#dolan twins one shot

[elitegrayson]

Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to. 

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way. 

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

 “Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?” 

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night. 

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy. 

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else. 

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side. 

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm. 

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you. 

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

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[sheisagoddess]

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[rootbeerworshiper]

Idk if u do requests but if you do could u do a fic where the reader is matts gf and she has psychic abilities/ gets alot more affected by paranormal and can dometimes see things and she goes with thr triplets to be in the sam and colby video amd she's getting targeted the whole night and she does the elevator game with mstt and sees a lady walk in on the 5th floor amd has a panic attack and matt comforts her ? That's kinda alot but 😘

All My Ghosts Matt Sturniolo x reader

warnings: panic attack and paranormal shit (obviously) otherwise just fluff !

i loveeee this request sm pls give me more!!

love, sienna <3

growing up you had always had a feeling deep down that someone or something was always watching you.

it wasn’t always in a creepy way, sometimes you’d have “imaginary friends” that only you could see, and you were told that that’s normal.

seeing figures and hearing faint laughing in the background was your normal, but you’d be lying if you said it never got to you.

you always felt different, like you understood things differently than most, on a deeper level. you felt emotions on a heavy scale, you were always referred to as an empath.

so even if you knew that what you experienced wasn’t a common occurrence to most, it was difficult getting anyone to understand you.

youtube was a safe haven for you, as dumb as that may sound. you could come home from getting teased at school and hop into bed to watch the new dan and phil video.

it was silly how many people you had watched growing up, spanning from ldshadowlady to the dolan twins, it was addictive and you simply couldn’t get enough.

eventually, you found yourself watching a channel that you were especially drawn to. a channel that talked about some of the experiences you’ve had in your life, the paranormal ones that is.

their names were sam and colby, and it didn’t take long for you to become obsessed with watching them walk through haunted hotels and asylums all while seeing and hearing things that were familiar to you.

to most it was scary, to you it was comforting. you weren’t alone in seeing those things, just some people had to look for it more than others.

you met Matt when you were working at your local panera bread. it was a normal, mostly shitty, shift but as you finished wiping down your station you heard this addicting laugh entering the store.

your head practically shot up, wanting to see where it came from, and to your surprise the contagious laugh was coming from one of three triplets.

for whatever reason they looked familiar to you but you weren’t sure why.

after some small talk you figured out they were youtubers, and this would not be the last time you saw them.

it became a regular occurrence for them to come to your workplace, sometimes just ordering a sweet tea and still leaving a tip.

Matt came in the most, always leaving you flustered behind the counter as he ordered.

eventually you exchanged socials and began talking about more than a new special, and you really enjoyed talking to him.

you had been going out with him for a few months at this point, already best friends with both of his brothers.

which leaves you to now, hanging out with your boyfriend on the couch as you explain all the shit you endured growing up, a shocked expression plastered on his precious face.

“wait you’ve seen like actual fucking figures?” he’s dumbfounded at something you were told was normal.

you just shrug. “i was always told that it was normal to have imaginary friends i don’t know. i just thought i had more than most people”

“y/n that is definitely not a normal experience oh my god that is terrifying i’m so sorry” he places his hand on your shoulder as if to console you.

it’s rare that someone realizes the pain that this small thing has caused you and you aren’t sure how to feel. “Matt it’s fine i promise. it’s just become a thing now i don’t know, i was just scared you wouldn’t believe me because it is kinda crazy”

“of course i believe you you’re my girlfriend, i just can’t believe you’ve been going through that alone” he still looks concerned but i smile to lighten the mood.

“i’m okay i just wanna cuddle with my boyfriend on the couch” he leans back, allowing you to lay comfortably on top of him and rest your head on his chest.

“i think we’re doing a colab soon and Nick wanted me to ask if you wanted to be in it”

you had been in a few videos before, but mostly just caught in the background of vlogs, saying few sentences on camera.

dating a famous youtuber definitely had its downsides, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with the hate you’d receive, even though Matt wants nothing more than to show you off.

“collab with who?” you ask, wrapping our arm around his waist and you lean in closer.

“i don’t know if you know who they are but their names are sam and colby and i think they make like-“

“shut the fuck up no way!” he looks just as confused and he is intrigued at your sudden jump off of his chest.

you place your hand on his chest to stabilize yourself. “i used to be obsessed with them throughout like all of middle school and most of high school” you smile

“so that’s a yes?” he asks, looking up at you with pure lust in his eyes.

you hadn’t actually though about it, too excited over the fact that the youtubers you once watched were talking to your boyfriend.

as fun and surreal as it would be, you can’t help but think about how nerve wracking it would be. but you love your boyfriend, and you love sam and colby, so you nod. “that’s exactly what that means”

it had been a few months since that conversation, and you are now in Texas, preparing to film in the most haunted hotel there.

at this point your nerves have subsided, you’ve met both sam and colby (somehow managing to play it cool) and you feel comfortable with them.

a sense of excitement has taken over and you welcome it with open arms, feeling like a kid again, even if you are actually 20.

“you ready?” Matt looks down to you as sam sets up the camera.

you nod and smile, butterflies in your stomach as you imagine the fun you’re about to have with some of your favourite people.

the 6 of you are standing in the lobby, an open area filled with gold framed art work and marble flooring at your disposal.

you can’t help but hold matt’s hand the moment the camera is turned towards you, the confident feeling you had moment prior slowly escaping you.

the intro goes as it always does, a bit of a premise for what’s to come and an introduction to the guests.

it all feels surreal but eventually you begin exploring the hotel.

everything is okay at first, jokes being cracked about ghosts and sam making fun of Matt’s fear of elevators, you haven’t noticed anything yet.

that is until you feel a small tug on your shirt from behind and immediately jump, clutching onto Matt.

“holy shit what was that?” Chris asks, voice filled with concern as he back away.

“something just tugged on my shirt holy shit”

Matt just hugs you back, he can already see the edits but he’s more focused on making you comfortable. “i think that was Samantha” Colby says from behind the camera. “apparently she likes to tug on clothing and even tickle guests at the hotel”

this just sends a shiver down your spine but you try to keep a brave face, especially considering you had only been filming for about 20 minutes. “hello Samantha!” you joke, shaking away the nerves and letting go of your boyfriend.

the video continues, and you all continue to walk through the haunted space, occasionally hearing knocking and footsteps. but it brings you a small sense of comfort knowing that everyone hears it, you aren’t alone.

you make it to the most haunted room, room 525 where two women passed away tragically in the bathtub. “who ripped ass in here oh my god” Nick groans, furrowing his eyebrows and plugging his nose instantly.

it truly smells terrible, but for whatever reason you’ve smelt only before. a few years ago you were with some friends in Boston when you explored some tunnels under a bridge, it was said that multiple people had overdosed there, leaving it haunted.

the smell of the tunnels is almost identical to the smell of the room, but you avoid telling anyone about it, not wanting to talk on camera more than you have to.

although the group is only in there momentarily, you hear something coming from the bathroom.

a scream. coming from a woman.

you try to hide the look of terror that appears on your face when you jump back. “did anyone else hear that?” you ask, not wanting to be the only one. you notice the camera that appears in your face almost instantly.

except you were the only one, unless its heard on the footage later. “what did you hear?” Matt asks looking towards you with all of his attention.

“just a uh woman screaming i don’t know” you rub your hands on your face, attempting to gain composure. “she sounded terrified”

“we’ll definitely have to do an investigation in here later” Sam says, but inevitably you all leave the room to go explore more.

and you do just that, exploring all different areas of the haunted hotel.

the nerves have gone away slightly, and although you still see the occasional figure in the corner, you just avoid mentioning it, not wanting to come off as a fake.

Colby then brings up the idea of an elevator ritual, and Nick and Chris have made it their mission to send you and Matt on that quest, alone.

you aren’t normally terrified of elevators, not nearly as much as your boyfriend, but the idea of a woman spirit (who you may see) joining you on the 5th floor makes you uneasy.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want, i can go in alone” Matt looks down to you, whispering quietly to avoid being heard by the others.

you feel stupid, Matt’s the one with the elevator fear, no way he should go in alone. “no Matt i’m good, i’ll just cry in the fetal position if it comes down to it”

he laughs and places a kiss to your temple, out of frame of course.

and so it’s settled. you and Matt will take place in the ritual, spanning from almost every floor of the hotel, while the boys below use something called the “onvoy” to talk to spirits.

they make a few jokes about what they’ll do if you die in there and say their “goodbyes”.

you and Matt head into the elevator that has just opened without any buttons pressed, camera in hand.

(i’m making up random numbers here bc i cant be bothered to copy every one from the vid so ignore that)

“okay first floor is… floor 4” you say, Matt immediately presses the button and you go up.

it continues like that for majority of the floors, just the door opening and no one out there. this isn’t too bad.

this is until the 5th floor, where Matt has to invite a woman into the elevator with you.

to the average person with little belief in ghosts, this would be nothing, funny even. but to you? the moment he finished that sentence you felt a breeze run across your chest.

all of a sudden, the small box felt smaller. your breathing increased as the elevator door shut and you just grabbed onto Matt’s hand. you try your best to breathe but it feels like you can’t inhale. like the presence of a ghostly woman has literally taken up to much space for you to receive oxygen.

Matt notices immediately by the way you squeeze your eyes shut and for whatever reason the elevator stops.

“oh my god holy fuck” you mutter out. he helps you to the floor and you bring your knees up to your chest. by this point the camera has been tossed to the side as Matt sits next to you.

“breathe y/n you’re okay” he rubs your back and begins taking deep breaths for you to follow along.

“i should be comforting you- the elevators stuck and your scared and-“ you blurt out in between quick breaths.

he gently grabs the side of your face to turn you towards him. “look at me” you bring your eyes to his, you’re lip now quivering. “what happened? you can tell me i’ll believe anything you say okay?”

“i can feel her in here Matt. like i felt her walk in and now the elevator feels smaller and-“ you throw your head back against the wall of the elevator.

“remember when you helped me with my panic attack?” he holds both of your hands and you nod. “i need you to do what you told me to do”

“focus on me. don’t focus on the elevator or the ghosts just look at me okay?” you bring your eyes back to him. “now you just have to match my breathing yeah?”

he takes long, loud deep breaths and slowly you are able to follow along, feeling less stressed than before. the moment you’ve caught up on your breathing you place your head on his shoulder, fully relaxing into him.

“i’m so sorry you have to see shit like that it’s probably terrifying” he now rubs your shoulder.

even though you are locked in an elevator in a haunted hotel in an unfamiliar state, you feel mostly okay, because you have Matt.

suddenly the elevator begins moving again, going down. a wave of relief washes over you because the fact that it’s going down means the ritual didn’t work.

Matt begins to stand up, reaching his hand out to help you up as well and he films a very quick summery of what just happened (minus your full fledged panic attack)

everything’s okay again. you land on the main floor to meet the boys once again and although your terrified, you know that you have people here that support you, and that means more than any ghost ever will.

a/n: i hope i did this justice bc i had so much fun writing it!! ily anon

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[ohtobeleah]

Enterprise // Jake Seresin

Chapter One: Confidence.

Chapter Summary: There’s a lesson here somewhere, but you aren’t ready to figure it out. Setting up a meeting with Jake ‘The Hangman’ Seresin to see if he would consider a merger is the last thing you knew your late father would want you to do.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader. Mafia/Gang related themes. Sexual tension. Age Gap. Mentions of guns.

