#ethan dolan smut

[starryeyedadmirer]

Ethan Dolan: The Gym

-Ethan x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Bodily Gasses, Smells/Odors, Exhibition/Public Favor(s), Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’re at the gym with Ethan, having just finished working your body out, for the first time in years. You’re ready to go home — eager to walk out of the glass-paneled doorway, with your legs and arms still intact — but Ethan insists on staying on the machines a little while longer. Somehow, Ethan ends up fucking himself up during his extended workout… and he’s left with a huge water-belly, to show for his mistake. He’s in need of relief and satisfaction — NOW — and you’re forced to take the extra time, to help him find some relief. Public favors aren’t really your thing… but for Ethan, you’d do anything in front of a crowd — no matter how many eyes may be on you.

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Your grueling, hour-long workout with Ethan is finally over, and you're feeling completely wrecked. Having just gone through the most physical activity you've had to do since 10th grade P.E. — about 50 push-ups, 20 pull-ups, and about a dozen sit-ups — your body is screaming at you, begging you to take a breather. You haven't worked out in years, not even done so much as gone for a brief jog, and yet, after watching Ethan breeze through his strenuous routine as if it were nothing, you can't help but to feel inadequate in comparison to him — without a single valid excuse as to why you're so out of shape. You just want to curl up into a big ball and nod off to sleep — like the embarrassed, lazy sack of shit that you are — but much to your chagrin, Ethan insists on suffering through another thirty minutes of physical activity, and you've got no choice but to stay by his side.

"C'mon, man," He pleads, looking on from his treadmill as you begin to pack up your tattered gym bag, "I just got into my flow! I know we only agreed to be here for an hour, but can we stay for a couple more minutes? Thirty at most! I swear we won't be much longer!"

"No, Ethan," you answer him, "I'm sweaty, I'm gross, and I'm fucking tired. I just wanna go home and sleep right now, okay. You can come back here once you drop me off at your place." With the old wash rag you borrowed from his bathroom, you wipe your forehead dry, and toss your bag over your shoulder. "C'mon, E. Let's go!"

"You don't have to do anything else if you stay," he whines, "Promise. You can chill while I finish up. Just sit down and watch me run for a while... just to cool off... then we can go, I swear."

Although every bit of your being is begging you to walk away from him, you angrily take a seat on the cold linoleum floor, and watch impatiently as he continues to run on the machine. "Okay, whatever," you grumble, doing your best to keep your composure as your spirit boils over with rage, "We can stay... but, for the record, I'm only here because I don't feel like walking back to the house. My legs are burning."

As you watch him workout, something about the way he jogs captivates you. Maybe it's his chest, how it moves as he takes each stride — up and down as if his pecs are filled with a semi-solid gelatin — or his butt, and how it stays perfectly firm with each impact his feet make on the running belt... whatever it may be, it keeps you somewhat entertained as you wait for him to wrap up, and calms you down with a steady ease. In your muscle-induced trance, you stare at Ethan's beefy hands as he yanks his water bottle out of the cupholder on the arm of the machine, slugs it down, and puts the bottle back in its place. "Alright," he sighs, stepping off from the treadmill, "Thats enough of that. I think I'm gonna call it quits early. I'm not feeling too well, all of a sudden."

His muscles no longer bouncing before your eyes, you find yourself free from his sweaty entrancement and eager to finally get home, to get the rest you need... but as Ethan makes his way over to his bag, you notice that something about him is... off. He looks ill — sickly, and almost green in the face — and he walks with a bit of a hunch. "What's up with you," you ask, "Push yourself too hard? D'you pull a muscle in your back, or something?"

With his workout bag hanging from his palm, he waddles over to you, struggling to stand up straight. "Nah. I think I just drank too much water a second ago. Shouldn't have gulped down that much as quickly as I did. I'll be fine, I just need to burp or something."

Concerned, you stand up from the floor and offer him your shoulder for support. He's heavier on your arm than usual, and his armpits smell completely rancid — but none of that matters to you... you'll suffer the smell of his b.o. for a few minutes if it means that you finally get to leave the gym. "H—How's this," you ask, "You comfortable? I don't wanna cause you any more pain than you're already in, E. I heard that your stomach could pop if you drink a ton... Grayson told me that once. Let me know if it gets to be too much for you. I can drive you home if you need."

"Too much for me?" He scoffs, suddenly letting his fragile ego get the best of him. "Fuck that! I'm not the one who almost passed out after one measly hour of cardio, dude... I think I can deal with a little bit of pain! You know better than to listen to Gray! He's got no idea what he's talking about." His damaged pride providing him a second wind, Ethan yanks his arm off of you with all the strength he can muster, and starts hobbling toward the locker room on his own. "I'm going to get the rest of my stuff," he calls out, panting like a sick dog, "I'll be right back."

His sudden outburst catches you off guard... it wasn't at all the reaction you were expecting when you offered him your help. He's always had a bit of an ego problem, but you wouldn't have ever guessed it would get the better of him at a time like this, when he's so obviously suffering. You know how it fills to be full of water — to be burdened with that sloshy, bloated feeling... like you could vomit at any moment — it's not pleasant. He needs your support right now... far more than he may think he does.

With not a single idea of what else to do in your mind, you run into the locker room after him... only to find him leaned helplessly against his locker, holding onto his stomach for dear life, and fighting to calm his heavily labored breath. "Oh my god," you shout, running to his side, "I thought you said you could deal with the pain, E! What the fuck! Are you okay?"

Awaiting an answer, you throw his arm across your shoulders once again, and prop him up on his own two feet. The sour smell of manly b.o. seizes your nostrils almost instantaneously — wafting from his hairy, sweat-soaked armpits — overwhelming you with its stench. Its almost as if the muggy atmosphere in the locker-room air has amplified its might somehow — provided it with just the right amount of humidity, and mixed it with the stench of a dozen other men — making it almost unbearable to inhale. Despite the strength of his body odor, you do your best to ignore it... holding your breath like you're under water. "Fuck," you mumble to yourself, "You smell like shit."

Ethan's stomach gurgles with an incredible tremor — sounding as though it's about to explode — and drops inside him as soon as he stands upright... and then, to the surprise of you both, he lets out the biggest burp you've ever heard in your life. It's a deep, eruptive force of wind, like you've never heard before... not from him, at least.

"BRUUUUHTT! Mmm-hmm... I'm fine," he answers, pushing you down onto an empty bench, "See? It was just a little... URRRP... gas, just like I said." With the stench of his body — drenched in sour sweat — ripe in the air, and his belch swirling around your face, you feel like you could pass out. You've dealt with dozens of ungodly odors before, that have all come out of him, but this one definitely ranks high on the list of his worst... it's absolutely sickening.

"What the fuck," you yell, "Why'd you-... woah, Ethan! Have you seen your stomach? It's huge! No wonder you feel so awful! Just look at you!" Staring up from your seat on the bench, you come face to face with his hugely distended gut — gawking right at it. He looks as though he's got a big balloon sat inside him... over-inflated, and tight... quite the opposite of his usual, defined abs. He doesn't say a single word in response — instead, turning to his locker, and digging around for something inside the messy compartment. He smells so bad with his back to you... even worse than he did just a few seconds ago. It seems that his foul musk just keeps growing stronger in the stuffy locker room air — and with the thick, sappy sweat running down from his shoulders, collecting at the small of his back, and pooling up in his ass crack, you're down wind for some foul stuff.

"Here it is." He grunts, yanking a plain gray T-shirt out from his overcrowded storage space — his stinking ass jiggling around in your face. "I thought I took it home with me yesterday, but it's still here. We can leave once I put it on." He turns back toward you, trying his hardest to pull it down over his water-belly — but no matter how hard he tugs at the cloth, it just won't go. "Shit! C'mon. No way, it doesn't fit."

"What do you mean, it doesn't fit? You literally wore that shirt yesterday, right?"

"Yeah, and it fit me just fine. What the fuck!"

Rising up from your seat, you take hold of either side of the end of his T-shirt, and start yanking at it as hard as you can... but even with all your might, you're unable to pull it down over his gut. "This isn't gonna work," you tell him, running your hand along his sweat-covered belly, "Just wear the shirt you came here in, it's pretty loose, right? It should cover you fine."

The surface of his belly is super taut underneath your hand... and yet, it's somewhat doughy to the touch. You can feel every ounce of liquid that he guzzled down — all sloshing around inside him, just below his thick skin — like his gut has become a big water balloon, with a thick rubber lining.

"Yeah," he reluctantly answers you — easing up to your gentle hand, "It should fit me. Fuck! I really shouldn't have drank so much after the treadmill... that was such a stupid thing to do. I feel like I'm fucking pregnant... with a fucking water baby!"

