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Roo's Birthday Bash 2025

🍰Lloyd-A-Palooza🍰

🎉Party Favours🎉

I will be giving out Party Favours! These will be ficlets of at least 300 words. I will be giving these out the week after my birthday (August 18 - 24)

How to get yours:

When this event is live, I will post a link for you to submit your requests.

Ficlets will be focused on birthday celebrations and Lloyd! You may send in a request in which you denote either of the following: a gift Lloyd would gift (we all know he’s the best gift of all so that’s a given) or somewhere or something he would take you to do on your special day.

Each person can request up to two.

🎁Birthday Gifts🎁

This is a mini-writing challenge! You all can give a birthday gift to everyone by writing a drabble, ficlet, or fic based on the prompts below. For this challenge, you’ll pick a nickname (we love Lloyd loves gifting those) and a dialogue prompt for inspiration.

Guidelines:

You must write for Lloyd Hansen!

You may submit up to three creations for this challenge.

You may write anything between fluffy and dark.

I will not accept stories including beastiality, animal abuse, minors/underage, body fluids (spit and cum are allowed), feet, or A/B/O.

Stories can range from 300 to 5000 words in length. Please hide anything over 500 under a ‘read more’ break.

Please include warnings if your story as dark if it includes dark elements.

Stories can be canon or AU.

Submissions are open as soon as this post goes up and will remain open until September 15 (a month after my birthday).

Prompts:

Nicknames

Sugar Tits

Sweet Cheeks

Sunshine

Kitten

Lollipop

Sweetie

Baby face

Toots

Honey Pie

Bean

Dolly

Peach

Cupcake

Boo Bear

Pookie

Dialogue

Can you do that again? I didn’t get a good enough look.

Damn, you suck off your husband/wife with that mouth?

You got a handful.

You’re so damn touchable.

Argh, that hurts. Do it again.

Let’s see how far we can take this.

You do that on purpose or do you just look like you need a good fucking.

Why go out for dinner when you got beef at home. It’s me. I’m the beef.

I just waxed the stache so why don’t you hop on the throne.

Spankings can go both ways, you know that?

Why would you do that? You know I don’t have any self-control.

I feel it deep down in my balls.

I’m hard in more ways than one.

Are you choking me right now? Tighter.

I’m not an asshole for no reason, you know that? They’re just all selfish reasons.

You keep crying like that and I might just do something.

I don’t know her. Or… I don’t remember her name. Something like that.

Nothing wrong with being a bottom.

Just touch me!

There isn’t a minute of the day when I’m not horny.

They want to kill me and I can’t blame them.

I’m a dangerous man. Dangerously sexy.

You’re acting like I’m such a bad guy. I could be much worse.

I should be mad right now but I’m just incredibly horned up.

You can spit in my face but insult the mustache? How dare.

Thank you all for getting involved! I’m so excited!

A special thanks to @stargazingfangirl18 for the suggestion!

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Drew Starkey Queer (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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THE 355 (2022) dir. Simon Kinberg ↳ Sebastian Stan as Nick Fowler

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David Corenswet in the making of Superman & Clark Kent

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been smiling a little too hard at pics of older men lately

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"situationship" bro you're pushing 30

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Happy 43rd Birthday to Sebastian Stan 😍🥰💜

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it’s sexy seabass’ birthday yall 🫦

missing his active instagram era like a mf

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I hate homelander HOWEVER, I need Antony Starr to put me through a mattress while he doms me

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Oh my god I gotta say I’m shock 😳 he never notice before or even how they met. Fact he has such faith in her and everything means something and she cried and instead of killing get he tried to care for her wow that’s crazy . 🤪 love this I wonder if SB would figure she told him or still try to blackmail her

The Big Secret (Homelander)

Description: Y/N holds a big secret from Homelander until she can’t anymore.

Word Count: 1,000

Request:Hey, could you write a Homelander x reader fic where the reader is a secret cam girl or stripper and HL finds out.

Y/N sighed as she walked into the club that she worked at. It was nearly 9 pm as she walked to the back of the club to get dressed. She was lying to everyone about what she did at this place. Friends and family think that she was a bartender but they would kill to know the sad truth. She was a stripper.

She slid down the pole every night and gave fat ugly guys lap dances for extra cash. She wasn’t scared of her friends and family’s reaction, it was her boyfriend who had yet to find the truth. She was scared shitless of Homelander finding out that she was lying. If he did know he was waiting to lash out at her. Why is she lying to him? She is ashamed of what she does and knows that he would look down upon her.

