I'm shaking. I'm fucking shaking. I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Nolan Grayson. That perfect, shredded body. The perfectly trimmed mustache. The planet conquering skills of a literal god. It honestly fucking hurts knowing that I'll never mate with him, have him pass his genes through me, and have me birth a set of perfect offspring. I'd do fucking ANYTHING for the chance for Nolan Grayson to get me pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to fucking bear. Why would Robert Kirkman create something so perfect? To fucking tantalize us? Fucking laugh in our faces?! Honestly, I just fucking can't anymore. Fuck.
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 [streamer name] , 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼.