This blog is 18+! I’m Bella. 40’s. Lover. Friend. Writer. Brat. Slut. I write for Chris Evans characters and Sebastian Stan characters. Role play welcome! Lover of beards. Requests are open!
This August, prepare yourselves for some shameless hoe shenanigans: Siri’s Birthday Bash: Favorite Things Edition 🤭
The event will be August 15-18, but I wanted to post info now so writing challenge participants have lots of time to work on their stories. Writing challenge submissions will be accepted starting August 15 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:
The writing challenge
Submitting your Superior AI Custom Order
🤭 That’s right, my good hoes, since the theme of my event is my favorite things, I wanted my “party favors” to be inspired by one of my favorite verses to write! Please note that Superior AI Custom Orders are limited to one submission per person, and that submissions will only be accepted during the event dates noted.
All event details and the Superior AI Custom Order Form are beneath the cut. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out! Thank you so much! Can't wait to have some birthday fun with you all ❤️
GENERAL EVENT DETAILS
When: August 15-18
*Writing challenge submissions will be accepted through the end of August (or later if needed).
How to Participate:
🎁 Birthday Gifts aka the writing challenge
🎉 Party Favors aka Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order
🎁 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 2026 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.
Reader insert stories only. 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, 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 3 stories.
Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.
Smut writers and characters must be 18+.
Writers can also submit a Superior AI Custom Order but please keep it to one submission per person.
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
Reverend Drew
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:
Being a predatory babe’s prey (in a sexy way, not a hungry way lolll)
Sweet and/or Vulnerable!Reader x Scary!Hot!Babe
Being blackmailed by someone unlikely
Scary babe is only soft with you
Commitment phobe!babe is high key obsessed with you
A titillating encounter with a monster!babe
You’re an actual human disaster, but soft!dark babe finds it charming
Emotional constipation
Making a deal with the devil
Meet!oops or fail
Sacrificing yourself to a dangerous babe to save someone else
Being betrayed by someone you trust
DIALOGUE:
“I was just going to punish you, but now? Now I’m going to annihilate you.”
“Oh my god, how can someone be so fucking oblivious?!”
“You have no idea what your scent does to me.”
“That’s it! I’m done! No more adulting, no more responsibilities, no more anything! We’re just going to lay here and cuddle and hide from the rest of the world.”
“You picked the wrong man to steal from.”
“I have no idea what the future holds, but what I do know is that I want you by my side for every second of it.”
“I’ve never had someone so innocent, but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be as corrupted as me.”
“Did you just… propose to me?”
“You know I reward loyalty and good work, and I thought she would make such a sweet, pretty gift.”
“Please, just give me one more chance. I know I can be better, for you. I would do anything for you.”
“The only thing you have to offer that’s of any interest to me is that sweet, warm place between your legs. So strip and show me just how badly you need my help.”
“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but we really need to talk.”
KINKS:
Breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)
Size kink
Praise kink
Somnophilia
Prone bone
Squirting
Manhandling
Oral sex (f receiving)
Anal play/sex
Overstimulation
Monster fucking
Creampie
TROPES:
Omegaverse
Mob AU
Good girl x bad boy
Biker AU
Delulu babe or Reader
Mercenary AU
Human disaster!Reader or babe
Conqueror AU
Friends to lovers
Sugar daddy/baby AU
Guard dog!Babe
CEO AU
🎉 PARTY FAVORS (AKA SUBMIT YOUR SUPERIOR AI CUSTOM ORDER) 🎉
Rules for Submission:
Submissions will only be accepted during the event dates of August 15-18. Those sent before or after those dates will be discarded.
You must submit your order by sending me an ask that answers the questions below.
There is a limit of 1 submission per person (please respect this limit, even if you request on anon; I don’t want to be overwhelmed or stressed).
Odds & Ends:
If you’re new to my Superior AI verse, you can check it out here.
Even if your babe of choice isn’t an AI in my verse, you can still request them for your custom order. Think of these resulting drabbles as AU :)
I may not get to every submission within the event timeframe, but I’ll try my best to answer all of them eventually, so please be patient.
Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order Form
Send me an ask with the following info, and I will write a (likely AU) Superior AI verse drabble starring the CE!babe of your choice! I’ve written these questions in one paragraph to make it easier for you to copy/paste, but you can space them out when you send your ask. Thank you!
Superior AI Custom Order Request: 1) Your CE!babe of choice (If you’d rather I pick the babe for you, let me know). 2) What are the top 3 reasons why you are ordering an AI? 3) Soft, soft!dark, or dark? 4) Smut or no smut?
Thank youuu. But also, happy birthday to me 🫠 lolll.
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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, I’m awful at tagging lol.) ❤️
Hey, Bella! I just wanted to thank you for the recent drabble spree you hosted!! I had so much fun reading through your amazing stories. Thank you for blessing us 😍
Thank you so much for participating friend! I loved your prompts, and I’m so happy you had fun reading!
I still have a handful in my inbox… and I’m off on Sunday sooo…
Dark or soft!dark Ari + seeing something you shouldn’t + “Shh shh shh, I can be nice.”
Ohhh Siri… this version of Ari… 🔥🥵💀🥴
Starring: Soft!dark! Ari Levinson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Murder. Kidnapping.
Word Count: 606
The smell of wet asphalt filled the alley behind the restaurant, neon reflections trembling in puddles from the earlier storm as you hugged your sweater tighter and cursed yourself for staying so late. You should’ve brought a heavier coat.
The shortcut would save you ten minutes. It would also ruin your life. Voices echoed ahead. One pleading. One terrifyingly calm.
“I swear, Ari—”
The sound that followed wasn’t a gunshot. It was wet.
A strangled gasp cut off as a broad figure drove a knife forward with practiced precision. Once. Twice. Then a final thrust that silenced the man forever. Your breath caught.
