#c: Ryan

[notquiteahitman]

“ you never had to be perfect. you just had to stay. ” (Sean to Ryan)

@ofwondersandhares sent a meme I can't find

Crises, for Ryan, were perhaps a little too common. He often wondered how Sean put up with him, with his near-constant anguish about who he has and what he had done and whether he was a terrible person and whether he should just get on with it already and start the damn rebellion he had always wanted to. Things had gotten better in recent years, he had to admit, since he began spending larger chunks of his time in Wonderland. But the apparent reincarnation of Shay's feelings towards Breslin had led Ryan into his own crisis, partly fueled by his knowledge that her meeting Breslin in the first place was all his fault.

And yet, as Sean's words cut through his usual panic about how he was a terrible person and needed to go back to his own world and face the music, how he should leave Wonderland entirely and let Sean live out his life without him, the wizard stopped dead in his tracks. His words died on his lips, his face instantly softening from frenzied anxiety into surprise, then to disbelief, and finally, to softness. He released a heavy sigh, and if Sean looked closely enough, he would actually see Ryan's shoulders relax.

"Do- do you really mean that?" he breathed, as though he didn't quite want to ask the question in case it caused Sean to regret his words. "Because I- I sometimes feel like all I've done since I entered your life is ruin it."

[jammusings]

[jesschastcin]

I was thinking, now that press and the film festivals for Memory are about to slow down maybe we could go on a little trip? It's been a while since we've done something like that. We could take the girls somewhere for a few days and then... we could disappear for a couple of days, just you and I. I really need some alone time with my guy. / @ranreynolds

[elijahford]

who: @ryanford

where: Berry Hill house (flashback)

Of course he was excited his sister made it through the tour and was back, safe and sound. However, she brought with her a surprise that wasn't some cool trinket or discovery she found in her travels. Or food, part of Eli was really hoping for some amazing salt water taffy or something. "You know I love you and I love animals, but are you sure you, um, you're going to be able to handle a puppy right now?" He asked with some concern. There was no way Elijah had the time to chase after a puppy all day he was just brought in on a new album and was just wrapping up another one. Salem was working long hours at the shop with their apprenticeship. Not that he thought Ryan would drop the ball but he worried about what was going to happen if she was pulled out on tour in another few months or got the inspiration to start making another record. "I don't mind having this adorable thing around. Wait, okay, first things first - what are we calling this little dude?"

[jacksoncassidy]

the image sent to ryan

[lucianaxalvarez]

sidewalk on main street w/ @theryangoldman

Luciana sits down on the sidewalk, looking down at her phone as she rests her arms against her knees. She furrows her brows as a deep sigh leaves her, her thumb swiping up to see if she can find anything on the news about the fire or waiting for someone to text her back. She lifts her eyes up when she notices his shoes in front of her, pressing her lips together. "Hey Ryan..." She clears her throat. "Wanna sit?"

[bruiscs]

she counted down the seconds until her boss would appear in the doorway. ryan had come to anticipate her employer's every move, and she credited it for the reason she had managed to stay employed as harlow's assistant for as long as she had. she was the woman behind the scenes, making sure everything ran as smoothly as possible, but one thing she still hadn't learned how to do while being the world's best executive assistant, was how to change the past. honestly, she was surprised it hadn't happened before now, considering the types of circles that her employer ran in, but her heart beat like a jackrabbit in her chest at the thought of losing some of the only stability she'd had in her life. but the truth about ryan's previous employment as an escort wasn't going to stay silent for long, considering one of her old regulars was sitting outside for his lunch appointment with the actress.

biting down on her lip, ryan straightened up as the blonde entered and she immediately detailed out her schedule for the day, a call that she needed to return to someone important, and then a brief pause. "hey.... i um, i need to tell you something." / @heavcnaway

[annabethblossom]

Text: A jingle bell nub cock cage! Miss! You're so perfect! - Ryan

Text: I'm glad you like it, Baby! I think it will be cute, hearing you jingle as you walk around...or ride someone's cock like the good boy you are!

@ryan-rhodes

[soranatus]

The End of Barbie By Steph C, an illustrator & visual development artist

[ghostchems]

longing - papa emeritus iv x f!reader

at a certain moment during a performance, copia thinks of you.

a/n: the mic holder fingering will always be in my thoughts. 1.1k words. fingering, obviously. 18+! mdni! ao3 link.

He had done it again.

Every night he loses himself, a brief moment where his mind wanders off beyond the crowd, beyond the crushing responsibility of furthering the the Clergy agenda. Copia thinks of you. He closes his eyes and feels the music, drawing in a sharp gasp as his hand drifts up the mic stand. You’re so far away back at headquarters with your own duties. It hurts for him to be away this long. He misses how soft you feel in his arms, how you laugh at his really dumb jokes and the more suggestive sounds you make when he touches you in just the right spot.

Copia’s finger pushes into the mic holder and fingers it, eyes squeezed shut and lips parting at the thought of it being between your legs. The roar of the crowd brings him back down to earth, back down to the moment. Eyes shoot open and he wrenches his finger from the mic stand, a mix of shock and disgust on his face. He’s learned to play it up because of how often it happens. He thrives in front of a crowd but after being away so long he yearns to be back in your bed, buried under the covers with an old movie on the tv. A quick turn and he’s marching back off stage with the ghouls wrapping up the song.

Long, slow exhale as he walks up to the golden mirror, taking a moment to regard himself. He smoothes out his jacket and fidgets with his cravat when he’s distracted by a figure in the mirror behind him. A gasp! And then he gives noises that can only be described a Copia noises when he realizes it’s you. Oh, it’s you. He’s on you so quickly, boney arms wrapped around you and pulling you in close. Heart is pounding in his chest as he continues making excited noises until the words finally come out.

