#cole drabble

[luvlloyd]

🌿 | 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔: drabbles

╰┈➤ how would the ninjas react to you telling them that you love them for the first time?

🍃 WARNINGS: fluff, sarcasm, minor wound (Jay), mentions of cursing and self doubt (Kai), nightmares (Lloyd)

🌳 CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Cole, Jay, Kai, Lloyd, Nya, Zane (separately), x (gender neutral) reader

🌴 AUTHORS NOTE: tehe first writing post, hi buddies!! :) A bit of OOC Nya but I still think what I wrote for her was too cute to change <3

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓒𝐎𝐋𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

"Cole… That’s too much sugar-" You interjected, grasping your boyfriend’s arm before he could empty the sugar into the mixing bowl.

“Oh.. my bad, (Name)." Cole chuckled sheepishly, his smile betraying his embarrassment as he glanced at you, “Sorry,” He added.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you aided him in adjusting the sugar amount, "No wonder you’re a sucky chef, Cole," you teased, prompting a scoff from him.

“Me? A sucky chef, please!" He exaggerated the ‘please,’ earning a knowing look from you.

“What? Did you know I’m secretly Gordon Ramsey’s love child?" He grinned.

“In your dreams you probably are," you laughed, causing his face to drop in mock disbelief.

“How dare you? Take this." Cole took the flour that was laying on the counter, grabbed some from the packet and tossed it into your face.

“Cole..! Stop!" You squealed, shielding your face with your arms.

“Nuh uh, you are going to face my flour wrath, (Name)!" He persisted, continuing to shower you with flour until you managed to wrestle the packet from him. Soon, both of you were engaged in a flour war, filling the kitchen with laughter.

Eventually, his arms found their way around your hips, pulling you close as you leaned against his chest, both of you still giggling,

"Cole, I love you so much," you said playfully, feeling him freeze at your words. His pause prompted you to furrow your eyebrows and stare up at him. Cole gazed at you with eyes filled with passion and adoration before he leaned in to peck your lips,

“I love you too, (Name)."

He kissed you again, and again and again. Until you both were just contently sitting in each other’s arms, embraced within the euphoria.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the euphoria was to be put on hold—You both had a bit of some cleaning up to do…

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓙𝐀𝐘 〙ˎˊ˗

The brown haired boy seemed to be bubbling with anxiety, fidgeting with his fingers as he kicked his feet against the medical bed. You grabbed the first aid kit, placing it beside him with a huff, meeting Jay's eyes.

“Do we really have to do this?" he whined, but you reassured him with a smile.

“Of course, dear. We don't want your boo-boo to worsen, do we?" His ears turned pink at your pet name as you dabbed antiseptic on a cloth.

“It's just a cut, (Name)! I don't want to go through all this," Jay pleaded as you brought the cloth closer to him. You looked at him sympathetically,

“Exactly, it's just a cut, so why are you so scared?" You paused, a playful glint in your eye, "Aren't you supposed to be my brave boyfriend?" Jay's expression softened, a grin spreading across his face,

“You're right! I am your brave boyfriend!" he proclaimed proudly. You grinned as you brought the cloth to his cheek.

He winced softly at the burning sensation before the feeling got replaced with your delicate fingers. You applied a Thomas the Train band-aid to his cut and swiftly placed a small kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, “There you go, your boo-boo is all better now,”

“Thanks doc,” Jay said, his smile cheesy and so incredibly contagious that it brought a smile to your own lips. His bright brown eyes staring into yours as though you were a delicately painted painting, simply a work of art for him to stare at. You cusp his cheek as you both continue staring at each other, you caressed his soft yet warm skin under your fingertips,

“I love you, Jay," you spoke softly. He grinned cheekily, his cheeks lightly dusted pink at your words.

"Well, I love you more!" he retorted playfully.

“No, I love you more," you countered.

“Nope! I love you the most mostful and mostest!" he declared, pulling you into a tight hug and nuzzling his head into your neck. As you let out a small giggle he whispered into your ear,

“I love you, (Name), forever."

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓚𝐀𝐈 〙ˎˊ˗

After enduring the agonizing training, you found yourself sprawled on the floor, Kai, your boyfriend of two months, grinning down at you, his weapon by his side.

His sweat-dampened hairs framed his face as he leaned closer to tease you, but suddenly, his playful smirk fell. He tumbled forward, landing directly on top of you. He muttered a curse as his eyes locked with yours, and your breath hitched. You both were merely centimeters between each other and in that moment, you swore the world seemed to stand still.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, “Seems like I fell for you,”

"Hi Kai," you snickered, finding his attempt at being flirty endearing. "Seems like I caught you."

"Sorry about that," Kai chuckled, rolling off to lie beside you on the dojo floor. Together, you gazed up at the ceiling, embracing the silence in the room, until you couldn't resist stealing a glance at his side profile. Holding back the urge to caress his face, you traced the features with your eyes. You met his gaze as his smirked, his eyes staring into yours knowingly.

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he teased you, "Like what you see, sweetheart?"

"I love it," you whispered sweetly, brushing a strand of his hair before meeting his eyes again. "I love all of you."

Kai froze, his confident demeanor crumbling as a blush painted his cheeks. His face turning as bright as his gi. His face faltering into a slight frown.

“You don't mean that," his voice dropped low into a whisper, insecurity lacing his words. You could tell he was feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"Of course I do," you promised him, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you stare into his crestfallen eyes, “I love you Kai.”

He stared into your face, trying to decipher if you were truly being genuine with him. His face brightened up as he realized you were. A sly grin returned to Kai's face, but his eyes held a warmth that made your body melt. He grabbed your hand from your side and put it up to his lips,

“I love you too, sweetheart."

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓛𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 〙ˎˊ˗

Lloyd woke abruptly, his body drenched in sweat, heart pounding against his chest as his nightmare caught up to him. They’ve begun appearing more frequently the last couple of years… His eyes darted anxiously around the room, paranoia lingering in his gaze.

“Lloyd?” You whispered, concern lacing your voice, you could barely see him though the darkness.

"Sorry for waking you, darling," he murmured back, his voice quivering. Sitting up, you touch his trembling arm softly,

“Another bad dream?” you asked. The boy didn’t vocalize his thoughts but instead turned to you to nod his head at you like a sad puppy.

"You're okay, Lloyd," you reassured him soothingly, you brushed a strand of his sweat drenched hair away from his troubled face.

“You’re okay,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him crumble beneath your touch, he sunk into your chest as he stared into your eyes. Searching them for reassurance. You begun playing with his blonde locks, a soft hum escaping your lips. You stole a glance at him. The moonlight cast a gentle glow upon his face, revealing the subtle contours of his gentle features. His eyes closed, his breath steadying into a rhythmic pattern,

"Lloyd?" you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. There was no response, only the soft sound of his breathing filling the room. Did he already fall back to sleep? You paused, carefully staring down at his face,

“Well, good night Lloyd... I love you," you murmured softly, turning your gaze towards the window.

Unseen by you, a small smile graced his lips, a ghost of a whisper that you unfortunately didn’t pick up,

“I love you too,”

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓝𝐘𝐀 〙ˎˊ˗

You sighed softly as you slipped into your gi, the weight of your mission pressing against your shoulders even before the sun had fully risen. With your weapon at your side, you gazed out at the horizon, thinking about the mission you had to do. It was a task that demanded your immediate attention, one that couldn't wait for the rest of the ninja to stir from their slumber.

As you prepared to summon your elemental dragon, a familiar voice yelled out to you,

"(Name)! Wait!" Your girlfriend, Nya, still in her Spiderman pajamas, dashed towards you with urgency in her step,

“Nya? What’s wrong?" you asked, concern knitting your brow.

