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bouttogolinkurbitch · 6 years

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Love Scary: Grayson Dolan

Reverse Scary Love (all credits go to the queen @rockstardolan if you somehow haven’t read the og Scary Love, read this lmao and then go peep her masterlist. Might as well read my bullshit while you’re here <3) this is a huge fucking deal for me because I love Luna and her writing with my whole heart.

Okay so in the original Scary Love, Grayson has blond hair, the razored brow, and the nose ring-but it’s reverse so Y/N has all that. For Grayson, instead just picture ‘No Shave November Gray’ with his dark ass hair that literally makes a bitch drip🤤👀

Warnings: cheating and an abusive relationship between Gray and his girlfriend

Sorry for errors ;))

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I DONT WRITE SMUT OKAY SO I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW BAD THIS IS PLEAAAASE IM SORRY

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"You lost the bet." Jessica chided as I looked at her. She smirked and cracked her knuckles, "And luckily for you, my mom can call some people from the salon, have them come and do everything, and then we're good." She shrugged her shoulders- as if everything she just said wasn't impossible. I scoffed as I paged through the shirts that hung in my closet, "So you expect me to dye my hair, pierce my fucking nose, razor my brow, and try to get in Grayson Dolan's pants all in the span of forty eight hours?" Jess gave me a devilish smirk and I felt my heart plummet into my stomach.

I winced as the needle went through my nose before I was patted on the shoulder. "Take care of it by cleaning it with this." I was handed a bottle of sanitizer. I carried it to the chair where I sat and got my brow razored. Jessica watched with her phone on me as she recorded our adventure. "I want to cry! This bleach is going to ruin my hair." I whined and Jess rolled her eyes. "It actually looks really good. Maybe put it in waves?" I shook my hand through it and I looked at her through the mirror, "Fuck you."

Grayson Dolan has been my crush since the eighth grade. Ever since elementary school when kids had picked on me and Jess, which led Jess and I to have an unbreakable bond, the two stood up for us when no one else would. Two of the kindest souls in our school, the twins, never stopped being nice to us. I had been teased up until the seventh grade when Grayson established we were friends. Ethan blindly tagged along with our banter, and for a bit it was us against the world. Then freshman year hit, the boys got into sports, and suddenly I was a nobody again.

Grayson had even found love, Chelsea Reynolds. All star cheerleader, captain of the volleyball team, and Grayson's loyal girlfriend. They were like peanut butter and jelly to outsiders looking in, but I knew it wasn't as it seemed. Grayson never looked happy anymore. There's only so many football, wrestling, and lacrosse trophies you could win to fill the void. Grayson needed something new, probably wanted something new, and definitely had lust for someone new. I was determined to make that someone me.

Walking into the party with Jess at my side, we had accumulated quiet the crowd. From across the room Scott yelled, "Nice look, Y/N! You look hot!" Many drunken cheers were followed and I sent him a wink before my eyes zeroed in on Grayson. To his side stood his lovely girl, she was chatting idly to Ashlynn. He looked bored and tired, but I had something in mind that could wake him up.

As the party dragged on, Chelsea drank more, and soon she was on jelly like legs. I was standing with a beer in hand, not really drinking as it wasn't something I enjoyed, when I saw it happen. She had bumped into Grayson and he spilled the tray of veggies he was carrying to the kitchen. She stilled and he looked down before he got on the floor to clean it up. She shoved his head hard with her hand before her whiny, shrill voice sounded, "Watch where you're going, dumbass." I glided through the sea of bodies before I was down next to Grayson, scooping up the mess.

"Y/N, you don't have to." I ignored him and threw a carrot onto the platter. His hand came around my wrist, his grip was so soft and gentle, I stilled. When our eyes met he looked defeated, "You don't have to help me. It's my mess to take care of." I shook my head, "Nah, Gray. She's the mess you should be taking care of." He got quiet after my comment and soon the floor was clean. His eyes danced up and down my body before he turned on his heel and left me, my mouth opening slightly like a fish.

Jessica was drinking happily next to me as I listened to the music. "Y/N look." She slurred and my eyes shifted to see Grayson in the corner with Chelsea's paws scrambling up his chest and into his hair, all the while he held a pained expression upon his chiseled and perfect features. I sat the full beer I still hadn't drank on the mantle before I walked over. As I approached, I heard Grayson trying to defuse her ever growing temper, "No, Chels. I don't want to right now." She pouted and dragged her hand down his solid chest. He tried to catch her wrist, but her opposite hand dug into his forearm.

