ smut, oral sex (male receiving), a very shy and flustered michael because I genuinely don’t think he’d be any way else at this age, female reader. wrote this with the “it’s wonderful day!” interview in mind.
Michael isn't sure how he got in this predicament.
One second she'd been curled against him on the bed, tracing lazy shapes against his chest while the television hummed quietly somewhere in the background. The next, her lips were brushing against his ear, soft and plush and devastatingly warm, whispering something sweet as melted honey that made his stomach flip straight into his ribs.
He didn't even fully process the words, only the feeling of all the blood from his head rushing straight to his pants.
A featherlight breath against his skin.
A little kiss tucked just beneath his ear.
The way her voice wrapped around him slow and warm, making him melt before he even realized he was melting. And somehow after that, she was on her knees between his legs.
Michael sat frozen at the edge of the mattress, staring down at her with wide brown eyes while she looked up at him like he'd hung the stars himself. The lamp beside the bed washed everything amber gold, catching in the blush already flooding his cheeks and the nervous shine of his bitten lips.
She looked downright lovesick.
The kind of gaze that made his pulse scramble like frightened birds in a cathedral. Her pupils looked enormous beneath her lashes, soft and syrupy and practically heart shaped with how fond she seemed of him. It made him duck his head immediately, one hand flying up to cover his face as a helpless laugh escaped through his trembling fingers.
“Baby..” he laughed weakly, voice embarrassingly breathless. “Don't look at me like that...”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause...” He peeked at her through his fingers only to instantly regret it when she smiled. “You know why.”
Her hands settled on his thighs then, thumbs smoothing absent little circles against the fabric of his jeans while his knees twitched under her touch. Michael inhaled sharply, shoulders pulling inward with shy tension as she started inching upward, slow enough for him to want to instinctively close his thighs as his stomach tightened when her fingers brushed his belt.
“Can I taste what's in here, angel face?” she spoke softly, tilting her head.
i don’t know if i should laugh or cry
so i had an idea/request but i’m too shy to ask off anon, please forgive me: you’ve wrote a few MJ pregnancy fics so i thought u would be perfect for this slightly angst but fluffy idea during the thriller era.
You just gave birth and wake up after a long and difficult labor to see michael holding your perfect baby, but looking a little distant and sad. you ask whats wrong and of course he tries to deflect, but its guilt, many layers. he almost missed the labor because he was working (perhaps you went into labor early/unexpectedly and couldnt reach him at first). And the baby looks just like him, but him before vitiligo took over and getting cosmetic surgery. you assure him that you love him and the baby, who undeniably has his eyes and beautiful smile, and thats enough. he finally admits out loud that hes worried about what kind of father he’ll be after being raised by joseph (he’s avoided talking about it for months), but you assure him that you’re not a bit worried because if the baby inherits even a fraction of his love and kindness; you’ll all be just fine.
Sorry if this is too detailed or cheesy but i hope you’ll consider writing it because it’s lived rent-free in my head for days.
a/n: i hope this turned out like how you wanted 😭
t/w: angst, allusions to an abusive childhood, insecurity, parental anxiety, fluff, he’s a girl dad 🤍
statement on ai
𓂃 drag that bitc—
⋮ ⌗ ┆ off the wall era michael.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ summary: it’s genuinely on sight if you catch diana by herself.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ no crazy warnings. female reader, public verbal argument (reader and diana), brief emotional stress and anxiety, romantic jealousy, relationship strain, smoking / cigarette use—pls its the 80’s, mikey in the doghouse.
So.. Michael doesn't think he's ever been this fucking scared in his life.
Which feels deeply unfair considering he’s Michael Jackson. He’s performed in front of thousands of people, he’s danced on national television. And yet somehow none of those experiences prepared him for the sight currently waiting across Studio 54.
