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accidentally sending your nudes to your best friend’s fiancé, instead to your boyfriend.

warnings: smut.

authors note: this story was inspired by @youluvyanni <333 and i think a reboot of break up with your fiancé, i’m bored

you’d just gotten out of the shower, skin warm and soft, when the quiet ache of missing jude got the best of you. he’d been away for days and you wanted to give him something sweet to come home to. you let the towel drop just enough, posed in the gentle glow of your bedroom lamp, and took a few intimate photos—nothing too wild, just you looking soft and a little shy for the camera. after picking the nicest ones, you typed a quick loving message and sent them off without checking the name at the top.

you sat on the edge of your bed, smiling to as you rubbed lotion into your legs, imagining his reaction.

a few minutes passed in silence. you frowned and reached for your phone again.

the second you opened the chat, your heart sank straight to your stomach.

those photos hadn’t gone to jude.

they were sitting in jaafar’s messages—your best friend’s fiancé, the sweet, charming guy who was always part of your group, someone you were never supposed to cross any lines with.

every picture already marked as seen.

your cheeks burned instantly. before you could even think, his reply popped up.

jaafar: hey… i think you sent these to the wrong person

you froze for a second, then started typing fast, embarrassment flooding through you.

you: oh my god jaafar i’m so sorry those were meant for jude i didn’t realize i sent them to you 😭

you: i’m really sorry again

jaafar: it’s okay, don’t worry about it. accidents happen. you’re fine, i promise.

his words felt gentle, almost reassuring, and something in your chest eased just a little. still flustered, you sent back a soft pleading eyes emoji and a simple “thank you” before locking your phone. you didn’t say anything else. you didn’t mention the photos at all after that. you just hoped the moment would disappear quietly.

but in his quiet apartment across town, jaafar couldn’t let it disappear.

your best friend was out with friends for the night, leaving the place peaceful and empty around him. he sat on the couch, phone still in his hand, staring at the photos you’d accidentally sent. the soft light kissing your skin, the gentle curves of your body, that shy look in your eyes—it all hit him harder than he expected.

guilt settled heavy in his chest because this was wrong. you were his fiancée’s best friend. but the warmth spreading through him was stronger.

he saved the photos to a hidden folder without thinking twice.

leaning back, he pushed his sweatpants down and freed his aching cock, already hard just from looking at you. he wrapped his hand around the thick length and started stroking slowly, long smooth movements that made his breath catch.

short, breathy moans filled the quiet room—“ahh… fuck”—as his hips started rocking up to meet each stroke. the guilt twisted with the heat, making everything feel sharper, more intense. he kept going, lost in the fantasy of you, until the pressure became too much.

with one deep, guttural moan he came hard, thick pulses spilling over his fist while his body trembled through the waves.

even after his breathing slowed, he didn’t close the photos. he just sat there for a while longer, heart still racing, knowing this was only the beginning of something he probably shouldn’t want.

your phone kept buzzing.

jaafar sent photos

jaafar sent a short video

jaafar: :)

you didn’t reply. you couldn’t.

the words stuck in your throat, shame and something dangerously warmer fighting inside you.

he kept going, like he couldn’t help himself.

more photos arrived—his strong hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking slowly. another short video followed, his fist moving with building urgency, abs tightening, soft ragged breaths audible. another :) emoji, quiet and simple, like he was just as lost as you were.

you were completely taken aback, heart racing with shock and crushing guilt.

this was your best friend’s fiancé. you knew you should close the chat. you knew you should tell him to stop. but you couldn’t look away.

you turned off the lights, slipped under the covers, and let the videos play on loop, the soft sounds of him filling your quiet room.

you rolled onto your stomach, desperate, and started grinding against your pillow. slow at first, then harder, hips rolling with needy little whimpers. soft, breathy moans escaped you as the friction built—“mmh… ahh…”—your body trembling with every movement. the guilt only made everything feel sharper, more intense.

it still wasn’t enough, you flipped onto your back, legs spreading as your hand slid down.

your fingers found your soaked heat and pushed inside, stroking deep while your thumb circled your clit. your legs shook uncontrollably, a few more quiet moans slipping out despite how hard you tried to hold them back. the pleasure and shame twisted together until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

with a trembling cry you came hard, body arching off the bed, walls pulsing around your fingers as waves of overwhelming sensation crashed through you. tears slipped down your cheeks while your legs continued to shake long after.

you lay there afterward, chest tight, staring at the ceiling as fresh guilt settled heavy over your heart. jaafar’s messages still waited on your phone, unanswered. you knew you should feel nothing but regret… but the pull between you both had already grown too strong to ignore.

jaafar: oh that was supposed to be for maddie

jaafar: accidents happen

This is a long one, I know, but it had to be said

Let's Talk About Some Issues Within the Michael Jackson Fandom

The Michael Jackson fandom has done incredible work carrying on Michael's legacy and defending him against misinformation over the years. But if we're being honest, there are habits within the fandom itself that deserve criticism of their own. Loving Michael doesn't mean we should be afraid to call out the unhealthy behavior within our own community.

1. The Infantilization of Michael

Let's talk about the infantilization of Michael in this fandom.

We're treating this man like he's a child.

Yes, Michael was a child at heart, and yes, he enjoyed childlike things. But he was also a grown man. He was capable of making his own decisions, making mistakes, learning from them, and living with the consequences of those decisions.

