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Masterlist 2: O - W
Open Heart - Wake the Dead
Open Heart
Anti-Valentine - TEXT FIC - Open Heart F!MC, M!OC - @liaromancewriter Anti Val-Day/Love Stinks!
Any Other Day - FIC/ART - Open Heart F!MC x F!OC - Fic: @jerzwriter art @callmebeem Eros/Philia
Bacon & Bribery - FIC - Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick - @jerzwriter Philia/Philautia
Beach Cleanup Date - TEXT FIC - Open Heart Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter
A Dinomite Find - TEXT FIC - Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @storyofmychoices
Falling in Love - FIC - Ethan Ramsey x f!mc - @liaromancewriter Eros
Galentine's Day - TEXT FIC - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter Philia
Green-Eyed Girl - TEXT FIC - Open Heart F!MC, M!OC - @liaromancewriter Storge
Happy 40th Tobias! - Part 1 - INSTA EDITS - Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter Philia/Storge/Eros/Ludus
Happy 40th Tobias! - Part 2 - INSTA EDITS - Tobias Carrick x F!MC, OH Gang - @jerzwriter Eros/Philia/Ludus/Storge/Pragma
Just Pretend - TEXT FIC - Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter Ludus
Love in the Afternoon - ART/FIC - Tobias Carrick x F!MC - art: @liiyaan fic: @storyofmychoices Eros/Philia/Pragma
No Barriers - FIC - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter Eros
Not So Fast - FIC - Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter Eros/Phila/Storge/Pragma
Positive Reaction - FIC - F!MC x F!OC - @jerzwriter Eros
A Romcom Ending - FIC - Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter Eros
Sweet Stuff - FIC - MC, F!MC, F!OC - @jerzwriter Philia
Tobias x Casey Carrick Fanart - ART - Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @lilyoffandoms Eros
Valentine's Hearts - FIC - Bryce Lahela x F!MC - @storyofmychoices Eros
when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love - FIC - Bryce Lahela x M!MC - @mydemonsdrivealimo Eros/Philia/Storge/Pragma/Philautia
Without Warning (Series) - FIC - Tobias Carrick x f!mc First Shot: Jackie & Bryce Philia/Ludus Part Two: Ethan Ramsey Philia
Red Carpet Diaries
Thomas Hunt x F!OC Fanart by @liiyaan (C: @storyofmychoices) Eros
Wake the Dead
Eli x Zoe x Troy Fanart - ART- @bayleedraws-sometimesx (C: @jerzwriter) Eros/Philia/Pragma
The Morning... - FIC - Eli Sipes x f!mc - @jerzwriter Philia/Ludus
Three of Hearts - FIC - Eli Sipes x F!MC x Troy Hassan - @jerzwriter Eros/Philia/Storge/Pragma
Masterlist - Part 1
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲
The first day of any new job was always the hardest — all the rules and roles to navigate while establishing yourself as someone reliable, trustworthy, and far too interested in your employer.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
୨୧ DILF!Bucky Barnes x Babysitter!F!Reader
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
୨୧ Swearing, pet names, fluff, slight angst/insecurity, pining, unspecified age gap, Bucky is a shameless flirt and he knows it, extreme sexual tension/implied smut, heated kissing, there is a kid in this fic
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔
୨୧ Happy belated birthday, @duckybarnes1917 — I hope you enjoy the torturous collection I came up with just for you, love you long time. 😘
୨୧ This AU and fic itself have skyrocketed into my personal top 5. I threw my all into this and I am fucking proud of it.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔
୨୧ greedy by Tate McRae
୨୧ Like U by Rosenfeld
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂
୨୧ @smutconnoisseur — thank you for dealing with my flying by the seat of my pants attitude because oh my god—
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔
୨୧ @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo
჻჻჻ Babysitting (December), Teasing (January), Single Parent (February)
— Masterlist
჻჻჻ Aggressive Flirting (February)
— Masterlist
୨୧ @buckybarnesevents Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟯 — DILF AU
— Masterlist
୨୧ @mcukinkbingo 𝗜𝟱 — Mistaken for a couple
— Masterlist
୨୧ @anyfandomfluffbingo 𝗚𝟮 — First Kiss
— Masterlist
୨୧ @sweetspicybingo Sweetheart Bingo — Cloud Nine
— Masterlist
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The advertisement was like any other — a father looking for a babysitter to watch over his little girl while he worked, and from what you could gather, the father worked a prestigious job that took up a substantial amount of time when he had to visit the office.
A sweet little girl that adored princesses and coloured her days away, if her description was anything to be believed, and you applied for the position straight away, not wasting a moment before you sent all of your credentials through. It seemed a perfect fit.
To your shock (and relief), you heard back from your new employer within the hour.
James Barnes, a leading engineer in his field of cutting-edge prosthetics, called you in the next half hour, voice deep and honeyed with a hidden sense of cunning curiosity. The conversation was brief before he invited you over for a drink — of your choice, “You can have whatever you want, doll, I don’t mind,” he purred after you stuttered a shocked, nonsensical reply.
It was intoxicating, the sound of his voice lulling into fantasies that your majorly unhelpful mind conjured after that encounter. The memory was barely definable through your lust fuelled recollections of your shared drinks.
Over time, after spending time with the both of them, it took all of your willpower to not be lulled towards the forbidden curiosities you held for your new employer. He was enigmatic, playful, curious, and lethally charming with a smile to match — one that danced in your daydreams and slumber with far too sinful results.
The rapport with your new charge came over easy, a blessed relief that instilled a confidence in you; a job that would both be a smooth and interesting challenge, sans complications of a tantruming child.
James, however, quickly made it his mission to fluster you at every turn: asking you about your day and praising you for the smallest, littlest things, to bringing you home flowers and treats when he walked in the door to greet you.
It never failed to make heat creep up your neck, and never failed to land elsewhere.
You were no stranger to attraction, but James was something else — a broad, older man, single father to a little girl, incredibly handsome and intelligent, and far too suave for his own good. Just the thought of his attention made you feel giddy with the rush of endorphins.
One particular video call stuck in your mind to this day, a loop of his voice and soft, enamoured expression on repeat. Both of you were discussing the particular habits of his little girl: how she loved certain movies and detested others, where she loved to have her meals and with what plush teddies and dolls had to sit with her, and so on, so forth.
It was heartwarming to bear witness how much he adored his daughter, a clear example of love and devotion you’d only seen in very few circumstances.
“She doesn’t mind having other movies,” James said, and the camera panned to the little girl happily playing with her dolls. “It’s just– She will pout and whine if she doesn’t get, y’know, that movie.”
You chuckled and noted it down on a piece of paper. “And we’re not saying the name of that movie because–?”
The phone’s camera flipped back to show James’ fearful expression, wide, bright eyes staring directly into the screen and through to your soul. “It’s because I don’t want a riot in my living room,” he said carefully, around your laughter — you couldn’t help it, he was too dramatic. “Besides, I would rather spend my time talking to my pretty Fawn.”
The use of the pet name he reserved for only you made you splutter and hide — tilting the camera to the ceiling as you bit your lip hard enough for it to almost bleed. “Aw, come back,” James teased, “I was enjoying seeing your face—not the damned ceiling.”
You were sure it was some kind of sin for how often that comment played in your mind during the late hours of the night, but you couldn’t help it.
In such a short span of time, you fell hard for your boss, the father of your charge, and it was a hell of a forbidden rush to think of him in such a way — above you, pinning you to the surface while he fucked you deep, hard, and fast. The deep, animalistic grunts that would fall from his lips, or the praises he’d sing of how tight you were for him.
Not to mention, the way his deep, chocolate brown hair would fall from his shoulders to hang between your bodies, the ends of it tickling your skin when he would pull out; only to thrust hard back into your cunt with a wrecked, gravelly moan.
The clatter of your fork on your plate made you jump a mile high, and you came back to reality with a crash to find the sun casting its bright rays over the breakfast nook in your apartment. “Fuck, fuck,” you muttered, shaking your head to clear the heated images while your thighs clenched traitorously at the visual and auditory vision. “Goddammit.”
What lay ahead, however, made the burning thoughts turn to butterflies in your stomach. Today was the day, your first real test: a full day packed to the brim with activities you planned that would suit the young, imaginative mind you no doubt believed the girl to have, given who her father was.
A loud chime sounded next to you, and you gasped in fright. “Shit!” you cursed, and you scrambled to grab your phone.
Speaking of the devil; James’ name flashed at the bottom of your screen, and you read the text with an unparalleled eagerness.
She just woke up and she’s already screaming about her new friend visiting today. We’re excited to see you, Fawn.
Attached to the text was a picture of the little girl you affectionately called Starlet. She was holding a drawing up to the camera that had no doubt been hastily created — it was you, James, and her holding hands. The movement she artistically captured led you to assume the three of you were dancing in front of the giant, scribbled rainbow in the background.
Tears welled in your eyes at the soft warmth that bloomed in your chest — only having had prominently video calls with her, she already considered you a friend.
Memories pulled at your mind again, and you thought back to the time you received a video call from Starlet one evening — it was just starting to grow dark when your phone chimed, and you answered it without a second thought after seeing your employer’s name on the screen. “Hello?”
A bright, smiling face stared at you through the screen.
“Oh, hello, honey!” you said happily. “What are you up to?” Then you remembered that she was a crafty, cunning little girl. With a sterner tone, you pressed on in the interrogation, “Where’s your dad—have you taken his phone again?”
“No, I’m here, Fawn,” James called distantly, and he laughed. “Starlet wanted to say hello—I’m just cooking dinner, you don’t mind, do you? Are we keeping you from something?”
“Nope.” The cushions against your back suddenly became very comfortable, now that you had company of your favourite two people. “Tell me about your day, sweetheart,” you asked of Starlet, and the little girl flew into an explanation that lasted one whole hour.
It was only when James took his phone back did you have a moment to catch your reeling mind, only for it to start spinning at the sight of his broad, handsome smile.
The phone in your hand buzzed once more, pulling you from the reverie. James sent another message asking if you would bring more of a specific set of gel pens — Starlet had taken to them and never quieted down about how sparkly they were.
A giggle escaped from your lips in the quiet of your home, and your thumbs flew over the keyboard to type back: Sure can. I can’t wait to see you guys, I’ll be there soon!
“Okay,” you said to yourself, picking up your plate of now stone-cold breakfast. “Let’s do this.”
You ignored the heavy weight of the secret bearing down on your mind as you padded down the hallway to your bedroom; how wrong it was to fall for your damned employer and harbour the lust over him, but you couldn’t help but revel in the thrill of it.
After dressing comfortably, you made sure to grab an extra set of gel pens for the princess that awaited you before you walked out the door, locking it behind you.
The journey to James’ home was thankfully uneventful, and you pulled up to where your directions led.
Your mouth fell slack with shock at what you found awaiting you.
The driveway to James’ home was sprawling in the length and design. Flowering hedges lined either side of the luxuriously paved road, and there was a water feature — a water feature, you thought incredulously, placed dead centre in front of a set of stairs that led to a massive, windowed, double set of doors.
“No wonder the pay was that high, he’s rich.” Your car travelled silently up the way while you took in the opulence of your new surroundings.
To the left of the stairway leading to the front door, was an empty space next to a fancy SUV. “I hope that’s for me,” you mumbled, and you parked your car while sure to leave space between the vehicles. The handbrake creaked and the engine shut off with a shudder, the sound of it made you grimace. “I have to get this checked; sooner rather than later.”
With no time to pause and consider your misfortune with vehicles, you slid out of the driver’s seat and popped the trunk to fetch the bag of delightful craft supplies you readied for Starlet. Through your raging nerves, you managed to hum a song quietly as you placed the strap over your shoulder.
The sole of your shoes padded over the pavement of the driveway, and the mansion that loomed ahead of you in its majesty — the architecture alone made it appear like something from the cover of a magazine.
“Whoa,” you breathed, spinning in place to take it all in. The beauty and aesthetic of the home was unmatched in the tidiness of the landscaping, and the facade of the home highlighted the contrasting use of colours in both the wood and steel that made up the accents. “Holy–”
A squeal of glee cut your admiration short, and one of the double doors of the home flew open to reveal a small girl dashing down the steps, clothed in a typical sparkly, princess dress. “Hi!”
