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moreclaypigeons · 4 months
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Voted for the girls! Dealers choice for doodle
- @hellawrath
Thank you for your service o7 sorry for leaving this in my inbox for two weeks
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A Taako for you
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weneedatdcharacterwho · 10 months
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We need a character who hate watched all of Total Drama and is there for the sole purpose of making fun of Chris and the show
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totalpollsdrama · 4 months
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marshmallowloves · 3 months
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MWAHAHAHA SURPRISE I wanted to make u a lil smth so here u go I hope u like it,,,,,,,,
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WhOOPS I FORGOT TO POST THE FIRST ONE GJDHG SORRY (and also forgot to post this with a comment like a dummy fjdhg)
But WH
FRIENDO????? HELLO????
WHAT IS THIS LOVELY GIFT IN MY INBOX!!
You made her so cute wtf....thank you so much for this I'm dying 😭 ohmigosh I gotta give you something now. YOU'VE DONE IT NOW >:O
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Cliff: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?
Arlo: I'm a knife.
Sierra, from across the room: He's the little spoon!
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songswiththesamename · 3 months
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Selena Gomez;
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Louis Tomlinson;
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Twin Forks;
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WILD;
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Alex & Sierra;
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td-hateblog · 11 months
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Happy White Sierra Wednesday!
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roleplayfinder · 2 years
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M/M Grey Man + MCU roleplay (Six & Marvel Male Character)
Hey! Weird ask here but i’ve just finished The Gray Man and I’m obsessed with Six. I want to run with the fact it was the Russo’s and put Six into the Marvel world. We’ve got the CIA, but there’s SHIELD and SWORD… Agencies who’d want an asset like Six working again. Doing things that the Avengers might not always want to do or need to know about. Maybe he goes in when the Avengers are fighting and gets a hard drive. Maybe he puts a bullet in someone who might otherwise have ended up in a cell. All of this so that, when there’s no mission, he and Claire can stay relatively safe.
I want a M/M romance so bring me your Marvel men and let’s find a way to fit them in, to bring Six and them together. I love angst, darker themes… Open to anything and everything, i’ve got no limits! Would love plenty of tension between the two, disagreements on their methods etc etc
I love side characters so would especially love a partner interested in exploring them too. Claire and Six’s father-daughter bond is my favourite. I want to see Claire leaving her safe corner of the house that Six tucked her in and shooting a superhero in the foot because they looked like they might hurt Six. I’d also love to feature Miranda! We can make Carmichael and Brewer pop up - the figure they’re working for perhaps some MCU villain. And I’d love to write in some characters for your guy too - friends, family, whoever he has let’s bring them in!!
I am 21+, write multi-para to novella style on discord and love ooc chatter, plotting, headcanons and sharing everything we find for our characters. Please don’t reach out to write if you aren’t fairly available as I am not currently in the market for a partner who can only get a response out every couple of days or once a week. I’d also love if you tell me a bit about yourself when I approach you, particularly your chosen character and any thoughts on him and Six!
Like and I will find you in your DMs or just reach out to me!
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kat-ri-elle · 2 years
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sierra just recommended this game and i'm starting to think that maybe it was a mistake to allow him specifically to send things to my blog x
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kokofromwattpad · 11 months
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THE BELOVED SERVANT
Featuring: The Agriche Family
Plot: You have been working under the Agriches for all your life. The family held you on an extremely high pedestal of excellence. After all, you are their beloved servant.
Cw: yandere!Agriche family x GN!reader, ooc characters (obvi), unhealthy habits
A/N: I was re-reading 'The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother' and this idea just kinda spawned from it.
LANTE AGRICHE:
Lante had originally hired your then pregnant mother to work for his family since she was one of the best and most submissive servants he's met. He also hired her because of the fact that she was pregnant, which meant that he would have another servant working under him for free. Since you grew up surrounded by insanity, blood, gore and death, you were quite used to it by the time you had turned 16. He decided that he would have you accompany him and son, Dion, on beast hunting whenever your schedule was open. You also went along just to get some practice in and build some muscle. He is forever surprised at how strong you are and kinda admires your strength and power.
SIERRA AGRICHE:
Sierra was very close with your mother and actually became best friends with even before you were born! She loved spending time with you and would spend hours upon hours speaking about you with you. Whenever you left her side, she felt a feeling of paranoia go ever her in waves, which gets stronger the longer you are away from her. When you would return to her, she would try and beg you to never leave her side again as she was worried that you would get hurt (even though you could take out a fully grown man with one punch in the jaw).
