“Mmph, baby you look so good.” Jackie praises, lip in his mouth as he presses a hand into your lower back, arching you deeper.
You whimper, hands gone clammy as they helplessly grip at the sheets.
He was tearing your shit up, strokes slow and controlled while he leaned down in your ear, kissing at your neck. Every touch you felt from him feels hot and overwhelming, and it doesn’t get any better when you can feel his abs rubbing against your back while he wraps his arm around your waist.
“Shit sigmund,” you sob, pushing back at his abdomen with your hand. You can hear him smack his lips and feel him grab your arm and throw it back towards your head.
“Don’t put your hand right here again.” He mutters before smacking your ass, causing you to let out a cry. “You gon’ take all this baby.”
You sob, hating and loving how you could feel all of him everywhere. He was going so slow, yet you felt like you were gonna cum with every stroke he made, completely on the edge.
“S’too much sig,” you whine into the sheets, gripping at his biceps. “I know baby, but you can take it. You always do.” He encourages, grabbing your jaw before kissing it.
When in bed with Jackie, it gets nasty. Real nasty. It just so happens to be “calm” today.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, biting at your ear. “Takin’ all of me so good, girl.” He hums, lifting up again to grip at your hips.
“You like it slow, huh baby?” He taunts, tilting his head as he sticks his thumb in your pulsing hole, lifting one of your legs to hit you to the hilt as he licks his lips. You moan as his strokes become even deeper, pussy stinging as it continues to stretch, never fully getting used to his length and girth.
“Yes— hnng, shut up,” you pout, fucking him back weakly causing him to hiss, smacking your ass and biting his lip before soothing the sting by rubbing your cheek with a smug chuckle.
“Mmfn-“ he grins. “My freak,” he praises with admiration, “My nasty girl.” Smacking your ass once more before slightly speeding up his thrusts.
He leans down again to kiss the back of your neck; completely infatuated with you. He was pussydrunk and he couldn’t care less, you just felt too good.
Yeah, you had this nigga hooked.
A/N: I don’t really fw this but I had to write something bc he’s so sexy that’s literally dada #istillwantthat💔
kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3
genre: fluff, one shot, domestic fluff, husband!michael, dangerous/HIStory era!michael
content: Michael and you attend the 35th Grammy's awards in 1993 in matching white outfits styled for turning heads. You two flirt and banter around with each other the entire evening. Michael answers interview questions and shows everyone how much he loves you. You two take care of each other after you get home and do your night-time routines together.
word count: 4.9k i'm sorry
warnings: slightly suggestive but safe to read, fem!reader, self insert reader so she's referred to as [reader], reader's race not specified, hair mentioned at the very end for one sentence, ass mentioned, feet mentioned, dirty jokes, showering together but no sexual themes, is too much fluff a warning? NOT PROOFREAD
original request by @0-n-1-x : hey!!! i LOVED your most recent fic, would you write something where michael and reader are at an award show? and he’s playing big guy all day but towards the end he finds reader and wants to go home and be kissed and cuddled! maybe even some teasing (from reader or like bill and quincy) angst fluff or smut is fine idc!
a/n: i did some research on what michael and janet wore this night, and looked up clips on his speech then took some creative liberties. please don't mind the inaccuracies. i tried to remain true to the source and i truly enjoyed writing this so much evidenced by how long it is idk how to describe clothes pls imagine whatever you want for reader but it's a long white dress i'm sorryyy. i also dk how to do fake interviews sorry if the questions seem dumb.
