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⋆ TOJI WANTS TO KNOCK YOU UP.
★ mdni. f!reader x toji ◞ breeding kink ◞ mentions of pregnant sex ◞ size difference.
“look how deep i’ll be inside this tight pussy” toji teases, the tip of his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in an attempt to conceal a forming grin due to the cute moan you just let out. he got you right where he wanted, legs spread, belly sticky with precum from where his cockhead just laid, and the prettiest cunt drooling from expectation.
“oh baby, can’t wait to see you dripping with my cum” he continues, prodding in your entrance with a fat tip that stretches you so deliciously while his big palms cup the back of your thighs, spreading you wider for him to fit comfortably, “you want it dont’cha?, say it baby, say you want to be filled by me”
you squeal, “please, need you so bad”
“that’s a good girl” the man grunts, slightly mockingly as he sinks in deeper into your greedy walls, profusely causing slick and pre to drip out in a lewd stream that only favours his way into almost hitting your cervix, “i’ll make sure to breed ya nice and good, will give Megumi a little sibling, yeah?” he hums in delight, grin spreading at the way your walls seem to clench and throb at the prospect of carrying his children.
his hips are ruthless against you, dragging moan after moan from wide open puffy lips as you try to ride through the waves of pleasure, tears filling your eyes with each smack of toji’s pelvis against your sensitive clit, begging for stimulation that you knew wouldn’t come, your boyfriend was quite fond to making you cream solely from his veiny cock abusing your walls.
“the prettiest girl” never ending lewd nicknames, palming your tits with both his hands, squeezing the flesh as your eyes roll back, “can’t wait for these to get plump and full of milk, fuck...” he swallows next, angling his hips to repeatedly smash as deep as possible so you turn into a screaming mess, “you’ll look gorgeous bouncing on my cock all swollen and full” and it’s just what you need before tossing your head back as your cunt convulse and cums all over him, overstimulation already creeping up your senses from where Toji continues to pound into you, not stoping until you go numb and cum overflows from your twitching pussy.
Seeing mommy with her legs up and pussy open for her son.. is such a sight to behold..
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My girlfriend has a peculiar memory when it comes to dreams. Everyday she just tells them in great detail. I think they are as real experiences to her as real events. Well I'm not that kind of person, to say the least, and I'm getting worse at it day by day.
But before we start, I must say, that it isn't a depression-note kind of thing.
Today I woke up, tired, tense and puzzled but there was absolutely no way for me to figure out what I saw in my dreams. The first thing that came to me was this thought: Oh gosh, it could've marked my day, it's good that I don't remember a bit of it. Strangely, though, it did mark my day. It had affected me as if I was just living it all day through.
I think this little thing about me helps us understand: understand me and understand ourselves. We are a new breed, one that has facebook, smart phones and incredible knowledge about the universe. But there's one thing we don't have: an identity. We just start out with a feeling that we cannot understand, nor describe but it's still there, defining our choices. We've successfully peeled back the layers of superstition and natural norms, thus we've enabled ourselves to create a world that reflects our dreams and desires without safe-guards. Unfortunately we've been so efficient in destroying the chains that held our kind back, that we've undone ourselves.
Is the status quo really so profoundly bad? No, absolutely not. But it's still true that we've depleted ourselves, we've negated the essence which made us us. We've forgotten dreams, yet, they are the only things that have effect on us. Who are we? And who am I? No ones. Our struggle to show our worth has concluded in a very thorough worthlessness in our nature.
However, there's still hope. There still is a beacon of light, a guarantee for us, that our breed can become something. We've just got to remember our long-forgotten dream-selves and that's what we have to fight for in order to break the line of facelessness. It's going to be a war. And we've the chance to become the heroes. Let us delay no more, let's beat on, let's alter our courses and find ourselves in the light of purity and beauty.