everything felt slow tonight, heavy with summer heat and sleepiness. michael had turned off most of the lights a few hours ago, leaving only the amber glow of a few lamps scattered around the room.
you were wearing some type of pale, flowy night gown, halter strings tied behind your neck to hold your breasts up. the back was low and sexy, stopping right at your tailbone.
behind you, michael looked so beautiful in his silk black shirt. it was half buttoned, hanging open enough to expose the smooth skin of his chest. you could feel the heat of him everywhere. his legs spread on either side of yours, one arm wrapped low around your waist while his knuckles continued their slow absentminded path up and down your spine.
you let your head lull back as you exhaled, smoke curling slowly towards the ceiling.
michael's chin reached up to rest on your shoulder while he tilted his head just enough for his lips to ghost against the side of your neck. not even full kisses at first. just soft lingering presses of his mouth against your warm skin while his breathing fanned over you.
“mmm,” he murmured lowly, almost to himself. his nose nudged softly beneath your ear, breathing you in. he was addicted to the feminine smell of your lotion and perfume mixed together. when you melted back against him with a tiny sigh, he smiled against your skin cutely.
the palms of his hand rubbed over your inner thighs, hiking the hem of your dress up enough to reach right where he wanted to.
"there she is," he whispered, letting one of his fingers run over the slit of your cunt, "pretty girl." you weren't wearing any panties of course. you were comfortable in your own home. you took another hit of your prettily rolled blunt, letting a slow exhale slip through your nostrils as you whined.
his forehead rested against the back of your neck as he lightly shushed you, loving how your back arched up off of his stomach. two fingers pushed into you intoxicatingly slow, making your legs spread open wider for him.
"here baby," you managed to say, handing the blunt over your shoulder to him. your hips rolled up with a gentle moan, pushing his fingers deeper so you could feel him in your core. he let out the quietest sigh against your skin as he felt you clench around him, curling his fingers up with the blunt nestled between his lips.
he turned his head away as he exhaled, not wanting to get smoke in your face. his other hand continued to massage at your inner thigh, wanting nothing more than to make sure you were comfortable and pleasured and pampered, like his princess should be.
(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ husband!michael who lovess to make love to you nice and slow in the mornings. his thrusts are sluggish yet sensual, which was still enough to leave you a moaning mess. he much preferred morning sex to be in missionary, his whole body towering over you so he could softly kiss your neck and jaw, all while whispering things into your ear.
"so happy you're my wife.." he'd plant a kiss on your neck. "love waking up with you like this, baby." another one sloppily being placed on your cheek.
letting michael make you feel like the birthday princess you are. after all, his baby girl deserves nothing less.
℘rincess reader x mature era michael ꪆৎ ༘⋆ mdni
if there was one thing that anyone knew about you, it was that you adored being celebrated. the romance of it all was everything to you. flowers arriving at your door, brand new pretty dresses hanging in your closet, candles flickering across a dinner table, handwritten cards tucked between bouquets. just little reminders that the people you loved were thinking about you.
no day embodied that feeling more than your birthday.
your favorite day of the year.
birthday mornings were so magical to you. you'd wake up just thinking about the possibility of surprises and being loved loudly for a day. birthdays had always felt special to you.
michael, however, never really understood them the same way. celebrating himself had never felt natural. his birthdays came and went quietly.
but then he met you, and during the first birthday you spent together, you made sure to make his day everything it possibly could be from beginning to end. he’d never forgotten the way you’d looked at him that day, and the fact that you made him feel like he was worth making a fuss over.
so when your birthday finally arrived? michael intended to return the favor wholeheartedly.
sunlight spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows draped in layers of ivory chiffon, painting the suite in a soft and hazy glow. the curtains danced lazily in the morning breeze drifting through the balcony doors.
sometime during the night, someone had filled the suite with flowers. hundreds of them. white peonies, pale pink roses, delicate hydrangeas, literally all of your favorites.
you smelled the flowers before anything. they overflowed from arrangements placed on nearly every available surface, their sweet scent mixing with traces of vanilla candles burned the night before. your sleepy body stayed curled up underneath the blankets for a few seconds before you stretched out, your eyes instinctively drifting up to look at your favorite part of your room: the cluster of chandeliers that sparkled from above.
