#this is my holiday gift to everyone

[myymi]

happy holidays

[evercelle]

merry merry christmas!!

[idlingmoons]

cw: suggestive

merry christmas everyone! have sun and moon in ribbons, because what is christmas without some lovely presents?

ocs under the cut because what's better than two robots tied up in ribbons? six of them!

happy holidays!

bloodmoon and apricot!

daydream and sungrass!

i love sun and moon very much, and i love my ocs dearly as well! i honestly wasn't expecting to get this done before christmas (very tight timeline) but it was, and i'm merrier for it :)

[alaynestcnes]

Jon and Sansa rebuilding the North together after the long night.

“The dream was sweet … but Winterfell would never be his to show.” / “…it would be so sweet to see him once again. But of course that could never be.”

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

During Yule, Gideon ends up getting a lot of coal. People think it's funny because he's a fire genasi and his last name is coal. It is less funny to them when he sets it on fire and throws it at them

[the-barefoot-hatter]

winter holidays at the mystery shack (party billiam edition)

Stan celebrates what he calls "Cash-mas", which is just slapping a cheap felt santa hat and a 300% Christmas special markup on anything- and several things he can't- get away with in the gift shop

more sincerely, the Pines do a fairly low-key Hanukkah. if the twins are visiting, they do a much showier double christmas/hanukkah celebration

And Bill... well...

No one is entirely sure if it's a Euclidean thing or just a... Bill thing. But he's SO enthusiastic!

HAPPY WINTER FUNTIME BOYS & GIRLS!

[mobius-m-mobius]

#too soon NASA... too soon 😅🎄

[justgotawesome]

HAPPY SNOGGLETOG EVERYONE!

[jadecantcreate]

santa sarnax !

[jamminlocks]

A Very Full Bed {Ushijima x Reader}

Tags: F/M, M/M, post timeskip, Fluff, Hand holding, establish relationship, ushijima is soft, reader's gender is unspecified, one shot, not beta read, sfw word count: 1262 Summary: its the first time Ushijima entered your room and you have a bed full of plushies A/N: the fic mentioned from this post [ao3]

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"Oh" in a mildly surprised tone is the first thing Wakatoshi says when he enters your room, having to duck down the door frame. It's obvious what this is about. The first thing anyone sees in your room is the many, many stuffed animals that sit on your bed and pillows, talking up almost half the bed space. They are stacked by height, smaller plushies on top of bigger, wider ones. Bigger, cute animals leaning on the headboard.

You quietly laugh to yourself before speaking to him. "Yeah. it's like a kid's bed, right?"

He doesn't say anything, simply humming in agreement as he scans the bed. You wait for some kind of comment from him, something along the lines of "you're a child at heart", "you didn't outgrow them", or "aren't you too old for this?".

You doubt that Wakatoshi is the kind to say something like the last line, but everyone who always had something to say.

Still he is quiet, just standing by the door. Finding no reason to talk about it more, you move on to why you two are actually here: finding the damn charger for your laptop. Just when you two were about to start sorting through your drive to see shots you took of Wakatoshi in his game, your laptop died.

"Can you look near my bed? I'll check the drawers here." You instruct. Opening one the first drawer you can reach and dig through the items.

"How many stuffed animals do you have?" Wakatoshi asked.

You didn't think he'd still be on that. With your hand still in the drawer, you look up to the ceiling and recount each plushie you know you have. "I dunno. I know I got 4 big ones on the bed. There's another two in my closet somewhere.” attention moving to the door of the closet, recalling if you’ve recently done rearrangements in there.

"You must be sleeping well at night with them around," he said

"I don't sleep with most of them, actually. Every night I move the bigger ones over there”, you point at the armchair.

Not really being in a hurry to find the charger, you stopped searching and walked up to the bed then let yourself fall onto the mattress. Some plushies squished under your weight.

