#manager!michael jackson

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( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.5k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x gn popstar!reader: sharing the shower <3

       you and michael don't shower together often. bathing, maybe. but showering? not typically. it's not shocking for you to see your manager-turned-boyfriend out of the corner of your eye, slowly entering the bathroom with little more than just underwear. he comes in all the time ever since you moved in with him, freshening up by the sink while you're nude in the shower. nudity isn't always sexual, after all, and sometimes the best test of love is simply finding who you can be naked with. well, anyways, his entry isn't shocking. what is shocking is when he passes by the sink entirely, standing by the shower door and sliding his underwear down. his long and graceful fingers gently tug he waistband until the fabric's around his ankles, and he lets out a quiet huff as he lifts his legs to finally join you in the nude.

"gross, michael," you say playfully from inside, your soap bottle still in hand.

he rolls his eyes, opening the shower door. "it's nothing you haven't seen before," he points out, stepping in behind you. as he closes the door, michael explains, "just wanted to join you today. is that okay?"

"'course, baby." you smile, leaning over to kiss the edge of his lips. after squeezing the soap bottle to get your fill, you pass it off to michael, who quickly does the same.

there isn't much talking done as the two of you wash up, both of you content to just savor the silent domesticity of the moment. running water is all that can be heard until michael grunts, trying to reach the very middle of his back.

wordlessly, you circle around, gently pushing him forward so you could slip behind him. your lips find his shoulder blade first, kissing one of the non-soaped patches of skin there before you begin to wash along his back. as michael's body relaxes beneath your touch, you hum. "there you go," you coo softly, letting your fingertips run gentle trails all along his backside.

"you're tickling me," he murmurs, glancing over his shoulder with a small smile.

"i'm washing you," you correct him, "face forward, michael."

"yes, miss bossy." michael's head turns, his gaze focused on the wall in front of him where, above, the showerhead's fixed.

"don't start, mister childish," you retort, finishing up. your hands slide up, lightly feeling before rubbing along his shoulders. after pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, you murmur, "i love you."

"i love you more," michael replies immediately, turning around again despite your previous order. his gaze meets yours just as his lips start to pucker, silently requesting another kiss.

"i love you most, i win." you flash a grin before leaning in to grant him the kiss he's asking for. when your lips meet, michael's whole body adjusts, shifting and turning slightly so that he can get a better angle. water trickles down both of your bodies as you hold still, but neither of you mind, too busy enjoying each other's presence to care.

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been lwk craving domestic stuff recently so i whipped this up for later in reader/michael's relationship (intermission era). still not married but living like they are tbh. i'm also a sucker for people being naked together & not fucking LOL i think it's so cute...

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Im not totally sure if you are taking requests on your manager mj stuff, but I just had an idea for a fic if you'd wanna write about it! What if he helps you get ready before a big performance! Like helps you get into costume! Your work is literally so good :3

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.5k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader <3

       michael helping you get ready is nothing new. in fact, he's been (self-)appointed as in charge of helping you dress and undress for quite a while now. doting on you was something he'd done since the very beginning, his "managing" always tender even for that brief period when it truly was just professional management. still, you can't help but smile to yourself as he gets you dressed for this upcoming performance, his big hands carefully tugging tights up the sides of your legs as he kneels before you. the quiet that currently fills the room is comfortable, like the flickering of a candle in the background while you bathe; it'll go out eventually, but for now it's only adding to the atmosphere of the moment. his knuckles brush against your thighs as he pinches the thin material of your tights, sliding them further and further up until finally, they're on properly. a quick kiss is given to your shin before michael adjusts the tights, making sure there's no bunching, just a smooth cover of fabric over your skin. then, satisfied, he pulls back, tilting his head and glancing upwards.

his big brown eyes look upon you with curiosity and admiration, subtly tracing the shape of your lips as he asks, "all good?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding, "a perfect fit."

another kiss is given, this time to your knee, soft lips meeting only thin, red fabric and lingering for a moment anyways. "good."

