cielo

something grayson had always loved about you was that you had a little more cushion than other girls. a little more skin to grab on your hips, and to smack on your thighs. it turned him on to the extreme.

so while you were giving him all you had, bouncing like your life depended on it, there wasn’t much he could do to keep his hands off of you. his palms kneaded into the soft flesh of your ass, fingers dug in to undoubtedly leave a few bruises behind. he even lay a sharp smack to your right cheek, a yelp of pleasure coming from you shortly after.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, throwing his head back forcefully against the pillow behind him when you started grinding yourself down, “just like that.”

he smacked your ass again, loving the feeling of you swiveling your hips so perfectly, skin steamy and in close contact with his. your ass jiggled from the impact and the clap reverberated off the hollow walls of his room.

good thing ethan wasn’t home, he would have dampened the mood instantly. at least that was what you thought because you would have instantly grown embarrassed at his older twin’s presence. you’d shoot off graysons lap with a squeak, so fast he wouldn’t be able to protest or keep you down on him to finish the job.

god grayson loved your ass so much he couldn’t get enough of it. the soft skin on your curves was bright red, white fingerprints speckled across the surface where his prying fingers used to be. so, it wasn’t a surprise when you felt him yet again bring his hand down on your sore flesh, smoothing his palm over the warm spot straight after. all of the blood rushing to the surface of your skin from each slap made your skin hot and steamy. grayson fucking adored every bit of it.

“this fuckin’ ass is mine,” he rumbled with a growl, snapping his own hips up to meet yours, “and this pussy.”

your feathery whimpers of his name echoed in his ear and that only sent him drilling into you harder. his balls were slick with your juices and they were slapping against your underside making the skin there sore also.

it wasn’t long before you were easily coming undone on top of him, screaming his name in a way that made his heart, along with his ego, swell.

he didn’t stop, not for the life of him was that going to happen. he was so damn close, fucking up into you so hard you saw stars behind your eyelids. he had his favorite girl on top of him, the girl he loved most. he was so wrapped up in you that he surprised even himself when he let go finally.

your eyes shot open with a moan feeling him filling you up straight to the brim. as one last little gesture for grayson’s pleasure, you dropped your hand to spread at your pussy lips. his hooded eyes were locked on the spot where your bodies connected, watching as your mix of fluids dribbled out of you as he thrusted slowly still.

Hehe yes I have it

warnings: smut

she’s on top every single night.

she always has him withering underneath her, sometimes in handcuffs when he’s been really bad, bouncing on his hard cock as his chest heaves in pleasure. y/n always sits upon his tatted thighs and rides him like there’s no tomorrow, taking complete control of the situation as she whispers dirty words inside his ear, his whimpers following every time she spoke. she leaves hickeys all over his neck and some on his chest, and if he cums too soon then she spanks his ass until it’s bright red. when he’s really bad, she goes either in two routes; chokes him a bit with her tiny hands, or put him in a cock cage as she finishes herself off on top of him. she’s his dominating girlfriend and he’s her soft little bub, as far as the world can tell.

but that’s just not the truth, is it?

deep down, y/n really isn’t into the dominating role at all. she wants to be dommed, sexually tortured and punished for misbehaving. but grayson’s too sweet and soft to have any of that in him, which she understands, but her craving desires always go unresolved and she has to live with that fate. she loves grayson too much and is just too damn shy to tell him she’s actually submissive.

lately, though, she’s been getting tired of it. quite annoyed, in fact. right now, she’s shooting grayson with glaring eyes as she snipes, “why can’t you just choose the restaurant?”

grayson sighs, not in the mood for a fight - especially one that had unnecessarily been escalated. “i dunno, maybe ‘cause you always choose? is there anything wrong, y/n? it seems like you’re annoyed with me.”

she crosses her arms, shaking her head stubbornly. “i’m not annoyed. i’m fine.”

grayson saunters over to her, a light smirk coating his lips, “i think you are. whatever it is, i’m sorry, care to take it out on me right now? the bedroom’s just over there-”

“that’s just it, grayson!” y/n shouted, finally having enough. “i don’t want to fuck you!”

“w-what?”

“i want to be fucked!”

“oh.” awkward silence filled the room between the pair, until grayson (mistakenly) spoke up again, “so i’ve just been disappointing you all this time, huh?”

y/n sighed, now feeling guilty for her outburst. “no, that’s not what i meant-”

“i haven’t been fulfilling your needs all this time we’ve been together. i’m a disappointment,” grayson repeated through gritted teeth, seemingly angered at him. “god, y/n, why have you been lying to me?”

