Cierra ♡

"You think it's funny making me jealous like that?" Grayson said as he fucked you hard, his hips smacking against your ass, one hand gripping your waist while the other was gripping your hair, making you arch your back.

"I'm sorry daddy!" You moaned, screaming as his hand came in contact with your ass cheek, leaving a red print. He loved seeing his marks on your body.

He pulled you towards him, his chest against your back, his hand around your throat.

"Look at you, slut. So good for me uh? You love when I fuck you like this? Like the little cum slut you are?" He whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe.

You were a moaning mess, tears falling down your cheeks, your makeup all smudged, your body so weak you could feel your legs giving up.

He flipped you over, your legs on his shoulders, fucking you so hard you could feel his dick in your stomach for how deep he was getting.

"Fuck you feel so good! This pussy is so tight for me!" He groaned, choking you. He tapped two of his fingers on your mouth, signaling you to open it. You did so, allowing your cheeks to take his thick fingers, him pushing them down until you gagged.

"You like that?" He said, slapping your cheek. You moaned, nodding. "More please" you begged.

"Yeah?" Grayson asked, slapping your other cheek. He finally came inside of you with a loud groan, pushing his load and keeping it in your pussy.

Grayson’s groping your hips, ramming his veiny cock into you so hard you’re wailing, sobbing face-down onto your little pillow. Your pussy’s literally screaming for a break and you wail “Gray. Gray. Gray,” over and over. Your brain says pleasee stop. But your fucking soul says fucking destroy me and show me what real pain is like, and oh he’s doing just that.

“Babe. Babe. Babe!” Your last wail is a scream for mercy and before you know it you’re coming oh so painfully onto his cock. A kind of painful high that makes your sweat cold and your mouth tremble. Your knees give way and Grayson quickly grabs your hips to stop you from flopping onto the bed. You barely hear Grayson coming too cause he’s left you sobbing so loud. 

“Holy shit. Baby.” Grayson coos and just like that he returns to his sweet, soft self, hovering over your limp body, showering your back with concerned kisses. “Fuck are you okay?” 

6 - “We’re in public, you know.”

17 - “Oh my God, do that again.”

Thank you♥️ Here we go again. I hope you enjoy it, baby💕

•••••••

You were playing with your little black dress pulling it up and down as you Grayson walked around your mall.

Making him groan he couldn’t tell if you were doing it to be a tease or if you had one too many glasses of wine at dinners. To be honest it was probably a bit of both.

“Will you stop that, we’re in public, you know”

You giggled and continued to showcase your blush pink lingerie set you bought days prior. That was until he grabbed your hand and pulled you against him hiding you from the group of teen boys who were keeping their eyes trained on you.

“Knock it off.” He said sternly and you pouted before obeying and groaning as he dragged you into Urban Outfitters.

“I hate this store, can we-“

“Nope, I need to get something for you.”

“Can you at least let go of my hand so I can fix my boots.”

He let go of your hand you bent down to lace up your knee-highs when an unfamiliar hand came in contact with your ass and you popped up mindlessly smiling at the man that passed you.

“What the fuck.”

Grayson again grabbed your hand and dragged you to the cash register buying a hoodie. You tried to read him but something wasn’t clicking he was fighting back his emotions but to what.

“Put this on.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Y/n it wasn’t a fucking question.”

You slipped on the navy blue hoodie that stopped at your knees and he walked you out to the car.

•••••

“Oh my god, do that again.”

He pulled on your hair again as he pushed himself into you fully. You tightening around him involuntarily as you adjusted to his size. He wrapped a hand around your neck and made you look him in his eyes.

“You gonna wear a longer dress next time?”

He questions and you nod as he starts thrusting slowing your nails digging into his back your breath getting caught in your throat. As he speeds up the first thrusts always got to you something always made you lose your breath.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”

you answer but it comes out as a broken moan as you felt your orgasm approaching. He pulled you off of him sitting you in the passenger seat of your car making you groan.

“I fucking hate you.”

“You wanna cum, I would suggest running after that man.”

You sighed running your hand through your hair

“you are so annoying.”

“You really wanna come with? You really think you can fucking defend yourself if they attack?” Grayson asks, turning to you as you lean against the doorframe of his bedroom watching your boyfriend slip off his dirty shirt from working at the auto shop all day.

