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They're loyal and secretive, but some gossip always slips out.

Not me saying, "Maybe they don't fear you enough?" while my ass is still on fire.

The conflict between wanting to be a classy, no nonsense mafia queen and being a bratty, spoiled mafia princess 😔

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For public a queen, a brat for him 🤭

The conflict between wanting to be a classy, no nonsense mafia queen and being a bratty, spoiled mafia princess 😔

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The conflict between wanting to be a classy, no nonsense mafia queen and being a bratty, spoiled mafia princess 😔

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Reading mafia romance series and struggling to accept the fact the author who created one of the best mafia men (Nino Falcone) also wrote one of the most annoying and disappointing men (his brother, Savio). If there ever was a man (though really an immature boy) undeserving of the main female character, Savio is one of top five.

It also made me wonder if my readers think any of my mafia men are undeserving. Then I quickly answered that question myself - TTD Steve 🤣

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Grave danger

summary: You're inwardly celebrating a small (if bloody) victory when someone unexpected applauds you. However, his praise may also be your doom.

The ending implies two possible babes to choose from, so it can be considered a choose your own man ending (or don't choose, hoe with both).

warnings: generally this is a crackfic 😆; mention of killing and burying a dead body; promising dark threats;

word count: 1k

Author's Note: This is my birthday gift to @stargazingfangirl18 ❤️🎁 a part of Siri's Shameless Hoe Birthday Bash. A short crackfic with elements of potential dark romance lurking at the end. Also, I used this opportunity to make a little dream come true for me and @thezombieprostitute and make Siri laugh when she realizes what I've done 🤭

I used prompts: wrong place,wrong time / meet!oops + “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” + mob enforcer/mercenary babe

While you enjoyed the air of mystery and occasional artistic gothic vibe, you'd never imagined yourself as someone feeling immense joy at being at the cemetery.

Yet, here you are.

In the middle of the night, in the far end of the cemetery, grinning from ear to ear while standing over a fresh grave.

Your arms ache and some blisters are forming on your palms already, despite wearing gardening gloves, but you hold that shovel in your hands proudly. 

You did that! You finally did it!

Well, Zee helped a lot with the main part, but then fled when it came to the burying part. Still, you are grateful that you and Zee managed to join forces to save your brainwashed friend from the clutches of the monster she claimed loves her. 

And honestly? You thought killing someone like that prick would be much harder, considering his reputation and connections.

Perhaps, it would be if he saw any of you as a threat. If you were men, he’d get rid of you just for the audacity of being near to your friend, whom he treated like a personal possession. But as women, to a man like him you were flies - a little annoying, but unable to pose any danger. 

You proved him wrong.

A part of you wishes you could bring him back to life, just to see his face upon the fact you and Zee got him. It'd be almost as satisfying as throwing dirt onto his corpse.

Andy Barber killed by two women.

You would love to put that on his gravestone, but unfortunately for him, he'll be left to rot with some poor soul freshly buried in that spot. It bothers you a little, since no one deserves to spend an eternity under that gaslighting, abusive dick, but it was easier to open a fresh grave. That way no one will even notice the earth was moved and in a few weeks a slab of stone will cover the spot. 

You sigh, contented, as you finish piling the soil. Now all you need is to move the flower wreaths closer as it was right after the funeral, then get back home for a deserved shower and a good day of sleep. 

Slow clapping freezes you in place, however.

There should be no clapping, no human sounds whatsoever, in the cemetery. Not at this time, when you were sure you’re here alone. 

You turn around, scared of coming face to face with some monster straight from a horror story. Because what else should you expect in the middle of the night in this place? Another woman burying a piece of shit of a man? 

Your monster has the form of a man. Clad all in black, aside from the shiny gold wristwatch that potentially costs more than your whole apartment. He even has black gloves on his hands. 

Hands that are holding a gun. 

He’s sitting on one of the gravestones; his long legs stretched out in front of him, ankles hooked one over the other. 

“I considered offering to help you, Sunshine-” his lips curl into a smirk that tilts the left side of his mustache- “but you seemed to be actually enjoying the shoveling. Gotta admire a woman at work.”

“Who are you?” You narrow your eyes, glaring at him, and curl your hands tighter around the shovel’s handle. “What do you want?” 

