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jj maybank x fem!reader

enemies to lovers trope

request: no

summary: you and jj can’t stand each other, even more so when your friends suggest you’re secretly in love. little did either of you know that the simple suggestion would change everything for both you, leading to one of the best worst nights.

warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol + intoxication, smut, oral (m+f), p in v, light choking, hair pulling, mentions of jealousy, john b is referred to as a slut lol. slight angst at the end i guess?? i think that’s all lmk if i missed anything

although my posts are 18+, y’all probably don’t listen. you are responsible for the media you consume.

if there's one thing you could count on jj maybank for, it was to be infuriating. it was like his sole purpose here on earth was to irritate the shit out of you.

it started with the hammock. you'd gotten up and walked to the cooler that was literally five feet away from you, and grabbed a beer. when you turned around, he was in your spot and refused to move, claiming he had 'seniority'.

then it was his incessant interrupting, not just to you but to everyone. not only was it was annoying, but you found it rude. you'd gone into the house to get away before you started a fight with him. everyone was used to jj interrupting, knowing he never had the patience to wait his turn, or he'd forget what he had to say if he didn't get it out immediately. but you didn't care, not today, not ever.

you were lucky enough to get fifteen minutes of peace before he made his way inside, claiming he was only there for the bathroom and he didn't want to talk to you, only for him to linger inside on his way out. he stopped in the kitchen, picking up a pen and doodling on a receipt while whistling, loudly.

then he began clicking the pen non-stop.

releasing a deep breath through your nose, you tried to ignore it, repeating let it go to yourself like a mantra. it worked until he started whistling again.

"holy fuck, go outside!" you snapped.

jj's eyebrows raised in shock before a mischievous twinkle took place in his eyes. "yeah, i think you should. you're really bringing down my vibe, princess."

you scoffed, not bothering to look at him as you continued scrolling through your phone. you were disturbed when the pen jj was previously holding was tossed your way, hitting you in the chest and conveniently blowing up; leaving a long blue line and a giant blob of ink across your shirt.

he felt bad for a moment, he really did. up until you stood from the couch and threw the pen back at him ten times harder, followed by a pillow before stomping down the hall to john b's room while cursing his existence.

you hoped sarah had an extra shirt somewhere, but there was none. sighing, you grabbed a shirt from the dresser and quickly changed, using your ruined shirt to wipe the remaining ink off your skin. pissed was an understatement — that was one of your favourite shirts.

the shirt you grabbed was like a dress on you, and had a few stains. you tied it up and walked back out, scowling at jj as you walked past him. jj couldn't help the smile on his face.

"what?"

"nothing" he shrugged, still smiling.

"fucking freak" you muttered. he heard you, not like you were trying to be quiet, but he laughed, making you turn to him again; an exasperated look on your face asking for an explanation.

"it's just-" he chuckled, "that's my shirt."

you rolled your eyes and flipped him off before going back outside, making sure to let the door slam. it caught everyone's attention. they watched as you practically stomped back to the hammock in your fit of rage, afraid to ask what happened with the two of you alone in the house. john b even more so when he noticed you in jj's shirt.

"what hap—"

"don't" you said, holding a hand up to stop him.

there was an impromptu party at the boneyard that night. you'd stopped at home and grabbed different clothes and some makeup before going to sarah's to get ready with her and kiara. when you'd walked into her room, you caught them talking about you and jj.

"but seriously, is there something going on?" kiara asked straight up.

"yeah, y'all got some weird tension" sarah added.

you looked at them in disbelief. "are you kidding me right now? i hate the guy" you rolled your eyes, but they didn't buy it.

"come on!" sarah scoffed, "you guys are constantly 'fighting' and making each other mad, it's like you're 10 and on the playground trying to get your crush's attention."

"is not!"

"is too!" kiara laughed. "you guys are so ridiculous, it's actually really cute."

you couldn't believe them. there was no way they thought you and jj had a thing, or that you'd actually be into it. you could never. you despised him far too much, no matter how charming he could be.

