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[shortnfreakyy]

i just saw a funny tiktok about a couple and the girl had just given birth and had clogged milk ducts and her husband helped her out and that was her “why” 😭 and i was likee waiitt husband!michael sucking on ur nips after giving birth to help u👀👀

this one is now out on @shortnfreaky

[shortnfreakyy]

question for you guys, is it worth making a new main blog rather than keeping a side blog? i’ve never had many problems with a side blog until now. most x reader communities are not as active in the comments and communication of it all. but the michael x reader tag is so active in comments and i love it! but since it’s a side blog, i can’t actually reply to comments, or even write my own. just a genuine question for anyone who may have had the same problem! it would be a lot of work to repost all of my fics (from all fandoms) onto a new blog, but i do feel like it would be worth it.

[shortnfreakyy]

so i ultimately decided to just make a new blog! i will be going through the process of reposting all of my fics onto there 🫩

anyways go follow the new blog, @shortnfreaky

[esotericfishmj]

im sorry are we loosing ancient texts…why are people so mean to fan girls?? fan girls are literally the back bone to fame and community (there’s a few people out here now who’d be nothing without them — full shade) therefore why did i just see someone in the ff / ff writer community talk shi on michael ff writers…like ugh are we serious??not to get too deep or anything but ff of michael is how a lot of fans cope and there’s nothing wrong with that, period. michael means a lot to a lot of people and if i wanna have fun playing pretend i will do that. honorable mention !! michael read ff OF HIMSELF so trust me if he was uncomfortable he would’ve said that.

if ur a lame ass hater trying to label michael ff writers/readers as something we aren’t remember the block button exists.

[ellasworldwideweb]

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

ᥫ᭡. a michael jackson one-shot

Summary: You see an interviewer pushing your husband's boundaries and come to his defense.

a/n: this isnt proofread! this kinda sucks but I saw this interview and desperately wished someone had came to michael's defense, so I decided to write this quickly. also sorry for being inactive, I'm taking summer courses!

"Michael, are you sure about this? These interviewers seem to be getting more overbearing."

He held your face softly. "Baby, it's fine. Bashir and I worked out a formal agreement." He replied, kissing you softly before smiling at you.

-

You stride into the house with your children close by your side. The hushed tones coming from the hallway confirming your suspicion, the interview was happening now. Your nanny walked out of the open kitchen

"Michael's with Bashir right now. Do you want me to take the kids? They seem ready for a nap," She states, and her lips twitch upward despite her solemn appearance. The pit in your stomach began weighing heavily on you at her odd expression.

"How's it going?" You can't help questioning.

"I haven't gone in to see, but I kept seeing Bashir and his team whispering amongst themselves beforehand. It was rubbing me the wrong way." She replies in a hushed manner.

Without a second thought, you hurried into the hallway, allowing her to assume responsibility for the children. As you tread to the door, the voices clear, and the conversation is now understandable. You don't hesitate in twisting the doorknob and quietly stepping inside. Despite seats being available among Bashir's team, you remain standing.

"How often would he beat you?" Bashir asks indifferently.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you hear Michael hesitate, only being able to see the back of his head. You now decide to intentionally remove the barrier and step forward, into his line of sight, and he glances at you. The gnawing in your stomach remained. Bashir was intentionally testing Michael's boundaries.

"Too much," Michael responds simply, attempting to distance himself from the memories.

Without missing a beat, Bashir pushes further, "Would he only use a belt?"

Immediately, Michael flinches and places his hand over his face, struggling. You hesitate, eyebrows furrowing and take a deep breath, attempting to remain composed.

"Why do you do this to me?" Michael's voice cracks, hands still shielding his face.

Promptly, you stride forward, placing your hand on Michael's bicep. Your eyesight becomes blurry, but you refuse to allow it to deter you from your next action.

"I need you to leave." You state harshly despite your voice trembling.

Michael tries to remain respectful. "Baby—."

"Ma'am, Michael and I made an agreement." Bashir cuts Michael off, defensively.

"Pack your things. You and your team better be gone in the next twenty minutes, or I'll have security drag you out." You state curtly while you tug Michael's shoulder, and he quickly stands, following you into another wing of the house, into your bedroom.

As you both enter, Michael sits on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his face while tears rush down, and you pace across the room quickly, breathing heavily. The sound of your steps being the only discernable noise, until you hear him sniffle. You quickly turn and, despite your own consuming emotions, you sit beside him, facing him and arms enveloping his frame.

