#naughty little turtle

[kincoo]

I have made the financial decision of getting myself a Miles

[kincoo]

Miles' daddification

the way miles changed from the beginning of 2015 to the end is INSANE. like, how’s that the same man

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Rafe was so hot this season. Need more of him plsss Can you do Topper sister reader getting caught touching herself and then they start sexting and she ask him to fuck her? reader is 18, of course!

I have a few more Rafe requests in the work. Please keep them coming, I miss this man (and JJ!!)

Warnings: 18+, smut, brother’s best friend, sexting, daddy kink, protected p + v, 

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Rafe never bought your sweet and innocent bullshit you put up in front of people. He knew that under your appearance, under the preppy clothes, the big doe eyes and the angelic laugh, you were anything but innocent. 

Him and Topper have been friends for over ten years, and have been hanging out almost everyday. He watched you grow two feet taller, and when your little girl body turned into a woman’s. He saw you. He studied you. 

It wasn’t until that afternoon the boys came back from the golf course that Rafe had his confirmation. Topper told him to use your bathroom since the main one was being reconstructed, thinking you weren’t home, but when Rafe walked into your room, he saw you naked on your bed, humping your pillow. It wasn’t just any pillow. It was the one with the face on it — a pillow pet, you had called it. The nose of the turtle was rubbing perfectly on your clit, drawing out the softest whimpers and mewls. 

He watched for a few seconds in silence as you rocked down on the pillow back and forth, a smirk curling on his lips. 

‘’Having fun here?’’ he said in a teasing tone, snapping you out of your bubble.

‘’What the fu—’’ You turned around, startled, and saw Rafe standing in your doorway. ‘’Rafe! What are you doing in my room?’’ 

‘’Just needed the bathroom,’’ he explained. His eyes trailed down your body, seeing it for the first time. ‘’Didn’t know you were busy.’’

You threw a plushie at him, hitting him square in the chest. ‘’Get out!’’ 

Rafe laughed and obeyed, closing the door behind him. ‘’If you want to do some naughty things and not get caught, you should lock the door.’’ 

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Since that afternoon, Rafe couldn't help but shift his eyes to you whenever you were around. Now that he knew what was underneath the skirts and girls tops, his imagination had free rein. He was careful, though, making sure your brother never caught on —Topper would kill him if he knew the things he was thinking about you. He made it crystal clear to Rafe and Kelce: you were off-limits.

You didn’t care about your brother’s rule though. Rafe was your brother’s hot best friend. Every girl in Kildare was begging to get in his pants — and now you got it too. But it didn’t cross your mind until the other day when he walked in your room. Maybe it was because you’d always known him, seen him as a kind of second big brother. But now? That image had changed, and there was no going back.

One evening, Rafe was hanging in his bedroom, ready to go out with nowhere to go since Kelce had bailed on him for a Tinder hook up. The asshole. Rafe was annoyed, but there was nothing he could say to make Kelce choose beers over sex. To be fair, He would choose sex too.  

He had texted Topper, but he was at Ruthie’s, which meant Rafe was completely on his own tonight. He’ll probably smoke a bit of weed and watch some porn later, a cozy evening. But Wheezie was still home and Rafe promised her he had quit smoking. 

As he waited, his phone buzzed on his bed where he left it. Rafe picked it up, confused when he had received a picture from an unknown number. It was a faceless girl in a delicate sheer pink cami, and her tits looked fantastic. He frowned as he typed ‘who’s that?’. Must be a mistake.

A reply came five seconds later.

You: You don’t recognize my tits Rafey?

Instantly, he knew it was you. It was a nickname you gave him when you were younger. No one but you called him that — Rafey. 

Rafe: How did you get my number?

You: Stole it from Top’s phone 🤭

Rafe: Naughty girl 

You: Did you like it?

Rafe: Like what?

You: My pic! 📸

You: [picture attached]

It wasn’t the same picture. Not exactly. This time, your sheer cami was pulled up and your tits were completely out. 

Rafe cursed and ran a hand through his hair. How did that happen? It was clear that you sent this picture with the intention of initiating something with him. But why was this happening now? What made you go and send him a picture of your tits tonight? You never flirted with him before, or showed signals that you were interested. 

He reached down to rub himself over his pants as he typed a reply. 

Rafe: Fuck those are nice 🥵 

You: They’re cold…🧊❄️ Can you come warm them up? 

Rafe had to do a double take when he read your message to make sure he hadn’t misread it. Can you come warm them up? It was right there on his phone screen. He looked down at his pants, tented and tight, and groaned. He wasn't sure if he should go through with this or not. Did he want to go to you? Absolutely. Should he break his best friend’s trust for a good fuck? 

Rafe: As long as you warm me up too. 

He sent a picture of his tented pants, which he was incredibly hard under.

You: Waiting for you 💕 

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When he arrived, Rafe turned off the truck’s headlights and made sure the neighbors didn't see him. The lady that lived in front of the Thornton house was a country club member and loved to spread gossip around. It wasn’t unusual for him to be at the Thornton’s, but Topper’s truck was not in the driveway. 

The last thing he needed was her spying through her curtains. 

You were sitting on your bed in a pair of panties your mom didn’t know you owned and your pink cami, waiting for Rafe to show up. Tannyhill was seven minutes away, he shouldn’t be long.

‘’Hi, Rafey,’’ you greeted with the most innocent smile and doe eyes.

Rafe shook his head, tsking. ‘’Uh, uh. Don’t play that game with me.’’ 

Your lips curled into a smile. ''Took you long.''

He rolled his eyes. ‘’What’s the hurry? Are your parents coming home soon?’’ 

You shook your head. ‘’I’m just so fucking horny.’’ 

Rafe laughed out loud. He never heard you speak like that, so raunchy and bold. 

You stood on your knees and lifted your cami off, leaving you topless. Your nipples were peaked and pretty, as if greeting Rafe. ''Are you gonna come and warm them up?''  

No need to ask twice. Rafe pulled you onto his lap and put his large hands on you, groping and playing with your tits. His calloused fingers kneaded into the soft flesh expertly. He found your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, causing you to whimper at the sensation. 

‘’You like when I give your tits attention, uh?’’ he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You nodded, shifting so your needy cunt would come in contact with Rafe’s rock hard erection. He noticed what you were trying to do, and a smirk played on his lips before he attached them to your neck. 

‘’Can't get enough?’’ Rafe asked between kisses. ‘’Didn’t know you were such a needy little thing.’’ His hips rocked up into yours, grinding his thick cock against your clothed cunt. 

