#jj/reader

[tudorgirl]

Leather Jacket

a/n: Okay this is my first fanfic on here like this. This is my first JJ/reader fic. I tried really hard on this, so please be kind

warning: Some curse words, mentions of Luke Maybank, JJ being JJ, angst fluff ending. Loosely inspired by the song “Leather Jacket” by The Arkells

word count: 1 k

pairing: JJ/ girlfriend/ex reader

The rain was blurring your vision, you could barely make out bright reflecting halos that were speeding past you on the road.

Your short dress wasn’t your brightest idea, and your boots were soaked with the puddles you could not avoid to get here.

Teeth chattering from the cold breeze along with what felt like a tsunami to you.

Where was your ride? And where was your phone for that matter?

Just then a car pulled up beside you, next to the pay phone you used to call.

You opened the door to the old car, and you hurried into it shivering.

“Here” JJ Maybank said handing you the leather jacket with a smile

He had been asleep when his phone rang that early morning. He had been crashing at the Chateau since the breakup. JJ was surprisingly sober, but he wasn’t in a peaceful dream either. He was replaying your last conversation.

“I can’t do this anymore JJ”

“Do what Y/N?

“We have been dating for three years. Do you even love me?

“The hell kind of question is that. Of course I love you Y/N.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it. John B and Sarah are married. Pope is thinking of proposing to Cleo… we are still here crashing in my apartment pretending to live together like we did three years ago” you had said tears forming in your blue eyes JJ loved so much.

“Y/N come on… don’t cry. I hate seeing my angel cry” he said trying to wrap his arms around you.

“I need stability JJ. I want a life with you as your wife “you said hiccupping from sobbing.

“You want to get married?” JJ asked dumbfounded scratching his head.

         That had been in, the last straw for you. Of course, JJ loved you. He had never loved anything more in his existence. He dreamed of a life with you, but he was a pogue. You were a kook. It shouldn’t matter to him. You had proven status didn’t matter to you.  You moved out of your parents figure eight mansion and into a one-bedroom apartment near the cut to be closer to him.  The money wasn’t gone though. Your parents still gave you everything. They even accepted your relationship with a Maybank.

         JJ was still Luke Maybank’s son though. He thought you deserved better. He knew it. You still stayed and that’s why he couldn’t propose.

        You had left the Chateau a week ago. He had broken your heart and it killed him. He was doing the right thing. You would move on to some kook prince and get the life you were worthy of, not the shit hole of a life he could provide for you.

         He was relieving all this when his phone rang and when he looked at the glowing screen it was no caller I.D. He answered anyway, still hopful

“Y/n? he asked sitting up in bed.

“JJ…I lost my phone at the bar, and I need a ride. Can you pick me up?”

“Are you at “the Gater”?” he asked putting his shoes on.

“Yes.. j its raining and I’m cold” you said sounding miserable.

“Be right there sweetheart “He got his keys and got his jacket and was off to the bar you two had made so many memories together.

You took the leather jacket that still smelled like tobacco and bergamot, the aroma engulfed your senses. It might have been his father’s jacket but it reminded you of the man that you still adored.

You remembered everything from three years of dating. The fast-food dates where you would share milkshakes with the cute blonde boy. The dance at your school that he thought he didn’t belong, but you proudly held his hand and guided him to the dance floor. To wrapping your new puppy in the garment as you brought it to your apartment.

A leather jacket that was home just like the man in the drivers seat was.

 He put the car in gear and started driving in silence. Neither of you knew what to say at first. The heat was making your tired bones comfortable and soon you had fallen asleep.

JJ looked over at you and chuckled to himself. He only woke you when he stopped at your apartment building.

“Y/N… hey were home—er I mean were at your place” he corrected himself but felt his cheeks go crimson.

You opened your eyes and looked around and nodded understanding JJ. You unbuckled your seatbelt and were about to get out when JJ reached to gently take your hand.

“Why’d you call me?” JJ asked softly.

“You were the first person I thought of.” You said honestly meeting his gaze.

        You were walking to the entrance of the complex when you heard the familiar voice behind you.

