✦ ݁˖ mj ˖ ݁✦

get on the floor and dance with me mj & elvis <3

[lady-in-your-life]

[glossiercheek]

hey hey lovely! Intox anon here lol 🫰

I LOVED your take on it, I can def see it fitting manipulative Michael’s storyline to have the reader be into him subconsciously, even if it is just bc she thinks it’s normal for best friends

and the whole ‘he’s gotta get you like this more often’ was just chefs kiss bc you know he would!

The second you started saying you didn’t wanna get on his lap during a movie or let him feel you up, he’d start offering you alchohol bc he knows that the person who you are when you’re tipsy is VERY reciprocating towards him

thank u so much ily

-🍸

(18+ mdni) omg thank you! i'm so happy it was to your liking, sweet anon! and yeah, he'd totally start giving you alcohol during movie nights. and you don't complain, because at the end of the day you think that michael knows what's best for you. because you're naive like that...

you just do whatever he says, you down whatever he gives you. it makes your brain turn into mush but you genuinely don't give a fuck because you're with michael.

and picture this, you're tipsy again, and michael lays down on the bed again himself, puts you on his lap again, his hips slotting into yours. maybe you're a bit shyer than the last time and michael's all taunting and teasing you like, "last time you were so needy f'me. what happened, pretty?" knowing damn well he gave you something stronger tonight.

and you genuinely can't move because you're sooooo out of it. like your mind is somewhere else, you're half-asleep, literally sparkles and rainbows in your head. your head just lolls around as michael keeps dragging your hips back and forth over himself. "look at you, nothin' going on in that pretty, empty, little head."

the sounds you're making show that you're fucking enjoying what he does to you, and it spurs him on to keep going. "mikey has to take care of you again, huh, sweet girl?" you're letting out floaty moans, and you're not really progressing what's happening, but all you know is that you want this. it feels good.

why is this giving slight dumbification...

[glossiercheek]

idk idk idk why i just had a thought im like half asleep !!

ive been seeing videos of michael being so impulsive when it comes to bald heads and i feel like its the same with ponytails

but like tonight you have a ponytail in your hair, and for some reason you and michael decide the first position to close the night off will be backshots?$?##??

ugh and during this hes pushing your head into the pillows, ruining your makeup, speaking with such bawdiness, and braiding your ponytail (??). ><

like one hand in the small of your back and the other tangling the FUCK out of your hair

when im dancing and such, i usually take my braids into a ponytail and braid that! its less overwhelming that way :)) eugh this is so corny but yaa

🩰!! (ive been reading your drabbles they are so freaking refreshing !! how have you been ?)

(18+ mdni) omg... i am so sorry i literally don’t have the time to write it out as a full fic, but imagine this:

i see this happening on a sofa, actually. he has you face down, ass up. your pretty heart-shaped bum right in his sight. the movie you were watching plays silently in the background, as the sounds of skin slapping and your pathetic moans and michael’s deep grunts become too overpowering instead.

“fuck, you’re taking me like a champ, princess,” he pants out as he gives you one particular hard trust. your gummy walls feel perfect around him, and he pumps his leaking cum and your juices right back into your channel again. it’s dripping on the cushions of the sofa, leaving obscene wet patches on the expensive leather. the sloppy sounds fill the room as michael keeps feeding you those deep strokes. “i know that dick is good, baby.”

part of him hates that he can’t see your face, because he loves seeing that blissed out expression. but the feeling of entering you from behind... that’s a feeling he can’t describe.

and his hands wander every-fucking-where. he palms your tits, his fingers fondling with your drooly bottom lip, pushes your midriff down as it forces your back to curve into a beautiful arch. his hips roll into you repeatedly, not letting up.

“gotta get’cha all perfect f’me.” michael says, “gonna flood my baby’s pussy,” he sighs, grinding his teeth together. “what d’ya think of that? y’gonna take it, right?”

you mumble something incoherent in the fluffy material of the cushions, but michael literally pulls your head up by your ponytail to let you speak. “shit— i want it, mike—” you whimper, all willing.

