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vinylhazza · 4 years

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okay but being in a relationship like full term with ethan but one night you’re superrrr drunk and you booty call him only for him to come over and nurse you back to soberness

you don’t normally get drunk, in fact you can count on one hand the amount of times you've gotten shit-faced so bad you’re stumbling over your words like a nervous virgin. what was interesting is that you hadn't even planned on getting drunk tonight, not even a little bit.

you went out with your friends just for a little wine and dine at your favorite restaurant in town and maybe do some face masks after and gossip about sex or whatever you decided to talk about... and then somewhere along the way your best friend convinced you that her fuck buddy’s parties are the best and she just had to go and wouldn't take no for an answer. so there you were, sipping on a beer that you were sure tasted like shit but your brain was so clouded that you actually couldn't believe it wasn't the most splendid drink to land on your tastebuds.

you knew that if ethan, your beloved boyfriend and love of your fucking life, could see you right now, he would be laughing at the way you have been trying to talk about kurt cobains hair for the last fifteen minutes or smirking when the weekend started bumping through the speakers and your hips started to swivel in that way you know he loves. you were shutting your eyes and imagining the way that his hands would grip your hips and pull you back against him for some friction. just the thought had you really giving a show, really showing your boyfriend that isn't even there your moves. your brain flooded with thoughts of the dirty shit you do behind closed doors, the trope of a gentle little ethan turned into a sex crazed animal when it came to you causing a pool to form in your panties.

you distinctly remember through your drunken, horny haze that your best friend had found you in the middle of a crowd that was filled with equally drunk men that eyed you like a simple hole to stick their dicks into. she had dragged you away from their hungry eyes just when you were ready to peel your clothes off for an imaginary ethan and give him a nice strip show. yes, she was drunk. but was she drunk enough to let all of those men touch the body that wasn't theirs to touch when you were horny and vulnerable and just needed ethan? no.

she had taken you by the hand and stumbled with you through the crowd and over to a couch so that erin (her fuck buddy) could get off of his ass and take you home. she would be staying the night but she wasn't about to let you ride in an uber by yourself when the world outside was so scary and unpredictable.

you couldn't get your mind off of ethan...ethan...mmm fuck he was so sexy. how exactly had you managed to score such a gem in all of the LA bullshit? jesus christ a gentlemen that can turn into a hateful prideful fuck machine that drills you into the sheets just the way you like. just thinking of calling him daddy had you moaning as you exited erins car in front of your large apartment complex. you were shocked you that somehow manage to stumble into the elevator. this would definitely be something you would regret in the morning. but right now you just needed ethan to come over and show you exactly what a bad girl you've been and teach you a lesson. thank god your apartment was two doors from the elevator or you might have just collapsed in the hallway.

you decided to call him, yanking your phone from your purse you managed to snag from your best friend on the way out of the party, peeling your tight dress off at the same time just as you slam your apartment door closed and trip down the dark hallway, heels falling off your feet. you inevitably fall into a moaning mess on your bed - trying to dial his number only to order Siri to call him for you.

“hey baby how was girls-” his velvety voice hums through the speaker, sounded full of sleep considering it was 12am and he had decided to call it in early for once.

“hi daddy...can you um can you come over? want you really bad,” your slur, rubbing over your bare tummy and drenched panties right over your aching pussy, not even realizing how trashed you sounded right now. you just wanted him and wanted him now.

“are you drunk baby? where are you?” he chuckles, highly amused that you were talking this dirty when the mere mention of anything sexual still brings a blush to your face despite the nasty shit you do in the bedroom.

“maybe alittle babybut not too much I promise..just come and fix me? need my e,” you giggle a little through the line, ending with a moan when your fingers decide to slip that dainty fabric aside and slide through your wet folds, thumbing over your clit and imaging it as ethans large hand, really getting you worked up and clenching around nothing.

“are you booty calling me?” he mocks a hurt gasp while slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys, rubbing the sleep from his eyes just to make sure he doesn't crash the damn car on the way to tuck you in.

“I can’t booty call you?” you sound hurt, but it’s a fake drunk hurt that you won’t even remember in the morning - your bottom lip pouted out, hand steady rubbing circles on your clit, alcohol coursing through you.

“you can always booty call me kitten, give me ten-ish minutes and i’ll be there to help you okay?” you can just feel that he’s smiling on the other end of the line, the really soft one that melts your heart into a puddle. it’s reserved for times when you shock him. you calling at 12am to come over and fuck is definitely a shock because you are not that girl and never have been. but it still makes his heart swell that you called him.

“mkay daddy,” is all he hears you say before he clicks the end button.

you had thought that when he said he was coming it was to take you up on your offer and fuck you into the mattress until your legs can’t move - not to kiss your forehead and over your eyelids while you laid there on the bed in a drunken haze, making grabby hands at his dick through his pants.

he had walked through the door (which was unlocked but he would worry about that later) and heard you singing a song down the hallway, walking in and seeing you still rubbing yourself, but singing at the same time. it was hilarious and he wanted to laugh, but had a job to do first: be the honorable boyfriend that he was and take care of the girl he loved because she’s hammered and can’t even remember the words to Bohemian Rhapsody - bad sign.

“what did you do angel? get a little drunk?” he smiles down at you lovingly and with a little bit of humor gleaming in his eye, smoothing the hair away from your eyes and leaving a kiss upon each cheekbone.

“didn't mean to e m’sorry,” you hum with your eyes still closed, leaning into his hand that cupped the side of your face.

“you don't have to apologize baby, i’m just surprised is all...did anyone touch you? who drove you home?” he knew he should ask these questions in the morning when you can think straight and aren't struggling to open your eyes, but he just needed to know that he wasn't going to kill some creep that might have taken advantage of you.

“nu uh nobody t-touched me...erin took me in his car or whatever the hell that thing is called...just wanted you that's all,” you whisper, looking up at him with this lost look in your eyes, tracing around his lips and the rest of his face, noting how beautiful he really is.

“that’s good kitten, let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

“you don't wanna fuck me?” your voice is small and shy, disappointed.

he turns back to you on the bed, covering up your bare breasts in an attempt to hide you from his eyes. he gives you a look of sympathy and a nod.

“of course I do but aren't you a little sleepy?” he speaks softly, grabbing the advil from your bedside table and the half filled water bottle. he grins at the little nod of your head, so filled with love and adoration for you in this moment that he can’t hardly stand it. it’s random and bittersweet. you haven't done anything but booty call him, but in this moment it means something so much different.

