he was so ready i am IRRITATED!💔
i don't do bad sauce passes
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
One Nice Bug Per Day
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Monterey Bay Aquarium
cherry valley forever

YOU ARE THE REASON
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz

ellievsbear
DEAR READER
trying on a metaphor
ojovivo

Kaledo Art

seen from Germany
seen from Italy
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
@mochiinut
he was so ready i am IRRITATED!💔

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
DADA
what if dangerous michael got severely turned on during one of your modeling shows? 18+
you were michael’s bombshell, his angel, and his entire world and as a much supportive boyfriend, he’s sitting on the sidelines of the runway with such easy access to you it made him utterly insane.
your strut. your legs. the way your hips moved so sensually yet at a fast pace to measure the tempo of the background music—everything simply making michael silent in utter shock as he watched you walk down the runway. not expecting to want you so badly and have the growing desire to tear every piece of clothing over your body, as you repeatedly stand over him at the edge.
michael, now with warmth settling in his lower stomach and his jacket feeling heavier than usual— he continues muttering repeated profanities and praises under his breath to prevent those around him from hearing such sensual and perverted things he wanted to do to you.
“fuck baby walk just like that.”
“another spin—atta girl show off for them baby.”
“all that ass and just mines mmm”
the consistent walk and different lingerie outfits wrapping around your hips, pushing your breasts up higher than usual, and your skin shining with soft oils and glittery makeup, made michael lose the last bit of sanity he withheld inside.
his hand lowered softly as he begins palming over his crotch and under the portfolios that were given out prior to the show starting. he couldn’t stop staring you down as you blow him a quick innocent lil kiss walking away—completely unaware at michael’s need and overall hunger. that’s till the show ended with your head deep between the glam room sofa cushions and tears streaming down your glittered eyes.
“y’know you looked real pretty out there angel.” michael praises, still with a hand holding down your head, as he continues to repeatedly fuck you harder while only listening to your small whimpers and pleads vibrate against the cushions.
your mascara tainting your blushed cheeks with faint “thank you’s” leaving your lips repeatedly at the sound of michael’s words. the growing sound of how wet you were surrounded the whole room as you slowly start to drip down your inner thighs, leaving michael to continue using your pussy as he pleases.
“but you look so much prettier like this.” as his finger hooks around the designer necklace around your neck from the show. your face now lifted up to display a beautiful mess in-front of michael’s dark eyes as he laughs under his breath at how pathetic you were melting in-front of him. “just f’me baby. my personal model.”
just a thought . . .
mature!michael x kimora lee!single mom reader....i don't know why, but it's just been on my mind lately. like i love kimora and her whole aesthetic/personality, and obviously im in love with mature michael (😋) anyways, writers feel free to use this if you're interested at all<3
he ate down with these damn blow outs

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Protective, Jermajesty x fem!reade
contains: arguing, fluff, protective!jermajesty, annoying ex, mentions of weed, light flirting
masterlist , taglist
You and your boyfriend had been arguing a lot lately. Out of nowhere he became an insecure prick, which is exactly what you promised yourself you'd never get into.
You couldn't even go to a party anymore without him freaking out, he'd get pressed if you wore certain things. It had been getting far too annoying lately and today you decided to pull the plug on the relationship.
You didn't even give him time to argue, you walked right out of the house and drove home. The second you were out of his sight he started blowing up your phone, talking complete bullshit like - "You gonna go fuck other guys now?" "You're fucking stupid y'know" "Come back right now or I'll fucking kill you"
None of that hurt you nor scared you. You needed a man in your life who would let you go to parties, be excited to see you in your cute clothes, you needed a man who knew exactly who he was and could protect you without being restricting and insecure.
The phone kept buzzing when you arrived back at your place, you need relief and you needed it fast. So you texted the one person in LA who could get you a quick fix like your life depended on it. Jermajesty Jackson.
You didn't really know him like that, you were around when your friends would buy from him. The two of you had little to no interaction.
With no hesitation, you texted his number.
You: Hi, Jermajesty?
Jermajesty: wsp
Jermajesty: Your friends need more weed?
You: I do
Jermajesty: where u at? I can be there quick
You sent him over your address and sat on the couch anticipating his arrival.