"See, if I sleep with them every night like this, it's gonna get messy." You twist and climb on properly. Some plushies sitting near the edge were either moved to sit atop the bigger stuffed toys or thrown to the armchair. Once there was enough space, you lay down on your back, holding onto a large headed koala plushie. “But, yeah, It's really comfy here though,”

Wakatoshi gently smiles. It may seem the same from his indifferent expression, there's enough to see that he is happy.

You pat the vacant space beside you, “here.”

Wakatoshi initially hesitates to take the invitation. You’re insistent, moving other stuffed toys aside to make room for him. Giving in, he does his best to help you, placing of the smaller plushies to sit atop the pillow sized ones, huddling together. Though, there are still others by the foot of the bed that stayed.

The mattress sinks from his weight and you feel it. The weight of an athlete is not one you usually perceive. Wow can it move you. He does the best he can to not russell the bed that much as he settles himself. Some of the plushies fall back to blankets. His broad and muscled shoulders and arms squash the soft materials of the stuffed toys and he rests his head on the blue, seal shaped pillow. You hand him the large, round plush of a Shiba Inu, placing it over his chest. To which he takes and coversnhis stomach with.

You change your position to rest on your side, facing Wakatoshi. “How is it?”

As you patiently wait for his answer, he shifts in small motions. A hand petting the stuffed dog. You can’t help but think how silly this is right now. 

With his usual deep, monotone voice, he says, “everything is soft.”

You smile. “Sure is, huh?”

He holds out the stuffed Shiba Inu, turning to its front side for him to see its face. It has round black eyes, tongue sticking out and pink blush.

“And very cute,” he followed up. Hands squishing the sides of its head. Thumbs pressing on the cheeks. "This is the first for me"

Somehow, this is a surprising reveal to you. Not that you ever thought he was the kind to enjoy plushies as much as you do. You have thought of him as someone who could care less about them. “What, laying in a bed full of stuffed toys?” you ask in light sarcasm, just to be a little funny.

Wakatoshi hums in agreement, still playing with the dog. 

“Really? Even as a kid?” you ask, turning to your side so not to fall asleep. “You didn't have a lot of stuffed toys growing up?"

“They gave me some when I was young. I don’t believe I slept holding one or having one at my bed, however,” he said. 

He takes interest in a small cat plush wearing a dotted dress sitting by your head and takes it, toying with its paws. “Now I feel like I’ve missed out on something so simple.”

You take your favorite purple penguin to wrap your arms on and you cheerfully say to Wakatoshi, “good thing you have now, huh?”

His attention returns to you. Eyes a surprise from what you said. Then, the familiar subtle fondness you’ve observed from him shows through calm eyes and a very rare natural smile.

“You're right,” he said.

You turn and push yourself up. It gives you a good look at Wakatoshi, ever so politely lying straight on your bed surrounded by the cutest and most adorable soft toys. It's silly really. You never thought you’d ever see him like this, given how serious he comes off whether he realizes it or not. You smile at him. Plopping yourself beside him a little closer and on eye-level to him.

“How come there’s so many?” he asked, shifting to have his body face you.

“Well…”

The two of you stay in bed, talking about how and when you got the plushies. Which ones you got as a kid, those you bought with your own money or won on crane games, and those you got as a gift, along with who they were from. Wakatoshi listens attentively, asking questions after you answer. He listens to you babble on, saying his simple yet unintentionally funny remarks here and there. You’d laugh. Its nice and relaxing. 

At one point, when your voice got soft and slower as you tell the story of how you got a very expensive pokemon plush in a crane game after three times and barely spending, He sneaks his hand to yours that is resting on the mattress, lacing them together. You continue to talk as you return the gesture by playing with the grip of your fingers on his hand. Face to Face to each other.

Suddenly, Wakatoshi said, tenderness the most clear in his expression it has ever been, "we should do this more often."   

You want him to clarify what he meant by that. Does he mean just lying down together? Talking about random stuff? Or, just lying in bed. Lying on your bed? Does he want you spending time on his bed?

Whichever it is, your heart wholly agrees. 

"Yeah."

