just here to read and reblog :)

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[dreami-dolans]

hey all— i dont write or anything i just reblog. but for those of u who follow me i’m leaving,, no particular reason, I just kind of grew out of this fandom but i might be back again. xx love u all stay safe and wear ur masks :)

[ri-ahhh]

Imagine Morning sex with sleepy Grayson like in that gif set 🥺

I think this gif set is the one we’re talking about.

But yes, this is absolutely him when your work alarm goes off, much too early even for him. He’s a decently heavy sleeper, so you’re usually good with turning on your bedside lamp while he remains fast asleep. But this morning, he’s got you wrapped up tight in his arms, and he grumbles with discontent when you shift out of them to flick on the dim light.

“No,” he huffs out, still half asleep and probably not even cognizant of what he’s saying.

You manage to escape far enough to get to the lamp, then plop down back in the warm covers to give him a few extra minutes of snuggles. Not to mention, he had turned the AC down so absurdly low that those couple seconds out of the covers and his arms only drove you straight back to him.

Even Grayson himself had to don a sweater. You nuzzle sleepily into the collar of that worn, faded fabric, breathing into the skin of his neck. He smells like sleep and remnants of his aftershave from the night before, and it’s just as comforting as his hold on you.

It’s a good thing you tapped snooze on your alarm, because the obnoxious tone coming from your phone startles you from the half-slumber you’d dozed back into.

“I gotta get up,” you whisper against him, dropping a quick kiss to a freckle on the side of his neck. “Or I won’t have time to shower.”

Grayson hums, and peels one eye open with a grunt. He yawns, and you smile tiredly when he rolls on top of you. He’s heavy, but it feels good, especially when he takes his turn to drop sweet kisses onto your neck.

“Grayson!” you giggle when his hand slides under the hoodie you’re wearing, his rough palms caressing the smooth skin of your waist. You can feel his smile against your skin before he simultaneously bites down gently on your pulse and cups your breast in that hand. He pinches your nipple teasingly and grinds his hips into yours, which elicits a pretty little gasp from your lips as you thread your fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

“You have time,” he assures, sitting up and reaching behind his head to whip off his sweater.

All thoughts of time restraints go out the window the second you’re met with the sight of his broad chest and taut golden skin. You wiggle out of your sleep shorts while Grayson drags his boxers down his heavily tattooed legs, and he assists in getting your hoodie off so it can be tossed in the corner of the room with his own top.

He falls back down next to you on the bed and coaxes you to turn on your side, away from him. You sigh and follow his lead, letting him pull you close with a big hand splayed across your belly comfortingly. As his hand dips further down to tease your pussy, you told your head back and nudge his jaw with your nose until he’s got his lips sliding passionately against yours. You’re both afflicted by morning breath, but it doesn’t matter; you need his kisses like the air you breathe, especially in these quiet moments of intimacy.

When he finally slides inside of you, it’s slow and deep and not the morning quickie you really planned on having to fit in your schedule. His thick arm holds your leg over his thigh and his fingers never cease the quick circles he draws on your clit, just the way you like. Those even, measured strokes combined with the closeness you feel with him is overwhelming. He makes you fall apart in that way that makes you feel warm all over and cherished and satisfied.

Grayson follows you right after, your walls still spasming gently around his cock when cums deep inside you. He stays there, in the warm pocket of your pussy with his arm wrapped around your waist as you both catch your breath. As he dots soft kisses on the back of your neck, his breath tickling your baby hairs deliciously, you decide he was well worth the risk of running a little late.

[lumosinlove]

Kisses I want to write about:

Goodbye kisses: Lingering and hard for longer times apart. Ones that curve A’s body against B’s and cause hands to splay against backs. Or short pecks, maybe not even completely on the mouth for short trips to the grocery store. Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air. Breathless kisses: A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again. Heated kisses: Breath huffing into mouths, angrily or passionately. Hands grabbing at clothing and pulling each other closer. First kisses: Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It’s just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly. After sex kisses: Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B. Morning kisses: Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while. Post-break up kisses: Soft and slow. Hands on each other’s arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing away or pulling closer. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening. Christmas kisses: More smile than actual kiss. A holds mistletoe above their heads while B rolls their eyes, but pulls A down by the collar of their ugly Christmas sweater for a heated kiss. A takes B by the waist and walks forward until they are around the corner, away from the prying eyes and hoots of the rest of their friends and family. Comforting kisses: B walks into find A sitting on the bed, shoulders shaking, cheeks wet. A looks up, face looking stricken for a moment. B is shocked, and quietly says A’s name. At this, A breaks, face crumpling, and only barely has time to reach both hands out for B before B is there, kneeling at A’s feet. B takes A’s hands first, kissing their knuckles and palms. Then B reaches up to hold A’s face, pressing soft kisses around their cheeks, their lips, murmuring “it’s okay” and “you’re alright” and “I’m here” in between. “I thought I lost you” kisses: The breath is knocked out of both of them with the force that they collide with. Hands grip the back of t-shirts and palms are pressed up and under shirts, holding them close, feeling the warmth of their skin. Palms are pressed to cheeks, thumbs swiping away tears until their mouths collide messily, the world seeming to disappear around them. “We can’t do this” kisses: Fists clenched, hands shoved into pockets. Brows low or brought together, jaws clenched. A feeling like a magnetic pull between them. Their foreheads press together, their lips brush, just barely, until B pulls away with a shaking exhale, forehead dropping into A’s neck. “Come to bed” kisses: A has their hands on B’s neck, murmuring the phrase softly. A’s hands slide down B’s arms to their hands, lacing their fingers together and slowly starting to pull B towards their bedroom. A continues to pepper B with kisses all the while, trailing them down their jaw and neck. “You look beautiful” kisses: Just a soft press of lips to the temple, resting them there for a moment, then smiling down and telling them as much. “I’ll be right back” kisses: A puts their hands on B’s shoulders from behind them, where they are sat on the couch. He leans down and around, while B turns his head a little, accepting the quick peck. “I missed you” kisses: Long and relentless, holding their body close, arms wrapped completely around their waist. A burying their head in B’s neck and pressing kisses there too. Angry kisses: Hard, gripping. Fists in clothes, shoving each other against walls. Fingers digging into hips. But the kisses always melt away from that. They turn into brushes of lips between shaking breaths, until they’re out of energy and are left just standing there, holding each other, fingers carding through hair. Sad kisses: Almost not a kiss at all. Just holding onto each other tightly, A’s lips pressed to B’s temple, whispering soft words, desperately trying to provide whatever comfort they can. In the dark kisses: The movie plays in the background, but A and B are hardly paying attention from the back row. They kiss soundlessly, long and soft, fingers locked. A’s arm is thrown behind B’s seat, wrist bent to curl their fingers into B’s hair. Dying kisses: A holds B in their arms, panicked, crying. Murmurs of “no, no, no.” Salt on their lips from tears. Voice cracking. Holding on tightly to their shirt, their shoulder, their hand, roughly pulling them against their body, anything to try and keep them tethered to this earth. Kissing them as they die (“no. No, stay awake—“), Kissing them once more even with the life has left their body (No. God, come back. Please, come back. Please, look at me, I’m right here”).

[bittywitches]

Hi! Idk if you’ve seen the trend ‘Kissing my Best Friend’ but if you have, can you do one of those with either of the twins? I just love them so much and I’m in my feels🥺😂 thank youuuu💕

Omg I should definitely be working on the meet cute asks rn but god I love this idea so much I had to write it 🥺🥺 thank you for suggesting it b!!

“Fuck.” You paced back in forth in the bathroom, your heart pounding a million times a minute. You never thought you could possibly be this nervous in your entire life, but you were. You kept shaking you hands because of how goddamn sweaty they were.

“Y/N COME ON!” Grayson’s voice boomed from the living room, almost giving you a heart attack.

“GIVE ME A SEC!” you yelled back.

