#the bestest christmas gift of all

[anisangeldust]

Santa, Baby ❆𝜗𝜚

Summary: After being stumped on a gift for your boyfriend, Jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, you settle on a safe favorite of his.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

Warnings: Implied age gap (Anakin is 35 and reader is 18), lap dance, smut, oral (m receiving), mating press, mentions of breeding, smutty descriptions !!

A/N: Happy holidays! All the love and magic for all of you! May you all have the bestest day ꨄ

Santa baby..

Slip a sable under the tree, for me

Been an awful good girl,

Santa baby..

What do you get for a man that has everything?

7 year olds are easy to shop for, Leia was head over heels for he giant wookie stuffed toy, and Luke wouldn’t shut up about the ‘training saber’ he unwrapped that morning, children were easy to please, but a man?

What did you get someone who was almost double your age? A watch? He didn’t need that, it was useless for how often he changed planets with different time zones. Cologne? He had that, new parts for tinkering? He had those too, a new glove for his prosthetic hand? That was too cheap.

When you decided to just ask what he wanted, despite wanting it to be a surprise and feeling a touch of shame that you didn’t know your boyfriend well enough, the conversation went as good as you’d expect:

“I don’t want anything babe” his buttery voice insisted, strong hands rubbing your back and his baby blues full of warmth.

You sighed “all couples say they don’t want anything, I’m getting you a gift. Tell me what you want.” You insisted, kissing his cheek.

Anakin let out a deep, hearty chuckle. “I have you, I have the little ones, they love you like you’re their mother, I have everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t need a gift.” He reiterated, his hand moving from your back to your rear, playfully squeezing.

That comment: “I have you, I have everything I’ve ever wanted” gave you an idea, you’d be his present. If he didn’t want anything new, perhaps something revamped would be the move?

It wasn’t difficult to get Luke and Leia asleep, they had crashed hard from the inane amount of sugar they ingested. After gently forehead kisses to each of them, and soft goodnights, you closeted their door and went to your bedroom you shared with Anakin.

“Merry Christmas Ani..” you kiss him gently and he holds you gently while kissing you back

“Merry Christmas baby girl” he coos and rubs his hands up your sides, a lustful look drinking behind the cobalt clouds of his eyes.

You giggle gently, pulling away. “I have a gift for you..” you murmur and climb off his lap, gesturing to a Cody chair by your bed “sit..” you smile.

Anakins brows shoot up “oh? I thought I said no gifts?” He teases but complies, siting down and looking at you.

“It’s not completely a gift.. more a.. zhuzh..” you wink and disappear into the bathroom.

Only a few minutes later do you emerge, flipping on a speaker to the familiar tune “Santa, baby” and sexily strutting over to your sitting boyfriend, clad in red lingerie and a Santa hat, complete with red lipstick and red stockings.

Anakin lets out a low, wolf whistle “whewww baby. What is this?” He leans back and pats his lap. Once you sit down on his thigh he tries to hold your waist, only for you to swat his hand away and pin his wrists behind him. Though he could easily get out, he chose to play along and refrain from laying his hands on you.

“Shh.. let me give you a show..” you coo and arch your back, standing up and wiggling your chest in his face. Allowing the white trim to brush his nose before you step back and squat down, slowly lifting up with your hands on his knees, wiggling your hips again.

The familiar song faded out as you climbed on your knees infront of him. Nuzzling one of this thighs and kissing his pants “you can touch now..” you purr gently. He takes no time for hesitation, immediately yanking off the pure hat and tangling his hands in your hair.

“Mmmhh.. baby..” he groans and spreads his legs allowing you to pull off his pants, he watches the fabric slide off to reveal the hard bulge in his boxers “you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groans and pulls you forward to his crotch.

Your lips meet the hardness of his bulge and you kiss it, feeling it twitch and grow under your lips. Slipping your fingers under the elastic of his boxers and slipping them down, his hard cock springing free of its cloth confines. The tip leaking pearl and standing stiff. Trimmed pubes leading to heavy balls and upwards was his toned abdomen.

“Is this all for me?” You tease and suck lightly on his baby pink tip. He tried to pull you down and you resist, moving instead down his shaft to suckle on his aching sack, the motion making him growl and shake.

“Fuck yes.. all for you baby girl, always for you..” he grunts then tangles his hands in your hair, tugging on your scalp. “Gods.. fuck me.. always so good” he rolls his eyes back. The groans louder as you finally take him into your mouth, letting your slobber lube your hand so you can pump what you can’t take. Your tongue traces the bulging vein Yang runs under his cock head, swirling it and catching all his leaking pre before going back down.

“Mmpohh…” he tenses “fuck fuck fuck.. I’m.. ohhmm..” he takes control and face fucks you, hips lifting up to meet your face, hands tangled in your hair, he was enjoying this more than any blowjob he’d ever been given. There was a moment of chocked silence as Anakin came down your throat, beads of sweat running down to his eyebrows, eyes pinched close and brows furrowed.

As soon as he came down from that high, you made eye contact and swallowed his whole load, letting the little bit that dripped from your mouth to be scooped up by your tongue. “Merry Christmas daddy..” you tease and he groans “get the fuck over here” he growls and stands up, pulling you up and throwing you on the bed.

Anakin kisses up your thighs and nips at the conjunction between your thighs and hips “fuck me babygirl..” he coos “so good with the little ones, makes me wanna give you one of our own” he growls before ripping off your panties with his teeth, tearing the delicate lace.

“Oh! Mm.. please.. give me a baby.. make me full..” you spread your legs, allowing him to see the wetness of your cunt. You pull your knees to your chest and your puffy, pink clit pops out from between your glistening folds.

Your boyfriend tugs his cock a few times, using the thumb on his other hands to tease your sensitive bud “I’ll give you a fucking baby.. I’ll pump you full of my cum..” he promises as he folds you in half and bullies his cock into your cunt “I’ll make you so full your forget what it’s like to be.. empty..” he grunts and starts to pump his thick, heavy cock into your puffy pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck!” You groan and bite your finger, trying to refrain from waking up Luke and Leia. Each thrust leaves a sticky squelch behind, the sound and smell of your combined arousal is like Anakins personal heroin, each jiggle of your tits, every choked sob that leaves your mouth, it’s all Anakin will ever need.

“Cum, fucking cream all over my cock, you’re already clenching me so good.. let me feel you cum” he demands and slaps your folds a few times. Pinching your clit ever so slightly.

You listen almost instantly, your back arching and a loud whimper escaping your throat, cunt fluttering around his invasive manhood. Anakin isn’t far behind, shorting his hot and sticky load into your womb, making sure to fuck it against your cervix, making sure to take advantage of your little fertile body.

As soon as the sexual haze lifts off the room, Anakin turned back into your loving and doting boyfriend. “Oh baby.. did I hurt you?” He lifts you up and lays you on his chest “that was so good, you did so good..” he coos gently and you nuzzle him “mhm.. I’m okay.. ‘m perfect..” you assure him.

He lets out a comforting sigh and nods “so perfect.. my perfect girl.. my most wonderful Christmas present..” he kisses you softly “Merry Christmas doll..”

You lean into it “Merry Christmas, daddy.”

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (25/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Having lunch with friends always leads to sharing information. And girl, those friends don't hold back.

Warnings: 18+ (mentions of smut), fluff, Kika is the bestest friend on this planet, mentions of Carlos and his girlfriend (yes, I consider this a trigger)

Word Count: 3.3k

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A/N: I just reached 2.6k followers and wow!! thank you so much!!! I love you! and this one is for you!!! feedback is appreciated.

Although it's only a few days until Christmas, the sun is shining so brightly that it's pleasantly warm as you and Kika leave the furniture store. As planned - but still with an uneasy feeling - you have left the almost overflowing shopping cart in front of the checkouts and while Charles pays for your "early Christmas present", you and your friend walk to the restaurant.

"I hope all this stuff fits in the car." Kika curls her mouth into a grin. "The mirror I wrote on the note - you know, the one they have to get from storage - is pretty big."

"I'd like to have your guts," you answer her. "Just picking out a huge mirror without knowing exactly whether it will fit anywhere in our apartment."

Kika grins and points to her brown eyes. "Eye measurement, baby. Those marbles are that big for a reason."

You have to stifle a laugh. "If you say so."

While the Portuguese woman plans where in your room she will place which decoration, your thoughts drift off. 

It bothers you a little that Charles wants to spend so much money on you. And for no good reason. "I want you to feel comfortable" was his explanation, which is of course very courteous and loving of him. But you could have bought the things with your own money. At least a small part of it. 

Would he expect a similarly expensive gift for Christmas now? If so, what could you get him? What do you give someone who already has everything? 

"Are you mad at me?" Kika interrupts your flow of thoughts and grabs your elbow. 

Confused, you turn to her. "What?"

"I - I don't know." When she stops, you're forced to stop too. "I didn't tell you that Charles is a famous Formula 1 driver. You - you confided in me about Raphael and I kept you in the dark about your roommate." 

You exhale. "Kika..."

"I wasn't a good friend and I'm sorry about that. Charles had asked us all not to tell because he wanted to protect you and enjoy the time with you when he was just Charles to you. Even if it wasn't fair to you. I can understand if you're angry with me and-"

"I'm not angry with you," you interrupt her and smile at her. "You're Charles' friend first and foremost and I can't blame him or you for keeping his secret. It doesn't affect our friendship in the slightest."

