#michael jackson masterlist

[a-motherfcking-fish]

jolly ass mf 😭😭😭 he was so excited to be levitated

[pinkaronii]

¡SKIRT OFF FUCK IN THE BACKSEAT!

ᯓmichael jackson x bratty!plussize!reader ➤

synopsis : michael has had enough of his spoiled princess.

cw : mature!micheal, fingering (r receiving), “daddy” being used once, brat taming, p in v nooooo protection lol creampie ?

you were spoiled rotten by michael. whenever things didn't go your way, all it took was a drawn-out "mikey" and a pout, & you got exactly what you wanted. of course a bratty attitude came with it. as long as everything worked out in your favor, you were perfectly content.

the moment the store clerk told you they didn't have whatever skirt you wanted in your size, your mood soured. what started as a complaint quickly turned into a full-blown scene, gaining irritated glances from nearby shoppers. michael stood there for a moment, jaw clenched, clearly reaching the end of his patience.

he had indulged your behavior countless times before, but today was different.

before it could get possibly any worse, he grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the store, muttering apologies over his shoulder to the employee. his grip was firm enough to make you wince, and it wouldn't have been surprising if it left a bruise later. for once, no amount of whining or pleading seemed capable of changing his mind.

the car ride was silent and tense. michael's knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his jaw still clenched as he navigated toward the parking garage. you sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, still fuming about the skirt, he pulled into a hidden corner and killed the engine.

"get in the back," he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge that made your stomach flip.

you hesitated for only a moment before obeying, climbing into the back seat. michael followed, closing the door behind him with a soft but deliberate click. the space suddenly felt impossibly small.

"do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?" he asked, his voice low and controlled. "throwing a tantrum like a child in front of all those people?"

"i just wanted—" you started, but he cut you off.

"i don't care what you wanted. you're a slut, you know that? a bratty little slut who thinks the world revolves around her." his words were a harsh, but you couldn’t help but to almost drool at them. "i'm tired of this attitude. tired of indulging every whim, every pout, every little demand."

he reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. his hands stopped at your skirt— some materialistic thing you'd been so desperate for.

"you wanted it so badly?" he murmured, his hands now gripping your waist.

"then you're going to keep it on while i remind you your place."

his hands slid beneath the fabric of the skirt, fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your thighs with deliberate slowness. the air felt cool against your exposed skin, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you.

his fingers traced along your inner thigh, the rough pads of his fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake. you could feel yourself already slick with arousal, your body betraying how much his dominance affected you. when his fingers finally brushed against your folds, you gasped at the contact, your hips jerking involuntarily toward his hand.

he explored you slowly, maddeningly, his fingers sliding through your wetness with a deliberate pressure that made your thighs tremble. one finger circled your clit with just enough friction to make you ache for more, while his other hand gripped your hip firmly, holding you in place. you tried to shift closer, to increase the pressure, but his grip tightened in warning.

"answer me," he said, his voice low.

"yes," you breathed, the admission tumbling out before you could stop it.

without warning, he pushed two fingers inside you. the sudden fullness made you cry out, your back arching off the leather seat. he didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a rhythm that had your inner walls clenching around the intrusion. his thumb found your clit, circling with maddening precision as his fingers pumped in and out, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the confined space.

the skirt bunched around your waist as you writhed beneath his touch. his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made white spots dance across your vision. the dual sensation of his fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit built a pressure low in your belly that threatened to overwhelm you. your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into fabric as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. you heard the sound of his belt buckle, the rustle of fabric, and then he was positioning himself between your thighs. his pink tip pressed against your entrance, hot and hard, the blunt pressure making you whimper.

you whimpered, beyond words. "i need you. i'm sorry—"

he thrust into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. the stretch was intense, almost too much, your body struggling to accommodate his size. you cried out at the sensation, at the feeling of being so utterly full, so completely claimed. he didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had you gripping the leather seats for support.

each thrust drove him deeper, the angle hitting spots inside you that made coherent thought impossible. his fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise, using the grip to pull you onto him with each stroke. the friction was overwhelming— the drag of his cock against your inner walls, the pressure against that sensitive spot deep inside, the way your clit rubbed against him with every movement.