The giant of a man straightened slowly, rolling one broad shoulder as if he’d merely finished another item on his schedule. He reached into the breast pocket of his black suit and withdrew a perfectly folded white handkerchief. With almost insulting care, he dragged the fabric along the blade, wiping away crimson until polished steel gleamed beneath the street light.
The handkerchief, once immaculate, bloomed scarlet. Your stomach lurched. You stumbled backward, and a bottle beneath your shoe cracked. Silence.
“Well, well, well…” His deep voice drifted through the alley. “So much for privacy.”
You ran. Or tried to. A hand wrapped around your wrist before you’d taken two steps. You gasped as he turned you to face him. Up close, he was even more intimidating—bearded jaw, unreadable blue eyes, expensive cologne mixing horribly with the metallic scent lingering in the air.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I—I won’t tell anyone.”
“No?”
You nodded so fast your vision blurred.
“I swear.”
A smile played across his mouth. It somehow made him look more dangerous. “They all swear.”
He lifted the knife, not threateningly, almost thoughtfully. The cool, flat side of the blade traced beneath your chin, encouraging your head upward. Your pulse hammered against the steel.
His eyes followed the frantic beat in your throat.
“So scared.”
“I’m begging you…”
The knife drifted lower, its tip barely grazing the fabric of your sweater as it traveled down your shoulder, never quite breaking skin.
“You know,” he murmured, “most people assume men like me enjoy this part.”
You gulp.
“The fear.”
Another featherlight pass of cold steel along your sleeve.
“They’re usually wrong.”
He folded the stained handkerchief once, twice, and tucked it back into his pocket as though it hadn’t just absorbed another man’s blood. Then he sighed.
“I had plans tonight.”
“You can still go,” you whispered desperately. “Pretend I wasn’t here.”
“You witnessed a murder.”
“I didn’t see your face.”
“You’ve been looking directly at me for almost a minute.”
“Oh….”
A low chuckle escaped him, and you felt your knees give out.
“I’m afraid there aren’t many solutions to this.”
You swallow a sob as your tears fall, and he tsks.
“Shh… shh… shh.”
His voice softened into something dangerously comforting.
“I can be nice.” The words should have reassured you, but they made your blood run colder. Because nice wasn’t the same thing as merciful.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ari continued. “In fact…” His head tilted as if considering a business proposition. “I’d rather keep you alive.”
Your heart stopped.
“You’ve seen too much to walk away.”
He offered you his hand. Like a gentleman inviting someone to dance.
“So now,” he said, with the faintest smile, “you’ll simply have to stay where I can keep an eye on you.”
You stared at his outstretched hand. Behind him, the alley disappeared into darkness. Ahead of you…
There wasn’t really an ahead anymore, only Ari. Waiting patiently. Entirely confident that, one way or another, you were leaving with him.
Hoely moly, sign me upppp. I myself rarely write Ari as scary (because I can’t pull it off lolll), so when someone else can do it so well, I am SHOOKETH I’d be so good for this scary MFer.
if the muse strikes you, could i please send you a prompt for ari levinson + “you weren’t supposed to see that.”
i dont mind smutty or fluffy or whatever direction you chose to take! thank you <33
I hope you enjoy this little tidbit with Ari! ❤️
Starring: Mob!Ari Levinson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ because my blog is, but this fic is all fluff.
Word count: 509
You were looking for Ari. The house was suspiciously quiet, and for a man built like a mountain, he had an alarming habit of disappearing without making a sound.
“Ari?” you called, wandering toward the den. There was no answer. But then, something caught your ear.
“Who’s the handsomest little baby angel, huh?”
You froze.The voice was unmistakably Ari’s, low, warm, and completely unlike the gruff tone he used with just about everyone else. You crept closer, peeking around the doorway.
Your enormous, intimidating boyfriend was sitting cross-legged on the rug still in his long sleeve button down, but he had rolled the sleeves up his forearms, exposing his tattooed skin. He’s letting your puppy enthusiastically attack one of the rolled cuffs of his shirt while he rubbed little circles into the pup’s belly.
“Look at you,” Ari cooed. “My fierce little guard dog. You’re gonna protect your mama one day, aren’t you?”
The puppy answered by licking Ari square across the nose. Ari laughed. Actually laughed. A soft, breathy sound that made your heart melt.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
You blinked. “What?”
He looked up, caught red-handed with thirty pounds of wiggling fluff sprawled across his lap. “This.” He gestured vaguely between himself and the puppy. “I’ve got a reputation.”
You folded your arms, barely holding back a grin. “Oh? The reputation of a terrifying hulk who tells puppies they’re brave because they barked at the vacuum?”
Ari sighed dramatically. “It was a very aggressive vacuum.”
You laughed, finally stepping into the room. The puppy abandoned Ari immediately, racing over to you before darting right back to him, as if unwilling to choose favorites.
Ari scratched behind those floppy ears with practiced ease. “I like people thinking I’m intimidating,” he muttered.
“They still will.”
“You don’t think this hurts my image?”
You looked at the massive man, whose beard had somehow collected dog hair, and whose expression had gone impossibly gentle.
“No.” You smiled, kneeling beside him. “I think it proves what I’ve always known.”
“And what’s that?”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “The biggest, strongest man I know has the softest heart.”
His ears turned just a little pink. “Don’t go spreadin’ that around.”
“I don’t know…” you teased. “I think I should tell everyone how you called him your ‘precious little baby angel.’”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You did.”
“I said handsomest little baby angel.”
You burst into laughter. Ari groaned, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder while the puppy happily climbed into both your laps, tail wagging hard enough to shake his whole body.
“Traitor,” Ari muttered to the dog.
The puppy rewarded him with another slobbery kiss.
