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grayson meets black and white

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what about sitting on grays lap and him wanting to plwase you so he rubs your clot and fingers you until you come

Oof yes. Doing it in front of a mirror too. He’s still completely dressed in those grey sweats and pink hoodie, and you’re in his lap in nothing but his T-shirt with your legs spread and draped over his.

You watch his hand trail up from your knee to the middle of your thigh, making little circles with his fingertips as he does. Grayson rests his chin on your shoulder and catches your eye in the reflection, a little smirk playing at his lips as goosebumps flare across your sensitive skin with his teasing touch. You bite your lip and ease back against his chest, arching your hips to try and urge him to get to your pussy.

You expect him to keep up the featherlight brushes of his hand until you’re writhing in desperation, but you’re surprised when he cups your center with his whole palm, applying just enough pressure to give you a modicum of relief.

He nuzzles into your neck, his breath hot and ticklish as he sucks not-so-gentle kisses there. Your eyes roll back, and you sink into him further, both of your hands gripping his forearm that’s got you secured to him by the waist.

“You want me to make you cum?” he asks, voice rough and deep. It makes you shiver and you nod blindly, bucking into his hand as he bites down on your shoulder. You moan out his name loudly, and you can feel his grin when he soothes the mark with a lick and a kiss. “Then you have to watch.”

It takes some effort, but your eyes do flutter open, meeting his briefly before darting down to where he’s still palming you roughly. True to his word, Grayson starts moving his fingers dexterously up and down your slit, grunting softly at the wetness seeping out of you further down. He spreads it around your lips, even brushes over your clit.

“Grayson,” you whine disapprovingly when he leaves your clit in favor of squeezing the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“I told you, baby, you have to watch,” Grayson reminds, his voice maddeningly sexy and smug when your eyes fly open once more; you hadn’t even been aware they had closed again, but him touching your clit must have made them do so in bliss.

“Good girl,” he whispers, eyes shining when they meet yours in the mirror once more. If you had any sense left in you, you might have reached back and lightly smacked that irritating little smirk off his lips, but he’s suddenly rubbing circles on that little bundle of nerves, and you’re melting into him once again.

Your gaze becomes glued to the reflection, fixated on the way he rubs you slow and steady, just how you like. He’s big and warm behind you, beneath you, his hard-on pressing against your ass and adding another layer of eroticism to this whole experience.

But really, you’re surprised at how much you’re actually enjoying watching. Your pussy is slick and swollen and his hand looks even more masculine and beautiful than usual when you get to really see it working you up.

“I can literally see how wet I am,” you observe, your voice raspy and laced with pure arousal. You swallow and let out a quiet giggle, your head falling back into his shoulder as it becomes almost too much. “Fuck, that’s actually really hot.”

Grayson moans, the sound going straight into your ear and down to your pussy, making it even more drenched. He shakes his head and moves his fingers down lower, watching you with his full, pink lips parted in aroused fascination as he sinks his long middle finger inside you.

“More,” you demand. You feel empowered in this new, strange way — turned on by your own body as much as you are by Grayson. He slips his ring finger in next, and you moan appreciatively at the fuller sensation. “God.. Gray, please...”

“You like watching yourself, huh?” Grayson mutters as he hooks his fingers and starts pumping. Now you can hear as much as you can see your arousal, and your eyes threaten to fall shut as your body just starts to feel too good.

But there’s no way you’re risking anything to make him stop, not now. You nod and whine out a pretty “uh-huh,” letting that pressure build inside your lower belly as he presses on just the right spot with those long, thick fingers. “Fuck, right there!”

Grayson grunts and keeps going just like you asked, but his breath shudders wet and hot against the skin at the back of your neck when he watches you suck two of your fingertips between your lips before dropping them down to your clit.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growls out, nipping at your skin with little love bites. “Get you there with me, baby. Wanna see you cum so bad. Wanna make your pussy cum...”

His rushed, heated words in combination with everything are more than enough to send you over the edge, just like he wanted. Your fingers falter on your clit as you moan and writhe on his lap, but Grayson is more than happy to move your hand to the side and replace it with his own, drawing out your orgasm until you’re slumped in his lap, tired and sweaty and spent.

Grayson hugs you to him with both arms, kissing your cheek with a smile. “We should utilize this mirror more often, you know?”

Eyes still closed in bliss, you laugh and lean your head back with your lips puckered, humming contentedly when he plants a warm kiss there.

You slide off his lap, off the side of the bed, and onto the floor. You see his look of surprise in the mirror right before you turn your back to it, whipping your shirt over your head and reaching up for his waistband.

“Let’s start that right now, then.”

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good vibes

sometimes best friends get a little curious

warnings: badly written smut

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“Gray, can you help me with this?”

