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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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I own you | Max Burnett

Pairing -> Max Burnett x female!Reader

Summary -> Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, dark themes, kind of kidnapping, mention of drugs, Smut, fingering (fem!receiving), praises, daddy kink, degradation, slapping on the thigh, bit of breeding kink, possessive Max

Wordcount -> 1.4k

Request -> For your 1K Followers Special, I have a Max Burnett request with the prompts “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” and “You will obey.” Also can you add a daddy kink to it please. Thank you in advance and take your time🩵 @sergeantbarnessdoll

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request, Max with those prompts and daddy kink has to be possessive. I hope you like what I wrote with those prompts. My requests are open or feel free to join my 1k-Follower Special.

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Max Burnett helped you out when the woman wanted to bring you back to the therapy you needed to start because of drugs a few years ago. He paid the woman and took you with him, and now you’re there, in his house, in your own room, waiting for him to come and bring you to the kitchen.

You’re still not sure how to react around the older man, but he has something that you like. But he paid for you and doesn’t let you leave the house or the room without him by your side. That’s the reason you’re sitting on your bed, reading the book you thought could be the most interesting.

“Good morning,” he says with a low voice when he opens the door of the room and smiles at you.

“Morning,” you mumble, looking at him.

Max smiles and walks a step to the side so you can get out of the room. You get up slowly and stretch yourself before you walk towards him. He follows every movement, making sure you won’t freak out and run away, out of the room and through the house.

“I’m not running away,” you say, rolling your eyes and waiting on the floor for him to lead you to the kitchen.

“You can’t run away. I own you.”

That’s the moment you groan annoyed and look up at him, his hand immediately holding you by your shoulder and pressing you against the wall. Max's face is just inches away from yours, his body pressed against yours while he leans closer, his jaw clenched, and his eyes staring down into yours.

“Don’t push the limits with your behavior; you will learn to do what I want you to do; you will obey,” he hisses through gritting teeth.

You feel suddenly so small with him towering over you, his hands on your shoulder, while he presses you against the hard wall behind you. You shiver slightly before you drop your head, and Max laughs darkly before his grip loosens on your shoulders.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you mumble, almost not audible.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he says, his tone cold.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

He smiles before he shows his hand to the kitchen and lets you walk in front of him. You can almost feel his body against you, his eyes staring at you, following the smallest movement you’re making.

You look around, smiling when you see the breakfast he made on the table. With a few more steps, you walk closer to the table and take a seat, waiting until he sits opposite you. When you start eating, you look at him every once in a while.

“Max?”

“Mhm.”

“Will you hurt me?” your voice is quiet, your eyes fixing him, while your bottom lip softly trembles and your hand shakes.

The expression on his face immediately changes from a cold one to a soft one. Max hasn’t looked at you in such a soft and loving way before, but you could definitely get used to it. He smiles softly when he pushes his chair back and gets up from it to walk around the table and get on his knees in front of you. Max grips your hands softly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the backs of your hands. Then he looks into your eyes, smiling a bit more.

“I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. I love you; I take care of you,” he says.

“Y-you can’t love me yet?” you ask a bit unsure of how he reacts when you say that.

“I can, and I do. And you will too,” Max tells you, smirking.

One of his hands lets go of your hand, and he slides it along your thigh. His fingers caress over the soft skin of your leg before he reaches your pants and lets his hand slip underneath them. Your eyes widen softly when you look at his hand, which is now underneath the fabric of your short pants, stroking your thigh softly.

“Max-“ you whimper, unsure how to feel with his hand so close to your throbbing cunt.

“Do you want me to continue?”

You nod your head softly until he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you swallow harshly.

“Yes, please.”

Max smirks; his fingers rub small circles on your clit, while he doesn’t even dare to look away from your face for a second. You moan softly, moving your hips to get more friction. He pushes your pants to the side and guides his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, more.”

You sound so desperate, whining for him, for his fingers, and probably soon for his thick cock, which is already growing in his pants. Max slips one of his fingers into you, curling it. Then he pulls them out of you and repeats it. Your walls are clenching around his finger, and you throw your head back while you moan shamelessly.

"Max, pl-“ he interrupts with a sharp smack on your inner thigh.

“You will call me 'Daddy', huh? You’re Daddy’s little slut. Be my good girl, babe,” he says, groaning when you grip his hair to ground yourself.

“Daddy, faster.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. Max adds another finger to your tight hole and pushes them deep and fast into you. He still admires your face, the way your eyes are almost closed, your lips are parted, and your cheeks are slightly red. His blue eyes look so soft when he brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing it, and then he slides his thumb into your mouth.

You clench around his fingers; the pleasure in your belly grows, and you can feel your orgasm being close. Max can say it too, and he speeds up, hitting all the right places and making you moan loudly. He smirks, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and gripping your jaw. You look at him, trying to throw your head back again, but he holds you in place.

“I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum,” he says, demanding.

“Please- Daddy, I’m so close.”

“So desperate. My little cock slut, only mine. Tell me, tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” you whine.

Max groans, curling his fingers inside of you again. He would like to have his fingers buried inside of you for a while longer, but he would prefer to let you cum and carry you into his bedroom to give himself some release too.

“You’re right, my sweet little girl,” he says. “You’re such a good girl for me, so cum, now. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on my fingers, and then I will fuck you. Fill you with my seeds so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your grip on his hair tightens, and when you cry out, you cum all over his fingers. Your walls are clenching, pulling him deeper inside of you while he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm. He hits every spot inside of you, which makes you moan and whine even more. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy when you slowly calm down from your high.

“You did so well for me. Now you will give Daddy a thank you for letting you cum and allowing you to make a mess on my fingers," Max says.

He removes his fingers, which are soaked with your wetness, and looks at them. You can’t stop yourself from moaning when you see the admiring way he looks at his fingers and your cum all over them. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth and pushes his fingers between his lips. Max uses his tongue to clean them, circling his tongue around his fingers and groaning at your taste. When he slips his fingers out of his mouth, he stands up and towers over you, leaning closer until he captures your lips with his and kisses you deeply and passionately. Then he lifts you up and carries you into his bedroom.

“I love you, babe,” he says.

“I love you too, daddy,” you mumble, smiling, while he looks with his soft blue eyes and a big smirk across his face into your eyes and kisses your lips again. He is obsessed with you, and he can’t wait to see every inch of your body and finally breed you so you’re his and everyone will see that you belong to him.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔

🍓the strawberry shack🍓

summary - max has been working hard and needs to let off some steam, he heads to the strawberry shack to be taken care of.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, slight sub max.

18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Max got out of his expensive car, straightening his black trenchcoat as he entered the doors of The Strawberry Shack, having heard great reviews from other men. But the thing was, he wasn’t looking for sex, not today. Max wanted to be worshipped, to have someone take care of him for once. He was tired from work, and lacking trust in anyone wasn’t helpful. Max walked up to the front desk and nodded, handing over some cash before he headed in the direction he was looking for.

He looked around before settling on you as the woman he chose. He confidently sauntered over, not wanting to let his guard down, even if no one could see him. Max was the type of man that didn’t want to be seen as weak. He liked feeling powerful and strong. When Max approaches your area, he clears his throat. His hand softly brushes against the bulge straining against his black slacks, a soft moan falls from his lips before he quickly bites them, holding them back from escaping him.

“Let them out, baby. I wanna hear you.” You speak, smiling as you watch through the hole as he touches himself over his pants, letting out a few moans before he finally unzips and pulls out his leaking cock. “So pretty, baby boy. Can I have a taste, handsome?” Max nods, barely able to answer as his hands stroke up and down, guiding his swollen cock through the hole. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you lean forward and lick the pre-cum from his mushroom tip. “Mmm, you taste so good, honey. Why don’t you relax and let me take care of you, okay?” Max hums, resting his hand on the wall while the other massages his heavy sacks, his hips moving back and forth slowly as your lips wrap around him, sucking softly and licking slowly.

