#bad era

[visualsbyaina]

Michael Jackson ANOTHER PART OF ME (1988)

[lady-in-your-life]

[michaelsfavgirl]

michael jackson nsfw headcanons

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Tags: smut, dom!michael, sub!reader, freaky!mike(in other news, grass is green), big dick!mike, creampies, size kink, light exhibitionism, praise kink, spit kink, nipple play, temperature play, pussy eating, blowjobs, possessiveness, hes a gentleman at heart though, etc.

Word Count: 1.1k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: Posting this quickly after the last one as an apology for being gone for months.

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✎ᝰ! A pleasure dom through and through. Sex is always about you. Your pleasure comes first, second, and third. He makes sure you cum countless times before he even thinks about his own release. 

✎ᝰ! Absolutely loathes doggy style. It feels too impersonal and unromantic to him; he can’t see your pretty face, can’t kiss your lips, or bury his face in the crook of your neck to suck fresh love marks into your skin. The lack of eye contact actually frustrates him.

✎ᝰ! Makes the filthiest sounds known to mankind. He’s not obnoxiously loud, but he whimpers and groans right against your ear, voice breaking as he tells you no one else has ever made him feel this good, no one else ever could.

✎ᝰ! Does all the “work.” Your only job is to lay there and look pretty for him, taking everything he gives you. Your passivity turns him on beyond belief. He’s forbidden you from riding him or sucking him off because that’s too much effort for his precious girl. You’re meant to be worshipped, not to labor.

✎ᝰ! Michael is high key a freak and not ashamed of it in the slightest.

✎ᝰ! Definitely has a foot fetish, you cannot prove me wrong. He tries to be so discreet about it, but the way he unconsciously focuses on the way your toes curl when he’s deep inside you gives him away each time.

✎ᝰ! He is absolutely infatuated with the way you taste. He could, without exaggeration, spend hours between your warm thighs just making you finish over and over with no breaks in between. He gets easily drunk on your flavour and the sounds you make, his eyes crossing and fluttering from keeping himself on edge while his jaw aches but doesn't dare stop.

✎ᝰ! He rarely subs. The closest it gets is when he’s exhausted but still desperate to take care of you. In those moments he’ll lie back and let you ride him, using his cock like your personal toy while he watches you with hazy, adoring eyes. 

✎ᝰ! He is hung, honey. Seven inches when soft, a thick nine when fully erect. Uncut, girthy, and veiny — the kind of cock that makes your mouth water and think the gods may have you as their favorite.

✎ᝰ! Shamelessly whimpers on the phone with you while slowly stroking his leaking cock when he’s on tour. He needs you to hear exactly what you do to him, even from hundreds of miles away.

✎ᝰ! Loves when it gets messy. He goes feral at the sight of a creamy white ring of your arousal frothing around the base of his thick cock, dripping down his heavy balls with each deep slide.

✎ᝰ! Michael is very handsy. He’s constantly groping and squeezing your soft skin, especially your hips, waist, and love handles, like he can’t you’re real.

✎ᝰ! Is obsessed with the fact that your hand can't fully encircle his cock. Strokes his ego just right.

✎ᝰ! He’s very possessive. The idea of a threesome makes him physically gag, yet he can’t stop fantasizing about having both of your holes filled at the same time. What a delicious dilemma he’s trapped himself in.

✎ᝰ! Steals your panties constantly and uses them when you’re not home. He’ll either wrap the silky fabric around his throbbing cock while he strokes himself or press them to his face, inhaling your scent as he fists his weeping length.

✎ᝰ! On the rare occasions he lets you suck his cock, he always has you lying comfortably on the bed while he stands at the edge. He refuses to let your knees touch the hard floor, that’s too degrading for his sweet girl.

✎ᝰ! Ass eater.

✎ᝰ! Whenever he takes you against a wall from behind, he always puts his hand against the surface so you can rest your cheek on it instead of the cold, hard wall, protecting you even while he’s pounding into you.

✎ᝰ! Extremely attentive to your cycles. Knows exactly when you’re ovulating and becomes even more insatiable, fucking you slower and deeper like he’s trying to make it take.

✎ᝰ! Surprisingly into temperature play. Will run an ice cube down your body before following the cold trail with his hot tongue, especially around your nipples and clit. The contrast makes you arch and shiver so prettily for him.

✎ᝰ! Keeps the lights on or at least dim. He needs to see everything.

✎ᝰ! Gets stupidly turned on when you’re shy in public but filthy for him in private. The contrast makes him want to ruin you the second the door closes.

✎ᝰ! Has an odd yet intense fixation on your pulse points. He’ll spend long minutes sucking and licking at your throat and wrists just to feel your heartbeat fluttering against his tongue.

