An emotion in motion

Eva. Late 30s. Sometimes I write. 18+ Minors DNI

[biteofcherry]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

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Ari Levinson Masterlist

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Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

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Andy Barber Masterlist

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Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

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Curtis Everett Masterlist

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Nick Fowler Masterlist

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Stucky Masterlist

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Jake Jensen Masterlist

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Chris (Destroyer)

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Who is he? (a choose your own babe ficlets)

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The Babe Lottery

New Year's Eve Babe Lottery

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Kinky Monster Cocktober

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Naughty Game

[sensitivebutgangsta]

I am the cherry on top.

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

How are you? I am OK!

I don't have much time today so all creativity lies with you. Who is he and how do you fall into his clutches?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Ahh, I wanted to write a full blurb for this, but my brain is a little rusty from being overworked with studying 😅

So let me just go with basic outline:

Steve is the golden star of MMA

admired for shown honour and liked for his sassy mouth, but he's more layered than the public suspects

His advisor and best friend, Bucky, decides to bring a sport psychologist to the team

Steve's not exactly against it

but when he meets you, he decides he's interested in something else than your expertise

And Steve is a very determined man, who has a tendency to fuck the rules

So not only he doesn't care for ethics, but crosses lines to get you as his ultimate lifetime prize 😏

Thank you for sending! 🩷 Take care of yourself! I hope you'll get some rest this weekend.

[biteofcherry]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🩵

Thanks for sending this, Aspen ❤️

Five of my favorite fics? I'm going to be so predictable with that, lol

Touch The Darkness - one, because dark mafia Steve is addictive and I will never be out of his clutches fully. Two, because it's my first fully finished multichapter that was all planned out and each chapter brought me so much fun.

The Sacred Hunt - I have a certain soul-connection to the medieval mixed with folklore vibe and dipping into this ceremony that is on the wild side, but gives a steady ground to build a simple life around? I loved it and still love to think about it. Also, hunter Curtis is hot 🤭

Grain of Truth - obviously! How could I not pick my first, fiercest love, aka Alpha Steve?🥹 I may have stopped regular chapters, but I still love thinking about them.

Bad Moon Rising - another Alpha, but I love Ari who started from a dark drop and developed into a flawed, but still amazing, lovable man. While I have maaany Alphas, lol, I like this take on Ari being wilder, more impulsive, not so chill, yet very protective and a great leader.

The Masshole - I didn't pick chef Andy to make the list more interesting, but because I really, really like the writing style in this. It's nothing extraordinary, but I'm just proud of the way I constructed it and how it matches the sassy vibe of Andy and his restaurant.

[thezombieprostitute]

Which is more appealing?

King Curtis with a breeding kink

Mob boss Steve Rogers with a corruption kink

Voting ended onJun 2

[stargazingfangirl18]

RUDE. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO CHOOSE. BUT ALSO, I CHOSE KING!CURTIS WITH A BREEDING KINK, AGAIN 😡

[thezombieprostitute]

He has been on my mind but then @biteofcherry got me distracted with Mob Boss Steve.

[biteofcherry]

[thezombieprostitute]

I'd say "unrepentant" but Steve assures me you've done nothing wrong and are, in fact, his sweet, innocent angel.

[biteofcherry]

I am his sweet angel! 🙂‍↕️ I'm his sweet anything he needs me to be.

[stargazingfangirl18]

After scaring me with Prized Possession Curtis talk, you now owe me happy thots 😜

That is very fair 😆 Happy thots like maybeeee something cute about Pound Town!Steve?! ☺️

And how you’re so 🥺 when you discover that he can draw.

Like really draw.

As if he wasn’t already perfect enough 🙄now you know that when Steve puts pencil to paper, he can fill it with something so intricately detailed and lovingly crafted that it’s like witnessing actual facts magic before your very eyes.

You don’t even tease or sass him about it either. You’re usually too mesmerized to do so.

And despite the fact that Steve seems shy about it at first (his ears are pink and everything!!), it becomes one of his favorite ways to spend a Saturday morning. With you curled close to his side watching as he sketches whatever he feels inspired by that day. But also knowing when he has you perched close, he needs to make sure it’s not you he’s drawing, because then you get a little cranky and huffy because it makes you stupidly shy 😡

So as much as you love his work, he’ll be sure to keep the little drawing pad filled with sketches of you, his favorite thing to draw, tucked away for now 🤭

[biteofcherry]

I love him and I love them and I love him and I love them and AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! 😍💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Damn that stupidly handsome, incredibly talented, loving and caring man. He's brainwashing me just by existing and being like that 🥹

Can you imagine a rainy day, everything is quiet but fir the sound of patter against the windows. You're curled next to Steve, wrapped in a soft blanket, with your cheek resting on his left shoulder. And you're watching him sketch this detailed, beautiful drawing. It's fascinating and absorbing like a book or movie!

[thezombieprostitute]

Which is more appealing?

