#e blurb

because my family isn’t doing anything Christmas until the 26th and I have nothing else to do

home for the holidays doesn’t always mean you have to return somewhere.

just a big pile of dumb, ridiculous fluff. happy Christmas Eve🎅🎄⛄️

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“I can’t go home for Christmas.”

Grayson looks up from his phone as you mope into the living room, tossing your purse and keys on the couch cushion beside him before climbing onto his lap. He pouts and wraps you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple as you cling to him and nuzzle your nose into his warm neck.

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry,” he murmurs. You sigh when he swipes a palm across your forehead to smooth back your hair. “What happened?”

“My dad just found out he might have gotten exposed at work.” You take a deep breath, holding back tears that would do no one any good. He’s in the exact same boat as you — minus the potential risk of his parent having the virus — but it still wouldn’t be fair to him if you sat here and cried about it. “I just really was hoping I’d get to see family, at least for the holidays.”

Grayson hums a little and brushes his lips against your forehead once again; he understands all too well the struggle of beinf an out-of-state transplant in these times. “Well, lucky for us, we’ve got our own little family in this house, right? It’s not the same, of course, but it’s more than a lot of people have.”

He’s right. You mumble some semblance of agreement and squeeze him tight. You’re still upset, but the familiar smell of his cologne and the feel of being close to him is already assuaging some of your anxiety and sadness.

He hugs you back, and you can hear the reassuring smile in his voice when he speaks again. “We’ll have a party on Christmas Eve. I’ll have Adele order all the shit today; we’re gonna this the best, most festive Christmas we can, babe. I’ll make sure of it.”

Christmas Eve arrives before you know it. If 2020 has taught you anything, it’s that time is the most fickle and outrageous concept of them all; you feel like it was yesterday that you hung up the phone with your mom after finding out you’d have to cancel your flight home, when it’s really been just over a week.

You’re returning back from your apartment with a carful of presents and the other half of your closet to hang up in Grayson’s, to find an excess of Christmas decor has exploded in the twins’ house. Kristina stands precariously on a stool while she hangs a garland across the back doors, Ethan standing protectively behind her with hands held at the ready to catch her rather than simply helping her pin the other end of it to the wall. You giggle and shake your head, making your way to the den to dump some of the presents under the tree. Mando and Adele are stringing multicolored lights all across the room, which is sure to set the vibe right when the Christmas movie night starts later.

Your favorite sight by far, though, is the one you see upon entering the kitchen once your car is completely unloaded. Grayson, in a Santa hat, scooping out thumbprint cookies onto a baking sheet, singing along adorably off-key to the Kacey Musgraves rendition of ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ that’s playing through all of the nearby alexas.

“You’re so cute,” you grin, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek before reaching down sneakily and pinching his ass.

Grayson curses with a little yelp, but chuckles with you as he ducks down for a proper welcome-home kiss.

“Gotta make Santa his cookies,” he says, grinning against your lips, then puckers them a couple more times before pulling away. He sets the bowl down and starts mashing imprints into the dough.

You reach up and squeeze the pompom on the end of his hat and quirk a suggestive brow at him. “You look like a Santa to me. And I might have a special cookie for you later tonight.”

Grayson’s own arched brows shoot up until they’re hidden beneath that sexy swoop of dark hair you love so much. He pushes too hard on one of the dough balls, squishing it much too flat, but he doesn’t even notice. “Yeah?”

You nod and pick up the jelly jar from where it sits on the counter next to a batch of already baked and cooled cookies. “Yep.” You lick and suck the remnants of the sticky sweet from the spoon that rests in the jar, eyeing him up and down. “I may have even bought special packaging for it, too.”

You smile widely at his annoyed laugh, watching him shake his head and get back to work to distract himself from the mental image of the early Christmas present he’s sure to receive tonight.

Ethan and Kristina are still hanging more garland and bunting all around the house, and you take pity on your friend when you hear her bickering quietly with her boyfriend about him refusing to do anything but be her spotter.

