#graysondolansmut

[impaladolan]

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

summary: after a long week of work, y/n needs some sort of relaxation and relief. although, her outlook on relieving her frustrations isn’t what grayson had in mind...

warnings: tid bit fluffy, swearing, vibrator use, & smut

a/n: been in my unfinished drafts for a bit..

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, baby?" Grayson longingly questioned, his brows crinkled and his lips almost forming a pout.

"I haven't been able to do laundry all week. God knows it won't get done unless I do it now." Y/N chuckles, balancing a full basket of freshly dried clothes on her hip, watching her lover wrap his fist around the front door's handle.

Every other weekend, at the Dolan residences, the two brothers, and sometimes their wives, would gather with some of their friends and watch their favorite football teams. And later on, they'd play board games or watch some movies. Normally, Y/N would be the one begging Grayson to hurry up and get ready to attend the biweekly event, except this time.

Y/N has different plans...

It had been a brutal week at work, her boss was currently taking out her "divorce emotions" on her employees and Y/N was getting the rougher end of it. She was relieved when it was finally the weekend and she could stress clean, calm her nerves in some sort of self efficient way and relax after a tough couple days.

She hadn't even had the thought of a sexual release, until she had dreamt multiple naughty scenarios just last night during her deep slumber. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what all she had dreamed, but she remembers waking up with a dripping arousal and a sore ache at her very center. And though her husband was laid right next to her, perfectly capable of satisfying her womanly needs, she decided using other resources would be a better fit.

Don't get her wrong, she loves being pleasured by the only man who knows exactly how to, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to come across as a sex-crazed women to Grayson, even though it would never make a difference to him.

They're married, for goodness sake.

"I can stay back and help out. We could even have our own little movie night if you wanted," He began, releasing his hand from the door and taking a few steps toward Y/N, whose lips turned into a cheesy smile as he drew closer to her.

"Just you and me," He took the basket filled with clothes from her hip and set it on the floor, intertwining his large hands with her smaller ones, eliciting a short laugh from Y/N. He brought her closer to his frontside, creating a ballroom dance-like formation and began shuffling around with her in his arms. Like an old married couple, they slowly danced around the room, him twirling her in his grasp while Y/N admirably gazed upon him.

Her cheeks were rosy with admiration, finding his little act of affection adorable. "You get easily distracted, huh?" Y/N grinned, resting her chin happily on his shoulder, his minuscule beard hairs tickling certain parts of her neck.

"Well, you looked too pretty over here by yourself," He softly explained against her ear. "And I wanted to dance around a room with a beautiful woman like you. So, I am." He lowered his hands beneath her and slew her into a romantic dip, planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. She returned one back, feeling her heart grow two sizes larger, much like the Grinch movie portrays, if anything.

"Grayson, I know how much you enjoy football, especially with the boys," She was only making excuses, but he had tempted her to just cuddle on the couch all day and watch plethoras of movies and munch on various snacks. But the low rattle in the depths her core was motioning her in a different way, and she just couldn't survive the rest of the day without fixing her little problem.

"Hmm, you're right. But when I get back, we're ordering take out and watching movies. Got it?" He chuckles, bringing the both of them back up into a standing position.

"M'hm, be safe." Y/N smiles, planting another kiss on her lover's lips before leaving his warmth. She waved goodbye to him as he left their abode, sweetly grinning as she went back to finishing up the laundry before the real reason she was staying home, would begin.

Though the couple's intimate relations seemed innocent and loving, they each had a different side to them, specifically in the bedroom.

The two never shied away from new experiences and would most certainly dabble into different areas of the "sex world," if you will. They, of course, had their preferences and different kinks, but Y/N seemed to be more open and freeing for that sort of stuff.

For the different occasions that they felt a bit more lustful and yearning for one another, they kept a locked trunk of knickknacks in their closet. You see, that's the one Grayson knows about, but Y/N keeps a smaller one, filled to the brim with all of her own toys, in a section of her closet that he never really pays attention to. If he had any idea that she kept self-pleasuring items for her own uses, he'd be absolutely ballistic.

Thankfully, he doesn't...

The moment Y/N threw the last bits of dirty laundry left, into the washer, she practically sprinted to their shared bedroom. After rummaging through the trunk filled with "accessories," she found a nice, pretty pink vibrator to do the trick, as well as a black silk blindfold to shield her own eyes. She was already rid of her clothes and sprawled across the wide bed in an instance, tying the piece of cloth over her eyes. 

Though, unbeknownst to Y/N, Grayson was already on his way back home. As soon as he had pulled into his brother's driveway, they had called to cancel— a certain emergency about something Grayson didn't really pay attention to listen to. He was thrilled that he didn't have to leave Y/N at home, all by herself to do chores all day. And luckily, their houses weren't too far apart from each other, so Grayson was back home within fifteen minutes of leaving it.

He didn't feel the need to text Y/N, she was probably busy anyway and possibly wouldn't respond. He figured she would hear the garage door open and expect that he was already home.

Little does he know...

As soon as he was parked and out of his vehicle, Grayson was trudging down stairs to the laundry room, in search of Y/N. He was surprised that she wasn't there, but he figured she might just be folding on the couch, trying to get ahead on one of the TV series the two were drawn into.

Grayson chuckles as he makes his way back upstairs, though his brows curtly furrow, his ears almost perking at the muffled sounds coming from the hallway.

Their shared room, to be precise.

With a pondering look upon his face, he kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards his bedroom, quietly twisting the door handle and pushing it inward. He opens the door wide enough to secretly look inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped the entire expanse. The noises he had heard only seconds ago were more prominent, and his eyes had fallen on the object creating the aroused sounds;

Y/N.

She was laid out on their bed, legs wide open and shaking while her hands were constantly pressuring a fucking sex toy against her soaked pussy. Grayson froze, pure anger washing over him and turning his face a turbulent shade of red, washing away his pleasant mood. He almost stormed in there, ready to rip the stupid machine away from her hands and show her what a real orgasm feels like.

But he somehow contained himself, and instead, watched the scene play out in front of his very own eyes, vexation spilling from his entire countenance.

Y/N didn't hear the garage door open and close, or even the beep of Grayson's truck when he locked it.  She hadn't even heard his feet stomping up and down the stairs, or his lingering chuckles. She was so caught up in how she was feeling.

The artificial vibrations that buzzed upon her core made the world around her so euphoric and heavenly. She'd brush the toy upon her clit, forcing her entire body shake with deep pleasure and a soft moan to emit from her mouth. It felt so nice, and she was so close to the brink of releasing.

She was already feeling better, and naughty. If Grayson were to find her this way, masturbating  freely in the open and satisfying herself, she would never live to see another day. But she didn't care at this point, she just wanted to finally cum.

And she was extremely close.

Her hips began to buckle, while her backside rose from the bed and her free hand twisted at the sheets beneath her. "Mm- just a little more—" Her entire core was pulsating, so fucking close to just letting go.

So close..

"Don't fucking cum yet, slut." Grayson's voice boomed throughout the room, making Y/N's movements freeze in terror and shock. Before she could think of some sort of explanation or reasoning as to what she's doing, her blindfold is ripped from her eyes, while the vibrator that was once nuzzled up on her pussy, was taken away as well. Now, she felt so empty and wanting, edged to an almost release.

"Jesus- You're fucking dripping, for fucksake." His tone was harsh, and Y/N felt like crying. She held onto her tears as she watched him examine the drenched vibrator, still buzzing in his hands. Out of the loss of contact, she began to whine, squeezing her thighs together to create at least a little bit of friction.

"Grayson, please—" She began to huff, but her shuttering voice was interrupted by the aggravated man pacing in front of her.

"I don't think I fucking asked you to talk, did I?" He glared at her, though just the sight of Y/N's exposed body made him shudder with a tinge of want.

Against his wishes, Y/N continued her whines, her breathing still ragged and finally her own hand traveling down to her soaked heat. She didn't care if she'd be in more trouble, she just needed to unravel the knot inside her, whether she'd pay for that mistake later or if not.

