#his name is Panini and he is a perfect son
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FEELS LIKE CHRISTMAS / Maxwell Lord (Lorenzano) x F! Reader
Summary: Celebrating Christmas for the first time with Maxwell.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Mostly holiday fluff but turns explicit, holiday stress, mentions of family, mentions of Christmases alone, mentions of food, drinking, sixty-nine dude, oral - male receiving, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), language, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 5.9k
Author’s Notes: I did plan on making some continuous fics about Bunny and the Boys but I work in retail, have just come back from Iceland (panini delayed holiday) and I’m going to Norway to visit my sister over Christmas. When I was considering what to do because I really wanted to post something, I found this unfinished Maxwell Lorenzano seasonal story hidden away on my computer.
Anyway, enjoy!
You normally loved the season, you basked in multicoloured lights, engulfed by the smell of roasting chestnuts, ears ringing with the constant playing of hymns and cheesy pop songs.
However this was the first year you and Maxwell chose to celebrate Christmas, with him came Alistair and with him came the pressure of presents. For Maxwell, they had to be perfect even though he wasn’t loaded with fake Black Gold money, he had to give his son what he never had, the one gift every kid was asking for.
The Ghostbusters Firehouse was proving to be one of the most desired toys of the season, it had been since Halloween.
Alistair had dressed as one for the school disco, you’d found a jumpsuit and dyed it brown, found an embroiderer who made the name tag and spent hours building a Proton Pack from cardboard boxes. All that effort was worth it, to see that kid running up the steps with several other Ghostbusters in similar attire, be it triple the price.
“I love you,” Maxwell said, beaming with a lopsided grin and tears framing his eyes.
In that moment, you felt a warmth that you’d never quite felt before, one that was reflective of a proud parent.
You didn’t feel that right now.
After hours of following the herd, going into what felt like every toy shop in DC and coming out empty handed each time, you broke.
“Alistair is back in two and a half hours, I just want to go home,” you cried. You were literally crying on a bench, cheeks hot with the freezing air.
Maxwell’s smile had disappeared long ago, replaced with a straight line.
“Fine.”
He huffed into the space next to you.
The bus ride home was quiet, Maxwell keeping his emotions to himself, his grip tight on the shopping bags. You’re grateful as the tension seemed to drop a little when you rest your head on his shoulder.
“Please talk to me.”
The pair of you had finally stripped yourselves of your winter accessories and coats, abandoning the gifts in your bedroom to stop prying eyes, yet neither of you had said a word.
“What’s there to talk about? I’m a shit father who couldn’t get a present for his son.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“Maxwell Lorenzano,” you walk to him and place your hands on his cheeks so he couldn’t look away. “You are not a shit father.”
His deep brown eyes glossed, his chin crinkling as he tried to stop himself from having an absolute meltdown.
“I can’t even get my kid the one toy he wants, what am I going to do?
“What are we going to do? I’m not letting you blame yourself for this. This is companies exploiting Christmas, making people feel shit for things out of their control.”
“Don’t you love Christmas?”
“Yeah but not this. Not making a father feel guilty for not getting his son a toy, that’s not what this is about. I love everything around that, the delight of snow and the rush of having to get outside. The warmth of a hot chocolate settling in your stomach, nights on the couch wrapped in copious amounts of blankets with It’s a Wonderful Life on the tv…”
Your heart twinges.
“The smile on the face of someone you love getting something unexpected, the voice on the other end of the phone as you wish them happy holidays.”
That’s what it always was for you. Your family far away, you unable to afford to get home.
“Mi amour.”
Maxwell brought a thumb to your cheek and caught the tear that had escaped.
You sigh, “It’s just been a long day.”
“I know.”
He pulled you close, resting his slopping nose on top of your head, breathing you in. You hold each other for a fragile moment.
“I need to go and have a think, ok?”
He kissed your forehead.
You nod before looking around your shrinking space, somehow the apartment the three of you shared was getting smaller.
“I’ll get this place in order before Alistair arrives and start on dinner.”
“Thank you, baby.”
He walked away almost defeated.
“Hey, you better not go in there and make some elaborate plan to make everyone’s deepest desires come true.”
“That was one time.”
You giggle.
A while later, the knock at the door interrupts your flow but you couldn’t stay mad for long when that wide smile greets you.
“Max, Alistair’s here!”
You’re almost knocked back as he throws himself at your legs and in for a hug, you squeeze his head to save yourself from falling.
“How’ve you been?”
“Good.”
“How was your mom?”
You didn’t really care, you were just making pleasantries to try and pretend you didn’t find the woman absolutely insufferable. When he lets go and gives you a shrug, you take the hint.
Ok, you mouthed.
“Alistair,” Maxwell appeared, his smile matching his son’s as he fell to his knees to embrace him enthusiastically. “I’m so happy you’re home.”
“Me too, mom said she wants to talk to you, she’s downstairs.”
“Alright, why don’t you help with dinner?”
“Ok!”
Alistair ran to the kitchen.
You guessed what this might be, the exchange of presents from ‘Santa’ as discussed between them. Alistair was going to be away from his mother for the holidays, not that either of them seemed to mind. You and Maxwell would have him until New Year so you had plenty planned.
“I’m sure you can keep him distracted for a while.”
“Of course,” you winked.
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“Why is your tree so small?”
Alistair cocked his head to the artificial tree placed on a side table next to the television.
“Oh, I got that tree when I first moved to DC. I couldn’t afford much but I was desperate for some sort of Christmas decoration and there it was, last on the shelf at Goodwill.”
“Were you on your own that Christmas?”
“Yeah, my family were all back home.”
“Have you ever been back?”
“No, I’ve never had the chance. Though I’ve had loads of good Christmases here with friends and neighbours, Mrs Zonana gave me the biggest chocolate log you’ve ever seen.”
“Really?! Do you think she’ll make one for the party?”
“I’m sure she will.”
“Have you ever wanted a big tree? Mom had one that almost reached the ceiling.”
You shrug, “I’ve never thought about it, it’s just been me but, yeah, I guess something a little bigger would be nice.”
“And colourful lights for the window?”
The more he inquired, the more excitable he became and your smile grows.
“Colourful lights would be good too.”
“How’s everything going in here?”
Maxwell wrapped his hands around your waist, the chill prominent from his trip outside. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked down at the carnage of flour, butter and cheese, Alistair’s hands coated in the ingredients.
