maddy perez wannabe

𑣲rican n black

[intelligenthottie]

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐓݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆. ran by a pisces

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

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blurbs & thoughts

𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗢𝗡

general works

- being michael's girly girl

- princess of encino

specific readers

─── tour dancer! reader

─── princess! reader

[starjjcksn]

he’s such a cutieee 𑣲⋆ so silly (˶˃⤙˂˶)

[inmoscow-deactivated20260710]

[femalekanye]

mother

[chmpngekisses]

something about the way michael sang “and susie says it’s right” in blood on the dance floor

[cndybliss]

we're coming onto 17 years now that michael has been gone, and people simply just can't keep his name out of their filthy mouths. this man has been proven innocent TIME after fucking TIME & yet you still have the decency to say "you decide." ??? bitch dont play. in all honesty, if michael truly was such a terrible human being don't you think he'd still be alive? the elites give up their fucking arms and legs to protect the disgusting people of this world, so if that was the case with michael, why is he not alive and well?

& the fact people still make jokes about the allegations, whether they believe them or not, is disgusting. you have been desensitized to horrid criminality so you joke to make yourself feel better.

what i'm trying to say is that, you know damn well a dead person cannot defend themselves. and that is exactly why we are seeing through your cheap bullshit. "yeah we have tons of court evidence but let's wait 17 years to discuss it. oh and let's put it out right at the time people start to indulge in his innocence again." these people are fucking pathetic. and still, nobody who was around michael wants to speak out for his innocence. yk why? because he was killed by elites, and if these other celebrities speak out they know their lives are at risk too. which is still not a fucking excuse.

F.U.C.K. the press, michael you're the best. FUCK bashir, FUCK netflix & FUCK this documentary.

[intelligenthottie]

𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

‎ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ┆ he can't resist watching you get ready. whether it be you getting ready for him, getting ready to go out, preparing yourself before bed so you wake up all pretty. it doesn't matter. michael finds time to watch you at your vanity. he's infatuated.

he'd watch with his mouth parted a little with his head tilted to the side, or with the laziest, prettiest, boyish smile resting on his lips. he'd make sure to remind you how beautiful he thinks you are, or ask you which lipstick you were planning on wearing, or let you know which perfume of yours was his favorite, despite you not asking.

‎ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ┆ he thinks your little habits are adorable. he begins to pick up on them as well.

you're always fixing your jewelry so the clasps aren't showing. soon enough, michael is twisting your necklaces around for you, putting on your bracelets for you tight enough so that they don't turn, buying you thin little thongs because he knows you hate panty lines.

he wipes the gloss from that little dip underneath your plump bottom lip after you eat, knowing that you were gonna do so as soon as you checked out your reflection in that pocket mirror you carry everywhere. he knows you too well and your little habits become some of his favorite things.

‎ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ┆ your femininity drives him crazy. the way you have no shame in fluttering your dark lashes up at him when you ask him something or when you smile at him. the tight nightgowns you wear to bed that stop right at the middle of the swell of your ass. your feet are always pedicured and you always make sure to have earrings on.

you never leave without spraying the column of your neck, collarbones, and that spot in between your breasts with perfume. every spot you'd want him to kiss.

angel face needs a pretty girl at his side to love and adore.

[chmpngekisses]

⋆˚࿔ co-parents 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

mature era!michael x younger ex wife!reader

author’s note; based off of the idea i posted about like two nights ago. the girls are nicknamed after minnie and daisy from mickey mouse so they would have some kind of name.. minnie is 5 going on 6 and daisy is 3 going on 4, age gap is implied but you can decide how many years. didn’t proofread!

michael waited patiently at the top of the driveway, standing with his hands behind his back, watching you pull up in your white 2003 lexus sc 430 convertible with the hardtop roof down. his two precious girls in the backseats, both wearing their private school uniform , both giving him a big wave and cheesy smile as you finally parked the car.

the two screamed in excitement to see their father, it was michael’s week to have the kids which was perfect time for you. schedule was full with meetings and meetings back to back due to your clothing line coming out with another launch.

“hello michael” you said as you moved your sunglasses to act as a headband for your hair, removing the car key from the ignition. transferring the backpacks from the passenger floor to the seat so it’s easier to grab.

“no need to be formal” michael responded, “i prefer hi daddy” he added while walking up to the passenger side of the car, you rolled his eyes and waved him off out of annoyance. the oldest, minnie pops her seatbelt buckle out before attempting to help her younger sister daisy out of hers. she successfully got the chest clip but due to little strength in her thumbs, minnie was having trouble to unbuckle the buckle part of the car seat.