“I’m, like, a meter off the ground, E. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m American; a meter sounds like a lot. And you’ve almost fallen like five times.”

“Only because you’re distracting me and not actually helping!”

You laugh and haul a barstool to where the end of the ‘merry Christmas’ bunting needs to go, shooing Ethan off to help Mando and Adele. What would Christmas be without some healthy fighting from the resident mom and dad?

Decorations get finalized, cooking and baking are completed, and everyone gathers in the living room for some fun Christmas-themed games you and Adele had found on Pinterest. Ryan even makes it over, having made the decision himself to stay in LA as well. Adele passes around more Santa hats and obnoxious necklaces made of big, lit-up Christmas lights to accompany everyone’s ugly sweaters and cozy pajama pants. It’s truly something out of a Hallmark movie, and though you still miss your family across the country, you marvel at the one you’ve built right here — just like Grayson said.

Much later on (technically Christmas Day at this point), after cycling through The Grinch, Home Alone, and Love Actually, Ethan and Kristina head to bed. Mando’s new apartment is close enough that he goes home, taking Ryan with him, and Adele crashes in the guest room. It leaves you and Grayson some alone time to cuddle up together in a bundle of blankets beneath the tree, sharing soft giggles and sweet kisses.

Grayson’s smile is infectious as he nuzzles a dimple in your cheek brought out by your own giddiness — you practically feel the energy of a child in the early morning hours of Christmas, waiting on presents to appear magically beneath the tree.

“Do you think Santa will still come if I fuck you under this tree?” he whispers, kissing your ear softly and making you shudder. The chasteness compared to the dirty nature of his words gets you even more riled up. “In the hat, and that necklace, and whatever special wrapping you mentioned earlier?”

You hum and run your hands up and down his broad back, letting him trail hot kisses now down the column of your neck, sighing happily. “I don’t know. I think rockin’ around the Christmas tree in that way might get us put on the naughty list last moment.”

“More like rompin’ around the Christmas tree, am I right babe?”

oh god this is like my favorite thing to think about

grayson:

baby: this is his go to. remember in the surgery bloopers when he asked for apple juice and he said ‘thank you baby!” to lisa? then defended it with “it’s a term of endearment!!!” I feel like it just rolls of his tongue so easy. he uses it more than your name, whether it’s a simple “hey baby?” question from the kitchen or a proud little “that’s my baby”

gorgeous: he says this mostly in the morning, when you’re in the kitchen with his shirt on, head full of bedhead, little bit of toothpaste on your lips. “good morning gorgeous” is your favorite thing to wake up to. he always tells you how beautiful you are, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, but when he says gorgeous like you’re the only one with that title? you melt

baby girl: you hear this one in two specific instances: in bed, or when he’s comforting you. reminding you that you’re his, and that he’s always going to protect you, take care of you. you’re his baby girl, and he won’t let you forget it.

angel: this one holds a lot of meaning for him. we all know grayson has a thing for angels, the imagery, the protection and peace they provide. so he really thinks about it, ponders it, before he says “I love you angel” for the first time. And he saves it for serious moments, when he really wants you to know just how much you mean to him. cause you’re his angel, you saved him in his eyes.

ethan:

babe: he’s waited his whole life to call someone this, and it’s his favorite thing. casual but cute, and he uses it constantly, because anybody can call you your name, but only he gets to call you babe

munchkin/munch: this one started as a joke, and it stuck. at first you hated it, but it grew on you. he’d use it in little moments, like when he picked you up to put you up on the counter. it was weird, but it was something unique to the two of you that you couldn’t help but love

sweetheart: he uses this one to remind you just how much he loves you. when he’s trying to comfort you, take care of you. “sweetheart let me help” and “it’s alright sweetheart, im right here” 

Never thought I’d need one of these but I think the time has come, especially since I plan to post more🖤

Everything on here as of now is smutty unless indicated🤍

all other blurbs are here 

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Grayson

Oneshots

afternoon delight — you need a nap but Grayson has too much energy to sleep

shut up and drive — fucking in Grayson’s Porsche

west coast love — sunset sexy times in Gray’s new house

more — you want more from your situation-ship with Grayson, but does he?

