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DEE — 24. she/her. intp. ravenclaw. scorpio.
18+ only blog — mdni
🪐 : michael jackson, f1, dr who, harry potter, jacob elordi, jermajesty jackson, jaafar jackson, shakespeare— hamlet
master list — requests: always welcomed! but click here for a quick note
none of my writing may be used to train ai
🪐 — so the odyssey was fucking insane. my favorite movie of the year and probably my favorite nolan movie. absolutely incredible and moving— cried wayyy more than i thought i would
🪐 — seeing the odyssey today, so if you see me post a greek mythology michael jackson au that’s why (i also feel like he would’ve loved percy jackson)
WAIT SPEAKING OF!!! what house do you think michael would belong to if he was a demi-god?? calling all pjo fans!!!
🪐 — seeing the odyssey today, so if you see me post a greek mythology michael jackson au that’s why (i also feel like he would’ve loved percy jackson)
🪐 — florence is my second favorite city i’ve ever been to (next to boston) and feeling parasocial here but knowing i stood/walked through the same place as michael jackson is making me hyperventilate a little (i know millions of people have been to the galleria d’accademia but still) like i stood right there. i have been where he stood.
the passage of time is such a weird concept to wrap my head around
the photos at the bottom are mine from when i went last year!
🪐 — turned off my anon messages for my inbox since for some reason a lot of people want to be assholes today 🤍 maybe it’s the mercury retrograde
that being said for fic requests— if you’d still like to remain anonymous whenever i get around to answering/posting, i can make the post separately and just include a copy of what the request was asking— just clarify for me in your request if that’s what you prefer
i still have a massive amount of requests already in my inbox that are anon, so i’ll get around to those eventually
🪐 — the way people make this app so unenjoyable to be on. it’s annoying the way my motivation immediately fizzles out. i had so much i wanted to try and write today
nuance is a forgotten practice apparently
why do you equate asexual people with being less of an adult? I can find you a thousand dirty ass smuts written by literal virgins lol. why would you be mad if Michael was on the ace spectrum, he would still be attracted to women just not very sexual all the time or care about it as much as you want. and him being a seductive dancer wouldn’t mean he was a player either lol
where did i say that? i said i see people often treating michael as if he were a child, that had quite literally nothing to do with asexuality— just because i talk about both things in the same post doesn’t mean im equating them
🪐 — question for the masses, im wanting to write some angst where one person is having a panic attack and the other helps them come down from it.
but should it be reader having a panic attack or michael? i feel bad making it be michael bc i want him to happy in every universe but idk 😭
also what era?
🪐 — HELP my mom is so unserious. yes mom let me just casually hit jude bellingham up. why didn’t i think of that? (i appreciate she thinks i have game like that)
🪐 — gonna blast closer by nine inch nails while trying to finish this fuck ass werewolf! michael fic
“i wanna fuck you like an animal” promise?
🪐 — me when y’all call me “mama”
🪐 — saw a post on tiktok where someone is dying on the hill that michael was asexual or had a low libido…. genuinely concerned on their sense of judgment bc how
i lowk love requesting from you (even tho its my second time) bcs youre SO ACTIVE !! but i cant remember if i req this from u or a different mj writer whoops but i keep thinking ab reader like seeing mj in his infamous gold pants for the first time and catching absolute print and mj’s like his shy self like “yeah they hug me kinda tight there hehe” hol’ time this man aint wearing NUTHIN under those pants 😭😭😭😭
( ˶°ㅁ°) !! 0.7k, nsfw ) perv!michael jackson x fem reader: this concept but w perv!michael (i've been reading a lot of perv fics lately don't @ me) <3
perv!michael trying on his gold pants for the first time and knowing immediately that he's going to drive you nuts with them. he plays into his usual shyness at first, his expression sheepish as he comes out of the dressing room.
"so, what do you think?" he asks, walking over to you. he's subtly grinning, arms out to show himself off to you as if he isn't wearing the most tight, "leave nothing to the imagination" ass pants known to mankind. he's even got the audacity to start dancing, unaware of how your gaze is fixed on his clear dickprint.
"they're shiny," you manage, swallowing before forcing your eyes up towards his face. "kind of um..." you trail, gesturing vaguely towards your own pelvis.
your boyfriend glances down briefly before he looks back at you again. the smile comes out in full along his lips, although he keeps it bashful for now. "yeah, they kind of hug me there, don't they?" he murmurs, "but, it looks good otherwise, right?"
"yeah, yeah," you nod, stepping closer to examine the rest of the pants. everything else was fine, the golden material clinging to his thighs and calves in a way that made him look a wrapped present. it looked good. "they're not bad pants," you add, "just... kinda tight there."
he's got the audacity to make you stand in front of him as he dances in his pants. testing, he calls it. torture is what you would name it. "tell me if they tear, okay?" he instructs, his voice all soft and sweet before he starts his routine. after about two casual moves, perv!michael grips his crotch forcing your attention to the outline of his length as he rocks his hips and hums.
he actually calls you a pervert for staring at his crotch so much. perv!michael loves watching you grow annoyed as he continues to tease you. "you're dirty," he laughs, "you've barely looked me in the eyes since i've left the dressing room."
the gold pants shine as he walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your jawline in apology. "i'm just teasing," he coos, taking hold of both of your hands and squeezing lightly, "you know i love you. even if you are a pervert." perv!michael smirks, then brings your dominant hand to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat. he's fond of doing that, knowing how much it grounds you. you're never annoyed when you can feel his heartbeat... especially considering how you get to palm the muscle of his pec as you feel it.
perv!michael gently easing your hand down his abdomen, letting you feel him through his shirt. when you reach his waistline, your breath hitches; the sound makes his eyes light up. "want to feel it?" he asks in a whisper, urging your wrist down until your fingertips graze him through the golden fabric of his pants.
he chuckles breathlessly as your hand grows more explorative, gripping and grasping more than grazing. "easy," michael murmurs, his own breath coming out shaky as you continue on.
"are you...?" you trail, letting your index trace down his length. it feels as though the pants are the only thing between himself and your hand. he's either wearing the thinnest underwear of all time or...
he shakes his head. "nope," he admits, "you can tell?"
"i can feel it, michael," you huff. he's not wearing underwear, and yet you're the pervert. right.
your boyfriend lets a silence settle between you two before purposefully breaking it for dramatics' sake. softly, he asks, "d'you like it?" michael lets his eyes flit up to yours, his gaze filled with nothing but love and curiosity. he bites his lip for a second, then adds, "i did it for you. i figured you'd enjoy it."
do you enjoy it?... maybe, but you'd never admit that aloud. "you're the pervert, here," you mutter instead, listening to him laugh at the accusation.
and later, just when you thought he'd be done with his shenanigans concerning the gold pants, perv!michael begs you to palm him on the ride home after a long concert. "please, baby, i'm achin'," he mumbles into your ear, the privacy partition already rolled up as he climbs on top of you. "i need your touch... need you to help me..."
looking for more?
wanted to try my hand at perv!michael content and i thought this ask was perfect for it! hope you don't mind <3
should not have read this at work— lord
🪐 — a man telling me “imma get you pregnant” is a threat!! unless it’s michael jackson. i would’ve been knocked up every 9 months with him
🪐 — had a funny ahh dream where for some reason i went on a trip with jaafar and jermaine and jermaine drove us to the nasa johnson space center in houston and i was like “why the hell are we here?” and jermaine was basically just like “shut up and enjoy yourself” 😭 and then jaafar and i ate gimbap on the curb
🪐 — i feel so seen that michael only liked bigger dog breeds xx little gremlins are evil (kidding but not)