“Name’s Lloyd, cupcake. And what I wanted was the part you already did.” He chuckles, nodding toward the grave behind you. 

Instantly, you know he means killing Barber. 

A man like him wouldn’t need to hide that dead body in a fresh grave to cover the tracks. No, a man like him would kill Andy out in the open and walk out, possibly leaving a trail of bodies behind him if needed. 

“My boss was done with Barber’s bullshit.” Lloyd says casually, as if he’s talking about some office work. “So he sent me to get rid of the problem. Imagine my surprise when I saw you and your friend do the job for me.”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughs and stands up, “I watched the whole thing. It was really entertaining. I gotta admit, Barber was even dumber than I thought for underestimating you. For a pair of determined amateurs, I’d say you did a really good job, Cupcake.” 

Heart hammers in your chest, accelerating with every slow step he takes towards you. He keeps the gun low, at his thigh, but it doesn’t change the fact he has a weapon and could shoot you any second! 

When you move the shovel in front of you, both hands gripping it tightly, Lloyd tuts at you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Veiled in a soft coo, but it’s a threat nonetheless. 

You squeak, eyes widening, as he lifts the hand holding the gun and taps one of your hands with the muzzle. You drop the shovel instantly. 

It’s one thing to kill Andy Barber after working on a whole plan to do it, but facing an armed man - who possibly is some mob hired killer - is a completely other thing. Besides, while Andy annoyed you and scared you with how easily he turned your friend into a victim of abuse, Lloyd puts a different kind of fear in you. 

“No need to shiver,” he says in a way that shows he actually loves the fact you tremble. 

“You deserve a reward for taking out the garbage.” Lloyd lowers the gun, but lifts his other gloved hand to trace a finger along your cheek. “I’d happily spoil you for the entertainment you provided, Cupcake. But I think my boss might be interested in meeting you.”

His smirk spreads into a wolfish grin as his hand moves to cup your chin, which he grips a tad tighter and tilts your face up.

“Mhmm, yes, you’ll be a delicious addition to Rogers’ breakfast.” 

You don’t like the wording he chooses, nor the dark glint in his eyes suggesting he might be more entertained watching whatever that scary boss does to you. 

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You know I'm always weak hoe for soft dark and then you piled Steve on top of it?! 🫠🥵

I feel like with him, even if I noticed certain patterns, I'd still happily transform into a cute obedient housewife for him. Because he'd make it worth it.

I mean, I'm pretty sure being filled and leaking Steve's cum is extra motivating to do all baking and cooking and all 🤭

Most likely to ____ slowly and very subtly transform you into a sweet housewife?

Oh. This is giving me thots 👀 I'm not sure if you meant for this to ring soft!dark, but it totally is in my mind, just a smidge. You'll also be thrilled to learn that I instantly thought of Steve for this 😌 But a very specific Steve!!!

This is our jaded daddy, Endgame!Steve (and maybe this is an AU, so there is no reversing the snap). He's given up a lot, lost even more, and not just friends and allies but the battle of his life. It took a long time for him to even make an effort to really live again, but when he met you, it's like the dark clouds parted and he saw the sun for the first time in years.

Needless to say, Steve is never letting you go, sunshine.

And I don't think at first he has any intention to turn you into his doting housewife, but it just kind of happens naturally as your relationship progresses. Because not only does Steve treat you well, but you're so soft for him after everything he's been through, and you just tend to overdo it on the caretaking sometimes, but he loves it.

And starts to encourage it...

"Oh, Steve, it's so cute!" you gush as your fingers trail over the white vintage apron with little apples and pears dotting the fabric.

"I saw it in the window of that thrift shop on 10th street and instantly thought of you," Steve replies. "Try it on."

"It is perfect timing," you grin as you tug at the tie behind your back of the apron you were already wearing since you were in the middle of baking some cookies.

Steve's eyes shine with this tenderness that makes your cheeks warm, and you find yourself dropping your gaze--a little overwhelmed, in a good way--as you remove the apron and swap it for the new!old one.

Completely missing the feral light that sparks to life in Steve's eyes as the new apron hugs your curves and you just paint the prettiest picture standing before the kitchen isle with baking supplies all around you.

"How's it look?" you ask, smoothing your hands over the apron before glancing up at Steve.

"Perfect," his voice has a husk to it that has your eyes going wide.