"Yeah, you are," you laugh, sitting back down, "I'd say at least seven months... with twins!" Your butt rested on the bench, you give his belly a couple of love taps — slapping it with your open hands, and socking it with a tight fist — and plant a friendly kiss just above his belly button. "Doesn't look bad on you, ya know. You carry them well."

As if it were on queue — like he knew exactly how to ruin the moment — Ethan rests a single hand on his stomach, and rips out a nasty fart. "Oops," he chuckles, "My bad. Ya know, I just finished running, so... that's probably gonna happen a lot. You know how it is." He smells like shit... like he's had an accident in the back of his shorts... a stench that could burn the hairs out of anyone's nose. Notes of decaying cabbage and old meat substitute products invade the air around you... creating a low-flying cloud of vegan fetor. You've encountered many a nasty fart from him over the years... but just like the stink of his b.o., this time is like nothing you've ever smelled before.

"Don't explain, man... it's fine, E... it's fine." You reply, trying not to breathe. "Just... do whatever you have to do to feel better. Want me to rub your tummy for you? I don't know if it'll help... but it—" You can't even finish asking your question before Ethan forces his stomach against your head — plunging your face nose-first into his shallow, foul-smelling belly button.

"Yeah, sure." He interrupts you, chuckling still. "That definitely helps." You can hear his bellowing laughter rumbling within the pit of his gut... it's like there's a big, booming drum, sat deep inside him.

He runs his hand along the back of your head, then grabs at the nape of your neck, and pulls it away from his body — yanking you out from the rotten hole. "What the fuck, Ethan!" You gasp — free to take in a full breath. "You fucking stink! Don't do that!"

"Okay... okay! It was just a joke... it's not that serious." He mutters, pushing himself hard against your face, yet again — this time, just to spite you. "Besides, there's no way I could possibly smell worse than you... as out of shape as you are. Look at you... MMMPH... drenched in sweat, like a big fatass. I bet you couldn't jog from here, to the front entrance, and back, without getting winded. What's a little stink gonna do?"

Your nostrils still lodged within the reeking depths of his navel, you take a big sniff, and free yourself once more. "You calling me a fatass, Ethan?" You squawk. "Seems like the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think? I bet I could do laps around this place... if I really wanted to... but... I don't. And anyway, you look like you're carrying twin water-babies right now. You're the fattest son of a bitch here! And, like I said, you stink. You need to clean your fucking belly button! It smells like shit! I feel like I've been pushed nose-deep into a dumpster. The only reason I'm still touching this thing is because you're so weak... and — me being a good person and all — I can't be rude to someone who's so clearly pregnant." Resting your chin against his belly, you give it a playful nibble, and begin to rub on it again — having said your piece.

"Alright... touché. Well, uh... since you're such an upstanding person, who's good to folks in my, uh... situation... why don't you help me feel a little better? Huh? I'm so weak, and so stinky, and so... pregnant, right? I'm in need of some care."

"Fine." You snicker, your mouth pressed softly to his skin. "Just as soon as we get back to your place, I'll help you pass this bloating. I'll do anything, E. Shit, I'll wait on you hand and foot if that's what you want. Now, get your stuff together, and let's go. My legs are killing me... I don't think I'll be able to walk by the end of the day."

"I'm good." He replies, watching lazily as you continue to rub his stomach. "As great as that sounds... you waiting on me, and all... I don't think I can move right now. I feel so heavy, ya know... like I got a tub of water inside me. And even if I could move... I'm not gonna head back out there looking like this. If you're going to help me feel better, you gotta do it here. How about giving the babies a few kisses? I don't know about them, but that'd make me feel a lot better."

His eyes heavy, Ethan shoots you a wicked grin... waiting patiently for you to follow his orders. It's almost as if he's got something else in mind... and alternative goal, that he won't divulge on just yet. You've always known him to be an unserious, jokey guy... but now — for the first time in years — it seems like he's trying to cross a line with you... wavering between his odd sense of humor, and a subtle perversion. It's just like that old saying goes — give a man an inch; he'll try to go the full mile... and Ethan's a real limit pusher. "You did say that you'd do anything, right? Go ahead, kiss 'em. Help their daddy out."

"What?" You question him, surveying the room with shifting eyes — in search of any unlucky bystanders. "That's... that's sick, Ethan! What's wrong with you?" Seeing that the washing-up area is full of showering men, you lower your voice to a near-whisper, and lean in closer to his body — doing your best not to be heard by anyone. "There are people in here, and cameras all over the place. Someone could see us! Let's just go back to your house! Please? I swear, I'll do whatever you want."

"So what?" He grunts, his naughty smile twisting into a stern grimace. "A few wandering eyes never hurt anyone before. We're in a men's locker room, dude... I promise you, worse shit has happened in here. Last week, I fully saw a guy getting his dick sucked over by the trash can. Don't worry." As if to add a final punctuation to his uncaring dismissal of your wariness, he rips out another long, foul fart — shaking the room like an earthquake as the wind escapes his bowels. It's clear from the smell alone that he's still feeling ill... despite his crooked expression — the sickly odor is more than enough to nullify his unworried front. "Nobody's gonna care if they catch us. Just... c'mon!"

Growing agitated, Ethan reaches for one of your hands — grabbing it with a startling force — and buries your pointer finger deep within the putrid shallows of his belly button. "Go ahead," he commands you, "Move it around. Make good on your promise... right here." With a slow, heavy hand, he begins to wriggle the digit around — running it along every ridge and bump that his navel has to bare. He's silent for a brief while... enjoying every moment of your firm touch... then — suddenly — he lets go of your hand, leaving you to explore the shallow hole on your own. "See? It's not so hard, is it? Go on."

The sweaty, shallowed hole clicking and squelching against the tip of your still finger, his thick sweat quickly encases it with a slimy, putrid film. It's an odd sensation... the consistency of the viscous fluid, as it drips from your fingertip... and yet, it's warmth comforts you as it leaks from his feverishly hot flesh.

"No. No, it's not." You mutter to yourself, giving in to his incessant coercion — your gaze being met with his, in an awkward stare-down. "I guess I could... help you out. You... and the babies."

Reluctant, you slowly begin to pleasure him, by your own, nervous volition — fingering his belly button with a steady motion. Though you're still a bit uncomfortable with the idea of performing such an act in a public space, you somewhat enjoy having his eyes on you as you play around inside of his umbilical hole — seeing the fiery lust in his stare, and his bottom lip folding under his teeth. The mere sight of his pleasure is all it takes to change your mind... to convince you that what you're doing is fine, and that Ethan was right; nobody will care if they see you. Compared to what he saw last week what you're doing is tame... far less indecent. You'd let him watch you like this all day if you could — gawk at you, with those sultry eyes of his — though, in a perfect world, you'd be performing other, dirtier favors for him.

"Mmm... that's good," he moans, pushing out another huge fart, "Sorry." He knows exactly what he's doing — violating your nostrils with such a rancid odor... getting his rocks off, as you satisfy his perverted desire — and, although his airy transgression is inexcusable, you can't help but to revel in it... to keep exploring, eagerly, as you inhale the great stench of his nasty 'mistake.'

"Wow," you gasp, "You smell awful, E! That's foul! And I think... I think I'm starting to like it. The way you stink... your strong body. Look at your pecs and your stomach, they're perfectly round! Mmm... and they smell bad too... manly, like your sweat."

"Oh yeah. I'm so gross and gassy after my workout. Hey... if you like my pecs so much, how bout you... give 'em a suck. Help me out, here."

Without hesitation, you sit up straight on the bench and begin to tease his nipple with your tongue — licking on it, until you feel comfortable enough to take it between your lips. Flowing out of him like breast milk, your mouth fills up with sweat... the salty, bittersweet juice. "You taste so good, Ethan. My mouth is already so full of you."

"Is it, now?"

"Yeah. Full of your delicious sweat... no... your milk. Is this what you'll feed your babies with? Have I had the first taste?" You begin to trace your tongue in a triangular pattern, all around his body — beginning with both of his nipples, and going down to his belly button — coating all three areas in your spit. "It's liquid gold."

Ethan shivers, and places his hand on either side of his gut — rubbing it as he moans, "Yeah, you are. My milk is all yours. Keep going... just like that." His deep voice slowly turns into a series of aggressive grunts, and his body loses control, letting go of more wind. He's so sexy to you — all big and gassy... his belly sloshing around as he plays along with your pregnancy talk — but as much as you want to take things further — pull down his pants and go to town right in the middle of the locker room, until he gives a long, airy birth to the twins — you simply can't work up the nerve to do so... not here.

