#2024 advent

[budding-bl-librarian]

A Birthday Request

Fandom: Hirano and Kagiura

Pairing: Kagiura Akira/Hirano Taiga

Wordcount: 1225

Rating: T (for language)

Summary: Kagiura knows exactly what he wants for his birthday, and it's not exactly something he can ask for. Or is it?

“It’s freezing out here,” Kagiura muttered, bringing his hands to his mouth and blowing hard to keep them warm.

They had barely left the school and already the chill was seeping into his bones. It had started snowing before lunch and hadn’t let up, so as he walked back to the dorm with Hirano, they were trudging through several inches of it. The mush stuck to his slacks, seeping into his socks and making him miserable. Most years he didn’t mind the winter, but this year he was already feeling low. The later in the year it got, the closer it got to his roommate taking his exams and then going off to university… without him.

It wasn’t like he could wait for him. Kagi knew this logically. But emotionally? Hirano was going to move out of their shared room, to go to a place where he wasn’t. He was going to make new friends, meet girls. Kagiura felt sick every time he thought about it. So… he tried not to. He wasn’t very good at it though.

“Your birthday is next week,” Hirano reminded him, as if he could forget. “I could always get you some gloves since you don’t seem to have any.”

Gloves would be nice. It would be something he could wear and keep with him during the colder months. It wasn’t really what he wanted though. He couldn’t say it out loud, not when Hirano was so close to his exams, but what he really wanted was for his roommate to finally say he loved him too. It was a big ask. He knew that. But it didn’t stop him from wishing with everything inside of him that it was the birthday gift he would get. Nothing else Hirano could give him would mean quite as much.

“Sure, gloves,” he agreed, nodding his head even as he knew he was only going through the motions. 

“Hey, what does that mean?” Hirano asked. He grabbed Kagi’s elbow and tugged it, forcing him to look down into his eyes. Hirano’s sharp eyes stared into his, searching and angry. “You’ve been acting weird again. What is it? Just spit it out.”

He could feel his face crumble as Hirano pushed him. It always seemed to happen this way. He would get wrapped up in his head over his feelings, be unable to tell Hirano exactly how bad it hurt to love him but also be unable to explain why it was impossible to stop. Hirano literally took up every empty space inside him and it was constantly spilling out and over. But this time he had to keep it in no matter what. If he confessed again, said everything he was thinking and feeling, and it messed Hirano up before his exams? Kagiura would never forgive himself. This time he had to pull himself together, even if he was bleeding out and wailing internally with every minute that passed. He had to cherish the time they had left, not spoil it.

What am I supposed to do? He thought. Without even meaning to, he reached out one of his freezing cold hands and placed it on Hirano’s cheek. By this point this level of touching didn’t phase either of them. It was something they did every day, though in different places depending on their moods. Today he needed to touch him so badly he couldn’t even manage to keep a count of time in his head. Even though he knew he only got ten seconds, he just left his hand on Hirano’s cheek. He just stared into his eyes. He just wished time would stop then and there.

To his surprise, Hirano didn’t shrug his hand off. No, he seemed to lean into it and close his eyes. Kagiura was in shock, but he couldn’t move a muscle. As long as Hirano didn’t push him away, he couldn’t bring himself to move. They both just stood in the snow, a hush surrounding them as if every other person in the world had vanished, leaving them all alone.

Before he could stop himself, quiet words slipped through his lips. “I don’t want gloves…”

Hirano’s eyes opened then, and he looked up at Kagiura curiously. “You should tell me what you want. I suck at guessing.”

Kagiura swallowed hard and put his other hand on Hirano’s other cheek. “I want to kiss you,” he admitted. The words were even quieter this time. The real, secret desire of his heart was finally spoken aloud between them and couldn’t be taken back.

But, rather than the quick denial of his wish, Hirano blushed. His cheeks had already been pink from the cold, but they darkened to a deep red as his eyes widened in shock. “Shit…” Hirano muttered, pulling back for a moment and bringing his hand to his mouth. He looked around them hurriedly, as though checking to make sure no one was around to hear what he had heard. 

Kagiura’s heart was racing as he looked at the person he loved more than anything else in the world. Was he going to tell him off? Would he turn around and rush back to the dorm on his own? Could this finally be the request that ended their relationship for good?

In the blink of an eye, Hirano reached up and gripped the collar of his jacket, roughly yanking him down. “You’re too damn tall!”

“I’m… sorry?” Kagi had no idea what was going on, but he couldn’t stop himself from apologizing.

“Don’t blame me if it sucks…” Hirano growled and yanked Kagiura’s collar, forcing his head down and their lips slamming together.

At first it seemed like Hirano was going to just give him a pissed off peck and then storm away. But when Kagiura reached out to touch his face again, the lips pressed against his softened. They leaned into each other, mouths moving instinctively together. Kagiura was sure that if he were to die in that moment, he wouldn’t regret it.