Word Count: 3.4K

Author Note: So, if you originally read this in the Dolan Twins fandom way back in the day—shut the fuck up no you did not. I will deny deny deny….. This series will be updated once a week on Sundays

Masterlist | Chapter One | Chapter Two |

The first time you met Jacob Seresin was at one of your fathers monthly meetings between himself and Jake's father. Carl ‘The Carver’ Seresin. He got his title from the carvings he’d leave on his enemies' faces. He’d slash them with a razor blade so deep that the scars left behind were undeniably noticeable and incredibly trademarkable. Meeting once a month became a common occurrence to make sure an all-out war didn’t ensue between the rival gangs. The Death Adders and the Katipo. Although bloodshed and violence were always an issue between members in the streets, as long as the two powerhouse men that ruled over all could remain on speaking terms, all was good in the city of Fitzroy.

You never attended your father's meetings with Carl Seresin and hoped you'd never have to, but the day you turned eighteen? Everything changed. You had already seen so much, been exposed to things out of this world unholy. The last thing you wanted to do was meet the man who caused your father so much strife, and his son. 

Jake though? He was always present, always standing right behind his father because he always knew that someday everything would be his. The day you arrived with your father he was completely shocked to see you in the study, sitting on the lounge all prim and proper like. The girl he’d heard so much about through his father was actually stunning, instantly having a soft spot for you the moment he saw you follow your father into the foyer when he was watching from the top floor of the staircase. You'd only briefly glanced up at him when you first arrived. Pretty white dress adorning your body, hair tucked back, neat and slick. 

“Hi.” Jake smiled as he held his hand out for you to shake before you quickly shot him a look of pure evil. “You lost sweetheart? This isn't normally a place where a pretty girl such as yourself would come willingly?” 

“Don’t try me.” You were quick to sneer. “I’ll kick your ass.” You knew what you and Jake were destined to be. Sworn rivals, enemies with common ground. There was no need for small talk, no need for niceties. 

“As if, a fucking girl dad?” Jake scoffed as the two men were settling into their chairs for the evening, both babysitting a glass of fine whiskey and watching their offspring interact for the first time. Keeping the two of you apart had been a part of their agreement, partly to keep you safeguarded until you were ready to start learning the ins and outs of your father's business. However, you'd already come to know more than enough throughout your childhood. “How the fuck are you meant to be my arch-rival?” Jake pulled at your hair, pulling you straight up from the lounge that you sat perched on quietly, Your father only scoffed, hoping you'd defend yourself against the man who was twelve years your senior. 

“Don’t!” You spat as you pulled yourself out of Jake's grip, He was a god damn adult and he was acting like a petulant child with a schoolyard crush. Your mother, prior to her passing, had always told you boys who teased were the ones with the biggest crushes, but this was just physical assault in your books. 

“Aw gonna cry to daddy are we?” Jake snickered before he pretended to cry as he whipped fake tears from his eyes just as your fist collided with his nose, sending blood rushing down around his mouth as he stumbled back in shock. Cupping his hand over his nose to catch the blood that poured out fast. 

“The fuck was that for!!”

“Don’t try me, Seresin you’ll only regret it” You hissed through gritted teeth as you walked over to stand behind your fathers chair who was smirking with delight that his little girl was a natural fighter, leaving a very much in pain Jake standing in the middle of the study. Completely dumbfounded. 

That was Jake Seresin's first encounter with the girl he’d chase after his entire life, his future wife. But what Jake didn’t know is that through the pain of his bloodied nose, your hand was broken and throbbing, but you could take the heat without showing a single sign of pain on your face as you stood tall behind your father–gripping at the back of his chair to push through the pain.

Because if you had learnt one thing about this lifestyle, it was that showing any sign of weakness in a world of men was not an option.

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(Six Years Later- Present Day) 

Your father would be turning in his grave right now if he knew that this was the first plane, albeit, best plan, you could come up with. The mirror image of yourself that had been staring back at you for the better half of ten minutes looked entirely different to the person you thought you would become. This wasn't the life you wanted for yourself–but it was the only one you knew. Only one you had. Only one you'd ever get. 

“Suck it the fuck up.” You scoffed to yourself before you shook off all your second thoughts and existential dread. “No backing down.” Noone was going to give you a shoulder to cry on, so there were no reasons to cry in the first place, no reasons to feel anything. You fumbled fast to pack up the lipstick and pressed powder compact back into your clutch, ruffling your hair in the mirror as you studied the scars that littered your face from a lifetime of crime, dirty bidding and underground societal standards. “Live in clover, Widow, Live in frivolous clover.” Mumbling the words to yourself as you let out a deep sigh, hopefully this would work out in your favour, it would be a good change if it did. If this meeting worked out it would be considered a drastic change from the current trajectory the way things had been going for you as of late. Everything had gone tits up. You just needed one fucking win.

As the soft curls flowed freely over the expanse of your exposed shoulder, you couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of your next move, it was only for a split second, but you still held the door knob of the foyer bathroom for far longer than you should have. Mulling over if this was truly the right thing to be doing. Your father would fucking kill you if he knew exactly who you were running to for guidance and safety the second he was laid to rest. The dirt over his grave had barely lost its moisture, freshly laid before you were reaching out to organise a meeting with the rival Mafia Boss. Jacob ‘The Hangman” Seresin.

This could make or break your entire enterprise. The moment you realised your late father’s “enterprise” had become officially yours overnight, you lost whatever slither of innocence you had left, not that you had much left to lose in the first place. The harsh reality quickly set in that you were now the sole female Capofamiglia in all of Fitzroy. Not only that but you were only in your early fucking twenties. These two factors alone made you venerable, a walking goddamn target if there ever was one. You may as well shoot a beacon into the air for all your fathers enemies to swarm on you like hungry wolves because as you were guided up the stairs by two security guards that looked more like henchmen than respectable security detail, you knew they were all lying in wait for the right moment. 

And that moment could have very well have been now, as you walked right into the study that belonged to none other than Jake Seresin. 

You needed to act quickly, work smarter, “use your wits' ' as your pops would say. Fitzroy was dangerous territory, crime was a normality, violence occurred on the daily and despite your youth you had been exposed to the worst of the worst, having been your fathers only child, the sole erie to the enterprise he’d build upon after his father left him to carry it on. 

You knew proving your worth would be harder than just stepping up to take your father’s place, you needed to show every man in this city of Fitzroy just how much of a threat you could be if crossed, just as dangerous and just as malicious they could be. 

As of right now, your men looked weak at the leadership of such a young woman, they were dropping like flies, reaching out to rival mobs to cut deals with and jump ship. As far as you were concerned however, their loyalties lied with your father, not you. you’d spit on their graves quicker than you could blink if given the chance. Looking up from your shoes, you saw Jake sitting at his desk–he hadn’t bothered to look up from the laptop he was looking at. He’d heard the door open, heard his security mention your arrival, but he didn't seem to give a shit. Typical fucking Jake. 

Revenge lied deep behind your eyes, over the years you’d become nothing but a cold empty shell of the girl who just wanted love and compassion. Now? You were hopelessly devoted to a world of drugs, sex, money and power. 

“By all means, Don't let me interrupt.” You cleared your throat before raising a single brow at Jake as you crossed your arms over themselves, standing in the middle of his overly exuberant study. The dress you wore had been an odd choice for such a meeting, but then again you never got a chance to really dress up these days. It was just a simple black slip, heels to match. 

Jake didn't even blink as he reached for the handgun sitting pretty on top of his desk, his emerald eyes still glued to the screen as he scrolled–pulling the hammer back as he aimed it right at you. 

“I don't recall asking you to fucking speak.” Jake spat as he heard you move, following in his actions as you reached for the gun strapped to your thigh, pulling the hammer back as you trained it on his chest, a fatal shot. 

“Damn, we must have gone shopping at the same gun show Seresin.” You smirked, taking as few steps forward. “I don't believe you’d shoot a lady.” Jake still didn't bother to look your way, the longer it took to draw his attention off whatever he was looking at made you lapse in your own judgement. Perhaps coming here was a bad idea after all, a lesson to be learned. But you only knew of one man who could either help you rise to the top of Fitzroy’s criminal hierarchy or one who would happily watch you roll around with the dogs in the streets. Either way, The kingpin of Fitzroy, Jake ‘The Hangman” Seresin, was your only shot at power.

“No lady here, just a fucking pest.” Jake sneered as he finally turned his head to look at you, lowering his gun as you did, watching carefully as you lowered it to your side, index finger still looking rather trigger happy as it ghosted over the trigger. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Jake grinned as he let his back rest against the back of his study chair, hands coming up to cup the back of his head. 

“You took some of my men, Hangman, that’s not very nice.” Jake could tell your voice was laced with venom, it damn near echoed out in Jake's enormous study, antique in style, he liked the mob style aesthetic. Jake just chuckled at you, shaking his head in reluctance to believe that's how this whole ordeal had gone. 

“I don’t recall taking any men, if anything they ran to me like petulant children when they clearly didn't get their way.” Jake was quick to defend himself as he rose from his seat, his hand resting on the oak of his desk as he leaned over. “The fuck are you doing here Y/n?” Jake had never been good with small talk. “Where's daddy? Why is he sending you to do his dirty work?” Jake had been expecting your father for his monthly meeting any day this past week, it wasn't like him to miss such a scheduled and routine meeting, even since Jake had taken charge. He could vividly remember sitting in on your fathers meetings when you were both just kids. Jake had always been much older than you, but he always had a thing for the way you never took any shit from anyone—including him. 

“Dead.” You caught the lump in your throat before it could even be detected by Jake, never faulting your tough exterior for a moment. “I thought you would have known by now, kept the funeral private though, just me.” You hadn’t gone parading your father's death around. The notice you’d sent Jake a week ago still sat unread in his emails. He’d seen your name pop up and barely paid enough thought to it that perhaps the email was of import. Looking at Jake with a spiteful eye—you knew he didn’t give a shit about your situation, your father’s death only meant one thing and one thing only—he was top dog now. 

“My condolences.” Jake looked up with pity plastered over his entire face, he did care. To an extent, he knew what it was like to be thrown into the ocean without a life jacket. When he’d lost his father, he thought he was ready to take over his fathers enterprise. It's all he’d ever grown up hearing. But he wasn’t, he leant though. He dealt with his demons until they consumed him whole. “Whatever will you do now? Fitzroy’s newest Capofamiglia?”

“I was hoping you’d share your secrets if you’re interested in a merger?” Fumbling with your dress, you placed your gun back in your garter. The rush of adrenaline had begun to fade as the cocky smirk you wore faded after no longer than five seconds  after having just come to the realisation that you were truly standing across the room from none other than the notorious Jake Seresin. The Hangman, how the fuck you weren’t dead by now was beyond you. “Unless you wanna sit back and watch me take over Fitzroy?” 

Jake sauntered out from behind his desk, eyeing you off as if what you asked was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard you say. Backing up slowly with your gaze trained on Jake, he stalked you down like prey until your back hit one of the many bookcases that lined his study. You brought your hand up to rest gently on top of your garter belt which once again held the handgun your late father had given you. You never should have lowered your weapon. 