“Y/N I cant give you what you grew up with” he screamed over the pouring rain.

“I grew up with loving parents that accepted me for everything I was. You cant give me that Maybank?” you asked walking toward him getting soaked again.

“I will love you with everything I got” he said as you reached him cupping his drenched face in your hands.

“What are you saying then?” you asked softly.

“You have my heart, my jacket, why not my last name?

You jumped in his arms and kissed him deeply.

He returned the kiss then took your hands in his and with the fear of becoming his father subsiding in his gut he asked the girl he loved to marry him.

“Yes JJ Maybank I will marry you” you said giggling then took his hand as you both ran inside from the storm.

As the door closed you noticed the tears in his eyes mixed with rain-stained cheeks. “I love you J”

“Y/N I love you too. Before we plan our wedding though. I have one more very important question for you”

“What would my fiancée like to know?” you asked giggling at the word “fiancée”

“Who the fuck uses a pay phone?”

The sounds of your laughter replaced the rain outside, and you both knew the sun would pierce through the sky again.

tagging @mvybanks(for help and inspiration) @moremaybank(for inspiration) and @maybankslover( inspiration)

[silverbyeol]

Ocean Breeze - JJ Maybank

Summary: JJ Maybank is finally living his dream- surfing around the world. His first stop? Sydney, Australia. 

Author’s note: Apologies for the lack of knowledge on anything surfing related. Everything is just made up. I tried my best to not include any gendered language or how you look. Hope you all enjoy~ 

Trigger warning: Sexual violence. Please take of yourself <3

Word count: about 3k

JJ found himself caught in the vibrant embrace of Sydney, Australia, an unexpected adventure unfolding before him. The allure of worldwide travel and catching waves had materialised right before his eyes, as he stood ready to take on an international surfing championship. This was not his first surfing competition, back in the states he won a few local ones that helped him fund this endeavour. 

Nerves pricked at him, the sun-kissed blonde meandered along the shoreline, observing the competitors huddled in conversation with their friends and coaches. Amidst the unfamiliar landscape, he found himself a solitary figure, a foreigner in a land of strangers. His friends back in North Carolina were entwined in their own lives, yet their promises to catch the live stream provided a tether to familiarity. Lost in thought, JJ's path led him to an accidental collision.

“Hey! Ow…”

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry…” JJ's gaze dropped swiftly to meet your disgruntled expression as you sat on your bum on the warm sand. Extending his tan toned arm, he helped you rise from the sand, an apologetic grin tugging at his lips. His blue eyes locked with yours, his features etched with a sheepish charm.

“My bad, I wasn't watching where I was headed. Sorry,” he said and reached to scratch the back of his neck. You noticed how attractive the young American was and your annoyance quickly faded, revealing a blend of curiosity and intrigue. 

“No worries, it was an accident. Happens,” you said to the man in your distinct Aussie accent as you dusted the sand off from your lower body, “I’m Y/n.” The energy between you two seemed to shift, JJ's awkward smile now evolving into an endearing grin. 

"JJ," he responded, his name rolling off his tongue with ease.

“You in the competition?” you inquired, eager to prolong this newfound connection. The enigma of JJ had piqued your interest.

“Yeah… You?” His interest mirrored yours, his curiosity eager for further interaction.

"Absolutely, been ridin' those competition waves for a while," you trailed off, a flicker of fascination dancing in your eyes. "Anyway, I won't keep you from your group any longer. You’re probably keen to rejoin your companions..."

“Nah… I’m flying solo. First time away from the states actually,” JJ confessed. 

“Oh? So I take it you haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing what our little continent has to offer? Say… I don’t go on for quite a while, you wanna join me and my friends?” Your rationale for inviting a stranger remained unclear – maybe it was his charm, or perhaps a sense of camaraderie for a fellow traveller finding his footing in a foreign land.

A raised eyebrow from JJ prompted a giggle from you, “Don’t worry. We don’t bite.”

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun,” he replied. For the first time in his life, JJ felt awkward and lost for words. He was always so talkative and outgoing, yet right now he felt out of place. 