The crazy thing was that Homelander hadn’t figured out about her lies yet. He hadn’t had time to stalk her yet with everything going on. But little did she know that a certain somebody was in the club and they would expose the secret to him. Soldier Boy sat at the bar as he watched his son’s girlfriend dance and strip. He had met her once when he and Billy almost killed Homelander. She wasn’t anything special. That was clear as day to him as guys threw money at her. He smirked to himself as he thought of the sick reaction that his son would have.

He knew that she lied to him. She was introduced as his bartending girlfriend. She was doing way more than that right now. Ben pulled out his phone and snapped a few pics and videos of her. Without her knowledge that he was even there. Though the job was degrading she made a lot of money and that was what was important to her. The money. The last thing she wanted to do was rely on her boyfriend for everything.

Ben smirked as the perfect idea came into his head. Why make it such a surprise that he was there? Y/N sighed as she thought another fat ugly guy wanted a dance from her. As she walked through the door her jaw dropped at the smirking good looking guy. She knew him but from where? She walked over to him with caution as he smirked at her. “Where is it that I know you?” She asked as she stood in front of him, arm crossed. “You really don’t remember seeing this pretty face?” He gestured to his face.

She rolled her eyes. “Hey now I’m just surprised you don’t realize is all.” She stared at him for a good few seconds before it clicked. He was the fucking superhero that tried to kill her boyfriend. “YOU.” She nearly yelled and he laughed. “Good! Now that you remember me….Why are you lying to him?” “Why’s it matter to you? You hate him!” He agreed with her. “Sweetheart, he’s gonna kill you if he finds out and it’s gonna be epic.” “I didn’t even do anything to you!” She knew exactly what he was going to do.

He was going to blackmail her. “Here is the deal. You help me and The Boys with taking him down and I won’t show him the video.” He held up the phone and there was a video of her dancing on the pole. She sighed and he smirked at her again. 

She sat across from John at the dinner table and he could tell that something was wrong. She was barely eating and couldn’t even look him in the eyes as they talked. Keeping the secret was already hard but adding everything else was making it worse. “Are you okay?” She looked up at him. “Yeah why?” Her heartbeat increased, she was lying. His eyes narrowed at her.

She swallowed as he stared at her. She looked down at her food and began eating. “You do realize that I can tell when you’re lying, right?” He growled at her. “John.” His hand slammed on the table. “What are you hiding?” He yelled. “I-” “TELL ME!” He yelled again and she started crying. He rolled his eyes but lowered his voice. He hated seeing her cry. It pulled on what heart strings he had left. Or maybe he thought crying was for the weak. Though he did it.

“Y/N, what are you hiding?” He asked, no longer yelling. She swallowed and looked up at him. Her eyes filled with tears and her heart beating so fast. How would he look at her once he found out? Would he throw her out? Kill her even? “I uh” But it was hard to get it out. He motioned for her to spit it out. “I am a stripper.” She yelled. He sat back after her confession. He stared at her as she waited for him to be in disgust but it never came.

“Since when?” He asked. He wasn’t angry. “I’ve been one since before we started dating.” She whispered but he heard it. “What about bartending?” “I lied. I was scared that you would think so low of me and maybe even leave me.” He could tell that she was telling the truth. “You don’t even need to work with me.” He told her and it took everything in her not to roll her eyes.

She didn’t want to rely on him for anything. “I understand that but I like making my own money and not relying on anyone.” She tells him and though he doesn’t like that very much he doesn’t argue. “You’ll have to give me a private show.” He said and she looked at him surprised. “You aren’t mad?” She asked and he shook his head. “No. I mean don’t lie to me again.” There’s the threat. “But I expect to get a private dance.” She smiled a little at his response. But she forgot one thing. Soldier Boy and his plan.

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YOU'RE INVITED TO SEBASTIAN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!

To celebrate our favorite man turning 43, @buckybarnes82 and I compiled a list of 43 writing prompts that are real quotes Sebastian has said throughout the years. Some are funny, some heartfelt, some suggestive, etc.

Send either one of us a number or the quote to our ask box and we'll write a <1000 word one shot including the quote. We'll both be writing for characters played by our favorite man, Sebastian Stan!

