Always You Pt. 2 // G.D.

Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late posting, my midterm took longer than expected. I hope ya’ll enjoy though! Like always, feedback is welcome and requests are open!

Warnings: swearing & smut… like, they frickle frackle


Cameron’s surprise party goes off without a hitch. Your cake turns out great, no one ruins the surprise before its time, and surprisingly, neither of the twins blow themselves up while setting off fireworks. Everything seems perfect, you smile, and take goofy pictures with Cam, and gossip with Lisa in the kitchen when you get tired of socializing. Once you return to your room for the night, however, you fall apart. You barely make it two steps into the room before you’re sobbing, heaving breaths struggling to leave your lungs. You wash your face, and brush your teeth, and change into your pajamas all while still weeping. The last time you cried like this was when you were fourteen and your nanna died. You feel like someone has died, possibly you.

You cry yourself to sleep, and when you are woken up at four in the morning by someone crawling into your bed, you still have wet tracks staining your face.

Grayson’s arms tighten around you before you even have time to move. You know it’s him because he smells like the fancy soap you had bought him from Lush on a whim. You don’t say a word, you’re afraid that if you do he’ll leave, or you’ll wake up for real and he won’t be there at all.

Grayson breathes in deep. His breath rattles on the exhale. “I know I said I couldn’t do this anymore, but I just need you one more time. Please. I just,” you feel his voice hitch more than you hear it, “I just need to say goodbye.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a blurb/fic where y/n and the twins are hanging out and she is dating one of them, and she is sitting infront of him with her back to his chest. They are sitting across from the other twin and her bf shoves his hand down her pants and starts playing with her. her bf is an asshole and is teasing his brother and making his girl nut. his twin jerking to it.

idk if im gonna add the other twin jerking to it bc it’s difficult to write and I’m a MESS. but I’m gonna give it a goooo :)

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“Finally we get to fucking rest. I swear man.” Ethan sighed with relief as he plopped down next to you and your boyfriend. Grayson lay outstretched on the corner sofa, his legs spread enough to envelop his angel’s petite frame in his own.

You reached down the side before fully settling, throwing a blanket at E and grabbing one for yourselves, careful not to knock over the bowls of popcorn between.

“Hocus Pocus or Monster House?” Ethan bellowed, flicking through the endless Halloween movies on Netflix, clearly in the mood to watch a kiddie one.

“Do we really have to watch those? Why not something more scary?” You retorted at his childish choices, desperate for a fix of Chucky or Friday the 13th.

“Y/N, you know how I get with those kinda movies.” Ethan replied, making yourself and Grayson crack up into laughter.

“C’mon bro. At least meet in the middle huh?”

“Ugh fuck you…” “Coraline?” He suggested with a nervous wince, seemingly hoping you didn’t pick that because even that was a stretch for Ethan.

“Yeah I love that movie.”

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The movie was only 10 minutes in before you began readjusting your laying position to face downwards on Gray’s muscular yet warm and cosy chest. You had been so horny all day, for at least 4 days actually because the boys were away with a project, meaning you didn’t get any dick in that time, when you and Grayson certainly had a vivid sex life usually. You kept squirming at the sensation in your underwear, the lace material only adding to the prominent friction between your legs.

“Yo babe you good?” A nervous looking Grayson hoisted you up to his chest a little more, so he could see what the deal was, eyebrows furrowing at your discomfort.

“Mm. I’m just so fucking horny babe. Four days without your cock, let alone your touch. I’m losing my shit over here.” You whispered lowly, right into his ear so the older twin wouldn’t get hold of the information.

“Ohhhhhh.” It made sense to him immediately, his cheeks blushing at the slight embarrassment. “I’ll help you with that. Just be fucking quiet.”

“Yo guys what the fuck I’m tryna watch the movie. You wanted to watch this piece of shit.” Ethan chipped in, angry at the fact he was made to watch a movie he didn’t wanna watch, yet you guys weren’t even paying attention.

You and Gray rolled your eyes together at Ethan’s yet again childlish behaviour, snuggling back into eachothers warmth immediately, blanket tucked neatly around your flushed faces.

The feeling of Grayson’s cold hands creeping into your sweatpants gave you such a shock, a small jolt attacked your body, luckily Ethan not noticing this time. “Sorry babe. Warm me up with that heat. Mmm.” You giggled at his wording as he guided his hand towards the lace texture, pulling it to the side with his thumb and forefinger, desperate to please his babygirl. He began to rub large yet slow circles on your clit with his icy finger, the coldness providing you with a certain ecstasy, your pussy already contracting small waves at the pleasure you felt. Your breathing picked up hugely, sighs and slight moans coming out, thankfully the sound of Coraline however overriding the chokes spilling from your slack jaw.

You writhed around on top of Gray slightly, emitting a groan from him, as his circling digit moved towards your pussy. “You want me in your pussy as well as your sweet little clit, kitten?”. Your head nodding abruptly. “I gotchu.”

Two fingers in your dripping pussy, soaking your joggers right through, even Gray’s jeans changing shade due to your arousal, a thumb still rubbing your clit, more furiously now. Grayson was desperate to make you cum, all over his fingers, so he could taste your cum for the first time in days. You never went this long before, twice a day being the bare minimum. You couldn’t keep your filthy hands off eachother at any time of day.

Your frame became tired at the energy being vacuumed away by Grayson’s hand movements, your pussy feeling incredibly overstimulated already due to its lack of action. “Gray i-i’ma cum babe” you shook with the movement of his fingers thrusting between your thick thighs, his favourite part, covered lustful friction burn from his slight scruff.

Grayson fucking loved fingering you spontaneously, eating your pussy day and night and watching you take his dick like his slut. His angel. His babygirl. His future wife. He loved every single bone in your body and always made sure to show it by providing you with all you wanted and needed, whether it be gently making love with alluring kisses, teddy bear cuddles when you felt like the world was totally against you or just simply being there, a presence in your life. He absolutely adored you. Body, soul, mind and spirit. Every single element you harboured, was what he wanted.

“Let go, baby. Cum for me.” A rush of liquid shot with power from your entrance, moans doing the same from your other. “Fuck, Gray. Oh my god.” “Fuck.” “Uhhh shit.” You both came down from the ecstatic heights, sloppy kiss filled dirty laughs at the naughtiness of what you’d just done. The whole world felt tuned out at that moment. It was just you two, totally wrapped in eachothers vulnerabilities. Or so you thought.

“Uh guys i am here you know?”

You craned from his chest to look up to Grayson’s face, deer in headlights, the two of you. His hands slipped out the cotton material, whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Oh. Hey.”

“Y/N you’re so fucking bad at keeping quiet you know that? I literally witnessed the whole thing. You’re literally so dumb. I’m right here on this SAME sofa for Christ’s sake!” He tutted his tongue, hand flying over his face in shame.

You collapsed back down on Gray’s chest, burrowing yourself in the fleece blanket you shared. Meanwhile Grayson pulling his hand from you, bringing his wet, cum soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and savouring every last bit of your taste. The best taste in the world, to him.

“I literally don’t wanna take my hands off my face bc I heard sucking noises and I don’t know what you guys could be doing now.”

“It’s fine E I promise.” Grayson said, cheekiness laced in his gruffness. As soon as Ethan peeked through his fingers, investigating the situation, grayson threw his own back in his mouth to show off and disgust his older brother even more.

“UHHH GRAYSON YOU’RE FUCKING DISGUSTING. I’m moving out” With that Ethan stormed off with his quilt, leaving you both in fits of laughter at his ever present extraness.

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Idk what this is im so sorry hahahahaha it kinda flipped oop

Puck Me [E.D]

Puck You [Grayson’s Version]

Summary: Ethan was a popular hockey player at your school. After you get ditched at one of his games, he offers a ride to his place, where something you least expect happens.

Words: 4.4k

Warning: Smut, hockey!ethan 😍

A/N: The Walls by Chase Atlantic IS THIS SHITS SONG. I’ve spent too much time on this and I still think it sucks but hopefully its readable! DEDICATED TO MY ETHAN GIRLS (BC IT AINT ME) ITS WHAT U DESERVE ✨✨


“You’re a piece of shit, Ethan Dolan.”

You pressed your lips tightly together when you heard your friend, Felicity, make a scene in front of everyone. Why? Because she had just gotten rejected by the captain of the hockey team directly after one of his games - a game that she had forced you to come to, simply for this reason.

After telling that to Ethan in such an evil way, who by the way seemed to only try to be nice and say that no, he wasn’t interested, she stalked off.

When you turned to try and leave out of the crowd to follow your ride home, you were unaware of the eyes on you.

Ethan found you through the entire crowd almost immediately, and kept his attention on you as you slowly disappeared. His eyes softened and his throat clogged up, because that was the weird thing he felt whenever you were in the same room as him.

He had to be brought back to reality by one of his teammates, who was laughing at what just happened with Felicity. And once Ethan let out a fake smile and went to try and find you again, you were gone.

It had been raining a lot after the hockey game, and you practically being a loner, didn’t have many friends besides the one girl that asked you to come. So after walking for quite a few blocks, there you stood, trying to cover yourself up from the wind and the rain while keeping your steps forward, even as the wind nearly blew you away.

Then, Ethan Dolan himself appeared.

He was popular, way more popular than you and Felicity combined. He was often a flirt, not with you though, so it was weird for him to be nice and offer a ride. It was a different thing to see.

You took his offer, seeing as you’d probably die if you continued your lengthy walk home - and sat in Ethan’s truck quietly. He didn’t speak much, simply blasted his music and the heaters for you before starting the journey to his house, where he offered even more help since it was much closer and the rain was too dangerous to be driving in at the moment.

“Game was nice,” you had decided to say at some point out of pure braveness.

Ethan raised a brow and turned to quickly glance at you, not expecting to have you speak to him. "Friendly game.”

“Congrats,” You said anyway. Ethan didn’t respond then, instead silently making a turn. “When did you get hurt?” You asked when you noticed the bruises on his hands, more specifically on his knuckles as they tightened around the steering wheel. They were beet red, forming into purple, with slight cuts here and there. A part of you wanted to lean in and hold them.

“Practice.”

“Oh.” Weird.

Not much of a talker, it seemed. You were conflicted, seeing him laughing and being weird around all of his friends and his twin brother 24/7 during school hours. That’s why he was so well-known, also because he was captain and was incredibly attractive nonetheless. You weren’t even much of a talker either, but it was better than the awkward silence unfolding and would continue on if you were going to stay over. You sort of wanted to know why he’d done this for someone like you; someone out of his league and far away from his clique.

You were at a red light near his neighborhood when he finally spoke again. You were completely unaware of how nervous he actually was, but he was Ethan; he hid it all too well.

“Hey you’re… you’re friends with that Felicity girl, right?”

You averted your eyes, remembering the scene she made when he rejected her right outside of the rink with his teammates surrounding him. It was cringe-worthy and you felt sorry for him. You could tell he was trying to be nice and at least he was honest instead of leading her on and breaking her heart later on. “I guess. Why?”

Ethan made a face that was like a half smirk, his high cheekbones showing. “Nothing, just wondering.”

You got to his house before you could question him, and that was that.

Okay…

He let you in after you both ran, then he let you dry off, and your heart leaped when he disappeared for a bit to go and lend you his yellow and black jersey. It felt warm, soft, and looked large enough to fit you as a dress.

“Your jersey?” You asked, confused.

Ethan shrugged, unfazed. “Yeah… it’s not sweaty or anything, I just washed it. Thought you’d like to change.”

You giggled, blushing at the fact that he probably could have gone for a regular white t-shirt. Nope, he went for his famous jersey. “Good to know…” You didn’t tear your eyes away from him, and he didn’t either. His gaze was killing you, he was making you melt right on the spot, and it didn’t help the fact that he was wearing black basketball shorts, and a tight Nike shirt to showcase his muscles and large hands.