take it back — sometimes friends with benefits can be so right, and also so wrong

part two🤍

good vibes — best friends get curious together

good taste — Grayson puts his money where his mouth is — or the other way around — after their last encounter. part 2 to good vibes

good times — things come to a head, as it were. the third and last part to this lil trilogy

rockin’ around — home for the holidays doesn’t always mean you have to return somewhere🤍

**

Grayson/MJ (OC)

MJ’s faceclaim and name😊

desert secrets — MJ meets a helpful stranger in the desert that turns out to be more than she could have hoped for; how they met🤍

part two

desperate — Grayson makes his girlfriend desperate for him after posting THE photoshoot pictures for everyone to see

playing games — hot summer days are meant for playing games

bad day — MJ has a bad day dealing with her snotty coworker who wants MJ’s promotion and her boyfriend

hurt — Grayson hurts himself building and MJ takes care of him in more than one way

van life — Gray and MJ take advantage of having a cozy tiny house van and have a beach day with a happy ending

cake for dessert — rainy day sexy times

green — Grayson isn’t a fan of MJ’s very friendly, very male coworker🤍

BLURBS🤍

making it official

nicknames

meeting ethan

secrets

tats and piercings

stroke game

baby girl/1

**

for the win (wip)

after dealing with a lifetime of insecurities, Winnie Walker finally gets the courage to pursue her dreams, with a few bumps along the way. but that confidence may not carry over when it comes to a certain hazel-eyed football player who’s had her attention for much too long. 🤍 (for now)

**

tell me you love me (wip)

from the moment he laid eyes on Melrose Clarkson, Grayson had been positively smitten. Melrose can’t deny the butterflies he gives her either. sometimes, though, a love story is a little more complicated than that. 🤍 (for now)

***

Ethan

(my first E anything, this was a trip haha -- shout out to Pao @persistence-ofmemories, here’s your ethan smut lol)

You’ve been watching him all day. Strolling around the house shirtless with his AirPods in and sipping a smoothie while he conversed easily on continuous business calls. Hunched over his laptop answering emails. Sitting at the table with Grayson while they brainstormed new video ideas and Wakeheart promotional pitches. 

Something about businessman Ethan hit so much different for you. He’s not an overly serious person on the daily, but CEO Ethan doesn’t fuck around. When he’s on these calls, his voice takes on this timbre that’s deep and confident and self-assured. Leaves no room for argument when he knows what’s best for his brands. It makes you clench your thighs and bite your lip as you watch and listen from your perch at the bar where you’re doing your own work for the day on your laptop.

But he can also get extremely caught up in it, in the perfection and responsibilities that are required when you’re a self-made businessman. Sometimes it’s hot and endearing, and sometimes it’s frustrating. Tonight, it’s frustrating. 

The type of horny that can only be satisfied by sucking dick is one you experience incredibly often since you started dating Ethan Dolan. It’s different from the craving to have him inside you, or to eat your pussy, or even just to have his lips on yours in the sexiest, sloppiest makeout session. All of your sexual desire gets channeled on his magnificent dick, and making sure you satisfy him completely with your mouth.

That’s what you’re feeling as you crawl into bed with him one night, both of you freshly showered and both of you in his clothes. The hot water and your fingers in your solo shower had done little to stave off your desire for him, but you give yourself credit for trying; he has to be up early for a meeting tomorrow, and you know how tired he is. It’s why he let you finish the dishes alone so that he could get a head start on his nighttime routine.

You take in how adorable and sexy he looks all fresh and clean and sleepy, with his damp hair and bare chest and cute striped PJ pants. He’s lying on the comforter and scrolling his phone, waiting for you to join him before he huddled under the sheets for good. He says it makes him anxious if he falls asleep before he knows you made it to bed safe and sound, which you find equally ridiculous and heartwarming.

