#ily))

[tex-now]

Ty rosie

Wunk is NOT trapped

[loofandtimmy]

[charleslelurk]

I'm all ears for carlos's back 😇

You're a real one 🫡

This is going to be Carlando because why would I write about Carlos without Lando, but it's really just an ode to Carlos's back muscles

When Lando gets out of the shower, Carlos has flipped onto his stomach in the bed, head pillowed on his arms so the width of his shoulders is on fully display. It's a testament to how much they drank last night that Lando is up first, that Carlos is sleeping in. A reversal.

Lando puts a knee on the mattress to climb back into bed, just a clean pair of boxers on and his hair so wet it's almost still dripping. Carlos doesn't stir, must be properly back asleep since he flipped onto his stomach. The sheets are barely covering his bottom half, cutting his body off lower than his waist or his hips. Lando slides a hand onto his lower back, feels the heat of all of his tanned skin. Even with how Lando stays sun kissed all year long from golfing and trips to Ibiza, Carlos is always darker.

Lando presses his hand into Carlos's skin, sliding it higher. Carlos twitches, like a horse shaking a fly from its flank. Lando continues the travel of his hand, running it up the muscle beside Carlos's spine, how its so strong there's a valley between his lats where it runs down the slope of the muscle to the knobs of his spine. Lando shakes his head, droplets following off of his curls, and watches the glittering drops run into the valley, like snow run off coming down the mountains.

Lando sits beside Carlos then, putting his other hand onto the expanses of skin too. Carlos is waking up now, shifting slightly as he comes to in the warm morning glow of the hotel room. The light shines off his skin, the freckles off it on full display. They're subtle, something you don't notice until he's in broad daylight or especially sun kissed. Lando frames the bottom edges of Carlos's shoulder blades with his hands, thumbs on his spine and fingers towards his arm pits, where dark hair is just visible. With Carlos's arms under his head, the width of his shoulders is much wider than Lando's hands, like wings spread for take off. When Lando brings his hands up to Carlos's traps, he squeezes down, kneads his fingers into the tight muscles. Carlos visibly sinks into the mattress, and a small noise escapes his mouth. He has to be fully awake now.

Lando leans down, puts his lips smack in the middle of Carlos's back, on the center of all that freckled, tan skin. He feels the muscles shift beneath his mouth, rippling and pulling and pushing, as Carlos moves his arms to his sides and flips his head to the side where Lando sits.

"Good morning." Carlos's voice is thick with sleep and croaking from the overuse of shouting in the club last night, and disuse of the hours he's spent asleep.

Lando smiles against Carlos's skin and settles himself down with his head pillowed where Carlos's back dips into his waist. "Morning."

[dragoness05]

yes i would i do not fear (because i am the one towering)

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

[tapiocalilly]

mike is pointing to someone who is cute!

[plspush]

Caleb loves everything Halloween, that much is very well known. A lesser known fact is that he has a deep fondness for Christmas. Maybe it's the obvious connection between the two holidays, or maybe it's because most of his wardrobe is cozy and/or winter coded. It's mid November and the wind has begun whipping icily through the primarily bare trees, the sun departs at 5pm, and Caleb's due in just a few short weeks. He knows there's no way he's making it to Christmas with his bun still in the oven. He already feels heavy and sore - practice contractions have been making unwelcome appearances the last couple of days. He knows he has to get all of his December activities out of the way now. He can't go get festive cocktails with Aiden and their friends - he'd feel so bummed to just sit at the bar, uncomfy and so, so pregnant, no fun bevvy in hand - so he and the crew are instead opting to hit up the holiday markets, which luckily opened up at the start start of the month. Jax has taken to protecting the precious bump from the crowds, Maiya has been scoping out all the cute holiday baby merch, and Aiden has been tasked with finding Caleb a hot chocolate that can give him the same vibe as the strong, black, caffeinated hot coffee he's been craving his whole pregnancy. A pretty tall order he isn't sure he can fill. Caleb has been taking in his last few moments with this big round belly, and the last days of the group headcount being four. He smells gingerbread and coffee and hot apple cider, he hears his friends’ laughter among the sleigh bells, and he feels completely full and content for maybe the first time ever. His found family is just so close to becoming a full-fledged family. Maybe pulling through his rough start at life was worth it after all. He’s scared; he had never anticipated becoming a parent, much less giving birth himself. The way his people came through for him though, supported him, made him feel capable. The fact that he has three people willing to do all the Christmas stuff a month early and drag his sore, round, pregnant self around while trying to make everything nice for him and everything go his way… It’s just more than he could have asked for. He’s feeling a solid future ahead of him, when just a few years ago he believed he’d be better off not in this world. He feels community. He /found/ a non-caffeinated, strong hot chocolate that gives him coffee vibes, and it even has sprinkles. He’s okay.