Sometimes people talk about Michael as if he had no agency at all, as if every single thing that happened in his life was because someone else made him do it. That's simply not true. You can acknowledge the trauma he went through without stripping him of his adulthood.

Treating him like he was permanently a child doesn't honor him. It erases part of who he was. Michael himself wanted to be respected as a man, an artist, and a businessman. We can recognize that he had an innocent spirit without pretending he wasn't capable of making his own choices.

2. Parasocial Relationships

Now, we're in a fandom where we write fanfiction about him. Yes, we imagine ourselves in a relationship with Michael at times. That's part of fandom.

But acting as if you personally knew him, and let me highlight this, speaking with certainty about what he would have wanted or what he would have thought, is where I draw the line.

The truth is, we did not know this man. We only saw so much of his life and his personality. We don't know him, and he isn't here to speak for himself. I think it's unfair to place our own opinions in his mouth and present them as facts.

It's like the whole Jermajesty situation all over again. People take fanfiction, where he's often written as toxic, and start acting as if that's his personality in real life, when it's literally been proven otherwise.

And I've noticed something else.

The pictures people use for those "toxic Jermajesty" fanfics are almost always the ones where he has the buzz cut.

So let me ask this:

How much of what we write and represent in this fandom is simply imagination, and how much of it comes from stereotypes that we're taking too seriously and using to represent real people?

3. Harassment Within the Fandom

This is probably going to be the longest section because I have a lot to say about this.

We all know the post I made where I said that Maddie Simpson supports Israel and Zionism, which has been proven, and that she supports the murder of civilians, especially children, in Gaza. She has shown no remorse for her actions or made a public statement denouncing Zionism like Paris Jackson has. Until she makes a public statement, I will continue to take that as her opinion.

I said I do not like that, and I do not agree with her opinion.

At the same time, I also defended her against the people attacking her looks and her body because I said that if you're attacking her appearance, it has nothing to do with her political opinion and more to do with the fact that she's engaged to Jaafar Jackson. I don't think that's fair. She's allowed to have her opinion, and I'm allowed to disagree with it. That doesn't mean I'm going to go out of my way to harass her.

Then there was another post where a fan sent her a message, and she responded harshly, even though the message itself was kind and wholesome. In my post, I said two things.

First, we don't know if that's the full story. We don't know if there were messages before that. We don't know if this person had messaged her before.

Second, I said this could have been an automatic response, and that alone doesn't automatically make her a bad person.

Based on the limited information we all had, I shared my opinion on the situation.

Now, weeks later, another account, who I'm not going to tag because I've already blocked her (her blog is f1stuffblog, if you want to look for it), came into my comments harassing both me and my mutuals. She called me a disgusting bitch and accused me of being parasocial for talking about the situation.

Meanwhile, she's the one in my comments calling me names over Maddie Simpson, a woman who doesn't even know she exists.

What the fuck is the problem?

If you disagree with someone's opinion, that's your right. But there is a difference between disagreement and harassment. Calling people names, insulting them, and repeatedly going after them over an opinion isn't healthy discussion. It's harassment.

4. Treating Fan Theories as Facts

As I talked about before with the Jermajesty fanfics, fanfiction is fanfiction. There's nothing wrong with enjoying fictional stories.

The problem starts when people take those fictional portrayals and begin treating them as if they're accurate representations of someone's real personality.

Jermajesty is often written as toxic in fanfiction. That's fine. It's fiction. But when people start presenting that version of him as if it's established fact, despite there being no evidence to support it, that's no longer fanfiction. That's stereotyping.

Presenting speculation as established history without evidence only spreads misinformation, and it creates unfair perceptions of real people who never asked to be fictionalized in the first place.

5. Gatekeeping

Let's talk about gatekeeping.

Saying newer or younger fans aren't "real fans" because they weren't around when Michael was alive, or because they discovered him through the Michael movie, is ridiculous.

Discovering Michael Jackson because of the movie is not a crime.

There are people who, twenty years from now, will have just been born. They'll discover Michael's music for the very first time, and they'll love him just as much as we do today.

You are not entitled to Michael Jackson simply because you've been listening to him since you were a child. There is room for everybody in this fandom.

Love and unity, above everything else, is what Michael stood for.

Now imagine knowing that people within his own fandom are arguing over who's a "real fan" and who's a "fake fan," when all Michael ever wanted was for people to enjoy the music.

I'm not saying there aren't newer fans who behave inappropriately. Every fandom has people like that.

But something I've noticed, especially with situations like the Bae Nation group chat, is that people are very quick to blame younger fans for everything.

And while I'm not presenting this as fact, I genuinely believe there have always been older fans who are genuine weirdos themselves, using newer fans as scapegoats to say and do the things they've wanted to say and do for a very long time.

I think that's unfair to newer fans, and it's one of the reasons so many of them end up leaving the fandom.

6. Fan Entitlement

I don't even know if I have to elaborate on this one.

The Jackson family does not owe you access to every detail of their private lives.

Just because they're public figures doesn't mean they're required to share every relationship, every conversation, every family gathering, or every personal moment with us. Some things are meant to stay private, and that's okay.

Being a fan does not entitle you to someone's personal life.