The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your body, making you whimper and cling to his shoulders. ‘’Rafe.’’ 

‘’I'm going to fuck this sweet cunt until you can't walk straight,’’ he promised darkly, nipping over the sensitive spot where your pulse raced, making you gasp and arch into him. 

You’ve thought a lot about Rafe touching you these past days. You knew from overheard conversations with the boys — and talks around the island — and that he was experienced, that he knew how to please a girl. He had a reputation. And goddamn he didn’t disappoint. 

One of his hands left your breasts to slide down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties to rub over your folds...which were slick with arousal. Rafe groaned. ''Fuck, you're already soaked.'' He rubbed slow circles over your clit, feeling how swollen it had gotten. ''Did you grind on that turtle of yours before I arrived? Turtles are an endangered species or some shit, can’t torture them like that.’’ 

A laugh bubbled out. ‘’Rafe…’’ 

‘’What?’’ 

‘’Don’t want you to make me laugh. Want you to fuck me,’’ you said, looking right into his blue eyes. 

Rafe raised an eyebrow, holding your gaze. ‘’You want my cock, babygirl? Want me to fill this pussy up real good?’’ His fingers dipped lower, teasing your entrance before pushing inside. 

Your walls clenched around him. 

‘’Rafe…’’ you whined again. 

‘’Okay, okay.’’ He kissed your jawline sweetly, then removed his hand from your panties and swiftly stripped them down your legs. ‘’Might keep these as a keepsake,’’ he joked, holding your lacy thong.  

If you hadn’t been so horny, you would have argued with him to get it back — you didn’t have many and you really liked this pair  —, but all you could think about was the beast in Rafe’s pants pounding into you and making you scream. He could get you on your fours like a dog or fold you like a little pretzel if he wished. 

You just needed him.

You reached for his belt and worked to unbuckle it, but Rafe pushed you back and told you to bend over your vanity. His request surprised you, but you complied. The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver. You never tried that position before. 

You could hear the sound of Rafe undressing — the rustling of fabric, the undoing of a zipper and the clinking of his belt buckle on the floor. You wanted to look at him — at his cock, more precisely —, but he was already behind you, a hand on your back, making you lean down lower, and nudged your legs further apart. 

The air leaked out of your lungs in a squeaky rush when he pressed the tip, gently tearing through your tight walls. The sensation had you gripping the edge of your vanity. 

‘’You okay, baby?’’ he asked with genuine concern in his voice. 

You nodded. ‘’Y-yeah.’’ 

Once the first uncomfortable thrusts passed, you forgot about the initial pain and felt the pleasure flow through your body. Rafe gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your soft skin as he picked up pace. The vanity creaked, a rhythmic beat that matched your increasingly frantic movements.

Your tightness enveloped him like a vice as he pounded into you mercilessly. Christ, you felt incredible. Each deep stroke dragged a gasp from your lips, and he reveled in the sounds of pleasure you made.

''You feel so fucking good, baby,'' he grunted, gripping your hips and digging his fingers into your soft flesh. ''Is this what you wanted when you stole my number through Topper's phone? For me to fuck your tight cunt?'' 

Tears were pricking your eyes, your mouth hanging open while wanton sounds kept spilling out. ''Yes, Daddy!'' you uttered out.

The word slipped without noticing, sending a jolt straight to Rafe’s cock, making him throb inside you. ‘’That's it, baby,’’ he growled, even more turned on. ‘’Let Daddy know how much you love being fucked.’’

He pistoned into you harder, the force causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust. The obscene slapping of skin against skin echoed through the room, adding to the soundtrack of your other sounds. It looked like a scene straight from a spicy booktok romance.

Rafe brought a hand around your neck, forcing you to look up. “Look at yourself.”

You lifted your eyes to the reflection in the mirror. It was a view that was erotic. Seeing yourself nude and flushed along with him, and feeling it at the same time was nearly mesmerizing. The look on your face was hazy, strained, and blissful, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. You locked eyes with Rafe through the mirror, and he kissed below your ear.

Behind you, sweat was sticking to Rafe’s smooth chest, but he didn't slow down. He must have really good stamina. You locked eyes with him through the mirror, and he kissed below your ear. 

‘’Are we putting on a good show?’’ he asked, his voice hoarse and low. His words made your cunt clench around Rafe like a vice. He threw his head back with a groan, his whole body tightening. ''Fuck, you're gonna cut my blood flow if you keep squeezing me like that.''

You wanted to stop, but you couldn’t. You had lost all control of your body, gasping and clenching and rutting hard against Rafe until you came with a drawn-out moan. You shivered through your orgasm and Rafe's steady thrusts. 

When he started to shake, you swallowed hard and found your voice. ‘’Come on, Rafey. Fill me up. Cum deep in my pussy, Daddy!’’ 

That pushed him over the edge, his whole body spasming, cock forced all the way in and filling up the condom. Your chest heaving, trying to catch a breath as he rode out the high, grunts and groans leaving his lips. 

You've never heard anything sexier. 

When he was finished, Rafe pulled out and stepped back, leaving alone on your wobbly legs. You started to lose balance, and quickly grabbed the vanity's edge.

‘’Shit, you good?’’ Rafe asked, his tone hovering between concern and smug satisfaction.

You gave a small nod. You just needed to sit. 

His eyes scanned slowly down your body. ''Fucked you that good, uh?'' he said with a smirk, teasing. 

You shot him a playful glare, going to sit on your bed. ‘’Fuck you, Cameron.’’ 

Rafe laughed as he removed and tossed the condom in your trash. ‘’Just did, Princess.’’ 

God. Could he be more exasperating?

He checked on the way back, reading something that made him frown. ‘’Eh, I gotta go.’’

‘’Now?! We just fucked.’’ 

Although this was a casual fuck and that it’s usually how it ends, you didn’t want him to leave right after. You didn’t expect him to cuddle, but you had hoped he would stay a little. To talk or watch something on Netflix. 

Rafe dressed quickly, explaining that Wheezie needed to drive her to her friend’s house because Rose’s car was not starting. 

Before exiting your room, he called your name. ‘’You sound so pretty when you cum.''

Your cheeks flushed and you hid your face with a pillow. ''Rafe...'' 

The corners of his lips curved into a smug smile. He wasn’t done. ‘’Oh, and I liked when you called me Daddy. It's hot.''

