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A 2023 Apple TV+ film starring Chris Evans and Ana de Armas, directed by Dexter Fletcher.
Never Let You Go
Pairing: Dark Cole Turner x female reader
Word Count: ~4.7k
Summary: You rent a tiny cabin to have an isolated respite from your hectic life. You weren't expecting the rental's proprietor, Cole.
Warnings: Dark fic, delusional behavior, poisoning/drugging, non-con, frottage, somnophilia, just general creeperness, explicit language All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI
Dividers by me
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A/N: This is my entry for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Be Mine and Only Mine dark!simp challenge. I used the dialogue prompt "I would do anything to keep you. Anything." And the trope prompts making you sick/injuring you so you can't leave and delulu for you you. Thanks for hosting such a fun challenge, Roo!
Another big thank you to @stargazingfangirl18 who always encourages all of my most unhinged instincts. I'm really on one with this one, guys. 😬🤭
Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜
You’d just finished bundling up when there was a knock on the door of the little cabin. You sighed. There was no question who it was.
You forced a smile as you opened the door. “Hey Cole,” you greeted. “What’s up?”
“Oh hey!” he replied, brightly. He always seemed so excited to see another human. You’d spent your whole trip trying to tell yourself that he was just very lonely and you should be gentle with him. “Just wanted to check on the generator. Make sure it’s holding up well in this cold.”
“Yup! All good.” You gestured to the couple lamps scattered through the single room. “Lights are on, it’s warm and toasty in here. Everything’s fine.” You took a small step forward, your hand on the door, hoping he’d take the hint. But, of course, he didn’t. He never did.
“What about groceries? You have everything you need? I could make another trek into town today.”
You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. I’m still making my way through the last haul you brought in. I’m good. You’ve taken very good care of me.”
He went stock still at that. It was odd, but almost everything he did struck you as odd. “You mean that?” he asked, his voice almost pleading.
“Yeah, of course. Absolutely. You’ll be getting a five star review from me. Promise.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah, great!” He said, sort of shaking himself, almost like he was coming out of a trance or something. But before you had a chance to dwell on how strange that was, he’d moved on. “You going for a hike?”
“Uh, huh,” you said, grabbing your backpack from where it rested on the floor next to the dresser. You took another step forward, hoping to force Cole out of the doorway. “Figured I’d try one of the forest trails today.”
He didn’t move. “Cold day for it.”
“I’m all bundled up. I’ll be fine.” You took another step forward. You were starting to feel a little trapped.
His face suddenly lit up. “You should come by the farmhouse when you’re done. I could make you some hot chocolate to warm you up.”
“Oh, sure! Maybe!” Another step forward. “But probably not if it’s getting dark. Got plans to snuggle up with a book here tonight and go to bed early.”
“Oh yeah. That sounds really nice. Well, if you’re able, I’ll be there.”
“Okay, Cole. Thanks! For everything. But I’m gonna head out now.” He just blinked at you, so you gestured to the doorway and the wide expanse waiting for you outside.
“Oh! Right! Of course!” He finally backed up to let you out. “Well, I’ll just be up at the house. Holler if you need anything.”
“Will do, Cole. I know where to find you.”
He finally stepped away, letting you leave the cabin. You watched him as he got on his little snowmobile and drove back to the main house. He was very, very sweet (and kind of hot with the dark beard and the light eyes and the broad shoulders), but he had the social awareness of a gnat.
This was supposed to have been your retreat from civilization.
You were burned out. Too much work, too much relationship drama, too much everything. You needed a break. A big one.
So you filed a PTO request for two weeks off in the middle of winter and began to search for a secluded nature retreat.
You thought you’d found a great one. A tiny home done up to resemble a rustic, cozy cabin. Only room enough for you. Located on the edge of dense woods, it had access to several hiking trails, a sledding hill, a skating pond, and a gorgeous lake. No internet, no cell signal, no neighbors. A great environment to completely unplug, reconnect with yourself, and recharge. It was perfect.
Well. It was almost perfect, as it turned out. Your cabin, you discovered when you got there, was one of three in a little cluster on the property. Yours was the only one currently booked, but there was still a neighbor to worry about. Cole, the proprietor, lived in a farmhouse a few acres away. But it felt much closer with how often you saw him. You didn’t think he’d gone a single day without stopping by your little cabin at least once.
You tried to be kind. He’d told you on one of your first days that this place used to belong to his parents and they’d left it to him when they’d died. The isolation you saw as a nice little break from reality was what he lived with all the time. He must be desperate for company, especially in the depths of winter. So you excused the way he just kept popping over to make sure you had everything you needed, or how he’d interrupt your hikes to see if you were enjoying the view. Or when he’d knock on the door during your morning meditation to bring you breakfast. He was lonely. You felt sorry for him. So you could tolerate his overly friendly behavior. This trip may not have been the solitary paradise you’d envisioned, but it was still the rejuvenating break you’d needed. Everything was fine.
The next day, Cole, of course, found you as you were strapping on ice skates to go out on the frozen pond. “You didn’t come by the house last night.”
“No, I didn’t,” you confirmed, making sure to give him a bright smile to avoid any awkwardness. “I lost track of time on my hike, and it was already dark by the time I got back.” You didn’t apologize. You hadn’t said you definitely would.
“I missed you,” he said quietly, and that stopped you in your tracks. “Your stay here is almost over. I gotta soak up all the quality time with you that I can.”
That– that was a joke, right? Yeah, it had to be. Just a joke, it was fine. You gave him a good–natured chuckle. “Oh,” you said, “I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of me in a few days. A lot less work when no one’s here, huh?”
“I don’t know about that,” he said with a sheepish shrug. “It’s been really nice having you here.”
“Aw,” you smiled again, a little more sincere this time. “Thanks, Cole! It’s been a really great trip. I’ll be sad to leave.” Something hopeful flashed across his face before disappearing quickly. “Well,” you said as you stood up on the skates, “I’ll leave you to your work. Thanks again for everything.” Then you skated off.
You were so absorbed in your exercise and the bracing cold that you didn’t notice just how long he stood there and watched you skate.
