#grayson dolan blurb

[impaladolan]

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

Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan

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

Stingy:

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.

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

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

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

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

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

The nerve.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The hell you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”

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

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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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[whorefordean]

misc masterlist (discontinued)

a/n: i no longer write for these people. there is no chance i will ever write for these people again, though i still have all the love for them!

dolan twins

grayson dolan

choose me | one | two

adopt me

just tell them

when we were eighteen

stargazing

wasted

plate swap

studying

stolen glances

online

rate

love lullabies

lipstick

ethan dolan

stay the night

road trip gone wrong

lover

5 seconds of summer

calum hood

tour

don't go

secret love song

luke hemmings

you know me too well

celebrities

tom holland

concerts

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[bubsdolan]

Bubba, first time Grayson brings u to jersey and u meet Lisa

had this in my drafts for like 2 years, so enjoy it’s all yous are getting x (ps it’s not edited so don’t come for me)

ok stop it this is gonna be so pure because i could just imagine how excited gray would be to have his girl in his home town and around his family. the way grayson constantly sang his mother’s praises, it felt like you were already part of the family.

meeting lisa was definitely a huge step in your relationship, and although you had spoken to her a handful of times over facetime, meeting in person was more nerve wracking than you anticipated. you knew if she didn’t like you, that was a deal breaker for grayson. you passed the test with ethan, you were now onto a bigger one.

“sweetheart,” grayson could sense your worries by the continuous bouncing of your knee as his hand rested on your thigh whilst he drove up the all to familiar roads of jersey. they were unfamiliar to you, but you somewhat already felt at home. “ma already loves you, nothing to be nervous about.”

grayson’s squeezed your leg in a comforting manner, but even his reassurance wasn’t enough to have you easing up on the drive to his childhood home. chewing on your nails anxiously, your breathing hitched when you were met with an excitable Lisa standing at the end of the drive way, awaiting the arrival of her youngest son and the woman he had confused to his ma was ‘the one’

you of course stood back to allow Lisa a few moments with her son, smiling as you watched the encounter. Grayson was a momma’s boy and it was so comforting to see him in his element, happy and back where he belonged. he always thrived in jersey, and having you and his mother by his side, was his perfect sanctuary.

“you must be the famous y/n I've heard so much about. its lovely to meet you dear.”

after greeting Grayson, Lisa stood with open arms and a bright welcoming smile directed towards you. she pulled you in for a hug,  cheerfully greeting you as Grayson felt his heart burst at the sight of his favourite woman getting along. 

“its lovely to meet you, mrs dolan.” 

“please, call me Lisa!,” Lisa instsanly guided you into her home, leaving Grayson to bring in all your bags from the car as she Began giving you a guided tour of the place Grayson called home. it was even more beautiful than Grayson had described. you could see why he loved jersey so much and you already felt safer and happier being there. 

once Lisa had shown you around the kitchen, informing you to make yourself and home and help yourself to anything on diplay, Grayson had finished unpacking the car and joined your side once again. his hand lacing with yours as he peered down at you with a warm smile, his teeth gems glistening as he already feel in love with the sight of you being in jersey. 

you sat and ate a home cook dinner, vegan of course, as the three of you sat around the table and shared stories from Grayson and Ethan causing mischief as little boys, to your own family and upbringing. the conversation flowed as Lisa made you feel so welcome in her home, you had a good feeling she approved of your relationship.

Lisas eyes would often drift between you and Grayson laughing together when you thought she wasnt looking. her smile present as she witnessed first hand the love you two shared. one that reminded her of her and late husband when they were your age. 

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[mxlti-lover]

Hello, my names Paige and welcome to my account!

I’ve been writing for years now and stopped when I started college. I’ve really missed writing tho and that was my get away from any stress and to let myself slip into a little fantasy world of making up my own characters/story.

I’m making this post though to say I’m a multi-fan account.

I’ve written for Harry Styles in the past, along with the Dolan Twins, Cole Sprouse, Sam and Colby and Luke Patterson/Charles Gillespie. Right now I’m obsessed with Twilight again (i swear, every year I get on a twilight high for about a month before I forget about it again😅) and would love to write about the pack. I’m willing to write about edward too, but if I’m being honest, I love the pack way more😅

If you’re wanting me to write anything/have any requests, don’t be afraid to leave a little something in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy this page or any of my writings in the future.

Love you all!

~ Paige🫶

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[eroselless]

About me: I'm Elle, 22 years old, a very tired college student. I love to write for HOTD, Saltburn, Harry Potter, The Boys/Gen V, F1 (though I'm still very new to it), Cillian Murphy, Pedro Pascal, and their characters and occasionally Bridgerton!

Request Status: OPEN*

*since I am busy with university right now, it could take me some time to get to them <3

I do not post on any other platforms. If you see my work plagiarized anywhere else, please let me know!

I've been neglecting my writing and I am currently trying to get back into writing so my content is lacking a little bit. Stay tuned for new fics! All my works are below :)

House of the Dragon

MOTH TO A FLAME - modern!HOTD AU, Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Formula 1

TOA LA NOCHE - one shot, Carlos Sainz x Reader

ESTABA LOCA POR PROBARTE - one shot, Carlos Sainz x Reader

LAY UR HANDS ON ME - one shot, Lando Norris x Reader

I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME - PT 2 OF LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME

Discontinued works

Sebastian Stan

Hopelessly Devoted [one] [two]

Bucky Barnes

Red Swan [prologue] [one]

Ethan Dolan

Life saver [one shot]

In the center of the ring [one shot]

Grayson Dolan

"I love you, please don't leave me..."] [blurb]

Linger [one shot]

The floor is lava [one shot]

Shawn Mendes

Señorita [one]

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[strangerquinns]

The Library

Ever's Masterlist: Links to all stories categorized by actor or show.

*some links may be broken due to URL change, fixing in progress*

STRANGER THINGS (Steve,Eddie, Robin + more)

concepts/blurbs

DYLAN O'BRIEN

concepts/blurbs \\ page two

imagines + miniseries

FEZCO (Euphoria)

concepts/imagines

EVAN PETERS

concepts/imagines

DOLAN TWINS

ethan dolan concepts/blurbs

grayson dolan concepts/blurbs 

dolan twins imagines/oneshots

grayson dolan chaptered stories

MARVEL

bucky barnes/sebastian stan masterlist

tom hiddleston + characters masterlist

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matt murdock + daredevil masterlist

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[simplyxdolxstyles]

Cuddles with Gray! ft. Sledge

Warning: None. Just fluff.

This was requested.