A beat later, you squeak as he suddenly steps close, sweeping you up against him and pinning you to the counter.

"Steve!"

"Sorry, just can't help myself, sweetheart, you're so pretty and sweet," he groans before cradling your face with one of his big hands and kissing away your response.

And if you don't get back to baking your cookies for a good long, while after, and you do so while still leaking Steve's cum...

Well, neither of you are complaining about it.

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Honestly, that sounds like a perfect celebration 🫠❤️

Cackled at the "your cock isn't a dessert it's a whole meal" bit 😂 It sure makes you feel so full 😏🤭

Whatever You Want

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to give you whatever you want for your birthday.

Word Count: Over 1.6k

Warnings: Established relationship, talk of explicit sexual content (oral sex, unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it), humor, feels, insecurities, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Inspired by a sweet nonnie. I feel a bit rusty since work has weight so heavily on me, so I hope this is okay. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was quiet in the living room as Bucky read his book, occasionally looking up so he could gaze at you. You had your laptop in your lap and your fingers flew across the keyboard at a speed that made him think you had some inhuman abilities. The corner of his lips tugged when you stopped typing, your brows pinched. It was adorable watching you concentrate.

“You know, your birthday’s tomorrow.”

A dramatic groan echoed in the room when your head fell back and he had to smother his laugh. “Please, don’t remind me,” you begged.

“Why not? We need to celebrate,” he said.

You shot him a glare, which only made him smile in return. “Not worth celebrating.”

That grumpy look you loved appeared and he slowly shook his head. To you, your birthday was just another day. To him, it was a day to celebrate the most amazing person he had the honor of knowing. More than that, he had the privilege of being the one you chose to build a life with. How could he not celebrate tomorrow and every day?

“We have to do something to celebrate. Doesn’t have to be a big production or anything over the top,” he said, shutting his book so he could give you his undivided attention. Truth be told, he had glanced at you so many times while reading that he hadn’t made it through a single chapter. “Whatever you want.”

A thoughtful look crossed your beautiful face and he found himself leaning forward in his chair to stare at you more. Some days he looked into your eyes and saw a mirror reflecting your love for each other. When you smiled it was like you hung the sun in the sky just for him, even on the cold and rainy days. 

“Okay,” you said, closing your laptop and setting it aside. “I want you to wake me up with an orgasm.”

His cock twitched with interest at that and he shifted in his seat. “Fingers, tongue, or cock? Wouldn’t want to disappoint the birthday girl.”

“As if you could ever disappoint me,” you said, slowly standing and stretching. Your shirt rose and he bit back a groan at the sight of your exposed skin. “Tongue and fingers first. Then your cock. Raw.”

He shivered. He loved fucking you raw, loved filling you up. “Whatever you want,” he murmured. He’d give you whatever you wished for.

You smiled and made your way over, perching yourself on one of his massive thighs. “And then I want my favorite dessert for breakfast. In bed.”

He brought a hand to your cheek, his heart racing when he leaned in. “So, after I fuck you and make you scream my name, you want my cock in your throat to clean it off? That’s very generous of you to do on your day.”

You leaned back before he could kiss you and lightly smacked his chest. “Your cock is not my favorite dessert. That big boy is a whole meal and you know it.”

Bucky smirked and lowered his head. “You hear that, big boy? You’re a whole meal. I gotta tell the others. They’ll be jealous.”

He smiled when your laughter rang out in the room. Whenever he was down or thinking too much about the past, he’d think of your laughter and it soothed the pain inside him. “You boys and your dick measuring contests. You know, girls don’t sit around and say, ‘Guess what? I have the tightest, wettest pussy of the group!’ or anything like that.”

“Maybe you should because you do have a tight, wet pussy,” he said in a low voice, trying to pull you in for a kiss he desperately wanted. “But fine. Your favorite dessert in bed after at least two orgasms. Got it.”

Thank the heavens you two were in your own place and not the tower because he’d have to fight everyone from stealing your dessert.

Your lips skimmed his, teasing him, making him want more. “And after we have dessert, we’ll snuggle,” you said, your fingers moving through his hair and sending tingles down his spine. He didn’t think he’d be a cuddler until you. People touching him was a foreign concept after everything, but you went at his pace and now he craved your touch more than anything. 

