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28 and “can i come yet”

send in nsfw prompts - tonight only! please place a twin, or i’ll just choose one of them if there isn’t one. i’m gonna assume you wanted grayson?

28. for sex against the wall

you’d snuck away with grayson, giggles leaving both your lips as you slipped away from your own reception. the moment the door of your bridal suite door closed grayson had you in his arms, working quickly to push up the white silk slip you’d changed into earlier.

blazedgraysons

Could we get a part 2 to the virgin concept please... Maybe their first time idk

a/n: holy shit, i’m so sorry that it took me so fucking long to finish out my requests. i’ve just been feeling super disconnected from tumblr, but here’s a little something as i get back into wanting to write and post. i’m gonna be clearing out my inbox over the next few days (not that there’s anything to clear lmaoo, i have like four requests I want to do), but if anyone wants to send me something, i would love to write it for you! many kisses, angels, thank you for reading anything i write. i really appreciate it <333

warnings: loss of virginity, more first times, an overuse of the word fuck and probably the softest smut you’ll ever see on this account.

(this isn’t really a series, but it’s suggested you read this and this first.)

“Stop trying to be sexy.”

Grayson’s outside, doing pull-ups, soft grunts spilling out of his mouth with every rep. He looks up, a bright smile on his face when he sees you standing at the entrance of the backyard.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He says, dropping down from the bar to move towards you.

“That’s more than enough, sometimes.” It was true; recently, it seemed you could be turned on by nothing more than just Grayson being Grayson. “Are you done, amour?”

blazedgraysons

virgin reader giving grayson a bj

a/n: i promise i’m working on requests, my life has just been incredibly busy along with me working on the no nut fic and some other exciting things for y’all!! anyways thank you for the request angel, hope you like it🤍🤍

warnings: first-time bj’s, lack of communication between these two, and grayson having a bit of innocence kink if you squint

this is a continuation of this request. you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on here (but you should read it anyways bc it’s kinda good lmao)

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If you were to list your worst moments when it came to love and dating, your first blowjob had to be near the top.

It was high school, junior year with some football player named Chad Daniels. You both were at a party, and honestly, the whole experience was less than extraordinary. It only took two seconds before Chad immediately tried facefucking you. All you could remember is the pain you felt from gagging and choking and almost instantly pushing him off of you.

Needless to say, it wasn't your favorite activity nor something you were that desperate to try again. Until Grayson.

blazedgraysons

babe can u bless us w some new years smut w papi gray ?

oml i’m sorry it took me so long to finish this but of course, angel!! lmaoo let’s start the new year out with some hate sex with gray.

warnings: so i guess the words papi gray triggered something in me because i don’t really know what this is anymore. anyways hatefucking, a smidge of choking, some dirty talk and the return of my fave: cocky fuckboy grayson. anyways hope you like it bby <333

New Year’s had never been your favorite holiday. Too many blacked-out people in a bar, all with high hopes for the year that come quickly crashing down the next day along with their hangovers. Plus, it doesn’t help that you’ve been puked on two NYEs in a row.

It wasn’t like you had a personal vendetta against the holiday, just the older you got, the more you wanted to spend New Years' at home. So you ended up creating your own traditions: Indian food, shitty beer, and rewatching your favorite chick flicks.

This is why you were so surprised to find yourself outside of a huge party this year. Your two best friends had dragged you with them, explaining how they didn’t want to ring in New Year’s without you.

blazedgraysons

i’m ready for the concept😏

a/n: this is probably a lot softer than you expected. lmao sorry was in my feels when i wrote this. anyway’s here’s a lil expansion on this post

warnings: there’s some mentions of sex, but doesn’t really go super deep into it. it’s also unedited so bear with me <333

“What’s this?” Grayson asks, tracing along the bee on your ankle, a tiny yet delicately shaded piece of art. You look up from where you’re laying in his bed, lying naked under a blanket. Most of your legs are still exposed, showing off the tattoos you’ve been keeping hidden due to a rare LA cold spell.

“S’for my childhood dog. Her name was Honeybee.” You mutter, voice heavy with sleep. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but somehow Grayson is up and full of energy. He had gotten up a while ago, doing whatever to keep himself occupied while you drifted in and out of sleep. He eventually found himself perched on the end of his bed, watching as your body slowly rose and fall until his attention was piqued by the dark tattoo on your ankle.

“Didn’t know you had tattoos.”

strangerquinns

gray loving the fact that y/n is so much smaller than him, like he’s always helping her with things and putting his arms around her waist 💕

you sighed heavily as you looked up towards the cabinet towards the shelf where the coffee mugs are staying. you looked around for something to step on but instead decided to climb onto the counter in order to reach it. you were short and most of the time found yourself climbing up onto things in order to reach them.