  You woke up to the sun streaming down on you. Blinking a few times before your vision focused on your sleeping boyfriend. A smile set upon your lips as you began running your fingers through Grayson’s hair. Grayson stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open. He blinked his bleary eyes before they focused on you. He leaned forward and pecked your forehead.

“Mornin.” He mumbled lowly, sleep evident in his voice.

 “Sorry, did I wake you?”  You pout.

 “Nah, was gonna get up anyway.”  He said with a yawn.

 “Actually, I was hoping we could stay in a couple more minutes and maybe cuddle?” You give a small smile  

 “Oh?” Grayson smirks adorably at your request. Truth is, Grayson loves cuddling, he’d drop everything in an instant to cuddle you. You give a nod and Grayson chuckles at your cuteness.

 “C’mere.” He brings you to him. The scent of Grayson instantly fills you, a sweet but spicy scent. A comforting scent.

 “Just me and my girl on a Sunday morning.” Grayson smiles, pecking your lips gently before cuddling into you.  A few minutes later you feel soft feet padding up on the bed before feeling a gentle lick on your nose. You opened your eyes to see Sledge panting at the two of you. You smiled and scratched her ear.

 “Looks like someone wants to join in cuddle time.” Sledge yipped happily at Grayson before getting comfortable between the two of you.

 “Aw, does Sledge wanna cuddle too?” He kissed the top of Sledge’s head. She licked his hands before settling down and closing her eyes. Taking that as a yes he turned to you and intertwined your hands

 “This is what I love the most. You and me, here in Jersey, cuddling with the dog, and not worrying about anything.

 “I love it too.” You reply smiling gently.

 There was nothing more you wanted than being right here with Grayson.  

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[vinylhazza]

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

pairing: grayson dolan x f!reader 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“leave them on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[poguesholland]

No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

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Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

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[impaladolan]

Again - Grayson Dolan

overview: you had been denied all day, one time after another, after another— so you decided to take things into your hands, and he didn’t like that..

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem and male masturbaution, oral - male receiving, use of toys, maledom , femsub, degradation, cum denial, swearing, and just lots of dirty/sexy talk haha.

a/n: this was actually a dream i had the other night.. spicy..

"Again."

"I-I can't—"

"Again." His voice was serpentine and accusatory, plowing through your whimpers with its baritone and timber.

"Grayson.." You whine and implore for the millionth time it seemed, aching all over for the end of this torturous trap he has you strung through.

"You disobeyed me, Y/N. Continue your pleas and we'll go all fucking night." He crosses his black slacked leg over the other, reaching to undo the first two buttons of his white dress shirt with a devilish fix upon you.

You were sat across the room from him, legs spread apart and shaking, panties in a bundle around your ankles, and your sensitive core glistening in the haze of his hungry eyes. He made you keep one hand around your clothed breast and the other wrapped around a vibrating wand that continued to buzz in your hand.

"A-fucking-gain, Y/N." His stare hardened even more so, not a drop of remorse across his hazels.

Your chest began to rise and fall fast as you moved the toy back over your pulsing bud, immediately pulling you back into a trance of seeking release. Your head fell back and your teeth sunk deep into your bottom lip, an echoing sob replacing the silence. You were already so close, being that you had been sat there for over an hour, forced to edge yourself over and over until he's satisfied.

It hurt so fucking good.

"Stop."

"No.." It came out as a whisper, but you knew he heard you when you felt his footsteps coming towards you. You didn't open your eyes until you felt his hand grab your wrist and pull you out of the euphoric atmosphere you were deeply submerged within. You pressed your thighs together to subdue your aching need and looked up at him under your eyelashes, pleading for him to finish this.

"You're not very good at doing what you're told." He shut the vibrator off and threw it to the side, leaning down to whisper his words in your ear. His hand traveled down your body until it pulled your knees further apart than before and he had his hand toying with your molten cove.

"You're sopping wet, princess." He sounded falsely apologetic, whilst you arched back again as he ran his thumb back and forth over your swollen clit. You sighed, wrapping your needy fingers around his thick forearm for support.

"Please.." Oh, it felt divine. He did slow circles while his other hand slipped under your knee and pinned it high. You almost thought he'd let you go, unravel the knot in your abdomen, and be free of his torment.

But it is not so.

He pulled away just as fast as he had been there, touching and feeling and caressing you until you were all numb and shaking for him. Another helpless wine fell from your mouth, a breathless cry more like. And he just stood there, the devil himself, unfazed except for the stir in his cock.

"Please!" You moved from the couch and down to the floor beneath him, your hands snaking up his legs and attacking his belt buckle with more than just wanton and desire. He let you undo his belt and pull it through the loops, his callous hand finding it’s way into your hair. You undid the button and pulled the zipper all the way and his trousers fell slack around his hips and you could see the waistband of his boxers.

You looked up at him for the first time, underneath the haze of his eyes and the domineering look about him. He nodded his head, silently pleading for you to go on. You pulled his slacks the rest the way down and let them pool at his feet. And your blush immediately darkened when you saw the tent in his undergarments— all because of you.

You bit your lip again and posed another glance at his face.

“Don’t get all shy now, princess.” He took his free hand and grabbed one of yours, placing it around his clothed cock and letting a rumbling groan slip from his lips. You squeezed your tiny little hand around him and watched as he moved closer to your touch, begging for it. You traced his shaft, delicate and messy outlines with your soft fingertips until you finally looped them around his waistband and let him spring free. He stood tall and wide and red and completely sensitive to you. You instantly wrapped your lips around his swollen head and let your fingers go back to tracing him, slow and soft.

You wanted him to feel the pain and torture he caused you only moments ago.

You let him go with a pop! and let your dominant hand pump him, still slow and brutally frustrating. Your other hand went to find the vibrator again, turning it back onto a low setting and letting it buzz against you while you pleasured him.

Mmm.

You put your mouth back over him once you settled into the wand, your moans rolling over his cock.

Growing impatient, he moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you further down his dick, earning another whimper from you and a guttural sigh from him. Your breathing went erratic again and you couldn’t help but already feel the arrival of your orgasm nearing. You took another long pull from cock and let your hands wrap around him again, this time much faster and hasty.

You looked back up at him for the third time and mewled with plea. His chest rose and fell heavily too, his muscles tightening around his abdomen and thighs.

“Just a little more baby, finish.” He pushed your head back over his dick once again and you took him even more than before, trying your best to suction him and let the warmth of your tongue and mouth encapsulate him. You moaned around him again, sending him off into his orgasm at once.