your body responded instinctively, hips rising to meet his thrusts, inner muscles clenching around him. sweat beaded on your skin despite the cool air, your breath coming in short gasps. the leather beneath you was slick with perspiration, squeaking with each movement. the car rocked with the force of his thrusts, the windows beginning to fog.

his hand slid up to wrap around your throat. not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his control. the pressure made you hyperaware of every sensation, the fullness of him inside you, the friction with each thrust, the building pressure in your core. tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at your eyes as he brought you right to the edge and held you there.

you sobbed, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. " daddy! i can't—it's too much—"

his thumb found your clit again, circling with just enough pressure to make you see stars. your walls clenched around him involuntarily, your entire body wound tight as a bowstring. every nerve ending felt electrified, every touch magnified tenfold.

he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. "come for me. now."

the orgasm crashed over you in waves, your body convulsing around him as you cried out. your inner walls spasmed, clenching rhythmically around his cock as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain radiated through every nerve. your back arched, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of sensation washed over you.

he followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside you with a groan. you felt him pulse, felt the warmth of his release flooding you, milking every last drop as he shuddered above you.

for a long moment, neither of you moved, both breathing hard in the confined space of the back seat. the skirt was still bunched around your waist.

slowly, he pulled out and helped you adjust the skirt back down, his touch gentler now. his expression had shifted from stern to something softer, more tender.

afterward, you lay tangled together in the cramped back seat, your breathing gradually evening out. michael's hand traced gentle circles on your bare shoulder, a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. he pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sorry," you whispered, your voice small and sincere. "i was being awful. i didn't mean to embarrass you like that."

"i know princess" he said softly, his fingers threading through your hair. "but you needed to learn. you needed to remember that there are consequences when you act like that."

you nodded against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, wrapped up in his arms.

"i love you," you murmured.

"i love you too," he replied, holding you closer. his thumb brushed gently across your collarbone, a soft, reassuring touch that grounded you both. "but next time, remember this moment before you throw a fit, yeah?"

you smiled softly against his skin, already knowing you would.

© pinkaronii 𑣲⋆

[mikajensen58]

˗ˏˋ my masterlist ˎˊ˗

as of ⌯—⌲ 𖧧 ꒰ 08/10/2026 ꒱ ⸝⸝

.ᐟ disclaimer: i only write for michael jackson. i do not write: hard kinks (cnc, ageplay, noncon, etc), gender bent michael, or change his sexuality. i aim to portray him as canon as possible. my fics are all self-inserts & the reader is black-coded (though it is not explicitly stated). mdni, mdnf

╰┈➤ requests: 𐔌closed! 𐦯

ⓘ this is a side blog of nbeesims.

↳ i am an ‘03 liner, i’ve been a limit mj soldier for a decade now but have known abt him since ‘09, & i am an african american diva full of whimsy from the south. :-)

𖤘 label guide: ৻ꪆ smut , ˙ᵕ˙ fluff , ᴖ̈ angst , ♡ ̆̈ suggestive

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one shots:

elderly fish ♡ ̆̈ history.ᐟera

the trick ˙ᵕ˙ ᴖ̈ otw.ᐟera

relax your mind ♡ ̆̈ otw.ᐟera

why should i feel bad ᴖ̈ ৻ꪆ bad.ᐟera

pose for me ♡ ̆̈ dangerous.ᐟera

lay back and groove ৻ꪆ otw.ᐟera

cow belles ˙ᵕ˙ thriller.ᐟera (farmer au)

cooking michael go! ˙ᵕ˙ mature.ᐟera

every which way but loose ৻ꪆ dangerous.ᐟera

just the way you are ˙ᵕ˙ thriller.ᐟera

the challenge ˙ᵕ˙ ᴖ̈ otw.ᐟera

you realistically meet michael ˙ᵕ˙ dangerous.ᐟera

she chose me! ˙ᵕ˙ otw.ᐟera

in another life ˙ᵕ˙ ᴖ̈ multi.ᐟeras

watch yourself ৻ꪆ history.ᐟera

my baby love ˙ᵕ˙ otw.ᐟera

he swan , you swan ! ˙ᵕ˙ history.ᐟera

carousel ᴖ̈ thriller.ᐟera

you were there. ᴖ̈ mature.ᐟera

strawberries ˙ᵕ˙ bad.ᐟera

i’m all you need. ˙ᵕ˙ bad.ᐟera

my husband is a hoarder! ˙ᵕ˙ history.ᐟera

messin’ around ˙ᵕ˙ thriller.ᐟera

series:

you’ve got a friend in me 1, 2 ৻ꪆ thriller.ᐟera

a friend to call my own 1, 2 , 3 ৻ꪆ ˙ᵕ˙ ᴖ̈ thriller.ᐟera

imagines:

slightly toxic situationship ♡ ̆̈ thrad.ᐟera

bad.ᐟmichael pulling you closer by your belt ♡ ̆̈

how i imagine bestie.ᐟmichael to be ˙ᵕ˙

drabbles:

༄｡° nothing yet…

𐃯 dividers cred: aesverse (ruffle) , candvcane (polka dots), framed mj pic made by yours truly <3 except polka dot frame.

⚠︎ everything written is a complete work of fiction and is my own original work. do not reupload, edit, or claim my work as your own.

[capevans3000]

Michael Jackson's Masterlist

Hello lovelies, sharing all the MJ x Reader fics I have written all in one place over here. They are all SFW (unless stated otherwise). Please leave some love if you enjoyed any of them :)

Dance with me MJ x Reader (Fluff) - Reader is a dancer in the BOTDF set

Confession - Mature!Michael x Reader (Angst) - Reader confesses her love to Michael

Date Night with Michael - MatureEra!Michael x Reader (Fluff) - Reader and Michael's date night

Hugs! - DangerousEra!Michael Jackson x Reader (Slight angst if you squint, mostly fluff) - How Michael hugs reader

Who’s prettier? - Michael Jackson x Reader (Fluff) - Reader drunk talking with Michael

Insecurity - DangerousEra!Michael x Reader (Angst) - CW: Diana Ross

Love of his life - Michael Jackson x Reader (Fluff) - Michael's home videos of reader

Wearing/stealing Michael Jackson’s clothes be like

Jealous Michael - Thriller!Michael x Reader (Fluff) - Michael gets jealous!

More than Friends? Thrad!Michael x Reader (Angst turn fluff) - Are reader and Michael more than friends?

Night Walk with HIStory!Michael x Reader (Fluff) - Taking a night walk with Michael

Friend or Boyfriend? - OTW!Michael x Reader (Fluff) - Based on a Tik-Tok trend

Loving a ghost - Invincible!Michael x Reader (Angst) - Defending your relationship against the media is not enough, especially when the threat comes from within

Not so Subtle - Dangerous!Michael x Reader (Fluff) - You and Michael have been secretly dating for a year and it is time to announce a big news to the family

Sweet Kisses - HIStory! Michael x Reader (Fluff) - Michael steals a kiss

Mature!Husband! Michael x Reader (Fluff blurb)

Unexpected News - Dangerous!Husband!Michael x Wife!Reader (fluff) - Michael and you find out an unexpected but happy news

Boyfriend!Thriller!Michael x Reader Headcanon (fluff)

Imagine conversations with Michael - (Fluff) #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5 | #6 | #7

[0-n-1-x]

imagine setting down for the night, the apartment warm and cozy. all the big lights turned off so the only light in the while house comes from your bedroom. the scent mixes with your freshly applied lotion, filling your lungs with familiar comfort. when you finally sit in bed, the stress of work immediately leaves you. you reach over to the nightstand and move the needle on to the track. the low tunes of angel by aretha franklin filled the room, finally letting you nestle into your pillows and flip through a magazine.

inside of which, an interview spread of michael takes the left page. it warms your heart seeing his smile. inbetween your work schedule and return to his demanding life post accident, you hadnt seen him in almost three weeks. your schedules got so misaligned you hadn’t even called in a week and a half. as you read his responses, some about his new album to release and some about the normal romance, you read the headliner question about his injury. this led to a few more medical and cosmetic questions. you knew michael struggled with his appearance, despite how much love you gave him it seemed like speaking to a void. the last time you talked you could hear the stress seep through him, he always asked about your day despite it. you of course comply, knowing just hearing your voice calms him.

how you wish you were sharing such a nice night with him.