As he said, he got there quick. You headed outside to his car, walking to the driver's side window. "You good? I ain't know you smoked." He says. "Yeah, me and my boyfriend broke up today and he's being a pain in the ass." You reply.
He nods his head, "I just gotta roll up real quick, you wanna come sit?" He asks, pointing to the passenger side of his car.
You didn't have a care in the world, you were finally free, no restrictions. You walked over to the passenger side and sat in it. "Tell me bout' your breakup." he says.
"Well out of nowhere he started being insecure and always telling me where I can and can't go, what I can and can't do, what I can and can't wear." you answer.
You watch as he rolls the blunt so effortlessly, he did it like it was second nature.
'Shit, if I had a girl like you, I'd drive myself insane too." He jokes, looking at you with his big brown eyes.
You can't help but be flattered. You were always so intrigued by him. You loved the way he held himself, the way he was never scared of anyone or anything. He was something your ex could never be.
"Okay but you'd be able to beat a guy up if he got close to me, him on the other hand would get mad at me when it's not even my fault" you reply.
He nods his head agreeing with you. You watch as he pulls the blunt up to his mouth, licking it and rolling it fully together.
"Ladies first." He says, handing you the blunt.
You place it in between your lips, he brings the lighter close to you and lights the blunt for you.
You inhale it quickly, coughing as you blow it out. "Easy girl." He says with a chuckle.
The two of you sit and smoke the blunt, casual conversations coming and going. All the time you spent with him you had completely forgotten about your ex already.
"You wanna roll up again tomorrow?" he asks.
"Yeah sure, how much do I owe you for today?" you ask.
"It's on me pretty girl, least I can do." he replies with a soft grin, "Just promise me you don't go anywhere near him." he adds.
"I can do that" you reply as you exit the car.
Up until you saw him the next day you thought of him. He barely left your mind, you loved the way the conversation flowed, the way there was no pressure.
You were overly excited to see him again. You got yourself decently dolled up, but not enough to where it seemed like you were trying too hard.
Aside from Jermajesty, your ex continued to blow up your phone, you answered maybe once or twice, just to get him to shut up for a while.
You felt butterflies as you received the text from Jermajesty saying he was on the way over. You did last minute things like fixing your lip gloss, spraying perfume and gathering your bag.
As soon as he said he was there you rushed out of your house, eager to get to him. You hop in on the passenger side, trying to hold back your excitement to see him. "Hey pretty girl, you do what I ask?" he says.
"Mhm" you reply. "Atta girl" he praises.
"I got a nice quiet parking lot I like to smoke in, you wanna go?" he offers.
You agreed. The car ride there was nice, the two of you talked and talked while music played faintly in the background.
When you arrived at the spot he started rolling up right away, you watched, admiring the sunset that was behind him. "Look at the sunset" You say, pointing behind him.
"See, I told you it was a good spot, take a picture." he answers.
You pull out your phone and point it twoards him, he holds his thumb up while showing the almost fully rolled blunt in his hand.
The two of you started smoking. It was even easier than yesterday, it was as if his tough guy act was wearing off. The both of you grew closer as you spoke.
You notice your phone buzzing and buzzing faintly in front of you. You turn it around to see it was your ex, you had far too many missed messages from him.
Ex: Where the fuck are you??
Ex: I'm coming to your location now
Ex: I swear to God if I see you with a guy I'll fuck him up
You didn't believe he was really coming, given his behavior in the relationship he was far too pussy to do anything.
You continue the conversation, your hands both rested on the center consol, about to touch.
the two of you inched your hands closer and closer until you were interrupted by a car engine revving behind you.
You notice the car right away, "Shit, that's my ex." you announce. Jermajesty turns his head, watching as your ex exits the car and approaches you.
The both of you get out of the car, you stood close beside Jermajesty.
"The fuck are you doing Y/n" He says, walking up to you with nothing but anger in your body.
"Can you relax, I'm just hanging out." you answer.
Jermajesty inches closer in front of you.
"We broke up yesterday and you're already out with other guys? I knew you were a slut." He yells.
Jermajesty pushes him, "Don't fucking talk to her like that." he barks.
