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Chapter 3: Honey Trap

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: A Farmer’s Market and Pouring out your heart over a beer leads to Bucky learning more about his favorite mysterious farmer

Content/warnings: mentions of previous heartbreak and descriptions, a surprising amount of crying/near-crying, soft mobster Bucky, Heartless Jake, Creepy Cole, mentions of blood/period (not graphic and should be normalized because this happens to me all the time and I know I’m not alone in that), excessive drinking and lowkey alcoholism, cowboy hat rule, mutual pining and reluctance towards that, y/n used like three times

Word Count: 5,295

A/N: I didn’t mean for this chapter to be this long, but also, I definitely meant for it to be this long. Sorry for making dear, wonderful, Jake Jensen out to be a bad guy, and NOT sorry for making Cole Turner a creep. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are SUPER appreciated. Thank you for reading, I love you *gives forehead kiss*

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Bucky knew lots of languages. Country was not one of them. You would think it would be, with how many arms purchasers were from the south, but he kept his dealings with those folk as short and formal as possible. It was better for his sanity and everyone else that way.

He’d been running into a lot of country folk today, helping you run this farmer’s market out of one of your barns. Half of his conversations with people were full of twangy words and phrases he didn’t understand, so he just lightly laughed, hoping that was the right response. The other half were children, asking him what the bump was on the side of his head, the result of the bee incident earlier this week. Before, it was slightly swollen and red, but it was nearly back to normal. Darn kids have keen eyes, though, and no shame. He’d just about had enough. These people were too polite, besides their annoying children. Lucky for him, though, he’d sold off the last of the turnip greens, and his cash box was full, so he made his way over to you at the stand holding the freshly jarred honey you’d successfully, and he’d not-so-successfully harvested earlier in the week. It was just in time to catch the tail end of a conversation he saw you were having with a slightly older woman.

“You’re like our very own honeybee”

“Oh please, Mrs. Jensen, you know the bees do all the work. I just put it in a jar”

“You’re too modest, dear. My Jakey says no one makes sweeter honey than you. I always tell him to come back and help if he loves it that much, but it seems he’s too late now. Looks like you’ve got yourself a new farm hand who’s easy on the eyes”

Bucky glanced up at her through his eyelashes with his signature smirk, raising to a stand from setting the empty turnip green crate at your feet. “Well you know what they say, honeybees don’t work alone. And their hard work makes the world go round.”

For some reason unbeknownst to him, Bucky slung his hand over your shoulder. Was it jealousy he was feeling? Possessiveness? Why, he didn’t own you and he promised himself he wouldn’t fall, physically or metaphorically (although it was far too late physically, and he didn’t want to think about how close he truly was metaphorically). Plus, it’s not like he was having the best time right now. This whole week was a nightmare, and the only reason he was in a decent mood was from seeing your smile as you interacted with the town’s folk today. You were a person of the people, in juxtaposition to how Bucky was often only looking out for himself. So why did the mention of Jakey make this feel necessary and why did it feel so right? Either way, he was proud of you and your hard work and the way it made people beam as bright as Mrs. Jensen. But he’d never say that. Where he’s from, hard work is expected and definitely not praised, although not nearly as manual. But seeing all the effort for that couple jars of honey made him question if the work he was even doing was that hard. Maybe he’d been away from the city too long and was losing perspective. Yeah. That had to be it.

“Well, either way, bless y’all’s heart for putting in the work. I’ll tell Jake you say hello.”

You and Bucky both waved goodbye.

“Well how about it Honeybee, Jakey appreciates all your hard work” he smirked, but watched the smile slide off your face.

“Try telling me that with our awful breakup years ago” you shrugged off with a small chuckle, but Bucky could see the light drain out of your eyes a little. He had obviously struck a nerve, but didn’t want to push farther, at least not now when there were still a few customers aimlessly shopping around for the last bits of produce left. Maybe he’d catch you once the two of you were alone.

You turned away from him to hide your grimace. Thinking back to that whole situation with Jake, on top of serving others all morning had completely drained you and it was quickly catching up.

“Um, why don’t you finish cleaning up the rest of the empty crates after you ask those last few people how you can help them with anything” you waved off Bucky back towards the other end of the barn, head down, starting to look through the cash box he had handed you. You waited until you could hear his receding footsteps on the hay floor to sniffle and take a deep breath. Bucky had keen ears, though, and hesitated hearing your sigh, before he continued on, giving you your chance to regroup. He had never seen you like this before, you were normally chipper and full of energy, often a little too much for his liking, but luckily it was Friday, and after he closed these deals, you both were home free.

Bucky quickly helped the last few stragglers take their rather large haul back to their car. An older man and woman who owned the bar in town had come to get some fresh vegetables for their salads, and Bucky convinced them to take the lot with his charm. That, and he wanted to make sure he didn’t have to carry them all the way back to storage. That was a long way, and you made him walk it. He rolled his eyes when you had told him about the task, too, handing him the handle to a little red wagon with a beaming smile on your face, insisting “that’s how Pappy did it before his first tractor” and “what did you think, I like wasting diesel for food that’s supposed to have a low carbon footprint? That’s why I’ve got you, Bucket.” So Bucky grumbled under his breath at first light, angry, yet amused that the nickname stuck, but still too tired to react any differently when he started the first of his dozen trips to move the produce from storage into the farmer’s market barn. And there was no way he was gonna do that again, so he convinced the couple to take the lot, even offering to carry it out to the car for them, because that was better than the quarter mile walk both ways through the tall grass of your fallow fields to return them.

“Thank you so much for your help, Jamie. You’ve taken such good care of us, you should come by the bar later if you can get some free time from Miss Y/L/N over there. She’s quite the hard worker, maybe bring her along. Drinks on us.” The older lady looked at Bucky with a soft smile.

Jamie, no one had called him that since his mom. Country folk and their want for instant closeness. He hardly knew this lady and already she was trying to be endearing, but her forced charm was nothing compared yours even when you weren’t trying. She looked over Bucky’s shoulder at you carrying a stack of heavy wooden crates out of the barn, hardly struggling, but very determined before sliding them back into the truck. Bucky’s eyes followed hers, a small grin of admiration creeping onto his face at your independence and mastery at everything you do, no matter how simple.

“Yeah, hardest worker out there. I’ll see if I can convince her to take a break.” He turned back and walked the lady to her door, opening it for her to get in.

“Drive safely. Hope to see you later Mr. and Mrs. Carter.” He shut the door and made his way back over to your truck. You had already gotten in and started it with the windows down. Bucky slid into the bench seat to be met by you with your forehead resting on the wheel in between your hands. You took a sharp inhale and shot up, putting on a fake smile, albeit less forced than earlier.

“Ready to go meet Curtis? We’ve just gotta touch base with him and then we’re good to be done for the day.”

“Um, yeah. Sounds good.”

