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words won’t describe how much this means to me. I remember as a kid reading about how she got them taken away, and now, I get to say I got to see taylor take back her recordings in real time!

tay will always get the last laugh! 🙏🏻🤍

You belong with me. 💚💛💜❤️🩵🖤

Letter on my site :)

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𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 (j. storm x female! reader) ▄▀▄▀▄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: johnny storm x female! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: johnny doesn’t expect to be so turned on when he sees you be a mother figure towards sue and reed’s kid… but johnny isn’t one to ignore his desires

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 16+ CONTENT, rough sex, suppressed breeding kink? breeding kink, praise kink, vaginal sex, hair pulling (johnny receiving), lots of flirting, usage of ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, edging, unprotected sex (wrap it!), erection fondling, aftercare, lowercase! intended

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: joseph quinn as johnny storm, I will forever love u. i never particularly liked chris evan’s performance, just never felt like johnny johnny, but so far, quinn seems like he got johnny down 🥹 so excited for fantastic 4! also, if u don’t like the ‘daddy’ kink, don’t read this!

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you were always so grateful that sue and reed trusted you enough around franklin when he was born— if reed and sue could trust johnny, they could trust you.

sue and reed had entrusted you and johnny to take care of the one year old franklin as the super couple went on a date night that was definitely needed and definitely earned. ben was out doing some charity event stuff which made you and johnny stuck on babysitting duties— but neither of you could care; johnny wanted to prove to his sister (and reed) that he is a damn good uncle, and you didn’t mind spending the night with johnny.

the thing about johnny though, is that he always knew what type of man he was; he was the sexy playboy of the group. the hot shot who knew everything and winked at every camera he saw. he saved people, absolutely, but he also did it with a sexy smile on his face and with the playboy aesthetic comes the idea of settling down. seeing you take care of franklin in such a good way, it’s awakening a feeling he’s never had before.

does he want to be a daddy?

it doesn’t seem that bad; you make it seem pretty damn fun.

seeing you take care of franklin gave johnny an unfamiliar yet warm and welcomed feeling in his chest; you looked perfect taking care of the new member of the family, finding his thoughts imagining you with your own kid, from his dna too, parents. it made johnny spiral in all the best ways.

his thoughts were a mile a minute, seeing you with the one year old, acting as a place in mom for the kid. johnny thought of a baby that was both of yours, that was configured by both your guy’s sperm and dna… his own baby, with their own features— fuck. he was supposed to be the womanizer of the group, not this shitty sappy romantic.

his thoughts drifted into the dirtier crevices of his mind… imagining how he’d get you pregnant, how stuffed you’d look, with your beautiful eyes filled with tears as he fucked a baby into you… oh god it seemed too good.

he watches from the baxter building’s kitchen, seeing the slight arch in your back as you sat with franklin. the boy had a thing plushie in his hand, throwing it around and doing whatever one year olds do with things they don’t know anything about but are learning how to be a human being.

the back arch wasn’t even that sexual… it wasn’t… but the way your back was, bent slightly with your ass perched perfectly, it’s an innocent position that johnny’s mind can’t help but make dirty.

he couldn’t stop looking, he couldn’t stop his eyes. it felt perverted, but he couldn’t help it. he blinked, forcing his eyes to advert to the stars as they shined outside, through the curtains of the baxter building. he tried his fucking hardest to not go back to seeing you, back arched slightly with the perfect amount of ass out, and he cursed himself when he felt his pants begin to tighten.

snap out of that johnny— you’re better than this.

his feet quickly move his body, excusing himself and putting on a front that he wasn’t absolutely hard as a rock watching you be a great aunt to franklin. going into the closest bathroom, he leaves the door open but the light off, turning on the faucet and splashing ice cold water onto his face. he needed these thoughts gone, or at least under some semblance of control.

he shook his head, water droplets flying as he tried to calm his nerves. he held onto the sink as his cheeks flushed. why was this thought causing him this much trouble… and the hard cock throbbing in his pants certainly didn’t help. fuck.

“you look like a hot mess, baby.”

your words echo to his head as he turns around, seeing you standing in the doorway of the bathroom, hands on your hips as you stare at your boyfriend. you know exactly what got him worked up, it’s funny really.

johnny looks at you with furrowed brows before turning off the faucet, straightening his back and crossing his arms. “aren’t you supposed to be with frankie, my love? y’know he’ll tear some shit up if you’re not in there.” he asks you, hiding it (not very well) that he just discovered he had a secret kink of you pregnant—

you smile at his words, shrugging lightly as you look at your nails, then back up at the blonde. “franklin’s a little tired. ‘m letting him get his energy out right now before putting him to bed… but looks like he’s already knocking out…” you say as you look at franklin, drool slightly leaving his mouth and landing on the thing’s thick plush fist, he was an adorable baby that’s for damn sure.

“besides, even if he wasn’t tired, it’s not like he’s going to burn the house down… he’s not you.” you joke, pulling johnny out of the dark bathroom by his belt.

chuckling at your words and the way you tease him, johnny steps out the bathroom, trying to hard to not groan at your hand on his belt, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I’m not that reckless!” he tries to defend himself. “only like, half the time, and that’s with reed here!” he puts his chin on your shoulder as you look at him over your shoulder, holding the belt. “besides… you left the kiddo to look for me, you sure has different priorities, princess…”

“shut up, hot shit.” you say, looking at franklin before you turn around to face johnny. “I care about little frankie, ‘cause clearly you sure other priorities than trying to help me take care of your nephew…” you shook back, the same playful grin as you place your left hand on his bulge.

“hey! i’m helping too.” he protested weakly, but the protest died when you touched his shaft through his pants, making him shiver.

“I’m just multitasking, princess...” he adds slyly, a smirk on his stupid face as his hand runs through his blonde hair, making it too sexy for his own good.

“multitasking, huh?” you ask, a smirk growing on your face as you hear his words. you step a bit closer to him, his hand still on his crotch, squeezing his shaft confined in his pants as your other hand moved to his face, stroking his strong jawline.

“hell yeah, multi-tasking baby… taking care of little franklin then imagining you fat with my own…” he says quietly— as if franklin the one year old who still calls sue ‘daddy’ and reed ‘mommy’ could hear his filthy words. it’s the first time he’s admitted the secret kink that’s slowly been harboring in his gut.

his mouth continues; “mmm, you have no clue what you’re doing right now…” he murmurs lowly, his hands beginning to roam your body, sliding up to the top three buttons on your sleep shirt.