“It’s gonna be later than expected.”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“It’ll be worth the wait.”
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“Can I just sleep here tonight?”
Alistair’s eyes were heavy, belly full from dinner and his body warm from a combination of flannel pyjamas and a fleece blanket.
“No, we all need to go to bed.”
Maxwell was the only one moving, he’d cleaned up and offered to make special hot chocolates, two of which would feature alcohol. He handed his son a mug brimming with whipped cream and marshmallows.
“But it’s comfy here,” he moaned.
“I can’t disagree with him.”
You were stretched on the couch, waiting for Maxwell to return to fill the space he left behind. He was your headrest, allowed you to snuggle within the crook of his arm and listen to his heart beat slowly. Once he was back, you were asleep for sure.
“Everyone is going to bed,” he reiterated.
He remembered the last time the pair of you fell asleep on the couch, his cricked neck played up for almost a week.
“Boooo.”
“Careful you two or Santa won’t bring you presents.”
Alistair laughed.
“Oh dad, Santa isn’t real.”
“What makes you say that?”
You try to deflect, Maxwell was hoping for another year of illusion at least.
“Jake told me.”
Curse you, Jake.
“Well, it’s not that he’s not real, it’s more that you’re old enough to allow Santa to bring joy to another kid. He’ll make sure this year’s extra special, I’m sure of it.”
His expression scrunched, “That sounds rubbish.”
“Oh no,” Maxwell shook his head, “it’s very true.”
Alistair’s eyes flitted between both of you and you knew the game, keep a straight face just long enough for him to believe you.
“That’s cool.”
He continued to watch the Christmas special on the tv. Maxwell handed you your hot chocolate and slipped into his spot. He let you settle back before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.
His words were soft, “Thank you, baby.”
You had gone to check on Alistair one last time before heading to bed.
“He’s out of it.”
Maxwell was already cosy under the duvet, glasses on as he read a battered copy of A Christmas Carol. Closing the door gently, you tiptoed across the room and slide into the other side, resting your fuzzy head on the pillow.
“How are you not dizzy reading after that drink?”
“Because I didn’t put an extra shot in mine.”
“Max!”
“What? You deserved it.”
You huff, you can’t stay mad at his stupid face, his wide toothy smile looking down on you.
“How did it go… with the present swap?”
He put his book down, “Fine.”
Maxwell was a man of little words when it came to his ex wife.
“You know you told Alistair that white lie about Santa Claus? Well, lucky for us, she managed to get that firehouse.”
“Of course,” you scoff.
The moment Maxwell lost his ‘wealth’, his then wife dropped him for someone who could pay the lifestyle she was after.
“Paid triple the amount for it.”
You let out a singular laugh.
“At least Alistair will be happy.”
“Do you think he’ll like what we got him?”
“Why do you ask?”
Maxwell’s brows furrowed, maybe he did make a mistake putting another measure of Irish cream in your hot chocolate.
“He knows we’re not necessarily as well off as his mom but I don’t want him thinking that we don’t love him as much because we can’t give him that.”
“Alistair knows we love him, maybe even more than his mother does.”
“We got him underwear,” you throw your arms up as you spoke.
“He needs new ones.”
“I know he does but we’re giving them as a present.”
“I was very happy when I got underwear one year.”
“You’re lucky to have a kid like him.”
“I’m lucky to have you too,” he said, cuddling closer. “Not every girlfriend would go from toy store to toy store trying to get a present for a kid that isn’t theirs.”
“You both mean the world to me.”
“And you’re everything to us.”
He cupped your cheek, feeling the heat seer through his palm before his lips met yours.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
You can’t remember falling asleep, only Maxwell gently shaking you awake. In your groggy state, you could sense it was still dark out yet you rolled over to see him fully dressed.
“Alistair and I are heading out,” he whispered. “He forgot to get a present for his friend.”
“I’ll get dressed.”
“No, don’t get up. Have some time to yourself, ok baby? We might be a while.”
“Ok,” you immediately roll back over.
No offence to Maxwell but it was way too early and you were far too hungover to kick up a fuss, he told you to stay and you wouldn’t put up a fight about it.
The phone started to ring the moment you stepped out of the shower.
After a lie-in, you visited Mrs Zonana ahead of her Christmas party, hosted every year in the apartment complex’s courtyard. You offered to help in some way and after much persuasion, she had you and another neighbour putting up the gazebo and decorations. Then you got back and knocked up some cookies for the evening before getting ready.
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby.”
“How’s your day going, Max?”
He groaned, “It’s gone fine but we’re running late, we’re waiting for the next bus. Do you mind if we meet you at Mrs Zonana’s?”
“Not at all, can’t promise there’ll be any food left.”
“It’s Mrs Zonana, she’ll save us a plate.”
You hum sarcastically.
“Don’t deny it, she loves me.”
You roll your eyes, “Am I being replaced?”
“Of course not,” the phone crackled, “I’ve got to go, love you.”
He hung up before you got the chance to reply.
When you finally made it downstairs, the outside was already buzzing. You made your way through the throng of your neighbours, stating you’d catch up later before reaching Mrs Zonana.
“Oh, I’ll make the boys their plates and keep them warm in the oven.”
“You don’t have to, they’re the ones running late.”
She battered you with a tea towel, which you were unable to decipher whether it was meant to be playful or if she really did want it to hurt.
“Sorry we’re late!”
Everyone practically cheered at Maxwell and Alistair’s arrival. You swiftly apologise to Nico to ensure you got to them first.
“Finally! Where have you two been?”
You jokingly put your hand on your hip and pout, Alistair giggling at your phoney expression because you, of all people, were never mad.
“Sorry, baby.”
“It’s not me you have to apologise to,” you smile wickedly as you sense Mrs Zonana’s presence.
“Alistair, come get yours and your father’s food.”
He runs away immediately.
“Did everything go ok?”
Maxwell hummed.
“You look exhausted.”
“I know but it’s all with a good intention.”
You rubbed your thumb along his cheek, warm in a rush to make it back, the faintest sensation of whiskers from lack of shaving.
“How have I not been greeted by my man yet?”
“Hola, Mrs Zonana.”
Maxwell slipped seamlessly into Spanish around her and you always prayed that they were saying kind words when your name popped up. You drew your attention to Alistair for a while and listened to him talk about his day with his father.