"right! and then you came out in his shirt earlier, and john b was so convinced you'd hooked up—"

"okay, stop! nothing happened. nothing will ever happen, alright?"

they were silent for a moment before kiara asked, "so, then why were you in his shirt?"

you sighed in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "he threw a pen at me and it exploded. i still have a stain on my chest, look" you said, pulling your shirt down to show them. they didn’t see anything.

"besides," you added, "he's loud, obnoxious, plays with his hair way too much, and not to mention he's just flat out annoying."

they left you alone after that, but not before muttering that you'd be a cute couple. you rolled your eyes before moving to the mirror to get ready.

jj, pope, and john b had all stayed back at the chateau and ordered a pizza while waiting for you all, a similar conversation taking place.

"what if you just talk to her?" pope suggested.

"no. i don't wanna talk to her" jj shook his head, waving a hand in dismissal as he took a bite.

"riiight," pope dragged out, "that's why you follow her around everywhere and make it your life's mission to annoy her."

john b chuckled at that, earning a glare from jj. "i do not!"

"dude, you so do. it's very obvious" john b told him.

"no, i don't. she has no chill whatsoever, always worried about what she looks like, freaks out whenever there's the slightest mess, and she has a horrible sense of humour."

"wouldn't matter anyway" he added after a moment.

"why?"

"no pogue on pogue macking, duh!"

the pair rolled their eyes at the blond, ignoring his protests about having feelings for you. "since when do you follow the rules?" john b teased, earning a laugh from pope.

but jj just sat there, half eaten slice of pizza in hand as he thought about you differently. for a brief moment, he actually considered he might have underlying feelings for you. until they started laughing again.

there was no way. never in a million years would he have a crush on you.

the boneyard was packed when you'd got there. the plan was to meet the boys by the big fire, so that's where you all went from there hop. they were pretty easy to find, you just looked for the sluttiest dressed man (john b) and it was always who you needed.

jj's mind was still reeling over the idea of having a crush on you. it had been a solid three hours since the conversation, but he hasn't been able to drop it. even more so after seeing you now.

your hair was done, but it still held that slightly messy look you always had, and it looked good. you were wearing a nice shirt, and your belly ring was sparkling in the firelight. he noticed the rest of your body had a little shimmer to it as well; your stomach, arms and legs. for a brief moment, he wondered what the lotion smelled like, how soft it made your skin, and what it’d feel like beneath his fingertips.

so, he avoided you.

normally he would've tried a handful of ways to irritate you, but since he was under such scrutiny today, he left you alone. you were grateful.

you didn't want to speak to him either, especially after what sarah and kie had said. you were still shocked they'd even suggest that, and honestly a little bit offended.

after a couple of drinks you'd gone with kie to play beer pong. you played against some boys you knew from school, jared and tyler, who were flirting up a storm with you and kiara. after winning two games against them, they made you switch partners to make it more 'fair'. you and kiara had playfully rolled your eyes, muttering something about 'it's okay to lose to a girl' before discussing if you wanted to switch. neither of you minded, so you agreed to play two more games before finishing.

jared had partnered with you. it was fine for a few minutes; he was a poor beer pong player but he had enthusiasm, so you could ignore it. and, he was pretty cute. a little dumb, sure, but cute.

you smoked your opponents easily, teasing kiara for losing her A game after switching partners. "you know it's all about the chemistry for me" she flirted with you, while fully intending it as a jab to her partner.

you grabbed her face, a flirty "oh baby" leaving your lips as you pretended to kiss her.

turning around to see if you could spot your friends, you locked eyes with jj, who was already looking at you. he looked away, quickly busying himself with whoever was next to him. you and kiara linked arms and skipped back towards the fire, jared and tyler hurrying after you.

jj couldn't help but notice how jared seemed to be glued to your side, and he couldn't help but be angry about it. why? he had no idea.

he actually liked jared. he was decent, funny, and a good skater, but he also had a reputation when it came to girls— one much worse than his own. and yeah, maybe he didn't like you all that much, but he knew you, and he knew you deserved better than some player.

you could feel him watching you. every time you looked at him, you'd glare, but it didn't deter him. not even when he had a pretty girl practically begging for him to take her home for the night.

the sight made you feel uneasy. she was touching every part of him she could, laughing too loud at things he said, and tried multiple times to kiss him — which he dodged in favour of keeping his eyes on you. eventually, you couldn't stand it anymore.

you walked over to him, ignoring the girl hanging off of him, "what?"