“maybe a little bit...” you pout, struggling to sit up and take the water and pills that he has outstretched. he guides you with a gentle hand on your back, tilting the water into your mouth, making sure you swallow each pill before picking you up from the bed with strong arms and a warm kiss on your lips that has you sinking into his chest, snuggled up and safe. your arms wrap around his neck just as he starts walking you to your shower, setting you down on the toilet while he starts the shower.

on this night in particular, you blush like crazy when his hands start to peel your panties from your body, slowly down your legs and to the floor. his eyes resting on your pussy makes you want to hide like he’s never been nose deep snacking on his favorite meal before. it just felt different. and it was different because you never looked so fragile before.

you’re kissing at his bottom lip delicately, taking in the feeling of him right here right now in this moment, and loving every second of it, “get in with me?”

he knows you’ve already started to sober up just from the giggling that has been absent since he found you on the bed. but he nods anyway, removing his own clothes and guiding the two of you into the shower to wash the smell of alcohol from your body, caring touch smooth across your skin - shooting tingles through every nerve.

the shower was simple, short, but needed. it cleared your head more than he thought it would, and when you turned to look at him with a dreamy smile he knew it was you that did it and not the wine or the beer. it was the same smile that you gave him when he wrapped you in your towel and told you to wait only for a minute while he goes to get his hoodie that hangs in your closet that you always sleep in. he takes the time to slip into his own clothes - some sweats and a plain black t-shirt. he steps back into the room with a goofy little dance just to hear you laugh, dropping the towel and replacing it with the hoodie.

you knew you were going to have at least a little bit of a headache in the morning but it wouldn't be nearly as bad with all the care ethan is giving you right now.

he carried you right back to the bedroom where you refused to let go of the grip you had on his t-shirt, heart thumping from the smell of his cologne and the rubbing he’s doing on the small of your back.

“m’sorry e...” you whimper, kind of embarrassed that you acted so out of character.

“baby there is nothing to be sorry for, i’m just glad you called me. let’s get some sleep hm? i’ll make you some breakfast in the morning how’s that sound? some eggs? bacon? toast? i’ll even put cinnamon on it like you love.”

“oh jesus stop before I raid the kitchen and eat everything,” you groan, reaching out to pull him into the covers with you, hugging him close while your eyes start to droop shut. you’re exhausted and looking over to see it’s now 3am and you’ve spent so long being a mess is so embarrassing that you wanna forget the whole thing.

“you never cease to amaze me you know that?” is all he can say, knowing you’ll talk and tell him the whole story in the morning, but for now settling on kissing your forehead and holding you in his arms to be thankful nothing happened and you’re safe there with him.

“i’m a mess,” you giggle into the material of his shirt, slipping farther into sleep, warm and content with the one person you really wanted on a night like this.

he just continues rubbing the dimple at the bottom of your spine, hugging you to him with the other arm. he never knew what to expect from you, but one thing is for sure is that you always keep him on his toes and he can't get enough of it.

“but you’re my mess. and for the record, you can booty call me any day and the answer will always be yes.”

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king-crockett · 3 years

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flight 620

5am.

flight 620 - delaware - delayed - 8:00

“really?” rowan sighs as she plonks her bags down on the floor in front of her.

“you gotta move that bag sweetheart.” a southern accent sounds behind her “someone might take it.”

“i’m quite capable of looking after my stuff.” she retorts, the man now standing by her side, his eyes focused on the board.

“3 hours, huh?” he shrugs. “See you around, sweet.”

5:45am

rowan couldn’t stop thinking about that accent, or the way his hair was styled perfectly to suit his face - god, his face, he had the most incredible face.

“this seat taken, sweet?” the familiar voice says again, snapping her from her thoughts “looks like you started without me.”

the drink in her hand being topped up by the seedy barman.

“i’ve got three hours to kill, why not spend

it in here?” she smiles, looking around at the dark, old bar that was very out of place in the airport. “rowan, rowan flowers.”

“rowan flowers, beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” he winks “crockett, crockett marcel.”

she slowly takes a rather large ‘sip’ of her drink before asking, “delaware, business or pleasure?”

“business, maybe a little pleasure if there is any women as beautiful as you at the conference.” he smirks.

“you’re a doctor?” she laughs “didn’t see that one coming.”

“I’m one of the finest at gaffney, I’ll have you know.”

“gaffney?, impressive.” she smiles “try being in chief of the ed at east mercy.”

“a woman with power, i respect that.”

“here’s to successful women.” she raises her glass. “and cute southern doctors.”

6:54am

“crock-crockett.” she hiccups, a small, playful smile on her lips. “i’m d-drunk.”

crockett laughs, “we both are, you’re just sloppy.”

“sloppy, like when natalie manning and you hooked up because you nearly got fired.” she smirks.

“do you want me to tell will?” he raises his eyebrows playfully, “who hooked up with his brother? at their summer barbecue?”

rowan sighs, her hand dramatically, slapping the table in front of them. “shut your mouth marcel.”

“is that a threat doctor flowers?” he winks, the flirty nature she’d learnt all about in the past hour in full force. “are you going to shut it for me?”

rowan smiled, “you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

“another one on the list.” he says, nonchalantly.

“excuse me?” she frowns, unsure if she’d misheard. “fuck you marcel.”

“gladly.” he retorts.

8:05am

rowan was still unbelievably annoyed at crockett and his shitty attitude, she’d text jay and asked him if he was always like that, she knew a handful of people at med. luckily until today crockett wasn’t one of them.

“this seat taken darlin?” the familiar voice surprised her, again.

she continued to read the book in her hands, ignoring crockett.

“rowan, is this seat taken?” `

again, she ignored him. this time closing the blind and closing her eyes.

“i’m going to sit here, so i suggest you let me know if anyone is sitting here before they get back and i look like a dick.”

“i’ve met men like you.” she says, her face straight. “i dated one of you.”

“we’re all the same, do i know him?” he smirks, clearly not picking up on her mood.

“oh, i’m sure you do.” she sighs, “think about it really hard.”

admittedly, crockett was actually struggling to think of anyone he knew that could even remotely be a dick, ethan was a dick but he was, and had been with april for the longest time.

“rhodes?”

“and we have a winner everyone.” she says sarcastically “worst relationship of my life.”

crockett, for a moment felt sorry for rowan, he could see the pain on her face, even though her eyes were still closed.

“i’m sorry.” he says softly, pausing for a moment. “for how i spoke to you.”

“thank you.” she smiles gently, her eyes opening. “i’m not saying sorry, you deserved it.”

crockett held his hands up dramatically. “say no more.”

“i’ve got two shitty bottles of tiny plane wine on the way.” she smirks, “if you’d care to join me.”

“i’d like that.” he smiles. “here’s to drinking our problems away and too` powerful women.

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justformyself2 · 4 years

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San Francisco (Part Two)

Click here for Part One.

Hi, guys. It has been long, but it is finally here. I’m pretty happy to be posting this one and I hope you feel happy reading it.

There is going to be a part three, so stick around in case you like this one.

I have other stories if you want to check those out (i have to make a masterlist, but it easy to find them)

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Before you jump in, be advised:

. There is some cursing words, some f-bombs.

. Consumption of alcohol.

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"Morning guys." Dex greets enthusiastically, before bowing down to place a kiss on his bride-to-be's cheek.

You are staring too much, but you can't miss the view.

The gift of ignorance was a delicacy underappreciated, at least while it lasts. It would make you eternally grateful if Rachel could keep everything to herself till ten years later. She will be sitting at her fancy dinner table, arrived from France, laughing too much because of that one bottle of old wine, from another place in Europe, maybe from Spain, she won't remember quite well. Then after recovering from laughing, putting the last sip of wine on her glass, she will tell him the story. With a sad, mildly drunk expression, Dexter would stop laughing.

"Morning." You respond.

She smiles at him and goes back to reading the newspaper.

