#ethan dolan concept

[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.

[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

[exclusivedolan]

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

[baby-grayson]

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sleepy saturday morning with will and his little girl

your new (fake) boyfriend

late night wilbur

campfire vibes with boyfriend wilbur

arcade day with drunk wilbur

meeting wilbur on an airplane

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[poguesholland]

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

hope you enjoyed your day/night <333

-al

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bubsdolan]

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” & “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad” with Ethan!

“looking all pretty for me are ya, sweetheart?”

“you wish, dolan.”

ethan stood resting agasint your door frame, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk evident on his face as he watched you put the finishing touches to your makeup. you made eye contact with him in the mirror and watched as his hungry eyes raked over your body, licking his lips in the process.

it wasn’t uncommon for ethan to make himself at home in your apartment, after all he did have a key due to the many 2am hook ups you shared. strictly sex or no feelings attached, his rules.

“what are you even doing here, e?” you avoid ethan’s advances as you continued to get yourself ready for a date. a date you really weren't looking forward to, but somehow your bestfriend had convinced you to go on, to help distract yourself from the one man who claimed would never give you his heart, only his body.

you weren’t prepared to wait around for ethan forever and you were beginning to tire from your constant hookups. no matter how hurt it made you feel.

“missed you, baby. wanted to see if you wanted to chill tonight? no sex, just us,” ethan’s demeanour changed at your coldness towards him. he didn't like the fact he didn't have all your attention. nor did he like the fact you were clearly getting dressed up for someone who wasn’t him. 

you swallowed the lump in your throat, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms and spend the evening in his company that you loved, but you knew his intentions would soon lead to ones that would continue to break you. you needed to protect yourself.

“i have a date.”

“a- a date?”

“you heard me. now if you dont mind-”

you tried to move past ethan in the doorframe in order to leave your apartment, however he stopped you short of passing, gripping onto your wrist and pulling you flush against his chest.

your breathing hitched when you felt his arms snake around your waist, forcing you to peer up at him due to your close proximity, he looked even more beautiful under the dim lighting coming from your vanity. you could feel his heart beating through his chest and you had to stop yourself from kissing him.

“you’re not going.”

“excuse me?” you huff. the once face you dreamt of kissing, you now wanted to avoid.

“you’re. not. going.”

ethan’s words were stern, his eyes dark as he kept a tight hold on your body to stop you from your attempts to escape. ethan’s jealous and protective side coming out, you may not officially be his girl, but in his eyes, you were still his.

you managed to free yourself from ethan’s arms when you pushed at his chest and caused him to stumble back, walking over to the other side of the room to create a distance between you both. your anger boiling inside you as you started to feel all your bottled up emotions explode.

“don’t you dare come to my house and tell me what i can and can’t do. we’re just friends ethan! your fucking words, just sex no feeling involved! remember?”

“gosh you’re acting so entitled right now-“

“you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” ethan stood smirking at you, assumed by your sudden outburst as it finally confirmed to him that you harboured the same feelings towards him that he did with you.

you chuckled out a laugh of disbelief at his words, turning away to face him and calm yourself down, trying not to say something you might regret. all of a sudden you felt a toned, warm and much larger than yours body spin you around and push you up agasint the wall. his hands rested on either side of your head to trap you, as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

his breathe hot, causing goosebumps to litter all over your skin and have his confidence soaring at the effect he had on you.

“we’re not just friend and you fucking know it.” he growled.

“ethan-“

before you could say anything more, or fight him off, ethan was leaning down to capture your lips with his own. normally what could only be described as a sloppy, desperate make out you often shared, was replaced with a gentle one. a kiss that spoke a thousand words and had you melting into his body.

his lips seemed softer then normal. they took their time to pour every once of emotional he felt and hoped his actions spoke louder than his words ever could.

“mine,” kiss “mine,” kiss “mine, all fucking mine.”

your wrapped your arms around ethan’s neck and dragged him in closer. chasing his lips whenever he left a quick peck and pulled away to finally claim you. you relaxed into him when he reached up to stroke your cheek, eyes boring into your own. you were ready to forget the date that caused your dreams to come true and lay in the arms of the man you were destined to be with.

“yours e, im yours.”

“fuck yeah you are. gonna have show you there’s no one better than me, sweetheart, not even your stupid date.”

[bittywitches]

Blurbs & Headcanons Masterlist

Blurbs, Concepts, Imagines

Grayson Dolan

Bridesmaid mix-up

“You stupid emotional drunk.” 

Baby sister

Cheer up

Break up

Fooling around

Amusement park ride

Coffee shop mayhem

Lost child

Lisa walking in

College roommates (CR) - Confession

CR - Mornings

CR - “I miss dating.” “How about I take you on a date?” 

Husband Gray

Fast Food

Let’s fall in love for the night

Temporary fix

December, 1963

Francis Forever

Ethan Dolan

Skiing meet cute

Jersey snowball fight

Bathroom mix-up

“Pretend to be my date?”

Crush

Driver’s License

Headcanons

Grayson Dolan

Tall girlfriend

Short girlfriend

Long wavy hair girlfriend

College roommates

Play fighting

Meeting the parents

Actress girlfriend

Favourite kisses

Teacher girlfriend

[anusha-swritings]

My Pain, My Heartbreak G.D.

Not my gif

Summary: SingleDad!Grayson is on his 5th date with his current girlfriend y/n, she asks what the situation is with his daughter.

