#Dolan Twins smut

[impaladolan]

y/n putting on a random cowboy hat at a rodeo she randomly got invited to. basically the rule is you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. grayson is the cowboy 😉

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

; ugh, just thinking of grayson as hot cowboy really gets me goinggggg… like come on 🤤

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy :

“Look at ‘‘em go!” You and a bunch of your girlfriends squeal and holler as your favorite rider busts out of the cage on a wild bull. The man, whose face was covered with a red bandana and a cowboy hat shadowing his eyes, had a hand in the air for balance and the other tightly gripping the leather saddle tied around the bull.

The rider, whose name you thought was Grayson, stayed put on the bucking animal, making the whole crowd roar with exhilaration about his time.

You were new to the scene, this being your first rodeo, but you were enjoying yourself. You were buzzed after a couple “country beers” and pumped up with all the buzzing excitement around the arena.

The rider was beginning to lose balance, and everyone began to chant his name. He held tight until his saddle loosened and he jumped off before he’d get any injury.

The crowd bellowed again, obviously stunned at his great time on the bull. He ran to the nearest fence and climbed, conveniently right in front of all you girls

“Hey.” He winked and everyone squealed— even you cracked a smile. He tore his bandana from covering his face and you sighed, engrossed by his heavenly features. His gaze eventually landed on you after eyeing the large crowd of dumbstruck girls, and it stayed.

He tipped his hat at you, which earned him a wink in return and he chuckled.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He took his hat entirely off and held it at his heart, only hanging onto the fencing with one hand.

“Y/N. What’s your ride’s name?” You crooked an eyebrow to the bull that continued to buck and writhe against the helpers trying to get him back into his cage.

“Peaches.” He grinned, looking back over towards the cattle, a lasso wrapped around its body now, being guided towards an exit. He tosses his hat to you and jumps from the ledge and back onto the dirt, blowing an arrogant kiss goodbye.

“I’m sure he bucks a lot better than you!” Out of nowhere, you hear your voice remark as you sink the cowboy hat onto your head with a challenging grin.

The man stops in his tracks to turn and look at you with feigned offense, a smirk growing in his lips.

“I’d hope to prove you wrong.” He shouts before hustling out of the open field and into the safety of the pit.

You laugh, along with the other girls who turned to you and began to gossip about the blue jean, white muscle shirt, southern looking handsome who seemed to have a knack for flirting.

You watched him a bit for the rest of the night. He cheered on his mates and was hootin’ and hollering for each of the riders that went up and gave a show. He was pretty charming, near and far, though you never thought you’d be attracted to a farmboy.

You cheered and howled until the night came to a close and you and your friends began to exit the fun. The hat was still planted on your head and the girls around you continue to gawk about what had happened.

“Excuse me, miss.” You stopped at the familiarity of that southern twang and turned around with sheepish grin, half embarrassed by your little remark from earlier.

You didn’t think you’d have to see him again.

“Yes, sir?” Your friends kept moving, giggling and whispering while you stood there alone, watching him stride toward you slow.

“Don’t know the rules?” He cocked an eyebrow and crosses his arms, visible little muscles strained against his skin and the sleeve of his shirt.

“And what could those be?” Your friends seem to be long gone, leaving you to the devices of a wild man with such nice looks. Not to mention his soft looking hair that partially covered his forehead. And God, the stubble along his jaw couldn’t go unnoticed either.

“Must be new.” He was close enough that you could smell his woodsy scent. He began to circle you like prey, his boots clicking against the asphalt as he walked.

He stopped in front of you and looked at your hat, your eyes, then your lips.

“Wear the hat,” He drew his hand up your side and titled his hat back, “ride the cowboy.”

pt. two???

[chrispydreams]

I fear.. my type might just be "coolest youngest in the group"

[ik33pitundercover]

a message to my fellow ex-dolan twins stans and turned sturniolo triplets stan from 2021-2022:

do y’all also get ptsd from the twins whenever the triplets switch up their content style😭 like once the triplets stopped making their car videos (“as regularly”) this past month i’ve literally been paranoid their gonna disappear like the twins bcs they decided they’ve “outgrown youtube” LIKE OMG (edit: the quotes aren’t me discredited the twins decision to leave the internet im js tryna quote them yk :)

like ik the triplets have planned out videos for the next couple of months going into october but the twins did say they weren’t leaving youtube and then literally did LMAO

(this might be too niche but plsss make some noise if you relate bcs i feel like i’m going crazy here lmfao)

[spookysanta]

i miss writing :/

and yes i’ve been lurking

[elitegrayson]

might try and put out a grayson one shot this week idk

[ssxbutterscotch]

~Masterlist ~

* THIS PAGE IS STRICTLY FOR SMUT WRITING MINORS D.N.I * W.I.P

DIVIDERS FROM @saradika 

STEVE HARRINGTON

Hate Me (Daddy ! Steve)

EDDIE MUNSON

Your loves my drug; (Daddy! Eddie)

[exclusivedolan]

woah! it’s been a very long time since i’ve been on here… where’s everyone? how is everyone?

