#dylan minnette

[joshuaballsett]

[a1exaaaa]

gotta love the nerdy weird awkward but confident at times men that are so attractive for no reason

[supfag]

DYLAN MINNETTE

[nobitchs-world]

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

[milogirtheim]

[felixlefebvre]

WALLOWS Live from Amazon Music’s City Sessions at Bowery Ballroom in New York City on May 23rd, 2024.

[kitc0nn0r]

[niallhoranhasthat1thing]

Dylan Minnette

via isabellaelei

[joshuaballsett]

[lvndrfucks]

hiii !! are you able to do just cute tour moments with dylan ?? either on stage or not ?? thank u sm for writing for the wallows cuz i swear no one writes for them 😭

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆tour moments ft. dylan｡˚🐻𖤐🧋

➤ during performances, you sang clairo’s part in “are you bored yet?” you’d usually sing from behind your keyboard until fans were making comments that you should be up front with dylan during the verse.

just as you were about to sing, dylan quickly raced to your side and offered his hand out. you laughed while singing.

“feels like I've known you my whole life, i can see right through your lies.” hands intertwined, dylan led you to the front as the crowd roared in excitement. “i don't know where we're going, but i'd like to be by your side.”

your cheeks began to hurt from smiling as he circled around, his eyes never leaving yours. the two of you harmonized. “if you could tell me how you're feelin', maybe we'd get through this undefeated. holdin' on for so long.”

instead of going back to the keyboard, the two of you jumped around stage until the song finished.

➤ fans also made the connection that you and dylan often shared clothing. there were countless photos online that showed side by side comparisons of him wearing a shirt/sweater and you wearing the same one. they thought it was sweet and you thought it was cute how people picked up on the little things.

one time, during a concert, dylan decided to tease the audience a bit.

it was after you performed a song and were about to do the talking portion when dylan leaned into the mic.

he called your name. “i really like your shirt. where’d you get it?”

you glanced down, giggling a bit. “thanks. i’m not sure, actually. just something i found from my closet.”

“i didn’t know my suitcase was considered your closet now.”

the crowd screamed as you rolled your eyes playfully, waving a hand at him dismissively.

of course, there was one memorable moment in particular that was a fan favorite.

“hi, guys,” you beamed into the mic. “do you guys like my outfit?” it was a sheer lace crop top with black lace trim and gothic-inspired lettering. the top was paired with a denim skirt with a ruffled hem, giving it a playful touch. “my boyfriend got it for me.” more cheers erupted. “can we say thank you dylan?”

you laughed at the boy’s red face as half of the audience just screamed while there were a mix of thank you’s thrown in. braeden and cole thought it would be funny to thank dylan as well as they said it into their microphones.

➤ a lot of behind the scenes moments were shared online, whether they were on tour or in the recording studio. if you focused hard enough and squinted your eyes, you and dylan would be spotted in the background of certain scenes.

during the beginning of your guys’ relationship, you tried not to show too much pda in front of the camera. now, the two of you could care less.

most of them consisted of the two of you close to each other. you sitting on his lap, him having one arm around you. there would be little snippets of the two of you messing around thrown in.

as you were doing your makeup, dylan approached you from behind with a camcorder. you flashed him a small smile before focusing back to your makeup. he zoomed in on you through the mirror.

“isn’t she gorgeous?”

you tried biting back a smile, attempting to glare at him.

“see? she’s cute even while trying to be mad at me.” you placed your palm over the lens, pushing away gently. “hey, don’t hate the camera man,” dylan defended.

“go bother braeden.” you breathed out a laugh.

“fine. only because i like bothering him.”

dylan peppered your cheek with kisses, the camera only getting a shot of your shoulder when he leaned in. but the audience knew what happened.