Inspired by your best friend’s new affinity for minimalism, you had decided to clean out the junk drawer of your nightstand. You had been hit by one of those random whims to do something productive, and the mess in there had been bothering you for months.

But now, even though it’s practically empty and a good few pounds lighter after removing nearly all of its previous contents, you’re struggling to shove the damn thing back into the nightstand. The solid wood is heavy, and the high of accomplishing something is starting to wear off in wake of the frustration that the stupid thing just won’t go in. It’s like a reverse of the prank Jim pulled on Dwight when he jammed his drawers to only half open; yours will only half shut.

The final straw is when you pinch your finger between the drawer and the corner of the opening in the nightstand, and you let the whole thing fall to the floor with a heavy thump that your downstairs neighbors will most definitely not appreciate.

“Ow, fuck!” you exclaim, holding your finger with enough pressure to keep the throbbing at bay for a moment and to check if your nail broke. “Gray!”

A dark head peaks around the doorframe, handsome features drawn in concern. “What the hell are you doing?” he asks, stepping into your bedroom.

It always takes you by surprise somehow, how much space he takes up in here. He’s shirtless and still slightly sweaty, having taken advantage of your apartment gym while you did your cleaning thing.

You pout at him. “I need help.”

Grayson rolls his eyes and chuckles, glancing at the drawer on the ground as he puts two and two together. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says as he strides next to you and squats down so he’s level with the nightstand.

“Shut up,” you mumble, flushing as you suck the little spec of blood off your cuticle (the biggest casualty from your drawer mishap) and shove his giant, rounded shoulder with the other.

He barely budges, and squints at the open space. “There’s something stuck that must have fallen from the top drawer when you took this one out.”

Before you can even think to stop him, he’s pulling the top drawer — your underwear drawer — out of the nightstand now. And there, right where you left it that morning on top of a pile of skimpy lace and cotton, is your hot pink vibrator.

Grayson stares at it for a moment, and you can tell he’s processing what it is before smirking as you gasp and snatch it away from his curious gaze. “Nice.”

You scoff. “Don’t be gross. Girls masturbate too, Dolan.”

“I’m well aware,” he retorts, eyebrow raised at the way you’re hiding the object behind your back as if he’ll forget about it if he can’t see it. “Fingers don’t get the job done?”

You don’t think you’ve ever blushed this hard in your life. But, after all, it’s just Grayson — he’s your best friend. And, with his track list, there’s probably nothing the man hasn’t seen.

“I keep my nails too long,” you say with more confidence than you really have. “Plus it’s just... better.”

“I’ve never seen a girl use one in person,” he says. He looks at you and cocks his head. “You should show me.”

A purely instinctual bark of laughter escapes your lips. “In your dreams.”

“You are,” Grayson admits, his smile cocky but soft. “Way too often lately.”

You pause and consider that, your belly heating and head swimming momentarily at the idea that you might have some semblance of the same effect on him that he does you. “Only because we’ve been spending so much time together the past few weeks.”

“We can over-analyze the reasons later,” he says dismissively. “I’m serious, I’ve only seen these things in porn. I wanna see first hand what they do that I can’t.”

You can’t resist digging at him a little. “And here I thought fuckboy extraordinaire Grayson Dolan had seen it all.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” he says pointedly. “That implies a certain level of shitty behavior that I don’t believe in.”

“Fair enough,” you concede with a shrug. You really look at him for a moment, and much like the urge to clean, a similarly sudden wave of “fuck it” overtakes you. You bring the vibrator back into sight, and watch him look at it curiously again. “You’re telling me you’ve really never had one of your little girlfriends use this with you in the room?”

“Nope, I swear,” he says with an insistent shake of his head, hazel eyes wide as he realizes you’re maybe about to actually agree to his suggestion. “Please?”

Are you really about to say yes to this? You take in his shirtless self, muscles bulging from their recent exertion, skin a leftover honey bronze from the summer, eyes warm, lips pink and inviting...

An idea hits you.

“Fine,” you say, crossing your arms and smirking up at him. “But you have to do it with me. Jerk off, I mean. It’s not fair if I show you mine but you don’t show me yours.”

His arched brows shoot up into his flop of hair with surprise, but it only takes him a second for a wide, crooked smile to break across those lips you were just admiring. “Deal.”

You roll your eyes, but the grin won’t leave your lips. “That was way too easy.”

“What can I say? I have no shame,” Grayson shrugs, dropping the drawer he was still holding onto your bed. He reaches down and picks up your favorite leopard-print thong, letting it dangle from two of his thick fingers. “These are cute, by the way.”

“Don’t push your luck here,” you warn, only half-joking; you’re still a little cautious about this whole plan, no matter what your pussy is telling you right now at the thought of seeing Grayson completely naked.

