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spiffydolan · 7 years ago

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Hey so since you did such a GREAT job describing Ethan's hands...how do u feel about his thighs. Personally his hands, lips, and eyes are my favorite!🌹

ngl I’ve always been into tall soccer boys, because they have cute, skinny legs. But then Grayson came along and really fucked me up with his thiccc thighs… but this post is not about Grayson. Nope. We are here for Ethan, and I’ve found a happy medium with Ethan’s thighs.

- I think his thighs, really his legs in general, have the perfect amount of hair. That’s such a weird thing to even say… like it’s not too much, but it’s definitely there. He’s defff a man.- He’s definitely got muscle there too, but it’s not overly present. I like that type.- I really really love all of his tattoos, especially some of the new ones. I love the hand with the nails scratching – this would be a pretty accurate representation of me, I believe. 😂- I love the idea of having them on his thigh, because they are easy to coverup if they need to be. Not that he has to worry about covering them up for work necessarily, but for example: my dad is suuuuper against tattoos. My dad could easily just not know about Ethan’s tattoos (not forever, but just until he decides he likes Ethan. I think he could accept the tats at that point.)- But even aside from that, I like that it’s not flashy and all over his arms ya know. That’s just not my personal preference. They go all the way up his thigh and it would be kind of a personal thing, like not many people get to look at them like I do 😏- I’ll be honest, I don’t have many thoughts about his thighs that aren’t a bit racy… so let’s just get right into it.

- So I can just kinda imagine being everywhere and just wanting to grab any piece of him I can. That sounds weird; allow me to elaborate. I would just want to be able to feel him all the time, like even just standing close to him and our arms or legs brush up against each other or like holding his hand, his arm, or his thigh ya know. - I can see him coming home with a new tattoo on one of his thighs. I’m honestly fascinated by any tattoos, anywhere… but especially on my mans. I can see him showing it off to me and me just staring at it for a while, wanting to graze my fingers along it, but not wanting to hurt him because it’s still fresh. (now that I’m thinking about it… I don’t think it would actually hurt to touch it… but idk man. I don’t have any ha) He’d explain the deeper meaning behind it which is bound to blow me away. - I can’t necessarily say this with certainty, but I think I’m really into teasing. I would literally have loads of fun teasing Ethan. He would definitely tease me too, and I’d hate it but also love it. - I think it would absolutely eat Ethan alive if we were at dinner with friends and I sneakily gripped his thigh under the table (in all fairness, he probably started it first). I would lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, and whisper something about how I couldn’t wait to be alone with him and idk something about riding his thigh. I’d notice him swallow deeply at my comment, and I would just kinda smirk to myself and move my hand upwards a little bit.

There were many things I didn’t know about until I joined the fandom. Suddenly I was hit by a bus filled with filthy minded, but nonetheless lovely, people obsessed with two kids from Jersey. I’ve learned a lot of knew things since joining 😂 Thigh riding would be one of those things.

- I can imagine going on a nice Sunday afternoon drive, just to get out of the city for a bit. I could see his tattoos peaking out from under his shorts, and at some point I would just graze my fingers over them. (You can hate on his tattoos all you want, but oof I love them. They do things to me.) And I mean if I’m feelin’ it, I’d probably run my hand higher under his shorts. whoops can’t explain further than that. I’d look up at his face, noticing his clenched jaw and heavy breathing. He’d immediately find a place to pull over and pull me onto his lap. Thigh riding is bound to ensue at this point. - idk it’s difficult to really explain how I feel about his thighs without feeling too uncomfortable hahah- Overall I would just love to grab his thigh(s) when we’re at places that we can’t necessarily do things, just to get under his skin. I think that would be one of his biggest weaknesses. And ofc thigh riding. One of both of our weaknesses

LIKE C’MON. YOU CAN’T TELL MY YOU DON’T WANNA

RIDE THOSE THIGHS MM

I really liked thinking about this, but I hate I couldn’t go into much detail. Just not super duper comfortable ya know. But I know you can use your imagination. Also, sorry I wrote this is first person :/ I usually try to say “you” instead of “I” but this is so opinionated lol hope it’s okee with ya 💙

Here’s a nice blurb of Ethan’s eyes, courtesy of @california-grethanHere’s the link to my thoughts on his handsSo I guess that only leaves one thing left 😏 his lips asdfjlk coming soon

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vinylhazza · 3 years ago

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hey baby i know you probably have a lot to do and concepts but i’m just so amazed at the way you write that i felt the need to ask you for this concept. I just want you to write and vividly describe a good fuck with gray and just having mind blowing orgasm idk i just think you would write some reallllyy hot things w this. ( also sorry if i had any errors english is not my first language hehe ok byee) love u morgan. i always appreciate all of ur work🤍🤍🤍 no pressure if u don’t wanna do this

pairing: grayson dolan x f!reader

warnings: degradation, fingering, oral sex (female receiving ), PinV sex

to have your back pressed against his front door, graysons knee rubbing you torturously between your legs, his hand wrapped securely around your throat, his lips assaulting yours with vicious fervor, his low moans music to your ears — it was your strange idea of heaven.