Bucky wasn’t sure how to continue with you in that mood. Should be keep talking? Did you prefer the silence to think? The radio was low on the dash, but not silent, so he decided to speak up.

“Did you see who I was helping? They said they own the bar in town. Maybe we can go for a drink tonight? Celebrate a long week done?”

You sighed. Again. “Um, yeah. I actually think that sounds really good. We both need the decompression. TGIF, ya know?” You forced out a small laugh which Bucky returned and he turned forward as you continued the drive back toward your house.

When the two of you entered the farmhouse, your were greeted by Curtis, your weekend farmhand, sitting at the dining room table. He had already helped himself to a glass of sweet tea you kept in the fridge, mainly for him, which was made from your Aunt’s recipe he loved so much.

“Oh, good, you’re back from chores already.” Curtis had been kind enough to come in today to work on some tasks since you and Bucky had your hands full with the market. He usually only worked Saturday and Sunday since this was his second job, but he’d sometimes come in to help extra, like today.

“Bucket, this is Curty b—oh sorry, Curtis. He’s the one that makes sure things run smoothly when I’m not. He’s a whiz at fixing the machinery, perks of him also being the best mechanic in town.”

Bucky warily stepped forward, eyes narrowed, barely noticeable, and shook Curtis’s hand. Who is this guy who let himself into your house? “Bucky is fine, really.”

Curtis let out a chuckle, “nice to meet you, Bucket. It’s ok, I talked to Y/N about making cheese curds once, and she’s called me ‘Curty boi’ ever since.”

Bucky laughed and shook his head, looking over his shoulder. You just shrugged with a small smile on your face, already more relaxed and relieved to be inside your home with someone you didn’t feel like you had to put up a front for, that was reassuring. Bucky went into the kitchen to get you both a glass of water as you sat next to Curtis at the table, joined by Bucky sitting across after he handed you your glass. The three of you briefly talked about the chores Curtis had done that day, how the farmer’s market went, and what all needed done that weekend.

Curtis seemed nice, not threatening. The visceral tinge of jealousy left Bucky’s body as the conversation went on. If Curtis was going to make a move, he would’ve done it by now, surely. But the two of you were clearly just close friends. Why did Bucky keep feeling like this?

As you wrapped up, Curtis slapped his knees with both his hands and went to stand. “Well, I better get going, sun’s starting to get pretty low.”

Curtis and Bucky had been getting along pretty well, so you spoke up. “Well actually, Bucky and I were gonna go to the bar in town tonight. Care to join?”

“Yeah, I’d love to. There are just a few things I’ve gotta check on in the shop first, but I can drop by after. Does that work?”

“For sure. We’ll see you then” You and Bucky shared a small smile before you closed the door behind Curtis and turned back to the mob boss standing in your foyer.

“Ok, Cowboy. Good job today. Go take a shower, we’re going out.” Bucky beamed, which you returned, and he felt a warmth bloom in his chest at your praise.

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Honeybee” you smiled and rolled your eyes as he ran up the steps, following behind to get ready, yourself. He was really glad your mood was starting to turn around.

As Bucky went to his room to gather his clothing, his mind started to drift towards why he cared how you felt. He was just here for business, right? So why did it bother him if you were sad? If anything, he should want you vulnerable to help him come out on top of your business, but something deep inside of him felt more satisfaction when you were winning. He shook the thoughts from his head. Maybe a cold shower could help him sort this out.

Bucky came down the stairs and sat on the couch just as he heard your hair dryer start up. He had gotten ready quickly, throwing on one of his henleys, his nicer jeans, and a pair of boots Sam had sent him this week when he had heard about the whole ‘borrowing clothes situation.’

He shot Steve a text, telling him that the two of you were going out to the bar with Curtis, to which he replied Have fun, Bucket😉.

Ugh, why did he have to tell Steve about that, it was never gonna go away now. Bucky had gotten a call from Steve each evening giving updates on the business, with Bucky doing the same on his end, keeping it short, only noting the highlights and trying to keep his emotions in check and out of the updates. His best friend knew better, though, even if Bucky wasn’t fully aware of the extent of his feelings yet.

Bucky got up and walked around, looking through the photos and knick knacks in your living room, before stopping by the mirror behind your front door and checking his appearance. This look wasn’t what he was used to. He was extremely dressed down compared to the designer suit he’d likely be sporting in one of his clubs if he were back in the city. He hadn’t even bothered to gel his hair because it seemed you didn’t care when he did, plus, he wanted to save that valuable product for a real occasion, no use in wasting it to go slum with a bunch of hillbillies. He looked to the coatrack next to the mirror to see a hat that matched his boots perfectly and plopped it on his head, swaying side to side to see how it looked.

Just then, you started to make your way down the stairs but stopped in your tracks seeing Bucky in that hat. His head snapped up to look at you.

“What? Does this hat make me look dumb?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No, not at all” Bucky could see tears well up in your eyes, accompanied by sparkles of fondness and, sadness?

“That was my uncle’s hat. He taught me everything I know”

“Oh, I’m so sorry” Bucky went to take the hat off but you stopped him.

“No- it’s okay. It looks good on you. Go ahead and wear it out tonight.”

Bucky looked back at you with a somber nod as you continued back down the stairs, taking a deep breath to settle the emotions that had nearly breached the surface.

Even in this state, you looked gorgeous. Hair flouncing in the breeze that was created as you drifted down the steps, wearing makeup he hadn’t seen since the first time you two had met and a sundress that blew him away. You were gorgeous in all states because you were you. Bucky looked down, kicking his feet, to pull his magnetic glance from you. He’s really gotta switch up the power dynamic here, and if there was one place Bucky could feel at home after a week of embarrassing himself, it was a bar. He grabbed the keys and you followed with an eye roll, getting into the passenger seat of your own truck. He didn’t even know where he was going, but he looked at you with a sly grin. Like for the first time, he had the upper hand, and that would only come from being anywhere but on your farm.

Bucky was a good driver, despite his statements about some guy named ‘Gio’ and grumbles about Sam, who you had met once before. Besides that, the drive was filled with laughs reminiscing all the mishaps he went through that week, well, mostly you laughing, and Bucky doing his best to hold a smirk from showing too obviously, his eyes narrowed at you in contrast.

The two of you pulled into town as you pointed Bucky towards a decent-sized building which housed the bar, still nothing compared to what he was used to. The two of you hopped down from the truck and walked through the front door, which jingled, signaling your entrance.

Bucky was greeted by the smell of old wood and stale beer, the dim atmosphere lit with old neon beer signs and fluorescent lights which hung over the pool tables. You looked back at Bucky as you crossed the threshold where he held the door for you.

“Hey, all I’m saying is, I bet you wouldn’t last a week in my world the way I did in yours.”