He follows you without question out to the living room. You choose the couch rather than your bed for a couple of reasons. Easier to see. Less intimacy. He can take his pick of which one he wants to think was your driving force behind it.

You settle on one end of the couch, and he the other. You’re surprised to see the half-hard outline of him already through his sweats, and it’s truly pathetic how fast it has you clenching your thighs together.

“How do we start?” you ask, head tossed back with an embarrassed, breathless giggle. Your toes wiggle next to his against the middle seat cushion. “I didn’t think this far.”

When you look back at him, Grayson is staring at you with a surprising intensity. He’s got a palm over his sweats, right over his dick, and your eyes are drawn there for a hot, sticky second. His hand itself is turning you on, wide and veined and masculine.

“Let’s talk,” he finally says, drawing hour gaze back to his handsome face. “What do you like?”

“What do I like?”

“Yeah. Like... what’s your favorite position?”

You’re catching on. It’s not the most conventional dirty talk, but the simplicity in just learning these new things about him so casually is kind of hot in its own right. The thought alone makes your nipples tighten behind your shirt — his shirt, you’re just now realizing.

You hope he can see them through the thin white fabric as you answer, “Doggy.”

“Mm.” The corner of his lips turn up in a quick smirk and his hand starts to move over his crotch in slow strokes. “I think I like missionary most, to be honest. The kind where I’ve got her legs pushed back or over my shoulders. Super deep. Eye contact. All that.”

Fuck. “So we’re opposites,” you grin, and to Grayson’s visible approval you allow your legs to open some — his eyes zero in on your center, hidden beneath your tiny sleep shorts. “Do you eat pussy? I can’t get the vibe if you do or don’t.”

He looks genuinely offended, and pauses the motion of his hand, eyes meeting yours again. “Of course I do. Wait, do you really get the impression that I wouldn’t?”

You shrug and drop a palm to rest low on your belly. “I just have it on good authority that Ethan does it very well and very willingly. And you guys are so opposite. You just never know.”

Grayson deadpans you, his breathing picking up along with the movement of his hand again. “Are you asking me to eat you out? Because that sounds like a challenge you know I can’t refuse.”

“No. I like the idea of being your first ‘something,’” you say. Grayson’s dark eyes glance to the object in question clutched in the grasp of one hand, then follow the fingertips of your other as they start to trail lightly across your waistband. The heat of his gaze makes your pussy throb, and you’re actually getting more and more excited about this. “And I thought tonight was about what you can’t do.”

“Tonight, maybe. But then there’s always tomorrow,” he says, voice low and gruff. He squeezes his dick through his pants and growls a little. “Fuck. Can we — fuck, your tits look so cute in my shirt. And it’s taking everything in me not to rip off those damn shorts.”

“You wanna see my pussy?” you ask in an almost-whisper, lip caught between your teeth. His words and the neediness behind them flood you with confidence and desire. The vibrator is warm and heavy and apparent in your hand, calling your name as your body heats steadily at the sight and sound of Grayson a mere six feet from you.

“As much as you wanna see my dick,” he counters, and his fingers finally hook teasingly in his own elastic waistband.

You’ll feed his ego, if that’s what he wants. You’d expect nothing less from him — and, to be fair, he’s not wrong.

“That must be a lot, then,” you say, and then you’re both pulling down your pants and underwear until you’re naked from the waist down and he is completely.

Your legs close shyly once your bottoms are discarded to the floor, the hand cupping your pussy trapped between your thighs. You’re nervous again for a few seconds, but then you see his cock wrapped loosely in his big fist, and you can’t help but relax again.

Dicks are ugly, in a general sense, but not Grayson’s, you think. Long and thick, ridged on the shaft and swollen at the tip. You instantly think about what it would taste like, or feel like buried inside you. Because he’s definitely got the vibrator beat in that department.

“Lemme see,” he murmurs.

You take a deep breath and obey, knees still bent but parted as you move your hand from completely covering your center to tracing the smooth skin with your middle finger. Grayson groans, and his hand leaves his dick long enough for him to spit in it for lubrication when he instantly returns it there.

“I can see how wet you are,” he says, and you wonder if he’s even talking to you or just making an observation.

You answer him anyway. “You have a nice dick.” Your fingers migrate to your clit, and you twitch with a little gasp. “Big. I always kinda wondered if you were just compensating.”

“Of course not,” he grins, and it just makes him way too sexy. His teeth gleaming in the low light of your living room, tattoos covering his legs — one of them bent on the couch and the other planted firmly on the floor, muscles hard... you don’t even realize you’re sucking your fingers into your mouth so they’re nice and wet when you bring them back to your clit to start rubbing slow circles in time with the strokes he’s giving his cock.

