#Two more parts left.

[wrestlingoneshot]

A LOVER OF A SERIAL KILLER (PT. 5)

PAIRING: Ryan Erzahler/Dylan Lenivy

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentioning Murder, Sexual Conduct

The following night, Ryan was in his kitchen preparing the dinner date he was going to have with Dylan. He was making his grandmother's popular Crab Cakes with some pasta salad on the side. Ryan felt antsy about making Dylan upset somehow. He didn't mean to. This was a way to show Dylan that he didn't mean to. Ryan quick fry the crab cakes in his air fryer while working on the pasta salad. Ryan checked the clock. It was close to the time Dylan will arrive. Ryan goes to get the table set up. He sat both glasses on the table until he heard a knock on the door. Ryan goes to the door and took a minute. He takes a deep breath and opened the door. There he was. Dylan leaning on the doorway. Ryan took a moment to get a good look at Dylan. Wearing all black, silk shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned to expose his chest a bit, his hair in a small ponytail but have his bangs loose. He was stunning. Ryan finally faced Dylan who was staring at him.

"Hm, judging how you look, you really like what you see." Dylan smirked.

Ryan rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Um. Sure. I guess."

"I mean you did say wear something good for you." Dylan smirked. "Hey, handsome."

"H-Hi." Ryan smiled back.

"As much as I like to keep looking at you out in the hallway, may I..?"

Ryan shook his head. "Right. Sorry. Come in."

Ryan stood to the side to allow Dylan in. Dylan walked in and checked Ryan's place out. "Huh. Cozy."

Ryan shuts the door. "Yeah. Welcome to my little home."

Dylan nods as he kept looking around. He ignored Ryan to scope out the place. The walls are thick. Good. Nobody won't hear anything that is going down here.

"So, uh. Make yourself at home."

Dylan turned to face Ryan. Dylan noticed Ryan looked uneasy. More like nervous as he was biting his bottom lip. Dylan smiled. "First time having another man over your place?"

Ryan raised a eyebrow. "Excuse me, but this isn't my first time having company."

"Buuuut, I'm the best one."

Ryan shook his head with a smile. He heard a ding from the kitchen. "Oh. Our dinner is finished. I'll be back. Relax yourself."

Dylan smiled as he watched Ryan walked towards the kitchen. "Take your time, handsome."

Dylan smile fell as Ryan walked into the kitchen. Dylan wasn't going to let him get distracted. The plan was still in effect. He must kill Ryan. The question is, how? Dylan thought how he could do this. Ryan been good to him so he didn't want to torture him or give him a slow and painful death. It has to be quick. Poison in his drink? Snap his neck? Dylan eyed a statue on a table. It looked homemade. A blunt object. Perfect. Ryan wouldn't feel the impact much. Dylan goes to pick it up.

Ryan walks out if the kitchen to see Dylan holding the statue studying it. "Ah, I see you like it huh?"

Dylan turns to Ryan. "It's nice. Where did you get it?"

"My sister made it actually. She took up art class, so she made me that."

"She's very talented." Dylan said as he sat the statue back to where it was.

"Thanks." Ryan was holding two plates. "Uh dinner's ready." Ryan walked to the table.

Dylan followed Ryan to the table. They fell in a comfortable dinner like before. Small laughs, light talking, flirting. During dinner, Dylan offered to refill Ryan's wine. Ryan accepted and Dylan walked into the kitchen with both of their glasses. This was the perfect time to put like some bleach in Ryan's wine. But, Dylan goofed up. He brought his glass with him. Ryan will notice that his glass his fuller than Dylan's. Dylan never had any trouble coming up a way to kill, but something about Ryan just makes it harder for him. Dylan just refilled both glasses and made his way to the table.

"Is everything fine?" Ryan asked.

Dylan smiled. "Perfect."

The dinner went smoothly. Somehow they made their way to Ryan's couch. Ryan looked over to Dylan who stared at him.

"That was delicious, Ry." Dylan said.

"Thanks. My grandmother is a awesome cook." Ryan said.

They both fell into silence. Ryan couldn't lie to himself that he wasn't nervous. He was down right terrified at the thought he will mess this up. Here he is having Dylan in his house. How could he move this forward? Is Dylan bored? Ryan eyed Dylan who was drinking his wine.

"Yeah...so...I didn't plan ahead from dinner. Uh...dessert I only have honey buns." Ryan winced at himself.

Dylan eyed Ryan. "I like honey buns."

Ryan couldn't eye Dylan. "O-oh. You do? Neat." God Ryan felt like a loser. This was so out of his comfort zone.

Dylan must had sensed Ryan's discomfort. Dylan turned himself towards Ryan. Ryan was fiddling with his shirt a bit. Dylan smirked as he reached for Ryan's chin and turned his head. Before Ryan could say anything, he felt Dylan's lips against his. Dylan and Ryan both kissed each other softly and slowly. Dylan's fingers traced Ryan's jawbone that caused shivers throughout Ryan's body. Ryan moaned slightly into the kiss. In Dylan's head, this was a perfect idea. Seduce Ryan. Kill him during pleasure. It would leave Ryan happy at least. Dylan pulled away slowly with a smile. The look on Ryan's face shows he is hooked. Dylan then stood up, but made sure one of his fingers dragged against Ryan's arm. Dylan walked towards the small hallway. He leans on the doorway and spots Ryan's bedroom on the other end. Licking his lips slowly, Dylan looks at Ryan and bite his lip seductively. Ryan just kept his eyes on Dylan as he watched Dylan reached up to his shirt and started unbutton a few buttons on his shirt. Ryan just eyed each button being popped open. Dylan enjoyed Ryan enjoying him. Dylan teased Ryan by stopping at a few buttons.

"Want more? Follow me." Dylan said as he slips down the hall.

Ryan who was still in a trance blinked and exhale a breath that he didn't realize he held. Ryan collected himself before heading towards the hallway. He looked down the hall and saw his bedroom door slightly opened. He remembered leaving the door wide open and now Dylan is in there. Ryan slowly made his way towards his bedroom. He stops at the door and took a few more breaths before slowly pushes the door open. Ryan gasped slightly to himself to what the door revealed.

Dylan laying on his bed propped on his elbows. Barefooted, his shirt wide open exposing his chest and tight stomach. His pants opened just enough to expose his underwear. Ryan couldn't stop looking at the beautiful man on his bed. Dylan licked his lips slowly at Ryan.

"So, this is the part you come in here and fuck me." Dylan said staring at Ryan.

"...I...I..."

"Speechless, handsome? This not doing it for you?"

Ryan watched Dylan spread his legs a bit. "How about now?"

Ryan swallowed hard. "...Uh..."

"Ok. Ok. I got it now." Dylan suddenly turned on his hands and knees. His ass pointed towards Ryan. Ryan watched Dylan reached up and pull the hair band from his hair and let his long hair flow. Dylan shook his head and turned to look at Ryan.