“woah!” graysons booming voice sounded from the hall that lead into the kitchen making you jump slightly. “babe...”

“what? im fine.”

grayson moved quickly and grabbed at your waist before helping you down. you were light in graysons arms before he sent you down back into the ground before kissing your lips.

“don’t need you falling off the counter and hurting yourself,” grayson spoke “what did you need?”

“the coffee mug,” you pointed up towards the shelf before pouring. “I’m able to get stuff for myself.”

“not with me around,” grayson grabbed the mug off the shelf and handing it to you.

grayson loved that you were smaller than him, he thought it was adorable. he loved to be able to pick you up whenever he wanted. always coming up behind you to place his hands on your waist to hold you tightly against him.

and you weren’t gonna lie and say you didn’t love how big grayson was. he was strong and protective of you, something you loved, and always made you feel safe. cuddling up into his arms was your favorite thing and loving how he dwarfed over you.

“oh forgot I have my big strong man,” you reached up on your toes and kissed his lips.

grayson placed his hands on your waist and hoisted you up onto the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his shoulders. grayson deepened the kiss more.

“love you angel,” grayson whispered against your lips.

“mmmm, love you too.”

strangerquinns

family: part one

g.d x reader

warnings: 18+, language, smut | themes: fluff, smut, maybe some angst?

you have always wanted to have a family of your own, but as you get later in age, you start to think that isn’t not something that is going to happen. till your best friend grayson dolan starts voicing the same concerns. would it be crazy to start a family with your best friend? based off this concept sent in.

you let out a groan as you walked into the dolan household, the annoyance you were feeling seemed to get worse with each passing second. once again a relationship ended, another waste of time, hoping that this person would be the one. it had only last for a few months but you really thought it was going to work out.

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can you do one where y/n gives gray his christmas gift?

christmas was soon coming to a close, the festivities dying out as everyone felt the night drawing in. the sun setting on what could only be described as a magical day with the people you loved the most. a christmas in jersey was one ticked off your bucket list, but soon became a yearly tradition as you just couldn’t get enough. a white christmas, surround by nature. peace and tranquillity as you cozied up by the fire illuminating the setting in the living room. a perfect environment to raise children with the only man your heart was safe with.

you were wrapped up in grayson’s arms, bellies exploding from all the delicious food consumed over the day. a blanket covering your lower body as your head was resting on his chest. graysons hands rubbings delicate shapes over your skin as you enjoyed the peace and relished in the feeling of being entangled together.

“baby,” you interrupt the slience, the fire crackling being the only noise heard for yards as the rest of the household settled down for the night. you’re lifting your head from grayson’s chest as your eyes find his already shining down at you as if he hasn't been admiring you for the past two minutes. you tug on your bottom lip like you always did when you were nervous, reaching up to fiddle with his chain hanging loosely around his neck.

“can we go on a walk?” you ask shyly, not ready to tell geayson the real reason you wanted to disrupt the comfort. it was warm, cozy and peaceful yet you wanted- needed- to brave the cold weathers of new jersey. something weigh heavily on your mind and had been struggling to keep a secret all day.

grayson was often the one to guide you around his home town, leading you through all the narrow paths, buried deep inside the woods, hand tight in your own as he lead the way. but tonight, you were determined more than ever and took direction. after he agreed to your spontaneous walk, loving any excuse to be at one with nature- with you by his side- not matter the degree, you were both wrapped up in your warm attire, tracking through the woods on new jersey hand in hand swinging beteeen your bodies.

“erm, sweetheart, i think we’re lost,” grayson laughed when you both came to a stop. clutching your hand tighter as he adjusts to his new unfamiliar surroundings. having got lost in the easy and flowing conversation you shared on your walk, he never realised how far you journeyed until he turned back and could barely make out the lights radiating from his childhood home.

“we’re a long way from home,” grayson pulls yout body into his own. a sign of protection but also needing your body heat to help his own. you were his own personal space heater at the best of times, but as the snow belted down, snowflakes enhancing the beauty grayson gets blessed with everytime he looks at you, right now he needed your cuddles more than ever.

“we are home.”

“huh?”

you confuse him even more when you reach into your pocket, pulling out a delicate velvet coated box with grayson’s name on it. detaching yourself from him as you stand to face him. even in the dark grayson could make out your smile, your eyes illuminating the night sky as you watched intently. fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger, to help calm your nerves. grayson only watching you and making his stomach grow with anxiousness.

“merry christmas, bear.”

grayson send you the warmest smile, a smile with his eyes as he started to open the box. his brows frowning together when he pullover out a delicate sliver chain, smliar to the one he always wore that was always being tugged on by yours truly. yet this one was adored with a key.

