#grayson dolan navel

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Even after all this time, I’m still in love with this moment!!!✨

[spearmexiao]

My first Grayson Dolan smut

FIRST SMUT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. I AM NEW HERE. I HAVE BEEN WRITING FOR AWHILE BUT NOT SMUT OR FANFICTION, I WANTED TO TRY IT. LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS. 💜

summary: Grayson and Y/N have the house to themselves for the night.

warning: FLUFF AND SMUT

"Alright everybody, I'm off!" Ethan slung his Louis Vuitton bag over his shoulder and waved to Grayson and Y/N sitting on the couch in their living room. "Say hi to Emma for me." Y/N smiled. "Also stay out of trouble and make the right choices and-"

"OK MOM, I got it, geez." Ethan smirked. "YOU TWO TOO." Ethan pointed at Grayson and Y/N. "Later bro." Ethan nodded his head to Grayson and shut the door behind himself.

Y/N turns to Grayson, "Sorry for being so motherly, I just really care about him." He grins and kisses her forehead, "I love how much you care about him, apologies not needed."

Y/N grabs and holds his hand, "I really care about you too, my sunflower man." He pecks her lips, "I care about you so much, my fairy princess." "We're so cheesy." Y/N says in amusement. "I love being cheesy with you." Grayson says, smiling. "I have something I want to give you, hold on."

Grayson gets up and walks to the fridge. He opens it to grab a red rose. He walks back to the living room and hides it behind his back. "What is it?" she says curiously. Grayson takes the rose out while he sits back on the couch. Y/N gasps and smiles, "Gray! Thank you so much. It's lovely, and it smells good too...Why does it feel cold?" she asks. "Oh, that's because refrigeration helps preserve it." he says. She kisses him on the cheek, "I love it."

He blushes a little. "Aw, you're so cute when you blush." she says, putting her hand on his cheek. "It's just that I really really like you, Y/N. I have the biggest fucking crush on you." She laughs, "Gray, we've been dating for like a year and a half, we already have eachother." "I know, I'm still crushing on you so hard though. You're the kindest and most loyal girl I've ever met. You're such a sweetheart to me. My family loves you. You are perfect for me and I'm so fucking in love with you." They both tear up. Y/N kisses him, "I'm so fucking in love with you too. You're perfect for me too." she says. Grayson smiles, wraps his arms around her waist and hugs her tight. "I'm so happy that you're mine." he says into her ear. "Me too." she says back.

They release eachother. Grayson stares at her lovingly and tucks her hair behind her ear. He goes in for a kiss. They kiss eachother passionately. It gets heated and they start making out. She drags her tongue across his teeth and flicks the tip of his tongue with hers. He inhales deeply through his nose and exhales a moan into her mouth, holding her more tightly against himself. She giggles into his mouth and releases him. She looks at him and laughs, "You look really high." His eyes are halfway closed, face is flushed and lips are plump. "I love kissing you. I'm fucking addicted. It feels so good." he says. "I love it too." she says. They go back to making out. It's getting hotter. They both can feel their nether regions getting hot and bothered. She grabs a fist full of his shirt and releases the kiss. She looks into his eyes, "Please touch me, Grayson. I want you to touch me." she says in a whimpering voice. He nods, pecks her lips, and picks her up princess style to his room.

He gently lays her down on his bed. He crawls over her and takes off her shirt, a red lace bra underneath. "I love when you wear red lingerie. You're so fucking sexy." he says. "YOU'RE fucking sexy." she says loudly. "We're both pretty sexy." he says smirking. She laughs, "Yeah, we look pretty damn good together."

"Agreed. But I love it even more when you're naked, may I?" he says gesturing to her bra. She nods. He unhooks it and throws it off the bed. He lowers himself, holds the sides of her face and kisses her gently. Then, he grabs and kneads both of her breasts and kisses her neck. "Mmmh, baby." she moans. They both can feel their hearts pounding against their chests. She tugs on his shirt and helps him slide it off, and he throws it on the floor.

