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connie
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david is a better man than i'll ever be.... i'd have let the king fall on his arse 😂
— Nov 10, 2025 06:43AM
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connie
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'Sir Walter's lingering passion was for all things highland - albeit the highlanders of his imagination were not Jacobites but loyal British subjects who would readily bow the knee to King George.' *sips tea*
— Nov 10, 2025 04:58AM
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Pam _P who cusses A Lot
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I adore David but he can be an idiot motherfucker 😆
— Nov 09, 2025 06:13PM
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Jessica
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No one warned me how much I was going to love Murdo 😭
— Nov 02, 2025 03:55PM
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Emanuel
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Wait! Did David Lauriston (aka the Martyr) just admit that he looks... happy?! Good heavens, I'll have what he's having! 🤭
— Jul 30, 2025 05:32AM
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Gabi
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It had caught the public imagination, and it seemed to David that whenever the case came up, people spoke as though the crime of buggery was responsible for all the world’s ills. As though the actions of two men in a private room could somehow leak out of windows and wall-cracks and infect everyone else with wickedness.
😢😡
— Jun 21, 2025 09:50AM
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Evie
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Is there anything better than the Scottish accent delivering the line that someone is a 'Bully and Brute'. Scratches the brain just right.
— May 16, 2025 11:13PM
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patrícia
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❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
“Balfour—” he moaned.
At the sound of his own name, Balfour pulled his mouth off David’s cock and leaned back on his heels. David looked down, blinking, to meet a sloe-black gaze that was half-pleading and half-angry.
“My name is Murdo.”
“Murdo,” David repeated dazedly, the sound of it unfamiliar to him, intimate.
— Apr 09, 2025 01:35PM
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“Balfour—” he moaned.
At the sound of his own name, Balfour pulled his mouth off David’s cock and leaned back on his heels. David looked down, blinking, to meet a sloe-black gaze that was half-pleading and half-angry.
“My name is Murdo.”
“Murdo,” David repeated dazedly, the sound of it unfamiliar to him, intimate.