You shrug, exhaling loudly, which only aggravates him more since you know he could hear you whisper from rooms away, so what is the point in huffing so loud. “I don’t know you could give me a weapon or something.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” he laughs sarcastically, searching through the closet for a clean shirt.

“Why are you being such an ass? I just want to help my boyfriend?” you grumble, shoulders slumping and a glare taking over your face.

Grayson turns towards you, his eyes stern, and his lips turned up into a snarl. “I already told you no, why can't you get that into your thick fucking skull.” his jaw clenches and his arms cross over his bare chest.

You shrug once again, a smirk appearing on your face. “Aren’t I your disobedient human for a reason?”

He huffs, shaking his head at your immaturity. “You’re pushing it, Y/N.”

“Just let me go.” 

“I said no.” he clicks his tongue.

“Why not?”

“I said fucking NO! Alright? So shut the fuck up about it already!” He yells a loud growl leaving his lips as his eyes flash red at you. 

You’re not scared. Grayson and you have had too many arguments where he has let his temper get the best of him, you know you can push his limits even further than this. “You can’t stop me.” 

“Oh yeah.” he takes a few steps closer to you so he’s towering over you and you have to crane your neck to look up at him. “Watch me.” he spits out, hand coming around your throat to push you back against the bed.

Grayson doesn’t care if his bedroom door is literally wide open, he pounds you so hard into the mattress that he leaves an imprint of your body in it and makes sure he fucks you so hard you are unable to stand up from the bed without your knees buckling and your legs feeling like jelly.

Grayson looks down at your weak body, panting hard and cum spilling out of your sensitive pussy as he does up his belt. “I think it’s safe to say you won’t be going anywhere tonight.” he slips his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum deep inside you, making you moan out and arch your back. Leaving a soft kiss on your lips, he shoves his fingers into your mouth and watches you clean the mixture of his cum and yours off his sticky pads. 

Summary: Grayson fucking Dolan distracts you as you try to finish your dissertation

Warnings: Rough smut

A/N: Aah this got flagged because of the previous gif 

You sit in Grayson’s dining room on your laptop, frantically researching articles for your dissertation due in two days. It’s 11 at night and you’ve been sat at the same chair and table the entire day. Sure you’ve made some progress but you definitely haven’t reached all your goals for today and the thought of this gets you frustrated beyond belief.

“Grayson. I’m giving up oh my god.” You cry out loudly to him.

OH MY GOD. and you didn’t even fucking tell him.

it was just for you, you didn’t have anyone to show them off to, it was your little present to yourself. you went into the shop alone, got them pierced, and went back home. and you were in love. you’ve secretly been wanting to get them pierced for so long, but would never tell a soul. but of course, grayson wanted you to come over for dinner that night.

at the shop they told you to avoid wearing bras for at least a week, so you decided on wearing a baggy shirt over tonight in hopes it would disguise your new piercings. as much as you would love to tease gray by wearing a tight, almost see through shirt, you were also a little bashful about your new jewelry.

because what if he didn’t like it? you liked grayson, and it was obvious he liked you too, but that didn’t mean you based all your decisions on whether or not he would like it too. but that little voice in the back of your mind made you nervous, because you really wanted him to like it.

you brush it off, grabbing your keys and heading over to grayson and ethan’s. it wasn’t like he would be seeing them any time soon, right?

you let yourself inside, the smell of grayson’s delicious cooking overtaking your senses. you loved when he cooked, even if it was fully vegan. walking into the kitchen, you wait for him to turn around instead of making your presence known.

“hey!” he smiles, setting down the spatula and heating towards you.

and before you have the chance to stop him, he’s pulling you in for a tight hug. you let out a tiny squeak, placing your hands on his biceps as he envelops you in his arms, a soft groan following shortly after. he frowns, letting go of you and stepping back.

“what was that for?” he chuckles out, moving to turn the stove off so he can focus his attention on you. if he didn’t turn it off, surely the food would have burned.

“i, um,” you stutter, moving back to lean against the dining table, “you squeezed me really tight.”

he throws a questioning look at your red face, looking you up and down. something was up, he could tell. you two always gave each other giant hugs and tight squeezes, why did you react so different today.

“really?” he mumbles, placing his hand on his hip while he holds himself up his his other hand planted on the counter.