"what do you mean, 'what?'"

"you know exactly what i mean! why the fuck have you been staring at me all night?"

jj scoffed, "i havent been—"

"is it cause i didn't bring your shirt back? or cause you're feeling bad about ruining mine?"

the girls eyes went wide at that, completely misreading the situation and walking away, mumbling an "oh my god".

"great!" jj groaned, "way to ruin my fun for tonight!"

"oh yeah, cause you were so focused on giving her your undivided attention!"

his breathing got heavier as he got more annoyed with you, taking a step closer. "i was doing just fine until you showed up, thank you very much."

"yeah, clearly. you looked like you were having so much fun with some random girl copping a feel while you stared me down."

"careful, sweetheart, you're starting to sound jealous" he smirked. deep down, part of him hoped you were.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes, a crazed look taking over. "you've been getting on my nerves all. fucking. day, jj. you steal my spot, you follow me around, you pester me, you ruined my favourite fucking shirt — and you don't even care! you never have! you're so fucking infuriating—"

"and you're turned on, aren't you?" he spoke so quietly you almost missed it, but he adored the way you froze.

"i-what? are you fucking kidding me right now?" you couldn't believe him. was he actually convinced he had some sort of effect on you and your hormones?

he was silent for a moment, staring at you once again, but this time it was different. there was something akin to hunger in his eyes, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel some type of way.

"do i look like im kidding?" he asked, taking another small step closer, glancing at your lips.

you took a step back, shaking your head and chuckling in disbelief. "whatever," you muttered before turning around and leaving, flipping him off.

the pounding in your chest was hard to ignore.

neither of you had any idea your friends were watching you the whole time. you passed by pope and told him you were going home, and you didn't give him a second to ask why before walking away. not like he needed to ask.

they all watched jj watching you leave, rolling their eyes at his idiocy and yours. it didn't take long for him to go after you, surprisingly. maybe it was the interrogation from earlier, or maybe it was the alcohol, but he knew this was a chance that he couldn’t quite give up.

he was grateful you lived somewhat close, but man, did you run home? because he couldn't see you and he knew he didn't wait that long before coming after you. he didn't really have a plan for when he got to your apartment, it was unlikely you'd buzz him in.

luckily for him, he caught you at the front door.

sprinting across the street, he caught the door just before it slammed shut and yanked it open. he ran up the stairs two at a time, and when he got to the top you were already halfway through your door.

he called out to you, running down the hall and pushing his way in after you.

"are you fucking kidding me? what the hell do you want now?"

"would you just shut the fuck up for a minute?" jj pleaded, slightly out of breath.

"absolutely not! literally what the hell do you want from me!? you've been grinding my gears all day and night, and even when i leave because you're so infuriating, you follow me home. you're so fucking—"

he couldn't help it. you wouldn't let him speak, and he didn't know how else to shut you up other than to kiss you. maybe it was because deep down he had feelings for you, or maybe it was because he was buzzed from the party. either way, it worked.

it was rough and a little sloppy at first, but it didn't take longer than a few seconds to fall into a rhythm with one another.

you couldn't believe what was happening, nor could you believe you actually liked it. he was a great kisser, you'd give him that. you gasped when he picked you up and spun you around, shutting your apartment door and pinning you against it. he didn't break the kiss for a single second.

his hand trailed up from your hip and stopped at your side just under your boob, and he gave a squeeze. it was dizzying.

snapping out of it, you pushed him off and wiped at your mouth. "what the fuck?" you scowled at him, but it didn't faze him. he knew you liked it just as much as he did, he could feel it in how you kissed him back. you were just more stubborn.

