THIRST

.•* she\her - 19 - TPWK *•.

[rockstardolan2222]

So here's a lil concept if you will.. Gray gets jealous, hit and cliché right. So daddy remains somewhat calm all the way home but has a tight grip on your thigh while driving. Walking to go inside his grip transfers to your ass. The only word he says is 'bedroom' making your nervous rise. Walking in with him hot on your trail he begins to strip you before you have a chance to even yell at him for ripping your clothes. As he throws you on his bed he starts labeling off things that are his.......

(cont.)…… He starts kissing your neck down your collarbone as his grip tightens slightly around your neck as he says mine, then trails his kisses to the valley of your breast kneading and kissing them both as he squeezes them saying mine, inching downward down your stomach his hands slide around your waist towards your ass pulling you upward with a hard slap and tight squeezes he says mine in between kisses…….……. Finally stopping to hover above your drenched pussy his gives it a long kiss dragging his tongue down until he slides his fingers in saying Mine in a deep voice. As he finger fucks you so fucking good he makes you look at him as he asks “who do you belong to babygirl?”

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when i tell u that i just came–

[ri-ahhh]

I hate to be that person but like today’s been really shitty and embarrassing staining at work and I was just longing for some boyfriend gray (or e hehe but I know it’s easier for u to write gray!) just comforting you after an embarrassing period moment like that 🥺🙃 is that silly idk u really don’t have to hehe love you so much!

Ugh the strug👏gle👏 Shout out to anyone who has been through the horror of bleeding thru ur pants in public I think we all deserve a medal of bravery or something lol. Or an ott bf that looks like a Dolan twin to comfort us.

How’s your day going baby? Ily

The text from Grayson couldn’t have come at a better time for you mentally. You’re on the home stretch of when it’s time to get off work, and it can’t happen soon enough.

shitty tbh :/ urs?

Good. But imma shut up tell me what’s wrong

started my period at work, had to tell my boss and come home to change cuz I forgot to replace the extra set of work clothes in my car from when I stayed at your place last. then realized I only had like 2 tampons left so I’m gonna have to get those after work and I’m just ready to be home

im glad urs is going good tho

that sounded sarcastic. I really am glad ur having a good day haha sorry

Grayson sends you back a frowny face and four little dots, which is the little code the two of you use to indicate you’re busy and aren’t ignoring the other person mid conversation. You tuck your phone back in your purse under your desk and get back to the email you’re supposed to be typing up. Having to concentrate doesn’t help your mood any, head throbbing and your back aching both in the middle from your crappy office chair and in the lower part from Mother Nature.

Just as your phone buzzes by your foot, a cramp seizes your belly and radiates throughout your pelvis. You wince and bite your lip through a grunt, cursing the fact you were born female as you reach down to grab your phone. You cover your mouth to stifle your giggle and keep your boss a few offices over none the wiser when you read Grayson’s text.

What size pussy are u? ;)

You’re even more amazed when you open the message and a picture of a shelf full of tampax products fills your screen. How many boyfriends are out there buying tampons - the only brand of tampons you ever buy, at that - for their girlfriends unprompted and without coercion?

Grayson.. ur not real

I’m the realest bb. Now tell me which ones to buy cuz I’m starting to look like a weirdo

You chuckle and shake your head.

regular pls. the one w yellow on it. and a box of overnight pads. look on the box and it’ll say specifically.

Oh yeah u stopped wearing them tamps at night.

God, who is this man and where did he come from? How in the hell did he pick up on that of all things. Before you can respond, he hits you with a double text.

Sweet, gottem. What else?

You bite your lip and think. He’s already being so sweet and you don’t want to run him ragged all over town to get your period cravings. But then another cramp hits, this time one of those especially nasty ones that makes you feel like you got punched right in the vagina, and you think if you’re going through all of this to potentially carry and push out one of his babies one day, he can run a couple of errands for you.

if ur not too busy... watermelon sour patch, Trader Joe’s takis, milanos, and those frozen chipotle sweet potato fries. pls:)

Grayson hearts the message, and you sink back into your chair with a sigh. Just the thought of not having to trudge into Target or CVS after you leave the office is enough to alleviate some of your stress. You check the time and realize you only have an hour until you’re home in a bath, with no pants on, and your heating pad ready in bed with Grayson as well. An hour seems doable now.

You make your half hour commute home in a record 22 minutes, desperate to get out of your work clothes and into one of Gray’s oversized t-shirts. You saw the Porsche in your guest spot in your apartment garage, so you know he’s here when you kick the door shut behind you. “Gray?”

“In the bathroom!” His voice is muffled but comes distinctly from your room. You hang up your keys and toss your bag on the kitchen island, kicking off your heels lazily by the door before following the now audible sound of the bath running.

You stop dead when you turn into the bathroom, shocked to see your tub already halfway full, the tampons and pads you requested sitting neatly on the counter next to one of his faded Cub Sport shirts, and the distinct color and smell of the Lush intergalactic bath bomb (your favorite) wafting from the steaming water.

“Gray-son,” you whine, throwing your face into your hands as your throat swells up and tears prickle behind your eyes. You hear him chuckle before you feel his arms wrap tightly around you. He presses a lingering kiss to your hair as he strokes your lower back gently, his touch and the heat of his hand providing an instant modicum of relief to the dull ache there.

“What?” he says quietly. He moves in front of you and untucks your shirt, removing your hands from your face so he can drop a sweet little kiss to your nose as he unbuttons the top two of your blouse. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head and open your eyes to look at the pretty hazel of his own. “It’s perfect. I’m just a hormonal mess.”

He laughs again and kisses your lips softly this time. “If you want your fries, I’ll make them while you soak.”

You nod, and he leaves you with another kiss before shutting the door behind him to give you your privacy.

The bath is amazing, the sparkly blue water relaxing some of the tension in your body and alleviating some of your pain, and you’re almost sad to get out, but you’re starving and the cravings are real.

You re-enter your bedroom to find heaven on earth: Grayson, shirtless in your bed and scrolling through Netflix on your TV; a steaming plate of fries with a mountain of ketchup already squirted out for you; and each bag of goodies you requested already sitting on your nightstand, one of which catches you by surprise.

“Holy shit, they make this?” you ask incredulously, picking up the giant three-and-a-half pound bag of watermelon sour patch as you slip into bed with him.

This is the only time you ever allow yourself to eat in bed, and you don’t catch his reply as you instantly seize the plate of fries and dig in, moaning loudly as the taste graces your tongue. He selects The Office on Netflix while you chew. He really knows you too well.

While Grayson takes your half-empty plate back to the kitchen once you’re done, you help yourself to a couple of the Milano cookies until he returns. You offer him a smile, which he returns happily as he sinks back into bed with you.

“Feeling a little better, baby?”

You roll up the bag and nod, coaxing him to lie down with you as you turn onto your side. He settles close behind you as you situate your heating pad across your abdomen, and he puts his arm across it to keep it in place for you. Space heater that he is, he’s creating a similar effect against your aching back, and it’s the most comfort you could possibly feel while you bleed out of your vag.

He’s made you forget about the work fiasco completely, and you cuddle into his warmth. “Thanks again, Gray. Seriously, you’re unreal.”

He nuzzles into your hair and smiles against the back of your neck. “Anytime. I mean, once a month. But anytime.”

[vinylhazza]

hey baby i know you probably have a lot to do and concepts but i’m just so amazed at the way you write that i felt the need to ask you for this concept. I just want you to write and vividly describe a good fuck with gray and just having mind blowing orgasm idk i just think you would write some reallllyy hot things w this. ( also sorry if i had any errors english is not my first language hehe ok byee) love u morgan. i always appreciate all of ur work🤍🤍🤍 no pressure if u don’t wanna do this

pairing: grayson dolan x f!reader 

warnings: degradation, fingering, oral sex (female receiving ), PinV sex 

to have your back pressed against his front door, graysons knee rubbing you torturously between your legs, his hand wrapped securely around your throat, his lips assaulting yours with vicious fervor, his low moans music to your ears — it was your strange idea of heaven.