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[hyukascampfire]

── ˓꒰ the tropes and members for the 12 days of christmas! ꒱٫

˓ ࣪ ( 📜 ) find a spot by the fireplace! join the event taglist here.

a partridge in a pear tree: santa!soobin gets caught by reader

two turtle doves: krampus!yeonjun & krampus!beomgyu who are assigned to a very sweet, very naughty reader, and it's their job to punish her for it this year!

three french hens: reindeer!hyuka gets left behind by santa and reader is forced to help him out!!

four calling birds: snowman!hyuka who comes to life after being built by an art student, chubby!reader hehe

five golden rings: husband!soobin comes home from a long day at work to his family on christmas eve & asks for a baby for christmas

six geese a-laying: yandere!taehyun, who's been watching reader for a while now, finally finds his opening when reader vacations to a secluded cabin for christmas, and is bailed on by her friends

seven swans a-swimming: black swan prince!beomgyu, based off swan lake w/ forbidden romance and so much longing

eight maids a-milking: snowball fight ft!ot5, beomgyu x reader so cutesy so fun

nine ladies dancing: gingerbread!taehyun and frosty puff reader who absolutely cannot stand each other are forced into proximity, and, well.. chubby!reader & buff!tyun

ten lords a-leaping: best friend! yeonjun and reader get snowed in during an argument and, with nowhere to go, are forced to reckon with it.

eleven pipers piping: jack frost!yeonjun who takes great interest in reader... hehe

twelve drummers drumming: reader's christmas party is ruined by iced over roads, until sweet hyuka shows up with gifts despite it! things get a little convoluted once the mistletoe comes into play, though.

how do we feel about them? :3 i love your big beautiful brains. (i’ll update the main masterlist in a bit hehe i’m writing for right now!)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Do we know if Miles or Alex have any nicknames for each other?

oh boy. they have QUITE a few lol. i think miles generally calls alex "al", and then we also have this list of insanity:

“yoko” - at the end of the ep version of aviation

“the little diamond” - miles talking about alex’s new quiff

“you naughty turtle” - paradiso, amsterdam 2016

“baby” - multiple times

“you scampi fry” - the guardian

“the wirral squirrel/wirral riddler” - alex on absolute radio 2011, at around 10:50

“shavambacu” - is this what you wanted cover at rockwave athens 2016, at around 4:01

“the kane train” - lowlands festival 2016

“the boy” - not sure which interview this is from, but i think it's 2016

“my miles” - my rock interview 2016

“my alex” - live performance, 2011

“darling” - el país interview 2016

"the little prince" - NME interview 2008

if anyone has any others then please feel free to add them! in other words, they are ridiculously loud and ridiculously insane 🫠

[phoebepheebsphibs]

How To Be A First-Time Dad of Four Turtles

Title: How To Be A First-Time Dad of Four Turtles Prompt: New dad Splinter (Rise), very unprepared, but doing the best he can! Fandom:  ROTTMNT Word Count: 2230  Author: PhoebePheebsPhibs Rating:  Gen Characters:  Yoshi Hamato / Splinter, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, & Michelangelo Warning: Donnie bites Summary: Notes: No Beta, We Die Like Gram-Gram!

@untitled-tmnt-blog @tmnt-write-fight

Link to AO3 <-

"There, that should do it," Yoshi stated as he pinned up the last set of string lights.

He'd found a little sale, where some family was moving out of their apartment and needed to get rid of some junk. Yoshi still had his savings in a private account that (fortunately) Big Mama didn't know about. He'd dipped into it to buy a couple things, just for starters. He wasn't sure living in the sewers was the life for him or his new... kids?

He just needed some time to get used to it.

Anyway, that little estate sale had plenty of supplies that he could use or refurbish. He'd bought an entire box of lights, plastic tupperware and eating utensils and plates and bowls, some throw blankets, a baby stool, a few plastic bins and buckets, and a series of extension cords. He'd get more whenever he could.

Yoshi had discovered a small area of the sewers during his escape from the Hidden City that seemed rather roomy, and would work out wonderfully for renovations. There were multiple rooms that connected via mini tunnels and corridors into a large expansion, perfect for training in.

Training... for what, exactly? He wasn't 'Lou Jitsu' anymore. He wasn't Yoshi anymore, either. He'd thrown that name and identity away years ago, when he left his Grandpa Shō.

Still... he needed to do something or else he'd lose his mind. He'd found a yoga mat in a dumpster and stole 'repurposed' it so he could do some exercises whenever he got the free time.

"Waaaaaaaahhhh!!"

Which was seeming less and less likely...

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Yoshi shouted out, rushing from his redecorating section and speeding into the opposite room.

He'd left the baby turtles in a plastic bin under a heat lamp in the other room, and had hoped that he could do his work while they basked in the warmth alone. No such luck.

Clingy little things...

"I'm here, I'm here!" he proclaimed as he entered the room, sliding in and kneeling besides the bin, leaning over to inspect the babies. "What's wrong??"

The slider and the softshell were fighting again, nibbling and smacking each other and occaisionally bumping into the other two and disturbing them.

"Oh, you two..." Yoshi groaned, reaching in to pull them apart. "Why can't you just -- Ow! Hey! No biting!"

Yoshi tugged at the two babies, gently tearing them away from each other. They made upset little beeps and chirps at him in response, the slider squirming in his left hand and the softshell wriggling in his right. 

"Now, can you two behave for five minutes, or do I have to put you in time-out?"

He wasn't actually sure why he asked them. It wasn't as if they could understand what he was saying.

But the understood the tone.

The quieted down quickly.

"Very good... now, please, please just behave yourselves so I can finish working on the rest of our... home."

It still hurt to call this mass heap of bricks and slime and mold 'home'. Just like it hurt to call these glorified pets his 'kids'.

It had only been two days. He just... needed to give it some time.

Yeah... give it time.

"Waah! Wah! Wah!"

Uh-huh. Right.

"Okay, that's it!" Yoshi shouted, having reached the end of his rope. "Time-out! You two are going in... in, uh... different boxes! That's what! See how you like that!"

In anger, he grabbed the two arguing turtles again and dropped them into separate containers, then placed them beside the biggest one where the other two turtles sat in confusion, wondering where the slider and the softshell had gone.

The two naughty little turtles, trapped in their separate prisons, started making all kinds of noises. The purple-tinted softshell was beeping and clicking furiously at Yoshi, snapping and biting the edges of his plastic container. The slider with the blue shell was making loud wails as he pouted, slapping the walls of his box and begging to be returned to his 'brother'.