helping you into pants, tights, and skirts is such a treat for michael, really. shoes, too— the lower half of your body is so naturally appealing that he can't help fawning over it, gently wrapping one large hand around your ankle to lift your foot just because he can (and also so he can help you into your heels). his thumb brushes along the bony "ball" of your ankle, caressing as he slides one heel on slowly, handling the pesky straps and adjustment clasps so that you don't have to. taking care of you like this is more than simple romantics for him. it's never been about control, as michael's too indecisive to dress you in that way— you've heard the sentence "oh, i don't know baby... you look so good in both..." more times than you can count!— truthfully, it's plain fulfilling, rewarding that special part of him that always has been and always will be a sappy fool when it comes to you.

"pretty, pretty girl," he whispers, flashing a small grin. the words work just the way he was hoping they would, judging by how you roll your eyes. "oh? is complimenting my girlfriend illegal now?"

"it's a felony, actually," you reply, doubling down by crossing your arms.

"no it's not," he laughs a little, lifting himself off his knee and rising to his feet. after leaning in and kissing your cheek, michael continues on, "i'll compliment my girlfriend if i want to. she's so pretty and so talented. i love her..." a soft, melodic hum leaves his lips before he kisses your forehead and cheek a few more times, peppering you in affection. "i love you," he breathes out, his hands moving to hold your waist, keeping you still while he continues pressing his lips against every inch of skin he can find. with half-lidded eyes, drunk off this sweet and loving feeling, your boyfriend loves on you until your cheeks are all warm and your lips are curled into a bashful smile. it's only then that he pulls away and helps you with your jewelry, grinning all the while.

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better late than never ahh post. genuinely i posted my last post, did my yoga, did like two errands, then fell asleep LMAO. but i like this, i think it's sooo cute him helping you dress i would write this prompt a million times just with diff articles of clothing and diff times of day like morning night etc whatever, i think it's CUTE! also my 1st manager!michael piece in a bit, ofc i'm still taking reqs for this concept bc it's my beautiful first born whom i'm very proud of.

i kind of wrote smth similar here but i hope these pieces aren't too terribly similar? and, anyways, i imagine this is like later in their relationship, prob like intermission era or ask & receive.

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oooo manager!michael helping popstar!reader try on some of her new stage outfits, and he can’t help get all touchy when he sees hints of your skin from the tiny pieces of clothing! 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.7k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader<3

       a soft gasp leaves your lips as michael lightly pinches the skin of your thigh. "hold still," he instructs for the fourth or fifth time, carefully adjusting your lacy, white garter before trailing his fingers down to tug up your sheer stockings. the entire outfit is cupid themed, a combination of pinks, whites, and golds that your manager has kindly agreed to help you put on properly. "there we go," he finally coos as he tucks the edge of your right stocking underneath that single thigh garter. he lets his hand rest in place, the pads of his fingers running warm against his skin, before he lets go.

michael doesn't stand. he keeps himself on his knees, gazing up at you. the skirt's already in place, short enough to show off the intricate pattern in the stockings along your legs but just long enough for it to still be considered innocent. "and to think they wanted you in something shorter," he muses aloud, glancing at the ends before reaching out once more to nitpick, "hm. let me see..." his fingers run along the material once more, then move to your waist; all you can do is watch, eyes focused on the black hair that covers his head, the ever-alluring slope of his nose, or maybe the pink of his lips. for your own sake, you never stare at any one feature too long. "does it feel okay? doesn't itch or anything?"

"no, michael, it's fine," you reply, shifting restlessly before you catch yourself and go still again.

"eager to move, hm?" he remarks, "just let me check one more time, okay, pretty girl?"

pretty girl... oh, how he makes you melt!

the man that you're in love with publicly, the ken doll your label handed to you and demanded you play with, has nothing on the man you're in love with privately. at least, not right now. not when michael's so close and your supposed boyfriend is so far (mildly busy with recording sessions for his upcoming album). it's ironic, how your most recent album is about love and now you seem to be caught between two loves that you're equally unsure about. one was built for publicity but sparked into something more, something you actually enjoy. the other? your manager, who's too busy muttering about the shade of pink your top is to notice that you're staring directly at his mouth. so much for not staring at any one feature!