MARIA AGRICHE:
You were often ordered to help at Maria's many tea parties. The only reason why you did not die when you were younger for making any mistakes was because you had a cute round face that Maria just swooned at. She would sometimes even pinch your cheeks so hard that it would turn red and swollen. One time, when you made an accident by spilling some tea on the ground, your mother slapped you on the back of your head for doing that. Maria, having seen all of this, grew furious with your mother and banished her to forever live in the dungeons of the estate. Maria consoled you afterwards and even taught you how to maintain a better posture so that an accident like this would not happen again.
DION AGRICHE:
Dion and you grew up together, since the both of you were close in age and had similar hobbies and opinions. Dion always liked training with you and whenever you would beat him, he would always just smile and admit defeat with a kind grin on his face. Later, when he started going through puberty, he developed a massive crush on, but because he is just such a great actor, you never noticed or just didn't care to acknowledge it. One day, Dion ordered that you get dressed up in your finest clothes, and when you were done, he snapped a photo of you and placed it in a long golden locket he specially bought just for this.
GRIZELDA AGRICHE:
Grizelda has had a special attachment to you. She loves it when you do her hair in the mornings and trains with you in the afternoons. Whenever you were ordered to feed the beasts, she would stand in the corner and just admire you the whole time, she knew that you were strong enough to survive without her assistance. Grizelda sometimes makes you take walks with her by the greenhouses and the two of you just talk about anything and everything that there is to be spoken about.
ROXANA AGRICHE:
Roxana saw you as a figure of power and skill. She would watch as you would drag toys by their hair with one arm to the dungeons for one of her unnamed half siblings to play with. When the poisonous butterflies hatched, even though it caused her a lot of pain, she would always have at least one of them near you that she can keep updated on your whereabouts. When the two of you were younger, she loved it when every night, you pull up a chair and read her bedtime story so that she sleep better. After her brother died during the test, she would cling to you where ever you were to keep you safe and sound. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would let you play and style her hair, it calmed her down and made her feel content.
JEREMY AGRICHE:
Jeremy actually picked up his cheekiness from you when he was still young and impressionable. No matter where you are, Jeremy can and will find you. He is always clinging onto your arm while you do your everyday tasks. Whenever you go beast hunting with his father and older brother, he would always cry and beg that you wouldn't go so that you could stay with him. But when Dion forcefully places you on your horse, he is cursing at his brother like he is in a bar fight. Once you arrive back with your winnings, he praises you and your skill and beg you to teach him so that he can become strong just like you, his role-model.
CHARLOTTE AGRICHE:
Charlotte is an attention hog, even more that Jeremy if that's possible. She loves watching you drag toys as if they don't weigh anything. To put it simple, you're her torture buddy. When the new toy went to her older sister instead of her, she went crying to you while you were sleeping to try and gain your sympathy. You honestly just comforted her so that she could let you sleep in peace. Whenever you show off even an ounce of her strength, she claims you as hers and will comment stuff like, 'That's my assistant!'
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cleoluvrr · 5 months
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high school sweethearts (rafe cameron x reader) II
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these are the requirements, if you think you can be my one true love
WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, dub!con, choking, domestic violence, substance abuse & addiction, controlling behavior, coercion, manipulative behavior, stalking, toxic relationship, attempted suicide ,kook!reader
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“i’m sorry…” you whispered in a broken voice. tears streamed down your face uncontrollably as you avoided your boyfriend’s piercing gaze. 
he ignores you, jaw clenching as he buckles you into the seat of his truck. you could feel your heart palpitate when he slams the door shut and walks around the front to enter the driver’s side. the impending doom of what you were to face later was making you sick to your stomach.
the house in the background fades away as rafe pulls off; kiara and sierra–your younger sister–left standing in the driveway dumbfounded. 
your parents instructed you to escort your sister to kiara’s house earlier that day. not that she wasn’t old enough to go alone, but she was to be under strict supervision after running off with her friends a couple of weeks ago. they didn’t even want to let her go, but you promised that you would make sure she stayed out of trouble like the good older sibling you are.
what you didn’t know before you agreed to this was that you’d end up at john b’s, or that you’d be there for hours. you left during the daylight, and by the time you noticed how much time had passed it was already too late. 