Let's Talk About Incest Fanfiction

This is probably one of the strangest things I've seen within this fandom.

First, there was fanfiction about Jaafar and Jermajesty, who are biological brothers.

Then there was fanfiction about Michael and Jaafar, who are uncle and nephew.

And this is one I find strange.

Nobody was writing fanfiction about Jaafar Jackson and Nia Long.

Then they did an interview together at the BET Awards where Nia herself said that she sees Jaafar as a son and that she's become like a second mother to him.

After that interview established their relationship publicly as a mother-and-son dynamic, suddenly people wanted to start writing fanfiction about them.

So... you never wanted to write fanfiction about them before.

But now that they've publicly described their relationship as mother and son, that's when y'all decide to start shipping them?

I genuinely don't understand that.

Disagree with me if you want, but I find it disturbing.

7. Obsession with Appearance & AI/Misinformation

Let's talk about the constant obsession with Michael's appearance.

Instead of focusing on his artistry, his humanitarian work, or the impact he had on music, people spend their time debating his face, his skin, and his body.

"Oh, his nose looked so perfect during the Bad era."

"I wish he had never touched his face."

"I wish he hadn't gotten this done."

"I wish he hadn't changed that."

Please... shut up.

And while we're on the topic, can we finally put the "Michael wanted to be white" narrative to rest?

If there was anybody on the face of this planet who was proud of being a Black man, it was Michael Jackson.

Ironically, the more his vitiligo progressed and the lighter his skin became, the more Black-centered and politically outspoken his music became.

People don't like talking about that, but it's true.

Now let's talk about AI-generated content and misinformation.

I hate it.

The AI-generated pictures where Michael suddenly has abs.

The edited clips.

The fake quotes.

The unverified stories.

It takes two seconds, or no more than five minutes, to verify your sources.

Why would you see something online, make absolutely no effort to fact-check it, and then share it as if it's true?

Aren't you scared of looking like an idiot if someone fact-checks you and proves you wrong?

Then again, a lot of people would rather double down than admit they were wrong, so I guess that answers my own question.

8. Talking Down on the Jackson Family

I've talked about this before.

Michael Jackson was Michael Jackson.

Nobody is disputing that.

Michael was elite. There will never be another Michael Jackson.

But what we're not going to do is pretend that the rest of his family are talentless, useless, or somehow irrelevant simply because Michael reached a level that no one else has.

The Jackson family is full of incredible singers, dancers, musicians, performers, writers, and entertainers.

Not just Michael's siblings, but the younger generation as well.

Appreciating Michael shouldn't require disrespecting the rest of his family.

9. Romanticizing Michael's Suffering

This is something that genuinely bothers me.

People romanticize Michael's trauma, his loneliness, and his pain as if they're poetic or aesthetic instead of recognizing them for what they really were.

Trauma.

Loneliness.

Pain.

None of those things are beautiful.

And if we're being honest, this is one of the same reasons people failed to take Michael's suffering seriously while he was alive.

People watched him struggle and turned that struggle into entertainment or mythology instead of recognizing that he was a human being who was hurting.

Now, decades later, some people are doing the exact same thing.

......

None of this is meant to attack the fandom.

I'm part of this fandom too.

But I think it's important that we're able to criticize unhealthy behavior within our own community instead of pretending it doesn't exist.

You can love Michael, defend his legacy, and still hold fellow fans accountable when they're spreading misinformation, harassing people, invading privacy, or treating real human beings like fictional characters.

Loving Michael Jackson should bring people together.

Not divide them.

And if we want to honor the values he spent his entire life talking about, then maybe it's time we start showing each other a little more respect.

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pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader (both celebrities) warning: fluff + suggestive (MDNI)  genre: fluff / romance  word count: 2,442 proofread: nope taglist: @bonni-98 (join here) synopsis: after coming back from a night out, you decide to go live to do a casual catch-up with your fans. things get interrupted with a drunk, clingy Jaafar wandering in the background, though.  a/n: this damn pic of him specifically, muh gawd 

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ✎﹏﹏𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 had been home for, maybe, 20 minutes, after being out partying with some friends for surely over 3 hours, you weren’t quite ready for bed just yet. You and Jaafar had exited from the uber, and helped one another make it safely inside, Jaafar hugging your hips like his life depended on it.

You were now in your dimly lit bedroom, sitting at your vanity that is placed in front of your bed, while Jaafar found refuge in the restroom. Still in your going-out clothes, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, bored, but again, not yet ready for sleep. Then an idea popped into your head: It had been a while since you had interacted on live with your fanbase. You posted an Instagram story earlier of you and Jaafar, and your phone was buzzing for a while after, so you knew they were interested. Scrolling back to the top, you adjust yourself, wrapping a blanket around you as you click the Go Live button.

You run your fingers through your hair, flattening any kinks as the live begins, your eyes steadily watching the view count go up.

"HI, guys! I feel like I've been negligent lately, so I just wanted hop on live to check in with you all," you softly speak, smiling as the comments start to roll in.

girl where have u been  too busy partying with ur bf I seeeeeee we miss you

You laugh at the reprimanding comments, realizing how long it truly has been since you've made a post.

"Okay, but I was at the Gala not even a month ago, you guys," you tease.

doesn't count  we want more stuff from you what's in the works where did ya'll go tn

You intentionally ignore the comments in regards to your upcoming projects and things you have in the works.