"I feel so stupid. You warned me this would happen,"he states, voice muffled as he refuses to remove his hands from his face.

You gently take ahold of them, pulling them down, revealing his tear stained face.

"You aren't stupid. You believe in the kindness of humanity, and that's beautiful. You set up an agreement, and you believed that he would respect that agreement. He's the stupid one for believing he'd get away with pushing your boundaries. Michael, you're wonderful. When I think of the goodness that exists in the world, I think of you. You do so much good for the world, and you believe in its goodness and that's something that'll change it for the better. For now, though, you're going to have people like Bashir who try to exploit you for a quick buck, but, when all is said and done, your legacy and humanitarianism is what's going to live on, not the media's lies and these deceitful interviews."

Silence encompassed the room as he began crying again, and smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you more."

-

The emotions that felt all encompassing hours before had been pushed aside as your little family had decided to spend the evening at home. Michael held one toddler while the other was standing on a dining room seat placed directly against the kitchen counter beside you.

"Daddy, mommy said, we show you our dance!" Your little boy said while pouring sprinkles on his ice cream sunday.

"He's not even ready daddy. He can't do the moonwalk." The other huffed.

Michael smiled, "We'll just have to teach him, huh?"

"I can do it," he replies angrily.

"Nuh-uh, Bubbles does it better than you!" They began bickering.

Despite the children arguing, the normalcy of your family seems to ease Michael's nerves. This is what kept you both sane amongst the chaos of his fame, the bickering and love.

I do not give consent to copying/editing my work.

©ellasworldwideweb

[shortnfreakyy]

question for you guys, is it worth making a new main blog rather than keeping a side blog? i’ve never had many problems with a side blog until now. most x reader communities are not as active in the comments and communication of it all. but the michael x reader tag is so active in comments and i love it! but since it’s a side blog, i can’t actually reply to comments, or even write my own. just a genuine question for anyone who may have had the same problem! it would be a lot of work to repost all of my fics (from all fandoms) onto a new blog, but i do feel like it would be worth it.

[theonlyonlinefish]

𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Summary: After spending the entire day exploring the city, shopping, and laughing alongside your husband and his friends, you returned home completely exhausted. As the evening settled in and the distractions of the day faded away, all your attention shifted back to Michael. The quiet intimacy of being alone together after hours apart from the world stirred feelings you’d been trying to ignore all day, leaving you craving nothing more than his undivided attention.

Warning: 18+, smut, sneaky handjob, sub!michael, etc.

You spent the entire day with your husband and a few of his friends. Early that morning, Michael practically dragged you out of bed, eager for you to finally meet them and spend the day shopping together. Wanting to make him happy, you happily tagged along, knowing how much it meant to him that the people he cared about got to know you.

Throughout the day the four of you went through multiple boutiques & shopping centers. Watching Michael shop around was like watching a kid in a candy store, he lit up almost instantly coming across antiques and new technology devices. But his second passion was watching you gawk over designer pieces & jewelry. By the end of the day the trunk was full of shopping bags, even having to ride with some in your lap

The ride home was filled with easy conversation and music. Michael immediately lit up when one of his favorite songs came on the radio, singing along and swaying to the beat from the backseat. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. Eventually, his attention drifted back to you. Reaching over, he rested a hand on your thigh before sinking comfortably into his seat, a content smile playing at the corners of his lips

“Thank you for spending the day with me dollface” leaning in and kissing your cheek

“Of course, you don’t have to thank me for doing things like this with you Michael—I love you”

His face flushed so badly he had to turn away and stare out the window. Smiling, you leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, watching a shiver run through him as goosebumps rose along his skin

“Baby stop—“ he whispered “You know what that does to me”

“What am I doing?”