"Promise?" Her tone sounds a little more pleased than it did a few moments ago. 

You nod. "I promise."

She hooks back into you. "Thank goodness for that. I felt super bad because I couldn't tell you. But it wasn't my secret and it wasn't my place to tell you. And I'm really relieved that you see it the same way." She rests her head on your shoulder as you continue walking. 

"So you're a model, huh?" you ask her. 

She nods. "Yes. Well, I put a lot of effort into it and it's very tiring at times." Kika shrugs her shoulders. "But because of that - and Pierre, of course - I get to travel a lot and see great places. And I really appreciate that." She looks at you. "Now that you're unemployed -" You give her a dirty look. "Maybe you'd like to take my pictures sometime. And then I can post it on my Instagram and maybe other models will want to book you."

"You haven't seen any of my pictures yet," you reply with a laugh as she grabs your hand and jumps up and down. "Of course we can. We can try it out if you like."

Your friend looks around briefly before letting go of you and moving away from you. "How about now? I know you don't have your camera with you, but you can use my phone. The photos won't be as focused as with a real camera, but it should be enough to get you started." 

She hands you her cell phone before standing opposite you against the wall of the house. You watch her uncertainly as she fixes her hair. "Are you sure about this? What if the boys are already waiting for us?"

"Let them." She pulls her black jeans up a little so that they sit loosely on her hips. "It won't take long. And I trust you. So here we go."

While Kika turns, repositions herself and smiles at the camera, you take as many pictures as you can. In between, you adjust her purple cardigan so that it sits in the middle of her narrow shoulders, tell her how her feet should be positioned to emphasize the curves of her body and even tousle her hair once so that a few strands fall loosely into her forehead. 

When you look at the pictures after ten minutes and favor three of them, she looks curiously over your shoulder. "They look great. Really outfit of the day vibe." You hand the phone back to her. "I like this one. And this one. You've captured my butt well," she grins and puts the phone in her black handbag before hooking it back up to you. "And now let's go. I'm really hungry and I don't want to keep your tiramisu from you."

Oh well. 

Charles' words - "Then lie down on the bed, mon amour. I'd like to see how you look on it" - haunt your mind and the images that appear in your head don't make the situation any easier.  

For example, Charles kneeling between your legs and his gaze wandering hungrily over your body. How his hands rest on your thighs to open them a little wider so that he can lie comfortably on his stomach between them. How he slides his fingers under the hem of your panties to slowly pull them off your legs. And the way his mouth moves up from the soft skin of your thighs to where you want it to be. Need it to be. The way he opens his mouth and licks his tongue over his lips before closing the distance between you and - 

"Watch out. You start drooling." When you give Kika a confused look, she pokes you in the side. "I didn't know you could daydream about tiramisu."

"I wasn't even thinking about tiramisu," you defend yourself, but Kika doesn't believe a word you say. 

"Of course not." You could even hear her grin if you weren't looking at her. She lifts her hand and puts it to your cheek, playfully wiping the non-existent spit from the corner of your mouth. "I hate to repeat myself, but you're really not very good at lying."

You chew the inside of your cheek and look down at your sneakers. "Is it that obvious?"

"That you're totally into tiramisu? Hardly," she replies wryly, but puts her arm around your shoulder. "Let's be honest. A trained eye like mine can spot something like that, but if you're worried about the boys seeing it - you really don't need to worry. They wouldn't even recognize a dessert if you put it right in front of them."

"I just don't know what to do," you confess to her. 

Kika purses her lips. "Would you be ready for tiramisu after everything that's happened?"

A question you don't know the answer to. After Raphael's betrayal, you had actually sworn off men for a long time for fear that something similar would happen to you again. You tried to build a wall around your heart, but Charles has broken it down piece by piece and now there is only him. He has spread inside you, in your head and in your heart, and you are hungry for him - a feeling that you have never felt for Raphael before. A feeling that takes you by surprise and overruns you like an avalanche and you are helplessly at its mercy. 

"It's not the end of the world if you're ready for it," Kika assures you and her smile is genuine. "And when you're ready to give the tiramisu its real name, I'll be here if you want to talk about it."

You hug your friend tightly, causing her to let out a loud gasp. "Thank you, Kika. Really."

"You don't need to thank me. After all, I'm going to make full use of the mirror in your room soon and use you for your photography skills."

A few minutes later, you arrive at the small restaurant. As you enter through the glass door, you can already see the two men sitting at a table at the back. And Kika was right - apart from the four of you, the restaurant is deserted. 

"Where have you been?" asks Pierre as you join them. While Kika sits down opposite her boyfriend, you take the empty seat next to her. "We've been waiting for ages."

"We had to stop for a moment because I wanted to take photos," Kika explains and shows them both one of the pictures you took of her.

Pierre grimaces in amazement. "Very good photos. I hope you tag her in them too."

Playfully indignant, she puts her hand to her cleavage. "Of course! What makes you think I wouldn't do that? It might even land her more photo shoots with other models." She leans in your direction. "But as long as I remain your favorite model, everything's fine."

"You are and always will be my favorite model, Kika," you reply and briefly lean your cheek against the top of her head before she sits up straight again. 

While Kika and Pierre argue lovingly, you feel Charles pressing one of his legs against yours under the table. When you look at him, he smiles. "Everything okay?" he asks silently, tilting his head. 

You nod. "Everything's perfect." You press your leg against his as well.

The risotto you ordered doesn't taste too bad, even if it is a little more fancy than your typical meals. The boys talk about their sport and you try to understand everything, but when the conversation eventually turns to engines, you stop listening. 

You watch Charles as he talks energetically and passionately to his friend about his job, while the French mainly listens. He tries to explain things with his hands, waving them wildly in front of his face, and if you didn't know him, you'd think he was a bit out of his mind. But there is something twinkling in his eyes, a spark that shines brighter and brighter the longer he talks about Formula 1.

It makes him so attractive that you have to swallow. 

"How are Carlos and his girlfriend doing?" Kika interjects into the conversation. "I saw on Instagram the other day that they went on a trip together."

You look from Kika to Charles. "Who is Carlos?"

"My teammate at Ferrari. The other driver," he explains briefly with a smile before turning to Kika. "I've seen that too. Santorini or something, wasn't it? It was definitely nice, but let's see how long it lasts."

You have to ask again. " How long will it last? That doesn't sound like you have much faith in the relationship."

Kika, who has taken a sip of her water, puts her glass back on the table. "Unfortunately, this has nothing to do with faith," she explains and takes her cell phone out of her bag. She taps on it a little until she hands it to you. 

You see an Instagram page of a Becca, also a model, it seems. 27 years old, model at the Bijou Management agency. Her last post is actually from Santorini and alongside all the pictures of her lolling by the pool is one of her with a man. Carlossainz55 is tagged in the picture.

"When you're famous, it's harder to have a relationship," Pierre continues. "Not everyone is so lucky and falls in love with someone who is a good match for them. Sometimes rumors surface about people that aren't true, but still damage reputations. And to counteract this, some people go into relationships that put them in a good light."

You look around in confusion. "So it's a marketing strategy? So that people can sell themselves better?"

Charles nods. "These PR relationships are very conspicuous and usually easy to see through, but even then they distract from the actual rumor."

"And Carlos and Becca are in one of those PR relationships?" Your friends nod. "And what's the rumor that needs to be put to rest?"

Charles bites the inside of his cheek. "Carlos was with a young, super-nice woman for years. When they broke up, there was a rumor that he had a secret family and even a son. That this was the reason for the break-up. And that triggered a few conversations at Ferrari." He shrugs his shoulders. "And then they pulled Becca in for him."

You furrow your eyebrows. "Pulled her in? How do you find someone to willingly agree to a fake relationship like that?"

Kika catches your attention. "Some racing teams have a cooperation with certain modeling agencies for such cases. Which of course makes the whole thing even more conspicuous. But just think how much publicity the girlfriends get from it. It definitely doesn't hurt the modeling job."

"But you also have to understand that millions of euros are attached to a driver's reputation," Pierre explains. "Fans buy tickets to see their favorite driver. They buy merchandise like shirts, caps or whatever to show their loyalty. And loyalty is not exactly low. Ask Charles. One priest has his whole Instagram page dedicated to him."

As you look at your roommate, he can only nod. "That's true. Fans put their favorites on pedestals, praise them to the skies and would defend them to the bitter end. But a rumor that is so serious and has consequences like falling sales figures - anything is better than fans who refuse to support their favorites."

"And why do you think it won't be good for much longer?" Charles looks nervously around the room as if he doesn't know what to say, and his friends also avoid your gaze and your question. "Guys, I don't know these people. So, whatever you tell me - I can't do anything with the information anyway. Is there another woman?"

"It's not exactly another woman," Kika mumbles into her glass and all heads turn in her direction. "What is it? Like she's going to run to the nearest news agency and tell them that the Spanish Ferrari driver isn't exclusively into women."

You raise your hands placatingly. "In case it's not clear - of course I'll keep everything that's said around the table to myself. I'm not crazy and risking our friendship."

"I didn't expect anything else," Charles replies with a smile that could melt glaciers. "I couldn't bear it if we weren't friends anymore either." 