➤ have you guys seen that one clip of ross lynch and jaz sinclair (rip) at one of the driver era concerts and she’s dancing around while he just stares at her in full admiration? and when she goes to walk away, he’s just following her with his lips pressed against hers, not wanting her to go?

yeah, that was definitely you and dylan.

during your songs, you interacted with the crowd quite a bit and liked to dance around the stage. dylan always had heart-shaped eyes watching as you pulled the silliest moves just to see him laugh.

you both leaned in for a kiss, but he didn’t want to pull away. you attempted to walk back to your keyboard, but he was right behind you with his lips still against yours. eventually, you placed your hand on his chest to pull back, cheeks red and smile so wide that it hurt.

“love you,” he mouthed.

you blew him a kiss that he pretended to hit his heart.

[boypied]

can you do Dylan minnette x male reader and Dylan makes reader worship his abs and biceps and then they fuck

You run your tongue along his bulging bicep, feeling it flex as your spit coats it. Your eyes flutter back, and you let out quiet and desperate moans as you hump against the bed while Dylan just flexes beneath your tongue. You gently nibble his bicep before pulling away to look at him from above, Dylan pulls up his shirt, revealing his rippling abs.

You worship Dylan's abs and perfect arms, till he grips you by the throat and flips you on your back sliding his cock in your ass. You take every inch of his cock, your eyes flutter back as he begins to destroy your asshole pumping his cock in and out of your tight little boy pussy.

Dylan fucks you for a while until he shoots his load inside your tight little asshole, he fills you up to the brim. Your eyes flutter back as you feel his cum perfectly shoot right up against your sweet spot causing you to shoot your load out.

[nobitchs-world]

What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:

What I actually mean:

[milogirtheim]

[felixlefebvre]

DYLAN MINNETTE at WALLOWS concert.

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you had accompanied dylan to one of his concerts and you didn't really enjoy what you witnessed.

✮ … “that was one of the best concerts we’ve done so far, don’t you think?” dylan questioned as he changed into a new pair of shorts after his shower.

you rolled your eyes. probably because every girl there was eye fucking you. you thought to yourself. “mm, could’ve been better.” you shrugged, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a compliment escaping your mouth.

you had to admit the concert was mind-blowing. you loved seeing dylan up on stage, his hot and sweaty body turned you on more than anything, what didn’t though was when you noticed how the crowd was the same as you; turned on and needy.

the words left your mouth, dylan automatically knew something was up. you were always his #1 supporter no matter what so he knew when you had said that, something had to be off.

“how so?” he was combing through his wet hair waiting for you to respond. it purposely took you a while to respond but when you did it was a very sassy remark.

“i don’t know, maybe less eye sex with the crowd?” you picked at your nails. your comment brought a tiny smile to dylan’s face. dylan loved when you got jealous of how the crowd loved him. the way your jaw clenched as you commented about the crowd.

he laughed under his breath. “oh so you were jealous? is that it?” he turned to look at you, his eyes burning into you.

you felt as if you shrunk where you stood. “n-no!” you stuttered immediately defensive. you avoided eye contact trying to look at anything else. “why would i be jealous? just saying, that’s probably why you thought it was your best performance.

he clicked his tongue. “not necessarily, i was more focused on how well we genuinely performed. i don’t know.. you seem jealous though, baby.” he teased, wanting to get a rise out of you.

you finally looked at his face and his beautiful eyes. “doesn’t matter.” you muttered, still bitter. the scene that replayed in your head when dylan was singing directly in front of a group of girls, as they all pawed at his shirt pulling him closer. one girl even grabbed his hair and caressed it; just like how you would. “they can have you.”

of course, you weren’t serious, he knew that. you had always been a brat about these kinda of things and dylan loved putting you in your place. today though, he wanted to take a different approach.

you watched as dylan stood up and set down the shirt he was about to change into. how he then walked toward you slowly looking down at you. your gaze moved down staring at the ground feeling his intimidating gaze he put two fingers under your chin to move your head up to look at him.

