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[xplrerdolan]

y’all ever read something that makes sparks of desire shoot out of your chest & down your arms? yeah❤️

could you write something about grayson making love with his girlfriend and he goes in raw for the first time and doesn’t pull out cause it’s so good? love ur writing btw

The problem with getting to fuck raw the first time is that it’s the anticipation as much as it is the heightened sensation. He can’t stop thinking about how good it’s going to feel, how much harder it’ll be to uphold enough stamina to keep his pride intact.

He’s got two fingers deep inside you and the thought that his cock is about to be feeling that soak makes it twinge hard.

‘This pussy is gonna kill me,’ he tells you, dragging his hand through his hair as he pulls his fingers out and spreads the wetness on his rock hard cock.

You love it when he talks like that. It stirs you up and makes you want to say the filthiest things you can think of so he knows what it feels like.

‘Fuck me,’ is all you can really muster at the time—not creative exactly, but it has the intended effect.

Grayson hauls both of your legs onto his shoulders and lines up his cock, exhaling a steadying breath and blinking heavy eyelids as he starts to push inside.

‘Fuck—baby, you good with short and sweet?’—a nervous laugh—‘I’m not lasting.’

You smile, feeling powerful, enchanting, a little mean. ‘Please fuck me,’ you moan, giving him soft eyes, clenching good and tight over and over until you see him give in.

He keeps looking into your eyes as he starts moving, setting his jaw hard like it might help him keep it together.

‘Tell me how much you like fucking me raw, Gray,’ you ask him, your voice whimpering as you work yourself up with your own words as much as you do him. ‘Tell me how good it feels.’

Grayson looks like he might tell you to shut up, which you makes you giggle deviously, until he folds you up tighter and fucks you harder so your sounds become wordless, highpitched, purely fucked out of you.

‘Fucking perfect,’ he groans, deep and raspy and low down so you feel it on your cheek, in your pussy too.

You turn and mouth at his jawline, intoxicated by his breathing by your ear and the fast, wet sounds of his dick wearing out your pussy, chasing more and more of the tight grip and bare wet heat.

‘Fuck—I can’t, baby, I have to—’

You writhe under and around him, his desperation sinking through into you, the desire to have him come inside you verging on an absolute need, enough to blank out your mind.

‘Do it,’ you say, the word please silent but loud.

Grayson trembles as he comes inside you, grunting like it’s the last pull-up of the last set, like it hurts him to come that hard. He keeps moving in and out, but slower, watching with his chin on his chest and his hair brushing your skin.

He lets your legs fall out and down as he settles on top of you, his heart pumping hard and his dick flexing, tugging on his stomach muscles and making him wince.

You stroke the back of his neck and up into his hair. His breath is shaky on the deep inhale, and then with a sheepish smile in his voice he murmurs, ‘Sorry, baby.’

You kiss his warm neck. Clench on him with a giggle. He pulls out and stares at the nut leaking out, closing his eyes, too much.

You slip your hand down and feel it, sliding your fingers in to start fucking yourself, suddenly needing your own orgasm badly. The way Grayson moves your hand and replaces it with his own is territorial, fierce even, and you grip the sheets instead, letting him fuck you with his fingers until you come with a hard shiver and a whine, digging your nails into his forearm.

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Heheh idk if my request sent 🥺👉👈 possibly a Colby angsty fic where y/n is having a really bad day and comes home to Colby crying and he comforts her? Only if you want tho, ily Bb 🥺❤️

u sent this so long ago but here i am, trying my best to finish ONE THING while i’m working on like FIVE THINGS. anyways i love u 🥺

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Every hour of the day seemed to weigh heavier on your shoulders by the time you were getting out of work. You’d been late that morning because your alarm clock had somehow managed to get unplugged, resulting in your boss’s impatient voice being the first thing you heard when you woke up. After getting ready in a panic, there was, of course, traffic on the way there, making your anxiety spike while there was nothing you could do about it.

When you’d walked into your job, you had sighed, thinking the worst of the day was over and now all you had to do was get through the day until you could go home. But, no. That’s not how things went.

Your boss chewed your ear off some more about being irresponsible and how there was no excuse for being as late as you were, despite having very valid, though unfortunate, reasons for why you’d been late. There wasn’t anything you could do but take it; as is the way with an abuse of power.

When you finally clocked in to work, you were completely swamped all day. You were grateful when your lunch break rolled around, especially since you hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, but once again, your boss told you off. He said you didn’t get to have a lunch break that day since you were late, and that the time you’d lost during the morning could be made up during lunch.

You went back to your desk, fuming and extra irritable from being hungry. You typed away angrily, which you regretted as soon as your spacebar suddenly stopped working. Anger quickly bled into another bout of panic as you tried desperately to fix it yourself without having to tell your boss, but why would that have happened?

