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impaladolan · 1 year

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Again - Grayson Dolan

overview: you had been denied all day, one time after another, after another— so you decided to take things into your hands, and he didn’t like that..

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem and male masturbaution, oral - male receiving, use of toys, maledom , femsub, degradation, cum denial, swearing, and just lots of dirty/sexy talk haha.

a/n: this was actually a dream i had the other night.. spicy..

"Again."

"I-I can't—"

"Again." His voice was serpentine and accusatory, plowing through your whimpers with its baritone and timber.

"Grayson.." You whine and implore for the millionth time it seemed, aching all over for the end of this torturous trap he has you strung through.

"You disobeyed me, Y/N. Continue your pleas and we'll go all fucking night." He crosses his black slacked leg over the other, reaching to undo the first two buttons of his white dress shirt with a devilish fix upon you.

You were sat across the room from him, legs spread apart and shaking, panties in a bundle around your ankles, and your sensitive core glistening in the haze of his hungry eyes. He made you keep one hand around your clothed breast and the other wrapped around a vibrating wand that continued to buzz in your hand.

"A-fucking-gain, Y/N." His stare hardened even more so, not a drop of remorse across his hazels.

Your chest began to rise and fall fast as you moved the toy back over your pulsing bud, immediately pulling you back into a trance of seeking release. Your head fell back and your teeth sunk deep into your bottom lip, an echoing sob replacing the silence. You were already so close, being that you had been sat there for over an hour, forced to edge yourself over and over until he's satisfied.

It hurt so fucking good.

"Stop."

"No.." It came out as a whisper, but you knew he heard you when you felt his footsteps coming towards you. You didn't open your eyes until you felt his hand grab your wrist and pull you out of the euphoric atmosphere you were deeply submerged within. You pressed your thighs together to subdue your aching need and looked up at him under your eyelashes, pleading for him to finish this.

"You're not very good at doing what you're told." He shut the vibrator off and threw it to the side, leaning down to whisper his words in your ear. His hand traveled down your body until it pulled your knees further apart than before and he had his hand toying with your molten cove.

"You're sopping wet, princess." He sounded falsely apologetic, whilst you arched back again as he ran his thumb back and forth over your swollen clit. You sighed, wrapping your needy fingers around his thick forearm for support.

"Please.." Oh, it felt divine. He did slow circles while his other hand slipped under your knee and pinned it high. You almost thought he'd let you go, unravel the knot in your abdomen, and be free of his torment.

But it is not so.

He pulled away just as fast as he had been there, touching and feeling and caressing you until you were all numb and shaking for him. Another helpless wine fell from your mouth, a breathless cry more like. And he just stood there, the devil himself, unfazed except for the stir in his cock.

"Please!" You moved from the couch and down to the floor beneath him, your hands snaking up his legs and attacking his belt buckle with more than just wanton and desire. He let you undo his belt and pull it through the loops, his callous hand finding it’s way into your hair. You undid the button and pulled the zipper all the way and his trousers fell slack around his hips and you could see the waistband of his boxers.

You looked up at him for the first time, underneath the haze of his eyes and the domineering look about him. He nodded his head, silently pleading for you to go on. You pulled his slacks the rest the way down and let them pool at his feet. And your blush immediately darkened when you saw the tent in his undergarments— all because of you.

You bit your lip again and posed another glance at his face.

“Don’t get all shy now, princess.” He took his free hand and grabbed one of yours, placing it around his clothed cock and letting a rumbling groan slip from his lips. You squeezed your tiny little hand around him and watched as he moved closer to your touch, begging for it. You traced his shaft, delicate and messy outlines with your soft fingertips until you finally looped them around his waistband and let him spring free. He stood tall and wide and red and completely sensitive to you. You instantly wrapped your lips around his swollen head and let your fingers go back to tracing him, slow and soft.

You wanted him to feel the pain and torture he caused you only moments ago.

You let him go with a pop! and let your dominant hand pump him, still slow and brutally frustrating. Your other hand went to find the vibrator again, turning it back onto a low setting and letting it buzz against you while you pleasured him.

Mmm.

You put your mouth back over him once you settled into the wand, your moans rolling over his cock.

Growing impatient, he moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you further down his dick, earning another whimper from you and a guttural sigh from him. Your breathing went erratic again and you couldn’t help but already feel the arrival of your orgasm nearing. You took another long pull from cock and let your hands wrap around him again, this time much faster and hasty.

You looked back up at him for the third time and mewled with plea. His chest rose and fell heavily too, his muscles tightening around his abdomen and thighs.

