Max ★

Max :) 18+ only. MDNI, if you do you will be blocked. age not in bio = blocked. thank you.

[indinvitydsire]

Hey, I'm Max. I barely ever post but I'm always active if you need to talk. Requests are open unless I specify that they aren't.

I will make a post on what I write and do not write. (One day). But other than that feel free to ask me anything you'd like.

I mainly write for MCU, GOT, LOTR and CoD, but I can look into others if you wanna req. anything else.

thank you for your time :3

[indinvitydsire]

I think I might work on sum new.... It might be angsty..

[indinvitydsire]

hiii, this is my attempt at writing something other than smut. I wrote this based on the song Brutus by The Buttress. Enjoy !

The air is thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and deceit. Torches flicker against the cold marble of the Senate chamber, casting jagged shadows across the faces of men who call themselves allies. The weight of history presses down upon you like a vice. Tonight, the world will remember your name.

The murmurs die as you step forward, each footfall echoing through the chamber like a drumbeat of inevitability. The dagger at your hip is cold, but your blood burns with the fire of conviction. "Et tu, Brute?" The words are not spoken yet, but they hang in the air, unspoken prophecies waiting to be fulfilled.

Your pulse thrums in time with the song of fate—low, brooding, relentless. The walls close in, the faces blur, but the goal remains clear. Betrayal is a heavy burden, but honor demands it. The Republic will not fall to a king.

This is not just politics. This is history being carved into flesh and stone.

The scent of iron lingers in the air, thick and suffocating. Your fingers tighten around the hilt of the dagger, slick with sweat, anticipation coiling in your gut like a serpent ready to strike. The Senate chamber is deathly still, a fragile moment of silence before the storm breaks.

Across from you, Caesar stands tall, draped in crimson, a lion unaware it has walked into the hunter’s trap. His eyes sweep the gathered men—senators, conspirators, ghosts of their former selves. He does not know. Not yet.

Then, the first blade flashes.

A sharp gasp, the tearing of fabric, the first spatter of blood on pristine marble. The lion stirs, wounded but not yet fallen. He turns, disbelief painting his features, looking to the faces of those he once called allies.

Another strike.

Then another.

A frenzy now, the chamber erupting into chaos, the daggers descending like vengeful gods. The scent of blood is overwhelming. The great Caesar staggers, hands clutching at open wounds, his breath shallow, yet his fire still burns.

Then his gaze finds you.

You falter.

There is no accusation in his eyes, only something far worse—recognition. A silent question that sears itself into your soul. You, too, Brutus?

Your heart pounds like a war drum. The dagger in your grip feels impossibly heavy. This was the plan, wasn’t it? To end tyranny, to save the Republic? Yet as you raise your blade, the weight of his gaze roots you to the floor.

The room is spinning, but time slows. The voices around you become distant, hollow echoes.

You can still turn back.

Or you can carve your name into history with this final strike.

Your grip tightens. The moment stretches, suspended between fate and fear, but you have already made your choice.

With a snarl, you drive the dagger forward, steel meeting flesh, cutting through history itself. Caesar shudders, his breath a wet gasp as his body betrays him at last. His knees buckle, and he collapses, crimson pooling at his feet, seeping into the cracks of the marble like ink writing the final words of an empire.

The Senate chamber is silent now. The great dictator lies slain, and for a moment, no one moves. The conspirators, your so-called allies, step back, their faces painted with triumph—and unease. They expected a savior. They did not expect you.

You straighten, the dagger still dripping in your grasp, and lift your gaze to the men around you. Some cannot meet your eyes. Others stare in horror, realizing too late that in striking down a king, they have birthed another.

The Republic will not return. It was never meant to.

You step forward, and they step back. Already, they know. The throne Caesar sought to claim is yours for the taking. The people will weep for their fallen leader, but in time, they will look to another. They will need a ruler—someone to guide them through the storm that follows.

Brutus the traitor? No.

Brutus the savior? No.

Brutus the king.

"Rex."

The name tastes like prophecy on your tongue.

Outside, the city stirs. The streets are restless. News of Caesar’s death will spread like wildfire. The people will cry for justice. They will demand a ruler.

You will answer.

Blood still warm on your hands, you turn to the Senate with fire in your eyes and steel in your voice.

"Rome is mine."

[discountlittlebro]

I want you all to know you can info dump AND cum dump in me

I’m not just a slut, I’m a slut that cares <3

[wingscription]

southern boys…southern boys save me.

