#dylan minnette

[vintagefairryy]

I get humbled real fast when I catch myself blushing too hard at a picture of a man ੈ✩‧₊

[joshuaballsett]

[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.

[a1exaaaa]

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

[kitc0nn0r]

[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.

[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. — short 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 )

©️ nolovelingers 2024

[niallhoranhasthat1thing]

via dylanminnette

[vintagefairryy]

Born in the right generation because what would I do without my celebrity crush pinterest boards₊⋆⟡

[joshuaballsett]

[nobitchs-world]

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

What I actually mean:

[milogirtheim]

[slxtarchive]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 ✮ 𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. at one of your mutual friends halloween party, you and an attractive man get to know each other … really well.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. could u write dylan minnette and reader meeting eachother at a halloween party and fucking afterwards 🙏🙏🙏 — anon

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! unprotected sex (don’t do this chat), slight oral f!recieving.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. again, sorry this took so long like i need to get back on my writing shit. i quite enjoyed writing this tho since halloween is coming up so thank you very much anon

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

wear something sexy, she said. talking about your best friend of course.

out of all the costumes you could’ve chosen, you had you opted with the not that basic formula 1 driver. the costume showed off your figure extremely well, flattering you.

the process of getting ready wasn’t that long this time considering the costume didn’t need any fixing up. once you were ready you headed to the party and now you found yourself leaning against the counter of the house where the party was taking place.

a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other. your friend was somewhere among the crowd partying and having fun. you stood beside the counter scrolling through instagram until you felt another presence beside you.

you turned and met a pair of blue eyes. “i like your costume.” he complimented. the first thing you notice about this man is not only his bright eyes but also his bright pink hair.

it’s not every day you talk to someone with pink hair. “thank you.. i like your hair.” you smiled, sipping your drink.

the man squinted his eyes in suspicion. “do you mean that or are you just saying that because that’s the first thing you noticed about me.” he pressed his lips together to suppress his smile.

you rolled your eyes. oh this guy thinks he’s funny.. “no! i’m serious, i like your hair. it’s very unique.” you laughed, pulling out a big grin from him as well. he squinted his eyes as he laughed.

his mouth moved once again but this time you couldn’t hear him over the music. you let him know but he couldn’t hear you either. he then looked around and waved you over to follow him.

you both found yourself outside in the backyard under a gazebo that was decorated with colorful lights. “i said unique isn’t always a good thing.” he shrugged, getting closer toward you.

you tilted your head. “seems like someone’s said something about your hair in the past, huh? you’re very skeptical.” you raised a brow. he frowned and put his hands up in defense.

you both continued for what seemed like 30 minutes but when you checked the time on your phone it was nearly 1 and there were many more drunk people present than there were before.

“so i meant to ask, how did you find yourself here at this amazing party?” he spoke. you both were sat on a swinging bench.

“my friend invited me here.” you fiddled with the cup that once held your drink.

he hummed. “where are they now?” the way he was sitting back against the bench looking straight into your soul had you thinking.. things.

you shrugged your shoulders. “don’t know.. think she found some guy. i just let her do her thing. i’m not afraid to be alone.”

dylan admired you for that, for not being afraid of being alone. it was attractive to him. “well you’re not alone. you got me.” he grinned, his eyes low. you both looked at each other for a few seconds, your gaze talking amongst themselves. you looked down and blushed. dylan noticed and poked his cheek with his tongue. “you wanna go somewhere else?”

somewhere else? you knew where this was coming from but at this point, you didn’t care, you knew he found you as attractive as you found him — why not act on it?

you nodded before you both stood up and headed inside. “wanna go to mine?” he mentioned.

you thought about it before nodding once more. “yeah sure.” you smiled and he licked his bottom lip with a laugh. he made sure you walked in front of him through the crowd of people before you both walked to the front yard and toward his car.

he opened the door for you to climb in before closing it and crossing over to the driver's side. you pulled out your phone to text your friend.

to mya 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩:

don’t wait up, i met a guy and he is super chill super nice, and yes im sober, love u!!

you drove for 10 minutes max before he pulled up to a condo complex. he parked in his garage and climbed out opening the door for you once more. “welcome to my humble home.” he chuckled offering you his hand. you took it happily and climbed out of the car.

he closed the door and placed his hand on your back guiding you to his door. you both stepped inside and you were met with his room.

hie bedroom had a door toward his own bathroom and then to the garage. he was clean and organized, with nothing on the floor and nothing that seemed dirty. a big turn-off for you was usually if someone was dirty and unorganized.

you set your bag down on the floor beside his bed. “very organized. i love.” you stated still looking around the room. he had a lot of posters and a few guitars strung up in the walls “do you play?” i pointed.

he looked toward his instruments. “yeah kinda, i’m part of a band, wallows. don’t know if you’ve ever heard of us.”

you tried to remember and realized you’d heard a song of theirs a while ago. are you bored yet?