“Yeah, alright,” Ari sighed, scratching under the puppy’s chin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You smiled to yourself. The rest of the world could keep believing Ari Levinson was all broad shoulders, stern looks, and quiet intimidation. Because this version, the one who whispered encouragement to a puppy, accepted kisses with exaggerated grumbles, and blushed when you caught him being gentle, was yours.
if the muse strikes you, could i please send you a prompt for ari levinson + “you weren’t supposed to see that.”
i dont mind smutty or fluffy or whatever direction you chose to take! thank you <33
I hope you enjoy this little tidbit with Ari! ❤️
Starring: Mob!Ari Levinson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ because my blog is, but this fic is all fluff.
Word count: 509
You were looking for Ari. The house was suspiciously quiet, and for a man built like a mountain, he had an alarming habit of disappearing without making a sound.
“Ari?” you called, wandering toward the den. There was no answer. But then, something caught your ear.
“Who’s the handsomest little baby angel, huh?”
You froze.The voice was unmistakably Ari’s, low, warm, and completely unlike the gruff tone he used with just about everyone else. You crept closer, peeking around the doorway.
Your enormous, intimidating boyfriend was sitting cross-legged on the rug still in his long sleeve button down, but he had rolled the sleeves up his forearms, exposing his tattooed skin. He’s letting your puppy enthusiastically attack one of the rolled cuffs of his shirt while he rubbed little circles into the pup’s belly.
“Look at you,” Ari cooed. “My fierce little guard dog. You’re gonna protect your mama one day, aren’t you?”
The puppy answered by licking Ari square across the nose. Ari laughed. Actually laughed. A soft, breathy sound that made your heart melt.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
You blinked. “What?”
He looked up, caught red-handed with thirty pounds of wiggling fluff sprawled across his lap. “This.” He gestured vaguely between himself and the puppy. “I’ve got a reputation.”
You folded your arms, barely holding back a grin. “Oh? The reputation of a terrifying hulk who tells puppies they’re brave because they barked at the vacuum?”
Ari sighed dramatically. “It was a very aggressive vacuum.”
You laughed, finally stepping into the room. The puppy abandoned Ari immediately, racing over to you before darting right back to him, as if unwilling to choose favorites.
Ari scratched behind those floppy ears with practiced ease. “I like people thinking I’m intimidating,” he muttered.
“They still will.”
“You don’t think this hurts my image?”
You looked at the massive man, whose beard had somehow collected dog hair, and whose expression had gone impossibly gentle.
“No.” You smiled, kneeling beside him. “I think it proves what I’ve always known.”
“And what’s that?”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “The biggest, strongest man I know has the softest heart.”
His ears turned just a little pink. “Don’t go spreadin’ that around.”
“I don’t know…” you teased. “I think I should tell everyone how you called him your ‘precious little baby angel.’”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You did.”
“I said handsomest little baby angel.”
You burst into laughter. Ari groaned, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder while the puppy happily climbed into both your laps, tail wagging hard enough to shake his whole body.
“Traitor,” Ari muttered to the dog.
The puppy rewarded him with another slobbery kiss.
“Yeah, alright,” Ari sighed, scratching under the puppy’s chin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You smiled to yourself. The rest of the world could keep believing Ari Levinson was all broad shoulders, stern looks, and quiet intimidation. Because this version, the one who whispered encouragement to a puppy, accepted kisses with exaggerated grumbles, and blushed when you caught him being gentle, was yours.
What can your muse do with Andy & "So this is what you call moving on from me."
Thank you, Anon! This was a fun one! ❤️
Starring: Dark!Enforcer!andy barber x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Murder. Implied stalking.
Word Count: 557
The restaurant is quiet enough that you hear the chair scrape against the hardwood before you ever see him. Your date is laughing. He’s halfway through telling you about some hiking trail he wants to take you to next weekend when the color drains from his face.
“Sir…?”
You don’t have to turn around. Every instinct in your body already knows.
Andy.
He stands beside the table in an immaculate charcoal suit, one gloved hand tucked into his pocket, the other lazily adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. To everyone else, he looks like another wealthy businessman.
To you, he’s death wearing a tailored smile.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Your stomach knots.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“No?” His eyes drift to the man sitting across from you. “Seems I arrived right on time.”
Your date clears his throat. “Listen, man, I don’t know who…”
“I wasn’t speaking to you.”
The words aren’t loud. They’re worse because they aren’t. You stand so fast your chair topples over.
“Andy.”
His gaze finally returns to yours, softening in a way that would almost look affectionate to anyone watching.
“There she is.”
“You need to leave.”
“I asked you to come home.”
“I told you I was done.”
His jaw flexes.
“You don’t get to be done.”
Your date rises beside you, trying to position himself between you.
“I think she made herself pretty clear.”
Andy studies him for a long moment. Almost curiously. Then he sighs.
“So…” His head tilts. “This is what you call moving on from me.”
The words are almost amused.
“You don’t understand,” you whisper.
Your date squares his shoulders.
“No. You don’t understand. She doesn’t want—”
The sound that follows is deafening.
A single crack.
The room erupts into screams. Your date crumples before the sentence is ever finished. Time stops.You stare.
No. No no no…
Blood creeps across the polished floor as Andy calmly lowers the suppressed pistol, his expression unreadable. He steps over the body as though it were an inconvenience. When he reaches you, your knees nearly give out.
“You…” Your voice breaks. “You killed him.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
His gloved fingers brush a tear from your cheek with unbearable tenderness.
“Because he touched what belongs to me.”
You slap him. Hard. The dining room falls silent except for distant crying. Andy barely reacts. Instead, he smiles.
“There you are.”
His hand closes gently—but unyieldingly—around your wrist.
“I’ve missed that fire.”
You try to pull away.
He doesn’t even strain to hold you.
“You don’t get to do this!” you scream. “I hate you!”
For the first time all night, Andy looks wounded. But only for a second. Then the coldness returns.