“bratty little bitch-“ he breathes into your mouth now, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth before his tongue is swirling with yours again “-always have something to say.”

his crude words send a shiver running down your spine, sparking up that side only he gets to see. sure you’d cause an unnecessary argument in a very crowded club where he couldn’t punish you like he’d wanted to right away, but to be called a bratty bitch? it was like christmas. you love when he gets mean with you.

you were just so needy for him and instead of coming home to show you some much needed attention after his latest business trip with ethan, he was dragging you to that stupid fucking club where you had to admire his new haircut and five o’clock shadow like you weren’t soaking your panties. you had clenched your thighs together all night, trying to relieve some of the pressure pulsing around your clit - but it was useless. you needed him. 

shaking your head you turn your face away with a smile, eyes shimmering, chest swelling with that same feeling of accomplishment, knowing how much he hates when you reject his kisses. “i’m not a brat.”

you’re so close to what you want. so close to that hard fucking you can’t stop thinking about. just at your fingertips, dangling like meat to a tiger. ferocious you did feel, ready to devour him after waiting so long. 

growling at your clear display of defiance, he grabs at your chin tight with his fingers to tug your lips back to his, mashing yours now with a frustrated grunt. tugging at your bottom lip yet again, you feel the slickness of his tongue teasing at the reddening skin - testing the waters. he knows you love the slow burn of his foreplay, the way he can electrify every touch against your skin, make your head cloudy with lust only for him. 

“you are and you love that you can make me this mad. love that i take you back home and split you in half with my dick because i can, because you deserve it, because you need me.” he mocks you with a grin, humming these words as his lips ghost over yours, his forehead pressed against you, his eyes staring right through you - black pits of desire.

“what makes you think you’re the only one that can fuck me right, huh gray? what about seth? i’m sure he’d love to have a go at this while you’re away-“ your sly comment is quickly stifled by graysons fingers being stuffed in your mouth, warm against your tongue.

you moan around his digits, sucking the best you can and slicking your tongue on the underside of them, batting your eyelashes innocently. he watches your pathetic attempt to please him with a sickeningly sweet smile of his own, his hips now rolling against yours. 

he jives his hips forward, front pressing to yours again and again, the friction pulling his own eyebrows down in an endearing pout you have the sudden urge to kiss away. 

you can feel how hard he’s grown through his pants and what it must be doing to him that you’re giving him this power over your body. he lives for this shit — the nights he can be as rough as he wants and knows you want it all. the material is much too tight now, increasingly obvious to him now that he’s got you home and your throat in his hand. he watches you eye his package with a hum of understanding.

“seth touches this pussy and you’re both dead, you understand?” his breath is hot on your ear, his hands greedy on your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. his words are possessive, his tone firm and unwavering. it leaves no room for argument. 

when you can’t find the strength to nod or even whimper at his words he’s grabbing at your throat again and slamming you gently back against the door, dark eyes trained on you. “do you understand me?”

when words fail you, tilting your chin up to seal your lips is answer enough, and you work your lips against his to show just how much you love hearing him so angry over the thought of another mans hands touching you. seth is a good friend, one that tries to flirt too much to no avail, but no one you would want especially with the way grayson is everything you’d ever need, want, desire and more. 

Grayson has seen too many times the way he friends take longing looks in your direction, staking a peak when they think he isn’t looking. he’s always looking, clearing his throat when he energy shift from innocent to something he’s not okay with. 

winding your hands into his fluffed up brown hair, you pull his face harder against yours, sighing against his lips, licking at the chapstick taste you’d left behind on his lips. strawberries and cream. on his trip he would think of the familiar taste and smile, he just wanted you close all the time even if it wasn’t realistic. you, you, and only you always. the thought of it has him sighing as well, sinking into your touch with his hands on either side of your face. 

“did you miss me, baby?” he smiles at your hands in his hair, feeling for the first time all night that he had you all to himself, not shared between your friends and the music. “i missed these lips, missed your perfume, missed your silly pajamas, fuck even missed your attitude.”

“mmm, missed you gray” nodding, your arms wrap around his neck in a hug, chest pressed flat against his, back arched to be as close as physically possible. 

your hips are moving against the leg between your thighs, the dull ache low in your tummy growing with the friction of his dress pants working against the material of your thong. you needed more, just something more, anything more.

knowing you need more than a rub through fabric, you feel his strong arms picking you up and wrapping your bare legs around his waist, your dress bunched up at your hips. feeling the heat of him radiating through your panties and to your center was maddening, a low purr settled at the back of your throat, obviously ready for him.

“this what you wanted?” grayson growls just then, fingers working at your zipper and yanking it down your back himself, ready to sink himself in you after far too long. against every nerve in his body, he decides he’s going to tease you just a bit more, get you as wet as he can, make you suffer for being the brat he loves to tame. 

“just wanted you,” your whiny voice is his favorite, pathetic and messy and raw. “wanted you all the time.”

instead of answering, he’s tossing you onto the bed with a huff, finally marching you both down the hallway where he can see all of you in the lamplight. he’s looking down on you from the end of the bed, tugging his shirt off of his shoulders and undoing his own zipper even though he knows you love to do it for him, smirking at the way your hungry eyes follow his agonizingly slow movements.

your doe eyes watch him happily and you could just bounce with joy at how easy it was for you to wrap him around your finger. 

you’re thoughts are quickly silenced when he speaks again, amber eyes stern. 

“show me what you did when i was away, i know you played with that little pussy. can’t control yourself even for a few days,” graysons grumbles to himself, eyes on you while he tosses away his pants, stroking himself languidly. he’s stripped completely now, sweaty even now from the reality of the situation. you’re here, willing, begging, ready. 

his hard eyes burn your skin, flames licking across your nerves until you find your own hands removing the unzipped dress from your body inch by inch to leave you in your matching bra and panty set - blush pink and exactly what he didn't need to see in order to stick to his plan of being patient.

grayson groans at the sight of you, angelic and blushing atop his sheets that haven’t been touched in two weeks. he wants to reach out and caress the skin of your stomach, soft and supple, rip your bra down and take one of your budding nipples in his mouth, suck a mark into your neck, but refrains for the sake of the tension building. he wants to see just how bad you want his hands on you, how bad you want him to touch you.

having him watch you was enough to making you obey his orders, submissively nodding up to him. 

slipping your thumbs under the band of your tiny little number, you slowly drag the fabric across the skin of your legs and around the high heels still strapped around your ankles.

embarrassed that you forgot them, you reach for the clasp hastily, trying fumble around with it until you hear his deep voice rumble from the end of the bed again- stopping you.

“leave them on.”

looking at him quizzically, you remove your hands slowly, instead moving around your back to unclip your bra to swing it onto the floor, now bare chested and breathless from him watching you.

the hungry look in his eyes gives you a boost of confidence, spreading yourself open and trailing your hand down your stomach to your bundle of nerves you rub gentle circles on - staring into his eyes and challenging him to come closer. you drag a finger through your slick, spreading it around until the sound of your fingers hits your ears and makes you blush. you were so wet, humiliatingly wet. 

“that all you do? rub yourself all soft and shit?” he smirks, still steadily stroking his own cock arrogantly. he has nothing to be ashamed of, he knows how badly you wanted him inside of you, and you weren’t getting anything until you gave him exactly what he wanted. 

tweaking an eyebrow at his mockery, you find your ring and middle finger inching inside of you now, finger fucking yourself in front of him with soft pants and whines. fire spreads in your belly, and you stoke the embers with every thrust of your own wrist. you fight to keep your eyes open, remembering the times he gave in from eye contact alone, and wondered - hoped - it would work in your favor this time. 

the squelching sound of your dripping cunt has grayson throwing his head back with an agonized groan, a rumble that has your wrist working faster, his own hand tugging in quick strokes. he dips another hand down to play with his balls,  closing his eyes and thinking if your manicured hands doing it instead, thrusting into his fist quicker yet. 

wanton moans tumble from your lips, already so close to the place that makes you see stars, but holding back at the promise of him fucking you to pieces. he hates to see you so clearly struggling, but loves to hear you beg too much to stop himself from the strain he’s putting you through. his pretty little girl, pistoning her fingers inside her own cunt just by the sight of him jerking his own cock - a whore just for him. 