I pulled her arm back and she looked at me, "Can you not fucking hear? Get off of him." She scoffed and stumbled, taking a hold of Grayson for support. "And who the fuck do you think you are?" My brows raised and I tipped my head to the side, "I'm the girl who's gonna kick your ass if you don't lay off. No means no." My arms folded across my chest and I looked down at her. She clenched her fists at her side, "You're just mad Grayson fucks me at night. Grayson is my man, and I know you've been jealous sin-" But I didn't let her finish.

Instead my mind went into autopilot, and soon my fist was connecting with her cheek. She fell abruptly and Grayson looked as if he was going to console her, that is until I laid my hand on his arm. He froze and he watched as I crouched next to her, "Don't ever fucking talk to me like that again. Or I will not stop." I seethed, and she nodded. I'm sure she didn't truly understand, but even a drunk person knows when the fight has ended and the dust has settled.

After the scuffle, many guess started to leave. Ashlynn had dragged Chelsea home long ago. Jessica left me to go get more wine and head over to her boyfriend's house. Grayson was picking up red solo cups when I walked back in. "You didn't have to do that." Grayson's low voice rumbled behind me as I picked up the trash bag Ethan had been using, he left to go throw up and pass out in his room.

I threw some paper plates in the bag and I looked up, "I needed to." His killer watt smile flashed a fraction before he bit his lip. "She doesn't make you happy, Gray." Grayson's eyes shifted from me to the floor, "Not used to you calling me that again." That hurt but I sighed. "She doesn't love you like I could." At this our eyes met again and he damn near dropped the trash bag he kept in a vice grip. I had to swallow the thought of his thick hand around my throat. Tonight was about him, even if he didn't know that yet.

I dropped the bag to the floor and stepped over the rubble. My heels clicked against the wood floors until I was directly in front of Grayson. "Let me love you Grayson. Let me show you what it's like to feel." My hand slid across the warm expanse of chest that was covered in a gentle cotton, long sleeve shirt. His jeans had hugged his thighs and hips dangerously, and the boots he wore made him look rugged and sexy. I felt his heart rate quicken under my palm and I smiled, "You nervous, Gray?" Grayson's Adam's apple bobbed and I smirked.

I pulled him to the counter and I sighed, "You know, I don't think I ate enough at the party. Think I could catch a meal?" I asked as I leaned closer to his neck, my lips centimeters from his skin. "Tell me what you want, baby." The word baby seemed to flip a switch in him because suddenly everything on the island was pushed to the floor and he was sitting up on the granite top. I let my hands rest on his thighs, before I squeezed gently. "Want you to ride my thigh." Grayson gravelly tone made me clench my legs. "Heels on or off, Grayson?" I asked and his dark eyes finally met mine. "Heels on, skirt over your cheeks, panties around your ankles, and if you're wearing a bra, I will fucking ruin you." I bit my lip as I slid the skirt of my dress on my hips, "I like the sound of that."

I climbed on top of him and soon my mouth was pressed to his in a firm kiss. His hand cradled my ass as I sat up slightly. My shaky hands ran under his shirt before I lifted it over his head and threw it behind me. I left open mouthed kissed down his neck and jaw, all the way on to his chest. Half way through my exploration, I dipped my tongue against his skin and I sucked. "Oh fuck. Y/N, please." I sat up and smiled, "I like when you beg, Grayson." His thick lower lip was trapped between his teeth as I kissed his neck. My teeth grazed his skin and I felt him swell against my stomach. "Need you on my thigh."

I turned myself on his chest before I undid his belt and jeans. He lifted himself up as I pulled the tight jeans down to pool at his ankles. I let my panties drop and I stepped out of them before I got back up next to him. I swung my leg over his, and I hovered over his tatted thigh. When I finally made contact with his hot skin, I whined. My nails dug into the expanse of his hip as I let my jaw drop. His leg started to shake and I cried out before I leaned my cheek against his stomach. "Please, Gray." I felt his hands in my hair and I breathed heavily as I moved against his pulsating leg.