“that’s a good fucking girl,” he responds, a nasty chuckle sputtering out as he hits that particular spot that makes you see stars, only to hear those strangled moans shoot out of you, like “ah-ah-ah”.

until he suddenly slows down. wet, slick sounds echo in your ears as he rolls his hips gently into yours. “you feel how fucking snug you're? milking me—”

he knows it makes you crazy when he drags himself in of you at such a slow pace. loves how squirmy you get. and of course, you start twitching and squirming under him.

when he finally bottoms out, the head of his cock bumping delicously against the end of your narrow entrance, he pulls your hand with his to your abdomen.

you feel the velvety bulge of him sitting inside you, right under the touch of your fingers. michael pulls your head up by your hair again. brings his warm mouth to your ear. “what d’you feel, baby? who’s that?”

you’re fucking whimpering in pleasure at just the feeling of him sitting there, splitting your pussy apart on his length. it’s so obscene. you can’t even answer. he fills you up perfectly. throbbing, and pulsing, and the sweat on his chest dripping onto your back with wet splashes.

within less than a second, your face is pushed into the cushions again. michael’s large hand cups the back of your head, fingers digging into the layers of your hair, letting your hair slide over the palm of his hand.

“can’t even answer,” michael grits out as he starts pumping himself into you at a faster pace. “my baby’s so fucked out, she can’t even speak for herself.”

a/n: and tying your hair up while doing/playing a sport is sooo relatable, i do that too! i love how i just don't have to care about my hair when i play, and i'm sure you look super beautiful with your hair like that dolly! ♡🧁

thank you for stopping by again :) i'm pretty busy, let me know how you've been? :) i'm soooo busy with uni rn, ugh i can't wait until summer break. then i get to eat ice cream every fucking day. i want it i want it i want it. hope to see you soooooooon again sweet dolly!!!

[glossiercheek]

what do we think bsf!michael would do after/during the cockwarming.. 🌝 would he coax us into beginning to move orrr.. (i also imagined him kissing and licking our neck while we were sitting there)

(18+ mdni) i deadass think the exact opposite, sweet anon! here’s what i’m thinking:

maybe if you tried to move, roll your hips experimentally and all wavery, he’d instantly slam your hips down onto him with heavy hands, all tight and warm on your skin. not even acknowledging you did that, not warning you, not saying anything.

i think manipulative bsf!michael would get off to seeing you squirm. he’d love to torture you with just his thick length demanding space in your little alley, not giving you the pleasure you so crave.

just the feeling of his hot, throbbing member twitching inside your strained little hole as you struggle to not push him out. nothing else. why would he? you two are just friends!

he would just say, “watch the movie, pretty. nothing’s happenin’.” the faux-reassurance evident in his voice as he licks wet stripes all over your neck, behind your ear, wrapping your hair around his fist to rotate your head in every which way he wants, having total control of you.

and if you’d start whimpering into nothingness, he’d be like: “what’cha whimpering for, baby? ‘m not even doin’ anything to you.” playing fucking mind games with you, pretending he’s not licking you up and savouring the taste of your perfume on his tongue.

and if he feels extra handsy, he’d innocently toy with your little necklace, the “m” shoved between your boobs. he bought that necklace in a strange fit of jealousy and possessiveness, and now you wear it all the time.

and the whole time your pussy’s making pathetic, creamy sounds as you drool all over his base, where the two of you are merged, making him all shiny with your slick. ♡

... monkey covering eyes emoji

[elfscafe]

i be watching steamy juicy michael jackson edits while foaming at the mouth and then i remember he’s actually gone so i just start crying

leave me alone

[soulaceii]

yall writing them manipulative michael fics oh my gosh

[veliriumm]

in which perv!bsf!mikey tries really hard to be a gentleman for your first time together, but you just feel soo good >⩊<.ᐟ

cw: p in v, soft dom, kinda ooc mike SRRYY, honestly reader is a bit ditzy, coercion, virginity loss for both cuties, freaky ass tear kissing...smile.