When you send an ask please include:

the number of the prompt or the quote itself

the Sebastian Stan character you want

if there are certain topics/tropes you do or do NOT want included

any fun extra items - we're down to clown

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!

PROMPTS:

"Where's the fun in that? I'd rather earn it."

"News to me!"

"Well, well... fuck me well."

"If you wanna sit on it, you wanna be comfortable."

"Well, I gotta get in there."

"Oh my God, it's apple juice!"

"I definitely don't think I'm well."

"I can't wait for you to meet my fist."

"You just made me look like a real asshole."

"Let me ask you. What do you respond to?"

"The tighter the better."

"They called me the wiener soldier."

"I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day."

"I can't even handle ants... what does that say about me?"

"I love pistachos. Cashews are my favorite though."

"I wanted to cry today so this will be good."

"Thank God I don't have Twitter and this is why!"

"Vitamin D - very important."

"It's making my heart rate go really high."

"See you at the club."

"I kinda stopped living like twenty minutes ago."

"I dropped my almonds."

"Can't even walk through a metal detector."

"I'm going to say it's manly, but it has heart and guts - heart, guts... and balls."

"All I can say is... freedom tastes bright! Finally I am free!"

"I need security to keep that man away from me."

"I've actually had people, like, telling me that I need to smile because they think my resting face is like 'I wanna kill you' face."

"Women have more balls than men."

"I love you to the moon and stars, my precious little one."

"Is anybody out there? Hello?"

"Can I have a hot dog with extra mustard?"

"It's carbohydrates! You need carbohydrates to run! To run in the park!"

"I was having panic attacks."

"I just discovered that there's an emoji for it!"

"It is a three spritz situation."

"This is a book that's been around for a really long time. It's very popular among stoics."

"It's essential that you have a pair of sunglasses that, you know, work!"

"I like glasses that have lenses sometimes, like colorful lenses."

"It's kinda like Listerine, but for the face."

"It was at a vintage store. It was just amazing because it was in such great condition."

"Just say it. Please just say it."

"Goodnight and good luck."

"I'm a pretty confident karaoke singer."

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“I don’t watch movies. They’re a waste of time. But I gave you the impression that I did. And that’s what we’re gonna do with you. We’re gonna give people the impression that you’re somebody that you’re not.”

Sebastian Stan as Max Burnett in SHARPER (2023)

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Ryan Gosling as Ryland Grace PROJECT HAIL MARY 2026 — dir. Phil Lord, Christopher Miller

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Oh nope don’t like her and why didn’t he offend her phonies

Mr. Holmes’ Maid (6)

Summary: You’re his maid.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader

Warnings: angst, power imbalance, master-servant relationship, the reader was an orphan, inappropriate behavior, fluff, light oral (fem rec), bitchy Irene

Mr. Holmes’ Maid (5)

Mr. Holmes’ maid masterlist

It’s the ultimate sin. Your downfall. An unforgiving lapsus. But…it feels so good.

Sherlock helped you straddle his face. He wanted to give you unbeknownst pleasure, and he did keep up on that promise.

He guided your movement, helping you grind against his face. His tongue, that sinful muscle, was buried deep with your untouched petals. He moved it back and forth, flicking the little nub you never dared to touch yourself.

“M-aster,” you gasped and moaned like Mabel did all those years ago. You closed your eyes, and let the sin swallow your whole being. The seamstress was right. Sherlock will be your downfall. “Sherlock…I…oh heaven help me…that’s not right.”

He purred against your bared cunt, drinking your sinful juices, stilling his thirst. Your fingertips dug into the expensive chaise lounge, grounding you to this world as your body shattered under Sherlock’s touch.

“Oh…oh…oh my…beloved master,” you whimpered his name, along with a few cuss words you learned from Mabel at the orphanage. Sherlock didn’t stop. He kept on sucking and licking your overstimulated cunt. He only let up when you begged him to stop.

Sherlock helped you lie on his chest, and you fell asleep – tangled in each other. Your sins still lingering on your skin.

The next morning, the world didn’t change much. You were taking care of your daily duties while Sherlock hid in his study to work on a case. He scrunched up his nose while reading his notes.

“Master, do you want some tea?” You asked, worried last night’s activities changed things for the worse.

“No, maid,” he softly replied. His eyes fixated on your face, he watched you clean the shelves. “You should have a rest.” Smirking, he pointed at the chaise lounge. “You didn’t sleep much last night.”