"Nothing! I just wanted to say goodbye to you before you left," she replied, quickly kissing you on the cheek. A warmth spread through you at her touch, a feeling of comfort and belonging that only she could ignite.

"Bye (Name)," she said, her smile gentle, but then she hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.

“What’s up?” you prompted, curious about the sudden change in her facial expression.

With a sheepish grin, Nya shook her head and presented you with a basket of food. "I um... I also wanted to give you this basket of food. I didn’t want you to be hungry while on your mission, so take it as your breakfast... I mean it’s obviously not going to be as great as Zane’s cooking, I’m sure—"

You interrupted her rambling by accepting the basket with gratitude, your heart swelling with affection for her thoughtful gesture,

“Thank you, Nya,” You stared into her eyes in adoration. Sincerity seeping through your words.

"Of course! Stay safe, (Name)!" Nya beamed, her happiness contagious as she pulled you into a quick one-armed hug.

"Bye Nya, love you," you said absentmindedly, your focus already shifting towards the task at hand as you climbed onto your dragon's back. You weren’t paying attention to her flustered behavior.

You soared into the sky, leaving Nya behind on the ground. Little did you know, as you flew off into the distance, Nya was left beaming with joy, her heart bursting with the simple words you had spoken.

"I love you too, (Name)!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with happiness as she watched you disappear into the horizon.

With a gleeful bounce, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "THEY SAID THEY LOVE ME—“ She quickly scowled to herself,

“Control yourself, Nya, but still!! They said they loved me!!" she squealed, her laughter echoing in the quiet morning air. Most likely awaking most of the Monastery.

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓩𝐀𝐍𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

You sighed in frustration, your forehead meeting the cool surface of your desk with a dull thud. The blinking cursor on your computer screen taunted you as you tried to summon the words for your research paper. Procrastination had led you to this point, with the deadline looming close.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the muffled noise at your door until it creaked open, revealing the analytical gaze of the ice ninja, Zane,

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I heard sounds of frustration and thought I would offer my assistance," he said, his voice calm and measured.

You managed a weak smile at his considerate gesture. "It's not a problem, I've just hit a roadblock," you admitted, gesturing helplessly towards the computer screen.

"I see no genuine roadblock, do you perhaps mean that figuratively?" Zane inquired, his literal interpretation of your words drawing a chuckle from you. As he approached your desk and effortlessly began typing away at the keyboard, you watched in awe as he swiftly completed the research paper that had been taunting you for hours,

"I believe this should suffice in terms of information. All that's left is to write your conclusion," he remarked, turning towards you with a straightforward expression.

You were dumbfounded by his efficiency, unable to believe he had solved your problem in mere minutes,

“You didn't have to do that!" you exclaimed, your gratitude tinged with surprise.

"I was simply assisting you," Zane replied, his tone neutral, mistaking your reaction for displeasure. You rose from your seat suddenly and enveloped him in a grateful hug,

"Thank you, Zane. I love you," you murmured against his shoulder.

For a moment, there was silence as Zane processed your words, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he brought his arms back up to exchange the hug,

"(Name), you are the optimal configuration for my circuits, the irreplaceable code for my function. To put it in simpler terms, I love you too," he finally responded, his words tinged with a hint of warmth that belied his nindroid nature.

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[brain-rot-central]

Sex Dreamz

Set pre-first intimacy scene, but after the bite scene so you know he's a vampire.

Rating: E Pairing: Fem!Reader x Astarion Summary: Astarion is trancing but ends up having a sex dream about you both during his trance. His tadpole, unbeknownst to him, begins signaling to you to join in on his dream. The next day, he has absolutely no idea you saw everything the night before, and tries playing it off like he still has the complete upper hand.

Enjoy reading! There's a fun twist in this. 👀

CW: dubcon - inappropriate use of tadpole, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, not sure if this falls under the bdsm umbrella but I'll flag it, PiV, creampie

Sleep avoids you this night.

Your mind is racing, trying to process all that has happened over the last three weeks. You feel as though you've aged a lifetime in such a small span of time.

A soft rustling from your vampire companion jolts you from your thoughts. He chose to trance tonight, telling you earlier in the evening that he, too, had a lot to take in regarding their journey.

Yet, in the three weeks you've been together, you can't recall Astarion ever being so… animated in this state.

You're human, a soldier for the City Watch. You've little to no idea how trancing for elves works. To you, it's akin to sleeping. Astarion explained it once to you before, but it was in one ear, out the other by the time he reached the conclusion. You still remember the scowl on his face after you'd told him you didn't understand a word he just said.

He was really cute when he got flustered.

You watch him twitch again, his face now bunching up into a wince. Air is pushed from his nostrils in a quick huff as his head comes to rest toward one side. His face relaxes.

Is he… dreaming?

Can you even dream while trancing?

You're about to turn over to attempt some sleep when a warm caress begins to envelop your mind. The tadpole quivers within your skull.

It recognizes the intruder.

“Astarion?” your brain asks. You look over to your companion laying on the ground adjacent to you. You don't receive acknowledgement from him, though the warm embrace still remains.

His tadpole is asking to join yours.

Why would he want that, you wonder? Was he even aware? You close your eyes and lay back, allowing your mind to meld with his.

You're looking up at a young woman on top of you. She's grinding herself in your lap, cheeks stained red by the blush creeping up from her neck. Her lips are puffy, her jaw slack as soft moans fall from her throat with each rise and fall of her hips. Hands are gripping her thighs, fingertips sinking into the plush flesh, helping guide her rhythm.

It takes you a moment to realize that the hands on this woman's thighs are not your own. You look down to the apex of your thighs, astonished to find that this woman was spearing herself repeatedly over a cock, which was, in fact, not your own.

Finally, your eyes move up the woman's body. Her skin was pale and freckled, not unlike your own. Her thighs trailed up to widened hips, her hips narrowing a bit at the waist. Her breasts fall full and heavy from her chest; again, not much unlike your own.

It isn't until you see the woman's hair that it hits you.

This woman wasn't some random woman.

This woman was you.

Another realization washes over you: you're not looking from your own point of view.

You're looking at yourself from Astarion's point of view.

The cock between your thighs is Astarion's.

Astarion is having a sex dream… about you.

You feel everything through your tadpole connection. Your warm, tight, velvet heat pulling on his cock as you bounce in his lap. The weight of your hands splayed on his chest for balance. The sensation under his nails as they dig into the skin of your thighs.

You feel the rhythmic pull behind his pubic bone resonate within yourself. Your own mouth falls open simultaneously with his, his eyes rolling back into his skull behind hooded lids as his hips drive mindlessly into your core, chasing more of the sensation.

He looks down at the place you're joined and groans. You can see how much of a sopping mess he's made you, the length of him slick with your arousal. He places a thumb upon the swollen nub between your thighs, rubbing it in a circular pattern.

You watch through Astarion's eyes as your body convulses at this new sensation, feeling how your walls contract around him. He bends his legs at the knees and briefly places his hands on either side of your waist, tilting you back to rest against the tops of his thighs.

You throw your head back as his hips piston up into your core. He's gritting his teeth now, jaw tense as the coiling in his lower abdomen winds tighter. Your hands fly to the tops of his knees to hold yourself steady, a string of moans falling from your lips as the head of his cock catches repeatedly on that one spot that makes your vision turn white.

With one well angled thrust you're suddenly hanging over him, shouting out your pleasure as it rips up your spine. Astarion takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around your upper back, holding you tightly as he fucks you through your orgasm. His lips brush against the crook of your neck and he pants into your skin, leaning your head in a silent offering.