“Damn,” Grayson mutters. His eyes are wide and fixated on your pussy, and his hand starts moving quicker. The beats of his chest pick up, too. “Can you use it now? Please?”

You nod, starting to feel desperate for release yourself. You push the button a couple of times until the silicone buzzes to life on a medium setting; there’s enough teasing going on between you and Gray, and you don’t need anything other than a good, steady vibe to help get you to the edge.

“This isn’t gonna last long,” you admit, gasping when you trace it against your pussy so it can become coated in your arousal.

If Grayson responds, you don’t hear it, because as soon as you directly stimulate your clit with the vibrator, your mind is going blank as you moan wantonly. Definitely not going to last long.

He speaks, and your eyes open at the sound of his gravelly voice. They lock first on the rapid pumps of his fist over his cock, then on his face with his brows drawn and his jaw clenched.

“Feel good?”

“Really good,” you whimper, tugging on your nipple through your shirt with your free hand. “God, you’re so hot, Gray.”

“Yeah?” His voice turns a little whiny in the sexiest way possible, but still low and a hardwire to your pussy. “You’re fuckin beautiful. Can’t believe I get to see you like this.”

You moan quietly and press a little harder with the vibrator and finding the perfect spot with the perfect pressure. Your back arches and you instinctively fling a hand behind your head to find a grip on the back cushion of the couch. “Fuck!”

“Oh, shit, are you really gonna cum already?” Grayson asks in disbelief.

You whine out mindlessly in affirmation. Your breaths come sharper, you moans higher pitched. The wet noise of Grayson’s fist moving faster and faster on his cock prompts you to let your eyes open to watch him, and all it takes for you to fall over the edge is to watch him watch you.

Your legs shake and you whine pretty moans as the continuous vibrations drag out your orgasm perfectly. You come down just in time to hear the rough groan and raspy grunts of Grayson cumming too, and open your eyes to the glorious sight of his head tossed back so his thick neck is open and begging to be sucked on. His balls are drawn tight, abs clenching, fingers and chest painted with white streaks that you’re kind of sad you missed.

Something tells you this might not be your only chance to see it happen, though.

You turn off your vibrator when you become far too sensitive to take any more and toss it to the side. Your body slumps into the couch cushions, and the room is silent other than both of your heavy breathing for what feels like ages as you both come down.

Grayson shifts at the end of the couch, and it prompts you to do the same. You reach to the floor for your shorts and pull them hastily back up your legs, mind still hazy as you sit up and tuck your legs beneath you. You stare at him unashamedly, not feeling nearly as awkward as you think you should, all things considered.

Gray pulls his underwear on, and reaches his hand out to you. You take it with a sheepish little grin, and let him pull you closer.

“So, be honest, was it really the vibrator that made you cum that fast, or did I have any part of that?”

You laugh and slap his chest playfully. “Maybe when I find out what your mouth can do, I’ll consider you competition for the vibrator. You need to be knocked down a peg or two, Dolan.”

“Hm. Well, like I said, we always have tomorrow.”

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The Nose Scrunch™ (13/∞)

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I CAN’T COPE

I SIMPLY CAN’T OMG OMG OMG OMG

i’M GOING TO RISK IT ALL

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Calling best friend/fuckbuddy Grayson late at night because you can’t sleep and just need a good dicking down to shut your brain off and just to have him close to you through the night. I need that irl

Grayson is just thinking about going to sleep when he sees your name flash up on his phone, that little tongue-out emoji you’d added yourself like a Pavlovian bell to his dick. He watches it ring a couple times, almost (not quite, but almost) ashamed of how rapidly he goes from ready-for-bed to ready-to-fuck at the mere sight of your name.

One day, he thinks, you’re going to call him in some kind of dire trouble and he’s going to be too horny to concentrate on coming to save you.

Today is not that day, thankfully, because when he picks up—what’s up, honey?—it doesn’t take long for him to realise that you’re way ahead of him already.

‘I need you, can you come over?’ you ask, feeling hot and dirty with your fingers slipping back and forth over your clit.

Grayson presses his head back into his pillow to try to ground himself. He squeezes his eyes shut, asking himself again how you manage to have this effect on him with just a few words down the phone. You need him, that’s what you told him. He’s needed by you.

‘Yeah, I can,’ he says, when he realises he’s been quiet too long. ‘You started without me?’

‘The more I touch myself, the more I think about you,’ you tell him. ‘Can’t get you out of my head.’

‘How close are you?’

‘I’ll wait for you,’ you say, and then moan softly at the thought of holding off until you have his dick to clench on. ‘Please come.’

-

He’s expecting to see you laying on the bed with your legs open for him, playing with your pussy, maybe sucking on some fingers the way he knows you like. But when he walks in and sees you face down, ass up, thighs spread wide, that arch in your back, one of his t-shirts bunched up around your shoulders and your wet pussy right there, his dick goes into overdrive.