[indinvitydsire]

TELL ME WHY BEING CALLED DARLIN IS SO HOTT

"c'mon, darlin', take it... Know you can..."

"atta girl... Takin' my fucking cock.."

"sweetheart, you're so tight.. fuckin' squeezing me"

"tha's it, milk my fucking cock..."

SOUTHERN MEN ARE HOT, LEMME SUCK THAT COWBOY COCK REAL QUICK

[indinvitydsire]

God, imagine being fucked so fucking stupid that they have you fucking humiliating yourself.

CW: humiliation kink, just basically me being a nasty horny fuck, I'm actually a horrid person, I hate myself, like yes, humiliate me, make me hate myself, but you enjoy it, make me please you GOD IM NASTY

Anyways, they're pounding into you. "Fuckk... Baby, baby I need you to do something f'me, okay?.. it'd make me so proud of you... Baby, I need you to moan for me.. yeah, yeah fucking moan, scream f'me.."

And you do, you moan because they're ruining your fucking brain. You want so desperately to please them, your fucked out brain wants to make them proud.

"yeah? That's right, puppy... Fuck, say youre mine... Say you'll never talk to another guy.."

[indinvitydsire]

he's holding you tightly, slamming his cock right into your cervix. You gasp and shudder as you squeeze his cock, he grunts and continues to rut into your drooling cunt.

"You're so fuckin' pretty.." Ghost says, gripping your throat. He watches as your eyes roll back into your head and all that leaves your mouth are pitiful whimpers and wanton moans.

He wipes away your tears. "Gonna fill ya'... Gonna keep pumpin' you full... I can go all fuckin' night, baby..."

Your moans get louder, echoing throughout the room; hell, probably even the house. He's fucking you like a dog in a rut. He's pounding you relentlessly and absolutely ruining your poor little cunt.

"tha's a good gal.. fuck, squeezing me so tight.." he grunts, his thrusts getting sloppy. His calloused hand reaches down to rub your little clit. "Cum f'me, baby.."

You feel that little band tightening, before it snaps. Your vision goes blurry, your legs shake, your eyes roll back and go cross, you scream his name, your hands grip the sheets; long story short, your orgasm was the fucking best of all time.

His climax follows shortly after, you feel his warm seed coating your womb.

BRITISH MEN ✨😝

[whinypupboy]

I love when he’s overstimming me and my thighs want to close, and my hips squirm away but he firmly keeps my legs apart so he can just keep rubbing at my sore tdick, and get some more noise out of me

[indinvitydsire]

But like, imagine he's holding you down, eating and sucking on it like it's his last meal. He's making a fucking mess, his spit and your cum mixing together; and he's lapping it up. He's tonguing at you, biting, licking, sucking. He's just fucking destroying you, turning your fucking brain into mush. Your hips are bucking up, grinding down onto his face.

GOD I LOVE PUSSY

[indinvitydsire]

Imagine soap coming back from a mission, plopping onto you and just kissing and biting at your neck.

"Take em off, Bonnie.." he whines, pawing at your shirt and bra. You take them off, he practically fucking drools at you.

"..'s so pretty.. fuckin' gorgeous, Bonnie..."

AHH GIVE ME HIM GIMME GIMME GIMME

[indinvitydsire]

I NEED a lesbian sex scene in your art work style, preferably 2nd point of view but other than that, do what you want with the rest, just two lesbians going at it hard is my main ask

"If I see you again on my property, I'm beating your ass, hard" anyways, sesbian lex it is.

She's officially a mess beneath you, a fucking mess. You've been making out for around 15 minutes, groping and grabbing at each other. Your hands move from under her shirt to her pants, you slowly unbutton them. She whines.

"aww, what is it, pretty girl?" You ask, stopping your wandering hands.

"Touch me.." she asks

"where, baby? Use your words"

She whines, guiding your hand to her inner thighs. "There.. touch me there..."

You smile, rubbing her through her underwear. "God, you're so fucking wet.. fucking horny little mess, huh? Stupid fucking slut, but you're MY stupid little slut, right?" You coo, gently slapping her face. She moans. "You gonna fucking answer me? I asked you a fucking question, whore."

"yes!.. 'm your slut.. jus' fuckin' use me.."

"good fucking girl." You say, inserting your fingers into her. "God, you're fucking tight.. fuck. Gotta scissor you to work you open... 'm gonna have to make you cum a couple times, sweet girl.."

You slowly start to work her open, hitting her sweet spot over and over again. Her eyes are rolled back, her legs are fucking shaking, her hands gripping the soft sheets beneath her; you'd just washed those sheets, too.