Astarion wastes little time. Shards of ice pierce the supple flesh of your neck as his canines rip through into your vein. You taste your blood on his tongue as it flows freely into his mouth. It's sweet, floral; a rush of heat shoots up Astarion's abdomen and the coil snaps. He's spilling over the edge, your walls still massaging his length with the remnants of your climax. He fucks his spend deeper into you with short snaps of his hips.

He unlatches from your neck, lapping up the small rivulets of blood that seep from your punctures, sighing in satisfaction as he finally lays his head back against the ground under him.

The connection suddenly breaks.

You're laying on your bedroll, as you had been prior, the embers of the fire before you flickering dully. You look over to the vampire laying off to your side. He looks… relieved. His face is relaxed, his breathing at an even tempo. Your eyes travel further down his form and catch the outline of… something, pushing against the front of his breeches.

A damp patch can be seen toward the head of the object; it takes your lust-clouded brain a minute to realize that object was indeed Astarion's cock, and that damp spot was his essence leaking from its tip, surely the result of his recent dream.

Yet, he remains entranced.

Did he really have no idea what just happened? Did he really not know his tadpole had revealed his thoughts?

The next day, while you're making your way to the Goblin Camp, Astarion pulls you briskly to the side. “Darling,” he begins, “I was just thinking about you!”

He continues on, telling you how he's “grown to like the whole package,” tells you he would like to share an evening with you. His voice is posh with a sort of sensuality to it, cool and completely composed.

It dawns on you that he's completely clueless as to what happened the night before. Completely ignorant of the fact that you know how he lusts for you.

You agree to his proposition, and he vows to meet you later tonight at someplace intimate after the others have fallen asleep. The tips of your fingers and toes tingle with anticipation of your fated encounter.

If it's to be anything like his dream, you simply cannot wait for the sun to set.

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous Masterlist

Introduction | Meeting 2 | 3

Fool's Game ~ Loki ~ 1 ~ 2

Countermeasure ~ Jake Jensen ~ 1 | 2

Shutter ~ Peter Parker ~ 1 | 2 | 3

Taking Root ~ Bucky Barnes ~ 1 | 2

Give and Take ~ Steve Rogers ~ 1 | 2

Fantasy ~ Curtis Everett ~ 1 | 2

Sparkle in my Eye ~ Captain Syverson ~ 1 | 2

Adore You ~ Thor ~ 1 ~ 2

Home Grown ~ Cole Turner ~ 1 ~ 2

Little Miss Sunshine ~ Nick Fowler ~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3

Straight to the Point ~ Ransom Drysdale ~ 1

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Peter Parker, skinny!Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Curtis Everett, Jake Jensen, Cole Turner, Captain Syverson, (so far)

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for each of the above. This is our introduction to the group.

Summary: men with illicit infatuations come together to share and plot their perfect fantasies.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Introduction

"Do you really think we need snacks?" Jake asks as he unwraps the pan of rice crispy squares with sprinkles and chocolate drizzle. "I didn't think so but my aunt gave them to me," Peter shrugs. "I don't know."

"You're aunt?" Jake scoffs. He might be a loser but he's no mama's boy.

"Yeah, I mean, I usually go to bingo with her on Wednesdays but then this came up and... I had to make an excuse. I told her we were campaigning," he shrugs. "So she said, oh I'll make you boys some snacks..."

"Right," Jensen crosses his arms, reassured that he's not the lamest one in the pack. Not so far.

"When's that buddy of yours showing up?"

"Curtis? Oh, he said he wasn't sure," Jake shrugs. He hopes he has a friendly face there but he understands if it doesn't pan out. They all have places they'd rather be.

"Kinda nervous, not gonna lie," Peter confesses. It was his idea that they all meet up but now he's kind of regretting it. Strangers on the internet, on discord of all places, aren't necessarily the trustworthy type. He figures he's on there though and he's not that bad.

"Well, you seem chill," Jake offers. "So..."

"Thanks, I guess," Peter huffs.

There's a scuff at the door. A skinny blond stands in the doorway, looking down the hall behind him. He smooths his hair with his sweaty hands, slightly trembling. "Buck," he calls out in a voice deeper than one would guess by his appearance. "Down here." "Yeah, yeah," another replies behind the tramp of thick treads. "Looking for a john in this place. Shouldn't have had coffee."

"Oh, uh, Steve?" Peter greets uncertainly, "if I have that right?"

"That's me, yeah." He clears his throat and faces them. His nose is too big for his face, like a beak. The rest of him is tiny. He makes Peter feel big. Just like his special one... they'll get to that in a minute.

His friend catches up to him. Stood right behind him, he looks massive. Peter knows him too. Virtually at least. 

"And Bucky?" Peter adds. The other guy grunts and nods.

"This all?" Steve looks around at the mostly empty room.

"There's food?" Bucky wonders as he combs through his long hair. "Wasn't aware this was a catered event."

"Just snacks," Peter insists. He doesn't need any more hazing. Next time, he'll leave May's baking at home.

Steve wrings his hands before tucking them into his pockets. He chews his cheeks as Bucky heads for the snacks and greets Jake. There's more voices coming.

"Brother, don't be so grim," the large blond enters buoyantly, "it's about time you made some friends."

"I have friends," a slither returns dully.

"Ah, it is Peter!" Thor booms, not needing any introduction, though Peter wonders how he recognises him. "And let me guess, Jake with the glasses. Bucky has the shaggy hair like a dog, and Steve is slighter in frame."

"How..." Jake mutters.

"It is a gift of mine," he proclaims, "I'm Thor in case you couldn't guess. Oh and this," he pulls the other man forward and slings his arm over his lithe shoulders. "Is my brother, Loki."

Peter considers the uninvited sibling. Not as tall as his brother, or thick, and with sleek black hair and a long nose. They don't look related at all.

"I didn't know we were bringing plus ones," Bucky chews on a tart.

"Me either," Jake says.

"Oh, I do hope you don't mind. I wanted to invite him to the chat prior but... he is not often on the phone."

"It's fine," Peter assures, "I guess."

Bucky grumbles with less optimism and Jake sways. It's not exactly a gaming group or wholesome in any manner. Outsiders aren't safe.

"Relax, he has a special one," Thor girds. "Haven't you, brother?"

"I told you to mind your business," Loki retorts and gets only laughter in return.

"Jensen," a man enters without hesitation and marches to aforementioned man.

"Curt," Jake greets him with a nod, "you made it."

"Not thanks to... you!" He spots Thor and squares his shoulder. "You know, that truck is too big for your skillset."

"Ah, yes, it is only a ding, we will exchange info after," Thor rubs his neck with a guilty smile.

"Who are we missing?" Steve asks.

"Sy?" Jake suggests. "Don't think anyone else could make it."

"I'm here!" A sudden scramble through the door ends in a heap on the floor. The group of men turn to face the newcomer. "Urgh, ow." The man lays on his back after his slip. "I'm okay!"

He sits up and rubs the back of his head. Bucky tuts, "smooth."

"I'm--" the man pushes himself to his feet, "Cole. Ugh, I had to drive all the way here-- well, I know we all did, but, just not used to city roads."

"Cole," Peter is the first to approach, it's strange being the one doing most of the leading. Especially among this bunch. "Hey, nice to meet you. Peter."

He goes around the room and introduces everyone. Cole repeats each name anxiously. A sole squeaks through the door and a throat clears. A burly man with a baseball cap and scuffy bear wears a canvas jacket in grey camo.

"Sy," he intones as he enters. "Oh, are those brownies?"

"Right, that's everyone," Jake declares. "So, uh... what now?"