I let my eyes roll back and I whimpered before I slid back against his thigh. His legs hairs prickled my heated flesh, but it added to the sensation, and soon I was coming undone above Grayson. His own eyes lulled as I tried to regain my vision. "Fuck me please, Y/N." I moved onto his hips and I leaned down, connecting our lips. As we kissed, I dipped my fingers between my folds and I smirked slightly, "Wanna taste?" He nodded eagerly and whined as I pushed my two fingers into his mouth. His lips sucked around the pads of my fingers before he let them go with a pop. "Taste so fucking sweet." I smiled and kissed him, trying to taste a hint of myself, and I did. When I pulled back, I let my nose bump his, and our eyes locked. "Would you like to taste more?" Grayson nodded frantically and almost whimpered as I shifted myself above his waiting tongue.

I felt his lips wrap around my own and he sucked hard against my skin. I let my palms rest against the counter top as he started to slurp against my heat. "Fuck Gray." I whined as I moved my hips back. His tongue came to a point and ran over my clit, soon I felt him slide two fingers in. "Come on, babe." Grayson teased as he coaxed a reaction from me. I let my jaw fall open as I clenched my eyes, "Fuck!" The vibrations from his laugh made me moan and drag my hand through his hair. His hands came around my cheeks and he squeezed. His nails dug into my skin and I whimpered as he lapped at me more.

When I finally came for the second time, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me there. "Gonna lick you bone dry." He muttered before I felt his tongue dip into my hole. I whimpered as I rocked back against his waiting tongue. "Please, Gray. Don't fucking stop!" I yelped. As he continued to toy with my clit, I lifted my dress off my body and I threw it to the floor. He moaned against me and I let my jaw drop as I moved my hips against his tongue. When I was about to fall apart again, his languid tongue and lips being the only thing holding me together, he stopped. "What did I say about that fucking bra?" Grayson’s hand was pressed to my spine and I yelped as he turned us quickly.

I felt the cool granite against my skin as he mounted himself above me. My eyebrows scrunched and I pouted. He was about to speak but I silenced him with my palm against his dick. "You know, Grayson, the entire experience was for me to treat you. I don't get punished." I squeezed my hand and his eyes rolled back. "Fine but let's change it up, princess." I was suddenly pressed chest to chest, my lips connecting with his own. I let them drag down his neck and go his prominent collarbones.

Grayson sat down on the couch and laid back, keeping my legs on his hips. He unhooked the bra and threw it back towards the kitchen, "Picture fucking perfect." I quirked my brow before I ran my hand up his chest, to the base of his neck. "How does this make you feel, babe?" I whispered as I started to apply pressure to his thick neck. His eyelashes fluttered as he ran his hands up my thighs.

I kept my hand on his neck as I moved up so he could slide inside of me. His breathy moans made my walls clench, and I started to move gently. His nails bit into the soft skin of my hip as I rocked. "Y/N, princess, fuck me or so help me." I raised my brows as I squeezed his neck firmly, "So help you what Grayson? You're not in control tonight." His dark eyes held mischief as he pushed himself up into me. I bit my lip and I breathed hard through my nose. "Stop, Grayson. Let me make you feel good." He shook his head and rolled us over.

With his arms beside my head, he started to set a much faster pace. I wrapped my legs tight around his hips and back, drawing him closer to me. "Fuck, Grayson, please." I choked out as I dragged my nails across the protruding muscles on his shoulder blades. His delicate lips came into contact with my neck as he bit harshly. "I don't like being weak, Y/N. And I'm just gonna have to fuck you until you remember that." I whined as he started to suck against my hardened nipple. "Every single part of you, mine." He all but growled and I nodded.

My hands squeezed his biceps, "You're mine, Grayson. Chelsea will just have to learn that I don't share." I spat as I rolled us over on the cushions. I pressed my palms to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat under my palm, as I started to bounce on his dick. He leaned his head back against the cushion, opening his neck to me. I peppered his skin in heavy breathed kisses as he started to fidget. "Gonna bust, princess. Where do you want me?" I let my lips fall open against his neck before I breathed out, "Inside, please." He nodded and I felt his taught abs tighten under my hands. The warmth that spread between us triggered my own reaction, and soon I was shaking above him.

I was lifted off his dick before I laid down on his chest to catch my breath. Once we regrouped, I walked back to the kitchen to collect my clothes. Grayson stood at the end of his couch, his lower half wrapped in a throw blanket like a towel. I looked over to the counter where I threw my dress, and next to the discarded clothing item, his phone sat. My eyes scanned his screen just in time to see it light up.

Missed call from Chels 💕

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dolanpositivity · 6 years

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Writer Appreciation: @rockstardolan

Writer Appreciation Post #1!

This first appreciation post goes to the extremely lovely, @rockstardolan!

