݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 / 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧 / 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦. ᢉ𐭩
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬—𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.
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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆. 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚 / 𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐧 / 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦. ᢉ𐭩
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬—𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.
𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.
can we go back to writing fanfics 😔
wait we need the scolding and babying fic 🫦🫦🫦🫦
I feel like mature!michael would definitely do this while taking you out shopping,
18+ mdni ₊ 𓂃 ౨ ৻ꪆ
You'd be browsing in a perfume store as michael tagged along behind you, giving you space as he held all of your 6 shopping bags — 3 in each hand. He bought you anything you wanted, anything. You were absolutely spoilt dry with him, & you loved it, not to mention he made you feel like the sexiest girl in the world.
In the midst of browsing for your favourite perfume, you realised they didn't have it in stock today, immediately throwing you into a strop, not used to things not going your way. You'd huff & puff, walking faster around the store trying to find it. Michael placed a little hand on your bare shoulder from behind, trying to console you.
"Calm down baby, there's different ones–"
You spun around facing him, strands of hair sticking to the gloss on your lips. Your face was smitten with this bitchy attitude that he caught onto immediately; he's seen it before & he certainly knows how to deal with it.
"No! I don't want the other ones, okay? I came out here specifically for that one. All the others are crap."
Workers around the two of you start to look up at the commotion.
"You're making a scene, stop it right now." He presses, his face stern.
You flick his hand off your shoulder like it was dirt as you continue your search, rolling your eyes instinctively. This attitude wasn't a surprise to michael, he's had to deal with your fits countless times. This was just another occasion.
Before you could walk away any further, you recognised his large hand gripping the small of your shoulder, pulling you back.
"Michael! let go of me!" You squeal.
One thing you knew, when michael was irritated or wanted to get his point across to girls like you, he never shouted. He was too classy for that.
He ignored your pleas as he practically had to drag you out of the store like a child into a private corner, taking off his aviators in one swipe.
Once he had you to himself, he spun you around, placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down a little to get on your eye level. You had nowhere to go; if you tried to look away, he'd re-avert your gaze on him with his thumb.
"There's nothing there for you,” he shakes his head, “eyes on me, girl.'
You felt all your attitude evaporate out of your body all of a sudden, it doesn't take a lot. You just need to be checked.
"You don't do that, alright? Especially in public," he says pointing to the store, one hand still firm on your shoulder.
His eyes flicker back & fourth from your pouted lips. You look up at him through your thick lashes, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckles at your deamenour.
“You still ain’t satisfied huh? All that I’ve bought for you & you still ain’t happy?” He cooes, brining your attention to the 6 bags pooled on the floor around you.
You were stubborn as hell, wouldn't speak, wouldn't let up.
"I don't wanna have to do this again when we're outside. Makes our relationship look bad to the press. I don't need the stress, baby." He mewls, sliding his hands down your waist towards your plump ass.
He rides the back of your pink hot shorts up, cupping both of your cheeks with a gentle grab. He gives one cheek a rough slap, making you jump n' whine.
"Understand?" He questions, tilting his head down slightly.
You don’t answer at first, just look at a random wall to your left.
You feel his 2 fingers find your panties through the leg holes of your shorts; you’re embarrassingly wet, but you didn’t want him to know that. His mouth falls agape as he felt his fingers becoming covered in your arousal from your panties.
“Oh baby, you’re soaked.” He whispers, slipping one finger up your sopping cunt.
“Michael-“
“Understand?” He repeats.
You nod furiously, “Yes, yes”
“Yes yes, you like my finger in your pussy? Or yes yes you understand? Use those words.”
“I understand, yes I understand,” you have to stop yourself from almost crying out, your pussy fluttering around his singular finger as you squeeze your eyes shut.
Michael slides his finger out of you, the loss of sensation making you pout. He sucks his finger from bottom to top, humming at the sweet taste of your juices.
“Good, now where y’wanna go next?”
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ya'll need to genuinely grow the fuck up. are we serious right now?? doxxing maddie simply because you think what? that you have a chance to get in jaafar's pants?? wake up. wake the fuck up. this grown ass man can make his own decisions, and i'm pretty sure 10+ years is plenty of time to figure out you're dating a zionist. it's his choice. & bringing her physical appearance into the mix just makes you look even more pathetic. i can get by snarky comments about her beliefs or ideals but i do not stand with blatant bullying. the parasocialism has definitely gotten to ya'lls brains because wtf do you mean you sat there with a straight face asking disgusting questions to this girl about her fiance. JAAFAR DOES NOT WANT YOU. JERMAJESTY DOES NOT WANT YOU. RANDY JR DOES NOT WANT YOU. YOU DON'T EXIST TO THEM. stop acting like you all suddenly have control over this man's love life simply because you yourself want to get some action. grow. up. everyday i gotta come on this app and see all you guys hate on this interracial couple simply because 1) it's interracial & 2) because it isn't you. well boohoo bitch. get up out of bed and do something with yourself.
