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alrighttherescarhead · 2 years

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Heyy hun! What if the reader has a child from a previous relationship! And Grayson steps in to help raise the baby. Can you pretty please write something about his reaction to when the baby calls him daddy/dada for the first time?! I feel like he’d be so soft and teary like in the vid when Ethan got him the watch as a housewarming gift!! 🥺🥺 thank youu love you so much!!

Thank you so much for the request, I love you so much 🥺<3 sorry for the longest wait ever

Grayson did more for you and your baby in 10 months than your ex didn’t in 8 long, dreadful years. Of course, the two of you did share some joyous memories – some even etched into your brain for many years to come. But those few memories would never be enough to override the haunting recollections of the relationship. What a shit show. You have no idea why you stuck around for so long.

“So where’d you wanna head first?” Grayson asks as he buckles his seat belt in, getting ready to drive to your desired destination.

“‘DONAWS!” your son screeches from the back seat.

Both you and Grayson chuckle in unison at the overly excited boy.

“Mcdonalds?” you raise a brow in surprise. “Don't you wanna go to a toy store first?”

Your son nods his head vigorously, kicking his feet excitedly into the back of your seat. Usually, this would irritate you but for this time, and this time only, you let it slide. It was his birthday, after all.

Again, you chuckle. “Which one is it then, little man? ‘Donalds or Toys?”

The boy pauses to debate the choices in his head. His brows furrowed in concentration as he began to stutter in a panic as if his life depended on him giving the correct answer.

“I- I- I dunno. I don’t weally wike pickin–”

Before the poor boy could get himself in too much of a predicament, Grayson steps in.

“How about–” Gray twists in his seat to face your son. “How about we do both? At the same time! How awesome would that be, huh?!”

“Gray– you can’t take food into a toy store–”

“NUGGIES!”

Grayson looks at you with a smirk.

“If that’s what the birthday boy wants, then that’s what he’ll get.”

“Where do you want to look first?” you ask as you and your son walk into the gigantic toy store, hand in hand. “Dinos? Teddys? Oh- what about the Nerf guns? There are so many cool ones to choose from–”

Even with all of the options you stated, your little boy only had his mind set on one thing.

“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” he questions with furrowed brows, looking behind him in search of him.

You halt in position and scrunch your brows together in confusion.

“Daddy didn’t come with us today, baby.” you remind him, gently tugging his hand to keep him moving so the two of you don't hold up other customers.

“Yeah, he is! He dwiveded us here!” the boy explains in frustration, continuing to look back at the entrance in case “daddy” walked in.

Sighing, you kneel down to come face-to-face with your son. With care, you hold his face between your hands to keep his attention locked on you.

“Do you think the man that drove us here is your daddy?”

The boy nods hesitantly, watching your facial features drop as your heart plummets inside your chest. You had no idea how you were going to break the truth to him.

“What’s wrong, Mommy? You look sad.” your son mirrors your actions by holding your face in his tiny hands. This causes your heart to melt in adoration.

“Uh–” A lump forms in your throat causing it to tighten in discomfort, making your voice unsteady. “Gray– he’s not your Da–”

“DADDY!” Within seconds, the young boy is leaping into Grayson’s open arms, humongous grins plastered on both boys' faces.

You couldn’t help but mirror their expressions; a smile creeping its way onto your face, spreading from one ear to the other.

“Did you get da nuggies?” Your son whispers loudly into Gray’s ear with a mischievous grin.

“Sure did, buddy!”

Gray holds the brown paper bag in the air, above his head, mimicking the famous scene from the lion king and sending your little boy into a fit of giggles.

Noticing curious staff members nearby, Grayson shoves the brown paper bag into his hoodie pocket, making sure to leave enough space to be able to reach his hand in to grab a nugget when instructed to.

The three of you begin to walk through the great toy store, searching for the perfect toy for your little boy.

You scan the shelves thoroughly, looking from top to bottom, left to right, in a calm, relaxed manner when suddenly the perfect toy pops right into view.

You turn your head in search of your son to see him and Gray whispering. Shortly after, Gray pulls a golden nugget out from his pocket and passes it to the small boy beside him, followed by placing a finger over his lips and shushing. Your son nods and giggles in excitement before cramming it into his mouth as he looks around to check no one was plotting to confiscate his mouth-watering lunch.

“So yummy,” the little boy exclaims as he scoffs more food into his mouth. “Daddy want some?”

“No, I – huh?” Grayson’s pace comes to a stop. He looks down at the small boy with furrowed brows. “What was that?”

“You heard him right,” you confirm with a sigh. “He thinks you’re his daddy. I’m so sorry Gray, i tried to tell him but he’s convinced you are and–”

“He is!” the little boy demands, grabbing hold of Grayson's hand. “You are my daddy, aren't you?”

The look on Gray's face spoke a thousand words. He looked as if he was about to cry.

“Is that what you truly want?” he asks softly, kneeling to his height.

Your son nods eagerly before throwing himself into Grayson's body. “You’re my daddy.”

That lump in your throat had come back as tears threatened to spill from your glassy eyes. You were managing to keep them at bay until you look at Grayson.

Shamelessly, Gray’s face was drenched in tears as he silently held back sobs. He sniffles and wipes his face dry with the back of his hand before pulling away from your little boy. He didn’t want him to think he was sad.

“Did I make you sad?” the little boy asks in worry, noticing how puffy Grayson’s eyes had become. “My eyes do dat when I get sad too. It’s okay to cry, Daddy. Mama cries all the time when –”

“And that's enough of that –” you cut him off, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Go and pick out a toy before all the good toys go.”

“Otay!” Your son waddles off down the aisle, looking all over the place for the perfect birthday toy.

You turn to Grayson to see him standing with his arms folded across his chest and his brows raised.

“You have some explaining to do.”

After toy shopping, Grayson takes you all back to his to have a little nap. After putting your son down to sleep in Grayson's bed, you walk down the hallway to hear the twins conversing.

“Dude, you should have been there! He was all like “you’re my dad, right?” and then he practically tackled me and cuddled the fuck out of me. It was the cutest shit ever, i can't even –”

“Bro, you’re gushing – chill! You really love the little guy, huh?” Ethan queries with a little chuckle.

“I love them both” he corrects.

“And we love you too.”

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farfrombuck · 10 months

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now that the dolan twins are back I really CRAVED a fic I read a long time ago, it was about grayson flying to Positano and finding a love interest there, does anybody remember it? did they delete them all?

It was so well written my God!!! I will always remember it

#grayson dolan #grayson #dolan #dolan twins #ethan #ethan dolan #dolan twins imagine #imagine #fanfiction #fan fic #dolan twins fanfic #ethan dolan fanfic #dolan fanfic #grayson dolan fanfic

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buddiedaydreamer911 · 9 months

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everytime i’m writing fanfiction and i accidentally write Ethan instead of Eddie, i automatically get war flashbacks to when i did nothing but read and write dolan twin fanfics for a few years straight

(now that i read buddie fics on AO3, it makes me wonder if AO3 has dolan twin fiction on there but i’m scared to open that rabbit hole again lmao)

#eddie diaz #911 on abc #911 buddie #evan buckley #buck and eddie #911 fox #ethan dolan #dolan twins #fanfiction #reading fanfiction #writing fanfic #ao3 fanfic #wattpad

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cluelessred3 · 9 months

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when did everyone start reading fanfiction? cause it got me thinking and i’ve realised i started when i was 11 years old 😅 ofc it all started with one direction and the dolan twins

#fanfiction #questions #one direction #dolan twins #that’s kind of crazy to think about #when did you start reading fanfiction?

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ghostgirlluna · 4 months

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henlo (pls read + introduction)

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ｡ﾟ･° ｡‧˚⋅₊ ˚ ✩ ｡˚ ˚☽

hi, im luna ! 𓆩♡𓆪 im 22 and ive been writing off and on since i was 11-12. i wanna make friends so my dms and messages are always open !!

couple things before you can go:

as my bio says, im a multi-writer meaning, i write about whoever i want, im not limited to just one fandom, going off on that, i have a lot of short lived obsessions so my writing will be all over the place and ill be writing about completely different people that have zero connection to each other. (check tags for current obsessions)

2. im very mentally ill and unhinged and delusional so i like writing about really fucked up stuff so this isnt gonna be a sweet lil wholesome acc, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. with that being said MINORS DONT INTERACT!!! this is an 18+ acc and my all work is 18+. minors will be blocked, no exceptions!