“wait yeah i have heard you guys. never knew. so wait what’s your name, never got it.” you say on his bed.

he followed closely sitting closer than he was at the party. “dylan.” he offered his hand. you looked at him then at his hand and grinned. “and yours?”

you went ahead and shook his hand. “y/n..” he kept your hand in his grasp, refusing to let it go.

“you’re very beautiful y/n.” his voice sounded confident and sultry. the way he looked in his bedroom lighting had you clenching your thighs together.

“are you going to kiss me or what?” you shot at him. he smiled at your comment. it was like an eternity before his grasp on your hand tightened and pulled yours toward him to connect your lips with his. it was strong and coming as he placed hands on your face, one settled on the back of your head. your hands immediately went around his neck and your legs straddled his waist.

he gripped your hips with force opening his mouth into the kiss. you did the same feeling his tongue enter your mouth fighting for dominance. you easily gave it up moaning into his mouth.

you felt his hardness growing beneath you the more you both were locked in the heated kiss. he groaned when you over ever so slightly on top of him. “so beautiful.” he gasped as he pulled away. “can i make you feel good pretty girl?” he kissed your lips a few times.

you nodded, feeling entranced by the way he looked. his hair disheveled and lips an irritated red. he stood up with you as you clung to his waist and laid you down on the bed. he stood up and removed his shirt before hovering over you. he started off by kissing your lips then your cheek then trailed them to your neck. he licked and sucked love bites bringing up your blood to your skin.

he hummed against your skin. “gonna let me take this off you?” his hands smoothed up your body over the leather of your costume.

you bit your lip and laughed. “been thinking about it all night.” you said breathlessly. he chuckled before reaching in the back and unclasping what held the top part together. he then moved down to the zipper and pulled it down. you then helped him by removing it off the top of your body and he did the rest pulling it down and tossing it to the ground.

beneath your costume you wore a black lacy but dainty lingerie set, always wanting to feel sexy regardless if anyone was going to have the privilege of seeing it.

dylan knelt down and swiftly brought his fingers toward your panties. he pressed down in your clothes clit. “can feel how wet you are... need to taste you so bad.” he whispered through the dark, barely getting to see his face because of the small lamp that lit up the room.

he brought himself closer to your center pushing your panties to the side. you swear you heard a tiny whimper escape him as he took a kitten lick. you tried your best to keep your legs open for him as he began to take another lick.

he ended up pulling back and removing your underwear fully before settling down in between your thighs. you bit your lip when you felt his breath blow into your sex. he looked up at you through his lashes before latching his lips onto your pussy. your mouth opened up at the sensation letting out a sigh.

he sucked and made the most pornographic sounds. “god… taste so fuckin’ sweet. gonna give me a sugar high.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending a jolt through you. “didn’t even need to do all that trick or treating shit, got my sweet thing right in front of me.” he smirked, scanning your face for a reaction.

your hand connected with his hair tugging on it gently. the stimulation from dylan’s tongue was so anticipated it had brought you closer and closer to release faster than you thought.

the more dylan spent time eating you out the more your legs started to shake. “fuck — right there dylan, gonna make me come so fucking good.” you moaned throwing your head back against the duvet.

dylan didn’t want you to cum yet, he desperately needed you to cum around him so he sucked on your folds one last time before climbing up your body. he kissed you while your brain still had been fuzzy from the pleasure of his mouth.

you felt his body heat leave from on top of you then you proceeded to hear the clinks of his belt buckle. you heard him toss it to the ground before speaking up. “want me to wear a condom?” his voice was low and hoarse. you looked up and saw how hard this man was.

you shook your head. “no jus… just fuck me please.” you pleaded, needing him buried deep inside you.

he nodded grateful for your answer not thinking about any consequences that could come up in the future. he dropped his pants and boxers down before stepping out of them. he then removed his top and returned to his spot above you once again. he pumped himself a few times before nudging your entrance. “ready baby?” he questioned earning an eager nod. “c’mon, wanna hear your pretty voice say it.” he whispered kissing your neck.

your chest moved up and down as you muttered the words dylan was looking for. “mhm... i’m ready. please just need you inside me.”

that’s all he needed before he obliged and inched inside you. you felt yourself become full. he stretched you out so good. your hands gripped the bed sheets before holding onto his back. your nails dug into his skin as he pulled out then pushed back into you with slight force.

his tip nudged your g spot over and over causing your stomach to swirl and tighten with each push. his head fell into the crook of your neck, loving the way you wrapped around him so good. “fucking made for me.” he stated groaning in your ear.

