#christmas calendar

[thelien-art]

December; the 21st

Yule Game: Tilion x Arien

Where is the fruit and flower of Laurelin & Telperion? - extra point for naming which fruit and flower they are based on

Happy Winter Solstice and happy first Yule Day!! I thought this two would fit perfect!

Join the Advent and Yule calendar to win a drawing - rules here and all the other drawings here

[gaypeopleeater]

Who should be next zooble or Pomni??

Christmas calendar i Will Draw a character everyday

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[incognitopolls]

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[guineapiggies]

Via theroyalfurtatoes

[sasha-naell]

ASOIAF Christmas Calendar

Day I.

Robert makes fun of Tommen for trying to catch Balerion, saying it’s really childish but actually he tried multiple time to psspsspss him and got scratched everytime.

[ghostgirl-22]

Deck the Halls 🎄💫

Day 2: New Positions

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Explicit

Pair: Artashrick

This is a direct sequel to Day 1 actually. Doesn’t necessarily have to be read in order though I think only the end won’t make much sense without it.

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By some miracle Patrick gets them upstairs to the bedroom. He doesn’t waste much time because his dick has been straining since he pulled off Art’s shirt to reveal the lacy red corset. They leave their winter coats and Art’s suit on the living room floor forgotten.

Patrick loves their bedroom, loves that you can see the lights of Manhattan from the window. Loves how big their bed is. Art’s still breathy and anxious and horny. He’s standing up, knees pressed together, tracing the lace of the corset between his fingertips, looking shy like he’s just waiting for someone to tell him what to do. The flush is all over his face and neck, pinkening his chest. Patrick can see his nipples behind the sheer fabric. He teases one of them and Art sighs. Tashi rubs his bottom and he shivers.

“Guys I can’t,” he whispers.

”Can’t what?” Tashi asks, nonchalantly. Taking off her earrings like it’s a regular night.

“It feels so… I’m too…” Art sighs, trailing off.

Patrick grabs him by the waist. Art’s instinct is to find a way to friction… he immediately presses himself up against Patrick and starts humping on Patrick’s thigh like an overstimulated little puppy that can’t control himself. Patrick knows his rent-a-tux is gonna be stained with precum but it’s actually so hot that Art’s gone all desperate and non-verbal so Patrick lets him keep going.

“I have an idea,” Tashi says, quietly.

Patrick swallows and drags his eyes off the bodice for a minute to look at her. Art’s still humping his leg so he steps back and Art stumbles forward, breathless. Tashi steadies him. She’s still wearing too much clothing. Patrick grabs at her zipper, yanking it half way down. ”What’s your idea?” He asks.

“A new position?” She bites her lip, looking up at him with those wide brown eyes. She switches so well between dominant and needy.

“Yeah?” Patrick says and she nods as he pulls at the buttery fabric of the dress and it slides off her shoulders. She lets the sleeves fall off and underneath she’s only wearing a strapless black bra, slightly padded. He reaches in and cups her breasts. Feeling the nipple harden against her palm. Behind her he notices when Art pulls the zipper the rest of the way down and lifts up her hair so he can start kissing on her throat. It’s gotten so long, Patrick twirls his finger tips through it as it rests on her shoulder. And then he gently cups at Arts cheek, stopping at his hairline as he’s busy nibbling hickies onto her throat.

She sighs softly and starts working on Patrick’s cummerbund and then the shirt buttons. He helps her out and pulls the shirt off properly. “I dont know…” she says, pulling him towards the bed, while grabbing Art by the arm. Art stumbles forward. And when she stops again he starts nibbling on her shoulder. Patrick eases his fingers between her thighs, she’s got on little black panties and she’s wet like Patrick’s never felt before. It’s already on her thighs, for how much is there.

“Jesus Christ, you’re both disgusting,” Patrick breathes.

Tashi grabs at his pants and traces her fingertips lightly over the bulge there. “What’s that make you?” She asks, softly.

“A slut,” Patrick says, smirking. She starts unzipping him and when her hands are on his waist band she starts moaning. Patrick realizes then that Art’s starting to push himself inside of her. “Mm wait, Art… I wanna try…” She’s all shaky trying to get control back. She’s pushing Art off but also she doesn’t want to push him off.

“Can you fuck him?” She asks Patrick, eyes pleading, her voice pitched softer than normal.