porn with a smidge of plot

a/n: omg yall went crazy in the comments asking if yall wanted this, so here it is!! it was originally gonna be a blurb so, sorry if it reads as such!! also ommmfghhh he looks so yummy in that pic... ˙𐃷˙

wc : 1.5k ish

inspired loosely by the lovely @/glossiercheeks manipulative bsf mike!! go check out their work its so so yum and NOT ai lmao

"please, baby, you trust me dont you?" michael mumbles into the sensitive skin, his lips catch on your neck. you whine quietly. "but–mikey, were just friends..."

he pulls away slightly, to gaze apon your flushed face. "you trust me, dont you?" he knows hes not really asking, knowing your blind devotion to not upsetting him, a trait hes never been happier for you to have, then is this momment.

nibbling on the fat of your lip momentarily, you catch his gaze. its heavy with a fog you cant name. shivers twirl up your spine as you gaze away again. "yes, michael, i trust you." you mutter faintly

you catch his growing smirk in your peripheral.

"friends can touch eachother," he peppers two soft kisses on the apple of your cheek. "friends can make eachother feel good."

you curse mentally at his ability to make you mush at his stupid words.

your silence irritates him, "youre really gonna leave your bestfriend high and dry?" he sighs, as if your pulling away more. you panic, shaking your head. "you know what I go through?" he says, suddenly standing, moving to pace infront of you. "being me? I cant even go outside of the gates without being bombarded."

"mikey–"

"do you want me to find another girl, y/n?" he says, with a sterness you'd rarely hear from him. pausing infront of you.

you shake your head once more. the thought genuinely frightens you. you've knows michael for so long, the thought of him seeking out a different woman, makes your heart sink. "no, no! michael, im sorry!"

he continues without acknowledging you. "really? do you want me to go out of my way, to find another girl to help me, when you're here?" his condescending tone makes your thighs press slightly together.

"no!" you pause, looking to the carpeted floor." "ill—ill help you, michael." you say huffing softly.

you can practically hear his grin, "yeah? youre gonna be good for me?" he says in a low voice that makes your stomach tighten. you nod.

he closes in on you slowly, like your subdued prey. long fingers finding your jaw, he lifts your gaze to his.

his smile softens into something sweeter. he gently taps the side of your thigh. "lay down, baby, I'll be a gentleman—i promise."

swallowing thickly, you inch back, before letting your back rest atop the bed.

his large palms are careful drifting down the curves of your sides, taking in the delicious figure underneath the flimsy cami you wore. "so beautiful." he mutters, more for himself to hear than you.

he notices your nervous fingers twiddling with the duvet under you, he smiles softly at your juvenile shyness around him.

he unbuttons your shorts, unzipping them patronizingly slow. your breath quickens as the denim drops quietly on the floor. youre to nervous to look at him, but you hear almost a grunt, he had to physically bite back the noise at seeing your frilly pink panties. he was sure you planned that just for him.

jumping slightly at his warm touch on your abdomen, your fingers halt his. "michael—ive never-"

"i know, angel," he paused, speaking quieter. "me neither." his confidence cracks slightly, but its back as soon as it left. "but i like it like that, you all f'me." he says with a nod to himself. before continuing his hands up your shirt, you let him.

his skin has never buzzed like it does now. electricity shoots through him as if hes touching a static television every time he runs his fingertips over your warm skin or presses a kiss along your sternum.

you look holy.

you are a mosaic window of lust, the way your silky skin absorbs the rooms dim light and the scarlet blankets caress your figure, the downcast of shadows from your lashes brushing over your cheekbones, the milky moon veiling you.

holy is an understatement.

michaels heart is pounding in his ears, as you lean up, taking him in your hands. is this what hes missed out on for so long? how is sex sinful when this feels so fucking good? it wont be sinful for long, as you line him up to your hole, hes confirmed in his head—you will be his wife.

he braces himself on his arms on your sides, as your broken whine cracks the air, the air in his breath is knocked clean out, as he enters your pussy slowly.

he makes it half way in, before your hole constricts, tightening, your body is begging him in. you lay fully back, he can see the tears glittering over your warm eyes. "shh—sh, baby, youre so good for me." he whispers, barely audible as he continues his hips forward.

youve never felt so full , his cock opening you in a way you hardly knew possible. pain throbbed around the intrusion, as he halted fully in you, it soothed into unadulterated pleasure.

he shivers at your small hands embracing his biceps as he settled, letting you (him) adjust.