"Ry, I didn't know you would be so...kinky." Dylan moves his body slowly. Like he is just begging Ryan to come and drill him through the mattress. After a few moments, Dylan started to frown when he realized that Ryan haven't made a move. Softly sighing, Dylan rises to sit on his legs then stood up. He turned and made his way towards Ryan. Ryan watched Dylan, but noticed that Dylan's pants were seconds away from falling as he walked over. Before Ryan says anything, Dylan closed the door behind Ryan and trapped Ryan to it. Dylan leaned on his arm and used his height advantage to tower over Ryan.

"Now, this doesn't normally go this way. What's wrong, Ry? Do you not find me attractive enough?"

Ryan looked at Dylan and swallowed. "T-That's not it..."

"Ok. Then why aren't you pushing me onto the bed and fucking my brains out?"

"Because..." Ryan started. "Because I don't want to just fuck you-" Ryan looked right into Dylan's eyes. "I want to take my time with you."

Dylan blinked as he was taken back from Ryan's statement. Normally, when Dylan seduces guys, they either ready to plow Dylan or get fucked by Dylan. The fact Ryan want to go slow with him was new to Dylan. Nobody ever wanted to be passionate with him. This was new territory for the silent killer. Yet, something about Ryan make him want to explore each other. Damn Ryan is making things complicated. Dylan was there to kill Ryan, not this. But, he want to grant Ryan's wish. Dylan leans down and softly kisses the exposed neck of Ryan. Ryan gasps as he felt Dylan's soft lips on his neck. The kissing, light nibbling and the teasing of the tongue made Ryan's head spin. Ryan wasn't even prepared when Dylan went to suck and nibble on his ear lobe. That caused Ryan's eyes to roll to the back of his head.

"....Dylan" Ryan whispered out.

"...Touch me, baby." Dylan whispered so seductively. "Go ahead." Dylan took Ryan's hands and place them on his bare sides. "Feel me, Ryan."

Ryan bit his lips as his fingers glide across Dylan's skin. Dylan threw his head back as he was feeling Ryan's fingers studying his body. This felt good. The first time somebody was this intimate with Dylan. While Ryan's hands felt Dylan's body, the tip of one of Ryan's fingers grazed one of Dylan's nipples.

"Ah! Fuck..." Dylan let out.

Just by Dylan's voice alone made Ryan felt tight in the pants. Ryan's hands got to Dylan's shoulders. Ryan looked at Dylan who just nods softly at him. Ryan slowly pushed the thin fabric shirt off Dylan's shoulders. The shirt slid off right onto Ryan's floor. Ryan checked out Dylan's lean body.

"...beautiful" Ryan said as he goes to kiss on Dylan's shoulder blade and right above one of his pecs. Dylan pulled Ryan close to him as he enjoyed Ryan's lips on him. Dylan took one step back and his pants finally pooled around his ankles. Ryan stopped to look at Dylan fully.

"Wow. Just...wow."

Dylan smirked. "You know, as much as I really enjoying this, it's really isn't fair that I'm almost naked while you still clothed."

"I-I mean I can change that." Ryan goes to reach for his shirt, but felt Dylan's hands on his wrists to stop him.

"No wait." Dylan said. "Nah. Allow me. You can't get to have all of the fun to yourself."

Ryan nods. Ryan watches as Dylan's long fingers goes to the first button. He watched Dylan pop open that with ease. Then the second. And the third. Ryan just watched Dylan going lower and lower until he got to the last button. Once that button was released from the hold, Dylan peels off Ryan's shirt off. Ryan was nervous at this point. He wasn't as buff like those male models. The thought Dylan might not find him attractive scares him a bit.

"Wow. Got me speechless this time, handsome." Dylan said as he eyed Ryan's body. His eyes stopped as he saw a nice trail on Ryan. "Is that a trail?"

Ryan looked down at his body hair trail. "Uh yeah."

"Hot. So hot. I can't wait...to...see..." Dylan said as his finger slowly follow the trail. "...Where this...leads." Dylan's finger stopped right at Ryan's waistband of his pants.

Dylan and Ryan both shared a passionate kiss as Dylan made quick work on Ryan's pants. Both men was clad in their underwear after the kiss. Dylan smiled and took Ryan's hand in his. Dylan walked backwards and pulled Ryan to him until Dylan's legs touched Ryan's bed. Dylan laid on the bed and reached Ryan's hand and pulled him on top of him. Once Ryan laid on Dylan, the passionate make out happened. The touching and feeling on the bodies, the heat that was building between the hot bodies. Ryan started to kiss on Dylan's neck. The slight moan came from Dylan's lips sent chills down Ryan's spine. Ryan wanted to hear that again. Ryan kissed around Dylan's neck and shoulders.

Ryan then heard a hiss from Dylan. "Ah, Ry! Fuck what did you do?" Ryan had kissed on a spot on Dylan's neck. It sent chills throughout Dylan's body. He never noticed that before.

"I must had found your spot." Ryan said.

"Well shit. Don't stop there."

Ryan went back to kissing that very same spot. Right between the collarbone and his neck. That was Ryan's favorite spot from now on. Dylan never felt this much ecstasy just from being kissed on one spot. How did Dylan never noticed this about himself before? It felt too good. If Ryan keep this up, Dylan would make a sticky mess before they get the real fun started. Ryan decided to kiss up to Dylan's lips and share another kiss. Ryan looked down at Dylan and got all shy again.

"What is it, handsome? You're doing amazing so far. Don't stop now."

"No. No. It's not that. I..." Ryan bit his lip. "I just...Can I taste you?"

Dylan smiled. Ryan us being so cute and it's not helping the fact that it's causing Dylan to forget his plan. "Baby, I'm yours. You can do whatever you want to me."

Ryan blinked. He didn't think Dylan would say he was his. Ryan nods. With shaky hands, Ryan held Dylan's underwear and started to peel them off once he felt Dylan's hips lifted up to help him out. Ryan now stare at a full naked Dylan. He couldn't believe that he was here with Dylan. Ryan goes to kiss down Dylan's body. Dylan gasps as he felt warmth from Ryan's mouth on his very sensitive area. Dylan body arched as he grips the sheets. The sensation was strong. Yes, Dylan had guys giving him a blowjob, but Dylan never got the chance to really enjoy it because he kills his victims right there. Yet, here he is getting blown by Ryan and he is actually enjoying it. Enjoying it too much as he felt himself pulsing in Ryan's mouth.

"R--Ry...baby...I'm...I'm so fucking close.." Dylan warned. He didn't want to finish in Ryan's mouth.

Ryan pulled off. He loved tasting Dylan. He could taste him all night. Ryan watched Dylan sit up.

"I told you, you can't have all the fun to yourself." Dylan quickly laid Ryan on the bed as he hovers over him. Before Ryan can say one word, Dylan went to kissing and taking Ryan's underwear off. Dylan had to take a minute to enjoy a naked Ryan.

"Gorgeous" Dylan says as he leaves light kisses on Ryan's body.

"..D-Dyl.." Ryan wanted more.

"Hey, no rushing handsome." Dylan said as he kisses down to Ryan's trail. "Like I said, I want to see where this goes."

Dylan kisses softly down Ryan's trail. Ryan breathing got heavy as he felt Dylan got closer and closer..

"Fuck! Dylan!" Ryan yelled out as he felt soft lips wrap around his hard on. Dylan moans around it as he gives Ryan the pleasure he at least deserves. Ryan tried to fight from thrusting in Dylan's mouth. Dylan pulled away with a satisfying pop.

