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⤷ ゛ lil’ mustacheˎˊ˗
pairing: m jackson x black!fem reader
WC: 213
era: THRADDDD.
a/n: just a lil blurb of the reader loving that stache 🫦
this is the fifteenth kiss you’d planted on michael’s face and landed right on that little bit of peach fuzz above his lip. you couldn’t help yourself. his tiny mustache made him fine….cute wasn’t even the right word for it.
you were straddling his lap, your hands cupping his face making sure he stayed put. michael’s hands gripped the sides of your thighs as he looked up at you.
“b-baby, please…” he laughed, smiling so hard his cheeks were starting to hurt. he didn’t think you’d like it this much. “does it really make a difference…?” his voice came out soft, almost shy. you nodded immediately.
“m’so serious, it does.” you bit your lip. “makes you look a lil’ grown.” a laugh slipped out of him, he wanted to cover his face, but his hands were full. “grown?” he repeated.
“mmmhm.” you leaned in, pressing another quick kiss right against his mustache. “got me over here admirin you...” his hands squeezed your thighs a bit out of pure nervousness, and he tried to look away, but your hands kept him in place.
“ya’ know…” a devilish smirk spread across your face. “i could bleach that without any products.”
“bleach?” he asked, blinking his doe eyes in confusion.
BABY, BE MINE .ᐟ ── .✦ thrad!michael x black!reader
Your fiancé Michael takes you shopping because why not?!
Warnings: just cutesy fluff, kisses and more kisses, & he’s very silly.
“Okay, what about this one?” You ask, smoothing your hands down the baby pink dress as you turn toward the mirror in the dressing room.
You and Michael were at the mall today! Well— this evening, since he made sure it was vacant so the two of you could spend some alone time together.
Michael looks up at you from the mini couch in the dressing room, a smile on his face. “That’s very pretty, baby. Even prettier on you.” His eyes running over your figure in the mirror.
You smile, getting so hot and bothered, you can’t help the way your face heats up.
You’re giggling to yourself out of pure appreciation for Michael. You loved him so much; you don’t know what you’d do without that man.
“Thank you, stink,” you turn toward him, showing him the full view of the front of the dress now.
The spaghetti straps, the bustier bralette that practically makes your cleavage sit up perfectly, the way the dress hugs your body, and the little lacy ruffles at the ends.
“You think..the cleavage is too much?” You question, running your hands over your chest and down you’re body with a sigh.
Michael just sits there for a second, staring you down through his Wayfarers as he rests his back against the wall.
“No,” he answers simply. “It’s cute on you mama, get it. Put it with the other dresses on the rack.” He gestures to the rack that’s literally overflowing next to the mirror.
“You’ve been saying yes to every dress I’ve shown you Michael, s’too much!” You throw your arms to your sides with a grin.
He hums, hands rubbing against his thighs. “Yeah? You look good in everything baby. S’your fault.” He teases. “I really like that one. It’s so pretty,” he blinks, eyes roaming you again.
“Pretty please get it?” He tilts his head, eyes going back to yours.
No other man would be this excited for you to spend his money like this. Nobody but Michael.
You let out a soft sigh, so content with him. “You so sweet, Mike,” a smile gracing your face as you walk over to stand between his legs—his hands immediately flying up to hold your waist, feeling you and the fabric.
He pulls you closer toward him, looking up at you as he bites his lips.
“Cmere,” he says softly as he pulls you down just enough to bring a kiss to your lips. And then your cheek, then the other, then your neck, then your lips again.
You giggle, squirming a bit. “Stop it!” you squeal, smile big as ever.
“Mm-nn.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he kisses your lips forreal this time, a hand cradling your face.
You pull away for a second, thinking about how Michael loves to just spoil you with no hesitation. Not even spoiling you, just taking care of you without second guessing it, and finding enjoyment in his lady just being beautiful.
“Okay, okay,” you huff playfully. “I’ll get it. I was going to anyway.” You roll your eyes.
Michael snickers, happy that you finally confirmed that you’ll get it. “Good.”
You fully pull away, starting to take the dress off, but Michael’s pulling you back. “Wait, wait, gimme another one..” he murmurs, hand around your wrist.
You let out a sigh of fake defeat, practically melting as you look at him. “Michael..” You smile stupidly, intertwining his hands with yours.
“Please baby? Just one more..” he begs, pulling you back between his legs and into another kiss. “S’one more, I promise..” he mutters against your lips; more so like he’s convincing himself.
You whine into the kiss happily, about to get carried away before Michael pulls back. “Okay,” he smirks. “All done.”