He pulled his cock from your lips and let his seed cover your chest and he allowed another sigh and fighting groan empty from his chest with reckless abandon. Your hips shook at your approaching high and you wrapped your hand around the vibrator to really settle it against your sopping pussy. Your brows furrowed and your eyes almost rolled back as you felt your climax about over take you.

Sudden and unprecedented, his arms wrapped around yours and pulled you from your peak. He lifted you from the ground, threw you back onto the couch, and took your toy away leaving you a sobbing mess. True tears began to fall onto your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs back together once again, trying to tip yourself over the edge.

It wasn’t enough.

“You look so pretty, edged and on the verge of fucked out.” He laughed. He fucking laughed.

He watched you breathe and the sweat and tears dribble down you and the cum still slathered across your chest, like a claim. He settled the vibrator beside you, turned and went to sit back in the chair he was previously sat, except for this time, his cock was out and erect, his meaty hand twisted around it and easy to watch you suffer— over and over and over.

“Again.”

a/n: let me know if you liked! <3

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[elitegrayson]

hi!!! i love your grayson one shot. do you think you could do a grayson x female reader, with the friends to lovers trope? i am a sucker for friends to lovers <33.

hey hon!!! yess these are always so cute to me, you got it! <3 hope you enjoy & i appreciate your love!! this is more cute and sweet than sexual so i hope that's okay!! if you would like a part 2 with a little more depth, i am more than welcome to do that.

after what seemed like hours of getting ready for your boyfriend to come over, everything was put together. you haven’t seen him in what like a month because your schedules weren’t lining up, but tonight you guys found the time.

you’d thought it would be a cute date idea to have a sip and paint. the Stella rose was on the dining room table along with the baby easels and the charcuterie board. you heard your phone ring, hoping it’d be him, telling you he was on his way. but when you answered, you were met with something else.

“hey? are you on the way? I got everything all set up-’’

“y/n, I can’t make it tonight. something important came up.”

“but Blake, we’ve literally been planning this for at least a week now,” you said in a stern tone, hoping he could sense you were pissed.

“I know babe, I know. but I just can’t come tonight. call up one of your friends or something I don’t know.” he said nonchalantly as you just stood there in disbelief.

“you know what I just might. don’t bother coming by tomorrow.” you scoffed, then you hung up the phone.

it wasn’t the first time he canceled on you, more like the 1500th time. you went out of your way to get this together, so the fact that he just canceled made you feel horrible.

you sat down on the couch and started to cry, but you didn’t want to let this night to go waste. you bought everything, the paint, the food, and the easels. somebody was going to be here tonight and if it won’t be Blake, it’ll be someone else.

you reached over to grab your phone to text your closest friend, Grayson.

you: “hey gray. are you busy tonight?”

he responded within 2 minutes saying;

g: “hey y/n no i’m free. what’s up?”

you: “do you wanna come over to paint and sip? blake was supposed to, but he has something to do and i don’t wanna let this stuff go to waste lol”

g: “yes of course give me 20 minutes”

you: “okay cool see you then :)”

you weren’t expecting to hang out with Grayson, but you weren’t expecting to not see your boyfriend either. he always makes you feel better anyways considering you come to him when you have issues with Blake. you feel bad because you know he gets annoyed by it and can’t stand him, but he always says the right words. 

some days you wish he could always comfort you in your time of need, but that’ll ruin your friendship. he has a life too and it’s draining to listen to your friend’s boyfriend's issues over and over again. he has a good heart and that’s why you love him…as a friend of course.

you went to the bathroom to fix up your hair and makeup then you heard your doorbell. you walked towards the door to be met with a slightly messy hair Grayson. he had on a white tee, blue shorts, and some birks. he lowkey looks like he just woke up, but in a cute way.

“hi y/n, can I come in?” he smiled, eyeing you up and down.

“hey Gray. yes of course. come take a seat.” you returned the smile, moving out of the way so he could pass through.

“sooo blake stood you up again huh?” Grayson said, taking a seat in the dining room.

a frown appeared across your face, “yeah, he didn’t even say why. just that “it was something important”. you said putting air quotes.

“well you might want to look at this,” Grayson unlocked his phone and went to Instagram. he went to your boyfriend’s story, and there he was taking shots at a fucking bar.

he’s such a liar. what the actual fuck?” tears started to brim in your eyes as he locked his phone and set it down.

“I’m so sorry y/n, but to be honest. I don’t even know why you’re still with him,” he grumbled, looking down slightly.

“w-why would you say that? he’s nice sometimes,” you said in a low tone, playing with your fingers.

“c'mon y/n. most of our conversations are literally about him being a fucking asshole. he’s not good for you. why can’t you see that?”

“okay, I didn’t invite you over here so you could talk shit about Blake. I invited you over because-“

“because you needed comfort? or because you know I’m better for you and I’m better than he’ll ever be.” the room got quiet and you just stared at him blankly. you didn’t know what to say. there was always that voice in the back of your head, telling you that he was better, but you ignored it. did he really mean that?

“look, I probably shouldn’t have said that, but it’s the truth. I can’t stand to see you with him, knowing that I treat you so much better. I have morals so that’s why I never said anything because you were already with him. after tonight, seeing you like this? now I’m at my breaking point, y/n. I know we’re friends and I value our friendship, but I don’t know how much more of this I can take. how much more of this can you take?”

he was 100% right, but Grayson is like a brother to you. at the same time, when you were with blake whether that was in intimacy or not, your brain would often drift to him. you would think about how he’d fuck you and take care of you afterward, something that never even crossed blake’s mind. 

even when you’re alone, touching yourself you can’t help but imagine it’s Grayson making you ache and moan in the way that you do. 

this whole time it was him, but your brain wanted to play tricks on you.

“y/n? are you okay?” you completely forgot to respond to what he said, so you had something better in mind.

you stood up from your chair, put your right hand behind his neck, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. he was caught off guard at first until he returned the favor.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that either, but you’re right gray. there was always a small part of me that wasn’t sure about blake. that part was you. I guess I didn’t realize it until now, I was so blind and stupid.” you sighed, pulling back from him a little shocked at what you just confessed.

“no, no you’re not stupid mama, don’t ever say that. that’s not the point I was trying to make. I just wanted you to see things for what they were.” Grayson mellowed, wiping his thumb across your chin and then tilting you up. you couldn’t help but get shy and giggle.

“well, I’m all yours now, Dolan. now can we paint and sip, please? it was a lot for me to get this shit together. at least now I’ll actually be able to enjoy it with someone.” you explained, tugging at his arms, while he lets out a chuckle.

“of course, we can and enough about that prick. you said you’re mine now yeah? after tonight, you won’t even remember him.” 