Rachel was good at this, controlled, on the surface, as a lawyer should be. It brings a mixture of fear and thankfulness, that hid underneath itself another problem that walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, just so you know, Claire is coming today, she just called." Her mouth moves and her eyes don't lookup.

Dex sighs and you get up with the last spoon of cereal still laying on your tongue. You take the bowl and go towards the sink, planning to stay a long time with your back turned.

"Morning everybody."

It was visible the tiredness in his voice, tone low and deep, while you washed the white ceramic bowl in auto mode.

"Morning." Dex and Rachel responded together, laughing afterward.

"That's cute."

A chair's screech filled the room before a previous subject arose again.

"So, she is really coming?"

Dex sounded worried.

"What, who is coming?" Now Ethan was worried too.

But why would he be worried about who was coming when he will be leaving tonight?

"Claire," Rachel says neutrally as before.

You place the bowl and the spoon carefully on the dish rack and spin back, spotting Ethan for the first time in the morning since you woke up to an empty bed.

He stares from the not very long distance, with no longevity, because you cut it right away going towards the door, a way out to the porch, out to where random people were laying in the sand.

Harsh winds of the morning shaping up weaves. You have to pay attention to that, to anything at all other than your head.

You sit at the wooden bench, that didn't quite match the rest of the design on the porch next to a luxurious white couch, a unique setting for a suffering old seat that didn't belong. The best guess, could it be someone's favorite? Why wouldn't they throw it away when they thought about putting a much better couch beside it? Why did it remind you of the ones in San Francisco?

"What the fuck am I thinking?"

"Am I interrupting something?"

Dex leans over, and your heart skips a beat from his sudden appearance.

He was observing. God knows for how long.

"No, I'm just thinking out loud, like a normal person."

He laughs, while you tried to shake the uncomfortable off, and takes a seat next to you.

The next thing was silence, what you observed to happen a lot when Dex would talk to anyone other than Rachel, something normal considering you two barely knew each other, but still. Dex was the type to slip under radar if it wasn't for his looks. He was quiet, polite, unlike the stereotypes set for someone on his position, he possessed some of the same traits Rachel had, good traits, that combined make them good people if you could only erase all the cheating behavior Ethan mentioned.

Now you see why his ex-fiancé wouldn't suspect them at all.

Yet, it was none of your business, and the only thing that kept you involved in this world was the one that wasn't sitting on this bench with you.

"It is a good view right?"

Dex asks, and it is clear that making small talk wasn't his thing, and you were on the same level right now. Smiles appear to compensate.

"Yes, it is amazing."

You breathe in, deep. It could be some type of nervous vibe easy to detect, hovering, or you were projecting.

"So, you and Ethan... You guys look good together."

"Oh, you think so?"

Your mouth open's in surprise, genuine surprise.

Before advancing to a judgment that could compromise, you try to relax and answer as naturally as possible.

"Yeah, I thought he was... Nevermind-." Dex interrupts the took, shaking his head and looking down at his feet.

"Gay?" You completed with confidence, spotting a mix of surprise and discomfort in the way he smiled back.

"Yeah. To be fair, Ethan gives the vibe sometimes." You continued, knowing that Dex was probably confused, reminiscing Ethan's lie about being gay so Claire would leave him alone, and the fool never cleared it out before moving to London.

Something bumps into the door, somewhat aggressively, and the first thing you recognized was the hand.

"What are you guys gossiping about out here?"

Ethan comes out to the porch, exchanging looks towards you and Dex, taking the space left between the two of you.

"I was just saying to (y/n) that I think you two make a great couple."

"Oh, you think so?"

Ethan responds, reclining his back against the bench and puts an arm around your neck. It is all that it takes to remind you why you escaped to the porch in the first place.

"And we were also talking about your gay vibes, babe."

"What?" He looks at you, confused.

"Yeah, like when you said you were gay to drive Claire away, like the mastermind player that you are. That is like, his thing Dex. He loves doing stuff like that-."

You incline forward to look at Dex, but Ethan blocks the view. His arm traps your body next to his chest, and you were obliged to stand up with him.

"Okay, babe. Do you want to take a walk on the beach? Hun? Dex, catch you later, bud." You don't resist since that at some point it all had to be addressed.

Ethan loosens the grip while you both were walking down the four steps. His hand travels down your arm slowly, and before you could cross them, he beats you by the timing and takes your hand.

You wait for a fair distance before taking your hand back.

"What was all that?"

Ethan asks. The audacity of the annoyed tone he used makes you start to walk faster in front of him.

"Does it matter? we are leaving tonight, right?"

"No, we're not leaving."

You stopped and turned around. Ethan faces you with both hands on his hips. You waited for some confirmation that he was messing with you.

"Ethan."

"Look, I talked to Rachel this morning, I apologized, and she decided to forget all it. It is going to be weird if I suddenly left. I'm her best friend."

"Oh, so that's why you left me this morning? To go talk to Rachel."

"I'm only trying to fix this, find an answer to make this right."

You complete the steps that separated both of you, being centimeters away from his face and the way he observed you.

"Look. Do what you want to do, every crazy pathetic thing you want, to get a woman that doesn't want you but don't use me and leave me like I'm nothing because I'm not your rebound anymore, Ethan."

You breathe in, feeling your chest rise and the beats of your heart multiply by the second. Suddenly there wasn't control over thoughts or words. Everything wanted to break loose.

"Are you even listening to yourself right now? 'I'm her best friend.' You mocked. " Stop using this bullshit to excuse what you are thinking. The answer is Dex, Rachel is not choosing you. She never did, not then and not now. You should do yourself a favor and get the fucking hint already Ethan."

You wanted to explode, wanted to scream. It wasn't the first time this same conversation took place between both of you, and yet, you were waiting for a different outcome that never happened before. It was useless. You saw it in his eyes. You saw it in the way he walked right past you and didn't look back.

(Ethan POV.)

There is something worse about positive emotions. Something buried underneath, and It's ugly, blinds you, makes you live in denial for a very long time, till it turns the question 'What the fuck am I doing?', into a daily mantra from a bad religion.

I asked this more times than it is possible to count. I asked a thousand times while I was doing my bags, and another thousand while I was on the plane watching (y/n) asleep. I asked it again for a couple more thousand times when I saw Rachel, and since then it has been a background sound for my thoughts, the usual ones she belonged.

Her face. Her laugh, ever-living memories, that insisted themselves on my central vision like jumping ghosts, obliging me to keep feeding my brain with any distraction. Sinking myself with work till numbness almost did the thing, but the closest I came to the remedy was (y/n).

That one night, I went out to the bar on my block, not feeling like me anymore after diagnosing myself with derealization through a quick search on google. The impression of furniture moving convinced me to run away from the claustrophobic place that became that apartment.

It all happened at some time past one in the morning, at the right time and place to meet someone like her, someone very different from me. I guess, just what I need it.

The crisp vision of things gives you a perspective, but she never centered around only one thing. (Y/N) was always in movement while I was still ruminating about Rachel and what I couldn't let go.

When the post-coital conversation started flowing, after weeks of our same scheme passed by, I realized that not everything was cold with (y/n), only the way she perceived love. The way she rolled her eyes when I talked about it, but not the way she makes it, which can make one confused at first and be careful at least.