Gently tracing your hand over his bulge before sticking it inside his pants, maintaining eye contact with him. His big brown eyes now on the verge of bulging out as he felt your warm hands wrapped around his dick

“There’s people in the car with us” he hissed

“And?” Rubbing your thumb across his tip and using his precum as lubricant to stroke him

“As long as you’re quiet nobody will know” your lips connected with his neck again before resting your head on his shoulder

Your dominant hand stroking his dick up and down through his sweats. Listening to his sweet undertone moaning but trying to keep his composure, at some point he had to lower the baseball cap on his head to try and hide his flustered appearance

His hands gripped onto the seat underneath him trying to keep his composure. Lips quivering as he tried to contain his moaning—trying to mask it with throat clearing and humming to the music

“You look so handsome trying to keep your composure for me”

Looking towards Michael’s friends you seen how in depth they were in their conversation, taking this opportunity to bend your head and spit all over his tip and using it as momentum to make him cum

“Michael” you whispered in his ear causing him to whimper in the palm of his hand

He groaned into his hand, eyes darting around to keep his focus off of the sensations you provided. Judging by the way he began jerking around you knew he was cum. You moved all of your attention towards his tip and began rotating your hand in a circular motion until you felt the first sput of his cum shooting out

Embarrassed and relieved Michael buried his face into the arm of the door and exhaled deeply—still trying to hum to the music as a way to release his moans. His cheeks completely red, resembling the color of red rose. You only slowed down the pace of your stroking

Michael turned his posture towards you and buried his face in the crook of your neck kissing it softly “Please don’t stop now” he whispered

“You want more?”

“Please baby” his hips slowly grinding into your soaked hand “Please milk me again”

As you gently kissed Michael again you fed him slow but firm strokes, kissing various parts of his face. His whimpers grew and so did his begging

“Just a little more”

“Please don’t stop”

“Like that”

“I’m not ready for it to be over”

Michael began kissing your shoulder and you could feel his lips quivering against your skin as he released his final orgasm. Tears fell against your skin and slight gasping could be heard “My god” he whimpered

“Michael you made such a mess on yourself” biting on his bottom lip before releasing it

You slowly pulled your hand out and licked the cum that landed on your fingertips and calm. Michael stared at you surf agony in his eyes and licking his lips at you

Finally the car ride came to an end as the two of you landed back in front of the large black gates. Michael rushing to grab the shopping bags to try and get you inside the house as fast as possible. Also equally embarrassed of the large cum stain visible on his sweats

You couldn’t get inside the house fast enough for Michael, he rushed you upstairs to the bedroom and stripped himself naked—waiting on your next command. Begging for more and needy for your touch

Taglist: @j-nae @eohqz @evetheegoonette

A/N: More sub!michael coming soon!

[prettyangeliczz]

imagining fucking michael so hard his eyeliner smudges- I’M SORRY

[ap-ple-head]

baby girls

pairing: michael (any era, choose your fighter) x reader

summary: babies are stressful. that’s it. that’s literally the plot.

word count: 1443

content warning: not dirty, just stressy. mentions of pregnancy and post-partum (there’s implied post-partum depression), a tiny bit of body image stuff, lots of tears. 

author’s note: i wrote this sooo fast in response to this, i had to sleep on it for a couple hours before posting to make sure it wasn’t complete garbage lmao. not my best work by far, but those are weirdly the fics that get the best response on here, so here you go. enjoy?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, baby?” Your husband’s gentle voice floated up the stairs, laced with concern.

It had been half an hour since you’d called Michael, sobbing so hysterically and uncontrollably that he was certain someone must have died.

Through hiccups and tears, you’d managed to get out that no, everyone was fine, but you needed him to come home. 

It was the first time he’d left your side since the baby was born.

He’d fallen into fatherhood so effortlessly, it was like it was his calling. Like the music and dancing paled in comparison. Like he was born to be somebody’s dad.

Not wanting you to lift a finger, he’d taken on every task he possibly could. Diaper changes? Done. Late night bottles? Prepared and given. Rocking the baby so you could take a shower or a nap? He was in heaven.

He got positively giddy whenever she did anything. He acted like he’d won a Nobel Peace Prize the first time she smiled at him, even though you gently reminded him that it was just a newborn reflex.  And when she wrapped her whole tiny hand around one of his fingers? You thought he was genuinely going to pass out.

Normally, when Michael was away from work, he got restless. You could see it—how hard he tried to focus on what was happening around him when really, he was itching to get back in the studio. 

There had been none of that these past couple weeks. 

You were the one who’d finally convinced him to go back to work, feeling guilty that he was doing so much for you.

It hadn’t been an easy ask—he’d practically begged you to let him stay home, sworn up and down that the album could wait, that you and your daughter needed him there, but you were stubborn.

You were kicking yourself for that now. Why were you so stubborn?