You rolled your eyes as you sauntered up to the bar, taking a seat at the corner, Bucky next to you, and a few more empty seats to the other side of him that would hopefully stay that way until Curtis came. As the two of you had walked up to the bar, you had seen a bunch of girls groups whose heads turned, seeing the stranger that was Bucky make his way across the floor. Why couldn’t he be ugly? And why did you let him wear that hat? Bucky didn’t even notice. His eyes were only on you, besides his trained peripheral vision catching the eyes of men whose heads turned towards, doing the same.

“Oh please, Bucket, you hardly made it through this week. I’ve never seen anyone cut their finger on wheat before. How did you even do that? You were literally up on the tractor… wheat should not have been anywhere near your hands, yet you came to me with several paper cut-looking marks. And what do you even do all day? Your hands have calluses but a totally different kind. You can hardly toss a hay bale a story high into the barn loft. I’m sure it wouldn’t be that hard for me to just sit at a desk, bark orders, and sign paperwork all day.”

Bucky’s mouth gaped open as he feigned offense and put his hand on his chest.

You flashed a fleeting smile at him in satisfaction as you waved down the

bartender ordering two shots of whiskey and two beers.

“Now just because that’s all you’ve seen me do for work, doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.”

“Oh really? Please, Bucket, then be my guest…indulge me.”

“Well, if I told you, I’d have to kill you, so take that as one of the common requisites.”

He smirked at you, obviously more comfortable in this bar environment before your phone dinged and it was a message from Curtis.

Hey Y/N. So sorry, something came up at the shop. Rain check?

Yeah, no problem. Hope all is good, see you tomorrow?

Yep! Ty

“Well, looks like Curty boi isn’t joining us, so it’s just you and me, Bucko”

At that moment, the bartender set down the drinks in front of you and you and Bucky took a shot together, ordering an appetizer sampler platter to go with your drinks.

As the two of you nursed your beers, you joked more about Bucky’s farm mishaps and talked about all the men you had turned down from Bucky’s organization to get him out here.

“I’ve gotta be honest, I don’t know how you turned down both Sam and Steve. I’m hardly immune to their charms some days”

You laughed and threw your head back. “It’s not easy. They’ve both got these puppy dog eyes they make when I say ‘no’ to them, but they seemed pretty satisfied with the fact I wanted to see you in person.”

“And why exactly was that? You never quite said”

“Well, at first, it started as a way to delay the deal, but then I realized, if I’m going to be making some major changes to somewhere I consider a sanctuary, I wanna make sure it’s with the right partner” you nudged him with your elbow playfully and Bucky gave you a small grin. “But honestly, if I’m going to do something these days, I wanna do it at the source. I hate hearing important news from third parties, I mean, you’ve seen how I do business. It’s all me at the end of the day. Sure, Curtis helps out, but otherwise, it’s better to deal with things on my own and a few trusted people” you finished that statement breathless from your heated ramble. This didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky at all. Where did that come from? At first, to him, you were just another bug to be squashed in order to get more control over his industry, but did he care now? Did he truly care about what was upsetting you? What caused that hurt you were obviously tampering down? Does this have to do with Jakey?

Bucky hadn’t realized he said that last part out loud until you responded.

“No! Well, maybe? Like, sort of?”

“Can I ask? Can I ask what happened there? Only if you want to share”

“Um… yeah, sure, I guess. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough this week so I think you’ve earned this a little bit.”

You took a deep breath and began. “Jake and I grew up together. We met in kindergarten in school and were instantly close. We were the only two gifted kids in class, so the teacher sent us to the side for extra lessons while the rest of the class learned with her. From that point on, we were inseparable. Two smart little twerps who took on the world together, but our lives were so different. In middle school, I started to take on more responsibility on the farm and he started getting into computers, but we’d still see each other. In high school we started officially dating, and I was so happy to be with someone who I felt like intellectually got me. I think it was the same way for him, too. He’d crack such nerdy jokes, and no one got them but me”

You smiled nostalgically at the memory. “When our senior year came along and my uncle wasn’t doing that well, I applied to more local schools, but he didn’t. We had always talked about going off to college and living together, but he wanted that life to be far away from here, and I had obligations. I got into the local college on a full ride for agriculture and civil engineering, and he decided he’d rather go to MIT for computer science. I asked if he’d be willing to stay since he got into college around here, too, but he said he wanted to be around people who were ‘more like-minded to him.’ As if we hadn’t been the only ones who had understood each other for over a decade.”

Bucky gave you a sullen look as your head fell and you looked down at your hands. He signaled to the bartender for a water and two more rounds of shots.

“I just, I just didn’t understand how he could act like that after so long. So I asked him when he was leaving so I could see him off. We were still friends, after all, but he left without a word. When I saw him again over Christmas break that winter, I felt like he had turned into some overweening, highfalutin, jerkwad. I didn’t really know him anymore, and I had enough to focus on already, so I just kinda stopped talking to him. As you could see today, his mom still comes around, but it’s not really the same. I don’t think she ever really truly saw the way he changed, she’s too caught up in having a son who lives in Silicon Valley now, but apparently he still asks for stuff from the farmers markets.” You shrugged and thanked the bartender for the shots, pounding all four before you excused yourself to the restroom, leaving Bucky to sit there shocked.

He had known where you went to college and how smart you are, but things like what happened with Jake don’t show up on paper. However he clocked you before, you were even stronger than that, because despite how you were hurt, you still wore your heart in your sleeve and showed compassion to everyone around.

You washed your face and looked in the mirror. Sure, that experience with Jake sucked, but it’s been years and you were over it now. Didn’t mean it was fun to relive it all. You decided to go into one of the stalls, the alcohol already kicking in and making you have to pee. You sat down and that’s when you saw it: blood. So that’s the reason for the waterworks all day today. That’s why you felt so tired and couldn’t help tearing up at the slightest things. Luckily the girl in the stall next to you had some products. You cleaned up and washed your hands, forcing a smile in the mirror until it became real, honestly relieved at having a reason for your out-of-character behavior. You headed back out to Bucky in a much more chipper mood and he looked up at you with a quirked brow. He figured you’d taken the time you needed. He was appreciative of you being so open with him, and wasn’t going to question the switch-up since he was just so happy to see you being yourself again after a long day.

“Up for a game of pool, cowboy?”

“Oh, you’re signing up to lose, Honeybee”

“Ok, ok, best four out of seven” Bucky whined as you giggled, whiskey shots catching up to you as you held another beer bottle in your hand. Bucky was hardly affected, he essentially rocked this much alcohol in his system by noon on a daily basis. Just then, his phone rang, and he motioned to show you it was Steve. You gave him a thumbs up and started to rack the balls to set up for the next game.

You watched Bucky walk out the door as you felt a presence looming behind you. You turned around and stood up, eyes tracing up a body dressed in brown hues until you reached a set of blue eyes shaded by a cowboy hat brim.

“Oh, howdy, can I help you?”

“I sure hope so. Can I get you a drink? Two whiskey sours” the stranger yelled over to the bar.