She didn't get far, because Grayson caught her wrist before it made it all the way down to her center, and brought it up to the headboard. He wrapped a leather strip around both of her wrists, mumbling incoherent spews of anger, doing the same with her ankles against the bedposts.

"I-I, I thought you were gonna watch football.." She began, but a low growl sounded from Grayson, and the blindfold was placed back over her eyes, while a different type of cloth was shoved in her mouth. Y/N feels the numbing slap across her thigh before hearing the connection's sound, an exasperated scream muffling out of her filled mouth.

"I'd stop talking if I were you. Unless you want to be choked by Daddy’s fucking cock, darling." His voice rattled her insides, and she dared not to make another sound, already dug far too deep in a hole anyway. "Get ready princess, m'gonna edge the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you'll remember to ask me for permission to use your fucking toys." His voice soon faded from her ears as a higher vibration than before was nudged right up against her swollen clit, making her figure convulse in imploding pleasure.

It took an entire hour for Grayson to edge Y/N twelve fucking times. She was a mess, sweat droplets dotting her hairline while her pussy remained in slippery shambles. He didn't say a word, and Y/N held her tongue from shouting profanities after the several losses of contact. She hadn't came yet, but if she didn't soon— she would find a way to get out of her restraints and finish off what she had started herself.

It had been several minutes since Grayson had pulled her to the brink of an orgasm, and she was starting to think that he'd never come back. She had heard the sound of a zipper earlier, and she couldn't tell if he was doing something to ease his own pain while she laid there, so high strung and breathless. She was about to call out his name, but the warmth of his tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves and she let out an exasperated sigh, pulling on the cuffs tied around her wrists.

He slipped his tongue in skillful motions, his hands pushing up underneath her thighs as he lapped up her liquids. Y/N was so sensitive to touch, anything that remotely stroked her could heighten her arousal and make her lust for more.

Within seconds, her hips were shaking and her back arched above the mattress, her toes curling under the pressure. And his voice finally sang the heavenly words she had been waiting for the entire time;

"Cum, princess."

Y/N released all over his lips, a high-pitched scream sounding from her mouth as she finally unravels, her legs bucking against their restraints. She spits out the cloth from her mouth and heavily breathes, murmuring praises to the man between her legs.

"I'm sorry, Grayson."

a/n: did this completely suck? i haven’t really written in third person in awhile, so i need honest opinions..

[voiidbarnes]

the nudes - g.d.

WORD COUNT: 461

It’s exactly 3:40AM when my phone starts to blow up. 

The excessive “ding-ing” makes me groan as I try to reach for the phone on my nightstand.  

My boyfriend, Grayson, was in Australia with his brother and I had a horrible week, trying to fall asleep without him by my side.  Guess all my hard work paid off for nothing tonight.

5,671 notifications from my Twitter.  Wow that’s new, I’m not usually getting five fucking thousand tags in the middle of the night.  

I use my finger-print to open the phone as click on Twitter.

“#GRAYSONDOLANISOVERPARTY” shows up to be my number one on trending, with “#Y/N” as number two.  What the hell did he do now?

I click on the first result and there are fans tweeting things like “OH MY GOD,” and “hoLY SHIT THIS IS WHAT I WOKE UP TO?!,” but there isn’t anything that tells me what happened exactly.  

I keep scrolling and my eyes widen when a picture finally shows up.

It’s Grayson, on a bed.  He’s holding a phone towards the mirror and he’s naked.  Completely naked.  It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but it’s shocking.  Who leaked his fucking nudes?  I’ve never seen these either.

The fan account that posted it recently posted another picture.  I click on it and it’s another nude, but this time it’s a different pose.

It’s him with another girl.

It’s him with my best friend.

They’re both naked, embracing each other in our bed.  The bed that I’m sitting in right now.  How old is this?  When was this taken?  How could Emily do this to me?  How could Gray do this to me?  How long has he been cheating on me?  How could I have not noticed?  Am I this stupid?  

Millions of questions run through my brain, and I collapse from my sitting position- salty tears falling down my face.  

We’ve had so many conversations about our relationship.  We were a secluded couple, but not totally private.  People knew about me and asked about me, but Grayson never said anything about me.  

Was he ashamed?  Of me?  Was I not good enough for him?  Of course I’m not, I’m nothing compared to the famous, millionaire You-Tuber that he is.  

He always told me that he would never break his heart.  He always told me that I was the one for him, that we would get married and live in those cute houses in the suburbs with a front lawn and a tree-swing.  He always told me that we would have the perfect family with a boy that looked like him and a girl that was a miniature-me.  That I’m the love of his life.  That we’re soul-mates.

Guess all of those were lies.

[grantszn]

🥵💦💦 — i just, i had to🥺

[aut-x]

theyre all so beautiful

[agirlssfantasy]

these are my edits that i made so please if you use them please tag me so i can thank you and stuff!! @lostinmydolans @kiradolan211 @heartbreakdolan @highqualitydolans @rockstardolan @i-will-personally-eat-yourhand @heeydolan @bouttogolinkurbitch.

[superteenwolftrash]

Obsessed/Grayson Dolan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:    Can you do a grayson dolan one shot where the reader is a big youtuber and grayson is a crazed fan who is obsessed with her and can you add some smut to it and make it kinky pleaseeee

Ya’ll ya girl has been watching too much criminal minds.  