You see him come in and you flush with heat, a burst of arousal that makes half your muscles flex involuntarily. It’s not embarrassment exactly, but the rush of being vulnerable in front of him, open and unapologetically desperate to be fucked.

‘Gray, come fuck me.’ Your fingers are rough on your clit now, too good to stop, and he needs to hurry up if he wants to feel it when you tip over the edge. ‘Now.’

He gets up on the bed without taking anything off, just pushing down his shorts as he settles on his knees behind you. One hand on his dick, one hand gripping one ass cheek and opening you up, his thumb pressing on your leaking pussy.

‘Come on,’ you push back on him, ‘do it.’

Grayson spits on his dick and spreads it with his fingers, circling the head a couple times, collecting some of the pussy slick and spreading that down too. You ask him again, impatiently, and his resolve breaks. He sighs as he slides in, breathing your name as you squeeze his cock with your pussy, drowning him out as you moan in relief.

He says your name again as he starts thrusting, through gritted teeth, in that voice of disbelief that makes you feel powerful even when you’re under his large frame, when you’re face down ass up for him, when you’re naked and he’s almost fully clothed.

You arch your back even more, looking up at him with your cheek to the mattress, quickly finding yourself back on the edge after adjusting to the size of his dick inside you.

‘I’m gonna come,’ you tell him, and although Grayson knows you were already close when he got here, it still makes him feel good that he’s only given you a few strokes before you start trembling and whimpering and coming for him.

‘So fucking good,’ he says, fucking you through it until you seize up too tight for him to push past.

He runs his palm up the swoop of your back and drags his blunt nails gently back again, smacking your ass and grabbing a good handful of it, feeding his dick back into your fluttering pussy.

‘God, that’s what I need,’ you moan, fucking yourself back on his cock as you look back at him lazily pulling his hoodie off.

His sun-kissed face emerges when he tosses it out of the way and he gives you this fuckboy smile that just makes your pussy wetter. Then he looks down at the way you soak his cock and you watch his focus change, as his strong arms hold you by the waist and stop you moving. He nudges your thigh out further with his for no good reason—just because he can—and starts fucking you properly. Harder than before and faster, giving you his best.

Your bunched up shirt finds its way between your teeth and your nails scratch noisily on the sheets, your eyes rolling back as his rough hands hold you, grab your waist and hips and ass like he can’t decide where’s best to leave his mark. You want him everywhere anyway.

You blink your eyes open when he slows down, stops and pulls out.

‘One second,’ he says, when you turn around to see him shucking off his shorts.

You take the opportunity to flip onto your back and you lift your legs, socked feet pointed, sticking two fingers in your pussy in his cock’s absence. Naked now, dick in hand, Grayson watches jealously, then takes your hand and pins it by your head as he looms over you and lines up.

‘Give it to me,’ you say, knowing that it’ll only encourage him to tease more. You don’t mind. ‘Fuck this pussy,’ you tell him, more demanding, biting your lip as you watch the porno talk fire him up.

He’s easy like that, but you always feel accomplished anyway. He looks you in the eye as he pushes back in, your own pride mirrored and amplified in the way he stares you down.

You throw your head back as your back arches, tits up, nipples so hard and sensitive he could breathe on them and make you shake. You’re disheveled, sweaty, unravelling. Bathing in that satisfying, wet and sloppy sound of your pussy getting deep-dicked, and the breathy grunts from Grayson as he fucks you nice and hard, tightly gripping your ankles, and your curled up feet, his thumb pressing into your arch.

It’s always like this that you find yourself running your mouth, and doing little to nothing to reign it in. There’s no one more fun to talk dirty with than Grayson; the way he watches your lips move and your eyes give him adoration. He eats it up and does everything he can to live up to it.

Everything from how big and thick his cock is, to the way no one’s ever fucked you like he does, and how hard he makes you come—to how badly you crave his cock inside you whichever way he wants, how you need him to just keep fucking you, please.

Grayson watches you as you talk him up, and he keeps fucking you with that sexy, serious, I’m doing so good face he gets, which switches promptly to a smirk when you stop talking and moan instead. He’s fucking you faster, hitching up your thighs more so the angle gets tighter. You move your hand down to your lower stomach, looking down at it, your yelping moans in your ear with Grayson’s grunting breaths, his dick filling you up over and over, pushing in and up and out again. Watching him fuck you, your pussy taking it all, taking and taking. Your eyelids closing over rolling eyes, then open again because you like the way he looks when he sees you come. Sweat tickling your lower back when your body rolls, your voice arched up to a whine, your hands grabbing at flesh—yours or his, whatever, it’s something to grip when you come hard.

