softformj

my name is lila (not a minor) i write michael jackson fanfiction

[softformj]

Lila's Masterlist

Note: The images I use in my fics are purely for the aesthetic and mood of the story, or to represent aspects of the reader's role, style, or the chapter itself. They are not intended to depict the reader's physical appearance or ethnicity.

"In Your Corner" Status: Finished (8 Chapters + Bonus Chapter) Chapters: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Bonus Era: Thriller Rating: PG-13, no smut Tags: slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, romance, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, mutual admiration, angst with a happy ending, idiots in love, he fell first but she fell harder "For The Cameras" Status: Finished (16 Chapters) Chapters: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen / Sixteen Era: Thriller + Bad (Thrad) Rating: PG-13 with eventual smut Tags: fake / contract relationship, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, romance, hurt/comfort, not actually unrequited love, mutual pining, mutual admiration, angst with a happy ending, idiots in love "Cat Got Your Tongue?" Status: Ongoing Chapters: One / Two / Three Era: Off The Wall Rating: PG-13, no smut Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, supernatural, shapeshifting, angst with a happy ending, eventual fluff, idiots in love "sugar (oh, honey honey)" Status: On Hold (currently rewriting it) Chapters: One Era: HIStory Rating: PG-13 with eventual smut Tags: sugar daddy / sugar baby, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, romance, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, idiots in love

Oneshots / Twoshots / Drabbles: Name: still Info: Michael Jackson x fem!Reader, 1989. best friends. sickfic and what comes after Read: Part 1: still water // Part 2: still here

Name: One Small Crash for EO, One Giant Miracle for a Princess Info: Captain EO!Michael Jackson x Princess of a distant planet!reader Read: Click here

Name: exhale Info: Michael Jackson x fem staff!Reader, Bad tour in Japan, 1987. you and michael share a cigarette. (cw: smoking) Read: Click here

Name: "my name is michael jackson. you stole my heart. prepare for kisses." Info: Michael Jackson x celebrity fem!Reader, 1991. established relationship. movie night. fluff. drabble. (tw: past abusive relationship) Read: Click here

Name: off script Info: Michael Jackson x fem!Reader, HIStory tour Prague, 1996. drabble. michael hurts you before the show, then apologizes the only way he knows how. Read: Click here

[cristianbales]

“Michael’s first car was a Mercedes. Then he bought a black Rolls-Royce, which he later painted blue. It was in the Rolls that he was stopped one day. Not for fans outside the gate, but by a Van Nuys policeman.

‘This looks like a stolen car,’ the officer said. He didn’t recognize Michael, who was wearing a disguise that day. 

Michael explained politely that he did, indeed, own the car. But the officer went ahead and ran a check on the car, and found that Michael had a ticket outstanding.

The next thing Michael knew, he was sitting in the Van Nuys jail.

Bill Bray bailed him out. I didn’t even know what happened until he came home.

‘You should have asked the officer what a stolen car looks like,’ I said after he revealed his adventure. Perhaps the cop had felt that a young black man didn’t belong behind the wheel of a Rolls.

But Michael was not only put out by the experience, he professed to be happy.

‘I got to see how it felt to be in jail!’ he exclaimed.”  - Katherine Jackson 

[miseducationofmicheal]

Michael Jackson Photographed In Rare Photos From, 1979

[softformj]

I’ve been sitting on this but maybe a story where Michael and reader get in a argument before an event of some sort where he’s gonna perform so he changes the setlist last minute to perform “you are not alone” (dedicated to the reader ofc) and it ends in fluff cause I love a happy ending

I finally got around to writing this request that's been in my inbox forever. I hope you like it ❤️

Read here: off script

[softformj]

off script

Michael Jackson x fem!Reader, HIStory tour Prague, 1996. drabble. michael hurts you before the show, then apologizes the only way he knows how.

