Makima

I’ve never wanted to breed with anyone more than Makima.

Its the Halloween Witch Mercy copypasta from 2017 but changed to Makima from Chainsaw Man.

Guys, I'm shaking. I'm shaking, i swear. I've never wanted to breed with anyone more than Makima. That perfect, curvy body, luxuriant breasts. Hips fit for a goddess, created for childbearing. It really hurts to know that | will never be able to mate with her, pass my genes on to future generations, and make a perfect child out of her.

I would do ANYTHING for the chance to get Makima pregnant. EVERYTHING. And the fact that i can't do this is unbearable. Why would Tatsuki Fujimoto create something so perfect? To seduce us? To laugh in our faces?

Honestly guys, i can't take it anymore. Fuck...

Makima fucking ruined me and my taste in women

Makima fucking ruined me, and my taste in women, I cant even look at women in suits and ties without getting a hard-on, red headed women with pony tail get me hard as diamonds, and I cant even walk my fucking dog without thinking about her succulent breasts, and juicy ass. I was with this girl the other day and we were about to make out, but all I could think of was Makima, I gave the girl a leash and told her to treat me like a dog. She was so creeped out, she left me, alone, naked, with a collar and leash on my neck. Makima fucked me up so hard, my thoughts are only of her. I blame Fujimoto for making Makima so fucking gorgeous, so beautiful, so perfect.

Please, God, I want to get Makima pregnant so bad.

Please, God, I want to get Makima pregnant so bad. I want her to give birth to my children with those beautiful childbearing hips.

That beautiful, radiant angel from another world. Like a goddess, she having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins. Makima is beyond divine. I can't help but kneel in adoration every time I see her beautiful figure and the outfit she wears of hers. She longs for it in both a primal and spiritual way. She would commit more war crimes than all the presidents in American history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her soft, creamy skin.

I want to hear her moans as my manhood throbs inside her. I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls become irreversibly intertwined in the holy sin of carnal union. I want to suckle her from her mother's breast, slurping that ice-cold milk juice from her tit while she gently caresses my raging erection. Her screams of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand hums. She would make love to him until my body gave up. She would let me break my ribcage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She is so perfect it hurts. Every moment without it I suffer pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having hot sauce coated glass shards forced through every orifice in my body. I want her, I need her.

I want to defile her modest but attractive attire.

I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty-seven children are grown and moved away. I want to see those luscious lips of hers say such dirty, wicked words in my ear while she slides ice cubes into my gaping hole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. She would let her step on me, only to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet on my face and in my groin. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish strands of hair out of her shower drain just to smell her seductive scent, and braid them into necklaces to always have her with me. Or make a ring for my cock. Whichever would please her the most.

God, please, I would do anything for her. She would give up my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks of her feet to warm her appetizing toes with my very being, so that she would always feel the warmth of my love.

She would encase me in cement and make me her door, so she could wipe my face with her heels. She would rip off my own limbs. I don't know what she would do after that, or why she would want my limbs. But she would do it.

My queen, my goddess, my demon lady, the light of my life. Please God, let me have it. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick demonic grape juice from her fingers and fill her navel with said juice to wet my cock against her navel.

She would give him a sponge bath with my tongue every morning and serve him breakfast in bed. She would let her eat the eggs and pancakes off my body if she liked me, no matter how painful the third degree burns were. She would endure the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her, nothing I wouldn't say. I would beat my own friend to death with my swollen penis if it would make Makima's bright face smile. I wouldn't even cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Makima. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my mommy, my queen, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, answer my letters. Anything, please. Give me a sign, Makima. I'm waiting for you. I will always be waiting for you.