the service in the cut was shotty; you could barely receive a call or a text, let alone make one. so when you finally got back to your side of the island, you were shocked to find dozens of missed calls and texts from rafe. you told him that you were going to be at kie’s house for a while to watch your sister, and that you’d be unavailable. 
what you also didn’t know was that he would come by to make sure you were actually there.
when you finally arrived back at her residence, her parents were there on the porch making conversation with a pleasant looking rafe. they smiled at you politely and let you know that they’d take your sister home so that you and rafe wouldn’t be late to your dinner reservation.
you didn’t have a dinner reservation.
your fate was sealed the moment you were forced to get in the car with rafe alone. you held your tears in until kiara’s parents returned inside, but they fought their way out the moment the man crossed the yard to meet you at the end of the driveway. kiera tried to pull you away from him, but you waved her off to keep her out of his path. it was best that they didn’t get involved in whatever you had coming.
“do you know how many times i called you?” rafe broke the silence between you. his voice was very calm, which only instilled fear deeper within you. you didn’t want to pull out your phone to check, but you were worried about what he’d do if you got the answer wrong.
your head shook side to side as a response.
“i called you twenty–three times, y/n. twenty-three fucking times that you didn’t pick up the phone.” he received a gulp from you, the excessive number causing your eyes to widen just the smallest amount. “do you know how worried i was? don’t you know to answer the phone when i call you?”
“i didn’t have any service…”
his blue eyes sliced you in half at the sound of the defensive reply. your own eyes lowered submissively as you cowered closer to the car door.
“maybe you would’ve had service if you weren’t in the cut.” he snapped. “you don’t have any business being over there.”
you looked over at him in confusion. how did he know you were in the cut?
it wasn’t like you let him know you were going to hang out over there–you weren’t that stupid. nobody knew you were there except for three of you and john b, and none of them would ever tell rafe where you were. you had terrible service so you know he couldn’t track you; so how did he find out?
“what are you talking about?” you didn’t deny it, there was no reason to, but you were genuinely curious.
“don’t play fucking dumb with me, y/n.” rafe snarled at you from the driver’s seat, the harsh tone causing you to flinch. “you think i don’t have people keeping eyes on you?”
“you have people watching me?” the confession was not surprising to you, but it was n less off-putting to hear him fully admit to it. “are you fucking–”
insane? that's the question you were going to ask.
you cut yourself off before it could tumble out of your mouth. rafe hated it when you called him crazy, and you were already in enough trouble. rafe’s eyes pulled away from the dark road to deliver an accusatory glare in your direction. the silent exchange was enough to have you sewing your lips shut with the imaginary needle you kept in your back pocket for moments like this.
“am i fucking what?”
“you don’t…why do you have people watching me, rafe?” you avoided the questions; it’s not like  he would like the answer anyway. “i’m an adult! i don’t need you following me around town like i don’t know what i’m doing!”
one of his hands lifts off the wheel before slamming back down, the contact creating a sound that fills the air of the car. his knuckles were white from the steely grip he had on, so tight that you worried his fingers would leave indents in the expensive material.
“i wouldn’t have to if you just–just stop doing stupid shit, y/n!” his voice rose even louder than yours as he scolded you. “i tell you to stay away from there because it’s not safe, and you know that. your sister may think she’s a pogue, but you aren’t–you have no reason to be out there this late.”
“i told you i had to watch sierra! i didn’t know we were gonna be over there that long.”
“you shouldn’t be over there at all! that’s what i’m trying to fucking tell you!” the car veered to the right sharply before straightening back out. rafe took a deep breath to reign himself in from the frustration that had long begun to boil over into anger. “if i have to tell you again…”
you tried to keep your eyes on the road purposely averting your eyes from the steely blue of your boyfriends. 
the car slowly pulled over to the left side of the road again, this time with intention as it came t a full stop. your head was jerked to the side when a strong set of fingers dug into the flesh of your warm cheeks. rafe’s rough hands forced you to give him your full attention, every one of your senses overwhelmed by his bone-chilling presence. 
“don’t make me have to tell you again.” the authority and finality in his voice left no room for arguments. “do you understand me?”
with his fingertips pressing into the hardness of your teeth, you nodded the best you could. your wide eyes stared into his hardened ones; like a prey trembling out of fear of being trapped in the jowls of a stalking predator.