You clench up with so much force Grayson pulls out with a hiss, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your pussy until he can slide back in to feel the aftershocks around him.

His eyebrows scrunch when you tighten up on him again and he breathes a steadying sigh as he starts to fuck you again. He leans right down over you so you can feel his arms and shoulders and the hair that’s starting to grow out again, curling with sweat at the back of his neck.

All you can really say now is, ‘Yeah, just like that,’ in a mewling kind of whimper you’d never admit to; a quiet, desperate noise that Grayson encourages with his hands and his mouth and his cock.

He makes his own sound into your neck. It sounds frustrated, and you smile at the effect you have on him. Every girl’s dream, falling apart inside of you, all over you.

‘Come for me, baby,’ you murmur sweetly, and Grayson takes in a shaky breath. You keep going. ‘Come inside me, yeah? You can, go on.’

His hands pin you exactly in place as his hips slow down and stop deep, a long, stuttering groan that finishes closer to a whimper as he empties his balls inside you. You dig your heel into his lower back and bite his shoulder gently, trailing your nails up and back down his sides as he weighs you down and calms his breathing.

Eventually he pulls out and sits up, carding a hand through his hair from the front to the back, and he gets stuck in place like that for a second, watching the way his nut leaks out of you and your fingers dipping in to drag more out.

‘Fuck.’

‘Yeah.’

Then flat on his back beside you, bathing in the afterglow, Grayson laughs, ‘I swear, I never heard anyone say the things you fucking say.’

‘I don’t believe that for a second,’ you say, wondering if it’s true.

‘I mean it, you’re not good for my ego,’ he grins, sitting up.

‘Well at least you’re self-aware,’ you smile up at him, at the playful eyebrow raise over his shoulder and all the lines of his toned back.

‘Can we shower?’

‘Of course.’

‘Ladies first,’ he offers graciously.

‘You think I’m a lady?’ you ask as you clamber over his lap and off the bed towards the bathroom.

‘Sometimes,’ he smiles, getting up to follow you in, smacking your ass as he catches up.

You make out lazily under the water for a while before you wash off, feeling his body under your fingers with more attention as you soap him up.

‘I’m starting to think you only call me when you want to cuddle,’ he says playfully, pushing his wet hair off his forehead after you find yourselves wrapped up in each other again.

‘The sex is alright too,’ you shrug as you watch him straighten up and look around for the abandoned washcloth.

You grab his hand and hold it palm up so you can squeeze a glob of shampoo into it.

‘Alright?’ he scoffs, raising his eyebrow incredulously as you turn around. ‘Sounded like more than alright to me: oh, please Grayson fu—’

Turning back around quick, pointing a finger at him in warning, trying your hardest not to laugh. ‘Don’t do your impression right now, it still haunts me.’

‘It’s accurate, huh?’

‘Mm, you do be paying attention,’ you admit, knocking his hand away playfully, splattering shampoo on the tile.

Grayson grins gleefully, the way he always does when you provoke him into a playfight.

‘No wrestling in the shower!’ you giggle, catching the look in his eye. ‘Now wash my hair.’

Grayson concedes with a smile that promises a good bout or two later on. He twirls his finger in the air to signal you to turn back around, and then he washes your hair the way you like it, massaging you back into that supple bliss, kissing you on the shoulder when he’s rinsed you off. You lean back against his chest and he holds your chin gently, leaning down to meet you for a slow kiss.

Back in bed, you fit your naked body up against his side, feeling so deliciously cosy you can’t imagine ever needing to move again.

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UNDERCOVER COPS ARE BEING CAUGHT PLANTING CARS/BRICKS, SETTING FIRES AND BREAKING STORE WINDOWS TO MAKE PROTESTS LOOK VIOLENT

DON’T BELIEVE THE MEDIA

#STAYWOKE 

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[ohmygraysonsthighs]

please please sign! do what you can to push back and stop this bullshit and then do some more!

i’m so sick and tired of seeing this. we have to do better. we have to or we’ll never make it to UNITY as we should. we weren’t meant for this.

CHOOSE LOVE. CHOOSE LIFE. CHOOSE KINDNESS. CHOOSE TO PUSH BACK. CHOOSE FREEDOM FOR EVERYONE - NOT JUST THE GROUPS YOU BELONG TO. CHOOSE TO USE YOUR VOICE FOR SOMETHING BIGGER.

ignoring it won’t make it go away.

ignoring it won’t bring us together.

ignoring it won’t make the suffering stop.

sign the fucking petition.

