#ethan dolan scenario

[rina-writes]

"I Can’t Babe...I’m Vegan, Now”

Disclaimer: This is just a joke!! I am definitely not making fun of a plant based lifestyle.  

No summary, because it’s really short.  This is something I think about every time Ethan says he’s vegan. Maybe you guys do too, so I doubt I’m the first to write this. In the last video where Grayson gets him riled up about the Tesla, it made me wonder what he was like before they both became vegan. So, here we go~

Warnings: Not a smut, but very strong references to sex; my childish humor

You realized you went too far when Ethan wasn’t talking to you the next day.  You would say the next morning, but Ethan didn’t get out of bed until 12pm.  Usually, if you were spending the night, Ethan would try to get up with you around 9am so you could fool around and drown out the sound of Grayson’s workout grunts. As Ethan would explain, “If I have to hear him moan every morning, he should hear you screaming my name.”

There was none of that, just a very annoyed Ethan Dolan sitting at the kitchen table glaring at you.  He was eating his favorite breakfast: avocado toast with a glass of almond milk, but he was clearly not enjoying it.  He hadn’t even bothered to clean up.  His hair was still messy, he was wearing a robe haphazardly over his sleep shirt, and his unshaven face was set in a frown.

“You fighting or something?” Grayson asked, coming in from outside, removing a headphone.  “Normally, you two are giggling up a storm.”

“I guess.” You said, swinging your legs off the couch.  You were reading a book while watching Ethan who was sitting to your left.  If you were honest, you weren’t actually reading the book.  It was so hard to focus.  You felt guilty, but you also felt kind of triumphant.  You stood up to look at Grayson, folding your arms.  You were wearing Ethan’s hoodie, hood up, with only your underwear underneath.  The sweatshirt completely covered your lower half, but Ethan knew what was there...or rather what wasn’t there. Usually, this was Ethan’s kryptonite, but he had resisted this too.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Grayson offered. It was not the first time Grayson had helped you mediate issues.  He knew you pretty well, and could help you express your feelings in a way that Ethan could relate. After all, they were mostly the same person.

You almost blurted it out, but Ethan immediately stood up and pointed at you.

“Don’t you dare!” He warned.  Ethan then turned back to Grayson and pointed at him.

“Stay out of my business, Gray.” 

Grayson’s eyes widened and he walked backwards out the door.  “I don’t want ANYTHING to do with this train wreck.”

Grayson’s exit caused the silence between you two to deepen.  You sighed as you walked over to the table.  

“E, baby...” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  He didn’t shrug you away so that was a good sign. “I was just kidding.”

“It wasn’t funny.” Ethan said, finally letting his glare soften a bit as he looked at you. “Not only did it kill the mood, but it also was just underhanded.”

He looked like a wounded puppy.  You want to cuddle him, but at the same time you could hide the smile trying to creep it’s way on your face. You tried your hardest.  You didn’t want to make him more upset. 

“Look, babe.” You moved to stand between his legs, your hands still on his shoulders.  He put his hands on your hips and smiled at you softly.  His hands were already slipping beneath the sweatshirt to feel the soft skin of the top of your thighs.

Now that he was coming around, you decided to continue your “apology”.  “I’m open to being vegan, but you know me, I have to be in it a 100% or not at all.” You did your best to hide your laughter. “What you wanted me to do last night definitely wasn’t vegan.”

“It wasn’t a problem before...” Ethan said, defensively. “...in fact you did it first and then---nevermind, you’re clearly still laughing at me.”

Ethan’s hands dropped from around you. He turned back to his breakfast/lunch and tried to stop him. Your first quip was to say, ‘You didn’t force me to be vegan before’, but you knew that wasn’t going to sit well. You were nearing that zone of pissing Ethan off instead of just teasing him. 

“No, baby...” A laugh slipped out as you went to grab his hands and put them back under your sweat shirt at your hips. You tried to hide your smile by letting your teeth dig into your lip. “I am poking fun...I’m sorry.  I’ll make it up to you.”

At your last words, you moved your hands back to him, slipping under his robe to rub his chest over his shirt.  You tried to look your must alluring as you made your promise, “I’ll swallow this time, baby, just for you. I’ll break the plant pledge...”

You lost it and this point you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Last night you didn’t laugh in your deadpan expression, in between his legs. You looked up at him, his eyes filled with lust, his jaw clenched as he was waiting for release and you just handed him a tissue.  It was his future babies after all, you had said, it couldn’t be vegan.  Ethan was so shocked he actually lost his hard on. 

Last night, as you slept alone while your boyfriend played videogames all night in frustration, it wasn’t funny. You were still horny too.  But now, you couldn’t stop laughing.  It was definitely the “break the plant pledge” that took this over the top.

The only thing worse than you laughing at Ethan was that you weren’t the only one laughing. You could hear Grayson joining in the background.  You hadn’t heard when he came in, but apparently Grayson had heard just enough.  Even without the gory details, Grayson was able to put two and two together.

“OH MY GOD!” Grayson yelled, laughing louder, tears falling from his eyes. “I think I need my inhaler.”

Grayson ran to the drawer in the kitchen that had his back up inhaler and he took a few pumps.  With the lack of constriction in his lungs, Grayson started laughing again making you laugh even louder.

“Oh god,” Ethan moved away from you and covered his face.  “The two dearest people in my life laughing at my expense.  What a f-cking great day.”

“I’m sorry, babe...” You choked out, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I’m leaving...” Ethan said finally exiting the room.  “Laugh it up guys.  F-cking assholes.”

You and Grayson could barely hear him over your laughter, but you made a mental note to rock his world--even without breaking your promise to him to be vegan. Besides, you were 99.99% sure that you just heard Ethan reluctantly let out a chuckle.

A/N: Once again, obviously this is just for fun. It’s a little gross, but like it’s Tumblr, y’all can handle it :P

[billyspotato]

Short - Grayson Dolan [Headcannon]

[Requested]

Words: 364 words

Type: Fluff [Headcannon]

Summary: (What’s written on this request)

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

When Grayson saw you for the first time, he thought your height was the cutest thing compared to his;

You were just so tiny compared to him;

Once the two of you started a friendship, he kept making fun of your height (even on videos) all the time but you never take offense to it;

But you also would tease him for his own height, ‘How’s the weather up there?’ and other cliché ‘insults’ to tall people;

Then, you two started dating;

It didn’t really surprise anyone;

His family was already predicting it and the fans were praying for it to happen;

Dating Grayson can mean that you can kiss him all the time, when or where the both of you want, or at least it should, but…

Your height makes it impossible to do it, unless you make him lean down or you try to make yourself taller (maybe trying to be your tip toes or sitting down on taller chair);

Ethan sometimes would tell you to force Gray to lean down, aka, hit him hard so when he leans forward in pain, you can kiss him;

Hugging Grayson was actually the best thing, since he is taller than you, his body just covers yours and you can melt into his chest;

Gray really does look like an amazing hugger (just saying);

You two, when you go to Coachella, Grayson would carry you around on his back sometimes;

Piggy back rides are your guys’ thing;

Grayson doesn’t care and your legs would always thank him after many days on a festival;

There is no escaping aching on your muscles on festivals, and we all know that;

Also, like every other couple or pair of friends on festivals, Grayson made you the favor of letting you sit on his shoulder (which you thank him a lot since you literally wouldn’t see a thing otherwise);

Sleeping over at the twins’ house means to you: You can steal Grayson’s clothes;

Grayson’s clothes would also always be HUGE on you, but I don’t think anyone would complain about that;

Come on, a shirt that is extremely comfortable because it was oversized and it smells like your boyfriend;

Who wouldn’t like that?

(Maybe a part 2?)

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A/N: No, I am not taking requests for Grayson or anyone besides Billy Hargrove and Eric Coulter. But since they only requested a headcannon, I did it anyway.

(Thank you for requesting anyway anon. Sorry it kinda sucks)

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🌸✨Sorry, but I’m not writing in this account anymore. Go check out my new one @twinklelilstarkey✨🌸

[edibleflower22]

things girls secretly want guys to do

get a hint once in a while.

chase after us for once, we deserve to feel like we’re wanted.

cheesy pickup lines

make us laugh when we’re down instead of avoiding us

don’t try to be all cool .stop it. no sunglasses indoors and don’t reply to my messages an hour later even if your on your phone. be nice.

unexpected hugs (back hugs are preferred)

when you don’t even need to ask them to buy a drink (bonus: they remember your order)

inviting themselves over to your place when your alone even when you insist that your fine

when they show their softie side for something

when he talks about you to his friends like your a goddess and he’s not afraid to show it

teasing. i don’t care how you take that word, just, teasing.

tickling. it may lead to kissing or a slap, but it brings out the laughs.

when he relies on you when he’s stuck, when your the first person he thinks of to call.

it can be a really chill first date but you have to ask in a romantic way. we need something to tell our children.

unexpected kisses. neck kisses, forehead kisses, temple kisses, palm kisses, lip kisses, shoulder kisses...

talk about the future. will we have kids? because we want to know how serious your taking this.

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AND LASTLY:

GIRLS LOVE WORDS. TELL HER YOU LOVE HER EVEN IF YOU SHOW IT. TELL HER SHE’S BEAUTIFUL EVEN IF SHE KNOWS.

dONT JUST BE: “oh she knows, i don’t need to tell her”

bECAUSE WHAT THE FU-

[duyxjpg]

ties of fate [g.d. ff] prologue

p r o l o g u e | n e x t  c h a p t e r

Summary: R E D   S T R I N G   O F   F A T E; According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break. 

"The burden of the clouds, you felt it too? You must be, if you cry along with them." the stranger suddenly said to me, whom existence I haven't felt till he spoke. I didn't bother to look at him, let alone give him an answer.

I thought about his words. He was good with words. I smiled lightly. "What a nice metaphor." I replayed after a long time of silence. The darkness has surrounded me long time ago, I had no idea how late it was, and I couldn't care less.

I could feel the strangers gaze fixed on me. He wasn't looking anywhere but directly to me. He was looking at me and I was looking at the beautiful view of the ocean and their waves. The waves. They were so wild, so aggressive and so mad, I could feel it. I felt that way as well.

"I was thinking about, who or what could have possible hurt you so much. You look so heartbroken." I heard the stranger talk again. I shifted a broken smile and look at him. He was looking concerned. No in fact he wasn't just looking like he was, but he was concerned.

As a sudden lighting hit right above us, the sky got bright and I saw his face fully. I knew he was familiar. I knew it was him, but I couldn't tell if it was him for real. Even if my glasses were wet and I couldn't see fully because of the raindrops on it, I could tell it was him.

"Why are you here?" I asked him out of the blue. He looked at me confused first but answered my question anyway.

"I was around with my brother, we had some business to finish." he explained, he was still confused.

"No, I mean why are you here, next to me?" I asked, this time more specific. He smiled brightly but wiped the smile the second he realized in what situation he was in. It was cute, he was cute.

"Uhm... I am not sure, I saw you here crying, and you looked so heartbroken I couldn't resist the urge to come here." he explained again. He was playing with his hands frantically. "I didn't mean to bother or scare you." he talked again, before I could say anything. I held his both big hands, with my small ones.