"No, you can't be fight with him anymore," Yoshi scolded.

"Aaah! Wah, waaaah!"

Yoshi sighed with exhaustion and exasperation.

"...Fine. Maybe you're just hungry, hm?" Yoshi suggests. "You sit tight while I get the fruit..."

Yoshi left the four in the room, walking backwards out of the room and watching them every step of the way before turning the corner and going to the room designated as a 'kitchen'. It had a tiny overturned box he pulled from a dumpster and a mini fridge he'd found in an alleyway. New York, what a town... Yoshi rooted through the tiny refrigerator and pulled out a container of half-priced strawberries, chopped them up into itty bitty slices and dumped them onto a little plastic plate. For an added touch, he took a few leaves of lettuce and placed them on the plate as well. Once he was finished, he took the plate back into the room with the others.

"What the -- Hey! You! No!!"

The softshell had literally eaten his way through the plastic box and was starting to chew through the slider's box as well. Surprisingly, the slider was very happy about this and seemed to be cheering his 'brother' on.

Yoshi dropped the plate and ran over to the turtles, grabbing the softshell and yanking him away from the bin.

No one was happy about this.

The turtles started yiping and yowling at him, especially the slider. The softshell took it as a personal offense and defended himself accordingly, twisting his head around and biting down hard on Yoshi's thumb.

"OW!!"

Yoshi clenched his fist and had to fight every knee-jerk reaction to drop the turtle, throw it, or flap his hand to get the child to let go. He released the turtle, but it still held on.

"Let go!" Yoshi shouted, trying to pull him off. He could almost hear the skin on his finger tearing. "Let go!!"

He pulled again, and the baby turtle suddenly yelped. Yoshi had pulled him too hard.

Yoshi released him again, and the baby turtle let go of his thumb, scrambling out of his 'father's' hold and hiding beside the box that still held the slider.

The four creatures watched in terror as Yoshi's thumb began to bleed.

It was silent.

Yoshi felt his face go red-hot with frustration. He yelled loudly. Just yelled, unbottled his anger and pain and... yelled. He shouted out no words, simply expelled his fury at the situation, his fury with the new life he was forced into, the squalor he had been reduced to, the pain of losing everything and suddenly being bridled with four ungrateful kids that couldn't be left alone for fifteen minutes without starting some situation. Once Yoshi had finished yelling his lungs out... he sobbed.

Yoshi wept and wept, the heaviness he'd felt on his shoulders crushing him to the floor. His tears pooled around him, soaking his pants he doubled over, unable to catch his breath. Everything was just too much. He'd lost the love of his life, he'd lost his dream profession, he'd lost his looks and livelihood, he'd lost the last family member he had, he'd lost it all. Everything. And Yoshi sobbed like a baby. 

Not his best moment.

Yoshi only stopped when he heard the weeping and wailing of four tiny babies by his side.

His head rose from his knees, glancing up in panic at the four children.

The softshell was sobbing desperately, cowering in fear at Splinter, afraid... afraid of him? Of his anger?

No, no... he was afraid for him.

The little boxshell turtle was wailing hysterically, clawing at the walls of his box, trying to get to Yoshi. The snapping turtle was crying as well, though not as loudly. The red-eared slider was whimpering and weeping as well, hands pressed against the wall and trying to push it away or push it down, trying to get to Yoshi as well.

Yoshi hiccuped, breathing in quickly as he realized what he'd done.

"Oh, oh, no no no -- I'm so sorry, my little ones, I'm so sorry -- I-I didn't mean to scare you..."

Yoshi reached into each box and picked the babies up, cradling them close. The boxshell kept crying, burying his little face into Yoshi's furry chest as he wiped his tears away. The slider also started rubbing his tiny face across Yoshi's shirt, trying to hug his father while also hiding his wet and gloppy tears. The Snapping turtle wrapped his tail around the rat-man's wrist as he gripped hand, hugging him tight and churring softly against his arm, trying to calm the both of them down. Yoshi started crying softly again as he held each one close to his heart, trying to soothe them. He heard a soft clicking chirp and glanced up to see the softshell somberly creeping towards him, suck-up sniffing as he came towards his toes. He tried to mew out a meager apology as he circled his foot.

Yoshi reached his hand out for him, hoping he would accept the invitation despite all that had just happened between the two of them.

Fortunately, he did, and crawled onto Yoshi's palm, sniveling as he did.

"I'm sorry," Yoshi whispered, bringing the little guy up to his face and nuzzling him with his snout and whiskers. The baby gripped his face and smushed his own snout against him, whimpering as their tears melted together. "I'm so sorry, my son. I didn't mean to scare you or hurt you. I won't do it again..."

The baby cooed at him, nuzzling him gently and patting his cheeks. He accepted the apology.

"Maybe... maybe you need more space than just a box, hm?" he wondered aloud.

He decided to let them roam the room instead, using the box as a makeshift baby-gate to blockade the door so they wouldn't escape. He also cleaned up the fruit and lettuce from where he'd dropped it on the floor. He left the plate out in the center of the room, close to where he sat so he could keep an eye on them.

The little slider nibbled on the lettuce a bit before running around excitedly. He seemed to love the extra space.

The snapping turtle lumbered after him, giddily giggling as he waddled around.

The sat messily munching on the strawberries, covering himself in the juices and skins.

The softshell wandered around the room, sniffing everything and inspecting it all. He growled if the slider got to energetic too close to him. The slider never figured it out.

"Boys, behave," Yoshi reminded them. "I'll still put you in the box if I have to."

That was mostly a joke. But you could tell that they believed him, because they made sure not to get into any fights. At least, nothing bad. They roughhoused a little. But all in good fun.

Yoshi exhaled and laid down on the floor, exhausted beyond all comprehension. The tiny little boxshell turtle chirped at him, almost asking if he was alright.

"I'm fine, just tired," Yoshi replied.

"Peep?"

"Because I've been working on fixing up our home all day. And I just cried a lot. Crying is tiring work."

"Peep, peep?"

"I don't know why. It just is."

"Peep!"

Yoshi felt somthing kneading agaisnt his ribs. He rolled his head over to see the sticky little critter trying to climb up his side.

He chuckled at the sight before helping the littlest one up.

"There we go, that's better, right? All high up now. I bet you can see the whole room," Yoshi joked.

The little baby sat proudly on his father's stomach, surveying the entire room and watching as his brothers played and explored. He then turned and waddled over to Yoshi's chest, rubbing himself clean on his shirt as he did so.

