#mike wolfe

[aboutoriginality]

[news-buzz]

'American Pickers' Fallout Explained: What Caused the Feud? News Buzz

The American Pickers fallout continues — outlasting the feud between the former costars. Following the tragic death of Frank Fritz, fans are divided over drama that surrounded the late American Pickers star in life. Famously, Frank once clashed with his co-star, Mike Wolfe. Though they resolved their differences, that conflict left a memorable mark on the History Channel series. Who is to blame…

[juniperarts]

Saw this cute art and thought about how Abby would LOVE the glamrocks, I just know it 🥺

I'm curious,

[fnafretold]

I love this meme so much I made 4 versions of it!

BONUS DOODLES

(Note: I’m currently struggling to make posts idk why. Mobile is being weird)

[nobitchs-world]

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

[snappl3]

Alternate universe where fnaf 6 never happened and Henry, mike and afton could still be out there

[colmiillo]

I need an angst that leaves me destroyed and lying in bed for 5 days

[theoraeken]

Cody Christian via Dylan Sprayberry's IG Story on 12.23.2023

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Monster Squad (1976)

[hansuoddie]

have some yautja text memes ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[joshfutturman]

ੈ♡˳ save me undressing spaceman joshy save me

[runaria]

Part 4

[kemetic-dreams]

[juniperarts]

This is probably how it'd go yeah? 😂

Continuation of this

[needypisces]

me and the boys in the hotel lobby

It had been surprisingly easy for Tashi to maneuver Art and Patrick into position. Not that she doubted herself, but she was starting to doubt their claim that mutual masturbation was the extent of their shared sexual history.

Their legs were slung over each other, a tangle of muscled thighs and calves that Tashi sat alongside. It was a beautiful view, Patrick’s hairy legs and Art’s smooth intertwined to the point that their pelvises slotted together. They were both so hard and so willing, and it was so easy for her to do as she intended, to gather their cocks together. She had to use both hands, would’ve had to for just Patrick anyway.

"Oh," Art breathed as Tashi pressed them together in her palms. Patrick hummed in agreement, but his breath came out short when she leaned her head over their crotches, close enough for her hot breath to hit their sensitive skin. They both watched, awestruck, waiting, hoping, for her to stick out her tongue and taste.

Their disappointment didn't last long when she simply spit into her palms, gathering the makeshift lube with the precum already flowing from both boys and twisting her wrist in a single upward stroke. Tashi wasted no time in building a rhythm that had both boys keening.

"Fuck," Patrick muttered. He'd gotten hand jobs before, obviously, but never from a girl like this, and never, even in his dreams, with his best friend's dick flush against his own. He stole a glance at Art, and couldn't hold back a whimper when he saw his friend's face. Art was watching Tashi's hand in disbelief, swollen lips parted, a sheen of sweat highlighting his cheekbones. Patrick couldn't be sure if it was this view or Tashi's sudden thumb on his frenulum that made his stomach clench. But it was definitely Art feeling his gaze and meeting his eyes that made Patrick tip his head back and moan obscenely.

"Doubles partners." Tashi said and Art would have laughed if he wasn't already so close to coming. "You do everything together, huh? Only makes sense you'd want to come together, too." She rubbed a flat palm over both of their tips as she shifted to lie on her stomach, resting her chin on Art's thigh, close enough to smell them.

"Yeah," Patrick panted. "We've been missing out on this." He met Art's eyes again, watched the red creep across his face.

"Good thing you found me." Tashi murmured.

The back and forth was almost as erotic to Art as their touch was. He was so content to just be in the middle of it all, sandwiched between their bodies and their words. He'd never felt a sense of belonging quite like this, and the realization was a little too much for him. It was all starting to be too much, in the best way; Tashi's persistent grip on his cock and her breath near his balls.

"I'm gonna come," He panted, once he realized he couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Already?" Patrick mocked. "Come on Donaldson, you can do better than that."

Art dipped his chin down, trying to control his breathing as his body shook. "Isn't it, like, a compliment? It feels so good," he said. After a moment, he added on, shyly, "you both feel so good."

Tashi grinned into his quad. "Go ahead, then." She said. "But I'm not stopping until Patrick comes, too."

The warning should've held him off - Art knew he would get overwhelmed even more quickly once he came, and that Patrick would last a while, but it was just so hot, and so filthy coming from her pretty face, that he couldn't help himself.