"No, you didn't scare me or bother me, you just don't have to be here you know?" I said calmly. "You can go I am okay." I continued and let go off his hands. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I can't go." he mused. I looked at him slightly confused. "No, I don't want to go, I won't go." he continued with his words more confident this time. I looked directly into his eyes. There was something in his eyes I couldn't tell what it exactly was. Something that probably could move mountains, melt ice and erupt volcanos. Something that would make stars envious and the moon question his beauty. Something which drove me to him. Something what put my soul on fire.

If two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back...

[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.”

[pumkiinpasties]

Hey people 👋🏼

Can someone please tag me or just send a bunch of really good grayson fics?? Or like really good writers? I feel like I read everything and now I’m suffering 😅

[genessapak-blog]

Imagine...

It being winter. You were wearing short shorts and one of Ethan's/Grayson's shirts. You know this really turned him on. It also gave him an advantage to cuddle you tight and hold you close. Ethan and Grayson were working on a video late at night. It was getting late so you decided to go to bed. 30 minutes later he entered your guys's room. He took a shower and dressed into his P.J.'s. As he put his body weight onto the bed, you felt his body-warmth. Your eyes flickered open. You turned to your left to see his face. "Did I wake you?" He asks. "Kinda" you responded with a small laugh. He kisses you and responds with a "Sorry". "Meh, I couldn't really sleep well without you anyways." You said. He turned you back to the position you were in earlier. Your back against his chest. You felt his muscular arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you closer. You rested your hand on his. "I like your P.J.'s" He says. You giggle. "Thank you. I'll be wearing them more often." "I love you." He says, while kissing your shoulders and neck. "I love you too" you respond. Both of you then fell asleep in eachothers arm's.

[strangerquinns]

14, 21 & 27 with ethan please 🥺

I'm sure whatever you make of this will leave me a sobbing & hyperventilating mess. thank you in advance my queen ❣

"Stop pushing me away!” / “Isn’t this enough?!” / “I thought you were dead!”

I'm going a little AU with this. Reader and Ethan are undercover agents.

prompt list

Ethan moved down the hallway quickly, people rushing around him as the rest of the team got checked from the mission. The luminescent lights above making his eyes hurt with how bright they were. His mind was racing with every possible worse scenario since you were taken away from him. Everything with the mission was going as planned, till the enemy made them, and then it all went to shit. Soon bullets were flying between them, and you were separated from him. You guys were partners and always were to stay together. Which made the other half of him pissed off at you.

"Dolan!" A voice shouted from the other end of the hall causing him to turn around towards the voice. It was his supervisor.

"What happened down there? I thought you had all the right information, it should've been clean!" He spoke in hushed, hurried whispers.

"I don't know, sir. But I am going to find out. I just need to see if Y/L/N is alright."

"They are in surgery," He sighed heavily, "Hit multiple times with bullets, they are rushing to stop the internal bleeding now."

Ethan's heart stopped for a moment and everything about him seemed to fade away. He knew that you were hit, but didn't think it was that bad. Or it was his mind creating false hopes in order to comfort himself.

Hours passed till you were finally brought back from the surgery room. Ethan didn't leave your bedside and made sure to always be watching over you. He needed to be there for you. He needed to make sure that you were ok. But the one time that he did leave your side in order to get another terrible cup of coffee, he heard the alarms. It was a females voice coming over the comms alerting a team to your room.

It was the second time that Ethan was nearly knocked down with fear. He dropped his coffee cup not caring that it was would spill the caffeinated drink all over the floor. Ethan's only concern was getting to you.

When he got to your room all he saw was your doctor and nurses rushing to bring your heart rate back up. The frantic scene in front of him matched the frantic rate at which his heart was racing.

"They are stable for now, but now it's up to them if they wanna wake up or not." The doctor spoke as they looked down towards him.

But when you woke up, after weeks, all Ethan could feel was relief along with anger.

He walked in and saw you propped up in the middle of the hospital bed the soft and familiar beep of the heart monitor. You grimaced towards him, trying to smile when he walked into the room.

"Hey." He spoke slightly with stiffness to his voice, "How are you feeling?"

"Sore," your usually soft voice was hoarse and scratchy. For some reason it made Ethan flinch back slightly.

You were able to read Ethan like the back of your hand. Being partners for years gave you that advantage.

"You're mad." You spoke after looking at him for a while.

"Of course I am mad. I thought you were dead!" He couldn't stop the rise of his voice at the end. The pent-up fear and anger coming out at that moment.

"But I didn't and I am fine." You groaned shifting slightly and feeling the pain on your side. "You don't have to yell at me about it."

"So you don't care that you've had us all sitting on edge of you were gonna make it? Not to mention it was your mistake that has yourself and half the team in the hospital wing."

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked towards him, before sighing heavily "What do you want me to do. I'm sorry ok?"

Ethan rolled his eyes and move up from his seat quickly walking towards the window on the other side of the home. He couldn't look at you he was too angry. But it was more the fear of losing you that really shocked and rocked him.

When you finally came back to work and getting back to missions, things weren't the same with Ethan. He was overprotective out on missions, but the moment the two of you came back with the team, it was like you didn't exist. You would try and speak with him in order to fix whatever issue was between the two of you. But he always walked away from you any time you got close.

"What the fuck is your problem, Dolan!" You screamed towards him, slamming the door behind you the moment the two of you walked back into the briefing room. The moment you saw no one was in but the two of you, you took this as your chance.

"What do you mean?" Ethan spoke turning towards you with a look of annoyance on his face.

"You've been avoiding me. Why?" You asked

But Ethan rolled his eyes and instead walked towards another side of the room. But you quickly walked towards him to catch up.

"Stop pushing me away!" You shouted as you grabbed his shoulder and turned him back around towards you. "We are partners and we're supposed to be working together."

"We are! I am doing my job. Keeping you and the rest of the team safe. But after that job is done I don't have anything else to do with you. Understand?"

"What happened, please Ethan."

"Isn’t this enough?! What more do you need?" He asked, feeling the feelings from before coming back fully.

"Ever since the last mission, we have been acting like I am your worse enemy."

"I am acting like a man whose love of his life was nearly ripped away from him!" Ethan exclaimed. "What else do you expect from me? You nearly died! I have had to deal with that and you wanna come back like nothing has happened!"

You stumbled back from the shock of the words, his eyes shining from unshed tears.

"And I can't do that anymore!" Ethan spoke softer, but still holding anger in his tone. He stared down towards you for a moment before turning on his heel and leaving.

[vintagedolan]

Do Indy and Gray have a boy or girl next? <3

“I still don’t know why she said we shouldn’t do a six week scan. Eden got one with both pregnancies, why didn’t we?”

Indy turned around slowly in the closet and smiled, pulling down one of her bigger shirts over her stomach. Grayson had been through this once already; his head had been buried in research from the moment that they knew Beks existed, and he’d worked himself up into a frenzy of worry and doubt.

“Babe, ultrasounds are stressful for little babies, and Dr. Hollingsworth doesn’t see the point in putting a baby through it twice when there’s nothing we can do between 6 and 10 weeks that would change anything anyways.”

Grayson exhaled.

“And besides, now we get to find out the gender at the same time, no waiting for another scan.” Indy’s heart fluttered as she said it, the realization setting in. Today was really the day.

When they found out about Beks, they’d done a gender reveal. Indy had set one up for Eden with Miles, and she insisted on returning the favor. It had been the whole nine yards, from the votes to testing the wives tales. Eventually, everyone had thrown a little balloon full of paint at a canvas, revealing all different shades of pink to reveal they were having a little girl. 

Now, with a toddler, and E squared occupied with a brand new baby girl, Gray and Indy had decided to skip the fanfare. Sure, the painting that they had was a cute keepsake, but they wanted to try it the other way - more intimately, so they could just have it to themselves for a bit. 

Grayson was excited, but he pushed it all from his mind to spend a few moments with his daughter before they left. She was in the backyard, up in the play house that Grayson had built for the kids, Ethan standing guard at the ladder while she and Miles made up a game. But as soon as she saw Grayson she sent herself down the slide, reaching up for him from the bottom. 

Grayson carried her over to Indy, kissing her red cheeks. Her skin was warm from a mixture of running around and the California sunshine, and Grayson snagged the sunscreen to swipe a bit more on her cheeks before they went. 

“Where you going?” Beks asked when she noticed Indy’s purse on her shoulder. She frowned, eyes darting back and forth between her parents.

“We’re gonna go see the baby in mommy’s belly. But, guess what?”

“What momma?” Beks asked, eyes going wide in excitement. 

“We might just bring back a special treat for everyone when we come back, as long as you’re good for Uncle Ethan.”

It didn’t work as Indy had hoped. Her daughter still frowned, and tucked her head onto her Dad’s shoulder.

“How long you be gone momma?”

Indy’s heart cracked. Bekah had only recently started asking that question, and she knew it was because she’d started back at work. Even though she was only picking up the occasional shift, twelve hours was a long time for the both of them to be away from each other.

“Not so long babe. I tell you what, you play with Miles, and eat your lunch and take your nap and by the time you wake up, we’ll be back. How’s that sound?”

“Okay.” 

Indy could tell she was still upset, and if it wasn’t so important, she would have cancelled her plans. So she gave her daughter a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before Grayson did the same, sending her back over to Ethan who turned on the charm to distract her. 

The pair tried to push their daughter’s sad eyes out of their minds - they hated to leave her, but they knew it was important. Music was their distraction, as it always had been, and it eased the buzz of nerves as they headed down the road.

“I feel like I’m bigger this time,” Indy mused as she ran a hand over her bump. Because there was a bump, surprisingly, even at just 10 weeks. 

“It goes faster with your second pregnancy,” Grayson said casually, as if every man his age would know that.

“Are you reading those pregnancy books again?”

He blushed. “Maybe.”

“You’re the best dad,” Indy hummed, kissing the back of his hand. 

L-O-V-E Y-O-U, she traced.

The doctor’s office was busy, and Indy and Grayson’s legs tapped in sync as they anxiously awaited being called back. They held hands tightly, tracing little notes to each other until finally, a nurse opened the door.

“Indiana Dolan?”

Indy stood, Grayson right behind her carrying her purse as they followed the woman in the blue scrubs back. She got Indy checked in, did all the necessary paperwork, and before she could really process it, Indy found herself back on an examination bench in a dark room. 

Grayson pulled his chair up on the side opposite the monitors, pressing a warm kiss to the back of Indy’s hand when she reached for him. 

“Everything will be okay, no matter what,” he said. 

Indy knew too much about the human body. A million scenarios rushed through her mind as she sat and waited, ran her other hand up and down over her bump. She trusted her husband, and she willed herself to believe him. 

The ultrasound technician came in a few moments later, making them both jump. 

“Alright guys, you all have done this before, you know the drill,” the woman smiled, already starting to get prepped. “Any questions for me?”

Indy shook her head and bit her lip.

“And if we’re able to see it, are you guys wanting to find out gender today?”

“Yeah, if you can. We don’t need the envelope or anything this time, you can just tell us,” Grayson explained. It was subtle, but Indy could hear the shakiness of his voice, felt his nerves that he was trying to hide for her sake. 

The technician went through the motions; pulling up Indy’s shirt, spreading the gel across her belly. She filled the room with small talk, but Grayson had to answer most of it. Indy’s eyes were honed in on the monitor, waiting for a glimpse of the little life she knew was inside of her

She let out a breath when the heartbeat sounded through the room - a flutter, quick and light and strong. 

She barely heard when the technician began to speak, moving the ultrasound wand slowly back and forth over one particular spot.

“Indy, take a deep breath for me.”

She stopped breathing, eyes wide in concern.

“I think there’s two.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Holy fuck,” Grayson gasped. Indy’s hand came up to cover her mouth, tears prickling in her eyes. And then she could see it, see the two separate sacs, the two tiny babies in their own little homes right next to each other. 

“Twins. We’re having twins.” 

[rina-writes]

The Absolute Worst

Summary: You accompany your brother, a newly famous YouTuber, to the Dolans house for a collab.  Through a series of misunderstandings, you determine that Ethan Dolan is the worst human being in the world. Luckily, the feelings are mutual. Much to your chagrin, because of a misstep on your part, you are now quarantining with Dolans for 14 days. Your only hope is to make it through the tension without it all blowing up in your face.

Warnings: Angsty in the beginning, then smut and then fluff towards the end. (Just in case this isn’t clear...single!Ethan)

You touched your face with disbelief as you stared up at Ethan Dolan’s smug face.  You couldn’t believe that you had forgotten to put on your mask, and of all times now? Your face turned red hot as your hand dipped into your pocket to pull out the triple layered fabric mask. You slipped it behind each ear sheepishly, unable to meet Ethan’s eyes.

“What was that about my brother and I being socially irresponsible?” Ethan asked you, folding his arms. “I believe you went as far to say that we are terrible role models for our incredibly young fanbase.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know how he was staring at you.  Besides glaring at him all day, you had followed the twins for a couple years.  Ethan seemed to be a sweet guy, with his boyish look of large hazel eyes, tousled dark brown hair and rosy red cheeks.  The behavior you saw today revealed him to be a complete douche bag.

For starters, when you first arrived with your brother, the boys were too busy to greet you.  Something was so important on their phones that they could not tear themselves away.  You and your brother watched them awkwardly in silence, wondering what to do.  It was only when you cleared your throat did Grayson look up and introduce himself.  He had to yell Ethan’s name and slap him on the shoulder to get Ethan to pay attention.

The boys gave you and your brother a tour of their estate, and Ethan lingered around his car to brag about it.  As he drowned on and on about his Tesla, you looked at your brother with a worried expression.  Your brother was younger than you, and quite impressionable.  His most recent video recently gained popularity earning him a check from YouTube with more zeroes than anyone in your family had seen in their lifetime.  Your entire family respected that it was your brother’s money, but everyone was praying he didn’t do anything foolish with it.  Given the fact your brother could not even drive without a licensed driver accompanying him, you didn’t like the starry look in your brother’s eyes when Ethan bragged about the car.  Your heart almost dropped to your stomach when your brother agreed and said, “I’m definitely buying a Tesla.”

“Y/b/n,” You said in a warning tone. “You should really focus on getting a place to live...”

“Lay off, Y/n.” Your brother whispered to you, harshly.

You were a bit taken aback. Your brother never spoke to you like that...at least not in public.  You had a fairly good relationship, and he knew you meant well.  You instantly blamed it on the fact he was trying to look cool in front of Ethan.  

“If you need a place to live,” Grayson smiled, walking over to a navy blue wrapped van.  “How about this nice van?”

You blinked slowly.  Why on Earth would your teenage brother want a van?

“Is this the van from your cross country trip?!” Your brother yelled, running over to it.

“Oh hell no...” You said a little too loudly.  The last thing you wanted was for your fanboy brother to get duped into buying a lemon. You put your hands on your hips. “And how much is this van, Mr. Dolan?”

Grayson’s eyebrows went up at the accusatory tone, and you saw Ethan’s shoulders square up behind his brother.  You didn’t back down. Sure, they were large muscular dudes, but you weren’t a coward. At least...not when it came to your younger brother.

“It depends on how much you want to offer...” Grayson said, recovering from his shock with a soft smile.

“How much did you buy it for?” You asked, cutting off your brother before he could jump in.

“$75,000...” Ethan said, folding his arms as he walked forward. “But we’re selling it for 74, plus $100 since Grayson took the time to build it up nicely.”

You gulped.  You glanced at your brother who had fallen silent.  That was more than what was in his bank account at the moment.  You definitely couldn’t afford that.

“It’s less than the Tesla...” Grayson offered with a soft laugh.

You watched as your brother’s eyes widened, followed by the slump of his shoulders.  You sighed.  Great, now your brother felt like a loser because he couldn’t afford these fancy cars.

“If you’re done flaunting, it would be nice to start the video.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Y/n...” Your brother frowned. “Don’t be rude.”

Your jaw dropped behind your mask as you looked at your brother with shock.  You were being rude? They were the ones making your brother feel inferior!

“No, Miss Y/l/n is right.” Ethan said, walking past you to the tiny shed where they were going to film the video. “We should get this show on the road.”

You knew he was making fun of you for calling Grayson Mr. Dolan, but you didn’t care. The faster you could get out of this house, the better.

Just as you were getting started filming, Ethan got a call.  He left to answer it, but then ran back in with haste.  

“Gray, we gotta go! The interview has been moved up to this afternoon.” Ethan announced.

“Wait, what?” Grayson asked, looking at his watch.  “What time?”

“4pm.” Ethan answered.

“Damn...” Grayson stood up. “We need to leave now if we’re gonna make it.  Sorry, man.  Can we take a rain check?” Grayson looked at your brother sumpathetically.

Your brother nodded, disappointed, but he clearly understood.  You, however, did not.

“How do they move up an interview last minute?” You asked.

Ethan frowned. “It was a mistake made by my assistant.  She mixed up the dates.”

“I thought you said it was moved up?” You questioned.

“I didn’t think I needed to give the gory details.” Ethan groaned.  “Honestly, I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, sorry!” You put your hands up in defense.  “Excuse the fact that we don’t actually live around here and had to taken an Uber 2 hours to get here. The least you could do was make our time worth it.  But no, go to your interview.”

“Y/n...” Your brother whined.  “...it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” You argued, looking at your brother.  You could feel your face soften when you saw the embarrassment in his eyes.  You felt like your mother humiliating him in front of his classmates.

“Sorry...I’m not myself today.” You said, more to the boys than to your brother.  “Let’s reschedule.”

“No...” Ethan said, clearly a mix of annoyed and amused, “Come with us to the interview and we will finish filming after.  It’s not like we need daylight or anything. Does that work for you, Miss Y/l/n?”

You looked at your brother who nodded, so you nodded as well.

You rode in the Tesla to the studio where the interview was taking place.  Your brother was texting you and you did your best to not let your annoyance show on your face.

Y/b/n: Can you stop being so mean? What’s up with you??

Y/n: ME???? I’m not the one treating people like second class citizens. They are such jerks.

Y/b/n: Why because they have nice cars? Because they have busy schedules?

Y/n: Because they are PHONY. How do ignore to people sitting right in front of you? How do you claim to be down to Earth and sell a teenager a $74k van?

Y/b/n: Can you just stop? You’re blowing it out of proportion.

You sat back in the seat with pursued lips as you looked out the window.  Your brother did the same, looking the other way.  You knew the conversation was over for awhile.

You watched from the sidelines as the twins did their interview, scoffing every now and then.  You would occasionally see Ethan looking at you and you did nothing to hide your disdain. He didn’t say anything about it until your drove back to the house.  Now around 7pm, Grayson offered to pick up food for you all to eat. Your brother volunteered to go with him and before you knew what was happening, you were left alone with Ethan Dolan in his kitchen.

“What was so funny during the interview?” Ethan asked, his eyes dark and his jaw set.  His hands were on the counter top supporting his weight as he looked at you. His blue medical mask was tucked a bit under his nose, adding emphasis to the glare in his eyes.

“I just couldn’t get over how easily you lie.” You shook your head with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh?” Ethan asked, quirking a brow. “When did I lie?”

“Well, for one thing, they complimented you on your manners, but little did they know how poorly you treated your guests today.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Huh, okay.” Ethan nodded slowly, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “But that’s a matter of opinion, no?”

“I don’t think...” Your voice faltered as you realized it really was. But who was he to tell someone that they should not feel upset about how he treated them?

“Please, continue.” Ethan folded his arms on the counter, lifting one up to rest his cheek on his palm.  “This is fun.”

‘What a condescending prick.’ You thought.

“Fine.” You humored him. “How about the fact that you claimed to be observing the covid procedures, but the first time I saw you whip on a mask today was right before we walked in to the studio. Not to mention the countless times we see you online around people without a mask.”

“I stood six feet apart from you until we were in the car.” Ethan said, defensively. 

“Sure, fine.” You agreed. “But what about the second point? You should take responsibility to at least quarantine with people if you are going to be regularly collaborating.”

“Am I supposed to quarantine with every single person I am less than six feet away from without a mask?” Ethan asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” You said, incredulously. “Have you been ignoring the news?”

“So, are you saying that you do?” Ethan asked. “Little miss perfect?”

You rose your head proudly. “Yes, I do.” 

When Ethan didn’t say anything you stood up taller and continued. “I can’t tell you how to treat others, but I think you are being socially irresponsible to not at least adhere to the health rules set by the state of California.  Most of your fanbase is incredibly young and you are setting a poor example for them.”

“I see.” Ethan leaned over the counter to touch your hand. “This is about 3 feet.”

He looked up at your through his long lashes with a bright, mischievous grin. “You, young lady, have forgotten to put on your mask.  What does that make of you?”

Which  leads us to where we first started. As you recalled the fact that had put your mask in your pocket when you guzzled water from your water bottle, you suddenly realized in the confusion of ordering dinner, you forgot to put it back on. Ethan who was now standing on the same side of the counter as you from six feet away, stood there mockingly.

“What was that about my brother and I being socially irresponsible?” Ethan asked you, folding his arms. “I believe you went as far to say that we are terrible role models for our incredibly young fanbase.”

“Ethan...” You started, as you put on your mask.

“Oh, I don’t get a Mr. Dolan?” Ethan tsked. “How rude.”

Your stomach turned.  You wanted to vomit. The thought of apologizing to Ethan Dolan revolted you. You met his eyes, putting on a false air of confidence.

“I was wrong. While I try to consistently follow the rules, even I can make mistakes.” You didn’t say sorry, but you hoped it would be counted as an apology nonetheless.

“So,” Ethan smirked walking a step closer. “By your rules, and the rules of the state of California, doesn’t that mean that we should quarantine together?”

You felt face flush and your eyes go wide.  You stammered your reply. “Of course not! I have to self-isolate myself, but why on Earth do we have to do it together?”

“Am I supposed to believe you can self-isolate at home?” Ethan asked.

You looked down.  You couldn’t.  You and your brother were currently staying with a few friends while you tried to find a place of his own. It would be, to use your own words, socially irresponsible, to go back to a friend’s place without taking the proper safety precautions.

“Grayson and I are actually staying at an Airbnb.  As you can see, our house is currently under construction” Ethan gestured to the tarp on some of the furniture. “We have a spare guest room for you and your brother. You can stay there, we can film a few videos with your brother, and you can make sure everyone is safe.”

“I--” 

Before you could respond, the door opened.  Grayson and your brother walked in with a feast of food for you all to share.  They instantly recognized the tension between you two and Grayson looked to Ethan for an explanation.  With the largest, phoniest smile you had ever seen, Ethan declared, “Y/n and Y/b/n will be staying with us!”

“What?” Your brother and Grayson asked in unison.

“I’ll explain .” You told your brother as you walked over to him.  You started to push him toward the front of the house to speak to him privately. You turned around to look at Ethan and said,

“We will not be imposing on you for free.” You said, sternly. “We can talk finances after I talk to my brother.”

It was your fifth day staying with the Dolans and it felt like an eternity.  You decided on paying $500 for your two week stay, far cheaper than any place in California would request for two people.  To make up for it, you offered to do some of the cooking and most of the cleaning. Since you were able to work online, you would use your lunch break and after work to prep the meals.  

Food was the only thing you and Ethan could agree on.  He would compliment your meals, as he could only really make breakfast.  You were grateful for the times he would present you with pancakes while you worked. 

Outside of food, you bickered all the time.  You didn’t like his attitude, his unsolicited advice, and cocky smirk. He apparently didn’t like your temper and your over-protectiveness of your brother that caused you to butt into conversations that did not concern you.  On the other hand, Grayson and your brother got along quite well.  They frequently worked out together and went surfing together.  It was the most happy you had seen your brother since he moved to LA.  You still wanted to leave the Dolans, but you hoped that Grayson would still be a good friend to your brother after you both had left their residence.

After all, you had no intentions of staying in Los Angeles forever.  Unlike your brother, there was nothing drawing you to the city.  It was one of the reasons you were being so harsh on your brother.  If he was going to be out here alone, he needed to be taught how to spot those who had his best interest at heart.  There was no doubt in your mind that Ethan Dolan could not care less about anyone but himself and his brother.  He was the absolute worst.

It was Saturday and thus your brother and Grayson went to surf.  You were surprised when you emerged in the kitchen to see Ethan cooking pancakes.  You assumed you were in the house alone.

“Why aren’t you surfing with them?” You asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yes, good morning Miss Y/l/n. I am doing well, thank you for asking.” Ethan remarked, not looking up from the frying pan he was coating with coconut oil.  “For your information, I don’t like surfing.”

“Oh.” You shrugged, opening the fridge.  As you pulled out the water bottle you had chilling overnight, you felt Ethan’s eyes on you.  

You became incredibly aware that you were wearing a night set that was in the luggage your friend dropped off the first night of your stay.  Since you thought you were alone you didn’t bother to change, but now you felt embarrassed.  It was one of those cartoon print night sets with a tank top and matching shorts.  The top was quite large so it covered the top half of the shorts, but the shorts were small and didn’t cover much of your behind.  It looked a bit ridiculous, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

“Cute set.” Ethan commented.

You turned to look at him, expecting to see some kind of tease in his eyes, but you didn’t. He was staring at you almost blankly, as if he was waiting for your reaction.

“Thanks.” You said, sipping your water bottle. 

Ethan placed a small pancake on a plate and used the fork on the side to cut it. He blew on it gently, bringing your attention to his full, pale pink lips.  He walked over to you and held out the fork.

“Tell me what you think, new recipe.” He asked, cupping the fork as he brought it to you.

You removed the bottle from your mouth and opened your mouth to receive the pancake.  Ethan’s hand rested on your chin and you blushed. You chewed slowly and put a thumbs up of approval.  You covered your mouth before saying,

“It’s really good. Like you don’t need syrup or anything.” You reviewed.

Ethan’s eyes lit up and for a second, you saw the YouTuber you witnessed on the internet.  He didn’t seem like the monster you had been arguing with the last few days.

“I”m glad you like it.” Ethan grinned. “You inspired me to try new things with your unique recipes.”

“Uh thanks...” You said, the right side of your body leaning on the counter.

You watched him cook in silence, before realizing you could help by doing the dishes in sink.  The sounds of pancakes cooking and the water hitting the dishes was the only thing that filled the room before Ethan broke the silence.

“Pancakes are done. Let’s eat ‘em while they’re hot.” Ethan suggested.

You turned off the water and dried your hands as Ethan put the plates on the table.  You sat across from each other and began to eat. You usually didn’t eat together, as you were both usually working while eating. You noticed Ethan wincing without touching his food and you looked up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You chew really loudly.” Ethan said, annoyed. “I hate the sound of chewing.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You asked. “How am I supposed to eat without chewing?”

“You could chew less obnoxiously.” Ethan suggested.

“Or maybe you can stop being a little bitch and stop whining about stupid stuff.” You stabbed a piece of pancake and chewed it loudly.

“Real mature.” Ethan said, covering his ears backing away from the table. 

You didn’t care.  You followed him, chewing as loudly as you could, even into the living room. When you didn’t have any more left to chew, you continued to smack your lips.

“God, you’re so f*cking annoying.” Ethan yelled.

“I’m annoying?!” You repeated. “HA! You, Ethan Dolan, the most spoiled, self-righteous, arrogant person I have ever met.  You are the absolute worst.”

You slammed your finger into his chest as you spoke.  Ethan seized your hand quickly and your eyes widened.

“Why don’t you call me Mr. Dolan?” Ethan asked, a darkness in his voice. 

“Because you don’t deserve my respect.” You said, you eyes wide with indignation.

Ethan chuckled. “Do you have a complex about me or something?” His grasp on your hand slipped to your wrist. “Cause it seems like you just want to f*ck me sometimes.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoffed, pulling your hand from him.

“Oh? Let’s find out.” Ethan said, cockily. Ethan leaned in, caressing your cheek gently making you freeze.  You could feel your heart racing as your mind went back to how soft his lips looked. Your eyes danced upward to look at the ceiling. Your body seemed to move on it’s own toward him and you realized, you kinda did want to kiss him and punch him in the face at the same time.  You resigned to the former and your eyes fluttered close.  You waited, and nothing happened.  You opened your eyes to see Ethan staring at you with a smug smirk.

“Hm, told ya.” Ethan said, backing up.

Tears stung your eyes with humiliation, and you bit down on your lower lip. “You’re such a f*cking asshole. I’ll say it again, you are the worst person on this whole planet. I can’t stand you.” 

You turned to run back to your room.  You were going to leave this place even if you had to live a tent for the next nine days.

Ethan lurched forward and grabbed you. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your face and kiss you deeply.  You gripped his shoulders as his tongue slid expertly into your mouth and began to play with yours. As much as you wanted to resist, it felt really good.  It was like something inside of you was put to rest and another part of you was coming alive. When your hands dropped from his shoulders, Ethan’s own hands went down to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss, letting your tongue explore his mouth.  Your tongues fought for dominance, but for once you didn’t care who won. Ethan’s hands gripped your backside and you let out a soft moan. You felt Ethan’s body tense and he suddenly scooped you up.

“Jump,” He commanded, breaking the kiss to do so.

You were still in a daze, as you stood on your tiptoes and your pelvis pressed into his.

Ethan lifted his hand to give your butt a smack. “Jump.”

You did and he carried you to the couch. He tossed you on top of it, admiring you from above.  His hand reached out to grab one of your breasts, confirming his suspicion that you were not wearing a bra. You arched your back toward and he smirked at you.

“Does this mean you want me?” He asked, grinding his hips into yours. 

“I can tell how much you want me.” You smirked back at him as his ever growing bulge pressed into your hips.

“I’m going to make you say my name...scream my name.” Ethan warned, slipping his hands under shirt to cup your breasts. “Just tell me you want it.”

“I’m not going to beg for it.” You arched you back as his thumbs circles your nipples, hardening them with ease.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck, still teasing your nipples and grinding into your hips. “God, I just need you to say it. I need you to say, you want me to f*ck you.”

There was something arousing about hearing him sound so needy yet so dominant in your ear that you succumbed.

“Please f*ck me, Mr. Ethan Dolan.” You practically moaned.

Ethan gave your neck a sloppy kiss, followed by a light suck earning a free sighs of pleasure from you.  You tugged on his tank top and he leaned back to pull it off.  He also took the liberty of raising your shirt to reveal the breasts he had slowly been making the acquaintance. 

“God, these are beautiful.” He remarked making your blush. “Shame they belong to such a troublesome woman.”

“Hey--” You started to protest, but soon one of your nipples was between his lips and getting kitten licks from his tongue. You let out a loud moan as put your hand on the back of his head to hold him down.  One of his hands was holding your back up while the other slipped past the crotch of your pants to tease your slit through your underwear. 

You gasped and Ethan took the opportunity to kiss you again.  This kiss was even hungrier than the first, his tongue desperate to taste every bit of you.  Meanwhile, his middle finger was doing a great job of adding the right amount of friction to arouse you. Ethan smiled softly as he felt the dampness on his finger, taking it as an invitation to rub your folds without a a barrier. 

“Ah, Ethan...” You moaned, as he slipped his middle finger inside of you while letting his thumb play with clit.

His mouth went to your other breast to give it the same attention as the previous one.  His other hand tweaking the already hardened nipple to keep it aroused.  Ethan relished your pleasure as you squirmed under him, moaning his name like it was the only word you could remember.  He rewarded you by inserting his ring finger inside you as well. Your hips bucked and he chuckled at the sudden reaction.

Ethan let go released your nipple from his lips with a pop before commenting. “Someone is eager.” 

“Let’s hope your dick doesn’t disappoint.” You said at him, with half open eyes.

“God, it’s like you like riling me up.” Ethan growled. “I can’t stand you.”

He pulled his hand out from inside of you and you couldn’t stop the whimper from leaving your lips.  Either Ethan didn’t notice or he didn’t bother teasing you about it, because he didn’t make a remark.  He pulled down your shorts and underwear in one motion.  He admired your clit for a moment and you spread your legs teasingly.

“Wanna eat it?” You asked, biting down on your lower lip.

“You don’t deserve it.” He teased.  “But, I’ll grace you with the pounding of a lifetime.”

Ethan pulled down his pants to his knees and did the same with his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock: large, hard and proud, an audible gasp leaving your lips.

“I’m guessing it doesn’t disappoint.” Ethan smirked up at you.

“Just because you got the equipment, doesn’t mean you know how to use it.” You retorted.

Ethan leaned forward to hover directly over you. His eyes were controlled and filled with lust when he said, “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t think of a response and even Ethan was surprised he stunned you. He decided to take the opportunity to get you in the right position.

“Get on all fours.” He commanded, and he was shocked again to see you follow him so readily.

There was something alluring about seeing you with cartoon printed night shorts pooled at your knees and your shirt raised up your back to reveal your moist slit and perky butt eagerly waiting for him.  He would never be able to look at that outfit the same.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rimming you to get his tip wet.

“Should have put that loud mouth of yours to use and get me all wet.”

“You don’t deserve it.” You retorted.

Ethan smirked, but his smirk turned to a loud moan when you pushed back on to his dick letting him penetrate you.  He had to grip on to you to not fall on top of you in pleasure.  If he wasn’t already on his knees, he would have dropped to them.  You felt heavenly to him, so wet and tight, like you were made for each other.  

Ethan snapped out of it quickly.  He had to show you how good he was and not that he was only someone blessed with the right equipment. He pulled his hips back before slamming them roughly into you. You moaned out, but it wasn’t the kind of moan he was looking for.  So, he did it again from another angle.  This moan was a little closer, but not quite.  He did it a few more times until he found the spot.  The spot that made you scream his name from the top of his lungs.

“E-Ethan, oh Ethan, right there.” You moaned. “Please, Ethan, again...”

He did it again, just to make sure and you gripped the couch arm for balance. He continued to ram into you with the speed and strength to hit the same spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you almost started drooling. You did your best to push back against him and he grunted each time you did in response.

“Ah, Ethan...I’m gonna...” You warned.

Ethan could feel you clenching around him. “Damn, already?” Ethan let out a chuckle. “It’s almost like I’m good at this or something.”

“Shut up, Dolan.” You growled.

“What was that?” He asked, slowing the rhythm of his hips.

“God, Mr. Dolan.” You relented pushing against him at the previous speed. 

“Hmm” Ethan kept his dangerously slow pace.  “I”ll give you what you want, only if you explain why you hate me so much.”

“What....” You whispered harshly.

Ethan’s hand slipped around you waist to massage your clit as he pumped into you even slower.  Your head collided with the couch cushion as you groaned loudly.

“Why now?!” You yelled, mostly to yourself. Speaking was hard enough as he stimulated you, and it mostly came out in gasps.  “I didn’t like the fact that you made my brother feel small, okay?” 

You tried in vain to push back against him, but he was strong and controlled the pace.  He did move a bit faster.

“I-I really didn’t mean to...” Ethan said, he also sounded out of breath. “...I guess I was kinda trying to impress you guys.  But then you were being such a bitch.”

“Well, you had a shitty way of showing your interest.” You scoffed.

“And you have a bratty way of telling someone to be better.” Ethan retorted.

“Can you please just f*ck me now?” You begged.  “Please, Ethan...I need it.”

“I thought you weren’t going to beg me...”

“ETHAN FOR GOD SAKE!” You yelled, making him laugh.

“Fine fine....” He said, as though he was doing a small favor and not plowing you on the couch in the living room.  

He grabbed both your hips and slammed into you with an even faster speed. He pulled you down on to him, hitting you from a different angle while still managing to hit your spot each time.  You leaned back, your back hitting chest and you bounced on top of him.

“Oh yeah....” Ethan groaned. “That’s it, baby...”

“Baby?” You asked.

Ethan pulled your head back to meet his eyes. “Look at those eyes, you’re mine now, baby girl.  Don’t deny it...”

You couldn’t if you wanted to because he instantly bent down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth.  While the action slowed down your ability to bounce on him, Ethan was some how able to continue pushing up into you; driving you to your climax.  You weren’t sure if you would say you were his, but you were pretty damn sure this was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had.

As your orgasm rolled over you in waves, you shuddered as you felt Ethan pull out of you. With all the strength you could muster, you turned around and grabbed his dick to hold it steady for your waiting, open mouth.  The sight alone made Ethan release and he watched as his seed hit your tongue. He held your head, entangling his fingers in your hair to keep you steady as you took in all of his following spurts.  You looked up at him to meet his eyes, and Ethan swore the last spurt of cum was because of that alone.

“That was so freaking hot...” Ethan commented.

“I guess you deserved that.” You grinned,  after swallowing the last of his seed while licking the reminisce off your lips.

“Well, now you’ve spoiled your breakfast.” Ethan teased.

“Only fair you spoil yours too.” You teased back.  You leaned back on the couch opening your legs making Ethan chuckle before he obliged.

After making you orgasm again, you and Ethan awkwardly laid on your sides as you stared at each other. 

“So...” Ethan said, slowly.

“So...” You mimicked, before continuing.  “I’ll go first.”

“No, I will...” Ethan argued.

“Can we not argue for once?” You groaned.

“Fine...” Ethan sighed.

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions about you and Grayson. To be honest, I think I wanted to hate you a bit.” You admitted.  “I was jealous of what you had achieved, not on my behalf, but my brother’s.  I didn’t want him to get discouraged or worse, look up to you guys and become douchebags...no offense.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Ethan groaned. He absentmindedly rubbed circles on your cheek with the back of his hand.  “I guess, me being rude when you first walked in was just my toxic habit of not being able to stop working. It was something related to the company and I wanted to just get it done.  I’m working on improving and focusing less on work. But, the bragging, I didn’t mean to do it. I just become a bit preach-y sometimes.”

“I get it.” You smiled. “To be honest, I was kind of nitpicking these past few days. I never thought I would admit it out loud, but I kind of like it here...with you.”

“Well, I do give killer head...” Ethan teased, making you laugh.

“God, don’t start.” You pushed him lightly.

Ethan leaned in and kissed you softly, no tongue, just enjoying your lips again his. You stayed like that for awhile, giving each other little kissed before slowly sitting up.

“We should get dressed before Grayson and my brother get back.” You said, putting your clothes back on.  “I think this would scar him for life.”

Ethan laughed. “You’re right. We should change...”

By the time Grayson and your brother came back in, you thought you covered up everything you both did.  You were both in your usual lounge wear and finally eating the breakfast Ethan prepared, though you did have to reheat it.

“How was the surf?” You asked your brother as he washed his hands at the sink behind you.

“Good.” He grinned.  He pointed between you and Ethan sitting across from each other. “You two become friends or something? You’re not arguing.”

“Oh, uh...I guess you could say that.” You said, blushing.

Ethan smirked, thinking about the multiple times you begged him earlier not to make any comments about your interaction to your brother.  You weren’t sure if you and Ethan were going to be more than friends just yet, and you didn’t want  your brother to know you banged guys so readily.

“Judging by the size of the hickey on her neck, I’m guessing they are a little bit more than friends right now...” Grayson remarked, emerging from the right side of the kitchen.

Your eyes went big as you stammered a response.  You watched as your brother’s smile from his laughter at Grayson’s “joke” faded into shock as he saw the bruise on your neck.  Your hand shot up to cover it, not helping your case at all.  You looked at Ethan for help, but he was red as a tomato.  For someone who talked a lot of smack he was just as awkward about this as you were.

“Oh my god...Y/N...I can’t believe you slept with one of my idols.” Your brother groaned, covering his face.  “You are the absolute worst!”

[billyspotato]

Tall - Grayson Dolan [HC]

[Requested] - I hope you like this, it was kinda made last minute. 

Words: 299 words

Type: Fluff [Headcannon]

Summary: Reader is 5′11 and dating Grayson.

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something.

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

If I did my research correctly, you’re still shorter than Gray, but you are still taller than some girls;

As a girl who is 5’11, your height can be intimating to some guys (stupid ones that feel that their masculinity is fading away because you’re looking each other in the eye or him looking up at you, and I repeat… stupid guys) but not to Grayson;

He treats you like his own super model;

When he helps you with taking pictures for your Instagram, he for sure is getting an angle for your legs to be shown off;

And hugs… MY GOD!

Hugs are the best, are you kidding me?;

It’s easier to wrap your arms around him and vice versa, you can snuggle up good in these moments;

You guys are also face to face, which means… time for kiss stealing;

Oh boy, nobody is stopping Gray or you when you’re in your playful and flirty mood;

Insecurities is something that will surely appear, we’re human, when are they not here?!;

Anyone who is tall or has been taller than most people, majority or some time of their life knows how it feels to be the center of attention when you just haven’t done a thing;

And oh God, it’s annoying;

But once those insecure thoughts would appear and reflect on your mood, Grayson would act quick;

Once you would open up to him, he would just tell how beautiful you are (inside and out, obviously);

And making sure that you know that it’s not just because you have some more inches than everyone else, that it will make you uglier or prettier than anyone;

He would shower you with compliments until your mood would come back to normal and he sure never is planning on giving up;

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It kinda ended up being insecurities in height as a whole. I’m sorry, I had no imagination.

🌸✨Sorry, but I’m not writing in this account anymore. Go check out my new one @twinklelilstarkey✨🌸

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fangirls relates:

having that constant feeling of someone watching you when your reading fanfiction so you have to constantly glance around the room to make sure no one is reading every smutty word on the screen

people thinking you have nothing to do with your life when actually fanfiction

people thinking that your so sweet innocent and quiet, always on your phone reading books when really fanfiction

that feeling when you find the perfect fanfic only for it to be last updated on B.C 776

when you love the au/plot but the writing is absolute crap

when you start applying fanfiction scenarios you’ve read onto real life crushes in daydreams

when real life crushes turn into purely fiction characters that aren’t real like your will to survive in this world full of people who just don’t understand.

the anxiety when you start to realise that that other ship is not as bad as you thought and you slowly start to dig a whole into a whole new world-

when the smut hits you too early.

trying to pull your friends into the world of fanfiction but they say it’s a bit ‘boring’ but you can’t really show them the smut because that’ll make you look really strange like that’s what they do in their pass time

when author updates while your reading :)

when you see something interesting and weird and you promise yourself that your just checking it out and wondering why everyone is reading this when really you end up reading everything, stalking the authors page and trying to find similar ones.

reading fanfiction in public and you read something so adorable and you have to contain your giggles and smiles because the scenario is playing out in your head perfectly and someone asks why your smiling at your phone...

when seen smiling at fanfiction, friends would tease saying, “oh talking to your boyfriend/girlfriend?” when really it’s just reaLLY FLUFFY.

annoying friends trying to peek at your phone when you just want to read in peace

beING CAUGHT WHILE READING SMUT. lIKE LITERALLY KILL ME NoW.

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t h e k i l l o r d e r [dolan twins ff]:

P R O L O G U E 

Two men.

Two brothers.

Twins.

A kill order.

Mysteries.

Endless games.

The underground world.

Two men. Two brothers. Twins. At daylight they are known as funny goofballs. Under their goofy façade, the twins are up to something more dangerous and mysterious than one can ever imagine. At the darkest time at night no one knows what they are up to, what they are doing, what they are planning or what they are thinking.

The twins have a dark secret no one knows about, in fact no one can ever know. A secret they have to carry with themselves from their childhood on, till now and for the rest of their lifetime.

Ethan and Grayson. Two brothers. Twins, who were friendly local citizens at day. Ethan and Grayson. Two brothers. Twins, who were contract killers at night.

An underground world known for being brutal. Known for the famous black market and for the most dangerous people living there. A world whom moto is “You’re either at the table or on the menu.”

Living at the most feared side of the city wasn’t probably the best one ever could do, but sometimes people didn’t get a chance to choose where they want to live, let alone choose how their life style would be like. A city which was ruled by gangs. They had three absolute rules. One, do not cross the enemy’s territory without permission. Two, do not harm one at the enemy’s territory. Three, do not harm the innocent local citizens.

The city was divided in parts. Each part was ruled by another gang.

Those gangs had an endless fight with each other, till they all come to an end conclusion that just one gang should rule the whole city. A lot of blood, too much blood was about to flow, a lot of people were about to get hurt and die. A war between the gangs was about to break out, things would escalate soon.

The question is, on whose side are the twins?

In addition to all the chaos in the city, the twins had a mission to complete. A mission which would bring the twins into more danger, as they were already.

A kill order which would change the endgame between the gangs forever.

Choose your side wisely. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Do not hesitate to aim and shoot.

Ladies and Gentlemen, my stupid ass couldn’t stop staning this idiots, so here I am writing a FF about them. I don’t even have a life anymore, full time fangirl. BTW long time no seeeee, missed you allllllll

Please enjoy and let me know what you think ♥ 

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van life

I wasn’t gonna post this because it’s just like an overload of unrealistic softness but now that we know that they’re selling the van I think now is the best time if I’m gonna do it lol.

Also I’m sorry I can’t make this shorter on your dash by putting a ‘keep reading’ break. Tumblr is shitty and permanently fucked on my desktop where it just won’t load the page once I’m logged in so I have to do everything through mobile🙄

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warnings: fluff, smut, kinda unedited

***

MJ sighs as warm morning sunlight kisses her skin through the passenger window of the tiny house van. She and Grayson had decided to have a beach day to themselves — the first one of summer — and she could’t be more excited. Nothing makes MJ Macias more content and at peace with her life than laying under the Pacific sun until her nose freckles and her skin takes on that healthy golden hue. Wrinkles are a risk she’s willing to take as long as she has a nice, long podcast, something to munch on, and, of course, a good view of her boyfriend in the surf.

That view of him rivals the one of the ocean in her opinion, which is just past his window as they cruise down the PCH on their way to Malibu. MJ wiggles her white-painted toes on the dashboard and smiles as she watches him sing along quietly (and off-key) to the Tame Impala song filling the cabin of the van. She loves his profile so much: the perfect slope of his nose; his full lips; the chunk of hair that swoops across his forehead.

She lifts their clasped hands from where they rest on her thigh with their fingers threaded together, and kisses the back of his wide palm.

“You’re so handsome, Bear,” MJ murmurs against his skin.

Grayson stops singing long enough to look over at her and smile brightly, his eyes hidden behind his black Louis Vuitton sunglasses. He pulls their hands towards himself so he can copy her kiss, only to her her own soft skin.

“My pretty Peach,” he returns with a squeeze to her palm, making MJ flush the color of her pet name. “Always so beautiful in the mornings.”

MJ hums and takes her turn returning their hands back to her lap, trailing her long nails up and down his muscular, veiny forearm. Apparently they’re equally as headass for each other today. “Just in the mornings?” she teases, tickling the sensitive patch of skin near the crook of his elbow.

She can’t see his eyes roll, but she imagines they do as his grin turns playful. “Of course not, but especially in the mornings. Your hair is in that cute braid and your skin is all silky soft and your eyes are extra green.” He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to appraise her looking exactly as he described. “And, you know, usually on the weekends you’d still be naked at this time. I like that part about mornings, too.”

“Oh, Lord,” she laughs with a shake of her head. “Grayson!”

She gasps his name and giggles harder as he completely catches her off guard by moving their hands right over his hardening cock. MJ squeezes him reflexively, and Grayson gives a little grunt as he shifts in his seat with a smirk.

“What?” he asks in mock defense, placing both hands back on the steering wheel. “I had to show you how much you affect me! I only have to think about you naked in our bed and it goes up.”

“That’s sweet,” MJ says, stroking his dick one more time before moving her hand further down his thigh, “but if you think I’m giving you road head in this car on this twisty road, you’re very mistaken.”

Grayson makes an obnoxious little whiny noise in defeat, pouting playfully and muttering dejectedly, “I knew we should have taken the Tesla.”

MJ raises an eyebrow. “Well, we wouldn’t have been able to bring your surfboard. Or be the first ones to christen the tiny house.”

“Oh, shit,” Gray says quietly, surprised. MJ smiles at the small victory of teasing him, her eyes diverting back to the beautiful scenery ahead of them as her mind wanders to all the things they can do in that makeshift bed.

“How about road hand, then, to start it off?”

She lets out a frustrated huff, his request interrupting her daydream. If there was ever a scenario where she didn't trust Grayson, it was one in which he was receiving any overt sexual pleasure whilst controlling a giant motor vehicle.

“Gray, I love you, but you’re pushing it.”

“Understood.”

***

It takes about half an hour for them to reach their destination, but MJ knows it was worth the drive as soon as they exit the car and she inhales the clean, salty air. They park at a little camping lot they had reserved a spot in for the day, the glittering ocean a mere few hundred feet away.

“Surf looks good,” MJ remarks, her hand shielding her eyes as she gazes out at the water. It always makes her a little nervous when Gray goes out in big swells, so the mild waves are a happy sight for her. “Nice and small; just how I like ‘em.”

Grayson looks out as well as he climbs on the roof of the van to retrieve the surfboard. “Funny, I happen to know for a fact you like ‘em long and wide,” he jokes. He just couldn’t help himself, apparently, his wide smile looking down at her from the top of the ladder a clear display of how proud of the stupid joke he is.

MJ watches the exposed muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple under his skin as he begins wrestling with the hooks and ties securing the board to the roof racks. The sight combined with his words and thoughts of what transpired earlier in the car makes her center pulse dangerously.

Needless to say, he’s successfully turned her on despite her best efforts.

“You’re insufferable, Dolan,” she says with a shake of her head. Her body feels heated from his innuendo and also the midmorning sun that is steadily raising the outside temperature. She pulls off the hoodie she had thrown on in the chilly early morning and steps into the back seat to haul out the cooler and beach bag.

“Yeah, but you love me,” his voice comes from right behind her. She turns around and yelps in surprise when she sees Grayson peeking his head upside down into the cab from the roof. He’s inches from her and is just dangling there like an overgrown monkey, which makes her fall back in the seat in a fit of giggles. He wags his brows at her playfully. “Ooh! Spider-Man kiss!”

MJ rolls her eyes good-naturedly and happily scoots over to clasp his cheeks in her hands, granting his wish by planting a sweet kiss to his lips. The scruff on his chin tickles her nose peculiarly, but she’s not mad at it. “Too much. I love you too much, you goof.”

Finally, with all their beach supplies in hand, they walk together towards the ocean. The private beach that they can access with their camp site is quiet and secluded. Best of all, it isn't clogged with tourists or people in general, which they both greatly prefer. Less people means they’re less likely to be bombarded by fangirls, or paparazzi, or any other unwanted distractions from what MJ hopes will be a perfect day.

As soon as the texture under her feet changes from firm concrete to sunken sand, MJ is stopping to remove her flip-flops so her toes can dig into the fine powder. This moment of first stepping on the beach is one of her favorite experiences, as minute and insignificant as it seems.

She looks up at Grayson, who glances back down at her questioningly. “Race ya,” she challenges suddenly, hauling ass to a perfect open spot on the wide expanse of beach. If there’s one thing she and her boyfriend have in common, it’s a highly competitive spirit.

“Cheater!” Grayson calls after her. He has the surfboard under one arm and the cooler slung over his shoulder, but everyone knows Grayson Dolan is the last person to turn down a competition. Which is why he does his best to catch up to her even with the obstacles in his arms holding him back.

The finish line is also only in MJ’s head, so she stops when she finds a spot she likes. She drops their bag and turns around with her arms raised like Rocky. Grayson isn’t very far behind her, being as in-shape as he is he’s reached her quickly, but he slows down earlier than he really needs to so he can take her in. Her breasts heave beneath a leopard print bikini top, loose hairs escape from her messy french braid, and her long legs glitter with the sand she had kicked up on her run.

She’s the most beautiful, dorky, amazing woman he’s ever seen and she is his.

MJ watches smugly as her boyfriend stalks over to her. “I wi—“

Grayson releases everything he’s carrying to the sand and grasps her face in both hands, pulling her in for a long, lingering kiss. MJ lets out a little squeak of surprise, but she melts into him half a second later. Nothing warms her soul more than his lips on hers, and she wraps her arms around his middle to bring them as close together as possible.

When he pulls back, Grayson stares at her with complete, obvious adoration. Ethan would have called him a simp if he were there, that’s how sappy his twin looks. Grayson can’t help himself, though; he is a simp for MJ, and, truthfully, he doesn’t give two shits who knows it as long as he makes her smile up at him like she is now, every day.

It’s why yesterday he had casually opened a new browser window, convincing himself he was just curiously window shopping on the ring section of Tiffany’s and the like… even after he got sucked into the customization tool on one website for nearly two hours.

Shaking his head and biting his lip through a grin, he traces the freckles on MJ’s cheek. “I want a rematch later.”

MJ squeezes him and smacks his ass playfully before releasing him and reaching into the bag for the big blanket. “You’re always such a sore loser,” she teases, unfolding the cloth and weighing it down with Grayson’s help. She digs through the bag again and hands him his wetsuit. “Go catch some waves. I have to catch up on this podcast by this really sexy guy and his twin brother.”

If there could be snapshots of the rest of the day, they would have been out of a picturesque rom-com. For a while, MJ rests on her tummy as she watches Grayson glide through the water, his deep voice simultaneously reverberating in her ears through her AirPods.

Eventually, when he’s done surfing — looking like a beach Adonis when he walks up the shore with the top half of his wetsuit folded down at his hips, surfboard under his arm and his wet abs glistening in the sun — he joins her on the blanket.

In the early afternoon MJ props herself up on her elbow, appraising his form with hungry, appreciative eyes as he tans on his back next to her. He has his hands pillowed behind his head, which causes his biceps to bulge and her thighs to clench. MJ is lost in him as she trails her finger over the features of his face — down his button nose, smoothing over his arched brows, across his rosy cheeks, against his pillowy lips. She smiles as he sighs contentedly and drops a peck to the tip of his nose before settling with her cheek on his chest. He smells like tanning oil and ocean and that clean, woody musk that MJ knows as him.

Later, they wade around in the sea between batches of sun bathing. At some points, he’s holding her waist-deep in the water with her legs wrapped around his middle and arms around his neck, lips connecting occasionally amidst easy conversation. Other times they have full-on water fights that have her squealing and him laughing as they splash each other back and forth.

It isn’t until the orange and pink hues of the sunset paint the sky that they’re brought back to the beach for good. Once they rinse off and have all of their things collected, they head back to the van.

MJ removes her bikini inside while Grayson reattaches the surfboard to the roof. She slips on her sweatshirt and a fresh pair of soft shorts just in time for him to carefully crack open the back door to make sure she’s decent.

Grayson smiles widely as he crawls in on the already made bed where she sits and is piling her damp hair into a messy bun. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, giving her a lingering kiss while her hands are still mid-twist in her long hair.

A pleasant warmth swoops through her belly at his compliment; it had taken her a while to get accustomed to not only how often Grayson rains sweet praises like that down on her, but how sincerely he means them, too.

She hums into his mouth right before he pulls away. “I left your shorts there, baby,” she says, gesturing behind her with her head. Gray thanks her and she starts to dig through the cooler as he tugs his swimsuit down his inked legs, following them back up with the clean shorts.

They eat dinner with the back doors wide open, a perfect view of the sun setting below the ocean’s horizon right in front of them. A pleasant breeze floats around them in the van, cool and refreshing from being picked up right off the water. MJ nuzzles her cheek on Grayson’s bare shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head as she chews her last bite of tofu.

“Thank you for such a perfect day,” MJ says a minute later, gazing up at him while he takes a sip of La Croix. “Seriously, I can’t remember the last time I felt so…carefree. Loved. In love. Not that you don’t make me feel those things every day, but… y’know. Today was just great.”

Her hand reaches to caress his stubbly cheek, a soft smile at the corner of her full lips. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Gray.”

Grayson looks down at her silently, but his eyes say everything his lips don’t. He tucks his can and their empty tupperware back into the cooler, tossing the bag into one of the back seats behind them so it’s out of the way.

He cups her cheeks in both hands, wasting no more time in bringing their mouths together. MJ sighs and shifts so she’s that much closer to him, just as his tongue prods gently at her pliant lips to coax them open.

They make out like that, slow and deep, with the soundtrack of crashing waves wafting through the open doors. Gray lies her down and supports the back of her head with his forearm, his free hand swooping up and down her side before settling in the dramatic dip of her waist as he pulls away just barely.

Eyes closed, their breaths come heavy and mingle sweetly in the minute space between them. Grayson suddenly lets out a little incredulous huff, shaking his head and diving back in blindly to suck softly on her bottom lip. MJ lets out a little moan and digs her nails gently down his bare back, her eyes fluttering open.

“What?” she asks with a little smile of her own, nuzzling her nose against his in an Eskimo kiss.

Grayson’s hazel orbs meet her green ones, and the hand resting on her waist comes to cup her face once again so he can stroke the new freckles that litter her high cheekbone.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he answers, chuckling at her shocked little gasp. He hurries to clarify himself. “One day, when we’re ready. You’re my world, MJ. Maybe it’s selfish, or self aggrandizing, but hearing you say that makes it so obvious to me that you’re the only person I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life with. Because I feel the same about you. I only ever want to make you feel that way; nothing makes me happier.”

MJ is stunned into silence. Grayson isn’t exactly the most eloquent person, so somehow she reasons that his perfect delivery of such meaningful words means they’re truly heartfelt. Not that she would have doubted him either way, but their relationship has suddenly shifted even deeper in the matter of one day. One simple, amazing day.

She feels the prickle of tears behind her eyes, and bites her lip through a watery smile as she raises her hand to run her fingers through the back of his hair. No matter how happy she is, her instinct for dealing with any emotions is to deflect with humor. “Can’t wait ’til I pop out a few of your babies. From the sounds of it, you’ll be worshipping the ground I walk on.”

That hits him right in the baby fever, his dick hardening even more behind his shorts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child. Joking or not, she’s absolutely right.

“Fuck,” he whispers, grinning as he ducks his head to nibble her favorite spot just behind her jaw and right under her ear. “How many of my babies? Hm?”

“Mmm,” she sighs, scratching lightly at his scalp, considering the question seriously. “Four little Dolan babies, I think. Three boys and a little girl.”

“Yeah,” Grayson agrees easily, making his way across her jaw with soft little suckles. “But make that three girls and a little boy, and you've got a deal.”

MJ giggles and grabs his face so they’re staring each other in the eye again. “No actual baby-making until there’s a ring on this finger.” She wiggles the digits of her left hand, which Grayson grabs and kisses the back of with a smirk. If only she knew just how close that moment might be. “But we can always practice in the meantime.”

Grayson nods and hitches her leg up his hip as he ducks down for a surprisingly chaste kiss considering her invitation a second before. As much as he wants her, he has a need deep in his chest just to be close to her for the moment. To feel her hold him and nuzzle into the warm crook of his neck, sucking gently on that freckle there to make his head swim like after a nice glass of wine.

MJ is just as happy with that arrangement, and she lets her body be still and her breaths tickle the sensitive skin at his collarbone. The ocean breeze billowing through the open doors of the van is cool and salty and comforting.

“It’s crazy,” Grayson whispers after a few peaceful minutes, his fingers starting to trail up and down her covered back slowly. MJ pulls back a little so she can see his face. He isn't looking at her, but rather out the open van doors at the last moments of the sun setting behind the water. “I remember feeling exactly this way the first day we met, only now it’s…more. You felt right then, so right it was scary. And here we are. How did I know that you were my person as soon as you let me walk you back to that tent?”

MJ smiles and her belly swoops. She thinks back to that night, how scared she had been and how instantly — well, as he said — right Grayson had felt the minute they crossed paths.

“I did kind of seduce you,” she chuckles, lifting her head to nibble at the underside of his chin and reveling in the sensation of his deep chuckle vibrating against her lips. “Maybe you’re just under my Black Widow spell. Have I never let it slip I’m only after your money?”

Grayson laughs louder, squeezing her to his body tighter. “Nope. But that’s the MJ I remember falling head over heels for in a matter of hours. Smart and witty and sweet and so fucking pretty with her green eyes and bright smile.”

MJ stares up at him with stars in those emerald eyes he adores so much. He is unreal to both see and hear; his skin has turned olive and his hair has the crisp of the ocean still in it, and the fact that he can still pinpoint the little things he liked about her from so long ago…

“Do you love me?” she asks quietly. It’s so ridiculously unnecessary to ask, he tells her multiple times a day, every day.

“So much, Peach,” he murmurs back predictably, finally swooping down to capture her lips like she wanted earlier, tongues meshing instantly.

He tastes so familiar and sweet. She wants to devour him slowly, intimately, like she has a thousand times before.

“Close the doors?” MJ gasps after the simple swipe of his thumb over her nipple through her sweatshirt makes her thighs tremble and her hips grind onto his half-hard erection. Something about the heartwarming intimacy of the day has translated to her body being physically sensitive beyond belief.

Grayson nods and sits up, reaching for the switch of the fairy lights MJ had hung up a few weeks ago before slamming the doors shut on the nighttime scenery.

While he does as she asked, she scoots up to rest her head on a pillow and watches his bare, chiseled torso glow in the dim, sensual lights. Right as he turns around he catches her struggling to free herself from her hoodie.

“Let me do it, Peach. I wanna do it,” he breathes, dipping down to kiss her soundly before tugging upward on the hem of the soft fabric. MJ drops her head to the pillow to break the seal of their lips, lifting her arms up so he can pull the garment over her head.

Grayson flings it to the front of the van and brings their mouths together so quickly, like he simply can’t be away from her lips for longer than a second. His hands reach up and cup the pliable mounds of her breasts, which are several shades lighter than the rest of her chest. Clearly, he could care less, and MJ sighs softly as he massages them firmly, his calloused palms creating delicious friction on her hypersensitive nipples.

“Still the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, too,” he smirks, making his way across her jaw. MJ smiles too, eyes closed in bliss as he kisses the familiar trail down her sternum. Predictably, his warm lips suction around the bud of her left breast, and she lets her mind wander through the pleasure to flash back on the first time he did this.

“We’re still kind of in a tent, too, y’know,” she gasps as he switches sides, letting out her first moan of the night when he scrapes his teeth against her. “Just…more bougie.”

Grayson hums, quickly getting lost in the feel of how soft her tits are and how much he loves the sensation of her hard nipples under his tongue. He drops his hips down so he can grind his full erection against her hot center, eliciting wanton gasps from both of them.

MJ groans again, the feminine sound literal music to his ears and the perfect reinforcement to keep going. She hooks her legs around his waist to hold his hips against her, thrusting up against him as he continues to bite and lick and suckle her breasts.

“Holy shit, Gray, right there… I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, grasping at his hair to hold him down where he was sucking perfectly on her breast, and continues to grind roughly on his dick. Sure enough, a few seconds later she’s shuddering with the most intense orgasm she’s ever had without manual stimulation. Even from Grayson.

Grayson himself can hardly believe it; they have a great sex life, but he can’t remember the last time he had gotten her off just through some intense dry humping.

He isn’t going to question it, though, because it only means one thing: she’s as voracious for him tonight as he is for her. He growls when she starts to come down and surprises her with his mouth planting roughly back on hers. MJ kisses him back lazily as her mind clears some, smiling and fluttering her eyes open to meet his dark gaze when she feels his middle finger replace his tongue in her mouth. She closes her swollen, pouty lips around the digit and sucks, holding onto his hand and maintaining complete eye contact with him when he moans softly. She pulls his hand out of her mouth and pushes it into her shorts.

“Fuck,” he rasps, collecting her slippery cum against his finger, swirling it against his thumb before trailing his middle finger up to her clit. He soaks in her expression as her eyes roll back at the first contact, his favorite reaction she has to his touch. “Fuck, MJ. So fucking wet for me.”

MJ nods quickly, opening her eyes again to watch him watch her. “Lemme taste,” she whimpers.

She pulls his hand back up and doesn’t wait for permission or leave him time to process her demand as she sucks the slick moisture straight off his finger, the taste of herself gracing her tongue causing her pussy to gush even more. When his brain finally catches up, he’s immediately ripping his hand away from her with a harsh groan and hooking it around the back of her neck to kiss her deeply. His tongue plunders her mouth as he searches for traces of that sweet, earthy tang he knows oh-so well. MJ’s hands distractedly push at the waistband of his shorts, desperate for the feel of his dick in her hands.

“Please, baby,” she whines against his lips when they break for air, using the moment of clarity to tug more determinedly at his shorts. “Need you.”

“Need me where?” he teases, backing up so she can’t reach him as he pulls her own shorts down her long, newly tanned legs. Once he flings the scrap of fabric to join her sweater, he ducks down and swipes his tongue quickly over each of her nipples. “Here?”

MJ groans and shakes her head, her brain not operating at enough capacity to tease back, it’s so clouded with desire for him. “Gray…”

Grayson smirks and grabs one of her hands that are coasting down his back and attempting to pull him down against her. He cups her petite palm against his pulsing erection, sighing a little when her fingers wrap around him through his shorts instinctively. He drops his hand and brings it to her pussy, his fingertips dancing delicately against her swollen lower lips. His head swims at how wet she is and how the solid feel of him seems to have brought her mind back to earth, because as soon as he lets go of her hand she delves past his waistband to grip him directly.

“My dick, baby, you need my dick?” he asks softly, his voice a little high and his breath pitchy as she strokes him steadily now.