✎ᝰ! Gets painfully hard just from watching you get dressed in the morning. The way you hook your bra, slide panties up your thighs, or bend over to grab something makes him groan low in his throat. Sometimes he can’t resist pulling you back into bed before you even finish.

✎ᝰ! Obsessed with your nipples. Spends ages teasing them with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth until they’re swollen and sensitive, gently biting just to hear that sharp little gasp you make. 

✎ᝰ! Adores when you wear nothing but jewelry in bed, especially the ones he bought you. The way they sparkle and jingle against your skin while he drives into you is pure art to him.

List of some of his kinks/fetishes:

✎ᝰ! Creampies: He loves filling you up to the absolute brim with his thick, sticky seed. The feeling of his tip kissing pressing against your cervix while he paints the tight sensitive ring white drives him wild. He cums so much that it always leaks out of your spent pussy no matter how deep he buries it.

✎ᝰ! Size kink (not about body size): he is obsessed with the whole “oh, no it's not gonna fit” thing. He loves the slow, careful process of stretching you open on his fingers first, turning you into a leaky, nonverbal mess long before he finally pushes the fat tip of his length inside you. Nothing gets him harder than watching you struggle to take all of him, reduced to a dumb little thing as he fucks you like you were made for him.

✎ᝰ! Light exhibitionism: Loves filming and taking photos of you two while making love, capturing every detail. He secretly fantasizes about someone finding them and seeing exactly how well he can ruin you.

✎ᝰ! Praise kink: Mostly centered on you. He’s always whispering praise about how well you’re taking him, how gorgeous you look all spread open and dripping for him, how perfectly you squeeze around him.

✎ᝰ! Spit kink: He enjoys both giving and receiving. He loves catching you off guard in non-sexual moments. Pulling you into a dim corner of a museum and telling you to be a good girl and open your mouth for him just to watch you blush. On extremely rare submissive nights, he’ll beg so prettily for you to spit in his mouth.

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Michael Jackson arriving in Japan for the Bad tour 1987

[sequinedrhinestones]

MICHAEL JACKSON // Bad 25, directed by Spike Lee (08/∞)

[an7body]

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ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, '85

| MICHAEL JACKSON |

[carmaloves]

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂

Michael Jackson x Reader

Synopsis: Michael loves to call reader while he's away on tour and spill the tea on all the drama backstage Content: Michael swearing, drama queen, established relationship Era: Any W.C. .8 k

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Michael calls you all the time when he's on tour. All. The. Time. Not that you have any issue with it of course. But it does occasionally wake you up from a deep sleep just to tell you what's going on between two of his back up dancers. Despite this, you live for the drama and always end up getting way too invested.

2:30 AM and the phone by your bed rang loudly. You groaned and rolled over, holding it to your ear.

"Michael, this better be good, it's so late here." Your voice slurs together from exhaustion.

"I know I know! I'm sorry... but I got more information about Becky, Trina, and Laurence." His voice brimmed with excitement.

You sat up immediately, switching on your lamp.

"Oh shit, no way! Okay okay, what happened?" You held the phone close, not wanting to miss anything.

"Alright, remember how I told you Becky missed rehearsal bout a week before tour started?"

"Mhm, which is crazy, she never misses rehearsal."

"Right! And I asked Laurence, cause they're good friends. Well apparently they were more than good friends. They've been fuckin secretly for a whole year!" He whisper shouted into the receiver.

You gasped, "No way no way! That's not possible, cause he and Trina are together, right?"

"Oh yeah, they've been goin out for 3 years. And get this, are you ready?"

"I dunno! Wait, yes tell me!"

"Becks and Trina are pretty good friends right. Well apparently before Trina got with Laurence she and Becky were a thing. Like a hot thing supposedly."

You gasped loudly, "Wait, noooo! Not the lesbians splitting up."

"That's the thing, Trina got with Laurence after telling Becky she didn't like men. So Becks was pissed and went and messed around with Laurence to get back at Trina."

"Wait, now I'm confused. So are neither of them lesbians?" You rubbed your head.

"No, Trina's not a lesbian, she lied about that. But Becks is a lesbian and is just fucking Laurence to get back at Trina. Keep up, baby."

"I'm trying! I just woke up, you ass." You frowned slightly.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'll let you go back to sleep."

"Uh no. Finish the damn story, mama wants more movie."

He laughed loudly, "I love you, sweet girl."

You smiled, "I love you too, now back to it, angel face."

"Right, okay. So flash forward to Becky missing rehearsal, apparently it's cause Trina found out and went over to Becks place and they got in a huge fight, but then ended up sleeping together."

"So the lesbians prevail?!"

"Kinda? Not really though, because Trina says it was a mistake and goes back to Laurence, which is why Becks didn't show up."