"Yes, thank you for that," Yoshi sighed. "You'll still need a bath, though."

"Peep!"

The little turtle's chirp sounded almost like a laugh. Yoshi chuckled back.

"You know... since you really are my sons now... I suppose you'll need names. Let's see..."

Yoshi elevated himself up on his elbows, studying the tiny baby boy on his chest carefully. He was tiny, had bright yellow spots and some orange-yellow markings on his shell as well.

"...How about 'Sonny'?"

'Sonny' spat his tongue out at Yoshi and blew raspberries at him.

"Okay, okay, maybe not. What about Shelly?"

The baby cocked his head to the side, almost to question his father's mental state if he actually thought that name was a good choice for him.

"You're a picky kid. Fine, fine, I'm sure I can come up with something clever soon... How about for now, I call you 'Orange'? Is that okay?"

The baby turtle plopped himself down, purring quietly. Good enough for now, it seemed.

"Then if you're 'Orange', let's call your snapping turtle brother 'Red', the softshell 'Purple', and the slider 'Blue'. That way I can tell you all apart! I'll get some little handkerchiefs or something to wrap around your shells so I can remember..."

Yoshi sighed.

"...I still have so much work to do..."

He looked out over the group of toddlers, running around and playing as 'Orange' started to fall asleep on his Dad's stomach, comforted by his warmth and one-sided conversation.

"...But I suppose you're all worth it," he smiled.

[herpsandbirds]

just wanted to share what this little stinker has been up to :3 (these are two separate occasions btw)

she has been given the title of naughtiest pet two weeks in a row now!

Naughty Turtle...

[hedgehog-dreamer]

Hi Alice, I was rewatching "Rice Of The Guardians" yesterday and I had an idea for you. But what if we imagine that something happened to the guards and the guys 2014/16 replace them?

Michelangelo - The Sandman (He is the true master of sweet dreams)

Donatello - Easter Bunny (They are not similar in character, but I want to imagine how he moves through the tunnels.)

Raphael - Santa Claus (He would have grumbled for a long time because of the red cloak, but he would not have refused the "Naughty" tattoo)

Leonardo - Jack Frost (At first he would not understand why he was entrusted with his gift and would have believed that the ability to arrange snowfalls would suit Mikey more, but since he had a choice between Jack and the tooth fairy, he did not argue. And then he entered play sense).

April O'Neil - Tooth fairy (I can imagine Donnie's embarrassment when he sees her in an open green dress)

Also very awesome is the fact that...

If Raphie (I think it's funnier than with Donnie) loses his powers, he'll probably turn into a cute little turtle.

And when one of the nightmares chases him, he will pull out a huge turtle from the hiding place, which, after saying "Well, well, well~" or "Hi~", will give him a spanking.

Mikey, Raph, Donnie, Leo and April from TMNT (c) belong to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird

Rise of the guardians (c) Dreamworks

Bonus: Little Raph and Donnie x April moment

[kneelbeforezod]

Who's been a naughty little sea turtle?

[thelightstheydance]

Okay. Small town demon. Stephanie didn’t usually make house calls. But kids were going missing.

She left the cloak of levitation in the hotel. From what she had been told. This thing liked to hang out in sewers. And a magical cloak was very hard to get dry cleaned.

Stephanie made her way out onto the street and made sure the coast was clear. Before using a spell to open a manhole.

“Ugh.” She huffed.

Demons were one thing. Sewage was another.

She climbed down the hole and closed it over top of her.

Summoning a light to fill the tunnel. And then closing her eyes to sense the extra dimensional energy.

“What’s up chuckles?”

She refused to do the stereotypical ‘hello’ that everyone did in horror movies.

“I hear you’ve been a naughty boy. And I’m here to teach you a lesson.” She made her way down the tunnel.

“You have three options here. I’ll let you pick. You know. As soon as you slink out of the shadows.” She says impatiently.

@stephanie-strange

They felt the change in energy and awoke early from their nap. Someone was messing around with things they shouldn't and it made them think back to the turtle. The energies were so similar that they gagged and made a face.

Creeping from their little hidey hole they began to stalk the sewers for this little pest needing to stamp it out before things got too complex. Hearing the echoes of the voice they followed.

Deadlights followed in their wake as they turned a corner and stumbled upon the intruder.

Small. It was the first thing they picked up on.

"Well hello there little one~" Saccharine smile and voice to match spilled from them. "Come to play?"

[our-happygirl500-fan]

In regards to the original plans for season 3 of Rise, we know that the general outline of the plot of season 3 was that the Turtles find out that they have two more siblings & members of the Rise team have implied that Big Mama’s assistant was one of the missing turtle siblings.

Something that I have been wondering about though is whether or not Big Mama’s assistant is aware that she might be related to the Turtles.

Draxum: The mighty Lou Jitsu, with his DNA I could create warrior beats to protect our people but Big Mama refuses to part with him even though he hasn’t fought in ages!

It’s likely that Big Mama knows or at least suspects that her assistant was made from Splinter’s DNA before Draxum sent Huginn & Muninn to kidnap Lou Jitsu, Draxum had  actually been trying to get Big Mama to /give/ him Lou Jitsu meaning that Draxum was probably Big Mama’s prime suspect when Splinter disappeared from his cell.

It’s might be likely that Big Mama actually found her assistant when trying to get Lou Jitsu back from Draxum’s lab only to find a destroyed lab & a baby turtle left behind in the wreckage.

Big Mama: Snuggle muffin beefcake! Where did you hear that naughty little nickname rat man?

Another piece of evidence that suggests that Big Mama knows or at least suspects that her assistant was made from Splinter’s DNA is in the episode Many Unhappy Returns we see Big Mama’s assistant appear for the first time after Splinter uses Big Mama’s old nickname for him.

In Many Unhappy Returns Big Mama agrees to meet Splinter & Leo after learning that they have a connection to Lou Jitsu & she might have decided to bring along her assistant due to her assistants own connection to Lou Jitsu.

However even though Big Mama might know or suspect that her assistant was made from Lou Jitsu DNA it’s unknown whether or not Big Mama’s assistant herself knows of her own connection to Splinter & the Turtles

Though Big Mama’s assistant was in the same alleyway with the rest of the Hamato Clan at the end of the episode Many Unhappy Returns she didn’t interact with any of them outside of nearly hitting Leo in the head when she was sealing away the Shredder.

