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neon-junkie · 3 years
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hello bb may I please request soft Micah where reader and him have been getting along yk (playful insulting, playfighting and that cute shit) and end up just fuckin kissing or something then have a cute happy ending where they end up together? Reader sorta on the same wavelength as him being all cocky and out there because I am a whore for the cutesy shit
work ur magic boo😩😩😩💦💦
omg yessss cocky readers are my fave to write, especially for our ratman!!! also, i’ve never really fired a gun so idk if the detail in this is correct, but hey-hoe
reader is gender neutral, but it’s mentioned that they’re shorter than Micah.
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"I ain't the rifle type," Micah tells you yet again, rolling his eyes as a light snarl crosses his lips. "Just try it," you scoff. He's stubborn, but so are you, and you're not willing to quit until you see just how 'bad' he is with a rifle. Micah's blabbered on before about how revolvers are his style, even calling them 'superior' to rifles and other guns alike; Micah also briefly mentioned that he's crap at shooting them, which can only explain the resentment he has towards them, and you're curious to see just how crap he is with a rifle in his hands. "I have, and I don't like it," he grumbles, attempting to turn away from the conversation. "Well, just show me what you've got-" "-No," he cuts you off. You roll your eyes at his fast rejection, only an idea springs to mind, one where you can play him at his own game. "I thought you were ruthless, Micah. A man whose skill knows no bounds, especially when it comes to shootin'," you comment, batting your lashes, a soft pout on your lips. "I am," he bluntly states.
"Then surely you ain't gonna let a rifle beat you, huh?" Micah sighs, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head. "I know what you're doing," he comments, no doubt because he uses the same technique on others. "Fine, I'll show you exactly why I ain't the rifle type, just so you can stop pesterin' me about it, alright?" "Alright," you grin, no bothering to hide how excited you are. He's made himself out to be poorer than poor, a clown with an unfamiliar weapon in his hands, and no doubt, you'll take pleasure in watching him fail. Micah takes your rifle, snatching it away with another huff. There's still bottles standing on the rocks, seeing as you were testing your own skills not too long ago, with Micah relaxing nearby, lounging about in the spring heat. He jumps straight into it, holding the rifle into position and taking his first shot. You have to bite back a laugh when the rifle almost slips from his hands, narrowly missing his face. He grumbles, but doesn't seem surprise that he missed by a mile. Another shot is taken, then another, and Micah continues going until the rounds are empty. "See, told you," he comments, shoving the rifle back in your arms, only you don't take it from him. "C'mon, let me teach you-" "-No," Micah cuts your offer short, shaking his head as he speaks. He manhandles you, taking one of your hands in his, forcing your palm open, and places the rifle in your open palm, pushing you to take your gun back. "I don't need to be taught. Like I said, rifles ain't my style. But hey, I gave it a try, so are you happy now?" "Nope," you pout. "Just let me see-" "-No." "Micah. I wanna try-" "-No." "You're being a baby," you state, and Micah nods in agreement. "How are you meant to be a 'survivor' if you won't learn these new skills, hm? that I am kindly offering to teach you?" "It's a mindset, sweetheart." Are you wasting your time on this man? oh, definitely. But you're pushy, eager, for whatever reason. Micah is guaranteed to be a tough pupil, but you're a tougher teacher, and you want to teach him something, anything, just so you can enjoy some unknown pleasure that you're lusting after. "How's about if you let me teach you a few things, and you manage to hit a bottle, then I'll buy you a drink in the saloon later?" you offer, knowing that Micah will only take up your offer in exchange for treats, like the dog he is, despite his disliking for them. "I didn't know we were goin' the saloon after this," Micah smugly replies with a chuckle, his laughter picking up when you playfully swat his arm. "Alright then, pushy. I'll allow you to bless me with those talents of yours," Micah replies, and takes the rifle from your grip once more. He lines himself up after reloading, propping the rifle against his shoulder, his finger hovering over the trigger, and turns to face you, awaiting his first lesson. "Well, first of all, rest your cheek on the stock," you instruct. Micah softly laughs at your bossy tone before doing as instructed, pressing his cheek to the