Warnings: Sad Grayson, Fluff, cuteness, talk of heartbreak

Not Requested

y/n = your name

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Y/N POV

Grayson and I have been dating for about 5 months. We’ve grown really close and we’ve been exclusive for about 4 months. I’ve met his daughter about 2 times, but Grayson talks about her all the time and it’s really the cutest thing ever. When he talks about her and her relationship with him and his brother, his eyes light up. We met through Ethan, who I had been friends with for a while, after he and his ex fiancé, Estella, split Grayson and I became friends. Ethan, Grayson, Ryan, and I started podcasting together. 

Grayson had invited me out for lunch today. We were going to this small french cafe in LA, where we wouldn’t get pestered by fans too much. Grayson and I were sitting next to each other, having coffee and scones, when he got a text from Ethan. He looked at his phone for a moment apologizing and a moment later his face lit up and his laughter filled the air around us. I smiled looking at him to see what had happened. “It’s a picture of Bella. She has a playdate with her friend in a few hours, I’m supposed to drop her off after our lunch, so Ethan’s getting her ready.” He lifted his phone showing me a photo of Bella’s hair with 2 lopsided pony tails and an excessive amount of butterfly clips littering her head. I giggled at the sight, as Gray responded to the text.

“So how is Bella doing?” I asked, having a more specific question in mind, but unsure as to how to go about it. “She's only 3, but growing too fast on me.” He chuckled, placing his arm around the back of my chair, leaning back and sipping his coffee. “Babe?” I asked hesitantly. He looked at me not saying anything silently asking what I had on my mind today. “I uh...I wanna know what happened with your ex. Does she still come around?” He sighed, removing his arm from around me and sitting up straight. “I mean we’ve been together for so long and I feel like I need to know about that part of your life. I get it if it’s too difficult for you-” “No, no.” He cut me off. “I just don’t like to talk about her, it’s just bad vibes. It’s only fair that I tell you about my ex if you’ve told me about yours.” I placed my arm comfortingly on his shoulder. He placed his hand on top of mine holding it and placing them on the table. 

“Bella’s mom, Estella, was my high school sweetheart. We we’re together since sophomore year. I was homeschooled but Estella was there for me, and Ethan.” I sighed thinking of how much this must’ve hurt him. I looked down at our joined hands on the dark wood table as he continued. “We got engaged when I was 20, she was only 19. That was the only public part of our relationship, other than Bella. I had hid her from my Instagram, she only appeared with me as a friend, until the engagement announcement, and I think in some ways it all must’ve hurt her too.” He sighed, before I could console him he continued as if he just wanted to rush it out and never talk about it again. 

“We found out 2 months before we were supposed to get married, that she was pregnant. She told me she wanted to get a Dna test, that’s when I found out she had been cheating on me. We got the test unbeknownst to her family, I of course told Ethan. Once we found out that Bella was mine, we postponed the wedding. Up until she left, we faked the love and happiness between us, there was nothing left just a show for our families. Two months after Bella was born, Estella admitted she didn’t want to keep up with our lie, and that she’d found someone else. She walked out on us and my family helped me take care of Bella.” He leaned back in his chair and I turned to hear him finish his monologue.

“I found out later Estella had told her family that I had cheated on her. The only person in her family who knows the truth is her mother.” I sighed. “I’m so sorry baby.” I placed my hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s ok now. I’m over her, Bella doesn’t know and I know she’ll ask me at some point. I wanna tell her that her mother was a good person. I just wanna be ready and I wanna be able to tell her that even though her mother isn’t here, that she’ll still have someone who can be there for her. Ya know?” 

“Yeah baby, of course I get it.” He turned his head and looked at me in the eyes. “Hey, this is supposed to be a happy lunch, not a pity party for me.” I giggled in response. “Look I don’t want you to worry about this. I love you now. That’s the only thing on my mind.” 

I smiled. “I love you too baby.” We shared a short kiss. “I don’t want to hurt you like that.” I sighed. Touching lips again. “Ever.”

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[rhyrhy462]

Calm Showers (E.D.)

Warnings: the sappiest ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺 like my simp is really showing, bad writing, one swear word i think?? yeah that’s it

*not my picture*

Y/N had had a really bad day. She spilled coffee all over her new skirt, had her laptop die in the middle of saving a file, and what probably bothered her the most was the fact that she didn’t get to give Ethan a kiss goodbye. She was ready to come home to say the least.

Her day had started to get better when her boss told her she could take the rest of the day if she wanted. Of course she wanted it. She’d take it any day, but it was friday. She would finally have the chance to get a head start on her weekend.

Before she could get in the house, Ethan was outside greeting her.

“Hey lovie, how was your day?” The way he asked made her heart melt.

“It was kinda shitty, but I get to be with you now.” Y/N knew she was being sappy, but she didn’t care. She missed him.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked in that same tone that made her want to do anything for him.

“No, just wanna shower, wash my hair ya know? help me relax a bit.”

“Can i help?” Ethan questioned.

She still couldn’t comprehend how he was the absolute best man on the planet, so she wrapped her arms around and murmured out, “Of course, bubba.”

While Y/N got undressed, Ethan got the water to the perfect temperature, just the way he knows she likes. These were some of Y/N and Ethan's favorite moments. The times where they were intimate without having sex.

After being with Ethan for two years, Y/N had quickly learned that he loves washing her hair or helping her wash it or watching her wash it. If he’s honest, he doesn’t really care about her hair that much. He just likes seeing her in a state of complete tranquility. The only other time he sees her like that is when she’s sleeping. It's his favorite sight.

While Ethan was thinking about her, he didn’t even hear her walk into the bathroom. “You ready?” She asked, completely ignoring the fact that he stumbled a little.

“Yeah. get in, I’m right behind ya.”