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“My name’s Cole, Cole Turner. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

He was handsome, there was no denying that, but something seemed off. You plastered your best fake smile on your face. You didn’t need a confrontation tonight, not in your favorite dress. You didn’t want to taint the memory of it because of some rando. Wait. Was he a rando? Where have you heard the name ‘Turner’ before? Before you could continue your train of thought, a waiter came over with your drinks. They were very sweet compared to what you’d had all night, just like his demeanor, which seemed like a thin veil over the surface. You tried to channel your drink’s energy into your words to sweetly reply until you could properly remember who he was through your alcohol-fogged mind.

“Oh, I’m not here alone. I’m here with a friend”

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I don’t see anyone around. You up for a game?”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he grabbed a pool cue and made a move to break. After that, he was keeping a little too close to you constantly. You did your best to stay kind, but must’ve been sending the wrong signals as he asked you “You wanna get out of here? I’ve got a hotel room down the road.”

In an attempt to change the subject you asked “Oh, so you’re not from around here? What are you doing in town?” Looking towards the door hoping Bucky would be done with his update any minute now.

“Ah, I used to live around here. My family owns a string of dairy farms. I’m here to try and convince these small-town farmers to give up the land.”

Your eyes went wide. Luckily you were facing away from him. He was that Cole Turner. The one whose family ran a packaged beverage empire and prided themselves on squashing the little guy. You were lucky he didn’t seem to recognize you yet, as the last remaining competitor in town. The one he had probably come in to squash. Just then, lost in thought, you felt a hand snake around your waist and you flinched.

“Relax, Honeybee, it’s just me” Bucky whispered in your ear. Your shoulders visibly relaxed as you turned around and threw your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. You pulled away, but not enough for Bucky’s hand to leave your waist, and looked between the two men, grabbing Bucky’s hat and placing it on your head immediately.

“Uh, James, this is Cole. He’s visiting town.”

Bucky reached out his hand Cole shook it. Cole took a large step back after, respecting the hat on your head, and, was he intimidated by Bucky’s stature? Sensing your discomfort, Bucky spoke up. “Nice to meet you. Shame we’re heading out now.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hand, not looking back, and headed straight to the door as quickly as your numb, wobbly legs would take you. Once you were met by the cool, crisp night air, you sighed in relief and rested your forehead on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me get out of there”

He shuddered at your proximity and the comfort you felt in this type of contact. It felt natural and he never wanted it to stop. With a soft smile and a glance at the top of the hat, he said, “No problem, Honeybee. Let’s get home.”

He helped you get up into the cab of the truck, sliding you across the bench seat before he got in and started it up.

“So what was the deal with the hat? And that guy?”

You yawned and stretched, settling in against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Uh, when a girl takes a guy’s hat and puts it on her head, it means she’s going home with him. And don’t worry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just wanted that guy to get off my back. We can talk more about that later.”

You wiggled to get more comfortable, your hand still in Bucky’s as he used the other to steer the truck down the old country roads. Your eyes fluttered shut as you fell asleep on him. His eyes flickered between you and the road in the headlights ahead. He luckily had a good sense of direction and was able to remember how to get home from your instructions earlier.

When he pulled into your gravel driveway, your were sound asleep, softly snoring, drool having dripped onto his Henley, but he didn’t mind at all. He lifted you out of the truck and carried you up the steps, taking off your boots before tucking you into bed for the night.

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Bonus A/N: so where I’m from, “Turner’s” really is a beverage empire and they make really good products. I just figured I can’t make a farm AU without putting Cole in it, no matter how inaccurate to character.

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I know it's only August, but I would just like to introduce this, as well as get the masterlist set up so I can continue writing!!

Day 1 (Oct.2): Hybristophilia with Serial Killer! Dr. Spencer Reid

Day 2 (Oct.4): Over Clothes with Cole Turner

Day 3 (Oct.7): Monster with Venom! Dean Winchester

Day 4 (Oct.9): Cuckold with Benjamin Grace feat. Steve Rodgers and Bucky Barnes

Day 5 (Oct.11): Electrostimulation with Castiel

Day 6 (Oct.13): Interrogation with Dr. Spencer Reid and Sheriff Beau Arlen

Day 7 (Oct. 14): Costume/Uniform with TBA

Day 8 (Oct.16): Degradation with Homelander

Day 9 (Oct. 18): Aphrodisiac with the Super Soldier Trio

Day 10 (Oct. 21): Torture with Lloyd Hansen

Day 11 (Oct. 23): HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIDS! with Dealer's Choice

Day 12 (Oct. 25): Auditory/Phone with the Winchester Brothers

Day 13 (Oct. 28): Breeding with Sheriff Beau Arlen

Day 14 (Oct. 30): Watersports with TBA

Day 15 (Oct. 31): Happy Halloween with Dealer's Choice

As always, Kinktober is an 18+ event, so minors do not interact.

Also if you want to borrow some of the prompts listed above make sure to tag me so I can enjoy your trash also.

Lots of love, Tids.

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August Walker - Candy - Ongoing

August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly. To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires. However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

Drabbles

Calahan Skogman (Baseball AU) - Sliding Into Home

Sebastian Stan AU - Hope In Love

Bucky Barnes - Torn Pages

Cole Turner (Chris Evans) - Codename: Turtledove

Ransom Drysdale - Speak Now

Steve Rogers - Happy Birthday Captain

Jake Jensen - Dessert

Ari Levinson/Steve Rogers MFM - Pure Smut

Lloyd Hansen/August Walker MFM - Pure Smut

Sherlock (Henry Cavill) - Sherlock And His Cane

Ewan McGregor - Better Than Revenge

Author's Note: I only write for readers over 18. I write a lot of smut. Please do not engage or read if you are under 18. I *do* take requests... I also have a lot more stories on Wattpad (including a lot of Chris Evans) if you would like to check them out there.

Also, all my female characters are always original. No, I do not write y/n or reader stories. I prefer to create actual characters. Just my preference

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A Little at a Time, Part 2

Summary:  Cole goes to far, and someone catches him…

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, fingering, groping, non con, manipulation, coercion, gaslighting, cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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Your Memaw looks out the window of the kitchen, the steady flow of cars already showing up for the music picking night, and one that usually didn’t come was strutting up the front porch.  Her eyes flick towards the stairs in the house, knowing that you were not even staying tonight.  You, Poppy, and Anna Kate had decided to do an impromptu girls night out for your bachelorette party, and now here your fiancé was interacting with your Papaw who stops singing to say something to Cole.  

Pulling out the cornbread, she wipes her hands on her apron, meeting Cole at the door, “What are you doing, Cole?  You know that beautiful fiancé of yours isn’t staying.”

“I know.  I thought I could see her for a bit before she went out.  You mind?” He looks at the stairs, but stops, taking a big whiff of the spread of food that she had laid out.  “I do say, Miss Ruby, I think your cooking truly is the best there is.  Nothing smells quite like your food.”

