bad era!michael headcanons
a/n: just a little something to feed you guys until my other works come out in the next few days!
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bad era!michael... who won't hesitate to buy you something when you're upset. whether it's an expensive purse, shoes, or jewelry, he's completely supportive of the fact that your closet continues to fill up with each passing day.
and when he's on tour and you two are calling late at night, you casually let it slip that one of your heels broke the other day. Michael quickly tells you to go on a shopping trip tomorrow to replace it, as if it was his fault your heel broke.
bad era!michael... who loathes any position where he can't see your face and reactions during sex. for example, reverse cowgirl or doggy style just don't feel personal or intimate enough for him. the only time he obliges is when you two are drunk or you're literally begging for it.
bad era!michael... who makes love to you the entire night before he has to get on a plane for his tour the next morning. on nights like this, his favorite position is missionary, and he always ends up crying into your shoulder about how much he's going to miss you as he shoots his load deep in your core. you pet his hair softly as you both catch your breaths, comforting him and remembering his scent because you won't see him for weeks.
bad era!michael... who's secretly loves when you slip a nude photo into his suitcase whenever he's off on tour. you know he won't be able to see you for a while, so like the sweet girl you are, you decide to give him something to soothe his needs while he's away.
and when he's alone in his hotel room after a long day of performing, his only thought is to pull out the photos of your bare body, shoving his boxer briefs down his thighs, and jerking off to you. he misses you so much that he calls you straight after, and even though it's early in the morning for you and you're thousands of miles away, you always pick up to hear his whiny voice on the other end.
bad era!michael... who is such a sensitive loverboy at heart that whenever he's not busy during the tour, he's on the phone with you. and i mean it's constant. he complains to you about the people he works with or cries to you about how rude the media is to him. either way, it always ends with him fisting his length to your voice, whining and whimpering for you to touch yourself too, because all he wants is to hear your sweet moans.
bad era! michael... who is so obsessed with the thought of getting you pregnant that he ends up falling to his knees in front of you one night, pleading for you to carry his children as he's on the verge of tears. you tell him you would after the world tour, and that promise is one of the only things that gets him through the next few months of rehearsals and shows.



