All too soon they pulled apart, breathing ragged even from the all too short kiss. Hirano’s cheeks were beet red and he turned his face away. Kagiura knew he was pressing his luck, that he had exceeded the “boyfriend time” by an enormous amount already, but he took Hirano’s hand and pressed it to his heart. “My heart is beating so fast,” he said with a smile.

Hirano opened and shut his mouth several times, like he couldn’t decide what to say. Finally, he yanked Kagi’s hand and pressed it to his chest. “Mine is too… dammit.”

The laughter that erupted from him was full of joy and, even more, full of awe. He never would have believed that Hirano would actually kiss him. It was too much to have wished for. But it had happened! It was even better than he could have imagined.

“I love you, Hirano-san,” he told him, positively beaming with happiness.

Hirano didn’t respond in words, but he did slip his hand into Kagiura’s. “We need to make curfew,” he barked as he dragged Kagi down the road leading toward the dorms. As they walked back to the room they shared, Kagi couldn’t help but notice that Hirano’s ears were still blushing fiercely. It wasn’t a confession exactly, but as birthday presents went, it was pretty perfect. 

[scrub456]

Holidaze Prompt 1: GREEN (Fandom: Sherlock & Co.)

"Watson!" Sherlock bellowed from the sitting room, causing John to chuckle. "WATSON!" More urgent in nature, Sherlock's exclamation had the opposite effect as John lingered over putting his socks and pants away, gearing up to thoroughly enjoy the inevitable exasperated exchange.

John could hear his flatmate pacing, making a wide berth around a specific spot in the room.

(read more under the break, or on AO3 in the Holidaze 2024 collection)

"Heya, Sherls. What's..."

"What. Is. That?" Sherlock paused just a step short of too close, staring John down as he flapped his hand in a very specific direction.

"Well, I'm not really the one for deductions, am I? But looks to me like a dinosaur." John couldn't help the very manly giggle that caused him to break is already unconvincing serious facade.

"It's not," Sherlock spluttered.

"Looks like a dinosaur to me," John shrugged, but stood his ground.

"And pray tell, what KIND of dinosaur? Hmm?" Sherlock crossed his arms over his chest, settling in for a battle of wits.

"Well, ah... ahem..." John tried, he really tried, not to chuckle. "Well obviously it's a Christmasaurus."

"A..." Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "A Christ-mas-saurus."

"Indeed. Note the festive hat, and the cheerfully twinkling lights." John twirled with a flourish and struck a game show sidekick pose next to the item in question.

"There's no such thing." Sherlock's glare softened, his crossed arms remained crossed, but his shoulders lost some of the tension, as he began to catch on to John's playful tone.

"Shhhhh!" John covered the dinosaur's non-existent ears. "You'll hurt his feelings."

"Watson," Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Now," John stood upright after patting the dinosaur on the head. "I beg to differ. It seems to me we have in our presence a Christmas themed dinosaur. Hence, a Christmasaurus."

"Your logic is flawed and lacks real scientific backing, but I'll allow it for now." Sherlock smoothly stepped over a pile of -- well, John wasn't sure who's belongings those were, so it didn't bear thinking about -- stuff and plopped down on the couch so he could get a closer look. "I suppose the better question is, why?"

"Why?" John repeated, a bit confused. "I mean, why not? It's December."

"Is it?" Sherlock seemed shocked.

"Yeahhh..." John huffed and patted Sherlock's shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Marianna's got the schedule handled."

"Who?" Sherlock squinted up at him with a teasing smirk.

"Oh my god, you know her bloody name." John's exasperated laugh made Sherlock laugh as well.

"Look, I know you like Christmas. But it's been a long while since Christmas really meant anything to me, and then I saw this little guy in the window of a shop, and I don't know. He seemed..."

"Whimsical," Sherlock added with a small smile.

"Yeah." John shrugged. "Sometimes, with what we do, we see a lot of darkness, a lot of the worst people can imagine, and I thought it might be nice to come home after one of those dark, ugly cases, to a little whimsy."

"Hmm," Sherlock hummed and nodded in agreement. "Very well, Watson. Your festive scientific abomination may reside here in the sitting room, on one condition."

"Sure, mate," John grinned.

"I get to name him."

"I... okay. Sure, have a crack at it."

Sherlock stood to pace around the Christmasaurus, then stopped suddenly and turned to John with a rakish grin.

"Oh god. Okay, let's hear it." John braced himself for something truly absurd.

"Jonk." Sherlock maintained his grin, which had comically grown a bit unhinged.

"What? Why!" A bit shocked, John couldn't contain his laughter. "You're naming him after me?"

"Yes." With a resolute nod, Sherlock dropped back to the couch next to John. "Bright, kind of ridiculous..."

"Hey!" John playfully elbowed Sherlock's side. Sherlock bumped his shoulder against John's in return.

"And you're both more than a little... unexpected." Sherlock turned his head to give John a timid, lopsided smile. "And that's a very good thing."

"Thank's Sherl." John grinned right back. "You're pretty unexpected too. In the best possible way."