“Quit buttering me up.  I’m not a biscuit.  You can go see her, but don’t make her late.  She rarely gets to see Poppy.  You met her yet?”

“No, I’m always working when she’s down.  I’ll see you later, Miss Ruby,” he jogs over to the stairs, taking two at a time, until he gets to your room.  Forgoing knocking as he enters in on you, and you squeal.  Your arms wrap around your front where you try to hold your unzipped dress up.  “It’s only me, Peach Blossom.  What’s got you so jumpy?”

“Maybe the crowd of people on the porch?  And then someone barges in on me while I’m trying to get dressed,” his eyes look you up and down, and bashfully you look away, trying to pull your dress fully up.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answers, but he looks at you like you were his prey.  “Here, let me help,” he spins you around, getting a glimpse of your lingerie, before he drags the zipper up your back.  Grazing his knuckles up your spine, and starts kissing over your shoulders, “I like the panties.”

“You weren’t supposed to see those.”

“Who was?” You look back at him as he creates a trail of open mouth kisses across your back.  “Were you wanting anyone else to see them?”

“That’s not how I meant it,” his hands slide down your stomach, to your front, but you push them to your thighs.  “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“This dress is pretty.  Easy access.”

“Cole,” you turn your body around to fully look at him, “Are you mad at my outfit of choice?”

“Of course not.  It’s just odd that you would wear this out, without letting me…you know no matter how I phrase this is gonna make me sound like the bad guy, so I’m stopping.  You look beautiful,” a slow jazzy tune wafts through your open window, and he pulls you in close.  His left hand rests just above your ass, and the other holds yours.  “Just dance with me.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I am happy you get to spend time with the girls.  I can get a bit jealous that people will be looking at what’s mine, right?”

“Right,” you whisper, growing tired of this conversation already.  His hand presses firmer and lower, pushing you closer to him.

“And when I start running for sheriff, you won’t be able to go to Woody’s.”

“I know.  And you know, this isn’t my normal,” he presses you right up on him, your body flush against his, and he leans down to softly kiss your lips.  The kiss turns needier, while he backs up to your bed.  Scooting the two of you back.  

Cole lets your body take over, much like he always does, and you straddle him.  Your body grinds over him, needing any type of friction, while he slowly rucks your dress up.  Pulling off you, to watch you desperately search for some relief, “You want me to help you?” He coos at you.  You take a second to look at the clock, and there was enough time.  He was your fiancé.  Nodding your head, he pulls your dress up over your ass.

His hands knead on your tits, waiting on the whimpering of his name.  He always waited on your almost pained voice.  He wanted you weak, and unable to stop even if you wanted to.  “Lean back,” his voice was raspy, hungry for more than just his fingers in your snatch.  You lean back on the bed, and he bites at his lip at just how wet you were.  So much more responsive than his usual women.

Pulling aside your panties, his fingers roam through your folds, gathering your slick, before entering two fingers.  That’s all that was allowed.  But he knew you needed more.  Your body starts fucking his fingers, while he watches your greedy cunt.  It needed more than these measly fingers.  You were making the most beautiful sounds.  Pulling the top of your dress down, and exposing yourself.  His hard cock was right there, and your cunt was begging for mercy.  Your body rocking over him, and more comfortable than you had ever been.

He pulls his cock out of his pants, and it looks so pretty next to your slicked folds.  It was enough for him to stop fucking other women.  He had been doing you a favor.  He took out his frustrations on other women, so he got to worship you, but this was almost too much, “You getting close?” He asks, slowly stroking his cock.  Pearls of precum drip down the aching member, he was so close to you.

“Uh huh,” fuck your voice was begging him almost as much as your cunt.  You were in a world of your own.  A blissful state of pleasure.  Cole scoots even closer to your tight channel.  Pulling his fingers out slowly, staring at your little hole, and your body was searching for that penetration.  He leads you to him, before he pushes his tip in.  “Cole!” You his out at the stretch, and you were too stunned to move.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

“No.  No, stop!” He makes it only an inch before you were scrambling off of him.  “You know!  I told you, and…”

“Sweetheart, your body wanted me to do that,” you shake your head no, pulling down the skirt of your dress, and covering your tits back up.  “You can’t tell me that your body didn’t want that.”

“My body was aroused.  It doesn’t think.  I do!  I said no.  You respect that I don’t want to have sex before marriage.  You know and…”

“Everyone thinks we’re fucking anyways,” god, the audacity of him.  You struggle to reach your clutch, and start to walk out.  Refusing to let any tears fall, because you felt betrayed.  You allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, because you thought your fiancé of all people would respect that.  “Peach Blossom, wait.”

He grabs at your arm, and you freeze on contact.  “It’s not that big of a deal.  It’s just sex.”

“What’s just sex to you, is more than that to me.  And even if it wasn’t, I said no sex before marriage.  You were trying…you took…”

“No, stop.  You know I love you, and what you’re trying to say is not what happened.  You know it.  I got carried away, and I’m sorry.  You just looked so pretty, and you were enjoying yourself, and I wasn’t thinking.  All the blood had run to my dick because I just love you so much,” you couldn’t even look at him at the moment.  You needed to get out.  Needed to breathe, and he was making it impossible.  You were going to be late.  

“You forgive me, though, right, darling?” He gives you a soft kiss to your temple, and you just nod your head.  “Where are you staying tonight?”

“Anna Kate’s,” his jaw pulses and Adam’s apple starts bobbing.  “Can I go?”

“I love you.”

“Love you,” you let him give you a quick peck to your lips, before you were racing down the stairs, and out the door.

Cole stands transfixed towards your wall, before he punches it quickly.  Taking a deep breath, he calmly walks down the stairs, but doesn’t say anything to anyone, not even your grandparents.  

Memaw peeks out the door.  Finishing laying out the food, she takes her apron off, and walks out to her husband, “Tip, did she give you a kiss before she left?” Your Papaw takes a long drag of his Swisher Sweets, shaking his head no, but glaring at Cole.  

He stands up, and heads towards your room.  He was a man of very few words, but you seemed upset.  You never left without saying goodbye, and you didn’t even look at them.  Didn’t stop before getting in your car.  He didn’t know what he was looking for.  He just knew you were acting off.  

“Tip, what are you doing?” Your Memaw was a smart woman, and you would have never left your bed looking like someone had sat on it.  It wasn’t a complete mess, but your throw was on the floor, and your comforter was wrinkled up.  

“Son of a bitch.”

“Tip!”

His hand rubs over the indented wall, and he looks at his wife shaking his head, “That man is not welcome here anymore.  And if he ever comes back, he will not be alone up here, do you understand?”

“What’s…he wouldn’t,” you had left too fast and she didn’t get a good look at you.  She was sick to her stomach, trying to make sense out of everything.  “Should I call her?”