3. i take requests!

thats it i think, thank u for reading ! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა i hope you enjoy! social links are in my bio

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ｡ﾟ･° ｡‧˚⋅₊ ˚ ✩ ｡˚ ˚☽

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thestinkyrat · 1 year

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Thinking about when I was in middle school and I wrote Dolan twin fanfics.

#dolan twins #dolan #fanfiction

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teapartyprincess4two · 3 months

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☆teapartyprincess4two☆

INTRODUCTION ✨

Hello!! Welcome to my blog where I’m currently writing fanfiction (KEY WORD: FICTION) for:

☆ The Sturniolo Triplets

☆ Johnnie Guilbert

☆ Jake Webber

☆ That Mexican OT

☆ Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

☆ 5 Seconds of Summer

GET TO KNOW ME 🧸

MUAH hello honey bunchessss my name is Sam & I’m 21 years old (PISCES RISE!!) here are some fun ways to learn about me:

☆ Accurate Representations Of My Personality:

1. Snooki (Jersey Shore)

2. Tara Yummy (that Tara Yummy mindset 💋)

3. Christopher Sturniolo (when he’s on his yap rants)

4. Poppy (Trolls; small, pink, and ANNOYING)

5. Sokka (ATLA; older sibling who won’t stop yapping)

6. Fiona Gallagher (Shameless; protective older sister)

☆About Me:

I love anything pink and girly, which is why my blog is pink/coquette themed hehehe, but I’m an enthusiast of ALL aesthetics. I have a wide variety of interests and have learned to appreciate different genres of music, movies, and shows. So, although I’m extremely girly, my playlists consists of anything from reggaeton, rap, and pop. Also, I’ll watch Narcos while I paint my nails idgaf.

I’m a Latina from Texas🤠which I’m sure you’ll figure out from my favorite lists below 👇🏻lmaooo

I’ve written fanfiction for as long as I can remember, but I stopped writing once a lot of the people I would write for stopped putting out more content. Some of the people I used to write for were the Dolan Twins, One Direction, and 5SOS. 5SOS never stopped putting out music but at that point I lost inspiration to write.

So, join me on this journey as I once again hyper fixate and write my little heart out 😭

Also, because I’ve gotten this question a lot, I’m a ✨Matt✨ girl 😋

TOP 10 FAVORITES 🦢

Here are lists of my top 10 favorites for each topic. I was going to do top 5, but that’s too hard lololol. They’re not organized in any particular order, but No Doubt and Gwen Stefani are my top in music for sureeeee.

☆ Music:

1. No Doubt/ Gwen Stefani (LOVE ANGEL MUSIC BABY!!)

2. 5SOS

3. That Mexican OT

4. Jack Harlow

5. Peso Pluma

6. Café Tacvba

7. Calle 13

8. Lady Gaga

9. Korn

10. Kali Uchis

☆ Movies:

1. Nacho Libre

2. Freedom Writers

3. Pride and Prejudice

4. American Ultra

5. School of Rock (nostalgic reasons, but also a good movie)

6. Avatar & Avatar: The Way of Water

7. Mean Girls

8. Confessions of a Shopaholic

9. Don’t Worry Darling

10. Legally Blonde

☆ Shows:

1. Shameless

2. Orange Is The New Black

3. Narcos

4. The Last of Us

5. Bob’s Burgers

6. Bojack Horseman

7. Rick & Morty

8. Bridgerton/ Queen Charlotte

9. Jersey Shore

10. Glee

HAVE FUN READING🎀

Thank you for reading this short introduction about me, I hope you all enjoy reading! Don’t forget to send in messages and requests. Click the tags below to find your requested fic or an anon response!

KK HONEY BUNCHES LUV U BYEEE😋

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

#teapartyprincesstalks🧸💗#teapartyanonreqs✨💗#teapartyanons🦢🎀

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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i instantly recognized the titles Roughing It and Roses and was like “why does that sound so familiar???” I used to read ur dolan twins fics like i was reading the bible

We don’t speak of that era. Stfu. (I’m kidding) Yeah I brought a lot of those stories back from the dead for another go around.

-> The Marksman

-> Roses

-> Roughing It

-> Kink.com

-> Concussed In Love

-> An Angels Discretion (kinda of, the premise was the same)

Are all re-writes. And I think more people who wrote fanfictions should do that. I’m sure there’s stories upon stories I’d read from my fav moots that they’ve written for other fandoms or years ago that could be dusted off and revamped. Like why not right? 🤷‍♀️

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jjkeverlast · 11 months

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Heloo miss🤍

I want advice 🫠 been thinking for a while that I want to start writing poems or songs but I dunno how to start can you share your story how did you get into writing and what made you think to be a blogger? how did you start?

How do I start what do I write😭

hiiii~~

omggg how exciting!! i looove poems, i always get so impressed when i read them on tiktok and just think to myself, how can people be this talented??? that’s incredible that you want to do that!! 🥹🥹

how i got into writing: (i’ll put it under the cut cause it’s long)

i think i was around 13 when i got introduced to the fanfiction world by my big sister and i just fell in love with the idea of creating your own worlds, characters, stories and share them with people! so i started writing on wattpad for around 4-5 years and afterwards i stopped for a little while. i’d say it’s because i had other interests but then i actually fell back into it when i got introduced to bts!

i had tumblr since i was 15 but never really used it other than to read fanfiction about the dolan twins 💀💀💀 good times lmaoooo but then i noticed how there’s a whole community here on tumblr regarding writing and it just kicked the interest for me again to do it. i started uploading my work, got to know other writers, talked to them, sent them asks, reblogged their stories and step by step i formed my own lil circle of mutuals and friends 🥺🥺

i actually hadn’t planned to become this very active blogger. i was mostly just there to upload my stories in the beginning but as my following grew, i became more interactive with the people who follow me so they could get to know me and think of me as a friend! but yeah i’ve been active on here since end of 2021!

my advice to you is to just go for it, you’ll never know whom you interact with, follow, and such. don’t overthink it too much cause that ruins the fun!! just share your work because you want to, do this for you okay? that’s what’s gonna keep you motivated and active for a long time!! but also remember that you’ll have some days where you’re not motivated, or where you start doubting yourself and that’s all a part of it.

i’m sure you’ll be fine anonie!! i’ll cheer you on already!! 💖

#anon #lati's mailbox📬

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onlyyyariii · 2 years

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Secret Love

Liana’s point of view

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"Guys, we need to collab! People have been commenting on my Twitter and Instagram asking me if y'all are still my friends. Which is extremely stupid because, I don't have to post about someone constantly just because I'm friends with them." I say.

"E, did you hear that?"

"Sure did Gray."

"Liana, this ain't Texas you don't need the y'all." Grayson says, in a very bad Southern accent.

"Seriously Grayson Bailey?!"

"Ooh she pulled out the midde name Gray. You're in trouble."

I glance over at Ethan, "Ethan I wouldn't start."

"Okay jeez. We can collab. What ideas do you have?"

"Um mukbang, shopping haul, q and a, uh reading fanfiction-"

"Stop! That's a good one!"

"Which one Gray?"

"Fanfiction. We could do that for our channel."

"Yeah that's awesome Gray!" Ethan exclaimed.

I watch as they hug then do their handshake.

"Mhm definitely,” I roll my eyes, “what about my channel!?"

"Oh the q and a sounds good for you."

I roll my eyes. Of course it does.

"So are we going to film yours first since I'm already here?"

What they didn't know was I had already filmed the first half of my video at home before coming over. It was a get ready with me. So my video will be half 'get ready with me' and half q + a.

"Sure."

We walk to their filming room. They go sit on the purple couch as I stand behind the camera.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

I press play on the camera.

"What's up guys we're back!" Grayson screams.

"And today we had no idea what we were going to do."

"We ended up calling a friend over. Because she has so many video ideas."

"Liana, come on in."

I walk in and sit between them, throwing my arms around their necks.

"Wait we should totally do a skit for Liana."

"Definitely bro. Skit time."

We cut the camera for a few minutes to think of the skit idea.

"What should we do?" Grayson asks.