Jake's walk was intimidating, his glare nothing but intense as he trapped you between himself and the bookcase now pressing into your back. The dark, navy-blue suit looked far too snug against his bulging body. With a shockingly evil smirk, Jake leaned in, trapping you between his arms as his hot breath made the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand upright to attention. His deep, hypnotic voice filling his study.

“So, The Widow wants to know my secrets?” Jake cooed as he squished your cheeks together with his fingers and his thumb, forcing you to look at him. “How I run such a successful enterprise like this?” He paused, pressing a light kiss against your exposed collar bone, trailing his free hand down your torso, his thumb massaging your hip slightly before his hand continued down to aimlessly feel the gun resting against your supple skin. His head shot up to meet your eyes, a devilish grin upon his face as he dipped his hand inside your dress to pull the gun out, revealing it in all its glory, pressing it into your neck as you lifted your jaw high in an attempt to get away. “Fucking look at you, you pathetic pest of a thing.” Jake had been genuinely surprised when his assistance had told him you’d requested a meeting, you had always been his favourite play thing. But the dynamic had now changed, you were his rival? His equal. “You aren’t worth my fucking time you know that right?” 

“Still breathing aren't I? So I must be worth something.” You challenged as Jake cocked the hammer back, making you flinch as he held your head still. He could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest as he growled, gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw. But Jake didn't pull the trigger, he simply pushed himself away just to revel in the moment he had you near cowering. How did you ever think you could come into his office, step into his territory and ask him for a merger. What fucking bullshit. 

A slight gasp left your lips as you felt hopelessly defeated, watching Jake as he walked away dangerously slow, unloading the gun as he walked, pocketing the bullets before placing the now rendered useless gun on his desk before he dropped his hands back to rest against the oak. Still wearing a shockingly sinister smile.

“Well, there’s three-points you gotta consider to take on this sought of, enterprise. First, you need to pick your crew, they gotta have a range of skills and Do. As. They're. Told.” Jake pushed off his desk, sauntering back to meet you back against the bookcase, trapping you once again as his hand came to cup your chin lightly, looking up into his emerald eyes you couldn’t help but whimper quietly. Now weaponless. 

“Second” Jake growled, “Timing, they gotta be where you want them to be at precisely the moment you want them there, they get there too soon? and they’ll stick out like dog’s balls, get there too late and the whole thing's down shitter now isn’t it?” His lips were practically ghosting yours as he leaned down to meet your height. 

“Then there’s the all-important third element.” It was the hand that snaked itself around your throat that had you audibly hissing, it made Jakes slacks all the more tighter listening to the small whimpers you let escape as he constricted your airways–wanting to see just how far he could push you before you broke and pleaded mercy. “Someone's gotta be in control.” Jake didn't hate you, nor did he like you, but there was an affinity of some sort there that he couldn't deny. 

You'd always been the one who challenged him despite your youth, despite your inability to understand this was a man's world. You'd never make it on your own, Jake knew that, he knew that was the very reason why you were here. The second Jake had realised your father wasn't around–he knew why you’d come to him. He didn't have to ask nor did you have to say it, but he didn't have any intention of making this easy for you. 

“Someone’s gotta see the whole enterprise playing out like a general, directing his troops.” Jake let his hand dip from its grasp around your neck, lowering it slowly to rest against your hips, pulling you flush against him as his head still tilted slightly to meet your lips, not fully connecting his mouth with yours but close enough to make you crave his touch. “But pretty girl, the most import thing you need to run an enterprise like this, the thing I have by the fucking bucket load.” 

Jake met your gaze momentarily, searching your eyes for the very thing he hoped you’d give him, permission. Whispering one final word against your lips as his hands worked to pull up the silk of your dress to expose your legs, Jake ‘The Hangman’ Seresin smashed his lips roughly against yours as your arms flew up to wrap around his neck, feverously engulfed in his charm alone, you were screwed, the kingpin of Fitzroy now had you undeniably under his charismatic charm. Like he always had since you’d first met him all those years ago in your father's study. The one you were never allowed in, the one that wasn't supposed to ever be yours. But had ultimately become. 

“Confidence.”

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[sweetestgrethan]

La Danse Éternel

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Dolan Twins, Grayson Dolan, Ethan Dolan, Youtube RPF

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan

Characters: Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan

Additional Tags: Incest, Twincest, Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan, Teacher-Student Relationship, Ballet AU, Ballet Dancer Ethan Dolan, Teacher Grayson Dolan, Alternate Universe- Not Related, Bottom Ethan Dolan, Top Grayson Dolan, Older Man/Younger Man, One Shot, Mutual Pining, Size Difference

Summary: “Is this your way of apologizing for not warming up properly?” Grayson joked.

“Um, no, I…” Ethan trailed off, wishing he had something good to say in return. “Just wanted to see how deep this teacher’s pet thing goes."

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[whorefordean]

imagine doing the “rate your boyfriend throughout the day” tik tok with grayson, like him annoying you and him being cuddly🥺. may you please write a concept like that?

Grayson hadn’t known you’d been recording him throughout the day. He probably just thought you were taking quick pictures of him bc you do that a lot. Who wouldn’t tho? He is so 🥺

But he finally sees it when he’s laying down scrolling through TikTok. He has a smile on his face as you pop up on his screen. It quickly disappears tho when he sees the negative ranking you gave him for messing up your hair.

But he smiles again when he sees the really high ranking over the clip of him laying on top of you pressing kisses against your belly and arms as your hands rake through his hair.

When you walk into the room, grayson is frowning, though. He’s looking at his phone but pouts up at you when he hears the soft patter of your feet.

“What’s wrong, bubs,” you ask him while crawling into bed beside him. You cuddle into his side and wrap your arms around him.

“You really gave me a negative one thousand for cutting my hair?” Gray questions sadly. You giggle lightly.

“I still love it, baby. I just miss it being long,” you reassured while pressing a sweet kiss to his pouted lips.

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[starkeyboy]

quarantine ° ed

we were all in new jersey as the whole COVID-19 went around. once we heard that california will be shutting down, all three of us left immediately. but once we all left the airport in NJ their mom said it would be best if we stay in room together just for one night to be safe.

i was laying on the bed as the boys played video games on their playstation. i let out a sigh in boredom, there was absolutely nothing to do. i heard a chair turning around, i looked up and saw ethan.

“what?” he said as his game was paused. i furrowed my eyebrows and sat up a bit.

“huh?” i was genuinely confused. he chuckled and turned around to start playing again. “what i do?” i say, sitting up in the process. he turned back around and sighed. mocking me. my face deadpanned. remaining expressionless.

he let out a laugh and smiled at me.

“i’m bored ethan!” i cried out and leaned back. “you guys are no fun,” i pouted and hugged a pillow.

“you wanna learn how to play?” i looked at him as i hugged the pillow, still pouting and nodding eagerly, just so i can do something. he motioned his head to come here and i quickly got up. he sat me down on his lap and i blushed a little as i did, not usually being this close to ethan, but i wasn’t complaining.

he wrapped his arms around me and placed the controller in my hands. in the corner of my eye i see grayson smiling, he knew about my tiny crush on ethan, and he’s gonna love the day when ethan finds out. he was probably thinking, it’s her time to shine now.

once i died again, i turned to look at ethan. he was trying to hold in a laugh and i groaned.

“this is useless,” i said about to get up but ethan pulled me back down and laughed. he wrapped his arms around me and i felt myself blushing.

“then just watch me, don’t leave,” he said, resting his chin on my shoulder. i nodded shyly and leaned against him.

after a while, grayson left to his own room and i made myself comfortable on ethan’s lap. he let me get up and straddle him, he was sitting back as my head rested on his shoulder, my eyes droopy. soon enough i was fast asleep.

i woke up to be layed down on the bed and i looked up, squinting in the darkness. ethan chuckled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. he layed beside me and pulled me closer to his him. i was about to say something but he quickly intervened.

“shh, we can talk in the morning, i already know,” he said running his fingers through my hair. i nodded with my cheeks red and snuggled closer to him. his arms wrapping securely around me.

quarantine wasn’t so bad after all.

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[ok-you-goose]

House Warming Gift ~ Dolan Twins x Bestfriend!reader

“Y/n!”, you stirred in your bed sheets, “Y/N, WAKE UP!”, you were able to bury your head below the pillow just before your bedroom door was pushed open. “Y/n, come on! I know you are awake”, Grayson walked closer to you, resting a hand on your bare shoulder as he tried to pursue you into waking up. 

“What?”, you asked with your sleepy voice.

“Show yourself to the camera”, this time Ethan tried to drag your sheets off your body, your duckling pyjama shorts on view. 

“What?”, you almost yelled, sitting straight up as your pillow fell on the floor. It had barely been a full week since you and the twins moved into the new house, you were astonished when they asked you to move in with them, claiming that they had made sure --when looking for a house-- that there was a room and a bathroom for you. 

At first you weren’t fully convinced, you were afraid to be a burden --even though you had basically grew up with them-- and it didn’t feel right. But after a lot of convincing, saying that they wanted you here, needed you even --because your twenty minute trip to your apartment was too long--, you finally said yes. After all you basically lived in their other house too --sure it was the spare bedroom for guests-- but you appeared in almost every single video with them. Fans loved you because you had been with them since before they moved to LA and you were basically the Dolan twins too. 

“We have something to show you”, Ethan said capturing your every move with his camera. Grayson hoisted you up from the bed and settled you on your feet, his hand never leaving your back because you were still pretty asleep. 

They dragged you to the living room, a single box wrapped in pink paper settled  in the middle of the squared rug. “What is this?’, you mumbled styling your hair into an awfully messy ponytail. “Open and see”, Grayson said, his excited smile making you slightly anxious. 

“Is this the house warming gift you guys were talking about? Because I told you I didn't want one”, you began to complain kneeing on the ground, the boys had given you so many things --happiness in your life as it is-- that it sometimes felt impossible to repay somehow. 

“Just open it, please”, Ethan said. That’s when the box moved, stopping your eager hands and placing a shocked look on your face. How? The idea of a little animal waiting for you popped in your head just before you drew it away, you where fully aware that Grayson was allergic to animal fur. Where you dreaming? Boxes don’t move on their own --or so you thought.

“What the hell--?!”, you said lifting your head to look at the boys, Ethan bit his lip trying to hide a smile. So you opened the box, an amused sigh escaping your lips as you were greeted with a little puppy with a wiggling tail; a curly brown fur; small nose and fallen ears. Indeed it was a puppy. You grabbed it carefully and brought it to your chest. 

“How--? Why would you guys do this?”, you asked glancing towards your two best friends, Grayson sat next to you and gave the dog a slight pet. The small creature could barely be two months old, you could hold it with just one hand. 

“It’s your house warming gift”, Ethan said. 

“But Grayson is allergic”, you began with a frown just before the younger twin sneezed, you pulled the puppy closer to you at an attempt to protect Grayson from the itching. 

“Well, yeah. However we’ve contacted a doctor who’s been giving Grayson a treatment to reduce fully his allergy. So far it’s been working, we have been planning this for over three months”, Ethan explained behind the camera. “Besides he’s a ‘poodle toy’, they barely lose any hair”, Grayson said. 