“oh I think I’m doing everything you want me to do, johnny…” you say, your voice bordering on sultry. the way he talks about you being pregnant and just imagining his cock ramming into you— it sent a thrill through your body and to your pussy. “you’re such a pervert, y’know?”

he chuckles, unbuttoning the top two buttons of the shirt you’re wearing. “oh but you don’t even know the half of it, darling.” he says back to you, kissing your cheek. the way you’re talking and squeezing his cock is too much for him.

he could throw you against the wall and pound you into the wall and wouldn’t think twice.

but, johnny is able to stop himself, looking at franklin as the sleeping boy nearly falls over as he sleeps on the couch.

you look over your shoulder at the new addition to the richards-storm household, remembering what you were supposed to be doing. you pushed yourself off johnny. “c’mon, I’m going to put frankie in his crib… then we can do what we want…”

johnny pouts at being denied his prize for a bit. but the look at franklin stops him. he grumbles something about blue balls, something you can’t quite hear… but he could never be mad at his little nephew.

you bend over as you pick franklin up, grabbing the thing plushie as well as you walk over to the nursery reed and sue had for franklin, built by johnny, ben, and reed and supervised by sue. you place franklin in the crib, placing the thing plushie right next to the sleeping boy (who takes it back right away) and the boy has no trouble falling back asleep, watching the little rocket ship and solar system toy overhead of the crib slowly hum in circles.

you and johnny look over at the sleeping one year old. he’s already having features of his parents, johnny putting his chin on your shoulder, his hand on his lower back. “I think we make a pretty kickass aunt and uncle duo…”

“we do, don’t we?” you say back to him, placing your hand over johnny’s that sits on your hip, stroking his knuckles lightly. you watch little frankin for a moment, his eyes closed, a tiny smile on his little baby face. johnny swears he melts a little at the sight.

he then asks the question his dick was hard to thinking about; “you think we’d be a good mommy and daddy?”

you smile at his words, it’s rare to see johnny vulnerable, but when he is, he’s open and you appreciate that. your arms wrap themselves around his neck as you think. “I think we’d make good parents… maybe even great.” you say, a grin on your face still as you push a strand of blonde hair out his face.

you look into his big, blue eyes, making sure to not be too close to franklin so the baby can get his beauty sleep. “why do you ask?”

“just thinking, ‘bout how you looked so damn natural, taking care of the little guy.” johnny murmured, holding you just a bit closer to him. he liked this feeling. “and the way you bent over earlier didn’t help.” he added slyly, a smirk on his face as his hands started to slide down to your ass.

you roll your eyes, smacking his chest playfully. “you can’t keep your mind clean, can’t you, johnny?” for a moment you two are silent but with grins and flushed cheeks, you continue however, a low whisper in his ear. “is this your way of asking me to let you get me pregnant, storm?”

“i just want you to be the mother of my kids.” johnny tells you; he says it so casually as his hand groping your ass a bit rougher as he starts backing you out of the nursery. (while keeping his eye on little franklin)

you smile, hearing the soft clicking of the nursery door closing as franklin is put to bed. you bat your eyelashes at the fire-man before tilting your head, pretending to think. “I mean… it doesn’t hurt to try…”

johnny looks at you with a smile, you give him the same look; lust and love as you go into his bedroom…

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“ohhhhh! fuckkkk, johnny!” your moans echo throughout his room as the bed creaked loudly, the headboard pressing against the wall constantly.

johnny had you on your back, your legs on his shoulders with your hands free to do whatever they please, right now they’re pressed on johnny’s chest as he pushed his thick cock into you, his tip kissing your g-spot constantly.

his grunts are so sexy as he angles his hips perfectly. “yeah? that feels good, baby? like how I’m fucking you?” he asks, beads of sweet dropping down his forehead as he pounds into your sweet pussy. he holds your thighs, not leaving any room to even think about it, his pace quick and mean.

you nod with intense enthusiastic. “yes! oh fuck, johnny! feels so- so good.” you moan out, your words breaking as your walls are stretched by his dick. “s-so big, oh fuck…”

he smiles, kissing your right ankle as he drags his dick in and out, he’s leaving no space between his hips and your pussy, not wanting to waste any inches. “yeah? you think my dick’s big? that’s why you can barley take it, pretty girl?”

you grunt, digging your fingernails into his chest as he makes fun of you not being able to take him. you shake your head. “t-taking it pretty fuckin’ good… s-shit!”

he chuckles. “see, told you you’re a smart girl… knowing exactly how to take daddy’s dick.”

oh fuck. that’s when you rip out a sob. it shouldn’t feel so good when he calls himself that… it really shouldn’t but it does.

you can’t respond, your eyes rolling back as he fucks into you harder with the pet name he gave himself. your mouth can only let out his name in broken whimpers and moans. your hands moving up to the back of his head as he leans forward, forcing your legs to bend, your knees pressing into your own breasts.

“cant even respond, can you? just so dumbed down because of my dick.” johnny says, it’s not cruel, just cocky. he knows the effects he has on you

you look at him, one hand going into his blonde locks and the other going to his bicep, digging into both, his blonde strands go in between your fingers. “p-please… ‘m close— so close…” you brokenly whimper.

johnny kisses your ankle again, your walls clenching as he thrusts deeper. “oh yeah? my pretty girl wants to cum all over me?”

you nod your head quickly, too busy whining, moaning and feeling all sorts of ways as his cock pistons into you. the way he looks as he fucks you is too much… you can barely form any coherent words. “please… oh… oh fuck…”

“poor girl, you can’t even form a sentence right now…” he coo’s, rubbing your thighs again as he stops his cock from moving.

your eyes look at him frantically, feeling him stop his cock. you need to finish so bad, you’re right on the edge, your orgasm right on its tail and you need it so fucking bad. almost like it’s going to be ruined if you don’t get it right now.

“j-johnny please… please I need it, ‘m close, so close.” you beg, hating the cocky son of a bitch.

johnny looks at you, tilting his head, almost thinking. you deserve it, but for teasing him earlier? but you did it so good that he couldn’t really blame you. “you want it—“

“please please please, johnny, need it— need it.” your begs cut him off, he didn’t even get to finish his words before you’re already begging him again.

he could never say no to you, truly.

he leans forward, pushing his hips and beginning a deep pace all over again, almost like resuming your tumble towards your orgasm, collecting the pieces right back up again. his thick cock stretches your walls.

his left hand presses on your stomach, feeling himself push in and out while the right hand goes down to your puffy cunt, rubbing it in tight circles and making you go over the edge. “c’mon baby, give it to me, give it to daddy…”

a loud moan leaves your mouth as you successfully go over the edge. your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open, nails dug deep into johnny’s hair and his shoulder, your toes curling as johnny’s name leaves your mouth over and over again, like a religious name.

johnny smirks watching you go over the edge, still moving his hips smoothly to soothe you through your high. “there you go, good girl, knew you were my good girl…”

it feels so damn good, and johnny’s words don’t help.

your eyebrows furrow as your eyes roll back to their normal spot, hazed and on a different cloud than nine. you look johnny in his eyes. “c’mon baby… give it to me… cum in me johnny.”