"Gray you should have some ideas. You're the one who wanted to do a skit!"

"Calm down Li, let's think."

"Um maybe E can ask Gray what you should do for a video and he flips out and you flip out and I ring the doorbell, you answer and I just say-"

"Fanfiction!" they screamed together.

I rub my ears.

"Yeah."

"Great let's do it."

I walk outside. I hear Grayson start screaming then Ethan follows.

"Grayson I always come up with the video ideas!"

"Are you kidding Ethan? I came up with last weeks and the week before that!"

I ring the bell. Ethan opens the door a few short seconds later. Grayson appears by his side.

"Liana, what are you doing here?" Grayson asks.

"Fanfiction."

We stop filming to go back to the couch. We set the camera back up and press start.

"God that was so cheesy." I say, laughing.

"Aren't they always?" Grayson asks.

"True." we all laugh.

"So for today's video Liana, Gray, and I have searched up some fanfictions that all of us are in."

"Ethan found one where him and Liana are together and I have one where she and I are together."

"Obviously I'm just here for reactions," I laugh, "Nah I searched up some video edits of us and we'll be watching them a little later."

"I'm going to go first. This one is called 'Just Friends?' and its by xxeverythinglianadolanxx. There's a summary down here," he scrolls for a few seconds ," 'The Dolan Twins are always shutting down dating rumors between them and Liana Summers. Although during filming their lie detector test video when Grayson asked Ethan if he ever liked Liana, Ethan just sort of shrugged and chuckled. So are they really just friends?'."

"That's an intriguing summary." Grayson says, glancing over at Ethan.

"Oh I agree." I nod.

"Alright it's in my point of view so bear with me here." Ethan says, slightly laughing.

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New series ?? Hope you guys like this one. It’s my first ever story so I’m not going to edit it much.

#grayson dolan #dolan twins #ari’s fic recs #oc #ethan dolan #lianamariesummers #ari’s masterlist #ari #lianasummers #secret love

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writingdolans · 6 years

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This Is Me Starting Over - Part Four: “Maybe, just maybe, this is the end that’s been long overdue for this chapter of our lives to finally come to a close” [Grayson Mini-Series]

Hello guys! Again, I’m sorry this part took so long to be posted. I've been making Uni my top priority and haven’t really focused on writing much lately. It’s my senior year so I really want to do my best and finish the best I can. But as soon as I got home from class today, I decided to proof-read this chapter and post it as soon as possible so here it is! I really hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome!

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ PART ONE OF THE SEQUEL, CLICK HERE.

IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS MINI SERIES, CLICK HERE. YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON IF YOU DON’T READ THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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“Hi, Ethan?” He sneered at me. “It’s been four long years and all I get is a Hi Ethan?”

I rolled my eyes in response as I stepped closer to him with my arms opened wide, “I forgot how dramatic you were.”

It was his turn now to roll his eyes as he pulled me into his embrace. It felt odd at first, but I slowly eased into the hug as a sense of warmth and familiarity filled me from within. I hadn’t realized how much I needed someone to hold me until now.

“How have you been?” he whispered into my hair.

“I’ve been… okay,” I replied as I pulled away.

We locked eyes for a moment; I watched as he searched my eyes, trying to figure out whether I was being sincere or not. If I were to be honest, I have been okay these last four years but seeing Grayson again and witnessing him get engaged broke a part of my mended heart once again.

“What are you even doing here Y/N?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side.

“I should be asking you that! This is my hometown, not yours. But that’s a story for another day,” I replied, giving him a small smile. “You should get back inside, they’re probably waiting for you.”

Ethan shrugged at my response and held out his hand, “I doubt it. Plus, I’m over this party already, come with me?”

I raised my eyebrow at him as I looked back and forth between his hand and his face, “Say what now?”

“Come on Y/N/N,” Ethan said exaggeratedly. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Go where exactly?”

“Anywhere,” he replied with a soft smile. “Let’s go make up for some lost time.”

I looked back down to his extended hand for a moment and clasped my own around his, “Okay… lead the way E.”

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T LIKE PANCAKES ANYMORE?” My eyes widened and I looked around the diner as Ethan went on with his rant.

I turned back to him and crossed my arms over my chest, “Are you done?”

He shook his head profusely, the shock and hurt evident on his face, “Not even close.”

I rolled my eyes in response, “I just prefer waffles now. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There’s everything wrong with that!”

“The waitress is going to come and be weirded out if you don’t stop”

He shrugged and slumped further down into his seat, “You never answered my question you know.”

“Which one?” I answered as the waitress set our food and drinks down. We both thanked her before she walked away.

“What are you doing here? Why were you even at that party?”

I looked out the window beside us and nervously played with my fingers, “I live here now.” I sighed before continuing, “I work for an Event Planning and PR company. My boss was in charge of planning that event, but she couldn’t make it tonight so she asked me to go in her place and make sure everything went smoothly.”

He nodded, signaling me to continue.

“I now realize that our clients were Amber’s parents. They hired us to plan their daughter’s surprise birthday party but I didn’t know… I never thought…”

I felt Ethan put his hand over my own and give it a light squeeze. Looking back at him, I gave him a half-smile. “It doesn’t matter though. I’m fine.”

“Of course it matters Y/N, you’re allowed to not be okay,” He replied softly. “Especially if you still love hi-"

“I don’t,” I cut him off. “It’s been four long years. I’ve moved on and so has he. We both have different lives now.”

He looked down at his cup for a moment and took a deep breath before meeting my gaze once again, “And are you happy?”

To say his question took me by surprise was an understatement, and what worried me most was my inability to answer him. Was I not happy? I was over what happened in the past, I have a new life now. So why does it feel like I’m trying to convince myself instead of him?

“Of course I am E, I love the life I’m living now. Plus, I’m around my family again. Things couldn’t possibly be better.”

He narrowed his eyes at me and I could tell he didn’t believe me one bit, but he chose not to push it further. Instead, he gave me a sly smirk before cutting off a large piece of my waffle and eating it.

I instantly stood up and smacked him in the head before taking a large gulp of his milkshake. We both looked at one another and raised our hands in defeat before laughing.

The remainder of the time was spent messing with one another and filling each other in on what else we had missed out on. I had to admit, I had missed having Ethan in my life. We had always been close but the last few days I had spent with him before leaving, we had gotten even closer. He was my best friend. It hurt to walk away and cut off all contact with him as well.

After paying for our meals, we made our way out of the diner and walked in silence. It wasn’t an awkward type of silence though but a comfortable one.

“Are we going to go back to not talking to each other after this?” Ethan asked, a frown forming on his face.

“I’m not sure,” I replied as I kept walking. “As long as you don’t eat my waffles if we see each other again, I think we can keep in contact.”

He looked down to me and nudged my shoulder playfully, “I can’t make any promises.”

I stuck out my tongue at him and walked to the passenger side of his car before getting in. The whole drive back to the venue was spent making small talk and joking around with one another. I was sad this bittersweet night was coming to an end. It felt good to have someone from my past in my life once again, even if it was for a little bit.

Once Ethan parked, he looked over to me and gave me a soft smile, “Talk to you soon?”

I gathered my things and opened the door before glancing back to him, “Yeah. Talk to you soon.”

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Once I got to work the next morning, the first thing I saw as the elevator doors opened was Mia’s assistant Emily looking rather anxious.

“Hey Ems, you okay?” I asked as I walked with her to my office.

“Yes! It’s just Mia has been calling you for the past half an hour but you weren’t answering,” she explained

I gave her a look of confusion and looked at the clock on the wall as I set my stuff down on my desk, “Sorry, I must have had my phone on silent but why is she worrying so much? I’m early today.”

Emily waved off my reply and shook her head, “No, no, that’s not why she was calling. You guys got a last minute client, they’re in the meeting room right now.”

“Oh crap,” I said as I quickly gathered my things. “I gotta go. Thank you, Emily, I owe you one!”

I quickly ran out of my office and made my way to the conference. I could hear Mia discussing details of the event from a distance and composed myself before entering.

“Good Morning! Sorry for keeping you all waiting,” I quickly stopped in my tracks as my eyes met those of a familiar hazel-eyed man.

“Y/N, this is Mr. and Mrs. Holloway. I believe you guys met yesterday at their daughter’s birthday event.” Mia said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Y-yeah, nice to see you both again” I replied shakily as I slowly made my way to the seat next to Mia.