“Perfect!” you brightly beamed, “We’re just down here,” as you guided JJ through the bustling beach scene, you led him to a shaded tent, where a group of people lounged, escaping the harsh sun rays.

“Hey, you lot. Smells good,” you said, making four heads turn towards your direction.

"Who's the fresh face?" A male voice expressed curiosity.

“Right. This is JJ, he’s here from the states,” you introduced, eyes shifting to JJ as the group's collective gaze turned his way.

“Hi.” he plainly said and gave a small wave with his fingers. 

“JJ, Vince over there,” you started as you pointed out the male who spoke, “is my coach and also a good friend. That bookworm there is Hannah. Olivia's busy with a board, and-”

“Y/n, forever adoptin' strays,” an unfamiliar voice interjected.

“And that’s Bryce. Don’t listen to him. Jealous because he’s never come close to bestin' me in a comp,” you playfully taunted. 

“Got any clue what you're signin' up for, blondie? Y/n's been sweepin' the comps for five straight years, no joke,” Bryce quipped, eyeing the American newcomer.

JJ's gaze lingered on you, tracing the contours of your face. Your name stirred a hint of recognition, a whisper of familiarity resonating. Y/n and Australia… 

“Hang on… you’re The Y/n? Sharky?” he said as it suddenly clicked to him. There was a collective laugh from the group at the nickname. 

“I hate that nickname, but yeah” you replied and rolled your eyes. 

During the next few hours, JJ found himself immersed in a camaraderie that felt like a homecoming. The group took to him right away and he felt as if he had known them for his whole entire life. Bryce grilled some fresh fish and vegetables for the group and offered JJ a plate. They even cheered for him from the shore as he surfed the waves during his competition entry. 

JJ quickly saw why he got along with your group so easily. They were just like his friends back home. Olivia was confident and passionate about everything she did, she was the John B of this group. Hannah's laid-back aura, quick wit, and bohemian flair mirrored Kie's vibe. Vince, the group's cautious thinker, embodied the Pope-like role of practicality and guidance. Bryce, though exhibiting a rebellious attitude, exuded a tender heart. And you, well, you remained an enigma, a unique presence unlike anyone JJ had known.

JJ watched you as you surfed during your entry. You looked determined and focused, there was nothing that could stop you as you rode the waves with passion and grace. 

"Y/n's really killing it," Vince noted, the group's eyes collectively fixated on your performance from the shore. Not only that, but the whole beach stood by as they watched you. JJ marvelled at the spectacle, the entire coastline captivated by your prowess. 

“And that was Y/n ‘Sharky’ L/n! Next up, please welcom-'' said a loud voice over a megaphone, but it faded into the background as JJ remained fixated on the water. Anticipation mounted, yet he remained rapt, unwilling to divert his gaze. Your return to the shore prompted a swell of applause, a triumphant smile gracing your lips.

“Y/n’s something else,” Olivia said to JJ, “We usually head back once the crowd gathers. Wanna hang with us, J?” she continued. The others from the group were already walking back to their spot at the beach. 

“Yeah sur-” he started, but was quickly cut off. 

A sudden masculine voice cut through the atmosphere. “Hey, Sharky!” The audacious salutation accompanied an unwelcome slap on your behind, the instigator sporting an unapologetic grin. “Impressive performance out t-” he attempted, but your voice silenced him.

“What the fuck?” you yelled out and without hesitation spun around, your fist connecting with the man's nose. He fell back and you started to scream, “Who do you think you are! Have some fucking respect you absolute pig!” 

Olivia intervened, attempting to lead you away from the escalating situation. "Come on, Y/n, people are watching."

“I don’t care who’s watching. This piece of garbage-” you said and looked down. The man was holding his nose as blood gushed out of it.

“You bitch! Look what you did to me!” he yelled as he started to get angry. 

“And I'd be thrilled to do much worse!” you yelled back and started lunging at him, but JJ acted swiftly as he caught you, halting your impending assault. 