tags: @brownsugarletters @hannimite @cermoore @michaelssugarbby @miratate @liberiangirl7 @botdfaholic (lmk if you wanna be untagged)
“Hey ma, the car’s re- WOAH.” Michael paused in his steps after he opened the door to your shared bedroom, his eyes were as wide as saucers and the words dried up in his throat instantly as he watched you facing your vanity and fiddling with your earrings. There you were, dressed to the nines in an elegant white form fitting gown with a slit and classic sweetheart neckline that bared your décolletage teasingly, your skin appeared luminescent and makeup painted with great care. It was the eve of the 35th Grammy awards, Michael had two nominations and you knew Janet was going to present on stage. The pride you felt for both of the siblings was immeasurable and you were nervous but excited to attend with Michael. You looked at your husband, the two of you were matching in white ensembles. He looked impeccably dressed in a white military jacket studded with pearls, a bedazzled black band wrapped around the left sleeve of his jacket, with a pair of black trousers and black gloves adorning his hands, his shoulder length hair was in loose waves, and his pretty eyes were lined and smoked out. His stylists outdid themselves and you were immensely appreciative because they made him look so handsome.
You gave him a pretty smile through the mirror and turned around to walk to him, you fixed his hair before you rested your palms on his chest. “Go on.” you teased with a grin, the way he was looking at you sent your heart into overdrive. He sighed deeply, one hand reached out to hold your waist while the other reached to grab your hand and he pressed a sweet kiss to your palm. “You look absolutely stunning. Gimme a twirl, baby.” he crooned, as he raised the same hand over your head and you obeyed to spin in his hold. “Prettiest lady I ever did lay my eyes on.” he mused, he reached out to kiss you and you arched your neck back a little to avoid him, “Uh uh. Michael, I can’t mess up my makeup and we need to go.” you said in a half stern voice but he knew you didn’t really mean it. “Come on ma, just a small one? For the road?” he said, as he stared deeply into your eyes knowing you would give in before reaching to press butterfly kisses down the arch of your neck, deeply inhaling his favourite perfume on you, the one he gifted to you. “We have to go...” you whispered and your eyes rolled back, your voice didn’t even sound convincing to yourself as it trailed off while your neck fell back again and you gripped the lapels of his embellished white jacket. He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace before he reluctantly raised his face from your neck and gave you a gentle peck. “Do we really have to go? I just wanna stay home with you.” he said and gripped your waist tighter, almost sounding a little petulant. “Yes we do Michael, even Janet is going to be there. We need to support her.” you chastised. He hummed in half agreement before he let go to fix his gloves, and held out his hand for you “Showtime baby.” and you grabbed your clutch before you grabbed his hands, heels echoing through the house as you left.
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The limousine had finally reached the venue, there was so much chatter and chaos from the seemingly endless crowd outside, cameras flashing every millisecond, people holding signs, celebrities posing and waving as they walked down the red carpet. You rarely attended events like this because they usually lasted a long time and sometimes you would just feel drained from maintaining your appearance. This time you offered to attend with Michael to support him and to make a public appearance to shut down some not-so-nice rumours and outlandish speculations about your relationship. Your hands got a bit clammy in his hold, he gripped it a bit tighter before pressing a kiss to the top of your hand, “You ready, angel?” he asked softly. You took a deep breath and took a look at his face to calm down your nerves, his eyes held no judgment and he sat in the car patiently. You gave him a firm nod with a smile, “Let’s do this.” he smiled back, “That’s my girl.” he put on his signature shades before he turned to Bill in the front and politely told him the two of you were ready to go.
The camera flashes seemed to be as fast as the speed of light before the car door even opened up fully. The crowds and screams from the fans became louder, the photographers and paparazzi shouted out his name for him to slip for any juicy piece of information to twist to fit their narrative on the tabloids as soon as Michael stepped out. He paid them no heed, waving with one hand for a bit before he turned back to the car to hold your hand as you stepped out of the car then he simply moved your arm to rest in the crook of his elbow. Nothing could describe how insane the atmosphere became, everything seemed to magnify tenfold as soon as they all saw you stepping out of the limo. You showed off a confident smile on your painted lips with him, avoided the camera flashes burning your eyes and the barrage of intruding questions to the best of your ability as you both walked across the Grammy’s red carpet to the small stage for the pictures. The two of you posed, confident in the knowledge that you were one of the most dazzling couples of the year, your man was incredibly proud of how you were handling everything and taking the atmosphere in stride. “You’re doing great, baby.” he said in your ear which made you smile wider and lean your body a bit closer to him as he pressed a kiss to your temple and held your waist with one arm, and the cameras were even more blinding and the cheers were deafening. Everything felt like a blur, time seemed to slow and speed up at the same time. A few minutes later, with your ears ringing and what felt like a hundred camera flashes per second, Michael led you inside the venue.
