#mj x reader

[alohaxangels]

[aloeveraaa333]

Omg I just finished part two, almost 5 am BUT WORTH ITTTT. I think it’s a bit better than part one, the yearning ugh what a chefs kiss

I’m gonna post it in a few hours ILL KEEP YALL UPDATED

[r0manticd3lay]

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It was no secret that your boyfriend and king of pop 

Michael was very interested in clothing and dress I mean one of the many reasons he was know for besides his music career was his impeccable style in clothing. 

And being in a relationship with him, you soon realized very quickly that his sense of fashion was undeniably rubbing off onto you.

Was it on purpose? From your point of view, nope!  Far from it actually you’d argue that it was more Michael than you.  The whole ordeal started off subtle, you showing off your outfits in front of Michael and him examining them then giving you advice on what to change or add, and every single time you didn’t hesitate in trusting his word.

Then came that dreaded day.

Michael was invited to some sort of celebration event, and to no one’s shock, he wanted you to come along as his plus one. You agreed, not thinking much of it at the moment. I mean, it was nothing out of the ordinary, you’d been to dozens of events alongside Michael, so what was there to worry about?

Fast forward to the actual day, and there you were sat on the floor absolutely frustrated, closet destroyed, and clothes scattered everywhere because unfortunately you had no idea what to wear. Just when you had lost all hope debating on if you should just cancel and feign sickness to avoid going, Michael came in and for the next minute you ranted his ears off about the whole situation, how you had nothing to wear and how nothing felt right.

Nodding, he acknowledged your every word with zero judgment, before calmly entering your massive walk-in closet, coming out not even a minute later with an outfit in hand. One that you actually really liked, and even better, it just slightly matched his. Thanks to him, your outfit crisis was resolved, and he earned himself a dozen kisses and gentle praise from your side.

From that day on Michaels opinions always somewhat influenced your outfits, and somewhere along that road you weren’t quite sure when but he began fully dressing you.

Taking full control of your closet. Though you voiced no complaints, I mean, you almost never had to worry about what to wear, and always got to match with your amazing boyfriend! So what was there to complain about?

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Something short and sweet for you guys while I work on pushing out an actual fic and don’t worry I’m working on a sequel to my previous post (ps check it out if you haven’t already!!) but I’m currently in the process of writing it 🥲 also let me know if you’d like to be tagged in it!!

[velvetjackson]

Mj puppy play when….

[angelfacediary]

hi can you make a story maybe dangerous era Michael and he’s playing video games with you and then you do a strip show 🙈🙈🙈🙈🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣🫣🫣srry if this is too much

݁ ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Tease me • dangerous!Michael x reader

⤷ ゛Synopsis ˎˊ˗ A bet you knew you would lose turns into Michael's personal show.

𑣲⋆ warnings : strip tease !! Suggestive, but not smut

You knew better than to make a bet with Michael, especially when it came to video games. He'd been playing video games for as long as he could remember, so naturally, he'd gotten good. It was almost to be expected for someone who was good at everything.

“If you win, I'll give you a strip tease," you said, sitting next to him, the cool plastic of the controller gripped tightly in your hands, as the colorful start screen of Super Mario Kart veiled over the living room, playing that iconic tune that you grew to love. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? I'll win." He was cocky, too cocky, but it was valid considering the years of video game experience he held under his belt.

"We'll see about that." You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a chuckle, anxiously pressing the start button before the character screen loaded, allowing you to pick which character you wanted to race with.

“Ooh, Princess Peach!” You quickly picked, watching Michael's side of the screen as he swiped through the same selection of characters. The sound of his cursor moving echoed through the speakers of the TV.

“C'mon, Mikey, hurry. I'm eager to beat you already,” you whined, flopping back onto the plush cushions of the couch, your eyes focused on the TV screen as his cursor flipped back and forth between Mario, Luigi, and Bowser before landing on the familiar red-hatted plumber.

“You can't rush perfection." He playfully rolled his eyes, pressing start, which made you sit up. Your grip on the controller suddenly became tighter as the countdown played, a light ding blasting through the speakers as the count hit one, your characters blasting off past the starting line.

You were already in the lead with the first lap, crossing the finish line before the second lap started up. Michael trailed close behind, the more-than-happy song playing in the background despite the tense situation that was playing out on the screen.

By the third lap, you were falling behind. No matter how many times you tried to blast ahead of Michael, it seemed like he always had the upper hand, much to your dismay.

“Still think you're winning?” he bit his bottom lip, that cocky, boyish smile playing out on his face, the sounds of frustration and buttons mashing filling the room as he crossed the finish line, signaling the end of the race.

“Oh hush, you'll get your strip tease. "You were completely defeated, but it wasn't like you didn't expect it; if anything, you were more than happy that you'd lost even if you really did try your best, giving you an opportunity to put on a little show.

You stood up, standing in front of him, starting with your top, slowly peeling it off your body, tossing it on the living room floor with an airy plop as your fingers slipped around the waistband of your tiny shorts that already seemed to show way too much, the fat of your ass already falling out of the thin fabric as you slipped them down teasingly, revealing the lace panties that were begging to be shown. His large hands gripped onto your hips, his fingers tangling with the waistband of your underwear, pulling you closer as he leaned back onto the couch. 

“Uh uh, no touching." You slapped at his hand, looking back at him with a playful smile, his eyes holding a hint of desperation and desire as he followed every curve of your body, taking in the way that you moved your hips from side to side. 