King Curtis with a breeding kink

Mob boss Steve Rogers with a corruption kink

Voting ended onJun 2

[stargazingfangirl18]

RUDE. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO CHOOSE. BUT ALSO, I CHOSE KING!CURTIS WITH A BREEDING KINK, AGAIN 😡

[thezombieprostitute]

He has been on my mind but then @biteofcherry got me distracted with Mob Boss Steve.

[biteofcherry]

[stargazingfangirl18]

Silly thot just for funsies! PT universe, but to get an Alpha Omega has to buy him at an auction 😏

And it's not so easy, because of course wealthy families make sure their omega daughters get the most impressive Alphas. But sometimes an Omega saves up for many years to splurge on a good quality Alpha, or they have some connections, or win a contest.

How would each Omega get their Alphas? Who saved up? Who has wealthy background or connections? It has to be hard to buy both Andy and Ari, so how does that happen?

Hissy Omega probably steals/kidnaps Steve 🤭

You're so creative, my friend!

I don't really have solid answers for every pairing in the PT verse, but some immediate thoughts that came to me!!!

Freezy's sweet omega adopts him from a prison rehabilitation program. She's such a sweet, giving homemaker--and lonely too--that I think this would really be something she is excited to participate in. And of course Freezey is wary AF at first, but then he realizes he pretty much hit the jackpot.

I could see Bryce's omega coming from a wealthy background/having connections. Maybe marrying him off is a way to keep him out of trouble after he gets caught up in some shady stuff. His grandfather is having none of it, and is ready to write Bryce out of his will if he doesn't settle down and agree to this.

Okay super AU for this one butttt what if Steve's sassy omega actually kind of fake adopts smol!Steve 🥹 Maybe he's a new hire at the omega clinic where she works, and because of his small size and health issues, he gets picked on a lot by some of the alphas and betas, and well, our girl ain't having none of that.

And then we have Andy and Ari's omega. You are so right in the fact that two prime alphas would cost a pretty penny. Luckily, our hissy kitty got a very nice settlement after the breeder facility where she was captive got raided and the gross, abusive breeder was taken down. While he rots away in prison, omega gets to settle down in a nice, quiet home with her two new alphas, who she gets to boss around since she's in charge, okay? 😤

[biteofcherry]

I loooove these!

Freezy not deserving such luck, hopefully he makes the sweet Omega really happy for saving his ass like that and giving him a cosy life.

🥹❤️🥹 at feral Omega taking smol Steve! It hits especially wonderful after their recent conversation in PT universe ❤️

And yesss to bossing Andy and Ari around 🤭 let's be real, Ari would love it and worship the ground she walks on, lol

[daylightdreamscape]

“ His character in The Losers (Jake Jensen) is the most like Chris in real life.” - Lisa Evans

[send-the-raven]

[biteofcherry]

on a hike with Curtis 🫠

[thezombieprostitute]

Breakfast Conversation

A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I never understood a single word he said”

Warnings: Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 217

"I've heard that cats are more talkative when their owners are talkative, but Fred isn't very vocal," Mary says to the table.

"He probably talks plenty when we're not home," Frank suggests.

"He talks to me all the time," you chime in. "Your first day at school? He was extra chatty! I never understood a word he said but he must've been missing you."

"He doesn't talk to you," Mary accuses with a small glare.

You shrug your shoulders. "Not to me, of course. I think he likes the sound of his own voice."

Mary huffs in disbelief. "If that were the case, he'd be talking all the time."

"Fair enough," you concede. "But I still promise he talks a lot when you two are gone."

"And where's your proof?"

"What? You can't just take my word for it?"

Frank interjects, "you've been known to tease and exaggerate."

Mary points at him while giving you a "see?" look and you raise your hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I'll see about getting you proof."

Mary jumps out of her chair, "you have a camera! I'll go get it so we can set it up!"

You and Frank give each other terrified looks before chasing after her, hoping to catch her before she accidentally sees what's on the camera.

Tagging: @agustdboyoongie; @alicedopey; @alphabetically-deranged; @blobfishlol; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @stellar-solar-flare; @thiquefunlover63

[biteofcherry]

bwahahahaha 🤣🤣🤣 the way I laughed at the panic over camera

But I'm sure the content on it is definitely not for anyone to see, especially Mary 😂

[witchywithwhiskey]

the life of a thief ⟨part 1⟩

part 1 ⟡ part 2 (coming soon!)

pairing: mafia enforcer!steve rogers x female reader x mafia boss!bucky barnes

summary: you've spent weeks conning the boss of the brooklyn mafia, but when you're steps away from stealing the Blue Diamond of Alqualondë for your employer, you're caught by the boss's most trusted enforcer. then, things take a turn for the worse when you realize you weren't conning the mob boss—he was luring you into his trap.

warnings: mature content, eventual 18+ content (minors dni!!!), sexual tension (resolved in part 2), almost kiss, teasing touches, possessive touches, attempted sexual coercion, enemies to (eventual) lovers, bit of a cliffhanger ending

word count: 3.0k

a/n: i had an idea for @thezombieprostitute's Let's Plan A Heist challenge while i was working on my chef Jack Abbot fic but i didn't want to start it until i finished that fic. then by the time i got around to writing it, i realized the challenge was almost over. so! i've split what was supposed to be a one-shot into two parts, and this is the first part. part 1 is mostly setup/sexual tension while the next part will be mostly smut, and i'm going to work on it next, so it should be posted soon-ish! thank you Zombie for hosting such a fun challenge, and i hope everyone enjoys reading about our tricksy little thief!!

prompts used: mansion, party/celebration, you were hired, long con, solo, rival

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

In the life of a thief—the life you’d chosen, mostly willingly—it was important that nothing rattled you. You had to keep your cool in any situation you found yourself in, or else you could end up dead. It was a skill you’d honed over the years and it meant you could be held at gunpoint and not even break a sweat. 