he looks at her with his eyes glistening, as if you just asked him for the world. “oh, you want me to give you a baby? you want me to stuff this tummy full and give you a little bundle of joy?” he asks, pressing down on your stomach a little. he groaned at the thought, imagining his little fantasy of seeing you get fat with his baby and being the best daddy possible.

you whine at his words, only nodding. “f-fuck yes, johnny, please… ‘need your baby, want it deep inside me, p-please.” you beg, not even having any shame. thinking about johnny baby’s inside you is making you go fucking crazy.

his balls squeezed as his dick twitches at your words. he tries to hold his smirk, but it’s hard when you feel so damn good. “oh yeah… gonna give you a baby, ‘make you a mommy…”

“y-yes, please, make me a mama!” you beg, pulling at his blonde locks. “l-let me make you a daddy.”

he smiles, those are all the words that make him finally break. his head throws back as he grunts one last time, thrusting as deep as he could as his tip itches closer to your womb. he finally breaks, his dick twitching as he empties himself within you.

in a slow but delicious span of ten seconds, you feel your pussy flutter and hot semen shoot into your womb, painting your walls with white.

“oohhhh, johnny… daddy… feels ‘so good.” you whimper out, completely satisfied and fucked stupid. his hot cum just adds to how good it feels.

johnny moves his head back down, his hair a mess from your hand and his back is aching from the nail marks made by your fingers. he has a stupid loopy smile on his face as he finds solace in your now cum-filled pussy.

he leans back, letting your legs drop back to the bed as he leans down, bringing his lips to your cheek. “so good for me, baby.” he mutters before looking at you, your lips, then back at you. “thank you… ‘not just for this pussy… for you.”

you smile back, cupping his jaw as you kiss his lips. it’s a soft one, it’s full of love and softness. “and thank you for being… you… my johnny, my boyfriend…”

he shakes his head. “don’t sell yourself short, sexy… if we keep this going, my ring finger might become yours.”

“oh baby, you’re just the best, aren’t you?” you chuckle at his insinuation, ruffling his hair and kissing his lips again…

and when the pregnancy test would come back negative in the next two weeks, it didn’t deter the younger storm sibling; in fact it gave johnny even more reasons to get you naked.

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johnny boy, oh johnny boy. I love him. next johnny smut will be more asshole! johnny because as much as I love making this bastard a perverted romantic, he’s so hot when he’s an asshole! hope u enjoyed!

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 (college! tennis! madwheeler) ▄▀▄▀▄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tennis Player! Max Mayfield and Tennis Player! Mike Wheeler (el is in the middle of this)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Two years after winning the US Opens together, Max and Mike reunite. Mike is having a professional career while Max is going to college with El… and it sucks really, knowing both of them are in love with the same girl… and Mike has her first. But to hell if Max will let Michael Wheeler stop her.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: flirting? if you can call it that, max and mike hate each other but both want el, mentions of masturbation, mentions of sex, college! madwheeler, the churro scene from challengers except it’s madmileven!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is cross posted from Ao3, like how I said in my introduction, it will have better capitalization cause Ao3 is serious about that shit and I’m too lazy to rewrite it for tumblr. (the title is just this one under the mike/el/max tag). inspired by a twitter/x edit of this concept, and idk if the user wants their name attached, so full credit to them! anywayyy, enjoy!

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MICHEAL WHEELER COULD NOT KEEP HIS EYES OFF THE WALL… His brown eyes stared across the Stanford Cafeteria as he sat in the bar stool. His hands made a make-shift pocket in his shirt as his tennis shorts held no pockets. He wasn’t looking at any of the gals at the table, he was looking at a poster up on the wall; El, screaming as she won the ncaa women’s championship the year prior. He was proud of her, super proud of her. Not being there to support her however, hurt him internally. He stared absentmindedly, waiting for the redhead to come his way. Oh how he hated her… but she was his girlfriend’s friend… so why not?

The table sat with no one interesting in the Wheeler son’s eyes, it's almost like he was staring just to stare.

Standing to the left corner of his vision was of course… Max Mayfield. She leaned against the glass, although the sign on the glass that clearly states ‘NO LEANING ON GLASS’ prohibits such behavior, as she looked at him. Her blue eyes look at him, even if he doesn’t look back at her and only looks at the floor as the girls across the table make contact with him, not wanting them to think he’s staring at them. She looks at the table then back at him, knowing what he was truly staring at.

“So… how's the tour?” Her raspy yet sweet voice called out to him, breaking into the silence of that area of the cafeteria. Even she could hear her voice echoing off the walls.

Mike looks up at her, his tongue licking the bottom of his teeth. He doesn’t speak… so she speaks for him. “No fun stuff? Or are you just a loser like ever, Wheeler?”

“Like what?” He asks, a smile on his face even if internally he wished she would just keep her mouth shut. Max was cocky, arrogant, and loved getting under his skin by any means necessary.

Max shrugged, leaning back to look at the woman packing her churros into the plastic wrap as her head leans to the left, keeping eye contact with him. “You dense cunt… you seeing anybody?”

He looks at her like she just asked the dumbest question she could possibly come up with (which is a lot) and shrugs. “What do you mean? I-I’m taken, you ass, you know that!” He says, the arms on his clock slowly clicking as each second of each minute passes. “What do you think I’m doing here?!”

Max gives the lady a quick ‘thank you’ as she grabs the churros, one in each hand as the plastic folds easily in her fingers, crunching with each minor movement of her knuckles and fingers. She walks over to him, stopping midway as the hot churros burn her hands.

“You’re not here to visit me?” She coos, dropping her tone down an octave, hitting the edge of seduction. It’s a blend of seduction and playful hurt.

Mike could only tilt his head to the right, a smile plastered on his face. “As if…” He quietly says.

As Max walks over to him, his right shoe grabs the under of the bar stool next to him. In sync as she sits down next to him, he pulls the bar stool closer, the loud metal of the bar stool being grated across the tile floor is clear as Max sits down next to him, feeling Mike steal one of the churros from her hand.

She looks over at the table again, hearing Mike’s loud crunch into the churro as she mindlessly forgets about the sugary bread masterpiece and places it flat on the bar counter, leaning on the counter. “So you’re really committing to this thing?”

With a piece of churro stuffed into his mouth, Mike looks at Max before looking out the window. “To El?” He asks, knowing damn well she could mean either his relationship with El or his tennis career against her.

Max nods. “Mhm… yeah, to El.”

“Mhm, then yeah-- I mean… we’re taking this step by step… but y'know? I like her.” He says, nodding to his own words, only driving it further into Max’s guts. Both of them want El (and any success the other has at tennis) but Mike is selfish and wants both. So when does a sort of mental warfare hurt anyone? “She’s making me an honest man.” He adds, biting into his churro again. He’s such an arrogant cunt, Max isn’t sure how El puts up with him.