"you wouldn't let me talk" he spoke breathlessly. his chest was still heaving, and you couldn't take your eyes away from the thin layer of sweat that clung to his neck and collarbone from the thick summer heat.

you pressed yourself against the door in attempt to keep space between you, but still it felt too close. it was like some invisible force was pulling you to him, and resisting wasn't going to do you any good.

he took a step closer, back to where he was before you shoved him, and he stared down at you. his eyes were dark and heavy, and you lifted a hand to try and push him back once again, but he caught your wrist. he didn't miss the way you swallowed hard.

"i never really noticed it before, but you're hot when you're angry" his voice was barely above a whisper, "maybe that's why i love to piss you off so much."

the affect he currently had on you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. never had you kissed someone you hated that much, and like it. a lot.

you started to bitch at him again, this time slightly more quiet, but he wasn't having it. "yell at me again, and i'll give you a real reason to scream."

perhaps you were possessed. it was the only logical explanation as to why you pulled him in and kissed him, again. it was hot and heavy, and it felt so good.

his hands ran up and down your body, rubbing and squeezing wherever he could, as if he was committing the feel of you to memory. your hands moved across his chest and up, one tangled in his hair and the other gripping his shirt tight. without breaking the kiss, you gently pushed forward before pulling him to your room.

yeah, you must've been possessed.

you sat him down on your bed and climbed on his lap, his hands immediately cupping your ass, fingers nearly touching your cunt. it was pathetic how wet you were already, you didn't need him to tease you for it.

scooting your hips forward, you rolled them over the tent that was prominently sticking up in his pants, eliciting a strained moan from him. it only encouraged you to do it again, and again.

his hands moved up under your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it across the room. he was very pleased to see you weren't wearing a bra, even though he already knew you hardly ever wore one.

"say you want me to stop, and i will" he spoke between kisses.

"no" you whispered, "do you want to?"

"god, no" he shook his head before brining his lips to yours once more.

he kissed along your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone. you lightly scratched up and down his back, pulling his shirt up for him to take off. he had no idea your touch would feel this good. he never wanted it to end.

you pushed him down on your bed, climbing on top of him and returning the kisses, trailing down his chest and stomach before undoing his pants and pulling them down. his cock sprang up, and you couldn't help but go wide eyed.

never in a million years did you ever think you'd be getting frisky with jj maybank, and never would you have ever thought that he'd be so fucking hung.

he was long and thick, and the sight made your mouth water and pussy flutter. you didn't waste any time before licking a thick stripe from base to tip, swirling your tongue around before wrapping your lips around him and lightly sucking the tip. the moan he let out was hypnotizing.

jj sat up slightly to watch you take him, and when you locked eyes as you took him all in your mouth, all the way to the base, he almost came right then and there. you used your hand as you came back up, moving in rhythm with your mouth.

"holy fuck" he muttered, pulling your hair away from your face and holding it tight in his hands as you bobbed up and down, your hand twisting around him and squeezing just right.

he nearly lost it when you massaged his balls, and he had to pull away. you smirked devilishly at him, but it was quickly replaced with a gasp as he lifted you up and threw you down on the bed, ready to return the favour.

first, he massaged and licked at your breasts, then trailed down your stomach while teasing at your panty line beneath your shorts with a single finger. he could feel the heat radiating off of you, and being the nice guy he is, he removed your shorts to provide some relief.

once they were off, he trailed kisses up from your ankle, all the way to your clothed clit. he could see how wet you were through your panties, rubbing at the wet patch teasingly before licking you. it was almost painful the way you could just barely feel him through your underwear. you whined and squirmed beneath him, and it made something click in his brain.

"what is it, princess?"

you could hear the mocking tone in his voice, and you knew he was smirking, enjoying the effect he currently had on you. "use your words" he encouraged.

"please" you choked out, not daring to look at him.

"please what?" he asked.

you let out a breath that was something between pleasure and exasperation, "touch me, please."