[sibmakesart]

ADVENT CALENDAR 2024 DAY 1 ITS GONNA BE CHRISTMAAAAAASSSSSSS

[madeline-kahn]

Music in Film: A Nonsense Christmas with Sabrina Carpenter (2024) dir. Sam Wrench

[futuristicson]

[lay-z]

🇸🇪 Day 15 – Domestic bliss

A continuation to ❄️ Day 7 – Make do, which means it's set in the same universe!

Synopsis: This year, you’re not stuck, but willingly spending Christmas in a cozy cottage in the beautiful wilderness of Sweden. 

Pairing: alpha!TF-141 x fem!omega!Reader 

Warnings/Info: NSFW, 18+ | Omegaverse; military!Reader; a/b/o dynamics; emotional support (dog) omega; established poly!relationship; claimed mates; typical alpha/omega behaviour; knotting; breeding; fluff/aftercare  

Word count: 2.6k

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Location: Öjarn, Northern Sweden

EST. remng. time until exfil: Undisclosed

When the brass decided to transfer you to another unit after a year of serving with the 141, Captain Price didn't hesitate, made the necessary arrangements and swiftly claimed you as his omega, along with the rest of his squad. 

That was roughly two months ago. 

Now, the Captain's inner alpha preens whenever he catches a glimpse of the four mating bite marks along the junctures of your pretty neck; two on each shoulder, slightly different sizes, but all equal and serious in their claim. All binding for a lifetime, too. 

In return, each one of your mates wears your unique bite mark proudly; dainty crescent scars adorning each of their necks. You'd claimed them all as your mates eagerly, no questions asked, but “Who goes first?”. 

The Captain did.  

Then Simon.  

And Kyle. 

Johnny. 

You've become their perfect pillow princess. The sweetest most beautiful, supportive and docile omega each of them could've ever dreamed of and wished for. You help them decompress and unwind, sleep better and keep the nightmares at bay with your soothing scent and gentle purrs. 

They’re completely enamoured with you; so much so that the urge to hide you away and keep you from danger is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. That’s why the Captain decided to bring you all here on leave, wanting to spend this Christmas in a more appropriate and comfortable way than the last. 

They rented a pretty cottage in the woods, close to a gorgeous lake where a herd of reindeer roams, far away from civilization, with a nice fireplace, plenty of supplies and provisions to last for several weeks, and enough spaces to relax, lounge and bond. To breed. 

John’s chest rumbles with a deep purr at the thought. He’s been planning on breeding you with his boys, start easing you into being knotted more frequently even before your upcoming heat.

It’s enough to make his cock chuff in his pants as he watches you fool around and playfight with his younger packmates, his dear Sergeants. They like to get a bit rough with you, enjoying the way you growl at them and giggle in delight, but they’re always gentle enough to never hurt you, knowing fully well that their Captain and Ghost would rip them a new one if you’d so much as catch a bruise on your supple skin.  

You squeal when Johnny pins you to the fur carpet in front of the fireplace, straddling your hips while Kyle holds your wrists above your head to keep you from thrashing. The young alphas growl playfully at you, and John hides his smile as he takes a sip of his morning coffee, keeping his distance for now. 

“Now what?” You ask through a giddy smile, eyes sparkling with mirth as your gaze flickers between Johnny and Kyle.  

“Now... we claim our bonnie prize. Right, Garrick?” Johnny shoots Kyle a look, the formers eyes already darkened from diamond blue to navy, his cock hot and heavy in his pants. Kyle clicks his tongue with a nod and licks his lips, just as excited as his packmate. Their heady arousal thick in the air around the spacious living room while your saccharine scent slowly mixes with theirs, creating a perfect concoction of a natural aphrodisiac. 

Your skin flushes, heartrate picking up at their possessive behaviour. A year ago, you would’ve felt flustered, embarrassed at how turned on you get by simply playfighting with them, but you’ve long learned that it’s perfectly natural. They want you needy and desperate, and bold about it. 

“Want you both,” you keen while your cunt slicks up and throbs around nothing, “I want you to use me.” 

Both young alphas groan. Kyle squeezes your wrists before he reaches for the hem of your flimsy sweater to pull it off you. Johnny snarls and grinds his big bulge against your warm core, seeking friction as he keeps the weight off his bad knee. 

“Alright! That’s enough for now, lads. Give our sweet omega a break.” John barks commandingly, sauntering over to the throuple on the floor. “Make yourselves useful and go chop some wood outside. It’s going to be cold tonight.” 

Both Kyle and Johnny leave you be reluctantly, the latter more hesitantly than the former, but as the leading alpha, the Captain’s word is law in this pack – in and outside of the field. He keeps the peace and balance, even if he must bring in Simon as his enforcer sometimes, and neither Kyle nor Johnny wants to get scuffed by the Lieutenant again. 

“Send Simon back inside when you see him, aye? I need to have a word with him.” He calls after the younger men as they scurry off to get dressed and follow their orders. 