“sweetheart, what did you do?”

you stand behind grayson, your arms wrapping around his much larger frame from behind. resting your head on his shoulder as you turn his body around to come face to face with empty land. grass covered land that went on for miles, surrounded by breathtaking trees that were so beautiful it took graysons breath away. the brisk clean air filling his lungs as he reached down to hold your small hand in his, resting agasint his stomach. squeezing it a few times when he took in the view he was lucky to call home.

“this is ours, gray. this land, all of it, its ours. we can build our dream home from scratch. you, me and our future.”

you mumble into his back, feeling his body vibrate from what you could assume were tears. tears of joy, happiness and feelings of disbelief. you brought him land, in new jersey, the place he felt most content, safe and himself. you wanted to raise a family with him, in jersey, in a house you were trusting him to build with his bare hands. he had never been more in love with you then he was at the moment. his life complete, a destined future with you.

“and its big enough for ethan and kristina to have their own property. s’could never spilt you two up, i wanted to make sure it had it all- that you had it all, gray. this is our new beginning. me, you, family and jersey.”

“baby, i-” grayson was at a loss of words, turning in your hold until he was face to face with his real life angel. no matter what he tried to say, no words would ever hold enough gratitude he felt at this christmas gift- a gift of life. so instead he lets his actions do all the talking fror him, in the only way he knew how when it came to you.

bringing his hand to hold your face close to his. lips melting into yours as he kisses you with all the passion and emotion in the world. a kiss that had your whole body tingling, your heart skipping a beat as grayson pulled you in closer. the smell of him so hypnotic beyond reason. the wave of warmth from his body and lips washing over you, curling your toes, unfurling all your senses as the taste of him nearly slienced all your thoughts.

you both pull away for air, never once retracting your hold on each other as graysons fingers rub the mascara you cried under your eyes away. his lips brushing against yours once more, scared to let go in fear of this being all a dream, a dream to good to be true. but when grayson feels your lips peck his one last time, already missing the feeling of them against your own, he knew this was real. you were real.

“out future starts now. i love you, baby. merry christmas.”

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Always Be My Baby - Ethan Dolan

Ethan Dolan was a good boyfriend. He was attentive and loving, and always made you feel good about yourself. Until you overhear him talking to his friends about your sex life and your lack of experience.

5.6k of pure angst. Contains smut.

AN: This is my first Ethan fic, hopefully it can be a little distraction from everything going on right now. My ask is open for requests or for a chat here! Thank you for reading, and sorry in advance. Xxxx

You knew you were lucky to have Ethan. From the moment you’d met him, he’d felt like the missing puzzle piece to everything, and he felt the same about you – or so you’d thought. He told you once that you’d wiggled your way into his heart, where he knew you’d stay for the rest of his life. Ethan was a dream boyfriend. He was a good communicator, a good listener, he was romantic, he was attentive, and he never ditched you for his friends. He was patient and kind, and he never made you feel bad about the anxieties that so often swirled in your head.

Boys and the dating world scared you, especially boys as gorgeous as Ethan. He was your first everything. First real date, first boyfriend, and first time. He had never made you feel like being a virgin was a bad thing, when you were convinced it was the worst thing about yourself.

He’d wiped the tears that dripped down your cheeks when you nervously told him you’d never been with anyone. He’d slipped his warm hands out from where they rested on your hips underneath your t-shirt and tucked you into his chest when you told him it was embarrassing, and that you understood if he didn’t want to date a virgin. He’d held you against his heart and promised it was nothing to be embarrassed about, and it most certainly didn’t change the way he felt about you (and that nothing ever would).

He’d opened you up to a world you didn’t think you’d ever find yourself in. A world where you were slowly but surely embracing your sexuality and feeling more and more confident in your relationship, your body, and with Ethan. Being inexperienced and unsure of yourself had been your biggest insecurity for a very long time, and Ethan knew it, so you never expected to hear him talking to his friends so harshly about it.

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part 2 for the last angst post?