"as you wish," he smiled before hooking a finger under your panties and rubbing up and down your slit ever so slowly. he circled at your entrance a few times, pushing in slightly before moving up to give some much needed attention to your clit.

moving your underwear to the side, he pulled you closer to his face and licked a thin stripe up and down your slit. he wanted to tease you, he really did, but you were so sweet on his tongue that he couldn't help but devour you immediately. it was warm, wet, and sloppy and it felt so fucking good.

there was an endless string of breathy moans escaping you, and no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay to not give him the satisfaction of being good at this, it was proving to be quite difficult— especially when he slipped two fingers in, curling them upwards and dragging a loud moan out of you.

you felt and heard him moan against you at that, making you sit up to watch. his eyes were closed and he looked like he was having the time of his fucking life between your legs, the sight and feeling of him making you clench around his fingers. he let out another moan as he sucked your clit, making your legs squeeze against him.

"fuck me" you breathed out, so quiet he didn't register it as anything other than praise.

"jj," you called out, wrapping your fingers in his hair and tugging to get his attention, "fuck me."

he was dazed, pussy drunk, fingers pumping in and out still as he climbed over you. you spit in your hand and started pumping his cock as he loomed over you, and it didn't take much longer before he pulled his fingers out and lined up at your entrance.

he paused for a moment, tip barely in you as he asked, "you sure? there's no going back after this."

even with him just barely breaching your entrance, you could feel the stretch.

"fuck me like you hate me" you replied, wrapping your legs around him and pushing him in.

you both let out a loud, long moan. the stretch was more pleasure than pain, but holy fuck was he big. he was balls deep, and even though he wasn't moving there were tears in your eyes. you were so tight around him, he had to move slowly at first. he could feel everything — your gummy walls, the slightest clench, how warm and wet you were. he could even see the bulge in your stomach, making him whimper.

it didn't take long before he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting back into you with a force you'd never felt before, the headboard of your bed lightly banging against the wall.

he went fast, hard and deep, and when he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed lightly, the moan you let out was pornographic.

"yeah, that's it" he muttered, "don't have much to say now, huh princess?"

he reached down with his other hand and rubbed slow, lazy circles on your clit, a complete contrast to how he was fucking you. "fuck you" you spat out, a moan escaping immediately after. he stopped rubbing your clit and slowed his pace, making you whine.

"what was that?" he asked, voice deep and low.

"i said, fuck you."

he squeezed your throat a little harder before letting go and pulling out. he flipped you over and pulled your hips up, hammering back into you with so much force that you almost fell off the bed. he slapped your ass hard, once, twice, three times before speaking.

"i'm gonna fuck you so good you'll never be with anyone else without thinking of me. i'm gonna ruin you."

he tangled his fist in your hair, pulling hard with each thrust. your legs were pressed together, ass in the air, slick dripping down your legs and you were desperate for more attention, but you couldn't utter a single word.

you tried to spread your legs and provide some relief for yourself, but jj quickly caught on and slapped your ass, hard. it stung in the best way.

"not so fast, baby. you need to behave first."

he wrapped his arm around you, acting as a shield and using it to hold your hips in place. you whined at the denial, and he couldn't stop the smile on his face. he wanted you to beg for it, for him to touch you. once he felt you clenching around him more and more, he slowed down again. he wasn't giving it to you that easily.

you propped yourself up with your hands, enjoying the new angle for barely a moment before he pulled you to his chest by your hair. you were basically sitting on his lap as he slowly thrust into you, shivers running down your spine as he whispered in your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"you're being so good f'me" he began, the praise making your head spin as you leaned back against him. "it's about time i put you in your place, don't y'think? if i'd've known this was all it took, woulda done it so long ago."

his free hand trailed lightly up and down your body as he spoke, leaving goosebumps in its trail. he could feel your slick sticking to him and his legs, and he couldn't get over how angelic you looked like this. with his hand still in your hair, he turned your head to the side and locked eyes with you.

"wish you would've."

your breath was heavy as you stared at him, giving him a look that made him never want this to end. he whimpered at that. he wasn't sure if he'd ever get you like this again, he needed to savour every second. he pressed his lips to yours, and when you pushed your tongue in his mouth he nearly crumbled.

"feels so good, jay" you whispered as you rolled your hips against him.

he nearly died at the nickname, how it came out so effortlessly. "yeah?"