(thriller!era) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ thinking about bumping into michael while he's taking a nightly walk with louie, staring in awe as the pop star strolled down the streets alone, no security present whatsoever. you stopped in your tracks—taking a small nightly walk yourself—watching as the most famous man in the world slowly traveled in your direction. he seemed to be speaking to the llama, his voice was soft and sweet, giggling to himself a few times during the conversation. his gaze fell from the animal and gradually trailed from the black asphalt up to you. he swiftly looked you up and down, shyly smiling as he stopped, the llama following behind as well.
"hello." he spoke faintly, smile still present. he stood there earnestly, one hand tucked in his pocket and the other on the rope attached to louie's halter.
"h-hi." you managed to actually let words escape out of your mouth, awesome! michael chuckled at your nervousness, the situation basically giving him a reminder that he was famous as hell.
he looked at louie, delicately stroking the fur on the side of his mouth. louie slowly blinked, his head moving to the side which allowed michael to continue his touching.
"say hello to the pretty lady, louie." he smiled, looking at you then back at louie. "hiya, pretty lady!" he mumbled through his mouth, attempting to speak as if he were the llama.
your nervousness melted into relaxation, trying to come back down to reality. the michael jackson stopped his midnight walk to talk to you. i mean, he was talking to a llama.. maybe he needed some socialism before bed to calm the nerves? you didn't know. whatever the reason may be though, you were just excited to be talking to someone so insanely popular—as well as insanely gorgeous, of course.
"what's a, um, pretty girl like you doing walking all alone?" he licked his lips, that familiar smile returning to his lips as he braced for a conversation. you giggled in return, gulping hardly from excitement. god, was it going to be a fun night.
don't really know if these rumors are true or not but i thought it would be super cute to have this happen >< also seeing it in the movie gave me the thought itself hehe. also sorry its so short my mind literally went absolutely blank towards the end pls dont hate me 😵💫 also sorry if its not as good as my other stuff, i just wanted to put something out for you all as an apology for my mini break i took.
(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ pervy!michael who purposefully drops utensils & condiment bottles under the table when janetsbsf!reader comes over for dinner. everybody would look past the scene, blaming it on his frequent clumsiness he showed outside of the dinner table.
and just as everyone brushed off his incompetence, michael obviously took full advantage of the action going unnoticed. he would smile to himself, immediately looking across the floor and up at your bare, exposed legs. oh, how badly he wanted to rip off those tiny jean shorts from your body.
he wanted to fuck you silly, actually. he had heard you previously shrieking and screaming with janet over gossip sessions, but michael couldn't help but imagine those shrieks and screams as moans and whines in his own little fantasies. he would give the world to hear you moan his name, jerking off late at night to the sound of you giggling with janet in the next room.
getting lost in his own arousal and dirty thoughts, he had almost forgotten he was deep underneath the dinner table in a room full of people.
"michael?" he heard janet's voice speak. attempting to get up quickly, he bumped his head, hissing from the sting. he did manage to get his utensil at least, but his cheeks were oh so red and flushed from embarrassment. "you alright?" janet continued, cocking an eyebrow at her brother.
"yeah i'm fine, dunk..i- uh, just lost my fork." he cleared his throat, meeting eyes with you. you smiled sweetly, which didn't exactly seem to help his forming erection down below. he smiled back sheepishly, his smile slowly fading as you looked away, his bulge beginning to ache.
"i gotta have you, girl." he whispered under his breath, taking another bite from his plate into his mouth. damn his mind.
YAY more pervy!michael 🙈 i absolutely love writing this concept so much & this will def NOT be the last time you see me write for this because girl omfg.
𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐦𝐠 ᢉ𐭩
(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ playboymodel!reader who poses exactly like her nude pics while michael watches, touching himself as he requests certain photographs to come to life.. 👀
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬.
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ this is so stupid and I’m sorry but please don’t use emojis… my ocd wants my colour scheme to be very specific.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭— this blog is only for Michael and Jaafar !! I will try to write as frequently as possible but I’m really bad with time management and it might take 1-3 days or even a week or two if not more. (。ᵕ ◞ _◟) I’ll also only be able to take 10 requests at a time and it’ll say on my introduction if there’s an space left. I’m not obligated to write things I don’t feel comfortable with.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞— I will not write any non con, incest/step-cest or fauxcest, anything that promotes violence in relationships. (Not including, slight hair pulling, soft slaps during sex or biting.) cheating. (I literally love Lisa Marie and I’m not willing to write Michael cheating on any of his past partners because he would never (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)) underaged sex. ( the furthest I’ll write for younger Michael is kissing, holding hands and cuddling.) omegaverse, threesomes, male reader. (I just (◞‸ ◟) can’t.) bodily fluids, blood, piss or scat.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞— age gap. (reader will be over the age of 23 if you request an age gap with 2000-1990s Micheal, but if it’s younger Michael I can write up to 3 year age gap, for example 22 year old Micheal x 19 year old reader.) mainly vanilla kinks but willing to do slightly extreme ones just ask me before. I can write smut or fluff.
I won’t write any specification about reader since I’d like my writing to be inclusive for everybody.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞— age gap, vanilla kinks.