#p:dylan

[anastasiaaporter]

anastasia was in the middle of one of her busiest work days in a while.  she had multiple arrangements to prepare for a funeral, which was sad enough, and she knew she wanted to work extra hard on them to make them perfect for the family.  everything had been going well until she got to the accent leaves, which were not as fresh as she had hoped.  before she could leave a note for herself to send an angry email to the company, she heard the little bell on the front door ring, indicating that a customer had come in.  

expecting the worst, most annoying client to come in (because that was just how her day was going), she sighed and came out of the back room, only to see dylan standing by the roses.  he was a regular at the shop, and anastasia was happy to see him.  “oh it’s you!” she said, “i’ve got a bone to pick with you y’know.  i found that little youtube channel of yours, and i tried to follow your cupcake recipe, and it turned out like absolute shit!”  she started laughing, “it was definitely more my fault than yours, because i can’t bake, but still!” @dylaniscooking​

[sublucasparker]

After seeing Dylan’s post, Lucas placed his phone on the end table and slid from his position on the couch down to the floor. Settling on his knees, he crawled to where Dylan was, looking up at him with a grin, arms reaching to place his palms on the Dominant’s knees. “I love you, Sir. So much. Have I told you that recently?” @dylanwentworth​

[sublucasparker]

Texting Dylan, talking as they had been, had Lucas on some sort of edge in a way he couldn’t seem to describe. Part of him felt bad- after all, he did have a girlfriend, someone he’d been with for years, someone he’d once loved or done his best to convince himself he did. The truth was, Lucas had learned pretty early on that what he’d suspected since his early teen years was true- he was gay. Though, it wasn’t something he’d ever had the courage to admit out loud. It wasn’t like he viewed being gay as a bad thing, it just wasn’t something he knew how to say, and by the time he’d gotten to the point where he could, he’d already been with his girlfriend for too long to break it off. He knew it was unfair to them both, and the truth ate at him every day. But, his girlfriend hadn’t gotten a scholarship like he had. Still back at their old Academy, he was more than certain that she herself was moving on, given their dwindling communication since Lucas had transferred to Luxe. Really, that was the best thing for them, he thought. Despite that, though, the fact that they hadn’t officially broken up weighed on him, even with his desperate attempts to push it to the back of his mind. Dylan had caught his eye early on, there was something about the other he just felt drawn to. And, he figured if his girlfriend could take the opportunity to explore her options, he could too. Lowering himself to his knees, he placed the backs of his hands on his thighs, palms open and up completing the perfect submissive stance as we waited for Dylan to arrive.  @dylancoholic

[kienaide]

knock knock

Put “Knock Knock” in my inbox. ; 9. WALKING ON MINE IN BED WITH SOMEONE. { @exposedemotions }

It was supposed to be a small and quick talk. Apparently, the latter had told Yuta that it was important that he conveyed his message privately so he did not mind having the man stepping inside his apartment but what he did not fucking expect was the other individual to be all up against him pinning him down on his bed (his safe haven for fucking sake) as he was making advances. Holy fuck, this boiled Yuta up in his blood and anger coursing down his nerves, constricting his other for fight-and-flight situation. It didn’t help a single bit when he only managed to grab on the taller male’s shirt, pushing him off was deemed effortless when clawing grip certainly inhibit his movement. It was when he felt the revolting lips against his mastoid was when Yuta squirmed to his side, groaning in disgust, he kneed the man on his stomach after -- he caught on Dylan who walked in on him being like this. Shit. If the position was repulsive enough, Yuta wouldn’t know what will go through the Demon’s mind but fuck, he did not want this to happen at this moment not when, fuck. “Dylan.” His voice strained from the struggle he had on earlier. The last thing he wanted to do was to have a fit with the Demon for what had happened when the week was being nice on them. He eyed his so called-friend lying on the bed, moaning in pain (he should have done it harder) then back to his lover, “Not what you think it is, I guess it’s obvious. So don’t get mad.“

[kienaide]

❢ -dylan (i love causing pain)

SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER;@exposedemotions {Dylan}[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised.It was unintentional. He got caught up in a fight that wasn’t even his in the first place. It was a peaceful diner in Xi’An, China, 1865 until all the sudden the bickering between a Chinese man and an English gentleman started to get louder over the course of time. At first the patrons did not even dare to come in between them but shit happened, it always does happen (this is the second time this week that he became observant of fight and victim of it too)- The next thing Yuta knew, all the customers, especially the men were on each other, punching each other as if the diner meant to be a fight club and the women also children fled the scene. 