Your face heated up once again, and you dropped your gaze, giggling. “I have duties to fulfill, master. I’ll—” You tried to ignore the tingling in your lower half when a knock stopped you from saying the things stuck in your mind.

“Were you expecting someone, master?” you asked, unprepared for another visit of his brother or, even worse, the horrid man touching you.

“No,” he replied quickly, rising from his chair. He strode to the door, wanting to answer it himself. Sherlock didn’t want you to face another unwanted intruder. He waltzed out of the room to open the door.

“You’re answering the door yourself?” A woman asked, making you gasp. The voice, you knew it. Back then, when you started working for Master Sherlock, you heard her more than once. Irene Adler – she was his confidant and lover for a while.

“Irene Adler,” Sherlock muttered, his voice sharp. Your master didn’t sound pleased with her presence, but she ignored the jab in his voice and sidestepped Sherlock to enter his home.

“Holmes,” she said, her voice ever so sweet, her gaze moving past him to settle on you standing in the hallway. “I see you kept the clumsy one.” Irene snapped, making you cower. Years back, you stumbled and poured hot tea over Sherlock because Irene tripped you. She’s a vicious person.

Sherlock’s jaw tightened, at her words. “What brings us the honor of your presence?”

“Always so sharp,” she replied, patting his cheek. “That’s why I like you so much, Sherlock. A sharp mind hidden in the body of a Greek god.”

You wrinkled your nose at her words, not liking how she looked at your master. He tensed but didn’t say a word.

Irene moved gracefully yet purposefully as she entered the study, without asking. Her beautiful crimson gown brushed against your simple dress, making you feel small and worthless next to her.

“So, why did you keep her?” She asked, glancing at you for a second before looking around the study. “Is she more than a maid to you? I heard the nights get lonely in London.”

“She’s my maid. Nothing more,” Sherlock replied curtly, making you wince. Of course, you’ll only ever be his maid. You already knew that.

Irene smirked when she looked at you again. “A maid shouldn’t stare at her master and his guest. Tea maid. Now!” She ordered you around, just like the last time she was around.

Sherlock’s features hardened looking at Irene, but you missed it. You left the study to return to your former life – the life of a maid. Now that Irene was back, Sherlock didn’t need you any longer.

“I’ve come about a case. A cruel one, and it’s said it’s an unsolvable case. That might even pick your interest, Holmes,” she said while eying him up and down. “And maybe, we can continue where we stopped last time…”

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Okay yup this is 100000000000/10 good huh what this investigation what is it and damn this was good way they eve each other huh I love it I wonder what his plans are w her tho

Mr. Holmes’ Maid (5)

Summary: You’re his maid.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader

Warnings: angst, power imbalance, master-servant relationship, the reader was an orphan, inappropriate behavior, fluff, masturbation (male), handjob, light blowjob (just the tip)

Mr. Holmes’ Maid (4)

Mr. Holmes’ maid masterlist

Mr. Holmes came home late every night for a week. He spent much time at the police station and the library. Since his brother’s visit, your master seemed to be restless. Something kept him on his toes, and you didn’t know how to help him.

“Master,” you entered his study to offer tea and biscuits to him. Sherlock was hiding in the room for hours, and you slowly grew restless. Worried about your master’s well-being. “I have tea for you. You need a break.”

“My dear maid,” he hastily said, and put some papers he was reading away. “Always so thoughtful.” He walked toward the door to close it behind you, to make sure you won’t leave. “I was worried about you too. You didn’t eat enough lately.”

“I was worried about you, Master Holmes.” He smiled at that and guided you toward the chaise lounge at his study.

“Sit, get comfortable, Y/N,” he said, leaving no room for arguments as he took the tray out of your hands to place it on the small coffee table. The only piece of furniture not covered in books and papers. “I’m sorry for my absence. I was invested in an…”

“Investigation?” You offered, earning a chuckle.

“Your mind is sharp,” he said and sat next to you. “I’m happy your tongue is not. You’re so sweet and kind.” You felt warm having his gaze on you. “I have missed you dearly, sweet maid.” Sherlock leaned closer to kiss your temple.

“I have missed you too, master.” You gasped loudly at your slip of the tongue. “I-I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Sherlock was quick to grab your hand to press a chaste kiss on your skin. “Don’t be,” he said and kissed your hand again. “We should have tea now. Let me get a second cup while you get comfortable.”