You mean for the way you hover over him on your hands and knees to be innocent, even if your mind and your pussy say otherwise. The goodnight kisses you drop to his lips are supposed to be chaste. But he tastes like toothpaste, and he smells so good, and you’re just flooded by Ethan. You wish you could be really flooded by him, but you flop down on the bed beside him with a little groan.

“What?” Ethan asks with a chuckle, tossing his phone on the nightstand before turning on his side and propping his head on his elbow to look down at you fondly.

His free hand comes up to comb through a damp chunk of your hair, and you hold it there with your own. You turn your cheek into his palm and kiss the fading ink there, looking up at him with doe eyes. “Nothing.”

“Hm. Seems like something.”

You can’t help but let your eyes trail down the masterpiece that is his body, your gaze lingering obviously on the natural bulge and distortion behind the stripes that are pulled taut across his lap from the way he’s twisted.

Ethan bites his lip and sighs, his thumb caressing your cheekbone affectionately. “Fuck, baby I’m sorry. I’m just so beat from today, I don’t know if I have it in me tonight.”

“I just wanna suck you off so bad,” you whisper. You thread your fingers through his chest hair, then trail the tip of your finger down the line that bisects his pecs and abs until it reaches the waistband of his pants. “I’ll make it fast. I’ll do it just how you like.”

Ethan’s breathing has already picked up, because he’s male and 20 and exhaustion be damned, his beautiful girlfriend is telling him she wants his dick in her mouth.

He nods, and pulls you by the cheek to kiss him, always one for at least a little bit of romance in these situations. You moan happily and indulge him for a few moments, your hand starting the process off by squeezing his cock through the thin fabric of his pajamas. He’s already swelling against your palm, and you grin at how easy it was to get him here.

Here, with his pants pulled down past his thighs, your nails raking over those tattoos while you suck on his balls and stroke his dick rhythmically to get him exactly where you want him.

And he’s almost there when you can’t resist having it in your mouth any longer. Your moan is muffled by the head of his dick as you wrap your lips around it and suck gently, introducing it to the warm, wet heat of your mouth. It’s quite literally watering for the salty sweetness of him, and you’re only turned on more by finally getting the taste.

Ethan lies back on his pillow, fingers carding through your wet hair to guide you as you start bobbing up and down on him, your eyes closed in concentration. The way he stretches your mouth and throat, the quiet but empowering sounds he’s making above you, everything about sucking him off is making you crazy. You make it sloppier, go deeper, spit bubbles of drool back onto his dick to make it an even smoother fit when you suck him back into your throat with a satisfied moan of pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Ethan whimpers. Your eyes open and look up at him at the same time that he raises his shoulders off the bed so he can have a better look at what you’re doing. His cheeks are flushed, he’s got an arm curled behind his head, and the way he’s crunched up makes his abs work deliciously. His utter sexiness makes you determined to go down as far as you can, gagging slightly.

He loves that, his hips thrusting off the bed seemingly of their own accord as he lets out a loud, boyish groan that has your pussy absolutely drenched. You push down on the little devil tattoo at his v-line with a giggle, popping your swollen lips off the tip of him. Ethan’s chest heaves, and he shakes his head with a little smirk as you duck down to give his balls some love again. They’re big and heavy and you love them almost as much as the cock in your fist.

You can tell he’s close by the way his legs are trembling nearly imperceptibly, but you can feel it beneath your palm resting on his thigh. You grin, and say, “Cum in my mouth, E,” right before directing his dick back between your lips and sneaking a thumb behind his balls to press firmly on his taint.

“Oh shit... oh fuck baby, yes,” he hisses, and this time you don’t stop his thrusts as he starts giving you exactly what you asked for. Hot spurts fill your mouth and pool on the back of your tongue and you work him through it with smiling eyes and a hand massaging his sac.

When he’s done, you admire his softening dick one more time before wiping him off with your oversized shirt and pulling his pants back up for him.

Ethan murmurs a quiet thanks and hooks his hand behind your neck to pull you down for a deep, lingering kiss. You’re pretty sure he can taste himself on your tongue as his own slides along it, and the thought makes your thighs clench tightly.

