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Pop Dynasty {Michael Jackson x fem!OC}(Ongoing) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

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chat i'm so scared rn, my local theater had michael playing in one of the biggest rooms for the longest time and then last week they changed it to a smaller room and next week they're changing it to one of the smallest rooms in the whole cinema i think that means it's leaving theaters for me soon 🥲

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Pop Dynasty ~ Chapter 6

Synopsis: To the world, he was the King of Pop, but to her, he was simply Michael. After almost a year of mourning her late husband in the shadows, retired Queen of Pop Regina Venus is ready to unveil the truth and introduce the world to the Michael Jackson that they never knew. Unafraid to reveal the good, the bad, and the ugly, Regina spills everything in an interview where she details the intimate and chaotic life that her and Michael shared for 33 years before his untimely demise.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!OC

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Drama, Friends to Lovers, Angst and Romance, Porn With Plot, True Love, Betrayal, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fame, Moderate to Heavy Angst, Tragic Romance

Word Count: 2,648

Taglist (DM or comment to be added): @a-dal7490 @scarletwitchwhore @kneelarmhstrung @oreo2sblog @skiicoreee @tojiswifeforlife @wildpandorasky

A/N: Okay you guys are probably gonna hate me for this but I had to do the same thing with this chapter that I did for chapter 4 with breaking it up into two parts so TECHNICALLYYYY chapter 7 is gonna be a continuation of this chapter because, like before, the chapter would've been rlly long if I kept it all in and I would've fallen behind. WITH THAT SAID, I'm not gonna be doing this again until further notice cuz if I keep splitting each chapter up, I'm gonna be writing this damn fic until the sequel comes out LOL. I have everything up until chapter 10 planned out and I'm not expecting the upcoming chapters to be so long that they'll need to be broken up, so you guys won't have to worry about me doing this again for at least the next few weeks lmao.

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April 2010

An elated smile graced Regina's lips, noticeably brighter than the one from earlier when she recalled the day she met Michael. Still however, it paled in comparison to all the colossal smiles she wore when she actually lived those memories with Michael firsthand as opposed to merely reminiscing over what once was and what never will be ever again.

"Seems like Michael went behind your back quite a lot," the interviewer remarked.

"Oh yeah," Regina chuckled, choosing to interpret his comment as a joke despite his austere tone of voice. "I'd be lying if I said he wasn't a little bit of a pain in the ass to deal with those first few months that I knew him. But he was right when he told me I'd be grateful for everything he did. I wouldn't have achieved anywhere near the level of fame and success I have today if it weren't for him taking all those risks that I never had the courage to take myself at the beginning of my career."

The interviewer scribbled what could best be described as illegible chicken scratch down on his notepad. "And when you finally got that record deal, what was it like recording your first album?"

Regina stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. "To be quite frank, I don't remember much. I mean, it was so long ago and there was nothing extraordinary enough about it for me to keep in my memory to this day. The only thing I remember about the production of the album was the way I stupidly tried to keep it a secret from my mother."

"You didn't tell your mother that you were recording an album?"

Regina shook her head.

"Why not?"

She took a deep breath, scrambling to find the right words to convey what she wanted to say. "Because I knew my mother like no one else did. And I knew that as soon as she found out my career was taking off, I would never know peace from her ever again."

"Can you elaborate on that?"

Regina began to marginally regret steering the conversation in the direction of her mother. This interview was supposed to be solely about her and Michael. No one else. But she figured an off-topic discussion here and there was as harmless as it was inevitable. Besides, panning the discussion over to her mother gave her all the more chance to set the record straight on the kind of person she truly was.

"Well, it's no secret that I've held a certain… disdain for my mother throughout the years. Now, if you ask me when exactly this contempt for my mother started personally, I wouldn't be able to tell you, because I can't recall a time where she wasn't a cold-hearted cynic. But if you ask me when this contempt for my mother started professionally, now that I can recall like it happened yesterday."

March 1977

Recording for Regina's first album had wrapped up some weeks ago. She was still baffled that she successfully managed to keep the entire production under wraps from her mother. 2 months of lying about where she was going every time she left the house, sprinting to answer the phone first in case it was someone from Epic calling, and dodging any squabble from her blissfully unaware mother about the lack of effort she was putting into building her singing career.

Regina knew she wouldn't be able to keep the album a secret from Geraldine for much longer, especially since the album's release was set for the 8th of April which was a meager two weeks away, and she knew full well just how irate Geraldine would be when she'd eventually find out about it and realize that her daughter didn't allow her to contribute to the process in any way, but that was a concern for future Regina. Present-day Regina was currently sitting on the floor of Michael's room, free from worry, watching him and Janet argue back and forth over the legitimacy of his win in Uno.

"You didn't even yell 'Uno' before you put your last card down!" Janet spat at Michael.

"I did say 'Uno' you just didn't hear 'cause I whispered it," Michael argued back.

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

"Gigi, did you hear Mike say 'Uno?'"

"I don't know, I'm still hung up on you guys both putting down a Draw Four and making me pick up eight cards," Regina responded, holding a crowded stack of 15 cards in both her hands.

"Yo," Marlon interrupted, making his way into the room, carrying a large cardboard box, "you got a package, Mike."

"Oh, that's for Gigi," Michael exclaimed, grabbing the box from Marlon with excited haste and plopping it onto the ground, "I had it delivered here under my name so that her mother wouldn't find out about it."

"What is this?" Regina asked. She had known Michael for a full year at this point, but she still had yet to remove the blanket of skepticism that engulfed her every time he had a surprise for her.

"Open it and you'll see."

Hesitantly, Regina put down her cards and unfolded the dust flaps of the box. She gasped when her eyes registered the contents inside. The box was filled to the brim with records. Records in which Regina had the immeasurable honor of being the first person in the world to see, because they were records of her completed first album.

