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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Scaretale

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Kinky Monster Cocktober

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Naughty Game

[biteofcherry]

I think I'm going to stop posting fics on here 🫤 Since random stories get flagged and even if I appeal and the review is in my favor, they delete the post (they hide it, so even I can't see or edit the post). What's the fucking point.

For fuck's sake, they flagged, reviewed, and hid completely a masterlist! A damn masterlist that's just a post with titles and links.

I'm so fucking done with this bullshit.

[biteofcherry]

RG!Ransom + Leaf's home

Pasta and basta!

Dom!Ransom Drysdale x female reader

warnings: None. Power exchange. Consensual D/s dynamic. Reader is a service submissive.

Serviced with a ruby smile

You were quite proud of yourself for keeping cool and not showing nervousness as Ransom walked into your apartment for the first time. However, the bubble of pretended calm burst when he turned to you and tutted.

“Leaf, Leaf, Leaf.” His blue eyes sparkled with mirth. “What rules did we make for this evening?”

You blinked at him, confused. 

You wanted to invite Ransom over for a while now, but it was actually him who asked for that. As it turned out, he suspected your need to serve was shaking strong, eager to make the best impression on him, but you also feared you would fail, so you postponed asking. Ransom took that step for you. 

But he set the rules. 

You had to either order something in or pick a dish that was easy and quick to make. Under no circumstances were you allowed to spend hours cooking who knows what impressive meal. Yeah, if not for that rule, you’d probably stress for a week just thinking up the menu and then perfecting it.

“I haven't cooked anything yet.” You assured him. “I’m going to make us a carbonara. And I bought desserts, they’re in the fridge.”

“Good,” Ransom nodded in approval. “But there was another rule.”

He reached for your hand, gently lifting it up. His lips brushed along the pads of your fingers, before his hold shifted and he was encircling your wrist.

“If you wanted to clean, you were supposed to just do the basics. Unless you’re truly a neat freak-” he paused, pressing his thumb against the pulse point in your wrist- “you’ve broken that rule and spent hours deep cleaning everything. The place is too spotless.”

You gulped.

Your pulse certainly skipped, a telling sign trapped right under Ransom’s thumb. 

When he looked around your apartment, you thought Ransom was simply curiously taking everything in. A part of you even worried he might be judging it, since it was nowhere near the status of the mansion he owned. You didn’t consider he might be studying with the sole intent of checking if you didn’t overwork yourself. 

“Did you scrub the whole place?” Ransom asked directly.

You weren’t skilled in lying, or averting. 

“A little,” you squeaked, dropping your gaze. 

“Leaf.” Ransom’s other hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up. “I’m honored you would go to such an extent to please me, even though it wasn’t needed. However, we agreed to that rule and you broke it.”

“Now-” his smile was both comforting and implying trouble- “how about you start on that carbonara. And I’ll pour us some wine and think of the punishment for you.” 

[biteofcherry]

This is fucking mess. They reviewed my wrongly flagged post and stated it'll be restored, but instead it's now completely hidden. Wtf?!

Restored where?!?!

[biteofcherry]

Enforcer!Steve + neighborhood BBQ (or the mob version of this)

With everything

enforcer!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: None. Veiled threats (not against the Reader). Steve is obsessed and perverted. He's not ashamed of it.

Cherry Masterlist

“You know, it takes a lot of skill to do them the right way. I imagine a man of your status doesn’t bother even thinking of peasant things like a barbecue.”

John’s chest puffed slightly as he managed to flip the burger without messing it up. 

It wasn’t a high flip. It wasn’t smooth. And it wasn’t impressive at all.

His attempted jab didn’t land right, either. Steve didn’t give a fuck what anyone here thought of him. Those were your neighbours - for now, but not for long. He agreed to take you to this neighborhood bbq because you asked. 

You didn’t ask him not to kill anyone, so that was still an option on the table… 

“You’re right.” Steve knew his smile wasn’t friendly at all. “The skills I would use those grilling tools for aren’t food oriented.” 

As expected, John’s annoying grin faltered and his face paled. People like John sensed a predator, but wouldn’t imagine the man who drove here in an expensive sports car and plated a hot dog for his cute girlfriend was actually a cold blooded enforcer for the mob. 

“Wear your apron proudly,” Steve chuckled condescendingly, patting him on the shoulder, “I’m definitely not aiming to take your sausage king title.” 

Taking the paper plate with him, Steve simply turned around and left. He walked over to the table with sides and started stuffing the bun with things you wanted on your hot dog.

Which was everything. 

It was amusing, but also in a way very hot, that his sweet Cherry ate hot dogs loaded with a horrifying combination of ingredients. The only thing hotter was seeing you in your cute sundress - beaming innocence and joy - eating that hot dog all messily and hungry.

Until you, Steve didn’t consider himself a pervert. He enjoyed sex, he liked to dominate his partners. Simple like that. However, when you caught his attention it was like you opened a Pandora box of all depraved, obscene fantasies. 