“And of course, this is their daughter Amber, and her fiancée Grayson” Mia added. “They actually got engaged last night at the party, were you there to see it?”

“Mhm,” I said, looking down at my hands. “Congratulations to you both.”

“Mom, I think we should start heading out. Look at our other options first,” I heard Amber say with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“That’s nonsense honey” Mrs. Holloway replied.

“But Mom-“

“Sweetie, trust me on this.” Mrs. Holloway insisted. “Look, the reason we are here is because we were so impressed with how the event turned out last night that we want you and Y/N to plan our daughter’s wedding!”

My head snapped up as she finished her request and the first thing I did was look at him. I felt my body slowly begin to shut down as I processed everything. I thought back to the proposal from the night before, my goodbye to him four years ago, but most importantly; I thought about how happy we had been once upon a time before our relationship came to an end. And as I pictured myself planning his wedding to her, it felt as if my heart was slowly becoming undone once again. The wounds that had healed with time were slowly coming back, the pain increasing tenfold.

“You okay Y/N?” I looked over to Mia and saw her looking concerned, “You’re looking a little pale there.”

I nodded and forced a smile, “Yeah. Yes, sorry. Don’t mind me. I’m just a little out of it.”

“Well we don’t want to take up too much of your time,” Mrs. Holloway said. “I would really like it if both you and Mia helped us make this a wedding to remember! What do you say, honey, are you in?”

I don’t know what took over me in that very moment. Maybe it was me thinking with my head instead of my heart. Maybe it was the fact that I felt I had something to prove. Or maybe, just maybe, this is the end that’s been long overdue for this chapter of our lives to finally come to a close.

In the end, whatever it was, it drove me to say, “Yes, I’m in.”

Hope you enjoyed reading part four. Let me know what you think so far. And I promise I’ll try my best to have part five up soon! Love you guys!

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munsonstyles · 5 years

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how to request ✧

i wanna start this off by saying how extremely grateful i am for the love on all of my writings !! i appreciate it so much ♡

who i write for:

⋆ david dobrik

⋆ ilya fedorovich

⋆ dmitriy konoalov

⋆ harry styles

⋆ the dolan twins

⋆ i will also write for most of the vlog squad boys !! if you don’t see a name on here that yo want, go ahead and request it and i can let you know !! if i won’t, i probably know someone who could !!

what i won’t write:

⋆ smut (sexual tension ? yes.)

⋆ sibling(s)

⋆ i only write reader insterted stuff, also !!

i’m not the fastest at putting content out - which i apologize for. but i’d like everything i put out to be the best it can be and i also work a full time job which means i can’t write as much as i’d want to!! so please be patient with me and i hope you enjoy my fics!! masterlist is here !!

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ride-a-dolan · 6 years

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“Breakfast in Bed” (Grayson Dolan Smut)

Warnings ⚠️ : Daddy kink 😍, rough sex, name calling, etc.

Grayson’s POV

I woke up and, without opening my eyes, reached to my right to feel Y/N warm body.

She wasn’t there.

I sat up quickly, blinking away the sleep. Her side of the bed was unmade. I pressed my palm to my eyes, then stretched and rolled out of bed. Grabbing my bathrobe, I walked from the bedroom into the kitchen, tying it securely around my waist. I hadn’t bothered to even put on briefs again last night before Y/N fell asleep in my arms. I hadn’t exactly planned on wearing clothes today, either. What else were Saturdays for?

There was a sticky note on the kitchen door. I pulled it off and read it quickly. Hope you’re still asleep and don’t see this! I was going to make you breakfast in bed but we’re out of milk. Back before 10.

Smiling, I glanced at my watch: 9:45. I could crawl back in bed and pretend to be asleep. I headed back to the bedroom, grinning to myself. Y/N and I had only been dating for a month now, but every day she did something that made me thank my lucky stars she’d come into my life.

I pulled off my bathrobe and hung it back on the hook, lifting the covers to slide back underneath completely naked. Of course, after my breakfast in bed I would be dying for a way to repay her, and being already naked… I couldn’t wait to hold her again.

Something vibrated at the end of the bed and I glanced over at Y/N bedside table. Her phone lit up and started vibrating towards the edge. I reached over and grabbed it to keep it from falling to the floor. A glance at the screen told me it was a text from Heather, her best friend: “omg girl you’re such a sex kitten. Do you think he will? You should tell him!”

I hesitated, my eyes narrowing. I didn’t think Y/N was cheating on me, but…what the hell could that text mean? I punched in her code, bringing up the rest of her conversation with Heather. I knew it was wrong to pry, but what was I supposed to think, after that text?

Heather: so whats he like in bed. ;) im still so jealous, girl

Y/N: haha well you’ve been banging his best friend for a year now! So don’t even. Grayson is great–he’s HUGE! I know every girl says that but omg

Heather: yeahhh get it girl!

Y/N: I shouldn’t say this, but… kinda wish he wasn’t so gentle with me

Heather: ahhh haha he doesn’t know you love bad boys

Y/N: yeah bad boys are good…but I want a man who’s not afraid to boss me around ya know? ;P

Heather: omg girl you’re such a sex kitten. Do you think he will? You should tell him!

I stared at the phone, trying to register my shock. I had no idea Y/N felt that way. I wished she’d told me. I tried to recall if she’d hinted at anything similar during sex. To be honest, I couldn’t remember, but then again, I never thought clearly while in bed with her. My excuse was that all the blood for my brain was busy elsewhere. In truth, I had wanted to go a little rougher with her, but I hadn’t wanted to approach her about it yet, not until we’d been together for a bit longer. I was afraid of scaring her off.

But, if that’s how she felt… I’d definitely give her what she wanted. I replaced her phone on the bedside table and stood up, now walking over to my closet to get dressed.

I made it into the kitchen right as I heard Y/N turning the lock. I sat at the kitchen table, arms crossed, as she walked in. She saw me, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the three piece suit I’d put on.

“Grayson! what are you–”

“Did I say you could leave?” I interrupted.

Her mouth was still open in surprise, the bottle of milk clutched in her left hand. “What do you m–”

“Did I say you could leave my bed, little girl?” I asked again, forcefully. She was still confused, so I stood up. I cross the room and shut the door behind her, locking it with a click. “The answer,” I said, now taking her shoulders and pulling her over to the kitchen table. “is no.” I pressed down on her shoulders as I lowered myself into the chair, forcing her to kneel in front of me.

“Your punishment is to suck daddy’s dick.” I kept one hand to her head while the other unzipped my slacks.

She looked up at me, bemusement ceding into lust. She smiled. “Gray–”

I cut her off by thrusting my cock into her mouth. “Daddy,” I corrected, now using my other hand to force her head down my shaft. “If you don’t call me daddy, I’m going to thrust my dick so far down your throat you can’t breathe.”

Y/N smiled against my cock, now engaging herself. I felt something cold press against my leg and looked down to see the milk bottle had rolled into me, released from Y/N grasp. I kicked it away, spreading my legs wider to give Y/N better access. She slid her mouth further down my erection, her eyes locking into mine as her pink lips glided up and down the shaft. I released my gaze, my head rolling against the back of the chair. I hadn’t had many blow jobs from her, and now I was wondering why we hadn’t done more of this. She was amazing at it, now purring softly around the tip, making a small moan slip out of my mouth. Actually, this one was better that all her others, and she’d barely started. Maybe she did just need a man to boss her around.

My hands laced around her head, intertwining with her now messy hair. I increased pressure on the back of her head, forcing her to speed up and to go deeper. She gagged slightly, but that only made me fuck her mouth harder. “Take it, baby,” I murmured, watching her mouth slide roughly up and down my erection. “Take it all.” She choked, trying to jerk away from me. I pulled her hair back away from my dick and she leaned back, gasping to take a breath. I smirked. “Too rough for my little girl?” Y/N said nothing, merely gazed up at me with a mixture of awe and desire. I clenched my grip harder around her hair. “Now you’re going to strip for me.” I released her, and after a silent pause, she did. She slid her t-shirt over her head and pulled down her jeans, now standing in front of me in her lacy green lingerie. Apparently she had been planning to seduce me after breakfast in bed. I smiled, my eyes narrowing. Good. “All of it,” I said, lifting my hand and twirling my finger in midair. She hesitated, then slowly withdrew her hands to her back. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground, releasing her breasts. I licked my lips as the rounded flesh bounced free, letting my gaze drop to her waist as she slowly began pulling down her panties.