'Me and J just spent some time with some friends. It feels like forever since I've seen some of them," you say, already reminiscing on the night spent out.

You were looking forward to this Saturday since the plans were made on Monday, almost acting as an incentive for getting through the week. They were friends you had known since the beginning of your career. You all blossomed in the industry together, so no matter how long it had been, everything seemed to always fall right back into place.

But you knew that you had a busy schedule starting Monday, so not wanting to spend your Sunday afternoon hungover, you decided not to drink too much. Jaafar, on the other hand, did not hold himself back. When drunk, he was the type of person who was whiny, clinging, and sleepy. In your mind, there were worse things a drunk could be.

"Yeah, Jaafar is somewhere in the house," you laugh as you reply to comments asking about your boyfriend.

"Anyway, I just wanted to come on and check in on you guys, so maybe we should do, like, a little Q/A?" you ask, smiling in agreement as comments continue to cloud your screen, floating by so quickly, you can barely keep up with the questions.

The next few minutes are spent just talking, answering a wide range of questions, and plugging back in with your fanbase. You're in the middle of answering a question about your skin routine when there is a sudden door shutting in the distance behind you. Ignoring it, you continue.

"And then I like to use a moisturizer," you carry on as the noise of feet padding softly against your wooden floor is heard from the hallway outside the door, framed to the left of you. The noise grows closer.

Then, there he is. Broad figure, curls wild with his dark brown eyes droopy from his night out. Shirtless he stood, toned stomach out, brown skin soft and now wearing just grey sweatpants, as he makes his way to the bed. You eye him in your camera, trying your best to shift the screen before anyone notices.

But your fans notice everything.

oh hello jaafar  guest appearance  boi looks like he had a time holy moly  it's like seeing the stripped pants all over again

The comments don't stop as you try to stifle a laugh, moving your chair over to hide Jaafar as best as you can once he resides onto the bed, trying to give him some privacy.

"Sorry guys, anyways, let me remember which step I was on," you pick back up. Looking upward, you try your best to think about your skin routine and definitely not how yummy Jaafar looks right now.

He isn't much help at that, though.

"Babe, I was calling for you, I almost fell in the bathroom," he whines, a cute pout sitting on his lips as he messily walks over to you, the alcohol still obviously clouding his mind. "Where was my baby?" he mumbles into your hair as he comes behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He just stands there, his breath tickling your neck as he burrows his face into the crook.

"I'm on live right now, J, sorry," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

his babyyyyy wuhhhh  this is so cute im gonna vomit  we all now what kind of drunk he is bless it

The comments cause you to giggle, shaking Jaafar slightly as you laugh.

"Don't laugh at me, it was serious," he grumbles into your hair again.

"The viewers are laughing at you," you joke, passing the blame along. You lean into him and pat his hair as he sighs deeply. 

"Meanies," he whispers. 

"You should go lay down, I'll get off soon," you suggest, trying your best to untangle his hands from your waist, but they only seem to tighten their grip, causing you to jolt at the closeness, your side brushing into Jaafar's bare chest.

"You're so warm and comfy, though," Jaafar says, hugging you closer, if that was even possible. "And you smell so good." 

that boy is so whipped  can't wait to see the edits in the am  need the fic rn

"He is so stubborn guys, I swear," you joke with your chat, smiling as the comments roll in and tease along with you.

Jaafar pulls apart and looks at you with a shocked face. He crosses his arms in an offended way, ready to defend himself.

"I am not stubborn, girl," he starts, jaw ajar at your words.

"Don't even lie, J. You so are," you continue teasing. You shift the camera so the viewers can see the way the grown man is acting, making an "are you guys seeing this" face at the camera.

dramatic too is he five or almost 30 I can't remember  boi go to bed why is no one questioning how he almost fell  shirt where?

"Don't act like you aren't either," he continues, pointing a playfully accusing finger at you. A smirk tugs at his lips, eyes shining with a mischievous glow, and you know something is coming. "So stubborn when you're begging me to-" 

You pale with shock, body jumping as you begin shushing him. "Shut up! I am on live right now, Jaafar." You push him away as he just laughs at the chaos he started.

Your face is in full shock as your eyes slowly look back at your chat.

HELLOOOO begging?!?!?!  JAAFAR JACKSON WTF oml he's evil girl I'd beg too

"Guys, I am so sorry. Please excuse my clearly inebriated boyfriend." You apologize and wave a dismissing hand behind you as Jaafar walks away, heading towards the bed. Your skin feels warm now, and the low, deep chuckle that escapes Jaafar's lips settles deep in your chest.

On the screen of your phone, you can see Jaafar flop himself head-first onto your bed, immediately laying on his side as he grabs a pillow to cuddle with, mumbling something under his breath about how "it could be you" as you try your best to continue your live.

show stealer  never wanter to be a pillow so bad in my life rn  bi-panic anyone??? I dont even remember what we were on about

"Me neither," you respond, scrolling back up a few on the live comments to regain your train of thought.

There's shuffling behind you, and you make a defeated huff as you wait in anticipation for what his next antic is gonna be. He keeps wandering around in the background, switching from mindlessly walking around the room, being nosey, to the bed, distracting both you and your chat.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world, you know?" Jaafar declares, now flopping over to lay on his back and look up at you.