“Just a little more baby, finish.” He pushed your head back over his dick once again and you took him even more than before, trying your best to suction him and let the warmth of your tongue and mouth encapsulate him. You moaned around him again, sending him off into his orgasm at once.

He pulled his cock from your lips and let his seed cover your chest and he allowed another sigh and fighting groan empty from his chest with reckless abandon. Your hips shook at your approaching high and you wrapped your hand around the vibrator to really settle it against your sopping pussy. Your brows furrowed and your eyes almost rolled back as you felt your climax about over take you.

Sudden and unprecedented, his arms wrapped around yours and pulled you from your peak. He lifted you from the ground, threw you back onto the couch, and took your toy away leaving you a sobbing mess. True tears began to fall onto your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs back together once again, trying to tip yourself over the edge.

It wasn’t enough.

“You look so pretty, edged and on the verge of fucked out.” He laughed. He fucking laughed.

He watched you breathe and the sweat and tears dribble down you and the cum still slathered across your chest, like a claim. He settled the vibrator beside you, turned and went to sit back in the chair he was previously sat, except for this time, his cock was out and erect, his meaty hand twisted around it and easy to watch you suffer— over and over and over.

“Again.”

a/n: let me know if you liked! <3

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cadyulie · 2 years

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oh my god okay so this is like a little embarrassing but i used to be huge into the dolan twins & i remember reading a fic that i absolutely loved about grayson but now i can’t find it and i really want to read it again 😭😭 it’s about the reader being a tutor for grayson’s son and he’s rich and divorced & the reader is 18 & a senior in high school and i believe at the beginning the reader had to walk in the rain to get to grayson’s house, does any of that even make sense? 💀 anyway if anyone can help that would be amazeballs

#graysondolanfanfic #graysondolan #dad!grayson #dad!grayson dolan #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #💀💀

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homefuturistic · 1 year

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#gray #graysondolan #grayhair #grayfullbuster #Grayscale #grayson #graycat #furniture #furnituredesign #furniturejepara #furniturejakarta #furnituremurah

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liliveve · 2 years

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Doppia Vita-Jack Gilinsky (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/313178656-doppia-vita-jack-gilinsky?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=LiLiVeVe05&wp_originator=CKOcIphGIKNIR62J3BzZxzuS28XykNbLBB9no5olojYlkWtiDFaKMxCUKeAbGbOm%2FVJP5%2FlfbjHA4BGhI2Z9oMPBc0QdQv1qH1fV8guCAYpMl60w%2BUgADRk%2BiRmGn1ZN Ciao a tutti ! questa è la mia prima storia ,basata su idee che ho voluto porre in ordine e con un senso cronologico; vi lascio alla trama di questa fanfiction. Ci tengo a dire che tutte le caratteristiche dei personaggi sono state inventate a seconda delle priorità e del percorso della protagonista . Jane Hope Dolan ,una ragazza di 16 anni che conduce due vite completamente diverse , la prima in cui è vittima di violenze e prese in giro dalla famiglia e dai compagni di scuola e la seconda in cui è una delle persone più famose e amate dal mondo intero dove è una cantante, attrice, ballerina e brava in ogni azione che svolge. Jack Finnegan Gilinsky ,ragazzo di 16 anni ,nato 5 giorni prima di Jane ,i due si sono conosciuti quando quest'ultima era appena nata poiché a causa di problemi tecnici dell'ospedale avevano condiviso l'incubatrice per qualche giorno. Da quel momento i due non si sono mai separati e coltivano un amicizia nascosta o forse qualcosa di più

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graysonlol · 9 months

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graysondolan: finally! congrats!

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aquakris · 2 years

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRDm9LqV/?k=1 not this mf got his crocs in sports mode I’m screaming!

#and no charms?!#BORING!#I’ll still hit tho

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jaassmmmiinne0420 · 2 days

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Sorry

GraysonDolan and others liked

👤 - @Itz_Rosa @Megster @GraysonDolan

@EthanDolan

EmiCore : We had a time last night 😆

Itz_Rosa - We sure tf did🤭

Megster - How did I even get home

GraysonDolan - Em you know how to throw a party

EthanDolan - That's not the only thing she knows how to throw 😏

EmiCore - @EthanDolan ayo🤨

Grayson 🥸 - Hey Emi ..

Me - Hey bailey

Grayson🥸 - I didn't tell you that so you could call me that 🙄

Me - Mm but you kind of did tho 🙂

Grayson 🥸 - Anyways ... soo about saturday

Me - I know it was so fun I did that 😌

Grayson 🥸 - Well yeah but I'm talking about what happened in the bathroom

Me - ??

Grayson - You don't remember?

