You can never finish a movie with Ino.
He always gets so horny every time he's near you, cuddled close under a comfy blanket, your skin touching his, sending every inappropriate thought that crosses his mind straight to his dick. Even if the story is interesting or the acting is impressive, it's still not enough to captivate his attention, since all that is towards you.
He starts with gentle kisses along your neck. "You're so cute, baby," he coos. You wave him off, giggling with your eyes still glued to the screen, actually intrigued by the film. When that's not enough to entice you, he'll slide his hand around your waist, walking his fingers up your back, unhooking the bra you're wearing. "Oops," he teases. "My bad. My hand just...slipped." You whine his name, pretending to scold him while you slip out of it, tossing it behind you.
Then, on his third attempt, he'll pull you into his lap, hands drifting up your midriff, squeezing your bare breasts in his rough palms, pinching your nipples between his fingers. His mouth is hot on your nape, sucking on your skin, cock growing hard beneath you. "I know you like this, bunny. Can't resist me anymore," he hums. And he's absolutely right. You turn to face him, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss that can only lead to sex, especially with the way he moans into your mouth, completely enthralled by you.
The two of you don't even bother moving to the bedroom. You let him eat you out there on the couch, sinking into the cushions, mouth pressed firmly at your clit, sucking the soul out of you. He's always eager to eat you out, craving the taste of you, the luscious feel of your pussy on his tongue. He could do it for hours, if you let him. But by the time you come once from his mouth, you're already begging to be fucked, cunt so wet, you tell him to slide it in right away. So, he does, stretching you out slowly on his cock. "Oh fuck, bunny. You're so tight. So good."
Two different positions and three orgasms later, including his own, the movie is over and the credits roll. He gives you a cheeky grin. "Should we play it from the beginning?"
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childe feels like his breath is taken away when he sees you dressed in his gray coat. your small, fragile figure, dressed in his large and wide coat, makes his adam's apple twitch nervously. dark black fur goes perfectly with your magically beautiful eyes. your innocent appearance excites his entire being, which, like a mad beast, demands to take you right here and right now. to remind you once again that you're his. the sight of you, his sweet little wife, in his coat makes drool flow from his mouth and a hard tent form in his pants.
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The more the show progresses, the more I want to see the 90s cast infiltrating the modern timeline. We've gotten hints of it with Shauna and her younger self, her Jackie hauntings. We've gotten a little more with adult Lottie seeing teenage Nat (and Laura Lee), and with Natalie getting teenage Lottie in her final moments. I want more. I want the teen cast to be absolutely invasive on pivotal adult moments, infecting their adult counterparts when least expected. I want Taissa's argument with Van to dissolve into their teenage selves, their bond endless and timeless and inescapable. I want Misty absolutely wrecked by young Natalie lurking around corners, watching from mirrors. I want to see these women unable to navigate adulthood without the specters of their teenage selves cropping up absolutely everywhere, more and more as they let the memories in, as they stop being able to repress the trauma. They didn't grow up. They never could. You are always doomed to regress around your high school teammates. You are haunted by the phantom elements of your misspent youth. It is a comfort, and it is a gift, and it is a trial, and it is a curse. I would love to see that reflected with greater intensity, until the lines blur, until the timelines have no choice but to intersect. They haven't escaped themselves at all. They didn't grow up. They just got older.
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see but that's what rtd does, isn't it?
bad wolf. it just kept growing and growing and growing until it all blew up the way it was supposed to. mavity is not bad wolf but it's something.
and tenthree reacted to it a tiny bit when donna said it on the ship, like a glitch before his brain adjusted to the new timeline.
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