dangerous ends with the hat and the pose and the lights cutting out, and a hundred and twenty five thousand people lose their minds in one long roar that you can feel in your bones. you stand in the wings where michael’s people put you, in the spot he picked out himself so he could find you. but you can't even clap. maybe you shouldn't have come. that's what he had said to you. two hours ago, in a dressing room full of other people, without even looking at you. all you had done was to ask if he'd eaten because you knew how performing on an empty stomach made him sick afterwards. three years togther and he said it like you were a nuisance, and the worst part is you just nodded and left, because you didn't trust your voice in that moment. and the whole walk down the corridor you kept thinking back to when you first met him, at the dinner party where jackie's friend sat you next to him and he was so shy he talked to your wine glass instead of you. that shy man from back then would never have said such a thing to you. you don't know where that man went tonight.

so no, you're not clapping. you're standing there with your arms around yourself watching him, and waiting out the show so you can leave and be hurt somewhere private. because you can’t bring yourself to leave in the middle of one of the biggest shows of his life. black or white is next. you know his setlist by heart. you wait for the guitar to start playing. but what you hear next is a piano instead. the soft and familiar melody of you are not alone, a beautiful but entirely wrong song for the setlist. your brows pull together because this isn't right, this song was cut weeks ago, you were there when he discussed with the coordinators to cut it. you can feel your heart beat quickening. then he turns away from the crowd and towards where you’re standing, and he finds your eyes as he starts singing the first line and doesn't look away. he lifts his hand and places it over his heart, tipping his head slightly sideways the way he always does when he knows he's done something wrong. and in between the song’s phrases his mouth shapes something to you that isn't a lyric. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. the biggest crowd of his life is singing his own words back to him but he's singing the whole song to a single person standing on the dark side of the stage, to you. your arms loosen on their own and you can feel your eyes burn, and you think to yourself you complete idiot, i only asked if you'd eaten. you're hopelessly and quietly crying before the second chorus.

when it ends he doesn't wait for the blackout to finish. he jogs off the stage, soaked through with sweat and chest heaving. he’s already reaching for you, already saying "baby, listen, i’m so–" and you don't let him finish. you close the distance and grab him and hold on so hard it’s probably hurting him and bury your face in his wet neck. instantly, you can feel the surprise go through him, his whole body stopping. then his arms wrap around you like always, and his hand comes up to your back, stroking it slowly, letting out a heavy breath against your hair. you pull back just enough to reach up and push a soaked curl out of his eyes, and your heart hurts at how beautiful he is like this. sweat beading at his temples, his eye liner smudged at one corner, and his pleading eyes on yours. his mouth opens, the sorry already on its way, and you kiss it away before he can say it. he makes a small, surprised sound against you. "thank you," you whisper when you part, forehead against his. and the crease between his brows that’s been there since soundcheck finally lets go. he gives you a smile only you get, that gentle private smile of his, and leans in to kiss you once more softly. then wardrobe interrupts and he's pulled off toward the quick-change, walking backwards half the way so he doesn't have to stop looking at you. you stand in the wings, wiping your face, smiling at nothing. three years and you still can't stay mad at him for more than a single song. he always finds the door into your heart somehow. you've stopped pretending you want him to knock first.

Hope you enjoyed this little request drabble ❤️ I actually wrote it on my phone, so it took longer to write, there might be a lot of typos 😅

For @unknwnbrii, thank you for requesting, my love.

[mjssluttyfish]

LICK!

Content: Thrad Era! Michael Jackson x Black Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, cunnilingus, insatiable Michael Jackson, pussy drunk, facial hair growing, established relationship (always and ♾️)

Wc: 740

He A Seat, Barely Ever Heard The Nigga Speak

The living room was loud, filled with the boisterous laughter and chaotic energy of the Jackson brothers. You sat on the sofa, watching your husband, Michael, who looked particularly flustered. He was trying to maintain his usual composure, but his brothers were circling him like hawks, their eyes locked on the thin, dark line of hair finally beginning to bloom above his upper lip.

"Look at that! Little Mikey’s finally getting a little fuzz!" Marlon teased, leaning in close to inspect the growth.