[she-was-a-goddess]

The tags are either exposing me or there just random

[livexdolan]

Pinning this for everyone who wants to read my old writings. To everyone who stills does I love you so much and I see you and I love you and I hope you have the best day and life because you deserve it 🤍🤍

(Also adding my fic recs tag and my soph speaks :))

[impaladolan]

small request! grayson and y/n were supposed to be going out for a date night but he goes to buy y/n another dress because he insists hers is too short to wear in public (plus he’s overprotective)

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

a/n: i changed it a little, and i kinda made grayson a meanie in this one

Stingy:

"I'll be out in the car." Grayson runs his hand through his hair before leaving you to finish dressing. He looked irritated, wouldn’t talk much and had a semi-sour expression.

You had your hair and some makeup all done up, and a nice emerald green dress and some heels on for your attendance of your friend’s wedding reception.

Grayson wasn’t upset this morning when the two of you had attended the ceremony. He was all flushed, doe-eyed and lovey, his touch never leaving your body.

But now, after dressing for the party, his mood had a total switch. You couldn’t understand why. You don’t recall anything of importance angering him, and your Grayson was a patience man, not one to be upset over small things.

You dismissed worrying about it— he wouldn’t tell you why he was mad or what you could do to help, but instead stayed in silence as he too readied himself for the evening ahead.

Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.

After spraying a sweet perfume and grabbing your purse, you ducked into his low car and strapped your seat belt, pulling your dress down so it wouldn’t be bunched up against your lower abdomen.

Grayson scoffed and started the car, evading your glare as he backed, rather aggressively, out of the driveway.

“What’s your problem, baby?” You smoothed your hand over the console and onto his own, massaging the backside of his palm sincerely. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over, not at your eyes, but to where your dress ends and your legs begin.

“Do you think that dress is appropriate to wear tonight, Y/N?” He finally looked at you, his gaze still hard and unmoving.

“Excuse me?” You almost gasped at his words, your face flushing and a fiery anger shooting throughout your body.

The nerve.

“Answer the question.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot seemed to grow heavy against the gas.

“I don’t see a fucking problem.” You looked down your torso and along the sleeves, in search of whatever the hell could be wrong.

“So you don’t think it’s pretty revealing?”

You pulled your hand away from him and shook your head, appalled by his thoughts. You were struggling to speak, surprised by his sudden dismay of your attire.

“Oh, you don’t? Your fucking ass is hanging out and your tits are on full fucking display. I hope to god you’re wearing some kind of panty under that, fuck.” He had you stunned with his words and you could hardly see straight with all the anger bubbling inside of you.

“You bought me this dress, Grayson!” You huff, flailing your hands in the air. Your chest began to turn red, that’s what usually happens when you’re flushed or irate, and your teeth grind against each other in continued irritation.

“I didn’t realize it’d be that short when you put on heels, Y/N.” He was annoyed, pressing the gas further down and moving around other vehicles like he thinks he’s a nascar driver or something.

“It’s not your decision of how clothed or not I want to be.”

“Well, then we’re making a stop before the reception.” He pulled off the highway and sped down the exit, taking a right at the stop light and flying down the road. He only slowed to turn into a luxury dress store and parked, turning the car off.

“I’m fucking walking, asshole.” You reach for the door handle, but he holds his finger over the lock button and moves across the console to shut the door back.

“The hell you are.”

You continue to try and open the door, using all your might, but even with hardly a grip Grayson’s stronger than you.

“You’ve never acted this way before.” You subside from trying to leave and cross your arms, covering the exposed cleavage he’s so upset about.

“I’m not trying to control you, Y/N,” he sighs and let’s go of the door. “I just don’t want anybody getting ideas. You’re mine.” He runs his hand through his hair, it’s disheveled and a couple strands had fallen upon his forehead.

“I didn’t think this would be an issue for you. I figured you’d like to see me wear this.”

“You’re more than welcome to wear it at home.” He flicked his eyebrows up and down and you let out a small laugh.

“Fine. Better hurry up in here or we’ll be late.” You both empty the vehicle and he joins you on the sidewalk, landing a harsh slap to your ass before grabbing your waist with a chuckle.

“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”

“We’ll see who’s upset when we get home tonight..”

[chrispydreams]

Can you imagine how iconic and top tier it would be for the Sturniolo triplets to make a video with the Dolan twins as their youtube comeback? omg

[hotchs-second-wife]

DON'T BLAME ME || 4 || Jay Halstead x Thea Rhodes

Synopsis: Theodosia Rhodes, the youngest daughter of a big-time Chicago CEO, needs a husband of her own choice before her father makes that decision for her. Jason Halstead, newly-made Intelligence detective, needs a wife to inherit his portion of his mother's inheritance.

Warnings: Allusion to smut, but nothing outright excluding sexual thoughts. Mentions of arson, kidnapping, murder, rape; allusion to childhood trauma, suicide, cancer-related death; descriptions of vehicular accidents including, but not limited to, car-on-car collision, car-on-truck, train; outright familial/parental pressure; portrayal of misogyny and misandry; Elli's speech downgrades and upgrades a lot because I'm not around kids 24/7 (thank god). Read ahead at your own risk.