“You’ve been doing a treatment?”, your voice was almost inaudible. “Hey, don’t cry”, he said brushing off tears that you hadn't even realised they began to form on your eyes, “and yes, I’ve been doing the treatment, and incredibly so it’s been working. I spent almost an hour playing with him before we woke you up!”, he exclaims with a smile, “I’ll admit the treatment hurts a little, had to get a couple shots, but it’s so worth it.”

Before he could say something else you pulled him in for a hug, the small puppy in between you, and you promised that you would never let these two boys go. 

“You like him?”, Ethan asked when you broke the hug, Grayson’s hand still resting on your shoulder.

“I love him!”

“Well, now you’re definitely out-numbered.”

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[angeldolanx]

Chapter 22. /- get a new tattoo/

06.01.'20

In the morning I wasn't even surprised how hot I was again. The blanket was on me and basically Grayson laid half on me as well. I smiled slightly when I lifted my head and saw how he laid on his stomach and his left hand and half of his body covered me. It's always made my heart flutter when I thought about that he wanted to be close to me when he was asleep and wasn't aware of what he is doing. We always fell asleep close to each other, sometimes we cuddle but no matter what I always wake up tightly in his arms, or me pressed under him while he holds me close.  And what's surprising is how much I love sleeping with him. When I was alone I always said how much I love sleeping alone, my whole bed is mine etcetera, but it's so different when someone who means so much is there with you. You can hear his steady breathing and you can tell how much he loves to be close to you too.

Sometimes I think I am just the one who loves to be in his arms and basically I am fangirling over him, but then he does something or looks at me in a certain way that shows me that I am just overthinking and should show him my feelings. Basically he is the one who teaches me to feel and to love.

After I waited for a few seconds without moving to not wake him up I lifted my head up and saw that he still slept deeply. I bit my lip as I tried to slip out under him. When he took a deep breath and moved to a different position I thought he woke up, but soon enough his breathing got steady again and I smiled how he calmly still was asleep.

In the bathroom I quickly brushed my teeth, took a shower - because our shower was last night everything, just not a proper shower - and I wrapped a towel around my body before I went out to the room, where Grayson was finally up and he lifted his head up when I opened the bathroom door.

"Good morning" I smiled and sat down on the side of the bed to lean in for a kiss.

" It would have been better if you would still in bed with me" he said in a grumpy voice that made me giggle. His hair was messy, voice was deep, looked super hot and it was funny how it mixed with the cute grumpy comment.

"I always wake up before you" I shrugged my shoulders and went to my beg, picked up my makeup bag and placed it in front of the mirror. " Look at me " I turned to his direction. "First these." I pointed to my hickey covered neck "..or these" I turned to the side to show him the purple and green spots where he held my thighs last night. He frowned his brows for a moment as his gaze moved all over my body and probably remembered how I got these, and a light smirk spread on his face.

"Come here" he reached for my arm. As I walked closer to the bed as soon as my hands were in his, he pulled me in to the bed. Since I was on him he moved to the side and now he was on top of me. First he just looked into my eyes with a cute smile, but then he got serious when he looked down to my neck and brushed his hands on my thighs." I am sorry " he mumbled to my neck and placed soft kisses on my skin.

"Babe I didn't even noticed them before I looked into the mirror. I was joking" I said while I brushed my hand through his soft hair a cressed his nape with the other. I didn't wanted to make him feel bed, especially when I looked back and remembered how good he made me feel when he gave me these. The whole day was yesterday steamy but still dreamlike.

"You are so beautiful" he said quietly, after he lifted his head and looked at me for a few seconds. I just bit my lip and turned my head to the side to avoid the eye contact. I hated when he made me blush. "And you still can't handle compliments " he laughed. That was true. I just blush and then I got annoyed because I hate the feeling of it and in the end I always just laugh or try to escape from the situation.

"Can I go now?" I asked when he placed his head on my chest and got comfortable again. His response was just a quiet humming, but he still didn't move to anywhere and it made me laugh again. In the meantime I felt how the towel is only inches away to slip down so it was a another reason for me to wake up. I tried to move around under him and tried to grab the towel on my chest to stop it from sliding down.

" I don't mind if it's gone" he grinned and moved his hands under the towel and moved them up and down on my naked body under it.

"Gray, let me go" I giggled and tried to push him down from me, but it wasn't a surprise that I couldn't move his large and heavy body.

Finally after a few moments of pleading and a long kiss later he let me wake up from the bed. I went to the mirror, while he went to the bathroom. My hair looked awful after the ocean swimming and that shower at night, so lack of better I tried to  do two french braid. The end result was everything, just not perfect but I felt like it still looked better, then before when it was all frizzy and bad.

When Grayson came out from the bathroom he got my attention in the mirror's reflection. The towel was super low on his waist, his skin was glowy and still a bit wet from the shower and I didn’t even wanna talk about the muscular smell that he brought with himself. I really tried to concentrate on my brows, that I tried to do but I kept looked to his direction where he started to dress up.

"Like what you see?" he said suddenly. I bit my lip as I tried to hide my cheeky smile for getting caught, while he turned to my direction to buckle his belt.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I rolled my eyes that made him laugh.

"Agh, just admit that you are into me" he shook his head.

"I would never do that" I giggled and continued my make up to show him even more that I am not even interested in what he is saying. I just smiled when I saw the corner of my eye that he is a little bit annoyed for not getting the answer what he wanted. He knew how much impact he has on me, but he knows too that talk about these stuff and about my feelings out loud is hard for me. I feel more safe if there are things that I am the only one who knows, and I really need to trust someone to open up and change these things.

After I finished my make up I went to the bathroom. I picked up a high waisted ripped jean shorts with a white ribbed top and my leather jacket. We put our stuff together in the room, gave back the keys and was on our way to the bike in the parking lot.

"Hey" I poked his waist when he slapped my bum as I walked in front of him, and he just grinned on my giggle and placed a long kiss on my lips. I am kind of used to the fact that his hands somehow always ended up on my ass, but for real I liked it. I mean they belonged there, don't they?

Less than half an hour later we ended up in a typical american diner place to have some breakfast. It was a nice and quite place, only two table was reserved besides ours. It was a relief compared to most diners in Los Angeles, that were always busy.

While I ate my breakfast I wasn't even surprised when my thoughts were all over the place again as my gaze moved around on Grayson in front of me. I remembered that I saw this white tight shirt on him when I first met him in the salon. Goosebumps run over my spine when I thought back to how much I desired his touches even then and how much I got what I wanted for example yesterday. I needed to close my thighs together under the table, I hated how much impact he still has on me, It's enough to look at him and my body is reacting immediately.

" I love this shirt on you " he said. As I looked into his eyes I saw how his eyes moved down to my boobs for a moment, before he looked up again and a light smile spread on his face.

"You are so annoying" I rolled my eyes and put my hands in front of them.

"You don't wear a bra next to me and it's drives me fcking crazy" he whispered, so no one around us could hear it. His words made me giggle and of course deep down I liked his words. I would never rock a no bra look, if he wouldn't be next to me to be honest.

"I want a new tattoo" I diverted the topic. I thought about this in the past few days now, I just never mentioned it for anyone yet.

"What? Where?" he asked and took another bite from his pancakes.

"I have an idea, but I am not sure yet" I smiled. " I want something that reminds me of LA."

To be honest I already knew what I wanted, I was just afraid of telling him. It's something that reminds me of this trip and LA, yeah, but there is something else behind it too..or someone else, and it is him.  I know a tattoo is something that's gonna be there forever, but I knew I wanna remember these months no matter what happens in the future. It teached me so much about myself and my feelings, I felt like I am a complete new person. And of course I wanted it because I knew I sound crazy and maybe I shouldn't doing it. I am a mess.

From the diner we ended up going to Daniel's salon instead of home. Since I said out loud the tattoo, I wanted it even more and I got all excited for it. At this point Grayson is probably used to my spontaneous crazy ideas, but he never said no yet so he probably enjoyed it.

"Come on, tell me what you want" asked Grayson for the 10th times after we parked the bike in front of the tattoo salon. Since our breakfast all he talked about was my tattoo and to figure out what was my plan, but I just laughed at him and kept it as a secret.

"You will see" I replied and placed a kiss on his grumpy face before we entered to the shop.

I already called Dan and since he had time to do a quick little tattoo for me,he welcomed us with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, what's up? What's the plan?" asked Daniel after he gave me a hug and a high five to Gray.

"She wants a tattoo, but she doesn't tell me what" said Grayson with a big sigh that made me and Dan laugh out loud too.

"At this point I'm not telling him on purpose" I shook my head. Grayson just rolled his eyes on my words and sat down to one of the beds, while I went with Daniel to the table to explain him what I wanted.

Grayson stood curiously next to the bed after I laid down. I saw how his jaw clenched as I turned to my side and pushed up my shirt. I really tried to do it in a way to not show anything, but I had to push it really far up, so Daniel had the place under my boob to the tattoo. I wanted it to be under my left boob, in a place where even if I have a bra on the tattoo still shows. I could tell that my actions made Grayson even more grumpyer then he was before. He was so jealous.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched Daniel sitting down next to me to the chair and placing the sample on my skin. I bit my lip while I watched Grayson's reaction, when Daniel lifted the sample and Grayson saw what he planned on tattooing on me.  ANGEL. He frowned his brows after he stared for a few seconds to the tattoo, then looked up to my eyes. I sent him a light smile, that made him smile too, but I knew he was still super surprised.

"Are you two still "just friends", like you said in San Francisco?" asked Daniel, while he picked up the tattooing machine and placed it on my skin.

"A few things changed since then" replied Gray and I could tell that he was deep in his thoughts. The tattooing wond's feeling was a little uncomfortable on my skin, but it wasn't too bad. I already knew what it feels like. " How much time do you have after this?" he  asked Daniel. I thought maybe he wanna invite him for a cafe or something to talk. " I want a new tattoo too" he added and now I was the one who was surprised.

"What?" I asked.

" You will see" he said like me in the past few hours and now I really knew what it is to be grumpy and annoyed by this answer. " Is it hurts?" he placed his hand on my thigh and looked up to my eye from the machine.

" It's alright" I shook my head,but honestly felt nice. He always knew how to say something that has the biggest impact on me.

Since my tattoo was pretty small and easy, a few minutes later I was in front of the mirror to see my tattoo. I really loved how it looked on my skin and my stomach flipped when I thought about the meanings behind it.

"Let me see" I stepped between the boys where Daniel draw on the table and Grayson watched his movements. I thought he is not as evil as me and let me check the paper after he placed his hand around my waist. On the paper there were angel wings and my heart started to race in my chest. "Why angel wings?" I looked up to his eyes, and he just laughed and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Now you gonna be there with me always, angel " he mumbled to my ear. I bit my lip, my whole body was covered in goosebumps and I didn't even knew how to react. I ended up hugging his upper body till Daniel finished the draw on the paper.

"See I already said in the trip that it's more, but you acted like a crazy chick for even saying it "shook his head Dan. "And now you doing a tattoo with him."

"It's..complicated" I replied with a smile. It really was to be honest.

While Daniel started to work on the tattoo on Grayson's thighs my eyes moved around on his other tattoos on his thighs. I loved his tattoos, all of them was unique and fit him. I always find it cute how he is not brave enough to do a upper body tattoo and all of them are on his legs. The small angel wings almost got lost next to the other tattoos, but it was big enough to catch the attention and it was really weird to know that from now on it's gonna be there forever and every time he's gonna look at it, he is gonna think of me and this crazy weekend.