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“Michael! [reader]!” you both turned towards the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name as you both were standing a bit idly after entering the venue. “Janet!” you squealed as both of you quickly walked to hug one another tightly. “It’s so good to see you.” she exclaimed while still hugging you and you parroted the same sentiment. “You look stunning. The suit looks so chic! And your braids!” you complimented after letting go of the hug but still holding onto her arms. “Says you! You look beautiful, like a swan.” she bounces back. Michael, on the other hand, was standing still with his hands behind his back, “Ladies, I’m right here, y’know.” You giggled and Janet playfully rolled her eyes, “Hello to you too, I guess.” before she reached out to hug her dear big brother and he also laughed. “I’m excited to watch you present on stage, and I’m so proud of you Janet.” you said in admiration and she thanked you sincerely. Michael excused himself to go speak to Quincy and Teddy in the distance while you animatedly chatted with Janet.
He finally came back to you, and he led you towards the front row reserved seats. After being seated, you made sure you looked presentable with the slit on your dress and Janet still hung around a bit. Michael sat next to you holding your intertwined hands on your thigh and he rubbed his thumb over the top. “You two are so sweet together, it’s almost sickening.” Janet commented with mock disgust and you felt your cheeks warm up under your makeup while Michael laughed jovially while he lifted your hand to place another kiss, “Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Janet playfully rolled her eyes again, “Honestly, I’m going to get diabetes.” After some more talking, and watching a few of the awards being given out, Janet finally had to make her way backstage to begin her presentation. “Alright, you lovebirds have fun.” she said, you exclaimed, “Good luck Janet!” and Michael waved her off.
A while later, Janet finally walked across the stage to make her way to the center of the stage and you cheered and clapped louder than anyone. She subtly adjusted her in-ear microphone and she stood holding a trophy, looking very proud and like the epitome of class. Janet’s voice rang out clear and confident; not once did she stutter as she delivered her speech on how much she cared deeply about and loved him in front of the hundreds of people watching in the venue and potentially thousands watching the broadcast on their televisions. The camera panned to his face and he smiled shyly before it grew and he blew a kiss, Janet looked incredibly giddy knowing everyone was cheering for him. She explained how Grammy awards are given out to legends and used Michael as an example then allowed a video to play- the video showcased his achievements, bits of his music videos, the people he was involved with and clips from his tours. “Now I am very happy to present the Grammy Legend Award for 1993 to my big brother, Michael Jackson” Janet said with a 1000 watt smile. The camera panned back to him wearing another shy smile, you clapped loud next to him and smiled, trying not to draw too much attention given it was his moment but your intentions were flung out the window as he reached over to give you a peck and a tight hug which you reciprocated with no hesitation.