I had reasons to strongly believed in my immunity because I knew I was still in love with Rachel. That was what my brain reminded me on the daily, being in love with an unavailable person was becoming a personality trait instead of a problem to be dealt with it, and it was that I accepted. Only at San Francisco, when I made no attempts to contact Rachel, I realized too late that I had mixed the medicine with alcohol, and now they had the same effect.

All of the past mess, mixing with the habit of sweeping things under the rug, made me start thinking about ending everything. Still, a burden compounded with a miracle came when we got back from San Francisco, and we discovered to be new working partners. The universe seemed to have done everything for me, except providing the answer I was still looking for when Rachel's wedding invitation arrived. I was about to mix the medicine with alcohol all over again.

When they hugged at the airport, my stomach ran laps. 'What the fuck am I doing?'. The mantra comes back again.

"Can I take your order, sir?"

A redhead girl, holding a notepad, appeared next to the table I occupied. Her Blythe doll eyes blinking at me.

How long was she there while I rewind all the past regrets only God knows.

"Sorry. I'm... I'm waiting for someone before ordering."

I simulate my way out of the situation with a smile. My wallet was at home, and it was a good thing because it was too early to drink something distilled.

"Oh, okay. I'll just leave the menu here."

She left two menus over the white cloth before leaving with a condescending smile.

I decided to spare some time. I faked looking at my clock and looking around at random times as if I waited for someone very tardy before I left the table. The Blythe doll eyes must be cursing me, and I deserve it.

The sun outside, hitting my eyes was already alarming hot, or London made me a stranger to the feeling of warmth. I look behind me, but there is only the bridge, and random people passing by.

It felt familiar to the place where Rachel and I spend time together, but like everything else after a while became a blur under what happened that night.

I can replay it quickly while continuing to walk with no destination.

It happened when Rachel smiled and ordered a Heineken. I was explaining the order to myself, controlling my eyes and planing my words, usually with gastric reflux would be burning the walls of my stomach, but now the house was quiet.

I was alone with her, after years, after long years and miserable scenarios played inside my head, and now there was total silence, the silence of death.

"What?"

Rachel asked, still smiling, brightly, I loved that fucking smile, I loved.

I loved.

"We need to talk."

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crystalwillow · 4 years

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My Eternity (Ethan x Casey)

"... Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow...... I love you too..... Goodnight babe. mwah!" Casey said softly down the phone to her soon to be husband. As she placed her phone to charge on the nightstand there was a light knock at her door, "it's open" she called out. It opened slowly and her bridesmaids filed in one by one. Jackie, Sienna, Aurora and Esme. "hey. how are you feeling?" Sienna asked as they all sat on the bed around Casey. "Pretty nervous if I'm being honest." she replied with a shaky voice, "hey. You've got this Valentine" Jackie encouraged as she wrapped her arm around Casey's shoulder, pulling her into a greatly appreciated tight hug. "Late night snack before bed girls?" Aurora asked, Casey sat up and looked at her "what is it?" she asked with narrowed eyes, "gluten free pizza with all your favourite vegetables plus a sprinkling of diced chicken" Aurora answered. The girls all looked at one and other before rushing out the room and down the stairs "Casey has the best taste for pizza. the first slice is mine!" Aurora and Casey heard Esme shout out as the three other girls raced towards the kitchen. The two left behind shared a chuckle before following them for a snack and glass of wine before bed.

--- 15 hours later---

Casey paced back and forth nervously in her room at the church waiting for word on her dress from Jackie and Esme, and the arrival of her hair and make-up artist from Aurora dand Sienna. "Okay.. it's okay Casey. everthing will be fine there's a whole 3 hours to go. they'll be here soon and everythiing will be fi--" She stops rambling to herself as her biggest fear completely takes over and she flops on the sofa bursting into tears. "Why me!?" she screams through her tears. She and Ethan had been planning this moment for the past 2 years.

They had been officially dating for a year when Ethan popped the question one night in the diagnostics room, as they were staying late to finish up some reports. Now 3 years later she's "backstage" at a church for her wedding a wreck because both her dress and make-up artist are stuck in traffic. She was a hyperventillating mess by now, she'd been crying for almost 45 minutes when a knock at the door sounded, followed by a deep soothing voice that was all too familiar. "Casey?? Sweetheart, it's me. Ethan. Look... I know we're keeping things traditional because you're respecting me, but I want to respect you too. I've heard about what's going on so I uh.. I'm out here in a t-shirt and jeans if you want to thr-" he's cut off by the door flying open and his soon to be wife running out in to his arms and sobbing into his neck. "it's ruined! everything is ruined!" she exclaimed through her tears. "hey! shhhhh, it's alright sweetie, I'm here." he cooed softly as he rubbed soothing circles on Casey's back.

Slowly he walked into the room and sat them down on the sofa as he cuddled Casey close. Slowly but surely with the small forehead kisses and whispers of sweet nothings she finely calmed down. "I'm sorry." Casey sniffled after a few moments of silence, Ethan brow forrowed. "Sorry for what?" He asked "This. I've messed everythi-" She started to ramble but Ethan stopped her with a finger to her lips "I don't want to hear none of that Valentine, do you understand?" he asked seriously but with the softest look on his face. She nodded. The two spent a few more minutes with each other, cuddling, laughing and sharing sweet kisses until Sienna came back. she gasped as she saw Ethan "The others are coming! quick! out... out!" She panicked urging Ethan out the room "I'll see you in a few Rookie" He smiled at Casey blowing her a kiss before leaving, mere moments before the room came to life with what felt like a million people to prepare her for the moment she had dreamt about her whole life. Marrying the love of her life. Her soulmate. Okay so he's a few years older but that doesn't matter, what matters is their love and respect for each other. The ceremony they're here for to tie them together for enternity.

--- 30 minutes to the ceremony ---

The girls are all inside their room having the finishing touches put to their outfits when there's a frantic knocking the the door. All four bridesmaids rush to answer it. on the other side you hear a frantic voice "Have you girls seen Ethan?!" Casey zoned out of the conversation as her phone pinged.

Ethan: peep out the window :)

Casey: Why?? ...

Ethan: Just.. please?

Sighing Casey set her phone down and peeped out the window and peeped out the window, only showing her head and neck. As her eyes focused she saw Ethan doing the same round the corner of the building and smiled wide, giggling to herself. She waved and blushed as Ethan blew her a kiss before disappearing round the corner. "Casey..." A voice sounded out behind her causing her to jump "What are you smiling at missy?" Jackie asked smugly, "oh, nothing. Just two birds who looked very much in love" Casey replied. Jackie, Aurora, Esme and Sienna all gave each other a knowing smile before turning back to Casey and wiggling their eyebrows "What? ..... What're you guys looking at me like tha- OOOOOH. no! stop! get your minds out of the gutter!" she laughed as she threw a pillow at Esme and one at Jackie. "Oi Valentine!" they shouted in unison and the world around the five of them went completely still for a moment "wow. That's the last time i'll hear that as my last name." Casey whispered with a tear coming to her eye but stopped it from falling. *ding ding ding ding ding ding* the bells started to chime singnaling the beginning of the wedding. "well...." said Sienna, supressing a smile as she looked around the room "Let's go and make you a Ramsey!" She cheered and the others joined in as casey grabbed her bouquet and followed them out.