Max can only nod. That’s how it's going; Mike being an arrogant, cocky piece of shit as Max tries to not give into the anger. She wants this as much as Mike, but Mike feeds off of knowing what she’s doing, so why give him any inkling of what she wants?

She begins to dig into her churro as Mike looks at her, his words filling her ears like a pest. “So you don’t believe me?” He asks, the same shitty smile on his shitty face.

“No! I just…” She shrugs, cutting her churro up into pieces as she shoves one of the pieces into her mouth. “I’m not sure how she’s thinking about all this shit you’re talking about.” She adds, knowing damn well what words she and El were exchanging in between their tongues touching each other’s. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bullshit. Max would love seeing Michael Wyatt Wheeler hurt. Especially by the girl she wants but he wants just as much.

Mike can only chuckle, breathy and spacious chuckles as he watches her chew. He doesn’t know what kind of friendship El and Max has… but he sure as shit knows what kind of friendship he and El have… a friendship that involves her riding him every chance they get. “You don’t want me to get hurt… oh how thoughtful of you, Maxine, you don’t want me to get hurt!”

Max hums. Oh this piece of shit. Mike shoves the churro further up to expose more of the sugary goodness as he bites into it. “Did she say something to you?” He asks, wanting to see if she’ll spill.

“No.” Max says, almost too quickly. “I just got the impression that she's not really thinking ‘bout this as a… serious relationship?”

He nods, looking at her skeptically. “You got that impression? You’re a great bullshitter; you know that, right Mayfield?”

“I’m not bullshitting you Mike…” She sucks the sugar off her thumb as she nods. “She said it from a conversation we had.” She says, her voice clearly giving off the impression that she’s not telling the full truth… and she’s most certainly fucking with him.

“Huhhh.” Mike lets out as he nods along.

He looks at her with weary eyes, a smirk spreading across his lips as she tries to not hide her smile. A smile Mike knows is telling a lot more than just ‘I’m looking out for your wellbeing’ smile. A Max Mayfield smile never has just one meaning. He knows this better than anyone… better than El… better than Lucas…

She’s purposely fucking with him.

He shoots up, wrapping his arm around her neck tightly as he keeps up and close into her personal space, something she hates- and he knows that. “You fucking snake.” He hisses with a smile. Max smiles as he catches on.

“Honestly? I’m, for once, proud of you!” He adds, Max begins to chuckle. “I’d be doing the same thing!”

She shakes her head, pushing his face with her left hand. “I’m not doing anything, you piece of shit!” She says, pushing her fingers purposely deeper.

He’s able to push his face away to keep her in distance, his grip increasing in pressure. “It’s fine! Truly, it's fine, Maxine! It’s exciting to see you this way… it’s been what’s missing from your tennis.”

She’s able to shove him off as he finishes the last sentence, her smile dropping as her eyebrows furrow. “What?”

His lips still have that shitty little smile plastered on his face. “It’s finally exciting seeing you lit up about something.” He says, bordering the line of good teammate and good competitor. He knows she wants his girlfriend… and he doesn’t mind sharing, but oh is he not going to let her get El so easily. “Even if that something is my girlfriend.”

Max raises her eyebrows, watching as Mike finishes his churro, finally giving her some resemblance of personal space. “Oh that’s what you two are calling each other now?”

He nods, swallowing the churro into his stomach as he throws the plastic on the table. “You know this just makes it hotter for me, right?”

His fingers dart across the table as he forcefully rips the churro out of Max’s hands and into his hands. Max curses at him as he takes it. “You’re sitting here… yearning for her… probably rubbing your shit to my girlfriend.”

Her eyebrows shoot up again, eyes widening as she shakes her head, but the smile never gets removed off her face. “I would never do anything to get in between your precious relationship with your girlfriend…” She says, slapping his cheek at the same time, brushing the sugar off his face.

“I know! I know that, Maxie! That’s simply not your style.” He says, biting into the churro she barely ate, smiling at the scowl on her face as he eats her churro she paid for like a fatass. “You’re playing percentage tennis; waiting for me to fuck up…”

He looks at her, uncomfortable silence falling over them as he shoves the churro in her face. It’s already bitten into… but fuck if she was going to waste her precious dollars to feed Mike Wheeler’s appetite.

With pristine and precise eye contact, she bites into the churro, her blue eyes staring into his brown with no other movements as she bites off the piece, the crunch being the only sound between them.

Mike smiles, shoving the entire last piece into his mouth. “C’mon.” He says, his mouth stuffed. “Walk me over there.”

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okayyy, back to toxically monoshipping lumax because writing a different love interest for Max who isn’t Lucas feels fucking weird.

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chat, I’m cooking! trust! 🙏🙏🙏

chat, so sorry for not updating! so sorry for the 15 day break (even though I said I was gonna finish scottjean) I’m a very on and off writer but I’m close to finishing a bunch of these! so coming soon!

the fisherman! max mayfield one is done, johnny storm is close to done, and jeanscott is finished! (I forget things easily and I fear the allegations of mischaracterizing my fav’s)

also might be adding celebrities, might not. 🫣 so if ur interested in any of these… possibly stay tuned? 🫵

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thinking about finishing and posting my college! scottjean headcanons and silly little fan cast but the marvel (and x-men) fandom scares the shit outta me

especially scared about posting my scott and jean fan casts because people take fan casts a lil too serious (one of them is the most basic fan cast and the other is a rare one)

oh dear god help me.

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❝ PAINTER! rafe using MODEL! reader as a muse for his piece then much more just than a muse afterwards~ ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄

when you were told rafe cameron turned into a painter post-outer banks… you were shocked.

you didn’t expect the angry, impatient, violent drug dealer rafe cameron to turn into such man with a soft and patient occupation, however rafe being rafe, he made it seem believable.

he got away from his father, gotten away from the toxic environment that had become outerbanks and slowly began to work on himself. getting clean, apologizing and showing change to those his previous actions affected and going to regular therapy.

he was still a little messed up with a few screws loosened up in his mind, but it was no where like beforehand.

and when you got approached by rafe to be a muse for his piece? how could you say no?

you were a model, being in a couple of magazines and advertisements, making a name for yourself in the modeling industry. you had modeled for lingerie companies, a few clothing brands, and perfume companies.

going into the cameron’s son apartment, it was clean but it was messy, a chaotic messiness that was more clean than his room back home in the outerbanks. he had a separate room for all his canvases and paints and unfinished projects and submissions for museums. looking around in the living room with large windows peering out at the city from a higher up floor, you could see where he’d want you to lay.

he had gotten his pencils ready, his paints were slathered on the artist palette and a large canvas sat on the easel. it was a nude portrait.

you were the body inspiration but not the face inspiration.

