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The usual bullshit Nothing much to report here. Though I’m thinking of spamming your blog with dirty comments cause I’m bored and in a good mood.-SE

id be down w that

tuesdaygirl8055

flawless

paint-megray

click to see the full picture.. i mean if you want…

graysonsbitch

Omg this is so cool

ddolanss-deactivated20190214

WTF how

So I've been away, I feel as though it's Spanking time. What's up?-SE

hey babe nothing much on my end you

majesticdolans

Requested

punishmedolans

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the best

tuesdaygirl8055

watching this gif like 67898694 times

kxtiejxck

thank me later !

punishmedolans

deeper-dolan-understanding

I don’t know who made this….

BUT I AM SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK, to my CORE!

So this is how they are going to look, at, what, 35?

THE WORLD IS NOT READY!!!

WOW!!!!

I’m speechless!

I’m the Colin damn Firth, in “The King’s speech”…

I need help!

I need to say the God’s prayer, just so I won’t sell my soul to the damn devil, for them. LOL

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they will be the hottest dads ever

lavenderhoneywriting

Ummmm

thedolansaintshit

I JUST PEED

dolanfics

Thunder (Grayson)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

The rain pattered hard against the bedroom window of your apartment. The thunder boomed loudly, rattling the walls. It rarely rained in L.A. but on the occasion that it did you were bed ridden, dressed in nothing but a baggy t-shirt of Grayson’s and some panties. You stretched your limbs before peering at your phone that read ‘7:15 A.M’. Ugh. Still too early but you were too awake by now to fall back asleep. Your heart quickened at the sound of the thunder rumbling. You turned your head to see your boyfriend snoring quietly, for once, beside you. You watched his muscular chest rise and fall with his breathing. His hand was tucked behind his head with his mouth slightly agape. You sighed in content. How had you gotten so lucky? He looked too peaceful to disturb so you quietly crept out of bed, careful not to wake him, and headed out down the hallway and into the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator and chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to figure out what to make for breakfast. Finally settling on some bacon and eggs you closed the refrigerator, jumping when you were met with a sleepy Grayson. He squinted at you before reaching up to scratch his head with a yawn. He was dressed in nothing but some tight boxer briefs that knocked the air from your lungs momentarily. “Morning, babe. Why are you up so early?”

His voice was groggy and thick with sleep and you could feel the shivers going from your head all the way down to in between your legs. You were a sucker for his morning voice. “It’s only 7:30.” He nodded his head towards the clock on the stove. “I know.” You pouted. You felt kind of silly but thunder always had a tendency to keep you awake. You weren’t really afraid of it but it wasn’t your favourite either. It rumbled again and your body tensed. Grayson, studying your worried expression, reached forward, gripping the hem of your, well his, t-shirt. He nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling the remainder of your perfume from the day prior. You ran your fingers through the soft fluffy strands of hair at the base of his neck, placing a kiss to his earlobe. “I just couldn’t fall back asleep. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” You could feel Grayson nod against your head. “I can’t sleep without you next to me.” Your heart fluttered. Even after two years he still had a way of making you melt with his words alone. Grayson pulled away, his sleepy eyes meeting yours. “I think I have a way of sending you right back back to sleep.” Suddenly you were being swooped up by his strong arms as he carried you bridal style back to the bedroom. Breakfast was long forgotten as you giggled wildly, wrapping your arms tight around his shoulders. Grayson placed you down on the bed gently, leaving kisses all over your neck before pulling away and gripping your ankles. He pulled you to the edge of the bed causing you to let out a small gasp. He wasted no time when he hooked his fingers into your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them somewhere across the room. He crouched down onto his knees until he was eye level with your sex. He gave you a seductive stare, his tongue swiping over his lips before burying it inside you. You cried out in ecstasy, your hands flying to his hair, back arching off the bed, as he sent you to climax over and over again. You may not have had your breakfast yet but Grayson surely had his.