John approaches you slowly, eyes never leaving yours as you roll over onto your stomach, lifting your legs, crossed at the ankles with your ass perched up a little, already presenting for him and luring him in. It always works. 

“Quite the tease today, aren’t you, sweetheart?” John kneels on one leg, knees popping as he goes down. He cups your chin, tilting it up to him. “How’re you feeling?” 

You blink your pretty eyes up at him with feigned innocence. “Good, sir,” you purr, flashing a warm smile when John huffs in amusement, “I feel toasty warm and safe here.” 

John nods, pleased with your answer as he rubs the pad of his thumb over your chin in contemplation. 

Your back arches against Simon’s flushed chest, damp skins sticky with sweat while he breathes down your neck, mouthing along the curve of your shoulder as he keeps you impaled on his massive cock while he sits with his broad back against the headboard of the large bed, your thighs spread wide open and draped over his strong legs, giving John a perfect view of your wonderful cunt and the way it swallows and stretches around Simon’s prick. 

Your syrupy slick is dripping around your hole, down your crack and his heavy balls. You feel so full and yet it’s not enough. You’re burning up inside. The squelch is obscene whenever he lifts you up a little only to drop you back down on his length, making you cry out in pleasure each time. 

“Remember, lad, don’t knot her. I need you to prepare her for mine.” John reminds him sternly, still casually leaning against the bedroom wall. 

Simon grunts, nodding curtly. “Yes, sir.” 

John hums in approval at his obedience. Although he’s allowed Simon to drop the formalities off duty, especially in an intimate situation like this, his Lieutenant simply cannot do it, can’t give up the control. Deep down, John knows it’s so that Simon won’t forget himself, scared of his own self that he might do something to you he will regret if he’d ever lose control. It’s like he’s clinging to the power dynamic; clinging to John being the leader, the one and only alpha who can keep Simon on a metaphorical leash, ready to pull on it if he gets too rough. 

John knows Simon would never do anything harmful to you. John also knows that Kyle and Johnny are more prone to wearing you out when no one is around to keep them in check. He makes a mental note to have a pack briefing soon. If he wants to start breeding you, he wants to do it right with everyone involved and on the same page. 

And then your high-pitched moans pull John out of his thoughts, and he watches your body quake and tremble while Simon keeps thrusting up into your convulsing walls, large hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he coaxes another orgasm out of you while he holds his own release back. 

John can see how badly Simon wants to come, too. The tendons and veins throbbing in his thick neck, the sweat trickling down his temples, pale and heavily scarred skin now flushed and hot, and the way his shoulders shake with restraint, are all clear indicators of this pleasurable torture, though Captain’s orders hold him back and he’s a fiercely obedient pup. 

John tilts his head to the side, eyes zeroed in on the way your slick keeps gushing around Simon’s cock. “Would you like Simon to come inside you, sweetheart? You want to relief him of his suffering, hm? Your choice, love.” 

Your lips are parted, eager to be stuffed with another cock, as you regard John with a heavy-lidded gaze, head lolling back against Simon’s shoulder as you moan and whimper, and ultimately nod.  

Your pleading voice and verbal permission is the only push Simon needs, and he drops your thighs to wrap his bulky arms around your torso instead as he pumps his hips and starts fucking you with wild abandon, grunting praises in your ear while his dark eyes keep flicking down to his claiming mark on your right shoulder. His jaw twitches and his canines ache to bite and claim you all over again, but he manages to suppress the urge for now. 

“Yes,” you whine, hands grasping and holding onto Simon’s tattooed forearms desperately while you turn your head, nuzzling his throat while your warm breath puffs against his sweaty skin. “Yes, please, Si!” 

When Simon cums and spills his release inside of you eventually, John is already shedding his clothes, dropping the fabrics on the bedroom floor before approaching the bed. 

You’re mewling and chirping happily as Simon’s cock keeps throbbing while his chest heaves with rumbling, satisfied growls. He tilts your head to the side to seal your lips in a sloppy yet sweet kiss, licking into your mouth to taste you thoroughly before John’s arm snakes around your waist, ready to claim you for himself. 

Simon doesn’t snarl, doesn’t growl possessively when his Captain comes to steal you away. No, he only whines deep in his throat, but lets go of you, nonetheless, right when his knot starts to swell, eager to lock inside you. 

“Not yet, Simon,” John reminds him with a low rumble as he pulls you into his own arms, against his warm hairy chest. “You’ll get your turn, lad.” 

You’re already at that point where you’re just happy to be passed around along your alphas, eager to serve and have their cocks fill you up repeatedly. It starting to feel different, though, and in the back of your mind, you already know why that is. 

“How do you want it, love?” John asks softly, meaty palms caressing up and down your flanks while his own cock is bobbing against his lower abdomen, weeping with precum from its ruddy tip. You want to lick and cherish it. Behind you, Simon traces the curve of your spine with the rough tips of his fingers, needing the contact. You shudder and whine needily. 