Art's cock twitched against Patrick's and they moaned in tandem as he came, spurting into her hand and down both of their lengths. "Good boy," Tashi murmured, biting Art's hip lightly, and in response he whimpered.

"Fuck," Patrick grunted, watching the way Tashi watched her own fist as it continued to pump their cocks. Art was already becoming overstimulated, letting out a litany of high-pitched ah, ah, ahs.

"Please," Art exhaled.

"No one's done until you're both done." Tashi reminded him, kissing Art's thigh in attempt to calm him. He bit his lip, hard, and Tashi sat back up to give him just a little space.

Patrick's grunts and Art's pleas formed a backdrop to the slick sound of Tashi's work. She could feel her panties sticking to her, she was so wet, but she was comfortable in her position for now. Tashi liked the way it felt to make the boys fall apart like this, to have them, quite literally, in the palm of her hand. She hadn't been sure of them earlier in the night, but she was intrigued by their friendship. She'd never had a best friend, not like this, but she wanted one, now. Wanted them.

"God, you look so good doing that." Patrick huffed, and Tashi bit her lip. "You like it, don't you?"

"Not as much as you do." She countered.

"Yeah." He said, reaching out a hand to squeeze her wrist. "That's probably true."

"Definitely true," Art piped in between ragged breaths. Patrick and Tashi were both strangely turned on to see tears welling in his eyes.

"You doing ok?" Patrick teased.

"Not really." Art admitted. A drop spilled free, rolled down his cheek. Tashi leaned forward to lick it off, and the simple touch of her tongue to his face broke the dam completely.

“I know, baby, it’s ok, I’m sorry,” Tashi cooed into Art’s ear, barely audible over his cries. “You just have to take it until Patrick comes, you can do it, I know you can.”

“I can’t.” He sobbed. His chest was flushed a burnt red and his thighs were quivering so intensely she thought he might pull a muscle. But she wouldn’t take pity on him. It wouldn’t be fair.

“You can.” Tashi said, a bit more sternly, but she immediately softened at Art’s wobbling lip.

“Please.” He whimpered.

Tashi tilted her head toward Patrick, who managed to wear a face of amusement despite his own gasps and moans. “Don’t beg me.” She said to Art. “Beg him. He’s the one you’re waiting for.”

Art was too desperate to resist, so he immediately redirected his pleas. “Patrick, please,” he whined. “Please, I want you to come, I need you to come, it’s too much.” Patrick couldn’t stop the grin from splitting his face; he’d never heard anything more beautiful than Art's broken voice begging for his come.

“Yeah?” Patrick asked, thrusting harder into Tashi's hand. “You want me to come all over your cock?”

“Yes,” Art gasped.

“Say it.”

Art couldn’t stand it, Patrick’s leaky tip pressed up almost painfully against his own. “I want you to come,” He said again. “All over my cock, yours, on Tashi, make a mess, I don’t care, please, just-" His voice gave out when Tashi's grasp tightened at the mention of her name.

“Come on, Patrick,” she said, heat spreading down her own body. “He’s asking so nicely, can’t you give Art what he wants?” Selfishly, she needed him to. The sooner they finished, the sooner they could attend to her dripping pussy.

"Keep talking like that and I will," Patrick promised.

"Please, please," Art babbled. "Patrick, I, fuck, please, I think I'm gonna come again. Is that possible? Can I do that?"

Patrick's laugh was breathy. Art was so cute. "Yeah," he said. "Why don't you come one more time, and that'll get me there, okay?" It wasn't just talk; if Patrick could watch Art spurt again while he cried into Tashi's shoulder, he might never stop coming.

"Just let it happen, baby." Tashi agreed, encouraging Art. "I'm not stopping yet."

It was downright pornographic: the sound Art let out was high and weepy, his cock leaking pathetically at his second orgasm. Still, Tashi held to her word. "Patrick." It was all Art could choke out, but it was enough.

"Fuck, I know, Art. Okay. Right there, Tashi, yes, yes, yes-" and Patrick came too, his own climax putting Art to shame, load after load spilling down Tashi's arm and Art's stomach.

"Jesus," Patrick said, and Art gasped in agreement when Tashi finally withdrew her sticky hand.

"Nope." She smirked. "Just me."

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

No wonder everyone wants to go by their callsigns in Top Gun. They all have such generic boring first names: Pete. Tom. Nick. Ron. Mike. Rick. Bill. Sam.

The most exciting name anyone could come up with was Leonard?