"....God.." That was all Ryan could say right now.

"No baby. God has nothing to do with this." Dylan smirked.

Ryan pulled Dylan down to him and started kissing him.

Throughout the whole night, the passion was stronger every second. Dylan riding on top of Ryan just grinding his hips. Ryan beneath him feeling Dylan's sweaty body as Dylan ride him. Ryan found himself face down the pillows as Dylan above him thrusting behind Ryan.

"Dylan...please..." Ryan begs.

"You got it, baby. I got you." Dylan said as he kisses Ryan's back as he thrust against him.

Both men taking turns and they found themselves with one of their hands entwine together. Ryan found himself in between Dylan's legs just thrusting against him. Dylan, with sweaty hair sticking to his head and shoulders was coming undone. To Ryan, this has to be the most beautiful Dylan has ever been. With Dylan's free hand, he scratches at Ryan's back while his other hand grips Ryan's hand.

"Yes! Yes fuck Ryan!" Dylan yelled out.

Ryan entwined hand squeezed back at Dylan's while his free hand grips the sheets next to Dylan. "Dyl...I..I'm not going to..fuck...last!" Ryan found himself thrusting faster.

"Yeah! Yeah that's it Ry! Don't...Don't stop...keep fucking me, baby." Dylan hissed out. "I'm...I'm with you..."

Sweat rolling off of Ryan onto Dylan as Ryan pants. "I...fuck Dylan!"

"Yeah that's it Ryan!" Dylan yelled.

The room filled with loud moans as both men reached their peak. Both men pants as they slowly come down their cloud nine. Sweat and stickiness between the two bodies and not one cared. Ryan and Dylan shared another passionate kiss and not bothered that their hand was still entwined together.

After they cane from their high, both men found themselves cuddling.

"....That was just..." Ryan started.

"Incredible? Amazing? Mind-Blowing? Excellent? Dylan rocked your world?" Dylan said.

Ryan laughed. "I guess all of the above."

Dylan smirked. "Good. And, Ryan rocked Dylan's world too."

Ryan smiled and kissed Dylan. "I'm so glad I meet you at the park. I wouldn't see myself with anybody else."

"Aww, you would had found someone if I didn't showed up."

"No, Dylan. I have never felt this way for anyone. You just came into my life and I find myself want to do more for you."

Dylan sat up a bit as he looked at Ryan. No man ever did this for Dylan. Why is Dylan's heart racing? What is this feeling? Dylan shook his head. "I'm not worth it, Ryan."

Ryan took Dylan's hand in his. "You're worth it to me." Ryan pressed his lips softly to Dylan's long fingers. To Ryan, Dylan's hands was strong and soft. Ryan felt the intimacy and care behind these hands. Those same hands that is filled with blood. Those same hands Dylan claimed lives. Which tonight, could be claiming another.

"I wanted to ask you something."

Dylan snapped out of his trance and cleared hus throat. "Y-yeah?"

Ryan took a minute to answer. "So..we been seeing each other for a good while and what we just did, was so incredible...I...I just don't see myself with anyone.."Ryan stared at Dylan. "...But you, Dylan. I want to be with you. So, I was thinking, how about you and I be official?"

Dylan blinked. Ryan wanted to be with him. This wasn't suppose to happen. Of course he abd Ryan did have fun, but Ryan can't ve trusted. He is a journalist. He one of them liars. But, why Dylan is feeling like he wants to be with Ryan too?

"I....Are you sure? You sure you want to be official?" Dylan asked.

Ryan nods. "I'm more sure than anything. Dylan Lenivy, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Dylan said. "Is-Is this what you really want?" Dylan said mostly to himself.

"Yes. More than anything." Ryan said.

Dylan smiles and nods. "Ok. Boyfriend."

Ryan smiled as both men shared a sweet kiss.

Hours later, Ryan fell into a peaceful sleep. Unbeknownst, that Dylan is staring at him. This is it. Dylan has to get rid of Ryan now. He gave him peace by fulfilling his wants. Now, he's here to do what he needs to do. Dylan sat up and slowly wraps his hands around Ryan's throat. His long fingers clamps around Ryan's throat. Dylan begins to squeeze. He could had easily snap Ryan's neck, but Ryan didn't deserve that. Suffocation us the easiest way for Ryan. He would be asleep and he wouldn't know he was killed by his boyfriend.

...Boyfriend. That word stuck in Dylan's head as he watching himself having Ryan by the throat. His hands, these same hands that Ryan kissed, is going to choke the life out of him. Dylan shook his head and glared down at Ryan. All he needs to do is squeeze. Dylan! Squeeze, you fucking loser! Squeeze, dammit! Dylan yelled at himself. Dylan glared, but...he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He can't. Not to the man that showed him affection, care and even been intimate with. Dylan thought about the events that took place earlier. How he never knew some spots or what he liked sexually and the passion behind it. It was with Ryan. Dylan found his hands loosen off from Ryan's throat. Dylan sat there and looked down at a peaceful Ryan. That looked like he had a smile in his sleep. A smile that Dylan caused. Dylan couldn't kill a man that made him feel good.

"Maybe..." Dylan started to say.

Maybe Ryan will understand what Dylan is doing. Or maybe, Ryan doesn't have to know. Dylan reached to caress Ryan's cheek and smiled. Ryan is his now and he belong to Ryan. Dylan would protect Ryan with all cost. Dylan laid back down but took one of Ryan's arms and wrapped around him. Dylan leans up and placed a soft kiss to Ryan's lips. Dylan laid his head on Ryan's chest right above his heart. Dylan smiled as he drifted off to sleep listening to his new boyfriend's heartbeat.

#drylan #dylan leviny #dylan x ryan #dylan/ryan #radioheads #ryan erzahler #ryan x dylan #ryan/dylan #rylan #the quarry #Oof this was a long one! #I hope you all enjoy this one. #Two more parts left.

[carouselunique]

They had a bit of a chance encounter on a day where Blueblood was dealing with something that was very difficult and was so caught up in his emotions he didn’t even care that he was in the garden getting grass stans on his coat and Ditzy, with her natural impulse to cheer ponies up, didn’t even notice or care that she was flying into the palace gardens when she saw someone sat in the rain.

At first he was definitely going to call the castle guards to come apprehend this strange filly with the odd eyes who was intruding when this was the last moment he’d want to entertain any desperate debutantes, however she surprised him by not fawning or anything, not even caring about his status, just putting one of her fluffy wings up and asking if he needed somepony to lend an ear.

“Don’t let my eyes fool you, my ears work just fine!”

She was incredibly disarming and while he didn’t reveal everything about why he was upset, he found himself talking about his feelings to her. And she made such cheerful remarks, and was very comforting. In the end, he felt better and she came to check on him the next day, even sharing a blueberry muffin with him. He remarked that he’d never seen her around before, and that he wouldn’t mind terribly seeing her more often.

The rest, as they say, is history.