“Just do the texting, let her know we love her.  I’ll kill ‘em, Ruby.  If he…I’ll kill ‘em.  I don’t care who he is.  She’ll be with Poppy and Anna Kate, we know that they don’t take shit off of anybody.  Cole would never pull anything out in public.  That’s what he’s doing, pulling this shit when no one is around, and breaks out the charm in public.  He wants to become sheriff, so he wouldn’t dare try something while she’s out.  But he will not be back in my house.”

Poppy throws herself into the booth, panting as she takes a drink of her cocktail, “Why aren’t you dancing?  This is your night.  You’re last time out as a single and free woman, before you become the future sheriff’s housewife,” you give her a weak smile, and look out at Anna Kate who had already found someone to start dancing with.  “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.  “I’m about ready to go.  I’d rather be in pajamas watching movies or something.”

“That’s how you want to spend your last single weekend?” Still watching Anna Kate, you nod your head.  “Alright, let me go smoke.  And we’ll head out.  This is about you, not me and her, okay?” With a nod of your head, she leaves, and you go back to your thoughts.  Wanting nothing more than a shower, and sleep.  

Poppy walks to the side of the club, lighting up her cigarette.  Taking a quick puff when she hears a girl moaning.  Rolling her eyes when it was coming from a car that was rocking.  She turns to the side, trying to ignore it, but the girl was so loud.  Feeding some  man’s ego with her fake pornographic mewls.  He couldn’t be that good.  

“Yeah!  You like that sheriff,” oh god.  The married sheriff getting his dick wet out by the pitiful local club.  “I could give it to you whenever you wanted.  Don’t want to worry about your virginal fiancé.”

“Shut up!”

Poppy looks back towards the door, and back to the car.  The sheriff was old, and definitely married.  But Anna Kate had made the comment about your fiancé wanting to run for sheriff earlier, and that’s how Poppy now referred to him.  It was too coincidental that this man was a possible cop, engaged to a virgin.  “Cole!  Cole I’m…I’m…”

“Mother fucker,” Poppy grunts, throwing her cigarette to the ground.  Stepping on it, she twists the ball of her foot on it, and waits for the little whore to get out of the car.

“So you gonna call me when you need to get laid?” She smirks, leaning over into the window.

“I guess we’ll see,” he grunts, zipping up his pants.  He looks over at her with distaste, “You can go now,” she stomps off, while Poppy is the next leaning in.  “I don’t pick up prostitutes.”

“Not a prostitute, officer Turner.  My name is Poppy,” he finally turns looking at the girl, and she gives him an arrogant smirk, “Poppy Sullivan.  I believe that you’re engaged to my cousin.  Now, does she know that you let girls ride you out in the Woody’s parking lot?  Not too discreetly either.  She was shouting your name, and calling you sheriff.  Had I not heard your name, I would have thought that Barry was cheating on his wife again.  But no, you’re cheating on my cousin.  The one who is fucking saving herself for a piece of shit like you.”

She spins on her heels, starting to walk right to you, with Cole right behind you, “Where are you going?”

“To tell your fiancé she’s making a huge mistake.”

“No.  No no no, please don’t,” she stops abruptly, and looks him up and down.  “Not tonight.  She won’t…what do you want?”

“For my cousin not to make a mistake.  Why not tonight?  She’s been off.  What the fuck did you do?” Poppy gives Cole an up and down look, god she hated him already.  Would never be able to look at you next to him, because he sure as hell did not deserve you.  She could see the appeal of him, but she couldn’t allow you to marry a cheating bastard.  “What the fuck did you do?”

“I see why she doesn’t talk about you.  You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“No, I suck dick with this mouth.  How many fucking pussies you got on your line up.  You fucking more than that whore, who knows your fucking engaged?  What a twat, but you are the one in the damn relationship.  And why not tonight?  What did you do?”

“We got in an argument, and…I shouldn’t have done it.  It was wrong, but I don’t cheat on her.  I just…I was weak, and…”

“You tell her or I will.  You were weak.  Uh huh, that bull shit ain’t gonna work on me.  It might work on someone like her, but not me,” you and Anna Kate step out of the club, and you immediately hear his voice.  A voice that typically made you smile, and now you wanted to walk in the other direction, but then Poppy’s voice was arguing with him.

“I would think that Poppy was getting a ticket, but Cole isn’t in his uniform.  You gonna see what that’s about?” Reluctantly you head towards them, and Cole stops talking the second he sees you.  

Saying your name, he walks over to you.  Peppering kisses on you, holding your hips, but your hands stay by your side.  You don’t reciprocate any of his touches.  “Can I pick you up in the morning?” Your head shakes no, but you whisper out yes, and Poppy grits her teeth.  Something was wrong.  “We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk about what happened,” your voice was so soft, and you felt like everyone was staring at you.  Your eyes well up with tears, and you recoil away from him.  “I gotta go,” but he doesn’t let you go, “Cole, please.”

“Say you’ll let me pick you up.”

“Where are we going?”

“My house,” you shake your head no, “Peaches.”

“She said no, mother…”

“Poppy, stop.  Cole, just let me leave.  I’ll call you in the morning,” pushing his hands off you, he finally lets go, but grabs at your ring finger, rubbing his thumb over the diamond.

“I love you.”

“I’ll call in the morning.  Love you,” just like before you leave abruptly.  Not saying anything to Anna Kate or Poppy, but Anna Kate follows you.  Her sister, on the other hand, stares at Cole with the utmost hate.

“I don’t know what the fuck you did.  I do know you don’t deserve her, you piece of shit.  You have until noon tomorrow to tell her, because when I do, I’ll make sure she knows every fucking detail.”

“You really think that’s going to make her feel better?” He asks, tilting his head at Poppy.  “You think you really know better than I do for what she needs?”

“I know that while she’s remained faithful and true to you, you’re fucking skirts in your goddamn car.  Outside the club you knew she had to be at, you mother fucker.  You’re a sick fuck.  She will know, Cole.  It’s your choice how she finds out.  And if I find out you did something to her…”

“What?  I didn’t do Jack shit to her.  She is my fiancé,” Poppy scoffs as she walks towards the car.  There was nothing attractive about Cole.  Not a damn thing.  She hoped you didn’t forgive him.  Hope that you wouldn’t let his manipulation not get to you.  While she didn’t know what he did, she knew he was manipulating you.  Was trying to do it to her, but she saw him for what he was, a disgusting, loathsome, pig of a man.  If you chose to stay with him, she couldn’t support the marriage.  You deserved so much more than this idiot was offering you.

You deserved a man that would worship the ground that you walked on.  Would worship your body, and hold it and your choices sacred.  Would honor you and your marriage.  She saw what cheating in a marriage did to someone.  How it could destroy someone.  The only difference was it was the woman that was cheating, and on a good man.  It infuriated her that there were people willing to give their all for a relationship, while the partner did everything to destroy it, and their significant other’s trust.  

