#dolan twin oneshot

[ruewrote]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙.

PAIRING: grayson dolan x fem!reader WARNINGS: creepy guys GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: heart to heart by mac demarco WORD COUNT: 813

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you had been walking home from the club, stumbling a little in your heels, feeling the slight buzz of the alcohol that you recently consumed, but feeling more anger than anything else.

standing on the edge of the curb, rummaging around in your bag looking for your phone. cursing yourself for mindlessly tossing it in there earlier.

"hey honey! looking for a good time?" you stopped searching for it, slightly glancing up through your lashes at the older man in worn down clothes started to make his way over towards you.

his arms stretched out with a drunken smirk.

"no thank you." with that said you turned back to what you were doing previously, not realising the man had gotten even closer to you than before.

him wrapping his arms around you, letting out a scream telling him to get off of you and to leave you alone.

cursing yourself for leaving so late and to make matters worse there not being many cars or people around.

that's when you thought you were thoroughly fucked. hands struggling against his tall figure, even as you thrashed against him - you weren't able to overpower him. regretting not slipping your pepper spray into your handbag since you assumed thay you were gonna stay with friends.

"hey! she said to let her go."

the creep soon let his calloused hands slip away from you slightly to find where the voice was coming through, as he did - a fist was met with his jaw and he fell to the floor with a thud, the kind stranger gently pushed you behind him.

towering over the bastard, yelling all sorts of profanities. the creep just laid there holding his jaw before scrambling off of the floor in the other direction.

you were now shivering from the cold and adrenaline, just thankful for his timing. wrapping your arms around yourself as your teeth chattered.

"hey, hey it's okay now. he's gone, here take this!" that's when he shrugged his hoodie off and pushed it onto your shoulders, not really questioning anything, pulling it tighter around your body.

your eyes had been stuck looking at your feet since he had helped you, slightly shaken up.

you were pleasantly surprised when you did lock eyes with the stranger, his hazel eyes shining in the streetlight that hovered above the both of you.

he had such pretty eyes -- scratch that all of him was pretty! well from what you could see at least. plump lips, kind eyes, fluffy hair. he easily stood at six foot. towering over you like the other guy did but this time you felt no threat.

a wide and contagious smile spread across his features one that reached his eyes.

"bit of a bad way to start off an introduction, but hi i'm grayson!"

his arm stretched out lending a hand to shake yours, you accept the gesture by giving his a soft shake returning it with your own name.

"yo gray! what happened..?" another voice was heard from behind you, still feeling jumpy turning around quickly, shuffling back to grasp grayson's arm and try to hide yourself behind his large build.

"hey, hey it's okay. i know him, he's my brother you're safe." grasping your hand in his.

as the other person came into view, he looked alot like the one that had just helped you. removing your hold on gray, still standing firmly at his side.

"some asshole tried forcing himself on her, not that she needed my help, but i kinda decked him then he ran off." the twin clicked his tongue, shaking his head his eyes flickering from the ground to you, checking you over.

"deserved. are you alright..?"

realising he was speaking to you, you stopped playing with the hoodie sleeve. "y/n and yeah it was a bit of a shock, i was just lucky that grayson was nearby when it occurred." your voice still a bit shaky from the encounter.

it was decided that the twins wanted to make sure you got home alright, you protested, but your complaints fell upon deaf ears.

they were even kind enough to buy you a hot chocolate at a near by diner beforehand.

the drive to your house was silent, all was heard was the clicking of the turn indicator every now and then. a soft pop song played in the background as you zoned out.

it didn't take long to get to your house, them both wished you a farewell as you started to walk to your front door not before putting your number into gray's phone, he said for quote on quote 'if you ever need to be saved again' with a wink.

closing the wooden door, leaning your back up against it, a small grin laid on your lips as you took off your heels.

realising that you still had his hoodie on.

© ruewrote.

[ruerecs]

im really missing them and might start writing for them, MAYBE! depends how this poll does. i'd love some dt mutuals tho!! <3

[planetdolans]

g.d ☾ reaction ( fluff )

✾ IMAGINE ✾ Helping the twins shoot their next video, Grayson having a heavy built crush for you. He listens to every single one of your words, but can’t help but smile/laugh whenever you’d do/say something incredibly cute.

“You're just so cute, I can’t help myself N/n.”

[strangerquinns]

omg can you write something about pampering bf gray? i think it would be so cute 🥲🥲

grayson dolan x reader

"You have to stay still," You spoke as you looked down towards your boyfriend, his head resting in your lap.

The two of you were sitting on the living room floor with a movie playing deciding to relax after a long day of running errands and catching up on housework.

Grayson jumped at the chance for a little pampering, loving nothing more than relaxing in your lap while you placed a mask on his skin.

"I'm sorry baby," He spoke, his fingers lightly caressing your calves.

"Don't wanna get this stuff in your beard." You adjusted the spa headband you'd placed on him earlier, pushing his long hair from his face. With his beard being on the longer side now as well, sheet masks weren't an option.

You dropped your small spa spatula into the clay mask you made and continued to gently spread it across his face. He sighed softly as the cool clay spread across his face. Grayson's fingers stopped tracing random shapes on your legs and sagged more into your lap. A small smile spread across your lips as you continued to place the mask across his face. Once you were done, you grabbed two cooling eye patches and placed them over his eyes.

"How does that feel?" You asked looking down towards him.

"Fucking amazing." Grayson groaned softly

"If you're a good boy I'll give you a nice massage."

"I'm always a good boy for you baby." Grayson smirked, "But I would love one cause my back has been killing me again."

"Need to chill out with the heavy lifting bub, you're going to hurt yourself one day." You sighed before bending forward so your lips lightly pressed against his.

Minutes passed before you moved to wipe the mask from his face, before spreading a serum in its place. Grayson sat up and turned towards you, before bending down and giving you a proper kiss. You moaned softly against his lips.

"Thank you, baby." He smiled down towards you.

"Of course. Now lay down, getting those knots out of your back."

Grayson moaned softly and reached to take off his sweatshirt and tossing it to the side. You grabbed a pillow for him to rest his head on before you grabbed some lotion to use.

"You're too fucking good to me, god damn." He spoke as you began to slowly spread the lotion across his back. You straddled across his ass before starting at his lower back, using your fingers to dig deep into his muscles. Grayson let out a loud groan as he felt the tension in his back start to lessen. "Oh fuck...right there...fuck..."

Slowly you worked your way up towards his broad shoulders working out the knots you felt tight in his back as best as you could. When you were finished you placed a small kiss on his shoulder and laying against him slightly. Grayson shifted to roll over, before pulling you back onto his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist before kissing your forehead.

"Thank you for that, really felt good."

"Of course." You looked towards him and smiled as you rested your head on his chest.

[mindofharry]

hi bub. i just want to have early morning cuddles with gray. the type where you can’t form full sentences and yeah 🤕

:(

The morning time is a special time for you and grayson.

Although you live together, you barely see each other. You have work during the day and the grayson edits during the night. Of course, you find ways to spend time together like right now and every morning. When you both wake up you bring eachother into a cuddle, sometimes you talk other times you just enjoy eachothers company.

That’s what you love about your relationship with grayson. You don’t have to speak to enjoy the time together. You know from the way his heart beats if he hates what you’re doing.

But grayson loves mornings with you.

The way his arms are wrapped around small body and your legs intertwined with his. You hair usually across his face, he doesn’t care though. He loves the way there always a whistle when you breathe and that no matter what, you always have to have your feet touching his.

The comfort you guys both get from being intertwined with eachother is almost euphoric. Like nothing you’ve ever endured before.

1 hour can feel like 5 minutes when you cuddled up next to grayson.

You’d like to spend the rest of your life having euphoric moments with grayson dolan.

[333dolans]

C3 & C92 with gray pleasee🥺

Prompt list

C3, C92- “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” “I’m going to sleep on couch tonight.”

“Y/N, please just talk to me? I don’t understand what I did wrong. You need to tell me so I can, you know? Not do it again?” Gray pleaded with you through the bathroom door. Just moments ago you were both cuddled up on his bed under a fuzzy blanket, legs intertwined and eyes heavy with the sleepiness that weighed your eyelids down. Now? You had abruptly got up from your place in his arms before making a quick dash and proceeding to lock yourself in the bathroom without so much as a word. As he’d followed after you, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

Gray was confused to say the least, you had been talking to him about your day, which he followed with a brief description of what he had gotten up to with Ethan as they were in the midsts of filming a big series for their channel. Snapping back to the current moment where he found himself sliding down to the floor, head resting on the wall, he desperately began to rack his brain for anything that could of pissed you off. Why were you angry with him?

He was once again brought out of his thoughts by a sound that made his blood run cold. His ear pressed against the wood, he heard the faint, steady sound pick up speed and volume. You were crying. He could handle you being mad at him but crying because of him? Absolutely not. “Babe, please” He was begging now.

Just as he was contemplating kicking that damn door down himself, he heard the lock twist and the door crack open slightly followed by your croaky voice, “Im going to sleep on the couch tonight.” You sounded so fragile, insecure. Gray knew better than to try and argue with you, you were a stubborn one and when you knew what you wanted you were set on it. “It’s ok, take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

As the sun began to light up the room, the rays making their way in through the blinds, you were instantly reminded of last nights events when you reached out to your left, greeted with cold sheets. You felt guilty, you weren’t upset because of him. You were angry with the universe and he just so happened to be the one you lashed out at.

Sliding your feet into your slippers as you finished tying the belt of your robe, you made your way out to the living room to apologise. You were met with the smell of pancakes, god were you craving them. A smile graced your lips as you headed for the kitchen. That smile faltered when you were met with Gray sat at the kitchen table, chomping on his breakfast, no sight of a plate saved for you. This pissed you off, you knew you had no reason to be annoyed. It was 7am and you didn’t normally wake up until around 10am on your days off. Of course he wouldn’t of made you breakfast at this time, but today? You weren’t happy.

“Nice of you to offer me some.” You commented bitterly. If looks could kill, Grayson Dolan would be a dead man walking. “Seriously Y/N? We’re not 7 anymore.” He rolled his eyes. God you needed to get your feelings in check because you could now feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Why were you crying?! You had started all of this. Grayson saw your change in expression and was instantly at your side.

“What is it bub? come on, you can talk to me.” Gray tried, warm hand reaching for yours but you pulled away. “It’s none of your business.” You sassed. Honestly, you don’t know why you were being so petty, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just so afraid of what he’d say when you told him. You turned on your heel, about to flee again. “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” With that you froze, he’d heard you? Did that mean he’d heard you throwing up last night? “fuck” you thought to yourself.

You slowly looked up to meet his eyes. You were afraid for his reaction. You knew he loved you but you’d only been together for just under a year. Was it all too soon? As much as you wished you could avoid it, you knew he would find out eventually, whether you told him or not. “Don’t be mad?” You whispered faintly. “Of course not, you just worried me is all.” He cupped your tear stained cheek in his palm, the touch comforting you. You took in a shaky breath, “I’m pregnant.”

The words seemed to echo in the small space between you. Silence. You knew it was too soon, it was no secret that Grayson longed to be a father more than anything, but 10 months into the relationship? They were still so young, so much they wanted to do before settling down for a domestic life together. You felt your stomach wrench. You’d ruined everything.

Grayson on the other hand, was in shock. Was this a dream? Surely it had to be. This. This was the moment he’d waited for all of his life. He was going to be a father and best of all, the mother of his unborn child, the absolute love of his life. He saw a hint of hope flash across her eyes after she spoke, but it faded after just a few seconds, replaced with fear. Fuck! He’d hadn’t said anything yet, leaving her in her to overthink his lack of reaction.

Without missing another beat, he took her shaking hands into his bigger ones and brought them to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to them. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He scooped her into his arms and buried his head into her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. He pulled back to look at her face, “I’m going to be a dad?” His eyes began to tear up. She matched the smile on his face before letting out a sharp breath of a relief. “Yes, and the best one too. I know it may be too soon-“ Grayson cut her off with a passionate kiss. “No love, it’s perfect.”

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[curedblues]

Grayson said he wants a daughter ASAP. i mean he can put a baby in me if he wants.

[preferredrealty]

Speechless - A Grayson Dolan Imagine/Blurb/Drabble?

I don’t know the difference between a Imagine/Drabble/Blurb. Can someone explain? 

Anyways it’s short and cute

Country Music wasn’t exactly Grayson’s go to genre. Honestly he rarely listened to it. Of the top of his head he knows maybe one song? Possibly two but (Y/N) moved in with him, Country music seemed to consume him.

It was slowly creeping into his playlist, getting stuck on a loop in his head, a mindless hum he did while doing the dishes.

However if there is one occasion he loved to hear country music, it was nights like tonight.

Ethan and Kris were out on a date, Grayson had spent the evening working out and editing while (Y/N) worked on some course work for University. Curled up on the couch, laptop on her knee, snuggled into Grayson’s sweater.

As he stepped into the living room, freshly showered and in a pair of sweats he paused. Gone was his girlfriend he had intended to cuddle with. Her laptop was sat neatly on the couch, a text book resting on top of it.

Then he smelt it. She was baking.

The hum of music met his ears as he walked towards the fireplace, watching as (Y/N) rolled something out of the kitchen island.

Her phone sat near her playing a familiar song.

“hmm – every time you walk into the room – hmm- speechless.” She sang along softly asks she lifted the pastry she had made, laying it over the still steaming apple pie filling in the pie casing. She placed the pie in the oven to bake, jumping as arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“You leave me speechless every day.” Grayson pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

(Y/N) grinned as she turned to face him, her arms coming up around his neck. “I could say the same thing about you babe.” She tiptoed to press her lips to his. Grayson smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at the timer she had set for the oven. “Smells good.” He hummed.

“New recipe, you always said you loved the smell of my Apple Pie so I found a Vegan recipe.”

Grayson looked down at her with raised eyebrows. “God you’re perfect.” He kissed her cheek, swaying them slowly to the rhythm of the song.

“I’m speechless, you already know that you’re my weakness. After all this time I’m just as nervous...I’m speechless.” Grayson sang sweetly into her neck as they danced. (Y/N) giggled pulling back from him.

“I knew I would convert you to country music.” She teased kissing his cheek.

“Way to ruin the moment.” He huffed

[dolantwinsfavss]

Meant To Be {g.d}

Always (Part 2) // Masterlist

“Gray?” You mumbled after waking up to realize that Grayson’s side of the bed hadn’t been slept on.

Rubbing your tired eyes, you noticed a faint light coming from the living room and got out of bed, wrapped yourself in a blanket and headed to the living room to see a very tired Grayson on his laptop while Ethan slept beside him.

“Hey why are you still up?” You whispered before yawning.

“Hmm?” Grayson slowly blinked before saying, “Oh um we’re editing a video... What are you doing up?”

“I woke up and realized you weren’t in bed yet.” You sighed sitting next to him, “I thought you were going to go to bed early tonight.”

“Y-Yeah. I was but then things weren’t working out the way we wanted them to and I guess I just lost track of time?” Grayson said never taking his eyes off the screen.

You could see how tired he was. He was trying so hard to stay awake, eyelids drooping every few minutes and rubbing his face with his hands. You hated seeing him like this, sacrificing his own health for work... once again.

You reached over and softly scratched the nape of his neck which he instinctively leaned into. “You promised you would stop pulling all nighters for videos remember?”

“I know I know. It’s just we promised our fans the video would be up tomorrow and I don’t want to let them down.” Grayson said softly, finally looking into your eyes. You could see that he truly wanted to keep his promise. He absolutely hated it when he broke any promise and that’s just the way he was. Someone who was always true to his word. Always wanting others to be happy.