Who knows what must've happened to those guys last week? If Ethan saw them, the three of them couldn't have been alone in the room. They had to have faced some drastic consequences. What became of the devious couple?

Discouraged from going any farther, you continue to cover his sweaty body in your saliva — looking around the room once more.

"Oh my god," Ethan wails, throwing his head back as you flick your tongue around inside his navel, "that's amazing. Keep goi-... wait, did you hear that?" Frightened, you immediately remove your mouth from the sour hole and look around, only to hear a disembodied voice yell, "There they are! The two perverts in the locker room! The pregnant guy, and his weird sub!"

As quickly as they left your body, all of the feelings of worry and suspicion rush back into your body... filling you with a terrible anxiety.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! We gotta get out of here, E! This is the last time I EVER let you rope me into something!" As quickly as you can, you rise to your feet and pull Ethan's shirt from his bag — dropping it over his stomach. This time, it fits around his bloated figure — unlike his last one — and covers his well-lathered belly. "Let's go! Go! Go!"

The two of you walk swiftly out of the gym, hiding Ethan's gut behind his bag as you speed past a muscly security guard... a gigantic brute, that you're almost certain wasn't in the building before.

What if those guys from last week ran into him? No doubt they were beaten to a pulp.

Exploring his body was fun while it lasted, but now, you've got to get out of dodge — and make it to the safety of his car. Your fun will just have to continue at home... where the two of you can be alone.

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[elitegrayson]

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

Featuring: Ethan x reader 

Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, swearing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perfect.” He smirks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just cheated on your boyfriend with his brother.

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

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[livexdolan]

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

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

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[exclusivedolan]

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

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[butdjgn]

Mr. sweet boy (aka Ethan Dolan)

Ugh why is he so hdjdbjebsjddv you know?? In the fall time he is always the most affectionate to you. Maybe it’s the whether but he just like being close to you and making more memories with you. He takes you out on dates and finds a way to see you no matter where he is at or what you guys are going through. He can’t stand being apart from you.

You guys recently got into a fight about how Ethan took a picture with one of his fans. You guys agreed it was for the fandom and to not think to much of it. I mean the twins are attractive so girls are gonna be all over them… but at the same time it’s not fair to you. your in your bed watching one of the twins videos on your computer. Your phone rings randomly, he’s calling. You stare at his name with anger and regret. A part of you wants to answer but the other part of you is thinking that this is a way of pay back. It might be petty behavior but I’m still mad at him..

The phone still ringing you pick it up slowly. You take a deep breath and answer the phone quietly. Ethan breaks the silence. “Y/n?” He says cutely. Fuck I knew I was gonna fold the moment I heard his voice. “What?” I said harshly. “Babe, please stop being mad at me..” you look down still quiet and pick at your socks cause you have nothing else to fidget with. It’s hard communicating when it comes to your feelings. It’s so much easier to just not talk about them. I mean yeah I my bottled up and I just explode when I can’t take no more but idk it’s better for me. “Well I hope you know that I love you,and also I’m coming over” you still being quiet. “I love you, be there soon” he says and hangs up slowly giving you a chance to speak.

I through my phone on the other side of the bed. You wipe your tears from your face not knowing why you were doing so. You hurry and tidy up your room but not completely but just enough to let him think your still clean when your dirty ;). About 20 minutes later he knocks on the door. You open the door and look up at him with your watery eyes. He notices your eyes and wipes your tears away and kisses your forehead. He walks in and locks the front door behind him. You walk to your room still pretty mad. He follows you and closes that door behind him as well. He looks at you while taking off his shoes. You pouting on your bed, he sits next to you.

You immediately lay your head on his shoulder. He hugs your head with his hand. Your head buried in his neck. He rubs your back slowly with his other hand. He understands your emotions and your situation he knows it’s not easy. ”look y/n I know your mad and I understand that but you know that I do it for them. they pay me and Graysons bills, they bought me a house, they bought us the dates that we never thought we would’ve gotten on” you start crying quietly feeling regret starting a fight with him in the first place. “Don’t cry my love, look, he sighs. If you want me to stop with it then I will if it means to keep us together but you have to communicate these things with me calmly. I can’t stand fighting with you y/n” you pull away sniffing your nose. You both make eye contact. You stare at his eyes but then his lips. You rush into a slow passionate kiss. And soon pull away. “Just don’t show them how you kiss” you said. He smiles at you “never” he says softly with a smirk pulling in for another kiss.

OKLKAHASYHH OKAY OKAY THATS ENOUGH COUGH COUGH. Thanks for reading this fan fic I wanted to show how sweet and mature Ethan really is and idk this story just popped up. Ty again <3

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[rightnowyoucanttell]

Im back! Getting back into writing!

send asks!

I do smut over on @ssxbutterscotch so feel free to send all of that over there!

I write for the following;

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington (Joe Keery)

Billy Hargrove (Dacre Montgomery)

Robin Buckley

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Charlie Bradbury

Any of the Trap boys (Sam & Colby, Corey Scherer, Jake Webber, etc.)

Grayson & Ethan Dolan

But, if you'd like something written that's not on this list feel free to send it anyway, and ill try my very best!

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[strangerquinns]

Ethan Dolan Masterlist

Concepts + Blurbs

FLUFF

proud

insecure

date night

sunday cuddles

soulmate

ashamed + angst

ANGST

distance (part two)

abandoned + fluff 

best friend

near death

enemies

used + smut-ish themes

SMUT

bent over

morning sex

cockwarming

OTHER (NO THEME INPARTICULAR)

enemy to lovers

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[google1000]

Ethan Dolan Masterlist

Oldest~ Top of Section

Youngest~ Bottom Of Section

⭐️-Smut❤️-Fluff 💔-Angst 🚫-None 💙-Incorrect Quote

🪢- Polyamorous 🍷-Alcohol🩸-Blood ☠️-Death 🤰-Pregnancy

🚺- Female Character 🚹- Male Character ⚧- Gender Neutral Character

Ethan Dolan

A Bad Day Isn’t A Bad Life by DolanDolll⭐️🚺

Timid Touching by VinylHazza⭐️🚺

Bible Study by Grayson-Dolans-Dangly-Earring⭐️🚺

Incorrect Quote

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[poguesholland]

could you do some fluff with either e or g ? It’s completely fine if you don’t want to

hope you enjoyed your day/night <333

-al

This fic made me miss the twins and Emmas friendship </3

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“Hey guys, we're back!" the twins yell into the camera. They put on a funny accent, making them both burst out into laughter. You and Emma laugh from behind the camera, making yourselves known in the video.

The twins wanted both of you to do a surprise appearance, seeing as Emma was all of yours’ best friend and you were Ethan’s girlfriend. Your relationship was already public, but this would be the first video of theirs that you appeared in.

“You guys ruined the fucking intro!" Grays yells at you and Emma playfully. “Now there’s no point in it even being a surprise” Ethan shakes his head dramatically, exaggerating the disappointment in his voice.

You gasp dramatically at his ‘accusation’, putting a hand to your heart which Emma mimicks. “How dare you?” She jokes, making Grayson and Ethan chuckle. "Shut the fuck up Gray! Your intro idea sucked ass anyways!" you huff, making Emma wheeze. Both of you enter the frame, since there was no point of hiding yourselves anymore to surprise the viewers.

Ethan’s eyes look up and his lips part in admiration as he watched you move. Almost anyone would awe at the heart eyes he was giving you, that you were clearly too oblivious to see. He had this look on his face whenever he was looking at you. His eyes would focus on you and only you. His lips would part as he admired you. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the worlds, he truly was in love with you.

You go to flop down next to Ethan, entering the video frame. However, Ethan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap “E!” you squeal out in surprise, making Ethan laugh at how easily scared you were.

“S’just me baby, relax” Ethan mumbles in your ear, and you blush. You turn to meet his gaze. “Hi” you say quietly, not being able to rub the smile off your face and Ethan reciprocates it, “Hi”. He burys his head in your shoulder, just resting there, making you smile.

Emma enters the frame and makes a joke, making you all laugh. You could feel Ethan’s laugh vibrate on your skin, giving you goosebumps but the good kind. Your hand going to tangle itself in Ethan’s hair, playing with it. Whenever you played with Ethan’s hair, it was like he was putty in your hands.

Emma and Grayson start explaining what the video is about, not realizing that you and Ethan weren't paying attention. He leaves a kiss in the crook of your neck, then another on your shoulder, making you giggle and squirm. Ethan tightens his hand around your waist to keep you still, and you turn to look at him.

Your eyes meet, making a lighthearted grin appear on your faces. Your hand moves to the back of his neck to pull his head upwards, and leave a soft kiss on his lips. But of course, one tiny kiss is never enough for Ethan. So he cupped your face and tried to connect your lips once again, this time making it last.