“Oh!” you gasped, stumbling backwards with the force of the child’s hug. “Goodness, hello! You must be the little Starlet, huh?” The comment was teasing — you knew for certain this was your charge, but the girl beamed up at you through her fly-away hair.
“Yeah,” Starlet giggled. Her small arms, decorated in sparkly lace, squeezed you tighter.
A deep voice tinged with the worry only a parent could possess, suddenly called from the stairs. “Starlet! Honey–? Don’t run off on me like that–” They stopped, and you looked up — the breath in your lungs escaped as though you’d been punched in the diaphragm. “Fawn!”
You blinked, unable to form the words that would accurately depict the sight before you.
James was smiling — the very same one that made his eyes crinkle at the sides. The tight, navy blue, rounded collar shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, while black dress pants hugged his thighs.
It was true, you had seen him numerous times via your video calls and once in person, but nothing came close to preparing you for how he would be in the comfort of his own home; how his voice was just as deep, if not deeper, and trickled down your spine with the same heat as molten lava.
Oh, fuck, you thought.
Aloud, you said, “Mr. Barnes!”
James grinned and shook his head. “Fawn, sweetheart—please call me Bucky.” He neared you, his presence overwhelmingly close, and he leaned in for a hug that you nervously returned — all the while praying the hammering beat of your heart couldn’t be heard or felt against his muscled chest. “It’s good to see you again,” he rumbled, pulling away to look you up and down, and his eyes landed on your bag. “I’ll take that for you.”
“Th– Thanks,” you stuttered; the proximity allowed you to stare into his grey-blue eyes, a mix of colours you wished to capture and keep.
Bucky’s hand brushed against yours when he grabbed your bag, but he kept that same, priceless smile on his lips. “We started the princess marathon early, if you couldn’t tell,” he added, looking down at the ball of energy that was his daughter.
You grinned down at the little girl. “I can’t wait—I found so many things we can do, Starlet, and they all involve princesses.”
Starlet took off like a shot towards the front doors and into the house, her screech of glee loud enough to wake the neighbours — Bucky stood next to you wincing, while you rubbed your ear that was closest to the front door. The ringing only died down slightly.
“Oh, boy,” you muttered, “Someone’s a bit excited.”
Bucky laughed. The sound rich and something you terribly needed to hear again.
You looked at him, taking in his profile while he still stared towards the doorway of his home. The hair that looked almost black on the phone, was a deep, deep brown — where the sun bled through the surrounding trees, it shone a beautiful hazelnut. It was loose down his neck, and his beard was neatly trimmed with only a few grey patches to be seen.
The sign of his age made him all the more attractive — allowing a sense of maturity and allure to his already swoon worthy appearance.
“So,” you hastily started, willing the heat that started to build in your stomach to simmer instead of boil. “You’re off for a full day in the office?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” Bucky replied, and he put a hand on the small of your back to guide you up to his home. “I’ve got back-to-back meetings that I can’t put off any longer, given my associates and their… inability to manifest a sense of patience. And I don’t like taking Starlet if I can help it—she’s such an active girl and she hates sitting in the corner.”
“That’s fair.” The stairs beneath your feet exhumed luxury you felt you couldn’t even stand in the presence of. “Have you been looking for a babysitter for long–?”
Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Curious one, aren’t you, Fawn?”
“I–”
“I’m just messing with you, honey,” he said, barely holding back a laugh. “And to answer you, yeah, I have. They all either were too uptight or couldn’t handle how hyperactive Starlet is—‘cause as you may have noticed, she’s a lot–”
“She is not!” You frowned and looked towards the inside of the house where Starlet was no doubt impatiently waiting for your presence. “She’s beautiful and sweet—creative and passionate, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Thanks, honey,” he said softly, earnestly. The smile he gave you made butterflies erupt where there were flames only seconds ago.
Bucky walked you through the threshold of the front door, and you gasped loudly at the interior — it was a brightly lit, open spaced home with only counters and half walls to divide up the rooms, and there were numerous hallways that lead off of the main area. A grand staircase led to the upper floors.
“This is beautiful,” you said breathlessly, awestruck by the beauty. On the upper level, you heard the fast footsteps of a little girl running around, to gather things to show her new friend, you assumed, but what you focused on was Bucky’s prideful expression; a man that was happy and proud of the space he built for his family. “Really, really beautiful, Bucky. Wow.”
“You know how to make a fella feel special, Fawn,” he muttered bashfully with an accent you loved more than would ever admit to. A playful sense of amusement grew as you spotted a dusting of pink over his high cheekbones.
The air crackled with tension as Bucky looked up from the floor and into your eyes.
Before you could open your mouth and say something on instinct, Bucky looked towards the kitchen, then back at you. “Come here.”
He led you into the sprawling kitchen — the size of it far too big to comprehend with counter space akin to a working, industrial kitchen. A ringed index finger pointed to the fridge. “Now, before you go getting any ideas of spoiling Starlet rotten…”
There was a teasing tone to his voice, and it was raised to be loud enough for a certain pair of little ears to hear.
You looked to where he was pointing and saw a whiteboard hanging high on the door. Neat, orderly writing on one side; childish scrawl on the other. It had rules listed in bullet form: no extra chocolate, no extra sugar, in bed by eight…
“As you can see,” Bucky said, still in that raised tone. His eyes wandered to the upstairs loft that was above the kitchen, and you didn’t repress the urge to grin at him. “There are rules to follow, and Starlet agreed to them; do not let her convince you otherwise–”
“But daddy,” a petulant voice whined. You only just managed to stifle your laughter. “She didn’t have to know.”
“Starlet Barnes,” Bucky scolded, and the laughter you worked so hard to bite back almost broke free as he put his hands on his cocked hips, staring up at the loft. Your gaze followed his eye line and you saw the aforementioned troublemaker peering down between the railing, a deep pout on her lips. “You promised me you would behave, honey. Now come down here so I can say goodbye—daddy’s gotta go to work or he’ll be late.”
A loud whine followed Bucky’s words, and he shook his head before he looked at you. “Those are the rules, for her, anyway.”
You blinked. “What–”
The same fast footsteps from before now pelted down the stairs, and Starlet launched herself into Bucky’s arms, giggling as he lifted her small body from the floor and into the air with a grunt. “Are you going to behave for Fawn, honey?” he asked, resting Starlet on his side so her legs swung over his front and back. “You promised me you would, remember?”
Your heart swooped and lodged itself in your throat with the display of paternal affection.
“Yeah, I will,” Starlet replied, her small hands grabbing Bucky’s stubbled cheeks. “Daddy, you need to shave.”
No he does not, you thought privately.
“Thanks,” he replied, and he blew a raspberry on her chubby cheek. “Okay, be on your best behaviour; manners, honey, use them.”
“Mhm,” Starlet hummed. Bucky placed her gently down onto the floor, and her little, sparkled flats made a small click click sound as she walked towards you. “I’ll be good, daddy.”
You offered your hand to hold, and she took it eagerly, swinging your arm back and forth while Bucky grabbed his briefcase and bag. “I’ll be back late tonight, so don’t wait up for me,” he said to you. “Feel free to eat whatever or order in, my card is here–” He shoved a black card from his wallet into your free hand before you could protest. “And– Yeah, I’ll be back.”
“Bye, daddy!” Starlet called, pulling you along behind Bucky — who’s broad shoulders and muscled back was unfairly shown off by the cut of his shirt. “Talk to you later–”
“I promise, honey, I’ll call Fawn and say goodnight.” A dark blazer was pulled from its coat rack, and Bucky shrugged it on before he smoothed the wrinkles in the fabric, quicker than you could offer as you so desperately wanted to. “And in bed by eight, no later, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” You saluted, and the look Bucky shot you made you gulp — pure heat blazed in his eyes, and the flames that licked up your spine you dampened before reignited with a roar. “We– We’ll be good,” you stammered, praying to anyone that would listen above that you could survive the night with that visual at the forefront of your mind.
Bucky smiled and walked back to kiss his daughter on the cheek. Then, to your absolute mix of horror and surprise, he kissed your forehead, too. “My good girls,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on yours. “I’ll talk to you later.”
And the door closed with a finality that left you reeling.
“Can we go colour?” Starlet asked innocently, her bright eyes blinking up at you. “Daddy said he left me the best pencils and you brought pens?”
“Uh– Yeah, yeah—sure, we can go colour, sweetheart,” you said. Focus, you reminded yourself inwardly.
For hours, you spent your time between the set of plush couches in the expansive living room and marathoning movies that ranged from cartoons to the most ridiculous animations, to a small child’s table — colouring with the closest thing you would ever come to spending time with royalty.
Starlet certainly took it in her stride to act like a princess.
“But daddy said I could–”
“Go look at the fridge,” you said, smirking — you knew for a fact that she was attempting to pull the wool over your eyes. A deceptive, little lamb. “Daddy put the rules up there and he said, before he left, that you agreed to them—didn’t you, Starlet?”
Small, pink lips pouted heartily, and she stomped off towards the fridge, her shoes thudding over the floor. “Ugh.”
“Ugh, indeed.”
The night began to wind down a few hours later, and after colouring the whole duration, you decided a movie would be the best course of action to break up the monotony and brewing tantrum in the wriggling girl opposite you.
As a treat, you allowed Starlet to play a movie while she ate — only after she swore to you that she wouldn’t tell Bucky. The ploy worked, for as well as any child loved the idea of a secret, she fell head over heels into the sworn secrecy and happily tucked into her dinner while the princesses on the TV screen sang another rendition of the chorus.
You couldn’t help but watch her from the kitchen counter, where you were tidying away the dishes. It was with curiosity you admired the similarities between Starlet and her father, what you found and discerned during the short time of knowing the pair of them.
Starlet had the same bright eyes, the colour of her irises as beautiful as her father’s with the addition of an irreplaceable hint of childish awe and wonder. Her hair fell in waves; shades of what you could only describe as beautiful in the strands that prominently populated her temples to crown.
A sudden sense of contentment flooded you while you continued to gaze at her. Being invited and accepted into such a space was rewarding.
It was evident that Starlet’s birth mother was no longer in the picture, and you never planned to ask or know more than what you were told, but still, you wondered how Bucky was not snatched up. He was a charming, sweet man that adored his daughter — you would be lying if you didn’t take to heart the imagined scenarios that played over and over in your mind, of what it would be like just to be part of such domestic bliss.
The loud chime of your phone startled you from your thoughts, and you exhaled sharply just as Starlet’s head peered up and over the back of the couch. “Is that daddy?”
You looked down at your phone’s screen, smiling, and said, “Yeah, hang on, I’ll come sit with you and we can talk to him.” The screen flashed with colour as you swiped to accept his video call, and you were greeted with his bright smile.
“Hey, Fawn,” Bucky said happily, though he looked exhausted — the furrow between his brow had deepened in his absence from home. “How are my girls, huh? Behaving, I hope.”
“We’re here, we just finished having dinner,” you said, angling the phone to show a distracted Starlet, sans her plate (that of which had hastily been placed on the coffee table in front of the couch), and then back to you. “Starlet jumped up on the couch with me to say hello.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Is that so? Alright, where’s my little girl?”
Starlet scrambled to sit right beside you, and her happy expression filled the screen while you chuckled. “Daddy!”
“Hey, baby girl,” Bucky cooed, his smile heart-warmingly fond. “Have you had a good day with Fawn?”
“Yeah,” she replied, nodding quickly. “We coloured and then watched movies and coloured more and–”
“A lot of princess duties,” you cut in, and Starlet giggled, her chubby cheeks turning pink with a blush. “We are in the presence of royalty, Sir Barnes.”
“Oh, do forgive me, your highness,” he replied with wide eyes. The camera shook as he moved, and you saw his desk top scattered with papers before the phone settled upright, pointing towards Bucky’s office chair. He bowed deeply — either intentionally, or ignorantly allowing his hair to fall over his face. When he looked up to the screen, loose tendrils of hair covered his forehead and danced over his eyes.