“i haven’t lied,” she quickly defended. “it’s just... you’re just too nice to fuck me. i can’t just ask you to do that, i just... i’m sorry, this is going to come out so wrong, but you’re just too much of a sub to ever be in control. i don’t think you have it in you... i love you gray, i really do.”

grayson stayed quiet, and that’s when she knew she pissed him off. she truly didn’t know what she expected when her boyfriend suddenly stalked towards her, grabbed her by the wrist, and whispered harshly into her ear, “get into the room, take your fucking clothes off, and bend over the bed.”

her eyes went wide, and she squealed when he slapped her ass, confirming the fact that he was not playing around. she skips off towards the bedroom, where she through off her clothes as fast as she could, following the instructions that she would always give grayson. she bent her naked form over the foot of the bed, awaiting with anticipation and her pussy absolutely throbbing. how long has she been fantasizing about this moment? too damn long, and it’s finally fucking happening.

“you really need to start being honest with me, y/n,” grayson startled her by suddenly appearing in the room, slamming the door behind him. “and also stop fucking underestimating me. i can’t please you? what the fuck? we’ll just fucking see, i guess.”

oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

the sudden collision of his palm against her ass cheek made her jolt forward from the unexpected, slightly painful impact, but grayson was quick to hold her down with one hand while the other struck her bottom. he gripped her stinging flesh and released it, slapping it again with increased force. y/n moaned at the feeling, taking joy in the reversed role in not having to use her hands for once. and it was quite evident that she enjoyed it, as grayson’s two fingers soon plunged deep into her dripping hole.

“look at you, already fucking wet,” he chuckled to himself, watching her squirm underneath his grasp. “waiting to be fucked, huh? i love my pussy so much.”

he continued to thrust his fingers in and out until her legs were trembling from the oncoming release that way about to happen, except he stops and pulls his fingers out. y/n was ready to curse him out when she feels him carefully roll her on her back and takes off his clothes, noticing that he dwindled down from his previous dominating figure to a more gentle soul.

“a part of me was always afraid to dom you... out of fear that i’d hurt you,” he admitted, lips smoothening to a perfect saddened smile. “i have the ability to go fucking hard on you.”

“you could never hurt me, gray,” she assured, knowing that the true reality was that she wanted to be hurt. “and i could take whatever’s coming right now. go as hard as you possibly could.”

he nodded, finally standing in his boxers as he slowly crawls on top of her body. “i will... eventually. just not tonight. tonight, i’ll go at a gentle pace... get you ready for whatever’s coming in your near future... if you keep that bad attitude of yours.”

she nodded, feeling his weight drop down on her as their lips met. the kiss was slow and passionate, her hands scattering into his hair which tugged on the strands, and she could feel grayson shift off his boxers. he spread her legs out after pulling away from the kiss, aligning the head of his cock with her entrance as he muttered, “the safe word is gumdrop.”

she adored the fact that he gave her a safe word.

grayson finally pushed in, taking her completely by surprise when he went all the way, leaving known part of him out when he bottomed out inside of her. y/n gasped and clung onto his arms as he began to thrust himself inside, feeling nothing but absolute warmth.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered softly into her ear, accepting the fact that he’d hear nothing but sputtering gasps and moans from her end. and he loved that. “i love you. you’re my angel, the only one for me.”

she whimpered as he continued his pace that didn’t go to fast or too slow, and as she dug her fingernails into the skin of his back she felt him grab her wrist and pinned both of her arms above her head before adjusting himself back in. her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head as he continued to fuck her slowly, pushing back all the way to just barely graze her cervix to make a point that this was all of him, filling her up. and she felt so full.

“grayson,” she whimpered, soon squealing when she felt him spank the side of her thigh. “ah!”

“not my name,” he growled as a warning, blazing eyes meeting hers which softened at the contact. “you know what to call me, angel.”

“daddy,” she corrected, feeling her heart skip a beat when his head nodded in content and he went back to doing what he did best - making her feel so damn good. so impossibly good that she started to feel the dull ache in the pit of her stomach, just about ready to burst at any moment, “o-oh my god... i’m gonna...”

“cum for daddy, angel.”

at his whispered words, y/n instantly unwinded around him and came upon his buried cock, that still moved and fucked up into her before he was ready to let go himself. their moans filled the air as he spurted the last remnants of his orgasm inside, lowering his tired body on of hers as he gave her a knowing look. “happy now?”