"Oh poor Becky."

"I know. Anyway, so flash forward to now. We were running a number before the concert started and both Becky and Trina were nowhere to be found, we had to call in their swings last second. The whole time I'm standing there thinking, they're definitely goin at it right now. And I'm also watchin Laurence, and he's pissed. He looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel, the vein in his head was soooo big."

"Oh I bet. Okay, so now are the girls together?"

"Mhm, and get this. This is gonna blow your mind. Laurence quit. Like on the spot."

"Oh shit, wait that's not good, what are you guys gonna do?"

"Well, his swing is gonna move into his spot permanently. Honestly, I'm thrilled. Laurence always got on my last nerve. He has an obnoxious laugh. It's like a hyena." He mimics the laugh over the phone.

You grimace, "Oh, that's grating. I think my ears are bleedin."

"Mhm, now imagine that anytime he makes a joke that only he finds funny. So I'm happy. The lesbians are back together, and we got rid of a lazy hyena."

You laugh, "Well, sounds like productive drama for once."

He laughs with you, "Yeah. Well, I'll let my sleeping beauty get her rest. I just needed to tell you about the update."

"Thank you, baby. I appreciate it. I'll talk to you tomorrow, kay?"

"Alright, I love you." He kisses the phone.

"I love you too, get some sleep." You kiss the phone back and gently place the phone down. You laugh to yourself, he's so theatrical, but you love it.

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[am3sss]

▷ my little reporter - part 1 of 2

bad era!michael jackson x journalist!reader

summary: michael jackson has a surprisingly good time being interviewed, maybe it has something to do with the cute interviewer wink wink 1/2

a/n: thanks for all the love on my other ff!! hope you enjoy this one, i’m feeding a large family here… xxx

part 2

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The burgundy Mercedes crawled down the busy streets of Los Angeles, the traffic particularly bad at this time of day. Michael was on the way to another interview, marking this as the tenth interview this week alone. His head tipped back against the leather seats as he watched people pass by the heavily tinted car window, unaware that the biggest global pop star was watching them as they went about their day.

The cars thankfully began to move, allowing his car to finally round the corner towards the studio. A large brick building with large windows scattered around the top floors, an old, paint chipped gate opening up as the security gave his name.

As the car pulled to a stop, Bill, in the drivers seat turned around to face Michael briefly,

"You ready, Mike?"

Nodding faintly with a heavy sigh, the security crossed to his side of the car, pulling the door open and guiding him quickly into the building in order to avoid the screaming from outsiders and most importantly, to avoid the nosy tabloids.

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Michael stepped out of the elevator, a bodyguard on both sides of him. He looked around, quickly realising that this wasn't the usual interview set up. No bright white studio lights or white backdrop, just the warm sunlight streaming through the floor to ceiling windows onto two green armchairs, a dark oak coffee table in the middle, creating a cozy ambience.

"Mr Michael Jackson! How lovely to meet you", an older man walked steadily towards him, a large friendly smile on his face.

He held his hand out to shake Michael's. He stared briefly in surprise before sliding his hand into the embrace, a firm shake before the older gentleman patted the top of his hand.

"It's lovely to meet you too, Mr..." he trailed off, realising he never got his name.

"Ah, how silly of me! I'm Bobby Stuart, manager of Miss Y/N. She asked me to pass on her apologies as she has been held back by a job that was supposed to be done much earlier than it was... but anyway! shes on her way now, not to fret!" he gushed quickly, before releasing his hand from his grip.

"It's okay, Mr Stuart. Erm, would you like me to go and sit down, ready for the interview?" Michael giggled nervously, his hands rubbing together with nerves.

He wasn't going to admit it, but he was actually in a way relieved that she was running late. This meant that he had more time to mentally prepare for the draining questions they would ask. Maybe they'd ask about his private life, or if he's dating anyone, or if the absurd and sickening things they say in the tabloids are true.

As he sat on the velvet chair, the sunlight warmed his hands and his legs under his black trousers. Michael watched his manager, Frank DiLeo, run around the studio, quickly going over the contract and any concerns he had about the interview. The light chime of the elevator rang through the floor, followed by the rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the floor.

"Sorry I'm late! Gosh, the traffic usually isn't too busy at this time." you said exasperated.

The black Chanel bag you were carrying dropped on the table, the clank of the chain hitting the wood catching peoples attention through their chatter, before turning and walking towards your manager.

"Hi Mr Stuart, sorry for my tardiness." you whispered sheepishly, taking your notes from him before turning to Frank.

"It's... Mr DiLeo, isn't it" you said before sticking your perfectly manicured hand out for a handshake.