THEA

The socialites I grew up with always were—and likely always would be—gossip mongers. When they weren't out spending Daddy Dear's money, they gossiped about the lives of others.

Half speculated Jay had gotten me pregnant, and to keep up Dolan Rhodes' public image, he married me so the child wouldn't be born out of wedlock. The other half suspected he was after my money—why else would a "no-good rat with nothing to show" marry into one of the most prominent businesses in Chicago?

Most Chicago socialites shared one braincell and smarts rarely worked in that one cell. Most, because I still had good friends from high school that were smarter to think I was pregnant, or my husband wanted my money. Especially a detective.

Jay was a kind man, better than half of high society's socialite boyfriends or fiancès. At least he had some decency to make it clear he didn't love me like a husband should, nor would he take advantage of the fact we were married to get into my pants.

"You know if I was him, I would've slept with you in an instant." Shay insisted, leaning against the back of the sofa as I scrolled through articles on my laptop. I'd originally been ordering new air masks for the team, but Shay wanted to snoop on the society I grew up in.

Gabby snorted, "you would've slept with Teddy even if you weren't married to her."

I had to agree with her. While I was into women, Shay was too close for me to think about a romantic relationship with, even just as friends-with-benefits. And considering we worked together, things would've ended awkwardly in the long run. We both knew that.

"Told you he was a good one." Gabby pointed at me. "Makes a good husband by the sound of it, and your family's alright with him. Your sister likes him, and your father hasn't said anything."

"Because he knows I'd just ignore him. As far as he's concerned, I'm in love with Jay." I snorted, turning back to my laptop. "Nothing beats a love match in high society."

Otis pointed at the articles popping up at the bottom of the website open. "You didn't say you're an heiress."

DOLAN RHODES HEIRESS FINALLY MARRIED.

RHODES HEIRESS MARRIED TO A DETECTIVE.

WHO IS DET. JAY HALSTEAD? WHY HAVE WE NEVER HEARD OF HIM?

The last title piqued Cruz and Otis' interest, both nagging me to click on it. As we do, photos the press took from the wedding infiltrate the screen.

"The wedding Theodosia Rhodes and Jason Halstead has been the talk of Chicago lately, with many speculating that Detective Halstead married into the Rhodes family for a piece of the money. Why else would a Canaryville native marry one of the richest young women in Illinois?" Cruz read out loud.

"Because he needed a wife?" Gabby deadpanned.

Cruz continued. "Dolan Rhodes doesn't hire just anyone. Marrying the second child of CEO Cornelius Rhodes would certainly give Detective Halstead the jump into getting his own store.

And let's not forget the dramatic difference on childhoods between the married couple. Detective Halstead grew up with one older brother in Canaryville, while Lieutenant Rhodes grew up as the older of two twins with an older sister. Rhodes' mother died by suicide when she and her twin brother were only ten years old, and Halstead's mother passed when he was 23 and deployed."

"Of course, my mother is brought up again." I grunted, sitting back as Otis took my laptop.

"Detective Halstead is made out to be a loving husband, but would he be there if something happens to the lieutenant?"

"Like any of these pampered poodles would be there if something happened," I rolled my eyes, watching Mouch jump channels.

Most calls happened during the day—people were awake then, and more likely to get in trouble. So we had the night to ourselves.

Which, with firefighters, meant sleeping.

Unless you were a 20-something newly-married lieutenant with a pile of paperwork to do that should have been done when you were on your honeymoon, but wasn't.

I needed popcorn to get me through it, since having Pride and Prejudice playing on my computer required popcorn. I knew we had some left over from a few days ago, so I snatched it from the shelf and put it in the microwave.

"Rough night?" I heard Herrmann's voice ask from behind me. When I nodded, he continued. "How's the marriage going?"

"In all truth, Herrmann, I don't know how it's meant to go. I mean, my mom and father's marriage was pretty much so there'd be good-looking kids guaranteed and a smart heir to the company."

He raised an eyebrow with concern etched on his face. "Is that what you want?"

I shrugged. I didn't know. "Jay told Brooklyn he wanted an amicable partner and a fine marriage that his mother's lawyer would believe, just in case that it took forever for the will to be done. I just wanted my father off my back."

"Do you want a fine marriage, as Halstead calls it?"

"What's with all the questions, Herrmann?" I frowned, taking the popcorn bag out of the microwave and emptying it into a metal bowl.

"I just worry about you, kid. You know you and Gabby are like daughters to me." Herrmann sat with me at the round table. "I can tell something's bothering you, and it's a different look to just paperwork."

I sighed. "I don't know how to be a good wife, much less a good girlfriend. I broke up with Chief Jones' son purely because my father didn't like him being a firefighter."

"I think that break up was more than your father's opinion."

"I don't know what I'm doing, Chris." I stuffed a few popped kernels in my mouth. "I offered myself up for him to sleep with me on our honeymoon and he turned it down."

Herrmann gave me a sympathetic smile. "He's a good man for you, Teddy. He's not taking advantage of a situation he knows you don't know anything about." He grimaced briefly. "Cindy might have mentioned your lack of...preparedness of marriage."

"Gee wow. I love Cindy and all, but—wow."