Being left alone with your own baby shouldn’t be this hard, but it became apparent almost immediately that you’d bitten off more than you could chew.

She hadn’t stopped crying for what felt like hours. You’d tried everything you could think of to console her—changing, feeding, singing, rocking, bouncing, burping—but nothing worked. You thought her little lungs would give out eventually, that she’d wear herself out and stop, but no such luck.

Eventually, you’d resorted to sitting on the floor next to her crib and crying with her. Might as well make it a family affair.

Michael was a crier too. He cried all the time when he heard a particularly moving piece of music, or when he thought about the injustices in the world. He’d cried like a baby when yours was born. But at least he was pretty when he did it. 

You were decidedly ugly about it. A certified snotty, red-eyed, puffy-faced mess. 

That was how he found you when he quietly entered the room, looking so worried that it sent you right into another round of pitiful, gut-wrenching sobs.

“Woah, hey. Hey.” He crouched in front of you, brushing a thumb over one of your tear-stained cheeks. 

“Wha’s the matter?” His voice was even softer than usual, eyes flitting between you and the crying baby. She didn’t look physically sick or hurt, but her face was scrunched up and red from wailing, a whole lot like her mother’s.

“She. Won’t. Stop.” You choked out, burying your face in your hands.

This was so embarrassing. What business did you have having kids if you couldn’t even stop them from crying?

Michael’s entire face morphed into something profoundly sympathetic.

“Oh, baby.”

He pulled you into his arms and held you tight, burying his face in your hair. “‘s okay.” He whispered, rubbing your back like you were the baby who needed comforting. 

“I tried everything.” Your tears had completely soaked his shirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held on until you’d calmed down enough to look at him, sniffling and wiping at your face with the back of your hand.

“I don’t know what else to do.” Your voice was pathetically small, your throat raw from crying. Michael kissed your forehead. “I got it.”

He stood up and reached into the crib, lifting your daughter oh-so-carefully into his arms. He’d always touched you like you were something delicate and fragile, but with his baby, it was a thousand times more so.

“Shhh.” He cooed, rocking her gently back and forth. “‘s okay. Daddy’s here.”

She calmed down so quickly that it made you sick. 

“Why are you so good at that?” You watched as he got her to sleep like a pro, feeling utterly helpless and miserable. 

“I… I dunno.” He admitted.

You’d expected your maternal instincts to kick in after the baby was born, but apparently they’d skipped right over you and gone to Michael instead. It made you feel woefully inadequate in comparison, and you were sure he was regretting his decision to have children with you, even though he would never say it out loud.

When he was sure she was sleeping soundly, he laid her back down in her crib and held out his hands to you. You just stared at them.

“C’mon, baby. Get off the floor.”

Reluctantly, you let him pull you to your feet. Now that the room was finally quiet, you were afraid to even breathe too loud. Michael seemed to sense that. 

“Let’s get outta here so we can talk, yeah?”

He led you out to the hallway and delicately closed the bedroom door. He wasn’t saying “I told you so,” but you could feel him thinking it. He never should have gone into the studio today.

“You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” His dark eyes searched your face, like maybe if he looked long enough he could read your mind and fix whatever was wrong with you.

“I’m a terrible mom.” 

You were too tired and too afraid of waking the baby to start loudly boo-hooing again, but your eyes still welled with tears that threatened to fall at any moment.

Michael didn’t respond, he just listened.

“I’m a terrible mom, and you’re, like… this perfect dad, and I can’t even take care of my own baby by myself, and I’m so tired all the time, even though you’ve been doing all the work, a-and I feel disgusting, and I look disgusting, and I… I can’t do this.” You blubbered, shoulders beginning to shake as silent tears fell down your cheeks. Michael pulled you close again, but he didn’t speak until you dropped your forehead against his chest, done and defeated.

“Let’s unpack that real quick, hm?” His voice was calm, his body steady and solid against you when you felt anything but.

“You are not a terrible mom, and I am not a perfect dad.”

Did he love being a dad? Absolutely. But he had his fair share of fear and anxiety about it. He worried constantly that he was going to screw something up, and he was especially terrified by the idea that he might turn out like his own father. 

“I have definitely not been doing all the work.” He went on, still quiet but firm. “I do as much as I can to make things easier for you, but you’re the one who grew and gave birth to an entire human being. I could never do that. You’re allowed to be tired.” 

You sniffed, but didn’t look at him.