Still having not yet given a verbal reaction, Regina grabbed the record that was resting comfortably at the top and removed it from the box with near surgical precision. She stared at the front cover intently, examining every inch of it in all its glory as if it were a Van Gogh painting.

The cover depicted her with her back turned away from the audience. Her eyes, decorated by smoky silvery eyeshadow and pronounced lashes, glanced past her bare shoulder to stare sharply at the camera. Her hair, luscious and bountiful, could hardly fit in the frame, forcing the blush pink background to peek out at the very bottom of the photo. Her lips, vibrantly red and resting in a near imperceptible pout, matched her almond nails which were attached to a pair of delicate hands, the left one clutching a perfume bottle shaped like a cherry, and the right one squeezing the atomizer bulb to spritz the fragrant liquid onto her neck. Across the top of the cover, in large, red, cursive letters contrasted by the color of her hair read the album's title:

Red Cherry Perfume

Regina continued to gaze at the cover in awe. The longer she looked at it, the less she was convinced that it was actually her, which was foolish to believe because she remembered the photo shoot vividly. She particularly remembered the way Michael stared at her from the sidelines with a gleam in his eyes that she had only ever seen in romance films the exact moment that a character falls in love with someone. Though she convinced herself that the look in Michael's eyes wasn't related in any way, overlooking the fact that he couldn't form a coherent sentence for a full 30 seconds when he first saw Regina in her hair and makeup for the shoot.

"I asked Louie to send some copies of the record over to us so that you can check them out and see if there's anything you don't like so that they can fix it before it gets released."

"No," Regina replied breathlessly, "no, no, it's perfect. Perfect in every way."

Michael pulled a record out of the box as if withdrawing a sword from its sheath. "Wow," he said, shaking his head in amazement, "it looks even better than I thought it would. You look even better than I thought you would."

Regina finally peeled her eyes off of the record in her hands and reverted them to Michael. His eyes were the ones that were now glued to the front cover with no visible sign of letting go. It wasn't until he glanced up on accident and caught Regina staring that he jumped ever so slightly, fumbling with the record before pretending that the box was the most interesting thing in the room right now.

He cleared his throat gracelessly. "Um, there's enough records in here for everybody to have their own copy," he said, handing an album to Janet and setting the others aside for the rest of the siblings.

Janet studied the record front and back with acute admiration before getting up and finding a sharpie in the pencil cup on Michael's desk.

"Gigi?"

Regina looked up and was met with the sight of Janet standing over her, handing her her copy of Red Cherry Perfume and the sharpie.

"Will you sign my record?"

Regina leaned back in astonishment. She almost wanted to ask Janet if she was joking, but she knew she wasn't, because Janet was horrible at keeping a straight face when she was, and this was the most serious Regina had ever seen her.

"Of course I will," Regina said, both taken aback and amused by her request. She stared around the room, biting the inside of her cheek as she pondered about what to write. It was her first ever autograph signing, she had to make it count. When she came up with just the perfect message, she dragged the sharpie meticulously across the cover, ensuring that her first autograph would be done in the neatest handwriting known to man. When she finished crossing the t in "Dumont" with a confident swoop that hovered elegantly over her entire name, the autograph read:

To the best baby sis I never had, you're destined for pure greatness. Don't let anyone hold you back. - Regina Dumont

When Regina handed the record back to Janet, she carefully read the message and her signature, and without saying a word, her arms cocooned her older non-biological sister in a hug that set Regina's already warmed heart ablaze. Although cherishing moments like these were a cruel reminder that this was the kind of sisterhood that Regina missed out on for the first 18 years of her life, it was also a reminder that it was better late than never. Much, much better late than never.

As Regina, Michael, and Janet huddled together on Michael's bed making history as the first set of ears to consume the sounds of Regina's first album in full on Michael's record player, Geraldine was back at the house washing the dishes when the phone rang. Sighing at the inconvenient timing, she haphazardly shook her soapy hands dry before jogging to the other side of the kitchen and picking up the receiver with just her middle finger and thumb.

"Hello?"

"Hello, hello, hello, did I reach the lovely little miss Regina?"

Geraldine recoiled back in confusion. "Uh, no, this is her mother, Geraldine. May I ask who's calling?"

"Ooh, I've connected with the mother-ship. This is Louie from Epic Records, I was just calling to ask if Regina had found a manager yet."

"A manager?"

"That's right. What, with the album coming out in less than two weeks, time's running out. I'm gonna need a name real soon so that we have someone to contact for promotion and all that stuff. Can't sell a record without promotion and can't do promotion without a manager."

"Album? Promotion? I'm sorry, I must be missing something here."

"The album that Regina recorded earlier this year. This is her very first album and I did not almost get sacked from my job convincing my boss to sign her last summer just for her to go lazy on the manager hunt. Her and Michael said they were gonna find one ages ago. The album's expected to be a hit, but I can't guarantee that unless I have a manager to sort things out with, you dig?"

Geraldine stared off into the distance, her mouth hanging slightly ajar and an emulsion of disbelief and outrage bubbling in her chest. She felt as though a 12 inch knife had just been thrust into her back, piercing her through the heart and causing her boiling blood to drip onto the floor and sear the tiles beneath her feet. Her daughter, her own flesh and blood, the girl whom she spent 17 hours in excruciating labor with didn't even have the decency to tell her own mother that she not only secured a record deal, but also recorded an album in full and was planning on releasing it in just under a fortnight without any insight from her mother whatsoever when that never would've been the case had she not been the one to make the decision to move them both out to Los Angeles.

