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synopsis: you were the main dancer for michael jackson “blood on the dance floor” video, and couldn’t help but be overly thirsty for the man.
wc: 770
tags: fluff?
╰┈➤a/n: was this story mostly for me bc i love how he looks in this video so much? YES YES IT IS, HE SO FINE I WISH I WAS THE DANCER ME NEXTT
era: history
Music played quietly through the speakers, only loud enough for everyone to keep track of the choreography. What filled the studio instead were the dancers voices, each count echoing over the beat.
“One… two… three… four…”
The rhythm made you move effortlessly through the crowd of dancers, your bright red dress catching the light with every step.
“More seductive!” the director called from behind the camera. “Give looks. Remember, you’re the main character.”
You nodded, slipping further into character and following every direction he gave. Then Michael stepped onto the set. Your breath nearly caught.
His hair was pulled back into a neat braid, his tailored red suit matching yours almost perfectly. Silver rings decorated nearly every finger. He better put his hands up before you bite em..
But this was Michael. When it came to work, he was nothing if not professional.
You forced yourself to focus.
Rolling your hips with the music, you crossed the set until you reached him. He stayed seated as you stepped between his legs, using the space to lift yourself onto the table behind you.
His eyes found yours instantly. God, he was an incredible actor. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve sworn he was completely captivated by you.
“Touch her, Michael!” the director shouted. Without hesitation, Michael obeyed.
His large, warm hands settled around your thighs, sliding carefully upward until they rested just beneath the hem of your dress before traveling back down again. His grip was firm enough to sell the scene but still controlled, never crossing the line.
You caught yourself biting your lip as he stayed completely in character.
For a moment, his gaze remained locked on yours before turning toward the camera that was following his every movement.
Right. This was work. Nothing more.
The music stopped, and the director immediately began giving notes to both of you. “Let’s move on to the next scene. Just Michael and Y/N.”
Secretly, this was always your favorite one to rehearse.
Not because of the choreography itself, but because of how close the two of you had to be. Close enough to catch the soft, woody scent of his cologne every time he moved.
Once the director called action, Michael’s hand found the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. His knee eased between yours as part of the choreography, naturally widening your stance before you settled against his leg. Basically sitting on his leg..
Then came the next move.
He shifted his hips upward in one smooth motion, the choreography fast and undeniably sensual. Every movement was precise, rehearsed dozens of times, yet somehow it never looked rehearsed. Looked more natural than anything..
You couldn’t stop watching him, he never slipped ever. Not even once.
He stayed completely committed to the performance, and for some reason, that disappointed you more than it should have.
The director called cut again before setting up another close up.
This time, Michael cupped your chin, tilting your face toward his. As the cameras rolled, he leaned in, catching your bottom lip gently between his teeth as the choreography called for.
You let out a quiet breath.
So did he.
It was the smallest crack in his composure you’d seen all day. The director frowned.
“Let’s take that out.”
You barely heard him. Who even gives a damn about the shot being taken out? Michael had just bitten your lip.
Soon enough, you were back on the table while he sat in the chair beneath you. You danced above him as his hands guided the movement, and he sang directly between your legs the way he gripping your legs hard as he lip sync, made you want to take him through there.
You were beginning to think you were the worst possible person to cast for this video.
Because separating the performance from your feelings was becoming nearly impossible. By the final setup at the end of the music video, there was barely any choreography left, just improvisation.
The two of you danced together, feeding off the music. Michael repeatedly drove his hips upward as the routine required, every movement sharp, controlled, and perfectly timed.
It was only choreography. But why did Michel thrusting against your leg felt so sensual to you? You almost wanted to bark for more. The final “Cut!” echoed through the studio.
Just like that, it was over.
Before you had the chance to say much of anything, Michael was already thanking the crew and making his way off set. As if he was rushing out of here.
You watched him disappear through the studio doors, a small smile tugging at your lips.
request: "husband!michael being a complete fein for wife!reader after getting thick after having kids. it’s so bad that everyone notices and makes jokes about it"
featuring: husband!dad!michael x thick!wife!mom!reader
sypnosis: just read the request, that sums it up lmao
warnings: mentions of pregnancy, reader is thick, a lil suggestive but no actual smut
wc: 824
an: michael would def be absolutely infatuated with how the body changes after pregnancy
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Your body has changed. After three beautiful babies, it was bound to do that.