“yep.” you mumble, nodding your head.

he still doesn’t believe you, but shrugs it off, going back to the food, “okay, we’ll, what’d you do today? huh?”

you blank, trying to search for an excuse. what did you do today? you went grocery shopping, did some laundry and cleaning around the house, oh yeah, got your nipples pierced. pretty average day if you say so yourself.

“nothing, really. lazy day.” you avoid looking at him, tucking your hair behind you ear.

he scoffs, looking at you with a cocked up eyebrow, “are you fucking with me? you’re acting so weird right now, y/n.”

“weird?” you frown, looking at him. he can tell you’re still lying from the way your voice goes up in pitch.

he looks at you knowingly and nods, “what are you hiding from me?”

you swallow thickly, playing with the hem of you tshirt, trying to decide if you should reveal your secret or not. with a sigh you look up at him, he’s not focused on the food.

“do you want me to show you?” you mumble nervously, twisting the material of your shirt in between your fingers.

“show me what?” you’ve got his attention now, he’s turning down the burner to a simmer and facing you with curious eyes, “did you get a tattoo?”

“no,” you mumble, stepping towards him.

you look around the room, checking to see if anyone was about to walk in. you couldn’t believe you were going to do this. but there was no backing out now. you keep your eyes on his, gazing up at him as you slowly lift up your shirt.

“holy fucking shit, y/n.” he breathes out.

his eyes almost bulge out of his head as he gawks at your tits on full display. he blinks a few times, not tearing his eyes away for a second. they flicker up to you then back down, then back up. you giggle at his reaction.

“you did this today?” he finally says, scratching the side of his chin.

“yeah.” you mumble shyly, twisting side to side in front of him.

“wow,” his hand comes down to press over his crotch, making you laugh. he looks to you sheepishly, chuckling, “sorry, they look really hot though.”

“you like them?” you bite your lip.

“fuckin love them.” he doesn’t stop himself from holding onto your waist before leaning down and kissing the tops of your boobs, mumbling against your skin, “bet they’re still sensitive, huh?”

“mhm,” you close your eyes, confidence coarsing through your veins as you hum out loud, “you’re gonna have to wait a while before you get to play with them, gray.”

“so that’s a promise i’ll get to play with them?” he smirks, looking back up to you.

His thrusts are slow but rough, it’s like he’s trying to make a statement with each individual thrust, trying to tell you something. But all you get is a large wave of ecstasy run through your body as his hips snap, the tip of him hitting so deep it has you withering. 

“You like that princess?” He asks, holding onto your hips, before letting his hands explore between the valley of your breasts and loosely wrap around your throat. 

You nod, all your words tuck in your throat and the only thing escaping from your lips are whines and whimpers. Just as his hand tightens, your feet firmly plant on the mattress and to move away from him, hands on his lower stomach to push him back just when it all gets so overwhelming. “G-Gray.” You utter, gulping shortly after. 

He growls as you fall onto the bed, stomach hitting the soft fresh sheets and letting out loud whimpers. Even though he has just filled you up to the brim for the sixth time, his cock is still hard and he wants more. He needs more. The thing about his rut is that he can go for one round or he can go for ten. If he still feels an urge to breed with you after round one, he will go again and he will keep going until his wolf instincts calm down.

His hands grip your hips and he pulls you up, so you’re back on your knees, back arched and face smushed against the pillows. “Grayson, no.” you whimper, reaching your hand out to push him away.

Grayson snarls slapping his hand away. “You really wanna stop? Say the word.” he grits through his teeth, hand wrapping around your luscious locks to pull you up so your back hits against his chest and he can let his other hand reach down and rub against your over-sensitive clit.

You shake your head and let out loud cries at the friction of his fingers against your burning clit. “I can’t take anymore.” you cry, tears running down your face, near sobbing. 

“It looks like you want it.” he rumbles against your ear implying to the way you are grinding against his hand, wanting more even though you are shaking your head. “Do you want it?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock against your dripping wet heat. 

You eagerly nod and that’s all it takes for Grayson to push himself inside of you and watch you jerk and shiver, already feeling your high coming as he hammers into your oversensitive pussy, so hot and ready to milk his thick cock. All it takes for him is to wrap his hand around your throat and keep his fingers moving against your clit to have you squirting everywhere again.