the sounds he made just pushed you further and further toward your orgasm. your eyes squinted shut. “shit! so so good dylan. gonna cum soon.” you moaned threading your right hand in his hair. your legs wrapped around his own waist allowing dylan to hit deep inside you. the new angle bringing a new feel and sensation.

his thrusts began to move faster and harsher. “go ‘head, gonna cum too — fuck — cum all over my dick, yeah?” he rasped, his words were just what you needed to spasm and scream his name as you reached your release. your legs shook and your hands scraped up his back.

dylan followed, letting go fully wants he knew you had reached your high. his cum filled you up so good and dylan didn’t stop fucking it back into you. his hips faltered feeling the overstimulation and became sloppier but he pushed through regardless. as he slowed he saw his cum practically leaking out of your tight pussy with a smile plastered on his face.

you lay there as he surveyed the way you had been fucked dumb. he looked so good with the fucked-out look he had on and his disheveled pink hair. “nice to meet you dylan.” you wore a lazy smile.

he licked his top lip. “wanna get to know you more if that’s okay.” he smiled, laying beside you falling onto his back.

you pretended to think before looking toward him. “hmm, sure i guess.” you shrugged followed by a giggle.

© slxtarchive

[awarnin]

NSFW Alphabet | DYLAN MINNETTE HEADCANONS

warning: NSFW content (obvs lol), chocking.

author's note: my first time writing smut FUCK. please be kind, constructive criticism is welcome. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <3 my inbox is open if you have a request or want to chat!

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a = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dylan will take care of you always, during and after sex. He will pick you up and carry you to the shower, gently wash your hair making you feel comfortable and loved. He likes to make sure you’re okay.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He LOVES your hips. He loves being able to grab them and pull you towards him to feel your bodies collide. He does it everywhere, in private, when you’re talking to someone, when you’re distracted. A discreet act but sexy enough to turn you both on. As for himself, he’s been working on his arms lately and is very comfortable with the results. He knows you like them, and he likes that.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum on your stomach, seeing you lying there, defeated and with your puppy eyes waiting for him makes him give himself to you with such fervor. Plus, he'll always make sure you cum before him.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I dare say he's always had the fantasy of cuckolding. The idea of seeing you with another man turns him on a lot.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Experienced enough to know what he's doing, but he'll always ask you what you like and if you're comfortable with what he's doing.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWBOY. He really loves your hips, being able to hold you while watching you take control and make him cum is the best thing that can happen to him.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He'll make a few comments that will make you laugh so you don't lose track, but most of the time he'll focus on making you roll your eyes.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As you like. He'll keep it the way you prefer it and makes it more comfortable for you.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dylan won't get tired of giving you kisses on the neck, and whispering how much he loves you.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's something he enjoys doing, whether you're there or not. It's something he does often and he loves doing it in places where he knows you'll catch him.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking kink: He likes you to choke him, Dylan is a multi-dynamic person, be clear about that.

Daddy kink: When he's in control, he loves you calling him that, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job.

Threesomes: Not necessarily a fetish but it's definitely something he likes to experiment with you, of course, if you want.

Praise kink: He likes to flatter you, compliment your figure and tell you to say it by doing well, he likes to receive the same.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

He is a very closed person when it comes to having sex: your bedroom, the shower or the living room.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like I said before, your hips. God, he loves them so much. Also watching you wear his clothes or play his guitar.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)

Public sex. It’s a no, no negotiation.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes both. He loves feeling your legs getting stiffer and more stiffer around his neck, it gives him enormous satisfaction knowing that only his tongue can make you come that way. He loves tasting your juices. He also adores to see you on your knees ready to give it your all just to make him feel good, what can I say, he has a big ego.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s the sensual type, he likes to take his time with you and make you feel great, plus he doesn't want to hurt you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, he doesn't like to take risks when it comes to outsiders that you aren't sexually involved with at the time. Sex is an intimate experience and he believes it should be treated as one.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3 on a good day, most of the time 2.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He really enjoys using them on you, especially vibrators, he feels it adds a little extra spark to the moment. On himself, he's not into it.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease you too much, enough that you're already so down before you even start.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's quite a talkative person during sex, he likes to whisper dirty words in your ear during the act, he'll let out a few little moans here and there.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes to use handcuffs sometimes, it doesn't matter on which one of you, he just enjoys using them. He enjoys having you on top of him while he's being subdued by you without being able to escape. He loves you doing whatever you want with him without him being able to interrupt. When he's in the mood, he'll return the favor.

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He's a little bit above average, kind of 6-6.5 inches, kind of thin but really good.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty normal, he enjoys sex with you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He would rather spend some time talking to you before going to sleep, he likes to take care of you afterwards and make sure you are okay.

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