“I want- I need-” you whine, fucking yourself faster but not enough to make the warm ball of pressure explode like you want so desperately. 

he can see the desperation in the way your eyebrows knit together, and the way your  other hand reaches around to toy with your clit, your eyes shutting despite your fight to keep them open, mouth agape. 

“you need what, honey? want me to make it all better, huh? you want daddy to make it better?” he mocks you still, speaking in hushed tones due to the own pleasure spreading throughout his body from his own movements around his cock. he tightens his fist, thumb rubbing at the pre-cum leaking from his slit. sucking in a sharp brush through his teeth, he shakes with sensitivity - mind racing with thoughts of your tight pussy and how It would feel to give in and sink inside you to the hilt. 

[mindofharry]

Love language G.D

a small blurb written about grayson and his love language <3

fluff! fluff! fluff!

Grayson and physical touch:

grayson constantly wants to be near you. he finds it hard to think or concentrate when you aren’t at least in the house. sometimes you’re all he thinks about while grayson pouts at home waiting for your arrival. he just can’t help how attached he is to you - mental and physically.

one big thing with grayson is cuddling. in the car, in the sitting room, in bed, weirdly enough in the pool. He usually likes to do it, in bed though. Grayson just loves laying down with you after along day - and you never complain when his body is pratically crushing yours. you kiss his forehead and let him rest. In the sitting room, usually you’re both watching a series or movie and the cuddling just comes natural. You guys just end up intertwined. when he’s drunk he’s so cuddly, he really doesn’t care who sees, he even more obsessed with you drunk - a big baby in fact.

holding hands is also a big one for him. again, sometimes it’s not something he’s aware he’s doing. It’s almost like a reflex of some sort. If he can’t hold your hand, say if you’re out for dinner, he just places his hand on your thigh and rubs his hand up and down it - it definitely works you up, but you love it. When you guys hold hands, he makes sure everyone’s sees it. he’s like a kid in disney, swinging your hands to a tune you can’t hear.

Grayson and quality time:

time together is a must.

you guys especially picked friday night as a sort of catch up night. You order a takeout, have a movie on in the background, talk about what’s been going this week etc. Grayson really loves seeing how passionate you are about your work, family and friends. He thinks that’s why he loves you so much - because you communicate and do it so well. if you want space, you communicate. if you want to spend more time together, you communicate. it’s a trait grayson wished he had sometimes. But he’s learning along the way.

late night drives are the best way to spend some quality time together. You both love your rest and sleep, but sometimes you just need to get out and go for a drive. Sometimes you even drive to a local beach and sit out on a blanket and listen to the waves. Those moments are something grayson never wants to forget.

Especially around this time of year, halloween shopping is some hardcore quality time for gray. picking out costumes, buying way too much candy - grayson wanting to put a baby in you so bad after seeing you with the trick or treaters. And after halloween is over, you watch a horror movie (which leaves me to go back to the cuddling because you both can’t handle horrors) and you proudly eat most of the halloween candy! you’re not ashamed.

Grayson and words of affirmation:

grayson loves hyping you up. He’s the ultimate hype master. always commenting on your posts, hyping you up while you’re getting changed. constantly wondering how you ended up with him.

“baby, how the fuck do you look like that?” he asked kissing the side of your head, his hands moving down your body to rest on your hips. you just shrugged smiling and blushing like a fool. He just always knew how to make you feel loved - always. he never missed. Grayson almost gets offended when you call yourself ugly, he genuinely does. because you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met. But he does love telling you at least five times a day.

He especially loves it when you praise him too. it really keeps him going. And you really know when’s he’s in some sort of rut and just needs a few words of encouragement, like if he was editing. “looks great honey” or “fuck! that looks so coo”

or if he’s not feeling himself one day, you take it upon yourself to hype him because again, he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen! and you honestly don’t mind telling him that every single day.

it could just be a simple “look so good today!”

and it would just make his day completely, the smile wouldn’t wipe of his face even if he tried.

Grayson and acts of service:

Grayson likes to do things for you. Which you hate sometimes. When you move into together you split the chores and jobs you have to do in half and then swap around - it’s only fair. But if grayson had his own way, you wouldn’t be lifting a finger.

he does the dishes and you dry. but sometimes he just drys them anyways, which gets him an annoyed partner but a lot of brownie points. or when he strips the bed without any help, and nearly tore a muscle in his leg - he just likes to do things for you, it’s the way he communicates his love and you get that.

when’s it’s time to clean the toilet and shower, he doesn’t even let you near the cleaning supplies he’s already on it. He literally insisted he’d do it. You were never letting this man go, he willingly cleaned the bathroom.

dinner is on you, grayson loves it when you make food. because it’s the most devine food ever. He’s not even milking it, it’s honestly so good.

these acts of service make gray feel wanted and loved. domestic even, something he’s wanted to feel for a long time.

and he finally got that with you <3

[mindofharry]

jealous gray concept ?

OK HERE WE GO!! doing this as a headcannon :)

you’re absolutely obsessed with harry styles. like obsessed. and of course grayson likes him too, but he does get a little jealous when you mention him. “harry looks so good” of “have you seen harrys recent picture?” gray just sits there pouting with a “i look good too” kind of face.

when you guys are out, you get a few stares from people. sometimes grayson forgets that he rather popular and just assumes everyone is looking at his girl 😭😭 he usually just tightens his grip on your waist or pecks your lips.

before kristina got here, you and ethan bonded over stranger things. it was a show you guys both liked and started around the same time. so when gray went on his hikes you and ethan would catch up on some episodes. grayson will fully admit that he was jealous of that. but you fix that with a little kiss and a “can i sit on your lap?”

usually when he gets jealous you guys can sort it out. and it’s not a toxic jealous, it makes you giggle most of the time. sometimes you think he’s literally hissing at people ??

when you guys went food shopping some guy obviously didn’t see grayson beside you and talked to you as if you were HIS girl. that made grayson SO JEALOUS AND ANGRY. he was like “i’m right here??” god. you had never seen grayson so jealous before. it was honestly the hottest thing ever.

“hey baby.” grayson smiled putting his lips on yours, making sure the man hitting on you could see all the tongue action going on. the hey baby, would’ve sufficed but grayson dolan just had to take to the next level.

[mindofharry]

in which you and grayson find yourself in the most absurd situation.

set in the 1800s, based on bridgerton.

a little bit of everything!! enjoy - feedback welcome as always! <3

“so, let me get this right, your grace”

“it’s grayson” he interrupted clearing his throat as you both promenaded along the river, your mama and his aunt following behind.

“you want us to pretend to court? may i speak freely, grayson” you asked looking up, grayson rolled his and nodded, loaning you were going to speak to him whatever way you wanted with or without his permission.

“we have nothing in common. and i do not like your manners and the way you treat me and others around you” you rambled looking around at the people, also promenading and looking for potiental suitors.

You also noticed how the men were gazing at you in a way you’ve never seen before. Like you were a prize, the feeling didn’t feel good, it felt as if you were some trophy.

But you guessed that is all what women are to certain men, a trophy they can win and put up high in their house. sometimes you didn’t feel opposed to being someone’s trophy, but with the duke beside you, that feeling never came. All that came was disgust and wanting to cover up your body even more than your mother already made you.

“do forgive me if i’m wrong, but have you the way the suitors have been looking at you, and all we’ve done is look at eachother and smile a few times” grayson said, moving his hand over towards the group of men to prove his point.