“IF THEY COOL DOWN TOO MUCH THEY WON’T TASTE GOOD!” He was talking about the cookies you guys had made. You’d asked him to come over to bake them so you’d have something to film for the beginning part of your Tik Tok (of course he just thought he had come to hang out), but now you weren’t sure if you were ever gonna get the courage to finish it.

“FUCKING WAIT ONE SECOND!”

“JESUS OKAY!”

You weren’t usually one to yell like that, but god you were so nervous. You buried your face in your hands, rubbing it fast to try and get yourself together.

You never thought you’d ever end up doing something like this. Your feelings for Grayson were always supposed to be a secret. Literally nobody knew, hell you barely knew up until a few years ago. You guys had been friends since Elementary school. Best friends! But dear lord you loved him so much, you just never thought it would ever end up being expressed in one way or another. You didn’t even know how you’d convinced yourself into doing this, it was so unlike you and fuck you couldn’t stop shaking.

You sat down on the toilet seat, bobbing your knees up and down. You were biting your fingernails as you replayed what you planned on doing over and over again. All you had to do was just set the phone down, and then..

“Fuck I can’t do this,” You muttered, then slapped your hand for biting your nails again. You pushed your hair back behind your face, holding your forehead in your hands with your elbows on your knees. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t mess this up. You loved him so much and if you were the reason why you guys couldn’t be friends anymore then-

“Y/N, you good?” You yelped when you heard Grayson’s voice right outside the locked door and the sound of his knuckles knocking on it.

“Jesus fucking CHRIST Grayson!”

“The hell are you doing in there?”

“Taking a shit! Now fuck off!” you yelled.

“Okay, damn!”

The sound of his footsteps walking off made you feel uneasy, and you groaned, racing up to the door and pressing your face to it. “Sorry I yelled!” You called back to him.

“Whatever!”

You pressed your forehead against the cold wood of the door, then banged it on their gently a few times.

“Fuck me.” You walked back to the sink, looking at the mirror. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts and one of Grayson’s sweaters. You were used to wearing his clothes, but now it felt weird considering what you were about to do.

“I literally can’t do this.” You ran your hand up into your hair and gripped your roots, pulling on them gently to try and stop your insanity. “No. I’m gonna do it.” You dragged your hands down to squish your cheeks. “oh god this is going to go so badly.”

You slapped your cheeks, and shook your head. “Okay okay okay…” You brought your hands up in front of your face, and you could literally see your fingers shaking.

“Stop that.” You shook them, then held out your right hand in front of the mirror, trying to steady it, but it literally would not stop shaking.

You slapped your hand again. “You fucking wimp!” Your eyes went to the clock, and you realized you’d been here for almost twenty minutes. It made sense why Grayson was checking up on you.

“Okay. I’m doing it.” You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, briskly walking out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

“There you are, did you have diarrhea or something?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Shut up.” You went to the counter, and you stood there with your eyes closed for a few seconds, trying to calm your excessive heartbeat. After that you tried to prop your phone up against the wall, but cursed when it wouldn’t stay up because of your trembling fingers..

“What’re you doing?” Grayson asked, watching you fumble with your phone.

“Gotta record the taste test.” You breathed out, finally getting the phone to stay upright.

“Ahh, right.” He turned back around, probably going to get another cookie.

You breathed out and went to stand beside him.

“Gray.”

He was doing something on his phone while hunched over the kitchen island, not paying any attention to you.

“Grayson.”

“Yea.”

“Gray.”

“Mhm.”

“Gray!” You grabbed his shoulder and shook him, finally getting him to look up.

“What??”

You brought your hands up to his face and pulled him down to yours, your lips meeting with his. You could feel your fingertips pulsing against his skin and you didn’t dare open your eyes because you were so scared of what you’d see.

He lingered there for a second, then immediately pulled back, causing your heart to literally leap into your throat, you were terrified that you might puke it out.

When your eyes jolted up you saw his open wide, a bit of an awestruck expression on his face. “No way,” he muttered.

“What?” Your voice quivered in the middle.

“Don’t play with me like that, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean-”

“WHY did you do that?”

“Grayson what are y-”

“Do you like me?”

“Why the fuck else would I kiss you, dumbass?!” You yelled that last part.

“Shut the fuc-”

“GRAYSON!”

“C’mere you asshole!” He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You let all of your stress and fear out as you sighed against his lips, your shoulders falling in relief. You tried to bring your hand up to him, but he pulled away when he felt them quivering against his chest.

“Oh my god are you shaking?” You let out a half-laugh-half-sob as you nodded, your eyes scrunching up causing a few tears to well up in them.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking cute.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you sank into his warmth, relaxing fully as you laid your head in the crook of his neck, his chin propped on top of it.

“That is the scariest thing I have ever done in my entire life.” You laughed against his chest.

When he felt your arms tremble in his embrace, he kissed the top of your head. “Jesus, you absolute angel.”

You snuck your arms up his chest and around his neck, fully burying your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent to calm you down.

He wrapped his arms tightly around your torso, squeezing you gently. “You are such an asshole.”

You shot your head up. “What? Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Excuse you, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t think you-”

“Neither did I!”

“Wait,” He pulled you away from him. “Is that what you were doing in the washroom this whole time.”

“I was fucking nervous!” You laughed, shoving him in the chest.

“Oh my god,” he went to hug you again, but then pulled back just as quickly.

“Is this why you invited me over today? Like as a set up-”

“You don’t have to stop holding me to ask questions.” You reached around him again and pressed yourself into him, and Grayson happily obliged, leaning against the island as you did so.

However, you ended up pulling away, just so you could press your lips quickly to his again. As soon as you did, your face flushed.

“How are you this cute.” Grayson chuckled, leaning his head against yours.

“I’m gonna be so fucking pissed if I wake up right now,” you muttered quietly, and Grayson threw his head back laughing.

“Good thing you recorded it for later.”

“Oh my god shit the camera!” You pulled away from him to race over to the counter and grab your phone.

“There’s something your followers are gonna obsess over for a while.”

You grinned at him as you pressed the button to stop recording.

[evergreen-ia]

grayson: *exists*

me:

[dolandolll]

i have a request for grayson hehe, like maybe his girl gets her period a few days before she expects it and she is sleeping with gray that day and when she wakes up she feels the cramps and she's like oh shit bc she knows she has a stain in her pants and might in the sheets but gray is like super supportive and cute about it and handles pretty well the situation...

Okay so-- the first thing that popped to my head was this. Let’s say you and Grayson have known each other a few years. Mutually in each other’s lives. Frequently text, meet up on occasion to hang and maybe grab a bite to eat. And like-- things just seem to casually flow with Grayson? There’s never this looming question of ‘is this a genuine friendship’ because from the get-go it was. But recently? Things seemed to be getting more-- serious? Like you’d been spending more time with him and E while they were living at their rental house. So much so, you’d even brought a bag with some clothes and essentials because like? Grayson just seemed to always want you around.

In the best way possible, and you were happy to be wanted. Even if it was just in a friendly matter. 

But since the other night when things really escalated between the two of you, when Grayson seemingly swooped in on his chance to feel his lips on yours after one of the deepest conversations you’d ever had with that man out of the balcony, things had been different--in the best way possible though. 

Call it what you will, but there was a genuine connection between the two of you. Ethan would never tell you-- but he’d seen the initial kiss when he had a hankering for a big chug of almond milk and wandered into the kitchen and innocently looked out the glass sliding doors to see his twin’s hands cupping your face as he trapped you against the railing and his broad body. Ethan swore there were actual chunks of almonds in his milk because he choked, cough up a lung and retreated back to his room. 

“You uh--don’t sleep in the guest room tonight? Just--you wanna stay with me?” Grayson never felt desperate with you, despite his long search for the girl of his dreams he was wondering if maybe she’d been under his nose and in his life for at least the last three years now. Kicking himself for not trying sooner. But the question was in and of itself-- innocent on all accounts. He just wanted to have you close. Maybe continue that really genuine conversation. 

“Okay, yeah uh, sure.” You could feel the heat in your cheeks rising because damn, Grayson Dolan just fucking kissed you. Despite being friends and all and knowing him on a personal level that truly humanised him-- he was still Grayson Fucking Dolan. 