Grayson Dolan

part one - the stares

part two - the gag

part three - the logic

part four - the party

listen it’s rough and desperate.

ethans ragged breathing drives you to bounce on him faster and faster, near twerking on his dick while you ride him - his hands on your ass to guide you up and down, slamming you on his cock harshly, “this pussy is always so fucking good for me angel.”

“you feel so...uhhh you feel so deep daddy...so deep,” you whimper. it comes from deep within your throat, desperate and whiny. panicked from him hitting a spot inside of you that has you crumbling every time. he aims for that spot, jiving into you repeatedly, slapping his hips into your with a ridiculously loud clapping sound that gets you even wetter if possible.

he continues to watch you with furrowed eyebrows, huffing out breath after breath with every harsh thrust into your dripping pussy, quirking an eyebrow at your whining, “you wanna cum princess? do you think you deserve that? think you’ve been nice enough for daddy?”

you’re nodding frantically, feigning the most innocent look you can muster to help sell it, “yes yes yes I’ve been a good girl please please please...”

he’s flipping you over with an animalistic growl, asserting his dominance. he wants to have you mercilessly begging and moaning underneath him while he ruins you. and that’s just what you’re doing.

you’re squirming under him while he reaches down to rub harshly at your clit just to drive you crazier, knowing you will not under any circumstances cum unless he gives you the okay - you know the punishment won’t be easy if you do.

but what you really want right now is to have him pump you full, spilling out and around while he continues to drive his dick in your pussy over and over again. your eyes are rolling back at the feeling of his fingers wrapping around the diamond plug in your ass just to fuck you with it, subtle, but giving you that extra stimulation to drive her crazier. the slow moments drive you to try and rock harder against him, just wanting to reach that high you’ve been holding back for a few minutes.

“hm have you know? you have something to say? use your words kitten,” he grunts out through his gritted teeth, noticing how you’re holding back from saying anything. you were never the one to be excessively whiny, but you need him to fill you.

his eyebrows are tilted down into a frown that looks so sexy on his right now, almost like he’s disappointed he hasn’t broken the fucking bed with how hard he’s dicking you down. fuck you needed him to cum in you right now.

“fill me please e, wanna be full- fuck,” you squeal as he hits that much harder against your gspot, “pump me full daddy please want all of it. give me that cum.”

that does him in, near yelling when he still all the way buried to the hilt, relishing in the feeling of his balls emptying into your fuck hole and your screeching that surely worried the neighbors - angelic to his ears. you got him good with that last part. he had both hands hands on your ass, holding himself firm inside of you, continuing to rock the tiniest bit, to the point to purring when he hears the sloshing sounds of his dick, your pussy, and his cum seeping out onto the sheets.

“like that kitten?” he puffs, exhausted but grinning anyways.

“just like that...so good...so full...fuck no don’t move i w-want you t-to stay please,” you whine, reaching for his hips to keep him there, pressed into you, so warm.

he could have busted another load just hearing you beg for his dick to stay inside of you because you couldn’t bare being so empty. but he obeys and gives you that tender kiss in your lips that makes your heart flutter everytime, smoothing hair out of your face, humming when you suck at his bottom lip for a moment.

and you can’t forget your manners, we wouldn’t want that.

Relax.

Summary : When [Y/N] ignores Ethan just to be on the phone, Ethan gets frustrated and shows her just how angry she made him.

Warnings : slight humiliation and degradation. extremely explicit!

That’s what I had to keep telling myself.

Don’t do it. It’s okay.

I argued with myself for a while, my leg shaking up and down as the anger in me boiled more and more.

I wasn’t just in a salty mood. I’m never this angry for no reason, never.

It’s [Y/N] and her stupid ass, annoying friends.

She was pushing my buttons today. All she wanted to do was talk on the phone all day and fucking gossip.

I love her, of course, but sometimes she just doesn’t know when to close her big ass mouth sometimes.

Now I got to teach her a lesson.

“Baby! Can you,” [Y/N] calls out, pausing to tell her friend to ‘shut up real quick’. “Can you give me the bag of hot cheetos from the top shelf please?”

“Nope.” I sarcastically smiled, “Can you get off the damn phone… please?”

“You’re being an ass, Eth. Just give me the chips please.” [Y/N] glared at me.

“No. Just 'cause you said please don’t mean shit. I’ve been asking you to please get off the phone for two fucking hours already. Did you listen though? Nope. So why should I listen to you? Huh?” I snapped, coming closer to her, her back against the wall as she looked up at me.

“I-I-”

“I-i- Answer the fucking question.”

“I-I don’t know.” She gulped.