"Let it go, he's not worth it. You'll only get yourself disqualified," JJ reasoned, his intentions sincere. You spun your head around and came face to face with his blue eyes. Those blue eyes reminded you of the ocean, you could get lost in them for hours. His calming presence ignited a connection that felt strangely familiar, like an unspoken kinship.

“You’re right.” you concluded and turned back to look at the perpetrator once more. He looked pathetic on the sand as he held his bloody nose in his hand, “You’re not worth my time.” you said. Before you left, you made sure to spit on the man as you mumbled an insulting curse under your breath. 

There it is… before now, JJ couldn’t quite figure out who you reminded him of, but he saw that you and him had a few similar qualities. You stormed away from everyone, walking along the shore towards an unknown destination. JJ was at a loss of what to do. 

“JJ, go,” Olivia motioned the blonde to follow after you while picking up the dropped surfboard, “I'll fill in the group about what happened.” 

“Right.” JJ said and started quickly walking after you keeping a cautious distance. If JJ was in your shoes right now, what would he want? JB usually just pulled him off and they would leave and never talk about it. Would you want to talk about what happened? That man definitely got what he deserved and-

“You’re a loud thinker, JJ,” you said and the both of you suddenly stood face to face again, just centimetres away from each other's bodies. 

“I’m not good with this kind of stuff, but are you okay?” he asked and suddenly felt stupid. Of course you weren’t okay, you just got assaulted. You rolled your eyes and a smirk made its way on your lips. 

“Can we not talk about that?” you said and dropped down to sit on the warm sand. JJ followed suit, sitting so close to you that your shoulders were almost touching. 

“Okay, but that strike was pretty sick…” he said with a small smile on his face. You playfully shoved his shoulder, “You’re a bit feisty aren’t you?” he said in a flirtatious tone.

“A bit? More like a lot.” you corrected and turned your head to lay it on his shoulder. 

A comfortable silence engulfed the two of you as you watched the waves hit the shore and roll back into the ocean. Distant sounds of voices were coming from where the surfing competition was happening, but they were drowned out by the sound of the water and birds. 

“How’d you get the nickname Sharky?” JJ broke the silence. Without saying anything you straightened up and, with a graceful motion, you began shedding your wetsuit. On your upper right arm was a bumpy scar and suddenly JJ understood. 

“Bit by a shark,” you said nonchalantly, as though recounting an everyday occurrence, “I’ve been surfing ever since I could walk. My parents were big surfers, so naturally I was born a gifted child. I reckon it happened when I was ten years old. Obviously it was scary when it happened, but I’ve moved on. Ever since then, I got that nickname. It was cute when I was a kid, now it just seems childish,” 

“Looks like you gave ol’ Jaws out there a run for his money, huh?” JJ smirked as he joked. 

“I reckon I'm a pretty irresistible catch in those waters," you retorted with a flirtatious edge.

“Should have ‘Catch of the Day’ written across your forehead,” JJ suggested, eliciting a laugh from you.

“Glad I could win a showdown with Jaws. It’s a hell of a story.” you said and the laughter started to die down. 

“Glad you won too. Means that I get to meet you,” JJ said, catching you off guard. His blue eyes were unreadable as he studied your face. Perched on the sand, he looked downright irresistible. You felt an overwhelming urge to lean in, to bridge the distance, and seal the moment with a kiss. Your eyes started to close, the anticipation building, but just as the electric tension peaked, a sudden interruption snapped you back to reality.

“Hey! You two!” yelled the voice of Vince who was running towards the pair of you. The both of you turned around towards the sounds looking guilty as if you just got caught by your mom stealing cookies. You quickly stood up and dusted yourself off from the sand, JJ following your motion. 

“What’s up?” you asked Vince who was slightly panting. 

“They’re going to announce the winners in five. Let’s go.” Vince finished and the three of you headed back towards the populated area of the beach. You glanced at JJ from your peripheral vision and noticed that he was already looking at you with an amused grin. 

“I won’t be surprised if you get first again. Everyone else was shit…” Vince talked to you, but you weren’t paying any attention. Your gaze was lost in the blue eyes of the blonde American. 

