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𝔻𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪 𓆩♡𓆪

[plqnetkiyaa]

I think Michael would have had the time of his life with a fat girl. I mean we know that man is real handsy, you put a fine ass girl with a tummy, fat tits AND ass in front of him he all ova that like white on rice. and don’t let her be confident too, that nigga is in love and he’s def gonna marry her, matter fact he going ring shopping as we speak

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

you're laughing. The umbrella academy's final season destroyed every character's personal growth and semi-healed traumas, left huge plot-holes, completely abandoned some of it's most beloved side characters that were crucial in previous seasons and you're laugh-oh. You're crying. My bad. Go ahead. Let it out. Understandable.

[plqnetkiyaa]

To this day I’ve never finished s4 and I don’t plan on it

[sems-diarie]

idk if u did this but ugh just imagine izuku getting with a girl that is literally bakugo but girl version

a scoop of drabble! deku-sensei x fem!reader, pro hero katsuki x fem!reader. a teaspoon of smut.

you and katsuki look at each other, then to izuku. you both blink expectantly, watching as he rants and rambles with all of his body.

“you guys freak me out,” izuku insists. he runs a thick, scarred hand through a bush of green curls. one hand sits on his sturdy, jean-clad hip. handsome, the lady in you coos. breeder! the cave woman cries.

izuku’s voice rings delicious, though slightly panicked in your ears, “you—you say the same things, you bully me however you want—,”

“it’s what you need,” you chide him, tone soft and caressing. katsuki rubs your cold knee with a warm hand, an agreeable grin snatched across his pink lips.

izuku comes to kneel at your feet. his hands grip your ankles. you flush hot but hum coolly. your fingertips attach to his tanned, freckled cheek.

“this is so deeply serious to me,” izuku announces. your gentle tugging at his cheek adorably slurs his words. “you guys are radically different in so many ways, and still—,”

“you have a copy of her book shelf,” izuku sighs adoringly, almost. your fingers return to tease the soft garden of hair at his chin, budding into a quaint goatee. “but you’ve been building yours since we were six,” he continues, stars in his green eyes and breathless, “and i lucked out to the stars. found a—a mini-kacchan? the mini-kacchan.”

“we’re alike in all the ways that matter,” kacchan grunts, eyes boring into the side of your face. his arm stretches tight around your soft shoulders.

with his boot, he nudges izuku in the side. “you got a type—brat’s even blonde like me, eh?”

“yeah, for the season,” you cut in sharply. “honey blonde, to be exact—not that 613 shit you got going on. the next time you see me, i will be a redhead.” forget izuku.

you launch, pinching katsuki. katsuki takes your assault in stride, then seizes his opening. izuku, of course, is not one to be left out. somehow, you wind up on the floor, spread and caressed by two pairs of greedy hands.

it’s not when you wind up with pale, firm fingers teasing your nipples and izuku’s pink tongue tip licking with heroic strength on your clit.. it’s not when katsuki’s pale hands find their way to split your ass apart just to look at you.. it’s not even when you cum into izu’s mouth, writhing and mewling like a trapped kitty..

no, it’s only when your fat, soaked cunt is stretched and pounded open. it’s only when your fluttering, gushing pussy has been wrung of its nth orgasm. only when your pretty, swollen thing creams, then squirts, then creams again on alternating cocks, do you realize—baited.

they’ve baited you.

both of them.

[plqnetkiyaa]

Something I’ve come to realize is that nobody disrespects the Jackson family more than Michael’s fans. Obviously it’s not everyone, but it’s a good bunch that does and it’s so irritating. they ALL are so talented and it’s so sad that people downplay them because of Michael. Just don’t understand how you can claim to love him but in the same breath say he was the only talented one in that family. It’s absolute bullshit

[plqnetkiyaa]

Yall any time I see jermajesty im reminded of how much the Jackson family all genuinely looks so much alike, because that nigga looks so much like Jermaine it’s not even funny 😭😭 not to mention how much Tito and Jermaine looked alike

This is probably my favorite picture of both them, they look so fine gosh it’s not even funny 😩😩

I also found this other picture and I’m still not sure who it is, the description said Randy Jackson but it looks like Mike

Honestly it could genuinely be either one of them, Randy looked like a Mini Mike at one point

And not to even mention the Jackson sisters, they honestly could all be triplets

Never realized how much they look like Katherine till I saw this photo lol

[plqnetkiyaa]

Just found this picture, the genes in this damn family is strong asf 💀

[plqnetkiyaa]

Yall any time I see jermajesty im reminded of how much the Jackson family all genuinely looks so much alike, because that nigga looks so much like Jermaine it’s not even funny 😭😭 not to mention how much Tito and Jermaine looked alike