“Shit--” you sighed when you woke up the next morning. Overwhelmed and seemingly taken over by camps that wrapped around into your ass. The worse kind of cramps imaginable. Sleeping next to Grayson definitely came with challenges. It wasn’t all cute--he snored and was a literal heater. But the way he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer when he’d roll over, gently kiss your cheek because he just wanted you to know he was serious about whatever this new level of friendship was.

“You all good?”

“Do you want me to just say yeah or do you want the truth?”

“Since when do you not tell me everything?”

“Since I’m sleeping in your bed and this is a hell of a lot more personal then--”

Grayson just chuckled as he rubbed his eyes and rolled over onto his back. “Spill the beans Y/what’s wrong?”

“I’ve got mad cramps, which usually means--I only ever get cramps when my periods here, and there’s probably a chance I’ve accidentally ruined your bed sheet so would you just like? Maybe get up and have a shower while I put them in the wash? Save me the embarrassment of you--”

“Ill be right back” Grayson just smiles softly before jumping out of bed, sometime during the night hed stripped off to just his briefs and honestly the sight was not for sore eyes. Watching as he opened his bedroom door and disappeared down the hall to Ethan’s room where hed still been sleeping only seconds prior to his brother bursting in. walking straight to his en-suite without a word as he looked through cupboards. 

“Dude? What are you doing?”

“Where do you keep your tampons and pads?” 

“My what sorry?”

“E, c’mon man I know you always have them with you in case, you’ve been in a relationship for how long?”  Ethan’s just sighs as he gets up and points Grayson the right direction. Handing him the unopened box of emergency tampons.

“Why do you need tampons for?”

“There for Y/n--”

“Okay well I don’t know if these are the ones she uses but if anything they’re organic.” Ethan just shrugged as he walked back to his bed before Grayson returned to you now sitting up in his bed. Watching as he sat down and handed them to you. 

“Okay, so I like your plan? But how about instead we do this? You go have a shower, freshen up a bit? I’ll leave you a really nice jumper out and ill grab you a fresh pair of sweats from your bag, while you shower ill changed the sheet and then I think some breakfast in bed with a show or two will do the trick? I have Advil for the camps as well? But I don’t know if it’ll do anything.”

“Gray really it’s fine I can just--”

“Don’t? Don’t be all independent right now okay? I know you feel like shit right now so just? I don’t even mind, its just a period? Nothing weird about it? Go shower and ill fix this up.” kissing your temple softly as he waited for you to stand with him.

“Maybe I just have low expectations but you’re a really good guy Gray. thankyou.”

“When I told you I was serious about you, about this--this thing we’ve got going on I meant it. I think just being around to help out comes with the territory of showing I care.”

[vinylhazza]

Morgan, i NEED a blurb about e not being able to stop playing with your pussy. Like imagine it’s late at night and your reading or something and he’s just under the covers kitten licking you and just non stop touching you, poking his finger in your hole every so often and you tell him “come on e i wanna sleep” and he just comes up, lies on your chest and is like “but i wanna...” and starts to finger you while kissing your neck making you give in to him😫🥺

irresistible | ethan dolan

oh my God he literally would.not.leave.you.alone.

this could be when you’re at dinner, reading your book like you said, watching a show, on your laptop, just laying out by the pool, on the phone, he’s fucking always touching you. hands always roaming. he never stops. and it makes you feel powerful because - are you that irresistible? and the answer is yes. to ethan, you are just that irresistible.

it was your favorite book in the whole world and even if it was your thousandth time reading it, it still got you so enraptured every single time. you had always been such a heavy reader all your life, and when you had those pages open in front of you - not much else caught your attention. you were gone. that is - until you met ethan and noticed just how much he craved your attention and got a little jealous when you were so engrossed in other tasks besides loving up on him. it didn’t matter if it was laundry or dishes, making the bed, watering the flowers, or other mundane tasks that a human needs to do. you soon realized just how clingy the man actually was for you.

it wasn’t in a negative “you can’t love anything else besides me” way. it was really just this innocent need he had that he got a little carried away with sometimes. nothing spiteful or truly vendictive. it was just that ethan loved to see you so happy, and he almost couldn’t help himself when he noticed the joy radiating off of you - and he couldn’t come and make it even better for you. he always crept in to bring that happiness to the next level, that’s why you never minded about his subtle dose of clinginess.

it started out as innocent little whines while he’s laying next to you in bed, little pecks on the cheek, tracing patterns into the soft skin of your arms and down to your thighs. it was always “pay attention to me now” with a soft whisper that made goosebumps pop up all over your body.

but none of that was as distracting as his new habit. ethan has become obsessed with playing with your pussy at all times of the day. that meant he was either down on his knees, worshipping you with his tongue, slurping and stroking and sucking, slapping his lips against your folds and moaning into you with this verbato that - fuck - sends shudders down to the tips of your fingers. or he was rubbing slow deliberate circles on her clit with his fingers. maybe sometimes both. the sensations shoot through you like a zap of electricity. it’s maddening, just so incredibly distracting you’re surprised you get anything done at all.

you used to wish for an alternative for his touchiness, but you’re not sure this is what you were thinking. but you can’t say you’re complaining. he was just so damn good with his tongue too. the days he decided to bury his head between your thighs really sent you over a wild ledge. had you thinking thoughts that would forbid you from the holy land forever. made you crave him when he wasn’t there, miss his tongue, but just seeing his face made you tired somewhere inside, you knew a bone shaking orgasm would ensue soon.

your reading time was your save haven. that dedicated time had saved you from many mental breakdowns over the years, and having ethan flicking and mumbling and moaning into your folds had your eyes scanning the same meaningless paragraph for at least ten minutes straight. your sighs didn’t stop him, he was far too focused on your slick heat in front of him.

he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bedside. he rushed to her bed-

oh for christ’s sake.

“e...c’mon baby i really need to focus on this. it’s getting to a good part,” you whine, wiggling your hips in an attempt to detach his lips from your core.

no such luck, he was hungry and when he needed you, he needed you. which happened to be all the time, but he just couldn’t stop.

“you can read to me if that helps,” he mumbled against you, laying his tongue flat and licking a long strip up the center of you - your hips jerking in his hands.

“fuck- i can’t do that e, you’re distracting me i don’t even know what i’m reading anymore,” you gasp, trying to not give into him, your body exhausted from the long day anyhow, “can you please just come up here and lay down with me? we can go to sleep and continue this in the morning.”

at last, ethan is pulling away with a smack of his lips and a pout, only to begrudgingly let go of your plush hips and crawl up your body to lay on your chest, nuzzling into your breasts the best he can. the book you were reading being propped open by nothing but your left thumb, hanging in the air before you doggy ear the corner of the page (something your teachers always yelled at you for growing up) and set it halfway hanging off on the nightstand with a sigh. he’s grumbling about you tasting so delicious and it’s ‘not his fault you look hot all the time’, something that finally gets you to crack a fond smile and rub a hand through his hair to soothe him. you know he’s coming from a place of want and kindness. but it’s still hilarious for him to be upset that you said no one time to him eating you out. he forgets that you even let him play with your pussy during a family dinner at your mothers house. now that, is a story you’d never tell a soul. your cheeks burn up just thinking about it.

“you really know how to woo a girl,” you giggle softly, rolling your eyes and smiling just a bit wider when he snuggles down, smoothing a hand across the expanse of your ribs, running his thumb over the skin just under your left breast.

before it could turn into a bittersweet moment to file away in the “cherish forever” part of your brain, his hand is sliding slowly back drown your torso and to your mound again, rubbing away once again.

“seriously sweetie i’m so tired i wanna sleep,” you coo to him, knowing he’s only calming himself down and distracting himself from whatever thoughts haunted him like they always did during the night.