#my little pony #mlp #ditzy doo #prince blueblood #my art #mlp g4 #mlpfim #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #derpy hooves #swap six #side stars au #my silly pigeon girl and my lonely rich boy you are so important to me… #yes I should draw more stuff besides them I know and I will… i just missed them okay and the ask scratched an itch. #bonus tag lore for those who read my tags: Blueblood is upset about the mysterious disapperance of Sunset Shimmer #Celestia only told Blueblood and Cadence (and Cinch) that she was gone - no details #Cadence is somewhere else struggling in her own way #Blueblood may or may not be so emotional because he blames himself #Blueblood and Sunset bought into Cinch making them compete to be the best #she loved them as much as she was capable but part of having a good reputation means succeeding above all others #and while Cadence rebelled against that mindset the other two didnt. They were more friendly with Cadence than each other. #As Sunset grew angrier and more resentful of not being taken seriously by Celestia (The Fall of Sunset Shimmer for reference) #She fought with Blueblood more and I think he thinks he was the reason she left when in reality it was definitely the least his fault #but he doesnt know that…

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc prompt #man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two #bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives #or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another #this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b #i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode #danny is the first son #tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand #Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it #Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to #them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad. #oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores #out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant #distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for #safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a #fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap #most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than #sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said #'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you' #danny doesn't know he's batman btw #starry rambles. #was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if #anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it #and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta

[liquidstar]

this is not a comprehensive list

#in order from left to right (with explanations): #k on #(self explanatory. definition of moe.) #a place further than the universe #(theyre at least a little insane for going all the way to antarctica for funsies) #bocchi the rock #(good mix of insane and sweet. most of the insane parts come from bocchi herself) #nichijou #(literally so much happened all the time) #and asobi asobase #(they did do arson) #i haven't seen azumanga daioh or yuru camp and i never finished lucky star #but based on what i know abt the first two id put it... azumanga between bocchi and nichijou. and yuru camp with or after k on #and from what i remember abt lucky star its also just after k on #a bit quirkier but nothing ever really happens in it. as far as i watched. which is why i stopped watching LOL #but thats all assumptions and second hand knowledge so i figured i shouldnt actually include them unless i was SURE #i also thought abt putting asteroid in love in here too but that one is a bit more niche so i left it out #i also excluded any idol shows bc that feels like a different category. and would make this too long #sorry zombieland saga and love live.... #i also excluded straight up yuri. this is more abt Hanging Out than romance. but some is allowed as long as its not the focal point #like kita in btr. shes very yuri but the show isnt about that #you could probably also put is the order a rabbit on here but idr much from that. i think i watched like 3 episodes umm 100 years ago #i also thought abt putting the highschool girls segments from daily lives of highschool boys here. but they arent in most of the show #tho theyd probably go between nichijou and asobi asobase. or maybe on par w nichijou #that one girl did almost kill the other two with a rock as im sure youve all seen

[sygneth]

"...I received a telegram from my friend imploring me to return to Donnithorpe, and saying that he was in great need of my advice and assistance. Of course I dropped everything and set out for the North once more"

Holmes College Adventures Masterpost Chapter 2: part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 AO3

thoughts:

Now, Holmes mentions that he "went up to his London rooms". He also mentions (MUSG) that "when he first came to London he had rooms in Montague Street". Now I see several possibilities here: 1. Holmes moved to study in London, had the Montague rooms for his two years of college and stayed there for a couple years more, until he moved to Baker Street. 2. Holmes was studying elsewhere and moved to London after he dropped out of university, and the "London rooms" he mentions in GLOR were some other rooms he rented for vacation (?) 3. He moved to London after he dropped out, and the rooms meant he stayed at Mycroft's place, but he didn't think this detail nessecary enough to mention.

There is no particular reason to choose the third one, but hey, I wanted to draw Mycroft.

#my art #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #YOUNG MYCROFT I REPEAT YOUNG MYCROFT #acd holmes #canon holmes #sherlock holmes fanart #gloria scott #holmes collage adventures #heh this is interesting to observe how this comic is getting more and more detailed and polished up #this is happening beyond my control #well anyway two parts left to finish this chapter methinks #btw i'm really satisfied with how mycroft turned out here he's just how i picture him frfr

[screwpinecaprice]

Reposting a connverse I made in 2021. Well, specifically posting this again after editing a few stuff.

I had been so bothered with how I kept editing Steven until I made his silhouette floppy-looking. So I fixed it a bit.

And that this was suppose to be flipped in the first place (which was why Connie's nose piercing was on the right side on the original.)

#I think I chose to keep it flipped then because I recognized Connie's silhouette was much stronger and sometimes I wanted my stronger parts #on the left side of the image. #connverse #Steven Quartz Universe #Connie Maheswaran #SU #my shiz #repostober #I'll be deleting my uploads for repostober by the end of the year except this one. #Editing it despite me saying I am not going to do anything two years ago. #I saved a speed paint of this on Youtube and you can clearly see I kept editing Steven worse and worse. 😵 #I got his legs fixxed into a better stance at least. #What I specifically had a problem now is Steven's arm and jacket. #Like I think I can make his torso look more sturdy. #But I don't wanna dwell on it too much. #Steven Universe #Eugh this was suppose to be a scheduled post. and it just disappeared while editing it. I'm guessing I accidentally pressed the 'post now' #button? #teal

[thelilylav]

We only see each other at funerals

(On Jason, Thalia, Nico, Bianca, and their parallels/connections)

The Titan's Curse (Rick Riordan), @/anxiousmaya_, Right Now (Gracie Abrams), The Battle of the Labyrinth (Rick Riordan), Joan of Arc (Mary Gordon), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), Episodes Toward and Elegy for Halley's Comet (Lindsey Drager), Jason Grace (Riordan Wiki), The Gods Show Up (Michael Kinnucan), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), What the Living Do (Marie Howe), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), Planet of Love (Richard Siken), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), Tangerine (Nolune), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), I Bet On Losing Dogs (Mitski), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/abhorarchive (Twitter), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), Seventeen (MARINA), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/rollercoasterwords, The Tyrant's Tomb (Rick Riordan), @/the-overanalyst, Where Things Come Back (John Corey Whaley), Grit (Silas Denver Martin), Softcore (The Neighbourhood), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Frost (Mitski), @/moonbends, I'm Your Man (Mitski), Sun Bleached Flies (Ethel Cain), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Three (Sleeping At Last), My Art

#nono you don't understand it's about the siblings #it's about how thalia lost jason once only to get him back and lose him again #it's how jason and bianca both walked into their deaths with their eyes wide open #it's about zeus trying to kill nico and bianca and him doing nothing to stop jason from dying #it's about thalia being in the hunters and nico hating her but he knows how to grieve with that kind of loss #so he'll help her. for jason. for bianca. because no one deserves to mourn a sibling alone #like these four barely interact but they're soooo connected i could go on forever #i'm so sad thalia and nico never actually got a scene together after the burning maze #and ALSO #it's about the fact that reyna is one of the most (if not the most) important people left in their lives #LIKE #do you think thalia found out how close nico and reyna were and started watching her more closely #because every person the two of them have shared has ended up six feet under #so reyna gets annoyed with how protective thalia is but she doesn't stop her bc part of her can tell thalia needs it #and nico constantly checks to make sure reyna's life force is still strong #bc he never wants to be caught off guard by a death again #ok im done now i promise #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #nico di angelo #reyna ramirez arellano #reyna avila ramirez arellano #web weaving #fanart #my art tag #thalia grace #jason grace #percy jackson #percy jackson fanart #bianca di angelo

[averlym]

litany of the martyrs (click for better resolution!)