This was inexcusable. This was an act of betrayal so malicious, Geraldine didn't even know how she was going to punish Regina when she came home. Beating her wasn't enough. She did that plenty when Regina was a child and it never stopped her from continuing to be disobedient. Threatening to never let her see Michael again wasn't enough. She had done the exact same thing when she forbade Regina from seeing Elijah for two weeks after she had gotten a disgustingly low grade in math one school year, and all that did was teach Regina how to sneak out using the fire escape and memorize where Elijah's house was by foot. And then the light bulb went off. Oh, what she had come up with was the perfect punishment indeed. Not only would it teach Regina a lesson on loyalty, it would give Geraldine exactly what she wanted in the first place.

She took a deep breath and plastered a fictitious smile on her face. "Oh, look at me wasting your time and letting you stress over nothing, I completely forgot. Regina appointed me as her manager a few days ago."

Louie promoted his tone to a much more delighted one. "Oh, really?"

"Yes, silly Gina, she said she was gonna call to let you know as soon as possible. Ugh, that girl is good for singing and nothing else." Geraldine let out an obnoxious cackle.

Louie ignored the snarky comment. "Well, that's perfect! I'll just need you to sign a couple things to make it official. I'm not gonna be in LA anytime soon, but I can fax those documents over and then you can fax them back when the time is right for you. The latest I need them back is April 8th though, that's when the album comes out, but you knew that already."

"Yes, of course."

"I'm also gonna need Regina's signature on those documents as well."

Silence fell on Geraldine's end. Her stupid smirk fell from her face and suddenly nothing was worth cackling over. She had been on such a high having come up with the perfect revenge against Regina that she completely forgot to take into consideration that she would actually need Regina herself to agree to this in some way. How in the hell was she going to do that? Whatever plan was necessary to complete this feat, she had less than two weeks to conjure up.

"She'll be more than happy to sign them."

"Perfect, I'm glad I called. Hey listen, uh, is there a Mr. Dumont that I have to worry about or can I take you out to lunch the next time I'm in LA?"

Geraldine rolled her eyes and hung the banana-yellow phone back up on the wall before strolling over to the sink to finish washing the dishes. Blithely humming a miscellaneous tune, she wondered if the neighbors next door would get mad at her for cutting a switch from their tree to use on Regina when she came home later.

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hey bestie

michael x black reader in the studio smut i imagine it as recording lady in my life and he put curtains up in the studio cause he was too shy and embarrased so he mutes the booth so nobody outside can hear its just you and him and hes too shy to record so you help to 'loosen him up' thats the smut and then later when you hear the song you realise the sounds in the background are from you and mike and he used them in the song

Coming For My Lady

Warnings: BlowJob, fingering, squirting, Sort of public, descriptive language

Authors Note: I thought I was sooo funny with the title lol. Anyways I’m still new to the smut thing so I hope you enjoyed this shawtyyyy. Edited by @discojupiters

It was late at night in the studio. You just arrived an hour ago, called over by Quincy to see Michael as motivation for a song he was trying to put together. You drove as fast as you could, but not fast enough were you didn't have time to doll yourself up. What? You couldn't help but want to look at least somewhat tempting every time you see him.

So here you were on the couch near the sound boards, listening to Quincy and some other people you didn't know go back and forth with Michael on rhythm and whatever else musicians and producers talk about when making another hit song.

"I want her in here."

You looked up from fiddling with the cracked leather and saw Michael waving you in the sound booth.

"Michael, we need you to give us something here, no distractions," someone tried to persuade him.

"She's no distraction. Don't talk about her like that, she's here for me, remember? I just want her with me."

As you look back at Michael softly pleading you to come stand near him, you see Quincy stop the guy and let you through.

"Let her in. He's right, that's what she's here, for motivation, go ahead girl, head on inside"

So that's what you do, slip through the door to where Michael is as he grabs you so he can have you close to him.

"Okay, Michael, lets try this again."

As Michael starts up again, singing into the microphone, he can't help but keep glancing at you from the corner of his eye. He suddenly felt the room was too hot and now didn't know how he was going to get through this with everyone watching him sing such sensual lyrics. He was feeling embarrassed just looking at you watch him sing such things.

"Wait, I-um, I need the curtains closed… I don't want y'all watching."

"Michael…" Quincy starts up.

"Quincy, the curtains please, it's embarrassing."

They just stare at one another until Quincy folds and gestures for someone to do what he asked.

"Okay, we'll close the curtains, I'll even mute everything out here and give you some time to get us somewhere, but please have something we can work with soon…we'll be right here."

Michael nods shyly, glancing at you again now that the curtains is closed.

"Are you really struggling that much Mikey? I don't want to be a bother."

You could tell he was nervous having you here and you just wanted to help.

"No, no, of course not.. I just didn't want anyone to see m.e"

"I'm looking at you though, baby…"

He knows this, and that's why it made it harder for him to focus. The lyrics hit a little too close to home with you here.

You slowly walk towards Michael and start caressing his chest. Your hands smooth his unwrinkled shirt and your nails graze his neck leaving a shiver down his spine. Your hands slowly move up towards the back of his head and his breathing starts to pick up.

"Why don't I help you relax then? loosen you up a bit, this must be so stressful for you. Would you like that sweetheart?"

He couldn't even speak as he nervously nodded, biting his lip as he looked you down.

Keeping eye contact with him, you lower your self to the ground on your knees, the carpet softening your stance.

You grab the back of his legs and pull him even closer than you thought possible to your face. Looking up at him, you start to unzip his jeans and his large hands land on the back of your head as he twists strands of your hair.

You move one of your hands to cover his as you have him wrap your curls around his fist.

The sound of his jeans being opened echoes in the room.

Face to face now with his crotch, you pull his boxers down and his cock pops out haphazardly hitting your lips. It was so hard and long while dark and having some paler patches around him. He was not too thick and not too thin. Just how you liked it.

The bulbous tip was slowly dripping precum, just aching to be touched. You could feel all the heat rising from him.

Your lips started to suck on the veins and you could feel how his hands were already beginning to shake as he started whimpering.