“No.”
His voice is barely above a whisper.
“You hate what I do.”
He steps closer until your forehead nearly brushes his chest.
“But if you truly hated me…”
His fingers tighten just enough to remind you escape isn’t an option.
“…you never would’ve looked over your shoulder every time the restaurant door opened.” His lips ghost your ear.
“You were hoping it would be me.”
Before you can deny it, he’s already leading you toward the waiting black sedan outside. Not because you’ve surrendered.
But because everyone in the restaurant is too terrified to stop the devil from taking back what he believes was always his.
OMG Bella, tell me the hairs are standing up on the back of your neck right now. Please, please, please tell me I'm not alone.
To you, he’s death wearing a tailored smile.
“I wasn’t speaking to you.”
The words aren’t loud. They’re worse because they aren’t.
Andy calmly lowers the suppressed pistol, his expression unreadable. He steps over the body as though it were an inconvenience.
I could go on. 557 words and I could so easily copy and paste the whole thing back to you here just to point out how much I love every bit of this masterpiece. I mean come on, Andy is just so, so sinister here. It's chilling. You've definitely treated us well with this one. Thank you.
Warnings: 18+ as my blog is 18+, but this fic is all fluff.
Word Count: 410
The first thing you become aware of is warmth. Not sunlight, not yet. The curtains are still drawn against the pale dawn filtering through the trees outside the cabin.
A heavy arm draped around your waist. A broad chest pressed against your back. Slow, even breaths ghosting over the nape of your neck. You smile before you’re even fully awake.
Curtis makes a sleepy sound behind you, somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, tightening his hold just enough to pull you impossibly closer.
“Mm…” His voice is rough with sleep. “Where d’you think you’re goin’?”
You laugh softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
“You’ve become clingy.”
“I’m comfortable,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Different thing.”
“You own pillows, you know.”
“They don’t cuddle back.”
You shake your head, smiling as you turn to face him.
“There you are,” he murmurs, finally opening his eyes.
“I’ve been here the whole time.”
“Mhm.” His thumb brushes your cheek. “Still nice to see you.”
Your heart melts a little.
He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sleepy kiss. One becomes two, then three, until he’s smiling against your mouth.
His kisses wander to your jaw, then lower toward your neck.
The scruff of his beard brushes your skin.
You jolt with a tiny squeak before bursting into helpless laughter. Curtis immediately lifts his head. “Did I do somethin’?”
You can barely answer through your giggles.
“Your beard!”
“My beard?”
“It tickled!”
He blinks once.
Then a slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“I tickled you?”
“It was an accident.”
“Still counts.”
Before you can escape, he nuzzles your neck again—just enough for his beard to brush your skin.
“Curtis!”
Your laughter fills the cabin as you try to shove him away, but he catches your wrists with one hand, laughing just as hard.
“I didn’t know you were ticklish.”
“I didn’t either!”
“Hm.” He looks entirely too pleased with himself. “That feels like important information.”
“It feels like information you’re going to abuse.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
You groan dramatically.
“I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“You sure did.”
He kisses your forehead this time, careful to keep his beard away, though the grin never leaves his face.
“I’ll be nice.”
You eye him suspiciously. “I don’t believe you.”
His chuckle rumbles warmly between you, and as he pulls you back into his arms, you can’t help smiling. Somehow, you already know tomorrow morning is going to start exactly the same way.
if the muse strikes you, could i please send you a prompt for ari levinson + “you weren’t supposed to see that.”
i dont mind smutty or fluffy or whatever direction you chose to take! thank you <33
I hope you enjoy this little tidbit with Ari! ❤️
Starring: Mob!Ari Levinson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ because my blog is, but this fic is all fluff.
Word count: 509
You were looking for Ari. The house was suspiciously quiet, and for a man built like a mountain, he had an alarming habit of disappearing without making a sound.
“Ari?” you called, wandering toward the den. There was no answer. But then, something caught your ear.
“Who’s the handsomest little baby angel, huh?”
You froze.The voice was unmistakably Ari’s, low, warm, and completely unlike the gruff tone he used with just about everyone else. You crept closer, peeking around the doorway.
Your enormous, intimidating boyfriend was sitting cross-legged on the rug still in his long sleeve button down, but he had rolled the sleeves up his forearms, exposing his tattooed skin. He’s letting your puppy enthusiastically attack one of the rolled cuffs of his shirt while he rubbed little circles into the pup’s belly.
“Look at you,” Ari cooed. “My fierce little guard dog. You’re gonna protect your mama one day, aren’t you?”
The puppy answered by licking Ari square across the nose. Ari laughed. Actually laughed. A soft, breathy sound that made your heart melt.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
You blinked. “What?”
He looked up, caught red-handed with thirty pounds of wiggling fluff sprawled across his lap. “This.” He gestured vaguely between himself and the puppy. “I’ve got a reputation.”
You folded your arms, barely holding back a grin. “Oh? The reputation of a terrifying hulk who tells puppies they’re brave because they barked at the vacuum?”
Ari sighed dramatically. “It was a very aggressive vacuum.”
You laughed, finally stepping into the room. The puppy abandoned Ari immediately, racing over to you before darting right back to him, as if unwilling to choose favorites.
Ari scratched behind those floppy ears with practiced ease. “I like people thinking I’m intimidating,” he muttered.
“They still will.”
“You don’t think this hurts my image?”
You looked at the massive man, whose beard had somehow collected dog hair, and whose expression had gone impossibly gentle.
“No.” You smiled, kneeling beside him. “I think it proves what I’ve always known.”
“And what’s that?”
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “The biggest, strongest man I know has the softest heart.”
His ears turned just a little pink. “Don’t go spreadin’ that around.”
“I don’t know…” you teased. “I think I should tell everyone how you called him your ‘precious little baby angel.’”