Occasionally, yours and Maxwell’s eyes would catch across the courtyard and you’d exchange the softest of smiles throughout the rest of the evening.
“I’m tired.”
Alistair was valiant in staying up, most of the other kids had gone to bed. He flopped onto the edge of the garden box with you and Maxwell, who had escaped another lecture on ancient artefacts from Mr Fennec.
“We should probably get you boys to bed, huh? It’s been a long day.”
They both groan, playfully collapsing their heads to your shoulders.
“Come on,” you ruffle Alistair’s hair.
After saying your goodbyes, the three of you strolled up to the apartment.
“I have never seen a boy this excited to go to bed,” you laugh.
Alistair had run ahead the moment you reached the walkway. Maxwell brought you closer, locked an arm around your waist and breathed you in.
“Don’t think I can blame him.”
The holidays were always tiring even when you were on your lonesome, you were always invited somewhere with someone and keeping up appearances was the norm. You spent years coming back, crashing onto the mattress before getting up to do the whole thing all over again. It was nice that the building party was the only real big deal this year.
Maxwell chose to do his office party by himself because why would you want to be surrounded by drunk, obnoxious salesmen for the evening? You were better off with Alistair baking cookies, watching a film and secretly helping him wrap presents for his father. Then Alistair’s mom took him to the school party and to meet Santa, attending the Christmas light switch on was the one event you happily obliged.
“Why are you taking so long?”
“Because we’re old,” Maxwell shouted as he and you approached.
“Did you hang mistletoe on the door?”
Your inquiry was met with a shrug.
“You do realise that I don’t need a Christmas tradition for an excuse to kiss you?”
“Ew,” Alistair fake barfed.
Maxwell rummaged to find the key in his pocket, refusing to let go of you. Alistair snatched it out of his hand as soon as it reemerged. Maxwell’s hand came to your jaw and gently, he eased you to face him. He stared at you with his brown puppy dog eyes, bringing his other hand to meet your cheek.
“Shouldn’t we be under the mistletoe?”
His face was illuminated by an orange glow as Alistair made his way inside.
“Too much effort,” he smiled before clashing your lips together.
It could be because he’s tired or the alcohol or the fact he was trying to make the kiss more of a pantomime for his son to endure but Maxwell was messy. He practically pinned your face to his with both hands, slipping his tongue passed your lips sloppily, forcing your body to turn backwards to the door.
You gasped for air when he finished.
“I like the enthusiasm.”
You take a couple of steps back to see his expression soften, he knew what he’d done, chose not to say anything.
Then you notice something out of the corner of your eye.
Wait, that wasn’t there when I left.
And suddenly the room seemed to fill with pinpricks of every colour.
“Merry Christmas!”
Alistair leapt from behind you and slowly, inch by inch, you took everything in. You didn’t utter a word, couldn’t even scream as your chest began to heave.
The tiny desk tree had been replaced with one triple the size, overloaded with baubles. Every wall was lined with string lights, the kitchen sill decorated with ornaments and tinsel and the focal point, three stockings hanging from the breakfast bar, embroidered with golden letters.
“Do you like it?”
You fall to your knees and squeeze Alistair hard. You put every ounce you had in you to hug that boy and kissed his head multiple times.
“I love it, Alistair, I love it so much,” your voice cracked.
“You’re crying.”
“They’re happy tears, I promise,” the words were catching in your throat.
“Let me take your coat, baby, Alistair’s got more to show you.”
“There’s more?”
Alistair was beaming up at you, nodding passionately.
Maxwell helped you pull yourself out of your coat, your body shaking as it failed to follow basic instruction. He trailed a hand down your spine as you attempted to get it together, wiping the tears that were already falling.
Taking your hand, Alistair showed you what else they’d done. The old tree had now taken pride of place at the end of the corridor between your rooms. There was more lights along the ceiling and the pictures on the walls had changed to winter scenes of snowfall, ice skating and carollers.
“I can’t believe you’ve done this just for me,” you smile, more tears forming.
“Well, I said about it to dad and he said he overheard us talking yesterday and felt like we should do something,” Alistair said. “Also I didn’t have any money and I couldn’t get up high so I needed some help.”
You couldn’t help hugging him again.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise.”
“Really?”
“Oh, I’m going to remember this one forever.”
Alistair excitedly returned to Maxwell to pass on the good news. Of course you were going to love it, Maxwell knew you would. Luck aligned for him, there was still some money left in the budget you two had built, Mrs Zonana gave a hefty contribution and Suzanne from the other block let him and Alistair hide whilst they also played look out.
Plenty of people loved you more than you realised.
He automatically hugged you when you came back, “You good?”
“There aren’t any more surprises are there, I don’t think I can cope.”
“Not from me.”
You laugh into his chest, “Thank god.”
He ran a hand through your hair, squeezing you a little tighter before reluctantly letting you go.
“Can I have another one of those hot chocolates?”
“Sure.”
“And me,” Alistair chimed in, “please.”
The three of you rested on the couch, Alistair retelling the day and how each decoration came to be. It felt like your heart could burst, he was so overjoyed. Maxwell’s arm was draped firmly over your shoulder, chest rising and falling slowly as sleep tried to take him.
You knew you spent too long in the bathroom, you worried Maxwell may have fallen asleep before he even got chance to see your gift. It was a risk you were taking but you hoped it would pay off.
“Maxwell. Are you asleep?”
“Just resting my eyes,” his head lulled against the headboard.
“Oh because I was hoping I could give you one of your presents early.”
He opened one eye, “Really?”
You hum, fingertips playing with the tie on your fluffy dressing gown.
“Well, you’ve been such a good boy these past couple of days,” you pull open the knot, “and I think you deserve it.”
You shrug your shoulders and let the fabric fall to the floor with a light thud. Maxwell’s head snapped up, both eyes wide with the delight of seeing you dressed in nothing more than a see-through babydoll in bright red, nothing left to the imagination. Your bush freshly trimmed and nipples pert.
His smile brought the dimples to his cheeks. He leaned forward, gesturing with both hands.
“Come here.”
You saunter to the edge of the bed and he moves to you fit perfectly between his legs. His hands run up the backs of your thighs, fingers burying into your ass as he pressed his forehead to your stomach, the refreshing scent of your favourite perfume catching in his nostrils. He moved his hands to your hips before looking up at you drunkenly.