You turned quickly, making Ethan’s lips meet your neck to which he pouted. You didn’t want to get into a full blown make out in the middle of the video. But Ethan childishly put his face in your neck again and puffed annoyedly. You laugh at his childish antics, hand going back to caress his hair.

“Well if the two lovebirds next to us are done, we’ll get on with this video now” Emma sarcastically jokes, making you and Ethan laugh. He brings his head up to rest his chin on your shoulder, “Okay okay, let’s get on with the video”. “Fucking finally” Grayson muttered, and you playfully shove him bringing out a laugh from everyone.

Ethan and you never showed pda on camera or in front of their viewers, rarely even a kiss. It was just how you two were, usually preferring to keep the details of your relationship private. So that one kiss was more than enough, and to say that the fans loved it was an understatement.

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[vinylhazza]

For Keeps (G.D)

Summary: Jesse knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it, or rather demand it. Grayson, who carries respect and dignity like a shield of armor, walks the line of being the vanilla boyfriend he always thought she’d want, or the guy that listens to the devil on his shoulder and embellishes on the fantasies that won’t leave him alone every night. There is a first for everything, a time and place to try something -- or some one new. There is a chance to set the fire in motion. He might just take it.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warning: Strong sexual content, giving head, fingering, spitting, explicit language 

          There is a first for everything.

          The first time you ride a bike, the first time you try your favorite food, the first time you win an award, the first time you hear your favorite song, the first time you talk to the person you’re meant to spend the rest of forever with, the first time you overcome your worst fear, the first time you read your favorite book, the first time you travel to a different country, the first time you have thoughts that should damn you for eternity and for some...there is even a first time for eating pussy.

         It’s an embarrassment he’d never wanted anyone to discover let alone put to the test. Sure his friends had their time to talk about their extensive knowledge on female anatomy, but whenever the topic of him and Jesse doing anything outside the box he himself had placed them in, his lips were sealed. For one thing it wasn’t their business, for two he’s not entirely sure what he would say. He knew the time would come. He didn’t view their relationship like a race and he knew Jesse didn’t either. They’d been friends for too long and knew each other too well for him to base their relationship off of sex. 

       Grayson keeps his eyes glued to his hands holding Jesse’s hips tight -- unsure of what to do now that he’s got her beneath him and wanting him to have his way with her. He knows what he wants, but doubts that he has the courage to pursue it within him. He’d watch her with careful eyes as she peeled off each article of clothing before pulling him close by his belt loop and on to the bed to kiss her rough busy day away. A picnic was nice, but his complete and undivided attention was better. Even if his eyes trailing up and down every part of her body made her nervous. 

          He’d done plenty of things with his ex before Jesse, but none of those things had involved his lips and tongue anywhere beneath the waist. Not anything like he’s inevitably about to do. 

         “Cat caught your tongue?” Jesse had snickered minutes ago, a sly smirk lacing up her ruby red lips from so much kissing -- moment’s before he’d gotten them both all hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it when he was with her, his self control falters and he’s drunk off her touch once again, swimming in a pool of despair he can’t control. All he can think about is her. Wanting her. Needing her. Touching every single inch of her velvety skin. Wanting to do things to her. Wanting her to do things to him. Things he would blush at in the future.

         Jesse was a woman with desires he’d only dreamed of women having. She was shy at times but the devil danced in her bright eyes. Grayson knew she wanted things she’d never had the guts to say out loud and things she only wanted from him alone. It all made him a fierce kind of nervous, but gave him an electrified thrill. A challenge for him to explore the workings of her body and all the ways he can make her more satisfied than she’s ever been. He didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon - and if he wanted to do her right, he had to go outside of his comfort zone for her.

         Knowing Jesse was more experienced did things to him that he couldn’t begin to hide -- but more than anything it made him jealous of every set of hands that had ever touched her skin before his. It made him reckless and competitive, focused and haughty. He was better than them, he could be better than them.

         He could rapture her into a whirlwind of pleasure that would ruin her image of every man except him, wanting no one's mouth but his, daydream of no one’s lips but his own, beg for no one else’s touch, want no one else’s hands but the ones holding her now. It wasn’t about him, this wasn’t about his pleasure for once, it was truly all about her. 

         Pulling him back into the flames, he’s burning up under her intense stare, waiting for him to do something, do anything. Anything but watch her long enough to find something less than stellar, less than grand, less than exceptional. With her fears unfolding she pulls him down for a kiss of her own, a soft feather of a thing he can feel all the way to his toes. She’d always been good at that, giving  him more to miss when she’s away. The way she hugs him close is one of those things.

         Grayson fell hard into love—which wasn’t particularly unusual for the hopeless romantic he was, but he always knew Jesse was set apart from the seasonal heartthrobs. He was truly bewitched by her creativity, wanderlust, unapologetic confidence, patience, and beauty.

         An enchantress she was, beautiful beyond anything he could ever deserve. Drop dead gorgeous with the personality to match, there wasn’t a head that didn’t turn when she walked into a room, not a man that didn’t fumble over their words at any opportunity to talk to her, not a woman who didn’t want to be her friend. Sure her beauty was undeniable, but her benevolent heart beat it all.

         He may never know why Jesse had leaned in to kiss him seven months ago save for three days in a hidden corner in Café Verona -- a quaint treasure he’d always hold dear to his heart. Fairy lights criss-crossed along the ceiling, soft Jazz waltzing with the beat of his heart, emerald green leather bench pressing into his thighs. But he’s glad she did. He’s glad she leaned in to kiss him when he’d been building up the nerve for weeks. So afraid to go there but more afraid of not knowing what would happen if he didn’t. He’s glad she took his chin in between her fingers to hold him still enough to feel her lips press to his securely, a warmth swarming in his chest where the heart shaped hole once was.

          If he flipped through the pages of his memory, he would remember a statue-like stillness about him before he sunk into her touch, caging her head in his large careful hands. Feeling the gasp she tried to hide, the smell of grapefruit shampoo and the way her flushed cheeks felt under his stroking thumbs. He would see himself fall into her, around her and through her, off the edge of the rocky cliff and into the dark blissful deep of nothing but her.

          He’d be eternally grateful she looked at him with utmost sincerity and whispered with a raw kind of intensity that he’d “driven her mad you see” -- and he’d heard it then, the brittleness of her voice because fear rattles her to the core, and she had been scared out of her mind. A crack that tracked through her careful confession and to the root of him. Jesse was scared of what he meant, what he was in terms of her heart, what he could be if she continued to kiss him the way she was.

          In that quiet moment he remembered what made her so deeply rooted in his heart: the laugh that rattled him, the soft smell of peaches and vanilla, the way she never drives without sunglasses because her mom who passed away much too early did the same, the dance she does when she finally eats the first bite of food after damn near breaking the world in half in hanger, the way she punches the roof of her car after making it through a yellow light because her best friend in high school did the same, the way she always turns her spoon upside down when eating ice cream, and the way she always has answers for everything no matter what topic, even the way she laughs entirely too hard at Family Feud. 

         For that reason alone he waited for the physical parts to come when they may. It was new and exciting sure, and he’d always loved her heart of course, but her body was uncharted territory. He was patient, yes. A gentleman guarding some assumed virtue, even if he knew better than to think she was anything but a seductress. Patient enough to tell her no when she’s had one too many drinks and not enough discipline. They’d been friends before anything else - the best of friends with a foundation of trust. He’s spent years trying to gain that trust and he vowed to keep it.

          Of course he could have been that guy on many occasions: possessive, selfish, greedy and crude. He could have played his cards and dealt his dirty hand at the wrong moment and still pulled out ahead. I mean hell, how often do guys get out of the friend-zone? But he wasn’t that guy. No matter the relationship status — they weren’t ready.

         They hadn’t been ready to cross that carefully drawn line in the sand, not until now. With the strawberry White Barn candle burning in the corner on the cluttered desk one could expect from a college student and a half full can of Arizona tea on the night stand...her face lit with a mystical kind of magic he’d only ever seen the day she leaned back after their first official kiss. 

         “Hold my hair.”

         Grayson found the words slipping off his tongue easier than they’d come all night. All he’s planned on was a simple date in the park that was tucked away and secluded from all the people that could interrupt, he’d even brought her favorite book and laid back on a soft patch of grass to listen to her melodic voice read to him. He’d planned to come back and share a peck or two while watching a new episode of Daredevil and holding her through the night. She’d had a long day full of texts to him, trying to get him to give her the okay to walk out of her low-paying job and not look back. He never planned on laying her down on his bed and caressing every inch of her skin until he was finally delving into a place he’d never been quite like this.