The last reserves of your self-preservation and dignity vanished as you tried to force your heart to not burst free from its new home in your throat — the way his eyes appeared through the slicked strands was an image you would never let escape.
“I humbly request an audience with the Princess.” Bucky neared the camera again, smirking — the bastard knew, you panicked.
Before you could spiral, beside you, Starlet said fiercely, “Of course, Sir Daddy.” She shifted to better look at the screen. “The Princess always has time for uh–”
“King, or knight,” you whispered into her ear.
“Knight!”
“How generous.” Bucky laughed heartily. He sat back in his chair and steepled his hands, showing off the glint of his rings and the generous muscle exposed on his forearms from his rolled-up sleeves. “Ah, my girls,” he sighed, looking into the camera. “I shouldn’t be too much longer—Uncle Stevie is being a punk–”
“Uncle Steeb!” Starlet squealed.
“Yes, uncle Steeb,” he echoed, and he looked off camera. “Get over here, she wants to see you.”
“Is that my favourite niece?” A second voice called, the volume increasing as they neared the desk. Starlet was positively vibrating out of her seat with excitement.
“Well, well, well,” they said, and suddenly, another handsome face came into view. He had blond hair that was slicked back, and his beard was neatly trimmed — deep, blue eyes glanced between you and Starlet with interest. “It is—hey, Bug!”
“Uncle Steeb! Uncle Steeb!” Starlet launched herself at the phone to hug the device to her chest and toppled it from your grip. “Oh– I sorry–”
“Don’t you worry, honey,” you soothed, and you ruffled her hair. “Just be careful, okay? Hang on, let’s pick this up–” The phone had thankfully been undamaged in the fall, and you smiled at the two men staring up at you with concern.
“You two okay?” Bucky asked — he was poised as though to run at a seconds notice.
“Yeah, all is good,” you replied, settling back on the couch. “Here you are, sweetie.”
Starlet held the phone as though it was a priceless jewel, and she spoke to her father and apparent uncle with such vigour it was as though she hadn’t seen them in weeks, rather than just a day. The topics broached what the princesses in the movie did, to what she coloured — it was an endless tirade of excitement that only made you smile as you watched on.
Soon enough, she started to yawn, though she tried to minimise and hide them. A father’s keen eye was not to be underestimated, however. “Baby, I think you better get to bed—it is close to eight,” Bucky said softly.
You glanced at the top of your phone’s screen to check the time for yourself, and you blinked — it was only seven when he first called.
“I’ll be home soon, and I will come and kiss you goodnight, okay? Fawn can put you to bed; she’s pretty good at bedtime stories, I hear.”
She looked up at you through glazed eyes. “You are?”
“I am,” you confirmed with a proud nod. “Why don’t you say goodnight to daddy now and we can get you set up and comfy in bed?”
“‘Kay,” Starlet mumbled sleepily. “G’night, daddy. I love you.”
Bucky smiled. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll come give you a kiss when I get home, I promise.”
You ended the call with a promise to do your best impression of the characters for Bucky, and beside you, Starlet sighed happily. “I love daddy; I love uncle Steeb.”
“I see that,” you chuckled quietly. “Now, c’mon, up you get—bedtime for her highness.”
It turned out to be a smooth, tantrum-free process, readying Starlet for sleep — she followed your guidance to a tee and had the independence to fit her title when it came time to pick out her favourite pyjamas.
She settled into the cocoon of blankets and plush toys that took up more room than her own small self on her bed, and you smiled down at her as you sat on the edge. Her small hand in yours made your heart leap.
There was a strange glint in her eye when she uttered your name sleepily. You raised a brow in curiosity. “Yes, honey?”
“Are you daddy’s friend?”
“Yes,” you said honestly, smiling. “Your daddy is a kind, thoughtful man. I am happy to be his friend—why do you ask, sweetheart?”
“I–” She swallowed and furrowed her small brows. “He told me one time that there are special friends, and I– I–”
“Oh, Starlet– No, no honey,” you rushed, desperately smothering the rising panic in your chest at her implementation — the curious nature of a child was never to be scolded, but you did not think you could stomach this conversation, not on the first damned night of being under his employment. “I work for your daddy, and my job is to look after you when he can’t, okay? That doesn’t mean I am, uh– A special friend of your daddy’s.”
As much as I wish to be, you whined internally — though saying that aloud would be catastrophic, you had no doubt about that. Focus.
“Oh.” That same thoughtful gleam returned in her eyes, and you braced for another round of interrogation — as intimidating as a child’s questions could be. “Well, I think you would be a nice special friend for daddy. He smiles a lot when he sees you.”
It was your turn to be absolutely dumbfounded. Words failed and escaped you; scattering to the winds, never to be seen again, while Starlet did nothing but stare up at you innocently, a soft smile pulling at her lips.
“Uh– Ha, well.” You coughed and leaned back a little, willing your mind to connect back with an acceptable train of thought. “Um– Thank you, thank you for that, sweetheart. That’s very sweet of you.”
Starlet beamed, brighter than the stars above. “You’re welcome.”
When she finally dozed off to sleep after your indulgent tale of Rapunzel, you padded ever so quietly from her bedroom and carefully closed the door with a soft click behind you.
You only made it a few steps towards the staircase before you had to stop and think — the dull thump of your back and shoulders hitting the wall made you grimace and look to Starlet’s door, though she did not rouse.
“Oh my fucking god,” you rasped, rubbing your face with your hands, distorting the sound of your distress. “Goddammit all, ugh.”
Desperation and pure want clawed at your insides, savaging your attempts to control your impulses; the need for Bucky’s attention blew out of proportion tenfold with the words from his daughter.
Carefully, you tiptoed down the stairs, one by one, until you stood in the kitchen.
“He smiles—he smiles when he talks about me,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck. The quiet sound of your feet padding over the tile grew in volume while you paced back and forth. “Bucky smiles—oh fucking hell.”
A war raged in your mind, split equal sides by morality and need; one side dead set on preventing you from making a fool of yourself, the other hell bent on allowing you in the indulgence of recklessness.
The possibility of it all not backfiring upon you was slim at best, but something nagged– No, pulled at your thoughts: what if Bucky felt the same?
“No, no,” you said aloud, grimacing. “That’s not possible—I can’t– He can’t, he’s older, successful–”
Your tirade was interrupted by a sudden beep from the security panel by the front door. “Front gate opened.”
“Shit.” You rushed to the front door and peered through the frosted glass. The fancy SUV that was parked next to your car before pulled into the driveway, headlights on and engine purring.
A heavy exhale of relief fell from your lips, and you resolutely decided to push the dilemma of his affection to the side; a project for the back burner that was your ever running mind.
The SUV parked and fell silent, the headlights and taillights dimming, and you turned back around towards the kitchen to heat up two plates of dinner in the oven — silently thanking your decision to make extra.
Footsteps sounded by the front door, and it swung open, not even creaking. “Fawn?” Bucky called quietly, his voice lowered so as to not awake Starlet upstairs. “Honey, where are you?”
“Kitchen—getting dinner for us.”
Soft footfalls came from the entryway and towards the kitchen, when Bucky rounded the corner. You smiled at him, which he returned tiredly. “Hey, how was Starlet? You okay?”
“She was great, we had fun, and she was sweet. I learned that Rapunzel is far superior over Sleeping Beauty, but nothing, of course, beats her ultimate favourite.” The oven behind you beeped, and you turned to open it and fetch the dish of food, but Bucky put a hand on your elbow and gestured for you to continue with your tale as he grabbed the oven mitts. “And she tried to worm more chocolate out of me, naturally.”
Bucky’s laugh sounded rich and deep, a sound you wished you could hear over and over. “I knew she would.” The dish in his hands was placed onto the countertop, and you set to cutting portions to eat; surreptitiously making sure Bucky had more than his fair share.
“Do you want to watch–”
“Why don’t we sit on the–”
The two of you stared at one another, eyes wide and smiles playing at the corners of your lips. “You first,” Bucky offered, chuckling quietly.
“I, uh– Do you want to sit on the couch–?”
“Sure, honey,” he replied, and he picked up your plate with his free hand. “Grab us a drink?”
You took a deep breath when Bucky turned his back to you. You’ve got this, you intoned.
Dinner was a quiet affair, and you were grateful for it — while it was your job and your pleasure to look after Bucky’s daughter, the little girl sure had boundless amounts of energy, and it was hard work keeping up with her.
After clearing your plate, you set it down onto the coffee table. Bucky was still going, so you settled into the plush cushions and watched the plain, mindless show without taking it in.
“Fawn, sweetheart?” Bucky whispered suddenly; voice close enough that you could feel the exhale of breath with his words.
You startled and blinked rapidly — the room was dark, the TV off and the lights dimmed.
“There you are,” Bucky cooed. He was sitting right next to you, his hand on your knee as he half faced you. “You fell asleep, honey—you feeling okay?”
“Oh– I, uh– Shit, I’m so sorry,” you rushed, sitting up. The blackened screen of the TV reflected the clock in the kitchen to show that it was only nine at night. “I better go—you no doubt want to go to sleep soon after such a big day–”
“Fawn, hey– Stop, it’s okay,” Bucky soothed, and he put a hand on your shoulder — the heat from his palm made your mind whirr with possibilities. “It’s okay. I let you sleep; you looked dead on your feet. I only woke you up because I thought you’d want to go home to your partner.”
Heat bloomed over your chest and up your neck, the way Bucky was staring at you made something stir that you would much rather stay dormant. “I, uh– Don’t have a partner, Mr. Barnes,” you whispered.
The silence could have engulfed you whole — tension billowed in the air, and you fidgeted, stubbornly refusing to meet his gaze.
“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Bucky said eventually, and you shivered at the sound of his voice; lowered an octave and raspy with what you guessed was shock. “I’m sorry, darling, I shouldn’t have assumed. But let’s get you home, okay?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, getting to your feet.
Bucky handed you your bag, all neatly packed and organised, and walked you to the front door and down the front steps. “I don’t mean to presume, but can I ask you back again to watch Starlet–?” he asked, looking at you.
“Of course,” you blurted, and you meant it. “She was a fun bundle of energy, and you know how to contact me if you need me again.”
You tried, wholeheartedly, to fight the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as Bucky opened your car door, and then took your bag to place it in the trunk. In a roundabout way, you wished he would be insufferable, even arrogant in his disposition — it would have made it easier to banish the swelling crescendo of want that started to consume you.
“Will you message me when you get home?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you said, nodding. “I– I will. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Bucky brought you close in an embrace you returned, and you savoured the warmth of his body; the feel of his arms around you as he held you tight.
Though it had to end.
You pulled away, out of his hold, and moved to sit in the driver’s seat of your car.
“Get home safe, Fawn.” Bucky closed the door after you tucked your feet into the well, and he leaned against the side of your car.
“I will.” You smiled up at him, and then you turned the keys in the ignition.
The car spluttered and clunked back to silence. Bucky was looking towards the hood of your car with concern. “Oh, it’s just temperamental,” you said to reassure him, and yourself.
You tried again; you tried a third time, but there was only a piteous groan from the engine before it gave in, falling silent each time. “Great, just great,” you muttered angrily, cursing your luck that carried on from when the car first showed signs of kicking the bucket. “Fuck.”
“Pop the bonnet,” Bucky said, adjusting his sleeves. “I’ll take a look.”
Oh, boy, you groaned internally at the sight of his forearms flexing again, but you complied.
The metal creaked and groaned its protest of movement when Bucky pulled the hood up, locking it in place with one hand while the other dug into the engine bay. A determined frown pulled his pretty lips at the corner. “The old girl is on her last legs,” he gritted out through clenched teeth while he fiddled and yanked at parts of the engine. “The mounts are close to giving out and it looks like the battery is… well, fucked.”
You sighed, the sound hitching on a frustrated sob. “Can you– Can you call me a cab? I’ll get someone to come tow it in the morning, or something–”
“Fawn,” Bucky said fiercely, and he looked at you while he closed the hood of your traitorous car. “Do you think I’m going to send you home with some stranger when you’re clearly and rightfully upset?”
“But–”
“But fucking nothing, sweetheart,” he insisted, his tone somehow soft — like he cared. “Please, I have a spare bedroom—fuck, I have several, and you are welcome to any one of them until we can get you home tomorrow.”