A few hours later I laid on Grayson's bed.  The white top rode up on me because of my position and exposed my tattoo under my boob. I saw how Grayson's eyes moved there, and he ended up moving on top of me. I laid down my back on the bed with a light smile, and that smile just grew even bigger when he placed a really soft and gentle kiss on the sensitive skin. I got goosebumps from his touches and kisses, and even because of his gaze that was so strong when he looked up into my eyes.

"You know I love this tat right?" I mumbled, and his eyes moved to the tattoo again. " Love seeing you getting goosebumps because of me. You are my girl."

The air got caught in my throat for a moment when I heard his words. Am I really? In the first place my answer would be no. I am my own and I don't wanna be anyone else's. But in this situation everything was so intimate and their words sounded so nice. I let my bed thoughts to fade away and smiled at him after he looked up again to my eyes a few silent seconds later. He moved upper and I giggled as he hid his face in my neck and his hands moved between my body and the bed so he could hug me and hold me tight to his body. When he moved his head and looked deep into my eyes again in silence I started to blush and wanted to ask him what is in his mind, but he was faster and he said them out loud.

"I love you" he whispered. My lips parted from being so surprised and my whole body tensed up. I remembered back to my last night thoughts when exactly that was in my mind too and how much I was scared from it. I opened my mouth to say something, but he shook his head to show that he wanna say something else. "You just mean so much to me.." he started. "..I know I never said this earlier but I was afraid that you gonna toss me away or you don't feel the same way."

I really tried to handle this situation well but my thoughts were so messy and foggy. He scared me and made me happy at the same time. My thoughts raced in my head, while he just stared deep into my eyes and tried to understand me. It was hard for me, but I know I would never wanna hurt him. Don't wanna hurt him with the lie or with the truth. He meant so much to me, but I always was a cold girl who struggles to open up.

"You mean so much to me too" I said with a big sigh. He frowned his eyebrows and I got disappointed, when he moved to the side from me. For showing that I don't wanna say anything bed I moved closer to him, placed my hand on his face  to make him look into my eyes. I know he is afraid from me saying it's not something I feel. He knew me, he knew that it is a really big work to melt me but he was on the right way for sure. "A few years ago I've had a vow for myself. In that time I kinda started to lose hope in love and I wasn't even interested anymore that much, but I was still so disappointed. I felt like everyone finds someone, while I am not able to do it and not able to like a guy enough to start a relationship or have deep feelings. And since I was afraid, angry and disappointed at the same time I've had a thought that I don't even wanna say it to anyone, only for the men at the altar for the first time in my life next to the I do" I said and it's kinda sounded stupid saying it out loud. " But I really wanna say it in this moment, and I already wanted yesterday night too but I was afraid" I bit my lip and saw how a light smile spread on Grayson's face.

"You are so special. I don't want you to say it just so I can feel better. I can wait till our wedding" he smiled, and a light giggle escaped from my mouth. " But you need to know that if I am there, there is no need to be afraid of anything. I thought you already know that you can open up to me about anythi.."

" I love you" I said it suddenly cutting him of. There was still a huge smile on my face, that got just even wider when I saw that sparkle in his eyes and he pulled me to his arms. " I love you so much" I mumbled to his chest. " But it's still different in hungarian."

"How is it sounds in hungarian? Now you need to say it too" he whispered to my lips, and gave a small kiss before I could responde.

"Szeretlek" I said. It almost felt like my body is shaking a bit, the word sounded so foreign from my lips, and meant even more to me then saying it in english. That was the real world that I was afraid of, but now I can't take it back and it genuinely felt nice to say it out loud to him.

" I love you too" he responded in his own language. I felt like no one ever knew me as much as him.

- get a new tattoo √

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cheater (g.d)

Summer break meant taking a long vacation back home where you grew up. You made sure to spend the time you’d taken off with your family and your hometown friends. All the fun had to come to an end as you’re preparing to head back to your apartment in LA.

“Thank you for being willing to drive me to the airport,” I tell Jason as we pull up to my terminal before hopping out of the car to grab my luggage.

“It’s really the least I could do after you helped me so much on your vacation,” he dismisses, causing both of us to laugh lightly.

“I’m seriously so happy for you, she’s going to love the ring. I’m just bummed that I can’t be here when you propose” I pause, trying not to get emotional. “It’s crazy how fast time has flown.”

“Oh, I know, it seems like it wasn’t that long ago when we were sitting in your treehouse making promises to each other that we’d get married at age twenty-three if neither of us had found our soulmates,” he responds, making me laugh at the memory. “Seriously though, thank you so much for your help. I wouldn’t have had the courage to buy the ring without my best friend.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” I joke, giggling as he rolls his eyes at me.

“You know, I’m sure that it won’t be too long before Grayson is popping the question,” he states, nudging me slightly.

“We’ll see,” I hum, the blush adorning my cheeks not going unnoticed.

“Speaking of Grayson, he’s got to be antsy to see you. I should probably let you go before you miss your flight and have to stay away from him even longer,” his statement forces me to roll my eyes at him as we both laugh.

“I love you, try to keep yourself out of trouble without me,” I state as he pulls me in for a hug.

“You know I will. Text me when you land okay?” I simply nod, giving him one last hug before walking into the airport. ____________________________

I send my parents a text as I roll my luggage away from the baggage claim. I check to see if I’ve heard anything from Grayson, but I didn’t have any new notifications from him. He’s been rather distant for the past week or so, which is slightly concerning but I shrug it off as my uber pulls up to the curb.

“I’m home,” I exclaim, slipping my shoes off before walking into the living room of Ethan and Grayson’s house.

“Hey, Y/n,” Ethan greets, pulling me into a hug. “How was your trip?”

“It was so good! I definitely needed the time away,” I reply, watching him plop onto the couch with his computer. “Is Grayson here? I haven’t heard from him in a few days.”

“He should be. The last I knew he was in his room editing,” he shrugs, before focusing his attention back on his computer. I simply nod before making my way to Grayson’s room. I stand outside the door debating if I should knock before just walking in. Sure enough, Grayson was seated at his desk editing, with his back facing me. I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around his shoulders from behind, clearly startling him as I press a kiss to his cheek.

“Hey you,” I greet happily, watching him pull his earbuds out of his ears.

“Hey,” he responds sounding a little less than enthused as he pushes himself up from his desk.

“I missed you,” my voice coming out in more of a question. The way he’s acting is a little frustrating seeing as we haven’t seen each other in nearly a month.

“Oh, I’m sure you did,” he mutters sarcastically, clearly refusing to look at me as he makes his way out of his room with me trailing behind. My frustration only grows at his response as I glare at him, confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Frustration evident in my voice as he continues giving me the cold shoulder. “Grayson.” I push myself onto the counter as he digs through the fridge. Not finding whatever he was looking for, he shuts the refrigerator door and grabs a glass from the cabinet next to my head.

“Nothing,” he responds shortly, still refusing to look at me as pours water into the glass.

“Last I checked, I didn’t do anything wrong so why are you treating me like this?” I question in frustration, pushing myself off of the counter.

I stare at him expecting an answer but am only met with a tense silence.

“Grayson, if you don’t give me an explanation I’m leaving. I’ve got better things to do than sit around waiting for you to stop acting like a child.”

“Oh feel free. I’m sure your other boyfriend would love for you to come over,” he spits sarcastically, slamming his cup into the sink loudly.

“Excuse me?” I ask, almost laughing at his ridiculous statement.

“Don’t act dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he pushes, finally turning around to face me. The look on his face brings the realization that he isn’t joking.

“Well please do enlighten me because I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t think I like what you’re insinuating,” I reply shortly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I know that you cheated on me when you went home Y/n,” he responds bluntly, his jaw clenching as he visibly grows even more upset.

Grayson isn’t one to get angry often but when he does it’s only a matter of time before he blows up. I’m not enjoying the fact that this anger is directed at me.

“Babe,” I murmur calmly, taking a cautious step toward him, “I don’t know what you think happened, but I can assure you that I would never do that to you.”

“Don’t,” he warns, stopping my advances, “You were all over that guy so don’t expect me to believe that nothing happened.”

“What guy Gray, you’re seriously delusional if you think I’d cheat on you,” my voice raises as my own annoyance begins taking over.

“He was all over your feed the whole time you were home. Even your sister had Snapchat’s of the two of you. You can’t tell me there wasn’t someone else back home,” his voice carries through the kitchen, making me flinch slightly.

“I can’t believe this conversation is actually happening right now,” I laugh in disbelief. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Jason has been like a brother to me since the third grade.”

“Like I haven’t heard that one before Y/n,” he rolls his eyes before turning around silently.

“Gray, I’m being serious. I’ve known him forever and can confidently tell you that our feelings for each other have always been platonic. He was around so much because our families are so close,” I explain, I drop the hard exterior knowing full well that we aren’t going to get anywhere if neither of us calms down.

“You guys look so happy together,” he mumbles, his body still tense as he refuses to look at me.

“That doesn’t mean that there is anything else going on,” I pause trying to collect my thoughts, “I helped him pick out a ring while I was home.”

“You what,” he questions turning around in shock.

“He’s asking his girlfriend to marry him and wanted me to be there to help. That’s what best friends do. I promise I would never hurt you like that.” My statement caused him to visibly relax, the hard look in his eyes slowly dwindling away. I slowly take a step closer, watching his reaction carefully before pressing my lips against his.

“I just can’t stand the thought of someone else’s hands on you,” he murmurs in my ear after breaking the kiss.

“Gray, I love you. I wouldn’t let anyone else near me,” I assure, cupping his cheeks.

He presses our lips together forcefully, smiling when I let him lead rather than fighting for dominance.

“Jump,” he orders, swiftly catching me as my legs wrap around his waist. A gasp falls from my lips as the cool counter pierces my legs causing both of us to erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Sorry,” he hums against my lips.

“Sh,” I respond, kissing him softly.

“Woah, Woah, Woah,” Ethan’s voice rings through the kitchen causing us to pull away from each other. “I know that three weeks is a long time, but this is where I eat. Get a room.”

“Remind me to find a new roommate,” Grayson jokes, pushing away from me smoothly.

“Hey Ethan,” I smile, crossing my legs.

“Hey Y/n,” he responds simply, opening a cupboard next to me to grab a glass. “Feel free to continue your argument now, or whatever it was that you guys were actually doing.”

“I’m sorry,” Grayson whispers, rubbing circles on my legs.

“I’m sorry for leaving any room for you to believe what you did, but I’d appreciate if you would talk to me whenever you feel like there’s something wrong rather than shutting me out completely. I forget that you don’t know everyone from home sometimes and I’m sorry that you felt pushed to the side.”

“I should have talked to you before assuming the worst.”

“You’re definitely not wrong there. You’re so petty when you’re jealous,” I joke shoving his shoulder softly.

“Only because I love you,” he shoots back, sending me a goofy look. “I’m glad you’re home.”

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[saturatedolan]

MASTERLIST

Hi! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my stuff, it really means a lot!