“And you sure as hell don’t look disgusting.” He sounded like that one was personally offensive to him. “This body gave me a baby. I don’t wanna hear you talkin’ bad about it again.”

That made you laugh—a miserable, stuffy sound, but a laugh nonetheless.

If anyone else had said those things to you, you wouldn’t have believed them. But Michael was so honest and sincere that you knew he meant every word.

“I’m stayin’ home for a few more weeks, okay?” He finally pulled away and put a hand underneath your chin, tilting it up until you were looking him in the eye. You knew he wasn’t asking for permission. After this, you were going to have to physically kick him out of the house to get him to leave you alone again.

“And right now, you’re gonna go get comfy and take a nap. Then I’m gonna make you dinner. Sound good?” You nodded, overwhelmed by the sudden realization that you did not deserve this man.

“Okay… but I owe you for freaking you out and making you come home.”

Michael shook his head profusely.

“You don’t owe me anything. I’ve already got everything I want right here.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[shortnfreakyy]

can i get some mj requests, im off of work tomorrow and plan on bed rotting and writing all day

request here!

[dyinglove903]

guys, how about we ALL just take a chill pill and just hold hands and hug?😁

i swear, it's like i reload the screen and all of the sudden there's new drama appearing like michael fans when they catch word of his leg stepping into a building.

guys, WE'RE better than this🥹✌️

on a more serious note, the amount of beef between authors is crazy. obviously, there was the whole ai situation(which I myself spoke on because there was a high level of confusion and doubt in the community), and everyone involved was completely justified in defending their cases, but wdym we're hating on terminology and adjectives?

don't get me wrong, i understand the word giving you the ick i feel that way about certain nicknames too, but in my opinion, just imagine he's calling you baby or something, or better yet, SCROLL.

it's not like reader is wattpad level moaning and screaming daddy and it looks like a geeking 15 year old wrote it, it's a pet name for christ's sake, there's like 500 of them that your brain can choose from to replace the word, same way your brain replaces y/n with the name you prefer.

i understand 'mama' is a common name used in michael fics, and it can be hard to find fics without it, but if it's really that bad, replace it or scroll. given michael's time and his behavior towards woman, it's not a far stretch for people to headcannon that he uses the name 'mama'. kind of like how marvel fans headcannon bucky barnes as a man to use the nickname 'doll'. it just feels like a mutually agreed upon name.

also, i love seeing the inclusive posts on black, white, hispanic, asian, etc women in the community! i love seeing the posts of people using beyonce or sabrina carpenter for aesthetics on singer!reader. all of it is amazing, don't feel discouraged to continue that theme! we love inclusivity and having fun in this house, that's what michael was all about!

he said it himself and 'black or white' exists you guys! if you're thinking about being his baby, it don't matter if you're black or white! unless the author is actively offending or being offensive towards racial groups in their writing, don't ruin other people's shine in their writing! we all come up with different ideas and aesthetics, and sometimes that comes in the form of different things. after all, race could have nothing to do with it, people could just like the aesthetic of that certain person and decide to use it! it's okay, and keep writing y'all!🤍

anyways y'all, i physically CANNOT stress this enough. you're beautiful, your writing is beautiful, your art is amazing, you shine like a special diamond in a cave full of crystals, and you should never let that lightbulb above your head dim!

happy writing, have a good day!!🤍🖤❤️

[theonlyonlinefish]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael who loves when you stay up late with him even when you’ve had a long day just to listen to him vent about any and everything. Lying your head on his chest and listening to his relaxed heartbeat while his hands rested on your back was your favorite part

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael who appreciated the little things you did for him. Like playing some of your favorite songs by him just so he could dance with you, it always brought him out of whatever mood he was in

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael that loved how resilient you were. No matter what the media said about you and Michael’s relationship you never left his side. Always stood ten toes down behind him. Even losing your cool occasionally on paparazzi

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael that truly believes he got lucky with you and not the other way around. Believing that you were his gift from above. Still not understanding how he found someone so beautiful, yet humble and gentle. Being so understanding to his every need and lifestyle

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael who at times grew jealous when he thought about the age gap between the two of you. Every once in a while entertaining thoughts of some “younger and muscular” guy coming in and stealing you away. But you were always quick to put this rumor to bed, giving Michael the reassurance he needed