But those words, said by that voice, sent a shiver of unease down your spine like nothing you’d ever felt before. A guilty grimace contorted your face before you could stop it, and you could only thank the universe that the man the voice belonged to was behind you, so he had no way of seeing it.

Taking a breath and reaching for the calmness that seemed to exist in endless reserves on all your other jobs, you steeled yourself. You schooled your features into an expression that was much more innocent before you turned around and faced the source of that voice.

Steve Rogers cut an intimidating figure, clad in a tailored suit that exquisitely highlighted his tall stature and broad shoulders. His narrow waist and thick, muscular thighs looked like a million bucks in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, giving you a tantalizing tease of all that golden skin he had under his clothes…

You nipped that thought right in the bud, focusing your gaze on Steve’s face—his stupidly handsome face—which was contorted into a cold, furious scowl. You couldn’t help but notice that even that expression looked good on him, and you had to force yourself to concentrate on the problem at hand.

Because the frown on Steve’s face wasn’t the one he typically wore in your presence. No, this particularly charming glower was because he’d discovered you in the secret, locked room in his boss’s Brooklyn mansion. The one that housed the mafia boss’s private collection of art, jewels, and other priceless valuables in a cramped maze that looked like an elegant version of a museum’s storage room.

It was a room that you absolutely, one hundred percent, shouldn’t be in. 

But not everything in that room was priceless. The Blue Diamond of Alqualondë would fetch your employer a cool $5.8 million on the black market. All you had to do was retrieve it, steal it away from the mansion and put it in your employer’s hands. Then you’d get the $1 million you were promised…and your debts would be forgiven. Finally.

Giving your head a subtle, impatient shake, you reminded yourself that you didn’t have time to ruminate on the mess you were in. It didn’t matter that you’d been forced to get close enough to a mafia boss to be invited to one of the exclusive parties at his mansion—or that you’d enjoyed your time with the Brooklyn mob boss more than you should’ved.

You had to focus on the problem in front of you. Namely the fiercely protective and extremely dangerous mafia enforcer standing between you and your freedom.

“Would you believe,” you began, sauntering toward Steve and putting a little extra sway in your hips. The gown you wore hugged your curves lovingly, a slit up the side offering teasing views of your bare thigh. It was meant to be a distraction of a dress and it was doing its job. “That I got lost while looking for the bathroom?”

A little zip of satisfaction shot straight down your spine when Steve’s cold, blue eyes dipped briefly to your body, raking quickly over your chest, your hips, your legs, like he couldn’t help himself. But the excitement you felt at getting the man’s attention fizzled when his gaze returned to your face, harder than before.

But you wouldn’t—couldn’t—be deterred. It was imperative that you distract Steve and get him out of the room so you could sneak back later and steal the Blue Diamond of Alqualondë from his boss’s collection. How exactly you’d do that when the enforcer who already didn’t trust you, would be on higher alert? That was a problem for later you.

All you could do was deal with one problem at a time. So you moved closer to the big, intimdating man and slunk into his personal space, placing a hand over the breast pocket of his jacket while you fluttered your lashes at him. 

“This place is just so big and confusing,” you murmured demurely, trying to play the role of damsel in distress while you surreptitiously searched his jacket for something, anything to help you get free. 

But aside from a couple guns in shoulder holsters, all you found were the hard muscles Steve hid beneath his tailored suit. You forced yourself to ignore the twist of attraction in your belly, the melting warmth that sang in your blood, and urged you to do something stupid, something too fucking reckless, even for you. 

It became easier when Steve’s lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and he stopped your wandering hand in its tracks. He gave you a tight warning squeeze before letting his hands fall and stuffing them in his pockets, making a show of how little of a threat he thought you posed.

“From anyone else, I might believe that excuse,” Steve rumbled, staring down his nose at you. His eyes were like two chips of ice, sending even more cold anxiety down your spine, and it was only your years of practice that kept you from wilting under his angry stare. “But not from you, sweetheart.”

It disturbed you how much you liked hearing Steve call you by that pet name, even if his tone was dripping with disdain as he said it. In your head, you reached for the calm that typically came so easily when you were working a job, but you found it was rapidly depleting. 

There was something about Steve Rogers that left you feeling stripped bare and defenseless, and it took much more effort than usual to gather your charm and clever tactics around you like protective armor. Giving an indignant, offended huff of a laugh, you swatted Steve’s chest like you were old friends.