As you look at him and mindlessly lick your lips, you feel Kika's elbow gently on your arm. 

"What do you think? Do you fancy some tiramisu?" 

Your gaze lingers on Charles and when he presses his leg a little harder against yours, your breath hitches. "I'm craving it."

And indeed. The tiramisu isn't as good as the one at the restaurant where you met Kika and Pierre, but it comes close. You try to look away from Charles, but every time you look at him, his eyes are already on you. Something that makes you even more nervous than it should. 

When you get into the car a short time later, unnoticed, you glance briefly over the seats back into the trunk. "Where's the new bed?"

Charles straps himself in and has the seat belt fastened against his torso. "They'll deliver it between Christmas and New Year and set it up straight away. Then I won't have all the work and Pierre won't have to lug it around with me."

"For which I am very grateful," replies the Frenchman, steering the car through the streets of Monaco. "I don't even know how we're going to transport this mirror without breaking it. It was already barely possible to get it into the car."

"That sounds like a you-problem," grins Kika, looking at her boyfriend through the rear-view mirror. "You're the strong men. You'll find a solution while we get all the little things into the apartment. Right?"

The question is directed at you, but apart from a nod, she can't expect anything else in response. Charles's fingers are once again wrapped around your calf, his thumb gently stroking your warm skin and you can't think of anything else but the feeling of warmth that spreads through you from this small touch. 

It takes a good hour for both the mirror and the rest to get to the upstairs in your apartment. After Pierre involuntarily teaches you several swear words in French and Kika decorates your entire windowsill with fake plants, they quickly make a run for it, worried that you're both going to take even more advantage of them than you already have. 

"We've had a good day so far," you call out to Charles from the kitchen as you pour you both a glass of water each. You don't know where he is, but he will probably have heard you anyway. 

"Definitely," comes his voice from the living room. As you follow it, you see Charles sitting on the large couch, his head back and his eyes closed. Only now do you notice how thick his neck is. Is it from all the training for Formula 1?

"Here." You hold his glass of water out to him and he opens his eyes to accept it. As you sit down, he takes a sip. You watch his Adam's apple bounce as he swallows. 

"Thank you," he replies quietly and rests his arm on the back of the couch. A sign for you to lean against him, which you definitely don't refuse. 

As you snuggle into his side and breathe in his unmistakable scent, you feel tiredness overtake you. "But it was exhausting."

""Mh-mhh." 

"Thanks again. For my early Christmas present. Even though it wasn't necessary," you joke, but as rigid as Charles is sitting next to you, he doesn't seem to be in the mood for jokes. And as you follow his stare, the roses on the white piano come into your field of vision. The reason why you suggested the trip to the furniture store. And suddenly your tiredness is blown away. 

"Do you happen to know anyone who has something like a fire bowl or something?" you ask your flatmate. 

This question seems to break him out of his spell. His gaze wanders from the roses to you and he raises an eyebrow in confusion. "A fire bowl?" You nod. "Joris has a rooftop terrace and we've had bonfires there before in the summer." He licks his teeth once. "What do you need a fire bowl for? You're not thinking about sitting around a fire with sticks and marshmallows in winter, are you?"

"Not exactly," you reply and get up from the couch. As you look down at him, you hold out your hand. "Come on, mon joli. I have an idea."

[burreauxpop]

🎉🦇 Happy BATday 🦇🎉

happiest of (early) birthdays to joey 🥹 i hope he knows he’s so talented and admired, and he’s literally the goat (imo) <33 and yes this is someone based off of joe getting a bat mobile…BUT ALAS! joe is so sweet and amazing and regardless of how tonight’s game goes, i hope this awesome, sexy, talented, cute, sweet, iconic, LEGENDARY man has the bestest 28th birthday in the world because that’s what he deserves! 🧡

description: a bulleted blurb where you surprise joe with a lego set and…something else for his birthday ;)

warnings: fluff, suggestive (smut implication), cut-off at the end), reader cosplays (?) as catwoman, implied roleplay…maybe more, idk-

• so, joe’s birthday was coming up. and unfortunately for you…

• you had no idea what to get him.

• you give him gifts surrounding his interests all the time!

• you give him star wars stuff, dinosaur pajamas, etc.

• one time, you gifted him a science kit that he saw in the store one day.

• nerd.

• but it was so heartwarming, seeing his eyes light up like a kid on christmas day. how could you not spoil him?

• even when he protested, saying “babe, i really don���t need anything”

• which he does mean, but truthfully, he’d never turn down a gift from you.

• this year? you had no fucking clue what to gift him.

• you were almost tempted to just cook a nice meal and chill with him (lameeee)

• but you decided to make an effort!

• he is your beloved boyfriend after all

• so you decide to call up ja’marr.

• ring ring

• he picks up, and you ask him what on earth to get joe for his bday

• “well…he likes star wars-”

• “already gave him a star wars gift.”

• “uh, dinosaurs-”

• “he has a t-rex onesie.”

• “spongebob-”

• “no.” (joe has way too much spongebob stuff)

• “man, i don’t know. i mean…he bought a bat mobile, but that won’t come until later-”

• “wait, ja’marr…say that again.”

• “…that again.”

• “…i’m hanging up.”

• “hold on-”

• you hung up. besides, you had an idea anyway.

• that’s when you grab your purse and head to the nearest store; besides, a lego bat mobile set must be common.

• sure enough, you found one!

• but…surely one measly lego set wouldn’t be enough…

• you wanted to do something different. bold even.

• after purchasing the lego set, you immediately went on the hunt for a latex bodysuit.

• that’s right. you wanted to add an element of surprise, and dress as catwoman.

• it’s different

• but it’s quite fitting

• + you might be able to give joe some good birthday sex!

• finally, you found a bodysuit of good quality and wasted no time ordering it.

• this was going to be good.

• timeskip to joe’s birthday.

• he returns from practice, and he’s a bit sweaty (yuck)

• you give him pat on the shoulder, ushering him to hurry and take a shower so he can receive his gift.

• so he does.

• when he comes back, you hold the bag out to him, wishing him a happy birthday.

• you watch him open it, and he pulls out some candy that you knew he liked

• he pulls out a pair of soft batman socks you also got him (he wears socks everywhere)

• and finally, the lego bat mobile set

• his eyes lit up like a big lightbulb, he was so happy.

• though he slowly looks at you.

• “what’s with the batman stuff?”

• “well…i heard through the grapevine you bought an actual bat mobile. so i thought this lego one would suffice until your real one came in.”

• joe pouted. he was going to whoop ja’marr’s ass later.

• nonetheless, you laughed and pat joe’s head.

• “relax…besides, i have one more gift. but you gotta close your eyes.”

• confused, but intrigued, joe closes his eyes.

• you head into a nearby bathroom and change into the latex bodysuit.

• you were nervous, despite having already tried it on

• because what if he didn’t like it?

• (you knew he’d like it. i mean, it’s an excuse for him to gawk at you.)

• once you secure the cat ears, you sigh, heading back out and standing in front of joe.

• “okay. you can look now.”

• joe slowly opened his eyes and…

• holy shit.

• his eyes widened so wide, and his jaw practically dropped to the floor

• “no way…are you-”

• “catwoman? yes~.”

• joe took his time to look over your body.

• the way the latex hugged every single curve you had

• he’d be LYING if he said he wasn’t turned on.

• he very much was, as he smirked at you.

• “god damn, baby…this might be the best gift yet.”

• “yeah?”

• he stood up and nodded, his hands seeking a spot on your waist.

• he needed you. like…now.

• “how about we get to the bedroom…? and you keep this on?”

• “what, you like it that much?”

• “yeah…but…i have a little idea. maybe some acting, if you will.

• you laughed, picking up what he was putting down.

• “sure…as long as you don’t lift a single finger. this is your birthday, remember?”

• “yeah, yeah, i know.”

• with that, he scooped you into his arms, and carried you off into your guys' shared room.

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WOOOOOO happy joe dayyyy 🤸🏾‍♀️🧡 i’m posting this earlier so we can cry later if we lose and not stress about posting ^^

[fairlyang]

Perfect ⚔️

w/c: 881

pairing: wade wilson x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. buying xmas gifts, getting distracted, exhibitionism, in a dressing room, groping, compliments, dirty talk, teasing

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wade would be one to surprisingly be early on his christmas presents, mainly because he needed all his loved ones to know how he appreciated them all and also because he knew there was a high chance he’d forget about it if he didn’t do it early.

so you joined him in his endeavors, mainly to find decent gifts for his favorite lesbian couple because how was he suppose to know what teenagers want? even then he had a hard time finding stuff for peter and colosus, who he considered to be his bestest friends.

but you both quickly got sidetracked once your eyes landed on the bright pink vibrant store and you both started walking to the entrance without saying a word.

it didn’t take long for wade to find some bras he wanted to see you in, and because he was attentive when he wanted, they were all in your size.

so you quickly went into the changing room and he tried to follow suit but a worker told him he had to wait for you to change into the items before he could go in. he bit his tongue and waited for a solid two minutes before she was distracted by a lady who wanted to get measured and he was outside your door, muttering under his breath for you to let him in.

you carefully opened the door and he slipped in about to complain about that lady but instead gasped and groaned, “oh fuck- please tell me you’re taking this one. please.”

it was a red lacy bra, no coverage whatsoever because he could clearly see your hard nipples and had a tiny white bow between your tits.