Fuck yeah I remember but I'm just embarrassed that i tried kissing that man, ugh i'll just admit to it there's no point of pretending that it didn't happen

Me - Yeah I do .. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Me - I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that grayson can you forgive me?

Grayson 🥸 - Ofc Em (:

Me - Good I don't want it to be awkward between us (:

Grayson 🥸 - Me either Em

Grayson 🥸 - Just one question tho

Me - Wassup ?

Grayson 🥸 - What made you want to kiss me ?

Fuck. How do I answer this ? Should I just be honest and tell him how it felt like it was only us, and how I felt like i was floating when I felt his touch. Or should I just lie and say it was the drinks in me because if I'm being honest it was a little bit of both I just don't know if I should even pursue this UGH! I need to get out of my fucking head and be straight up!

Me - Come over let's talk

Grayson 🥸 - okay 🫡

Fuck I really just sent that ... oh well there's no going back now, what the fuck am I even going to say to him.

Authors Note : Sorry about another short chapter, I had another book idea and ik idk why i'm thinking abt another book when i'm not even no where near finished with this one anyway as always lmk what you guys think xoxo J🩷

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godcent · 2 years

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paycheck - g.b.d.

cw: homewrecking, verbal/physical humiliation, unprotected sex.

“i want you in my office in five, y/n. is that clear?” she hissed. “crystal.” i huffed. i didn’t see the point. i knew what was bound to happen.

i gathered my things and headed upstairs to my dreadful meeting with my manager, vivienne. my heart wrenched more and more with every click of my over-priced work heels. every pair of eyes i passed seem to stick as i walked.

i laid out on my way to the office every possible scenario in my head. but my train of thought circled back to one in specific every time. i was about to be fired.

vivienne had been nagging me about my expectations for weeks almost. she didn’t like for the truth to get out.

i tidied up my skirt before twisting the door knob. at the conference table sat vivienne alongside her useless husband, grayson. he’s lucky he’s so gorgeous. otherwise i don’t think he’d still have a placement in this establishment.

“have a seat.” she commanded. i slid one of the chairs from under the table. “now, y/n. i think you know why you’re here.” i took a seat in the black office chair. “yes, ma’am, i do. can i be frank with you?” i leaned in. she nodded quickly in approval. “i think it’s bullshit.” i spoke plainly.

“excuse me?” she scoffed. “would you like me to repeat myself, ma’am?” i smiled. “listen here, y/n. the things that you’ve been saying about both me and this corporation are completely inappropriate. we’ve discussed this in the past and i won’t put up with it anymore. got it?”

“you must not have the capability to handle the truth, ms. vivienne.” i pouted. “okay i have had enough of this! you’ve embarrassed me, you’ve embarrassed this establishment, and frankly you’ve embarrassed yourself along the way.” she raised her voice. “okay, viv. i think you need to calm down.” grayson stepped in.

she took a step back, looking astonished, almost. “alright, grayson. why don’t you deal with her?” she stormed abruptly out the door.

we marinated in the painful silence of the office. i let the adrenaline in my veins build up before getting up from my seat. “you heard her,” i began, walking toward him with my finger on the glass table.

i smiled sweetly and straddled his waist. i tilted his head to the side. slowly, i leaned closer and closer to his ear. “deal with me, grayson.” i whispered.

i looked again into his starry eyes and grabbed hold of his hand. he watched at my wet lips in awe as i slid his muscly hand up my thigh. he quickly drew me in and pressed his soft, pink lips on mine.

keeping his one hand on my upper thigh, he ran the other frantically through my hair. i gradually leaned further and further into the steamy kiss with every second. my hips rolled eagerly onto his lap, the feeling of his hardening cock growing more potent as i continued.

i felt on his perfectly groomed beard. his skin was soft. he smelled vividly of over-priced cologne and it was absolutely inebriating.

i licked the taste of him off my lips when he pulled away. he looked down at his anxious hands as he undid his pant zipper. i watched carefully, waiting for him to be revealed. my soaking cunt ached at the sight of the bulging imprint in his boxer briefs.

i looked back up at his face, dazzled. the smirk he beamed let me know he was well used to this look. he pulled his cock quickly out of the waistband of his underwear, the same look in his eye.

he lifted my skirt in order to inspect my clothing situation. i impatiently watched his attack. his hands slid around the crotch area of my black panty hoes. i gasped as i heard the fabric torn apart right under me.

he kissed gently around my jaw. “i wanna watch you bounce on this cock for me. can you do that, y/n?” he whispered. i could feel the pulsating beat of my cunt intensify at his words. i nodded.

i positioned myself on his upright sat tip to perfection. his hands wrapped around my waist in a tenderly fashion.

i winced as he slowly pushed my body onto his dick. “yeah,” he began. “just like that...”

it felt almost as if i could feel him in my stomach. i gripped onto the chair back behind him as i bounced up and down, quicker and quicker with every minute.

i threw my head back, releasing a desperate moan on the way. quicker than i could blink, his hand slid between my parted lips. his fingers crept down my throat. “shut up, bitch.” he scolded.

i sucked slowly on his fingers as i rode his cock, my eyes drawn to his. i hummed against his hand in ecstasy, earning another push down my throat.

the feeling of his hands tangled and tugging on my hair was deliciously painful. he quickened the pace, moving me up and down by my locks. i fluttered my eyelashes.