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[saturngrqy]

i need some angst tonight. could i do one were y/n comes back from work but no one was home and so u decide to make dinner for everyone as a surprise but then see them all come back and y/n asked them where they were and said that they gone out o eat, the’ gray feels bad cause he thought u were working late and he saw the dinner u made and y/n sitting alone at the table eat her dinner alone gray and y/n are dating. i’m so so so sorry of this doesn’t make sense

no it does ! thank you for sending it in :D

You groaned, stepping into the air- conditioned kitchen. You kicked your sneakers off, throwing your keys onto the counter afterwards. You walked down the hallway to you and Grayson's shared bedroom, excited to get some rest in after a really long, frustrating day of work.

However, when you walked into the room, it was completely vacant. You frowned, checking the bathroom and closet as well.

"Grayson?" You called, exiting the room. No one answered.

You smirked, thinking of an idea. You wanted to cook him dinner, considering he always complimented your cooking and you had figured he was at a meeting or went to hang out with some of his friends.

You whipped out your laptop, going to pinterest to search up some good recipes. You found one and began getting all the ingredients out, placing them on the island.

It took you around an hour to chef up the whole dinner, including two extra plates for Ethan and Kristina. You set up the table as well, putting two crystal candles in the center and lighting them. Right as you finished lighting them, the door opened to reveal everyone.

They walked in, laughing. You stood up straight, waiting for them to notice your surprise. Grayson was the first to notice, and your mood instantly deflated as you saw him purse his lips and frown.

"Uh, Y/n, sweetheart," he began warily. "We- we just got back from dinner,"

You sucked in a breath, instantly upset. "Oh."

"I'm sorry baby, we thought you weren't gonna come home until late. We were gonna bring you something home, but it appears we forgot," he says, motioning to his empty hands.

"No- it's okay," you spoke quietly. "We can just save this for tomorrow. I think I'm going to eat some though, I haven't eaten since this morning," you explain, sitting down in the booth seat.

Grayson smiled softly and laid down on the couch. Ethan and Kristina were right behind him, but first they both gave you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry Y/n, we really thought you were working closing hours tonight. That's totally our fault. But thank you for making us dinner!" Kristina cheered, grasping Ethan's hand and shuffling to sit next to Grayson.

You slouched, grabbing your fork and digging into your plate. You ate quietly, not saying a word as you stared at the empty seats in front of you.

Grayson turned around, gazing at you as you sulked. His throat tightened, and guilt instantly flooded him. He continued to stare at you for about 5 minutes before he decided to get up and join you, despite his full stomach.

You looked up, surprised as he slid into the booth next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, squeezing your upper arm.

"What are you doing, Grayson," you asked blankly.

"I'm eating dinner," he exclaimed, immediately scarfing down as many bites as he could.

You sighed. "Grayson, if you're full I totally understand. You don't have to eat it just because you feel bad,"

"No," he said, mouth full of food. "I'll never get tired of your cooking. Mmh, this is delicious babe,"

You scoffed, looking down at your lap and grinning slightly.

He glanced back up at you. "What?"

"Oh, nothing," you chuckled. "You're too good for me,"

"Shut up," he quickly interjected. "You just made a five-course meal for us while we ditched and went out to get fast food. We suck,"

You giggled, leaning into his shoulder. He laughed as well, pressing a quick kiss to to your forehead.

"Thank you," he whispered.

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[bubsdolan]

Are you planning to write more about Grayson Dolan if he comes back?

i was actually thinking about writing again!! maybe start off with some blurbs & see how i get on idk

#asks

[godcent]

paycheck - g.b.d.

cw: homewrecking, verbal/physical humiliation, unprotected sex.

    “i want you in my office in five, y/n. is that clear?” she hissed. “crystal.” i huffed. i didn’t see the point. i knew what was bound to happen.

   i gathered my things and headed upstairs to my dreadful meeting with my manager, vivienne. my heart wrenched more and more with every click of my over-priced work heels. every pair of eyes i passed seem to stick as i walked. 

    i laid out on my way to the office every possible scenario in my head. but my train of thought circled back to one in specific every time. i was about to be fired. 

   vivienne had been nagging me about my expectations for weeks almost. she didn’t like for the truth to get out. 

    i tidied up my skirt before twisting the door knob. at the conference table sat vivienne alongside her useless husband, grayson. he’s lucky he’s so gorgeous. otherwise i don’t think he’d still have a placement in this establishment. 

   “have a seat.” she commanded. i slid one of the chairs from under the table. “now, y/n. i think you know why you’re here.” i took a seat in the black office chair. “yes, ma’am, i do. can i be frank with you?” i leaned in. she nodded quickly in approval. “i think it’s bullshit.” i spoke plainly. 

    “excuse me?” she scoffed. “would you like me to repeat myself, ma’am?” i smiled. “listen here, y/n. the things that you’ve been saying about both me and this corporation are completely inappropriate. we’ve discussed this in the past and i won’t put up with it anymore. got it?” 

   “you must not have the capability to handle the truth, ms. vivienne.” i pouted. “okay i have had enough of this! you’ve embarrassed me, you’ve embarrassed this establishment, and frankly you’ve embarrassed yourself along the way.” she raised her voice. “okay, viv. i think you need to calm down.” grayson stepped in. 

   she took a step back, looking astonished, almost. “alright, grayson. why don’t you deal with her?” she stormed abruptly out the door.

    we marinated in the painful silence of the office. i let the adrenaline in my veins build up before getting up from my seat. “you heard her,” i began, walking toward him with my finger on the glass table. 

    i smiled sweetly and straddled his waist. i tilted his head to the side. slowly, i leaned closer and closer to his ear. “deal with me, grayson.” i whispered. 

   i looked again into his starry eyes and grabbed hold of his hand. he watched at my wet lips in awe as i slid his muscly hand up my thigh. he quickly drew me in and pressed his soft, pink lips on mine. 

    keeping his one hand on my upper thigh, he ran the other frantically through my hair. i gradually leaned further and further into the steamy kiss with every second. my hips rolled eagerly onto his lap, the feeling of his hardening cock growing more potent as i continued. 

   i felt on his perfectly groomed beard. his skin was soft. he smelled vividly of over-priced cologne and it was absolutely inebriating. 

      i licked the taste of him off my lips when he pulled away. he looked down at his anxious hands as he undid his pant zipper. i watched carefully, waiting for him to be revealed. my soaking cunt ached at the sight of the bulging imprint in his boxer briefs.  