John’s eyes soften. “That bad already, huh?” He reaches for your wrist and pulls you closer until you straddle his lap and he can kiss you properly. 

“Something wrong, sir?” Simon asks, his gruff voice laced with concern for you.  

John pulls back from the sensual kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips that he licks away. 

“Our omega is going into heat soon and you know how needy she already is out of it,” he answers matter-of-factly. “Isn’t that right, princess?”  

You nod slowly, eyes becoming all glossy as you tremble under John’s loving gaze. 

Kyle and Johnny push and shove each other like a pair of rowdy pups after kicking off their wet boots by the front door, both carrying a pile of cut firewood. They’re still restless and buzzing with energy, even after exerting themselves outside in the snow, chopping wood for the past hour. 

“You smell that?” Kyle asks suddenly, dark brows furrowed quizzically as he drops the logs next to the fireplace, sniffing the air. 

Johnny rubs the cold tip of his nose with his equally cold hands. “Nah. Smell what?” He scents the air as well, eyes squinting as he picks up a familiar sound instead, one that has his heart start thudding rapidly in his chest. His eyes widen with glee as he looks at Kyle before they both take off sprinting down the hallway towards the master bedroom. 

What they find in the bedroom has them both freezing on the spot and their throats start rumbling with whiney growls, pricks already swelling with unbridled need and desire for you. 

The air is thick with the heady scent of sex, familiar alpha pheromones and your sweet, sweet slick. It makes their mouths water, and their chests swell with affection and pride.  

You’re on all fours on the bed, head resting on your folded forearms, your plump ass is up in the air, your back arched so beautifully as their Captain takes you from behind while Simon watches with heavy-lidded eyes, jerking his cock in rhythm with John’s shallow thrusts into your fluttering cunt. Neither of them minds the audience and you’re certainly calling out to them with soft, saccharine whines. 

Johnny doesn’t hesitate another second before he starts undressing in a hurry, more than eager to join, and Kyle swiftly follows the lead. 

“Permission to join, sir.” Johnny requests breathlessly and the mattress dips and creaks as he climbs onto the bed, already reaching you to pet your hair lovingly; his other hand squeezing his shaft to release some of that gut-wrenching pressure. Kyle crawls onto the mattress behind him, opting to lean against the headboard like Simon. 

Meanwhile, your eyelashes flutter as you blink up at your other two alphas; their heavy, delicious scents making your walls clench and convulse around John’s thick, swollen knot. Pressing your face into the mattress below, you keep panting and whining and moaning while John gropes and squeezes your ass cheeks soothingly, hushing you with his deep, husky voice before he addresses his packmates. 

“She’s going into heat soon. I had to knot her now, but she’ll need more.” He grunts out as his knot keeps throbbing, locked in past your soppy entrance. 

And their eyes darken at their Captain’s explanation. Now that they know what’s going on, it all makes sense.  

“Heat.” Kyle repeats under his breath, eyes trained on your while his cock twitches inside his boxer briefs. He remembers the first heat that got triggered when they’d claimed you as their omega, and his heart flutters in his chest, his stomach doing a little flip. It was one of the most stressful yet best and rewarding times of his life so far. 

When Johnny lies down next to you and starts caressing the curve of your spine, Simon glares and gives his calf a warning nudge with his foot. “Let her be, Johnny. Don’t overwhelm her.” 

“Am not even doin’ anythin’!” Johnny grumbles, glancing over his shoulder with a frown before his Captain’s stern glare makes him duck his head and simply lay down next to you like an obedient pup, and when you turn your head to gaze at the youngest alpha, he scoots closer to nuzzle his cold nose against yours sweetly. 

“And just to be clear,” Simon mutters, his cheeks flushing brighter as he keeps himself from bucking into his fist, “Cap’ already said tha’ it’s my turn to knot her next.” 

[mcytadventevent]

@syneester is creating for Day Two:

Prompt: Pillow Fort

Their piece is art, featuring Pearl, Grian, Scar, Impulse, and Mumbo (Boatem)!

Credit Links:

https://www.tumblr.com/syneester

https://bsky.app/profile/syneester.bsky.social

[dinagastuff]

It is a little bit early but

Merry Christmas! This is my artwork for @paracosm-draw 's Obikin Advent Calendar! (day 14)

[lululawrence]

You Should Be Here With Me

A 2024 Advent Fic by lululawrence

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 34k | 26 Chapters

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks.

Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table.

Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

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NOW COMPLETE!

[archervale]

HOLIDAYS WITH THE WINCHESTERS || SPN ADVENT 2024

Hello! Me and @wormstacheangel were talking about having a little Advent event for Supernatural this year and so we came up with some prompts! We would love it if you join us in participating, as the more, the merrier! ✨

You can participate by drawing fanart, writing fanfic, making edits, or any other creative endeavor you would like!