WATTPAD

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT | GRAPHIC SMUT SCENES

Grayson Dolan

TEMPTRESS

*PART 1* Y/N was his tempting new neighbour. Grayson knew that he shouldn’t have desired her as badly as he did, so when she arrives one day carrying a basket of delicious fruit to his door he wanted nothing but to taste her sweetness. [5.2K word count] smut

*PART 2* Y/N and Grayson couldn’t stop thinking about each other ever since that scorching Tuesday afternoon. Despite their admiration from afar, its only a matter of time until their temptations completely consume them. [8.4K word count] smut

CRUSH

Grayson and Y/N haven’t talked in years. He always scolded himself for letting her slip past his fingers. However, in spite of their years apart, they had always been on each other’s minds. [8K word count] smut

Blurbs

WARNING: SMUT / SEXUAL SCENES

G.D - Giving into your needs during no nut November

G.D - Giving head to bff!Grayson for the first time

G.D - Grayson gets jealous [clean]

G.D - Grayson asks you to try something new in bed

G.D - Grayson takes your virginity

G.D - He guides you through your first time giving head

G.D - You suck on a popsicle during a car ride with Gray [mentions of sex, no smut]

G.D - Grayson overstimulating you

Shorter concepts can be found if you search through the ‘concepts’ # on my page.

Other

Literotica recs! - Because i’m nice here’s a link to the stuff on literotica that i’ve really been liking. Obviously they’re not written by me but they’re amazing so i thought i’d share.

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[imdolaneless]

hey guys just popping in to say i’m alive and to post a little preview of a lil something i’ve been working on, i’m not gonna lie i lost a lot of my motivation to write and i have about 18 unfinished fics in my drafts right now 💀💀💀but i think i’m gonna finish this one i’m already half way there which is fun, anyway feel free to ignore me and keep scrolling past my need for validation🤡🤡🤡 also i love you guys

faking it E.D - PREVIEW

I’d lived next door to Ethan and Grayson Dolan since they moved in at the start of ninth grade. From the moment we met, both boys quickly became some of the best and worst things in my life.

The best being the younger twin, Grayson. We’d clicked instantly. He was without a doubt my best friend, my ride or die, we were both so completely obnoxiously headass for one another that most people would make the inevitable assumption that we were dating. Luckily or maybe not so, Gray would always make it very clear to anyone who asked that you were just friends, which of course I’d always be quick to reinforce despite the slight ache in my chest.

Now, at this point I’m sure you’ve all guessed what, or more accurately who, the worst thing in my life is, but just incase it’s still a mystery allow me to enlighten you; Ethan Grant Dolan, narcissistic asshole, identical twin of one Grayson Bailey Dolan, and the bane of my existence.To say my relationship with the older brother was rough would be the understatement of the century. Ethan knew just how to push my buttons to piss me off like no one else could. Cocky, sarcastic, mildly sadistic, and a shameless flirt the total cliché. What’s more upsetting is he was also fucking hilarious and damn charming when he wanted to be, and I hate to say it myself but he was stupid hot. Still, that didn’t change the fact he was also just plain stupid. A total dumbass really, who made me want to scream and rip my hair out all at once sex on legs or not.

Everyone always assumed that because Grayson and I were inseparable, Ethan and I must be best friends as well. However it wouldn’t take long upon meeting us for people to realize that couldn’t be farther from reality. Ethan and I tolerated each other at best, and even that was sugar coating it. Which is why when he climbed through my bedroom window late one summer night successfully scaring the shit out of me the last words I expected to come out of his mouth were:

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend.”

I glared in shock at the 6 foot something brunet who was making himself comfortable at the foot of my bed. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me Y/L/N. I need you to fake date me.” He said calmly, like this was the most normal exchange in the world.

“Yeah, never in my life.” I scoffed, turning my attention back to a young Will Smith in Fresh Prince.

“Why not!” He playfully whined.

Without looking up from my laptop screen I calmly replied, “Because that sounds about as appealing as shaving my entire head, then, proceeding to eat the hair with marinara sauce and parmesan cheese like my grandmas spaghetti.”

“Fuck, you really know how to paint a picture don’t you.” Ethan cringed.

“It’s one of my many talents, now get out of my room.”

“No.” He said stubbornly, reaching across the bed and closing my laptop.

“No?” I looked at him in disbelief.

“Not until you agree to help me.”

I took a deep breath, trying to cool the burning rage and irritation boiling up inside of me. “Now, explain to me Dolan why in gods name would I EVER do that?”

“Because you’re selfless and even though you hate to admit it despite everything you care about me and want me to be happy?”

I genuinely laughed at this.

“Try again.”

“Because I know you’re in love with my brother and if you don’t help me I’ll tell him and everyone else.” He smirked.

I froze.

“You have no proof.”

“Don’t I though? Last night I had another sex dream about Grayson, thats the third one this week! It started off the same as the others except this time we were on a plane-” Ethan started reading the all too familiar words, before I slapped my hand over his mouth to stop him.

He shamelessly licked the palm of my hand, to which I quickly retracted with a sneer, still seemingly unable to find the right words.

“You really should find a better hiding place for your diary Y/N, I mean under your bed? Really? I”m disappointed in your lack of originality. Anyone could easily find it there, snap a few pictures, and before you know it all your personal thoughts and feelings could be posted all over social media for the world to see…” He tutted. “We wouldn’t want that now would we?”

I felt my cheeks burning, as a wave of horror and humiliation crashed over me. He wouldn’t. That would be too far even for Ethan. But the look of prideful determination paired with the his infuriating raised eyebrow told me otherwise.

“Blackmail? Keeping it classy I see.” I grimaced regaining my some of my composure.

“I learned from the best.” He said, referring to the time a few months ago when I was sleeping over I caught him in a rather compromising position involving a certain tree fruit, the whole thing was very Timothée Chalamet in “Call Me By Your Name”. Anyway for obvious reasons, I milked that encounter for all it was worth.

“You ruined peaches for me. I LOVED peaches.”

“Y/N-”

“Fine.” I interrupted. “But if I help you, you have to promise to delete those fucking pictures.”

“Of course.” He grinned triumphantly, “Anything else?”

“Yeah, I hate you.”

“Ditto.” Ethan smirked, easily shrugging off my words as he finally stood up to leave.

I really, really, wanted to slap him.

“Meet me at The Daily Grind around 11 tomorrow so we can go over the rest of the details… Sugar lips.”

“Bite me.” I gaged.

“Don’t tempt me.” He laughed climbing back out my window.

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Thunderstorms

A/N: Just a little fluff. Feedback is always appreciated!

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I shot up from the mattress as the thunder crashed through the house. Panic swelled up in my chest and before my mind could override the sudden fear that crept over my mind like a dark cloud, I was calling out, “Ethan?” My hand searched for his larger hand in the darkness and I finally felt his warm calloused fingers and threaded them through my own. Lightning illuminated the room for a split second and I jumped with the crash.

I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, coming back to my senses. What was I doing calling out to Ethan like that? Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them and I angrily wiped them from my face, how pathetic was I? It was a little thunder, big whoop. Get over it, I told myself.

Ethan began to stir beside me and I immediately felt guilty. I watched as he rolled onto his side toward me and blinked slowly until his eyes landed on me. A deep frown pulled at his pink lips as he took in my frightened state. I was still clutching his hand in mine and I could feel a traitor tear fall over my cheek.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” His gruff voice spoke before the hand that I was clutching came up to wipe away my tears.

Shame burned through me and I could feel my cheeks heating up as Ethan waited for a response. “I-I just….the thunder woke me. I’m sorry I woke you. I wasn’t thinking straight.” I lowered my gaze from his in embarrassment.

“Hey,” He spoke softly pulling me into his warm embrace, “Don’t be embarrassed, I’m here and Grayson’s down the hall, we won’t let anything hurt you, especially a little storm.” I could feel his chest rumble out a chuckle.

I nodded against his shoulder letting his words sink in and muscle by muscle I began to relax against him. He began to hum a tune and run his long fingers through my hair, something he knew always calmed me.

I sniffled quietly. “Shh. Go to sleep now. I’ve got you.”

I drifted slowly out of consciousness, dreaming of a boy with dark hair and comforting words. 

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[dominatedolans]

Selfie ♡ E.D.

A/N: hi! so this is my first time writing in, literally, forever. this is also my first time writing smut, as well as my first time writing anything about either one of the twins, so hopefully it isn’t too awful. i got this idea from a concept that was sent in to @aphroditedolan (who is one of my all time favorite writers btw, go check her out if you haven’t already). anyways, i really hope you all enjoy, please feel free to send me some feedback (whether it be positive or constructive criticism, either is fine)! 😊

Summary: In which Ethan and Y/N are best friends, but that quickly spirals into more when Y/N sends him a risqué selfie one lonely morning.

Warnings: language, one brief mention of cheating, smut, unprotected sex, bit of fluff at the end

Word count: ~5.3k

Ethan and Y/N had been best friends for what had seemed like their entire lives, but in reality was only around 4 years. They had bumped into each other, quite literally, when they were both in a rush one day to grab their coffees and get to their respective destinations. Ethan had been rushing out of the coffee shop and Y/N had been rushing in, causing them to collide in the middle. This had resulted in Ethan’s coffee being poured all down the front of Y/N’s brand new shirt, and to top it off, all of the papers she had been holding in her arms for her very important meeting at work were now scattered all over the floor — and covered in coffee.

After standing there, frozen, with his jaw completely slack, Ethan finally got his shit together and bent down to help Y/N pick up her now coffee-soaked documents, struggling to find the right words to express how sorry he was (but trying his damndest anyways) the entire time. She had laughed him off with a wave of her hand, telling him she should have been watching where was going, and he had felt his shoulders sag with relief that she wasn’t going to completely flip out on him. Still, he felt horrible, so he had offered to buy her a coffee as an apology, which she gratefully accepted, because, hey — times were rough, and Starbucks was definitely not the cheapest place in the world.

After that, they had a few more run-ins at that very same coffee shop (though, thankfully, not quite as physical), and they quickly decided to exchange numbers to keep in touch. The rest, as they say, is history.

Turns out, Ethan had been exactly what Y/N needed in her life at that time. She was going through some rough patches, in more ways than one. She was struggling financially, she hated her job where she was over worked and under payed, and she had just found out that her scumbag of a boyfriend, who she had been with for six years, had been cheating on her for the past two. Needless to say, Y/N needed some form of joy in her life — and that’s exactly what Ethan provided.

Ethan made her so happy and helped her in more ways than she could even begin to thank him for. He helped her find a new job (one with less sleepless nights and a higher pay), he helped her find a new apartment that was pretty similar to the one she already lived in, only it put less of a strain on her monthly finances, and he helped boost her confidence levels through the roof (which, once upon a time, was easily her biggest mental struggle).

Even now, four years after the beginning of their friendship, Ethan still managed to make her feel good about herself every. single. day. Every morning, Y/N would wake up to a text along the lines of, “Good morning gorgeous, hope you have a great day today. Be sure to send me your OOTD later 😚.”

It had become a daily tradition between the two. If the text wasn’t there when she woke up, he would inevitably text her at some point throughout the day requesting his daily selfie. He would ask to see what she was wearing for the day, even if she was staying in that day and was just lounging around in sweats and one of his hoodies, and he would hype her up to the max. Some of his typical responses would include, “WOW what a goddess 🤤,” “how are you so beautiful honestly,” and “that’s MY best friend 😍.”