“i got it” michael spoke, “thank you for helping” he praised minnie before placing his thumb on the red buckle and click, the metal prongs detached in a swift before picking up daisy from her five point harness car seat.

you snagged the backpacks off the passenger seats before exiting out of the vehicle, bending down to pull the lever for the driver’s seat to move forward, creating space for minnie to get out.

helping the oldest out of the car, you glanced up to see daisy already in michael’s arms. head resting on his shoulder, her small hand placed on michael’s chest with a little pout on her face.

“how was school?” michael asked, bouncing daisy in her arms as she shook her head refusing go answer. letting out a chuckle before he turned his attention to minnie.

“school was fun” minnie answered, “we watched beauty and the beast since its friday” she contiuned, you shut the car door. standing behind minnie with a smile on your face as she was going on and on about her school day.

now heading to the front door, it was you and minnie hand in hand walking in front of michael.

your ex husband eyed you up and down from behind in the meantime, you wearing a matching green velour tracksuit with your khaki 2004 coach hampton demi bag on your shoulder, the pink straps from your thong poking out. when it’s time to go up the few steps, your jacket rises up a bit and since your track pants were low rise, the small yet noticeable ‘𝓜’ tattoo on your lower back made its appearance.

michael smirked at the tattoo before he bit his bottom lip, thinking back on the time you got it.

“you look good”

“michael please shut up”

author’s note: this SUCKSSS for now, will definitely create some headcanons + maybe more blurbs. my homegirl is now harassing me to write more

[intelligenthottie]

𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗼, 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟬 ྀི

◟ michael jackson x reader, mdni

"jesus mikey," you nearly gasped out.

the plump fat of your ass had lightly bumped up against the steering wheel of michael's baby blue rolls royce, the sound of the horn making you jump.

michael sat in the driver's seat, chair all pushed back and his pants hastily shrugged down to the middle of his thighs. you sat on top of his lap, like a princess. the bottom of your small dress was getting pushed upwards as he rested his hands on either side of your hips, lightly bouncing you up and down onto himself.

"want the whole damn block to hear?" you breathed out, brows furrowing.

he barely even heard what you were saying though. truthfully, his attention was fully focused on your breasts bouncing out of the silky, pale yellow blouse you had decided on wearing that day. he'd undone most of the buttons and he was trying to get you out of it completely.

you had the faintest tan lines poking through where your top had shifted from swimming at the pool the day prior. your tan lines had to be one of michael's weaknesses, no matter how much he tried to deny that to his brothers.

"c'mon darlin'," he said breathlessly, rolling your hips on his lap once more as he rested his head against the headrest, "i wasn't tryna do it on purpose, you know that."

your manicured nails toyed at the curls at the nape of his neck, your lips forming into a small pout, "you'll wake up my father."

you were supposed to be home twenty minutes ago, and technically you were!

the two of you just happened to get a little side tracked while you were stopped around the corner from your house.

michael reached his face up to attach his lips to your neck, thumbs rubbing on your waist.

"mm," he groaned against you lightly, "i'm not too worried about him."

michael's reputation made him impossible to dislike, but you had a reputation too. everybody in encino knew you, but they knew your father too.

which meant everybody knew his rules. the biggest one being that his daughter wasn’t dating anybody.

so despite being one of the most recognizable people in the world, michael somehow found himself sneaking around like every other lovestruck guy in the valley.



you scooted back down his thighs to free his dick from under you, your hand reaching to stroke it as michael sighed right into your collar bone. the heat from his mouth made you grind against his thigh, a small whimper leaving you as you clamped your lips together, so desperate to keep quiet.

the thing is, your father actually liked michael. he thought he was polite and well mannered. an all around good kid.

you thought the same too.

you loved the way he always thanked you after you make him cum.

໒꒱ and what if i say i wanna make this into a cutie little series..

[dabirkinbae]

i love being a difficult woman. i’ll never be easy to deal with.

[intelligenthottie]

diva

[-intheround]

“I love the waterparks! I wish I could do that more often these days but I’m allergic to the sunlight. I really can’t go in the sun without an umbrella but then there are the times when you’re just like, it looks like so much fun and you just say ‘forget it’ I’m going. I have to do this!” -Michael Jackson

[intelligenthottie]

omgg I literally love ur blog and your fics, especially the mature michael ones. how about readers reaction to him eating it from the back? ovulation is eating me alivee so if this is too freaky my apologies

literally love u bby, never be sorry or shy w me bc yes.

the air that filled your bedroom walls felt so, incredibly heavy. you laid ontop of your silk comforter, small hands and knees sinking down into the bed. the tips of your french manicure gripped onto the sheets gently as you twisted your neck to look over your shoulder.