“Your turn?” he asks once he pulls back. You look at him, at the post-orgasm tired mixing with that of the long day, and smile down at him fondly.

“Sleep, baby. It’s ok,” you tell him softly, stroking his brow tenderly. It makes your heart warm at the way his eyes flutter closed at your touch, but you know he’s got enough left in him for you to fuck with him a bit. “I got what I needed from you, my vibe can do the rest.”

Sure enough, Ethan cracks one hazel eye open. “I see how it is. You’re just using me for my body.”

Ily too babe☺️

Grayson is def more hands-on — in the most literal sense — in that situation, because that’s just his nature. Cuddling you up to him, offering massages, brushing your hair, holding your hand on the walk he insists you take together. Washes every inch of you with your loofah and favorite body wash in the shower later, maybe even makes you cum with gentle yet dexterous fingers. Snuggles you in bed and talks it out with you while he plays with your hair until your chest feels a little lighter and your head a little calmer.

morning pancakes with boyfriend E

1.4k, short and to the point lol

warnings: just smut

***

“Are you just gonna sit there and watch me all morning?”

Ethan stands at the stove, shirtless as usual, flipping pancakes and humming along to the Mac Miller song playing through the Alexa. You think this must be the 21st century woman’s version of whatever men in the 50′s loved about coming home to see their wives dolled up in a cute apron and working away in the kitchen. He looks way too good for this early in the morning — or at least as early as 8:30 AM feels right now, anyway.

You’re sitting on the marble counter of the kitchen island cross-legged, in nothing but his hoodie, clutching your empty plate after having already polished off the two pancakes he had given you. You suck a stray bit of syrup off your thumb with an obnoxious smack, and grin. “Yep. I like watching you slave away for me.”

He eyes the finger lingering by your lips with a smirk before checking one of the pancakes. “I hardly think putting shit in a blender and pouring it onto a hot pan is ‘slaving away,’ but I’ll take it.”

“Hey, it’s more work than I was gonna do by eating blueberries straight from the carton,” you point out, dragging your finger through the pool of syrup on your plate to catch some on purpose this time.

Ethan slides the spatula under the last of the pancakes on the stove and places them on a separate plate to join the others that he’d made. The gas stove turns off with a sharp click once he turns the knob to ‘off’, and he looks at you again just as you suck your finger in your mouth rather unattractively, as far as you're concerned. His eyes darken, and you flush behind the hood you’ve got raised over your head; if you knew he was in that kind of mood already, you would have at least tried to be a little more seductive about it.

Trying or not, Ethan doesn’t seem to care one bit, because the effect had been there. He moves to stand in front of you, takes your plate out of your hands, and sets it on the counter behind you. His hands hook under your thighs, and he drags you to the edge of the counter, forcing your legs apart from their folded position so they can wrap easily around his waist. 

You giggle and hook your wrists behind his neck for balance, and he brings one hand to pull your hood down and fluff out your hair. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked better — all fresh-faced in the morning after a good night’s sleep, in his clothes, lips sticky from the breakfast he made you.

Your fingers play with his hair, long enough to be threaded through and tugged on in that sharp, playful way he likes so much. Sure enough, he lets out a tiny little grunt, and you smile at the renewed heat in his eyes. “You look like you wanna eat me.”

Ethan smiles at that. “I do. Are breakfast appetizers a thing?”

“I don’t think so. But I’m willing to be the first.”

You drag him to you, the countertop making you even in height with him so it’s a simple reach to get his mouth on yours. You moan at that first touch of his lips, already capturing your lower lip between his and giving it a seductive little nibble before fully diving in. His tongue coaxes you lips apart, delving into your warm mouth to explore the sweetness there left by the syrup you had been enjoying just minutes ago.

His kisses never fail to make you weak, but you’re already ready for more. You push down on his broad shoulders, and he follows without hesitation after one last swipe of his tongue across your lips. He sinks to his knees, and something about him looking up at you with the marble beneath you and the other pretty aesthetics of the nice, clean kitchen — the last place you should be doing this, even if Grayson is set to be gone on his morning surf outing for at least another couple of hours — makes you twice as desperate for him.