As Casey stood behind the closed door,the nerves really hit her "Oh God... I'm doing this. I'm marrying Ethan Ramsey. phew" she rambled nervously "hey! It's going to be fine" Ethan's dad told her soothingly "What if I trip and fall on my face though? I already had one breakdown tod-" She started rambling again but was cut off by the bolt on the other side of the door moving. Letting out a deep breath, she looped her arm through Alan's and they began walking down the aisle, as Casey walked down towards Ethan he looked down to wipe tears from his eyes. Soon, they were standing opposite each other and exchanging vows. Ethan cleared his throat and looked at Casey with a smile "Rookie. That's how this whole thing started... you helped me rescue a woman in the reception area on your way to orientation when you didn't need to stop. as that year went on you infuriated me more and more with your persistance to be kind to me when I was, quite frankly, being an asshole to you. But then we... hooked up. I had shut that kind of thing out of my life for years. To be honest, I'd given up on finding "the one" who I would end up marrying. But you came along and changed everything. I... You showed me the feeling of love again that I had blocked out. I feel normal again and I want to thank God for putting you in my life because if it wasn't for you I believe I would have become a stubborn drunk by now. Thank You for everything you've done and will continue to do. I love you" he finished up and kisses away a tear rolling down Casey's cheek. "you look beautiful" he whispered in her ear.

"I now pronouce you husband and wife." the priest announced after Casey and Ethan exchanged "I do's" and rings. They leave the church to hollering and applause, with bursts of confetti coming from random people. As they reached the steps, Ethan picked Casey up "Ah! Ethan!" she giggled as he carried her to their limo that would take them to their reception and then their new house at the end of the night.

--- At the reception ---

The reception was in full swing as Ethan and Casey sat at their table watching their guest enjoy themselves. Sighing happily Casey looked up at Ethan and kissed his cheek. "I love you Mr.Ramsey" she said, he looked down at her and smiled "I love you too Mrs.Ramsey" he smiled and kissed her lips sweetly. She giggled giddily and hugged him tightly. Ethan's dad approached the table with someone in tow, making Ethan rise to his feet to stand in front of you protectively. "I found this guy outside. He said he knows Casey." Alan stated as Casey looked up and saw Landry who gave a nervous smile and wave "You weren't invited." Casey said coldly as her face turned sour, "I know but we were friends and I wa-" Landry started to explain as Casey moved past Ethan getting into his face "Exactly WERE friends. But you decided to try and get my license revoked and almost cost me my job, when I was doing what was right for the paitient. She passed away happy! and YOU!" She said raising her voice louder and louder by the minute as she jabbed her finger into his chest and pulled her shoulder out of Ethan's comforting grip, "YOU WERE. PART. OF IT. But you left that part out to save your ass! So no. we are no longer friends because you are a TWO FACED, BACKSTABBING, MAN-WHORE, WHO NEEDS LEAVE MY RECEPTION AND GET OUT OF THIS BUILDING RIGHT NOW. GO!" she shouted as she pointed to the door. "i- okay" Landry said as he turned to leave. Ethan pulled Casey close to his chest, pressing a kiss to her head, "Get rid of him dad. Please, for Casey's sake." He told his father who obligied and escorted Landry out. "Hey. it's okay" Ethan cooed to Casey sweetly as he hugged her tightly as Jackie and everyone else came running over to support her "are you okay Case?" Elijah asked, "I brought you Champagne" Sienna said as she held out the flute to her best friend. Casey took it with a smile and a small "thank you" as she took a sip. "I think we should go dance. All of us. We've come so far together. Aaaaand, I wanna have fun tonight" She smiled as she placed the flute on the table next to Ethan's beer. "Macarena circle?" Bryce suggested, his eyes glistening with mischief "WOOOOO!" everyone cheered and rushed to the dance floor as Bryce went and asked for the song before joining the circle. Together they danced and laughed the night away.

Before they knew it Ethan and Casey were pulling up to their new home they would share for the rest of their lives. "Casey.... honey.." Ethan whispered as he gently woke his new wife up "Hm?" Casey hummed as she sat up looking confused "We're home" Ethan said softly and Casey responded with a smile. After he had stepped out, Ethan held out his hand to help Casey out of the limo and together they stepped into their new home ready to start the next chapter of their lives together.

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Blurb: Drunk, little Baby [Grayson]

Summary: When Gray and (Y/N) and Gray attended a big influencer party, (Y/N) had a little bit too much to drink. In the middle of the party she found herself in a big crowd, making her anxious and Grayson had to take care of her drunken state.

You swore to yourself, you wouldn’t get wasted tonight. You really did. You knew that you couldn’t handle that much alcohol. “Just one more glass”, you told yourself after you already have had a couple. You and Grayson were at an event, which was being attended by lots of influencers and creators and Gray had asked you to come with him as his plus one.

You started to feel dizzy and even tho you knew you needed you stop, you grabbed another glass of wine. “Baby, I think you had enough”, Grayson’s hand stopped you from taking another sip. “Nahh, I want anothe-”, you couldn’t really control your mouth, which made Grayson chuckle. “You, you definitely had enough”, he laughed and took the glass out of your hand. “You look like you need a good night sleep, we should head home”, he said, but you gripped the sleeve of his white shirt and leaned against him, while putting your chin onto his thorax and looking up to him. “Noooo, I’m having fun, are you not having fun? I can make you have fun”, you uttered and grabbed his hands to pull him to the dance floor.

It was hard to move your feet in those heels, it was quite a challenge to not trip over your own feet. “You can barely walk”, Gray shouted over the loud music, while he held you firmly, so you wouldn’t fall. “Of course I can, duh”, you wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the music. “You’re damn wasted”, he thought it was amusing to see you in this state and you responded with an eye roll. “Shut up”, you babbled. “Make me”, he grinned. A seductive was planted on your face and you pulled him to you by his collar to press your lips against his.

He looked incredible that evening, you wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and this kiss just made you want him even more. Your hands wandered to his hair, slightly pulling on them. He liked it, no, he loved it, cause you felt how he moaned into your mouth. “You look so hot”, he groaned and his hands that rested on your waist gave you a firm squeeze. He loved that tiny red dress you were wearing, which showed off your body real well. You lightly bit his lip and let it go with pop.

Suddenly you lost balance and almost fell backwards, but Gray quickly reacted and caught you. “Ok I think, you need to go to bed”, he smiled as Ethan coincidentally walked by. “E, can you have a look on her? We’re leaving and I am getting our jackets real quick”, he asked him and you gasped for air. “I don’t need a babysitter”, your hands on your hips, you gave him THE look. The look you always give him, when you’re he does something you not approve of.

“Don’t see him as a babysitter, more like as someone who prevents you from doing something stupid”, he left with a kiss on your cheek and left you alone with Ethan. The people around you started to push, which made you anxious, since you were claustrophobic. You dug your nails into Ethan’s arm as you felt how close the people actually got and you started to panic. “(Y/N), are you alright?”, Ethan stared at you, clearly worried about you. Your breathing became uncontrollably fast while you tried to look for protection in Ethan’s arms. “Too many people”, you somehow managed to say and he immediately understood. He quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulder and navigated you through the crowd. His tall frame was able to protect you from the pushy people, but your drunken state made the feeling even worse.