Y/N runs her fingers down his torso to his navel. His breath hitches when she starts rubbing his very rock hard member. He groans, "Please unbuckle my belt for me." She sits up and unbuckles his Gucci belt, unzips his pants and helps him take the rest off. They kiss and fall on the bed together again. His hands roam over her, feeling her on every curve of her body. They grind on eachother. She is very wet, soaking through her panties. "Grayson, please..." she whimpers. He props himself up on his arms and looks down at her, "What is it, baby?" "I'm aching down there and I really need you. Like right now. I can't wait any longer. I know we usually do stuff before, but I can't wait." she says nervously.

His hand reaches down to feel her wetness. She moans and grinds into his hand. "Fuck, you're so wet." he says huskily. "Do something about it." she whines and giggles. He chuckles and lowers himself down to slide off her undergarment. Then, he rubs her thighs and opens them gently. His eyes begin to wander and he's just staring at her. "Grayson?" she urges. He blinks, "Sorry, it's just that you're so fucking beautiful. I'm so fucking lucky." he chuckles, embarrassed. She laughs, "You say that like...every time."

He smiles, "I can't help it. I'm so attracted to you. You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever fucking known. Your body is bangin' baby." She laughs again, "Your body is fucking amazing, Gray. Let's touch eachother now, I'm getting impatient." she jokes.

He laughs and climbs on top of her again, but she catches him off guard, grabs his arm and flips him on his back. "Woah, you weren't kidding." he says. She smiles and winks at him. Then, she positions herself and slides onto him easily because of how wet she is. He moans loudly and grabs her ass, pushing her deeper onto him. She starts rocking back and forth. "Holy shit!" he exclaims, "You feel so fucking good." he grunts. She moans and starts grinding faster, curling her fingers through her hair as her breasts bounce up and down. Grayson grabs her breasts and thrusts her along to her rhythm. "Grayson." she whimpers his name. "Mmmh!" he growls, shutting his eyes tight and biting his bottom lip. The sound of their love filled Grayson's bedroom.

He rolls her over and gets on top. She grabs his face for a loving kiss. He breaks the kiss, pulls himself up and holds her legs apart. He picks up the pace again. They both start panting because they are feeling intense pleasure. She hoists herself on her elbows to watch Grayson thrust into her in missionary position, the wetness she sees and hears turns her on even more. She looks up at him with puppy eyes, like she's begging for him to make her cum. He stares back intensely, picking up the pace even faster. Still sitting up on her elbows, she rolls her head back, "Grayson...oh my god.." she moans. "Fuck, Y/N." he moans back.

Y/N starts to feel intense heat in her core. "Grayson!" she moans, breathlessly. "I'm c-...I'm cu-.." she can barely get a word out because it feels so intensely good. "I'm-...I'm cumming." she whimpers. She grips the sheets, "Keep going." she pants. The heat rises, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."...Grayson is mesmerized by her and concentrates, thrusting into her hard and fast. She tightens around his member. And then it hits her.

She falls back on the bed, arches her back, gripping the sheets hard. She starts shaking uncontrollably, so Grayson lowers himself onto her and wraps his strong arms around her, trying to stop the shaking. She wraps her arms around him, holding tight. "BABY! Oh god, baby!" she screams in pleasure. He pounds into her and puts his head in the crook of her neck. He closes his eyes tight and grinds his teeth. "Mmmmh!" he growls into her ear. He feels her squeezing tightly around his member, "Oh god yes! Y/N!" he moans loudly. "Grayson!" she screams his name.

They ride out their orgasm together. It was such an intensely emotional moment, so tears start sliding down their faces. Grayson goes limp and rolls himself next to her, panting for breath. "Holy shit." he says, flabbergasted. Y/N turns on her side to face him, "That was fucking amazing." she laughs. He turns his head to her, "Dude, why are we crying?" he asks. "Probably because we just released a shit ton of good chemicals." she answers. "Good chemicals?" he wonders..."Just Google it." she says. Grayson laughs, and slides over to her to kiss her tears away. "You're so smart, and amazing. I love you." he smiles at her. "I love you too, my handsome man." she smiles back. They gaze at eachother for awhile. "We should go to Veggie Grill, I'm hungry." Y/N suggests. "Fuck yeah, me too. We should shower first though."