“Such a tease..” You shake your head with a soft huff, very flustered as you start to take the dress off and begin to put your clothes back on.
When it’s time to pay out front, the two of you keep laughing and running away from each other in the store, Michael’s hands full of the outfits you tried on.
“Okay stop so I can pay!” His smile bright as he jukes your hand that was close to grazing his neck, and walking up to the cashier putting the clothes down on the counter.
You let out a soft huff as you calm down, standing right next to him as he pays; like some kid waiting for candy. You watch the total continue to go up as the cashier rings everything up, Michael not flinching even once at the price.
Good thing it was all cute!
“Baby,” you call out, looking over at him. “Hm?” he responds as he pulls his card out.
You just stare at him for a moment, soft smile on your lips. “I love you so much.” Eyes falling back on his. You can see the way his eyes sparkle and the way his face heats up with admiration.
“I love you too, my lady.” He replies softly, planting a kiss on your cheek. “More than you’ll ever know.” He smiles, bringing your hand up to kiss the heart shaped diamond on your finger.
You can’t help it once you start to pepper his face with a bunch of kisses, hooking your arm with his as the bags are handed to you two.
But he asks Bill to carry them. Along with the other girly bags he was currently holding that belonged to you.
The three of you walk out the shop, looking around before Michael points to Victoria’s Secret further down the mall.
“If I get there before you, I get to pick what lingerie you get,” Michael bets, glancing over at you as you two walk.
“Hm. Okay.” You grin. “But if I win,” you point. “I get as many pieces as I want.” Eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Fine.” He shrugs with fake nonchalance before instantly sprinting off.
You gasp, immediately following after him. “Michael!” You shout. “You cheated, you didn’t count down!” You exclaim as you laugh.
He laughs as he runs, glancing back at you. “Whatever, bighead! You just slow!” He teases.
Bill watches you two run off like some kids, sighing as he stops in his tracks. “Damn bags heavy as hell.” He huffs, shaking his head before continuing to follow close behind.
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Michael Jackson Eras ⋆.˚
beyonce!reader who released the partition music video as her relationship announcement. suggestive content ahead.
"hey everyone! today we're on the set for partition and i'm super excited." you smiled at the camera michael had focused on you, he wanted his own 'behind the scenes' of this iconic moment in the making. "show us what you're wearing baby." michael instructed and you put your hands on your hips, twirling for the camera. "this is my first outfit. we've got this stunning diamond corset, it's really heavy but it makes me super snatched." you explained, looking down at yourself before looking up at michael behind the camera. "this is the sexiest thing i've ever seen." michael whistled, zooming in on the detailed corset you were wearing, making you laugh and look away.
"how long do you think this shoot will take?" michael asked, panning the camera back up to your face, "well, we've hired everything for three days, so i'm hoping we can finish it within those three days." you winced, "but i have a very specific creative vision for this video so i hope everything can just go smoothly."
"it will baby, i know it will." michael softly said, you smiled at him, covering the camera lens as you got closer to him, going on your tiptoes to kiss him. "you know how i know you're excited?" michael asked as you pulled away, moving your hand away from the lens.
"how?" you cocked your head to the side. "you let me kiss you with your stage makeup on." he chuckled, making you laugh. "well we need to practice for our scenes together." you playfully winked, michael laughed, "i don't think the camera knows yet, but i'm going to do my girl the honour of being in the music video." michael explained as you nodded along.
"basically, this is gonna be the public's first time seeing us together." you summarised, an excited grin on your face. "let's hope it all goes well." michael chuckled, you shrugged, "why wouldn't it?"
"our first time being seen together includes you in lingerie, us making out and touching on each other before you then dancing on a pole for me." michael winced, "it's definitely one way to announce a relationship."
"chill out, it's called art." you sarcastically said, making michael chuckle behind the camera.
it was day two of filming and it was finally time for you and michael to do your scenes together. you stood on set with your red bottom heels, in a black trench coat and almost nothing underneath. "action!" the director called out before partition started playing. you posed infront of the camera as a black car slowly pulled up behind you, its tail lights accentuating your figure.
the car came to a stop and you slowly unbuttoned the coat, revealing a set of black lingerie underneath. the car door opened and out came michael in a black suit. you fought hard to stay in character and fight off the smile that wanted to grow on your face.
the next scene involved both of you in the car. once the director called action again you latched yourself onto michael's neck, his hands ran down your leg before he burst into a fit of giggles and the director called out cut.