“I absolutely did not.”
“You did.”
“I said handsomest little baby angel.”
You burst into laughter. Ari groaned, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder while the puppy happily climbed into both your laps, tail wagging hard enough to shake his whole body.
“Traitor,” Ari muttered to the dog.
The puppy rewarded him with another slobbery kiss.
“Yeah, alright,” Ari sighed, scratching under the puppy’s chin. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You smiled to yourself. The rest of the world could keep believing Ari Levinson was all broad shoulders, stern looks, and quiet intimidation. Because this version, the one who whispered encouragement to a puppy, accepted kisses with exaggerated grumbles, and blushed when you caught him being gentle, was yours.
Warnings: 18+ as my blog is 18+, but this fic is all fluff.
Word Count: 410
The first thing you become aware of is warmth. Not sunlight, not yet. The curtains are still drawn against the pale dawn filtering through the trees outside the cabin.
A heavy arm draped around your waist. A broad chest pressed against your back. Slow, even breaths ghosting over the nape of your neck. You smile before you’re even fully awake.
Curtis makes a sleepy sound behind you, somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, tightening his hold just enough to pull you impossibly closer.
“Mm…” His voice is rough with sleep. “Where d’you think you’re goin’?”
You laugh softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
“You’ve become clingy.”
“I’m comfortable,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “Different thing.”
“You own pillows, you know.”
“They don’t cuddle back.”
You shake your head, smiling as you turn to face him.
“There you are,” he murmurs, finally opening his eyes.
“I’ve been here the whole time.”
“Mhm.” His thumb brushes your cheek. “Still nice to see you.”
Your heart melts a little.
He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sleepy kiss. One becomes two, then three, until he’s smiling against your mouth.
His kisses wander to your jaw, then lower toward your neck.
The scruff of his beard brushes your skin.
You jolt with a tiny squeak before bursting into helpless laughter. Curtis immediately lifts his head. “Did I do somethin’?”
You can barely answer through your giggles.
“Your beard!”
“My beard?”
“It tickled!”
He blinks once.
Then a slow, mischievous grin spreads across his face.
“I tickled you?”
“It was an accident.”
“Still counts.”
Before you can escape, he nuzzles your neck again—just enough for his beard to brush your skin.
“Curtis!”
Your laughter fills the cabin as you try to shove him away, but he catches your wrists with one hand, laughing just as hard.
“I didn’t know you were ticklish.”
“I didn’t either!”
“Hm.” He looks entirely too pleased with himself. “That feels like important information.”
“It feels like information you’re going to abuse.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
You groan dramatically.
“I’ve made a terrible mistake.”
“You sure did.”
He kisses your forehead this time, careful to keep his beard away, though the grin never leaves his face.
“I’ll be nice.”
You eye him suspiciously. “I don’t believe you.”
His chuckle rumbles warmly between you, and as he pulls you back into his arms, you can’t help smiling. Somehow, you already know tomorrow morning is going to start exactly the same way.
What can your muse do with Andy & "So this is what you call moving on from me."
Thank you, Anon! This was a fun one! ❤️
Starring: Dark!Enforcer!andy barber x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Murder. Implied stalking.
Word Count: 557
The restaurant is quiet enough that you hear the chair scrape against the hardwood before you ever see him. Your date is laughing. He’s halfway through telling you about some hiking trail he wants to take you to next weekend when the color drains from his face.
“Sir…?”
You don’t have to turn around. Every instinct in your body already knows.
Andy.
He stands beside the table in an immaculate charcoal suit, one gloved hand tucked into his pocket, the other lazily adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. To everyone else, he looks like another wealthy businessman.
To you, he’s death wearing a tailored smile.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Your stomach knots.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“No?” His eyes drift to the man sitting across from you. “Seems I arrived right on time.”
Your date clears his throat. “Listen, man, I don’t know who…”
“I wasn’t speaking to you.”
The words aren’t loud. They’re worse because they aren’t. You stand so fast your chair topples over.
“Andy.”
His gaze finally returns to yours, softening in a way that would almost look affectionate to anyone watching.
“There she is.”
“You need to leave.”
“I asked you to come home.”
“I told you I was done.”
His jaw flexes.
“You don’t get to be done.”
Your date rises beside you, trying to position himself between you.
“I think she made herself pretty clear.”
Andy studies him for a long moment. Almost curiously. Then he sighs.
“So…” His head tilts. “This is what you call moving on from me.”
The words are almost amused.
“You don’t understand,” you whisper.
Your date squares his shoulders.
“No. You don’t understand. She doesn’t want—”
The sound that follows is deafening.
A single crack.
The room erupts into screams. Your date crumples before the sentence is ever finished. Time stops.You stare.
No. No no no…
Blood creeps across the polished floor as Andy calmly lowers the suppressed pistol, his expression unreadable. He steps over the body as though it were an inconvenience. When he reaches you, your knees nearly give out.
“You…” Your voice breaks. “You killed him.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
His gloved fingers brush a tear from your cheek with unbearable tenderness.
“Because he touched what belongs to me.”
You slap him. Hard. The dining room falls silent except for distant crying. Andy barely reacts. Instead, he smiles.
“There you are.”
His hand closes gently—but unyieldingly—around your wrist.
“I’ve missed that fire.”
You try to pull away.
He doesn’t even strain to hold you.
“You don’t get to do this!” you scream. “I hate you!”
For the first time all night, Andy looks wounded. But only for a second. Then the coldness returns.
“No.”
His voice is barely above a whisper.
“You hate what I do.”
He steps closer until your forehead nearly brushes his chest.
“But if you truly hated me…”
His fingers tighten just enough to remind you escape isn’t an option.
“…you never would’ve looked over your shoulder every time the restaurant door opened.” His lips ghost your ear.
“You were hoping it would be me.”