“you like that? don’t you, slut?” his jaw clenched. he pulled the two fingers in my mouth down, stretching my jaw wide open. “let me see that tongue.” my tongue slid slowly out of my mouth at his command.

i smiled subtly as i felt his warm spit on my tongue. he shoved his two fingers down my throat, triggering my gag reflex once more.

his hands proceeded to my ass as they felt around aimlessly. i could feel my walls tighten around him at his simple touch. the profanity uttered under my breath was quickly muted by grayson. “didn’t i tell you to be quiet, bitch? didn’t i?” he grit his teeth. yes, i nodded.

i furrowed my brows, intimidated by the piercing stare he gave me. i felt his cock pulsate inside of me as he grunted. “god, you’re gonna make me cum.” he thrusted his hips forcibly into my gushing cunt.

our bodies slammed together a few times more before i felt him release right in my core.

as he pulled himself out of me, i could feel his juices trickle down my cunt. the feeling was relieved with a quick swipe of grayson’s finger. while one hand held my mouth open, the other was feeding his warm, fresh cum down my throat. i sucked every last drop from his fingertips.

“ you don’t seem so mouthy anymore, do you?”

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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imagine grayson making reading squirt for the first time while he fingers her 😗 like full on fast, filthy, hard fingering 🥴👀

“want you to watch yourself while you squirt all over daddies fingers, ok baby?”

grayson, with one hand gently stroking up and down your folds and the other holding a tight grip on your thigh, held stern eye contact with you through the new floor length mirror he brought for this exact purpose. positioned at the end of the bed, he sat with you between his legs and made you watch the way he was about to ruin your pussy through the glass.

“ple-please gray, need you.” you threw your head back to rest agasint his shoulder, his skin soft and warm radiating a heat that went straight to your core. your eyes squinted as you relish in the way his delicate fingers collected your juices in a teasing manner, bringing his lips down to suck on the sweet spot on your neck, sure to leave a mark that confirmed you're his. grayson growled agasint your skin. fingers nicely coasted and glistening, that he knew you were ready to take as many fingers as he pleased. maybe even his entire fist.

inserting one then two fingers into your pussy, grayson starts to pump in and out of you at a rapid pace. curling his digits inside you and hitting the spots that only he knew about, only he knew how to touch and reach and find in a matter of seconds. he knew your body better than his own. he knew exactly the right areas that made you a moaning, whimpering mess in his arms. a sight he will never get tired of seeing.

“so good daddy, ah so good.”

god your moans were his weakness. just the very near sight of you in the mirror, with only two of his fingers tucked deep inside you almost had him cumming on the spot.

“think you can take another, baby?” grayson’s voice was soft and patient but you could tell it was full of lust, filth and determination. he had plenty ideas of what to do with your little pussy and he hoped you would let him treat you as good as you deserved.

“more, i need more.”

“count for me baby, count how many fingers your tight little pussy can take.”

his fingers slow down inside you for a second teasingly, as his eyes darkened and watch on in awe as you whimper in the mirror. he brings one hand to your chin, lifting your head from his shoulder and prompting you to watch yourself as he finger fucks you senseless.

“t-two.”

he added another.

“three, oh fuck.”

kissing you cheek and praising you for being a good girl and taking daddy so well, he added another.

“four! fu-fuck daddy, faster.” grayson groans the minute he feels your tight walls being stretched out by four of his fingers. your pussy pulsating as you tried to adjust to the knew found feeling of being so full, stretched out and sensitive.

he could hear the delicious sound of your jucices as he began to pump in and out of you, applying pressure to your clit and making you squeal in pleasure. bringing his thumb to tease your nub, circling it and violently rubbing until your stomach is swarming with the overwhelming sensation of your climax.