“yes…” the words sound strange coming out of your squished mouth, but he understood. 
“i hope so.” his tongue pokes out of the side of his cheek.
before releasing your jaw, a kiss was placed upon your lips by the man keeping you in place. it was over faster than you could fully process what was happening, the skin tingling as rafe pulled away. his hand traveled up your face to the top of your head to stroke your hair affectionately before retreating to its position on the steering wheel.
you swallowed thickly as he steered the car back onto the dark, empty road. 
it was nearly impossible to put up a fight with rafe about anything that actually mattered, you told him not to put tracker on your phone–he did it anyway. you told him that he couldn’t make you quit your job at the mall–you put in your two weeks notice a week after that. you refused to wear the sterling silver necklace he bought you, the one with his name engraved on it. it made you feel like a pet, like you were wearing a collar to show everyone who you belonged to. 
the jewelry weighs a thousand pounds as it rests between your collarbones. you hadn’t taken it off since rafe put it there the day he threatened your life.
he simply scared you too much to go against him. it's easy to just call them intimidation tactics, or to tell yourself that he’s just bluffing. believing that was much harder, however. rafe wouldn’t let you defy him without consequences, and you knew that for a fact.
unconsciously, your own fingers raised to run along the two week-old fading bruises rafe left around your neck. the ring was distantly hand-shaped and covered by the thinnest layer of makeup you could use without it being obvious that there was any in the first place. it was a reminder of the control rafe had over the smallest parts of you–how there wasn’t a single thing that he wasn’t able to hold over your head.
including the air you breathe.
it made you feel sick. not the power he had over you, but the fact that you still loved him. you wanted to tell yourself that it was stockholm syndrome; that there’s no way you truly loved him, you’ve just been together so long that your brain has tricked you into believing that. there had to be a logical reason behind you staying with him for so long before you broke things off. something in your brain’s chemistry had to have been altered to not immediately call the police after he broke into your home and plainly told you he’d kill you, when he pressed down on your trachea with intentions of stalling your access to air.
you could search for the rest of your life to find the logic behind staying captive in the relationship you had, leaving nothing from the deepest points of the ocean to the unexplored darkness of space untouched–and still find nothing.
there was no denying the butterflies you felt when he looked at you, or the way your heart fluttered when he showed you the bright whites of his teeth in a show-stopping smile. you couldn’t explain away the pain you felt when he showed up at your window in the night time, crying and covered in the marks left behind by his father. when he kissed you, nothing else in the world mattered besides the feeling of his lips on yours. his touch made you feel weightless and gave you tingles that traveled bone-deep.
the same hands that brought you pain have brought you the most genuine feelings of happiness that you couldn’t put into words. the man that has been the reason behind your darkest days has also been the cause of your brightest ones–nothing about that was logical.
you were in love with him, and that was the gut-wrenching reality of it all.
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castieltrash1 · 7 months
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omg. sierra six smut with perhaps choking?? 😊😊
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dom!courtland gentry x afab!reader; smut, reunion sex, choking/breath play, mentions of weapons/missions ♡
Courtland’s palm is rougher than you remember it being before he left. When his fingers dig into the side of your throat, restricting the airflow to your brain, you feel less like one of his targets and more like his weapon. The submissiveness of your position is rendered obsolete by the way he grips you, your body becoming an extension of his own. It’s as if he’s imagining the hilt of his knife or the stock of his pistol when he touches you, the sensations of his mission lingering despite the fact that it ended days ago.
His gaze is sharp, icy blue eyes thawing slowly in the presence of your warmth. He’d been overseas this time, the trip back cutting two days out of what was already bound to be a short break. When his thumb presses firmly against your artery, you’re reminded of the fact that even though he always washes off and patches himself up before coming home to you, his instincts don’t leave; the way he touches you is always reminiscent of something more.
You hiss through your teeth as he rests his weight against you, buried so deeply in the heat between your thighs that it’s no wonder your lungs are desperately fighting for air. The sheets beneath you gather under your knuckles and you feel one of your legs twitch helplessly, adrenaline kicking in as your body seeks leverage against the mattress.
“Shhh,” Courtland soothes, his other hand cupping the bend of your knee, holding you still and opening you up to him all at the same time. A gargled sound escapes your mouth when the change in angles lets him sink even further inside you, forcing your sensitive clit to rub against his firm body. The edges of your vision begin to blur before he eases an inch or two of his cock from your throbbing cunt, his grasp loosening. “Breathe, breathe.”