Before you can deny it, he’s already leading you toward the waiting black sedan outside. Not because you’ve surrendered.
But because everyone in the restaurant is too terrified to stop the devil from taking back what he believes was always his.
Thank you so much, Aspen! And right? Reader seems to not want to go, and we should be on her side for that, but something about Andy just says “I’m gonna go with him,” and it’s not because of the gun…
Curtis + cleaning his bloody knuckles + “You’re too good to be with someone like me.”
Ohhhh Curtis. Thank you, Siri!
Starring: Curtis Everett x Fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Blood talk. Blood.
Word Count: 528
The first thing Curtis did when he got home was wash his hands. Not because he cared about the blood. Because he didn’t want you to see it.
The apartment was quiet, save for the steady rush of water from the kitchen sink. Crimson spiraled down the drain in thin ribbons as he scrubbed his swollen knuckles with an old dish towel. His split skin protested every movement, but he’d endured worse. He’d always endured worse.
“You know,” your voice floated softly from the hallway, “normal people usually use soap first.”
Curtis froze. He hadn’t heard you wake up. Closing his eyes, he let out a slow breath before reaching for the bottle of dish soap, as if obeying your teasing somehow made this better. “You shouldn’t be awake.”
You stepped closer, stopping just behind him. In the reflection of the dark kitchen window, he could see your sleepy figure—bare feet, oversized sweater, hair still tousled from bed.
Then your eyes dropped to his hands.
“Curtis?”
“It’s not mine.”
You looked unconvinced. “It isn’t,” he repeated, quieter this time.
The silence that followed was somehow worse than shouting. Finally, he wrung the towel out beneath the faucet, watching pink water disappear down the drain.
“I told them to stop.” His voice was flat. “They didn’t.”
You knew better than to ask what they had done. Curtis only crossed lines when someone else crossed them first. You reached for his hand.
He pulled it away before you could touch it.
“No.”
The word came too fast. His shoulders sagged immediately.
“Please, don’t.” He kept staring into the sink, unable to look at you. “You’re too good to be with someone like me.”
The words landed with a weight that made the room feel heavy. He laughed once—a humorless, exhausted sound. “I come home looking like this.” He flexed his bruised fingers. “I solve problems with my fists because it’s the only language some people understand.” He sighs.
“You deserve somebody who comes home with flowers.”
You stepped around him until he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “I’d rather have someone who comes home.”
His jaw tightened. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“You don’t know half the things I’ve done.”
“No.” Your voice remained steady. “But I know the man who stands at the sink trying to wash every trace of it away before I have to see it.”
His breathing caught.
“I know the man who checks the locks three times before bed because he’s worried about me. I know the man who leaves the last slice of pizza because he knows it’s my favorite.”
“That’s not enough.”
“It is to me.”
You reached for his hand again.
This time, he let you. Your thumb brushed over the split skin across his knuckles, and he hissed quietly.
“You should clean these properly.”
“They’ll heal.”
“I’m not talking about your hands.”
Your eyes lifted to his. For the first time that night, Curtis looked away, not because he was hiding the blood anymore. Because letting someone care about the parts of him he’d already condemned felt far more dangerous than any fight he’d ever walked into.
Soft dark Steve + "If you wanted seclusion, you only needed to say so."
Eva, Steve is always going to make sure you’re ok.
Starring: Soft!dark!steve rogers x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Stalking. Coercion. NC/DC
Word Count: 512
You hadn’t meant to disappear. It had started with one ignored phone call, then another. Your apartment had become suffocating, every notification another demand, another person wanting something from you. So you’d turned your phone off, thrown a sweatshirt over your pajamas, and rented a forgotten cabin tucked deep into the mountains.
No signal. No neighbors. No expectations. For the first time in months, you could hear yourself think. Or so you believed.
The floorboards creaked behind you just after sunset.You froze, mug halfway to your lips. He leaned one broad shoulder against the doorway like he belonged there, dressed in a dark henley with rain still clinging to his hair, entirely unsurprised to find you.
“Steve?” Your pulse stumbled.
“You—”
“I knocked.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You had music on.”
“I don’t have service.” Your voice came out thinner than you intended. “No one knew where I was.”
“I did.”
Steve crossed the room with measured steps, stopping close enough that you could smell cedar and rain.
“Why did you follow me?”
“I’ve been making sure you were safe.”
“Those aren’t the same thing.”
“No.” He didn’t even pretend otherwise. You looked toward the window. Trees stretched endlessly into the dark, swallowing the world beyond the glass.
“I needed to get away.”
“I know.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did.”
Your laugh came out hollow.
“If you knew, then why are you here?”
His expression softened in a way that almost made it worse. One hand reached up, brushing an escaped strand of hair behind your ear with impossible gentleness.
“If you wanted seclusion,” he murmured, “you only needed to say so.”
Your brow furrowed.
“I would’ve cleared my schedule.”
His thumb lingered against your cheek.
“I would’ve stocked the pantry.”
Another heartbeat.
“I would’ve made sure no one could find you.”
Your breath caught. “Including you?”
“You shouldn’t have to face the world alone,” he continued quietly. “But you don’t get to vanish from me. I won’t spend three days wondering whether you’re hiding… or bleeding… or lying in a ditch because no one knows where you went.”
Every word carried the weight of sleepless nights and contingency plans you hadn’t known existed. “I checked every road camera between the city and these mountains,” he admitted. “I visited your office. Your favorite café. I had Sam call every hospital within two hundred miles.”
Your stomach twisted. “You… did all that?”
“I started after the first missed call.”
You should have been angry. Maybe part of you was. But beneath the possessiveness, beneath the frightening certainty that he’d found you because he always would, was something harder to deny.
He’d been terrified. Steve rested his forehead lightly against yours. “Next time,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “tell me you need the world to disappear.”
