Send “Secret Santa” to find out what 3 things my character would get yours if they were your character’s Secret Santa for Christmas!
“A preoder of Batman: Arkham Knight. Triple chocolate brownies with andes mint chunks. A necklace with an amethyst stone.”
“I’m keeping you forever.”
Stiles shrugged, a goofy grin clear on his face. “Because I know the kind of things you like?”
“Because you want to give me the kind of things I like. Also now I’m hungry, we need to go get a blondie somewhere.”
Send “Secret Santa” to find out what 3 things my character would get yours if they were your character’s Secret Santa for Christmas!
“A preoder of Batman: Arkham Knight. Triple chocolate brownies with andes mint chunks. A necklace with an amethyst stone.”
“I’m keeping you forever.”
mrw my little brother tries to fight me
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She didn’t even try to resist, knees crumpling and virtually climbing into his lap. “No one will disturb us,” she managed, before shuddering against him at his next words. She sank her fingers into his shirt, wishing she had the strength to tear it from his body.
Crushing her smaller body against his, he trembled and tugged her up for a deep and passionate kiss, a moan escaping his parted lips as he poured all of his love into it. As he did this, he stood up and carried her across the room to lay her on the floor in front of the fireplace, cupping her head in his hands as he hovered above her.
If there was awkwardness in the way they moved from the chair to the fur rug before the fire, she didn’t notice, caught up in his mouth. He was holding her breathless, but she didn’t care — she had missed him more than air. Reaching up to brush her fingertips down his face, she smiled softly, skirts awry about her slender legs. “My brave, bold lord,” she murmured.
“Do you want … ” Summer hesitated, caught between embarrassment and Isaac’s hands urging him on. Instead he wiggled his ass against the werewolf’s hard-on, trying to suggest without actually saying.
“Do I want…?” He prompted with an encouraging sigh, shifting to slowly, teasingly grind against the other male’s rear, his hand speeding up on the other male’s length. “Tell me what you want, Summer.”
He had to brace his hands again, against the counter, and rocked himself back against Isaac. “I could be the bottom this time?” he whispered, and fumbled at the towel, pushing it away.
Part of the Tarantula Nebula in the Large Magellanic Cloud, a small neighbour of the Milky Way.