His girlfriend is sitting alone in a velvet booth with a drink in front of her, looking so spectacularly deadpan that Michael briefly considers leaving the country. The problem is that she isn’t crying, isn't yelling. She isn’t even causing a scene. She’s ignoring him. Which is infinitely worse. When she gets loud, at least he knows where he stands. When she gets quiet? Oh, baby that’s when God himself starts abandoning his people.
The club pulses around him in flashes of gold and red light, cigarette smoke hanging thick in the air while celebrities and socialites laugh their way through another night they’ll be talking about for years. Meanwhile, Michael is standing near the bar wondering if it’s possible to die from being in trouble with a pretty girl. The worst part is that she has a point, enough of a point that every defense he’d come up with has fallen apart the second he’s tried saying it to himself.
The evening had started perfectly fine. Then Diana arrived. And somehow Michael had spent the next two hours getting continuously pulled into her orbit. One conversation became three. One dance became several. Every time he managed to drift back toward his girlfriend, Diana found a way to pull him somewhere else. A joke. A story. A hand on his arm. A request for “one more” dance. Michael hadn’t noticed how bad it looked at first, but his girlfriend had. The first warning came in the form of a look. The second came as a pointed comment. The third involved her physically appearing beside him while Diana stood entirely too close and entirely too comfortable. And Michael, complete idiot that he was, had smiled. Smiled! Like there wasn’t a bomb actively ticking beside him.
I would drag that b for free ✌️
⌞Making of Michael (2026) - How Jaafar Jackson Became Michael Jackson⌝
this lyrics breakdown of "2000 watts" is frying me uppppp
Ughhh ik my man was a FREAKY FREAK
this lyrics breakdown of "2000 watts" is frying me uppppp
A lady in te streets but a freak in the bed
Nsfw headcanons ⊱ michael jackson
This man may be a perfectionist, but he loves it when it gets messy. When he sees that white ring form around his cock, your cum drips to his balls. He goes crazy. He doesn’t hold back, picking up his pace and watching you fall apart under him.
He is very handsy. He always has to be touching you. Squeezing your waist, holding your hips, your legs, anything. His hands never leave you.
Absolutely pussy drunk. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t get to cum, or even undress. Your pleasure is his biggest priority. He could spend hours between your legs just wanting to hear those pretty sounds coming from your lips. He’d make you cum multiple times, not even pulling up for a break. He’d only stop if you pushed him away physically, too overstimulated.
This man is HUNG. 7 inches soft, 9 inches when hard. It’s uncut and girthy. When you guys first started getting more intimate, it took a bit for him to fully fit in with you. But when he did, you saw stars.
Rarely subs. He’d most likely have been in his earlier eras, but after that, he is dominant. He never wants you working hard during your lovemaking. He does all the work. You lie there and look pretty for him. He isn’t aggressive; he doesn’t like any type of form of hitting or pain to your precious self. His closest form is subbing if he’s too tired, but you still need him. He’d lie back, letting you use his cock. But he’d definitely be thrusting up, still doing the majority of the work.
He loves making you a complete mess on his cock. Hearing you only be able to whine and moan while mumbling nonsense. He knows he’s big, and he takes pride in it.
Specific kinks
Creampies ⊱ he loves filling you up. He can go at it many times, so his cum ends up leaking out the majority of the time. The sight always amazes him. You filled up to the brim with his cum, showing his possession over you. It also fills his small breeding kink.
Size ⊱ as stated before, this man is hung and big. When you guys first started making love, he loved that he couldn’t fit it in. How much you’d try and push your hips back to push more inches in, but you couldn’t. The small tears rolling down your cheeks from how much just his tip fills you up. He lived for it. He loves watching you go dumb on his cock and even his fingers. The feeling of you being stretched out by him makes him cum quicker than anything.
Exhibition ⊱ It’s known how much Michael loves filming things and taking photos with his camera. You both have many ‘films’ together that he keeps to look back on, especially when he has to be away from you. Whenever you get a new set of lingerie (he obviously bought), he’d take pictures of you on the bed as you model for him. He secretly has a fantasy of someone finding them. But he’d never admit that.