“i don’t know if i like it…” you lied and he scoffed, “you’re fucking crazy and demented if you don’t see what i see.”

“what do you see?” you ask, biting your lip as he walked behind you.

his hands were on your shoulders, making you face the mirror before they were on your collarbones and slowly making their way down. you felt his breath by your ear and suddenly his hands couldn’t help themselves and he groped your tits. he squeezed them, locking eyes with you in the mirror before whispering, “all i see is pure beauty, the most elegant, perfect, and beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

didn’t take much for your face to grow hot but he just kept going, “look how fucking pretty you are, perfect fucking tits in this bra? fuck baby, i think reds my permanent favorite color now.”

the last part made you laugh which quickly had him shushing you, “shhh princess, i shouldn’t even be in here.”

“oh we both know nothing was going to stop your pervy ass from coming in here.” you tease making him hum, “you fucking love it.”

“you know i do.” you murmur and lean your head back.

“let’s try the others yeah?” he asked and you nodded.

he let you go and took a step back until he hit the wall, “closing my eyes to be surprised.”

you chuckled as you took off the red bra and putting it on the small chair then pick up a baby blue bra with see through mesh and glittery stars. you put it on quickly and then stand in front of wade, asking him to take a step forward which he does.

you reached behind you to grab his hands and he follows your lead as you slowly lead them to your tits. you place his hands on your tits and it took just him feeling the fabric to let out a small moan.

he opened his eyes and looked at the mirror in awe and pure lust, “this color suits you so well cupcake, you’ve gotta take them all.”

“think so?” you ask and let go of his hands, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“mhm, look so fucking good baby. i could eat you right up, breakfast, lunch and dinner, you name it and i’m eating it.” he says and lets go of your right breast.

his hand trailed down your stomach and you were too slow to stop him as his hand went under your skirt and right down to rub your clit. he rubbed slow circles, feeling your arousal easily seeping through as he squeezed your left breast.

his fingers then went down and swirled them between your clothed folds, soaking them easily yet again. “so fucking perfect. look like a fucking model and as wet as niagara falls is on any good day.”

“fuck wade- just like that.” you whisper and feel your eyes start to flutter.

“mm my dirty girl likes getting played with in public? knowing anyone can catch us like this?” he murmurs and you bit your lip as well as clasping a hand over your mouth.

“dirty fucking girl… you like getting felt up like this, don’t you baby girl?” he murmurs and you quickly nod, “so much baby.”

“well sadly you’re not gonna get to cum baby, can’t forget we’re still in public…” he murmurs in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“thought you didn’t like teasing?” you whined and he smirked then shrugged, “who said anything about not liking to tease you?”

[argumentativeaxolotl]

Random Human AU Cars headcanons that probably don’t make any sense before I go to bed bc I can.

Lightning McQueen:

- Has accidentally called Doc “dad” before

- Has accidentally called Strip “dad” as well

- Bro can literally not stop moving- like he will not sit still and he tries so hard

- He has the shortest attention span ever if it doesn’t have to do with his friends or racing

- He actually really enjoys American Football and plays a modified version with Mater sometimes

- He was an orphan growing up

- Bro would 100% go apeshit feral if he lost a game of Uno

- Loves carnivals

- Dog person

- Forgets he’s rich sometimes and he can make his own decisions about money

- His love language is hugs and gifts

- He bought the Hot Wheels of his car and continues to buy every variation

Chick Hicks:

- Bit other kids as a child

- Filled water guns with lemonade and shot at people’s eyes

- Daddy issues(actually this is canon isn’t it?)

- Cat person

- Frighteningly good at card games like Casino “house always wins” levels of good. Like bro will somehow know what your cards are without even looking at them

- He put rocks in snowballs

- Alcoholic

- Loves anything horror, gorey, and True Crime

- He’s notoriously bad at getting people gifts, like seriously bro is not allowed to buy anything for anyone for Christmas or their birthdays that’s how bad it is(someone usually gets it for him)

- He probably has a huge gambling problem

- His love language is giving gifts

- He gives gifts as a form of apology because he’s shit at words

- Literally the best mustache in all of cars- like he keeps that thing at top condition 101% of the time

- He never actually finished school because his dad forced him into racing as soon as he could

- Probably had rabies at one point and somehow survived

- If you somehow manage to become a good friend of his, he’ll actually be super chill w/ you

- Rich as FUCK

Strip Weathers:

- Legally adopted Cal after his parents passed away(or sumn idk)

- Has several scars on his arm from the crash during the tie-breaker race

- He, Tex, Lynda, and Cal were practically inseparable after the crash

- He and Tex are literally the bestest of buds like they are homies to the MAX

- He doesn’t hold any ill-will against Chick even if he should and is allowed to

- The “Boy Scout” of racing(think Superman or Captain America)

- He listens to “Old Town Road” by Lil Nas X while working with his horses. Cal cringes every time.

- He never swears unless he’s serious about something or is extremely upset or concerned

- He almost fainted when he met Doc for the first time, almost immediately asking for an autograph

- He has a ranch full of horses and enjoys horse racing as well as car racing

- Received an apology gift of both cologne and a miniature trophy from Chick

- He let Chick sign his cast after the crash

- He’s tried to teach Lightning and Bobby how to ride horses with Cal’s help. It did not go well

- He wanted to be a doctor for a little while before switching career paths

- Racing is literally in his blood(he comes from a very VERY long line of racers)

- Weirdly good at writing. Like for no reason.

- He heavily fanboyed over Doc when he was younger

Doc Hudson:

- He loves Lightning as his son

- He thinks of Sally as a surrogate daughter

- Unironically says “back in my day” whenever he’s telling a story

- He owns a shotgun and it’s hidden away in his house, far away from Lightning(who keeps trying to find it with no luck)

- He knows the most shit out of everyone and all their backstories. Bro hears the gossip and goes “nice”

- He loves watching fruit dissection videos on YouTube for some reason

- Bro is great at knitting. Like seriously. Give him ten seconds and you’ll have a whole ass sweater with a theme and everything

- He is an alcoholic(especially after his crash)

- Never got married or had children… until Lightning and Sally lmaooo

- He nearly started crying tears of joy when Lightning called him dad the first time

- He has several large burns and scars on his legs and lower back from the crash(like shit is really bad dude)

- His favorite movie is the original ghost busters

- He is a cat person

- He is a neat freak at heart yet gave up trying to clean out his garage because of all the bad memories

[dragonflylady77]

Terminally Straight

Harringrove | 7k | Rating: M | best friend's brother, fluff

I wrote this fic almost 2 years ago now... All 10 chapters are now up on Ao3.

@passivenovember needed some fluff today so I decided it was time to post it.

Gift for @passivenovember, @heck-in-a-handbasket, @fizzigigsimmer @ihni and @shieldofiron

Summary:

Robin's mom married Steve's dad at the end of Robin's senior year and Robin is not happy about it. Thankfully her new stepbrother is off to university. Robin's best friend Billy wouldn't have minded getting to know the famed King of Hawkins High. Eight years later, they meet again and it goes better than Billy had anticipated.

read on Ao3

Hawkins, Indiana

July 2015

Billy’s crush had started at the end of senior year. He’d recently turned eighteen and landed himself a summer job with his bestest friend in the world before they started their graphic design studies.

Robin was throwing a pool party to celebrate the end of high school. Billy and Robin had clicked the moment they’d met, on Billy’s first day as a transfer from Cali, halfway through the previous school year. Their respective gaydars had pinged hard and they’d become instant best friends.

All the popular kids had decided to show up to the party because no one passed up on free booze at a pool party, even one thrown by the band geek, especially when it afforded them a look at the former residence of Hawkins High School legend, the famed Steve Harrington, Robin’s new stepbrother. To Robin’s neverending dismay, her mother had recently married Steve’s father and they were conveniently away on their Christmas honeymoon in Florida.

The sun was shining high that day in Hawkins, Indiana, and Billy was working on a decent buzz, red solo cup resting on the pool chair between his legs as he rolled a joint for him and Robin when someone angrily called out his friend’s name. 

Robin flinched on the end of the lounger and Billy looked up from his task to find the prettiest boy he’d ever seen stalking towards them. Thick brown hair, huge brown eyes that sparked with anger, gangly arms dotted with moles peeking out of a sage green polo shirt, long legs hidden by jeans and white trainers.

“Robin, what the hell is this?”

“Hello to you too, Steven. What does it look like? It’s a pool party. Surely you remember what a party is?”

“Yes, thank you, I know what a party is. I’m also willing to bet that a bunch of people here are under age.”

“What’s your point, pretty boy?” Billy couldn’t help himself, the words slipped out and he could have sworn Steve’s cheeks turned pink but it was hard to tell from behind his aviators. 

A second later, Steve bristled. “What do you mean, what’s my point? And don’t call me that.”

“Steve,” Robin interrupted, her hand landing on Billy’s forearm in warning, because she knew he wouldn’t leave it at that if given half a chance, “I know you went to parties all the time when you were in high school, so you can get off that fucking high horse of yours for a minute and let us enjoy the fact that we made it through senior year.”

“There’s still stories around school about the party the year you graduated, princess,” Billy added, just to see the pink on Steve’s cheeks again, and boy, was it a pretty sight. Totally worth Robin digging her nails into his arms.

