Baby (BXM) (BDSM) (mpreg)

Baby (BXM) (BDSM) (mpreg)

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"I will fuck you on this wall in front of everyone if you don't stop being a naughty little boy" Brayden whispered in my ear seductively. Hi my name is Baby and i know what your thinking "who names their kid Baby" well that question is to be answered with my parents. i never got to know why they named me that because they were killed in a car accident. I'm 5'3, i know pretty short for a guy. i have a big ass and big thighs and really curvy, so basically i look like a girl. It doesn't help that i wear makeup. I'm also into the BDSM lifestyle ,and considered a sub. one thing most people that know me don't know, other than my previous Doms and my bestie Kayla , is that I'm such a pain whore and a total cockslut. Brayden is a total hottie. He's 6'4. has a beard, full body of tattoos, nice ass, and he's buff. Brayden is into the BDSM lifestyle and he is what you would call a Dom. and a strict one at that. he loves giving his subs pleasurable pain, especially when they get punishments.
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.

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