Max’s head falls back, and soft pants pass his pink lips. He whimpers as your tongue flicks under his tip before you begin to suck on it. His hand tugs his balls harder as you move down and take all of him in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. The sound of you gagging sounds like heaven to Max. His heart beats rapidly, and he slowly becomes lost in the pleasure, no longer shielding his sounds as you suck his soul out through his cock. His head falls forward, hitting the wall as his hand that was resting on it moves to his hair, beginning to tug as more whimpers leave him. His eyes screw shut, and your tongue and mouth move elegantly against the veins on his cock, swallowing him deeper. “S–so good… Please.” He whines, feeling his cock throb as his end approaches, large amounts of pre-cum leak from his cockhead.

You pull off of him with a pop, smiling as he whines from the lack of contact. “Please, what, baby?” You lick his tip, moaning as his saltiness hits your tongue, your hand wraps around the thick base, and you squeeze. “Hmm? Are you going to tell me, baby? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” You place a gentle kiss on his slit, giggling as he tries to push his cock into your mouth. You begin to stroke him slowly as you wait for an answer.

Max stutters, feeling himself become putty in your soft hands. “P–please let me cum, please.” He whimpers and whines, feeling his balls tighten as you continue to stroke him, occasionally leaning forward to lick and swirl your tongue around his throbbing tip.

“Of course, you can, baby boy. Cum for me.” You giggle, sucking on his tip and stroking him a few more times before you lean back again. “Cover my face in your cum, baby. Mark me as yours.” And with those words, his hips jerk and a loud moan escapes him. His cock twitches wildly in your hand before thick amounts of white, hot cum shoot out and cover your face, landing on your forehead, cheeks and lips. Your hand continues to stroke him, ensuring you get every drop of cum out before your tongue pokes out, licking his cum off your lips and humming. You lean forward and lick the softening member clean, causing Max to whimper. “You taste good, baby.”

He hums, feeling excellent but exhausted as he slowly pulls his cock out of the hole and tucks it back into his slacks. “Thank you.” He speaks before straightening himself up and heading back out of the room and to his car.

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Max Burnett Masterlist

A Tainted Heart - You and your sweet Max have a job, but somehow more and more obstacles keep getting in your way. And now your ex boyfriend, Ari, a former CIA agent, has caught back up to you. Are you and Max going to be able to pull off this robbery? And will you ever get far enough away from Ari...or do you even want to?

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wh0reforoldmen · 1 year

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Take me out

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Max Burnett x fem!Reader

Warnings: L bombs, mentions of smut, mentions of switch!Max

Word count: 1.87k

summary: Max said that he was off limits when you first met, well he might’ve changed his mind

You fixed your makeup and sighed, checking yourself in the mirror.

You smoothed down the skirt of your dress; it hugged all your curves and creases on your body. You swear Max likes to show you off to everyone, telling them how lucky he is to have you.

The dark red fabric was soft to the touch; it had a slit up your leg to your mid-thigh, showing off your left leg, it had lace sleeves with a delicate pattern of floral designs, while the fabric stopped at just the top of your breasts, the lace curved around your collarbone to form the sleeves. The strappy black heels looked pretty cute with them too. And to complete the look, a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a black gem necklace sat at the curve of your breasts.

You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times before grabbing the matching dark red purse and waiting for that text.

You didn’t have to wait long for your phone to ping and a message from Max saying that he was outside. You checked one last time that you looked perfect before stepping out of your apartment and downstairs, Max already waiting for you by the doors.

Of course, he was wearing black; it was his best colour to wear and it suits him well. You walk out of the complex; his head spins around, and he smiles at you, his eyes looking at you up and down.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, holding out his hand to you.

He didn’t look bad himself; the black blazer and dress pants with the white shirt with the first two or three buttons undone really suits him. His hair was also slicked back; a few stubborn strands were loose, but you loved it either way.

You took his hand with a smile "You don’t look too bad for yourself, Max,"

He helped you into his car and got in before driving off. The restaurant you were going to is unknown to you; he likes to keep it that way with all your dates with him. You don’t mind it, but sometimes you'd like to know where you’re going.

The car ride was quiet, the radio filling that silence between you two. You looked over at him and just... looked at his sharp jawline, his thin black hair, and God, you loved his eyes too. The bright blue that looked at you with such softness but to others with such anger, you could get lost in them for hours. For his age, he was a fucking handsome devil, aged like a fine wine if you say so yourself.

He glanced over at you, catching you red-handed staring at him, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, "Got something on your mind, Princess?" He asked, turning his head with a cheeky grin.

Your face went up in flames, and you quickly looked away, looking in front of you and saying, "Just wondering where we’re going." You quickly replied, sucking your bottom lip in and rolling it between your teeth, hoping he’d fall for it. Who are you kidding? It’s Max! The God of deceit.

“Sure, princess,” he hummed. “Do you remember what we agreed on? I’m just here to spoil you,”

It sounded right at the time. Yes, you did find him attractive when you first met and made that agreement, but things change! You’ve spent more and more time with Max, and you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

“Yes, I do remember,” You say with a roll of your eyes, you hate that he has rules; yeah, it’s understandable, but some of them are just... bizarre. But it’s his line of work that makes them bizarre, so none of you can do anything about it.

“So you know I’m off limits,” he reminded you, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You held your breath as you looked down at his hand; his hands were rough in comparison to your soft skin, but damn, his hands were huge, and the veins connecting his hand to his fingers were... shit.

“Yes, I know,” you nodded, holding back a whimper as his hand gently rubbed your skin.

“Good girl,” He pulled his hand away and placed it back on the steering wheel, that smug grin plastered on his face.

That smug bastard.

Finally, you go to the restaurant, and it’s somewhere you’ve never been and could never afford if you never had Max.

He helped you out and walked in with you, his arm around your waist with his hand on your hip. You walked through the glass doors and held in your gasp—it was so... luxurious. The chandelier had to be made of real diamonds! The floor was a hard white marble with a golden shimmer, and the tables were all arranged so that no one would bump into them. The waiter elegantly led you both to a table in the middle of the room.

You both sat down while he gave you the menus and walked off, giving you time to pick out your drink and meal. The tables were dark oak, and the groves were incredibly detailed. You looked up at Max, and he smiled at you and said, “Guess you like it?"

It wasn’t exactly a question but you nodded anyway “it’s amazing Max, thank you,”

You both had a great time at the restaurant, just talking to each other about anything but work and stress; this was just something to get you both to relax a bit. You easily spent two or three hours in there, talking and eating, and this is what it’s usually like with Max.

Sometimes you don't see him for weeks at a time, but when he does come back. Fuck, he spoils you rotten. You get treated like a queen.

He has you closer to him as you both walk out of the restaurant and to the car, his arm around your hip and his hand laced around yours, fingers lacing together. It felt good, strange but good!

“Remember what I said earlier in the car?” Max began, “When I said that I was off limits,” you looked up at him with a confused look but nodded. Why was he burning this up again? It was just a reminder that you couldn't have him. You can’t.

“Yes, I remember, why?” You asked, your hand gently squeezing his as you approached his car.

He hesitated.

Max was hesitant to speak?

Since you’ve known Max for almost a year, he’s never been hesitant to speak, not even in bed when you’re ordering him to speak. He just doesn't.

“Well, I was thinking that we can ignore that one rule; I know I made it up, but fuck. Look at you, how could I not fall for you?” He said this while looking down at you and coming to a halt.

You could feel your heart pounding with each word he said; he wants to break the rule and... get together? Fuck, this was like a dream come true. A smile came to your lips as you looked up at him. “This isn’t one of your tricks now, is it, Max?” You inquire, your hands approaching his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.