"you really like 'em?"

you kept your tone a little cocky, biting onto your glossed bottom lip as michael's huge palm rubbed circles on your ass cheek.

you had bought yourself new panties earlier. the tiny, barely-there kind that you loved.

michael's palm worked its way up to your lowerback, massaging at your tailbone as he stared right at the wet spot forming at the center of your plump pussy. he couldn't help but let out a small groan from the back of his throat, a hungry smile growing on his pretty face.

"of course," he nodded, a little bit distracted. you pouted of course, furrowing your perfectly shaped brows at him as you let out a tiny huff.

michael's gaze managed to meet yours, a small giggle slipping from his lips as he took his thumb to push away at your bottom lip. "stop that," he laughed quietly, letting his palm make its way back to your back. he pushed down on you gently, making you collapse down on your forearms.

pretty face down, perky ass up.

"mm," you whined, cheek all smushed into your mattress, still pouty. "don't seem like you like 'em."

you could feel michael's slender middle finger push onto the damp material of your panties, your hips stuttering the tiniest bit.

"baby, shut up," michael teased you. he pushed your underwear to the side, letting his finger graze your core before pressing the tip of it inside, relishing in the little noise you made muffling into the bed.

"not niceee," you whined again, an obscene little gasp leaving your lips as you felt michael drag the tip of his tongue from the bottom of your clit, back down to your tight little hole.

michael couldn't let his princess keep on waiting. he always wanted to take care of you, and the way you pulsed around nothing, just waiting to finally feel him, made his heart melt.

he gave your pussy an open mouthed kiss, closing his mouth to suck on you lightly as he mumbled into you, "'m sorry, mama."

your back arched prettily, bending further. so desperate to press yourself back into michael's mouth as you moaned out his name with your eyes squeezed shut.

michael was always a sucker for pretty panties.

[intelligenthottie]

𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

‎ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ┆ he can't resist watching you get ready. whether it be you getting ready for him, getting ready to go out, preparing yourself before bed so you wake up all pretty. it doesn't matter. michael finds time to watch you at your vanity. he's infatuated.

he'd watch with his mouth parted a little with his head tilted to the side, or with the laziest, prettiest, boyish smile resting on his lips. he'd make sure to remind you how beautiful he thinks you are, or ask you which lipstick you were planning on wearing, or let you know which perfume of yours was his favorite, despite you not asking.

‎ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ┆ he thinks your little habits are adorable. he begins to pick up on them as well.

you're always fixing your jewelry so the clasps aren't showing. soon enough, michael is twisting your necklaces around for you, putting on your bracelets for you tight enough so that they don't turn, buying you thin little thongs because he knows you hate panty lines.

he wipes the gloss from that little dip underneath your plump bottom lip after you eat, knowing that you were gonna do so as soon as you checked out your reflection in that pocket mirror you carry everywhere. he knows you too well and your little habits become some of his favorite things.

‎ꫂ᭪݁⋮ ┆ your femininity drives him crazy. the way you have no shame in fluttering your dark lashes up at him when you ask him something or when you smile at him. the tight nightgowns you wear to bed that stop right at the middle of the swell of your ass. your feet are always pedicured and you always make sure to have earrings on.

you never leave without spraying the column of your neck, collarbones, and that spot in between your breasts with perfume. every spot you'd want him to kiss.

angel face needs a pretty girl at his side to love and adore.

[intelligenthottie]

[intelligenthottie]

Forgot to ask in my last ask if I could be added to your tag list 🥹😭

of course love!!

if anyone else would like to be added just submit an ask. i think i confused myself by making separate tag lists, and id rather just make one general one lmfao.

[intelligenthottie]

I just wanna let you know that you’re such an amazing writer, like on some I literally check your page every day ish 😭 but fr though, it’s always so nice to find a writer that writes with poc/black readers in mind esp on a site where we don’t always feel represented or even advocated for, I hope you’re doing amazing babes and know that you always got a supporter in me 💕

🥹🥹🥹thank you so much my loveeee, this is genuinely so cute and means so much to me. forever grateful for your support bby.

im black and hispanic, and i will always write with us in mind, it's just natural to me. like i don't even think twice. we're beautiful and deserve to be celebrated in a way that doesn't feel forced.

love u mama!