{part 1 can be found here}

grayson watched you disappear. he watched the back of your head fade into the distance between the glass door separating him from his future, his happiness and what just so happened to be his biggest regret. his body was paralysed in a state of shock, he no longer recognised himself. the man a few minutes prior was not the man his mother raised him to be. he was ashamed, hurt and whore frankly disappointed in himself.

he vowed to himself that he would never disrespect you in any way, he would never be the reason for your tears, your pain and heartbreak- yet tonight he was all of those things. he let the pressure of his ‘fans’ and social media warriors get inside his head and cloud his judgment on the woman he was supposed to know the best through and through.

having read the thousands of comments flooding his timeline prior to the missing card situation, he let people’s disloyal words eat away at him. doubting everything he knew as people who don’t even know him deep down, supposedly knew what was best for him and his relationship. he was a fool. his anger got the best of him and unfortunately you received the front line of it.

grayson decided it was time to fight for what he loved. watching you walk out on him was a sight he wished to never see again, a pain he wished to never feel. he picked himself up of the stool, kicking away what was left of his self doubt and stupidity before making a bee line in the direction you ran off in. taking his heart with you as you fled, not stopping to look back at the man you once believed was your endgame.

grayson was frantic, screaming your name over and over- not giving a fuck in the slightest that his neighbors of their luxury estate could possibly give them a noise complaint. you were his priority and he needed to find you.

he breathed a huge sigh of relief when you saw you still present in the drive way of his home, yet the sight broke him. you were slumped across the steering wheel, rubbing at your puffy eyes as you cried enough tears to help save california from their drought. grayson stood and took in your fragile state, his own eyes pricking with tears as he approached you gently. startling you by knocking on the passenger side window to gain your attention, in hopes of fixing what he broke.

you look up at him in a panic, bloodshot eyes glaring in his direction as you lock the doors on your vehicle franticly, not wanting to deal with any more harmful words grayson had left to throw at you.

“baby come inside, please. talk to me.” grayson pleaded with you from the otherside of the window, his view cracking with every word. hands pressed agasint it in hopes it’ll draw you closer to him, in hopes he could somewhat feel your body through the sheer glass. just needing your touch to ground and comfort him as well as you.

“go- go away!” you scream through muffled sobs, hitting your hands agasint the wheel in frustration.

“im not leaving untill you talk to me, y/n.” grayson was stubborn, even more so than you, so you knew putting up a fight with his demands would only end in more tears. you reluctantly unlock doors, wrapping your arms around your body as some sort of protection when you hear grayson let out a sigh and climb into the passenger seat beside you.

“baby-“

“you’re an arse, dolan.” you laugh almost sinfully, the disbelief of what just happened settling in as you stare deep into his soul. searching his eyes for any sort of remorse as you knew deep down, grayson knew he fucked up. you could read him like a book and the fact it took him less than 5 minutes to run after you, reassured you that tonight’s events, were completely out of character for him.

“i deserved that-“

“you deserve a lot more than that.” you say. sighing as you bring your hands to your face, tiredly rubbing away the dried stains of your tears.

“i know. i fucked up, i-i didn’t mean anything i said, angel, you have to believe me. i don’t know what came over me, the fans- the media, it all got too much for-“ grayson rushes out, sending himself into a panic attack at how nervous he was. he’s reaching for your hand in the process and sighing in success when he doesn’t feel you pull away from him. his heart rate decreases as you were the only thing he needed to remain calm.

“your words hurt me, grayson.”

“and im so sorry, baby. so so sorry. money means nothing, if i don’t have you by my side. you’re a million dollars, not the numbers in my bank account- you’re the money, baby, id rather be broke if it meant i didn’t have you in my life. your love is worth a fortune and it’s all im ever gonna need to survive.

once again his words make you cry, but not in the way they did earlier. they were tears of joy, tears of peace and love. your grayson was back, the man you fell in love with was back in the room, back in your heart.

having just explained to you the reasoning behind his breakdown, going into detail about all the articles, all the tweets and comments, you were more than understanding. you calmed his nerves by leaning over the console of your car, turning his face towards your own by resting your delicate, gental fingers on the bottom of his jaw as your lips brush against his own.

you indulge in a make out, a much needed session at that. both pouring all your emotions into the kiss. grayson even pushing into you that little bit further, his own little way of apologising without needing to say much more. when you both get dragged away from one enough due to the lack of oxygen, grayson is still holding onto your cheek. not ready to fully let go of you now he’s got you back in his embrace.

“im gonna need to get a new card.” deciding to rid the tension with some much needed humour, grayson eyes sparkle as he memorises every freckle on your face. knowing the atmosphere needed a boost and turning the night around for the better as you laugh along with him. giving him your own apology as you let your anger get the best of you, causing you act irrationally by destroying his card.

“dinners on me tonight, dolan.”

grayson smirks at you, using all his strength to lift you over the middle section and into his lap. your giggles music to his ears as he kisses down your exposed neck. fingers pressing deep into your hips as he steadys you on his crotch, your fingers running through his hair. you’re rolling your head back to give him more access to your skin, as warm puffs of air leave your swollen, flustered lips.

“in that case... im hungry for something else.”

