Michael, you have God-given talent. And if a person is to make a difference in the world, he must preserve that talent, develop it, and use it for the good of others. Because of your musical talent, you have stirred generations of people all across the world. And for that, history has reserved a page for you in its annals. And then, for your humanitarian acts—for caring about what happens to people, caring enough to do your very best—I assure you that immortality will cradle you gently in its arms, and you will be forever known.
MICHAEL JACKSON honored with the Frederick D. Patterson Award by the UNCF
contents: average vampire type shi, slight harassment, jaafar gets protective when some jerks tries to hurt their fianceé (reader), inspired off by that one scene in interview with the vampire where claudia beats the shi out of men who tried to hurt madeleine, I got hella lazy in the end but frick it we ball atp.
imagine... vampire!jaafar pretending to be human and trying to live as one without you knowing his true origins. he managed to learn quickly on behaving more "human" and blending in the human society while hiding his true origins.
you, his beloved fianceé, is also oblivious to his origins. he doesn't tell you about it, too afraid on how you would react if you found out that your fiance is a vampire and he cares about you deeply.
but one night, you were trying to mind your business when a a group of two guys began catcalling you and even getting too close to your personal comfort. you got frustrated and uncomfortable as you told them to fuck off but that pissed them off as they attempted to try teach you a lesson.
“this sweet piece of shit is all bark ain't they?” said one of them as they chuckled mockingly.
“sure, let's see how long this thing is all bark and no bite—” one of them exclaimed but then suddenly–
BAM!
one of the guys was suddenly thrown against a hard wall with a loud crack before another who was over on you was suddenly pulled from behind before a shadow behind them opened their mouth, showing pure, white fangs as they went full on chomping on the guy's throat like a revenge feast—
meanwhile you, just froze there as you just stared in pure horror— ‘what. the. FUCK.’ is what you thought to yourself, your body still freezed up in flight or fight mode on crashing in.
the person eventually finished as they dropped the already lifeless guy off on the ground, wiping the blood from their mouth as your breath hitched when you looked closely and realized;
wait a second.. is that.. jaafar?! and did he really did all that?!
you were too stunned to speak as you instinctively backed up away, staring up at him in horror mixed with pure fear as you gulped.
jaafar, meanwhile, he saw the fear in your eyes as his expression softened immediately– he knew the exact reason why you were scared. it's because of him, because of the fact you had just realized that he, your own fiance, had been a vampire all this time.
“shh... baby, don't be scared.. did those guys hurt you bad..?” jaafar mumbled gently, his bloody stained fingers brushing against your cheek as you instinctively flinched out of slight yelp from the bloody sight and feeling.
“c'mon now.. ill take you home..” said jaafar as he firmly pulled you, still gentle but firm enough to not take a no.
“i love you y'know that..? ill never let anyone try to harm my precious.”
oh well, you were stuck with him - a freaking vampire but atleast you were grateful for him protecting you from those jerks atleast.
— yeah ts is HELLA ahh im so sorry, im not good at writing oneshot imagines and i got lazy with the ending welp so take this with a grain of salt. 🥹
thinking about jaafar and how he probably loves going neck kisses and ear nibbles because why is he lowkey so toothy when he smiles omg this japan pics of him biting his lip with concentrating on signing autographs!!! whew!
I HAVE THINGS TO SAY
jaafar is obsessed with neck kisses and ear nibbles. and i just know he is the type to act completely innocent about it too.
like, he'd be standing behind you while you're doing whatever, arms loosely around your waist, looking perfectly normal, and then suddenly you'd feel his mouth brush against the side of your neck. just once. like he couldn't help himself.
and the thing is, he'd do it absentmindedly.
watching a movie? his face ends up buried in your shoulder and every few minutes he presses a kiss just below your ear.
waiting in line somewhere? chin on your shoulder. tiny kiss.
half asleep? somehow he's attached to your neck like it's a designated parking spot.
the ear thing is even worse because he knows exactly what he's doing.
and like you'd be trying to have a serious conversation and he'd lean in close enough for his lips to brush your ear when he talks, watching your entire train of thought derail in real time. then he'd smile like he has absolutely no idea why you're suddenly flustered. he’ll be also whispering something sweet, or filthy.
and listen...have you seen that smile? the man is lowkey all teeth when he grins. in a 'this man definitely bites affectionately' way.
like there's no universe where jaafar isn't the type to leave tiny playful nibbles along your jaw or your shoulder when he's feeling especially clingy. nothing dramatic. just enough to make you gasp and turn around with an offended 'jaafar!'