“but i wanna...” he whimpers, trailing off and raising his head just enough to tuck right into your neck, kissing at the soft silky skin under his lips, smoothing his tongue over sore spots he starts to suck and bite into the skin. and it’s hard, it really is, to resist when he sounds so helpless and desperate for you. made you feel so wanted.

then you feel it, his finger slowly entering you down below, the wet sound of his entry making him smile into your neck. he moves slowly, in case you get mad and try to slap his hand away - which you’d never dream of doing. even though you are exhausted out of your mind, slightly irritated from being interrupted from your book...you couldn’t deny the power he held over you and how convincing he was when he’s touching you like he was.

you really don’t know what to say, not when he’s sneaking yet another finger inside of your clenching hole, humming that you’re a “good girl” and feel “so wet” around his fingers. he’s a charmer, you much say, even when performing such a dirty act. he really got you going more than any man you had ever been with. he knew just how to twist you and bring you right to your knees...or rather...he knew exactly how to get those pretty little legs to spread right open to him to feast as he rightfully should.

with a huff you’re grabbing onto his wrist and grabbing at his chin at the same time, making him look at you and really understand what you’re about to say. you want him to knew the urgency of the situation. you want to waste no time. no foolery. no dilly dallying. no nonsense. pleasure then sleep.

“you better make this good, because i promise you i am no stranger to cruel and petty punishment. you want to interrupt me that’s fine, but you better make it worth my while.”

and it’s the look of pure filth in his eyes that comes after, it shocks the sleep right out of you. has his fingers pumping faster, tongue peaking from his mouth to wet his lips. he curls at the knuckle, digging up into you with a force unlike any other, ramming his fingers into you with incredible speed.

with your full submission, ethan leans into kiss you, really kiss you. a slow, deep, passionate kiss that knocks the air right from your lungs. normally you would cringe at the taste of yourself on his lips, but with the pleasure lighting up every nerve in your body, you couldn’t seem to give two fucks about the sweet but salty taste on his lips. in fact, it turned you on even more that he feasted on you like a wild animal, that you were tasting your own arousal on his lips...and he gave it to you like a gift. he dipped his tongue in to slide against your own while his fingers pumped into you faster, harder, deeper.

your hips rock and roll against his hand, fist grabbing tight to his white t-shirt, pulling him impossibly closer and letting out that moan you’d been holding in since he started tonguing at your whole a half hour ago.

“that’s it baby, let me here you...” he praises you, smiling while he leans back to look down at his fingers plunging in and out of you at an impressive speed.

with his praise, the volume of your whimpers and moans turn to louder whines and squeals - the hand wrapped around his fist now digging crescent shaped nail marks into the tanned skin.

“i’m so close e- fuck i can feel it,” you wince at the small sound of your voice, knowing you must look so gone and blissed out with your eyes shut tight, lip trapped between your teeth. this only causes him to speed up further, pumping and kissing you deeper. giving you pleasure is what gives him pleasure, and he’s loving every minute of it.

you cum with a scream, the kind of scream that honestly shocked both you and ethan - the sheer blind pleasure coursing through your had your thighs shaking from underneath the covers- the hand on his wrist tightening like a vice - the walls of your push constricting around both of his fingers still pressed deep into you. he pumps you through your orgasm, peppering kisses across your face, whispering terms of endearment over and over after every peck to your skin. he pulls his fingers from you slowly, smiling when you whine at suddently feeling so empty.

when you’ve finally calmed down enough to flutter your eyes back open, you see that hen had tucked both fingers into his mouth, and was then sucking around them eagerly, pulling them from his mouth with a lazy smile. without another word you’re pulling him back down by the back of his neck for another kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth to taste once more. smiling into the kiss, you pull back with a lazy sigh, holding his hazle eyes captive with yours.

“better?” you grin, pecking right against the rosy red of his blushing cheek, holding him there while you wait for his tired little nod.

“much better.”

[milliondollardaylight-deactivat]

imagine genuinely accidentally sending ur nudes to gray how would that go🙄

SHUT UP.

like you all are best friends, very close best friends. those friends that everyone is betting on are going to hook up at some point because of just how close you all are. you all are so close that touching, hugging, kissing on the cheek/neck doesn’t even phase you, on the outside at least. there is some tension between you, ever since you accidentally walked into grayson’s room from his bathroom lacking your shirt while he was in the middle of changing into a pair of swim trunks, well, that tension only grew.

but now it’s late at night, nearing 11:30, and you’re laid up in bed texting two guys. one, you really had feelings for and the other, you were just bored and messing with. the conversation between you and grayson is light hearted, you’re literally discussing plans for lunch next week. but the other guy is begging for “pics”, and it’s beginning to get on your nerves. you exit your text messages and go to your private photos, quickly choosing a scandalous photo to send then locking your phone. hopefully that will shut him up.

grayson tosses his phone away from his as soon as the text comes through, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. was that? it couldn’t be, but? slowly, he checks the room, making sure he was alone, before grabbing his phone and looking at the text.

it was definetly you, he new what your bedsheets looked like. your face was missing from the photo, which was a smart move, but your tits weren’t. your arm is covering them, pushing them together temptingly. he licks and bites his lip, scanning over the photo as his hand involuntarily reaches down to cup his dick. why did you send him that though?

the pinging of your phone makes you lift it up, and you’re not surprised when you see it’s a text from grayson. but when you unlock your phone, you almost scream.

was that supposed to be for me?

you’re mortified, looking at the photo you accidentally sent him and the text he sent back as a reply. with a red face and pounding heart, you send back an apologetic text.

no!!!! fuck i’m sorry gray

he frowns, disappointed slightly. he was kind of hurt knowing that you were texting someone else these photos rather than him. then he decides, fuck it, and clicks the facetime button.

when your phone starts to buzz and you’re met with the decision of hitting the green circle or red one, your stomach twists. you were beyond nervous, because what was he gonna say? was he upset? grossed out? mad? or.... did he like it?

you tap the green circle and await for his face to appear on the screen.

and when it does, he’s smirking at you, suggestively murmuring out in a low voice, “can it be?”

[persistence-ofmemories-deactiva]

i mean if its dolan clan night.....i always love the firsts, do u have sum first with e and nov for us pleaaaseee? also new papo?! brilliant

Ethan had learned pretty quickly that he should call Nova every night at around 8:00 pm. 

Not for any particular reason other than making sure she wasn’t in that damn office. Even with her turning in her two weeks, the associates she worked for insisted on swamping her with assignment after assignment, and Nova-- with the work ethic of a god, that Ethan actually really admired-- worked her ass off to complete them, often far beyond her paid hours. 

Which, not only from a business standpoint, but from the standpoint of someone who had the best interest in mind for his friend, Ethan didn’t fuck with. 

So he’s calling her tonight, at 8:10 pm, with the sun already set and the city glowing with smog from his backyard in the hills. She’d last responded to his text messages three hours ago, not the he was counting or anything. But they’d developed a pretty steady stream of contact, and three hours was a big gap. So he knew she was lost in some bullshit task that a lazy lawyer could be completing himself. 

When Nova picks up, she sighs in Ethan’s ear and lets a little “shit” slip, and Ethan knows it was her call that made her check the time to realize how late it really was. 

“Nova Rose.” Nova’s impressed by Ethan’s duality, where his voice can still sound stern and concerned even with the playful lilt he tries to keep in it. “You better me at home, in bed, with a glass of water--or wine. Depends on the day you’ve had.” 

There’s a sheepish little beat of silence that makes Ethan sighs. Nova chuckles slightly, and he can hear the rustling of papers on the other end of the line. “You know what I hate, E?” 

“What do you hate, Nov?”

“Timeshares. The assholes that pull innocent old people into these money scams with no remorse. Fuck them.” 

“Class action?” 

“I’ve been drafting demand letters all day. Literally-- fourteen hours of drafting demand letters.” 

“You know, you’re only supposed to work eight hours.” 

“It’s a lot of letters... and I’m leaving soon... and I just--” she exhales, rubbing her eyes, that are dry and sore from staring at the screen all day. There’s only a handful of people in the office: her, another associate, and one other intern that’s an actual law student, who’s been reviewing the letters Nova’s been drafting. 