“How long have you been hiding this from me?”
You hum, biting your lip sheepishly.
Whilst in the mall, deflated from toy shopping, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, leaving Maxwell amongst the other male shoppers in the seating area. As you walked, your eyes caught something in the window of a shop.
You only treated yourself to lingerie when it was a special occasion and after the day you two were having, it called for it.
Dress up wasn’t something you and Maxwell chose to do so, even though the enthusiastic sales assistant tried, you gravitated towards the little red number you wore tonight.
“I shouldn’t have got you tipsy last night, should I?”
You cup his face in your palms.
“It didn’t help.”
Brushing aside his stray hairs, you lean down and kiss him deeply, his back straightening to attention. You both part, catching your breaths.
“So, are you one of Santa’s naughty little elves or…”
Maybe you should have got the costume. You look at him, your eyelids low as the corner of your lips curled.
“I’d much rather be Mrs Claus.”
The smile grew back on his face.
“Now it’s time for you to go back to bed.”
Maxwell happily obliged. He made sure to look at the view in detail one more time before slipping his hands off you. Pushing back on the mattress, he rested on the pillow, hands tucked behind his head.
“Are you coming to tuck me in?”
You climb on the bed and crawl over his body, your index finger trailing along his underwear where his hardening cock was becoming visible.
“Not until…”
Your faces meet and he waits in anticipation for your next line, it doesn’t come easily. You think of all the seasonal puns but they’re all ridiculous - candy cane, north or south pole, Christmas has cum early?
He breaks first, a singular laugh ruining any chance of you being a seductive Mrs Claus.
“Hard to keep up the charade?”
“Yeah,” your expression scrunches. “I don’t think ‘not getting rid of your south pole’ does what I want it to do.”
He snorts at the terminology.
“Want me to take the rein?”
You thought he was going to make some sort of sleigh ride joke but nothing came after. He calmly brushed the hair from your face, breathing and heartbeat steady, his expression soft. Maxwell didn’t usually take control but this time, he seemed so sure.
“Ok.”
Then something changed, his pupils blew a dark black.
“Turn around.”
You listened, swapping your legs over each side. His hands travel up your legs before they claw your ass apart and you instinctively arch your back to offer him a better view. His cock twitched beneath the cotton fabric.
“Wet as always.”
“Always for you.”
He hummed, glad you were facing the other way round because he could feel the temperature rise in his cheeks.
You kiss the skin above the waistband of his underwear then lick in one motion, sending a shiver along Maxwell’s spine. He returns the favour, kissing the creases that joined your legs to your butt before spreading his tongue over your folds.
You shudder, leaning back further to try and catch the tip of his nose.
He knew exactly what you were doing, “Behave.”
You grumble, pouting your lips as you glance over your shoulder. You couldn’t see much past the sight of your ass but you caught each other’s eye.
Your fingers play with the elastic before you gradually peel his underwear off, inspecting his throbbing bright tip, precum glistening. To behave would be to not take the top in your mouth and spread your tongue over but you were going to get him back for his little remark, that and you were hungry for him. Dampening your lips, you took Maxwell in your mouth, rewarded with his lengthily moan.
“Oh fuck,” he says as you take him further, “you are not behaving.”
He felt your soft laugh against him, the vibrations pleasing enough to have him creeping closer to the edge.
There was only one way to play this game.
Swallowing hard, he spreads you wider before teasing you along your outer lips, soothing with his tongue after a gentle nip. You breath with a sigh and just as he gets you into a false sense of security, he buries himself into your weeping cunt.
You pull up, Maxwell’s cock falling with a slap to his navel as you gasp and whimper.
“Put me back in your mouth, baby, I don’t want you waking up Alistair.”
You massage his balls lightly and the air hisses through his teeth, he was going to blow if you weren’t careful.
“And what about you?”
Maxwell was the most vocal lover you’d encountered. He didn’t respond, returning to your cunt with more finesse, his tongue working against your blooming clit.
You let out a choked whine before wrapping your lips around his tip and sweeping around with your tongue. You felt his groan run through every nerve ending, your walls clamping round him. Slowly you took his length into your throat and back up again, picking up the pace according to his movements.
You couldn’t tell how long the pair of you were locked like this, in this pure unadulterated bliss.
He only came up for air to sing your praises and for his final admittance, “I’m so close, baby.”
You already knew that.
His hips had bucked a few times to get his cock further into that little throat of yours, the sound of you gagging sweeter than any music. His body was tensing, his grip on your hips making them numb, he was forcing himself not to cum out of the want of making you cum first.
“This is your treat, Maxwell,” you say after releasing his cock with a pop. “How do you want me?”
“I want to watch you bounce on my dick until we both cum.”
You smile coyly, turning yourself to face him, “Now that’s some Christmas magic I can do.”
Straddling his hips, you kiss him squarely on the lips and force him to lay with his back firmly on the mattress. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you taste the tang of your arousal before pulling back, teeth nipping his bottom lip.
You lift yourself up, taking his cock in your hand as you line it up with your entrance. Eyes focusing on him, you slowly sink down, Maxwell releasing a choked gasp when just his tip slides between your folds.
His eyes flick up and down your frame as his palms trail your thighs, encouraging you to take his length.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you lower yourself, a soft hum as he fills you. His cock twitches, his head falling back, eyelashes fluttering shut as you held steady.
“Fuck,” he sighs.
You sit for a minute, inner walls pulsing as your aching pussy readjusts to the stretch of his girth. All this time together and you still hadn’t gotten used to how heavy his cock was. He feels fingertips grazing the skin of his chest and opens his eyes. You’re gazing down at him, eyelids low but he could still catch the glint in your eye.
“I thought you wanted to watch.”
Oh, he did but he fucking adored how you felt around him, he could stay like this all night if you allowed him. But you started to raise your hips, your other hand lifting the fabric to your waist so he could see the drag of your folds.
He groaned, not too loud yet not too soft, just enough for it to hit your ears.
“Like that?”
You tease as you drop back down, knocking the air out of his lungs. He can’t answer, can barely move his head because his mind is solely on your pussy around his cock. You gradually begin to pick up the pace when your legs stop protesting, the slap of your skin against his getting stronger, his fingers digging further into the flesh of you.