“bratty little bitch-“ he breathes into your mouth now, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth before his tongue is swirling with yours again “-always have something to say.”

his crude words send a shiver running down your spine, sparking up that side only he gets to see. sure you’d cause an unnecessary argument in a very crowded club where he couldn’t punish you like he’d wanted to right away, but to be called a bratty bitch? it was like christmas. you love when he gets mean with you.

you were just so needy for him and instead of coming home to show you some much needed attention after his latest business trip with ethan, he was dragging you to that stupid fucking club where you had to admire his new haircut and five o’clock shadow like you weren’t soaking your panties. you had clenched your thighs together all night, trying to relieve some of the pressure pulsing around your clit - but it was useless. you needed him.

shaking your head you turn your face away with a smile, eyes shimmering, chest swelling with that same feeling of accomplishment, knowing how much he hates when you reject his kisses. “i’m not a brat.”

you’re so close to what you want. so close to that hard fucking you can’t stop thinking about. just at your fingertips, dangling like meat to a tiger. ferocious you did feel, ready to devour him after waiting so long.

growling at your clear display of defiance, he grabs at your chin tight with his fingers to tug your lips back to his, mashing yours now with a frustrated grunt. tugging at your bottom lip yet again, you feel the slickness of his tongue teasing at the reddening skin - testing the waters. he knows you love the slow burn of his foreplay, the way he can electrify every touch against your skin, make your head cloudy with lust only for him.

“you are and you love that you can make me this mad. love that i take you back home and split you in half with my dick because i can, because you deserve it, because you need me.” he mocks you with a grin, humming these words as his lips ghost over yours, his forehead pressed against you, his eyes staring right through you - black pits of desire.

“what makes you think you’re the only one that can fuck me right, huh gray? what about seth? i’m sure he’d love to have a go at this while you’re away-“ your sly comment is quickly stifled by graysons fingers being stuffed in your mouth, warm against your tongue.

you moan around his digits, sucking the best you can and slicking your tongue on the underside of them, batting your eyelashes innocently. he watches your pathetic attempt to please him with a sickeningly sweet smile of his own, his hips now rolling against yours.

he jives his hips forward, front pressing to yours again and again, the friction pulling his own eyebrows down in an endearing pout you have the sudden urge to kiss away.

you can feel how hard he’s grown through his pants and what it must be doing to him that you’re giving him this power over your body. he lives for this shit — the nights he can be as rough as he wants and knows you want it all. the material is much too tight now, increasingly obvious to him now that he’s got you home and your throat in his hand. he watches you eye his package with a hum of understanding.

“seth touches this pussy and you’re both dead, you understand?” his breath is hot on your ear, his hands greedy on your hips, fingers digging into the flesh. his words are possessive, his tone firm and unwavering. it leaves no room for argument.

when you can’t find the strength to nod or even whimper at his words he’s grabbing at your throat again and slamming you gently back against the door, dark eyes trained on you. “do you understand me?”

when words fail you, tilting your chin up to seal your lips is answer enough, and you work your lips against his to show just how much you love hearing him so angry over the thought of another mans hands touching you. seth is a good friend, one that tries to flirt too much to no avail, but no one you would want especially with the way grayson is everything you’d ever need, want, desire and more.

Grayson has seen too many times the way he friends take longing looks in your direction, staking a peak when they think he isn’t looking. he’s always looking, clearing his throat when he energy shift from innocent to something he’s not okay with.

winding your hands into his fluffed up brown hair, you pull his face harder against yours, sighing against his lips, licking at the chapstick taste you’d left behind on his lips. strawberries and cream. on his trip he would think of the familiar taste and smile, he just wanted you close all the time even if it wasn’t realistic. you, you, and only you always. the thought of it has him sighing as well, sinking into your touch with his hands on either side of your face.

“did you miss me, baby?” he smiles at your hands in his hair, feeling for the first time all night that he had you all to himself, not shared between your friends and the music. “i missed these lips, missed your perfume, missed your silly pajamas, fuck even missed your attitude.”

“mmm, missed you gray” nodding, your arms wrap around his neck in a hug, chest pressed flat against his, back arched to be as close as physically possible.

your hips are moving against the leg between your thighs, the dull ache low in your tummy growing with the friction of his dress pants working against the material of your thong. you needed more, just something more, anything more.

knowing you need more than a rub through fabric, you feel his strong arms picking you up and wrapping your bare legs around his waist, your dress bunched up at your hips. feeling the heat of him radiating through your panties and to your center was maddening, a low purr settled at the back of your throat, obviously ready for him.