Steve Harrington’s name was whispered at school like he was royalty; there wasn’t anything he hadn’t done or got away with. Billy had always taken the rumors he’d heard with a grain of salt but seeing Steve in person, he wanted them all to be true.

Steve glared at them, his lips pressed in a thin line, then he turned around and stalked off. They heard a door slam inside then the roar of an engine. Billy and Robin looked at each other, trying not to laugh, before Billy went back to finish rolling that joint. He lit it and took a long drag, leaning back in his sun lounger.

“So that’s your new brother, Rob?”

“Uh huh, aren’t I lucky?” Robin said, the sarcasm thick in her voice. “So glad he got into U of Illinois and moved to Chicago. He’s a ray of freaking sunshine.”

“He is hot as fuck is what he is,” Billy said, wondering how far down Steve’s blush went.

“He’s also terminally straight, so don’t waste your time, Billy.”

Billy let out a huge sigh. “Why does this keep happening to me? I’m telling you, Rob, I’m cursed!”

Robin cackled, taking the joint off him. “Poor, poor baby.”

[hellshire-harlot]

Can’t stop thinking about Childhood Best Friend!Simon Riley. So here.

TW: Mentions of bullying, based heavily off my own childhood, Reader is GN and a child (and presumably American), Fluff and a sprinkle of angst, Autistic!Reader, Simon’s backstory

You meet him when your locker is placed next to his in the second grade. He’s a scraggly little kid, quiet with studious, curious eyes. He doesn’t talk much, like you. You like him almost immediately. Then he opens his mouth, telling the boys who always pick on you to ‘sod off’. He has a funny accent, and you like it.

His name is Simon, which you think is a pretty name. And like all childhood friendships, the bond is as strong as it was quickly sealed. When your teacher calls all of you to the carpet for a lecture or a lesson, you and him always sit together, criss-cross-applesauce like you’re supposed to. When you get fidgety, you bump your knees against each other’s, a silent little language only the two of you know.

Where once both you and him were very quiet, together, you come out of your shells. As much as your teacher likes seeing the two of you blossom, she does have to remind you not to chat during class when there’s work to be done. But it’s hard! You’ve never connected with someone like you have with Simon.

At lunch, you both sit together, always. Usually you sit in a quieter part of the cafeteria, at the end of the long tables where few people sit. During lunch he tells you about his brother, Tommy, and you think he talks so much to distract you from the fact that he has precious little to eat. You don’t like how little he eats, so you parcel out portions of your own (admittedly meager) lunch for him. He insists you don’t have to, but you insist that you do, because that’s what friends are for! He likes being your friend. From that day forward his stomach rumbles a little less each day.

At recess you and him play the wildest games, either just the two of you or with another group of kids. After all, the playground is the neutral ground- all rivalries, all bullying stops the second the recess bell rings and everyone steps out into the mulch. He’s really fast, and a little too strong for his age and size, and you think maybe sometimes he lets you win. Never once do you stray too far from one another; you and him both silently fear that leaving even once will reveal that the other is merely an illusion.

You think differently than most other kids. Simon does too, and in that you find kinship. When numbers jumble in your head, he helps you, solving problems with ease, and when he struggles to get through his writing assignments you guide him through each paragraph. Art class is a favorite you share. Watercolors stain your little fingers, and a dot of pink paint remains on your nose from when he dabbed just a bit on the tip. Together, you make works of art that your teacher is left in awe of.

Where once classes were an endless boring struggle, time passes in a golden, hazy bliss with him at your side. He has the same mind as you, something you’ve never encountered, and it’s magical. Suddenly all the bullies, the cruel kids and the indifferent teachers, cease to matter, because you have the bestest friend in the whole wide world. He takes the bus home, and you get picked up by a parent each afternoon, and every time you have to part for the day you hug and promise to bring him something nice to eat for lunch tomorrow. From the car window, your parent watches on, thrilled that their child has made such a wondrous friend.

Weeks turn into months turn into years. Simon cries when you make him a Christmas gift in class, you hug him so tight he can barely breathe when he leaves a Valentine’s gift in your locker, the only one to do so. You beg your teachers and parents to keep putting you in the same class as him, and blessedly, they allow it. From second to third to fourth grade things remain the same. It’s hard sometimes, but Simon is going through the same things. It’s nice not to be alone, and even when everyone else turns against you, he stays by your side.

It’s in fifth grade that you both finally convince your parents to have him over for a night or two. And when Simon comes to your house, your parents go a little quiet. You don’t know why- yeah, he’s a little scrawny and thin for his age, and he gets banged up sometimes, but who doesn’t? You’re too young, too sweet, to know the truth behind the visible ribs and the endless bruises and scars on your friend’s body. But your parents are keen, and when they realize the extent of Simon’s situation, they know they have to do something.

The next morning, your dad cooks a huge breakfast for all of you, and Simon is thrilled to be eating so much delicious food! Your parents, though worried and protective, are utterly enchanted by your friend. They make sure to keep you and him occupied over the weekend while they do what they need to do. Neither you nor him overhear the endless calls they make in adjacent rooms to various services. The final straw is when you accidentally knock something onto the kitchen floor, and Simon panics. When your parents come in to see if you’re alright, he puts himself in front of you and orders them in a voice far too mature to leave you alone. As if they’d do anything to you, as if they’d hurt you. As if he needed to protect you.

That night, you and him share a sleeping bag because he has nightmares about snakes and men in skull masks. You give him one of your stuffies to hold. Deep into the night, two people, skittish and dirty and scared, are welcomed into your house.

Simon’s mom and little Tommy.

Through the school’s counselor your parents got ahold of Simon’s mother, telling her to pack what she could and come to your home, where she and Tommy would be safe. Simon is both confused and happy to see his family at the table for breakfast the next morning, and you’re thrilled to meet his family. But the talk around the grownup table is all serious, and so you and Simon and Tommy are left in another room to play.

In the afternoon CPS comes knocking, to interview Simon and his mom. They look him over, jot down his address, and leave, and only a few hours later they call your parents again to inform you all that Simon’s dad has been arrested. He’ll never touch Simon or Tommy again.

After that, things are kind of a blur. Simon’s mom gets full custody when his dad gets life in prison for his crimes, which you learn more about as you grow older. When the house next door to yours opens up, you help the Rileys purchase it, and the fence between your adjacent lawns gets taken down. More years pass, as you and Simon and Tommy grow up all together.

Some things get worse over time, but Simon is there. Always. And he’s not going anywhere.

[jovieinramshackle]

Oh my god 2025 ummm what the fuck amirite (it's not even for me yet it's over 10pm)

Okay so um hi hey hello. What a year huh (at least for me). So wild I transed my whole gender like damn the she/her to he/him pipeline was so real but ANYWAYS

I already said quite a bit during Christmas here but I would be lying if I said I didn't have a million more things to say. Even more to some certain mutuals/friends that have really been nothing but kind to me. Some old ones, some recent ones, I can't list everyone but I genuinely just appreciate any amount of support and love, big or small.

I've been thinking about whether I should directly say a few things to some mutuals/friends for a while (and I already have to some, but I don't mind repeating myself lol), but I think New Year's is the perfect chance to do so.

Apologies for the tagging in advance SUDISAHFIUHISDE

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@crystallizsch I have already expressed to you how much I appreciate and grateful I am to you for encouraging me to make this blog, way before we had ever even interacted. I love you a lot buddy, you're absolutely the best<3

@oya-oya-okay OYAAA OYA OYAAA!!! I love you sm my darling friend, your kind words and support have genuinely been some of the biggest reasons I pushed through this year. I know the latter part of this year has been really hard for you, but I want you to know you have my support for whatever you need <3

@viperbunnies YOU HAVE MADE ME SOBBED SM ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR GIFTS. I sometimes go back to see your art of my persona or my oc just to make myself feel a little better. Ty for making me feel part of this amazing community (PS. I still get shroompocalypse war flashbacks/j) <3

@fell-e We have mostly chatted on Discord recently and legit you're one of the funniest and nicest people I've had the pleasure of talking to! I can't wait to interact more in 2025, you're such a nice person to be around <3

@lficanthaveloveiwantpower Hi Nah! We don't interact really one-on-one, but the kind words you've given me have always made me smile. You're one of the biggest reasons I got comfortable with openly self-shipping and sharing my thoughts about my f/os. And don't even let me mention how much joy your art has given me, you're seriously one of the best artists I've had the pleasure of being mutuals with <3

@theolivetree123 I'm a sucker for your ocs I won't even lie they're always so creative and fun! Still remember the time you asked to be mutuals and I just DIE/pos. It really was a pleasant surprise and I look forward to every post you make, whether it's art or just talking about your ocs and dynamics! You're extremely creative you genuinely inspire me a lot <3

@sunnysidesevenup I KNNNNOOOOWWWW we became moots pretty recently but like. You're so cool dude wtf. Legit freaked out when YOU followed ME first. I got cold feet about following you back for a while ahaha.....but I'm so happy I did you're such a fun dude I love your creations so much too (low-key biased towards Tilly...I love him sm and for what...)