“Grayson. Your fans will understand if the video isn’t out tomorrow. They know how hard you guys work on them and how far you’ve come to put videos out for yourself, not their views.” You explained softly, hoping you would be able to change his mind.

“I just... I know. I know what we said about not having a deadline or rushing to put out a video, but sometimes I still feel guilty for being selfish.” Grayson admitted with sorrow in his voice.

In that moment you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. The man who always wears his heart on his sleeve, despite being fucked over so many times, feels selfish for putting his happiness above others.

You placed your hand on his cheek and brushed his soft skin with your thumb while saying, “Grayson Bailey Dolan. You are the least selfish person I know. Don’t say that putting your own health and happiness above others is being selfish because you’re not. You’re finally taking care of yourself after all these years. And your fans will love and support you endlessly as will I, but how can they do that when you’re not taking care of yourself? You have to put yourself first, no matter what or who, including me. It breaks my heart to see you're pushing yourself to the point of burning out. So please don’t ever say that you’re selfish.”

Grayson knew you were right. You were always right. Somehow you always knew what to say at the right time. And that’s what he loved most about you.

Grayson rested his head on yours and closed his eyes. “I love you.” He softly mumbled, not knowing what the right words were to say in that moment.

“I love you too.” You smiled before pulling him into a soft kiss.

You pulled away and put the laptop to sleep, “Now go get ready for bed while I try to get Ethan to go his bed so he doesn’t complain about his back hurting tomorrow.” He chuckled and placed a kiss on you forehead before walking towards his room.

Somehow you managed to get Ethan into bed, but before you were able to close his door, you heard, “Y/N?”

“Yeah E?”

“Thank you for taking care of Grayson.” Ethan said with a smile on his face before falling back asleep. He didn’t know it at the time, but his words made you smile.

“Goodnight E.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said before you closed his door to head back to Grayson’s room.

When you got to the room, Grayson was already asleep. As you laid next to him, you couldn’t help but to stare. How can someone look so perfect and be so perfect?

“Like what you see?” Grayson mumbled into his pillow, opening one eye to look at you, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You chuckled, “I would, but I think I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”

He reached over and pulled you into his chest, wrapping your legs with his. “Your feet are so cold.” Grayson said, making the both of you laugh.

“I know. They’re always cold but that’s why I have you to warm them up for me.” You said, leaning your forehead against his chest.

For the remainder of the night, the two of you laid in each other’s arms, mindlessly drawing shapes on each other until Grayson whispered, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about our future together?” He asked, feeling his heart race when you didn’t answer him right away.

Truth was, you have. For a while now actually. You’ve pictured the way he would propose, the day of your wedding, even starting a family with him. Grayson has been the only person everything has felt right with. You never knew what love felt like until you met him.

“Yeah all of the time.” You spoke softly before placing a kiss on his chest. “Have you?”

“Yeah. For our wedding, we’ll be surrounded by all of the people we love and I know from the moment you walk down that aisle, I’m going to start crying because of how happy I am to finally spend forever with you. And for our honeymoon, we’ll go wherever you like. Just the two of us. It’ll be unforgettable, a time to start the beginning of our lives together. Then when we’re ready, we’ll start a family. Have a house right next to Ethan just like him and I have always dreamed. Maybe we’ll have kids at the same time as Ethan so then they can all grow up together. And maybe we’ll have twins just like how Ethan and I are. We’ll travel the world and be so happy. Then we’ll grow old and smelly together  because we’re meant to be.”

You knew this wasn’t going to be anytime soon, probably years from now, but the fact that he’s thought about all of this or the thought of him mentioning spending the rest of his life with you to his mom, Ethan, and Cameron, made your heart melt.

“I love that. It’s everything I’ve always dreamed of.” You softly said

He pulled you closer, if that was even possible, and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my angel. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

“I love you too.” You said as the two of you fell asleep in each others arms.

This is where you were meant to be. Right here with the love of your life. The two of you were meant to be.

But wasn’t always like this. 

You were happy... a long time ago.

You were the couple everyone wished they could be. Everyone was sure would get married and live the perfect lives destined for each other. But it broke your heart knowing the future you once envisioned with the boy you loved was slipping away day by day. 

One day you were so in love with each other, planning your wedding, how many kids you would have... And the next... it was like you were strangers again.

But tonight was different. It seemed like every little fight was leading to the biggest fight you’ve ever had and it scared you knowing what might come next.

“Would you stop walking away from me when I’m trying to talk to you?!” Grayson shouted as he followed you into the house.

“Fine. You want to talk? Let’s talk. Let’s talk about how you were kissing another girl tonight.“ You said slamming the keys on the counter before turning around to face an angry Grayson.

“I pushed her away! You saw me do it!”

“Yeah that was after I caught you shoving your tongue down her throat!” You said shaking your head, “God knows if I wasn’t there, you’d be doing a lot more than just making out.”

“You’re one to talk...” Grayson scoffed while crossing his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You shouted angrily at him, not ready to believe the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

“It means I shouldn’t be the one who should be accused of cheating when you’re the one who’s been flirting with every guy you see!”

Is he actually being serious? Did he really think that you would cheat on him? I am so fucking in love with him that it hurts. But it hurts even more to think that he thinks I would...

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?! Do you really think that I would cheat on you?!” You shouted, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

He didn’t say a word, but that’s all what you needed for an answer. He really believed you would...

“You know what? I’m done. Do whatever you want, but I’m not going to stand here and be accused of something I would never do.” You managed to say as your voice broke before leaving Grayson standing in the living room.

You were angry, hurt, and betrayed. Never have you felt so much pain in your life, especially with Grayson. Your whole entire relationship was filled with nothing but love and happiness. It was hard to believe that in this moment you would feel so empty.

Your vision became blurry as tears spilled from your eyes. You couldn’t stay there anymore. You just couldn’t... so you began to pack your bags until you were interrupted by the one your heart still yearned for.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Grayson said with a quiet voice as he stood in the doorway, praying his mind was just playing tricks with him.

“I don’t know anymore. I don’t know.” You said continuing to throw your things into your bags, not daring to look at Grayson because you knew if you stopped, you would break down right then and there.

“St-stop we can fix this. Just stop... please.” Grayson said walking towards you as he continued to watch you.

“Grayson. Just leave me alone!” 

“Y/N we can talk about this! Just please stop!” He begged, but you wouldn’t listen. 

“No Grayson! I’m so tired of fighting for something that doesn’t exist!”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, not moving from his spot.

“You! Me! Us! Don’t you get it? We barely talk to each and when we are we’re at each other’s throats!” You said as more tears fell.

“If you would just talk to me, we can work this out.” Grayson said, feeling himself begin to choke up.

“But we can’t Grayson! Every time we try to, it always leads back to us fighting over and over ag-” By now the tears were streaming endlessly and Grayson knew that if he didn’t do something now, he would lose you forever. 

Grayson quickly grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his chest. You didn’t even try to fight him. It was no use. Even after all the screaming and crying, you still couldn’t help but to feel safe in his arms like you belonged there.

“P-Please. We can f-fix this. Please don’t... Please don’t go... I can’t lose you.” He sobbed into your neck as he held tightly in his arms.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that needed to be said so you stayed silent as the both of you stood there with tears falling from your eyes. Neither of you wanted to ruin what could be the last moment of your relationship.

Somehow you both ended up laying in bed in each other’s arms, but still no words were exchanged as the both of you were terrified of what the other might say until you asked quietly, “Are you happy?”

He paused for a moment, debating if he should say the words that would keep this relationship alive or the words his heart felt was right. Earlier in the beginning of your relationship if you had asked him that, in a heartbeat he would say yes because that was true. But now... he wasn’t so sure, “I don’t know... Are you?”

I really wish I was. I wish I could lie and tell you that I am but I’m not.

Just like Grayson, you contemplated on what should be said next. But you knew what your heart wanted. “I want to be...”

As the night grew on, the both of you fell asleep from how tired you were. But you woke up earlier than expected, leaving you to find yourself wrapped up in Grayson’s arms for one last time. You carefully untangled yourself from him and finished packing your things, careful not to wake Grayson up.

By the time you were finished, he still was sound asleep, except this time soft snores came from his slightly a-gaped mouth. You couldn’t help but to feel your heart melt at how peaceful he looked. Something inside you still wished there was something you could do to save your relationship, if there was anything left that is. But you had promised yourself you needed to do what’s best for you so you placed a soft kiss to his temple and whispered, “I love you.”

No matter how much it hurt you to leave him. It hurt more knowing you weren’t right for each other.

Grayson woke up to the sound of the door closing after you had left. He fluttered his eyes open as they adjusted to the sunlight shining into the room. “Good morning angel.” He said expecting you to be by his side, but was shocked to see your side of the bed empty.

He quickly got out of bed and ran out to the rest of the house as memories of last night flooded his mind, “Y/N? No... No!” He was praying you didn’t do what you had thought of before, but when he couldn’t find you, he had lost all hope.

As Grayson reentered his room, he found a note with his name on it. With shaky hands, he picked the letter, terrified of what you wrote. But he knew that if he didn’t do it now, he would never be able to.

With defeat Grayson sat on his bed, heart racing a mile a minute, he began to read:

Grayson Bailey Dolan.

My love. My heart. My everything.

I love you. I will always love you.

Never in a million years I thought I’d be writing this letter to you nor would we ever be in this position... But I guess time has changed over the last few years, hasn’t it?

I will never forget the day I met you. Sometimes I wonder what happened if I took a different route or went at a different time, then I would have never met you. But I’m so glad I didn’t because I met you and from that moment on, I have felt nothing but love and happiness I’ve only dreamt about.

You’ve given me the love I never thought I was capable of because you learned how to love my flaws, especially my never-ending questions when I worry too much. Most importantly, you learned how to love me when I pushed you away and built walls to keep everyone out. I never thought someone was going to be able to breakdown those walls, but you did. You made me into a better version of myself, pushing me to chase my dreams and being there every step of the way. You never left my side.

Gosh and that night when you brought up our future, I swore I fell more in love than ever because you saw a future with me. You planned out everything to the point where we grow old and smelly together. That future was so perfect and I was so ready to love you forever and ever. And if you asked me to marry you that night, I would have. Just like any other day. I would in a heartbeat.

But somehow along the way I guess we fell out of love. Day by day that future we planned together was slipping away. Nights together weren’t the same. Grayson... I tried. I tried to stay a little longer, but my heart couldn’t take it anymore. We weren’t happy. I wasn’t happy.

Please know that this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It physically hurts me to write this as you’re sound asleep two doors down. I never wanted to hurt you. 

They say that if you love someone, let them go. And if they come back to you, they’re yours to keep. God I am hoping this is the case, Grayson. I hope that one day we’ll run into each other, years from now and be able to finally have our future together. I can’t wait for that day because I will still be in love with you and hopefully you’ll still feel the same. But for now, I guess this is... see you soon. 

I love you.

-Y/N

When Grayson finally managed to finish the letter, his heart broke into a million pieces. He never wanted to hurt you. He loves you more than anything in the world. He would do anything to turn back time and give you the love you deserve.

He put down the letter and picked up the engagement ring he gave you a few months ago, made to fit you perfectly and read the words engraved into the ring:

Meant To Be. -G

[watchmegetobsessed]

“Can I be the small spoon tonight?” (Grayson Dolan)

the goofy juice inspired me, don’t blame me

word count: 1.5 k

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“Thanks for taking care of me, babe,” Grayson sighs from the hospital bed as a nurse fixes his IV up. You smile down at him warmly.

“Of course.”

It’s been only four days since he had his nose surgery and everything was going fine until one morning he woke up and one side of his nose was swollen. The doctor said he needed surgery asap to fix it up so here you are, Grayson on a hospital bed once again about to be hit by the goofy juice. Lisa has already flown back home and Ethan would have had to cancel a meeting to take Grayson to the hospital, so you said you’ll be alright on your own, taking care of your goofy boyfriend once his nose is all tamped up again.

“Alright, you ready?” the doctor appears at his bed and Grayson nods his head before reaching for your hand.

“See you in a bit,” he smiles giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he gets pushed away on his bed.

The surgery doesn’t take longer than twenty minutes, you sit in the room patiently waiting and texting Lisa to update on him. When he returns his nose is covered with bandage, eyes closed, but clearly watery as his eyelashes stick to his skin wet.

“Ay! Here’s my girl!” he mumbles barely understandably as the nurses make sure everything is alright around his bed before leaving. Pulling a chair you sit beside him, gently taking his hand in your palms.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

His head turns in your direction, but his eyes remain closed.

“I’m feelin’ the vibes. This stuff is awesome.”

You chuckle at him patting his hand. He is a dork without this juice, but with it he is just over the top, really. His hair is a mess, he didn’t blow-dry it in the morning knowing it’d be messed up anyway during his hospital visit and to be honest, you like floppy haired Grayson. He looks cozy and cuddly.

“Babe, you’re awesome,” he sighs, eyes open only a tiny bit.

“I am?” you grin at him and he nods.

“You are and I love you so fucking much.”

“Glad to know,” you chuckle, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

“No, I mean I love you. Like, a lot.”

“Grayson, I know you love me. I love you too, but we are kind of over these statements.”

You’ve been dating him for over two years now, he first said he loved you after just one month and not even one day went by without him telling you even if it was in only a text.

“I got the best girl,” he mumbles to the nurse who quickly changes his bandage on his nose. She smiles over at you knowingly.

“She does seem like a total win.”

“That’s exactly what she is. A win,” Grayson cheers, a tear rolls down his face and grabbing a tissue you dry his cheeks. “Babe, I want to cuddle you.”

“We can cuddle as much as you want when we get home.”

“Can I be the small spoon tonight?”

You can’t push your smile down as you look at your bulky, all muscle boyfriend, asking to be the small spoon in bed tonight. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen and if his face wasn’t all messed up and swollen you’d kiss him stupid.

“Of course you can,” you smile and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“You know, I should get some of this juice every damn day. I feel so relaxed and warm.”

“I don’t think we could deal with extra goofy Grayson every day,” you caress his cheek and fix his blanket over him that he has been slowly kicking off of his body.

“I’d be funny tho. And wakening.”

“What do you mean by that?” you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“I’m having thoughts.” His wording makes you smile as you wait for him to elaborate on it. “You’re just way too good for me, I’m like shook that you’re still dating me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you giggle.

In half an hour he is all good to leave, with the help of the nurses you dressed him and pushed him out in a wheelchair. In the meanwhile he started rambling about butterflies, potatoes and birds being weird flying puffs. Sometimes you totally lost his trail of thoughts, more focused on getting him in the car safely, which was quite the challenge. He kept unbuckling himself the moment you were about to close the door on him. It took you five tries to finally make him stay.

“I need ice-cream,” he sighs, head resting against the window, eyes closed again. Stopping at a red light you reach over and fix his shirt that rode up on his torso after his impromptu dance-off he just had a few minutes ago.

“Hey, are you undressing me?” he questions, eyebrows knit together.

“I’m doing the opposite,” you sigh, but you can’t hold your smile back.

“Oh. What a bummer.”

“Oh my God,” you chuckle at him shaking your head. Unbelievable.

Arriving back to his house Ethan is already at the driveway, waiting to help you get him inside.

“Hey, it’s my bro!” Grayson cheers seeing his brother and Ethan just stands there next to the car, staring down at his messed up twin in the car, sliding lower and lower in the seat with each passing moment.

“He is such a mess,” Ethan chuckles and you agree.

Taking Grayson from both his sides you and Ethan support him inside, barely making it to his room since he keeps wanting to collapse and sit on the floor on the way. He says he needs to be grounded, joke of the decade.

“Oh this is my room!” Grayson states once he is finally lying on his bed.