Makima

AAAAAAAAAAA I WANT MAKIMA TO STEP ON ME 📷📷 EVERY NIGHT I OPEN MY TWITTER AND PIXIV TO MASTURBATE TO MAKIMA FANARTS AND HENTAI FOR 3 HOURS AND RE-READS CHAINSAW MAN SO I WILL REMEMBER ALL THE HOT SEXY BONER CERTIFIED MOMENTS OF MY LOVE MAKIMA 📷📷📷📷📷📷📷 WHEN TATSUKI FUJIMOTO (CHAINSAWMAN AUTHOR) MADE A SHITTY ENDING OF CHAINSAW MAN BY MAKING MAKIMA A KID AND SHE DIES I HAVE BEEN MASTURBATING TO THE KID VERSION OF MAKIMA 📷📷 CALL ME A PEDO I DONT FUCKIN CARE, THIS IS REDDIT, NO ONE FUCKING CARES. I would like to apologize to all the people who've read this message about my lovely beautiful wife Makima, I just want a girlfriend/wife with big tits, ass, beautiful, sexc, perfect, and other good adjectives that describes my waifu Makima.

So the Chainsaw Man anime trailer just came out and, yeah, looks good on all blah, blah, blah, blah. Who cares about that? We're finally going to get Makima's cheeks to be animated on the big screen. I've been waiting for this day since chapter one.

Makima Simps rise up because we're about to go on a motherfucking crusade. Let's be real. There's not that many women I would ask to just shit on my chest, smear it in my mouth and treat me like a dog. There's not that many women that would ask to do that to me, but Makima is an exception.

I mean, look at her curves. They remind me of bowling balls. She got two on her chest and two on her ass. She's 100% bad bitch, man. That sweet red hair and those hypnotizing eyes made me want to be her slave like bro. I'll bring my whole race back to the 1820s, and we're all slaves just so Makima can be my master.

I want her to whip her name on my back, and I'm not going to spoil anything on what happens in the manga. But most people know that she does not deserve the love and respect that I give her right now. Listen, she just doesn't like birthday cakes. Dude, stop bitching about her. But that ass is speaking to me through brainwaves telling me that I need to just get a good sniff on it. I would risk anything for that one good sniff.

You see us, Makima Simps. Just built different. We degrade ourselves, not because we're down bad, but because we are enlightened. We have seen our Lord and savior, and we dedicate our existence to her as the Muslims say Allahu Akbar. But the Makima Crusaders are changing it instead of Muslims, we're now makimas, Makima Akbar! Makima Akbar!.

In conclusion, I just want a cup of her piss in my mouth.

My tip is sticky. Box of balls. Jumbo balls. Kanye the imposter. Baca nuts. Kamala got the dump truck. Edpreet is my friend. Little Mosey. Black kids. Arab dudes, black people have hippyroids. My tip is so stuck. I'm EDP.

Open I want to impregnate Makima so badClose

Please God, I want to impregnate Makima so bad. I want her to bear my children with those beautiful child-bearing hips. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

Makima is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary gym clothes. I yearn for her in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from her smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to her moans as my manhood throbs within her, I want to hear her heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at her motherly bosom, slurping that rich juche milk from her teat as she gently strokes my raging erection. I would stir her velvety cream into my coffee and let my balls boil in it. Her cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to her until my body gave out, and then some. I would let her break my rib cage with any part of her body. I would let her hit me with her car just to be near her for a brief moment.

She’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without her I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want her, I need her. I want to desecrate her crisp general suit. I want to start a family with her and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while she slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck her like she owes me money. I would let her step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of her feet upon my face and groin area. I would sleep under her just to catch her drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from her shower drain just to smell her alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep her with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please her more.

God please, I would do anything for her. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on her feet so that I may warm her mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that she may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become her doorstep, so that she may wipe her heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why she might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My queen, my goddess, the light of my life. Please God, let me have her. I want her to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from her fingers and fill her belly button with honey mustard to dip my tendies in. I would give her a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve her breakfast in bed. I would let her eat her eggs and pancakes off my body if it pleased her, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of her car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her, nothing I wouldn’t say. I would beat my own friend to death with my engorged penis if it would bring a smile to Makima's shining face. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until she gave me permission.

I love you, Makima. Please. Be mine. Be my wife, my lover, my mommy, my everything. Say yes. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign.

I’m waiting for you.

I’ll always be waiting for you.