"michael, you can't laugh!" you whined, sitting back in your seat the makeup crew rushed over to fix your lipstick and wipe the stains of michael's neck. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry angel, it's just so weird doing this in front of an audience." michael laughed, covering his mouth as the laughter flowed out.
you rolled your eyes at him and once he eventually calmed down everyone got back into their positions. "we ready?" the director asked, but everyone knew the question was mainly directed at michael. "yeah, we're good."
once the cameras started rolling again and your cue came, you draped one of your legs over michael, kissing his cheek then his neck. from the corner of your eye you could see the camera right infront of you and you couldn't help but to giggle, you pulled away from michael, shielding your face in embarrassment and when he saw you laughing, he couldn't help but to burst into his own fit of laughter. "cut!" the director called out again, a small smile on his face as he watched the two of you childishly laugh. yet again, the makeup crew rushed over to fix your lipstick and wipe the lipstick stains of michael's neck.
"michael! you can't laugh!" you said through laughter, michael covered his face as he tilted his head back, "it's your fault, you were laughing!"
"the camera was right next to me, what was i meant to do?" you giggled and michael shook his head, exasperated. "okay, seriously this time. third times the charm."
you let out a breath, preparing yourself. "just keep your eyes shut." michael pointed at you, you smiled and nodded, getting back into position.
once your cue came again, you leaned over, kissing michael's neck as his hands trailed up your thigh and reached across to grab your ass. the camera grew closer to you and you opened your trench coat further, michael's hands trailed up to grab the underside of your boobs before turning and kissing you fiercely, you two made out for a few seconds before the director yelled out, "cut!"
you hesitantly pulled away from michael, covering your face in embarrassment. "we are definitely making a statement with that one." michael chuckled.
when partition came out - it sent waves throughout the media. everyone was surprised to see you release such a lewd song. since the music video was deemed explicit, mtv and other music stations could only stream the song after nine pm.
but what they were even more surprised to see was michael jackson in the video. it became an argument whether you and michael were acting or if this was a real moment caught on camera.
what the song also helped to do was eliminate any rumours regarding michael as gay or asexual.
"did you see the way he was looking at her? that man ain't gay, he's just very down bad for one woman and one woman only!" one magazine said, they had described partition as a taboo yet ground breaking, iconic moment in pop culture.
and when you were asked about it a week later in an interview to promote your song and upcoming album?
"so, you and michael? can we get an official statement from you regarding your relationship status with him?"
you playfully rolled your eyes, "me and michael are just friends." you jokingly said, laughing when the interviewer raised a sceptical eyebrow at you, "no, i'm just teasing. michael and i are very much in love. sorry ladies." you winked at the camera teasingly.
Thrad era will always have me on a chokehold.
Hiii!
I have a req! I was wondering if it was possible for you to write something based on the making of “we are the world.” Reader is another popular singer in the 80’s and is pretty popular. Since she’s so popular, she was invited to lend her vocals on the song. She and Michael have met before, and are friendly acquaintances. When they see each other during filming/recording, and are stood next to Michael, they immediately fall into banter all night.
Thank you soooo much!!
you know what’s weird, i actually was daydreaming about this a few weeks ago..𑣲⋆
thriller!michael x singer!reader
summary: during the making of we are the world, michael and you, a famous singer in the 80s, grow closer together
reader is stepping in place for diana ross
michael walked in to the large rented studio, his belt buckle clinked as he walked, scanning the room full of artists and producers through his aviators.
his eyes locked onto your form sitting in the back corner of the studio, your manager sitting beside you as you held a mug in your hands.
a smile grew on his face as you were one of the only people he closely knew in the room and was someone he would call a friend.
he walked up to you, passing greetings to anyone he walked past before standing infront of you, waiting to catch your attention.
you turned your head, eyes locking on michael and gasped, suddenly shooting up and wrapping him up in a hug.
“michael! it’s so great to see you!” you said, pulling back but keeping a hand on his arm.
“it feels like we haven’t spoken in so long! how are you doing?”
“ah, it’s been great actually. i just finished my last concert in london yesterday and flew straight here ‘cause i couldn’t miss this” you giggled, moving back to sit down again.
you were only three years younger than him, but you were almost just as successful in your musical career. after your first single on your second album had skyrocketed to 3rd overall on the billboard charts, before being pulled in all directions to feature on peoples songs like david bowie, paul mccartney and chaka khan.
michael turned to face the room, body still tilted towards you
“well i think they are nearly ready to start the song”
you hummed, motioning to the mug in your hand.