          He was nervous but he could do anything, be anything with her hand in his hair and her kind eyes watching him defile her. He just knew from this moment on he would have a reputation to uphold, as cocky as it sounded. He had to prove he wasn’t as lost as he felt. He felt like a virgin all over again, like he was doing something raw and real and scary. A secret only the wrinkled sheets would remind him of later.

          Her touch, her soothing him through something that frightened him has always been a crutch for him to lean on. When he got in a fight with his brother, she was there to comb through his hair and talk him through the proper apology, when he decided to change majors and had a breakdown so crippling he couldn’t breathe she rocked him through it until his breath was even once again, when he wrecked his new car on the way home from a party he never should have been at she was right there to give him a kiss on the cheek and help him call the insurance company and his erratic mother who loved her like a daughter. She led him through the rough parts of life and then some.

           He never imagined she would be leading him through something so sensual, but he needed her bringing him back to earth all the same.

          Jesse obliged with a grin of her own, feeling him shuffle down to trail a string of kisses across her torso and down to the base of her need and desire. The fireball of want burned in her stomach, turning her rational thoughts brown and charred. He was good at that, making her need him fiercely. She’d never wanted anyone so much, and even if she thinks back to past flings - she’d never been satisfied like she was with Grayson, and they’d done much less.

         “What are you thinking?” Jesse wonders, distracted by his soft supple lips and his nibbling at her hip, but wanting to hear the inner workings of his brain. Her fingers fidget, wanting to push him by his brown mop of hair down lower - just to feel him at last. She needed this distraction, she just needed his help to forget. Not that she hadn’t been waiting for months for this exact moment, there was just urgency in the way she’s stripped herself bare before him. 

          She almost expects him to wait for her direction, but jerks against him when he takes the lead all on his own. How could he not with her as his complete mercy, giving him the fuck me eyes and twisting a lock if hair around her finger? 

          Grayson thinks on that as he trails his mouth down, down, down to slick his tongue up the base of her, smirking to himself when she wiggles against him. “I’m thinking that I like you this way.”

          The contact was a shock to her nervous system and a promise of what was soon to come if she kept tempting him the way she was. She was a heathen with angel eyes. Someone infatuated with his innocence (at least he was more innocent than she) and curiosity to learn every curve and dip of her body. He made her feel powerful, unstoppable, undeniable. She craved it as much as he craved her own lips tracking across his skin - in the heat of the moment or in the still of the night.

          “Naked you mean?” She laughs then, trying to keep herself at least somewhat under control now that he’s grown some balls and taken the first step. She’s shocked momentarily that she didn’t have to practically order him into touching her.

           She grips her breasts at another bold swipe of his tongue. Rolling her hardened nipples between her fingers and tensing at the sparks flying up her center. The feeling of him spreading her open, blowing against her throbbing clit is almost too much to bear. Jesse curses then, a soft “fuck” she tries to reel back before he gets too big of a head. She knows it fell on eager ears when he delivers another bold stripe of his tongue up her center -- slow and deliberate. 

           “Unguarded,” he finally grumbles, rubbing away the goosebumps that pepper her thighs. She thinks for a moment that she could gave turned off the ceiling fan circling over top of them, but feared she might burn up if it wasn’t for the white blades blowing on her crown of hair going every which way on the pillow. 

          She ignores how right he is - that she’s never been this vulnerable with him before, but instead rolls her eyelids shut to feel him really delve into her - opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to her flat. This is just what she needed, her favorite person trying something new and succeeding at it. 

            For someone that’s never given head, he was pulling it off. He was going to ruin her.

           Glancing down at the yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the right side of his face, Jesse curled her fingers into his plush head of hair once again, somewhere between heaven and hell with no real knowledge of the difference.

           She moans at his lips wrapping around her, the suction to her lower region and the way his thumbs dig into her skin to hold her in place. No running this time, she had no choice but to feel it all. This is what she wanted right? 

          “This feel okay?” he teases, tentatively trailing the tip of his tongue around the place she wanted most. He loved to see her eyes alight with that devilish incomprehensible lust. He was truly winging it, doing anything he’d heard from friends or watched himself late at night, anything to further her soft pants and moans tumbling out of her O shaped mouth. She was too good to be true and felt like one lucky bastard. 

           Nodding down to him she groans, wanting him latched to her. “M-more than okay just keep going.”

          He never knew it could feel so pleasurable to be the giver and not the receiver nine times out of ten. He didn’t know how selfish he’d been and the opportunities he'd missed to feel compliant and...obedient. He liked it. He loved it. He loved the position he was in - her looking down at him like the goddess she was and always had been, him crouching down at the end of the bed to devour her in the best way he could, his hair disheveled, eyes dark with hunger, hands gripping her tight.

          He lets instinct take the wheel, peppering kisses to her clit and bringing his own  hand down to slip in a finger to add extra stimulation - pleased when Jesse releases another string of curses. Fowl language huh? Wonder what she’d do if he stopped-

          “You’re such a dick-“ she tugs at his roots, rolling her hips into his mouth that savors  her now, lips slick with her wetness. She tasted good, he’d concluded. It wasn’t anything like what he imagined it would be, no, it was better. It felt better than all of the horror stories he’d made up in his head. He’s sure if he wanted to - he could stay right down between her legs for hours -- until his lips were sore and his tongue tired. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not when she’s been waiting so long, fantasized too often. She huffs out again “Thought you’ve never done this before.”

            That must be a good sign, right?

           “Never,” he slurps at her, shaking his head and groaning into her core. He felt the slickness of her on his cheeks now. Bowing down to eat her out was harder than it looked, especially with back problems as it was. 

            Focused and drunk on Jesse’s gentle hip thrust into his mouth he hugs her thighs and stands upright, just off the edge of the bed, bringing her lower half up in the air with him. He can feel her trembling now, wide eyes gleaming at him with surprise and delight at the new and better position.

            She was losing it. She’d had him compliant at first, her soft-hearted boyfriend trying something new...but damn he was tugging the ropes from between her fingers and leading her to a path less traveled. Quick learner he was.

           “Grayson put me down! Have you lost your mind?” Jesse squealed, grinning at his closed eyes and moving lips, deaf to her antics. She was expected something quick, maybe even simple, but him switching up positions was not in the game plan as great as it was. 

           She could see it now, the guy that was always hiding just beneath the surface. She could see how her sounds urged him on and made him try harder. She could see his arms shaking from the weight of her legs and the effort it took to hold her pussy as close to him as he could. She could feel the heavy breath fanning out across her pelvis from his nose. She could feel the tickle of his hair dangling down and whispering across the skin of her stomach. She could feel that same ball of fire seated in her stomach slip lower and lower with each passing second - until the words that fell out of her mouth were nothing but strings of profanity would make a sinner blush.

             It was going to sear her in half, that fucking ball of fire. Hot lava stirring up a flood she couldn’t stop. It was splitting her in half just as his digits were now, pumping into her hard and fast, curling at his knuckles. His rings gleam from the yellow lamp-light and shock her when they touch her dewy skin. She had lost all sense of control.

            Hearing his own moans, hearing how desperate he was to keep eating her pussy and make her feel better than anyone had, got her inching towards the edge. It was a low kind of growl itching at his throat.

            The taste of her blurred his senses, the soft smell of her making his mind spin out of control, the tightening walls of her cunt around his fingers fucking her fast, the light sheen of sweat that glowed in the dim light of his room - he was a madman with no direction but forward. He had to keep going, for stopping would surely break them both. He would love to tease her, but knew if he stopped one more time she would kill him in a heartbeat. 

          “Open your fucking eyes and watch me.” He barked down to her, stopping only for a moment to glare at her. His fingers continued their fast paced in and out, in and out, in and out.

                         He’d figured if he was going to take it all the way, he needed to pull every string. Needed to pull out the nasty daydreams and make them a reality. This is something he would have for keeps. Something he’d want to do over and over, something he couldn’t wait to do again. Something he’d want to remember. 

          Peeling her eyes open she sobbed at the sight of him spitting into her pussy with a smile, staring at her darkly. Light eyes blacked into pits he ruined her through and through. He had to be lying, he just had to be.

          “Fast learner,” Grayson sneers, leaning forward to smear his saliva around her slick folds, arms circling her midsection to hold her close again.

           “ Fuckfuckfuckfuck- keep fu- keep going!” Jesse begs, barely holding on to the light threatening to slip away into the fire burning her up. “Doing so good Gray, so fucking good.”

             She had discovered soon in the relationship and the minimal sexual acts they’d indulged in that Grayson was a man that adored praise. He wanted someone to tell him how good he was doing, even if he already knew it. He wanted someone to look him in the eyes just as she was doing now and watch him succeed. He wanted complete undivided attention, verbal acknowledgment. 