A squeaking moan escapes you every time you bounce from him, lips sealed together as you try to keep the volume down. You can still hear Maxwell, his hushed praises blending into his second language, his throat bulging as he tries to contain his grunts and groans.
Your walls were tightening, your hips stuttering when the tip of his cock hit somewhere new as you rolled your pelvis forward. His lips crashed into yours, swallowing the honeyed groan that came deep from your chest. He held you in place, your legs shaking with anticipation.
You could feel your arousal spilling between your thighs, preparing you for the final chase, the spark igniting low in your belly.
Maxwell coiled his arms around your waist, removing his lips from yours as he nudged his nose against your cheek. You catch your breath, fingers drawing circles over his shoulder blades before you finally looked in his big brown eyes. Always soft and sincere even though you were about to ruin him, he would happily take it.
You kiss his lips, palms moving to settle on either side of his neck. Lifting your ass a little, you let him shuffle his legs closer to boost you up before you rolled your hips.
A moan escapes you as your clit grazes the hairs above his cock. He sighs, lips parting as he focuses on your movements, your walls twitching around his aching cock. His broad palms fall from your waist and over the curve of your ass, fingers sinking into the muscle as he guides you up his length.
“That’s it,” he says breathily.
And when you get going again, you feel the tingle as it dances along your skin, your belly warming. Maxwell’s hands following as you bounce, legs locking beneath your weight.
Both of your hot and heavy breaths trickle down your flushed chest, his soft grunts seeping into your ears. Your hands trail over his outline, the shiver shooting up his spine as your fingertips tease.
His head fell forward and you pulled him close to your body, nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Keeping on hand on his back, you draw the other to his hair, the colour no longer a fake blonde. Your fingers delve into his thick roots and tug gently, the noise he makes having you close your eyes, riding his cock as fast as your ceasing legs would allow.
His hands grip tighter, his tongue so loose he can barely get the words out to warn you as his balls recede and he coats your walls. He manages to hold you down as you hiss through your teeth, body trembling as your own orgasm surges through your body.
“Shit, Max,” you choke.
Your cunt pulsates, milking him for every last drop before your muscles relax. He groans your name passionately, his body going limp, back hitting the mattress with a loud exhale.
You keep your eyes closed, your hand reaching for his chest as it rose, filling the lungs with much needed oxygen. Your legs shudder with an aftershock, his hand coming to your wrist. You blink, the room coming into focus and you catch his lopsided grin as he gazed up at you in a blissed out state.
“Best present a guy could ask for,” he chuckles.
You giggle, brushing the hair from your face with your free hand. Lifting your hips, you slide off his cock, thick white cum dribbling from your folds before you crawled up the bed to settle next to him.
He snakes an arm under your neck, across your shoulders to draw you closer to his chest. You snuggle to his frame, draping a leg in between his, hand fixed to his chest as his heartbeat slowed.
Glancing up, his eyes are already closed. You knew he was exhausted, all the rushing around, trying to give everyone the best Christmas, making up for all the ones he’d missed. All you wanted to do was tell him he didn’t have to but he wouldn’t listen.
Maxwell wouldn’t have it any other way.
When he came to in the morning, your side of the bed was empty. He could hear life outside of the door, the faint strip of sunlight breaking through the curtains. Stretching, he tried to find his t-shirt before guessing you borrowed it when Alistair came to wake someone.
In the now cramped living room, he saw you and Alistair on the couch, huddled under a blanket with mugs in your hands. The pair of you had soft smiles and were whispering to one another, you attempting to understand what was happening on the kids show you were watching. A few more presents had made an appearance under the tree, sugar cookies filling a plate on the coffee table.
“Morning,” his voice sounded groggy, vocal cords not quite ready to talk.
“Morning dad!”
“Morning, coffee’s fresh if you want some.”
Your smile grows at his arrival before he comes down and kisses you. He continues to watch you both while he wanders round the kitchen, semi listening to what was happening on the tv. Returning with a mug of coffee, Maxwell leans over and grabs a handful of cookies, met with a little groan from Alistair who had to tilt sideways to see the screen.
“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers before sitting down.
You wriggle to make room as he slumps into his usual spot. After he’s got comfy, you nestle back against him and he drapes an arm over your shoulder. His lips come to the crown of your head.
“You ok?”
“Perfect,” he strokes your cheek as you drop your head back. “Feels like Christmas.”
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Writeblr Re-Introduction
I have been here for a long time now, but I've been very inconsistent through the panini, but especially this year. My studies have been very demanding and my mental health has been not great, which is why I've been writing barely at all during this year. But the uni semester is basically over and I finally got ADHD medication (yey!!!), so I feel like I can handle more things at a time now!
All that said, hello, hi, I'm Karkki (she/her)!
I write queer fantasy in different forms for adult audiences. I like to write dark, a little twisted and bittersweet stories with historical and mythological inspirations. I love doing meticulous worldbuilding and genre combinations. Outside of writing I do art (more on my art side blog), sew, obsess over dress history (more on my other side blog) and study architecture and architectural history. I miss doing tag games, it was so much fun, and I'm very happy to be tagged to them (do people still do them?) though as a warning I've always been bad at answering them in timely manner (I blame ADHD). My blog (and art blog too) is in dire need of some updating. Only WIP page I have up is for BCC and it's very out of date.
I know a lot of other writeblrs became inactive or less active during the panini, so I would love to hear who of my mutuals are still here or here again posting about writing, and find other active writeblrs too! So please let me know if you post about your writing, even if not very actively, and show me your WIPs! I want to check them out!
I've acquired some new WIPs even if I haven't been writing really so here's a quick little intro to my ongoing WIPs some of which I have talked about here before, some of which I haven't. I also have WIPs that are currently shelved but I might get to back to at some point.
In The Name Of Violence
status: outlining, on hiatus
Living in the poor side of the great port city Mearemin isn't ever easy, but more so, if you are an ex-assassin hunted by your former comrades of the crime organization you once called family, hiding in a forgotten and very sentient library, which doesn't want to let you go, working as a private detective to survive and watching by as the dead body of your father figure turns into something very monstrous while terrorizing the city. So Ainur isn't doing great. Things change though, and not necessary for the better, as a noble knight comes for their help to figure out who murdered her husband, son of the most notorious crime leaders of Maeremin, their former boss.