He stood up, looking every bit graceful and masculine in his regal attire as he walked up to the stage to receive the trophy and blew a kiss to the crowd (actually you) before hugging Janet. Michael stood behind the microphone stand and smiled, “I love you too.” and there were a bunch of women screaming from the crowd. “I hope this puts to rest another rumour that has existed for too many years.” he said and reached out to give Janet a side hug as they smiled wide at the camera. To you, they looked 20 years younger at that moment like two siblings just happy to participate on picture day. Michael delivered a heartfelt speech about rumours surrounding him, his strict upbringing and lack of a childhood transitioning into his career, what he hoped to deliver with how he creates his music, his self-expression, he talked about how he admired children and how they’re able to remain playful and innocent about life. For a beat he was quiet, you could see a pang of sadness flash over his face as he collected his thoughts before continuing his speech. He ended his speech and thanked God, children including sick and deprived babies, his parents, his siblings especially Janet and he expressed how proud he was of Janet too, everyone who has contributed to his career including Motown, Quincy Jones, Teddy Riley, his godson, Sony, “And finally, the beautiful woman I love the most and am proud to call my wife, [reader]”. The camera panned to you but you paid it no mind as you stared at him smiling wide with teary eyes, you blew him a kiss on the stage which he noticed and gave you a smile. You quickly grabbed a tissue from your clutch to dab at your eyes gently. He finally got off stage and made his way back to his seat, back to you so you hugged him and kissed his cheek, “I’m so proud of you, baby. I love you.” and he replied with the same. “I’m so ready to leave.” Michael groaned and you shared the sentiment, you were getting tired but there was still the rest of the event to sit through.
After the awards were distributed, Michael and you quickly went to the conference area for more photos with his new shiny trophy, you opted to stay out of them this time. The interviewers and paparazzi were all vying for his attention for juicy gossip.
“Michael, how would you describe your relationship with [reader]?” a female interviewer asked. Michael answered with a smile, “We’re deeply devoted to each other and our relationship is unshakeable.” He then answered some questions about your and his styling process and credits for the night.
“Michael, being the King of Pop, how does [reader] deal with the consequences of your fame?” another piped up almost immediately. Michael answered, a bit sensitive to how blunt the question was but took it in stride, “I don’t like calling myself famous. I believe I was born to create music and heal the world through my craft. I know I have a lot of eyes watching me and people looking up to me. I would never put my wife in harm’s way, and I would do absolutely anything to keep her safe. Even still, [reader] is extremely strong-willed and brilliant, and she has adapted to my circumstances and my chaotic life, and she has stood by me through thick and thin throughout our relationship. I am forever grateful to her.”
“Michael you’ve been married for almost a year now but you still have the rest of the Dangerous tour left to go, have you considered starting a family?” This made Michael smile shyly, “My fans are also important to me so I am taking preparations for the tour while also spending time with [reader] because we decided to enjoy more time together, but I would like to have children someday, God willing.”
“How many kids do you want?” soon after another interviewer asked. Michael laughed a little before waving his hand in a ‘no’ gesture, “As many as my lovely wife is willing to give me.” after which his eyes drifted to the side where you were standing off the stage and smiled mischievously and you playfully rolled your eyes with an exasperated smile.
“I will not be taking any more questions, thank you and have a good night.” he bid farewell then he made his way off the stage and to you. “Let’s get outta here mama.” His voice seemed tired and impatient, as he, once again, allowed you to hook your hand through his folded elbow before leading you to the car.
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As soon as you both got in the car, the partition went up thanks to Bill, Michael took off his gloves, you kicked off your heels and began taking off your own jewellery and gently packed them in some leftover tissue before placing them in your clutch- those earrings were making your ears sore and you were feeling the beginnings of a headache. “I never get used to these events.” you groaned as you slumped in your seat, Michael felt sympathetic so he bent down down to grab your calves, the sound of your dress swishing filled the air as he pulled them over his lap, he began to gently massage your feet. You let out a mewl, “Oh my god, that feels so good.” After a few minutes of silence, the calm settled a bit over the car as you simply enjoyed the ride a little bit, he continued to massage the arches of your feet as you basically melted into the leather. You pulled your feet off his lap and he looked at you confusedly and you smacked your thighs, “Come. Lay your head down, baby.” and he wordlessly shifted in his seat, albeit a bit awkwardly with one of his legs folded on the seat and the other on the floor before he laid across the seat so his head rested on your lap. You began to drift your fingertips through his scalp with gentle motions, careful not to press too hard and he groaned deeply while looking up at you like you hung the moon for him, “Thank you, baby.” You simply booped his nose in response to which he giggled. You continued to rub at his scalp, close to his eyebrows a bit and his temples to alleviate the tension. The rest of the ride descended into a tender silence as the car gently rocked on the way home, he dozed off on your lap and you continued massaging him as you watched the various colours whirring past your window, not having the mind to wake him as he looked too peaceful and too adorable especially considering his trouble with sleep anyway.