“This is it, pup, gonna fucking knock you up and have you all swollen.” He rasps out into your ear, watching you make a mess everywhere and shake in his hold, his own thrusts getting sloppy from how good you look. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it comes.” and he explores inside you, once again flooding your cunt in his cum, you are literally full to the brim with his creamy seed and he loves it.

And he doesn’t knot. He doesn't knot inside you, he slips out so easily and you know he’s growing hard again. “Are you serious, Grayson?” you ask, completely flabbergasted on how his body still is deep in a rut and believes he hasn’t knocked you up yet.

Tiny house adventures | Grayson Dolan

You and gray test his housewarming gift..

Word count: 913

Warnings; smut! Lmk what you think :)

“shhh” you giggle, pushing gray further into the tiny house that ethan had gifted him. It’s one am, a rare time for your boyfriend to be up, but a little bit of convincing from you later, here you are, shushing each other as the smacking of your lips echoes through the small space.

“i’m sorry baby” grayson chuckles, hands on your waist and under your (his) hoodie as soon as you pulled the door closed. “i can’t help it”

“well, you need to or ethan is going to know” you breathe, his lips on your jaw and face feeling way too good at this time of night.

“i really don’t care at this point” groaning, he trails his kisses to your neck, one of his hands riding up to your naked breast and squeezing the skin, little gasps and moans leaving your throat in response.

“Me either, but where’s the fun in that?” You pull on his hair, to have his lips on yours once again as you back him up against the small table in the room.

Connecting your eyes with his, you let your hands and lips trail down his naked chest and abdomen, until your knees collide softly with the ground, and your kisses stop at his pelvis. You don’t break eye contact, even when your hands drag his swears and briefs down to the floor, letting his semi hard cock graze against your lips.

“don’t tease me mama” you smile at the whine of his voice, still looking up at him, for approval, as you open your mouth enough for his tip to fall right in. “mmm, that’s right”

his eyes close as you suck on it, and you just take the sight in, his hair, his parted lips, his hands gripping onto the table as he leans on it, you want to see him like this always, so fragile to your touch. Your hand spreads the spit around, your tongue peeking out to play and lick at the precum he was already leaking.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ his moans are soft, yet music to your ears like always, and his hand holds the back of your head as you take him completely.

he smiles when you gag, but don’t move as you steady yourself by holding on to his thighs. Grayson’s hand guides your head, up and down, up and down on his cock, and you enjoy the way he shakes when you graze his balls with your hand.

“stopstopstops- baby, stop- fuck” It takes you sucking on his balls and stroking his cock rapidly for him to pull you off, not ready to cum yet, and he pulls you up, turning the both of you so now you were the one pressed up against the table as he yanks your shorts off your body and rubs his head up and down your lips.

“Grays-son!” You yell, and he grunts before covering your mouth with his bigger hand, that practically covers half of your face. You bite his hand as he’s pushed himself inside you entirely in just one thrust, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, humming delighted when his other hand runs up your back until it’s tangled in your hair, using it as leverage. “s-so full, fuck gray” you finally mumble when he moves his hand from your mouth to your tit, squeezing

“yeah? love having you like this, so needy” his hips smack against your own and he can see your ass jiggle when it collides against his skin, making him nearly come on the spot. “What would e say if he saw you like this, so fucked out, wanting more?” He doesn’t expect you to answer, so he thrusts harder, pulling harder at your hair and groaning every time he touches your gspot.

“fuck- fuck me harder gray, i know you can be rougher daddy” Yeah, he feels like he can cum right then and there, it’s not often you pull out the d word, but when you do, he feels like busting a nut instantly.

“what’d you say?? say it again baby, let me hear you.” His hand, the one what was previously squeezing your tit, finds itself moving to your neck, pushing you up against his chest as his hips slapped faster and harder against your ass.

“d-daddy, fuck” you’re squinting your eyes shut and all you can hear besides your ragged breaths is the wet sound of skin against skin, and he finds that since he has you pinned against him by the neck, he no longer needs to hold your hair.

So he untangles his hand from your locks, quickly attaching it to your bundle of nerves, aggressively rubbing circles and figure eights against it to increase your pleasure. He feels dizzy, and his eyes roll to the back of his head when you clench strongly around him, cumming and letting your juices flow all along his cock with a pretty loud “i’m cumming, graygraygray- fuck, i’m cumming!”

this is not weird at all, i love it & love you

You were the one who is the horniest during your pregnancy, it feels as if you are attracted to him every time you see him around the house. Every time you see him cooking, every time you see him working out shirtless, every time you see him just looking like your baby daddy, you combust and beg for him.

