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Aldri tie aldri glemme 22. Juli ❤️‍🩹

Ylvs, she/her, nerd for basically everything, in a mjj phase, book nerd, 22 yrs of age, loves a whole vareity of fandoms, michael j. jackson personal wife, fuck toy and slut and everything else. 🕶💫

writes: dark themes, fluff, angst (smut is a no-no, but i read it)

#masterlist banners #bucky barnes #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #steve rogers #the avengers

xazse

Ummm that was fucking great?? More puppySoap and cowReader please!

Omg I’m glad you liked it I was so nervous about posting it but ofc I’ll give you more! And I made it a farmer au because yeah!!!

Cw: Spanking + MeanFarmer!Simon + CowHybrid!Reader + PuppyHybrid!Soap + lactation

When I said that you’re an extremely good girl for Simon I really meant it, he’s strict about his household and what he allows you and Johnny to do, there is no room for arguments, you tried that when you first arrived on the farm and it was quickly corrected by Simon and resulted in your obedience and a sore ass later that day which he promptly also took care of. Now you’re the most “spoiled” thing on his farm but you like to think it’s the opposite some days. You do let Simon milk you daily but of course Johnny has to be there while you’re practically at your most vulnerable :(

You moan and writhe in his heavy grip, he keeps you locked and still over a bucket, there’s machines made just for cow hybrids but Simon prefers the old method: “Not buying a thousand dollar machine for something I can do for free with my hands” he’d said when you first complained.

The milk spurts into the pail in intervals, Johnny squirms watching your expressions so intently, it morphs from pain immediately into pleasure when Simon pinches your nipple in between his fingers, fuck it feels so damn good, and maybe just maybe having another set of eyes on you intensifies the atmosphere.

And when you’re all done Simon lets Johnny indulge all he wants, for being a good pup and waiting patiently he gets to wrap his lips around your nipple and suckle all he wants.

His eyes fall half-lidded like he’s the most content he’s ever been, your sweet milk cascades down his throat and he drinks it so greedily not spilling a drop, your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, Johnny sucking always gets you so wound up and horny. Simon absolutely loves to watch his pup and cow get along so sweetly, his own cock stirs to life watching the two of you whine and pant.

calicounderwool

Mornings with Johnny and Simon are a coin toss.

Some mornings, it’s soft and filled with cuddles. Simons warm hand splayed over Johnny’s hip with gentleness that rarely shows. Johnnys fingers curled in blonde locks as hazel eyes trace features, staring back at the Scotsman. Before two pairs of eyes dip down to your sleeping form between them.

Johnny loves staying in bed with you, voice raspy and cracking with morning dryness as he mutters to you, planting kisses all over your face. Simon peels himself away, the throb of a caffeine headache urging him to be the first to get up and make a pot of coffee. But he returns after a few sips and crawls back into bed.

They take turns, spoiling their sweet bird.

Johnny slipping away for his morning jog as Simon keeps you warm under the blankets.

“C’mon, luv… almost nine, need ta’ wake up.” He rumbles beside you, digits trailing up and down your spine as if memorizing each vertebrae.

Other mornings, you wake before them. You squirm your way out from between them, bare feet padding along the wooden floor boards until you’re in the kitchen. Coffee brews as eggs crackle and pop in a greased pan. Simon is first to wake, calling out to you with a twinge of worry lacing his voice.

It’s not until you appear in the bedroom doorway with two mugs that he relaxes, Johnny smiling big and lazy.

“There’s our wee bird… so pretty this mornin’.” Johnny snorts when you grin and plant a wet kiss on his cheek before handing him his coffee. Simon draws in a breath of contentment when he too gets his morning kiss and a sip of his coffee.

Either way, the three of you have soft mornings. One way or another.

iridreams

Smut 18+, Threesome, Johnny/Reader/Simon

Simon and Johnny eat it nasty style and most impotantly; together. Sharing a bird has always been their thing, always will be. Nothing better than seeing a flustered thing tripping over her words, trapped between too thick, muscled bodies with nowhere to run.

Simon keeps your legs open, big hands dug into the plush of your thighs as you're seated on his lap. Johnny comes crawling like the mutt he is, tongue ready to lick up all the sweet juice dripping out of your pussy and finger you like there is no tomorrow. Until your cunt is swollen and throbbing, the sheets ruined, he won't stop, burying his face into you, trying to stain your smell and taste into his beard.

Once you're pliant, Simon lets you lay back, now also crawling between your legs. Grabbing Johnny by his neck, he helps him pick up the pace, his own tongue joining his sergeants, all just one messy tongue kiss pressed against your cunt as they make out, both sicking a finger or two into you until you're gushing around them, back arched off the bed, legs trembling. Maybe Johnny gets a turn with your cunt while Simon fucks him from behind.

mikaylajacksonnn

i wake up and start reading fics like it’s the daily news..

its my source of energy for the day.. i skip coffee n go straight to tumblr

mikaylajacksonnn

my exact reaction to accidentally refreshing my page and losing the fic i was reading..

then i look for it and can’t find it ANYWHERE.

babybeapplehead

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ℓღνє

𑣲 summary . . in 1977-ish, michael picks up his prom date. ꒱

𑣲 warnings . . none really this is fluff sorry . maybe inaccurate? don’t ask how or why michael jackson would go to prom. he calls u tink. bill mentioned we loveee ꒱

🜲ྀི YARI’S NOTE . . um i’m still upset i didn’t get prom so i kinda wrote this for myself. this is entirely self indulgent. still, hopefully you enjoy reading (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ꒱

jsgoodfriends

ON & OFF. suggestive.

— based off of this vid.

You twiddle your fingers together, sitting in the back of the limousine with michael as his driver cruises down the street to a restaurant you two planned to have dinner at for your anniversary.

you were in a black dress that complimented his bedazzled outfit, his curls shiny and perfect, and legs spread as he stares out the window at the passing trees and people.

he still had his sunglasses on, the iconic shades that he occasionally wears if he isn’t feeling down for his aviators.

“Michael,” you turn your head towards him, a slight pout on your lips, his head immediately turns towards you in attention. “do you think you can take off your glasses?” you ask and he raises a brow. “So.. i can see your eyes.”

he pauses for a moment and then takes the shades off, rolls down the window and tosses the shades out of it, turning back to you with a wink before saying. “Can you see me now?”

Your face heats and you stare at him in stunned silence, a pulse starting between your legs. Oh god, your boyfriend was too hot for his own good.

He laughs a bit, its slightly raspy but still has its softness to it. “I take that as a yes.” the car slows to a stop and he takes your hand. “Lets go enjoy dinner, hm?”

perm tags: @kissmyglxck

pytalia

I am so, so, SO happy with how this turned out!! MJ as nightcrawler is the thing I didn’t know I needed in life😩🤌

original art by @amnesia-sc Thank you so much for giving me permission to do this, I love your art and I’m so glad you liked it🥹❤️

My back hurts🥲

angelfcee

❤︎⁠ thinking about 𝓶ature!michael with 𝒻.teacher!reader who happens to be prince and Paris favorite teacher. He rearranges his entire schedule just so he can be the one doing morning drop-off and afternoon pickup because he's completely obsessed with her— the tension between them unbearable. Don’t even get me started on the parent-teacher conferences where they literally don't talk about school at all- him sitting in a plastic chair that's way too small for his long frame, knees brushing hers under the low table until he finally reaches out, catching her chin in between his fingers to tilt her face up. "I was wondering if you can tell me when you're free this weekend, i wanna have you all to myself."