So that’s exactly what she did. She stood right under the water that warmed her skin so well. This was exactly what she needed. A nice warm shower that rinsed away all the stresses of work. Y/N felt all the tension that had built up in her body over the course of the day wash away.

“Feel good?” Ethan asked, considering she was hogging all the water.

“Feels amazing, E.” She replied while she moved from under the water so Ethan could have some.

They just showered in silence, enjoying the music coming from his bedroom. When her favorite verses of a song would come on, Y/N would hum along, but otherwise, they showered in complete peace with no noise. That was until Ethan noticed Y/N reaching for the shampoo.

He gently pried the bottle out of her hands and muttered, “Lemme wash your hair, bubba.”

So she let him. She let him run his hands from her scalp to the ends of the hair. Over and over. Even though she was standing, she almost fell asleep from how good his hands felt in her hair. To Y/N, this was the absolute best feeling in the world.

She hadn’t even realized that he’d already rinsed out, both the shampoo and the conditioner, from her hair. Y/N only noticed when he gave her a small pat on her butt and quickly commented, “Done.”

Neither of them wanted to leave the shower, but they wanted to leave a little bit of hot water for Grayson. So with a lot of reluctance, Y/N and Ethan stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towels that hung on the rack in Ethan's bathroom, and dried off.

Once they were all dry and had pajamas on, they laid in Ethan's bed all cuddled up together. Meet The Robinsons in the background, not really being watched. They really only cared about being held by one another. Ethan leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tangled one of his hands in her hair.

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it,” he whispered.

“After you washed it,” she softly corrected and gave him a quick kiss.

And just like that, they both fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

tagging: @blindedbythelightt​

A/N: wow would ya look at that. i’m a simp, but we been knew. the way that this  is the sappiest thing on the planet i’m truly sorry. anyway, i love you all. 

[houseof-harry]

What Happens in Jersey | G.D.

A/N - hey guys! this is my first time posting anything I’ve written on tumblr so pls forgive me if it’s total shit.  I’m super excited to hear any feedback and if you would be interested in a second part or something!!!

Word count: 5K

Warnings: smut

Summary - Y/N is in New Jersey with her college friend for the week of New Years.  She takes a particular liking to Grayson Dolan, but only plans for it to be a one time thing.  But things never go as planned.

It would be safe to say you were a bit of a nomad.  You had grown up in a small town and decided to go to college far away from there.  Once you left, your parents wanted out too.  However, you never had any interest in sitting in the middle of the mountains with them while you were on breaks, so you found yourself bouncing around from place to place, never really staying with anyone for more than a couple of weeks.

That’s how you ended up in New Jersey with your best friend from school.  Jessie was kind enough to let you stay with him the last few weeks of your winter break.  You were excited because after spending time with your whole family, you would finally be able to just hang out with your friends again.  Or Jessie’s friends, rather.

You and Jessie were seniors this year, and you had no idea where post-graduation would take you.  That’s why you’re soaking up every minute with him while you can.  His friends were all super welcoming of you and have made you feel like you were meant to be there with them all the time.  After hanging out with them all week, you were exciting to be spending New Year’s Eve with them, too.

“Do you know what you’re going to wear for New Year’s yet?” Jessie asks, pulling you from your train of thought.

“No, I still have to go through what I brought with me.  How fancy do you guys usually go?”

“It’s pretty casual.  The girls wear jeans and a cute top, nothing crazy.  I’m gonna wear jeans and a t-shirt.”  He shrugs, looking back down at his phone.  You walk over to your bag to look for the perfect top.  You were hoping that one of his friends would finally make a pass at you, so you wanted to dress the part.  Not just any of his friends, though.  Grayson Dolan specifically.

Grayson had been particularly nice to you since you’d come to town.  You hoped you weren’t reading into it too much and that he was actually interested because if you were being honest, it had been a minute since you’d had any action.  That’s all you needed.  No strings, not even a second night together.  Just something to end the dry spell that came along with the stress of trying to graduate college.

You pulled out a gold sequined top.  It showed plenty of chest without being too scandalous and always looked good paired with the black jeans you had packed.  You pulled the jeans out along with a pair of heels and got Jessie’s attention.

“Do you think this’ll look good?”  You ask him, looking down at the outfit and then back up at him.

“Yeah, that top always looks good on you.  Who’re you trying to impress?” He jokes, already knowing the answer.  Jessie is always up to date on your romantic life (or lack of one), and could tell immediately that you had taken a liking to Grayson.  He seemed to think Grayson had taken a similar liking to me, which is the whole reason you have your hopes up in the first place.

“You know why.”  You roll your eyes and put the clothes on top of your bag.

“He’s gonna go crazy for you in that, don’t worry.”  Jessie let out a bit of a sigh before you stood up.

“I’m gonna take a shower.  Movie after before we go to bed?”  You ask.

“Sure.”  He responds, not looking up from his phone.

You go to the bathroom, ignoring the frown that seemed to be on his face.

***

You were finishing putting on your mascara when Jessie walks into the room.

“Ready to go?”  He asks you while looking at himself in the mirror, adjusting his shirt.

“I guess so.”  You finish and put your makeup away, standing up and twirling around.  “How’s the finished look?”

He gives my body a once over, his eyes lingering on the shape of my body.  “Good,” is all he says.

“Just good?”

“Y/N, you always look amazing, you know what I meant.”  He rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, let’s go.”  You say, choosing to ignore his gesture with his eyes.  You walk down the stairs and outside, grabbing your jacket on the way.  Ethan and Grayson are waiting outside in their car.  When they see you approach, Ethan opens the window to greet you guys.

“There they are.  Ready for a new year?” He asks as you approach.