[colemorrison]

"You're late."

He spoke, his words lacked emotion often, it made understanding him harder but you knew better.

"I.. I know. I got lost."

Kratos saw the deep wound on your arm, poorly 'covered' by your free hand.

"You're hurt."

"It's nothing. Just had a run in with some draugr."

The god came closer, softly grabbing your arm and examining the wound.

"Atreus, we need bandages."

"Yes father."

The quiet voice responded.

“You need to be more careful. Let me accompany you in the future.”

“I.. okay.”

[letternotekisses]

Bro I cant even think of specifics would you be able to write a Cassidy drabble i need him incredibly bad

save a horse...yk the drill <3 nsfw below da cut

Cassidy grunts softly, chewing on the end of his cigar as you make your way over with a disapproving look on your face, you're shaking your head and grumbling at the sight of his injuries. He could care less about his scuffed up state - not when it was you tending to him. Cole is quick to flick the ash away, chucking the cigar and stomping it out once you reach his side.

Cassidy proudly presents himself to you as if his injuries were a badge of honour, grinning to himself when you fail to keep your stern expression, a small smile gracing your perfect lips. You're quick to cut through the fabric of his shirt to get to the nasty gash beneath, and he exhales through his teeth once your warm palms ghost his skin.

He should feel guilty - really, fantasising about the sweet little apprentice medic just doing her job. But he just can't help himself, shifting a hand over his belt uneasily when his mind starts to wander to deeper territories.

Cassidy wonders if you'd scream for him when he speared you open on his meaty cock, crying out his name as he pins you down with his bulk, grinding into you as you grasp at the cotton of his bedsheets below. He wonders if you'd claw at his back, marking him up and scratching gently at the weathered skin as he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your needy hole.

He'd cup your jaw, holding your chin gently as if to guide you whilst you parted those pretty lips around his shaft. Would you look up at him with watery eyes, fluttering your lashes like the sweet thing you were? Or would you take him to the hilt, gagging messily around his cock like a little slut?

Would you beg for more? Would you drool into his sheets as he holds your thighs apart, watching the way his cock disappears into your hot, wet cunt?

Cole shudders, just the thought of your pretty little pussy enough to have him hardening in his trousers. You're too focused on mending the wound on his side - your touches soft and fleeting. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to eat you out until you're whiny and overstimulated, he wants to hear you complain about the beard burn between your legs the morning after. He wants you--

You suddenly clear your throat, and his honey brown eyes snap to you with the same sleazy gleam you'd grown accustomed to. You gesture towards his side, all immaculately cleaned up and covered with protective dressing.

Cassidy grins, tipping a hat to you with the intent of asking you for a drink later. "Thanks, doc."

[yandereunsolved]

✧ .ೃ࿐ Yandere Criston Cole .ೃ࿐✧

cw(s): murder (non-descript)

Those molasses-colored eyes widening into an angelic innocence is what has kept him firmly at your side all these years.

A guard, right? Nothing more. No matter the times, he has healed your heart and body. The wounds he has chosen to bare on his own body to keep yours pristine. 

Like a direwolf, he was possessive of his territory. His bite was far more damaging than simply his bark. A bark that was constantly stiffened by the muzzle you forced onto him. When he raised his hackles, you scolded him more often than not.

A scratch here and there seemed to appease you. So instead of laying his caught prey at your feet, as he would so reverently do, he hid it.  

An insignificant human life snuffed out here and there wouldn't catch your attention. The slaughter of your suitors did. However, Criston was always at your side. The possibility of it being him was nearly impossible. Surely it was an overzealous admirer or an estranged family member keeping you from furthering the bloodline.

Any distress from those who have been struck dead around you was met with a comforting hand wiping your tears. A hand calloused from many years of mastering the art of the blade. A hand that held the deaths of many with a firm, righteous grip. A hand that day by day became more daring. That gentle grip was incrementally replaced with a restrictive one. All for you.

Everything has been for you.

So when you find him, sins coating not just his armor but also his face, you scold him. The limp body beneath him is simply another slain adversary. Your naivety from being shielded all these years is on full display. That side of Criston only his enemies see dissipates, and your lovely lapdog is back at your feet. He whispers his apologies as he continues to construct the fabricated reality you so eagerly believe. 

"I apologize. They were threatening to lay a hand on you. You know I would never let that happen."

[babyflorencee]

Jealousy

Gilbert Blythe x fem!Reader

The sun dipped below the rolling hills of Avonlea, casting an amber glow across the landscape. Gilbert Blythe, with his characteristic disheveled hair and thoughtful gaze, strolled through the orchard, a place that had witnessed the blossoming of friendships and the unveiling of emotions.

Avonlea was abuzz with preparations for the upcoming fair, a festivity Y/n L/n held dear in her heart. As Gilbert walked past the vibrant stalls and fluttering banners, he couldn't help but notice the vivacity in Y/n's step, her eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm that painted the world in hues of her imagination.

Yet, beneath Gilbert's calm exterior, a storm brewed. A quiet jealousy, like an unexpected visitor, had taken residence in his heart. It wasn't the kind born out of malice but rather a realization of the changing dynamics between them.

Y/n, oblivious to the tempest within Gilbert, happily chatted with Cole and Diana, her laughter weaving into the summer breeze. As Gilbert observed from a distance, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was standing on the periphery of her universe.

His heart, usually steady as the Avonlea river, now raced with an unfamiliar cadence. Why did he feel this way? Gilbert grappled with the turmoil, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the fair's prize ribbon he held.

Later that day, under the canopy of stars, Gilbert found himself by the bridge, a place where moments unfolded like chapters in a story. The rhythmic sound of cicadas filled the air as Y/n approached, her gaze alighting upon Gilbert's contemplative silhouette.

"Hey, Gil. Are you alright?" Y/n inquired, a glimmer of concern in her eyes.

The words struggled to find their way out of Gilbert's mouth, but the truth, as elusive as it was, demanded expression. "Y/n, do you ever feel like things are changing, and you're not sure where you fit in anymore?"

Y/n’s brows furrowed, “Change is a constant, Gilbert. But you'll always have a place in my heart. In my world." With the last sentence that left her mouth, her eyes softened, feeling sadness for the boy standing by her.

His heart, still entangled with vines of uncertainty, yearned for more. With a breath held in the quiet night, Gilbert spoke the words that fluttered within. "Y/n, it's not just about the changing world. It's about me, about us. It's about what we could possibly be. I can't stand on the sidelines anymore, y/n. I want to be more than a distant star in your sky."

It was a balm to Gilbert's restless heart, and yet, a lingering question remained unspoken. As they stood on the bridge, the moon casting its silver glow upon the water, the bond between them seemed to shimmer with an understanding beyond words.

Y/n's eyes widened, finally realizing the gravity of his confession. "Gilbert..."

Before she could say more, he took a step closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "I can't hold back any longer," he admitted, and in the soft glow of moonlight, he kissed her.

Their lips met, a silent promise of untold emotions and uncharted paths. The orchard witnessed the quiet culmination of a friendship blossoming into something more, as the stars overhead continued their timeless dance. In that stolen moment, Gilbert and Y/n discovered a new chapter in the story of Avonlea—a chapter written with ink that glistened with spoken feelings.

