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I got a spicy ass milf!agatha fic idea
you shall be mine you little puppy bastard
the way concernedape dropped the new update on the first day of spring, which coincides with the first day of the game, was genius
So I kinda wanna write more but what do we want
Three more hours to vote
Dating apps scare me I'd rather use tumblr to find the love of my life instead
personally i love a girl who can't stfu, like yes tell me about ur day and ur current fixations, im all ears
shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this
So I kinda wanna write more but what do we want
“ you and rhea good?” FUCKING STOPPPP
Whenever Bella left the Forks area code she got into so much avoidable nonsense
I think mommy Wanda should take advantage of your drinking…maybe just a little
I think mommy Wanda should absolutely take advantage of me... maybe even punish me when i push my limits too far.
tw for forced intox kink
Just imagine her bending me over her lap after she picks me up from the bar and drives us back to our home, me not comprehending what's happening until her hand lands sharply on my backside. as she punishes me, i start to sober up, my words no longer slurred as i plead with her to stop.
By the time she's satisfied, i'm practically humping her thighs, unaware of my actions even as shameful arousal roars through me. i'm coherent enough to beg her to fuck me, rolling my hips when her fingers press against my dripping pussy.
Wanda wouldn't stop until I passed out from a mix of overstimulation, alcohol fatigue, and tiredness. Of course she'd be there in the morning, giving me something for my headache, a glass of water and some toast in hand.
She'd give me a few hours to rest, before dragging me towards her special playroom and restraining me to a chair until i can't move, a vibrator strapped to my thigh and pressing against my clit on a low setting. Then, she'd leave for a moment, letting me get all worked up.
She'd come back, a full bottle of vodka in hand, and a dangerous glint in her eye. I'd try and protest, my head still sore from the night of drinking I had, but she'd just force shots down my throat while saying, "Mommy has to do this, darling. She has to teach you the dangers of alcohol and help you learn your limits. Be good for me, okay? Just one more shot and then I'll make you feel good. Let's see how far you can go."