“Bathroom’s right over there,” he simply stated, like he didn’t care anymore, and pointed to the door.

Nodding, you went over and changed out of your wet clothes.

The jersey went down to mid-thigh, and it smelled just like him. You couldn’t deny the fact that you liked Ethan, maybe a little, but you didn’t say anything due to Felicity. Now you were at his house after he rejected her? Crazy.

“Um…” You stepped out, and when Ethan turned from the fridge, he nearly dropped his Gatorade bottle at the sight.

It took a while for him to get back to reality, going to scratch the back of his head. “Right, shit, sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? Totally flew by me.”

“It’s fine… comfy actually with no pants on,” you said, lifting the jersey up a bit, unaware of Ethan getting turned on when he caught a glimpse of your pink lace panties and the curve of your hipbone. He let out a breath, lips parting when he saw the way your long smooth legs went on for miles, suddenly thinking about them being wrapped around his shoulders as he–

“Looks good on you,” Ethan complimented, voice deep and husky.

Shit, you thought. “Thanks…”

He pried his eyes away before you could notice anything in his eyes, and then you stepped forward like nothing. You sat down on the couch, while Ethan tried to stop a hard-on from happening when you put your legs up to showcase your thighs and a part of your ass. You were so petite, innocent.

Ethan went for the cup of hot coco that he had been making for you and went to hand it to you, sitting down next to you and turning the television on. Your heart softened when you sipped on the hot coco, both of you watching the tv in silence up until you had to place your cup down and ask him something.

“Why did you ask about Felicity? Did you actually want to say yes to her? Because it’s cool if you did.”

Ethan furrowed his perfect brows. “Yeah. I mean, no.” He sighed. “Yes, I meant to say no, but…” His gaze went to yours, and even though it made your palms sweaty, you were so oblivious. Ethan wasn’t good at this, he was only good at sex. "Why were you even there?“

"Excuse me?”

“You’re not the type to, or at least I didn’t think you were…”

You looked at him for a few seconds. “You don’t even know my name, Ethan Dolan.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he said without missing a beat, causing you to snap your neck back in his direction. “Yeah, I know you. I know that you sit all the way at the front in my Spanish class, I know that you’re one of the top students in our grade, I know that Felicity dragged your ass to my game because I never see you there. I know that she ditched you because of me.”

You froze at his words, heart swelling as you took a moment to look at his lips.

“I know that you like to keep to yourself because you constantly have your headphones in during lunch. I know that you got your appendix removed a little before we hit 8th grade, which is why you didn’t do your tests or came to Talia’s party.” He took a pause - his eyes never leaving yours - letting out a chuckle next that made you shiver. “I know that I punched the fuck out of my teammate in the locker rooms for constatly talking about fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly, goose bumps arising all over your arms. “You got suspended…” You remembered, now looking down at his bruised knuckles that made a whole lot more sense than him frustratingly punching the ice on the rink or something during ‘practice’.

“Oh yeah, he didn’t stop even when I came back. Kept testing me.”

You were speechless, your heart going absolutely crazy that you were so sure it was about to leap out of your chest from what you were hearing.

“I didn’t enjoy him talking about you like that, because I didn’t want to fucking picture it.”

Ethan was sitting forward now, his elbows on his knees, and a pissed off look on his face.

“And you in my jersey is just…” he let out a dry chuckle, sitting back and rubbing his thighs. You looked down and noticed the tattoos on him, suddenly growing aroused at the thought of straddling them. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Before you could question him and his weird behaviors yet again, he went in as close as he could to be able to kiss you, hard. It was a rough kiss, yet his lips were softer than ever. They were plump, full, and you happily kissed back with your hands automatically going up to run through his soft dark hair. He was an incredible kisser, easily slipping his tongue in to dominate yours, the tiny bits of facial hair scraping against your skin when he went to grip you and move you to straddle his lap.

There, he continued on with his heavy kissing, pulling you as close as possible with his hands on your hips, wrapping his arms easily around your entire waist.

Once you subconsciously moved your crotch against his, his hands cautiously headed down until they were placed on your round ass. His palms were smooth running over the soft skin of your cheeks, getting a good feel of them and loving how well you fit in his hands. He squeezed both when one of your own hands was placed on his thigh, taking the second to pull away.

“You ever done this before?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yeah…” You not-so-innocently stated, looking at him and rubbing at his lip with the tip of your finger. “Don’t stop.”

Ethan didn’t expect that, but it only made him grow harder beneath you. “Fuck.”

He leaned forward to smash his lips again with yours, already missing the feeling, and then proceeded to help you grind down a little harder on his dick so that you could feel him through the clothes separating you two. He stood to his feet with you in his arms right away due to him being impatient, easily carrying your body without losing contact of your lips and heading towards his bedroom as best as his memory could help him. You had placed your hands on his cheeks, fingers grazing his famous jawline that all the girls drooled over, as well as the tiny bits of hair adorning his features. You kissed him like your life depended on it, holding onto him as his warm, large body engulfed yours like they were both perfect for one another.

You let out a tiny squeal when he practically threw you onto his bed, though. Your body hopped a bit against the mattress, and you could’ve sworn you saw Ethan’s light eyes turn much darker when he saw you there, ready for you to take him. You left your legs wide open, your pink panties showing him the wet patch on you - which drove him wild. He shook his head lightly to himself and then reached back to the neck of his shirt, slipping the entire thing off of him.

You’d heard the stories, a lot of different stories about this boy, but at that moment you didn’t care. His body was everything you loved in a man, beautiful skin, hard abdomen, wide shoulders. You nearly moaned at the thought of his hands and back muscles.

Before you knew it, Ethan had gone back down to press his chest against yours, giving you a peck on the lips before biting down on your bottom lip and latching onto it before letting it go and moving down to your neck. His hands held onto your waist that still had his jersey on, lifting it up only to gain access to your panties.

You lightly moaned when he used his teeth to help you get rid of the thin lace, slowly pulling them down until you lifted your lower body up to help him move them over your bum. Ethan managed to get them down smoothly, thinking he was able to get them off from your ankle, but when he finally caught sight of your most sensitive, wet spot and your full ass, he knew that you were going to be the end of him. He was going to destroy you.

You thought he’d remove the jersey soon after too, but you didn’t know how much of a fucking sight that was for him.

“Ethan,” you dragged his name along when he was already diving into your pussy unexpectedly, his mouth lapping at it and tasting its sweetness. He was gripping the back of your thighs to keep your legs high up to face his ceiling and keep them open for his better access, devouring you and using his tongue to his advantage. “Ethan,” you said once again, arching your back and shaking with the way his mouth felt on you, your toes curling so much it was starting to hurt already.

His eyes met yours as he let his tongue move around, gliding gently against your wet folds before doing quick circles against your entrance. He even went down to your ass for a moment, making sure to mark his territory everywhere. His saliva mixing in with your heavy arousal. He was loving it, and it showed when he closed his eyes in satisfaction, grinding his tongue to capture every part of your arousal and also to tease you by sucking on your clit.

“God, princess, you taste so fucking good,” he pulled away to say in a raspy tone, not letting his sudden speaking ruin anything seeing as he let his fingertips rub your swollen clit while he was occupied.

He then spat on you and continued to use his heavenly tongue, laying it flat and sucking on your juices, his stubble tickling you enough to make you let out a slight giggle with a whimper, making him grow harder and harder in his shorts at the sound and the fact that he had you like this. You could already see the obvious bulge on him, yet could only focus so much on it until you felt the pit of your stomach clench with full desire.

You let a high moan out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm took its toll, and you were closing your thighs around his head, clutching tightly onto his hair seeing as you needed something to hold onto. Ethan, however, continued to eat you out even as you came and finished coming, pulling you closer to him so that he could grind you on his face to get your wetness go all over his mouth and chin.

Eventually, he managed to stop himself, swallowing every last drip you gave him, even if you continued to let out more. You made a sound just as he gently hit your ass, moving to sit on the bed beside you before easily handling your tinier body to make you sit, where he rubbed your clean shaven legs. “Come here and ride.”

Trying to regain your breathing, you moved to straddle his legs. You gasped when he let his hand hit your ass yet again, a bit harder, and he smirked, going to kiss under your earlobe before whispering; “Ride my thigh, kitten. This is all for you.”

With that nickname alone, he could ask you to do anything. You now moved to only straddle one of his thick tan thighs. The one with the tattoos.

He placed his arms back for leverage and to watch you better, letting you go ahead and move as you slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh.

Your clit brushed against his skin, the bits of his hair prickling at you, but you didn’t mind it. It felt good, and so you moved quicker, your wetness spreading against his tattoos and making his skin glisten.

Even as you were the only one moving, the only one truly pleasuring yourself, you could tell how much it was turning Ethan on and how much he enjoyed it. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of you, his dick twitching with want, just wanting to be inside of you already - yet this was something he loved to do. He loved to torture himself, because once he felt how tight your pussy was wrapped all around his thick cock, he’d feel like he’s in pure fucking heaven.

When you had to stop the grinding of your hips due to feeling sensitive, he said, “No, no, keep going. Until you come again.”

You nodded and lifted his jersey from your hips so that he could watch them move quicker. You slowly fell apart but continued until the wave of pleasure hit you once again, moaning Ethan’s name when he tapped his foot at a fast pace to help brush his thigh against you.

Yes.” With your next orgasm coming, you couldn’t help but grip his dick right through his shorts, palming him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt you grind your hand against his cock and your pussy against his thigh. You lifted his jersey farther up so that your perky tits were fully exposed to him, biting down on the hem of the shirt to keep it held up.

Ethan moaned and licked his lips at seeing your tits slightly bounce, going to softly bite onto one nipple, his eyes meeting yours just the same way as he was when eating you.

You then leaned in to give Ethan a deep kiss before you felt yourself being moved again. This time, he was fully lying down on his back on the bed, but he was turning your body around so that you could fully straddle him - backwards - in reverse cowgirl.

Making a tiny sound, you helped him remove his shorts and immediately gripped his long cock when he kicked them off his ankles. Ethan hissed as you spread his precum with the pad of your thumb and already guided the tip towards your entrance, quietly begging for more when his entire length wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Please, please…” Maybe you were begging because you knew he was the one in control, so you went slow.

“All the way inside, baby,” he said to you in whispers, gripping your ass and spanking it as hard as ever. “Fuck that dick.” That alone caused you to stop for a second and squeal as you managed to get him all the way inside, moving to fuck him with your head off to the side to be able to see him through the corner of your eyes a bit. “Such a good fucking girl.”

At first, you were gentle with the rocking of your hips, flicking them in such a way that was pure amazement to Ethan. He had to flare his nostrils to keep his moans in, perfectly aligned brows knitting together.

Faster.”

You moaned and started moving faster, as told, loving the wet sounds you two were causing. Ethan stretched you out on every single grind, maybe a little more after every time and it was delicious. “Like that?” you asked, leaning forward to rest your forearms on the bed so that you could twerk against his dick.

“Just like that,” he breathed out, sitting up slightly on his elbows to watch the way your ass bounced and slapped against his thighs. “All the way up, go all the way up.” You obeyed and lifted your hips all the way up until only the head of his cock was inside of you, nearly slipping out. Then, you sank back down, taking it all back in with a sharp gasp. “Again, all the way up…” You could hear the torture in his voice, and how he was most likely stopping himself from flipping you both around to fuck you as hard as he could.

You repeated the action, and he decided to then take control and keep your hips steady before ramming up into you at a quick pace. You let out a small scream as you felt Ethan reach the farthest depths of you, his cock feeling so incredibly good.

