#ethan dolan

[pseudopeachy]

thought about the dolan twins yesterday and automatically got sad. i miss them sm,,, i hope theyre always well

[capsshield7711]

I fucking miss the fucking Dolan Twins fuck bro

[m0rab3za]

Oh to be a fly on the wall during a 2019 sister squad YouTube video 💔

On a real note I’d pay so much fucking money to get the inside scoop bc I’m watching all the old videos and holy shit

[livexdolan]

Wow, long time no post!

I've noticed that my frat!Gray series still gets likes more often than I ever expected, so I thought I'd do something kind of random that I never planned on, but I feel bad that I left that series on such a cliffhanger. Like, who am I, Netflix?? So I think I'll go ahead and finish the series for all you wonderful people who still enjoy it.

Also, this is my official apology to everyone who has stumbled upon the series and read the parts without realizing it was incomplete!

[watchinglee2]

Morning - Ethan Dolan x Male Reader

Plot: You wake up to the smell of breakfast, walk into the kitchen, find your shirtless boyfriend Ethan Dolan cooking in low sweatpants, drop to your knees, and suck his cock while he tries to keep cooking—until he caves, grips your hair, fucks your throat hard, and cums deep in your mouth; he then kisses you slow and filthy, tasting himself on your tongue, before you head to work with his load still warm in your belly and the promise of more when you get home.

Warnings: smut, oral

Word Count: 1.8k

Morning

The aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee pulls you from the haze of sleep, your bare feet padding softly across the cool hardwood floor of the apartment. You’d crashed hard last night after a long shift, Ethan’s warm body curled around yours like always, but now the morning light filters through the half-open blinds and you’re drawn toward the kitchen by the low hum of his favorite playlist and the clatter of pans.

You round the corner and stop dead. There he is—Ethan Dolan, your boyfriend of two years, shirtless in nothing but gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. The waistband sits just beneath the sharp V of his obliques, the faint trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the fabric like an invitation. His back is to you, broad shoulders flexing as he flips an omelet with one hand, the other stirring something in a skillet. Sunlight catches on the smooth planes of his skin, highlighting the faint freckles across his shoulder blades and the way his biceps bunch every time he moves. His hair is still sleep-mussed, dark curls sticking up in that effortlessly sexy way that makes your stomach flip.

He hasn’t noticed you yet. You lean against the doorframe, letting your gaze drag down the length of him. Those sweatpants do nothing to hide the outline of his cock, soft but heavy against his thigh, the fabric already tenting slightly from the warmth of the stove. Your mouth waters. You’ve been craving him since you woke up hard and aching, and the sight of Ethan cooking breakfast like the domestic god he is—shirtless, confident, completely in his element—ignites something filthy in your chest.

“Morning, baby,” you murmur, voice still rough with sleep.

Ethan glances over his shoulder, that crooked Dolan grin flashing across his face. “Hey, sleepyhead. Figured I’d let you rest. Got your favorite—bacon extra crispy, omelet with spinach and feta.” His eyes flick down your body, taking in your own loose sleep shorts and the obvious bulge tenting them. “You look like you’re ready for round two already.”

You don’t answer with words. Instead you push off the doorframe and cross the small kitchen in three strides, dropping to your knees right behind him. The tile is cool against your skin, but the heat radiating from his body more than makes up for it. Your hands slide up the backs of his thighs, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants and tugging them down just enough to free his cock. It bounces out, already thickening at the sudden exposure, the heavy weight of it slapping against his thigh before you wrap your fingers around the base.

“Fuck, babe—” Ethan’s voice cracks, but he doesn’t stop cooking. The spatula keeps moving, flipping the omelet with practiced ease. “I’m literally in the middle of breakfast. You’re gonna burn the bacon if you—”

You cut him off by leaning forward and dragging your tongue up the underside of his shaft in one slow, wet stripe. His cock twitches hard in your grip, the head already glistening with a bead of precum. You taste salt and skin and the faint trace of last night’s shower gel, and it makes your own dick throb against the front of your shorts. You swirl your tongue around the tip, teasing the slit, before sucking just the head into your mouth with a soft, obscene pop.

Ethan’s hips jerk forward involuntarily, but he catches himself. “Shit. Okay. You’re really doing this right now.” His voice is strained, trying for casual, but you hear the way it drops an octave. “Fine. I can multitask. Just… don’t make me drop the pan.”

You hum around him in answer, the vibration pulling a low groan from his chest. You take him deeper, inch by inch, until your nose brushes the soft patch of hair at the base and his cockhead nudges the back of your throat. The stretch is perfect—thick and hot and so fucking Ethan. You hollow your cheeks and start to bob, slow and deliberate, while your hands grip his hips to keep him steady. The sounds of the kitchen fill the space around you: the sizzle of bacon, the gentle scrape of the spatula, the low beat of the playlist. But underneath it all is the wet, filthy glide of your mouth on his cock.

Ethan keeps cooking. Or tries to. You feel the subtle tremor in his thighs as he shifts his weight, one hand still flipping eggs while the other white-knuckles the counter edge. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he mutters, voice tight. “I’m trying to feed you and you’re down there choking on my dick like it’s your goddamn breakfast.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, breaking on the last word when you swallow around him. “Jesus, your throat’s so tight.”