Facing your boss once again, you were met with more anger and unnecessary insults on your overall work performance. With each word that flew from his mouth, he chipped away at your ability to remain calm and collected, leaving you nearly at your breaking point when he sent you to request a new keyboard. You sent in the request and tried to take care of any tasks that didn’t require a keyboard.

Finally, you made it to the end of your day, feeling like a husk of the human you once were. You texted Colby that you were on your way home and that you’d be there soon. You just wanted to stop somewhere to pick up food and get home so you could just unwind for a bit. As you waited in the drive-thru line, you massaged your temples until you pulled up to the speaker.

You ordered your favorite fast-food treat, only to be told that, unfortunately, they were all out of one of the essential ingredients they needed to make your order. You couldn’t even respond, you felt so defeated. You drove away and tried to fight the heavy, suffocating lump in your throat as you made your way home. You focused completely on not letting your tears spill over; you did not want to cry. Not while you were driving, and honestly, not at all. You just wanted to be able to go home and go directly into your bed, under the covers, and sleep until the next morning.

You parked in your usual spot and kept your breathing steady as you walked through the front door of your home. Breathe in and breathe out, you coached yourself, keeping your face neutral as you removed your flats that had been digging a blister into your heel all day. You slowly made your way towards your bedroom, passing the living room as you did.

From inside, on the couch, came the cheerful greeting of your boyfriend. “Hey, babe,” he called, standing up to meet you in the hall.

You were more focused than ever on not crying. You turned and forced a tiny smile on your face, not wanting to unload all of your burdens onto him. He had such a busy life, and you knew in your heart that he had to deal with a lot more than you did on a day-to-day basis, so you didn’t want to add any more stress to his life than he already had.

Once he reached you, he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You were holding it together pretty well... until he asked, “How was your day?” with a sincere smile.

You could physically feel the fascade you were hiding behind break. Just as instantaneously as it cracked in half, you went from a tiny smile to hiccuping sobs.

Colby’s face dropped with concern, the suddenness of your tears catching him off guard. He pulled you into his arms with a wide-eyed expression on his face, trying to figure out how he could blink and miss the moments between you being seemingly okay to you being inconsolably upset. After a moment of trying to figure it out, he decided it wasn’t really that important to know—what was important was finding out what had made you upset and what he could do to help.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your back. You buried your face in his chest, not wanting to confront how terrible you were feeling despite being at the mercy of your own emotions—you had no choice but to let it out, even if you wanted to choke it all down.

“Why don’t we go to our room?”

You nodded at Colby’s suggestion, keeping your head down to hide the expression on your face. You held his hand and he let you lead him upstairs to your shared room. Walking in after you, Colby closed and locked the door to make sure you had total privacy. Before he could start to comfort you again, you were moving around the room, taking off your business casual clothes, all while you tried to explain through angry sobs as coherently as you could why you were so upset.

You furiously scrubbed the makeup off your face while you detailed the way your boss seemed to have it on his agenda to ruin your life today. You clumsily stepped into your fuzziest pair of pajama pants while you exasperatedly explained how hungry you were and how many times the day kept you from sitting down to eat. You unclipped your bra from under your shirt and threw it haphazardly across the room, landing somewhere near your laundry basket, before launching into an account of how you managed to break your keyboard and how your boss berated you for it. By the time you had finished ridding yourself of evidence that the day had even happened, you had gone through the events of your whole day, all while speaking (and often screaming) through sobs that had been contained for far too long.

Colby sat on his side of the bed, listening patiently as you got ready to relax, his expression a mix of concern and sympathy. Under the surface, he was fuming about how poorly your boss had treated you today—he wasn’t necessarily a great boss to begin with, but he really took it too far this time. However, he would save that anger for another time; you were the one who needed to let off some steam at the moment.

When you had finished recounting your day, you took a deep breath, your breathing coming out unevenly as you got out all of your anger and were left with feelings of sadness and frustration.

“Come here,” he said softly, opening his arms wide and sitting back against the pillows to allow you to cuddle into him comfortably. At his simple command, you hurried over and climbed into the bed next to him, grateful for the haven his embrace provided you.

It was hard to believe a little while ago you thought you’d be able to keep all of your emotions bottled up inside you. You continued to let everything out, not holding back on any sobs or sniffles. Colby, supportive as ever, encouraged you to stay cuddled up to him for as long as you needed. One of his arms hugged you tight against him while the other continued to caress you in a calming manner.