“Now,” I said, keeping my voice firm and forceful. “You’re going to crawl on your hands and knees to the bedroom, like the little slut you are.”

I could see the smile on her face now. She bit her lip coyly as she lowered herself to her knees. “Yes, Daddy,” she finally whispered.

I smiled in triumph as I watched her breasts dangle, aided by gravity, and then begin to bounce as she crawled across the floor. I stood up to watch, my hand reaching for my shaft. So fucking hot.

She disappeared into the bedroom and I followed. She was exactly as I wanted her, her stomach pressed against the bed while her legs hung over the side, her entrance vulnerable for my taking. And it was obvious she was already wet.

Still in my suit, I slid my hand over her ass, feeling her flesh trembling beneath me. I positioned myself at her waist at rested my erection at her entrance. She moaned, turning her head to look back at me.

“Are you going to watch me fuck you?” I asked, now squeezing her ass cheeks in my long fingers.

Her flesh jumped beneath me, her mouth opening in need. “Yes,” she whispered.

I removed my hand, then let it fall across her cheek with a slap. She yelped, her body rocking forward. “Yes, what?”

Her mouth closed once before she opened it again to answer. “Yes, Daddy.”

I thrust sharply into her, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Her body stiffened into one long line, her head snapping forward to moan into a pillow. I felt her clench around my cock, forcing a shudder that rocked through my whole body. Oh God, how I’ve wanted to take her from this position.

I thrust again, harder, and found a rhythm. Her hands twisted madly against the sheets as she moaned. I grabbed at her wrists, pulling her arms backward until her shoulders were almost off the mattress.

“Oh, God!” Y/N cried, her head now forced upward, facing the headboard. I was rock hard, from her voice, from her tightness, from watching my cock disappearing inside her as I thrust forward. She moaned louder, her wrists struggling against my grip, but I held her fast.

“Naughty little girl,” I growled as I fucked her harder. “You haven’t been whoring yourself out to any boys, have you?” No response, just increased moaning that was reaching the volume of a shriek. I plowed my cock into her, feeling myself already getting close. Why hadn’t we done this sooner? “Answer me,” I said harshly.

Her answer was barely audible between her gasps. “No, Grayson,” she panted.

I stopped thrusting, drawing my cock out of her until only the tip remained. “What did you call me?”

She twisted madly in my grip. “Oh God, no, please, I’m so close.”

I released one hand from her wrist, instead pulling at the strands of hair falling over her shoulder. “I said, what did you call me?”

Y/N moaned loudly as I pulled her hair. I couldn’t see her face; I could only feel her legs quivering beneath me and watch her free hand clutch at the sheets with white knuckles. “Daddy,” she whispered again.

“Louder.”

“Daddy! Oh, please, Daddy, please fuck me!”

I thrusted into her again. She screamed, one long howl that broke into smaller and smaller pieces as my thrusts increased. Then another long scream as she reached her climax. She thrashed wildly beneath me, her hips bucking weakly against me until I felt her legs collapse under her. She lay beneath me, gasping for breath, as I hurried to finish myself.

It didn’t take long. Not with her lying like that, with the sound of her screams of pleasure echoing in my ears. My face screwed up as my climax neared. I reached the wall and pulled out, roughly turning Y/N onto her back. “Open your mouth,” I panted quickly, pulling her waist so her face slid closer to me.

I was too far away to make it neat. I came with a gasp, releasing my essence onto her face. Some fell into her waiting mouth, while most dripped off her cheek and chin. All over her face. Her face, that was mine to do with whatever I pleased.

Panting for breath, I collapsed to the bed beside her. Y/N giggled, now wiping her face from the last of my remaining cum. “Grayson, that was…amazing.” She glanced at me, sucking the cum off of her finger seductively.

I smiled, my breath finally slowing as I watched her insert another finger into her mouth. “Glad you enjoyed your breakfast in bed.”

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strangerquinns · 3 years

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hi ever! can u write something about grayson giving you the silent treatment all day and at night u decided to sleep in the guest room but he came find u!

Grayson Dolan x Reader

The day started normally like it always does. You woke up, showered, got dressed, then made breakfast. You chatted with Ethan as you made breakfast as Grayson came in from his morning workout. Everything was normal. But for some reason something that you had done along the way of the day caused Grayson to be mad at you. Because since he came out from his shower - he'd been giving you the cold shoulder and silent treatment.

Sometimes tried to see what it was. Maybe you'd left a mess in the bathroom after your shower? But normally with stuff like that he'd tell you. Or maybe he made plans for the two of you, but never got to say cause you went off on your own? No, that couldn't be it.

And each time you tried to talk to him, touch him, or even be near him it seemed to annoy him more. Grayson's scowl became deeper and the silence more suffocate. So towards the end of the day, you kept your distance and hung out with Ethan most of the day. Ethan could tell that his brother was in a mood, but knew that he would need space. Because when Grayson got into a mood - he had to bring himself out of it.

But when Grayson got into his moods he never pushed you away. If anything he pulled you closer cause you brought some happiness to him.

"You always make me better, angel," Grayson spoke one day as the two of you laid in bed together. "Any time the pressure of stuff starts to become too much, I just need you with me."

It seemed like this wasn't one of those times that he needed you.

After a few movies with Ethan, the need for sleep started to become too much. Grayson has gone to the bedroom about an hour ago, so you stood outside the door debating on if you even wanted to go inside. Your mind battled back and forth for a while but settled on sleeping in the guest room.

A heavy sadness weighed on your shoulders as you walked into the guest room at the end of the hallway, getting in and under the cool, white sheets. The house fell silent as you rest in the unfamiliar bed. But a couple of rooms down Grayson laid in bed waiting for you. He knew that he'd let his mood get to him again. Grayson could see the frown on your face any time you came near him. And as much as he wanted to pull you closer, his mind wasn't letting him.

His eyes darted towards the time on his phone once again. Grayson was confused cause it was nearly an hour past the time you two usually went to bed but you hadn't come back. He heard you earlier in the living room with Ethan, but he'd heard his brother go into his bedroom.

After another thirty minutes, Grayson pushed back the comforter lying on top of him and walked through the house. He checked the living room. The kitchen. The lounge room and even the backyard. He couldn't find you. He looked out the front and saw that your car was still in the driveway.

"Where are they?" He whispered to himself, before turning back towards the bedrooms.

But just as Grayson moved to go back into your room, his eyes darted towards the end of the hall. He hadn't checked the guest bedroom. Slowly he walked towards the room and opened the door, peeking inside. Grayson sighed deeply with relief when he saw you bundled in the guest bed.

A deep frown formed on his face as he saw your sleeping form moving towards you quickly. He made sure not to move the bed too much, not wanting to wake up. But it was like the moment that Grayson was close enough, your body knew that he was near. Also, you weren't in a deep sleep since you were sleeping somewhere unfamiliar.

"Grayson?" You whispered with sleepiness in your voice, your eyes barely opening as you looked up towards him.

His frown deepened more, "Fuck, I tried not to wake you."

"Wasn't asleep," You shrugged your shoulder slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"You didn't come back to bed."

You sighed softly, "Well...after today I didn't think that you wanted me near you."

Grayson internally cringed and felt a shame come over him. "I'm sorry, I...fuck, I shouldn't have done that. Of course, I want you with me."

"Did I do something wrong?"

Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout as you looked up towards him. His shame pressed down on him a little more.

"God no. You did nothing wrong," Grayson moved to lay beside you and wrapped his arm around you. "I was just in a mood and lost in my mind. I never intended for it to come off that I was mad at you."

Grayson's hand caressed your cheek before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You relaxed under his touch and leaned into him more. The heaviness of the worry you were feeling lifting off of you.

"Come back to bed with me, can't sleep without my baby beside me."

You pulled back slightly to look up towards him, "Ok, let's go back to our bed."

The two of you headed back into your bedroom and got into bed beside one another, Grayson wrapping his arm around you and holding you close. You slept soundly feeling safe within his arms for the first time in the entire day.