The wet sounds of you licking him up and down echoed around you.

"Ahh, uh, ooo baby babyy…"

You hear Michael groaning repeatedly above you. Further motivating you, you fully swallow him down and look up at him as you go. You can see his eyes watering and his mouth parted open as he tries to steady his legs from shaking. As he looked back down at you, the very sight of your lips stretched around him was about to set him off, the glide of your spit and his precum making the movement of taking him so much easier. He was so sensitive and he didn't know how much longer he could last with how fast you were going.

His groans grew louder and louder in volume, almost forgetting to muffle himself from accidentally being heard. Forgetting that while outside where everyone was, it was muted, while inside here, it wasn't.

His cock twitched in your mouth, giving you a warning he was close. You start to glide up towards his tip again, sucking on his head like a lollipop hitting the tip against your tongue repeatedly.

"Ughhh" His whining voice was making you too wet.

Your clit began to quiver against your panties, showing your body how excited it was getting.

You brought your hands up to wrap around his waist as he begun to push your head away as it was all becoming too much for his sensitive body to take.

But you wouldn't let him go until you made him come and savored every last drop.

So you sucked harder and harder until he cried for release, his legs shaking and his eyes squeezed shut as he came harder than ever in your mouth.

Out of breath and with your mouth still wrapped around him, he again tied to pull away.

"Ah, ah, uh baby I- I you can let go now," he whispered shyly, not knowing what to say.

You shook your head side to side as your slurped up all of his creamy release. And only then, when you were done and the last of his tears slid down his face did you let him go.

With your face flushed and your own tears wiped away, you smiled at him, zipped him up, and kissed his cheek while he stared at you in awe.

"You feel a little better, huh?"

His eyes were wide and his mind still buzzing from his high.

"So, so much better…thank you baby," he said softly.

He wrapped his arms around you and leaned down in your ear.

"Now let me show my appreciation."

He slowly leaned back and grinned at you, seeing that it was now your turn to be all shy.

"And how are you going to do that Mikey?"

As you were talking, he guided you to sit on his lap while he sat down in a chair not far from the microphone.

"Very carefully, don't you worry," he teased.

His arms wrapped around your waist with you facing the mic. He lowered his hands to your thighs, his fingers barely touching you, leaving you wanting more. One by one his fingers slipped in the middle of your thighs just a breath away from your pussy hiding behind your daisy dukes.

You were properly soaked now in your panties just waiting for him to scratch the warm itch inside of you.

"Michael, please don't leave me waiting," you mewled, squirming in his lap.

"I got you baby, I got you."

Wasting no more time, he unbuttoned your shorts and helped you pulled it down to your knees, his head over your shoulder looking down at your wet spot clear for him to see.

"You need my help now, don't you, honey?"

"Ugh, Michael, you know I do," your words slurred in anticipation.

He bit his lip as he glided his fingers in your underwear to touch your clit.

"God, you're so sweet for me."

Shaking on top of him, you covered your hand over his as he continued moving between your lips, collecting the wetness flowing out of you. Two of his fingers on each side of your nub moved at a pace that you could hardly handle. It was delicious, this feeling. Your moans started to float in the air as he began kissing your neck.

Fingers moving so fast and your heart about to burst, you couldn't help but lean your head against his and let him take full reign over your body.

The wet squelching noises of your pussy turned you on even more.

And just as you groaned oh so loudly, he finally slipped three fingers in you. His other hand holding you went to pinch your pebbled nipple in a tantalizing circle.

"Ohhhh, ohh, Mikey yes, yes give it to me."

Your moans bounced off the walls as pleasure all over your body had you shivering on top of him.

"Come on, baby, give me all you got." He couldn't help nibbling on your ear, seeing you lost in ecstasy.

He plunged his fingers deeper in your pussy, wiggling around to ring that button inside of you, and you just about squirted all over him.

"Ah, ah ahhhhhhh!"

Your eyes shut tight as stars clouded your vision, your body rising up from his lap as you came.

Flexing the last bit of his fingers inside of you, Michael began dragging his fingers out of your panties. Your eyes, still shut, felt his lips kissing your cheeks and neck, seeking your attention. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and out of breath, you looked back at him barely functioning.

Looking down at you, Michael cheekily asked how he did.

"Perfect," you mouthed back to him, speechless.

Nodding his head towards your shorts, you looked down and saw you made a mess.

"I think I did too."

'What a brat,' you thought, pinching his thigh while he laughed.

Patting your thighs, he helped you stand up as he went to get his jacket to cover you.

"I think I can finally finish recording now," he said as he attempted to wink at you.

"I wouldn't if you couldn't," you said right back, giving him a actual wink.

And just like that, the night came to an end and you were escorted out by flush faces you didn't process, still on cloud nine.

The next time you would hear from Michael was two days later when he asked you to turn on the radio the next day and listen in for his song before calling you back.

You were in your car driving until you heard the right station, pulled over, and listened to the beginning of the song he was struggling with. And as you tuned in you heard it, moans in the background, but it couldn't be what you thought it was. So you kept on listening then you heard it again, your voice playing right back at you.

Oh.

Sitting, face hot as the sun beating on you, you didn't know what to do.

So you did nothing but let the song play until a different one started. Mechanically, you pulled your car from the side of the road and sped towards Michael's house to give him the night of his life.

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the little mustache that michael had during thriller era >>>>>>>>> 🥺🫶

[boredpretty]

I had you then I lost you

Authors Note: SOOO tumblr wasn’t on my side and deleted the og post of this but I got a screenshot of the request. That being said I was so close to being sent into a psychosis with how good this ask was. So with the deleting and everything I hope you like this lol. Edited by @discojupiters

You remember it so clearly still. Your heart beating loudly. The smiles and shy glances in the music studio. The lingering looks to the grazed hands. Words holding too much truth being sung into the microphone. Loving Michael was a feeling you couldn't explain in simple words. Well, at least it was harder saying what it was like because you didn't have all of it. You weren't lucky enough to be blessed with him loving you in public. And that is why it's hard to be here at another award show, another person asking you to give all you got to an audience who would never fully understand.