His hand settled at the small of your back, steady and warm.
“I’ll make it happen.”
The cabin was silent again.
Only now, you couldn’t decide if the quiet felt like freedom, or if Steve Rogers had somehow become your favorite kind of captivity.
I’ll sign up for a chase from Curtis any day. Thank you, Lila! ❤️
Starring: Alpha!Curtis Everett x Fem!omega reader
Warnings: 18+. A/B/O. NC/DC. Chasing. Talk of cum.
Word Count: 480
The forest swallowed every frantic breath.
Branches clawed at your bare arms as you stumbled between towering pines, your pulse roaring louder than the wind. Damp moss slipped beneath your feet, and the oversized shirt—his shirt—barely covered your thighs as you ducked behind the broad trunk of an ancient cedar.
You couldn’t hear a thing. No footsteps. Nothing. You pressed a hand over your mouth, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose. Have you lost him?
A twig snapped somewhere to your left. Your head whipped toward the sound. Nothing. Another snap. Behind you this time. Your heart sank. He wasn’t crashing through the woods. He wasn’t calling your name.
He was hunting. Very slowly. Very patiently, like he knew every inch of these woods better than he knew the lines on his own hands. You darted from your hiding place, weaving between the trees, ignoring the sting of bark scraping your legs.
Don’t look back. You couldn’t help it. You looked. For one terrifying second, all you caught was the empty forest. Then a broad silhouette stepped from behind a pine.
Curtis.
His flannel hung open over a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He made no move to hurry after you. He simply tilted his head, eyes fixed on yours from thirty yards away.
“You can keep running,” he called, his voice carrying effortlessly through the trees. “It’ll only make it harder to catch your breath.”
You turned and ran again. Your lungs burned. Every rustle of leaves sounded like he was right behind you. Every shadow became him. You slipped down a shallow embankment, catching yourself against a fallen log before ducking beneath its tangled roots. Your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as you listened.
Just owls, and the breeze. Oh, and your heartbeat.
Then, close enough that warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear…
“You hide pretty.”
You gasped, spinning too fast. He was already there. One hand caught your waist before you could bolt again. “You gave me a good chase.” His hand slipped from your waist to your hip. “I almost thought that this time it was going to be a challenge.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “But we both knew how this was going to end.” He maneuvers you onto your hand and knees, your fingers sinking into the soft earth.
“No… please…”
He pushes your cheek to the dirt and lifts up the shirt he gave you to wear after he had taken you. Two of his thick fingers dip between your folds, gathering the mixture of his cum and your juices from the times he’s taken you before he released you for the chase.
“You’re gonna stop running now.” Curtis says to you as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his throbbing cock. “I’m going to make you take my knot under the stars.”
The safehouse sat at the end of a forgotten logging road, swallowed by pine trees and silence. It was too quiet. You should’ve trusted that instinct. The front door hung open by an inch. No guards. No alarms. No movement.
Just stillness.
Your pistol came up as you eased inside. The smell hit first. Copper. Death.
Your target, the accountant who’d stolen millions from a dozen mercenary outfits, was slumped in a wooden chair. One clean gunshot between the eyes. Cold enough to tell you he’d been dead for hours.
The bounty was gone before you’d even arrived.
A slow clap echoed through the cabin.
You froze.
“See?” a familiar voice drawled from somewhere behind you. “Now that’s the face I was hoping for.”
You turn, seeing Lloyd leaned lazily against the doorway you’d just walked through, immaculate despite the blood drying on the floor behind the chair. Hair perfectly styled. Black fitted shirt that’s maybe too tight defining every curve of muscle in his chest and abs. Like he’d shown up for brunch instead of murder.
He smiled. “So nice of you to make the trip.”
Your gun snapped toward him. His grin widened.
“You know…” he sighed. “I was almost offended.”
“You wanted the bounty.”
“I wanted you.”
Your finger tightened on the trigger.
“So I leaked the location.”
Your stomach dropped.
“You what?”
“You didn’t steal anything.” He tapped his temple. “I let you.”
Every detail suddenly rearranged itself.The unlocked server. The suspiciously absent encryption key.The guard who’d been far too easy to bribe. None of it had been luck.
It had all been…
“You.”
Lloyd pointed at you like a proud teacher.
“Gold star.”
“You set me up.”
“I prefer invited.”
“You murdered a man just to lure me here?”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” He glanced at the corpse. “I was going to kill him anyway. He was boring.”
“You’ve lost your damn mind.”
“Probably.” He shrugged as though discussing the weather. “But then…” his smile sharpened, “…you decided to get ambitious.” He continues.
“You’ve been stealing contracts, undercutting me. Making people think you’re smarter than you are.” His eyes settle on you then. “Then you tried stealing from me.”
The cabin suddenly felt much smaller. He takes a slow step toward you.
“You didn’t think you’d really get away with that, did you?” Another step. “You honestly thought I’d wake up, discover one of my assets missing, and just…accept it?”
Your pistol never wavered. “I’m still the one holding the gun.”
“And yet,” he kept walking. “You haven’t fired.”
Something cold settled in your chest. Lloyd noticed. He always noticed.
“What?”
“You’re thinking.”
You backed toward the nearest window. He didn’t stop you. “You’ve already planned three escape routes.”
Another step.
“You’ve decided the window’s fastest.”
Another.
“You’re wondering why I’m not worried.”
Because he wasn’t. Not even a little.
“You know why?” he asked softly.
You said nothing.
“Because every exit is covered.”
Silence.
“The road?”
He nodded toward the trees outside.
“Mine.”
“The ridge?”
Another nod.
“Mine.”
“The truck you drove here?”
He chuckled.
“Not anymore.”
“You really are an asshole.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
He stopped just outside arm’s reach. Close enough to notice he still hadn’t reached for his own weapon.He didn’t need to.