#at some point i wanted to make an illustration for each character but in retrospect maybe each is multiple song-coded.. #drew the sketch for a quincy thing after a chat with a mutual reminded me this song existed dfsghjkl and then spent weeks rendering this #quincy cynthius martin #adamandi #i'm finally done with this! the saints especially were joys to paint and the halo a menace.... this has been the most ambitious one so far. #but it also took quite long because i only worked on it <engages with quincy> when mentally okay to deal with the themes. i'm not religious #but i do identify with the irrational(?ish) guilt + family legacy + academic achievement + disregard for self. also more complex thoughts #about love [but depsite quincent being a large part of quincy's character this piece deals with mostly the Rest of it. so another time..] #anyways! in the original sketch- the saints had heads bent towards quincy so the halo spikes pointed at him. but this worked better! halos #of the saints implying/creating one for quincy was a concept from the start though. in the show they don't touch him directly here but #differences in mediums i think- i don't have time in an image to craft a narrative so everything has to be happening. also artistic liberty #misc inspiration for this includes stained glass windows. i might have maybe misinterpreted the saint costume but i think i logic-ed it out #as the cloth part following a nun's habit w the hood. and then halo above. the material is also more transparent originally but i had. um. #too much fun painting fabric folds.. if you look closely you can see the basis of faces though behind the cloth; but only the vague shapes #because smth obscurity + inhumanness// cassian is the only one i gave a mouth though. that stems from melliot's post about the saints and #st cassian as spokesperson (<- did research teehee!) that's also how i found out which costume = which saint. speaking of which. #left to right: 'st lucy take my hand' // 'st lawrence give me strength' (presses quincy forward; but hand on shoulder connotates guidance) #/'st cassian help me smile' (quincy's mouth is btwn a grimace and a smile; tilts up at side. also no direct touch bc added insidiousness.) #//'st jude [...] i hope your causes burn' (jude's hand is in two places to show movement- nearing the flame and then snatching back; burnt) #other notes: at the midst of the flame the core is shaped like a human heart /the saints and their wax are all melting like the candle for #fun visual effect and also this way they are even less tangible <real>. perks of painting as a medium i guess. // also insp from icarus? #wax and burning imagery; looking at the halo and rays as parallel to sun that burns. too close to the sun; melting; hurting; hurtling // #candles at bottom are a nod to the frankly gorgeous set// also the entire composition kind of stems from the lyric <what use is a candle if #both ends aren't burning>; the two sides between the concepts of catholic guilt and academic perfection that spur quincy #the halo above (saints and guilt; litanyofthemartyrs) and the 'halo' below (academic papers; insp from choreo for perfect at school) #the papers were originally supposed to be more glowy. but i like the idea of it now being a reflection of how quincy's priorities shift #also of note is that <candle> in centre = quincy; w burning candle + aforementioned heart in flame -> most human; idea of love + passion #last thoughts: kneeling + hands close tgt = prayer //wax dripping onto the red As make an effect that looks like blood. because i like #hiding that within the adamandi pieces :OO continuity!! // i've run out of tags but yeah! had fun with this one! every so often i go a #little insane in making art and the final result astounds even me. ngl i'm quite proud of this one. pretty colours <3333

[marenk-thewaffledraws]

Had to get all of my feelings about dune out into a single drawing 🪐

#dune part two #illustration #digital illustration #drawing #dune #digital art #my art #myart #my work #dune movie #dune 2024 #paul atreides #chani kynes #this movie made me feel like the guy who went and painted the Sistine chapel #left me soooo inspired #maybe more to come from this hyperfixation

[estellaestella]

Zendaya slapping her way to Oscars 2025 😅 with Timothee Chalamet in DUNE:PART TWO (2024) & Josh O'Connor in CHALLENGERS (2024).

#zendaya #chani #challengers #dune part two #chani x paul #patrick x tashi #timothee chalamet #with her left and right hand! impressive! #josh o'connor #i hope she puts Chani up for Oscsr consideration instead of Tashi : it has more layers than Tashi and DUNE 2 is a better made movie #i really like the second gif coz the loop is so funny: his pre dlapped face looks like a reaction to the slap #i do love a gif with a good loop - which is why i make them so rarely 😄 theyre so much work!

[shootingstarwritings]

Wrestling with Heartache

Part 1/2

Kyle McCarthy fell madly in love at a time most college students did—in the middle of a hellish studying session for a class he despised. “Gotta make sure we get everything right…” he muttered to himself after chugging another full cup of ice cold coffee.

“Keep it together, Kyle,” said the young man right next to him. Kyle scowled but nodded. He looked over and wondered how a man so clearly drowning in exhaustion could still appear so beautiful.

His name was Michael Hayworth, top of the lightweight division. Despite it being his first semester on the team, he went undefeated in every meet. 'No doubt due to his disarming eyes,' thought Kyle. Once more, he got lost in those hazel whirlpools--

“Uh, Kyle? You still awake, buddy?” Michael said, still smiling as he handed Kyle another mug of coffee. “Here, this one’s still hot. It’ll wake you up. Just a half hour more and we should get some sleep.”

“O-Oh… uh, th-thank you.”

The following semester, Kyle applied to be a student manager for the wrestling team. After a tough interviewing period with coach Klaus Reynolds; a burly, no-nonsense man; Kyle spent more of his time with Michael despite sharing far fewer classes.

“Glad to see you got the job,” said Michael after a particularly sweaty day of practice. Just about the whole team was winded and groaning. The heat and dry air made their sweaty singlets stick uncomfortably close to their tight and toned bodies. However, even with the feast for the eyes that lied before him, Kyle’s gaze was still drawn to Michael and his radiant smile. “You’re the reliable kind, Kyle. Know you’ll do great!”

‘You’re wonderful, Michael,’ thought Kyle as he gathered up the used singlets and towels that the team had used the day before. Michael was truly one of a kind, and that only drove Kyle to possess such a man as he. Of course, Michael didn’t show much interested in a lanky and awkward guy like Kyle. Based on the dating app profile Kyle had found, Michael enjoyed bigger and heftier men.

‘Standing by Michael’s side,’ Kyle thought to himself, ‘would simply have to do.’

And it did… for a time. With each passing session, Kyle’s adoration and infatuation grew and grew. And with such a burning love came a frigid envy. The camaraderie that the wrestling team had with each other was something that Kyle was thankful for, but also deeply territorial towards. Each passing glance, loving touch, and accidental caress ignited heart pound with vitriolic and violent passion.

“Passion is a flame. It can provide or engulf,” Kyle’s roommate, a man at least a decade his senior, said. Though his hands were busy with the night’s meal, his ears were always free for friends. Armed with the patience of a monk and the shaggy hair of a hippie, Namba was a university student who applied late into the education system and studied to become a therapist. His enormous hair, rare for a man of his lineage, hid his eyes and gave him a unique appeared. Those that spoke with him often revealed far more than they intended, for they were able to speak to Namba without any judging eyes to put them on edge.