That last one actually managed to kill her a little bit inside every time he said it, if she was being perfectly honest. She always thought that if they had met at a different point in her life that maybe, just maybe, they could’ve wound up as more than friends. They had just clicked right from the start, and their bond had only grown more and more as time went on. Unfortunately, since she was suffering from the worst break-up of her life when she met him, she hadn’t even entertained the thought of them as a couple at the time. He had hinted at the potential of something more quite a few times at the beginning of their friendship, but she was always quick to politely laugh it off and make some sort of comment that put him right back into the friend zone. She had felt bad, but she didn’t want him to be her rebound — she thought way too highly of him and valued his friendship way too much to risk losing him.

Now, though, she sometimes found herself staring at him a little too long with a grin on her face that was maybe a little too big when he would smile at her or let loose one of his famous laughs that were ridiculously contagious. She sometimes had to remind herself when they were cuddling and she had her face tucked into his neck that she couldn’t just pepper it with kisses and mark him as hers. She sometimes had to stop herself from watching his mouth when he talked while fantasizing about the way his lips would feel in between her thighs.

Anytime she found herself daydreaming like that, she would quickly distance herself from him by at least a little bit in some way (whether it be by simply looking away, or by making up an excuse to go to the bathroom). She had to remind herself that this was her best friend, and she couldn’t think about him that way. And besides, she had shut him down so many time in the beginning that there was no way he could still be interested in her. She had made it perfectly clear that they were just friends; so that was on her.

She couldn’t help but let herself wonder, though, during the times when they would jokingly flirt back and forth. She would find herself wrapped up in the moment, full-flirting mode on, when Grayson would interrupt the two of them with a roll of his eyes by saying something along the lines of, “god, would you two just get a fucking room already,” to which Y/N would blush furiously, and Ethan would glare at him for embarrassing her and promptly tell Grayson to “fuck off, bro.” Still, even after their (innocent) flirting, Y/N would have to come back down to earth, filled with disappointment, and remind herself that they were, unfortunately, only joking, and that they were just friends. Just friends.

Ethan, on the other hand, was always left feeling on top of the world after one of their flirty moments. He loved the way her eyes twinkled as she complimented him, loved the way she would get the smallest little smirk on her face when she made a suggestive comment, loved the way she would grin and wink at him after he made some sexual innuendo. He loved it, because he had been wanting to make her his for four years now, but she had always made it clear that she only had friendly feelings towards him. So he relished in those moments; those times when he could let his attraction towards her be known in full force and to have it feel like she felt the same. The only downside, though, was that he knew she thought they were only playing around; even if he wanted nothing more than to just rip her clothes off.

He had started their daily “send me an ootd selfie” tradition shortly after they had met, and even though his intentions were (mainly) to try to help her gain confidence, they weren’t all that innocent. He loved the days when she was relaxing at home and would send him a full-body picture of her only wearing one of his hoodies that fell high enough on her thighs to show off just enough of her long, creamy legs to have him drooling, but low enough to always have him wishing the hoodie was just a little bit shorter. He loved the days she sent him a selfie before working out in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of skin tight leggings. And he really loved the days during the summer when she would send him a selfie of her out by the pool in nothing but a tiny little bikini that had him having to find the nearest cold shower to jump in to.

Now, as Ethan sat at one of the god-awful, torturously boring meetings that he and his brother were forced to attend, his line of thought quickly made him remember that he hadn’t asked Y/N for his selfie of her yet today. He discreetly pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent her a quick text while hiding his phone under the table as best he could. “Hey pretty girl, don’t forget to send me a pic of your outfit for today. I’m bored af at this meeting and could use something pretty to look at 😩.”

He sat there for a few seconds and waited for her response, but when she didn’t text back right away, he slid his phone back into his pocket with a disappointed sigh and half-heartedly tried to listen to what those around him were droning on about.

Back home, Y/N dropped the package she had just received to the floor with a frustrated huff. Before having to get up to answer the door she had been trying everything to get off. She had tried to use a few different toys she had tucked away in the back of her nightstand, she had tried watching porn, she had even gotten to the point where she was so desperate to cum that she had allowed her mind to wander to a place she normally never allowed it to go when she was trying to get off — to Ethan. Thoughts of him had gotten her right to the edge, but right when she was almost at her peak, the fucking Amazon delivery guy had knocked on her door and she had had to halt her activities to go sign for her package.

She childishly stomped her way back into her bedroom, extremely frustrated knowing that her mood was dead and she wouldn’t be getting herself off today. She picked up her phone after tossing herself back into bed and noticed that Ethan had texted her what time she was dealing with the delivery guy. She still had those filthy thoughts of him lingering in the back of her mind, so after a moments hesitation, she dropped her phone back onto her bed and got up to find what she wanted to put on before taking her daily selfie for him.

Still at his meeting, Ethan mindlessly glanced at his phone again for probably the tenth time since he had texted Y/N, still impatiently waiting for her to respond. He knew that she had to be awake by now — she never allowed herself to sleep past ten — so why hadn’t she texted him back? He checked his phone three more times in the next ten minutes, still awaiting her reply. He was growing more and more impatient with each passing minute, actually starting to even get a little worried, when he finally felt his phone buzz against his leg. He unlocked his phone and clicked his Messages app, and he was immediately sent into an awful coughing fit after literally choking on his own saliva.

At her house, Y/N anxiously chewed on her thumbnail as she stared at her phone, wondering what the fuck she had just done. It was stupid, and impulsive, and fuck was she still horny, but she definitely should not have done that.

She had went to the mall with one of her friends the day before for a much needed girls day out. They worked at the same place and work had been stressful for both of them as of late, but thankfully, the big project they were stressing over finishing together was finally done, and their boss had given them the weekend off as a reward. They had taken advantage of the day, utilizing the time to go to all of their favorite stores to update their wardrobes, dropping in at the salon to have their hair trimmed, and then stopping by the spa for waxes, mani-pedis, and massages. After they were finished at the spa, Y/N’s friend dragged her back into the depths of the mall because she had been feeling frisky after getting waxed clean and wanted to go pick up a new lingerie set to show off to her boyfriend for when she got home. Y/N had rolled her eyes (with a smile on her face, of course) but had followed her friend into their favorite lingerie store.

Once they were in there, Y/N’s friend would not stop insisting that she treat herself to a new set as well. “C’mon, Y/N,” she had said. “How long has it been since you got laid, anyways? Buy something sexy, find you a man honey! You deserve it after the past few weeks we’ve had a work.” Y/N had shook her head as they laughed together, and decided, hey, maybe her friend was right. It had been a rough few weeks at work, and she never bought herself anything sexy anymore because she felt like she didn’t have anyone to show it off to.

She had bought a sexy, satin red bustier and matching thong set. The bodice of the bustier was mainly see through mesh, with see through lace on the sides. The top had lacy push-up style cups complimented by a little red satin bow that sat in between them along with straps that dangled from the bottom of the bustier that were available to clip to garters (but she simply allowed them to dangle tantalizingly down the tops of her thighs). The thong was a little simpler, consisting of red satin with a little bit of red lace lining the top, and a little red bow that matched the one on the bustier in the center.

Y/N couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to actually slip into that very same lingerie set before snapping a few pictures of herself and choosing the best one to send to Ethan. Now that her sex-hazed mind was starting to simmer down, she couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to send him such a risqué picture. Sure, she had sent him plenty of bikini pictures in the past, so he was no stranger to her body; but a picture of her in that lingerie, combined with her “fuck me” eyes and the slight smirk she adorned, was not a picture she should have sent to her best friend.

She was freaking out. It had been fifteen minutes since she had sent the picture, and Ethan typically responded in less than five. To make it worse, he had his read receipts on, so she knew he had seen the picture and had read what she had sent with it. To be fair, she had only said, “hope this helps x😘,” but still... that picture. Why was he not responding?

Five minutes later, she heard the tell tale signs of her front door being unlocked (the only person with a key other than herself was Ethan), and she bolted from her bed in shock, letting out a small gasp and only realizing then that she hadn’t even changed out of the lingerie yet. She allowed a string of curses to slip from her mouth, but before she could so much as pick her phone up from the floor where she had dropped it in her shocked state, Ethan was already standing in front of her, jaw slack and eyes wide.

His eyes were slowly taking in her figure from the bottom up, savoring every last second. Finally, he met her eyes, and they just stared at one another for a few quick seconds in tense silence. “Um, hi,” she finally managed to whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, and then she let out a shocked squeak as he was rushing towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.

Once he got to where she was standing he raised his hands to either side of her face and pulled her in for a heated kiss. She immediately responded, placing one of her hands on his chest while wrapping the other around the back of his neck to play with his hair.

Their mouths collided in a heated embrace before Ethan swiped his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. She eagerly obliged, their tongues battling for dominance as he let his hands wonder down her body. His arms found their way around her back, grabbing onto her ass and jerking her closer to him. She let out a small moan once she felt their hips smash together, his hardness evident through his pants.

“Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea what that picture done to me,” Ethan panted, pulling away to begin to trail kisses down her neck. She simply giggled in response as he kissed his way down to the place where her neck met her shoulder before sucking a bright red mark into her skin, causing her to let out a breathy moan as she tugged on his hair. He groaned at the sensation, sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs and tapping twice as an indicator for her to jump.

He carried her over to the bed, throwing her down onto it and watching her bounce a few times as he began to crawl over top of her.

He reattached his lips to he neck, this time trailing his kisses lower until he was kissing the swell of her breasts, Y/N’s breaths coming out in short, quick pants as she watched him. “As much as I love this,” he mumbled, pulling back to run his eyes over her top, “it needs to come off.”

He snaked his hands under her body to unclip her bustier as she arched her back off of the bed to help him. Once it was unbuttoned Y/N slipped her arms out of it, allowing Ethan to toss it carelessly to the floor. He sat back on his knees, eyes roaming over her torso as he admired her body, biting his lip. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, leaning back down to attach his lips to hers.

One of his hands began to play with her nipple, pinching and pulling and rubbing it between his fingers, causing her to arch into him with a moan, thrusting her hips up towards his for some kind of friction. He rutted down into her when he felt her hips seeking his, both of them letting out loud moans at the contact. Ethan pulled away from her mouth, panting.

“I mean, what were you even thinking, sending me that, anyways, hmm? You were just asking to be fucked, weren’t you, pretty girl?” He questioned. His words sent a pulse straight through her core, Y/N nodding along eagerly in agreement. “Want you so bad, E,” she panted, desperately wanting him to touch her.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe she had just said that. He felt his dick throb in his pants and he quickly tossed his own shirt off of his body in an attempt to rid himself of some of his own clothes. He was definitely eager before, but after hearing what she had said he just couldn’t wait anymore. He kissed his way down the center of her torso, down between her breasts and past her belly button, before glancing up to lock his eyes with hers when he reached the hem of her thong, silently asking for permission. She eagerly nodded her head, desperately wanting him to do something, anything, to relieve the throb between her legs.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong, slowly pulling them down her legs before tossing the material somewhere on the floor with their other items of clothing. He kissed his way up her inner thighs as he pushed them farther apart to allow space for him to climb in between them. He finally reached his destination, his head tucked prettily in between her legs, before licking a single, long stripe from her entrance up to her clit, where he teasingly flicked his tongue a few times. Y/N released a loud moan, the sound going straight to Ethan’s dick, while arching her back high off of the bed.