“such a needy slut for daddies fingers, huh? want you to squirt all over yourself baby, show me how good i make you feel.” grayson’s hot breath fanned across your skin, goosebumps rising you relaxed into his touch the more his fingers worked themselves inside you. your were taken into another universe at the sheer speed of grayson pumping your cunt.

you bring your hand down to dig your nails into his thigh when you felt your oragsm approaching, causing him to hiss but push deeper, harder, faster into your warm, addicting folds.

you drop your head back down to his shoulder in euphoria, but grayson had other ideas. wanting nothing more than to see you watch yourself squirt for the first time ever. in a way only he was already to see, to touch you, to ruin your pussy like it was a toy.

growling, he wraps a hand around your neck, sure to leave an indentation of his fingers as he forced your head to look straight away. eyes on your pussy as your juices squirt out a gushing rate. the combination of your moans, grayson’s grunts and your arousal was your own sweet melody of what it felt like to love grayson dolan.

“eyes on your pussy, slut. look at you squirting all over yourself. my filthy, filthy girl.”

“gray- fuck fuck, ahhhh.”

rubbing faster at your clit, grayson’s helps you ride through your orgasm. his own cock hardening due to the fact he made you cum, for the first time ever, with only his fingers.

“cum for me baby. such a good girl.”

kissing your neck, sweet and soft and gentle. grayson’s lips turn into a smirk agasint your skin when he feels your body react to his touch, begging for more even after such an intense high.

“think you can handle my fist, baby?”

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jtsfavslut · 3 years

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Desperado [GD]

Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail.

Warnings: Ahh yes...smut, cinge, idk what else

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.

You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn't shave either.

And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson's beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.

Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.

"Hmm?" you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Nothing," you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.

"Nothing? You've been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you're biting your lip and you're flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel," he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.

"It's just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up," you murmured before getting up and walking away.

"Are you serious?"

"It's just really hot in here that's all" an idea comes to mind and you strip your hoodie.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, already knowing where you're going with this "really"

"Yeah just really hot" you take your shirt off as well, leaving you in a bra and jeans, you were about to take off your pants before he verbally stopped you.

"Angel, don't you dare," his voice was stern and rough, letting you know you were working him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything bad, I'm gonna go swim," you replied before walking away, a smirk on your face, "To each their own Bailey, to each their own,"

"Keep it up, y/l/n," he whispered but you were long gone to even hear it, your feet dipped inside the cool pool water as you looked up at the clear sky.

Your attempt was a slight fail, it was good, just not good enough to crack Grayson.

Grayson Dolan was stubborn. Maybe as stubborn as they came, you blamed that on three things; his cockiness, his ego, and the fact that his top three had an influence on his personality.

But you couldn't give it. You had made it your mission throughout the entire month of November.

It was now the last day of the month, and you needed Grayson to crack. You needed him to crack hours before the month ended. You wanted to be as close as he could, yet as far as he could. Your plan was evil, perhaps it was, but it wasn't fair that you were forced to compete in a ridiculous, immature, high-school like bet.

You were sure this plan was going to work. You felt it in your bones. You were clever enough to use one of Grayson's qualities, and a few of his traits against himself.

If there's anything that Grayson was, other than stubborn, was dominant and jealous. One wrong look from a guy and he was railing you, fucking the pretty out of you, not that it worked since in his eyes, your prettiest state was when you were fucked out. Hair frazzled into all sorts of directions, a few beads of sweat dripping down your hairline onto your forehead, mouth slightly opened as deep, tired breaths fell past your lips, sore shaking legs, chest rising up as your eyes closed. A sight only he got to see, a sight he caused.

Your skimpy blood-red dress clutched onto your body in the most perfect way, a pair of matching heels covered your perfectly pedicured feet, a pair of silver snake earrings held onto your ears, and a simple matching snake necklace adorned your neck. A silver purse completed your outfit as you applied the last bit of gloss and highlighter you needed before slipping out of your vanity, grabbing your phone before leaving your room, walking towards the couch where Grayson laid on, a pair of gray sweats, with air forces, were present on his body.

"I'll be back around 2 am, don't wait up for me," you spoke, your nails suddenly becoming more interesting than a shirtless Grayson, "Peace you," you turned to walk away before his voice suddenly stopped you, a smirk making its way on and off of your face before you turned back around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, placing his phone down before sitting up straight, his once hazel eyes scanning your body up and down.

"Out, where else?" you carelessly replied as he chuckled.

"Out where? With who?" he questioned, a dry chuckle falling past your lips as you shook your head, clutching on to your purse.

"The club, with Vinnie, invited me out for some drinks," you replied, only receiving a glare and a scoff.

"Since when do you go clubbing?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Since when do you care?" you scoffed, "Anyways, he's here, I need to go, have fun," and with that, you were gone.

You were out the door, as Grayson's anger increased. Sure, he did trust you. But he also knew about your history with Vincent.