You weren’t leaving until the next morning, but you’d started gathering your things together. Even though the cabin was just a single room, you’d still managed to spread out considerably over the last week. It was good to do this now, so you wouldn’t have to scramble before you left in the morning.
Like clockwork, there was a knock at the door. It almost felt a little sentimental. This was the last day of your trip. You were about to take your last hike here. And now Cole was bothering you for the last time. You smiled to yourself. Now that you were about to leave, now that you’d fully adjusted to the reality of your trip instead of the ideal fantasy that’d been in your head, you could admit that he had an awkward charm to him. At the very least, he’d make for a sweet story once you were back in the real world.
You opened the door with a genuine, warm grin. “Morning, Cole!” you greeted him. “What can I do you for?”
His answering smile couldn’t match your warmth. It had a brittle edge to it, almost… sad. His eyes cast around the room behind you. “You’re packing up already?” he asked in lieu of a greeting, alarmed. “I thought you weren’t leaving until tomorrow?”
“That’s still the plan! Just trying to get everything together while I can take my time with it.”
He didn’t say anything in response, just continued to look around, eyes almost seeming to catalog all of your things. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat pointedly that he focused on you again. “What’s on the docket for your last day, then?” he asked.
“One last hike to the lookout,” you told him. “Packed my camera, so gonna try to get some good pictures before the sun fully crests.”
He nodded absently. “You’ve been a really great guest,” he said with a conviction that would have felt strange from anyone else, but you were finally getting used to your host.
“Thanks, Cole. That’s so sweet of you,” you said sincerely. “I’ve really enjoyed staying here. I almost wish I didn’t have to leave. I don’t know how I’m going to go back to the real world after such a peaceful two weeks.”
Cole took a very long time to respond, just staring at you instead. Then he nodded to himself. Almost like he’d made a decision. Pulling a thermos out of his bag, he changed the subject without any warning at all. “I brought you some hot chocolate,” he said, thrusting the thermos at you. “My mom’s old recipe. Thought I’d bring it by before you left since you didn’t get to try it the other night.”
“Oh, okay,” you took the bottle from him, not knowing what else to do. “Thank you! That– That’s really nice of you.”
“Maybe it can keep you warm on your hike,” he offered.
“Oh yeah! That’s really thoughtful of you. Thanks!” You smiled broadly.
Cole didn’t move, just stared at you expectantly when you didn’t do anything with the thermos. “You should try it,” he said lowly, almost pushy.
“Oh, sure.” You awkwardly unscrewed the cap under his watchful gaze. You took a cautious sip. It was very sweet, but it had an undertone of spice, and it was very warm. You probably would take it with you on your hike. That wasn’t a bad idea. “It’s delicious, Cole. Thank you so much!”
He beamed at you in return, but you couldn’t help noticing something slightly melancholy underneath. “Have a great hike,” he said, always so sincere. “I’ll see you tomorrow for checkout.”
Something was very wrong.
You’d made it to the lookout and gotten some really great pictures. You’d sat and drank your hot chocolate and had taken a moment to say goodbye to this place.
It was when you’d begun your hike back that you’d started feeling off.
Your skin had gotten clammy. Your vision had started to swim. Your limbs felt weird. And you’d started to sweat. Even though it was so cold out. Even though it had started to snow, harder with each passing minute. It was snowing so hard out—it’d started so suddenly—and you were all alone and your insides were turning to jelly and you didn’t know which way was up. And you were all alone. You were all alone.
You fell to your knees just as your stomach emptied its contents. Your face was so wet, but you didn’t know if that was from snow or sweat or tears. You tried to call out for help, but you couldn’t get your voice to work. You’d never been so scared. What was happening? Were you going to die out here?
Something touched you. You would have jumped if you’d had the strength. You tried to turn your head to look but you could barely get your muscles to work. “Oh sweetheart,” a voice spoke from… somewhere. You were so dizzy and cloudy you couldn’t quite tell. “It hit you pretty hard, huh?” You didn’t know what the voice, a man, was talking about. There was guilt and sadness in his tone. You didn’t understand. Suddenly you were moving off the ground. You cried out, but he hushed you gently. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you. It’s gonna be okay.”
You finally placed his voice, as he carried you over to his snowmobile. Cole. It was Cole. He’d come to save you. That was your last conscious thought as he drove you down the trail.
Time passed strangely as you moved in and out of consciousness. You were in a dense fog, only able to pick up on sensations rather than details. You ached. You toggled wildly between chills and fever. You dreamed in shapes and colors. There were hands on you sometimes. Soft. Gentle. Everywhere. There was a voice in your ear always. Soothing. Comforting. You weren’t sure what the difference was between being awake and asleep. You layed on a cloud.
You had no idea how much time had passed when you finally woke up for real. Or where you were. Or how you had gotten here.
You were in a large bedroom with wood paneling and a slanted ceiling. The bed was so soft you thought you might sink into it. A clearly homemade quilt was on top of you, a patchwork of pinks and greens and blues with delicate flowers stitched across it. There was a glass of water on the bedside table next to you. On the nightstand was a copy of The Hobbit and a pair of reading glasses.
You were wearing a pink nightgown, frilly. It wasn’t like anything you owned. Someone had changed your clothes. Undressed you.
The door opened, and you pushed yourself back into the headboard. Cole came in, carrying a tray with more water, a Gatorade, and a bowl of soup. His face lit up at the sight of you.
“Oh, you’re awake! And you’re looking pretty lucid. That’s great news!” He set the tray down on your nightstand and immediately moved to press the back of his hand to your forehead. You tried to shy away, but it didn’t do any good. “Clammy,” he said, as he removed his hand, “but you aren’t burning up anymore. Thank goodness.”
“What–“ you started, but it came out as a croak. Your throat was bone-dry and your voice was so rough. You tried again. “What happened?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Cole said as he sat down on the bed right next to your hip. He was so close. “You got really sick on your hike. Thank god I found you when I did! You were collapsed and barely conscious. I’ve been taking care of you.”
You took a breath. You still felt so fuzzy. You looked around you again. This must be the farmhouse. “Why aren’t I in a hospital, if I was so sick?”
He stood back up, moving to the tray he’d brought in. “Oh, the snowstorm. All the roads are completely impassable. I had to bring you back here. Don’t worry, I took such good care of you.”