You nodded obediently. Arguing with your master was out of the question. If he wanted you to drink tea with him, you’d gladly join him. Even if you felt shame creep into your heart.

Maybe the friendly seamstress was right. A man like Sherlock, a bachelor and wealthy man of good standing, cannot want anything from you but what’s between your legs.

He returned as fast as he left, another cup in his large hand. Sherlock sat next to you, as close as possible, to fill your cup with tea. His thigh brushed against yours.

Again, the seamstress’s words crossed your mind. He would never treat a lady of his stand like this. Sherlock would never sit so close to one of the fine dames you always admired and envied in secret.

“Maid don’t be shy,” he murmured. “Please drink your tea and eat some biscuits. I’m not very hungry. Soon this case will be closed, and I can…” Sherlock shook his head. He couldn’t give away what he was investigating. You’d be scared if you knew.

“Master.” You took the cup out of his hands and thanked him. Sherlock watched you sip the tea, a content smile on his lips. “It’s very good. You should try it too.”

“I will,” he said and grabbed one of the biscuits. “How was your day, Y/N? Did you enjoy the silence and solitude, or did you miss me?” His voice was rougher than usual as he cupped your face with one large hand. It was warm on your face, and you closed your eyes, sighing at the gentle touch. “Hmm… I’ve missed your kindness, too, sweet maid.”

His other hand joined the other to frame your face, holding you in place. You were too lost in his touch to recognize Sherlock leaned closer until it was too late.

You squeaked, and the cup slipped out of your hands, feeling his lips on yours. Your heart began to race, and you didn’t know how to react. His tongue swiped over your untouched pillows, exploring what no man before him dared to claim.

“My sweet maid,” he murmured and deepened the kiss. One of his hands dropped so he could sling his arm around your waist to easily guide you into his lap.

Your mind was fighting a battle against your heart. Denying Sherlock was what you should have done. Instead, you let him push his tongue past your lips to join yours in your mouth.

Something grew against you, and it wasn’t his hunger for more than holding you in his arms.

You weren’t experienced, but not unaware of the nature of sex. Growing up at the orphanage taught you a few things about the union of men and women.

When you turned fourteen, you watched one of the elder girls give herself to a man for money.

Mabel eagerly spread her legs to let him take what should’ve never been his. You hated and envied the girl for being so brave and fierce to demand pleasure from him.

She scratched his back, and slapped his naked ass, telling him how to satisfy her.

Every so often, her face haunts your dreams lately. She was a beautiful red-haired girl, with the greenest eyes you ever saw. Sadly, she ended up in one of the brothels. One of the nuns told you so when you left the orphanage like Mabel did before you. She warned you to not follow her lead.

“Y/N,” he growled against your lips, eager to claim what he wanted for so long. Sherlock hissed and parted with a pout on his lips. “Not yet. I cannot bring shame over you.”

“M-aster,” you breathlessly replied. Your eyes glassy, you stared at him, unable to think or speak. You were breathing hard, and to your shame, your undergarment was soaked with your own juices.

“You’re going to be mine one day,” he said and nodded to himself. “But I’m not an animal feasting on an innocent lamb.” He smirked at that and pressed his lips to yours once again. “I promise to make you an honest woman.”

That night, Sherlock led you to your bedroom and bid you goodnight. He excused himself and almost ran back to the study.

Your heart was still beating out of your chest because the taste of his lips still lingered. You giggled like a schoolgirl before closing the door to your room.

Long after you changed, you heard odd noises coming from the study. You heard Sherlock call your name, along with curses and what sounded like wounded noises.

You sat up on the bed, gasping loudly. Your master was in pain, and you dared to fall asleep.

After you swiftly left the bed, you ran toward the door, and along the hallway to enter the study without knocking.

What you saw took your breath away. Sherlock was settled on the chaises lounge, his eyes closed. His lips parted as he moved his hand up and down his erect manhood.

Your eyes rounded, and you wanted to turn around and leave the room. That was until your name fell from his lips.

“Y/N, my sweet maid,” he cursed and gripped himself tighter. “Sweet, innocent…I can’t…” Sherlock sounded like he was in pain. You needed to do something, anything to help him ease the pain.

You heard from Mabel that sometimes, manhood can hurt a man if he doesn’t find release for a long time.