Getting started in social media was the best thing to ever happen to me. With a fan base of over 8 million and growing things were going great. Going on tour with a bunch of other fellow YouTubers was amazing. Meet and Greets were my favorite, it was great seeing the people who support me. I was good a remembering faces but terrible with names. I looked over the line of people in line to meet me when I came across a face that I had seen many times before. I kept trying to place him, finally it was his turn. "I've seen you before!" I say with a smile, he blushes and nods as I give him a hug. "I'm Grayson." He says a bit nervous, I was use to that. "Grayson?" I paused, finally it hit me. "Oh I've met you before haven't I?" I say and he nods once again. "It's great seeing you again." I smile, "Can we uh get a picture?" He asked, and I nod and he shows me the pose he wants to do. "Alright pucker up!" I laugh, I turn towards him and I lean in, placing my thumbs between our lips. I'll be honest I wouldn't mind kissing him without something between us, he was hot. After the flash of the photo fades I pull away but Grayson keeps his hands on my hips tightly. "Come on we gotta keep the line moving!" Security said, "I'm sure I'll see you again!" I told him with a smile, "You definitely will." He stated before walking away, it should've been a red flag but I've always had weird fan encounters. After the meet and greet was over I went back to my hotel room only to realize my phone was no longer in my pocket. "God damnit." I groaned, as a social media influencer my phone was a necessity. I decided to go over to my managers hotel room to see if she may have taken it. As I'm walking down the hall I see Grayson, a grin on his face. "Hey! I was looking for you." He says, causing me to raise a brow. "Actually I was looking for your manager, I found your phone and I hope you don't mind but I skimmed through it to see who it belonged to and I saw where you were staying." He explained, something was a little odd but once again I brushed it off. "Well I appreciate you bringing it to me. You're a live savor." I told him and he handed me his phone, "I owe you one." I said, "Could I come in?" He asked me. "Come in?" I repeated, "Yeah we can hang out." He suggested. "Oh uh yeah sure we could do that." I said and we both went into my hotel room. We were having a good time chatting and laughing for some reason I felt comfortable with him. We had so much in common it was scary, one thing led to another and we started kissing. Grayson picked me up and placed me down onto the bed, "You have no idea how long I've wanted this." He groaned, attacking my neck with his lips. My eyes flutter shut as a moan escaped my lips, he pulled my clothes off and he sat up as his eyes raked over my body. I could see the obvious boner in his jeans, "stay just like that." He said, climbing off of the bed and going over to the curtains and pulling the ties off. "What are those for?" I asked and he smirked, he took my wrist and tied it to the bed post. "Is that okay?" He asked and I nodded before he did the same to the other wrist. He pulled his shirt over his head, the way he looked made my knees weak. He pushed my thighs apart and wasted no time before diving in with his tongue. "You're already so wet." He said amused, his tongue sucked at my throbbing clit. My muscles immediately tightening up, I squeezed my eyes shut and tugged at the ties. "Grayson!" I moaned, he pulled away. "Call me Daddy." He said and I swallowed, I'd called him anything he wanted to get him to continue. "Fuck Okay!" I groaned, "Daddy Please!" I said and he smirked before going back in, he thrusted two fingers into my pussy as he nipped at my clit. A cry of pleasure fell from my lips as my pussy clenched around his fingers, I was gonna cum. "What the hell?" I said breathlessly and he pulled away. "You didn't think you were gonna cum without my cock inside that tight pussy did you?" He asked with a cocky grin. "God hearing you moan like that..." he said, "Just got me off." He smirked, tugging his jeans down which revealed a wet spot on the front of his boxers. "Gray-" I started but he cleared his throat, "Daddy." I corrected myself, "Please do something." I pleaded, "Don't worry. I'm going to do plenty." He promised. He tugged his boxers down and my mouth watered at the sight of him, his fully erect cock was ready to go. "Bed side drawer." I said, "What?" He asked confused. "Condoms?" I told him and he opened the drawer and pulled out the box, "Did you plan on using these with someone else?" He asked, I saw his jaw was clenched. "What no." I said and he ripped the box open and put one on. He climbed on top of me and grabbed my thigh and hooked it on his hip, he teased my entrance with the tip of his cock before he finally thrusted in. A groan left his lips as a moan left mine, "Fuck I love you." He mumbled but I wasn't sure if I heard him right to I didn't say anything. He thrusted in as if he had something to prove but I wasn't complaining, I tugged and tugged at the ties because I just wanted to grab onto something but they were too tight. I was already close from when he was eating me out so it didn't take long for my orgasm to build up again. "You're mine." He whispered in my ear, I moaned in response. "Say it!" He demanded, "I'm yours!" I gasped. "Grayson!" I cried out as I came. My chest heaving up and down as my legs shook, he didn't slow down if anything I think he picked up speed. Not long after I felt him cum, he gave a few more thrusts before pulling away. "God I love you so much." He said as he threw the condom away, "Sad really." He said as he untied my hands, he kissed each wrist. "Those could've been our kids." He told me and my eyes widened, "What?" I said with a laugh, he had to be joking. I grabbed the silk robe that was provided by the hotel and I slipped it on, "Yeah you know you said you wanted kids one day." He said to me, as he got dressed. "Well you tweeted it on February 7th." He reminded me, now this was getting weird. I didn't know what to say, I grabbed my phone and I was about to put the password in when I realized something. "How'd you get into my phone?" I asked him, "Huh?" He said. "I have a password on it. How'd you see where I was staying?" I asked and he looked around as if he was trying to stall to find an answer. "You didn't follow me did you?" I asked, "You didn't notice me. You treated me like everyone else in that line. I knew you had to do that so nobody knew." He said, taking a step towards me. "Knew what?" I asked totally confused, "That we're in love, silly." He said with a laugh, "In love? Grayson I barely know you." I told him, "You knew me enough to fuck me." He said, I could tell he was getting angry. "I think you should go." I told him, "Why? You don't wanna go a round two? You enjoyed the first one so much." He told me, before showing me the screen of his phone. It'd been voice recording for the past two hours, "So we never forget our first time." He told me, "That wasn't my first time!" I said a bit loud, his face fell before it became hard again. "Yes it was!" He stated, "Get out!" I shouted. "Now!" I said, "Y/N baby I'm sorry please come on you know I didn't mean any of it." He tried to reason, he grabbed my arm. I quickly pulled away, "Get the hell out!" I told him, he punched the wall. "Fine but I'll be back!" He told me before slamming the door shut. What the hell did I get myself into?

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [9/-]

summary: after a wild night, and an amazing slumber, you agree to have a “normal” day with him.. in which you found out his name.. finally..

warnings: smut, kinda fluff-ish, & swearing

a/n: sorry that it takes me literally years to come out with new capture parts. i’ve just been very unmotivated and i just haven’t been able to put my thoughts into words lately. BUT this is finally part nine and i hope you enjoy ! <3

You braced your body for a hard fucking.

Even in the hazed state of drunkenness, where you could hardly make out the few feet in front of you, your body ached and shivered for his touch. Just feeling the warmth of his tall stature standing behind you created some sort of barrier of relief, like you could feel safe within his arms.

Which should be far from the truth...

You heard the echoing sound of his pants falling to the ground with a thud, while his shirt flew over your head and landed on the floor in front of you. Still, even in the weakness of want and need, you contemplated an escape. You knew you'd never succeed, but it was a thought trapped in the back of your mind at all times.

It felt like it had been forever since he last touched you, when in reality, mere seconds.

You almost cried out for him, but you soon felt the coolness of his hand travel down your spine, eliciting a soft whimper to cascade from your lips. His finger pulled the brim of his shirt up your body, just enough to fully examine your backside like it was a precious artifact. You arched your back to his touch, sighing as both of his hands slid up your sides.

Not a word slipped from his mouth as he slipped his hands beneath your thighs, aligning his hard cock with your drenched pussy, roughly pulling you closer to him.

“What made you think you could get into Daddy’s alcohol?” He questions as he finally sinks in, filling your center’s walls until he no longer could. You held your breath as he stretched your pussy achingly slow, a groan escaping his mouth as his girth becomes surrounded with your warmth.

“And snoop around my office like a fucking bad girl?” Just a slow as before, he retracts his hips from yours, watching as your breathing becomes erratic. “D-Daddy!” You scream when he roughly thrusts into you without warning, beginning a quick pace that made you squeal.

He drew his hand back and laid a harsh slap against your ass, guiding his other hand to your shoulder to hold onto for stability. His own breathing became ragged as his cock reached depths into your pussy, unlike any other guy ever had. His reddened tip brushed just delicately over that body-numbing spot that made you squirm and want to shriek with pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” He murmured breathlessly to himself, which only furthered him to want you more. He travels his free hand back down to your slick folds, adding quick circles with his thumb to the hood of your clit. Your mind was too slow to comprehend the amount of ecstasy the man behind you was bringing, but you knew you had to be close to combusting around his sunken cock— and you could hardly wait.

He was close too, his movements became ragged and he too was in a state of euphoria where he couldn’t decipher what’s wrong from right.

“I-I’m so fucking close, Daddyy.” You drug out, hiccuping when he brushes over that spot over and over, like he knew that that’s where it made you shiver and yelp for him. You didn’t wait for a response. Instead, you came all over him— falling apart in his grasp.

And he did the same.

He breathed a soft moan as he came undone, shooting his hot spurts of cum up into you, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Soon enough, he pulled away from you. The warmth of him and his body leaving you sprawled out upon his desk like it had never happened.

You turned over to lay on your back, exhaustion tightening upon your heaving body. If allowed so, you would've fell asleep right on his desk. Possibly even lay down on the floor, for your room seemed like miles away and your legs weren't stable enough to balance on anyway. Your eyes were already shut and your mind became clear, unbothered by anything surrounding you.

Even he had escaped your mind, all until you felt your shirt unravel down your body, shielding the bareness of your skin. He cleaned up the mess that the two of you had made, and tucked a piece of lose hair behind your ear.You didn't care to open your eyes, but your heart seemed to beat a little quicker as he picked you up. His touch was delicate, like you were a priceless piece of art. And he even walked gracefully, slow and simple steps until the warmth of another room struck your frozen face.

His embrace was so comfortable, soothing even, and you couldn't help the heaviness of your eyelids. You were halfway asleep before he laid you down on his bed and lifted the silky smooth covers over your body.

"Goodnight, G." You weren't sure how, but you were capable enough whisper that little phrase. His heart fluttered, a smiling drawing his lips and he just had to bend down and leave a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"Sweet dreams." His once harsh voice was softer than he had ever used it, something familiar that you seemed to have known a long time ago..

Your dreams swept over your fulfilled mind, and a deep sleep fell over you.