stock, and peering down the sight. "And hold it more-" you begin, your words trailing off as you take a step closer to physically move Micah into place. Yet again, he chuckles, but allows you to reposition his grip, moulding him like putty around your rifle. "Anythin' else you ain't happy about?" Micah questions. "Mhmmm... no," you decide. "Take the shot," you instruct, taking a wide step back. Your eyes remain on Micah's form as he fires, and to neither of your surprise, he misses again. "Looks like you ain't much of a teacher-" Micah begins to bicker, but shuts his mouth when you begin moulding him into shape once more. He's grinning, his focus on you rather than the gun; he attempts to cover up his smile when you gesture for him to shut his mouth, scowling at the larger man, and he has to physically bite back a laugh at your pouty face. "You ain't followin' through for long enough," you instruct. "Wait a little longer once you fire, hold her steady, and take your time linin' the sight up," you explain, taking another step back and watching Micah again. He somewhat attempts to follow your advice, half-arsed, which is no surprise to you. Micah misses the shot, and you begin to wonder if he's doing it intentionally. "You ain't followin' through!" you grumble, playfully slapping his arm. "You want me to baby you? cause I'll hold you steady until you hit a bottle." Micah laughs once more, but sound stops escaping his lips when you position yourself around him; you wrap your arm around his, your hand pressed over his much larger ones, your trigger finger directly on top of his. You're on your tip-toes, body pressed to his to give yourself leverage as you attempt to help Micah shoot one single goddamn bottle. Your other hand pushes Micahs head down against the gun, rougher than last time, before settling on his shoulder. "Take the fucking shot, Micah," you angrily order, grumbling almost directly into his ear. "You seem to be gettin' a bit worked up there-" "Just take the shot already, hit a bottle, else I'll cry," you threaten, with a frustrated yet playful tone to your voice. This time, Micah doesn't laugh, and finally puts his focus into firing. Your finger moves with his as he pulls the trigger; his arms don't move as the gun fires, his stance remains firm and strong, and finally, after god knows how long, Micah hits a bottle. The blonde man almost jumps out of his skin when you begin cheering, screaming "finally!" and "I knew I'd be able to teach you something!" "You happy now?" Micah asks with a laugh, letting the rifle loosen in his grip as he hangs it down by his side. "Yes!!" you cheer, and playfully hug him. Micah giggles, rubbing his hand over your back, his cheek pressing atop of your head as you continue babbling out words of praise, your face pressed to his chest. You eventually move away, peering up at Micah, ready to begin teasing and berating him, but words fail you completely once your eyes meet his cold, blue ones. He's peering down at you, a soft grin across his lips, a genuine one that only you have the pleasure of seeing, considering that Micah isn't one for genuine smiles. He goes to open his mouth, to let out a witty and flirtatious comment, but words fail him too, and both of you are left gawking at each other, still wrapped in his arms, his chest pressed to yours. You both see it coming, you both know that the bubble was eventually going to burst, only you thought it might have happened in a cliché setting; maybe Micah would have ridden you home in the rain, helping you off his horse and finally pressing his lips to yours, or maybe he'd storm over after a shared gunfight, pumped with adrenaline and desperate to share his rush with you. However, you find yourself on tip-toes again, your arms darting up to wrap around his neck, his lips finally on yours. No doubt, he's going to begin mocking and teasing you the second his lips leave yours, so you drag out the kiss, and he happily follows. A soft thud can be heard as Micah let the rifle in his grip fall to the floor, allowing him to wrap both his arms around your waist. He pulls you in even closer, his tongue sliding against yours at the same time, facial hair prickling your upper lip. He's kisses exactly how you've imagined, and you're not ashamed to admit that those thoughts have crossed your mind far too many times. The kiss breaks, but his grip on you doesn't loosen. Instead, Micah continues peering down at you, a smug smile across his lips, but his eyes are warm, welcoming, and perfectly meeting yours. "I'll ask again, are you happy now?" Micah questions, his tone soft, for once. "I am," you confess. "You were missin' those shots on purpose, weren't you?" Micah looks away, biting back a laugh. He grins and shakes his head, before meeting your gaze again, not bothering to hide his smile. "...maybe."