“He looks like a huge baby,” Ethan shakes his head laughing at his brother.

“Alright, thanks for the help, I’ll take care of him from here,” you tell Ethan, but it’s for Grayson’s sake. You don’t want to give his brother more to joke about once Gray’s head clears out.

“You want some water, babe?” you ask pulling a blanket over him.

“Nah. Come spoon me. You said I can be the small spoon.”

“How do you remember that?” you chuckle sighing, but kicking your shoes off anyway to get into bed with him.

“I remember everything about you.” Nuzzling his head into the pillow he brings your arms around his waist as you cuddle him from the back. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” Pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder you make yourself comfortable and ready to take a nap with your little patient.

“But like,” he continues. “I love you so much, I could marry you right now.”

Your eyes pop open as you replay his words in your mind. Marriage only came up a handful of times since you started dating Grayson, you both agreed you don’t want to get married for at least a few years since both of you feel like it’s just too early for that. You felt like Grayson was also kind of anxious about it even though he said he can’t wait to have a family. It made you think that there might be something about you that’s making him afraid of marriage suddenly, but this statement is odd now.

“You could?” Lifting your head you wait for his answer and you almost start thinking he is asleep, but then he mumbles something under his breath. “What? I don’t understand what you’re saying, Gray.”

“I said,” he sighs, turning a bit so now you can see his face. “Of course I could, that’s all I want in life.”

“I thought you had doubts about marriage.”

It’s probably not your best idea to start a conversation like this with him in this state, but you’re too afraid to ask him when he is sober.

“Not about marriage,” be slurs, eyes still closed as he is now lying on his back. “I’m afraid I’m not the one for you.”

Your heart sinks, but it’s also a relief. You were so afraid he changed his mind about starting a family because he didn’t see it with you, but this just put everything into a whole new perspective.

“Gray,” you gently smile at him as he opens his eyes a bit. Cupping his cheek in your hand you lean down and peck his lips shortly. “I could marry you in a heartbeat.”

“So you don’t think I’m just the guy before the one?”

“No. You are the one,” you say and you really mean it.

You’ve been feeling like you found your final destination with Grayson for a long time. Everything changed in your eyes after you realized how different life is with the right person next to you.

A tear drop rolls down his cheek and you reach for a tissue from his nightstand.

“Babe,” he breathes out as you wipe his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not from the tampon in my nose. I just really love you.”

“And I love you too,” you smile down at him kissing his forehead. “Now get some sleep, you need to clear your head out.”

“Okay,” he sighs, eyes closing again. “Damn this juice is the good stuff,” he mumbles making you laugh once more before he finally drifts off to sleep.

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and one nice tag for the end:  @justordinaryjen

[dxlansdarling]

not that easily | e.d

Summary: after a night stand in the middle of a break, things aren’t going as you have wanted. Remembering your words, with Grayson on your side; you will do the right thing.

Warnings: a little angst, but fluff. Some FRIENDS reference and spoiler?

Word count: 2932

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“I don’t want to be without you” he said “Not now, nor never”

You looked at the picture in your hands, and with a long sigh, you closed your eyes. Sitting on the steps of the house’s gallery, you regretted leaving your coat inside your house. November nights started to get colder and colder, and being outside at 3am, freezing to dead and a tear-stained face; you were going to get sick. But you couldn’t care less, not when your heart beat slowly and painfully against your chest.

“You think you would get rid of me that easily?”

It’s been months since the last time you saw him; two months if you wanted to be precisely. And still, you couldn’t forget that day. Both of you sitting on his bed, a bad luck on his shoulders and someone carrying a one-night-stand on her belly. No, he said he didn’t cheat on you. No, he wouldn’t do that to you.  But it felt like he did; the pregnancy test on his hands was enough to feel the heartbreak. She was four-months pregnant.

“And you think I would let you go that easily?” I mumbled, his lips caressing mine.

The both of you dated for long three years, and after a few stupid fights; you were on a break four months before that night. Yes, you felt like Rachel on Friends as he tried to explain he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. You knew about what happened as soon as that break ended, you knew about the one night stand, but you never thought it would end on a fucking baby. So, not only you were heartbroken at first; you had to do the right thing and leave.

She was from a really religious family that, as soon as they learned about what happened; the engagement came two weeks after you left. You could have stayed and fight for him? Yes, but you couldn’t do that to him, nor the baby. The little human needed a family, and if he fucked up, he needed to make up and do the right thing. You told yourself every night after leaving his house.

Trying to warm up you hugged yourself, shivers down your spine, and your eyes travelling to the magazine on your lap; you couldn’t help but bit the inside of your cheek on anger. Or jealously. Or regret. You didn’t know what you were feeling anymore, but it wasn’t the only thing you didn’t understand.

How funny it was when, out of nowhere, this girl appeared on his Instagram and all of his social media. Not only she was showing her growing belly -which was super small for someone who was six months pregnant- but she was also promoting their wedding. In less than forty-eight hours, she was going to be Mrs.Dolan. You didn’t want to think the worst, but something wasn’t right; and you weren’t the only one who thought that.

Grayson never lost contact with you. Even after weeks, he would still pick you up from your parent’s house and would go to an ice cream parlor to cheer you up. And mostly, on updating you on how things where and how he hated this new girl his brother had to date. Even if you agreed on everything he said, you still kept quiet and thought that you were doing the right thing. But, where you?

Speaking of him, you couldn’t help but smile down at your phone when it rang and a message appeared on your screen.

               Gray-Gray: plz tell me you’re awake.

 Your hands felt frozen as you typed back.

                 You: unluckily, yes.

                 Gray-Gray: we need to talk.

               Gray-Gray: like asap.

 Confused, and a little worried, you read his texts again. Was he on trouble?

                 You: r u okay?

               Gray-Gray: ill pick u up tomorrow afternoon.

               Gray-Gray: believe me, ill be okay as soon as we meet.

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You rubbed your eyes as you stood outside of your house, this time smart enough to grab a big sweatshirt that belonged to him. It was the only thing that you wanted to keep from him and keep on using it. It didn’t help you look any better, if you were honest. You couldn’t sleep at all the night before, not only because the wedding date was coming closer and your heart was crashing a little bit more every minute; but because Grayson didn’t say anything more after those texts asking you to meet him. So you stayed up, with pain and curiosity.

When his car parked in front of you, as soon as you jumped in, you smacked the back of his head.

“Hey!” he groaned, fixing the beanie he had over his hair, “What was that for?”

“For worrying me and keeping me up confused” you replied, putting on the seatbelt when he sped up again, “So, what’s up?”

“It’s not Ethan’s child.”

You choked on your own saliva, feeling how your heart stopped the moment he spoke.

“What?” you blurted out, “What do you mean it’s not Ethan’s child? Of course it is!”

“It’s not, Y/N, listen,” he grabbed a few papers that were on the back seats and handed them to you, “I had my suspicious the moment everything happened, but couldn’t talk about it because it was all a disaster at the moment. No one needed me making more drama. Or asking for a few tests.”

“You didn´t’-” you started, but Grayson shrugged.

“I may have tricked her into going to a doctor –who’s a family’s friend- that convinced her to make a few tests to see if the baby was healthy,” he said, “She’s not six months pregnant; she’s three.”

Looking at the papers in your hand, you read the medical form and almost stopped breathing when you recognized what you had in your hands. Part of you felt relief, there was a little bit of hope, but the other part of you that still needed to do the right thing came up again. You looked over at Grayson again, the papers in your hands being not enough.

“Grayson, this is- it is not enough” you said, “this could be fake, anyone can write informs these days. What makes you believe that they would trust a piece of paper?”

Grayson laughed bitterly, and turning the car into a parking lot, he grabbed something from his jeans and you raised your eyebrows at the floral phone case.

“New case?” you joked.

“Not my phone,” He shot back and winked.

Your mouth opened widely.

“Are you fucking crazy, Grayson?! It’s her phone! It’s her privacy!” you almost yelled, “She will be looking for it, smart ass, and if she has the find my phone app-”

“Y/N, I swear to God, I will slap you if you try and take her side on this one” he spoke up, turning on his seat and looking at you, “I’m sure this bitc-woman is trying to get my brother into a marriage that it’s not fair and that he doesn’t want. Yes, you’re right, the papers aren’t enough, but this phone has the information we need to end this shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her texting someone the other day, and not only I know her passcode after seeing her type it so many times,” he laughed, typing the passcode and unlocking the phone, “but I also learned that she has a contact blocked, and by the looks of it, it’s someone she wants to hide.”

He pressed on the blocked number, unblocking it, and when their conversation opened; you took the phone from Grayson’s hand and started reading the last discussion they had. It was the supposed baby daddy, and you felt like you could breathe again. You felt your heart bursting with hope, and as you looked at Grayson, you smiled.

“Does this mean-?” you stuttered. He nodded, a small smile on his cheeks.

“We can end this bullshit,” he confirmed, hands still on the wheel, “Also, this doctor that ran the tests, has done a paternal test. I knew my brother wasn’t stupid enough to not wrap it before he taps it.”

You blushed, “Well…”

“Spare me the fucking details!”

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 You sat on your room that night too, but it was different from the other nights. That night, you had hope. A lot of it. The part of you that wanted to do the right thing went flying out the window the moment you read the conversation this girl, Lola, had with her true baby daddy, Stephen. You had sent the conversation to your mail, not only via screen-shots, but the written one too. You wanted to have all the proofs you needed to get your man out of there.

You were short of time, the wedding being the next day and what stopped you from running into the twins’ house was that you needed one more proof. The test that Grayson talked about in the car wasn’t ready yet, and after he asked; everything got more complicated when the doctor answered that it was going to be ready the next morning. The same morning that bitch was going to say ‘I do’ to Ethan.

Thinking about him, you were sure that night was his bachelor party. Grayson told you after he left you on your house again, and for a few seconds, the pain came back. You never spoke nor asked about Ethan when you were with Grayson, the idea of him marrying someone else that wasn’t you made your stomach turn and almost throw up. You couldn’t bare that image.

After a nice dinner with your parents, you went to your bathroom so you could take a quick shower before going to bed. But as you were grabbing your clothes, your phone started ringing. Thinking it could be Grayson, you furrowed your eyebrows as you read the unknown number on the screen. You quickly put it on your ear as soon as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N…”

You fell back on your bed, your knees wobbling and heart beating so fast you had to put a hand over it. Even after months without talking, you remembered perfectly his voice.

“Ethan…” you mumbled, more to yourself as you couldn’t still believe it.

“Oh baby, how I’ve missed your voice,” he slurred and you couldn’t help the feeling that bubbled on your chest. You missed his voice too, “and all of you. I miss you so much, do you miss me too?”

Like you have no idea, you thought.

“Where are you calling me from?” you wanted to know, “I never deleted your number.”

“I may or may not have stolen a phone from someone”, he mumbled, sounding like a child. “Lola blocked your number, and if she knew how many beers I’ve drank tonight, she would kill me. She’s crazy…”

You really don’t know how much.

“Drunk again, Dolan? Let me remind you what happened last time” you blurted bitterly, even though you were smiling a little bit. You couldn’t tell if you were still mad at him for sleeping with Lola, after all you were on a break, but Rachel didn’t forgive Ross for a couple of episodes. Would that count as months or weeks?

He groaned on the microphone, “I’m sorry, so sorry. I-I- hate myself for that,” he said, “I regret it so much. I don’t want to marry this bitc-” he hiccupped and laughed, “shit, sorry, I shouldn’t be talking that way about my future wife, huh?”

The sarcasm made you laugh a little, and pressing the phone tightly against your ear, you looked at the papers that were on your bedside table. Every word he said pushed you into getting him back.

“You will be happy, Ethan” you said, “You will see.”

“Not without you” he slurred once again, making your heart skip once more. You could hear the music that was blasting on his bachelor party but he was talking louder than the music. He kept silent for a few seconds before talking again, “I can’t believe I let you go that easily.”

You wanted to say something back, but before you could open your mouth, he hang up. On purpose or not; he said the right thing to convince you completely. You were getting Ethan Dolan back on your side.

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 “So, have you ever imagined yourself walking down the aisle?” Ethan asked, his head on your lap and your hands playing with his locks, “I mean, do you want to get married?”

“Yes, I want to, and yes, I have pictured myself walking down the aisle” you laughed. His eyes landed on you, a sweet smile on his cheeks and blushing a little bit.

“And who is waiting for you at the end?”

You caressed his cheeks.

“The only man I have pictured being married to.”

 Standing outside the church, with papers in hand, you knew that you were going to be on the cover of every magazine on the country. Man, privacy wasn’t going to be a thing for months. But you didn’t care about that when Grayson emailed you the test results, the last proof needed, and you printed it before leaving your house. You were late, and you make sure you were; you wanted to end this as Lola had wanted it. On every social media.

With only some old jeans on and Ethan’s sweatshirt, you ran over the church’s steps. A lot of photographers were waiting outside, and as they didn’t recognize you because you were wearing the hood over your head, it wasn’t hard to get into the church. Cameron was waiting for you on the entrance, Grayson had already told her our plan, and she smiled at you when she pulled the hood down.

“Go and get the love of your life back, girl” she said. You smiled at her, and as the both of you walked into the aisle, everything seemed to stop.

He was standing next to Lola wearing a dark suit, and as you stared at him, the bags under his eyes broke your heart. Grayson was by his side, obviously being his best man. It wasn’t until you were two steps into the aisle that gasps were heard, a lot of the guests recognizing you and making everyone turn their heads to look at you. And when his hazel eyes fell on you, opened with surprise and happiness, you couldn’t move your eyes from him.

“Cam, would you do me a favor and read this out loud?” you smashed the papers against her chest and started walking his way, down the aisle. You could hear Cameron reading the test’s result out loud, and how everyone started gasping and whispering. But your attention was in the man that kept on looking at you even when the woman beside him started to scream at him.

“Ethan! It’s not true!” she had said, grabbing his hands but he would pulled them back, not even giving her a quick glance, “Look at me!”

He didn’t. You kept a serious face, mostly when Lola took a few steps in your way and wanted to stop you, but you dodged her hand and as soon as you were only feet away from Ethan, you grabbed the back of his head in your hands and pulled him into you, kissing him in his own wedding, in front of his guests, and don’t giving a damn fuck about it. He was your man, and it was clear when he hugged your waist and pushed you into him, deepening the kiss.

You heard Lola crying and shouting, the photographers inside the church not wasting any minute to take their pictures. Grayson hollered and laughed behind his brother, happy that his twin got his girl back and that Lola wasn’t going to ruin his happiness. Everyone was shocked, disappointed, except for Ethan’s family. They all knew who was the one that could make him so happy, and it was only you.

You pulled away from his lips, a smug smile on your cheeks, and raised one of his eyebrows.

“Did you really think you would get rid of me that easily?” you joked, “or that I could let you go that easily? To marry someone else?”

Ethan smiled, pulling you against him once again and lifting you off from the floor. Your arms hugged his neck instantly, and as he made his way out of the church, all eyes on you, he kept on kissing you.

“You have no idea how much I fucking love you, Y/N” he mumbled against your skin, the claps of his family echoing and making the both of you laugh, “You’re the only one that I want to marry someday.”

You smirked.

“I told you I would walk down the aisle to the only man I pictured being married to,” you helped him open the church door, still in his arms, “Not being the same scenario, but the same man at the end of it.”

The photographers that were outside were on you instantly, the questions almost unrecognizable as everyone spoke at the same time. Ethan pulled you into his side, almost running into the car that was rented for the wedding day, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you jumped inside. He jumped inside too, throwing his suit jacket on the backseats and driving away from all the drama that was starting.