"yeah" you nodded, lips brushing against his.

he let go of your hair, rubbing at your scalp to provide some relief before wrapping his arm around your chest. "you're so tight, takin' me so well."

you moaned at that, then again even louder when he finally rubbed at your clit with his middle finger. he made wide, slow circles, gathering your slick. jj placed soft kisses along your cheek and jaw, and maybe it was just you overthinking things, but this felt more intimate than anything.

it was slow, sensual, and became full of emotion out of nowhere. it terrified you.

you begged him to go faster, harder, and he waited a few moments before giving what you asked for. you could feel him everywhere, it was electrifying.

he rubbed fast, tight circles as he drilled into you from behind. "oh my god!" you nearly shouted, one hand gripping his thigh and the other holding onto his arm that was across your chest.

"c'mon, baby" he grunted, "come f'me." he nipped at your ear lobe.

it was merely seconds before the shockwaves ran through your body, a scream erupting from your throat. jj ate it up for a second before quickly covering your mouth, not wanting you to get any complaints, though he's sure that you already would.

you clenched tightly around him as he fucked you through your orgasm, and he didn't let up even after you squirmed from overstimulation. not until he finished. it quickly turned back into pleasure, and another orgasm.

"atta girl," he cooed, "think you got one more?"

you whimpered in response, and he was quick to soothe you. he pulled out, turning you around and laying you down, not wasting any time before thrusting back into you and chasing his own high.

he went hard and fast, rubbing at your clit once more, only getting sloppier and sloppier. still, it felt incredible. you were shaking beneath him, tears running down your cheeks as you whimpered and moaned.

"i can't— i'm g'na come" he sputtered out, eyes shut tight as he tried to wait just a little longer. he locked eyes with you as you placed a hand over his, making him rub faster, tighter circles.

the coil snapped once more, making you clench even harder and pull his own orgasm out of him. he pulled out quickly, pumping himself as he came all over your stomach, still not stopping his assault on your clit. his eyes were locked on yours the whole time.

it was an image he’d never forget, and was definitely going in the spank bank.

he was breathless, half hard as he bent down to kiss you before getting up. he went to the washroom and got a warm, wet rag to clean you up.

you were surprised with how gentle he was being, but you didn't say anything. you didn't want to ruin the moment. once you were all clean, he placed a kiss to your hip and tossed the rag into your hamper, then went to get a glass of water.

"um, i guess i should go" he said after you chugged half the glass, scratching the back of his neck.

"or you could stay" you shrugged. "wouldn't be the craziest thing that happened tonight."

he chuckled at that, "no, it wouldn't."

you crawled under the covers, watching as he had an internal debate. he looked over to you, and you pat the spot next to you.

he climbed in with a small smile, covering up and staring at the ceiling. "sorry for being such an asshole to you all the time" he confessed after a few minutes.

you let out a small laugh, "its fine. you made up for it" you teased.

he looked over to you with a smile, and he couldn't help but kiss your forehead. "night" you whispered, turning around and closing your eyes.

"goodnight" he replied, moving closer to you and holding you tight.

in the morning, you woke up alone.

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corrcdedcoffin · 1 month ago

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corrcdedcoffin · 1 month ago

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NEW GIRL 2.15, "Cooler"

#UGH this scene #rent free baby #oh to be kissed like that #nick miller the man that you are

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corrcdedcoffin · 1 month ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/corrcdedcoffin/788373513691185152/bad-idea

NOOO THE LAST LINE?! there is going to be a part 2, right?… RIGHT???

heheh….. perhaps😈

fr tho i think i wanna turn it into a mini series maybe 🫣

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corrcdedcoffin · 1 month ago

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It could be worse. You could be wearing a bra right now.

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corrcdedcoffin · 1 month ago

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Do I think Rafe & Sarah‘s relationship in s1/2 can be interpreted to have odd undertones? Yes

Rafe being very handsy with Sarah, slut shaming Sarah, perving on Sarah/Kies sleepovers.

But to immediately take it to the extreme that he has sexual thoughts of his sister, has r4ped or wanted to fck her is ???

This just seems like they’re projecting their sick fetishes.

exactly 🗣️🗣️

i legit saw one where rafe was her baby daddy and the way my jaw dropped and every fibre of my being physically cringed… good god

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