You started to get lost in the pleasure and had to stop him by putting your hand on one of his knees so that he could pull him out of you as you shook tremendously when a third orgasm came, instead going to grind against his balls. Ethan only laughed behind you and gripped his cock, jerking it a bit with his bruised fist while his fingers easily glided up to spread out your wet pussy. Just the sight of it alone would’ve made him cum, yet he also wanted to eat you out for a second time.

There was so much he wanted to do, but he knew you probably wouldn’t be able to take that much.

Once it was clear to him that you were finished, he brought you back to the bed where you were both now lying down on your side. You lifted Ethan’s silky jersey up, sweaty yet with no desire to take it off, and he gripped a boob to knead it in his hand, going to kiss your shoulder.

You turned your head around to be able to kiss him, full tongue, and then lifted a leg up so that he could get the message of you wanting him again. Ethan gripped himself first and started to slap his cock against your clit, making you gasp with the amount of orgasms you’d already gotten.

“Ethan… oh!” You got caught off guard when he swiftly pressed his tip inside of you, groaning, up until he was fully tucked inside, loving the way you immediately tightened around him, only making it harder for him to hold his only orgasm back. You bit hard down on your lip, hand going down to feel up his tight balls as he thrusted heavenly slow with a hand wrapped around your thigh to keep your leg up.

It only lasted so long before he started snapping his hips a little quicker.

Ethan was fucking you sideways, moving you slightly after a moment to make sure your legs were stuck together before wrapping an arm around your knees and placing his free hand on your asscheek before drilling into you. He practically had you curled up in a ball, fucking you as hard as he could in that position. His thick length was stroking your g-spot, your clenching walls hugging every inch and protruding vein on him.

You even started to tear up a little, each and every one of your limbs stiffening up. “That’s so good…”

Ethan dug his nails into your skin, before completely moving all over again, nearly making you dizzy. He got up and left you limp and sweaty on the bed, but before you knew it, he dragged you over to the end of the bed by your shaky legs, making sure you were on your hands and knees before starting to fuck you again.

“This fucking pussy…” Ethan breathed out, gripping your hips and lifting the lower half of your body up to meet his hard thrusts.

You screamed when he fucked you into the mattress from behind, causing you to knit your brows and let out the rest of the screams against the bed sheets, going to grip a pillow instead to bite into it.

“Look at me.” Ethan had no mercy as he was pulling on your hair next, making sure you were making direct eye contact with him while he kept his sweet thrusts going. He was panting behind you, clenching and unclenching his jaw every time your pussy got tighter, driving him crazy.

He used his free hand to draw foreign circles against your other hole before he pulled out, held his breath, and ejaculated all over your ass with a groan. You sighed and smiled once you felt every drip on your skin before he went back to making sure you had one final orgasm. He placed his fingers on your pussy and quickly rubbed at it, his wrist somehow being able to flick faster and faster.

“Oh God… Ethan!” You screamed as your thighs shook and he sent you into oblivion once more, pulling away from you to suck on his wet fingers like you were frosting.

After helping you clean up, he lied down with you on his bed, both of you still trying to catch your breath. You cuddled up next to him, and got comfy, just as your phone let out a ding when Ethan decided to go for it back in the living room.

Felicity: Hey sorry I left you at the game, it was so shitty of me. Ethan’s still an ass. Are you okay?

Ethan looked down at you starting to sleep soundly against his chest, his heart melting yet a small smirk forming as he typed away.

Y/N: More than okay.

morning views (e.d.)

***Warnings: None

~MASTERLIST~

“Baby. Babe, you gotta wake up. Come on, let’s see those pretty eyes.”

Squeezing your already closed eyes, you flipped onto your stomach to bury your face in the pillow as your brain began to bring your body back to full consciousness. The familiar sounds of an early Friday morning poured into your ears as your boyfriend began gently rocking your stiff body.

“You hit snooze in your sleep again. You’re lucky your loud ass alarm woke me up so I could stop you from oversleeping.” 

E,” you groaned, your voice being muffled by the pillow.

“Yes, love?”

You nearly fell back asleep as Ethan’s long fingers pushed the hair that had fallen to the sides of your face back and over your shoulder, twisting a couple strands between his digits as he did so.

Finally opening your eyes, you turned your head and allowed your tired, blurry vision to focus on the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on. He was propped up on his right elbow, greeting you with a small and sleepy smile. His lower half was still tangled in the sheets up to the hem of his boxers, leaving his naked upper body on full display. Turning onto your left side to face him and get a better look, your sleep-heavy right arm extended in front of you to sweep the messy strands of bedhead away from his eyes. Ethan watched your eyes intently as they followed your movements. You dropped your hand to his jaw, your thumb automatically grazing over your favorite amount of stubble. Tracing his jaw down to his chin, your eyes locked on those full, flushed lips. As if on cue, his tongue poked out and licked the soft skin. They were so… velvety. Your thumb was drawn to them like a magnet, outlining their rounded shape.

“I love you,” you whispered as the pad of your thumb lightly stroked the plump skin of his bottom lip. 

A low and breathy chuckle slipped from Ethan’s lips as the corners of his mouth turned upwards, flashing you his bright, toothy smile. Your favorite sound followed by your favorite sight. His little laughs sent shivers down your spine and his beautiful smile made your heart leap. You wished he wouldn’t be so overcritical of his bright smile. 

“You love me, huh?” He sighed, lips pulling together in a teasing smirk. Goosebumps dotted your skin at the barely there feeling of his hand gliding down your side, palm landing on your hip. His fingertips softly dug into the swell, his thumb caressing your skin and allowing the faint scrape of his nail.

“Mmm,” you hummed in response as your eyes fluttered closed. 

The deduction of your vision gave rise to the heightened ability of your remaining senses. Suddenly, every touch receptor in your body was notifying you of the presence of Ethan’s hand lovingly kneading at the curved softness of your hip. Your ears centered on the barely audible, continuous cycle of his slow and deep breathing. The faint and worn smell of his woodsy cologne still lingered on his hot skin. The bed shifted slightly where Ethan was laying as you sensed him leaning forward, planting kisses on each of your closed eyelids and one on the tip of your nose. Scrunching your face with a smile, you slowly opened your eyes immediately noticing just how close Ethan’s face was to yours. You could make out every shade in the melting pot of color within his irises and count each of his long, black eyelashes. The same playful smirk was plastered on his face as he whispered his response in a gravely tone, his palm adding more pressure behind the squeezing of your hip.

“Well baby, that’s quite the relief to hear, considering I love you as well. Maybe we should date.”

“Maybe,” you giggled, once again bringing a hand up to his hair, your fingers softly digging into his thick, dark locks. Ethan’s eyes closed as a quiet, innocent groan rumbled in his throat. A similar smirk played on your own lips as you continued your taunting: “Or maybe not.”

Without missing a beat and with eyes still closed, Ethan’s hands firmly grasped your sides, easily hauling you forward, emitting a squeal from your lips. He guided you on top of him in a straddling position, the palms of your hands flying to his chest in order to keep your balance.

Immediately, you bent down to press your lips to his in a brief kiss before placing the left side of your head on his right collarbone. Your arms snaked easily around his neck, hands instantly twirling and playing with the puffs of hair on the nape of his neck. Your eyes closed as well as you listened to his steady pulse and focused on the light scratches his nails were giving your back. These sweet morning moments were few and far between, but you wished they happened everyday. With Ethan’s career and your college schedule combined, many times one of you would be gone before the other even woke up. Today, however, Ethan had the entire day off, but you still had class. You were seriously considering playing hooky for the day, but you knew Ethan wouldn’t allow it. Especially considering the struggles you’ve been known to have in certain subjects. His voice brought you back to reality the moment he noticed you beginning to slowly drift to sleep again.

“C’mon sweetheart,” he mumbled into your hair. “You gotta get to class.”

The whiny groan that  vibrated from you made Ethan’s heart melt. He lived and breathed for the many effects he had on you. That being said, he was still fully aware you had him helplessly wrapped around your finger. The idea of staying in this same position: legs twisted, arms wrapped, and faces buried as you soaked in the warmth of the other was something you both craved. It was nearly enough to break Ethan’s strength and keep you in this bed all day. Almost.

“I’m sick of it,” you muttered into his neck as your right hand traced his prominent clavicle. “You know it’s my worst class. I’m the most stressed I’ve ever been.”

Ethan’s hand rubbed your back gently in comfort as you spoke. He knew just how much you hated this class in particular. You studied yourself sick night after night, often not coming to bed before two or three in the morning. He witnessed too many tears of frustration and defeat slipping down your cheeks as you read and reread sections in your Power Points, handwritten notes, and textbooks containing the most complex information of each chapter. The immense pride he felt when you finally had a breakthrough of understanding was indescribable. 

Unfortunately, those moments of glory never came easy.

You were on the verge of one, he just knew it, but you needed to get to class to take another step towards it.

“I know you’re sick of it, but you have to go,” Ethan soothed, still rubbing circles into your lower back. “When you come home, we can come right back to this same position and stay here all weekend if you want.”

You sighed, instantly relaxing at the thought. Taking in his words, you unraveled one of your arms and reached out to press the home button of Ethan’s phone laying on his nightstand.

8:15 AM.

45 minutes until you had to leave. As you read the large, bright numbers on his screen, you felt your boyfriend’s arms wrap around your abdomen tightly in a comforting embrace as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“I’m all yours the second you come back home.”

As you began weighing the pros and cons in your head, your thoughts were soon interrupted by a swift, playful slap to your backside causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Up,” Ethan commanded with a chuckle and another slap.

“Okay, okay,” you whimpered, pushing yourself off your boyfriend and onto your feet. 

You padded into your connected master suite and turned on the shower, allowing the water to heat up before poking your head out of the doorway to catch a glimpse of Ethan. His long legs were sprawled across your shared bed, one arm behind his head and the other attempting to rub the sleep from his face. You tiptoed to the edge of the bed and waited until he noticed your presence. His movements froze as he caught your eyes wandering across his torso.

“Take a picture, princess. It’ll last longer,” he teased with a raised eyebrow. 

You rolled your eyes at his tone.

“Wanna shower with me?” You asked in your sweetest voice in hopes of convincing him. 

Ethan chuckled as his arms reached over his head, proceeding to stretch out his body head to toe, making the most adorable whine as he did so. He let out a deep sigh as he propped himself up onto two elbows, causing his biceps to flex and bulge. He took his time lovingly studying your perfectly messy hair and makeup free face. You were stunning through and through in his eyes. A lazy smile crept onto his face as he noticed your eyebrow raising in response to his stare.

He untangled himself from the sheets, stood, and positioned himself directly in front of you. Before you could speak, he cupped both your cheeks and gently encouraged you forward as he tilted his head down to press his lips to yours in a sweet, leisurely kiss. Slowly pulling away, his hands floated from your cheeks to the sides of your waist.

You barely had time to register the smirk that had found its way back to his features before he was scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder, and marching you back into the bathroom.

xx

SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

photo creds to owner

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”

MASTERLIST

🔥 - Smut



2: “Would you feel better if I let you hold my hand?”

9: “Fuck off, she’s mine.”

22: “Have you ever masturbated?”

24: “If you say ‘like’ one more time, I'm ‘like’ gonna choke the fuck out of you.”

24: “Well that was immensely attractive.”

28: “I can cook pizza rolls and cup o’ noodles, that’s about it.”

28: “Fuck. that was hot.”

29: “Did you really just give me a hickey?!”

42: “You thought I was going to hit you?” 

47: “Hey baby, I’m drunk as fuck and I miss you so please come home.”

53: “OOHH KINKY”

96: “Wow you’re really tall.”

Imagines

Storm

Trying Something New 🔥

Tour Guide

Stranger


Prompts

  2: “I’m feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand.”

10: “No, no. Not the puppy dog eyes, don’t you fucking dare. Dammit.”