At least, that was Kyle’s hypothesis. For him, the lack of eye-contact with Namba made it easy for him to speak his mind. Long and awkward discussions about sexuality, lust, and just dirty talk were easy with the nonchalant Namba, who lived with a laissez-faire attitude.

“Please, continue,” said Namba, gesturing to Kyle. “I am curious to learn about your heartaches,” he continued without a hint of sarcasm.

“Wish I was a bit more like the other wrestling team members,” said Kyle as he washed the leftover dishes and arranged the utensils. Managing the equipment of the team was easy with a multi-tasking mind like his. He often joked that his hands had their own brains, but all three of them disagreed too much to make him a genius.

“So your wish is to be someone else?” said Namba as he set down a large pot of… something on the small kitchen table. Whatever it was, it smelled good.

“Hmm, I suppose. Michael’s so close to other members—especially guys like Nicholas or Zack. Oh man, now that guy." Kyle was about to go on a rant on the stoic man, but Namba warned him about tangents.

"Right, right," said Kyle, getting back on topic. "When me and the other team members talk, it’s nice. We get along fine. But it reeks of platonic interactions. Meanwhile, it always feels like the team members’ touching and groping each other, even when they play it off like jokes, last a little too much time.”

“Perhaps your passion is clouding your judgment? Or do you think it’s focusing your sight on the true enemy?”

“Calling them ‘enemies’ is a bit much… ‘Rivals’ is a bit more appropriate. We still get along.” Aside from the icy Zack and perhaps the stern and stoic coach Reynolds, Kyle could not recall any particularly bad interactions with the other team members. They thanked Kyle for doing work and approached him with friendly attitudes. It wasn’t bad at all, but somehow still disappointingly saccharine. Kyle wasn’t friends with any of the wrestling team members; they were merely coworkers. He could shoot the breeze, but not his shot. “If they were my enemies while I did their laundry and managed their stuff, then…”

“You’d be like those Victorian era heroines who secretly plotted the death of her lord while starching his clothes.”

“...A morbid comparison, but yes.”

“Well, my dear bed companion—“

“Please just use ‘roommate’ or ‘friend.’”

“—I have the solution to all our problems. Please, dine with me. A full stomach will calm your nerves.” Kyle shrugged and ate quickly. Eating from stress wasn’t anything new for him. He had gained a few pounds after entering university, and sadly most of it was not from muscle despite his semi-frequent visits to the gym.

“Dunno if I can have a ‘solution’ to this problem. Maybe I can work out some more,” said Kyle. He flexed a thin arm, grimacing as he saw the lack of real muscle. It had become far less flabby, but his genes and metabolism really let him down. At most, he could probably develop the body of a twunk if he went five days a week.

“That would be the preferred way, but younglings like you aren’t the type to wait around—and neither am I. It’s why I created this concoction.” Grinning, Namba gestured for Kyle to follow. The two left their dishes in the sink and made their way towards their next door neighbors. Often populated by a pair of twins and a friend, it seemed like the only one home at the time was Tim McDonald.

He was about Michael’s age, but had the personality of a man twice that. His round eyes comfortably slotted into a sour scowl or sneer. The trend continued as he answered the door to Namba’s loud and obnoxious knocking. “What?” he said, eyes narrowed as they peered back and forth between Michael and Namba.

Michael had never seen Tim crack a smile all semester. Most of the time, Tim shot one or two word responses and preferred to mind his own business. From what Michael had gathered, Tim was a business major with major ADHD. He wasn’t flunking, but it was clear that the time spent keeping his head above the academic waters soured his personality.

“Do you mind if we borrow some sugar?” asked Namba. “We have guests over and I forgot to purchase some more. My nan refuses to drink her tea without at least three sugar cubes’ worth.” Tim rolled his eyes, muttered something about old men, and slipped inside to look. While Tim’s back was turned, Namba stepped inside and snuck up behind him.

“Wha—“ Kyle began to say before Namba turned around and placed a finger over his lips before winking. He then bent his knees and jumped onto Tim.

Instead of an impact, Namba’s lithe yet hairy body sunk into Tim’s huskier frame. Tim let out a choked cry, back arching as a whole man slipped inside of him. He grabbed onto the kitchen counter, body convulsing as a few changes began to appear. His short, blond hair turned a shade darker and a big shaggier. Bangs that were usually combed back grew and covered his eyes much like Namba’s.

After a few moments of struggling, Tim let out a large, relaxed sigh. “Mmm, worked like a charm.” Spinning on the ball of his foot, Tim grinned and pointed at himself. “And that’s exactly the kind of gift you can do now, kiddo.”

“I… wha…?”

“It’s me, Namba!” he said. He slipped off Tim's shift and began to pose. "Mmm... this youthful body feels so much easier to move in that my own!"

After a bit of panic and a few questions, Namba detailed his plan to Kyle.

~o~

Three days. That was how long the concoction would remain in both of their systems. After that, they would need to prepare new broth. “Is this not what you wanted? To grow close to that man? Well, for a while at least, you can.” The effect of the concoction would allow one to ‘merge’ their soul with another body for a limit of 72 hours. No more. “It’s a small reprieve, but I believe you deserve it after such hard work. Perhaps it’ll even give you clues as to how to naturally grow closer to Michael with your own charm. Charm that you do possess, despite your protests.”

“But,” Kyle had asked, “What do you get out of it? You said this would solve a problem you had as well.”

“Ah, you see… I have little money to spare, and I ended getting a bit too invested at the slots and borrow some money from friends, so…”

“You’re worse than the freshmen.” Kyle had told him.

‘Becoming someone else,’ thought Kyle as he made his way to the laundry room. It was another Friday night, and he had been unable to decide on what to do with the gift Namba had granted. ‘Michael…? No. The coach? Maybe…?’

All Kyle wanted was to be close to Michael, if only for a day. Taking over one of the other wrestlers was the way to do so, but finding and isolating one of them would be the hard part.

However, luck would soon turn for Kyle as he made his way to the laundry room, the singlets and jockstraps of the team in tow. In the room, wearing only a pair of white briefs and little else, was a member of the wrestling team. Zackary Kuvaev. Tall, imposing, and often wearing a scowl on his stone-like face. When Kyle into the room, Zackary merely grunted in acknowledgement while glaring down at one of the laundry machines.

“Um, hello, Zack. Uh… run out of clothes…?”

“Roommates. Prank. Last clothes stained.” Only rarely did Zack’s voice and face betray much emotion. The only time that occurred was often when Michael wrapped an arm around the stoic Zack’s shoulders and…

Michael…

Zack continued to glare at the machine, not paying the slightest bit of attention towards Kyle. ‘He’ll regret that.‘ Kyle held no real malice towards Zack, but the envy and territorial rush of emotions in his chest overruled any sense of guilt he might’ve had.