[ohmygraysonsthighs]

can you write a blurb about having super slow, passionate sex with grayson on a rainy morning?

he wakes you up to tell you that it’s raining. you blink your heavy eyes open to see grayson propped up over you, smiling wide like a kid seeing snow for the first time.

you look out the window, where the rain is light and misty, and back at grayson. ‘come here.’

you pull him down with a hand cupping the back of his neck and kiss him softly, humming happily when he starts kissing your nose and your cheeks and then your neck. he’s so, so gentle, so barely there it makes you shiver.

Keep reading

[ohmygraysonsthighs]

DOLAN TWINS MASTERLIST

Dolan Twins Mother of all Masterlists. A masterlist that has almost every fan fiction, imagines that has been written about Ethan and Grayson Dolan.

I will update as often as I can.

If you would like to be removed then please send me a message. No questions asked. If you would like to be added or know of a good writer, then please send me a message. Names maybe shorten due to a word/link limit. 

Favourites marked with ‘*’ Warnings: Trigger (tw) - Smut (s)

THIS IS NOW COMPLETED, CLICK HERE FOR PART TWO!

Ethan Dolan

Please

Saturday

Brother-In-Law

Ducati (s)

Mirror Selfie (s)

Jealousy Fear

A Prank?

Puck Me (s)

Pineapple Pizza (s)

Bub

Running Through The Fire (s)

Too Cute To Be Cold

Without You

Some

Dance To This

Blurred Lines (s)

Pussy Slapping (s)

Sweet Dolan (s)

Till Dawn

Rumour Has It

Daylight Savings

Forget Me Nots

Lemon Boy - Epilogue

Boys Will Be Bugs - Propose

Electric (s)

Skater Boy (s)

Let It Happen (s)

New Years Kiss

Baby It’s Cold Outside

The Dinner Table (s)

Knight In Shining Armor (s)

The Everyday Life

I Belong To You (s)

Boys Like You

Lie To Me

Venus (s)

Gym Junkie (s)

Ghost Of Things Forgotten (tw)

GQ (s)

Pomegranates

The Late Night

Leave Your Lover (s)

Only Angel (s)

Late In Love

Sugar Drunk High - 2 - 3

She Looks Like Fun

Southpaw - 2 (stw)

Storm (s)

Burned (s)

Injured Motocross

Please Come Home

There’s So Much To Learn

Not Myself Without You

Just Let Me Help You

Not A One Time Thing

Running Away (tw)

Stitches

Missing You

Stress

Screenshot

Boxing

Mean Nothing To You

Alcoholic Delirium (s)

Stripped (s)

Do You Wanna Ride (s)

Kiss, Don’t Tell (s)

Better Now

Crush - 2 - 3

Spill

Pure Happiness

Strangers

You Taste Like Candy

Skin Glows

Risers (tw)

EW & SE

The Fallout

Fuff Alphabet

Spill

Skinny Dip

Pizza Girl

In Love - Just Say It

Heartbreak Girl

End Game

Rule Breaker (s)

He Saves You

Stay The Night

Take Care

No Matter What

Without A Doubt

Our Little Secret (s)

Haunted

Finally

Up To No Good

Right There (s)

*Reputation - 2 - 3 - 4

NYC Sweetheart

Regrets

Kid With A Kid

It’s Not Worth It

Make You Feel Good (s)

False Alarm

Bad News

Put His Ass To Sleep (s)

All That Matters

Wake Up

Close To You

Lust & Hatred - 2 - 3 - 4 (s)

Without You

Shooting Stars (s)

The Assistant - 2

Sick Of Losing Soulmates

Master Of Pranks

Airport Kiss - 2

Hate You - 2

House Of Memories - 2

Sick Fuck - 2 (s)

One Week

Hold Your Peace - 2

Selfie (s)

Bookworm

*Dorm Room (s)

Waterbirth

Birthday Boy (s)

Silhouette - 2 - 3 (s)

Painted In Purple (s)

Sadderdaze (s)

Tolerable (s)

Pretty Darling (stw)

Confined - 2 (stw)

*Aligned Stars - 2 (s)

Granted Wishes (s)

He’s Cruel, You’re Cool - 2 (s)

Blue Jean Baby (s)

Suburban Bourbon - 2 - 3 (stw)

Evergreen - 2 (stw)

Achluophobia (stw)

Grayson Dolan

Take Me Instead (s)

Kinky (s)

Christmas Confessions (s)

Tease (s)

Back Rubbing (s)

Bronco (s)

Old Memory (s)

Daddy Must Punish You (s)

Laundry Room (s)

Sculpting Project (s)

Who’s He

Twins Or Not?

Promise?

Fortune Cookies

Four Princess?