“Master,” you murmured and crouched down next to the chaise lounge.

Mabel let you watch her touch the man. You always hid in the shadows, the man unaware of your presence.

Closing your eyes you try to recall what she did one night. She had her hand tight around the man’s manhood and moved it like Sherlock up and down. Mabel cooed gentle words and the man moaned her name loudly.

“Sherlock,” you said and grabbed his wrist to stop him from touching himself. His eyes fell open, and he looked at you, shock coloring his features as you crawled onto the chaise lounge and straddled his long legs.

“Maid…I…this isn’t…” He tried, but you were mesmerized by the sight of his large and thick manhood. The man Mabel met wasn’t as long or thick. He was small and could never compare to Sherlock’s shaft. “What are you doing?”

Sherlock hissed when you moved your hand to his manhood, gripping him tightly, but not hard enough to hurt.

“I’ll help,” you replied and slowly started to move your hand. “You’re in pain and need me, master. Only me.” Your eyes showed something else than innocence that night. A small smile crossed your face, watching his mouth fall open as you started to pump him harder. “You shouldn’t touch it. This is my duty.”

“What? I would never…” He threw his head back feeling your lips wrap around the tip. “Lord please have mercy. I cannot resist.”

“Mabel showed me this,” you proudly said and wrapped your lips tightly around the tip. Your tongue swirled over the tip while you slowly ran your hand up and down, up and down.

“Maid, Y/N…my love…oh…you can’t….I’ll ruin you,” he whined and groaned with every swirl of your tongue. “I can’t…I can’t…” Sherlock chanted as you continued pleasuring him. “I…I’m going to…fuck…”

You felt him twitch for a second before a warm and sticky liquid hit the back of your throat. Sherlock’s eyes widened as you released him to swallow his seed.

“Maid…oh…heaven help me…” He stared at you, wide-eyed but curious. “How…where did you learn…what?”

“Oh,” your cheeks heated up as you carefully cleaned Sherlock’s manhood with the sleeve of your nightgown, “there was this girl at the orphanage. Her name was Mabel, and she was a…”

“I see,” Sherlock said, hoping you didn’t sell yourself to men too.

“She let me watch,” you explained. “I never…I wouldn’t…” You shook your head. “Mabel said I must learn that women hold power over men. She did this to her friend and he felt better. Do you feel better now, master?”

He swallowed thickly at your innocent question. You looked like an angel but touched him like a whore.

“Maid, I—” He didn’t bring it over him to tell you what you did was wrong. Sherlock grabbed you by your waist to bring you into his lap. “Yes, so much better. Now that you helped me,” he purred and laid back down. “I want you to feel better, too. Get on my face…”

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The song of my life rn

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I just he so cute and ( looks both aways ) I smell some sweet romance 🥰 between Bucky and his affair w the florist eeee and the frank shout out ahhhh I love it so I’m in love w it so much . The cute talks they share that’s so sweet I still feel bad for her what she dealt w but Steve being there I love it idc if he dark he steamy to me oh la la. I wonder if she be game about the fake marriage aka real one we both know Steve was ready to go on one knee as soon as he saw her and Sam SAM PROTECT OUR GIRL AS BUNCH AS POSSIBLE

The contract (5)

Summary: Steve wants your brother to sweeten the deal.

Pairing: Soft Dark Mafia!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: angst, scared/shy reader, mentions of past physical abuse/violence against the reader (not Steve), injured/hurt/traumatized reader, mafia au, mentions of past character’s death, soft dark Steve, fluff, talk about stabbing

A/N: Yes, we are talking about Frank Castle from No exceptions in this chapter.

Catch up here: The contract (4)

The contract masterlist

The food Steve ordered was more than delicious. After the first bite, you knew it was the best you ever had.

He was silently watching you, asking if you wanted more or needed help.

This time, you didn’t remain silent. You asked him for help and thanked him after he cut the food for you and refilled your glass.

Steve shrugged and sat back down. It was nothing to him, but this simple gesture of kindness meant the world to you.

“Do you like the food?” Steve asks, still watching every move you make. “Do you want more? I can order more?”

You shake your head, afraid you might burp if you answer his question.

“Y/N, I need you to talk to me. I know this is hard, and you’re not used to people asking for your opinion, but help me here,” Steve almost pleads as you look at him, still the same fear in your eyes.