"Man, it’s barely there," Tito added with a grin, shaking his head. "You sure you're even a man yet, Mike? It looks like you just forgot to wipe some chocolate off your lip."

Michael shifted his weight, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He looked shy, almost shrinking into himself, but there was a flicker of frustration in his eyes. He raised a hand, gesturing for them to back off.

"Man, knock it off! Just leave it alone," Michael muttered, his voice soft but firm. "It's growing in just fine."

As he turned away from them, a secret, knowing smirk played on his lips. He caught your eye from across the room, and for a split second, the shyness vanished, replaced by a look of mischief. If only y'all knew what I do to get it, he thought to himself, the memory of your heat flashing through his mind.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃⋆.𐙚 ̊

The door to the bedroom had barely clicked shut before the gentleness shifted into a desperate, focused need. Michael didn't waste time. He had you stripped and laid back against the pillows, your legs draped over his shoulders as he dove between them.

He wasn't all shy when it was just you two. He turned insatiable.

Michael buried his face in your folds, his tongue lashing out in wide, sloppy strokes. He was eating you out with a raw intensity, his mouth engulfing your clit and sucking it deep into his throat. The sound was wet and rhythmic—the loud, squelching noise of his tongue slapping against your drenched opening. He was drinking you in, his head moving in fast, frantic motions that sent jolts of electricity straight to your core.

You gasped, your fingers digging into the sheets as he worked. He was relentless, his tongue swirling around your nub before plunging deep inside you, pulling out with a loud pop and immediately diving back in. He was coating himself in you; thick, translucent pussy juice smeared across his lips and clung to the hairs of his growing mustache, glistening under the bedroom lights.

"Michael... oh god, Michael," you whimpered, your hips bucking uncontrollably.

He didn't stop. He leaned further in, his nose pressing into your skin, inhaling your scent as he continued to lap at you like a starving man. He was focused on the task, his tongue flicking faster and faster, creating a friction that was starting to cross the line from pleasure into an overwhelming intensity.

He paused for a split second, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His lips were swollen and dripping, a string of your juices connecting his chin to your thigh. He gave you a playful, hooded look, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"You know what they say, mama... her juice promotes hair growth," he murmured, a cheeky grin flashing before he dove back down.

The return to your clit was violent and sudden. He began to suck your nub with a vacuum-like force, his tongue vibrating against the most sensitive part of you. The hair of his ‘stache rubbing against your clit every so often. The sensation was too much. You were hovering on the edge of a peak that felt like it would shatter you, and the overstimulation began to turn into a sharp, buzzing ache.

"Stop! Michael, stop for a second!" you cried out, your voice strained.

You reached down, pressing your palms firmly against his forehead and pushing his head away from your crotch. He resisted at first, humming low in his throat, trying to push back through your hands to get another taste of you. He was addicted to the flavor, his mouth still twitching, craving the wetness.

You pushed harder, breathing heavily, your chest heaving as you tried to come down from the ledge. Michael finally relented, pulling back and sitting up on his heels. He looked up at you, completely wrecked, his face smeared with your essence, looking every bit the sweet, gentle man, except for the predatory hunger still lingering in his eyes.

[theonlyonlinefish]

Hey babes!! Currently gnawing on the bars to my enclosure thinking about him with the bottom of his shirt in his mouth behind reader trying to muffle himself 😭😂 can you help a sister out 🙏🏽 also I kind of want him to start off shy/a gentleman but then slowly start losing himself. Love you!!!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Your lips locked with one another’s as your tongues twirled in each other’s mouths. Each swirl slow and steady, eyes closed gently as you held Michael by his jaw—his hands roaming over you body before resting on your lower back

The night was rich as velvet and smooth as silk. Candles flickered atop the dresser, filling the room with the warm scent of vanilla and sandalwood, while Invincible played softly from the CD player, its melodies wrapping around the two of you like a familiar embrace

Your hands massaged Michael’s chest just before they slid underneath the cover—invading his underwear and stroking his dick, feeling his sweet moans in your mouth as you slowed down your pace