“Babe, your 8 days past your due date. Just get some rest.” Grayson says, looking like the most delicious meal, droplets of water dripping off his light curls and his chest steamy and glowing only to lead down to that white towel hanging low on his hips.

You whine, hands caressing your stomach that has your (not so) little bean hiding in there. “Sex is supposed to make him come out faster.” you groan.

“Funny enough, we’ve been fucking throughout the whole 9 months and little man is late.” Grayson jokes, only resulting in you pouting.

Getting extremely heated and needy, you begin to push yourself out of bed, plan to head over to him where he is searching through his closet, and get on your knees to give him the best head of his life.

“No stop there, don’t you dare move,” he says, back faced towards you but already hearing the shifting of your body against the sheets.

“But, Grayson-“

“If I fuck you we’re going slow,” Grayson says, finally turning to you, with a stern voice. Even if he doesn’t want to fuck you slowly, he has to. Too scared that this close to the due date being rough would hurt the baby.

“Then you might as well not fuck me at all,” you whine.

He shakes his head with a laugh. “We don’t have to tie each other up every single time mamas.”

“It’s more fun on my end that way and baby boy inside of me loves excitement,” you flick on the right side of your belly only to receive a harsh kick from him. “See?”

“You saying our baby enjoys us having sex really is going to creep me out.”

“Grayson!”

“What?!”

“Just fuck me!” you nearly scream, tipping your head back and rolling your eyes.

Summary: [2.7k words] You and Grayson are newly weds, experiencing what it’s like to be husband and wife. Every touch, every word, every smile seems different. A good different, the loving kind. Of course you both take it to the bedroom to express your love for the first time ever as husband and wife.

[ @bigdaddygray​ really inspired me to do this, she’s amazing and i love her, please follow her for amazing content]

Warnings: fluff and smut, that’s about it babies

Fresh. Everything between you and Grayson is so fresh. Even though you’ve been dating for four years, it feels like you just had your first kiss last night. ‘You may kiss the bride’. As soon as the priest said them five words, it’s been playing on repeat in your mind for the whole night. The spark between you both stronger than you have ever felt. This is the first time you have ever been so certain about your decisions in life. You are most definitely certain that you married the right man, the man of your dreams, the man you will spend the rest of eternity with. 

After such a beautiful ceremony, a ton of tears, and a handful of kisses, let’s just say you had a real crazy night. The reception was just as beautiful, yet insane as you imagined it to be. It was Grayson’s first night of drinking and he definitely let loose. You hope he doesn’t believe you have forgotten the way them pearly whites hooked into your garter belt and pulled it down as he stared intensely into your eyes. You most certainly haven’t forgotten the way he pushed your panties aside to lick a long stripe along your soaking entrance. 

Due to your lack of energy and both of your inabilities to even stand straight without swaying, you both knocked out as soon as you got undressed in the hotel room. Entangled bare in the sheets together for the first time as husband and wife. Everyone talks about the sloppy, desperate, passionate sex that they have as soon as their wedding is over. You and Grayson however, too tired, settling with an intense cuddling session and a deep sleep to try and escape that pending hangover.

You awake to a cold bed, the sheets wrapped around your glowing skin, and clinging onto them due to the light sheen of sweat that is covering you, purely Grayson’s fault since he is such a furnace when sleeping. You pick up on the light sound of water running from the bathroom and decide to ignore the pounding in your head and push yourself out of the bed, picking up Grayson’s white button-up that he discarded on the floor late last night, clearly handled with much care.

Slipping the shirt on, you only do up two of the many buttons and let the material hang off your shoulder slightly. You catch a glimpse of your hair, messy but still well kept and for some reason, this whole wife thing looks really good on you. The smile on your face and the band on your finger brings everything together.

THIS WAS ME WHEN I WAS BORN WITH MY MAMA 🤣🤣

grayson’s pouty when the small human ceases her cries when y/n’s arms encloses around her as she laid in the hospital bed, slowly recovering from the previous long hours of agonizing labor. layla dolan had cried loudly when engulfed in the arms of her tearful, excited father, but when she’s taken back by her mouth, she immediately quiets down.