And Michael loved it.
Especially right after you had Paris.
Prince and Paris were born so close together, that your body had no time to recover much, it only got thicker. Your hips thickened up, your ass became even more plush, and your tits had just about doubled in size.
Your husband was an absolute fein for it, and everybody around him knew it. He wasn’t exactly subtle with his adoration. Michael would stare at you across the room. If you were near him, one of his hands always found its way onto your hip, softly groping the flesh. He also loved slapping your ass with a boyish grin whenever he came up from behind you.
His family would constantly make jokes and tease him about it.
One time at a family function, Michael just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, even when you were on the other side of the room. Janet had noticed it, coming up behind her brother and putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Y’know, I think y/n thickening up has broken you.” She teased with a smile.
Michael just looked at her, huffing out a laugh and shaking his head, before glancing back over at you. He didn’t deny it, because Janet wasn’t wrong. It had broken him, it plagued his mind constantly.
As a couple years passed, you lost a bit of the weight. You still had all the assets, and they were still all definitely bigger than they were before kids, but they were not as plush as before. It was honestly bound to happen with how much you had to chase Prince around, he was one handful of a toddler, always into something. It had saddened Michael a little bit, he missed it. Of course, he would never tell you that, he thought you were beautiful regardless, and he didn’t want you thinking otherwise. It actually physically pained him when you thought otherwise.
Luckily for him though, in 2002 you welcomed your third baby, Blanket. And with that, came all that plushness back. With that also came more jokes from Michael’s family about his obsession with it, but he didn’t care.
You had just put the two month old to sleep for the night, laying him in his crib. For a moment you just stared at him in awe, he truly did look so much like his father. Those darling black tufts of curls on top of his head, dark eyebrows that strikingly resembled Michael’s, even now as just a newborn. Though you couldn’t see them right now, he had those same big doe eyes like his father’s. That might’ve been your favorite part, you found yourself getting lost into Blanket’s eyes all the time. You smiled softly, smoothing down his hair, and murmuring an “I love you”.
When Michael found you, you were in the bedroom. You didn’t notice him come in, too occupied with folding tiny baby clothes on top of the dresser. He came up behind you, pressing into your back, his hands found your hips. You jumped slightly, startled by his sudden appearance. “Jesus, you scared me.” You huff out a laugh.
Michael hummed, pressing kisses from your neck, down to your shoulder, “‘M sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to scare ya’.”
“Any trouble getting Prince and Paris to sleep?” You ask, continuing to fold another onesie.
Michael shakes his head, “Nope, read ‘em a bedtime story, and they were out like a light before I even got halfway through. What about Blanket?”
“I nursed him and he was out.” You smile softly.
There’s a beat of silence.
“He’s a lucky lil’ thing.” Michael sighs, his breath fanning over your neck.
You snort, “What?”
Michael brings his large hands up to cup your breasts through the material of your shirt, “He gets these pretty things all to himself.”
You laugh, “Are you serious right now?”
He nodded against your neck, “Absolutely, you’re just so gorgeous. S’ full in all the right places.”
“Michael.” You murmur bashfully.
You knew your husband loved how much thicker you had gotten since having three kids. He wasn’t good at hiding how much he loved it, at all. Michael wasn’t inconspicuous with it in the slightest.
“You’re just so soft and pretty right now, mama.” He smiled, one hand splaying across your tummy, which was now soft as one normally is during postpartum.
“This body gave me three perfect babies, and it still looks as beautiful as ever.” Michael whispered, his tone soft and smooth like always.
You turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you face him now. You press a kiss to his lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too, forever.” Michael whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
You feel his hand squeeze your ass, “You’re insatiable, Mr. Jackson.” You shake your head, smiling.
This whole situation within the MJ fandom is interesting because I see a lot of people who are okay with his fans “gender bending” him but I’m so against it. I don’t even understand why this is even a thing in any fandom to begin with. Maybe I’m not woke enough or something. Either way, I don’t think MJ fans should be fantasising about him as anything other than a black heterosexual man; whether it be in fanfics or fan art.
We all (should) know that Michael was labeled homosexual by the media to publicly humiliate him and his private lifestyle. He denied it as much as he can and I truly believe he resented that allegation because of where it originated from. He was later accused of wanting to be a white woman as his skin got lighter and again, he denied that too. That being said, nobody should feel okay with drawing him as a woman or in homosexual relationships/ acts. This goes for fanfics too. MJ x male read smut or even romance fics are (even if you don’t intend to) perpetuating those stereotypes he was given by the media who we all know hated him.