@jadelover69 MIMI YOU ARE SO FUN, JUST SOO FUN TO INTERACT WITH YOUR WHOLE ENERGY IS SOOO SDUBHDSJNAGISBSJDH/POS your reblogs always make me giggle, even if it's just you straight up dying <3 Tysm for showing so much love for my creations, it means the absolute world

@summerspook You madman. I can't believe we've been friends for almost 2 years online. You have helped me through so much stuff, sometimes I even felt guilty about it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being one of my bestest friends, talking to you is one of the main things I look forward to every day, I can't express how much appreciate you and our friendship <3

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OKAY THIS IS ALL FOR NOW there are more of you but I can't articulate my thoughts and feelings the best, but either way I love and appreciate all of you with all my heart.

New Year's has slowly lost its meaning for me (I'm neutral about it) but at least I get to use it to show my application to the people who have been with me this year, mutual or not tbh <3

Also if you wanna say something back but not publically, dms are open for mutuals <3

[asher-agere]

Azhy!! >-< cwn chu do lil chuchu adn cg dazai chriztmas hcz?!

Hi Ren! Of course! Also I just realized my only Christmas requests are from Ren- Weird how that works out. But!! I started this on the Eve of Christmas Eve! Meaning it’s time for Christmas requests to get priority! (Do you guys like my made up rules that make no sense?)

Little Chuuya + Caregiver Dazai CHRISTMAS EDITION

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⛦ Gift giving! These two go all out with gifts! Chuuya will buy Dazai a gift and wrap it while he’s big. He gets personal gifts! Things Dazai will appreciate and cherish for years to come. But when he’s regressed he also gets Dazai a gift! He’ll draw him pictures and make Christmas cards. He’ll also get crafty! But crafty things like hot glue aren’t safe for a baby… This can lead to frustration and tantrums. But he can still make it work! His caregiver deserves the bestest gift ever!

₊ ⊹ Dazai gets so many gifts! He steals Chuuya’s money of course. He’ll track down fancy wine for Chuuya, buys elf hats of course, and tons of stuff for his baby! Any kind of pacifier, bib, clothing, etc. anything that says tiny on it? Yup already bought. All sorts of things saying “Santa’s little helper” Dazai loves making fun of his little Chibi! Regressed Chuuya loves all this stuff, oblivious to the teasing, but as soon as he’d in his big headspace Dazai will be like “Oh hey look! It still applies! Chuuya is soo small” This usually ends in Dazai being tackled to the ground

⛦ Decorating! Chuuya has so many fancy decorations. He’s got money! He’s gonna spend it however he wants to thank you very much! But a little baby can’t decorate… So Dazai helps! Dazai can be really silly though. For example decorating the tree? Lights and garlands all draped all over Chuuya. Chuuya tries to take it off as fast as Dazai puts stuff on him. Dazai will also hang ornaments off his hat, play fight using giant decorations like candy canes and stuff, chaos! Chuuya giggles and plays along of course but he also gets annoyed! Not really… But he acts annoyed!

₊ ⊹ So many Christmas movies! Chuuya just wants to watch his movies in quiet comfort. He can snuggle up in Dazai’s arms with some hot cocoa in a sippy cup! He’s a big kid! (3-6) he doesn’t need a bottle like some baby! However Dazai doesn’t watch movies quietly, he talks a lot. Like a lot a lot! And Chuuya loves having reasons to act annoyed with his caregiver! He’ll tell Dazai to shut up, and even just cover Dazai’s mouth with his hand, he’s also absolutely just- Put pacifiers into Dazai’s mouth. Though he only does that if he’s regressed on the younger side, Dazai has cooties! Ewwwww!

⛦ I think Chuuya likes to play in the snow, but only if he’d in an older headspace (4-6). If he’s a baby he just wants to stay inside and cuddle! But during the times he does go outside to play his favorite is snowball fights! Why? Because of his ability of course! Sure the gravity in canceled as soon as they touch Dazai, but that means they’ve already hit their target! He throws them so fast that Dazai can’t even catch up! I also see Chuuya as a generally warm guy, so he’s definitely tried going out in the snow without proper snow gear, meanwhile Dazai who gets cold quickly is just dragging him inside over and over to wrap him up. Chuuya complains about limited mobility of course

₊ ⊹ I don’t think they have matching pajamas, however I think they definitely found a brand that does a set in the same pattern but just like, slightly different? Dazai has a set covered in fish and Chuuya has a set covered in puppies. It’s just the cutest ever! If they were completely matching then it wouldn’t feel as true to them, they fight over everything trust me. Also if at any point the pajamas get ripped Dazai uses bandages as a patch! He’s surprisingly good at sewing, and it gives them a bit more of a matching look!

⛦ Chuuya will try staying up to see Santa, but Dazai won’t let him! Which is super rude considering how late Dazai stays up sometimes… So Chuuya goes to bed, but then he sneaks out! Dazai seems to be fast asleep in bed, so he sneaks into the living room to eat snacks and wait up! But he doesn’t see Santa… He ends up falling asleep on the couch. And when he wakes up..! There’s no presents? He goes crying to Dazai who tells him to double check everything, Chuuya finds it! In his stockings! It’s… Coal?

₊ ⊹ Dazai will just click his tongue and ask Chuuya if he did anything bad, Chuuya, the honest little guy! Admits to staying up late! He feels super bad (ó﹏ò｡) Dazai says that Santa values honesty! Maybe Santa will come back for him… So Chuuya runs off to get dressed since Dazai doesn’t need to help him with that. Then!!!! When he comes downstairs!!!! So many presents!!!! Chuuya stays oblivious but Dazai had the presents ready the night before, but he couldn’t reward Chuuya for staying up after bedtime! So he just played a little trick, then once Chuuya was honest, he got his presents still! And everyone was happy

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Started the day before Christmas Eve finished the day after Christmas… I’ve been busy (｡>﹏<) But having fun! My caregiver came over twice and I had a family day! Good times!

[zombieefish]

appreciation POST GO!!!!! well.. the mutuals i talk to the most

@cloudstongue ;; woaw... my writing buddy who DENIED my second christmas..

anyway in all seriousness, thank you for being around.. it's been a fun year on here!! you're very nice, like, super duper nice!! you're always lurking in my inbox (LIKE ZEE I SEE YOU.) but that's the fun in having an inbox.. little bugs roaming around waiting for me to answer my asks!!

someone who rants with me too.. and gives me writing prompts when i need them, and spams me wit millions of reblogs which i thoroughly enjoy!! happy new year, befitting!!

p.s. post more art you have a lovely artstyle.. i want more of it

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@millyzasilly ;; hashtag my FIRST follower 💯💯💯

milly ur so.. upbeat and nice.. so positive i love that for you!! you go girl!! keep that energy it's lovely to have around – you always look on the bright side of things and it's amazing..

i love ur art too!! full of colour and self-expression, and the way you design your gijinkas is amazing!!

keep being you (ゝω・´★)

💐💐💐💐💐

@zeeposting ;; the one who bites. YOU BIT THEM. and me

thank yYOU for the gift that is FTP zeeverse. nobody can come between me and ftp as we are the bestest of friends EVER

ahem.. and thank YOU for YOU!! lurking around in my inbox.. hiding away from the darkest corners and then coming to send me asks..or the fifty million reblogs how LOVELY!!!!!

but ur also a bundle of FUN and thats what makes it even BETTER!! keep being FUN.. and stop biting

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and to all ZEEVERSERS

you are all very COOL.. everyone's individual characters and the writing is what makes zeeverse.. it's how things are today ^_^

and as the year goes on, i hope zeeverse continues to thrive.. no matter how many characters there are!! art skills.. writing skills.. all amazing from everyone

hashtag YOLO

all of you take care of yourselves.. the future holds many mysteries..

happy new year! (I WILL BE GPINGNINTO 2025 with bombloon. just know this.)

[wolfheartsz]

MERRY CHRISTMAS SOLDIERS!!

I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE THE BEST DAY! I WILL BE COOKING THE MOST GORGEOUS CHRISTMAS DINNER FOR ALL OF MY FRIENDS. YOU ALL MEAN A LOT TO ME AND THIS IS THE ONLY DAY I WILL EVER TELL YOU THAT!! IF YOU DO NOT CELEBRATE, HAPPY HOLIDAYS / HANNUKAH! I HAVE RECIEVED SOME WONDERFUL GIFTS (INCLUDING A JAR OF PICKLES!!!) AND WILL BE SPENDING THE WHOLE DAY WITH THE PEOPLE I LOVE. WHICH IS TIGER AND JOSH. MY BESTEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WORLD. I LOVE THEM. OKAY. ITS GETTING A LITTLE PERSONAL NOW ILL STOP.

HAVE A GOOD TIME EVERYONE! I LOVE YOU. 🎄🫶

ps. MESSAGE ME IF ANY TROUBLES OCCOUR TO YOU TODAY!! (you cna also message the admin :3 merry christmas all! - 🍓)

[emilsgrippers]

WHO WANTS JOYOUS RANDOM CHARACTER HC TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS??!!! ALL OF YOU????OKAY!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLODAYS!!!!!!!!

OKAY. ONE OF THESE NOT CHRISTMASY,THE REST ARE!!!!!!

okay………..

so

-Geoff and Brody actually picked each others tattoos.