You felt how you got sick, you needed fresh air. Immediately. On the way out you bumped into Gray’s hard chest and he immediately knew that something was wrong. “Too many people, I think she is having a panic attack”, Ethan explained and not even a second later you were welcomed by your boyfriend’s arms, that guided you outside. Along with Ethan.

He put your jacket around your shoulder as soon as you got outside and got hit by the cold breeze. “I am not feeling well”, you stated and felt a wave of sickness before you let everything out in the next bush you found. A warm hand was placed on your back, rubbing it, which calmed you down. “I feel like shit”, you mumbled and stayed on the ground in case you had to throw up again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you”, he knew that you were scared of large crowds - he didn’t want to imagine how frightened you were. “No, it’s ok”, you mind started to clear up a bit, but you still felt drunk. “Are you feeling better?”, Gray’s voice was calm as soon as you started to breath properly again. “Yeah”, you answered and got up with Gray’s help. Your legs were still wobbly, so Grayson offered you support, by sneaking his arm around your waist.

“Thanks E for taking care of her”, Gray said to his brother, who just nodded like it was nothing. You were like his little sister, he did everything to protect you. “Slowly, don’t hit your head”, he held the back your head when he placed you on the passenger seat in his porsche. Suddenly you didn’t feel that quirky anymore, more like you just wanted to sleep for the rest of your life.

Lately at home he helped you into your PJ’s and put you to bed. “I guess you’re too exhausted and drunk to remove your make-up”, he sighed and got the remover from the bathroom. You didn’t really realize what he did, you were already half asleep. Gray knew that skincare was important to you, so he started to gently remove your make up.

“Goodnight, angel”, you felt his lips against your temple, before you drifted off to sleep.

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dxlansfxck · 5 years

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Painting Flowers [G.D] 03

Deep inside his head, Grayson knows for sure that he should break the kiss, push her off and maybe even insult her for kissing him. He really wanted to insult her, make her feel bad for what she did, for kissing her mother’s boyfriend, but all he did was deepen the kiss. Pull her even closer and bury his hands in Y/N’s unruly hair. He was even moaning into this kiss that gave him much more than it should. The bottle of wine on the table was long forgotten as Y/N breaks the kiss just to pull Grayson inside the living room, not caring about going into either of their bedrooms, but letting themselves fall down onto the cold leather couch. If this was a bad romantic movie, they’d probably end up on a piano or something, but the couch seemed good enough and suddenly, Grayson didn’t mind the cold leather object right now.

The kiss was broken by now, but the electricity between them was still tingling, as if little sparks would light up on their naked skin that would touch from time to time. They almost ate each other with their gazes, looking at the opponents still-clad body in the pale moonlight until their lips met with greed. To be honest, it must have looked like cannibalism to any one other than themselves. The smacking sounds and groans echoing through the entire room.

It didn’t take either of them by surprise that soon enough their shirts and pants flew off and around the room. Grayson almost ripped Y/N’s leggings in half in order to get them off her body. He muttered a reverent “Wow” while scanning her body, trying to memorize every little detail: the freckles that were splattered over her arms, neck and face, a few birth marks on her stomach, some scars and even little tattoos that were placed around her pale skin that seemed to reflect the moonlight that was shining through the opened patio door. Her body was like a map that Grayson still had to learn, to memorize little details and spots to find his way on it. But it was a map that he definitely wanted to get to know and reveal to himself.

Y/N on the other hand already knew how ripped and big Grayson was since he walked around shirtless every night, sleeping in only his boxers and not caring about his mostly permanent bulge in his sport shorts. Little did she know how soft his skin was. Her black fingernails tracing some of his veins along his arms, making Grayson shudder under her touch. As soon as his pants were gone, Y/N took her time to study his tattooed thighs. Licking her lips at the thought of herself on top of them, rubbing her clit against the hairy thickness. His biceps were more prominent now that he was holding himself up over her tiny figure and once their eyes locked, both of them were hypnotized. The moon being the only light source made everything even more magical, the alcohol obfuscated their senses, the lust ruling over their bodies.

Of course, it was mostly hate that Y/N felt towards Grayson, but only because she fell for him a long time ago. She hated him for loving her mother. She was jealous, she knew that. Every night she used to either cry or vomit to the sounds they made in the bedroom, hearing them fuck was worse than hearing them whispering sweet promises to each other. Sometimes she even ignored the sounds her mom made and just concentrated on Grayson’s low moans while touching herself, feeling naughty and ashamed while doing so.

Neither of them thought that this situation would ever be happening – but neither of them wanted to stop it, both quietly thanking the alcohol for offering them this opportunity.

Grayson’s blood was boiling, both of their breaths were faltering while their glances were still locked. Suddenly, as if it was a planned move, both of their desires were taking over them while their lips met once again, Y/N’s fingernails marking Grayson’s back to prevent him from breaking the kiss once more, which shouldn’t have happened this night at all.

The situation became heated quickly again, so Y/N took her chance to change their roles. She climbed on top of Grayson and started to prep his entire neck with a mixture of sweet little kisses, soft nibbles and even some bites here and there – Grayson didn’t mind at all. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and his mind was going absolutely crazy. One of his hands found their way into the messy hair of her affair – which was exactly what she was. An affair. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew he was about to cheat on his girlfriend that he somehow still loved, kind of. He should love her. Even though he felt guilty, he couldn’t deny how Y/N’s lips felt on his neck, how incomparable and satisfying it was to have her on top of him. Her teeth were now working on his chest, even biting slightly into his nipple. “Fuck.”

Grayson couldn’t control himself anymore, pushing Y/N off his body and howling over her, holding her upper arm in a tight grip while growling at her to show who’s in charge, grinning at the challenging look on her face. And then she did it – she growled back at him, causing his neck hair to erect, leaving goosebumps all over his body. Soon enough, Grayson’s hand was wrapped around her neck, his thumb pressing against her chin to lift it up, just to capture her lips once more. Their tongues fighting over dominance while Y/N chokes him as well, her tiny hand not even fitting halfway around his thick throat. Spit was dribbling down their chins, loud smacking sounds were heard, but as soon as Y/N was about to touch his bulge, Grayson jumps in desperation, rushing through the living room. “FUCK!”

His hands were running through his messy hair, almost running in circles while looking over to an almost naked Y/N. “Fuck, are you fucking serious? I’m with your mother! Fuck, what if Luna…”, Grayson quickly collected all of his clothes and ran into the bathroom, trying to cool himself down with a cold shower, sobering up through the fear of anyone realizing what he just did. The alcohol must be out of his system because his mind was crystal clear at this moment. His thoughts were wandering to Luna while he tried to scrub everything he just did off his body. Would Y/N dare to tell her mother? Would Grayson himself tell her? Y/N. He didn’t even think about her, what did she feel during all of this? “I couldn’t care less” was all he said to calm himself down, not caring about broken teenage hearts. He throws his head back into the waterjet as he breathed in deeply – and swallowed a bunch of water. Karma just got him.