              He sucked at her still, sliding his tongue into her quickly then — remembering someone in a poorly shot amateur porn video did the same to the tatted up blonde he was practically fucking to death, and hoped it would have the same effect on his beautiful princess begging for him to keep going. He kept note while he watched the video, knowing one day he would be standing where he is now relishing in the gold mine that belonged to him. He fucker her with his tongue, humming into her cunt for the added stimulation. 

               Fuck all she was the end of him. “Pretty pussy all wet for me, yeah? Want to cum? Bet you doubt me huh? Thought I wouldn’t do you right…”

               He chucked at the vigorous nodding of her head, the eyes rolling in the back of her head, the hand that leaves his hip to pull at her own hair. Her eyes squeezing shut in panic now that she feels the tip of the iceberg coming up fast. 

               “Don’t even know how crazy you drive me, how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.”

               Hearing him admit it only made her thighs quiver against his strong arms, only made her want more, made her creep dangerously close to the edge she was for once in her life afraid to fall off of. The crash into the sea would be the biggest shock she’s ever had. Jesse tried to focus on her breathing, trading the heaving for squealing when he dipped his tongue in her entrance to give her something to fantasize about. She’d never had someone tongue fuck her, let alone stair into her soul while they did it. 

              Fuck he was good. Too fucking good.

             “Baby you have t-to slow down,” she warns, the big splash terrifying and so close. He was a wicked man for doing just the opposite, spreading her legs wider and shaking his head against her again, eyes squeezed shut like he knew what would happen in only a few seconds.

               “Grayson step back,” she tried to warn more firmly, afraid of the unfamiliar feeling of something new about to happen, embarrassed already but too worked up to stop it. “Shit - Grayson step back!”

                And there it was, the strongest orgasm she’d ever had and certainly the wettest. Her release soaked the bed beneath, sheets spotted with her arousal and breath stolen from her lungs. She’s not sure when Grayson had dropped her, or whether her convulsing body wiggled out of his grasp during the black out she’d just had. She was spread on the bed in her own mess, her chest flushed, damp hair stuck to her forehead in waves, vision blurred, eyelids drooping in exhaustion, hand somehow in Graysons.

              He’s there then. He’s everywhere and nowhere all at once, his hand a ghost on her forehead brushing away those tendrils of hair, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles with tender care, his lips smoothing the furrow of her brows. Grayson is lifting her without a word, caging her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and smoothing her head against his chest to feel the weight of her there - just to feel the heat of her consume him.

              “Holy fuck,” she breathes, spent. 

              “I hope it wasn’t too much,” he whispers into her hair, hand smoothing over the locks while rocking her around the room, mind racing with every image of what he’d just done and the feeling of complete bliss flooding his body.

                He’s almost worried she fell asleep in his arms until he feels the shaking he can only assume is laughter, before she’s hugging him tighter. “Idiot. I can’t believe you’ve never done that. And I can’t believe I’m this tired. Feel like a rookie.”

               “Guess I passed the test then?”

               “Flying colors.”

                Jesse nuzzles in as far as she can, tucking in her arms against his chest and letting the state of Nirvana wash over her. With a sigh Jesse thinks over the shocking events of her boyfriend being 100% nastier than she’d initially thought — not that she’s complaining.

               She barely remembers Grayson running a bath, or setting her in the steaming tub with a kiss, or waiting for him to strip the bed with a giddiness sitting in his chest at all that they’d done, barely remembers him joining her in the tub and catching soap in the calm of his hand to smith the suds over her post-sex body. That’s the only way she would describe herself in the moment, her skin felt sensitive to the touch, sparks still shooting through her with the feeling of his hands on her.

             What Jesse does remember is laying with Grayson in a bed freshly made, arm draped over his stomach, head resting against his arm, lips peppering kisses against his chest randomly through-out the night. She remembers the feeling of adoration and understanding. What they’d done was both the most foul thing she’d ever done, but also the most liberating and beautiful experience. To lose yourself in another person in such a way that you’re utterly consumed by them was...foreign to the pair laying together in the still of the night.

              Jesse waited until Grayson was softly snoring until she said the only thing she’d never had the guts to tell him in the months they’d been dating. He’d been waiting on it patiently. It was different between friends, but it meant so much more when you don't want to say it to anyone else for the rest of your life. The moment she says it, she can’t ever take it back. Maybe that’s why she chooses the early hours of the morning to lean in and press her lips against his feather soft, blinking back the mist clouding her vision. 

              “Don’t know if you could tell...but I'm kind of in love with you...so just be patient with me please I’m trying for you.”

              Maybe she would get the guts one day to say the words while he’s awake, maybe face to face or with the lights off because she has some kind of comfort in the dark, or maybe it would slip out on accident. In any way that it happens, she hopes he will smile. She hopes that he knows how insanely incandescently happy he makes her each and every day, and how honored she feels that she got to experience another first with him.She hopes he will be comforted that his feelings are 100% reciprocated. She hopes that she gets to see that beautiful  smile he wears on special occasions -- the true smile that he doesn't show too often. For now she presses her lips to his once again, smiling softly as the slow ride and fall of his chest, arm holding her close, the ring she won him out of a shitty machine in the corner of a tattoo shop he’d stopped into on a whim secured on a thin chain around his neck, and the fluttering of his eyelashes while he dreamed. 

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[elitegrayson]

request: y/n and grayson are enemies who happen to share the same friend group. while everyone is having a night out at the club, y/n is being harassed and groped by a guy. she finds grayson and taps the side of his hand to hold hands. graysons about to cuss her out but he immediately goes into protective mode

a/n: i appreciate all of your requests, keep em coming! i hope you enjoy this <3

it was a saturday night and your friends decided they wanted to go out clubbing. your best friend thought it would a good idea for everyone to get ready at her house. she said it'll be easier for everyone could leave from there. it was only four of you guys; rose, you, kent, and grayson. 

now grayson wasn’t particularly your friend. he was more like a coworker, but even then he was barely that. rose and kent know you guys bump heads often, but it’s never gotten too crazy. you only put up with it because wherever kent goes, grayson just has to follow. there’s no escaping him even if you wanted to. it’s the same thing with you and Rose, now that you think about it, but that’s different.

when you walked into the club, the hot air swept across your face. it smelled of hot bodies and alcohol. you like to party, but you’re more of a kickback girl, not a club girl. nonetheless, you wanted to let loose and have some fun.  

“let’s get some drinks! boys, can you go to the bar and get something good?” rose asked, looking over at kent and grayson. 

“we’ll get something for you, but not for y/n.” grayson smirked as you just rolled your eyes.

“oh please, i don’t need you to do anything for me. hell, i’ll get it myself. rose, come with me.” you responded, purposely pushing gray out of the way.

“don’t worry y/n, you’re gonna need me one day!” he yelled out, but you just ignored him, flipping him off as you walked towards the bar. you saw that the bartender was a woman and you instantly felt safe.most of the creeps here always have to comment on your drinks saying that you “couldn’t handle your drinks”.

“hey ladies, what can i get for you?” the bartender smiled, showing off her cheeky dimples.

“hi! um, i’ll take a long island iced tea, please? and what do you want rose?”

“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”

“bloody mary and a long island coming up!” 

one drink turned into at least five more. you kind of stopped counting but all you know is you felt amazing. at this point, you were on the dance floor with rose having the time of your life. music was blasting, you had a couple of drinks in your system, and everything felt great.

“hey, why do you hate grayson so much? he’s nice you know plus he’s our friend.” rose asked, yelling a bit as she leaned into your ear.

you were confused about why she was asking you about him, considering they haven’t been with us since you got your drinks.

“i don’t hate him, i just strongly dislike him. he just annoys me i don’t know. why are you even asking about him, it’s gonna ruin the nighttt.” you replied, slurring your words at the end.

“i think you guys would look cute together, to be honest,” she giggled, slapping your shoulder, but you swiped her hand away.

“gross! there’s no way in fucking hell i’d end up with him. anywho i think i want another drink, wanna come with?” you asked as she shook her head no. you knew in your head you didn’t need another drink, but you wanted one.

you sat down and before you could tell her what you wanted, she already put the drink in front of you. “this last one is on me, girl.” she smiled as you thanked her. a few seconds later, you felt someone’s hot breath on your neck.

“hey there beautiful, are you all alone tonight?” the man said then he touched your lower back slightly.

“hey, do you know what personal space is? and don’t fucking touch me, you don’t know me!” you hissed, standing up and slapping his hands off of you.