His bright blue eyes looked into yours, and he shook his head. “I promise, it’s not.” He said, his hands coming to your waist and pulling you closer “Kiss me,”

You didn’t deny his request; you pulled him in, your soft lips collided with his slightly chapped ones. He lets you be in control of the kiss, his hands only sliding down to your ass and gently squeezing the soft mounds before moving back up to the small of your back. You both pulled away for air and looked into each other's eyes, a smile coming to his lips. “I love you, princess.” He confessed, making your heart flutter.

“I love you too, Max.” You smile, using your thumb to wipe the saliva off his bottom, swollen, pink lip.

“Let's go home, yeah?" You smirked “Show you how much I really love you,”

He chuckled and landed a hard smack on your ass. “Let's see who wins first,” he said, leading you to the car and getting in with you.

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delusionalvenusian · 10 months

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The Long Con, Pt. 1

Pairing: Max Burnett x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n, reader eventually has a nickname)

Summary: Max, having parted ways with Madeline, still can't let go of his lust for a lavish life. He now finds himself at upscale hotel bars scouting out wealthy widows and divorcees to bed and steal from to keep afloat while he cooks up his first big solo con. What seems like a business-as-usual one night stand could just end up being his perfect long con. Or hers.

Warnings: 18+ only, smuuuuuuuuuut (pretty much right off the bat, but there is a plot in there somewhere), oral, unprotected p in v, swearing, drinking, kissing, dubcon (sorta), kinda subby Max, Max and reader are both little assholes

Word count: ~4k

a/n: Hellooooooo! I don't really know what the market is for this kind of thing since I've been out of the fanfic writing world for over a decade now, but I've had this little story brewing in my head since watching Sharper when it was first released and finally started putting it into words and feeling courageous enough to publish it somewhere on the off chance someone will enjoy it. This will be a few parts, but I'm not exactly sure how many at this point. Anyway, I so hope you enjoy this if you stumble upon it and give it a shot. :)

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Max swirled the whiskey in his glass as he leaned coolly against the bar, scanning the dim Manhattan establishment for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to locate his next mark.

With what he’d heard about the clientele here, he had expected the evening to go much smoother—get in, find a desperate 50-something to leave with, pocket some cash and blank checks after fucking her to sleep, repeat—but, after an hour or so of misses, he was ready to call it a night. Weekday evenings were usually perfect for this little game he’d adopted to pass the time while he figured out his next big solo move since breaking from Madeline. The too-young girls looking for rich old men weren’t out until the weekend, and the mature divorcees were out scouting for their next fling, more than happy to accept his attention. But tonight was a quiet one, and he was growing more frustrated with each dud he spotted. Downing the rest of the amber liquid, he slammed the glass down on the bar and moved to head for the door.

“Easy there!” He heard from behind. He turned quickly to study the source of the honeyed voice. “Excuse me,” she asked, effortlessly getting the bartender’s attention as soon as she stepped up to the bar. “Could I get a vodka tonic, extra lime, and keep them coming, please? Actually, go ahead and make that a double.” She smiled softly at the bartender’s confirming nod and spun to face the crowd of patrons as she waited for her drink. Her gaze shifted lazily around the room, meeting Max’s eyes as he sized her up. “See something you like?”

She was perfect. Younger than his usual target, but old enough to have the resources he needed. Her glossy blown out hair and subtle designer label ensemble screamed trust fund baby. Her drink order suggested she was ready to loosen up for the evening, and she was at least regular enough here that she didn’t have to give a card for a tab. No ring on her finger. Cool demeanor. And she was much easier on the eyes than the women he had suffered the last few months to get by. Perfect.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pulling his most seductive smirk.

She chuckled amusedly, cocking her brow. “Forward.”

Max sidled back up to the bar to settle next to his prey, gesturing to the bartender for another. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“Not wasting any time, are we?” She took a sip of her cocktail as soon as it reached her hand. “No introductions, just right down to business. I respect that.”

“I’m—”

“No, unh-unh,” she interrupted with a fluid wave of her hand, “I don’t care. We’ve both got the same motive, so let’s just skip the unnecessary bullshit. Trust me, it’s so much more fun with no names.”

Max could hear the jackpot jingle ring in his brain as he registered her words. Beyond perfect. He wouldn’t even have to bother with creating an identity for the night or convincing her to take him home. Admittedly, it did suck some of the fun out of his scheme, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He clinked his glass against hers in enthusiastic agreement.

“Great. I’ve got this one, so next one’s on you.” She downed a few gulps of her drink and gave him a slow once over. “Not bad. I usually only catch old pervs here.”

Max snickered. “Glad to hear I don’t look like a perv.”

“You don’t look like an old perv,” she corrected.

“So then tell me what I look like,” Max prompted as he softly ran his knuckles up her bicep from elbow to shoulder, twisting her hair around his finger.

She studied his features for another moment through narrowed eyes before responding. “Attractive. New money. Arrogant, for sure. Devious— you’ve got that glint in your eye, I see it. And here tonight, so definitely a perv.”

“You’re here tonight, what does that make you?”

She smiled up at him teasingly. “You’ll just have to come back to my room and find out, I guess.”

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The walk from the bar, through the hotel lobby, and to the elevator was a short one, and Max couldn’t have been more thankful. The flowing liquor and flirtatious banter coupled with the anticipation of his scheme playing out successfully had his excitement at peak. The attraction certainly didn’t hurt either. It had been months since he found himself entangled with someone he felt legitimate physical desire for—not that that mattered to him in the end so long as he left with his pockets satisfactorily lined, but it was a welcome change.

She kept her hands to herself as she led Max to the elevators, unable to leave behind the strict societal manners she was raised on and give in to her temptation to grab him and take him in the nearest secluded corner. It had been months since she’d had a good lay, and Max’s assertive air had her convinced that he’d be the one to break that depressing trend. Impatient and aroused as ever, she fought not to drum her fingers or tap her foot waiting for the elevator to finish its slow descent, not wanting to drop her poised façade and let Max see how desperate she was to be alone with him, to touch him, to taste him. She let out a silent breath in relief as the doors finally parted, quickly fishing a key out and stepping in.

Max’s eyes lit up watching her insert the key and press the accompanying “P” button. Penthouse. His cock jumped in exhilaration, and suddenly his hands were on her as the elevator doors closed. The touch of his hands on her waist and his soft breath on her neck threatened to break her and make her go feral. She fought her urge to whip around, grab his hair roughly, and pull his lips to meet hers—her resolve to appear as composed as possible still strong. As Max wound himself around her like the snake he was, pressing his body to hers and peppering lazy kisses along her throat, she counted down the seconds until the elevator stopped at her floor.

Stepping out of the claustrophobic box into the airy suite instantly flipped the switch on her demeanor. The freedom of absolute privacy from the outside world washed over her and she suddenly found herself unreservedly overtaken by the lust that had been simmering within her, pulling Max out of the elevator by the lapel of his jacket. Greedy lips collided while hands caressed skin and pulled hair. Neither wanting to waste another second, they clumsily made their way through the bedroom doorway, quickly discarding the last of each other’s clothing.

Max continued backing her toward the plush bed as she nipped and sucked at his neck. The groan he let out at her teeth grazing his skin told her he liked a little dominance. When the backs of her knees met the side of the bed she disconnected from him, looking into his eyes through her long lashes and shaking her head as she rounded on him and shoved him down instead. Max grinned devilishly as she straddled him and roughly reclaimed his lips.

“Touch me,” she said breathily between sloppy kisses, guiding his right hand from her hair at the nape of her neck down to her aching core.

“Right down to business. I respect that,” Max said, teasingly repeating her words from earlier that evening. Without hesitation, he inserted two digits, eliciting a deep moan from her right into his mouth. “So wet for me.” He gathered her slick and languidly drew out his fingers to tightly circle her swollen clit.

The sob she let out was nearly animal as he applied just the right amount of pressure but kept his movement frustratingly slow. “Fuck,” she keened, “faster.”