Art’s all glassy eyed, cock out, messy hair, swollen lips. She might as well be asking Patrick if he can continue breathing. He grabs lube from the nightstand on Art’s side of the bed. It’s a testament to how often he’s in their bedroom that he knows where everything is. Even has a toothbrush and spare underwear. Slowly the thing that they said couldn’t happen is happening (we can’t just alter everything in our lives and misbehave with you).

The whole time he’s grabbing the lube, they’re all over each other, she’s rubbing him and he’s kissing her, trying to get back inside of her. Patrick feels like he’s living in a fairy tale. A very messy, twisted, sexy fairy tale.

He wraps his arms around Art from behind and feels the way he’s breathing, shivering. His body gives in entirely when Patrick presses up against his ass from behind. His own dick is aching, he almost drops the lube as he fumbles with it, trying to get his shorts down and put it on while Art is squirming.

“Mm, Patrick please… please…” Art whines, pushing back eagerly. Doesn’t even care who’s doing it as long as he’s getting fucked.

“Mm, baby?” Tashi says, drawing their attention. She pulls her hair back and climbs on the bed biting her thumb for a minute before crawling up towards the pillow. She lays on her back pulling her knees up. Rubbing herself through her panties. “I was thinking you could…go down on me while he…” She’s looking at Art and Patrick loses control of him immediately. He climbs on the bed and grabs at her legs. The whole time he’s doing that, Patrick has the full view of his perky little ass, panties riding up, garter belt straining. He unsnaps one of the straps and watches as the stocking sags down his calf.

This is so fucking insane. Wearing this all fucking night.

He can hear Tashi moaning, Art licking, it sounds obscene. He wonders how they managed to stop at one kid. He climbs on the bed behind him and unsnaps the other belt, rubs along Art’s bottom, playing with the lace and listening to him moaning between her legs. He teases till he can’t fucking stand it anymore and starts sliding his wet cock between Art’s thighs.

“Nnngh—“ Art pushes back. Patrick decides he’s not going to take the panties off. Not yet. He slides them to the side and eases himself inside. He’s been inside a handful of times but Art is still so tight, every fucking time. Patrick grips at his waist and pushes, feeling him clench. Listening to him moan.

He’s a little anxious to see what Art’s doing to make Tashi cry out like that but the last thing he wants to do is just blow his load before he even gets going. He does catch a glimpse of her though, hair fanned out on the bed, eyes squeezed shut, bra slipping off, chest heaving, body squirming.

Patrick shuts his eyes quickly and starts moving. Fucking into Art, feeling the lace slide across his dick as he pushes in and out. Art doesn’t wait five seconds before he’s pushing back on every thrust, so goddamn needy.

Patrick realizes he’s probably gripping too tight, the corset will likely leave little biting marks on his skin. The thought drives him a little crazy and he ends up gripping him tighter. Art doesn’t even notice. Pretty soon he’s just fucking himself back on Patrick and Tashi’s sitting up on her knees kissing him through it, he’s mostly just moaning into her mouth. Patrick knows he’s not going to fucking last much longer so he fucks him harder. Tashi’s got one hand on Art and the other resting on Patrick’s shoulder.

And then Patrick can hear it… feel it… when Art loses it. He falls apart all over the bed, in the panties, on her hand. She’s giddy, kissing him, holding him as he moans. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he whispers like a prayer.

Patrick can’t slow down, can’t even wait for him to recover from it. He just keeps going, needing to finish in him. He feels Tashi’s wet fingers on his cheek and turns to kiss them all while Art’s making these helpless keening sounds and that’s when Patrick feels himself start to fall over the edge. He stutters his hips while Art’s still pushing for more. “Mm, fuck yes,” Patrick groans. He feels so fucking satisfied as he empties deep inside Art.

Art squirms up against him and Patrick rubs his ass again as he pulls out slowly, waiting to watch as some of it spills back out of his now stretched hole, barely covered by the lace.

They’re all messy, breathing too heavy, still trying to recover from what just happened and Patrick thinks he could live like this forever.

Tashi starts to unclip the corset and Art takes a breath and rubs at his bare chest.

“How do you wear that kinda stuff all day?” He asks, sounding just a bit more like himself.