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael who loved when you would ride him until his face was flustered and he begged for more. Your capability of keeping up with his high sex drive.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael who loved those late nights when only the two of you were awake so it gave you the opportunity to have sex anywhere in the home. Places like in front of the fireplace, the balcony, shower sex, and even bending over the kitchen counter in back shots

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!eraMichael who has a secret kink for bending you over his knee and spanking you whenever you catch an attitude with him or try to ignore him

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael loves when you go lingerie shopping just so you can return home and model it for him before he rips it off

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mature!era Michael who loves being capable of making you orgasm just by the way he sucks your nipples. Loving the way you moan his name and cry out for more

A/N: I could literally go on with these for days but I’ll leave it here 🫦

[hazelspond]

Hii hear me out.

Mike recording in the closet and Princess Stéphanie of Monaco who does the girl parts of the song ends up missing her flight and (childhood bestfriend reader) is at the studio with him and he begs her to but the second she got into it and started saying the sexy lines michael gets turned on???? Pls see my vision

motivation| MICHAEL JACKSON

dangerous!mj x wife!reader

:when mike needs some background vocals for his song, he turns to his wife for help. but when she can't do it perfectly, he gives her some guidance.

cw: SMUT 18+!!, p in v, fingering (f!receiving), dirty talk, studio sex, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, multiple rounds, sorta rough sex, swearing, i think that's all?

an: i kinda did my own spin on this! hope you enjoy!

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

being married to michael jackson comes with long nights in the studio with him. you love him, but sometimes he's a bit too OCD with his music. regardless, you try and stick through it for him. 

you're sitting on the couch in his studio as he paces back and forth. today he is recording a song for his eighth studio album "dangerous", and was expecting princess stephanie of monaco to record her voice for some background vocals. "where is she?" michael rumbles out. he always runs a tight ship when it comes to music, probably why he's so successful. his producer reenters the room looking worried. "so, she missed her flight and won't be able to come in to record…" michael's eyes shut and he breathes deeply out of frustration. "can she record her lines and send them to us?" his producer shakes his head. "she doesn't have the proper equipment. i'm sorry michael." he stands there for a moment silently. "anyone have any ideas of who could do the lines instead?" he says lowly. theres a beat of silence as everyone thinks, "y/n…?" one of them says. you laugh thinking it was a joke, but quickly stop when you realize no one else was. michael's eyes land on you, "why didn't i think of that, baby, you can do it." you shake your head, "i'd love to help, mike. but my voice isn't cut out for that." michael steps over to you, "it's not singing, honey. just some sultry talking, maybe some hums and whatnot. c'mon…i know you can do it." you sigh and look down at your lap, "fine…but i'm not doing it in front of all these people, just you." you reluctantly get up. michael looks around the room expectantly, "you heard her, get out." the room is quickly emptied, leaving you and michael alone. 

"okay, my love. just say the line as sexy as possible for me, yeah?" you adjust the headphones on your head and nod. "ill try…"

the piano fills your ears and you lean in to the mic, your voice falling into a whisper. “there’s something i have to say to you…if you promise you’ll understand.” you pause for a few moments as the music continues. “i cannot contain myself when im in your presence. i’m so humble, touch me, don’t hide our love, woman to man.” the music pauses and michael’s voice fills your ears. “that was perfect, baby, so sexy. let’s try a few more times to have some options.”

-

you’ve finished your voice lines and michael is beyond satisfied. you begin taking your headphones off when he speaks. “ah ah ah, you’re not done yet, beautiful.” your face fills with confusion, “i thought those were all the lines?” you see him nod from the other side of the glass, “yes, but there’s more than that. you shift on your feet, your head tilting curiously, michael continues. "i want some background noises, ones to set the tone." you nod your head slowly, "okaaay? quit being so cryptic, weirdo." this makes him chuckle, "i want you to moan for me, honey. doesn't have to be anything crazy, just some background noises like i said." your face instantly warms up, a surprised laugh tearing from your throat. "absolutely not." you state. michael groans, "baby please! it's the final touch i need to make this song perfect. no one will even know it's you!" you look at your desperate husband on the other side of the glass. "pleaaase?" michael says softly. your shoulders drop as you sigh heavily. "you drive me insane." but you reluctantly slip the headphones back on. 