“Love snuggling with you,” he admitted like it was a secret. He loved the sound of your racing heart, feeling your body melt under his touch. He got to hold you when there were so many others who wanted you, and he made sure you’d never question or regret choosing him to be your man.

“I love snuggling with you, too,” you said, hesitating before you added, “But after snuggling, I want a few minutes to myself.”

His heart dropped, cold settling within him and refusing to leave. “You want to be by yourself?” he asked, the lust gone from his voice and replaced with something smaller.

Bucky feared some days that he was too clingy, too much. After being alone for so long and having lost so much, he didn’t want to lose you or what you had together. But you never made him feel like he was smothering or bothering you. You made him feel like he was worthy, not just of you but of himself. You made him believe in hope and forever in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

As if you sensed the sudden storm about to brew inside him, you cupped his cheeks. “Stay with me, Bucky, please,” you urged, not wanting him lost in the darkness of insecurities. Your touch made the cold so much warmer. “The time to myself isn’t to shut you out or not spend time with you. It’s for me to write a letter and reflect on the past year. How I’ve grown, how I’ve faltered… and how lucky I am because I have you in my life,” you explained patiently. There was no annoyance or judgement, only understanding. 

He pressed his forehead to yours and allowed himself to breathe. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. It was meant to be your day and he felt like he just made it about him.

“Don’t be,” you whispered back, nudging your nose against his and making him smile just a little. “You’re always there for me when doubt and insecurities creep up. As much as we try to ignore them, it isn’t easy. That’s why we lean on each other. It’s what partners do.”

You were right. True partners leaned on each other. There were days you carried each other when things were too heavy. You saw the battles within each other and chose to fight for and beside each other. He even learned to appreciate fighting with you, as much as arguing with you broke his heart, because love wasn’t perfect. Love was two imperfect people refusing to give up on each other and always being willing to show up.

He kissed you in thanks for assuring him, wordlessly breathing his love into you. “So… orgasms, dessert, and time to yourself to reflect. Sounds like a good way to celebrate,” he said, already imagining how beautiful you’d look by the time he finished ruining you. “Anything else? Remember, it’s whatever you want.”

He probably sounded like the worst boyfriend since it came across that he had nothing planned for you, but he had gifts ready to shower you with. Something to pamper you with, something you had been eying at a store, something that showed that he saw you, and something that showed how much he loved you. He hoped you liked them. You deserved them and more. 

“Movie night with our favorite takeout,” you decided, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. His heart swelled when you said “our” favorite, giving him a piece of what was meant to be your day. “Complete with fairy lights and a blanket fort.”

“That’s it?” he smiled, already knowing which blankets and pillows he’d use. He also had snacks in case you got hungry after takeout, anticipating how you’d want to spend the day. “That’s all you want?”

“Orgasms, dessert, reflecting, takeout, movie night with the love of my life,” you listed, his heart pounding when your eyes went soft with love. “That’s perfect, and that’s all I need.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a moment. He wondered every now and then if he was living on borrowed time, but you helped him appreciate the time he was given. You looked at him and handed him the world in every gaze, every smile, every moment. Including him as part of what you considered to be a perfect birthday was everything.

“You’re sure?” he asked. If you wanted more, he’d give it to you.

“You said it doesn’t need to be a big production or something over the top. I just want a day where I’m seen and cherished and I know you’ll give that to me.”

“I will. I promise.” Bucky wanted you to feel seen and cherished every single day, not just on your birthday. “How about we end the day with me showing you how much I love you?” he asked, brushing a thumb along your lips.

You kissed his thumb and smiled. “I expect nothing less.”

“I know you don’t think your day is worth celebrating, but you are, sweetheart,” he said, needing you to hear and know how important you were to him.

Your eyes softened more. “Thank you, Bucky,” you whispered.

Replacing his thumb with his lips, he vowed to give you a birthday you’d never forget.

And that was exactly what he did.

I wish I could give you lovelies the birthday celebration here that I wanted, but I hope you like what's to come later this year. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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He really would carry you down. Bridal style or over his shoulder, depending the look in your eyes - yearning but try to play it cool, or that spark of defiance 😏

That first morning as dark mob Curtis fiancée is hard.

You'd prefer to claim it's because of a meltdown at the unfairness of this situation, but it's actually because Curtis is a fucking menace.