If Big Mama’s assistant knew that the Turtles were her siblings you would think that she would show more of a reaction when around them, though there could be the argument that Big Mama’s assistant knows that the Turtles are her siblings & simply just doesn’t care.

[kincoo]

Happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend, MR MILES KANE!!!

Random photo dump of our favourite turtle boy 🐢 🐢 🐢

[silentwhispofhope]

*Limping to your request box* I MISSED YOU AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU AN IDEA FILLED WITH FLUFF!! Is it okay to request?

💞[Skin Writing/Drawing Soulmate AU]✍️ 🖌️ - Reader is an artist and constantly draws many art in their skin because it's just so satisfying! Their soulmate Vash feels appreciated, in love, and beautiful whenever Reader's drawing appear on his skin. Their art just gives him a reason to love his skin despite skin scars 🥺 🖋️ - Reader does calligraphy, and they sometimes quote the bible doing it cause why not? Soulmate Wolfwood just looks with a soft, maybe teasing smile as he sees his soulmate's work. 😎 📜 - Reader is a poet and they randomly have ideas and prompt all throughout the day, so they grab a pen and start writing all the poetry from their head. Soulmate Knives who's intellectual and curious admires whenever his soulmate's writing appear on his skin, he just covers it from others eyes because pest don't deserve to see this beauty. 🌱

YOU CAN PICK TWO OUT OF THE THREE!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE MY FRIEND!!! 😍💝💌

- Sugar Plum Anon 💟

A/N: Just for you Sugar Plum Anon, I’ll do all three <3 I do hope you’re alright though! Please do stay safe! Since I’m doing all three, I hope you’re alright with headcanons instead of normal lil’ one shots. :)

Skin Writing/Drawing Soulmate AU Headcanons

Vash

He was absolutely scared out of his mind when he first saw the ink appear on his skin. He even went as far as to try to scrub his skin raw, and the ink was still fresh as ever. Poor blondie is wondering how the hell something like this is happening.

Meanwhile, you’re doodling like there’s no tomorrow with your ballpoint pen, tracing the outlines of your veins and doodling smiling faces.

Over time, Vash learns to just accept the random appearance and disappearance of drawings across his body. At the end of the day, it’s like a fun little game to see what’s been sketched on him underneath his turtle neck.

It takes a while for Vash to realize that it’s his soulmate doodles appearing on his skin. Warmth floods his heart each time he thinks of this, causing him to lovely trace the marks across his own skin.

He would laugh sometimes at the sudden ink smear appearing on his skin before new sketch marks appeared, your work hypnotizing him. He especially loved when you used different colors, almost painting his skin like a canvas. Eventually, he makes the move to respond.

So imagine your surprise when you find a poorly drawn flower appear on your skin. Ensue the same panic Vash experienced when you remembered you didn’t draw that.

Wolfwood

Scrubbing his skin did nothing. Seeing the scripture on his forearm made him wonder if he had perhaps gotten too drunk the night before and had gotten a tattoo.

The fancy calligraphy was choice, especially with that proverb. For the lips of the adulterous woman drop honey, and her speech is smoother than oil. Wolfwood decided that there could be worse things etched into his skin from that old religion.

You, on the other hand, were giggling to yourself. Oh, the irony of something appearing to beautiful but naughty. A snort escapes from one of your nearby friends.

He didn’t put anymore thought into it until the next day when the ink disappeared. Lowkey, thought he was super dehydrated for him to imagine that, but nope, even after drinking tons of water, the ink was no longer on his skin.

Cue some praying. He nearly has a heart attack when more ink appears on his skin. He has to go back to the orphanage and ask the elders for help on understanding the situation. Turns out it’s a soulmate thing, one which they didn’t even bother to mention until now.

Overtime, he appreciates the calligraphy he appears on his skin, particularly when new motifs appear. Wolfwood liked seeing you test new things and watch as the ink appear on his skin.

However, he was very glad to wear long sleeves when you would write down a particularly dirty proverb like 5:19. He would always end up blushing a bright red like a tomato, a huge contrast to his normal, stoic personality.

Imagine, your surprise when you notice fresh ink on your skin. For your ways are in the full view of the LORD in basic script.

Knives

He almost didn’t see the script appear on his arms, the ink nearly blending into his suit and pale skin. His fingers traced the letters he could make out. Knives immediately knew what this meant, it was his soulmate reaching out- most likely not knowing what was happening.

He tried to ignore it the best he could and kept himself covered with his cloak. Having someone would just drag him down, make it harder to reach his goal of eradicating humanity. However, his curiosity got the best of him.

Taking another look, the bleach blond quickly recognized the letters as chords with their denoted accidentals. Luckily for him, he new how to play. It was child’s play, really.

Meanwhile, your trying to understand how to play different songs only by listening too them. You were too stubborn to look them up, very confident in your ability.

And so it became a pattern for him to decipher your song you had written on his arm. He would spend hours playing the piano, watching the notes on his arm be crossed out and replaced. The composition rarely stayed imprinted on his skin for longer than a day.

Often, Knives would see lyrics being written with the chords. A little artist are we now? His small joke to himself caused a small smile. He would end up humming them, his low voice cutting through the air. It was for the sake of rhythm, he told himself.

Imagine your surprise when you saw a new. mark you knew you hadn’t inscribed into your skin, a word marked out for another.

[maretinelli]

LITTLE GENIUS

Jake Peralta X fem!reader

Summary: That night is Jake's day to take care of his daughter at home, the night goes well with cabanas, a parade and sweets before dinner, but before going to sleep, little Peralta asks a question that leaves her father no reaction.

Words: 2.1K+

Warnings: Naughty daddy, marriage, cuteness, happy and mentions of another baby.

Author: Please note that English is not my first language, I apologize if there are any typos or misunderstood slang in the story. And I love writing to Daddy Jake.

MASTERLIST

Jake and Y/n Peralta had been married for 7 years and their daughter had turned 5 a few days ago. They were a happy little family in a large apartment in Brooklyn, close to jobs.

Currently, Y/n was having to do night shifts at 99. Having stayed at home for a few days, taking care of Mackenzie, who had caught a virus at school. And now he was making up for the days he missed.

And of course, if Mom was at work, it was big Daddy Jake who took care of the house and little Mack.

Peralta loved spending time with his wife and daughter, but what he liked the most was when he was alone with Mackenzie, because they could eat all the candy before dinner and make tents with all the blankets in the house on the living room couch. Without Mom complaining about the mess.

And today was one of those days. Y/n had left for work at 7:30 pm, and Jake had arrived about 10 minutes before she left. Which made Mackenzie stay with her father on Friday night.