You had half a mind to do so, even pausing the record half way through. you grabbed the phone and began to input his number before the sound of of a car pulling up to the front of the complex, at a speed definitely not legal, came and went with a screeching halt. dropping the phone, you got out of bed to peek through the window. you saw a man, rushing out of the car and into the building. his head was down and covered by the deep night, so you were unable to identify if it was any of your neighbors.

you rushed to the front door, making sure the chain lock was in. you were on the top floor, and down the hall from the elevator. so you were relatively safe, but the safety lectures you and michael got from bill suddenly felt extremely useful. you went around the corner to the kitchen, and put on a pot of water. deciding to not let this ruin your relaxing night and that a few cups of tea would ease the rest of the tension. as soon as the kettle began to heat a sharp knock came on the door, and you stilled. grabbing the nearest thing to the door — the fire extinguisher, that was mostly dust at this point — you walked over and check the peep hole.

it was michael, dressed in pajama pants and a hoodie, shaking and hugging himself as he waited. the makeshift weapons was long forgotten as you rushed to open the locks and the door. when you did, it was hard to not take in his disheveled appearance. and michael put a lot if care into his looks, more than an healthy amount, so seeing him in such a state clearly told you he rushed over.

“maple? my love come in what wrong?” you ushered him in, also worried about him being seen by your neighbors. “im sorry, i-i didnt mean to come over without asking, truly, i just needed to see you”. he was shaking both literally and figuratively, he fidgeted with his fingers as he spoke. “maple..” you said once, then twice to no avail. “im sorry for not asking you, i know you’ve b-been busy and-“ “maple” you said, forcing his hands to hold your own. at this the shaking subsided, and his head turned up a bit. his eyes didn’t meet your own and chose to look at where you met instead. silence held the room, the only noise was him shifting his weight on the floorboards.

you pulled him into a a tight embrace, his arms latching around your middle immediately. how you wish you could squeeze out all that troubled him, and wring out all of his worries. his head ducked into your neck. michael never liked crying, not infront of you especially. but you could feel him fighting it as you hugged. after a moment you took him over to the nearby kitchen and he followed behind. resting against the fridge next to you as you grabbed to two mugs. you placed tea bags in both, one of your favorites that michael enjoyed too. making sure to put extra honey in his before putting the water in. the steam flew up and kissed your cheeks, and the aromatic liquid began to form. you turned and handed michael his mug, when the tea hit his tongue as he took sip he sighed. the added sweetness reminded him of when he was a kid, and made his own tea at nighttime to aid his sleep.

“can we lay down?” he asked, so quietly that if you weren’t watching him so intensely you would missed it. after another sip of your own you spoke

“yeah maple, come”, you took his hand and walked to your bedroom.

when you both entered michael shut the door behind him and you got into bed first, placing your cup on the nightstand and your neck propped slightly up onto the pillow. michael did the same but opted to lay on your chest, your full body now encase either side of his frame as his arms latched around you once more. you, ofcourse, quickly cuddled him back. caressing his head softly as to not irritate his healing burn. you turned your head to place a long kiss to his hairline, and when you pulled back his bambi eyes locked onto yours. they were so full of love and sadness it hurt to watch, but you didn’t pull away. “want to talk about it?” you asked as you ran your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“yes but, in the morning please.” he murmured, and who were you to deny him of anything in this state. you hummed and kissed his forehead again, though it was less of a kiss and more of you resting your face on him. “im so.. tired” he whispered out, despite the tear that rolled down his face and split your heart into pieces, he was fighting to stay awake. “sleep my love, il be right here in the morning,” you said through another kiss, reaching over to place the needle back on track. that being the last straw for him to fall asleep. and sleep he did, only stirring once to place his head properly over your heart. the repetition of the beat cleared all the negative thoughts of his head as he melted into you.