This is probably my favorite picture of both them, they look so fine gosh it’s not even funny 😩😩

I also found this other picture and I’m still not sure who it is, the description said Randy Jackson but it looks like Mike

Honestly it could genuinely be either one of them, Randy looked like a Mini Mike at one point

And not to even mention the Jackson sisters, they honestly could all be triplets

Never realized how much they look like Katherine till I saw this photo lol

[startingsomethin]

"michael jackson fanfic is wrong. he didn't consent to it. i read real people fanfic, but this is weird." y'all have selective outrage, i swear.

none of you were saying shit when a harry styles fanfic became a movie series and saying michael didn't consent like it isn't well documented how he was actively involved in fan clubs about himself, where he would happily engage with his fans and was found giggling and kicking his feet, reading fanfic about himself. people in his inner circle have said he never had an issue with it, he enjoyed the attention.

there was a whole website dedicated to fanfiction specifically written about him. people acting like he lived in the dark ages and wasn't alive for the Internet, so dumb. please focus on your own faves and leave us alone. my god. you ever think you keep getting recommended michael fanfic because you keep engaging in it?

[plqnetkiyaa]

THAT PART

[startingsomethin]

MICHAEL JACKSON

NTV Japan interview (1996)

[plqnetkiyaa]

Fav gigglebutt

[michaeldiary]

off the wall michael falling in love with midnight ballerina!reader who wants absolutely nothing to do with him because he’s too sweet and far too innocent for her, and she’s lowkey mean about it but he keeps visiting her like a lost puppy because he’s smitten. he’s handing over crazy cash and becomes an accidental trick. michael is convinced he can save you and at some point during one of his visits he works up enough courage to say: “miss (stage name), can i.. see you with clothes on..?” and he thinks that’s a very okay way to ask you out. he’s literally sweating bullets and the glass in his hand is shaking.

you can’t even be mad because you heard him order the drink. and he asked for a “virgin screwdriver” ...... so it’s literally just orange juice. ANGEL BABY! (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)

[plqnetkiyaa]

someone, anyone I BEG of you please write this 🙏🏽

[plqnetkiyaa]

I’m gon say something an ion want yall to be mad at be BUTTTT..

JERMAINE HAD THE BEST FRO

[cheremj]

bestfriend!michael headcanons

contains: thriller!era mike, semi-fluff, smut (minors dni), cunnilingus, edging, teasing, michael being a freak, michael being mean, michael keeping your panties bc again he’s a FREAK, proofread, uhhh first post what’s up

If you enjoyed pls like n reblog!! I’ll do a part 2 if so :3

requests are heavily encouraged!

bestfriend!michael who you’ve been by his side before everything got loud, before his name was in every conversation. You were easy to find whenever his world got too overwhelming, being brought back to a relaxed state from just your presence alone. He’s been the same for you, always knowing when you need a distraction from your own problems simply from taking one look at you. It’s a silent language you both speak.

bestfriend!michael who sometimes wonder what he did in his past life to be blessed with a best friend who’s patience and understanding is out of this world, where you never argued when he couldn’t squeeze hanging out with you in his already busy schedule. It’ll at times be weeks since the last time you saw him, but your guys bond is still held strong. His schedule is out of his control, you can’t change that even if you tried. However, on days he can’t visit, he’ll never end the night without hitting up your line to chat about each other’s days before sleep hits the both of you.

bestfriend!michael who’s close friendship he had with you made you hear the same question be asked to you over the years.

“Are you guys anything more?”

You remember the first time hearing something similar, when you guys were only kids. Your older sibling teasing you, asking if that’s your new boyfriend, and you still remember your reaction. You immediately shook your head with a grossed out expression, responding with giggles: “No, never!”

Now? You don’t know if you can say the same answer.

Over time, you felt your eyes lingering a little longer than necessary. Heading into your guys’ early 20s, you started to notice things that undoubtedly left your cheeks flushed. When did his mindless touches to your shoulders, hands on waist to move past you, or ruffling your hair to be an ass leave you holding your breath? When did him sitting next to you during your guys many movie nights at home have you fighting the urge to scoot a little closer, so close your fingertips would graze his resting on the cushions, longing for his touch?

When did your eyes had a mind of its own as it traveled down to his soft lips as he spoke to you, thinking of what it would feel like if you closed the distance between his and yours?

And when are you going to start to realize he’s been having those same thoughts about you as well?

bestfriend!michael who for the past few weeks has been driving you crazier than you would like to admit. There’s been a shift in your guys’ dynamic, starting to pick up hidden intentions in Michael’s actions and words.

A swipe of his thumb to get rid of a crumb sticking too close to your lip when you guys grabbed lunch, ignoring the fact that there are plenty of napkins to instead offer on the table.