[draczrys]

I know Criston Cole is not who you usually write for and I know he’s not a fan favorite but could you write a Drabble or one shot of Criston Cole x Reader? I love Fabian Frankel and just wish to read something with one of his characters. Much love! 💕

brb just added him to my muse list bc mr fabian is yum & early s1 criston is bearable. and this trope!! my fave medieval theme ever. like wdym i’m not supposed to love a boy w big brown eyes

COURTLY LOVE. ❨ criston cole x reader ❩

the standing of a riverland lord's youngest daughter was nothing of note to the realm. little to inherit, a pitiful dowry, barely a suitor at the door. so, the seven must have blessed you the day queen aemma requested your presence at court. the princess was of age now, and in need of ladies in waiting of noble birth.

suddenly, the world was a different place. thrown into the deep end of the red keep, you had all the dresses you wished for and every suitor at court vying for your hand in marriage. no longer just an unknown lady, but a lady of the crown. still, there wasn't a single lord or son that caught your eye. not since you saw him.

"... ser criston cole!"

your breath had caught in your throat as the young knight shed his helmet and blinked up to the royal box, respects paid to the king before he looks to you.

"i would like to ask for your lady's favour, if she would be so kind," he spoke, voice smooth, eyes never leaving your own. if it weren't for rhaenyra's elbow in your side, you're sure you would have stared all day.

"best of luck, ser," comes your wishes, leaning over the wooden rail to drop your favour over his joust. you had spent a whole day on it, the princess on her's too, weaving daisies and lavender into a pretty ring. "i hope that you win."

"as do i," criston muses, smirking. "if it means speaking with you again, my lady."

a blush burns at your cheeks, hurrying to sit back down. you ignore rhaenyra's teasing and watch the knight mount his horse, readying himself for the competition. he knocks down lord after lord, knight after knight, even defeating prince daemon. the heat in your chest has your heart beating quicker, head somewhat hazy as you watch on in delight.

the chaos of a tourney day sweeps you up from your daydreaming, ushered behind the princess to dress her for the feast. though she speaks to you as you braid her hair, it's barely audible past the heavy thoughts of the knight in your ears. eventually, when rhaenyra is summoned to her mother, you find the time to catch your breath in an empty hallway. leaning against the cold stone, your eyes squeeze shut to urge any romantic ideas from your mind.

"my good luck charm."

the sudden voice startles you, turning quickly to ready yourself in defence. but there, only a few steps away, is your knight. for a moment, you think he's talking about you. noting your furrowed brows and slightly cocked head, he raises the favour you had gifted into view.

"ah," you breathe out, a smile growing on your lips. "i'm glad it was of use."

criston mirrors your smile, steps closing the space between you, his armour clinking as it still rests on his bones. his arm reaches out, offering the flowered ring back to you. "it is custom the knight returns the favour to the lady, if they have survived."

glancing at the branches and petals your hands had tirelessly woven, then back to the warm eyes that watch you so carefully, that strange feeling creeps back into your chest. you shake your head.

"keep it," you urge, cheeks rounding. "perhaps it will bring you luck again."

cole's brows raise, interest obviously piqued at your suggestion. his smile turns crooked, eyes sparkling with a life you'd only seen outside of the walls of the keep.

"and will you be present, again? in case it is you, and not the favour, that has blessed me." his tongue is playful and teasing, but his eyes hold a sincerity you daren't question.

"i cannot promise my presence to be so virtuous." you giggle breathily, eyes darting to the ground for a moment to spare yourself the dizziness that comes from his gaze. "and i should--"

"a kiss then."

the blunt but hopeful proposition snaps your eyes back to him, unsure of whether to be more shocked, offended or delighted. criston smirks, obviously enjoying your surprise. "as a precaution, of course."

stomach jumping with nerves, heart dancing with excitement, you watch his eyes carefully in an attempt to gauge whether he was taunting you or not. but no, still only genuine.

shuffling forward, close enough now, you slowly stretch upwards onto your tiptoes. eyes locked, your lips journeying closer to his cheek - slightly stubbled, but littered with freckles. they barely brush his skin before he turns his head, quicker than you can notice, replacing his cheek with his lips.

the surprise that overtakes you is quickly subdued by the sweet taste of his kiss. his lips soft, just relishing in yours. not desperate or rough as you had seen with older lords and ladies, but delicate and kind. he only parts when he feels you swoon a little in his arms, smiling against the aftertaste of the kiss. breathless, you look at each other, caught up in the warmth between you.

"my lady," criston murmurs, stepping back from your space when he hears the distant patter of feet. bowing at the waist, his eyes still linger on your own. "until next time."

[justanoasisimagines]

Lyks

Summary; While training with Aemond, Criston gets a pleasent time which leads to a reveling conversation. Pairing; Criston Cole x Wife!Reader WordCount; 422 Warnings; N/A A/N; This turned out to be based off an idea I have a potentional series. I'll be writing the first part soon. Also requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

Criston swung his sword with expert precision. His practice partner was no match for him. One day he would, no doubt the young Prince would beat him soon enough.

Criston peered up at the women and children observing the training session unfold. Momentarily distracted, the sword was expelled from his hands.

"My sister has distracted you Ser Criston," Aemond noted as Criston leaned down to retrieve his sword.

"She is a welcomed distraction, one I am always willing to take." Criston observed the young boy begin to sprint down toward the training ground.

"Kepa, Uncle, can I join?" Aeryn yelled as he slid to a halt. Aemond reached out to stabilize the four-year-old.

Aemond grasped his nephew throwing him into the air. Aeryn's laughter echoed through the courtyard. Criston's eyes flickered up back towards the woman standing above them. A smile graced his lips while his heart filled with adoration.

"What do you say? Shall we beat your father again?" Aemond grasped the sword, allowing his nephew to wrap his hand around it also. The whole scene was touching to observe. Aeryn was not strong enough to hold a sword yet but he would be.

Criston prepared his stance as the two lunged at him, the clashing of swords as Aeryn's laughter brought lightness to a usually monotonous occasion. Aeryn's brows frowned the concentration hard on his face.

The "Battle" continued for some time. Criston suddenly let the sword "slip" out of his hand onto the ground.

"Mama, look, Uncle and I won! Did you see it? Did you see?" Aeryn exclaimed. You began to walk down toward, the three of them.

"I did. You are going to be as strong as your Kepa and Uncle one day" Aeryn looked at his mother with such adoration, While Criston admired how far his family had come.

Aeryn squirmed down as he led his little sister Aslyanne to check out all of the weaponry laid out for training.

"My father has not done much in attempting to provide this family with any peace. Not since he declared Rhaenrya as heir, Yet allowing you to marry her, my older sister was the best decision he ever made," Aemond regarded as he stepped closer into Criston's space. Observing his niece and nephew interact, the fascination in his nephew's eyes.

"She is the link between you all. I don't doubt tensions would fray further if it was not for her. She is the peace, the harmony, the love and the patience you all need in one person."

"I must agree with you she is. Time will tell how influential she is in maintaining the peace within this family."

[geoxstxrs]

the only correct ninjago tierlist . argue with a wall or however that saying goes

( click for better quality... tumblr hates me )

[luvlloyd]

idek if this account is active anymore or not, BUUUUTTTTTTT can i pls request the ninja ( or js kai and lloyd eheh ) with an asthmatic reader?? i recently got diagnosed with it and i js want sone comfort😭😭

🌱🌿 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄: headcannons & short blurbs!

╰┈➤ how would the ninjas take care of their partner with asthma?