his damn smile, it practically killed you. “d’ya need me to show you how i’m yours and only yours?” his thumb moved to your bottom lip pulling it down slightly to reveal your bottom teeth. you were in a trance as he bent down, head centimeters away from yours. “hmm?” he was waiting for a response. like always, you didn’t know what to say or respond with.

he kneeled down on both knees. “why’d you go all quiet on me now, huh?” his hands trailed over your thighs, meeting in the middle multiple times before trialing back to the side and up again. the connection sending you chills that followed its path. “i can show you, baby. you just gotta say the words. go on don’t be shy, say em’”

your breathing had begun to increase at a more rapid pace. his touch always had this effect on you. you leaned back letting the tickling sensation of his fingertips relax you. he was looking at you through his lashes as he grinned slightly loving how his actions impacted you.

you wouldn’t say you were nervous but… you were nervous. a few seconds later you had gained the courage to speak up. “show me.” you whispered, encouraging him to go further and do what he was going to do to you.

he licked his lower lip before nodding. “yes ma’am.” he began by tapping your hips so you could lift them. he then slowly began to pull your bottoms down, bringing your panties down with them leaving you bare in front of him. his mouth watered as he made eye contact with your pretty glistening pussy. like a starving man, he pulled your knees closer to him causing you to be leaned back at a 110-degree angle trying to keep yourself propped up.

he licked his lips before leaning down stopping right before he touched your center. “m’gonna show you how much you mean to me. gonna make you feel so good.” his breath feathered your pussy causing you to buck your hips up with impatience.

you nodded not speaking up, just wanting him to touch you already. he noticed how desperate you were for him so he went ahead and closed the gap wrapping his lips around your lower ones making the most obnoxious sounds. your hand immediately went to his hair and clutched it in your grasp. “ohh fuck — “ a tiny moan slipped past your lips.

he slurped up your arousal slathering his saliva all over your sex. his hands were smoothing over your thighs before he moved them to your pussy and used his fingers to spread your folds more, stimulating where you needed him the most. he worked his tongue like magic, making you clench your eyes shut as you felt your legs try to close at the sensation.

he tutted before moving them apart. “cmon, keep em’ open.” he groaned against you; the vibrations sending chills throughout your body. your mouth fell agape when you looked down and saw the sight of dylan completely devouring you. he flicked his tongue over and over sending you closer and closer. “God, you’re the only one for me.” he praised, making the most pornographic sounds.

you bit your tongue as you embraced the wave of pleasure that was about to hit you. you pathetically whined to dylan, trying to voice how close you were. “mmnph — m’so close.” you gasped, your thighs shaking around his head.

he smirked at you. he took your words as a sign to act like a starved man. “then give it to me baby, don’t i deserve it? made you feel soo good and showed you how you’re the only one for me. need you to cum on my tongue, please.” he whispered as he pulled you impossibly closer.

it wasn’t much longer until you wailed and whined as your body seized because of the euphoric state you had reached. your hand was clutching dylan’s hair tight as you tried to close your thighs around his head. that didn’t stop his antics. he didn’t falter as he rode you through your orgasm licking up all your juices.

when you came down from your high, you looked exhausted. dylan though, had a lazy smile on his face. “love when you look like that.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “like what?” you questioned. his response only had you rolling your eyes.

“like i’ve just given you the best orgasm of your life.”

© slxtarchive

[nolovelingers]

TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL IT ⋆ ୨୧˚ wes hicks !!