“I know today was really shitty and getting through it was really hard, and I’m really sorry you had to go through all that,” he began, his voice gentle and low. “But I want to remind you that you did get through it—all of it, even things that you had every right to give up on. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that you decided to quit on the spot as soon as your jackass of a boss even breathed near you.” He earned a tiny chuckle from you as you started to calm down. “Seriously, though, you pushed through a lot today. It would’ve been completely reasonable for you to not go into work after waking up that late, but you pushed through. I could totally understand if you told me you snapped at your boss after he chewed you out, but you pushed through. You could’ve done a lot worse than break your spacebar, and if I were in your position, I probably would’ve—but you pushed through that, too. You even kept pushing after you broke it and couldn’t get any more work done at your computer. And the fact that you didn’t set fire to that fast-food place after they couldn’t make you the only thing you wanted? Your self-control is truly admirable!”

You were giggling softly as Colby continued to compliment you on how you managed to make it through everything you had, looking up at him from where your head was laid on his chest. You could see his smile get bigger with every tiny laugh he coaxed out of you, and watching him get happier as you got happier truly made you feel a million times better. And you had to admit, he was definitely right—you had persisted through a lot that day, maybe even more than you should have.

“I’m proud of you. You’re such a strong person, and I love that about you,” he said, his voice a lot softer now. “You make me want to be strong, too.”

Your eyes were welling up again, but not from negative emotions. Instead, you were overwhelmed with gratitude and love for the man next to you. At a loss for words, you simply reached up and pressed your lips against his, letting your lips do the talking for you.

When you pulled away, you whispered, “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. I’m glad I could help,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

As if your stomach could sense you were done letting out your emotions, it growled loudly, making both of you laugh. “I’ll order some food now, okay? We can stay in and watch a movie or something. Whatever you want,” Colby said, pulling out his phone to start placing an order.

“That sounds perfect,” you said, kissing his cheek before laying your head against his chest again.

It was funny, you realized, how you had imagined that Colby must’ve gone through so much worse in his daily life that you felt you definitely should be able to handle as much as you had and probably more. Yet here he was, admitting that you inspire him to be strong enough to get through his day. You nuzzled in closer, feeling extra grateful and extra humbled as that reality hit you, and you felt warmer knowing you kept each other going.

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to the white readers:

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

you have no right to get mad at poc writers because they write for poc.

period.

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i love you mostest <333

i love you @xplrerdolan

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15, 28, & 37 from the last list💗

15. favorite quote

i don’t really think i have one? but something i live by is “do no harm, take no shit” & also “discipline over disappointment” :)

28. favorite movie

scott pilgrim v. the world is SUPERIOR

37. what tattoos & piercings do you want?

(answered earlier so i copied & pasted my answer!!)

gosh, there are so many. i kinda want my bridge pierced, but i’m on the fence about it. i think i want another nose piercing on the right side of my nose, since i already have my septum & left side of my nose pierced. i’m sure i’ll get a bunch more ear piercings; rn i have 2 holes in my earlobes & my industrial bar. i might also get a tongue piercing, a smiley piercing, aaaaand maybe 👉🏻my nipples👈🏻

as for tattoos, there are too many to count 😭 i know the next one i want to get will be a geometric tattoo of a cicada on my forearm !!

[xplrerdolan]

hi

hi my sweet lil muffin, i love u

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81

81. my top 5 blogs on tumblr

i am PLEADING the FIFTH for this one. i have too many favorites & i love too many people to choose only 5, plus i wouldn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings 🥺

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u are ✨the cutest✨ for this. i love u sm

dani’s a real one y’all 🥺 @xplrerdolan

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THE WAY MY HEART IS WARM AS FUCK AAAAA KRISSS I LOVE U SO MUCH

wait queen i’m in love with your voice 🥺 pls say my name like no one is around u, say baby i love u (dani or daniella whichever u prefer 😖🤍)

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60

60. do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

honestly, both!! i like documenting memories & also taking pictures of cool things, & i won’t lie: i’m pretty in love with myself 😌 so a good picture of me always makes me happy

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42

42. when did i last hold hands?

i hold hands with my sister like every day 😭 so probably today? but romantically, it was before quarantine 😔

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37

37. tattoos and piercings i want

gosh, there are so many. i kinda want my bridge pierced, but i’m on the fence about it. i think i want another nose piercing on the right side of my nose, since i already have my septum & left side of my nose pierced. i’m sure i’ll get a bunch more ear piercings; rn i have 2 holes in my earlobes & my industrial bar. i might also get a tongue piercing, a smiley piercing, aaaaand maybe 👉🏻my nipples👈🏻

as for tattoos, there are too many to count 😭 i know the next one i want to get will be a geometric tattoo of a cicada on my forearm !!

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21

21. shoe size

i have very smol feet, i’m like a 7 or a 7.5 in women’s 😖

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13

13. favorite color

indigo !!

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I missed you darling!!

i missed you mostest baby!!!

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I'm BORED!  Please send me #s!

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i’m terrified of childbirth but can i PLEASE bear your children !!!!!!!

posting again because got scared of anons last time but ✨hi✨how was your day?