michael knew you loved them. he’d caught you staring up at them more times than he could count, with your pouty little mouth hung open in awe as you watched the crystals glitter in the light. he wanted to make sure that you woke up to them on today.
your eyes followed the reflections dancing across the ceiling while the sweet scent of flowers lingered in the air around you. slowly, you let your gaze fall beside you to your nightstand. that's where you saw a pretty cream colored envelope with raised floral embroidered into it, the prettiest written "ℳ𝒥 ৻ꪆ" on top. next to the envelope was a small velvet jewelry box tied with a blush ribbon.
a smile grew on your face without even thinking.
you reached for the jewelry box, nails looking all pretty. you had gotten them done the day before.
your fingers slipped beneath the satin loops as you untied the bow carefully. as you lifted up the lid, you found yourself immediately met with the sparkle of diamonds. the bracelet laid on top of the blush colored velvet, looking so delicate and fragile, and a soft breath escaped you. it was beautiful.
your fingers found the clasp immediately and after a moment of fumbling with it tiredly, it clicked into place around your wrist. you turned your hand back and forth beneath the sunlight, watching the diamonds sparkle against your skin.
of course it fit perfectly. in his perfectionist nature, michael had always made sure to pay attention to details, including your wrist size.
eventually, your attention drifted back toward the envelope waiting patiently beside you. the paper felt expensive beneath your fingertips as you slid a nail underneath the flap, breaking the seal as gentle as you could. the folded note hidden inside fell easily into your hand, and your smile grew bigger the second you recognized michael's script handwriting.
happy birthday beautiful, i hope the first thing you felt this morning was loved. do not ask security what im planning for you. just let me celebrate you. come downstairs and look pretty. love, michael ❤︎
your lips pouted as you read his words, feeling your eyes practically morph into little hearts.
the excitement already bubbling in your chest made it impossible to stay underneath the blankets any longer. you pushed the covers back and slipped from the bed, pedicured feet meeting the cold floor. the diamond anklet resting around your ankle chimed softly against your skin as you walked all hurried.
you weren't a patient girl, and the only thing stopping you from booking it down the stairs was the fact that michael had specifically told you to look pretty. you brushed your teeth in the private bathroom of your suite as fast as you could, washing your face afterwards. every step feel rushed, hands fumbling through bottles and drawers as you got ready. michael’s note remained perched beside the sink the entire time.
you kept your tiny pajama set on as your looked through your rack of robes, pushing aside satin padded hangers harshly in order to find the perfect one. eventually, your hand landed on one that felt right. it was such a light, baby pink fabric, and was cinched at the waist and floor length.
if michael was going to make a fuss over you all day, the least you could do was give him something pretty to look at.
by the time everything was finally ready, michael had already walked through the room three separate times.
michael had barely been listening to anyone around him for the past thirty minutes. security was talking, staff members were moving whole arrangements around, people kept asking him questions, but he couldn't focus on any of it.
every few seconds his eyes drifted toward the grand staircase, just waiting and checking then waiting again.
"she's gonna love it," someone told him. michael stood there, fiddling with the camera in his hands, just turning it over and checking it over and over again.
"you think so?" he asked, which sounded kinda ridiculous, but he honestly couldn't stop himself. it wasn't that he didn't think you would like it. he just wanted you to like it so much.
his weary thoughts were cut short when he finally heard movement coming from upstairs. his head lifted up as he watched you with parted lips, the corners of his mouth raising up ever so slightly. sunlight poured through the enormous windows behind you, turning the edges of your pink robe almost translucent.
your hand ran down the spiral banister so carefully, not wanting to mess up the thick ribbon that climbed up the railing. you let out a quiet, "oh my," as you slowed down your stride, taking in the fairytale that michael had turned downstairs into.
curled ribbons decorated the base of every piece of furniture and column in the room, layered in different pinks and cremes and golds. the same flowers from upstairs were scattered everywhere downstairs as well, resembling your own personal botanical garden. you even had an indoor water fixture that michael had always help you take care of. now, small candles danced in the water alongside the swans that he bought just for you.
yes, swans.
your jaw dropped softly at the sight of everything shimmering, your eyes finding new things to look at with each new second passed.
as your bare foot reached one of the bottom steps, you heard a gentle voice speak.