only for him to laugh and pull you right back into his chest. and his defense? 'i was showing affection.' as if affection and lightly treating you like a chew toy are the same thing.
pov: you are more than a friend to your best friend's boyfriend
author's note—i think this is the ending? i don't know 😭 but it's really fluffy and stuff!! 💗
jaafar sleeps the whole night for the first time in his life. when he wakes up, you are still in his arms. he enjoys the moment, seeing you so beautiful while you're sleeping; he traces your face with delicacy to avoid waking you up.
he is still high. he is so addicted to you, and now that he has tasted you, he doesn't think he'll be able to let you go.
he gently gets up; he doesn't want you to wake up. he grabs his phone and turns it on. instantly, messages from maddie are delivered, asking where he is.
he chooses to ignore them—he doesn't know what to do.
yet.
he's well aware of the facts: he betrayed maddie, his girlfriend since high school, with you, her best friend.
it's not that he doesn't care about maddie, but when it comes to you, things change. god knows how hard—how hard he tried to banish his feelings for you. he just couldn't do it.
for once in his life, he's not trying to play the good guy. he is so tired of all of this; he's relieved.
what about the consequences? he doesn't care about them; as long as he has you, nothing will be more important.
however, jaafar is not naive. he perceives how uncomfortable you are with the whole situation; he knows how guilty you feel. he has known it since back then.
you felt guilty about the late-night talks, so you just avoided him completely. he doesn't judge you; far from it, he wants you to understand that you have the right to be happy with him.
"are you leaving after fucking me?" you sound sarcastic, although he still senses the fear in your voice.
"why would i do that?"
"i don't know, maybe because you're standing close to the door?"
he gives a sweet laugh that makes your heart ache; it's that feeling of finding something so precious that the fear of losing it, even if there isn't any danger near, consumes you.
"you're giving me that look," he says as he walks to your side of the bed.
"what look?"
"the look that tells me how much you love me."
"jaafar, sorry to say it, but i don't love you." you try your best to make it sound real, but he just laughs.
he's in front of you now, and he looks straight into your eyes, analyzing every reaction that you have when he says:
"you're such a brat. stop lying to yourself."
he doesn't give you time to answer; his lips are already meeting yours. but this time it isn't savage like before; he takes his time exploring your tongue.
it's just a kiss, but you're already so concentrated on it that when he suddenly stops, you can't suppress a gasp when he leaves your mouth. he gives you a smirk.
"i love you and i know you love me. now, what do you want to do?"
"are you not leaving?"
"do you want me to leave?" he stares at you with puppy eyes. no, you don't want him to leave. he's finally there with you, so you pull him onto the bed.
he holds your waist so firmly, as if he is afraid of you slipping away. that morning he tells you inside jokes; he tells you his childhood stories; he tells you when he realized that he was in love with you; he tells you everything.
you observe his shining eyes when he talks about something that he loves; he has this mole that you can only find if you look at him really closely.
"i think i love you," you say those three words with so much fear and devotion.
"you think?"
"yes?"
"you're gonna kill me someday."
"jaafar, can you stop being dramatic?"
"no, i can't." he gets on top of you—suffocating you with kisses, kisses, and more kisses. he says he won't stop until you say the three words right.
"jaafar, stop, i can't breathe."
"say it."
"fine—i love you."
"good girl." you roll your eyes, and he's giggling like a crazy man. you don't think about maddie; you don't think about the future; you just think about him.
he clings to you, like a man who has found his reason to live. jaafar is sure of one thing: when he walks out the door, he will be breaking up with maddie; he's no longer trying to be the good guy.
not when he has you, who sees all his colors.
he looks at you as if you were his salvation, and maybe you are.
synopsis: you’re needy, but luckily your boyfriend is eager to please.
warnings: 18+ mdni, LOL basically all my favourite things: princess treatment, making out, dryhumping, and oral (f receiving)
“You’re eager today, aren’t you baby?” Jaafar muses into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he speaks. “Missed me?”
The room smells soft, like rose petals and moonlight. You feel warmth all around you, and the pale strip of light shining through your window blurs into nothingness as you continue your syrupy slow back and forth movements.
“Ye— yes,” you breathe pathetically. You can feel the desperate glide of his tongue on your skin, as if he’s trying to lap up the oils of your perfume, right before his plush lips suck faint purple marks all over your neck. “So much, I can’t think straight.”
That makes him release a low chuckle, momentarily deattaching himself from your neck — “My sweet baby.” — before connecting his lips to yours. And you can feel his wandering hands— travelling all over your hips, your lower back, thick fingers slightly teasing the elastic band of your shorts as he slowly moves his hips in tandem with yours. “Look at you, all pretty f’me.”