“More than you know.”  You smile at him and Jessie opens the back door.  You climb in and slide over so he can get in too.  You shiver and close your jacket more, holding it tight to your body.  Grayson smiles at you guys through the rear-view mirror and that’s it.  Maybe you had been reading too far into his kindness.

“Whose house are we going to again?”  You ask.  

“Drew’s.  His parents are at their friend’s house in Rhode Island,” Jessie says.  You nod, clearly not remembering which one Drew is. “The one who goes to Penn State,” he clarifies.

“Oh, right.”  You smile at him.

The car falls quiet for a while, which is unusual for you and Jessie and you can only assume it’s even more odd for Ethan and Grayson, but you guess everyone is tired and needs a moment of silence before entering the hectic last couple of hours of this year.

“We’re almost there,” Ethan says as he turns into a residential area.  It feels like he’s trying to calm the weird tension in the car, but you don’t know why it’s so awkward to start.

Before you can question it further, Ethan pulls up behind a bunch of other cars parked on the street and he turns the car off.  You hop out on Grayson’s side and shut the door.  You both wait for the other boys to walk around the side of the car before you head down the street.

“So, you’re not gonna drink?”  You ask Grayson, who you had fallen into step next to.

“I haven’t decided yet.  Ethan probably won’t, though, that’s why we offered to drive you and Jess in the first place.”  He gives you a smile and you nod back.

“I can’t lie, after my New Year’s Eve record I probably should chill too.”  You laugh, shaking your head.  “Maybe I won’t drink much tonight, either.  It would be cool to remember the beginning of this year.”

Grayson laughs while rubbing his mouth with his hand.  “Do you not remember the past few New Year’s?”

“Not fully, no.  I’m not even a crazy drinker, but there’s something about New Year’s that makes me want tequila like it’s water.  And tequila never ends well.”  You shudder, thinking about all the times it’s done you wrong.

“Yeah, maybe it’s more of a champagne year for you.”  He nudges you with your shoulder.

 “Maybe you’re right.”  You nod as you walk into the house.

***

It’s safe to say it was not just a champagne night for you.  You were 5 shots in at 11 pm when you decided to cool it.  Well, cool it the best you could.  You weren’t trashed but you also definitely weren’t sober.

“How’s your champagne?”  Grayson walks over to you while you’re sitting on the couch alone, watching everyone else interact.

“Unless champagne has started to taste like tequila, then not very good.”  You laugh at your own joke, covering your mouth.  He laughs as well, and you can’t tell if it’s with you or at you.

“Do you think you’ll remember tonight?”  He raises his eyebrow, sipping from his own cup.

“Oh yeah, I’m about half as drunk as I was last year.  I think the issue is that tequila makes me way too brave, one shot or ten” you sigh, looking at him.  He looks good tonight.  His long hair really suits his sharp facial features.  His light facial hair makes him look a bit older than he is, but in a good way.  A hot way.  And his lips look pink and soft, and you could just lean up and kiss them if you really wanted to.  You shake your head as if that will physically remove the thoughts from your brain.

“What?” He giggles, watching your every move.

You’re looking at him with your mouth open now.  You can see the flush of his cheeks and the drowsiness of his eyes.  You gasp.  “Are you drunk?”  

He stutters for a moment and you grab the cup from his hand, giving it a sniff.

“Is this a vodka soda?” You give it a sip, feeling the bubbles of the soda go down your throat with the bite of the vodka mixed with it.  “Living on the wild side tonight, I see.  Is Ethan still good?” You laugh, handing him his cup back.

“Ethan is not in the most sober state, either.  And you know Jessie is already messed up.  I think we might all just sleep here, if that’s okay.”  His eyes scan the room before he slumps back, unable to find his brother or his friend.  You lean back right next to him, your shoulders touching.

“Yeah, that’s okay.  You’re gonna have to steal clothes from Drew for me to sleep in, though.”  You look at his side profile, scanning his face.  He really did look good tonight. You see his cheeks heat up a bit more.

“What’re you looking at?”  He asks, now turning to face you, too.

“Your cheeks get really red when you’re tipsy.”  You giggle, poking his cheek.  His nose is almost so close you could touch it with yours.

“It’s not because of the vodka.”  He says rather confidently.  You raise your brow.

“Oh yeah?  What is it then?”

“The pretty girl sitting next to me on the couch.”  He turns to face forwards again with a bit of a smirk, sipping from his cup again.  You can feel heat rushing to your face and chest. His eyes drift over to you again. “Clearly it happens to you too.”  He sounds a bit victorious in his declaration, and you don’t know if it’s your brain or the tequila that tells you what to say next.

“Kiss me.”  You blurt out and then quickly cover your mouth.  Yeah, it was definitely the tequila who said it.

He sucks in a breath and looks at you again, his eyes dark.  “It’s only 11:30, you’re gonna have to wait another half hour for that.”  With that, he stands and walks back into his group of friends, leaving you shocked on the couch.

***

Everything past midnight is a blur.  Not because of the extra tequila shot you took after your conversation with Grayson, but because of the kiss he gave you after the countdown.  It was hot, needy, and purposeful.  It didn’t take long after that for everyone to decide where they were sleeping and settle down.  Most people were too drunk to even care if they slept in a bed or not.  Jessie told you he would get a guest bed for you to share, but you don’t even remember where he said to go because Grayson was looking at you from across the room and everything else disappeared.  You nodded at Jessie so that he’d walk away and you could finally go talk to the man whose consumed your mind all night.

“Excited for your sleepover with Jessie?”  He asks sarcastically while keeping the charming smile on his face still.