🍃 WARNINGS: angst/fluff, just comfort in general

🌳 CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Cole, Kai and Lloyd (separately), x (gender neutral) reader

🌴 AUTHORS NOTE: so.. i use this account.. but don’t USE this account if ykwim.. this is also me finding out i had requests in my inbox but i never checked until i saw this notification on my homescreen after like.. a year.. 😭😭😭 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I DROPPED EVERYTHING I WAS DOING TO PROVIDE U W/ THE COMFORT U DESERVE!! ILY ILY AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF THIS DOESN’T SEEM ACCURATE I RESEARCHED THE BEST I COULD ☹️❤️

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓒𝐎𝐋𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

cole is naturally an overcaring person, so if he found out his partner had asthma or any health issue you BEST believe this man is changing his entire schedule and lifestyle for you.. even if it’s something not even that life changing like being anemic or something 😭

he will constantly check in on you after anything from a quick jog or just if the air is extra cool outside this morning

speaking of cold air, if the weather is really cold or if you get sick and it worses your asthma this man is making you warm tea to soothe your throat

he will still make you train w/ him, he doesn’t want you to be under the impression that having asthma makes you “weak” in anyway

but… at the same time he makes sure that you don’t push your limits at all while training, always keeping an eye on you and will FORCE you to take breaks.

if it ever feels really bad he will carry you anytime you feel extra out of breath, just to make sure, and no he doesn’t care if it’s in public or not.

The dojo was quiet, the faint rustling of trees outside the only sound filling the space. The others had gone off for a daily sprint, but you had tapped out early, sitting on the edge of the mat with your arms wrapped around your knees.

Cole noticed. Your boyfriend always did..

Without a word, he plopped down next to you, stretching his legs out with a relaxed sigh, “Y’know, if you wanted a break, you could’ve just said so instead of trying to keep up with Kai.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes,” “I was fine.”

“Mmhmm.” He didn’t look convinced, but gave you a silly smirk that you hated adored.

You sighed, feeling the slight tightness still lingering in your chest. “Okay, maybe I wasn’t fine. I just… I hate feeling like I have to sit out.”

Cole tilted his head, watching you for a moment before shifting closer. “You’re not sitting out. You’re listening to yourself.” He gently nudged your shoulder. “And that’s smart. Smarter than Kai, who nearly set his eyebrows on fire earlier.”

You laughed, a breathy sound that made his eyes brighten. “That actually happen?”

“Oh yeah. Jay screamed louder than Nya did when she found out he broke her wrench.”

That made you laugh harder, and Cole grinned like he’d won something.

After a moment, you felt his hand settle against your back, warm, grounding it makes you shiver. He rubbed slow lazy circles between your shoulder blades, like it was the most natural thing in the world, “You don’t have to push yourself so hard, y’know. We’re a team. I’ve got your back, always.”

Something about the way he said it made warmth bloom in your chest. You hesitated, then leaned into his side, just enough to feel the steady rise and fall of his breath. He didn’t move away. If anything, he just got more comfortable, resting his chin lightly atop your head,

“Just breathe,” he murmured, “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

And with him beside you, it was easy to believe that.

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓚𝐀𝐈 〙ˎˊ˗

idc what anyone says, he’d tease you for having asthma, especially if you start wheezing and are out of breath,

like “hey hot stuff.. seems like you’re out of breath for me? hmm?” Cue the eyebrow wiggles.

please smack the bastard 🙏 Nya smacks her brother for you every time

Will be overprotective of you 24/7 every day, like he understands that you may just want some independence… but.. HE JUST GETS WORRIED OKAY??

will not let you train, you look far more attractive sitting still and watching him 💗

he’s under the impression that you don’t NEED to train, he’ll always be there to protect you

If you somehow manage to persuade him to allow you to train then he’ll be surprisingly patient with you and take as many breaks as you want

if anyone says a single comment about your asthma, he may throw hands. Even if it’s a innocent question he will grumble and stare daggers

he’s the only one who can bully you abt it.

he carries a scarf when the seasons gets colder just for you, he naturally can keep himself warm so he doesn’t need that stuff, he just wants to make sure you don’t hurt your throat from the extra chilly weather

he searched up everything about asthma for you late night once, heard that it makes people sensitive to dirt.

that discovery leads to him cleaning YOUR room, HIS room, the entire MONASTERY just to make sure your exposure isn’t that bad

and you never tell him whether or not you’re actually that sensitive to dirt (i mean why would you? free cleaning??)

he won’t tell you but the idea of Asthma Attacks scare the living day out of him

will go to Nya for help as though she has experience 😭🙏🙏

The flickering glow of Kai’s phone screen was the only light in the otherwise dark room. He was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, eyes slightly narrowed in concentration as he scrolled through article after article:

| Common asthma triggers

| How to help partner that has Asthma?

| Can exercise make asthma worse?

His brows furrowed as he clicked another link. He wasn’t great at research, that was more of Zane’s thing, but tonight he was determined. You always acted like your asthma wasn’t a big deal, brushing it off when he teased you or when training got too intense. But after seeing you struggle to catch your breath earlier that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He hated feeling helpless. If there was anything… anything… he could do to make things easier for you, he was going to figure it out. Then a sleepy voice cut through the quiet,

“…Kai..?”

His head shot up like he’d been caught doing something embarrassing. He turned to see you standing in the doorway, rubbing your eyes, wearing one of his hoodies that was way too big on you. His heart did a weird little flip.

“What are you doing up?” you asked groggily, stepping closer as you rubbed your eyes.

Kai hesitated, then tried (and failed) to casually lock his phone and shove it under his pillow. “Nothing, just…uh—couldn’t sleep”

You squinted at him, then, too quick for him to stop you, you snatched his phone and unlocked the screen. Your tired brain took a second to process what you were looking at before your heart melted,

Kai groaned, flopping onto his back and throwing an arm over his face, “Maybe”

You stared at him for a moment before breaking into a small smile. Sitting on the edge of his bed, you nudged his side, “That’s kinda sweet, you know.”

“Don’t make it weird,” His voice was muffled, but he peeked at you from under his arm.

You giggled, setting his phone on the nightstand before lying down next to him. He turned his head toward you, eyes flickering across your face, taking in the way your lashes brushed your cheeks, the soft curve of your lips,

“You really don’t have to worry so much,” you murmured.

Kai sighed, “I know, but I still do.” He hesitated, then added, “I just… I don’t like seeing you struggle. If I can help, I wanna know how.”

Your chest warmed at his honesty. You reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair out of his face, “You already help more than you know, Kai.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the way the corners of his lips twitched up,

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go thinking this means I won’t still tease you”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Wouldn’t expect anything less from your hothead.”

Kai smirked, then, before you could react, he pulled you against his chest, arms wrapped securely around you. You let out a small oof, but quickly relaxed into his warmth, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Just so you know,” he muttered into your hair, “if you ever need me, I got you.”

You smiled against his red hoodie, embracing his warmth happily. “I know”

And with that, you both drifted off, Kai holding you like he never wanted to let go.

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓛𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 〙ˎˊ˗

Keeps an extra inhaler on him at all times, in his pocket

asthma attack? not on his watch!

checks on you frequently, not overbearingly but enough to make sure you’re fine.

will text you when he is on a mission or not around you to make sure everything is okay.

If you have trouble sleeping because of your asthma best believer he is doing everything he can

Goes out of his way to buy a humidifier or air purifier for you

Whenever he walks with you he intentionally steers you away from anyone smoking or areas he knows smoking takes place just in case

teaches you breathing exercises and will do them with you every morning and night

he keeps like… a trigger log? idk trigger journal? he notes when your condition worsens and keeps track in a NOTEBOOK or his notes app

I have a feeling he secretly gets all this information from Zane and Garmadon 😭

showers you w/ love regardless

If you want to continue training he’ll be your instructor, and he’ll happily create a custom plan for you to make sure that your happy and healthy

It was late evening, and you were sitting outside the Monastery, enjoying the cool breeze that signaled the end of a warm day. The world around you was calm, but your chest felt heavy, and each breath was a little more strained than usual. You hadn’t been doing anything strenuous, but your asthma sometimes flared up unexpectedly.