All alone, reminiscing on what could have been; the what ifs.

"Ms., its almost time, please come with me."

Then just like that, you're guided to the side of the stage and that's when you see him.

Michael in all his glory, just as hypnotizing as last time, standing there also looking at you in shock. Clearly he wasn't expecting you to be here also, but when he really thought about it, why wouldn't you be? This song, the memories of creating it in the dim light, all of it leads right back to you. The person he loves with all his heart, but just not hard enough. Not enough to keep you from walking away.

"Okay guys, you'll be asked to walk on in about five minutes, please wait here."

You could barely hear whatever the stage manager was saying, the buzzing noise in your head taking over.

And then just like that, it was you two near the curtains ready to lay it all on stage.

"Hello Michael… it's been a long time."

"It has. Too long, really."

He couldn't help himself as he slowly looked you up and down. Your hair, your lips, the way your dress was flowing against your skin. You looked just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. And he didn't know what was more devastating to him, not being there to see you transform into the woman you are now, or the fact he had to think about a last time at all. 

So what does he do? He does what he always does, tug on your heart strings little by little.

"You look gorgeous."

"Michael…"

"I'm just being honest."

"Thank you." 

You tried to hide your smile. looking down at your feet.

Breaking the tension in the air, you were once again told to get ready to walk on stage. You tried to soothe your breathing as your body was beginning to fill with nerves. As you look at the two microphones on stage taunting you with there presence, you feel it, Michael's hands slowly caressing yours. Looking up, you see him nervously smiling at you. Seeing that smile of his, you couldn't help but let him hold you hand as you held his hand back. You both turned back together to look at the stage, smiling and anxious.

"3,2,1…you're up, guys," you hear from your right.

Then that's it, no more waiting, and you're both walking on stage together, the audience looking back at you in awe. Two legendary artists right in front of them about to give them the performance of a lifetime. A performance that'll be told for years to come as the very performance that set the standard for others. A chemistry in the air so clear for everyone to see but no one to quite understand how deep it ran.

As the lights lowered and the audience's cheers quieted down, the music started.

"You could be my silver spring,

Blue-green, colors flashing

I would be your only dream

Your shining autumn, ocean crashing"

And as you started singing, swaying to the music moving you, you glanced at Michael, making sure he felt every word you were saying.

"And don't say that she was pretty?

And did you say that she loved you?

Baby, I don't wanna know"

He stared right back and followed through.

"So I begin not to love you

Turn around, see me runnin' 

I say, 'I loved you years ago'

Tell myself you never loved me, no"

Your voices joined together as you stared into each others eyes, and you couldn't help but start to tear up as you remembered how hard it was to see him be seen with other women. 

But you couldn't stop loving him, you couldn't stop running right back to him. And that was sadly your problem.

"Time cast a spell on you

But you won't forget me

I know I could have loved you

But you would not let me"

Michael saw the tears and couldn't help but turn away. Scared and avoidant of his feelings as always. And that was his problem.

You walked towards him, your hand reaching out for his face, forcing him to accept it. Forcing him to accept your love. Forcing him to accept his feelings and let it happen.

"I'll follow you down 'til the sound

Of my voice will haunt you

Give it just a chance

You'll never get away from the sound

Of the woman that loves you"

He walked right in front of you and hugged you. Swaying your bodies side to side as the song ended.

"I'll follow you down 'til the sound…"

Michael, overcome with emotion, kissed your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, about everything"

"I know you are" 

So you kissed him right back like the fool you were….

[boredpretty]

Can you please do a Michael x Black Fem Reader, where the reader goes off on the interviewers when they start asking super personally invasive and weird questions?

So over it!

Authors Note: This was so fun to write I hope it is to your liking. So proud of the fact I was able to put out two requests the power of a cup of coffee and quiet lol. Edited by @discojupiters with that being said I hope you enjoy it.

You didn't want to do this interview in the first place. The harsh lights blinding you, the sound of so many people scurrying around you to do a million things overwhelming you, and don't even start on the interviewers themselves. The ones who can't help but ask dumb questions. The questions that left you feeling like you were in the twilight zone. The questions that no one was stupid enough to ask the way that they do.

But here you are sitting in a plushy chair giving the illusion of comfort. To get you comfortable and pliant so that they can strike you and break your spirit.

Why were you here again? Oh right, because you were in love and wanted to support your man. Michael had been through enough and you were sick of people using his kindness as a perfect opportunity to embarrass him. You had enough and when Michael brought up another interview that he was forced to do to wrap up the end of his tour, you said fine. You told him to do it with one exception. That you had to be there with him either in the interview or behind the scenes. 

And being the guy he is, he wanted you right next to him. 

So that's how you got in this situation to begin with.

"Okay, we're just about ready, everyone."

You hear someone call from somewhere not too far away. You turn to Michael and grab his hand to give him some type of assurance.

"Don't you worry, I'm going to be here the entire time."

He looks at you in admiration not just for being here but for the strength you had to have to ensure no one would even attempt to play in your face, sadly as much as others chose to do to him.

"I'm trying, baby."

"And that's all I want you to do, I won't let anyone be disrespectful, especially with me here. Your tour is over, you're not obligated to do anything more."

He nods his head as he smiles at you. The grip of his hand tightens around you.

"Cameras rolling in…"

You both turn to look at the beady-eyed interviewer in front of you.

"3, 2, and 1."

"Welcome everyone to 'Let's Review,' we are here with the world's most adored couple of our generation." 

As you're both being introduced, you prepare for the start of the questioning.