"This is my girl. Don't tell me what to do" your ex says, walking closer to you.
Jermajesty steps fully in front of you, Your hands hold his bicep, peeking at what's happening.
"What you're dating a fucking drug dealer now?" your ex asks.
"And what if she is. I'll take way better care of her than your punk ass did." He answers.
His words leave a smirk tugging at your lips, this is exactly what you needed the whole time. A man that could protect you and not be insecure.
"I took perfect care of her. She's just a fucking ungrateful brat." Your ex adds.
"Watch what you fucking say about her," He says, pushing him again. "You don't know how lucky you are to even be near her." He adds.
"I'll say whatever the fuck I want." He says boldly.
Jermajesty steps to him and punches him right in the face, leaving his knuckles bleeding and your ex on the floor. He walks above him and grabs the collar of his shirt, lifting him up. "Stay the fuck away from her or I'll kill you next time." He states.
"Fuck off." You ex adds, not letting the situation go.
Jermajesty punches him harder one last time before walking you to the car.
He pulls out of the lot, his knuckle still bleeding. "Thank you for doing that." You say.
"Of course girl, I'm sorry you had to see it." He says, looking at you with his pretty eyes.
"Trust me, I liked seeing it." You joke.
tags: @suxyio @luvvconceal @postbodyarchive @kingoveverything @natesibsdih @swagonometryfr @honeyperched @swagmastergenerall @samisobased @jjscoquette @fawnyboibeauty @holilove @heart-of-promises @ibelieveinfairyz @7thstrunner @2005irlfawn @lattetwirll @2bun22 2 @rommantik @holli22star @2lilaclace @missmodelsexx @stellalaylas @2horsey @porcelainprincess11 @2autumndrunk @yallnotogso @killcel @reallyamthegoat08 @inga-25 @munniefetishh @malcomtoddsn1gf @holli-wanna-b-a-st2r @lovemehardcoreangel @qiyokuliife @2romllis @takiimuncher @sippingonsin @y-yasminn @22angel2 @maracops @glowygurlie @tiamonetsworld
🐆💋 — dbf!michael’s tender touches consumed you. after you cried your heart out to him, he helped you upstairs and made the bath for you with flowers and lavender to ease your stress and let your body rest. michael waited at the edge of his bed for you, biting his thumb as he thought about you and your face, your soft touches bringing his body to slumber. to be fair, the long days he’s been having are catching up to him, and with you, crying so much finally caught up to you. you haven’t felt this vulnerable in a while, but your heart feels safer in michael’s presence.
you came out of his bathroom with a bonnet on and a silk robe, the house feeling colder, possibly because you were away from michael’s arms. he look up at you, his doe eyes twinkling in the warm light as he stared at heaven. you are his heaven, his muse. michael stands, slow with his moments, not wanting to weary you. he goes over to the side you were planning to sleep on, opens the bedcover, and pats the pillow. you walk over to him and get into the bed. michael tucks the sheets against your body, the coldness and warmth hitting all at once. michael then moved over to his side, taking his glasses off and turning the lights off, his hands find your body and pull you closer into his chest. his lips press onto your forehead against as his fingers move over your back, singing you to sleep.
My kitchen ♥️
MICHAEL JACKSON DANGEROUS - Live in Munich 1999
oh im pregnant
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ thriller era
⌗ synopsis: one unexpected kiss on the cheek brings one very jealous michael jackson.
⌗ contents: kissing, slightly suggestive, jealousy, swearing.
FRIDAY, 7:08 pm
the stage lights of the 1986 American music awards were so painfully bright they made everything shimmer—the cameras, the crowd, the gold envelope that trembled slightly within your grip. regardless you held a steady smile, letting out a puff of air.
you weren’t sure if it was the nerves or because your micheal was sitting front row looking like a million bucks.
the quiet, brilliant, endlessly gentle micheal that made it his mission to kiss off all of your lipstick right before you went on stage. lips still swollen with friction. you freshened up of course but the sensation of his soft, plump, warm lips still lingered.
your heels clicked sharply against the polished stage floor as you walked out, making a mental note to not trip. the lights were far to bright, the applause too forced, and the air too thick with perfume.
but none of that is what made your stomach twist.
it was him.
micheal was right there in the front row, leaning slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees. his suit was unbelievably crisp, gleaming just enough to catch the light, curls styled perfectly in his signature hairstyle. but it was the way he stared that made the pressure in your gut intensify.
a smug smile etched onto his face as he watched you walk up on stage, looking beyond proud at how he could see the swollen nature of your kissed out lips from where he was sitting.
you forced your thoughts into a line and stepped to the microphone.