“you’re a duke, grayson. I’m not yet prepared enough for that” you say and he nodded, obviously agreeing.

“that’s why courting exists, and i’ve seen how impatient your mama is. It might get her off your back for a little bit. You have a little more time to properly talk with the pointer suitors.” grayson argued, stopping infront of you.

“so this is a rouse then?” you asked placing your un opened umbrella infront of you, leaning your hands on it. Grayson nodded and stepped a little closer, your breathe hitched as you felt his breathe close to your face. “an agreement if you will. you get more time, i don’t have any mama’s trying to wed their daughters to me. It’s a win win.” he said trying to convince you.

“it’s not like we’ll actually get married. tell your mama you’re leaving your options open, or tell her you’re madly in love with me” he teased earning a slap on the arm from you and wide grin. he looked around and smirked.

“so are we in agreement?”

“i think we are”

/

Soon enough people started noticing you and grayson together — more people meaning more potential suitors for you. your drawing room was filled with men and your papa was not one bit happy about it, and suprisingly neither was your mama.

They had both taken a liking to grayson.

You weren’t sure if it was his charm or because of his title, but nevertheless they were set on you and him courting for more than a week. you even overheard your mother talking to the head maid about a wedding sometime in the spring.

A wedding in the spring sounded superb.

A wedding with grayson in the spring sounded traumatic.

“Grayson” you asked both of you sat beside each other, eating a rather delicious piece of cake. Grayson even bought the most expensive one, just for the both of you. That rather impressed you, you admit.

“Y/N” he mocked leaning back in the seat.

“I’d like to know you a little better. I mean, i know your name, your title and that you have a twin brother. That is all, your grace”

“just how i like it to be” grayson replied. Grayson was rather young when he became the duke, his brother didn’t want this life (grayson had to be the bigger person). The stress of being a duke, has made him sour and cold, and not up for anything to do with marriage. If he was ever to marry he’s sure it would be the most awful thing to come to his short life. He doesn’t understand what the fuss is all about, if you love someone, why do you have to go through all of the dramatics, surely just saying it enough?

Grayson didn’t understand the fascination and he’s not sure he ever will.

“Well, what’s your favourite colour?” you asked earning, a loud laugh. you smiled at the sound, it was nice to see him smiling for once. You knew he had it rough, so you could take the coldness and moodiness if this it was came out at some points of the time you guys are ‘courting’.

“It’s green. like forest green. It’s a dark but rather happy green”

“just like you, grayson” you added, grayson raised any brow making you blush “i just met, that you seem rather broody and dark but once you actually sit down and talk you’re a very warm man” you rambled. God, you were just trying to make some sort of conversation and your witty comebacks were not helping you.

“Let’s get you back home, shall we?”

you frowned standing up, you saw the governorness walking slowly behind you both. even though you were very much out in the open, you still had to be chaperoned, a part you hated very much.

“forgive me, your grace. I didn’t mean to be so rude” you say touching his hand ever so lightly. Grayson cleared his throat shaking his head “never mind that. shall we finish the game of 20 questions?” he teased, easing the butterflies in your stomach.

“my brother is called ethan. Smart man. Married last spring. I still don’t understand how i’m the duke, the man is quite smart and orderly. And a sister Cameron, who moved to the country with her family some years back” he said you nodding and listening very carefully.

“I think you’re quite smart, grayson.” you smiled, you reached home a lot quicker than expected. And for some reason, you wished he would ask you out again.

“Hmm. Have a good evening, y/n”

And with that the duke left, only you and your governorness. “i think he’d make a great husband” your governorness, anna, whispered.

“yeah. i do too”

/

You were in the drawing room playing piano when the duke was announced.

“Lady Y/L/N, The duke of jersey”

you turned around to see the duke, your parents bowing and praising every move grayson took. you stood from the piano and met grayson halfway.

you smiled and bowed “your grace” you teased earning a laugh. you looked behind grayson and saw the smiles on your parents face and the nod the both gave you before sitting back down.

“i came here to formally invite you and your family to the ball i’m hosting.” he said his hands becoming weirdly sweaty and his heart beating rapidly awaiting your answer.

you looked magnificent today, you hair was up in braids and your dress was simple but beautiful. The necklace that adorned on your neck was something he wished he bought you himself, it looked rather beautiful on you. Grayson had to remind himself numerous times during the two weeks you have been courting that it’s not real, that this will end soon and you will both go seperate ways. But a part of him wants to just pretend it’s real, he wants you to look at him the way you do without any agreement or rouse.

but of course, that would never happen.

you were both too different, he was a duke for christ sake. It just wouldn’t work out. So he pushed those feelings deep, deep down. And hopefully they’d never reappear, like they are doing right now.

“oh, of course! i’d never say no to a ball!” you squealed, your mother cleared her throat to remind you of your manners.

“forgive me. It would be an honour”

“I was thinking i could buy you a dress? Go to the tailors, pick out anything and i’ll get it for you” he said, grayson insisted on spoiling you. Buying you flowers and now dresses, your mother thought it was sweet, you did too. But it was very unnecessary, you didn’t want him wasting his savings on you.

“Oh! my grace, i couldn’t ask that of you”

“i’m buying and that’s it” he smiled bringing your hand up to his lips, making your breathe hitch and your heart speed up.

“see you there, y/n”

/

The next couple of days were spent preparing for the ball and of course accompanying you in picking a gown. He never actually knew how much went into making and choosing a gown, he’d never speak bad about shopping how, he was exhausted.

“i like you better, grayson” you say browsing the fabrics. Grayson snorted causing some of the people around him to stare.

“and why is that?” he asked leaning against the wall as you picked out a few fabrics. It was honestly quite relaxing seeing you in your element. It made him happy to see you happy.

“you’re more open. you smile” you grinned looking over at him “and i must say you’re manners are magnificent, your grace” she giggled making grayson shake his head. “you’re strange” he mumbled, his heart doing that weird thing again, and this time he doesn’t push those feelings away, he lets them stay. And it feels pretty good.

“how many dances should we have tonight? i think two should suffice” you mumble looking up at your ‘suitor’. You wished it was real, there, you had admitted. you wanted to know what his lips felts like and his felt like without gloves. you wondered what he was like early in the morning and late in the evening. what he had on sundays and did he ever eat too much he was sick? all these questions would be answered if you just admitted your feelings, but no, you knew grayson did not want to marry.

And sadly, you don’t think you’d be an exception.

“Not too worry, my lady. I’ll take these from you. My grace” the lady bowed taking the fabrics from y/n.

“i shall have this complete in no time, i have your measurements and such, so i only need you to try it on again”

You had already tried on the main part of the dress, but you wanted some sparkly fabric to add to it and maybe a bow. It was just last minute (anxiety induced) details, you wanted to add before the ball.

“thank you so much. we’ll be back in an hour”

“i don’t know how you do it” grayson said as you put your arm around his. “well, i like to shop, i like design” you smile “it’s quite fun actually.”

grayson thinks it’s quite fun too.

“I can feel the glare of your governess. how about some miniatures?” grayson asked getting a smile out of you. you nodded “that sounds lovely, grayson”.

/

The ball looks so amazing, it’s not like anything you’ve ever been to before.

There’s chandeliers and lights everywhere and the paintings are the most magnificent things you’ve ever seen, why had grayson been hiding such an extraordinary home from you? You could love in this room, ignoring the massive castle the duke resided in. This room was something you could only wished you could pull off when you finally marry.

Maybe, one day, you sighed.

“why the long face, ms Y/L/N?” a voice called out, making you turn around with a grin.

grayson looked just as beautiful as the lights and paintings, dare you say handsome. Something about the way his hair feel and his skin glimmered did something to you.

Grayson could say the same about you — god, your smile and the way your eyes lit up just for him was nearly enough for him to propose on the spot. Your hair was done up, but grayson just wanted to run his hands through it and head you sigh in complete relaxation.