They hold hands and spring out of his bed to go wash themselves so they can go spend more time together. 💜

Thank you for reading. Hope you guys liked it! ☺️

[starryeyedadmirer]

Grayson Dolan: Taco Baby

-Grayson x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! �� Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Smells/Odors, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, C*m, Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’ve just made your first successful vegan meal in years… and, after enjoying such a wonderful alternative dinner with your boyfriend, Grayson, you’ve only just come to realize how fulfilling — and delicious — that vegan food can truly be. Grayson’s had so many helpings of your culinary triumph that he looks as though he’s fallen pregnant with a big foodbaby… and although the extent of his bloating is initially a bit alarming, you just can’t help but to have a little fun with his new, beautiful, baby bump. He’s just so gigantic… that even his belly button has changed, to resemble that of an expecting mother. The two of you have only just put down such an incredible, healthy supper — and, in the process, created a beautiful (though imaginary) child together — and now, it’s time for a big, pregnant, creamy dessert… to celebrate the conception.

Words: 2,525 (+/-)

A/N: This is an ooolllddd fic, from at least two years ago, that I’ve reposted about a handful of times (without going back through, to revise it)… so, sorry if the writing isn’t the best. I have changed it up quite a bit in the past, but, at some point, I figured that I had rewritten it enough to keep the original atmosphere of the whole thing, while also making it a bit smoother to read. With that being said, I apologize for any mistakes I may have miss (as I honestly don’t want to toil around with it anymore), and I hope you enjoy the read.

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Your taco dinner with Grayson went well tonight — a lot better than you expected it to. Not only did you produce one of the best meals you've ever made in your life, you also discovered that vegan food isn't as bland as you thought... you actually enjoy it quite a bit. Now that your bellies are full, the two of you are curled up together on the couch, half-watching whatever's playing on the TV as you enjoy each other's warmth.

"Wow," Grayson groans, laid between the couch cushions with your head on his chest, "Dinner was great tonight! Nice job, Babe." Though he's already complimented you at least a thousand times since he finished his plate, his flattery still feels as genuine as the first — it just serves to show that your hours of laboring over the stove weren't for naught. "Thanks," you sigh, "I tried really hard on those tacos, Gray. Glad to know my work paid off."

Tonight's meal marks your first success in a long list of kitchen-related failures. After your first breakfast blunder, the Great Crêpe Fire of Christmas 2019, it seemed your culinary losing streak would never come to an end, but tonight's taco triumph has proven otherwise.

Grayson nods his head, poking at the top of yours with his chin. "Yeah, it really did. I think this is the first time in years that I haven't had to pretend to like your food! You know, I used to wait until you left the room to throw it away... but I couldn't get enough tonight. Those tacos were fucking awesome!"

"Wow," you gasp, unsure if you should feel proud or insulted, "Ummm... okay. I knew my cooking was bad... but you could've at least had the decency to tell me to my face... and you, of all people, shouldn't be talking, Mr.Charred Pancakes! I can't believe you used to do that behind my back! You know, pigs will be flying by the time you make something that isn't burned totally black or completely underdone..."

Grayson blows up his chest underneath your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your head and tucking it between his pecs. "Wait... wait. I was just joking, okay," he laughs, "Chill out, Babe. It was just a joke. Calm down. Don't go crazy on me now. I'm starting to feel a little queasy, I couldn't handle you if I tried."

"That's what the hell you get," you yelp, mocking him as you struggle to free your head from under the weight of his bicep, "You said it yourself that you couldn't get enough, and now look at you! Woah, Gray! You're huge! Are your feeling alright?" Grayson's stomach looks nearly three times it's usual size, so big that it's peeked almost halfway out of his shirt. At first, it's nothing too alarming, but the more you stare at it, the more it seems to grow.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," he answers, choking back a burp, "trust me, I am. It's just some bloating. In a few hours, I'll be back to normal."