Not only did he keep a gentle hold on you throughout the night. Not only the soft sheets smell of him, and it's a damn good scent. But he stirs from his sleep into full awareness bare seconds after your breathing pattern changes.

Or maybe he woke up before you, enjoying the view of your treacherous body sleeping soundly next to a predator who decided to fuck up your life.

He squeezes your hip and places a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

Thankfully, your back is to him and he can't see the widening of your pupils.

When he slips out of bed, you pull up the covers further up your body, over your chin, until only your eyes and top of your head peek over the duvet.

You really wish your eyes don't follow his body as he walks to the en suite bathroom; wearing nothing but black boxers. You also wish he didn't look so fucking good, with his tall posture, broad shoulders, muscles moving so fluidly.

Curtis gives you an amused look after exiting the bathroom a few minutes later, to which you glare at him, forming yourself into an even tighter cocoon.

"Breakfast will be served in-" he says, pausing to glance at the expensive watch he just put on his wrist- "half an hour."

Cuffing the sleeves of the crisp white shirt he took from the line of pristine shirts in the huge walk-in closet, Curtis waits for your response. Stubbornly, you refuse to peep a single sound, neither of confirmation nor refusal.

"You can either come downstairs yourself, dressed," he says calmly, but there's a graze of steel warning in his tone, "or I'll come get you myself, and carry you down in your nightgown."

Your glare has zero effect on him.

You roll the duvet down, past your chin.

"I'll be there," you can't help the petulance in your voice. "I want waffles and blueberries."

"I'll inform the chef." Curtis takes it in stride.

You claimed you don't fit the mold of a mafia princess, but perhaps Curtis was right last evening when he showed you how untrue that conviction was. Maybe there are certain traits you possess, and it just spilt out in that spoiled demand for waffles.

Curtis seems unbothered by it, treating as something expected and easy to be met.

It seals your doom further as it becomes apparent he won't be deterred with acting out and sass.

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Concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat.

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I think Ari's cooking might placate hissy Omega 😂

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!

🎉 Swap 'Em: This is a very targeted swap, but I'm genuinely curious about swapping out Andy and Ari's omega in Pound Town for Steve's, and vice versa. How would things play out if they were swapped?

THANK YOU, WIFEY!!! 🥰

Ohhh, I love this!!! Here's where my brain is going with this...

You know, I really think Steve's omega would struggle with Andy and Ari tbh. They have this sort of coddling nature that their omega needs, but I think would make Steve's omega--who is super independent--want to smack them both on a daily basis lolol. One of the threads of Steve and omega's story that I love so much is how he's been so utterly patient with her and let her lead the dynamic, which is how he's earned her trust.

Now, Andy and Ari are definitely patient in their own right, but I just think it's different with their omega. Even though she's super resistant to it initially, she NEEDS their level of love and comfort after what she's been through. Despite being a hissy kitty, deep down--she's actually very soft at her core and just wants to be loved and cherished 🥺

So, yeah, whereas Andy & Ari's omega will eventually (hopefully) come to really appreciate their loving, coddling natures, Steve's omega would feel suffocated by it.

As for the babes, honestly, I think they'd thrive with either of these omegas, and love them so hard. Ari and Andy would do anything to make it work with Steve's omega, even try really hard to rein in their coddling (which, good thing there's two of them, so they can help eachother with that lol).

And of course Steve would be the gentlest giant with A&A's omega. I think like he's done with his own omega, he'd win hissy omega's trust eventually, and then be the loving, nurturing caretaker that she needs and deserves.

Thank you for guiding me down this lil rabbit hole that I didn't know I needed lolol. ❤️

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He will absolutely bend your mind with how caring and spoiling he is 🫠

That first morning as dark mob Curtis fiancée is hard.

You'd prefer to claim it's because of a meltdown at the unfairness of this situation, but it's actually because Curtis is a fucking menace.

Not only did he keep a gentle hold on you throughout the night. Not only the soft sheets smell of him, and it's a damn good scent. But he stirs from his sleep into full awareness bare seconds after your breathing pattern changes.

Or maybe he woke up before you, enjoying the view of your treacherous body sleeping soundly next to a predator who decided to fuck up your life.

He squeezes your hip and places a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

Thankfully, your back is to him and he can't see the widening of your pupils.