“this what you wanted?” grayson growls just then, fingers working at your zipper and yanking it down your back himself, ready to sink himself in you after far too long. against every nerve in his body, he decides he’s going to tease you just a bit more, get you as wet as he can, make you suffer for being the brat he loves to tame.

“just wanted you,” your whiny voice is his favorite, pathetic and messy and raw. “wanted you all the time.”

instead of answering, he’s tossing you onto the bed with a huff, finally marching you both down the hallway where he can see all of you in the lamplight. he’s looking down on you from the end of the bed, tugging his shirt off of his shoulders and undoing his own zipper even though he knows you love to do it for him, smirking at the way your hungry eyes follow his agonizingly slow movements.

your doe eyes watch him happily and you could just bounce with joy at how easy it was for you to wrap him around your finger.

you’re thoughts are quickly silenced when he speaks again, amber eyes stern.

“show me what you did when i was away, i know you played with that little pussy. can’t control yourself even for a few days,” graysons grumbles to himself, eyes on you while he tosses away his pants, stroking himself languidly. he’s stripped completely now, sweaty even now from the reality of the situation. you’re here, willing, begging, ready.

his hard eyes burn your skin, flames licking across your nerves until you find your own hands removing the unzipped dress from your body inch by inch to leave you in your matching bra and panty set - blush pink and exactly what he didn't need to see in order to stick to his plan of being patient.

grayson groans at the sight of you, angelic and blushing atop his sheets that haven’t been touched in two weeks. he wants to reach out and caress the skin of your stomach, soft and supple, rip your bra down and take one of your budding nipples in his mouth, suck a mark into your neck, but refrains for the sake of the tension building. he wants to see just how bad you want his hands on you, how bad you want him to touch you.

having him watch you was enough to making you obey his orders, submissively nodding up to him.

slipping your thumbs under the band of your tiny little number, you slowly drag the fabric across the skin of your legs and around the high heels still strapped around your ankles.

embarrassed that you forgot them, you reach for the clasp hastily, trying fumble around with it until you hear his deep voice rumble from the end of the bed again- stopping you.

“leave them on.”

looking at him quizzically, you remove your hands slowly, instead moving around your back to unclip your bra to swing it onto the floor, now bare chested and breathless from him watching you.

the hungry look in his eyes gives you a boost of confidence, spreading yourself open and trailing your hand down your stomach to your bundle of nerves you rub gentle circles on - staring into his eyes and challenging him to come closer. you drag a finger through your slick, spreading it around until the sound of your fingers hits your ears and makes you blush. you were so wet, humiliatingly wet.

“that all you do? rub yourself all soft and shit?” he smirks, still steadily stroking his own cock arrogantly. he has nothing to be ashamed of, he knows how badly you wanted him inside of you, and you weren’t getting anything until you gave him exactly what he wanted.

tweaking an eyebrow at his mockery, you find your ring and middle finger inching inside of you now, finger fucking yourself in front of him with soft pants and whines. fire spreads in your belly, and you stoke the embers with every thrust of your own wrist. you fight to keep your eyes open, remembering the times he gave in from eye contact alone, and wondered - hoped - it would work in your favor this time.

the squelching sound of your dripping cunt has grayson throwing his head back with an agonized groan, a rumble that has your wrist working faster, his own hand tugging in quick strokes. he dips another hand down to play with his balls, closing his eyes and thinking if your manicured hands doing it instead, thrusting into his fist quicker yet.

wanton moans tumble from your lips, already so close to the place that makes you see stars, but holding back at the promise of him fucking you to pieces. he hates to see you so clearly struggling, but loves to hear you beg too much to stop himself from the strain he’s putting you through. his pretty little girl, pistoning her fingers inside her own cunt just by the sight of him jerking his own cock - a whore just for him.

“I want- I need-” you whine, fucking yourself faster but not enough to make the warm ball of pressure explode like you want so desperately.

he can see the desperation in the way your eyebrows knit together, and the way your other hand reaches around to toy with your clit, your eyes shutting despite your fight to keep them open, mouth agape.

“you need what, honey? want me to make it all better, huh? you want daddy to make it better?” he mocks you still, speaking in hushed tones due to the own pleasure spreading throughout his body from his own movements around his cock. he tightens his fist, thumb rubbing at the pre-cum leaking from his slit. sucking in a sharp brush through his teeth, he shakes with sensitivity - mind racing with thoughts of your tight pussy and how It would feel to give in and sink inside you to the hilt.

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