he’d always just randomly do it too!! or if you were annoyed by them, he would just randomly start kissing them.
for example you’re wearing a bikini and you can see the stretch marks on your butt and back, and you just couldn’t take it anymore. “i hate them” you frowned, making grayson frown.
you looked beautiful and you’re stretch marks are beautiful.
so he kissed them, nearly making you cry.
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Jade hugs him from behind all the time. She never gets over how warm and wide his body is. She likes pressing her cheek to his back or kissing his tattoo.
She catches him doing the dishes for her. He knows how much she hates a mess, especially when she wasn’t the one who made it, so there he was, scrubbing the dirty plates for her.
He doesn’t even know she’s in the room. He assumed she was curled up on the couch, binge-watching a true crime series.
But she is right behind him, smiling to herself. She creeps closer to him, finally snaking her arms around his waist and placing her hands on his stomach. He flinched briefly, only because he thought he was alone, but he knows it’s her immediately.
“Hey,” he says quietly, lightly rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand.
“Hi,” she rests her cheek against his back, closing her eyes as she just takes him in. The smell of his laundry detergent. The soft fabric of the plain black t-shirt he wears nearly every day. She can feel the heat of his skin through the material. Naturally, her grip tightens, giving him a big squeeze before sliding her arms back around. She places a kiss on his shoulder before disappearing back into the living room.
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a small blurb written about grayson and his love language <3
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Grayson and physical touch:
grayson constantly wants to be near you. he finds it hard to think or concentrate when you aren’t at least in the house. sometimes you’re all he thinks about while grayson pouts at home waiting for your arrival. he just can’t help how attached he is to you - mental and physically.
one big thing with grayson is cuddling. in the car, in the sitting room, in bed, weirdly enough in the pool. He usually likes to do it, in bed though. Grayson just loves laying down with you after along day - and you never complain when his body is pratically crushing yours. you kiss his forehead and let him rest. In the sitting room, usually you’re both watching a series or movie and the cuddling just comes natural. You guys just end up intertwined. when he’s drunk he’s so cuddly, he really doesn’t care who sees, he even more obsessed with you drunk - a big baby in fact.
holding hands is also a big one for him. again, sometimes it’s not something he’s aware he’s doing. It’s almost like a reflex of some sort. If he can’t hold your hand, say if you’re out for dinner, he just places his hand on your thigh and rubs his hand up and down it - it definitely works you up, but you love it. When you guys hold hands, he makes sure everyone’s sees it. he’s like a kid in disney, swinging your hands to a tune you can’t hear.
Grayson and quality time:
time together is a must.
you guys especially picked friday night as a sort of catch up night. You order a takeout, have a movie on in the background, talk about what’s been going this week etc. Grayson really loves seeing how passionate you are about your work, family and friends. He thinks that’s why he loves you so much - because you communicate and do it so well. if you want space, you communicate. if you want to spend more time together, you communicate. it’s a trait grayson wished he had sometimes. But he’s learning along the way.
late night drives are the best way to spend some quality time together. You both love your rest and sleep, but sometimes you just need to get out and go for a drive. Sometimes you even drive to a local beach and sit out on a blanket and listen to the waves. Those moments are something grayson never wants to forget.
Especially around this time of year, halloween shopping is some hardcore quality time for gray. picking out costumes, buying way too much candy - grayson wanting to put a baby in you so bad after seeing you with the trick or treaters. And after halloween is over, you watch a horror movie (which leaves me to go back to the cuddling because you both can’t handle horrors) and you proudly eat most of the halloween candy! you’re not ashamed.
Grayson and words of affirmation:
grayson loves hyping you up. He’s the ultimate hype master. always commenting on your posts, hyping you up while you’re getting changed. constantly wondering how you ended up with him.
“baby, how the fuck do you look like that?” he asked kissing the side of your head, his hands moving down your body to rest on your hips. you just shrugged smiling and blushing like a fool. He just always knew how to make you feel loved - always. he never missed. Grayson almost gets offended when you call yourself ugly, he genuinely does. because you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met. But he does love telling you at least five times a day.