Writer Rundown:

The girl behind these well-written one-shots goes by the name of, Luna. It’s easy to see, just by scrolling through her blog for a few seconds, that she is a die-hard Grayson girl. She’s ‘whipped to the max’, her words not mine. ;)

All I can say is that if Grayson needs a loyal girl, he just needs to talk to Luna.

You can tell by the way Luna answers her asks, that her personality is light-hearted and fun. She likes to shoot-the-shit with her anons and friends, keeping the atmosphere light across her blog.

She is a part of the LGBT community, informing us that she has a huge crush on Cameron Dolan. Obviously, she loves her a bit of the Dolan family.

The way she balances her personal life and responsibilities, while still pushing out such amazing content is phenomenal.

Her other likes include: twenty øne piløts, Dylan O’Brien, Star Wars, etc. She does have another blog, which is more on the personal side.

Blog Rundown:

Also in this blog, you will find her beautifully written one-shots, series and blurbs. The most notable ones are:

Puck You [G.D] - NSFW

Puck Me [E.D] - NSFW

Scary Love [G.D] - NSFW

Pineapple Pizza [E.D] - NSFW

While those are her most popular pieces, you can find her other wonderful works here.

In summary, Luna is a sweet girl who is madly in love with Grayson Dolan. Her blog definitely keeps her busy, but she balances it well. There is going to be such a bright future for this blog, so I would definitely give it a follow and stay tuned.

I mean, who wouldn’t want some funny banter, gifs of Grayson Bailey Dolan, and some of the most amazingly written one-shots you will ever read, on their dashboard.

I know that every time her name pops up in my dashboard, a smile instantly fills my face. She is the humanoid version of a ray of sunshine, someone we are truly lucky to have in this family.

Send her some more love, she definitely deserves it.

Anyway,

Stay safe and keep your head up, loves. 💜✌🏻💫

#rockstardolan #ethan dolan #ethan dolan edits #grayson dolan #grayson dolan edits #dolan twins #dolan twins edits #wa

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california-grethan · 6 years

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an ethan blurb on body appreciation?😏🤔 (Luna, don’t be mad, I promise I’m not swerving. I promise I have a Grayson imagine in the works, this is just to appease both E and Gray girls😅)

#what do y'all think?#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #dolan twins #rockstardolan

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kianscouch · 4 years

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business! — gbd.

in which; grayson pays fez for your marijuana when you’re flat out broke.

written with inspiration from hbo’s hit television show, ‘euphoria’.

tw: marijuana use, language.

this edit isn’t mine!

dedicated to @rockstardolan. ⚡️

“C’mon, Fez. Cut me some slack, I had to use the money to pay off some guy who’d rat me out.” You speak, eyeing the red haired young man that held all of the power— and weed. “Nah, l’il sis. You owe me like.. two hun’ed bucks. I been spottin’ you. Get the money, fam. I need that shit.” He spoke in such a calm manner, shaking his head. “Dude, please.” A plea comes from the back of your throat, tapping your foot nervously. You and Fezco had a business deal; buy his weed, give him money, sell the weed for a higher price, and keep that money for yourself. Clients were going insane, demanding the marijuana you promised them weeks ago. Besides, it wasn’t your fault that a client was one of your mother’s coworkers and had every right to tattle on you, so you shut him up with the one hundred dollars you had.

Fezco looked behind you, eyebrows furrowing as the sight of a familiar male figure walked up behind you with a wad of cash in his rough hands. “Dolan, it’s been a minute. How you doin’, bruh?” The redhead greeted him, nodding at the muscular male. “You know how it is, brother. Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation and I’d like to help. I’ll pay for Y/N’s weed.” The brunette spoke, putting a hand on your shoulder. Of course, you knew who he was; Grayson Dolan; East Highland dropout, baby daddy of two, and one of the best football players in town. He was a fucking celebrity. “Don’t you have child support to pay?” You sass him, not wanting to look like a damsel in distress, especially not in front of him. All he did was chuckle, handing Fezco the money, which in turn got you the ten grams of marijuana you needed. “Uh.. thanks.” You tell him, but Grayson cuts you off when he raises his hand, a gesture for you that says ‘shut the fuck up’.