"Okay, good," you reply, resting your hand on his stomach, "I don't want you throwing up on me or anything. Dinner is always better on a plate, not chucked up from your guts..."

His beautiful brown eyes staring into your soul, Grayson smirks, placeing his hand over yours, and laughing boisterously at the size of his new belly. Suddenly, all the worry you felt before fades away, and you're laughing too. "Ya know, I feel like we're in one of those maternity photos right now," he jokes, entangling his fingers with yours as his eyes scan you up and down, "You know what I mean? The ones where the fathers are all over the moms' bellies, like, kissing them and stuff. It'd be funny if we recreated those pictures, but nobody else is here to take the photos. That sucks."

With your chest still full of laughter, and not a single clear thought in your mind, you slide yourself off from Grayson's chest and kneel down on the floor in front of the couch, playing along with his little joke. "Well, nobody has to be," you chuckle, "See? I'll be the dad in the photo... you'll obviously be the mom... and I'll give you a little smooch." Trying your hardest to contain your laughter, you purse your lips up against his stomach, looking into his eyes as you begin to scatter little kisses around the surface of his skin. Your lips move around in tight circles, landing sporadically around the rim of his belly button. "Mmm," he laughs, his shy grin hidden behind the palm of his hand, "your lips are really warm. That tickles."

It's all for shits and giggles — a new little inside joke — up until you accidentally let a bit of drool slip through your lips. "Oh, fuck! I'm sorry," you blurt out, slurping the rest of the dangling dribble back into your mouth, "I...I didn't mean to..." Grayson shivers, his laughter quickly coming to a hush as he curls up his toes and kicks his legs off from the couch. "That just slipped out." Laughing awkwardly at yourself, you look around for something you can use to wipe your spit from his belly. "Stay still, Gray, I'll clean you up. Kinda got carried away there... I'm glad Ethan wasn't here to get a picture of that shit."

Having ruined the fun with your loose lips, you wipe your face dry with the bottom of Grayson's shirt, then touch the material to his skin. Again he shivers, trembling as the cotton fabric runs against his abdomen, it seems that he just can't help himself. "Mmm, sorry," he whispers, his voice trembling as he rests his head back into the cushion behind him, "I... I guess my stomach is just feeling a bit sensitive right now. Oh... and my toes are really, really cold. I actually think you should keep doing what you're doing though, Babe... with all the kisses and stuff... it's really helping with my, um... pain."

You know where this is going — his hesitation is a clear sign that he's into it — it's too obvious to go unnoticed. It has been a while since the two of you have gotten hot and heavy, so why let a full stomach stop you now? You have to admit, you never expected to feel such an attraction to him in the state he's in, with his gut all round and tight, you kind of do... it's something you just can't help. After your much-deserved shower compliments, all the joking around, Grayson's bedroom eyes... you can't blame yourself for feeling a little bubbly inside. Grayson grabs your wrist, stopping your hand from wiping away the last bit of your drool, "Just leave it, its fine. Like I said, nobody's here, so... why don't we use this time to our advantage? We've got the whole house to ourselves..." His grip on your arms grows more firm, just enough to keep you restrained without causing any pain — it's always been his way of teasing you. Whether he's got a hold on your neck, your wrists, or your butt, his tight grip always gets you in the mood.

"Oh, Ok...," you reluctantly agree, "I guess I'll just... rub it in then." Slowly, you rub the rest of your spit into his skin with the palm of your hand — it's taut surface catching traction under your skin — and start to kiss his tummy again. "Yeah, just like that," Grayson says, encouraging of your gentle touch, "That's good." As if it has a mind of its own, your tongue slips out from your lips again, slowly cascading a stream of saliva down onto his flesh. "Woah," Grayson moans, "Th—That feels... amazing."

His hands find their way onto either side of his gut, rubbing themselves around in big circles against his supple skin, and enclosing your lips between them. Their motions force your mouth inward, closer to the center of his belly, until you're right above his navel. You can just barely smell the shallow hole, it's faint sweaty odor wafting up to your nose as you move it around between his hands — it doesn't smell as bad as you thought it would. Feeling trapped, with no way to get around them, you reluctantly dip your tongue into his navel, tasting the bitter pool of sweat that has collected inside of it.