You would never let this man leave your life, and he would never let you leave his, not that easily. Not now, nor never.

[strangerquinns]

broken

g.d x reader

warning: language | theme: angst, college au | thank you for the 1K, guys. I appreciate every single one of you. Here is a angst filled treat as a thank you!

the relationship used to be so good, you don’t know where the two of you went wrong.

You loved Grayson Dolan, with your entire heart and soul. But sadly sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes love isn’t enough to keep your heart from breaking as everything around you seems to fall apart. The two of you met on the first day of college. The moment you walked into the 8:30 am English class, hair pulled away from your face and wearing a short sundress, you captured Grayson's heart. He’d never been left breathless by someone before. You were the love of his life, he figured out in that moment. But once again, love just isn’t enough sometimes.

“Get out!” You screamed towards him, face flared with anger as tears streamed down your face.

Your chest heaving with each labored breath you took as you pointed towards the front door of your apartment. Grayson's face matched your anger if not more. His face was red and his fists were tightly clenching and unclenching beside his side. When the two of you argued it was never just a fight, instead it was full on brawl. The two of you saying things that you grow to regret in the morning.

“Why won’t you believe me?! I didn’t fucking cheat on you!”

“Fucking bullshit, Dolan. I’m not falling for this shit again. Get your shit and get the fuck out.”

Grayson scanned over your face for any moment of hesitation or doubt. But he found none. He let out a dark and false humor chuckle before shaking his head and walking towards the door. His heavy footsteps walked towards the door, the only thing letting you know he was leaving. You couldn’t stand there and watch him leave again. So you turned your back to the door and cupped your hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs. Grayson stood in front of the door and placed his hand on the doorknob, but didn’t dare turn it.

He waited for you to say it was all ok, that he didn’t need to go. That you loved him and that the two of you would work this out. But it never came. Instead he turned and looked over his shoulder to see the damage he’d done. Grayson knew you were the love of his life, but sadly his life wasn’t ready for you. He wasn’t ready for you. He’s made mistakes. Broken your heart. No matter how hard he tried it was like he couldn’t stop himself. You were a bright, pure and angel eyed person he’d taken and damaged. He knew that this time wasn’t gonna be like the past. He’d fucked up.

A single tear fell down his cheek as he gripped the doorknob tightly and pulled it open. A small shriek of shock and fear came from you as it snapped back into the frame. The walls rattling from the force as he left, enough that a photo of the two of you feel from the wall. It was ironic how the glass on the frame cracked and shattered into pieces.

Grayson tried to bury his heart break. Make it so he didn’t have to feel. From girls to booze, he’d drown himself every weekend till things blurred. It hurt too much to see you walking around campus. You tried to cover up your heart break and instead threw yourself into your studies. You wanted your mind to be filled with anything but Grayson Dolan.

It was hard to see Kristina any time you two would study together. She instantly made you think of him. You had to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from asking how he was doing. Was he hurting as much as you? You never asked cause either answer wouldn’t do you any good.

It was months before you felt good enough to get out there again, even if it was to socialize with friends. It was the end of the year bash that was thrown every summer at a field not too far from campus. It was a booze filled night that went well into the next morning. There was music, dancing, bonfires and more. Kristina and Adele had begged you to come. Of course your first question was gonna be;

“Is Grayson gonna be there?” You swallowed the ball that had formed in the back of your throat at the mention of his name. It annoyed you how he still had a effect on you.

Adele hesitated, before deciding to be honest with you. “Yes...with Kylie.”

Your eyes shot up and looked towards them both in shock. Kylie, the same on the text message that came through that night six months ago. The girl he swore he didn’t cheat on you with. Kristina felt her stomach drop at the look that came over your face. You nodded your head before standing from your bed and walking towards your closet. You weren’t gonna let him ruin this night. Not like he’d ruined the memory of your time together.

“[y/n], babes you don’t have to come. We’d understand.”

“I’m not letting the fucking asshole ruin my last night with my friends. I’m coming.” You stripped out of your clothes and slipped on your favorite red sundress. It ended mid thigh and made your skin look like it was glowing. Coincidentally it was the same dress you’d worn the first day Grayson had seen you.

You finished getting ready before grabbing the few things you’d need and headed out with the girls. Your heart was hammering against your chest, for a moment you thought it was going to come out of your chest. You couldn’t help the moment you go down to the field but look for Grayson. It was like your body knew that he was near.

His laugh seemed to cut through the crowd and make your heart stop in the best and worst ways. He stood a few feet away from you next to a truck that was backed up near one of the fire pits, beer bottle in hand as he talked with the frat boys that were around him. You grabbed something stronger than beer as you walked to get as far away from him as possible.

But it didn’t matter, Grayson saw you. The smile across his face faltered slightly as he watched you walk with Adele towards another group. His grip on the beer bottle in his hand tightened when he noticed what you were wearing. That fucking dress. He watched with anger growing inside of him as he saw men checking you out, one of them even having the balls to walk up to you. You two may not be together any more, but to Grayson, you were still his.

You seemed to consume drink after drink in order to ignore your body’s response to the man that was feet away from you. You felt a false happiness start to fill you the more you consumed. You giggled as you felt John? James? Whatever his name was wrap is arm around you and pull you into his lap. His beard tickled against your neck as nuzzled into your neck slightly. You were barely paying attention to him. All that mattered to you is that he looked and felt nothing like Grayson. He was blonde with blue eyes, tall but more on the lean side. Not as broad and built as Grayson. He was a good enough distraction for the night.

Grayson felt the anger building within his chest as he watched you with the guy whose lap you were sitting in. He’d never felt a anger like this before, it was beyond the anger he’d get when fighting with you or anyone else. All he saw was red. Ethan could feel the heat from his brother’s anger from beside him.

“I’m going to g-get another d-drink” You slurred as you leaned over towards Adele. You struggled to get out of the lap you were sitting in before making your way out and towards a keg that was set up more towards the center of the field. Your footing was unsteady as the world spun around you, nothing but laughter and loud music welcoming your ear. 

You giggled to yourself as you walked, holding tightly to the cars as you passed to make sure you didn’t hit the grass beneath you. Grayson took that as his chance when he saw you get up and start walking away. He nearly threw his beer down, before getting up and walking towards you quickly. It didn’t take him long to reach you since you’d been barely moving .

“[Y/N],” Grayson called out once he was close enough.

The moment you heard his warm voice speak your name, the happiness that filled you quickly evaporated. Your back straightened before you slowly turned around to face him. When you finally did all the air seemed to leave your lungs at once. He towered over you, his broad shoulders stretching the dark colored t-shirt he was wearing. His longer hair was pushed back and tucked beneath a baseball cap, the small tendrils of curls peeking out from beneath. He was beautiful. 

“What do you want?” your voice held malice and anger. Grayson’s brows rose up in shock from how much anger you held. 

“I-I just wanted to talk,”

You chuckled before shaking his head, “Talk, you wanna fucking talk?”

“Baby...please...”

“No! Don’t you fucking dare call me that!” You pointed a finger towards him and stumbled forward slightly. He reached forward to catch you, but all you did was push his hand away. “Don’t you dare touch me.”

Grayson felt his anger start to build quickly. “Why? You let that fucker touch you.”

You stumbled slightly “Who? That guy?” You pointed past him towards the firepit that Adele was sitting at with the others. “Why do you care. Don’t you have someone new to worry about?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grayson stood straighter, quickly covering up with a lie. You glared towards him and quickly caught it.

“I see nothing has changed. Once a liar, always a fucking liar.”

Kristina looked around the moment she heard shouting, the voices sound familiar to her. She looked around the field and stopped when she spotted you and Grayson on the other side. You guys were a little farther away, but she was able to hear the angry screaming the two of you were doing. Kristina quickly grabbed at Ethan’s arm to get his attention, before pointing towards the two of you. He cursed beneath his breath before standing up and rushing towards the two of you, Kristina close behind.

You and Grayson were face to face with each other going back to your old ways. The two of you trying to say the most hurtful thing you can to each other. The moment Ethan was close enough, he pushed Grayson away from you by his chest, making him take a few steps back. Kristina wrapped her arm around you and pulled you away, feeling your body shaking in her arms. 

“Haven’t you done enough! What fucking more do you need from me?” You shouted towards Grayson, ignoring Kristina as she tried to calm you. “Haven’t you broken me enough?”

You sagged in Kristina’s arms as tears ran down your cheeks and you felt the energy leave you. Grayson was speechless. He allowed Ethan to continue to push him away. Ethan took Grayson to the other side of the field where he was far from you and everyone else. Grayson felt like he was going to explode and took his aggression out on the first thing he could. Which sadly was a tree. Grayson ignored the pain that shot up his arm, along with the blood bleeding through the cracked and broken skin.

“Dude you need to fucking calm down,” Ethan spoke, “What the hell were you thinking going up to her!”

“I just wanted to talk!” Grayson shouted, turning towards Ethan. “She fucking get’s me so goddamn mad.”

“Well I don’t know what the fuck you expected to happen, it’s been six months. You cheated on her Grayson, I don’t think she’s going to be welcoming you with open arms any time soon.”

Grayson sighed heavily before looking down towards the grass beneath him. The two of them stood there in silence till the soft sniffs of Grayson’s cries broken through it. His shoulders shook, before turning his head up to meet with his brothers. “I miss her, I miss her so fucking much.”

Ethan sighed and stepped closer to his twin, “I know man, I know.”

“I still love her. I love her so fucking much and I just want her back.” Grayson cried as Ethan took him into his arms. 

“I think you need to let her go.” Ethan sighed “It’s too far broken. You need to let her go.”

As Grayson cried in his brothers, deep down, he knew that was true.

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[mindofharry]

Maybe telling alpha!gray your pregnant with his pup 🥺. Sorry I’m not very good with concept ideas. Love you

you had been feeling off for a while. grayson and the pack had noticed it too. you would be up to all hours of the morning throwing up, and then be absolutely fine after a little nap. you were either eating a whole feast or barley eating at all. you had weird cravings and no one would say it but you knew you had gained some pounds - which you weren’t opposed to, it usually took you months to gain this much weight.

you were 99 percent sure you knew what was happening, and you couldn’t of been more thrilled, considering you and grayson have sex every other day it was bound to happen.

you were just surprised when grayson hadn’t caught on that there wasn’t one heartbeat anymore.

you arrived at the pack doctor early on a sunday morning - knowing grayson would be dead to the world as he trained all day on saturday with the pack pups. you were nervous, but you were definitely ready. you felt old and mature enough to raise a little pup. you were financially stable, had a great boyfriend and the best support system. you knew a lot of people who didn’t have that when they were pregnant, so you knew you and the pup were very lucky.

“usually in the human “world” you can just get some bloods to be sure, but because the pups grow so fast we have to do an ultrasound just to make sure.” angela the doctor said and you nodded still not fully understanding the werewolf world. “ok this will be a little cold” she said poring the gell all over your stomach. you winced and smiled a little “first time is always a weird one. you’ll get used to in no time” she winked placing her tool on your stomach moving it around your stomach.

she grinned “there they are!” angela laughed and your eyes widened “they?”

“twins! in your world you wouldn’t be able to see twins this early on, since they have a bit of the werewolf gene in them - or they could be full, you never know - they’re quite big” she paused moving it around “it’s easier to see genders and such. but it’s still a little early. come back in about 5 weeks, and i’ll see if i can see the sexes!” angela finished and you nodded feeling very overwhelmed.

tears streamed down your face as she handed you tissue. “it’s very normal to feel like this, do we need to go through the three options?” she asked concerned and you shook your head. “no, no, i’m just shocked that there’s two little pups in my tummy” you reply sobbing a little.

angela giggled bringing you into a hug.

“congrats mama!”

you arrived home a little later than you wanted to - you were craving mc donald’s.

grayson was still dead to the world so you took this as the time to plan out how you were going to tell your boyfriend about having two babies let alone one.

you sat down at the kitchen table with a piece of paper drawing a bun - yes you were going with the more cliche option. you drew two buns, the best of your ability, they actually looks pretty good. you pat yourself on the back for taking art in school.

you place the two buns in the oven and then make some breakfast for gray. you ended up making some pancakes (you made lots so you could share) bacon and a cup of ice tea for grayson.

your stomach was filled with nerves, good nerves. you knew grayson would be really happy. you know he’s going to be the worlds best dad.

“morning, baby” you whisper seeing grayson pull his head up from the soft white pillow. “hmm, smells good” he hummed sitting up revealing his topless body. you bit your lip.

“eat this quick, i have a surprise”

after eating the breakfast - with help from you of course. you both made your way day to the kitchen placing the dishes in the sink. “hey, i’m going to wash the dishes, can you get me the racks in the oven they need to be cleaned” you asked turning the water on.

he nodded opening the oven. it took him a minute to register what was going on.

“it’s a bun in the oven” grayson mumbled taking the two paper buns in his shaking his hands. “two?” he asked to himself. then everything started adding up. getting sick early in the morning, cravings, feeling tired. he let out a whimper.

“you’re pregnant?” he asked tears filling up in his eyes. you nodded walking over to him taking the two buns out of his hands “with two, beautiful and healthy pups” you say crying yourself.

“holy fuck!” he squealed kissing your face all over making you giggle.

“we’re going to parents”

“the best”

[honestandsincere]

reputation

Y/n writes something that Ethan doesn’t like

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“This is preposterous! Totally and utterly absurd! It’s almost laughable!” “Mr Dolan, I’m terribly sorry-” “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Howard! This is my entire reputation we’re talking about here. This is slander!” “Again, Mr Dolan, if there’s anything I can do-” “Don’t publish the damn article, Howard!”

Ethan Dolan slams a tight fist onto the desk in front of him before pushing himself out of the worn leather chair. He grunts in frustration when his eyes meet his brother’s, sending him a look of warning. Rage pulses through him; he feels his forehead pound with stress. Ethan likes to think he’s untouchable, but this article might just be his downfall.

“I’m afraid, Mr Dolan, that the decision of whether or not the article should be published lies in the hands of its author,” Howard Benson, editor in chief of LIFE Magazine says calmly. Ethan takes a deep breath and walks past his brother towards the floor length window of the office, his eyes scanning the skyscrapers and seemingly tiny reflective pieces of glass. He chuckles in incredulity, knowing that if push comes to shove he could end the publication entirely. But he doesn’t want to destroy them just yet. “Forgive me, Howard, but aren’t you in charge of the final draft of the magazine? Surely this is all under your control?” “I wish I could do something about it, Mr Dolan. LIFE Magazine puts all responsibility in the hands of our journalists, that’s what makes us so unique.”

Ethan pivots quickly, his head snapping towards Benson’s direction, the cool facade he’d put on now fading. Grayson can see his brother is on the cusp of another verbal explosion but makes no attempt to stop him. “It makes you a joke of a publication! This article is about me, my business! I should have a say in what gets released!” “I understand that Mr Dolan, but you did agree to an unbiased interview. Miss y/l/n simply wrote about her observations.” Ethan clenches his jaw, walking back towards the so-called boss’ desk. He presses his palms against the mahogany, pushing his weight towards Benson, “What a pathetic excuse for a journalist, Howard. I should’ve known she would manipulate everything I said for clout, some kind of twisted kudos-”

“Ethan,” Grayson finally intervenes from the back of the room, “watch what you’re saying.” The older twin rolls his eyes, “If you read the article, Grayson you’d understand I’m entitled to an opinion on Miss y/l/n considering she shat all over our business’ name.” “Miss y/l/n has been one of our most esteemed writers for the past three years, Mr Dolan. She’s incredibly well received by our readers. This article is not a reflection of her work in its entirety,” despite being a man of maybe sixty, Howard Benson seems intimidated by Ethan’s presence.