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simplyxdolxstyles · 2 years

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g.d drabble

Long time so see! Um I had a request for Grayson and I just couldn’t pass it up (I miss the boys). It’s probably gonna be hot garbage since I’m rusty but I tried.

This is an oc oneshot with a mentioned name. Feel free to change to whatever you like and enjoy.

Warning: nothing, just fluff

Brooke never expected to fall in love, she rather enjoyed the single life, however that all changed when she meets someone at a party that might change her mind.

“Do we really have to go to this thing?” Brooke asked her friend.

“Oh come on, Brooke. Don’t flake out now, you promised you’d come along, I want to introduce you to someone.” Her friend smirked. Brooke knew that look on her friend’s face. She knew this was another attempt for fixing her up with someone.

“Besides, this time it could be different.” Brooke rolled her eyes and continued to get ready.

When Brooke and her friend arrived to the party it was already packed. Loud music, flashing lights, the smell of booze was enough to make Brooke’s stomach turn. She would rather be anywhere but here right now.

“I’m gonna see if they’re here, don’t move.” Her friend said walking off. Wait, did she say ‘they’? As in more than one? What’s going on here? It didn’t take long before her friend came back with not one but two boys, and also where they twins? This was weird.

“Brooke, I’d like you to meet Ethan and Grayson. Guy’s this is my friend Brooke.”

“Hi.” She said with a small smile on her face. She didn’t want to admit it but she thought the one known as ‘Grayson’ was really cute.

“Hey, is Kristina here?” Brooke’s friend asked.

“Yeah she is, she just went to the bathroom. Oh, Kristina’s my girlfriend, you should come meet her, and she’s super nice and friendly.” Ethan said. Brooke just nodded and walked alongside Grayson as they went to wait for Kristina.

“You know, Katie’s (friends name) mentioned a lot about you.” Grayson said with a small smile on his face.

“She has?! Oh my God?!” Brooke flushed in embarrassment as she glared at her friend who sent a hesitant wave at her, the group laughing.

Don’t worry, they’re all good things.” Grayson said with a little laugh.

“Phew, that’s a relief.” She sighed making the group fall into laughter.

Throughout the rest of the night Brooke was having a lot of fun with Grayson, his brother and Kristina, she never expected to enjoy herself as she is now, especially with Grayson by her side.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit here?” Brooke turned around and became face to face with Grayson.

“Sure.” She replied, scooting over. The light aroma of Grayson’s cologne wafted to her nose. Not to strong but still noticeable.

“So, I’m guessing Katie brought you here against your will huh?”

“Yeah, but I’m enjoying myself, really. I never knew I’d have so much fun. I never like these things, I always get so overwhelmed at parties, that’s why I don’t usually go.” Brooke smiled.

“To be honest, I didn’t want to be here either, Ethan kind of talked me into it. When Katie first mentioned I just thought of ‘whatever’ but you’re cool, also kind of cute too.” Grayson complimented.

“Really? Well thanks, you’re pretty cute too, and I enjoyed myself, especially after meeting you, and your brother of course.” She blushed as Grayson laughed.

“Is it possible I can get your number after this, I’d like to talk more.” Grayson looked his hazel eyes with her bright green ones.

“Okay, sure.” Brooke wrote her number and passed it to Grayson. Perhaps it may seem too soon but she couldn’t wait to hear or see more of Grayson, and soon.

Who knows?, it could lead to something more

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vinylhazza · 3 years

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For Keeps (G.D)

Summary: Jesse knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it, or rather demand it. Grayson, who carries respect and dignity like a shield of armor, walks the line of being the vanilla boyfriend he always thought she’d want, or the guy that listens to the devil on his shoulder and embellishes on the fantasies that won’t leave him alone every night. There is a first for everything, a time and place to try something -- or some one new. There is a chance to set the fire in motion. He might just take it.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning: Strong sexual content, giving head, fingering, spitting, explicit language

There is a first for everything.

The first time you ride a bike, the first time you try your favorite food, the first time you win an award, the first time you hear your favorite song, the first time you talk to the person you’re meant to spend the rest of forever with, the first time you overcome your worst fear, the first time you read your favorite book, the first time you travel to a different country, the first time you have thoughts that should damn you for eternity and for some...there is even a first time for eating pussy.

It’s an embarrassment he’d never wanted anyone to discover let alone put to the test. Sure his friends had their time to talk about their extensive knowledge on female anatomy, but whenever the topic of him and Jesse doing anything outside the box he himself had placed them in, his lips were sealed. For one thing it wasn’t their business, for two he’s not entirely sure what he would say. He knew the time would come. He didn’t view their relationship like a race and he knew Jesse didn’t either. They’d been friends for too long and knew each other too well for him to base their relationship off of sex.

Grayson keeps his eyes glued to his hands holding Jesse’s hips tight -- unsure of what to do now that he’s got her beneath him and wanting him to have his way with her. He knows what he wants, but doubts that he has the courage to pursue it within him. He’d watch her with careful eyes as she peeled off each article of clothing before pulling him close by his belt loop and on to the bed to kiss her rough busy day away. A picnic was nice, but his complete and undivided attention was better. Even if his eyes trailing up and down every part of her body made her nervous.

He’d done plenty of things with his ex before Jesse, but none of those things had involved his lips and tongue anywhere beneath the waist. Not anything like he’s inevitably about to do.

“Cat caught your tongue?” Jesse had snickered minutes ago, a sly smirk lacing up her ruby red lips from so much kissing -- moment’s before he’d gotten them both all hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it when he was with her, his self control falters and he’s drunk off her touch once again, swimming in a pool of despair he can’t control. All he can think about is her. Wanting her. Needing her. Touching every single inch of her velvety skin. Wanting to do things to her. Wanting her to do things to him. Things he would blush at in the future.

Jesse was a woman with desires he’d only dreamed of women having. She was shy at times but the devil danced in her bright eyes. Grayson knew she wanted things she’d never had the guts to say out loud and things she only wanted from him alone. It all made him a fierce kind of nervous, but gave him an electrified thrill. A challenge for him to explore the workings of her body and all the ways he can make her more satisfied than she’s ever been. He didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon - and if he wanted to do her right, he had to go outside of his comfort zone for her.

Knowing Jesse was more experienced did things to him that he couldn’t begin to hide -- but more than anything it made him jealous of every set of hands that had ever touched her skin before his. It made him reckless and competitive, focused and haughty. He was better than them, he could be better than them.

He could rapture her into a whirlwind of pleasure that would ruin her image of every man except him, wanting no one's mouth but his, daydream of no one’s lips but his own, beg for no one else’s touch, want no one else’s hands but the ones holding her now. It wasn’t about him, this wasn’t about his pleasure for once, it was truly all about her.

Pulling him back into the flames, he’s burning up under her intense stare, waiting for him to do something, do anything. Anything but watch her long enough to find something less than stellar, less than grand, less than exceptional. With her fears unfolding she pulls him down for a kiss of her own, a soft feather of a thing he can feel all the way to his toes. She’d always been good at that, giving him more to miss when she’s away. The way she hugs him close is one of those things.

Grayson fell hard into love—which wasn’t particularly unusual for the hopeless romantic he was, but he always knew Jesse was set apart from the seasonal heartthrobs. He was truly bewitched by her creativity, wanderlust, unapologetic confidence, patience, and beauty.

An enchantress she was, beautiful beyond anything he could ever deserve. Drop dead gorgeous with the personality to match, there wasn’t a head that didn’t turn when she walked into a room, not a man that didn’t fumble over their words at any opportunity to talk to her, not a woman who didn’t want to be her friend. Sure her beauty was undeniable, but her benevolent heart beat it all.

He may never know why Jesse had leaned in to kiss him seven months ago save for three days in a hidden corner in Café Verona -- a quaint treasure he’d always hold dear to his heart. Fairy lights criss-crossed along the ceiling, soft Jazz waltzing with the beat of his heart, emerald green leather bench pressing into his thighs. But he’s glad she did. He’s glad she leaned in to kiss him when he’d been building up the nerve for weeks. So afraid to go there but more afraid of not knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He’s glad she took his chin in between her fingers to hold him still enough to feel her lips press to his securely, a warmth swarming in his chest where the heart shaped hole once was.