He especially loves it when you praise him too. it really keeps him going. And you really know when’s he’s in some sort of rut and just needs a few words of encouragement, like if he was editing. “looks great honey” or “fuck! that looks so coo”
or if he’s not feeling himself one day, you take it upon yourself to hype him because again, he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen! and you honestly don’t mind telling him that every single day.
it could just be a simple “look so good today!”
and it would just make his day completely, the smile wouldn’t wipe of his face even if he tried.
Grayson and acts of service:
Grayson likes to do things for you. Which you hate sometimes. When you move into together you split the chores and jobs you have to do in half and then swap around - it’s only fair. But if grayson had his own way, you wouldn’t be lifting a finger.
he does the dishes and you dry. but sometimes he just drys them anyways, which gets him an annoyed partner but a lot of brownie points. or when he strips the bed without any help, and nearly tore a muscle in his leg - he just likes to do things for you, it’s the way he communicates his love and you get that.
when’s it’s time to clean the toilet and shower, he doesn’t even let you near the cleaning supplies he’s already on it. He literally insisted he’d do it. You were never letting this man go, he willingly cleaned the bathroom.
dinner is on you, grayson loves it when you make food. because it’s the most devine food ever. He’s not even milking it, it’s honestly so good.
these acts of service make gray feel wanted and loved. domestic even, something he’s wanted to feel for a long time.
and he finally got that with you <3
SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK [TEASER]
Slow dancing. The only passionate dance where you can’t truly see your partners face. Such a passionate dance. That’s what Grayson felt his relationship with Y/N was. And it truly was. It was supposed to be intimate and that was it. No feelings; Just pleasure
Impersonal, is what some would call it. He knew her, he knew every inch of her, but not the way he wanted to know her. He wanted to know what she liked. What she disliked. Things that no one knew about her. Like her favorite band, which he already knew, but other things that were meaningful to her.
maybe a late night drive, turned into some late night snacks!! you convinced grayson after about 15 minutes of driving, to get some ice cream. after some puppy dog eyes, his was convinced. he was going to say yes anyways, but he liked seeing you beg. (in more than one way)
“i want vanilla” you requested, concentrating on the toppings. grayson placed a hand on your back and moved you foward. “and sprinkles” you nodded to yourself. grayson chuckled nodding “you’re too cute” he said rubbing his hand up and down your back.
after getting your ice creams, you hopped back in the car and sat by a beach near by the ice cream store. “hmmm. this is some good ice cream” you moan and grayson nodded agreeing. out of no where he placed a little bit of his ice cream on your knows, it made you squeal.
“grayson” you pouted, he only laughed leaning over and pecking your mouth multiple times, tasting your vanilla ice cream.
“you’re lucky i love you”
“hmmm, very lucky”
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Grayson just likes picking her up because he likes to show off that he’s all strong and whatever. He’s so annoying.
While Jade is laying on the couch, yawning and nearly dozing off, Grayson is right there at the side of the couch. He tucks his arms under her back and her legs and lifts her easily, scooping her off the couch.
“What are you doing?” Jade yawns again, too tired to push him off of her, so she just sinks into his chest.
“You look sleepy,” he smirked and carried her up the stairs to his room. “It’s late anyway.”
Jade just smiles tiredly and contently, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I can’t wait to carry you to bed like this on our wedding night,” the words just tumble out of Grayson’s mouth, revealing the fantasy that he has in his head.
“Woah, slow down there, buddy,” Jade is suddenly awake at his comment. “You gotta propose first.”
“You want me to?” Grayson is totally caught off guard by her response as he slowly places her on the bed.
“No!” Jade suddenly defends. “I mean, not now.”
“But at some point.”
“Down the road,” Jade nods slowly. “You see us getting married?” Even though their lives together were seemingly planned out for the next few years, they tiptoed around the topic of marriage to avoid any awkwardness.
“Yeah,” Grayson shrugs and climbs into bed beside her. “I mean, not any time soon, just like…”
“In the future.”
“Yeah, in the future,” Grayson agrees and slowly pulls her close. “Goodnight, Mrs. Dolan.”