⋆ ★ wes has had a crush on you since what feels like the beginning of time and he’s finally determined on getting you to tell him whether the feelings are reciprocated or not. — blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, talk of weed ,, readers high ,, fluff

dancing under the florescent night sky of the moon, a deep blue tarp with an array of stars scattered in groups like white paint on a canvas as laughter beamed from the depth of your body resided you and wes hicks.

a bittersweet feeling harmonized along with the two of you as you swayed to your own rhythm, not a single worry or doubt making itself present in your mind as you gave your thoughts away to the buzzing sensation vibrating all through you.

the 5’8 male had not been there initially to witness the intaking of a blunt rotation you shared between few friends, but he was quick to head over the second you asked.

there was worry that struck through his body at first as he picked up your call after only two rings, a small panic at seeing your name on his phone at such late hours of the night and it wasn’t until he heard you speak the protectiveness that ran through his veins settled only after a short explanation.

you had asked him to come and walk you back home, worried to do so alone and not in the sober mindset.

he rushed over as soon as he could, leading up to the present moment as you laughed away the cruelty of the world, stumbling just slightly as you skipped and danced without song.

“spin me!” you requested, and the hicks boy felt blood rush up to his face at the sudden odd request, your fingers reaching for his in a cupping motion.

complying with an awkward smile he lifted his arm, twirling you around and watching the way your clothes blew along with the direction of the wind, outlining the figure of your body that was just beautiful in his eyes. “how much did you have?” he mindlessly questioned, laughter threatening to poor from between his bubblegum pink tinted lips as he watched you with an intent gaze. his attention was solely on you and he was met with a shrug of your shoulders.

“why, did you wanna hit?” you didn’t even have to ask before you felt the pending answer, flipping your body around and walking backwards as you continued holding onto his slim fingers with your own.

“uhh, no, i don’t smoke.” he glanced at your hand that was still wrapped around his with a lingering look in his eyes that you were fast to mistake for him being uncomfortable, letting go of his hand and not noticing the slightly disappointed emotion rupturing over his features as he nervously looked at the pavement below the two of you.

you smiled, his response turning out exactly as you expected while continuing to walk the wrong way forward. wes eyes you carefully, prepared to shoot his arms out and catch you at the chance you fell. “i know. you’re a little mamas boy. it’s cute though, i really admire that.” there was nothing but genuineness in your voice as you spoke and the bleach-haired boy felt the need to turn his head away in a daze of embarrassment, the feeling of a rosy tint creeping over his fair skin.

there’s silence for a moment and he clears his throat, sticking his hands in the pockets of his grey-washed jeans and opting to try and switch the topic away from him. “how you feeling?” softly and with genuine concern in his ocean-blue eyes he met your vision with his, a light-hearted smile twitching the corners of just one side of his mouth up slightly.

“amazing,” you’re quick to answer him, finally flipping your body the right way round. “i feel like im one with the environment!” you giggle, so much intense passion evident in your voice while you announced your mindset to the boy; who’s blonde hair was breezing into patches with the wind, his dark brown roots becoming even more apparent.

wes watches you with a certain intensity of emotion in his eyes. like a mother watching her kid say their first words, or a doctor witnessing their patient start to walk again after being paralyzed for years.

he grins, keeping his head turned as he breaks his gaze away from you. you’re able to see the point of his canines clearly as he stays faced away, and suddenly you’re switching roles, finding yourself unable to look away from him.

you had never really seen him in this light before. not literally, the dark nightfall dimming his face; making his skin look smoother than it ever has, his jaw seemed to pop more, or maybe he was just clenching it, the yellow hue of lamplights coming and going as you walk down the concrete along with him and back to the neighborhood you both have been living in since you could open your eyes.

you had seen wes almost every day of your life. walking to school together, all the days you hung out, sharing classes and even carpooling with each others parent every once in a while.

but you had never really seen him like this. clearly.

and through the dim lighting, through the shadows of the night and the dark pallet of colors swarming the two of you you swore that you had really seen him. and there wasn’t a word to describe the feeling either. it was just like something was turning in your head, gears clicking after so many years.

he was enticing.

enticing you, and drawing you in without meaning.

he notices the quiet that fell between the two of you, and finally meets eye contact with you again. as soon as he does, he notices you had already been staring and an enormous blush immediately takes over him as he tries to figure out how long you had been watching him.

