#all the makeup makes Ryan’s nose wider

[patheticbatman]

I just wanted to draw Wade looking at something that makes him happy :)

Coloring this was fun. Didn’t give me a bit of an unwanted high from sharpie fumes like Wolverine did lol.

[nescamonster]

I have no idea if you're taking prompts at the moment, if not then just ignore this lol. I was thinking murder boyfriends Ryan getting jealous over someone liking Jeremy or something. Regardless of if you actually write anything, which you totally don't if you aren't taking prompts at the moment, I wanted to say that you are one of my favorite authors at the moment and really love your work. I have read your works dozens of times and they are always so good each time. Have a wonderful day :D

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It was a set up, but not the job kind. Gavin just wanted to see what would happen. So he wound up his victim and set them loose.

Jeremy was waiting by the bar, waiting for drinks when the guy sidled up, confidence boosted by the devil in his ear. Jeremy didn’t spare him a second glance until he cleared his throat.

“Hey, so, I noticed you across the bar. I see you’re with friends. Can I join you guys?” He asked with a smile and a little self deprecating laugh, “Seems my friends have bailed on me.”

Gavin wanted to see Jeremy kick a man across the bar. What happened next surprised him. Surprised him so much he grabbed Michael’s face and forceabley turned it, mouth agape.

Jeremy smiling back, giving him the up and down and a friendly elbow nudge, “You wanna come home with me, just ask. Face like that, I’d be happy to give you company.” His hand fell on his admirers and then the admirer risked moving it to Jeremy’s thigh.

Gavins expectation went out the window when Jeremy leant in, meeting his admirer in a kiss. Gavin couldn’t have been more wrong about the outcome. Michael gave a soft hiss then smacked Gavin’s head, “Great! Now Jeremy’s gonna die!”

Gavin swallowed hard; When Ryan killed Jeremy for this betrayal, Geoff was going to kill him. He was not supposed to hurt crew- OH GOD WHERE WAS JEREMY?!

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Jeremy was being felt up in the alley, trying to get to his car with this clueless Edgar. It took all his control not to snap the guys neck when he wet Jeremy’s cheek with misplaced kisses, struggling to keep the guys hands out of his pants.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” The guy gasped, pressing him against the alley wall, trying to sink his tongue into Jeremy’s mouth, Jeremy dodging under the guise of talking.

“Yeah, s-so are you. SO lets get to the car, lets go!” 

They weren’t destined to go anywhere. Jeremy heard the soft noise of feet hitting pavement and turned in time to see Vagabond rise up behind Edgar, Edgar finally seeing Jeremy’s disinterest and dawning horror.

“what’s wro-” Edgar didn’t finish the sentence, sure hands grabbing him from the forehead, pulling him into Vagabond body as steel glinted across his throat. Blood hit Jeremy in the face and chest, the gurgling body dropped then kicked aside as he was pinned by a completely different man.

The blood tickled as it dripped by his nose, but Jeremy knew better then to wipe it off, Vagabonds hand pressing into the brick beside Jeremy’s head, those ice cold eyes an inch from his face, “How dare you.” the voice as cold as the eyes.

“Sire-”

“Did I not make myself clear?” vagabond reached up, taking off the mask to fall on the body beside them, his makeup in perfect condition as he moved in closer, his body touching Jeremy’s from the knees up every inch, crowding him, trapping him, “You were not to be touched by anyone but me.”

“Sire I-”

“Was I mistaken in making you my consort?” Ryan asked, the knife that was just used to slit a mans throat now against Jeremy’s the sharp sting of splitting skin when Jeremy swallowed by it.

“Edgar sire!” Jeremy managed to get out and the knife retracted… slightly, “It was an Edgar sire. I wanted to bring one home to you.”

“He touched you.”

“Bait sire.”

“Ah… Very well. but let me be crystal here. No one. Under any circumstances. Gets to touch you intimately.” Ryan said and the knife pressed to Jeremy’s jaw, catching some blood that was dripping slow on the blade then presented it, flat side, to Jeremy’s mouth, “Lick, and be thankful I am understanding. I shall not be next time.”

Jeremy’s fear was fading, but it was not of Ryan, but of Ryan not giving him a chance to explain. So it was with trust and ease Jeremy stuck out his tongue, laping the cold steel, eyes never leaving Ryan’s. He could see when Ryan’s cold mask slipped, warmth blossoming in the way his pupils contracted then dilated, his mouth opening with a soft exhale.

“Sire?” Jeremy knew how to make it up to his king, giving a small grin, “It seems I’m a bit… sticky… care to clean me?”