“You’re so mean to me, Stevie,” you whined in your sweetest, most ingratiating voice, batting your eyes at the scowling enforcer. “I’m just a little lost,” you said, pouting up at him with your most pathetic expression.

At the same time, you pressed closer, your tits brushing against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure rioting in your belly, your nipples tightening beneath the thin, slinky fabric of your dress. It took everything in you to hold back a shiver as desire ran rampant in your body, making you feel hot and achy.

“Cut the shit, sweetheart,” Steve snapped, his anger bleeding over into his tone in a way that made his voice hard and unrelenting. It got you thinking about other things of his that would feel hard and unrelenting and could help soothe the ache between your thighs…

“This room is kept locked, so try again,” Steve growled, leaning in until he was looming above you, using that stupid heigh to his advantage. 

However, the movement also pressed you closer to him, your tits brushing his chest and making your breath hitch as your nipples rubbed against him again. Steve’s eyes dropped to your tits, which were heaving in the low neckline of your dress, in danger of spilling out. 

A sound, like a choked off, hungry growl, rumbled in Steve’s chest, and the air in the room crackled with unresolved tension. It went straight to your head, that sound, and you could feel your brain melting a little at how much pure, undiluted lust was etched into Steve’s handsome face.

For a moment, between one breath and the next, you thought Steve Rogers might kiss you. You were already sagging in relief at the thought, your body sinking deeper into him, your hands pressed flat against the lapels of his jacket, ready to grab him and haul him even closer. 

You knew the kiss would be good. It would be devastating for the both of you, and your body lit up with the anticipation… but the kiss never came.

With a violent jerk of his head, Steve wrenched his gaze from your mouth, where he’d been staring at your lips like they were the answer to all his life’s problems, and he looked past your shoulder, deep into the maze of the room. He swallowed thickly, put some space between your bodies and finally looked back at you. 

When he did, his expression was guarded, and all the lust that had filled his face had been buried deep within the span of a few seconds. All that remained was the distrust that had haunted his blue eyes since you first appeared in his boss’s life. 

“Now, answer me, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, his voice going infinitesimally softer on the pet name before he continued on. “What were you doing in here?”

The sudden shift in Steve’s mood was effective in waking you up from the lust spell you’d fallen into, and you realized you had one last card to play in an effort to get out of your disastrous situation. It was a long shot—Steve was so loyal to his boss, that it was unlikely he’d betray him for anything—but you had to try.

So you pressed your soft body more deliberately against the hard, unyielding bulk of Steve’s form, taking care to keep your wits about you as you danced your fingers along the line of his jacket. You let your fingertips trace the buttons of his white dress shirt, down to his abdomen, feeling the muscles of his stomach spasm at your touch. 

Steve’s face remained a stony, unforgiving mask as you teased your nails along the hem of his pants, toying with the leather of his belt. You sucked in a breath for courage, emboldened by the bulge brushing against your hip and looked at the handsome mafia enforcer from under your lashes.

“What’ll it take to make you leave and forget you ever saw me in here?” you asked silkily, pushing up onto your tiptoes so you could murmur in Steve’s ear, your breath ghosting tantalizingly against his bearded jaw. “I promise to make it worth your while, sir.” 

You were pressed so close to Steve that you felt his body go rigid at the honorific, his breath rushing out of him like you’d knocked the air out of his lungs. A pleased smirk teased the corners of your lips and you took his reaction as a sign to press your advantage, brushing your hand lower until your fingertips teased along the hard ridge of his cock in his pants.

But before you could cup his bulge through his clothes, Steve’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling it none too gently away from his lap. He yanked so hard on your arm that it put you off balance, and if it wasn’t for Steve’s other hand settling on your hip, his palm a possessive, heated touch, you might’ve tumbled back onto your ass.

“You’re delusional if you thought that would work on me, sweetheart,” Steve growled, the barest hint of teasing in the pet name as it rolled off his tongue.

A shiver skated down your spine, one you weren’t able to temper, and you felt more than saw Steve’s smirk. Using his grip on your wrist and your hip, he drew you closer, and—damn him—your stomach swooped when you felt the hard length of his cock press against your belly. 

It was all you could do to breathe normally and not pant over the hot mafia enforcer like a dog in heat. But that had its downsides, too, because Steve smelled good. Expensive cologne mixed with something dangerous, like gunpowder, and god help you, but you thought you could get high off his scent. 

You were so close to huffing Steve’s scent like a desperate hussy when his hand around your wrist squeezed, making you blink the lust from your gaze and look up at him. A smirk teased around the edges of his mouth and he looked so fucking devastatingly handsome, you wanted to kick him—or kiss him. 

“Tell me what you were doing in here,” Steve rumbled, looming over you once more in a clear attempt to intimidate you into answering. “And who you’re working for. Be honest, be honest—if you’re honest, we might go easy on you.”

At the reference to your employer, your spine went ramrod straight, and panic flooded your mind. You were so distracted by the thought of who’d hired you that you didn’t notice the way Steve’s eyes flicked briefly over your shoulder. Nor did you notice his use of “we” when it was only him in the room. 