Ethan pushes himself from the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. He feels as though he’s overheating, never has he been so disrespected in his entire career. “Bring her in,” he shrugs. “I’m sorry-” “Did I stutter, Howard? I said bring her in.” “Ethan, bro you’ve gotta calm down,” Grayson sighs. “When we’re filing for bankruptcy because the entirety of New York turns against us, I’ll calm down,” Ethan spits.

Benson reaches forward for his telephone and Ethan watches as he pushes a sequence of numbers into the machine. “Hi Mary, could you please send in y/n? Thank you,” he sounds tired, weary. He doesn’t look up to gauge Ethan’s reaction.

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“So, Mr Dolan, what was it that drew you to business?”

Ethan leans back into the plush velvet armchair of The Ritz-Carlton’s restaurant. He weaves his thick, ring-clad fingers together and pushes a small hum from his full lips. “I guess I’ve always had an entrepreneurial streak in me. My brother and I would sell candy during recess at school, I’ve always been good at selling.”

Y/n y/l/n taps her ballpoint pen against her chin after scribbling down each of his words, “Could you let our readers know what it is you do?” “My brother Grayson and I are what I like to call the ‘New Real Estate’. Dolan & Dolan buys derelict and abandoned plots of land across the city for huge companies like hotel chains or shopping complexes.” “Interesting,” she nods slowly, Ethan pays attention to the way her brow furrows in focus as she’s listening to him, “what project are you most proud of thus far?”

He takes a sip of his gin and tonic, letting the satisfying burn tingle the back of his throat. He swills the liquid around the crystal glass before speaking, “Last year we found a plot in Brooklyn, a real shabby place. It’s now just had planning permission from the council for a new Four Seasons Hotel. It’ll generate a few hundred jobs and will be superbly beneficial for the community.” Y/n grimaces, but he’s too busy checking his phone to notice. Ethan’s black pinstripe suit and shiny Gucci loafers make her feel a bit queasy, this man is wearing her month’s paycheck. She glances at her recording device that’s on the table in front of them. They’ve been talking for approximately ten minutes and she already knows she can’t stand the man.

His arrogance is disgusting; she didn’t miss the tone he used with the waiter when he explained that the table by the window had already been reserved. She notices the way he refuses the engage in any of her questions that don’t involve him. When she’d asked him about his opinion on the city’s new plan to cut carbon emissions he’d been incredibly nonchalant, and yet as soon as she’d referred to his success at the Business Awards earlier this year it was hard to get him to shut up. Y/n had done her research into Dolan & Dolan. She knows what they do. All this talk about ‘derelict and abandoned’ patches of land across the city is a joke. Essentially, they wipe out other businesses around them, forcing them to sell their office blocks or warehouses to the brothers who then go on to rake in millions from these huge chains. It’s foul play. There’s nothing commendable about it. But she’s not going to let Ethan Dolan know that she knows.

“So how do you go about sourcing this land, Mr Dolan?” she asks innocently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He smirks at her, loving the way she seems so dazzled by his presence, “Well, nobody loves this city as much as my brother and I. A lot of the time we head out into deprived areas and ask local people what kind of change they’d like to see in their communities. Most of the time they’re looking for business, something that’s gonna draw people to their corner of the world, y’know?”

Y/n hums in false agreement. Another lie. Ethan Dolan has never set foot in a ‘deprived’ area in his life. Dolan & Dolan’s main projects are based in the city center, the big highrise buildings that are constantly being refurbished are all down to them. Buying out businesses. Admittedly, y/n cannot hold him responsible for making people redundant. Having rifled through what must have been thousands of documents online, it seems that Dolan & Dolan employs those that worked for the businesses they destroyed. This young man in front of her, his pretense of integrity, is sitting on one of the biggest empires in the city. But he’s not a good man.

“Earlier this year, Vogue labeled you one of the ‘most eligible bachelors in the world’. How does that make you feel?” “I think you’re mistaken because I rank number one on that list,” he laughs at her, watching the way she clenches her jaw, “In all honesty, it doesn’t bother me.” Y/n wants to roll her eyes, his words seem humble and innocent but it’s his tone that gives him away. It’s like he knows this interview will look nothing but praising in print. Ethan Dolan is making her feel stupid. She hates it. “Finally, what are your aspirations for the future, Mr Dolan?”

Ethan leans towards her, setting his glass on the table and not breaking eye contact, “I guess, Miss y/l/n, I just wanna make the business world a better place for young philanthropists like myself.”

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Y/n y/l/n would be Ethan’s cup of tea if he didn’t hate her. She’s pretty, well dressed and clearly an educated young lady. He can’t stand her.

As she walks through Benson’s door, her wide smile falters. Y/n’s eyes meet Ethan’s and the softness of her features harden. She sends him a curt nod and shakes Grayson’s extended hand with mandatory politeness. Y/n looks like she belongs in an office, her pencil skirt, and crisp white shirt make her seem professional yet youthful. It’d be cute if he didn’t want to ruin her career. Howard has risen from his chair to greet y/n, an almost sympathetic look on his wrinkled face, “Miss y/l/n, thank you for joining us.” “Of course, Mr Benson, what can I do for you?”

Ethan scoffs, “Don’t play dumb.” Both Grayson and Benson seem shocked by his behavior. Y/n wasn’t expecting anything less, “Excuse me, Mr Dolan?” “You’re a smart girl, don’t mess me about,” he’s leaning against the window, not feeling the need to move towards her in order to assert his dominance. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to elaborate, Mr Dolan,” y/n remains composed. “That article you wrote, it’s very hyperbolic.” “Mr Dolan, I don’t write fiction.” “You seem to have dabbled in it, y/l/n.” “I wrote about my impressions of you and your business-” “You made up a whole lotta shit-”

“Ethan,” Grayson warns, cocking a brow at his brother. Ethan shoots him a look telling him to keep his mouth shut. “Have you read this magazine before, Mr Dolan?” she asks, walking to the water machine beside Benson’s desk. “Of course I have,” he rolls his eyes. “Well then you’d know our motto,” she pours herself a glass of water and cradles it in her hands. Y/n watches as Ethan straightens himself into a standing position and holds the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I don’t see how your motto relates to this issue, Miss y/l/n.” “The Elegance Of Honesty Needs No Adornment,” she says as if it were a universally known fact. Howard Benson nods. Ethan sends him a glare. He stops nodding.

“You see, Mr Dolan as a journalist not only am I paid to be honest, it’s my duty to provide our readers with the integrity and honesty they deserve to be given.” “Again, this is not relevant.” “Mr Dolan, you lied to me during our interview, I couldn’t not write about that.” her tone is firm. “You have no right to include information beyond our interview in your article. I agreed to be featured on your cover as New York’s youngest businessman, not to be ridiculed,” Ethan looks at her with so much intensity it’s a wonder he doesn’t bore holes through her eyes. “I’m sorry that the truth angers you, Mr Dolan. Is there anything I can do for you?” “Don’t publish the article, y/n,” this is the first time she’s heard him say her name, it sounds alien in his accent, almost wrong. “Mr Dolan, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Ethan groans, “I’ll sue!” he exclaims, “I’ll take you to court for slander.” He expects her to respond, but y/n doesn’t flinch. She knows the truth. She knows what he’s like. Howard Benson begins to panic, he sends y/n a look of worry. LIFE Magazine cannot afford a court case, not one filed by Ethan Dolan. “Your integrity as a publication will be severely maimed, I’m sorry Howard. But Miss y/l/n has given me no choice.” Benson squeezes his eyes shut, deliberating what he should do. Y/n turns to watch him, praying he won’t give in to Dolan. “Y/n, I’m so sorry but...”

Grayson sighs in relief, Ethan’s smile is as wide as the horizon and Y/n’s eyes are the size of saucers. Never once has Howard undermined the magazine’s main principle. She’s outraged. “Mr Dolan, I apologize for the inconvenience,” Howard says begrudgingly. “Thank you, Howard. I always knew you were a good guy,” Ethan walks past y/n and extends a hand or Benson to shake. Y/n has never seen her boss look so defeated. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Lewis,” Ethan smirks turning to look at her. She says nothing, staring at his attractive face and feeling sicker by the second. He pats her shoulder almost sympathetically and walks towards the door, Grayson following him.

Y/n waits for them to leave before she moves. She looks to Howard, “I’ll start writing a new piece,” she says. He opens his mouth to respond but he can’t seem to say anything. Y/n sighs and turns on her heels.

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Ethan Dolan : The City’s Brightest

He can’t deny it sounds good. It looks good too, his face plastered on every newsstand, the entire city seeing his suited glory. His hair is swept in a mass of styled curls, his scruff makes him appear rugged but professional. He always does photograph well.

His inbox is full. Every one of his contacts desperately praising him for the brilliant article. Everybody fawning over his generosity and admirable need to give back to the community. He’s witty, considerate and intelligent. Y/l/n’s words couldn’t have painted him in a better light. Ethan almost likes her. Almost.

Ethan Dolan is undeniably attractive, in his looks and his mannerisms. He is nothing short of welcoming, polite and respectful. As he looks over Central Park with an animated smile, he seems young; in awe of this city and all it has to offer. He speaks of his family with a warm fondness that’s hard to find in many of his generation, his close ties to home echoing in his business today...

Ethan feels like he can breathe now. There’s nothing he can fault. He has no qualms, it’s perfect. He almost wants to reach out to her, maybe follow her on Instagram just to show his gratitude. Ethan would quite like to see her again, maybe talk to her a little more. He likes that she's so headstrong. He lays the magazine out on his desk and exhales in relief. His face stares back at him in black and white, the headline blinding but brilliant.

Grayson walks into their shared office, a small spring in his step. He hands Ethan the coffee he'd asked Carol, their assistant to go and get from downstairs. Ethan thanks him. "It's a great article bro," Grayson chuckles as he flops into his leather swivel chair and spins himself around, "that y/n can write." "Yeah, I know," Ethan nods, sipping his now lukewarm drink. "I googled how many readers LIFE gets," Grayson continues, logging into his computer on the desk that's opposite Ethan's. "Really?" "Yep! Take a wild guess of how many New Yorkers now think you're the 'Brightest'," "I dunno, like a million?" Grayson snorts, "4 mil, bro! Plus another like 20 million online!"

Ethan's eyes widen. This is insane, incredible even. The business will be booming in the next few days, he's sure of it. The Dolan Twins will be on the guest list for every event the city has to offer. He can see TV interviews, more magazine articles, the paparazzi swarming around the double doors of Dolan & Dolan HQ. Ethan can picture summer in the Hamptons with all of their clients, polo games and champagne. 24 million. "Thank God they never published the first draft," he laughs to himself, setting his coffee down on the desk and picking up the magazine. "I never got to read it," Grayson shrugs, "what was so bad about it anyway?"

Suddenly Ethan's chest feels tight. His hands are now clammy and his head starts to pound. He's broken into a cold sweat and suddenly his suit feels about three sizes too small. Y/n y/l/n knows. She knows everything. This young woman with 24 million readers knows all about Dolan & Dolan. She probably still has that first article lurking in a folder on her goddamn laptop. Ethan feels sick. There's no way he can let that get out. He'll die before that article gets published.

His head snaps up to look at Grayson, "Get LIFE on the phone. I need to speak to my new best friend."

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I should be studying but instead I wrote this! Big shoutout to @babyboydxlan for the pic. Hope you guys liked this! I kinda wanna make it a series, but let me know your thoughts! Lots and lots and lots of love!! xxx

[warpedless]

Until You / e.d.

Summary: Shelly and Ethan go to a wedding. Shelly wants to smash cake in Ethan’s face and Ethan wants their wedding to be a rager.

Warnings: just a little stranger things spoiler

 A/N: this concept came to me when i saw this picture so of course at three am i had to write this dumb thing. i wasn’t sure about whether to use a name or y/n, but i really like how this turned out. i hope this isn’t garbage!!

Wordcount: 5649

It’s the perfect day for a wedding. There’s not a cloud in the sky, the breeze is cool and refreshing, and Shelly’s always been fond of the idea of a summer wedding. It’s the end of August, meaning the air is warm without being suffocating and the nights are perfect for grabbing an extra blanket and snuggling on the couch. 

Shelly’s never been huge on weddings. She’s never been the kind of girl to plan her wedding in journals, cut out pictures of dresses, or fantasize about cake tastings and flower arrangements. For the longest time, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to get married. 

But, things changed when Ethan came into the picture.

No, Shelly’s not looking at bridesmaid dresses or wedding venues. But, give or take ten years, it’s not something she would be opposed to. Especially with Ethan by her side. 

When her mom called her over a year ago to let her know that her cousin Sabrina had gotten engaged to her longtime boyfriend, Shelly was in Ethan’s dorm room. They had just started dating, using the term dating loosely. Neither of them were interested in seeing other people, both too consumed with each other to even look at anyone else, but neither of them had made the move to define the relationship.

“Was that your mom?” Ethan asked when Shelly hung up the phone, pausing his videogame to look over his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

Shelly nodded. “Everything’s fine. Great, actually. My cousin just got engaged, I guess.”

Ethan only raised his brows and smiled. He didn’t know about cousin Sabrina, had never met Shelly’s parents, and had only heard about Shelly’s sister and said hi to her on Facetime once or twice when she called Shelly. “Cool.”

*

A year later, about four months before the wedding, Shelly received Sabrina’s wedding invitation in her dorm mailbox. Shelly hadn’t thought much about her cousin’s wedding since the date was announced. She hadn’t even thought about what she was going to wear. The last wedding she had been to was her aunt’s when she was eleven, so she wasn’t even sure where to start when it came to outfit preparation. 

She didn’t bring up the wedding to Ethan. He saw the invitation on her desk one night while they were studying for their art history final. “Hey, I forgot about this.” He had said, holding the invitation in front of his face as Shelly looked up from her notes. “Sabrina, right?”

“Yeah, the wedding’s in August,” Shelly replied before looking back at her notes. “I haven’t even figured out what I’m gonna wear.”

“Isn’t there supposed to be like, a color theme? Or something?” Ethan asked as he looked over the invitation.

Shelly laughed and shook her head. “Kind of. But, I’m pretty sure the theme or whatever only applies to like, the bridesmaids and groomsmen. I’ll probably just wear the dress I wore at my high school graduation.”

In the middle of studying, Shelly took a detour and started looking for wedding outfits online. She had found a few promising ones, but what really caught her eye was a pretty yellow dress with a flowy skirt and off the shoulder sleeves. She imagined herself wearing it as she made sure they had her size and added it to her cart. As she envisioned herself in the dress, she imagined Ethan by her side. Her sweet, handsome Ethan. If there was anyone she wanted to be with while in that dress, it was Ethan.

“What’re you doing September twenty-second?” she asked, breaking the silence that had fallen around them.

Ethan smiled knowingly, his eyes not leaving his textbook. “Not sure, I’ll have to check my schedule.” Finally, he looks over at Shelly. “Why? Have something in mind?”

*

Four months later, on September twenty second, Shelly’s sitting in her mom’s room letting her mom do her hair. The pretty yellow dress - which fits perfectly, by the way - is laid out across Shelly’s bed across the hallway, not a wrinkle or stain in sight. 

“He should be here any minute now, right?” Shelly’s mom asks, looking at her daughter in the mirror. “I want to iron his shirt beforehand. If he’s anything like the rest of the men I know, he’s probably blind to wrinkles.”

Shelly rolls her eyes and laughs. “He’s less than five minutes away. You’ll have more than enough time to iron his shirt. Maybe even his underwear too, if you feel the need.”

Her mom cringes and shakes her head. “I’ll leave that to you.”