The junior partners went home early. 

Ethan takes a breath. “Have you eaten dinner?” 

Again, Nova’s quiet. Ethan chuckles. 

“Get your ass to your house. I’ll be right over.” 

“You’re gonna come over now? It’s almost nine--” 

“What, I got a curfew or something? You got a date?” 

She chuckles. “For all I know, you could have a curfew. Barely legal--” 

“Barely legal’s about to bring you some Chik-Fil-A, so let’s be nice to him” 

“I like barely legal.” 

“Home. Now, please.” 

“You know, you’re kinda bossy.” 

“You like it.” 

“I cannot confirm or deny that.” 

Ethan laughs. “Get home, Nov.” 

“Alright, E. Thanks.” 

By the time Ethan makes it to Nova’s apartment, she’s been home for a few minutes, washing off the stress and misery of a job she hates with a shower. Gaia made Jello shots for a party her and her girlfriend were going to the next day, and Nova’s got a few lined up on her dresser for when she comes out of the shower to let loose. Nova enjoys the warm buzz of the tequila as she dries her hair off and ties her robe around herself when her phone rings. 

“I’m downstairs,” Ethan says. 

Nova raises an eyebrow. “You’re not coming up?” 

“Nope, you’re coming down, and we’re taking a drive.” 

“E, it’s nine-thirty.” 

“How old are you, dude? You sound like my brother.” 

Nova looks at herself in the mirror, with her wet hair, her fresh face with no concealer to hide the heavy bags under her eyes. Hell, she hadn’t shaved her legs in a week. “E-- maybe-- I’m not like, decent to go out.”

“You don’t need to be, I’m in my PJs.” 

“Are they iron man PJs or paw patrol?” 

“Monster’s Inc, now please, come downstairs. I’m starving.” 

Nova gives in, groaning as she hangs up and throws on an old college crewneck and bike shorts. Gaia and Sienna look over when she hurries out of her room, trying to collect her wet, tangled mess of hair into a wet, tangled bun. “I’ll be back soon! Don’t wait up!” 

“Where are you going?” Sienna raises an eyebrow, watching her friend trip as she slips on her slides. 

Nova huffs, fixing her shirt. “E’s here. He wants to go on a drive, or something.” 

Gaia smirks. “And you’re wearing that?” 

“He’s in his PJs too, it’s fine.” 

“Oh cute, Nova’s babysitting a sleepover.” 

Nova blushes, rolling her eyes and grabbing her eyes. “Shut up.” 

“Make sure his chaperones know who he’s with!” Gaia laughs as Nova heads out. 

“You just gave up your right to waffle fries!” Nova yells over her shoulder, flicking her friend off as she runs downstairs to where the monstrous white Jeep is rumbling in the lot, base bumping with the music Ethan’s playing inside. 

Hopping into the cabin, Nova realizes that Ethan’s “pjs” are just a pair of black joggers and knit sweatshirt embroidered with yellow roses. He looks up at her with a wide grin, cocking an eyebrow at the pout on her lips. “Hey-- what?” 

“I thought you were in pajamas!” 

“I am! I wear these sweats to bed!” 

“Look at me! I just took a shower! I look like a mess, oh gosh.” 

Ethan chuckles. “Nov, you look fine. Now get in, the drive thrus are closing soon.” 

“You better not make me get out of this car, I’m not even wearing a bra.” 

Ethan smirks wide. “That’s fine with me.”

She pushes him lightly while he laughs, thankful for the dark cabin that hides her blush. 

On the way to a drive thru to get some food, Ethan glances over at a seemingly thoughtful Nova, who’s eyes are zoned out and watching the lights blur and pass by out the window. She’s got her right hand tucked under her thigh, and the other just resting on the seat, palm up. Ethan clears his throat. “You okay, sweetheart?” 

Nova blinks out of her trance, looking over at him with a smile. “Yeah, sorry.” 

“You were far.” 

“Not really, just empty.” She chuckles. “My brother used to say that only men could sit and just like, not think about anything. But I don’t think so. Sometimes I just like to sit and be. It’s just not as easy anymore,” she bites her lip. 

“How many demand letters have you mentally written since I picked you up.” 

“Two and a half. One of them involved three upgrades.” 

“Holy shit.” 

“E, if you ever tell me you signed up for some timeshare in Australia, I just might strangle you.” 

“I don’t need a timeshare, Nov. I’ll just buy a house.” 

“Damn.” Nova giggles. Ethan heard it, and it’s his turn to blush. He actually grabs her hand now, giving her a playful squeeze. 

“Stop thinking about work. Especially work you won’t be doing for too much longer.” 

“so, distract me,” she smirks, squeezing his hand back. 

Ethan chuckles, and lets hr go to hold the steering wheel again. Nova bites her lip. “You don’t go on drives to clear your mind?” 

“I used to, when I first moved here. But never with anyone else,” she smiles. 

“Glad to be your first, then,” Ethan says, and then glances at her. He heard that too. 

Nova hums in bemusement, and looks back out the window as they let the silence take over for a moment. Ethan pulls up to Chick Fil A and orders them both some nuggets, and then drives to where he knows there’s a nice, private clearing they can eat at and just hang out. She’s in need of a break. 

“You know,” Nova says, when they park. “We could very well be the kids in the first fifteen minutes of a supernatural episode out here.” 

Ethan chuckles, opening her barbecue sauce for her and handing it over. “Better enjoy the nuggets before the Hook man comes to get us.” 

“Nah, he only comes for teens that makeout at clearings.” 

“We’re halfway there.” 

They look at each other, eyes sparkling with the only light being the Jeep’s dashboard. Nova can’t get rid of her smile, dropping her eyes to reach for the same nugget Ethan reaches for, their skin buzzing. 

It’s the first of many peaceful nights that help them both reset, forget about their busy lives, and just be, together. They don’t talk about social media, or class action suits, or art school considerations, or friends, or family. They discuss music, and movies they’ve both watched. Nova teases him for not watching classics like the Notebook, and Ethan teases her when she admits to never learning how to ride a bike. They promise each other a lesson in each. 

He doesn’t drop her off until midnight, where he gets out of the car to walk her up to her door with the late hour. Nova stops on the stairs, facing him with a small smile and big eyes. Ethan, stopped a few steps below her, gazes up at her in awe. He’s never seen anyone so pretty. 

“Thank you, for the drive. And the distraction, and the dinner,” she smiles. “Which, I’m picking up next time.” 

Ethan chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s no problem. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t let that job suck more life out of you than it already has.” 

Nova smiles. “Just two weeks left. Then, we can like...” she shrugs. “Go to the beach, to celebrate.” 

Ethan grins. “Sounds good to me.” 

They stand in front of each other for a bit longer, neither of them wanting to part, but neither of them knowing what to do or say next. Then, Nova hears her apartment door open, Sienna and Gaia’s heads popping out. they’d heard their voices in the hallway, and of course, needed to snoop. 

“Nova Rose, it is way past Ethan’s bedtime,” Gaia snickers, earning an elbow from Sienna. 

“Gaia!” 

Nova rolls her eyes, giggling at Ethan and shaking her head. Ethan thinks it’s funny, laughing himself and scratching his head. “She’s definitely not wrong.” 

Nova smiles, and hugs him. She smells like vanilla. He doesn’t wanna let her go, but he does. Nova pokes his chest. “Text me when you get home, okay?” 

“I will.” he pokes her back. “Don’t stay late at work. 5 pm, that’s clock out.” 

Nova chuckles. “I’ll try.” 

But as she watches him head back down, backwards, so he doesn’t look away from her, tripping on the last step and regaining his balance with a red face, Nova grins and considers staying late every day, if it’s going to turn into late night drives with Ethan. 