As far as you were aware at least.

In the life of a thief, these were the kinds of rookie mistakes that could get you caught, could get you killed. Unfortunately for you, you were too scared of your employer and too off-balance by the closeness of the mafia enforcer, to even realize you’d made such amateur errors. 

You thought you were still in control of the situation, so you huffed an indignant sound and tossed your head, giving the appearance that you were offended by Steve’s words and the implied accusation. 

Tipping your head back, you managed to look down your nose at the taller man as you scrambled for another way out of the room so you could return later for the diamond you’d been hired to steal. It took only a moment for your clever mind to come up with something, even if it wasn’t your best work.

“Your boss told me to meet him here,” you said, latching onto the first excuse you could think of that you hadn’t tried already. It didn’t matter, in your mind, that it probably wouldn’t work. It had to work because you couldn’t disappoint your employer. It wasn’t an option. “He said he wanted to show me something, but I think he just wanted to get me alone.”

It felt stiff and fake, even to you, as you winked at Steve, but using his boss’s attraction to you was your last-ditch effort to get the enforcer to let you go. You just needed his grip to ease up long enough for him to check in with his boss so that you could use the distraction to escape. 

However, you hadn’t accounted for the universe—and the mafia boss and his most trusted enforcer—to be working so expertly against you. 

That time, you did notice when Steve’s gaze moved from your face to something over your shoulder, something deeper in the maze of the mansion’s secret room. Anxiety flooded your body and no matter how much you tried to remain calm, you could feel yourself beginning to panic.

“Is that right?” Steve asked, and despite all your instincts telling you that he wasn’t speaking to you, you opened your mouth to answer him. But he went on before you could. “Did you ask her to meet you here—did you give her your key?”

Your stomach was sinking down to your knees, which were in danger of wobbling as panic consumed your chest, making your heart hammer against your ribs like a bird trying to escape its cage. Your mouth was dry, and for once in your life, you were too stunned to speak. 

You could only watch in horror as Steve’s gaze—cold, blue and knowing—returned to your face, even as he continued speaking to someone else. You had a sneaking suspicion that you already knew who that someone else would turn out to be.

“Or did she pilfer it and sneak in here like the dirty little thief that she is?”

“That depends,” came a voice from behind you—one that was warm and filled with humor, even as it held a dangerous edge. One that you recognized.

It was the voice that belonged to the man of the house, the one you’d spent the past weeks cozying up to so you could steal from him. The one you’d secretly begun to like, along with his loyal enforcer, though that was a secret you planned to take to your grave. Unfortunately, it seemed tha might happen sooner rather than later.

“Does it count as stealing if I let her lift it off me so I could see what she’d do with it?”

Bucky Barnes sauntered into you line of view, shooting you a devastatingly charming grin that made you feel like your panties wanted to melt right off your body. You’d worked hard to ignore your attraction to the Brooklyn mafia boss, but in that moment, you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to him.

With his broad shoulders, bright eyes and towering stature, Bucky was one of the handsomest men you’d ever met. He was hot enough to give Steve a run for his money, and he had the charisma to wield those good looks like a dangerous weapon. You thought you’d been impervious to his hotness and his charms, but in that moment, you realized you weren’t.

Still, it wasn’t until Bucky slid in behind you, curving his big hands possessively around your waist, and caging you in between him and Steve that you realized just how much trouble you were in. Because the whole time you’d been thinking you were conning the head of the Brooklyn mafia and his right-hand man, they had clearly been three steps ahead of you. 

And now you were caught in their trap—literally. You were caught between their big, strong bodies, with nowhere to go and no tricks left up your sleeve. All you had left was to see what they’d do, and hope you could escape with your life, if not with the score that could save you from your employer’s wrath.

The life of a thief wasn’t for the weak, and it was a good thing you were made of stronger stuff than most. You just had to keep your head in the game and not get distracted by Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, and maybe, just maybe, you could still win your freedom.

But too bad for you, that might be easier said than done…

thank you for reading, part 2 is coming soon!! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! ♡♡♡

[biteofcherry]

Would Steve believe I sneaked in hoping he would find me and get all handsy with me? And use that growly, mean voice? 🤭

Ahh, but I actually love how scarily smart and two steps ahead Bucky and Steve are. Intelligent men, who have hard dicks but don't think with them are so hot 🥵

And now we're trapped between a hard and a hard place...