When he slips out of bed, you pull up the covers further up your body, over your chin, until only your eyes and top of your head peek over the duvet.

You really wish your eyes don't follow his body as he walks to the en suite bathroom; wearing nothing but black boxers. You also wish he didn't look so fucking good, with his tall posture, broad shoulders, muscles moving so fluidly.

Curtis gives you an amused look after exiting the bathroom a few minutes later, to which you glare at him, forming yourself into an even tighter cocoon.

"Breakfast will be served in-" he says, pausing to glance at the expensive watch he just put on his wrist- "half an hour."

Cuffing the sleeves of the crisp white shirt he took from the line of pristine shirts in the huge walk-in closet, Curtis waits for your response. Stubbornly, you refuse to peep a single sound, neither of confirmation nor refusal.

"You can either come downstairs yourself, dressed," he says calmly, but there's a graze of steel warning in his tone, "or I'll come get you myself, and carry you down in your nightgown."

Your glare has zero effect on him.

You roll the duvet down, past your chin.

"I'll be there," you can't help the petulance in your voice. "I want waffles and blueberries."

"I'll inform the chef." Curtis takes it in stride.

You claimed you don't fit the mold of a mafia princess, but perhaps Curtis was right last evening when he showed you how untrue that conviction was. Maybe there are certain traits you possess, and it just spilt out in that spoiled demand for waffles.

Curtis seems unbothered by it, treating as something expected and easy to be met.

It seals your doom further as it becomes apparent he won't be deterred with acting out and sass.

[biteofcherry]

You better call Bucky with the good hair.

[biteofcherry]

I want all three 🥺 but something about that Ari I just know he'd make me so drippy just from playing with my ass 🫣

Happpy happy birthday to my favourite royal hoe-ness! Thank you for all the joy and ruined panties you’ve given me 😘😘I am going to be cheeky since its already 16th here in Sydney 😆

I am going with Party Favours 🌟🎁

🎉Kink sync

- Andy Barber (how can we not have him!!)

- Curtis Everett (I am feeling him from your recent series)

- Ari Levinson

Kinks

- Breeding kink

- Marking kink

- Anal play/sex

Hopefully this tickles your muse. Happy birthday 🎂 lots of love!!

Royal hoe-ness, omg I'm cackling 🤣 Bwahahaha. Thank you, my love! I'm glad you find such joy in my shenanigans! I'm so grateful you're here and always encouraging the hoeing 🤭

Now for your ask!!! What a way to kick off my birthday bash 😏 You're a hoe after my own heart and hoe holes lolll. Here's what I'm thinking...

Andy Barber + Breeding kink: Usually I pair floofy husband with anal because it's a HC I have for him, but!!! I think out of this lineup, he's the one who would be the most lizard brained for a breeding kink. I'm not personally a huge fan of the traditional breeding kink + pregnancy combo, but I think Andy would be a fan of it. He wants you round with his baby. He wants you completely claimed in every way. He'd be two seconds from a feral blackout when you wear cute little dresses that emphasize your baby bump. But also, and most importantly: he wants a family with you 🥺

Curtis Everett + Marking kink: Now you have Prized Possession!Curtis on my mind for this one, and whewieeee, that man! That possessive menace! Who loooves putting you on display for him! Of course he'd be into marking you up. Just adds to the whole display thing 🫠 It would really rile him when you're shy about it too!! Curtis would leave love bruises on more visible places, like your throat...maybe even your wrist??! I dunno why that is so hot to me, but it is lol. But also in more intimate places that make you SUPER squirmy when he's sucking and teething on your skin: like your thighs and your tits. And of course he'd need to tease you about them to make you squirm all over again. A deep rumble of a hum as his knuckles caress the marking on your throat and you can't meet his gaze and he's 😮‍💨

Ari Levinson + Anal play/sex: I don't think I've paired Ari with anal sex much! I'm not sure why, because I know he'd make it soooo good for you. He'd be a babe who could make anal sex soft, which 🥴 He'd want to talk it out first too, to make sure you actually want it, and then he'd be so good about getting you some top of the line lube and a plug to get you stretched out for him. But he'd make it like this whole thing. Lots of foreplay-ish kissing and touching to get you super floaty so you're not as nervous about this new territory. Also: soooo much praise. Ari would be really careful and gentle when you're doing the deed, too. Taking his time. Lots of check ins. Making sure you're doing okay and feeling good, too. But like, ma'am. The obscene groan he lets out the first time he's fully sheathed by the tightest part of you 🤤 Also: the most doting and cuddly aftercare once you're both thoroughly wrung out. And I think Ari, who's already generally affectionate, would be even more so because he's in heaven and he feels even closer to you now.