Poppy could find ten men that were worth more than Cole in this one horse town, but none would deserve you.  But what Cole was doing was unforgivable in her eyes.  You would have a lifetime of disappointment and misery with him.  And she hoped your pride and a small town wouldn’t make you like most women.  Just suck it up and don’t ‘air your dirty laundry’.  Cole was worse than dirty laundry.  That laundry couldn’t be cleaned.  It just needed to burn.  And if it was up to her, she would see Cole’s relationship with you go up in flames.  Would love to get you out of here, and free from this town.  There was more out there, and better people.  All she could do was hope.  And hope that you would open up, and that would be step one.  Until then, she would still do what she had to do.  And hoped that you saw him for what he really was.

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19. Is there any scene that you feel is really planned out/going to be really planned out? (wytyaa)

oh boy is there!! i have a very detailed plan for everyone eventually getting a one-on-one to talk with jay, and i’m especially excited abt my plan for lloyd and jay’s interactions. (i’ll say it’s harumi related >:))

11. Is there any scene you can't wait for people to react to when reading? Why? (au w/o a name)

ok so idk if i’ll ever finish this one? i’ve only outlined the story and haven’t written much and i don’t have a name for it, but i’ll share it anyway. but it’s basically an AU where the ninja were kidnapped as kids by this sort of “institution” or smthg, and this institution has a vendetta for elemental masters, they see them as a disease, so their goal is to take elementals while they’re still kids to try and keep them from becoming powerful and “taking over.” so the kids grow up in this prison like place and brainwashed and tortured to forget their past lives and to believe that their powers are a curse. and i plan on including the other EMs too like karlof, turner, etc.

i do have one scene written out where jay and cole meet and i’m actually very proud of it! but sadly idk if it will ever see the light of day. i’m not sure if this has been done before? but the concept literally came to me in a dream asdfghjkl

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below are listed the fandoms that i am interested in writing and under the cut are ships within these fandoms. please note i am not limited to these ships and i’m happy to switch things around and even add in ocs if you don’t like to write canon characters. i am also happy to do two ocs within the fandom universe, or even do some crossovers if the two fandoms work.

mcu

dceu

the witcher (netflix series)

god of war (2018 & ragnarök)

twilight

pirates of the caribbean

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van helsing (netflix series)

underworld

snowpiercer (netflix series)

charmed

stranger things

disney

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thor & jane foster (mcu)

peter parker & mj watson (mcu - aged up)

clark kent & lois lane (dceu)

arthur curry & diana prince (dceu)

kratos & freya (god of war)

leo wyatt & piper halliwell (charmed)

phoebe halliwell & cole turner (charmed)

joyce byers & jim hopper (stranger things)

buffy summers & spike (buffy the vampire slayer)

willow rosenberg & oc (buffy the vampire slayer)

geralt of rivera & yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher)

emmett cullen & rosalie hale (twilight)

vampire oc & werewolf oc (twilight)

will turner & elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean)

elena de la vega & alejandro de la vega (mask of zorro)

evelyn o’connell & rick o’connell (the mummy)

selene & michael (underworld)

selene & david (underworld)

andre layton & melanie cavill (snowpiercer)

vanessa helsing & axel miller (van helsing)

jack & ivory (van helsing)

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dirty filthy truckers [smut, dark] trucker au, multiple characters

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a cozy steve rogers autumn [smut, fluff] fall-themed steve rogers fics

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[charmed-redemption]

Mun Answers:

How long ago did you create your oc? how did the idea come to you?

Each bio took at least three weeks but Rico is constantly evolving. Charmed Bio took about 6 months for Mr to actually be comfortable with it as it was. I watched the show and got annoyed by the glaring loopholes

How would you describe your oc's core aesthetic?

-diva

If your oc had a theme song, what would it be?

- Take me for who I am Lloyd

What inspires you when writing your oc?

- my mental health and doing what I can to support others

Do your oc have a face claim? if so, why did you choose them? if they don't have a face claim, why not?

The presence of black characters was nonexistent for me so I made one and after that, I ran into people that were happy that there were black muses that were not just for sex.

Does your oc have any particular ties to certain fandoms? how do they fit into the dynamics of these fandoms and their existing characters?

First bio was charmed after that I changed the finer points to put him into supernatural-themed fandoms.

What are some of your favorite ships with your oc?

no comment but Rico is multi-ship and single-ship for each fandom that he is in. So each fandom I have an OTP but that is based on people that I interact with. He has a weakness for Adam

What do you think makes your oc unique?

the amount of time that it takes him to reach full power with regard to his maturity level.

What qualities do you and your oc have in common?

Our insecurities

What makes you and your oc different?

He is more bold than I could ever be and I love him more than I love myself.

Does your oc have any quirks or habits?

He smiles, smirks, and his eyes glow as tells

In your opinion, what's the hardest thing to do when creating an oc?

Walking the balance between too good and n too evil and being overpowered while doing justice to explaining the power as it deals with the oc versus cannon

In your opinion, what's the easiest thing to do when creating an oc?

Finding the inspiration to do it

Are there any canon characters that inspired your oc?

Top Three: Pheobe halliwell, Cole Turner, Dark pheonix

Are there any canon characters you wish would interact with your oc?

Charmed

What's your opinion on ocs in general?

nothing but love as they add top the phandom. INteracting with a supernatural oc or Legacies then i go back and watch the show with more passion

Do you have any hot takes about ocs?

not really

What colors do you associate with your oc?

tiffany blue

What do you think your oc smells like?

small and devilish

Are there any important npcs in your oc's life? what are they like?

Akasha, Lestat, Enkiel, Celeste, Marius, Thoth, Maharet (his greatest enemy)

How would other characters describe your oc?

- Asshole, Kind, Blunt,

[ellethespaceunicorn]

So, this is tough. Because I don't want to generalize. But I will say what works for me.

Smut (sex sells, my fluff pieces have nothing on my other works)

Certain characters get more interaction like Walter Marshall would get more interaction than Napoleon Solo, at times

I try and post either between 10am and 2pm, or between 5pm and 9pm. I don't know if it works, but those are two high-traffic times to be on tumblr.

I reblog my work with my masterlist account or reblog as comments come in

I definitely try to answer every single reblog to thank them for reading/commenting/reblogging, but if it's just a reblog with no comment, I just let it go.

I try to answer them that day. To be honest, I have seen people stagger their replies for the next day though so they get to essentially "bring up their work" again.

My one-shots get the most attention. My long series don't get much play, and my mini-series are pretty popular as well. I'd say one-shots are more popular then.

I know smut is huge for my stories, but I literally have a story called Treat Me Like A Slut and it's Reader x August. August Walker is very popular and yet, this story is not. And it is a one-shot. So like, hmmm. Maybe it's just not great though haha. Idk.