"Michael, I just want to start by saying what a wonderful tour you just had. How are you feeling?"

"Thank you, I'm feeling alright. I don't like to tour much but I always put my fans first so I'm happy to give my all for them"

You turn to look at him as he speaks passionately about his love of his fans. It's one of the things you admire so much about Michael. The love he has for others and his fans holds so much of his heart that you can't help but love his fans as well.

"Why don't you like to tour?"

You turn back to the interviewer hoping you weren't hearing anything passive aggressive.

"It can be a lot moving from one place to another so abruptly with little sleep but I do it anyways for my wonderful fans that support me. I—"

"Michael, would you say your relationship with your fans is unhealthy?"

You eye twitches as he interrupts.

"Um no, I love them and they love me. I do everything for them just as they do the same. They use their money and time to consistently support me. There are fans who been following my career since I was just a child. They mean so much to me and I want to show them that."

"Interesting."

There's a beat of silence that follows that leaves Michael shifting in his chair and looking at you. You're to busy looking at the interview to notice his glance.

"Next question," you say, cutting the silence.

"Right, I would like to actually ask about your guys' relationship. People are wondering how you guys do it. The constant distance, the lack of privacy. Are you guys intimate enough to keep your relationship strong and going?"

Michael stares at the interviewer in shock, his eyes no longer hiding how uncomfortable he is. He looks at you again and this time your eyes are already looking at him. Your eyes let him know that there is no stopping you now. 

He looks back in front of him as he sighs, shaking his head without trying to laugh.

"Why exactly are you asking? Are you trying to be a third?" you reply, shocking everyone around you, though you can't stop now. You're just starting.

You continue, "because if that's the case then I'm afraid to say for you but we're not interested, cuck or not."

The interviewer's eyes look ready to pop out of his head in embarrassment and shock, not expecting you to have responded in such a manner.

"Well…"

Michael is shaking in his seat next to you, his other hand covering his face in an attempt to hide his laughter.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson, I didn't mean to offend you."

"No, you just meant to make us uncomfortable, right?"

As you stare him down, the room suddenly doesn't feel as crowded, as if you're lost in your annoyance.

"Come on, baby, let's see what he has to say now." 

Michael whispers something only meant for you to hear, but the mic on his shirt captures the words anyway, letting everyone hear the amusement in his voice.

The shame of being called out live on TV left the interviewer to reel in the invasive questions and continue the interview respectfully, well, with a hint of a broken ego.

As the interview comes to a close and the mics are being taken, Michael helps you stand up and hugs your waist. 

"That was amazing," he whispers near in your ear, swaying your bodies side to side.

"It was nothing." you smile, looking up at him.

You gaze at each other, glad that all of this is over. You grin as you start to guide him away from the seats.

"Let's get out of here."

He looks down at you, biting his lip, letting you guide him. 

He was ready to show you just how amazing you were today.

[boredpretty]

HI POOKIE I ALMOST FORGOT TO SEND THIS but can u please write a smut where late 70s era michael and the reader are hanging out in his room and they're about to have sex so they dry hump each other as like foreplay but then michael gets over excited and cums in his pants just from the dry humping alone and gets super embarrassed by it??? 👉🏼👈🏼

He Was Overwhelmed

Warnings: Dry humping, coming in boxers? (Idk its smut lol)

Authors Note: Yes I do find it funny that they had to edit their own request heheh. With that being said story edited by @discojupiters . Also give me grace this is the first time I’m writing smut.😫🤭

"Shhh."

"I'm trying to, Michael."

Whispers and giggles filled the air as both Michael and you were trying to sneak up to his room, pulling on each others shirts and arms as you hold on to one another and creep up the stairs.

Seeing the door ahead just a foot away, you both scramble to get in, still high on the feeling of the chance of you guys getting caught.

As Michael closes his bedroom door, he puts his fingers to his lips and leans his head against the door, playfully listening for any potential footsteps.

"Is it all clear, Mikey?"

"All good, baby."

As you both stare at each other from across the room, you see it in his eyes, the determination to ravish you. His shyness slowly leaves him as he crosses the distance between the two of you.

"Well, come over here then," you say with your fingers moving in a 'come here' movement.

"I'm right here, darling."

The butterflies and anticipation for what is to come flutter inside both of you.

You close the gap and kiss him.

His arms wrap around your shoulders as he deepens the kiss above you.

Soon enough, you're both desperate for the other to take their clothes off. Your body's intertwine together, sitting on the bed.

Michael's hands frantically pull your top down as he kisses down your neck. Your hands move from his neck to grab the back of his hair as you continue to make out.

You abruptly push him down to be under you as you clumsily get on top of his lap and start to grind on him.

His breath begins to stutter as he grabs hold of your waist.

"I-I need you, I need you so badly girl."

"I need you too, Mikey. Why don't you show me how badly you need me, hm?"

The lace underwear that you wore just for him starts to grow damp as you slowly rub against his crotch.

His hands slither up your body to grab your breasts and squeeze them while he rocks against you, his face red from the close proximity to each other. His shirt is spread open, showing his lean, muscular chest.

He starts to slowly rub your nipples until their sensitive and sweetly abused.

"Oh, ohhh yes, yes that's it Mikey."

Your moans start to rise as you lift up and down faster on him.

"Ahhh ah—"

" I-I ugh wait, wait," he says breathlessly.

Michael whimpers as his arousal grows, touching in between the lips of your pussy. He continues to help guide you to grind against him as he stutters and huffs looking up at you. He's never seen something so beautiful, so enchanting as this moment. His eyes are eager to catch every moment of your pleasure.

You rub harder and harder and harder until you're so sure you're about to collapse and it's so exciting just how much you're consumed by his touch. The beating thump and warmth of your clit feels raw and so, so incredibly sensitive.