It drives you crazy, how perfect Jaafar is. The sweetest and most tender man on the planet. And he’s all yours, you realise. He’s all for you. The praise of his words shoot straight to your head.
The desperate tension in the room swirls in the air. His lips feel like a warm wave of pleasure to yours, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper as your boyfriend continues to pepper light kisses all over your neck and collarbones, carding your fingers through his curls.
You keep on writhing against his chest— you feel him harden beneath you. “Easy, baby. Let me fix it.” He whispers. A heavy, yet gentle hand pushes your rocking hips down to his clothed length, fingers now resting on the sliver of bare skin between your shorts and top, and Jaafar’s sure you feel hot. Needy. Eager. Seeking relief, after not seeing him for days.
“Let me help my pretty baby.” He says to himself, like a promise. You can’t do anything but nod. You don’t want to do anything else, if you have to be honest with yourself. You know you’re in good hands with him. “I— please.” You manage to murmur quietly, breathily.
“D’awwh,” he breathes against your skin. The tension crackles in the air. It’s thick, heavy and yet, you feel so at home with Jaafar’s arms around you, wandering hands resting on your ass. “Y’just need me to take care of you?” He asks lazily, along with a little teasing hint and a surge of pride evident in the way he smiles against the sensitive skin of your neck.
The need within you simmers. It grows silently, like a tingle evolving into a wet pulse in your core as you allow Jaafar to kiss your stress away. He feels like a furnace against you. He’s everything you have ever wanted: stable, present, steady. His skin is soft like a pillow and if you weren’t as needy as you are now, you would fall asleep against his chest.
Just the fact that he thinks you’re cute and perfect for him makes the pressure pulse heavier. “I feel so lucky,” your boyfriend pants between kisses. Those warm hands travel to your waist, where he moves your body back and forth over the growing tent in his shorts. “You’re too good f’me, I swear.”
The air in the room is starting to get clammy. You can already feel the shy drip of wetness gather on your panties while Jaafar keeps on dragging you over his prominent length. The delicious friction of your panties and the jersey fabric of Jaafar’s shorts against your clit makes you lightheaded, and you can’t help but release small mewls every time the lace drags over your pulsing entrance just right.
You look down at where the two of you rub against each other, and God if that sight doesn’t end you right then and there. “Fuck, you—” your boyfriend pants, unable to finish his sentence, “let me taste you, yeah?” His eyes are wide and blazen in pleasure, fingers already thumbing the hem of your shorts down.
You don’t think twice. “Yes, oh my— please.” you whimper out pathetically, finally feeling freed from your own restraint. You don’t care about how vulnerable you sound. You don’t care because everything feels good with him. Easy. Comfortable.
He brackets his hand around your scalp as he settles you down on the soft duvet and peels off your shorts. “I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he tells you earnestly, making his way down your body, slotting his shoulders between your open thighs, never breaking eye contact. “Wondering when I could spoil my girl.”
A small moan bubbles out of you when he snaps the elastic band of your panties against your skin. He’s taking way too long. Out of desperation, your hands sneak into his hair. “Please, touch me.”
A knowing smile appears on Jaafar’s mouth at just seeing you so undone, desperate for relief, begging him to go down on you like he’s your only salvation. He looks at you in a way you’ve never been looked at before: wanted. Important. Desired.
“When have I ever been able to say no to you, baby?”
And with careful precision, your boyfriend peels off the last piece of fabric that separates your pussy from him. His soft, wet mouth immediately latches onto you like it’s a habit, a magnet.
The drag of his tongue between your walls is slow, sleepy and filthy. The desire in your core keeps pulsating, heavier and stronger with each brush of his lips against your clit. It’s almost like a heartbeat that drives you mad. “Can’t stand seeing y’unsatisfied.” your boyfriend manages to mumble out while his face is buried between your legs.
Between heavy breaths and languid licks between your walls, he manages to draw tight circles to your clit. His other free hand is wrapped around your thigh. “Makes me want to spoil you. Never have to lift a finger w’me, y’know that?”
You can’t find the energy to respond to him. The delve of his tongue inside your spongey entrance, the warmth of his breath coating your thighs — it’s all too much. But it’s just the way you like it, and your boyfriend knows that too. You spend minutes grinding yourself against his waiting tongue. The grip you have on his hair almost functioning like a rein.
When your fingers lose their hold on his hair, Jaafar is quick to lead your hand back to his head. “Keep it there, sweetheart,” he orders between pants. “Love it when you do that.”