Ethan hooked his arms around her thighs and pressed down on her hips to keep her on the bed, eagerly flicking his tongue against her clit once again once he got her to hold still. She was clawing at the sheets at the sensation of his tongue, feeling him circle it and flick it and lick her in ways she had never been licked. “Fuck, E, that’s so good. Please don’t stop,” she panted, thrusting her hips up to meet his tongue. He hummed against her pussy, the vibrations pushing her even further towards the edge as she laced her fingers in his hair.

She was a moaning mess, climbing higher and higher towards her peak, when she felt Ethan insert two of his fingers into her center as he continued to lick at her clit. She felt her eyes rolling into the back of her head as he began to pump his fingers in and out, feeling her release rapidly approaching. Ethan curled his fingers forward in a ‘come hither’ motion, the action sending her over the edge, causing her to release a string of curses along with his name. “Oh shit, ohhh fuck, I’m — Ethan!” She screamed, releasing all over his tongue. He hummed against her once again, eagerly licking up all of her juices until she began to come down from her high.

“Fuck, that was good,” she panted, a lazy smile on her face. “Yeah? Well I’m not done with you yet, baby,” Ethan smirked, crawling back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself, causing her to let out a little moan. She trailed her hands down his chest, letting her freshly manicured nails lightly scrape against his muscles, causing him to shiver and groan into her mouth.

She pulled back from the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, leaving random, tiny little love bites in her wake, before reaching his collar bone where she sucked a very prominent purple mark in his skin. He groaned, throwing his head to the side in pleasure, allowing her more room to do what she pleased. She suddenly flipped them over, Ethan grunting in surprise, before looking up at her with a smirk. “Damn, baby... what’re you gonna do, hmm?” He questioned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Y/N felt her core tighten, loving the way he was talking to her.

“How about I just show you?” She purred, a sultry look in her eye as she began to trail kisses down his chest. He groaned lightly in response, swiping his tongue across his lips before dragging the bottom one in between his teeth as he watched her kiss down his body. Fuck, this was better than he could have ever even imagined.

She had finally made her way down to his pants, fumbling with his belt for a second before finally getting it undone and then unbuttoning his pants. She worked his pants and underwear down his legs, allowing him to kick them off once they got to his feet. She made her way back up his body to where his cock was resting on his stomach, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum from the lack of attention.

She began kissing his inner thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls, causing his breathing to pick up as he fisted the sheets while staring down at her. She finally reached his balls but moved on up his body past them, careful not to touch him yet. She teasingly licked from his hip bone up to where his cock lay just below his belly button, allowing her warm breath to fan over his length, before doing the same thing in reverse on the other side. She sucked a mark into his hip bone when her tongue got there, causing him to thrust into the air, dying for some sort of contact.

“Y/N, please,” Ethan begged, “please don’t tease, I can’t take it.”

Y/N glanced up to meet his eyes, seeing the desperate look on his face that had her dripping down her thighs once again, before licking a long stripe from his balls to his tip, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. She traced his tip with her tongue before (finally) wrapping her lips around him, causing him to throw his head back and let out a loud, drawn out groan, thankful for some relief.

She began to bob her head, swirling her tongue around as she sucked him off, her right hand carefully rolling his balls around to provide extra stimulation. Ethan was in heaven, trying his best to watch her while she worked her magic but failing because it just felt so fucking good and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and throw his head back onto the bed.

She released his cock with a pop, moving down to gently suck his balls into her mouth one at a time, causing him to let out a string of curses. “Fuck, Y/N, you gotta stop,” He panted, reaching down to pull her up his body to meet his lips. “I don’t want to cum without being inside of you first.” He told her, flipping them back over so she was on her back under him. His words, once again, had her core clenching, and she eagerly pulled him down to smash their lips together once more.

Ethan pulled away, reaching down to grab his cock and running it between her folds to get himself nice and wet (not that he really needed to given how she had just soaked his cock with her mouth) before pausing to glance up to meet her eyes. “This okay?” He asked, patiently waiting for her to respond.

“Ethan, please just fuck me already,” she moaned, and that was all the incentive he needed before he began to ease his way inside of her. They both let out moans once he pushed the head of his cock in, Ethan pausing for a moment to drop his head into the nape of Y/N’s neck while he took a few deep breaths. “Holy fuck you’re tight,” he breathed, kissing her neck briefly before raising himself back up onto his hands.

He eased himself the rest of the way inside of her, pausing every now and then because he knew it had been a while for her and she would need to adjust, but also because she was tight as fuck and he didn’t want to shoot his load before they could even get started.

Once he had bottomed out he paused one last time, allowing her to get used to the stretch while he reveled in the feeling of being inside of her. He began to move after a moment, his thrusts slow at first before he began to pick up the pace. Y/N arched her back and let out a moan, loving the way he was stretching her out.

“You like that?” Ethan asked, picking up the pace even more. All she could do was moan in response, thrusting her hips up to meet his every time he slammed back inside of her. She soon felt the coil deep in her belly, signaling she was beginning to climb towards her second orgasm.

Ethan could tell she was getting close when her moans began to rise in pitch and volume, so he abruptly pulled out, causing her to whine at the loss of contact. “On your knees,” he demanded, causing her core to clench before she obediently flipped over on her stomach. She stuck her ass up in the air with her head resting on the bed, arching her back to allow him better access. She turned her head to look back at him after a moment when she began to grow impatient, letting out another whine. “Ethan, please,” she begged, wiggling her ass at him in an attempt to get him to hurry.

Ethan could’ve came just looking at her like that. Laying there all wet and ready for him, face down, ass up, begging for his cock. He moved forward, rubbing his cock between her folds once again, before quickly thrusting inside of her this time. She let out a loud moan at his sudden entrance, shivering as he began to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace.

She felt that coil come back, quicker this time given how fast he was moving and how deep this new position allowed him to go. “Fuuuuuck E, please don’t stop, so fucking big, feels so good,” Y/N moaned, feeling like she was on the verge of tears from all of the pleasure. Ethan leaned forward, leaning over her back so his mouth was near her ear. “You like that, baby? You like when I pound into this pretty little pussy of yours? Who’s making you feel this good?” He growled, continuing to fuck into her with all he had.

“YOU, Ethan, only you,” Y/N screamed, beginning to thrust her ass back to meet his hips. “That’s right, baby,” He groaned with a smack to her ass, causing her to let out a moan that was louder than any of the others. Ethan immediately picked up on this, smacking her ass again as he began to move impossibly faster.

Y/N reached down to rub her clit, feeling the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter as Ethan continued to pound into her.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, feeling Ethan’s cock twitch inside of her. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he breathed back, immediately feeling her core tighten even further around his cock, sending him even closer to his own release. He fucked her through her orgasm, waiting until she was finished before he pulled out and jerked on his dick twice, releasing onto her back. She collapsed down onto her stomach while Ethan made his way into her bathroom, wetting a wash cloth with warm water so he could clean her up.  

He wiped his cum off of her back before laying down beside of her, both of them still panting, trying to catch their breath. When Y/N’s breathing had finally returned back to normal, she let out a little giggle, causing Ethan to open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he had closed in the first place so that he could look at her. “What?” He questioned, a smile beginning to creep its way onto his face.

“Looks like I’m going to have to text my friend and thank her for making me buy that lingerie,” she said, causing them both to start laughing. Ethan scooted even closer to her, wrapping his arms around her so he could pull her into his body.

“Tell her thank you from me, too,” he added, both of them still giggling as he kissed her temple and closed his eyes, a dopey smile on his face. He was so beyond in love with this girl, and there was no way he was letting her get away now that he had finally gotten her. 

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan smut #ethan dolan one shot #ethan dolan fic #dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dolan twins one shot #dolan twins fic #mywriting #selfie #w: selfie

[sweetestgrethan]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Dolan Twins, Youtube RPF, Video Blogging RPF, Grethan

Ratings: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan

Characters: Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan, Cameron Dolan

Additional Tags: Incest, Top Ethan Dolan, Bottom Grayson Dolan, Slightly slow burn, Grethan, quarantine fic, One Shot, set in new jersey, Twincest, lots of feelings!!

Summary: “You’re a freak.” Grayson furrowed his brows when he said it. He was well aware that it applied to himself too, considering he’d been so non-combative about his increased interest in his own brother. When all Ethan did was chuckle under him, Grayson felt like slapping him across the face.

Or,

After deciding to quarantine back home, Ethan and Grayson get more than they bargained for when old feelings are rehashed. The question is, will either of them have the courage to act on their feelings, or will they be buried deeper than ever?

#mine #ao3 #grethan #wombmates

[whorefordean]

Hi..🥺 can you write a little blurb about stolen glances between the reader and Grayson, they don’t notice but everyone else around them does? If not that’s ok. Hope you’re having a great day/night! 💕

Hi sweetheart, I’m having a fantastic day! I hope anyone reading this is having an amazing day/night!

I dont know if this is exactly what you wanted but it makes me soft so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do 🥺❤️

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Grayson tries so are to sneaky about it. While your watching movies together or while your out with friends. He just can’t help himself. You’re so beautiful, and Grayson just has to watch how your eyes light up when he picks your favorite movie without you asking. He has to see how you look when you laugh at a joke one of your friends tells you. He has to see how you dance so freely when you go out to parties with him.

Grayson can’t help but watch as you bask in your own beauty and grace. He’s absolutely smitten, and you don’t even notice.

You can’t help but watch how Grayson is always so caring towards his friends. How he’s always helping someone who needs it. You love to watch him build something out of nothing. He’s so creative, and you just have to watch the proud smile make a home on his face when he finishes his latest project on his own. You have to see his cheeks blush when you tell him how good he looks in that new shirt he just bought.

You can’t help but watch as Grayson grows into a better person than he was yesterday. You’re absolutely in love with him, and he can’t even see it.

But Ethan sees it. He watches how Grayson pines over you every single day. Ethan notices how you always turn to Grayson in a group of people. Ethan can see how absolutely and endlessly in love his brother and his best friend are.

“Grayson, when are you gonna tell her?” Ethan asks abruptly. Grayson furrows his brows as he looks up from your sleeping figure. You had begged Grayson to have a movie day and finally passed out after the fourth movie. You were tucked into Gray’s side while he was playing with your soft hair.

“What are you talking about?” Grayson asked nervously. Had Ethan noticed the quick glances he gave to you when you weren’t paying attention?

“You’re in love with her, Grayson. And it’s pretty obvious that she’s in love with you, too,” Ethan spoke from his spot at the end of the other couch. Grayson avoided his brother’s gaze and looked to you again.

You looked so peaceful sleeping against his chest.

“How do you know? That she loves me?” Grayson quirked an eyebrow. Ethan laughed softly.

“She looks at you the same way you look at her,” Ethan shrugged with a smile. Grayson smiled, too.

A comfortable silence fell over the brothers. Grayson watched you for a moment while Ethan watched the two of you.

“You know it’s true. I am in love with you,” you spoke out softly, causing Grayson to jump a little. Ethan grinned widely at the two of you.

“I hoped so,” Grayson said while pulling you closer to his, if that was even possible. Grayson pressed a slow kiss to your forehead as you drifted off. Ethan discreetly snapped a picture of the sweet moment and left the room.

“I really do love you,” Grayson confessed to your sleeping figure.

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