Steve assessed quietly how much time you needed between devouring a loaded hot dog and choking on his cock, to avoid making you sick. 

[biteofcherry]

Tumblr is back at random flagging, I see 😒

@thezombieprostitute they flagged and hid my reply to your Jake prompt. I requested a review of it, we'll see if they see reason. If the keep it, I'll post it separately anew.

[thezombieprostitute]

How dare they deny me my Jake?! 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[biteofcherry]

And it's such a happy, funny drabble! Yes, it has some mention of nudity, but nothing explicit! 😠

[biteofcherry]

Tumblr is back at random flagging, I see 😒

@thezombieprostitute they flagged and hid my reply to your Jake prompt. I requested a review of it, we'll see if they see reason. If the keep it, I'll post it separately anew.

[biteofcherry]

Ransom + sunshine/grump trope 🤭

I am the night

Random Drysdale x female reader

warnings: None. Established relationship. Ransom is grumpy and thinks his glares have any power. Reader is a sunshine, but also a troll.

Ransom Drysdale Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Ransom glares. 

He glares at his phone. Then at you. 

Your sunshine beaming smile doesn’t falter for a second. Quite the opposite, you actually fucking giggle when he stares at you with that lethal stare.

When you bounced over to where he was seated on the couch and going through the prints of potential covers for his newest book, Ransom felt the usual warm shiver down his spine that melted most of the tension that accumulated in his body through the day. Your bubbly presence always had that annoyingly soothing effect on him. 

You told him about your day. Unlike with most people, Ransom really listened to you. He liked listening to you. Perhaps because you were rarely complaining. Instead, you tended to tell him about happy things, or funny things. 

Which is also the reason why he is glaring right now. 

Because one of the funny things of the day was a meme you saw. A fucking meme that apparently made you think of him. 

“I’ll send it to you. That meme is so you!” You giggled. 

A ping later his phone screen brightened with a message from you. He opened the picture. And fucking glared. 

It was a picture of a tiny, fuzzy bat. Petted by someone. And the words on it said “No! Stop touching me! I am the night!” 

“It’s not me,” Ransom grumbled. 

You laughed, snuggling closer to his side. 

“It’s so you,” you whispered back, reaching your hand to play with his hair. 

[biteofcherry]

I bought new bedding and it makes me think of you 🥰🙈

omg, it's so cute!!! 😍 You have impeccable taste, Jaqui!

[biteofcherry]

Pit of Hell!Ari + scenting

Ozone

Alpha Ari Levinson x Omega female reader

warnings: Dark!Ari. Dystopian world. Forced relationship. Extinct A/B/O traits and instincts.

Inferno Masterlist

The vibration of Ari’s low chuckle freezes you in place momentarily. 

You thought he was deep in sleep. Sated after hours of using and filling your body. Partially, if you were being honest with yourself, your own brain was shut off enough that you didn’t even consider he might wake up and catch you in the act.

An act that, now that you are back to full consciousness, is foreign to you. 

Resting against Ari’s warm, solid body, something in you awoke with a need to track. You can’t even say exactly what you were investigating, but your own body followed a ghost of an instinct. 

You leaned more into him, face buried into the crook of his neck as your nose rubbed against his neck. It was as if you were in a trance, needing to take in all of the scent and sate yourself with it similar to the way Ari’s cum placated the burning demands of your womb. 

Scenting. The term comes to you suddenly. 

Ages ago, when the designations were still in full capacity of their traits and instincts, people supposedly smelled in specific ways. Nuzzling into someone’s neck or wrist in chase of that scent was either an invitation to sex, or a way to soothe yourself. It especially worked between Alphas and Omegas. 

But there are no scents anymore; nothing beyond perfume, anyway. Ari doesn’t smell of anything special. Just remnants of sweat, transference of your own body wash, and his typical scent. You didn’t see his bottle of cologne - not that you were looking for it - but whatever he used had distinctive ozone notes. 

And you definitely wouldn’t be seeking comfort in the Alpha who took you so brutally, reshaping your future to his desires. 

“Take your fill, Snowdrop,” Ari hums, treading his fingers through your hair and pushing your head back into the crook of his neck. 

[biteofcherry]

Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh how about GoT Steve + beach pls ☺️

Sunset shots

Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega female reader

warnings: None. Tipsy Omega.

Grain of Truth Masterlist

You giggled as Steve hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you out of the beach bar. 

The taste of the sweet, thick drink still coated your tongue. The three shots you did were buzzing in your blood in a pleasant way. 

When you had licked your lips, looking up at Steve and asking for another one, your Alpha snorted in amusement. Then said a short Nope, promptly followed by carrying you out of the bar.

Honestly? You weren’t mad at him for it. 

Being carried was fun! And being with your Alpha was even more fun than doing shots in a bar full of tanned people, with the music on a tad too loudly. 

Steve trudged across the sand, easily securing you over his shoulder with one strong arm, while he held both your pairs of shoes in his other. He dropped them down when he reached the shore. Then, gently, set you down. 