You shrug. “I mean I guess.  There’s a different sleepover I’d be more excited for, though.”  You do your best to keep your gaze at him innocent while you bite your lip.

“Oh yeah?  Which one is that?”  He moves to stand next to you as if to survey the room to see who you want to be in bed with tonight.

“Oh my god you’re really gonna make me say it out loud, aren’t you?” You laugh, crossing your arms and turning to look at him again.

“Say what?  I’m just an innocent man trying to help a pretty girl out.”  He does his best to hide smile but fails.  This is the second time he’s called you pretty tonight, and it is definitely the second time it has made you feel butterflies.

“Shut up and show me where you’re sleeping.”  You nudge him with your shoulder.

“Unfortunately, I think Ethan and I are being forced to sleep on the living room couch together.”  He rubs the back of his head, his confidence faltering for a second.

“Well then that’s what bathrooms are for, right?”  You sound hopeful while trying not to be desperate.  You don’t want to sound too needy before he’s even taken your pants off.

He smirks at you, putting his hand on the small of your back to start guiding you up the stairs.  “You read my mind.”  Before you know it, he’s opening the door to a large bathroom and letting you go in first.

You look at your surroundings, taking in the fancy bathroom décor that you thought was unnecessary but still nice.  Grayson stood behind you, watching you look around the room.  “Are we here to admire the shell soap?”  He chuckles.

You turn to him.  “What, you don’t think it’s cute?”  You giggle, picking up one of the shells to hold between you two.

“I mean sure, but I’ve got my eye on something else in here.”  He wraps one hand around your waist, turning you both to face the mirror.  You can feel his bulge when you press back against him, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

“Is it the seahorse soap dispenser?”  You bite your lip and put the shell pack where you grabbed it from.

“You’re really gonna make me say it out loud?”  He mocks you, a humorous glint in his eyes.

You put your arms over his one on your abdomen.  “I guess you didn’t make me.”  You smile, turning in his grasp.  You put both your hands on his shoulders while leaning back on the counter.  Grayson puts his hands on your hips, taking a step closer to you.  You can feel his warm breath on your face as you are forced to tilt your head up more to keep eye contact with him.

“I can still say it if you really wanna hear it.”  He leans closer to you, nipping at your ear.  You take in a breath, waiting for him to continue.  “I’ve got my eye on the pretty little thing that I plan to fuck on this counter until she forgets what year it is.”

This instantly makes you giggle.  “It works in your favor it’s a new year, I already forgot about it.”

“Now that I’ve reminded you, let’s make you forget again.” And that’s when you knew you were fucked in the best way possible.  His lips dragged along your jaw to your mouth, kissing you like you were the only girl in the world.  You fully wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you as he kisses you deep and hard.  His hands travel down to your ass, pulling your center as close to him as possible.  After he gives you a squeeze he brings one of his hands around to start unbuttoning your jeans.  You pull your mouth away from his for a moment, leaving both of you breathless.

“You’re okay with this, right?  You’re not too messed up right now or anything?” He asks as he rests his forehead on yours.  Your hands go down his shoulders to rub his arms.  A smile manages to show up on your face.

“Yeah, I’m good.  Are you?”  

He laughs before looking back you.  “More than good.”  And with that he’s kissing you again.

Grayson does his best to finish unbuttoning your pants while still keeping your lips connected.  Once he is successful, he breaks away from you to go down and take your heels off.  He struggles a bit with the straps, making your giggle.

“It’s not as easy as it looks, huh?”  You tease him, lifting your foot when he finally gets one off.

“That was fucking stupid,” he groans, already focusing on your other shoe.  He manages to slip that one off quicker than the last, his hands now eagerly going into the loops of your jeans to pull them off as well.  

Before you know it, he’s standing between your legs again and his lips are moving along your neck, his hands holding your hips in place.  You tilt your head back to give him more room to work his lips, gripping his biceps.  Grayson takes a second to breathe, his breath heating your skin up as you think about what he’s going to do to you.  He takes this moment to remove your shirt over your head.  

When he was met with your bare skin, his eyes popped out of his head.  “Here’s to starting the new year off right,” he laughs, barely giving you a second to react to what he said before your nipple was in his mouth.  You head falls back as you let out a quiet moan, gripping the back of his head.  He moves one of his hands to roll your neglected nipple between his fingers, causing you to moan again but louder this time.  “Gotta stay quiet, pretty girl,” he mumbles against your chest.

“Sorry, just feels good,” you breathe out, closing your eyes.

“Pull on my hair when it feels good,” he mumbles, slowly moving to his knees in between your legs.  This makes you roll your head forward to watch as he takes in the wet spot covering your center.  “How long have you been thinking about me?” He smirks at you.

“Are you gonna question it or are you gonna do something about it?”  You giggle, securing your hand in the back of his hair, pushing him forward and closer to your core.  

“You’re right, I’ll take what I can get,” he huffs out onto your inner thigh, leaving light kisses there.  If he was being honest, he hadn’t gotten any in a while either.  Grayson was just as eager as you to be with you like this.  That’s why he didn’t waste any time swiping his tongue over your slit, still being able to taste you despite the layer of lace between you two.  He lets out a guttural moan, loving the fact he was between your legs right now.  He wasted no time in tapping your thighs to get you to lift yourself up enough for him to take your panties off.  As the cold air hits you, your legs instantly try to shut.  Grayson tisks, shaking his head and pushing you wide open, gripping your thighs tightly with his calloused hands.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his eyes not leaving your pussy.

“We don’t have to do that whole thing if you don’t wanna,” you mumble, your cheeks heating up.