“c’mon sweetness, i’ve been watching you all night, and right now i’m tired of watching. i want you, now,” he growled, pushing you closer to him and then he roughly grabbed your ass. immediately you cursed and then slapped him and ran in the other direction.

tears started to brim in your eyes, but you started to look for Grayson. you don’t know why he was the first person to pop into your head, but he was. soon enough you saw him in the corner with a drink in his hand. luckily he was alone so you started to stumble towards him, making your way through the crowd.

you tapped the side of his hand and then you intertwined his with yours. “yo y/n what the fuck are you-“ he stopped when he saw what you looked like. makeup stained by your tears and you could barely stand on your two feet. “gray please i n-need you. i was at the b-bar and a man t-touched me.” you began to cry again, yet you were holding hands with grayson. he smiled at the shorter version of his name. you always called him by his full name so the fact that you called him “gray” made his heart flutter slightly.

he tried to push that in the back of his head so he can focus and try to comfort you. “y/n come here,” he cooed, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your hair. you were leaving a mess on his shirt, but you didn’t care. you just needed his comfort. your mind started to wonder about the words you spoke earlier to him. it was ironic that you were crying in your enemy's arms, but you decided not to say anything. you knew he never predicted this to happen, but that didn’t matter right now. you just needed grayson.

grayson continued to rub your back and whisper comforting things in your ear, but in reality, he was ready to raise hell thinking about the man who touched you. you two have never really been friends and hell he never really gave you the light of day. yet he never wanted anything bad to happen to you, especially something like this. he’s never seen you this drunk before and he definitely won’t admit it, but it’s nice that you found him and not rose or kent.

“y/n, let’s go home yeah? i don’t want you to be here any longer. we need to get you home and in bed.” grayson explained, you looked up at him with glossy, stained mascara eyes and gave him a nod.

“but what about the man? what if we see him on our way out?” you asked, holding on to him even tighter than before.

“i hope we don’t, but if we do that asshole will know to never touch another woman again, especially you y/n. i am so sorry that this happened to you.” by surprise, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. you were shocked of course, but you didn’t say anything. you just smiled to yourself and followed grayson to the entrance.

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[babyboy-cody]

I don’t know if you’ve done this before but for Ethan could you possibly do him eating his girlfriend out for the first time and he makes her squirt? 🙊

holy moly, i’m bout to BUST 🥴

Your breaths were labored as you tried to form your words, but they were slurred and jumbled together because you couldn’t fucking think straight. Your thighs were being held open by Ethan’s hands, his fingers digging into your skin and tensing in order to keep still. He pulled his head up from between your thighs, staring up at you with his lips dark pink and jaw all wet from your slick.

“Can I continue or are you gonna keep moving?” He asked with a smirk, a smug grin on his lips when you throw your head back from the feeling of his hot breath on your sensitive clit.

“K-Keep going, E, please please please,” you babbled breathlessly, hands desperately holding onto his hair - grabbing, yanking, tugging. When his mouth was back on your pussy, you couldn’t help but let out a long, drawn out, “fuuuccckkk.”

You never knew how good it would feel getting your pussy ate. You’ve never ever done it before with your past relationships. They always seemed disgusted or weirded out from putting their mouth near your lower area, meanwhile you would do anything and everything to pleasure them. But then Ethan was the one who came to you.

“Lets try it out,” he had told you earlier today, shrugging nonchalantly at the idea and more than happy to give you what you’ve never experienced before. “If you don’t like, we won’t do it again, okay?”

But now, you were able to see what your friends were talking about. The pure pleasure of being eaten out was unlike no other. You could already feel the warmth spreading through your lower stomach, going lower and lower until you felt it between your thighs. You threw up head back with another muffled whine, eyes closed tight and eyebrows drawn.

Ethan’s tongue flattened against your clit as he licked up and down with enough pressure that has your inner thighs twitching. He can see from the way your breathing becomes more labored and how your mouth falls open. He sucks your clit between his puffy lips, using his hot tongue to lick just under the hood of your clit, pressing down against the sensitive spot of your clit. He did it again and again and again until you were quite literally dripping and soaking the sheets.

“Y-You’re gonna make me cum,” you rushed out, hands grabbing the back of Ethan’s head to press him harder against your eager pussy.

His hands go under the crook of your legs to spread your thighs even wider and to also push your knees to your chest. The wet noises of his tongue flicking against your clit had your head swimming and your cheeks warming. But then, you felt it. You felt that churning in the pit of your stomach, the knot tightening and the faint flutters on your clit. Your toes curled on either side of Ethan’s head. He let out a gruff chuckle, pulling back to spit on your pussy before going to town again.

He was more rough with it. He sucked your clit harder, flicked his tongue faster, licked slower. It was all so intense and you couldn’t even talk. You were so pleasure drunk that you couldn’t even warn him about your oncoming orgasm.

“Right there, baby! Right there, right there, right there,” you whined, eyes crossing and mouth falling open to let out a really loud and long moan before you wetness gushed out of you, spilling all over Ethan’s mouth and chest. However, he kept on licking and sucking, not stopping even when you were twitching uncontrollably. You felt another burst of wetness spill out of your pussy, your moans unable to stop and quiet down. You almost felt bad that Grayson’s room was just a few feet away. This feeling was so foreign and stronger than any orgasm you’ve ever had. Sure, you’ve cum really hard before. But you were never able to squirt. Ethan was most certainly surprised that his mouth and tongue were able to make you do that for the first time in your relationship.

He sits up on his knees, his bare and tattooed torso glistening from your wetness that spilled all over him. You were still panting as if you ran a marathon. Your thighs were still quivering and you hadn’t opened your eyes yet. Ethan grinned and couldn’t hold back a loud laugh that stirred you. “I made you squirt! Holy fucking shit!”

“Sh-Shut up,” you shakily told him, your voice hoarse and low after yelling out moan after moan. “Such a douchebag.”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he arrogantly stated. “I wish we got that on camera cause that was so fucking hot.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a sluggish laugh. He crawled on top of you, being mindful of applying pressure to your extremely sensitive lower region. Ethan’s hands grabbed onto your cheeks to give your lips a lot of kisses, his own lips still slick from your wetness. You licked your lips and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You taste like my pussy,” you told him softly with a smirk.

He looks down at you with his own smirk. “Yeah? Well your pussy tasted really good.” His voice was down a few notches, the low gruffness causing you to get excited again. “How sensitive is she?”

“I don’t think she can handle anymore,” you told him with a laugh before patting his chest. “But I do have a secret to tell you.”

“And what’s that?” He smiled down at you, his messy hair falling on his forehead from your pulling.

You grabbing him by his shoulders, thighs closing around his hips, and lips brushing against the shell of his ear before whispering, “I know how to deepthroat…”

You couldn’t sworn you heard his breathing stop.

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[bubsdolan]

After that picture I need a smut blurb about Ethan fucking you inthe hotel room. Just wanna pull his hair.

“how do you look like that?”

“huh?”

“i can’t believe you look like that. how do you do it?”

ethan approached you from behind, arms circling around your waist as you stare back at him in the bathroom mirror of your hotel room. his lips attaching to your neck as he softly nibbled at your skin.

after a spontaneous getaway, just you and ethan, he had decided to treat you to a romantic date night to round off your trip. a candle lit dinner followed by a sunset walk on the beach. however, by the look in ethans eyes, dark and lust filled , and his wandering hands slipping under the material of your dress, it was clear you weren’t making it out of the hotel room anytime soon.

“e-“ you turn around in his arms to face him, reaching up and running your fingers through his full head of hair that seemed to grow more and more each day. the sight of his scruffy beard causing a dampness in your underwear. “our reservation is in 20 minutes.”

ethans lips automatically found their place back nibbling on the soft skin of your neck as before, finding your sweet spot instantly and coaxing you to let out hearty moan, showing no indication to ethan that you had no concern about your dinner reservations.

“would rather eat you instead.” with that you found yourself being thrown ethan’s shoulders and taken back to the unmade bed you happened to have spent most of your time away in.

“spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” ethan instructed as he started to unbutton his date night shirt perfect for his toned figure. belt already off and thrown across the room, his cock rubbing agasint the material of his pants, desperate to fill you.

“wider.”

leaning against the headboard, you spread your legs as far apart as it felt comfortable, the fabric of your dress rising up to expose your dampened underwear, which in seconds were topped off and split in half by your incredible horny boyfriend who promised to buy you a thousand new pairs. right now all he cared about was feeling the tightness of your cunt around him.

“you’re dripping for me mama, you want it hard, yeah?” ethan teased as he run the head of cock up and down your folds. far to impatient for foreplay or even to get completely naked. he needed you and he needed you now.

“ethan-“ you throw your head back in pleasure. your hips bucking into him when you felt the tip of his dick circle so close to your entrance. walls pulsating at the anticipation of being destroyed.