   i looked back up at his face, dazzled. the smirk he beamed let me know he was well used to this look. he pulled his cock quickly out of the waistband of his underwear, the same look in his eye. 

    he lifted my skirt in order to inspect my clothing situation. i impatiently watched his attack. his hands slid around the crotch area of my black panty hoes. i gasped as i heard the fabric torn apart right under me. 

   he kissed gently around my jaw. “i wanna watch you bounce on this cock for me. can you do that, y/n?” he whispered. i could feel the pulsating beat of my cunt intensify at his words. i nodded. 

   i positioned myself on his upright sat tip to perfection. his hands wrapped around my waist in a tenderly fashion. 

    i winced as he slowly pushed my body onto his dick. “yeah,” he began. “just like that...” 

   it felt almost as if i could feel him in my stomach. i gripped onto the chair back behind him as i bounced up and down, quicker and quicker with every minute. 

    i threw my head back, releasing a desperate moan on the way. quicker than i could blink, his hand slid between my parted lips. his fingers crept down my throat. “shut up, bitch.” he scolded. 

   i sucked slowly on his fingers as i rode his cock, my eyes drawn to his. i hummed against his hand in ecstasy, earning another push down my throat. 

    the feeling of his hands tangled and tugging on my hair was deliciously painful. he quickened the pace, moving me up and down by my locks. i fluttered my eyelashes. 

    “you like that? don’t you, slut?” his jaw clenched. he pulled the two fingers in my mouth down, stretching my jaw wide open. “let me see that tongue.” my tongue slid slowly out of my mouth at his command. 

   i smiled subtly as i felt his warm spit on my tongue. he shoved his two fingers down my throat, triggering my gag reflex once more. 

   his hands proceeded to my ass as they felt around aimlessly. i could feel my walls tighten around him at his simple touch. the profanity uttered under my breath was quickly muted by grayson. “didn’t i tell you to be quiet, bitch? didn’t i?” he grit his teeth. yes, i nodded. 

    i furrowed my brows, intimidated by the piercing stare he gave me. i felt his cock pulsate inside of me as he grunted. “god, you’re gonna make me cum.” he thrusted his hips forcibly into my gushing cunt. 

    our bodies slammed together a few times more before i felt him release right in my core. 

   as he pulled himself out of me, i could feel his juices trickle down my cunt. the feeling was relieved with a quick swipe of grayson’s finger. while one hand held my mouth open, the other was feeding his warm, fresh cum down my throat. i sucked every last drop from his fingertips. 

   “ you don’t seem so mouthy anymore, do you?”

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[blazedgraysons]

My So-Called Wife

Naomi and Grayson are settled into a seemingly boring marriage with one jarring secret that can threaten their lives.

A/N: lmao okay if anyone see this, i’m going to die. i started working on this au probably like 1.5 year ago and i found this draft. i know i said i was done with this blog but honestly i really loved this concept and tbh worked really fucking hard on it so i want to put it out there. this was inspired by mr. and mrs. smith and a tv show called imposters. this is also very unedited but if you see this hi ily and tysm for reading if you do🤍

warnings: there’s some smut and violence. that’s all. also it’s very long - i think the longest thing i’ve ever written.

Naomi never thought she could be so bored with a dick inside her.

Until now.

Her head falls to the side slightly, vision catching bright red numbers blinking back at her.

15 minutes.

Grayson had been thrusting inside her for 15 minutes. He’s not touching her though she can’t remember the last time he had. The silence in the room is almost deafening, Naomi more preoccupied with counting the seconds between each movement.

Her dress is still on and so is his shirt. She doesn’t remember the last time either of them were both actually naked -probably the last time he actually touched her.

“Are you okay?” His gruff voice pulls her from her thoughts, her in the middle of questioning whether he was actually enjoying this. She nods wordlessly, painting a sweet expression on her face.

“Dr. Braun said this would be good for us.”

Naomi didn’t need a reminder, the memory of the chubby, short, balding man permanently implanted in her mind. He had greeted them from a swivel chair, high enough where his feet couldn’t touch the ground. She was already annoyed before he asked his first question, wondering why he seemed so delighted in her failing marriage. He had peered at them over a pair of crescent moon glasses, watching as they both filled out the questionnaire he given them. However, that they didn’t stop Naomi from missing the way his eyes slowly trailed over her figure in her sundress before scribbling obnoxiously in his legal pad.

Grayson had felt the growing tension between them, a gnawing feeling in his stomach that hinted that they were on the brink of divorce. He had suggested couples counseling, and Naomi, ever committed to being a devoted wife, agreed. However, the more time she spent under Dr. Braun’s watchful eye, the more she was beginning to regret it.

“When’s the last time the two of you had sex?”

“Aren’t you supposed to lead into that question?” Her tone is icy, eyes narrowed accusingly.

He scribbles some more, and Naomi can feel her own pencil snap under her harsh grip. Grayson’s hand anchors her, watching as he mouths for her to relax.

“I believe it’s easier to find the root of the problems if the couple is having intimacy issues. Normally, if a partner can’t perform, they’re hiding something? Is there an issue with what I’m asking?”

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t prefer to spend my time having my every action analyzed.” Naomi catches the words ‘defensive’ and ‘arrogant’ being written and she opens her mouth, ready for a fight.

“It’s probably been a while. More than six months, I think.” Grayson interrupts her, choosing to answer Dr. Braun’s question instead.

“Then I guess the real question remains-“ Dr. Braun smiles wickedly at the both of them. “Do you two have something to hide from another?”

“I believe I’m pretty honest with her; there’s nothing I would hide from Naomi.” Grayson’s answer is earnest, heartfelt, saying everything Naomi isn’t. Naomi watches the way he fidgets, twisting his wedding band as he answer. Dr. Braun hums, scribbling some more before facing her.

“And do you?”

“ Do I what, Doctor?” She sneers, tapping her foot.

“Do you have something to hide?”

A loud snore startles her, bringing her back to the present. She turns to see her husband fast asleep.

Typical.

She waits a beat, counting to ten in her head to make sure he’s actually sleeping before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, sock-clad feet touching the ground.

She walks through their ensuite to their closet making sure to lock the door behind her. At the very end stands a mahogany armoire, one she had first bought with Grayson at an antique sale. He never realized its true purpose.

She pushes it slightly to the side, revealing a loose floorboard. When she removes the plank, she’s greeted to the sight of two large duffle bags.

So, yes. She was hiding something, something jeopardizing to both their lives. She sets aside the first bag, unzipping the second one.

Multiple passports, a ziploc bag full of cash, a burner phone. She takes another look at the file hidden underneath, a penlight tucked between her lips.