If he flipped through the pages of his memory, he would remember a statue-like stillness about him before he sunk into her touch, caging her head in his large careful hands. Feeling the gasp she tried to hide, the smell of grapefruit shampoo and the way her flushed cheeks felt under his stroking thumbs. He would see himself fall into her, around her and through her, off the edge of the rocky cliff and into the dark blissful deep of nothing but her.

He’d be eternally grateful she looked at him with utmost sincerity and whispered with a raw kind of intensity that he’d “driven her mad you see” -- and he’d heard it then, the brittleness of her voice because fear rattles her to the core, and she had been scared out of her mind. A crack that tracked through her careful confession and to the root of him. Jesse was scared of what he meant, what he was in terms of her heart, what he could be if she continued to kiss him the way she was.

In that quiet moment he remembered what made her so deeply rooted in his heart: the laugh that rattled him, the soft smell of peaches and vanilla, the way she never drives without sunglasses because her mom who passed away much too early did the same, the dance she does when she finally eats the first bite of food after damn near breaking the world in half in hanger, the way she punches the roof of her car after making it through a yellow light because her best friend in high school did the same, the way she always turns her spoon upside down when eating ice cream, and the way she always has answers for everything no matter what topic, even the way she laughs entirely too hard at Family Feud.

For that reason alone he waited for the physical parts to come when they may. It was new and exciting sure, and he’d always loved her heart of course, but her body was uncharted territory. He was patient, yes. A gentleman guarding some assumed virtue, even if he knew better than to think she was anything but a seductress. Patient enough to tell her no when she’s had one too many drinks and not enough discipline. They’d been friends before anything else - the best of friends with a foundation of trust. He’s spent years trying to gain that trust and he vowed to keep it.

Of course he could have been that guy on many occasions: possessive, selfish, greedy and crude. He could have played his cards and dealt his dirty hand at the wrong moment and still pulled out ahead. I mean hell, how often do guys get out of the friend-zone? But he wasn’t that guy. No matter the relationship status — they weren’t ready.

They hadn’t been ready to cross that carefully drawn line in the sand, not until now. With the strawberry White Barn candle burning in the corner on the cluttered desk one could expect from a college student and a half full can of Arizona tea on the night stand...her face lit with a mystical kind of magic he’d only ever seen the day she leaned back after their first official kiss.

“Hold my hair.”

Grayson found the words slipping off his tongue easier than they’d come all night. All he’s planned on was a simple date in the park that was tucked away and secluded from all the people that could interrupt, he’d even brought her favorite book and laid back on a soft patch of grass to listen to her melodic voice read to him. He’d planned to come back and share a peck or two while watching a new episode of Daredevil and holding her through the night. She’d had a long day full of texts to him, trying to get him to give her the okay to walk out of her low-paying job and not look back. He never planned on laying her down on his bed and caressing every inch of her skin until he was finally delving into a place he’d never been quite like this.

He was nervous but he could do anything, be anything with her hand in his hair and her kind eyes watching him defile her. He just knew from this moment on he would have a reputation to uphold, as cocky as it sounded. He had to prove he wasn’t as lost as he felt. He felt like a virgin all over again, like he was doing something raw and real and scary. A secret only the wrinkled sheets would remind him of later.

Her touch, her soothing him through something that frightened him has always been a crutch for him to lean on. When he got in a fight with his brother, she was there to comb through his hair and talk him through the proper apology, when he decided to change majors and had a breakdown so crippling he couldn’t breathe she rocked him through it until his breath was even once again, when he wrecked his new car on the way home from a party he never should have been at she was right there to give him a kiss on the cheek and help him call the insurance company and his erratic mother who loved her like a daughter. She led him through the rough parts of life and then some.

He never imagined she would be leading him through something so sensual, but he needed her bringing him back to earth all the same.

Jesse obliged with a grin of her own, feeling him shuffle down to trail a string of kisses across her torso and down to the base of her need and desire. The fireball of want burned in her stomach, turning her rational thoughts brown and charred. He was good at that, making her need him fiercely. She’d never wanted anyone so much, and even if she thinks back to past flings - she’d never been satisfied like she was with Grayson, and they’d done much less.

“What are you thinking?” Jesse wonders, distracted by his soft supple lips and his nibbling at her hip, but wanting to hear the inner workings of his brain. Her fingers fidget, wanting to push him by his brown mop of hair down lower - just to feel him at last. She needed this distraction, she just needed his help to forget. Not that she hadn’t been waiting for months for this exact moment, there was just urgency in the way she’s stripped herself bare before him.

She almost expects him to wait for her direction, but jerks against him when he takes the lead all on his own. How could he not with her as his complete mercy, giving him the fuck me eyes and twisting a lock if hair around her finger?

Grayson thinks on that as he trails his mouth down, down, down to slick his tongue up the base of her, smirking to himself when she wiggles against him. “I’m thinking that I like you this way.”

The contact was a shock to her nervous system and a promise of what was soon to come if she kept tempting him the way she was. She was a heathen with angel eyes. Someone infatuated with his innocence (at least he was more innocent than she) and curiosity to learn every curve and dip of her body. He made her feel powerful, unstoppable, undeniable. She craved it as much as he craved her own lips tracking across his skin - in the heat of the moment or in the still of the night.

“Naked you mean?” She laughs then, trying to keep herself at least somewhat under control now that he’s grown some balls and taken the first step. She’s shocked momentarily that she didn’t have to practically order him into touching her.

She grips her breasts at another bold swipe of his tongue. Rolling her hardened nipples between her fingers and tensing at the sparks flying up her center. The feeling of him spreading her open, blowing against her throbbing clit is almost too much to bear. Jesse curses then, a soft “fuck” she tries to reel back before he gets too big of a head. She knows it fell on eager ears when he delivers another bold stripe of his tongue up her center -- slow and deliberate.

“Unguarded,” he finally grumbles, rubbing away the goosebumps that pepper her thighs. She thinks for a moment that she could gave turned off the ceiling fan circling over top of them, but feared she might burn up if it wasn’t for the white blades blowing on her crown of hair going every which way on the pillow.

She ignores how right he is - that she’s never been this vulnerable with him before, but instead rolls her eyelids shut to feel him really delve into her - opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to her flat. This is just what she needed, her favorite person trying something new and succeeding at it.

For someone that’s never given head, he was pulling it off. He was going to ruin her.

Glancing down at the yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the right side of his face, Jesse curled her fingers into his plush head of hair once again, somewhere between heaven and hell with no real knowledge of the difference.

She moans at his lips wrapping around her, the suction to her lower region and the way his thumbs dig into her skin to hold her in place. No running this time, she had no choice but to feel it all. This is what she wanted right?

“This feel okay?” he teases, tentatively trailing the tip of his tongue around the place she wanted most. He loved to see her eyes alight with that devilish incomprehensible lust. He was truly winging it, doing anything he’d heard from friends or watched himself late at night, anything to further her soft pants and moans tumbling out of her O shaped mouth. She was too good to be true and felt like one lucky bastard.

Nodding down to him she groans, wanting him latched to her. “M-more than okay just keep going.”

He never knew it could feel so pleasurable to be the giver and not the receiver nine times out of ten. He didn’t know how selfish he’d been and the opportunities he'd missed to feel compliant and...obedient. He liked it. He loved it. He loved the position he was in - her looking down at him like the goddess she was and always had been, him crouching down at the end of the bed to devour her in the best way he could, his hair disheveled, eyes dark with hunger, hands gripping her tight.

He lets instinct take the wheel, peppering kisses to her clit and bringing his own hand down to slip in a finger to add extra stimulation - pleased when Jesse releases another string of curses. Fowl language huh? Wonder what she’d do if he stopped-

“You’re such a dick-“ she tugs at his roots, rolling her hips into his mouth that savors her now, lips slick with her wetness. She tasted good, he’d concluded. It wasn’t anything like what he imagined it would be, no, it was better. It felt better than all of the horror stories he’d made up in his head. He’s sure if he wanted to - he could stay right down between her legs for hours -- until his lips were sore and his tongue tired. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not when she’s been waiting so long, fantasized too often. She huffs out again “Thought you’ve never done this before.”

That must be a good sign, right?

“Never,” he slurps at her, shaking his head and groaning into her core. He felt the slickness of her on his cheeks now. Bowing down to eat her out was harder than it looked, especially with back problems as it was.