Slowly Michael pulled away from the kiss as it pained him to do so “We can’t mama” rubbing up and down your back

“Why not?” You whined

“Don’t get me wrong” he leaning in kissing you in between finishing his sentence “As sexy as you look tonight I would love to have you all for myself, every way that I’d like but we should wait”

You looked confused in between kissing him back, triggering him to further explain himself

“Your mother is directly down the hall from us we can’t do it right now”

You scoffed before lightly rolling your eyes “Baby she’s at the end of the hall she can’t hear us, plus “mama”needs you also”

Grabbing his fingers and rubbing them in between your folds giving him the opportunity to feel how wet you were, judging by the look on his face it was working—his dick jumped as he licked his lips rubbing his fingers around your fold

“How long has it been now?” He asked

“Too long—I need my alone time with you too” cupping his face as you sat on his lap and continuing the make out session from earlier. As you sucked on his tongue his arms wrapped around your waist before switching positions, placing himself on top of you now

“Get on the edge of the bed for me” kissing at the rim of your ear

Following his command, you positioned yourself exactly as you normally do. Stomach pressed into the corner of the mattress while your hands were locked behind your back

Michael got behind you running his hands over your butt while leaning in and breathing close to your ear “We can’t be loud sweetheart”

Just feeling his lips brushing against your skin was enough to make you shiver. This wasn’t typical behavior for the both of you to go so long without sex but the in laws have been in town

His hands brushed against your backside to raise your nightgown and expose you, pressing his hands underneath your hips to help perfectly arch your back and spread your legs apart—feeling his body weight against yours as he gently inserted himself inside of you “shit” he grunted between his teeth

You winced at the feeling of Michael finally being inside—doing your best to be quiet and adjust to his size, until he grabbed you by your hips and locking you in place

“You not running from me right?” He asked “Because you know how I hate when you do that”

Tightening the grip on your hips his strokes started off slow, allowing you to close your eyes and enjoy. Biting on your lip as you felt him taking you from behind

“I can’t believe you got me doing this” Michael groaned “but fuck you feel so good on me right now—I wish you could see yourself right now”

He loved all of it, the facial expressions, the moaning, the hard breathing, and the dramatic sound effects

“I missed you so much daddy” you whined

The both of you knocked out of your concentration hearing how loud you were. Causing Michael to shift his focus from watching his dick stroke inside of you to your face “What did I tell you hmm? We can’t be loud”

But you couldn’t care any less, you nodded your head frantically so Michael could continue to fuck you senseless “Just keep fucking me” you whispered

As much as Michael loved when you talked to him like this he hated it in this exact moment because he couldn’t talk to you the way he’d like nor react how he normally would, your words had enough impact to make him cum inside you right on the spot

To stop himself he shut his eyes and allowed head to fall back while he licked his lips trying to catch his breath “Fuuck” he exhaled

Michael was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realize how much noise the two of you were making. Each stroke left you breathless, and with every shift the bedframe scraped softly against the hardwood floor, the sound blending with the music playing quietly in the background

“Baby I’m so close” you cried out

Michael grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you in closer, feeling your walls being stretched open forcing him to cover his mouth—concealing whatever noise he could while you buried your head in the pillows

“Mmm—I need to cum inside you, please baby can I do it? I hate pulling out”

A smirk plastered across your face “Only if you keep fucking me like this” you gasped “stay right there you’re on my spot!”