“It was very good, but,” you moan and rub your belly. “I can’t eat more. If I do, it will end badly. Thank you for ordering what I like. It’s been a while since I had this menu.”

Steve chuckles. He appreciates that you try to talk to him more. It’s only been a few hours since he bought you from your brother and took you away from your old life. Steve knows you will need more time to adapt. He can only hope you will open up to him more with time.

“What about dessert?” He presses on, not letting you get away with not eating the fruit salad he ordered for you. “There must be some space left for fresh fruits.”

“Umm…fruits.” You glance at the fruit salad Steve shoves toward you. It looks delicious, but you are already sated and can’t eat more. “I don’t know if I can eat more.”

Steve immediately senses your distress. You want to make him happy, but you can’t eat more. “We can put it in the fridge and have some fruit for breakfast. It won’t go to waste.”

“I like fruits for breakfast.” Your eyes shine when you tell Steve about another ritual you and your mother had. Pancake surprise. Your mom would put a secret ingredient into a pancake. Whoever got the pancake would win a little prize.

“That’s a nice memory,” Steve softly replies, smiling as you shared a precious memory with him. “My mom used to make the worst pancakes ever to exist.” He smiles fondly when you look at him with interest. “Uh—she was a wonderful mother but couldn’t cook to save her life.”

You giggle when he tells you that her pancakes were raw or burned. “I like cooking, but—” you drop your eyes and sniffle, “I haven’t been allowed to cook since Mom is gone. They believed I’d burn down the house or something.”

“You can cook whenever you want in my kitchen. I’m not much of a cook, but I can make pancakes and smaller dishes. I learned to cook when I was a teen,” he offers with a cracked smile. “I had to grow up fast after my parents died in an accident.”

“That sounds hard.” You instinctively reach out to touch his hand but stop yourself. Pulling your hand away before it can touch Steve, you murmur an apology. Your brother hated it when you tried to comfort him after his father, and later his mother, passed away. “Losing both at the same time.”

Steve scoots closer with his chair to take your hand, squeezing it gently. “You lost your family, too. Having your mother ripped away by these monsters.” He shakes his head. “I cannot imagine what you must’ve been through. And then you lost your father.”

“Maybe you’ll think I’m heartless, but I didn’t feel much losing my father. He mostly ignored me. If he recognized my existence, it always ended badly. I lost my mom. His wife and my half-brother hated me even more, and then…” You sniffle. “After he dragged me into his world, he died, and I was alone again.”

Steve and you sit in comfortable silence for a while. He looks at you, eyes searching for any sign of distress.

You yawn, trying to blink the tiredness away. It’s been a long and exhausting day.

“Crap, you must be tired,” Steve curses under his breath. “Look at the time. I’m sorry for keeping you awake for so long. You should get some rest now. I’ll bring you to your room.”

“You already know about the bathroom next to your room. If you want to watch TV, you can use the remote control on the nightstand.”

You cock your head and look around the room for a TV. “There’s no TV in here?” You wonder, looking at Steve. “Do you mean in the living room?”

“Oh, no,” he laughs at the confused look on your face. “If you press this button,” he points at the remote control, “the TV will appear out of nowhere. It’s magic.”

“They sell magic TVs now?” You giggle at his playfulness. “I didn’t know.”

“You can have a tablet and a new phone. I’ll let Jensen set everything up for you by tomorrow. If you need anything else, please add it to the list on the nightstand. I only added basic things.”

“A toothbrush,” you murmur. “I forgot it at the house.”

Steve nods, but his heart aches once again. You called your former home ‘the house,’ not home. “I can get you a new one right now. If you have any preferences when it comes to mouth hygiene, tell me so.”

“Nothing too fancy.” You shrug. “A toothbrush and toothpaste are enough. I don’t need much.”

“Doll,” Steve calls you by his chosen nickname for you again, and you feel warm. “You are at our home now. I want you to have everything you need, and even more important, what your heart desires. So, if you want a pink toothbrush with diamonds that plays Taylor Swift songs, you will get it.”

“You know Taylor Swift?” You gasp. “Really? I didn’t take you for someone listening to pop music or country.”

“You don’t know much about me…yet. We will get to know each other better, I promise. For now, all you need to know is that you are safe with me and that you can have everything you want. No need to hold back.”

He carefully pats your head. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you reply, a little louder this time.