"hi, baby," michael let his smile spread across his face, eyes softening completely when they met yours. he wasn’t really looking at the decorations as he’d already seen them.
now, he was finally looking at the person they were all for.
you couldn't help but squeal as you scurried down the remaining steps, michael holding his hand out to guide you directly into his chest where you belonged. the sound alone made every ounce of nervousness leave michael’s body, because there his princess was. "happy birthday," he whispered to you, his cheek smushing against the side of your head.
you kept your arms wrapped tight around his neck, standing on your tippy toes the tiniest bit as you felt him rock with you.
"thank you so much," you breathed into him, craning your head to press your lips against the bottom of his jaw.
"oh please," he chuckled lightly, letting his hands drift down your lower back to settle on the plump of your ass. the fabric of your set felt so soft under his palms. one of his hands played with the fancy trim of your shorts underneath your robe, while the other moved to cradle the side of your face. "i don't want you to thank me."
you couldn't even protest before he squished your cheeks and pecked your little pout away.
your doll-like eyes looked huge as they continued to wander, even with your face rested in the palm of michael's hand, and he noticed instantly. every few seconds your gaze drifted somewhere over his shoulder towards the enormous pile of gifts waiting patiently all across the room. towards the big satin bows. towards the few mountains of boxes stacked taller than you. your curiosity was written all over your face.
"you wanna open them, baby?" michael asked you, the corners of his mouth twitching up all amused.
your eyes snapped back to meet up with his, dimples deepening into the apples of your rounded cheeks as you nodded your head.
michael's hand trailed down your forearm as he smiled down at you, diamond bracelet glittering past before his long fingers intertwined with yours, "c'mon then."
he guided you across the large room, your eyes still looking around at the floating candles and tables covered in crystals and jewelry boxes and different kinds of birthday cakes. that continued all the way until you reached the towering piles of gifts waiting beneath the chandeliers.
you both took a seat in the middle of it all. it would alternate sporadically between michael handing you a present or one of the men on his team handing you one. each time you'd unwrap something, michael would take a picture with his camera.
you'd smile a toothy, pretty little smile each time, making his heart melt. the lace trimming of your tight nighttime tank looked perfect all pressed up along the swell of your chest, your dainty robe falling off your shoulder and into the crook of your forearm. you'd hold up a brand new purse or opened earring boxes up to him as if he didn't buy them, and he'd act surprised each time.
he was truly staring at you and your smile more than the presents.
he'd move the hair away from your face at some points, wanting to see your face in its entirety. he'd even ask you the same things over and over again in his soft voice.
"you like that one?"
"you happy?"
"is it what you wanted?"
ribbons quickly began accumulating around your feet, tissue paper covered the floor. it felt like two hours had passed before you were done with everything.
now, you were standing in front of a long table with your arms stretched out beside you, palms holding your weight as you leaned with your hip poking out. eight different cakes adorned the top of the table, all of different tier heights and flavors. michael couldn't decide on one that would be perfect enough for you.
he stood there next to you, one hand planted in front of your arm to trap you close to him.
"you have a favorite?" he asked, lowering his face closer to your ear.
you shook your head a little, the frizz of your curls tickling his lips. "i like anything sweet," you admitted in a low voice.
michael took his free hand and reached forward, chest pushing against your back. his finger swiped at one of the cakes, picking up a scoop of buttercream frosting.
he brought the finger back to your lips, tilting his head down to watch you.
your lips wrapped around his finger, sucking while you fluttered your lashes up at him. you could feel him push his finger down towards the back of your tongue briefly before letting it slide out, thin saliva coating down just past his first knuckle.
the flavor settled in your mouth as you swallowed, "thank you. for everything."
a light laugh left him and he brought the pad of him thumb up to wipe at your bottom lip. "didn't i say somethin' about that earlier?" he asked.
you shrugged, shifting your body to face him more. "i know," you started, staring at his chest before you let your eyes trail down below his waistline, "i just wish there was a way for me to really show how thankful i am for you."
your fingers toyed at his drawstring before your nail traced down the stitching of his pants, running right over where the length of his dick rested.
michael's larger hand covered yours as you continued.
"you're so nice to me," you said softly to him, looking up with big, pleading eyes, "and you treat me so good, baby."
michael stood quiet for a second, a deep breath leaving his nostrils and fanning over your face.
you knew that michael was strong-willed about receiving from you. he hated the thought of you doing anything really. he believed that he was the one supposed to provide for you.
but still, you tried.