“How long?” you asked, terrified of the answer without fully knowing why.
“You’ve been in and out for the last three days.”
“Oh my god,” you tried to sit up, in a panic, but you felt so weak, like you didn’t have full control over your body. “I was supposed to be back at home, back to work. I need to call– “
“Hey, hey,” Cole put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. Calm down. I already took care of all that.”
You let him guide you back down onto the mattress as you looked up at him, confused. “What– What do you mean? How?”
“You had your emergency contact on your reservation form, remember? I called them, talked to them. Took care of everything. You don’t need to worry about that.”
You blinked at him. Everything, your brain and your body, felt like molasses. You didn’t understand.
“Hey,” he said, so softly, his hand briefly brushing against your cheek. He was so comfortable touching you. “Let’s get some food in you, huh?” He picked up the tray with the bowl of soup and carefully placed it on your lap. Sitting down next to you again, he picked up the spoon and began to move it towards your mouth.
Your face heated in embarrassment as you reached to take the spoon from him. “I can do it myself,” you said, feeling strangely small.
He hesitated before letting you take over. “Okay,” he finally said. “But don’t be embarrassed if you need help. I love taking care of you.”
Something about that sentiment made you deeply uncomfortable, but you didn’t say anything. What would you say? You still felt delirious. You needed him, even if the whole situation seemed off. But that was probably just Cole.
As you ate, he went over to the other side of the bed and layed down next to you, grabbing his glasses and the book from the nightstand. “I’ve been reading to you these last few days. I think you liked it. It always soothed you.” Then he opened the book and began reading. His voice was deep, steady, lulling. And you were still so tired. You finished the soup and then let yourself be carried back into sleep.
You dozed through the rest of the day. Surfacing every so often to the sound of Cole’s voice, steadily reading to you, before you were lulled back into unconsciousness.
He woke you up in the evening for another bowl of soup. He watched you expectantly as you ate it. Eyes going so soft when you told him it was good.
When you were done, he cleared your tray. And then he walked over to the dresser and started taking off his clothes.
“What are you doing?” you called out as loudly as you could muster, alarmed.
He turned his head as he just kept going, removing his shirt and tossing it into the nearby hamper. He shot you an amused look. “I’m getting ready for bed.”
“In here?” you asked, your voice as high as it could go even with how hoarse it still was.
“Of course,” he chuckled. “It’s my room. Where do you think I’ve been sleeping this whole time?”
“I– “ you started, but your head was starting to feel so heavy and it was hard to turn your thoughts into words. “Shouldn’t I be in a guest room then?” You let yourself lay back down as his hands moved to take off his pants. Things were happening too fast. You couldn’t track it.
“I needed to keep you close, baby–“ Baby?? “– to keep an eye on you. To make sure you were okay. You aren’t out of the woods yet.” He came back to the bed, crawling in next to you. He was wearing soft, cotton sleep pants, thankfully, but his chest was bare. “But don’t worry, I’ll get you there.”
You turned away from him, onto your side, as you struggled to keep your eyes open. This bout of exhaustion had come on so quickly, you couldn’t fight it anymore. You felt Cole right up against your back, his warm breath on your neck, but you were too weak, too tired, to move, to think.
Just as you were pulled down down down into unconsciousness, he whispered in your ear, “This used to be my parent’s room. They were so happy here.”
You were floating.
Stuck in that place between wakefulness and deep sleep, you hovered, unsure if you were dreaming or not. It was dark, only the impression of objects behind your eyelids. You were so warm, a heavy weight cosseting you.
There was a low moaning sound right outside your awareness. Then, gentle touches on your stomach and the inside of your thigh. It felt nice. This was a nice dream.
You were being rocked on whatever cloud you were floating on. Slow and steady at first, rhythmic, but as the pace picked up, it got more erratic. The moaning got louder. You felt it deep in your chest. The grip on you tightened. You rocked harder and harder and harder and harder until suddenly, you were stilled. A wet warmth spread across your back. You felt it seeping into your skin. Becoming part of you.
There was a feather-light tickling on the back of your neck. And then “I love you” was whispered on the wind wherever you were, before you sank into the darkness again.
You were woken by the sun beaming through the soft curtains. You blinked your eyes open and took a deep breath as you oriented yourself. You were in Cole’s farmhouse, after you’d gotten extremely sick. You took a quick inventory of your body. You stomach felt steady, if hungry. Your muscles didn’t ache. Your skin didn’t feel clammy. And, most importantly, your head felt completely clear for the first time since you’d left for your hike that day.
Another deep breath. Cole’s arm was draped over you and his body was pressed against your back. He snored loudly in your ear. What the fuck? You tried to remember what he’d said. That he needed to keep you close so he could keep an eye on you because you were so sick. That… That made sense. So maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt now. He’d probably gotten so close to you in his sleep, unknowingly. It hadn’t been on purpose. Even so, it was making you feel a little claustrophobic.
You tried to slip yourself out from under him as carefully and quietly as you could. There was no need to wake him. But when you started to move, you felt something on the small of your back. Something thick, dry, stiff, and cracking. What? No. No. That couldn’t– But no, there was no mistaking what you felt. What else could it possibly be? What– What was going on here? What had happened while you were sick?? Your skin was crawling. You needed to get out of here.
You got free of Cole and out of the bed without disturbing him too much, thank God. He just flopped onto your side of the bed, snuffling into your pillow. You couldn’t stop and think about the implications of that. There was no time. You needed to go.
As you moved through the room, you caught sight of what you were wearing. Right. First things first, you need to change out of this weird nightie. Where were your things? What had he done with what you’d been wearing? What you’d had with you?
You looked through the hamper first, trying not to touch much, for fear of what you might find. But none of your things were there. So you went to the closet next. When you opened it, you stopped dead.
There, neatly organized into one side, were all of the clothes you’d packed for your trip. Hung up in a nice little row. Your pants were stacked in the little built-in cubbies, and your shoes were lined up beneath everything on the floor. The other side contained all of Cole’s things, pressed up right against yours. Like they belonged there, together.