he brings his eyes back down, watching the floor and you notice as he carefully steps over every crack littered on the gray surface. finally you reach the street of your neighborhood, not too far from your friends house, and the boy instinctively grabs onto the cloth of your shirt as you cross the road to get to the right street.

you smile to yourself as you walk side to side next to him and he doesn’t once let go, watching both sides of the road for cars like one could come whipping through and cutting the corner any second to turn the both of you into road kill.

when you reach the next set of sidewalk, now down the path to your house, and he still hasn’t let go, you decide to direct the conversation. “are you gonna tell your mom why you had to come get me?”

he goes quiet for moment, turning to you with his brows furrowed like you had just asked him a really obvious question. “of course not.” a sound that sounds like a mix of a scoff and a giggle leaves his mouth. “even if i did it’s not like she’d arrest you.”

you roll your eyes, bumping your shoulder into him as you walk in sync together. “she’s the sheriff.” you slightly lean into him as you walk and he lets out a little sigh.

“yeah but.. it’s you.”

“what do you mean ‘it’s me’?”

clearly he wasn’t expecting you to want clarification on what he meant, his silence answers that for you. he looks at you, the crickets of the night being the only thing audible. “just.. you’re like my best friend. she wouldn’t arrest you over something like weed. to be honest, I think she smoked a few times when she was a teenager too.”

you hum, the drowsiness stage beginning to set in as you lean more into him, staggering just slightly. wes notices your irregular steps and drapes an arm around your shoulder, leaning you into him as an attempt to balance you.

you smile into his sleeve and don’t even notice the way he’s puffed his cheeks out or stopped breathing completely as he held you closer to him.

finally, you reach your house, the familiar structure waiting in front of you; dark and quiet.

“you’ll make it in okay?” he removes his arm, guiding you lightly in front of him so he can meet your eyes and you have to fight back rolling them at such a silly question but end up smiling at his worry over nothing.

“i don’t know, 15 more feet and im not sure ill have mine anymore.” you smirk at him and he rolls his eyes at you, a look of fondness adoring his features.“ughhh, i guess i should go. call it a night. thank you wes, seriously.” you smile at him, messing with his hair a little. he opens his mouth and then closes it again, like he’s debating saying something more; so you stay a moment longer.

he doesn’t say anything, and after debating with yourself internally for about 5 seconds you lean [down/up] and press a kiss to his cheek; which feels hot under your lips.

you could literally hear his breathing pick up, and when you finally break away from his skin he’s not looking anywhere near you but has rather zoned off somewhere behind you.

“goodnight wes.” you offer him a embarrassed smile before turning away, walking back to your door.

you make it a whopping 4 steps away before he’s calling out after you.

“stop.” there’s actual irritation in his voice, which isn’t normal, and you turn back to face him. he’s standing in the exact same spot with the same dazed look on his face only now he looks a little angry and confused as his forehead is creased and brows are pushed together while looking at you. “what is this? what are you doing?”

you’re confused, clasping your hands together to help gather warmth as a cold breeze runs through the air. “what do you mean?”

wes shakes his head, looking away and then back at you several times and it’s obvious he’s fighting with himself internally. “you know what i mean. this. us. what are you doing? why?”

you don’t look away from him once, confidently staying in your place as you cross your arms; embarrassed to address the situation but not nearly as much as he was. “can you clarify?” it’s kind of obvious what he’s talking about, but there’s some idiotic part of you in your mind forcing you to act stupid which only drove wes more mad.

he opens his lips and an estranged laugh leaves, like someone having a nervous breakdown and randomly starts giggling. it’s an agitated laugh.