Your chest burns as it fills with sharp, cold air, and Courtland only lets you take a few shuddering inhales before his mouth meets yours, the dryness of your palate wettened by his eager tongue. His kiss goes from desperate to gentle in a matter of seconds, and when he pulls away with the hint of a smile, you know he’s finally come back home.
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totalpollsdrama · 4 months
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horsegirl
ok then.
This poll misses out some very crucial horsegirls, I've made an updated version here.
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drivinmeinsane · 8 months
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Thoughts on Sierra Six as a romantic partner
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He's afraid that he's going to end up just like his father, cruel and negligent. Six still frets despite you reassuring him that if he cares enough to worry about it, it means he's nothing like his father. He loves you so much that he would disappear forever if it meant your safety. He's scared shitless when it comes to his own feelings about you. It takes the longest time for him to say the words "I love you". He only smiles for you and Claire. He's got a very dry sense of humor that only comes out around the two of you. He always remember the minute details. Six would never forget an anniversary. He does routine things for you. Do you like to have coffee in the mornings. He'll have it ready at the perfect time for when you walk into the kitchen. Do you always take a nightly shower? He has the water running at the right temp the instant you decide to jump in. He may not verbally say a whole lot, but it's clear in his actions how much he cares for the two of you. He's terrible about putting his own needs first. Whenever either of you have even the smallest injury or mildest illness, he silently stresses non-stop. Some nights, his fears for your safety rachet up so high that he would pace a trail into the ground for hours if you don't catch him and stop him. He's putty in your hands the moment you grab his arm to halt him. You always manage to put him at ease with your reassurances. Despite his schedule, he makes a concentrated effort to be present. During family game nights, the trained mercenary isn't afraid to use every tactical advantage he has (including cheating!!) because he knows he'll get thrashed otherwise. He didn't grow up with anything resembling a healthy childhood (or adulthood) and one of the byproducts of that is how inexperienced and unequipped for most games or leisure activities he is. He's well practiced at cards though, and you and Claire have to play him two against one to stand a chance. He adores physical touch. Hugs and light punches in the arm from Claire always ease some of the permanent tension on his face. From you, he enjoys so many things. Allowing himself to lightly doze after your adopted daughter goes to bed is made even better if you gently run your fingers through his hair while he lays with his cheek pillowed on your thigh. All he knows is duty and self-sacrifice. He spent years making sure emotions didn't get the best of him, but that all changes once he has a family. He never thought he would get to have a partner and a daughter. He has such tender emotions for no one else. He has such loyalty for no one else. Six spends most of his days expecting the other shoe to finally drop. He is certain that you'll grow tired of him one of these days. He has nothing to offer you but himself. The man can't seem to fathom that you stay with him because he's him. He never meant to tell you the name his momma gave him in another life, but it slips out one night while the two of you are sitting together. You gently take his hand and repeat it. He thinks that hearing his name in your mouth might be what finally kills him.
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He always takes his time with you. You're something special in his life that he can never rush or take for granted. You get to feel the intensity of his undivided attention. When it's time, pleasuring you is his only mission. He won't rest until you're completely satisfied, even if he goes untouched. His own gratification is secondary to yours. Six's favorite way of having you is wrapping his muscular arms around your thighs and holding your legs pinned wide so he can provide oral. He gets off on servicing you (Has he came untouched while doing so? Yes.). He's not a submissive man. Either in or out of the bedroom, but for you, he'll be soft and yielding. He draws the line at most pet names, given the Lloyd situation that occured in Prague. While the concept of a quickie doesn't cross his mind, sometimes he can be rough in his desperation. There's been jobs he's come back from where his grip is close to bruising and he tosses you on the bed like a ragdoll (with your enthusiastic consent of course) no matter your size. He's vocal during sex. Six doesn't talk much, but his grunts and growls tell the story of just good you make him feel. He's always hoarse the following morning.
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ofravensflight · 23 days
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Missed the last couple bc dysphoria and lack of energy but here's a lazy submission for tummy tuesday
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@catboybiologist hai Sierra~
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sierrascribbles · 1 year
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To the anon with the scara pp request, may I humbly remind you
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LMAOOO scara stans r the horniest ppl on earth methinks!
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