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 20 Reblog Masterlist 2026

Week 20 Reblog Masterlist 2026

Welcome to Week 20, 2026, or Week 332. As always, the fics will be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 20, 2026:

Neighborhood watch (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @blowingbarnes ❤️

A birthday to remember 1 (Stucky X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚💙

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @luveline 💚

This time is now (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @thceseus 💚

Unchained melody (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @pinksplace ❤️

Honeymoon bliss (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @love-stucky ❤️

Cold air (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @whisperingashgarden 💚

Sweetness, berries and peaches (Steve Rogers & Reader) by @reginaphalangelobster 💚💙

Drown (Stucky X Reader) by @demonsandmischief 💚💙

Again and again (Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @bees-library3 ❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry ❤️

Phone sex (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jamdoughnutmagician ❤️

The blood on my hands part 2 (Stucky X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 ❤️

A better offer (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️

Captain’s snowflake part 15 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ambroziadelphine 💚

Super Soldier theater: Monty Python & the Holy Grail (Stucky X Reader) by @twistedteatime 💙

Slim pickins (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @1000plants 💚

Captain’s snowflake part 16 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ambroziadelphine 💚

Just a peak (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @societyfolklore ❤️

Vroom, vroom 2 (Stucky & Reader) by @kaunis-sielu 💚💙

Field day 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💙

I’mgonnagetyouback (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @heaven4lostgirls 💙

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The Barnes girl part 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @alexandria-1304 💙

The brat (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💙

[biteofcherry]

Thank you ❤️🩷🧡

[stargazingfangirl18]

I was thinking about Curtis' Prized Possession Reader getting a little drunk.

On one hand, I imagine she wouldn't want to drink because it's even scarier to lose any bit of control and be less vigilant. Perhaps even Curtis makes sure she doesn't drink, he wants her fully responsive at all times.

But on the other hand, what if she's just the slightest bit tipsy. Maybe he made her accompany him and gave her a drink or two himself. Now she's more clingy, relaxed, cute giggle at something random. Maybe even blurts out she's horny.

Uninhibited

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,863 Summary: It only takes a couple of drinks and a surprise encounter with a sweet, furry baby to have you letting your guard down for the first time in months.  Warnings: Mob AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Mob elements. Captivity. Soft!Dark!Curtis (shocking, I know lol). Mentions of alcohol consumption and gossipy, judgemental assholes. Unprotected sex. Allusions to oral sex (f receiving).  

A/N: Eva, I absolutely love this ask, but for the life of me, I cannot imagine this Reader giggly and letting loose with Curtis, let alone blurting she’s horny lol. However, I did have a thot… 👀 and I hope you like what I came up with. 

Please note: this does NOT directly follow the last installment, Tit for Tat, timeline wise. I would say it likely comes after Chase the Nightmares away but before Placate. 

Prized Possession Masterlist

It had been so long since you had a drink, that after only one cocktail and a flute of champagne, you were feeling the effects of—and also regretting—being too nervous to eat all day. 

But you couldn’t help it, because here you were at some fancy party hosted by one of Curtis’ mob associates. It was the first time he had taken you out with him publicly, and just as you had feared, as soon as you had stepped foot in the room at his side—anchored close by his thick, possessive arm around your waist—the staring and whispering had begun. 

Everyone knew who you were. What you were. 

Curtis’ prize.

You felt your insides wilt the further Curtis had led you into the ballroom, and when he had surprisingly offered you a drink, encouraging you to, “Loosen up, pretty prize,” you had accepted. 

Now, an hour or so later, as you slipped from the fancy bathroom a few halls over from the party, you felt a little lightheaded but also so relieved to have a moment away from it all. 

You were taking a few slow, steady breaths to try to reinforce your armor, to feel more in control, when you heard it. 

A tiny, quiet mew. 

Perking up, you tentatively moved further down the hall, further away from the party and deeper into the opulent manor belonging to the party host, who was a complete stranger to you and probably just as terrible as Curtis. 

A few more yards and half a dozen quiet meows later, you stepped into what looked like a child’s room. Just across the floor, clambering out of a plush cat bed, was a tiny white kitten who only meowed louder when it saw you. 

“Oh my gosh!” You breathed, a genuine smile splitting your lips as you rushed across the large room and sank to your knees without care. 

Why should you care if the expensive, fancy gown Curtis had picked out for you was now pooling on the floor? Or that the sweet little ball of excitement hopping toward you would likely get fur all over it? 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you had seen a kitten, let alone played with one. Probably not since you were a child, and in this moment, you felt as innocent and carefree as one as you cooed at the furry baby and lifted it between your hands to get a better look at it. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You gushed as the kitten continued to wiggle and chirp some more under your full attention. 

Giggling, you cradled it against your chest, giving it gentle scritches atop its head. When it started to purr–much louder than you expected from such a tiny creature–you outright laughed for the first time in you couldn’t remember how long. 

Soon, you were giggling and cooing up a storm–completely uninhibited in a way you hadn’t been in so, so long–as the kitten squirmed from your hold and began to jump and pounce along the folds of your dress that you used as a makeshift toy to entertain it. 

And that’s how Curtis found you minutes later. 

Sat on the floor, your gown spread around you as you giggled and played with the kitten, completely oblivious to his presence and the way he watched you for a few long moments, mesmerized. 

Because in all the months that you had been with him, Curtis had never heard you giggle or laugh. He had never seen you smile so freely and without reserve. He had never heard you talk in a silly baby voice or see you be so gentle with such a vulnerable creature. 

It was like you had escaped the dark shadows of his world–the mob underbelly–and returned to your rightful place, one that allowed your light to shine–and that light, it was such a rare commodity in Curtis’ world.