"It is, lovely to meet you", he said with a growing smirk, before lifting your hand to his lips, placing a big smooch on your knuckles.

A look of surprise crossed your face before you smiled slightly, turning on your heel towards Michael whilst wiping the back of your hand on your black pinstripe suit pants. A large smile growing along your face as you made eye contact with him, nearing closer.

"Hi Mr Jackson, I'm Y/N, the person interviewing you today, obviously" you giggled.

"H-Hi", heat beginning to crawl up his neck, "It's nice to meet you".

He ignored the hand you had stuck out towards him, standing up and wrapping you in a quick embrace, not only shocking you but also shocking himself at his sudden forwardness.

You parted from him, quickly moving backwards, sitting yourself onto the chair. Fixing your hair and grabbing the lipgloss the stylist had passed to you, reapplying the shimmer onto your lips.

"Would you like anything, Michael? Like water, tea, coffee, juice?"

His thoughts stopped, his name from your mouth, wow. He'd decided that you were the best person at saying his name.

"Erm, do you have any orange juice? If not, water is fine! Really I'm not fussy" he rubbed the back of his neck before moving his hand to the front of his face, parting the dark curls to the side of his face more.

A glass of orange juice was placed on the dark oak table in front of him by an assistant, all of the staff began to move quickly to their places. A man with a headset picking up the large boom microphone to hold above their heads, and the man behind the large camera tilted it to get both of them in the shot.

"Before we start filming, I just want to remind you that if theres anything you don't want to include, we can always cut it out, just let me know, okay?" You whispered with a small smile, as he nodded with a grateful look.

"Quiet on set! Five, four, three, two, one, and rolling!"

The questions began.

"So, Michael, obviously you have just released your Bad album, congratulations by the way," you said.

"Thank you" he giggled out.

"When people listen to Bad, they often hear a different kind of energy from your earlier work. What was shifting for you internally while you were making it?" you asked, seeming genuinely curious in his answer, as you clicked your pen to write quick notes of his answers.

His eyebrows shot up in shock for a quick second. This wasn't the question he was expecting. No latest rumour, no private life. Just pure and innocent curiosity about his music. He quickly cleared his throat.

"Music is always a reflection of whats happening within. With Bad, I think I was discovering a different kind of confidence within myself and my music... a different kind of voice. It wasn't about leaving anything behind. It was more about stepping into something new and breaking barriers that had never been tested" he answered truthfully.

It felt nice to be asked about his music and his reasoning behind certain aspects of his discography. Your eyes lit up at his response, your pen freezing on the paper.

"What a beautiful answer, Michael" you said in absolute awe. Michael stared wide eyed at you, hidden behind his dark aviators but still slightly visible, his teeth beginning to show in a shy grin.

"Okay, next question" you began.

"When you think about everything you've created so far... what do you hope people feel when they listen to your music?" you questioned softly, watching him shift slightly in his seat.

He paused for a moment, as if choosing the right words to express his feelings.

"I hope they feel understood" he said softly. "I hope it makes them feel something honest... something real. Even if it's just for a moment.

That's all I want from it. For someone, somewhere, to feel less alone when they hear it. To feel as though they can get up and dance to lift their moods" he almost teared up but pulled himself together just as quickly.

In the studio, people turned towards each other, sharing looks of disbelief. Had Michael ever sounded this connected with an interviewer and their questions?

"Wonderful. I'm sure your fans feel exactly the way you describe it, as I'm sure you know, they absolutely adore you and every piece of music you create and release", your pink, glittery lips pulling into a soft, melancholic smile as you reassured Michael of his feelings.

And so the questions continued on just like that. With meaningful and deep answers returned to curious questions.

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"Thats a wrap, everybody!" you gleefully exclaimed.

A loud round of applause echoed throughout the room, the sunlight turned to a light copper shade as the daylight passed into a beautiful painting of pink and orange.

"Thank you so much for having me everybody, and Miss Y/N, I really appreciated your questions. Thank you" he leaned closer in an intimate moment of pure thankfulness.

"It was absolutely my pleasure, Michael. I hope you enjoyed your experience here today" you smiled and bowed your head down in shyness.

Michael stood up, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, before embracing you quickly. Your own arms sliding comfortably around his waist and interlocking around his slender frame.

He took a step back, looking down at you. "Goodbye, I hope you interview me again" he giggled before walking past her.

He said goodbye to all of the crew he walked past on his way to the elevator before stepping in alongside Bill, and his manager Frank.

"You know Bill, I really like her" he admitted once the elevator doors slid shut.

Bill smirked knowingly at him. Oh young love.

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PART 2 COMING, PART 2 COMING, PART 2 PART 2 PART 2 COMING. sorry guys it wasn't meant to have two parts but i got carried away lol, oops!