"She was hoping he'd take it as you only wanting your father off your back and nothing else, and it worked." He excused. "He knows you're doing as well as you know how. I'm sure he'll say something if he wants more out of this arrangement of yours."

I offered him some of the warm popcorn. "Thanks, Herrmann. You have some good advice—some."

"I'll take it." Herrmann shrugged. "Finish that and get some rest, kiddo. Can't have our Lieutenant Rhodes falling asleep on a call."

"You and I both know I could never!"

#

JAY

I knew the apartment would be quiet without her home, but I didn't think it would be quiet enough to hear a feather drop. Especially with housekeepers around.

I couldn't help but call Brooke. I needed someone to talk to and staring at the roof was driving me crazy.

"It's 3-freaking-am. You better not tell me someone's been murdered, because that'll be Voight in half an hour." Brooke's voice hissed through the phone. She was a cranky one whenever she got woken up from her sleep.

According to Thea, that was all Severides. Including Brooke's niece, who slept near all day anyway. Severide was alright with me taking her for the 24 hours he and Thea were working, but so long as Brooke was around and Elizabeth had gone back to Brooke's after we spent time together.

"Is that Mommy's husband?" And to say that little girl loved me was an understatement. Thea had been cautious about introducing me to her so soon, but Elizabeth had delighted over the wedding, and Brooke had to stop her from running after Thea's car when we left for the cruise.

"Yes, say hi to Mr. Jay."

"Hi, Mr. Jay! Do you miss Mommy too?"

I laughed at her question. Not because it was an outrageous thing to think, but it was true. I slept in the same bed with Thea for three nights, and I was missing her. A large, quiet apartment was a lonely one. I was used to living in my own, but I guessed that expecting someone home soon was what made me uneasy.

"I do. Your mommy's fun to be around." I answered truthfully.

Elizabeth let out an agreeing hum. "Mommy is fun. She lets me dress up and do things Daddy won't let me do."

"That's because Daddy says no, and you go to Mommy and she can't say no to you." Brooke snorted, and I listened to their play tussle over the phone. "Thea says she's always wanted a daughter, so when she and Kelly met Elle at the hospital, she immediately offered to help raise her. When Claire met her, she'd mistaken Elle as her sister's baby.

"Apparently Elle looked like Thea when she was a baby." It made sense, she still looked like her mother. Even if Thea didn't give birth to her.

Brooke excused herself, putting her phone on her bedside table, as she took Elizabeth back to bed. When she came back, she was getting a call from Kelly and said goodnight.

So I went back to staring at the ceiling. Then I looked at the bookshelf, glancing over the book spines. I recognised a couple Thea had been reading last week, and there were a few gaps between the book sections. Of course, separated by genre because—as Thea put it—she's not a monster.

I remembered her tour she gave of the apartment, and her showing me the spot on the balcony I was absolutely not allowed to stand on at any given time because the wild birds that visited her claimed that is their spot and she usually left seed out in the mornings she had work.

I'll put some out when I wake up, so she doesn't have to worry about it when she gets home.

One of the other bedrooms—there were five—was turned into her office where, if she wasn't doing CFD paperwork, she was reviewing store reports or resumes for potential store employees. The other four were the master bedroom—hers—mine, Elizabeth's and a spare room. We'd briefly discussed it'd be our future child's room, but she promised she wasn't expecting anything right away.

"CFD Firehouse 51, Lieutenant Rhodes' office." The house phone blared, and I almost forgot it did that. I rolled over to answer the phone on the bedside table.

I was expecting it to be her assistant when I'd answered, but her voice was instantly recognisable. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I haven't been able to sleep." I excused. "How's work?"

"It's the usual, kid up a tree or in a hole he dug himself." She let out a breathy laugh. Thea went quiet for a moment, "lost a vic earlier."

"I'm sorry, Thea. That's rough."

She hummed. "I figured if anyone understood, you would." I couldn't argue with that, even though if I had to be called in, it was too late. We talked about stuff like that. "We have an engagement party to attend next week, an old friend of mine from high school. Loose term."

"Do you want me to buy an engagement gift?"

"No, no, she's got everything she could ever want and if she didn't, she could just ask her fiancé for it anyway. Just wanted to make sure you knew." I'd imagined social events would be a key feature of this marriage, and Thea had told me as such, but I'd figured nonsensical, baseline events like charity fundraisers where we'd only run into a few people she knew through her father.

She knew the engaged couple, so I'd have to act like I know her more than I actually do.

Make Brooke write a list of everything she knew about Thea.

"You can just wear a dress shirt and pants with your work shoes if you want," she continued, sitting her phone up on the desk as she opened her laptop. "What colour shirts do you have?"

"Uh, blue, black, and white—the one I wore at the wedding."

She hummed, and seemed to scroll through a website on her laptop. "We'll go with the white—if you don't mind—and I'll see if I can find a dress to match."

"Don't you have a dress picked out?" I asked, and Thea explained couples matching was the bride-to-be's thing. And likely the theme of their wedding. "Do you need me to do anything else?"

"Act like you're in love with me. I don't know how hard it could be, but I'm sure you'll find out."