Hesitation thrown to the wind, Kyle broke into a sprint and dived into Zack’s back. The older wrestler let out a startled gasp as another man suddenly fought him for dominance over his own body. No words were spoken, only shouts and groans as Zack collapsed onto his knees, clutching and clawing at his chest. “AHH…! Ahh…! AAAHHH!” Small patches began to sprout throughout his formerly smooth body, particularly around the arms, chest, legs, and armpits. His sharp and stoic face turned the slightest bit softer and rounder. Hawk-like eyes began kinder and his scowl became a look of pure wonder.

“It really did work…” muttered Kyle as he looked down at his beefy arms and masculine hands. The difference truly should’ve been just a few pounds of muscle, but the sheer energy and strength that coursed through his body was borderline euphoric. “Oh wow!” Kyle stood up on his toes and marveled at how graceful the movement felt. He paraded around the room, admiring each swing of his arms and his powerful gaits. Never Kyle’s life did he believe that his glutes could be so powerful.

 “Everytime he touches me, I feel electricity course my body. He’s wonderful. He’s divine. And I will make him mine.” Plunging smooth yet muscular arm into the laundry hamper, Kyle dug around until he found the singlet labeled Michael. With a madman’s grin, Kyle forced Zack to say, “Until then, I’ll have to satisfy myself with just this.”

It was a few size too small, but Kyle appreciated the singlet squeezing into his well-built body. He flexed and let out an involuntary moan. Zack’s cock, freely leaking, stained Michael’s singlet even further. “It smells just like him,” said Kyle. He squeezed and rubbed against the rubbery fabric, muttering Michael’s name the whole time. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Your scent, your smile, your slightly crooked grin, the kind way you speak, the way you move… oh…!” Just the thought of approaching Michael in such a performance drove Kyle’s mind to the peak of insanity. And also forcing Zack to do it all? Acting as a cum dumpster for the two of them? “OH…! Nnngh…. AAAARRRRGHHH!”

Kyle let out a guttural groan using Zack’s voice as his cock pumped load after load into Michael’s used singlet. Kyle could’ve sworn he saw white as the torrents of cum burst from Zack’s abused dick. His knees, already sweating and wobbly, gave out on him as he collapsed onto a messy, white-stained pile. His fingers, toes, and thighs continued to twitch as he rode the last of the climax. “Haahh...Haaaahhh…!”

Once Zack’s breathing was under control, Kyle stood back up and stretched. “That was… amazing…!” Kyle flexed Zack’s muscular arm again, still surprised at his control over him. “All right, let’s get this done!” He said, wearing a grin that Zack would never be caught dead showing off.

While nowhere near as intense as the masturbation, using another body while getting errands done felt erotic as well. Kyle bounced through the room, enjoying the way his body would gently sway with each movement.

Not too long after he finished doing the laundry, he received a response from Michael. “Finished chilling with some friends at the rec center. Just relaxing in my room rn. U?”

Cock already erect, Kyle told Michael that he was free to hang out. It took a few minutes, but Michael replied with a, “Sure! :D”

“Fuck yes!” Kyle cried out, pumping his fist high into the air as soon as he saw the message. He rushed through the campus, running full-sprint with Zack’s powerful legs as he made his way to Zack’s room to drop off the remain clothes.

Once he arrived, he quickly dressed Zack’s body in clothes more suited for the night air, but he also made sure to wear a jock-strap underneath. From what Kyle could gleam from Zack’s memory, he knew that Zack and Michael had fooled around on more than one occasion.

There was a streak of envy that rushed through Kyle’s heart, but he quickly reasoned that his ability would mean that Michael could belong to him.

Him and only him…

“Hey, nice to see ya,” said Michael. He wore a loose wifebeater and a pair of shorts that seemed so easy to tear off. Kyle put on a restrained smile and nodded. “Well, c’mon in! I swear, you act like such a robot sometimes,” Michael said as he pulled Zack inside, chuckling the whole time. Kyle could’ve sworn he had the smile of a cherub as he spoke. On and on, they chatted while sitting around in Michael’s empty apartment. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but…

Just being by Michael’s side, somehow for that night it satiated Kyle. They spent the night together playing video games, drinking some cheap beer Michael had in his fridge, and enjoying some bad Adult Swim shows. Throughout the night, Kyle intended to make moves on Michael and make him his own. And yet, some part of him was unable to commit. Even as the clock grew closer to 2:00 in the morning, Kyle was hardly able to do more than a simple flirt.

‘This isn’t how I figured it would go,’ Kyle thought to himself while Michael used the bathroom. His fantasies of pining Michael to the wall with Zack’s impressive physique evaporated into little more than idle dreams. Every time he would even think about making a move, some part of him withdrew. Was a fear of showing affection? Was Zack’s body doing something to him? And yet, when he stared into Michael’s charming smiles or soft chuckles, Kyle felt his heart flutter once more.

Then why? More than anything, Kyle wanted to love Michael, but…

“Hmm? Anyone I’m interested in?” Michael echoed. Just before the night wrapped up, Kyle, hoping that his desperation wasn’t quite so obvious, asked Michael once he left the restroom. A few beers went a long way to loosen the tongue. Kyle himself was fully well aware of that.

“Um… well, I kinda prefer older men,” began Michael. Grinning, he said, “Someone like Coach Reynolds, actually. Don’t tell anyone, though!” he chuckled like a schoolgirl gossiping about her friends. “He’s really hot. Someone like him—oh man, a thick and tough man like him is the best.”

‘Ah, so that was it.’

“How come you’re suddenly so interested?”

“No reason. Good luck on your love conquests., friend”

Michael chuckled again before turning over and lying down on the couch. “Good luck to you too…” he said. The sleepiness was audible in his voice. So he was that type of drinker. Kyle could feel his chest grow heavy as he felt a sudden urge to protect him. With just a bit of alcohol, anyone could take advantage of poor Michael. He really needed to remain straight and make sure that nobody laid a finger on his friend.

Kyle shook his head. Where had those thoughts come from? It was as if someone had turned a valve and allowed a flood of emotions and memories to fill Zack’s head. Were these… Zack’s inner thoughts? It made a certain amount of sense. Somehow, the thoughts didn’t “sound” like Kyle’s inner narrator—whatever that meant. He couldn’t explain, but it was a distinction that he could make.

“You’re too defenseless,” said Kyle. With slight hesitation, he placed a hand on Michael’s bare arm, and lightly rubbed it. It was only a slight touch, something that Zack had most likely experience many times over, but it was enough. Just for tonight, it was enough for Kyle.

“Your love. I hope it comes true.” Since starting university, Kyle had wished for someone to utter those words for him. At the very least, he could pretend that it was truly Zack giving his support.

“It’s… It’s not going… anywhere…” muttered Michael. Soon after, his gentle snoring felt heavy on Kyle’s borrowed ears.

‘Don’t be sure about that, Michael.’

#male possession #there's some more left but I haven't had the time to write it yet #this was originally a commission I'm releasing since it took me like #months to write #anyway part two sometime this month #maybe #male body possession

[moonlit-knightz]

the women of dune part 2! ❤️

#they all served #and left no crumbs #they’re all so beautiful damn #idk who i want to be more #as a gay it would be between princess irulan or lady margot #but in reality i’m chani lmao #dune #dune part two #dune part 2 #chani #princess irulan #lady jessica #gaius helen mohiam #lady margot fenring #shishakli

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 768: Doubashi attack!!