12: “Do you love her?”

23: “Can I play with your hair?”

30: “Mine.”

32: “Do you seriously have a boner right now?”

68: “That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

79: “Sure, go hang out with your ex. I might as well text mine too.”


Imagines

Lullaby


Mini Series

Always

Forever (Sequel to Always)


Fluff

Lazy day in bed


 PREFERENCES

Making out w/ the twins

Face Masks w/ the twins

 

SERIES

Taken  {Ethan Dolan}

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9


Colours {Ethan Dolan} (DISCONTINUED AS OF NOW)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pineapple Pizza [E.D]

Summary: In which Ethan is really into you, the cute pizza delivery girl that appears at the front door of his frat house when given a certain request.

Words: 7.2k

Warning: smut, fratboy!ethan, his tongue piercing, uhh pineapples


“Y/N!”

Trying not to make a face at the lovely sound of your manager, you turned around to face him for a split second, just to make sure that he had actually called you and it wasn’t just your paranoia kicking in due to hearing him say it so many times on the daily. Seriously, you were lucky to fall asleep without mentally hearing the stupid bell that went off every damn time someone would walk into this place.

“Yes?” you sweetly asked just as you got done placing a few dollar bills that the cash register needed after dealing with your last customer.

“You’re delivering, hun.”

Your shoulders slumped as those words left his mouth, and you internally made groaned. Here you were, thinking that this little short shift on a Saturday night you’d picked up was going to be an easy one - but when was it ever? “Me? But–?”

“Don’t start with me, young lady.” You pressed your lips together. “And because this order specifically says right here,” Ryan, your manager, took a slight pause and read through the sticker that he was going to place on the pizza, which was for specific orders. “Uhhh, ‘bring us your cutest delivery girl’ and, well, you’re the only female here and John aint really a looker either,” he finished off, making your co-worker John shout out a ‘hey!’ from the back in offense. “Oh, you’re beautiful, John!” Ryan turned back to you. “Anyway, Y/N. Pizza. And it’s quite a few this time. I’m guessing a party.”

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Wrong Twin (Grayson Dolan) [2]

A/N: First off, I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT THAT YOU GUYS GAVE ON PART ONE! I really appreciate every single one of you to death! You guys are amazing iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou! I hope you guys love part 2 as much as the first one haha! Enjoy! x

Summary: You’ve always had unspoken feelings for Ethan since you were young, so it really did hurt when you found out he liked Emma, and not in a subtle way, may I add. You went to Grayson to vent but things didn’t go as you expected when Grayson told you what he really feels.

Warnings: The usual typos haha, sorry.

Word Count: 11.8k+

Masterlist

Part 1

-:-:-:-:-

Part 2

“Fuck.” Grayson cursed running a hand through his hair about to run after you. Bryant started to follow but Grayson stopped him. “I can handle this Bry, just make sure no one goes to back there for 15 minutes or so. She needs all the space she can for now.” Bryant nodded, patting Grayson in the back, with a sympathetic smile. “Go.”

To say that your heart broke is an understatement. You just wanted to die right then and there just to get rid of the constant stabbing in your heart. Yes you already had an idea that Ethan may never feel the same but seeing him kiss another girl is just too much. Seeing the man you’ve been wanting for so long like another woman is enough to make your world crumble into pieces.

You stumbled your way to the back, falling down on the couch as soon as you reached the end. You gripped the railing to steady yourself as you sobbed, staring straight at the ocean as tears streamed down your face continuously.

“(Y/N)?” Grayson scooted towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around and jumped into his arms, burying your face deep in his chest, deep sobs coming from your mouth as you held onto him.

He hugged you tightly, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down. “I’m so sorry.” Was all Grayson said, not knowing what else to say that’ll make everything better. He just let you cry your heart out, to just let all the pain go so that it becomes no more.

It crushed Grayson to see you like this, to see you so broken and hurt. If he could shoulder all the pain you were feeling right now he would, just to make you feel better. You are such a kind person and to him, you deserved to be happy. He just wished he could do that, to make you the happiest girl to ever walk this earth. If only you’d choose him instead.

“It hurts Gray, so bad.” You cried, fisting his shirt in your hands. “I know (Y/N), I know,” He whispered, placing a soft kiss on top of your head, knowing exactly how you feel since he is experiencing it too, liking someone who’d never like him back.

After a few more minutes, your sobs lessened into sniffles, you breathing ragged and your throat hoarse. “Sorry.” You sniffed, pulling away from Grayson to wipe your face. He kept his arms around you as he gave you a small smile.

“What are you sorry about? You know you can always cry to me (Y/N), I’ll always be here for you.” He cupped your face with both hands, kissing your forehead, making you close your eyes at the feeling of his soft lips. Grayson then placed one kiss each on your closed puffy eyes before pulling you back in for a hug. “You’ll be fine, you’re the strongest girl I know.” You sighed, feeling oh so thankful to have Grayson right now.

“All this crying made my tired.” You murmured, laying your head on Grayson shoulder as your eyes started to drop. Grayson immediately leaned back on the couch so that you can lay comfortable on him. He pulled your hood over your head to make you even more comfortable, his scent now playing in your nostrils.

“Sleep. We’ll be home soon.” He said before wrapping his arms around you, leaning his head on top of yours. You snuggled into him, blowing out air from you cheeks as he started to hum a song you aren’t familiar with, but the vibrations in his chest and the soft sound coming from his mouth are making you doze off slowly, but before you could finally drift off to sleep, a loud voice spoke.

“Ethan I don’t think it’s a good idea to go back there just yet.” At the mention of his name, you felt your body stiffened. You definitely don’t want to face him right now, especially when it’s very obvious that you’ve been crying “Just pretend you’re sleeping.” Grayson whispered, giving you a soft, comforting squeeze.

“Why Bryant? I’m just wondering where my brother and my best friend went.” Ethan scoffed, marching inside the cabin with Bryant and Emma right behind him.

“What’s going on here?” Ethan said as soon as he saw the scene in front of him.

Grayson looked at Bryant who gave him an apologetic smile, “I tried.” He mouthed, but Grayson only gave him a smile before turning to his brother who’s eyebrows were drawn together.

“Can you keep it down E? She’s sleeping.” Grayson answered, trying his best to make his voice sound as normal as possible regarding the anger that was boiling inside of him. “Why? What happened to her?” Ethan pressed, voice still a bit loud. You felt Grayson’s hand fist behind your back, showing how much he’s getting more and more annoyed at his twin.

You snuggled to him closer, burying your nose on the crook of his neck. You felt him relax a little bit as he cleared his throat. “She ate something earlier, I don’t know what but she isn’t feeling well right now.” Grayson lied, looking away from Ethan and casting his eyes down on you, pulling you even closer to him.

“Oh.” Ethan’s face softened as he looked at you with concern. “Is she okay?” You sighed deeply, shutting your eyes tight as a tear slipped down to your cheek feeling your heart break again at how soft and caring Ethan sounded, realizing that he’ll treat Emma just like how he used to treat you, and more. Grayson noticed this and he quickly pulled the hood even more until it covered half of you face.

“Yeah, she just needs sleep.” Grayson urged, and Ethan nodded getting the hint that you really do need some peace and quiet. “Come on E, let’s go back out there, she’s going to be fine she’s old enough.” Emma spoke, tugging at Ethan’s arm to pull him back to the deck. You flinched, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from scowling.

“I – yeah, okay. Gray, tell me if she needs anything.” Ethan turned around and followed Emma back to the bow, you opened your eyes just in time to see him wrapped his arm around her waist, their backs already facing you.

You choked back a sob, burying your face back into Grayson’s chest, making him sigh. He rubbed your back soothingly as your tears started to build up again, then you felt another hand on your shoulder.

You turned around to see Bryant sat beside you, a sympathetic smile plastered on his face, “I’m so sorry (Y/N), I tried holding him off but when he looked around and saw that you two were the only ones who weren’t there, he freaked.”

“Wait you know?” You pulled away from Grayson and sat straight, looking back and forth at the two guys on either side of you. “I – uh, I might have let it slip.” Grayson scratched the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes. “And I kind of already noticed it too, the way you look at Ethan. I’m sorry.” Bryant added, saving Grayson from any further explanation.

“It’s okay, you’re like a brother to me anyway.” You gave Bryant the only smile that you could manage at this point. He opened his arms and gave you a tight squeeze. “And you’re like a sister to me. You’ll be okay, there’s plenty of fish in the ocean. You can even look at it yourself.” You giggled at his bad joke, pulling away to see him point at the ocean around you.

“Or, he’s just around the corner, waiting for the right opportunity to make a move.” Bryant added with a smirk, making Grayson’s eyes grow wide. You looked at Bryant confused, but before you could ask he was already standing up. “Gotta go back there, birthday boy needs to entertain his guest.” He squeezed your cheeks, shooting Grayson a wink before walking away.

“What was that all about?” You asked Grayson who’s cheeks are turning a shade of pink. “Dunno.” He shrugged, wrapping his arms back around your waist to pull you closer again to make him feel warmer as he started to feel cold, the temperature dropping a couple of degrees with the boat already on its way back to the shore.

“You still sleepy?” Grayson asked, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Mhmm.” You hummed, going back to your previous position in his arms, wrapping yours around his torso. “Me too.” He yawned, his hands snaking up underneath the hoodie making you jump when his cold hands touched your bare back. “Gray what are you doing?” Your eyebrows knitted in confusion but you didn’t do anything as his touch felt more calming than usual.

“My hands are cold because you have my hoodie.” He grumbled as his fingers started to draw random patterns on your skin, your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the soothing feeling. “Quick nap?” He suggested, but you were already in the verge of dozing off.

You mumbled a soft okay, your head on his shoulder, his head on top of yours with arms wrapped around each other, the beautiful sound of the ocean lulling you both to sleep.

*             *             *

An incredibly blinding flash made you stir in your deep slumber, forcing you to open your eyes to see Bryant with a Polaroid camera. “We’re here sleepyheads.” He grinned, taking the photo out of the camera and shaking it.

Grayson stirred beside you, letting out a loud yawn as he rubbed his eyes. You pulled away from him and stretch your limbs, neck starting to get sore. You stood up, Grayson following suit slinging his backpack over his shoulder that Bryant gave him who was already walking towards where the boat and the dock meet, ready to get off the boat. Grayson went first and held out his hands for you to grab, helping you jump the gap between the boat and the dock.

“Thank you, for everything.” You whispered, standing in front of him with your hands still engulfed in his large ones, his thumb caressing the back of it as he smiled down at you. “Always.” He brought your hands up to his lips before pulling you in for a hug. A hug that made you feel warm and safe, even if you were still breaking on the inside. “Let’s go?” You gave him a nod and started to walk towards the parking lot where the rest are waiting, your fingers intertwined.

Just as you reached the parking lot, everybody was starting to get inside their respective vehicles, except the three people that stood by the white Jeep. You took a deep breath, puffing out your cheeks to keep you tears at bay, seeing that Ethan still had his arm around Emma as they spoke to Bryant. Grayson gave your hand a squeeze before letting it go to sling his arm over your shoulder.

“What took you guys so long?” Emma asked as she noticed the two of you approach, tapping her foot on the pavement impatiently. You let out a fake cough, but due to the hoarseness of your throat, it came out sounding real. “I felt dizzy for a sec.” You croaked, leaning your weight more on Grayson, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“(Y/N), you feeling okay?” Your breathed hitched as you felt his presence approach you. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, still not looking away from the floor, your hair and the hood covering most of your face. But knowing Ethan, you definitely have no escape, especially when he cupped you cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Wha – are you okay?” He asked as he looked at you, slowly taking in your bloodshot eyes, red nose and puffy face. You pulled your head away from his hand taking a step back from him. Hurt flashed in Ethan’s eyes for a second, but you ignored it, giving him a forced smile.