The use of a curse drove his point home, so did the earnest glare in his eyes.
Your shoulders slumped in defeat, and you gestured at yourself. “But I haven’t brought clothes– What about Starlet in the morning? She doesn’t know–” She will get the wrong idea; Bucky doesn’t know what she’s said, you silently fretted, but there was no way to give voice to your worries, not in your distress.
“Honey, please, you can use some of my old clothes—they’ll be comfortable, and you’ll be modest. Just let me help you,” Bucky implored. He held a hand out, an offering to guide you back inside. “We can work it all out in the morning. I’m off tomorrow, and hell, Starlet would love having a friend over for breakfast—it’s pancakes and bacon.”
“That does sound pretty good,” you murmured, wringing your hands. The nagging feeling of imposing upon his hospitality would not dissipate, though. “Are you sure? I–”
Bucky shook his head, an exasperated smile on his lips. “C’mere, Fawn,” he said, and he slung his arm over your shoulder. You attempted to clamp your jaw shut around the shocked sound in your throat. “I’m sure. I can’t leave my Fawn high and dry; not when I can help.”
“Okay,” you squeaked, and you allowed Bucky to lead you back into the house and up the stairs towards the bedrooms.
Without a word, he paused at the top of the stairs and retracted his arm, hanging it by his side as he walked towards a larger, single door — you moved to follow him, but he placed his index finger over his lips, before he disappeared behind it. The house was silent in the absence of Starlet’s giggles and rambling rants of royalty, and you found yourself fidgeting in place while you waited for that door to open again.
As though he heard you, Bucky opened the door and walked towards you, offering a worn, soft, black henley, and a pair of dark sweats. “Back in my twenties,” he began, smiling down at the offered clothes, “I was twice the size—fucking obsessed with vanity. But these will be comfortable.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, taking the offered clothes. The movement made your fingers brush against his, and something changed — the air grew thick with crackling energy that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. “I– I will, uh, talk to you in the morning?”
Bucky nodded and stepped back; you tried not to whine from the loss of his proximity — luck was not on your side. Something must have shown of your inward pleading in your expression.
“Fawn?” he asked quietly, tilting his head. “You okay, sweetheart? You look–” He licked his lips, the action drawing your whole attention. “You look lost.”
“I’m fine,” you replied weakly, and you nodded once as though it would make it reality. Truthfully, you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole — the late hour naturally stripped you of your inhibitions, and God…
You cursed temptation to the high heavens.
“You sure?” Bucky asked, and he stepped closer again, his presence looming near enough to make your heart thunder against the confines of your throat.
“Mhm.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes, and stepped forward again — you stepped back, forcing yourself not to melt onto the floor with how your knees shook. “Sweetheart… There’s something you’re not tellin’ me.”
The sudden dryness in your throat made you cough, and your eyes watered with the reflex. Bucky stepped closer and you backtracked until your heels hit the skirting board, your shoulders and back following close behind. “I– Ja– I mean, Bucky–”
His hands moved to either side of your head, effectively trapping you in place. “Yeah?”
Your mouth parted in shock, but nothing came to mind to defend yourself, or any urge to push him away.
Bucky hummed, tilting his head. “Fawn, you know if this isn’t okay you are more than welcome to knee me where the sun doesn’t shine—but look at you.” The breathy quality of Bucky’s voice made your stomach knot with arousal.
This was wrong, your mind screamed; this is what you want, your heart shouted.
“You’re desperately fighting against something, I see it; it's in your pretty eyes, baby,” he purred. “Talk to me—tell me what’s wrong, why are you fightin’?”
Bucky’s face loomed closer to yours, his lips parted only slightly, and you prayed for strength as you fisted his shirt, to pull or push him away, you couldn’t decipher — he was so, so close, if only you just reached out–
“What are you fightin’, my little Doe?”
“Oh– Bucky, please–” Thoughts swirled and escaped your grasp, faster than you could claim the words and the will to do the right damned thing. “Please, I– Hmph!”
His lips claimed yours, the softness of them insistent, desperate, and you moaned into his mouth from the rush of adrenaline. “Yes,” you breathed against his lips, and you threw your arms around his neck, forgoing your hold on his clothes.
The sweetness of Bucky’s lips made you chase them when he tried to pull back; you were starved for more, and he obliged your hunger by pushing you harder into the wall, his hands moving down your shoulders, your sides, to settle on your hips with a bruising grip.
Bucky’s tongue brushed along your bottom lip, and you moaned again, letting your tongue dance with his; the relief of finally allowing yourself to give into the urge you’d been constraining against was liberating in every manner, even if it were risky, you were determined to make the best of it.
It was only when he pulled back for breath did you realise he had been pawing at your hip and ass, the fabric bunched in his fists while he panted for air. “Fuck,” he murmured, and he started to laugh, the sound rumbling in his chest through the gasps for air. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, that,” you agreed breathlessly. “Fuck.”
The two of you stood in silence, catching your breaths, and you waited for the fall out of it all; the implosion that lurked around the corner.
“Fawn,” Bucky said quietly, and his index finger brushed along the underside of your chin; grey, inky eyes met yours with such intensity you almost collapsed under the heat of them. “I want you, baby—I wouldn’t have gambled my chances if I didn’t even have a hunch of what was going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“How did–”
“Never you mind, sweetheart. I’ve had my fair few rodeos with this; I can read you like a book.” The soft press of his lips against your forehead made your heart flutter. “Why don’t you get some sleep, hmm? We can talk in the morning—bright eyed and bushy tailed.” His quiet chuckle made your lips quirk up in a smile. “There’s my girl.”
You were unable to form the words to express the inner turmoil that brewed — that had been the best kiss of your life, Bucky liked you back, you hadn’t lost your job as you thought you would, and you were standing in Bucky’s home with an assortment of his clothes to wear while you slept.
“Fawn, baby,” Bucky teased, and he pulled you away from the wall. His hands rubbed down your arms before he knelt and picked up his discarded clothes, handing them to you with a smile. “Go to bed—you look like you’ve seen a ghost and been given the best news all at once. Get some sleep.”
The bedroom he guided you towards was spacious and just as luxurious as what you had seen of the rest of his home. Light colours filled the room; pastels and darker pops of paint made it contrast in a tasteful way, while the linen and pillows looked divine. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest and a smile on his swollen lips. “If you need anything, sweetheart, I’m just down there,” he said, pointing down the hall, back towards the room with the larger door. “Sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning.”
You looked at him, blinked, then smiled. “Yeah– Yeah, goodnight, Bucky.”
Relief, elation, fear all flooded you at once as you sidled up the mattress and under the covers. They drowned you beneath the waves of overwhelming thoughts of what would happen now; fear for what your future held.
Would it include Bucky? What would Starlet think?
It all amounted to the sheer relief that while you hadn’t initiated the risk, it happened, and your courage bound and leaped with joy for it.
And if you did a little squeal of joy and grinned wide enough to make your cheeks hurt as you tucked yourself into the plush blankets to sleep, it was nobody's business but your own.
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Summary: Jungwoo can’t help that he loves it when you talk down to him.
Pairing: Jungwoo x fem!reader (background of poly with Yangyang)
Tropes: established relationship au
Genre: smut
Rating: R 18+
Warnings: language, poly background
Smut Warnings: degradation, femdom, sex toys, mommy kink, spit play, dry orgasm, dacryphilia, edging
Word Count: 1,203
Note: in the universe of PIP & MKB
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Before You Interact
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Listen to ♡ Circus by Britney Spears
“Jungwoo,” you say in a warning tone, “Watch it.”
“What, babe?” Your husband smiles with a seemingly innocent face.
You lower your book slightly to look at him and raise your eyebrow. He knows exactly what he’s doing. You’ve had your legs tossed over his lap while you read for the better part of the afternoon. It’s been a relatively quiet day. Your other boyfriend, Yangyang, is finishing up his last year of university and is off to classes all day. Jungwoo had placed his hand on your knee and rubbed his thumb against the skin of your lower leg for a while at first while scrolling through his phone mindlessly. Now, his hands drag higher and higher on your thigh. His fingertips slip just beneath the edge of your shorts. You wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to push your thighs apart and play with you over your clothing any moment.
“You know what.” You say flatly, “Watch it or I’ll put you in your damn place.”
“Promise?” Jungwoo challenges.
“Don’t be a fucking brat, Kim Jungwoo. Yangie isn’t around to distract me. You’ll be the sole receiver.”
“I see no issue with this. Do you, Mommy?” He purrs out the name with a challenging lilt.
You mark your book and place it on the coffee table before swinging your legs off of him. Standing up, you grip Jungwoo’s jaw harshly and force him to look up into your darkening eyes. You immediately see his reserve crumble as his submissive headspace takes over.
“We’re going upstairs. If Yangyang comes home and hears you crying for mercy, he won’t be any help to you. Understood?”
“U-understood.”
You release his jaw and walk toward the stairs. Lifting your hand, you crook two fingers over, gesturing for him to follow you. You hear his footsteps fall behind yours. The moment you’re in your bedroom, Jungwoo doesn’t wait for your instruction to strip. He takes the liberty himself and sits bare for you at the foot of the bed. He expects you to praise him for his foresight. You don’t, though. You busy yourself in your armoire, finding the perfect toy to use on your bratty husband. Standing up straight again, you hide the toy behind your back. Jungwoo’s eyes are wide and curious as you step closer to him. Your eyes are still dark with dominance and lust.
“What do you have, Mommy?” He questions, with a tilt of his head.
“What do you want it to be?” You question back.
Jungwoo nibbles on his lower lip, “Whatever you think is best to punish me with.”
You smirk and knee in front of him, “Good answer. Now, does my brat want me to take care of this?”
You pull one hand up to run your finger along the underside of his cock. His hips jerk at the contact, and he nods intensely. Another smirk touches your lips before you spit on his cock, making it wet enough to use your toy of choice. Your husband squirms and whines as you spread the spit across his hard member. Now you pull the toy from behind your back, letting him finally see your choice. He lets out a shaky breath seeing the fleshlight in your hand. Sometimes it’s his favorite, others it’s his worst nightmare. Today, it’s the ladder. You bring the toy to be in line with his tip. You guide it down to only be wrapped around his tip, swiveling it in circles, causing your husband to whimper and whine at the sensation.
“You’re so easy, slut.” You chuckle darkly, “I’m only playing with your tip, barely even that, and you’re already a fucking wreck. What would our precious sub have to say about this?”
“Y-yangie– fuck– Yangie’s seen me sub before, seen me get in trouble.” He whines.
You push the toy all the way on him, pouting in faux compassion when he lets out a broken whine. Giving him time to compose himself isn’t in your thoughts today. You fuck the toy down on him quickly. His thighs squeeze together, and his hair falls on his face as he bows his head forward.
“He’s seen you be my slut before, yes. He enjoys watching his precious daddy fall apart for me, doesn’t he?” You muse, focusing on how his abs tense and intense with each motion, “He’s always such a good boy. He doesn’t try to play games with me like you do. Only bratty sluts do that. Are you my bratty slut, Jungwoo?”
“Yeah,” he moans, “I’m a bratty slut.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” you tut, “You’re not a slut, your my slut.”
“‘M your slut.” He corrects himself through a sob, “Mommy, I’m gonna–”
You pull the toy off of him entirely, knowing exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. His body shakes and convulses as if he’s cumming, but no cum comes out of his cock. He whimpers and whines at the sensation. He’s always hated dry orgasms. On the other hand, you love how much more desperate your husband and boyfriend get when it happens.
“That’s not fair.” He pouts.
“Oh?” You mock his pouty face and tone, “Is it not fair? Last time I checked, bratty sluts don’t get to cum how they want to.”
“Please, please, plea– fuck!”
His begs get cut off by you pushing the fleshlight back onto his weeping member. His muscles tense, his eyes squeeze shut, and small tears form at the corners. It takes everything in him not to fuck up into the toy. If he did, it would only cause a longer punishment. You continue to degrade him with filthy words, knowing he loved every moment of it. If he didn’t he knew your safeword and that he was able to use it at any point. You edge him a few more times, and each time, he lets out a pathetic sob, begging you to let him cum.
