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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 again 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 interviewer 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.

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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.

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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….

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What awaits in the dark moodboard!!!

Masterlist

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Welcome to my masterlist!!!

Michael Jackson:

(What awaits in the Dark)

Teaser

Moodboard

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

(Am I Scary?)

Moodboard

Chapter 1

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delusional. 20. horror lover. pisces. intp. obsessive. Sadé.

canelés. soulaan. applehead’s wife. coffee. daydreamer.

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What I Write & Rules

I write:

One-shots

drabbles/blurbs

Depending on what it is ill do a series

Fem reader

Male reader

Gn reader

character x character

Fandoms:

DC

Marvel

Anime ( Mainly for JJK )

OBX

AHS

Sinners

The Backrooms

The Jackson’s ( Mainly Michael )

Anything I know so just ask and If I know it ill give it a shot

Rules:

No scat or piss

No minors

No minors engaged in any type of age gap

No age play

No incest

I’m pretty open so just ask and I’ll give it a shot

BE respectful, And ask me whatever, request or not this is a safe place to vibe

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Soooo I need help should I do an epilogue for what awaits in the dark or should I continue the series with another chapter. I’m going to be also posting the start of the alien Michael content tomorrow!!!!

Future of what awaits in the dark

Epilogue

Chapter 3

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