As usual, Jake and his daughter had fun away from Mom's supervision. They ate candy before dinner, had a fashion show with Y/N's heels, played cops and robbers which made Jake break two picture frames of him and Y/N. And finally, they watched Rapunzel in the blanket hut in the living room.

Anyone outside their circle of friends would say that Jake was a terrible father for letting his daughter do whatever she wanted out of her mother's sight. But that wasn't exactly the case. Mackenzie was a loving, polite and, above all, obedient girl, and since her parents were always working, Jake did this kind of thing so that Mack wouldn't feel left out all the time. Of course, y/n often thought it was an exaggeration on his part, but she knew that deep down he did it to make up for what was missing in his childhood.

It was almost time for Y/n to get home, but Mackenzie was so tired that Jake had taken her to the shower and then to her bed.

"Ready, my little ladybug?" Jake asks his 5-year-old daughter, after covering her with the blanket she had since she was a baby and, incredibly, still covered her completely.

"Yes, yes, daddy!!" She screams happily, even though she's sleepy.

Jake smiles widely.

If Jake were to tell them how much he loved his girls, they would explode with love. If that were physically possible.

"What story will my little one want to hear today?" Jake asks, as he looks at the bookshelf full of children's books.

She was just 5 years old, and loved reading books so much that her aunt Rosa called her Matilda.

And of course, the obsession with reading books was inherited from her mother and the influence of her aunt Amy, who gave Mackenzie books as gifts since she was a baby.

"I don't think any"

"None, Mack?" Jake asked, because every night they had to read at least one chapter of a book to her to sleep. No matter where or how they were. "You love it when Mom and I read to you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I wanted to hear a different story today," the little girl explained, as she settled herself under the blanket with her stuffed turtle. "Daddy, could you tell me a story that involves mommy?" She smiled shyly.

Jake is filled with love and smiles.

"You love mommy, don't you?" He kisses her forehead and Mackenzie lets out a cute giggle. "Yeah, I love mommy too." He sighs and lies down next to his daughter. "What story do you want to hear? When mommy and I first met?"

Mackenzie quickly stands up and looks at her father.

"No!" She says, making Jake jump at the tone of her voice.

"No? Why?" He looks a little sad.

"It's just that you and mom have told me so many times that I end up dreaming about the story." She says in a childish way, which makes the comment cute and funny.

Peralta lets out a hearty laugh.

"Okay, little angel. I can tell you another story," he laughs. "That's just my favorite."

Mackenzie lies in her father's arms and Jake strokes her brown hair.

"Can I tell you how I proposed to your mother?"

Mack's eyes widen in curiosity and elation.

"Yes. Please!"

Jake smiles and tells the story.

"It was a cold winter afternoon. We were doing a mission with Aunt Rosa in Canada. Me, mom and Aunt Rosa. We had just arrived at the hotel, all happy to celebrate the arrest of the criminal we were after for about 7 months, so When we entered the hotel hall, we met her other uncles. There, because she was going to ask her mother to marry her and she would love for everyone to be present at that moment, mother, we went for a walk in the garden. He went to the garden before us, to decorate the room to propose to his mother at Christmas that year. As she talked and walked, I knelt down behind her to propose, and as soon as she saw that I didn't. was behind her and everything was decorated romantically, she realized that I was making the proposal. I told her important things, which I remember to this day. But that's a story for another day. She said yes, we got married and two years later we had you, my lucky little one." Jake explains the story briefly and Mackenzie was already breathing deeply, as she was falling asleep.

"It's a beautiful story," she says, her eyes already wide closed.

"Yes, my dear." Peralta smiles and kisses the top of her head. "Now sleep, because tomorrow we let's go out with mom to the park."

"Good night daddy. I love you so much..." Mackenzie says trying to open her arms to show her love, but sleep was winning.

Jake laughs.

"I love you just that much too, baby." Jake kisses her goodnight and before leaving the room, he gathers the dolls and crowns that were scattered on the floor.

Before turning off the light, Mackenzie calls her father.

"Daddy"

"Say, my dear"

"You said I arrived two years after your wedding with Mom," Mackenzie asks, already becoming curious and not understanding.

"That's it," Jake says quietly.

"But daddy, how are babies made?" That was the question Mack asked the most, and it always caught Jake or Y/n off guard.

Jake closes his eyes, trying to remember what he said the first time, so he doesn't confuse the girl's head anymore.

"Through the stork. Remember when Mommy and I told you?"

Mackenzie opens her eyes and frowns.

"It doesn't make sense," she says and Jake waits for her to finish. "If the stork is the one that brings babies to mommies, then what are daddies for?"

This really left Jake speechless.

Mackenzie was only 5 years old and was already a genius, she found a hole in the pathetic plot about babies, storks and mommies.

"Look honey, why don't you go to sleep and ask mommy tomorrow? I'm sure she'll know how to answer you better than I can." Jake lies, because he doesn't know what to do in that situation.

"Okay. Thanks anyway," Mack says, turning to the other side of the bed. "Good night, Dad."

Jake smiles at the brilliant upbringing he and y/n gave her. His job as a father was going better than anyone imagined.

Leaving his daughter's room, Jake goes downstairs to go to the living room to undo the blanket hut he had made with his daughter. Arriving downstairs, he hears the keys unlocking the door and sees his wife entering the apartment.

Jake looks at her, at the clock, and then at his wife again.

"I did so much with Mack today that I didn't even notice the time passing" He smiles, approaching Y/n, who had taken off her coats and left her bag on the nearest table.

"Yeah, I can see that from the super cabin on the couch," she smiles, and Jake kisses his wife.

"How was the shift?"

"It was great, managing to arrest two drug-carrying criminals and then just paperwork. You know" y/n smiles looking into her husband's eyes.

God, how she loved that man.

"What about you guys? What did you do?" She asks, as she pulls out of the hug to take off her shoes and Jake starts to clean up a little mess.

"Same as always. Sweets before dinner," he says and Y/n jokes, rolling her eyes. "Movies, cabin, and today we had a fashion show with your shoes."

Y/n turns to her husband perplexed and starts laughing. Imagining the scene.

"Serious?"

"Total," Jake smiles at his wife, folding the last blanket off the couch. "And guess who had to walk the runway and who had to judge the shoes? Exactly, I had to wear a size 36 heel and I wear a size 42. My toes are crying out for help even now," he grimaces, which is made better by the comment made.