you looked at him with no shirt and no pants, simply panties and a bra. putting your thumbs in your panties, you slid them off in front of him, his eyes busy on getting his paints organized (and not needing a boner to distract him)

you throw your panties to the arm of the couch, he wanted them in the photo as well as your fingers reach behind your back, unclipping the bra and letting your breasts spill out, your pert nipples hardening due to the air in the apartment. you put the bra directly over the panties.

you looked like a goddess in the flesh to rafe… but that was for later to discuss.

you ran a hand through your hair as you had look at the couch then back at him. “you’re the artist, cameron, you’re in control here.” you say with a smile, tilting your head. “where do you want me to lay?”

rafe nods, pointing to the couch. "over on the— the bed… on the couch." he says, trying to not stumble over his words. “lay on the couch.”

rafe cameron was stumbling over his words. oh how five years could change.

you move to the couch, laying on the couch as your head hits the pillows that he had set up. you put your left arm over your head, your fingers going near your head as some of your longer strands of hair push itself into the space between your fingers. your right arm sat on the couch, bent slightly at the elbow with a smile on your face.

rafe smiles, grabbing a pencil and beginning to sketch out the overall shape. “keep your eyes on me.” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “keep still.”

his confidence is slowly improving as he stares at you, his mind telling himself (and his thick cock) to calm itself and wait until after this was all over.

the painting took over two hours, with your body keeping its position over the two hours with minimal adjustments and movements. you talked to rafe, who only answered in short sentences, not wanting to get distracted.

your voice was too sexy for your own good. the man had a lot of low compliments that you caught onto.

he had finished the last part of shading, carefully filling in the darker edges of your hair with a tilted look with a thin end brush and brown paint. rafe was looking at the beauty of the portrait and looks at your body to a scary perfection. he signs the paper with his signature, naming the portrait and putting the brush down onto the palette.

“i’m done.” he says simply, his tone unamused as he leans back from the easel, looking at the portrait as he takes off the gloves he was wearing.

you smile, stretching a little as you’re able to finally move again. standing up and groaning under your breath (which rafe heard and bit his lip at) you walked over to rafe, standing behind him to look at the portrait sitting on the easel.

your eyes look at the portrait… and it’s fucking perfect. it’s so perfect. “oh if I be damned, rafe…” you begin, your fingers pressing into his shoulder. “it’s fucking beautiful.” you say, keeping your eyes on the portrait. it’s scary but honestly adorable how perfect and how realistic it is to your real body.

rafe smiles to himself, feeling an odd sense of peace and joy knowing you love the painting, knowing he’s able to draw nude. he acted like he knew everything, but was always scared of doing it the first time.

but why not fake it till he made it? and he certainly made it with this one.

“you did fucking incredible.” you say with a sense of admiration. every curve was accurate to your actual curves, every hair strand, every knuckle and every finger and toe was perfect. his hands were able to capture everything about you, and it was scarily romantic. “I’m not exaggerating, rafey, it’s perfect.”

rafey. that’s new. it’s adorable in his mind.

he nods at your approval, rubbing his knees as he looks at the painting then back up at you. “well I’m glad you like it princess.”

a comfortable silence fell in between the two of you; a soft, intimate silence between the two of you as your eyes and mind soaks in the beauty of rafe’s ink, of how accurate the drawing truly was. rafe meanwhile, was trying to keep his dick from showing how hard he was. he’s never had this issue with other models before; and he needed a fucking way of getting this shit out of him before you left.

"how do you want me to repay you? I have the cash." you begin, looking at him.

rafe looks at you, crossing his arms. “I told you before baby, you don’t need to pay me.”

“no.” you shake your head, almost as if he said something horrific. “you deserve it. you did a fucking amazing job, you deserve some sort of payment from me.”

rafe smiles, as if you read his mind… or just looked at his thick hard on in his sweatpants. “I mean… there’s certainly a way you could repay me…”

repaying him you were certainly doing.

repaying rafe cameron meant letting him choose whatever he wanted… and he needed a way to get his dick to finally calm itself. so here you were, on your knees with your back arches, face in the pillows as you let him plow your asshole.

did you like anal? not too much. did rafe make it good? hell yeah!

rafe groaned above you, both of his paint covered hands gripping your asscheeks as his dick thrusted in and out of your hole, your ass jiggling against his hips as he brought you and him closer and closer to the edge, knocking on the door of your orgasm.

“p-please! rafe! gonna finish! o-oh fuckkkk.” you moan into the pillow, your hands reaching up and gripping the headboard for support.

suddenly, a chunk of your hair was in rafe’s palm and your head was yanked up. your eyes looked at his, sweat beating down his face as your eyes look into his. “you ain’t finishing ‘till I tell you to, slut.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed.

you nod, not wanting to disobey him. “o-okay… y-yes, sir…!” you mutter out, feeling a sense of the old rafe coming back, only during sex. it felt so fucking good.

he smiled at your obedience. “you’re one obedient girl, ain’t you?” he asks, lifting a hand and slapping your ass, watching his hand imprint on your skin.

you nod, moaning as you arch your back, it feels so good and you need to finish. “y-yes. your good girl… your obedient girl.”

he continues his ministrations, gripping your hips and getting increasingly faster with his face, your walls far stretched out and the burning sensation that once was is gone in favor of something more delicious.

rafe lowers down, chest pressing against your back as he continues, his balls growing heavier as he gets closer. “you’re close, ain’t you?” he asks, forcing you to look at him with a firm hand on the chin.

you nod. “yes— yes oh god yes, rafe, ‘m so close… so fuckin’ close.” you moan out, your eyes half lidded.

“no need to be so explicit, doll, ‘m gonna make you cum, no need to worry that pretty little head.” he says, snaking his left hand down as his right holds your head, basically keeping you caged in as his cock hits deeper. with a hand on your clit, he rubs fast and tight circles on your clit, licking the inside of your ear.

you moan louder, back arching as you cry out his name. you’re unable to move out of his grasp… but you’re not sure if you want to move or not. “rafe, rafe, rafeeee!”

“cum for me.” he says in your ear, his tone low. “cum for me and I’ll cum for you.”

in an instant, your orgasm comes rushing through you like a god damn wave. your vision whites out as the only thing matters is rafe. your nails dig into the wood carved headboard, back arching as your legs shake, he makes you cum so hard with his cock deep inside your asshole and his hand rubbing your pussy.

as you cum, he does too, and you can feel it. in another instant, you feel inner walls being heated up as he cums deep inside you. his hot cum painting your walls white as he kisses the inner of your ear.

“good girl… good girl…”

in his eyes, you weren’t just a perfect girl for him to fuck, you were a perfect girl in general, a perfect model to use for his paintings; his desired muse, a girl his former self could never take care of the same way the new version of himself could, a girl he wants to cherish and never break or fracture…

the way leonardo davinci had his mona lisa, rafe had you.