You tried to keep it together, not wanting to worry anyone. But the harder you tried to focus on the sunset, the more aware you became of the tightness in your chest. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale…

It wasn’t long before Lloyd noticed you sitting by yourself, looking a little too still. His instinct immediately kicked in….

something wasn’t right.

Quietly, he made his way over to you, his footsteps soft on the ground, “Hey, everything okay?” he asked gently, his tone already laced with concern.

You turned to him with a small smile,though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. You exhaled faintly, “Yeah, just… feeling a little off. I’m okay, don’t worry.”

But Lloyd wasn’t fooled. He could see the way you were trying to catch your breath, and it made his heart tighten.

“You’re not okay,” he said softly but firmly, kneeling beside you, “You’ve got that look, you know. Let me help.”

Before you could protest, Lloyd reached into his pocket and pulled out your inhaler. You hadn’t even realized you’d left it in your bag, but of course, Lloyd always kept track of these things.

“You’re not going anywhere until you take a puff,” he said with a smile, obviously not upset, just concerned, his voice full of that warm, caring energy you adored so much.

You hesitated for a moment, but the kindness in his eyes made it hard to argue. With a soft sigh, you accepted the inhaler, taking a deep breath as you used it. The tightness in your chest slowly started to ease, and you could finally take in a full breath without struggle.

Lloyd sat beside you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder, “Feeling better?”

You nodded, feeling a lot more at ease now, but you could still hear the worry in his voice as he spoke again, “You’re sure you’re okay? No more struggling?”

You smiled at him, the simple act of him just being there with you making you feel so much better, “I’m good now. Thanks for noticing, Lloyd.”

He grinned showing his perfect pearly whites, his usual playful energy shining through, “Of course I noticed! How could I not? You’re kind of my favorite person to look after.”

Your heart fluttered a little at his words. He was always so sweet, even if he tried to hide it behind his teasing.

Lloyd’s eyes softened, and without missing a beat, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting side hug,“Just don’t scare me like that again, okay? I want to make sure you’re always feeling your best.”

You snuggled closer to him, feeling so safe and warm in his arms, “I promise…” You sigh, I’m lucky to have you looking out for me.”

Lloyd’s smile turned even brighter, his hand gently brushing through your hair as he held you close, “Always. I’m never going anywhere.”

You both sat there for a while, watching the stars start to twinkle in the night sky, feeling completely at peace. For all the things you couldn’t control, at least you knew that with Lloyd by your side, you’d always be cared for.

[86espresso]

Hi! Can I please request “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry” with Cole Caufield?

hii! thank you for requesting ! 🩷

☯︎ “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry”

YOU had no idea what the hell was wrong with you.

You realized two sentences in to the argument that Cole was, in fact, right. Your stubborn self wasn’t ready to admit it yet and now it’s escalating and Cole’s eye is twitching at every word coming out of your mouth.

“Oh my god, Cole, just give it up.”

“Just give it up? Yeah, I’ll just give- I’m literally right, [ ].”

You feel your face scrunch as it got more serious. You knew you could end it right here and be happy and carefree for the rest of the night, but you also didn’t want to back down.

“Well, I-”

It all happened so fast.

Your arm accidentally flung and knocked over a glass on the kitchen counter. You watched as it shattered into pieces at your bare feet and feel the tears spring to your eyes.

“Oh fuck- baby, are you okay?”

You look up at Cole’s concerned face, watching his eyes survey you. He noted the tears in your eyes and panicked, slipping on his shoes.

“Hold on. Don’t move an inch. I’ll get you.”

And he did. He stepped carefully over the pieces of glass, picked you up in his arms, and got you over to the carpet, and set you down. You didn’t let him go your tears falling on his shoulder.

“I knew I was wrong. I’m sorry.” You sniffled. You felt him rub your back soothingly.

“Oh, I know. Princess treatment been too excessive lately, I’ll have to lay off.”

You laugh wetly and pull back, wiping your tears. “I’m sorry about the glass, too. Can I borrow your shoes? I’ll go clean-”

“Oh, there’s no fucking way I’m letting you near the kitchen right now. I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

“Princess treatment much?”

He just looked back at you and grinned.

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

The Backwoods AU

A Special Sort of Craving (Lloyd Hansen, The Gray Man)

The Detour (Thor, MCU)

The Stranger (Chris, Destroyer)

Forget-Me-Not (Loki, MCU)

The Farmer’s Daughter (Walter Marshall, Night Hunter)

The Rebound (Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer)

Second Best (Lee Bodecker, The Devil All the Time)

Crossed Wires (Andy Barber, Defending Jacob & Cole Turner, Ghosted)

Daddy Lesson (Rafe Cameron, OBX, Outer Banks)

All Things End (Arvin Russell, The Devil All the Time)

THTH (Ransom Drysdale, Knives Out)

Called To Duty (Captain Syverson, Sand Castle)

Unmanageable (Pete Brenner, Pain Hustlers)

A Place in the Sun (Nick Fowler, The 355)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Exchange

Warnings: allusions to parental abuse, non/dubcon, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: Your father surprises you for Christmas.

Character: Cole Turner

Day Twenty-Three of the December Daze Challenge.

Prompt - let me dust the snow off your coat/hat/shoulder 

Note: As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” Your father’s snarl sends the turkey slipping back into the sink. You spin to face him, holding up your cold hands. 

“Daddy, just doin’ up the turkey,” you blink. “It’s thawed now--” 

“I don’t care about the fuckin’ turkey,” he retorts. “Should be gettin’ yourself ready.” 

You frown and look down at yourself. You wear one of his old shirts, the Ford tee with the hole near the hem and a loose cardigan Shelby from down the way gave you, over loose sweats that were once also his. Nothing you have it really your own, it’s only his scraps, what he doesn’t need anymore. 

“Ready for what?” 

“You questioning me, girl?” He growls. 

You gulp and shake your head. You lower your hand, keeping them away from your clothes as you’re all too aware of the raw poultry all over them. You stare at him. 

“Yes, sir, I'll get ready,” you step forward hesitantly, uncertain as you watch him.  

He huffs through his nose and curls his lip, “presents on your bed. Figure it out.” 

You nod as you come close to him, wary of a lunge as you thank him under your breath. He only shoulders past you and goes to the counter. You’re confused.

Your father doesn’t get you gifts. He doesn’t get anyone gifts. You spent weeks thrifting what you could to give to your aunt and uncles when they got here, altering it all to make it presentable, but he only ever reads his sci-fi books and makes demands. 

You go to the bathroom to wash your hands. You look at yourself in the mirror. Anxiety tenses in your cheeks. Every day roils with the same uneasiness. Every day for more than two decades. You should want to get away but complacence is easier. He hates you but for whatever reason he won’t let you go. 

You go to your room. There’s a bag on your bed. You don’t know why you expected something wrapped or a bow. Still, your surprised by the contents of the paper bag. 

A pink dress with long bloused sleeves and a short skirt. You lift it out and stare in disbelief. You lay it on the bed and take out the shoes with it; little white booties with fur. At the bottom, there’s a box with shiny colours streaked across it; makeup? 

Your father’s footsteps have you facing the door and he appears in his stained flannel, slurping his instant coffee. “Well?” 

“Thank you, daddy, it’s really nice--” 

“Get a move on,” he snaps his fingers at you. 

“Oh, uh, yes, sir,” you shrink down and turn to gather up the things. 

“Make sure you wash all of ya,” he sneers. “You smell like a dead bird.” 