[bingexdolan-deactivated20201122]

can you do concept where grayson is taking y/n virginity and when he took off her clothes she whimpers and grabs onto him and tries to hid cus shes insecure about her boobs and hes just like 🥺 i love your tits

I said I’m saving this for virgin but I’m so horny. This is so effing long but I want this so baddd

In no time Grayson is lying on top of you moulding his warm lips onto yours. He rubs and pulsates both his lips onto your lower lip, gently tilting his head to the right while you latch onto his upper lip. He grins as begins to slide his tongue and you hum letting him in. He’s such a good kisser that you let him take control. He plunges his tongue deep in your mouth, sloshing it against yours all the while sucking onto your lips harder, making you hum again.

The way his tongue roams around you makes your body ache and you wrap his body onto him pulling him closer. Grayson aches too. The kiss has turned you both on so much you both want more of each other. You want him so bad that you almost cry.

“Babey,” Grayson says softly by your lips, caressing your waist knowing he wants to take it a step further as much as you do. You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“I-I want-” you’re too much in need that you can’t finish your sentence. You place your hands by the ends of his shirt and Grayson looks straight back up at you for approval and you only nod. You slowly help him remove his shirt to reveal his incredibly sculpted body and he lets you roam your hands all over him. But you suck in a breath as his hands grip your own shirt, your heart races.

“Babey, I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want to-”

“No, no I want to. I’m just-” you bite your lip, feeling your cheeks starting to grow pink. You can’t help but let out a nervous giggle biting your lip again, “Don’t look at them directly?” You finally let him slowly lift your shirt off of you, but instantly, you yank him down back onto you by his neck, hiding your naked torso from him. This catches him off guard.

“B-babe what-?” Grayson slightly grins looking into your eyes. You’re so insecure you cover your breasts under him, not daring to meet his gaze. “Babe, look at me,” Grayson coos and you finally look at him tears watering your eyes with nervousness.

He gives you the most loving look before tilting his head down to move your hands away. One sight of your breasts makes him throw his head back. “Ohhh fuck,” Grayson breaths out half beaming half in desperation. He immediately crashes his lips onto yours again. “I need to-” Grayson mumbles lifting himself up to take a full look at you, then stares up at you with doe eyes completely silenced by how beautiful your breasts are. He moans and hungrily placing your left nub in his mouth making you whimper. Before you know it, he’s licking and sucking to his hearts content at both of them. “Baby I could kiss your breasts all day,” Grayson moans looking into your eyes. You lick your lips at him and gaze down at his erection.

“Make love to me Grayson,” you mumble and at your words, he kisses you once more before slowly sliding your shorts and underwear off. He groans at how wet you are and you watch him as he takes his hardened cock out in his hands. He quickly looks you in the eyes in concern, guiding your tiny hands to touch his length, you gulp as you feel yourself grow wetter.

“Baby, it’s going to hurt at first, but I’ll do everything I can to make you feel alright,” Grayson says soothingly, kissing your neck. You can’t help but cry at how sweet he is. You start to brace yourself as you feel his tip at your very entrance. “Baby, grind on me a bit and... tilt your pelvis a tad bit back, it’ll make it easier,” Grayson soothes and you do so.

Before you know it, he’s managed to slide in the upper part of his length into you and you whimper. Your core sends up waves of pleasure and pain you’ve never experienced before. Grayson all the while moans at how easily it is to slip inside of you, he slowly makes his way deeper and you roll your eyes, engulfing your body into him.

“Oh my god y-you’re so big,” you can’t help but moan, shutting your eyes as he stretches you out even more.

“I-I know baby, hold on, almost,” he soothes, he finally curls himself inside of you touching your g-spot and you spasm you hips onto him as reflex.

“O-Oh my god. G-Gray,” you moan at him at the ping of stimulation you just felt at his touch.

“Feels good my precious?” Grayson coos, groaning at the same time as he slowly starts to draw himself out and then back in. Your eyes roll in disbelief at how sex can feel like this. Grayson looks at you lovingly, overjoyed that you’re enjoying him this much, especially for your first time. He gives you a couple more slow thrusts and you start to feel your walls adjusting to his incredibly large size, slowly wanting him more.

“F-faster,” you moan out. Grayson bites his lip, eagerly quickening his pace. “Oh my god, Gray it feels so good,” tears start flowing down your cheeks as he quickens his pace even more. Grayson notices your crying and his heartaches.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me cry,” Grayson mumbles, grunting at the same time as he fucks you even harder.

“OHHhhh my god,” you wail out again now fucking you at a mid-high speed. He does a couple more thrusts, before your hips start shaking uncontrollably, waves of pleasuring surges through your entire body, you hold your breath in disbelief that his dick can do this to you. “Oh my god,” you let out last before orgasming, holding onto his broad shoulders as you squirm and moan under him. “Ohhhhh fuck,” Grayson helps you ride your high which makes him peak too. He quickly pulls out of you and caresses his length before spilling all over your torso.

“T-That was so good,” you instantly ball your eyes out, overcome with happiness. Grayson also tears up and you immediately entangle each other in a hug, giving each other soft, breathy kisses.

“I love you so much.”

[vintagedolan]

just a little preview of what your insta stories would look like if you were dating grayson

[episkygrant]

62 pls ?

“If you can’t sleep... we could have sex?”

—————

warnings: smuttish

she wasn’t sure what it was about tonight. both her and her good friend, ethan dolan whom she’s known for a little over three months thanks to a mutual friend, laid in the same bed they were forced to share in the god forsaken cabin. forced was a little exaggerated, but they were friends who lingered in the “i have feelings for you but i’m too awkward to tell you” phase of their relationship, though everyone around them pushed for them to get together. especially grayson who managed to schemed up a plan in getting them to be in the same room. a room with only one bed.

“fuck,” ethan swore to himself, tossing his body for the last time which coincidentally involved him facing y/n, who stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes that can’t seem to close. “can’t fuckin’ sleep.”

“neither can i,” she softly commented, trailing her eyes from the ceiling back down to ethan who was in the process of removing his shirt, revealing his damp skin. “are you okay?”

“too damn hot in here,” he grumbled, his agitation sounding as though it was directed towards her even though she was only partly to blame. “holy shit.”

“i think grayson turned the heat all the way on,” she giggled as ethan shoved his blankets off his lower body and he tugged off his sweatpants, exposing his boxers where she could see the lining out of member pressed up against the tight material in an obvious boner. “oh s-shit, sorry...”

“no it’s okay,” y/n quickly said, tearing her gaze away from him to return to the ceiling. then an idea, an insane, outlandish idea, popped into her mind and her mouth began uttering, “you know we could...”

she fortunately stopped herself, but unfortunately ethan was apparently in a curious mood, “we could what? tell me, y/n.”

“no... it was stupid. and weird,” she sighed, feeling the warmth of the room fill up her cheeks. “and it was more of a joke anyway, kinda.”

ethan perched himself up on the bed and slightly hovered over her, insisting, “yo i’m bored as fuck and insomnia is kicking my ass right now. tell me, y/n, i won’t stop bothering you until you do.

and then the words just tumble out of her mouth with ease, “If you can’t sleep... we could have sex?”

she closed her eyes out of fear of seeing his instinctive physical reaction. embarrassment was just right around the corner of her brain when he remains quiet, and she starts to form an apology in her mind for possibly going too far. however, things take a sharp and unexpected turn when she feels a flush of cold air hit her body and hands spread her legs apart, and ethan’s voice growling, “might take you up on your offer.”

she reopened her eyes and gasped at the close proximity his face was to hers, and his fingers played with the waistband of her pajama shorts. “really?”

“yeah, really,” he grinned, pushing down to reveal her soaked underwear that he also discards. y/n squeaks when she feels his cock push up into her folds, and she is quick to grab his bare back the moment his body plops down on her. ethan buries his face in the crook of her neck as he breathes out, “i could honestly go all night.”

y/n nodded in agreement as he begins to slowly move himself against her, whispering gently into his ear, “so could i.”

[persistence-ofmemories-deactiva]

Lol we need the drink sexts now 🥺🥺

[deluxedolans]

HAHAHAH MY BACKUP ETHAN

[dolansficsandpics-deactivated20]

fuck fwb gray is so hot. what’s it like the first time they actually have sex? and what happens when ethan finds out/does he ever find out?? your writing is amazing

Part 1 // Part 2 

sorry this took a while to get to hehe smut warning!