Max bit her bottom lip and quickened his pace ever so slightly. “’Atta girl, tell me what to do.”

She slid a hand down his chest and abdomen, grasping his firm cock, and quickly jerked his head back by the hair with the other to look him in his dilated eyes. “Make me cum and you can have whatever you want,” she promised as she stroked him so softly that he physically ached for more.

He tried to hide the breath that caught in his throat and laid back on his elbows. “Get up here,” he said, grabbing the backs of her thighs and pulling her toward his face. She laughed sensually as she shuffled her way up his torso. He greeted her throbbing bundle of nerves with a smooth lap of his tongue and hooked his arms around each thigh to draw her down until she was sat on him completely. He teased her no longer, tasting her sweetness deeply and sucking her clit, immediately turning her into a whimpering mess.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, don’t stop.” Her cries of satisfaction and writhing on Max’s skilled tongue elicited his own moans and had him bucking his hips in anticipation of burying himself deep inside her wet heat. “Yes! Right there, right there” she chanted. Max increased the pace of his massage and shook his head, sucking her in impossibly deeper, his encouraging moans sending vibrations through her body and overstimulating her. She couldn’t form words any longer as the growing knot in her stomach came undone and she convulsed, crying out the god she did or didn’t believe in and releasing her orgasm into Max’s welcoming mouth.

Max—ever the proud lover—didn’t stop until she’d nearly collapsed. He finally freed her tender clit when she pulled his hair so hard it threatened to rip out at the root. Despite her promise, she didn’t wait for Max’s direction before taking her next steps, needing him inside of her as soon as humanly possible. She slithered down his body until her wanting core hovered just above his painfully hard cock. Before she could grip him herself, Max grabbed her roughly by the hip to hold her steady as he lined himself up and ran his leaking tip through her soaked folds. They moaned in unison while he repeated his movements once, twice, three times, until he abruptly thrust up into her. He bottomed out, sheathing her completely, and gave her a moment to adjust to his size.

Without a word, she ran a hand up his chiseled abdomen and placed it on his chest for leverage as she began to slowly rise up off of him. She stopped as the head of his dick reached her entrance, just before it could fall out, and sank back down as slowly as she had risen. Max threw his head back into the mattress, eyes rolled far back in his head, and cried out in ecstasy. She lifted herself again, reiterating her slow descent and moaned proudly at the sight of Max’s nods of pleasure. “You like that, huh, baby,” she cooed.

“Mhmm,” Max nodded again.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want,” she said, continuing to lazily ride him, drawing out each lift and descent.

Max grunted as her cervix bumped his sensitive tip once more. “Need you to ride me,” he said. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Bounce on my cock.” He gave her no chance to quicken her pace herself. He took hold of her ass cheeks brusquely, spreading them slightly, and guiding her down hard over his length, meeting her in the middle with a thrust.

She didn’t protest, giving up control and allowing Max to set his desired pace. It was fast and raucous by this point as Max’s need for release had steadily built up in the act of giving pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking good,” she sighed out through a hazy, cock-drunk smile.

Max practically growled at the praise, tightening his grip to hold her in place and giving her everything he had. The bottom of his spine was starting to tingle and his need to cum was taking over.

She intuited the meaning of his increased intensity and woke slightly from her sex-induced fog as she remembered they hadn’t used a condom. “Shit, wait,” she exclaimed. “You can’t cum inside me, you have to pull out.”

“But you feel so fucking good,” he said without really processing the bigger picture. She was right, of course, and had he been in his right mind he would have agreed in an instant.

“Please,” she said through her moans. “Fuck me on my back. I want you to cum all over me.”

The sound of her begging and the thought of her with her legs spread for him, covered in his cum, got his full attention. He flipped them over and kept his rhythm, throwing her legs over his shoulders and hitting even deeper now than before. He watched himself fill her over and over as she writhed beneath him and grabbed at whatever she could get her hands on. The tingling at the base of his spine formed again and his hips jerked erratically. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he let out through gritted teeth. He pulled out just in time and she quickly grabbed his shaft, pumping him fervently and letting his ropes of cum spread across her stomach and chest.

Max stayed hovered over her for a moment while he caught his breath, eventually flopping over next to her. As he recovered, she raised herself onto her elbows, surveying the mess they’d painted onto her body together, giggling in her pleasured, post-coital daze. “I’ll clean this up in a minute,” she muttered, collapsing back down with a smile and closing her eyes.

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Max slowly left the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty next to him. She was gorgeous, and she’d been the best fuck he’d had in quite some time, but he had a job to do. Somewhere in the well-decorated penthouse was the money he’d come for. He had no trouble finding and pocketing the cash in her purse that she’d so carelessly left right by the elevator, but $1,500 wasn’t going to get him far—he needed the trust checks. Based on the state of the place, it was clear she had taken up permanent residence there. As stealthily as he could, he tore the place apart searching for the coveted checkbook, growing more and more irritated as he continued to find nothing.

Time passed quickly, and he found himself scavenging through her purse yet again. Knowing nothing was likely to magically appear, he decided to take a moment to study the contents of her wallet. He pulled out her ID card, finally putting a name to the face. He smiled to himself when he read her last name, recognizing it instantly and feeling pride in his ability to successfully spot old money types in a crowd. He was still silently patting himself on the back when the sound of a throat clearing behind him broke the early morning silence he’d been working in. Fuck.

“You’re robbing me,” she asked flatly, seemingly unsurprised. “Pathetic.”

Max chuckled darkly, dropping the charm he’d laid on mere hours ago. “You let a nameless stranger fuck you raw and spend the night in your pretty little penthouse suite. Yeah, I’m pathetic.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as he approached her, ID still clutched in his fingers.

“What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,” he taunted, brushing a featherlight knuckle across her cheekbone. He was taken aback as she broke into laughter instead of starting to break under his touch like he expected.

“’What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,’” she mimicked through her laughter. “Man, you are funny. See, for you take all my money, I’d have to have it first, you fucking idiot.”

Max’s eyes widened. Admittedly he hadn’t inquired about her age, trusting that she looked old enough to be an adult, and he hadn’t checked her date of birth on her ID for lack of interest. She stared him down, enjoying seeing the wheels furiously spinning in his head.

“Calm down, I’m not even close to a child,” she assured him. “Daddy is just a misogynist.” Max’s expression turned from alarm to confusion. “We’ll get to that in a second. First, your name.”

“Fuck off,” Max said.

She scoffed sarcastically. “Well, that’s not very nice. It’s only fair now that you know who I am, and you’re trying to take me for everything I’ve got.” She waited a moment, but Max stayed silent. “Ah, come on. You tell me your name, and I won’t have your kneecaps shot out by daddy’s friends.”

Max’s eyes darted toward the window as if he’d be able to see in the flesh the burly henchmen he was now imagining. He’d never been in this position before and he couldn’t confidently call her bluff—how else do these old money types keep their money and connections but through brute force? He resigned with a sigh. “Max.”

“Max,” she repeated. “I’d say nice to meet you, but—well, you get it. Anyway, Max, you can call me Doe.”

Max sneered. “Dough? Like money? The jokes really wri—”

“No,” she interjected. “Doe, D-O-E, like a deer. For my eyes.”

Max snorted derisively. “Okay, Doe.”

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped. “Anyway, misogyny. You know what that word means, right? Maybe a big one for someone of your… station.”

“My station? God, you fucking people. Yes, I know what misogyny means.”

Doe nodded, smiling up at him in jest. “Impressive. See, daddy does have me set up with a trust—you’re right about that. The problem is, daddy doesn’t think women can handle millions, let alone billions of dollars, no matter how old we are or how much education we have or how long we work our asses off to prove ourselves. So, daddy set my trust up with one stipulation: I get married, I get the money.” Max raised a brow as he took in her predicament. “Right? You see my problem, then.”