-

Your eyes fluttered open and a golden splash of sun had seeped ever so quietly through the window of the room in which you were peacefully sleeping in. You were sunken into the pillowy surface of a gigantic bed, the fluffy duvet covering you entirely and some more. In the imaginary book titled "Top Five Sleeps I've Ever Had," you'd have to say that waking up like this had to at least be pulling in the top three. It was so warm and comfy, and the likelihood of you ever moving from such a position, was very rare.

Now, the man, snoring like an angel would, beside you, shouldn't feel oh-so normal. In fact, anyone with morals and common sense would be outraged and have thrown a fit. After all, he's a stranger— who's gone as far as to kidnap you and hold you captive for however long it's been. But, if we're being honest, you've lost all sense and mindfulness by now. You're flatly surviving with your emotions at this point.

He is pretty attractive though...

Your eyes had nothing else to do except roam his exposed backside, the sunlight sculpting all the creases of his uniformly patterned muscles. And his soft hair, placed angelically upon the pillow where the rest of his head laid. If only it were under different circumstances, would you then and only then consider his affection and presumably put it into a relationship.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that it's rude to stare?" His hoarse voice rose just a little above a whisper, a temporary chuckle flooding from his lips as well. "I'm admiring, not staring. There's a difference." Although you followed with an eye roll, your lips were twisted into a giddy grin and the roundest part of your cheeks became a rosy pink.

"Still quick-witted, huh?" He began as he rolled his body over to face you. His lips were a swollen red, just enough to leave a small peck upon— only if you could. His hazels were glistening after a long yawn emptied from his mouth, which unfortunately you're extremely contagious to. You open your mouth to replicate what he had just done, but your yawn is stopped short when his soothing words seeped from his lips.

"I wish it were back to normal, like the old days. With me, waking up right next to you." He began as a cheesy smile curved his lips. "Talking, laughing, deep conversations, debating, arguing— everything that we used to do, I want it back. I want you to remember who I am, to remember us."

"Then show me." You subtly demanded. His eyes flickered wider as his cheeks turned into a pinkish-red. Within an instant, he threw the covers off of the two of you and quickly scrambled out of the comfortable bed.

"C'mon." He held out his hand for your own, and with a nice smile you took it. He pulled you up from the bed and onto the chilling floor with ease, soliciting a short giggle as you stabilized your aching body upon your feet.

No matter how peculiar this situation is, you wanted to at least try to have one normal encounter with him.

You kept your hands intertwined as he led you from the room and down the hall towards the kitchen. He only let go when he was in reach of the coffee machine that he as nicely set atop the counter of his large kitchen. “Coffee, M’lady?” He curved one of his brows as he turned on the high tech machine as you happily nodded.

You haven’t had a warm cup of coffee in a long time, it seems...

-

Your stomach began to hurt from all the endless laughing you've been submerged in, reminiscing on your own childhood stories as well as his college adventures for the past couple hours. The two of you left the kitchen and your empty mugs awhile ago, and now you both were comfortably settled upon the expensively clothed couches that were strategically placed in the large living area.

Your mind is at such an ease, talking to a man you’ve somewhat grown to know in this morning.

The way he talked and expressed himself reminded you of someone you used to know, a long time ago. And it made your head fuzzy and clueless, irritated that you couldn't exactly pinpoint who he really was. Once the laughter had subsided, and the never-leaving question once again clouded your mind— you just had to ask.

"Who— Who are you?" Your voice was so curious, so innocent and in need of an answer from the man you've been so desperate to know for ages.

He didn't reply straight away. Instead, he focused his glistened orbs on the likes of yours, reaching depths it never had before. He intakes a large, deep breath, blowing his exhale out through his nose as his chest fell in a relaxed sigh.

"Grayson," He solemnly began, standing from his former seat and taking a few steps towards you, "Dolan." He crouched down before you as his lips sealed, his shaking hands falling onto your shoulders and gracefully sliding up your neck, resting upon the warmth of your cheeks.

You mind tumbled as your tongue wouldn't lather a word to permit from your mouth. You froze, unable to move or even think clearly as realization courses through you.

"It can't be.." You were eventually able to stutter, bringing your hands up to lay flat on his own. A single tear fell from you eye, and Grayson shuttered..

-

He's dead.

And so am I.

to be continued...

[voiidbarnes]

the party - g.d.

The blinding disco lights are shifting rapidly around the room, along with the disgusting odor of marajuana and booze.

“Why in God’s earth did you drag me here, A?  I can already tell this is gonna suck.  Look, there are people trying to conceive babies on that ugly ass bright purple couch.” I groan at my best friend.

Amanda tugs her shirt down a bit, revealing her cleavage as she looks at me with a quirked eyebrow.  “Because you, my dear friend, need to be laid.  You haven’t got any action since you broke up with Cameron and that was four fucking months ago.  Don’t worry I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

She grabs two solo cups and fills them up with some sort of unknown alcohol in a bowl and hands one to me.  I sniff it and grimace.  “Fine but I’m an independent woman that doesn’t need a ma-.”

“That’s not what you said when you were crying last week after you watched the Notebook.” I scoff as the sound of Tame Impala’s The Less I Know The Better blasts through the expensive speakers in the middle of the large living room.  At least the host of the party has good taste in music.  I can’t say the same about their taste in home decor.

As I stare at the large group of people dancing, I take the smallest possible sip of the liquid in the cup.  “I don’t even know anybody he-”.

I furrow my eyebrows, noticing that Amanda wasn’t next to me anymore.  Instead, she was batting her lashes at some random guy.

So much for “staying with me the whole time.”   I look around uncomfortably, not knowing what to do now.  Deciding to head out to the pool, of which seems empty for the most part, I tug down the miniskirt Amanda forced me to wear and start walking to the back door.  

I start to push myself through the crowd, desperately wanting some fresh air to clear my mind.  I look at my feet the whole time, not trying to make any eye contact.  Being my usual clumsy-bitch self, I bump headfirst into somebody’s back, the impact making me drop my drink.  

“Oh my God!  I’m so sorry, it got all over your shoes!”, I gasp.  “I know how to clean shoes, or I can buy you a new pair, o- or I’m so sorry!”.  I start to panic, realizing that I couldn’t pay for a pair of shoes like that especially with student loans breaking my back.  

I look up to see who’s shoes I ruined and I’m met with one of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever seen.

Holy fucking shit.

He grins at me, displaying his perfect smile, as his eyes shine from the disco lights.  His hair looks so soft.

“It’s alright, they’re only shoes.  Anyways, it’s not everyday that a beautiful girl spills her drink on you.”

Ignoring the flush in my cheeks, I grimace.  “How can I pay you back?  I’m sort of struggling with finances right now but I can give you my contacts and I’ll pay you back when I can-  I’m so sor-”.

The beautiful fucking Greek God smirks at my rambling and cuts me off.  “You don’t need to give me money, but if you want to make it up for me, how about your number?” Is he talking to me?

I turn around to see if I’m mistaken and turn back around when nobody’s behind me.  When he looks at me with a quirked eyebrow, I nod stupidly.

“Were you trying to go to the pool?  I was heading there too,” he asks.

I nod again stupidly again.  Stop fucking nodding, Y/N.

The stranger takes my hand in his and starts to push through the crowd, his large frame easily doing so.  He opens the back door, a whoosh of crisp, cold air rushes through the door as we step outside.  We walk towards a miniature gazebo with two outdoor couches and a cute coffee table and take a seat.

“So, what’s your name?”, he asks.

“Y/N.  Y/N Y/L/N.  What about you?”

“Grayson.  Grayson Dolan,” he grins.  The name is familiar to me, but I can’t pinpoint where I’ve heard it from.  Amanda probably ranted about how he was before.  Not that I disagree.

A few seconds of awkward silence pass through and, considering the fact that I just spilled vodka on his shoes, I think it’s normal.

“So,” he starts.  “I have a feeling that you were dragged to this party.”

I look up quizzically at him.  “How did you know?”

“I have a sixth sense,” he says mysteriously.  “Just kidding, I know Amanda she’s talked about you in the past.”

Of course she did.

I roll my eyes.  “Yeah I was dragged to this party.  She said that I need to be laid but this party sucks and I don’t know anybody here.”