Name: Grayson Dolan

Age: 25

Occupation: Tech Consultant

A smiling picture falls from underneath the documents and she brings it closer to her face, examining his features slowly.

She was no stranger to the black widow op, seducing a wealthy man to take his money and leaving with nothing in return. It was practically how she survived, always receiving a generous cut from her agency.

This, however, was different. Grayson happened to work at a reputable tech agency that had been stealing money from her boss, embezzling him out of a quarter of his net worth in under four years, and a lot was riding on her ability to figure out how to get this money back. She flips through the documents again, scanning through her assignment outline. She was supposed to find a way into Grayson’s life, sneak her way into his job and get access to documents of proof of fraud. It should have been simple enough, over and done with in less than a year. Somehow, Grayson had found a permanence into her life. She had gotten used to waking up beside him and falling asleep to his soft snores in the evening,

A sparkle catches her eye and she looks down at her left hand, flashlight illuminating her wedding ring. A sign of broken promises and a marriage already built on a foundation of lies. She tucks the diamond under her finger, revealing the script embedded on the bottom.

Naomi Dolan - April 2022

Two years. She should’ve have been in and out, done with this in an under a year and yet she was heading into her third year of marriage. And everyday it was getting harder to differentiate between what was real and what was fake.

She sighs again, clicking her flashlight off and placing everything back in its original spot before falling asleep in her usual her spot next to Grayson.

When she wakes up, birds are chirping loudly outside the window, reminding her that she’s stuck in another day of suburbia.

She follows their unspoken routine, having fallen into a comfortable routine with Grayson. Everyday is the same.

They’ll wake up and brush their teeth, neither of them speaking, just stealing glances through the mirror. Naomi will leave for work, kissing him on the cheek before driving to work, where Grayson believed she’s simply an accountant. In reality, she’s at her agency, figuring out how to take whoever her boss is focused on down. Around 3:30, she’ll come home where she’ll sneak around and hope that today is the day Grayson would be careless enough to leave some information lying around before he comes home to her at 6, a hot-dinner laid out on the table waiting for him.

Everyday is the same.

“How was your day at work?” He’ll ask her.

Memories will through her head, laying the scene out like a flip book. Victim unrelenting to give information, another blood stained shirt tucked underneath the floorboard so he won’t find it.

She’ll sip her wine, coyly smiling over the glass. “Troublesome. And you?”

But today he does something different, breaking their scripted out day.

“We’re having a Christmas party, black-tie. It’s this Friday and I’d like it if you come with me, sweetheart?

Naomi hums, acknowledging his statement. In her mind, a Christmas party surrounded by a bunch of tech bros was the closest thing to Hell she could get.

“Dr.Braun said we should try to spend more time together. Said it’ll help with our marriage.” Naomi fights the urge to roll her eyes.

Another terrible suggestion by that terrible man.

“Andras is the head of another company. It’s supposed to be a merging gala, whatever that means.”

Andras?

Naomi perks up at the mention of that name, that was interesting to her.

Andras Graves had been one of the top marks her agency had been watching for the past year or so, taking over Grayson’s company in under two months. He was born into wealth, a trust fund baby that grew into a powerful man by the age of 22. He controlled over half the technical information in the western United States and having him on your side was valuable.

Having his information was even better.

“You didn’t tell me Andras was becoming CEO of both the companies.” She ask, hoping her tone remains steady enough to sound inconspicuous.

He twists his wedding band.

“We didn’t know until this morning.”

“Well, I would love to come then. Get to know this new CEO of yours.”

Grayson twists his wedding band again before smiling back up at her.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

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There’s really only three essential rules to a long term con: always stick to your story, never let your identity become comprised and never cross-disguise.

Fortunately Naomi had always been good at dress-up, playing pretend and leading a new identity. The more you do it however, the less glamorous it starts to become.

She adjusts her janitor uniform, pulling at the baggy pant legs. Her hair is tucked under an itchy and hot blonde wig. She knows how to remain unseen, unnoticeable to the passing eye. She keeps her head low, eyes downward as she pushes her cleaning cart through the bustling crowd.

Grayson’s company he works at surprises Naomi, a large high-rise with big glass windows and screens everywhere. Some displaying the news, some displaying stock information and others being used for presentations. The more Naomi looks, the more what she’s seeing makes less sense - so unnecessarily big as if to distract from something.

She continues walking, looking all around her and praying she knows what she’s looking for when she sees it. Doors to an evil lair, henchmen guarding an entry way or even a giant neon sign screaming ‘evil shit goes on here’. However, nothing useful catches her attention.

“Grayson, Andras wanted to see you later.” Naomi’s head whips back, spotting the way Grayson is walking right towards her. Instantly, she knows that regardless of whatever wig she has on, Grayson’s perceptive enough to recognize the supposed love of his life.

She takes in her surroundings, scanning for a quick exit but not seeing anything that will get her out of his way. He’s grows closer and Naomi holds her breath she’s running out of time until he’s close enough to see her. She tucks her head even further down, pulling down her wig to cover her face before rushing past him. She sees her getaway, walking through a pair of double doors, sighing out when she can lock them behind her.

“Excuse me?”

She turns around. Sitting behind a broad desk was none other than Andras. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing a pale face. Everything about him is classically handsome except for his eyes, laced with vice and deceit.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just need to clean your office.” She slips into a airy French accent, hoping he’ll go along with no questions.

“Doesn’t cleaning normally come on Tuesdays?”

Life can never be easy, can it?

“The woman who normally comes is out sick, sent me here today instead.”

“Really, is Florence okay?” He smiles at her, almost amused as if he’s picking up on something she isn’t.

She swallows deeply. “She’s fine, just a brief touch of appendicitis.”

“Very well. Do I need to be in here or-?”He walks over to her, staring her down with such an intensity that Naomi starts to feel nervous - a rare feeling for her.

“I’ll be just a second.” She assures, slightly pushing him out of his office.

She takes a deep breath, standing in front of his desktop set up. Naomi unclips her bracelet, placing the flash drive into his computer before copying most of the documents onto there.

“C’mon, c’mon.” She whispers under her breath, eyes hurriedly focused on the loading bar. The computer dings, and she sighs out, clipping her bracelet back on before walking out. Not paying attention, she carelessly walks into the person standing outside, hand half-raised in a knock.

“Woah, watch out.” Two strong arms steady her, pulling her upright before she falls to the ground.

Hazel eyes meet green.

“Naomi?” Grayson asks.