“I’ll be good! I can be good like Yangie is!” He promises, “Please, Mommy, let me cum.”
“Do you deserve it? Maybe I should leave you like this and spoil Yangyang when he gets home.”
It’s a semi-empty threat, though. Yangyang has been extra well-behaved recently. Typically when he’s stressed with his courseload, he gets a bit bratty, but he hasn’t even with his exams. Jungwoo opens his mouth to whine in protest. He closes his lips again when the sound of the alert for the door opening and closing again fills the house. His eyes go wide, and he begs silently. You smirk and start fucking the toy onto his cock roughly. A loud moan rips through the air.
“Baby? Woo? Are you two upstairs?” Yangyang calls through the house.
“We’re upstairs, pretty baby.” You call back, “I’m just handling a brat right now. Feel free to join us when you’re ready!”
Jungwoo jerks his hips up at your offer. Again you pull the toy away, making tears roll down his cheeks. You chuckle, watching how his cock jerks and drips a bit of precum. He was in for a long evening, now with the added fun of your shared boyfriend being home, too it’ll only be more enjoyable for everyone.
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February Writing Challenge 2023 theme: firsts
First time driving
First episode
First chance
First day
First meeting
First look
First attempt
First bite
First flight
First drink
First birthday
First job
First fight
First pet
First step
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First anniversary
First words
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First light
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The Art of the Night
Day 27 of the BG3 Fic February Challenge
Did I already have this scene written? Yes I absolutely did. I like Gale's romance scene but I was so disappointed when the game created a mashup of the Kama Sutra and One Thousand and One Nights and DIDN'T let us read passages from it.
So made up some passages for myself.
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27. Choose any scene in the game and write it with your headcanon
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How about the perfect night in Waterdeep? Yes…let’s imagine how it would be. The scene is this: you and I stand in the room that is the centre of my universe. The sculptures, the paintings, the walls enlivened by the spines of a thousand books. The grand piano plays the Lliirian Suites all by itself, and as we look out beyond the arches that lead to the terrace, we see the weary sun take its daily dive into the sea.
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Dani moved to the railing of the terrace, placing her hands on the wood and leaning her weight against it. It felt as real as any she’d touched in Baldur’s Gate, worn smooth by craftsmen, time, and weather. She closed her eyes and soaked in the warmth of the setting sun and the salt of the briny sea air. Just like home…
She knew it was all illusion and fantasy, that the magic was merely tricking her mind into feeling the weight of the wood and smelling the scent of the sea. But for the moment, she wanted to exist in that illusion. After so many days surrounded by decay, the warmth and light of even a setting sun was like a balm to her spirit and body.
She felt Gale join her at the railing and she opened her eyes, turning to look at him. But his gaze was on the horizon, a deeply thoughtful, almost sorrowful expression on his face. Despite the obvious concentration it must take to make and maintain this illusion, his mind was clearly on the future and the choice he felt was all but inevitable. He gazed at the horizon like a man who knew he would never see such a sight again.
She wanted to reach out and caress his cheek, turn his face back to hers, kiss him until he forgot all his worries. But she settled, for now, with taking his hand.
He glanced down, as if surprised, and then met her gaze. He gave her a soft smile.
“What do you think?” he asked.
She gave his hand a squeeze. “I love it. I could spend every evening watching the sunset here, with you.”
“Could you?” He seemed surprised by her words, lifting his head to gaze out over the ocean again, as if looking at it a little differently than before.
“Once all of this is over, yes. I’m a sucker for a good sunset.” She tilted her head, waiting for him to smile at her little remark, but he was lost in thought once more, his eyes scanning the world around them. Memorizing, she realized, or perfecting the memory. As though this might truly be the last night his eyes beheld the scene.
She couldn’t let him stay lost in his thoughts. She tugged on his hand, leading him back to the cushioned bench that sat off to one side. There, she sat down and patted the space beside her, inviting him to join her. He smiled faintly.
“My favorite spot,” he said, gesturing toward her. He settled beside her, body close, shoulders brushing. “Many times, evening turned to night and back to daybreak once more while I sat here, lost in words.”
She raised her eyebrows playfully at him. “Oh? Up all night reading? I do love that rebellious streak of yours.”
He gave her a teasing, half-mischievous look. “Allow me to live dangerously while I still can.”
His words, though said with humor, made her smile falter. She didn’t want to think about that now. His possible death. Not while they were, for the moment, surrounded by the comforts of home, his home, far, far away from the Absolute.
“What sorts of books did you read?” she asked. “It can’t have all been spell tomes. At least, I hope not.”
He chuckled. “No, not all spell tomes or magical theory, though there was plenty of that as well. I’d read just about anything I could get my hands on, if it interested me. History, philosophy, literature, poetry…romance…”
He shifted to reveal a book on the side table behind him. “This,” he said, reaching for the book, “might just be all of that wrapped in one.”
Dani glanced at the cover and instantly recognized it. “Is that…?”
“The Art of the Night,” he said, running his hand over the cover. It depicted a man and a woman in sensual embrace, their bodies fluid and ethereal. Around the woman’s head was a round halo of divinity, like a thin crescent moon in the starry sky that surrounded them. “It details the first thousand nights of a newlywed king and queen. They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation. The art of taste, time-honored and newly acquired.”
His thumb idly traced the halo of divinity around the woman’s head. “The art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. The art of the night itself.”
“I’m familiar with this story,” Dani said, reaching for the book. He gave it willingly, watching as she traced a finger along the curving lines of the woman’s body.
She recalled what she knew…what she had memorized, back when she’d gotten her hands on a version of the king and queen’s story a couple of years ago. She hadn’t kept it long, because her troupe had to travel light and books were heavy, so she had only memorized a few pages to entertain her fancy when she could no longer read the physical copy. It wasn't much, but what she did remember was that this tale was more than fairy tale. It was sheer, poetic eroticism, beautiful and haunting, alluring and sensual.
She stood and wandered a step or two away, opening the book and flipping through the first few pages, her eyes skimming the text. It wasn’t precisely the same as the tale she’d read. In the margins of the text, on nearly every page, there were magic symbols and words. Each night was embellished with the markings for a spell or a ritual, accompanied by poetic instructions on how to recreate the experiences and lessons the noble couple gained in their first three years of marriage. And, more than occasionally, the pages contained diagrams of the couple in the various ways they experienced their pleasure, drawn in the same fluid, ephemeral style as the cover.
This copy, this version, wasn’t just the tale itself, she realized. It was both the romantic, erotic tale and a magical Quarta Sune, both poetry and sex manual, mixing in magic and making the hypothetical romance of the king and queen entirely possible, if one knew how to manipulate the spells.
She turned to a passage she knew well, almost by heart. She was quiet a moment, reconnecting with the words, before she began to speak them softly, a note of fondness in her voice.
“‘That night, the king met his beloved once more in their chambers,’” she read.
“‘Dearest one,’ said he,
‘Gold I have given thee,
and jewels from my store;
chains for thy neck
and bands for thy wrists;
and still, thine eyes shine more brilliantly
than any treasure in my kingdom.
‘What gem in all the realms
can be more precious than thy gaze?
What more can I give to you,
my beloved, so that you may know
the ardent depths of my heart?
What more, when thine eyes alone
make all riches seem as dull iron?’
‘Tender-hearted king,’ said the queen,
‘I need neither gold nor gems;
my love is not so cheaply bought
nor so willingly sold.
And yet, already thou possess
that which I long for most.
Thy steady gaze, my love,
and thy faithful hand are all I ask.’”
Gale stood and joined her, brushing nearly against her back as he looked over her shoulder and spoke the next few lines softly in her ear.
“‘Come, take my hand,
and look beyond this simple visage.
I will bare my soul to thee, this night,
and gaze boldly at thine.
For more than bone and blood are we,
but spirits merely housed in flesh.’”
Dani’s breath caught, her mind distracted by the way his breath stirred her hair, by how close his lips were to her neck. She turned her head slightly and found his dark eyes watching her. He hadn’t been reading the lines, but reciting them from memory.
She was at a loss for words. He was barely touching her and yet she felt like her entire body was slowly kindling aflame, warmth spreading from her core to her toes and the very tips of her horns. She clutched the book a little tighter, casting about for something to say.
“My, um…my copy didn’t have pictures,” she breathed. "Or spells."
He blinked, as if processing her words, and then chuckled, shaking his head. “You were missing out, then. Some of the later diagrams can be quite…fascinating.”
When he looked at her again, his smile was half-apologetic and half-admiring. “You know…I must have read that passage a thousand times, but never have I heard the words expressed so beautifully as you did now. You have a gift, Dani. You are…”
He trailed off, his gaze slowly taking in the features of her face, lingering a moment on her lips before meeting her eyes again. “You are wonderful,” he breathed. “So wonderful I can scarcely believe any of this to be real.”
Dani didn’t know what to say to that. She felt lost in his brown-eyed gaze, trying to discern shades of deep amber from chestnut and mahogany, enchanted by the flecks of bronze that appeared in the light of the setting sun. She had never considered herself a fawning romantic, but staring into his eyes, she felt she could all too easily become one.
After several heartbeats, Gale dropped his gaze to the book, gently taking it from her hands. “Can I show you?” he asked, turning the pages. “What they mean? To experience love and pleasure in more ways than just the body?”
“You mean…like the gods do,” she said, turning to face him, the book between them. “Like you said before.”
“Precisely.” He smoothed flat the pages of the book, showing her two diagrams of hands, magic symbols and poetry surrounding the sketches. “Why confine ourselves to the pleasures of mortal flesh? It is but one stitch in a vast tapestry. Let me show you more.”
Something about the brightness in his eyes made her hesitate. He would know more than her what pleasures could exist outside the body, she supposed, and she trusted him. And yet…
As if sensing her hesitation, he closed his eyes in concentration. Dani felt herself grow lighter, floating apart from her body. The sky around them darkened and then shone with a million brilliant stars, draped with purple, blue, and red stardust shimmering in clouds and galaxies, appearing both within reach and endlessly far away. The more she turned her head to look, the more the structures and objects of Waterdeep fell away, leaving them in the expanse of beautiful, eternal space. Even their bodies were left behind. They existed now as spirits only, shining and translucent.
“What do you think?” he asked again. “Beautiful, is it not?”
It was, but already she missed the real Gale. As a spirit, his eyes glowed with magic and she could see the stars through his body. But while the swirling galaxies and glittering stars were stunning, she missed his rich brown eyes. When she reached out to brush his arm, she found his body simultaneously tangible and intangible, as though a mere thought could allow her to phase through him completely.
She had no doubt that if they stayed like this, Gale would reveal a hundred avenues of pleasure she had never experienced before, but her selfish little heart didn’t want to be impressed by magic. She just wanted the man himself.
“It’s our first night together, Gale,” she said. She could still sense her body, somewhere in the material plane, and focused there, reaching out to it like an anchor. Outside of the galaxy illusion, she placed her hands over his and closed the book. The visions of galaxies melted away, their spectral bodies becoming physical and visible once more, though the illusion of Waterdeep remained. “Shouldn’t we start somewhere closer to the beginning? I want to experience you first. We'll have time to try all the rest later.”
He looked doubtful. “Are you sure?”
“Gale,” she whispered softly, pressing her hand to his chest, over his heart. Her touch silenced him in an instant, though he still looked uncertain. “I’ve never been more sure. Tonight isn’t the end for us.”
This was what she wanted, more than the beautiful illusions or spectral experiences. She felt his heart beating beneath her palm, felt the warmth of his body. She wanted more of that. More of the real, touchable Gale, with his soft brown hair and his gentle, dark eyes. She wanted to slip her hands beneath his shirt and touch his skin, feel the way his muscles twitched or tensed when her fingers grazed over them. She longed to taste his lips and feel the weight of him against her and watch his face flush and see how far that flush traveled down his neck and chest.
With her other hand, she gently slipped the book from his grip and set it on the railing. She stepped into the space between them, filling it with her body, pressing her palm more firmly against his chest. “You are what I want, Gale. The real man in front of me. Not the illusion and not the fantasy."