-And with that, Brody really likes space and stars and stuff he loves it he likes the beach at night because he can see the stars . Geoff picked Brody’s tattoo out because hes a great friend and knew Brody would like it. We’ll never know what the fuck is tattooed on Geoff’s Jabooty

-AGAIN adding onto that. Brody proposed the idea of tattoos because it was funny, and Geoff was like ‘I bet you won’t’! And Brody was like ‘I BET YOU WONT!’ neither backed down despite the fear of getting one. tattoos were acquired

-Emma (RR) makes all the cookies and yummy goodies for Christmas . Sugar cookie, peanut butter, chocolate chip and MORE!!!!! and kitty takes photos of Emma while baking. Pictures of Emma knee deep in a batter mess, Emma pulling cookies out of the oven etc etc. Emma thinks it’s just silly and goofy so she’s never made Kitty stop this—because she’s just having fun, but sometimes kitty posts Emma’s GOOD pictures with captions and stuff like “I love my sister:D” and just sweet things that make Emma happy.

-D.J buys all of his pets—which he as ALOT of—little Christmas clothes. Bunny got a sweater….his kitty got a Christmas hat…..he loves his animals. For pets like fish that can’t wear clothes, he draws little festive things on the tank so they can be in the jolly spirit too.

-Bridgette prefers to make handmade gifts for everyone because she thinks it shows how much she cares for them, taking the time to make something special!!!!! but every year she gets anxious when giving them, because she gets worried someone won’t like theirs…

-everyone has loved them and secretly they wait for her gifts. She always makes something cutie as HELL. even Heather and Courtney love what she makes very very much

-Alejandro and José—when maybe 5 & 6–tried to stay up and catch Santa. They stood in the hallway and Jose waited with the video camera. Alejandro being five and TINY kept starting to fall asleep and José was like ‘Al stop it!!!!we gotta catch santa stay awake!!!!!’

-Alejandro fell asleep against José and José was forced to sit down with Alejandro on his shoulder so that the sound of a five year old kid hitting the ground didn’t wake anyone. As soon as José sat down, he fell asleep too

-AND THEN!!!! Their parents came out to do some last minute wrapping, put some presents under the tree etc etc, and they see these two stupid kids and got a picture of the two just sleeping peacefully flopped over one another, like two loving brothers. Fast forward many years. Alejandro and José despise the photo but are unable to get rid of it.

-Courtney makes lists. And lists. Of everything. For Christmas. Even things that don’t need lists she just loves lists that much. Most of these lists never change either she just rewrites them every year and keeps them all SMOOTH in her pocket. What a little creature.

-the second candy canes come back to stores and stuff for the season, Cody has about 20 boxes. Every time you see him? He’s eating a candy cane. What’s in his back pockets? Candy canes. Whether they’re like the jolly rancher flavored ones or regular or whatever. He is always munching on fucking candy canes

-Geoff never says what the hell he wants for Christmas. Where as others might walk by a coat at the store and go “hey I like that coat” he will not say shit. Bridgette and brody are on their hands and knees like what do you want for Christmas dude….and hes like “uh. I dunno I’d like anything^_^”. And he always likes everything he gets no matter how far off it is from what he may have wanted deep down. He’s just joyous.

-Sadie and Katie have matching PJS & matching stuffed antler headbands that they wear every Christmas. They are always matching they are the bestest besties ever. They also have matching Christmas slippers…which are reindeers to nobodies surprise.

AND THAT CONCLUDES IT!!!!!! by the time your seeing this post, it’s probably Christmas, but I’m writing & posting on Christmas Eve. BUT MERRY CHRISYMAS!!!!!YAY!!!!!!!

this image was sent to me 1 year ago—so now here tumblr have christmas chris—who’s still pinned in our disc dms. Everyone needs to see him

[iceunhie]

synopsis: Kaveh doesn’t really like Christmas shopping with you for one (1) reason: You have horrible taste in matching Christmas outfits. 

warnings: 1.1k words, slight mention of Cyno and Tighnari, small mention of Collei BC she's my daughter my baby fr, modern au!! bff kaveh has my heart honestly he'd be such a good friend yet u still have to tell him to take a breather on his issues like get this man some help pls judgy kaveh but he swears it's in good faith lol

mhie’s notes: participating in @2023gisecretsanta's secret santa event! this piece is for the wonderful @june-again <3 i hope you enjoy this fic and have a wonderful happy holidays !! took a little break from romantic writing since you said you preferred platonic heehee,,, i shuld really write for kaveh more he's so silly

“No.”

You sigh, before plastering your best sopping wet cat expression. “Please, Kaveh? My wonderful, amazing, incredibly talented, bestest friend—”

“First of all, gross–” you stick out your tongue at him. “And second, [Name], I already told you this a million times and I'm going to say it again. I will not be caught dead in that… that abomination.” 

“C’mon, pleasee? It's just to take pictures with, I swear!” you say as you shove the red, abnormally large Christmas jacket to your best friend’s face, trying to at least get him to relent for just a few minutes. You do not succeed, and this only furthers the mortification in his eyes. This has been something Kaveh had been dreading for a long time already. 

It'd been a pretty okay day, his design for a new architecture project was approved and he was looking forward to excitedly sharing the news with you over a nice meal after work, only to be faced with the hell that is Christmas shopping near the Grand Bazaar in downtown Sumeru with Cyno and Tighnari, who are currently browsing through the rows of nice ‘make-your-own-plushie’ kits to give to Collei as a gift.

After you lot met up after your respective work and caught up by a delicious meal in a fancy restaurant (his wallet is screaming bloody murder right now though), the first stop he was immediately dragged to was a clothing store by you, and normally he would gladly pick outfits with you without complaint, but you were a huge fan of picking these tacky (sorry, but it's true) Christmas jackets that came in pairs to match with him. Best friend privileges, you say, but that absolutely clashes with his style. Like, he loves you, really, you're his friend and partner in crime and probably the only person he trusts more than Al-haitham, that bastard, anyway, but that (the sweater) is nothing but a fashion disaster waiting to unfold.

So he crosses his arms, Kaveh giving you a withering stare. “In the first place, why this sweater of all things? And that color?!” 

“It looks good on you! See, it even matches with your eyes! It's modern.”

“It's horrendous, that's what.” 

“Hey! You criticizing my style choices now?”

“Uh, duh? Why else are we friends? Why else am I your best friend, huh?” 

“Still, it's the holidays, so indulge me just this once, please?” 

“Excuse you, just this once? Last year was that green jacket that was too itchy for me to even wear! And the Christmas tree design in it wasn't even halfway finished!” 

“Hey! The Christmas tree print on it was still cute though, don't lie. And you wore it anyway.” you say dismissively, and you press against the sleeves of the jacket.

“Well, yeah, but–” Kaveh stops himself, before giving you an exasperated expression. “Wait, no, that isn't the point here! The point is, we should just look for better options!”

“Aww, but this one has a reindeer and elf print on this….” you sigh, disappointed. Kaveh eyes you with skepticism before turning to the aforementioned sweater. 

Okay, maybe it wasn't so bad… the reindeer print and the elves helping out the Santa Claus on the jacket front was kinda endearing… wait, no, don’t be swayed! 

“In any case,” he snips, putting a hand on his face and eyeing you distrustfully, “We can talk about that—” he gives the jacket a horrendous look of distaste, “later. For now we should just meet up with Cyno and Tighnari.” 

Before Kaveh can exit the store, however, you pull him back. “Nuh uh! Those two are going to take forever getting presents and you know it.” and just when he thought he dodged a bullet, you immediately give him the jacket, send him over to the fitting rooms and even have the mind to say ‘take your time!’ and then leave him be.

So, inside the fitting room, Kaveh can only try to struggle to find the utter appeal of the very, very questionably designed Christmas Jacket. There are two beings on his shoulder right now, the one with imaginary angel wings and of course, the one that's undoubtedly the devil.

‘Do it for [Name]! Please, this is exclusive best friend privilege and you're just going to throw it away? This is tradition!’ the nicer one says, endlessly using his moral compass as means for Kaveh to accept, and he almost does, really, but of course, with the angel comes the devil.

‘[Name] will understand if you don't wanna wear it! Besides, they've never had the best taste in fashion when it comes to Christmas jackets! Surely just one refusal won't hurt?’ 

“Okay, stop, stop!! I'm getting too into my head right now, I have to weigh the options….” Kaveh mentally chides himself and the little voices in his head, but ultimately comes up in a slump; on one hand, refusing you was fine, he knew that you would respect his decision, as you had always had. But… if he accepted just one night of humiliation, which will no doubt come in the form of Al-haitham and Cyno giving subtle and noticeable teasing when all of you gather around the local Lambad’s Tavern to celebrate Christmas Eve. Heck, even Collei would probably give him a look of pity! Kaveh hates it, really, but then again, it was just one night….

And you’d be disappointed! Also, what if instead of him who has to endure the matching Christmas jackets, what if you would match with someone else? No way, no way. Those were his best friend privileges and he was not forsaking them. Hmm, this was seriously a hard decision to make.

One day of humiliation versus the loss of potentially Kaveh’s and your Christmas tradition forever and likely the appearance of being a horrid friend– okay, he was overreacting here, but still! A horrid friend to you. Would he, in all his good conscience, really turn you down?

“Ooh, looking good there. I told you it wasn’t too bad!” you’re smiling and slightly smirking (no doubt you knew about his moral dilemma) at him when Kaveh comes out of the fitting room, donning the very oversized, very unfashionable jacket. “Oh my god, Al-haitham is never ever going to let you live this down.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he grumbles, clearly swatting your phone away. “Can we just get it over with now? I swear I'm going to be so sweaty in this jacket. You’re lucky you have best friend perks.”