“I can help with that,” Grayson states.  

I stare up at him with wide eyes.  Did he mean he could help me get laid?  He’s hot but I don’t even know the dude.  He could be a serial killer for all I know

He looks up at me with realization on his face.  “Oh shit!  I-I meant about you not knowing anybody.  You know me now.  Anyways, let’s ignore that just happened.  You think this party sucks?”

“Yeah, it’s not just the people.  It’s just so fucking big and people with big houses probably have big heads.  It just comes with privilege, y’know?  Also, I don’t know who owns the house but their taste in home decor isn’t the best,” I ramble.

Grayson smirks at me and is about to say something, but the sound of rapid footsteps interrupt him.

We both look up and see Amanda running towards the two of us.  “Y/N!  I’ve been looking for you everywhere!  Where’d you g-”

Amanda looks at the two of us.  Stares at me, then Grayson, then me, then Grayson.  “Oh hi Gray, do you know Y/N?  Sorry that’s not important.  Anyways, thanks for inviting me tonight, it’s been a blast but we got to head back home.  My mom’s blowing the shit out of my phone.”

Wait.

What does she mean by inviting her?  

I look up at Grayson as he nods at A, standing back up.

“It was nice to meet you Y/N,” he grins mischievously.  “If you decide to come to one of my parties again, I’ll be sure to upgrade to decor.”

[raeswritings]

The Boy Next Door Pt. 6- Grayson Dolan

A @dolansanonymous & @raeswritings production

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

Its been a couple months since your parents have met Grayson. A couple of months of flirting and shit load of talking from both sides. None of you had made a move. Yeah, there was the not so sneaky kisses you shared while you hanged out with Ethan and the little makeouts you guys have had late at night when Grayson would stay the night. That was until Grayson asked you on your first official date.

It was just a normal night for you and Grayson. Both snuggled up on the sofa late at night watching tanked. "So how would going to the aquarium tomorrow sound to you?" Grayson asked. His eyes glued to the tv.

"Like a date?" You asked turning to him, you voice low as a whisper. You hoped this wasn't another daydream. You seemed to be having them lately.

"Yeah. Like a date. What do you say?" He asked looking down, his cheeks and ears turning a light shade of red.

"You had me at aquarium." You smiled brightly at him.

”Come on Gray! I wanna see the jellyfish!" You exclaimed excitedly. Your facial expression almost child like. You and Grayson just arrived at the local aquarium. Grayson had picked the aquarium as your first date because over the past months that you've been talking he found out your love for marine life and thought that this would be the prefect place.

Dragging Grayson over to a tank filled with jellyfish, you stared at them in amazement. "Aren't they beautiful, Gray?" You asked him looking at the colorful jellyfish in awe.

"Not as beautiful as you." Grayson cheekily said.

You snort playfully pushing his shoulder. "You cheesy dork."

"Only for you."

"Stop you're so corny." You laugh going to a different tank to look at the coral reef habitat.

"I now see why you love sea life now. They are truly beautiful animals." Grayson spoke whilst looking at the bright colorful coral reef buzzing with life.

"Yeah. Did you know that fish have been on earth for more than 450 million years?" You asked Grayson.

"No I didn't. That's a long time." He replied intrigued.

"Yeah! They were well established long before dinosaurs roamed the earth." You tell him not taking your eyes off the fish.

"Wow." Grayson breathes out at the information. You lead him to another tank filled with tropical fish.

"What about these fish? Can you tell me some facts about them?" Grayson asked you. "In fact, many tropical fish sold in the united states are harvested from the wild in Africa, Asia , and south America." You tell him, your eyes sparkle as you speak. You loved telling fact about fish that many people didn't know about. You liked to see their faces at the facts you had given them.

"Wow. My girlfriend's a nerd." Grayson laughed to himself shaking his head slightly.

"Girlfriend?" You asked. Grayson looked light a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes wide with his mouth slightly ajar.

”L-Lets go feed the sting rays." He said walking to the said animal. You decided to leave it alone since you didn't want the carefree vibe to go away and ruin the date.

"Gray, please tell me your aren't afraid of the harmless sting ray." You tease him. Grayson has denied feeding the string rays claiming that 'they didn't like him'.

"Alright, alright. I'm afraid of them. I mean they could bite my fingers off or sting my hand!" He whisper shouted.

"They won't sting you, Grayson. They are babies and haven't developed the sting effect on their tails yet." You laugh out. "Here, I'll guide your hand if that makes you feel better." You grab his hand and guide it to the top of a sting ray. The slimy, wet skin of the sting ray causes Grayson to jump and retract his hand.

"Hey, its ok. It wont hurt you." You softly say, grabbing his hand and putting it back on the sting ray. "See, not so bad after all." You say as a big smile comes across Grayson's face as his fear goes away.

"I had fun today. Thanks." You tell Grayson as you both stand on the porch of your house.

"Me too, thanks for saying yes. I didn't really think you would want to go." Grayson admitted, looking down with his hand rubbing his neck.

"Why wouldn't I say yes?" You asked him, stepping closer.

"I don't know.." He trailed off.

"Grayson if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have gone on a date with you." You tell him finally admitting how you feel about him.

"You like me?" Grayson asked as his head snapped up looking at you. He couldn't mask the excitement in his voice.

"I thought it was obvious. I mean I don't just go on dates with guys I don't like." You tell him rolling your eyes at his star struck face expression.

Grayson didn't say anything, his actions spoke for him. He cupped your face with his hands and attached his lips to yours. You immediately kiss back with equal force. The air around you both seemed to shift into a more intimate atmosphere. Grayson backs you to the door his lips going from your lips to your ear. "Jump." He demands, his voice sending chilling through your body. You do as you were told as Grayson places a hand under your ass as the other one works on opening the door.

As Grayson enters the house with you in his arms, he kicks the door close and walks into your room gently laying you down on the bed. He leans back reaching a hand behind his head, grabbing his shirt and slips it off with ease.

Soon after both of your clothes are thrown to the side, Grayson slowly slides into you. Both of you moan at the contact. Grayson placing ghost like kisses on your neck and chest. HIs thrusts slow but powerful and deep. The way Grayson was moving inside you and the way he left such tender and loving kisses along your body felt like you were on cloud nine. It didn't feel like you were fucking. No, it felt like two souls finally becoming one.

Grayson looked down to where your bodies both met, groaning at the slight of him sliding in and out of you. Grayson felt him become closer to his climax. Not wanting to leave you in the dark, he lifted your leg onto his shoulder. Thrusting his hips from a different angle, he hit that one spot that made you even more breathless if that was even possible as your moans and breathing became louder.

One of his hands went down your bodies, rubbing on your clit fiercely as his thrusts became more rougher. It wasn't long until you both reach your highs, riding them out with both of your names falling out of each others months in pure pleasure.

[grantszn]

y/n: hey uh grayson i just wanted to tell you you’re kinda cute and i was wondering if we could go on a date sometime?

grayson: y/n we’ve been married for 2 years, you’re literally 5 months pregnant with my child

y/n:

grayson:

y/n: ....so it that a yes

[aut-x]

IMPORTANT!!!

GUYS!!! IM GONNA START WRITING ON HERE!!!! REPLY WITH SOME CONCEPTS???

[sedxts]

From baby to daddy

[agirlssfantasy]

hi... i’m i bored and would love someone to talk to please i’m a nice person!