He knew everything, from how you went from best friends to fuck-buddies, to best friends again, so he felt a bit uncomfortable with you going out for drinks with someone you spent countless nights with.

Vinnie however, was aware of everything. He was your last resort. You knew how jealous Grayson got whenever he was around. Of course, he agreed, knowing how sexually active you were. He knew you couldn't last a month. He was in fact surprised you had gotten this far without touching yourself, which he knew because you told, just like you did with everything else.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked, taking a shot of the tequila he had ordered, "Like was he mad?"

"He was furious, you should've seen his face," you replied after swallowing the aged liquid, the slight burn giving you nothing but satisfaction, "He should be checking my location right about now," you giggled when the tiny typing bubble popped up in your texts with Grayson. It had been a few hours since you left, meaning Grayson was probably getting ready to bring you home and punish you for being bad and bratty.

"Hey, if he doesn't give you what you want, just know, I'm always up for you," Vinnie smirked, flashing his hand on your face, rings adore his fingers, as black nail polish perfectly laid on his nails.

"In your dreams Vincent," you playfully smacked his hand, knowing he was only playing around.

"You're right, you know? I liked you more when I had you to myself," he scoffed, shaking his head, taking another shot letting out a groan at the taste.

"Oh please V, I'm sure you have plenty of entertainment around," you rolled your eyes as you stared at his hands.

Oh, how you wished Grayson would accomplish your wishes of painting his nails black, but he claimed it was simply not his style. Of course, you understood, but you still wanted him to do it, it was, after all, something you found incredibly attractive.

"Not really, no one offers what I need, you know? They all like that vanilla shit, with the aftercare and soft shit,"

"But you did that with me?" you asked confused but he just shook his head.

"Because it's you. You gave me what I needed. But anyways, your boy toy is here," he spoke as he noticed Grayson walk in. An angry look on his face as he caught a glimpse of your back and Vinnie’s face.

"Ughh, finally," you scoffed as your core throbbed, your mind suddenly imaging certain scenarios on how Grayson would take you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you felt his presence next to you, his cologne slapping you on the face.

"I came to pick you up and take you home," he said, no emotion laced with his voice, you mentally rolled your eyes.

Your hand reached up to Vincent's, intertwining your fingers with his before letting out a whine, "But we just started to have fun,"

"I don't care. We're leaving," he spoke before leaning down close to your ear, "You're gonna get it as soon as we get in the car,"

"Ughh fine. You're so boring. You should take a shot or two sometime," you dramatically sighed before letting go of Vinnie's hands and grabbing your phone and purse, "I'll see you another time V, love you, take care," you said, sending him a smirk in an angle that Grayson couldn't see.

"Love you too, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he waved you off as Grayson carefully dragged you out of the establishment. He had parked his car in an empty and abandoned parking lot, having a plan thought out for when he arrived at where you were at.

He opened the back door of his Tesla, before throwing you inside, making sure you wouldn't get hurt, but wanting the message that he was upset to get across, "You think you're funny? Acting like a whore, wearing a slutty outfit to go out with Vinnie? Teasing me all fucking month long, acting like a fucking bitch," he spoke as his fingers came in contact with your jaw, squeezing it in the most perfect way.

Never in his life did Grayson think he would call a woman a whore. But when you came along, you brought a Pandora's box with you. He wasn't sure degrading a female would get him laid, but you introduced it to him, at first it was weird, but he took a liking to it, only with you.

"I didn't do anything," you pouted against his hand, making his other hand squeeze your hip.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"You asked," you scoffed, eyes widening as a burning sensation spread over your thigh, followed by a moan.

"Open," he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, making you open your mouth before he leaned down, doing something you thought Grayson Dolan would never do, "Swallow," he muttered after spitting in your mouth. You did what he said, no questions asked, and no ounce of hesitation in your body, "good girl," he whispered before moving down to between your legs.

His hands explored your legs before you felt a couple of cold things making you look down to find a couple of rings on his fingers, yet no nail polish.

"You wanna behave like a whore, I'll treat you like one," he smirked at your facial expression, he was loving every single second of what was happening, "Mouth of fingers? Never mind, you don't get to choose, don't you dare make a sound," he muttered before pulling down your underwear.

Your body slightly jumped and the long-awaited feeling of his fingers. You bit your lip, feeling so touched that just the slightest feeling of his two fingers spreading your arousal around, "Look at you, so desperate, and wet. It's pathetic," he chuckled making you shake your head before throwing it back as he slowly slipped a finger in, just one, feeling satisfied as you spread your legs and threw your head back, he added another one, and you felt out a whine, earning a thigh smack from him, "I said no sounds,"

He dipped his head down, just feeling the presence of his mouth near you pussy was enough to make you bite your lip, and hold back a moan as he pressed soft kissed on the inside of your legs, fingers wholly moving in and out of you, until he finally placed a soft kiss on your clit, and started moving his fingers faster.