“I’m fine E, it must have been allergies. Can we go home now please?” You sighed, wishing to just get this day over with. “About that, I just got a text from Noah inviting us back to his place, said we should continue the party there.” Bryant said out of the blue, his eyes glued on his phone.

“I don’t think I’ll come with, still not feeling that well. You guys go ahead and have fun.” You pulled away from Grayson and walked towards Bryant, who opened his arms as soon as you reached him.

“You sure you don’t want to come? I told me Noah Centineo has been your long time crush?” Bryant voiced the last part loudly for the twins to hear, both their ears perking up at the thought of you liking another guy, it’s in their protective nature to know every guy you meet, which can get very annoying real quick and Bryant knew that but he just likes to play with them most of the times.

“I need time to think, maybe some other day. Happy Birthday again Bry.” You gave him a hug, giggling as he lifted your feet off the ground. “Thank you so much for making this the best birthday ever (Y/N). Stay strong okay? You can get through this.” Bryant whispered against your hair as he placed you back down.

“You guys can go on, I’ll just order an Uber.” You turned to the group with a small smile. “I can drop you off you know.” Ethan spoke, his arm now on Emma’s shoulder. You swallowed the lump in your throat before answering, “No, I’m sure Noah’s house is on the other side of town, I’ll just get an Uber, it’s fine.”

You didn’t wait for an answer as you walked back to Grayson to take the backpack where most of your belongings are kept, but before you could even say anything, he’s already taken the backpack far away from you.

“I’m coming with you.” He said firmly, causing you to groan. “Gray, it’s okay. I don’t want you to miss out on anything, you can go with them.” You objected, giving him a stern look. “I can’t let you go home alone when you’re not feeling well.” He countered, knowing that he’s already won as you’ve been pretending to be sick this whole time. “Fine.” You muttered in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood beside him.

“Can we go now?” Emma rolled her eyes, getting annoyed by all the delay, now walking towards the passenger’s seat. “You sure–” “Yes E, now go on and have fun.” You cut him off, giving him a small nod. He stared at you and Grayson for a moment before sighing, “I’ll see you later then.” He said before getting inside his car.

“The two of you take care okay. Thanks again for the best birthday party.” Bryant gave you and Grayson another hug before hoping in, giving you one last wave before closing the door, the car driving off and out of sight.

You turned to Grayson, giving him a glare. “You do know I can take care of myself right?” He shrugged, pulling his phone out to order an Uber home. “I just don’t want you to go home alone. And with the situation at hand, I don’t think I can last in a car with Ethan without punching him in the face.”

You looked at him curiously, trying your best to read this man in front of you, and trying to figure out why what he said made you heart skip a beat.

“Uber’s here.” Grayson suddenly took your hand, dragging you towards a car at the edge of the road. “For Grayson?” He asked before opening the door widely for you to get in.

You stayed silent as soon as you got in, your thoughts now starting to consume you bit by bit. Grayson didn’t say anything either, knowing that you need some peace and quiet to just think. He can see it in your eyes how much you are still hurting inside, but he won’t push his luck, he’ll just have to wait until you’re ready to just pour everything out on him.

The whole car ride was silent, except for the subtle music playing on the radio, none of you speaking a word until you got back home.

Grayson thanked the Uber driver as you went straight towards the front door, unlocking it with the key Grayson lend you. You dropped the bag on the couch, turning around as Grayson walked in.

“I’m going to take a shower and just go straight to sleep.” You stated in a tone that made Grayson look at you worriedly. “Sure. If that’s what you want Pumpkin.” He walked over to you and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. “Just tell me if you need anything.” He added with a smile, giving you a quick hug and turning around towards his room.

“Gray…” You called out before he could turn the corner, “Yeah?” “Can I borrow one of your shirts?” You asked shyly, your cheeks heating up. Most of the times you just sleep with an oversized shirt on, especially when you just want to feel cozy, but most of the shirts you wear are Ethan’s and you just can’t wear one right now.

“Of course, be back in a sec.” He disappeared in the hallway, coming back later with a dark blue t-shirt in his hand. “Here you go, anything else?” You shook your head no, raising an eyebrow at Grayson’s smug smile. “What?” You asked, but he only chuckled. “Nothing. Goodnight (Y/N).” He retraced his steps, disappearing in the hallways and into his bedroom.

Your heart started to get heavier and heavier as you walked toward your own room, already knowing that it isn’t going to be easy sleeping there without remembering all the times Ethan sneaked in to lay beside you.

You gathered all your courage as you twisted the door knob, heart sinking as all the memories came crashing down like a wave.

You tried your hardest to ignore all of the things that reminded you of what used to be, but it’s always easier said than done as you looked at the bed and all you see is Ethan cuddled right beside you, the way he held you so tight that made you feel like you belonged right there, in his arms.

Images from earlier on flashed across your mind, the way his lips were pressed against hers, and the way he smiled so proud for kissing her in front of so many people. You could practically hear your own heart break the moment you saw it. You thought you were ready to see him with other girls, or to get your heart broken, but nothing can ever prepare you for that kind of pain.

You got rid of the thought as you placed Grayson’s shirt on the edge of the bed then heading straight towards your bathroom. Stripping off your clothes and putting your hair in a bun, you hopped in the shower, turning the hot water on directly. You let out a deep breath as the water touched your bare skin, soothing you physically but not emotionally.

You knew catching feelings for your best friend was going to end up badly. But who’s fault is it really? You can never control what you feel, no one can. If only you’d have been more careful, it probably would’ve hurt less.

You lost track of time of how long you’ve been in the shower for, you just knew it was time to get out when your skin started to blister from the hot water. You stepped out of the shower with a heavy heart. No matter how many times people keep saying that you are a strong girl, things just get a little too much at times.

You threw Grayson’s shirt over your shoulder, the hem of it just stopping mid-thigh, his scent still very distinct in the fabric. You just let you hair cascade down your back as you crawled in bed, planning to just sleep the problems away even if it’s only half past 8, then again, you were mentally and emotionally exhausted for today, but no matter how hard you try, your body wants to do the exact opposite.

“Of fucking course.” You cursed under your breath after twisting and turning for the hundredth time already, getting frustrated as to why you can’t fall asleep. You decided not to push it, maybe a breath of fresh air will do the trick, so you kicked the covers of your body and sneaked out of your room. You still have no clue if Ethan’s home yet, might as well take the precaution since you don’t want to be left alone with him just yet.

Closing the sliding door behind you, you tiptoed towards the edge of the pool, sitting down and submerging your bare feet in the water, kicking aimlessly, the water forming rippling patterns here and there. You stared straight at the darkness in front of you as you tried to sort out your thoughts, deciding on what you should do to move on and to prevent yourself from getting hurt over and over again.

Grayson on the other hand just got out of the shower after his nightly workout, his upper body bare and his lower body only covered with a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips. He pulled out a pair of boxers from his closet and slipped it on, ruffling his damp hair with the towel to at least dry it up a bit.

He was about to jump on his bed to just watch survival or ASMR videos until he falls asleep when he saw a figure just sitting by the pool. “What the–” He peeked behind the blinds to see that it was just you, staring straight into nothingness.

He quickly picked a shirt and some sweatpants from the floor, putting it on then slipping out of the sliding door as quietly as possible, walking straight to the side of the pool where you were sat.

“What are you doing our here?” He asked, making you jump at his unexpected appearance, hand landing on your chest to calm your heart down. “Grayson, you scared me.” You blew out your cheeks. “I thought you were sleeping?” He asked, rolling up his sweatpants up to his knees before sitting right beside you, feet now submerged in the water.

“My mind is running a hundred miles per hour, I couldn’t sleep.” You lifted your shoulders up in a half shrug, giving him a sad smile, resting your hands behind you so that you can lean back comfortably. Grayson’s eyes scanned your body momentarily, a lump forming in his throat as he noticed you were only wearing a shirt over your underwear, his shirt to be exact.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, tearing his eyes off your legs to look at your eyes, leaning back on his arms as well, his hand just beside yours.

“All of it is just so complicated to be honest.” You started, still staring straight at the black sky. Grayson stayed silent as he waited for you to continue, his feet brushing with your under the water. You took a deep breath and continued,

“I just don’t get it. I’ve been there by his side when he needed me you know, and when some random blonde skinny chick comes out of nowhere, he’s suddenly all over her like I was never there. Funny thing too cause when he came down earlier when we were decorating the boat, he told me he was getting jealous with you getting close to me which makes no fucking sense. He said that kissing on the nose was our thing, how can we have a thing when we’re not even together? He told me he doesn’t want my attention to be divided with you, even if you’re just his brother which is a boyfriend thing to say! Why would he be jealous if he doesn’t feel anything for me? It’s just so fucked up! He keeps leading me on and he doesn’t even have a clue. I feel so stupid for not stopping this feelings from growing. But is it really my fault when all I did was feed my mind with what he was showing me? If he didn’t treat me like we were a couple before Emma came around, this wouldn’t have been too difficult.” You ranted, sitting straight back up with your arms flailing around in frustration.

“And what also hurts was when he said she was busy and that he had nothing to do so he came to me.” You scoffed, resting your chin on your hand that was perched on your knee. “Guess I’m not that important to him anymore, always the second option.” You whispered, a tear slowly falling from your eyes. Grayson scooted closer to you, rubbing your back in circles in a comforting manner.

“It hurts so fucking bad to see him be with someone else when all I’ve been wishing is for him to be officially mine, for him to see me differently, to see me more than just his best friend.” You wiped a tear away harshly, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from turning into a human faucet.

“I just – Is there something wrong with me? Will I ever be enough for anyone?” You finally said it out loud, the question that’s been pestering your mind the whole day. Of course you’ve had your fair share of heartbreaks before you grew feeling for Ethan, but all of those relationships end the same way, whether it’s them breaking up with you for no apparent reason or you get cheated on.

“There’s nothing wrong with you (Y/N). You are the greatest girl a guy could ever ask for and I’m not saying this because you’re my best friend, I’m saying this because it’s the full truth. You are more than enough, don’t you ever doubt that.” Grayson took your hands in his, giving it a soft squeeze.

“If that’s true, why can’t some of the guys I’ve been with see that?” You questioned, your voice low as you looked at Grayson in the eyes. “Cause they’re fucking blind (Y/N). If they can’t see how amazing you are, then it’s their lost, not yours.” Grayson insisted, meaning every word that came out of his mouth.

You pulled your hand away from him as you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms as the air gave you goosebumps. Looking straight through space as you whispered, “Then why didn’t Ethan choose me instead?” You closed your eyes, not being able to hold your tears much longer.

“One, Ethan’s an asshole, two, he’s oblivious as fuck and three…” Grayson took a deep breath, reaching over to cup your face with both his hands, forcing you to look at him straight in the eyes, you can feel his hand shake a little bit, his eyes showing all kinds of emotions as they bore in yours.

“Maybe you’re the one who’s choosing wrong. Maybe, after all this time, you’ve been choosing the wrong twin.” Grayson’s heart pounded as soon as he said the words, not knowing what to expect or what your reaction would be but he knew he just had to say it since he can’t hold it any longer.

“I – What do you mean?” You whispered, already knowing what he means but you just had to hear it again loud and clear.

“This is what I mean.” You didn’t have the time to react as Grayson crashed his lips against yours. You froze with your eyes wide open in shock, but they soon fluttered closed when you melted in the kiss. Your hands went to cup his face as you kissed him back, feeling him grin between your lips.

Grayson’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you over him so that now you were sat on his lap, straddling his waist, his back getting damp from your wet feet, but he didn’t give a damn. Why would he when he’s finally kissing you, the girl who he’s been dreaming, wanting for so long.