The one thing you didn’t see was your backpack or all of the important things that had been inside it—your keys, your money, your phone, your IDs. All of the things you would need to get the fuck out of here. You could search for that in a minute, check other parts of the house, maybe try going back to the cabin. Right now, you just needed to get out of this room.
You grabbed a pair of pants and a top, not really paying attention to what they were, just changing as fast as you could. You grabbed the shoes with the best traction and turned around.
To find Cole standing next to the bed, in sleep pants and nothing else, sleepily scratching his beard, and staring at you. “Where are you going?” he asked. And while he looked and sounded casual, you could feel the tension filling the room.
“I– uh– I think it’s time for me to go, Cole, don’t you?”
“It isn’t safe,” he said, taking a step towards you. You automatically took a step back. His eyes narrowed. “You’re still sick.”
You shook your head wildly. “No, I’m feeling much better now. I feel fine. I can– I can go. I’m well enough to go.”
“That’s great,” he said, but there was evident surprise in his tone. “I’m so glad, but you still can’t leave. The– the snow! The roads aren’t clear. There’s no getting out. It always takes days for the plows to get out this far.”
You swallowed, taking a few more careful steps backward, away from him. He matched your movement. “Well. I think– I think I’ll go have a look for myself. I’m resourceful. I might be able to get through.” You didn’t care whether the roads were blocked or not. You’d trek as many miles as you needed to, through twelve feet of snow, just to get the hell out of here.
He took another step forward, and you took another step back. You were starting to feel like a caged animal. “You can’t leave,” he said with finality.
You took another step back, or tried to, when your back collided with the wall. No, not the wall. Something was sticking out of it, hitting you. The doorknob. You’d backed yourself into the door. Breathing out a sigh of cautious relief, you reached behind yourself, not daring to take your eyes off Cole. Surprisingl,y he didn’t move, didn’t attempt to stop you. You grabbed the handle and turned it.
It rattled in your grasp, but, to your horror, it didn’t move.
“It locks from both sides with a key,” Cole informed you calmly, patting the pocket of his sleep pants. “Quirks of an old house.”
At that, all of your resolve crumbled. “Cole, please,” you begged. “I just want to go home. Please, let me go home!” Tears were starting to run down your face as panic took over.
His face dropped. “Oh sweetheart,” he said, with so much sympathy you wanted to scream. He rushed to you, cradling you in his arms. “You are home. That’s what I’ve been trying to get you to understand. It was fate that brought you here, to me. Don’t you feel it? Haven’t I taken such good care of you? Don’t you see what a good husband I could be to you? What a good life I could give you?”
You pushed against him as hard as you could, trying to break his hold, but it was no use. He was so much stronger than you’d realized, his muscles so much firmer beneath your touch than you ever would have guessed. “Please,” you begged again. “I appreciate you taking such good care of me while I was sick, I really do. But I’m better now, I am. And I need to get back to my life!”
“Shh,” he ran a soothing hand down your back. “Yeah, that was my mistake. You should have been under for longer.” You looked at him, confused and so, so scared, as he let go of you, taking a few steps back to sit at the foot of the bed. “You reacted so strongly to the hot chocolate. You weren’t supposed to get that sick. Just enough to keep you here a few extra days. Long enough to see how well I could take care of you. What a good life I’d be able to give you. So much better than the one you were running from. But instead you were just–“ his expression collapsed into anguish. “It really scared me. So, last night, I switched to something else, decreased the dosage. But that apparently wasn’t enough. It’s been really hard to get the dosage right.”
All you could do was stare at him in shock. Horror. Terror. What had he done to you?! What was he going to do to you?!
He stood up again, restless, and you pressed yourself into the door, as much as you could. He looked sad, distressed by your fear. You almost wanted to laugh.
“I never wanted to hurt you,” he pleaded. “I don’t want to hurt you. But–“ He stood up to his full height, shoulders suddenly set in determination. With a steely tone, he said, “I would do anything to keep you. Anything.”
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Farmer's Best 1
Warnings: This will include dark elements, abuse, trauma, neglect, kidnap, including non/dubcon. Please do not read if these elements or any dark elements make you uncomfortable.
Character: Cole Turner
Summary: you're the least valuable among the bunch, but it doesn't mean someone won't want you. (another wife-buying fiend)
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“Teyona,” you whisper, “Tee.”
You reach over as the small slat of light at the seam of the metal shelter barely reaches you. You can see the shape of the young woman curled up beside you, feel her shivering as you press your palm to her forehead. She’s feverish and gibbering.
“Hey, honey, shhh.” You pet her sweaty hair. “Here, I saved some, for you.”
You take the bottle of water you kept crushed under you. There’s maybe a mouthful left. It’s hardly enough for her. You angle her around and pull her head into your lap. You feel around her lips before you tip the trickle of water into her mouth and rub her throat. She swallows with a croak.
“Is she gonna be okay?” Marska whispers from her other side, her accent thick around her words.
“I don’t know.” You admit softly, mindful of your volume. You glance towards the line of light, wary of one of the men passing by.
“Sick.” Marska states in her fractured English.
“Yes,” you agree.
You hold the girl against you, rocking her, caressing her cheek. You never thought you had any maternal instinct. At your age, most people assumed so. Seems you finally found it.
Teyona’s nineteen. She was on her way to college when she spun out on the country roads and woke up here. She wanted to study biology but her grades were too low so she went into economics instead. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but she’d take it now.
She asked you about your college years. You would tell her when you couldn’t hear the constant pace of soles outside, or the voices, the laughter. It was easier to tell her about the girl who was than the woman who’s now stuck in this place. The middle-aged office worker who was just taking the urn of her dead cat out to the beach to scatter.
The clanging on the side of the shipment crate echoes through you. You sink into your shoulders as the clamour rattles your skull. Several girls whine but they move quickly.
“On your bellies, girls.” A voice hollers through as the banging continues.
Shoot. You spread Teyona out. She whimpers and drones. You get her on her stomach then spread out. You put your hands on the back of your head, your face between the feet of the girl ahead of you.
The doors are pulled open. You stare down at the ground. You look up and you won’t do it a second time. Not after you feel the butt of the rifle.
The men’s shadows stretch over the prone bodies, trembling and gulping on the cold metal. Boots stamp down, stepping carelessly between the women. You hold your breath, not for yourself but Teyona.
