#Christmas cookies

[christmasxmas]

[pusheen]

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[snowflakes-and-sleighbells]

[chip-burger]

Bohug ( @mysillycomics ) and Wizard ( @wizardsisananimal ) Christmas cookies! I am so emotionally attached to them

[respect-the-kitty]

[sweetoothgirl]

Christmas Sprinkle Sugar Cookies (Soft Baked)

[world-of-yana]

[superbat-love]

The kitchen smelled divine. The warm, sugary scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air. Clark leaned over the counter, breathing in deeply, the delicious aroma making his mouth water.

“Clark, stop hovering,” Bruce muttered. “These are for the kids.”

Clark hummed absently in response, his eyes closing as he took another deep breath. There was something strangely familiar about the scent, something that tugged at the edges of his mind. He tilted his head slightly, focusing on the sweetness that seemed to tickle his senses.

Without thinking, he reached out and plucked a warm cookie from the tray, holding it in his hand as he leaned closer to Bruce. He didn’t even realize how close he’d gotten until…

The softness registered first. Then the strange sensation against his teeth.

Clark froze mid-bite, blinking in confusion as a wave of dawning horror washed over him. The cookie wasn’t in his mouth. Bruce’s neck was.

He recoiled instantly, his eyes wide with panic. Bruce turned to him, completely unruffled, one eyebrow arching in dry amusement.

“Really, Clark?” Bruce drawled, brushing the spot on his neck where Clark’s teeth had grazed. “Is this your way of protesting?”

“I’m sorry! I thought…” Clark gestured vaguely toward Bruce, his voice faltering. “I don’t know, I just got caught up in your scent and… I’ll get you a bandage!”

Bruce glanced at his reflection in a nearby steel surface, inspecting the bite mark. With a dismissive wave, he said, “No need. I’ll just tell people I had a run-in with an angry, drunken reporter.”

Clark’s face reddened. “I-I’m not drunk!”

Bruce smirked, swapping the Red Hood cookie in his hand for a Superman-shaped one. “Fine. A horny, overly amorous reporter then.”

Clark groaned, burying his face in his hands.

[daily-deliciousness]

Peppermint sugar cookies

[christmasxmas]

[toyastales]

White Chocolate Cherry Shortbread Cookies

[pinkfairiesteaparty]

[snowflakes-and-sleighbells]

[goddessofbees]

For @ectospacecadet !!!!

Happy Phantom holiday truce!

I did two of the prompts cause they seemed so fun!

Hopefully Aether looks okay! The second drawing has some blood in it but that kinda comes with being injured but I tagged this just in case

[alizera62quartz]

🎄🍪🤡