Dark fantasy | Gaslamp fantasy | Gothic fantasy world | Crime | Murder mystery | Cosmic horror | Body horror | Illusion magic
Bear Castle Chronicles
status: drafting, re-outlining
Thirteen years after a civil war the four surviving children of the disposed duke are living in hiding. Valeri and Fiolev, the two youngest, live have finally gotten out of poverty to a middle class life under a pseudonym, thanks to Valeri's military career. But that same military career separates them as the empire is heading into a continental war. Cassia, the second oldest, acts as an opera singer and courtesan to spy for the enemy of the empire. Faerathos, the oldest, is hostage in the imperial court trying to uncover the secrets behind the civil war while dipping into politics as much has he is allowed under the empress' watchful eye. Industrialization and war on horizon means big changes and maybe a possibility for revenge or justice.
Dark fantasy | Industrial fantasy world | Political intrigue | Mystery | Horror elements | Dragons | Sentient magic | Vengeful spirits
WIP page | Masterpost | Maps
Cast: Faerathos
Songs of Veerelings - The Song Of A Golden Ghost
status: development
A mechanical maiden forged from silver and gold, Miävi, travels the foreign northern lands with her human protector, Tiera. She is on the run from a veere (demigod race) ruled empire, after her creator tried to dispose of her, when she didn't live up to his vision of a perfect bride. A curse that will slowly crumble Tiera's body starts spreading and the only thing that can stop it is releasing a god imprisoned in the imperial palace. To save Tiera in return, Miävi will have to face her creator again.
Dark fantasy | Loose retelling of The Forging of the Golden Maiden myth | Medieval Finnish fantasy world | Music based magic | Finnish mythology elves | Apocalyptic | Body horror | Environmentalist horror
Be All My Sins
status: research and development
Mary falls into depression following her friend's untimely death. She's institutionalized for a short while after she thinks she sees her friend alive and has a mental breakdown. Her friend's family then invites her to their country manor in Scotland's cost to recover and share their grief. There she's drawn to a mysterious group of Spiritists, who believe her friend was a victim of vampires.
Aune is a young peasant living in late 16th century Swedish Finland, where military dictatorship is rousing a spirit of rebellion among the desperate peasantry. She meets a fascinating foreigner, who teaches her how to read and write and many other things in exchange for her blood. Knowledge is power, but as the tensions explode, it's still not enough to prevent the bloodbath.
Gothic horror | Gothic romance | Psychological horror | Mystery | Historical fantasy | Victorian Britain as main setting | Vampires
Comic Sans Prensentation
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*GASP* BOY???
IS THAT MY HANDSOME BOY???
IS MY BOY!!!!! MY LAD!!!
*softly* my child
My beautiful punk son, Panini. I love you so much, I have waited for you for so so SO long. My beautiful son.
#TSB talks#Pokemon#Pincurchin#AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU#his name is Panini and he is a perfect son
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Lil Nas X Had the Most Perfect Response to Homophobic Rapper Who Mocked His Grammys Look
Even naysayers can’t bring Lil Nas X down from his Grammys high.
“The Old Town Road” rapper had an unforgettable night at this year’s Grammy Awards. Not only did he win two of the night’s highest honors for his chart-topping hit, but he also gave a star-studded performance that people are still talking about today.
Lil Nas X | Axelle/Bauer-Griffin/FilmMagic
Oh, and let’s not forget that hot pink Versace suit and cowboy hat he wore on the red carpet.
Though Lil Nas X was a shining star at this year’s event, someone just couldn’t seem to get past the rapper’s unique getup and took to social media to spew offensive language toward the Grammy winner.
This person had a lot to say about the LGBTQ community as a whole
Lil Nas X may have millions of fans who love and support everything he does, but just like other celebrities, he too has a few haters.
On Jan. 29, the chart-topping rapper was faced with some intense hate over his showstopping Grammys red carpet look that apparently didn’t sit well with one man in particular.
An Atlanta rapper named Pastor Troy took to Instagram to share a photo of Lil Nas X in his Grammys outfit, along with a caption claiming that members of the LGBTQ community “love to push this sh*t on our kids.”
In his lengthy rant, Pastor Troy also slammed a recent Applebee’s commercial that showed two men kissing and even went as far as to blame his lack of Grammy on not being gay.
“Welp, Guess I won’t be winning a GRAMMY…If this what I gotta wear,” he wrote. “He sees it…their agenda to take the masculinity from Men, Black Men Especially. Some may say, ‘He Making Money!!’ Rupaul do too, but I ain’t bumping his CD!!! Integrity is Priceless.”
The rapper continued, “Y’all Better open that 3rd Eye and let your Sons Know What Is Real…Or They A** Gone Be Headed Down That Old Town Road Foreal!!”
Soon after sharing the post, it became a trending topic on Twitter, catching the eyes of thousands of people, including Lil Nas X.
The “Panini” rapper didn’t hesitate to respond back to Pastor Troy’s comments by sharing a tweet that showed how unbothered he was by this person’s narrow-minded post.
“Damn I look good in that pic on god,” he wrote in his post which has since garnered more than 60,000 retweets and 650,000 likes.
Lil Nas X came out as gay back in June 2019
A few months after Lil Nas X skyrocketed to fame for breakout hit “Old Town Road,” he took to Twitter to seemingly come as gay to fans.
In addition to sharing a rainbow emoji and the animated visual for his song “C7osure (You Like),” the rapper wrote, “some of y’all already know, some of y’all don’t care, some of y’all not gone fwm no more. but before this month ends i want y’all to listen closely to c7osure.”
some of y’all already know, some of y’all don’t care, some of y’all not gone fwm no more. but before this month ends i want y’all to listen closely to c7osure. ✨ pic.twitter.com/O9krBLllqQ
— nope (@LilNasX) June 30, 2019
Although he didn’t specify his sexuality in this post, the chart-topper’s follow-up tweet — which hones in on the rainbow that appears on his album cover — sparked speculation that he’d come out as gay. “Deada** thought I made it obvious,” he wrote.
Both tweets amassed thousands of likes in a matter of minutes and received praise from many fans, celebrities, as well as fellow members of the LGBTQ community.
After coming out, sources over at TMZ reported that the rapper was inspired to share his truth after he performed with Billy Ray and Miley Cryus in Glastonbury, England.