It allowed him to witness a new side to you, which only made him want to possess you more ardently than ever before. It made Curtis want to greedily claim you and covet that pure light of yours all for himself, like a dragon hoarding a precious treasure.

Without realizing it, he took a step toward you, his weight making the floor creak and alerting you to his presence. 

Your head snapped up, and as soon as you saw him, your smile dropped. The joy that had lit your face was instantly snuffed out as you protectively cradled the kitten against your chest and stared at Curtis in fear. 

“Please, I’m sorry—“ you started, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand. 

“Relax, pretty prize.” Curtis kept his steps slow and even as he moved closer. “Seems like you snuck away and found the best company at this thing.”

You were stunned–and wary–as Curtis crouched beside you and reached out his big hand. It was a protective instinct that you didn’t have time to think better of or suppress, recoiling from him and taking the kitten with you. 

But Curtis just seemed amused as he watched you, his eyes gleaming as his lips twitched and he murmured, “You think I’d hurt it?”

“Can you blame me?” you replied without thinking, your own eyes widening as you cursed having touched even a sip of alcohol if this was the result–being dangerously bold with someone who could truly make you pay for it. 

Smirking, Curtis held your gaze as he once again reached out, clocking the way you stiffened but didn’t recoil this time as he used one long, lone finger to gently pet along the kitten’s head. 

You deflated with a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as the kitten began another round of loud purrs, and it seemed as if you thankfully hadn’t stoked Curtis’ ire by hiding away in here and then practically sassing him due to your less than sober state.

All too soon, Curtis was lifting the sleeping kitten from your hold, grinning as you pouted at him but didn’t object as he moved to place the kitten in its bed. Your lips tilted into an almost smile as you watched the kitten turn in circles a few times before eventually curling up and falling into a peaceful, sound sleep. 

You were so busy watching the kitten, you didn’t realize Curtis was just as avidly watching you. Not until he stroked your cheek just as softly as he had petted the kitten just moments ago, and you turned to him to find his darker-than-normal gaze intently fixed on you.

“Sometimes I forget how sweet you are,” he husked, his knuckles gently drawing down the length of your throat and making you shiver. 

It was instant the way your body perked up in awareness—throbbing with a shameful interest and need—as Curtis continued to gently touch you. Until you were squirming and avoiding his gaze, wishing that he didn’t have such a primal effect on you always. 

After everything. 

“You look very pretty tonight,” he murmured, gently stroking beneath your chin before tilting your shy gaze up to meet his. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

Your eyes started to fall away again, but Curtis’ touch shifted, until he was gently gripping the front of your neck and holding your head aloft. 

Your gasp was sharp and startled—scared—as you met his gaze. “Please,” you trembled. “Don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I don’t want to hurt you,” Curtis hummed. “I want to make you feel good.”

You were startled for an entirely different reason now as Curtis swiftly rose to his feet, gripping your hand to take you along with him. A moment later, you were down the hall in a spare bedroom, pressed up against the closed door as Curtis kissed you so hungrily, there was no other word for it than ravished.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the reprieve from prying eyes and gossip that had greeted you at the start of the night–or maybe it was just your traitorous body finally luring your frazzled mind to the dark side–but when Curtis’ hand began to descend your body, when it worked its way beneath the long folds of your skirt, then between your thighs, you welcomed his sinful touch. 

You begged for it. 

“Please,” you gasped, your head falling back as Curtis’ lips blazed a hot trail of kisses down your throat.

“You’ve got me aching, I’m so hard for you,” Curtis gristled against your neck, giving a nip sharp enough to make you whine in need before his tongue soothed over your skin. 

You were so wet by the time Curtis sank into you, that he bottomed out in one slow, deep thrust that had you both moaning as his forehead dropped to yours. You panted and squirmed as your pussy fluttered and clamped around him, earning another throaty groan from Curtis before he started to move inside of you. 

He kept his promise and didn’t hurt you, but your coupling was quick and rough–desperatre. Your bodies rutted against one another, your moans smothered against each other's lips until you were cumming with a sharp cry of delight and clinging to Curtis’ broad shoulders like he was the only thing anchoring you to this moment. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, burying himself as deep inside your cunt as he could before giving shallow ruts as he came and pumped you full of his seed. 

You shivered as the warmth of his pleasure bloomed inside of you, making your pussy flutter all over again as you sank back against the door, completely boneless and dazed to boot.

And–as Curtis had promised–feeling good. 

So good that you didn’t want this moment to end, and when Curtis went to pull away, you clung to him, giving sleepy blinks and a discontent pout that made his lips twitch and his eyes dance at you. 

“Come on, pretty prize, this party’s a bust, and I’d much rather get you home where I can eat your sweet, needy cunt at my leisure.”

Laughing as he felt you clench in response to his words, Curtis finally pulled away. He took a moment to put himself back together again, then another moment to do the same for you. 

When he glanced up, Curtis found you watching him with a furrow between your brow. Whether it was due to his rare, gentle caretaking, or your own contentment in this moment, he wasn’t sure, but regardless, he caught your chin with his fingers and leaned in to kiss you slowly. 