"Oh my God, I wish I could have seen that." Y/n says, laughing so hard.

Jake smiles as he hears the melody of his wife's laughter.

"Mackenzie filmed it. It must be on my phone or on the camera we gave her as a gift. I bet she'll show it to the whole police station when she visits next time."

"Of course she will. She's Jake Peralta's daughter."

Y/n says, sitting next to her husband on the couch. Now free of princess blankets. "She's definitely a daddy's girl."

Jake looks at his wife and jumps on top of her, making her laugh.

"Clearly she is," he kisses y/n's cheek. "Do you know what she told me just now?"

Y/n gets up and fixes her hair, listening to the husband speak.

"I went to put her to bed, and I ended up having to tell her the story of how I proposed to you, because she didn't want to read one of the thousand books she has on the shelf in her room," he says, making y/n smile. "I told her our story, and at the end I even mentioned that she came two years after we got married. So far so good, but when I was about to leave her room, she asked me how babies came. And I said that they came from the stork, as we agreed. She had the ability to say to me, 'If it's the stork that brings babies to mommies, what's the point of daddies?'"

Y/n started laughing so hard, her stomach hurt at the end.

"She found a hole in our pathetic story about storks. I didn't like it." Jake pretends to be offended.

"Oh my God. What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything. I didn't react at the time." Jake gestured with his hands, making Y/n laugh more. "I told her to ask you tomorrow, because I wouldn't know how to answer exactly."

Y/n controls her laughter.

"Now this bomb is mine?" She says jokingly and Peralta, like a shameless guy, nods.

"Of course. You'll have more time to think about the answer." He says, and then moves closer to his wife.

"Okay, I'll fix it tomorrow, in case she asks me," Y/n says, putting her arms around her husband's shoulders. "Now, all my attention is on you," she says, running her thumb over Jake's cheek.

Peralta approaches his wife and lays her down on the sofa, giving her a long, passionate kiss.

"We could order one more for the stork today. What do you think?" Jake hovers over Y/n.

"What do YOU think?" Y/n asks the same question.

"You're the boss!" Jake says sexily.

Y/n gives Peralta a kiss. "Request approved then."

Jake smiles and kisses his wife again.

Author: Please, please, please!! Ask me for stories to write for Jake daddy, please. I love it.

[hyukascampfire]

˓꒰ 𝓣𝑯𝑬 𝓣𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬 𝓓𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝓞𝓯 𝓒𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 ꒱٫

﹙🕯️﹚ hi everybody!! welcome to ashlynn’s 12 days of christmas. i think this will be a super fun way to get into the christmas spirit and explore a bunch of different ways to tell a christmas story! ࣭ ˓ ࣪. ׄ⸝⸝℘

˓ ࣪ ( 📜 ) find a spot by the fireplace! join the event taglist here.

──── 𝓖uidlines

𐔌𝟷. half of the gifts will be requests, which you can send here, and the other half will be gifts wrapped by me! so, 6 requests and 6 of my own. 𐔌𝟸. the requests have got to be christmas/holiday theme! new years is also welcomed. they can be smutty of course, i welcome that with open arms!! 𐔌𝟹. these are going to be more like drabbles. some might definitely end up longer, but i want to release TSFAWC on christmas as the final day! 𐔌𝟺. you can request any member from either txt or ateez!

 ‧𝑜n 𝓉he 𝒻irst 𝒹ay of 𝒸hristmas, 𝓂y 𝓉rue 𝓁ove gave to 𝓂e

𝒜 partridge in a pear tree 𝜗 c.sb

milk with your cookies? ･ anon request

too excited to sleep on christmas night, the last thing you might've expected was to find a very tall, very handsome man with arms full of gifts broken into your home. also, for him to claim himself to be santa claus.

𝒯wo turtle doves 𝜚 c.yj & c.bg

krampusnacht ･ @thetxtdevil & @miukuui

krampus, creatures of european folklore, come one winter’s night every year with exactly one duty: to punish the naughty, who they are said to either eat or drag down to the hell from which they came. assigned to you this year are two of krampus' most revered helpers. they adore their purpose. come december 5th, they make their march through the snow and toward the sweetest treat that they might ever have the opportunity to crack.

𝒯hree french hens 𝜗 h.k

velvet fuzz ･ anon request

it’s strange that you come home to a teary-eyed, pink-nosed man outside your home while coming home on christmas eve. even stranger that he’s got antlers sprouting up from his head.

𝒻our calling birds 𝜚 h.k

the frost remembers ･ @aduh0308

artblock has one weakness: creation. it just so happens that you decide to make your final hurrah, the greatest work of your life, out of winter’s most gentle gift. and, the frost remembers.

𝒻ive golden rings 𝜗 c.sb

gift wrapping ･ @biteyoubiteme

it’s a shame that soobin has to work on christmas eve, but coming home to a fire-toasted home and his little family is enough to make up for it.

𝒮ix geese a-laying 𝜚 k.th

it will come back ･ anon request

it’s a small world. you knew this, but you came to really believe it when you ran into an old classmate at the grocery store on a snowy vacation. how strange is that? even more so when he shows up once more at the door of your cabin, frozen from the cold and needing your help.

𝒮even swans a-swimming 𝜗 c.bg

at swan lake ･ @hmusunoo

as both equals and opposites, white swan and black swan, it is paramount that you and choi beomgyu do not touch. the curse of your natures did not even make exception for incidental brushes. that was never an issue for you—not until the day the prince took it upon himself to break every rule you’d ever known.

ℰight maids a-milking 𝜚 OT5/c.bg

let it snow! ･ @hmusunoo

choi beomgyu and you are best at one thing: getting on yeonjun's nerves. going out for a snowball fight on the first winter snow, he has the perfect plan.

𝒩ine ladies dancing 𝜗 h.k

@hyukaluver

this fic is getting revisited next christmas!

𝒯en lords a-leaping 𝜚 c.yj

@izzyy-stuff

this fic is getting revisited next christmas!

ℰleven pipers piping 𝜗 c.yj

@prince-jjae

this fic is getting revisited next christmas!

𝒯welve drummers drumming 𝜚 k.th

ginger & snap ･ @thetxtdevil

you were the last person taehyun expected to appear on his doorstep. sweet and fluffy and oh-so-proper; he never thought he’d see you again. but... there you stand. and, much to his own chagrin, he fears that nobody else could get him more bothered.

happy holidays, from me! here’s my gift to you all for welcoming me so kindly. (ｰ ｰ;)