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Also, idk why yall constantly feel the need to be so hateful towards black people?, I truly think THOSE people tend to forget we are the blueprints always have been forever will be. I don't even wanna cuss his loser ass out because he know he deadass wrong and that's why his bitch ass went anon on every request. So go block that racist bitch I cannot stand THOSE people sometimes, and no offense to the people that don't attack the black community but please get yall people in check. It's beyond sickening and disgusting, and pathetic and I'm so tired of it. Now please REPORT that page. I truly think THOSE people forget that michael Joseph jackson was a white man, so why wouldn't black people write about a black man?, yall don't want a toxic community but YALL make it toxic. Then wonder why the community is dying because we have people like @writing5ever attacking black authors with his pathetic stank oatmeal pie smellin ass, bitch so miserable and mad. But yall wanna talk about mj being a "predator" what about ELVIS presely?, oh okay cracka.

Have yall a wonderful blessed day, make sure yall report this WHITE MAN attacking my beautiful black authors, with our beautiful brown glorious sexy glamorous ethereal skin, with our beautiful asses😇. @writing5ever

Please reblog & spread awareness!

sub!jermajesty like just imagine him slumped against your headboard—eyes stuck to the back of his head as his head keeps rolling back and loud whines just fall from his lips as you edge him for the 3rd time. “look at my pathetic baby, you wanna cum don’t you?” you cooed at him, your hand jerking him up and down. “yes I-“ his words got cut short as a sharp whimper ripped from his throat as your grip got tighter. “say it properly.” your harsh words made his eyes roll back, “please, let me cum mama.” the tears that once filled Jermajesty’s eyes now spilled onto his face as the edging became unbearable. “since you said please like a good boy”, you didn’t even finish your sentence as you took him back into your mouth, taking all of him until his tip hit the back of your throat, letting a faint gag fill the room—you let out a groan that sent vibrations up Jermajesty’s spine and for his orgasm to rush through him, he came with a loud cry, his hand weakly finding the back of your head to hold you into place as his thick ropes of cum filled your mouth. you swallowed what you could without choking.

the once noisy room became quiet with the occasional subtle grunts and weak whimpers from Jermajesty as he tried to gather himself together. you gently removed his hand from the back of your head as you pulled away from his cum coated dick with a slight wet pop followed by a string of spit and cum that connected from your mouth and his wet tip. “you did s’good for me.” you quietly spoke as you attempted to catch your breath. “are you okay, baby?” complete silence before a subtle snore trickled throughout the room, you lifted your eyes to see Jermajesty’s eyes closed shut, his mouth just slightly open. a small laugh fell from your lips as you sat up on your knees to get off the bed to clean him up.

“my poor baby.”

To the racists hiding in the inbox: let’s get one thing clear—you don’t own a damn thing around here. You don’t own Michael, you don’t own what people think about him, and you damn sure don’t own the beautiful, creative ideas that Michael has inspired in this community. Hiding behind an anonymous submit button doesn't make you powerful; it just shows your cowardice.

To my fellow Black writers and creators: you are safe here. My blog is, and always will be, a space that celebrates and protects you. I will continue hyping you up, lifting your voices, and supporting your work because whether these anons want to accept it or not, we deserve to show our love for Michael and his family just as much as any non-POC writer or artist. Our creativity, our passion, and our presence belong here. I love y'all—stay strong, keep creating, and don't let them dim your light. 🤎

I love y'all from the sugar to the bone,