“No frown. The ball is so beautiful, your grace” you say bowing causing grayson to laugh.

“Come with me, i have something you might like”

The duke dragged you out of the room ignoring the looks of mamas and debutants. He pulled you into what you could only describe as some sort of exhibit. Paintings adorned all over the walls and a fire place right in the middle of the wall. This had to be your favourite room thus far — excluding where the ball is taking place. The paintings were absolutely extraordinary and somehow even with a handsome duke beside you, you couldn’t take your eyes from them.

“My mother painted most of these — i think all, forgive me if i’m incorrect” grayson started moving to a beautiful painting off the sky. “She used to go to this cottage every summer, she brought me down last year when i became the duke. I painted with her and we talked. She’s extraordinary at art a shame my father never let her sell any or earn any money” he said with a shaky breathe. “She died this fall, along with my father. So these are the only things i have as a reminder of her, or of them. My sister took all of their belongings for safe keeping. Ethan does not care too much. I wish i was trusted more” grayson admitted, basically knocking the wind out of you.

You knew his parents had died, but you never knew how much hurt he still felt. Of course, thinking back that was such a stupid thought. His parents had died one after the other, leaving such a young duke behind.

“Your mother is very extraordinary indeed. Just like you” you say getting a smile out of the duke. “i must say the clouds and the river one must be my favourite.” you say easing the tension.

grayson nodded in agreement.

You turn to the duke, only now realising how close you actually were. “i trust you. a lot more than i should, my grace.” you whispered looking up at him, a flush appearing in your cheeks.

“i wish i had gotten to know you sooner” he admitted making your breathe hitch. “i wish i never came up with this agreement. i wish i just asked you to marry me then and there. Because you are the smartest, most beautiful woman i have ever had to privilege of meeting”

your eyes filled up with tears, as grayson held your hand. He started to pull down the sleeve of your glove, you eyes widening but there was no objecting. You felt your glove fall down the ground and the duke big, soft hand take its place.

“We will be married”

“And you will be my dutchess”

[scssorsweetheart]

Grayson Dolan x reader smut

Grayson Dolan will sit with you between his legs while you’re watching a movie. Only he’s barely watching because his mind is completely full of you. He’s thinking about the time he bent you over the kitchen sink and fucked you raw. Or the time he teased you with a vibrator all day and then finally let you cum on his tongue. Now, he’s gripping your thighs, rubbing your inner thighs and rutting himself against you. He’s so hard with the thought of getting between your legs and grinding his cock into you, and cumming inside of you.

“Miss you,” Grayson whispers, kissing up and down your neck and chuckling when you close your eyes and move your head to the side to give him access. “M’right here,” you sigh and rub your hands over his large thighs. “Yeah?” he asks coyly, sucking marks into your neck and behind your ear and in places that make you shudder. “Gonna let me love on you?” He husks in your ear, letting his fingers trail lightly to your pjama shorts in a way that makes you shudder.

Then, he rubs you through the shorts, making a wet spot in the flimsy material because you decided to forgo panties. “So wet for me bub,” he smiles into your neck, dipping his fingers between your pussy lips and circling your wet hole. “Pretty baby,” he kisses you cheek as he dips his fingers into you, and starts to fuck you with them slowly.

“God, dolly.” Grayson groans when you start to whimper and buck up into his hand. “That’s so good, Gray,” you whine gripping his wrist to keep his hand pumping into you. “Please don’t stop,” you huff, leaning you head back on his shoulder and turning your head to kiss his neck. “Uh huh,” Gray answers, rolling his wrist and letting his palm rub against your clit.

He continues his ministrations, and the tips of his fingers are bumping your gspot continually “gonna cum, please Gray,” you whine, your legs going lax as he fucks harder into you. “Cum for me pretty baby,” And you do, you clench and whimper loudly and shudder, more wetness coating his fingers as you grind harder into him.

“Fuck,” you huff, collapsing into him for a moment before he’s manoeuvring himself above you. He slots his soft, chapped mouth against yours, and let’s his tongue taste yours. “Please.” You whisper, feeling your cunt throb for him again, and push his shorts just past his ass and moan when his cock springs free. “I love you,” Grayson whispers, already feeling the coil deep in his belly forming for you. “I love you,” you smile kissing his mouth as he pushes your shorts to the side and slides home. You both groan at the feelings and continue to moan out for each other as he pumps his cock slow and deep into you.

You start to roll your hips to prompt him to go faster so he does. He ducks into you quickly, chasing both your highs. “Gray,” you whine as you bring your knees close to your chest and arch your back at the sensation of his cock hitting the most sensitive part of you again. You grip his shoulders and can only whimper as he gets on his knees for more leverage. “Gonna cum,” he groans his voice strained as he bucks into you. “Cum with me,” you whine and grip his cheeks so you can find his eyes. “Baby,” Grayson groans and whimpers fucking into you until you’re both cumming, and he fills you up with his cum, severely hoping that it will catch this time.

[strangerquinns]

could you write about being in a long distance relationship with gray and seeing each other in person?💙

grayson dolan x reader

""How are things going in Jersey?" You asked as you stared down towards the screen of your phone. Grayson's face filled the screen as he sat lounging in his bed, mimicking you as you did the same.

The two of you sat in your own rooms hundreds and thousands of miles apart from one another. It was something that the two of you were used to even though he'd moved from LA back to his hometown in Jersey.

The two of you met through friends. You'd come to LA to visit with a few of your girlfriends. One night all of you had gone out and over the twin's place for a get-together. The moment you saw him it was like everyone else didn't matter. The two of you clicked almost immediately and hadn't left the other side the entire night. It was almost scary how much you trusted him and fell for him. It hurt when after a few weeks in the sunny state you had to go back home.

You remembered the tightening in your chest as you walked away from him in LAX airport. But that didn't stop the two of you from being committed to one another. For nearly two years the two of you have dated from long distances. Even though it was hard at times when you missed him so deeply - it didn't change your mind about how you felt about him. Grayson Dolan was your everything, no matter where the two of you were in the world.

"Good, amazing. Feels so much better to be home." Grayson sighed softly, moving his hand up to run through his long hair. You noticed how it seemed to be a little curlier than usual. "Everything is falling into place with the new house."

"Where's Ethan?" You asked, noticing the silence. Usually, when the two of you were on the phone together Ethan popped in a few times. Ethan had become like a brother to you, so it didn't bother you when his face would pop on screen.

"Australia. He went to go and see Kris." Grayson answered and sighed heavily, "Speaking of seeing one...when are you coming out?"

You couldn't stop the wide smile that came over your face as you looked at him. This was the whole point of you calling him sort of late, but naturally, the two of you got distracted with catching up.

It has been nearly seven months since you'd last seen him. Touched him. Kissed him.

"Well, I got some good news today," You paused "I got approval from work for my vacation time...meaning I have four weeks off coming up."

Grayson's eyes widened as he looked at you, "Don't fuck with me..."

"I'm not. I have all of December off, the office is going to be slowing around then so my boss told me to enjoy the holidays a little early. I don't have to be back till after the New Year."

"I get Christmas with you!" Grayson's voice boomed through the speaker of your phone. You nodded your head as a soft giggle passed through your lips. "Four weeks with my baby?"

"Four weeks and a few more days, yeah."

Grayson let out a big scream of happiness as he nearly jumped off the bed. Soon his face was gone and you were watching him jump around, the happiness and excitement of seeing you coming over him. He couldn't contain it.

"My baby is coming to see me! Holy fuck!" He screamed.

Soon the sound of a door opening was heard, and soon Lisa's soft voice could be heard. You couldn't hear exactly what she was saying, but you knew it was her.

"Sorry, ma," Grayson spoke the wide smile still on his face. "Y/N is coming to see me. Four weeks."

"I'm happy to hear it, can't wait to have her. But just keep your voice down."

Grayson moved back to the phone and grabbed it, his face filling the screen once more. "I can't wait to see you. I hope you're ready to me never leaving your side."