"But—"
"You don’t have to worry about impressing me. I’m no goddess.”
“Yes, you are,” he said, placing his hand over hers. He said it as though it were a fact, irrefutable, and with such warmth that it made her breath hitch.
She was used to admiration, entertainer that she was. She was used to praise. She was used to flattery. But the deep sincerity of his words and the way he looked at her was new. He spun poetry from mere words without even trying, and she was always caught off balance by the beauty of it.
But then his clever smile was back, and he said, “Trust me, I would know.”
She scoffed and gave him a light shove. He swayed on his heels but didn’t budge, chuckling at her feigned irritation.
“That said…" He kept ahold of her hand, threading his fingers with hers as he lowered them away from his chest. "Will you meet me halfway?”
“Halfway?”
He snapped his fingers and the balcony and sunset shifted, bookshelf-laden walls enclosing around them once more. But rather than his study, this room was a little smaller, a large canopied bed taking up the majority of the space. Stacks of books sat precariously on beside tables and spots on the floor while a fireplace burned cheerfully on one wall, a cushy armchair angled in front of it. Dani half expected to find Tara curled up in the armchair, though she hadn’t the faintest idea what Tara might look like.
“Your bedroom?” she asked, tilting her head. "In Waterdeep?"
“Indulge me,” he said. “Unless you’d like a canopy of stars once more.”
She shook her head. If this was a true, or mostly true, reflection of Gale’s room in Waterdeep, she was in no hurry to leave. She looked around with interest, but some of the details, like the words on the spines of books, shifted and blurred beneath her vision, as though Gale didn’t want her looking too closely.
Not matter. She wasn’t here to read anyway.
“I’m sure you’ll find the bed more than comfortable,” he said. “And, should I soon find myself a little too distracted to maintain the rest of the illusion, the bed will remain. For a few hours, at least.”
She arched an eyebrow at him and he shrugged, offering no further comment. She grinned and hopped onto the bed, flopping back with her arms spread. He was right. It was solid beneath her, not at all an illusion, and it was certainly comfortable. Better than the bedrolls on hard ground that she’d been sleeping on this past month or so.
“Oh, I could get use to this,” she said, settling right in. “You’ll have to teach me this little spell.” She lifted a hand and gestured like she was revealing words on a banner. “Conjure Bed. School of…er…”
“Conjuration,” he finished, the humor obvious in his voice. “As the name implies.”
“Right, I could have guessed that.” She propped herself up on one elbow to find him watching her again, that same fond, enchanted look he’d worn the last few days, especially tonight. She held out her hand to him, an open invitation for him to join her. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
He opened his mouth as though to answer, paused, and then shook his head fondly. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
He reached out and took her hand, climbing onto the bed with her. She lay back, cradling his face in her hands as he rested part of his weight against her, gazing down at her with a look so filled with love she could only smile and stare.
There they were, those dark eyes she loved so much. There, too, was the oddly pleasant scratch of his beard against her palms, the softness of his hair as her fingertips sank into it, the heat and weight of his body as it pressed her into the downy mattress. Exactly as she wanted it.
“I love you,” she whispered.
His smile was gentle and loving, reflecting her words before he even spoke them. “I love you, too, Meridan Zavrai.”
He bent his head to kiss her and she let the world around her fade into a hazy blur, until at last the only thing she could see, the only thing she could hear, the only thing she could touch, was Gale himself.
#bg3#bg3 fic#bg3ficfeb#gale#gale dekarios#my fic#oc#dani#meridan zavrai#i am not a poet don't judge me for my bad poetry#i just wanted to give 1001 nights vibes#also dani didn't vibe with the psychadelic tantric astral projection sex thing but she doesn't mind illusions so yeah#thats how we ended up here
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Falling In Love
Nick Jackson X Fem Reader
Summary: Y/n and Nick grew up together. They had been best friends since they were teenagers, trying to make it big in the world of wrestling. Deep down inside Y/n and Nick always had feelings for one another but never admitted it, afraid it would ruin what they had. They both ended up with other people but were never truly happy with their partners. What happens when fate brings them back together and both are single for the first time in a long time? What happens when after 17 years Nick realised he’s still in love with Y/n?
Mentions: of death (reader is a widow), injures,
Main Masterlist (Word count: 2k)
I sat in the private Elite locker room crying into the chest of one my best friends in the whole world, Nick Jackson. We met when I was 16 and he was 17, starting our wrestling journey together, wrestling in the backyard promotion his older brother Matt started. I loved Nick, we spent our whole careers together. He has been there for me through EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING. The past few months have been hectic. The Elite which consisted of myself, Matt, Nick and Kenny had recently made our triumphant return after the whole suspension thing and ever since my life has been a living hell.
I had made my return a few weeks earlier than the boys at AEW’s first Canadian show. I begged Tony Khan to let me do anything on the show. I had been working for years to bring the show to Canada, nonetheless my hometown of Toronto. After countless meetings and paperwork, I somehow managed to show up in Toronto. I still get goosebumps thinking about the Pop I got from the audience. I made an open challenge to fight anyone and Tay Conti answered it. During my match, I somehow managed to pull the muscles in my abdomen. Unfortunately for me, Aubrey Edwards had no choice but to call the match due to my injury. I didn’t want the match to end but I could not stand, and therefore it was out of my hands to make the call.
That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I’ve wrestled matches with broken bones and had death matches, but I injured myself by botching a tiger roll. I was making my return, trying to put what happened behind me but of course, it’s never that easy. It was even worse when I started crying as I was practically carried out by staff. Out of the 16 years I’ve been wrestling I had only gotten a match stopped two other times. Both of which I was knocked out and had to be carried out on a stretcher because I almost died.
But that was in October, It’s now May and once again I am injured. Nick just held me in his arms and said nothing, knowing I just needed to get this cry out.
“What’s wrong with me Nick,” I said sobbing uncontrollably
“Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you” He replied in a soothing tone
“Yes, there is, how come out of all of my years wrestling I barely ever get injured but ever since I came back all I am is hurt.”
He said nothing
“October, I started crying in the ring which I have never done before and almost gave myself a hernia, February I almost shattered my ankle and I still have this nasty ass bone bruise. Now, It's May and the Doctor told me if my shoulder doesn’t get better soon I might have to get surgery. I can’t be out for months with a shoulder injury”
Nick knew everything I said was true. These past few months have been a rollercoaster of emotions for everyone. The boys regained their Trios championships then lost it and I won the Ring Of Honour women's championship the past December at final battle. Not to mention the unexpected loss of one of our great friends and my baby daddy James. The last thing is the main problem. My mind was constantly thinking of James and that I am a fresh single mother with an 11-month-old was enough to throw me off my game and cause my injuries.
“Y/N..” Nick says my name almost in a whisper “Whatever happens, I just want you to know that I am always going to be here for you. No matter what happens, ok. I love you, always.” He then placed a delicate kiss on my forehead and rubbed my back, something that never failed to help me calm down.
Just then Matt and Kenny walked in. The four of us were family, being there for the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Kenny was holding my daughter, Elizabeth or as I liked to call her Lizzy. It was the name James picked out, she looked exactly like him. He handed her to me and I held her close to my chest. It pained me knowing she would never get to know her father. She was only 5 months old when he died, my only child, our little miracle, and I had no idea how I was going to do this on my own. Luckily I have some great people to help me get through it.
That night after dynamite I went back to my hotel room, exhausted. Lizzy was upset. There were too many people, it was loud, and not to mention all of the fellow wrestlers wanted to hold her. My little angel was just like her father, not a people person. That meant the evening consisted of me holding her tight as she was wrapped around my chest. Liz wouldn't let Britt or even Dana hold her without crying again so that meant I couldn't make it ringside for the boy’s match. Once I returned to the room and somehow managed to put Lizzy down for bed before having a shower and getting ready for bed. I stood in the mirror looking at my right shoulder, although I was able to move it more (thanks to some crazy rehab) the nasty bruising remained. The “Cody Boob” as I liked to call it as it looked similar to Cody’s torn pectoral. Just as I was lost in my thoughts I heard a faint knock on my hotel room door. I was surprised when I saw Nick standing there.
“Hey” Nick whispered
“Hi” I replied, tiredly
“I just wanted to check on you, see how you are doing. I heard about the little situation with Liz”
“Oh, that. She’s fine. Too many people I guess….Do you wanna come in?”
As I invited Nick inside my hotel room I noticed something different about him. I wasn’t too sure what it was. He was freshly showered, and I could smell the evergreen scent of his body wash on his skin. He wore black sweats, a black T-shirt along with a pair of Jordans. All normal things, yet something was different. Was it the way his icy blue eyes looked at me? Was it the way he leaned on the doorframe? A million different things went through my mind as I finished in the washroom before returning to him. He sat on the bed, flipping through the channels as I joined him, snuggling close to his chest. I must have fallen asleep at some point because when I woke up in the morning he was gone.
Nick’s POV:
As I sat in Matt’s and I’s shared hotel room all I could think about was Y/N. I know how hard things have been for her recently and I was genuinely worried for her.
“And then I was thinking we could do…, are you even listening to me, Nick?” Matt said in annoyance. I didn’t even notice I drowned him out
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea man” I replied, not even knowing what he had said.
“What’s wrong, is something bothering you?” he asked
“I’m fine Matt, just worried about Y/N,” I told him truthfully
“I think you worry about her too much. If I am being completely honest with you, I have no idea how you two never ended up together. You two wo-” “I’m getting a divorce” I cut Matt off. I could see his face drop at my words.
“What? What do you mean you are getting a divorce?” Matt said confusion and fear all over his face. “A few months ago, I filed for a divorce Matt, I am getting a divorce” I admitted ashamed of myself. “Why?” The tone in Matt’s voice was soft. He no longer looked shocked, he looked almost pained.
“To be honest with you I have no idea”. My marriage had always been rocky from the beginning, that was no secret. The long-running joke on BTE was that one day I would end up leaving my wife for Y/N. Everyone and their mother wanted Y/n and I to get together, they swore at some point we must have slept together but it never happened.
“Do you love her?” Matt asked the one question I had been dreading for years
“Who?” I played dumb
“Y/N, do you still love her?” I may or may not have told Matt that I was in love with Y/N after I was high on anesthetic after surgery a few years back and he’s never let it go.
“I need to get some air” I left before Matt could stop me.
My brain was going a million miles an hour, I just needed some time to think. I didn’t even notice that I ended up at Y/N’s room. I wanted to go back, but it was too late. I knocked quietly on the door. Hoping not to wake the baby up. When Y/N opened the door I felt some relief. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She must have just come out of the shower. My brain imagined myself in there with her. I mentally cursed at myself for thinking that, she was my best friend. She invited me inside and I sat on the bed, unsure what to do. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ I thought to myself. I decided to find something on the TV while I waited for her to return. Once she returned she rested her head on my chest. We were always very affectionate towards each other (sometimes a little too affectionate) so this wasn’t something out of the ordinary. So why did I feel so nervous?
We didn’t say anything, we just lay in silence. It was calming, I felt relaxed. I was going to move to be closer to her when I noticed she was asleep. Y/N looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Matt’s words replayed in my mind. “Do you still love her?” I always loved Y/N, but did I LOVE LOVE her? For the first time in a long time, the both of us were single. Y/N was the first person to know about my divorce, and her reaction was similar to Matt’s. I wanted to protect her, help her raise her daughter, I wanted her, I needed her, I wanted to be with her forever, I loved her and I hate myself for not doing anything about it. For the past 17 years she has been in my life and for the past 17 years I have been in love with her. Instead, I ignored my feelings and got married to someone else to ignore my true feelings. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my mind going a million miles an hour. I was lost in my own thoughts, a text from Matt broke my trance.
“Where are you?” he asked. Shit, how long had I been gone? I looked at the clock and saw it was almost two in the morning. I wanted to stay with Y/N but Matt wouldn't stop texting me. So I had no choice but to leave.
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March '24 Prompts
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My February Challenge Masterlist
So January is done and I still need things to occupy my time while I’m laid up so onto the next challenge. A Choices February 2024, Choices Pride, and other fandom challenges seemed appropriate since I’ll go back to work right around the 14th so it gives me copious amounts of time to draw lovey dovey (platonic included) art for the season.