[superteenwolftrash]

1950/Grayson Dolan Smut

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Request:  Hiya 👋 I love pretty much everything you write, my request is a Grayson•reader smut (where the Dolans aren't famous) your new and you make best friends with girl who's going out with a jerk (Ethan) and she invites you to a diner where you meet Grayson ? Xx

It was a rather nice day out, the birds were singing and the sun was shining. But I couldn't help but dread the day ahead. First day at a new school, mind you it's my first day- not anyone else's. It's the middle of the school year and my parents decided to move. Well my father got a new job and they jumped at the offer. So here I stand looking at the building in front of me, my books clutched to my chest. "Come on, Sweetheart." My mother said sweetly, pushing my back forward. I reluctantly walked forward into the glass doors, then into the office where a secretary greeted us. "How can I help you?" The women greeted, "It's my first day." I spoke softly, "Oh you must be Y/N! Let me get your papers." She said to me and my mother. After my mother signed some forms and whatnot it was time for her to go. "Good luck!" She said excitedly, hugging me tightly. I glanced at the wall, a calendar catching my attention. March 3rd, 1950 I read to myself, "I'll see you when you get home." My mother said pulling away from me, "Off you go!" The secretary said with a smile, I nodded before making my way out of the office and into the halls. "111" I repeated to myself quietly as I walked down the hallway looking for my locker. Once I managed to find it the be rang, causing me to jump slightly. I began to feel even more nervous than I was as the students filled the hallways. "And who might you be?" I heard a voice causing me to close my locker slightly. Revealing a boy with jelled dark hair, a leather jacket, and a smug look on his face. "Leave the poor girl alone, Ethan." A girl said, slapping the boy on the arm. "Come on I was just messing around." Ethan commented, "Yeah yeah why don't you buzz off?" The girl spoke, "I'll see you later." Ethan said, pressing a kiss to the girls lips. He winked at me before he went off, but the girl stayed. "Don't mind him. I'm Y/B/F! You must be Y/N!" She spoke, excitedly. "How did you know?" I asked curiously, "I know everything that goes on around here. Meaning I know that we're going to be the best of friends!" She stated with a smile. Y/B/F showed me around and by the end of the day it was as if we were old friends. "Hey I'm meeting Ethan and a few others at the diner just a couple blocks away. You wanna come with?" She asked with a hopeful smile. I didn't wanna ruin my chances of keeping Y/B/F as a friend so I agreed. I got home from school and I told my mother about my day and she was happy to let me go meet up with Y/B/F. I redid my hair and makeup for the evening. By the time I was done I heard a honk come from outside, and I glanced out the window and I saw Y/B/F in her car. "Mom Y/B/F is here!" I called running down the stairs, "What she's not gonna come inside?" My mother asked, "Next time." I reassured her, kissing her on the cheek before skipping outside before my mother could speak another word. "Well look at you all dolled up!" Y/B/F spoke with a laugh, "Too much?" I asked her. Now feeling self conscious about how I looked, "No you look great!" She assured me, I got into her car and we started making out way to the diner. Once we got there we went inside, it was full of kids. My eyes immediately met with a very handsome boy. He looked oh so familiar but I couldn't place him just yet. Y/N/F and I made out way over to Ethan who was actually with the boy. They had to be twins, "Y/N this is Grayson, Grayson Y/N." Y/N/F introduced us, "It's lovely to meet you!" I said, "Yeah you too!" Grayson smiled. "Jeez get a room!" Ethan called out, We all sat down in a booth and I ended up next to Grayson. We were hitting it off and it would've been better if Ethan didn't keep cutting in making tasteless comments. "Hey do you wanna go somewhere more quiet?" Grayson leaned in, I looked over at Ethan then back to Grayson. "Please." I said, causing Grayson to laugh. Y/B/F waved us off with a smile, "So how are you liking it here?" Grayson asked, holding the door open for me. "It's definitely different, but I like it." I said with a smile, the rest was history. A few weeks later I was at Grayson's house, my parents didn't know of course. Grayson's parents were out at dinner so we went back to his place. "I don't want you to think that I'm that kind of girl because I can assure you I'm not." I explained to him, "I know." He told him, taking me back a bit. "You're different and I like that, I like you. We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." Grayson said, causing me to blush profusely. "From the moment I saw you walk into school on your first day I knew I had to have you." Grayson confessed, I smiled as I walked forward. I pressed my lips against his, I had only kissed Grayson on the cheek before. I felt a spark throughout my whole body and there was no doubt I was in love with this boy. He hadn't made things official between us yet but I knew I wanted to be with him in every way. Grayson's hands fell to my waist, gripping my hips tightly. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip, causing me to open my mouth slightly. Enough for him to slip his tongue into my mouth, our tongues meeting each other's. His hands slid down a bit further, gripping my ass through my dress. A gasp left my lips, "Grayson." I mumbled against his lips. I pulled back slightly, both of us panting gently. I turned around facing away from Grayson, he got the idea and he unzipped my dress and it pooled at my feet. I heard Grayson take in a breath, I turned around to face him. My face was flush and Grayson's eyes looked me up and down. "Wow." He whispered, "You're beautiful." He told me, I could feel my face heat up. He shrugged off his jacket, then followed his shirt. I was in awe he was tan and toned, I trailed my fingertips up his body. His fingers did the same to mine, there was a lot of tension and build up. So when all of our clothes were off we didn't waste much time, Grayson's hands were all of my body. My hands kept their place in his hair, he laid me gently down on his bed. He kissed my collar bones softly and I felt his boner pressing against the inside of my thigh. "Wait!" I said and Grayson quickly pulled away, "Did I do something wrong?" Grayson asked curiously, "No no not at all. But we need- you know, protection?" I told him, "Oh yeah, sorry I was lost in the moment." He explained, he rolled a condom on and we were back in business. I closed my eyes softly awaiting for the pain that everyone talked about. I felt Grayson position himself at my entrance, "Are you ready?" Grayson asked me, I quickly nodded. Grayson slowed eased himself inside me, a gasp leaving my lips. "Is this your first time?" Grayson asked me, I was hesitant but I nodded. I expected him to stop because nobody wants that responsibility, but he didn't. He pressed his lips to mine sweetly, I was relieved. I didn't feel any pain, that's what I was most worried about. So when I didn't I relaxed a bit, but now I needed him to move. I think Grayson felt the same because he started thrusting in slowly. I could tell that he was holding back, "Please go faster!" I moaned, all bets were off. Grayson started thrusting at such a speed that I thought I was going to explode. My nails clutched onto his back tightly, moans and groans filled the entire room. I felt an unfamiliar sensation in my stomach, like a rubber band that was about to snap. "Y/N!" Grayson groaned, I felt him cum. That in returned caused that rubber band to snap inside of my stomach. I threw my head back into the pillow and I screamed Grayson's name. I didn't doubt that the neighbors were very aware of the events occurring in the house next door. After that was all said and done Grayson and I were laying in his bed. My head was on his chest as I listened to his heart beat starting to go back to normal. "Y/N?" Grayson rasped, "Yeah?" I said looking up at him, he pulled his class ring off of his finger. "Will you wear this?" He asked me, I could tell he was nervous. I couldn't help but smile, "Absolutely!" I said softly.

[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [8/-]

summary: y/n is quick to plot revenge.. but does she get away with it..?

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and smut :)

a/n: i seriously love you

Anonymous said:

Ooohoohohoh I’m excited for her to steal his Rolex haha omg maybe she wears it and doesn’t give him it back when he asks for it OMG u know what would be cute!! if one day she goes snooping in his bedroom and tries on his chain necklace n rings and he walks out the shower n he’s like ummmm ok ily

Anonymous said:

i want y/n to ride gray’s thigh in his office, like he’s just got in still fully in his suite w his gun on his belt and she just walks in and strips 👀👀

Anonymous said:

I have an idea hehe!! WhYi f y/n gets drunk like she f inds alcohol in graysons office or kitchen or something and shes being really bratty but it’s so cute and she’s giving him nose kissies and hugging up and telling him stuff and he’s just listening and loving her

Relaxation.

That's how you'd explain the certain state of euphoria I'm embezzled within. Young love is a treacherous trap that can either end in favor, or be torn to shreds in only mere moments. To feel so passionate and fervently invested in someone you've only ever known and loved is such a thrill, and you could never forget those memories embedded in your mind.

Like right now, laying in bed while the sun's first shine leaks through the window and gleams down upon the two of us, nuzzled under the covers. His leg was wrapped over mine and his arms hung loosely around my hips, sheltering me from ever possibly leaving his grasp. I was the first to wake, but I dared not to move an inch.