"I don't want you to. I'm gonna stick to you like a koala bear."

[graysonsbailey]

[babyboy-cody]

he looks so judgy 😭

[bubsdolan-deactivated20250325]

ok imagine grayson giving this look to a guy who had the AUDACITY to make eyes at his girl. when he’s standing right there, with his hand in your back pocket of your jeans and a firm grip on your arse, marking his territory.

clearly your intimidating, well built and evidently very jealous and angry boyfriend was invisible to the man with a death wish who kept winking at you. growing even more brave when he made the wrong decision to walk over to you and ask for your snapchat.

snapchat. not even your number, his intentions were very clear and grayson was having none of it. it made him scoff and pull you closer to his body being your shield. his chest puffing out as the look on his face spoke a thousand unkind words.

“s’don’t think so buddy, this ones mine.”

kissing his teeth, the man made no attempt to fight grayson, knowing very well he wouldn’t win, and making some fly away comment that ‘his chick wasn’t worth it’.

grayson later took you home and showed you exactly how much you’re worth and who you belonged to.

“mine. don’t you forgot it, sweetheart.”

[vinylhazza]

I couldn’t stop thinking about it so here is a One Couch Concept for you 🤍🛋

When The Night Rolls In

A is short and B is tall, so B sleeps with their back to the sofa and hugs A to keep them from falling to the floor. (it’s a really small sofa) 

not only had the falling leaves started to change the burnt colors of autumn, but the knowledge that halloween is creeping closer was starting to set in.

y/n knew it was graysons favorite time of year—he nearly screamed when he spotted the halloween section in the grocery store. he’d piled bags of candy into his arms so mountainous she’d had to stop at least five times to pick up a bag or two, frustrated that he hadn’t grabbed a basket on the way in. his wide smile softened her heart, however.

he’d even already climbed up to the storage area where he keeps his insane amount of decorations, pulling each piece out with admiration and excitement. dread was eating away at her stomach at the mere thought of putting the decorations away at the end of the month, pouting to herself and knowing he will be heartbroken again. she wasn’t ready for a pouty grayson.

“it’s quite actually the superior holiday,” he’d said in the midst of the madness, boxes scattering the floor around her, “what other holiday can you be completely insane on purpose? also, tiny ghosts statues.”

she’d broken the statue he’d tossed down to her, which in turn got her many glares throughout the day, in which the house transformed into a halloween wonderland. halloween for grayson was her christmas after all. while she had snowmen and nutcrackers, he had stackable pumpkins and tiny ghosts statues. he accepted and participated in her christmas madness, the least she could do was entertain his halloween obsession for him.

it was the time that made him most happy and giddy like a child waiting for santa. he was waiting on ghouls and goblins instead, the movies that made her jump and sink back into his chest, the buckets of candy, the outlandish costumes he always seems to create, the haunted houses, and the pumpkins - dear God the infamous dolan carving party.

it was truly a production to say the least. every year (at least for the past three years they’d been dating) the twins would cover every table and every chair with a table cloth or two along with a spread of carvings tools, stencil, sharpies, candles, and dozens of pumpkins.

friends and family knew what to expect when they walked in the door. they were to expect jump scares, fake cobwebs and spiders, halloween treats (cookies, candy, cider, covered pretzels, etc.), graysons massive goggles in honor of the end of night pumpkin fight, a costume he’d been working on all year, and a ticket stand to vote on the movie of choice for the evening.

it made him happy, so it made her happy too.

her favorite part was the movies. her father was a horror movie buff himself, so she had a particular soft spot for the films. from the beginning to the end of the month a fort would be formed in the living room for movie nights. the was a schedule hanging on the entertainment center of what movie was dedicated to each night.

It was the 3rd, Hocus Pocus night, one of Y/n’s favorites. halloween never felt the same without it, and they even had repeat nights because how could you not?

Grayson had his back to the loveseat, talking every now and then about his plans for the carving party and the giant custom skeleton hand he’s making for in front of the house.

 It’s nice to feel the rumble of his chest against her back, listening to him talk excitedly of the props he’s going to get and how many people he thinks will show up. It’s usually double in size each year. Once word get’s out about the massive projector outside, the popcorn bar, the homemade haunted maze, everyone is wanting an invite. 

y/n watches Max light the black flame candle, snuggling back against Grayson’s sweater and pulling the blanket up beneath her chin. she knows what happens next, smiling when they run through the sprinklers, book in hand. 

Watching this movie with him is always the best part of the month, simply for the commentary and his love for the Billy Butcherson, the sweetest zombie she’d ever seen. he was always her favorite as a kid. It was just another thing she and grayson has in common.

after a long day of decorating, she’s beat from it all. she knows Grayson won’t mind if she dozes off for a few minutes, and finds her eyelids drooping with each passing minute. she wants to see the end even if she’d seen it a thousand times before, but knows realistically she might not making it if Grayson keeps playing with her hair the way he always does. 

Graysons grip around her waist tightens as her body begins to grow limp with sleep overtaking her. he holds her up against him, his chin atop her head, pressing a kiss against her hair. 

“you’re really doing Billy dirty right now,” he teases, securing the blanket over her shoulders and closing his own eyes for a few seconds, long enough to appreciate the feeling of her leaning against him, the scent of the pumpkin spice candle burning on the coffee table, and the cool wind blowing through the open windows. 

she doesn’t respond, off somewhere in dreamland where there are no zombies or witches or candles with black flames. she’s dreaming of nights that feel like this, lazy, comfortable and quiet with the love of her life. 

she doesn’t wake when the movie ends, even with the sound of the ending credits and Graysons snoring. he’d finally fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around her, the candle blown out (he’d had a tough time blowing that out with her deadweight against him). 

maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing, sleeping upright with a girl you love more than anything - even halloween. the pumpkins stacked and crowding the back wall, the Michael Myers cardboard cutout staring through the living room dimly lit by the tv, the feeling of Y/n breathing steadily against him. it could lull anyone to sleep. 

when he wakes he keeps her still, laughing at her messy hair and smoothing it with his hand, leaning down to kiss her cheek and watch her for a while. he’s overwhelmed sometimes, that she exists and she puts up with his ridiculous obsessions in the graceful way that she does. he loves her for it. 

he loves that she seems to be the only one on the face of the earth that likes candy corn as much as he does, that she has a favorite halloween blanket covered in tiny frankensteins, and that she always attempts to beat him in the pumpkin carving contest. her trophy is a kiss, a gentle peck that gives him butterflies without fail. he’s seen the pictures, all that she’d snapped herself, framed in the bedroom. they look happy, glowing actually. 

he’s chilled by the morning air, but warm inside at the sight of the movie playing for the surely fourth or fifth time since they’d fallen asleep, and the smile she gives him when her eyes finally open. 

sure, they are both sore from sleeping sitting up on the hardwood floor, stomach’s begging for real food (not the orange icing covered sugar cookies she’d baked before the movie, Grayson being the dedicated sprinkle man which he took entirely too seriously. 

there are a few things they know after a night of blissfully uncomfortable sleep. they know they need to get up. grayson knows he’d never been so in love with someone in his whole life. y/n knows she would spend a thousand nights falling asleep against him on the floor. they both know that they love their simple little life filled with extravagant holidays with too many decorations, an abundance of stolen kisses, and movie marathons that mean more to the both of them than they could ever explain. 

[strangerquinns]

hi ever! can u write something about grayson giving you the silent treatment all day and at night u decided to sleep in the guest room but he came find u!

Grayson Dolan x Reader

The day started normally like it always does. You woke up, showered, got dressed, then made breakfast. You chatted with Ethan as you made breakfast as Grayson came in from his morning workout. Everything was normal. But for some reason something that you had done along the way of the day caused Grayson to be mad at you. Because since he came out from his shower - he'd been giving you the cold shoulder and silent treatment.