You quickly moved your hand up to your lips, muffling any sound and moan that slipped out. The feeling of euphoria and ecstasy spread quickly over your body, and a knot started forming on your lower stomach at how good Grayson was eating you out and finger fucking you.

"Gray, Grays please," you started chanting his name, not being able to hold it back any longer, the amount of pressure building up was much more than what you could handle.

"You wanna cum for me Angel, Wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He teasingly asked, his fingers moving at a pace that you thought was impossible.

"Mhm, I do please. I'll be a good girl I promise,"

"Let it go, cum for me," as soon as the words slipped out, there was no holding back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you let a pornographic like moan, squirting all over his face and making a mess in the back seat of his car, your vision had truly gone white, never feeling something as strong before, not that you minded, you loved every single second.

"Oh my God," was the only thing you managed to breathe out, finally opening your eyes after a few seconds, Grayson was above you, his white shirt having some wet patches, showing how good he truly made you feel.

"I don't think you should be saying his name right now," he smirked as you shook your head, "Not after this mess you made in my car, at least,"

"I know a perfect way to make up, but you know, it's still November so," you smirked, looking at your watch, the time being 11:51, he had nine more minutes.

"Really? How so?" He teased, picking you up as he sat down, placing you bare half on his black dress pants.

"To make you feel really fucking good, right here. In this car, and you can do anything you want to me," you smirked, palming him through his pants, his bulge was apparent, but you were running out of time. 11:55

"But it's only valid for today," you added, unblocking his belt before lifting yourself up to pull his pants down, You spit on your hand before moving it, just to make him harder and work him up a bit more.

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

"Fuck just do it," he groaned before placing his hands on your hips, making sure to align himself before slamming you down on his dick.

12:00

"Look at you, couldn't even wait one more minute," you struggle to say as he bounced you up and down on his dick, loud groaning falling past his lips at how good you felt around him.

"Shut up,"

Please I am so sorry!!! This is so bad and gross, and I got carried away...I also wrote this in like an hour!! But I said I would do it so here we are!! Anyways yeah, if you made it here because you read it I love you!! And big thanks to @blazedgraysons for helping me and motivating me to write it, I love you bitch!!!

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#grayson dolan #graysondolan #dolan twins #fanfic #dolantwins #fandom

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ethan and kristina have a newborn baby and grayson is so jealous bc he just wants to be a dad. he’s begging you every minute of everyday

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; he’ll be such an awesome father 🥺

Daddy Blues:

“Look at her little mouth and her little toes!” Elated, Grayson yelped at the adorable baby giggling in his lap. His eyes were all big and full of excitement, his cheeks rosy with nothing but raw and never ending love for the new addition to the Dolan family.

You’d think it to be his own daughter, the way he helped out and stayed around to feed and hold her, often rocking her into a much needed slumber. He hadn’t missed a day of seeing her for two and a half weeks, and by association, neither had Y/N.

She too was effortlessly taken aback by the darling infant. More so, she was in awe of Grayson’s excitement. She was already counting down the hours before he’d ask for his own child, something he’s been looking forward to for majority of his life.

He really didn’t have to ask at first.

One evening, the two of you were alone in the nursery with Ana, letting E and Kristina enjoy a night out without a crying baby. Grayson was swaying in the rocking chair while you leaned against the crib, admiring the two. The hours of counting turned to milliseconds; he simply looked up with knowing eyes.

And you blushed.

“Think about it, Y/N. Never ending happiness for the rest of our lives.” He looked back down at Ana, his cheeks turning a soft red too.

“That— And hardly any sleep.” You, as quietly as you could, half-heartedly chuckled.

“We can do that when we’re retired.” He smiled wide, excitement just oozing from his aura.

“I’ll consider, but don’t give your hopes up Mr.” You joined him in his gaze at the beloved baby girl, your heart sinking in the best, overwhelming ways.

Two days later, on your way home from Ethan and Kristina’s, he asked again.

“You’d be the cutest, most adorable pregnant women anyone’s ever seen! I know it.” He was driving, his grin ear to ear and his eyes bright.

“That’s nine months of no caffeine, Grayson. Not something I can willfully give up just yet.”

“You can have some, just not as much as you usually do.” He chimes. He’s probably read all the rules and guidelines to having your own kid by now.

“Let’s just wait for a minute, Gray. I don’t want to jump into this quite yet.”