"Thank you, J," you say, blushing slightly and praying the camera isn't able to pick it up.

"I feel so lucky everyday I get to see you and be with you and hold you and touch you," he carries on, dramatic and slurring his words as he counts off the items on his fingers, taking this conversation very seriously.

he is so whipped oml  america's sweetheart best bf ever everyone  we love jaafar

"My fans are loving this," you say aloud, looking back at Jaafar, whose soft eyes stare into yours, glistening with admiration.

Jaafar is quiet for a moment, you assuming he's in his own little world or has dozed off, but after checking the comments, you're surprised.

girl  mama there a girl behind you are we gonna tell her he's like a bad ahh kid it's clearly past someone's bedtime

Looking behind you on the camera, Jaafar is now sitting up and blowing kisses to your camera.

"You cannot be serious," you laugh, swatting a hand at him.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll save the real thing for my sweet girl," he says, in a way he must think is flirtatious, and winks at you, failing.

"Oh my, gosh, Jaafar, enough," you tease, turning back around once he lays back down. You try again at reengaging yourself with your livestream, it only having been thirty or so minutes.

"I do have some exciting stuff coming up for you, guys," you start again, addressing some comments still inquiring about projects.

You carry on as you try ignoring the bed squeaks behind you and the soft padding of feet on the floor.

A gentle hand lands on your back and soft lips leave a kiss on your forehead.

"I am so bored, baby. We should have stayed longer," Jaafar gently speaks, rubbing up and down your back as his full body is now in frame, a cute smile on his face.

"If we stayed longer, you would have fallen out onto the street," you joke, poking his side as you look up at him.

"Yeah, but that would be so funny," he responds. "I can handle my drinks well, by the way." He refers his last comment to the chat.

"I'm so tired," he says now, bumping your hip with his as he tries sitting beside you, in the very small chair that is obviously not meant for two grown adults.

"You are so annoying, we are not gonna both fit," you argue, pushing back as Jaafar uncomfortably sits down.

"I just want to be with you," he whines, the pout returning that you have grown very familiar with. He tries sharing the blanket, too, squeezing himself under unsuccessfully.

again, a bad ahh kid  I never thought we would see this side of him can't stop laughing at the image of jaafar drunk in the street laid out

Suddenly, the blanket that hugs your body is being tugged at, and before you know it, Jaafar has now stolen it and is heading back to the bed.

"Jaafar!"

"If I can't sit beside you, I want to, at least, cuddle with something that smells like you," he counters, flopping onto the bed once again with a smirk.

"Guys, he is going to be so embarrassed in the morning," you laugh, already imagining the chaos that is to unfold once the morning sun shines.

plz do a breakfast live stream we need to see this im already clipping for edits

You continue discussing topics with your fans for a view moments, happily revealing in the silence that Jaafar has allowed. You can hear his soft breathing and quiet movements in the background as you respond to different comments.

"Please come to bed," Jaafar pouts, lifting his head up to display only a bedhead of curls and dark, chocolatey doe-eyes.

"In a minute," you say, stretching slightly as you consider ending the live.

He throws himself back in frustration at your answer. "You were supposed to say, of course." 

You laugh and ignore him, rolling your eyes once more at his dramatics. "Greatest actor, people."

"I'm so tired," he says again.

"Then, go to sleep. I'll go to the living room, so you can turn the lights out," you respond.

He lifts up again onto his elbows as his eyes track you, taking your figure in.

"No, don't, I want you here," he says, patting the spot beside him. 

boy needs sleep  hes so cute  ughhhhhhhhh

"I'm not super tired, though, J," you answer honestly, looking back towards him.

That same damning smirk and mischously glisten returns in his eyes, and you're too late at preventing his non-filtered words.

"I know something that can make you tired." 

You flip your head back around towards the camera, that same burn returning in your face as your heart does flips, undistinguishable from embarrassment to shock.

what happened to PR training  where's the edits  GOOD GODH JAAFARRR this was not in the movies  what was in that boy's drink

"Jaafar!" as all you can manage to say as your eyes frantically scan your comments, Jaafar just laughing in the background and rolling onto his side, clearly too tired to do anything of such sorts but not tired enough to stop teasing you. You throw a beauty blender at him.

"Okay guys, I'm gonna go to sleep, I will see you all later!" you speak, voice shaking with utter disbelief.

we know u aint going to bed  suuuuureeeeee see u 9 months later  he's so lovesick

You quickly end the live, dropping your phone onto your vanity as you stand up and cross the room.

"The morning is going to be so embarrassing," you say, playfully hitting Jaafar's chest as you sit beside him, his hands immediately going to your waist.

"Let's just worry about that later," he says, eyes closed, burrowing his head into your thigh.

"You are so dead tomorrow."

"You can be, too."

"Jaafar!"

I need everyone to take a step BACK and realise that a lot of your behaviour has been genuinely insane, let’s start off with jaafar and maddie, the way you two treat this couple is fucking wild, the concern trolling and virtue signaling is out of this world, A LOT of you don’t care about maddies past posts supporting Israel, a lot of you are simply jealous over the fact she’s with jaafar, it’s blatant by the fact all you lot talk about IS the relationship and her appearance and how you don’t get how they’ve been together for so long and aren’t married. The infantilisation of jaafar is also wild, he’s not some poor little boy who isn’t aware of what’s going on around him, Quit acting like he is.