Sometimes tried to see what it was. Maybe you'd left a mess in the bathroom after your shower? But normally with stuff like that he'd tell you. Or maybe he made plans for the two of you, but never got to say cause you went off on your own? No, that couldn't be it.

And each time you tried to talk to him, touch him, or even be near him it seemed to annoy him more. Grayson's scowl became deeper and the silence more suffocate. So towards the end of the day, you kept your distance and hung out with Ethan most of the day. Ethan could tell that his brother was in a mood, but knew that he would need space. Because when Grayson got into a mood - he had to bring himself out of it.

But when Grayson got into his moods he never pushed you away. If anything he pulled you closer cause you brought some happiness to him.

"You always make me better, angel," Grayson spoke one day as the two of you laid in bed together. "Any time the pressure of stuff starts to become too much, I just need you with me."

It seemed like this wasn't one of those times that he needed you.

After a few movies with Ethan, the need for sleep started to become too much. Grayson has gone to the bedroom about an hour ago, so you stood outside the door debating on if you even wanted to go inside. Your mind battled back and forth for a while but settled on sleeping in the guest room.

A heavy sadness weighed on your shoulders as you walked into the guest room at the end of the hallway, getting in and under the cool, white sheets. The house fell silent as you rest in the unfamiliar bed. But a couple of rooms down Grayson laid in bed waiting for you. He knew that he'd let his mood get to him again. Grayson could see the frown on your face any time you came near him. And as much as he wanted to pull you closer, his mind wasn't letting him.

His eyes darted towards the time on his phone once again. Grayson was confused cause it was nearly an hour past the time you two usually went to bed but you hadn't come back. He heard you earlier in the living room with Ethan, but he'd heard his brother go into his bedroom.

After another thirty minutes, Grayson pushed back the comforter lying on top of him and walked through the house. He checked the living room. The kitchen. The lounge room and even the backyard. He couldn't find you. He looked out the front and saw that your car was still in the driveway.

"Where are they?" He whispered to himself, before turning back towards the bedrooms.

But just as Grayson moved to go back into your room, his eyes darted towards the end of the hall. He hadn't checked the guest bedroom. Slowly he walked towards the room and opened the door, peeking inside. Grayson sighed deeply with relief when he saw you bundled in the guest bed.

A deep frown formed on his face as he saw your sleeping form moving towards you quickly. He made sure not to move the bed too much, not wanting to wake up. But it was like the moment that Grayson was close enough, your body knew that he was near. Also, you weren't in a deep sleep since you were sleeping somewhere unfamiliar.

"Grayson?" You whispered with sleepiness in your voice, your eyes barely opening as you looked up towards him.

His frown deepened more, "Fuck, I tried not to wake you."

"Wasn't asleep," You shrugged your shoulder slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"You didn't come back to bed."

You sighed softly, "Well...after today I didn't think that you wanted me near you."

Grayson internally cringed and felt a shame come over him. "I'm sorry, I...fuck, I shouldn't have done that. Of course, I want you with me."

"Did I do something wrong?"

Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout as you looked up towards him. His shame pressed down on him a little more.

"God no. You did nothing wrong," Grayson moved to lay beside you and wrapped his arm around you. "I was just in a mood and lost in my mind. I never intended for it to come off that I was mad at you."

Grayson's hand caressed your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You relaxed under his touch and leaned into him more. The heaviness of the worry you were feeling lifting off of you.

"Come back to bed with me, can't sleep without my baby beside me."

You pulled back slightly to look up towards him, "Ok, let's go back to our bed."

The two of you headed back into your bedroom and got into bed beside one another, Grayson wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. You slept soundly feeling safe within his arms for the first time in the entire day.

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Imagine [G.D]

A party was not something you would usually see Y/N at but with much convincing from Grayson, she decided to follow along. It was a party thrown by the Dolan twins which was rare since they went private and off the internet.  

Music and chatter blast through the house as Y/N stood by the kitchen counter refilling her red cup with some soda “Having fun?” Max asked with a smile as he sipped on his drink. 

“Erm…Yeah, I guess? Parties and huge crowds aren’t really my thing” You answered setting down the bottle of soda. 

“I can tell, you’ve been hanging around the drink table for awhile” Max chuckled and glanced around “Where’s Grayson?”.

“I’m not sure, his probably socializing and being a good host” you smiled softly, a little annoyed that Grayson didn’t stay by your side but you understood the role of a good host. 

“So….4 dates? what’s the status now?” Max asked trying to start a conversation as you glanced behind him to see Grayson standing in-between two girls in extremely tight dress, it looked like if they moved, it would just explode off their bodies.

“Erm…” you focused on the scene behind Max as the blonde rest her hand on Grayson’s chest and the other smacked his shoulder laughing at whatever he just said “I don’t know but I’m….gonna go, it was nice seeing you” you said setting down your drink before taking off. 

- The next day - 

You bend over a little wiping down the tables at the café where you worked part time to earn a little extra money. Clearing the plates and tossing the dirty napkins as well as left over food into the trash. The doorbelling rings, signaling that someone has entered the café. You looked up “Hi, welcome…..” you go silent seeing Grayson, Ethan and Ethan’s girlfriend Kristina. You quickly go around to the back of the counter where your co-worker Amy stood and quickly whispered to her “Help me, take those customers thanks” before standing in front of the coffee machine, your back facing the store as you pretended to be busy. 

Amy took their orders and started preparing the items when she suddenly got called to the back, making you serve them their food and drinks. ‘Great great great’ you whispered to yourself as you walked over to their table, your skirt flowing side to side as you walk steadily trying not to spill anything and embarrass yourself. “Two coffees black and a latte with oat milk” you said setting down their drinks before practically running back behind the counter but not really because that would be awkward. 

You leaned back against the counter letting out the breath you were holding. “You left early yesterday, couldn’t even say bye?” you heard and turned around to come face to face with Grayson. 

“Erm…yeah, something came up” You say not wanting to remind yourself of last night. 

“Really? Its more important than I don’t know letting ,the guy you’re seeing, know that your leaving his party?” Grayson said clearly annoyed which pissed you off. 

“Well I didn’t want to disturb your conversation with thing 1 and thing 2. Oh and I would thing that, the ‘guy I’m seeing’, would at least try to stay by my side after greeting his guest seeing as that I dislike parties and he practically begged me to go” you said before walking off and heading into the kitchen. 

You leaned against the kitchen door taking a breath as you had to build up all the courage to say something like that to anyone really. ‘All is well, just endure till they leave’ you thought to yourself. You went on back out to the counter as more customers entered the cafe and got to work.

Smiling as you took the groups order before they went to their seats leaving a guy. “Your total is $35” you smiled as he swipes his card and pay.

“So this is a little awkward but I think you’re pretty and would like to get to know you better, can I get your number?” The guy ask catching you off guard.

“Oh erm…how about my Instagram instead, I don’t like handing out my number” you smiled getting the receipt.

“Oh sure, I understand.” He says handing you his phone and you search up your Instagram account, pressing follow before handing it back to him. “I would love to ask you out for coffee sometime”.

“I would like that” you smiled handing him his receipt , he returns the smile before joining his group of friends.

You smiled following the guy back quickly before heading over to the coffee machine to make their drinks. “Babe, could you go to storage and get more cocoa” Amy asked as she comes back out from the back.

“Sure” you smiled wiping your hands off before heading off to the storage room in the back. You got up to the rack and reached up on your tippy toes, trying to get the bag of cocoa powder when suddenly a hand reaches over from behind and grabs the bag for you. You span around coming face to face with Graysons muscular chest showing through his right fitted shirt “erm thanks but your not suppose to be back here” you said taking the bag from him.

“That kid seems nice, didn’t think we be moving off so quickly” Grayson said leaning down a little.

“I’m just getting to know people, I don’t see anything wrong with that”.

“His not wanting to just to get to know you”.