Catching his eyes on you through the living room mirror you’re using to fix up your appearance, not missing the way they check every curve on your body as quick as he thinks he’s being.

Being Invited to join him during an event, a fun first time experience for you that he’ll happily make happen. You missed the way his breath caught in his throat when you came down the steps after an hour of getting ready, your gussied up appearance a sight he’s never seen before until now. You caught yourself at a nearby mirror and overthinking thoughts started to flood your mind, asking out loud to yourself if you should change something up about your hair or wear a completely different dress.

“You look gorgeous.”

You slowly peered over your shoulder, how naturally the compliment rolled off his tongue like he’s been meaning to say it for the past few minutes. He’s quick to play it off after how you reacted, rolling his eyes. “Is that what you wanted to hear? Now c’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

He’s testing that best friend label you guys have, and he isn’t careful anymore about it. Now he’s just waiting when you’ll join in.

bestfriend!michael who sits at his desk, writing lyrics for his new album the second it comes to him and crumbling up any that doesn’t sit right with him anymore. Doesn’t matter he just got back from the studio almost an hour ago, back to working in his room as his mind is still racing with ideas that could or could not work. He isn’t alone, you sitting on the bed as his company for the night. You insisted on coming over, not caring to hear how he’ll still be working and it would be boring to stick around, to visit another time.

Michael places a few papers onto the bed without ever looking. “Tell me your thoughts on those.” You go to pick them up, reading each line with a small smile on your face. It was your favorite how much Michael values your opinion on things he does in his life, being the first he comes to for advice. One of them being his lyricism, knowing you won’t hold back on your thoughts if they rhyme or if they’re too cheesy.

One line made you giggle quietly, but he heard it nonetheless. He looks over, eyebrows knit together. “What?”

You shake your head, having your hand cover your smile that threatens to grow. “Nothing, nothing, just— ‘girl I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try?’”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Find it hard to believe, is all.” It wasn’t uncommon for you two to mess with one another, it comes with being best friends with anyone. That’s how you would’ve excused your response, but it was a clear attempt to start something. Something that goes beyond being playful with one another.

He raises an eyebrow, standing up to snatch the papers out of your hand with a scoff. “Oh yeah?” First butterfly to flutter in your stomach. “It’s okay, wasn’t expecting you to, anyways.” He finishes saying with his back towards you again, stacking his papers all neatly.

“Oh good, because we’d be here all day.”

You saw him stop stacking, perking his head up. He not only faced you again, but walked over till his knees bumped the edge of the bed.

You saw a glint in his eyes that made the butterfly in your stomach to flutter a second time.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re wanting me to prove you wrong.”

Oh, was it that obvious?

Your mouth went dry, staring up where Michael stands who doesn’t even look like the best friend you’ve grown up with. Someone who looks like they’ve been holding back their desires that’s been getting too loud inside of them the second your guys’ closeness took a shift. Someone who’s been clinging onto strength that gets thinner each passing day they set their eyes on you.

Someone who’s been waiting for the other to grant them permission this entire time.

“I’d say prove me wrong, Mike.”

bestfriend!michael who for the past three minutes has his lips travel all across your skin besides where you want it to land the most, feeling his smile due to every squirm and whine you can’t hold back.

He scatters the gentlest kisses down your neck, starting from a sensitive spot he discovered behind your ear, leaving nips in between then soothes it with his tongue. You had your neck craned to the side, giving him as much room as you could allow to paint your skin in hickeys like a blank canvas, hickeys you won’t find yourself worrying to conceal until the very next morning.

Until you squirmed again, lolling your head back forward to catch his lips with yours in another desperate attempt. He once again denies, a soft chuckle at your face screwing up in frustration.

“Please, Mikey..” His nickname that you’ve claimed for him since you were kids leaves your lips, and he couldn’t help but to fully pull back with a more audible laugh, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

He goes to lean in, having you believe he’ll finally kiss you, but his lips just stops short from yours with a smile. “I hear ya, girl.”

Michael has the kisses go lower, and lower, immediately making you forget being mad at him again for denying your lips to meet. It travels down the valley of your chest, one of his hands bunching up the fabric of your shirt so it can smoothly continue down to your stomach. He revels in every shiver he pulls out of you, every squirm, every soft moan you try so hard to resist to but fail miserably. You didn’t want to prove his point this quickly, too stubborn for your own good sometimes. And he knows this, so he’ll spare you the embarrassment and won’t comment on your little noises until much later.

You feel a gentle tug at the waistband of your pants, but it was to only grab your attention. You pick your head up to meet his eyes, who’re silently asking for permission. You nod, a little too eager, and he hooks his thumbs underneath to slide them all the way down.