Max shook his head as if to clear it. “Wait, so you have a billion-fucking-dollar trust waiting for you—billion with a ‘b’—and you won’t just do what you have to do to get it?”

“No, I will not,” she exclaimed, disgusted at the notion of even considering it. “Not in his way, anyway.”

“The will,” Max said, seemingly connecting the dots. “You think he’s leaving it all to you? He won’t let you touch your own trust and you think he’s leaving his entire empire to you?”

Doe glowered at him. She had thought that a possibility at one time, of course, but had long since admitted to herself that he would never entrust her with the family fortune. She’d even hoped that he would at least leave her enough by her standards, but that wasn’t going to happen either. Deep down, Doe wasn’t much different from Max. She wanted her money, she wanted all the money, and the thought of losing the luxurious life she’d grown accustomed to all her life made her sick. She wasn’t cut out for a boring, regular life. And, thus, she found herself here.

“Fuck you,” she retorted. “No, not the will—I’m not a fool. I have a plan, and that’s where you come in.”

Max stared at her in silent confusion.

“Please don’t drool on my floor,” Doe teased, patting his slack jaw. “Here, let me spell it out for you. I went down to the bar last night to hunt, just like you. I’ve been scouting and, like I said, only finding old pervs. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be face to face with a 70-year-old man’s flaccid penis while you wait for the blue pill to kick in? Not worth the fucking money. I physically could not do it anymore. Anyway, I pivoted to the leeches—at least you’re hot, ya know?”

“Leeches?”

“Yes, leeches. You look for money, that’s all you want, and you’ll bleed it from any woman who has it and is charitable enough to look past the Brooks Brothers sale rack suit and take you home,” Doe continued. “Call me altruistic—I scoped you out, caught you in your most desperate moment when you were just about to throw in the towel, and reeled you right in. I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how it would turn out at first, but you’re a fantastic lay.”

“Truly pathetic,” Max muttered.

“Aw, Maxy, don’t be mad,” Doe tutted, running a hand through his sleek hair. “Really, you were so talented even just as a quickie. And then, even better than I expected, I woke up for a little morning round two only to find you trying to burgle me. I mean, truly, what a perfect set up.”

“You’re pitiful,” Max spat, trying to gain some control over the unforeseen situation he now found himself in. “And the saddest part is how easy it all could’ve been. Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart, you could cut practically any man down with that fucking mouth of yours, good in bed, and fucking loaded. You could pull any sucker out there and live happily ever after. Hell, just pick one, get married, get the money, then divorce him.”

“Just good in bed? Not even great?” Max blustered in annoyance at her quips. “Don’t get huffy with me. Anyway, you just laid out the whole plan.” She paused, waiting for it to click for him.

Max’s expression quickly shifted from annoyance to an amused smirk. “I’m the sucker, huh?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Doe smiled back.

“No,” Max said, dropping the smirk in in instant. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Doe laughed sweetly. “Oh, but you are. I wasn’t kidding about the kneecaps.”

Max stepped away from her, pointing an angry finger in her face. “You’re a fucking psychopath. I’m not fucking marrying you.”

Doe rolled her eyes at Max’s aggravation. “Chill out, you’ll get your cut.”

That got Max’s attention. “My cut?” He could feel his frustration diffusing from a boil to a simmer.

“Of course,” Doe said. “What, you didn’t think I’d leave you high and dry, did you? I’m not a monster, like you.” She teased, sidling her way back into his space, gently caressing his chest. “I told you last night, make me cum and you can have whatever you want. You kept up your end of the bargain and I plan to keep mine. We’ll just get married, get the money, split it, and we can go our separate ways. We’ll be set for life—do whatever we want. Billions with a ‘b,’ remember?”

Doe’s soft touch and devious mind coupled with the thought of money the likes of which Max couldn’t fully comprehend had his cock twitching in his briefs. It was extreme—far beyond anything he’d ever planned—but he couldn’t deny it was genius. He’d striven to not be tied to another person in his game again after working with Madeline for so long, ultimately becoming completely unable to trust her as a partner, but this allowed him a freedom to walk away that he’d never had before so long as Doe kept her word. And even if she didn’t, the marriage would grant him access to the funds whether she liked it or not. He had nothing to lose.

Doe placed a delicate kiss on his neck. “So? What do you say,” she asked, pulling him out of his contemplative trance. “60/40?”

Max smiled widely, cupping either side of Doe’s face and, just like the night before, led her backward into the dimly lit bedroom. “Billions with a fucking ‘b,’” he shouted excitedly and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Doe would get her money and her morning round two.

#max burnett x reader #max burnett #sharper #sebastian stan characters #max burnett fanfiction #max burnett x female reader #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan smut #sharper movie #max burnett smut #sebastian stan x reader

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year

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S.S. MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots

Never too much, never too little - Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You take responsibility in taking care of the winter soldier after being the first to snap him out of HYDRAs control.

Take cover - winter soldier/Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you discover someone has been watching you, - but like a guardian angel or a viscous stalker? You’re about to find out.

Max Burnett

Oneshots

Love me, please - dom!Max Burnett x sub!reader

Summary: You and Max are a part of what other people would view as the perfect family. If only they knew…

Stucky

Oneshots

Thinking about her - Steve Rogers x Bucky (x fem!reader

Summary: After having their sweet female secretary over for dinner, Steve and Bucky release their pent up sexual frustration on each other while having their minds on her.

↳ Thinking about us all - Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes (coming soon…)

#sebastian stan #max burnett x reader #max burnett x y/n #max burnett x you #max burnett x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastian stan masterlist #masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #stucky x reader

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Can we get part 3 "You're Mine" where the reader kills Max or himself, thereby freeing himself from captivity, please? If it's too dark, just ignore it

You’re Mine ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Dark!Max Burnett x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You realize you don’t want to keep living like this, you want your life back. You come up with a way to trick Max.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, light angst, Stockholm, syndrome, manipulation, smut, murder

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK CONTENT

Part 1 Part 2

You were busy cleaning the apartment, when Max walked in, with Madeline on his arm.

Making their way further into the room, Madeline glanced at you. The smile on her face turning sour with disgust, she never liked you.

The feeling was mutual, you thought she was a witch.

"Max, why do you still keep her around?" She cooed to Max, you watching him lick his lips at her close proximity.

"Why? Does that make you jealous?" He asked her, you scrunching up your face in disgust.

Making your way to leave the room, to give them some privacy, Max stopped you.

"Hey! Where you going?" Immediately you stopped, half loving and hating the way he could control you.

Pointing in the direction of your room, Max shook his head with disapproval.

"Use your words girl." He spoke aggressively.

You were just girl now in her presence, not his usual sweet girl. Not that it bothered you all too much, but it made your blood boil, you felt incredibly worthless.

"I'm going to my room." You told him slowly and clearly, making sure you wouldn't have to repeat yourself. Max stared at you, noticing that your behavior was off.

"Fine, you can go." He uttered, bringing his attention back on Madeline who was stroking his chest, scratching her nails on the skin showing just underneath his neck.

With hurried steps, you made it into your room. Sealing the door closed, hoping that you wouldn't have to hear the gross sounds of the two.

Plopping down onto the edge of the bed, you glanced around the room, wondering what to do. Your eyes landed on the TV, and immediately you perked up. Max never allowed you to watch, trying to explain that it was all filled with lies, making it pointless to watch. Not that you ever believed him, you knew he was a trying to keep you from finding something. Considering he was occupied at the moment, your fingers had a mind of its own and started messing with the buttons.

The TV came to life, the news station being the first thing that popped up. Your eyes widened, and you quickly turned the volume all the way down, careful so that Max didn't hear it.

You watched for awhile, watching the reporters mouth move, but weren't really paying attention. You enjoyed the presence of the people of the other side of the screen, even if they weren't actually there.