After Grayson ate you out, the two of you laid in his bed, making out and moaning softly. Both of you were hesitant to take it even further, but as the bulge in Grayson’s pants only became bigger and more uncomfortable, he pulled his mouth away from yours. 

“Can I fuck you?” he spoke breathlessly, his chest heaving. Your hands were in his hair as he laid over you, staring at the features of your face. His eyes darted from your eyes to your swollen lips then back up to your eyes. 

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah,” you blushed bright red and pulled his shirt up. He followed quickly and undressed himself, your naked bodies already pressed together. “Um, condom,” you reminded, suddenly shaking with nerves and excitement. You were really about to sleep with your best friend. 

“Right,” Grayson rolled off of you and fumbled around the top drawer of his nightstand until he found the condoms. He slipped it on, and naturally, you let your eyes trail down his body. You licked your lips as you remembered what he tasted like. “Okay, ready?” he blushed as he got back on top of you. 

Even though the two of you had had your fair share of sexual partners, there was something completely new about this encounter. You felt like a virgin all over again. 

“Ready,” you kissed him again, and spread your legs for him, gasping when he rubbed the tip of length against your wet folds. He groaned into your mouth and mentally begged himself not to finish too fast. He pressed himself inside you, feeling how tight and warm you were around him. “Oh my god,” you whined softly and wrapped your arms around him. 

“You okay?” he bit his lip and watched you, slowly caressing your cheek and your hair. You nodded quickly and begged him to move, and he obeyed

Grayson thrusted into you, gradually picking up the pace as he moved his head to your neck to suck purple spots into your skin. 

You scratched his back, screaming his name in pleasure. He pounded into you, skin slapping and the head board knocking into the wall. 

“Yo Gray!” Ethan’s voice was muffled by the closed bedroom door. The house alarm beeped twice to signal someone had just came in through the front door. 

Grayson stopped moving, the two of you breathing heavy as you listened for Ethan’s footsteps approaching his room. 

“Grayson!” Ethan called out again. The knob to the bedroom door slowly turned. 

“Uh! Don’t come in!” Grayson called out, shushing you as you whined softly beneath him. 

Ethan was one of your closest friends as well, and it would just be weird if he found out what you and Grayson have been doing. 

“Why not?” 

“I’m..I’m changing!” Grayson bit his lip at his lame excuse. 

“So?” Ethan turned the knob again. 

“Woah! I’m jacking off! I’m watching porn!” Grayson squeezed his eyes shut in shame and you buried your face into his chest to stop yourself from laughing. 

“Dude,” Ethan laughed. “You need to get laid,” and with that, Ethan left Grayson alone. 

You and Grayson waited until you heard Ethan’s shower turn on before continuing. 

“Shh, you gotta be quiet,” Grayson mumbled into your cheek as he thrusted his hips. 

“Fuck,” you moaned softly and chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from being too loud. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Grayson warned, grunting and groaning until the two of you came. You let out a sudden, loud moan, gasping for air as you held Grayson’s body close to yours. “Shhh!” he quickly covered your mouth and pulled out. 

“He can’t hear, he’s in the shower,” you pulled his hand from your mouth and tried catching your breath. 

“We gotta be more careful next time,” Grayson disposed of the condom and you sat up, pulling his sheets over you. 

“So there’s gonna be a next time?” you smirked. 

Grayson turned bright red. “I mean, only if you want? I don’t know, I didn’t mean to like assume?” 

“Relax,” you laughed softly and pulled him back to bed. “There’s definitely going to be a next time.” 

[dolansficsandpics-deactivated20]

That bff concept was so good omg... you think they do anything else? 👁

Part one 👀

Warning: smutty

Not the same night, no. After you sucked your best friend off, you both quickly made excuses. You claimed you had to get ready for your date with Tommy while Grayson stuttered and said he had to edit.

Two days later, Grayson finally reached out.

Gray: so do did tommy boy make it past date 3?

You: nah, i left before dessert

Gray: oh?

Gray: wanna talk about it over fro-yo?

Gray: dairy-free fro-yo.

You: be there in 10

For the first time in your entire friendship with Grayson, there was a thick blanket of tension surrounding you both.

Grayson postmated you both frozen yogurt, and while you waited for it you explained that your date with Tommy just wasn’t up to your standards. For a while, you both forgot about your little practice session, but when the yogurt arrived the two of you fell silent.

Grayson watched you lick your spoon, his cheeks heating up as he remembered your lips wrapped around him.

“He’s just boring,” you shrugged casually, scraping the bottom of your cup for the last of the frozen yogurt.

“You seemed into him,” he threw away his empty cup, his eyes still on your lips.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, swiping your thumb over the corners of your mouth.

“No,” he bit his lip and looked away. “Can we just talk about the elephant in the room and get it over with?” He finally said, sighing in defeat. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Oh my god I thought I was the only one,” you let out an exhale. “I kinda liked it,” you admitted, thanking the heavens that you felt comfortable enough with your best friend to confess something like this.

“Me too,” he looked back at you and met your eyes, his suddenly dark with lust. Before either of you had the chance to think, his lips were on yours, kissing you hungrily and moving his tongue against yours. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands quickly finding their way into his hair.

“I wanna taste you,” he groaned and lifted you up, carrying you to his room and dropping you on his bed. You didn’t waste any time. You pulled off your pants as he took off his shirt.

“Wait,” you kept your legs closed. “Is this ruining our friendship?” You bit your lip, breathing heavy.

“Babe, you ruined the friendship when you put my dick in your mouth,” he smirked and slowly spread your legs apart as he settled himself between your legs.

“It was for science,” you bit your lip, watching your best friend lick his fingers and run then over your folds. When did you get so wet?

“So is this,” he rubbed his fingers in small circles over your clit, earning a gasp and a moan as your body relaxed at his touch. He placed kisses on the inside of your thighs as he slid a finger inside of you, slowly pumping in and out. You clenched around him and moaned softly. “You look so good right now,” he smirked.

“Gray...more,” you begged with wide eyes, and he obeyed, inserting another finger inside of you and curling them upward to touch the small tough patch of flesh inside you. You whimpered and moaned, throwing your head back.

He finally connected his lips to your clit, lightly sucking on the sensitive spot and then flicking his tongue rapidly over it, his fingers still fucking you.

“Oh, fuck!” You arched your back and grabbed onto his sheets, spreading your legs even wider for him. “Fuck, Grayson!”

Grayson smirked against your skin and continued sucking and flicking and fingering you until your body shook with a climax.

You gasped for air, suddenly trying to close your legs as you came down from your high.

“Oh yeah, friendship definitely ruined,” Grayson smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

You laughed quietly, your body still sensitive. “C’mere,” you reached for him and he pulled himself up so he was hovering over you. Naturally, you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled his face close to yours, kissing him more deeply than before.

Grayson smiled into the kiss, holding you close to him.

“So is this gonna be a friends with benefits type-situation?” He pulled away slightly, letting you kiss his neck.

“Mm, I mean, what are friends for?” You smirked.

“We should’ve done this a long time ago.”

[dolansficsandpics-deactivated20]

i LIVE for the bff to lovers trope type thingy so like a concept where you just casually mentioning that you wanna get better at blowjobs and bff!gray offers for u to practice on him?? 🤭🤭

bff to lovers will always be elite yall

Warnings: smutty 

Being best friends with a guy was pretty cool. When you needed guy advice, you could just turn to Grayson. Whenever you had stupid boy questions, he was your man, and whenever he had questions about girls, you were his woman. 

During your freshman year of high school, when everyone was having their first kiss, you and Grayson decided to just kiss each other. It was a mutual decision that the two of you discussed in depth just so you both could say you’ve kissed someone before. From then on, he was the go-to for relationship help. 

“Okay, I’m seeing Tommy tonight,” you said, walking into Grayson’s bedroom. His place was like your second home, so you weren’t afraid to just waltz into his room without knocking. 