Trystan x Emma (CoP)
Based on the fic, The 2AM Christmas Tree Farm, by the extremely talented @thosehallowedhalls. Regrets, wishes granted, new regrets discovered, and best of all the most perfect mix of angst with happy endings.
Aiden x Evie (HSS)
Based on two lovely edits by @cadybear420. I’ve never played any of the HSS books but I’m incredibly tempted to give them a go based on this edit alone! Plus, Evie in a suit? Yes please (can’t wait to see you post that one)!
Kit x Jules (Untamable)
Based on the fic, We’ll Figure It Out, by @peonyblossom. Many of ya know I’m a sucker for cowboys and a select few (really all y’all know) I’m usually a sucker for books the fandom loves to hate. So this pairing was a no brainer for me. Cowboys? Check. Gay? Check. Fluff and picnics? Check. What’s not to love?
Daenarya x Maiele (Blades)
For me and for @storyofmychoices. Thanks for being so wonderful and creating Daenarya!
Imtura x Rán (Blades)
Based on the fic, Swordplay, by @trappedinfanfiction. If I’m a sucker for cowboys yall know I’m even more of a sucker for swordplay with a hot partner. And who wouldn’t want a little help learning that? Especially from Imtura!
Eva x Troy (WtD)
Based on Starlit Night by @dutifullynuttywitch. There is something so magical about friends bringing joy and comfort to each others lives before they become take the leap from friends to lovers. And if that comfort comes in the form of stargazing or even better, Aurora Borealis, sign me up!!
Ash x Skylar (ILITW)
Based on the fic, Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît ! 3, by @aallotarenunelma. Is there anything better than that moment before a first kiss? Well, other than the first kiss itself.
Trystan x Gabriel (CoP)
Dorian x Aerin (Blades)
Based on the fic, I Cannot Bear To Hold You With These Unworthy Hands, by @aria-ashryver. I title this art, Moments Before Disaster 😂 But seriously there is something so wonderful and tender in the moment when all seems right in the world. And for me, that moment is made all the better knowing it will be ripped away hehe (I’m sorry I’m like this).
Sloane Washington (PM)
For @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek day one.
Anna x Nyx (WT - lace)
Requested by @noesapphic for @choicespride Valentine’s event.
Early Morning Bryce
Based on this post.
Bryce x Jensen (OPH - bouquets)
Requested by @mydemonsdrivealimo for @choicespride Valentine’s Event.
Derek Taylor x Charlie Howard
For @tveitertotwrites as part of the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal exchange.
Thomas x Jackie
Requested by @peonyblossom for @choicespride Valentine’s Event.
Mal x Daenarya
A gift for @storyofmychoices from @peonierose for the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal Exchange. Based on this fic.
Tobias x Casey (OPH)
A birthday gift for @jerzwriter. Love ya babe 😘
Tyril x MC (Blades - dancing)
#playchoices#choicesfebruary2024#choices monthly challenge#my art ish tag#i polish nothing#my masterlist
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2023: ☆ January ☆ February-April ☆ May-June ☆
Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer
[HollywoodU] [Red Carpet Diaries]
Love Among the Pages: Thomas and Alex enjoy a quiet afternoon reading.
Together As One: Thomas and Alex enjoy a quiet movie night in.
No Greater Gift : Thomas enjoys a tender moment on Father’s Day.
The Bogart Diaries #37: A Special Day: Thomas has a surprise for Alex and Bogart on this very special day.
Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley[Open Heart]
This is Survival: Olivia and Bryce have two very different approaches for dealing with Zombies. [Zombie AU]
Breathe: Olivia leads a yoga breathing lesson for some of her patients
Whispers of the Sea: Bryce and Olivia enjoy a day at the beach. (Pregnancy fic)
Babysitting: Olivia overhears Bryce say he “needs to babysit” Malia.
Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light and Shadow]
A Meadow Affair [OT3]: Mal, Daenarya, and Nia are enjoying a lazy picnic in a secluded meadow.
Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]
Dealing with a Narcissist : Lilah is attempting to read a new case file but Trystan is being distracting.
Commissions, edits, + more below the cut
Brylivia Sketch by SomeWillWin
Bryce and Malia reading by RoseFuckingGenius
Thomas and Alex reading the Little Prince by ArtbyAinna
Thomas and Alex watching a movie by ArtbyAinna
Thomas, Felicity, and Vincent for Father's Day by Hydn-jpg
Trystan Thorne and Lilah Rose by ArtbyAinna
New Character Pages
Lilah Rose — CoP Detective
Makoa Lahela — Olivia and Bryce's Son
Malia Lahela — Olivia and Bryce's Daughter
Trystan Thorne — the Exiled Prince
New Masterlists
Everything Choices Masterlist
MC Monday: Olivia Hadley
Summer Character Challenge : Olivia Hadley
Summer Character Challenge: Lilah Rose
Top 3 Thursday
Other Things
Trystan + Lilah's business cards
#bryce lahela#thomas hunt#mal volari#trystan thorne#lovealexhunt#storyofmychoices#theartoflovingthomashunt#red carpet diaries#open heart#blades of light and shadow#crimes of passion#choices cop#june2023#may2023
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February 2023 Updates!
✨NEW!✨ -> @ronearoundlightly <- is an All-Ages Blog for my fics (see Light Masterlist). This blog, RoneAroundBlindly, will be considered 18+ ONLY from now on. Please adjust your following/notifications accordingly!!! Additionally, you can now buy me a ko-fi.
(It's now an ongoing joke that the formatting above simply does whatever it wants, and I am sick of fixing it.)
See Main Masterlist.
Upcoming Projects include:
For FOOLS RUSH IN series:
(Steve Rogers x LabTech!Reader)
The Things We Do For Love (Valentine's Fluff) posted 2/13
The Dignity of His Choice ('Reflection'--18 & 19 & 20)
The Right Partner ('Take My Whole Life, Too'--honeymoon)
For BEDROCK AND BLUEPRINTS series:
(Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader)
Alone Together (Valentine's Day) posted 2/14
The Root of All Ransom (Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 posted 2/15)
Ransom hates you, that one, self-made, rich bitch who wins all the philanthropy awards, but he finds a way to use you to anger his mother, Linda. Bonus that he can get some ass in the process. What could possibly go wrong? Money is the only thing he loves, right?
Gifts Given (short one-shot) posted 2/12
(Ransom x rich!reader)
Time and Tines (Steve Rogers x Villain!reader)--preview
--for the Bittersweet Symphony Writing Challenge
Captain Rogers doesn't suspect a thing when you're first brought in. What could possibly make a fragile thing like you turn bad? What do you get out of attacking these scientists? How do you know so much about Bucky Barnes and why do you insist on speaking to him alone?
Threadbare (Steve Rogers x fashion designer!reader)
Steve would never have imagined having so much in common with a purely creative soul...even if he did assume you were a man for the longest time.
Item 107 (skinny!demigod!Steve Rogers; Beauty & the Beast AU)
Long ago, Steve used his power to imbue a special piece of his artwork to draw forth his true bride, and then nothing happened. Bitter and callus after centuries alone, overlooked for his physical stature, he runs his own gallery in Brooklyn in lieu of enjoying the world around him. Can a chance meeting at a show opening and a misguided search for a bathroom really change his whole life?
#ro updates#writing wip#fools rush in#steve rogers x reader#ransom drysdale x reader#steve rogers fanfiction#ransom drysdale fanfiction#bedrock and blueprints#ari levinson fanfiction#ari levinson x reader
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Masterlist 1: B - M
Blades of Light & Shadows - Murder at Homecoming
Blades of Light and Shadow
Aerin Valleros x m!human!mc - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @aria-ashryver Eros/Philia
All The Kisses - ART - Mal Volari x F!MC - @cammarada C: @storyofmychoices Eros
Crossroads - FIC - Aerin Valleros, NB!elf!MC - @storyofmychoices Philia
Daenarya x Miele Fanart - F!MC x MC - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @storyofmychoices Philia/Ludus
Imtura tal Kaelen x f!orc!mc Fanart - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @trappedinfanfiction Eros
A Whitetower Festival of Friendship and Love - FIC - Mal Volari x F!MC - @dutifullynuttywitch Eros/Pragma
Woven Threads & Winding Roads - FIC - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia/Pragma
Woven Threads & Winding Roads Parts 3 & 4 - FIC - Tyril Starfury x f!human!mc - @aria-ashryver for @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia/Pragma
Bloodbound
Hide Me In Thy Wounds - FIC - Gaius Augustine x F!MC - @gaiuskamilah Agape
Crimes of Passion
The 2AM Christmas Tree Farm - ART - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @lilyoffandoms for @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia
A Bronx Valentine - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter Eros/Philia
Of Cloudless Climes and Stary Skies: Chapter 3 - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls
Home Without Part 2 - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Eros/Philia
An Interlude of Grief - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls
Love is Dead (Or Is It?) - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Eros
Moments of Truth - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x M!MC @thosehallowedhalls Philia
Second Chances - FIC - m!Trystan Thorne x M!MC - @thosehallowedhalls Philia/Ludus/Pragma
Tabloids, or a story in 5 headlines - FIC - Trystan Thorne x F!MC - FIC - @thosehallowedhalls Philia/Ludus/Eros/Pragma
High School Story
Aiden Zhou x MC Fanart - ART - @lilyoffandoms for @cadybear420 Eros/Philia/Pragma
Evie and Aiden Prom Photos - EDITS - @cadybear420 Eros/Philia/Pragma
Rolling on Forward - FIC - @cadybear420 Storge/Philia/Eros/Pragma
Holywood U
Cafe Whispers & Scone Kisses - FIC - Addison Sinclair x F!MC - @storyofmychoices Ludus
Immortal Desires
Immortal Desires Edits - EDITS - Cas/Cassie Harlow x Gabe/Gabriela Adalhard - @aria-ashryver
Répondez, S'il Vous Plaît ! 3 - ART - ID OCs - @lilyoffandoms for @aallotarenunelma Eros/Philia/Ludus
With Love From the O'Rinn Family - EDITS - Cas Harlow x Gabe Adalhard x M!MC - @aria-ashryver Philia/Storge
Laws of Attraction
Date Night - FIC - Gabe Ricci x M!MC - @choicesmc Eros
Multiple Stories
Immortal Desires, It Lives in the Woods, It Lives Beneath, It Lives Within, Murder at Homecoming
EROS: Passion in Other Ways - TRR/RCD OCs- ART - @mariemarieohcontrary Passion/Philia
Pairing Inspired Playlist - PLAYLIST - Multiple Pairings - @aallotarenunelma Eros/Philia/Storge/Pragma
Murder at Homecoming
Let Me Be Your Valentine, St. Valentine - FIC - Donovan Navarro x NB!MC - @aallotarenunelma Eros/Philia/Ludus/Pragma
Masterlist - Part 2
#playchoices#choices monthly challenge#choices february challenge#choices stories you play#blades of light and shadow#crimes of passion#high school story#hollywood u#immortal desires#choices february challenge masterlist
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Top 3 fav fanfic that you wrote 🥰
Oh that’s a good question! Below the cut to save space.
Also, I’ve written a few chaptered fics and some one-shots so I’ll share my 3 favorite chaptered fics and my 3 favorite one shots! I’m also working on an “author’s choice” masterlist so all my faves will be there once I'm finished. They're in no particular order.
Fluff Content marked with 💘
NSFW Content marked with 🌶️
Non-Con Content marked with 😈
(Please don't engage with non-con if you're uncomfortable with it, obvs)
One-Shots:
Cherry Pie 🌶️ - AO3 - TUMBLR
It's Valentine's Day. You and Steven have been dating for a little while, and decide to take things a step further tonight. Neither of you expect this to be the night that Steven discovers a kink he has, and neither of you expect it to go this far. Part 13/28 of the 2023 February Fuck and Fluff Challenge
A Spetsnaz Initiation (All Spetsnaz X f!Reader) 😈 - AO3 Exclusive
You are a new Rainbow Six recruit and you are finished up training for the day. Kapkan invites you to the Spetsnaz sector in order to learn how to use a knife better in close combat. What you thought was going to be a nice and warm introduction, turned out to be more than you had anticipated.