The award ceremony was the most nerve wracking part of the whole competition. The anticipation of who placed was eating away at everyone, but you. You felt accomplished today and if you were to lose or not place, you wouldn’t really mind. There were more people gathered here now than earlier as they anticipated seeing a glimpse of you winning yet another trophy. JJ’s name was called during a lower division group for second place. Even though they only met today, the whole crew was proud of him and excited about the future of his surfing career.

Finally, after about 30 mins, the top division and overall winners of the competition were being announced, “And now… The moment we have all been waiting for. In first place, with a nearly perfect score, we have Australia’s very own, SHARKY!” the announcer called, making the crowd erupt with a roar of cheer. You left your group of friends and headed for the makeshift stage. Volunteers of the event swarmed you, putting a flower crown over your head and handing you a trophy. Reporters snapped pictures of you and the second and third place champions as you all stood there smiling and holding your trophies.

Emotions were high as everyone tried to get an interview or picture/autograph with you. It was quite overwhelming actually. Adults started crowding you and a small voice squeaked from amongst their legs. 

“Hey! Stop!” you yelled and the commotion seemed to die down instantaneously, “Let the kid through. You’ll stomp her to death!” you exclaimed loudly, bashing the adults for their recklessness. A small girl was pulled from the crowd and suddenly she stood in front of you as you towered over her. 

“Hello…” she said timidly and you crouched down to meet her at eye level. 

“Hi, what’s your name?” you questioned with a smile. 

“I’m Ellie… I am a big fan,” she continued. 

“Well, Ellie, how about you and I take a picture? Where are you parents?” you questioned and took the girl’s hand into your own. Everyone who crowded you parted as you and Ellie walked off in search of her parents. Moments like these are what you loved most about being a ‘celebrity’, it was the knowing that you can inspire a child to get on that board and ride those waves. Seeing the smiles and sparkling glinting eyes made it all worth it. 

“Thank you so much!” exclaimed the parents of the girl after you took a picture. 

“No problem,” you said with a smile and then turned to the little girl, “I’ll see you out on the waves some day, yeah?” you asked and she nodded her head with confidence. 

“Y/n!” yelled the voices of your friends who were all walking towards you with smiles on their faces. 

“Congrats, mate. Well-deserved victory,” Vince said and he gave you a congratulatory hug. 

“You killed it!” 

“Unstoppable, really. Did you see that bloke's mug? He was fumin'!.” 

The chorus of pride and encouragement swirled around you, yet your gaze wandered, searching for your new American friend. A grin spread across your face as your eyes locked, and the two of you gravitated toward one another.

“Congrats on that shiny trophy.” JJ said pointing to the heavy object in your hands. 

“Thanks. You too.” you replied 

“Oh? This wee thing? I’m coming for that prize next,” JJ declared playfully, a glint of challenge in his eyes.

“If you keep it up, who knows? Maybe in a gazillion years, you'll catch up to my level,” you teased, a hint of mischief in your response.

“Is that a wager, then?” JJ's raised eyebrow prompted a chuckle from you.

“Nah, just statin' the facts. But who knows, maybe in the next eon,” you bantered, punctuating your remark with a cheeky wink, “When are you going back home?” you asked in a hopeful tone. 

“Tonight. Got a plane at 11,” JJ revealed, momentarily dimming your hopes of future encounters.

“Well, that's a bummer. I would've loved to show you the true gems of Australia. You've barely scratched the surface,” you said, a touch of wistfulness in your tone.

“Yeah, wasn't here long enough, but I've got a good reason to return,” JJ responded, a twinkle of intrigue in his eyes.

“Oh?” you questioned, feeling your saddened mood lift, “What’s your next competition?” you questioned, already excited about seeing the man once again. 

“Heading to Florida next month. You gonna be there?” JJ asked, his anticipation mirrored in your own excitement.

“Absolutely. Gotta make sure you understand who rules the waves,” you teased.

“Hah, Florida's my turf, Sharky. Get ready to see how we do it,” JJ retorted, a playful glint in his gaze.