His hands began to go underneath your shirt, landing on the small of your bare back as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss even more.

You couldn’t help but match Grayson’s grin as the two of you locked lips, your fingers getting lost in his hair as you thought that maybe he was right. Maybe you, in fact, have been choosing the wrong twin all this time, because you’ve never felt this safe before, not even with Ethan. You’ve never felt how someone’s lips could fit perfectly with yours just like Grayson’s does.

Looking back at all those days, Grayson has always been the one who understands you the most. He’s always been there for you no matter what’s the case, even if he didn’t really have to.

He licked your bottom lip as he asked for entrance, which you gladly granted, the kiss getting more and more heated as the time goes on, his hands now on your ass, giving it a light and playful squeeze making you giggle. Both of your lungs started to burn as it gasp for air but none of you dared to stop, feeling like this is where you belong.

“What the fuck?!”

Both of you froze, pulling away from the kiss, you looked behind Grayson, quickly getting off of him, pulling your shirt back down as you stood up straight, Grayson doing the exact same thing.

“What the fuck is this?!” Ethan asked again, hand pointing at you then at Grayson. “E, I can explain.” Grayson tried but Ethan just waved him off as he looked at you. “I thought you said there’s nothing between you and Grayson? Did you just fucking lie to me (Y/N)?” He growled, taking another step towards you.

You stood your ground, looking at him with the same intensity. “I didn’t lie to you Ethan. It’s not what it looks like.” He laughed forcefully, “Really? It’s not what it looks like? I saw it with my own two eyes (Y/N)! You were eating each other’s face out! I’m not blind! You’re even wearing his shirt for fucks sake!” He spat in your face, making you stumble back a bit.

“You aren’t sick aren’t you? You were just pretending so that I will leave the two of you alone. Is this why you wanted to go home early? So that you can fuck each other behind my back?!” He yelled, his hand flailing everywhere to justify is anger.

“Ethan.” Grayson interrupted in a warning tone which made you scared, scared that a fight might break between the two.

“Shut the fuck up Grayson. Stay out of this.” Ethan shot him a glare before turning back to you. “Is this what you do to me after I’ve told you not to date him? After telling you all the reasons why I don’t want you to date him you still fuck him behind my back? How could you be so selfish (Y/N)?!” He growled.

And that’s where you lost it. “Selfish? I’m not the one who’s selfish here Ethan, you are.” You said through gritted teeth, tears now falling freely down you cheeks. “You don’t fucking own me. What I want to do with my life is my choice, not yours.” You started to walk pass him, not wanting to deal with his ass right now.

“What the fuck is your problem (Y/N)?!” You stopped in your tracks, not being able to hold it much longer, you just needed to explode.

“You! You are my fucking problem Ethan!” You snapped, turning around to face him, now full on yelling, not caring if the neighbors are going to hear you. “What is that supposed to mean?” He countered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I have feelings for you goddamn it! I fucking like you more than I should have!” You finally admitted, tears now steaming down your face endlessly.

“What?” Ethan’s voice wavered.

“You keep leading me on with all this things you do that isn’t normal for just best friends! You keep treating me like how a boyfriend treats her girlfriend. Maybe it’s my fault for falling for your actions but normal best friends don’t cuddle every fucking night! A normal best friend don’t get jealous too easily when a guys speaks to me let alone breath around me! Normal best friends don’t make a kiss in the nose ‘their thing’ Ethan! Then when you met Emma you suddenly changed E.” You choked back a sobbed, your chest feeling lighter as you poured all the anger you’ve been bottling inside you for months.

“You suddenly became distant, you’ve talked to me less, you’ve ignored me like I don’t fucking exist to you anymore unless there’s no one else! You only talk to me when nobody else is avaible! You keep making me you last resort! You don’t just do that Ethan! You can’t make me feel special some days then act like you don’t care about me the next! It’s fucking confusing me!” You screamed, you whole body now shaking with anger and frustration and none of the boys dared to interrupt.

“You’ve even got that stupid attitude now, always trying to impress her, making her think that you’re a cool guy and you don’t give a damn about anything! You’ve changed who you are for some stupid ass bitch you don’t even know that much yet!” You walked towards Ethan until there was only a foot space between the two of you.

“You keep playing with my feelings and I’ve had enough!” You spat on his face, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“(Y/N)… I – I didn’t know.” Ethan’s voice turned quiet, as he looked at you with mixed emotions. “Of course you don’t. How would you know if you’ve been busy shoving your tongue down Emma’s throat?” You laughed sarcastically, looking like a complete lunatic as your cheeks are so wet with tears.

“You saw that?” He asked, frowning deeply as he looked at you, guilt flashing across his features. “Of course I fucking saw it! I’m not blind!” You hissed, using his own words against him. He stared at you dumbfounded, not knowing how to take in all the information he just has been feed with.

“You know what, I can’t anymore. I need to breath.” Your voice broke, turning around as you ran back inside the house.

“(Y/N) wait!” Grayson called out, about to follow you when Ethan grabbed his arm. “Did you know about this?” He asked, looking at Grayson with so much confusion. Grayson tried to shake him off, desperate to run after you, but Ethan only gripped him tighter.

“Get off me Ethan.” He growled, glaring daggers at his brother. “Just answer me.” He begged, sounding so desperate but he just wanted things to be a bit clearer. “Yes Ethan, I fucking knew about everything. Now can you please let me go?” Grayson tried to pull his hand away but Ethan didn’t budge.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting her? I could’ve done things differently.” Ethan sighed, feeling extremely bad for what he’s done to you. “It was not my secret to tell. Now let me fucking go.” Grayson barked, getting more and more annoyed at his brother, especially when he heard the front door open and then close.

“Gray, please, I need help here. If she likes me, why was she kissing you?” Ethan asked again, looking at his brother for answers. “I was the one who kissed her, not the other way around.” Grayson said blankly, looking at his brother as realization dawned on his face.

“Wait, you – is this why you’re so mad at me right now? You have feelings for her?” Ethan stated slowly, taking in his own words, the heavy feeling in his heart seem to only worsen.

“Yes Ethan. I have feelings for her. Now get the fuck off me before I punch you in the face.” Grayson’s jaw clenched, making Ethan loosen his grip on Grayson’s arm, stepping a few step backs as guilt started to consume him.

Ethan felt very overwhelmed by everything, realizing that after so long, he hasn’t only been hurt you, he’s been hurting his own brother as well. He has been a hindrance to the happiness of two of the most important people in his life and it makes him feel like a total asshole.

It might have been a selfish thing to do but Grayson left his brother there, squatted on the floor with his face buried in his hands, mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again as he ran inside the house and straight to your room.

“(Y/N)?” He opened the door and saw nothing. He ran to your bathroom and still no sign of you either, but what worried him the most was that your phone and your wallet was still on the nightstand. “(Y/N)!” Grayson yelled, his voice echoing around the house as he looked at every room there, but still, nothing.

“Shit.” He quickly ran to his room, putting on some shoes, snatching his keys and his blanket as he ran towards his car. “Grayson! Where are you going?” Ethan ran up to him, but Grayson was already backing out of the driveway. “Going to find (Y/N). Don’t wait up.” He answered before driving off, hoping that you didn’t get too far and that nothing bad happened to you.

You weren’t thinking clearly when you ran straight out of the house. You didn’t even notice that you were barefooted until your feet started to get cold. All you know is that you needed to get away, after everything you said, after everything you’ve confessed, you just needed to breathe and mostly because you aren’t ready to face Ethan after all that.

Waking up this morning, you had no idea that today was going to be hella eventful. You thought that the only thing that was going to happen was you guys celebrating Bryant’s birthday on a boat and that was it. Never had it crossed your mind that today was going to be ‘confess your feelings to someone’ day. First it was Ethan to Emma, or whichever that may be, then it was Grayson to you, and of course, you to Ethan.

Grayson confessing his feelings to you. Grayson has feelings for you.

How could you talk about how oblivious Ethan was when all this time, you’ve been blind yourself. You’ve been so occupied with your feelings for Ethan that you didn’t get to notice how Grayson truly feels.

God, imagine all those times you keep complaining to him about how much you liked Ethan and how much it hurts when he doesn’t feel the way, Grayson must’ve felt like utter shit hearing the girl he likes talk about another guy, and not just any guy, his brother.

Now you understand why Grayson keeps saying he knows how you feels, because he’s been experiencing it with you. He’s been having feelings for you all this time while you’re out there chasing his own brother instead of him, his own flesh and blood.

Everything makes a bit more sense now, all the little things he said to you, the way he looked hurt when he found you and Ethan cuddled together, when he looked away when Ethan kissed your nose and what Bryant said about that special someone who’s just around the corner, he was talking about Grayson.

“I’m such an idiot! How could I not notice?” You groaned, hugging yourself tighter as the cold wind started to get to you.

Bright headlights shown from behind you, the sound of an engine coming closer and closer, you should have been scared knowing you’re in the middle of nowhere with barely any clothes on, walking in the middle of the night, but you’ve been familiar with his car for riding in it so many times already.

“Go away Grayson.” You called out as he slowed down right beside you, not full on stopping since you continued walking, not sparing him one look. “How did you know it was me? You didn’t even look yet!” He quipped, completely taken by surprise by your reaction.

“I know your car Gray. Now leave me alone.” You sighed, walking a bit faster, but what’s the point? He’s in a car for fucks sake. “Just get in the car (Y/N). It’s cold out.” He begged, getting more and more worried as he noticed your state, barefooted, wearing only his shirt and clearly shivering from the cold night air.

“No. I need to be alone.” You protested, although the warm temperature inside his car sounds tempting, you just don’t want to go back home and face Ethan.

“Come on, please Pumpkin? You’re going to catch a cold. I have a blanket here, it’s so warm, and soft too.” He cooed, your cheeks flushing as he used that nickname he’s been calling you all day with again. “I don’t want to go home just yet Gray.” You sighed, finally turning to him, but you still kept walking.

“Who said we’re going home?” You stopped, Grayson stepping on the break abruptly. You gave him a confused look as you turned around, now fully facing him as he smiled at you through the window. “We’re going to get Pizza, burgers or fries, maybe even ice cream if the shop is still open.” He added, wriggling his eyebrow in the process.

Your shoulders slumped as you gave him a pout, opening the car door in utter defeat. He grinned victoriously, knowing you can never say no to food.

As you got in the passenger’s seat, he was already reaching for something in the backseat. When you got your seat belt on, Grayson leaned over as he draped a blanket over you, now feeling warmer, pulling it closer to your body. “Thank you.” You whispered, him giving you the softest most charming smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“So… In n Out, Dominoes, or McDonalds?” He drove off, glancing at you for a brief moment, noticing how cute you looked all snuggled up in a blanket, having no idea how badly Grayson wanted to just kiss you again. “You pick.” You said, not really bothered to pick a place to eat when your mind is trying to figure out your feelings for Ethan and for Grayson.

Grayson didn’t say anything else, especially when you’ve got a deep frown, indicating that you were thinking so hard about something. He let out a huge breathe, the awkward tension building between you to as your thoughts came back to what just happened moments ago, driving to the nearest McDonalds for a take out.

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“I’m cold, can we share?” Grayson asked as he sat beside you again on the hood of his car after he threw your trashes away. You gave him nod, giving the other end of the blanket to him, which he draped over his shoulder, moving even closer to you.

The two of you stayed silent, just staring at the city lights of L.A. as Grayson parked in an empty parking lot somewhere in the mountains, the tension still present in the air. You cleared your throat, catching Grayson’s attention now fully.

“Are we not going to talk about it?” You asked, just wanting to get this over with. “Talk about what?” Grayson tried to act normal, but he was already a nervous train wreck, scared as to what you might say, whether if you regretted kissing him back or you just don’t feel the same way.