“good evening,” you spoke, smile soft and steady. “tonight, i have the honor of presenting best male rock artist..”
absentmindedly his lips parted, eyes softening just hearing your voice. and something in his posture shifted, like he was silently rooting for you even though you were just reading off a card.
you cleared your throat, trying not to look at him.
“and the award goes to..”
you opened the envelope slowly just like you practiced, dragging out the suspense because that’s what the producers wanted— but also because there was a small shake in your hands.
“bruce springsteen!” you flipped the card around to show the audience.
the crowd cheered so loudly it vibrated your ribs.
you brightened, a practiced smile curling your lips upwards.
and then bruce was suddenly there, jogging up the stairs with the biggest grin, energy exploding off of him as he swept you right off your feet, literally.
“y/n! get over here!” he laughed, arms opening far to wide.
before you could even properly brace yourself for what was to come, which absolutely wasn’t planned. he swept you up.
you were lifted off the ground, feet dangling in the air, dress tightening around your waist from where his arms were braced around you, spinning you around in a full circle like the two of you were headlining a rom-com.
your stomach flipped nervously, but you managed a breathless laugh for the cameras. hands gripping his shoulders for support because you refused to face plant on national television.
“bruce!” you yelped, heat rushing to your face. “this is not what we practiced!” you looked at the camera with a smile, making this all seem natural.
he only grinned wider, setting you back onto your heels while keeping one strong arm braced alongside your back to steady you. his fingers dug into your waist like he had every right to, like he knew your body better then you did.
then he leaned in, warm breath brushing against your cheek.
and before you could react, he kissed your cheek like he’s done it before. quick, playful, dishonest.
but bold above it all.
way, way to bold.
of course the audience loved it, they whooped and cheered with delight. completely eating it up.
but something inside of you clenched, because that kiss was purely meant for the cameras. it felt a little like he was showing off. like he felt comfortable enough to show something off that wasn’t his because your dress hugged you in all the right places.
you forced out a bitter laugh, stepping back a half step, keeping the energy light and playful. “you’re too much, bruce.”
but as he moved to the microphone, you let your eyes drift off to the crowd. most importantly the front row, gauging everyone’s reactions to that ridiculous performance by the rockstar.
micheal hadn’t moved, not even a little.
his expression wasn’t angry, he doesn’t do angry in public. but his jaw was noticeably tight, his mouth drawn into a firm line and eyes were dark in a way that made your heart skip several beats.
like he’d gone very, very quiet in a way that meant he was thinking too much. the same silent storm you knew to be troubling. continuing to eat at him until he finally snapped.
and even worse, his eyes weren’t just roaming your face, they were tracing the spots where bruce had touched you, like he was replaying it. he hated the memory even sitting in his conscience.
“shit,” you mouthed under your breath, half amused, half already bracing for the argument later.
you hesitantly stepped back up to the podium after bruce had finished his speech, trying to swallow the racing pulse that threatened to jump out of your mouth.
“now we present the special guest of the night award,” you cleared your throat, hands gesturing towards micheal. “micheal jackson everybody!”
the crowd exploded with cheers and legitimate excitement, but you could barley focus because when he stood up everything else around you became a distant dull buzz.
he moved with such a different grace then the rockstar previous to him, no rush, no show. just unapologetically himself, smooth careful steps like the entire room was something he already knew how to navigate.
but his eyes?
they hadn’t left you for even a second, even now as he walked up the steps. when he reached you he stopped just close enough to feel your breath against his neck. taking a moment to look you up and down, tongue darting out to his bottom lip.
“you’re staring mikey,” you whispered automatically, softer then you intended.
his eyes snapped to your face, looking at the same cheek that another man had just previously kissed. the thought alone made his hands clench, knuckles flushing white with abhorrent anger.
he took the award when it was handed to him, but it barley registered. his fingers closed around it like an afterthought.