Steve walks toward the door, telling you to come to him if you need anything. He suddenly stops and looks over his shoulder, grinning.

“And just so you know, I shake every nasty comment or bad vibe off.”

You snort-laugh as he walks out the door. Who would’ve thought Steve Rogers could be funny?

“I need everything, and I need it now,” Steve sternly says. He looks at the footage of your brother sneaking around his territory again, shaking his head. “He’s like a dog looking for a bone to chew on.”

Bucky yawns loudly and rubs his tired eyes. He barely arrived home when Steve called him to come back. “I hope this is getting more interesting. You know, she will be pissed because I left her right when it got interesting!”

“I don’t want to know about your little affair with that florist!” Steve grunts. “This is serious, Bucky. Not hours after we signed the contract, he came to my territory, uninvited. That’s a breach of contract and all of my rules.”

“Fuck him.” Bucky is beyond pissed. He was close to getting some love from the woman he’s been courting for months, even. “I’ll just stab him in the face.”

“I second that,” Brock finally speaks up. He was listening to Steve and Jensen for over an hour and slowly got antsy. “I wanted to take him down for months. You came up with this stupid plan to infiltrate his house, only to come home with a girl, not Jason’s head.”

“The plan changed at the last minute,” Sam is quick to jump in. “We checked on the security, and there were more armed guards than we originally thought. It would’ve been a suicide mission.”

“Oh…” Brock dips his head to watch Steve check on another monitor, the one showing the bedroom you are residing in. “And getting your hands on his sister was a better plan?”

“Half-sister,” Steve corrects. He turns around to explain the situation to Brock. The brunette nods and scrunches up his nose, hearing what you had to endure.

“Okay, now I want to stab him in the face even more,” Brock grumbles. “We are bastards, but for fuck’s sake, we are not goddamn bastards abusing women.”

“Who votes for stabbing Jason in the face?” Bucky asks, lifting his metal arm. “Come on, you all want me to do it.”

“If anyone ends this man, it’s me,” Steve snaps at his friend. “He hurt my woman. She’s black and blue. Her ribs and arm are broken, and I don’t want to know what else he did to her over the years. I will end him myself, slow and painful, but without making anyone suspicious. He’s not a shark; still, he has friends in the right positions, covering the murders and his abusive nature.”

“He’s a guppy,” Brock snickers, but his features harden, remembering everything Steve told him tonight. “You’re not wrong. Even the tiniest dog can bite. We need to come up with a better plan than stealing his sister.”

“A wedding?” Bucky looks up from his phone. “You know, if you are about to marry Y/N, her lovely brother cannot stay away from the wedding. Especially if his new business partner and the guy with the biggest balls in New York invites him.”

“That’s not the worst idea you ever had.” Steve furrows his brows, thinking about Bucky’s idea. “There will be only our security team protecting the bride and the guests. No weapons are allowed. Jason will deliver himself on a silver plate, and I’ll offer his head to Y/N as a wedding gift.”

“Whoa…whoa!” Sam raises his hand to protest. “Do you know anything about the girl? You can’t just marry her after knowing her for a day.”

“Did you ever hear about a fake wedding?” Bucky deadpans. “We only want him to come unarmed and alone. We don’t want to storm his home with guns aimed like some vultures. His partners wouldn’t like to hear Steve Rogers attacked Jason Y/L/N without a reason.”

“Hmm…” Sam doesn’t like the plan. “What about Y/N? She’s already so scared. I don’t think it’s a good idea to get her involved in all of this.”

Steve looks at the monitor again, watching your chest rise and fall. He dips his head, wondering how you’d look in a wedding dress. “I should get a ring and talk to Y/N. I’ll explain everything to her. She will be free of him forever.”

“I still hate this plan,” Sam huffs and sits down. “We should just shoot his brains out. What about Frank? He loves to shoot people, doesn’t he?”

“He’s out of business,” Bucky mutters. “Found true love or shit in a bakery.” He huffs while staring at his phone. “At least that’s what Murdock said last time we talked.”

“Jensen, I want you to check every camera. Find anything about Jason.” Steve orders. “For everyone else, we will lay low for now. Y/N is still in danger. The contract is not legal, and we all know it. I’ll fill her in and ask her to play along. This will take some time. I need to earn her trust first.”

“Alright,” Brock cracks his neck. “If this plan doesn’t work out, I vote for Bucky to stab him in the face…”