“Easy,” Tashi says, grinning as she settles on the bed. “I’m not a slut.”

“It feels weird,” Art says, smiling back at her, “that doesn’t make me slutty,” he lays down in the middle, pulling his legs up to ease the stockings down properly.

“You know what—“ Patrick says, crawling between his legs to help with the stockings.

“What?” Art asks. “And don’t make fun cause you fucking liked it.”

“I loved it,” Patrick smirks. “And you know who else would just love it?”

“Don’t say it.” Art says.

“That Santa All male review they were begging you to do,” Patrick smirks. “Imagine the review.”

“For charity of course.” Tashi giggles.

“Of course,” Art says, smiling.

[itzmaztercom]

Can Tokio hotel bring them back for christmas ??

[chaotic-catholic]

My mom got me a Christmas calendar but instead of chocolate it's TEA I LOVE TEA SO MUCH 🤩😋🍵

Thanks mom Iove you 💝

[mudhamster]

WBWNS: 4. December - Mint

Asking Izuku for three days in a row for a word that started with a certain letter would get boring too quickly. Besides, he had to avoid patterns as long as possible, otherwise Izuku would figure out too soon that he had a mission: to make him go out with him.

“Got any plans for the evening?”

“Me?”

They left the hero agency together and instantly the cold night took their breath away in white clouds from their lips. It hadn't snowed yet, but from the way the air smelled and the cold took possession of the streets, it wouldn't be long. A breeze carried the scent of roasted almonds to them and he heard Izuku openly sniffing the air.

Katsuki, barely averting an eye roll, pushed his hands into his pockets and frowned.

“No, Deku, your mom.”

“My m-mom-?”

“‘Course not, idiot. You didn't eat lunch, so … wanna grab somethin’ to eat?”

He looked down at the few centimetres between them, saw how Izuku's mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he tried to remember. Did he eat so rarely that he-?

“Oh, actually I did! I had some soba with Shouto after break. He came in late,”Izuku explained, rubbing his hands a little uncertainly, “But anyway, I still don't have any other plans now. We could go downtown, to the Christmas market? And get some snacks?”

It was such an unexpectedly brilliant idea that Katsuki was momentarily overwhelmed by the possibilities of how he would react to it, because his letter was M today and, by God, it had only caused him trouble all day.

“For some mulled wine?” he finally asked, patting himself smugly on both shoulders and taking the first step towards the city centre, in the opposite direction to their apartment.

Izuku giggled, glancing at his empty arm for less than a split second, then he caught up with him, “Or hot chocolate?”

“With marshmallows?”

Izuku narrowed his eyes suspiciously, scanning his face for a clue as to why he was offering all this, because “you hate sweet things like mulled wine or marshmallows.”

Which, of course, the nerd was absolutely right about. However, he hadn't found an elegant solution for today's letter yet, being too uncreative to meaningfully combine ‘magic’ or ‘music’ (not to mention his final boss: mistletoe - way too early, way too much) without doing something stupid, atypical or cheesy like... like dragging Deku to the theatre – he paused on the pavement.

“Kacchan?”

He stared at the guy next to him, heard himself ask “do you like going to the theatre”, and read unabashed irritation and amazement on his face again before the nerd dared to start giggling.

“What's wrong with you? Did you get an undercover team-building assignment? Do you have a bet? If so, just tell me so we can split the stake.”

Katsuki still stared at him.

“Would you or wouldn't you go to a damn theatre with me?”

Izuku's laughter got a bit more strained and then disappeared after an awkward cough. He rubbed the tip of his nose and mumbled, “I would”.

Katsuki bit his lip internally, took out his phone and yes, for heaven's sake, opened his notes app because he was (unfortunately) no superhuman and the information trickling between them on the floor were too fucking precious for later, so he wrote it down, and –

”What are you doing?“

“Did you upload an extra package of Wh-questions to your brain at the beginning of the month?” He tapped his index finger on Deku’s forehead, and he gasped in offended surprise, ”if you know what's good for you, you'll shut up for a second – oy!”

Izuku had tiptoed to a unseen spot and was peeking at his phone.

“You're not ordering any tickets.”

“So!? I asked you if you would, not if you want to –“

“You also asked if I had plans today!”

Katsuki let the phone drop, perplexed by the direction their conversation was taking. Deku would have gone to the theatre with him, as spontaneously as only the two of them would set something like this up. But it’s not supposed to work that way.