“About what happened earlier…” You continued, staring straight at Grayson who refuses to look at you. “What about it?” He asked casually, now getting on your nerves as it was so clear he was trying to avoid the subject.

“Grayson…” You warned, making him sigh, now finally looking at you in the eyes. “Fine, just ask me a question, anything you want to know and I’ll answer it truthfully.” Grayson said nervously, not entirely sure where this is going to go.

“Since when?” You looked away from him, you don’t exactly know why but maybe because you’ll feel guilty knowing for how long you’ve been hurting him and not having a single clue about it.

“I don’t really know, it just happened I guess. But I already had feelings for you way before I asked you about Ethan.” He admitted, feeling his heart thump louder at finally saying it to you in words. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him, eyes showing just how much you felt so guilty for putting him through the same thing you’ve been going through, but when you really think about it, he may even got it worse.

“Don’t. It’s fine (Y/N), it’s not your fault.” He sighed as he cupped your face, giving you a reassuring smile. “It’s just, I feel so selfish that I’ve been complaining about my heartaches when I’ve hurting you through all that. I feel like such a bad person.”

“It’s okay (Y/N), none of this is your fault. Let’s just forget about that and just think about today and tomorrow. About us.” He grabbed both your hands in his, stroking it softly, eyes boring deeply in you as he moved in closer, brushing the tip of his nose with yours. He was about to close the distance when you looked away, a certain thought eating you slowly if you continue.

“Gray, we can’t.” You breathe, putting some distance between you two. Pain flashed across Grayson’s eyes, breaking your own heart. “Why not?” He whispered, anger slowly seeping back in his blood, already expecting what you’re going to say.

“It’s just wrong. Ethan told me–” Grayson sneered as he stood up, turning his back on you. “Will you just listen to me please?” You pleaded, just wanting to explain everything piece by piece to make everything clearer for the both of you.

“No (Y/N)! I think it’s time that you listen to me!” Grayson growled, facing you with his face steaming in anger. You shut your lips tight, looking at him with wide eyes. You’ve seen Grayson angry many times, but his anger was never aimed towards you, so this is comes off as a huge surprise.

“Are you saying that it’s wrong because that’s what you really feel or you’re saying that because Ethan said so? Did that kiss feel fucking wrong to you (Y/N)?!”  You looked away, your bottom lips getting caught in your teeth. Of course it didn’t feel wrong, it was the best feeling you’ve ever experienced in a while.

“No! It didn’t feel fucking wrong! Not even one bit!” He bellowed as if he read your thoughts, his teeth gritted as his eyes bore a hole through your head. “Look at me when I’m talking to you (Y/N).” He hissed, forcing you to look back at him, trying your best to show a straight face when all your emotions are a mess inside of you.

“I’m so fucking tired of hearing Ethan’s name be a part of your every decision! How hypocritical of you to tell him that you make the choices and not him because it’s your life but every decision you make revolves around him!” Grayson continued, getting so fed up to the constant cycle that you’ve been going through. He knows he could just say it to you calmly but he needs to knock some sense into you and just wake up.

“Ethan this, Ethan that, no I don’t want Ethan to be mad, no I don’t want Ethan to get hurt, For. Fucks. Sake! You need to be selfish for once (Y/N)! Stop thinking about what he might say or feel, think about what you feel! Choose what you want, not what Ethan wants!” Grayson took a step closer, hands tugging at his roots as frustration surge through his body.

“It’s not that easy Grayson.” You looked down, your eyes getting glossy as tears started to swam in them. “Why the fuck would it be hard for you to think about what you want?” He huffed, throwing his hands up in the air,

“It’s not fucking easy because I’m so confused Grayson! I don’t know what’s right or wrong at this point and I don’t want to hurt you or anyone! I don’t want to ruin what you and your brother have! What the three of us have with just one wrong move! I just don’t know what to fucking think anymore!” You snapped, standing up harshly, not caring that your bare feet started to hurt as you were stepping on tiny pebbles, his sudden outburst of anger slowly rubbing off of you.

“Yes it’s easy (Y/N)! You need to put yourself first this time and think about what’s best for you! Not what’s best for him, not even what’s best for me! Think about you! If you are still confused, it’s fucking easy to just listen to your heart instead! Choose what makes you happy, what your heart is telling you, what you want! What do you fucking want (Y/N)?!”

“You Grayson! I want you!” You shrieked, tears now free falling down your cheeks, covering the already dried ones. You meant every word that you said, finally figuring out everything about what you felt.

You really did like Ethan at some point but for how long did your feelings last? You didn’t know. When you think hard about it, you were just falling to the thought of falling, the thought of being liked by someone, and that’s what his actions showed you. He showed how it feels to be cared for, he made you feel like a princess that you’ve completely forgotten what’s true or not about your feelings.

You enjoyed that constant bliss that his actions gave you that your mind played with your heart, making you think that you liked Ethan when in fact, you just liked the thought of having someone there to care for you, and that someone happened to take in the shape of Ethan. And when he stopped doing the actions that you got used to, you began to panic because you didn’t want the feeling of utter euphoria to end.

Maybe it’s because you’ve been heartbroken so many times before that when someone shows you things that you’ve been missing so badly, things that made you feel like you are indeed special, you latch onto the feeling, painting it into something it isn’t. After seeing him kissing Emma, you fell down to the same hole filled with your insecurities, just the way you did when guys cheated on you or just leave you.

It’s a very complicated thing to explain but what you felt for Ethan wasn’t exactly what you think it is, and Grayson made you realize that.

The anger from Grayson’s face faltered, his arms going limp on his sides as he gaped at you completely astonished.

“I feel safer with you, I feel loads better when I’m with you, I feel free when I talk to you, like I don’t need to hide anymore and I just realized that all this after we kissed. It didn’t feel wrong to me because it felt so damn right! Everything about you feels so fucking right, I so badly want to be with you and that scares the shit out of me Grayson!” You exclaimed, not seeing Grayson’s face clearly anymore as the tears blurred your vision.

“It scares me because I don’t want to put our bond in jeopardy, what if it doesn’t work out? If we do get involve in a relationship and it doesn’t work out, everything will never be the same. I don’t want to lose you Gray, I don’t want to lose my best friend.” You choked back a sob, head hung low as you took in a shaky breath, the silence now ringing in the air.

You heard Grayson move in front of you, his footsteps rushed and when you looked up, he directly smashed his lips on yours, making you stumble back but his hands were quick to grip your waist, keeping you in place. You sighed, reaching up to wraps your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair on the back of his head, kissing him with the same passion as he’s pouring in the kiss.

Grayson started to walk forward, still not breaking the kiss, pushing you slowly until the back of your knees hit his car. He lifted you up with ease, sitting you on the hood, him crawling over you until you laid flat on its surface with him hovering on top of you, lips still connected, not caring if there’s going to be a dent on his hood the next morning.

“You’re not losing me. I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered against your lips, hands grabbing your soft, bare legs, wrapping it around his waist. He sucked on your bottom lip making you part your lips as you let out a soft moan, him taking this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss once again.

Grayson pulled away, chest heaving up and down as he rested his forehead against yours. Your swollen lips and flushed cheeks doing crazy things to him, especially when you’re under him, wearing only his shirt. As much as he wanted to take things further, he doesn’t want to rush you and the both of you are pretty exhausted with everything that’s happened today.

“You’re staring.” You whispered with a smug smile, running your fingers through his hair. “That’s because you’re so beautiful.” He whispered back, giving you as soft peck on the lips, feeling so happy to finally finally have you after a long time of dreaming.

Grayson stood up, pulling you up with him. “We should go back. It’s very late.” You nodded with a loud yawn, making him chuckle. “And you’re tired.” He wrapped the blanket around you and kissed you on the forehead, your eyes closing at the wonderful feeling.

Grayson hooked his arm around your legs as he carried you bridal style, making you squeal in surprise. “I can walk you know.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked at him adoringly, your heart melting at just how beautiful he looked under the moonlight.

“I’m just treating you like you deserved to be treated, like a queen.” He smiled, giving you a wink. You laughed as you reached over to open the car door as his hands are full at the moment. “You’re such a ball of cheese.” You teased as he placed you back down, reaching over to put your seatbelt on for you, loving how he’s spoiling you already.

“Oh you love it.” He gushed, giving you another peck before closing the door and jogging over to his side. He started the engine and drove off. The whole car ride back home contained soft music playing on the radio with Grayson’s fingers tangled up in yours, other hand on the staring wheel, grins plastered on both your faces.

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Grayson turned the car off as you reached the driveway, rushing over to you before you could get out, carrying you again no matter your protest. Then again, you were incredibly tired and your feet were starting to hurt, imagine walking around for who knows how long barefooted and it has been a long ass day.

He was about to open your room when you stopped him, “Gray, can I sleep beside you tonight please.” You asked, voice soft as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He smiled, feeling all giddy inside, “Of course Pumpkin.” He proceeded to walk down the hall and into his room, closing the door slowly with his feet.

“Now put me down, I need to wash my feet, they’re disgusting.” He chuckled, obeying your orders. You made your way to his bathroom and quickly rinsed off all the dirt and grime from your feet. After they were now fresh and clean, you trudged back in his room where it was already dark, the only thing illuminating the space was that blue light under his bed.

The sight in front of you took your breath away. You chewed on your bottom lip as you gawked at a shirtless Grayson, his other half was already underneath the covers, hands behind his head making his muscles more prominent than usual, eyes closed,  not noticing you until he peeked one eye open.

“Liking what you see?” He teased, making you roll your eyes. “Come here Pumpkin.” He reached one hand out for you to take, which you did as you crawled beside him, resting your head on his chest with a sigh. He immediately wrapped his arms around your body, giving you a soft kiss on top of your head, legs tangled up under the sheets.

“I never would’ve thought this would happen.” He chuckled, chest vibrating in the process, pulling you even closer to him. “Well, things happen when you least expect it.” You stated, closing your eyes, ready to fall into a deep sleep.

“True.” Grayson breathed out, his eyes getting heavy as well. “Goodnight Gray…” You yawned. “Goodnight (Y/N)…” and with that, the two of you slowly dozed off at the sound of each other’s breathing, safe and content in each other’s arms, everything feeling so right.

The next morning…

You felt someone stir beside you, waking you up with the movement and the light that was shining through the huge glass sliding door. You blinked a couple of times, letting your eyes adjust to the brightness.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Grayson asked looking down at you with a concerned smile, plopping himself up with his elbow.

“It’s okay. Waking up to this face makes up to it.” You cupped his cheek, pulling him down for a quick kiss, him smiling from ear to ear. “And you say I’m cheesy.” He raised an eyebrow at you when you pulled away.

“Maybe your cheesiness is just rubbing off of me.” You joked. “Figures.” He hummed, leaning back down to kiss you again. Waking up to this every morning sure would be a treat.

“I think it’s time we get up, and face the other person living in this house.” Grayson said with a sympathetic smile. You frowned, almost forgetting about Ethan.

“Come on, it’s now going to be bad. He can’t stay mad at both of us for long a long time.” He sat up and got out of bed, slipping on a pair of sweats and a shirt. You groaned, burying your face in the pillow, not really looking forward to facing Ethan right now.

“Get up (Y/N).” He chuckled pulling the covers off your body, you curling into a ball, your ass now in clear view, his shirt only covering the tiniest bit. Grayson eyes darkened, but he quickly shook the thoughts away, he’ll deal with that later.

He lightly smacked your ass causing you to turn to him wide eyed. “Get your ass off the bed Pumpkin.” He laughed at your reaction, grabbing your arm forcing you out the bed. You groaned but stood up anyway, might as well get this over and done with.