Ryan grinned back, sheathing his knife then pressing a hand to Jeremys cheek, wetting his fingers then placeing them against Jeremys lips. As Jeremy opening to let them slide in, locking lips around to create suction, licking the blood from Ryans digits, the serial killer smiled wider, “Purhaps you can make this up to me…”

[mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes]

Love Me Like You Do: 2

Summary: Cordelia loves working for Josh Brolin. He’s kind, generous and a great boss. She feels like a part of the family. Her dating life, on the other hand, sucks. She’s about to give up when Josh and his wife, Kathryn, take matters into their own hands. 

Word Count: 2026

Warnings: Swearing, Smut eventually.

A/N: I’m on a roll with these parts, I’m just sayin. Lemme know what you think! Shout out to @daddycable-pool for helping me edit these parts! <3

Previous Chapter

I turned towards my full-length mirror and gave myself yet another look over. I still couldn’t believe that I was going through with this. It was absurd, going on a blind date that my boss had set up at an expensive, high-class restaurant. I wasn’t the kind of person that dined at restaurants that served wine that cost more than my rent or wearing a dress that would have cost me an entire paycheck if Josh hadn’t insisted I use his credit card to ‘get something nice’, as he put it.

As I looked myself over, I did have to admit that I looked good. The dress was a beautiful floor length burgundy, with a slit on the right that reached mid-thigh. The top dipped low, showing off a tasteful amount of cleavage and the halter top straps left my upper back exposed. The black heels I was wearing were simple and not too high, making my legs look pretty damn good. I was never one for excessive makeup, so I kept to that. Foundation, a bit of eyeliner and mascara, and my lips painted the same color as the dress. I lightly curled my hair so it fell in soft waves down my back and as I turned and checked my appearance once more, I felt…. elegant and beautiful. I took a deep, steadying breath.

“You can do this. It’s just a date. Everything’s going to be fine,” I said to myself, gathering my clutch and keys before heading to my car.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath as I stood in front of the restaurant. It was beautiful and entirely too fancy for my liking. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Like all these people could tell that I was just a personal assistant, that I wasn’t filthy rich like the rest of them, and that I didn’t really belong. I mentally shook my head. Get it together, Cordelia. They don’t know you. They’re not even paying you any attention. Head high, back straight, let’s go.

After my mental preparation, I walked through the doors of the restaurant, my head held high. The hostess smiled warmly at me as I approached.

“Good evening and welcome. Do you have a reservation?” she asked politely.

“Yes, it should be under the name Brolin,” I said, waiting as she looked down at her book, scanning the names.

“Ah, yes, a table for two, correct?” she asked. I nodded and she grabbed two menus and smiled. “If you’ll follow me, ma’am,” And so, I did.

She led me through the restaurant and to my surprise, into a smaller, private room in the back. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Of course, Josh would give us a private room. It was actually quite beautiful. It was dim, giving it a romantic and comfortable feel, and one wall was entirely windows, giving a beautiful view of the city. A small, intimate table was set up, beautiful glassware adorning it and a small vase with half a dozen roses sat in the center. There were two seats, and I noticed that my date had not yet arrived.

“Here you are, ma’am,” the hostess said, placing the menus down and motioning for me to sit. I pulled out the chair facing away from the door and thanked her. “Your waiter will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you,” I said, earning another smile before she walked away. I let loose a heavy sigh, crossing my legs under the table. There was calming classical music playing in the background and I smiled softly, letting the music relax me. My phone dinged, signaling a text message and I rolled my eyes, knowing who it was before I even looked.

Josh: Don’t have too much fun 😉

I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at the inanimate object. Instead, I turned my phone off, shoving it back in my clutch, a small smile tugging at my lips. I glanced around the room again before picking up the glass of water and the wine list, taking a sip as I looked over the selection. I nearly choked on my water as I looked at the prices.

“Fucking hell,” I cursed, putting the list back down like it had burned me.

“Such colorful language coming from a lady,” A deep, accented voice said to my left. I yelped, jumping slightly, my face heating up in embarrassment.

“Jesus, cough or something next time. I about had a heart attack,” I jokingly scolded as I put my hand on my chest as if it would help calm my racing heart. A chuckle was all I got in response and I finally looked up at my date for the evening. I don’t know how it was possible, but my heart raced, even more, when I realized that I was face to face with Benicio del Toro. I sat there, frozen as he smiled and reached down to take my left hand in his.

“It seems I’m your date for this evening. My name is Benicio.” He said, bringing my hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I swallowed nervously and took a breath to steady my racing heart.

“Cordelia. It’s nice to meet you,” I said, my voice far steadier than I felt. He smiled even wider, letting go of my hand and taking the seat across from me.

“That’s a beautiful name. Not something you hear very often.”