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are requests open? if so, could you write some major angst? like maybe gray is in a new relationship with a girl and he thinks she is just using him and yells at her and makes her cry?🥺

“babe! have you seen my credit card? ive looked everywhere for it, swear i left it on the bedside table.”

you heard grayson mumble the last part to himself. you were sat at the kitchen island, finishing up some last minute college work before yourself and grayson were headed out for a date night. with how busy graysons work schedule was and the amount of assignments you had deadlines to complete, you both made it a number one priority to have a date night once a week. thursdays were normally your chosen day.

“try the pod room!” you call back. submitting your essay before huffing out of relief and closing the laptop down. grayson had brought you a laptop early on into your relationship. you refused and even offered to pay him back, but his excuse was that he knew first hand how hard schooling online could be and he “wanted to make it easier for my girl to graduate.” in all honesty grayson loved treating you. wether it be to dinner, a laptop to help ease the stress of your degree or even a bunch of flowers he saw that reminded him of you. he was whipping his card out in an instant, no amount of money would be enough for his girl.

however, in a second it’s like that all changed and your world flipped 360. you were on your way to help grayson look for his misplaced card when you bumped rather harsly into his broad chest, catching you off guard as you stumble back slightly. normally grayson is quick to reach out and catch you, but instead he was fixed in his spot. a cold hard stare being thrown in your direction as he held up his credit card and your purse in each hand.

“oh! you found it.”

“hmm, i did. care to explain why it was in your purse?” graysons tone was unlike one you had heard before. it was sharp, cold and held a venomous undertone to it. scaring you slightly as you step away timidly from his body and hard glare.

you look down at your feer as you shift them uncomfortably, not knowing what grayson was implying untill you heard him scoff and throw your purse on the sofa. watching as it bounced off and hit the floor with a thump.

“you must have put it in there when we went to get monty’s last night?” you question, almost uncertain in your reponse, but knowing that was the only reasonable explanation to it. a midnight feast always ended up with the two of you eating your body weight in vegan burgers and shakes. just basking in your own little sanctuary made perfect for the pair of you. as always, no matter how many times you try to argue, grayson always pays. insisting that chivalry is far from dead.

“how could i have been so blind.” he shoves his way past you. his shoulder connecting with yours as he does so, one again sending you staggering back and holding onto the freshly decorated wall to steady yourself. you stare at him in completely shock. your mouth agape as you try to desperately hold back the tears, not wanting to show him any weakness that he could prey on.

“excuse me?”

“you’re a gold digger.” grayson answers like it was the most obvious thing in the world. unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt as he makes himself comfortable on a kitchen stall. your plans for a nice romantic evening where thrown out the window. instead it turned into a night of regret and trauma by his uncharacteristic actions.

“im a what?” you hiss through gritted teeth. tearing gathering in your eyes as you were taken aback by his depreciating words. it was almost as if the man in front of you, that you’ve grown to love and become so emotionally attached to, was a completely different human. you didn’t recognise this grayson - this certainly was not your grayson.

“want me to spell it out for you, y/n? you’re using me for my money. plain and simple. you can’t handle the fact i earn more money than you, im more successful than you, that i can afford the luxuries in life that you can’t. you’re not in love with me, you’re in love with my money.”

grayson knew the words he was saying was false. everything he said was a lie, yet he couldn’t stop them from leaving his lips. he didn’t have a excuse as to why he said all those hurtful, degrading comments- yet they kept coming. each word a knife to your heart, with an twist for added pain. grayson knew he royally fucked up the second he heard those heartbreaking sobs escape your lips. wanting nothing more then to reach out and hold you. to shush your cries and tell you how much he loves you.

he hated seeing you in any pain, especially knowing he’s the reason behind it. if he could tske it all back, he would- but he was to far gone at this point.

your vision blurred as you failed to control the tears from spilling any longer. all the pain and newfound hatred you felt for the man you thought was your endgame, showed in your expressions, movements and psychical pain.

“this-“ you hiss, walking up to grayson as you reach for his credit card. holding it between your fingers as you rummage around the kitchen draws for some scissors. knowing first hand that actions speak louder than words. you hold the meaningless plastic up to his face, making sure he was souly focused on you as you cut up his earning right in front of his broken, distort eyes.

“-means nothing to me. money, means nothing to me. i didnt even know who you were before we met! jesus chirst, grayson. ive done nothing but love you unconditionally, worship and praise you and never once made you doubt how true and real my feelings for you were, ARE. yet tonight- it’s obviously you made yours crystal clear.”

throwing what was left of his card at him, the cut up jaggered pieces of plastic hitting him in the chest and cluttering lifelessly to the floor- a metaphor of what just happened to his heart- as you say your final piece before slamming the door and leaving grayson dolan to wallow in his own guilt and shame. knowing he just fucked up the best thing that ever happened, no amount of money in the world held the same value as the love you shared- used to share? he wasn’t sure anymore.