She releases himself from his hold, quickly walking past him and into the crowd. She turns around to see him following her and begins to walk even faster, ditching her janitor cart to move through the crowd easier. Her heart is racing, the rapid thumping deafening to her ears.

“Naomi, wait!”

Grayson grabs her wrist, finally catching up to her and turning her so she’s facing him. She watches as he looks over properly, fully taking in who’s in front of him.

Naomi’s been trained to read emotions since a young age, gather what somebody is feeling in just a second based off of facial expressions and body language alone. She’s expecting confusion, panic, even anger. She knows how Grayson is supposed to react.

Instead, he surprises her. His whole demeanor radiates calmness, not even fazed by the chase she had just put him through.

He drops her wrist and smiles calmly, not even missing a beat.

“Sorry, I must’ve mistaken you for somebody I know. You have a familiar face.” He turns the other way, hands in his pocket as if he hadn’t just caught her parading around as another woman.

She stands in the middle of the lobby, still trying to calm the anxiety racing through her body. Mostly, she’s confused. She’s always been able to read Grayson like the back of her hand, growing in tune to what he’s feeling just from studying so long. So she knows she hadn’t missed the main emotion written clearly on his face:

Recognition.

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High stakes jobs require a level of calmness that are usually uncommon in most people. Naomi’s always prided herself on being a rational person, always able to stay calm in even the most stressful of situations.

“It’s done. I can’t do this anymore, I gotta get out. Call me when you get this.” are the first words out of her mouth when she’s in the car. She’s already called her agency, panic weaving it’s way through her burner phone. She’s unsure why she so rattled by her experience with Grayson, but something is off.

He should’ve reacted - yelled, responded or even yanked her away, or even explain to his coworkers - ‘Hi, sorry my wife is certifiably insane. No she doesn’t not work here and I don’t know why she’s dressed like this.’

She doesn’t understand why he remained calm, but ever nerve in her body is on red, screaming at her to run. She whips her car into her driveway and immediately crosses into her house, running up the stairs to head straight for the mahogany dresser in the back of the closet. She pushes it to the side, opening the second duffle bag to reveal her go-bag. She changes immediately, throwing on leggings and a black t-shirt with a baseball cap. She pulls off he gun taped to the back of the dresser, and almost as quickly as she ran in, she’s leaving, headed straight towards Grayson’s office on the first floor. She opens up the safe, hidden behind a giant painting, and grabs all the cash from inside stuffing that into her duffle bag.

It’s not until she’s halfway out the window that she notices something’s not right.

“Fuck, fuck!” She screams. Her bracelet is missing, panic rapidly rising throughout her body. She’s sitting one leg out the window when she hears dinging, loud noises coming from the thin Macbook in the middle of his desk. She walks over, clicking on the first folder that’s finished uploading.

Files are being uploaded to a cloud, documents after documents. She recognizes them, files that she had just copied from Andras’ desktop. Financial records of embezzlement, records of larceny and assault. Everything she was supposed to take back to her agency was being uploaded right in front of her eyes.

She drops her bag in shock, finally piecing everything together. Too caught up in making sure Grayson hadn’t recognized her, she had missed the way he had grabbed her wrist, hands deep in his pocket as he was leaving. She tries to steady her breathing, panic intensifying as she watches all of her work from the past two years go down the drain. Watching as everything she’s worked for slowly fall into the hands of her enemy.

She opens the last file, pictures of her loading the screen. As expected, Grayson had been watching her, longer than she had thought. Old ID’s, street cam photos, anything connected to her or another identity was being uploaded for Andras and his team to see. The final photo in the series is a picture from their wedding, Her smiling at the camera, happiness almost mocking Naomi’s utter despair at the realization that she is most literally a dead woman. Her identity being revealed puts everyone she works for at risk, and her agency doesn’t take that risk too lightly. Her burner buzzes a few times, and she takes a deep breath before reading the lone text waiting for her.

Identity compromised. Kill Grayson Dolan.

When Grayson started working for Andras, he hadn’t expected to be caught up in a criminal ring. He had taken a security job in his early 20’s, knowing that it paid well and was enough to keep him afloat until the next thing came along. He hadn’t expected to quickly rise up into Andras inner circle.

Everyone knew Andras was involved in some shady organizations; you don’t become as powerful as he did without a few skeletons in your closet. The closer he got to Andras, he realized he was actually in the midst of a graveyard.

He shouldn’t have been too surprised then when Andras approached him a year ago, dropping simple files revealing the true identity of his wife. Andras had explained the whole thing to him: how he had stolen some money from an ex-partner whom Naomi worked for, and she was helping to get revenge. He explained how she had been after him for years with no success and claimed how easy it would be for Grayson to get rid of her. It was practically perfect since she would never expect for her target con to be the one to take her down.

Grayson knew he should be angry, knew he should feel betrayed for being played a fool. However the only feeling was a sickness of listening to how disposable Andras thought his wife was. Luckily, it never got to that point.

In reality, the best way to avoid a takedown is to know what the other side has planned. And Naomi had dropped that precious information into their lap.

Apparently, she had gotten really desperate - actually showing up to his job in order to snoop around. And he wouldn’t have known her true intentions if he hadn’t noticed the bracelet, a gaudy piece of silver that he hadn’t recognized. She normally preferred daintier pieces and when he had finally had a chance to touch it, he recognized it for what it was. A hidden flash drive.

After that, everything practically fell into place. Knowing which files her agency deemed important, it was easy to cover Andras tracks. Delete whatever information they needed the most and the best part was he didn’t even have to confront Naomi.

Grayson just hoped Naomi would’ve been smart enough to flee, get far away from the house by the time he got home.

He sends a silent prayer to the universe before opening the door.

“Hi honey! How are you doing?” She’s chopping vegetables, music playing through the speakers.

Apparently the universe doesn’t listen.

She’s changed since the last time he saw her, obviously not wearing the grimy janitor outfit home. Instead she’s wearing all black - down to her running shoes. She’s finishing up the salad, a large dinner already set out on their expansive dining table. For a moment, Grayson can almost pretend like it’s normal. That they’ll sit down and he’ll ask her about her day. Almost pretend like none of today’s weirdness had even happened.

Naomi continues to hum along, At Last playing softly through the speakers. He recognizes the melody almost immediately, taken back to their wedding day when they had danced together - officiating their title as a couple. He had always loved that song, but Naomi refused to play it - claiming she didn’t want to taint her perfect memories to it. His face darkens as it always does when he thinks about their supposed past - how none of it was real to her anyways.