“tell me what you want baby.”

“yo-your cock, e- pl-please.”

“good girl.” He cooed. unable to resist you begging him or deny you any longer. the sight of you raw and spread before him was almost enough to make him cum on demand. almost.

ethan finally guided himself inside you, prompting you to gasp at the sudden sensation and the feel of him sliding inside you inch by inch. “mmm fuck.” he growled starting to rapidly buck his hips. “such a perfect little pussy.”

you rolled your head back in pure ecstasy, fists clutching onto the sheets beneath you. ethan always knew your sweet spots, he had become so accustomed to your body after your many month of dating that he knew the exact angles that had you screaming his name.

he just loved the sound of your skin slapping together, hot and sweaty, mixed with your sweet moans. ethan took pride in the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to hold yourself together the harder he fucked into you.

reaching up with shaky hands, you ran them through ethans silky hair. pulling on the ends slightly when he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pulled your bodies in closer. with every thurst, deeper and stronger than the last, you pulled more aggressively at the ends of his hair. thankful for the length as it allowed you to have a good strong hold.

hair pulling set of an animal inside of ethan. a sensation he never felt with his shorter hair.

“so good- so close.” you whimpered before ethan flipped you over as if you weighed nothing and slamming back inside you at a newer angel. an angle he was much deeper in. you felt his hot breath fanning down your neck along with his deep throaty growls. you reached back grabbing a handful of his hair, already missing the softness of it in such a rough moment.

“scream as loud as you fucking want sweetheart.” ethan whispered in your ear, his teeth nibbling and sucking on your earlobe as his hands dig deeper into your hips as he slammed his own agasint yours in rhythm with each thrust. “make sure everyone in this hotel knows who’s fucking you this good.”

you felt his teeth sink down in your neck, the sharp overwhelming sensation enough to tip over the edge and let out a gasp cry of ethans name. ethan felt you clamp down around him making his orgasm inevitable. your body shook uncontrollably as the pleasure took over.

“so fucking good.” He groaned. “your pussy was made for me.”

releasing at the same time, ethans load spilling out and dripping down your thigh, you focus on controlling and slowing down your breathing.

“if we leave now, we can still make our reservation.” ethan brushed the hair stuck to your face due to the sweat gathered out of your eyes. his touch lingering a few moments as he offered you a warm, loving smile. such a contrast from moments earlier where he treated you like his slut.

“ethan, baby, i can’t fucking walk.”

“i fucked you so good didn’t i, mama.”

ethan let out a hearty laugh that had you laughing in sync with him. the atmosphere soon shifting to a peaceful one as you found a comfortable, permanent place wrapped in his arms and tangled in the sheets. still fully dressed for your date with absolutely no desire to leave the warmth of one another.

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[livexdolan]

Frat!Grayson Concept train - Masterlist

(Gif credits go to the wonderful @vintagedolan)

Part 1: Y/n’s been keeping a secret from Grayson for years. Now it’s come out and everyone’s either physically or emotionally paying for it

Part 2: time for a road trip. Time to move on and keep pushing forward. Until y/n finds out she’s going to be stuck next to the one person she’s trying to move on from.

Part 3: the tension between y/n and Grayson comes to a head. Grayson admits to something that causes a physical confrontation, just not the one you’re expecting.

The Lodge Inspo

Part 4: The gang finally arrives at the cabin- something surprising waits for them. Grayson and Ethan confess a secret. Y/n’s feelings are hurt. Again. Grayson and Y/n finally have a talk- but does it do more harm than good?

Part 5: Y/n and Grayson are starting to feel frustrated by physical and emotional problems. After the rest of the group arrives- tensions rise as the two are forced into confronting each other. Y/n realizes she can’t run from her feelings any longer.

Part 6: Grayson and y/n have an important talk. Both learn what jealousy really is and how jeopardizing it can be.

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[saturngrqy]

Saturngrqy’s Masterlist

Hi! I finally figured out how to make a masterlist lmao, I think it works now? idk but anyway ily guys and i hope you guys can send in some more requests n stuff so I can add a bit more to this post:) mwah<3

Grayson Dolan

new years

fnl

wakeheart event

movie night

argument

girl best friend

cuddles

long distance

mornings

mommas boy

suspicions

ex

soft

suburbs

temper tantrum

needy

tattoo

i hate you

surprise

admiring

party

first kiss

family hike

cramps

just a friend // part 2

fever

podcast introduction

road trip

MORE WRITING UNDER “MY WRITING” HASHTAG:)

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[joyfuldolann]

That One Night / G

hello loves, this is a short less than 2k words blurb that i wrote at 1am the other night (or should i say morning.) anyways, i loved it so im posting it. enjoy <3 also proof read once cause im feeling lazy atm :)

warnings; cursing, minor tinsy winsy bit of implied handsy material, nothing extreme, oh and a whole lot of naive y/n & soft grayson

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laying in bed, cheeks flushed, you struggled to fall asleep. the day rewinding in your head like a movie.

for the love of god, you sat up and flipped your pillow, huffing in annoyance. just fall asleep!

you had finally had enough of your mind going deeper and deeper into destructive thoughts. you yanked your phone from the charger, turning it on as you flipped your hair to the side.

turning down the brightness, you had realized you had gotten a text.

you up?

you bit your lip, deciding between yea or whats up.

yea

the dots at the bottom left corner appeared as you waited for grayson’s text to come through.

can’t sleep for shit, can i come over?

your stomach growled as you typed

yea, just pick up some vegan food😋

-

your eyelids slowly drooped shut, slowly luring you into a deep sleep, until you heard your front door squeak open. you opened your eyes when grayson walked in with a bag of food that smelled amazing.

“hey bub, got some food” he walked over and sat down on the end of your bed, looking at your tired form, smirking as he pulled put his vegan burger.

you yawned and sat up, “hey, burgers?”

he tossed you a vegan burger and a handleful of fries, laughing as you franticly scurried your hands around your comforter to grab the fries and shove them in your mouth.

he laughed, “y/n what in the world.” you threw a fry at him, sarcastically rolling your eyes.

“that was a huge mistake bub...”

grayson and you were best friends. never anything else. i guess you could say you both had a minor crush on one another, but no one dared to say anything, being to afraid to ruin a solid friendship. but pet names always stuck. it was normal, not romantic- even if you felt your heart beat two times faster after being called one.

you gasped playfully, acting scared, “oh your in for it now y/n!” as he threw fry after fry at you as you held your hands in front of your face, blocking your body.

he laughed manically picking up his burger, as your eyes shot wide, “no no no grayson please!”

he let out a loud wheeze of laughter as he lowered his burger and took a big bite out of it, laughing at you.

you threw your head back and let out a giggle.

-

as you crumpled up your burger wrapper and threw it on your floor, grayson turned off the lights and slid into your covers. he wrapped his arms around you tight, hugging you goodnight.

you hummed in response leaning up to kiss his cheek. you both layed in silence, enjoying one another’s presence.

whenever grayson slept over, you both were always cuddling. while cuddling, grayson would always wrap you in his arms, him laying on his back and you on your side, right next to him. sometimes you needed grayson or you wouldn’t be able to sleep. he was always inviting and there was always a sense of comfort nothing else.

well until he slid his warm hand on your thigh. your stomach erupted with butterflies, heart speeding up, making it almost impossible to fall asleep. your mind racing with what-if senerios and other thoughts.

grayson kept rubbing your thigh, until you moved closer towards him.

he stopped and shifted onto his side facing you, getting even closer to you. after, he nudged his head in your shoulder as he began to leave small lazy kisses all over your neck.

“gray?” you gasped

grayson hummed back, “yea?” head still buried in your neck.

“what are you doing”

sure you wanted this but you both were such close friends, would it ruin your friendship if it didn’t work out?

he lifted his head to look at you, “y/n, we can’t friends anymore.”

you brought your head to look in to his eyes, and even through the dark you could still see his beautiful face and piercing eyes.

“what?” you said, a frown on your face.

he smirked, making you furrow your eyebrows until he laughed, “i’m so whipped for you- we both are for each other and we know it! lets just end this misery and be together for christs sake.”

you simpered, laying your head back onto the pillow, looking at him, thinking about a life where grayson dolan was your boyfriend.

“really?” you spoke.

“really. im so enamored with you angel. be my girl?”

you giggled, hugging him with a squeeze, “im in, i’ll be your girl dolan.”

you both reached for one another, sealing a lazy kiss on one anothers lips, smiling like idiots. you nuzzled your nose against his and then shifted more into his warm body.

a peaceful silence engulfed the room, luring the both of you into a drowsy trance.

“goodnight bub.”

“goodnight g.”

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