The world around me was motionless, so peaceful and calm. Nothing could bother or disrupt the atmosphere around me. Everything felt so perfect, embraced by the one I love and the man I admire. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever unsettle me in this moment.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself...

A darkness warped over my newly sunken eyes, shielding the world around me. I called out his name, but nothing came out. The warmth I once felt upon my body, vanished into the air and seemed like it'd never return. The world became cold and useless, all the positivity and tranquility that once surrounded me was blown away and now, I sit in darkness;

All by myself.

Him.

-

It seemed too early in the morning to be awake at such an hour, but you had crashed shortly after making it back to your room last night. You were so mortified and embarrassed, for all those men to see you so vulnerable and being punished. Though, the crazy inside you kind of liked it, but still, it pushed boundaries.

Initially, you had wanted to sleep in all day, and hopefully never leave your room ever again. Although, today's forecast decided otherwise. A ground shaking rumble of thunder made you awaken and the shoestring lighting bolts strung across the darkened sky had drawn you in. Since you essentially have no concept of time, whatsoever, you had to believe it was early in the morning, unless you really had slept in all day...

It's been presumably an hour or so since you first fluttered your eyes open. By now, you had plotted a sickening revenge to his outrageous acts he had committed only a day ago. Of course, you had created horribly ill plans that even you could never pull off. Such as vandalizing his expensive vehicles or even trashing the entire house. You had even gone as far as to planning an "accidental" fire in the kitchen.

But something inside you had put a halt to those thoughts.

Other than not wanting to be known as a malicious arsonist, you had some sort of pull towards him— but what that pull was, you couldn't figure out. The phrase; " Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me," has been left in your mind ever since the words first left his mouth. You couldn't possibly help but wonder what that even meant. You felt like you've known him from a past life somehow, and that could potentially explain the affection you have towards him. All of that aside, you have to remember that he isn't who your brain morphs him in to be. He's a felon who's abducted you and has pulled you away from society and everything you've ever been a part of.

For some reason, that's hard for you to mentally consider.

Aside from criminalizing yourself too by creating a fire or becoming a vandalizer, the best option is to state your assertiveness and trespass the "laws" that he has forbidden you ro break. Unlike yesterday's escapades of you ruining the dining room table, today you were up for higher anticipated endeavours. You had it all planned out and you knew what you'd do in order to complete your vengeances.

And he's not going to be very happy...

The atmosphere above and around you still rumbles with the loud, crackling thunder and the strikes of lightning flooding certain increments of light through the surrounding windows pave your path to the daunting door. You were still dressed in the white shirt that could barely pass as acceptable in the public eye, and your feet were frozen at the first touch of the wooden floor. You kept on like you have done in the previous times you have left your room for mischievous reasons. You silently open the door, leaving it wide open as you crept out of your assigned room and into the hallway. You knew that the very first place you would go would be the kitchen. No, you aren't creating a fire or any of the sort, but you were going to raid the fridge and have your fill with what it has to offer.

You walk straight past the opening and right into the glorious establishment of cookware, like it was your very own home and you were just up for a midnight snack. In all honesty, you could get used to living here.

If only it weren't forced onto you, that is.

Your fingertips soon collide with the long, frigid handle of the refrigerator door and pull it wide open, marveling at the large display of different beverages and foods strategically set up. Of course, it was mainly veggies and several healthy-looking meal options. Which didn't surprise you whatsoever.

He has a nice physique for a reason...

You couldn't find anything that made your stomach growl with hunger, until you opened up the freezer drawer and spotted a nice looking ice cream container. Still, it looked healthy and it'd make you all the more frozen, but it would manage to subside your aching sweet tooth for now. You pop open the lid and fish around the drawers for a utensil. With a content sigh, you plunge a huge spoonful of the solid liquid and empty it into your mouth, savoring every last flavor like it would be the last time you'd ever eat the sugary treat again. It was delicious, the absolute best ice cream you've ever devoured in the entirety of your life.

You almost ate half the jar until you decided you were parched and needed a nice drink to soothe your throat. Luckily this time you were familiar with where the glasses were kept and already had your hand wrapped around a large wine glass that was a little bit higher up than the rest of the glassware. You set it down quietly, trailing your eyes upon the clean and prim counter.

A tall, fancy upscale bottle of what looked to be whiskey was settled in the corner, nicely organized with the other alcoholic beverages that were of the same importance.

Now, you weren't exactly a "drink-whiskey-out-of-a-wine-glass" type of gal, but as they say; desperate times call for desperate measures— and you were on the search of something to loosen you up a bit, and that was that.

You brought the glass over to where you had stationed your cup, not even flinching when you uncork the liquor and pour its contents out. With improper proportioning of the said liquid, you put the whiskey back how it was.

"Fuck, here we go." You inaudibly groan to yourself, just knowing that you'll regret every decision you've made in the near future. Raising up the plum-full glass, you tip it back into your mouth and down a whole gulp.

Nasty.

It's definitely an acquired taste, but the barely detectable taste of vanilla made it hardly feasible. You dared to not put the glass down until you were finished with it and had that sour taste submitted through your fiery throat.

The least you could say was that it's pretty smooth, but not something you'd drink in your free time.

In your head, you knew you'd feel a bit wonky, considering your nearly empty stomach and your abstinence from alcohol for the last month or so. It'd be easy to feel the side effects and overall feel much better, like you were aiming for.

Once you drained the glass of every last drop, you held your breath and rushed to the sink. The overwhelming want to just regurgitate what you ingested had drawn upon you, but you refrained from doing so. Waiting out the sickly feeling, you run a bit of cold water over your hand and press it against your forehead for a moment. Everything became hot, even with the freezing temperatures, you felt like breaking a sweat.

All just the side effects of alcohol, I'm sure.

Within the passing minutes, the faintness flew away and the sounds of the thunderstorm filled your ears. A large banging of the clouds above frightened you and you knocked over the glass you had just rested your lips on.

You didn't even feel bad about all the shattered pieces on the floor, it actually brought a smile to your face and you were ready to begin the fully planned extravaganza.

First stop; his room.

You skipped back the hallway, still quiet but not as careful as before. You weren't afraid of any consequences and whatever he was going to do to you wouldn't be too harsh. It's not like he's embarrassed you enough already anyway.

You easily find his door, pushing the handle down as slow as possible, just in case he was asleep in his room. His door didn't creak as you opened it, and nor did his floorboards as you walked straight into his marvelous bedroom. It was extravagant, but yet it still felt homely. You check the bed, no sign of him or anyone for the matter. He probably at a meeting, or something.

Not that you care..

You continue your stroll, glancing around his room for anything that could spark your immediate attention, considerably his desk. It held a lot of his more—fashionably inclined belongings. Such as his masculine jewelry and expensive watches. There was even a small, purple ring that reminded you of something you had worn a long time ago. You brush that off, it brings up sore wounds from a time where you were a lot happier and everything was simpler.

I wish I could say that now..

You began to pick up the neatly placed objects, slipping a couple of heavy necklaces around your neck and the large rings upon your fingers. You laugh at the size difference of your hand and how they barely stay on your fingers.

The stationary mirror attached to the desk caught your eyes, and you begin to make funny faces at it. Which sends you into a hushed giggle fest that makes you double over in your seat. Still caught up in your laughter, you take off all of the rings, just leaving a couple on the desk and tossing a few over to his bed. You do the same with the necklaces, except for the two that you threw into one of the drawers.

That’s when your eyes caught the nice watches, stuffed in clear pouches with the brand labeled across them. Rolex is the first you saw, and the first one you picked up. You weren’t thinking clearly. Hence the reason you tore it out of it’s protective packaging and brought it up above your head, throwing it down to the ground and watching the tiny glass fragments splatter everywhere.

It’s not like he can’t buy a new one, right?

Feeling content and a little less frustrated, you left the messy scene and followed your footsteps back into the hallway. He didn't seem to hear you, so the determination to find out his name came across your mind and you became dead set on finding it, so you basically sprinted into his ominous office and delved into his comfy chair without care.

Your motor skills were altered and it seemed to take for ever to lift yourself out of the chair and tap on the computer keyboard for it to wake up. While it began its process of turning on, you led your hand down to the drawers and pulled at them. And that’s when you found the very first locked up thing in this house.