Praise ⊱ He’s always praising you. He needs you to know how good you take him. He’d always whisper with each thrust, “doing so well”, “you look so pretty spread like this f’me, “you’re so perfect”. He compliments you a lot in general, so he has to do the same in bed.
Spit ⊱ receiving and giving. He does it a lot to tease you. One time, he had invited you to the studio. Quincey and they were all there. Michael pulled you aside in a dark corner while producers were 5 feet away. He tipped your head back and slowly spit in your mouth, watching as you swallowed. He grinned, seeing how flustered you got. “Good girl”, he squeezed your hips and walked back to the booth, leaving you hot and bothered. But you’d always get him back after.
thinking of michael being obsessed with ur ass (18+ mdni)
warnings: ASS. lap dance. awkward writing about said lap dance. ass smacking. panties in mouth. ass kissing. take a shot every time you read the word ass
your boyfriend pushes himself onto a random chair in your bedroom the second you get home, eyes low and sleepy. “you were dancing so pretty f’me,” he tells you, voice all gravel, referring back to how you basically ground your ass to his crotch at the club he had to drag you out of.
“you gonna put onna show now, huh?”
We need more with mature Mikey's breeding kink
I agree, imagine you guys are just married and it's all he keeps thinking/talking about? Oh my...
oh my indeed.
he’d see how good you are with children when you guys go and visit children hospitals. helping feed them, play with them and read to them. it would unlock something inside of him, his eyes would light up at you genuinely being so careful and loving towards children. but you two shared beliefs that you both wanted to wait til marriage to be intimate.
and oh lordy, after you two got married—literally on your honeymoon, you could not stop begging him to put his babies in you. and that he did. (lol you didn’t have to beg much) but it didn’t stop after that. you two would go to the library and he’d collect books he wants to read to his children. or sometimes he’d manifest by rubbing your belly, which made your heart melt.
and don’t get me started on showing him the positive pregnancy test…
mature!michael headcannons
18+ — mdni!
a/n: all these amazing writers have made me want to come out of retirement…and i can’t stop thinking about dada he’s so unbelievably fine. it’s been so long since i’ve written ff (10 yrs) so i’m starting w/ headcannons first; hope u enjoy! semi-proofread & lowercase intended btw…i am powered by my want for him not ai! about me post coming soon; any feedback is much appreciated and my inbox is always open 𑣲⋆
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𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who constantly uplifts you with words of affirmation. each morning, you both repeat in unison the phrases written in his careful cursive: “i am so grateful i’m a magnet for miracles.” “i am beautiful.” “i am number one.” on the days you recite with less conviction, he kisses your knuckles softly after each iteration to encourage you — pavlovian conditioning in action.
𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael after dark, whose reflection smirks back at you as you arch further into his chest. he rubs your clit in lazy circles, middle and ring fingers curled deep inside you, kissing your cervix. his left forearm is tucked under your breasts as he rolls your right nipple with his thumb and forefinger. making you watch him bring you to ecstasy is better than any orgasm he might have. your eyes screw shut in embarrassment at the sight. “mike…please,” you whine. “you look so beautiful like this, baby. be a good girl — meet my eyes and tell me you know.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who sees you as his precious babydoll. he quietly studies the fashions and aesthetics you gravitate towards, the size of your wardrobe is almost comparable to his. your sensual nature makes you inclined to silky pajama sets and gauzy lingerie. fashion shows are frequent at your shared home. the latest piece? a sheer nude chemise and matching thong, glittering softly under the warm light. you giggle shyly as michael fixates on your every curve. “do you like it?” you say, turning slowly like a rotisserie chicken. he looks at you as if you are. “i absolutely love it, doll,” michael takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “such impeccable taste.”