"m—michael, youre so big!" you cry out, his knees buckle slightly at that, which slides him out of you, hes quick to push back in which elicits a moan from you. you attempt to close your legs out of instinct, but michaels quick to pry them back open, gaze not breaking from watching you reconnect repeatedly.

hes trying so hard to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his brain, but can you blame him when he starts thrusting a little too fast, in and out of you? hes sure he'll have a chance to make it up to you later, but for right now. hes chasing the primal voice in his head thats coaxing him in and out of your tight hole.

your crys and moans are muffled in his ear as he picks up his pace, streching you fully around him each time he slams back into you.

he leans down, grip tightly on your hips, to keep you in place while he fucks you. he watched for a moment as a tear slides down your flushed cheek. as another threatens to break, his lips connect. "please dont—dont cry angel, you look so pretty, baby." he mutters.

he burrows his head in your neck. he feels your dull nails break the skin on his back, sending his cock into you.

he can feel his finish building up, you writher under him, your own release following suit.

his grip is bruising as he lifts his head to meet your hazy gaze.

"i love you—i love you y/n" he cries out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncordinated. "s—say it back" hes practically begging.

"oh! i love you michael!."

stars flood his vision as he pushes fully into you, flooding your poor pussy. you whine out, back arching into him as you cum.

everything is damp, the lewd smell of sex in the air as you both gasp for air. he lays his head between your breasts.

the room stills for a pause.

"i meant it."

a/n:....sssooo how are we feeling....grin.

i got LOST IN THE SAUCE BROOO, euphoria finale fucked me up so bad so i had to dial in on a dead guy fucking you guys. i love the internet, and more so you guys!! thank u for the hype to get this done!!! plzplzplzplz make reqs guys I BEG I BEG IM ON MY KNEES TELL ME WHAT U WANT FROM ME FUUUHH

anyways, its late as balls, gn. and rip u know who (euphoria)

[veliriumm]

oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n

perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >⩊<.ᐟ

perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him

perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"

perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.

perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.

perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long

perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!

perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.

perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.

perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me

a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye

[cndybliss]

pretty bambi eyes 💕

[iluvmeandmeluvsme]

I’m so mad rn he’s so fine

[mjsappleheads]

guys it’s already june :(

( I was sobbing while making this edit)

[invinciblebymj13]

where are the sub!michael fics hahahaha….

[devushkanextdoor]

I can totally imagine him chanting thankyous while ramming into u w tears in his eyes (NEED MORE SUB MICHAEL)

no because imagine being on top, bouncing rhythmically for his pleasure & he’s just looking up at you all teary & fucked out chanting thank you’s under his breath — unable to comprehend how your pussy feels that good.

you’d be stroking the tears from his cheeks as you continue riding him, moaning yourself from the sheer size of him.

“thank you, thank you,” he’d whimper desperately, his hands groping your ass.

“you really needed my pussy huh?” you’d coo at him.

& he’d just be nodding furiously with his mouth agape n’ his eyes squeezed shut unable to respond.

𑣲⋆

im struggling

[prettyangeliczz]

whatever you say, beautiful

[ghulify]

Hear me out, mature micheal getting off to corruption kink with his controversially young girlfriend :p

yeah. just— yeah.

"is it too much for you, baby?" he'd ask the second time he got his fingers inside your perfect cunt, watching your face carefully for any sign of discomfort. your lips were pouted, eyes brimming with tears as his digits reached that perfect spot inside you, continuously curling upwards to shower you with maximum pleasure.

your only response was a whine, carefully hidden underneath the palms that covered your face. the rhythmic sounds of michael's fingers, agonisingly fast and steady, turned your mind into a mush, and your face burned from the obscenity of it all.