Michael grabbed the bottom of his shirt and bit down on it trying to contain himself, but it was so hard to do such because he loved fucking you like this. He loved how thick you were from the waist down and the way your butt constantly moved in response to his strokes—and on top of that you were a running faucet at this point. If the moaning didn’t give it away the sounds of air escaping your pussy would do it

“Yes baby” you whispered as you scrunched your eyebrows up and felt your stomach tighten “oh my g—Michael I’m about to cum”

Michael’s desperate attempt to stay quiet was failing as he could feel his orgasm being reached, his moaning and whimpering “mmm” and “uh” sounds we’re slipping out left and right

Suddenly your creamy insides invaded Michael, your thighs began to shake against his body and your moaning was louder than ever. So much so that Michael had to press your face into the pillows as he started to relieve himself

The bottom of his shirt was drenched in his own saliva as he used it to keep quiet but at this point he couldn’t care anymore “Fuck! I love you so much baby” he repetitively told you how he loved you with each stroke until he was finally able to collect himself and pull out, watching his tip leak with his own cum and some of your mixed body fluids

You collapsed on the bed immediately, legs still shaking even though they had given out previously. Michael gently picked you up so you could face him—kneeling down he kissed at your jawline before reaching your lips “Was it too much?”

“No baby it was perfect” you blushed

As your eyes scanned over Michael you noticed he was still leaking from his tip, causing an idea to manifest “Can you do one more thing for me daddy?”

“Anything” he replied

“Stand up for me please”

Standing up straight his dick stared directly at you at full attention, Michael seemed confused by your actions watching what you had planned

“Baby what is th—oh my god” he whined

Your tongue connected to his shaft as you began kissing all over before running your tongue over all of his veins. Slowly bobbing your head continuously until all of the body fluids were gone, feeling his large hand hold you by the back of your head while the other one held onto the wall for support

Michael couldn’t believe it, it had been so long since he seen you act so impulsively but he loved every second of it. The two of you staring at each other as you continued to please your lover, watching your lips tightly conceal to his size and moaning loudly against the most sensitive parts of his dick—forcing his cum down your throat

Watching Michael’s body recoil over yours and the high pitched moaning he released was your favorite part. Taking his dick out so he could watch you swallow before sucking the remaining off his tip

By this point he was a blabbering mess, stuttering over his words and struggling to catch his breath, bringing a sweet smile to your face knowing you caused all of this

“I love you so much Michael” you coo’d

The following morning, your mother watched the two of you with quiet suspicion. For the past few days, she’d been the first one awake, tending to your seven-month-old daughter while you and Michael caught up on sleep. But this morning was different

You were already in the kitchen preparing an elaborate breakfast, humming to yourself, while Michael carried your daughter on his hip dancing with her around the living room as her giggles filled the house. The easy smiles, lingering glances, and unmistakable glow between the two of you made it painfully obvious that something had changed overnight.

Taglist: @michaeljacksonspyt @mikeysfavoritefish @mikeysfishfr @botdfaholic @j-nae @18lkpeters

A/N: This was sooo delicious! Love you anon 💋🙈

[softformj]

obsessed with this 😭

[softformj]

just saw this mj pic and it reminded me of cat got your tongue (to me reader is a black cat btw)

It's so perfect!!! When I was looking through pinterest for photos to use for the chapters, I saw this but because it's slightly after otw depending on his looks, I couldn't use it ;-; But maybe I'll just use it anyway, who cares if the graphics are accurate haha so so so cute!!!

[softformj]

would you do any more captain eo gifs or maybe some maestro fic?

Yes, I would! 🥰

If I receive a request with a good plot, I would love to write more for EO or Maestro. ❤️

[aangelfface]

the most insane side profile ever.

[moejacksonn]

sooo handsome .✦ ݁˖

[startingsomethin]

MICHAEL JACKSON

birthday message for Brooke Shields

[lady-in-your-life]

look at him just look at this angel

[softformj]

Here’s my idea:

Michael and the reader are lying in bed cuddling , talking and laughing while watching some cheesy movie . They’re dating. The reader tells Michael how she feels protected and loved every time she’s with him . He tells her that she deserves everything. Thank you in advance .

Hello! Finally got around to writing this request, thank you so much for sending it ❤️

I hope you like it, my love!

Read here: "my name is michael jackson. you stole my heart. prepare for kisses."