“have a nice life, dolan. i guess money really can’t buy you happiness huh? jerk.”

{part II}

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can u write something like ethan calling y/n clingy to grayson and then y/n hears and then gets distant??? pls i love ur writing

{thank you sweetness, sorry it took so long🥺}

“all im saying, bro, is that y/n, is overall clingy.”

“it’s annoying - s’just want my baby brother back.”

“she’s killing the vibes.”

you hear ethan rant to your boyfriend. as you round the corner to enter the kitchen, feeling slightly peckish. however you weren’t prepared to hear your name as the topic of conversation.

you still your movements, not meaning to ease drop on the twins obviously private conversation but ears perking up at the sound of your name. heart dropping to your stomach as you hear how you’re being described. not only by your boyfriends twin brother, but your boyfriend himself.

“i know, bro.” grayson sighs, dragging his hands down his face in frustration. feeling slightly torn between agreeing with brother and defending you.

“she doesn’t really have anyone eles, no friends or family in la- im all shes got.”

“i get that, but bro, shes a fucking leech.”

“yeah, i miss the times when she wasn’t around 24/7.”

you had heard enough. tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you make your way back to graysons bedroom. making a plan of action to avoid both him and ethan for the next however many hours.

you felt like a failure. having this been your first ever proper relationship, you weren’t sure how to act, you definitely didn’t think you were clingy. overly affectionate sure, but you just thrived in graysons company. he made you happy, so fulfilled and loved, did he not feel the same?

2 hours went by, you hadn’t seen or spoken to grayson since you overheard him. having had time to sit and reflect, you were more offended, hurt and angry that he didn’t defend you. that he didn’t put ethan in his place and explain to him the reason why you were constantly attached at his hip. how he wanted you there more than anything.

you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, not even needing to look up, to recognise who had just ruined your peace.

“hey, baby, wanna come grab some lunch with me, e and mando? we’re thinking monty’s - your favourite.”

grayson addressed you with the warmest smile, kneeling down on the bed as he awaited your reponse. his eyes were so full of love that for a spilt second, you forgot the reason why you were mad.

“hmm- not hungry.” your reply was blunt, making grayson frown his brows as he moved closer to you. pain reflecting on his features as he watches you drift further apart from him when he tried to reach out for you.

“you not feeling to well, angel?”

“just tried.” grayson nods his head in understanding, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gets up to leave. not before mentioning that he would bring you something back incase you were hungry later. he was always thinking of you.

that was the first instance, where grayson feels you distance yourself from him. not thinking to deeply into it, as you had mentioned you were ‘tired’, wanting to respect you and not push the matter further. however he got more and more worried as time passed.

when he invited you to accompany him in watching ethan longboard, always enjoying your presence as he drives behind, you declined. making up an excuse that you had a work call.

grayson then asked if you wanted to go see and movie, just you and him. no distractions, just in the sanctuary of each other - you declined. saying you werent in the mood to watch a film.

grayson was growing more and more frustrated at the cold shoulder you were giving him. also how you were completely ignoring ethan whenever he tried to make conversation. asking you to hang out or even trying to banta with you, tag teaming up on grayson like you normally would.

but the final straw - was when grayson got into bed that night. having gone 12 hours without you by his side, without you kissing him whenever he pleased, holding your hand, giggling together at his stupid dad jokes he says to impress you- he was experiencing withdraws and he didn’t understand why or how it started.

climbing into bed beside you, you’re facing away from him, scrolling through social media, not even acknowledging his existence. grayson is wrapping his arms around you, pulling into his chest and being the big spook like he is, every single night. it’s the only way you both can sleep.

his face dropping as you pull away, mumbling under your breath that it’s “too warm to cuddle”. it’s never to warm to cuddle for you and grayson, even in 90 degree heat, you are both wrapped up in each other’s arms.

he sits up instantly in a state of panic and confusion.

“ok- what the fuck is up with you, huh?” his tone is more abrupt and angry then he would have liked but he was missing you both physically and mentally. his brain running off away with thoughts of you, protentionally leaving him.

“im giving you space.” you shrug, not seeing what the big issue is as this is what both him AND ethan asked for. you were only doing as they wished.

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean, y/n!”

“IT MEANS YOU AND ETHAN.” you let all your hurt, anger and betrayal out. not liking his attitude with you as he was the one who causes this - not you. why was he so angry at you, when you were simply giving him what he wanted.

“what the f- oh.” grayson face drops for the second time that night. connecting all the dots as his mind went straight to the conversation he had early in the day. replying both his and ethans words, his heart sinking.