"Baby I-I think I'm going to—"

You're so lost in your pleasure you can barely hear him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lick his ear. And then, right then and there, he groans louder than ever and falls back against the bed.

You look down at him in confusion, still lost in the moment just on the brink of the start of more.

"Michael…Mikey, are you alright?"

As you look down, he turns his head away from you and removes his hands from your waist to cover his face.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

Still covering his face, he shakes his head left and right.

You pull his hands away from his flushed face, the heat of the moment now gone as you're confused on the change in behavior.

"I came…"

"Huh?"

He grumbles again and points his hand down.

You look down and see the wet spot on his boxers against his half pulled down pants. You can't help but slowly glance back up at his turned face, his eyes now closed in shame. Without meaning to, you start giggling until your full on laughing as you collapse on him entirely.

"Oh baby its okay, I'm glad you were so excited for me."

"Don't laugh," he whines.

Still giggling, you start to kiss all over his face, whispering how cute he is.

"Ohhh, come on sweetie it ain't nothing bad."

"Sure…"

Looking up at you and seeing you're not disappointed or mad at him, he begins to slowly smile and laugh along with you. Michael reaches up and caresses your cheek, bringing your face down to give you a kiss.

Your lips slide against one another as your breaths mix, his other hand rubbing your back up and down. As he pulls away from you, your lips still touching, he rubs his nose against yours.

"I was overwhelmed, you're too pretty baby," he whispers.

"Hmmm, is that so?"

He nods his head, shyly.

"Well, why don't you make it up to me? We still got time."

Grinning at one another, the night for pleasure truly has just started.

[discojupiters]

FUCK YEAHHHH MY FIRST EVER FULFILLED FANFIC REQUEST‼️‼️‼️

[boredpretty]

GUYS IM OPEN FOR REQUESTS/ASKS SO HIT MY INBOX UP. Also I’ll be doing a few requests at a time while I update my series

[discojupiters]

HIT MY BITCH UP WITH SOME FANFIC REQUESTS SHE'S REAL GOOD 🗣️

[discojupiters]

is it just me or does michael look 7 ft tall in this photo

[get0nthefloor]

GOOD NIGHT!

[discojupiters]

currently writing chapter 7 of pop dynasty and all i'm gonna say rn is when this chapter gets released, u guys are gonna wanna throw bricks at me

[mjamorne]

Disknees

[discojupiters]

can't have a disknees train without this one

[discojupiters]

listening to michael doing the speaking parts in the demo version of in the closet is the closest i'll ever get to knowing what having a raging boner feels like

[boredpretty]

Am I Scary?

Authors Note: Story is edited by @discojupiters . This is an alien inspired fic please don’t take anything seriously and get offended I know the Jackson’s aren’t god damn aliens. I’ll be including descriptive language for gore and blood later on so I’ll add that in the needed chapter in warnings. Besides that please enjoy!!

Fog covered the streets as Michael’s old school Cadillac was driving down the empty streets of his hometown. Harsh winds flowing brown crunchy leaves down the road, your hand sticking out the open window feeling the breeze against your skin. Your hair is wild and free, you feel like nothing can ruin this feeling. This feeling of all encompassing peace, true contentment.

You look to your left and watch how focused Michael is driving. He too seems to be in a state of undefeated calmness, His mind focused just on the road and getting back home. There was something about him, something magnetic and almost frightening about how otherworldly he was. As if he couldn’t be real, couldn’t be human, he felt one of a kind.

So sweet and understanding as if he knew so much more than everyone else around him. Not so much in an arrogant way but in a way as if he truly did know what he was talking about. That he wasn’t new to anything around him, You sometimes thought that he might be an old soul. 

But then he would do things like talk to animals as if they truly understood him. Look out for something in spaces where nothing was around as if he could see something you couldn’t and if felt like he was new to earth, analyzing everything around him. He was a very interesting man to say the least.

“Hey”

You blinked and focused back into the present looking into Michael’s eyes.

“I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes now” he laughs and smiles at you.

“Are you with me now or are you still stuck in your head silly”

You couldn’t help but laugh and look down in embarrassment. It was so easy to feel flustered when his attention was on you. His eyes felt as if they could see all of you, your soul and your heart. It made you nervous.

“Sorry, um yeah what is it you were saying?” 

He looks at you for a minute before grinning and turning back to look in front of him.

“I was saying that we’re about ten minutes away. I wanted to get you prepared, I know you were feeling really nervous to meet everybody.”

That was right, you were. You're meeting Michael’s family for the very first time, and the anxiety you felt of getting so many people’s approval, especially people in such a close knit family as his, was dawning on you since the week before when he brought this trip up to you.

You look back out the window as the perfect suburban houses pass you by, trying to find an answer that was both the truth but also didn’t make it sound like you were lying.

You peek at him in the corner of your eyes as you try and find the words. You startle in your seat a bit as you realize that the time you were trying to find something to say he was back to looking at you. He scared you sometimes. You didn’t know why. But it was as if sometimes you looked at him and everything about him would change and be amplified. His eyes and pupils would appear bigger, his smile wider, his hands bigger. And then you would blink and it felt like it was all in your head.

You felt like you were going insane most times. You should have taken the benzos like your sister told you too. But you were sick of the fact you had to rely on something like pills to function.

“Well…”

“Yeah that’s good, I’m looking forward to it” you reply as you crack your knuckles out the window to smooth your nerves.

Michael just shook his head as he was smiling and soon enough he was pulling up to his family's driveway. 

The feeling of peace has now left you as you look up through the gated driveway. This was going to be a long night, you could feel it.

Michael pressed the button on an old intercom box that must have seen better days once upon a time. The box seemed to rattle with static til it finally got connected. 

“Hello”

“Hey it’s me we’re here, are you gonna let us in or what?”

The crackling sound of what had to be one of Michael’s siblings answered back.