“I’ll be stealing Y/N now. We’ve got some business to attend to. Isn’t that right, dollface?” He chuckles, looking at you with those hazel brown eyes that made you want to get on your fucking knees. “Yeah, guess so..” A mutter leaves your lips as Grayson drags you away and in to his car. Any girl would be jealous of your position at the moment; everyone wanted to sleep with Grayson Dolan. “So, here’s how this is gonna go. You’re gonna give me your pussy for the night and, maybe, I won’t tell your mom what you’re doing behind her back. Deal?” He tells you, starting up his car— a Porsche. There was no way in hell you’d let Grayson fuck up your dealership plan and get you grounded for the rest of your life. Fuck that. “Fine. Yes. Deal. Would you start the car?” A hiss leaves your clenched jaw as you pout, hating the fact that he had such an effect on you.

“Sure thing. Pleasure doin’ business with you, sweetheart.” He laughed, grinning triumphantly. Oh, you were in for it now.

#𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙨𝙤𝙣 ; 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.#grayson dolan imagines #euphoria!grayson #grayson dolan #dt: rockstardolan!#ethan dolan imagines #hbo euphoria #fezco imagine #ethan dolan

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vinylhazza · 5 years

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S C A R Y L O V E

“love was scary in every sense.”

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mooodboard for SCARY LOVE by the woman herself ms. @rockstardolan love ya luna xoxo

#rockstardolan #scary love moodboard #fic recommendation #grayson dolan #dolan twins #ethan dolan

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zeglersblyth · 4 years

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favourite images of Grayson from 2 0 1 9;

#grayson dolan #graysondolanedit #dolan twins #rockstardolan #graysonsbailey #dolantwinsedit #*e #*mine #grayson*

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graysonsbailey · 5 years

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#grayson dolan #dolan twins #*#g:g #v: best friends buy each other dream gifts #rockstardolan #1k #*gif

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sloppykyuu · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys as specific dilf tropes

I love dilfs. dilf tropes? Is that even a thing??

Tw: mentions of drugs, slight? nsfw, kuroo being a shitty person, probably lots of mistakes and skipped words

Matsukawa is the yayo [dilf] by @rockstardolan (yes I was Dolan twins stan get over it but her writing is chefs kiss). He’s rich, handsome, and built. Loves his kids with his whole heart but arguably loves you just as much. You’re young and in need of a good fucking and he can give you just that. Doesn’t matter how in love his son is with you, he desires you more. As perfect as he may seem, there’s some underlying sketchiness to him. Sometimes his movements are slower and his reaction time is behind. Or there’s a bit of white powder resting under his nose and his pupils are blown wide. And maybe theres an angry ex wife waiting to expose him for being a shit person but it’s easy to ignore all that as he fucks you into his sheets.

Kita is the househusband dilf. You’ll always see him in the kitchen with a sweet smile on his face when you come home. He loves his kids and he loves you. Spends the whole day cleaning the house before the children get back from school and then spends the rest of the day with them, playing and making small snacks before dinner. He’s a good obident husband, who cooks dinner, puts the kids to bed and sits on his knees in the bedroom with a collar wrapped around his neck and tongue deep in your cunt.

Osamu is the insecure dad bod. He’s lost that slim, muscles physique he had when he was in his 20’s. It’s been hard to keep it up with a pregnant wife who has strange cravings and keeping up with his restaurant, he hasn’t had any time to work out. He’ll look in the mirror, pinching at the soft skin of his belly with a pout. He’ll refuse sex because he doesn’t want you to be disappointed in the fact that he’s not hard muscle anymore. You have to remind him that he’s the definition of sexy dad bod, maybe he has softened up a bit but it’s still so unbelievably hot that when he finally he gets his confidence back and takes off his shirt to go swimming with his kids you can’t help but jump on him.

Kuroo is the deadbeat rich dilf. He’s not the best father, scratch that he’s a terrible father. It’s not that he doesn’t love his children, he does, it’s just that he’s too busy to see them. He’s too busy at work, too busy fucking his new, young, pretty girlfriend. Too busy flying you around the world and pounding you into sheets of the 5 star hotel. It’s caused lots of problems with his kids, he knows it but chooses to ignore it. Tries to compensate all the issues he’s created with his family by giving them loads of money and empty promises of going to that banquet, award show, or performance but ultimately never showing up, only sometimes shooting them a text of how sorry he is and he’s sure they were great, he’ll make it to the next one he promises. Expect it’s the same routine. He’s out partying with you sitting pretty in his lap, tongues down each other’s throats forgetting all about the big game that’s so important to his son. It’s not his fault they didn’t fit into his life style.

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