“let me just finish this throat coat and warm my voice up because after last night my voice is wrecked”, tilting the cup and getting the last dregs of tea, grimacing at the taste.
the guy behind the camera began to signal that he was about to start the recording for the music video.
you slid into the spot beside michael, placing the headphones onto your ears and readjusting the microphone to your height.
michael turned towards you, smiling at you and passing you the lyric sheet which had your lines highlighted in pink pen.
clicking sounded from the headphones, allowing the artists to get accustomed to the beat. the artists dotted around the room who weren’t singing yet quietened down, going over their lines silently.
once the music began to fill your ears, lionel richie’s voice sounding melodic with the backing, you began to groove to the music. your leg bounced on the floor, your head moving with it.
michael caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, turning and looking at you. your eyebrows were furrowed and lip slightly curled as you felt the music.
he snickered, the sound penetrating the headphones you were wearing, as you looked at him and saw him laughing at you. you giggled quietly, moving over to hit his arm lightly before redirecting your attention back to the sheet.
tina turner started singing, signalling to you that it was nearly your turn. once billy joel and tina turner finished their parts, michael’s pre-recorded voice began to sing the beginning of the chorus.
you turned to him, giving him a thumbs up with a playful proud look and he reciprocated it, laughing as he did so.
you gripped the right headphone with your hand, facing the microphone as you began to sing your part.
‘there’s a choice we’re making’
‘we’re saving our own lives’
michael’s pre-recorded voice filled your ears once more as you sang your duet part with him.
‘it’s true, we’ll make a better day’
‘just you and me’
you added a slight riff to the end, head tilting back and eyes shutting as your head slightly shook to get the right vibrato.
the music stopped, the artists beginning to clap for the beginning part of the song was done. your eyes opened to see michael looking at you, clapping in your direction. you mock bowed to him before giggling and taking off the headphones, balancing them on top of the microphone.
sitting on the couch now beside kenny rogers, you chatted quietly about upcoming projects and random musical detours whilst the other singers got set up to sing their parts.
michael stayed in the middle, coaching huey lewis on how to sing the next part, his raspy voice travelling over the noise to you. looking at michael’s awkward ‘yeah that’s as good as it’s gonna get’ face, it made you laugh, pointing it out to kenny who also laughed alongside you.
once the music started again, your foot started to tap against the floor once more. michael sang his part, his voice the only thing echoing in the room without the headphones on.
the melodic sound quickly disrupted by huey’s throat-scraping voice. due to you being sat at the side of michael, you could see michael’s eyes, the exasperated look forcing you to stifle a deep belly laugh.
once the recording was over, michael walked over to you, dropping down in the place kenny formerly was. he slightly lowered his glasses to look at you, his eyebrows raised,
“that felt like talking to a brick wall”
you laughed loudly, glancing at huey before turning back to him, “you tried your best”
it had been approximately three hours since you had stepped into the studio, a slight heat lingering even though the air conditioning was turned up.
everyone was now stood together in front of the backdrop with the USA for Africa sign. the conductor began to count everyone in as the music began.
you stood beside michael, your hands both on your headphones and in your pants pocket. you both seemed to groove to the beat exactly the same, almost as if you were clones of each other.
the conductor instructed everyone on their parts, you being one of the people who sang the lyrics instead of harmonising. as everyone got into the swing of the music, the recording already beginning, you grabbed michael’s hand, lifting it in the air as you swayed side by side.
halfway through, you released that you couldn’t hear michael’s voice but his mouth was still moving. you turned to look at him, putting your face infront of his and putting your ear near his mouth, signalling you couldn’t hear him. he smiled, pushing you away to your own spot as you laughed.
once everything was wrapped up, it was about 9pm. grabbing your bags, you and your manager began chatting about the project and the little promotions you would have to do for the song.
michael had gone to quincy at the mixing table, listening to the song in full. his eyebrows were furrowed and his fingers tapped on his chin as he listened.
he suddenly shot up from being hunched over the table, quickly snatching the headphones and shouted over,
“y/n!”
you turned, looking for the voice that called your name before locking eyes with michael.
he waved you over, telling you to hurry with his hands.
walking over, your bag hung low on your arm, confused on why you had been called over.
“listen, i was just hearing the song in full and something’s missing.. and i need you to do some ad libs on the track”
“are you sure, michael? i don’t want to ruin it…”
he looked at you, exasperated at your words,
“are you serious? ruined? your voice is exactly what this track needs!”
you deliberated in your head, already super tired from the long day and the travel from one continent to another.
eventually you had agreed, slipping into the booth with the headphones and bopping along to the beat.
quincy’s voice filled your ears,
“i’m gonna play the song towards the end and i need you to just go with the flow, okay?”
you put your thumbs up, already in the zone.
you added your own little touch whilst also trying to keep the songs own beauty. singing an echo of the ‘we are the world’ and adding your signature riff to the end.
by the time you were finished, michael was nodding happily, a huge smile painted across his face.
taking that a sign to exit the booth, you opened the door and walked into the main studio, looking towards michael and quincy for feedback.