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funkwhistle · 3 years
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Wow I think anon is running oatcakebabie fanpage at this point
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Update: Classic Oatcakes are popular
And yes he’s a shire, exactly the same as in rdr2, dark bay with white feet :)
@oatcakebabie
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levithestripper · 3 years
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I’m sorry but if I had to see this so do y’all
sorry for the cruddy quality it looks better on twitter lol
@thedoodlenoodle-wa @mallr4ts @oatcakebabie @reddeadrevolutionn sorry for tagging all of y’all but its the best thing i swear
CREDIT: DUTCHY ON TWITTER 
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ne--0n · 3 years
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frog man, money man, @oatcakebabie have ur husband
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holy-morgan · 3 years
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YOOOO
Tagged By: @xpink-champagnex ty, btw lol
Rules: Tag 9 people you wanna get to know better :)
Favorite Color(s): Red, Yellow, Green, Blue, Black, Gold, Bronze
Currently Reading: A Matter of Evidence in the series "Dr. Holmes" by @mottlemoth Its gorgeous, and made me want to become a sexologist. Lmfao
Last Song: Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine, had it stuck in my head all day, decided to listen to it.
Last Movie: Dodgeball, I'm in a love-hate relationship with that fucken movie.
Last Series: Solar Opposites on Hulu, fucking immaculate
Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Definitely savory. Cheesey shit, salty shit, idfk, gimme all of it
Craving: physical intimacy lmfao. Hugs, kisses, sex, anything. I need attention and a lot of it.
Tea or Coffee: Green tea with mint, fuck its amazing, not a very avid coffee drinker though
Currently Working On: 1. A dinosaur painting for my younger sister, 2. Seducing my crush with song reccomendations
Tagging: @xpink-champagnex @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses @scarfacemarston @mottlemoth @youralrightboah @cyborb @crtastrophe @lise-soontobemarried @oatcakebabie
Have fun, I sure did! Ty to @xpink-champagnex once again!
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battyjester · 3 years
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Getting to Know each other
Nsft under the cut, i blame @oatcakebabie and @mister-dude
"Charles, have I ever lied to you?"
"I barely know you!"
The soft sounds of flesh slapping together filled the night air, fireflies their only light as they shared this intimate moment together, 
"When you said you wanted to get to know me better, this isn't what I had in mind!" Charles moaned out as Uncle skillfully rode his cock, so much for his lumbago huh?
The older man laughed as his hips undulated atop Charles, causing the man to let out a stream of curses,
"Fuck, Uncle!" Charles' big muscular thighs strained as he gripped uncles hips to pound into the wet heat he so desperately craved,
Suddenly Charles felt a wave of strength wash over him, he pushed uncle to the ground, hoisting the man's legs above his shoulders as he hit uncles prostate with every thrust.
Uncle let out the most debauched of sounds as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge, that familiar build of pressure inside him ready to burst.
Charles' thrusts soon lost their rhythm as the young man's release came over him, pumping load after load inside of uncle.
ropes of cum glistened in the air as they shot from Uncles cock and onto his chest and beard, some even clinging to Charles's hair that drooped down from his face.
the two lovers stayed like this for a few minutes, each man coming down from their high.
With a grunt, Charles pulled out and flopped onto the earth beside uncle, the other man curling into his chest and falling asleep, cum still leaking from his ass.
The Motherfucking End
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inkrabbit · 3 years
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@mister-dude​ and @oatcakebabie​ convinced me to draw cats as a sort of “warm-up” and I decided I didn’t wanna spend too much time on each one and I just.... I’m laughing so hard I started crying. This is why I don’t do traditional anymore. This is the best picture anyone is ever getting because I refuse to ever fucking look at this page in my sketchbook again. I’m going back to digital xD
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norafike · 3 years
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Thank you so much for the tag @oatcakebabie very fun to be able to do this again but this time with a new list of songs... not sure if any repeat though
RULES: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to! put your music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people!
Islands in the stream - Dolly Parton + Kenny Rogers
London Calling - The Clash
Baby Jane - Rod Stewart
Psycho Killer - Talking heads
With A Little Love - Modern Talking
Lady In Black - Bad Boys Blue
Everything She Wants - Wham!
Edge of Heaven - Wham!