You’re not stupid. The men told you themselves. You’re not meant to be here. You’re too old but maybe if they put a bag on your head…
“Well, better something than nothing, right?” One man scoffs.
“Where the fuck is she? Look for grey.” The other snickers.
You frown. They can’t mean... A third man kicks your side. “The old one’s here.”
You resent that. You don’t say so but you’ve caught a few glimpses of them. They’re not all spring chickens.
“Hey, let’s get her up.”
The man who kicked you grabs one elbow and another man takes the opposite. They haul you up. Panic swells in your stomach. Not for yourself, but for the girl on the ground shivering and slack on the metal as the outside beams in. Marska reaches over to take her hand. She’ll take care of her.
You don’t have a choice. The men pull your arms down and twist them behind you. The march you out of the crate. You squint at the brightness. The warmth of the sun is a relief from the humidity of the dark freight.
Why you? Why now? This can’t be good. You already understand what’s happening. Where the others go. Not the specifics, but the purpose. Women sold to the highest bidder.
“This way.” The first man commands as he leads the way.
You walk stiffly, chafing in their grasp, yet happy for the extra support. They walk you around the length of the freight and past another. As you come around the corner, there’s a man waiting by a truck.
His hands are in his pocket, then out of them. He paces back and forth as he pulls his gestures in silent conversation with himself. He scratches his sandy hair and turns on his heel, giving a start as he sees you and the men.
He wears jeans and a carhaart jacket. He looks like an average guy. Tall, maybe a few years youngrt than you, his boots scuffed and his plaid shirt slightly sweaty. He shoves his hands in his pockets again, fisting them under the fabric.
“This is all we got in your price range, guy.” They shove you ahead.
You stumble and the man’s face lights up in surprise and dismay. He opens his arms and catches you. Your head lands against his chest as you groan.
“Sorry…” you rasp.
“Hey, you don’t have to be so rough with her.”
“Ha. Don’t play like that. We all know what this is.” The guard retorts. “Now you have two minutes to get the fuck out of here and not come back. You’re lucky I didn’t beat you down coming in here with no money.”
“It’s all I got,” the man says.
“Ours not. Get.” The other retorts.
The man who holds you shifts you in his embrace. You struggle to stand and he moves you so his arm is around your back. He turns you and guides you to the truck. He lifts you into the front seat. Well, at least you’re worth something. You’re not sure this is an escape though.
He buckles you in and squeezes your arm. You ignore his gaze as you feel him looking you over. He shuts the door and hurries around the front of the truck. He gets in the driver side and fumbles to turn the ignition. He cranks the shifter and reverses out.
“Those guys are scary, huh?” He mutters as he rolls the wheel around and leans into the gas pedal.
You don’t say a word. Your head lolls and you stare out the window. You just want to watch the sky. It’s like an old friend.
“You know, I… I didn’t think it’d be like that. I thought they’d take care of you girls. You know…” he rambles. “That’s all I wanna do. So, you don’t gotta worry.” He grips the wheel and leans forward. “I’ll do better.”
You still don’t answer. He falls into silence and drives on. You slump and slowly sink into hazy sleep.
You jolt up as the door beside you opens. He touches your shoulder gently, rubbing your dry skin. “You looked… you’re okay. I thought.” He sniffs. “I just stopped a mile back. Got you something to drink.” He points over you to the cupholder. “Lots of electrolytes.”
You stare at him. His hand lingers then trails along the side of your neck. “You okay, honey?”
You stare at the buttons of his shirt.
“Look, I’m just gonna look you over. Make sure you’re not hurt.” He says.
He runs his hand back to your shoulder and with both, he feels along your arm, examining it, than the other. He does the same to your legs, tracing a thick scab below your knee. “Ouch, look like it hurts.”
He feels up your thigh and you twitch.
“I’m just… not gonna… hurt you.” He bends, slowly. He looks hypnotised as his thick fingertips tickle along your thigh. He gets lower and lower. You lean back into the seat. ”Just…”
You squirm but don’t push him off as he suddenly shoves his nose down against your pelvis. He nuzzles into the front of your worn-out panties and takes a deep whiff. You watch him in horror and disbelief. This is insane. He’s insane.
He stands up so suddenly, he looks ready to tip over. He grabs the door to steady himself and clears his throat. He spreads his hand over his chest and drags it down.
He swings the door shut and turns away. He pauses and grips his head, fingers curling as he says something you can’t make out. He drops his arms and marches around to the driver’s door and climbs into the seat.
“Have a drink, honey,” he twists the key. “We’ll be home soon.”
This was a concept floating around in my brain for this evening as I commented in some poor artists live ‘ima draw robot Yaoi’
Anyways concept!
GHOSTED AU
Prowl got killed. Jazz left him to die at some point due to tensions in each other
Prowl comes back as a depressed demon not fully himself
Jazz eventually finds out and tries to exorcise him using jar holy water method
Haven’t figured out if it’ll work or not but so far
We’re hopeful.
I’m still working out- other types of ghosts and spirits exist but I wanted this angst out so … yay?
Prowl designs
A few shots from the Ghosted (Tribute band) gig I went to on Sunday!
Papa did his bit to keep the congregation cool!
Damn I wish my phone camera was better I'd be quite proud of this photo if the resolution etc was better 😂
My Second time seeing these guys, they're fantastic!
Included my very makeshift Terzo cosplay, because the UK is going through a heatwave right now I didn't want to do full papal robes.
The Opportunists Masterlist
A group of men work together to recruit the perfect women for them.
Featuring: Jack O'Malley, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm, Mike Weiss, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Colin Shea, Pete Brenner, Cole Turner
In Progress
Stage 1: The Interviews
Cosmo | Lynx | Stella | Vega | Astra | Lyra | Ursa | Nova | Corvus | Carina | Starla | Orion
You said you write special characters for June so here's mine for Chris Evans character Cole Turner from the 2023 film Ghosted.