"i'm the one that should be celebrating you, love," he said quietly, dipping his head down to peck on a soft spot on your neck. involuntarily, your head lulled to the side, a little sigh leaving your mouth.
"hm?" michael muttered against your skin, disguising it with another kiss. "don't you think so?"
you could feel him growing harder under your hand, his still on top of yours. you let out a small whine of protest at his words, now feeling his teeth against your neck. he was smiling.
"i think so," he answered his own question, lifting you to sit on top of the table.
he couldn't stand how glassy your eyes were as you stared up at him, your legs spreading out like they had a mind of their own, soft body on display just for him.
he ran his hand up your thigh to lightly tug on the bottom of your tiny satin shorts.
"can you take these off for me, please baby?" he asked, licking his lips as he watched you nod your head eagerly.
your thumbs hooked onto your waistband as you lifted your hips up, pulling the shorts down to your ankles along with your sheer g-string.
michael wouldn't let you struggle or strain yourself. he took them off the rest of the way for you, giving your ankle a little squeeze as he did so. his eyebrows furrowed however, when he looked back at you.
you had your arm stretched out across your body, struggling to reach what seemed to be one of the smaller cakes. being the man that he is, michael held onto your back to stabilize you, the other sliding the cake closer to you. again, he hated watching you struggle.
"you're still hungry?" he asked you softly, letting his eyes follow your hand as you scooped up some whipped frosting. "hey, you know you could've told me―"
"nuh uh," you shut him down, biting back a dangerously coy smile that threatened to flourish across your face. "'m not hungry, baby."
without giving him the chance to speak again, you dragged your frosted hand down your body. starting right underneath your navel and down the outside of the slit of your pretty pussy.
"you never got a chance to try the cake."
"..lord," michael couldn't even try to stop the groan that left the back of his throat.
michael was disgustingly greedy with you. he bit his bottom lip as he smiled crookedly, his all too perfect teeth on display as he leaned in to give your lips one more kiss. "just lay back for me," he said so quietly, mumbling against your mouth.
you complied, laying down against the smooth tabletop, back arching up the slightest bit as you felt him lick up the frosting from your lower stomach before pressing a wet kiss there.
"let me know if it's too much. i swear, baby, ill stop," he whispered, doe eyes peering up at you from between your legs.
michael took hold of the lower part of your shin, lifting your leg up to dangle off of his shoulder. he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, loving how you tried to stop squirming whenever he nibbled or licked right near the crease between your thigh and sugar-coated center.
he eventually made his way down to your aching pussy. he licked at his bottom lip as he took notice of the slight shine that shone through the messy pink frosting, wanting nothing more than to devour you. he pressed his tongue flat against you, taking a long lick up your folds, repeating this a couple more times, before sticking his warm tongue inside of you.
"oh my, god, michael," you whined out softly, turning your head to the side as you rolled your hips up into his face. he had frosting on his nose and cheeks, but he didn't mind. he hummed something into you, which you could only assume was some variation of "i know, i know."
your whines morphed into a small moan, similar to a gasp as you felt michael push one of his fingers into you. you were always so tight, your little hole squeezing on his fingers like a little kiss.
"that feels good, yeah?" michael asked you, keeping his voice low as he slurped up the last little bit of sugary content from your clit, earning another girlish moan from you.
you stumbled your way up onto your forearms, barely able to nod as you looked down at him. he expertly worked on your pussy, the taste of it making his own eyes roll back. he loved himself a sweet treat.
he groaned while sloppily kissing away any remnants of frosting, keeping his long finger pushing in and out of you at an antagonizing and slow pace. he pulled his face away from you, and you tilted you head as you watched his glistening face. his mouth stood agape slightly, eyes watching his finger inside of you.
he eventually looked up, big eyes meeting your own.
"i'm gonna add another one, okay baby?" he let you know, never letting his finger stop moving.
you breathed out, pushing your hips forward to feel him further inside of you, "okay."
he cocked his head at you, a tiny smirk pulling up at his lips, "that's what you want?"
"mmm," your eyes closed up, pout gracing your lips once again with a desperate little whine. "yess, baby, i want― i want it so bad."
michael couldn't help but giggle at you, immediate giving you what you wanted by pushing his ring finger inside of you slowly, giving you time to adjust.