The car finally stopped outside the mansion, you gently stroked his cheek and shook his shoulder a bit, “Baby? Wake up, we’re home.” his pretty eyes slowly opened as he hummed before he sat upright, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You rolled your eyes, “Michael Joseph Jackson you did not just apologise for dozing off on your WIFE’s lap.” He laughed and muttered a quick “wait” before he got out of the car and ran around to open your side of the door. You were about to get out before he stopped you, he grabbed your heels with a finger hook, then quickly reached down to grasp your legs and placed an arm behind your body and before you know it you were getting carried bridal style, mindful of the slit in your dress. “Michael! I can walk! They’re all staring!” you exclaimed but you gripped him by the shoulders tightly, referring to Bill and the security personnel. “Let them.” was his simple response. Michael turned to them, still holding you in his arms and your face was basically steaming and you also said thank you before quickly moving your head down in embarrassment, he said, “Thanks Bill, thanks guys. Have a good rest of your night.” They were all grinning, enamoured with you two and happy to see their boss happy, “Thank you and good night to you too Mr and Mrs Jackson.” one of them responded. “Try sticking to just sleeping tonight, lovebirds.” Bill called out, suddenly and you heard someone cough, presumably to hide a laugh. Michael only giggled and you gasped in half outrage and half embarrassment, “Bill!!!” to which he responded with a bark of laughter, “Just kidding kid!”
He began walking across to the front door slowly, his grip on you was secure, “Alright, you can put me down now.” you said and he just tutted you before he continued to walk, “Just let me love you, woman.” You said nothing in retaliation, content in his arms. The moon was shining brightly, the manicured gardens were beautiful and the outdoor lighting lit up the path. It felt like you were in a fairytale with your prince. “Reminds me of our wedding day.” he reminisced happily. You only buried your face in his neck, feeling shy, “It was a beautiful day.” Michael nodded, “You made it beautiful.” and you responded with a kiss to his cheek. After a few beats of silence and walking, he had the sweet idea to spin around while holding you, your dress swaying out, you squealed, your giggles rang out into the breezy air and held onto him tighter.
Finally, he reached the door without any more incidents and put you down gently on the welcome mat before he opened the door, you stepped in first and Michael followed, he placed your shoes down and took off his own. Both of you were utterly exhausted and happy to be home after such a chaotic event. Events like this didn’t just mean attending, getting ready, preparations, organising security, interviews, photographs, networking, sitting through the event, going through different procedures- it was all draining. You both walked to your shared room together while stretching some sore muscles, Michael had already shrugged off his jacket and unbuckled his belt on the way while you began slowly emptying out your clutch. You two began methodically placing your belongings where they belonged in the room. You tried to reach for the zipper on the back, it was stuck. “Baby, can you please unzip me?” you motioned to your back as you turned around and he wordlessly obliged, gently unzipping you as his fingers grazed your bare skin sending goosebumps across. The effect his touch had on you would never disappear, your body was attuned to his. You muttered a quiet thank you before you let the dress fall and stepped out of it now clad in your underwear. “You go shower first ma, I’ll wait.” he said and you frowned, “Don’t be silly, join me.” You waved him over as you walked to the bathroom. He wordlessly obeyed as he began undressing himself and left his clothes in the laundry basket. You turned on the shower to warm up the water then used the toilet to do your business. You had dated and now you were married, both of you had seen the good, bad and the ugly so nothing affected either of you. Michael followed soon after and began washing his face to remove his makeup. After he finished, you also did the same.