“Maybe after you totally and undeniably defeat me on the waves, you could take me out for a date?” you casually suggested, a grin tugging at your lips.

“You got yourself a deal, Sharky,” JJ agreed, his smile growing broader.

“See you in Florida, Blondie,” you concluded with a smirk, sealing the pact between you two with a firm handshake.

Thanks for reading (: 

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[tootiredtobekind]

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[babymangosworld]

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[drewsephrry]

p.links

(updated 06/13/2025)

18+ content

outer banks

rafe cameron

making out

grinding on him until he cums

morning sex

drunk sex

overstimulation

doggy

playing with you

spanking

sitting on rafe's face

squirting

size kink

bouncing back on it

wet doggy

mutual masturbation

mutual masturbation pt 2

bathroom sex

fingering you in the bathroom

riding him in his truck

rafe x pogue!gf

sucking your tits

tit sucking

rafe x kook

bsf!rafe x you

stepbro!rafe fucking you in secret

humping frat!rafe's thigh in his dorm room

frat!rafe making you squirt

making out and riding frat!rafe

nerd!rafe eating you out like you're his last meal

s2!rafe taking care of his girl

jj maybank

fingering and spanking you

eating you out

69

fucking you in the bathroom after a beach day

drew starkey

doggy

munch!drew (actually looks like drew a lot)

misc.

barry x kook!reader

john b and you when you are alone in the chateau

rafe x pogue!reader x topper

hope you enjoy little freaks hehe <𝟑

[rafesslxt]

4k special — p!links

warnings: this is pxrn! Don‘t open in public or if you‘re not alone! You have to be logged in on twitter or else they won‘t work!!!

Rafe Cameron

Rafe fucking routledge!reader when her brother is working for his dad so they're alone at home.

mutual masturbation with stepbro rafe

fucking bfs! rafe for the first time

stepbro rafe fucking you after all your teasing

Rafe gets revenge on JJ by fucking his sister

telling nerdy rafe how good he feels

riding stepbro rafe while ward and rose are in the kitchen

you are in a secret relationship with rafe Rafe so you meet in a hotel, fucking next to a opened window

rafe recording how he's fucking toppers gf

you teased bfs! rafe all day with dirty messages and pictures thinking it's funny teasing him since you're friends

rafe fucking wheezie's nanny when wheezie sleeps

JJ Maybank

boyfriend JJ fucking you in the back of the country club where you work

tattooed brothers best friend JJ fucks you when your brother is on a date with Sarah

trying to get JJ's attention while he games with John B and Pope

JJ fucking popes sister while Pope is gone to the library

bsf!JJ eats you out after you tell him nobody ever did before

JJ facefucking reader

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have fun watching!!

xoxo sarah <3

[goodkidmadcity]

when the fic was so good, you just sit and wish it was you there rn….

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

[winnysplayground]

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

[anglbunny]

SIT ON IT

♡. multi, smut mdni, face sitting

You're straddling his stomach, thighs shaking from how much teasing he’s been doing. You’re already soaked — just from his words alone. He keeps glancing up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice husky, “just sit on my face.”

Your face burns. “I… I can’t. I—what if I hurt you?”

He laughs — like you're the crazy one — and grabs your hips tighter, guiding you up his chest toward his mouth.

“Then let me fucking suffocate.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, biting gently, looking up at you like you’re the only god he believes in.

“I want your thighs around my head. I want that cute pussy smothering me until you forget your own name.”

You hesitate.

He groans. “Baby. Please.” His voice cracks, breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you. Let me, please.”

You finally give in, trembling as you lower yourself over his mouth. And the second his tongue touches you—

He moans like he’s starved. Hands locking around your thighs, pulling you down so you can't escape. He eats like he’s trying to live off you. You try to pull away—too sensitive—but he holds you tighter.

“Uh-uh. Don’t run now, doll,” he pants between licks. “You’re staying right here until I’ve had my fill.”

You come so hard you nearly black out — and he's still whining, still licking, still begging for more.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

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[jenislurking]

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