Sources revealed that he intended to be vague with his tweets, but was simply “tired of being closeted.”
“Everything’s happening so fast his head is spinning,” an insider told the outlet. “He may become a leader in gay rights, but not quite yet.”
Lil Nas X has since been out and open to the world and continues to not be worried about people’s negative views of his sexuality.
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The Actor And The Dog Lover Part 10
Jai’s’ POV
I'm sitting on the couch while Eros’ head was laying on my lap she's been having the roughest time sleeping lately because while “Jellybean” is growing he's also awake at night so she's been staying up at night trying to get him to fall asleep so she could at least get a couple hours. Looking down at her watching her holding her baby bump which is another thing she's started lately along with leaving cartoons on and movies for the “Jellybean” so right now I'm watching “The Lion King” when I feel the love of my life's head shifting and then her yawning. She sits up and puts her face on my shoulder so I grab Eros by her waist when her stomach grumbles I chuckle and rub her protruding belly when I ask Eros “Does your stomach still feel tight? Are you having any more pains?” she shrugs and responds with “Sometimes but I think it's the Braxton hicks”.
Eros goes to the fridge to make us dinner when Brutus and Lilly follow her to the kitchen I go over to kiss and hold her from behind when I hear Brutus growling at me so I bend down and scratch him behind his ears and tell him “It’s okay I'm just checking up on Mummy”
Lately, the dogs have been very protective over Eros and it makes me proud to know they're here to defend and protect when I'm not here. I hear Eros struggling to pull out something so I go over and bend down as I ask her “What are you reaching for babe” she replies with “The panini press I just thought we could have a simple dinner of ham and cheese sandwiches and the other batch of corn chowder I made” I get up and get the panini press and kiss her on the lips and tell her “That sounds like an awesome idea baby” she smiles and asks “Okay can you also help and get the white cheddar and the ham I sliced and put in the green container please?” I nod my head and go and get the block of white cheddar cheese and the honey glazed ham.
I'm excited to eat the soup Eros made she always makes the best soup while she's heating up the soup I slice the cheese and heating up the panini press.
As I prepare the cheese for the sandwiches I hear tiny moans and grunts, I look down and see Brutus and Lily practically salivating while they sit there and wait patiently. I take a quick peek over my shoulder and see that Eros is still busy so I “accidentally” allow two pieces of cheese to fall before going back to my work.
“Don’t tell Mum?” I told them.
They both responded with a bark which I took to mean they would keep a secret.
“Is that what it’s going to be like Jai?” Eros teased
“What?” I furrowed my brows
“You sneaking the children treats behind my back” she narrowed her eyes playfully
“I honestly have no idea what you are talking about,” I say in mock innocence.
“Sure you don’t,” she said before turning back to the press.
After the kitchen had been cleaned Eros and I lay in bed she’s quietly humming while stroking her pregnant belly, I cannot believe how lucky I am and I couldn’t wait to have children with Eros. As I am watching her I think of a name so I tell Eros “what do you think of Lucian Christopher Courtney” Eros tests the name for a second and then smiles and says “I love the name it's perfect for the most perfect boy” I turn off the lamp light and pull Eros close to me and kiss Eros up from her neck to her lips and wish her goodnight. I fall asleep to Eros singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and our son kicking the last thing I feel is Eros kissing my lips and saying “goodnight handsome”
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Local Card Shop of the Week: Sports Cards Plus San Antonio
Charlie DiPietro began collecting trading cards in 1957. Sixty years later, he is the owner of Sports Cards Plus, a card shop in San Antonio, TX. He works at the store with his son, Jeff, sharing all the responsibilities while his wife and daughter help when needed. Sports Cards Plus is the true definition of a family business. I recently caught up with the owner of “San Antonio’s Largest Selection of Singles, Packs & Boxes” to get his thoughts on The Hobby and find out how he has been so successful for the last 25 years.
JS – Can you tell me a little about when your shop opened and what led you to become a shop owner?
Charlie – We opened Sports Cards Plus in March of 1992. I was a full-time Civil Service Lead Management Analyst. My wife had just retired from the United States Air Force and encouraged me to start a business with her. I retired from my Civil Service career in 2007 and now work full-time doing what I love to do; share my love for collecting with everyone who walks into our store.
I started collecting baseball cards in 1957, at the age of nine, but never could afford to spend much money collecting. In 1982, my oldest son (age 11 at the time) got interested in collecting baseball cards and renewed my love for collecting. Over the next three years, I grew a nice collection of tobacco cards, pre-war and post war cards. n 1985, I started selling at card shows. At that time there were as many as three card shows every weekend in San Antonio. I quickly learned that the vast majority of collectors wanted new hot stars, so I started buying new products to sell at the shows. When we opened our card shop in 1992, there were over 50 card shops in San Antonio with 18 within 3 miles of Sports Cards Plus.
JS – Collecting has changed quite a bit since 1992, when we were in the thick of the “junk wax era”. The peaks and valleys we’ve experienced in the hobby have made people modify how they collect over the years. What do you see different with today’s hobby and collector vs. in 1992?
Charlie – Back in the 1980’s and early 1990’s, collectors made sets. They wanted one of every card. Investors would pick rookies and stars and buy “bricks (as many as 100 of one card)” of their investment favorites. Soon, new card collectors were demanding something different; something truly rare and worth more money. The manufacturers came out with more and more products. They came out with “premium products.” In the 1990’s, a card numbered to 10,000 was considered rare. Autographs and memorabilia cards didn’t commonly hit the hobby until 1998. Now, it is predominately about low numbered autographs and premium memorabilia cards. Everyone wants to pull a “One of One” of their favorite star or rookie.
Back in 1988, I was set up at a card show in Dallas when I was approached by Richard McWilliam with some samples of his upcoming 1989 Upper Deck Baseball. Not being able to see into the future, when Mr. McWilliam told me Upper Deck Baseball would retail for $1.00 per pack, I told him “I don’t know if collectors are willing to pay $1.00 per pack.” Today, we have Flawless, National Treasures, Exquisite, The Cup, The Mint and Definite.
JS– Since you opened in 1992, the arrival of the internet has also had a major effect on the industry. How have you been able to adapt to online competition and keep your brick and mortar store popular?
Charlie – We are in the entertainment business. We have to make sure our customers feel like they are getting their money’s worth for their entertainment dollar. And, no one wants to pay “too much.”