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❝ BOY NEXT DOOR! rafe who can’t stop stealing neighbor! reader’s panties… ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄

boy next door! rafe always knew he was a little messed up.

it was an odd sense of self awareness that made you question how he could live with himself.

he understands that staring at you through the blinds is bad. he understands breaking into your house whenever you aren’t home to look around is a federal crime. he understands trying to touch you at every opportunity— be it, touching your lower back when he talks to you when you grab the mail or putting his hands on your hips when he’s teaching you golf is a lot more than just “helping a friend” out…

rafe understands what he does is bad and borders on creepy… but he simply couldn’t care.

he doesn’t care that you tell him to stop looking at you like you were his next fuck, he couldn’t care that he’s seen you catching him peering at you through his blinds, he couldn’t care if he wasn’t slick at all with his words and his flirtatious comments… he simply couldn’t give less of a fuck.

the moment you left in your car to hang out with your friends, rafe took the opportunity to do whatever he wanted.

the house is vacant the moment he goes in it, sneaking in the house using a paper clip to pick the lock of the backdoor and shutting it behind him.

he looked around the house, it was clean but not too clean. it had a sense of you, your family, the love you shared within the family. portraits hung up on the hallway walls and up the stairs of your family, you and your sibling when you guys were much younger, family trips, other family members.

rafe smiled to himself looking throughout the house, but truly, he was there for one thing and one thing only.

he climbed the banister, each step on the staircase echoing throughout the house as he took his time, knowing you won’t be home for a while. he walked on the upstairs floor of your house; one bathroom, a laundry room, and a bedroom… your bedroom.

he could feel his pants tighten the moment he stepped into your room. it felt like you. it smelt like you. it was the visual embodiment of what you were and how you acted and what you liked.

the wires in his brain linked together and he began walking over to the drawer that held your socks, underwear, panties, bra’s, and clothes that were out of season but you wanted to re-wear.

he opened one drawer; socks, he frowned before closing it.

he opened another drawer; underwear, he smiled but it wasn’t exactly what he wanted.

he opened another one; your panties. what he wanted.

“there’s my girls…” his voice whispers, as if you were in the house.

his hands kept open as he stared at the collection of your panties. some were lacy, others were solid with bows on them, some were silky and shiny. they were all different colors, and it was clear some were already taken out and worn. his fingers reached in, letting out a quiet moan as his fingers came in contact with a pair of black lacy panties.

he pulled them out, looking at them. they were clean and so delicious. he slipped the pair into his pocket before digging back in, grabbing two more pairs; another lacy pair then a silky pair.

he rearranged them, to make sure you had no idea that some of them were stolen; but he knew you’d know if he stole some, you weren’t dumb, he loved that about you.

closing the drawer, he looks around. your bed isn’t put together but it’s not dirty, there’s only a few imperfections. he walked over to your hamper, filled with worn clothes that you’d take out at the end of the week.

his hand reached in, grabbing the pair of panties that sat sandwiched between one of your bra’s and shirts.

he brought them close to his face, holding them in his right hand as his left hand slowly moved down his chest, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his half-hard cock out… just the sight of your panties made him hard.

his eyes examined the pair, he noticed something about them: they were dirty, like they were used— and ripped, someone ripped them off you. someone else had a chance with you.

rafe hated the idea of someone else having you.

his eyebrows furrowed as his hand begins to stroke himself, already setting a fast pace as his balls clenched. he was already wound up by the sight of your panties, and now he’s found a pair of used panties.

“look at you.” he grunted to himself, squeezing his cock with his hand as he brought himself closer to the edge, bringing the panties to his nose and getting a good whif of them: smelled like you… but it had a hint of cologne to them too. “slutting yourself out to another man.” he growled, biting onto the waistband of the panties.

he leaned his head back, thinking about you. he thought about your hips, the way your breasts sat on the bra you wore whenever you mowed the lawn, the way your sunglasses perched on your nose and he could see your gorgeous eyes, the way your hair bounced… you were fucking perfect.

“god baby— don’t know what you do to me…”

he brought the panties down to his cock, putting the center of the panties against his tip as he looked down, tapping his foot as he brings himself over the edge.

his seed spills into your panties, the white decorating the black lacy material, some of his seed seeping through the material and landing on the carpet floor. heavily breathing, he caught his breath as his cock went flaccid. he moved the soaked panties off his tip, a line of sperm still connecting them together but he puts the panties back in your hamper and puts himself back in his pants.

backing up with three pair of your panties in his pocket, he closes your door and steps down the banister, walking out the house and going back to the cameron house just across the lawn.

when you came back home a few hours later, you could smell his cologne. you looked around, trying to find the cause of the scent, and it wasn’t until you found the sticky aftermath of your panties that you knew who did it and what exactly rafe did.

and yet, you couldn’t seem to mind… because rafe doesn’t care if you know what he does…

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𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓’𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 (matt murdock x f! reader) ▄▀▄

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt always seemingly had good taste; good taste in music, good taste in food, somewhat good taste in women… and he knows exactly how good you taste

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 16+ CONTENT, oral sex! pussy eating, matt being a munch, cum eating, hair pulling, cocky! matt, lowercase! intended

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: matthew murdock, u will forever be my sex fantasy. i know this man eats pussy like it’s his last meal. I write matt the way I see him, so enjoy!

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matt murdock was a man that seemingly always had good taste. he had good taste in music, good taste in the suits that he wore, and good taste in entertainment. he always thought he had good taste in women too… but every single relationship failed— up until with you, but the women were hot, so technically he had good taste in women.

it didn’t help that taste was one of the senses enhanced after his eyesight was deteriorated by the acid when he was a kid.

he learned how to not metaphorically get good taste in things, he also learned physically how to taste good. how to choose the good flavors of wine and good sauces without being able to see anything.

but there was always a taste he enjoyed the most.

you. in matt’s head, you are forever the greatest thing he’s ever got to taste… and it will never change.

he got good at knowing what you tasted like, what your skin felt like against his lips, what your lips tasted like after meals, what your chapstick or lip gloss you painted your lips with, what your cum tasted like.

he loves how you taste, and he’d never get bored of how you taste… especially when you make those pretty noises and wrap your thighs around his head everytime he gets a taste of your pussy at night.