Rules: Absolutely no AI. Be civil with one another, this event is to have fun, not to spread hate. Keep it Supernatural related as it is a Supernatural Advent. If your post is NSFW, please tag accordingly. We are open to most ships, however, we will not accept incest or pedo ships as it makes us both deeply uncomfortable.

You can use the #spnadvent2024 in order to share you work with others! We will be reblogging your works as well!

**text list below**

Family Reunion

Tradition

Snowflakes

Candy

Scrooge

Merry

Stocking Stuffers

Winter

Holy

Ribbon

Bells

Presents

Traffic

Fruitcake

Greetings

Mistletoe

Parade

Tinsel

List

Miracle

Party

Tree

Lights

Spirit

Announcement

[writingwisterias]

Day 1: Breeding Kink

DI! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Body Changes, Masterlist Day 1! Let's go! Hope you enjoy ~ Mads <3

At first, both of you hated the idea of going to your cousin's wedding. The two of you would much rather stay at home than endure the small talk of the family. Your dress clung to the curves of your body in such a perfect way it almost made Leon fall to the floor when he saw you leave the bedroom this morning. The ceremony was beautiful, held in such a magical place he loved seeing you take mental notes throughout the day fiddling with the expensive ring on your finger. The same one everyone had fawned over all night, prying for details about the intimate moment you both shared. You smiled at him from across the room, the small children surrounding you as you took turns dancing with them. He couldn't help but wonder about the future of you two and the way you would act with your children. “She’s a natural they always love their auntie” Your mum spoke from beside him. He was impressed by the woman's ability to sneak up on him despite his year's worth of training, perhaps he was just too smitten with you. “She sure is” He responded. Your mother just chuckled, not failing to notice the expression on Leon’s face as he watched you play with the children. The smile on your face was bright enough to light up the room. 

He watched as you twirled each child around, making sure they all had their moment. He barely heard your mother’s dismissal, her laugh fading to the background as he made his way across the dance floor to you. Your eyes lit up as he presented his hand to you, a dramatic bow followed as the children laughed at his antics. “May I have this dance?” He spoke, his signature grin spread across his face as his eyes flicked up towards you. Your hand was small and gentle in comparison to his.“You may” You chuckled as he whisked you away. His arm encirling around your waist tugging you close to him. Your head rested on his chest as you swayed to the slow music. Both of you fade amongst the crowd of the other couples. 

Leon rested his chin on the top of your head, placing a small kiss against your crown. “I’ve been thinking” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the night. “That’s never good” You retorted, a giggle leaving your lips as he feigned offence. “What if we had one?” He asked. The question was lost to you for a second, the intention behind his words unclear until you turned towards where the children were now running around playing tag together. You had never spoken about this before, always opting for him to approach you with the topic when he was ready. “I wouldn’t object” Your reply was simple, and straight to the point. It left him thinking as he continued to hold you close, allowing him to process the information and take the lead on the subject as a whole. 

As the night continued the more he thought about it. He watched you flutter around the room with your siblings. He found himself imagining what your frame would look like with a swollen belly, which is evidence of his claim on you. His jealousy always ran hot whenever someone would approach you, his deep routed insecurities of never deserving someone as good as you. The ring was evidence that you weren't on the market but never stopped people from trying. There was always an endless supply of men to ward off when you both were out in public. His touches and protectiveness were never enough to show the greedy suitors that you were his and he wasn’t sharing. By the end of the night as you both walked through the corridors of the hotel his cock was already at half mast as he lost himself in the thoughts of impregnating you. 

Leon sat on the bed watching as you slowly began to wind down. His cock throbbed in his restraints as he watched you pull the fabric down your body, your hips shimming as you struggled to get it past. You turned to him in your underwear, a faint blush spreading across your cheeks at his intense stare. “What are you thinking about Leon?” You smiled as you walked over to him now standing between his legs. You could feel his erection through the trousers where it poked at your thigh. Your hands slid underneath the collar of his blazer, taking it off slowly whilst squeezing his biceps. He could see the lust in your eyes - perhaps you were thinking of the same thing? Craving his desires that haven't left his mind since he had started to think about them. “What if we were to try tonight? For a baby I mean” He questioned. You hummed as you pretended to think about it, your answer was clear physically as you began to undo the buttons of his shirt but he needed to hear it verbally. A smile grew on your face you looked down at his eyes maintaining contact as you replied, “Yes, I think that would be great” 

Leon smirked as he stood up from the bed, his form now towering over you. His hands were cold as they caressed your shoulders, moving down to hold your hands. His chapped lips encased your own, pouring love and passion into the kiss as he turned you around. Your knees hit the edge of the bed as you fell backwards onto it, taking his hint and began crawling backwards to the headboard. You watched as he finally shed his clothes, an obvious tent in his boxers as he made his way around the bed towards you. Leon captured lips again in a heated kiss, a small damp spot on his boxers appearing as his cock dribbled out pre cum. “I love you” He murmured into your neck. Your heart swelled with love as he continued his kisses down your body. Sucking soft marks against the curves of your breasts, you arched your back against him, his fingers making quick work on the clasp of your bras as he freed them. “God I can’t wait for these to grow” He chuckled, taking them in his hands and kneading them as he watched your face contort in pleasure. His teeth grazed against the stiffened peaks of your nipples. “What about you love?” he added, stopping his actions as he waited for your reply. “Yes…I want it too…please Leon” You whined your chest arching into your hands desperate for him to continue. Satisfied he continued his journey down towards your pussy, smirking as he saw the outline of your lips from where the fabric began to stick to it. His breath fanned against your clothed pussy cooling your arousal-slicked underwear and making you squirm against the sheets. He pulled his boxers down, smirking as your head popped up to take a look at his length as it sprang free. 