you however, did not sleep much that night. almost as if his nerves now found home in your own mind. which raced at each possibility, your sweet boy was so kind but faced so much. too much. was it the media? something a paparazzi did? his father, or siblings? was it the pain and the doctors? his vitiligo? rehearsals? did he need you before now, like he was before, and unable to reach out to you? everything you thought broke you heart, but despite that whatever outcome it was would be a problem for the morning. because he trusted you and needed you now, just your love was enough permission for him to be at peace in this moment. and you knew it would be enough for him whenever you spoke about it too. thats just how deep your love ran, it was enough to fill every hole in him. like he had done for you. both from just simply being in eachothers lives, and presenting it all, the good and the bad.

link to my masterlist <33

[loveaffaire]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MICHAEL JACKSON MASTERLIST

Last updated: 9th June 2026, all my fanfics are in order of newest to oldest.

Some work might contain NSFW themes such as slight smut/ mentions of sex and have been marked the same, minors DNI with NSFW.

Important note: I will never ever mention the skin tone, hair colour, eye colour or any other ethnic features of the reader. EVER. I might use pictures to show the outfit or the vibe of the reader (just like I do with Michael’s pictures) but never put an ethnic label on them!!

-Please do not repost my work anywhere even if you give me credit, I do not want my work distributed but reblogs/ feedback is always appreciated ♡

Blurbs/Concept Writings

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Manipulative!Michael x Reader

— He Never Tells You No

One Shots

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A Scandal Waiting to Happen: At 45, Michael should know better than to become obsessed with the 25 year old rising popstar. He does know better but that doesn’t stop him.

Part II - A Scandal Waiting to Happen

Mature!michael, popstar!reader, a huge age gap, A LOT of suggestive content, some explicit stuff like thigh riding, blowjob, mentions of sex, smut. MINORS DNI!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Obsessed: Michael is obsessed with his little sister, Janet's best friend and he feels guilty, he swears but he can't help it.

Shy!thriller!michael, some fluff, suggestive content, mention of oral s*x and f*ngering, the reader is bold and confident. MINORS DNI.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The Price of Fame: Paparazzi and tabloid newspapers, two of the worst things you can deal with in the 90s... especially when you're the King of Pop's wife.

Angst, crying sobbing yelling reader, distressed Michael, paparazzi and tabloid gossip mention (ew), some fluff but mostly angst.

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take a sip of chmpnge's masterlist!

♯┆chmpnge’s writing in one .ᐟ

⎯⎯⎯ ⌞ ᯓᡣ𐭩 oneshots ⌝

in the works

⎯⎯⎯ ⌞ ᯓᡣ𐭩 drabbles ⌝

.☘︎ ݁˖ cute rivalry , headcanon - a school rivalry doesn’t stop you and michael from being together ( thriller )

.☘︎ ݁˖ all i do is think of you - michael finally builds the courage to confess his feelings. ( jacksons )

.☘︎ ݁˖ don’t smile - michael ends the relationship in the middle of night and you both have to deal with the agony ( thriller )

⎯⎯⎯ ⌞ ᯓᡣ𐭩 blurbs ⌝

.☘︎ ݁˖ stripper pole - a pole is installed and you give michael a lap dance ( blood on the dance floor ) 18+

⎯⎯⎯ ⌞ ᯓᡣ𐭩 series ⌝

.☘︎ ݁˖ remember the time , two , three , four - after years of not being in each other’s lives, michael receives janet’s invitation to your wedding. causing him to win you back in the end. ( thrad ⟶ bad )

.☘︎ ݁˖ co-parents - this individual link will take you to the official co-parenting series. lots of moments, flashbacks and events from sharing custody with michael. ( mature )

⎯⎯⎯ ⌞ ᯓᡣ𐭩 jaafar jackson ⌝

.☘︎ ݁˖ blind items - the messing around of you and jaafar is starting to hit the blind item tabloids.

© 𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐩𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 | last updated: 7/22/26.

[doubl3lif3]

listening to baby michael's voice makes me feel like im gonna throw up, his voice just frozen in time. im sick, its unfair