Now with jermajesty and Randy jr, the fact that two days ago you lot were basically jumping these man’s leg like a bunch of horny dogs and now bc they(liked a post????) you’re cancelling them?Are we fucking mad? 😭 it’s insane, so what they liked a post??

Heres my think piece on everything.

After doing quite a bit of research, what i've deduced is that we might be reaching just a tad. Jermajesty liked his friend's post about his dad. Now, given the circumstances it is a bit odd. I am by no means, in support of Diddy OR the things he's done. I do, however, think it's necessary to look at things from all angles before we decide that someone is to be considered scum.

Diddy's son, King Combs, is undoubtedly biased. At the end of the day, that's still his father. Jermajesty’s role in King's life, is clearly that of a childhood friend. There are pictures of them together all the time when they were young. Like...everywhere. I don't think him liking that post was indicative of support for Diddy, more so for his friend that was/is clearly going through something.

You have to remember, these boys grew up together, and I am fairly certain Sean Combs didn't let them see who he really was. It may have been hard to believe that someone you've known, literally your whole life could be so vile. That being said, I don’t want to draw anymore conclusions than that. No because of denial, but because we genuinely have no clue about how Jermajesty actually feels about it.

My next point is that we can't really figure anyone out through a screen twin. Especially someone as private as Jermajesty. Yes, it was a little jarring to see, but again, we dont know everything. Id also like to highlight that I scrubbed both accounts while digging, and Jermajesty hasn't like a post of King's regarding Diddy since that post in october 2025. He doesn't even follow anyone one else in diddy's family BUT King. I think discretion is important. We're kinda grasping at straws here, and I see a lot of people coming to conclusions before taking the time to think.

Again, I do NAWT support Sean Combs or his behavior, nor am I excusing or apologizing for it. I just implore you all to remember that these are real people with lives who have to deal with shit the same way we do. I genuinely do not think they expected this from someone they were raised up by. That's really all I have to say on the matter.

As far as Jaafar is concerned: my point as still stands. There's no way of knowing who the hell you're dealing with until you've actually met them.

His lady's political views can NAWT be something he didn't know about. I think she's weird, yes. But i think he's weird too. Hes been with the woman for 10 years. He definitely knows how she feels about everything by now.

And before we get on the "these are real people" train. I'd like to remind you, my heart, what we were doing BEFORE the news dropped. Writing stories about said people that we didn't and still don't, know from a can of paint. Some people created whole personalities in their heads for these people and threw and tantrum when they found out that they didnt fit that mold. I do not support zionism, not even a little bit. FREE PALESTINE TILL IT'S BACKWARDS. But the fact of the matter is, there's nothing you can do to change how that woman is.

Act up…

Pairing: Jermajesty x gf!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Genre: smut, lil fluff?, Cockwarming, overstim, creampie, aftercare

In which Jermajesty gets tired of your attitude..

The silence in the house was loud, broken only by the aggressive tapping of plastic buttons and the muffled, chaotic chatter leaking out of Jermajesty’s headset. It was a rare day off, a stretch of time where the two of you were finally just home. No obligations, no traveling, just total freedom.

You had been looking forward to it all week, craving nothing more than your boyfriends undivided attention, but instead, you had spent the last five hours watching the back of his head. He was entirely locked into his PlayStation, completely tuned out from the rest of the world. And from you.

You had tried being nice. You walked into the room earlier, leaning against the edge of his desk just to see if he'd blink.

"Baby, you hungry?" you had asked.

"Yeah," he murmured, his thumb flying across the joystick.

"Want me to order some takeout?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to just throw a brick through the TV?"

"Yeah."

He hadn't even processed it. His eyes were glued to the screen, his jaw set in that sharp, focused line he got when he was playing with his brothers. You were completely invisible to him, a secondary thought to whatever match he was trying to win. The irritation that had been simmering in your chest all afternoon finally boiled over.

You didn't say another word. You stepped up right beside his gaming chair, reached out, and ripped the controller straight out of his grip.

Jermajesty’s hands gripped empty air. He froze, blinking in absolute bewilderment as you spun on your heel and marched right out of the room with the plastic controller clutched in your hand.

"Baby? What the fuck? What are you doing?"

You heard the heavy clatter of his headset hitting the desk. His deep voice echoed down the hallway as he followed you, his footsteps loud and impatient on the hardwood. You ignored him, going downstairs with your jaw clenched.

"Y/N. Where you going," he commanded, catching up to you at the bottom of the steps. He lunged forward, his large hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you back, his other hand reaching for the controller. "I was in the middle of a session. Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm sick of playing second fucking choice to a video game, Jermajesty!" you snapped, violently wrenching your wrist out of his grip and pulling the controller out of his reach. "All you do is sit there. I ask to spend time with you, and it's always 'just one more minute,' and you know damn well you don't mean it. I'm tired of it."

He sucked his teeth, and rolled his eyes. "Bro, we are not doing this right now. Give it back. Let me just finish this one run and I promise we can do whatever you want. We can watch a movie, order food, whatever. Just let me finish."

"Oh, so it takes me stealing your game for you to actually look at me?" The hurt in your chest morphed into pure defiance. "You want it so bad? Here Take it."