The tip was beading pre cum, the substance wasted as it dribbled down his cock. His fingers slipped underneath your waistband shimmying the underwear down your thighs. He watched as you spread your legs for him, your pussy covered in your own juices just from the ideas he was planting in your head. You felt pressure at your entrance as he lined himself up, his tip slowly entering you as he let out a low groan. Leon felt your velvet walls flutter around his length, it felt like you were moulding for him, eagerly clenching around his shaft as if they were already trying to milk him. “God baby… you're already so prepped for me” He groaned as he looked down at you, meeting your lust-blown eyes. “I’ve been craving this Leon…you spilling so deep inside me” You rambled, your words coming out in small pants as he began to thrust inside you, admiring the white circle that formed at the base of his cock. “I want you to cum inside me and make everyone know who I belong to as my body changes because of what you did to me” 

You felt his cock twitch inside you, his groans now falling into your ear as he pressed himself even further into you. His brain slowly imagines what you would look like as you changed because of what he did. What he was going to do to you. He lifted your leg over his shoulder, the stretch adding an ache that soon washed away to the pleasure at the new angle. His eyes screwed shut as he focused on driving himself into you. The guilt kept trying to creep in at his lack of pleasuring you, focusing only on himself. However, to you seeing him so desperate for this; his mind solely focused on his release inside of you made it so much hotter. With a final groan, he spilled himself inside, his load coating your walls spreading warmth throughout your body. Your orgasm followed shortly after as he continued to bury his seed inside. He wasn’t even pulling out the whole way anymore, just thrusting inside you. He smiled down at you, his grin infectious as he looked at your flushed cheeks. He pulled you in for a kiss, holding you close as he relished in the post-orgasm feeling. Refusing to let his cock slip out of you despite the cum dribbling down his balls from where he remained. You could still feel him twitching inside of you evidence to his brain not leaving the train of thought. “Guess I’m in for a long night?” You chuckled. Leon grinned down at you. “Long night? Baby, I’m not stopping until this takes” 

His fingers caressed your stomach, smiling down at it as his thoughts ran wild.

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Mistletoe Mishaps

Fandom: Cherry Magic

Pairing: Kurosawa Yuichi/Adachi Kiyoshi

Wordcount: 1301

Rating: T (for suggestive themes at the end)

Summary: The Toyokawa team gets together for after work drinks. A suspicious seating arrangement begs for the resolution of a King's Game demand.

Adachi was shutting down his computer for the evening, ready to head home for a quiet weekend, when Asahina set his hand on his shoulder. “You’re joining the sales team for drinks tonight, aren’t you, Adachi?”

Drinks? He hadn’t heard about them going out for the evening. Usually Kurosawa would have told him ahead of time if there was an after hours work function, but this time he hadn’t heard anything. Adachi turned to look up at his coworker and raised an eyebrow. “What are you guys celebrating? Kurosawa didn’t mention anything to me.”

A chuckle came from the older man as he patted Adachi’s shoulder. “Still bragging about your relationship? I guess you guys are still in your honeymoon period.”

Adachi blushed and looked around to make sure no one else had overheard their conversation. Their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret (they had several work friends who knew and had come to the wedding after all), but it wasn’t quite out in the open for everyone either. Thankfully everyone else was busy getting ready to head home and so no one seemed to notice.

“Not bragging, just genuinely curious,” Adachi said in more hushed tones. “We usually talk about upcoming plans over dinner.”

“They just asked me a few minutes ago,” Kurosawa said apologetically as he stepped up to Adachi’s desk, even going as far as to bring his hands together in a small pleading gesture.

“No, it’s really fine. I don’t mind having a drink tonight.” He was getting better at being social after being in a relationship with Kurosawa. While he couldn’t exactly say he was the life of the party, he could hold a conversation, turn down drinks if needed, but also read the room well enough to have a good time. It still wasn’t his favorite way to spend an evening, but if his partner was going, he wanted to attend as well.

Asahina clapped them both on the back and grinned as he turned to head out of the office. “Great! The manager wanted to try the new izakaya that opened down the street. I’ll see you both there!”