“Is this date 3?” Grayson removed his laptop from his lap, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. He sat up in his bed and watched you sit on the edge of it. 

You nodded. Date 3 usually meant you were ready to take things further. If the boy can get passed date 3, that meant he was something special. Too bad no one’s ever made it that far. 

“Fun,” Grayson wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, but when you didn’t crack a joke about how you’re about to get laid, he frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“I guess I’m nervous,” you shrugged. 

“Since when?” 

“Since,” you took a deep breath. “Remember Billy Reed? The guy with the-”

“The blue hair? Yeah, I remember him,” Grayson scoffed. He never approved of Billy. 

“Well, when I was...giving him head...he wasn’t,” you bit your lip. “He wouldn’t...finish?” 

Grayson’s eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to make sense of what you were saying, but his mind was suddenly clouded by thoughts of you on your knees with your mouth full and your eyes watering. He’s had a number of wet dreams about you, so the image wasn’t exactly new to him. 

“So-” 

“I need to get better at giving head,” you finally said. “Any tips?”

“Um,” Grayson’s cheeks turned read as he twitched in his pants. “Well, for starters, no teeth.” 

“Got it.” 

“Don’t be afraid to gag, that feels good,” he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. 

“Ugh, I need to practice,” you laid back onto the bed, your hands on your stomach. 

“You can practice on me,” Grayson mentally face palmed at his own suggestion. He thought to himself, what a dumbass. She wouldn’t want to practice on you. That would be weird.  

“Really?” you slowly sat back up. 

“Yeah, I mean, it’s for science,” he smirked and bit his lip as you tied your hair back. Oh shit, this was really happening. 

“It’s not weird or anything right?” You slowly slid off the bed and kneeled between his legs. When you looked up at him with wide, dark eyes, Grayson’s heart rate increased. He gulped and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for getting hard just at making eye contact with you. 

You reached up and pulled his pants down by the waistband, biting your lip hard when his length sprang up from its constraint. You let a small gasp escape your lips, but you shook away the sudden warmth between your legs. Just for science. 

“Would you say that this is average?” you joked with a smug look on your face as Grayson puffed his chest. 

“Above average,” he corrected and watched you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock. “Spit on your hand first,” he directed. You nodded and pulled away, licking your hand and re-wrapping it around him. You slowly pumped his length and took a deep breath. It was happening. This was happening. 

“How’s this?” you looked up at him as your hand moved up and down, your grip tightening slightly and making his breathing hitch in his throat. 

“Good,” he tried to make his voice deeper as to not show a sign of weakness. “Now, just-” before he could continue giving directions, your lips connected with the tip of his cock. You sucked the pre-cum that leaked and swirled your tongue around him. “Agh, fuck,” Grayson’s body tensed as his hand found its way to the back of your head. “More.” 

He gently pushed your head further down onto him, so half of him was in your mouth while you pumped the other half with your hand. You bopped your head slowly, sucking and licking against his veiny length, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

Grayson thought it was cute how hard you focused on making him feel good, and he couldn’t help but smile down at you as you practiced your oral skills. 

“Good girl,” the words fell from his mouth with a throaty groan, and you squeezed your legs together. “Can you take a little more?” You answered by pushing your head further between his legs, sightly gagging when he hit the back of your throat. “Fuck, yes.” 

Your eyes watered as you looked back up at him for approval. He nodded down at you and you continued sucking his length, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around him. Your hands found their way to his tatted thighs as you tried to use just your mouth. 

“Shit, fuck..gonna cum,” he warned, unsure if he should cum in your mouth or just finish himself off. 

You pulled away briefly, mumbling “wanna taste it,” before reconnecting your lips to him and sucking until he was releasing himself inside your mouth. 

You moaned when he came, you had never tasted anyone like him before. 

Grayson let out a loud moan, one he was kind of embarrassed of considering he always tried to control himself when he was with a girl. But there was something about the way he felt inside your warm mouth that sent him over the edge. His chest heaved as he watched you disconnect from him, swallowing him and licking your lips. 

“How was that?” you asked nervously. 

“Let’s just say, I think Billy had some sort of erectile dysfunction and you were not the problem,” he breathed with a laugh.  

“Really?” You sat up straighter, your hands still on his thighs. “It was good?” He melted at how excited you were. 

“Really fucking good.” 

[vintagedolan]

Hi Lynds! I’m having a real shit day and the only thing keeping me from crying at work is thinking about how how sweet Gray would be if you came home and started crying. Maybe he doesn’t notice at first and then realizes you’re sniffling and wraps you up in his arms and lets you cling to him.. I’d love to see what kind of blurb your genius brain could come up with for this idea 🥺💖

hi bby i’m here to help!! I hope this makes your day just a tiny bit better, ily!

If there was one thing you hated, it was letting people know that they had gotten to you. Which meant there was no way in hell you were going to cry at work - you’d keep it together if it was the last thing you did.

But when you got in the car? That was a whole other story. Was it the safest thing to be driving home with eyes full of tears? Probably not. But you didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop you from getting the hell away from work. 

You got it mostly under control by the time you made it to Grayson’s house, taking a few deep breaths before you mustered up the energy to get out of the car and walk inside. 

The house was a bit quieter than normal, the usual music on the speakers turned down a bit, no one moving. Even so, it felt like home, and that feeling only heightened when you saw Grayson at the dining room table, working away at his laptop like usual, diet root beer can on the table marking his place. 

He noticed you as soon as you walked in, eyes lighting up in the sweetest way.

“Hi baby! How was work?” 

The question was innocent enough, but it’s the worst thing he could of asked in terms of you keeping it together. 

“It was fine.” You answered it too quickly, and your voice is croaky. Dammit.

“Yeah?” His eyes went back to his computer screen automatically, but there’s something about the way you said it that had him looking back to you with a frown.

“No. Not really.” It came out so quiet you were surprised he even heard it. But he did. Of course he did, and he’s on his feet in an instant, chair squeaking against the floor when he pushed it back quickly in a bid to get to you faster. 

“Hey, what is it? What’s wrong?” He searched your face for an answer, and the concern in his gaze is too much. He saw the tears, knew they were coming, and he couldn’t get his arms around you fast enough. 

He wrapped you up, so big and strong that he was all you could feel; his arms around you, his chest against your cheek, his chin above your head.

“I got you, you’re okay” were the words that broke the last barrier, the last hold you had on keeping it all in. And so, you crumpled. The sobs broke free, ragged and loud and ugly and he didn’t care, only held you tighter against him, arms moving down to go underneath yours and wrap around your waist so yours could go around his shoulders as you clung to him.

“Baby,” he said, and it was so soft, so full of love and concern that it had you crying even harder, no hope of controlling it.

“I’m- I’m s-s-sorry,” you blubbered, trying to breathe. He let go of you for just a moment, hands coming up to cup your face.

“Hey, none of that. Don’t apologize, not to me. Just let it out, I’ve got you.” 

So you did. You weren’t sure when he moved, walked the two of you down the hall and into his room, settling on the edge of the bed so you could sit on his lap. He rocked you just barely, so subtle that you weren’t even sure he knew he was doing it, pressing kisses to your shoulder that was pressed against his lips, only moving back to whisper little reassurances in your ear.

There was no telling how long you cried - it was a lot to work though. But eventually, the sobs turned to whimpers and the whimpers faded to silence as you got it all out. It didn’t stop Grayson from holding you - he only lets go when you do. But then his hands are back on your face, thumbs wiping away your tears with his eyebrows furrowed, still worried.

“I’m okay. I feel better,” you sighed, resting your cheek in his big palm.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it? Do I need to go beat someone up?” He raised his eyebrows seriously, making you laugh.

“No, you did more than enough. Thank you.” You couldn’t say anymore, couldn’t dwell on how good he was to you, or you would start crying all over again. 

“Of course baby girl. I love you so much.” He leaned forward, pressed an understanding kiss to your lips, hoping you knew just how much.