“Exactly. There’s not one reason I should listen to you. I tell you what to do. Never the other way 'round. So, when I tell you to get the fuck off of the phone, get off of it.” By now, my chest was pressed against hers, her breathing sped up as my fingers gripped onto her face, making her look at me.

“Please, E.. I’m still on the phone..” She pleaded quietly as if she didn’t want her friend to hear it.

I laughed, a loud, humorous laugh. “What? Am I embarrassing you, baby? Do your friends not know how much of a submissive slut you are for daddy?” I venomously spat, my eyes darkening as she shook her head 'no’.

“Please, E..” She whispered.

“Maybe I should tell them. Better yet, let them hear it for themselves.” I growled, ripping the phone out of her hand, placing it on the couch next to us.

I flipped her around, a low squeal coming from her mouth as I harshly pressed her chest up against the wall, literally ripping her leggings off of her.

Her ass, barely covered by a pair of silky red underwear, was directly in front of my face.

I pushed roughly on her lower back, making her back arch and her ass stick out.

“Hold up your fucking leg.” I demanded, pushing her right leg up.

She immediately gripped it, holding it up. “B-But- the phone. Eth, please!”

“Did I fucking say you could talk!?” I snapped and she shook her head. “Then keep your fucking mouth shut, you slut.”

She whimpered as I ripped off her underwear, tossing the two pieces of torn silk onto the floor.

Wasting no time, I spread her ass cheeks apart, licking up her folds from behind.

My tongue immediately came in contact with her sweet juices, a husky moan in the form of a hum coming from my throat at the taste.

I sucked on her pussy, her lips swelling up from my harsh movements; her pussy appearing fatter from the back.

I pushed my face in even more, the scent of her mango body wash filling my nose, making this experience ten times better.

I was practically suffocating, but I didn’t care.

My tongue reached her little, pink clit; flicking it up and down before nibbling on it.

“Fuck! E-” She yelped, her free hand coming around to grip onto my hair as she pushed me in even more.

I ate her pussy as if it was the first and last time, devouring it entirely.

“[Y/N]!” A loud, feminine yell sounded from her phone, yet all [Y/N] could get out was “E-Ethan! Oh my, mm!”

Her juices dripped down my chin and onto my bare chest as she became wetter and wetter.

I licked all the way from her clit to her other hole, making her entire body jerk forward.

I spat on it, rubbing the saliva around with my thumb as I went back to sucking the liquids that spilled out of her delicious pussy.

“Eth!” [Y/N]’s voice cracked as if she was crying, her grip on my hair tightening. “’M gonna cum, daddy!”

“Go ahead, you whore. Cum all over daddy’s face. Let your friends here just how much of a dirty slut you are for your daddy.” I growled.

Suddenly, her knees bucked and a pathetically loud cry came from her mouth as squirted- yes, fucking squirted- all over my face.

I quickly and harshly rub her clit, milking her for all she’s got as she cried out my name over and over again, begging me to stop rubbing her overstimulated pussy.

I give in to her pleas just as she fell to her knees, my arms wrapping around her and pulling her spent body closer to mine.

She panted heavily, slowly catching her breath. “She…she heard a-all of it, Eth.” [Y/N] whispered, absolutely humiliated.

“Next time, listen the first time I fucking say something.”

Ethan Dolan

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For you @dolandolll ;) 

Summary:  Grayson is hot and he knows it.

Authors note: I saw a post the other day that I can no longer track down, but it said something along the lines of “Can you believe Grayson Dolan really exists?” And that’s how this lil thing started. While I do think it’s very likely the twins are more stuck up than they portray themselves to be, this is a work of fiction and I can’t confirm that Grayson jerks off to his own image… but I also can’t deny it.

Warnings: Masturbation, Self obsession  

Grayson’s heard that some people jerk off when they think about attractive celebrities or perfect porn stars or like, their boss who they secretly want to bang or whatever, but he’s never really thought like that.

Why would he need to think about anything when he has prime jerking off material right here?

He’s in his bedroom all alone one evening waiting for Ethan to get back from wherever he is so that they can film. Ethan did an amazing job redecorating his room - there’s a huge projection screen in front of his sliding glass door at the end of the bed and Grayson hooks it up to his iPhone camera gets to admire his own image as often as he wants.

He’s just relaxing, reading one of the mindfulness books that his mother likes to buy and send in care packages. He’s distracted though, when he sees a notification on his phone that  Teen Vogue has tagged him and his brother in a twitter poll. It’s a simple ‘Who’s Hotter?’ poll, and he totally beats Ethan by about 30%. He knows it’s bullshit but hey, a win’s a win, and the little thrill of triumph grows only stronger when he reads comments about how ‘amazing’ he looks and how ‘totally wet’ his abs make his fans.