Urgent - Foreigner
Living in a box - Living In A Box
If you see this, consider it a tag. ^u^
Living in a box by the band living in a box from the album living in a box
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somebisexualbitch · 3 years
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Quick and bad drawing for @oatcakebabie
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I know how much you love Strauss so here’s a bad drawing of him for you <3
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neon-junkie · 3 years
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can I request a fic idea
basically its me and u right
so one day I see u in a bar yes then I come walking up to u and say “hello” ok and suddenly ur like “omg its u wow I love u so much ur so kind and cool and pretty and sexy”
so then I say “heard u were chatting shit abt me yesterday tho” and u deny all knowledge and pretend u didnt say shit
basically we end up throwing hands when micah busts in and says “hellfire christ alive yeehaw morgan” and breaks up the fight ok then he falls in love with us and we get married the next day then we poison his beer and he fucking dies ok
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I'm at the bar, couple of pints with the lads, except I'm all alone with no lads. Whatever. I'll enjoy a solo booze cruise. Suddenly, some hot chick with the fattest ass I've ever seen comes storming in, slaps her hands on the bar top, and demands a beer. She drinks Carling, what a surprise. "Oi love," I call out, and the lass looks and me with a frown. "I dont know u, but you've got a bangin' pair of cheeks and I think I'm in love with you." Ur about to be like "yeah same," but then you realize who I am. "Ur that bitch off Tumblr, the dirty Micah fucker," you growl. Oh no, it seems the sin follows me wherever I go. "Heard u were chattin' shit about me too," u add. Fuck sake. Can't go anywhere these days. "Yeah, it is I," I shrug. "I ain't chatted shit about you tho, you must be clapped." You don't reply with words, but with firsts, as you pounce on me like an angry kitten and try ripping me to shreds. I am just a little rat, a poor little rat who is being mauled by this kitten. "AKLJFDJFKSL!!!!" I cry out. I think I'm going to die, I'll never write my dirty fanfiction again. I'll never get to see the sunrise or bust another nut. This sucks. But God has blessed me, or cursed, as the notorious Micah Bell kicks down the pub doors and comes rushing over, screaming "HELLFIRE CHRIST ALIVE YEEHAW MORGAN," as he breaks us up. He picks us up by the scruff of our necks and threatens to spank us for being norty, but we both raise a brow and flash each other a look, and Micah picks on to sexual tension thickening in the air. "K. Threesome," he states. We do the do, it's great, Micah gets pegged and fisted and cries because it's all too much. Then we get married, the wedding is class with Arthur and Dutch as strippers, and Micah cries when we drunkenly make out with them. He's a cuck tho so he loves it. Time for the speeches and toasts with beans or whatever it is people do at wedding receptions. Micah clinks his glass and spits some bars, telling everybody how much he loves us, and then goes "HELLFIRE!" before cheersing and downing his drink. Fuckin hell he's coughin and cryin and oh shit oh Micah Bell has died. X__X "Poggers," I say. The popo somehow spawn in and we're arrested because we're women and those pigs are sexist. They take us to the station in our lovely wedding gowns and we r shoved into a talking room thing. idk the name. the one where they go "WHY'D YOU DO IT!?" they ask that question n we say "we did it for the inheritance." "Oh ok fairs," the police shrug, and let us go. It's Micah so it's not really a loss, if anything we did the world a favour. We are now 58 cents richer, a pair of black widows, debating who our next victim is going to be........................... The end
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funkwhistle · 3 years
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Flaco Hernandez Alphabet
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Warnings: Read at your own risk - it's NSFW (exhibitionism, mentions of wax play, blood/knife kink, bondage - but only briefly)
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Will always check on you afterwards
Whether it's just wrapping in you in some blankets to keep you warm to gently massaging your sore muscles; anything he can do to make you comfortable, he will.
Kisses everywhere — peppering you in affection and praise
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Flaco loves your eyes first off — when you're all bundled up in furs they're pretty much the only thing he can see, and they light up whenever you catch a glimpse of him.
But also your legs, and how they always manage to get tangled in his own as you lay there
Or how you use them to hold him deeper into you as he fucks you
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Depends on his mood, usually loves staying inside you for as long as possible, if that includes coming inside you
But if you ask him, he'd more than happily cum over your stomach (even if he did grumble about how cold it was when he wasn't inside you)
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves cock warming
He heard his men speak about one of the townsfolk doing it once, and Flaco will ask you to do at any opportunity.