It was no wonder the man excelled in sales. He was just the right amount of friendly, but still had a mature air that made everyone comfortable around him. It was why he was one of the few coworkers who knew about their relationship. Adachi was always relieved to know that Kurosawa had someone close by that he could trust and rely on. And that extended to after hours drinks as well. He himself was a big drinker, but he was good at reminding others of their limits and diffusing uncomfortable situations that sometimes arose when heavy drinking got out of hand.

“If you really don’t want to go, I’m sure I can come up with an excuse. You did say you were looking forward to reading Tsuge’s new book this weekend.” 

Adachi smiled at Kurosawa and shook his head. “I don’t mind. I haven’t gone out with the sales team in a while. Besides, everyone would be disappointed if their ace didn’t show up.”

The smile Kurosawa bestowed upon him was so bright it was almost blinding. It was a good thing he was used to it after a year and a half together. Besides, he liked seeing him happy. When Kurosawa was in a good mood it felt like only good things would happen. So he wasn’t worried about socializing or drinking with their colleagues… 

He should have been. 

When they arrived a few minutes later, drinks and appetizers were already being ordered. It was a festive atmosphere, only heightened by the Christmas decorations sprinkled across the izakaya. Trees, lights and even mistletoe hung over and around each table. Garlands lined the walls. It was a bright reminder that the holiday was only a week away.

“Adachi-san, Kurosawa-san, over here!”

Rokkaku, another friend of theirs and the fledgling of the sales team, was grinning at them and waving them over to a spot large enough for two. Weaving their way through the already busy shop, they managed to find their way to the table and sit near the younger man. As they removed their coats, Kurosawa looked around at the already full table.

“Lucky that there was a spot for us to sit together,” he mentioned with a mixture of surprise and relief.

“No one wanted to sit here,” Rokkaku laughed. “So I thought it was meant to be!”

“No one?” Adachi asked curiously. Was it underneath a vent? Had someone spilled something? He looked up and let out the faintest groan. Oh. Oh that’s why this space wasn’t taken.

He nudged Kurosawa and looked up above them. Kurosawa followed his gaze with a bemused smile, but then he froze as well. They were sitting underneath one of the many sprigs of mistletoe that sprinkled the ceiling of the izakaya. Once they noticed, several of their coworkers began to point and laugh. Not at them, but in an almost conspiratorial way.

“You never did kiss during the King’s Game,” one of their coworkers called out. “When we heard you two were coming, we thought maybe you’d finally have to make up for it!”

“Yeah,” called another coworker, “a kiss on the forehead wasn’t in the spirit of the game at all!”

Adachi sighed. He hadn’t even managed to have a single drink yet, but it was clear several of their colleagues were already well on their way to drunk. He was about to brush them off when he felt Kurosawa sling an arm around his shoulders.

“It’s not your first kiss anymore,” he whispered playfully in his ear. “And we are under the mistletoe.”

Heat flared up the sides of his face, burning his ears and neck as well. Was his husband actually going to kiss him in front of all their coworkers just because they were under the mistletoe? Wait… was he actually going to refuse on principle? Here he was, given the perfect opportunity to be affectionate without having to hide, under the guise of mistletoe and repaying an old debt?

To hell with it.

Adachi reached out and took Kurosawa’s face between his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. He could hear the whoops and hollers of their coworkers, the laughter as Kurosawa took control of the kiss and shifted their mouths so he could slide his tongue inside and tease Adachi. By the time they finally broke apart, everyone was clapping and cheering them on. 

“Cheers to the good sports!” The original ‘King’ that had dared them almost two years before, cried out. 

Everyone who had drinks joined in the cheers, but Adachi just shook his head in exasperation. “You didn’t have to go that far,” he mumbled.

Kurosawa winked. “Maybe we should get some mistletoe for our apartment too.”

Adachi’s blush deepend, but he couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him. “You kiss me like that all the time without it.”

Now Kurosawa leaned in to whisper in his ear, the breathy words tickling his skin and causing him to shudder slightly.  “I can always use more excuses to kiss  you.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, heat sizzling between them. Adachi was tempted to just call off drinking and head home so they could be alone, but Asahina, bless him managed to once again diffuse the situation.

“I think mistletoe only requires one kiss, you two!”

Everyone laughed. Kurosawa’s smile was still warm as he turned to their coworkers and called out. “That’s too bad! Adachi was actually a pretty good kisser!” His joking remark gave Adachi time to pull himself together, promising himself that when they got home, they would continue where they left off. 

Unfortunately… It was a long, long, night.

[glass-noodle]

hankcon but it’s a hallmark holiday special where they’re forced to endure every melodramatic and contrived trope under the sun. spoilers!!!!! they kiss at the end

I took part in the Hankcon Advent Calendar event for 2024!! Thank you @connor-sent-by-cyberlife for running the event ❄️🎄⛷️

Happy holidays!!!

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ADVENT CALENDAR 4 ! SOMEONE STOLE THE GIFTSS !!! CATCH THAT PIRATE !

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Music in Film: Home Alone (1990) dir. Chris Columbus soundtrack, including original music by John Williams

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