“she hates me.”

y/n chuckled. “gray, she does not hate you.”

“she cried with me, but she’s not crying with you,” grayson frowned, glancing down at his feet sadly. “she prefers you over me.”

“gray, she just came out of me. i was her little home for nine months, cut her some slack,” the mom chuckles. “it’s going to take time to bond, grayson. besides, who cares if she’s a momma’s girl? you’re the one who wants ten kids, i’m sure one of them is bound to be a papa’s kid.”

he sighed, smiling softly. perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to him. “yeah, you’re right...”

“but, you know gray... layla is a daddy’s girl, i can feel it in my veins,” y/n smiled, glancing down at the little newborn baby in her arms. she then gasped, “look! she’s breastfeeding, gray! she must have been hungry.”

grayson watched the beautiful sight in awe of his little angel being fed from his other angel. “that’s amazing... you really made a beautiful baby, baby.”

Summary: Grayson won’t stop talking about a baby he met at the supermarket

A/N: Something I quickly wrote about Grayson “I want to be a dad so bad” Dolan! Not my best work lol I only did this for fun.

A lot of fluff and a very annoying Grayson, enjoy!♥️

“That baby was seriously so adorable” Grayson said as he took of his shirt, getting ready to get into bed. “Grayson, Babe! You’ve been talking about the baby all day, just get into bed” you chuckle, slipping into the bed yourself before picking up your phone from the bedside table.

You scroll through Instagram, and Grayson just stares at you from the foot of the bed, “what do you mean?! That baby was so cute obviously I’m going to talk about her” he shrieks climbing in himself, and leaning against the headboard.

“She was only 6 months aswell” he pouts, “wait, how do you know that? You ask before looking up from your phone, Grayson had been speaking about this baby he had seen at the supermarket, when you sent him to get some pads and tampons as your period decided to show up a bit earlier then usual, all day long.

“No way, you fuckin’ asked the parents didn’t you?” You say as you burst into a fit of giggles at your husband, he had baby fever and it was bad. Grayson eyes you “and what? I can’t speak to people now?”

“No no you can speak but please don’t act like a freak infront of others, you’ll seriously have no fans left” you say putting your phone back down and turning to meet your handsome but baby-crazy husbands gaze. He laughed and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not a freak, I just really want a baby” he shrugs, thinking back to the little child he saw earlier. The thought of having a baby to call his own melts his heart completely once again.

“well you’ll get one eventually but not right now, you know I’m busy with my career, it’s at its prime right now. But I promise we’ll have our own one day”

“I know baby, I’m not going to rush you” he replies making you smile and reach up to lay a soft kiss on his lips before pulling the duvet up to cover yourself “I know you’re not but please let’s sleep for now. We can think about babies later” you say drowsily as you yawn.

You had a long day to say the least, two more customers phoned you today and spoke about some project they have for their houses. Being an interior designer could be very exhausting but you loved the creativity of it all.

Grayson hums as he hears your breathing calm by the second, sleep nearly overtaking you. “I think she weighs 16 or 17 pounds” he breaks the silence.

“Who?”

“Bonita”

You turn around and look at him, confused as to who this Bonita was.

“Grayson, who’s Bonita?” You ask rolling your eyes.

“The baby”

“For Gods sake Gray, go to sleep” you mumble clearly tired but you didn’t know how Grayson wasn’t getting it. Instead he laughed, “it means beautiful in spanish, isn’t that the cutest thing? What will we name our kid, I know you want a girl first” he babbled.

If you had the energy, you would have gave his chest a little slap but right now it was 11pm, and all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Grayson, baby I’m saying this in the nicest way possible please go to sleep. Otherwise I’ll rip those tiny chest hairs right off” you complain earning a loud laugh from him.

“Alright alright, keep your hair on. I’ll sleep” Grayson then lies down and pulls the duvet up to cover himself, he then turns the bedside lamp off so the room was in complete darkness.

“But do you not have any name idea?”

Summary: Ethan can’t seem to find it in him to hurt you the way you crave, confiding in his twin brother is something he’s always done. This time when Ethan asks for advice, his gets a lot more than he bargained for.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: All you get is a big fat SMUT warning.