“thank you…very much,” he began. “im honored.”
applause rolled through the room casually, but he didn’t respond to it the way he usually did. he didn’t shy away from it, he didn’t even give a boyish smile.
instead, his eyes angrily flicked towards you again.
your lips twitched faintly, he wasn’t being subtle about this, not even a little.
“i think…it’s important to remember,” he continued slowly, voice tender but firm underneath it all. “to treat women with respect, with unconditional care.”
a silent beat passed.
“i don’t like when people forget that.”
your eyebrows lifted slightly, the corner of your mouth fighting a smile you refused to make a show of.
because you knew him all to well, this wasn’t a speech. this was micheal trying his hardest not to say too much in front of thousands of people. even worse, taking you in his arms and kissing you in places that would absolutely get you two blacklisted from an event like this ever again.
“thank you for this, to everyone who really supports me. knows that i don’t tolerate ignorance.” he finished a little to quickly, like staying up there any longer would make him lose control of something.
then he stepped back, immediately turning towards you. not the audience, not the camera crew, not even at the fan girls in the back. as if his body knew that was the only direction that mattered.
he didn’t even look where he was walking—just bolted straight to your side, close enough that his shoulder brushed alongside yours as he headed backstage.
“come with me,” he muttered, barley audible but his tone made it clear that it wasn’t up for discussion.
the second you two were off stage the noise of the AMA’s dissolved into something distant and muffled, like the world had been wrapped in velvet and shut behind you.
you barley had time to register what was happening let alone a full breath out before his firm hand locked onto your wrist, guiding you to his dressing room.
he stopped only when you reached a quiet stretch of the private room—dim lights, empty chairs, the faint echo of stage music still vibrating against the walls.
and then he turned.
no cameras now, no crowd, no performative smiles and nods. just the sound of his unsteady breathing, chest rising and deflating with an unseen anger. he looked down at your wrist and finally let go, like he hadn’t realized how long he’d been holding you.
“that wasn’t funny,” he said, voice low and trembling with irritation.
you blinked. “micheal—”
“he put his hands on you.” his voice cracked with such real raw emotion, “when he spun you around like that…and then he kissed you—”
he stood several feet away from you now, one hand braced against his hip while the other repeatedly dragged anxiously through his curls. but not because he was trying to fix them, because he didn’t know what else to do with himself.
“from where i was sitting it looked like you were perfectly comfortable being lifted and spun around in front of thousands watching.” his head tilted slightly, something sharp in the way he looked at you now.
that sentence landed like a match striking in dry air.
your eyebrows raising in complete disbelief before you could even stop yourself, “comfortable? are you serious micheal? i was unknowingly picked up infront of those thousand people while being recorded. i didn’t exactly have time to complain.”
his jaw tightened immediately, making a quiet clicking sound with his tongue. clearly fighting an eye roll. “that’s not what i meant and you know it.”
“then speak up, because if you’re trying to accuse me of enjoying that interaction you’ll be walking your ass home.” you shot back, heels clicking harder then necessary onto the cold tile floor because you couldn’t bear to stay still as he looked at you like you orchestrated the whole thing.
“im not—im not angry at you.” he replied quickly, exactly how he did when taking to a family member. not wanting anymore trouble then the conversation was worth, he completely shuts down when arguing was involved. but the tone alone told you he was more then upset.
you let out a humorless laugh, “that’s funny mike, your looking at me like i asked him to lift up my dress and have fun.”
his eyes snapped towards you, as if the words that just came out of your mouth repulsed him. he let out a dry scoff, already irritated by someone touching you let alone pulling up your dress. wrong choice of words.
“don’t even say something that like that, are you crazy?” he laughed angrily, taking just a few strides before he was right infront of you. his long legs allowing him to travel quicker, breath hitting your face as his eyes traced every detail of your pretty face.
both of you far to stubborn to speak up, inhaling each others scent as you tried to swallow the urge to smash your lips against his. anger aside he looked good enough to create a warm heat between your legs, pressing them together hoping he doesn’t notice.
his shoulders rose and fell with a heavy breath before he shook his head. “this isn’t getting us anywhere.”
you folded your arms, “that’s because you refuse to say you’re sorry.”