“please, whatever you’re doing, stop. stop acting like you don’t know what i mean. you know what you’re doing, and- and what you just did. you must know what kind of effect you have over me or something because at this point it’s getting frustrating when you do these things but can’t even address it. it is like, physically hurting my heart at this point because all i can do when i try to sleep is stare at the ceiling and think about you and what you do to me and whether or not you know what you’re doing or if it’s unintentional and it’s driving me nuts. tell me you don’t feel it. tell me you don’t feel this!” despite how frantic his words come out, and how panicked and vulnerable he looks, he speaks clearly and strings the right words together to express himself. that’s always been a great trait about him. wes was great with his words and knows exactly how to describe how he’s feeling. he just struggled on having the courage to get them out.

you almost don’t know what to say, but there’s no time to find your words before he’s speaking again.

“and don’t give me any more bullshit about how you don’t know exactly what im taking about or how im not being ‘clear enough’ for you. i mean, seriously, i shouldn’t have to spell it out for you at this point because all of our friends know that i like you and even your family, which i tried so hard especially to hide it from, figured it out so fast. it’s not rocket science. besides my mom and tara you are the only girl i consider myself close with and there’s no way it’s not obvious to you when you ask me about the girl i like because it is definitely not tara, and it is definitely not my mom. i like them but not in the way i like you, not in the way you won’t leave my mind so much so it’s frustrating. i can hardly focus in class because I can’t stop thinking about us or if there even is an us or what could happen or if you feel the same way and it’s unfair because there has to be some part of you internally that knows I like you when you kiss my cheek or text me every morning and night or run your fingers through my hair when we hang out and I hate it so much because I can’t read you the same way you can read me and I can’t tell if you’re doing these things just to mess with me or because you might actually feel the same way.”

wes, now out of breath, let’s out quiet gasps and inhales of air after he finishes speaking. he stammers in place for a second, trying to catch his footing as he looks around the environment and at anywhere but you. trying to avoid your eyes. your face. it was all on the line now and he was terrified of what you might say.

“you.. like me?” you repeat to yourself, keeping your eyes trained on his face. this finally gets the hicks boys eyes to land back on you with a frustrated sigh; like you just asked the dumbest thing in the world.

“are you really gonna ask me that after I just finished my dramatic epilogue?”

a smile takes over your face from the way he says this, his breathing still uneven. so many thoughts churn through your head as you try to process what this all means. what this all could mean for you and the future of your friendship with wes.

“you’re right, sorry.” you awkwardly smile, taking one step closer to him as you begin to try to gather your mind and express what you were thinking.

“you’re not worried about this changing us? our friendship? what if we breakup?” all reasonable questions to ask, they come flying out of your mouth one by one and wes feels his heartbeat quicken in hope as he realizes you haven’t yet rejected him.

“youch, thinking about breaking up already?” the blonde feins hurt and places a hand loosely over his heart which earns an eye roll from you before he shakes his head. “do you even know how much I like you? I mean, clearly not. the last thing I would ever want is for us to breakup. if that happened, that’s on you. and our friendship? what do you mean? did you just friendzone me? (y/n).” wes lets out one last final sigh before grabbing for one of your hands with both of his, locking eyes with you nervously.

“please, i just need to know how you feel. if you don’t feel the same way, it’s fi-“

the feeling of his lips on yours is as soft as you could have ever imagined. they were plump and tasted of strawberry chapstick. a far too prolonged kiss was shared, and you cupped one side of his face with your hand while bringing the other behind his neck.

wes felt his knees buckle underneath him, feeling like he was in a dream. he had dreamed of this moment for so long and was now having a hard time believing it was real. the kiss almost felt too perfect.

after a few delayed seconds he gently placed both hands on your waist, holding you down in place as he moves his lips against yours as if to stop you from ever leaving.

you pull away, face burning a bright red and heart pounding an unnatural rate before you finally open your mouth to speak.

“i feel it.”

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i deadass started ts 7 months ago but it’s been rotting in my drafts since school started back and nasa wanted to recruit me as a potential subject in their spacial exposure severer super undercover mission

started 08.06.23.

finished 03.29.24.

( scream masterlist )

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