“You’ve been chasing me for months,” you said quietly.
“No.”
His smile faded into something calmer.
“Months ago, I was curious.” His eyes met yours. “Now, I’m invested.”
Your finger rested against the trigger.
“So what now?”
His smile returned, slow, smug, utterly insufferable.
“Now we have a conversation.”
He glanced briefly toward the dead man in the chair.
“Because if I’m going to punish someone for trying to outplay me, I’d much rather it be the one who’s still alive.
Lloyd exploded into motion. One moment he was standing just out of reach, wearing that infuriating grin. The next, he was on you.
His boot connected with your wrist in a sharp, practiced strike. Pain shot up your arm as your fingers flew open, your pistol skidding across the worn cabin floor until it clattered uselessly into the far corner.
“Damn it—”
You twisted, throwing an elbow where his ribs should have been. He wasn’t there. A hand caught your forearm. Another hooked around your waist. The world lurched.
Before you could plant your feet or recover your balance, he’d pivoted with frightening efficiency. His boot sent the corpse sprawling unceremoniously from the wooden chair, and before the body had even finished hitting the floor, he was dragging you off balance and folding you over his knee in one fluid, practiced movement, as though he’d planned every second of it from the moment you walked through the cabin door.
“Get your hands off me!”
He chuckled, one hand keeping you firmly pinned as you struggled to wrench yourself free. Every twist and kick only earned another effortless adjustment of his grip, as though he were humoring you rather than restraining you.
“Finished?” he asked lightly.
“Go to hell.”
“Temper, temper.”
The sharp swat landed more as an insult than an injury, punctuating your outburst. You went rigid, outrage burning hotter than the sting itself.
“You son of a—”
Lloyd laughed outright, another two hard spanks landed on your ass, and you felt your cheeks burn as the sensation sent shockwaves straight to your core.
“I do appreciate the effort,” he said. “You almost made me think I was going to have to work for this.”
He tugged down your tactical pants, whistling low at the delicate thong hidden between your cheeks. He gives your ass one more smack, reveling in watching your skin ripple.
“Next time you decide to steal from me,” you don’t even have to look at him to know there’s a sickening, smug, smile plastered on his face. You can feel it.
Dark or soft!dark Ari + seeing something you shouldn’t + “Shh shh shh, I can be nice.”
Ohhh Siri… this version of Ari… 🔥🥵💀🥴
Starring: Soft!dark! Ari Levinson x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+. Murder. Kidnapping.
Word Count: 606
The smell of wet asphalt filled the alley behind the restaurant, neon reflections trembling in puddles from the earlier storm as you hugged your sweater tighter and cursed yourself for staying so late. You should’ve brought a heavier coat.
The shortcut would save you ten minutes. It would also ruin your life. Voices echoed ahead. One pleading. One terrifyingly calm.
“I swear, Ari—”
The sound that followed wasn’t a gunshot. It was wet.
A strangled gasp cut off as a broad figure drove a knife forward with practiced precision. Once. Twice. Then a final thrust that silenced the man forever. Your breath caught.
The giant of a man straightened slowly, rolling one broad shoulder as if he’d merely finished another item on his schedule. He reached into the breast pocket of his black suit and withdrew a perfectly folded white handkerchief. With almost insulting care, he dragged the fabric along the blade, wiping away crimson until polished steel gleamed beneath the street light.
The handkerchief, once immaculate, bloomed scarlet. Your stomach lurched. You stumbled backward, and a bottle beneath your shoe cracked. Silence.
“Well, well, well…” His deep voice drifted through the alley. “So much for privacy.”
You ran. Or tried to. A hand wrapped around your wrist before you’d taken two steps. You gasped as he turned you to face him. Up close, he was even more intimidating—bearded jaw, unreadable blue eyes, expensive cologne mixing horribly with the metallic scent lingering in the air.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I—I won’t tell anyone.”
“No?”
You nodded so fast your vision blurred.
“I swear.”
A smile played across his mouth. It somehow made him look more dangerous. “They all swear.”
He lifted the knife, not threateningly, almost thoughtfully. The cool, flat side of the blade traced beneath your chin, encouraging your head upward. Your pulse hammered against the steel.
His eyes followed the frantic beat in your throat.
“So scared.”
“I’m begging you…”
The knife drifted lower, its tip barely grazing the fabric of your sweater as it traveled down your shoulder, never quite breaking skin.
“You know,” he murmured, “most people assume men like me enjoy this part.”
You gulp.
“The fear.”
Another featherlight pass of cold steel along your sleeve.
“They’re usually wrong.”
He folded the stained handkerchief once, twice, and tucked it back into his pocket as though it hadn’t just absorbed another man’s blood. Then he sighed.
“I had plans tonight.”
“You can still go,” you whispered desperately. “Pretend I wasn’t here.”
“You witnessed a murder.”
“I didn’t see your face.”
“You’ve been looking directly at me for almost a minute.”
“Oh….”
A low chuckle escaped him, and you felt your knees give out.
“I’m afraid there aren’t many solutions to this.”
You swallow a sob as your tears fall, and he tsks.
“Shh… shh… shh.”
His voice softened into something dangerously comforting.
“I can be nice.” The words should have reassured you, but they made your blood run colder. Because nice wasn’t the same thing as merciful.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Ari continued. “In fact…” His head tilted as if considering a business proposition. “I’d rather keep you alive.”
Your heart stopped.
“You’ve seen too much to walk away.”
He offered you his hand. Like a gentleman inviting someone to dance.
“So now,” he said, with the faintest smile, “you’ll simply have to stay where I can keep an eye on you.”
You stared at his outstretched hand. Behind him, the alley disappeared into darkness. Ahead of you…
There wasn’t really an ahead anymore, only Ari. Waiting patiently. Entirely confident that, one way or another, you were leaving with him.
