(Last one where this is “needed”)
Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but feel himself tighten around River's cock, as the movement still triggered pleasure waves through his body, enjoying to the fullest the feeling of having River inside him. River continued until he too was over the edge, taking in the song of Lucas' song with the jolt of pleasure that ran up his spine. He arched his back as he came, letting himself bury into Lucas, into his body and his warmth welcoming him. Complete, whole, satisfied.
Slowly he came down from his high, gasping heavily as the pleasure subsided, leaving behind a sharp pain that grew with each hurried gasp of air. He started to realize, only now, that he was having a hard time breathing and the pain was getting worse. River pulled off and quickly sat up on the edge of the bed, eyes wide as he tried to catch his breath.
The more he tried, the worse it got. He held a hand over his chest and started coughing uncontrollably, his lungs on fire.
Lucas: River?
It was like blood drained out of his body when he heard River's breath, the look on his face and then the coughing had Vy's words almost ring inside his head. He heard the cough, he noticed it earlier, why hadn't he stopped it.
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if Tatsumi’s solo does not sound like those church songs you have to sing during mass i’ll be mildly disappointed j/
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Also since coming to the UK I’ve learned something very shocking about myself
I am, apparently, also a Dom. and a damn good one at that.
So like, here’s to finding out I’m a switch lmao
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probably will live out "dumb girl drives car to service for dumb problem" because the mechanic just called and told the car is ready and there was actually nothing to do and he would explain on the spot
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hate when you find a character whose so infuriatingly Your Type that its embarrassing like yeahg no one is gonna be surprised when i announce this is my new Guy Of The Month
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this tweet is making me choke to death
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(A little trip to the other side, its time for someone to come home, and yes, this is still spoiler territory for Mahv’s story, sorry!)
Fannar: Will you watch him?
Emil: Of course.
Fan smiled, leaving Emil to keep an eye on Arlo, who was having a good day, and was currently reading up on some stuff Fannar had brought him. They had stayed with them for almost three years now, Flynn finishing his degree here, while Emil had been helping with the library he had made once to make sure the new caretakers had all they needed.
Fannar: Figured I’d find you here.
Flynn: Not that hard to guess no.
He smiled as Fan sat next to him by the little pond. The two of them had talked a lot the last few days, Fannar insisting they were good to leave, while Flynn was still not sure as Arlo was still not quite present. After not seeing hide or hair of Apollo for the time they had been there, Flynn had asked Syra, who said he had left after Fannar had been sent home, and was probably off somewhere doing whatever he wanted. Having still been skeptical, he had asked Mal the next time he saw him, where he had been told Apollo was dead. He still remembered that talk;
Flynn: Mal, sorry to bother...
Mal: Nah, you don't bother.
Flynn: What happened to Apollo, is he still…
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I've got a trail running race coming up on Saturday which also is supposed to be my first period day. I am equal parts terrified and foaming at the mouth wanting to tear it apart and let my anger explode into it. This could either be the ideal scenario or I'm about to join Dante on his trip across the seven hells.
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i did actually attend a catholic school as a kid because it was the only school within walking distance and my parents worked all week so they couldn't drop me off elsewhere and while i was there one of the other kids stabbed me through the hand with a pencil during a fight so i guess i'm like. 1/5th stigmatic.
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