𓏲ּ𝄢 such impeccable taste indeed. mature!michael after dark who, shortly after making love to you — courtesy of the sexy chemise — discreetly picks up your discarded thong, encased in your essence from last night. though you’ve been suspicious but can’t confirm, michael has a secret stash of your used panties, saving them for the days or weeks he might spend away from you. sometimes he keeps it in his suit pocket, sneaking away in between meetings to get a quick whiff, as the comfort can quickly teeter towards an insatiable desire. michael drives himself insane in his hotel room with your scent, spending hours smelling, sucking, and releasing into countless pairs of your panties.
𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who loves to sit you in front of the bathroom mirror after a shower so you can watch him massage your body, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder blades, spine, hip bones, and painted toes as he works you from your head to your soles. if he weren’t a superstar, you think, could he have been a world-renowned masseuse? you close your eyes, head lulling back as you enter ultimate bliss, and michael’s laugh rumbles lowly. “enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” “always…” “that’s what i aim to hear. in fact, that’s what i live for,” stating plainly and smiling up at you lovingly.
𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael after dark, who also, after taking the liberty of kneading the expensive oils and butters he gifted you onto your naked, glazed frame, uses both his large hands to spread your ass, one palm for each globe. the arousal sparks deep and low in your womb, folds already threatening to glisten like the rest of your body. your face flames as you automatically attempt to press your thighs together, but michael’s hands firmly keep your position. “don’t get all shy on me angel, just wanna let you see how tantalizing all of you is.” he takes the pad of his middle finger and slides from your pearl, to your pooling entrance, to your perineum, to the tight pucker of your asshole, groaning lowly as he explores you until you’re a needy mess.
𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael, who loves to shower you with presents despite your frequent refusals. your past partners made you feel guilty for wanting more thoughtfulness in your relationship. you prayed your next lover would be attentive and spoil you rotten. yet, you never expected it’d be of this magnitude: romantic getaways around the globe, dainty, modest jewelry that cost thousands upon thousands, investments in your personal and creative endeavors…just to name a few. “honey, this is absolutely too much. i don’t know how you can expect me to accept this.” michael surprised you with your very own home library. the room had cherry wood floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with literary classics, fairytales, and personal favorites; couches with cushions like quicksand that threaten an afternoon nap rather than finishing the next chapter in front of you; and matching desks — side by side, of course — so you and michael can work on your respective projects without leaving one another’s sight. “only the best for my lady,” michael croons, his bambi eyes attempting to wink.
𓏲ּ𝄢 mature!michael after dark, who insists on the gift of overstimulation. the filthy expressions your face contorts into and the tremors of your body he so lovingly studies pay off when providing you pleasure. michael knows when you really need to tap out, and pushes the limit every time.
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sorry this was short i’m kinda nervous! should i do a part 2? i have so many more ideas and am happy to expand on any you may have as well 𑣲⋆
imagining more manipulative boyfriend!michael
warnings: 18+, nasty nasty nasty, blowjob, choking, degradation, manipulation, and more
“swallow m’ whole,” michael groans, pushing your head down further on his cock. “gonna cum down that pretty throat.” his legs spreading more so he could push your head down harder.
your hands lay on his thighs, trying to keep yourself up but oh no mikey doesn’t like that. “stop tryn’ get up.” he groans, slamming your head back down to the base of his cock. “not done til’ i say.”
he throws his head back as you choke on his dick, whimpering everytime you gag on him. he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you off of him just so he can take a look at your ruined face.
his dick twitching and oozing above you, “spit on it, mama” you prop yourself up using his thighs, and slowly let the spit fall onto his swollen tip. he whimpers and his grip on your hair tightens.
“mm look at y’” he mocks, “such a nasty girl f’ my cock” he looks down at you, his brown eyes full of lust. you look down, but not before a hand meets your chin and forces you to look up to him.
“say it.” he demands, “s-say what?” your voice comes out soft a complete contrast from his. “tell me how bad y’ want mikey’s dick.” your chin hurting from his grip.
“s-so bad-” you start, bringing your mouth back to his pulsing dick. “p-please, mikey.” your tongue slides up and down his cock, groans and curses leaving his mouth.