"no one's ever been here before, right, angel? no one's seen that pretty little flower before me, huh?"

you shook your head, embarrassed, the dull pain in your womb only adding to the sensation. each drag of michael's fingers against your walls felt euphoric, dizzying and electrifying, turning your mind into a mush.

"answer me when i ask you a question, baby," he whispered, then, his breath uneven, chest heaving against your back as you lean further into him, refusing to say a word, shaking your head in response.

michael wouldn't let that slide. he reached for you, his hand gently tilting your head to the side and brushing your own hands away. you peeked at him, your eyes wide and glazed, and another soft moan escaped your mouth. you were getting there, michael thought, smiling to himself as pride bloomed in his stomach.

the way you were rubbing — unconsciously — against his rock hard dick only fuelled the fire burning inside him. he hated to admit it, admit how much your innocence actually turned him on.

"no— no one" you whispered, your voice barely audible, mixing in with the sounds of your squealching pussy and michael's fingers dragging against your walls.

"that's my girl," he'd praise softly, kissing your cheek as his thumb started to move against your clit in soft, praising circles. your hips jolted, and you moaned out into the air, loud and inhibited, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. "only for me to ruin. you take me so well, angel girl, this sweet little pussy is mine now."

you'd cringe at the vulgar word leaving his mouth. and michael? michael would smile even wider.

(did i write it good enough? hello?)

[thebaddestfish]

When I think it a new Michael Jackson story but it’s his nephew

[veliriumm]

in which perv!bsf!mikey tries really hard to be a gentleman for your first time together, but you just feel soo good >⩊<.ᐟ

cw: p in v, soft dom, kinda ooc mike SRRYY, honestly reader is a bit ditzy, coercion, virginity loss for both cuties, freaky ass tear kissing...smile.

porn with a smidge of plot

a/n: omg yall went crazy in the comments asking if yall wanted this, so here it is!! it was originally gonna be a blurb so, sorry if it reads as such!! also ommmfghhh he looks so yummy in that pic... ˙𐃷˙

wc : 1.5k ish

inspired loosely by the lovely @/glossiercheeks manipulative bsf mike!! go check out their work its so so yum and NOT ai lmao

"please, baby, you trust me dont you?" michael mumbles into the sensitive skin, his lips catch on your neck. you whine quietly. "but–mikey, were just friends..."

he pulls away slightly, to gaze apon your flushed face. "you trust me, dont you?" he knows hes not really asking, knowing your blind devotion to not upsetting him, a trait hes never been happier for you to have, then is this momment.

nibbling on the fat of your lip momentarily, you catch his gaze. its heavy with a fog you cant name. shivers twirl up your spine as you gaze away again. "yes, michael, i trust you." you mutter faintly

you catch his growing smirk in your peripheral.

"friends can touch eachother," he peppers two soft kisses on the apple of your cheek. "friends can make eachother feel good."

you curse mentally at his ability to make you mush at his stupid words.

your silence irritates him, "youre really gonna leave your bestfriend high and dry?" he sighs, as if your pulling away more. you panic, shaking your head. "you know what I go through?" he says, suddenly standing, moving to pace infront of you. "being me? I cant even go outside of the gates without being bombarded."

"mikey–"

"do you want me to find another girl, y/n?" he says, with a sterness you'd rarely hear from him. pausing infront of you.

you shake your head once more. the thought genuinely frightens you. you've knows michael for so long, the thought of him seeking out a different woman, makes your heart sink. "no, no! michael, im sorry!"

he continues without acknowledging you. "really? do you want me to go out of my way, to find another girl to help me, when you're here?" his condescending tone makes your thighs press slightly together.