Maybe the thrill of doing it in public does something to him, but he firmly believes it actually keeps him warmer
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Flaco refuses to speak of it, but guessing his legendary status he wasn't a virgin when you met him
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
mating press — nothing more to add
(and not mattress press)
google it at your own risk — on your own head be it
from something @mallr4ts said ages ago
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
You often find yourself laughing at him, and how seriously he takes himself
But he has been known to laugh a little during sex (mostly when one of you falls over)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
This man lives in the Grizzlies, do you think he has time to get a full wax?
But in all fairness, he likes to keep it neat (ish) down there
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Eh, depends on — if he hasn't seen you in a while, then the softer side of him goes out the window, that man is nearly always turned on
But that's not to say he doesn't love some tender moments with you
J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)
Yes, of course — you're not with him for long, and it's either his hand or travel miles to find you
He's wanted to try mutual masturbation with you one day, but somehow your clothes are on the floor and his cock is in you before he can suggest it
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
As mentioned, cock warming, but he also loves edging you, possibly teasing you for hours until you practically begging for him.
He's heard of most things, but it often takes him a while to warm up to the idea of something new if you suggest it to him
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
I mean, the bed is almost the only thing in the cabin
But fireside on the floor is up there with favourite places — anywhere with you, he'd be happy
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You taking the lead
Aside from just looking at you, he loves nothing more than you shoving him onto the bed and sinking yourself down on him
Or you pulling him somewhere for an intimate moment
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Hurt you, in any way
So wax play, blood or knife kinks are completely off the table
He would occasionally tie you up, but only to be fussing over your comfort for the rest of the time
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Loves (and always has loved) to receive, your lips wrapped around his cock, gagging as it hits the back of his throat — there's nothing which makes the man happier.
But recently he's been going down on you as well, and with his lack of experience you've been helping him
And he's enjoying it more and more now, asking to go down on you without you even prompting him
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
Hazard a guess
Fast, loves the sound of his skin hitting yours, loud enough to embarrass his men outside the cabin
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
yes yes yes
Any moment this man is not having sex, he's thinking about it — so yes
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
As mentioned, if you bring up something new with him, it takes him a while to warm up to it, but is willing to try a lot of things at least once.
“How can you say you don't like something without trying it first?”
But he does love the thrill of public intimacy
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Flaco brings this up frequently, worrying about how he can't keep up for more than one of two rounds now he's older, but you don't mind; he'll make you cum at least once before even thinking about himself
And this man will happily take a break until you're both ready again
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Nope
I don't think they had vibrators in 1899
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Flaco loves to tease you, to drive you right up the edge before leaving you, whining, on the bed waiting for him
And his hands
Hands everywhere all the time, no mater if you were in front of people, his hands would find themselves stroking circles on your inner thighs whenever he could
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Not as loud as you thought he'd be, but when he's got more used to you, he'll start being more vocal
W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)
While his sex drive is astronomical, he is very controlled about it, preferring not to visit brothels etc
(although in his youth and height of fame it was a different story)
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)
He knows he's bigger than average and will not stop letting you know about it
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
This is man practically lives and breathes sex
Do I need to say any more?
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He'll check on you, but will often find himself snoring peacefully
Particularly after a long round
Something you find very endearing about him, always making sure to tuck him into bed, or curl yourself around him as he sleeps
(big thanks to @a-vast-african-plain & @oatcakebabie for correcting me about the mating press btw)
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ohthisisabadidea · 3 years
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Tagged by: @mallr4ts
3 ships: Vandermatthews, Morbell and Charthur
Last movie: Polar (very vulgar but still good)
Last song: Take A Slice by Glass Animals
Currently reading: drafts that need to be finished
Currently watching: Letterkenny
Currently craving: mashed potatoes 🥔
Thank you for tagging me, I will be tagging @oatcakebabie
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levithestripper · 3 years
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Alright @oatcakebabie i said id give you more pictures of my Arthur so here you go
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ne--0n · 3 years
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@oatcakebabie im leaking our sex tape babe
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neon-junkie · 3 years
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Can I have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda
and some Javison smut pls thank u xoxoxooxoxoxxo btw I hate ur blog lov u
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