Sure enough, not even three minutes later, Shelly’s getting a text saying that Ethan’s in the driveway. Her mom sends Erica downstairs to let him in so she can finish Shelly’s hair.

“Knock, knock.”

Even after a year, Shelly’s stomach still does somersaults when she hears the boy’s voice. She’s had feelings for other boys. Cared for other boys. But, none of those boys can even compare to Ethan. When he peeks his head around the door, his eyes meeting Shelly’s instantly, her heart starts beating rapidly in her chest.

“You look so beautiful,” he says before greeting Shelly’s mom with a polite smile and gentle hug. He lifts up the white button down and black blazer he has on a hanger. “I remembered my clothes.”

Erica laughs and looks at her sister. “Where you worried he’d forget them?”

“You never know,” Shelly explains as she accepts the kiss Ethan plants on her warm cheek. “You look handsome,” Shelly whispers to Ethan, knowing her mom and sister won’t appreciate any excessive PDA.

“Hardly,” Ethan chuckles. He’s already wearing his fitted black slacks and one of his university hoodies until Shelly’s mom is pleased with the appearance of his button down. Summer looks amazing on Ethan, giving him tanned skin and soft hair. Even with the hair gel and product that he insists on using, Shelly still has to resist the urge to run her fingers through the deep brown strands. “Wait until I’m all suited up. I’m gonna be like Bruce Wayne.” He hesitates. “Or Men in Black. Or another other hot guy in a suit.”

“You’re much more than another other hot guy in a suit,” Shelly retorts with a laugh, only for her mother and Erica to pretend to puke.

They don’t get any alone time until Shelly’s hair is done and Erica is reminding their mother that she needs to get on her way. They would all be driving separately; Erica with their mom and Shelly with Ethan. Their mom was supposed to be helping the planner with the flowers and making sure that everything was in its place, meaning that she would be arriving at the venue a little earlier than everyone else. 

Once Erica and her mom are backing out of the driveway, Shelly gives them one last wave before she’s turning around and jogging up the stairs. She hasn’t seen Ethan in nearly three weeks and she’s been craving alone time with him since she laid eyes on him. They haven’t even kissed properly for Christ’s sake.

“You decent?” she asks as she opens her bedroom door. Shelly hopes the answer’s no.

“Somewhat.”

On the other side of the door is an image Shelly wishes she could keep permanently in her brain. Ethan has his white button down tucked into his slacks, displaying his slender hips, and the buttons revealing his tan, smooth chest and sparse hair leading down to his navel. He’s looking at himself in Shelly’s mirror on her bureau, applying her deodorant to his underarms. It’s the most mundane thing; Ethan putting on deodorant. But, it’s a view that Shelly wants to see for the rest of her life.

When she doesn’t say anything or move from her place in her doorway, Ethan lifts his head and looks over at her. “What? Do I not look like Bruce Wayne?”

Shelly shakes her and walks forward, running a hand from Ethan’s shoulder to his elbow. “I love you.”

Ethan grins, the same grin that was on his face the first time those words left Shelly’s lips months ago. He leans forward and presses a small, warm kiss to her lips. “I love you more. So, do I look good? Are all of your aunts and cousins gonna want to jump my bones?” He looks back at himself in the mirror and sets her deodorant back on the bureau.

The kiss was far too quick and simple for Shelly’s liking. Not when she’s gone weeks without Ethan’s mouth and now he’s standing in her childhood bedroom looking like this. Instead of answering, she takes his chin and turns his face back to her. “Everyone already wants to jump your bones.” 

“I only care about one person jumping my bones,” Ethan says with a smirk. He welcomes Shelly’s lips against his own, instinctually wrapping an arm around her waist. She’s still wearing one of her oversized sleep shirts, one that Ethan is pretty sure belongs to him. He fists the back of her shirt and presses Shelly against him, loving how she feels right here in his arms. It’s all he’s wanted since they last saw each other what feels like a lifetime ago. Call Ethan dramatic, but it’s been hard going from seeing his girl every single day to only everything other weekend or less. “I can’t believe your mom didn’t care about leaving us alone.”

Shelly shrugs and presses another short, yet lingering kiss to Ethan’s pink mouth. “We’re nineteen and spent the entire school year together without parental supervision. She’s not dumb, E.”

Ethan cringes. “Ugh, our parents know we fuck.”

“Okay, we don’t have to verbalize it,” Shelly laughs, cringing as well. “Way to ruin the mood. Now, all I’m going to think about is my mom.”

“It’s probably a good thing,” Ethan sighs as he looks at his watch. “We have to leave soon anyways, and I don’t want to be late and have everyone hate me. You’re not even dressed yet.”

“It’s been three weeks,” Shelly whines, trailing her fingertips down the exposed skin of Ethan’s chest until they land at his belt buckle. She doesn’t make a move to undo it or reach beneath it; she knows when Ethan’s just feigning maturity and when he’s being real. And Shelly doesn’t think he’s going to budge.

“I know, Shell, but this is important,” Ethan explains. He wraps his hands around Shelly’s wrists and brings her hands to his lips. “This is like, your entire family. If you’re late, or there’s a hair out of place on your head, that’s on me. I don’t want to mess anything up.”

On any other occasion, Shelly would persist until Ethan at least let her go down on him. But, she can see how serious he is. When it comes to family, regardless of who’s side, Ethan is always serious. Family is important to him and Shelly knows that, she respects that. So, instead of trying to get Ethan to let loose and undo his pants, she just nods and starts buttoning his shirt. 

“I’ll get dressed if you start the car with the AC on high.”

Ethan smiles and kisses Shelly’s forehead. “Sounds like a plan. Be downstairs in five.”

*

The venue is what Shelly would equate to the country club where High School Musical 2 takes place, sans the desert, early 2000’s fashion, or Zac Efron. After an hour and a half of fighting with Ethan for control of the aux cord, they’re driving onto the grounds. They’re instantly greeted by white and yellow balloons until people begin coming into view.

“Jeez, this place is huge,” Ethan says with a low whistle as they drive further down the dirt road. As the building that Shelly assumes to be the lobby comes into view, Ethan turns the music down. “Where do I park? Is there like, a specific place for me to park?”

Shelly can feel the anxiety radiating off of Ethan like steam off of hot pavement. She reaches over and wraps her fingers around his own, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Look, baby. There’s a sign over there for family parking.”

“Oh, true,” Ethan mumbles before following the signs to where he can see Shelly’s mom’s car already parked.

Just as Ethan had planned, they were on time. If anything, Shelly would even say they were early. As soon as they entire the wedding hall, Shelly’s hand wrapped tightly around Ethan’s, it’s all polite smiles and ‘long time no see!’ or ‘haven’t seen you in so long!’. There are a few more distant relatives that Ethan is introduced to, but for the most part, it’s small talk and light kisses on the cheek until Shelly spots her mom.

The actual wedding is fairly monotonous. One of Sabrina’s best friends is officiating the wedding. She keeps things very light and fun, making sure to not drone on. But, for the most part, all Shelly can think about is the man beside her. His arm is strewn across her lap, his fingers tucked between where her legs are crossed. Shelly loops her arm through Ethan’s and rests her head against his shoulder. She feels him turn his head and press a kiss to her forehead. He’s soft and gentle, as if he’s trying not to catch attention from the people seated behind them.

The vows are beautiful. Shelly’s not surprised; Sabrina’s always had a way with words. She wouldn’t even be surprised if Sabrina had helped her fiance with his vows. Finally, the couple says ‘I do’, and everyone is standing and clapping. 

Ethan laughs as everyone starts clapping, like one does at a graduation ceremony or when their favorite team makes a touchdown. “Is this normal at weddings?” he whispered in Shelly’s ear as Sabrina’s dad starts hollering ‘that’s my girl!’

Shelly shrugs and watches her cousin walk down the aisle hand in hand with her new husband. “I have no clue. Probably not.”

The reception hall is much more Shelly and Ethan’s speed. It’s large and open, with glass doors and windows overlooking the large pond behind the building and the trees surrounding the property. Towards the back of the room behind the large dance floor is the open bar that Shelly can already assume Ethan will be frequenting and sneaking drinks from for Erica. 

They’re seated at a table with Shelly’s mom, Erica, Shelly’s mom’s sisters and their husbands, and a few relatives that Shelly isn’t particularly close with. As soon as they’re seated, Ethan is picking up the menu in front of him and pursuing it as if he hasn’t eaten in days. 

“Are you starving or something?” Erica asks as she picks up her own menu from Shelly’s other side.

Ethan doesn’t even look up from the menu as he says, “Yeah, I haven’t eaten all day!”

Shelly lightly smacks him in the chest with the back of her hand. “Why didn’t you eat breakfast? You knew we wouldn’t be eating until later.”

The boy just shrugs. “I wanted to make sure I was actually hungry. I feel like food at weddings is like, supposed to be really good. What’re you getting? They have chicken and salmon. Which one do you think I would like more? What’s a chimichurri sauce?”

In those brief few seconds, Shelly couldn’t feel more at peace. She’s missed Ethan. For the entire year that they’ve been together, aside from their first summer together, they’ve only been a dorm building away. Shelly wouldn’t say that they’re codependent - they’re capable of surviving without each other for periods of time - but three weeks is a long time. It’s not even about the sex. Yes, sex with Ethan is some of the best sex that Shelly’s ever had. But, there’s so much more to Ethan than his dick. Sex is just a small percentage of what Shelly loves about this boy. 

Ethan notices Shelly’s silence and starring. “What? Did you get makeup on my shirt? Please tell me you didn’t.”

Shelly laughs and shakes her head. “No, you’re shirts clean. I just missed you.”

“I missed you more,” Ethan says before pressing their lips together lightly. “Now quit staring at me and help me decide on what to eat. You can tell me how sexy I look when I’m not hungry.”

*

It’s not long before Shelly finds herself at the bar ordering drinks for her and Ethan. She’s relieved when the bartender accepts her lousy fake ID. Back at the table, Ethan, Erica, and their cousin Jackson are busy arguing over the ending of the latest season of Stranger Things. She figured it was time for her boyfriend to have a drink when the conversation began to get heated.

“Shelly, honey, how are you?”

Shelly turns to see her Nana coming towards her with open arms. “I’m good.” She lets the older woman squeeze her tight, the way she has since Shell was a little girl. The familiar scent of orange blossom and sugar cookies makes Shelly smile. “How are you? I’m sorry I didn’t come see you earlier. I didn’t want to take you away from Sabrina.”

“Sweetie, don’t apologize. I knew I’d eventually run into you.” Nana turns to the bartender. “I’ll have a glass of white zin, please.” She turns back to Shelly with a knowing look, spotting Ethan just over her shoulder. “So, how are things going with him? You’ve been together for a long time now.”

Instantly, Shelly knows exactly where this is going. But, it’s her Nana. It’s not her mom or her sister just trying to push her buttons. So, Shelly entertains her. “Yeah, over a year. We’re really happy.”

“You have, what only a year of college left?” Shelly nods and takes the two drinks being handed to her. She takes a sip of her gin and tonic. “What are you two doing after college? Are you going to live together?”

It’s in this moment that Shelly wishes she had just cut the conversation at its root before it could grow. Over the last semester, long before summer break, Ethan, Shelly, and their parents had all discussed the couple renting out a house on campus instead of paying for housing for another year. In fact, the last time Shelly and Ethan saw each other, they had met with their new landlord and signed the lease with both of their moms as cosigners.

As if sensing her daughter’s distress, Shelly’s mom is ringing an arm around her shoulders. “What’re you two doing over here? Hogging all the booze?” She orders herself a gin martini with dirty ice and squeezes Shelly’s arm.

“Just asking your eldest about her plans after graduation,” Nana says innocently before taking her glass of wine from the bartender. “Is that a crime?”

“Mom, didn’t I tell you? Shelly and Ethan are renting a house for their senior year. That way we don’t have to pay for housing.”

The look on Nana’s face is almost comical. On one hand, she looks incredibly uncomfortable with the idea of her grandchild living with a man, even if that man is Ethan, who Shelly’s been with for over a year. But, on the other hand, it is Ethan, who’s incredibly respectful, kind, and always makes it a point to compliment her cooking whenever he goes with Shelly for a visit. Nana likes Ethan and she likes Ethan with her granddaughter. She also loves the sound of saving money.

“Well. That’s nice. I must’ve forgotten.” Nana takes a sip of her white zin. “You’ll have to show me pictures.”

“Thank God I didn’t have to be the one to break the news,” Shelly whispers as her mom leads her back to the table.

Her mom chuckles. “Ethan and Erica noticed you and said that you might need some assistance.”

The looks on Ethan and her sister’s faces only confirm her mom’s words. Shelly sits back in her seat and sets Ethan’s drink down in front of him. His hand finds her knee as she sits beside him. “Everything okay? You looked a little ambushed.”

Shelly nods and drinks from her g&t. “I’m fine. Just the usual kind of questioning one gets at a wedding.” Ethan raises a brow. He doesn’t follow. Shelly rolls her eyes fondly. “She was asking about. Like, if we’re getting married after graduation. The usual grandma inquisition.”

Ethan just stares at her. If. If they’re getting married. He can’t help but laugh. “When, you mean.”

“Huh?”

“You mean, when we get married,” Ethan explains.

Now, they just stare at each other. This isn’t a conversation Shelly was expecting to have. At least not today. She can feel her cheeks getting warm and hopes her face isn’t giving away her emotions. Before she can reply, Erica is pulling Ethan back into their previous debate. “Remind me again why you think Hopper isn’t dead?”

Just like that, Ethan is heated in discussion, only pausing to take sips of his drink. But, his hand never leaves Shelly’s knee, not even when the food comes. Ethan had decided on the grilled chicken after much deliberation and Shelly opted for the salmon. She had only chosen the salmon because she knows that Ethan will end up eating half of it and leave half of his chicken for her.

After everyone’s eaten and gotten at least two drinks into their systems, the music gets louder and Sabrina appears on the dance floor with her husband. It’s sweet, watching them dance to a cheesy song that every girl wants as their wedding song. Eventually, more people join them on the dance floor, and it’s only a matter of time before Ethan is squeezing Shelly’s knee and smiling the way he does when he wants something.

“Dance with me?” he asks sweetly. “Pretty please? I want to twirl you around in that dress so bad.”

“Only if I get to twirl you around first.” Shelly laughs and lets Ethan lead her to the edge of the dancefloor towards the back where there are less people. Shelly rests her head against Ethan’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around her waist. The song playing is slow and sweet - not exactly the kind of song that one is twirled to. “Are you having a good time?”

Ethan nods and presses his lips to Shelly’s forehead. “Of course. I love your family. And I love you.”

Shelly presses her lips lightly to the side of Ethan’s neck, just below his ear. It’s so light that he hardly feels it. “I love you too.” She hesitates before she speaks again. “Should we talk about what you said before or should I just let is slide?”

“What? About wedding food being bomb? Because it was. I have to find out how they cooked that salmon and make Grayson make it for me.” He smirks. He knows exactly what Shelly’s talking about. He also knows that, the second the words left his lips, Shelly wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about them. 

“Oh, shut up,” Shelly mumbles. She tries not to found amused by her boyfriend’s teasing. “Nevermind, forget it.”

“No, no, not ‘forget it’,” Ethan replies and a squeeze to Shelly’s waist. “I know what you’re talking about. We can talk about it. If you want. I meant it, if that’s what you’re worrying about.”

“Meant it? Meant what?” Shelly looks up at Ethan.

“‘When we get married’,” Ethan says, repeating his earlier statement. “I wasn’t joking. I meant it. We’re getting married someday.”

Again, Shelly feels all of her blood and emotions fill up in her cheeks. She presses her face into Ethan’s neck. “Straight to the point, huh?”