Puppy Love

Video Clip

Hopeless

Gifts Exchange

Mommy & Pup (s)

*Peaches (stw)

*Lolita (stw)

Puck You (s)

Scary Love (s)

Cherry Cola (s)

Sweet Sinner (s)

How To Ride (s)

Drip (s)

Wild (s)

Neon & Denim (s)

Cool With You (s)

Freeze (s)

*Webcam Girl (s) - Webcam Boy (s)

Afterparty (s)

*Thanks For The Ride (s)

The Devil In Disguise

Sweet Dreams

Make It Nasty

Be My Escape - 2

Pinkity Drinkity

The Clumsy Twin

Baby Blue Car

A Sunny Day

Here

Collab

Friends

Vegas Baby

Self Care

All We Do Is Drive

Cuddle

Needy

Photograph

Good Morning & Goodnight

That’s The Way My Heart Feels

Home

Expectant Parents

We Have An Announcement

Building

Make Up

Anxious (tw)

Mukbang

Through The Dark (tw)

Nightmares

Finals Week

Wine Night

Thanks (tw)

Us

When You Sleep

Wanna Go Home

Killer Queen (s)

Speaker Table (s)

Movies (s)

Teacher (s)

Painting Flowers - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 (s)

Saints & Sins - 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (s)

To Our Daughter

Shared Covers

Locks Of Love

Juke Jam

People Like Grayson

Piano Keys

Sir (s)

Orlando (stw)

Cold-Blooded (s)

Spell It Out (s)

Daddy Dearest (stw)

Greaser Boy (s)

Monster (s)

One Plane Ride Away

You’re The One

Adrenaline (s)

Let Me (s)

Take It Off (s)

Pass The Time (s)

Surprise, Surprise

Somebody Else

Matters

Late Night Lovin’

Dad Series - 2 (s)

Military Millie

How I Met Your Mother

Concussed In Love

Wedding Dance (s)

Electric Blue

Ghost In The Graveyard

The Firsts - 2

Midnights (s)

Arabesques - Counter Punch

Sugar

Veni Vidi Amavi - Amor Aeternus

Don’t Make Me Wait (s)

I Want To Be Yours - 2 (s)

Self-Love (s)

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy (s)

Smut (s)

Car Accident

Grayson With A Toddler

Linger - 2 - 3

Love Is An Open Spot

Real Feelings

My Girl

Broken Promise (tw)

Undying Love

Hair (s)

Not Going Back

Hotel Andrea (s)

Not Tender (s)

Here

Summer Love

Grow Old With Me

Wrong Twin - 2

Reminisce - 2

I’m Back

Ready - Faceplant

Annual Midnight Bonfire

Sickness

Hospital

Video

Consolation Prize

Needy (tw)

Two Devils

Extra

Petrichor - 2 - 3

Clingy

One Night

Honest

Crack

We Are Somebody

Faking (s)

Roses

Uneasy

Misplaced

Beautiful Things - 2 (s)

Editing

Perfect

Don’t Go

Quickie (s)

Surprise Date

Take Care

Bruises

Affection (s)

Nervous

Something Special

Just The Way

Dinner Date (s)

Insecure

Only Live Once

Unexpected

More Than Friends (s)

Angels

A Special Note

My Pleasure (s)

Earned It (s)

Crushin’ On You

Help? (s)

Picnic

Pregnant

Thank U, Next

Innocence - 2 (s)

I Thought You Couldn’t Sing

Bella’s Lullaby

Couldn’t Help Myself

Little Too Late

Not Only Nerves

Some Famous Girl

Don’t Worry

The Truth Movie

Teach Me Daddy (s)

Comfort

Beach Boy (s)

Journal Entry

Beautiful In White

Here

Just A Crush

Fought (tw)

Midsummer Night Dream

Movie Night

Honey & Chocolate

Everything I Love

Anymore

Young

Robbery Prank (s)

Long Distance

Not That Great

About Damn Time

Enterprise (s)

Stranglehold (s)

Halftime (s)

Arrival

R.E.M - 2 (s)

Not Your Type (s)

*Anonymous - 2 (s)

Criminal - 2 (s)

Others

Grayson X Ethan - Paintball Challenge

Grayson X Noah X Reader - Boat Dream (s)

Grayson X Reader X Female - Mi Amors (s)

Ethan X Reader X Female - Best Friend (s)

Ethan X David X Reader - Innocent Teachings (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Strip Poker (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - 4OU Tour (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Fetish (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Afterparty (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Unfair

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Gemini (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Sharing Is Caring (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Late Night Lovin’ (s)

Grayson X Ethan x Reader - My Turn (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Roughing It (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Your Punishment (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Best Friends (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Double Penetration (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Motorcycle Accident

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Gym Accident

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Bartender Grayson

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Coachella (s)

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Accidentally High

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - So Lets Scream

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Rainbow

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Flirty Friends

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Torn

Grayson X Ethan X Reader - Kink.com (s)