Ethan hooks his fingers into the sides of your tiny sleep shorts, and you plant you hands on the countertop behind you for leverage as you lift your hips so he can pull them down your legs. He tosses them to the side and pushes the hoodie up over your hips before your ass meets the solid cold surface of the counter again. In the back of your mind you consider how unsanitary this is, but who gives a fuck about that when Ethan Dolan is spreading your legs wide and dragging his soft, warm tongue through the heat of your pussy?

You moan lightly and slide your fingers through the dark strands of his hair, your clit throbbing at the way he looks up at you, pupils blown out and arousal clouding his eyes. His fingers press harder into the insides of your thighs as he sighs and burrows his face deeper into your pussy now that he has the addictive taste of you on his tongue. The slick muscle swipes broad and firm up your slit a few times, then slips into your hole to fuck you with it. 

Encouraged by your increasingly loud whimpers and moans of pleasure, he gets sloppier with it, sucking on your pussy lips and licking up the juices seeping out of you. At one point he just sticks his tongue out, and you groan as you lift up on you hands with your legs hooked over his shoulders to drag your hips over his mouth, the firmness of his tongue pressing just right against your sensitive flesh.

Ethan moans this time, loud and low and rumbly as he grabs your hips and forces you back onto the counter, blanketing his mouth over you to collect a pool of wetness on his tongue before capturing your clit with a harsh suckle. You shriek and pull him tight to you by the hair, throwing your head back.

“Fuck, E, that feels so fucking good!” you groan, dipping your head back down to rest your chin on your chest to watch him work you over with his practiced expertise. 

Ethan hums around your clit and smiles, pulling back with a shake of his head. “Your pussy tastes sweeter than maple syrup, baby. Tastes so good,” he says, watching your face intently as he brings a thick finger up and slips it inside you slowly. 

He follows it with another one, then reattaches his mouth on your clit with a sigh and pushes against the back of one of your thighs with his free hand. His tongue flicks against your swollen, throbbing clit slowly a few times, then circles it before suckling on it persistently once more, his eyes shut in concentration. The fullness inside you with his digits pumping steadily and the consistent rhythm of his mouth on your clit is all you need to get you there and get you there fast.

You pull hard on his hair, forcing his eyes to open and look up at you. They’re dark with lust but shine chocolate brown in the morning sunlight streaking through the back doors and windows. Your hips jerk against his mouth at the sight coupled with the sensations he’s creating in your center. “I’m gonna cum, E, don’t stop...don’t stop!”

He doesn’t, and he groans as your pussy spasms tightly around his fingers, your clit pulsing wildly against his tongue as he works you through it with gentle movements. Your chest heaves, and you grin happily through the last few waves as you finally come to your senses again. 

Ethan stands up, looking extra proud and extra sexy with your wetness coating the lower half of his face. You take his cheeks and lick off the shiny slickness from around his lips and chin, then kiss his mouth slow and deep.

“Still have an appetite for breakfast?” you ask playfully, squeezing him to you in a hug as he wraps his muscular arms around you.

That’s so cute lol. And so on point, because we all know how much Ethan loves to troll. So while Grayson’s got you huddled in a corner, your champagne-soaked tongue making him as drunk as hell ever be, Ethan snickers and comes up close with his phone.

And when the flash goes off, right in his face, Grayson wheels around with kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair, his fist clenched at his side. Ethan captures another snapshot of that expression reminiscent of the time he tricked Grayson into thinking the bronco had been destroyed, pure rage contorting his features as he searched for the perpetrator violating his (and your) privacy. When he finally registers it’s just Ethan, who’s laughing unabashedly in his face now, Grayson just mumbles “oh, you ass,” and shakes his head at your amused smile when he turns away from his brother.

“I just wanted a pic, bro, to remember this special night we’re supposed to be celebrating together.”