I think certain kinks probably do better. I know multiple characters x reader tend to do very well.

This website is a popularity contest. Some characters/fandoms are more popular than others. I honestly don't see the Chris Evans fandom here as much as I did before. And the only characters I see of his are Lloyd Hansen, Cole Turner, and Steve Rogers. As far as Henry Cavill fandom, we're going through some things right now. Can't tell you how many people are on hiatus. It sucks but mental health is more important than a celebrity.

I'm hoping this helped a bit. Please, also remember that this is only my opinion and is based on my own experience. I could easily be wrong.

Fic writers,

What is your recipe for best reader interaction on Tumblr? Is there a type of story you write that gets more notes than others? If so what is that story type? Do you post at certain times? Do you reblog your own work often? In a certain pattern? Or at random intervals? Do you try to answer every reblog? Or just the comments? How quickly do you try to answer them? Is your best most well received stories one shots? Or series? Is it straight up PIV smut that gets you the most interactions or is it something else? Certain kinks do better than others? Specific fandoms or characters get more attention than others?

Am trying to figure out this site, and as of yet I have not been able to, I'm hoping more input will help.

Some are going to say "just write what you love, write from your heart," but that hasn't worked out for me so I'm looking for others' experiences.

Thank you for your time and experiences.

[battlehymnns]

the goo splatters them as he flinches back. brushing a piece of it off his cheek and flinging it to the ground he turns to the witch beside him with a grin. ‘good job .. close call, but good job.’ the demon has disintegrated by now and they are left alone in the alleyway. / @lowkeymulti​

[tawneybel]

Imagine after Big Justin deadpans he’s going to butt/fuck everyone in the room, Reece tells the bouncer it’s too late—you already did that to him, Tiger, and Pat before the show.

[wearekeepers]

Finn: Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad?

Philby: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Maybeck: Smad.

[elrw24]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Before I comment on anything else….the realization for me as reader that fucking Cole Turner is Alan’s (former) best friend…they went to school together….he met Bee as a baby. I literally had to put my phone DOWN for this chapter like 10 times during that interaction. Because I kept screaming oh my god…ahhh lady! This chapter was 😮‍💨 amazing. It hit all the feels. His dad passing broke my heart, the awkward interaction at the store between the three of them, Bee’s mom finding her lingerie and sex toy oh my god, Bee’s gotta be pregnant…her body is changing and I’m so scared for them 😭😫 aaaah!

Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 13

Summary:  One more weekend.  How does Cole know your parents?

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, age gap, D/s dynamics, daddy kink, food play, chasing, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), slapping, biting, breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming, death of a character, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  8.8K

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[slayerwrites]

hi! i’m looking for writing partners to do some fandom 1x1′s with on discord. i don’t have any plots in mind, so this is definitely something we can discuss! i play all genders and prefer to do ships revolving around mxf, fxf with nb characters as well of course. i will also happily world build and/or do doubles.

please read my rules first before interacting (can be found on my pinned post) also if you don't see anything you like then don't hesitate to contact me anyway and we can come up with something else! especially since I have a bad memory and chances are i forgot to add something!

below are listed the fandoms that i am interested in writing and under the cut are ships within these fandoms. please note i am not limited to these ships and i’m happy to switch things around and even add in ocs if you don’t like to write canon characters. i am also happy to do two ocs within the fandom universe, or even do some crossovers if the two fandoms work.

mcu

dceu

the witcher (netflix series)

god of war (2018 & ragnarök)

twilight

pirates of the caribbean

the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro

van helsing (netflix series)

underworld

snowpiercer (netflix series)

charmed

stranger things

disney

norse mythology (not really a fandom but didn’t know where else to put it!)

the mummy

buffy the vampire slayer

the boys

tony stark & pepper potts (mcu)

bruce banner & natasha romanoff (mcu)

peter quill & gamora (mcu)

thor & jane foster (mcu)

peter parker & mj watson (mcu - aged up)

clark kent & lois lane (dceu)

arthur curry & diana prince (dceu)

kratos & freya (god of war)

leo wyatt & piper halliwell (charmed)

phoebe halliwell & cole turner (charmed)

joyce byers & jim hopper (stranger things)

buffy summers & spike (buffy the vampire slayer)

willow rosenberg & oc (buffy the vampire slayer)

geralt of rivera & yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher)

emmett cullen & rosalie hale (twilight)

vampire oc & werewolf oc (twilight)

will turner & elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean)

elena de la vega & alejandro de la vega (mask of zorro)

evelyn o’connell & rick o’connell (the mummy)

selene & michael (underworld)

selene & david (underworld)

andre layton & melanie cavill (snowpiercer)

vanessa helsing & axel miller (van helsing)

jack & ivory (van helsing)

[wormholxtreme]

Is there any ship / otp / dynamic you wish you had more threads & interactions for?

Random Anons | Always Accepting

Why? You got an idea for me babe? [please get the flirt tone because I am being a meme XD]

Aaaaaaaaanyway

I am honestly the most singler shipper multishipper you will ever meet. I typically go for canon ships that I love and a few ships that are not canon but heavily implied. Roy/Riza from Full Metal, even Carol/Tony, which are my OTP for Marvel was not only a canon ship in the Ults verse but heavily implied during comic Civil War-616 when Hank Pym asked Janet if she thought they were bangin’.

Typically when I do start shipping something that’s not canon they tend to follow the dynamic of my favorite canon ships.

Other than that, I don’t really seek out ships/dynamics. I’ve done a little with my OC Kaylee because of the nature of being an OC but even that, when I first brought her on tumblr it was for a completely platonic relationship. Then she ended up basically being set up (XD here’s lookin’ at you Ginger) with another OC and that partner would create more OCs and kinda just threw them at each other to see what stuck. And then because I am adamant about Kaylee being bisexual I wanted to open up to others not just one partner. Not that I was actively seeking again but just more putting out feelers more than I usually do because I am not the biggest shipper in the world.

It’s really about comfort level. Once I have a good rapport with someone OOC I am happy to delve into any ship dynamic they are interested in.

That being said, I defs need more threads with Kayday, all the threads with Raylee.

Of course more Peppy threads but XD iunno if you guys have noticed 99% of my Happy threads ARE Peppy threads.

I’m really excited about the Katniss/Peeta things I have going on, especially since The Hunger Games books are in Katniss’ pov there’s so much to explore internally for Peeta.

I have my less used characters like Aya who I’d kill for a Bayak for.

Cole Turner of course with Phoebe, despite how Charmed tried to ruin him

A Leo for Piper just v.v

And there is one ship that I have for John Sheppard who is my ace ace from outer space because there’s one character who had been there for like 2 episodes that had crazy good chemistry in my opinion named Larin and just XD the dynamic was very much in line with my favorite types of ships.

I think that about covers it. I’m sorry I’m not that interesting when it comes to ships. I wish I could be more XDD but there we have it.