The two of you took off your undergarments before stepping under the warm shower stream. Together, you both stood under the steady stream of warm water, both of you releasing deep sighs as your chests rose then fell in sync, simply letting the water run over your heads to rinse off the day as you just stood in silence for a few minutes. He reached for your shampoo bottle to squeeze some onto his palm then rubbed the liquid across both his hands, “Let me, baby.” You smiled at him gratefully before turning your back to him and slightly laid your head back to which he began to press his fingers and palm through your scalp, evenly distributing the shampoo to lather and he massaged your scalp deeply. Your eyes closed at the feeling and you could feel the headache slowly dissipating. He then moved you gently so your head fell more central to the shower stream and began washing away the shampoo foam with his fingers. You finally turned around to face him and reached up to press a soft kiss to his lips, you hummed in pure bliss, “Your hands are magical.” He grinned deviously, you couldn’t see him but his motions paused, “Oh… I’m sure they are.” he said and then promptly smacked your ass. “Michael Joseph Jackson, you will behave.” you turned your face halfway to look at him with one stern eye. He giggled a bit before he stifled them and nodded, “Yes ma’am.” but his eyes still held mirth. You then also reached out to grab his shampoo to squirt some of it onto your palm and motioned for him to turn around. He ended up sitting down on the shower floor so you would have an easier time, “Maybe we renovate the bathroom so there’s a bench here or something.” and you hummed in response, a bit mindlessly before you began to demonstrate the same care and massaged the shampoo gently into his scalp, taking care not to rub too hard at the top of his head, you cleaned around his ears and behind his neck. You tapped his shoulder for him to stand up and he began to wash off the suds off his scalp. He leaned to give you a small peck before muttering a quick thank you.
You both grabbed washcloths each and began scrubbing your bodies with soap simultaneously, “Can you do my back, please?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, he simply turned around after handing you his soapy washcloth, you grabbed it and scrubbed a bit aggressively, making sure to get the sides and the tops of his shoulders, cheekily moving down to scrub his cute booty with a grin. “Naughty you.” he teased in a sing-song voice but didn’t complain. He rinsed off quickly under the shower then motioned for you to turn around after taking your washcloth from you and putting more soap on it, “Your turn, baby.” You turned your back to him and he began to scrub gently, it barely felt like he was scrubbing. “Go harder.” you demanded and he giggled, “Definitely heard those words before but in different circumstances.” You gasped and your hand automatically reached behind you to smack his abdomen, “You’re so shameless.” but your voice held no anger. “Only for you, ma.” he responded lovingly, before obliging and scrubbed harder. Both of you had finished the rest of your shower routine together, and again stood under the stream for a beat, the warm water was comforting as it soothed your aches and pains. You reached out to him first as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he also reached out to hug your shoulders, you rested your head on his torso as he rested his head on top of yours under the pelting water.
After a few more minutes of just embracing each other and enjoying the intimacy, he turned off the shower and reached out of the shower door to grab your towels, he handed yours and you both dried off subtly before stepping out to dry off completely. “Here let me.” you grabbed his towel from his hands and motioned to his head, he walked out to the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed and you began carefully drying off his hair with the towel. You then pulled out matching comfortable silk pajamas for the two of you and you got dressed together. Both of you roamed around the room and bathroom doing your nighttime routine. You walked to your vanity and grabbed the hairdryer, plugged it in and sat at the little chair and turned it on. You saw Michael moving to you in the reflection which made you pause and wordlessly hand him the handheld device and he smiled before grabbing it from your hold. He stood behind you and patiently made sure your strands/braids were dried and not damp, careful to not go too close to your scalp. The heat and his fingers in combination felt so good on your scalp, you felt drowsy and you released a small yawn, unable to hold it. “All done.” he said with quiet pride as he turned the hairdryer off, and you got up to grab the hairdryer from him, “Sit.” He hesitated this time, “It’s okay baby, you go to bed I can do it myself.” You gave him a deadpan look, “I wasn’t asking.” He held his hands up in mock surrender with wide eyes and he teased, “Someone’s bossy.” You huffed, “Well don’t test me and I won’t be.” Michael bit his bottom lip a bit before grinning like the cat that got the cream, “Nah I’ll keep doing it, you’re sexy when you boss me around like that.” and that shut you up but you still gently smacked his shoulder in retaliation. You turned the hairdryer on, since his hair was only shoulder length, his hair was quick to dry and it only took a few minutes. His hair looked like a lion’s mane, fluffy and adorable so you combed it down to tame it. You then put on your bonnet as the final step.