“ohhhh, matty…” your voice lingered in the bedroom, the moonlight shining on you as the only light source in the room.

your thighs sat on each of his shoulders, his scruff scratching against your skin as his tongue flicked up and down, sliding so easily into your folds.

your heels rubbed against his shoulder blades as his back muscles shined beautifully in the moonlight. his hands rubbed up and down your thighs, feeling them close in on his head as he continues to eat you.

the way he moved his jaw is intoxicating.

groaning against your folds, the sound vibrating through you. his hands move to your hips, holding them as he devours you like a man who’s been starving for the past year. he’s relentless with his tongue.

his gaze peers up at you as his mouth sucks on your bud, knowing there’s no actual sight within his brown eyes but it still made you flustered. (as if him eating your pussy wasn’t already) “taste so good angel… ‘can’t get enough of this delicious fucking pussy…”

head leaning back into the pillows, your right hand goes into his brown hair, yanking on it as he sucks hard on your clitoris. “oh fuck! matt!”

he circled your clit with his tongue, sucking up all your wetness with glee as he felt your fingers tug at his hair. he can taste you. you’re getting close. he can hear your heartbeat, it’s increasing and he’s ate you out so many times he can tell how fast your heartbeats go when you’re close to your orgasm.

“you like that, sweetheart?” he asks roughly, using his right thumb to spread your folds out, swiping his tongue up and down your inner lips. “like how my tongue makes you feel?”

you nod with intense enthusiasm, your back arching off the bed as you moan louder. “oh yeah! fuck! love it— love it so fucking much, matt!” you moan, not meaning to get so loud but of course the bastard has to suck on your bundle of nerves again.

he chuckles at your enthusiastic answer, continuing to suck you dry. you keep on getting wet, so you’re never truly dry in his grasp. he can hear how close you are, your heart palpitating in his ears.

he moves a finger up and down to tease your puffy clit, his finger rubbing across the sensitive nub, licking over it as he gets a taste of your wetness. fucking delicious, as expected.

you whine as his mouth moves again, speeding up their ministrations as his tongue padded against you in a quicker motion, clearly knowing you’re close to orgasming. “matt! matt! ohhhh, ‘m close! please!” you whine out loud, tears beginning to prick from your eyes as he sucks and licks you quicker.

he grins at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to eat your pussy so easily, his tongue moving at a practiced, calculated pace. his voice low and rough with desire. “please what honey? use your words sweetie…”

he purposely pushes his chin in further, rubbing his scruff all over your folds as he sucks harder, cheeks hallowing slightly as he brings you to the metaphorical edge of an orgasm.

you cry out as he sucks harder, the feeling of both his scruff tickling you in all the right ways and the way he flicks his tongue back and fourth with your clitoris in his mouth is just something straight from heaven. “matt! please! p-please! matt, let me cum! l-let me cum!”

he approves of your begging; “go on sweetheart.” he says. he can sense your heart beating so fucking fast now, tasting you so good. “cum for me, give me all your cum, c’mon good girl, let me taste you.” he groans against your flesh, shutting up the moment your hand pushes him deeper as you go over the edge.

his words (and his tongue) cause you to go over the edge, your fingers tightening in his hair hard and in the sheets as your back arches, your eyes rolling back into her skull as a moan rips through your throat, crying out his name as your orgasm hits.

matt becomes relentless through your orgasm. it’s so good that you couldn’t hear him as you yank his hair, tightening your thighs around his head as your heels dig into his shoulder blade.

“there you go, good girl… cumming all over my tongue… let me taste you…”

his words are a mix of praise and the desire to taste you, and the moment your cum comes in contact with his tongue, he’s slurping every bit of it possible. his tongue curls as he collects your cum on his tongue.

with a smirk, he swallows it all, using his right pointer and middle fingers to decorate his fingers and eating more of your cum. “fuck sweetie… tasting so damn good… holy fuck…” he mumbled, like he’s in a heaven he doesn’t want to leave.

your eyes finally roll forward, letting you look at matt as he gets every possible chance to eat your cum. you know just how good he likes the taste of you, swallowing a breath.

“taste good, handsome?” you ask him in a broken, raw tone, knowing the answer.

matt grins, his lips and scruff glistening with your semen and your wetness as his brown eyes look at you. “baby, you don’t even know how good you taste to me…” he says, and in the dirtiness, you know the truth to it; his enhanced taste makes it ten times better.

swallowing one last bit of the sticky substance, your cum lingers in the back of his throat as your thighs unlatch from his head. he crawls up to you, his forearms flexing as both hands go to the pillow you’re laying your head on, his blind gaze looking down at you.

“c’mere baby, didn’t say I was done with you…” he says, left hand cupping your cheek as he leans in to kiss you.

you smile as he leans in to kiss you. “wouldn’t want you to be…”

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❝ BOY NEXT DOOR! rafe is a prick. you hated him, but he certainly loved you. ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄

boy next door! rafe becomes infatuated with you once your family moves in next to the cameron household. rafe is the “bad son” of ward, and you kept your distance from him.

you were just trying to get through university with your new friends and learn your way around the new town you live in. your parents traveled a lot for their work, and your sibling was away for their own work; so you kept the house clean and did whatever you wanted whenever your parents decided to leave the house. (which was practically every other month)

rafe watched you for weeks, and weeks turned into months with his eyes watching how your parents leave for weeks then return to only do it over and over again. ward and rose became buddy-buddy with your own parents; rose inviting your mother to fancy dinners, gifting them rose’s homemade bread during thanksgiving and fresh fruit and vegetables during christmas, and ward invited your father to golf outings.

bottom line is; you began to detest rafe, and rafe began to get obsessed with you.

when he got the chance, he teased you and he made your live a little more annoying. he always “checked” up on you (more like annoying you whenever you checked the mail or took out the trash or mowed the lawn) and made sure to be the best person he could— even though you knew damn well behind the smiles and “sir” and “ma’am’s” was a prick who teased you and wasn’t shy about how he felt about you, you’d sometimes see his eyes peeking on you through his blinds when you’d undress… he wasn’t slick and he knew you knew that.

would it be bad to say you were slowly warming up to him? maybe. you didn’t know when it began, but your feelings slowly began to change about the cameron boy…

but to hell if you were going to admit it to rafe.

your mother and father were going to vegas for their wedding anniversary, and rafe being rafe, he started to ask your parents if he could “help” them with their lawn as they’re gone.

“I think your daughter could handle it! but sometimes you need a little help, Y’know?” you’d hear that sentence every single time rafe caught your father on the porch.

your father and mother thought about it, and after a week of silent deliberation; they hired rafe, to help take care of the lawn and plants during the three week anniversary trip.

the first week wasn’t that bad. you went to school, hanging out with friends and doing things around the house like refilling your pet’s food bowls and folding laundry when a fresh batch finished. you kept the inner house clean, pilling up the mail for your mother and father to go through when they get home, and you kept the house locked up at night.

rafe meanwhile kept checking on you, cleaning the lawn every fucking day and doing shit your father said he’d do months ago. you didn’t know if he was trying to impress you, himself, or your parents.

sometimes you’d invite him in, mainly because he sat on your porch swing until you answered the door, or because you felt bad for the prick, but he kept his distance (even if you could feel his hand sliding down your back, or his gaze becoming a lot more than just a friendly gaze)

when your panties began to disappear from your drawer, you had an idea in your mind on who did it but you never confronted him.

when you’d see his eyes peering to your ass while you finished putting the dishes away from your dishwasher after the dinner rafe made for you two, you never let him know.

sometimes when he peered through his blinds at night, and you kept your curtain opened a little on accident, he stroked his thick dick watching you rub your little cunt to a shitty porn video on your laptop. you could always sense another pair of eyes on you from afar, but never thought too much about it.

you didn’t hear him one night. you didn’t hear him coming through the back door downstairs, but you certainly began to smell his shitty cologne that probably costed more than it needed to.

he walked in on you, right as you got to the best part of the porn scene you were watching on your laptop you used for school… and he couldn’t help but be a good neighbor and help out.

here he was, with your back against his chest, his baseball tee brushing against your back as three of his thick fingers pumped in and out of you, licking the inner parts of your ear as he forced you to continue to watch the video you were watching.