Grayson's stomach tosses and turns inside, twisting under the wet sensation of your tongue. "Fuck," he moans, holding your head over his gut with his tight fist gripping the nape of your neck, "that feels... s—so... great. T—Tell me how it smells in there, I wanna know. H—How does my belly button smell?" His attempt at dirty talking you — if that's what it's meant to be — is a bit strange to you at first. Why would he want to know how his belly button smells? Why does it turn him on so much? Grayson's moans grow louder — into deep chesty growls — and almost instantly, you realize that none of your questions really matter; it's just what he wants to hear. His eyes roll so far back into his head that you're pretty sure he's reading his own thoughts, and his bottom lip is nearly purple from all his biting. His growls grow into booming whimpers — sexy words of deep passion — then shrink back into the soft moans they evolved from.

"Hmm," you ponder loudly, sliding your tongue out from the hole, "Like sweat... and tacos. It's really dirty, Gray. Do you want me to lick it clean?" You feel awkward as you slip your tongue back inside, swiveling it back and forth, but he loves the sensation too much for you to stop yourself any time soon... his pleasure eases away your discomfort with each passing second. "Yeah," he answers, his voice trembling, "Mmm... it smells bad? So dirty and stinky. I bet you like that. Clean it out for me, Baby." His big fist releases it's grip on your neck and slides down to your back, pulling up your shirt as you continue to salivate all over him and his gigantic food baby. Your shirt comes up over your shoulder, and before you know it, Grayson is on top of you on the floor, pushing his gut down against your face as his meal twists and turns inside him. His skin is hot and red — wet with your spit — and his stomach feels tight against your cheeks.

"Are you ready," he asks, looking down longingly into your eyes, "Mmm... are you?" You are… you think… although you don't know what for. He could do anything he wants with you trapped below him, but what are you going to say? No? Silent, you brush your lips against the curvature of his big bowling ball and nod. You hear the zipper on his pants undo itself, and then you feel yours yank down to your ankles. "Mmm, you're too big for your jeans now, huh," you tease him, watching as he looks for a place to put his throbbing cock, "That's so sexy, Big Guy."

You feel yourself getting hot with anticipation, and then it finally happens — Grayson thrusts himself deep inside of you. "Put your finger in my belly button," he moans, peering down over his stomach to — watching himself ram into you, "Do me while I do you." Completely paralyzed with pleasure from the waist down, you yank your hands free from their pinned position on the floor, and slip your finger back into his belly button. Almost instantly, your fingertip is dripping wet, completely enveloped in your slimy saliva.

Grayson's back thrusts harder and harder, until it gives out, leaving him motionless on top of you — and your finger crushed between your bodies. "Oh my god," he gasps, "I'm gonna! I'm gonna... Oh shit!" You watch in pure awe as he yanks himself out of you, spraying his thick load of spunk up onto his belly.

His body convulses on top of yours, completely emptied of its most precious fluid. You missed seeing his O-face, so much that it seemed almost foreign to you this time. His wide, gaping mouth, his eyes rolled to the very back of his skull, the thick veins popping out of his neck, they're such a nice sight for sore eyes. Amazed by the spectacle of his orgasm, you roll yourself out from under him and push him onto his back — taking a seat on his naked pelvis. You're in a lustful daze as you stare directly at the white mess on his gut. It's beautiful, looking almost as if he's spilled thick milk all over himself — even though that's not something he drinks — maybe almond milk.

"Oh yeah," Grayson groans, out of breath as he lays under you, "Come here and lick my belly button clean." Without hesitation, you hold his wrists down against his chest — taking the open opportunity to pin him down — and slide your stomach back and forth against his, covering your abdomen in his seed. "Looks like we made a mess," you tease him, lowering your head down to the underside of his gut," And it's a big one! Must've been super pent-up, huh?" The view from the other side of his stomach is beautiful. Only his chin and the tip of his nose can be seen from this side, shown over the dip where his belly button is.