“I was just thinking of you.” Copia is breathless, burying his face in your hair to drink in your scent. How he missed you so. He’s nearly trembling, overcome with deep love and affection for you.

“You’re doing so great, Copia.” You whisper and hug him back just as tight. “I… I don’t want to distract you, though. I can wait in the wings until you’re done for the night.” He feels you start to move away from him but he tightens his grip to keep you firmly in place.

“Nononono. Stay here.” Copia runs a gloved hand through your hair. “I eh, have some time.” He leans back to look at you and my god, does it stir something primal and deep inside of him. Thoughts flit back to the mic stand. “I have something to show you, actually.” He hums and takes you by the arms and pulls you off into a dark corner of backstage. His heart pounds in his chest. There’s not much time but he can’t let this moment with you slip away. Once he has you out of view his mouth finds your earlobe, catching it with his teeth as his hands desperately paw at your clothes.

“P-papa!” You squeal as his lips travel down your neck.

“Shhh-shhh, amore. They mustn’t hear us.” Copia huffs and nips just below your jaw. You gasp as his hand slips down the front of your pants and he takes a breath to lean back, taking in your wide eyes and how your breath quickens with a groan. You are so delicious he can hardly stand it. “I’ve longed for you. Every night I think of you, wishing I could touch you again.” His voice cracks and he presses his forehead to yours. You’re speechless. Copia’s fingers toy with the hem of your underwear, humming in approval at the wetness that pools through the thin fabric. He pushes the fabric aside and slips a finger inside your slick folds.

Your mouth drops open in a low groan that Copia quickly swallows with his own lips. Both sighing together, with him peppering you with slow, deliberate kisses as he works another finger inside. He stretches you open and sinks his fingers as deep as he can, languid strokes that make your toes curl in your shoes. You want to cry out, to moan and huff but you can’t — you can see some movement behind him, the stage crew doing their jobs of moving equipment and instruments. Copia’s other hand snatches you by the chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

“Stay with me, amore.” He hisses against your lips before claiming them with a fiery, possessive kiss. Tongue invades your mouth, drinking in all of your sighs and moans. He thrusts his fingers inside of you at a rough pace, curling them once they’ve sank in as far as they’ll go. Your knees start to buckle, core impossibly tense from how he tears you into pieces. Nails dig into his black jacket, gasping into his mouth while half-lidded eyes meet his mismatched gaze. A growl rumbles up from Copia’s throat. He loves seeing you like this, utterly under the spell of his skillful fingers.

“I-I’m here.” You choke out, breaking away from the kiss but tugging him in closer so that your noses touch.

"Va bene." Copia whispers back, his voice a soothing balm over your senses. His fingers continue their relentless rhythm, drawing you ever closer to the precipice. Your breath hitches, body trembling as he coaxes you towards a shattering release. The world narrows down to just the two of you, lost in each other, hidden in the chaos backstage. Heat rushes to your face and spreads throughout your body until it’s too much to take. Your body convulses and a shattered cry falls from your lips, your climax overtaking you. He groans in approval, pressing slow kisses to your temple and then down your cheek before ending with one unbelievably tender kiss to your lips.

“I must return to the stage, amore.” Copia muses as he pulls his fingers from you. He brings them to his nose, taking a long whiff of the heady scent before licking the slick off his gloves. “I am… so happy you are here.” You see that twinkle in his eyes that made you fall hard for him in the first place. He cups your face, thumbs stroking along your cheekbones to soothe you from your high. You take him by the wrist, a shuddered breath leaving your lips.

“Burgers after?” You manage to crack a smile between huffs. His face lights up and he pulls you in for a warm hug.

“Burgers and fries, baby.” Copia plants one last kiss to your cheek and gives you a squeeze before skipping off to back to the stage.

[georgeromeros]

Dracula 2000 (2000) dir. Patrick Lussier

[notquiteahitman]

@ofwondersandhares continued from here

This, Ryan thought, as their fingers locked together once more, was how things were supposed to be. They were coming back together now, Ryan could feel it, slotting together like long-separated pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Even as they sat, hands intertwined, the wizard could feel the stress and tension melting away, that characteristic crooked grin settling on his lips once more. "Did you really just insinuate that you miss Breslin? Jeez, you must have been getting desperate." He tilted his head, one hand pulling away from the other's to gently brush Sean's cheek. "And you certainly don't need me to have adventured, love. You can travel the realms after all." But it's clear that Ryan knew precisely what Sean meant.

"How is Shay, anyway?" In their time apart, Ryan had rather kept himself to himself. The truth was, when his and Sean's contact became less and less frequent, Ryan had merely assumed that Sean was off exploring the realms as he often did, and had therefore kept himself away from anything that might remind him of what he once had. It was funny, how frequently they fell into this routine, falling apart and then together again. It was only now, in the aftermath, that Ryan began to feel some guilt. After all, there always would remain that link between them all, no matter how tenuous, that was only solidified by the situation between Shay and Breslin. Had Shay needed him, and he hadn't been there? "And- and Josh? Has he been around much? What about the kids?"

[salome-c]

Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

[finduilasclln]

It's all about the stare. And maybe the stache. ;)

Alternative versions without stache, and with full beard. A little something for everyone's taste. ;)

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

if you want a mutually toxic and messed up relationship that isn't romanticized by the narrative:

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[cephalocrow]

Come on!! It's Now or Never!!!! (WIP)