So like in the film Cole is a farmer who is working at the market place that he works at when he meets the male reader and they immediately start flirting but the male reader is the type to flirt very dirty at one point Cole bends over to grab something and the male reader says something dirty about his ass, they swap numbers and decide to meet that night at the male readers house later when Cole gets there instead of going out they decided to stay in and just have sex he pulls down coles pants to reveal coles hairy ass (HAIRY ASS SUPREMACY 🍑) then Cole sits his hairy bubble butt on the male readers face and the male reader eats him out and while he's eating him out coles legs are shaking as he's moaning loudly then he lays Cole on his back and puts his legs over his shoulders and he pounds Cole and after pounding him and cumming inside his ass he tells Cole to hold his legs to his stomach and he eats his hairy ass out again eating the cum out before spitting the cum in Coles mouth. The male reader obsesses over Coles hairy ass the next morning Cole wakes up and licks and sucks the male readers feet and then the male reader eats his hairy ass again causing Cole to cum untouched like he did the night before.
Hairy ass obsession, dirty talk, sub Bottom Cole (if you watch the movie you'll see Cole is whiny so I imagine he's whiny I'm not into the feminization crap so please don't include it, strong language, ass eating
This is Cole Turner in this gif ⏬⏬⏬⏬
Do what you say
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Bottom character. Bottom Cole Turner. Top Male Reader. Both character and reader have a cock. Dirty talk. Strong language. Ass eating. Rimming. Feet kink. Yeehaw.
Bottom! Cole Turner x Top! Male Reader
Sun was shining in the region of Washington, the weekend has arrived and the farmer's market was being put in place downtown just like they did every weekend since the first week of summer. Cole was setting up his stand, he had high hopes today things would go great for him.
Once the tables were set and ready, he put in place the many vegetables, fruits, and home-made products like jam, butter, and more on them, and on the side, the cashier with some money inside. Everything was ready, the day could start whenever it wanted now.
The clock on his wrist indicated nine in the morning now, the farmer’s market was about to open to the public.
There wasn’t a big wave of curious clients at first, it was maybe about five to seven people in total walking around, stopping in front of some stands just to observe, and then keep walking. Well, they won’t buy something today probably, he thought. Around eleven in the morning, more people started to come, it wasn’t a big crowd, but it was a nice clientele. Some people stopped by Cole’s stand to buy some carrots or tomatoes, but it wasn’t enough to fill a whole bag.
You never know, Cole, you might hit the jackpot soon, he thought again.
For now, the only thing he could do was wait, invite some people to stop by his stand, and hope for the best.
It’s not everyday that you go to a farmer’s market, but today you were curious and craved to buy something fresh, a little healthier, maybe. You came alone, it is good to have some time alone, and maybe you’ll find a hot farmer to hit on without being in competition with your horny friends.
The place was nice, some prices a little high but not unaffordable as people might think. Someone catches your attention as you’re walking between stands, a young farmer with his eyes locked on his phone, waiting for clients from the way you see how he tends to lift his eyes from his phone to see if anyone is coming. He was handsome, you could see his thick arms with the sleeve of his button-up shirt rolled to the level of his elbows, and he was hairy from the little peek you had of his cleavage. What a man.
You made your way to the stand, and your presence was quickly noticed by said handsome farmer.
He quickly put his phone in the pocket of his pants and smiled at you, showing all of his pearl white teeth.
"Good morning!" saluted the farmer charmingly.
You smirked at him, a little cocky. "Good morning, handsome." The farmer seemed taken aback by your little advancement, before smiling back at you.
"How can I help you today? Interested in a particular product? May I invite you to try the homemade jam?" he offered, but you wanted to try something else.
"May I try you instead? You definitely look tasty." You eyed him up and down, and then stopped at his lips for a moment, before returning to his blue eyes. "Can I have your name, handsome?"
Your smile widened when you noticed a little flush on his cheeks, he seemed to think about it for a minute before returning the same cocky smile at you. "Cole, Turner. Cole Turner. May I know yours, gentleman?"
"I don't know if I could call myself a gentleman, but the name is Y/n." You extended your hand to him, and he shook it, his blue eyes locked with yours. He knew you were flirting with him, and you were glad he did, it just made things a little more entertaining and fun. “Are you single?”
“Why do you ask the question, interested on me?”
“Who wouldn’t when there’s a handsome man with big pecs talking right in front of them? Bet you have an exquisite body under those clothes.” Your eyes linger on his chest for a little more than just a minute, Cole blushes a little more, he doesn’t know if feeling uncomfortable or… aroused. “You work alone in here? Or am I lucky enough to have you for myself?”
He lets out a small chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you, I’m not really alone.” You mock a pout of disappointment, before your cheeky grin comes back.
“Doesn’t matter if I’m able to have you for myself when you finish working.” Cole just shook his head, now lowering it down, trying to hide his blushing cheeks away from you.
“You’re a little too straightforward, don’t you think? Are you going to buy tomatoes yes or not?”
“I’m going to buy some peaches,” you say with confidence.
However, Cole was confused with your request, he looks around and then returns his attention on you. “I don’t sell peaches.”
“Are you sure?” You tilt your head on one side, taking a little glance of Cole’s round clothed ass, you noticed from far away before standing right where you are. “I see one big, plump and juicy from where I stand.”
The farmer let out a genuine laugh this time, and as he giggled, he accidentally knocked down a fruit from the table. “Oh yikes!” He turns around and lowers down to pick the fruit up, but as he does, the outline of his clothed butt gets even clearer and even more round, if that's even possible, right in front of you.
Your eyes are clearly caught by such an inviting sight, and you can't help but throw a little comment. “That ass needs a good squeeze and filling, darling.”
Cole stood back up straight, eyes a little wide at your words, before a naughty grin came back. “Will you be the one to fill it?”
Gosh, that man was already doing something to you. “Wanna come to my place and find out?”
“Sure.”
The both of you exchanged numbers, two pieces of papers going from one person to the other, it was simple, yet a promise hid in the action. You were excited for tonight, wanting to know more about this handsome farmer.
There were no lies to tell, during the rest of the day, you sat on the couch in your living room, staring at the door, then at your phone waiting for a special pop-up message, and then back at your door. You were impatient for your awaiting date, needy to see once more that handsome farmer you met at the farmer’s market.
Cole.
Cole. The name slips nicely on your tongue.