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Summary: Unpredicted and unwanted, a series of events snatch you away from the breezy skylines of California and throw you into the muggy Bible belt state of Indiana. Conveniently, flushing your grand plans for a final, unforgettable summer as a student right down the drain.
But then, a certain choir boy makes that web of losses feel spun into something made of luck and lechery.
Weeks of bible study and partially blind, but fully blissful interactions appear harmless enough on the surface. Yet underneath, the flames of desire radiate between you hotter than the Midwestern sun, begging to be quenched.
Will Michael be able to hold tight to his faith, or give in to feelings that could lead him to a fallen state?
Note: I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical errors. Both reader and Michael are 21. If you’re not okay with themes portraying (more so alluding to in this case) religious blasphemy, you’ll want to skip this one. Otherwise, enjoy! :)
“Oh, Michael…”
His name–a sweet sigh from behind the veil of a cracked door, light spilling across the floor in golden rays like treasures waiting to be claimed.
Who could it be? The timbre held a warmth he recognized, but couldn’t quite remember. A name sizzled on the tip of his tongue, staying trapped there, just out of reach as the gears in his mind turned too slowly to drag it free.
Another honeyed croon escaped, sharper and higher, wrapped in silken soprano. The sound sent a jolt through Michael, rousing regions he’d dared not to engage.
“Come inside…” she called out softly, almost a whisper–perhaps meant only for him, quietly drifting into the night like a secret, knowing Michael would follow.
He scanned the room from side to side, confirming what he already felt: no one else was there. The invitation couldn’t have been aimed at another.
His feet moved in echoes of hesitation as he inched closer to the breach of dim glow, faintly illuminating a path he wasn’t sure he was ready to tread.
Time felt non-existent, his timid steps lasting but an instant and stretching into eternity all at once. By the toll of a hidden hour, he stood before the mahogany barrier, barely ajar and concealing what waited beyond.
His hand pressed flat to the surface, pushing forward with slow, measured force to reveal more of the scene in unraveling fragments.
The room was cloaked in candle light and compulsion, so thick that if he stepped inside, there’d be no stopping what would unfold.
A womanly silhouette lay centered on a queen-sized bed, writhing and tangled in satin sheets, her gilded heel glinting against the violet fabric like a nightshade in bloom. Beautiful, yet signaling the danger of the intrusion, the enchantment it held.
The door edged open in invigorating increments, uncovering a leg draped in nylon, rising from beneath the sheets. A hand with nails a shade between crimson and candy, clawing gently at the sleek fabric.
The dip of a torso, the swell of a bust, bathed in a steady celestial flare, luminous and bare as the day she came. And lips, rouged and rounded to speak more serpentine seduction, a lure so potent, so perilous, resistance stood no chance.
“Sing to me.”
Her plea was a sacred strain. A breath of longing, a revitalizing expression of desire. One that burned him so deeply, it scorched through the refrain that sought to keep him in the dark.
He had to know. To put a face to this source of forbidden delight, fatal and magnetic, pulling him deeper toward his destruction… a fate he felt ready to embrace, regardless of the consequence.
The slow, restricted stretch of entry gave way below Michael’s hand, as if holding its own bated breath, anticipating to unmask the lady of silk and sin.
As it took a final bow to his will, to his yearning, to his demise… a full face emerged within the flame-lit boudoir.
In an instant, the reel holding all the moments of his life shifted from blurred flickers to a single, still frame. The remedy that lifted the fog of amnesia, sparked by the alluring visage of his infatuation…
“You.”
Note: This is just a snippet of what I've been working on. Didn't wanna leave you guys hanging for too much longer. Especially since my grandmother just had open heart surgery, and is going to be relying on me for some months now. I will work on this fic whenever I have free time (I'm currently at 12k) Also, to my single follower who sent me a request (you know who you are), PLEASE DON'T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT YOU 😭🙏🏽💔 I promise I'll get to it after this one. In fact, I have all of the dialogue already written down... just gotta pick through my brain to insert everything else 💀 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this!
credits for dividers: @sister-lucifer, @anitalenia and @uzmacchiato
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