"come on, baby," michael purrs, his voice low and commanding. "use that pretty little mouth of yours to worship my dick like you should." he pushes against your mouth, trying to thrust deeper inside.
his breath comes out in short, sharp pants as he fucks your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you closer as he thrusts deeper. you can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement.
"look up at me while you suck it," he commands. you obey, tilting your head back as you continue to bob your head on his length. he groans when he sees the tears streaming down your face and the spit dripping from your lips.
his dick hits the back of your throat over and over, making you choke and gag around him. spit and precum mix together, dripping down your chin and onto your tits.
michael groans deeply as your tongue works over his dripping slit, before he pushes you head back down to take more of him, "yeah, take it deeper," he mutters, watching your eyes water as you choke around him. "look at you, so good f’ me.”
with one hard thrust, he buries himself balls deep in your throat and comes hard, pumping hot ropes of cum directly down your throat. he holds your head in place, forcing you to swallow every last drop as he groans, “atta girl…”
note: okay i tried my best blowjobs are my weakness i hope u guys enjoy this my inner freak came out when i was writing this , manipulative michael>>>>>> anyways i hope u guys enjoy <3
imagining manipulative boyfriend!michael missed you after a long tour <3
warnings: 18+, p in v, manipulation, this might be the nastiest thing i’ve ever wrote (oops), very descriptive, creampie, idk even more so read at ur own risk..
“oh baby, fuck” he groans, slamming you into the headboard after being gone on tour for far far too long.
his long fingers grip around your throat, not hard enough to choke, but hard enough to force you to look at him. “love hearing your pussy, mama”
every time he slams into you, wet, disgusting, sounds come out of not only your mouth but your pussy.
the mix of cum and your juices mixing together creates the most nasty sound and the best lube.
your pussy sore from the amount of times he’s thrusted into you. your tight little hole now a perfect fit for his big cock.
your legs begin to shake and you cry out, “c-can’t take it-” but he doesn’t care (awh so sad..) you’re his own personal hole. and all the stress from the tours is getting taken out on you.
“been waiting so long f’ you,” he groans, slamming into you once more, “can’t give me this one thing?” his tone not soft, but condescending. he knows you’ll give him what he wants, and what he wants is you.
he brings one of his hands down, and starts sloppily playing with your clit, “cmon’ cum f’ me mama,” even though you’ve already finished twice!
the satisfaction he gets from seeing your eyes roll back, drool forming on the corners of your mouth, and your lips puffy and pouting is almost enough to make him cum inside you twenty more times.
he pulls out, just to watch your pussy clench onto nothing but the air. your hole desperate for him again. cum dripping out of you before he slams right back into you, watching your eyes roll back so far it looks like it hurts.
“so good t’ me, baby” he groans, fingers now tighter around your throat as his own eyes start to roll back. your pussy tight around his dick just drives him crazy.
he brings his hands down to hold your waist tight, keeping you still as he slams into you once more. hard enough to leave bruises on him and you (ouch.) “g’nna make this hole all mines,” he huffs, “all mines forever, babygirl.”
he leans down to press sloppy kisses on your neck, nibbling and licking every where he can. he then brings one of his hands to a tit, rolling your nipple in between his fingers before leaning down more to pop it in his mouth.
his tongue flicking hard against it, broken moans leave your mouth as you try and take everything. “mm, taking me so good,” he groans against you, “givin’ me what i deserve, such’ a good girl”
after he’s done, he falls on top of you. his sore dick still deep inside you, twitching uncontrollably. hot cum seeps out from your hole. only god knows how many times he came in you. 
note: okay so this is actually nasty and i’m disgusted with myself and im probably going to throw my phone across the room when i publish this. pls to my fellow freaks lmk how i did;( , ive been getting so much support im so happy omg thank u guys for everything <3
mature!michael & assistant!reader
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mature!michael & assistant!reader
thinking about michael and his love for animals