“My mother wanted something different. It means ‘heart of the sea’. She was a marine biologist and loved the ocean more than anything. Plus, she always told me that I had a spirit as wild, untamable and as strong as the ocean. Which was her fancy way of saying I was a pain in the ass,” I rambled, stopping when I realized that I’d just said entirely too much at once. He laughed and my mouth dried at the sight. It was beautiful. His eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched slightly when he laughed and it had to be the most glorious thing I’d ever seen.

“Well, I look forward to getting to know you to see if that’s true,” He said playfully and I couldn’t help but giggle. “I apologize for being late. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” I shook my head.

“I got here a few minutes ago,” I told him as he reached for the wine list.

“Do you prefer red or white?” he asked as his eyes skimmed the selection. My face burned as I recalled the prices. There was no way I could afford anything on that list.

“Uh-I’m not particularly picky,” I stammered and he glanced up at me. He noticed my red face and smiled softly.

“Red it is then. It will go well with pretty much everything on the menu,” He said matter-of-factly. All I could do was nod and pick up the menu, nearly choking at the prices there too.

“So, Cordelia,” He said, placing the wine list on the table. “How do you know Josh?”

“I’m his personal assistant. I answer his emails, coordinate his press tours and appearances, and anything else he or Kathryn need,” I said, glancing up from my menu to meet his intense stare. His dark eyes were piercing and he watched me with such intensity that my whole body tingled. My skin felt too tight and my blood seemed to warm as his eyes traced over my face, lingering on my lips slightly. I shifted in my seat, trying to subtly rub my thighs together to relieve the sudden ache between them.

“How long have you worked for him?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as if he knew what his attention was doing to me.

“Five long years,” I said jokingly earning a chuckle from him.

“How is it that we’ve never met? I’ve worked with Josh numerous times in the last five years, and yet I’m certain I’ve never seen you before,” His gaze roamed my face, then flickered to my chest and back up. I was going to pass out. Benicio del Toro was eating me alive with his eyes and my entire body hummed in response. Pull it together, Cori.

“I like to be behind the scenes. When I first started working for him, I went with him one day while he was working on Gangster Squad. I’d only been working for him for about a month at that point. He immediately introduced me to Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone and I was so nervous and excited that I nearly passed out. He, of course, thought it was hilarious. Haven’t been to a set since,” I couldn’t help but giggle when Benicio laughed, genuinely laughed, and the sound was like music to my ears.

“I’m sure he means well,” He said, a smile still gracing his face.

“I know he does. He just likes to fuck with me. But he gets it right back so it’s not so bad,” I said smugly, smiling as I thought back to the many times we’d had prank offs. “He desperately tried to get me to go to the Sicario set. Threatened to drag me at one point. He didn’t win that battle, but he tried his hardest.”

“And why didn’t you want to go to the Sicario set?” he asked, leaning forward with his forearms on the table. He was close enough that I could smell his cologne, a woodsy, leathery smell mixed with a scent that was distinctly him. My head swam, the smell damn near intoxicating. I swallowed thickly, my mouth suddenly very dry.

“I-I’m- I mean-,” I stammered and his smirk only grew. “Fine, I’m a fan, ok? And Josh knows that. I wouldn’t go to either Sicario set, so clearly the rational thing is to set me up on a date with one of my favorite actors, just so he can have the satisfaction of me making a complete idiot out of myself,” I said in one breath, my face hot with embarrassment. Benicio watched me, that stupid sexy smirk on his face still.

“You think Josh set us up to embarrass you?” he asked after a moment and I shrugged, casting my gaze down at my plate. This is absolutely mortifying, and he’s a dead man when he gets back. My eyes snapped up when he stood, sliding his chair so it was directly next to me, then sat back down. He took both of my hands in his and my heart pounded in my chest. He was so close that I felt like I was high, my head swimming and my entire body humming at his proximity.

“I don’t think you’re making an idiot out of yourself. I find it quite cute, if I’m being honest,” My cheeks burned at that. “And if he’s messing with anyone, it’s me.”

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“You’re young. I don’t know what he was thinking, setting up someone as beautiful as you with an old man like me,” He said, a smile tugging at his lips and I breathed a laugh, looking down at my hands in his. “I don’t care what his reasons were for setting us up. You’re funny, apparently very stubborn, and you’re…stunning. I’d like to continue the date if you’re up for it.”

I searched his face for any signs that he was lying and found none. God, he was even more beautiful up close. I studied him for a moment, taking in his slightly disheveled but somehow perfect hair, the neatly trimmed goatee, the faintest hint of stubble on the rest of his face, and his eyes. They were hypnotizing and dark and just as heart-achingly beautiful as the rest of him.

“I’d love to,” I whispered finally and the answering smile I received made my breath hitch. He kissed my hand once more before picking up his menu, keeping his seat close enough to me that our thighs touched under the table. I let loose a shaky breath. I was in some deep shit already.

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