It was strange, the longer you had been here, the clearer your head became. Maybe it was because Max didn't have you taking the pills anymore, maybe it was because you were allowed outside most of the time (for work obviously). Although you could never go far.

You felt something for Max, and you didn't understand why. Although he stole your life from you, he kept you well fed, overall physically healthy. Plus he made you feel more loved than ever, despite it feeling wrong. You were alone before him, and although you still felt lonely, he was still always there, regardless of Madeline.

You had gotten used to not wanting anything anymore. Seeing as you weren’t allowed to want anything with Max.

Suddenly your focus was brought back to the TV, a new headline gaining your attention. Though the TV was muted, you were able to see the picture being broadcasted next to the talking man. A lump formed in your throat at what you were witnessing.

‘MISSING: (Y/n)(L/n)’

A foreign feeling flooded your veins, your body warm with energy suddenly. You hardly focused on what the man was mouthing, but you could easily put the pieces together.

People were looking for you?

You shook your head, your mind trying to convince you that that wasn’t you, you had changed, you looked and acted different. That couldn’t be you, right?

Your mind was chaos, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. All at once it was like you were able to think freely and clearly for just a moment, you wanted to be free.

You were suddenly hyper aware of everything, the sound of Madeline and Max fooling around, the slight ringing coming from the old television, the way the streets ambience leaked through the window. You felt determined, you were going to get out of here.

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⚠️ DARK CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

You cleaned your room, lighting erotic smelling candles throughout the space. Dimming the lights, closing the curtains. Lastly, you switched off the TV, unplugging it and shoving it in the closet. You stripped yourself of your clothes, slipping into some lingerie that Max had bought awhile ago.

You mind buzzed with sick images and thoughts, your hatred for Max deepening. He thought he had you under his spell, but that was no more.

Relaxing back on the bed, you focused on the texture of the ceiling, on the paint bubbles that had never gotten smoothed out.

“What’s all this sweet girl?” Max purred, making you jump at his presence, you hadn’t heard him come in.

He walked in further, closing and locking the door.

“For you.” You spoke, sitting up and giving your best innocent look, the one you knew made him melt.

Max raised his eyebrows at your response, and you had realized you spoke without permission. Shit.

“Feeling bold huh?” He asked, his jaw clenching with a mix of anger and lust, you not missing the way his eyes drank in your exposed body.

“I’m sorry,” You whined scooting off the bed, dropping to your knees in front of him, “I just want you so bad.”

You cringed speaking those words, but you felt torn because a small part of you really did want him, and that terrified you.

Max studied your face, suspicious of your sudden change of behavior. But he couldn’t think straight with you kneeling in front of him, batting your eyes up at him like that.

“You want?”

“Yes, I’m sorry— I want you.”

Max’s gaze softened as he gently cradled your face, pulling you up from the floor, walking you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

“My poor sweet girl… Watching me touch Madeline— loving on her… Wishing it was you huh?” Max whispered, sitting you down on the mattress. This position made him feel powerful, the way he was towering over you.

His hand caressed your face, fingertips grazing all the way from your neck to just above the edge of your bra.

“You jealous?” He asked, trailing his hand back up to the strap sitting on your shoulder, wedging his fingers between the strap and flesh, sliding it down.

With a gasp, you held his gaze. Hating the way your body betrayed you, feeling the tingling sensation form between your legs.

With a small nod from you, Max gripped your face hard with his other hand.

“I didn’t hear you.” He spat, his eyes almost black with how dilated his pupils were.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I was jealous.” You told him, your face aching from his bruising grip.

Max let go of your face, pushing you roughly onto the bed. Crawling over top of you, you grabbed his face in panic, forcing yourself to cry.

“No please, I— I want to make you happy… Please let me make you happy— this is about you, not me.” You rushed out, causing Max to tilt his head in thought.

“You know I like to be in control.” He warned, pushing hair out of your eyes.

“I promise you’ll be satisfied— please, please let me make you happy. Just this once please please.” You practically begged, tears running down your cheeks, causing Max to groan with desire.

To your surprise, Max got off of you plopping down next to you. His eyes were still glaring through you, warning you if you didn’t satisfy his needs. Swallowing thickly, you got up and went to the side table grabbing a condom, slipping another object into your hand, hiding it behind your back.

Throwing the condom down on Max, he rolled his eyes and stripped down, rolling the condom over himself.

He eyed your standing form, noticing you hiding something behind your back.

“What you got there sweet girl?” He asked, taking in your body, eyes traveling head to toe.

“A surprise.” You told him, shuffling nervously on your feet, causing Max to smirk. To your surprise, he didn’t push any further.

Stripping down from your lingerie, Max watched you with hungry eyes as you crawled onto the bed over his form. Ghosting your pussy over his hard member, Max breathed heavily at your teasing.

“Don’t you dare think about teasing me or I will strangle you.” He threatened, causing you to tense up slightly but continuing to play along and nod your head nervously.

With your free hand you grabbed his member giving a few strokes, listening to Max’s groans. Rubbing his member on your pussy, you coated him with your juices before lining him up and sinking down.

Max’s hands grabbed your hips in a harsh grip, moving you up and down. You kept yourself in a quick pace, trying to please him. You smiled deviously when Max’s eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck baby… That’s right. You’re mine… All mine.” Max moaned out breathlessly, your heart starting to pound in your ears, your hands feeling cold and slightly numb.

You’re mine… All mine.

The words rung in your head, your vision turning red with rage. His moans and words were muffled to your ears. Your hand shaking as you pulled the knife from behind your back, staring down at Max with a murderous glare.

Max still had his eyes shut, unaware of your demeanor on top of him. Your head continued to grow hotter, your vision swirling with vertigo, your lungs constricting. You felt your rage boil and boil, and before you could think twice.

Max groaned out in pain, and your hands were letting go of the knife handle sticking out of his neck. His eyes were wide, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. His hands flailed and tried grabbing onto his neck, but you kept slapping them away. He twitched and choked on his own blood bubbling up through his throat. You watched him until his eyes rolled back, his body going limp. All while he was still inside of you.

Crimson soaked and stained the sheets, your eyes staring at his form. Watching his still chest, making sure it stayed still. Lifting yourself off of him finally, you crawled off of him, standing at the edge of the bed, still staring down at his lifeless body.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your chest felt tight, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but you couldn’t stop the laughter. Your head flooded with terrible thoughts, the guilt of killing someone threatening to eat at you. But again, the laughter didn’t slow.

You didn’t understand, you were free, he was dead. So why did you still feel trapped, you felt lost— you felt sad.

Sucking in a deep breath, finally expanding your tight chest, you wiped your eyes, holding a sick smile.

“Surprise…”

#reader insert #dark theme #dark character #max burnett #max sharper #max burnett sharper #sebastian stan characters #oneshot #light angst #stockholm syndrome #kidnap fantasy

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Dilemma's Main Masterlist

Formula One

House of the Dragon

The Sandman Masterlist

Vampire Academy Masterlist

Bucky Barnes' Masterlist

Steve Rogers' Masterlist

Sam Wilson's Masterlist

Dr Strange's Masterlist

Loki's Masterlist

Marvel Drabbles

KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff

ONE SHOTS Fem!reader unless otherwise stated

The Proposition ⁂ ➴ You show Nick the benefits of working under you Freedom ⨮ || Part Two ➴ You finally get the courage to leave Nick The New Partner ⁂ ➴ Your employer teams you up with a partner, Nick.

Webs That Bind ⁂ || tasm! ➴ Dom!Peter has his own take on bondage and swings. Haunting 6B ꕥ ➴ Peter helps to save you after you haunt his apartment Slipping Through His Fingers ⨮ || tasm! ➴ Peter saves your life when you were ready to end it

Comfort and Care ꕥ† ➴ You take care of Natasha when she is hurt Hide and Seek ➴ You face the danger of being married to the Black Widow Better Late Than Never ⁂ || Bucky, Steve, Natasha x reader ➴ You come home to find the party started without you. Red †⨮ ➴ You would do anything to have more time with your wife, including breaking natures law

Centre of Attention ꕥ ➴ Tourette’s!reader is comforted by Wade ThunderClap † ➴ You step in to save the day with your unusual super power.