“y-you heard?”

“of course i fucking heard, dolan. yaknow you should really chose a better spot if your gonna bitch about your girlfriend. the kitchen isnt really working out for you.”

you knew you’re being petty, but he deserves to see how his words effected you.

“y/n, sweetheart, i-“ grayson is at a loss for words, if he knew you were there, listening in, he would have shut ethan down immediately. grayson loves having you around, he truly couldn’t spend even a second without you attached to his hip. really it should you calling him clingy, not the other way around.

“save it- im sleeping on the sofa, wouldnt want to leech on to you in your sleep- it could ruin the vibes.” putting air quotations around the word ‘vibes’, as you mimic ethans voice the best you can.

with that being your finals words, you up and leave. taking your pillows with you, slamming the bedroom door in the process as you leave grayson to sit there and wallow in his own guilt. man he really fucked up.

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“please don’t shout at me” | G.D

You pull back the covers, sinking into the soft matress with a sigh. Usually, this action is something you look forward to, but tonight thing’s are different.

Your boyfriend lays almost perfectly in the middle of the bed, on his back letting out small snores. You turn, laying on your side as close to the edge as you can get without falling off. His hand naturally reaches for you, resting on your waist for a few seconds before his subconscious remembers what happened a few hours earlier.

Grayson was angry. He didn’t understand what people wanted from him; anytime he was happy with what he was creating, people would find something new to negatively comment on. It was exhausting; he was fed up.

You tried to console him, not knowing what to say. You knew people would talk no matter what and so you’re advice (in short) was to ignore it. In your mind, if the twins were happy with what they were posting, that was that. But to Grayson, that was not that.

He said in that moment he realised how different you two are. That, deep down, he didn’t know if you could work because you’re not used to his life, not used to these comments. You told him you were trying, that you wanted to get used to it but it was a process that was going to take time. He told you he didn’t understand why it was taking so long for you to adjust.

It wasn’t what he was saying that made you upset exactly, but his volume. You hated people raising their voice at you and you always get emotional whenever it happened. You had expressed this to Grayson, as well as your fear that it would take a while for you to fully embrace his lifestyle, and he was completely supportive. He reassured you about both things. You didn’t understand what had changed.

You thought about going home, but Gray drove you over so you don’t have your car. You could’ve called an uber, but Ethan would’ve questioned why his brother wasn’t taking you and you didn’t want to have to explain the situation. So, here you are, trying to avoid your boyfriend whilst in the same bed.

You wanted an apology, but you were also questioning whether you were the one in the wrong. What could you of said for him to take the wrong way? You thought you explained yourself pretty well, but maybe you didn’t. Maybe it was your fault...

Grayson’s snores stop and his breathing releases from the natural rhythm of sleep. He turns and you know he’s watching you, but you stay still. If you pretend to sleep, he won’t talk to you.

“I know you’re awake.” His voice makes you flinch, not expecting it, and it breaks his heart. He thinks you’re scared of him.

“Baby, fuck, y/n please look at me.”

Slowly, you turn onto your back, still far away from him. You stare at the ceiling and he takes it as his que to keep talking.

“I was so caught up in the comments on the video. I completely forgot.” He sighs, sounding tired, “I didn’t know why you got upset, i thought you were just being dramatic. It hit me when i was driving”.

You stay put, not moving.

“Baby please say something. I’m sorry, i feel terrible.”

You turn to face him, “Do you really think we’re not going to work?”

“No”. He sighs again, “I was trying to protect you.”

“By yelling?” you ask, your voice quiet.

“By pushing you away. I thought i was warning you about what it’s really like being in the public eye, showing it’s hard and that you don’t have to deal with it if you don’t want to. Instead i just scared you.”

“I just wasn’t expecting it. You changed your whole mindset on the situation in like, an hour. I was confused”. You reply, feeling yourself tear up.

“Please don’t cry because of me.” His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you lean into his touch.

“I thought i did something wrong. I was only trying to help but i thought i said something really bad or did something to piss you off”.

“Fuck, come here”. He pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck whilst his go around your waist.

“You did nothing wrong, you hear me?” He tells you, “I overreacted. I was stressed and angry and i took it out on you and it’ll never happen again.”

He presses kisses into your hair, moving onto his back so you can lay on his chest.

“Go to sleep baby, i know you’re tired.”

You nod.

“If you want us to be good, we’re good, but if you want to talk more about it tomorrow then we can, okay?” he strokes your hair.

“Okay, thank you for apologising.”

“You don’t need to thank me, i should’ve done it hours ago.”

Your eyes flutter shut, sleep almost overtaking you when you hear him say one last thing,

“Is there anything else you want to get off your chest before you sleep?”