The firehouse bell rang, and Thea said goodbye before hanging up. Act like you love me.

If I needed to put on a show in front of rich people, I could at least embarrass myself in front of friends first.

Brooke liked the idea of taking Elizabeth to see her mom and dad after work, so I convinced the girls to come buy flowers for Thea. Elizabeth led the way, of course, pointing out that her mother loved pink flowers and we settled on roses.

"Do you like Mommy?" Elizabeth asked, as Brooke strapped her into her seat. "Daddy says he likes Mommy a lot, and I asked him why he didn't marry her, but he doesn't like her that much."

"Because your mom and dad are best friends, like Mr. Jay and I," Brooke reasoned. "They love each other just as much as they love you, but it's a different love than you're thinking of, Sweet pea."

"Mommy and Daddy are best friends?" She looked at me with her little brown eyes sparkling. "Are you and Mommy best friends?"

"Someday, maybe. But we are friends. I used to be with Aunt Gabby."

Elizabeth giggled, "Auntie Gabby is funny. That's why Mommy likes her so much. Do you still like Auntie Gabby?"

"She's a Severide, naturally curious." Brooke smiled, sitting in the driver's seat. She looked at her niece in the rearview, checking if she was ready to see her parents.

When we arrived at the firehouse, only a few of the crew were sprinkling out and I recognised a few from the wedding. Thea's team, if I remembered them correctly. Elizabeth bounced at my feet, waving at her mother's team who happily waved back, and Brooke scrolled through her messages.

"They always take the longest; doesn't bother Elli though." Brooke snorted, playing a video showing her niece. Before long, her little voice squealed as Kelly and Thea walked out the apparatus doors with Casey and Gabby in tow.

As she ran towards them, Thea crouched down and opened her arms. "Principessa! Do you come to pick us up with Auntie Brooke?"

"And Mr. Jay has something for you!"

"I don't think you were supposed to say that, Elle," Kelly laughed, playing with her hair as Thea held her. He smiled at Brooke and nodded at me in greeting as we stopped in front of them.

"Aren't they pretty, Mommy?" Elizabeth meant the flowers, but Thea kept staring at me.

Kelly slipped his daughter from her arms with a "Tedd, I'm not an expert with romantic gestures, but I think you're meant to say something."

"Thank you," she squeaked. With a cough, this quiet Thea faded away. "You didn't have to."

"You're my wife."

Gabby practically squealed with Shay—Elizabeth's godmother—behind her and she gave them a side glance.

"I don't think I can do a big grand gesture every time I pick you up, but I can at least bring you flowers in a colour you like." I reasoned. Husbands who liked their wives did romantic gestures for their wives all the time, right? Sure, Thea was a means to an end and so was I, but it didn't mean I shouldn't bring her flowers or make her breakfast when I could.

Thea smiled, letting out a breath, before pointing at her BMW parked in front of the house. "I drove here."

"That's fine, I'll take Kelly and Shay home," Brooke laughed, passing Elizabeth to me. "Since it's your 48 hours with Elli, I'm sure Kelly won't mind her being with you."

Kelly and Thea gave each other silent looks—one which likely said I'd be a dead man at some point—before he agreed. He said goodbye to Elizabeth, and waved a goodbye to me as well.

Elizabeth fiddled with my collar as we walked to Thea's car. "He'll get used to you being around Elli. We agreed it was up to her if you're in her life, and she wanted to meet you, so he's adjusting."

"I'm fine with him not wanting me around Elizabeth, I understand. I wouldn't want a man I barely know around our young daughter either." Our?! Why did I say our?! Why did I assume we'd have a daughter?

"Mr. Jay missed you last night, Mommy. I bet it was really cold at Mommy's House without you there." She looked at Thea from the back seat. "He called Auntie Brooke because he was lonely."

"Because he and Auntie Brooke are best friends, principessa."

The ride home was mostly quiet, the occasional mention of something random from Elizabeth in the backseat. When she asked for snacks, Thea reminded her that there were snacks at home.

Getting to the apartment was less of a hassle with her around, since Doorman Willy recognised her from a mile away. There wasn't any triple checking to make sure we lived in the apartment, and Elizabeth enjoyed her lollipop as we rode the elevator.

Thea let out a sigh of content as she dropped her bag beside the door in the entry, fumbling with her keys to hang them on a hook with T etched into the holder. She'd gotten a J put above my key hook once I'd gotten the spare key, and a new spare was being made for her to give Elizabeth in ten years.

"Jay will put a show for you, and I'll get some snacks ready, okay?" When she received a nod, Thea headed into the kitchen. The apartment wasn't overly big, the kitchen and living room being open, with three bedrooms on the main floor and a loft above the kitchen. A laundry room was across the corridor to Elizabeth's bedroom along with a bathroom between them. Thea's ensuite was between our bedrooms; mine would become the spare bedroom whenever someone outside of Firehouse 51 and the unit would come by, and we'd move some of my things like photos into her room.

Thea set down the snacks in front of Elizabeth. "I'm going to figure out some dresses for upcoming events. You're fine to watch Elli for a few minutes, right?"