You threw it. You hadn't meant to throw it *that* hard, but the adrenaline running through your veins took over.

Jermajesty ducked his head with effortless reflexes, and the controller sailed right past him, smashing violently against the hallway wall. It hit the floor with a loud crack, splitting open, the plastic buttons scattering across the floor. Silence descended on the hallway.

Jermajesty slowly looked down at the shattered plastic, then slowly looked back up at you. His eyes, usually relaxed and warm, had gone completely dark. The easygoing posture was gone, replaced by something predatory, and demanding. You realized instantly that you had fucked up.

You turned to bolt toward the living room, but you didn't even make it two steps. His arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet before you could even draw breath to scream. He hoisted you up, tossing you over his broad shoulder.

"Jermajesty! Put me down!" you gasped, your palms swatting fruitlessly against his back as he carried you back up the stairs.

He didn't say a single word. He carried you into the bedroom, set you down on your feet just long enough to turn the lock on the door with a definitive *click*, and then walked over to his gaming chair.

He reached down, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down past his hips, before sitting back down in the seat. He leaned back, his knees spread wide, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your knees turn to water.

"Get your ass over here," he growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "And take those shorts off."

The defiance you had felt downstairs evaporated into pure heat. You swallowed hard, taking a hesitant step toward him, standing right between his thighs. "Baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"I don't want to hear it right now," he cut you off, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation. "Strip. Now."

With trembling fingers, you slid your shorts and panties down, stepping out of them until you were left in nothing but the oversized white tee of his that you had stolen earlier.

Jermajesty didn't hesitate. He grabbed your hips with both hands, his grip firm enough to leave marks, and lifted you up. He guided you down, lining you up with his dick before slowly, deliberately sinking you down onto his full length.

A ragged gasp tore from your throat, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the sheer fullness of him stretched you open. He let out a low, rough groan against your neck, his chest heaving.

"Stay right there," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He gave your thigh a firm, warning tap. "And don't make a single fucking sound."

To your absolute horror, Jermajesty spun his chair back toward the desk. He picked up his backup controller, slid his headset back over his ears, and unmuted his mic, acting as if he wasn't buried deep inside you.

"Yeah, I'm back," he said into the mic, his voice remarkably steady, though his breathing was just a fraction deeper than usual. "My fault. Had a little distraction."

You whimpered, your head dropping onto his shoulder. He was huge, filling you out completely, and the sensation of just resting on him while he sat completely still was driving you insane. Your muscles involuntarily pulsed around him, trying to find some sort of friction.

You felt Jermajesty tense beneath you, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips as you squeezed him.

"Y/N's just sitting with me," Jermajesty told his brother on the line, his tone smooth but dripping with an underlying condescension that was meant entirely for you.

He leaned his head sideways, pressing a lingering, biting kiss to your bare shoulder. "Apparently, I haven't been giving my baby enough attention today. Right, mama?"

You bit your lip, hot tears of frustration and arousal pricking your eyes. You needed to move.

The pressure in your lower stomach was building too fast. You experimentally hoisted your hips up an inch, trying to slide against him, but Jermajesty's hand instantly came down in a sharp, stinging smack against your bare ass.

The sound cracked through the room. You let out a loud cry, completely forgetting the headset.

Jermajesty shifted his mic up, leaning his lips directly against your ear. "What did I tell you about being still?" he whispered darkly.

"Please," you breathed, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. "Jer, I can't... it's too much."

"You're doing great for me. Just hold it," he murmured, his tone shifting into a cruel, sweet praise that only made your head spin faster.

He went back to the game, his legs beginning to bounce slightly as the match intensified. The subtle, vibrating motion bounced his tip directly against your sweetest spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curling as you buried your face in his neck, trying to suffocate the whimpers tearing out of you.

"Yo, is she good?" a voice chuckled through his headset. You recognized it instantly—it was Randy. The realization that his brother was on the other end of the line while you were quite literally attached to Jermajesty made your face burn with a mix of shame and intense pleasure.

"Yeah, she's fine," Jermajesty replied, his voice laced with a dark amusement you could feel vibrating in his chest. "Her stomach's just turning. She's pretty full right now."

You wanted to die. Before you could even process the tease, Jermajesty decided to punish you further. While keeping his hands firmly on the controller, he began to subtly tilt his pelvis, delivering agonizingly slow, shallow thrusts into you from below.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby," he taunted softly, his eyes still locked on the television screen as his thumbs worked the joysticks. "I'm right here."

You couldn't take it. Your mind was turning to mush, your body completely at the mercy of his slow, torturous pace. He was nearing the end of the match, his movements getting a little more frantic as he tried to secure the win.

"Hold onto my shoulders," he ordered suddenly.

You obeyed instantly, throwing your arms around his neck. In one powerful movement, Jermajesty stood up straight from the chair, lifting your entire weight with him. He braced your thighs against his hips, his breath catching as he began to ram up into you with heavy, unrestricted force, still trying to play with one hand. A loud, broken moan escaped you, completely unmuted.

"Alright, bro, I'm out. I gotta check on her," Jermajesty grunted into the mic. He didn't even wait for a reply; he reached over, slammed the power button on the console, and tossed his headset onto the desk. The room fell into absolute silence, save for your ragged breathing.