The two of you dreadfully walked out of Grayson’s room, making your way into the kitchen and what you saw shocked the living daylights out of you.

“Goodmorning.” Ethan greeted with a wide smile, a box in his hand and a balloon on the other that said ‘Sorry I am such an asshole’ and not only that, the whole table was set up all nice with three different kinds of pancakes stacked on plates, beautifully plated with fruits and whipped cream at the top. There were also milkshakes that had those silly straws on them instead of normal ones.

He chuckled at your shocked faces, walking over to the two of you, handing you the box and giving Grayson the balloon. “Open it.” He turned to you, and you did, mouth hanging open even more at what’s inside.

They were brownies that spelled S-O-R-R-Y and some shaped like flowers, decorated with different patterns and colors.

You placed the box down and jumped into Ethan’s arms making him stumbled back, giving him a huge bear hug, making him sigh in relief as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Did you just make all these?” Grayson spoke after a few good minutes, walking over to the table.

“Yeah and no.” Ethan scratched the back of his neck, pulling your chair out for you to sit down just beside Grayson. “You ordered this from IHOP didn’t you?” You accused, making him nod with a laugh.

“You know I can’t make anything without burning the house down. But I plated it all nice and added the fruits and whipped cream.” He grinned, proud at what’s he’s done. “You Ethan Dolan are the most Extra person I have ever encountered.” He shrugged, face turning serious.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’ve been such a horrible person to you these past few months, I shouldn’t have played with your feelings like that, I was such an asshole and an idiot, I hurt my you, my bestest friend without even knowing. It’s my job being your best friend to protect you at all cost and I ended up hurting you instead. I wanted you to be happy and I did the exact opposite. I’m sorry (Y/N).” Ethan took a deep breath, eyes looking at you with nothing but sincerity in them.

“And Gray, I have been such a bad brother to you. I should’ve known how you felt. I shouldn’t have been jealous with you getting close to (Y/N). I don’t know what came to me but I got fed up that we always share everything that I became selfish and just wanted (Y/N)’s attention to be all on me. And I fucked up because of that. I hurt you too, you’ve always been the best brother to me and in return I hurt you, I’m so sorry Gray.” Ethan turned to his brother with a deep frown, feeling genuinely regretful with everything that he’s done.

“I also have been so selfish to the both of you. I’ve been in the way this whole time, when you two deserved to be together.” You and Grayson glanced at each other with big smiles, cheeks heating up as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I mean look at that, you two are made for each other.” He added, gesturing at the both of you.

“Apology accepted E.” You giggled, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Grayson on the other hand stood up and gave his brother a hug from behind. “Aww I love you E.” He cooed, squeezing him tighter. “Love you too Gray.” Ethan chuckled, then Grayson suddenly placed a kiss on his cheek as well.

“Ew! Okay! Stop! Too much love! Grayson!” He groaned, choking lightly as his brother squeezed him even tighter.

“Gray he’s turning purple.” You joked, laughing at their crazy yet cute bond. Grayson chuckled, finally letting him go, sitting back beside you. Ethan took deep breaths with his hand on his chest; making you laugh even more.

“And (Y/N), not be awkward or anything but do you still have does you know, feelings?” Ethan asked nervously after he regained his breathing, just wanting to clarify things. You smiled at him then explained everything that you just realized last night.

After you’ve finished, he smiled widely. “Good, now you two can live happily ever after.” He clapped his hands together, feeling so relieved that he isn’t holding any of you back any more.

“Now let’s eat! All that talking made me so hungry.” Ethan started to dig in his pancakes, shoving it inside his mouth like that pig that he is.

“You two can date but with one condition.” Ethan pointed at the two of you with his mouth full. You looked at him curiously, taking a sip of your milkshake.

“No sex if I’m in the house. If you’re going to do it, you have to be as quiet as possible. I don’t want to hear any ‘Oh Grayson!’ ‘Yes Grayson right there!’ ‘Fuck Grayson!’ or else I’m kicking the two of you out.” You choked, putting the milkshake down as you coughed, Grayson’s hand patting your back, holding back his laughter.

“Ethan!” You scolded, looking at him in horror, but Grayson only threw his head back and howled in laughter.

“What? I’m serious! That’s going to scar me for life!” He defended, still shoving the stupid pancakes in his mouth like he hasn’t said profanities just before.

“Don’t worry E, well try to be as quiet as possible, I’ll sound proof the room if that’s what you want.” Grayson added, just wanting to press you even further.

“I can’t with you two.” You groaned, covering your face with both your hands. “I’m just kidding baby.” Grayson hugged you from the side, giving your crown a kiss, you turned to look at him just as he gave you another peck.

“Ew, not too much of that too.” Ethan scrunched his face in disgust, covering his eyes like a child. Grayson threw a berry at him. “Stop being a drama queen.”

“Anyway, I’m going back home for a while.” You stated, taking a bite of your pancakes.

“What? Why?” The twins asked in unison, looking at you worriedly.

“I just need a breather, get myself together after everything that’s happened.” You gave them both a smile. Everything was still a bit too much for you. Your feelings are already clear but you still need to take a few steps back before starting again with Grayson. You need to just relax and get your mind and heart straight so that the relationship would be as healthy as possible.

“Are you okay?” Grayson asked worriedly. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine Gray. I just need to get my mind and heart straight. Don’t worry, what I feel about you is still the same.” He nodded, understanding that you do need some space, rushing things will never end up well.

“Besides, I need a break from the two of you. You guys wore me out mentally and physically. I need to get away from all these testosterone for a while.” You added.

“You mean all these twins-tosterone?” Grayson joked with a proud smile. You and Ethan cringed at the same time, groaning as you buried your faces in your palm.

“You guys are mean. That was a good one.” Grayson huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back with his bottom lip jutted out.

“That was fucking awful Gray.” Ethan shook his head in disappointment. “I’d have to side with Ethan on that one Gray.” You patted his shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “Shut up.” You laughed, giving him a lightly peck on the cheek.

“When will you leave?” Grayson stirred the subject back to where it was, not wanting you to leave but he has to give you the space and time that you needed. “Tomorrow.” He frowned, “Why so soon?”

“Don’t worry Gray, I’ll be back. I’ll only be gone for a week, two max.” You gave him a knowing smile to at least try and ease him a bit.

The three of you continued to eat your breakfast, laughing and enjoying each other’s company just like how it used to be, but different at the same time. You guys still had the same bond like you always did since you became friends, but Grayson and you just happened to have something more.

2 weeks later…

You got off of the plane in a rush, excited to see your two goofballs again after 2 weeks of being apart. Even though these two weeks have been very refreshing to you, you still missed the loud and obnoxious yelling, the messy rooms, the crazy antics and the presence of two complete idiots.

Justifying what you just thought, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the two boys waiting for you, holding up a sign that said ‘Welcome Back (Y/N)!’ like you’ve been gone for over a year.

Once he saw you, Grayson lets go off the sign and darted straight towards you, but you just giggled at how cliché he is, slowly walking up towards him. He lifted you off your feet as he hugged you tightly, spinning you around making you squeal. He placed you back down and kissed you ever so dearly, not caring if it was too much PDA. “I missed you.” Grayson whispered between the kiss. “I missed you too Gray.”

“Okay that’s enough, I need to hug my best friend too.” The two of you pulled away, turning around to see Ethan with his arms wide open. You gave him a hug, him spinning you around just like what Grayson did, getting dizzier by the minute. “I missed you dork.” Ethan chuckled messing up your hair as he pulled away. You groaned, swatting his hand away. “I missed you too dick.” You retorted, messing up his on hair for revenge.

“The two of you are extra as fuck.” You lifted up the sign, shaking your head at the messy hand lettering, but loving every bit of it nonetheless. “That’s Grayson’s idea, not mine.” Ethan held his hands up, pointing a finger towards his brother.

“At least I know how to be sweet with my girlfriend.” Grayson glared at Ethan, sticking his tongue out. Mature, very mature. “You are definitely sweet Gray.” You walked over to him, giving him another kiss on the lips, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist.

“Can you two please save that in your rooms so that we can go now?” Ethan covered his eyes again, jokingly of course. He likes to see the both you this happy, it makes him so happy as well. He might bitch about you guys having too much PDA but that’s just for banter. It makes him so glad to see his  brother and best friend so happy to have each other, to be together.

You and Grayson rolled your eyes at him. You and Grayson held hands as you walked your way out of the airport leaving Ethan to deal with your luggage.

“Should we keep him up all night tonight?” Grayson asked cheekily, wriggling his eyebrows at you teasingly before glancing back at his brother. “I heard that!” Ethan called out, shooting you two a glare, your suitcase in his hands rolling behind him.

You and Grayson laughed, looking at each other with the same amount of admiration, knowing that what you guys have, this is something special, something that’ll definitely last a lifetime.

The End.

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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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Snapchat AU (Ethan): this is the first edit for the snapchat series. i hope y’all enjoy it and tell me what you think? i love feedback 💗💗

The twins are 18 and already own a house and a Porsche…..meanwhile I just ripped apart my room looking for a dollar in quarters so i could buy a soda from the gas station

Life Swap (Grayson)

Warnings: Mentions of cheating & sexually explicit content.

Summary: The twins agree to swap lives for a day, but it also means swapping girlfriends. After a day together Grayson can’t deny the feelings he begins to develop and neither can you.

Word Count: 5.2k+

Note: I couldn’t help myself seeing the boys latest Instagram and Snapchat posts. 🙈 Also part 2 is here

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Imagine: College student Ethan, majoring in English and wants to be a teacher. You’re in math together, he sits behind you, and every day he always asks for a piece of paper or pencil, all shy too. But finally he asks you for a coffee date and looks at you like this, nervous to say that he actually really likes you and never needed the pieces of paper or pencils (but you already knew that).


[More DT Imagines]

pictures of ethan in your phone consist of:

- selfies he took from him being sick

- SLEEPY ETHAN

- candids of him smiley and giggly

- ones of y’all kissing, or maybe those silly ones when they touch tongues n’ shit (DOES THAT MAKE SENSE??)

- idk i feel like random pictures of his eyes, lips, and hands would be roaming around somewhere

- ones of y’all squeezing each other’s cheeks

- THE CUTEST/SEXIEST MIRROR SELFIES

- mirror selfies of you straddling him, with his hands on your ass

- short videos of his head on your chest, and you mindlessly playing with his hair

- probably videos of him eating your out, or sucking on your chest

- pictures of him in front of cool graffiti walls

- videos of him complimenting you, “damn baby, you look so good.”

- pictures of his “fucked out” face

- pictures you take of him when you guys go out on dates

- maybe he’s recording this time, and it’s a video of him smacking your ass and you running after him

- aW PROBABLY CUTE PICTURES OF HIM HOLDING FLOWERS OR SOMETHING

- pictures of hims grabbing your boobs

- some more smutty ones, his fingers in your mouth, him looking up at you from in between your thighs, his hands wrapped around throat etc.

- IDK IF I SAID THIS ALREADY BUT, SQUISHY ETHAN

- off guard videos of him like, “are you recording me?” aNd a soft little giggle at the end

- ugly yet cute off guard photos of him

- videos of him exposing his neck full of hickeys

- ones of you holding his hand and him looking back

- small videos of him saying “i love you.”

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ILL MAKE ONE FOR GRAYSON SOON, AND ILL MAKE SMUT VERSIONS OF THIS FOR BOTH BOYS. ALSO PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK, I LOVE WHEN YOU GUYS LEAVE COMMENTS TELLING ME HOW YOU FEEL :)

Serpents [E.D]

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Summary: You were the perfect girl next door and had been in love with Grayson for as long as you could remember. However, when he rejects you the night of Spring Formal, fate reunites you with his twin brother; an old friend you adored that had no choice but to be raised by the Southside Serpents.

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