"Mommy runway!" Her daughter cheered, holding a carrot stick in one hand and a cookie in the other.

"Okay, let Mommy pick out a few dresses and you and Jay can rate them."

Elizabeth wiggled up onto the sofa, patting the cushion beside hers and eagerly signalling for me to sit down. Her mother had skipped off to get into some dresses.

The first was a pink off-the-shoulder dress that reached her mid-thigh, with bubblegum-like sleeves connected over the chest. It complimented her skin tone well, and thanks to her morning runs and her job, her legs worked with the dress rather than against it.

"Pretty Mommy!" Elli clapped her hands together excitedly.

Thea thanked her, giving her a curtsy as well as the dress would allow.

"It looks beautiful on you." I agreed earnestly. There was no point in lying—especially since she was warming up to me—and even a toddler could see she was beautiful.

We continued Thea's fashion show before Elizabeth became sleepy and was put to bed. "She was probably keeping Brooklyn up all night," Thea laughed, making sure the bedroom door was fully closed. The in-house chef mastered away at lunch, as we settled on the sofa.

We decided on a movie to watch, and sat in silence. Nothing inherently big happened, and we swapped watching the movie to being on our phones occasionally. "I've got a new candidate," Thea grunted, slumping further into the sofa.

"I thought Casey got the candidates."

"I sometimes get the chiefs' kids or the captains' brothers. They'd rather their candidate family members get 'better' training from a 'higher' officer." Thea rolled her eyes. "It's a load of bull, but at least it gives us something to do. Someone new, as well. Chief Jones' kid."

Why'd that name sound familiar?

Thea nodded beside me, "yes, one of my exes' little sister. She's a total sweetheart, but I think having a chief for a dad and officers for brothers gets to her head a lot of the time."

"You'll knock her down a few pegs, and get her into shape." I tried to reassure her, but I don't think she wanted it as she kept looking at her phone. I just thanked God that I wasn't in-charge of anyone too, and continued watching the movie.

[multiversefanfics]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag, love @megamindsecretlair

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I haven't used AO3 yet

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

0 lmao

3. What fandoms do you write for?

When I had my other account a long long long time ago, I wrote about the Dolan Twins and other youtubers, now it's Marvel and I still do some youtubers.

4. Top Five fics by kudos:

This might be a little hard to do.

Girl of My Dreams - Definitely is one of my favorites, can't deny that.

Hey, Sammy - This series is my favorite, I love Sam

Have It Your Way - I wish I could have it my way too

Haunted House - I love haunted house fics

Boyfriend - Gotta show love to Nat

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes I love getting comments :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You left? maybe

You Left

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

I try to write happy endings for all my fics, You Left pt 2 has a happy ending ;)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I love that everyone is so nice and helps me thrive and write better.

9. Do you write smut?

I'm bad at it, but yes I do

10. Craziest Crossover?

Haven't done a crossover yet, anyone have any ideas?

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen?

Nope, and if i did i haven’t seen it

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of lmao

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not yet, I'd love to one day

14. All time favorite ship?

anything with Bucky or Sam

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably my Spencer Reid fic :( I'm tryinggggg

16. What are your writing strengths?

Strengths? Maybe active imagination? I dont know

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Details

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I wish I spoke another language

19. First Fandom you wrote in?

Dolan Twins

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Trick or Treat

No pressure tags: @buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin @nickfowlerrr @bubbarnes and anyone else that wants to do it :)

[6rookie-writer0110]

Hello hope this finds you well I was wondering g if you could write a Dolan twins x male reader smut with both of the twins spitrosting reader with daddy kinks and also the twins calling reader a slut and there boy

They are so hot

[kara-dolan]

i miss the dolan twin fandom friends i had but really really happy im not writing the smut like i felt so freaking weird writing it and most of what i did write was inspired by so many others who have deactivated. kinda really maybe i might remove everything i’ve written and then rebrand using fictional characters that i come up with in my head cause i miss writing and actually started up “This Can’t Be Real” rewrite cause i actually loved writing that so much

[elitegrayson]

In Lust We Trust - E.D [One Shot]

Featuring: Ethan x reader 

Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, swearing.

A/N: heyy this is my first one shot on here and my first real post lowkey hahahah. this idea came to me in a dream so i figured i put it to the keyboard. if it doesn’t make sense or if it’s poorly written i apologize in advance but i will do my best (it’s been a minute since i’ve written smut). also the title is steve lacy inspired bc i love that man. i appreciate all feedback so lmk if you guys like this or not. 

“Do we have everything? I would hate to make another trip.” Grayson asked before grabbing the keys off of the counter. Today was Friday and your boyfriend, you & Ethan drove up north for the weekend. Every year in Geneva, the city where you guys are staying, the city has its annual celebration where the community gets together for food, drinks, games, and live music. You’re not from the community but Grayson’s cousin has a beach house that they let you guys stay at. You couldn’t miss out on an opportunity like that so you guys agreed to go.

"Yeah, I have everything. E?” you hummed, applying a little bit more lipgloss and then placing it in your purse.

“Yeah yeah I’m ready. Can we go now, I’m literally sweating my boobs off.” Ethan complains, wiping the invisible sweat from his forehead.