You feel the cool air hit your damp panties, tinted pink rising to your cheeks at the realization settling in on how wet you’ve been since this started, especially just from him kissing all over you. You see him bite the bottom of his lip, holding back a tease, starting to slowly disregard the cloth that loosely stands between him and your cunt.

You caught from your half-lidded eyes him pocketing the material, but you don’t get a chance to comment as he lets his breath fan against your cunt, causing your hips to jerk up. He holds your legs open, fingers digging into your skin unapologetically.

He covers the inside of your thighs with bite marks, aiming to have you jump each time his teeth caught skin, then soothing the slight pain with his tongue. You truly couldn’t wrap your head around in the situation you’re in right now, how this all unfolded with innocent banter. Or so you’d like to excuse it as being and nothing more…

You were barely given any time to grab a fistful of his hair the second he stopped the bites and pressed his mouth to your soaked cunt, grip on your thighs now bruising. A broad, heavy stripe is licked up the length of your cunt before he takes your clit into his mouth and rolls it hard between his lips.

There’s nothing slow in the way he devours you, a complete contrast to his kisses earlier before. It’s seeping with hunger he’s been carrying for days, longtime yearning, and need. Every sound he makes against your cunt is shameless, has you tugging and gasping but he never relents for a second.

His tongue fucks into you, and you tried to chase for more, hips going to grind up into his mouth. However, he responds by tightening his hold, thumbs digging harder into your thighs to hold you down. Never giving you an inch of space to breathe, having you take every tight swirl of his tongue on your pearl, every deep suck that pulls cries from your throat you never thought you could make until now.

In the midst of his tongue working rough, precise strokes, his nose starts to nudge juust right against your clit that has your hand slip from his hair to now twist into the sheets. His eyes fluttered open to look at the way you let out a choked moan, legs trembling on either side of his head, and he knew what it did to you.

“Fuck, you’re—“ but the words barely formed as you get lost into another breathless gasp, Michael nudging his nose more firmly up against your clit with purpose this time.

The pleasure starts to blur into something more sharper, every muscle in your body seizing tight as the world narrows to the heat of his mouth, taking you to what you think will be the rush of your orgasm.

But it abruptly stopped. The heat of his mouth no longer swarming your cunt, instead met back with the coolness of the air. You snap your eyes open, hips still chasing for a feeling that’s been long snatched away. You have yourself be propped up lazily with your elbows, greeted with a shit-eating grin you so badly wanted to slap right off of him.

“W-What is wrong with you?” You spatted, every nerve on your body feeling like it’s on fire from the intense edge you just had to endure.

Michael wipes your slick clean off from his mouth with the back of his hand, the calmness written all over his face in regards to your frustrated one almost laughable if anyone else were in the room.

“Now, what were your thoughts on that lyric again?”

[cinnamoncunt]

the shit i’m seeing on twitter about this gc business/baenation i hope yall are proud af! because now jaafar ain’t gon give yall the light of day like you harassed his wife and didn’t think we would call the cops and block yall? stay in a fans place if yall intl focused on the issue at hand with her this wouldn’t be happening like clockwork yall do this bull in every male actors fanbase and wonder why they start pulling beyoncé’s and don’t wanna interact with yall and be private

addition: this also shows that yall didn’t give a fck about no zionism or palestine as a whole only used that as a cover for your jealousy and parasocialism because instead of harassing her and constantly speaking on her like some kind of fan you could’ve been sending this girl sources on how to raise awareness to gaza and even films to watch to show how serious this genocide is but no oh no yall just wanted to be performative to your own benefit and now look and i bet he finna tell jermajesty along with the family so kiss yall lil fantasies goodbye

[plqnetkiyaa]

Yall it happened AGAIN

I think he feeling me yall I don’t know though 😋

[plqnetkiyaa]

Omg! Some of yall are genuinely batshit insane. Why the fuck are yall sending coochie pics to jafaar?? Like I know we been joking but at this rate we really are not getting that second movie 😭

[plqnetkiyaa]

YALL I normally don’t do Stuff like this BUT this is genuinely one of the best Michael Jackson fanfiction I’ve ever read and I would be an actual villain if I deprived you guys of the same joy I’ve felt reading this book.

Its a wattpad book by THEKIMPRINT

It’s called ‘ luminosity ‘ and it’s AMAZING! If you want a good book that goods in depth and fleshes out relationships and personalities, this book is for you. Michael in this fic is something else yall 😩

Just trust me and go read it yall

[plqnetkiyaa]

OMG???

Yall his ass really do be lurking 😭

[plqnetkiyaa]

and if I said jermajesty has a Snapchat video out there somewhere with formation playing in the background and he’s smirking at the camera because he legitimately has the Jackson 5 nostrils