"this isn't the shade of pink you wanted, is it? i recall it being a bit brighter." the words finally reach you once he speaks up a little. michael pulls back, standing up and brushing off the knees of his suit-pants. "i'll have that handled for you."

"it's okay," you manage, blinking a bit before recentering yourself into the present moment, "really, it's..." you take a quick peek at your own shirt, noticing immediately how the darker pink clashes with the aesthetic of the outfit. it was fine on the rack, blending in, but on your body? it's a bit too edgy for the whole cupid theme. "actually, no, yeah."

your manager just chuckles as you change your mind, "no worries. same shape, just a lighter pink. i'll label it as urgent; it'll be in before you even start your rehearsals later this month."

"thank you, michael," you reply, nodding your head.

he grins, "anytime, pretty girl."

your heart flutters, and you chastise yourself for it. you've got no clue that michael's doing it purposefully, testing the line to see how much he can get away with. as soon as michael realized that distancing himself from you when you wasn't an option (you'd missed his presence too much, a fact that always makes his dear heart race), he leaned into the opposite direction. pretty girl's been successful, and baby, too, so long as he uses it sparingly. all the touching seems to be marked as platonic. inviting you over for dinner doesn't seem to raise any red flags for you, either.

so you've got a boyfriend. what does that matter? have you ever listened to his songs? with all that you let michael get away with, it won't be long before he's telling your alleged "boyfriend" that you're actually his girlfriend.

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michael "i'll turn ur boyfriend into the side nigga" jackson... immediately loved this prompt and felt i had to use it in this way to showcase what popstar!reader's relationship w michael wld be like in this era of hers. idk it's very "do u want a young nigga ridin' on a four wheeler or u want a grown man who can drop pole in u???". i like writing popstar reader bc she's lwk a mess... i like to think she's less romantically attached to her "boyfriend" and more like platonically attached and shes just confusing it but she wants michael bad ughhh she just needs to journal i think that wld save her. anyways. ok like subscribe and stay tuned <3

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manager!michael letting reader drag him to her nail appointment before her pop up concert? he’s sitting there, signing autographs from all the girls in the salon while his sweet baby is getting her nails done. love ur writing! so much love xoxo 💋

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.7k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader <3

i'm imagining this occurring after reader's first ever album... it's a huge hit, making you an overnight sensation. concerts are planned right away! "drag him to her nail appointment" oh baby, he's the one who suggested the nail appointment! while trying on your stage costumes, you happened to glance at your nails, thinking about painting them at home. still unused to the amenities sudden fame provides, you keep quiet, making a mental note to yourself to handle it later in the week. little did you know, your manager, michael, made a mental note, too. note to self, take her to get her nails done.

the look you give him when he reminds you that the label can pay for your nails to be done as part of costuming is priceless. it's this gorgeous mix of both embarrassed and excited, sheepish and eager. your smile, small and shy, grows exponentially when michael offers to set up an appointment for you. "i'll join you," he adds all-too-casually, brushing some hair from his face, "just to make sure everything's proper. you know, that the nails match the outfits, that the appointment doesn't run long, that you're safe..."

michael really shouldn't be entertaining his crush on you like this, but he can't seem to help it. the two of you walk in together, both sporting chunky shades, and are sat side by side. his eyes are focused on your hands as the young woman working begins to check them over. he almost misses the way several other women have gathered around to peer at him.

"just a manicure," you say to the lady in front of you, "umm... pink. can i see your shades of pink again?"

"yes, miss," the woman replies, nodding her head before leaving to find one of the store's color palette books.