MJ moans and her pussy throbs simply at his words. She nods hastily. “Need it in me,” she manages, meeting his heated gaze as she gives him a firm squeeze. “Love your dick.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, his touch leaving her as he helps her in getting him completely naked, kicking his shorts off when they reach his ankles.

He takes a moment to gather himself and to slow down, trying to get himself back in that intimate headspace they were so deep in earlier, so that this doesn’t turn into just a hot, hard fuck. They love that, and it’s kind of their bread and butter in the bedroom. But he wants to hold her close and savor her body, to pass that loving energy between them in the most special, physical way.

MJ’s chest heaves as she watches Grayson hover above her, staring at her, and she parts her legs to welcome him back into her space. He looks like a fucking Greek god in the low light, his hair curly from the saltwater and sweat, his skin golden and his muscles bulging. She can’t possibly want him any more than in that moment.

“C’mere,” she whispers, reaching her arms out and making grabby hands at him. She can’t allow another second to go by without the sensation of his smooth skin against hers.

Grayson smiles sweetly at her, eyes sultry as he lowers himself at her request and presses their bodies together from chests to centers. She cups his cheeks and scratches her fingers against his scruff as they kiss slowly, deeply, desire building intensely once again as they grind together at the middle.

“Please, Grayson,” she finally says again.

All thoughts of any more teasing are out the door as Grayson obliges her. He dips his fingers in her pussy, testing her readiness and using her sweet juices to coat his dick.

MJ spreads her legs up and out, bent at the knees, and she throws her head back with a gasp as he enters her in a short thrust; a little more on the second, until he bottoms out with the third.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her hands pushing on the firm globes of his ass.

Grayson obeys with a groan, drawing his hips in and out steadily. “Wanna fuck you slow,” he says in her ear, thrusting all the way in and all the way out. The warm clutch of her perfect pussy is so intense at that tempo that he shudders and his eyes roll back. “Slow and deep, Peach.”

“Yes,” MJ agrees, her breaths coming in fast despite the maintained speed of his dick. He’s working her up so good, and she leans forward to bite into the junction of his neck and shoulder out of habit to keep her sounds muffled.

“Yes, baby,” she squeals quietly when her minute adjustment shifts the angle just right for him to hit her spot over and over. Her nails claw at his back, scraping over the work of art that is both his rippling muscles and the picture of the lions inked into them. “Oh my God, keep fucking me like that.. like that…”

The air confined in the van is warm and thick. Sweat drips from the ends of his hair, his hot breaths fan over her forehead, and his chain dangles enticingly across her face as he stares down at her all blissed out beneath him. Nothing turns him on more than her words of encouragement, which are usually muted due to the fact that his omnipresent twin brother lives across the hall. But now that they’re alone, in nature — just like the night they met — all filters are off. It makes him even more determined to get her to cum so hard she forgets any of those sweet praises she’s mumbling other than his name.

It’s already so, so good, but as soon as he gets on his knees just enough to gain more leverage to thrust even harder into her, that knot in MJ’s stomach starts growing in a fantastically unfamiliar way. Her eyes roll back and Grayson reaches a huge hand up to support her head against his shoulder, sensing how perfect the angle is for her and wanting to help her maintain it. She’s getting tighter and wetter around him, so much so that he has to grit his teeth and hiss to avoid having to pull out and stop.

“MJ,” he moans into her ear, tugging on her lobe with his teeth, an unspoken warning that he’s close. He’ll hold on as long as he can, but he absolutely needs to get her there first.

In the back of her mind, she comprehends his cue. But she’s so focused on reaching the bursting point of that expanding ball behind her belly, she can’t help but selfishly draw every ounce of pleasure she can from him. She thinks she knows what’s going to happen, and it will be a first-time experience for both of them.

It’s only going to take a few more deep, hard thrusts, and she’ll be there. Almost there…

“Gray!” she squeaks, squeezing a hand between their bodies to push against his abs, just in time for him to pull out and her to gush all over him and the blankets serving as makeshift sheets beneath them. It’s an indescribable release that washes over her, her own loud, shaky squeals of pleasure distant noises in the back of her head. She can only see colors behind her closed eyelids, greens and blues and lavenders sparkling in her mind’s eye like a mystical fog.

Grayson can’t believe what he’s seeing. His shocked and aroused groan sounds obnoxiously loud and foreign in his own ears; the fact that he doesn’t bust his nut right there on the blanket next to hers is a miracle. Instinctively, he reaches his fingers down to help her through it by rubbing her clit, huffing out an incredulous laugh when her thighs clamp instantly around his hand and a little more of her juices come out, soaking his hand. His name tumbles repeatedly out of her lips, just like he was aiming for and unwittingly exceeding his own expectations.

He’s painfully hard as he leans over her again, kissing her through her mindless whimpers as she starts to slowly come-to, her damp thighs opening once again and allowing him to slip between them. Right where he belongs.

“MJ?” he whispers, stroking her brow softly and watching her face intently. “You okay?”

Eyes still closed and breasts heaving, MJ takes a second to respond, but she moans quietly and nods, puckering her lips in invitation for him to meet with his. He obliges, indulging her for a moment until he can’t wait anymore. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside,” she breathes at once, reaching down to grasp him and bring him to her dripping pussy. Grayson flinches at her sudden grip on him and the overwhelming wetness against the sensitive head of his dick. “Come on, Bear. Want you to cum hard inside me.”

With a groan, he slides back inside her, and a few hard, sloppy thrusts later, he’s shooting deep in her pussy. He’s never cum so hard in his life, and he whines into her mouth with the timing of his spurts. She hums contentedly, obsessed with that feeling of warmth that comes with, well, his cum.

“So good,” he murmurs when he’s finally done, pulling out of her slowly. He grabs a spare towel and cleans up the liquid white that follows him dripping from her center. “That was incredible, MJ. You’re incredible.”

MJ shakes her head in agreement, clapping a hand to her forehead and giggling softly, her knees bent and swaying side to side. “I thought we had done everything to try to get that to happen. Turns out we just had to go back to the beginning.”

Grayson lies down next to her, turning her head with a gentle hand on her cheek so he can press their lips together. “I love you,” he says simply. “My pretty Peach.”

MJ grabs a blanket and tosses it over the both of them, brushing her nose against his once they’re cuddled together. “And I love my Gray Bear. Mine.”

“Yours,” he whispers in affirmation, tucking her head into the crook of his neck until they’re both lulled to sleep in their cozy little bougie tent.

[staeygoldenn]

shower fun

Summary: Ethan is your roommate and one day he hears you 👀… and then you guys have some shower fun. 💦

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One day the twins went out to get some groceries. So you finally had the house to yourself or so you thought. You needed some relaxing, alone time. You pulled out your vibrator and started teasing yourself. You felt the vibrations on your thighs and then placed it on your clit. The buzz and suction on your clit felt amazing. You couldn’t help imagining the twins. Ethan popped into your head. You imagined his lean, muscular body towering over and fucking into you. Sweat started dripping down your body. You arched your back and gave into your vibrator. Thoughts of him moaning your name popped into your head. His name slipped past your lips. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. Your legs started shaking and you felt the familiar warmth building up in your stomach. You came suddenly and moaned out his name. You laid there in the aftershocks. You got up to go to the bathroom. Panic arose when you saw that Ethan was home and was sitting in the living room on his phone. Fuck, had he heard everything? You thought to yourself. Your cheeks flushed and you sulked back to your room. 

Later that day, Ethan was taking a shower. “Oh, God.” you thought to yourself but you had left your phone charger in there earlier. “Fuck, you scared me.” Ethan said. “Sorry,” you said trying to grab your charger. You were only wearing a t-shirt and a black lace thong. You bent over and saw him checking you out through the see through glass. “Wanna join?” he smirked. “Yep he had definitely heard everything.” you thought. “Um,” your face turned red. “Fuck, just get in here. Leave your panties on.” You obliged. He pushed you against the wall. “I heard you today. I heard you moaning my name.” he smirked. “What?” you asked. “What were you imagining? I gotta ask.” he giggled. “I was imagining you fucking me. Is there really any other explanation necessary?” “C’mon I need details.” “I can show you better than I can tell.” you smiled straddling him. You kissed him deeply, feeling the warm water washing over you. He grabbed the back of your thighs and started kissing your neck. You moaned his name. “We really didn’t need the water, your panties were already wet.” “Fuck you.” “Yeah that’s what I’m trying to do.” You laughed and kept kissing him. His hands reached for your panties to pull them off. He threw them over the glass door. He moved down and started kissing your nipples. He kissed down your stomach and started kissing your thighs. His tongue tracing from your knee all the way up to your pussy lips. He did the same to your other thigh. “Ethan” you moaned. He smiled up at you. He started kissing your pussy lips and licked near your entrance. He moved his tongue along the sides and moved his way up to your clit. He started kissing your clit. You bucked your hips for more pressure. He wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking. You moaned out and he fingered you. 

You felt the water mix with your wetness. You came on his fingers and he came up to kiss you. “The water’s getting cold, do you wanna move to my room? Or what was the scenario you were imagining earlier?” Your eyes widened and you shoved him. “I mean I’ve always fantasized about fucking you in your Tesla but I wouldn’t wanna get your car wet.” “That’s why you always want me to drive you around.” You smiled. “Your room sounds good.” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. You stepped out of the shower and he dried you off with a towel. He laid another dry towel on the bed. You laid down and he got some lotion. “Gotta stay moisturized.” You reached your hand out. “Nah, lay back, let me.” You laid back on his bed. He rubbed some lotion on your shoulders and down your arms. He rubbed your hands and started massaging your fingers. “Rub it in on your tits.” You obliged. “Fuck.” he said. He rubbed the extra lotion up your chest and down your stomach. He squirted some more lotion into his hands and rubbed some on your inner thighs. You moaned out. He rubbed more down your legs, massaging your calves. You laid on your stomach. He went to go wash his hands and got some more lotion. He rubbed your shoulders and back. He ran his thumbs along the sides of your back. He rubbed some lotion on your ass, giving it a smack. He rubbed the backs of your legs. “Now where were we in the shower?” He reached between your legs and started rubbing your clit. With his other hand, he moved your hair to the side and started kissing your neck. “Do you like it from the back?” “Mmm” You moaned, feeling yourself making a mess on his hand. “Spread your legs more.” He kissed down your back and kissed your clit. He ran a stripe from your clit up to your slit. “Ethan” you moaned out. He kept licking slow, long licks. Your face squished into the mattress in bliss. He sucked on your clit and made you come again. He grabbed both of your hands and entered you. Your mouth gaped open at his size. He started with slow strokes and gripped your hands. He ran his hand down your back and started rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your pussy was already so wet from your first two orgasms. His grip tightened on your wrist and he groaned in your ear. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much…” He breathed out. “S’okay. I’m close to.” Your eyes closed as your third orgasm overcame you. His thumb kept rubbing your clit and you felt him come inside you. He pulled out and brushed your hair out of your face as you turned back to face him. “Did that live up to what you were thinking about earlier?” “Definitely.” You said as you leaned in to cuddle him.

[purplecantaloupe]

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