Ethan instantly feels the warmth of Shelly’s skin and the tension in her muscles. He just wraps his arms tighter around her, so tight that he almost lifts her off of her feet. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? Don’t get all-”

“All what?”

“All Shelly and shut down,” Ethan states with a knowing smile as Shelly pulls herself away from where she was hiding in Ethan’s neck. He presses a long, warm kiss to her forehead. “Everything’s fine. We’re having fun, right?” Shelly nods. “Don’t let a small, simple conversation ruin your night.”

“E, marriage isn’t a small and simple-”

He interrupts her as the sound of clapping fills the room. “C’mon, they’re cutting the cake.” He looks down at her and kisses the frown off her face. “I love you, Shelly Bell.”

As frustrated as she may be, it’s impossible for her to not absolutely melt at the way he looks at her. Or when he uses that dumb nickname that she used to hate, but has learned to love. There are so many thoughts swimming through her head, but when she looks at Ethan, and when he looks at her, all she can think about is how much he means to her. 

The cutting of the cake is just as cheesy as Shelly imagined it would be. Cake gets everywhere, everyone laughs, and all Shelly can think about is her and Ethan in Sabrina’s place. It would be so fun to shove cake in Ethan’s face. To have him laugh and press his frosting covered face against hers. Everyone around them would be laughing, taking pictures, talking about how beautiful of a couple they are. When she looks to Ethan, only to see him looking back at her, she knows that he’s thinking the same thing. 

*

After hours of dancing and laughing, Shelly’s legs and abs feel the equivalent to the days when she would let Grayson lead her through one of his and Ethan’s workouts. Her feet ache and all she wants is to get naked, have Ethan beside her, and to sleep in until noon. She voices this to Ethan as they walk up her driveway. Erica gags behind them.

“I had to hear enough sappy shit on the ride home,” she complains as they wait for Shelly to unlock the door. “Please, please keep it down tonight. Save it for when you actually live together.”

Ethan and Shelly laugh as they all walk through the front door. They give Erica a quick goodnight before they’re making their way up the stairs to Shelly’s room. She’s quick to kick her shoes off as Ethan shuts the door behind them.

“God, I can’t wait to get out of these pants,” Ethan practically moans as he undoes his belt. “I can hardly feel my balls.”

“Want to unzip my dress?” Shelly asks, turning around to give Ethan access to the zipper. She can feel his fingers against the center of her upper back as he fumbles with the zipper. While it’s a gorgeous dress and she felt gorgeous wearing it, it feels even better falling town her waist and collecting at her sore feet. She groans as Ethan goes that extra mile and unclasps her bra as well. “You’re an angel.”

Ethan snorts as he begins to unbutton his shirt. “Says you.” He carelessly looks Shelly up and down, admiring the curves of her hips and the soft skin of her stomach. But, nothing beats the sight of her face. Her beautiful face that he can’t wake up to in the morning. Soon, every morning. The thought makes his smile spread wider across his face. He tosses his shirt onto the chair that Shelly uses in place of her laundry basket that’s always notably empty. “Can you take my pants off?”

He asks in the way that one asks ‘do you want waffles or pancakes?’ Shelly nods and watches as Ethan lays back on her bed, his head cushioned by the dozens of pillows. She yanks off his shoes, one by one, before yanking him down the bed by his ankles. It’s easier said than done, what with the boy weighing nearly two hundred pounds, but she manages to get him close enough so that she can reach his fly. 

“Damn, babe, was today arm day?” Ethan asks with a laugh as Shelly unzips his fly and starts tugging his pants down his legs. “I have to say, that was somewhat impressive.”

“It’s all your brother,” Shelly jokes as she manages to pull his pants over his feet. She tosses them in the same direction as his shirt and her dress. “He was teaching me how to like, bench or lift or whatever.”

“You’re cute.” Ethan yawns and crawls back up the bed. He curls his arm around one of Shelly’s pillows. As he gets comfortable, he reaches behind his back and shakes his hand in order to get his girlfriend’s attention. “C’mere. I’m cold.”

That’s a lie; Ethan’s always warm. It’s one of Shelly’s favorite things about him, especially come winter. In Ethan-speak, ‘I’m cold’ means ‘hold me’. So, Shelly does just that. She comes up behind him, knees tucking right behind Ethan’s, with her cheek against his rounded shoulder blade. Shelly takes a deep breath as she wraps her arms around Ethan’s torso.

“So, about what I said earlier,” Ethan mumbles. He’s so close to sleep; Shelly can practically hear it in his voice. She’s surprised that he’s bringing this up considering how tired he is. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. I was just like, putting it out there.”

“You didn’t freak me out,” Shelly mutters stubbornly. “You just, I don’t know, caught me off guard.” 

Ethan snorts. “You lowkey got freaked out.” He gently takes Shelly’s hand and presses the back of it to his lips.

“I didn’t freak out,” Shelly demands. “We’ve never really talked about our future like that, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting it. It’s not like I’m against marrying you. Obviously I’m not against it.”

“I’d hope not,” Ethan replies before pressing another kiss to the back of Shelly’s hand. “We don’t even have to get married. I just want to be with you forever. If marriage isn’t your thing, I mean.”

“It’s not not my thing,” Shelly starts slowly. “I’ve just never met someone that made me want to get married. I’ve never been with someone that I could see myself marrying.”

After a few moments of heavy silence, Ethan turns over, careful not to crush or bend Shelly’s arms the wrong way. He stares at her for a moment before he gently runs his thumb under her eye, across her cheekbone. “Are you about to get all cheesy? Should I get some crackers? Some wine?”

Shelly rolls her eyes and smacks her boyfriend on the arm. “I won’t say anything, then. No cheese for your wine and crackers.”

“That’s fine, I’m dairy free,” Ethan teases, earning himself another smack on the arm. This sets him off. In a flash, he has Shelly trapped in his grasp as he tickles her sides. It’s her tickle spot, her sides. She regrets ever telling him about her tickle spot.

“Stop, E, please,” Shelly begs. She’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down her cheeks and into her hair. If her abs didn’t ache before, they certainly do now. “Please, please, please. White flag, enough.”

“Okay, okay.” Ethan surrenders. He’s laughing nearly as hard, despite him not being the one getting tickled. “But, only because Erica’s going to think we’re fucking.”

For a moment, Shelly wants to point out that fucking wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. But, then she remembers her sore abs and the feeling of sleep quietly calling her name. Instead, she pokes Ethan in forehead. “You’re so annoying. I’m never talking about feelings with you ever again.”

“Just admit that you want to marry me and you never have to talk about your feelings ever again.” Ethan grins from where he’s still planked on top of his girl. When she doesn’t budge, he lies down, letting all of his weight fall on her. “C’mon, just admit it, Shelly Bell.” 

Shelly grunts as her body is squeezed between her heavy boyfriend and her mattress. “You’re so obnoxious sometimes.” Her hands instinctually run up and down Ethan’s sides, feeling goosebumps grow beneath her fingertips.

“You love me even when I’m obnoxious,” Ethan points out. Shelly won’t admit it, but he’s not wrong. “You love me and you want to marry me. I already know it, so just say it and I’ll let you sleep.”

“If you know it, why do I have to say it?” 

Ethan raises a brow. “So, I’m right? You want to marry me? We’re gonna get married someday?”

Finally, Shelly gives in. With a sigh and a sleepy smile, she says, “Yes, okay, obviously I want to marry you. You and your stupid cute face. Now get off of me and let me breathe.” As Ethan rolls over onto his back, his face looking up at the ceiling, Shelly can’t help but start laughing. “I can’t believe I’m going to be stuck with your obnoxious ass for the rest of my life.”

“You’re stuck with me.” Ethan grins. “God, I can’t wait to marry you. Our wedding is gonna be so sick. A fucking rager.”

“Let’s try furnishing our apartment before we start planning a wedding, baby,” Shelly says as she pulls her duvet up her and Ethan’s bodies. “Want to be little spoon or big spoon?”

“Mm, can I just lay like this?” Ethan moves closer to Shelly, resting his head on her chest, throwing his arm across her stomach, and throwing his leg across her thighs. “I like when you’re my pillow.”

“I’ll be your pillow for the rest of your life, baby.” Shelly smiles and wraps her arms around broadness of the man’s shoulders. Ethan lifts his head and puckers his lips with his eyes still closed. Without speaking a word, Shelly ducks down and kisses the man that she’s somehow gotten herself stuck with. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Temptress - Grayson Dolan (Part one)

Read Temptress Part two here

WARNING: SMUT, age gap

Summary: Grayson and Y/N fight their urges of temptation towards each other. They know their age gap, but you have to love your neighbors as you love yourself.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: Hi! So this is the first part of temptress. It’s also the first one-shot that I've posted on here.  I originally wrote this as a blurb but I kinda wanted to make it into a full one shot. Sorry, it’s kind of short, I already have ideas of part two :) I’m still kinda of rusty, I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy. 

Also please send me some feedback? I’d really appreciate it because I know I need to improve lol. And if u wanna send me some asks and stuff I would love that :)

The cries of laughter and blaring music seeped through the windows and into the walls of his bedroom. He hadn’t looked through the window yet in fear that she would see him, but the orchestra of unfamiliar voices crawled under his skin and manifested themselves into his vulgar mind. It’s almost as if she wanted to draw his attention. The thoughts of her caused an ache in not only his core but his heart too.

She looked so innocent. So prim and proper, tailored to perfection. Her intentions seemed so pure on that hot summer night when she greeted him with a wide smile, introducing herself as his new neighbor. She had the deepest eyes he had ever seen, almost as if she had something to uncover. A secret that was as dirty as his. She flooded his hopes, anticipating that she would be as lustful as himself, but his optimism was shattered once she uttered her age, coolly bringing it up in a sentence. A pang of guilt caused his eyes to widen that night.

She was barely of age but she was so alluring, the type of girl that would shriek at the sight of his bulge. The type to squeal if a drop of pleasure were to amass in her stomach. That one encounter with her sent him through a spiral of unsettling thoughts; ideas and wishes that could not be fulfilled by anyone else. Although, despite his doubts about experiencing the softness of her skin, he continued to have lewd fantasies about her.

Her voice was as sweet as summer berries and her lips were so plump and juicy. Her cheeks were pink, and he almost had the urge to pinch them out of curiosity. She was so…cute. Even her harmless little giggles made his body go numb.

So there he stood, the golden reflects of the sun lingered on his skin as he inched towards the window. He shouldn’t, but he wanted to. His body was drawn to the idea of seeing her prancing around in nothing but her bathing suit. Oh, how he wished to see her in her full glory as he peered through the glass. He scanned through the nameless faces and he made direct eye contact with her. Her skin wet and glistening against the beaming sun, a book covering her whole face part from her bright eyes against the light. He took a moment to observe her laying there, clad in a bright yellow bikini that made his mouth water. He witnessed every curve from her delicious looking thighs to her perfectly shaped breasts. He trailed his way up back to her face, only to see the blurb of her book against it.

She was teasing him. Her eyes would wander to his window every so often in hopes to catch a glimpse of him. She wasn’t ready though, ready for when he would stroll to his window, the skin of his chest exposed under the rays, eyes trailing up her body. She watched as he made his way up higher. He was such a dream to look at. The way his tousled hair would frame his beautiful face, how he would clench his jaw at the sight in front of him. She had never really seen a man as beautiful as Grayson. She would even have little fantasies in her head, thoughts of touching his pink lips with her own. No boy had ever made her mind conjure such things into her sinless head, let alone a grown man who she thought was certain to be at least a couple years older. She observed the way his chest would rise a little higher each second he would stare at her. His right hand reached up to the name of his neck, accentuating his bulging bicep, trailing his hand from the back of his head, along his thick head of hair until he reached the front his front strands, easing his hand back towards his nape.

She blushed at the sight of the Adonis that glared at her. His face turned into a frown, clenching his jaw some more. Out of embarrassment, she hid her face with her book that she read. But her fun was over when she removed the book that covered her sweet eyes only to see that he had disappeared. Her lips contorted into a pout as she slightly slumped against her sun lounger, the noise of the guests and splashes of the pool gradually making their way back to her ears.

That night, the moon beamed down into both their rooms as they touched themselves at the thought of each other. It was her first time to do such a thing, but the man who she had only just met last week consumed her mind, filling it with dirty fantasies that radiated from her body.

His hot sweaty figure glistened against the full moon, his whimpers were low enough not to wake his brother next door, but he wanted to moan loud enough so she could hear his aching desires that he so wished to be fulfilled. He imagined having his voice against her ear, whispering sweet nothings until they both reached their peaks.

She was overwhelmed yet she kept going, feeling the rush of ecstasy fill her whole body. She desired him so badly, she needed this man. Oh, how filthy of her!

She could see her own reflection in his eyes, her petite figure against the hazel eyes. He was truly beautiful. She took in a jagged breath, taken aback by his glowing skin and wet forehead and observed him. A few strands were stuck to his forehead; his cheeks were reddened and his bare chest was heaving fast, up and down. The plump lips slightly agape, allowing slow but deep breaths to escape from them.

There it was again. The tingle she would get at the sight of him, it was like he had some sort of trance over the poor girl. She gulped and opened her mouth to say something but her jitters got the best of her. How could this man make her so speechless? She was yet to experience anything meaningful with this man but he had her wrapped around his finger already. She could feel his burning gaze graze over her face as she looked down. And for a moment, she forgot that she rang his doorbell and stood there on his front porch.

“Uh..” He was confused, but sort of pleased to see her. The delicious girl from next door came and knocked on his door and he was not bothered one bit that she came and interrupted his work out. She looked so sweet. Her staring eyes looking up to his, he could see her bright iris’ through her thick eyelashes and wondered about how she would look on her knees for him.

“S-sorry.” She looked at him pleadingly and it was driving him insane. “I’m-”

“Y/N, yeah you’re from number three right?” Of course, he knew, he didn’t need her to answer that.

“Um – yes, my mother told me to come by and drop off some fruit she picked up at the market.”

He trailed his eyes down towards her arm and to his surprise, there was a large basket of delightful looking fruit held in her small hand. He could see all kinds of colors coming from the hamper; oranges, pinks, reds, but his eyes landed on the tiny white dress she had on, exposing her smooth thighs. “Aren’t we supposed to bring the new neighbors housewarming gifts?” He arched his eyebrow at her.

His intimidating glare was burning hot as she felt heat rushing throughout her whole body. “Yes, but, my mother insists. She said that she spoke with your parents at church the other day.” She stopped for a second to look away from his stare. “They were talking about how the were always too busy to go grocery shopping.” It was a weird conversation, but she was there stood behind her mother that Sunday patiently waiting for them to finish their conversations. A part of her was upset at the fact that the man in front of her didn’t attend the mass.

She looked up again through her lashes again and he cursed to himself. “How sweet of you.” He was trying his hardest not to fuck her right there on the porch. He knew he couldn’t. She just looked so needy in his eyes, he kept imagining her whole figure naked, riding his cock. He raised his arm to lean it on the door frame, showing off his heavy bicep. Grayson looked at her one last time, scanning his eyes top to bottom and tilted the corner of his lip up. Without warning he spun around, walking down his hallway at a slow pace. His broad back was exposed, every crevice and dip made her stomach flip. His muscles looked as though they flexed with every move he made. “Come.” He instructed her, without even turning around and checking up on the sweet girl who was staring in awe.

He was finding it hard to describe her as anything else other than ‘sweet’. She looked like a sweet girl, a kind one with a big heart. He bet she tasted sweet, as sweet as the fruit in that basket.

