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[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo is cruel in the way of liking when you shake when he’s finished with you. after the first time you shook all over when he made you cum, he’s made it a personal mission to have you trembling for him every single time, and today is no different.

“Aww, just one more for me, please?” He asks you, voice condescendingly sweet, whispered into the shell of your ear. but your head is fuzzy, filled only with static, with overwhelming pleasure taking over your entire form. he’s three fingers deep inside of you, crooking them over and over again until your knees tremble.

“I-I can’t,” you swallow, eyes clenched shut. your head is thrown back into the pillows, mouth dropped open in a silent gasp when he starts rubbing against that sweet little spot inside of you. “Not again, no more.”

“But it’s my birthday.” Gojo pouts before he grins, wide and evil. He’s got this glint in his eye that tells you that one more will never be enough, not until he has you shaking again. he hovers over you, his back hunched, glasses thrown somewhere on the floor, his eyes rounded and lit aflame.

“You said you’d get me anything I wanted for my birthday. And all I want is this.” he emphasizes the last word with another crook, another incessant press of his fingers inside of you. you can’t even warn him that you’re coming again when it floods you, entire body trembling as salty tears leak from your clenched eyes. your mouth drops open, a cry tearing out, your hands scratching burning lines down his shoulders and biceps.

“How many more until you’ve reached 34?” he asks once you’ve finally come down, head lolled to the side on his pillow, dazed. you side eye him, swallowing thickly as you think back on the agreement earlier. he makes you shake until he’s reached his age, only agreed to let up if you become too overwhelmed. but you swallow once again, lazily turning to look at him as you paw at his shoulders, bringing him down for a kiss.

“We’re only halfway there, I think. Lost count.” you whisper, breathy, pecking him once, twice, until you’ve lost count. Gojo pulls away when he feels you start to clench around his fingers again, smiling softly at you.

“We’ve got the rest of the day ahead of us. I think we can make it, don’t you?” he asks with a tilt of his head, grin devilish. you wanna protest, tell him that you’re through for the day. but he rests the heavy weight of his still confined cock against your leg, makes you feel how it throbs and pulses when it touches you. you don’t say anything, only nod slowly, pulling him down for more.

“That’s my baby.”

[mirosa]

[jlmahmud]

Wife says today I have to be first in the world race otherwise there is no room at home.  So don't accept any obstacles🕳️🏊🚦🪂

[funlandflask]

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[edge-oftheworld]

i know there's a run greyhound run in me but right now i'm tied up hazy and emotionally unaware

[itwoodbeprefect]

[the inside of my brain, with the boundless crazed energy of a four-year-old singing baby shark] MOODENG MOODENG, DENG DENG, DENG DENG DENG.

also worth checking out the thai version btw, which has a way better music video (more complex, more layered, more philosophically hard-hitting. that kind of stuff).

[stoship]

The Midnight Locket..

"The Midnight Locket"

In the sleepy village of Alderwood, where the mist clung to the ancient oaks like a lover’s embrace, lived a young woman named Elara. She was known for her striking beauty, but also for the air of melancholy that surrounded her like a shadow. Every night, she would sit by her window, staring out into the forest that bordered her home, as if waiting for something—or someone.

Elara had inherited an old locket from her grandmother, who had whispered on her deathbed, “Guard it with your life, my dear. For it holds the key to a promise made long ago.” The locket was tarnished, its once-golden surface marred by time, but the delicate engraving of a rose remained clear.

One particularly stormy night, as the wind howled through the trees, Elara heard a soft knock at the door. She hesitated, fear prickling at her skin. Who could it be at such an hour? Gathering her courage, she opened the door to find a tall, handsome stranger standing before her. His eyes were deep and dark, like the shadows that danced in the corners of the room.

“I am Lachlan,” he said in a voice that was both familiar and strange. “I have come to fulfill the vow I made many years ago.”

Elara was drawn to him, a magnetic pull that she couldn’t resist. Without another word, she invited him in. As they talked, Lachlan revealed that he was not of this world, but a spirit bound by a promise he made to Elara’s grandmother. The locket, he explained, held the soul of his beloved, trapped by a curse that could only be broken by a descendant of the one who had cast it.

With trembling hands, Elara opened the locket. Inside was a tiny, faded portrait of a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to her. As the locket clicked open, a gust of wind blew through the room, extinguishing the candles and plunging them into darkness. When the light returned, Lachlan had vanished, but the locket was warm in her hand.

Days passed, and Elara could feel Lachlan’s presence lingering in the house. She would hear his footsteps in the hallway, feel his touch in the brush of a cold breeze, and see his reflection in the mirror, watching her with those same dark eyes. Yet, despite the eerie occurrences, she felt no fear—only a deep, unexplainable sadness.

One evening, Elara awoke to find herself standing at the edge of the forest, the locket in her hand. The moon was high, casting silver beams through the trees. Before her stood Lachlan, his eyes pleading. “It is time, Elara,” he whispered. “Release me.”

Understanding flooded through her. She had been chosen to end the curse, to set Lachlan free. With a heavy heart, she opened the locket one final time. As she did, a soft light emanated from within, growing brighter until it enveloped them both. When the light faded, Elara was alone, the locket empty and cold.

The next morning, the villagers found Elara asleep by the forest’s edge, the locket clutched in her hand. She was pale, but a peaceful smile graced her lips. They buried her beside her grandmother, the locket placed over her heart. And it is said that on stormy nights, a figure can be seen wandering the forest, searching for something lost long ago—a love that even death could not sever.

Example Ending:

As the locket snapped shut, the forest fell silent, as if holding its breath. Elara felt a hand, colder than the grave, brush against her cheek. She did not flinch. Instead, she whispered into the wind, “You are free now, my love.” But as the words left her lips, a realization dawned upon her—she was not alone. The soft rustling of leaves behind her confirmed what she feared. Lachlan was gone, but something far older, far darker, had taken his place. And it was watching her, waiting for the night to fall.

[meikostan]

realizing now that if vol 1 oshi no ko does take place in like 2010ish the viral video of aqua and ruby dancing at ai's concert is like. this world's equivalent of charlie bit my finger

[attari786]

AT&T is actively working to restore service following a widespread outage affecting its customers.

Early on Thursday morning, customers from several U.S. cell service providers faced outages and service issues, as reported…….

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[destinikatrice]

[funlandflask]

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