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A/N: imma be real with you chief, i dont even know if they kissed after that 😅

[lucillenadelulu]

Merry Christmas ! :33

Here's a small gift from me🎄💗 Please enjoy these two dorks together! Will post the frames soon! 🙏

Feel free to let me know what you want to see next! My asks are always open :33

[zefirart]

Gift giving (but it's rafalfred)

[dreamyblanket]

Imagine how your f/o wraps gifts, be it for the holidays or just your birthday.

Are they really good? Is it a clean wrap first try or do they need to scrap the whole thing couple time to get it correct?

Are they really bad? Do they try their hardest but you can still see bits poking out?

Do they use ribbon? Stick on bows?

Plain or patterned paper?

Or maybe they'll use bags!

Do they tape it shut or fill it with paper then?

There are so many things to choose...!

[goatpaste]

I know a sorta made a small post along these lines the other day, but something a lil more official of!!

im kinda broke rn, between the recent stuff with losing my car and having to get a new one and work literally scheduling me 13 hrs a week. Im slowly losing money and it got really bad this month after paying my bills and everything and realizing I had just 300 bucks in my bank account.

My current job hasn't been working with me to give me the hours i need to make a living wage and iv been trying to get a new job for months with no success and it's looking like i could really use a lil extra support via online commission work rn until I can land a more solid paying job. I really hate to sound like a desperate wet cardboard box beast but I still need to insure my new car and cant afford it as i stand right now.

I wont ask for donations, I think im going to be fine, but a lil money to help keep my head above the water would be great so im just gonna promo my commission work. To anyone who can commission me in some way or another would be awesome! I appreciate any support I can get rn even just a reblog

My Commission Info

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[angelesse]

on the 25th day of christmas . . .

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Smutty Shorts- Christmas Edition

Curtis Everett x Plus Size Reader (Life Is Short So Make It Sweet)

18+ Only Blog

Happy Holidays everyone

You never would have guessed that Curtis had this skill. 

But it didn’t surprise you, because Curtis was meticulous whenever he wanted something. 

And now strands of red velvet ribbon criss crossed across your sensitive body while you felt all that stress start to meld away. 

The days of long classes, that feeling of never doing enough for the kids, the parents who constantly were making demands, then there were regular holiday obligations. The guilt of not being able to go home to New York for Christmas this year, did you remember all your friends, make this holiday special enough with your boyfriend, were you doing enough, were you even enough? 

It absolutely was ruining you, leaving you near tears earlier that night when you were trying to frost holiday cookies when Curtis found you, cussing out your imperfect gingerbread men. 

Curtis immediately pulled you with him out of the kitchen and into the livingroom to help you calm down. 

And it was his suggestion tonight to use the ribbon. The ribbon when he ran it across your tired body felt so good that it was easy for him to remove your clothes in between reassuring murmurs that you were so damn strong but let him take over for a while. 

And when he stretched that ribbon across your breasts, your nipples so sensitive against the ribbon and he deftly tied it into place, he hummed in a satisfied way. 

“Mmmh, good girl, perfect for me.” Curtis stopped in front of you where you were kneeling in front of the Christmas Tree, the only source of lights in the living room was painting your naked body in a multitude of colors while shimmers of the shiny ornaments bounced prisms around, you took a deep breath, feeling the ribbon stretch around you securely, because Curtis was always through and always took care of you when you were feeling out of control.

You lifted your head to look up at him with a dreamy gaze, a soft satisfied smile pulling on the corners of your lips. He told you that you were perfect and right now that was what you needed to hear. 

He moved to kneel in front of you, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs pulling your bottom lip down slowly. “You wanna be my good girl, right?” Your eyes must have lit up because he gave a pleased smile. “I thought so�� That's why you're going to suck my cock, make me come in this sweet mouth.” His thumb dragged against your bottom lip one more time till you sucked him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the first knuckle and looking up at him with a pleading look. 

“Fuck Honey.” He groaned as he pulled his finger free and grabbed your chin to press his forehead against yours with a ragged breath. “Your so fucking perfect.”