[softformj]

"my name is michael jackson. you stole my heart. prepare for kisses"

Michael Jackson x celebrity fem!Reader, 1991. established relationship. movie night. fluff. drabble. (tw: past abusive relationship)

the day runs long for both of you. yours is full of fittings for a red carpet event next week and phone calls, his is full of rehearsals and meetings that go two hours over, and neither of you wants to talk about it when you finally come home. you just take a shower and by ten you're both in the big bed with the lights low and the tape already in the machine. princess bride. one of his favorites. "you're gonna love this," he says. you know he’s tired, but there is still excitement in his voice. "i've seen it probably ten times." "ten times and you're still excited." "i'm serious, it’s so good." he is serious. twenty minutes in you understand that he doesn't just like this movie, he knows it, because his lips keep moving along with the lines. you have a feeling he lied about having watched it only ten times. he speaks the lines without noticing, mouthing the words along with the actors, and when the swordfight towards the end comes on, he sits up against the pillows like something important is happening. "watch this part. watch." you watch him more than the screen. when the spaniard finally gets his revenge speech, michael says it with him, whispering, "my name is inigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die," and he tries so hard to look fierce while saying it, but all it does is make him look more adorable. then he turns to you and points his finger at your ribs like a sword. "my name is michael jackson. you stole my heart. prepare for kisses." you make a face. "that's so stupid." "prepare," he says, and pokes you again and again, and you're laughing too hard to fight him off properly. you laugh until your stomach hurts, until he gives up on the sword and just kisses your cheek and settles back down with your head on his chest.

the movie goes on. at some point toward the end he reaches across you, going for the water glass on your side, his arm in the air right past your face. nothing in you moves. you realize what just happened. a year ago your shoulders would have come up on their own. the man before michael made sure of that. all that time watching his hands, learning what a raised arm could turn into, and your body kept the lesson long after you left him. now, michael's arm crosses your face and you don’t even flinch. he gets his water. you lie there with that realization. your hand finds his under the blanket and squeezes. "i feel safe with you," you say. you say it to the tv because it's easier. "loved. all the time. i didn't know it could feel this peaceful. this easy. with you, it does." the room goes quiet even though the movie is still running. you feel your face go hot and pull the blanket up like that will help. "forget it. watch your swordfights." "no, no, no." he shifts so he can see you. "say it again." "no." "one more time, please?" "i can’t." he doesn't push. he shifts down so his face is level with yours, and his hand comes up to your cheek, and when he speaks his voice is softer than ever. that’s how you know he means what he’s about to say.

"you deserve everything. you know that? everything good there is. i want to be the one who gives it to you." you don't have an answer for that. he doesn't seem to need one. he kisses your hairline and pulls you back into his chest, and on screen the last of the movie keeps going, and after a minute his lips start moving with the lines again. by the time the credits roll you're more asleep than awake. "hey. did you like it?" "mm. loved it." "you missed the ending." "i saw enough." he laughs quietly, and then the kisses start. your forehead first, then your temple, your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose, your other cheek, a whole rain of small kisses all over your face, until you're smiling with your eyes closed and swatting at him with no strength at all. "baby." "almost done." two more. your jaw, and finally, your lips. "okay. done." he pulls the blanket up over your shoulder and tucks it under your chin just the way you like, and you feel the bed shift and hear the tv turn off. and then he's behind you, his arm coming around your waist, his knees finding the backs of yours, his mouth at your ear. "i love you," he says into your hair, so soft you almost can’t hear it. "so much." "love you more," you mumble, already fading. "not possible." you feel him smile against the back of your neck, and he presses one last kiss there and pulls you in closer. "goodnight."

you squeeze the arm around your waist because it's all you have left in you, and he squeezes back. he's still holding you when you fall asleep, and he's still holding you in the morning.

Hope you liked it! I don't care if the title is too long and ridiculous, I absolutely love it and won't change it ❤️

[softformj]

My requests are open ❤️

I'm trying to get back to some requests tonight, hopefully I'll write one or two that are drabble-length 🥰

[softformj]

unfortunately i'm exactly the target audience for these photos because there's no way he didn't know what he was doing

[cermoore]

the sexiest thing a man could ever do omfg we need more fics of this era im telling you