“Do you expect me to buy something immediately after you say yes to it?”

“That's precisely why we have an air fryer, a multifunctional vacuum cleaner and 10 yoga mats of different thicknesses at home, darling.”

The pet name derailed his brain. He still vaguely saw the plan to just drink a crappy mulled wine with Deku and then go home – but the plan was dangerously close to the edge of impossibility. Because Deku was standing in front of him, his gloved fists on his hips, looking at him like the smartass he was. He bared his teeth provocatively.

Katsuki did the same, his neck twitching from the feeling of being caught and his gums pounding because he wanted to sink his teeth into Izuku's knowing grin.

Damn it.

He took a deep breath, looked over his shoulder as if he were considering something, then licked his gums.

“Not today, okay?”

Izuku's body tension seemed to deflate like a balloon that had been rolled too close to the fireplace.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to—"

“Shut it. I didn't tell you to shove the idea in your deepest, most sinful—"

“Oh my god, Kacchan! What are you even trying to-?”

“Deku, god damn it,” he grabbed him by the upper arms and leaned down as close to him as he could, “shut. your. mouth. Please.”

His gaze seemed so intense that Izuku turned his head away, mumbling something under his breath, cheeks aflame, revealing his blushing neck in the process too. Katsuki let go of him, tightened the patheticly frayed scarf around his neck to protect his freckles from freezing, and shuddered. God. Too much tension for a goddamn stroll in the open.

“So,” he grumbled, “Rewind, and repeat: mulled wine?”

“Hot chocolate?”

Katsuki wanted to object outright, but then he remembered the course of their conversation, “Marshmallows?”

“Mint or hazelnut?”

“For your chocolate?”

Izuku stuck out his chin and explained, “Yep. Now we've come to the point where I've been asking you how long you've liked sweet things, so I figured-”

“Okay, okay, let's skip that,” Katsuki interrupted him, and (obviously) decided on M for, “mint.”

“The letter is M.”

Katsuki stopped in confusion for the umpteenth time tonight and Izuku's grin couldn't have been wider as he looked up at him, “I really don't know why you're doing this, or how you came up with that, but...” the cold had nibbled at his round cheeks, making them the colour of freshly cut cherries. Katsuki wanted to bite into them, too.

“But?”

“I like it.”

[shadowisabean]

Day 3 Doggie Advent Calendar 🐶🗓️

[christmasxmas]

It's official!! 🎅🎄❄️🎁

[thelien-art]

December; the 8th

Advent Game: Elrond x Celebrían

How many jewelry pieces are they each wearing?

Don´t mind Elrond, he´s trying to match some Sinda and Noldo fashion together, and Celebrían is just letting him have his moment with a quiet laugh :)

Join the Advent and Yule calendar to win a drawing - rules here and all the other drawings here

[gaypeopleeater]

Zooble and pomni for 3rd decembre

Whos next???

Theyre cuddling

[saltoftheearth5x2]

Daily Christmas Reading (Luke) Masterlist

Over the 24 days leading up to Christmas, I'm going to be posting a chapter of Luke every day. I encourage you to read through Luke's gospel and reflect on Jesus's time here on earth. Perhaps you'll find something new.

Luke 1

Luke 2

Luke 3

Luke 4

Luke 5

Luke 6

Luke 7

Luke 8

Luke 9

Luke 10

Luke 11

Luke 12

Luke 13

Luke 14

Luke 15

Luke 16

Luke 17

Luke 18

Luke 19

Luke 20

Luke 21

Luke 22

Luke 23

Luke 24

Merry Christmas!!!

[sasha-naell]

ASOIAF Christmas Calendar

Day XII

The Baratheon men all have a curse : They fall in love with their male best friend while marrying a saphix wife.

-Orys, loving Aegon, being married to Argella Durrandon ( clairly saphix )

-Steffon, loving Aerys, being married to Cassana ( how could she be straight with women like Lady Martell, Lady Joanna Lannister and Queen Rhaella as friends ?? )

-Robert, loving Ned, being married with Cersei ( who slept with women on the books )

-Stannis, loving Davos, being married with Selyse ( my lesbian queen idc. )

-Renly, loving Loras, being married to Margaery

[fairytalemovies]