“What whole thing?” Grayson looks up at you, confused.

“You don’t have to compliment me and stuff,” you look away from him, starring at the wall.

“Hey, look at me,” he squeezes your leg, his eyes soft when you meet them again.  “Everything I say, I mean.  And I’m saying it because I want to, not because I think you wanna hear it,” he smiles up at you.  You take a second to breathe, not expecting to hear that from him.  No guy you had slept with had ever been so considerate before.  Hell, none of them had ever been ready to eat you out.  

You let out a flustered, “thanks,” before his focus was back on your core.  He licks slowly up from your hole to your clit, making you grip his hair a bit harder already.  He focuses on your clit, sucking and licking it like it’s his last meal.  It takes everything in you not to moan loudly, but you manage to just breathe harder instead.  Grayson moves one of his hands to your slit, his fingers running up and down while he continues to lap at your clit.  It’s when he slides one of his fingers in when you let out a whine, gripping his hair so hard he can’t help but let out a groan of his own.  He pumps his finger in and out slowly, making you go crazy.  “More, faster, anything,” you breathe out, shifting your hips around.

Grayson removes his lips from you while continuing the movement of his finger.  He looks up at you.  “Feeling greedy, pretty girl?” He smirks as he stands up, removing finger and causing you to pout.  It hits you how he is still completely dressed while you’re totally naked.

“Take your clothes off,” you bite your lip, ignoring his comment.  Your own hand goes between your legs, rubbing over your clit gently.

Grayson’s eyes bug out while he watches your movement, before he snaps out of it and pulls his shirt off over his head.  He quickly throws it down and begins to work at his pants as you start to squirm.  All of a sudden, he stops, his pants around his knees.  “Do you have a condom?”

“Me? No.  You don’t?” You ask, your fingers slowing as reality begins to hit you.

“Are you on the pill?” He asks hopefully.

You look away for a moment, not really sure what to say.  Of course you were, but you don’t know this kid.  Raw dogging it on the first date isn’t really your style.  Hell, this isn’t even a date.

“I’m clean,” he brings you back to reality, reading your thoughts.  You lean back, deciding on what’s best to say next.

“I don’t know that for sure.  And how do you know I’m clean?”  You ask.

“Let’s make a deal.  If we end up catching anything from each other, the person who caused it pays for whatever treatment the other needs,” he holds his hand out, ready to shake on it.  You look at him like he’s crazy.  “I know I’m not giving you anything, and as long as you’re as confident as me, you should be shaking my hand right about now.”

You hesitate before taking his hand in yours and shaking it twice before pulling him back between your legs.  You push his underwear down to where his pants are, your jaw dropping when his dick finally comes out.  You assumed he would be well endowed, but nothing like this.  What if it didn’t fit?

He chuckles deeply, as if he can read your mind again.  “Is that a good look of fear?”

“Definitely,” you giggle, looking up at him as you lick your hand before wrapping it around his base, pumping up and down a couple of times.

“Oh fuck,” he whines, gripping your thighs and closing his eyes for a minute.  “No, no.  Gonna fuck you,” he grips your wrist, taking your hand off him.  Both of your hands move behind you as you lean back a bit, waiting for him to take charge again.  Grayson wraps his hand around himself so that he can drag his tip up and down your slit.  Before you can get used to the feeling he’s pushing in and you’re groaning.  Loudly.  So Grayson does what his instincts tell him to and he covers your mouth with his hand.

He leans in and whispers in your ear, “is this okay?”  You nod as he bottoms out.  Your eyes clamp shut as you take a second to adjust.  His free hand moves to your thigh, rubbing It gently.  

“Ready?”  He asks and you nod again.  He pulls out almost completely before slamming his hips back into you, making your eyes roll back into your head.  He was stretching you out in the most delicious way, and Grayson felt it too.  Your walls were hugging him so tightly, your juices dripping down onto the counter.  He rests his forehead on yours, hand still clamped over your mouth as he does everything in his power not to moan.  You just felt really good, he hasn’t felt this good in a long time.

His hand moves from your thigh to your clit while he continues to move in and out at a quick pace.  Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, mixing with the sweat collecting on yours.  You can feel his dick nudging that special spot inside you on every thrust and it’s overwhelming.  You’re whining into his hand, breathing hard out of your nose.  He’s still rubbing your clit at the same pace he’s fucking you and it’s the best combination.  Your breathing quickens and he moves his mouth close to your ear.  “You gonna cum?” You nod profusely, your toes curling as your heels dig into his ass to make sure he goes as deep as he can.  

It feels like a wave of pleasure crashing over you when you finally cum.  Your legs are shaking around Grayson’s waist as groans come from deep within your throat.  He can feel you clenching around him, your juices continuing to flow out of you around him.  He can feel it on his balls as it drips out of you and it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.  Soon he’s pulling out of you, the hand that was once covering your mouth going to his dick as his cum covers your stomach.  You both sit there unmoving, just trying to catch your breaths.  You rest back on your hands as you giggle a bit, finally looking at him.

“How’re you feeling?”  He asks.  This makes your cheeks even more red than they already were.  No one had been concerned about you after you already finished sex.  It was kind of nice.

“Really good,” you sigh out.  “You?” You watch as he gets some tissues and he starts wiping his cum off you.  

He smiles. “Really good,” he nods along as he finishes cleaning you up.  When he goes to throw the tissues out, you laugh because he has to waddle due to his pants still being half on.  You’re sliding off the counter when you have to hold the edges to not fall over.   He turns to look at you confused.  “What?”

“You never even got your pants off.”

He looks down and chuckles, pulling his pants back up, but not buttoning them.  “Guess I didn’t.”