"you could have had an industry professional, if you wanted," michael points out as the lady walks away, nodding towards your hand, "there's no price limit to costuming."

it's such a bold lie that even you catch it, giggling and shaking your head before replying, "i've always gone here. i usually go for one of the colors i've memorized, but i wanted to see if they had any better pinks. something light, like the pajamas i wore in that one promotional photoshoot, remember?"

the promotional photoshoot, michael thinks... the one where michael first realized he was crushing on you, enjoying your attention far more than a manager should. "yeah, i remember. it was a beautiful color on you... very good for the promotional material."

the woman eventually returns, offering the palette book to you and watching as you search through the pinks. once you found a shade you thought was suitable, you told her the color and let her start working. meanwhile, michael sits right beside you, keeping you entertained through conversation.

correction: for about five minutes, he's able to sit beside you and converse. it isn't long before an older woman comes over hesitantly, asking quietly for his autograph. of course, he says yes. he's never been one to deny a fan, really. after that initial woman comes another, and a line soon forms by you and michael. people with half-finished sets of nails, people with nail tools still in hand, and even some of the workers from the pizza place next door; everyone's eager for an autograph.

a brunette woman around your age approaches shyly, smiling. "can i have your autograph, too, when you're done? i loved your album."

"me?" you glance over to michael, cheeks warming.

"yes, you," michael laughs a little, "go on, answer."

"yeah— yes, yes, i'd love to," you reply to the woman, nodding your head, "if you don't mind waiting, i'd love to. thank you."

"thank you, thank you," the fan squeals, beaming.

it's surprisingly calm, though that might be because security stands outside of the nail salon, now, making sure everyone behaves. michael called them in after a couple autographs, not for himself but for your sake. he hums, his right hand moving automatically to print his signature as he talks to you once more.

yes, he watched you get your nails done. yes, he still asks to see your fingers when you're done, gently taking hold of your hand and letting his thumb brush lightly along one of your knuckles as he admires the color paired with the tone of your skin. "looks good," he nods, releasing your hand, "let me pay, and then we can go." what? you really thought the label was paying? well, they probably could, but michael prefers to take care of you all by himself. always has, always will.

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ok this was very cute, very mindful. i don't have much to say, i just wanted to write something cute for reader & manager!michael so i went w first era/album bc yay and fun and fluff!!!! ugh this was rewarding for me, just a cutesy piece.

off topic, does anyone here do pilates or yoga? i do both, i try to balance my chronically online time with time for my body but oh my fucking god my pilates flow today killed me. genuinely like i can feel my butt and abs while im typing this <//3 im gonna have a snatched fall bc its TOO hot for me to be out this summer but good lord. yeah i'll be writing for reqs before work today bc my hands are prob the only part of me left that can still function right now. working out has to be a form of masochism or something im so serious someone research this.

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HIIII! oh my goodness your manager!michael x reader has me SICK its so good 🤤🤤

could i request something?

i just thought of this so forgive me if it’s bad

this most has to do with the fact in one of your posts, it mentioned that michael was his iconic self probably before becoming a manager yk?

basically reader is performing at a festival and ends up dressing up as one of michael’s iconic outfits ((MY FAV)speed demon (probably like spike),smooth criminal, remember the time, yk!) but it’s a little more in her style (probably a little more revealing haha) and michael is literally standing in the wings in AWE and like pulls her aside after and tells her how pretty she looked!!

probably takes place around the 2nd or 3rd album but it’s TOTALLY your choice!!! :)

i love me some older mj UGH he looked SOOOOO good i’m weak

HAHA THANK YOU!!!!

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   0.8k, fluff ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader <3

       michael really shouldn't have been surprised to see you dressed up in his image. the festival was a tribute festival, after all. for once, he let some of the details of management be handled by you and other members of your team, focusing instead on some minor details for your upcoming, yet to be announced tour. of course, the one time he lets loose of the reigns, you pull a stunt like this.

the stage had darkened dramatically, fog flowing from the sides of the stage inwards around your form. you stood still, posed with a hand along your hip before you hit a dramatic dance move. a dramatic, familiar dance move. then the notes played, familiar notes, played half-way before silencing themselves as the fog grew around you. in the midst of the darkness, you navigated the stage, performing a quick stage change before coming back to center and pointing up at the sky. the spotlights suddenly honed in on you, showcasing your entirely new outfit: a white fedora along your head, a white tie around your neck, a blue undershirt with a thinly striped, slightly oversized white suit jacket on top, white shorts that hug against your thighs, sheer white tights, and the most darling mary-jane styled black and white heels.