“and you refuse to understand why im upset.” his eyes narrowed onto your lips, subtly watching the way they glistened and popped with each word.
for a second neither of you moved, then micheal suddenly turned towards the dressing room door with determination simmering in his brown doe eyes.
“what are you doing? im still talking to you micheal!” an irritated glare flashed on your face quickly as he reached for the shiny handle, immediately assuming the worst. that he was going to walk out upset with you, forcing you to follow him like a hurt puppy which you absolutely wouldn’t allow.
“come with me.”
“no.”
“no?” his brow quirked upwards, a toothy grin pulling on his now amused face.
“no.” you finalized, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest.
he stared at you for a moment before letting out a puff of laughter, throwing his head back in irritation from how stubborn you really had proved to be. instead of arguing with you he just opened the door, latching onto your wrist with his naturally gentle touch.
the sounds of the backstage hallway immediately flooded into your senses, crew members, security, distant arguing, and most importantly. reporters, reporters who’s main goal was to film celebrities all night hoping to catch something raunchy or appealing enough to stir up controversy.
a small cluster of said reporters and photographers had gathered near the end of the corridor, waiting for the celebrities to pass after the show hoping to score a quick two minute interview with someone.
your confusion only grew, “micheal what does this have to do with anything? you’re irritating me.”
micheal looked at them like they could solve world hunger with a quick flash of their cameras, a hungry glimmer decorating his brown eyes. he looked back at you then at them, a smile pulling on his lips.
and suddenly a strange sense of realization started creeping into your chest, trying to pull at his hand to guide him the other way where it was quiet. no press, just a black car waiting to take you two home.
but he wasn’t listening now, or maybe he was but this was his version of ending the argument in a way without words. he had never been good at yelling or getting his point across, far to selfless to allow himself to hurt others with his words. so in his eyes this would solidify his statement.
and before you knew it you were directly infront of atleast ten reports with cameras, expensive microphones that picked up every squeak on the glistening tile.
the second they noticed who was infront of them the flashes exploded, people immediately shoving others to be closer with their cameras, fan girls starting to cry and rush to the scene.
“you wanna argue on camera? what a plan micheal, real childish.” you rolled your eyes, trying to pull your hand away from his to escape from the thousands of cameras that were flashing over your irritated face.
his eyes finally met yours as he shifted his body towards you, a small smile dragging his mouth upwards—looking almost mischievous, and before you could protest any further he pulled you closer. impossible closer.
you stumbled into his chest, flashes starting to become quicker. your heart practically jumped out of your chest, realizing what his plan was all along.
his lips smashed against yours in a heated exchange of, gloss, spit, and the anger of being helplessly in love colliding together on atleast forty different cameras. he didn’t bother pulling away as the flashes consumed your bodies, one hand settling along your waist, pulling you into his firm chest while the other held onto your hand.
you could feel the smug smile on his lips as he kissed you, just like earlier he loved proving that you were undoubtedly his. now you’d be undoubtedly his to every woman in the world.
when he pulled back photographers were practically falling over each other trying to capture even a sliver of a second, on the other hand you couldn’t help but to stare breathlessly at him, a weird fluttering feeling blooming in your stomach.
“tomorrow,” he whispered in your ear, “every magazine is going to have that printed on the front cover, every radio station, every talk show.”
you blinked.
“are you crazy!?” you covered your face, an embarrassed flush heating up your cheeks. covering your mouth with a manicured hand, pulling him away from the crowd as he wore a love struck smirk on his kissed out lips. knowing he didn’t regret a single thing.
“no one will remember that shmuck who picked you up, they’ll remember me kissing you like the last woman on earth.” he giggled behind you, beyond proud of himself.
despite yourself, despite the argument, despite the anger that seemed to dissipate into thin air you felt a laugh threatening to escape.
“you’re ridiculous, mikey. you could’ve just said you were sorry.”
“could’ve, but that felt way better.” he giggled his whole way to the blacked out car, gripping onto your hand like his life depended on it—cheesing like the childish kid he still was at heart.