Both of his arms wrapped around you - not possessively, but a soft embrace into which you instinctively leaned. Your back pressed to Steve’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. 

Waves softly brushed your toes, lulling you into blissful calm. In front of you, the blue of the sea sparkled with golden spray of setting sunlight. The horizon burst with orange, pink, violet and blue. Everything was soaked in warmth. 

“Had fun with those shots, Sweet Brat?” Steve chuckled quietly.

“I couldn’t help myself. They are called Orgasms!” You tilted your head back, grinning up at him. 

Steve lightly shook his head, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled with amusement. His lips pressed to your temple, purring a challenging question:

“Want a better one?” 

One of Steve’s hands slipped under the cut in your flowy summer dress, fingers dipping where you were always hot and welcoming for him. 

[biteofcherry]

Weekend Lazy Writing

Feeling like thinking up scenes and writing, but not wanting to write actual big fics. Hence this little thing 🤭

Send me a character + trope/place/kink and I'll write something short (example: Curtis + one bed; TTD Steve + club bathroom).

You can send general characters (CEvans, SebStan), or specific characters from my fics. Please, add either trope or place or kink, not all three - it gives my muse more room for ideas.

[stargazingfangirl18]

Oh yay!!! Prepare for shenanigans 😎

[biteofcherry]

Oh wow 😂

[biteofcherry]

Weekend Lazy Writing

Feeling like thinking up scenes and writing, but not wanting to write actual big fics. Hence this little thing 🤭

Send me a character + trope/place/kink and I'll write something short (example: Curtis + one bed; TTD Steve + club bathroom).

You can send general characters (CEvans, SebStan), or specific characters from my fics. Please, add either trope or place or kink, not all three - it gives my muse more room for ideas.

[gloomwitchwrites]

for the anon that wants to know how the 141 eat pussy. mdni.

Gaz enjoys a slow, intimate 69 laying sideways. He can watch you suck his dick, touch more of you, finger as he licks.

Ghost likes it on his knees with your legs over his shoulders, arms supporting your ass and bracing you against the wall. He loves that you can’t wiggle away.

Soap is a face sitter. He wants you to crush him, to squeeze his head between your thighs. The man wants to die eating pussy.

Price is as traditional as they come. He’ll grab your ankle and yank you to the edge of the bed, go down on his knees, and have himself a feast.

CoD Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist // main masterlist

[biteofcherry]

Post-apocalyptic universe, with all the slow restoration of community and humanity, and yes, including procreation program.

But make it angsty!

You're in your 40s. You lost so many people and now your making new connections, which can be difficult, but you (as most of the other survivors) need those bonds of newfound family.

There are also other needs for closeness. It just so happens that you and Captain Rogers grow closer as you both work hard for the community. Understanding and connection become a comfortable, safe cushion for raw need.

In weeks it becomes something deeper than friends with benefits, though neither of you names it. You keep it private, but not a secret. Simply focusing on responsibilities in the outside world, then being most vulnerable and desperate in the quiet of your or Steve's home.

But restoring humanity requires following certain agreed upon mandates. Procreation is highly encouraged. There are programs.

Your newly built bubble of safety shatters when you see official files stating that Steve has been paired with a fertile woman in her 20s.

People aren't forced to stay in relationships when they succeed in pregnancy, but you know how responsible and caring Steve is.

You can't stop the sob that wants to rip out of your chest, so you press a hand over your mouth and quickly lock yourself in an empty office. Crying over the loss of someone you dared to hope would be yours.

[stargazingfangirl18]

You’re so mean and now I’m 😔

[biteofcherry]

I know. I was very mean with this one 😢

But @veltana made it even worse! (thankfully, later we made it better)

[biteofcherry]

Weekend Lazy Writing

Feeling like thinking up scenes and writing, but not wanting to write actual big fics. Hence this little thing 🤭

Send me a character + trope/place/kink and I'll write something short (example: Curtis + one bed; TTD Steve + club bathroom).

You can send general characters (CEvans, SebStan), or specific characters from my fics. Please, add either trope or place or kink, not all three - it gives my muse more room for ideas.

[biteofcherry]

Ari coming home to find Cherie in a 80s mood.

Sandra playlist is on. Cherie is dancing in a pair of bright, near-neon panties and a crop top - Ari's crop top. Colorful, glittery makeup on her face.

The sight of her is an instant mood booster.

Ari joins her in the middle of the living room floor. Dancing. Singing the few verses he remembers.

When Cherie later pushes him to sit on the couch and gives him a lap dance, that leads to more, it's because of the way he looks ar her.

Yes, with lust, but most of all with adoration.

Love.

Loving all of her: sweetness and sass, silliness, sparkles addiction, insecurities, terrible driving skills.

Ari loves all of her, so giving herself to him completely comes easy.

[stargazingfangirl18]

We all deserve an Ari 😤

[biteofcherry]

We do! 🙂‍↕️