“Heh, don’t mention it! No one can resist my wonderful and amazing personality. Now, wear this too-!”

“Wait, hey! I never agreed to the Christmas hat-! Hey, [Name]!”

@ MHIIEEE 2023 : do not copy, repost or plagiarize my work.

[runnning-outof-time]

How the Bestest Boy Celebrates the Holidays

Request: no - @raincoffeeandfandoms and I were talking about Christmas Cyril and this popped into my mind.

Pairing: no pairing … just Cyril, Alfie, and Tommy with the mention of the lovely OC Rose Solomons

Summary: Cyril’s two dads owners discuss how their canine best friend should be treated on the holidays.

Warnings: language (Alfie’s present…does it even need to be a warning?), two gangsters who are secretly softies when it comes to a certain dog - this is just a silly little story, y’all.

Word Count: 629

A/N: I hope you enjoy this little piece that I came up with after chatting with Flor….Cyril deserves to have the best holidays! Also thanks to the lovely Flor for this amazing picture - it’s what sparked this entire idea. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

“You’ve got Cyril’s presents all ready, yeah?” Alfie Solomons asked as he leaned back against his office’s chair, the phone receiver pressed to his ear.

Tommy Shelby sighed. The man on the other line hadn’t even greeted him. “He’s a fucking dog, Alfie,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose, “please don’t tell me this is why you called.”

“He’s our fucking dog though, Tommy. He deserves some fucking presents, don’t you think?” Alfie quipped back, waving his hand in the air even though he was sitting by himself.

“I’ve been too busy to deal with it,” Tommy tried another strategy to deflect Alfie’s topic.

“And you think I haven’t been busy? Hmm?” Alfie quickly shot back, “you think the reason why I traipsed my way over to your fucking gaudy mansion for four of the last eight fucking days was to see you? You’re wrong, mate. I came for that dog. I only come for that dog. And then he enjoyed himself at Margate for the final four, was pampered like he should be. His gifts were custom-fucking-made, Tommy. But now you’re going to sell him short.”

“You made all of his presents?” Tommy picked one of the points Alfie made and asked him to elaborate on it, trying so hard to stay interested in this conversation. The conversation that was centered around a dog, and how said dog should be treated during the holidays.

“Nah, Rosie made most of ‘em,” Alfie answered nonchalantly, unable to stop a grin from forming as he mentioned his wife, “she sent me out to grab the rest…like the treats and whatnot.”

“And I’m needed to do the same now?” Tommy asked another question.

“It’s what’s right, Tommy,” Alfie insisted, “unless you want him thinking that Hanukkah is better than Christmas…then by all means, keep fucking it up for yourself.”

“Christmas isn’t until the 25th of the month, Alfie.”

“That’s just a week away.”

“Yeah, so I’ve got a week to get what I need for him.”

“It should be ready for when he returns, which is tomorrow.”

“Alfie…”

“Thomas,” Alfie leveled his tone to match the Birmingham gangster’s. “It needs to be right for him.”

Tommy let out a long sigh. There was no way he was going to beat Alfie Solomons at this fight, not when the other man’s mind had already been made up. They’d known each other too many years now for Tommy not to realize that that was how the baker from Camden Town operated.

“Is there anything else you wanted to discuss?” the blue-eyed man asked after a few moments had passed, deciding to change the topic of conversation. Silence came in response. “Alfie?” he checked to see if his confidant was still on the other side of the line.

“Nah, mate. That was it,” Alfie’s response was quick, and it made Tommy sigh again, “just make sure that dog’s presents are sorted, or it’s your fucking head on the line, got it?” The second half of his statement held a threatening tone.

“Got it,” Tommy responded. He was unable to get another word out before the line clicked and went dead. Alfie had hung up on him.

Tommy sat the phone back onto the hook before pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a sigh. Alfie was taking this whole holiday thing way too far. He was making a much bigger deal out of it than was needed.

Besides, if he knew the Peaky Blinder as much as he claimed he did, he would have known that Tommy already had all of Cyril’s presents purchased and in order…and that he had had them ready weeks ago.

That’s what the bestest boy deserves on the holidays, right?

I’m really not sure who I should tag in this … so I’m just gonna add some mutuals/people on here who might be interested - I’m sorry if I forgot anyone! Hopefully it gets sent out…..

@raincoffeeandfandoms @zablife @call-sign-shark @evita-shelby @cillmequick @emotionalcadaver @toms-cherry-trees @look-at-the-soul @thomashelbyswife @loverhymeswith @shelbydelrey @brummiereader @peakyltd @forgottenpeakywriter @there-goes-thefighter @hoodeddreams13 @peakyswritings @theshelbyslimited @gypsy-girl-08

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[starvember-moved]

i'm still soso sick but i wanted to post what ive been working on for alex ( @teddybearcabin )

merry christmas :333 (from me and the belchers)

mama linda absolutely buys you and the kids ornaments each year. she will also make some with you for the restaurant's tree and proudly mentions the handmade ornaments to each customer (whether or not they particularly care)

if it snows, you and the other kids love going outside and playing in it. louise cons you guys into a snowman building contest and is only slightly mad when everyone agrees yours is the best

also sledding!! if youre too scared, louise will ride down the hill with you. after that, she's pushing you every time after that

gene's favorite christmas activity is carolling. he behaves for the first few houses, but he pulls his little keyboard out and starts playing it while you all sing. it makes you laugh so hard that you have to go home

papa bob is so obsessed with the holidays. on christmas eve, while mama linda is reading stories and youre all listening to christmas songs, he sets up a hot chocolate bar. theres marshmellows thats different flavors and colors and shapes. theres extra chocolate pieces. peppermint. cinnamon. if its able to go in hot chocolate, hes got it put out.

and his hot chocolate is so good!! he only makes it around christmas time, so you look forward to it all year :3

you know the tradition where you get to open a gift early? i like to imagine you and the kids have gotten together and made something for mama and papa. it eventually becomes a tradition in the family that you do every year

bob is definitely one of those dads who are just as surprised as you are on christmas day. he is a last minute shopper for sure, but the gifts that he does get you are super personalized and perfect

in fact, that monkey plushie you always carried around that went missing a few weeks back? papa bob has taken it to get professionally cleaned and restuffed. he even had your name embroidered on one of the paws :3

papa bob also lets you help him cook!! he needs his little helper(s) in the kitchen. with you and the kids around, bob doesnt have to let the dishes soak because you've all licked the bowls clean.

for supper, uncle teddy even comes over and he's got lots of gifts for everyone. way more than he should have gotten, but papa and mama can't stay mad because all their kiddos are happy.

uncle teddy loves to carry you around the apartment when you get sleepy while waiting on supper.

but thats only after youve all ran around chasing each other and making a mess with all the new toys.

you, tina, louise, and gene draw straws to see who gets to pick the christmas movie. no matter who wins, you end up enjoyjng it anyways.

the movie is barely two minutes in and youve already fallen asleep with your monkey and paci. tina, being the bestest big sister ever, shares her blanket with you and lets you lay your head on her shoulder.

papa bob finds you all sleeping peacefully on the couch, and mama linda insists on getting a picture. (she definitely doesnt create a card with it that says 'happy new years from the belchers')

papa bob carries you to bed and tucks you in, and if you wake up, he'll stay with you until you fall back asleep.

[bwoahtastic]

tis the season for grandpa keke to reprise his role as father christmas once again to great his cutie grandbabies; mousy, sebby and maxy. seb and nicky are (as always) excited for santa's arrival bcs they be good boys for momma and papa, but it's maxy's first christmas with the wolff's (and tonio, kimi, and checo's family) he's so in awe that santa came to see /him/? cus jos never gave him gifts in general and always said he was a bad boy so santa doesn't like him.. so when keke comes in as a santa and gives maxy a gift? the lil cub just cries and when nico & toto asks whats wrong, the poor lil thing can only hiccup 'maxy is a good boy' 😫

cue adults tearing up bcs the cub is instanly cuddled by an army of a pallas kittens, sebby and mousy and it's nicky that squeaks 'always best boy! ever!'

Oh plss! Keke would be an excellent santa! Sebby knows its grandpa birdie and nicky peobs knows but is also little enough to still believe in christmas magic so his little kiddo brain just ignores that santa clearly smells like grandpa birdie.

Maxy is still new to all this and has ever celebrated Christmas before so little kitten is so in awe when santa comes in! He is dressed in a cosy sweater and maybe momma tonio tied a bow to his lil tail! Maxy sitting with sebby and nicky, and the pallas kittens and Logie ofc, and suddenly santa comes in and all the pups are excited but Max is a little skittish and hides behind Papa Toto and Papa Kimi, cos maybe santa will be mad cos Maxy is always bad boy! Santa/Keke seeing Maxy is hesitsnt and kneeling down, smiling that he came to see Maxy too and Maxy is suddenly crying his little heart out! The adults trying to figure out why he is crying snd Maxy manages to sob "Maxy finally good boy!' And everyone realises what is happening...

Maxy instsntly bombarded by all the pups, everyone purring and Nicky squeaking Maxy is always the bestest! Maxy would be so happy and even dares to sit on Santa's lap after🥺