Your tongue slides out of your mouth again, this time with you in control, and traces its way up what seems to be a newly-forming happy trail to his navel, then forces itself down into the hole again. Just as you anticipated, the thick warmth of his spunk feels amazing on your tongue, and acts as the perfect lubricant to fill the space between your tastebuds and his skin. "Oh, fuck," Grayson moans, his eyes big as he stares blankly at the ceiling, "Oh my god! That feels... Auugh!"

"Tasted good too," you laugh, cleaning up what's left of the mess, "Too bad it's all gone!" Grayson wriggles his hands free from yours, looking down at his red, irritated abdomen. Slowly, he dips his finger into his soaked belly button and brings it up to his nose. "Oh, yeah. That smells awful. So hot." Finishing off your task, you kiss your way down the inside of his thighs, all the way to his feet. The sour smell of sweat fills your nostrils once more as you kiss the damp spaces between his toes, enjoying the aroma. Having left your thick, white mark all over his body, you place your head back onto his stomach and rest.

There the two of you lay, one on top of the other on the floor, breathless and full. You can still smell the sweat between his toes, the tacos wafting their way out through his pores, and suddenly you can't help but to feel proud of yourself. Both your dinner and your long, sexy dessert were a huge success!

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Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️!!!

[starryeyedadmirer]

If you could get a celebrity to carry triplets for you and birth them at home in an orgasmic way with you alone. Whom would you pick? And why?

I can’t just pick one guy (typically of me, I know), so I’m gonna choose a few… just because.

1. Evan Peters

This one needs no explanation. Just go follow @Evansbirthing on instagram, and you’ll see why he’ll always be my number one, when it comes to anything birth-related.

2. Either Joe Locke, or Corey Fogelmanis (I know these are two guys, but I can decide between them, so…)

I chose these guys because they both have really small and slender builds (bodies), and I think they would definitely struggle longer, and feel everything even more intensely than the others would. Good sensations, bad sensations… all of it. It’d be a crazy roller coaster ride! Plus, I just know a triplet baby-bump would look so hot, protruding form their midsections. Tiny body, big belly, perfection! And with Joe’s unique navel, there is no going wrong here.

3. Noah Centineo, Grayson Dolan, or Cameron Monaghan

For these guys, it just comes down to the fact that they have bigger, sturdier builds. The complete opposite of Joe and Corey — with their defied muscles and broad bodies. I feel like Cameron, Noah, and Grayson will be far more capable of handling the pain, and thus, feel more of the pleasure of giving birth. Noah, in particular, would feel the good sensations more intensely than Cam and Gray, because he’d probably turn it into this deeply meditative and self-reflective experience… if he’s not overcome with panic. It can go either way, when it comes to him.

[starryeyedadmirer]

Whenever I imagine how Damiano David moans and squirms when I make love to his little sweet belly button… He curls his toes, arches his back, his fingers are clutching the sheets… His soft lips are open gasping for air, his cheeks are blushing, the sweat on his skin… And he pleads for more… I go absolutely insane. I want to give him all the love and pleasure in the world.

I definitely feel you on that. Idk if it’s just me, but sometimes it makes me mad that certain guys aren’t getting the level of appreciation that I think they deserve.

Like, it infuriates me that men like Harry Styles, Asher Angel, and Ross Lynch will probably never experience the pleasures of navel play… never have their belly buttons licked, fingered, or even sniffed. I bet they don’t even acknowledge them!

Guys like Noah Centineo, Grayson Dolan, and Matty Lee will probably never have their feet worshipped the way that I would like for them to. Tyler Funke, Penn, Badgley, Yunglud, and Cameron Monaghan may never have someone to stuff their bellies full of food and make love to their bloated guts.

I know that it probably sounds crazy, and that I have to be okay with that… but I just wish I could give them that experience myself😩. The fact that they may never be opened up to such bliss makes me feel like they’re being robbed of it. It’s so sick!