“So pretty, Baby."

“Mm, you think so?” You cooed, mischievously tugging at your underwear, not wanting him to get what he wanted too quickly, removing your hands before bending down to show off your figure.

“Yeah, it's beautiful," he murmured. 

Watching you was way more entertaining than any show he could be watching right now. Everything about you was perfect. He felt almost undeserving of you.

Finally, you tugged at your underwear, nudging them down your legs, finally revealing what he'd been so eager to see on full display as you bent over to pick them up, dangling them between your fingers as you spun around to face him, tossing them on the couch next to him.

It didn't take long for his hands to be pressed to your hips, pulling you onto his lap, making you gasp. “Mikey! I didn't even get to take my bra off yet," you whined, your hands placed on his shoulders to balance yourself.

“Mm, don't worry about that, I'll do it myself."

©angelfacediary

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[jermainesbass]

🐾 — backstage, michael jackson

bad!michael x black!reader

summary :: after finding out you were pregnant, you had an idea to surprise your husband while he was on tour. But what you didn't expect was to catch him in the middle of an affair

warnings :: cheating , pregnancy , wife!reader , not proofread / edited !

a/n :: i was lowkey struggling with this one, so it might not be my bestttt work… also no hate to tatiana !!

Just two weeks ago, you were sitting on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down your face as you held the small white stick in your shaky hands, watching as two pink lines appeared in the tiny window.

You were pregnant.

Your mind immediately drifted to your husband, Michael. For as long as you had known him, you knew his biggest goal in life was to become a father, and you couldn't wait to tell him.

Except, you hadn't seen him in nearly two months.

While he had been traveling halfway across the globe on his Bad World Tour, making his way through Japan and Australia, you were stuck in Southern California, teaching english literature to first year college students.

Luckily for you, spring break landed the same week Michael was scheduled to perform in New York.

You figured it was close enough, so you booked your tickets.

Just hours ago, you were standing in the bathroom of your hotel room, getting yourself ready, wanting to look your best for the first time you saw him in so long.

You wore a fitted black dress that hugged your figure, paired with simple gold jewelry that complimented your warm brown skin. Your coils were carefully styled, settling perfectly around your face, just the way Michael loved them.

Now, you were standing among thousands of screaming fans inside Madison Square Garden, as they chanted your husband's name.

You watched from the wings as he danced across the stage, completely losing himself in the rhythm of his music.

Soon, the familiar opening notes of "The Way You Make Me Feel" filled your ears. It had always been one of your favorite songs of Michael's. You still remembered the first time he played it for you.

The two of you had been sitting in his home studio, listening to his unfinished tracks. You were the only person he allowed to hear them, he always wanted your honest opinion.

Now, a year later, you watched as thousands of people screamed at the top of their lungs while they watched your husband perform it.

The cheers somehow became louder as you watched a head full of curly hair make her way onto the stage.

Tatiana.

You knew who she was. You had met her briefly when you visited Michael on the set of the music video she starred in. You had always thought she was a kind and beautiful woman, whom you respected.

So when she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as her lips met his, you froze.

For a moment, the sounds of the band and the massive crowd disappeared as you watched the two of them kiss in the middle of the arena like no one was watching.

You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself it was just part of the show.

Michael would never do that to you.

He was a performer, doing his job.

You repeated it over and over in your head as the rest of the performance continued, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus. The image of your husband kissing another woman right in front of you played on a constant loop in your mind.

After the show, you followed Bill to Michael's dressing room. Your nerves piled up in your chest the closer you got, your heart racing as you remembered the news you were about to share with him.

You couldn't wait to see how he would react.

Stopping in front of the door to his dressing room, you took a deep breath to calm yourself before raising your fist and tapping softly against the door.

No one answered.

You waited a few seconds before pushing the door open slightly.

"Michael?"

As you stepped inside, your heart completely sank.

Michael stood at the large vanity, his hands resting on Tatiana's waist as she sat on top of the counter. Her legs were wrapped around his, her hands tangled in the loose curls at the nape of his neck as their lips met in a heated kiss.

You tried to step back before either of them could notice you, but it was too late.

Michael caught sight of you, his eyes widening as he saw the heartbreak written across your face.

He called out your name, but you didn't respond. You didn't know how to.

You simply shook your head as tears filled your eyes. Everything inside of you wanted to believe that what you were seeing wasn't real, but deep down, you knew it was.

"Honey, I can explain—" he tried, reaching out to you.

You stepped back, avoiding his touch.

"How long?"

"W-what?" he stuttered, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

"How long, Michael?" you repeated, pointing between the two of them.

Michael dropped his head in shame. Behind him, Tatiana jumped down from the counter, pulling her top back on.

"Since the start of tour," he mumbled quietly.

You nodded slowly, your gaze dropping to your hand and the wedding ring sitting on your finger.

The same ring you had worn every day for the past ten years, ever since the day you became his wife.

Slowly, you twisted it around your finger as you slipped it off.

Looking up, Michael noticed what you were doing and immediately shook his head.

"No," he pleaded, reaching for you again. "Baby, please."

You shook your head, grabbing his wrist and placing the ring into his hand.

"Ten years," you whispered. "Ten years... and you threw it all away in two months."

Before either of them could respond, you turned away and walked out.

[angelfacediary]

Michael and his mean gf runs through my brain constantly

[rmbrttime]

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