Grayson adhered to your wishes, holding himself back for another two weeks, though you could tell he was busting from the seams.

“If we have kids now, you’ll be the young, cool mom and we may even have great-grandkids.” He informed from his seat on the sofa next to you. You set down your enthralling book to give him one of those looks.

“I’d be the cool mom anyway, young and old!”

“Okay, okay.”

Twenty minutes went by, and he looked up from his phone again.

“You could teach them how to read…” He bumped your leg, withdrawing you from your book yet again. This time, you raised your brow and dipped your chin.

“And how to stay quiet when someone’s reading!”

Another few weeks had gone by, the days truly dragging on for Grayson. It wasn’t until you woke early one morning, feeling refreshed from your night of sleep, that you invited the thought of raising children with Grayson.

It’d be wonderful chaos.

The perfect mix of grace and crazy, which is what anyone could only ask for. He’d be a great father too. The thought made you all warm inside, sharing an endless bond with the man you married.

You sweetly shook him awake, laying light kisses upon his jaw. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled, laughing lowly from your ticklish gestures.

“Morning, baby.” His voice was low and gravely.

“Speaking of..” You sat back up, beginning to fiddle with your fingers.

“I’ve been thinking, and..”

“You want to?!” He sat up faster than you expected, his hands found yours and he clasped them together in exhilaration.

You simply nodded, and he wrapped his arms around you in triumph. He pulled you tight to him, chuckling in a boyish way that made you giggle too.

“Let’s get to work then, shall we?” He wiggled his brows, making you laugh aloud.

(a/n pt. 2 : slowly, but surely i will get these asks finished up! again, sorry to disappear.. i also have a series in the works.. another mafia goodie haha..)

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #dt #grayson x reader #sweet anon #grayson imagine #grayson #dolan twins #graysondolan #ily #impaladolan #grayson fluff #blurb alert!

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This has been sitting in my drafts a while, it’s rubbish but whatever

Hollywood fix

Grayson Dolan seen dropping leggy brunette at LAX, helping her carry her bags to the check in counter. Dolan and the unknown woman were seen cozying up in airport coffee shop before embracing for what looked like an emotional goodbye. Grayson was quick to avoid our questions before jumping into his trademark Porsche and speeding off. This is the first time in months either of the Dolan twins has been seen in public. Is this the reason for the privatisation of the Dolan Twins, let us know in the comments below.

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You were quick to swipe out of the article seeing your face plastered on some paparazzi site. You and Grayson had managed to avoid the public eye for the 4 months you had been with him in LA, only to fall victim in the worst of places the airport on the way back home to Australia. You knew this was going to be difficult for you to explain when you arrived home if your friends saw. Your family was a different story they knew exactly why you had been in LA.

After a tumultuous 2021 you managed to meet Grayson on an online dating app. You knew exactly who he was when you swiped right on the profile except you thought it was someone trying to catfish people and with his profile. Once the “matched” icon was plastered across your screen you made it your mission to out them. Two weeks into messaging who you thought was a catfish was in actual fact Grayson Dolan, and he was FaceTiming you to apologies for not responding to your messages for two days after breaking his phone.

You sat on the call with him for hours talking and laughing it felt so natural to talk to Grayson. You told him your initial thoughts when you saw his profile and he laughed agreeing he probably would have thought the same if he was in your position.

For months the two of you kept in contact messaging, calling and snap chatting whenever you had the chance. You had decided after enjoying the friendship you had struck up with Grayson that you were going to have to end it as long distance was never going to work and you were breaking your own heart as feelings between the two of you grew stronger. By the time you mustered up enough courage to end it Grayson was interrupting your conversation with tickets to come and see him.

You hesitated initially but did it anyway, you spent your two week term break with Grayson, it was an oddly perfect time together everything seemed to fall into place for you both and by the time came to leave you were officially his girlfriend.

Fast forward a tough couple months apart you were back with Grayson in LA your friends none the wiser for your second trip in as many months. Your family knew and even made the trip to LA to meet Grayson where he asked your mum and brother for permission to marry you. They left shortly after and Grayson asked you to move across the world to marry him.

Now here you were sitting in the frequent flyers lounge with an emerald-cut halo engagement ring sitting heavy on a white gold chain around your neck. Caught by paparazzi on your trip home to announce to everyone you would be moving to America permanently to be with your fiancé. The only thing Grayson would not be with you on arrival to meet the crazy pack of media awaiting your arrival but he would flying out in a weeks time to meet everyone and help you move to be with him.

You took a breath before stepping onto the plane and mentally preparing yourself for the 14 hour flight and what was to come.

#my writing #graysondolan #dolantwins #grayson dolan #some garbage I came up with

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