“Care to tell me what you’re doing in here darling?” His alluring voice blasted through your ears and made you leap upward. “It’s not been a day and you’re already back to being a brat?” You couldn’t see what he looked like, but his silhouette looked suited and enticing.

Very enticing, actually...

“M’trying to find out your name, Daddy.” You spoke before you could think, crossing your arms over your chest while your lips form a pout. His body leaves from the doorway, and you’re barely able to see him as he strides over towards you. Suddenly, a light flips on and you’re met with his beautiful frame, a smile daunting his face as he looks down at your innocence.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” He moves closer, wrapping his hand under your chin while his other has his blazer hung on his finger and thrown towards his back. He looks cute in a smile, until it forms into a confused frown.

“Have you been drinking, Y/N?” Your eyes widen and you quickly nod. You knew you’d be in trouble with him anyway, so might as well be honest now. “I c-couldn’t sleep and I- I just wanted a sip of somethin’.” You shrug, looking downward as you give him an okayish explanation.

“You know what helps me sleep?” He lets your chin go, dropping his jacket and beginning to roll up his dress-shirt’s sleeves. You shake your head, chewing your bottom lip as you take in his appearance. “A nice cocksucking does.” Thunder crackles loudly outside as his husky voice deepens and makes a cool wind run down your spine.

“Then let me help you..” You wrap your arms around his neck, twisting him around and forcefully pushing him down in the chair you were once sitting in. You were about to fall to your knees to “help” him, but he pulls your hips towards him and sets you on his lap. You replace your hands around his neck, sinking your fingertips into his hair and massaging the silky softness of it. He sweetly sighs, readjusting the leg you were sat upon.

And that’s when you feel the sensation you’ve been craving for however long you’ve been here.. you think..

“M’hm, do that again..” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He actually obliges, his brows furrowed as he watches your face contort. “Like riding my thigh, huh?” He asks as he placed his large hands around your waist. You nod, moving your hips in the same direction. You eyes shut, your head falling back a little as you smoothly move against his muscled thigh.

It felt so good, everything felt so good actually. He somehow looked so much more attractive, the beard dotting his face and his hair styled nicely. Even what he was wearing had you wanting more.

You open your eyes for a moment, watching his pleased expression as he watches you needingly thrust yourself upon his warm, clothed thigh. He even steadily lifted his knee in the correct places, aiding in the pleasure that him alone could bring you. Your eyesight seemed foggy but visible enough to see the gun at his waist side, and you almost froze when you saw it. Even in your intoxicated state of mind, you knew that just the weapon could possibly help you escape and make it back to your own home.

You didn't think it through thoroughly..

You lean in, your lips next to his ear as you practically collapse upon him, though your movements to further yourself towards releasing didn't halt. You slipped your left hand down to his waist band, sensually gliding it over his tented groin. He shutters under your touch, clearing his throat as his heads falls back slightly. As quick as your body would let you, you grab for the handle of the gun and raise it up towards his forehead, stopping all your movements and gaining his attention.

"Y/N—" He starts, gliding his hands up your bare thighs.

"Don't fucking move, or I'll— I'll shoot you." You sounded clear as day in your head, but your words became slurred as they left your mouth, and he smirked at your innocence. Just as quickly as you pulled the gun, he took it away.

He grabbed the barrel and snatched it from your grip, placing it back into its holster at his side. You yelp as he grabs your wrists, twisting them around your back and slamming you into the table with an evil chuckle. "Better keep those hands pretty little hands to yourself, princess. You're too innocent to commit murder anyway." He continues his hoarse chuckles, licking a stripe up his hand before striking your slick pussy. "D-Ahh!" You hiccup, pressing your legs as close together as you can.

“Better fuckin’ pray that you can walk tomorrow, darling...”

to be continued...

[voiidbarnes]

the new years kiss - e.d.

WORD COUNT - 861

“Babe, I’m home!”

I look over at the front door from the living room couch to find my boyfriend of three years lugging his suitcase from Australia through the door.  

“Oh my God, you’re home early!”, I squeal and jump over the coffee table, rushing over to his six-foot self.  “I thought you were going to stay in Aussie for another day with Kyle and Gray?”

He smiles down at me when I wrap my arms around his torso, barely able to wrap them all the way.  “It’s New Year’s, babe.  I wasn’t going to miss spending it with you for the world.”

“I love you so much,” I sigh happily and press a kiss to his cheek.  “I missed you so much.”

“Love you more princess, and I’m pretty sure I missed you more.  I have your pillow in my other suitcase,” he chuckles.  He always loved the natural smell of me and couldn’t go to sleep without it.  Thus, E took my pillow before boarding his plane to Australia.

I giggle as he moves his suitcase into the closet in the hallway and closes the door.  “Do you want me to make you mac and cheese?”

He groans and kisses me on the forehead.  “I missed your food, Gray’s tastes like shit compared to yours.”

I shake my head and chuckle as I head to the kitchen, E trailing behind me.  He watches me take out the ingredients out of the fridge and wraps his arms around my waist as I prepare the vegan cheese.

“Need any help with that, babe?”, he asks as he buries his face in my neck. 

I smile and look over my shoulder at him.  “Now that I think about it, can you take down the Christmas decorations?  The Christmas lights are still all over the living room walls and the tree is still up.”

Ethan whines as he shakes his head.  “But I love your decorations, they make me feel like home.  Plus, nobody else lives here- we don’t have to take them down till January.”

“Tonight’s January, babe.”

He chuckles and squeezes my hip.  “You know what I mean, can we leave them up?  Please, bubba?”

I chuckle as I put the cheese in a glass bowl.  “Alright, alright.  Can you wash the dishes and set up the table, then?”, I ask as I put a piece of cheese in his mouth.

“That,” he begins as he chews on the cheese and sticks his tongue out at me.  “I can do.”

I lift my head from his chest and look at the red alarm clock on my nightstand. 

11:58 PM.  

I sigh in content as I run my fingers through E’s hair and chuckle.  We both fell asleep to Rick and Morty quietly playing on the T.V.  after dinner around seven.  We acted like one of those cute old married couples in movies, and I wouldn’t trade him for anybody else.  

“Bubba,” I whisper into the dark living room.  “Bubba, it’s almost midnight.  I love you and all but the New Year’s kiss is our tradition.”

He chuckles quietly, his raspy-sleepy voice never fails to send chills down my spine.  “Five more minutes…”

“It’s 11:59 right now, E.  If I gave you five more minutes, you would miss the ball drop,”  I say as I get up to grab the remote.  

Ethan whines and pulls me tighter against his warm chest.  “Nooooo, don’t leave me.”

Jetlag always made him into a big human teddy bear and this time it was no different.  He sniffs my hair gently, taking in my scent and I slowly try to grab the remote on the coffee table with my foot.  I succeed, surprisingly, and I grabbed it with my hand. 

Turning on the channel that displays the ball drop in Times Square, I grin as I see a bright timer displaying “FIFTEEN [15] SECONDS,” on the big screen.

E stirs in his sleep and I notice him opening one eye, looking at the T.V.  

“It’s almost time babe!”, I whisper excitedly.  “Look at the people chanting!”

“You’re so cute when you get excited about these things.  I love everything about you babe,” he chuckles and buries his head into my neck.  “I promise I’m going to marry you someday.  And we’ll start a family, move away from the big city, and have one of those cute houses in the suburbs.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I start to dream about our life together.  

Shoving me out of my thoughts, the sound of people screaming startles me. 

“THREE….”

Ethan kisses my forehead and I feel him smiling against it.

“TWO….”

His lips touch with my cheek.

“ONE….”

He kisses my nose.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

I pull his hoodie down and connect our lips together in a gentle and sweet kiss.  

When we pull away, he studies my face for a second and I see something flicker in his eyes.  There full with an emotion I can’t put into words.

Ethan takes a deep breath before opening his mouth.  “And I want that day to be today.  I love you so fucking much.  Will you do me the honor and marry me?”