[biteofcherry]

#walk walk fashion baby

[biteofcherry]

I'm sure he'll give you all the good vibrations 😏

Trying to get my soft!dark mob bodyguard!Ari story done this weekend so I can post it on my birthday on the 18th, so I’m giving y’all a gift on my special day, like a goober lolll 🤓🥰

[biteofcherry]

Siri’s Shameless Hoe Birthday Bash

Hiya, lovelies! I’ve decided to host an event for my birthday: Siri’s Shameless Hoe Birthday Bash 🤭

The event will happen August 16-18, but I wanted to post info now so those of you who want to participate in the writing challenge portion have time to work on your stories. Writing challenge submissions will be accepted starting August 16 and through the end of August (or later if needed; I’m flexible and don’t want you to stress ❤️)

There are two ways to participate in my birthday bash: a writing challenge and/or submitting a game ask. You can participate in either or both, but there is a TWO game asks limit per person so I don’t get overwhelmed 😅 Also, game asks will only be accepted during the event dates noted.

Below are all the deets. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out! Thank you ❤️

GENERAL EVENT DETAILS

When: August 16-18 *Writing challenge story submissions will be accepted through the end of the month (or later if needed).

How to Participate: 

🎁 Birthday Gifts aka the writing challenge and/or

🎉 Party Favors aka game asks

🎁 BIRTHDAY GIFTS (AKA THE WRITING CHALLENGE)

Rules for Fic Entries:

500 word minimum, 5,000 word max. (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)

Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.

Please tag me @stargazingfangirl18 when posting your story.

Include the tag #happy birthday siri 2025 on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)

Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, smut, comedy, AU, dark, soft!dark, whatever you want.

Please stick to the CE characters listed below, and no RPF.

Let’s stick with Reader insert stories. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics. (FYI: I personally don’t read daddy kink, mommy kink, spit kink, lactation kink, big age gaps, harsh degradation, dumbification, or anything focusing on health/illnesses/medical details/scenarios.) 

Please include warnings as needed for explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

Odds & Ends:

Each writer can submit a maximum of 2 stories.

Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

Writers can also submit a game ask for me, please just keep it to a max of 2 asks each.

You do not need to write smut, I know it’s not everyone’s jam. 

I reserve the right to not read or reblog anything that makes me uncomfortable.

Writing Challenge Babes & Prompts

BABES

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bryce Langley

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lloyd Hansen

Pete Brenner

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)

Steve Rogers

PROMPTS

Pick at least 1 prompt (you can pick more than 1, and you don’t need to claim prompts):

SCENARIOS:

Wrong place, wrong time

Soft, vulnerable!Reader imprinting on a dangerous!babe

Being basement wifed (or husbanded!)

Babe’s go to move to make you O_O is a big hand low on your belly

Scary babe is only soft with you

Babe is jealous of your ex and it makes them feral!possessive

Lizard brain mode

Babe loves it when you’re a head empty barnacle after being sexually annihilated 

Experiencing affection or intimacy after being touched starved

Either you or babe are kooky 

Someone not realizing how hot they are (babe or you)

Meet!oops

Babe is handsy AF

Emotional constipation

Being VERY SERIOUS about cuddles

An intimate touch from a scary and/or dangerous stranger 

DIALOGUE:

“If you don’t shut up and let me talk, I’m going to gag you, although I think you might actually enjoy that.”

“I don’t know what else to do to get you to believe me.”

"Well, this is humiliating."

“The best thing about me is that I’m with you.”

“Go ahead, I dare you.”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen.”

“The next words out of your mouth better be, ‘yes, sir,’ or this really isn’t going to end well for you.”

“I will never forgive you for this.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Why are you so determined to be so fucking miserable?”

“Shh shh shh, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You’re much fiestier than I thought you’d be.”

“That’s a big ask. Are you sure you want to be in my debt?”