He walked over to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress before pushing your knees all the way back to your chest. He looked down at you, his chest heaving, his eyes burning. "You've got a stubborn ass head, you know that?"

He leaned down, pressing a rough, possessive kiss to your lips. "Don't you cum till I tell you to."

He dove back into you, his pace agonizingly slow but incredibly deep. Every single stroke felt like it was hitting your spine. Your mouth hung open, your brain completely short-circuiting. You tried to pull away to lessen the intensity,

but Jermajesty growled, his hand wrapping firmly around your throat—not cutting off your air, but pinning you down, forcing you to take every single inch.

"Daddy, please I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" you sobbed, overstimulated and completely undone.

"Hold it," he demanded, his voice low and vibrating against your ear. "Don't do it."

But it was too late. Two heavy, brutal thrusts later, your walls spasmed violently. A loud, high-pitched wail tore from your throat as a massive, shattering orgasm ripped through you, coating him completely. Your body went entirely limp against the sheets.

Jermajesty pulled out with a dark chuckle, shaking his head as he laid back against the pillows, propping his hands behind his head. He looked over at you, completely unbothered, a smug smirk resting on his lips. He patted his thigh.

"Get up here."

"I can't... my legs," you whined, your vision blurry.

"Too bad. Should've kept that attitude under control downstairs. Come here."

You crawled over to him, your body shaking as you straddled his lap once more. Jermajesty gripped your waist, helping you lift yourself up before sliding you back down onto him. You began to slowly ride him, your movements lazy and uncoordinated, but he didn't mind. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your rhythm.

"Mhm... good girl," he praised, his voice softening into that warm, affectionate tone you loved. "Just like that."

When your legs finally gave out completely,

Jermajesty caught you, pulling you into a crushing bear hug. He flipped you beneath him, burying his face in your neck as he took over the pace, delivering heavy, grounding thrusts that had you seeing stars all over again.

"You sorry, baby?" he murmured against your skin, a heavy smack landing against your thigh.

"Yes, Jermajesty," you gasped.

*Smack.*

"That's not my name What is it?"

"I'm sorry... Daddy," you sobbed out, completely surrendered.

"That's my girl. You love me?"

"I love you so much," you cried, your hands clutching at his tight curls.

"I love you too, baby girl."

He caught your jaw, pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss. Your body tightened one last time, pulling another ragged orgasm from you just as Jermajesty let out a low groan, locking his hips against yours as he filled you with his own.

He didn’t say anything right away. He just pulled you in close, tucking your head right under his chin while his chest heaved against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath. His fingers tangled gently in your hair, and just stayed like that for a minute, pressing a couple of soft, lingering kisses into the top of your head while he waited for your racing heartbeat to finally slow down.

"I'm gonna pull out, okay?" a breathless whisper brushed against your ear. You managed a weak nod against his chest.

Firm hands gripped your hips, slowly lifting and settling your weight onto the soft mattress. Your eyes fluttered shut, your brain desperately trying to come back to reality while his eyes studied your face, making sure you were okay.

A warm palm rubbed soothing circles over your stomach, followed by a trail of tender kisses that started on your cheek, moved down the column of your neck, and mapped the length of your torso before finally reaching your leaking warmth.

Your heavy, exhausted legs were hooked over broad shoulders, and a soft gasp left your lips as his mouth found your sensitive clit. Thumbs spread your outer folds wide open, exposing you completely as he devoured you.

You whined, completely overstimulated, fingers reaching down to grip tight curls as that familiar, tight knot coiled in your stomach all over again.

"Baby..." you moaned, instinctively trying to close your thighs around his head to make the pressure stop.

Instead, large hands clamped onto your inner thighs, pinning your legs wide as the pace of his tongue quickened, pushing you right back over the edge. Looking down through half-lidded eyes, you caught him staring right back up at you.

"Mhm."

A shattered cry tore from your throat as you came all over his face. Jermajesty lapped up every drop of your release before pulling away, leaning up to press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips while his hands gently caressed your sensitive, trembling body.

Jermajesty sputtered, coughing and wiping his face while you burst out laughing.

"You tired, mama?" he murmured. You could only manage a lazy, drained nod, completely out of words.

"Mhm, I bet. Let me go get the water started."

Before long, Jermajesty came back into the room, scooped your limp body up into his arms, and carried you into the bathroom where a warm, bubble-filled tub was waiting. He gently lowered your aching body into the water, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart while his large, wet hands rubbed soothing circles into your stomach.

"Hey," he murmured softly, kissing the side of your head. "I know sex isn't an apology. I really am sorry, baby. I shouldn't have been ignoring you like that all day. I never want you to feel like you come second to anything. If I get like that again... you can just slap me."

You let out a weak giggle, looking up at him over your shoulder. "Apology accepted. I'm not going to hit you. It's bad enough I broke your controller... I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new one."

Jermajesty smirked, "Don't worry about it. I've got like five backups in the closet. Besides... I got my get-back by breaking you. So we're even." He puckered his lips, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Instead of giving it to him, you scooped up a handful of bubbles and smeared them right across his mouth.

"Oh, okay," he growled playfully, a dangerous spark returning to his eyes as he gripped your waist under the water. ""Oh you wanna get fucked up again don't you?"

synopsis: you go live on instagram for fun and your freakass boyfriend won’t leave you alone.

requested by annon.