You start to pick up your clothes when you pause.  You had nothing to sleep in here, and you weren’t about to sleep in the shirt and jeans you came in.  Jessie would probably be down to give you his shirt, but he was also probably asleep.

“Here,” he hands his shirt to you.  You look up at him for a second before you reach for the shirt.

“Thanks,” you smile at him, putting your clothes back down and slipping the shirt over your head.  It barely hit the top of your thighs, but it’s better than walking around totally naked.  You slip your panties on under the shirt.  Grayson stands there a bit awkwardly, watching you get dressed.  You grab your shirt and hand it out to him with a smirk on your face.  “Wanna sleep in this?”

Grayson laughs and shakes his head.  “Something tells me that would be uncomfortable,” he eyes the sequins, shivering while imagining them against his skin.

You giggle and nod, gathering your jeans and shoes into your hands.  “You’re right, it’s not.”

You bite your lip, unsure if you should just say goodbye and dip or what.  Grayson interrupts these thoughts when he steps up to you, grabbing your chin and kissing you one more time before he says, “I should probably head to bed.”

You nod in agreement.  “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“You were…this was…I enjoyed that,” he laughs.  You smile at him as he walks out.  You look out the door to make sure no one is there before you start opening every door to find where Jessie is.  You slide into the bed as quietly as possible and fall right asleep.

***

Ethan and Grayson had left by the time you got up.  One of Jessie’s other friends drove you guys home once you were ready to leave.  Life went on as normal after that.

You and Jessie went back to school.  Every semester feels like a nice fresh start, even with the sadness knowing it was your last.  You and your friends at school were making every minute of it.  Which is why you were disappointed when you were feeling under the weather a couple of weeks into it.  You woke up every morning feeling fatigued and nauseous.  You assumed it was the school work getting to you.  Four years and you’d think you’d be better equipped to deal with the stress.

However, when you started throwing up every morning, you panicked.  You throw up once in a blue moon.  You have a stomach of steel.  When that lasted for an entire week, you decided to go to the clinic. They ask all the usual questions, including if you think you’re pregnant.  You tell them there’s a minimal chance but they decide to test you anyway just to be sure.

When the doctor walks back in, they have a smile on their face.  “Your pregnancy test came back positive.”

Suddenly you felt nauseous again, but not like all the previous mornings.  How could you be pregnant?  He pulled out, you’re on birth control.  And that’s when you remember.  You didn’t take it a for a couple days after New Year’s Eve because you had run out of your current pack and your next pack was at school.  You hadn’t noticed your missed period because your birth control had made it almost non-existent to start.

The doctor continues to speak but you only hear the blood rushing through your ears as pure panic sets in.  You don’t even have Grayson’s number.  He’s a fucking LA YouTuber, he wasn’t even on the same coast as you.  You weren’t even friends.

As soon as you get out of the doctor, you call Jessie.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

You’re blinking back the tears as you walk to your car.  “I need to tell you something.”

***

Read part 2 here!

[elitegrayson]

Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to. 

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way. 

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

 “Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?” 

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night. 

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled. 

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy. 

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else. 

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side. 

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm. 

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you. 

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

[whorefordean]

imagine doing the “rate your boyfriend throughout the day” tik tok with grayson, like him annoying you and him being cuddly🥺. may you please write a concept like that?

Grayson hadn’t known you’d been recording him throughout the day. He probably just thought you were taking quick pictures of him bc you do that a lot. Who wouldn’t tho? He is so 🥺

But he finally sees it when he’s laying down scrolling through TikTok. He has a smile on his face as you pop up on his screen. It quickly disappears tho when he sees the negative ranking you gave him for messing up your hair.

But he smiles again when he sees the really high ranking over the clip of him laying on top of you pressing kisses against your belly and arms as your hands rake through his hair.

When you walk into the room, grayson is frowning, though. He’s looking at his phone but pouts up at you when he hears the soft patter of your feet.

“What’s wrong, bubs,” you ask him while crawling into bed beside him. You cuddle into his side and wrap your arms around him.

“You really gave me a negative one thousand for cutting my hair?” Gray questions sadly. You giggle lightly.

“I still love it, baby. I just miss it being long,” you reassured while pressing a sweet kiss to his pouted lips.

[dolansontheblock]

B82 and B76 with E?🥺

masterlist

thank you so much for sending this in baby, hope you like it ❤️ i figured i would start back writing with a soft piece!

B76 “I would have never believed that one day we’d be so close.”

B82 “You saved me.”

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The way the sun rays hit the peaks of your face in a way that almost created a halo around you made Ethan’s heart overflow with love.

You were just making your morning coffee, like you do every day, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. They way you were gracefully maneuvering around the kitchen one moment, and then dropping something the next was the definition of perfect to him.

You always spilled the oat milk when adding it to your morning cup. Whether it was a full blown spill, or a few drops, and every morning you would curse the same god damnit under your breath. It never failed to bring a smile to his face.

He grabbed the towel hanging on the oven handle and walked it over to your side by the counter and wiped the milk off, like he did every morning. But today? Today he took your hand in his, brought it up to his face and placed a delicate kiss atop your hand.

“I would have never believed that one day we’d be this close.” The way he was staring into your eyes made your face heat up, the apples of your cheeks blooming red.

“What do you mean by that?” This was out of the ordinary for Ethan, he always had a hard time expressing his emotions. Being in therapy has help tremendously, but he still never was this up front with you. Usually it would come about during a deep conversation, not during your daily morning coffee.