He planned for his great escape through the ruckus that became more crimson, as someone who could not predict the future, Yuta had not seen it coming for someone decided to give him good on his jaw without apparent reason (Just when his fucking jaw decided to heal-). Stunned but furious, Yuta, who had wanted some peaceful time in the olden days, was tangled into the mess. He was pretty sure that his jaw was dripping in blood and that his face was adorned by purple disproportionate marks when he was done releasing his anger.Had enough of the bullshit that occured within the span of 30 minutes, Yuta decided to limp through the entrance door, envisioning a safe place- a safe place- passing through the door- it was Dylan’s place- “Ah shit,” when he envisioned safe place, he did not meant to show up in front of his love interest’s abode all bloodied like this (though he will never admit that, wherever Dylan is, it is his safe haven). He bit his bottom lip, he can still leave this place unnoticed if Dy- “Yuta?”  ah that voice. Shit. He looked up to where the voice was coming, looking at Dylan who had not expected him at all, “Hi, there, Dylan” he cleared his throat tried to act all suave in front his dear one, with his pained arm lifiting up to wave at the latter. “Wrong place and wrong time, it’s okay, I will see myself out-” he chuckled nervously as he  turned towards the door he came through, hands on the door knob and he visualized the next timeline that could be safe for him.The last thing he wanted to do is make Dylan who he had never shown himself like this, see him in this condition- all wrecked.

[kienaide]

#b

@exposedemotions {Dylan.]Riding on the wind, I run to you right now.

Somehow, he thought it was an instinct- no, it was more than instinct, his mind quick to interject. It was his right, his duty and everything that ordered his motor to move. His vision was already from his pessimistic self, who doubted himself in his every move but this time, this one last time- he would fucking hate himself if his legs gave up on him; numbness should be a familiarity and not foreign sensation: “Don’t leave, stay. Please.”

[darraghkellyrp]

Holiday Havoc || Dylan & Darragh

Even though he had only been back for a few days, Darragh was itching for something to do. He had never been one to really sit around, but as he lay in bed that cold Paris morning, memories of his past adventures on the show flooded his mind. Shit, I’ve done some crazy things. He lay their for a few more moments, soaking it in, but eventually pushed himself to shut off the movie in his head and get up. 

The weather outside did not match how Darragh was feeling in the least. It looked grey and unwelcoming whereas he was filled with fireworks, determined to not let this day become boring. He was pulling on a pair of jeans when he suddenly remembered the task he was set by the producers. Seeing the unmistakable opportunity to do something fun, he decided to go search for his partner and convince them to brave the cold. The only problem was he had never met his partner, Dylan, before. He could easily ask someone who he was, but it would be so much more fun to wake up half the house yelling the bloke’s name. Laughing quietly to himself at the idea, he trotted off down the hallway yelling “Dylan!” in different voices.

[babyvtho-blog]

Earned It -- Vanessa & Dylan

Ever since Vanessa and Dylan had a “private one-on-one session”, the only thing she could think about was him. She didn’t like to be tied down, and he got that; neither did he. In fact she actually liked where it was going; no strings attached. After exchanging a few texts, he insisted on her coming to see him at the hospital. Most likely to “make him feel better” and her lingering thoughts of Dylan’s magical tongue drove her excitement to say yes.

Already outside his room, Vanessa took a quick look through of her texts with Dylan, and bit her lip; she couldn’t take just pictures, she needed the real thing. With a turn of the knob, she entered the room with a seductive smile at the sight of him. “Hey.” The smile still plastered on her face as she walked slowly to his bedside and leaded over, planting a kiss on his lips.