“Whatever grayson, shouldn’t you go be busy with things 1 and 2” you said getting annoyed with him being so close to you and smelling so damn good.

Grayson smirked hearing your response, leaning in closer, making your noses touch slightly “Keep up with this attitude princess and I’ll make you regret it” he whispers making you lean back more into the metal shelves.

“what?” You asked a little confused yet curious as to what he meant by ‘he’ll make you regret’. After a short moment of silence, you couldn’t take him being this close to you and decided to nudge him back a little but to no surprise that didn’t work. Have you seen the man, his huge.

“I want you to unfollow that guy” Grayson spoke up after that awkward moment, completely ignoring the fact that you tried to nudged him back.

“what?! No, why should I? It’s not like I’m seeing anyone let alone dating anybody. Even so, I think I’m allowed to make friends and meet new people. Like you do, yesterday with things 1 and 2 in their tight little dresses” you spat annoyed with his request.

With no words, Grayson pins you up against the shelve making you drop the bag in shock. He leans in closer “Attitude and such a short skirt, what a bad girl” he smirked before smashing his lips against yours. You tried fighting back but it was Grayson, the guy who took you out on your very first ever date and made you grow feelings for him. Soon you started kissing him back, your hands gripping onto his shirt as you pulled him closer to you.

The kiss was rough yet soft, you were confident that after this your lips will be bright red and swollen. Grayson nibbled down on your bottom lip before running his tongue over it, asking for access to which you denied. You weren’t about to give him what he wanted without a fight, especially after what he pulled yesterday. Getting no access from you, he reached down and suddenly grabbed your butt cheek roughly causing you to let out a yelp where he took the opportunity to slip him tongue into your mouth.

He dominated your entire mouth and you just followed his lead, your hands gripping tightly onto his shirt when he suddenly picks you up and you instantly wrap your legs around his waist. He pulled away, letting the both of you catch your breath as he left sloppy kisses down your neck “Gray” you breath out “We can’t do this”.

“We can” he mumbled against your skin as your fingers get caught in his hair. You blushed feeling something hard rubbing against you “Gray” you whispered as he lifts you up a little more and starts grinding up against you. Pleasure shoots through your body as you pull at his hair a little.

“Fuck” Grayson breaths out before reconnecting his lips with yours, the kiss was less rough and more tender as he slows down his movements, wanting to enjoy closeness.

You pulled away as soon as you heard Amy’s voice calling you, making Grayson stop his every move as his head falls and rest on your shoulder “What a cockblock” he mumbled making you giggle. He gently sets you down and you smooth out your skirt before glancing up at him.

“I’m still pissed at you about yesterday, you left me and went off flirting” You said as Grayson’s hand rest on your ass cheek under your skirt.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. There is no excuse” he said as you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, fixing it a little.

“sorry isn’t going to cut it gray, I need more” you say as he smirks a little.

“After your work, I’ll show you how sorry I am” Grayson says, leaning down and reconnecting your lips again in a tender kiss.

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hey bubs can you pls do a smut about gray with a breeding kink? thanks <3

“so wet for me, huh mama,” grayson mumbled agasint your swollen nipple, eagerly sucking on the sensitive skin around it. “maybe i should make you a mama, fuck a baby into you hmm?” grayon’s voice was low and hot and the question made your walls clench around him tightly.

when grayson sat up to get a better look at your face full of pleasure, his cock mere centimetres away from your pussy and throbbing at his touch, you spread your legs further apart for him without hesitation. he slapped his length agasint your pussy and shuddered at the sensation, giving himself a few short strokes.

“be a good girl for me and take my big fat cock.”

you nod, whining desperately, and he guides your legs up and back, opening you up for him. the tip sinks in easily, and he plunges the rest of his length in with a loud, choked groan.

“gray, feels... ah, feels so good.” your muscles spasm wildly as he fucks you fast and hard, heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust. “fuck, f-fuck gray, so good,” no longer able to form coherent sentences, you squeeze your eyes shut, clenching around him as he groans.

“just like that, that’s my good girl, take it all.” strong hands hold your legs in place as he thrusts into you roughly. “yeah, you like this? you like it rough? god, you’re so fucking tight.”

grayson fucks into you at a rapid pace, the sound of his balls slapping agasint the curves of your arse, could be heard in amongst your whimpers and moans.

“gonna empty myself inside you, mama. gonna put a baby right here,” he grunts, fingers pressing into your stomach between your bodies to emphasise his promise.

“tell me what you want,” grayson leans down and moans deeply in your ear. his warm breathe hot and steamy agasint your skin, enough to cause goosebumps to litter you entirely.

“w-want you to breed me daddy. i-inside please cum inside.” your breath is hitching and you can’t seem to be quiet. “need your cum inside so bad. w-want to feel it for days! p-please breed me!” 

“s-so good baby. you did so well for me angel.” grayson tells you, kissing your cheek without pulling out.

within seconds, his milky white finish is leaking out of you, even with his cock tucked inside. seungmin grins as he fucks back into you, ignoring the overstimulation on his cock, one hand rubbing your clit and the other gently kneading your tits, pinching your nipples harshly between his capsuled fingers.

you squeeze your eyes tight as a tingling feeling spreads throughout your body, your legs shaking against his and black spots forming in your vision. all you can feel is grayson’s gentle hands all over your body, his soft words against your ear, his delicate kisses against your eyes and lips, his hot cum leaking out of you.

[strangerquinns]

omg can you write something about pampering bf gray? i think it would be so cute 🥲🥲

grayson dolan x reader

"You have to stay still," You spoke as you looked down towards your boyfriend, his head resting in your lap.

The two of you were sitting on the living room floor with a movie playing deciding to relax after a long day of running errands and catching up on housework.

Grayson jumped at the chance for a little pampering, loving nothing more than relaxing in your lap while you placed a mask on his skin.

"I'm sorry baby," He spoke, his fingers lightly caressing your calves.

"Don't wanna get this stuff in your beard." You adjusted the spa headband you'd placed on him earlier, pushing his long hair from his face. With his beard being on the longer side now as well, sheet masks weren't an option.

You dropped your small spa spatula into the clay mask you made and continued to gently spread it across his face. He sighed softly as the cool clay spread across his face. Grayson's fingers stopped tracing random shapes on your legs and sagged more into your lap. A small smile spread across your lips as you continued to place the mask across his face. Once you were done, you grabbed two cooling eye patches and placed them over his eyes.

"How does that feel?" You asked looking down towards him.

"Fucking amazing." Grayson groaned softly

"If you're a good boy I'll give you a nice massage."

"I'm always a good boy for you baby." Grayson smirked, "But I would love one cause my back has been killing me again."

"Need to chill out with the heavy lifting bub, you're going to hurt yourself one day." You sighed before bending forward so your lips lightly pressed against his.

Minutes passed before you moved to wipe the mask from his face, before spreading a serum in its place. Grayson sat up and turned towards you, before bending down and giving you a proper kiss. You moaned softly against his lips.

"Thank you, baby." He smiled down towards you.

"Of course. Now lay down, getting those knots out of your back."

Grayson moaned softly and reached to take off his sweatshirt and tossing it to the side. You grabbed a pillow for him to rest his head on before you grabbed some lotion to use.

"You're too fucking good to me, god damn." He spoke as you began to slowly spread the lotion across his back. You straddled across his ass before starting at his lower back, using your fingers to dig deep into his muscles. Grayson let out a loud groan as he felt the tension in his back start to lessen. "Oh fuck...right there...fuck..."

Slowly you worked your way up towards his broad shoulders working out the knots you felt tight in his back as best as you could. When you were finished you placed a small kiss on his shoulder and laying against him slightly. Grayson shifted to roll over, before pulling you back onto his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist before kissing your forehead.

"Thank you for that, really felt good."

"Of course." You looked towards him and smiled as you rested your head on his chest.

[baby-turtles]

I fucking miss this Grayson.

Let me rub lotion on you please.

[poguesholland]

No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

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Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

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