Grief Prompt † ⨮ ➴ You are struggling with the grief of losing Tony but finally find a new purpose. Penthouse Parenting ꕥ ➴ Peter stays with at the Penthouse and shows you a new side to Tony.

Summer Solstice ꕥ ➴ Thor is late for the Summer Solstice festival Worthy ꕥ ➴ You make a right mess of cleaning Thor's room Bring The Rain ⁂ ꕥ ➴ You come under attack while Thor is off-world.

Charming Town || Jax Teller ➴ Your road trip takes a turn when car troubles stop you leaving. Gods and Men ⁂ || Jake Lockley/Moon Knight ➴ You are an avatar and feel a pull towards the man who shares the same power as you. Untethered ⁂ || Billy Russo ➴ Just pure smut with restraints and edging Freebird ꕥ || Joaquin Torres ➴ Some fluffy goodness Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner ➴ You get more than a bargain when you take home a statue. White Flag ⁂ || Lloyd Hansen ➴ You receive orders to kill your husband. Crossing Lines ⁂⨮ || Andy Barber ➴ You cheat on your husband with Andy The Best Lies ⨮ || Max Burnett (Sebastian Stan in Sharper) ➴ The first time you met Max you were a cyber security specialist for your family company, a leader in the tech industry. Max was the reason that life was shattered and your career down the drain. When Max returns to your life in need of your help you find yourself needing to decide whether people truly deserve second chances.

#marvel fanfiction #loki fanfiction #bucky fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction #poc!reader #peter parker fanfic #bipoc writer #steve rogers fanfiction #nick fowler fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #wade wilson fanfic #thor fanfic

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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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1K Followers | Special

Welcome to my 1K Followers Special, first of all I want to thank everyone here. I appreciate you all so much and I’m so grateful.

I want to give a special thanks to @lives-in-midgard with helping me to come up with the idea.

Below the cut is a prompt list where you can look for a prompt you like and send it with a character as ask. If you want to you can also add ideas you want me to include in the oneshot. You can sent the ask also anonymous.

The work can include Smut, Fluff, Angst and Dark stuff. The warnings are tagged in each oneshot, you’re responsible for the stuff you read.

Feel free to also check my Masterlist and feel free to join my Taglist.

Some of my followers are writing by themselves and for those people who want to write something by themselves just look for a prompt and write your own story. Just tag me in the oneshot then and I will add your work here.

Characters/People I will write for: (x fem!Reader, except Stucky)

Actors: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Florence Pugh

Marvel Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova

Other Sebastian Stan Characters: Mickey Henry, Steve Kemp, Jefferson, Max Burnett

Other Chris Evans Characters: Colin Shea, Andy Barber, Frank Adler, Johnny Storm

Fluff:

1. “I don’t mind cuddling all day with you.”

2. "Come on, grumpy face, this will be fun!"

3. “Everything okay?” “I just really missed you.”

4. "I feel so save when I'm with you."

Smut:

1. “Suck, it doesn’t clean itself.”

2. “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.”

3. “I’m gonna fill you.”

4. “I like when you moan my name.”

Angst:

1. “Come home with me or it’s over between us.”

2. “I thought I could trust you.”

3. “You thought I love you? I don’t.”

4. “Who did this to you?”

Dark:

1. “You can’t escape me.”

2. “You will obey.”

3. “Be nice, it’s not bad here. I will take care of you but you have to listen.”

4. “Don’t worry, you will learn to love me.”

Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

— 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

— 𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 | 🔥

— 1.4𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Prompts: “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” / “You will obey.”

Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | ❤️

— 520 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Prompts: “Everything okay?” “I just really missed you.”

Steve comes home from his one-week mission

— 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️

— 1188 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Prompts: "Come on, grumpy face, this will be fun!"

You try to convince your best friend to go ice skating with you, which he agrees after you give him a bit more attention.

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You’re mine ❝part two❞

♡ Pairing: Dark!Max Burnett x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Max owns you now, and you are reminded just how broken you really are.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, angst, kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, stockholm syndrome

Italics are flashbacks

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

Part 3

To say she was proud of herself was an understatement, she was swift and structured. She knew she had been getting better, but she didn’t know she was this good.

Boots thumped against the sidewalk, fast and eager steps making their way back to the apartment.

Swinging the door open, she plopped the duffel onto the kitchen island.

Footsteps sounded from the bedroom, making her perk up, standing straighter.

“That was fast.” Max observed, looking her up and down, then moving his eyes to the duffel.

She nodded, clasping her hands together behind her back.

Max glanced at her, smiling in admiration. He ignored the duffel for now, walking over to her. Stopping until he was right in front of her, she still had yet to meet his eyes.

“Look at me.” He cooed, pushing her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his. “You can speak now.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she peered up into his intense gaze.

“I was in and out, quick and efficient just like you asked.” She told him, her eyes shooting down to his lips. “I hope you are satisfied.”

Max’s eyes were everywhere, studying every freckle, every new formed line in her skin. Licking his lips, he caught her stare there. Smirking arrogantly.

“I am very pleased. You did so good,” He whispered, his voice like honey, trapping her in a trance, “I’m so proud of you sweet girl.”

Her whole body tensed up, his word’s sending a tingling sensation down to her stomach. A rush of adrenaline flowed throughout her. She could feel her mind ringing alarm bells, but the warm feeling in her belly had her ignoring it.

Max noticed her frown, and leaned forward to place a kiss to the crease in between her brows, hoping to ease her worries.

“Don’t think sweet girl, just turn it off.”

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She lost count of how long she was kept in the dark, her imagination creating the illusion of monsters creeping closer to her. Could of been days, weeks, months, she’d grown used to the abyss, now she saw static instead of nothing.

Her stomach cramped again, but she didn’t seem to have enough energy for a reaction. She scrunched up her face, rubbing her shaking hand over her skin.

She wanted to stay strong, hoping that someone would notice she was missing. She almost cackled at the thought, she had nothing. No family, no friends, no real job. Just a dingy apartment with a fish, that she was sure was floating at the top of the bowl by now.

Her nose burned, and tears prickled at the corner of her eyes. She was jealous of the stupid fish, she only wishes she could be dead. Instead she was being kept prisoner by this sick, psychotic man. She wasn’t even sure if it was appropriate to call him a man, he was rather a spawn of satan.

The sound of someone coming towards the bolted door had her tensing up, trying to scoot backwards against the wall.

The door opened, the small beam of light burning her eyes. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited to adjust to the foreign concept of being able to see.

With sluggish movements, she craned her neck up, meeting eyes with the devils.

“You okay sweetheart?” Max softly asked her.

She was used to this now, he’d leave her in here for whoever knows how long. But when he came back, he would be sweet, and gentle. He’d be frantic wondering if she was okay, acting as her savior.

Her usual response was normally ‘eat shit’ or ‘go fuck yourself’ something she knew would tick him off, and it certainly did. He’d switch in a second from sweet to terrifying, just the thought had her shuttering.

But she couldn’t find it in herself to say anything, she was depressed and broken. She was starving, cold and deprived of touch. She was desperate for something… Anything.

She blamed it on the fact that he had come in when she was in a vulnerable state, wishing death. But she accepted his warmth, and she so suddenly craved it.

Her mind was racing with red, warning her of the danger. But her body had a mind of its own, and before she could stop herself, she was reaching out her hands in a grabby motion. Shocking Max at her change.

“Hold me please.” She whined, tears running down the sides of her cheeks.

Max’s eyes darkened at her breaking, and the sight of her tears had him adjusting himself.

“C’mere sweet girl.” He purred out, squatting down and opening his arms for her.