It felt like hours – even the mirrors were misted by the steam – when Grayson stepped out of the shower, drying himself off quickly before grabbing the towel around his hips and walking into his bedroom to quickly change into boxer shorts and a shirt, just to make sure Y/N wouldn’t see anything if she decided to look for him. He was frustrated because one, he was horny as fuck, and two, he felt guilty, but not because of Luna. He felt guilty because he enjoyed her daughter more than her boring ass self.

Luna didn’t come back home from work in the early mornings, which led to the awkward situation of Grayson and Y/N meeting at the breakfast table, not knowing what to say at all. Just like Grayson, Y/N seemed to be waiting to go downstairs, just to prevent the position they both were in right now. The older man started the coffee machine, filling his cup with the burning liquid before spreading some avocado on a piece of toasted bread. The cautious girl just grabbed a banana while sitting down onto the kitchen counter, carefully watching Grayson while drinking a cup of water. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder, not caring to watch her at all. That’s what he thought at least. He quickly put his used knife in the dish washer before sitting down at the dining table while scrolling through his phone, texting with Ethan and even looking around Instagram.

Y/N, who wasn’t wearing anything besides a sports bra and some booty shorts due to the fact that she just came back from a run, was sitting in his field of vision, eating her banana while being focused way too hard on the giant sitting across from her. She decided to quickly hop off the counter just to sit at the table as well. She copied his actions by grabbing her phone, sending some snaps to her friends while slowly sliding her foot upwards his leg, burying it into his crotch area. Grayson gasped quietly, but doesn’t show off any arousal while finishing his toast. Just in this moment, Luna walked into the kitchen, smiling widely and pressing a kiss on each of their foreheads. “Good morning, family.”

“He’s not family.” Y/N’s toes were wiggling around his bulge, earning an angry look from Grayson. Luna ignored her, taking a sip from Grayson’s mug before sitting down next to her daughter.

“So, what did you two do last night?” She smiles at Y/N, but it fades into a frown as soon as she sees all the love bites and scratches around her neck. “Well, doesn’t seem like I have to ask you about your night. We don’t have to repeat the talk, do we? Please tell me you know how protection works, hun.” Y/N shakes her head while smirking at Grayson. Luna seemed to be confused, then started laughing hysterically. “Oh babe, when I meant you should talk with her, I for sure didn’t mean that kind of conversation. But, well, thank you for trying.” Then she went straight to bed, trying to get the rest that she missed the past days due to her many jobs.

If looks could kill, Y/N would already be dead, twisting and turning around in her grave. Grayson was fuming. “Are you fucking serious?” She just nodded, smiling like the angel she for sure isn’t.

“Yeah, I don’t have anything to loose, neither you nor her. So, will you tell her that you made out with her little, drunk, innocent girl? Or shall I tell her that you came home blackout drunk and forced me to kiss you?” Y/N’s smirk grew wider and wider while the crease in between Grayson’s eyebrow became deeper with every word she said.

“Neither! You keep your mouth shut, I keep mine shut, that’s it. And, even if you tell her, what would you think could happen? Angel, do you really think your mother would believe you? She even wants to send you to a Boarding School because of your behavior. Sorry, there’s nothing do to for you.”

Grayson leaves the kitchen with one last shrug to lay down in the living room. But who would’ve thought – Y/N followed him. And then she did the unbelievable, placing her small figure onto his thick thighs, getting comfy in his lap while frowning. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t want you to be mad at me,” her fingers started to trace his tense chest muscles over his shirt. “You can punish me, if you want to.” Her lips came in contact with his ear lobe while Grayson tried not to moan out loud. “Or you’re just fucking me right here and there, Daddy.” Her words were nothing more than a breath of air, but Grayson understood. Damn right he did. He growls loudly, not able to stop the sound coming straight from his chest, before pushing her off his lap and grabbing after the television remote. But Y/N doesn’t begrudge him the rest.

“Daddy, don’t ignore me. Please, Daddy. Damn, do I have to touch myself or will you just do it?” The whining sound of Y/N’s voice, her grabby hands and her fucking short outfit drove Grayson crazy – and brought him in a special mood. He glances at his watch, realizing that Luna would be asleep the next 6 hours. Without waking up.

“Crawl back onto my lap, kitten. One more sound and I’ll double the amount, understood?” He watches Y/N emotionless, trying to hide his smirk as soon as he made contact with her now shy eyes. She nods – curious but also nervous – before climbing back onto his thighs, laying down on her stomach and trying to get comfortable. Grayson didn’t even wait for her to lay correctly before bringing his hand back down onto her exposed ass cheeks, slapping it quite hard, wanting her to know who the boss in this situation was. Y/N didn’t mind. She grinned, waiting for what would happen next.

At the beginning, Grayson felt kind of weird to actually spank her, but as soon as he sees her ass bounce and wiggle in front of him, seeing her squirm under his touch and moan against her own arm, he started to get really into it – he pushed her shorts even higher to expose her entire ass for him. Her cheeks were already stained by his enormous hand prints, red and swollen, but Grayson didn’t stop. Y/N started to mewl, making Grayson’s dick twist inside his boxers. He softly brushed his fingers through her hair, whispering a soft “Ssh” before slapping her once more. She wanted punishment, so she got it. „That was the last one.“ „Fuck“, was all that Y/N could say, surprised by the amount of pain, but still smirking. “But I liked it, to be honest.”

Grayson just rolled his eyes while pushing Y/N off himself once more. “That was enough for now, huh?” Then he grabbed the remote and did what he wanted all the time: relax.

He woke up with an aching pain inside his pants that made him moan in frustration. Without even opening his eyes, he laid back into a more comfortable position, his head on the couch rest. Then he realized where he was – still on the couch, not with Luna in their bed. It couldn’t be Luna that surprised him. Now he was fully awake, opening his eyes quickly. “You can’t just get enough, huh?” His voice was still raspy and causes Y/N to shudder. Her lips were currently placing sweet little kisses around his belly button while softly palming his now throbbing dick through his shorts. He just grinned, watching the girl in front of him but not caring to touch her at all. He wanted to know how far she’d go – and how desperate she was. “Daddy, please. You started something that we need to finish now..” That filthy little thing really got turned on while Grayson was slapping the living hell out of her. He laughed in disbelief, grabbing her cheeks between one of his hands.

“You really think you could wake me up, disturb my fucking sleep, just because you’re horny?” He shakes his head, looking at Y/N in disguise. “Just because of that, I should spank you once more. And just to clarify it: you’re only allowed to come when you’re told, alright?” Y/N just nods, not breaking the intense eye contact. “Use your words, little one. That’s why you were born with a tongue.”

“Yeah, I understood…” “I think you forgot something”, he raised an eyebrow while pinching one of her perky nipples, making Y/N moan directly. “Yes, Daddy.”

Grayson nods in agreement and grabs Y/N’s head once more. “I’m too tired to punish you, you’re lucky. But you started something”, he turned her head into the direction of his full erect cock, “that you need to finish now. You should be thankful that you’re allowed to suck Daddy’s cock that early, huh?” Grayson quickly removes his shorts, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, before pressing the younger girl directly onto it, burying his aching shaft inside her throat, amused by the gagging sounds she made.