You made a soft, sweet sound of surprise against his lips that had Curtis smirking as he pulled away, and when you swayed after him–mindlessly chasing his retreat–a deep rumble of satisfaction vibrated his chest as he touched his lips to your forehead and hummed, “You’re so fucking sweet.”

Then, much like you had started the evening, you ended it nearly the same way–with Curtis’ thick arm curled around your waist. Only this time, he was leading you from the room–and the party altogether–shouldering most of your weight as you struggled to walk on your jelly-like legs, uncaring of the numerous gazes and judgemental whispers that accompanied your departure.  

He’s such a mindfuck 😩 But also: I’m so here for it. 

NEXT PART

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[biteofcherry]

The way I SQUEAKED at this!!!

First of all, getting to pet and cuddle a cute kitten even for a few minutes would be worth all the wrath 🥹 I know it's very much not Curtis style and doesn't fit him, but I need him to give her a kitten!

Her fearful reaction was understandable. And she's so precious for trying to protect the kitten.

But ughhh that bad bad man seeing that pure light and instead of wanting to destroy it he just wants it all to himself. Oh, I know not to expect any change, but perhaps Curtis will at least occasionally allow her something happy (like a kitten play time, or maybe a day outside, or something) 🥺👉👈 Like at least once a quarter, please?

Eh, even if he forgets about appreciating her light, I'm happy she got that one night of something softer - a kitten and Curtis' more gentle, sensual treatment.

[stargazingfangirl18]

YAY!! It was such a fun ask, I just needed it to fall into place for this Reader and scenario.

Gosh, I’d love Reader to have a pet to keep her company, but I think it would turn into something Curtis would use against her for manipulation honestly 😭 Although I wouldn’t be surprised if this whole experience doesn’t have a breeding kink igniting in the back of Curtis’ mind 👀 Just imagine how sweet and loving she’d be with a baby 🫪

I definitely wouldn’t put it past Curtis to orchestrate these moments of goodness purely for his own greedy desires to watch you bloom for a little while. I think it would also add to the mindfuck aspect tbh. How can he be so cruel and so thoughtful? 😭

Thanks again for the ask ☺️❤️

[biteofcherry]

Although I wouldn’t be surprised if this whole experience doesn’t have a breeding kink igniting in the back of Curtis’ mind 👀 Just imagine how sweet and loving she’d be with a baby 🫪

Oh no 😨 Oh no no no. You know I love a breeding kink, even dark, but I would be so scared and sad for how Curtis might use the baby to manipulate and punish her 😰 Not to mention, with a father like that the kid is going to grow up into an asshole who disrespects their own mother.

[krirebr]

Hi Kris! With The Rogers Academy for Exceptional Wives, have any of the main men had a wife before?

Hi Nonnie! Oh, this is such a good question! And definitely something I've been thinking about.

The answer is yes, of course! I left the door open for the possibility of multiple wives in this universe (I tried to find the exact post where I did that, but no such luck), and I absolutely had someone in mind when I did that. But because of possible spoilers for an upcoming part, I'm putting it under the cut.

Of course, our headmaster already has a wife. It wouldn't do for the head of a prestigious wife-training academy to not have his own. But this term, he might have his eye on expanding his household. 😏

[biteofcherry]

I can confirm. It's me 😌

[jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory]

Uh oh. I don't think you'll like to share him 🤭

[biteofcherry]

I'm both the wife he has and the new one to break in! I purposely started slacking and acting out to be re-trained, because Steve was spending too much time at the academy and not paying enough attention to me 🤭

[krirebr]

Uh oh. So Steve hasn't been scary enough at home if you think this is a viable option, huh? Noted.

[biteofcherry]

Steve hasn't taken into consideration how obsessed with him his wife (me) is, so really it's all his fault he has to deal with it 🤭

[krirebr]

Hi Kris! With The Rogers Academy for Exceptional Wives, have any of the main men had a wife before?

Hi Nonnie! Oh, this is such a good question! And definitely something I've been thinking about.

The answer is yes, of course! I left the door open for the possibility of multiple wives in this universe (I tried to find the exact post where I did that, but no such luck), and I absolutely had someone in mind when I did that. But because of possible spoilers for an upcoming part, I'm putting it under the cut.

Of course, our headmaster already has a wife. It wouldn't do for the head of a prestigious wife-training academy to not have his own. But this term, he might have his eye on expanding his household. 😏

[biteofcherry]

I can confirm. It's me 😌

[jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory]

Uh oh. I don't think you'll like to share him 🤭

[biteofcherry]

I'm both the wife he has and the new one to break in! I purposely started slacking and acting out to be re-trained, because Steve was spending too much time at the academy and not paying enough attention to me 🤭

[krirebr]

Preparing an attack on Rogers' Academy!

Oh dear! I'm imagining that Princess has called in reinforcements. Steve had better reinforce the front gates. I think the academy might be in trouble...

[biteofcherry]

mwahahaha yessss! 😈 Attack! Burn it to the ground!