“Oh, no, I’m not taking your name,” Jade says casually.
“What?” Grayson immediately pulls away. “Why not?”
“Jade Dolan? It doesn’t sound good,” she shakes her head. “Our kids can have your name, but no. Not me.”
“So you wanna have kids together?” Grayson had avoided the topic of children for as long as possible after the abortion. He didn’t want to make her upset or uncomfortable. But she brought it up first.
“Well, yeah, maybe just…one or two, I dunno,” Jade bites her lip.
“We can’t just have one kid,” Grayson considers her suggestion.
are y’all seeing this eye—
when i tell u i gasped-
“Grayson, please it’s Jake Paul, not Jake Gyllenhaal.” You joke, shaking your head at him.
He ignores you, once again. You can tell he’s angry, mostly at Jake and not you. But it’s annoying you that he’s straight-up ignoring you all because you were having a friendly conversation… okay maybe you had a little dance with him, but in all honesty, Grayson is refusing to put a label on whatever the both of you have, and it was beginning to annoy you, so you did the only thing that came to mind to help push his decision. “You’re being childish.” Hypocritical for you to say as you push your body back into the leather seat like a small child in a temper tantrum.
“It was childish of you to seek my attention like that.” He mumbles. “Practically grinding on him, getting him all hard and the way he looked at you–“ He had to stop himself from his small little rant before he got too angry and he’s shaking his head with his jaw clenched at the scene replying over and over in his head.
“Why are you so mad about it?”
“Because you’re my–“ He doesn’t know what you are, because he’s been too paranoid and scared to ask you to be his girlfriend after all his previous fuck ups. “You know why. God, of all fucking people Y/N, all people. Jake, Jake fucking Paul.” It’s the way his left palm slaps against the wheel with every world of the last sentence that goes straight to your core. He already looks like a Greek God as is, with his glowing skin and the way his muscles cling to that shirt, showing every single line of his chiseled abs, how can you resist this man.
“Jealous?” You ask, hand sneaking across the console to squeeze his thick thigh.
“Y/N.” He warns.
“What? You can’t drive like this?” You defend yourself, a smirk on your face as your hand dangerously creeps closer to his cock.
His hand wraps around your wrist, loosely, meaning he wants this just as much as you do, but he knows it’s risky. “I can’t drive with your hands on my dick either.” He mentions, but you continue to brush your hand over the bulge in his jeans and he gives up. “Fine, go ahead.”
And he promises himself to get up early the next morning to buy you a nice ring to ask you to be his girlfriend, because after the mindblowing orgasm he had in his Porsche that night, where he came so hard he couldn’t see for a full minute and had to pull over, for some reason it persuaded him that he needs to make sure you are his. Because no one else deserves to feel how good your mouth is. Only him.
Currently working on a fic, its something quite sad (I’m tearing up writing it🥺) but I’m kinda proud of it so far :) I haven’t quite decided which twin I want it to be for so if you guys have any preference feel free to let me know!!
Gray always wants to stay home with you when you’re not feeling too good but when he has a busy day of meetings & filming, he keeps you on FaceTime pretty much all day ♡︎ :
You have a lot to do today, I’ll be okay I promise
But you’re hurting baby, you don’t feel good
He pouted as he gently ran his hand up and down your tummy.
I’ll be okay until you guys get back Gray, you need to go baby you told him patting his thigh.
You insist he go, but the only way he agreed to go was if you keep him on FaceTime so he can check up on you Incase he needs to rush back. You agree and he leaves you in a pair of his boxers and a baggy tshirt. You had set your phone up so that Gray could see you. You got comfy & decided to go back to sleep.
He couldn’t help but melt, seeing you sleeping on his bed in his huge shirt and boxers that looked like shorts on you. He peeps at his phone like every five minutes to see you still sleeping.
When he sees you waking up he unmutes himself smiling as he sees you stretching
Awww big stretch; good morning, how you feeling mama? he says with a warm smile across his face, admiring the pink color that spread through your nose and across your cheeks.
Idk about this so it might get deleted? 🥴