michael smiles triumphantly, sitting up in his seat. "just give me some soft moans, maybe some breathy, some a little more firm. can you do that for me, sweet girl?" you nod and lean in to the mic, embarrassment filling your body. an awkward hum leaves your lips making you cringe, "mike, this is humiliating." he laughs, "no no no, you're doing just fine. just stop being so tense!" you take a deep breath and try again, a soft, breathy sigh and moan hybrid comes out. it's not as bad, but not good enough.

 after a few more failed attempts, the door to the booth opens. michael steps in and shuts the door behind him. you slip one headphone off and look to him. "i'm hopeless." he steps behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "not hopeless, we just need to make them more realistic. give you some motivation, hm?" you lean your head back on his shoulder, his body firmly pressed against yours. you can feel his arousal against you, making you purr. "michael, we can't. not here…" your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his soft lips against your neck, "no? and why not?" he mutters against your skin. "someone could come in!" you feel his hand slip under your shirt and rub softly over your lower stomach. "the door is locked. no one will bother us." his hands undo your pants, your hips wiggling slightly.

 michael helps you remove your pants, discarding them off to the side. "face the mic for me, let it catch every noise you give me." his large hands part your legs and slip down to graze your clothed pussy. you gasp softly, your panties damp already. "you're already soaked for me? you like being recorded like this? my dirty girl." his long fingers rub up and down through your clothed folds. "please, michael, quit teasin'." a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest before he tugs your panties to the side and slips a finger into your wet pussy. a gentle moan leaves your mouth as he circles your clit. "listen to yourself, i knew you were perfect for this. such pretty noises for the world to hear." he pushes his finger inside your oozing hole making you gasp and clench around him. he coos at you, your head still resting on his shoulder. he wastes no time pushing in a second finger and thrusting them into your aching cunt. "louder, i know you can be louder." his other hand winds back and smacks your plush ass firmly making you moan louder. michael fingers you with expertise, the wet squelching from your ruined pussy picking up on the mic as well. your moans become louder and more desperate. "just like that, there she is. my superstar all fucked up over a couple fingers."

 his fingers slip from your needy hole and he works to get his own pants off. his hard cock slips out of the restraints, his hand keeping your panties pushed to the side. michael's other hand firmly grabs your face and points it facing the microphone. "face the mic while i fuck you, make sure they all know who's doing this to you." he aligns his tip with your pulsating hole before pushing in with one hard thrust. you cry out, looking for anything to hold onto. michael grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back. he begins pounding into you hard, the sound of your moans and skin slapping fills the booth. "take it all. let the world know how good you can take my cock." he bites out. cries and moans of unadulterated pleasure leave your lips, tears brimming your eyes as his tip slams into your cervix relentlessly. "michael!" you whimper out. "it's so good isn't it, baby? i can feel your pussy throbbing f'me." you clench snugly around him and your eyes fall shut. "there she goes. gonna cum for me? go 'head then, soak my cock." you let out a high pitched whimper as you cum hard, a few tears slip down your cheeks in the process. michael slows down to a stop, letting you recover from his firm pace. you pant from the overwhelming pleasure your husband just gave you. 

after a few minutes, a hand sneaks around your leg and under your thigh. michael lifts one leg up, giving him access to a better angle. "mike…?" you softly say. he leans in close to your ear, "you can give me one more, sweet thing." before you can even think of protesting, he pulls out until just the tip is inside, and thrusts back in hard. you groan from the aftershocks. it doesn't take long before his pace his intense and punishing. his long cock plunging in your gushing pussy. he pulls moan after moan from your lips. "listen to that, like music to my ears. this pussy is always so damn hungry for cock. always ready to go when i need her." his big hand presses to the spot right under your belly button, incoherent babbles leaving your mouth. "yeah? is my baby's brain all scrambled from my dick? can barely even speak." michael can feel his orgasm approaching making his thrusts more forceful. "gonna come in this greedy pussy, and you're gonna take every damn drop for me." you nod, your lip pulled tight between your teeth. he pushes in deep with a shaky moan, his warm cum flooding your insides. his legs wobble for a moment, making you both stumble slightly. michael's forehead presses against your back between your shoulder blades. once you both calm down, gentle laughter leaves his lips. 

"i knew you had it in ya."

[luvingkiku]

ִֶָ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚ shopping | michael jackson ۶ৎ˖ִ ˚

pairing: !anyera m.jackson x reader

something quick and small while i write the part two of my michael angst fic >.<

you had been having a terrible day. everything seemed to be going wrong, and by the afternoon you’d curled up on the couch, not wanting to deal with anyone, and of course, michael noticed immediately.

he sat beside you, studying your face for a moment.