A/n: hi— I’ve been writing an unrealistic scenario as realistic as I possibly can for the umteeth time on this blog. You’re welcome.

“Fuck—“ the sound of Ethan’s moans was something you’d never get tired of hearing. The way his hands fell softly onto your hips to help you ride his cock was a touch as gentle as an angel. Ethan always felt good—he was truly blessed. From the sting that always made your heart stop whenever he’d first slip in, to the way his tip would nuzzle against yours cervix, to the way his shaft would throb against your velvet walls.

“E—“ the nickname escaping your mouth with a moan as you dragged his hand up your body, softly wrapping the slightly calloused hand around your neck and squeezing it for him. His eyes hooded at the sight as his mouth remained open, a drawn out groan of absolute pleasure rumbling from deep inside his chest.

“Please, make me cum baby please.” You begged. Your other hand dipping down to swirl around your sensitive bundle of nerves as you picked up your speed, the gentle slapping of Ethan’s balls hitting the curve of your ass echoing through the barley furnished bedroom.

The second you let go of Ethan’s hand you’d placed around you throat he dropped it as fast as he could, letting it fall to the soft curve of you hip after stopping shortly to touch the hardened bud of your sensitive nipple. His eyes trained on them as you bounced and rolled your hips.

“Ahhh—E, he baby m’cumming! Oh fuck m’cumming m’cumming m’cumming—ooohhh—“ your hands both scratching at Ethan’s chest leaving red raw claw marks in your wake as you clenched around Ethan’s shaft, your pussy throbbing as you saw stars and black dots behind your eyes. Your thighs trembling on either side of Ethan as he thrust his cock deeper inside you chasing his own high.

“Shit—shit Y/n, baby quick, gonna fucking cum—“ Ethan groaned as you rolled off From straddling your broad boyfriends hips to laying on your back with a wicked giggle. Biting at your nail as Ethan mounted your chest—one leg thrown over you as he pumped his cock right over your face. “Ahhhh—“ he sighed as he unloaded his hot spirts of cum over your face. Watching it cover you from your forehead to your chin, your tongue doing its best to chase whatever he gave you.

Summary: [3.5k words] As a strict and persistent Alpha, Grayson sets rules yo protect his pack and allow him to take control. As his human mate, you don’t really work well with rules, but in Grayson’s eyes, being disobedient only leads to punishment.

Warnings: werewolf!grayson/alpha!grayson, cursing & a lot of smut, whoops.

Summer is probably the season with the highest amount of hunters as it is the season where it is easiest to find werewolves. Summer is always the best time for pack training and to start or end pack rivalries.

Grayson asked you to be his girlfriend three years ago and two years ago he realised you were his mate, thanks to his father talking some sense into him and explaining all the obvious signs.

Grayson being the Alpha of the pack means that he is extremely strict, however, he has the softest spot for you, always finding comfort when he is close to you and that is what you love the most. Yet, he is extremely overprotective of you, especially in the summer. In fact, his eyes are always on you. What worries him, even more, is that you aren’t a werewolf and don’t have the same instincts as him or the rest of the pack.

One rule that Grayson sets every summer is the pack curfew, which is that any member of the pack has to be inside of the household between the hours of 12 AM- 6 AM unless they have a valid reason to be out or inform Grayson where they are and why they are there. Even though the pack is known for having the best training, thanks to Grayson’s amazing skills and techniques, Grayson is still worried about anyone facing any kind of trouble, any time past 12 AM is usually the time when trouble comes, meaning Grayson had to set the curfew to avoid unnecessary conflict or issues.

You don’t have a valid reason, yet it is 1:22 AM and you are completely oblivious to the time. It is your best friend’s birthday party and you don’t even know where your phone is, so you are totally unaware of the time and the 23 calls from Grayson and the dozens of texts. Grayson didn’t mind when you told him you would be attending, you even asked if he wanted to come but he decided to stay at home, plus he even allowed you to go to the party with an extra hour on top of the curfew. You aren’t drunk, maybe slightly tipsy, but you are having an amazing time and you have completely forgotten about how Grayson wanted everyone in the house by 1 AM.

Meanwhile, Grayson is sitting back on the couch, his left ankle resting on his right thigh that is bobbing up and down at a rapid rate. His phone is clenched in his hand, eyes stern as his thumb speeds across the keyboard to type yet another message.