Maybe it wasn’t such a stupid idea to get this going, was all he thought while closing his eyes and relaxing back into the couch, enjoying one of the best blowjobs in his life.

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ethanplaysfavorites · 5 years

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Scared to Be Lonely – part 2 (Ethan Ramsey X MC)

Note: You can read part 1 here. Thank you all so much for the feedback, I’m so glad you liked it! I hope you’ll like this one too 😊 Also after seeing this amazing post from @thirstyforvillains I decided to accept that Ethan looks exactly like David Gandy which means I’ll include gifs from this point on.

Note #2: Taylor Westbrook is my MC so I’ll use her this time.

By the time she walked into his apartment, Ethan had already put a new bottle of wine on the kitchen island, ready to pour some for the both of them. This made Taylor think, though.

“You said you drove to the park,” she began with raised eyebrows. When he nodded, she went on. “But you’d drunk quite a lot of wine before that trip.”

Ethan let out a long sigh and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Yes, that… wasn’t a wise move but in my defense, I didn’t have much choice.”

“You could’ve just stayed in this neighborhood,” Taylor pointed out with a teasing smile, knowing perfectly well he went all the way there just to meet her.

“Sure, I could have,” he replied as he handed her one of the glasses. “But I knew Jenner would prefer the park.”

Nodding, she looked down and scratched the back of the dog’s ear. If Ethan really didn’t want to tell her the truth, she wouldn’t push him, especially not today. By now she knew he would start talking eventually so there was no point rushing him.

Silence fell between them and Taylor began to wonder what to think of this situation. When she sat on the couch, he did the same, and this time he sat much closer than he’d done earlier that day. In general, he was sending mixed signals to her recently, and most of the time she had no idea what to do.

This man was the reason she came to Edenbrook. She looked up to him. She even considered him some sort of a mentor. But things had changed recently. He began to open up, talking about his personal life when she asked him about it. Every now and then, especially during the past week or two, Taylor thought about what she really wanted.

Despite what he usually said, Ethan was almost like a friend. But times like this, when he clearly let his walls down, things became different. Things were more… intimate. And this was confusing and even a little scary because they hadn’t known each other for that long. It was a little too fast.

“Is everything okay?”

When she turned to him, Ethan rested his elbow on the back of the couch and watched her as he took a sip of his wine. She hadn’t noticed how mesmerizing his eyes were before but now… It was hard to focus.

In the end she cleared her throat and said, “Yeah, I was just thinking.”

But while she spoke, all she could think about was a part of Taylor Swift’s song Gorgeous. ‘Ocean blue eyes, looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die.’ It was so stupid, she honestly felt like she was a teenager again, having some stupid schoolgirl crush on someone.

She pulled up her knee to finally face him and the two of them watched each other for a while, both waiting for the other to break eye contact first. The silence in the room wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. No, it felt good and natural, and she didn’t really want it to end. They were lost in their own little world, like a bubble that temporarily kept them away from the harshness of the real world.

“Thank you for coming here,” he suddenly told her with a grateful smile.

“That’s the least I can do,” Taylor replied softly, raising her glass. “Hey, why don’t we watch a movie?”

“What movie?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Well, I mean, you told me you hadn’t seen ‘It’ yet.”

“‘It’?” Ethan asked with raised eyebrows.

“The movie based on Stephen King’s novel?” When he shook his head, she let out a tired groan, not ready to explain what the movie was about. Instead she only put her glass on the coffee table and said, “Come on, you need a distraction.”

He thought for a couple of seconds then, after seeing the pleading look in her eyes, he nodded. “Alright, fine.”

“Great!” Taylor said as she happily clapped her hands.

Though he didn’t say it, she could have sworn Ethan actually enjoyed the movie. Sometimes she glanced over at him and noticed a faint smile on his lips which was a good sign. It meant he could finally forget about his problems, even if just for a little while. When the movie ended, they said goodnight to each other and she took a quick shower before heading to bed.

She was tired and fell asleep almost right away, but after only an hour or two she woke up to an unfamiliar melody, as if someone was playing the piano somewhere near. As she listened closely, she realized it came from the living room. With a frown she got out of bed and walked there to see what was going on. Out there he found Ethan sitting on the bench, so lost in the song he played that he didn’t notice her entering the room.

“Wow, I didn’t notice there was a piano here,” she noted when she stopped next to him.

Ethan stopped and turned to look at her, dark circles already forming under his eyes. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it.” She sat down next to him and pressed a key or two just to try it. After taking a deep breath, she looked over at the attending. “Can’t sleep?”

“I have a lot of things on my mind,” he admitted quietly, his attention turning back to the keys as he began to play again.

Taylor closed her eyes and listened to the melody for a few seconds before clearing her throat to get his attention and make him stop. When he did, she said, “I assume it’s not the first time lately.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he replied with a nod as he looked up at her. “Is it that obvious?”

“You look tired, you’re grumpier than usual… Yeah, it’s obvious,” she said with a sad smile.

Without answering he looked away and let out a sigh. She had no idea what was going on but she guessed he just needed some time to figure out how to say what was on his mind. Sure enough, a few minutes later he finally turned back to her and said, “I hope you know that if I snap at you at work, it’s not personal. Don’t take it too seriously, okay?”

“Why?”

“Because you,” he began slowly, but his voice faded and he didn’t finish the sentence. “I just have a lot on my mind with Naveen’s case, leading the diagnostics team and dealing with that competition. And I’m not… exactly known for my patience.”

“That one I know,” she noted with a small laugh.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair and looked away. She found it suspicious, especially after noticing the hurt look in his eyes. But what really broke her heart was the way he suddenly said, “I’m sorry, Taylor.”

Without thinking she shook her head and put a hand on his leg. “No, it’s okay, I’m not mad. I’m just worried about you, that’s all,” she added, even flashing a supportive smile at him.

Slowly Ethan reached out to sweep a strand of hair behind her ear, then he rested his palm on her cheek. Taylor didn’t move, she didn’t speak, she just waited for him to finally do or say something. He was clearly struggling, battling his own feelings, but there was nothing she could do about it now. This was something he had to figure out alone, she simply couldn’t push him.

Soon he leaned forward, only stopping when his lips were just an inch away from hers. He hesitated. Taylor could feel his long fingers on her cheek, his warm breath on her lips, and the anticipation slowly drove her crazy. Why didn’t he kiss her? What was he waiting for?

Suddenly he gulped and leaned back to build some distance between them. “We should probably get some sleep,” he said hoarsely.

“Yes, you’re right,” she lied without missing a beat.

They both stood up and hurriedly retreated to their own bedrooms without saying anything else to each other. Of course, she wasn’t stupid, she knew perfectly well why he did it. Ethan was her boss. She took part in the competition to get a spot on his team. The thought of the two of them being more than co-workers or simple friends was… outrageous, unethical and unprofessional.

PS: I’m evil. And that’s definitely NOT how I was planning to end this part. It just... happened. // If you found typos and/or other errors, I’m sorry, but it’s late, I’m tired, and I really wanted to post this tonight.

PS #2:That gif was a terrible idea. Looking at all those gifs was torture. Why am I doing this? BTW the source is weheartit.com.

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