“feel good, baby?” his hot breath brushed against your ear, making you shiver as his middle, ring, and pointer fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb touching your vulva.

you nod, soft moans leaving your mouth. “f-fuck… ‘yea… so good.” you moan. you couldn’t help yourself, really, giving into the cameron son.

he smiles like the bastard he is, watching the video with you, watching as the guy fucks the girl in doggy, her ass jiggling with each thrust of the guy’s hips. the wet sounds were absolutely amazing, mixing in with your and rafe’s own sounds from his fingers and your sobbing pussy.

“r-rafe… rafe… oh god.” you whine, grinding against his thick fingers. you hated how you easily came apart for him. you really did.

he’s making you so much closer than your own fingers ever did.

he curled his fingers deliciously, rubbing against your walls with his fingertips as he brought you closer to the edge. “yeah? you close? you wanna cum all over my fingers like a good slut?”

again, you can only nod with intense enthusiasm. “yes, yes, yes… gonna cum! gonna cum all over ‘our fingers…!” your words slur, drool dropping on your chin.

rafe goes faster, his hand moving at a fast pace to the point he thinks his hand is going to fracture and he’s going to have to take you to the hospital with broken fingers in you.

he’s so quick, curling his fingers fucking perfectly. he makes you hit your orgasm right when the girl in the video hits her own orgasm.

“there you go… good girl… cum all over me like a little whore…” he coo’s directly in your ear, and it’s so fucking patronizing, like he knows he finally got what he wanted after months of waiting.

your eyes roll back, your vision turning complete white as the wet sounds of your pussy, the video, and rafe’s whispers hit your ear all at once. it’s overwhelming in the best ways possible. “rafe! rafe… rafe… oh god…”

grinding against his fingers to ride out your orgasm, you slump against the bed, weak and so high on cloud nine it’s delicious.

your cum decorates rafe’s fingers as rafe closes the laptop with his right hand, putting it on the bedside table next to your bed.

his fingers grab your chin and presses a soft kiss to your lips, you instantly kiss back as your hand reaches up to hold the back of his head.

rafe finally pulls out his fingers, your walls clenching around his fingers, almost to keep them within your pussy. “seems like your pussy doesn’t want me to leave…” he says with a smirk on his face as he brings his fingers up to his mouth.

the moment your cum hits his tongue, his eyes are rolling back, and you can only moan at the sight. “delicious.” he says lowly.

he rolls you onto your back and begins to undress the both of you, finally living out his wet dreams after months of peering through blinds and imagining.

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@murdock-slvt 2025!

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𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 (stranger things)

✦ BAE AT SEA (fisherman! max + nba! lucas thoughts!) — 16+ — coming soon!

✦ YOU LOOK HOT TRYING TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND (college! tennis! madwheeler)

✦ TOXICITY IS LOVE (toxic! max x nice! reader thoughts) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 (fantastic 4: first steps)

✦ DADDY JOHNNY (x female reader) — 16+

✦ HELP A GOOD FRIEND (x female reader) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 (outer banks)

✦ BOY NEXT DOOR (x female reader) — 16+

✦ PANTIE STEALER (x female reader) — 16+ 

✦ PERFECT MUSE (painter! rafe) — 16+

✦ BLOW SMOKE (dealer! rafe) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊 (outer banks)

✦ ADDICTED (ex! jj maybank) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐊 (daredevil, marvel comics)

✦ AN EXPLICIT EXAMPLE OF MATT’S ENHANCED TASTE (x female! reader) — 16+

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 (the last of us)

✦ A SIMPLE SUMMER FLING (camp counselor! ellie x counselor! female reader) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 (fear street: 1978)

✦ TIP THE BOAT (x sunnyvale! male! reader) — 16+ — coming soon!

✦ DESERT BEFORE DINNER (x sunnyvale! male! reader) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐗 (max mayfield x lucas sinclair, stranger things)

✦ BAE AT SEA (fisherman! max + nba! lucas thoughts) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 (jean grey x scott summers)

✦ SAY YOU LOVE ME (college! jeanscott thoughts) — 16+ — coming soon!

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 (stranger things)

✦ YOU LOOK HOT TRYING TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND (college! tennis! madwheeler)

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a lot of them don’t have links yet because this is simply a page of characters I’m writing for rn, not an end all list, I just forget a lot of shit easily, so this is a list so I don’t forget :) and things u can look forward to!

some of them are shorter stories then other are longer ones, it’s all depending, but all characters are written with love and care :)

I might add actresses and actors, but idk yet! may be sticking to fictional characters for the start! more characters will be added! just writing for these guys for right now

hope u enjoy whatever u chose to indulge in!!

@murdock-slvt 2025!

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✦ BRIA: she/her! spider-man and daredevil lover! matt murdock’s secret wife, rafe cameron’s whore! lumax/timebomb enthusiast! sadie sink’s number one defender! johnny storm’s number one slut!

✦ WRITING: readers (both male and female) x characters, ships (mainly lumax) writing in mainly lowercase unless it’s cross-posted!!!

✦ REQUESTS: open! (limited though) send in any request, preferably one of the characters in my master-list but I’m open to anyone! closed for longer fics but open for blurbs!!

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✦ LINKS! ✦

✦ MAIN MASTERLIST!

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✦ celebrity crushes: drew starkey, joão felix, sadie sink, kit connor, nicholas galitzine, paul walker, sabrina carpenter, jude bellingham

✦ fictional crushes: MATT MURDOCK!!! comic peter parker, max mayfield, rafe cameron, steve harrington, guts, logan howlett, mickey 17/18, JOHNNY. STORM.

✦ 16+ CONTENT will be on this page, so do not interact if u don’t want to or at least proceed with caution!

please don’t plagiarize or copy my shit! all original works on this page is mine! all things that I write is entertainment only, don’t do the illegal (or legal) shit I write about! hope u enjoy whatever I post on here!

✦ comments and reblogs are always appreciated on every post! ✦

@murdock-slvt 2025!