[yakultii]

if u like some proana type shi which makes it show up on my dash pls kno i don’t hate u and i still think ur beautiful and kind and cool and deserving of so much love and life and i appreciate u following me and i would give u the biggest hug but there is also a good chance i will unfollow u bc oddly enough tumblr is the one space where i feel the safest from all of that and while i haven’t relapsed in many many yrs sometimes my brain does not feel so strong on days i find myself here so i must protect my peace the best i know how in these moments i hope u understand

[taeghi]

sorry for posting like 100 things rn 😅 but anyways, everything is updated and more organized!!!! i hope that's ok lol

𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑝

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔?

⋆ enhypen masterlist ↳ one shots OR series

⋆ nct masterlist

⋆ bts masterlist

© taeghi ∷ all rights reserved. any reposting or translation onto other sites is not permitted. thank you.

minors do NOT interact

[doppy-enjo]

Like to charge, reblog to cast

[foxy-alien]

Mercymorn wip

[cherryysundae]

How could you recognize me after all these years? What a stupid question. I was born knowing you.

[brainjvice]

Miya this was a foot fetishist ness shitpost yet you have decided to bless me with such a good concept and I'm now hurt that this didnt happen in canon.

Im gonna be controversial but if Ness gets one of those official interviews and they give him a fetish I hope its feet.

[ervotica]

i just saw someone talk about pornstar!patrick and my third eye opened up

shut up i’ll die actually

warnings; smut, 18+, fem!reader, pornstar!patrick, p in v sex, allusions to reader being eaten out, patrick is hot <3

a/n; i’m insane for this actually. pls send more pornstar!patrick asks i’ll beg for them 🥹

this is him <3

thinking of a self made pornstar!patrick, started off making solo videos of him jerking off in the dirty backseat of his car. utterly surprised when viewers couldn’t get enough of him and he earned enough money to make a living off of making porn of himself.

he starts inviting other men, women - anyone who shows interest in him and his videos - to shoot with him, and soon he has a plethora of people lining up for a chance to fuck him, even if it’s on camera.

he bypasses the entire queue when he catches wind of you, a soft little thing with a mean streak he so desperately wants to explore, and he’s running straight to your messages to set a date.

he pays for your transport and your stay — a five star hotel that is far more expensive than anywhere you’ve been in your entire life.

it doesn’t feel orchestrated when the camera starts filming. it doesn’t feel like an act as he works you up with his hot breath over your cunt and two thick fingers that sink into your weeping hole. it doesn’t feel fake when you bury your fingers into his hair and tug, relishing in the way he moans and ruts his hips into the plush bed beneath you.

and it certainly doesn’t feel fake when he makes you cum harder than you ever have before.

his viewers all envy you, want to be you, when he folds your legs to your chest and feeds you his cock inch by inch. it’s a tight fit, that’s for sure, but you’ve never felt more full, more stretched in your life, and you fucking love it.

the way the head of his cock, a visceral red, notches against your entrance as he sinks in in in, further than you thought possible until the weeping slit burrows against your cervix, the way you keen and clutch at his shoulders as he murmurs praises because you’re being so good, baby, just a little more now.

he’s barely one thrust in before you’re cumming around him with a shudder and a cry, and it’s stronger than anything you’ve ever felt in your life, so easy the way he takes you apart because he’s already memorised your cunt, already knows how to fuck it.

and he’s hooking his arms beneath the dip of your spine, dragging you up to meet his hot mouth in a greedy kiss, all tongues and teeth and fire and passion, and that paired with the way he’s fucking you - the filthy roll of his hips that never slows, never stops - is enough to have you cumming round him again.

he fucks like he’s in love with you and he hates you all at once, spears you open on his cock and keeps you spread out beneath him, teases and taunts until you growl with frustration and claw at him. it makes him laugh, a low, gravelly sound against your lips as he concedes and pistons his hips into you with more fervour than before.

once you’re well and truly fucked out, you crawl between his legs and wrap your mouth around him, and he’s sure he meets god.

and then the camera comes off, and a switch flips in him as he watches you laying on the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed, a sleepy smile on your face.

patrick zweig might just be in love.

the video skyrockets in views and profits, climbing straight to the most popular he’s ever made. viewers beg him to keep you as a permanent fixture within his channel. and, well, who would he be if he didn’t give the people what they want?