You sigh, “Just, please don’t shout at me again.”

As your breathing evens out and you finally get to rest, Grayson feels his heart crumble.

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Tangled

Grayson’s long hair is giving him problems so you decide to help him out…

▪️Grayson Dolan×(female)Reader

▪️Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff lot’s of fluff and swearing

▪️Word Count: 844

▪️Fandom: My dreams

▪️Note: This was requested by @loveisdeadlol, I’m sorry it too months honey but here it darling and I hope you enjoy it❤ ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST GRAYSON FIC I AM SO SCARED TO POST THIS PLEASE DON’T BE MEAN OKAY❤❤❤

Thank you, @freckled-lass , for beta reading this ❤

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“Ouch Y/N!”

Grayson pulls away from you, your hairbrush getting stuck in his hair that is the equivalent of a bird nest at the moment. You have been trying to comb through the tangled brown strands for the last hour, the detangling spray you bought almost empty and Grayson’s hair is still a mess. You sigh sitting back against the couch, Grayson sitting between your legs on the floor pulling out the brush with a hiss. Even with your advice, Grayson did not listen when you told him his regular hair routine will not work on his new long hair. Of course, he was stubborn and after a day of long boarding a helmet constantly being on his head combined with a sunset surf session led to this mess.

“Gray bubby we need to wash your hair, I’ll help you since brushing is just going to continue to hurt you.”

You gently kiss the top of his head, a groan erupting from his chest at the mere thought, instantly regretting that he grew out his hair once again.

“I really don’t want to, can’t we just try the brush again?”

“Gray no amount of brushing will fix this, come on I’ll wash it for you with my stuff.”

You try and coax him, your voice sweet as he falls back against the couch, his head resting between your thighs. Grayson shakes his head, closing his eyes, hoping you’ll forget it and let him just deal with it. Not wanting to look like a scarecrow, he knows he should listen to you.

“Love come on, we both need a shower.”

Steam fills the bathroom as you turn on the shower, both of your clothes already thrown in the laundry basket. You test the water with your hand, Grayson wrapping his arms around your waist, hiding his face in your neck and littering kisses on the soft skin. You giggle, stepping into the shower Grayson following you like a lost puppy not letting you go. The warm water hits both your bodies, you turn around in his arms, kissing his face and your heart fluttering at the sight of a goofy smile erupting on his face.

"God you are so cute!”

You chuckle, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him again and again, Grayson giggles as he pulls you closer. He never thought he would have this, somebody who loves him unconditionally and understands him even when he can get impossible shutting you out.

“Okay I’ll kiss you again later, let’s get this mob head fixed.”

Grayson turns around, bending down slightly allowing you to reach his hair. The bathroom grows silent as you gently start to wash his hair. Grayson closing his eyes as he falls into a blissful trance, the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, scratching his scalp every now and then, mumbling sweet compliments that make your cheeks heat up. Damn you love this man.

“Okay rinse off the shampoo and then conditioner.”

After a few more minutes of messaging the conditioner into Grayson’s hair, the knots are finally gone leaving his hair clean and hopefully more manageable. You try to move out of his grip to get your body wash, but he just wraps his arms around you tighter pulling you back.

“Gray what are you doing?”

“Just stay here for a while longer angel.”

He mumbles into your neck and you just can’t say no to him.

“Can I at least wash my face?”

“Y/N I’m trying to have a moment here.”

You smile at Grayson through the mirror, his robe barely tied as he sits on a chair in front of you. His eyes grow heavier and heavier as you blow dry the last of his hair and the day’s activities catch up with him. He doesn’t even realize you are tying his hair up, trying to keep it from becoming a mess again.

“And you’re done.”

Grayson jumps slightly when you kiss his cheek, too deep into his tired thoughts to notice that you were switching off the lights and getting ready to go to bed. His hoodie hanging loosely over your body is something that never failed to make him smile.

“Thank you love.”

Grayson grabs your hand, placing a delicate kiss to your knuckles.

“It was my pleasure, now let’s get to bed, it’s one in the morning and I don’t want Ethan waking us up.”

The moment you two get into bed, Grayson snuggles up into you, his head on your chest and arms wrapped protectively around you even though there isn’t a threat anywhere near you two. Your fingers trace random patterns on his bare back, his body relaxing underneath your touch as the two of you start to drift to sleep.

“You are so fucking perfect, I love you so much.”

Grayson mummers against your chest, you smile poking his side until he lifts his head up to look at you, even in the dark you can picture his goofy smile.

“I love you too Gray more than you’ll ever know.”

You kiss his lips once again before both of you lay back down, falling asleep almost immediately, wrapped in each other’s arms.

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