You swallow down your embarrassment. It feels like a trick. Why would he get you such nice things but still be so mean? Where did he get the money? His Christmas bonus always goes to whatever car he’s clanking around on in the garage. 

You go to your dresser and fish out a bra and some clean underwear. Everything you have are handmedown. They are all forgotten, like you. It feels so strange to have anything brand new. 

You take it all to the bathroom and start the shower. You stick to the golden rule; no more than three minutes to get washed up. Don’t waste the damn water, your father’s voice haunts you. 

You dry off and dress. The dress is nice but a bit snug. It’s too short, isn’t it? You tug at it until you can breathe. 

You once more face your reflection. You are lost. You do your best to tame your hair then put on the dollar store cream.  

You open the box of cosmetics. You read each label and search for any instructions. There’s nothing.  

You uncap the liner and examine the tip. You pull your eyelid taut and meticulous draw a thin line over the edge. You let it go. It looks okay. Not tacky or anything. You do the other and do your best to even them out. 

Next the mascara. You fear scraping your eyes but coat your lashes without incident. It looks better now. You blink as you take in the effect. The blush... you’re not very sure. You blend a bit into your cheeks but don’t think it makes much difference. 

Finally, you gloss your lips with the stick of pink. You like the colour but the sheen feels unnatural and sticky. Your father clears his throat as he prowls outside. You sniff and pack everything up. That’s as good as it gets. 

You step out as he grumbles in the kitchen door frame. You glance over and he huffs. “Put the damn shoes on. Whatcha draggin’ your ass for?” 

You flit back to your room and grab the boots. You think of grabbing socks or something but you don’t have anything to go with the dress. Your legs will just be cold. 

You come back out on the heels, wobbling slightly. Your father storms at you from the front door, moving quicker than you’ve seen. He shoves your coat at you. You pout as you try to unravel his intent. 

“Daddy?” 

“Go wait outside. He'll be here soon, won’t he?” 

“He? Daddy?” 

“You’re so fucking mouthy, go.” 

He jams his thumb at the door and you flinch. You take the coat and pull it on. It doesn’t go with the dress or boots. What’s going on? 

“Are you coming?” 

“Fuck off,” he pushes you toward the door and you stumble into it. 

You put your chin down as you plant your feet and pull away from the door. You put the coat on before you untwist the lock. You are lost. 

He slams the door behind you before you can shut it yourself. You shiver as you step onto the porch and search the wintery country fields. There isn’t much snow, enough to dust the ground, but the air is crisp. Your legs are scalded by the early freeze. 

You stare off in the distance. Your heart pumps faster as a thought startles you. Did your daddy just kick you out? Why? On Christmas? 

You see the square headlights first. The pale blue truck winds down the hidden dirt road and steers towards the old homestead. You squeeze yourself as another chill sweeps over you as you watch the approach. Hooked to the back of the truck is a long trailer, the contents covered. 

You recognise the silver trim of the truck. You squint at Cole through the windshield as he pulls up, the exhaust clouding the frigid air. The door shrieks as he pushes it open and you chatter as you bring your hands to your raw cheeks. 

“Hey, you look frozen,” he says. “Merry Christmas.” 

“M-merry Christmas, sir,” you call back. You still don’t understand. 

“I’ll just unhook the load for your dad, then we can head out,” he grins as he keeps his hand on his open truck door. “Got the heat going, you wanna get in before you freeze your knees off?” 

You wince and turn to peek at the windows. Huh? You shrug and come down the steps. You’re so cold, you don’t care. You just want to stop shivering. 

Cole closes the driver’s door and leads you around to the passenger’s side. He pauses to dust snow off your shoulder as flakes swirl down lazily. His touch somehow makes you colder. He opens it and holds out his gloved hand to help you up. He’s always polite but you don’t see him very much. Your daddy did a few repairs on his truck and he would help with the garden in the summer. You were always inside, locked up. 

You let go of him, your hand thrumming from his warmth. He gently shuts the door and continues towards the rear. The truck jostles as he unhooks the trailer. You peek in the mirror and see the thick ends of the wooden planks poking out from under the tarp. It’s a lot of wood. Expensive, probably. 

None of this makes sense. Cole comes up to the driver side and gets in with a ‘brrrr’. You blow into your hands and he reaches to turn the vent up even higher. He smiles at you as you avoid looking at him. 

“Ready?” He asks. 

You hunch down and rub your hands together, “for what?” 

He’s quiet. He peers through the windshield at the house then back at you. You shrink under his gaze. 

“Did your dad... what did he tell you?” 

You heart thumps. Will you get in trouble if you don’t go along with whatever this is? “He didn’t... he just told me to wait for you.” 

“Ah,” he reaches once more to wipe away melted snow from your sleeve. “Well, er...” He stiffens in his seat. “I thought he’d... say something.” 

You just nod. Whatever you say or do will get back to your daddy somehow. He’ll be mad if you ruin whatever this is. 

“It’s a lot of wood. Your dad says he’s going to add onto the garage,” Cole speaks as he shifts gears and steers away from the trailer, circling back towards his tire tracks. “Not many folks got that kind of money and I don’t really need anything done on the truck.” 

Your lashes flutter in furious thought. It feels like this should be obvious but your mind isn’t clicking. 

“Did I say you look really nice?” He clears his throat. “Cold, but nice. I shoulda bought some stockings too.” 

You look down at the rosy skirt and shake your head. A piece slips into place. Of course it wasn’t your daddy who bought it all. 

“Oh, you—thank you, Cole,” you squeak as you smooth the short hem. 

“Well, I figured you’d want to look pretty. I mean, you always do, but... it’s Christmas, right?” 

He sounds nervous, just as much as you. You wring your hands and look around the white landscape. Your stomach is a storm. 

“It was nice of you to bring daddy all that lumber, sir,” you say. 

“Please, call me Cole,” he insists. He’s quiet for a moment as he steers, then sucks his teeth. “Or you could call me something nicer. Like... honey?” 

“Honey?” You eke out. “Why-- uh... oh?” 

You furrow your nose and rub between your brows. That dark feeling crawls up from your stomach as the doubt in your head trickles down to meet it. It’s not making sense but... 

“You still look cold,” he reaches over to rest his hand on your knee, “you can get warm...” He tickles along your skirt then bends his arm up and stretches it out to grab your shoulder. “Come here.” 

You blanch but make yourself slide over. You tremble as you do. He curls his arm over your shoulders, his other hand on the bottom of the steering wheel. 

“See, isn’t this nice?” 

Your eyes prick as that rotting sensation in your chest overwhelms that voice in your head. You sniffle and touch your nose. You squirm as the cold seeps away to unbearable heat. Your denial melts under the flames of dread. 

“Sir-- Cole,” you twiddle your fingers. “Where are we going?” 

He chuckles and slows, turning to plant a kiss on your hair, “you’re going to come meet mom and dad. They are very excited to have you for Christmas.” He squeezes you even tighter, “not as excited as I am though.” 

Your chest hollows out as if you’ve been hit directly in the heart. You can’t breathe as it sets in. It’s absurd but there’s no other explanation. Did your daddy really trade you for a cartload of wood? 

Well, he always did love his cars more than you. You hope it’s a nice garage, that it’s worth it. Well, it would be worth more than his useless daughter. 

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Astarion’s voice shook as he apologised over and over he had lost control and you were hurt because of it.

“I’m sorry.. I would never, I never wanted-.. I’m sorry.”

Your vision blurred from the blood loss but consoling him was more important.

“Astarion. I’ve been through worse.”

“That isn’t the point damn you.”

The elf looked at your skin, now close to matching his own.. What had he done to you?

“I.. I love you. I’m sorry.”