“If you would’ve asked me two years ago if I thought I would be right here in this very kitchen with you, I wouldn’t have believed you. You were just a beautiful girl that I never had the balls to talk to who I followed on instagram. Now, you’re in front of me, and I am completely in love with you and this is not a dream. It’s real.”

This was information overload. You were shocked by the words he had just spoke. You never truly knew why he had followed you in the first place, all you were known for was baking, not vegan baking, might you add. You really just thought that the kid liked watching your cake videos, the same ones you went viral for. But hearing this, knowing that he had liked you all along, that he was there for you and not your baking videos made your chest tighten.

You had never been the one to be noticed first. Sure, you were pretty, you thought you were, but you weren’t drop dead by any means. You never were the friend who always got male attention, you were just the one in the group pictures. Granted, you didn’t mind it, always preferring being behind the camera, which is why it was so easy frosting cakes for videos, you just had to make sure your nails looked nice.

When news of the condition of their father came about, you had decided to bake them a cake and send it over along with your well wishes. You figured since they followed you, and you followed them, it wouldn’t be weird. In turn, you got flowers on your doorstep the next morning, along with a kind note expressing their gratitude.

After that, you became close with them, being there for the two behind closed doors, watching their house while they went back to see their dad. When they told you the news, you didn’t hesitate to hop on a plane to be there for them. You wanted to be a shoulder to cry on if they needed one. Ethan has even asked you to stay at their house, and so you did. You stayed with them when they asked you to, cooked for them when you knew they needed something to eat, did laundry when you knew they were getting behind. You were just there, and that was something they needed more than anything.

It was two months after they had gotten back to LA when you first saw Ethan cry. You had came over with coffee like you did every Sunday, and walked into his room to find him on the ground with tears falling down his face. At first he tried to hide them, telling you he was fine. But you knew he wasn’t, he knew he wasn’t, so you simply put the coffees down on his bedside table and sat with him on the ground, putting your arm around him while he leaned into your chest and cried.

“You saved me,” That’s when the tears gathered behind your eyes. “You were there for me during the darkest time of my life, and you stuck it out with me. You saved me.”

You blinked fast a few times, causing one or two tears to escape before wrapping your arms around him. You knew your words couldn’t truly explain what you were feeling, so you did what you did best, hugged him. He didn’t even miss a beat, meeting your embrace with just as much love. He knew what you were saying to him, you didn’t have to say anything.

“I love you.”

[blazedgraysons]

Can you do a blurb where Ethan and y/n are married and they adopt a kid? 🥺

ooh my first Ethan concept. i’m stoked and hope you like it!

There’s a lot of things people don’t prepare you for when it comes to parenthood. You hear about pregnancy and the pains of childbirth. the terrible twos and teenage angst are almost universal. What people don’t prepare you for is the pain of hearing you can’t conceive naturally.

You and Ethan had been trying for a while now, practically spending every moment working towards a pregnancy and even going as far to set “reminders” of the best time of the day to go have some good ol’ babymaking sex.

The first time it didn’t work was no big deal, knowing that the both of you still had plenty of time. The second time, there was a little stress on both ends and your family doctor suggested taking a break as stress can hinder results. The third time, you booked an appointment with your gyno wanting answers as to why nothing seemed to be working.

“I’m sorry to inform you of this, but” You didn’t hear the rest, ears immediately ringing and only being able to hear the way your heart was pounding. Your eyes glazed over, teary as she informed you of other ways of conception and birth. However, you were infertile and would not be able to conceive naturally.

It took some time for the both of you to feel okay. You knew that there were plenty of other options, but nothing felt right to you, not wanting to go a medical route for your child. Ethan couldn’t have been a more perfect husband during this time, by your side every moment when you fell into a depression. He sat by you, listening to you sob in pain and whispering quiet promises of everything being okay. He helped you research, trying to find an option that worked best for you. Still, it was hard for him to see you in pain like this.

Adoption was one of the last options on your list, something neither of you had really considered before this moment. Both of you were beyond wrapped up in societal norms and expectations of having a biological child that you didn’t even think of looking at an adoption center.

Ethan was the one who suggested it first and you agreed, nervous about what to expect. There was a stigma and you couldn’t deal with the small seeds of worry being planted in your mind, “What if me and the child don’t bond?”, “What if they hate me?” “What if it doesn’t work?”. It’s hard, knowing that theirs not the unconditional love that comes with birthing biologically. Ethan does remind you however that just because you’re a birth parent doesn’t make you a good one, and regardless of adoption, the child will be yours and endlessly loved no matter what.

It takes a while, finding the perfect kid for your home, wanting to make sure everything is right. After about 18 months, you finally bring home your 3-year-old daughter, Kara.

If you thought you had seen Ethan in love before, nothing could prepare you for the love Ethan showed as a dad. Waking up Kara constantly with (vegan) pancakes, surprising her with little gifts and trinkets that reminded him of her, and even going as far as to dress up for the little tea parties she would host. He would throw her two parties every year, one for her birthday and one for her gotcha day, extravagantly celebrating both as the day this light came into his life. It was incredible, and any doubts you might’ve had about your family were instantly gone.

It wasn’t easy, but when it comes to family, when is it ever. Having Ethan by your side made everything easier, and just as he fell in love with Kara, you fell for him all over again.

[strangerquinns]

Ethan Dolan Masterlist

Concepts + Blurbs

FLUFF

proud

insecure

date night

sunday cuddles

soulmate

ashamed + angst

ANGST

distance (part two)

abandoned + fluff 

best friend

near death

enemies

used + smut-ish themes

SMUT

bent over

morning sex

cockwarming

OTHER (NO THEME INPARTICULAR)

enemy to lovers