Tumgik
drylan · 12 hours
Note
how rylan became official
"So, um..." Dylan started, laid heavily against Ryan as they sat beneath the lodge stairs.
They were sticky, sweaty, gross, and covered in dried blood from various sources, including Dylan himself. But they were both just too tired to do anything but lean against each other.
Selfishly, Dylan loved the added contact. And sure, maybe he was a bit woozy from limb and blood loss. But he just had to ask. After surviving that night and waiting to see what the future would hold for them, he just had to.
"What's up, man?" Ryan offered after clearing his throat, not moving away as Dylan's head slipped to his shoulder.
"Did you...really wanna kiss me? At the party?"
"Uh, duh."
"Hey!"
"I picked you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but..." Was it pity? Or something else equally as sad?
"That's not really what you want to ask though, is it?" And when the fuck did Ryan get that intuitive? Perhaps Dylan had underestimated how much the other man had paid attention to him.
"No, it isn't. I just...do you...would you ever, y'know, like me?"
"Like you?"
"Y'know like..."
"Like a boyfriend." Ryan grew quiet for a moment, before running a hand down his side, pulling him in closer from where he had slipped down a bit. "Yeah, I...I'm up for that. I-if you still like me after, the whole...cutting your hand off thing."
"Holy shit!" Dylan laughed, voice loud and body shaking as he grins at Ryan. He was definitely losing it, overtired and a bit crazed after everything. "Ryan Erzahler is my boyfriend...wow."
"And Dylan Lenivy is mine."
As Ryan looked down at where Dylan had sunk into his side once more, he tilted his chin back and kissed him gently.
...maybe it was worth the werewolves after all.
8 notes · View notes
drylan · 12 hours
Text
Tumblr media
I’m gonna start this blog off with some of my older artworks when the Quarry just came out 🫶🏼
I’m still learning how to use Tumblr, so bear with me :)
You can find me on TikTok too under the same name, HOWEVER I post ALL my art there, so stay here for fanarts only ;)
30 notes · View notes
drylan · 12 hours
Note
Hi hi !! Is it okay if I use some prompts from you for my own fics? I’ve sent some in during my writers block to get inspiration and now that I’m crawling out of it, I realized some I’ve sent in are things I’d like writing more in depth. Obviously it wouldn’t be word for word, but just the basic concept ^^
yeah whatever u wanna do fam
3 notes · View notes
drylan · 12 hours
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
🚫🍆🐻
33 notes · View notes
drylan · 12 hours
Note
trans dylan asking ryan to eat him out for the first time
"So." Dylan smirked, swaying his hips as he circled their bed, shameless in all his nudity as Ryan stared up at him. "You sure you're ready for all this, big guy?" He motioned vaguely, unable to hide his smile.
"Babe, you know I am." Ryan looked so, well, serious. It was endearing, how intense his expression was as Dylan crawled across their bed.
They, for lack of a better way to put it, sucked on each other's tongues for what felt like hours, before Ryan flipped them over. Dylan grinned down at him as he trailed kisses down his chest and stomach. "That's right, Ry, fuck, you're so good to me..."
"You deserve it." God, he was being so extra sweet, wasn't he? Dylan appreciated it, the extra gentleness and kind words. It was their first time doing this, after all, and he was a bit nervous about it. But all those nerves melted away as he felt Ryan's mouth on him.
"Fuck, h-holy shit-!" He really knew how to work his lovely lips and, apparently, huge tongue, didn't he? As Dylan relaxed back into the sheet, hand sneaking down to clutch Ryan's thick hair, he found himself incapable of suppressing the moans that slipped out of his mouth.
They would really have to do this more often.
5 notes · View notes
drylan · 12 hours
Text
askbox is open again for rylan prompts
just for a little bit~
1 note · View note
drylan · 2 days
Note
Ryan surprising Dylan for his birthday with a new toy
"Oh, Ryan, you didn't!" Dylan gasped, eyes wide as he stared down at the velvety smooth box, which he had torn open just moments earlier.
Now he got why Ryan said that they should save the big present for at home. Because Dylan knew, as he traced the firm silicone with his trembling hand, that their friends would never let either of them live it down that all Dylan really wanted was a toy in the shape of his boyfriend's length.
He knew with each vein and bump and detail, that it was undeniably Ryan. "Wow, it's just...just what I wanted, I-"
"It still feels weird to think about." Ryan admitted, face bright red as he rubbed at his nose shyly, gentle gaze averted a bit. Dylan pictured him reaching out to the company, working to make sure the mold was just perfect. "But, I-I'm glad you're happy..."
"I am, thank you." He leant over their kitchen table and gave Ryan a deep steaming kiss. "Now I get to have you inside me, between my legs, right? And in my mouth at the same time..."
"...whoa."
"I know, right?"
"Dude." Ryan gasped.
"C'mon, let's go break this new toy in." Dylan tucked the toy under his arm and took Ryan's hand, tugging him upstairs. He was pleased to see the awkwardness give way to excitement, both of them nearly tripping over each other.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
11 notes · View notes
drylan · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media
Dylan is the only one who can break through Ryan's stern mask, and he helps him to loosen up, forget about his hard life and practice a bit of optimism.