Soon, you've made her cum three times. She's overstimulated and whiney. That's the best way to have her, you get up. Moving you guys so she's straddling your thigh. Your hands are on her hips, gently moving her back and forth.

She's whining yet again, "Fucking needy cunt.. tha's right, keep fucking screamin'.. God, you're a fucking mess.. lets get you cleaned up, hmm?" You get up, grabbing a towel. You gently wipe her down, and grab boxers and T-shirt out. You help her get dressed.

"want some water, pretty thing?" You ask gently, she shakes her head no.

ARGH IM A FUCKING MENACE

[indinvitydsire]

Imagine making out with a girl, she's whining softly beneath you. Your hand lifts her chin, making her gaze up at you; god, her eyes are beautiful, you could stare into them all day. But right now, you want them rolling back. You want her screaming, moaning, tears running down her face, her makeup ruined.

"so fucking pretty, baby.. you look like a fucking painting.." you say, gently touching her chest. She lets out a shy moan, trying to cover it up. "Stop. Don't fucking hide your moans, lemme hear 'em." You say, slowly trailing your hand in between her legs.

"God, you're fucking wet.. this all f'me, sweet girl? You're too fucking good to me.." you say, gently circling her clit. She moans, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her leg jerks, starting to shake.

WOMEN ✨

[indinvitydsire]

Low key wanna get pounded like a mf by Bucky. Want him to tell me how much of a good girl I am.

"Oh, fuck. Take it. Fucking take it, bunny. You're such a good girl. So pretty f'me... So fucking pretty all spread out on my cock." He says as he pounds into you in missionary. His metal hand around your throat and his flesh hand gripping your hips. "God damn, so fuckin' tight f'me. Fuckin' gripping me so damn hard... Fuck, 'm gonna cum.." usually when he's about to cum, he's dominant demeanor turns submissive. Whimpers and moans falling out of his mouth as he continues to pound into you. "Fuck ... Nghhh.... Mommy, 'm gonna... Fuck- 'm cumming.. take it, mama.."

Adding on to this lil drabble, what if he was tied up, too? You'd probably have to beg him for hours though.

He'd be pulling at them while you kitten lick his cockhead. He could easily break away, but he loves the burn of the rope against his flesh. He would whimper; yes, you'd somehow manage to make him whimper. "f-fuck, mommy... Suck it, please.." that was the most depraved 'please' you'd ever heard in your entire fucking life. Now, add it with Bucky's needy cries and you've gotten into heaven.

[indinvitydsire]

I FORGOT I MADE THIS. WOAH

[indinvitydsire]

Okay, this isn't smut related but I want someone to actually see me as a boy for fucking once. I want to be called a boy. :// I might start writing both AMAB and AFAB smut. 🤷

[indinvitydsire]

SOMEBODY SEND ME ASKS, IM OVULATING

[indinvitydsire]

Finger sucking with Bucky please

FINGER SUCKING IS SO HOTT.. but then again, hands ✨

Like yes, put your fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet. Make me gag on them, then rub them on my face and slap me. THEN, wrap your hand around my throat and absolutely pound into me. RUIN my walking abilities, sir.

[indinvitydsire]

But like- imagine being held down and getting the absolute best head of your life. Like, they're eating it like it's their last meal. Like yes, risk your air to drink my body juices, sir. 😭 JUST SEND ME TO A HOSPITAL ALREADY

[indinvitydsire]

BUT WHY IS BEING PRAISED AND DEGRADED SO FUCKING HOTTTT LIKE YES CALL ME YOUR GOOD FUCKING SLUT 😭

His thrusts are slow yet deliberate, hitting that spot inside you every. single. time. He's grunting and holding back groans, you feel too good. "Atta fucking girl, my filthy fucking slut.. bet you weren't expecting this when you flirted with that other guy, huh? No, you weren't. Stupid fucking brats like you never expect punishment, baby" he says, he speeds up his thrusts and makes them harder; he's practically bruising your fucking cervix at this point. You are NOT walking tomorrow, honey.

"pretty fucking slut... Taking this cock so well, you always take me so well.. you're always ready for this fat fucking load, huh? My fucking cum dump."

"Tha's it, moan my fucking name.. scream it..let the neighbors know who's wrecking your wet fucking cunt.. you're such a mess, so fucking pretty with sweat and-" he pauses to spit on your face "-spit running down your face... God, you're a fucking angel.. I'm convinced of it"