"just keep on making those pretty little sounds f'me," he told you, listening to the squelching sound of your pussy by drowned out by you moaning out his name in a whisper, "drives me crazy."
putting on a a fashion show of all your new clothes for him while he lays in bed, content with arms folded behind his head, asking you to please do another twirl for him because you just look so pretty
ralph tresvant had specifically asked for you, which wasn't even surprising anymore. your name had already started circulating through the industry in that quiet little way beautiful girls always do. photographers requested you over and over again. directors were remembering you by first name. and new edition's own ralph tresvant had definitely noticed.
he’d always been sweet. he met you briefly once before at an afterparty in new york, all low eyes and smooth little compliments while he leaned against the bar watching you laugh with your friends.
“you should work with me sometime,” he'd told you casually that night.
you gave him a little nod, lifting up your glass to finish the last little bit of your cosmo. "save my number."
you had almost forgotten about the conversation until his team reached out to you a few weeks later. they wanted you for his sensitivity music video.
the set felt dreamlike, exactly how his song sounded. hazy lighting spilled across everything from hidden lamps and overhead rigs, turning skin into honey and shadows into something softer. romantic in that way only music videos could afford to be.
your wardrobe was barely there. not in a vulgar way, but in an intentional way. the styling relied more on suggestion than actual fabric. soft lengths of bright colored silk wrapped around your body loosely, catching every bit of sultry movement. the material floated behind you like smoke. slipping from one shoulder, gathering at your waist, revealing flashes of warm skin before disappearing again beneath folds of fabric.
the first time michael saw the sensitivity video, he honestly thought you looked too pretty in it, which sounded ridiculous. because of course you looked pretty. that was the whole point.
he sat there quiet while the footage played across the screen, jaw tightening more and more every time the camera lingered on you.
the camera caught the light reflecting off of the highlighter on your hipbones as you rolled your hips in a slow whine, moving to your little hands dragging down ralph's chest. those were michael's hips, and those were michael's hands.
kind of.
you and michael were already… well. not public but not exactly private either. people close to him knew, his dancers knew, his security definitely knew.
the entertainment industry had always survived on rumors.
and lately, your names had started appearing together far too often. nobody could prove anything, but nobody was stupid either. after a while, whispers started floating through dressing rooms and backstage hallways. michael never seemed to realize how obvious he was.
he’d lower his head to hear you talk, follow behind you through crowds, light up completely whenever you walked into a room. somehow his hand always found the small of your back, too. his security team looked exhausted from pretending not to notice.
and once your career started taking off, people became even more curious. because suddenly michael jackson wasn’t the only person paying attention to you anymore.
while michael was so proud of you, god he was so proud of you, he couldn’t help noticing that everybody else was beginning to see what he’d already known for months.
that you were special.
which was exactly why seeing you draped in silk beside ralph tresvant on national television made his eye twitch a little. michael hated how much that video bothered him. because the jealousy was never really about ralph, the real problem was that michael had spent months thinking he’d discovered something special, only to realize everybody else was about to discover it too.
・・・・・
“c’mere for a second, please,” michael called from across the rehearsal room.
you looked up from fixing the strap of your dance bag, immediately suspicious at the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, “what?”
"i just wanna see somethin'," that smile got a little worse, which honestly should've warned you.
michael pushed himself away from the mirrored wall he’d been leaning against, slow and casual. too casual. you raised your eyebrows at him, "seee.. what?"
"you."
your brows furrowed immediately and there it was. that face he couldn't resist. michael bit lightly against the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too hard.
the rehearsal room had mostly emptied by now. music still hummed faintly through the speakers somewhere overhead while dancers packed bags and drifted toward the exits. you suddenly became very aware that michael was walking toward you slowly, like he wasn't in a hurry at all.
"you got somewhere t'be?" he asked you, keeping his voice gentle like always. 
you shook your head, bottom lip catching lightly between your teeth, "no."
"good, that's good."
your stomach flipped embarrassingly fast. michael stopped in front of you afterwards. he pressed a button on the remote in his hand, and the faint music playing through the speakers changed to a different song. sensitivity.
your eyes widened the tiniest bit, "michael—"
“nuh uh,” he laughed quietly, “show me.” you stared at him for a quick second, in some type of disbelief.