At least for as long as they're with each other..
Since they're often separated, Dylan gifted his favourite hoodie to Ryan, as a reminder that they'd see each other soon again. Gladly Ryan isn't allergic to cat fur, since Schrödinger likes to make sure he's remembered as well :)
(Idk what Schrödinger looks like so I just made this out of it ^^)
45 notes · View notes
drylan · 2 days
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Dylan + 🔥
49 notes · View notes
drylan · 2 days
Text
we also need to talk about ryan cause you know that boi is fit and fine
like he is one of them unassuming types that look like a twig i mean he's still kinda twiggy but in reality he's cut, all hard lines and tight muscle
and you know he's got a furry/hairy chest that dylan just loves to nuzzle and run his fingers through, especially when the hair is all wet and slippery from their shower the lake water
abs made for doing jello or tequila shots off of
a fact dylan enjoys greatly
12 notes · View notes
drylan · 2 days
Text
ryan:
Tumblr media
we don't talk about dylan being an absolute tank enough
like is he super fast or strong? not necessarily
but oh man you can't knock him over easily, at all
he's got a freakishly high pain tolerance mayhaps hidden pain kink
and is still pretty big and wide as always good for cuddles but also good for defense
he probably can drink everyone else under the table, same with a little puffpuff pass
which is beneficial cause ryan is a lightweight
idk where i was going with this but ryan enjoys his very solid bf
51 notes · View notes
drylan · 4 days
Text
Tumblr media
Finally, we going to date👨‍❤️‍👨#1
Ryan: A-…Are you kidding,right?
Dylan: hehe💛
363 notes · View notes
drylan · 4 days
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
43 notes · View notes
drylan · 4 days
Text
we don't talk about dylan being an absolute tank enough
like is he super fast or strong? not necessarily
but oh man you can't knock him over easily, at all
he's got a freakishly high pain tolerance mayhaps hidden pain kink
and is still pretty big and wide as always good for cuddles but also good for defense
he probably can drink everyone else under the table, same with a little puffpuff pass
which is beneficial cause ryan is a lightweight
idk where i was going with this but ryan enjoys his very solid bf
51 notes · View notes
drylan · 4 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Some Angst to go to bed with 🥹 I wonder who they’re thinking about in their presumably last moments?
36 notes · View notes
drylan · 5 days
Text
Tumblr media
245 notes · View notes
drylan · 5 days
Note
Dylan telling Ryan about his little achievements, no matter how small or unnecessary, in hopes of hearing some praise
"I did the dishes!" Dylan said pleasantly, calling from the kitchen as he found Ryan laid out on their couch, petting Schrodinger.
"Thanks, babe. That's awesome." Ryan smiled over at him, taking Dylan's still-damp hand and kissing his knuckles. Which was sweet, but not what Dylan was looking for.
Alright, well, he would try later, then. Sure, Ryan knew about his kink and Dylan wasn't shy, usually. But this dynamic was new to their relationship and he was unsure how to ask for it.
The next day, after work, he rushed home and excitedly told Ryan about a project he had completed. How his boss thought it was great and he had saved the team weeks of additional modeling research.
He knew some of it just went over Ryan's head, but Ryan popped open a bottle of wine to celebrate and said. "That big brain of yours. My amazing man." And kissed his forehead. It was lovely. It was sweet. It just wasn't quite what he wanted. It was closer, but, no dice.
That Saturday morning he got up early, even early for him who was always an early riser, and made them a yummy breakfast. Ryan's eyes bulged as he took in the food and thanked Dylan for the coffee. "Not that I don't love this, but...did I miss an anniversary or something? Shit, like, did I mess up? Normally we just order in Saturdays..."
"Yeah, true, it's just...I wanted to treat you." Which wasn't untrue, but it wasn't the full truth and Dylan's expression gave that away, Ryan quirking an eyebrow. "Also, I wanted you to...tellmeI'magoodboy." He mushed the last words together, face flushing and he began to sip on his coffee, burning his tongue with his urgency.
"What was that?" Ryan said plainly, unbothered.
"Nevermind. Doesn't matter." He said, biting on a piece of pancake and looking anywhere but Ryan. Shit. Shit. Abort. He was absolutely not ready to ask for this, nope.
"I thought I heard that you wanted to be called a good boy." Dylan frozen as Ryan crept over the table just a bit, laying a hand over his residual limb and gently stroking the soft skin there. "Are you my good boy?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"I asked..." Ryan began, deep voice raw and heavy with lust and sleepiness. It went right between Dylan's legs and up to his brain, tucked away into his spank bank. "...are you my good boy?"
"I'm your good boy."
"That's what I want to hear." Ryan pulled back slightly, but Dylan was nearly trembling and Ryan's eyes were locked on him as they ate. "Finish up your breakfast and then you'll show me just what a good boy you are...is that okay?" His voice grew softer towards the end, giving Dylan an out if needed or wanted.
"That is so, so okay, oh my God."
If he ate a little bit faster after that, well, Ryan had the decency to not mention it.
10 notes · View notes