Soft knockings on the wood of your door interrupted your little train of thoughts, excited, you stood up from your couch and rushed to answer the door. You opened the door, and was glad to find a pair of blue eyes staring at you with genuine interest and joy.
“Hey,” he said with a soft voice and a gentle smile.
It was your turn to smile at him, gosh, you just met him yet it felt like he was meant to be with you. “Hey, missed me?”
Cole doesn't answer, he eyes you up and down. "I hope you haven't planned anything in between the lines of cheap popcorn and movies, you do know why I'm here." He brushes your shoulder with his hand, and then slowly lowers it down over your chest.
Very forward, quite direct on what he wants, nice. "Who do you take me for?" Cole just smirks at you before kissing you on the lips, the kiss intense and deep, his hands find their way on your chest and then starts to push you backwards inside the apartment. Your hands are on his hips, pulling him closer to you as you push your tongue inside his mouth.
“Hmm… fuck,” he mumbles as he kicks the door close.
You pick him up in your arms, lips still kissing his sweeter ones. “Let me give you some of my seed, handsome.” As you two are busy devouring each other, you take him to your bedroom and leave him on your bed.
No time is wasted when the two of you start to strip each other while still sharing kisses together so hungrily. The moment your neck and shoulders are exposed, Cole goes straight to kissing your skin, leaving some gentle bites on it while your hands go down on his thighs.
“Gosh…” you gasp.
With a strong pull of your hands, you pulled down his pants with his underwear, exposing him completely. Cock semi-hard, uncut, throbbing slightly under the cold air, it looked delicious. You lower down between his legs and give the hidden head a soft kiss, winning in exchange a soft hiss from Cole.
“Sensitive, aren’t we?” you tease before turning him around. Your eyes widen with how hairy he is behind.
Cole seems to notice how much you’re staring at his arse, and he can’t help but feel a little self conscious about it. “I’m not really used to shave myself… I, uh, don’t really have time for…”
“Did you hear me complaining?” you interrupt him before giving his ass a soft squeeze. “I feel like I won the lottery.” Your hands pull the hairy cheeks apart, exposing a puckered, tight asshole clenching and unclenching around nothing but air, surrounded by a darker jungle. It was begging for attention, your attention. “Wanna ride a horse, sweetheart?”
A soft laugh escapes the blue eyed man. "You have such a way with words." He didn't decline your invitation though, he wrapped his legs around your head and pushed you on the bed before sitting right on your face, engulfing you with a strong musky scent. "Ah! Shit..." A soft roll of his hips made you groan, though your voice was muffled from the heavy cheeks sitting all over your mouth, hole kissing your lips. This was heaven for you. "Haa..." Cole started to slowly grind his hips on your face, his hands going on your chest to support himself. Your hands moved to support his thighs as the pace started to increase little by little. "I haven't done this... hmmf... in so long."
Your tongue was working between his cheeks, lapping at his hole, tasting him, taking in his flavor. "Hmm... hummf..." Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand, you could feel some hairs on your tongue, not enough for you to pull back or even care though.
"Do you like this? Is this what you wanted from the very beginning?" Cole asks as he grinds faster, his breathing feels heavy, and his movements are more desperate. You push your tongue inside his tight entrance, can't do much but push the tip inside. "Ah! Ah fuck... let me- haa... let me help you there..." For a quick moment he lifts his hips, letting you take some fresh air while he pushes two of his fingers inside himself to stretch his hole, making it easier for you to tongue fuck him. "Nhh... haaa..."
Your eyes were glued on the slick mess of saliva and a fluids that were all over the little darker hairs around his entrance. As Cole opened himself more for you, his legs started to quiver, he felt abnormaly sensitive today.
With a little moan, he pulled his fingers out and sat again on your face without a warning. "Gosh!" he gasped, head thrown to the back as he moved his hips faster on you.
"Hmmf! Hnn..." Your tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscles, and Cole did a good job stretching his hole, as it was easier to go deeper, further inside him.
Cole turned to look at you over his shoulder, but he couldn't even catch your eyes, his hairy bubble butt hiding your face from him. It turned him on, more than what he could have imagined. "Keep eating me... aah... ah... keep eating me..." A whine escaped him all of the sudden, his ass ! bounced on you, fucking himself on your tongue, using it like a small dildo. "I need more... haa.. unhh.. oh! Ah! More please!"
You tried to keep up, his hole clenched around your tongue so tight you could barely move it from time to time.
The farmer's cock was fully hard and leaking, the head of it had already come out from its hood, red and sensitive, while his balls slapped under your chin.
"Like that! Oh! Fuuuck just like that!" Cole couldn't stop moaning, his rhythm got more messed as his legs trembled, trying to keep up, but the movements were clumsy. "I'm so close! I'm so close!"
With your hands you pushed him to your side on the bed, Cole yelped in surprise, confused.
"No! No wait, I was so close, I was so close...!" he started whining, his cock unsatisfied with the brutal interruption.
"Poor thing." You moved to the end of the bed and positioned yourself between Cole's thighs. "That was mean from me, right?" Cole nodded with a pout on his lips, he looked so pathetic, so fuckable. You were going to eat him alive and have him sobbing for more. "Don't worry, I'll fill you with something much better." His eyes widened when he saw your hard cock resting in your fist. He wasn't the only one needy, you were fighting demons to not throw him on the bed and fuck him mindlessly.
He bit his lower lip, his cock throbbed excitedly for what was about to come.
With a soft kiss behind his ear, you whisper, "Take a deep breath for me." Slowly, you started to push your cock inside him, taking in your sweet time so to not hurt him.
However, it seemed like Cole wasn't as patient as you, as he wrapped his legs around your waist to push you closer to him. "Fast! Need it inside, I really ne-nghhh need it bad...!"
The head of your cock was fully deep inside him now, and more of your shaft kept going in as Cole forced you deeper.
Both of yours hands moved to each side of Cole, supporting yourself, preventing you from collapsing on his chest as you moved what remained of your shaft all the way inside him.
"Aghh! Ahhh...!" Cole's arms wrapped around your neck, his hole clenched tightly around your hard cock as it went deeper, so much deeper than what your tongue reached. Obviously, you were so much larger down there, and thick... fat... girthy... He was losing his mind already. "Big... so big... I'm full..." he whines, but you don't listen to him. You roll your hips to test the waters, and Cole's mouth opens wide in a silent moan. "F-fuck..."