“Michael? You’re here?”

Michael looked to you with his hand both on the button still and the steering wheel as he rolled his eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. He turned back around and replied.

“Didn’t I just say that? Randy let us in.”

“Sheesh hold on”

Finally the large heavy swirly steel gates began to open wide ready for us to pull in.

As you guys were entering the property you looked around and couldn’t help but marvel at all the space just in the front of the place alone. It looked more like a manor than a house. The daunting size of it leaves you with butterflies in your stomach. The dark brown wood stands out against the warm red ones. A creaking porch chair swinging with the wind. Plants both flourishing and suffering seemed to be scattered all around the place as the car pulled to a stop not far from the door.

“Well do you like it?”

You turn to Michael and see him also turning from looking around reminding you he hasn’t been home in a long time.

“Yes it’s quite grand….everything, it seems”

“Yeah Joseph is very much a go big or go home kind of man”

Right, his father who you for sure were not looking forward to meeting after hearing the awful things Michael has let you in on about him.

“I can see that” you tease.

You both start laughing, til then it settles in that it’s time to go out. Michael, the gentleman he is, jumps out of the car to come and open the door for you. 

As you wait, you start to adjust your clothes to try and not seem as anxious as you are, pulling your brown leather jacket down and continuing to pull your shirt down as the door is pulled open.

“Ready?” Michael asks as he holds his hands out to help you down.

“Ready as I can be” you reply not being able to help and give a side smile.

“Don’t worry so much they’ll love you, my family is happy I’m finally bringing someone home. And I’ve talked about you so much over the phone they practically know you as much as I do.”

As you’re helped down the car you adjust your jeans as well, fiddling with the sides. 

“As much as you do, really?”

He looks down at you as he’s leaning against the door waiting for you to be done pulling yourself together. He nods his head and tells you that they’re new to this.

“New to this? What do you mean?” you say as you look up at him in confusion.

“I don’t know, meeting new people, they don’t get out much, too much to figure out you know.”

You didn’t quite understand still but shook your head in agreement anyways. 

After he closed and locked the doors you grab Michael’s hand and pull him to guide you to the entrance feigning your eagerness to meet everyone.

“Then let’s go and have a good time and show them I’m an open book, shall we?”  You say as you swing your hands back and forth.

“It’ll be a time all right” he laughs

You arrive at the large wood doors with weird stained glass embedded in them. As you try and fail to peek inside, Michael pulls back and forth the gargoyle knocker on the side.

As you stand and hear the sound of what seems like 100 locks being unlocked, the door is pulled open. Your heart begins to speed up and your hands start to sweat. It was as if your body was already preparing for flight mode.

“Welcome home”

Pulled back to the present you see an older lady standing to the side holding the door open. Her hair blow dried and her pearl necklace shining against her skin. You move from looking at her neck to find her eyes were big as well. Eyes pitch black and large pupils with a wide closed smile, you instantly knew where Micheal got his looks from.

As you shyly wave to greet her, your eyes drift to the side and behind her. Your mouth, open and ready to reply, quickly falls shut, as the words die down before you are able to speak as you look and see there are seven pairs of eyes crowding near the staircase and hallway staring you down.

The nervous sweat Michael must be feeling from your hands now starts to bloom also down your back. There were so many of them and as you glanced at each face you realized that it wasn’t even everybody. 

They looked you up and down eyes roaming against your body with their fixed smiles. Their hands holding one another in jittery excitement. You tried to remind yourself they were looking at you because they didn’t know you. After all, it made sense right, they finally get to see the face behind your name.

You finally found the words to say something and not just stand there like an idiot further embarrassing yourself.

“Um hi, it’s, it’s nice to finally meet everyone” you say as you let out a nervous laugh

Michael looks down at you for a second before removing his hand to go and hug his mom. 

He starts to introduce you as his arm is hugging his mom’s shoulder pointing at you.

You smile and wave again, trying to pull yourself together for what seems like a number too high to count. You really should have brought your medication. This is coming to feel like this night won’t end well for you.

“Nice to meet you” his siblings say to you interrupting one another, leaving you to relax a bit as they start to banter with each other with their mother trying to get them to calm down.

While you were staring at them, Michael came back to your side pulling you into his. He looks down at you rubbing his hand up and down your shoulder and starts to whisper near your ear.

“Well this isn’t scary is it?”

“No I guess not” you say under your breath.

“I told you there was nothing for you to worry about. No one is trying to scare you, if you're overwhelmed by anything we can just go back to my room. Yeah?”

You glance away from them and look up at him.

“Okay…yeah sounds good” you nod in agreement.

As Michael stares you down, tightening his hold on your shoulders, You turn around and look back at the door once again not being able to see through the glass. You’re far from home and something in your mind was telling you to leave. Your mind was telling you that no, you can’t stay, you need to go home and tell your sister how stupid you were thinking you were ready to take another step in this relationship. That it was getting too serious, that you’re not ready yet. 

But as you turn back around and look up at Michael, you think back to the five years you spent together, learning more and more about each other yet never enough. How you never felt this way about anyone else before. That no one could even hold a candle to how great of a person he is.

So you just smile, rest your head against his shoulder and look back at his family and this house, ignoring the aching feeling in your stomach and prepare yourself for what’s to come.

[leifsbubblebutt]

Bitches that say “believe the victim first!” Be the same ho’s that openly support and defend well known felons or people with allegations. Michael Jackson is a huge example. But that’s not a convo y’all bitches ready for

[melaninjoys]

[discojupiters]

i absolutely love what the biopic has done for the michael jackson fanfic community cuz before the movie came out, it felt like i could count the number of mj fanfics on tumblr with one single hand and now not only are we being blessed with fics of michael, jaafar, AND jermajesty, but we're also getting fics of diana getting her ass whooped and i think that's beautiful