Most of your friends frowned upon the fact that you were going on a trip with your boyfriend AND his brother. It’s not abnormal that you guys hang out because Ethan is the one who introduced you to Grayson. You guys clicked immediately and the rest was history. The twins are very attractive, there’s no denying that, but I guess they think that Grayson can’t be the only one you’re fucking.

“We were literally waiting on you but okay,” Grayson mumbles at his older brother while the other twin just rolls his eyes. We began making our way out the door & start heading to the beach. By the time we got there, the parade has just begun. Huge & colorful floats swept through the roads and we could hear the band following behind them.

“Man I miss being in the band.” You say, reminiscing about your high school band career. It was the best four years of your life. High school sucked, but being in the band made it a little bearable.

“You could still join in college, Y/N. You were amazing at trumpet.” Ethan smiles, putting his hand on your shoulder. 

“I don’t know, E. High school band & college band are two completely different things. Plus my chops are probably dead by now.” You shrug and Ethan sends you a frown. He was always so supportive of everything you’ve done. Whether it was school or sports or even when it came to your next protective hairstyle. He was always by your side cheering you on. You’ll always appreciate him for that.

“Whatever you say Y/N. When you get back to school, it won’t hurt to try. Either way, you’ll always have my support.” He smiled at you and you sent him one in return. While you and Ethan were chatting, you noticed Grayson standing off to the side on his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed and you saw that his jaw was clenching. Immediately you walked over to him to see what was up.

“Gray baby, you okay?” You ask, placing your hands on his soft biceps. Usually, when he’s mad, you always tell him that he can take his anger out on you so that’s exactly what you tell him.

“You know you can always use me, Gray. I don’t mind-“

“Stop Y/N just leave me alone alright?” He huffs and shrugs your hands off of him. You’re taken back because he was fine this morning so what the fuck happened? You have been a little needy lately and he rarely declines your advances. Of course, he can always decline, there’s nothing wrong with that. Now that you feel guilty & you silently walk back over to where Ethan is, trying to get these thoughts out of your mind. Grayson knows that he can always come to you when there’s something wrong, but maybe being sexual wasn’t the right approach.

For the rest of the day, it was just you and Ethan. Grayson wasn’t talking to either of you and if he did it was small phrases like “I don’t care” or “I don’t know”. It irritated you slightly because you guys didn’t drive up 4 hours just so your boyfriend can be a dick. As much as you enjoy Ethan’s company, you wanted to spend some time with Grayson as well. But from the looks of it, that’s not going to happen any time soon.

Suddenly you felt the urge to pee so you asked Grayson if he could walk with you to find a bathroom while Ethan watches the table we were seated at. “Gray, I have to pee, can you come with me please?” He looked up at you and just shook his head he didn’t even say a word.

“Y/N, I can just take you. I don’t know what his fucking deal is today.” Ethan hisses, extending his hand out to yours. It caught you by surprise, but you grabbed it anyway. Grayson noticed this as well but wasn’t that phased to say or do anything. What the fuck is up with him honestly?

You guys began walking, focusing on how big and soft Ethan’s hands were. You didn’t ask why you guys were holding hands but maybe it was for safety reasons? But then again hand holding isn’t really necessary.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ethan asks, sending you a concerning look. Sometimes when you’re too caught up in your head, your facial expressions tend to show that. That’s probably what he noticed.

“Yeah just thinking about Gray. Do you think I did something?” You murmured, cringing at the sexual advances that you made earlier.

“No Y/N, of course not. He’s probably just in one of his moods, but that’s no excuse to treat you like that.” He stated, making you feel a little bit better.

“Yeah, maybe he’s just jealous of our friendship.” You snicker as Ethan nods in return. It was nothing, but a joke. If anything they’re closer than you and Ethan could ever be. So that’s not even possible.

Finally, after walking what felt like hours, you found a bathroom. You told Ethan you’ll be right out and he just nods. You pressed on the gray door, found the first clean stall, and did your business. As you were finishing up, you heard your phone vibrate. Taking it out of your purse, Grayson’s name appeared on the screen.

G: I want to apologize for my behavior. Some shit was going on with my friends, but I never meant to take it out on you. Please forgive me? 💚

You: I accept your apology, but you know you can always come to me. E and I are walking back now.

You lock your phone, wash your hands and make your way out to Ethan. You’re happy he apologized, but a part of you feels like there’s something else going on.

“You ready to go?” You ask, adjusting your purse that’s on your shoulder.

“Yeah, but since we’re alone I need to tell you something.” He trails, you don’t say anything but you continue to let him talk.

“You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. When I introduced you to my brother a year ago, I can’t help but feel as though I made a mistake. As bad as that sounds it’s true. You seem so happy with him, but I can’t help thinking you’ll be happier with me. I mean come on Y/N, he’s been ignoring you all day and he couldn’t even walk with you to the fucking bathroom for God’s sake? What kind of boyfriend is that? He doesn’t even know how lucky he is to have a beautiful girl like you…” Ethan announces, but you are just at a loss for words. Why is he saying all of this now? He’s never shown interest in you not even in the slightest. You take all of his words into account, but you remember that Grayson already apologized for his behavior. Yet actions do speak louder than words.