Focused and drunk on Jesse’s gentle hip thrust into his mouth he hugs her thighs and stands upright, just off the edge of the bed, bringing her lower half up in the air with him. He can feel her trembling now, wide eyes gleaming at him with surprise and delight at the new and better position.

She was losing it. She’d had him compliant at first, her soft-hearted boyfriend trying something new...but damn he was tugging the ropes from between her fingers and leading her to a path less traveled. Quick learner he was.

“Grayson put me down! Have you lost your mind?” Jesse squealed, grinning at his closed eyes and moving lips, deaf to her antics. She was expected something quick, maybe even simple, but him switching up positions was not in the game plan as great as it was.

She could see it now, the guy that was always hiding just beneath the surface. She could see how her sounds urged him on and made him try harder. She could see his arms shaking from the weight of her legs and the effort it took to hold her pussy as close to him as he could. She could feel the heavy breath fanning out across her pelvis from his nose. She could feel the tickle of his hair dangling down and whispering across the skin of her stomach. She could feel that same ball of fire seated in her stomach slip lower and lower with each passing second - until the words that fell out of her mouth were nothing but strings of profanity would make a sinner blush.

It was going to sear her in half, that fucking ball of fire. Hot lava stirring up a flood she couldn’t stop. It was splitting her in half just as his digits were now, pumping into her hard and fast, curling at his knuckles. His rings gleam from the yellow lamp-light and shock her when they touch her dewy skin. She had lost all sense of control.

Hearing his own moans, hearing how desperate he was to keep eating her pussy and make her feel better than anyone had, got her inching towards the edge. It was a low kind of growl itching at his throat.

The taste of her blurred his senses, the soft smell of her making his mind spin out of control, the tightening walls of her cunt around his fingers fucking her fast, the light sheen of sweat that glowed in the dim light of his room - he was a madman with no direction but forward. He had to keep going, for stopping would surely break them both. He would love to tease her, but knew if he stopped one more time she would kill him in a heartbeat.

“Open your fucking eyes and watch me.” He barked down to her, stopping only for a moment to glare at her. His fingers continued their fast paced in and out, in and out, in and out.

He’d figured if he was going to take it all the way, he needed to pull every string. Needed to pull out the nasty daydreams and make them a reality. This is something he would have for keeps. Something he’d want to do over and over, something he couldn’t wait to do again. Something he’d want to remember.

Peeling her eyes open she sobbed at the sight of him spitting into her pussy with a smile, staring at her darkly. Light eyes blacked into pits he ruined her through and through. He had to be lying, he just had to be.

“Fast learner,” Grayson sneers, leaning forward to smear his saliva around her slick folds, arms circling her midsection to hold her close again.

“ Fuckfuckfuckfuck- keep fu- keep going!” Jesse begs, barely holding on to the light threatening to slip away into the fire burning her up. “Doing so good Gray, so fucking good.”

She had discovered soon in the relationship and the minimal sexual acts they’d indulged in that Grayson was a man that adored praise. He wanted someone to tell him how good he was doing, even if he already knew it. He wanted someone to look him in the eyes just as she was doing now and watch him succeed. He wanted complete undivided attention, verbal acknowledgment.

He sucked at her still, sliding his tongue into her quickly then — remembering someone in a poorly shot amateur porn video did the same to the tatted up blonde he was practically fucking to death, and hoped it would have the same effect on his beautiful princess begging for him to keep going. He kept note while he watched the video, knowing one day he would be standing where he is now relishing in the gold mine that belonged to him. He fucker her with his tongue, humming into her cunt for the added stimulation.

Fuck all she was the end of him. “Pretty pussy all wet for me, yeah? Want to cum? Bet you doubt me huh? Thought I wouldn’t do you right…”

He chucked at the vigorous nodding of her head, the eyes rolling in the back of her head, the hand that leaves his hip to pull at her own hair. Her eyes squeezing shut in panic now that she feels the tip of the iceberg coming up fast.

“Don’t even know how crazy you drive me, how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”

Hearing him admit it only made her thighs quiver against his strong arms, only made her want more, made her creep dangerously close to the edge she was for once in her life afraid to fall off of. The crash into the sea would be the biggest shock she’s ever had. Jesse tried to focus on her breathing, trading the heaving for squealing when he dipped his tongue in her entrance to give her something to fantasize about. She’d never had someone tongue fuck her, let alone stair into her soul while they did it.

Fuck he was good. Too fucking good.

“Baby you have t-to slow down,” she warns, the big splash terrifying and so close. He was a wicked man for doing just the opposite, spreading her legs wider and shaking his head against her again, eyes squeezed shut like he knew what would happen in only a few seconds.

“Grayson step back,” she tried to warn more firmly, afraid of the unfamiliar feeling of something new about to happen, embarrassed already but too worked up to stop it. “Shit - Grayson step back!”

And there it was, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had and certainly the wettest. Her release soaked the bed beneath, sheets spotted with her arousal and breath stolen from her lungs. She’s not sure when Grayson had dropped her, or whether her convulsing body wiggled out of his grasp during the black out she’d just had. She was spread on the bed in her own mess, her chest flushed, damp hair stuck to her forehead in waves, vision blurred, eyelids drooping in exhaustion, hand somehow in Graysons.

He’s there then. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, his hand a ghost on her forehead brushing away those tendrils of hair, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles with tender care, his lips smoothing the furrow of her brows. Grayson is lifting her without a word, caging her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and smoothing her head against his chest to feel the weight of her there - just to feel the heat of her consume him.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, spent.

“I hope it wasn’t too much,” he whispers into her hair, hand smoothing over the locks while rocking her around the room, mind racing with every image of what he’d just done and the feeling of complete bliss flooding his body.

He’s almost worried she fell asleep in his arms until he feels the shaking he can only assume is laughter, before she’s hugging him tighter. “Idiot. I can’t believe you’ve never done that. And I can’t believe I’m this tired. Feel like a rookie.”

“Guess I passed the test then?”

“Flying colors.”

Jesse nuzzles in as far as she can, tucking in her arms against his chest and letting the state of Nirvana wash over her. With a sigh Jesse thinks over the shocking events of her boyfriend being 100% nastier than she’d initially thought — not that she’s complaining.

She barely remembers Grayson running a bath, or setting her in the steaming tub with a kiss, or waiting for him to strip the bed with a giddiness sitting in his chest at all that they’d done, barely remembers him joining her in the tub and catching soap in the calm of his hand to smith the suds over her post-sex body. That’s the only way she would describe herself in the moment, her skin felt sensitive to the touch, sparks still shooting through her with the feeling of his hands on her.

What Jesse does remember is laying with Grayson in a bed freshly made, arm draped over his stomach, head resting against his arm, lips peppering kisses against his chest randomly through-out the night. She remembers the feeling of adoration and understanding. What they’d done was both the most foul thing she’d ever done, but also the most liberating and beautiful experience. To lose yourself in another person in such a way that you’re utterly consumed by them was...foreign to the pair laying together in the still of the night.

Jesse waited until Grayson was softly snoring until she said the only thing she’d never had the guts to tell him in the months they’d been dating. He’d been waiting on it patiently. It was different between friends, but it meant so much more when you don't want to say it to anyone else for the rest of your life. The moment she says it, she can’t ever take it back. Maybe that’s why she chooses the early hours of the morning to lean in and press her lips against his feather soft, blinking back the mist clouding her vision.

“Don’t know if you could tell...but I'm kind of in love with you...so just be patient with me please I’m trying for you.”

Maybe she would get the guts one day to say the words while he’s awake, maybe face to face or with the lights off because she has some kind of comfort in the dark, or maybe it would slip out on accident. In any way that it happens, she hopes he will smile. She hopes that he knows how insanely incandescently happy he makes her each and every day, and how honored she feels that she got to experience another first with him.She hopes he will be comforted that his feelings are 100% reciprocated. She hopes that she gets to see that beautiful smile he wears on special occasions -- the true smile that he doesn't show too often. For now she presses her lips to his once again, smiling softly as the slow ride and fall of his chest, arm holding her close, the ring she won him out of a shitty machine in the corner of a tattoo shop he’d stopped into on a whim secured on a thin chain around his neck, and the fluttering of his eyelashes while he dreamed.

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