You pull back just enough to swirl your tongue over the head again, tasting more precum, before diving back down. Your hands slide around to cup his ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle as you urge him to rock forward. He resists at first—still playing it cool, still pretending he’s in control—but you feel the exact moment he caves. His free hand leaves the counter and threads into your hair, not pushing yet, just holding. His hips start to move in shallow thrusts, matching the rhythm of your mouth.

“Fuck it,” he growls suddenly, voice dropping that last pretense of nonchalance. The spatula clatters against the pan as he sets it down, both hands now fisting your hair. “You want it? Fine. Take it.”

And then he really starts fucking your throat.

The first deep thrust punches the air from your lungs, his cock sliding all the way in until your nose is pressed flush against his pelvis. You gag around him—loud, messy, spit dripping down your chin—but you don’t pull away. You relax your throat and let him use you, eyes watering as he sets a brutal pace. The kitchen fills with the wet, rhythmic sounds of him pounding into your mouth, the slap of his hips against your face mixing with the hiss of the stove. Bacon pops in the background, but neither of you cares anymore.

“God, look at you,” Ethan pants, voice wrecked. He glances down, eyes dark and blown wide. “On your knees in the kitchen, letting me fuck your face while I’m supposed to be making breakfast. Such a perfect little cockslut for me.” His thrusts turn sharper, deeper, the head of his cock bullying the back of your throat with every snap of his hips. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”

You moan around him, the sound vibrating straight through his shaft. One hand drops to palm yourself through your shorts, desperate for friction, while the other reaches up to roll his balls gently. Ethan’s head falls back, a broken groan tearing out of him. His pace stutters—short, frantic thrusts now—and you know he’s close.

“Fuck—baby—gonna come,” he warns, voice raw. “Right down your throat. You’re gonna swallow every drop while I finish these eggs, yeah?”

You nod as best you can with his cock stuffed in your mouth, humming encouragement. That’s all it takes. Ethan slams in one last time, holding you there as his cock pulses hard. Thick ropes of cum flood your mouth, hot and salty, and you swallow greedily around him, milking every spurt until he’s shuddering and gasping your name like a prayer.

He stays buried deep for a long moment, hips twitching with aftershocks, before slowly pulling out. A string of spit and cum connects your swollen lips to his softening cock before it breaks. You sit back on your heels, breathing hard, lips shiny and wrecked, and look up at him with a smug little grin.

Ethan stares down at you, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his abs. Then he laughs—low, fond, a little dazed—and reaches down to cup your jaw. “You’re impossible,” he murmurs, thumb brushing cum from the corner of your mouth and pushing it back between your lips. You suck it clean without thinking, and his eyes darken again. “Fuck. We’re gonna be late if you keep that up.”

He turns back to the stove like nothing happened, though his hands are still shaking slightly as he plates the omelet and bacon. You push to your feet, legs wobbly, and press against his back, arms looping around his waist. Your hard cock nudges his ass through your shorts, but you don’t push for more. Not yet. You’ve got work in forty minutes and he knows it.

Ethan twists just enough to kiss you—slow and deep, tasting himself on your tongue. “Mmm. Tastes like breakfast,” he teases against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip. “Go get dressed, baby. I’ll pack you a plate for the train.”

You linger for another kiss, then another, because you can’t help it. His hands slide down to squeeze your ass, pulling you closer even as he laughs softly. “Seriously. Work. Go. I’ll be here when you get home, and I promise I won’t be wearing a shirt then either.”

Reluctantly you pull away, stealing one last glance at his flushed cheeks and the way his sweatpants are still shoved halfway down his thighs, cock glistening with your spit. You head back to the bedroom on unsteady legs, the taste of him still thick on your tongue, the ache in your throat a delicious reminder.

By the time you’re showered and dressed—button-down shirt tucked into slacks, tie knotted loose—Ethan’s waiting in the doorway with a travel container of breakfast and a fresh mug of coffee. He’s pulled his sweatpants back up, but the outline of his cock is still visible, half-hard again like he’s already thinking about tonight. He crowds you against the wall for one last kiss, slow and filthy, tongue sliding against yours like he’s chasing the taste of his own cum.

“Text me when you get to the office,” he murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. “And maybe send me a picture of how red your lips still are. I wanna think about them wrapped around me all day.”

You laugh, breathless, and steal the coffee from his hand. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Dolan.”

“Worth it,” he says, grinning that same crooked smile from earlier. He smacks your ass as you head for the door. “Love you. Go make that money so I can keep cooking for you naked.”

You step out into the hallway, the weight of his cum still warm in your belly, the memory of his cock stretching your throat making every step feel electric. Work is going to be torture today, but you already know exactly what you’re coming home to: Ethan, shirtless again, waiting to bend you over the counter and finish what you started.

And you can’t fucking wait.

[thestarryeyedadmirer]

The original source of this video keeps getting taken down every time I go and find it again… but I’m still gonna share this, here. !!!This is NOT my video!!! I didn’t put this compilation together… but, nonetheless, I’d love to bask in the atmosphere of Grayson’s farts, and rub his gassy, bloated belly while he just lets loose all around me. Anyway, we can all enjoy this compilation here.

[angelariesgirl]

they just don’t make em like the dolan twins anymore

[thenickgirl]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNRQB9DX9/

happy to say I was always a Grayson girl fr

LMAO PLSSS