In which, Michael visits New York with his loved ones in the hopes of temporarily escaping the demands of celebrity. Rather, he meets a singer at Rey's Lounge one rainy evening whose voice he can't seem to get rid of.

𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? ... (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴) ... 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 Aiyana Walker has only ever had one dream: founding a fashion house that held its own in a world run by the likes of Chanel, Dior, and Versace. Growing up in Harlem, while taking care of of her 2 siblings and overbearing mother, the cards in her deck were almost certainly destined to fail her. But in walks in the quiet and calculating Michael "Twiggy" Jackson, an entrepreneur at heart, who sees in Aiyana his better half. With his "get money" attitude and her drive, he's convinced they could build an empire, just for themselves. The world can be theirs, but it's ride or die, baby...

At thirty-five, Imani Bailey has a flawless professional record and a completely non-existent love life. As an elite child development specialist, she's spent her career managing the households of the ultra-wealthy. As a proud NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth), she's spent her life guarding her independence, completely fine with the fact that she's never been in love. She isn't looking for romance, she's looking for her next paycheck. ​But her latest contract takes her far beyond the usual corporate elite. ​Hired under a strict, multi-million-dollar non-disclosure agreement, Imani is brought to a heavily fortified estate with one directive: establish routine and act as a human shield for Prince, Paris, and Blanket.. the children of Michael Jackson.

𝓘𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓱𝓮'𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓨/𝓝 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮- 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭, 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓭𝔂, 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓹 𝓶𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓭, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵'𝓼 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰- 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼𝔂, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂- 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻... Michael Jackson Thriller Era 1983 Werewolf AU

"Are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" It was a man's voice I didn't recognize and the greeting caught me off guard. "I-I'm sorry? What'd you say?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear as if staring at it would bring another person on the line. "I said, are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" He repeated. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling nervous. "I-uh...I think I have the wrong number?" "No one deliberately dials this number just to say that. Spread your legs and touch your pussy. I want you to finger yourself and place the phone between your legs. Let me hear how wet you sound." He said, voice lower now. More demanding. I had to catch my breath. In a shaky voice I managed to get out "No, I'm serious. I really do think I have the wrong number." I sat up and glanced around my room. The walls here weren't thin, they were thick and the rooms were placed further apart from each other. Still, I was paranoid that someone might've heard the conversation. "Oh-Jesus. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you have the wrong number? This hotline isn't in public phone books. It's listed in erotica and p*rn magazines." Oh god..... _________ It's the winter of 1983 and 19 year old Ayelani Mayer, a college freshman is preparing herself for final exams. She, instead, accidentally dials the number of a sex phone operator named Michael. A 25 year old single man living across states who fulfills the fantasies women have until they cum. Ayelani was in need to vent and stress relief. She found it elsewhere other than the schools hotline. And that was Michael teaching her how to have sex and fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. #4 in sugardaddy! 08/06/25 #1 in mjperv! 08/24/25 #1 in moonwalker! 08/28/25 #1 in mjfan! 09/26/25 #1 in thriller era! 10/03/25

Set during the BAD era, when the nights feel longer than the days. The world saw Michael Jackson as untouchable. She only saw the man who came into her diner after midnight looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. He saw her as the waitress who helped him vent, little by little. - IMPORTANT: English is NOT my first language, please be kind! The fanfic is purely fictional and meant for entertainment only so the character of MJ may be sometimes not so close to the reality. This story contains mature themes and adult situations, I'll be mentioning that with this: ⑱ at the very start of the chapter. I USE NO AI FOR MY STORY.

naomi has heard the rumors. she's heard the stories of people disappearing, bodies drained of blood. but the man under the monster isn't at all who she expects. vampire michael au x oc this work is purely fictional but may make references to real events from michael's life.

Michael Jackson didn't love. He owned. He didn't ask. He commanded. He didn't break hearts. He broke people. Heir to a bloodline that devoured industries and swallowed nations whole, Michael didn't inherit wealth, he inherited dominion. Casinos. Airlines. Networks. Malls. Banks. You didn't rise without kneeling to a Jackson. And no one knelt deeper than the women in his bed. He wasn't a man. He was a storm in a suit. No affection. No mercy. No limits. His world was built on silence, bruises, and obedience. And when he was done with you? You disappeared. Then came her. Ruby. The daughter of the woman who once slept with his father and almost burned their empire to the ground. Now she stood before him--broke, alone, drowning in debts she couldn't pay. He should've walked away. But cruelty always had a price. And hers was submission. One year. No limits. No safeword. No freedom. He would erase her debts. Rebuild her failed legacy. But in return--she would surrender everything. Her body. Her will. Her pride. She said yes. And when he discovered she was untouched, innocent in every way? It didn't soften him. It challenged him. Because now, he wouldn't just own her. He'd destroy her. And she'd beg for more.

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love letter to 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 in the form of a 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. for those who just can't stop loving him. ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: 𝐛𝐚𝐝 era michael jackson imagines, chronologically connected & (sometime) inspired by real-life MJ events, after you met him on the 1984 grammys night.