"show you what?"
he kept his voice steady, "what they had yall doin' in the video."
scanning over his face, you could see a subtleness to it. michael's jealousy wasn't loud at all. it looked different from when he was frustrated or stressed, which you've seen him experience before.
he was jealous.
his hand settled on the plush of your hip, right where he liked it.
"c'mon. show me," he insisted. now you were smiling.
"boy, no," you giggled, "you play too much."
he flexed his fingers on your hip, squinting his gaze at you the tiniest bit as he asked lowly, "is how i sound when m'playin' with you?"
he let his voice drop into that familiar register that he reserved only for you, and it had your knees weak. you looked up into his dark, doe eyes and sighed, mumbling out a small "no." michael looked down at the floor beside you guys for a second, biting lightly at the inside of his cheek, trying and failing to hide how pleased he was.
"mhm," he subtly tugged you closer by the hem of your mini-cut dance shorts. "didn't think so."
they always fit you so good, hugging your lower curves beautifully and making your ass look perfect. michael loved how your thighs looked in them.
in close proximity, you pouted your lips at him.
"baby," you exaggerated softly, "you really makin' me do this?"
michael let out a laugh, lightly pushing at your hip as he walked back towards the studio mirror, giving you the floor.
he raised the volume up a little more as he took a seat, legs all spread and the palms of his hands resting on top of his knees. he had a pretty little smile on his face as he watched you set your bag down with a huff.
"just quit lookin' at me like that," he said.
your pout never left as you looked away from your bag and over at michael, "like what?"
"all cute," he answered all too fast, "i can't take it."
you rolled your eyes, but the smile never quite left your mouth. you only gave him an eight count.
rolling your shoulders, your body caught the music quickly. each lazy step was timed perfectly with the music. the movement wasn’t nearly as dramatic as it had been in the video, but michael's eyes never steered away from you. the silkiness of your movement continued as you crossed the floor.
once you got to him, you rolled your waist and you moved downward, lowering yourself to him. like that had been your destination the entire time.
michael bit at the bottom lip of his smile, guiding you down to his lap by your waist. his palm rubbed on your ass cheek before he hit it so so carefully, and lightly. he couldn't help himself.
"this is mine," he tried to sound intimidating, but his smile betrayed him.
the swell of your pussy was no match against the thin spandex material of your shorts. it rolled against the center of michael's pants, right where you could feel something hard growing beneath you.
you nodded your head, breathing all heavy too close to his mouth, "it's yours."
michael gave you a kiss, groaning into you when you rolled yourself against him again. he kept his lips lingering against yours as his shifted his pelvis, letting his dark jeans drag up against your clothed pussy.
the sound of his belt clanked against your belly piercing, setting the pace for you two to follow.
"this mouth is mine, okay mama?" his voice was barely audible as it was drowned out by the obscene noise of saliva and breath. all you could do was nod again, your eyes squeezing tighter.
you continue to roll your hips, soft moans leaving your sore throat as michael gently cradled the back of your head, pulling you against his chest.
"and this right here," he muttered, reaching frantically around the swell of your ass to rub at your pretty cunt from behind, "this pretty girl. she's mine."
with parted lips, you whined out a soft, "yes, yes," keeping your round cheek pressed up against him. michael could feel the heat radiating off of you, letting his two fingers massage the little bit of dampness he could feel before settling his two hands back on your waist. he guided your hips against his, his thumbs rubbing on your lower back as he matched your paces up.
he could tell by your desperate, throaty little voice that you were so close. close for him.
"that's it," michael let out a whine of his own, looking at you like you hung the stars, "that's my baby."
hiii i absolutely adoreeeee your writing style and i know you enjoy and need the lil boost sometimes. i crave soo much more of this dancer!reader w michael and its addicting but i hope you’re getting rest aside from writing!!
hiii bby thank you so much!! i have something real cute and nasty coming out for our dancer!reader either today or tmr. i love her so much and i just wanna make sure that every dancer!reader work that i put out fits her aesthetically and is enjoyable for you guys to read.
literally love you for the kind words mama, and i'm so so happy that you enjoy what i'm putting out!!💐🎀
so so sooo grateful for more black writers for MJ. ughhh love you!! and you’re deeply appreciated!
thank you so much my love, literally literally love u ᢉ𐭩
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