“Wait, please, I’ve never done this before!” 

“Please, just…let me hold you.”

“Oh, I can think of a few ways for you to change my mind.”

"Look, it's just that I may be sorta kinda very much inlovewithyou."

KINKS:

Breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

Size or size difference kink

Praise kink

Somnophilia

Prone bone

Pleasure dom

Squirting

Marking kink

Sleep mussed kink

Soft!dom

Manhandling

Bad boy/scary villain kink

Eating it from behind

Anal play/sex

Overstimulation 

Monster fucking 

DP

TROPES:

Fruit Loop™️ babe (or Reader!)

Shy!Reader or babe

A/B/O 

Mob enforcer or mob bodyguard!babe

Good girl x bad boy

Biker AU

Human disaster!Reader or babe

Mercenary!babe

Blackmail

Second chance 

CEO AU

Only one bed

Demon AU

Two idiots in love 

Roommates

Boss’ best friend

Forced Proximity 

Grumpy x sunshine

Father's worst enemy

🎉 PARTY FAVORS (AKA GAME ASKS FOR SIRI)

Rules for Game Asks:

Game asks will only be accepted during the event dates of August 16-18. Those sent before or after those dates will be discarded. 

Please submit your prompt by sending me an ask.

There is a limit of 2 game asks per person (please respect this limit, even if you request on anon; I don’t want to be overwhelmed or stressed).

Please pick from the babes and games below.

Do not submit a prompt that you have submitted to another writer or have seen another writer use - original prompts only.

Odds & Ends:

My goal is to respond to these game asks with a drabble or riff, not a full fic unless something sets off my muse lol.

I will try my best to fill all prompts, but reserve the right to nope out of any of them if they make me uncomfortable or the muse just doesn’t spark.

I may not get to every ask within the event timeframe, but I’ll try my best to answer all of them eventually, so please be patient with me.

Babes & Games

BABES

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bryce Langley

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lloyd Hansen

Pete Brenner

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)

Steve Rogers

GAMES

🎉 Babe or Babe: Drop me an ask with 2 CE!babes + a scenario, and I’ll tell ya which one I’d pick for that situation and why.

🎉 Kink Sync: Send me an ask with 3 CE fictional babes + 3 kinks, and I’ll pair them up and tell ya why! (FYI: I’m not into daddy kink, mommy kink, spit kink, or lactation kink, so please avoid those lol.)

🎉 Would You Rather: Send me an ask with a “Would you rather…” prompt featuring a CE!babe and I’ll pick my poison.

🎉 Shameless Hoe Superlatives: Send me an ask with a superlative (a "Most likely to ____" prompt), and I will tell you which babe I vote for and why.

🎉 Would They Rather: Drop me an ask with a CE!babe, one of my Readers, or a story specific couple + a would they rather scenario, and I'll hoe spiral about them.

🎉 Swap 'Em: Send me an ask with a specific CE!babe or Reader + a different story/verse or specific babe/Reader, and I’ll tell ya how things would shake out for this swap. (For example: Feral!Kitten from Wild & Free + Prized Possession!Curtis OR Impression!Reader in the Mercy verse)

Please note that story specific!babes (or Readers) are very welcome for these prompts!

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Tagging some fellow hoes who may be interested or want to signal boost the event, no pressure though! (Sorry if I forgot anyone, y’all know I’m the worst at tagging lol.) ❤️

@buckets-and-trees @biteofcherry @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @targaryenvampireslayer @labella420 @krirebr @foxgloveprincess @thezombieprostitute @bigtreefest @astheskycries @anika-ann @ronearoundblindly @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @jtargaryen18 @jesevans @eulalielatibule @gifsbysimplysonia @ghotifishreads @holacia3 @lokislastlove @needlereads @our-marvel-universe @thepebbleinyourshoe @vonalyn @precious1610 @secretswiftymarvelfan @saiyanprincessswanie @veltana @matildasloves @gremlin-girly @behindthesehazeleyes27 @lauratang @queenoftheworldisdead @worksby-d @eralen @chiseplushie @alicedopey @theinheriteddutchess @seitmai @thiquefunlover63 @wetnessdayanon @steviebbboi @americasass81 @waywardwifey @jeremyrennermakesmesmile @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy @thedragonlab @midnightramyeoncravings @patzammit