The Moon Boys and Periods 💘 - AO3 - TUMBLR
Headcanons of the first period the Moon Boys experience with their SO.
Chaptered Fics:
A Bit Dodgy 🌶️- AO3 - TUMBLR
It's not ready yet, but I just KNOW that my Moon Knight series is going to be a favorite of mine. I've already been so obsessed with everything to do with it.
The Recruit and the Hunter🌶️ - AO3 Exclusive - In progress
After spending a year in the Rainbow Six recruit program, you were selected to be an official Rainbow Recruit. As a new recruit, you haven’t been on any missions yet, and grow anxious when your first one approaches. Due to the urgency of the mission, it was difficult to gather some of the more expertly trained, and well regarded, Rainbow Operators, and so they called upon you to do the job as one of the better skilled recruits suited for the mission.
Alongside Kapkan, Doc, Smoke, and Jager, you have to stop an incoming White Mask attack on a bank. When you make a mistake that nearly fails the mission, and almost gets you and Kapkan killed, you question your position in Rainbow, and whether or not you truly belong there. Kapkan didn’t want you to join them in the first place, and is especially upset when you prove him right. Is he ever going to forgive you for the mistake you made? Or will he always be irritated by the mere thought of you.
Just You 😈 - AO3 Exclusive - In progress
You are a normal girl who works a normal job at a local bakery. You were having a normal day, taking a normal walk through a secluded area in the park when you happen upon a strange man. He strikes up an awkward conversation with you, before abruptly asking you on a date. You aren’t sure what it is about him, but you feel inclined to say yes.
As a time goes by, you start to notice things are getting strange, like despite not ever having told him your schedule, this man seems to know exactly where to find you at almost any time of day. Things get even more strange when murders begin happening around you. While the coincidences are too many to number, you refuse to acknowledge them. He’s so nice, he couldn’t possibly be a killer…right?
#steven grant#moon knight#rainbow six siege#tachanka#tachanka smut#kapkan#kapkan smut#fuze#fuze smut#glaz#glaz smut#marc spector#jake lockley#moon knight smut#steven grant smut#rainbow six siege fanfiction#rainbow six siege smut#kylo ren#kylo ren smut#star wars#star wars smut#melodyanswers#melodygatesprocrastinates#moots
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Prompt 5: January 15th-31st 2023
Hello all, and welcome again to @choicesprompts challenge! We’re happy you’re joining us for another story-starting prompt
The idea is simple. Everyone begins with the same sentence (or paragraph), and let our muses create a story that we may not have otherwise written.
The prompt for January 15th-31st 2023 is below:
This is a little different just because we're posting the phrase as a graphic, but it's the same rules, start with these words and write whatever comes to your mind.
Now here’s the part where we go over the ground rules:
Your story must begin with the prompt.
Prompt does not need to be bolded.
We ask that the prompt not be altered unless it is to change gender and/or pronouns; tenses (past vs. present) ; or writing styles (third person narrative, first person character POV, reader insert).
While there is no word limit, we suggest your story remain in the 3k-5k word count range
ALL Choices fandoms are welcome!
Don’t forget to tag @choicesprompts in the fic!
This prompt is good for the period January 15th-31st. Please have all submissions to us no later than 11:59pm Central Time on January 31st.
All entries will be reblogged and posted via Masterlist on February 1st.
The new prompt will go up on February 1st.
Please reach out to this blog, @angelasscribbles, or @dcbbw with any questions!
Thank you again for joining us! Go forth, create, and be great!
Tagging those who have specifically expressed interest in doing this:
@dcbbw @bebepac @karahalloway @harleybeaumont
@twinkleallnight @kat-tia801 @missameliep @jerzwriter
@twinkle-320 @argylemnwrites @katedrakeohd @peonierose @sillydg
Tagging for a signal boost: @choicesmonthlychallenge and @choicesficwriterscreations
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Masterlist - Part 1
Thank you to everyone that participated in the Choices January Challenge 2023!
Masterlist - Part 2
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Fanfiction
A Little Delay - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
A Modern Romance - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart)
(Light NSFW / Mature)
A Perfect Date - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
A Winter’s Walk - @storyofmychoices (Open Heart)
By Chance - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
Chasing The Sundown - @chocopeppermintcake (Open Heart)
Coming Up Blank - Part 1 - @jerzwriter (Wake The Dead)
(Light NSFW / Mature)
Crime Drabble - @lilyoffandoms (Crimes of Passion)
Dance It Better - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
February Kiss - @lilyoffandoms (Blades of Light and Shadow)
Feeling Wicked - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart)
In Another Time - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
Just A Kiss - @jerzwriter (Wake The Dead)
Last Stop - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
LoA Drabble - @lilyoffandoms (Laws of Attraction)
Mistletoe Magic - @headoverheelsforramsey (Open Heart)
New Traditions - @theartoflovingthomashunt (Red Carpet Diaries)
Off the Beaten Path - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
One Summer Night - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
Pick Your Poison - @lilyoffandoms (Guinevere)
Polo! - @karahalloway (The Royal Romance series)
(NSFW / Mature)
Regret - @lilyoffandoms (Guinevere)
Return To Dagger Mountain - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart)
Second Chances: Ch 23 - Racing Hearts - @missameliep (Desire and Decorum)
Something New - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
Stating The Obvious - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart)
Summer Romance - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart)
Tension - @jerzwriter (Wake The Dead)
The Elf Affair - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart)
Time Together - @alj4890 (Red Carpet Diaries)
(Light NSFW / Mature)
What’s Forever For - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
What Happened in Vegas (Chapter 4) - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
What Happened In Vegas (Chapter 5) - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
What Happened in Vegas: An Interlude - @jerzwriter (Open Heart)
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Contact @liaromancewriter know if your work is not featured in the masterlist.
Check out prompts from the @choices-february2023 happening right now. Also @choicesmonthlychallenge is hosting To Be or Not To Be.
#choices monthly challenge#choicesjanuary2023#playchoices#choices fanfiction#choices fanart#choices fanfic#pixelberry#blades of light and shadow#the royal romance#trr choices#guinevere choices#open heart#choices open heart#rules of engagement#crimes of passion#laws of attraction#wake the dead#desire and decorum#red carpet diaries#choices stories you play
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My Choices Edits Masterlist (NOTE: List is subject to frequent updates)
You can also see all my edits by searching #cadybear's edits on my profile or on Tumblr, but it'll be a very incomplete list because Tumblr's search functions are ass. Plus a handful of the posts on my profile are just my own reblogs of my stuff.
So, here's a more collective and organized list.
And I do indeed accept requests/suggestions for edits! However, they can take a while, and I do reserve the right to turn down a request if it's something I'm uncomfortable with editing or is way out of my league of editing skills.
Update 04/30/2024: All HSS edits have now been given their own masterlist due to the 100 link limit on Tumblr. The link to this new list is included under the cut.
High School Story Edits
All HSS edits now have their own masterlist due to the 100 link limit on Tumblr.
Cadybear's MC Wardrobes
This is a separate series that has its own masterlist.
Misc. Choices Series Edits
Alpha
Markus Barnes Nude/Underwear Sprites, request fulfilled for @3rdstreetfrank
Blades of Light and Shadow
Orc MC Bodytype Redesigns, for Blades MC Redesign Challenge 2023)
Crimes of Passion
m!Trystan and nb!MC Gabriel in Haute Couture, Choices Secret Pal April 2024 gift for @lilyoffandoms
Dirty Little Secrets
m!MC's (more) Yassified Potluck Outfit
m!MC's Yassified Carwash Swimsuit
m!MC's Yassified Carwash Swimsuit but using the f!MC's swimsuit
Getaway Girls
m!Jordan Parker/Paudwal in f!Jordan's Casual Outfit
Guarded
m!Ash Harper in f!Ash's Bodyguard Outfit
m!Ash Harper in f!Ash's Casual(?) Outfit
Immortal Desires
m!Cas in f!Cas's Casual Outfit and Style
m!Gabe in f!Gabe's Casual Outfit
m!MC's tactical camo outfit but it's now a cropped top like the f!MC version is
m!Cas and m!MC Outfit Swap, Choices Secret Pal February 2024 gift for @hydn-jpg
nb!MC Luca in crop top tactical outfit, gift for @aria-ashryver; plus The Outfit Transparent
Cas, Gabe, and nb!MC Luca at the beach, gift for @aria-ashryver
It Lives Anthology
ILITW: Jo x Lucas Wedding Headcanons, includes edits for their Wedding Outfits
ILB: Tom's Yassified Swimsuit
Open Heart
Genderswapped MC's Baseball Outfits
Roommates With Benefits
m!Drew Young in f!Drew's Casual Outfit
The Royal Romance Series
Drake holding baby CG but with gay/trans pride flags, request fulfilled for @3rdstreetfrank
Crossover/Multi-Series
Hero, COP, BOLAS: Eva x Hero f!MC, f!Trystan x COP f!MC, Nia x BOLAS f!human!MC; Choices Secret Pal December 2023 gift for @stars-are-within-me
Transparents/Assets
TDG and UB f!MC outfits edited for the f!professional body type, request fulfilled for an anon
KOD f!Vic Flint outfits edited for the f!professional body type, request fulfilled for an anon
DLS f!MC and HS f!Casey Jameson outfits edited for the f!professional body type, request fulfilled for an anon
APH f!Channing outfit edited for the f!professional body type, request fulfilled for an anon
Old Edits
AKA edits that are older versions of more recent and updated edits, or are subject to an updated edit. If the edit has an updated version, I will specify which version the old one is.
OG HSS: Aiden in f!MC's Premium Pool Party Outfit (Version 1)
OG HSS: Aiden's Yassified Swimsuit (Version 1)
OG HSS: Aiden's Yassified Swimsuit (Version 2)
OG HSS: Aiden's Yassified Swimsuit (Most Recent Version)
OG HSS: Aiden in f!MC's Premium Prom Dress (Version 1)
OG HSS: Aiden in a ROD MC Premium Outfit (Version 1)
OG HSS: Michael in a HSS MC Premium Outfit
OG HSS: Main Cast Swimsuit Swap
OG HSS: Aiden x Evie Prom Photo featuring Aiden in f!MC Premium Prom Dress
HSS:CA: Ajay in a HSS:CA f!MC Premium Outfit
TNA: f!Sam Dalton in m!Sam's Wedding Night Robe Outfit
TNA: m!Sam Dalton in f!Sam's Wedding Night Lingerie
#cadybear's masterlists#cadybear's edits#my edit#my edits#choices game#choices stories you play#choices#choices stories we play fandom#choices stories we play#high school story#choices hss#hss#aiden zhou#choices high school story#aiden x mc#mc x aiden#hss aiden#high school story aiden#evie ayana (og hss mc)#og hss f!mc#hss f!mc#og hss mc#hss mc#I'm not tagging the rest of these#choices edits#hss edits
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Guidelines
You can send any form of fanwork: fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, mood boards, edits, incorrect quotes, fanvideos, playlists, etc.
Fanworks from all Choices books/series (and Pixelberry) universe will be accepted.
Mention @choices-february2023 in your post (you can also tag my main account @lucy-268).
Specify the day and prompt(s) used.
Please add the tags #choicesfebruary2023 and #choices monthly challenge to your posts.
A fanwork can only be submitted to one day. If a creator uses prompts of different days for the same fanwork, please state which day the work is primarily for. If this isn’t included, the host will ask the creator. If a response is not received within 2 days, the host will randomly select one day out of the ones the creator used.
All fanworks must be new. Fanworks posted before February won’t be accepted.
You can participate as many times as you can/want during the February Challenge.
If your work has mature or N*FW content, please label it as such and use appropriate warnings.
Please add a cut to avoid long posts and exposing other fans to triggering/disturbing content.
If I don’t reblog your work within 24 hours after you posted, send me a message.
There will be a masterlist separated by books and updated weekly.
There will also be a masterlist for each week ending on Tuesday.
Late submissions to any day of the February challenge will be received until March 7th.
Prompts
If you have any questions, please let me know.
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