@dollhabits work!
a/n: this is so booty i think i might rewrite but ever since i saw that clip of him glaring at d*ana at this particular award show i HADDDD to write this like immediately because this is exactly what it gave when he was staring at her on stage like i need that so bad 🥹 also please don’t flame me i literally know NOTHING about bruce springsteen i don’t even know if hes chopped so i will litch swap him out with someone else if you guys want lol

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
🐆💋 — standing in front of dbf!michael’s door, the tears that blinded your sight run down to your cheeks and fall on your chest, staining your shirt. the wind blew, prickling your skin, while you felt a little cold, you could feel your lip gloss drying up. michael immediately comes to the door, opening it, his lips pressed, and his brows creased as he stares at you. michael’s right hand instantly finds one of your hands and pulls you inside gently. michael shuts the door and locks it behind you as you wipe your tears, the embarrassment settling in now.
you let out a shaky sigh as michael comes around you, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. “what’s going on?” he murmurs, moving his hand to your face. he rubs your cheek, absolutely careful with his touch. you glance up from the floor, looking into his eyes, “i broke up with my boyfriend.” you sniffle, michael’s heart dances to the news while his hands wrap around your body, pulling you into a tight hug. “oh, my baby, i’m so sorry to hear that.” you shove your face against his chest, inhaling his scent as tears fall. michael rubs your back, and itches the back of your scalp, letting you find peace in his comfort, just the way he always wanted.
mature!michael x 2000s tuscan!mom
120% inspired by @chmpngekisses completely rearranged my brain w the their kimora momma x mj au MWAH
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?”
𑣲⋆
what if mature/invincible michael was just simply so madly in love with you, that pleasing you with things you loved and seeing you happy with them was his most favorite thing to do?
the clothes, the cars, the jewelry, and pretty much your entire lifestyle now consisted of michael buying you things whenever you desired something. even if that mean’t saying you liked something for a split second one day and never mentioning it again.
your lips part in shock as michael quietly watches you from your side, small smile on his lips as his eyes stays upon your face. he watched your reaction so attentively, making sure that every thing you did—everything you said, meant you were happy or not at the gift. and for him, that meant his desire to please you even more intensified. “y’like it mama?” he spoke gently as you watch the stunning car in-front of your house.
“i-it’s too much michael. baby!” you complain gripping on your latest coach bag he also had gifted you not even 48 hours prior to this current moment. however, instead of responding back to your statement he gets closer towards your side soon placing a hand on the arch of your lower back gently. “do y’like it?” his voice even lower as his head dips closer to your ear. “mama?”
looking back at the gorgeous car in-front of you, you can’t help but bite the bottom corner of your lip. failing to hide the satisfied smile at the gift, you look back at michael and sigh. “i love it baby.” michael suddenly breaks into a full grin before letting his lips graze over your shoulder and kissing it slowly and softly.
michael watches now from afar as you fiddle with the pink car keys and happily get in your new expensive ride. everything personally detailed and hand crafted to fit your taste. you may have only mentioned the car once when you drove past late hollywood blvd and saw it parked on the side of the road. but that didn’t matter to michael because if you saw it and liked it, you were getting it. no questions needed.
“and it has a pink installed mirror!! michael!!” the sound of your giggles and spoken love made michael even more enamored by you. the sight itself of you enjoying what he had given you made the love he had for you feel 10x much stronger.
“anything for you my pretty girl.”
𝝑𝝔 So small he only needs one popcorn

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
oh my sweet sugar cookie doe eyed bambi he’s so beautiful here im cryinggggg !!!!?!!$($$!!?!!!”
like whatever you say my beautiful love bug 🐞
⋆.𐙚 ̊ the boy is mine
Pairing: Michael x reader
Content: having to tell Diana off smh
Diana Ross.
The woman who seemingly couldn't keep her hands off your man. Her fingers lingering on her own skin, small playful slaps on the shoulder, the way she'd lean in close like she couldn't hear when the afterparty got too loud, her nose nearly touching his cheek when she knew you were watching.
It was pathetic, really, sick even.
A woman that old toying with someone much younger, not to mention that she clearly knew Michael was completely devoted to someone who wasn't her. The way she'd glance your way with that stupid smile of hers before she'd burst Michael's personal space bubble.