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challengers taglist; @diorrfairy @igotmajordaddyissues @xotwod-jade @imbabycowboy @cloudnitee @hobocatton

[cupidscrule]

[morbidpaintz]

yeah they gay keep strolling

Sable and Mikaela has been rotting a small part of my brain lately and i welcome it

[paige-of-a-book]

I LOVE HER TOO MUCH WEEE! Shes so cool!

ALSO DID YOU KNOW THIS IS LITERALLY THE COVER OF THE #NEO 3 TAG????? I JUST saw it!

Neo 3 ^^

Ref sheet done, lol. This took forever ahhh!! Ik it's not the neatest, but it gets the job done XD.

I'll go into more detail under the cut.. (lore)

Everleigh used to live in Inkpolis Plaza but her family had to move to the Splatlands a couple years back, to take care of her grandma. Her life kinda changed from then XD. The treatment for her grandma was expensive and turf war just wasn't cutting it anymore... so her parents suggested Salmon Run (Everleigh had no idea what this was at the time) but she agreed, nonetheless, after all if it pays well it can't be that bad, right?

Well this is where she developed weird "attachment issues" to the salmonids, she thought they were cute (especially smallfry), and wondered why so many people wanted to take their eggs, they didn't deserve that... So she started slacking off, not getting quota on purpose, giving eggs to snatchers, not reviving teammates ect... nobody ever suspected her though..

How she met Waffle..

One day at the end of a shift, Everleigh noticed an injured Smallfry near the shore, struggling to move, she went to help him but she could hear the helicopter about to leave, so she put him in her bag and scrambled back. She looked after him for weeks and weeks, feeding him, giving him a place to sleep, going on morning runs all to get his strength back! It wasnt easy though, as she had to hide him from everbody, she even took him to work (while bribing him with food as a reward, lol) he just stayed in her bag the whole time!

Eventually he was back to his bubbly self and fully recovered which meant Everleigh had to return him to the sea... She had always intended this, but she had grown far too attached to him, she couldn't stomach the thought of a co-worker killing him.. so she decided to keep him and named him Waffle!

The day she became an agent...

As usual she was on her way to work with Waffle, she was about to walk up the stairs when she heard a voice, it was coming from a manhole, she looked over and a strange old man was signaling her to walk over, he disappeared down the manhole and they follow him...

*I'll spare you the whole story mode Alterna plot you already know what happens XD*

After defeating Mr Grizz she knew for a fact she couldn't work for him anymore. She told her parents that she wanted to quit but they wouldn't let her, they said it was too much money to give up, then they started guilt tripping her saying things like "you really don't want to help your grandma..?" This made her feel terrible and she reluctantly continued working for a few more weeks... until she just couldn't take it anymore, she stomped into grizzco, slammed her things on the desk and shouted "I quit!" and she never set foot in there again. She traded the gold scales she'd earned over the years to a random octoling for money, (she sure wouldn't need those anymore) and managed to pay for her grandma's treatments! She now lives with her grandma and Waffle in a small apartment and works full time as an agent, getting paid now by the captain! She rarely speaks to her parents and will leave the apartment when they visit.

Side effects of becoming an agent..

.She doesn't have much time to do things anymore as she's always busy doing missions

.Her hair now looks a little fluffy, this is due to all the fuzzy ooze she fell in..

.She kinda developed ptsd from fighting her way through the missions.

.Feels like she can't meet Waffle's needs and doesn't want to overwork him.

These are just a few things, but she can't say she regrets anything, after all, it was her release from everything. She made new friends, defeated Grizz, participates in turf and anarchy again (with the other agents) and best of all she's happier now, that's what really matters!

That's about it really, sorry for the long story, 😭 I just wanted to get it out there since she didn't have much character development before, so if you made it here,thank you so much for reading the whole thing, I appreciate you!! ^^ I apologise if it didn't really make sense...

Here's a close up of Waffle as a reward XP

🫶