"no!" you pause, looking to the carpeted floor." "ill—ill help you, michael." you say huffing softly.

you can practically hear his grin, "yeah? youre gonna be good for me?" he says in a low voice that makes your stomach tighten. you nod.

he closes in on you slowly, like your subdued prey. long fingers finding your jaw, he lifts your gaze to his.

his smile softens into something sweeter. he gently taps the side of your thigh. "lay down, baby, I'll be a gentleman—i promise."

swallowing thickly, you inch back, before letting your back rest atop the bed.

his large palms are careful drifting down the curves of your sides, taking in the delicious figure underneath the flimsy cami you wore. "so beautiful." he mutters, more for himself to hear than you.

he notices your nervous fingers twiddling with the duvet under you, he smiles softly at your juvenile shyness around him.

he unbuttons your shorts, unzipping them patronizingly slow. your breath quickens as the denim drops quietly on the floor. youre to nervous to look at him, but you hear almost a grunt, he had to physically bite back the noise at seeing your frilly pink panties. he was sure you planned that just for him.

jumping slightly at his warm touch on your abdomen, your fingers halt his. "michael—ive never-"

"i know, angel," he paused, speaking quieter. "me neither." his confidence cracks slightly, but its back as soon as it left. "but i like it like that, you all f'me." he says with a nod to himself. before continuing his hands up your shirt, you let him.

his skin has never buzzed like it does now. electricity shoots through him as if hes touching a static television every time he runs his fingertips over your warm skin or presses a kiss along your sternum.

you look holy.

you are a mosaic window of lust, the way your silky skin absorbs the rooms dim light and the scarlet blankets caress your figure, the downcast of shadows from your lashes brushing over your cheekbones, the milky moon veiling you.

holy is an understatement.

michaels heart is pounding in his ears, as you lean up, taking him in your hands. is this what hes missed out on for so long? how is sex sinful when this feels so fucking good? it wont be sinful for long, as you line him up to your hole, hes confirmed in his head—you will be his wife.

he braces himself on his arms on your sides, as your broken whine cracks the air, the air in his breath is knocked clean out, as he enters your pussy slowly.

he makes it half way in, before your hole constricts, tightening, your body is begging him in. you lay fully back, he can see the tears glittering over your warm eyes. "shh—sh, baby, youre so good for me." he whispers, barely audible as he continues his hips forward.

youve never felt so full , his cock opening you in a way you hardly knew possible. pain throbbed around the intrusion, as he halted fully in you, it soothed into unadulterated pleasure.

he shivers at your small hands embracing his biceps as he settled, letting you (him) adjust.

"m—michael, youre so big!" you cry out, his knees buckle slightly at that, which slides him out of you, hes quick to push back in which elicits a moan from you. you attempt to close your legs out of instinct, but michaels quick to pry them back open, gaze not breaking from watching you reconnect repeatedly.

hes trying so hard to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his brain, but can you blame him when he starts thrusting a little too fast, in and out of you? hes sure he'll have a chance to make it up to you later, but for right now. hes chasing the primal voice in his head thats coaxing him in and out of your tight hole.

your crys and moans are muffled in his ear as he picks up his pace, streching you fully around him each time he slams back into you.

he leans down, grip tightly on your hips, to keep you in place while he fucks you. he watched for a moment as a tear slides down your flushed cheek. as another threatens to break, his lips connect. "please dont—dont cry angel, you look so pretty, baby." he mutters.

he burrows his head in your neck. he feels your dull nails break the skin on his back, sending his cock into you.

he can feel his finish building up, you writher under him, your own release following suit.

his grip is bruising as he lifts his head to meet your hazy gaze.

"i love you—i love you y/n" he cries out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncordinated. "s—say it back" hes practically begging.

"oh! i love you michael!."

stars flood his vision as he pushes fully into you, flooding your poor pussy. you whine out, back arching into him as you cum.

everything is damp, the lewd smell of sex in the air as you both gasp for air. he lays his head between your breasts.

the room stills for a pause.

"i meant it."

a/n:....sssooo how are we feeling....grin.

i got LOST IN THE SAUCE BROOO, euphoria finale fucked me up so bad so i had to dial in on a dead guy fucking you guys. i love the internet, and more so you guys!! thank u for the hype to get this done!!! plzplzplzplz make reqs guys I BEG I BEG IM ON MY KNEES TELL ME WHAT U WANT FROM ME FUUUHH

anyways, its late as balls, gn. and rip u know who (euphoria)