She crawled pathetically over to him, whimpering at the movement, her body almost lifeless.

Max had sat down all the way to the floor now, opening his legs as an invitation.

She crawled until she was snuggling into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap protectively around her frame. The feeling of his warm breath fanning her neck, her body erupted with goosebumps. She felt light and warm, his hands bringing her waves of tranquility when he drew random shapes on her back. She had half a mind to be disgusted, reject this man’s touch, she hated him.

Then why did she feel so safe?

Her body began to shake, violent sobs echoing throughout the horrid room. She pushed further into Max’s chest, trying to hide from this nightmare.

“Shhh, that’s it. I’ve got you.” Max whispered, wrapping his arms tighter around her shaking form.

“I-I wanna di- I just wanna—“ She sobbed, her words getting stuck in her throat, and when she tried again, she was interrupted.

“Hey hey, don’t think sweet girl. Don’t think.” He told her, pulling back so he could hold her face in between his hands.

She looked at him confused, unable to speak all of a sudden.

“Don’t think… Just turn it all off. I’ve got you now.” Max told her, and without having control over herself, she sagged back into him, staring off into space.

Max knew he had her now, she wasn’t going anywhere.

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She stared through him, eyes unfocused as she gets a flash of a memory.

Max watched her face morph into confusion, her chest rising and falling in a quick rhythm.

She focuses back on him, meeting his gaze with wide, lost eyes.

“I’m broken.” She muttered, almost coming out as a question.

Max palmed the side of her face, rubbing his thumb up and down her cheek.

“I’m afraid so.” He agreed, eyes focusing on his thumb moving up and down her cheek. Tilting his head side to side in fascination, watching himself smooth her skin.

She continued to peer up at him.

“You broke me.” She stated, watching his eyes snap to hers and slowly his smirk grew.

“Yes,” He cooed, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her closer, “And you loved every second of it, don’t fucking lie to me.”

Without hesitation, she licked her lips and fisted her hands in his shirt.

“I loved it.”

Max chuckled darkly, licking the tip of her nose, smirking when he elicited a faint gasp from her.

“I know sweet girl, I know.”

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You’re mine

♡ Pairing: Dark!Max Burnett x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Max watches you help the homeless one day, and wants to help. But Max has other plans.

♡ Warnings: violence, kidnapping

Part 2

Max had been watching her, studying her every move. He was drawn to her immediately, she seemed pure, good. She was the exact person he’d been looking for.

The day was winding down, he’d been sitting at a table outside of a small cafe. Keeping an eye on her from across the street. Since early this morning, she was helping the homeless. Supplying them with food, water. Even helping them a little extra, giving them money for a motel for a couple nights.

He’d been curious about the whole ordeal. Questions swarmed and burned at the back of his mind, wondering why she was doing any of it.

He was confident that she had no motive, just helping out those in need, out of the goodness of her heart.

Taking his leave, he noticed some baristas giving him a side eye. He’d been there for too long, frustrated at his slip up, he could only blame the girl for being so distracting.

Crossing the street, he walked up to her smoothly. Letting his steps be louder than necessary, to alert her his presence.

“I’m not going to lie, I’ve been watching you for awhile. All I gotta ask is why?” He asked her bluntly, watching her turn around and give him a questionable look.

“First of all, that’s creepy.” She spat, surprising him with the venom in her voice, “And second, why not?”

He was taken aback, expecting her to be sweet and flash him the warm smile he had previously seen.

“Seriously why? These people aren’t doing anything to help themselves.” He told her, wanting to see more of her sass.

“I think all they need is a little push into the right direction.“ She answered, not surprising him with her sunshine outlook.

“They should do it themselves.”

She furrowed her brows in disgust, looking him up and down with judgement.

“I’m sorry? Do you have nothing else to do with your pathetic life? Because I don’t need you to be judging mine.” She snapped, collecting her things from a spot on the concrete.

“M’not judging. Just curious.”

“Well, go be curious somewhere else. Preferably far away from me.” She muttered, moving to walk away.

Max shot his hand out, gently gripping her arm.

“Hey hey listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Just had a bad day.” He told her, releasing her arm and holding his hands to show he meant no harm.

She stayed silent, narrowing her eyes at his shitty apology.

“I think what you do is amazing.” He continued after noticing her silence.

“Really? You were sounding pretty judgmental back there.” She retorted, hinting earlier in the conversation.

“Like I said, I wasn’t judging you. Just curious is all.” He repeated, watching her defensive demeanor fade.

“Why?” She asked him, wondering why she was wasting her time talking to this stranger.

“Because I would like to help.” He told her, surprising her with the offer.

She shook off the bad feeling she was getting, realizing that this man was just trying to volunteer.

“Oh… I mean that’s great but, why didn’t you just start with that? Instead of sounding all creepy, which by the way— still creepy.” She asked, watching him smirk.

“Well, I was watching you. I wanted to see you in action, since I’m new to all this. Just trying to get a feel for it I guess.” He told her sheepishly, watching her frown in pity at his sudden nervousness.

“I understand. Well, I’d love for you to help. I’m (Y/n by the way.” She said, holding her hand out.

“Max. Lovely to meet you (Y/n).” He told her, connecting their hands with a firm shake.

“Well, I gotta go get some supplies from my car. You can help me carry.” She told him, leading the way.

The two walked in comfortable silence. She was enjoying his company, despite just meeting him. It felt nice to have someone help her out, otherwise she’d be alone.

Max on the other hand was eager. Although she was hard to win over at first, he played his part pretty well. He knew she’d soften up to him eventually. He just couldn’t believe how naive she was, trusting a stranger so quickly. He found it adorable.

Arriving at the car, she popped the trunk, showing the last of her items.

“I know it’s not much but, I had to pay rent and fix my car… I’m totally over sharing.” She said embarrassed by the end, scratching the back of her neck.

“Don’t worry about it, I can help buy supplies.” He suggested, reaching into his pocket, “W- Whats that way in the back?”

She grew confused, glancing back into the trunk of her car, leaning forward to see what he was talking about.

“What are yo—”

Before she could finish, a solid hit to the back of her head knocked her out.

Her body slumped forward, Max holding her up and hoisting her into the trunk.

“Silly girl.” He cooed.

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The first thing she felt when she came to was a throbbing on the back of her head, wanting to reach out to soothe the ache. Her hands were jolted back down, ties resisting her.

Confusion washed over her, and she glanced around the room, which was fairly nice. The sound of footsteps approaching had her looking up, seeing Max walk over with an unreadable expression.

One look at Max’s face and everything came back to her. Immediately her heart starting pounding, realizing the situation she was in.

“Max… W-Where am—”

“Where are you? My place.” He answered so nonchalantly.

She tried coming up with another question, but couldn’t get any more words out. Her were ears ringing, her pulse so fast she thought she was going to have a heart attack.

“Nothing to say? Where’d that fire go…” He asked teasingly, watching her panic, “Look, as soon as you’re ready, there’s lots we have to discuss.”

She broke the silence, letting out a half sob, half laugh.

Max watched her, roaming his eyes up and down her figure. She looked so alluring restrained, and it brought up some feral instinct within him.

“What the fuck do we have to talk about? You fucking kidnapped me you sick bitch!” She spat out, rage flooding within her.

Max waited patiently until she finished her little tantrum, licking his lips and walked closer, kneeling down in front of her. She flinched back at his close proximity.

“We have to talk about work, eventually. I’ll let you rest first.” He spoke softly to her, making her stomach roll in disgust at the sudden change in his demeanor.

“Work?” She asked hesitantly. She had to be dreaming, this couldn’t be happening.

“You work for me now. I own you.” He told her, holding her petrified gaze.

“O-Own me?” She whispered, her voice shaking.

“Yup,” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, “You’re mine.”

A/N: thank you @foreverrandomwritings for beta reading 🤍

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