Our prices are about as low as anyone on the internet. Overall, our gross profit margin is less than 10 percent. We constantly have events and contests. (**These include contests where the first collector to pull “X” wins $100, a quarterly drawing for $500, participation in all of the “Free Pack” Manufacturer Promotions and drawings for autographed memorabilia. On Labor Day, a customer won a Deshaun Watson signed Clemson Jersey with Beckett COA.) We introduce customers to each other. We allow them to trade with each other any time, any day. This builds a collecting community that can’t quite be duplicated over the internet. We offer our store as a meeting place where fellow collectors can share in the excitement of “The Big Hit.” We call these big hits a “Super Hit.” We have so many Super Hits pulled in our store, we call it the “The Super Hit Factory.” We encourage customers to open their boxes and packs in our store by offering free top loaders for their hits (autos and memorabilia). This allows other customers to see what comes out of product boxes and encourages customers to follow one good box with another. It also encourages customers on the fence with a purchase to go ahead and take the plunge. For expensive products, we offer in-store box group breaks. We participate in Panini Sneak Peeks, where we are given access to products a few days before release. We buy back cards from products opened in our store.
JS – Over the years, you must have seen some amazing pulls by your customers. Can you give us some of the most memorable pulls from “The Super Hit Factory” over the last 25 years?
Charlie – We take pictures of “Big Pulls” in our store for posting on our Blog, Facebook and Twitter. Our customers are our biggest asset. When they do good, we do good. I am sure I am missing something but to name a few:
Lebron James National Treasures Logoman Larry Bird National Treasures Autographed Logoman Babe Ruth National Treasures Jumbo Swatch Jersey Booklet #d/3 2014-15 Eminence Ty Cobb Autographed Cut 1/1 Leaf Best of Basketball Michael Jordan 1986 Fleer RC BGS 9.5 Leaf Rookie Retro 2000 Bowman Tom Brady RC PSA 10 Leaf Rookie Retro 1952 Topps Willie Mays Autographed RC PSA Authentic Upper Deck Exquisite Michael Jordan, Larry Bird, Magic Johnson and Dr. J Quad Auto 1/1 Topps Dynasty Roberto Clemente Autographed Cut 1/1 Topps Dynasty Ty Cobb Autographed Cut 1/1 Topps Dynasty Ted Williams Autographed Cut
JS – All of those fit the definition of “Super Hit!” At your store, do you find that the hobby ebbs and flows with the various seasons or do you have a specific sport that stands out? I would imagine that basketball is hard to beat in San Antonio.
Charlie – It is all about the rookies. In 1998, with Peyton Manning and Tim Duncan, both Football and basketball were equally strong. In 2001, with Pujols and Ichiro, baseball was hot. In 2007, with Adrian Peterson & Calvin Johnson, it was football. And 2017 has been all about Aaron Judge and Cody Bellinger. The coming months looks to be the strongest NBA year ever.
JS – As it relates to NBA Cards, you were the winner of the 2015 Panini America NBA $75,000 Hobby Shop Makeover. Can you tell us about how you accomplished that feat? How did the makeover go?
Charlie – I decided to go all out. I held contests for people who opened in our store and left the wrappers for us. I held a drawing; for every $100 in wrappers (price of box purchased) customers got one Drawing Ticket. Third Prize was a factory sealed box of Panini Paramount Basketball, 2nd Prize was a factory sealed box of 2014-15 National Treasures Basketball, and 1st Prize was a factory sealed box of 2014-15 Flawless Basketball.
The makeover was amazing. Panini America and The NBA did an outstanding job. It couldn’t have gone better. Panini America and The NBA also ran our Grand Reopening with a David Robinson Autograph Signing.
JS – That sounds really awesome! I’m sure the Admiral was a huge draw! Since that 2015 Hobby Shop Makeover, we have experienced a couple of healthy years for the hobby thanks to big name rookies like Dak Prescott, Ezekiel Elliott, Aaron Judge, Cody Bellinger and others. With products being heavily sought after, what have been the top 5 hottest products in the store over the last 12 months?
Charlie – National Treasures Football, Prizm Football, Select Football, Donruss Optics Baseball, Topps Inception Baseball and Topps Finest Baseball (sorry, had to name six).
JS – What products are you most looking forward to being released that are on the calendar now?
Charlie – Everything basketball. It is going to be a great year for basketball; all National Treasures, Immaculate and Flawless products. Prizm Football and Select Football are going to be great. We are also looking forward to 2017 Bowman Chrome Baseball, 2017 Bowman High Tek, 2017 Topps High Tek and 2017 Archives Signature Edition.
JS – Because the hobby is so hot right now, we have the perfect opportunity to introduce young collectors, or even re-introduce former collectors that left during the 90’s, to our current hobby world. What advice would you give to those collectors to help them get the most from the hobby?
Charlie – We advise new and former collectors to read Beckett, read the internet and feel free to ask us questions. My son has been working by my side for six years and he is very patient with new collectors. They always leave our store thanking my son, Jeff, for his time and information.
JS – Along those same lines, what steps would you like to see taken within the industry to keep the hobby fresh and appealing to the masses?
Charlie – The Hobby needs more good hobby shops that are a physical meeting place for collectors to form a community. This community will insure all collectors enjoy collecting and feel good about spending their entertainment dollars. Sports Cards Plus is lucky. We won the Panini America NBA $75,000 Hobby Shop Makeover and have a great looking store. We have many great customers who allow us to get by on a 10% profit margin. Unfortunately, not many card shops can afford to operate a first class store on a 10% profit margin. I would like to see better profit margins for card shops so that it would attract more good businessmen to open first-class card shops. Making it clear that our hobby is professional and entertaining is the best way to grow the hobby.
JS – Lastly, are there any upcoming in-store events you would like to make collectors aware of?
Charlie – Our $500.00 Drawing is October 31st – Get a Free Entry matching your every purchase. And always look for contests and Sneak Peeks listed on our website, Facebook and Twitter.
Sports Cards Plus
2251 Lockhill-Selma Rd
San Antonio, TX 78230
Owner – Charlie DiPietro
Phone – 210-524-2337
eBay – TomorrowsTreasures2003
http://www.sportscardsplussa.com/
Hours:
Monday-Saturday: 11:00 am – 7:00 pm
Sunday: CLOSED
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