“Alright, finally time for bed.” he said as he got up. Clearly he still had a lot of energy because the next thing you know your world turned upside down as he bent down to haul you over his shoulder, blood rushed to your head a bit which made you shout, “MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON! PUT ME DOWN!” and he said a quick “Ok” before he plopped you down on the plush bed. You quickly scrambled up to grab his pillow and threw it at his face which he half blocked with an arm but he still went “Oof”. “That’s what you get.” you huffed before crawling under the duvet, he was giggling but followed soon after, the two of you instantly gravitated to each other as Michael slid an arm under your neck to wrap around your shoulders, you rested your head on his chest and tangled your legs with his. He rubbed his thumb in circular motions over your shoulders, while you traced random shapes on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Michael’s music was dear to you, especially the ones written about you but his heartbeat was also one of your favourite songs. It didn’t take long for sleep to call your name, you felt as though you were slipping into dreamland so you reached down to press a kiss where his heart vaguely was, “G’night, love you.” to which a sleepy Michael kissed the top of your head and responded, “Love you too, baby.”
The next morning, the tabloids greeted you and the two of you made front page headlines with a prize-winning photograph titled, “KING OF POP AND HIS QUEEN GRACE THE 35TH GRAMMY’S RED CARPET IN MATCHING LUXURY!” You read the title and your eyes lingered on the photo on the front with a smug smile. Maybe your life was a fairytale after all.
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call me crazy but him being overprotective about his fans is so hot, like it shouldn’t be hot but it is hot. i know his voice was probably sharp and deep as fuck here too.
Not to make light of the situation but if anyone knows about that emoblackthot Twitter situation, even though this situation is extremely different from emoblackthot’s situation; the two of them cosplaying as a black woman is still disturbing. That’s the only thing I can relate it to. I’ve had so many conversations with my hgs about digital blackface and how it damages black people, not just the fact our trust has been ripped away from us but the fact that other people feel so comfortable doing that. If you have to put on a “show” to gain an audience that IS a caricature. I don’t care for the excuse of, “Oh, I didn’t know.” You absolutely did, which is why you did it in the first place.
Tricking who knows how many people because of the aesthetic of your account and you possibly using AAVE/Ebonics, especially at a time like now where everyone treats it as internet/gen-z/tiktok slang and not an actual language with history and black American culture behind it, is disgusting. It is offensive, what you are doing is distasteful, and what you have done is absolutely unacceptable.
I’m frustrated even more because I’ve dealt with something like this before. It’s frustrating as a black woman because you’re thinking you’re finding new people to build a community with, someone who has the same and similar experiences as you. Only for that to be a lie, there is no excuse for it. It’s a mockery towards black people, that’s exactly what it is, a mockery. Because if you really care about black people you would have never done that, never. These actions are a form of racism to some extent, there’s no way it isn’t, and someone might try to tell me no. But racism doesn’t always have to be someone blatantly using a slur to another person, racism is so broad and so embedded in society.
Racism towards black people is deeply embedded, so when people who pretend to be black on social media, it’s sometimes not taken seriously like it’s supposed to be by other communities outside of the black community.
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