“Ethan I uh- don’t even know what to say. H-how come you’re telling me this now?” You stutter, looking back up at him.

“Believe me, I’ve tried to get these thoughts out of my head for months. I’ve been on so many dates with girls, but at the end of the night, you’re the only one on my mind. I just figured it’d be now or never.” He explains, stepping a little bit closer to you.

“I know you feel the same way. Don’t act like you didn’t see me catch a peek of that body this morning, Y/N. Next time when you’re putting on this lime green bikini top,” Ethan smirks, running his fingers up and down the strings. “Make sure to close the door all the way. Unless you purposely left it open for me. Either way, I’d love to see those pretty tits again.” Immediately you felt your cheeks get hot. How could he be saying all of this? You did notice him peaking this morning, but you figured if you didn’t say anything he wouldn’t notice. That failed.

At the same time, you were extremely needy and can’t even remember the last time Grayson touched you. It’ll just be one time and that’s it.

“We gotta make this quick and it can never happen again, do you understand? Luckily, he gave me the keys to the Bronco.” You smile, dangling the keys in front of his face.

“Perfect.” He smirks.

When you guys made it back to the truck he wasted no time. He sat in the backseat and pulled you so that you were sitting in his lap. He started kissing you softly and a moan escaped your lips. You felt him smile in the kiss as his hands traveled down your back. He undid your bikini and started pepper kissing around your chest until he reached your tits.

“God they’re even more beautiful up close.” Ethan bubbled, taking both of your boobs in his hands and giving them a small squeeze. He placed the left one in his mouth while his hand massaged the other. His tongue danced around your nipple. His tongue felt amazing, Grayson couldn’t even compete. You started to grind slowly on Ethan and soon enough you felt his hard-on poking through. 

“Feels so good, don’t stop E.” You managed to say between moans and he follows your commands. He takes one out making a slight “pop” noise with his mouth and continues to the other. 

You know you shouldn’t be with him, but he’s doing such a good job. Something about doing stuff you’re not supposed to do is turning you on even so might as well let him know that.

“I need you now.” You lean to whisper in his ear, then you begin to remove your shorts. “Y/N are you sure? We can stop and just pretend this never happened-“ You cut him off. “Can you shut up and fuck me please?” You whine, moving around on his dick yet again.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Ethan smirks crashing his lips into yours while you also pull his shorts and underwear down. You managed not to break the kiss as you pull your swimsuit bottoms to the side with one hand while the other grabs his members so that you can insert him. When you’ve finally matched it up, you let go and slide down.

“Holy fucking shit..” He grunts, trying to adjust himself to your tight pussy. You place your hands on his chest and began to slowly move up and down on his dick. You hate to admit it, but he was fucking huge. Ethan’s ego can sometimes get the best of him so you made sure to limit your praises.

He moved his hands from around your waist and placed them on your ass to give it a smack then a tight squeeze. You moaned and winced at his touch. “Yeah, you fucking like having that ass smacked?” Ethan asks looking at you with dark, lustful eyes.

You didn’t answer him until he placed his hand on your throat. This surely caught your attention. “Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He says once and you nod eagerly. “That’s a good girl, now keep riding me and don’t stop.” You start to pick up the pace, but quickly you start to get messy. Tears started to brim in your eyes, causing your mascara to run down your face.

“I can’t take it. You’re t-too b-big for me.” You stuttered, trying to figure out where to place your hands. “Slow it down for me baby. That’s right, Grayson doesn’t even know what to do with all this.” He groans, running his hands up and down your toned body. Ethan placed kisses in between your boobs again and then started fucking you hard from beneath.

“Fuck Ethan oh my god yes,” You moaned, feeling your stomach tie into multiple knots.

By now the car is filled with your moans and the sounds of your skin clapping together. The fog started to appear on the windows and by now Grayson was probably wondering where you guys were. You’re sure he’d never imagined this and neither did you.

“Look at how needy you are taking my dick. You’re so fucking bad, Y/N. Imagine what Grayson would think when he sees me fucking this shit outta his pretty girl huh? Does he fuck you like this, Y/N?” Ethan’s words are turning you on by the second and you feel yourself reaching your endpoint.

“Keep t-talking, Ethan. You’re doing so good.” You whimper, moving your body forward so that you’re placed on his chest and your ass is sticking out.

“You look so beautiful taking me. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. How much I thought about fucking this tight little pussy of yours.” And that was all you needed to hear before reaching your high. You clawed your fingers into his shoulder as you rode it out. He was approaching his climax as well, pounding into you with all his power.

“Can I cum in you, Y/N?” He moaned out. “Yes fill me up p-please.” You practically screamed and seconds later you felt his warmth shoot inside of you. By now you’re still laying on his chest, beads of sweat sprinkled across your forehead. You both focused on your breathing and tried to process what you just did.

You just cheated on your boyfriend with his brother.

You readjusted your bikini buttoms and looked on the floor to find your bikini. As you put it back on, someone knocked on the window. You and Ethan both turned to look to see who it is. Your heart dropped when you saw that it was none other than Grayson.