He continues to eat you out, albeit sloppily. Wet squelches of his tongue continually prodding at your hole ricochet off the walls like an echo, and you can feel the spark low in your core start to build up. “J, I—” your voice is tiny as it cracks from desperation. “I’m so close.” Your cunt flutters around the wet muscle of his tongue.
You sound wound up, and it spurs Jaafar on to keep doing what he does. “Please,” he begs back between dips of his tongue and gentle nips, “You’re doing so good, baby. Show me how—”
He doesn’t get much further. Your whole body lights up, muscles pulled taut. Jaafar’s sentence is cut off by a broken moan, and your entrance keeps gushing out the sweetest essence he has ever tasted. He moves his tongue through it, never letting up. Your breaths are heavy and pitchy and a little skittish as you finally come down from your high, chest rising and falling with deep inhales of oxygen.
Your thighs are still shaking when you try to sit up, and he sits up with you, seemingly more in love with you than before. One hand stays on one of your trembling thighs, keeping you still. He presses a lingering kiss to your lips. “Better, baby?”
You nod back with a lovesick smile, all satisfied and happy, eyes flicking down to the problem he has to deal with now. The drowsy, sleepy tone in your voice from before can’t be heard when you say, “you need some help with that?”
Jaafar flashes you a grin: he knows what you’re talking about. He’s never the one to push you to do something you don’t want, but tonight, you want to take a different route. His grin is boyish and somewhat wicked, dimples appearing on his face.
“When have I ever been able to say no to you?”
a/n: i actually headcanon that he likes to lick THROUGH the panties but that on its own is a whole other one-shot i fear
18+ mdni! 𐔌 ݁ 𓂃 ⓘ content ﹕ messing around with your brothers best friend while he's gone. very pwp, sawryy :c
brothers best friend!jaafar & you sneaking away to your bedroom whenever your brother leaves to mess around. you’ve always had a crush on jaafar since he and your brother became friends. the way his eyes wandered to you coming in the kitchen for a snack while him, his brothers and your brother sat in the living room hanging out. lingering a bit too low as you made your way back up the stairs.
until one day, jaafar was left alone in the living room, seemingly because he didn’t want whatever fast food his brothers and best friend were going to get. you decided to make small talk with him, watching his eyes ogling your ass in your yoga pants. that is until one thing led to another, and now he had you face down in your mattress.
your quiet moans and his hips slapping against your ass were the only sounds to be heard, knowing he had to be quick. “god you feel so good baby..” he groaned as his big hands gripped onto your hips for more momentum. at this point, you couldn’t conjure up the words to reply—he was hitting your spot way too good. just the lewd sounds slipping from your mouth being your only reply to the dirty words he was spewing.
“fuck- i’m close.” his hips picked up some speed until you both heard the front door open, accompanied with the loud yet deep laughter from the both of your brothers. “shit.” he whispered under his breath, you covering your mouth to contain the loudness of your cries. but he didn’t stop there. he flipped you onto your back in hopes of making not as much noise, your duvet on top of his back, which helped suppress most noise.
“i’m gonna cum papi..” you whined in a whisper into his ear as your arms were wrapped around his neck, the swell of your breasts pressed against his chest.
that was his signal to go harder, chasing both of your releases. his face rested in the crook of your neck while he whimpered at the twitch of his cock. moments after, you squeezed around him so sweetly as your juices covered his length that was still plummeting inside of you. he covered your mouth quickly as your moaned out his name—a little too loud for comfort. but you didn’t care, all you cared about was how good he was filling you up and how you’ve imagined this for so long.
“fuck mami-“ he moaned into your neck, while he thrusted a couple more times before filling the condom he had on. he pulled out and slipped the condom off quickly.
“can i throw this out in here?” he asked while his curls stuck to the sweat on his forehead and his big puppy eyes watched you.
“mhm.” you replied as you watched him slip his clothes back on, running his fingers through his curls in your vanity mirror with a smug smile on your face. he turned around and placed one last peck on your lips while he whispered something to you.
“can i come back later tonight?” he smirked softly and as your response you hit him lightly on the chest, but you didn’t say no.
“get out of here.”
“i’m taking that as a yes.” his smirked turned to a little smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, pecking your cheek before leaving your bedroom to meet up with the other guys.
“what were you doing dude?” you heard your brothers voice yell at him.
“going to the bathroom.” jaafar said quickly, coming up with the lamest excuse which made you giggle.
“yeah probably takin a fat shit.” jermajesty cut through, which made you laugh even harder.
and later that night, while your brother and his brothers were asleep in the room down the hall, jaafar was passed out in yours. let’s just hope his girlfriend doesn’t find out.
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