“Sit down, honey. Dinner will be ready soon.” She calls out, and she turns the music up louder while he obeys, walking into their dining room. He listens closely, recognizing that what he thought was humming is actually the soft murmurs of conversation. He strains, trying to listen, but all he can focus on is Etta James crooning.

He knows his wife is a smart woman, that she would have already pieced together what happened today. Theres no reason why she wouldn’t have left, already halfway across the world and away from him.

Unless there was something forcing her to stay.

He walks over to their china cabinet, reaching in the back to grab a hidden gun.

“You read my mind, honey. Grab the wedding glasses, please.” Grayson freezes, not from Naomi’s sudden presence behind him. He hadn’t even realized she had entered the room, setting down the salad bowl in the center of the table. He pauses at the word honey - the third time she’s called him that in less than five minutes. She never calls him pet names - even when they were dating. She always claimed she hated the cliche and while he was quick to shower her with sweethearts, babes and darlings, she always kept quiet.

The warning signs were always really there and Grayson curses himself for being too blind to recognize them.

Naomi is just as calm as she was in the kitchen, blinking at him owlishly as if wondering what’s taking him so long to grab those glasses and sit down. As he joins her, pouring a glass of wine and sitting across from her, he starts to wonder if he’s crazy. If Andras actually got it all wrong and Naomi isn’t who he thinks it is. The woman who is sitting across from him does not have the demeanor of someone who is waiting for their death - knowing powerful people are hunting her down. He swallows, taking a large swallow before looking at her.

He almost believes himself until he notices her hand, gaze flickering between her coy smile and her ring finger as she takes her own sip of her drink. In the entirety of their marriage, she has never gone without her ring. It had become a source of comfort for him, being able to look down and see the Tiffany ring on her finger - even when he knew the marriage was fake. She taps her ring finger on her glass, grabbing his attention and he recognizes the action for what it is. A silent message that the sham is over, that they both know the others game. She clears her throat softly before speaking.

“I know its not a special occasion, but I thought we should have a nice dinner anyways. We’ve been having so much trouble with our marriage and Dr. Braun did say spending time together was important.” She couldn’t hide her smile if she tried, and Grayson swallows as she throws his earlier words back in his face. He looks at all of his favorite food in front of him, a steak with mashed potatoes and salad in front of him. She never cooks like this for him, always settling for something simple and quick. He honestly didn’t even know that she knew how to cook this well, and almost cuts into his food before he stops.

Naomi is still staring at him expectantly, not even having moved to touch her own food. He pauses before looking down at his own plate, noticing a pile of white powder dumped on his potatoes. The pile was too large to be a seasoning and almost sat on top of his food like a mountain of snow. Naomi’s plate was missing the powder, and he turns his own plate away, biting into the steak instead.

He hopes she’s not cliche enough to poison him.

Naomi simply smiles, grabs some powder from a bowl and places it on her own food before taking a large bite.

“Emilia, the neighbor, brought back this special salt from Chile. She said it made every dish she tried better, and we both know how my cooking is. I didn’t put it on the steak though so it might taste a little,” She pauses before taking another bite of her salad completely avoiding her steak “different.”

He glares at her hard before swallowing his own bite.

“On second thought, darling - I’m not that hungry.” She nods getting up to collect both their dishes and for the millionth time that evening, he’s surprised by how calm she’s being. How can she act like everything is fine between them? Like this is just another day in their lives. Anger slightly swells in his chest and he speaks before thinking when she stands next to him.

“Y’know, the weirdest thing happened today. Saw a woman at my job who looked exactly like you.” She pauses before grabbing his steak knife, setting it on top of the other dirty dishes. He shouldn’t have done that. He doesn’t know what she knows and he could’ve at least pretended to be clueless. Maybe she really didn’t know he knew, and now he’s jeopardized everything.

“Weird.” is her only response and she walks back into the kitchen. He’s silent, planning an escape route before she can bring out dessert. The music is turned off and he’s never felt a quietness this loud before . Beads of sweat start forming at his hairline.. Something is wrong.

He just barely ducks underneath the dining table before the bullets make their way through the wall. He hears glass shatter, and immediately knows what’s been hit. Once her round is finished, he waits for the tell-tale clicks of a gun being reloaded before diving to grab the gun hidden in the china cabinet. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to do so before rounds are being fired off again. He inhales sharply when a bowl breaks above him. The shootings done almost as quickly as it started and the quietness is back. He holds his breath, listening to her footsteps walk in before standing up and shooting in her direction. Her eyes widen, taking in the fact that he’s very much still alive and darts back from where she came, hiding from his shots.

He walks out from his hiding spot, surveying the damage around him. Glass litters the entire dining room floor, bullet holes decorating their once-perfect yellow walls. He walks around to the entry foyer, turning in a circle to find a sign of to where she could have gone.

A zipping noise, steak knife literally cutting the tension in the air. He swipes his face, spreading sticky blood along his cheekbone. Of course, she had nicked him.

“Your aim is worse than your cooking, sweetheart.” He calls out. The house is silent in response, him starting to slowly move up the stairs.

He pauses at the top, cocking his gun and letting his finger hover over the trigger. His first thought is the master bedroom, quietly walking to the other side of the hallway. He makes it halfway before another load of gunshots works its way through the doors. Grayson quickly jumps over the banister, landing in the living room below. Naomi continues firing bullets below, using the upward angle as an advantage. He manages to craw into the next room, obstructed from her eagle-eye view. He knows she’s heading down the stairs and he’s getting tired of the cat-and-mouse chase.

“Sweetheart?” He calls out, “ Let’s tal-“

He’s interrupted by a load of gun shots, bullets breaking through the wall. It instantly wrecks, furniture flying everywhere and pieces of wood piling in the middle of the living room. Naomi fires three rounds before her bullets run out, silence calling out to her.

“You still alive, baby?” Her tone is cocky, arrogant and when she rounds the corner where she expected Grayson to be waiting for her, she’s confused when she doesn’t see anything. She walks slowly over destroyed furniture, moving things aside in order to find her missing husband.

“Grayson?” She whispers.

A firm grip behind her grabs her neck and pulls her around to face him. Naomi finds herself eye-to-eye with his gun, and she swallows deeply. She braces herself, watching as his face watches her own, staring deeply into his eyes. She’s silent, wishing to herself how things could’ve been different, ended differently. She silently asks Grayson to forgive her for what she’s done.

“You got me.” She whispers, and Grayson just stares at her, sighing before releasing his hold on her.

“Get out of here.” He whispers back, and before Naomi can say anything else, he’s gone.

{there was like another 3k words to this but i never finished that part completely. anyways hi and thank u for reading this if you see this note🤍🤍🤍}

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