Pag 1

1: Orange....

“Less of a hero”? Ah!?

2: Nonsense!!

You've never been a hero to begin with!!

Pag 2

1: Ha..... Hakogaku!!

Even Hakogaku caught up!!

2: Thick.... thick.....

3: A man like this holds the strongest of powers!!

6: I'm thin compared to him!!

That's not true, Oosumi-kun!!

7: Senpai, is he strong?

The Hakogaku member who last year defeated Sohoku's Kaburagi in the first day's sprint is

Pag 3

1: him, Doubashi Masakiyo!!

Buah!!

Pag 4

2: Buah...

So in the end you've decided to run?

3: “Chicken”

Pag 5

1: We're passing by the sign the signals 5km until the sprint line!!

2: Hakone Academy.....!!

3: Ace sprinter, Doubashi!!

Ugh.....

6: We're at “5km left” until the sprint

7: There's not much left

Pag 6

1: It won't take more than “10 minutes”!!

2: So you've come, Doubashi!!

It's “san”!!

San!!

How many times have I told you!!

3: Again!!

Pag 7

1: You want to get revenge against me!!

2: That's how someone who won last year would speak, but you lost against me!!

3: Hahaha, are you being a sore loser?

I'm telling you you're the one who lost!!

4: Whatever, come at me!!

It's not whatever, what are you even thinkin when saying that!!

Are you that self confident

Pag 8

1: We'll definitely win!!

2: Interesting, buah!! I came here to humble you!!

4: Ugh....

He's different.....!! He's much more dangerous now that he's running rather than when I met him this morning in the tent!!

Pag 9

1: Hakone Academy's Doubashi!! He's so overwhelmingly intimidating!!

It's like the pressure of a huge raging bull that has its eyes on you!!

2: Just by looking at me he makes me feel like my hands and feet are restrained

Issa fought against someone like him last year!?

4: No!!

5: Calm down

Steady your breathing

6: Swallow your nerves, Danchiku Ryuuhou!!

Pag 10

1: He moved on his own!!

Everyone is so overpowered by Hakogaku that they're not moving!!

For me, on the contrary

2: It's a chance!!

Nagoya's Komao used the curve and jumped ahead

He plans on going ahead alone!!

Pag 11

3: The sprint line is 5km from here!!

Horse acceleration!!

I think I can aim for a breakaway victory!!

4: That guy has a reputation for running solo!!

Gallop!!

This is bad!!

5: Doubashi has an incredible pressure!? But isn't this kind of things

6: just fears that we create ourselves!?

7: I can keep going like this!!

Doubashi isn't worth fearing!!

Pag 13

1: Where are you going?

3: Uaaaaaaagh

Pag 14

1: I thought I was 200m ahead of him, and yet

2: I could have let you go freely, but if you keep wandering around in front of my eyes like that

3: I can't win comfortably!!

Wa-

Pag 15

1: Hakogaku's Doubashi accelerated in an instant and passed Nagoya!!

Gallop!!

2: Together with Sohoku!!

3: Ah!? “Sohoku”!? Tch!! He reacted at the same time as me...?

4: You're the only one who can react at the same speed as me in this leading pack

Orange!!

Pag 16

2: Chicken!!

Pag 17

2: Orange is still behind!?

3: Did he give an order to this guy?

4: And he still managed to keep up with my speed of reaction!?

6: What, this guy's eyes, this running

Pag 18

1: What happened, your expression has changed!!

So this guy wasn't a chicken!!

2: Sorry, Doubashi-san

We'll take this sprint

3: The two of us!!

Pag 19

1: Garuaagh

2: After stopping Nagoya down, Sohoku number 5 jumped out from there

3: and attacked again!!

Tch

4: Hahaha

I told you!!

Pag 20

1: “We'll definitely win”!!

2: Orange!!

Hahaha, what we're aiming for is to be

3: “Japan's number one”!!

4: I'll make you Japan number two!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 768 #kaburagi keeps being the funniest person around i adore him asdhsdgfkd #how tf did he became 100 times more stupid since aoyagi left #did aoyagi take aways all of his braincells when he left???? #was he actually kaburagi's brain???? #anyway i adore him and i adora his relationship with doubashi ashdlsdfjhlds #their whole exchange in this chapter made me laugh so much i took longer than necessary to translate that part lmao #the best way to defeat your opponent is just to pretend youve won already against the #mental battle won: kabu 1 doubashi 0 #now leaving those two dumbasses aside for a moment #DANCHIKUUUUU YOU FUCKING GO BOYYYYY #its his time to shine you go boy show us (and doubashi) what youve got #i love this thing they have where kabu gives the order #bc one would think danchiku (being the one with a brain) would do that but nope! kabu does #and when it comes down to it he is pretty good at it #btw lets not forget that kiji is about to arrive too #and hes going to be the last - which means by kabu's logic that hes the hero #which means that hes gonna win???? #idk i feel like thats whats gonna happen

[silo1013]

salvaged from the office fire in 1998

#my art #the x files #dana scully #fox mulder #alex krycek #i was talking about this on twitter yesterday but #i have a LOTTTTTT a lot of thought about this part of season two #mainly because i think that while scully probably realized she was never going to find peace ever again after emily #i do believe that the last time mulder ever thought everything would be okay was right before scully’s abduction #which is also kind of why i think mulder was closer to killing himself in ascension than in gethsemane #at the end of season four mulder is kind of resigned to his and scully’s lives unravelling #he’s more suspicious and slower to trust then he ever was #while ascension was the first time he was like. Oh okay. It’s over for us forever and ever #and the fact that he was still open and still kind of okay before that just kind of makes it worse #that he was just betrayed and left hanging and lost everyone he thought he had in one fell swoop #ascension jades the fuck out of him and you can see it. like through the whole series there are threads of it #his tendency to rely on skinner regresses for a while. he becomes even less functional when scully is gone. #he has far less patience for his informants and he refuses to rely on anyone the way he tried to on krycek #like it’s just. such an obvious shift in his character that you can tell his mindset about his and scully’s life has changed #and that’s a huge part of the show’s tragedy i think. ​there is no peace. there is no rest. it’s never going to be okay

[peachviz]

ACT two: the EMISSARY

a study on Ben Sisko. Starfleet Captain, Emissary, and Father.

Part of a multi-edit study told in 4 Acts,

#it’s gearing up #just two more parts left #star trek edit #star trek #ds9 #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #avery brooks #captain sisko #benjamin sisko #ben sisko #TikTok #tiktok edits #simon and garfunkel #jake sisko #bajoran #the emissary #picard #captain picard

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya &lt;3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu x reader #just two more parts left omg T.T #I'm gonna cry when it's over for sure T.T #rest assured #I'll continue another old series #BTW: I am very honored about all the responses and comments I've received so far T.T y'all just trying to make me cry #AND IT'S WORKING #happy tears only though #I'm also very sorry for the belated chapter #I've had an exam yesterday #and I'll have more next week #so I'll probably post the next chapter at the end of next week #wish me luck! <3 #I'll still be active here don't worry #I'm also almost finished with the next part actually #because I couldn't decide where to make the cut #the next chapter might just be my favorite hehe <3 #love you <3