“bad day?” he said gently, caressing your face.

“the worst.” you sighed.

a few minutes later, he was pulling you toward the front door before you had even had the chance to ask where you were going, and an hour later, you found yourself standing in the middle of rodeo drive.

you stared at him.

“michael.”

he smiled innocently.

“what?”

“absolutely not.”

“absolutely yes.” he grinned.

and before you knew it, he was leading you through designer store after designer store. every time you picked something up and said it was too expensive, he’d simply tell the sales associate to add it to the growing pile.

“michael, i don’t need this.”

“maybe not.”

he slipped an arm around your waist.

“but it made you smile.”

unfortunately, he was right. by the end of the afternoon, your arms were full of shopping bags and your bad mood had almost completely disappeared. as you walked back toward the car, michael glanced over at you.

“feeling better?”

you looked at him and laughed for the first time all day.

“a little.”

he raised an eyebrow.

you smiled.

“okay, a lot.”

michael loved spending his money on you.

[angelface001]

computa how do i time travel to bad era Michael. quickest route. no freeways.

[sweeterners]

18+ mdni ❤︎ old man michael feeling ashamed when he gets a semi from you referring to him as daddy. because he knows it's never in that way, or at least that's what he tells himself to keep his tainted thoughts at bay. but it's just his body's involuntary reaction to you, that damn word falling past your plush lips paired with a small smile.

"daddy's home love bugs, go give him hugs 'nd kisses." ⎯ you're always the first one to notice michael's steps making their way to where his children are, and every single time he has to brace himself for your announcement before his children come running straight into his arms.

and whenever the kids has an exciting day, full of activities and laughs they always stumble over their words when they're trying to tell their father about their day. but luckily you're there to redirect them, "how 'bout you tell you're daddy 'bout touching the stingrays today," you gently urge prince when he's making himself breathless from telling his daddy about his day at the aquarium. but when you're too busy cutting up another piece of food for blanket, michael readjust himself.

it's just a few instances, but sometimes he can't believe you were the same woman who was too shy to call him michael instead of mr. jackson, and now you're referring to him as daddy? that's fine by him, he just needs a mommy to his daddy for his babies.

[alohaluz]

HEAR ME OUT. I saw this on ttk.

GUUUUUURL i love this 😭😭😭😭 i was so inspired, i'm afraid a did too much

michael jackson almost fainted at the sight of you wearing this black top with a keyhole. he could perfectly visualize the shape of your boobs through it. he shifted his weight and stared hard at you.

god, you're so beautiful; he was yearning for you like a fool.

"hey mike, aren't you staring too much?" a guy—who had the audacity to also stare at your boobs while asking him such a question—spoke up. michael just ignored him and strode purposefully in your direction.

he didn't talk to you.

not in front of everyone.

however, he reached for your left hand and grabbed it tightly.

your hand was so soft, he wanted to feel more of your skin against his. he pulled you closer and you gladly accepted—he took you to the closest bathroom.

"mike, are you okay? why did you drag me to the bathroom?"

god. how coy you could be. gazing at him with that dirty look that made his cock so hard.

"look at you, pretending to be a naive girl, when you're dressed like a slut." his soft whisper sent shivers down your spine.

he pushed you against the door and leaned in close to you.

you felt his minty breath against you, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him. you leaned in, and right as you were about to press your lips against his, he stopped you.

"you're so mean to me, princess. dressing like this for everyone to see, when you know that you belong to me."

his hand gently brushed your necklace, trailing down to your tits. he placed his hand on the black fabric where the keyhole started and ripped it off.

"michael, what the f—"

he silenced you with a kiss.

it was too good for you. kissing him while he gripped your boobs. it was like going to heaven.

he felt your nipples getting hard in his hands, and he couldn't help squeezing them with his thumb.

your whimpering against his mouth was driving him crazy. he loved the sounds that you made and he loved causing that reaction in you.

"that's for you to learn how to behave, alright princess? i love you."

he gazed lovingly into your eyes, and you did the same.

and before you could say anything about your top, he took his jacket and put it on you with a smirk.

well, you lost your top, but now you had one of michael jackson's jackets.

it seemed like a good deal.