Grayson smirks smugly to himself because hey, he does look amazing and the hard work in the gym is paying off.

He turns on his projector app, and props his phone at the end of his bed facing himself, to inspect himself in on the projection screen. He’s dressed in a white t-shirt that makes the fans cream themselves (for good reason), paired with his joyrich sweats. His hair is perfect today and he runs his hands through it, smiling happily to himself when the tufts flop flawlessly back into place.

Grayson can feel himself getting hard, little zing of arousal running under his skin as he thinks about beating his older brother. Thinks about everything else he’s won lately - the best dressed straight male at Coachella (according to many youtubers, thank you very much), how he beat Ethan into the ground at being the best daddy (according to any comment on their videos with Elle).

He runs his hand over his own chest, watching the material of the tee ruck up over his hips, tan skin revealed inch by inch. His skin’s so smooth, everyone says so, smooth and soft and perfectly tan. Tanner than Ethan. He watches himself tug the shirt up higher, pausing to play with his nipples, watching how pink they look, feeling them pebble up under his thumbs. He pinches one of the little buds and it sends a flood of heat straight to his dick, making it chub up even more in his sweats, obvious against the soft, expensive fabric.

Grayson strips the shirt off completely, rubbing at his nipples again as he flexes his biceps. They’re getting enormous, nice and defined, bigger than Ethan’s. Grayson guesses he just won that genetic competition, just like he wins everything else.

He reaches down and palms at his dick, nice and slow, through his pants. The fabric rubs at him perfectly, catching on the delicate skin of his dick. He’s glad he was lazy enough to go commando today. Flicking the tie, he pulls the string, still slowly, teasing himself. He’s in no hurry, and he likes the way his chest is starting to flush with heat, nipples still hard.

He shucks the sweats, throwing them off the bed. Now completely naked, Grayson reclines on the bed again, not touching his dick just yet, just looking at himself on the projector screen.

He really is perfect, he muses. All their fangirls aren’t crazy, they’re just smart. Honest. How anyone could not see how good-looking he is needs their eyes checked. There are people out there who like Ethan more than Grayson, and that’s just ridiculous.

He takes his cock in hand, forming a loose fist around it and pumping in long, smooth strokes. It’s hot in his hand, skin silky against his palm. He’s got himself so worked up by now that that first delicious pull makes a groan bubble up deep in his chest. Realizing he’s alone, he lets it out, throwing his head back and feeling the noise echo deliciously around the empty room.

Grayson pumps himself faster, still watching in the mirror. Biting his lip has a good effect, he notices; it makes it puff up all pink and fat. He licks his lips, watching the trail of shiny spit it leaves. He likes that too, and he spreads his legs so he can get a better grip on himself, running his thumb over the head of his cock a few times.

His dick looks freaking gorgeous, Grayson thinks, all thick and hard, big, the head starting to turn a kind of bruised purple when he’s this stiff.

It’s starting to feel so freaking good. Grayson’s breathing quickens as he jerks himself hard, watching precum start to drip sluggishly from his cock. He spreads it around, makes himself wet, and that just makes it better , all slippery heat. He looks amazing too, all flushed, lips red and nipples stiff, his bicep flexing under the strain of it.

This is the fantasy of his fans, Grayson realizes. Somewhere out there, there are hundreds, even thousands of girls who sneak their hands underneath the covers and rub awkwardly at themselves as they think about him . The thought makes another thick dribble of precum blurt out and Grayson starts groaning non-stop, these thick, shameless noises that come right from the back of his throat. He throws his head back, closing his eyes and imagining all those hot girls, their wet little cunts clenching around their fingers when they think about his dick, about how much they want him.

He can’t see himself when he has his head back, though, so he jerks back to stare at the screen as he works his dick jack-rabbit hard, his wrist cramping, barreling toward climax. It’s basically the hottest show in the world, the way his toes curl, how his chest heaves, how the cords in his neck stand out, and Grayson has the front row seat.

His orgasm hits him out of nowhere, and he sucks in a deep breath as he loses it, arching off the bed and watching thick ropes of come spurt onto his chest and stomach. It’s probably the hardest he’s ever come and it’s all he can do to ride it out, a rough sort of grunting tearing through his throat. He watches himself on the live video as he milks his cock for the last drops of it, drawing it out as long as he can.

When it’s finally over, Grayson collapses back against the bed, catching his breath. He looks completely debauched, come all over his torso, hand wet where it’s still clutched loosely around his spent cock.