“that was… amazing! what i visualised in my head is what you just did in there”
giggling, you walked over to quincy, asking to hear the song.
once you heard the ending of the song and you were happy with it, you turned on your heel towards the door.
“i’m gonna get going now, it was lovely seeing you all!”
michael quickly walked over, wrapping you in a hug and kissing both cheeks whilst you did the same.
you both swayed slightly side to side before he pulled back,
“thank you so much for working on the song, i know it took a lot for you to get here after your concert, so it really means a lot”
you slightly pouted, putting your hand over your heart.
“i’m happy that i got to participate in this, so thank you for the opportunity. i’ll see you soon, i think we are both going to be at the mtv awards, yeah?”
request: michael and reader deciding its time to start a family (post bad era, once he’s finished with the tour) so she goes off her birth control and tracks her cycle. then once she’s finally ovulating after a couple weeks and Michael is ALL OVER HER
(& even though they’ve been “practicing” baby-making for weeks waiting for her fertile window he knows instantly its different)
yep this is absolutely fire THANK YOU so much
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙔𝙚𝙩?
Warnings - implied sex, heavy petting, pregnancy
Bad era Michael!
No specific characteristics
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“Baby?”
Michael spoke softly, knocking on the bathroom door. You had been in there for quite some time. You had taken one of those ovulation stick tests, wanting to see if you were ovulating, but you weren’t.
You put the stick down, “Come in!” You shout as you look up to see him.
“Doing okay? What are you doing?” He asks, slightly concerned.
“I just wanted to see if.. well if i’m ovulating.” You say, gesturing to the stick.
He hums, picking up the stick. It said negative, which meant you weren’t ovulating.
Michael had mentioned countless times about wanting, needing to start a family. You knew from the very start of your relationships that’s what he wanted. You felt terrible for disappointing him. You remember when you told him that you were on birth control, his face consisting of slight disappointment, but also understanding.
But the thing is, he always knew what phase of your cycle you were in. Some people would say it’s weird, but it made him attentive to your needs. Whenever you were on your period, he knew to bring you a heating pad and chocolate. When you were in your luteal phase, he knew not to argue with you. It was great, honestly.
Since you had gotten off your birth control around 3 weeks ago, you’ve been trying almost every single night for a baby.
That’s why two weeks after your period, Michael started to want you all the time. and i mean ALL the time. One late night after you both had dinner and a shower, he pounced on you, kissing you deeply, almost harshly, as his hands wandered everywhere. Between your thighs, up your breasts, around your neck.
You pull back slightly, “Sweetheart, what’s the rush?” You chuckle under your breath, looking at him.
He pulls back slightly, “You’re ovulating, (Name). it’s the perfect night.”
You look at him, confused. You hadn’t even known you were ovulating.
“Wait, wait, wait, how do you know?” You ask curiously.
“I just.. I just know. It’s radiating off of you.” Michael laughed softly.
You shrug, who were you to deny sex with your husband?
He guides you into the bed, hovering over you as your hands roam his back. Michael groans softly into your mouth as he presses his hard-on against your thigh.
The night moves on, and after multiple rounds of sex and dozens of positions, you finally lay next to him as you catch your breath.
He couldn’t stop smiling. “I know it’s going to work, I just know it!” Michael says with a boyish smile on his face.
You chuckle, patting his arm.
The next month, when you get.. well, when you’re supposed to get your period, you don’t.
You immediately tell Michael, who starts screaming, “WHAT!!” excitedly.
You immediately go buy a pregnancy test, and to your surprise, you are indeed pregnant.
When you tell Michael, he starts running around the house, screaming of excitement. “I’m gonna be a daddy!!”
He stops infront of you, “Are you sure?” He asks, even though you both are sure.
You nod, which fuels another trip around the house.
You giggle, watching your grown ass husband scream and run around.
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A few months later, you both walk into the house after an appointment, where you finally saw your baby girl growing inside of you. Michael hadn’t stopped crying, looking at the sonogram of the baby.
“Honey… please stop crying, you’re making me want to cry.” You say, looking at him as your hands gently rub your stomach, which is now slightly bigger and with your belly button ever so slightly protruding.
Michael looks at you, his cheeks wet from his tears. “This is my baby. Our baby. I just can’t believe it.” He chokes out, his arms going out to hug you.
He was more emotional than you these days.
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