She followed him, closed the door behind her and proceeded to the kitchen with her fruit basket in hand. He began to reach his arm towards her and her heart started to pound again, grazing his fingers over her hand as he took the basket from her and set it on the counter. Their eyes met once again but he backed away before he was tempted to touch more than the back of her hand. She took a moment to look around the kitchen to distract herself from her dirty thoughts. It was spacious, mostly white walls with an incredible amount of light shining through from the glass doors which lead to their yard. He motioned for her to sit on a stool. Damn it. She was staring at him again, but this time her eyes were trailing down from his thick neck, across his chest and torso to his prominent v-line. She licked her lips at the sight but immediately scolded herself for doing it. She had never looked at a man like this, especially an older man.

Grayson wasn’t too old though; he was only twenty-five. Their seven-year age gap was not too overstretched as she was eighteen and legal, but they had to put their temptations to the side. When Grayson agreed on visiting his parents for the summer he never knew he would encounter such a beautiful temptress next door.

“These peaches look delicious.” He kept eye contact with her as he took one in his hand and took a bite. He sucked it up a little before disconnecting the fruit from his lips and chewing it, juices dripping from the corners of his mouth. Now, this was when she felt an ache in her core. The tingles from a couple minutes ago subsided and formed into something almost painful, it was something new, and she couldn’t suppress it. He used his long fingers to swipe over the juices left on his face and turned back to her. “So, how was your little party yesterday, Y/N?” He said in an almost mocking tone, it was like he knew that she wanted him to catch her in that bikini. She wanted him to see her venerable and almost naked.

“It was fun,” she spoke hesitantly, “I would’ve invited your family over-”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.” He took another bite of his peach, slightly sucking it some more. “I would’ve been too tempted anyway.”

Her heart rate increased the moment he said that; she considered it to be an innocent sentence, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about being tempted by her – how she was likewise infatuated with him on the first day they met. She watched him as he stood across from her on the other side of the counter.

“You looked cute,” he continued on, chewing his juicy little peach. “So, tell me Y/N…” There was a long pause as he took another bite of the peach again, “how’s settling in? School? friends?” Grayson wanted to ask her something about her little yellow bikini, but he knew it was inappropriate.

“It’s going well,’ she paused for a second to look at his face, “I’ve almost finished unpacking. And as for friends, you’re probably the only person that I’ve had a full conversation with.”

His eyes grew slightly wider, noticing a little sparkle in her eye. “But it seemed like you had plenty to talk to yesterday.” He remembered seeing a lot of people there, even a few boys that eyed her up and down. The thought of how easy it was for a boy to take her innocent little pussy that day made got him heated. It was true, she had invited quite a few of her new ‘friends’, but she quickly became uninterested in them when all they would do is gossip. “They gave me bad vibes,” she shifted as his eyes were fixed on hers, “and they all kind of intimidated me…I didn’t realize that all the girls were perfect and how the guys were kind of big.”

“Big?” Grayson arched his eyebrow, chuckling lightly. Yet he was all but amused on the inside. If he found out that a boy had laid a finger on her he won’t hesitate to take her on the table and show her the difference between a boy and a man. He was finding it harder and harder to resist her as the seconds passed. His erection started to rise at the thought of taking her virginity. He was almost certain that she was as innocent as she looked but perhaps she decided to give it to one of the shits that were staring at her for the whole day. He then took one last bite of his peach, sucking it hard.

“Uh- I meant- just- that the guys here are taller than me,” her tone sounded like she was asking a question as her cheeks began to redden “they made me feel smaller than I usually am…” She trailed off as he cast his burning gaze into her eyes. He walked over her, towering over her figure.

“Do I intimidate you, Y/N?” He looked down on her, connecting their eyes. Her face was so close to touching his chest as she sat there. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart pounding. She looked up at him with a gulp, she didn’t realise that she was holding her breath until her throat started to hurt a little. But he pulled a grin on his beautiful face and chuckled loudly, breaking away from her slightly. The boisterous laugh made her feel embarrassed, she thought that she was mocking him. Her heart began to ache, thinking that he was teasing her; a naive little girl.

“I- I think I better go now,” was all that she could say, she was feeling heavily frustrated and embarrassed. She could feel her core throbbing and her heart getting attached to Grayson’s bright smile. The man in front of her was so endearing yet he was the cause of this sexual build up inside of her.

He stopped smiling at her and his lips formed into a slight pout. “Wait,” she was already getting up from her stool, fixing her dress that slightly rode up. He glanced at her thighs again then licked his lips. “Try one, they’re delicious.” She looked up to see him with a peach in his hand and dark brooding eyes. He wanted her. So fucking badly. He needed to taste her. But right now he just wanted to be in her company for a little longer, before she decided to run away from the ‘big’ man who she found so daunting.

Her eyes flickered from the peach to his deep pupils, taking the fruit and putting her mouth on it. It made a squelching noise as she took a big bite, keeping her eyes on his; her lips pressed against the skin of the peach as juices spilled out and trickled quickly from her chin down her neck. But she didn’t realise the mess she had made as soon as a small moan escaped her lips. Grayson was right, it was delicious, so delicious she closed her eyes.

The sight in front of him caused his cock to twitch. Her little moan, the juices dripping down her face; just that look of ecstasy on her as she closed her eyes made him almost cum on the spot. He couldn’t help but whimper a small “fuck” out of his mouth as he observed her.

She snapped open her eyes quickly when heard him curse, and to her surprise, she was met with a dark-eyed man; hunger evident in his face. “It tastes wonderful,” she giggled slightly in hopes to relieve some of the obvious sexual tension between the two. But that did nothing but fuel his temptations some more. Her breath hitched as she realised how close she was to him; her back was pressed against the counter. Then, out of pure lust, he used his large hand to trail his long fingers up from her neck, to the tip of her chin and finally to the corner of her mouth, collecting the excess succulence from the fruit. He took her by surprise when he licked his two fingers, sucking the juices off, letting out a groan, all while keeping eye contact with her. “So sweet,” he murmured lowly with a slight croak in his voice. She could feel her thighs start to become wet, so she pressed them together to release some of the throbbing but it only drew his attention to her exposed thighs.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.” He spoke so quietly that she almost missed it. He reached his fingers up to the corner of her pink lips once more, taking the rest of the juices on his two fingers, but this time he hovered them over her mouth. 

She was nervous, her head was spinning at the strong ache she could feel in her core, and his hard cock pressing against her was not helping, but she knew she needed that man and he needed her too. And so she opened her mouth, letting the man – who she met not too long ago – put his fingers inside her mouth, feeding her the delicious fruit juices collected from her skin. She then decided to close her lips around his fingers, the soft plumpness making him let out another low groan. She began to suck it, taking all the juices from his thick fingers as he slowly pulled them out.

“Y/N,” he took that same warm hand to place it on her cheek, using his thumb to rub softly against her smooth skin. He could feel her breath quickening as he did so, “my little temptress.” They both stared into each other’s eyes, witnessing their iris’ get deeper in color. He leaned his face forward, touching her lips for a light yet passionate peck before pulling away quickly, observing her face contort into a small smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Their lips molded into one another’s, sucking and exploring the surface of their pillows. Grayson took the liberty to take her lips between her teeth, making her drip for him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling slightly, trying to mimic the actions he did to her lip. Their tongues explored the walls of their mouths, teeth clashing which added to the hotness of the summer sun which now lingered on their skin.

Grayson used his large hand to cup her face, disconnecting their lips, making her look up to him. “I want to fuck you, Y/N,” he whispered bluntly, “I want to feel my cock stretch your tight little pussy right now,” he pecked her lips then pulled away again, “but I can tell,” he placed another affectionate kiss on her cheek, “that you’ve never let anyone inside yet.” Her eyes grew wide at his words. “So, will you let me eat you, Y/N?”

Her head began to spin again. She had been fantasising about his lips against her pussy ever since she met him. The way his plump lips would feel against her wetness and suck against her throbbing clit. Grayson’s hand grazing across her naked thigh made her jump. She was so adorable it just made him want to pound her until she was begging him to stop. He was so tempted by her, so he connected their lips together again, their tongues battling for dominance until Grayson trailed his mouth down to her neck; licking and sucking on the smooth skin. “You smell heavenly.” That small compliment sent shivers down her spine and caused the throbbing in her core to be more prominent. He continued to kiss and suck until she was moaning his name, rolling off her tongue like she was born to do it. “Say yes,” he whispered against the nape of her neck, sucking harder, leaving a red mark on her skin. She only moaned in response, pulling his chocolate locks a little roughly, causing him to whimper at her touch. “Tell me that you want me to eat you, Y/N, fuck.” He was waiting for her permission, for the words to fall out of her beautiful mouth.

“Grayson…” She couldn’t stop moaning, she had never been touched by anyone before, no one had ever kissed down her neck like this before, and she was feeling all new sensations. “Yes- I want you to.” She whimpered, desperate for his mouth to meet her dripping core.

“I want you to say it.” Grayson was now cupping her face again, her eyes drawn to his. “Tell me how much you want me to eat you, Y/N.” A shriek came from her mouth as she felt his fingers go under her skirt and graze her soaking underwear. He smirked at how the smallest thing can make her squirm.

“Grayson, eat me, please.” She was practically begging now, she couldn’t resist his velvety sound and the way he said her name. Her sweet voice made his cock ache in his shorts and he could feel himself throbbing.

“I’d love to.” His lips tilted into a smile. A genuine smile that showed real happiness in him. He then leaned in once more, kissing her sugary lips that still and the flavors of peach lingering on them. He wasted no time in grabbing her waist, lifting her to sit her on the counter. He placed his hands on her thighs, rubbing them gently as they etched closer to her burning heat. Their mouths were still connected, sucking and gliding across each other’s tongues. Y/N whimpered when their tongues came apart. Grayson’s face was close to hers, he was breathing heavily as he let “so beautiful” slip out of his lips before lowering his head. His nimble fingers slipped her underwear off, her dress still covering her throbbing pussy. Grayson decided to tease himself, not letting himself see her pussy until later, savoring the moment with her. He wanted to make himself wait, the more he waits the better it’ll feel when he sees her wet core, all for him.

He trailed his thick fingers along her dripping slit to her pulsing clit. He could feel the precum leaking from his cock as he felt how warm she was. “You’re soaking, baby.” The pet name made her heart flutter, it sounded so good coming from his mouth. Grayson went back down and she shrieked at the amount of pleasure that was building up in her stomach. Grayson grinned to himself, he had only just got started with her and she’s already writhing under him. His eyes were focused on her face as he began to rub her clit faster at an even pace. Oh, how he wished he could just pull his cock out and feel her around him. He applied more pressure on his rubbing as she felt her peak coming.

“Gray-s- I’m-”

Her breathing became heavy as he started to rub faster, going in circular motions, against her needy little pussy. He didn’t think that she would cum under his touch so early but she couldn’t wait to see her face as she came. “Fuck,” he could feel her shaking so his touch became rough, pressing into her until she moaned; moaned his name out so loud that he could have came right then and there with her. She gushed on his fingers as he still continued to rub her sensitivity.

“I’ve got so many more ways to make you cum, Y/N,” he watched her as her face exploded with pleasure, how her eyebrows furrowed and how her lips parted to scream his name. He bought his fingers up to his lips and tasted her juices and his eyes widened when the taste of sweet summer fruit remained on his tongue. She was utterly delicious. He could still feel her cum dripping from her hot little pussy and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He lifted her white little dress up and the sight before him made his mouth water. Her tight little cunt was soaking, the sticky cum spread around her clit to her thighs. He looked up to her face, breathing heavily and doe-eyed, waiting for his tongue to touch her sweet core. There was a sort of glint in her eye that he couldn’t comprehend. But before she could glance back at him he lowered his head, she could feel his hot breath on her pretty pink pussy. But before she could open her mouth to say anything he swiped his tongue lightly from her entrance to her clit, humming after a full taste of her flavor. “Such a sweet girl with a sweet little pussy.” His eyes looked up to meet her eyes, she was watching him and he smirked at her devilishly, knowing that she was waiting for him to do more.

So he gave her just that; he prepared his lips, licking them while keeping eye contact with her. He went down to lick her thighs, cleaning up the cum that was spread across them. Then he began to suck, groaning once he was satisfied with the new marks he had given her. Her eyes were fixated on his tongue, watching him use it skilfully against the smooth skin of her thighs. Grayson’s hot breath against her core made her whimper. He could feel his dick aching but he was so focused on giving her the most pleasure she will ever receive. He let out an animalistic growl before he spoke. “Fucking mine.” He spread her legs out roughly, then attached his mouth to her aching pussy using his lips to mimic his movements when he was making out with her. Sucking lightly then brushing his tongue inside, getting the real essence of her heavenly cunt. Her moans and whimpers made him wild. “I’m going to make you cum. Hard,” licking her pussy some more, “and I’m going to be the only one who ever gets make this sweet pussy cum.” He said in a husky tone, looking up at her deep eyes before going back to giving her everything he had.

Her moans filled the sticky air, his name was chanted by her multiple times. She began to feel sweat slowly trickling down her forehead. Grayson was going fast now. Lapping his tongue back and forth against her soft walls. He savored every moment he had buried deep within her thighs, using his hands to spread her legs out further and humming whenever her moans would get louder. He used his lips to suck on her clit, making her whimper and screech.

It was almost unbearable for her, the pleasure would make her subconsciously close her legs, to which Grayson responded with a groan, spreading her legs wider than before. His tongue and lips were delicate yet they were moving roughly against her, sucking and licking every inch of her beauty. She moved her hands down towards his hair, pulling on it slightly as Grayson used his tongue to devour her.

“Fuck!” She shrieked as he began to suck harder on her clit. She could feel the way he used his lips to wrap around her, his tongue digging deeper and deeper into her core. He could feel her thighs shaking, knowing she was close so he went faster and harder. He sucked her clit and used his tongue to lick her tight little pussy until she was screaming his name, her eyes rolling back and her back arched. She felt the sudden rush of extreme pleasure quickly. He slurped her up with his lips as she continued to cum in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the melodiousness that was oozing from her.

She thought that he would stop but Grayson kept going. Now using his fingers to rub on her swollen clit; a delightfully pink color. She was breathing heavily already, worn out by his tongue. Her moans got louder when she grabbed her legs, folded them together and pushed them up to her chest, giving him better access to her tight little hole. He used one hand to assist rubbing her pussy while he used the other to keep her legs up. He took his long tongue and used it to push inside her tight cunt.

“G-grayson! I-” He didn’t let her finish her sentence as he kept going. Taking his tongue out and pulling it out again, fucking her with it. She was so engrossed by the pleasure that she started to grope her own breast, imagining his large hands instead of hers. He used his fingers to spread out her lips, licking around them before finally putting his tongue back in, making her back arch from pleasure again. She felt like her brain was rolling around her head, the pleasure too immense to describe. I was only a matter of seconds until she would come for the third time for Grayson. He stuck his tongue in more so she could feel him deeper inside her tight walls.

“I’m going to-” her moans almost took over, “cum, Grays-” He rubbed his fingers rapidly as she came harder than ever before, her juices spilling over him and on his chest. God damn. She just squired for him. His eyes widened with want as soon as he saw her gushing for him, her trickling fluid dripping off the counter. He wanted to be inside her, but he knew he did more than enough for her today. She was heaving, and he only just noticed the tears threatening to spill from her wide eyes. He felt a pang of guilt hit him but it disappeared when a smile formed on her lips. She sat up, grabbed his neck and pressed their lips together. She could taste herself from his lips and she had to agree with Grayson; she did taste sweet.

They intertwined their lips together for the next hour, exchanging their filthy thoughts and fantasies of each other, promising that they will fulfill their deepest desires.