"So impatient..." You gently bite the side of his neck, your hips moving at a slow yet steady pace, enjoying how warm he feels inside, how tight he truly is. "But fuck, you have a nice ass..."
Your hands push his legs against his stomach, your slow movements changing to a quicker one, a needier pace. Squelching and sticky sounds echoes around the room as your cock comes in and out of his hungry hairy hole.
"Ah! Ahn! Y/n! Y/n... p-leaaasee...!" Cole doesn't even know what he's asking for, why he's calling you, but it feels right to say your name, to call you. "Ha-harder... hmmf!"
The corners of your lips curled into a smirk, you kissed his soft lips and made sure to go harder just as he had requested. "So desperate for more... Gonna make you see stars..."
Each thrust sent Cole closer to the very edge, the bed creaked under the weight of your carnal activities. Cole's moans grew more desperate, he was getting clsoer and closer to cumming, and you were too. "You better do- unnnhh... what you say..."
"It's a promise, darling." With a firm grip on his inner thighs, you increase the pace to one almost punishing. Cole's words have ceased to being comprehensible, now reduced to a nonsense of babblering accompanied with uncontrollable moaning. "Take it! huuff.. take it all!" Your balls clenched, and that uncomfortable sensation on your lower abdomen quickly exploded. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your vision turned blank while Cole swore he could see not only stars but galaxies. With each throb of your cock, a large spurt of cum flooded Cole's ass, leaving him stuffed to the bridge, so full, so satisfied.
His hands went to caress his painted-white stomach as he whined, eyes closed in exhaustion. His weak cock laid flat on his lower abdomen, spent from the large orgasm he just went through.
Meanwhile, you were still high on the moment, Cole's ass feeling more tight then ever, but that was because of the large loads you filled him with, his hole was definitely ruined by now. Slowly, you pulled out, ignoring the soft whimper of the farmer, your attention focused on how cum slipped out with your cock, making a mess between the farmer's hairy cheeks and on the sheets right below him. The shower that would come later will surely feel divine.
Once fully out, you lowered down between his legs, leaving a trail of wet kisses under his trembling thighs, right on the base of his cock, his balls, and finally, his ruined hole full of your cum. The smell was so strong, and you loved it, you were addicted to it.
You licked the mess of cum and other fluids, you lapped around his hole once, twice... Cole groaned, pleased.
"So delicious..." You kissed his hole before pushing your tongue inside, exploring the painted, gummy walls once again.
"Aahn! Ah... Y/n... no more..." he panted, but his body pushed against your tongue.
"Hmm... slurp.. hmff..." You ate him out like it would be the very last time you'd ever get to taste him, drinking the cum out of him. You scooped some that was still left and kept it in your mouth before pulling back. Cole doesn't have time to say a word, as your lips quickly catch his in a open kiss, cum going from your mouth to his.
Your tongues dance together in the mess before slowly separating, strings of saliva and cum connecting eachother's lips.
Cole stares at you with dazed eyes while trying to catch his breath. You grab his jaw and force him to open his mouth again before spitting directly inside it the cum that remains in your mouth.
"Good job," you praise before laying by his side, arms wrapped around his waist. His head nuzzles on your shoulder, he's too tired to even speak, but words are unecessary right now. As Cole falls asleep, you stay awake for a moment, your hands are on his hairy, plump ass, the skin adorned with hair feels so soft under your hands, your fingers playing with the hairs. You gave his cheeks one last squeeze with your hand. "Sensational." And went to sleep, tomorrow the fun will continue.
The morning comes, soft snores can be heard in the almost quiet room. The farmer slowly wakes up first, mainly from habit of waking up early every day. Cole stares at you first, finding you still deep asleep, his eyes then go to the tangled naked bodies. Last night was surely interesting.
Without waking you up, he moved on top of you, his face close to your feet. He gives them a soft kiss first, one to each, then slowly licks them. A soft moan escapes him before starting to suck your feek on the sides, it turns messy with each suck and he gets lost on the moment.
He doesn't notice the moment you're awake, your eyes staring at him sucking and licking your feet. You can feel his tongue everywhere, toes, ankle, even the plant of your feet. Your eyes move to his exposed hairy ass, his hole clear to view, still open and with some cum dripping from it. Your hands grab his hips and Cole yelps in surprise, before any other reaction could come, you pull him towards you, forcing him to sit on your face just like the other day.
"Ah! Y/n!" His cries turn into moans when your tongue finds its way to his hole still stretched from the activities of last time. "Ah- ah shit...! Hmm..." His hips roll on your face, his hands go to pull his cheeks open for you to have better access. "I'm still... unh.. I'm still sensitive..."
You don't answer, to focused on eating him out, his taste unchanged, still delicious as ever. You push some hair apart from his hole, not wanting it to tangle on your tongue as you work your way inside him.
Cole can't focus on anything else but your wet tongue playing inside him, he can feel himself getting closer, awfully closer to the end. Dammit!
His hand goes to grab a handful of your hair, pushing you deeper inside him as he bounces on your face.
"Haaa! Haaa! Faster! I'm close!" You know he's about to bust, his insides are clenching so tight around your tongue. "Fuck- Fu- nghhh!!" The first little spurts of cum comes out from his cock weakly yet it feels so relieving for Cole. "Mooooore..." With your tongue you find a nearby spot where his sweet spot is hidden, and make sure to stimulate it enough, to the point Cole almost crushes your head under his ass. He moans outloud, almost like a cry, his cock spurts now the real load, making a mess on himself and on you.
Soft whimpers escape him as he lays down on top of you, catching his breath.
You're satisfied, absolutely satisfied. "What a special breakfast," you sigh with a wide smile.
That smile is quickly wiped when Cole sits back on your face. "I decided... hmmff! We should also have lunch now!"
Only your muffles could be heard now. But you were no one to oppose a nice meal.
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Is it kinda obvious I never wrote hairy asses before? The only fic I once found with a hairy ass man, his partner got some hair stuck on his tongue. Is that what y'all like? (genuine question)
Cuz... I do want to make it better.
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