you don't give the audience— or him, for that matter— much time to react, capitalizing on the shock. reaching up, you tilt your fedora, lowering your hand to point out to the crowd. as the introduction for smooth criminal begins to play in full, you suck in a deep breath and start to dance alongside the music.

michael really shouldn't have been surprised, but he was. he still is! his jaw hangs for a moment before he rubs along his chin, turning his head to the side and glancing at the other people watching from the wings. his look asks, "did you know about this?" and in response, all their eyes suddenly find themselves preoccupied with other things. returning his focus to the stage, he begins to smile. "yeah," he murmurs to himself as you punctuate your dance moves, "oh, that was good... you hit that perfectly, baby." michael's singing along to his voice on the record by the time you're halfway through the song, unable to stop himself from dancing just a little in the wings.

after you finish the song, you wave and blow kisses to the crowd, even holding the hands of a few fans who paid for pit tickets. then, you give one last tilt of your fedora before walking offstage, where michael's already waiting with a smirk.

"you've got my attention, now," he starts, stepping closer to grab your waist, his fingers splayed along your outfit, "since that was clearly a show just for me."

"it's a tribute show; who else would i pay tribute to?" you reply, chuckling breathlessly before leaning in, "i'm just so thankful to you. i mean it."

"i know," he murmurs, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head against him, "you've always given me thanks, baby. so appreciative and humble... and sexy." the last part is murmured specifically for you as the hand michael left against your waist reaches down and pinches gently along your butt. "i like this outfit."

"i bet you do," you tease, pulling your head back some, "i liked the original, but this is much more me. i'd die out there dancing in suit pants."

"i'd save you. i'd run on stage and save you," he says immediately, grinning.

this earns a laugh from you as you reach up and wipe away some sweat. your chest still rises and falls dramatically with each breath, lungs eager to catch up on air as you shake your head. "i know, michael. i know you would." returning yourself against him, you tuck into his neck and shoulder, letting your nose brush against the skin there before you kiss gently. your voice is quiet, tuckered out, as you ask, "you liked the show?"

michael nods, letting his hands caress lightly. "i loved the show. i almost joined you halfway through."

"mhmm?"

"i never lie. c'mon, let's get you seated." with that, he begins to walk you to you designated dressing room in the back.

as you walk, you hum. "i was thinking of getting changed," you mutter, glancing up at him.

"uh-uh, i want that outfit on until we get home," michael murmurs in return, his eyes flashing with a familiar sense of want before he looks away, regaining his sense of professionalism. "it's a good look on you, that's all. the fans'll want to see it again, paparrazi pictures and all that..."

as if that's the reason why he wants it on. "uh-huh, yeah."

it's clear to anyone paying attention that michael just wants it on you so he can take it off himself!

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this prompt was rlly good, i loved it! i chose the look from smooth criminal bc i saw that tiktok ss and was like omg so cute! ofc like imagine it a little more elevated but i thought it was cute!

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( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   moodboard/textposts ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader: just a huge dump of textposts that remind me of michael and reader, sorted chronologically by reader's eras <3

cws: some of them get suggestive/nsfw but it's nothing detailed!

the relationship begins . . . debut album / hold the phone! era:

reader's new pr boyfriend poses a problem . . . 2nd album / miss connection era:

michael when it comes to ur pr boyfriend btw:

touring while loving on & off . . . 3rd album / honestly, era:

established career, established relationship . . . intermission/break era:

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author’s note )        this was just for fun, i think it's all pretty cute/silly, don't read too hard into it LOL. if i do this again in the future, i'll prob just do one or two eras at a time to fit more images in. i kind of like showcasing the story, though!

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( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   moodboard ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader: while taking a break from music, our little popstar has found herself enjoying the finer things in life (her kids, her husband, and her stardom) <3

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( ˶°ㅁ°) !!   moodboard ) manager!michael jackson x fem popstar!reader: with the release of miss connection, her second studio album, our little popstar has realized that love is more than something to simply sing about <3

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